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cordeliawhohung · 3 months

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When Your Blood Meets Mine - Part 2

Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!Reader - part twelve of "soft spot"

it's growing.

warnings: talks of past trauma, medical trauma, medical worries

wc: 3.8k

It only got worse.

If it wasn’t the pain, then it was the fatigue, but on most days it was both. Despite the fact you spent most of your days at work doing nothing but sorting through paperwork and typing nonsense on your computer, it wasn’t uncommon for Simon to return home to find you asleep in bed or on the couch. You didn’t bother with any over the counter pain medicine because you knew from word of mouth it wouldn’t help. No amount of ibuprofen or tylenol could rid you of the ache that festered in your side, and you reminded yourself of that fact every day as your fingers poked at the scar tissue and lumps that plagued you.

You thought of your mom often those days. You thought of her home cooked meals and her soft tone when she spoke to you. But no matter how hard you tried to think of the good days with her shattered smile and broken nails, you were always brought back to that hospital. Beeping machines became the lullaby that accompanied your mothers explanation about everything because even though you were an adult, you really were still just a kid, and you were scared like one, too. So she taught you about how the chemo worked, and how neat her PICC line was, but you remembered thinking it wasn’t neat at all. A port with twisting tubes that invaded her veins and rested close to her beating heart wasn’t neat. The only thing that should have been that close to her heart was you.

Those memories haunted you both in your dreams and in consciousness. Not even Boo, who you found curling into your side as a purring mess more often than not, could distract you from the fact that something wasn’t right. One night, a dream twisted up a story in which your position had been replaced with your mothers, and yours with her. She took care of you while you were sick, just like a mother should. She coddled you when you couldn’t stop crying from the pain, and smoothed your hair over while you tried to eat. And yet, for some reason, she still died in the end even though she wasn’t the sick one that time around.

When you woke up, all you could think about was Simon and how you didn’t want to put him through that. How you refused to put him through that. It was a special kind of torture watching someone waste away. There was no gun in the world powerful or precise enough for him to use that would cure you of whatever had gotten you sick. He would not be able to fight his way to a cure.

“Want me to come with you?”

There he was, in front of your desk, eyes trained on you with a type of soft concern you hadn’t seen from him in years. Anxiety stained your workstation, and its stench had followed you around for the last few days, and you knew he had picked up on it. He always did, but it was especially difficult not to this time around. Over the days leading up to your appointment with your OBGYN, he had pulled your hand away from your scar so many times he had lost count, and you were often so lethargic when you woke up he had to help coax your body out of bed. It wasn’t his first time taking care of you, and it certainly wouldn’t be his last; he just wished it didn’t remind him so much of what you were like after you had gotten shot.

“No, that’s okay,” you assured him. Your voice was calm, but your leg shook underneath your desk. “It’ll probably be a quick appointment anyway. No need to have you leave base for it.”

“I don’t care about what anyone on base wants, I care about what you need,” he said, taking care to keep his voice quiet.

Of course he would say that, because you learned that there was nothing in the world Simon Riley wouldn’t do for you. But really, you didn’t want him there for your appointment. He had seen plenty of you in a clinical setting before, and you weren’t sure if you could stomach him seeing you like that again. Though, something inside of you told you that you might not have a choice soon.

“Simon,” you said, firmly but kind, “I don’t need you to come with me. I’m fine. I’ll be back in like, two hours.”

He didn’t believe you, and you knew that. You were always an open book to him, and he often knew more about you than you did yourself half the time. Yet he didn’t challenge you, and instead he straightened up as he got ready to leave. He had a tendency to not stick around too long while the two of you were working, but you knew leaving you this time killed him a little inside.

“Alright. I’ll see you in a bit, love,” he said in a near whisper.

You smiled to stop your bottom lip from quivering. “See you in a bit.”

Despite the fact that you and Simon only ever used the quietest of tones with one another while speaking on base, that didn’t quite save the two of you from prying eyes. While no one in your office ever really cared, or dared, to eavesdrop or pay any attention to the two of you, the same couldn’t be said to anyone who happened to pass by the door. Especially for Arlo Sallow, who was always on the lookout for anything entertaining, private or otherwise. His beady eyes had caught sight of both you and Simon in the office as he passed by on his way to the gym, and while he hadn’t heard a single bit of the conversation between the two of you, that didn’t stop him from talking.

“Do you think that masked freak wants to fuck Mrs. Riley?”

Aaron, who had been in the middle of doing lateral raises, nearly dropped his dumbbell at Arlo’s question. Wiping the sweat from his brow, the man looked over to his blunt friend with his mouth slightly open in surprise.

“You talking about Ghost?” he clarified.

“Sure,” Arlo replied with a shrug.

Huffing, Aaron set his dumbbell back on the rack before he placed his hands on his hips, almost like a disappointed mother. He shook his head as his chest heaved with a sigh, and Arlo nearly rolled his eyes at his friends over dramatic reaction.

“You can’t just say shit like that, mate,” he chastised. “You’re gonna get in trouble one of these days.”

“Yeah? Think Ghost is gonna reprimand me for speaking my mind?” Arlo jeered as he emphasized the word Ghost as if to make fun of it. “He’s just a big guy in a mask, he doesn’t scare me.”

“What about Mrs. Riley?” Aaron challenged. “I get you’ve got some sort of imaginary beef with the lieutenant, but she’s obviously married. Keep spouting shit and you’re gonna drag more than just him into this.”

Shrugging, Arlo tapped his fingers against a few of the dumbbells as if they were drums. “Maybe he should keep that in mind. Doubt I’m the only one who thinks he’s got a thing for her. Poor thing, he’s probably jeopardizing her job.”

“Whose job is jeopardized?”

Both men stopped their chatting and turned around to face the sergeant that interrupted their rather unpleasant conversation, John MacTavish. Sweat soaked into the fabric of his shirt near his armpits and chest, and his mohawk was slicked back from the perspiration. Though he looked somewhat relaxed despite his workout, there was a certain glint in his eyes that showed that he heard more than what he let on.

“Nothing, sir,” Aaron was quick to excuse, “Sallow’s just talking nonsense.”

“Mrs. Riley,” Arlo said, apparently with little regard for his life.

Surprised that the man would admit that fact so blatantly, Johnny raised an eyebrow as he crossed his arms over his chest. “What about her?”

“Her and Ghost seem awfully close,” he commented, digging his own grave.

Johnny tilted his head to the side in thought as he stared daggers through Arlo Sallow. There were several ways he could go about shutting down whatever was brewing in that bastard's mind, and telling him to shut up wasn’t going to cut it with a man like him. No, he knew his kind well, untamed beasts that often had no shame in tearing others down. So he was left with two options; intimidate him, or get him to respect you.

Why not do both?

“Makes sense after everything they’ve been through together,” Johnny said as if it was common knowledge.

Confused yet curious, both Troopers glanced at one another. Arlo with some morbid curiosity, and Aaron with a blatant ‘I told you so’ look.

“What do you mean?” Arlo pressed.

With a sigh, Johnny ran a hand over his damp hair, smoothing it down before he scratched at the back of his neck. Though he wasn’t taller than Arlo, he had both men beat on muscle mass and sheer size. He was older, more experienced, and despite the Trooper’s childish confidence, this wasn’t a battle he could win.

“Mrs. Riley used to work as an intelligence agent. Very tech savvy, was really good at digging up intel that organizations wanted buried,” Johnny said, fabricating a story. “Damn good at her job. A little too good... You boys familiar with Mark Sizov?”

While Arlo appeared just as bored as usual, Aaron’s eyes widened at the name. “He was a Russian terrorist, right? Some sort of splinter group created after Barkov was killed. He was executed a few months ago, wasn’t he?”

Johnny answered him with a nod. “His men abducted Ghost during a mission gone wrong. Mrs. Riley was the one who found his location. They came for her after Ghost was rescued.”

Lying so blatantly was necessary in order to really get Arlo off of your tail, yet it created a tension in the air Johnny didn’t really appreciate. It was as if the man was able to read right through him. Or, perhaps it only felt that way because the man hardly showed any other emotion than boredom or malicious curiosity.

“They went after a civilian?” Aaron questioned.

“They’d already killed hundreds by that point,” Johnny explained.

“Civilians make for better bargaining chips,” Arlo added.

Johnny looked at him with a glare. “That they do.”

With a slight tilt of his head, Johnny took a few careful steps towards the men, though his eyes stayed trained on the most troublesome of the two. Arlo attempted to double down as the muscles in his jaw tensed, but he refused to waver. Still, nothing, not even his unfounded confidence, could save him from the fact he was clearly outranked.

“My point here, Sallow, is that both Mrs. Riley and Ghost went through hell and back together. She’s a strong woman who’s recovered despite the horrors she’s witnessed. If I ever hear you spout bullshit like that ever again, I’ll ensure that you’ll be packing your bags by the end of the night,” Johnny threatened through gritted teeth. “She’s earned her place here. Don’t think that just because you’ve got your name on a badge and a uniform that means the same for you.”

There were a million insults and vile things that bubbled in the back of Arlo’s throat. Johnny could see the man attempt to hold the bile at bay, but he wasn’t able to mask his glare. He obviously didn’t like being challenged, but he would be damned if your work life was put at risk because someone couldn’t keep their mouth shut. Besides, if he didn’t take the hint, there were plenty of other methods Johnny was more than willing to use in order to get his point across.

“Understood, sir,” the man finally spoke.

Once again, Johnny nodded something short and curt as he looked back and forth between the two Troopers. A part of him felt a little pity on Aaron for having made such a shitty friend, as he pegged Arlo as the type to not let relationships of any kind go so easily, but that was a battle for another day. Your image, your comfort, was the most important thing for him to accomplish. He had grown to see you like a sister, and he refused to just stand around idly while someone slandered you over what he could only assume was pathetic jealousy.

“Good, because we won’t be having this conversation again,” he finished as he turned to leave. “As you were, gentlemen.”

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It had been a long while since you last found yourself in your OBGYN’s office. Any sort of clinical setting had always unsettled you ever since the death of your mother. Even in an environment as welcoming as a private clinic, the beeping of machines seemed to follow you, haunting you nearly as bad as her final breaths. Things only got worse after Adakskin had shot you, and it had been quite some time since you had last visited any sort of doctor because of it. The needles, the poking and prodding, the drugs; even the thought of it nearly had you melting down in the middle of the waiting room. But when the clinical assistant called your name, you were brought right back to reality, no matter how unpleasant it was.

Something was wrong. Something had been wrong, and you were finally about to find out what.

Everything that came next was something you were prepared for, as you had gone through it loads of times previously. Your height and weight were recorded before you were brought into a private room. A poorly padded examination table was shoved into the corner with the stirrups half folded up, and a gown and blanket laid waiting for you on the corner. Then came the vitals and questions. What is the reason for your visit? Notice anything unusual lately? All of which you answered truthfully. You were scared of dying. You were scared of the lumps that reminded you all too much of what your mother had dealt with.

The easiest part of that whole appointment was the blood test and urine sample. A quick prick of your finger, and a cup full of piss later, and you were directed to completely undress and change into your gown to wait for the doctor. It was all so stale. The gown was stiff against your skin, and though the blanket smelled fresh, it wasn’t at all warm. It was as if everything good had been sucked out of the world due to your terror. Still, you sat there on the edge of the table, half naked and feeling small.

Small. You were painfully reminded of the last time you felt such a way. Was it back on the beach in Salthouse? When Bukin had dragged you out there wearing his coat? When he had grabbed you and you had fallen into the sand, wishing Simon had been there to pick you up? Was it on the floor of that basement after Adakskin had beaten you to a pulp? Or maybe in that orchard when Simon had finally been able to hold you after so many months? You hated how your trauma seemed to weave together. The pain of your childhood had burrowed into the trauma of being abducted, and then even that had taken root in your present worries. It all meshed together to hold you tighter than that blanket in your lap could.

A short knock on the door pulled you out of your thoughts and you glanced up just in time to watch as your doctor and her clinical assistant entered the room. She greeted you with a smile as if she was blissfully unaware of your exposed nature and she approached the side of the table as if ready to get down to business.

“Hey, how’s it going?” she asked, her voice chipper.

Silly, you thought. Doctors always asked that question even when they knew the answer.

“It’s going alright,” you responded with a sheepish smile.

“Good, good,” she replied with a gentle bobbing of her head. “I understand we’re having some tenderness and pain in the breast area?”

Nodding, your hand instinctively reached up to hold the jagged tissue of your left breast. Really, it was more than just that. Between the fatigue and soreness, you had felt like nothing but a zombie for the last few weeks. Hell, you had even stopped wearing bras because the pain was near unbearable. But those questions would come in due time.

“Why don’t you lay back for me? We’ll do a quick breast exam to check for any abnormalities,” she said as she gestured towards the table.

Once you were settled as comfortably as you could get on a table as firm as that one, your doctor wasted no time getting to work. With your permission, she moved the cloth of your gown, revealing your bare breasts to the cold air of the examination room. It didn’t take her long for her movements to cease, and though you tried not to look at her while you were exposed the way you were, you knew exactly where her eyes had landed.

“What happened here?” she asked, fingers ghosting over the ugly, puffy scar that afflicted your side.

“I was shot,” you answered simply.

Her silence almost made it seem like she didn’t believe you for a moment, and yet your own silence proved her suspicions wrong. With a tilt of her head, she visually examined your old wound yet didn’t make any effort to put any pressure on the area. The tension in your body alone already made the area feel like it throbbed.

“Mind if I ask how you managed that?” she prompted.

“It’s a long story but… we’ll just say it was a work hazard,” you said, bypassing her question.

All she gave you in response was a hum, which you were grateful for, and then she truly got to work. She instructed you to move your arms over your head which stretched your breast tissue out to make for easier examination and access to your underarms. With the tips of her fingers, she began to poke in gentle circles around your left breast. No matter how light of a touch she used, the sheer achiness was overwhelming, and you found your face screwing tight from the pain.

“I’m feeling a few small lumps here in line with your scar tissue,” she spoke after a moment. “It’s always difficult to tell through a physical exam, but it feels like fat necrosis.”

Despite how uncomfortable you were in that moment, a small smile tugged at the corner of your lips. “My husband said the same thing.”

“Smart man.”

Your other breast wasn’t as painful, though it was still oddly uncomfortable as checked for any other lumps that could be lying elsewhere. Eventually, her hands left your skin and she instructed you to sit up where you were able to completely cover yourself with the gown once more.

“Well, there definitely are a few small lumps there,” she concurred. “Your right breast was perfectly fine, no abnormalities, and as for your left the lumps seem to be in a perfect line with your scar tissue. I’m very confident that this is just fat necrosis. It’s very common for these cysts to form oil deposits and even calcify after trauma has been dealt to more fatty areas of the body. However, given your family history, I think it would be a good idea to get a biopsy, just to be safe. Perhaps put your mind at ease a little. We could even perform the biopsy today if you’d like?”

There was something so relieving about her words that you nearly forgot all about the pain and discomfort that had been harbored in your body. A smile flooded your face as you nodded your head in agreement.

“Sounds like a plan, I just…” You paused to sigh and you brought a hand to your face to rub at your eyes. “Sorry, the last few weeks have just been so stressful. I’ve just been in so much pain, I’ve been so sore and could hardly stay awake. I feared for the worst.”

You expected more assurance from her. You wanted her to open her mouth and tell you that it was all normal, that pain was a part of the fat necrosis building in your body, that you were fatigued due to the stress, but she didn’t. Instead, when you pulled your hand away from your face, you were met with something of a somber look. Or maybe it wasn’t somber, was it pity? Whatever it was, it had your stomach dropping, and you could feel the color drain from your face.

Of course. Nothing in your life had ever been so simple and easy before.

“Pain and fatigue aren’t typical symptoms for fat necrosis,” she explained, “though I might have the answer to that as well.”

There it was again. That small feeling. Nothing but a bug on an examination table. Stuck with a body that you seemed to know nothing about. Because if it wasn’t one thing, it was always another, and no matter what you always seemed to be in the dark.

“We run a few routine tests of all of our patients to check for afflictions that may be the underlying cause of common issues,” she started. “For example, when your finger was pricked earlier for a small blood sample, that was to test for iron deficiencies. And, as you noticed, we test urine for things such as UTIs, sexually transmitted infections, things of that sort.”

Whatever she was trying to say, you wanted her to hurry up and spit it out all ready. Her explanation only prolonged you getting your proper answer, and you could feel your stomach churn with anticipation. But maybe this was her way of preparing you for it. It was never easy hearing unexpected news. Perhaps she did you a favor.

“When we tested your urine today, it was flagged that you had strong traces of a hormone called hCG in your system,” she finally finished.

With a dry throat, you looked up at her as your fingers began to pick at your gown. She said that as if you were supposed to know what that meant, and she looked at you expectantly. Instead, you shook your head as your brows drew together. “What’s that mean?”

“It means you’re pregnant.”

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seungmonggg · 2 years

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Free Day - Ran Haitani

Summary: Being Ran Haitanis girlfriend meant having to spent most days alone, waiting for him. So when he has a free Sunday, he makes sure to show you just how much he really missed you.

Word Count: 966 Words

Warnings: SMUT, unprotected sex, slight cervix fucking (Mentioned like once) Ran and Y/N being two horny shits.

You heard soft grunting beside you and felt him shuffling against you. Smiling sweetly to yourself, you thanked the gods, and of course Mikey, for giving him a free Sunday after working every single day for almost three months.

You two always tried to enjoy every second you could get, but sometimes you just couldn’t help but miss him. His voice, all his crazy stories about the guys, his soft kisses, smooth hands. You missed the steamy nights you two used to share almost every other night. Now all you had were the rushed quickies in his office, between meetings and missions.

So having him laying beside you on Sunday morning brought all the different things you wanted to do to your head. You were awake before him, shifting impatiently against his crotch, feeling his morning wood press into your thigh. Your constant rubbing and whimpering woke him up, immediately bringing a sly smirk to his face.

“Well, good morning to you too, Princess.” He gruffly whispered against the shell of your ear, making you shudder from the sudden sound. “M-Morning Ran.” You softly said, finally turning around to face your love. Seeing his still sleep-ridden face, his hair sticking in all directions, made you sigh contently. “Need something?” he asked while looking you in the eyes. Of course, he knew what you wanted, and fuck, did he want nothing more than to finally fuck you again.

Feeling his cock twitch against you gave you the sign of him thinking the same thoughts as you were. “Need you, Ran. Want you to fuck me, please.” now that made him moan darkly under his fastening breath. Without much hesitation, his lips were on yours. Unruly, Wild and passionate kisses were exchanged, leaving no room for you two to breath. Slightly parting from him gave him enough time to finally lift your nightdress over your head, before he threw it across the room. “Been waiting to fuck you for so fucking long, Princess. You can’t believe how hard I’d get in the office seeing your cute little pictures you send me every day.” His words had you gripping the sheets in anticipation.

You mewled softly when his fingers finally came in contact with your pussy, softly massaging your clit. You were wet enough to let him fuck you right away, but being the tease Ran Haitani is, he just couldn’t without getting you close once. It didn’t take long for you to be a writhing mess under your boyfriend, nearly reaching your high, only for him to pull his hand away completely. “Tsk Tsk Tsk. Won’t even wait for me to fuck you? Forgot all about your manners because I couldn’t teach you for a couple of weeks, baby?” You suppressed a needy whine, shaking your head. He gave you a warning look, “What did I say about using your words?” now this made you gasp slightly, before speaking, “I-I’m sorry Ran, was too eager.”

Hearing you say that made him smile softly, as he began trailing small kisses all the way from your neck to your right nipple, not hesitating to suck the hardened nub into his mouth. You slightly arched your back, moaning quietly. You began pulling his underwear off, before you started to slowly pump his hard cock, although you didn’t really have to, because he was all ready to go. Grunting, he lowly said in your ear, “You want me that bad, huh?” which made you eagerly nod your head, whispering a small yes.

Satisfied with your needy state, he finally lined himself up with your sloppy entrance, before slowly sliding in. Making you both moan breathlessly as he bottomed out completely. The stretch still stinging slightly, even after all this time together. “Fuck, how can you still be this fucking tight, baby? It’s all for me, isn’t it? That sweet pussy of yours drooling all over my cock, hmm? Say it.” He moaned as he started to pound into you, building a steady, but fast rhythm to have you shaking in a couple of minutes. “Yes! Ha, aah... all for you ran, only yours!” You arched your back up higher this time, moaning louder, as he kept on thrusting into you, his fat tip nudging your cervix every couple of thrusts, making you scream out.

Already starting to drool, babbling incoherent sentences of mph sooo good and fffuck me s’good rannie!. That just made him growl, going impossibly faster, chasing his on impending high. He began rubbing fast figures on your clit, trying to get you to cum around him before he reached his own high.

But one look down, seeing the white ring forming around the base of his shaft, had him spiraling down the endless lust you gave him, arms almost giving out and moaning loudly as he painted your insides white.

Having him breathlessly moan above you, thrusts almost gone feral, the absolutely beautiful view of him coming undone above you had you cumming in seconds, screaming his name with the last bit of strength you had, uncontrollably gushing around his length. “That's fucking right, Baby. Fuuuuck... good fucking girl, always so fucking sweet for me, holy shit.” he kept on rambling, losing his mind because of you.

Finally coming down from your high he gently pulled out of you, making you wince slightly from the over stimulation. “I’m going to run you a bath, my Love, and after that fuck you again.” He said, grinning brightly while standing up, making you laugh slightly. “You sure we should take a bath then? Only gonna get dirty again...” You said, making him turn right around on his way to the Bathroom. “You’re right, better fuck you again right now.”...

Yeah, you were gonna have a very fulfilling day....

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A/N: Hey Lovelys!! Back at it again with my firts ever smut! Really hope you like this one, let me know if yall want more <3

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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 7 months

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Okay since we were talking about our beloved Lorcan earlier 😂

What about Lorcan falling in love with one of the newer fae in Aelin's court? Like a fae who took over for one of the Lord's after the war?

*smiles in evil fox* I had way too much fun...

Smartass

Lorcan always knew that he liked his females strong-minded. He liked the bickering. He liked the teasing it brought. A game of some sort. Chasing and catching. Charming. He wasn't picky about the looks. It's the brain that he valued. Had spent way too many nights in taverns, with ladies who only knew how to bounce their breasts but the words that came out of their mouths made him want to rip his hair out. He was sure his life was going to be doomed by careless messing around. One night adventures and fleeting the moment he was done.

But you just had to walk into his life. And turn his ancient world upside down. He was accompanying Aelin in one of her meetings regarding the reserved army she wanted to recruit. She said that she needed Lorcan as her formal army commander to run over the details with a commander of allay troops just in case.

Well, one thing Lorcan wasn't expecting was a female. Tight armor like a corset, pants that accompanied the high slits of your dress shirt. Lorcan had forgotten his name for a moment as he watched you walking towards them. "See something you like?", you smirked at the male, making Lorcan swallow thickly, your voice alone could send you to his knees yet all he said was, "No, but good to know that you're so full of yourself". You let out a chuckle as you walked past him. The scent of you made Lorcan growl slightly.

It was a torturous week. Watching you. Sensing you. Hearing you. You were a tough cookie. Every time Lorcan had tried to jab you. You had always come out on top. "There's no way to cross the mountain", he said in one of the last meetings of the day. You just turned to him, "Oh, really? You are now an expert in that too?", you chirped. Fenrys snorted across the table. That man had attended every single meeting now that Lorcan was being put in his place daily. "I've traveled through that area countless of times, sweetie", he swilled his drink in his glass, "You haven't even been born yet".

Crickets sounded across the room as you watched him for a moment. "Careful your old age is showing", you chirped, dabbling your nail on the map, "I can ask a healer to make you a tonic so you would not forget to button your pants in the morning".

Lorcan let out a warning growl, grip on his glass tightening. Even Gavriel let out a chuckle. You threw the male a sympathetic look, "Did I bruise your ego, baby boy?", "You're walking on thin ice, dove", he pointed a warning finger at you. You leaned over pretending to bite it, "I'm commander Y/N to you".

And this went on and on. As if you two were in a silent battle with one another. Leading one another on. Yet there was something about you. The way you laughed sent shivers down Lorcan's back. Even if you pissed him off, he still walked right beside you as you monitored the training of the soldiers. He listened as you spoke to his man. His gaze kept them all in line because, maker, help them if Lorcan sensed their thoughts going elsewhere.

When the time for you to go came, Lorcan found himself dreading the moment. His mood dropped then he saw you saddling your horse, humming under your breath. Yep, you were the prettiest, strong-minded female he had ever seen. "Came to wish me a smooth journey back?", you straightened your posture, and brushed your hair away from your face. Lorcan leaned against the wall of the barn. "Nah, wanted to cut your saddle's leather", he breathed, making you let out a laugh. Even Lorcan felt his lips curving upwards.

