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wipe my tears away | j.m.

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pairing *:·ﾟ afab!reader x joel miller wc *:·ﾟ6.6k warnings *:·ﾟ18+! minors please do not interact!! talk of period pain, hormonal emotions, crying, kissing, some manhandling (if you squint), sad attempt at dirty talk, period play (lightly), fingering, maybe some degradation (not really sure), clit stimulation, overstimulation, multiple orgasms (f receiving), squirting/messy cum, p in v penetration (not protected, do better!), one mention of blood… please let me know if i’m missing any major ones! an *:·ﾟthis is for the girlies who get over emotional during their periods (they are me, i am them). this is a bit longer than intended, but once i got in the zone i literally couldn’t stop, so i hope y’all will enjoy it! kind of unedited, so if anything major jumps out feel free to comment lol. i also wrote this with correct capitalization, where all my previous fics were lowercase bc i couldn’t be bothered to turn on auto caps, so let me know if y’all prefer this format! check the series masterlist for the series tags!

synopsis *:·ﾟ joel comes home to find you laying in bed, crying because of period pain. he may not be a full gentleman, but he wouldn’t let you suffer when he has a trick up his sleeve to help sooth the cramps.

The pain that begins in your lower abdomen, the feeling that radiates throughout the rest of your lower body with enough force to make you wince, isn’t entirely new. It’s a monthly occurrence, actually. One that you feel like you should be used to by now, considering it’s plagued you for more than half your life.

But the outbreak had already happened when you first got your period as a teen, and for a while, your body wasn’t receiving the nutrients it needed to sustain that kind of function. It was a double-edged sword, the way you were appreciative that you haven’t had it this bad your entire life, while ruminating on the losses that occurred due to the infection.

Because it was a different story, now.

Now, you were eating more than you could ever remember before. Jackson was a thriving community, after all. And you were beyond blessed that you were one of the lucky ones who got to reside within its gates. Now, your body was properly fed and being taken care of for the first time in years, and that double-edged sword reared in your mind again; thankful for the safe space you’ve landed upon, but God, at what cost? Your period pain took you out for days each month, making you feel like a burden even though you physically couldn’t help it.

Your toe stubbed against a chair in your living room as another cramp worked its way through your body, causing you to cry out for more than one reason. Tears filled your waterline, and a heavy sigh escaped past your lips. The rough material of your jeans was digging into your waistline, your hair felt heavy against your neck and each strand that brushed against your cheek made you want to cut it off, and you just felt so useless. Some logical part of your brain realized this wasn’t really you feeling this way, it was just the hormonal shift, but that didn’t provide any sense of comfort as the tears continued to glide down your face.

In some ways, you were lucky, as today had been your day off from helping around Jackson. Otherwise, that sense of being a burden to everyone would’ve increased tenfold. You couldn't stop feeling like a burden to yourself, though. You had made a perfectly organized to-do list that was hanging on your fridge of things you wanted to tackle today.

Your sheets needed to be washed. The floors needed to be swept and mopped, especially after the rain, as Joel and Ellie continued to trek mud through your house by accident. Maria had given you some of the spices that grew in abundance, and you wanted to make one of those simmer pots on the stove that she kept mentioning.

But doing those chores was the last thing on your mind right now, as another cramp racked its way through your body. Now, you just wanted to go lay in bed wearing nothing but Joel's shirt that you had thrown on earlier and cry while hugging a pillow.

And so, that’s what you did.

Your vision was watery as your fingers swiftly worked to unbutton your pants, your feet carrying you out of the living room and into your bedroom before you really even realized what you were doing. Once you hit your bedside, you tugged the jeans down your legs, letting them pool at your feet and leaving them on the ground as you crawl into bed, feeling about as pathetic as you probably looked. Curling up on your side, you reach out blindly and grab onto Joel's pillow, tucking it against your body and letting it provide you a false sense of comfort. After that, the tears start flowing freely.

You didn’t know how long you laid there, didn’t know how long the sound of your sniffles had filled the room or how long you pressed the pillow against your abdomen. The cramps were still relentless, and it wasn’t like you even had any medicine you could take; expired Tylenol did absolutely nothing anymore. You wish you were more used to this feeling, this pain. But it seemed like the longer you were at Jackson, the worse the symptoms became each month. You had yet to figure out the remedies that were foolproof for this feeling.

Continuous tears turned into lonely, stray droplets as you held onto the pillow. The room was silent except for the occasional sniff. You had zeroed in on an undone thread on the pillowcase, not paying attention to your surroundings, so you didn’t hear the sound of the front door being pushed open, or the sound of Joel's work boots stomping across the wooden floors. In the corners of your mind, you recognized the voice that was muttering to himself outside your room, but your eyes stayed focused on that singular thread.

The thought of it being lonely, being apart from the other threads holding the fabric together, made your eyes water again. You could put yourself in its position, the ever present fear of being alone daunting you even now, and that was enough to send the tears over your waterline, racing down your cheeks and onto the pillow once again. The hiccup that came from your inhale was the noise that had the footfalls move towards your room, and through your blurry vision you saw the outline of Joel standing in the doorway.

“What's wrong?” Through your sniffles, you could sense his urgency, his rough voice filled with nothing but concern, and maybe a little worry. His gaze swept over your body, checking for any possible injury. This was the first time he’d seen you break down to this level, and the sight of you curled into a fetal position, tears streaming down your face with his pillow in your grasp… he prayed to God that another person wasn’t involved with making you feel this way.

It would be a shame to lose his good reputation amongst Jackson because he had to beat some fucker up.

Your gaze swung up to his face, and you made yourself blink harshly to expel the lingering tears. His face came into focus, the worry lines on his forehead becoming more clear to compliment the frown on his full lips. He had a spot of dirt streaking across his forehead, and his clothes were dirty from spending the day working outside. For whatever reason, the fact that Joel had been out working in the heat for most of the day while you couldn’t even manage to get up and wash your bedsheets made your emotions spiral even more. What is wrong with me? you wondered, hugging the pillow tighter to your body.

The sound of his work bag hitting the floor echoed through the room, soon followed by the shuffle of his boots being kicked off his feet. His hands were gently pulling the pillow away before you could even register that he was in front of you now, but you felt the bed dip under his weight as he perched himself at the edge. His broad hand rested on your elbow before sliding up your arm, gently caressing your skin until he reached the side of your face. The calluses on his thumb scratched against your skin as he swiped the digit under your eye, wiping away the tears that had pooled.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” his voice was softer this time, comforting you in a way that had you feeling alright for the first time today. You leaned up on your elbows, and Joel helped guide you into a sitting position across from him, your hands holding on to one of his while his other cupped your face, thumb swiping against skin. The action of sitting up had your cramps rearing their ugly heads again, and your wince was subtle but extremely obvious to Joel, evident by the furrowing of his eyebrows.

“My uterus is what’s wrong,” the scratchiness of your throat had you coughing slightly, and you worked to clear it before trying again, voice nearly as weak as you felt. “I'm on my period.” Joel's eyes widened in surprise at your admission, but he quickly schooled his features.

This wasn’t his first rodeo; he’d been with you for awhile now, but noticed that each month your symptoms were different. Sometimes, your sudden anger at everything gave away the fact that it was that time of the month. Other times, it was your sweet tooth and your cravings that gave it away. Rarely was it your tears, though, and his heart lurched at this new response.

When your hands went to wrap around your stomach, applying pressure lightly to help ease the throbbing, his free hand came up to the other side of your face. “‘m sorry, darlin. Know that ain’t the best feeling in the world,” his thumbs were doing a stand up job at wiping away the tears on your cheeks, and soon the only sign that you had been crying was the red glaze surrounding your pupils.

And the occasional sniffle.

You leaned into his touch, eyes closing at the surprising amount of comfort that you felt from a pair of hands. You always felt at peace with Joel, though, so you weren’t surprised that his hands had this effect on you. You focused on the rough pads of his skin against the smooth texture of your own, taking in big breaths of air through your nose as your crying spell passed through you. Now you were thinking a little more clearly and felt a little embarrassed by the fact that Joel had walked in on you crying over a thread on a pillow case. Not that he’d ever know that’s what you were crying about.

“It's okay. I'm sorry if i scared you or anything,” you started, opening your eyes to meet Joel's dark gaze. You offered him a small smile. “I really just need to learn how to deal with these cramps without them taking over my day. They seem to be getting worse and worse each month.” Your hands trailed up to grip his forearms, squeezing them affectionately as a wave of exhaustion flitted through your body.

Joel's eyes squinted slightly. “Cramps, huh?” he mused, the corner of his mouth quirking up ever so slightly. In the far corner of his mind, he recalled a younger Tommy swearing by a foolproof activity that helped one of his girlfriends with her cramps when medicine didn’t cut it. He wasn’t sure he believed Tommy then, or even now, for that matter. But he knew how much you struggled with the pain, and he’d feel like a real jerk if he didn’t at least give this a go.

“Think I know somethin’ that could help with that.” He pulled your head forward, pressing a chaste kiss on top of your forehead before dropping his hands and pushing off of the bed. You were slightly dazed, partly at the display of affection but also at the quickness in which Joel was walking to the bathroom. When he came back into the room with an old towel, you couldn’t help but look at him suspiciously.

“Joel…”

“Do you trust me?” He asked, tossing the towel on the bed and leaning down to look at you, eye to eye. His demeanor was calm, but his eyes shined with a hint of mischievousness, and the smirk on his mouth was nothing but trouble. It made him look younger, almost. Like the gray in his beard and around the temples of his hair was there prematurely. You wondered if he was like that more before the outbreak, and you reveled in this glimpse of his past self that he was allowing you to see.

“Of course I do.” Your answer was absolute, eyes showing no signs of distrust or wariness as you maintained contact with Joel’s. He reveled in the sureness of your answer, in the fact that it didn’t even take you more than a second to respond to his question. The smirk became a full blown grin, and you couldn’t help but mirror it on your own face as you wondered what the heck this man was thinking.

“Good. In that case, I'm gonna go clean myself up,” his lips pressed against yours in a swift kiss before he backed away, fingers stretching to the hem of his t-shirt. “You’re gonna strip out of those panties, spread that towel out underneath you, and wait for me to come back. Okay?” One of his eyebrows notched up, awaiting your response.

“Sir, yes, sir,” you teased, sending him off with a mocking salute. It earned you an eye roll, something he had been picking up more and more from Ellie's influence, no doubt. The sound of your giggle followed him into the bathroom, where he quickly worked to discard his dirty clothes and rinse off. The thought of you laying in bed with just his t-shirt on had him adjusting himself underneath the water stream.

Meanwhile, you were working at a slower pace.

You gingerly took the threadbare towel between your hands, kneeling up on your knees to place it where you thought would work best. You were starting to get an idea of what Joel was planning, and while you’ve never done anything like this before, you weren’t absolutely hating it. After you had smoothed the fabric out, you climbed back against the pillows, hooking your thumbs under the waistband of your panties and sliding them down. The pad on the inside showed slight signs of blood, so at least you weren’t bleeding too heavily right now. Usually that came after a day or two of the cramps.

You were combing your fingers through your hair when Joel walked back into the room, pausing at the threshold while you both took each other in. His hair was damp, droplets of water occasionally dripping on his forehead, brushed back at the edges and the tops to keep it out of his face. He had been growing it out a little longer, though you knew when summer fully came around, it’d be time to clip it.

He’d changed out of a plain, gray t-shirt into another plain, gray t-shirt - clearly a staple in his wardrobe - and you had to admire the way he was filling it out. The sleeves hugged the middle of his biceps, straining against the pure muscle that had been building up. The shirt fit loose around his chest, but you could see the way it was snug around his tummy area, the small pouch of his stomach highlighted by the thin material.

You weren’t the only one who had been eating better since arriving at Jackson; Joel was starting to bulk up and you were loving it.

Having ended his workday earlier, and foreseeing spending the rest of the day in bed with you, he had pulled on a pair of flannel pajama pants that clung to his thighs and offered very little to the imagination when it came to the thick imprint between his legs. The sight of him had your thighs clenching together automatically, heat racing through your body like a fever.

And he knew it, too. You could tell by the smirk on his lips, the way his gaze strayed from your eyes to your legs. He loved having that affect on you, loved seeing how needy you became by just the thought of being with him.

He walked to the other side of the bed, his eyes focused solely on you in his red shirt, the way your legs were crossed at the bottom, giving him just the smallest peak of bare skin underneath. You listen to him so well, he couldn’t help but admire. You gave him your trust so easily, and that was one of the few things that Joel considered to be precious in this world. He'd never make you regret that choice.

Leaning up on your elbows, your body naturally turned towards him when he finally settled himself on his side next to you. One of his arms slipped behind your head, tucking you into his body as the other came up to guide your face to his. His lips were soft against your own, and all the tension you had felt from crying earlier completely disappeared.

Your hands clung to his arm as he kissed you, a soft sigh escaping through your lips. Joel took the opening to deepen the kiss, sliding his tongue against your bottom lip before dipping it into your mouth. Your mind was growing fuzzy, and you simply let Joel manipulate you how he wanted, eagerly offering yourself to him.

His mouth stayed on yours, your noses brushing against each other with every tilt of the head, but his hand strayed from your cheek. It paved a path to the collar of the t-shirt, where he fisted the material and tugged it towards himself, halfway pulling you on top of him with the movement. Your hands flung out to his chest to stop yourself from completely crashing into him, and a groan sounded against your mouth as Joel felt the tips of your fingers dig into the skin.

He soon abandoned the collar, letting his palm slide down the expanse of your torso and bunching the shirt up a little before settling it right over your lower abdomen, fingers splayed out wide against your bare skin. The heat radiating from his palm on your skin was like your own personal heating pad; the soreness that ebbed from your cramps seemed to dissipate the longer his hand rested against your skin, the action making your head spin as you focused on breathing through your nose as Joel’s tongue traced along yours.

Joel’s mouth trailed from your lips down to your jaw, down to your neck. The stubble growing on his face scratched at your skin when he nuzzled himself in the crook of your neck, causing a combination of a laugh and a moan to flutter past your lips. You could feel him smile against your skin before nipping at it gently, using his lips and tongue to ebb the slight pain away. You could feel him sucking at your skin, and you knew in the morning you’d regret the red and purple marks that would litter your skin, but right now, the feeling was absolute heaven.

“Spread those legs for me, baby.” The words were whispered against your skin, accompanied by a quick tap to your thighs. You didn’t hesitate to obey; your left leg fell to the side while you rested your right leg on top of Joel's. His hand slipped from your stomach to your upper thigh, gripping the fleshy inside as he helped adjust it higher on his body.

The cool air from the fan had you shivering as it made contact with your bare skin, emphasizing the wet slick that had formed between your legs. Joel's mouth found itself back on yours, his kiss turning punishing, almost, as his hand slowly moved down your inner thigh; his teeth were biting and pulling at your lower lip, his fingers were digging into your skin as he kneaded and gripped your thigh.

“Joel,” you mewled, stretching up slightly to angle your hips closer to his hand. You were settled in the crook of his elbow, and his arm came up to bare against your throat ever so slightly. He essentially had you in a headlock, and you were helpless to anything he administered. Goosebumps prickled along your skin, and you whined once more when his fingers brushed against the crease of your leg.

“Shh, s’okay, baby. Let me take care of you,” his words were soothing, soft. A complete contrast to the way he was handling your body, and it was all you could do but nod in response, eyes wide and trusting as they held contact with him. His pupils were so dilated that you could barely see the rim of brown, even this close.

Another sharp tap to your inner thigh had you gasping, and Joel's mouth formed into a smirk as his calloused fingers eased the spot. You’d like to blame the hormones fluttering around your body for the desperation you were feeling for Joel, but part of you knew that he simply just had this affect on you. You always grew so needy for his attention, for his touch. Being with him was the only time your brain truly shut off and allowed you to feel safe, relaxed.

His fingertips were stroking the inside of your thigh like it was the strings on one of his guitars, a slow but firm sensation that had you humming; he was playing a different kind of instrument with you. You could feel yourself growing slicker, the bubble in your chest expanding as he teased you, touched you.

“Joel, please…” you trailed off, turning your head to the side and bumping the edge of his jaw with your nose. His gaze had slipped to where his fingers were caressing your skin, basking in the suppleness of your skin that so vastly compared to the roughness of his. You felt like a dream.

“Such pretty manners,.” he mocked, grinning to himself before meeting your eyes once more. “Since you asked nicely, though…” The kiss he pressed on your nose was soft, but your focus was on how his fingers were finally crossing over the crease in your thigh, finally trailing down to your core.

The first swipe of his fingers through your folds had a small moan emit from your mouth, and a curse came from Joel’s as he felt how wet you were already. “Shit, baby,” he muttered to himself more than anything, watching his fingers as he lifted them up into the light to see the shine. Chest heaving, you watched as he brought his fingers up to his mouth, watched as he placed them on his tongue before closing his lips around the digits and sucking on them while he pulled them out.

His fingers were now wet with his spit, evident by the thin strand of saliva still connecting his mouth to his fingers. The sight alone had your toes curling against the mattress, your mouth open slightly as you watched him bring his hand back down to your pussy. Your breath left you as his second swipe was firmer, the tips of his fingers passing along your clit for a brief moment before moving back down.

His forearm flexed slightly against your neck, his free hand moving down to brush against the top of your chest. One of your hands moved to grip his arm, nails digging into skin ever so slightly as Joel’s fingers brushed your entrance, swirling around slightly to gather the wetness that had formed. A soft sigh left his mouth as he felt you, and the next moment, two of his fingers were swiftly pushing inside of you.

“Joel!” You gasped out, back arching into his touch as he pumped his fingers into you once, twice, three times before pulling them out. Joel huffed out a laugh at your whine from the loss of contact, glancing down at you to see your reaction to him circling your clit with the pad of his thumb. He was rewarded with the softest of sighs, and the sight of your eyes rolling shut while your mouth parted open.

He didn’t hesitate to capture your lips with his, his mouth against yours as firm as his thumb on your clit. The kiss was quick, and Joel’s nose brushed against yours as he pulled back ever so slightly. “Such a pretty girl, achin’ for me to fill you up. My fingers feel real nice against your pussy now, don't they, baby?”

A short and snappy nod was your form of a response, as you were solely focused on the way Joel’s middle finger was circling your clit now. Your hips bucked up as waves of pleasure wracked your body, Joel’s expert fingers bringing you relief you so desperately needed. The action had Joel smirking above you, had his hips grinding slightly against your thigh in a sad attempt at getting some friction for his now hard cock.

Joel pulled back from his admissions on your clit, sliding his middle finger through the center of you before slowly inserting it back inside you. The gasp that left your mouth was music to his ears, and he began moving it in and out, curling it up once it was fully inside your wet pussy. Head falling back against Joel’s arm, your legs widening even further as Joel picked up a steady rhythm with his one finger.

“So good, Joel,” you rasped, voice breathless as Joel’s finger curled against the spongy part inside of you that had your body jerking in response. Licking your lips, you pulled the bottom lip into your mouth, teeth sinking in as the pleasure continued to build up in your body. Your right hand moved to rest on his wrist, while the other stayed gripping his left forearm.

Basking in your praise, Joel withdrew his middle finger and, when he pumped it back inside, added his ring finger. The addition had you groaning, feeling his two fingers stretch you out slowly as he pushed them inside and pulled them out. You felt Joel’s lips press against your forehead as he worked to pick up the pace, and soon all that could be heard in the room was the wet sound of your pussy being fucked by his fingers.

“God, I could listen to you all night,” he mumbled, curling his fingers in a “come here” motion inside you and marveling at how drenched you sounded. “So fuckin’ wet for me, sweetheart. Haven’t even taken my cock yet, either, you needy thing.”

His words only sparked the fire inside your chest even more, and soon you were moaning his name over and over again in some kind of sick prayer as he filled you with his fingers. Your mouth dropped open as his thumb moved to glide against your clit, pleasure radiating throughout your body.

Your fingers dug half-moon indentions in Joel’s tanned skin as the waves of pleasure finally crested.

Your body went rigid in his hold as your orgasm peaked, his fingers never ceasing in motion as your hips began to shake against his hand. He muttered soft praises as you came, moving his arm from across your chest and intertwining your fingers with his. You gasped for air as you came down, thighs twitching ever so slightly as you soon became putty against Joel’s body.

Only then did he pull his fingers out from inside of you. He kissed your forehead once more, cupping your drenched pussy with the palm of his hand. Your chest was heaving still from the orgasm, body feeling tired once more but for a completely different reason. Resting your head back on Joel’s arm, you glance up at him, expecting him to move his hand away and maybe help you clean up.

Instead, Joel’s dark gaze was solely focused on your pussy again. Instead of moving his hand away, he slowly moved it up your center, stopping only when his middle finger brushed against your clit. He moved his hand to the side slightly, letting the tips of his other fingers brush against the sensitive nub, before sliding it the other way. His action was slow, methodical even.

“Joel,” you ventured, squeezing his hand that rested in yours. His jaw twitched, but that was the only response you got. He leaned up on his elbow, your hand moving up along the mattress as he did so. Now, your interlaced hands rested above you, on the pillow, as Joel’s upper body hovered on top of yours.

Ever so slowly, Joel resumed the movement of his hand, sliding to one side before moving it to the other. His fingers all brushed against your clit, and the overstimulation you felt had your thighs closing together.

“Keep ‘em open, baby.” Joel admonished, his grip on your hand tightening slightly. His free hand pushed away your left leg before returning back to your clit, and you swore you could feel the wetness lingering on your skin from him doing so. The roughness of the towel underneath you prickled at your skin as your hips twitched from the continued pleasure.

“Joel,” you ventured again, this time more of a plea than anything. Tears formed on your waterline when he picked up the pace, his hand firmly rubbing against your clit each time he moved it. That bubble of pleasure formed more quickly in your chest, the feeling fiery and almost suffocating as Joel’s movements were relentless.

“Give me one more,” his voice was rough, distant. “Just one more.” His hand dipped to cup your pussy once more, gliding up through your folds and moving the wetness from there up to your clit. The added lubrication and friction as Joel increased his pace had you crying out, body arching forward at the onslaught of pleasure.

Your orgasm approached much faster this time, and you could feel your slick dripping down your skin onto the towel. “Oh my God,” you whimpered, your hand painfully holding onto Joel’s while the other, which had moved to rest on his hip, gripped his t-shirt. “Oh, God.”

This time, when you came, the bubble dropped from your chest and to your stomach and your body went limp as soon as your orgasm tore through you. Your mind was a haze of euphoria, and if you were more cognizant you would have been embarrassed at the feeling of your wetness squirting out from you, would have felt heated at the way Joel praised your body. Instead, you were blissfully gone, basking in the sensation that only Joel’s fingers knew how to bring you.

Joel’s hand slipped from yours as he pulled his arm up from underneath you, and before you were even aware of the shift, he was up on his knees, moving in between your legs and tugging his flannel pants down. “Gotta fuck you, baby. Jesus Christ, you came so good for me.” His hands bracketed your head as he leaned up against your body, the head of his leaking cock pressed against your wet slit.

You hummed at his praise, wrapping your weak arms around his neck as you shifted your thighs a little wider to accommodate for his hips. You weren’t entirely sure you could handle another orgasm, but you knew you were desperate to have him inside of you. His head ducked down to yours, and you enthusiastically pressed your lips against his, enveloping his hips with your legs in consent.

With a nip at your bottom lip, he slowly pressed the tip of his cock in between your folds, gathering the wetness that had accumulated near your entrance before moving his hips even further. The head of his cock pushed into your pussy, stretching you out even more than his fingers did previously. Joel groaned into your mouth as he pumped his hips slightly, pulling out of you before sinking just the tip inside you again.

“Fuck, sweetheart. My fingers didn’t stretch out your pussy enough, huh? S’fuckin’ tight as hell around my cock.” One of his hands came to brush aside your hair, cupping the side of your face gently while his hips snapped into yours. You cried out against his mouth, the feeling of being filled so suddenly causing you to wince slightly. You welcomed this pain, however, as it quickly gave way to pleasure the more Joel rocked his hips against yours.

Joel rested his hips against yours for a moment, his head falling down to your chest as he reveled in the tightness surrounding his cock. His breaths came out in short pants, the hand laying next to your head turning into a fist against the mattress. Your hips move up slightly, seeking out the pleasure even after coming twice before, and it brings Joel in further, causing you both to curse.

