Synopsis: Joshua walks in his lover wearing his shirt for the first time and he can't help but tease you if you would be stealing his last name next.
Smut tags: Unprotected pwp, mention of horny teenagers but nothing crazy, begging, choking, hair pulling, dry humping, thigh riding, lots of praises and dirty talk, piv, creampie, overstimulation and multiple rounds of sex.
Note: This work is a gift for the celebration of Selenophy's First Writing Anniversary! Mdni divider by @/renyanovyn and bow divider by @/cursed-carmine.
You lean against the counter of the open kitchen, engulfed in your boyfriend's shirt, its fabric brushing your skin for the first time. The blue cloth floods down to your knees, covering your shorts along the way. Joshua pads into the living room, his eyebrow arching up in amusement as he lets out an appreciative whistle.
"Wow, you stole my heart first and now you have confiscated my shirt... What's next? My last name?"
"Is that a teaser?" You twin his arched eyebrow.
He grins, pulling you closer by the hem of his own stolen t-shirt.
"Oh, absolutely. But only because someone keeps giving me such good material to work with—first my hoodies, now this?" He playfully tugs at the collar of his shirt, which engulfs you before softening into a fond smile. "Though... if we’re being honest? I wouldn’t mind sharing more than just my wardrobe."
You stay silent merely to provoke him.
"Wow. Cold as ice today, aren’t we? And here I was just about to suggest a little field trip… y’know, for research purposes." His eyes spark with mischief as he leans in slightly. "Ever seen what our last names look like side by side? Because I have—and let’s just say… it fits."
"Absolutely not, they sound weird," you rib him just to earn another kick out of him.
He feigns offense as his lips fold down in exaggeration, resting his hand on his hip.
"Rude. And here I was, thinking you loved me. Turns out it was just for the convenient shirt supply all along."
Joshua tries to hold his faux-pout for a few moments longer, but a smirk eventually wins out. Instead, he reaches forward, tugging playfully at the sleeve of the shirt that's drowning you.
"Damnit, you caught onto my endgame," you huff good-naturally.
A rumble of laughter escapes him, his smirk curving into a wider, affectionate smile. He pulls you in closer, curling his arms around you and resting his chin on the top of your head.
"You know, for someone who's supposed to be the smart one in this relationship, you're shockingly transparent." He teases gently, his fingers ruffling your hair.
"Well, enjoy the privileges while they last," you smirk.
He heaves out a mock sigh, dramatically nuzzling his face against your head.
"Oh, I plan to, don't you worry. After all—" his grip on you tightens fractionally, pulling you even closer "—I have no intention of letting you go. Ever." He murmurs, the words firm yet soft.
"When did the genre switch to horror?" You quip.
Joshua chuckles at your goofy response, leaning back slightly to look into your eyes. He imitates offense once more.
"Horror? Me? You're being dramatic." He coos melodramatically.
He leans forward again, continuing in a playful whisper. "Besides, the real horror story here is your habit of stealing all my clothes."
"No, that's a thriller," you retort.
"A thriller? Are you implying I’m a mystery? Because let me tell you—" his grin turns wicked as he leans in more, "—I don’t think there’s anything left to solve. You already stole my heart, my clothes... and now the plot twist?"
He pauses for dramatic effect before muttering: "Turns out… I never wanted it back."
"Shocker."
Joshua throws his head back with a loud, delighted laugh before pulling you into a tight hug, swaying slightly like he’s savoring the moment.
"Shocker? Nah. Just fact." He murmurs warmly in your ear. "But if we’re doing plot twists now… how about this one?"
He abruptly lifts you off the ground in one smooth motion—grinning down at your startled face as if daring you to protest. "Turns out I also plan on stealing yours forever," he coos.
"If you are going to rob it, then at least do it smoothly."
He lets out an amused huff, carefully setting you back down—but not before spinning you once just to show off. Then he leans in, hands sliding up to cradle your face with exaggeration of a theater.
"Fine. Smooth it is." His voice dips into a low octave, and a playful purr as his thumbs brush over your cheeks. "No more robbery… just graceful acquisition."
A beat passes—his eyes flicker down to yours—before he grins once more and whispers: "Still keeping the t-shirt though."
"Fine, you can keep it on credit for the ring," you loll your head, setting a condition.
A delightful laugh frees from his chest.
"Credit, huh? Sounds like you expect me to propose at some point," he teases.
Joshua's gaze shifts from gaiety to something more serious; his smile tenders more. "Don't worry, you'll get your ring. But for now—"
He tugs playfully at the collar of the 'stolen't-shirt. "I'll keep the collateral."
"You are going to keep your own shirt as collateral?" You raise a brow, huffing out an amused snicker.