"And here I thought you genuinely liked me", you stepped closer to him, shaking your head. "I hate smartass females like you", Lorcan growled, predator eyes piercing at you. You nodded your head, before quickly pulling at the flaps of his shirt, yanking him closer to you. Your lips met his and Lorcan's hands instantly reached for you. It was desperate and messy. Your heart was beating so loudly in your ears that you couldn't hear anything else.

You pulled away breathlessly, "A parting gift of sorts", you muttered, brushing your finger over Lorcan's lips, trying to get the red tint off, "So you wouldn't forget just how much you hate me". Lorcan growled as you stepped out of his embrace, turning to walk towards your horse. "When I'll get my hands on you...", Lorcan called after you, voice deep. "Actions speak louder than words, commander", you chirped over your shoulder. So Lorcan stepped forward, more than happy to show you the power of his actions.

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chrollohearttags · 11 months

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𝕽𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖇 • 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕾𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓

synopsis: after sharing a night of passion, (y/n) and EJ aren’t so apt to part ways and return to reality. But the two share one more moment together before doing so. Meanwhile, (y/n) reflects on her goals and what it is she hopes to accomplish in this industry. Reassuring not only herself but her crew that her priorities like strictly in Pole Assassins after they confront her at dinner about her strange absence from dinner. Meanwhile, EJ returns home, motivated as ever and ready to work..only to find that someone’s been defaming him, leading to harassment by the media and even some potential legal troubles for the rapper. But will he be able to stomach the truth behind who started such a rumor mill or will it shatter his already fragile trust?

content warning: mature/heavy language, light smut, mentions of drugs, substance abuse and alcohol, sexual content, mentions of violence

word count: 7.9K

📝: I want to thank all of you so so much for the love on the last chapter and your patience. I know I took forever but I’m honestly in no rush to finish this series. However, I’ll be back to regular uploads soon.

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sunshine peered through the cream colored curtains of the fourth floor suite where (y/n) and your unexpected guest had spent the better part of yesterday evening and the early morning hours..making love until dawn reached the horizon. The entire room; a disheveled mess of clothes, bedsheets, alcohol and your bodily fluids. The result of filthy, unadulterated, rough sex. Taking you from the bed, the front of the mirror where he forced you to stare at yourself getting those deep strokes to the shower, where you let the cascading water drench your bodies as you exchanged slow tongue kisses. What transpired was something neither of you expected nor did you think would’ve taken place this soon. It was only weeks ago that you were backstage at the club, complete strangers and nothing more. Pacing the floor as you mentally prepared yourself to go hype up a crowd of thousands of strangers. Nervous because not only was it your first time but you were doing so alongside a man that you had admired for years. One of the only handful of celebrities that caused you to be awestruck and that managed to make you swoon. And intimidated you all the same! EJ the Don was a name synonymous with being less than friendly. He was very selective about who he allowed into his energy and it was safe to say that ninety five percent of the industry didn’t make the cut. He hated agendas and politicking. You, of course, were not expecting to be a part of the select few that he’d rock with. Especially when he gave you friendly advice about how to navigate life in the limelight and how to get through the event.

“Well for one, you can start by not treating me like some type of god. I’m just some regular motherfucker that happens to make music. I promise, you don’t have to tiptoe around me. Second, you got picked for this job, didn’t you? So that means you did something right because if I know anything about Mikasa, she doesn’t hire just anyone when her reputation is on the line..stop stressing and be yourself.”

it was the very first time since you had begun to intermesh in these circles that you had heard someone dismiss their fame, especially someone with his notoriety. He was so smooth with how he uttered it too. Most of these people threw their names around as if it were currency and it’d afford them every luxury they wanted. Not him! He didn’t want to be seen as some snobby, famed personality that not even his peers couldn’t even approach. You were so worried that he’d feel like working with you would be beneath him but not even close. “You smoke, sweetheart? I feel like you could use a puff or two.” He was funny, charming and super sweet. Naturally, you’d take a hit and it was up from there. “Trust me, it’s the only way I’ll be able to go out here and do this. I’ll let you in on a secret that not everyone knows about me. I have social anxiety like a bitch..may not look it but I hate being around all these people. Makes me nervous..even after all this time. My first performance? I ended getting so sick, I almost had to call it off..” Telling you as if the two of you had known each other for years. “Guess that makes two of us, huh?” As honored as you were, you didn’t understand why. It wasn’t if you could go reference interviews with the man and find out these tidbits of information. Although it was apparent by the way his right leg kept jumping as time approached. But he could’ve fooled you when he hit the stage. Completely different person and a grade A performer..so much energy and charisma, you were thrilled to be watching. Not to mention when he pulled you on the stage and crooned to you. Singing the lyrics to one of his sexiest songs. Tipping your chin up and singing to you like a man to his lover. You nearly fell apart..fast forward almost a month and it would seem he somewhat manifested it. The whole thing was sort of impromptu but even so…

“..Mmm, good morning, beautiful.”

“Good morning to you too..”

you were so happy that it took place!

swaddled up in the disheveled sheets, you’d roll over and glide a hand over Eren’s muscular chest..riddled with various pieces of inked artwork. His arm cradled around your shoulders and his lips pressed to yours. It was as if the two of you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself. An attraction that neither of you had felt towards anyone in a long time. Normally, he’d be gone before the girl could even wake up or send her on her way the night prior with an Uber and enough cash for a Plan B if needed. He didn’t really do hookups all that often nor had he been with anyone who made him want to stick around..less known fly out to be with them. It was something about you that had him stuck. You were so cold, raw as hell and quite honestly..the finest woman he had ever been with. And him? No man had ever managed to get you out of your clothes that fast. The way he put that dick on you, you were five seconds from telling him he had to stay. Not to mention how fine and sweet he was! Your inbox hasn't stopped blowing up with threats of fighting you because this man camped out in your comments nowadays. Playfully flirting, knowing that it was all one big joke between the two of you. Maybe that’s why it all happened so suddenly. Your makeout session ensued for a little while; even finding yourself on top of him as he caressed your back, rubbing on your ass and feeling every inch of your skin. Not wanting it to end as he longed for the touch of a woman whom he could feel comfortable with for so long. He hadn’t been this relaxed since he’d been in the industry and it would be almost ten years. Which was sad when he thought about it. Regardless, he knew he couldn’t let his guard down entirely. This game was a funny thing and even if you wouldn’t run your mouth, he knew plenty that would..which would become a huge headache. All it took in this town was one bad photo opp or word of mouth to spread like wildfire and your business was front street on Twitter. The main reason why he stayed to himself is that when he popped out. Especially with a new chick on his arm, then the focus and conversation left his music and the poor girl had to endure harassment. When they may have been nothing more than acquaintances at best. It was irksome, for both parties. For him, his craft meant everything to him and nothing could stand between that. Not even the baddest bitch on the internet and you were definitely holding the title. As it stood, the two of you had no plans to make things official or even start dating. Hell, you didn’t even know if the feelings and emotions were there for that. But you did want to keep..whatever this was going for a little while longer. A warm smile cracked across Eren’s lips whilst yours hovered above them. “You keep doing that, I don’t think I’ll be able to leave.” And honestly, it was just fine with you. He could stay here and stay in it as long as he desired. “Who said you had to?” Nothing like waking up to a little lazy fucking. Mumbling against your lips, he’d whisper to you..asking if you wanted to put it back in and by the wide grin on your face, it was obvious. So with a firm grip on your asscheeks, he’d hoist you up and place you back down atop his dick. Subtly nestling it inside of your warmth. Both of you, moaning at the sensation. Releasing a collective “oh my gosh..” unable to believe that this was all taking place so suddenly. “You feel so good..” Even so, it was a moment that you didn’t want to end so soon. You weren’t ready for your dream to be over in just a flash. Draping your clasped arms around his neck and his to the small of your back, you’d make love yet again with the freshly risen sunshine falling cast over your bodies. Kissing, touching, gripping on every inch of each other’s flesh. Drinking it in. Soaking in each other’s scent.. “Don’t stop, baby..right there.” “Just like that..” riding him clean to another climax and although this was the most fun that either of you had had in a very long time, your conscience couldn’t help but to rear its ugly head..

this isn’t right..God, I know I’m not supposed to be here. Doing this..with him. With a man I barely know. It’s not like me. Not even remotely close. I don’t do one night stands and random hookups..letting a man get this pussy that I can’t even say ‘I love you’ to? Fuck no. I don’t remember the last time I’ve let a man near me be less known, inside of me. Hell, my friends might say I play it too safe, even a little boring. But even so, I wanted–no, scratch that. I needed him. Needed him to tell me I was beautiful, that I felt better than anyone he had ever been with..saying the things that no one’s ever told me. Am I wrong? Does that make me a bad person? Am I terrible for wanting to have my cake and eat it too? To work hard and play as well? I’m working so hard in my career, trying to make this all work. Dancing, this social media shit..I want to win so bad. But I want to live too..I want to enjoy the process while I’m in it. Is that too much to ask for?

all questions you’d have to sit and ponder on at a later date because at the moment , you were being thrust up and down, his face between your breasts as he popped them in and out of his mouth. Giggling and whimpering into his ear with light huffs escaping your mouth as well. Your eyes lazily fixated on one another before he interrupted the kiss. “Why’d you quit?” to which he’d snicker, smirking as he looked down at the bed; still clutching you by the hips..close within his grasp. “Cause I’m a hypocrite, that’s why..” reluctantly shoving your smaller frame back with a gentle press. “Shit..I’m sorry, (y/n).” Suddenly, you could feel your heart descend to the pit of your stomach. Were you about to hear the dreaded words that you’d hope to never be uttered? That this was all a one night rendezvous but he had to go? That he had only come for a quick nut but he was leaving? Alas, you’d have your answer soon. And it was neither the former nor the latter. But instead..

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that I talked all that shit about how much I respected your work ethic..grind and shit. How you didn’t choose that bullshit over your bag. Now here I am taking you from that…” admitting with a muffled groan into your collarbone. Placing your hands to his shoulder blades, you’d glare up at EJ, glancing at him before bursting into laughter. You didn’t mean to but you truly couldn’t help it when you saw the look on his face.

“Sorry for what? It’s not like I turned you away at the door, and told you to get the fuck out. As you can see, I’m enjoying myself very..very much.” Declaring as you traced a trail down his bare chest whilst leaving a soft peck to his lips. “I am too..” obviously smitten and staring dumbfounded at your body as your hands traced his torso. “Actually, it’s the most fun I’ve had in a long time. It’s something different ‘bout you. I swear..” words that normally would’ve meant nothing when a man uttered them. Hell, they should’ve meant nothing coming from him and yet, your heart couldn’t help but flutter a little. “Forreal?” “Shit, you think I’d come all the way out here for just anybody? You haven’t stayed off my mind since I met you..” Still, it wasn’t safe to get ahead of yourself. Rather, it was best to play it cool and just take things slow. So that’s when EJ devised an ideal plan..

“Tell you what. Imma be in Houston for a few more days..you go handle your business. I know your girls are prolly worried sick. I got some things to take care of out here myself. When you’re done, you know where to find me. Sound good?” Although the last thing you wanted to do right now was leave this bed, less known this room, he was right. You guys were working professionals with soaring careers and a lot of responsibility. It was only the heat of the moment and your hormones that had you being this reckless but it was time to get yourselves together. Reluctantly lifting you off of his lap, Eren set you by his side, but not without leaving you with a few passionate kisses to get through the day. When he withdrew on the last one, he’d tug your bottom lip along with him, gently between his teeth as your palms resided on his cheek. “You promise?” “Swear.” With that, the two of you would prepare to head out for the day. You, going to the shower to cleanse yourself of last night and the morning’s activities. And him to his respective room, that was on the floor above yours. It was the only way to ensure that you didn’t find yourselves entangled in the web of lust yet again. “Have a good day, beautiful. I’ll see you later.” “Byeee.” So getting out undetected might have been a task in itself. So he’d grab his hoodie, sweats and a hat, hoping to evade anyone wanting to strike up a conversation or snap a couple involuntary candids of the rapper. Truth was, EJ The Don had something that many stars today didn't and that was a true sense of celebrity. Not so much being a diva or putting himself on a pedestal, because he was humble as fuck and super down to earth if you ever met him, but in the way of him not broadcasting his business for the world to see. He didn’t want his privacy invaded. So in the event of some seedy journalist seeing him leave someone else’s hotel room, looking disheveled and crazy, chatter was sure to fly. For now, he had to let you go and deal with some loose ends of his own. He had a homeboy out here needing some mixing and mastering done for his new project and who else better to have their stamp on it than Eren himself. Besides, it’d provide the perfect distraction and keep him occupied. Music was the one thing he always counted on to be consistent and that he never had to worry about being disappointed by. Something people did all too often and he honestly hoped you were different.

once you were finally alone though, you’d find yourself releasing a heavy sigh as you leaned against the door. You couldn’t help but to feel a little flustered and annoying at the fact that you were almost two seconds from pouting and begging this man to stay. It was a little embarrassing even. Nonetheless, he was right. Time to get back to business. And not a moment too soon. Because your phone was ablaze with texts from the group chat, missed calls and an incoming voice message from Ms. Ackerman. You had a gig tonight and that you couldn’t miss for anyone, including EJ! This very well may have been the biggest artist that the Pole Assassins as a collective have performed for. Not to mention, you getting the opportunity to be a host again so there were many different things to look forward to. But that sentiment couldn’t be mirrored by the woman who oversaw both of your careers. In fact, to say she was aggravated..not by you but her oldest client, would have to be a very gross understatement! But she all but had a plan to ignite a fire underneath the stubborn brat. The one thing she could always count on to get him moving was a question of his talent and a little competition.

while the two of you were making arrangements to go to rehearsal and to the studio, Mikasa was currently working behind the scenes on a master plan to make him get his ass back in the booth and put out something that would have everyone from die hard fans to habitual haters alike talking. Sitting in the backseat of her chauffeured car, the executive manager tapped away at her phone..eventually forming a wide smile across her face. Eventually, breaking into a laugh. “You know, the devil works hard..but goddamnit, Annie Leonhart. You work faster. If this doesn’t spark something in him, I don’t know what will.” Glaring down at the phone, a bold printed headline read: “Fans Disappointed After Rolling Loud Headliner Set, Rapper Sparks Online Debate.”

followed by a puffed up piece that went on to say: ‘Rapper EJ The Don, infamously known as the Underground God, his Living Dead Boy l and ll albums, as well as his dark and mysterious aesthetic, along with his outspoken personality that have captivated many. An artist branding himself on being anti industry and not adhering to any of the typical rules and politics, his music and personality have gripped millions. But adoring fans, both old and new, couldn't help but to be left with a bitter taste in their mouths amid the final and headlining act of Miami’s biggest night in music. Appearing as a surprise guest not even listed on the docket. Even so, the crowd saw an influx of attendees and morale once EJ made his way to the stage. Where many would be thinning out and departing for the evening, a plethora of spectators remained for the long awaited show. However, many were left wondering not only if he wanted to be there but if his heart was in the performance at all. Although the highly acclaimed artist does not partake in social media himself, many fans took to Twitter to refute the claims of bored crowds and silence..even sharing personal videos of the performance to prove that everyone was on their feet for their favorite artist. One user became extremely defensive and posted: @dollofgrey: THEE EJ the Don? Boring? Yeah u bitches are smoking dick. The crowd was going stupid the whole time. Don’t play w him.” posting footage of him head banging and inciting huge mosh pits during some of his more hype songs. Others, however..said the rapper seemed to be so jaded while on stage and thus began speculation as to why. Also sparking debate of how male performers are often given far more grace than their female counterparts in terms of performance standards. Rumors have been circulating recently that the twenty five year old had been hospitalized due to exhaustion and heart complications. Which made many arrive at the conclusion of substance abuse or chronic illness, although nothing has been confirmed. With the lack of interaction with his nearly over one million fans, much is expected to remain a mystery. But one thing is for certain: many potential and diehard supporters have grown weary, waiting for news of a new project, especially with his last one nearing its fourth anniversary. Will he step up and refute these claims, once again proving naysayers wrong? Or has The Don’s time on the throne come to an end?’

a very short, simple..yet, super loaded article full of interesting and quite frankly false statements. Ones that as his publicist, Mikasa had no interest in clearing up. If he wanted to repair his reputation, he’d have to do so himself with his talents. However, others were apprehensive of her methods. Including her very own assistant, who was in the process of organizing her boss’ next set of meetings into her planner when she couldn’t help but spot the deviant look on the dark haired woman’s face. “Ms. Ackerman. I don’t mean any disrespect but are you sure this is the right thing ta’ do? I mean, I thought you were supposed to help his reputation. Wouldn’t this hurt it?” To which she’d merely laugh and continue tapping away at her screen. “Oh Sasha. My sweet, little lamb. You have much to learn about this business and the people in it.” Amid her speech, Mikasa would reach over for her martini and stir the glass before crossing her slender legs and proceeding with her speech. “You see, I have over fifty different artists I manage in a day. Some..they’re fairly easy to deal with. Give ‘em a gig and they’ll take it. Whether it’s some no name festival in the middle of nowhere or Glastonbury..they’re on time, punctual and performing as if their lives depend on it. Even if the crowd isn’t as receptive. They work hard to build their brand and maintain good standing with the agency so that when their big break does come, we can put all the necessary power behind them to make sure they succeed. Then there’s the ones who are a little further along in their journey. Been doing it for a while and maybe they just need some time to get back into the swing of things. They may be working on projects or wanting to dabble into different things, helping artists who may just be starting out..that’s perfectly fine. We love to see that type of mentorship. My fiancé Jean, he’s sort of stuck in that limbo right now. He’s one of, if not the best song writers I’ve ever seen so while he works on his new album and our wedding, of course..he’s taken sort of a step back and decided to lend his support to others..I couldn’t ask for a better client and husband.” Sasha Braus, twenty three year old small town girl from Kentucky with dreams of becoming a big time manager herself. Although she and Mikasa were not too far off in age, she truly admired her from her early days on stage to her shift in media presence now. A young woman with such poise and intelligence..it was something to behold for sure. But as she continued to talk, still circling the perimeter of her glass, Sasha couldn’t help but notice how tight her superior was clutching the stem of it once she got to her final part of her little monologue. As did her expression shift; her lip curling and veins protruding from the side of her head.

“…And then..there are special cases. Ones that require a bit more of a push. These are the ones that have a very..individualistic approach to the way they do things. Meaning they act as they damn well please and never think about the consequences it may cause others. They’re very selective about what jobs they take, or even what meetings they attend for that matter. They’ll go months, maybe even years before they release a project and in that time, won’t tell a soul what they’re up to. Even so..they sit atop the charts. They’re constantly in the media; the topic of conversation, whether they do anything to warrant it or not. Either way..they only move on their time, thus making my and everyone else’s job a whole lot harder. That is EJ the Don. See, I’ve known Eren since we were kids. One of my best friends, actually. We’d play together..go skateboard, break into old abandoned houses. The usual. But his biggest flaw was that he never listened to anyone. Dude doesn’t even listen to his own mom. The bastard even left home at sixteen without a plan or direction. Anything could’ve happened to him out here but did he give a damn? No. He always acted of his own volition and didn’t care if it got him hurt or in trouble, or anyone else for that matter. And I learned early on the one thing that would make him listen. Do you know what that is, Sasha?”

befuddled as ever, the starry eyed brunette listened to her boss ramble on, mainly out of her own intrigue to learn more about this EJ character beyond his music and media headlines. Shaking her head, she’d begin to nibble on some nearby chips, listening attentively. Suddenly, Mikasa glared with quite a sinister look on her face. Not one looking to cause harm or malice but as if she just had a very memorable flashback before uttering one word: “Violence.” Which caught Sasha completely off guard!

“Violence?!”

“That’s right. Violence. Now I don’t mean in the physical sense..although, I did have quite a bit of fun beating his ass in a good street fight or two. But what I mean is something more metaphorical. A good swift kick in the ass. A push..something that forces him to be so uncomfortable, he has no choice but to move. This is that article. There isn’t much that Eren cares about, at least enough to get out of character but music? There’s no one in this business that does it quite like him. He’s a damn genius and the second that’s called into question, he’ll be quick to address it and clear up any notion that he’s not the best. It’s his one love in life so he’ll take it seriously. It’s a shitty thing to do, I know and I’d never stoop so low as to run a smear campaign against my own clients. But he’s beyond normal tactics. Besides, I didn’t think that lunatic of a woman would run with just a nugget of information and turn it into this. Leonhart’s a fucking psycho but she knows how to light a fire underneath someone, that’s for sure and press the right buttons. The only thing I can do now is wait and hope that he bites.”

it was a lot for Sasha to take in and trust, if she had faith in anyone, it was this woman. She’d watch her turn complete nobodies into industry sensations overnight. She was gifted at what she did and making the transition from performer to her current role was the best decision that Mikasa could’ve ever made. However, her assistant couldn’t help but shake the nagging suspicion that there was a missing piece to all of this and that it may not go according to her master plan. All of which she’d keep to herself because the last place she wanted to be was on the maverick’s bad side. That was not a woman you’d ever want to piss off! So she’d nod silently and agree. Hoping that for her boss’ sake, he did.

I hope you’re right, Ms. Ackerman. Business is business, but is it truly worth it..if you have to sell out your own friend?

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two days later • Houston Amphitheater, Houston, TX

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“Thank you Houston! ‘Appreciate the love..and I’d like to thank my wonderful band. My stage crew and of course, my lovely, beautiful dancers for tonight..the always talented Pole Assassins. These ladies are some of the best to ever do it and I’m grateful that they were a part of this experience tonight. Thank you all and good night, bless..”

the female R&B artist stood before the roaring crowd, microphone in hand and a huge smile as the audience showered both her and everyone else with copious amounts of praise. Even spiking at the mention of the quintet’s name. Bouffant curls, body like that of a goddess, tattoos littering her arms and the voice of an angel. It was unbelievable that you all were even here right now! Which was wild to imagine because just a year ago, the group couldn’t get a single booking because no one saw how it would add value to the concert but (y/n) and the entire group had come to prove everyone wrong. Now all types of artists were hoping to have the girls as part of the show. Not to mention, your outside starpower was beginning to have an effect on that as well. Either way, you had a blast. Being in a room with such infectious energy, being felt up by this fine ass singer as she belted the sultry lyrics to her songs and watched you twirl around the pole. It almost made you forget what and who you were doing not too long ago…fast forward, and you all found yourselves at the infamous Pappadeaux’s downtown. Sipping on drinks, reflecting and enjoying appetizers and laughs as you awaited your meals.

“Whew!..I don’t know about y’all but I am feeling amazing! That was the best hands down, I’ve never had that much fun.” Brianne, who was the first to bring up tonight’s show; ecstatic and thrilled after the high that came with dancing. Truthfully, it took her back to her days in the strip club and it felt like being at Blue Flame all over again. That bit of nostalgia, coupled with the fact that she too had a huge crush on their performer didn’t help! Especially when she grabbed her throat and pretended to kiss her. And not one person could disagree.

“Yeah, cause you were ready to bump coochies with that lady, Bri! You’re not slick.”

“And I would be right now, if it weren’t for you meddling bitches. I was this close!”

pinching her fingers together as she nursed another sip of her drink. Mad at her friends’ interference in her affairs. But they all knew better than to allow that to happen.

“Yeah, close to getting your ass beat. Her girlfriend was standing right there backstage and I know she got hands.” Brianne would simply dismiss Kelly and Syrai’s statements, continuing to eat her crab dip, placing a piece of bread between her long nails and taking a bite. “I know she does too. Real nice hands. That’s why I want both of them!” Sending all of them bursting into laughter afterwards. Brianne, who was and has always has been proudly lesbian never shied away from the fact that she loved the ladies. Hence why she was so popular at her old job..sure, she’d pull the rappers and drug dealers but it was the women in business suits and six figures who would line up to get a dance from Candy; her former moniker. “You are so crazy. I’m not messing with you.” Even so, it felt good for all of you to be back together..chatting it up and laughing like this. Celebrating after a huge success. However, it wasn’t lost on any of them that although (y/n) was talking and engaging, you seemed to be spaced out and your mind was elsewhere. That much confirmed by the way you were scrolling and snickering at your phone underneath the table. “Speaking of..” Niesha, who was holding her butter knife, smacked her lips and turned to face you, as did the rest of the table to confront you. Now that you were, they could easily address the elephant in the room: “..mind telling us why the hell you stood us up the other night? Had us waiting that long..” if anyone would remember, it was most certainly the woman you often referred to as your sister! Nothing slipped past Miss Niesha. She was not only perceptive but nosy as hell. You were certain your little story about sudden onset illness wouldn’t hold up in her eyes. So she’d ask for the truth this time.