“So desperate for me to fuck you,” Joel’s words are accented by short, quick thrusts up inside of you. He pushed up off of you, your arms falling to the bed beside you while your legs fall open as they untangle from his waist. His hands grip the inside of your thighs, and he leans his weight forward a little, pinning your legs to the bed.

“I am, Joel. P-please fuck me,” you beg, gripping the sheets between your fingers as your hips meet his thrusts. Joel starts off slowly, implanting you fully on his cock before slowly pulling back until just the tip presses against your pussy. His bruising grip on your thighs holds your legs open while he works himself in and out of you, eyes cast on how your slick coats his cock, the occasional red streak coloring his flesh.

A stray curl of hair falls from his previously brushed back hair, and you itch to swipe it back into place, but his pace quickens and your hold on the bed keeps you from banging against the bed frame. The sound of his cock entering your wet pussy fills the room, the indecency of it causing your skin to flush with heat. Joel’s groans start to find time with your whimpers, and soon the noises of sex are emitting throughout the bedroom, throughout the house.

Joel’s hands move away from your thighs, traveling up your stomach and pushing up his red t-shirt to see your boobs bouncing with each thrust. He admires the peaks of your nipples, the way goosebumps arise on your flesh as it’s exposed to the cool air, before bringing both hands to grip onto them. His thumbs and forefingers pinch at your nipples, the pain mixing in with the pleasure seamlessly.

Your eyes fall shut on a moan, body arching into his touch as you clench around Joel, causing him to curse. The familiar sensation of heat fills your body, that third orgasm floating slightly out of reach. You move one of your hands down to your pussy, resting it on your mound. Your fingertips brush against Joel’s cock every time he withdraws, and you moan at how slick he feels before bringing your fingers to your clit.

“That’s it, baby. Make yourself come on my cock,” Joel encourages, gaze focused on the way your fingers nimbly play with your throbbing clit. His hands squeeze your breasts roughly one last time before he leans up, gripping your ankles and bringing your legs to rest on top of his shoulders. Your thighs press against his cock as he fucks you, adding in another level of pleasure for him as he fights back his orgasm.

“Just like that, Joel. Just like that…oh!” Your cries fill the room as he pounds into you, your fingers increasing the pace against your clit. Your movements are shaky, not precise in the slightest, but you’re still sensitive and wound up from your previous orgasms that it doesn’t take much to get your third one going. With a few clumsy swipes of your middle finger against your clit, and Joel’s cock ruthlessly hammering in and out of you, your final orgasm floods through your body.

Joel curses as he feels your pussy clench around him, making his movements stagger with how tight you become. He gives a few more deep thrusts, his own movements becoming shaky and less precise, and he soon slips out of you, rubbing the length of his cock along your pussy lips as you gush with your orgasm. With a grunt, he follows soon, his own cum spurting out of his red cockhead and on to your lower stomach.

Your legs fall meekly to the bed again, and Joel’s body sags forward a little before he props himself back up with his hands. The sound of you both panting is all that can be heard as you both come down from your orgasms; you, eyes closed and mouth open. Joel, eyes open and mouth closed, nostrils flaring slightly as he regulates himself.

It takes a moment before you both get back to yourselves, but when you do, you become increasingly aware of the wet feeling underneath your lower body, which causes you to giggle. “Guess it’s a good thing I didn’t get around to cleaning my sheets today, huh?”

A snort comes out of Joel, his head shaking slightly as he moves to brush back his hair. He takes in the sight of you, freshly fucked and thouroughly spent, and can’t help but grin. He might be older, but he relishes the fact that he can still please you like this. That you actually want him to do so. Makes him feel like a god among men.

He sees the tears around your lash line from your last two orgasms, and he leans forward slightly to wipe them away with his thumb, triggering in his mind the conversation you both had before this all started. “Feelin’ alright?” His gaze moves around your body, checking to see if he hurt you in any way. He notes the red marks against the side of your neck, the cum on your lower stomach and the beginnings of many small bruises along the inside of your thigh from where he gripped them to keep them open.

He’d be more worried about those if he didn’t know how much you loved having him mark you up.

“Just peachy,” you grinned at him, propping yourself up on your elbows to take in the mess below you. Joel leaned in to meet you, his kiss soft and soothing as his lips slid against yours. After a moment, he pulls away again, awkwardly shuffling to the edge of the bed before standing up. Hiking up his pants, he moves to the bathroom to get a washcloth to start cleaning you up.

After wiping away his cum and your wetness, he gently helps you off the bed, holding your arm as your legs fumble when your feet hit the ground. His pride grows then, and you smack his arm playfully when you catch sight of his grin. “Sorry,” he mutters, pressing a kiss against the side of your head before moving to gather up the dirty towel from the bed. He tosses it into the hamper before leading you to the bathroom.

There, he draws you a hot bath, guiding you in the tub and before pulling his clothes off and joining you. It’s a cramped space, the bathtub not technically suitable for two, but you make it work. You lean your head against Joel’s shoulders, sinking into his body as his arms wrap around your middle. You know you should do something with your bedding soon, should make sure you have the guest room set up so the two of you can sleep somewhere remotely comfortable tonight, but for now, you bask in his presence.

“Thank you for taking care of me, Joel.” You say softly, closing your eyes and letting the hot water ease away any lingering soreness your body has. His arms tighten around you as you trace mindless shapes against his thighs. He tilts his head to the side, kissing your forehead before resting his on top of yours.

“Anytime, baby.” His breathing evens out with yours, stubble rubbing against your forehead as he speaks. “I’ll always be here to wipe your tears away.”

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steddieas-shegoes · 1 day

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CONGRATS ON 3000!!! ❤️ That’s so exciting!

For the ask game, I’d love to see your take on the song Heaven, Iowa by Fall Out Boy! (I vibe with “Scar-crossed lovers forever” as a Steddie-coded lyric but honestly whatever comes to mind for you when you hear the song is great!)

Congrats again!! 💕🎉

Thank you! I got a few different steddie-coded lyrics from this song, but the one you provided is good for something short, so I’m sticking with that! ♥️

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He wasn’t even supposed to be here. Wayne specifically asked him to stop coming to the Harrington parties, didn’t want him to risk being caught when they inevitably got shut down.

He knows he’d be in deep shit if a cop managed to catch him and see what he had in his lunchbox.

But one of his best customers insisted he stop by, promising he knew enough people would buy his entire inventory. He wouldn’t have to stay long.

“That’ll be $30 for the bag, or $10 if you just want a joint,” Eddie told one of the girls who always gave him dirty looks in the hall to cover up the hungry look she gave him at parties.

“What about the harder stuff?” She asked, looking up at him through her eyelashes.

“Don’t have any on me,” he rolled his eyes. They should know by now he only handles those items when requested.

“Fine. Just a joint then.”

He exchanges his product for her money, another addition to his savings that seemed to constantly dwindle on useless. He never stopped trying though.

She was his last customer in the line that had built up in the kitchen, so he decided to make his way to the backyard to finish up. Not many people usually hung out there when it was this chilly outside, but he had to give it a shot.

The patio surrounding the pool was absent of people, but he decided to take that as a sign that he needed a minute alone.

He heard a sniffle and his head shot over to the table in the corner of the covered area.

“Harrington?”

What the hell was he even doing out here? Was he crying?

“I’ll be in in a minute.”

Jesus. He sounded like someone had tried to strangle him. Was he sick?

“Dude, you okay?” Eddie steps closer, hopes he doesn’t end up regretting choosing kindness. “It’s kinda cold out here.”

Steve was sitting in a chair, knees up to his chest, arms around his legs. His face was half-buried in his knees, but Eddie could still make out the shivering.

“Yeah. Just needed some air.”

“You shouldn’t stay out here long without a jacket, man.”

Steve didn’t respond.

Eddie was actually growing more concerned for him, like maybe he’d been drugged with something and couldn’t move.

“Hey, look at me,” Eddie snaps his fingers in Steve’s face, relaxing slightly when he glares up at him with surprisingly clear, but watery eyes. “You need a jacket.”

“I’m fine. Go back inside.”

“You won’t be if you sit out here much longer. You’ll freeze to death. And then I’ll have to live the rest of my life knowing I could have stopped it by making you go inside and I’ll die feeling guilty.”

Was it dramatic? Yes. Did it make Steve give the tiniest smile and lift his head to look at him completely? Also yes.

“It wouldn’t be your fault.”

There was a cut under Steve’s left eye, and as his eyes adjust to the light coming from the windows, he sees a purple bruise surrounding most of the left side of his face.

“What happened?”

“The crown was pretty heavy when it fell,” Steve laughs without humor.

Eddie feels his stomach sink further.

“Who did this?”

It’s not like Eddie could do much, but maybe he could at least make sure he didn’t sell to the guy.

“Doesn’t matter.” Steve placed his legs down, careful, like he was trying not to hurt himself more. “You got anything left?”

Eddie should say no. He should leave now, head to the comfort and warmth of the trailer, forget about this interaction entirely. Maybe give one awkward head nod to Steve at school on Monday as an acknowledgment he didn’t forget, but won’t say anything to anyone.

“Just the one joint. You want it?” Eddie set his lunchbox on the table across from Steve and sat down.

“How much?” Steve turned to face him, reaching into his pocket for his wallet.

“Free for the host.”

That’s not something Eddie ever did, but if anyone needed it, it was Steve.

“You don’t have to do that.”

“Well, I am. You got a lighter on you?”

Steve shook his head.

“Then I light it and get the first drag. Deal?”

Steve nodded.

Eddie is gonna regret this entire interaction, but of all his regrets, it’s probably pretty low on the list, so he pulls his lighter out and does exactly what he said he would.

Steve is watching him so intensely, it’s almost enough to make him blush. He won’t, he hopes, but it’s a hell of an effort.

“This why you’re sitting out here instead of enjoying your party?” Eddie asked as he hands over the joint.

“Part of it,” Steve takes a long drag. “Just tired of it.”

“Tired of what?”

“All of it.”

An alarm starts going off in Eddie’s head, a reminder that Steve may seem like he’s got the entire world, but those who hold the world tend to lose their grip.

“All of it meaning…”

“All of this. The parties, the people who only like me because I have money and throw parties, the popularity contest I didn’t even ask to participate in, the fucking concussions and nightmares. I’m just-“ Steve takes another drag. “I’m just tired. You should go back inside.”

Eddie watches him lean back in his chair, his shirt riding up and exposing just enough of his stomach to see a scar. The moonlight reflects off the lighter line of skin.

“Nah. Kinda like it out here. It’s quiet. Company ain’t bad either.”

Steve looks back at him with a frown. “Don’t have to pretend to like me, dude. Everyone else already does that enough.”

“Who said I like you? I’m tolerating you.” Eddie smirks, waits for Steve to recognize he’s joking. When Steve relaxes, he nods towards the scar on Steve’s stomach. “Appendix?”

“What?” Steve glances down. “Oh. Yeah. When I was 12.”

“I was 14 when I got mine out,” Eddie lifts his layers to show off his matching scar. “My Uncle Wayne thought I was dying. He didn’t even know what an appendix was, let alone that it can cause all this trouble.”

“Yeah. My parents weren’t home when mine ruptured so I had to call the neighbors.”

Eddie frowns down at the table. “They leave you alone a lot? Even then?”

“Yeah. Not a big deal. I made it through okay.”

Okay isn’t the word Eddie would describe, but Eddie didn’t wanna argue.

“You eat a ridiculous amount of ice cream after?” Eddie’s smile grew when Steve nodded. “I convinced Wayne it was the only thing I could eat for nearly a week after.”

Steve laughed, Eddie smiles.

“You got a nice laugh, Harrington.”

He watches as Steve gets red in the face, a beautiful blush covering his cheeks and spreading down his neck.

“Not sure the last time I really laughed,” Steve admitted.

“Shame.”

Eddie stood up, grabbed his lunchbox, and walked around to stand in front of Steve. Steve looked up at him with glassy eyes, the high already sinking in.

“Want me to clear everyone out?” Eddie shouldn’t offer that, or anything. But Steve looks so lost, so tired.

“Nah. It’s nice just not being alone, even if it’s people I don’t like.”

“That’s fucked, man.”

“Yeah, well,” Steve shrugged. “Thanks for the weed.”

“Anytime.”

Eddie doesn’t know what comes over him. Maybe it’s the one drag of the joint he’d taken, maybe it’s the cold air, or maybe it’s just that annoying crush he’s had on Steve Harrington for years.

He reaches out, cups Steve’s cheek in his hand, and holds him for just a moment.

Neither of them say anything when Steve leans into it.

They don’t say anything when Eddie pulls away with a sad smile.

They won’t talk about it again at school.

But when Steve saves Eddie from the Upside Down a full year later, when he’s sitting at his bedside cupping Eddie’s cheek in his hand, they both seem to remember at the same time.

“We’ve got two matching scars now, Harrington.”

“Don’t think the appendix has anything on demobat scars, Munson.”

“What happened to calling me honey? I liked that.”

“What happened to sweetheart?”

Eddie let out a small laugh. “You’re gonna be trouble, sweetheart.”

“But I’m gonna be your trouble, honey.”

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #drabble #follower celebration #asks #pre steddie #getting together #cw: recreational drug use

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taintandviolent · 3 days

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Knead ; Kit Walker x reader

summary: Kit hasn’t been coping well with Briarcliff life, and developed an unhealthy solution to the numbness he feels on a daily basis. You’re a perfect, beautiful part of his plan.

word count: 1.7K

w a r n i n g s: hurt, angst, depression, kind of whump, brief mentions of smut, female receiving, violence, fist fights and brief mention of injuries.

a/n: my first official Kit Walker fic!! requested by an anonymous!! anon; hope this is what you had in mind and I delivered!! I tried to focus more on Kit’s motivations and issues than the smut, so that’s why it’s a little lighter on the fucking this go round! I dunno why I struggle writing for Kit so much, aaaaah! also written at work, so usual apologies for any disjointed or clunky writing!!!

full fic under the cut! / ao3 link here! / I don't have a taglist, but please turn on post notifications if you want to be notified of future fics!

The storm raged on outside, a horrible deluge that had lasted days. Kit's dark eyes flitted to the clock on the wall. The hands ticked by but time never seemed to change. Not here. He needed to feel something. Anything. The days turned into weeks, weeks into months and nothing ever changed. He was an accused man, previously compos mentis, but with his surroundings, that title deteriorated gradually.

Kit Walker was losing it. Slowly, but surely. The cold, grey tone of Briarcliff was swallowing him whole, like a starved, but fading beast. Days were the worst - at least come evening, he could sleep. With sleep, came dreams. Dreams of somewhere else, dreams of you. Days were long and dreary, and Kit soon realized that the only thing that mattered were physical feelings. His mind wasn't a safe place to be. The truth of it was, Kit felt his fire burning out, and started acting out.

First, it was intentionally burning the biscuits. He was reprimanded and sentenced to biscuit duty for the next two weeks. Then it was sneaking out from the common room on repeated occasions, sulking along the hallways as though he wanted to get caught. Deep down, he did. Reprimanded again, and confined to solitary as punishment. But that afternoon, he craved something deeper. He needed something that would last, and Sister Jude had an unusual streak of mercy lately. It had to be good.

"Hey, sugah’."

Your tired hands stopped their kneading. You looked up, wide-eyed, with a smear of flour across your cheek. He didn't know it, but you'd had a thing - a silly little crush - on Kit Walker since you saw him in the common room during your first week. You'd heard the rumours, but every time you exchanged words, he was the nicest guy you'd ever met. Seemed like he had good, strong family values and manners -- which was more than you could say for most of the men you'd met.

Kit spotted the dash of white and reached out, wiping it away with the pad of his thumb. You really were one of the cutest girls he'd seen since Alma. It wouldn't be hard to do what he wanted... what he needed to do to feel again.

"Hi, Kit." You murmured, frustrated before returning to the pile of off-white dough. The last thing you needed was a distraction; the biscuits were already hard enough to get right, and Sister Jude was a stickler for them being made correctly.

"Whatsa' mattah'?" He could sense your irritation, and furrowed his brows. Maybe his plan wasn't going to work after all.

"I can't... get these darn biscuits right! Every time I try, they come out too hard and I'm just..." You grit your teeth and shoved the mound of dough away from your hands. "I'm so frustrated!"

"Dough duty, huh?"

You nodded, and pushed a strand of hair out of your eyes with your wrist.

"Here, sweethaht', lemme' show you. I've done enough of 'em to know how to do it right."

He was suddenly behind you, his arms stretching out to the table in front of you. He rested his hands atop of yours, and slowly began moving them, kneading them slowly. Much slower and softer than you had been.

"Just like that," he murmured, his lips close to your ear. "You gotta' be gentle with 'em... firm, but not too much... or they'll seize up on ya', makes 'em tough." His words were low and sweet, and you didn't have to try very hard to find another meaning to them. They evoked a deep, body-rocking shiver from your core. It travelled up your spine and made your teeth chatter. Kit laughed breathily behind you.

"Am I doing it right?" You whispered, your voice sweet and demure, laced with intention. "I have a tendency to wanna'... go fast."

"Slooow, sugah', nice n' slow. Othawise..." His teeth grazed your ear. "The dough won't rise."

Without warning, you rutted your ass against his groin, moaning aloud. You ground your ass against him slowly, just like he told you to. Kit made a fist in the dough over yours, forcing your hands deep into the flour. This was progressing faster than he expected. He hadn't known you'd be so willing to his advances. His cock twitched to life, tightening the front of his pants.

"You want it bad, sugah'?"

"I want it bad," you echoed. Suddenly, all worries of getting caught went out the window, you were no longer concerned about which Sister would find you - you just wanted him.

It had been weeks since either of you felt intimacy, felt that clawing hunger as it boiled in your core. You whimpered and dropped your head to his shoulder.

"Let me feel you, Kit... please..."

Kit ripped his flour-covered fingers from the dough, and reached back to his crotch, pulling his throbbing cock from his pants. He flipped the edge of your uniform up, and pressed his heavy cock against the curve of your ass. The sensation was indescribable, and he let out a throaty groan.

The hunger had him. The hunger, and the promise of punishment. Your body was soft and sweet like the dough in front of you two and had him going, that was undeniable, but the threat was what was really driving him forward. He needed to feel everything he could. He took hold of his cock, stroking it slowly against your ass cheeks, feeling the precum as it leaked into his hands.

Kit's free hand wrapped around your hips again, urging them backwards into his own. You whimpered, letting him take full control. Your fingers were still embedded in the dough, squeezing through the spaces between your digits.

With a deep sound, Kit slipped himself inside you. Your walls squeezed around him as he plunged himself as deep as he could, humping you hard. His thrusts were determined, but steady and slow. Just like he'd said...

You reached around to take hold of his soft brown hair, making a fist in the locks. He didn't care that your fingers were covered in flour, and it was falling into the collar of his shirt. He didn't care about anything except what he was feeling.

Touch-starved, it didn't take him long to climax. Kit emptied his load inside you, pumping it deep. You whimpered, rolling your lips inward to soften the moans. You were close behind him, and when he whispered in your ear, begging you to do it, you did.

Kit heard the heavy bootsteps before you did. But he didn't move. He was ready.

"Hey! What in the hell do you think you're doin'!?" The orderly bellowed, and Kit yanked his softening cock from you. Your legs twitched together as it left you, the slippery feeling sending another wave of pleasure through you.

Phase two of his plan was in action. Kit stepped in front of you, fists raised in front of his face. He pumped, and threw the first punch, making contact with the guy's cheekbone. He reeled back, touching his skin to see if he'd broken skin -- he hadn't. But he was going to pay for that.

Fortunately for Kit and his now-sick need, he hit him back, harder, splitting his lip immediately. You spun around, pressing your back against the table, covering your mouth in horror as the two men fought.

The man threw a hard left hook and Kit went down, falling to the cold cement floor with a thud. You could do nothing but scream, begging for him to stop. Through winces, Kit looked up at you and shook his head. To you, he was being noble. To him, he was revelling in the pain he was feeling and wanted nothing to interrupt it.

"Assaulting an orderly, Mr. Walker?"

"Yes, Sistah'. He looked at me sideways."

"He interrupted your fornication, is what he did." She sternly remarked. Kit swallowed, looking down at his feet. The punishment was coming - he wouldn't have been called into her office otherwise.

"Seems like he got the better of you." She gestured to him pointedly. He had, that was true. Kit had gotten a few good punches in, but the orderly was bigger and brawnier, and had walloped him as soon as he'd gotten the chance. The cut on his lip stung every time he spoke, and his ribs were definitely bruised from the steel-toed berrage that he'd endured earlier.

"Over my desk," she rasped. Kit was almost excited -- a disgusting, disappointing feeling that he knew, deep down, he shouldn't be feeling. But a feeling was a feeling and he had to ride it out, in whatever way he could.

"Sistah' Jude," he interjected, as he bent over the modest wooden desk. "I'm sahrry' for what I did but don't punish her. She didn't do anything. It was all me."

"Mr. Walker," she replied. "I'll do exactly as I see fit."

The first hit stung. She was using the wooden switch, and it sliced through the air with an audible thwip. It burned against his skin, sweltering hot heat coursing over his cheeks and the back of his thighs. Tears bit at the corner of his eyes, it felt so terrible. That was just it -- it felt so terrible. He hadn't felt this much in weeks.

She hit him again, just above the spot where she'd previously hit. Kit winced again, clenching his fists hard atop her desk. Another one, and the tears streamed down his cheeks. He inhaled through clenched teeth and exhaled hard through his nose with each hit. Sister Jude's kind streak had ended, and she was unrelenting.

Twelve hits later, she finally stopped. Kit was sent back to his room, welted and bruised all over, but hell... at least he felt something.

#Kit Walker #Kit Walker x reader #Kit Walker x you #kit walker x y/n #ahs asylum #myfics #AHS smut #AHS fanfiction #Evan Peters #fanfiction #kit walker fanfiction

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theanimeroom · 1 day

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Hiii, one of isagi being such a cutie and respectful boyfriend BUT then in reader's birthday she wishes "world peace and being fucked by his cute bf" and then good boy isagi let her perv side out 🛐🛐🛐

yes 🫡

bf!isagi yoichi who was terrified of PDA when you two first got together. you assured him that it was fine, the two of you didn’t have to go farther than holding hands or occasional kisses whenever he felt comfortable. he still hesitated every time his fingers laced between yours though, his face turning bright red and his eyes always being unable to meet yours.

he always saw you as his little treasure, and he wanted all eyes away from you because you belong to him <3. he was used to being in the spotlight with his career, but he never wanted to drag you into it. there were probably several talks about making your relationship public, to which you didn’t mind, but isagi didn’t share the same sentiment.

he wanted you to himself, wanted to make sure that no one else even considered trying to make moves on you without having his fangirls trying to pick you apart. he’s a major homebody, believe it or not. whenever nagi or bachira would beg for him to come out he always opted to stay in the house with you, watching movies and eating candy so sweet you swore your teeth should have fallen out by now.

his love for you and natural reclusiveness only skyrocketed the day you opened your eyes to a platter being placed under your nose, the smell of fresh, crispy bacon and toast filling your sensing before you could even register what day it was.

“happy birthday!” his sweet voice was the first thing you got to hear, a sleepy smile stretching across your face. his eyes were big and filled with happiness as he watched you attempt to sit up, rubbing the rest of your fatigue away with your hands. when your breakfast was placed in front of you a small giggle broke through your yawn at the preparations. there were around 8 strips of bacon on the plate, along with scrambled eggs, a couple halves of toast and a blueberry muffin with a little candle wick placed on top. “i made your favorite.”