He grins down at you with a lively glint in his eyes, one hand still resting at your hip as the other continues to tug gently at the collar of the oversized t-shirt.
"You're clever, y'know that? But don't try to worm your way out of this one," he warns.
Leaning in more, his voice drops back down to an indistinct murmur. "This isn't just a random t-shirt anymore. It's a symbol of your crimes... and my undeniable, irresistible allure."
He chuckles softly, his breath warm against your cheek.
"Mrs. Hong I believe I need to assist collateral valuation of this shirt," he purrs in your ear, his fingertips sneaking under the hem of your shirt, tracing circles on your abdomen as his layered insinuation is crystal clear, making your breath hitch in your throat.
The test is definitely going to be long.
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A jovial, throaty laugh escapes him at your reaction—his fingers still teasing under the hem of his shirt on you as he bends back just enough to catch your flustered expression.
"Oh? Did I finally manage to crack that infamous cool-girl act?" He smugly wiggles his brow, lips curving into a wicked grin. "Took me long enough... but damn if it wasn't worth the wait."
A beat passes before he tugs you flush against him again, nose brushing yours playfully. "Still wanna talk about collateral valuations?" He asks in a goading manner.
"You are crazy. Who asks for their own shirt as collateral?" You scoff, though a fading snicker lingers in your tone.
He laughs again, shrugging nonchalantly as his fingers continue their lazy, maddening circles against your skin.
"An opportunist, that's who," he grins foxily.
One eyebrow of his arches in challenge, his smile only widening at your flushed state and the hitch in your breath.
"Besides..." He pauses as he draws closer, his voice pitching to a teasing whisper. "You look damn good in my clothes." He leans in more, "and much better off with them."
"Hey!" you retort, red blossoming on your cheeks.
Your reaction makes him grin more, and he holds your hips closer. He advances, and the little space between you nearly vanishes.
"Aww, now look who's blushing," he coos.
Joshua gently tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear—trailing his fingers along your jawline and down your neck before continuing. "You're cute when you blush, y'know... and even cuter than that when you're flustered. And I'm just getting started."
He lets out a breathless chuckle, his hands sliding up to cradle your face once more—thumbs brushing over the heat in your cheeks as he grins down at you.
"Oh no. Now she remembers?" His voice drips with playful arrogance. "Guess I’ll have to double down on my criminal activities then."
A beat passes before his expression softens into something warmer, and more genuine. His forehead presses lightly against yours—his next words are barely above a whisper:
"Lucky for you? I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon," he purrs.
His fingers skim across the side of your neck, tracing over the flutter of your pulse—a small sigh escaping him as he leans in a little more, his breath warm and steady against your skin.
"Besides..." he mutters, his teasing tone making a comeback that always makes you give in, "there's no point trying to stop me, not when you're so damn cute when you're all worked up."
His hands slide back to your hips, pulling you snug against him. "Like you are right now."
He effortlessly picks you up, making you sit on the countertop. "So are you up to being an accomplice, Mrs. Hong?" He smugly arches an eyebrow.
"To-be Mrs. Hong," you correct him.
His lips curves up, and his eyes sparkle as he adjusts your position on the counter—his hands slide from your hips to your thighs, gently parting them so he can get closer by stepping between them.
"To-be Mrs. Hong, huh?"
Joshua laughs softly as he leans in, brushing a feather-light kiss over your lips before murmuring against them, "I like the sound of that."
His digits continue their teasing journey up and down your thighs, his thumbs tracing small circles on the sensitive inner skin as he leans in again. This time his kiss is more insistent—deeper, and hungrier.
You can't help but melt against him, your arms sliding around his neck as you press yourself flush against his body. The edge of the countertop is digging into the back of your thighs, but it's the last thing on your mind right now—not when his lips are on yours and his hands are all over you, leaving trails of heat in their wake. You can feel the way his heart is pounding, matching yours beat for beat, as he pulls you even closer—his touch both gentle and hungry at once.
He breaks the kiss with a stifled gasp, burying his face in the crook of your neck and inhaling deeply. His hands grip your thighs, fingers digging in just a little as he tries to catch his breath.
"You have no idea what you do to me." His voice is hoarse and rough, his words punctuated by hot, ragged breaths against your skin. He presses a line of kisses up the side of your neck, pausing at the sensitive spot under your ear to murmur:
"You drive me insane." He pants against your lips.
"I could ride you insane if you insist," you offer raunchily, not knowing where you mustered up that courage from.
He chokes on a laugh—half shocked, half absurdly delighted—as his grip tightens around your thighs. His pupils are blown wide when he pulls back just enough to meet your gaze.