“I told you, I wasn’t feeling well..”

“I know that’s what you told me. Ion believe that shit though. So….who was you in there fucking on?” The question immediately prompts you to spit your drink out and Kelly, Brianne and Syrai to burst into another fit of cackles. They knew as well as she did that you were full of it. “Nie!” Hell, they knew something was amiss when you left practice as soon as it was over..which had never happened! But instead of going to your hotel room, you beelined to another one on the second floor and it got the girls talking as to what or who was in there. “We’re not mad at you, we’re just curious.” “Hell, they got to be some pressure for you to keep going back. You don’t like nobody..” which they could all agree upon. Nonetheless, you’d suck your teeth and roll your eyes with a gentle smirk on your face. Nursing another sip of your drink, you’d dismiss their comments. Attempting and hoping to evade this topic. “That is not true. I’m nice.” How would they be able to handle the fact knowing that not only had EJ flew all the way out here just to see you but it was so damn good, that the second you two had any spare time, it was spent fucking on each other in the past seventy two hours. Sneaking to one another’s rooms, doing all the things you had no business and trust, if word got into the wrong hands, you’d be branded a clout chasing rapper’s girlfriend forever. Not exactly the label you wanted while trying to build a brand of your own. Even so, your girls all noted the very obvious difference in your demeanor since the night you claimed to have been sick. Most people didn’t sport beaming smiles after a case of food poisoning. However, they knew it was more so a matter of your guts being rearranged that had you elated!

“Chile, you don’t have to lie to us. So…who’s your new man? Is it a man at all?”

(Y/N) didn’t utter a word and rather sat there in complete silence, stealing small sips of the fruity margarita you had been consuming. Instead, you’d leave them to figure it out with the constant context clues you had been giving. Besides, if you said it outright, it’d actually look as if you two were dating which was the furthest thing from! They’d all sit there, mumbling among themselves as they tried to figure out who it was that had your attention all of a sudden. And the first guess would come from Syrai, who had spotted pictures of you and some male backup dancer who had been touring with the artists as well and had been trying to get at you for a while. To which you’d shake your head and the suggestions would continue. “Is it that defensive lineman for the Cowboys? He's been on your shit heavy.” They were blurting out everyone from this singer or that basketball player, who’s radar you had been on for the longest yet not a single one was right! That was until Niesha seemed to have a bit of a breakthrough, looking up and around the table at everyone as if they were crazy. Before finally turning her attention to you with a smirk.

“You lil’ sly bitch..it’s EJ!” Sending the table into complete hysterics. Kelly, Brianne and Syrai all gasping and screaming and you trying to quiet them. The last thing you needed was for somebody to overhear you all. But alas, she had guessed correctly and there was no faking or denying it because your change in expression said it all. He was definitely the culprit!

“Can y’all be quiet?! Damn..gon’ have my business all over Texas fucking with y’all.” Yelling as you tried to feign your own excitement; covering your mouth as you laughed.

but their excitement could not be contained. It made so much sense…the Instagram comments, the stories you posted, listening to his songs and your little incident at the club. Most certainly not off base to think that the two of you had slept together! “You been fucking on that fine ass man and ain’t told us? You so fake (y/n).” As enthused as they were though, they’d have some advice for you. “ion know, I’d be careful with that one. That man is notorious for being a damn heartbreaker.” “Yeah, and staying in trouble. You sure you want them problems, girl?” Which threw you for a loop, considering you’d never seen him with anyone other than his ex. But then again, they made it their business to be up in everybody else’s and you could give a fuck less. Either way, it was none of your concern and you could care less what he did in his past. “You say that like that’s my nigga or something. What he does when he’s not with me is not my problem.” That’s what they all admired about you. Your ability to stay focused and not be phased by any outside influences. You could be laid with one of the world’s most famous and finest men, only to walk right past him the next day as if you never met. It was commendable how much resolve you housed. But that was expected when you didn’t think much of anyone in this industry anyways. They just didn’t know if they could handle seeing that type of pressure. Sure, your time with EJ was very nice and you’d love to see him again if the opportunity presented itself once you returned home, but he was on a private flight back to Miami right now, proceeding to business as usual; moving along with life so it was in your best interest to do the same. Hoisting your martini for another sip, you’d flash a look to all of your girls and address their concerns once and for all:

“Listen, I got three things in this world I’m worried about: my girls, my brand and my motherfuckin’ money. Anything else is just a nice little distraction. Including him. The dick was nice…really, really nice and I had fun but it’s not that serious between us.” Declaring as you stirred your drink and giggled, reminiscing on your past few nights together. You made it abundantly clear he was a non factor. No matter how many times you guys had sex, sent nudes or commented on each other’s posts. Maybe one day you’d find someone to settle down with but today was not it. For now, you were having your way!

“Now that that’s settled…y’all can quit worrying about me. I’m good. Can we move on, my loves?” And that was enough to ease their minds but it wasn’t enough to change the subject though! “Sure!..after you tell us about you and Mr. Jaeger, chile. I’m trying to know what that’s hitting for.” Kelly interjected and the others followed suit. So you had no other option than to divulge all the dirty details. Especially since you had been dying to share with them. “Fine. Since y’all wanna be nosy and shit. Let me start from the beginning….”

What else were girlfriends for after all?!

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meanwhile, Eren had already made his departure from the Lone Star State and was long gone. Bidding (y/n) adieu with a quick little makeout session in your room this evening as you got ready, before boarding his private jet and heading back home. The brief sabbatical was one that he needed and would surely linger with him for days to come but it was time to refocus. No distractions, no interruptions and no more playing around. Guilty pleasures were just that: pleasures. Only meant to be indulged in every so often but now it was time to resume the hustle. Get back to his main lady and that was music. The sweet sounds of synthesizers and instrumentals. Penning his raw feelings and emotions onto paper and translating it all into audible art…there wasn’t a greater feeling in the world. Of course, your pussy might have been a close second!

“Yeah, tell Fader I’m a little busy this week. We’ll have to reschedule that interview for sometime later this month. Tomorrow, me and Ony are gonna be locked in on this EP so I don’t want any distractions. I’m sure you can handle that.” “Yes sir, I understand.”

chatting it up with his loyal assistant Floch, who had been awaiting his return. He asked what he had been up to for his few days of leisure and that he’d be rewarding him with a bonus for all of his hard work. Having landed less than an hour ago, Eren had made his arrival back to Miami. Stepping foot off of his private jet to the driver's seat of his brand new McLaren; fresh off of the lot only a couple days before leaving. A sleek, sexy black with chrome accents and an iridescent finish. Very much the rapper’s speed. Another piece to add to the collection of antique and brand new cars sitting at his residence. It was one of the few hobbies he enjoyed outside of his work. But unfortunately, he wouldn’t be greeted by his parked vehicles and quiet estate once he got there. Where he expected to have his hot shower and warm bed awaiting him..plans of relaxation in his bedroom with some video games, or perhaps a movie, there was something far worse on the horizon. On the long, dark stretch of street leading up to his driveway..no neighbors surrounding him, Eren could spot faint lighting beaming from beyond the locked gates..or rather, what should have been. “What the—hey, Floch. I’ll call you back..” cutting the indiscernible chatter on the other end short as he disconnected the call and lowered his iPhone to the empty passenger seat. Who or what the hell was going on?! Was someone trying to rob him and it had tripped the sensors? They shouldn’t have even been able to make it up this far without the security company or his own personal team being alerted. He didn’t keep an entourage of bodyguards surrounding him because he figured what his hands couldn’t handle, his .45 could but someone had just violated his privacy and the sanctity of his home!

but as he’d soon find out, the culprit wasn’t some would-be burglar, wishing for a hefty lick. But rather, a far bigger opportunist. As he neared the entrance; headlights beaming on the monogrammed gates, he’d catch the silhouette of two bodies in the beams as well. However, what followed was a swarm of people, armed with kit guns but the lens of a camera and microphones in hand, hoping to get their scoop by any means. Because unbeknownst to EJ and completely without his knowledge, word had been circulating the internet with heavy accusations about him. Things that he was not expecting to hear tonight.

“EJ! EJ! Is it true you’re quitting music?!” “Can you tell us about what happened at Rolling Loud, why were you so tired?” “Were you really away at rehab for your addiction? Can you confirm?”

he wasn’t sure where any of this was coming from. Hell, he wasn’t even aware that there was a problem with his performance or anything else so this was all news to him. Who had started this rumor mill? Or better yet, who had allowed them to come there?! Paparazzi mobs felt so outdated and cliche anyways but these slimy scumbags didn’t rest when it came to getting in everyone’s mix. Falsely reporting the last time got them sued and one a hospital visit. But what he did know for certain was that they had two seconds to get the fuck off of his property before he gave them something to report! “I don’t know who sent you here but get the fuck out my driveway and away from my house before I do something bad!” Yelling over the barrage of snapping cameras and shouting. He was becoming super irate and that wasn’t good for anyone because he had been known to lose his cool in the past, even resulting in a couple nights in jail and making brash decisions but they were the ones invading his privacy and because of that, he was two seconds from going off the deep end. Just then, as he were trying to keep a cool head, and think rationally, one of them left a slight indent in this hood of his brand new baby. From that point, there was not consoling or soothing him. Whatever happened, he’d worry about the consequences later. “You fucking idiot! Get the hell away from my car! I know damn well you can’t afford to fix this shit.” For now, he was going to beat all of their asses until he got to the bottom of it! Hopping out of the parked vehicle, EJ began to swing at and attack the unrelenting mob, much like he had done in his younger days in fame. He knew it wasn’t right and his manager was going to have a fit, but he was going to teach people about disturbing his peace.

when I find out who did this shit, and sent these bastards to my house..I’m snapping. And they better hope it’s not their fucking neck!

but little did he know that the culprit…may not have been some far off stranger as he may have thought. But rather…someone far closer.

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saveugoodmadam · 3 months

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lost & found

🦭this is my personal take on @chimeofthecomet's selkie au, all credit for creating the au goes to pip! :3 word count is around 2.5k 🦭

"Got your pelt?” Davey asks as he and his brother walk back to their house, their path illuminated by softly glowing streetlamps. Les nods, patting his selling bag, then opens it to show a pelt of soft, thick fur with a few patches beginning to develop on the jet-black fluff. His name is inked on the skin, written in their mother's loopy handwriting.

“D’you have yours?” he asks Davey.

Davey opens his bag, expecting to see his familiar spotted pelt inside, but is met with just empty air instead. He stops dead in his tracks. His breathing is rapid, his hands clutching tight to the strap across his chest.

“Is it back at the lodge house?” Les asks, hoping that the effort of finding an answer will stop his big brother from panicking.His plan works. Davey’s hands slowly unclasp and his breathing regulates as he combs through the evening they've just spent with the newsies in his head. He remembers lounging on an old, saggy, threadbare sofa and listening to Jack talking about his newest backdrop. He remembers a short nap he'd taken, lulled to sleep by Jack's smooth voice before he'd been woken up by Race and Albert’s loud bickering. Only now does he remember how his bag was lighter when he'd stood up to confront them.

“Y- yeah, I think so. Somewhere on the couch. I- I-" No. He can't go back and get it now. They're too far away from the lodging house at this point, and they need to be back home for dinner.

“I’ll get it back next morning. I'll be fine without it for a night.”

But he knows he's lying. All through dinner there's a pull in his chest that he knows will only quiet itself once his pelt is back beside him.

“Are you alright, my little leanabh ròin?” Esther asks as he picks silently at his meal. “Is the food too much for your tongue today?”

He shakes his head. “No, Mama. It's very nice, thank you.”

“Whatever the matter is, bubbeleh,” Mayer reassures him with the sort of smile that Davey thinks only fathers can have, “you can always talk to us. We're your parents, are we not? We want to make sure you’re alright.”

“Yes, Papa. It's nothing really. I'll always seek your help if I need it, I promise,” he tells his father, making extra sure to eat everything on his plate.

His sleep is fraught that night and whenever he does drift off for a small burst of unconsciousness, the sea fills his dreams. Guilt seeps into his body, saturating him with the shame of losing the one thing a selkie must never lose. In an act of desperation he knocks on Sarah's door, weeping in relief when she lets him in and wraps the both of them in her own pelt. Perhaps because they are twins and therefore their sealskins are almost identical, the presence of her pelt against his body means the pulling feeling is calmed enough to let him finally drift off.

As early as he can the next morning, he brings Les down to the lodging house to retrieve his pelt and soothe the tugging in his bosom. It's Crutchie who opens the door when he knocks, the older boy's face souring at the sight of him.

“Hey, Les!” Crutchie says, then adds curtly, “Mornin’, David. Jack ain't here.”

“Oh, I'm not here for Jack today. I, uh, I left something here last night,” Davey explains. From the way Crutchie's acting, he's hit by the not unfamiliar feeling that he's really badly messed up but doesn't know how.

“You sure did. And I'll tell you what, we all know what you left.”

Davey freezes up, his hand clasping Les’ tighter. “You do?”

Crutchie nods, his mouth a thin line. “Mm-hmm. There's a seal Jack talked with, down by the harbour. He loved that animal. Wouldn't stop talkin’ about it every time he went down ‘n’ talked at it ‘n’ slipped it bits’a fish. An’ now suddenly you leave its skin behind in the lodge house.”

Suddenly, Davey feels sick to his stomach. Of course the newsies don't believe in selkies. They believe in poachers.

“Listen, I can explain. I promise, this is all a big misunderstanding!” he stammers. Crutchie's harsh eyes soften just a little.

“I sure hope it is, and I sure hope you can explain. But not to me. I don't need explanations. Jack's down at the harbour, with whatever the hell remains of that poor animal.” Crutchie looks like he's done speaking, then adds- “You broke my little brother's goddamn heart, David, and you're damn well gonna fix it up again.”

Davey nods meekly. “I will. I swear.”

He leaves Les at the lodge house and runs.

There are three things that Davey can trust his instincts to lead him to- the ocean, his pelt and Jack. There's a perfect harmony thrumming in his bones as his legs lead him to all three at once. He reaches the harbour as soon as he can- feet hammering against the ground, heart hammering against his chest. Jack is easily spotted from here; his crimson shirt sticks out like a sore thumb against the grey-blue of the water. Davey's heart sinks at the sight of the hunched-over figure at the end of the pier.

“Jack?” he questions softly, approaching the boy.

Jack turns around, his eyes wet and narrowed in outrage. Tear-tracks bleed through the dirt on his cheeks.

“How could you?” he splutters, the bite in his voice softened by grief.

The pelt is clutched to his chest, the fur wet in patches from being wept into. Davey's instincts are hot behind his ribs, urging him to snatch back his pelt and reclaim his second nature. Despite this, some other feeling that always swells in his chest when he's near Jack is weirdly comfortable seeing Jack's fingers against the sealskin, hugging such a crucial part of Davey so close to him.

“Jack, it's not- not what it looks like. I promise, I really-”

Davey starts to speak after a few moments of silence, but Jack quickly interrupts.

“Yknow, I'd never’a pinned you down as one to go around slaughterin’ innocent creatures. That seal hadn't done nothin’ wrong to you! He was… he was my friend…”

“I know. He's not gone. He's still your friend,” Davey tries to explain. Sitting cross-legged next to Jack, he takes back his pelt, feeling a blanket of relief settle over him as he cards his fingers through the fur, gently untangling small knots.

“How?” Jack asks. His tone begs for an answer more than it demands one. “You think I don't recognise the little fella’s skin when I see it? And out of all’a the seals in New York you could’a done this to, it had to be the one who meant the most to me? I'm so used to losing people, Davey. I'm so tired of it. You know that. I thought I could at least trust you not to be the reason I lost anyone else!”

It breaks Davey's heart to see Jack look so horribly betrayed. He’s never realised how much Jack trusts him until now, not really.

“Jack… the answer is- it's easiest to show you. You won't believe me if I use words.”

“Sure,” Jack hisses, his voice hollow and defensive.

In a single practised move, Davey wraps the pelt tight around himself and draws his head under the hood with his eyes shut tight. When he looks back up at Jack it is with the same big wet eyes he first looked at him with when he poked his head above the water on that rainy afternoon in late May.

“Dave?” Jack breathes, using the nickname he reserves only for special situations like this. It's a world away from the Jack who was there just a moment ago. His face is a mask of utter shock. “You was... that seal was... it's you."

Davey barks an affirmative. Jack's face buries in his hands, his shoulders heaving.

“Are you okay?” Davey asks, unwrapping himself from his pinniped form and rushing to console Jack. His answer is a nod as Jack lifts his head, his mouth open in silent laughter, tears of mirth forming in the corners of his eyes. Awkward as ever, Davey just sits there, unsure what to say but happy at least that Jack isn’t upset or angry.

“Oh my god!” Jack says once he's finally calmed down enough to speak. “That little honky bark…sorry, I shouldn't'a laughed, but it was so hilariously adorable.”

“It was?” Davey asks, confused.

“Yeah!” Jack chuckles, then groans slightly in embarrassment. “Oh god, I said so many things I regret now!”

“It's okay. You didn't know the seal was also me.”

“Fair, but, I mean- I did say some kinda embarrassing things in hindsight.”

Davey flashes a wicked grin. “What, like ‘hey there, water doggy’?’ ‘Want some fish, cutie patootie’? ‘Awww, stop lookin’ at me with those big ol’ wet eyes’?”

“Alright, okay!” Jack laughs. “Point well made, Mr Jacobs.”

Then he turns his puppy eyes on Davey, the ones that Davey hasn't learnt to say no to yet.

“Can we pleeeeaaaseee forget that ever happened now, Davey?”

“Fine,” Davey concedes. He doesn't add “you can still call me cutie patootie though”, but he wants to.

Instead, he adds, “If you're wondering, and I don't blame you, I'm a selkie. So long as I have my pelt with me, I can be a human or a seal depending on which is most appropriate at the time. Without my pelt, I'm just plain old David.”

“Hey, you ain't plain!” Jack interjects kindly.

He pauses.

“Sorry I- well, actually that me ‘n’ all the fellas jumped to conclusions.”

“Its fine.” Davey murmurs as he nuzzles the pelt against his cheek, inhaling the familiar scent. His chest-feeling thrills a little at the fact he can smell Jack on it too. “Not the most logical of conclusions, is it?”

Jack shakes his head and offers out his hand as a silent peace offering, which Davey gladly accepts. Their hands pull away slowly when it is over, fingers lingering for want of touch.

“What's the writin’ on it mean, then? The, uh, the word on the skin bit.”

Davey's gaze breaks away from the point in the middle of the sea he's been staring out at.

“Oh, you mean this?” he asks, pointing to his mother's writing.

“Yeah. That word. Dàibhidh,” Jack reads, lips forming around the word in the clunky way all non-speakers’ lips do. His brow furrows in concentration. He looks so desperate to get it right. Davey's lips quirk up in a small smile, finding the effort utterly charming.

“Dàibhidh,” Davey repeats, tracing a thumb over the letters. His tongue wraps around the word from his birthplace’s tongue like he's greeting a long-lost lover. “My name, in the language of where Mama and I were both born. So mine and Sarah's pelts don't get mixed up.”

“So it's a family kinda thing? Damn, I wonder if my folks used t’be selkies?” Jack muses, idly drawing swirls and stars on his arm with a piece of charcoal he's taken from his pocket.

“There's only one way to know that. Have you ever felt a longing for the sea so bad you couldn't do anything but follow your feet down to the beach and dive in?”

Davey trails his fingers wistfully in the water as he waits for Jack's reply. A warm laugh bubbles up from his best friend’s throat.

“Not for the sea, no. But I can tell what you mean.”

“Oh. Right. Yeah. Santa Fe.”

“Nope.”

He tilts his head in confusion as he turns to look at Jack, who has an old paper set on the planks of the pier and is drawing on it. Curious, he scoots over to see what the picture is of. It's him, just a moment ago, laid flat on his stomach with his arm dangling downwards from the pier. It's in that moment he realises that Jack hasn't drawn Santa Fe in a long while, and that most of the drawings that decorate the Penthouse are of him. In that moment he also realises how tenderly Jack's looking at him, how soft his smile is (oh, those dimples will be the death of him) and how, if he ever did have to give up the sea forever, Jack is the one person he'd do it for. Maybe that's what love is, then. Maybe that's the name of the feeling in his chest. Maybe it's the name of the feeling in Jack's chest too. Now that it's been named, the feeling swells and swells until it bursts and Davey knows.

For just a second, Davey hesitates before he passes the sealskin to Jack. Something suddenly has made him braver than he's ever been in his life; braver than on the swim to America with his pod, braver than the day his dad got into the accident, braver than he was during the strike.

“You know,” he tells him, trying to keep his voice steady, “when a human gives a selkie back their skin, it counts as marriage in our culture. Well, not marriage exactly, more like eternal commitment, but it's got the same level of cultural importance. It means we trust that person enough to let them have control over our future, and they respect us enough to let us choose. The stories always say you know who you'll give your pelt to when you find them. And I know, I know, Jack, that it's you.”

Jack's mouth opens in an ‘O’ of surprise, his eyebrows raising as he realises what Davey just said, what Davey just did. His fingers trace lines between the spots on the pelt, feeling its warmth, Davey's warmth.

“An’... an’ you want me to…”

“If you don't want to, that's okay,” Davey clarifies, a horrible nausea settling in his stomach at the thought he's misread this situation. Jack probably doesn't want this. Maybe he’ll hate Davey now and never talk to him again. Or he'll take off running with the pelt and Davey won't ever see him again and won't ever be able to come back to the sea again, no matter how much the yearning in his chest hurts him.

“You can just put it down and I'll pick it up and we can forget this ever happened. That's probably what you want, isn’t it? I'm sorry, I'm a fool, I should have asked, shouldn't have assumed. I’ll just- just go, should be getting back to selling-”

He stops as he feels soft fur against his hands. Jack's callused fingers brush against his soft ones. A gasp escapes his throat as his sea-glass green eyes meet Jack's driftwood-brown ones. Then he's enveloped in a hug, strong arms closing around him and giving the exact amount of pressure that he likes. This feels right, feels comfortable. His instincts are gladly adapting to the change, labelling Jack as husband, dearest, darling, mine.

“How the hell are we gonna explain this?” Jack asks with a fond smile.

“I don't know. But I don't doubt we'll find a way. You're an extraordinary man, Jack Kelly, you know that?”

“No less than you are, Davey Jacobs.”

#hitch writes what he knows #newsies #newsies fanfic #selkie au #davey jacobs #jack kelly #crutchie morris #les jacobs #:3 👍 pip thank you for this wonderful au gdushsja i love selkies so much

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caashmoneynae · 5 months

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FOREVER MY LADY.

JOEY BADA$$ x BLACK!FEM!OC

SUMMARY: in which Jo-Vaughn wants to cater to his woman and add to his pedigree. ✨

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𝗞𝗘𝗜𝗔𝗝𝗔𝗛 typed away at her computer as she sat at her desk inside her cubicle, her eyes mindlessly scanning the words she typed to make sure there were no misspellings of any kind while she gently chewed on her bottom lip in concentration.

(A/N: pronounced 'KEY•ASIA')

suddenly, Keiajah's cell phone buzzed against her desk, indicating an incoming call, and she slightly jumped at the sudden sound as her movements on the keyboard halted and she quickly picked up her phone, answering the call without checking the caller I.D. while she placed the electronic up to her ear.

"hello?"

"hi, mommy!" the elated voice of a young Indigo — Keiajah's daughter — flooded through Keiajah's ears before she could begin typing again, and she smiled widely at the sound of her voice as she removed her hands from her keyboard.

"hey, mama's baby, how are you? what you and ya daddy been up to?" Keiajah smiled, checking the caller's I.D. and realizing she was calling off of Jo-Vaughn's phone, as she heard shuffling in the background and let out a soft chuckle at hearing giggling on the other line.

Indigo was Keiajah and Jo-Vaughn's five-year-old daughter. she was born a few months after their wedding and they've cherished her ever since. she resembled both of them yet she had Jo-Vaughn's skin tone, and Keiajah and her mother considered her a "Daddy's Girl" because of this.

as for Jo-Vaughn, he loved his daughter more than anything, and it was evident anytime she was brought up. even in interviews, you could tell he viewed his daughter as the light of his life.

due to Keiajah's desk job, it gave him more time to spend with her. he spent so much time with her that she practically started to talk like him, and Keiajah found it amusing yet adorable how much she took after her father to the point Indigo earned the nickname "mini Joey" from Keiajah and Jo-Vaughn's mother.

"i'm gooood! Daddy's about to take me to grandma's house for the weekend and i won't see you when you come home, so he let me call you," Indigo smiled as Keiajah smiled and twirled one of her passion twists around her manicured finger, "oh! and Daddy's been bad, mama! i heard him say two cuss words!"