“did you?” you giggled, feeling your heart swell at the hopeful expression on isagi’s face. your boyfriend was always so sweet, almost sickeningly so sometimes. he was typically all forehead kisses and soft touches, like you were a porcelain doll. even in bed, he preferred making love to anything else, it made him feel like he was appreciating you for all that you were worth. you loved it of course, adored it even. it’s what made you fall in love with him in the first place, but sometimes you couldn’t help but feel like you wanted….more.

you’d seen isagi on the field. you knew the kind of stamina, passion, and drive he had when it came to crushing his opponents, you just wished that sometimes he’d come home and crush you instead.

so when your sweet, innocent, loving boyfriend told you to make a wish on the muffin candle, you didn’t even have to ponder on your wish. leaning in with shielded vision, you spoke your wish with a sly smile on your face. “i wish for world peace and to be fucked by the undeniably hot boyfriend.”

when you looked at your boyfriend, his eyes were as wide as saucers. you were his sweet girl, and he’d never even considered being even remotely rough with you because of it. but alas, there was only so much strength a man could have after hearing that slip from your lips.

and that’s exactly how you ended up here, with your ass angled in the air and your moans muffled by the fabric of your pillowcase. there was one hand pressed against the back of your head, pushing you further into the bed when his other hand held down your arm against your back. your plea’s and moans fell on deaf ears though, the only thing on isagi’s mind being the filth that he’s spewing your way.

“aww, is this what my sweet baby wished for? wanted to be treated like a little slut, huh?” he punctuated his question with a hard thrust, hips flesh against your ass.

you wailed in the pillow, but a broken response didn’t seem to be enough for the man above you. with a brash tug his fingers were in your hair, tugging until your neck was strained and your teary eyes were looking back at him. his thrusts never slowed down still hitting all the spots that’s make you twitch and see those pretty little stars in the corner of your vision. “good little whores are supposed to answer when they’re spoken to, aren’t they?”

“y-yes!!” your voice was strained, body weak from pleasure although you tried to follow his instructions. your body shuffled, trying to push back against him but only receiving a rough slap on the flesh of your ass in response. his fingers dug into the skin as he leaned down, lips grazing the shell of your ear.

the air sent a shiver down your spine, your mind only filled with thoughts of him. his voice was light, the power of his thrusts leaving you both breathless. “my baby seems to be getting a little greedy,” he chuckled, a soft grunt slipping through at the wet patch staining the pillow, a string of drool leaving his eyes rolling to the back of his head. “but since it’s your birthday, i’ll let you off the hook.”

your back arched as isagi bottomed out inside of you, hips flush against your ass, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix. you moaned, trying your hardest to fuck yourself back onto him and chase the tingling feeling that permeated your toes and fingertips. you could barely breathe with the way he was fucking you, and if you weren’t in love with he man before this, you definitely were now.

“you know i love you right, baby?” isagi asked, grinning when you frantically nodded your head. he wasn’t even sure if you’d heard what he said to you, your eyes glazed over and breathing so labored that he laced his fingers in your hair and pulled your face out of the pillow. “you still with me sweet girl?”

“uh huh,” you groaned, pushing your hips back in hopes for him to fuck you more rather than talk. with a chuckle, isagi wrapped a hand around your waist.

“good, because you won’t be in a second,” were the last words he said before forcing his cock in as far as it could go. the sounds of skin against skin reverberated around the room, combined with the broken whimpers coming from you and the occasional moan and groan from isagi.

the knot in your stomach tightened as he prodded that one spot inside of you, causing the muscles in your body tense as your body started to succumb to the pleasure.

“gonna come for me baby?” the man above you asked, landing a harsh smack against the side of your ass. a guttural moan left you at the sensation, the sight of your cunt creaming his cock only causing his pace to quicken. with another smack you were wailing out a positive response, thighs trembling as they tried to keep your body upright. “wanna feel the birthday girl come all over me, you can do that pretty, right?”

isagi didn’t have to say another word, the simple request being all you needed to let the waves of pleasure take over your body with a strangled moan. isagi let out a moan of his own at the way you squeezed around him, fingers digging into the flesh of your ass as he bottomed out, eyes rolling as ropes of come painted your inner walls.

isagi breathed heavily into your ear, the sensation tickling your skin just enough to make you shuffle underneath him.

“mmm baby,” you spoke lowly, turning your head so your face wasn’t plastered into the pillow. the male above you hummed, eyes closed in bliss as he came down from his high. it took you a second before you were able to respond, still trying your hardest to catch your breath. when you did respond though, the words slipped from you with a smile.

“can this be my birthday present every year?”

don’t plagiarize! it’s not nice <3

theanimeroom

#in honor of my birthday being last week #i wil be posting this draft that i’ve been cooking w #my writing skills have gone in the trash since my break i’m #i’m trying to get better 😭😭#not proof read either so sorry for mistakes!#blues asks 💎#blues anons 💙#blue lock smut #blue lock #isagi yoichi #isagi yoichi smut #isagi smut #isagi x reader #blue lock isagi smut

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brainddeadd · 1 day

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Okay, I’ve another request. Reader who is used to being the rock in everyone’s lives. Her friends, her family. And she doesn’t mind. She’s so used to being super helpful and self sacrificing that it’s normal. Like. She legit doesn’t really notice. And then like. Kind of don Chan but like. Non sexual at first? The first time he tells her to do something or not do something like in a slightly stern voice… like maybe she’s picking up something for someone who’s low key a bitch or smth like that. I really don’t know. And at first she goes like. Who dareth speaketh to me like that but then she melts and she realises she likes being told what to do but like obv tries to cover it up and get fake annoyed? Ik this is super chaotic but I hope u get my drift a bit… and then maybe— acquaintances to lovers and maybe a more… sexual and general setting? Like she, who dominates every aspect of life wants to be an absolute slave to everything he says.

Bang Chan x f!reader

Cafe worker's and university students! AU.

fluff, suggestive, dom-sub dynamics (mostly sfw and slight nsfw)

I'm so sorry that it took me so long to get to this one.

You're officially 💋 anon.

Bang Chan is annoying.

Well.. no, that's not entirely true.

He's sweet, and kind, and caring, and always make sure you're eating well, drinking enough water, not working too hard without taking breaks. He often messages you over the weekend or on your days off to see how your studies are going, asking if you're taking breaks.

He brings you little things; chocolate he knows you like or your favourite drink, passing them to you with a nonchalant smile, going about his day.

But you're not used to people wanting to take care of you, much less without asking for something in return. You keep waiting for the ball to drop, for him to ask something of you, expect something, think he's entitled to something. But it never happens.

It's been months, and Chan never asks a thing of you. Simply asks how you are, and moves on.

It's gone from little, friendly moments of caring, to moments full of lingering touches and glances that last too long, both of you wanting to say more, but never taking the leap.

That's how you end up here, sitting with him outside the cafe, watching the sunset after you've both finished for the day.

You're trying to work up the courage to ask him for something. For help.

"Chan," he can see the hesitation on your face, and he wants to tell you that you can ask him anything, but he stays quiet, waiting for you to work through your thoughts. "I need your help."

"What do you need?" His Aussie accent is thicker than normal, but you don't think much of it, too in your head to process it.

"I- My sink, it's- tap-" you sigh, head falling to your hands. "Fuck-"

"Your sink is broken and you need help to fix it?" Of course he knows. Translates the mess in your brain to actual words and verbalises it. Nodding, he smiles and takes you hand in his, telling you to lead the way.

You fall into a pattern then, coming to him when you need help doing something that you can't fix yourself, knowing he'll be there to do it for you.

"She wants you to what?" He's frowning, arms crossed over his chest, and you can't help but let your eyes wander over his muscles.

"Plan her party." You shrug, like it's no big deal, but Chan's not having it.

"No." His voice is stern and you frown at him. He sighs.

"Look, I can't tell you what to do, but she's a bitch and has never and will never do anything nice for you." He moves closer, hands unfolding and resting at his sides. "You could be on fire, and she wouldn't attempt to put it out."

"And who would?!" You know you shouldn't be so annoyed, but the way he ordered you not to, and the way your body reacted to his command are freaking you out. He frowns again, leaning down to your height.

"I would." He presses his forehead to yours. "I would, and you know it."

You nod, hands reaching for his and he immediately takes you into his arms.

"Chan-" He nudges his nose against yours.

"Tell me if you want this to stop, if you don't want this."

"I want this." You whisper. "I want you."

His eyes close, and he leans into press a gentle kiss to your lips, hands grazing your sides. You lean into him, pulling him close and sink into his hold.

Too quickly for your liking, he pulls away, but keep his arms around you.

"Let me take you on a date?" Nodding, you lean into him again, but he pulls back even further, stepping out of reach. "Go get changed. I'll pick you up at 7."

Chan leaves you standing in shock, body buzzing from his touch and mind running with new information, you rush to get ready, hands shaking from excitement.

He spends the whole date with his hand on your back, gently guiding you to the car, helping you in and out, guiding you through the restaurant.

He guides you back to his car, hand on your back, and your body relaxes into his touch, lets him move you as he pleases, and your mind wanders to all the ways he could move you and mold you to his liking.

"Wanna come in?" It's a bold question, but you mean it, in whatever way he wants it.

"You sure?" You know what he's really asking.

"I'm sure."

#bang chan x reader #bang chan smut #bang chan fluff #stray kids x reader #stray kids smut #stray kids fluff #° braindead writes #° braindead answers

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Sterek fic recs: Fake Dating AU Edition

Because @oldefashioned requested a fake dating rec list, here it is. These are all very funny, as fake dating fics ought to be, so I hope you get a good laugh out of it.

1. Not Your Disney Romance by Wrennefer (Wrenegadeone)

After a long-forgotten agreement of an arranged marriage between Derek and the daughter of another pack's alpha resurfaces, Stiles takes it upon himself to become the most amazing fake fiancé that a clueless, desperate alpha werewolf could wish for.

Notes: Domestic pack, my beloved. Stiles and Derek are precious here, I LOVE THEM!! The visiting pack, not so much, but who cares about them?? It's all pretty lighthearted, all things considered. It's completed.

2. Electricity In the Contact by ladyblahblah

In which Derek has been invited to the Greater Pacific Northwest Alpha Symposium (that's not what it's called, Stiles, stop saying that), and showing up unattached would mean an arranged marriage. When the rest of the pack objects, he agrees to let Stiles come along to pose as his mate. Derek is reasonably sure that he's not going to make it out of this weekend alive.

Notes: Werewolf convention fics are so good! I actually haven't found all that many, considering how common a trope it is, and it's a tragedy because they're always so well done! This one is no exception, and the mini-world building is also great! It's completed.

3. can’t be hateful, gotta be grateful by HalfFizzbin

"Be cool, Dad, we've decided to con Grandma." (Or, the one where the Stilinski men drag Derek to Thanksgiving dinner at Grandma's and she gets the right wrong idea.)

Notes: this one is just *cheff´s kiss* wonderful! It's all pretty domestic and the humor is on point. College student Stiles and the Sheriff are strong armed into spending Thanksgiving with Stiles' grandma, and they find nothing better than to bring Derek with them. Pining and misunderstandings ensue and thus comes the fake dating. It's completed.

4. Gravity’s Got Nothing on You by zosofi

“Three weeks,” Derek says. “Still don’t want to,” Stiles says. “I’ll pay you,” Derek says, and that… that has Stiles interested. Alf’s Antique’s may be a great job, but it’s not a high-paying job, and half of Stiles’s tuition is coming from financial aid, so… “How much,” Stiles asks, “are we talking here? Because I know your family, dude. And it’ll be kind of awkward after.“ “My family thinks you’re some sort of fucking gift to the world,” Derek seethes, like he’s jealous, “they’ll probably be pissed at me when we break it off, so don’t worry about that. Five hundred bucks.” “A thousand,” Stiles says, because screw ethics. Also, the Hale family is loaded. Derek can deal.

Notes: this had such a chokehold on me when I first read it. Absolutely wonderful. Enemies to lovers?? Maybe. Assholes to assholes-in-love, is a better descriptor. There's werewolves, and magic, and it's awesome! It's completed.

5. He’s Not Mine by Sonnee

Derek comes home to find an abandoned werebaby on his front porch and Stiles volunteers to help him out. Surprisingly, that is just the beginning of his problems.

Notes: again, it's all very domestic, like most fake dating fics ought to be. It's a kid fic, Sterek are mates, we have all the love. Not much else I can think to add... it's completed.

6. Real life isn’t a movie (life doesn’t make narrative sense) by dearericbittle (dutchmoxie)

Somehow accidentally insulting a hot guy in a coffee shop leads to pretending to be his boyfriend in front of a house full of werewolves. Stiles Stilinski is living his best life and making the most of his Hallmark movie moment.

Notes: this one had me cracking up because it's so funny! Stiles is living his best life, for real. Derek... suffers. But it's okay, because he gets a boyfriend out of this whole thing! They are disgustingly sweet in that assholish way they have. It's completed.

7. You look like my next mistake by Vendelin

“So, are you dating someone new? Someone who doesn’t mind that you’re frigid?” Kate cocks her head to the side, smiling as though she just asked him about where he bought his shoes. His entire body sighs in defeat as his shoulders grow square. Just as he opens his mouth, someone comes up to stand beside him, snaking an arm around his shoulders. When he glances to his side, expecting to see Isaac, his brain seems to malfunction. Because it isn’t Isaac. It’s Stiles Stilinski, the lacrosse talent of the year, a senior who Derek has seen multiple times from far away, but never ever talked to. In which Derek is a nerd jock, and Stiles is a frat guy, and Derek falls for him even though he knows he shouldn't.

Notes: this one had me HOWLING it's so good!! Frat boy Stiles, my beloved. It's technically not fake dating because it turns into an actual relationship pretty quickly, but it starts as fake dating so I'll take it. Stiles is an absolute sweetheart in this one, I love him! And Derek is shy, and insecure, but he's so great, and everyone gets a happy ending except Kate, which is always a good thing. It's completed.

8. All’s Fair In Orgasms and War by bleepobleep

AVN BREAKING NEWS-- DIAMOND VISTA RIDGE BREAKS HIS CONTRACT WITH HALE HOUSE "We haven't seen much of our favorite rock hard stud from Hale House ever since that indie twink dethroned him as champion in Orgasm Wars, but it's just been confirmed that Diamond will no longer be working for the legendary studio famous for producing some of our favorite werewolf-on-human works. Don't fret, Diamond fans, it looks like he's been spotted cozying up to True Alpha Studios! Apparently he couldn't get enough of that one human and then followed him home. Could it be true love? Keep your eye on this studio-- us at AVN think we're about to get a lot more of Diamond in a very new way!" ~ The one in which (almost) everyone is a porn star, and Derek just wants to curl up with his fluffy blanket and watch the Hallmark channel, but work and falling in love gets in the way.

Notes: okay but is this fake dating? Maaaaaybe. It's kinda complicated. Basically everyone here is a porn star and the pack has this studio where they cater to werewolves and have a whole thing about established relationships, which is where the fake dating comes up. It's surprisingly very fluffy, considering this is a porn au, and Derek is the softest goober in this one. Stiles is completely enamoured. It's completed.

9. Wanted from the You Are series by Asterekmess (Livinginfiction)

With the Hale pack finally settled and safe, it only makes sense that something would happen to screw it all up. To top it all off, Stiles has to pretend to be Derek's mate, or face a pack of angry Alphas. He's doomed.

Notes: Alright so this series is wonderful. The world building done for the Alpha pack is also great, and that's the center of the second part (which has the fake dating). I do recommend reading the first part before jumping on to Wanted because it is a direct continuation. Also, it's an amazing au! It's completed.

10. For Love is Not Ours to Command by weathervaanes

Where Derek's skills at thinking on his feet mean that he and Stiles have to act. For the sake of Stiles' dad, of course, for the sake of the pack. No personal interest interference at all, whatsoever. Right. -0- “Why does my dad say that you and your boyfriend are a bad influence on me?” “What?” “Yeah, what boyfriend? Dude, you are not allowed to not tell me crap like this. You didn't think I'd like be a douchebag or something. Right?” “No, wait, what? I have no boyfriend.” “He says you were with him at the police station.” Stiles blinks. “Uhm. Oh shit.”

Notes: Stiles just wanted to find dirt on Raphael McCall to blackmail him. Somehow, he got himself a whole ass boyfriend. It's complicated. That's it, that's the fic. It's completed.

11. Stiles Stilinski, Boyfriend Extraordinaire by MareLoup

“Beacon County Sheriff's Department, this is deputy Mahealani speaking.” “Oh thank god!” “Stiles?” “I, uh, I need some advice.” “Advice?” “Yeah. So, hypothetically, say you met your boyfriend’s mother and sister for the first time ever. Completely by accident. In the grocery store. And they convinced you to help them make a dinner to surprise aforementioned boyfriend when he got home after work. What would you do?” Danny paused, and then, “Stiles, you don’t have a boyfriend.” “That’s not the point! And I said hypothetically.” “Stiles...what are you doing right now?” *** Stiles never imagined he’d be in Derek’s kitchen cooking a surprise dinner with Derek’s family while they waited for Derek to get home from work. Partly because their visit was a complete surprise. But mostly because Stiles didn’t have a boyfriend. Or even know who Derek was. But he’d already come this far and Papa didn’t raise no quitter!

Notes: this is to date one of my favorite Sterek fics. I laughed so much while reading this, I'm not even joking. The whole thing is a comedy of errors gone right. Stiles somehow finds himself pretending to be Derek's boyfriend, only he has no idea who Derek even is and why his family knows Stiles at all. His inner monologue is one of the funniest I've read, and his slow descent into (good natured) madness is wonderful. It's completed.

12. Love Like An Ache In The Jaw by Anonymous

“So let me get this straight,” The sheriff massages his temples, “You found a magic book, and performed a magic spell that has backfired and magically bound you to Derek Hale, rendering you both in agony if you’re not in the same room.” Derek and Stiles exchange a look. “Um. Yes.” Stiles says sheepishly. “Right. And just to be clear, when we’re talking agony… exactly how agonizing is the agony?” Derek clears his throat. “Sir, I’ve had a pole stabbed through my chest and held there for an hour. This was… similar.” - In which boredom, magic and dumbassery come together to produce a Christmas miracle slash disaster. Oh, and Stiles' grandmother who knows absolutely nothing about the supernatural happens to be in town. Oops.

Notes: another hilarious one. Stiles does Stiles things and ends up magically bound to Derek. No one is amused except Stiles' grandmother, who's having the time of her life, here. It's completed!

#fake dating #fake dating aus are great #and sterek has this natural chemistry that makes it even better #derek hale #stiles stilinski #fic recs #fic rec #sterek #sterek fic recs #eternal sterek #eternalsterek #teen wolf #ao3

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restinslices · 19 hours

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Can I request a scenario where the lin kuei brothers, after rescuing the reader from an enemy who was torturing the reader, react to the hijacked!reader(idk, if you read/watched the hunger games especially mockingjay, if you didn't then hijacking in hunger games is a form brainwashing involving the venom of tracker-jackers(mutated wasps whose venom can cause hallucinations and can painfully kill a person) to alter the memories of a person in a negative manner), who reacts violently towards them and bring afraid of them, calling them a monster and verbally berating them.

I haven’t seen those movies in years but I watched some videos and looked at the wiki so I hope I got it right! I also added a Drabble for everyone as a “my bad” cause I took so long.

Also it is 5:09pm. The danger time (look at previous post. Weather shit) is until 7pm. I’m hoping we stay fine but bitch it’s raining and I hear thunder and saw lightning. Send help😭

Bitch I’m proof reading and my lights flickered-

Anger is much easier and better to feel than sadness or grief, so he forces himself to feel that instead

The second he realizes that you've been taken by enemies, he's in a rage

He's visibly more angry and harsh towards everyone

He hardly sleeps or lets himself relax because that means he's not looking for you

Someone could take a break to sit and he's asking why they aren't doing anything to help

Once you're found he's relieved and wants to see you immediately

All that stress slips from his shoulders when he sees that you're alive and safe

That stress is immediately dumped back on his shoulders when instead of pulling him into a hug, you run at him and wrap your hands around his throat

As you can imagine, he has no problem pushing you off, but he's thrown so off guard because why would he ever expect you to attack him?

You don't come to your senses and his confusion rises when you attack him again by jumping on him and trying to strangle him again

If you weren't trying to murder him, he'd be impressed with how you hang on despite how many times he's hit you

Having to knock you out takes a lot out of him mentally. I mean, come on y'all. You were missing for so long and instead of hugging and loving each other when you finally saw each other, you attacked him like a wild animal and he actually had to defend himself

When he's told what Hijacking is, all that anger comes back

Some sick fuck took you from him, tortured you in various ways and managed to change your memories to something negative. How could he not be angry? They destroyed you with such precision. It was sick.

Bi-Han is advised not to see you again. Anyone could guess that he wouldn't listen

He had hope that maybe you just needed rest, but that didn't seem to work

You forgot you were strapped down and tried to run at him again. You fussed with your straps in an attempt to get free and yelled in frustration

Bi-Han doesn't know what to say. In an attempt to comfort you, he says “we'll fix you”

“There's always something wrong with me, isn't there?” You sneered with resentment.

He kept talking to you and it seemed like no memory was left safe. Every single memory was tainted. The image of him was tainted. Why? Why did this have to happen to someone as kind as you? Why not to him? Or, as dick head-ish it sounded, a random Lin Kuei member?

All his efforts go to finding a way to reverse it. And I can see him being angry at Liu Kang because he can't reverse it. It fuels a resentment he already holds for him

“Grandmaster, I have been instructed to not let you in this room” a Lin Kuei member said in his best stern voice. Bi-Han didn't have time for this. He had just been informed that somehow Liu Kang couldn't save you, which made absolutely no sense to him. Liu Kang, this powerful god that created the universe itself couldn't fix this one person in the universe? Someone who deserved to be saved the most out of everyone?

“Your Grandmaster didn't give you this order, did I?”. The Lin Kuei swallowed hard and tried to stammer something out, but Bi-Han pushed him out the way and went inside the formally blocked room.

You looked over at him, still with hate in your eyes. Your brows were low, your mouth in a deep frown, your arms and legs strapped to the bed. Your face was less bruised than it was when you first arrived, so he guessed he was thankful for that.

“You look like shit” you said.

“I've been worried about you” he answered honestly.

“Bullshit. You lie. You always lie”

“Who told you that?” he stepped closer to you although he knew he shouldn't. “Our enemies made you think this. They lied to you. They tortured you because they knew it'd hurt me. Because I love you”. He wasn't sure he's loved anyone as much as he loves you. But you wouldn't believe him. You kept saying he was lying and you had no idea how much it killed him to see you, but not have you.

You stared at him blankly while thinking. You smirked at him and motioned for him to come even closer. He didn't though. The various wounds he had kept him from keeping hope of you changing.

“Do you think your father let out a sigh of relief when he realized he was dying and getting away from you? Your mother as well? Being around you is the worst torture imaginable and I can't wait until I'm set free too”.

Kuai Liang vows that he'll find and bring you back home no matter what

He's also uneasy and on edge the entire time

No stone is left unturned. He's checking every possible area and is suspicious of everyone

He knows you'll have some sort of trauma, so when you're found, he tries to give you space

Just enough time for doctors to look you over

When he visits you the last thing he expects is for you to do is scream and try to get away from him

He tries to get closer to you and comfort you but you keep screaming and accusing him of trying to hurt you

He's confused. He would never do such a thing to you. He hardly even play fought with you because he was so worried about him accidentally hurting you

You keep clinging to the doctors and yelling at him to stay away

He just doesn't understand how something like this can happen. He keeps trying to comfort you but you're terrified of him

He has to be dragged out because he doesn't wanna leave at all

When he's told what's happened to you he's confused how this is even possible and he wonders if he can ever get you back

It's not necessarily just “I want my partner back”. It's also “they didn't deserve to have their light taken away”

You stay terrified of him so he tries to stay away from you

He checks in when you're sleep and he peeks at you when you're not paying attention

A two way mirror is a way to watch you as well

Honestly he'd rather have you angry at him than afraid of him

You look so broken and shaken and it's killing him

The same way he vowed to find you is the same way he vows to save you

Meanwhile he has other people talk to you for him. He's trying to see if maybe someone else can make you realize that he's not some monster that you've been brainwashed to believe

It doesn't seem to work, but he keeps trying. He refuses to give up on you.

Kuai Liang was warned that this could possibly be a bad idea, but he didn't care. What was he supposed to do? Not try? Just let you sit and rot? No. Maybe he didn't have any magical abilities that could cure you, but he could still try.

He watched through the 2 way mirror as Tomas approached you. You were a lot nicer to him and more comfortable around him. As bad as it sounded, it made him feel awful that Tomas was your comfort instead of him.