"Oh? Now who’s the criminal mastermind?" He stretches a smug grin; his voice laced with pure sinful amusement, fingers digging in as he leans closer again—lips brushing yours with every word: "Because I am absolutely insisting."
A beat passes before his hands slide up to cup under your knees, hiking them higher around his waist as he grins against your mouth. "Better make good on that threat then."
"Don't forget to give five stars and leave a sexy review," you wink.
Joshua lets out a sharp bark of laughter, pulling away just enough to look at you with a mixture of disbelief and hilarity.
"You're unbelievable, you know that? Even now... you still manage to make me laugh."
He pauses, his gaze roving over you with a new intensity—hot, almost feral. His hands slide back up to your hips, gripping them tightly and pulling you close to the edge of the counter—closer to him.
"But believe me... the only review I'm interested in is the look on your face when I take you apart."
Your breath hitches at his dirty words, a fresh wave of heat pools low in your stomach as he presses against you again. You can feel the evidence of his desire—rock hard against your thigh, and it sends a current of shivers down your spine. You tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling his head down to claim his lips in a hungry kiss as you wrap your legs around his waist.
He moans into the kiss, his hands gripping your thighs as he grinds against you—his whole body taut with need. He presses your back further against the counter.
He captures your mouth again, his tongue demanding entrance as he deepens the kiss—his hips moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm against yours. He breaks the kiss only to trail his lips down your neck, biting and sucking at the sensitive skin. "Is this the kind of attention you wanted?" He asks, panting.
"Maybe you could make me see those stars of the review," you drawl raunchy with a wink.
His eyes glint with lust at your words, pupils blown wide with desire. "Oh, you want stars, huh? I'm gonna make you see galaxies." He grips your thighs harder and spreads them apart, rubbing his denim clad thigh against your crotch.
Joshua captures your mouth again in a bruising kiss, biting your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. He sucks on your tongue, swallowing your moans as he continues to grind against you with his thigh, applying pressure right where you need it most.
He pulls back just enough to look at you—your lips swollen and wet from the kiss. He sees your eyes glazed over with lust—and it nearly undoes him. "You like that? My thigh rubbing against your pussy?"
The only reply you manage to give is a breathy exhale.
He swallows hard as he watches your face closely. Your silent response tells him everything he needs to know—your body arching slightly, inviting more contact. He presses his denim-covered thigh harder against your core, applying subtle pressure right where he knows you're sensitive. "So fucking pretty," he praises.
Your fingers curl around his arm, contemplating between pulling him closer or away from the sheer amount of pressure.
He loves seeing you like this—completely undone by something so simple. He continues the steady pressure against your core, knowing the rough denim must be driving you crazy. "You're getting so wet through your shorts... I can feel it," he murmurs against your mouth.
He presses his thigh harder against you, creating delicious friction right against your clit. "Want me to stop?" He asks even though he knows the answer—your hips are moving subtly against him now, seeking more pressure.
"No!" you protest with a scratchy wail.
Joshua smirks against your lips, knowing he has you right where he wants you. "Good girl," he coos and continues the steady pressure, his hand moving to grip your hip roughly as he pulls you down harder against his thigh. "You're getting off on my thigh, aren't you?"
You whine, rubbing yourself against him more.
He watches you with lustful intent, his eyes glued to your face as you chase your pleasure against his leg. "Fuck, look at you... So fucking needy." He bites down on your lip hard, sucking on it gently before letting go. "Use my fucking leg like a good girl."
And you do—thoroughly—deliciously grind against his jeans.
His eyes nearly roll back at the sight of you riding his thigh like it's your personal sex toy—your shorts soaked through with arousal. He spreads his legs wider to give you better access while keeping one hand firmly gripping your hip to control the rhythm. "That's it. Get yourself off," he encourages you.
You're vigorously thrusting against his leg, trying to reach climax. He's never seen anything so fucking hot in his life. "Look at you. Using me like your personal toy," he drags his words raunchily as he smirks against your mouth.
You quiver out a moan, rutting against him shamelessly with no self-regard left in your system. Your lips nip at the expanse between his shoulder and neck, making him mirror out a moan of his own.
The remaining thread of his self-control snaps at the feel of your lips and teeth grazing his neck—his body shuddering with pleasure and possessiveness. "Fuck—baby—stop," he pants but doesn't pull away; his hand on your hip grips you more firmly and pulls you even closer, letting you grind harder against him.
His head falls back, giving you full access to his neck as you mark him like an animal. He loves it. His other hand leaves your hip and slides to your ass, pulling you tighter against him as he begins thrusting his thigh upwards to meet your movements.