"why you snitchin' on me, girl?" Keiajah heard Jo-Vaughn ask in the background, making her stifle a guffaw, as Indigo giggled at him.

"because you not supposed to say bad words, Daddy!" Indigo exclaimed as Keiajah let out a soft laugh and shook her head at their antics.

"let me speak to him, Indy. i'ma get him for you, alright?" Keiajah promised, chuckling softly, as she leaned up in her chair and grabbed her cup of tea, taking a sip of her beverage before sitting the cup back down.

"okaaaay... Daddy, come get the phone!" the pitter-patter of Indigo's feet against the wood flooring could be heard through the phone, along with more shuffling, as Keiajah swallowed her drink and sat back into her chair, smoothing the wrinkles out of her skirt before a voice was heard once again on the other line.

"look, man, in my defense, i only cussed 'cause i dropped sum' in the kitchen and almost made a mess," Jo-Vaughn defended his usage of curse words as Keiajah laughed and he chuckled at the sound of her laughter, making him smile, "wassup, baby."

"hi, handsome." Keiajah smiled, a blush coming across her face like she was a schoolgirl interacting with her crush, as she adjusted her phone against her ear and resumed typing at her computer, her eyes flickering between her monitor and her keyboard to make sure she hit the right keys while she listened to the faint voices and shuffling in the background.

Keiajah and Jo-Vaughn went wayyy back. the two had known each other since they went to high school together and surprisingly, they managed to stay in contact with one another. despite Jo-Vaughn's music career taking off, he always made sure to make time for Keiajah and the two became close friends. she was his biggest supporter throughout his music career and his acting career, and she even starred in a few of his music videos.

regardless of how big his career was growing, Jo-Vaughn never let it stop him from giving Keiajah some of his time, even if it was just a little bit. between touring and filming shows, their bond only grew stronger and stronger, which caused their platonic relationship to transform into one filled with romance. the two made things official a month after "B4.DA.$$" was released, which honestly didn't surprise most because she starred as his love interest in the "Like Me" music video, and this began the cycle of Keiajah coming on tour with him.

around July 2017, Keiajah got pregnant with Jo-Vaughn's child, and the idea of becoming a father filled him with joy, even though he was at the peak of his career and had released "ALL-AMERIKKAN BADA$$" just two months ago. she had a gender reveal around early December and it was officially known that Keiajah and Jo-Vaughn were having a girl, which was the gender both of them hope for, but they still would've been satisfied if they had a boy instead.

a few weeks later, on Christmas Day, Jo-Vaughn proposed to Keiajah, and the two got married on New Year's Eve, which they announced to the public. they became the trending topic of social media for the next few days because of this, but neither of them cared. as long as they were happy, that's all that mattered.

Indigo was due sometime in March, but she came on April 1st instead, so when Keiajah called Jo-Vaughn and told him she was going into labor, he thought she was pulling an April Fools prank on him. that was until she got hit with a contraction and started cussing him out and letting out whines and groans of discomfort.

five years later, their marriage was still as strong as no other, and the love they held for each other couldn't be diminished no matter how hard the media tried. Indigo was still as beautiful as she was when she was first born and the couple wasted no time creating memories with her. hell, they still had Polaroids of her when she was just one month old.

most people thought Keiajah and Jo-Vaughn wouldn't last long due to his career, their enviousness, or whatever bogus reason they could come up with, so when Keiajah popped out with a ring and a baby, she knew how speechless those same motherfuckers probably were.

"you takin' my baby to ya moms this weekend?" Keiajah asked, hearing Indigo's voice in the background, as she paused her typing to rejuvenate her thought process before her fingers resumed their actions.

"yeah, she wanted to see her, so i told her i'ma give her to her for the weekend," Jo-Vaughn informed as he zipped up Indigo's small suitcase, "you still gettin' off at ya normal time, mama?"

"mhm, i should be. my boss hasn't told me anything different, so i'll be at home at 7 as usual." Keiajah assured as her brown eyes fell onto the clock on her desk next to her work phone that read '5:42 P.M.' in red writing.

"good. and it needa' stay like that or i'ma come down there and give ya boss a piece of my mind, you heard? i wanna spend some time with my wife," Jo-Vaughn complained as Keiajah sensed a pout on his face due to his tone and let out a soft giggle, "nah but fo'real, i wanna have dinner tonight. we ain't had some time to ourselves in a while and with my moms havin' Indigo for the weekend, i'ma take advantage of that alone time. so when you get off work, bring ya pretty ass straight home, yo."

"don't let Indy hear you cuss, i already gotta' whup you," Keiajah joked, a small playful smile pulling at her lips, as Jo-Vaughn's laugh rang through her ears and her smile slightly widened, "and, ooh, not you cookin' for me. what's the occasion?

"she was already tryna' pop my hand 'cause i cussed, man. like mother, like daughter," Jo-Vaughn chuckled, smiling, as Keiajah let out a soft laugh and shook her head at the image of their interaction, "but, it's just a lil' sum', that's all. i'ma get off ya line tho', i know you got work to do. see you tonight, shorty."

"see you tonight, baby. kiss ya mini me's forehead for me."

—

"baby, where you at?" Keiajah called, shutting and locking the front door behind her, as she took off her heels and let out a low exhale of relief due to how sore the soles of her feet were.

"in the kitchen!" the sound of Jo-Vaughn's voice made Keiajah crack a smile and she let out a soft chuckle as she walked to the kitchen and saw him standing at the stove with what seemed to be an apron on his body, making her giggle while she walked towards him.

"you so extra, what you need an apron for?" Keiajah questioned, giggling, as she wrapped one of her arms around his waist and rested her chin on his shoulder, causing him to glance back at her while he chuckled.

"we ain't buy this muh'fucka' for no reason. might as well throw this shit on and pretend i'm doin' sum' wit' it," Jo-Vaughn chuckled, looking down at her, as he kissed her lips and his eyes flickered between her irises and the heels in her hands, "ya feet hurtin' again, Kei'?"

"yes, sir, they are. these heels kick my ass every day," Keiajah chuckled as her eyes averted to the stove, "what you cookin' me, handsome?"

"ya favorite," Jo-Vaughn smirked smugly as he watched Keiajah look into the pot he was stirring in and her eyes sparkled at the sight of the wide pasta noodles, causing it to click in her head that he was making shrimp alfredo, "i ran you a bath, mama. go upstairs, relax, and when you come back down, the food should be ready. and if ya feet still hurt, i can massage 'em for you."

"what did i do to deserve you for a husband?" Keiajah playfully asked, a smile on her face while Jo-Vaughn chuckled, as she planted two kisses on his cheek before pulling away from him, "thank you, baby."

"anytime, beautiful."

—

"...then i damn near wasted tea on my dress shirt... it was just a whole lot for no reason, man," Keiajah chuckled, shaking her head, as she swallowed the food in her mouth and dipped her fork back into her nearly empty plate of pasta, "it was nerve-wreckin' as hell, i'll tell you that. but when i got that call from you and mini Joey, it brightened my day. i can always count on y'all to make me smile."

"you just went through a buncha' shit today, huh? i'm glad we could make you smile tho', pretty," Jo-Vaughn chuckled, massaging her right foot, as Keiajah let out a soft laugh and nodded her head while she swirled the last of her pasta onto her fork, "if youn' mind... i wanna talk to you 'bout sum', mama."

Keiajah slipped her fork into her mouth and she looked up at Jo-Vaughn as she nodded her head, signaling for him to go on while she removed her fork from her mouth and licked her lips.

"these five years with Indigo have been the best years of my life, and i'm glad to have spent 'em with you. her giggles, her squeals, her smiles, the lil' pitter-patter of her feet when she makes one of us chase her around the house... i couldn't ask for anything else in the world but her. seein' you take care of her and bond with her makes me so happy, baby. youn' even know how much a nigga be smilin' at the sight of my two favorite girls," Jo-Vaughn chuckled, a smile on his face, as Keiajah blushed and let out a giggle, "i guess what i'm tryna' say is... I WANT ANOTHER BABY, KEI'. i wanna give our girl a sibling and expand our household, but only if you're ready."

"and you remember the conversation we had before Indigo was born about you bein' a stay-at-home mom? i think it's time for that conversation to become a reality, baby. with you bein' at home more, it can ease ya stress — and we both know ya job be stressin' you — and you get to spend more time with me and our princess, and i know you crave that quality time because you mentioned it to me before. and you know i can take care of you and Indy, that ain't nothin' i can't handle." Jo-Vaughn finished, looking over at his wife, as Keiajah swallowed the pasta in her mouth and raised her brows, her husband's suggestions marinating in her mind while she grabbed her glass of red wine.

"hold on," Keiajah chuckled, taking a sip of her wine, as she swallowed the liquor and softly cleared her throat while she set the wine glass back onto the coffee table, "to be honest... i, uh... i actually had thoughts of havin' another baby and quittin' my job, but i never brought it up 'cause i thought those feelings were just 'in-the-moment' feelings and that they would subside."

"so, did they?"

"...no, they didn't," Keiajah admitted, sitting her empty plate next to her glass, as she grabbed Jo-Vaughn's hand and held it in hers, "seeing how good you are with Indy made me wanna give you another baby when she was just three, but i held off on bringin' it up 'cause i felt it was too soon for us to have another one. but now... now i'm sure."

"I WANT ANOTHER BABY TOO, J," Keiajah smiled as Jo-Vaughn smiled widely and she gently squeezed his hand, "and trust me, quittin' my job ain't hard, them muh'fuckas' make me wanna walk out every time i clock in."

the two let out laughs in sync at Keiajah's remark and Jo-Vaughn cupped her face into his hands as he lovingly kissed her lips, making the woman smile in the lip-lock while she kissed him back. the taste of the wine lingered on Keiajah's tongue and as the lovers kissed, the taste was passed to Jo-Vaughn's taste buds, making him softly chuckle while he pulled away from the kiss and his lips trailed down to her jawline.

"you wanna know what i think?" Jo-Vaughn questioned, his voice lower than before, as he kissed down to her neck and Keiajah hummed softly, wanting him to continue, "i think we should start makin' that baby now."

Keiajah giggled once she felt him kiss her neck and a small smirk pulled at her lips as she wrapped her arms around his neck, "i think we should, too. you wanna take me upstairs?"

"oh, i'ma do more than just take you upstairs."

—

"what's your obsession with kissin' my stomach every time i'm naked?" Keiajah chuckled, watching him litter her stretch-marked tummy with kisses, as Jo-Vaughn chuckled softly and raised his head, spreading her legs a bit wider while he hooked his index finger on the hem of her panties.

"because i know how self-conscious you can get sometimes when it comes to what your body looks like, especially after you had our babygirl. i make it my mission to always show love to it so you know regardless of what it looks like, i'll always love you," Jo-Vaughn informed, making Keiajah crack a smile, as he pulled her panties off of her lower half and smirked a bit at the wet spot inside of them before tossing them on the ground, "and after all this... it's gon' be a mini you in there, so i ain't got no choice but to kiss my unborn seed. i did it with Indigo and i'ma do it with our next baby."

after Keiajah had Indigo, her body didn't snap back to its old frame like most mothers did. instead, her baby weight was distributed to her hips, thighs, and ass, and her stomach held a small pudge and some stretch marks due to her large baby bump.

she was insecure about her shape after she gave birth, but Jo-Vaughn made sure to remind her that there was nothing wrong with her or her body, and Keiajah was forever grateful for his words of affection.

"she's still so pretty," Jo-Vaughn complimented softly, referring to her vulva, as he licked his lips and wrapped his arms around her thighs, pulling her lower half closer to his face while she blushed lightly, "and wet."

his soft lips peppered kisses around both of her inner thighs and his face inched closer to her core as she gently bit down on her bottom lip in anticipation, eager yet nervous for him to begin feasting. feeling his tongue glide over her clitoris, Keiajah's jaw slightly dropped and a weak whimper fell from her lips as Jo-Vaughn planted kisses around her cunt, his lips coming to a stop while he placed her clit in his mouth.

sucking the throbbing bud, Jo-Vaughn's eyes gradually shut and his brows slightly furrowed in concentration as he french-kissed her cunt, showering her bundle of nerves with the most attention while he lovingly caressed her thighs.

"f-fuck... oh, baby," Keiajah moaned softly as she ran her fingers over his low-cut hair, "that feels s-so good."

Jo-Vaughn's eyes opened at the sound of her voice, and he looked up at her as he watched her love faces, "yeah? you like that, pretty?"

"y-yessss— o-oh!" Keiajah's voice reached a higher pitch once she felt Jo-Vaughn's middle finger enter her and her eyes rolled back as her back slightly arched off of the bed and she gently tugged at the man's hair, making him softly groan against her while her hips bucked from the vibrations.

"i missed tastin' you so bad, mama. feelin' you squirm against my tongue and tug at my hair always made my night," Jo-Vaughn smirked, adding another finger inside of her, as Keiajah squealed at feeling his fingers graze her spot and she whimpered loudly, "and i know me eatin' this pussy made yours, too."

"r... right there..." Keiajah airily moaned, feeling his fingers graze her g-spot for a second time, as she clutched one of her breasts in her hand and lightly squeezed it, "...r-right there, baby."

"right here, gorgeous? hm?" Jo-Vaughn curved his fingers and almost instantly hit the erogenous zone, making Keiajah's eyes roll into the back of her head while she gasped loudly.

"oh, shit!" suddenly, Keiajah's stomach muscles tightened and her stomach caved in as she squirted, her juices falling into Jo-Vaughn's mouth and onto the sheets and his fingers while her hips jolted rapidly, "fuck, fuck, f-fuck!"

"there you go, baby. handle that nut like a big girl," Jo-Vaughn cooed, licking her clean, as he pulled away from her and licked his lips, looking up at her and watching her face flush in embarrassment while he chuckled softly, "aw, mama, why you gettin' shy on me?"

"...because..." Keiajah trailed off softly as she let out a shy laugh and covered her face with her hands, "i don't remember the last time i squirted, J."

"if i'm not mistaken," Jo-Vaughn paused, gently removing his fingers from her core, as he slipped them inside his mouth, "i think it was the night i got you pregnant."

"we runnin' old traditions back, huh?" Keiajah joked, earning a laugh from Jo-Vaughn, as Jo-Vaughn removed his fingers from his mouth and gently cupped Keiajah's jaw in his hand, lightly squeezing her face and signaling for her to open her mouth while he placed his middle and ring fingers between her lips.

"shit, that's what it seems like," Jo-Vaughn chuckled, removing his fingers from her mouth, as he leaned down to her and kissed her lips, "especially since i'm 'bout to be nuttin' in you again."

"don't get used to it. i'm not 'bout to have all them kids like that woman that lives in a shoe." Keiajah joked, referencing the nursery rhyme "There Was an Old Woman Who Lived in a Shoe", as Jo-Vaughn laughed and cupped her face in his hands, giving her lips two pecks while Keiajah smiled and let out a giggle.

"youn' wanna have a football team with me, Kei'?" Jo-Vaughn goofily smirked, removing his basketball shorts, as Keiajah smacked her lips and Jo-Vaughn laughed at her reaction, feeling her thump his shoulder while he stripped himself of his boxers.

"Joey... i'ma yank this gold hoop out yo' ear if you don't stop playin'." Keiajah threatened, a playful grin on her face, as Jo-Vaughn chuckled and tossed his boxers on the floor, his eyes meeting hers while he pecked her lips.

"you know you love my jokes, girl." Jo-Vaughn smirked, playfully winking at her, as Keiajah jokingly rolled her eyes and slightly spread her legs wider once she felt his tip poke her entrance.

feeling his phallus slowly ease into her wetness, Keiajah's jaw gradually dropped and her eyes fluttered a bit from the feeling of being filled up as a low gasp fell from her lips and her brows slightly furrowed, gently gripping his shoulders while Jo-Vaughn softly groaned at feeling her walls clench around him. resting his forehead against hers, the couple held eye contact with one another as Jo-Vaughn's hips rocked into hers at a slow yet deep pace, making sure she felt every inch of his length and the passion in his strokes.

"f-fuck..." Keiajah whimpered, feeling his fingertips caress her thighs, as a small blush of shyness started to coat her face and she buried her face in the crook of his neck, "i-i forgot how b-big you are..."

"you gettin' shy on me and tryna' hide ya face like i ain't tell you 'bout doin' that," Jo-Vaughn chuckled softly, wrapping her legs around his waist, as he lightly turned his head to the side and kissed the top of her earlobe, "let me see that pretty face, mama."

Keiajah let out a soft whine and obeyed his orders as her head lay against the pillow once again, their eyes locking while tingles spread across her body from the pleasure she felt. smiling a bit at her, Jo-Vaughn leaned down to her and kissed her lips as Keiajah wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his body further onto hers while the bed gently rocked underneath them.

there was a difference between sex and making love, and the two had that conversation sometime in the past. sex has no strings attached and no strong emotions like making love does. making love is like two souls of lovers combining and transforming into something beautiful that could only be seen through your third eye and felt through your spirit. making love is like letting your body show how you truly feel inside about the person you're opening your legs for. making love is allowing yourself to be vulnerable and showing how passionate you are about your significant other.

making love is a sacred act that shouldn't be taken advantage of. it's something you should cherish like a newborn baby, and this is something they both knew.

their love was strong and passionate, filled with bliss and a little stress from the woman's end. nothing could diminish how they felt about each other, not even rumors from the media of infidelity. they loved each other and trusted each other with everything they had in them, and not even death could break their strong connection.

"i love you." Jo-Vaughn whispered against her lips, making butterflies fill her stomach like it was her first time hearing those words, as Keiajah smiled into the kiss and cupped the nape of his neck in her hand, caressing the soft skin while she pulled away from the lip-lock and rested her forehead against her husband's.

"I love you more."

#x black fem reader #x black reader #black girl beauty #smut #joey bada$$#joeybadass #oc #one shot #black stories #black culture #black community #black love #black people

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Galarian Ponyta Gijinka

#art #pokemon #pokemon sword and shield #sword and shield #ponyta #galarian ponyta #gijinka #I spent so much time lining this because I wanted to mess around with smooth and round lines #I love how it turned out though so yay!#sof and prebby #It seems like all the galarian ponyta gijinkas are these innocent flowy dress and ribbon maiden types #and I was like naw she's a pastel party girl with a furry coat and glowstick necklaces

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k1ng0fn0b0dy · 2 years

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aaaaaa so I read one of your prince!eret posts and I had an idea! (I would've wrote it myself but I wouldn't have done it any justice)

but what if Prince!Eret had a little brother? and that was reader?? maybe reader is a little rebellious and sneaks out into the villiage or smth and meets the bench trio who don't know reader is the youngest prince? so they just kinda of spent the whole day together doing stuff until Prince Eret and maybe some of the Knights find them?

idk have a wonderful day/night :)

This came out a lot angstier than the first draft had been ahskfj

Little Rebel Prince 💛

[He/him pronouns]

[3000+ words]

Description: After an argument with your brother, King Eret, you sneak out of the castle. During your adventure you meet three odd, wonderful boys. (Platonic Eret + Benchtrio x M!Reader)

[Read the rest under the cut]

{《☆》}

Eret sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers. His quill (how old school) is dropped to the side, staining a random piece of parchment and the edges of his sleeves. "For the last time, Y/N, you cannot attend dinner with King August."

"Why not?" You asked, not for the first time.

"Because you're too young. We're trying to discuss a peace treaty and I can't trust you not to ruin it." Eret is blunt, finally pulling his sleeve out of the wet ink splotch and grimacing. They look into your eyes, an uncomfortable feeling really, and their expression softens. "I really wish you could be there but this dinner is not a thing we can risk. Our borders are being contested so if we want this to end peacefully-"

"I can't be around to mess it up," You cut in blithely, managing to keep a smile on your face even as your brother's fell. "Got it. Well then, I'll be in my room, making no noise and pretending I don't exist."

Eret looks older suddenly, more exhausted as they lose their words before they can even grasp them. It leaks out of every pore, staining his stare blank and deepening the bags beneath his eyes. You've never seen a person lose so much life so quickly, nonetheless he doesn't say anything as you turn. Even as you linger in the hallway, the door stays shut and so you don't let the stares of Raven and Katrina weigh you down even as every step feels like a mile.

{《☆》}

You want some sweets. Not the ones in the castle, salted more than sweetened since that's what Eret likes, but the ones from the outskirts of the kingdom where the best sweets are smuggled from "L'Manchildburg". Normally, you'd just ask Eret to send you off with Sara or Kori but for obvious reasons you refused to do so.

In vindictive anger, you stepped out of your room despite whatever wordless promise you had made. There were no guards, an oversight really but it was an oversight that would be saving you some trouble. With quick hands, you push the large painting on the wall to the side and pressed your thumb to the sharp pointed thimble.

Blood dripped onto the metal and soaked into it, glowing a faint gold glow. The walls shifted, opening to long, large corridors of stone carved to perfection. Simple cracks layered the sides and you traced where Eret had carved both of your initials as a marker, running through the halls with you, getting lost and trying not to cry. You pulled away, something bitter lodged in your throat.

The labyrinth was made by your father as a gift for Eret's obtained kingship. Herobrine was not an amazing father but no one can say he does not try.

Quick steps forward, ignoring the way the walls shift in place as they read your intentions, making way to the capital. More specifically it seemed, a dimly lit alleyway with a knocked over trash can resting at you feet. The wall clicked shut behind you, lines smoothing away and melting back into brick walls.

The road was slanted, an odd sort of tension to going down and a struggle to walk up but you've walked it so many times that getting the perfect footing was practically automatic. The restaurants littering the sides were fairly loud for the daytime, doors caught wide open for any customer to step into. You distract yourself with catching the new prices for entering, a few dollars up for the steak-house but three dollars down for the pub. Easily enough, you're standing at the top.

This area is flatter, easier to walk, but it goes down long enough that you'd end up going in circles for hours and still not seeing everything it had to offer. A passing street musician plays a bit louder for you but you step past quicker, they'd never stop bothering you if you showed any interest, though you admit that they had an excellent voice.

Turning a corner, you stepped into a familiar café. A red-tie* owned sweets shop ran by Niki, a nice lady who had dual citizenship somehow. It had a nice atmosphere despite that, soft lighting handing from the ceiling with vines tangled with the cord. High top tables pushed against the wall, beanbags pushed into a corner near some plants, a front counter wide enough to sit and eat at.

It's nice, not overly colourful but with enough plants and throw pillows to break up the monotony. You took a seat at the counter, brushing off a few crumbs leftover by a past customer. "Niki! You here?"

A soft laugh from behind you, "It's my café of course I am."

You spin the chair, leaning back against the counter. "Just thought I'd ask," You spin again as she steps behind the counter. "Are you still serving (f/s)?"

"Of course," Niki laughs again, a teasing little smile on her face. "I wouldn't be your favorite cafe if I didn't."

"Mighty confident there, Niki," You press your lips together but it can't stop your smile from growing. "What if I liked that one café on Oreli street better?"

Niki gasp, exaggerated and scandalized. "You wouldn't dare."

"Oh but I would," You are openly smiling now, a bit of an ache in your cheek that's not really helping. "Maybe I should go there now—"

"Enough teasing," Niki rest her hands on her hips, still smiling. "Do you want your (f/s) or not?"

"I do, thanks Niki," You shamelessly laugh. "As many a you've got, actually."

"You're going to dry out your pockets before the festival even starts!" The reminder makes you brighten up, even as Niki shakes her head fondly. Racking her knuckles across the kitchens shared wall, she calls out. "Ranboo, we need (f/s) please."

A small crash sounded from the kitchen, followed by skidding as the door was cracked open the barest amount, a half-white half-black enderman staring blearily at the ground. With a lighter colour face, they blurted out an vague noise of agreement and ducked back through the door.

Niki looked over at you and you looked at her. After a comically long time, she sighed and wiped her hands on a towel. "I have to go check on him don't I."

"It is your café," You nodded along, tipping your chair back a bit. "I will just wait here and—!"

Niki reached over and strong-armed you over the counter. "Nope, if I have to deal with it, so do you,"

You grumble as she let's you walk around the counter. Glancing at each other, you take the first step in.

The organized neatness of the café is ruined by the disaster that was the kitchen. The counters were cluttered with messy pots and pans, cartons of milk tilted and spilling onto the floor with egg shells broken into hundreds of tiny pieces beneath your feet. Dishes were pilled high in the large sinks, including some extras sat in relatively neat stacks by the spilled milk. A pile of mud sits on a plate, smudge marks that were probably made by someone liking it. You really don't wanna know.

"Niki, I know what it looks like," The ram-boy says slowly, backing into a taller but more scrawny avian-boy. "But I have a good reason for what happened."

"Oh yeah," With her hands on her hips and raised brows, Niki briefly entertained the ram-boy. Mistake number one. "Okay, what happened?"