Tomas tried to ease you into a conversation about Kuai Liang and he watched you tense and sit up. Did you think he was going to rush in and attack you? No. There had to be some parts of you still in there.

“Kuai Liang isn't a bad person. You've been lied to-”

“He killed your family”.

Tomas cleared his throat, uncomfortable. “Kuai Liang was too young to-”

“They’re all killers!” You snapped. “They'll kill me! He'll kill me! Did he send you in here to weaken me?!” You looked around the room in fear and Kuai Liang stupidly ran in there to comfort you as a reflex.. He realized his mistake when he caught your eye and you fell out of your bed trying to get away.

“HE'S HERE!” You screeched like a banshee and crawled to the farthest wall. “HE'S HERE! HE'S HERE!”. Tomas gripped Kuai Liang’s shoulders and pushed him away. He knew he shouldn't have been in there, but a part of him still fought back against the younger man.

“GET AWAY! GET AWAY FAST! HE'S HERE! HE'S HERE! HE'LL HURT ME!” You kept screaming and clawed at your face.

Tomas closed the door in Kuai Liang’s face with a remorseful look. The man stayed there and listened to you scream and destroy things around you. He didn't move or cover his ears. He deserved to listen. It was his punishment for not finding you in time.

This is gonna sound bad, but when you go missing, he already assumes you're dead

Hope for the best but prepare for the worst type shit

He's no stranger to death and obviously he doesn't WANT you to be dead, but he prepares himself for if that's the case

Don't think he's not searching tho. He’s always looking for you. He's not even eating

When they find you he's so relieved

He has the doctors tell him how you are because as much as he wants to see you, he knows he gotta let them do their job

He feels so bad because all the reports he's getting are terrible. Each bruise he's told about shatters him

He brings flowers when he's finally allowed to visit you

When you attack him he's thrown completely off guard

He doesn't even really defend himself at first because he's never had to defend himself from you

At first he thinks you're angry with him because he failed to protect you. When he's told what really happened, he wished it was the first one instead

He blames himself for not protecting you, so he'd understand that

You being tortured and your memories being toyed with? It was terrible. He'd say he wished the tables were turned and he was tortured, but he'd never want you to feel how he feels

He keeps trying to communicate with you but you keep screaming and trying to kill him

Honestly he'd deal with all of that without any complaints. He just keeps being told it's not a good idea and not good for your recovery

The insults, the foul language, the physical attacks, none of it hurts as much as the knowledge that there's a possibility he won't get you back

He has gifts sent to you but never says it's from him

He has old pictures sent to you too hoping that it'll spark something

He'll keep trying to save you even if it kills him

Tomas’ heart thumped hard and rapidly in his chest as he walked to your room, bouquet in hand. He knew flowers wouldn't solve whatever happened to you, but he hoped it'd cheer you up somewhat. He had finally been allowed to visit you after what felt like forever and while he wasn't happy to see how bad you looked, he was happy to see you alive.

He pushed the door open and your frame came into view. Bandages covered the bruises on your face and body, but thankfully you had showered since you arrived. He hoped feeling clean gave you a sense of relief or peace. He just hoped you felt better.

You saw Tomas and your brows furrowed- no. That couldn't be. You wouldn't look at him like… nah.

“Tomas?” You said.

“It's me”. He turned to set the flowers down and immediately heard people yelling your name. He turned, scared he'd see you having some sort of medical complication. What he didn't expect was to feel you shove him against the wall then onto the ground.

“MUTT! POISONOUS MUTT!”. He screamed as he felt something pierce his shoulder. It was a scissor. He hadn't even seen you grab it. How were you that fast and why were you doing this?

“Stop!” he shouted. You stared at him with loathing and hatred, which was something he couldn't wrap his head around. He winced when you pulled the scissor out.

He blocked you from stabbing him in the chest. You looked angered and pushed on your hand to try and stab him. “What's wrong with you?” he whispered, his eyes wide in fright.

The scissor was ripped from your hand and you were pulled off him by multiple doctors and others who heard the commotion. He got to his feet and watched as you kept trying to break free from their grip.

“MUTT! POISONOUS MUTT!” You repeated. “HE KILLED HIS FAMILY! HE'LL LEAD US TO OUR DEMISE! POISON! TOXIC!I HAVE TO KILL HIM!” You screeched and kept struggling. He held his bloodied shoulder in disbelief.

What had happened to you?

Once again, apologies it took so long. My writing break was timed POORLY

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Oh, Author. To be in your presence (asks) one again is such a delight. With you and your divine power (writing)... Will you care to bless this lady by fulfilling her simple request? 🙏

Upon your Sub!König revelation (headcanon), a thought - a need - has been lingering in my mind for far too long. According to the scripture, it has mentioned König loves to be financially dominated. If this is true, grant us with the vision of Reader purchasing the best and the most expensive items - cough, toys and lingerie, cough - in the market as some sort of surprise for König. But it comes off as shocking news to him when he finds out whose is it for... It isn't meant for Reader at all. It's all meant for him. I am quite sure we know what ensues next: Our supposedly intimidating giant in lingerie, being teased and pleasured by toys 🤭

Sigh, what a sight to behold. A sight I shall engrave in my mind. Oh, and to add a little bit of a personal spice preference: Konig addresses Dom!Reader as "Meisterin (Mistress)".

Why such an absurd request? Unfortunately, I have quite the fascination for pathetic submissive men. And what better candidate to push into such abyss but our man König 😮‍💨🤌

Anyway, breaking out of my weird, poor attempt at formal speech. I hope you have a great day/night ahead and have been recovering from the pain you mentioned before 🫂 Take plenty of rest, stay hydrated and eat well, alright? Here's plenty of love that hopefully breaks your device screen and ends up san mothering you: ❤️💕💞💓💗🩷💖💝

You're so sweet🩷 Thank you for wishing me well! I also love how you wrote this hahaha

Submissive König is such a baby girl. I always think of this artist work! @ marndraws on twitter😮‍💨 They draw amazing sub/soft König.

A Little Treat (fem)

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>cw: fem/afab, bondage, toys, oral, sub/dom

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While sitting at his desk in the office, his phone goes off. The ringtone he has set only for you. He pushes himself back from the desk to check the message.

“Send $1,000🩷,”

König can’t help but to smile and he sends you 2k and text back, “I sent extra just in case. Love you.”

Standing in the middle of a high-end sex shop, you look down at your phone and smile. König is always so sweet. You walk forward to a classic maid outfit on the rack inspecting it. A kind woman wearing a black suit comes over with a kind smile.

“May I help you in any way?”

“Yes, actually. Do you carry this in XXXL?”

Once you get home, König hears the car pull up. He quickly abandons his work to rush downstairs and assist you. His eyes land on you ask you wait for him inside the car. In a hurry, he opens the driver’s door for you, holding his hand out to help you out.

“The bags are in the back seat.” You say as he kisses your hand.

“I’ll grab them.” König lets go of your hand and grabs four bags out of the back. His eyes widen as he sees where the bags are from. Excitement rushes through his body. “Liebling, what do you have planned for tonight?”

A small smirk crosses your lips. “You’ll see.”

You walk ahead of König as you both enter the house. Going straight upstairs to the bedroom, you sit on the bed as he places the bags on top of your shared dresser. His eyes gloss over you as he walks to you.

“May I kiss you?”

“Yes.” You turn your head up for him as he leans down and kisses your lips tenderly.

“Danke…” His voice was low as he pulls away from the kiss; looking at you with such adoring eyes.

“Are you ready to see what I got?”

“Ja, absolutely.”

“Sit.” You stand and walk over to the bags and bring them to him.

König sits wide eyed as you pull out a riding crop. He can feel his dick tingle slightly, thinking of your ass jiggling once he hits it. Then a pair of handcuffs; his eyebrows raise in surprise. He continues to watch as you pull out many types of toys and his cock gets hard. Then you hold up a maid’s outfit…clearly not in your size. He tilts his head.

“You’ve been such a good boy lately; I want to treat you.”

“Das ist für mich?”

“All for you.” You say, holding the outfit out to him. “Try it on.”

He stands slowly and grabs the outfit. You sit on the bed opening the packaging to some toys as he gets dressed. König stands there looking at himself in the mirror. His muscles bulging in the tight outfit.

Stepping out of the bedroom, König sees you fully undressed. His jaw drops as he looks up and down your body.

“You look so hot König.”

He blushes and looks down at his own body before bashfully looking back up at you. “Ja?”

“Yes… come here.”

He walks to stand in front of you, his pale blue eyes gazing down at you. You reach up to caress his body, feeling his muscles underneath the fabric of the outfit. A hand dropping down to go under the skirt of the outfit, grabbing his hard cock.

“My handsome boy…” The words leave in a whisper as you walk around him, grabbing the cuff and placing them on his wrist.

You turn and walk to the bed, beckon him to follow you. The giant war criminal listens to you, no questions asked. “Bend over.”

He bends over the bed. His muscular ass showing from underneath the skirt of the maid’s outfit. You rub your hand over his ass before spanking lightly. Reaching for the riding crop, you step back and lightly tap his ass. No reaction. You reach back further and hit him with it again. He jumps slightly before letting out a nervous chuckle.

“Are you okay?”

“Ja.”

“Yes what?” You hit him again. A small red mark appearing on his pale skin.

“Ja Meisterin.”

“That’s my good boy.” You spank him a few more times. Reaching down, you grasp his balls and tug on them slightly before spanking him again. His body jumping slightly, making you giggle as you spank him once more.

“Who owns you?”

“You do, Meisterin.” The tone of his voice so tender.

“Good boy. Now lay on your back for me.” He maneuvers himself further onto the bed, rolling on to his back as he waited for your next move.

You go through one of the bags and find tape, nipple clamps, and a small pink vibrator. In one hand you hold the items and walk to the bed. With one finger you begin to flick his nipples, getting them hard. Once his pink nipples were erect, you place the clamps on them.

König winced slightly, but then bit his lower lip. “My little pain slut.” You giggle as you tug on the chain connected to the clamps. Standing off the bed, you walk around it, lightly hitting his abdomen with the riding prop.

König’s eyes are following your every move, watching as you walk in front of him and lift the skirt again, exposing his erection. Your hand wraps around it and begins to stroke his cock every so slightly. Spitting on it to lubricate it. König lets out shuttered breaths as you so this, the tip of his cock leaking even more precum.

Letting go, you get the small vibrator out, turning it on the first setting, then rubbing it on the underside of his cock’s head. His eyes go wide as he feels the vibration. He’s never tried touching himself with a toy before.

“You have to tell me which setting you like best.” You say as you switch through all five settings. On the third quick burst of vibrations, you see König begin to twitch.

“Tha- that one.” He manages to get out. “Bitte meine Meisterin.”

“Perfect.” The tape was easy to pull as you begin to wrap it around his boner, securing the vibrator to him. His legs twitch as he closes his eyes. A firm hand reaching down, grasping his jaw. “Open your eyes.”

He listens, his eyes instantly falling to your breasts. His mind fuzzy with the overwhelming sensation he is feeling right now. Without breaking your eye contact, you climb up on to the bed and staddle his abdomen. You begin to grind your wet cunt along his solid belly, covering him in your arousal. A moan escaping your lips as König watches you do this with an intense gaze.

“Are you ready to eat my pussy?”

“Please Meisterin, please let me taste your pussy.”

“You’re being such a good boy.” Your legs move up until your lingering over his face, but facing to you can see his body. “Rub your nose in it.”

König uses his strong core to lean up and bury his aquiline nose deep into your pussy; taking in a deep breath as he does. Your smell is like candy to him, he can’t get enough. Slowly his tongue comes out and begins to lick between your pink folds. Thick globs of your creamy arousal being scooped up by his tongue.

In response you begin to rock your hips, matching his rhythm. Fingers going through his hair and pulling tightly. “Just like that.”

You lean forward and begin to stroke the shaft of him cock, his hips beginning to buck up into your hand rapidly. “Someone wants to cum…” You tease, feeling his head nod underneath you as he moans into your cunt.

“Will you cum for me?”

His hips begin to thrust quicker into your hand as his moans become louder. His tongue movements less precise and more erratic, like he is only focused on getting a taste and not actual pleasure for you.

“Good boy, cum for master.”

You lead forward so your ass if hoovering over his face instead of sitting on it. His balls tighten as his cock throbs. He tries his hardest to put his face back into your pussy while he cums, but you don’t give him that satisfaction. Toes curling as you leave him with only the view of your tight ass hole and creamy cunt.

His cock shoots out cum, the thick creamy cum falling on to your hand and his abdomen.

“Oh fuck!” König moans loudly. The vibration on the tip of his now extremely sensitive head was driving him wild. “Please, it’s too much now.”

A mischievous smirk crosses your face as you sit back down on his face. “Cum again for me."

#konig #konig x reader #könig #konig cod #konig x y/n #könig x reader #konig smut #könig smut #könig cod #könig mw2 #konig x you #x reader #konig x reader smut #cod smut #smut #könig call of duty #cod konig

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doublel27 · 3 days

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I’m still having a lot of Only Boo thoughts (I am maybe watching todays episode again.)

@respectthepetty I know you’re not at home, so don’t read the rest of the post, or watch the series until you’re ready, but the colors continue to color.

In particular, I’m thinking about the magic of Blue Boys and how once they accept what they feel, the devotion just gets to truly shine.

Kang accepting his feelings for Moo and telling his mom and Neth as well as making it clear that he’s interested in Moo, has opened up a much more attentive and flirtatious side of Kang. The boy is a week out of the closet and has his flirt skills up to 110%. He’s got his hands on Moo in almost every scene, he’s got gifts (the reveal of what he made in his ceramics class with Shone was just 😍) and he is an active participant in Moo’s whims. He’s just very solid. And when he flirts fully with Moo, even Moo can barely handle it. The sucking the sauce off of his thumb and saying “it’s clean now!” Unhinged. I loved it.

Speaking of Shone, I loved the resolution. Shone took his shot and as I had expected, Kang never saw it coming. It’s very telling in the reveal that what Shone made as a plate for Kang but Kang was making a plate for Moo. He was focused on Moo, that he never saw Shone. Shone is also a direct flirter, although much more subdued than Moo. Kang lets Shone down with honesty and kindness and it’s just a very respectful conversation. I adored it.

Moo is full force toward all his dreams, which leads to a very ADHD disaster of staying up to write a song about Kang because he can’t sleep, and he oversleeps at his desk and flies into full ADHD panic and it causes problems. I love they they’re not ignoring this part of Moo.

Keen was fantastic at navigating Moo’s many moods in this episode that swung in and out from his usual cheerful and hopeful self as he navigated the many various relationships in his life. He does a wonderful job of doing the internal work that you can tell how his thoughts shift and it changes the mood. Specifically the conversation with Yos about Tae I’ve watched three times.

Speaking of Tae and Yos, Yos continues to be attacked by various moments that are so close to the life he desperately wants with Tae, but are not romantic. Today we felt each others hearts, fed each other, and gave each other carrot hearts. But that’s not the only flirting Yos gets this episode. The famous Jang (played by the always devastatingly attractive Louis Thanawin) gives Yos encouragement and a candy and the light is so soft. I am also here for this. (GMMTV you could solve all of my problems by giving me an idol throuple in this teen idol show, but you’re not that brave.)

Tae shows some real growth in this episode. Yes his anxiety gets in his way and he loses his temper, but he decides not to go out with a girl and ends up eating with Yos instead. I loved his choice not to throw himself at another girl in the face of disappointment and the apology to Moo is very sweet.

Oh and the end!! Moo showing up despondent to Kang’s evening shop because he didn’t get in which means he can’t ask Kang to be his boyfriend and will have to move abroad, and Kang in a deep wine color (red/purple…red with blue mixed in), reminds Moo that he is right there, he’s not going anywhere and they have time together now. It was just so lovely the way he very seriously pulled out one of Moo’s games from earlier to ask Moo to be his boyfriend and then is waiting to kiss him on the lips until he graduates.

Which leaves us firmly in boyfriends era. What lurks on the horizon? A second chance at stardom…but also the baggage that comes with that. Me thinks our third act problem is going to have to do with one of the fatal flaws that dog all Blue Boys…martyrdom.

#only boo #only boo the series #kangmoo #mookang #taeyos #potaepayos #louis thanawin #the colors mean things #color coded boys in love

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cottagec0relover21 · 15 hours

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hii!! i first wanted to say that you're doing well and taking care of yourself :) could i request headcanons for chilchuck from delicious in dungeon where the reader is kind of like the bard of the party? and maybe they stay up late writing songs and chil ends up saying up with them? you can do what you like with it other than that but i like sharing ideas (and i love chilchuck :3) i hope you have a good day!! 💜💚

Hiii! I'm so happy to get a request, I forgot how exciting it was to open my askbox and read that someone wanted me to write them something (can you tell youre the first one yet?). I know you asked for headcannons, but I got carried away and ended up making it a fic I believe, by the way I wrote it. I still hope you like it! If not I'll try my best to specifically do headcannons next time if you ask 🌸✨️ (also have a good day too)

"Late Night Songs"

[Chilchuck Tims x Bard!reader]

Warnings: none - gn!bard!reader - fluff

Being the bard of the group was rather hard. Why? Well, writing songs and seeing if they ended up sounding good wasn't easy. (y/n) needed a lot of creativity for that. Luckily for them, they had a source for it: Chilchuck.

Yes, that guy in their group everyone treated like a child sometimes just because of his height. And while it was very adorable, yes, (y/n) saw a lot of depth in his personality.

Tonight they had decided to stay up, which many might say was not a good idea considering the fact they were exploring a dungeon. But they didn't care, they wanted to write, to compose something new.

And so they stared at the sheet of paper in front of them, their instrument by their side as they sat away from the fire so as to not bother or wake up the rest.

Entranced in their thoughts, they didn't notice when Chilchuck stirred in his bedroll to then wake up with a huff at the inability of going back to sleep, sitting up and looking at the fire that had not gone out yet.

That's when with his amplified hearing, he heard the sound of a pen writing down on a paper.

He looked behind him and found (y/n), sitting rather far from them. When had they woken up? Or had they not been able to sleep at all? What were they writing that was so important at this time?

All those questions filled his head as he got up slowly, trying to not make much noise for everyone's sake.

(y/n) raised their head at the sound of rustling and found their muse, standing up and looking at them, now approaching. He rubbed the sleep off of his eyes as he walked to them and sat by their side. —What are you doing up so late?— His groggy voice asked softly.

—I'm trying to write a song, or to at least think of a new melody, but I can't seem to come up with anything— they said as they looked at him, noticing a sleepy smile.

Chilchuck sighed, looking at the rest of the party, all in a deep sleep. —Well I can't seem to fall sleep anymore, I'm really not comfortable with how hard the floor feels today. Mind if I stay up with you?— He took a quick peek at the paper, but saw nothing written. They really had some artistic block, huh?

(y/n) smiled at their question, excited to finally be able to spend some peaceful time alone with him— Not at all, you might help inspire my new song in fact— they winked, and Chilchuck felt his heart leap in his chest at the gesture. He really hoped the darkness of the night helped hide the embarrassment in his face. It was a simple wink, what was wrong with him? he thought, shaking his head.

He chuckled softly, his gaze moving away from them for a moment in embarrassment— Don't say those things— he rubbed the back of his neck— thank you though, it's... flattering— he admitted with a sheepish smile.

—In fact, you've been always my inspiration. I'm not gonna lie to you— God his heart was about to stop. Had he heard them right? What did that even mean?

—I have?— He didn't know how to ask without looking too excited about it.

—Of course, you're practically my muse— they noticed him staring with slightly wide eyes at their sudden confession.— I don't know but– you just have something that always makes me stare and it makes the inspiration bubble up inside of me— okay today was definitely going to be his funeral. Chilchuck swallowed harshly, a blush definitely burning bright on his cheeks as he kept silent, his brain failing to come up with an answer.

He watched them suddenly gasp and start to write down something on the paper that rested in their thighs. (y/n) mumbled to themselves as they kept writing, a sudden urge of inspiration rushing through them.

They look up again quickly at him, a light in their eyes.— Ah– I almost forgot to thank you.— they smiled at him with sincerity and gave his hand a quick squeeze, at which he just nodded, humming in response as they watched them write down their ideas, praying to whatever deity was out there to make his blush go away.

He would've never guessed he was helpful in more ways than just picking locks and finding traps. But thanks to them, now he knows he is, for (y/n) at least, a source of inspiration. And their heart swelled with emotion and pride at that.

#chilchuk dungeon meshi #sorry for any mistakes english is not my first language #chilchuk tims #chilchuck tims x reader #chilchuck #delicious in dungeon #dungeon meshi #fanfic #dungeon meshi x reader #delicious in dungeon x reader

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sisterofficerlucychen · 12 hours

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so i hadn't been able to watch the elevator scene in its entirety until rn because my stream cut off but oh my god.

i personally found that scene so beautiful and what eric and melissa had initially said about where it left them makes so much more sense ♡

for starters, the location — the elevator. at first, their "spot" in mid-wilshire was the garage, then the parking lot, and now the elevator which i think is a really cool metaphor? elevators go up and they go down, which i think is where they're headed because they have a long journey ahead of them to find their way back to one another (and it won't be easy). it's also where they shared that hug in the last episode and it was something both of them needed so much so it was nice to see this kind of continue.

i loved the intentionally behind the blocking that melissa described in their latest interview. there's something about the way how she's behind him literally tucked away in the corner, how they're not facing each other to when he finally turns to face her.

the song selection ♡

at first there's like this inkling of normalcy with tim saying that she probably saved his life and lucy saying that he had the guy — for some reason it took me back to when she gave him the audiobook and teased him about training for the rematch with nico.

and then he turns to her ... while it wasn't the adult conversation or a heart to heart necessarily, it was such an impactful moment because it's the first time he's acknowledged to her face how badly he messed up and the impact of her still being there for him because he wasn't okay until she reached out and we saw how the weight of everything he was carrying melted away as soon as she pulled him into an embrace.

"[...] and i will spend the rest of my life trying to pay it back in whatever small doses you allow" the choice of words here was something i found really interesting and also what it's tied to? because it has nothing to do with the break up but rather paying back the kindness she showed him when he didn't deserve it.

i had to sit with this for a second but ultimately i think the reason why it's better that those words don't have anything to do with the break up is because it wouldn't have been the right time or place (imo he's not ready to give lucy the answers she deserves) but how she's always been there for him. that kindness goes back to the very beginning and plays such a pivotal part in the foundation of their relationship because it was through that kindness that he was able to come back from a really dark place — along the way she became a voice of reason, comfort, and safe place.

just like she set the boundary of checking in on him even though she was still mad at him, he keeps that boundary by acknowledging that she has the control and autonomy here and it's her decision to accept or reject him trying to pay it back. also the "rest of my life" and "small doses" because of the implication of how this is something that will take time, a lot of time and effort.

lastly, lucy's reaction; how she takes it all in and there's this flicker in her eyes as he says that. she could have easily shut him down all things considered but instead she stays silent. that tentative first step as they both leave the elevator, how she continues to process what that could mean as she walks out too. it's not a no and it's not a yes but it's a start, it's hope.

#the rookie #chenford #the rookie spoilers #it is almost midnight and i should be asleep instead of rambling lmao

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PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE EDWIN X RECENTLY DEAD MALE READER!!!! I NEED MORE MLM READER STUFF AND ALSO I'M A SUCKER FOR THE LONG DEAD AND USED TO IT/THE RECENTLY DEAD CONFUSED AND SCARED THING!!!!

hii yes ofc ! lovedd writing this so i hope u enjoy reading :>>

edwin payne / recently dead!reader

a/n: reader's cause of death is unspecified aside from he died on the street, and also he has an apartment.

anddd uh i forgot that death usually comes for newly dead people... so excuse that inaccuracy please or explain it away with how reader ran away from his body

wc: 1886

tags: male reader, ghost reader

cw's: mention of death, panic attacks (all not detailed)

you ran, leaving your body behind you where it lay on the sidewalk, limp and as still as rigor mortis (you never thought that saying could be applied literally, but now it was, and wasn't that crazy?).

you were panicking, you vaguely registered, as the passerby's and the cars seemed to blur in your vision. people kept passing right through you, and you hunched in on yourself. even if you couldn't feel them (which was also a new, unwelcome epiphany), it still made your skin crawl.

until - a firm hand rested on your shoulder. your breath hitched, like you couldn't quite figure out if the touch was welcome or not.