"Uhm, DISTRACTION!" They screamed, immediately sprinting for the back door. At the same time the avian boy screeched incomprehensible noises with garbled curses and uselessly flapped their wings to the door. With a startled gasp, Niki accidentally pushed you towards the half-white half-back enderman hybrid who startles a yelp and everything twists.

You fall to the floor, head fuzzy with black dots like flickering lights. Someone cursed above you, reaching down to pull you to a stand. "Look what you did, Ran—bow."

"It's Ran-boo," Another voice, deeper and squeakier than the other voice at the same time. "But they fell onto me!"

"No one's allowed to fall for you except me!" A third voice said indignantly with a small air of humour, a large stomp like a tantrum knocking you more on whoever picked you up. "We should just leave them here before Niki finds us."

"She'd be even angrier if we left her friend here alone like this," The deep voice said, attempting to reason with the angry voice. The person holding you tightens their grip at the thought, holding you up a bit more. "So please, can we not."

"Fine, for Niki," The angry voice pouts, loudly dropping to the floor. "Can I draw on their face while they're asleep?"

"No, Tubbo, you can't draw a penis on their face." Deep voice guy sighed, sounding like your brother whenever you prank Lord Dream (as if you don't do it everytime he visits).

"Aww man."

You blink, murky colours still flooding your visions but focusing more with every blink. You're leaning against a tall blond in a red and white shirt, his bony shoulder digging into your cheek as you lean against him. "What's going on?"

Your attempt at comprehensible words was mediocre at best, but you'll suppose it's good enough. Looking at the hybrid who teleported you there, a second wave of nausea comes tumbling out of your mouth.

As everyone scurries back, your yanked by the avian hybrid who had yet to let you go. Bringing your hand upon to wipe at spit and your half-digested lunch, you finally feel normal again. Pulling away from the avian, who happily let's you with a grumbled "Ew," at your throw up trail, you stand up tall and try to regain any respect your sickness had thrown away. "Well that was kind of rude."

You cringe, the voice of your brother reprimanding you in spirit. But the avian and ram start giggling to each other, making deep mocking voices of your words at the enderman hybrid. "C'mon guys, I already said it wasn't my fault!"

When he turns to you, he bows his head low, "I'm so sorry for teleporting you. Tubbo's told me it really sucks when you're not an enderman. I'm really sorry!"

"It's... fine," You shrug, grimacing at the taste of your own stomach fluids coating your teeth. "I mean, it wasn't intentional so no harm, no foul."

"See, Boo, you're fine!" The ram pats their shoulder with a bit of difficulty—you think their name is Tubbo so the other would be Ranboo— and dusting off their pants as they stand up. "I'm Tubbo!"

"I'm Y/N," You take the offered hand, trying to replicate your brother's strong handshake. Tubbo giggles despite the effort, his grip turning into Iron as well. It's almost a contest between you two. Who has the stronger hand grip?

Sadly, you've come to a loss and Tubbo whoops with victory. Turning to the avian, you stick your hand out. "Nice to meet you, chicken boy. I'm Y/N."

"I am not a fucking chicken! I don't even look like a chicken!" If he was an actual animal, you'd imagine it'd look like he had rabies. Foaming at the mouth with anger, chittering aggressively and non-stop. "Fuck you man! I'm not a chicken."

"Alright, alright, my bad." You backtrack quickly, hands raised in a placating motion. "I would like to know your name though chi–regular boy."

The avian gave you the stink eye, "The name's Tommy Innes! And don't call me that either." They set their hands on their hips in a close imitation of Niki. "You're a right prick."

"I prefer the words 'difficult to handle', it's a lot easier to read on your report card, ya know?" Suddenly you cringe again, the reminder of your brother's face when you did read it to him coming back to haunt you. Fixing your posture, you stick your hand out again after putting it down. "Nice to meet you."

Tommy takes your hand, his hands surprisingly calloused. "Your introduction was shit."

{《☆》}

You don't exactly remember why you followed them or why they let you follow them, all you remember is the exciting feeling of truly enjoying yourself, feeling light with every step, your face aching from smiling so hard and your stomach twisted with laughter. It was nice, so incredibly nice.

All good things must come to an end eventually though and the sound of trumpets sounding in the streets scare the shit out of you.

"Fuck," You curse through a handful of marshmallow Tommy had given you. "Fuck, shit, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck."

"What's wrong?" Tubbo asks, strangely concerned. "Are you okay?"

"The King is on his way," You say as you try chewing quicker. The taste of too many marshmallows stick to your tongue, the taste stuck between your teeth and caught in your throat. It tastes like air now. "He's probably already here."

"What's wrong with that?" Tommy asks, face serious and lips drawn to an aggressive sneer. "Is he bothering you? I swear if he's messing with you—"

"No, Prime no," You say, louder than planned. "He's not, it's just, I can't be found by him."

"Are you sure—?" Ranboo starts, cut off by the noise of clattering metal and horse steps. Whirling around quickly, you're already done for. Too many soldiers to evade surround you, practically boxing you into the bench you're sitting at.

"Your majesty, we've found him," A soldier calls out, one hand resting on their holster as they watch you all. "Three unidentified subjects around him, all equipped."

You whirl back to look at them and wow is it a sight. Your new buddies, the practically harmless friends you've made—Tubbo cried when he killed a bee— are all wearing full netherite armour, sharp blades than you've ever wielded in their hands. "Guys...?"

"Y/N, get behind us," Tubbo says, eyes hidden by the helmets shadow. Something about his voice frightens you, but yet still being near him isn't scary. You aren't scared of him hurting you. For some reason you trust them all not to. But still...

Your brother steps up and you sink a bit, following Tubbos directions and hiding in hopes he somehow magically forgets about you in the next three seconds.

"Y/N, you said you'd be in your room." Eret says with an infuriatingly level voice. It is like the moon is dipping the sunset, cusping their back just enough for the light to shine down and flare around your brother, truly a king fit to rule the world. "Honestly I don't know what I expected from you."

You feel embarrassment claw at your throat, fighting with the rage in your stomach and suddenly you feel the urge to hurl. Tommy is at your side, one hand holding their sword up and the other offering a sort of protection for you. The consequence though, that is what paralyzes you.

"Your royal highness, please end this foolishness. We do not wish to harm your friends." A soldier calls, a beckoning hand outstretched as if you're a frightened animal awaiting rescuing.

Another wave of anger bubbles over you, pushing your embarrassment to your heels to be dragged with. "You dare threaten my friends. They have done anything you didn't force them to."

"Those are Mud Trackers**," Eret spits out, though the words don't surprise you. "Tommy Innit, Tubbo Underscore, Ranboo Beloved, all of them fought against us."

"You were one of them once too," You yell back but still there is a disconnect when Tommy flinches next to you. The truth is out. You are royalty and they are the tentatively neutral country, enemies forged through blood. They could have killed your brother and your brother could have killed them. You don't know whatever history that is hiding in Eret's anger but neither side are taking it well. "Stop taking your anger at me on them! If you're gonna fight anyone, fight me!"

The thought makes your brother step back, face falling into the first emotion you've seen on his face. Guilt. "I'm not going to fight you, and if you return I'm not going to fight them either."

"What if I dont," You say and there is a clenched hurt that comes with those words. "Will you kill them?"

"No, you know I wouldn't Y/N," Your brother says and it is softer, quieter. Eret sighs, crown tipped and without the sunlight he is just as inhuman as you, pain written into the curve of his frown. "Please just come home."

Tommy looks over at you and they are still angry even as they put their sword away. "Go fix this. If you need us, you know how to find us."

Not-quite-relief washes down your throat at Tommy's words. Ranboo and Tubbo keep their weapons but they too step back. Looking over at your brother, you walk with all the grace embued in your lineage, chin held high. As you greet Eret, he pulls you into a hug.

"I was so worried, Y/N," he mutters, arms wrapped around your shoulders as you burrow into his chest. "I'm sorry for being a dick. Please never do that again,"

"Okay," You manage to say, muffled in your brother's shirt. "But you are still kinda being a dick."

"Okay, I'll do better," He says, quiet and true. "Let's go home."

Before he can stop you, you pull away. Turning back to your friends, you wave, "I'll see you again soon, bye."

Ranboo waves back but Tommy and Tubbo look at each other and just nod. "Bye."

Eret doesn't say anything to your friends but there is something horribly sad in their smile. Maybe they had more history than just fighting, who knows. He turns to you, outstretched hand waiting for you. You take it easier than before. It isn't great, but it's something.

{《☆》}

*red-tie is a neutral term referring to L'Manburg citizens

**mud trackers is an insult to L'Manburg citizens based on their usually dirty appearances and lack of advanced equipment early in the war.

[YOOOOOOO I FINALLY FINISHED THIS HOLY COW! This took way longer to do my horrible procrastination finally stopped today (ngl I wrote like 1k words in a panic today) I'm so sorry this took forever but in my defence... yup]

[ANYWAY TO CELEBRATE HALLOWEEN IM GONNA DO A BIT OF A MONSTERDATERS EVENT WHERE ITS ONLY EVER MONSTER AND DEMONS AND SHIT NO KISS KISS FOR HUMANS]

[I do have a date for Distance btw, Nov 13 is when the first chapter shall come out. Go self-care drink water eat food and sleep if it's later than 11pm byeee]

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I swear I ain’t in it for the money, but I can’t stop thinking about sugar daddy shoto. Maybe he sweeps a cute little college kid or barista of their feet, just something fun and casual. But this man starts falling harder, needing a way to lock them down to him. Money isn’t quite cutting it anymore, so he decides fucking a baby into her would do the trick. Shoto would push her down into the mattress, large frame twisting her into a sweet mating press. This way they could stay together forever and Shoto would have absolutely no problem providing for his sweet family <3

but fr tho I feel like Shouto is NOT the type for kids.

Mans will tolerate them when they babble or wave at him, but he very actively Does Not Want them.

Always uses condoms, and even though he’ll threaten not to, it’s never a legit thought in his mind to cum inside. Shouto doesn’t want to be a dad.

-----

You’ll be sittin on a park bench, fading sunset dark and pretty in front of you yet all you can do is cry. There’s not really any people around so it’s not like you’re bothering anyone - you hadn’t wanted to cry in your shabby apartment (half the cause of your worries) just in case you received a noise complaint.

“Are you alright?”

A somber, smooth voice is heard. You’re swiping at your tears quickly as you look up, trying to laugh off your state of distress. “Oh, haha, yeah I’m fine. Thanks for asking.” It’s hard to smile with your puffy cheeks and red-rimmed eyes.

The man in front of you frowns, hands in his coat pockets, scarf draped around his neck. “You don’t look fine. Mind if I sit?”

He’s already claiming the spot next to you on the bench before you can say a word, turning to you with a passive expression. “Why are you crying?”

And that’s all it takes to have you breaking down all over again, tears streaming down your face. Just one person offering to listen to the heavy burden you have to bear.

‘’M sor-sorry...” You sob, wiping at your eyes with frigid fingers, successful in doing nothing more but smearing tears around your face.

“Here.” The man’s taking off his scarf, gloved hands offering it you.

“I ca-can’t use your sc-scarf sir.” But he’s insistent, pressing it into your hands up by your face.

“I’ll just get another one. Keep it, you’re in need of it more than I am.”

The kindness makes another fresh bout of tears roll down your cheeks, but this time you're able to dab them away with soft fabric as you sniffle.

It takes a moment for you to calm yourself. When you do, you can finally engage in conversation with the man.

You tell him about your job hours getting cut, how you’ve been turned down or ignored by every single place you’ve applied at for a second job. How you’re barely affording to wash your clothes - you have to hang them or drape them across things in your apartment because you don’t have the money to pay for a dryer cycle.

And to top it all off, you’re still short on rent, despite how you scrimped and saved and even forced yourself not to buy groceries this week - you’ve gone hungry for the past three days.

“You haven’t eaten?”

You glance up at the man and his incredulous expression, shaking your head. “I’ve been trying to save money, I thought I could afford my rent if-”

“What kind of food do you like?” The man is pulling out his phone, swiping and tapping immediately.

“Thank you, but I’m not-” looking for charity is what you want to say. Plus, you shouldn’t accept favors from strange men.

But the handsome man is waving you silent. “I’m cold, plus I’d like to grab a bite to eat before I head home. I don’t like eating alone though, you’d honestly be doing me a favor.”

You take a moment to process. Is he telling the truth? He sounds like an honest guy.

“Seems like the only place open around here is “Joe’s 24 hour Diner”.... You mind burgers?”

So that's how you end up in a booth opposite the man (”Shouto” he had told you as you both headed to the diner), munching away at warm food. It tastes so good, you hardly have time to worry about the man watching you as he eats.

You’d been shocked at his looks the moment you’d seen him in the light of the diner. Pretty two-toned hair, different colored eyes, perfect skin, expensive clothes. Why was he even talking to you? It’s obvious the two of you led very different lives.

“How does everything taste?”

“Delicious.” Is your response, and Shouto seems pleased, nodding before taking another bite of his meal.

Maybe it’s stupid... but you feel weirdly safe with this man. He doesn’t seem to bear any ill-intent towards you, nor has he made any comments about your body or let his hands or eyes stray. He seems like a gentleman.

Conversation flows easily between the two of you, even sharing a few chuckles at times. He’s some fancy rich businessman, you learn, and you share about your own life, laughing at the comparisons. Shouto can’t fathom growing up in a house with less than five bedrooms and a personal servant.

He asks for your number, and you’re hesitant in giving it - he surely can’t be interested in you? But he seems so sincere, it’s hard to say no.

When the two of you part ways, Shouto gives you a wave, “Hope to see you again soon, and under better circumstances.”

“You too! And sorry for being such a mess and stopping your walk-”

Shouto shrugs, cheeks beginning to pink from the cold air as you two stand outside the diner. “You needed help. I like to assist.”

-----

The next morning you wake to find an atrociously large sum deposited in your Venmo account by none other than a Shouto Todoroki.

Immediately, you’re calling him. “It’s too much, we just met. How can you give away that much money to some low-life?”

You hear him sigh on the other end of the phone. “You’re obviously struggling. I was wondering what your hours are this week, perhaps we could talk about this over dinner? Or lunch, if that fits better with your schedule. I’m flexible.”

It’s a few days later, days spent questioning yourself, questioning his intentions, before you see him again, both of you deciding to meet for lunch to further discuss... whatever had just happened.

“Was what I gave you adequate to cover your rent?” Are the first words out of Shouto’s mouth after you greet each other.

“Yeah, more than enough-” You squirm. “But I need to ask.... why?”

“Why?”

“Why me.”

“Oh.” Shouto’s expression clears. “That’s easy. I told you a few days ago - I like to assist. I’m quite lonely, and it feels nice to use my money on someone other than myself. I think providing for someone brings me... I wouldn’t quite say joy, but... contentment.”

You contemplate his answer for a moment.

“Well... you saved me with my rent, I don’t really know how to thank you.”

The man leans forward. “Well.... I know it might be a bit sudden, but how would you feel accepting me as a.... benefactor of sorts?”

“You mean like a sugar daddy?” Is your immediate, blurted response. You want to slap yourself for speaking before you have the chance to think about your words, but luckily Shouto just lets out a light laugh.

“If you’d like to call it that. I’m willing to provide financial assistance for you, in exchange for companionship, if you’re willing to give it.”

Your face heats up as you drop your eyes, fidgeting nervously in your seat. “I don’t feel comfortable with a... a sexual relationshi-”

“That’s perfectly acceptable.” Shouto cuts you off before you can continue. “I wasn’t trying to insinuate a contract of that nature. I’m thinking more along the lines of accompanying me at meals, sharing experiences with me, providing company and friendship to a lonely man. If it seems that we’d like to progress further than that after we get to know each other, well, that will be addressed then. For now-” Shouto meets your eye, dipping his head a smidgeon so he can look at you directly. “All I ask for is a simple, non-intimate bond between two people.”

This is crazy.

And yet you accept.

The situation may be wild, and completely absurd, but you’d be a fool not to say yes.

Shouto is charming and handsome, respectful, courteous - you could go on and on about his positive qualities. He just seems like a sad, lonesome man swallowed by work and responsibilities, too stressed and busy to put the effort into making friends the conventional way.

-----

Months pass by.

You’re eating at every meal, sated and never going hungry. You’re able to move into a new place, one that doesn’t smell like cigarettes and sits right next to a railroad.

Clothes aren’t a worry anymore, you have your own washer and dryer in your new apartment (Shouto offered to buy you a house, or a penthouse at the least, but you couldn’t justify it to yourself). You’re able to afford new things, and pretty dresses, shoes that are comfortable and fashionable and that fit.

You no longer have to wear clothes down until they have holes in them. You’re able to go to the doctor’s when you feel sick, able to pay for health insurance.

Life is good.

Shouto is a personable man, serious, but he can be rather funny and even crude at times.

The doubt and thoughts of “Why is he doing this for me?” and “I’m not good enough for this.” plague you, but Shouto always seems to catch on, reassuring you that you’re exactly what he needs - a friend.

And you’re more than happy to be that.

You think sometimes, that even if he wasn’t paying you, you’d still like to be friends with Shouto Todoroki.

Until he starts acting weird.

“You should just stay at my place. I have more than enough room,, it’d be easier for both our schedules. We’d get to see each other more often.”

“Uhm...” You don’t really know what to say. You like your freedom, and having your own place where you can walk around in your (expensive) underwear without being bothered.

“I think it’d be nice, don’t you? We could have breakfast every morning, you wouldn’t have to worry about traveling to and fro, we could spend more time together. We don’t see each other nearly enough.”

He’s pushing, insistent. How are you supposed to tell him no? He’s paying for your entire life. Plus, it wouldn’t be that bad to actually live with him. Shouto’s an amicable man.

So you move in.

“I bought you a few things, they’re on your bed.”

Shouto’s striding into the kitchen where you’re making coffee, buttoning up his shirt as he comes closer. You’ve found that the man likes to sleep in nothing but boxers, shrieking and flushing an embarrassing shade the first time he’d come to wake you up with a sweet “welcome” breakfast in bed.

It’s taken a while to adjust, but you finally feel that you’re fully settled in.

“Oh, you really don’t ha-”

“I wanted to. I went through your closet - your clothes are nice, but your underwear seemed to be lacking.” He’s so matter-of-fact.

All you can do is stare at the back of his head.

“Could you pass me a spoon please?”

-----

Shouto had splurged on expensive, fancy lingerie.

At least eight different sets were laid out on your bed. It was overwhelming. It also felt.... a bit intrusive? They were all in your size, in a complementary color for your skin tone.

Weird.

Not as weird as the onset of Shouto’s casual touches.

You’d be reading, or drinking tea and watching cars race by on the street so far below, and Shouto would come up behind you, caress your sides before intertwining his fingers with yours on one hand. He did it as if it was a normal thing, but it felt anything but normal.

Or you’d be on the couch together, and Shouto would shuffle closer until his large body was pressed to yours, almost curled around you. The faux-cuddling was a bit more off putting. How do you tell him no?

The touches became more and more intimate, Shouto’s gifts more and more frequent until you weren’t even spending a penny, the man taking care of everything.

The arrangement was beginning to make you uncomfortable.

Shouto’s bi-colored eyes seemed to always be on you, tracing the shape of your body, watching you move, or breath, or sit. It was distracting, and you felt bad for feeling this way towards the man who’d pulled you out of poverty, but it was so unnerving.

He seemed to notice.

“You’ve been so stressed these past few days. Is something wrong?” Shouto’s rubbing a hand into your shoulder, hovering over you at the dinner table.

“No?” Is all you can manage, wiping your hands on your napkin as you finish your food.

Shouto frowns. With a sigh, his hand drops from your shoulder and the man leaves your side, heads toward the kitchen.

You clear your plate from the table, following after him so you can wash it and put it in the dishwasher before you head off to get ready for bed.

But Shouto is rummaging in a cupboard, pulling down two wine glasses to accompany the bottle of wine that’s standing proud on the island. It’s your favorite, a sweet wine that Shouto knows you like, always brings it out when he decides to drink whisky or bourbon after dinner.

He pops the cork and pours you a glass while you finish with your dishes, handing you the glass when you turn away from the sink, pressing it into your hands. “Let’s relax a little bit, it’ll be good for both of us.”

You’re fine with that, knowing that a little wine won’t hurt you, especially when it’s of such fine quality. You’d never dreamed that you’d be able to taste such richness in your lifetime, spend frivolous amounts of money on wine and fine eateries. Yet here you are.

Shouto pours himself a glass, barely a sip filling the bottom. The man raises it to his lips and takes a swig, grimacing a bit in his flat, unexpressive way. You giggle a little.

“Too sweet?’

The man nods, setting the glass back down. “I’m not entirely sure how you can stand to stomach it. But if it makes you happy-” He shrugs, before pulling on of the bar-stools out from under the island so he can sit facing you, long legs stretching out before him.

You look at him, and he looks at you, and then you take another sip of wine to avoid the awkwardness.

“You’re distancing yourself from me.”

The accusation is quiet, Shouto’s eyes focused on your fingers wrapped around the stem of the glass.

He’s always been straightforward with his words. “Is there a reason you keep drawing away?”

The wine disappears from your glass, sliding down your throat and settling in your stomach. You fill your glass again before speaking, struggling to find the right words without upsetting your... benefactor.

“Well, Shouto... I don’t really know how to...” You trail off, hoping Shouto will say something, change the subject, say it’s alright and move on to something else.

But the man stays silent, eyes appraising you.

Taking a deep breath, and another gulp of sweetness, you try again.

“Sometimes the closeness... like, physical closeness? Makes me, well, uncomfortable.”

Hopefully, that would satisfy his curiosity for now. That wasn’t the only reason you’d been avoiding Shouto seeming distant, but you didn’t think sharing the others would result in anything good.

Said man accepted your response, dropping his eyes to his lap as he mulled it over. More wine was consumed, glass re-filled. You felt nervous.

“You’re saying that my touch isn’t something you’d prefer.”

Biting your lip, you soften at his confused expression, at the hint of sadness swimming behind his eyes. “Kind of. I don’t mind you Shouto, you’re really kind, and you’re good company, and a wonderful friend. I just don’t think the.... the intimacy is for me.”

Shouto raises his head, stares at you with those pretty eyes, lips parted as he comes to terms with your words.

“It sounds like you don’t trust me. I would never hurt you, you know this.”

You scramble to assure him. “I do! I do trust you, and I know you wouldn’t.” (at least you hoped) “But I guess I just... Coming into this agreement I wasn’t ready for that type of... thing. I don’t know if I ever will be.”

The man rises, shakes his head as he steps closer to you. “Don’t worry, I remember our first conversation about that aspect. I see that for you, that type of relationship would only begin after you really cared for the other person, trusted and wanted to see them happy, am I correct?”

“Oh, Shouto-” You rush. “No, I care for you, and I trust you, and of course I want to see you happy. I think it’s just, y’know, my last relationship like that went really bad, and it sucked. I don’t want to go through that again.”

Shouto nods, understanding. “I see. You don’t have to worry about any of that with me then.”

A smile crosses your face, and you feel relived that he accepted your rejection with grace and understanding instead of violence or anger. “Thank you, it means a lot to me.”

The mood of the room shifted, from tense and uncomfortable, to easy and light, and you poured another glass of wine, laughing a little at how worried you were about the conversation with Shouto, only for it all to turn out fine.

“I’m going to go drink some of the liquor that’s kept in my room. I could mix a few drinks for you to try, you might like how sweet they are. I know hard alcohol isn’t quite your thing.”

You beam a smile, nodding your head eagerly. Before, you’d feel apprehensive about going into his room with him to drink alcohol. But with the conversation the two of you just had, you knew - things would be fine.

-----

The room was spinning and you felt giddy and light. You were definitely tipsy.

“You can lay down on my bed, you’re getting wobbly on your feet.” Shouto had offered, and you’d gladly accepted, flopping down onto his comfy bedspread with a laugh at how the motion made butterflies rise in your tummy.

Shouto leaned against his dresser, swirling whiskey in his glass as he watched you, a half-smile across his face. You smiled back, before closing your eyes, a little bit tired as you realized that you might be a bit more than just tipsy.

Shouto had mixed quite a few drinks for you, and you’d drank each one eagerly, impressed with how little alcohol you could taste in each one. You don’t remember how many you had, but it didn’t really matter.

The next thing you know, hands are on your waist, scooting you further up the bed so your legs no longer hang off the edge. Cracking open an eye, you’re met with the visage of red-and-white, eyes soft and warm as they regard you, Shouto’s face tinged a bit pink from the few drinks he had consumed. The man had never been too good at holding his alcohol.

When those hands started to slip beneath your shirt, you wiggled like a little worm, not really comprehending the situation. Maybe it was a dream.

Your shirt was discarded, then your pants. It felt much more comfortable now, and you mumbled a “thanks” to the man helping you settle for bed. He was so nice, Shouto took such good care of you. You still kind of couldn’t believe the turn your life had taken with him, the good luck pushed into your path.

Someone was kissing you.

With a grunt of surprise, you kissed them back, meeting their feverish pace and trying to keep up, soft lips puckering and pushing against your own with intent. Kissing felt good. You liked kissing.

Then a hand was cupping your face, stroking tenderly over your cheek before it began sliding down, down your neck, into the valley between your breasts, trailing over your bra. It felt funny.

Pushing back for air, you gasped when the hand on your chest started squeezing at you, eyes flying open with the startling, sudden sensation.

Shouto was hovering over you, lips puffy, panting as he stared at you with lusty eyes, an uncharacteristic look on his face. This... this wasn’t supposed to be like this. You knew. Hadn’t the two of you just talked about something... important? Was it important?

You didn’t feel panic until a hand cupped your sex, feeling your skin through your panties.

This wasn’t right.

Alarm bells were ringing, dull and far away, but you didn’t think that Shouto should be touching you in such a way. you should be going to bed.

“Mm, Sho, can you stop?” But your words felt funny on your tongue, and Shouto didn’t stop. Maybe he didn’t hear you.

His hair tickled your chin as the man bent to mouth at your tits, pulling the cups of your bra underneath them so he could feel your hot skin, let his saliva drag slick and wet against your chest.

Your hands instinctively rooted themselves in his hair as you gasped again, not expecting such a move, tugging lightly at his head to pull him up. Shouto just groaned, teething gently at your breasts and not moving an inch. His hips were grinding against the bed though, as he stood between your spread legs.

Before you knew it, your panties were gone, bra clumsily unclasped and discarded, and you were completely bare. Shouto was undressing before you, struggling with the buttons on his shirt before giving up, easily ripping the fabric of his body with one tug, grumbling.

You didn’t feel so tipsy anymore.

“Shouto, what’re we doing? We shouldn’t be doing this, we need to stop-”

“Stay down.” Was his firm command, a hand splayed across your naked chest and pushing you back into the mattress as you tried to sit up. It made you breathless, the growl in his voice, the dominance emanating from the man. You stayed still.

“This’s gonna make us a stronger couple.” The man slurred, eyes dark and hands wandering, effortlessly keeping you pinned against the bed as he ground his hips forward against the edge. You were getting scared.

“Wait-”

You fell silent as one hand pushed down his pants, his underwear going with them, pink cock bobbing free. He was so pretty down there, and it made sense, all of him was pretty, but you suddenly realized the weight of the situation, what was happening.

“Shouto, no, oh my god. We gotta stop right now, we’re drunk, we’re-we’re-”

“Don’t care. Not gonna let you hide away from me this time.” Shouto shook his head, taking his cock in one hand and giving it a long, slow pump, flushed tip weeping precum and wetting his hand.

“No, no, this is wrong. I don’t want this, I could get pregnant!” You cried, beginning to panic for real, pushing against the one strong hand anchoring you to the bed.

Shouto just chuckled, letting go of his cock to crowd against you, getting up in your face to press a wet finger to your lips, the salty taste of his precum threatening to slip into your mouth unless you kept it shut. “Shhh, shh. If you stay nice and still, if you do what I say, I’ll use a condom.”

You couldn’t believe your ears.

“You’re gonna listen to me, you always do.” The man nodded to himself, once again dragging his cock against the bed between your legs, as if he couldn’t stop himself. “Or else I’ll fuck you raw.” The finger was pulled from your lips, only to be wagged teasingly in your face.

You couldn’t believe how he was acting.

“Be nice.”

Shouto tapped your nose with a neatly manicured finger, before groaning as he heaved himself upright, red cock bobbing against his stomach, desperate for attention. The man gave you a look, as if to say “don’t move” before he took his hands off you, heading for his dresser.

Once you saw him pulling out a strip of condoms, you were on your feet, stumbling toward the door.

Although panic had sobered you somewhat, you were still struggling with the effects of the alcohol, so your reaction time was maddeningly slow. Slow enough that you weren’t able to truly fight against Shouto when he grabbed you from behind toned arms wrapping around your middle and heaving you into the air, only to throw you back on his bed.

You were almost sick on the bedspread, world spinning and stomach protesting, but you were able to calm yourself.

But then Shouto was on you, flipping you onto your back, a soft hand pressing against your throat threateningly.

“You want to have a baby? Want me to cum in you so you’ll get all fat with kids? Hm?” He was so intense, almost choking you, straddling your waist and keeping you pinned. It was too much

You were able to manage a tearful, desperate “No!” despite the hand around your throat, and Shouto backed off, releasing the pressure to instead stroke his hand against the sides of your neck.

“Stop acting like this, it’s the next logical step for us. You said you cared for me, wanna make me happy. This’ll make me happy. I won’t be like the last guy.”

His cock was pressed against your stomach, and you could feel it twitching. Shouto clambered off of you, letting go of your neck so he could grab the condoms he’d tossed on the bed before snatching you up.

“Do what I say and I use these.” He waved them in your face before tearing one off, beginning to open it.

You stayed still, gazing at him blearily, limbs feeling fuzzy, mind feeling the same.

The condom was rolled onto Shouto’s cock, the man spitting into his palm and giving the latex a few rubs to make it slick before reaching for you.

He dragged you to the edge of the bed - the perfect height for him to fuck you - and you didn’t fight, terrified of his threat. You couldn’t stand the thought of a baby.

(You didn’t know, but neither could he)

“Wanted to do this since I met you.” Shouto mumbled, pushing your panties to the side with a few fingers so he could guide his tip to your hole. “Want you so bad.”

You didn’t know what to think of this side of Shouto. This unreserved, uncareful, slurring mess of a man that loomed before you, gaze dark and wild, limbs everywhere as he groped and squeezed and appreciate the shape of your body.

But he must’ve gotten impatient, because then he was pushing inside.

It hurt, stinging pain rippling up your back and you keened, causing Shouto to pause. One of his hands darted down to wrap around your calf, hauling it up on the bed so he could lean forward and press it to you chest, sinking his cock a few inches deeper.

“You’re gonna take it.” He hissed before messily kissing you, pressed so close together that it was hard to breathe. “I’ll make it feel good after you do.”

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classic80sand90smovieloves2 · 2 years

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Meeting and Dating Jack Frost

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

(I know the third movie came out in the early 2000s but the first one came out in 1994 and I figured it would be easier to have all of my content from the series on one blog)

- Working in retail often came with a price: that price being that the holiday season would chew you up, spit you out, and use your blood as paint for its copious amounts of candy canes. But no retail job; not even one at Toys"R"Us, could ever compare to the responsibility of being Santa Clause’s sister.

- Like any rational human being, the moment your estranged older brother showed up on your doorstep and started ranting to you about how he was now the jolly old Saint Nick, you advised him to get his head checked.

- But, after a series of mystical events, you were forced to question everything that you knew and come to terms with the fact that you were now related to a legendary figure. Although, surprisingly enough, this new information; for the most part, had very little bearing on your day to day life; at least until he met Carol.

- While your sister-in-law loved the North Pole and everything that came with being the one and only Mrs. Clause, she also found herself craving company that was a little more …human; which is where you fit into the equation.

- You already knew about the mystical secret and were more than happy to move in and help with anything you could; especially after finding out that you were going to be an aunt, so it wasn’t long before you were running around the toy shop in hopes of easing a little bit of the couples stress.

- That was, of course, how you met Jack.

- Your first encounter with the man was pretty anticlimactic. You were barely able to say a word to him before your brother was ushering him off with a group of elves; after having quickly introduced the two of you and explained what was going on.

- Its your second meeting that has any bearing on your future relationship with the legendary figure.

- You’re going about your day, helping to make sure everything is running smoothly when Jack spots you out of the corner of his eye and decides to use the fact that you’re almost completely alone to his mischievous advantage. He “smooths back” his hair, straightens out his outfit, and makes his way over, greeting you with a cheerful smile and a comment that makes it seem as though he hadn’t just been watching you from afar.

- He’s speaking to you with the intention of getting on your good side and gaining your trust; with a hint of flirtation because he just can’t help himself, but what ends up happening is sort of the opposite of what he’d intended.

- The two of you had quickly ran out of shallow pleasantries and a sort of awkward lull had appeared in your conversation, up until you turned to him and asked if you could “ask him something you’d always wanted to know”. He, of course, agreed; he was trying to make you like him after all, and you said the question that made his heart warm over just that tiny bit: how exactly did he freeze things over in the winter?

- He probably said something along the lines of it “being a secret” but backpedaled on his teasing once you immediately accepted that answer and didn’t try to persuade him into telling you anything more. He spent the next few minutes eagerly explaining different little things about his line of work and playing off just how much effort it took in an attempt to seem even cooler.

- But you had to cut your conversation short because of some elven issue, leaving him standing in the snow, staring after you as you apologized and said goodbye; contemplating feelings he hasn’t had to think about for a very long time....

- Change of plans: he’d decided. Before he could do anything else, he needed to have you.

- So, while he’s still going around and messing things up, he’s also taking the time to “bump into you” and get to know you better, using any excuse he can to remain by your side and pretend as though he’s only interested in being of help.

- It’s during his helping that he tries to cause a rift between you and your brother; something he’s rather unsuccessful in doing. What he is successful in doing however, is eliciting a comment from you that would ultimately make him rethink his entire decision.

“But it must be hard, putting in all this work and getting no recognition for it. I mean, every child in the world knows about Santa and Mrs. Clause …but they’ve got no clue about his sister: the one who’s made everything possible. I think that in a different life, one were Scott was never Santa Clause, you would have made the perfect Mrs. Clause. Don’t you think?” He’d asked you, watching your face closely as you took in his words.

“Oh no,” You’d laughed incredulously. “I could never. I mean, don’t get me wrong: I love helping out and making sure that Christmas is special for every little boy and girl. But to have it be my responsibility for the rest of my life? No. …No, that’s just not me.”

You paused for a moment as you thought about your next words. “I think you’re where it’s at actually. Something more subtle, more natural. I know you think you got the short end of the stick and hey, what do I know, maybe you did? But in my opinion, when that first real good snow blows in and frost freezes over the windows …well, it’s just as good as Christmas.”

“And believe me, I’m not the only one who thinks that.” You gave him a friendly wink, finished what you were doing and headed out of the room, leaving him standing there in awe; every devious plan he’d ever come up with suddenly blown from his mind and disappearing in a cloud of snow.

- You won’t ever know it, but you were singlehandedly responsible for saving Christmas that year.

- After changing his mind about becoming Santa Clause, Jack had instead chosen to right his wrongs; if only to make himself out to be a hero in the trying times that he had caused.

- He was also forced to continue on with his community service though he didn’t mind it all that much. If he didn’t have work to do, he’d have no reason to be in the North Pole, and if he wasn’t there, he didn’t have a chance of seeing you any time soon.

- And see you he did! Any time he had the chance, he would find a way to be at your side, making conversation about anything and everything and trying his hand at any sort of flirtation he could manage.

- After some time, you grow rather used to his innuendos, compliments, and teasing. In fact, you even start to return the favor; which is how the two of you end up sharing your first kiss.

- You’re both alone in a room together. It’s an occurrence that’s become rather common, except this time, you’re teasing him: repeatedly calling him Mr. Frost after he’d made some comment about how he loved the way you said it.

- He’s all smiles while you say it but you miss the way his eyes keep drifting down to your lips; unaware of what he’s thinking about until his cold hand cups your face and abruptly pulls you into a kiss.

- When you pull away, you’re breathless and all you can manage to say is that his lips are cold before you let out a small laugh and coyly remove yourself from him, casting a playful look in his direction as you leave the room. Oh how proud of himself he was.

- Lets just hope that Scott’s become a little more receptive to the thought of his baby sister dating because this one isn’t gonna be easy to “confess” either way.

- There’s almost always some form of pda at play whenever you’re with Jack in public. You could probably argue that it’s because he’s; somewhat, possessive of you but there’s a multitude of other reasons as to why he just can’t keep his hands to himself: bragging rights, being alone for so long, annoying Scott, etc.

- He craves affection like nothing else. Having you hanging all over him is the highlight of his day and does wonders to his self esteem; and ego.

- His arm is constantly wrapped around your waist.

- Nose boops.

- Hand kisses.

- You know those stereotypical old Hollywood kisses: the ones that are deep and passionate and aggressively intimate at times? Those are the types of kisses that you get from Jack a lot of the time.

- I have a feeling that he’s cold to the touch: like if any part of him were to touch you, it would give you goosebumps. I mean, if he’s capable of freezing his clothing and hair, then chances are he’s going to make you shiver at least a little bit.

- Because of that, it’s kind of hard to cuddle with him but that’s never stopped you before. You might have to wear two sweaters at a time and lay on a heating pad but by god, you’re gonna do it.

- So, speaking of cuddling: most of the time, when you’re doing it, you’re snuggled into his side with his arm wrapped around or with him acting as the big spoon.

- Soo many pet names are used in your relationship; both for him and for you. He loves hearing you say his name but he also loves when you have specific little things that you call him. And he loves to call you pet names: things like kitten, honey, snowflake, etc.

- I mean this in the nicest way possible: ya’ll are disgusting. You are that couple who constantly flirts with each other: growling and making animal noises, staring into each others eyes, acting like there’s no one else in the room. That’s just how Jack is and because of that, you’ll start doing it to.

- He genuinely brags about you all of the time. You’re pretty sure that you’ve developed a few enemies purely because of how annoyingly proud of you he is and how much he speaks about you to people who couldn’t care less.

- The amount of flattery that comes out of his mouth when it comes to you is baffling. But be careful, some of his flattery is used to butter you up before he tells you something that’s guaranteed to upset you in one way or another.

- He seeks your validation and praise constantly. He might as well be considered an expert at fishing for compliments: though granted, he’s pretty transparent any time he does it so perhaps he isn’t technically an “expert”.

- Anything he does is shown off to you in hopes of receiving your admiration. He’s constantly bragging and peacocking for your attention: tweaking stories to make himself seem cooler, finding new tricks that he can demonstrate, working extra hard at making someplace especially pretty just so he can take you there and see that special little twinkle in your eye; it’s very important to him that you find him impressive.

- Any talent that you may or may not have will be used for his own gain in one way or another. Sometimes he’ll ask you to help him with his plans, other times he’ll just have you use them to stroke his ego; either way he benefits and you’re usually too flattered to care. You knew what you were getting into when you agreed to date him anyway so you really can’t complain.

- Just don’t trust him if he seems too insistent on doing something nice because chances are he has ulterior motives. He’s an opportunistic little shit and as much as he loves you, he’s still going to be mischievous and focused on some kind of self fulfillment plan.

- Being sort of like his secretary at times. He’s always wanted to be “the man in charge” and to have people who respected and/or worked under him but he never really had a reason to have them; nor were there people volunteering for the job. So once you get together and show an interest in helping him, he immediately eats it up and appoints you “his elf”.

- That being said: any time he gets a little too cocky about you helping him out, all you have to do is give him a look and he adds a somewhat nervous “please” to whatever he’d borderline ordered you to do.

- He loves the whole “honey I’m home!” thing: like getting that hello/goodbye kiss as he walks through the door and having you there waiting for him; his own beautiful adoring wife.

- Receiving surprise flowers.

- Him making you little figures out of ice as gifts.

- Candlelit dinners.

- Occasionally walking with him while he goes around and freezes everything over. It’s fascinating to watch how he does it and he enjoys having your company.

- Sitting by an open fire. It’s a nice way to combat how constantly cold he is.

- Tropical vacations and hanging out at his condo.

- Is there a way for Jack Frost to make money? I’m not sure. Will he find a way to spoil you either way? Probably: he’s obviously not opposed to making a little mischief so why wouldn’t he make some for your sake?

- Him making you cocoa.

- Jack Frost gives off malewife energy and I refuse to believe that he doesn’t cook or bake for you; at least on occasion. I get that he was purposefully trying to entice those elves but I feel like there was definitely a bit of culinary knowledge behind those vivid cocoa descriptions.

- Going ice skating whenever and wherever you want.

- Now I’m not saying that Lucy is singlehandedly responsible for global warming, but I am saying that I feel like there’d be repercussions from Jack Frost being permanently unfrozen. So with that in mind, I raise you the idea of him still being his icy little self but whenever you make him particularly happy, his roots start to poke through and his eyebrow icicles start to melt a bit.

- I don’t think that Jack is a particularly dated person but I do feel like he’d probably be a bit oblivious to some new age technology or things that you can experience in the modern world. I’m sure he isn’t routinely walking down the streets of Manhattan looking the way that he does so chances are you get to introduce him to more than a few new and exciting; or not so exciting, things.

- If you aren’t living with him then prepare for a lot of random visits because he won’t be able to help himself; especially if he’s in the neighborhood while taking care of business.

- That being said: you probably wind up moving in together and becoming neighbors with Scott in the North Pole.

- Ohh to be a fly on the wall when you finally tell Scott about your relationship. You’d probably tried to break the news to him gently; dancing around what you’d wanted to say before he managed to piece together what you were getting at. He’d smiled and congratulated you, asking when he’d get to meet the guy; up until Jack wrapped an arm around you with a shit eating grin and said something along the lines of “about that~”.

- Jack messes with him constantly. Before the two of you even get married, he starts calling him brother or brother in law just to receive the typical “not yet” or “don’t” sorts of comments. Sometimes he’d be genuine in his actions but most of the time he’d just do it to bother him; because what’s more infuriating then your rival offering you valid advice and having to admit that they’re right?

- Jack really isn’t a family oriented person but he’d force himself to be one if only to fuck with Scott. If you were anyone else, he would have probably never bothered to attend your family get togethers or be involved in your nephews life or take family photos, but since it subtly annoys the man he thinks of as his rival, he’s become dedicated towards making the rest of your family love him.

- He knows exactly how to push your buttons and you lovingly despise him for it.

- He’s genuinely kind of scared of you when you’re actually mad; either at him or someone/something else. He’s sort of spineless so as much as he likes to talk a big game, when he’s really put to the test, he folds like a cheap suitcase under pressure.

- Letting him rant to you and trying your best to seem empathetic. Yes darling, it is ridiculous that you don’t have your own holiday. Yes, you’re a very crucial part of the season. Yes, you deserve more recognition for the work that you do.

- Trying your best to be a good influence and stop him from doing the wrong thing. You’re pretty much the only reason he’s begun to try and be nice to people so congratulations, you’re slowly melting his icy heart.

- Just having you in his line of sight calms him down. He could be two seconds away from turning somebody into an ice sculpture but if you were to walk into the room, he’d immediately brighten up and greet you as if nothing happened.

- Making him actually think through his decisions so that he doesn’t get kicked out of the legendary council. Mother nature personally sends you a fruit basket every year in gratitude over you keeping him on a leash.

- He’s obviously a pretty jealous person: he’s worried that you’ll start to overlook him and find someone better which causes him to look too deep into things and misconstrue a lot of the interactions that you have with other people. After you return to his side, he won’t know how to deal with his emotions and will probably end up making passive aggressive comments until you explain that you really aren’t into that person and that you only love him.

- Jack is a complete and total coward who would use you as a meat shield if there were ever any form of danger nearby. He loves you but the most important person to Jack is Jack.

- The two of you get into quite a few arguments; most of them being entirely his fault. He’s pretty hot tempered for such a chill guy so he tends to say things that he’ll regret later on or lose his cool and yell at you.

- He’ll always do whatever he can to make it up to you because he genuinely can’t stand it when you’re not talking to him. He has a way of worming his way back into your heart so you aren’t usually able to stay mad at him for very long, but if need be, he isn’t above snowing you in so that you can’t storm out on him before he resolves things.

- Like I said before: y’all are disgusting and exactly the type of couple to do the whole “love you more” thing for a solid minute and a half.

- He’s looking forward to making you Mrs. Frost as soon as possible so don’t be surprised when he pulls out the ring.

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mysteryfleshpit · 3 years

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Experiences of a Flesh Pit Mine Worker

Dear Brice,

I’m writing you back about your Career Report Project for school. I hope you find my response satisfactory; it’s my experience, and it’s all true.

I was 17 when I signed on with the company to work a full tour. The money they promised for 9 months of work was more than I could have made in a lifetime in any other career; I was a shitkicking dropout from Hobbs.

Most people already know that the real money is made in pumping up Ballast, but they have it automated to the point where you only need someone to babysit the equipment. What a lot of people don’t know is that there are a bundle of other minerals, gels, gases and oozes that are worth more than their weight in gold for their “Myriad Industrial Applications”. The big three are “Blue” (Blue Tissue), “Pearls” (Corpusite), and “Black Bone” (Oscuralite). Our rig was outfitted to hunt for pearls; great crystalline spheres that were two to fifteen feet wide, hard as diamond, smooth and clear as glass, with an otherworldly iridescent shimmer. They are embedded in different ways deep down in the Pit, and to get to them you have to cut, trudge, push and crawl through miles and miles of muscle and guts and cartilage and bone that are fighting you the whole way. That’s where we make our paychecks.

A full mining crew is 18 men (and yes, it’s pretty much always men), which includes 2-3 mining engineers, a medic, 2 mechanics, a venterial tech, 2 company men to oversee everything, and 10 hired hands like me. You sign up for nine months at a time, split up into three-month stints with two-week breaks in between.

Down in the flesh, your home and lifeline during those dark months is a Mining Rig: a huge machine almost as big as a neighborhood street, bristling with tools and racks and sensors and floodlights. The insides are tight and cramped: our crew medic had been a submariner for eight years and had told us that the sub he served on was more spacious. Still, compared to being outside the rig, out in the raw Pit, the cramped bunks felt like luxury.

Ideally, the Rig cuts as it goes, leaving a burnt cauterized path through the meat while also crushing and processing any minerals in runs through. In the real world, the Pit isn’t uniform, and you end up running into all kinds of “Obstacles Requiring Interventional Solutions”, or the brass up top decide that they don’t want you just cutting through certain parts of the anatomy. So you suit up and get out ahead of the rig to poke and prod and pry at a walking pace, 8 hours a day for weeks at a time. Rigs have big hydraulic arms that reach forward and push, lift, and splay open organs or muscle bundles before us roustabouts would go in and suck up or hose out any blood, cut tendons, cauterize tissue, rinse, and repeat.

Because the methods for finding thing like Pearls are based on shaky science at best, a lot of time was spent probing around until you found paydirt. When you’d find a decently sized cluster, we’d set up camp and would go about breaking them down. The Rigs have a huge mining laser they can use to free up any gigantic pearls or black bone clusters, but most of the time you’re out there with big tools to break them free.

My position had been vacated the year before because the hand got crushed under a tissue catchment "bucket" (think giant, steel-walled tray weighing half a ton used to catch slop and other meat before it falls on your working area), and he bled out because it took hours for an ambulance to get out to the location. In the nine months I worked that rig, I had a few very close calls to getting crushed. What keeps you from being crushed by the weight of all of the “body” above you is a mess of cabling and fold-out frames connected to a fifty-thousand pound counterweight. After an eight hour shift of "scope pulling" (meaning removing all the length of an endoscope pipe from probe line), I got a bit careless and was hitching my tongs to the pipe while the it was still in motion. The idea being that it shaved a few seconds per disconnection, and it added up over a long shift. What I forgot is that near the head of the endoscope, the pipe diameter changed by 2 inches. The rig operator was pulling full speed when the larger pipe came back, and my tongs grabbed the pipe and suddenly launched backwards. I held on to the tongs and it jerked me a couple feet back and I let go. The heavy tong cable went taut and the operator stomped on the brakes at the same time, and the whole thing was jerked to a sudden halt. The huge tackle block was clanging around the whole cavity like a giant ringer in a bell and buckled one of the support frames. Everybody jumped clear and we ducked and braced with whatever we could until the rig stopped shaking. It was probably fortunate that we were near the end of the pull so there was only around three tons of backlash when it happened.

Most of the men I worked with had some sort of permanent injury, lost fingers, blown shoulders or knees, etc. The more experience, the more injuries. Even in our suits connected to refrigerated air, it was more than a hundred degrees and full saturation humidity. It’s pitch black everywhere down there, so you rely on your helmet lights, work lights, and the rig lights to be able to see, and they all give everything a sickly shine. Working down there isn’t at all like working in a cave or a mine: everything is wet, slippery, disgusting, and miserable. Nothing is flat or walkable, and you have to fight a feeling of raw animalistic terror every moment you’re out in it. Men weren’t meant to be down there in the innards of a monster, but I figure that’s why the company pays people what they do.

I finished up my contract without injury and for that I consider myself extremely lucky. I took the money and got an education; most people don’t consider it exciting work, but you’ll never find a more satisfied accountant. I never went back there, especially after the big accident they had in ‘07, but there are a lot of stupid kids that still do that kind of work. You sound like a smart kid: stay the hell away from it. That’s my Career Advice for you.