"are you quite alright?" the hand's voice asked. you looked up, half expecting to see a horror movie-style ghost. instead, however, you were met with angled features that were sharp, yet softened by visible concern at the same time. the boy's brown eyes were narrowed, and his hair looked a little wind swept.

okay. definitely a welcome touch.

"can you hear me? are you alright?" he repeated.

you snapped out of your stupor. "oh," you said dumbly. "i- i don't... know."

he cocked his head to the side, sympathy in the way he pursed his lips and his gaze became gentler. "what do you last remember?"

"...i was walking. and then... i wasn't? it's kind of black after that. i was laying down when i came to..." your eyes widened. you meant to ask, 'am i dead?', but instead what came out was a strangled, "oh my god."

"it is important to remain calm," edwin advised. "i can help you."

you nodded vigorously. "okay, yeah, i could use your help." especially because your voice was getting an octave higher with every word you spoke. so much for remaining calm.

before you knew it, the boy had guided you to a bench and sat you on it, plopping down right next to you as he waited for you to regain your composure. his arm was around yours, securing you snugly to his side - it was comforting.

"i'm dead, aren't i?" you intoned numbly.

he sighed. "yes. but that does not mean everything is over."

"earlier... everyone just passed through me. like i wasn't there at all."

"it is lonely, at first. but then it is not," he said. "take my case for example - my best mate is charles - he's dead as well - and we have two alive friends named crystal and niko, who are part of the small proportion of people who can see us. when you find the right people, it becomes very difficult to feel lonely."

"charles, crystal, and niko..." you repeated. "and what's your name?"

"edwin payne."

"nice to meet you, edwin. and thanks for helping. i'm [name]."

"not a problem," edwin said. "my friends and i are often in the habit of assisting ghosts, although you are the first recently dead i have personally come across in a very long time."

"how long?" you inquired. "i mean, when did you... kick the bucket?"

"1916," he told you gently.

your eyes widened. "riiight."

you fell silent again. as you were contemplating your current circumstances, several voices yelled edwin's name.

approaching you were three people. two girls - one with white hair, the other with curly brown - and a boy with near-black ringlets.

"edwin, mate, we couldn't find you anywhere!" the boy exclaimed.

"yes, well-" edwin began.

"who's this?" the white haired girl cut in, looking at you curiously.

edwin rolled his eyes fondly. "this is [name]. he recently... became a ghost."

"does he know any cool ghost tricks yet?" she asked.

you thought you felt a headache coming on.

"[name], these are my friends. niko, crystal, and charles." he gestured to them in order of mention. they all waved at you, even if the last two looked a bit wary.

"hi," you said meekly.

"we were just discussing the events of [name]'s death."

charles coughed pointedly. "maybe give the guy time to process he even is dead?"

"oh! my apologies, [name]. are you still feeling unwell?"

your eyes darted between crystal and niko as they exchanged glances at edwin's apology, like they were surprised. it confused you as to why - he seemed perfectly nice so far... and very charming.

"i'm good," you told edwin, flashing a smile. "i just... don't know where to go. i can't go back to my apartment, can i? i'm dead. it's not like i could continue living there."

"i read somewhere that it's good to revisit places from the past," niko informed you earnestly. "it can be very healing."

"hey, edwin, you should walk him back to his apartment!" crystal piped up.

"hm?" niko cocked her head at her friend. "oh! oh, yes, edwin, you totally should. you're a dead boy detective, after all. go help people!"

you thought you'd get whiplash trying to keep up with the conversation. "you're a what now-?"

edwid stood abruptly, brushing invisible dust off his coat. "perhaps i will walk [name] back to his apartment. if you feel inclined to." the last part was directed at you.

"oh- i wouldn't want to inconvenience you guys..." you said.

"nonsense." he held out a hand to you. "we are the dead boy detective agency, after all."

you still didn't know what that was, but you trusted edwin in spite of only having known him for less than an hour. so, you took his hand. you couldn't feel it, but the imagined weight and warmth of his palm against yours gave you comfort, dissipating the fear and apprehension inside you just a little bit.

⌦ --

the apartment building loomed above you. suddenly, it felt so big and intimidating - you felt no trace of excitement at the quaintness of it like you always had before. the reason you chose to live here was the brick walls and the carefully tended vines snaking along the front. not to mention, it was tall - 10 stories - and sort of reminded you of rapunzel's tower.

"ready?" edwin prompted.

you nodded, and let him pull you through the door - which you passed through with ease. you knew you were incorporeal at best in your current state, but you still cringed, bracing yourself for an impact that never came.

"it gets easier, eventually," edwin told you, having noticed your unease.

"yeah, okay," you said. and you were convinced. "i guess it'll help having an experienced ghost guide with me." you beamed at him.

his lips parted slightly in surprise. "i promise to do whatever i can to make this adjustment easier for you."

you chuckled. "edwin, you are honestly so charming..." you muttered to yourself as you headed towards the elevator. another reason you loved this complex so much was because you didn't have to conquer the 10 floors with just the stairs.

how did ghosts usually travel up places? you had no clue, but you were grateful that edwin kept silent at your decision to take the lift.

a 'ding' sounded and the doors parted open, instantaneously revealing the door that led to your room. your landlady had been kind enough to let you paint it a lovely burnt orange colour.

"that's me," you sighed. "c'mon."

your apartment was just as you remembered you left it this morning. not that you'd logically expected any change... but the fear-addled part of you had maybe been picturing a ransacked room, band posters ripped off the wall and all your ceramic cups shattered across the floor.

"this is weird," you voiced as you drifted from the door to the couch, then to the small kitchenette.

you shivered, not from the cold - you would never feel cold again, you thought, a bit hysterically - but from the all-encompassing grief you felt for yourself.

"i'm kind of sad i died. i know i'm still here... i'm not gone gone, or anything, but i'm still sad. is that weird?" you turned towards edwin, who was watching you with an unidentifiable look in his eyes.

"not at all." he put a hand on your shoulder. "there is much more to be done, even after your living time has expired." he paused, seeming to consider something. "i could... i could show you, if you would like."

"show me what?"

"the dead boy detectives' office," he said. "perhaps it will serve as a distraction."

warmth spread inside you, touched at his thoughtfulness. "that'd be great."

"excellent." edwin smiled, looking pleased. "do you have a mirror?"

your iron-tight grip on edwin's hand never ceased its hold, even after the two of you emerged from the other side of the mirror. panting, you gave your insides a moment to settle from the very jarring travel.

"that was so cool," you gasped. "even if it was unexpected. is this what niko meant by cool ghost tricks?"

"quite," edwin said. "now, welcome to the dead boy detectives' office. allow me to show you around."

his hand was still in yours, you noticed as he led you to a bookshelf and gave an overview of the different volumes it held. you made no move to pull away - partially because you didn't want to break his flow (you saw why he was so proud of it, and it was cute hearing him ramble), partially because you enjoyed the contact.

then, he showed you to a shelf that, if you didn't know any better, would have looked like a knick knack shelf, albeit one belonging to an eccentric grandma. on it were objects ranging from bones (human or not, you couldn't tell) to the rubber balls you found in vending machines.

"these," edwin proclaimed. "are the more interesting payments we have received. some enchanted, some not. i keep a document of which are and aren't."

he picked up a metal ring, with a dark sapphire gem in the middle. "like this, for example. it isn't enchanted, but it dates back to the edwardian era. when i was alive." he sighed wistfully, and lifted your hand, where your fingers were still intertwined. "may i?"

you nodded, watching his face. his eyes met yours, and he smiled shyly as he slipped the ring onto your finger.

"i acknowledge that we have only just become acquainted," edwin began. "but i have never become so fond of a boy this quick before."

"...so, in 21st century speak, you like me?" you questioned, half-teasing.

the two of you chucked in unison.

edwin cleared his throat. "yes, i think i do."

"then you won't mind if i..." you let the way you leaned down slightly finish your sentence.

"please," he said.

the kiss was chaste and fleeting, but it was enough for you to decide you definitely wanted to do it again.

"was that okay?" you checked in with edwin.

he nodded quickly. "yes, yes. very much so."

"good." you bit back a grin.

"would you like to stick around?" he blurted. "around the office, i mean, and with my friends and i. it isn't every day i meet a boy like you, and i... think i would rather like your company."

"i think i'd like your company, too," you admitted.

he held out a hand, making you laugh at the formality of it. "well then, welcome to the dead boy detectives' agency." he said. "i, for one, am very happy to have you here.”

#dead boy detectives #dead boy detectives x reader #dead boy detectives fic #edwin paine/reader #edwin paine x reader #edwin payne x reader #edwin payne #edwin payne x you #edwin payne/reader #edwin paine #dbdshow

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writerpetals · 3 days

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all you have to do is ask | ❤️

; optional male lead fluff | ☁️

He’s the cutest when he smiles. Your heart feels as if it will pound right out of your chest when you’re the reason for his grin flashed your way in the middle of studying the outline of the report you’re writing up while staring at a blinding screen for far too long. He chuckles any time you make a simple mistake, and his eyes wrinkle and his nose scrunches before he corrects your error with a soft tone and more patience than you ever expected.

He’s not your boss, and not even the supervisor of the department, but he has been in charge of helping new hires at the office you began working at a few months prior. Though, what should have been only a week of getting you settled in and set up with your workload, tasks, and anything else the head of the department likes to throw on his workers last minute has turned into him keeping a close eye on you in case you need a little extra assistance.

“Just until you get the hang of things,” he promises, but by now you have a hard time believing it, and even sometimes you find yourself hoping it’s just an excuse to get closer to you.

You should feel a bit embarrassed he’s always coming to your aid when you forget an attachment or pointing out corrections before your supervisor notices, but it’s hard to turn away his help when his smiles make your heart flutter and his kindness makes it so easy to play the part of clumsy or forget new employee.

“Did you remember to e-mail the updates on your latest report?” he asks while walking past your desk to make his way to the copy machine, a stack of papers in hand and a grin on his lips because he already knows the answer. “It’s important!”

“I, uh, I’ll get right on that!” you inform him, immediately clicking away to pull up your contacts on your computer as the heat rushes to your face for being so forgetful. “Thanks!”

You hear his chuckle even after he’s passed, but you’re thankful he’s observant enough to keep you in line, wondering if he’s the same way with all of your other co-workers. Maybe you’re too anxious over making sure you don’t make another mistake he won’t manage to catch, but part of you wishes he isn’t just being nice and helpful to the newest employee.

“Here, let me get that!” he says, rushing to your side two days later when you have managed to jam the only printer on your entire floor. You step aside, the warmth of embarrassment flooding your cheeks as he rolls up his sleeves and gets to work un-sticking the mess of paper you’ve somehow made.

“Thanks,” you say with a voice so quiet he almost misses it. “You’re a lifesaver.”

“I try my best,” he teases, grin wide as ever and your body feeling tingling all over from the sight of him.

A few weeks pass and you try to handle things on your own, however. Even if you enjoy his help every now and then, you do want to try your best so you don’t end up getting under his skin for his niceness to wear off. You also don’t want it to get around that you’re more trouble than you’re worth, so you leave post-its stuck to your monitor with reminders for all the attachments and e-mails you need to send, scribble down important times and dates of meetings and deadlines on the calendar resting over your desk, and even finish your latest report a day ahead of schedule.

You feel the pride swarming in your chest after a while, and even if you admit that you miss his visits to your desk to check up on you as well as spotting his soft smile or hearing his light-hearted chuckle, it’s nice to feel like you’re not so new and trying to get a grip on even simple tasks. You begin to feel like a member of the team, working hard to please your supervisor, and you even get a quick “good job” from your boss before leaving one afternoon.

Though, the confidence doesn’t last long when you sit down at your desk one morning to prepare to send the latest report to your supervisor, only to find the document wiped clean with no trace of a copy in an existing folder, and no signs of it accidentally being deleted in the recycle bin. Your heart sinks, wide eyes staring at the screen for a few moments as you click away to check every occupied space in your hard drive, stomach twisting as the seconds pass and the report you spent a week working hard on is nowhere to be found. You gulp, and close the document, only to open it once again, spotting a white page with a blinking cursor ready to begin typing.

You feel as if the air has been sucked from your lungs, knowing you trashed your notes the day before when you thought the report was ready to be sent. How could this happen? How could you be so careless? The doubts flood you over and over as you continue to stare at the screen with a furrowed brow and slacked jaw.

It’s not until he walks past do you pull yourself from your trance, hearing your name being called in what sounds like a muffled voice once, twice, and three times until you finally snap your gaze in his direction.

“Everything okay?” he asks, curious and concerned and when you don’t reply, he takes a step closer to press his hands to the desk. “What’s wrong?”

Your heart sinks even lower. You were doing so well. You were getting the hang of things, and now the report is gone and due in a day and you have no notes to start over.

“Yes,” you blurt out before you can stop yourself, forcing a smile that his frown insists he doesn’t believe. “Yes, yeah, yup! I… I’m great!” Nervous laughter falls from your lips to have him wrinkling his brow, but he doesn’t push the issue.

“Alright, well, if you need anything…”

“Got it! Thanks.” Your fake smile widens and he hesitates for a moment before walking away.

You can fix this, you tell yourself, trying to calm your nerves while you reach for the small garbage bin next to your desk in hopes that there are a few notes scribbled on paper you tossed the night before. But of course, the trash is always emptied Wednesday nights and there’s a fresh bag greeting you when you look inside.

Huffing, you slump down in your chair, considering spending your morning looking for new jobs because you just know when your report hasn’t arrived by the following morning your boss is going to fire you. Just when you were getting decent paychecks, saving up for a new place to live, planning to get away from your annoying, messy roommate you try to avoid at all costs and hey, maybe even buy yourself a new pair of heels while you’re at it.

You can’t help but to groan as your head falls to your hands, mentally saying bye bye to that apartment with the view you had your heart set on, immediately feeling sorry for yourself until his words replay in your mind. You know you could ask him for help, but how could he even fix your mistake? Your report is missing, your notes are trashed, and there’s a possibility if you involve him, he could get disciplined for your mistake as well. The last thing you want to do is get the sweet, helpful guy that assisted you more times than you deserved in trouble right along with you.

Still, you have no other options. He did offer, you tell yourself, rising from your desk on feet that won’t budge until you work up enough courage to move. Your legs begin to shake and you wonder why you’re so worked up in just asking for help. You know you don’t want to be a problem, something annoying to get under his skin. But he did offer, you remind yourself once again.

It takes you twice as long to make your way to his desk, wishing your knees weren’t shaking so much, praying your heart stops pounding as hard. You spot him with a phone to his ear and a pen in hand, writing down a few things on paper a moment before he notices your presence. He smiles your way and you feel a bit sick to your stomach, as well as a bit disappointed you’ll never witness his smile again once you tell him the news and you’re fired over your mistake.

Bye bye sweet & helpful co-worker. You refrain from pouting while waiting patiently for him to finish his phone call, and it seems as if he speeds up the conversation with his client with a promise to get back to them before placing the phone on the hook with a click.

“Everything okay?” he asks just as before, smile fading when he senses your hesitation, and the fact that your eyes have fallen to the floor because you’re too embarrassed to face him.

“I…” you begin to whisper, seeing him shift his weight from the corner of your eye to turn his chair toward you, “...need help.” When you gather the courage to glance toward him, his brows are raised a bit, and when he stands is when you lower your head once again.

“With?” he questions with a chuckle, watching you nibble on your bottom lip and shift from one foot to the other.

“I messed up,” you exhale, closing your eyes for a moment, “big time.”

“How?” He steps closer before crossing his arms over his chest, and in a wave of overwhelming embarrassment flooding your body in a rush of heat, you blurt out the words in a jumbled sentence, telling him your report was finished, informing him you tossed the notes before heading home the night before, filling him in on your shock to see the whole thing gone when you arrived that morning and even spilling how scared you were to tell him because you didn’t want to get him in trouble as well if he was involved.

The air has escaped your lungs by the time you’re finished, and he stands, staring, taking it all in as well as the sight of you wide-eyed with your bottom lip trembling, wondering just how hard you’re working to keep yourself together before he offers a simple shrug.

“Okay, let’s take a look,” is all he says, voice calm as ever before he strolls over to your desk while you hurry behind him. He takes a seat in your chair then straightens his tie, pushes back his sleeves, and concentrates on the computer screen with a few clicks of the mouse. A heaviness settles in your chest and you swear the nausea will get the better of you as you wait for him to do whatever magic he’s planning, and the moment his smile returns to his lips is when a split-second of relief washes over you. “There it is.”

“You found it?!” Rushing to his side, you nearly bump his shoulder trying to get a view of the screen. There you spot the report you had worked so hard on, complete and ready to be sent with only a few seconds of work from him. “Oh my God! I could kiss you!”

Your voice travels a bit farther than you would have liked, earning a few awkward glances from co-workers sitting at their desks nearby while he chuckles and shakes his head. “Is this what was bothering you?” he asks. “You thought your report was gone forever.”

“Yes, ugh,” you groan, shoulder slumping and head falling. “I was so scared. I just knew I was going to be fired. I didn’t know what to do.”

“Well, for starters,” he tells you, rising from your chair, and you stand straight up to follow his lead, “you should have come to me sooner. Sometimes documents get wiped when the system forgets to automatically save, but you can always find them in the temporary folders.”

“I… should have thought of that. Ugh, I’m so dumb sometimes…”

“You’re not dumb.” Laughter falls from his lips as he shakes his head once again. “We’ve all made mistakes, and we all need help sometimes.”

“You’ve helped me so much since I started. I didn’t want to annoy you.” Your voice lowers as you admit your worries, but he raises a hand to dismiss them away.

“You could never annoy me, I’m here to help” he tells you, same smile forming over his lips that makes your body weak. “All you have to do is ask.”

“Thanks. You really saved me here.” He nods in understanding before letting you get back to sending your report, but not before you reach for his arm to keep him for a moment. “Can I make it up to you? You’ve really done so much for me, the least I could do is buy you a coffee… or something.” There’s a certain surprise lighting up his eyes you’ve never seen as he looks down at you, pressing his lips together before the corners curl, and he agrees a second later without an ounce of hesitation.

The two of you find yourself at a cafe a few blocks from work after you clock out, where you both have ordered your favorite flavor of tea to drink while sharing a raspberry pastry. You settle for a table near the window to watch the people pass by with their umbrellas beneath a sudden afternoon shower, lucky to have made it on time to keep from getting wet, as well as have an excuse not to leave as quickly. You enjoy each other’s company, making small talk while you slip in a few more thank you’s because you couldn’t be more grateful for his help. He smiles and nods each time, the shyness evident in his face with every sign of your appreciation and somehow it makes talking to him much easier outside of work.

“Maybe I can take you out next time,” he says while chewing on the last bite of the pastry while you sip your tea through a grin. “Somewhere proper like…”

“Like a date?” you ask before you can stop yourself, and he bites his lip for a moment to hide his eagerness.

“Do you want it to be a date?”

“Do you?” He smiles at you answering a question with a question. It’s that same smile that makes you weak in the knees once again, and you’re blurting out words before you even have time to consider what you’re saying thanks to how irresistibly cute you find him. “Because I do.”

His smile widens. Your heart drums wildly in your chest. “Good,” is all he says, “me too.”

“Well,” you begin, finding a sudden confidence from his words, “if you want a date... all you have to do is ask.”

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The 36th Floor - That One Looks Like You

satoru gojo x suguru geto

warnings: smut AGAIN ;)

wc: 13.4k

previous chapter here

note: My longest chapter yet!! I'm really proud of it, so I hope you guys enjoy. Also i kinda feel like this is the filtiest thing ive written, so keep that in mind! ;) I *kind of* wrote this one so that you could read this just on it's own, so even if you haven't been reading along with the rest of the story, this is just a nice chapter to read.

Okay, I'll stop yapping, have fun reading!

The rest of the summer after the beginning of July seems to zoom by in a flash. Satoru’s long days were filled with working in the office and then coming home to feed Shiro and snuggle up on the couch next to Suguru while planning their vacation. Once Satoru had suggested Okinawa, there wasn’t any more discussion about where they would be going.

“Let me plan everything.” Satoru begged. “Pleaseee?”

“Are you sure?” Suguru asked, not completely sure if he wanted to put the entire responsibility of the trip into Satoru’s hands. It’s not that he didn’t trust him to do it, but he just liked knowing what was going on.

“Yes, I promise I’ll do everything.” Satoru begged, wanting to go crazy with it. He wanted their first vacation together to really be something to remember.

That’s how they ended up in a villa with their own private pool for five nights in Okinawa. Their flight arrived on time, with thankfully no issues at the airport this time after Suguru made sure they were there with plenty of time to spare. Satoru arranged for them to take the ferry the hour and a half trip north from Naha to Motobu. Once they finally make it to their resort, Suguru starts becoming more and more suspicious as he notices the way everything looks like it’s straight out of a luxury real estate magazine. He waits back while Satoru gets them checked in and gets the keys to their villa.

“Why do I have a feeling that I shouldn’t trust you?” Suguru asks with narrowed eyes as they load their bags onto a small golf cart so that the resort employee can take them to where they’re staying for the week.

“Why wouldn’t you trust me?” Satoru asks as the driver takes off down the path towards their villa. The warm late summer breeze blows through his short snowy hair as he looks over at Sugru with a mischievous seeming smile on his face. His sunglasses sit on his face, shielding his eyes from the bright Okinawan sun beating down on them.

“You’re asking me that while you have that smile on your face.” Suguru says with a suspecting smile, feeling the half of his hair that’s down blowing in the wind behind him. He rests his arm along the back of the seat, allowing him to mindlessly brush Satoru’s shoulder with his thumb. Their bags sit on the back of the cart as they make the short drive and finally pull up to a simple looking black steel gate. They grab all of their things from the cart and thank the driver before he heads back the direction they came, leaving them alone. Satoru opens the gate and Suguru follows closely behind. From the road, you can’t see much as it’s mostly covered by trees and other landscaping, but after they pass through the gate, the path to the front door is full of lush manicured plants and a pond with a small waterfall.

Suguru is speechless just looking at the outside as they approach the front door. Satoru turns around and hands the key card to Suguru. “You open it.”

“Why me?” Suguru asks, slightly confused.

“I planned everything, I already know what it looks like! I want you to be surprised.” Satoru says with a child-like smile, urging him towards the door to open it. Suguru takes the key card and looks at Satoru with a suspicious look on his face, not knowing what to expect on the other side of the door. He taps the key to the door and turns the knob before pushing open the door and stepping inside.

Suguru is speechless as he opens the door to see the beautiful inside of their villa. His mouth hangs open as he steps just inside and takes a look around. “Baby?” He asks, making his way in further. Satoru steps inside and closes the door behind them, setting their bags off to the side of the door to take to the bedroom after they look around.

“Yes, my sweet?” Satoru asks, walking in to meet Suguru as he stands in the middle of the gorgeous living room that overlooks their own private pool. The water comes up to the edges, looking like glass as it reflects the bright blue sky above.

“How much was all this?” He asks, turning back to look at Satoru with wide eyes.

“That doesn’t matter, do you like it?�� Satoru asks, shaking his head and brushing off his question completely.

“Satoru, it’s beautiful, but this must have cost you a fortune!” Suguru shouts as he continues looking around.

“It wasn’t too bad.” Satoru says with a shrug as he stands with his hands in his pockets. “You want a tour?” He asks, having looked at this place for months and knowing it well.

“Trust fund baby.” Suguru mumbles as he shakes his head, wrapping his arms around Satoru’s waist and pulling him in for a tight hug.

“Did Shoko tell you to say that?!” Satoru asks, furrowing his eyebrows and narrowing his eyes at Suguru for just a moment before wrapping his arms around his shoulders and holding him tightly.

“Nope. So, how about that tour?” Suguru says with a smug grin before he presses a quick kiss to Satoru’s cheek.

“You’re lucky I love you more than anything on Earth.” Satoru says, shaking his head as they break from their hug. Suguru smiles back at him, ready to be taken on a tour. “Well we’ve already seen the kitchen and the living room, but if we head back through here on the other side of the front door, there’s the bedroom.” They step into the bedroom to see a perfectly made bed facing a wall of glass doors that fold back into the walls. The bedroom overlooks the pool just like the living room, but has its own separate seating area out on the patio.