Let me know if you need anything else for your school report.

Thanks,

Andre Martinez

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greenshirtimagines · 3 years

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Flustered By You

A/n: I’ve been giving Atsushi a lot of attention lately, so I wrote short lil imagines about a few other characters (Dazai, Kuni, Ranpo, Tanizaki, Fukuzawa, Tachi, Oda, Sigma don’t expect anymore DoA content they all scare me except for him) I really tried to make each one unique, I hope they didn’t get too repetitive

(Masterlist)

Dazai Osamu is not one to feel flustered, nor one to feel tongue tied. That doesn’t change when he sees you, but for once, he feels like he can keep quiet. There’s no need to be loud and overdramatic. Of course, he will be out of habit, but when he’s with you, he feels calm for once. Not dead, or emotionless, but a sweetly serene feeling that only occurs when you take him by the hand, or send a smile his way. He wants to be quiet, so that he can relish the feeling a little longer.

Kunikida Doppo is often flustered by the actions of those around him, but he always has plenty of stern words to say to them. When it comes to you, however, he loses the ability to speak any harsh phrases. Every word from your mouth drips like honey, and your whispers of love are enough to reduce his composure to ash. Flailing about, he finds it difficult to look you in the eyes and say any words that will mean as much to you as your words mean to him. But what he cannot say, he can write, all composed into a beautiful poem that leaves you teary-eyed, and even more in love with him than you were before.

Ranpo Edogawa will never show any sort of shyness in front of you, try as you might. He can always turn the tables and make you the flustered one. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t appreciate your attempts. Eating ice cream or sucking on a lollipop, he’s silent, thinking of you and reflecting on what you’ve said to him and what your actions signify. A small smirk may develop, after all, he’s a prideful man and loves the thought of having you love him so much, but he also knows he’s incredibly lucky to have that love. He may never completely know why he’s the one who holds your heart, but love is the one mystery he doesn’t need to solve.

Tanizaki Jun’ichiro is still a teen, and has had his fair share of insecurity. He finds himself feeling bashful around you quite often, and doesn’t know if maybe he should be trying to fluster you. What he doesn’t realize is that he flusters you quite often. Making you a bento every day, massaging your back when you’ve spent several hours sitting at a desk, walking you home each night - all these things send your heart fluttering, and you can’t help but feel shy around him. It doesn’t help that he speaks very passionately about you when he thinks you’re not around, making your legs feel like jello as you try to focus on the task at hand, instead of picturing a sweet future with him.

Fukuzawa Yukichi is an old man, who made the choice to marry you long ago. Nothing surprises him, but even in his prime you couldn’t do much to get any sort of reaction out of him. Of course, this doesn’t mean he’s emotionless; you know very well he’s far from it. His love is one demonstrated by actions, and short phrases uttered matter-of-factly, as if he sees no reason as to why the things he says should make you blush. They’re just the truth, after all. But from the very first moment he noticed your surprised expression, the sight of your rosy cheeks is one he looks upon very fondly.

Tachihara Michizou likes to act like he’s under control, but inside he’s a blushing mess. Every touch sends his skin burning, and he can’t control his heart rate around you. However, if you try to provoke him, he will go ahead and try to provoke you back. Eventually, it becomes a back and forth battle between the two of you, resulting in both of you being embarrassed beyond belief. Warm cuddles and a trip to your favorite date spot serve as a peace agreement, the time spent together a better way to awaken the butterflies in your stomachs.

Oda Sakunosuke doesn’t make any attempts to make you blush, nor do you, knowing his character perfectly well. Lucky for you, the bluntness of the five little angels you’ve pretty much adopted does, as they ask if the two of you are married. You fully expect him to say no, but you don’t expect his addition of “not yet”, or the little glance he gives you out of the corner of his eye, gauging your reaction. In return, you jokingly tell them that he’s been keeping you waiting, but he knows that your response masks a yes, and later, he gives you a real proposal and a passionate kiss that take your breath away.

Sigma finds it hard saying anything to you, because he doesn’t know how. Being a casino owner, he’s witnessed many suave men picking up ladies several times, with their smooth pickup lines and seductive voices, but he wants to be sincere with you. Completely unsure, he’ll take you by the hand and desperately try voicing all the intense feelings he’ll have for you, hoping that his sentences can accurately portray the immense love and gratitude he has for you, trying to make you understand that he’s found another reason for existence in you. He’ll be scared at first, fearing that he’ll have messed up, but one small smile from you shows him that you’ve understood.

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jiminzfilter · 3 years

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slow dancing in the night

→ Pairing. Taehyung x reader

→ Genre. established relationship, fluff, slice of life, model!taehyung, model!reader, taehyung missed you a lot, he is starving (his words not mine), gets a bit hot by the last 40 lines, mentions of oral (f) so I guess this counts as mature content, implied smut, making out (kinda), there is a bit of swearing

→ Summary. what could possibly be better than coming home after a long day of work to someone you love and missed a lot ?

→ Word count. 3.2k (!!!)

→ because I wrote this over a year ago when I still didn't know what I was doing with my writing, I had to go through a deep process of editing and re-writing before posting it. This might not be my best work but it's still a fic that I really really like :,)

→ song rec. slow dancing in the dark, Joji// still with you, Jungkook

Fridays have always been exhausting days for both you and your boyfriend, especially on runways weeks. As models, you were put under a lot of pressure.

Pressure to be perfect, to smile but never smile too much, to look good, to not fall on stage.

Falling has to be the most tragic thing that can happen to your carreer as a model, the hungry stares of thousands of photographers and reporters ready to share the latest news to the press.

Yeah, it was exhausting.

This week was no exception... or maybe it was since, this time, you were the only one working until late.

It’s four in the morning and you’re already on your way out - kind of running late, oBviOusLy - quietly wishing your boyfriend a good day.

He is not working today.

That lucky bastard.

He gets to enjoy his free day in bed, lazing around, while you work your ass off all day. He mumbles something that you assume is a sort of goodbye. He is still asleep.

You look at him one last time before leaving the room and smile. He looks so peaceful.

You still remember the day you met, by pure luck even though you both call that fate. That was 5 years ago, when you just debuted your career as a model and were not that comfortable around high heels.

Okay no. Let’s be real.

You hated wearing them because you couldn’t walk in heels higher than 5 cm.

It’s still a wonder how you managed to make it in the first place.

Were you wearing flat shoes for the audition ? Damn you really must’ve done an impression on the judges if they made you pass without the heels try-on.

Your first day at the agency was chaotic to say the least. Your manager made you walk around the building, to visit she said. She made you wear heels. HEELS. That devilish person.

But, thank to that, you got to meet Taehyung. Your eyes landed on him as you were visiting the lounge and couldn’t tear them away from his figure. The poor man had to witness you fall down because you weren’t watching your steps anymore.

I mean.

Who could blame you ??

That was Kim frEaking Taehyung

!!!

He even came to help you get back on your feet and asked if you were alright, kind of amused.

It’s not everyday you see someone falling down in here, let alone a newbie

Let’s be honest, you were so embarrassed.

First day of work and you’re already failing falling.

That night when you came home, you spent the night wearing heels and prayed really hard you’d never have to face him again. After all, the building was big enough and there were enough workers that you could avoid Taehyung easily

If only

The NeXt day, you were told that you had a couple shooting, with none other that Kim Taehyung.

GreaT

He would occasionally tease you about your fall and check on you to see if everything was alright. He watched you carefully as you were walking around with heels.

From up close he looked even more handsome.... :)

After this day, you started talking with Taehyung more and more. He introduced you to everyone around the agency. You met outside of work, got to know each other. You both became regally good friends but there was something lingering in the air, in the way you’d look at each other or stood so close to him after a couple glasses of wine that you could breathe his air.

So what was bound to happen happened and you went from friends a to lovers without really noticing it.

He was still your best friend...somehow

Eventually, you took things to the next level and moved in together... maybe a half and a year ago or so ? You’ve never been happier in your life

And, well, you’d actually be happier if you could spend the day with boyfriend instead of running around trying to find god knows which accessories you need for the rehearsal.

8 in the morning is noT a time to be doing cardio.

Especially while wearing heels

Become a model they said, it’ll be fun they said

“Y/n! Come here please I need you to try on this dress before you go!” Your personal stylist calls “I made sure to fix it yesterday so it’d be a perfect fit for the show”

You stop your tracks and go to her “make this quick i have to go get changed before 9 otherwise I’m screwed. Why did they even decide to do the rehearsals so early today ?” You sigh, frustrated, and put on the dress she’s handing you “thank you”

“Okayyy...it looks great. Gold looks amazing on you.” She smoothes the dress and gives an approving nod, visibly satisfied ; “You’ll look perfect for the Grand Finale. Oh god it’s already 8:30 you better go before Mr.Kim throws a fit because you’re late”

You both giggle ; “thank you for fixing the dress Naeun, see you later today. Well, probably tonight. Byeeee”

The rehearsal seems to never end. You’re squeezed in dozens of different outfits, gorgeous for sure but sO tight. Mr. Kim, the one who organised the runway, is such a perfectionist that you have to re-do some things multiple times before he’s satisfied. One time the lighting isn’t right, the other the models are walking too fast, not on beat and so on.

Everyone hates him for that but he always makes the best shows so you just follow.

After multiple tries, the rehearsal finally comes to an end. It’s already 4PM. You barely get time to breathe and go pee before you’re back into the ‘running-around-to-find-my-dress-and-fix-my-makeup-oh-god-i-gotta-be-on-stage’ crazy mess.

Walking on the runway feels amazing, running backstage is terrible.

It’s so hot and small back there you can hardly move around well.

It takes 2 hours for the whole fashion show to be over, one more for pictures outside the catwalk and chat with reporters. Since you’re kind of a famous model now, you get invited to the afterparty and spend few extra hours interacting with some celebrities that attended the show. Other models were invited and you’re happy to see familiar faces amongst them. Jimin, an old colleague and friend of yours, comes your way and compliments you. You chat with him for a while before deciding you’ve had enough for the day and leave the party. A few more people greet you on your way out.

A taxi takes you back to you company, where you left your stuff in the morning. You spend an extra thirty minutes getting rid of your heavy makeup and striping off that gorgeous but awfully tight golden dress you’ve been wearing ever since the end of the runway.

Now, you can FinaLLy go home. yassssss

It’s almost 12am when you leave the agency and climb into yet another taxi. The ride is quiet, background music playing over the car’s radio, and you take some time to look at what you were gifted for your performance : fancy makeup products, accessories, pieces of clothing-but not those from the runway, you sadly never get to keep those. Being kinda famous has its perks :,)

You then decide it’s time to warn Taehyung you’ll arrive soon and send him a few texts. As if he was waiting for them, he instantly replies saying he’ll be waiting for you and proceeds to spam you with heart emojis. Sometimes, it looks like this man just discovered what emojis were and is trying to use them as much as possible. What a child…

It’s way past midnight when you finally step into your duplex and the first thing you notice is that the place is way too quiet.

Maybe Tae went back to sleep, who knows, it’s super late after all…

You remove shoes and jacket and drop your bags in the entrance before going further and you call out quietly “anyone here? Tae, you sleeping?”

There is a faint glow from the tv on your right but the sound has been muted.

Weird…

“Taehyung ?" You call one last time

Suddenly, two strong arms wrap themselves around your waist and you’re pulled into someone’s chest. You gasp, almost scream, but soften up when you feel the warmth on your back

“Hi baby” a deep voice says in your ear, sending chills down your spine “I missed you”

You turn around and are very pleased to see a handsome face and a warm exposed chest your boyfriend smiling at you.

“Mhm, missed you too” You wrap your arms around him and rest your head against his chest, happy to hear his heartbeat. Taehyung places his head atop of yours and gently strokes your hair. You tighten your grasp around him and hum.

Few seconds later, he lifts your chin up and gently lays a kiss on your lips.

“How are you doing?” He asks, his right hand cupping your cheek. The warmth of it is comforting.

“Exhausted, but you know how it goes” You shrug and he smiles

“Not too tired for dinner ? I could cook something if you want”

“Mhm... let me just go shower and put something else on” You sadly let go of him

“Sure, go ahead” he whispers and you give him a kiss before regretfully tearing yourself away from him.

You walk up the stairs to your bedroom, where you find the bed undone. You smile, Taehyung never really liked making the bed and, very honestly, neither did you. You slump onto the mattress and bury your face into the pillows, inhaling his scent. Lavender. Relaxing. Just like he is.

After a warm shower, you find a t-shirt Taehyung left on a chair in the room and wear it. It’s big enough to reach your thighs and, if you were more energised, you’d probably stay like this. You grab large pants and put them on.

Once again, you smell lavender all around you.

When you’re back in the living area, you see Taehyung busying himself in the kitchen. He hears your steps and his eyes find yours as a smile appears on his face when he notices that you’re wearing his shirt

“My shirt looks better on you than it’d ever do on me” He teases, his gaze longing on your frame.

“maybe I should keep it then” you smile and ask ; ”Do you need any help?”

“no no no no no, you’ve worked enough already. Go and have some rest. I'll call you when everything’s ready okay?”

Too tired to argue on this anyways -and thankful for the given rest-, you go lay down on the couch, your body oriented to let you look at Taehyung.

As he hums and moves to the chill music that was playing in the background, you start to detail his beautiful figure. From the curl of his dark hair (which you knoW are so so soft to the touch) to his beautiful profile and his nose you love so much down to his broad shoulder and then his tanned abs you see from time to time when the opened shirt of his pyjama moves according to his steps.

oH! Let’s not forget his perfect hands gripping at the pan’s handle while he cooks… vegetables? Something like that yeah.

Taehyung is giving his best into what he’s cooking. Vegetables with rice, that’s the only thing he could do quickly.

Quickly as in less than half an hour, unlike his friend Namjoon who’d take this time just to cook the rice.

The music he put earlier is slowly starting to bore him. After washing his hands, he reaches out for his phone and plays a different playlist. It’s one you name yourself when the two of you were still friends (aka not dating yet). “Taetae fm” because you once joked he should have his own broadcasting channel on the radio. He’d always criticise the music playing so why not have his own channel 👀

“You know Y/n, I actually watched the fashion show live this afternoon. I mean, of course you know because I always do that haha. Anyways, you really were the highlight of the runway tonight. And I’m not saying this in a biased point of view. Okay I might be a bit biased as your boyfriend but I swear that it’s true!! You literally shone back there, especially in that gold dress you were wearing and even the audience was impressed by your looks maybe you didn’t see it on stage but some cameras filmed their reactions and everyone was looking at you. Really, you were so gorge-oh” Taehyung looks at you and smile fondly “Of course you’re asleep, baby”

He lets his phone aside and checks the now cooked food before making his way to the couch. There’s a blanket on the sofa, he covers you with it, scared you might get cold. Taehyung put a loose strand of hair behind your ear and places a kiss on your chin.

You slowly open your eyes and find yourself face to face with him. You both smile.

“Hi there beautiful” He whispers

“what time is it? Did I sleep until the morning?” You’re scared of having slept through the entire nap without realising

“almost 1:20am, I just finished cooking. I thought you might be cold so I went to cover you with the blanket. You should go enjoy the food while it’s still hot, imma go to the toilet”

You nod as an answer and watch him leave upstairs. Getting up from the warmth of the couch is the hardest part so you keep the soft blanket draped around your shoulders and walk towards the kitchen. You grab two bowls and two pairs of chopsticks that you place on the counter along with glasses and a bottle of water.

You then go take care of the rice and the vegetables, which you mix in the pan. The song playing changes and your favourite nighttime tune starts.

“I don’t want a friend, I want my life in two” you sing along

“Waiting to get there, waiting for you” Taehyung’s voice startles you as he grabs your wrists and pulls your back close to him. You smile as he makes the both of you dance slowly. You put his arms around you so it’s like he’s hugging you from the back. You swing around for a little while, enjoying the close proximity as you both softly hum the song, making your body vibrate against each other, moving in perfect coordination.

“I love you” he whispers in your ear and then kisses it, sending chills down your spine, before lifting one of your arm up to make you turn so that you’re now facing him “did my baby sleep well?” You nod as you place your arms around his waist, paying attention to go under the shirt so you’re touching as much skin as possible.

Taehyung chuckles before asking you in that same, chill-sending, low deep voice ; “Still hungry? Because I’m starving”

If you didn’t just wake up, you would’ve definitely caught that lust in his eyes and also the fact that this wasn’t as innocent as it seemed.

As an answer, your stomach growls pretty loudly, making Taehyung laugh . “I’ll take that as a yes. Sit down, princess. Let me take care of you”

You do as he says, jumping on a stool, detailing all of his moves. You only realise how hungry you actually were when you start eating. Rice with vegetables has never tastes better. You eat everything in less than 5 minutes when you’d usually take your time to finish your plate.

“Damn, that was a well needed dinner! Thank you Tae” you mess a bit with his soft locks

“Imagine me who was waiting for you all evening!! I was hungry too” He pouts.

“Oh come on, I was working today. Cardio in heels isn’t the best way to wake up, let alone spend the whole day standing in tight clothes. When I think you has a day off… pfff. I saw the bed, I’m sure you stayed there all day, you lazyyyyyyyyy ass.”

He mumbles some gibberish and you giggle, knowing that you're right. He looks away, crossing his arms and obviously sulking. You leave your stool and stand behind him, wrapping your arms around his neck. You leave a few kisses on his cheek and neck

“- Don’t be such a babyy. You know I love you.

- You do?

- of course, you dummy” you bop his nose "Sooo, what do we have for desert?

- You. Uh I mean!! Yoghurt, fruits, cakes, fruits…anything” he clears his throat

“Great! What do you prefer?” You open the fridge

“ I’d very happily eat you out honestly but an apple sounds good”

“Oh sur- wait whaT!?” You snap your head to him, eyes wide open

what did he sayyyyyyyy?????

whaT am I even supposed to say noW oh my goddddd

You close the fridge’s door, suddenly not so yogurt-hungry.

There’s a sudden silence between the two of you, only disturbed by the music still playing in the background.

“Mhm? What is it?” He turns around to face you, asking so innocently “did I say something wrong ?”

This man knows what he is doing for sure. Has he ever been that straightforward before ?

Taehyung stands and closes the distance between your bodies, now towering over you.

He lowers himself slightly to speak in your ear “what is it baby? Mhm?” You feel his smile on your cheek when he lays a kiss on it “what happened to my all proud and fierce y/n who was so confident telling me I was being lazy all day, huh? Tell me” He lays another kiss on your temple

OkaY

now he’s being a tease

Great

1 A.M. fluffy and bare chested teaser Taehyung

gReAT

Anyhow, it’s a good turn on.

Really.good.freaking.turn.on

Being tired and turned on was definitely not a good mix for you. You could feel the heat rising in your body and hear your heart pounding in your ears.

“Tae…”

He laughs gently seeing you silently begging for more, brushing your face with his lips, teasing another kiss.

“Tsk tsk, you gotta speak darling, I cannot guess”

You should calm down and go to sleep, it’s 1am and you have work tomorrow you should definitely-

“Fuck-“ You sigh and grab his face, sealing your lips together while closing your eyes.

It doesn’t take long for that kiss to turn into a heated make out session.

You grab and pull some of his dark curls while his hands travels under his your shirt.

You break the kiss just a second to catch your breath.

“Have i ever told you you have the perfect body?” Taehyung asks

“Did I ever tell you how perfect you are??” You reply

He laughs, deep raspy laugh.

You’re too tired for this

And because you’re tired, you’re even more horny :D

Taehyung puts his hands behind your thighs and you jump, locking your legs around his waist, hands still in his hair, lips against his while carries you to the bedroom.

He leaves your lips to travel down your jaw and then collarbone. You throw your head back.

Taehyung gently lays you on the mattress of your king sized bed and makes it his personal mission to pleasure you tonight.

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dilf (and love) | knj | m

pairing: kim namjoon x oc

genre: fluff, domestic fluff, smut, established relationship, marriage and kids lol

warnings: light dom/sub themes, pregnancy kink, penetrative sex, oral sex (f & m receiving), DILF JOON

words: 6, 702

summary: it's been too long since you and namjoon had time to yourselves

“God take that thing away from me!” You whine as you smother your face with your hands.

Jin pins you with a dry look as he catches a glimpse of ‘that thing’ who is looking up at you with big eyes and a toothless grin.

“That thing is your child …” Jin says blandly.

“That thing is ruining my sex life.” You narrow your eyes at Chanmi as she babbles some incoherent words with her ten-month-old vocabulary. You’d think as the daughter and apple of Kim Namjoon’s eye that she’d be able to read, write and speak sixteen languages at the age of one.

You still allow Chanmi to wrap her chubby fingers around your thinner ones and you can’t help but coo at your daughter. While she may have been the one thing that disrupted any intimate moment between you and Namjoon, you would fight anyone that would ever dare to mess with her. Your own husband included.

“Please, spare the details,” Jin mutters under his breath as he watches Chanmi fondly as she attempts to tug at your sleeve in hopes of getting your attention. You squeeze her cheeks before lifting her up in your arms and hold her close to your chest. You whine because she smells so … fresh. Just like a little bread baby that was all yours.

God, you loved her.

“My old sex life brought me this angel.” You grin up at your daughter who just smiles at you, unknowing of the context of your words.

“Can you stop using such vulgar words in front of your child?” Jin scolds you but doesn’t do anything much to take Chanmi out of your grasp.

You roll your eyes.

“She’s like 300 days old. She doesn’t even know how to shit at a decent hour let alone understand what sex is. Penis in vagina. Destroying pussy. A hole in one. Railing—”

Jin slaps his hand over your mouth to get you to stop talking as he glares at you.

“Why did my brother marry a heathen like you.” Jin seethes.

You shrug nonchalantly as you turn your head to see your dumbhead yet smart-ass husband that was attempting to glue back the shards of glass from the wine glass he broke earlier in hopes of you not realising.

“He needed to put his 148 IQ to good use and I’m the best investment his finance major ever got him.”

“The only good thing that came out of your marriage is this cutie.” Jin coos at his niece and you have half the mind to withdraw his Chanmi visiting card because whenever he was over all he did was berate you and your … unique ways of parenting.

But Jin would still say he cared for you as far as a brother-in-law would but with the added benefit of the fact that he was your best friend before he became your brother-in-law. You were an interesting character, to say the least, and the only reason you managed to befriend Jin was due to the fact that you didn’t know what boundaries meant and had invaded his personal space on the first day of lectures when you leaned over him to throw something at a know-it-all. Jin had been annoyed, but then an unlikely friendship bloomed out of the mutual distaste for ‘Howard from Accounting’.

He introduced you to Namjoon just because he thought that it was hilarious that you and his brother were polar opposites. Jin didn’t even expect the two of you to get along with each other let alone fall in love, but life had a funny way of saying ‘fuck you and your expectations’ to Jin when he least expected it.

The only thing that he regrets is the fact that now he had to listen to both you and his brother whine about your sex life, or lack thereof after the two of you became parents. Being a mother was hard because there was no manual to tell you what was right or wrong when it came to your baby but the experience itself. When you first fed Chanmi softened shrimp in her meals and caused an allergic reaction; you cried for hours straight because you felt like you should’ve just known.

Namjoon was a good partner and an even better father because he was understanding. The first few months postpartum he respected the fact that you weren’t ready to show your body to him because of the way it changed after giving birth to Chanmi, and he never told you that you were in your head for feeling that way. He validated all your feelings through all the rough edges that you gave him when you were going through your own things.

You finally felt comfortable to get naked around Namjoon at the five-month mark where your sex drive returned to that of when you were in your early twenties and just begun knowing how to truly enjoy sexual intimacies with a partner, but a five-month-old baby didn’t allow for much intimacy with your hot ass husband either.

It sucked because Namjoon had always been broad and very dad-like, and after he officially became a father to Chanmi you just felt like salivating over him every waking second you got because … God … Namjoon was a gift from the God’s themselves. Whenever you saw the way he handled Chanmi with absolute gentleness and care you felt like dropping to your knees and sucking the soul out of him. It didn’t help that he wore his glasses every night when he tucked her into bed and read her Shakespeare because it would ‘help with development’. You loved your husband but he was a little excessive.

“Oh God stop drooling over my brother!” Jin grimaces when he sees the bedroom eyes you were shooting Namjoon from where the two of you were with Chanmi.

You sigh dreamily and lean against your palm as you check out Namjoon’s ass.

“I can’t help that your brother and my husband has an ass like that.” You click your tongue.

Chanmi giggles again and it’s like a bell chiming at your favourite cafe when you cuddle her closer, feeling comfort in her scent. She smelt just like home and bubbles.

“How about I give you a sibling, huh?” You whisper to Chanmi who just opens her mouth to babble. Jin on the other hand facepalms himself and sighs.