They continue through the bedroom to the bathroom that has a gigantic tub, along with a shower that’s connected to a small cove where an outdoor shower sits. “I think we’re gonna like this.” Satoru says, raising his eyebrows with a wink as he points out the outdoor shower. Suguru shakes his head as he rolls his eyes, but smiles, knowing that he’s probably right. “Okay, now one of my favorite parts!” Satoru says, grabbing Suguru’s hand and pulling him back out towards the living room.

“Babe, you don’t have to pull me, I’m right here.” Suguru says with a chuckle, having no choice but to keep following behind him.

“Yeah but you’re not going fast enough!” Satoru exclaims as they make it to a spiral staircase that sits to the side of the dining room. They make their way up the stairs and come out to a rooftop deck, complete with an outdoor kitchen. Suguru’s mouth hangs open as they step into the outdoor living area. The view of the bright blue ocean just past all the vegatation is enough to make Suguru speechless once again. “Do you like it?” Satoru asks, noticing Suguru has fallen somewhat silent.

“Baby, you really didn’t have to go all out like this.” Suguru says, feeling bad about how much he probably spent on this place and vacation as a whole.

“Yes I did! I wanted us to enjoy our first vacation together.” Satoru explains as they look at the ocean view together. Suguru turns to look at Satoru for a moment before grabbing the sides of his face gently and pulling him in for a deep kiss. Satoru grabs the sides of Suguru’s shirt, holding him close as their lips press together. Suguru smiles at the feeling.

“I would’ve enjoyed anything with you. Thank you, Toru.” Suguru whispers up against Satoru’s lips as their foreheads rest together. The warm salty ocean breeze flows between them as they stand there for a moment.

“You’re welcome, Sugu.” Satoru whispers back before leaving one more kiss on Suguru’s lips. “Should we unpack?” He suggests. Suguru nods his head and they make their way back down the stairs and toward the front door to grab their bags before heading into the bedroom.

“You brought a swimsuit, right?” Satoru asks as he pulls out his own and puts it into one of the drawers in the closet.

“Of course I did.” Suguru says as he unpacks his own bag. “But…” He continues, thinking for a moment before finishing his thought. “This is just our pool, right?” He asks, looking back to Satoru.

The grin on Satoru’s face is wide as he turns around. “Oh I’m way ahead of ya, babe.” Satoru says, knowing exactly what he’s getting at. “We don’t have to wear anything in the pool, but we probably want to if we’re gonna go in the ocean.” Suguru smiles to himself, thankful that he doesn’t ever really have to explain himself to Satoru. He somehow always knows exactly what he’s thinking. “There’s a path right there that leads out to the beach, but technically it’s a public beach, so anyone can be there.” He explains, pointing out past the pool to a sandy pathway that leads away into the greenery. “But the closest villa isn’t that close, so we should have it to ourselves most of the time.”

“Good to know.” Suguru says with a smile on his face as he moves to stand behind Satoru. He snakes his arms in front of him and rests his head on the back of Satoru’s shoulder, inhaling deeply before letting it out slowly.

“You sleepy?” Satoru asks, continuing to put his clothes into the drawers of the closet. They had a pretty early flight so that they could get to the resort as early as possible, but that meant that they had to wake up at 4am. Satoru had no problem with it, but Suguru didn’t manage to get any coffee for himself, so he was left feeling sluggish and half dead after their morning and early afternoon of traveling.

“Mmhm.” Suguru hums in response, nodding his head sluggishly against Satoru’s back.

“How about you go lay down and I’ll finish unpacking, okay?” Satoru suggests, his voice sweet and soothing as Suguru feels his eyelids getting heavier with every passing moment. “I’ll be there in just a minute.” He says, feeling Suguru lift his head from off of his back and his arms release from around his waist. Suguru presses a delicate kiss to the back of Satoru’s neck before heading out of the closet to go lay down in bed.

Satoru smiles to himself at the feeling, wanting to quickly finish unpacking so that he could go join Suguru in bed. He knows that Suguru didn’t have any kind of caffeine this morning, simply because they were just so busy making sure they had everything that it completely slipped his mind. Satoru hums softly to himself as he neatly puts everything away and moves onto their bathroom bags. He puts everything on the counter and the adjacent shelves neatly before sticking their empty bags back in the closet.

When he steps out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom, Suguru is laying on top of the white duvet, not even bothering to pull it back and climb under. Satoru smiles as he looks at how Suguru looks with his eyes closed, peacefully resting on his side with his arm wrapped around one of the fluffy pillows. Satoru takes his sunglasses off of his head and sets them on the nightstand before laying down next to him. Suguru already seems to be asleep, but Satoru moves in close, taking Suguru’s arm and wrapping it over his waist to replace the pillow. Suguru’s mouth twitches into a smile as he pulls Satoru closer and takes a deep breath, holding him close.

“You asleep already?” Satoru whispers, not wanting to wake him if he is.

“Mm-mm.” Suguru responds, his face now resting on Satoru’s chest. Satoru wraps his arms around Suguru’s shoulder, holding him close as he sits a bit higher in the pillows, his head nearly leaning up against the headboard.

“You get some rest, I’ll be right here.” Satoru coos, pulling his phone out of his pocket to scroll aimlessly while Suguru takes a nap.

“Wake me up in 45 minutes.” He mumbles against Satoru’s chest.

“Will do, sleeping beauty.” Satoru says with a smile on his face. He puts his phone down and looks down at Suguru’s face as it’s squished up against his chest. He looks at the way his eyelashes sit delicately against his cheeks, the way his hair falls down in front of his face, the way his lips have a slight pout on them as he drifts off to sleep. Satoru lets one hand rub soothing circles on his back, knowing it’ll help him fall asleep faster. His other hand carefully brushes Suguru’s hair back, running his fingers through his hair slowly. Before he knows it, Suguru’s breathing slows and becomes more even, letting him know that he’s asleep.

Being the little shit that he is, Satoru finds this as the perfect opportunity to take some pictures. He picks his phone back up from where it sits beside him on the bed and opens the camera. He tries to find the most ridiculous angle that he can photograph Suguru at, but no matter what he does, Suguru looks absolutely perfect. “Ugh.” Satoru grumbles quietly, irritated that he can’t even get one where he looks somewhat bad. “Why do you have to be so blessed?” Satoru whispers mostly to himself as he continues scrolling on his phone.

He doesn’t realize it, but his eyes are starting to feel just as heavy the longer he lays there under the weight of Suguru resting on him. Before he can do anything about it, he’s out like a light.

It’s no less than three hours later when Suguru finally wakes up. He notices that Satoru is also asleep and immediately checks the time on his watch.

“Baby.” Suguru says softly, trying to shake Satoru awake while still groggy from his nap that lasted much longer than intended. “Satoru.” He says, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“What?!” Satoru asks, shooting up and quickly taking a deep breath. “I’m awake!” He shouts, sounding like he’s trying to convince himself.

“Toru, I told you 45 minutes.” Suguru says, laying back into the pillows on his side of the bed.

“Yeah.” Satoru says, still not completely awake yet.

“That was three hours ago.”

“Oh…” He says, realizing that he fell asleep without setting an alarm. “I’m sorry, Gugu, I guess I was pretty tired too.” Satoru says with a sheepish smile on his face.

“Do we have anything planned for the rest of the day that we need to get ready for?” Suguru asks, wanting to make sure they aren’t missing somewhere they should be.

“Actually, I planned on having dinner here tonight so that we didn’t have to do anything today. Does that sound alright?” He asks, sitting up and rubbing his eyes to wake himself up. “I had groceries delivered before we even got here, so we have everything we need already. Suguru smiles up at him from his side of the bed.

“Have I told you how much I love you?” Suguru asks, the smile easily heard laced into his sickly sweet tone.

“Yes… But I’d love to hear you tell me again.” Satoru says, leaning back across the bed to give Suguru a gentle kiss.

“I love you so much, you have no idea.”

“I think I have a pretty good idea.” Satoru says with a smirk as he stands up. He grabs onto the bottom hem of his tshirt and pulls it up and over his head, tossing it randomly to the corner as he heads into the bathroom.

“Satoru, why don’t you put it in the closet?” Suguru asks with a huff as he stands up from his side of the bed. He goes to pick up the discarded shirt and tosses it into the closet before continuing on into the bathroom.

“You wanna take a swim?” Satoru asks, turning back around to Suguru as he unties his shorts that already sit low on his hips. Suguru flashes a smile at Satoru, looking him up and down quickly before agreeing. He goes to open up the doors that connect their bedroom to the patio and pool, letting in the warm late afternoon air. Suguru takes his own shirt off and adds it to the pile that was already started in the closet. He starts to untie his own shorts when he hears the sound of running footsteps followed by a loud splash. He smiles to himself, hurrying out to look at Satoru in the pool as he comes back up.

“Did you fall?” Suguru calls out, not exactly sure what had happened.

The water moves with a circular ripple effect away from Satoru, slightly spilling over the edges of the pool into the gutters. “No, I jumped in! Come on! It’s so nice!” He calls out as he brushes his dripping wet hair out of his face and rests up against the wall with his arms up on the deck. His chin rests on his hands as he watches Suguru standing in the bedroom. Suguru finally pulls off his shorts and is left standing there in nothing besides the hair tie on his wrist. He quickly ties his hair up into a bun as he walks over to the stairs of the pool, Satoru’s eyes locked on him the entire way.

“Stop looking at me like you wanna eat me.” Suguru says as he steps into the pool, the cool water feeling soothing against his skin under the hot evening sun.

“What if I do wanna eat you, though?” Satoru asks, swimming over towards Suguru with a suggestive smirk on his face. He stands up and wraps his arms around Suguru’s shoulders. Their warm skin presses up against each other, nothing but water standing in between them.

“Well…” Suguru starts, feeling Satoru’s legs wrap around his waist. He puts his hands underneath his legs, holding Satoru up as he walks deeper into the pool, feeling the cool tiles under his feet. “I think you’ll have to wait until after dinner.”

Satoru lets his head fall back and rest in the water as he furrows his eyebrows and lets out a groan, hanging onto Suguru with his fingers laced behind the back of his neck. “Ughh.”

“And now you’re pouting?” Suguru asks, looking down at him, unimpressed.

“Sugu, I know you’re just being cruel by making me wait.”

“I’m being cruel, am I?” Suguru asks, raising an eyebrow at Satoru as he lays back with his hair in the water.

“Yesss.” Satoru draws out before sitting back up to wrap his arms tightly around Suguru’s shoulders once again. He looks at Suguru with his bottom lip stuck out and upturned eyebrows as he tries to get his way.

“I think you can wait.” Suguru says, nodding his head and letting go of Satoru’s legs. Satoru drops his legs, but keeps his hold around Suguru’s shoulders as they drift back and forth in the pool. He furrows his eyebrows once more before pressing a deep kiss to Suguru’s lips. “You’re not gonna change my mind, baby.” Suguru says as Satoru continues trying to attack his lips. Satoru finally gives up and lets go, swimming over to the opposite wall of the pool. “Are you gonna pout over there now?”

“Yeah.” Satoru says, facing the direction of the beach with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

“Baby.” Suguru coos, swimming over to stand at the wall next to him. “You can’t just pout when you don’t get what you want.” He smiles, thinking to himself that it sounds like he’s talking to a toddler.

“Sugu, you can’t expect me to be skinny dipping with you in our private pool on vacation and not want to have sex with you.” Satoru explains dramatically, still looking forward and refusing to turn and look at Suguru who chuckles lightly.

“Satoru,” Suguru starts, his saccharine voice saying Satoru’s name never fails to make him completely melt at the sound of it. He can’t help but finally turn to look at Suguru as he talks. “If you behave, and stop acting like a brat when you don’t get your way…” He continues, looking at Satoru with raised eyebrows. “I’ll be honest, I’ve already thought about fucking you on every surface in this house.” He says with a straight face. Satoru’s cheeks immediately flush a shade of pink, surprised at Suguru’s blunt response. “So, are you going to stop being so greedy and behave for a while?” He asks, looking at Satoru, waiting for an answer.

Satoru nods his head, but Suguru raises his eyebrows at him once again. “Yes sir.” Satoru says, knowing that Suguru wants to hear it out loud.

“There’s my good boy.” Suguru says with a sweet smile. “Now, what are we making for dinner?” He changes the subject and leaves Satoru with a quick peck on the cheek.

After swimming for a while longer, they both get out and rinse off before getting dressed once again to make dinner. They make chicken stir fry together before sitting down at the table to eat, the view of the pool and the trees just outside the doors.

“So what’s the plan for tomorrow?” Suguru asks as they eat their meal.

“Well, nothing’s set in stone, but I thought that maybe we could go to the aquarium tomorrow.” Satoru suggests. “I haven’t been here since I was a kid, but I remember it being amazing.” He explains, knowing that Suguru has never been before. “I already have tickets, but we can go any day this week.”

“Let’s do that tomorrow morning.” Suguru suggests. “Or whenever we get out of bed, really. It doesn’t matter what time, to me.”

“It closes at 6:30, so that gives us plenty of time even if we wake up a little late.”

“Anything else planned that I should know about?” Suguru asks, wanting to know a little bit more about what they would be doing during their week-long stay.

“Well… I have dinner reservations for us on Thursday at the restaurant here. It’s pretty fancy and it was not easy to get reservations, so I hope you’re excited.”

“I can’t wait.” Suguru says with a soft smile on his face, excited for whatever they have planned for the week.

“Most of the time is just open and we can do whatever we want, but I wanted this to be a relaxing vacation, so I didn’t plan too much. I hope that’s okay with you.”

“Of course it is, baby. I’m happy just being here with you.”

Satoru smiles across the table at him as they continue eating their dinner, the setting sun coming through the window and lighting their faces with a golden bath of sunlight. “You want some dessert?” Satoru asks, grabbing both of their plates and taking them back to the kitchen before opening the fridge.

“I’m good right now baby, I think I’m gonna go shower, okay?” Suguru says, standing up from his spot at the table.

“I’ll be waiting for you.” Satoru says with a smirk as he opens up an ice cream bar from the freezer and sticks it in his mouth. Suguru smiles to himself as he makes his way back towards the bathroom to take a shower before bed. Satoru finishes his ice cream and also heads to the bedroom. He strips down to his underwear and climbs into bed, pulling the covers up over himself as he looks at his phone. All the lights are turned off except for the bathroom lights overflowing out into the bedroom.

Satoru didn’t even realize how tired he was until he felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier. Shit, no. He tries to fight it, but ultimately loses the battle and drifts off to sleep, waiting for Suguru to join him in bed.

Suguru finishes his shower and finally turns off the bathroom light before heading back out only to see that Satoru is fast asleep in the middle of the bed. Suguru smiles to himself as he climbs into bed beside him. “Satoru?” He whispers, not wanting to wake him if he really is asleep. When there’s no answer, he figures that he really must have been the tired one after their day of traveling. “Good night, Toru.” Suguru whispers before leaving a delicate kiss to his temple and draping his arm over his waist. The sound of the ocean acts as white noise helping him drift peacefully off to sleep.

~~~~~~~~~~

“That one looks like you.” Suguru says, pointing to a preserved goblin shark sitting in one of the many tanks in the deep sea section of the aquarium.

“Hey!” Satoru whisper-yells while Suguru chuckles quietly. He looks around, trying to find something that he can compare Suguru to to get back at him. “Yeah? Well you look like that one.” Satoru retorts, pointing at one of the spider crabs in the main tank.

“I do not!” Suguru tries to argue back as they walk through the exhibit.

“Yes you do, but don’t worry, I love you no matter what you look like, Sugu.” Satoru coos, trying to turn it around. Suguru shakes his head as he grabs Satoru’s hand and pulls him along, wanting to go to the next section. “Would you love me if I was a goblin shark?”

“Shut up, of course I would. Let’s go to the Kuroshio sea already.” Suguru says, getting impatient and wanting to finally see the large tank. They head back through a room with a tank full of sharks and make out to the large blue room. The blue light coming from the tanks is all that’s lighting the entire room. The two of them walk towards the back of the room so that they can get the view of the whole thing, as well as stay on the edges of the crowd. Suguru’s mouth is open as the giant whale shark swims by, along with a few other fish swimming alongside with it.

Satoru doesn’t pay attention to the actual fish as much as he does to Suguru’s reaction to it all. He smiles as he watches Suguru look at everything, just taking it all in.

“This is so fucking cool.” Suguru whispers, not wanting one of the many kids running around to hear him cursing. Satoru chuckles lightly and smiles as Suguru finally turns to look at him.

“Isn’t it?” Satoru asks, finally turning to look at the tank for a moment. Hundreds of fish swim together, their scales shining as they all turn together as a school. There are so many different species of fish and other sea life, he doesn’t even know what to focus on.

“Your eyes are the same color.” Suguru says, looking between Satoru and the massive tank in front of them. Satoru smiles silently, giving Suguru’s hand a squeeze as he turns to look at him once again. Suguru is too busy looking at the giant manta ray that swims by, also accompanied by many smaller fish. He takes out his phone and snaps just a couple pictures before putting it away. What he didn’t notice, though, was Satoru taking pictures of his reactions to everything.

Satoru slips his phone back in his pocket sneakily, excited to go back and look at the pictures later.

“What are you smiling about?” Suguru asks, suddenly suspicious of Satoru’s smiley state.

“What? I can’t smile when I’m with you?” Satoru asks defensively, raising his eyebrows at him. Suguru narrows his eyes at him, still slightly suspicious, but not knowing what about. They stay in the same spot for about 10 minutes just looking and watching all the fish that continue to swim by. “Are you hungry?” Satoru asks, finally speaking up.

“Sure.” Suguru says, nodding his head. Satoru leads the way to the cafe where they luckily are able to get a table next to the glass.

They eat their food while giant manta rays and whale sharks swim by just above them, making for a breathtaking lunch. “Thank you, baby.” Suguru says, looking across the table at Satoru as he eats the blue colored cupcake he picked out. “This is amazing.”

“Anything for you, Suguboo.” Satoru says with a big smile on his face, his mouth full of cupcake.

“You wanna head back after you’re done?” Suguru suggests. They had already been at the aquarium for a good few hours and had seen pretty much everything. Satoru nods his head eagerly as he finishes stuffing the last bit of the cupcake into his mouth. He quickly finishes and they clean up after themselves before heading back towards the front to catch their ride back to the resort.

The ride isn’t too terribly long, but Suguru enjoys looking out the window as they drive along the coast. Satoru rests his head on Suguru’s shoulder and lets his fingers brush aimlessly along his thigh, slowly making their way further and further up until Suguru finally pushes his hand back down towards his knee with a quiet click of his tongue.

“Did you forget when I told you to behave and you agreed?” Suguru asks, leaning in close to Satoru’s ear for only him to hear.

“Nope.” Satoru says with a cheeky smile. Suguru shakes his head and scoffs lightly at him, knowing that he’s just trying to get him riled up.

“Well…” Suguru starts, his voice low and dark, “The more you keep acting like this, the longer you’re prolonging getting what you want.” He says before pulling back and flashing Satoru the sweetest smile possible. Satoru swallows thickly as he sits back in his seat, deciding to keep his hands to himself for the remainder of the drive.

They make it back to the villa and head back inside, thoroughly surprised with how much fun they had at the aquarium. “Did you have fun, Gugu?” Satoru asks as Suguru closes the door behind them. He turns around and his hands find a spot on Suguru’s waist, pulling him in closer.

“I really did.” Suguru says as he gets closer to Satoru’s face. Satoru looks at him, waiting for a moment before Suguru finally closes the gap with a deep kiss. “Thank you.” He whispers before leaving him with one last kiss before walking past him into the bedroom. Satoru lets out a groan and follows behind him, thinking that their kiss would lead somewhere.

“Do you wanna go down to the beach?” Satoru suggests, going to grab his swim shorts from where they sit in the drawer.

“Sure!” Sugugu calls out from the bathroom. “Just let me put my hair up and we can go, okay?”

Satoru gets into his swimsuit and sits on the cushy bench at the foot of the bed as he waits for Suguru. Suguru finally comes out of the bathroom with his hair up and his swimsuit on, ready to head down to the beach. Satoru stands up, excited and ready to go swim in the ocean. “Sugu, you look so cute in your little yellow shorts.” Satoru says as they make their way down the sandy path that leads to the water.

“Says you.” Suguru says, leaving a quick smack to Satoru’s ass, making him jump as they continue down the path.

“Ah!” He lets out a yelp as he jumps at the feeling. “Don’t do that!”

“Shut up, you love it.” Suguru says with a smirk. Satoru is silent, knowing what Suguru’s telling the truth and if he tries to say otherwise, he’ll call him out on it. They make it down to the beach after their short walk, and spot a daybed with linen curtains draped over it flowing in the light ocean breeze. They drop their towels onto the bed and Satoru immediately sprints into the water, splashing like crazy the entire way. Suguru chuckles to himself as he sets his book down and covers it with his towel and goes to join Satoru in the water.

“Come on! It’s perfect!” Satoru calls out, trying to hurry Suguru along.

“I’m coming, I’m coming, calm down.” Suguru murmurs as he finally wades into the water. The light blue water is the perfect temperature to combat the hot afternoon sun. Satoru almost immediately splashes Suguru as he gets closer to him. “Hey!” Suguru shouts, trying to shield himself from his attack. Once he gets close enough, he starts splashing him back, but much more effectively.

“Ah! Okay, okay! That’s enough!” Satoru shouts, quickly surrendering to Suguru’s relentless splashing.

“So quick to give up, huh?” Suguru teases as he stops splashing and stands next to Satoru as they bob up and down in the calm waves. Satoru wraps his arms around Suguru’s shoulders and subsequently, his legs around his hips. Suguru holds underneath Satoru’s legs as he hangs onto him like a koala.

Satoru smiles at Suguru as their faces rest just inches apart. He closes the gap and presses his lips to Suguru’s, tasting the salt of the ocean on his mouth. Suguru reciprocates, licking his tongue lightly along Satoru’s bottom lip. He feels him smile against his lips and pulls away suddenly, pulling a whine from him.

“Suguruuuu.” Satoru whines. “I just want to kiss youuu.” He draws out his words, looking at Suguru with puppy dog eyes and his bottom lip stuck out in a pout.

“You see, Toru… I think you have ulterior motives.” Suguru says, teasing lightly.

“Of course I do.” Satoru says, rolling his eyes like it was already obvious. Suguru chuckles lightly before Satoru lets go and floats by himself for a moment. “This feels so nice.” Satoru says, the water rippling over his shoulders while he floats on his back. Suguru watches him fondly, thinking about how lucky he feels to have Satoru in his life.

They float around in the warm water for a while before Suguru finally decides to go up and sit on the beach and read for a while. Satoru’s sunglasses sit beside their towels, so he picks them up and puts them on, using them to shield his eyes while he reads. He dries off and lays down on the daybed while Satoru continues floating around in the water and picking up whatever things he finds in the sand. “Gugu, look at this!” Satoru shouts out as he holds up a large shell that he found while walking around in the shallow water.

“Nice!” Suguru shouts back, smiling wide at how excited Satoru is about his discovery. He continues reading through his book, looking up every so often when Satoru would call out to him. The sea breeze is soothing as it flows over his damp salty skin. The beaming sun is filtered through the linen curtains draped over the frame covering the bed, making it the perfect temperature to sit there and read. He sits propped up against the large fluffy cushions, not even noticing when Satoru finally comes out of the water and up to where he sits.

He dries off and sits down at the edge of the cushion, looking back at Suguru as he leans back on his elbows, holding the book in front of him with his knees bent and splayed out wide. Satoru crawls up the middle of the bed and lays down on his stomach right in between Suguru’s legs, snaking his arms up and around his waist as he lays on his stomach. His chin rests on Suguru’s stomach as he looks up, waiting for Suguru to pay attention to him.

“Suguru.” Satoru’s long legs are splayed wide behind him, his feet hanging off the edges of the bed. “Suguru… Sugu.” He continues, starting to poke Suguru’s book to try to get him to pay attention to him while Suguru does his best to ignore him. “Suguruuuuuuuuu.” Satoru draws out. Suguru finally puts his bookmark in the book and sets it to the side.

“Yes my darling angel?” Suguru asks sarcastically, his face waiting for him to continue what was so important. Satoru’s sunglasses sit low on his nose as he looks over the edges down at him.

“Pay attention to me.” Satoru commands.

Suguru looks at him blankly for a moment, nothing but the noise of the waves crashing on the shore and the light breeze flowing past. “Is that really what you’re acting like this for?” Satoru nods his head enthusiastically before Suguru picks back up his book and continues right where he left off, now using Satoru’s head as a stand to keep his book upright. Satoru furrows his eyebrows behind the book before laying his head back down in Suguru’s lap.

He lays there peacefully for a while before Suguru feels a set of teeth on the skin of his stomach.

“Did you just bite me?” Suguru asks, setting his book down once again, holding his finger in between the pages to hold his spot.

“You love it when I bite you.” Satoru says, looking up at him, his mouth still sitting right next to the bare skin that he just lightly sank his teeth into.

“Yeah, under different circumstances.” Suguru admits, looking to the side with a slight grin.

“Come on, bangs.” Satoru says, looking up at Suguru through his eyelashes.

Suguru furrows his brows down at him. “Did- Did you just call me bangs?” Suguru asks, surprised by the suddenly new nickname.

“Yeah.”

“Alright toe, listen here. How about you let me finish this chapter and then we can go back and shower and eat dinner, yeah?”

“Why toe?” Satoru asks, looking up at Suguru confused and completely ignoring the rest of his suggestion.

“You know, like Sa-toe-ru.” Suguru says with a shrug. “It makes sense.”

Satoru shakes his head with a smile on his face. “It’s alright.”

“Alright?! I’ve been sitting on this one for weeks.” Suguru explains, now completely forgetting about his book.

“I just think you could’ve done better. It’s not the worst though. Better than Gogo, at least.” Satoru looks up at Suguru with the sweetest eyes he can muster. “Can we pleaseee go back now?” Satoru whines, wanting to head back.

“You can head back now, but I’m finishing this chapter.” Suguru says, focusing on his book once again. Satoru lets out a groan and settles back down, laying his head on Suguru’s lap and deciding to patiently wait for him to finish, knowing that he isn’t going to change his mind.

Suguru finally finishes his chapter after what Satoru swears are hours, but in reality, it’s only about ten minutes. When Suguru sticks his book mark back in and closes his book, Satoru immediately jumps up, excited to head back. He grabs all their things, not wanting Suguru to have an excuse to take any longer. Satoru nearly drags Suguru back to the villa, wanting to get into the shower already.

“Sugu, come on!” Satoru whines, trying to pull him along. They make it back and Satoru immediately heads into the bathroom to turn the shower on. Suguru puts his book and Satoru’s sunglasses on the nightstand before following Satoru into the bathroom.

“What are you so eager for?” Suguru asks with a hidden smirk, fully knowing the answer to his own question. Satoru is already in the outdoor shower when Suguru makes it into the bathroom. He chuckles to himself as he steps through the door leading outside.

Satoru is standing under the water already, rubbing the feeling of the ocean water and sand from his face when Suguru finally joins him. The evening sun peeks over the sides of the privacy wall, letting them shower while the sun begins to slowly set over the ocean. He stands behind him and rests his hands on the sides of Satoru’s shoulders before pressing a tender kiss to the side of his neck.

“Suguru…” Satoru says in a warning tone. “Please don’t tease me like that if you’re not going to follow through.”

“You think I should listen to you when you’ve been acting like a brat since we got here?” Suguru asks, his mouth right next to Satoru’s ear as he talks, leaving shivers up his back and arms.

Satoru turns around and looks at Suguru with begging eyes. “But yesterday you said if I behave-” Suguru immediately cuts him off.

“And you think you’ve behaved?” Suguru asks with one eyebrow raised. Satoru shuts his mouth, tucking his lips in between his teeth. “Exactly.” Suguru says with a smirk as he wraps his arms around Suguru’s shoulders and pulls him closer.

“But I will, Sugu, I promise.” Satoru says as he jets out his bottom lip into a pout.

“Actions speak louder than words, y’know?” Suguru says with a slight teasing tone in his voice. Satoru rolls his eyes and lets his head fall back with an exasperated groan.

“You’re just cruel.” Satoru says, using the same response from the previous night. Suguru smiles at him, his face unchanged. They finish rinsing off before stepping back inside and drying off. Satoru stands at the mirror with a towel wrapped low around his hips and Suguru does the same as he dries his hair.

Suguru gets his hair most of the way dry and throws it up haphazardly into a bun while Satoru waits on the bed wearing absolutely nothing. “Are you trying to seduce me now?” Suguru asks with a slight chuckle, walking out of the bathroom through the bedroom towards the kitchen wearing just a pair of shorts. Satoru doesn’t say anything and just watches as Suguru continues out of the room. He sits up with a huff and pulls on shorts of his own, deciding to follow him out.

They had decided earlier in the day to order dinner from one of the resort restaurants to be delivered, so they eat their dinner while they snuggle up on the couch and watch a movie in the living room together. The setting sun comes through the wall of windows, painting the entire house with a warm golden light like no other. After they finish with their food, Suguru sits back with his arm up on the back of the couch and Satoru cuddles up into him, wrapping his arms around his torso and resting his head on the warm bare skin of his chest as they sit together under one of the soft fluffy blankets on the couch.

Suguru continues watching the movie, but quickly notices Satoru has stopped paying attention entirely and has made it his life’s mission to make it impossible for Suguru to pay attention as well. Instead, he’s started to leave soft kisses on Suguru’s chest and up towards the bottom of his neck. Suguru leans his head back almost involuntarily to allow Satoru to keep working his way up with his warm lips. No matter how much he enjoys toying with and teasing Satoru, he wants him just as bad. Suguru can feel the smile on Satoru’s soft lips as they press against his neck over and over again, not leaving an inch unkissed. He stops just below Suguru’s jaw to suck lightly, quickly leaving a purple mark on his neck. Suguru smiles, knowing what he’s doing, and this time, he’s decided to let him continue.

Satoru continues kissing and sucking lightly all over Suguru’s neck and jaw, leaving faint purple marks on his skin before he moves up to kiss on his ear. He presses a kiss right below it before he takes Suguru’s earlobe in between his teeth, biting it gently and tugging on it before letting go again.

Suguru has to restrain himself from letting out a groan at the feeling, not wanting to give in just yet. “Satoru?” Suguru softly asks, the smile apparent in his voice. Satoru hums in response, acting completely clueless. “What are you doing?” Suguru asks although he already knows the answer.

Satoru pulls away and looks up at Suguru with a cheeky smile. “Nothin.’”

“Hm.” Suguru says, looking down his nose at Satoru. “Interesting.” He looks back at the tv. “It just seems to me like you’re trying to do something…” Satoru smiles as he almost immediately dives back in to continue leaving kisses on Suguru’s neck. He inhales slowly, letting his head tilt back once again as his eyes flutter closed, taking in the feeling of Satoru’s lips leaving wet kisses in the perfect spots. Damn him for knowing me so well. “Sweetheart?”

The way it melts out of his mouth makes Satoru smile against his skin once again. “Mmhm?” Satoru hums again in response. Suguru feels his breath tickle the soft skin of his neck.

“Why don’t you just tell me what it is that you want?” He asks, his hand starting to rub gentle circles on Satoru’s back. He knows full well what Satoru wants, but needs to hear him say it first. Satoru pulls back from where he’s attached to Suguru’s neck and looks up at him with an almost desperate look on his face.

“Sugu, I’ve been telling you since we got here that I want you.” He says, the end of his sentence turning more into a whine than anything else. Suguru smiles at him, the needy look in his eyes almost making him break… Almost.

“Baby, I’m right here.” He answers completely seriously, trying to play dumb for as long as he can.

Satoru rolls his eyes. “You know that’s not what I mean.”

“I’m not so sure that I do know what you mean?” Suguru continues to play dumb, enjoying seeing how absolutely crazy it drives Satoru.

Satoru lets out his breath with a huff as his head falls back, his eyes closed with a pained look on his face before he looks back at Suguru with furrowed brows. “I know what you’re doing here, Gugu.”

“Oh really? And what exactly is it that I’m doing?” Suguru asks with a playful smirk.

“You’re denying me my basic human needs.” Satoru says dramatically, making Suguru let out a chuckle at his insane explanation. “I’m serious!”

“Are you sure you need it?” Suguru asks with a raised brow. Satoru nods his head eagerly, thinking he’s finally going to get what he’s been waiting so impatiently for. “I think you just want it.”

“Okay, I want it.” Satoru says, shaking his head. “What’s your point?” His legs quickly find their way thrown across Suguru’s lap as he pulls himself closer. Suguru takes a deep breath as he feels Satoru’s weight shift to sit on his lap. He tries his best to focus on not getting hard yet, because where’s the fun in teasing Satoru like this if he has something to work with?

“Baby, what kind of boyfriend would I be if I just gave you everything you wanted all the time?” Suguru asks sweetly.

“A good one?” Satoru looks down with a smirk and a glint in his eye, knowing full well that he’s being a smartass to try to get a rise out of his stubborn boyfriend.

“Tch.” Suguru clicks his tongue before he chuckles once again, surprised he didn’t see that answer coming. His hand unexpectedly reaches up to grab the back of Satoru’s hair, holding it snugly in between his fingers as he tilts his head slightly back, making the delicate skin of his neck more accessible.

“Hah-” Satoru breathes out at the feeling, a crazed smile quickly spreading across his face as Suguru leans in close to his neck. Satoru shivers at the feeling of his warm breath tickling the skin just below his ear.

“You really don’t realize just how much of a spoiled brat you are, do you?” Suguru whispers before pressing a single hot tender kiss to Satoru’s neck, pulling a soft whine from the back of his throat. He smiles at the sound, finding it a thousand times harder to hold back now.

“I think you should show me.” Satoru whispers back, thinking he’s finally won. Suguru’s face falters for a moment while he thinks before letting go of Satoru’s hair and sitting back, resting his hands lightly on Satoru’s legs that sit on either side of his hips.

“Hm, I don’t think so.” Suguru says, shaking his head, trying to seem unimpressed, but inside he’s screaming for it just as bad as Satoru is. He’s having a little too much fun teasing him like this to give it up now.

Satoru’s expression quickly falls, thinking he for sure had finally been successful. His brows furrow as he slowly shifts the way he’s sitting. Suguru does his best to keep a straight face as Satoru slowly grinds his hips downwards, moving in slow, smooth circles. Satoru smirks as he feels Suguru starting to get hard underneath him. “Just because you make me hard doesn’t mean I have to fuck you.” Suguru says, meeting Satoru’s eyes with his eyebrows raised. He does everything in his power to hide how good it actually feels because unfortunately, both of them are equally as stubborn when it comes to their own convictions.

“I know,” Satoru starts with a cheeky smile on his face, continuing to slowly move his hips around. Suguru’s face changes to one of uncertainty, not completely sure of what he means by that. Satoru leans back down to continue kissing Suguru’s neck while he straddles his hips. “You don’t have to.” Suguru is slightly surprised at Satoru’s seemingly sudden change in approach.

“And what do you mean by that?” Suguru asks, now curious.

Satoru tosses the blanket to the side before he climbs off of Suguru and kneels on the floor in front of the couch. “You’ll find out soon enough.” The smug smirk on Satoru’s face as he kisses down Suguru’s bare tattooed chest and stomach is one of someone with a plan. Suguru quickly realizes what he’s doing while Satoru starts giving soft kisses to his hardened cock straining against his shorts. He finally decides to stop talking and just watch as Satoru kisses it through the fabric. He inhales sharply through his nose when Satoru’s hand finally reaches up to massage him through his shorts for a moment before impatiently hooking his fingers into the waistband.

“So desperate to have my cock in your mouth you can’t even wait any longer?” Suguru teases as he lifts up his hips to allow Satoru to pull his shorts off, although he’s just as desperate to feel Satoru’s hot mouth around him. Satoru doesn’t answer as he looks at the sight in front of him like it’s his first time.

“So beautiful.” Satoru mutters with a smile and eyes full of admiration. Suguru can’t help but blush at his comment, shaking his head as he breathes slowly. Satoru takes it in his hand and gives it a few slow pumps, looking up at Suguru’s eyes the entire time, waiting for a reaction. Suguru inhales deeply once again, doing his best to remain expressionless. “Really? You’re gonna give me nothing?” Satoru asks, raising his eyebrows with surprise. Suguru can’t help but laugh lightly at his reaction. “There’s my pretty Sugu’s laugh.” Satoru praises as he leans down to press a few kisses up the side and finally on the tip, feeling the hot skin against his lips. “Could listen to it all day long.” Satoru continues, looking up from his spot on the floor.

Suguru finally lets a smile stay on his face. He won’t say it out loud, but he wants to feel the back of Satoru’s throat more than anything right now. What the fuck is he doing to me? Suguru is almost always the one in charge, but right now he can’t help but nearly drool at the way this is making him feel. I think I could get used to this. Satoru quickly takes his mind off of it when his warm mouth closes around the tip of his aching cock. He watches for a moment, taking in the utterly perfect sight in front of him.

Satoru traces his tongue around Suguru’s leaking tip before pulling away for a moment, leaving his tongue hanging out his mouth. The string of saliva mixed with precum connecting Satoru’s tongue to Suguru’s pleading tip is enough to make Suguru’s hips shift upwards, nearly chasing after Satoru’s mouth as he pulls away. He has to hold back the noise that wants to escape from deep in his chest, but Satoru notices the look on his face anyways.

“Not so nice when it happens to you, huh?” Satoru teases, looking up at Suguru with innocent eyes.

Suguru shakes his head as his nose scrunches slightly. “Fuck you.” He breathes out, looking down at Satoru with darkened eyes.

“You want to, huh?” Satoru continues teasing, holding his hand firmly around the base of Suguru’s cock, not loosening his grip whatsoever.

Fuck. Where the hell did this version of my boyfriend come from? Suguru thinks to himself. Satoru finally lowers his mouth around him once again, this time going further than just the tip. Suguru finally lets out a groan from deep in his throat, letting Satoru know how good he’s already doing as he continues. Even when Suguru’s head falls back over the edge of the couch, Satoru’s eyes stay focused up on his face, wanting to see every reaction from him. Suguru’s eyes fall shut and his mouth hangs open, his chest moving more as his breathing picks up slightly.

“Shit, baby. Doing so fucking good.” Suguru hisses as one of his hands laces itself into Satoru’s snowy hair, holding onto his head gently as he continues taking him deeper and deeper. Satoru hums happily around his cock, looking up through his bright eyelashes and into Suguru’s dark honeyed eyes. “Mmm.” Suguru hums back in response, the vibrations from Satoru’s mouth feeling absolutely incredible.

The sun has mostly set, leaving them in the warmly lit house, surrounded by glass and the trees outside, but all they can focus on is one another. Satoru has one hand on Suguru’s thigh and the other gently massaging his balls as he takes him all the way into his mouth and throat. Tears are starting to brim the edges of his eyes and his mouth stings from the stretch, but he doesn’t care whatsoever. He would do anything to see Suguru just like this. His jaw is stiff and his throat is starting to become sore, so he takes the hand that rests on Suguru’s thigh and replaces his mouth with it, keeping up the same pace he had.

“How do I look, Suguru?” A mixture of drool and precum falls from his bright pink puffy lips down his chin onto Suguru’s shiny cock as he says it. His eyes are misty with tears threatening to spill over the edges and down his rosy pink cheeks.

Suguru’s hips jerk uncontrollably as he says it. “Fuck, Satoru.” He says shakily, his chest heaving up and down. If he didn’t have more self control, he would’ve cum just at his words. “Gonna fucking cum with you looking like that.” He warns, looking down at him with pink cheeks and his mouth slightly open, his bangs starting to stick to his forehead.

“Well we don’t want that, now do we?” Satoru says, looking up at Suguru with a fake pout, almost like he’s mocking him. Suguru shakes his head and lets out a chuckle as he grabs Satoru by the chin, leaning forward and pulling him up to meet him. Their lips crash together, a slick but sticky mess as Suguru quickly slips his tongue inside, tasting himself as he licks needily into his mouth. Satoru lets his tongue push back, smiling as Suguru lets out a deep moan into his mouth. Satoru is the first to pull away this time, standing up and quickly pulling off his shorts and kicking them off to the side. Before Suguru even has time to react, Satoru has one leg on either side of his hips, straddling him on the couch.

Suguru’s hands make their way up Satoru’s back, spreading his fingers wide and pulling his body as close as possible and back in for another kiss. Satoru smiles against Suguru’s mouth as he grinds his hips down against his still slick length. “Mmmh.” Suguru groans into Satoru’s mouth as he feels his weight press down. Satoru reaches down between them and grabs Suguru’s cock to position it against himself. Suguru looks up at him, waiting patiently until he finally sinks down painfully slowly.

“Ahh, fuck. So big, Sugu.” Satoru breathes out as he lowers himself, feeling Suguru slowly stretching him out and filling him up. He continues until he’s sitting all the way down on Suguru’s lap, flush against each other, waiting there for a moment before moving.

“You look so fucking pretty like this, baby.” Suguru says, looking up at Satoru with an enamored smile on his face. Satoru has a look of gratification on his face as he finally has what he wants; or so he thinks. He grabs onto Suguru’s shoulders holding onto him as he finally lifts himself back up and lowers himself once again, slowly starting to ride Suguru.

“Ah, f-fuck.” He stutters out, feeling the emptiness and fullness again as he slowly raises and lowers himself on Suguru’s cock. Suguru watches with a smirk on his face.

“You’re already squeezing me so tight, baby.” He says in a gravely tone. “Love watching you bounce up and down on my cock.” Satoru’s eyes are screwed shut, unable to focus on anything other than the feeling of Suguru deep inside of him. “You can’t even speak, can you?” Suguru asks, teasing him with a chuckle. Satoru’s eyes open and he looks down at Suguru as he continues bouncing up and down.

“Fuck… Yo-u.” He manages to get out, his voice just as shaky at his breathing. Suguru cracks a cheeky smile as he watches, locking his fingers together behind his head and leaning back as he watches Satoru fall apart on top of him.

“It’s been- what?- 30 seconds, and you're already like this?” Suguru teases, looking at the beautiful view on top of him. Satoru stops for a moment, his thighs already starting to burn from being on top. He lets out a whiny moan as he wiggles his hops around, feeling Suguru reaching where he could never with just his own fingers. “Done already?” Satoru lets out another whine as he looks down at Suguru. “Do I need to do everything for you?” He asks, unclasping his hands from behind his head and grabbing at Satoru’s ass, digging his fingers into the flesh before lifting him up on his own and dropping him back down.

“Ah, shit!” Satoru cries out as he continues, now with Suguru’s help. The lewd sound of skin slapping together fills the living room, completely drowning out the sound of the long forgotten movie that they had been watching. “Nngh-” Satoru’s legs feel like they’re going to give out beneath him, but Suguru is doing most of the work lifting him up and slamming him back down on his cock.

“You’re really tired already?” Suguru teases again when he stops helping and Satoru stills once again, sitting there feeling full of Suguru’s cock. Satoru looks down at him, breathing heavily with his mouth hanging slightly ajar. Suguru shakes his head with a smirk. “Hold on.” He commands Satoru as he grabs onto the bottom of his thighs. Satoru immediately listens and wraps his arms around the back of his shoulders, resting his head in the crook of his neck as Suguru leans forward and stands up, successfully keeping himself inside. He hurries through the kitchen and back towards the bedroom before tossing Satoru on the bed.

The smile on Satoru’s face is one of victory, knowing that he’s finally getting what he wants. He lays on his back, looking up with a smirk while Suguru stands at the edge of the bed. Suguru grabs Satoru’s hips and pulls him towards the edge and flips him over so that he’s on his knees. With no warning whatsoever, Suguru thrusts himself back into Satoru’s tight hole, earning a shriek of surprise from him.

“Ah! Fuck, Sugu!” Satoru cries out, not expecting him to start up again so suddenly. He feels Suguru’s fingers digging into the sides of his waist, holding on tightly as he fucks relentlessly into him. “Sugu,” He manages to breathe out. “The doors are still open.” Satoru points out.