“You’re insufferable.”

“I’m horny.” You shrug.

“Correction: you’re insufferable on a daily basis but absolutely horrifying to deal with when you’re horny.” He sneers.

“I just need to bed him and I’ll be fine.” You drawl, as your husband who spent the better half of your conversation fixing the wine glass grins to himself with his dimples when he finally placed the last piece of glass back into place. He was so meticulous and cute for the wrong reasons.

“Jesus, stop …” Jin groans.

“Jesus would definitely tell me to go get that dick because I deserve it.” You pat yourself on the back and wince slightly when you smell the telltale signs of Chanmi’s poop permeating the air.

“Say … would Yoongi mind having Chanmi over your place for the weekend?” Jin recognizes the devious expression you have on your face and knows that there’s no way out of it.

“I don’t have a choice do I?” Jin sighs.

You shake your head.

“Nope. Cause’ I texted Yoongi yesterday and said he totally wants to see his niece. The baby bag is all ready to go and it’s in the nursery.” You cock your thumb to the room down the hallway and Jin thinks to himself of all the reasons why he shouldn’t have introduced you to his brother at all seven years back.

“It’s weird without her …” Namjoon frowns as the two of you stand in the nursery as if you were mourning the loss of your child. It felt a lot like it, though.

The two of you never spent more than a few hours away from Chanmi ever since she was born and it felt weird to not smell her vomit from the kitchen or hear her giggles as you cooked dinner. You missed Namjoon and the spark you had in the first years of your relationship but you also felt a little empty without Chanmi’s presence with you.

“I miss her.” You whine into Namjoon’s chest and he clutches you tightly as if to say that he mirrored your sentiment.

“Should we call them?” You look up at him with wide eyes and he smoothes the frown lines on your forehead and chuckles, offering a gentle kiss to your temples.

“We called fifteen minutes ago, remember?” He chides you gently.

You huff, “I just … it’s so quiet. Where are my baby babbles?” You pout.

Namjoon sighs and rubs his thumb comfortingly on your arm when you look around at the purple nursery with reminders of your daughter that wasn’t currently with you.

“Let’s enjoy what we have, okay love?” Namjoon offers, “I miss Chanmi too but I miss this too.”

You smile at him the way he first fell in love with you years ago and leans down to place a peck onto your lips.

“I miss having you all to myself.” He whispers against your lips and you shiver at the way his broadness is clouding all your senses.

“You always have me Joon.” You tell him in a tone as soft as his.

His chest rumbles when he laughs and you feel so warm in the comfort of your husband's arms and you felt it too. Besides the physical aspect of having sex with him, you missed holding him like this without a care in the world. Most of your cuddle sessions were left to the nights you slept next to each other in bed because the two of you were either exhausted with work or trying to care for Chanmi. It’s been a long time since you could just feel Namjoon’s presence with you.

“Besides … we can finally, you know …” He mumbles shyly into your hair and the devil horns that you hide most of the time reappear.

“What, Joon?” You smirk up at him, hands trailing slowly down his chest.

Your husband was so big that every room he walked into he basically commanded the attention of every single person that would come across him. That’s what happens when you’re six foot and broad like him. But you loved the fact that you were the only one that got to see the much softer side to him that he didn’t just show anyone. The fact that he was the CEO of his own company made his persona ever more intimidating than he actually was but you knew he was a huge softie on the inside.

The two of you were very different in many senses. From your personalities to the way you approached conflict. Namjoon was very diplomatic but you were anything but. He was truly the most empathetic and understanding person you’ve met in your entire life and you’ve seen a total of ten therapists in your teenage years. Namjoon was the balance that levelled your temper and uninhibited tendencies to always be the loudest person in every room. With every time you snarked at someone who pushed your buttons came Namjoon that placed a gentle hand on your back with a soft whisper of comfort.

In fact, most people thought the two of you would have never lasted. You heard those mean girls in college that made petty bets on the fact that you’d probably end up leaving him because you were too much of a bitch to deal with someone as kind as Namjoon. You remembered most of your fights being about your insecurities and how you always thought that Namjoon deserved better and with him telling you that you were the one for him.

Looking back, you laugh because the two of you were theoretically horrible for each other but exactly what the other needed. Namjoon needed someone free-spirited enough to manage his meticulous tendencies and you needed someone willing to see you for more than your erratic behaviour.

“What’s that pretty head of yours thinking about?” Namjoon hums when he realises you’re not paying attention to him anymore. He clasps your hands together to bring back your attention to him as you look up at him with eyes so full of love.

“Just reminiscing on the old days.” You tell him and he snorts.

“You say that as if we’re ancient.”

“You’re not fooling anyone. I heard your joints cracking when you bent down to pick up the strands of hair on the floor.” You tease.

“And who’s fault is it that I’m constantly bending over to pick up strands of hair because she sheds like a cat?” He retorts playfully.

“We’re both old.” You pout, playing with his fingers and admiring the glimmer of his wedding ring. You can’t believe you bagged a man like Namjoon.

“I still got it, though.” He adds thoughtfully and you raise an eye at his comment.

“Got what?”

“My game.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you suggestively and you burst out laughing because it was so on-brand for Namjoon to make a comment like that but blush when you got a little more touchy-feely with him when he least expected it.

“How about you show me then?” You whisper as you turn around to press yourself against his chest, ensuring that your cleavage was on full show to his line of vision when he looks down at you.

“Did I ever tell you how much I love your tits after the pregnancy?” He tells you breathily and you snort.

“So you didn’t like my tits before I gave birth to your child?”

He rolls his eyes and reaches his hands below your thighs to lift you up so that you could wrap your legs around his waist. The way he could effortlessly carry you and lift you up always made your heart and nether regions flutter because he was so big that he basically towered over you. Especially when he became a dad it was like his hot factor exploded exponentially. He basically became the epitome of a dilf.

“You and your mouth,” He tsks as he carries you out of the nursery and into your bedroom, “I just may need to shut you up.”

You whine into his chest before he tosses you down onto your mattress as he towers over you, looking over your body like you were the finest piece of art he’s ever seen. Namjoon always had ways to make you feel like a million bucks even though you were in an old camisole and your old college varsity sweatpants.

“Why don’t you do it then?” You tease back.

You were different from the women that Namjoon has been with prior to your seven-year-long relationship as most of them were pliant and quiet, and took whatever he gave to them. Don’t get him wrong, he loved playing the dominant character in bed but he also needed a brat to push his buttons and it was exactly what you were. Even if the two of you were so fundamentally different in personalities, the two of you were definitely sexually compatible.

“Flip over.” He demands and you whine before reluctantly turning over.

“I want to see you.” You whine petulantly.

You feel him rather than have him verbally respond to you because he delivers a tight slap to your ass as you gasp at the impact. He rubs his hands soothingly over your butt cheeks and squeezes them as he leans over your body, crowding your back with his body heat.

“Don’t be a brat ___.” He sneers into your ear and the moan is stuck on your throat when you feel him drag his hands all over your body until it reaches under your body to reach for your tits.

“Fuck. I love your tits.” He groans.

Namjoon’s hands immediately trail down your body until they reach the hem of your shorts and you wiggle your ass back at him teasingly. You hear him growl and you always knew that Namjoon was an ass man and your ass made him weak.

“Need I remind you that you’re in no position to tease, sweetheart?” He whispers into your ear and you feel the goosebumps erupt on the surface of your skin.

“Fuck. Please—Joon, touch me.” You gasp as you feel him pull down your shorts to be greeted with a cheeky pair of panties that left little to imagine of what hides underneath. Your husband had the talent of getting you obscenely wet without doing much and it’s proven again when you feel the uncomfortable ache between your legs as he flips your body over once again to get a good glimpse of your heaving body, as well as the stain on your panties.

His knuckles trace the inner side of your thigh carefully as he avoids the place you need him the most while you feel more wetness pool at your entrance. You’ve been deprived of his touch for way too long and that caused your sensitive reactions to anything that he did. You missed his fingers so much and having him so close yet so far away from your pussy was destroying your restraint.

“Namjoon p-please!” You cry when he finally cups your mound with his large palm.

He digs the heel of his palm straight into your clit as you arch your back and let out a low moan.

“So wet baby and I’ve barely done anything.” He taunts you with the low baritone of his voice.

“You make me so wet Joonie.” You pant when you feel him grind his palm into your clit some more, providing the satisfying friction that you’ve been craving.

The feeling doesn’t last long because he’s hastily removing your panties from your legs and tosses them somewhere over his shoulder. His face is directly in front of your pussy and you can’t help but feel flustered at the proximity of his breath to your hole. You’ve done this a million times before but the familiarity is slightly lost due to the time between the last and the present.

“Where’s the brat that couldn’t shut her mouth before, hm?” He mumbles and you feel every breath against your pussy. You squirm and feel his large hands wrap around your thighs, locking you into position so you wouldn’t be able to move.

“It’s just been so—ah—long,” You tell him breathily.

“Too long. Missed this pussy.” He says as a parting gift before he dives straight into your clit and begins to lap rounds over the hardened bud. You let out a high pitched moan at the pleasure he was providing you with just his tongue alone, and the way that he knew just where to focus on your clit with tense figure-eights.

“Ah—ah, fuck—Joon!” You groan as your hands wrap around his hair to tug at it. You feel him moan against your pussy, which sends vibrations up to your core and causes more wetness to pool at your centre.

Namjoon is relentless when he digs his hands harder into the meat of your thighs to prevent you from moving too much as he continues to suction on your clit, focusing his attention on it as much as he could. After years of being together, he just knew what you loved and this was it.

You liked it messy. Wet and fast, and Namjoon always gave it to you good. He pulls away momentarily so he could look up at you with a hooded gaze and you let out a high pitched whine when you see the glistening of his chin all the way up to his nose with the signs of your wetness staining him. His fingers run up your thighs teasingly and you shift under his ministrations only for him to smack your right thigh harshly.

“If you move you don’t get to cum.” He threatens you and you immediately still your body with the impossible threat.

You feel his fingers run up and down on your slit as he gathers all your wetness into one place, hovering slightly over your clit. You have to keep your whine to a minimum because Namjoon got real mean when he wanted to. But he was a good lover—so good.

Your hole is throbbing with a need to be filled, and your husband picks up on that immediately as he prods your entrance with the tip of his index finger. You attempt to grind down on him as you make eye contact with the dark eyes that threaten to take away your orgasm.

“I said. Don’t. Move.” He reminds you.

You whimper in silence as he teases your hole a little more before he decides to return home into the warmth of your walls. The moment that barrier was broken, you feel him go straight for the hook as he reaches his index finger all the way up until his knuckles. You hear Namjoon hiss under his breath as he begins prodding your walls until he finds—

“Fuck—there, Joon—ah!” You gasp, head tilting backwards when your husband finds your g-spot.

Namjoon smirks to himself and slides another finger in to hook them upwards into your g-spot, unmoving as he stills himself against the area; causing pure, unaltered pleasured to run through your veins. You’re vibrating and twitching all at once because you can’t control the involuntary response that comes with your husband's demon fingers that are causing every possible pleasurable feeling to run through your system.

You can’t keep the moan to yourself either as Namjoon looks at you with awe, but you miss it because your eyes are too busy being rolled to the back of your head at the way Namjoon skilfully thrusts into your pussy.

“H-Harder, p-please Joon—wanna cum so bad.” You moan and run your fingers through his hair to bring his mouth closer to your mound.

He lowly chuckles and shakes his head at your sex drive. And the next thing he does next nearly makes you cum on the spot.

The way he gathers his spit at the back of his throat was borderline pornographic as you see the way his throat revs up. He drops the glob of spit directly onto your clit and uses the hand that wasn’t in your pussy to spread the lubricant all over your slit. He purposefully grazes your clit but doesn’t apply enough pressure to make your head spin, but just enough for you to whine in want.

“Your pussy is so pretty love.” He coos, leaning into your mound to deliver kitten-licks to your clit, and the warmth of his tongue with the added addition of his fingers feels all too much.

“J-Joon!” You gasp when you feel him thrust his fingers rapidly in and out of your pussy that your body hitched up the surface of the bed. Every thrust was accompanied by the direct assault of his tongue on your clit as he presses down on the hardened bud with the purpose to drive you closer to your orgasm.

You were painfully close, and the precision of his fingers at your g-spot allows you to revel in the way the coil in your body is ready to snap, so close to release. Namjoon leans down so that his head is where you love him the most, between your thighs as he scores the final goal and presses his tongue against your clit.

“Oh my god Joon—fuck—s-so good—I’m gonna cum!” Your back arches off the bed uselessly because of the way that Namjoon uses his other hand to pin you down, arms wrapped tightly around your stomach.

“Come for me pretty girl.” He coos against your clit and the vibrations is what sends you over the edge.

He fucks his fingers into you as you orgasm, kitten licking your clit with just enough pressure for you to whine as you buck your hips up into his mouth involuntarily.

“Fuck. Baby—hurts.” You whine, pushing his head away from your pussy when the overstimulation gets to you.

Namjoon places one last teasing peck on your clit, which causes you to twitch and pinch his neck as he chuckles, dragging his hand up your body to bring you closer to him.

“Still got it, hm?” He whispers against the column of your neck as you roll your eyes.

“Just kiss me you fool.” You pull him in for a kiss, and your tongue immediately finds its place home in Namjoon’s mouth.

It’s probably because it’s been so long since the two of you could feel each other like this, without any rush to get it over with but with the freedom to enjoy each other’s bodies as much as you’d like. Namjoon’s hands were the truth of that as he trails his arms down the sides of your waist and tugs you closer to him by your hips until he reaches for the hem of your camisole to tug it off your body.

He grabs the mounds of flesh in his hands and squeezes them hard enough to cause another gush of wetness to drip down the side of your thighs and onto his sweatpants. Besides the fact that he delivered a mind-blowing orgasm to you, the stained wetness of his sweatpants from his pre-cum and your slick is enough for you to push him down onto the bed.

“I’m gonna suck your cock.” You kiss him on the lips one last time before you’re leaning down to palm him over his sweatpants.

He hisses above you and grabs the back of your neck lovingly that it has you snorting.

“You know if you’re laughing at my dick my feelings are going to be very hurt,” Namjoon says from above you.

“It’s just …” You shake your head and giggle as you clench your fist around the outline of Namjoon’s cock as he lets out a low breath of approval at your action.

“You used to shove my head onto your cock the moment I reached your pants and now you’re so soft.” You tease.

You hear his breath hitch and the grip on your neck tighten at your taunting words. The excitement already pooling in your stomach at the roughness that would ensue from your husband.

“Me? Soft? Is that what you want baby?” His tone is warning and you know he’s serious.

You shake your head as you look up at him with innocent eyes, a stark contrast to the hand that continues to fondle his balls over his sweatpants.

“Don’t be a bitch and take my cock out.” He sneers, and you smile to yourself cheekily—knowing you hit a sore spot.

You happily oblige as you pull Namjoon’s sweats down to be greeted with your husbands cock. The visual itself has your pussy throbbing, and every time you’re faced with it, you always burn with the prospect of his thick cock pounding into your pussy.

“Now suck it like a good girl.” He guides your head towards his dick but you’re proactive enough to fully start licking at his tip, tongue teasing his slit as you hear him let out a low groan.

Your eyes are locked on his figure, as his head is thrown back. You want to grind on the sheets but you know that would delay him fucking you so you decide against it. But that didn’t mean you couldn’t appreciate the visual that your husband was giving you from where you were.

Namjoon had always been handsome. But there’s something about seeing him throw his head back in pleasure because of you that has your stomach churning with pride. You’d shamelessly admit that you were more on the possessive side, purely because you knew there were many men and women out there who desired Namjoon in more ways than one; and you didn’t like sharing one bit.

You spit onto his dick as your hands worked the rest of the length that you didn’t engulf in your mouth as you hollowed your cheeks to create a suction. Your tongue begins to tease the underside of his shaft, the way he likes the most and you know he’s enjoying your focus there because the hand that grips your neck is now tightly clutching your hair in a fist.

“Fuck. That’s it, baby.” He groans.

Motivated by the praise, you sink deeper, hands resting on his thick thighs as you push yourself until your nose reaches his pelvis. You’ve taken his cock like a champion on many occasions, and you can only thank him for that like the numerous times he had to guide you down on his cock were probably the only reason why your tiny throat could welcome his thick girth.

The sounds of you chocking on his dick was a lot for Namjoon, mainly because he couldn’t get enough of his wife but also because he’s been waiting out to bust a nut down your throat—actually your pussy—so long that he can’t handle the onslaught of pleasure your mouth brings him.

“Baby—baby,” He tugs you off his cock and the redness around your cheeks with the tears that pool at your waterline is enough to make his heart soar. Even though you were nasty in bed, he loved every single part of your forwardness.

“Your mouth is amazing but I need to cum in your pussy.” He tells you.

You whine at his declaration and allow him to manhandle you until you were face down ass up, ass pressed tightly against his pelvis as you grind your wet cunt over the hardness of his dick.

“Fuck—you’re so wet, baby. You like sucking my cock?” He growls, arms reaching around your stomach to pull your body flush against his chest.

When you reach your hand to wrap around his head to balance yourself, you see a view of your bodies together in your mirror. Courtesy of when you first moved in and due to you and Namjoon’s egocentric tendencies of wanting to see you guys fucking each other.

“S-So much Joon.” You garble.

His hand reach down to cup your mound and digs his palm into your clit as you grind down against his hand. You feel him loosely trace over your clit to gather your wetness into his hand to lather it over his dick.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good.” He whispers in your ear when he lines his cock against your entrance.

You whine, excitement erupting inside of you—until he finally slides it.

It definitely takes you by surprise because your husband was big. And the fact that you haven’t had his dick in you for months made it much more of a pleasant surprise when he bottoms out completely in one swift thrust of his hips, which causes your body to fall forward as your hands grip the sheets beneath you.

“Fuck. This tight pussy’s mine, right?” He growls.

You nod your head into the sheets as he begins with a few experimental thrusts as you adjust to the slight, yet pleasurable, sting in your lower half.

Until you squeeze his hand on your hip to give him the go, Namjoon settles for slow thrusts into your pussy, but it’s enough to prod at your pleasurable spot because not only is Namjoon smart, kind, funny, handsome and ridiculously a great father—he is phenomenal at sex. Probably why he knocked you up on the night of your honeymoon with your bundle of joy.

Namjoon begins snapping his hips into yours relentlessly like a man starved, and starved he was. He’s missed the wet heat of your pussy; and God did he love your daughter—but he missed this—your pussy.

“F-Fuuuuu—” You’re heaving.

Namjoon continues to thrust into your pussy, angling his hips upwards so that he’d reach places deeper than ever as your eyes roll to the back of your heart in pleasure.

“Fuck—this—tight—pussy—” His words follow the sharpness of his thrusts and you don’t even know where to grab because all your sensations are heightened, especially when Namjoon reaches a hand down to your clit to begin rubbing it vigorously.

“Nam—Joon!”

You’re so wet that the squelch of his thrusts is echoed in your bedroom, and the only thing you hear besides that is your loud moans and the heavy breathing coming from Namjoon.

It’s only when he plants his knees firmly into the mattress and brings your hips to meet his thrusts is when you feel your pussy clench uncontrollably around his cock as you wail out his name.

“Fuck, baby—you’re clenching—so—hard.” He groans, pushing his hips deeper into your pussy.

“Love your cock,” You moan, “Fuck—Joon, please—fuck your cum into me.”

“Yeah?” He grits his teeth and flips your over effortlessly, dragging your leg over his shoulder as he begins pounding into you even harder as he admires the way your face contorts in pleasure.

“Yeah.” You nod your head like a sex-crazed maniac because your husband was just too good with his hips.

“Gonna give you another baby.” He whispers when he leans down into your face as your eyes widen at his declaration. Your pussy reacts too, gushing out even more wetness as it becomes tighter around Namjoon’s cock.

“Fuck. You like that idea? A sibling for Chan’?” He grinds his pelvis into your clit as his words spur your second orgasm for the night on.

“No shit?” You gasp when he revs up his spit in the back of his throat, looking at your mouth invitingly.

“Yeah,” He says breathlessly, and you open your mouth to welcome his tongue when he drops the glob of spit down your throat.

You whine, feeling your orgasm coming so closely.

“Fuck Joon—I’m gonna cum.” You gasp.

You feel Namjoon’s hips stutter and you know he’s coming soon too.

“Me too baby.” He tells you while giving you the set of most adoring eyes ever. Even as he’s fucking you into the next dimension, Namjoon makes you feel so utterly loved and whole that you can’t imagine spending the rest of your life with anyone else.

He snaps his hips the hardest he’s ever done throughout the entire night, and you feel your pussy throb so much; signalling to you and Namjoon that your release was right there.

“Baby—I’m gonna—I’m gonna c-cum,” You grab onto his shoulder to pull him closer to you.

He welcomes it and leaves open mouth kisses onto your mouth as he fucks into you like a mad man.

“Cum.”

That’s all it takes for you to reach an explosive orgasm, one that quite literally causes you to blank out for a second because while Namjoon’s hot cum spurts into your pussy short after you came, he feels your body go limp in his embrace; causing his eyes to widen.

Only until you’re blinking up at him dazedly is when he holds you to his chest, as you feel his chest rumble when he chuckles.

“Baby … I thought you died.” He cards a hand through your hair and you smile at him, stupidly in love.

“If I die because of your dick I’d be happy.” You grin at him cutely. And he scoffs at the way you look so cute after you’ve been fucked to hell and back.

“My horny little monster,” He flicks your forehead as you bring him close to your chest, his dick still settled inside of you. But there was a sort of intimacy that you couldn’t quite put words to, but welcomed the gesture nevertheless.

“Were you serious?” You ask after a while of sharing a few intimate pecks to each others’ lips.

He finally pulls out to roll on his side as he reaches over to pull your close to his chest. He raises an eyebrow at your expression when you feel his cum leak out of you.

“God you really didn’t jack off recently, did you?” You ask.

He pecks you on the nose as he quickly tugs clean boxers over his legs and disappears into your on-suite. You sigh to yourself dreamily, thinking of how lucky you were to be with someone as loving and compassionate as Namjoon was.

You weren’t necessarily unlucky when it came to your relationships prior to him, but there would always be dealbreakers that caused splits to be more bitter than neutral. Namjoon was the only man in your life that you could speak to without fearing any judgement from because he wasn’t like that. He knew how to make you feel wanted and also how to want yourself, all while being your best friend and partner.

When he returns, he returns with a damp cloth and immediately begins cleaning up the mess between your thighs, even as he cheekily mentions how there was more from where that came from as you slap him on the shoulder.

Once he ensures he’s satisfied, he tosses the cloth into the laundry basket and grabs a big t-shirt of his to slip it over your body. You hum in satisfaction as his scent overwhelms you, even more so when he tugs you close to his body and he looks at you with all the love in the world.

“You asked if I was serious earlier?” He repeats your question and you nod your head looking up at him.

“Yeah.” You let out a breathy smile when he leans down to pull your face towards his own as you admire all the freckles and pores on his skin, fingers tracing loosely over the wrinkles that come with age.

“I know it’s sudden but … I’ve been thinking about our family and—I want our family to become bigger.” He tells you like it’s a secret. You know he’s been mulling over it for quite a while because he looks a little unsure of himself, but all you can do is smile widely at him.

“Really?” You ask, playing with the hair on the back of his neck when you feel his fingers trace over the skin on your back.

“Of course. I love you, and I love Chanmi. I’ve always wanted kids and you brought the best gift in my life to me and … I can’t explain how happy I am when I’m with the two of you.” He smiles at you gently.

You don’t know if it’s because he just fucked you so good, or was it because you were lovesick, but your eyes water because Namjoon was Namjoon.

“But—if you’re not ready then I understand and we can—”

“Yes.” You interrupt him.

His eyes widen as you see the excitement begin to pour into his irises.

“Wait—really?” He asks innocently.

You nod your head and kiss him on the lips softly, no rush as he returns the gesture, holding you close onto his chest where you feel the best in his arms.

“Yes really. I want what you want. And I think it’s about time Chanmi gets a sibling, no?” You tease.

He groans like you’re unreal as he buries his head into the crook of your neck as you caress him gently. Namjoon was really just like an oversized baby and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“When?” He asks.

You tease your fingertips down to his chest and offer him a knowing look.

“Now?” You feign indifference but you can see the wide grin he sports on his face.

“Fuck. Don’t say that. I think my dick is going to fall off at how hard I fucked you just now,” He whined.

“You’re getting old,” You massage his shoulders as he sighs.

“I am …” He acknowledges, “But we’ll grow old together, right?”

The prospect of a future of unknowns with Namjoon only makes your heart bloom. You nod your head, not another word need to be uttered as he holds you in his arms, excited for what’s to come.

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