“Baby, I don’t care if the whole fucking island hears.” Suguru growls out. The next villa wasn’t necessarily close, but close enough to hear if you’re being as loud as Satoru is.

“Fu-u-ck.” Satoru cries out, his long fingers gripping the sheets beneath him as Suguru continues drilling deep into him. Suguru lets out an almost animalistic groan at the feeling of Satoru squeezing around his cock. He slows down for a moment before stopping, looking down at the way Satoru’s back arches and his arms are shoved out in front of him. Satoru whines as soon as he feels Suguru’s hips still. “Don’t stop.” He pushes himself back up on his hands before starting to push himself back against Suguru, moving himself if Suguru won’t do it for him. “Ah-ah-ngh.”

Suguru looks down at the view in front of him, his mouth open as he watches Satoru’s ass bounce back against his hips, watching his cock disappear completely into him. “Fuck. Yeah, fuck yourself with my cock, baby, just like that.” Satoru turns back to look at Suguru as he continues, his mouth hanging open and his eyebrows screwed together as his hair hangs in front of his eyes. “My pretty Toru.” He says before kneeling on the bed and readjusting the two of them towards the top of the mattress. Suguru quickly replaces his hands on either side of Satoru’s waist and continues his rough, deep thrusts once again.

Satoru shoves his face down into the pillows as whiny moans slip from his mouth, his eyes rolling back into his head as his legs start to feel shaky underneath himself. He reaches back towards Suguru, smiling dumbly when he feels Suguru’s hand grab tightly onto his.

“How’s my pretty toru doing?” Suguru questions, not bothering to slow down whatsoever. Loud obscene sounds of their bodies slapping together echo throughout the room and out into the outside through the open doors. “Regretting acting like a brat?” He lands a swift smack on Satoru’s ass, earning a loud mewl from him and quickly leaving a red mark from where his hand hit. Both of their bodies are covered in a sheen of sweat, shiny and sticky from the activity.

Satoru lifts his head from the pillows, steadying himself on shaky arms. “Never.” He says, turning back to look at Suguru with an alluring smirk on his rosy pink face.

“Fuck, I love you.” Suguru says, seeing the fucked out look on Satoru’s face. He slows down for a moment, leaning over to press a few tender kisses to Satoru’s back. “If you want me to fuck you like the cock-hungry whore that you are, why don’t you just ask nicely, baby? You don't have to be such a brat.” Suguru keeps thrusting deep into him with every word, feeling Satoru’s walls squeezing him tighter than ever before.

Satoru can’t help but cry out loudly into the pillow as Suguru hits the sweet spot deep inside him over and over again, seemingly effortlessly. He quickly feels himself coming close to the edge, knowing that he’s going to cum any second. “Shit, Sugu, slow down, gonna cum.” He says weakly, turning around to look up at Suguru with misty eyes.

Suguru hears him but ignores him, not caring. “So cum for me then.” He says darkly, breathing heavily and keeping up with the same vigorous pace. Satoru holds his bottom lip in between his teeth, fruitlessly trying to hold back his cries as he tips over the edge, Suguru continuing to relentlessly thrust into him.

“F-fuuck, Sugu, ah- hah- hahh.” He draws out as his muscles contract while Suguru fucks him through his orgasm. “Shi-i-it.” He mewls, Suguru hitting his sweet spot over and over as he climaxes, cum spilling out onto the bed sheets beneath him. His knees start to actually give out underneath him, but Suguru holds his hips up as he keeps going. “Ah-hah, too much Sugu, slow down.” He begs weakly, turning back to look at Suguru.

Shaking his head, Suguru does anything but slows down. “You wanted this baby, you’re gonna get it.” Suguru has a smirk on his face as he chases after his own orgasm, the feeling of Satoru’s walls quivering around him trying to pull it from him. He lets Satoru’s hips fall and leans over him, continuing to fuck his cock into him as he lays there face down in the pillows. “Look at you,” Suguru says, his voice gravelly as he speaks, leaning on his elbows that are now on either side of Satoru’s body as he drills down into him from behind. “Fucked you dumb, didn’t I?” He asks, not expecting an answer from Satoru.

“Mmm-ngh.” Satoru manages to get out as he feels his legs shaking uncontrollably. The wave of euphoria washing over him combined underneath the weight of Suguru on top of him is almost too much, tears threatening to spill over the edges of his eyes.

“Yeah, I did, didn’t I?” Suguru teases, answering his own question while chuckling lightly at Satoru’s inability to actually answer. His core starts to tighten, starting to feel himself inch closer and closer to the edge, while Satoru feels himself quickly building towards a second orgasm.

Nothing but muffled whimpers escape Satoru as he quickly grows oversensitive, feeling overstimulated by everything happening around him. He lifts his head up out of the pillows, tears spilling out of his eyes and down his cheeks as he sobs blissfully at the feeling of Suguru slamming his cock into him. He cries out loudly as Suguru hits his sweet spot over and over again, showing no sign of slowing down. Suguru’s teeth sink into the flesh of Satoru’s shoulder, leaving marks before pressing kisses to each one of the bite marks he leaves behind.

Suguru keeps pressing kisses to the back of Satoru’s shoulder, hearing his cries as he continues, feeling close, himself. “Fuck, baby. You’re squeezing me so tight, ‘m gonna cum.” He says into Satoru’s ear as he continues leaving kisses all over his skin, comforting him as he bullies his hole mercilessly. He suddenly spills himself into Satoru without any more warning, resulting in more loud cries from Satoru as he feels Suguru’s hot load filling him up. “Oh my fucking god, holy shit.” Suguru spits out curses as he tips over the edge.

Unable to speak, Satoru practically sees stars as he cums for a second time, whimpering weakly as Suguru continues fucking him through his own orgasm. His walls contract around Suguru, effectively milking him of every last drop. “Fuck, baby, you cumming again?” Suguru teases him as he slowly comes to a stop, lying still on top of Satoru for a moment to catch his breath. Their skin sticks together, pressed against each other as Suguru leaves soft kisses to Satoru’s shoulders. Satoru breathes heavily underneath him, just waiting until Suguru finally lifts his weight off of the top of him.

Suguru pulls out of Satoru, watching mesmerized as his cum spills out of Satoru’s hole. What a fucking sight. He leans over and presses a soft kiss to Satoru’s back before laying down next to him for a moment, calming down after his high. “You okay sweetheart?” Suguru asks, still breathing heavily as he looks over at Satoru who still lays face down in the pillows.

A muffled, “Mmhm,” comes out from an unmoving Satoru. Suguru lets out a slight chuckle as he throws his legs over the edge of the bed and stands up. “Stay right there, okay?” He says as he heads into the bathroom. He hears another, “Mmhm,” from Satoru, making him smile to himself, a feeling of pride having successfully fucked him within an inch from his life. He goes to turn on the faucet to get the bathtub filling up and hurries back through the bedroom and out towards the kitchen.

The open doors allow the cool evening breeze to flow through the house, successfully cooling him off and bringing in the salty smell of the ocean that successfully masks the smell of sex that lingers behind. He quickly grabs a glass of water and fills it up, also grabbing one of the small brownie pies that Satoru had picked out from one of the shops they had gone into earlier in the day. He takes a sip of the water as he makes his way back into the bedroom and sets it, as well as the pie down on the nightstand beside the bed, seeing Satoru still laying motionless in the pillows.

He hurries into the bathroom to make sure the tub isn’t getting too full and to add some bubbles before going back out to check on Satoru. “Baby?” He coos in a sickly sweet voice. “Are you okay?” He asks, sitting down on the edge of the bed and running his hand delicately over Satoru’s back. Satoru turns his head to look at Suguru with a tired smile, his hair a mess and his face still rosy pink.

“Mmhm.” He says with his eyes closed and a smile on his face. Suguru leans over and presses a delicate kiss to his temple, looking at him with all the love in the world behind his eyes as he brushes Satoru’s hair back out of his eyes.

“Do you want me to carry you?” He asks, now sure if Satoru can walk. He’s not surprised when he lets out another, “Mmhm,” with the tired smile still on his face. “Can you say anything else?”

Satoru shakes his head. “Mm-mm.” Suguru chuckles lightly, standing back up and carefully flipping him over and slipping his arms underneath his legs and behind his back and picking him up. He carries him into the bathroom and sets him gently into the tub, not almost full with water and bubbles. He hurries back to grab the glass of water and the brownie pie and brings them into the bathroom, setting them on the tray that rests across the large tub.

“Drink water.” He commands in a gentle yet demanding tone as he heads back out to quickly strip the messy sheets off of the bed. Satoru smiles at him from his spot in the bath and immediately reaches for the brownie instead. Suguru smiles back at him as he hurries back in and climbs into the tub opposite of him and turns off the faucet. “Was that what you wanted?” Suguru asks, a teasing smile on his face and raised eyebrows as he sinks down into the water, the heat instantly starting to soothe his muscles.

Satoru nods his head with a tired smile on his face as he chews and swallows the small treat that Suguru brought him. “Everything and more.” He says, picking up the glass to wash down the brownie with a sip of water. Suguru gently rubs Satoru’s leg under the water as it rests next to him, looking at him with a smile.

“Good.”

They sit quietly in the warm bath until the water turns cool, just enjoying each other’s company and the sound of the waves crashing in the distance. Satoru is the first to stand up and climb out of the tub, grabbing a towel to dry himself off before heading into the closet. He pulls on a pair of sweats and a tshirt while Suguru dries himself off and drains the tub. He follows after Satoru and heads into the closet and gets dressed before heading back out to the bedroom to see him sitting on the couch outside of their room that overlooks the pool.

Satoru sits there now with the small box of brownies from the kitchen, eating one as Suguru joins him, sitting down next to him. He reaches into the box that sits in Satoru’s lap and grabs one as he rests his other arm behind him along the back of the couch. Taking a bite and looking over at Satoru with a smile, he speaks up. “These are delicious. You picked a good set.”

Satoru rests his head on Suguru’s shoulder, popping the rest of the brownie in his fingers into his mouth. “I know my sweets, Gugu.” He says smugly. The cool night breeze blows past them, the heat emitting from their bodies keeping each other warm. Satoru lifts his head to look at Suguru and puts his arm behind his head before pulling the hair tie out of his hair, letting Suguru’s hair flow freely down over his shoulders.

Suguru looks at him with a questioning look. “Why?” He doesn’t bother asking a full question.

“I like it when your hair’s down. You’ve had it up all night.” Satoru explains, brushing his fingers carefully through his long raven locks. Suguru smiles, closing his eyes at the feeling, taking that as an acceptable answer. Satoru keeps the hair tie on his wrist and rests his head back down on Suguru’s shoulder. They sit in comfortable silence, eating their box of brownies until Satoru finally speaks up again. “Suguru?” He asks quietly.

“Yeah?” Suguru responds in the same calm, gentle voice.

“Do you think we’re meant to be together in every universe?” Satoru asks, his voice genuine as he speaks. Suguru furrows his brows, somewhat surprised at the random question, but smiling after thinking about it for a second.

He takes a deep breath, looking at the way the moonlight reflects off the glassy pool water in front of them. “I don’t care how cliché it sounds, but I would love you in every universe.”

Satoru sits there in silence for just a moment, seemingly thinking about Suguru’s answer. “Well…” He starts. Suguru turns his head, slightly craning his neck to look at Satoru as he lays on his shoulder. “Technically, there would be at least one where you didn’t.”

Suguru furrows his brows together and presses his lips together in a straight line as Satoru turns to look up at him. “Why the fuck did you ask then?” Suguru asks jokingly, looking at him with a confused look on his face.

Satoru smiles back up at him. “I wanted to see what you would say.”

“Do you also wanna ask me if I would love you if you were a worm while you’re at it? Because I’m not really a fan of bugs if I’m being honest.” Suguru says, his voice sounding slightly unimpressed.

Satoru’s mouth falls open with a dramatic gasp as he clutches his metaphorical pearls. “So you’re saying you wouldn’t love me in the universe where I’m a worm, but you would if I was a goblin shark?”

Suguru chuckles lightly at his response. “Maybe that’s the one, then.” He continues to play along with his ridiculous questioning, remembering their conversation from earlier in the day at the aquarium.

“Well good thing I’m not a worm then.” Satoru says, leaning his head back down on Suguru’s shoulder with a soft smile on his face. Suguru leans his head back, looking up at the sky and seeing the bright stars in the dark sky.

“Woah, you can really see the stars out here.” He says, looking up at the dark sky. Satoru looks up with him, the two of their heads leaning back over the edge of the couch. It was nothing like in the city where there was too much light pollution to see anything but the moon.

Satoru points to a bright star in the sky above them. “That’s Caph right there. Then if you look, you can see a kind of zig-zag shape and that’s the constellation Cassiopeia.” He says as Suguru listens intently, but is surprised at the sudden random knowledge from Satoru. “Though we can’t really see everything from down here, we should really be up on the roof.” Satoru continues, lifting his head back up. “Come on.” He motions, standing up and grabbing Suguru’s hand, and more importantly, the box of brownies.

“Why do you know that?” He asks, following Satoru without question as he stands up and heads inside. They make a stop in the kitchen to drop off the box of sweets, Satoru making sure to grab one more before they head up the large spiral staircase to the rooftop deck.

“It’s just interesting to me.” Satoru explains, taking a bite of the brownie as they ascend the stairs. “I’ll point out more constellations to you.”

They make it up to the roof and head out to lay down on the daybed that sits uncovered near the edge of the deck. Satoru lays down and pulls one of the pillows up under his head as Suguru lays down next to him, both of them flat on their backs. “Okay, so I showed you Cassiopeia, you see that one still?” He asks, doing his best to point it out to Suguru once again.

“Mmhm. Right there, right?” Suguru asks, also doing his best to point out the W-shaped constellation about two thirds of the way up in the sky.

“Exactly. If you follow the angle of the first and second star to the left, you see Alderamin. Do you see it?”

“I think so?” Suguru responds. It’s more of a question, not really sure if he’s looking in the correct spot at all.

“So now you can see these three stars connected to it in almost a square shape, and then a triangle kind of on the bottom of that. That’s the constellation Cepheus.”

“That’s so cool that you know that, baby.” Sugugu says, turning his head to look at Satoru with a smile.

“I know! Now pay attention!” He says, turning his head to look Suguru in the eye before motioning back up towards the sky. “If you look wayyyy up there, you can see Saturn.” Suguru chuckles silently to himself, just continuing to listen as Satoru rambles on about all the constellations that they can see in the sky above them. As the night goes on, his eyelids start to feel heavier and heavier, listening to Satoru’s voice and laying there with one of his legs thrown over Satoru’s. “Gugu, are you still listening or are you asleep?” Suguru hears, making his eyes shoot open as he inhales sharply.

“I’m awake.” He says, not sounding convincing whatsoever.

“We can go down and go to bed if you want. At this point, I’m just talking because you’re not stopping me.” Satoru clarifies. Suguru smiles, his eyes closing with it as Satoru sits up, leaning back on his hand as he looks down at Suguru.

“Are you sure? I like listening to you talk.” Suguru asks, opening his eyes and looking up at a smiling Satoru.

“Yeah. Also don’t worry, I can talk to you in bed, too, Suguboo. Come on, let's go to bed.” Satoru says before leaning down to press a soft kiss to Suguru’s lips, one to the tip of his nose, and one more to his forehead.

Suguru sits up, following Satoru back inside and down the stairs. They turn off all the lights as they make their way through the house and finally end up back in the bedroom, the doors to the outside still open. Satoru pulls them closed as Suguru brushes his teeth and hair before tossing his shirt in the closet and climbing into bed, having grabbed fresh sheets from the closet. Satoru finishes his own bedtime routine and quietly crawls into bed alongside Suguru, not surprised whatsoever to see that he’s already fast asleep, tired after their long and exciting day.

chapter 21

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The Maskmaker and the Masked (Sleep Token’s III x fem reader) 18+, NSFW

You are hired by Sleep Token to design new masks for the band. But you quickly realize your relationship with III is more than professional.

Warnings: SMUT - 18+, MINORS DNI. Oral, penetration

I did my best to maintain members being masked while making this somewhat realistic. This is the first fanfic I’ve ever written, so please be kind! I hope you enjoy!

London was cold and rainy. Your head was steadily throbbing after 10 hours on an airplane, your hair frizzing out from the two buns you had carefully arranged just that morning. You felt sticky and tired.

And yet, you couldn’t help the tingle of excitement that coursed through your body. From the back seat of the taxi, you watched the rain splatter the windows as you twirled your thumbs. Excited, yes, but also incredibly nervous.

You had been hired by one of your favorite bands, Sleep Token, to design new masks for the band members. Apparently, the members of the band had found your Instagram and had fallen in love with your work. After several emails and phone calls with their manager and a couple of signed NDAs, you were emailed plane tickets and the booking information for a hotel. And now, in just a matter of hours, you would be meeting the members to take measurements.

It had all happened so quickly, and while you felt confident in your work and thrilled by the opportunity, you were stressed about making a good impression.

***

A few hours later, feeling a bit more well-rested and certainly much cleaner, you followed the band’s manager through the winding corridors of an old house. It wasn’t quite where you were expecting to meet the members, but you were pleased by the aesthetic as it matched the mysterious vibe of the band itself. You made polite chit-chat with the manager, following them down a dimly lit hallway with red walls and ornate chandeliers.

Soon you heard the low thrum of male voices coming from a room ahead. You fiddled with the large tote bag that held your art supplies. The butterflies in your belly that had been softly fluttering all day long now grew into a frantic swarm.

The band manager stopped just before the door and turned towards you.

“Just remember, the band members will be masked, and you have signed NDAs that prevent you from releasing any sort of information about your time spent here with the band. I just want to reiterate that it is extremely important to the members that their privacy is respected”

You nodded. “Of course, I understand. I’m just honored to be here. I would never want to be disrespectful.” You meant this with all your heart. You appreciated the band’s desire to put their music first. You would never want them to lose that.

The manager offered you a genuine smile, and beckoned you into the room. “Right this way then.”

Taking careful steps and a few swipes at your hair (still frizzy - damn the rain), your eyes were met by the most beautiful sight.

All four members lay sprawled around a small, but gorgeously decorated room. Vessel lay stretched along a red leather couch, his legs so long that his feet (no shoes, just black socks with cat faces on them) dangled off the edge of the armrest. II was seated cross legged on the floor, clad in a thick black hoodie, reading what appeared to be a drummer’s magazine. IV stood by a window, sipping at a beer with his hands shoved in the pockets of his baggy black jeans. It was like staring at a piece of art far more spectacular than anything that lined the walls of this old manor. You weren’t even sure if you were still breathing.

Yet it was III that really caught your eye. He lounged casually in an overstuffed chair at the back corner of the room, long legs pulled up into his chest. His hair hung loosely around his mask. He wore a dark blazer and his trademark checkered socks. In a split second, you felt your body tune into his intense energy. He was incredibly attractive.

You had only a few moments to take them in like this, glorious in their peacefulness, before they realized you were there. Then it was all hugs and handshakes, smiles and questions.

“How was your flight? Not too dreadful, I hope.” Vessel asked you, taking your hands in his, their warmth welcome after the chilly weather. You were caught off guard by his voice at first, as you realized you had never heard any of them speak.

“Lovely to meet you, Y/N. I’ve admired your work for so long,” II offered, gazing at you rather intensely from piercing blue eyes.

“Come, sit.” IV said, clearing pillows off of the couch. You could see his eyes crinkled in a smile behind the fabric of his black mask. “We ordered pizza!”

It was at this very moment that your stomach grumbled loudly. You hadn’t eaten since breakfast.

This was received with gregarious laughter, but it was a quiet chuckle just behind you that made the hairs stand up on your neck. While you were being fretted over by the other members, III had managed to come up behind you.

“My my, we can’t have our girl so tired and hungry,” he spoke gently into your ear, his voice causing a shiver down your spine. Placing his large hand on the small of your back, he guided you firmly toward the couch. As you made to sit, his hands gently pulled the tote you carried from your shoulders. Everywhere III touched he left a burning imprint on your body.

“What else can I get for you, love?” he asked, kneeling before you and resting a hand on your knee. “You have come such a long way for us. I want to make sure you are well taken care of.”

Hot. He was so stupidly hot.

“I’m alright III, thank you.” You replied, trying to stay professional, even as his hand was burning a hole through your jeans. “Some food sounds lovely.”

“Good,” chimed in Vessel. “No work now. Tonight, we would just like to relax and get to know you.”

***

Soon the pizza arrived, and you spent the rest of your night immersed in delightful conversation. You talked about everything, from favorite foods to childhood pets, even playing a round of Never Have I Ever that left you laughing until your belly ached. Little by little, you felt yourself ease into their presence, becoming more comfortable and more capable of being yourself.

Still, you couldn’t help but notice the way III continued to look at you, his eyes always focused on you, lingering, assessing. You felt a knot in the deep parts of your gut. Was he checking you out? You felt like it was possible, but you didn’t want to read into it. You had a job to do. So instead, you continued to relax into the joyful company until the late hours of the night.

***

The next day was measuring day. You had everything you needed ready to go in your tote, and your head was swimming with ideas. The fact that your work was going to be worn by such talented musicians still felt unreal. Even more unreal after the incredible night you had just had. You couldn’t believe how sweet they all were, and they seemed just as in love with your art as you were with their music. The entire opportunity was a dream come true.

You arrived at the same manor as the night before, but this time you were led to a small sitting room flooded with natural light. Starting with Vessel, you met with each member one-by-one, having them sit on a stool in front of you while you gathered the data you needed.

While you worked, you chatted with them. They asked you questions about your art, and you asked similar questions back about their music. You listened intently, knowing that understanding their music on a deeper level would help you create better masks. Each interaction left you joyful and smiling. You still could not believe you were here with them, and how readily they welcomed you into their world.

The final member to measure was III. You could not lie to yourself, you had been the most excited to meet with him. You had spent your nighttime hours thinking about him, wondering what it would feel like to have him hold you, touch you, kiss you…

“Good morning Y/N.” IIIs voice pulled you out of your thoughts. Could he hear how loud your heart was beating?

“Good morning III,” you greeted him, plastering what you hoped was a nonchalant smile on your face. He looked ethereal, wearing a long-sleeve black button-down, and black jeans that perfectly accentuated his long legs. Just be professional, you reminded yourself. “Take a seat please, and we can get started.”

“Yes ma’am,” he quipped. Even as he sat, he still towered over you.

You pulled out your measuring tape and a pen and paper. Starting with his forehead, you drew the tape along the various planes of his face. Your fingers tickled with electricity as they studied the contours of his features under the black fabric of his mask.

The whole time, III gazed up at you with blue-grey eyes.

“Does it make it more difficult that we are masked while you’re doing this?” he asked you.

“Actually, it’s a bit easier,” you replied. “I can use the dimensions of your existing mask, rather than having to create complete new ones.”

He hummed with understanding. “Tell me more about your art. Why do you make masks?”

God, just him talking to you was getting you worked up.

“I’ve always been interested in the idea of losing oneself to one’s appearance. Whether it is a costume, makeup, tattoos, I often wonder if we use these things to hide ourselves, or to express ourselves more truly.” Your hands now measured the strong bridge of his nose. “Masks seem like the penultimate of this question. When we hide our faces, are we really hiding, or does the anonymity allow us to more fully be who we are?”

“How beautifully put.” Now you guided the tape along his jawline, feeling its sharpness under the fabric mask. Your fingers lightly traced the exposed skin of his neck, and you felt him stiffen. “A beautiful mind, beautiful art, a beautiful woman,” he said softly.

Your breath caught at his words and you shifted slightly. As you moved, your foot caught on his and you lost your balance, starting to fall backwards. But before you hit the ground, III’s strong arms wrapped around your waist pulling you towards his chest. His warmth, the strong muscles of his body, the musky smell of his cologne — all of it came crashing into you.

“Woah there love. I’ve got you.” He murmured into your hair as he continued holding you close. “I don’t need you getting hurt now. I’m not sure I could live with myself if you got hurt on my watch.”

You chuckled softly, but made no motion to pull away. “Thank you III. You just caught me off guard I guess.”

“Come now, I’m sure you’re used to such compliments.”

You felt yourself becoming braver now that you knew what he was trying to tell you. Now that his hands were starting to explore your waist, thumbs running small circles just under your breasts. “Ah, but I’ve never received such compliments from someone so…”

“Devilishly handsome?” he pulled back slightly, smirking down at you.

“So incredibly fucking hot.”

Two seconds. You felt him pause for two seconds while he registered what you said. By the third second, he had pulled the fabric of his mask up to his nose, wrapped his hands in your hair, and brought his lips down to meet yours.

The intensity of his kiss was ferocious. His teeth clattered into yours before he spread your lips with his tongue, sliding it in to meet your own. You kissed him back fiercely, as your hands explored his chest, his back, and finally ventured down to his ass.

That touch seemed to light him up even more, as suddenly he was picking you up to carry you towards the couch. He laid you on your back, spread your legs apart with his knee, and then proceeded to kiss you again as he knelt over you. This time, his kiss was more measured, slow and sensual. Your attention drifted to his knee pressing up against your core. He bit your lip gently. “Y/N, my love, you tell me when to stop, alright?”

“Alright,” you replied, gazing up into those stunning eyes, lids now heavy with lust.

You continued to kiss passionately while his hands explored your body, and then traveled up under your shirt. He took your breast in his large hand, thumb circling your nipple. “You are just perfect, aren’t you?”

You bucked to his touch, as your own hands worked to remove the buttons of his shirt. As he poised above you, now shirtless, his hair beginning to shine with sweat, you felt as though you were looking at a god.

“III?” You said softly, tracing a finger down his chest.

“Yes, my love?”

“Let me worship you.”

He growled at your words. You gently guided him off of you, until he was standing before you. Getting down on your knees, you started to unbutton his pants while his hands circled through your hair.

When he was fully unclothed, his massive length sprung out towards you. You were going to spend every second treating him like the god he was, you thought to yourself, as you took him in your mouth.

“Y/N,” he groaned. “That feels so fucking good.” His fingers in your hair tightened, and you welcome the little bite of sensation. You continued to pleasure him, savoring his taste, enjoying the way his breath sped up at your touch.

After you had taken your time with him, you felt a soft touch at your chin. “My love,” he said, taking your face to look up at him. “It is my turn to worship you.”

III guided you up to stand before him, and began to undress you. He took his time, letting his fingers caress your skin, kissing you along your collarbones, your shoulders, and down your chest. Once you were fully naked, he took a step back to admire you. Your body burned beneath his gaze.

“You, my love, are a work of art.”

And then his hands were everywhere. They wrapped around you, pulling you close. You felt his cock, still wet from your spit, pressing into your belly. His hands grabbed your ass, your waist, and then began drifting towards your center until his long fingers landed softly on your clit.

You let out a soft gasp, realizing how much you had needed him to touch you there. He traced lazy circles around your clit as he kissed your neck. You knees began to tremble at his touch.

Seeming to sense your inability to keep yourself upright, he guided you back to the couch and laid you down, fingers never leaving the wetness between your legs.

“I love how wet I’m making you,” he whispered, smirking. “My girl deserves nothing but absolute pleasure.”

You whimpered at his words as your hips arched towards him, wanting more.

“Tell me what you want, my love,” he breathed into your ear. “Tell me how to pleasure you.”

You looked into his eyes, meeting those cool blue depths. “I want all of you III. I want to feel you in me.”

It was like your words had released the final thread. III kissed you again, claiming your lips in his, as he pushed himself inside you.

It felt like heaven. His body in yours, your lips in his, the heat of your bodies like a fire between you. He rocked his hips in a steady rhythm, hitting you deep in your center every time, filling your eyes with stars.

Eden.

His fingers worked their way into your mouth, flooding you with your own taste. Your eyes met, locked together while III pounded into you, deeper with every stroke.

You came together, your body catapulting into a realm of intense pleasure as his fingers gripped the soft flesh of your hips, his head falling back as he reached his own climax. You relished in the warmth, the sense of fullness within you.

Slowly, your breathing softened. III pulled you close, and you both spent a few quiet moments settled in each other’s presence. The rain had started up again, spattering the windows and softening the daylight.

III’s fingers traced soft circles on your back as he held you. “Y/N, my love, I could do that forever.”

You knew in your heart you felt the same. So you pulled III closer and held on tight.

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