The friction is insane—your soaked shorts rubbing against his denim thigh at a perfect angle, rubbing against your clit with every thrust upwards. He becomes extremely aroused by watching you ride his clothed thigh. His digits squeeze your ass cheeks roughly. "Come on my thigh. Get yourself off just like that," he coos between messy and tough-curling kisses.
"Fuck—fuck," you stammer as your rhythm becomes irregular with the band in your abdomen close to snapping.
He can feel you're right on the edge—your movements becoming jerky, your moans turning into desperate sounds for the building up release. He spreads his thighs wider, giving you even more friction right where you need it most. "That's it. Fuck my leg. Come for me."
Your body suddenly tenses, your eyes fluttering shut as you let out a loud moan—your orgasm crashing over you like a heightening wave of flood. He watches with bated breath as your face contorts with pleasure, your body wracking with spasms as you ride his thigh mindlessly through your orgasm.
Joshua holds you close, letting you ride out your orgasm on his thigh. The sight of you losing control is the most erotic thing he's ever seen—your face flushed, your mouth open in silent moans, your body trembling against him. He watches the rapid rise and fall of your chest—fuck—he's never been more turned on in his life.
Once your body stops trembling, he spreads your legs wider around his thigh and gently pulls your soaked shorts aside with his fingers. He rubs his denim clad thigh directly against your sensitive clit. "Good girl. Came so prettily for me," he praises, kissing your neck gently.
He can feel your juices soaking through his jeans now—your orgasm was that intense, and he loves the fact that he made you drench his cloth. He gently nips and presses kisses along your jawline and neck, letting you come down from your high. "Look at you... completely destroyed from just dry humping my leg."
"Fuck, I need you," you pant for more, your digits clawing at his belt.
His breath catches in his throat at the leaking desperation in your words—his cock throbbing painfully against his zipper. He grabs your wrists firmly but gently to stop you from unbuckling his belt. "Wait... Baby, wait." He kisses you deeply to distract you from your urgent need. "Not yet."
"Why?" you ask, whining and pouting.
He breaks the kiss to look at you—your pupils blown up, and lips painted red and swollen from his kisses as your chest heaves. You look utterly wrecked and adorable. "Because I want to savor you," he says, running his thumb along your bottom lip. "I want to make love to you slowly."
"Fuck that," you grumble as your lips fold down. "You want to make love on this counter? I say we roast it crisp."
His eyes subtly widen at your sudden, aggressive, and dirty suggestion. He swallows hard, his mind immediately picturing you bent over the counter, his length slamming into you from behind. "Jesus Christ... You're not even giving me a chance to be romantic here," he complains.
"Save that for some other time," you whine, getting more and more impatient by the minute.
Joshua looks down at you—his shirt riding up to your mid-thighs, your breasts pushed against him, your hair messy from his hands and heated kisses. He realizes arguing with a horny, post-orgasmic you is pointless, so he unbuckles his belt slowly.
He watches your face as he slowly unbuttons his pants and pulls out his rock hard length. You lick your lips unconsciously at the sight—your hands reaching out to grab it immediately. He slaps your hand away gently. "Patience," he reminds sternly.
"Tch," you sulk instantly.
He chortles at your adorable impatience, his cock throbbing at the sight of you practically begging for it. "You're like a cat in heat right now," he smiles and wraps his hand around his shaft slowly, giving it a few steady pumps.
He lifts you up suddenly—your legs automatically wrap around his waist. He presses you further back on the icy surface of the counter, his length nestled between your thighs but not entering you yet. "Alright, alright. We'll do it your way," he gives in and begins grinding against you roughly, mimicking sex.
"This is not my way—"
"Shut up," he interrupts your complaint by kissing you deeply, his hips thrusting harder against your core. You moan into his mouth, and he smiles against your lips. "You want me to fuck you right here on this counter? Is that what you're saying?"
"Yes, yes!"
"Fuck, I love horny you," he groans, reaching down to part your lips and positions his head at your entrance. "You're not even letting me put on a condom," he complains.
He knows he should probably stop and put on protection—but oh fuck, the idea of being inside you bare is tempting enough to throw caution out of the window. You're so wet that he slides right against your slit easily without entering. "Baby. We need a condom," he reminds you.
Joshua watches your face—your eyes glazed over with lust, your mouth open and breathless. He knows you're not thinking straight, and neither is he. He tests your wetness again—his length sliding easily against your folds. No condom. He decides quickly.
He pushes his hips forward abruptly—his thick head popping inside you instantly unprotected. You both groan loudly at the feeling—him at the tightness and warmth of your walls wrapped around his length, and you at the sudden fullness. "Fuck... So tight," he groans again. He slowly starts a steady rhythm, getting used to the bare feeling.
Joshua grabs your legs and throws them over his shoulders—giving him deeper access. His hips pound into you roughly, his balls slapping against your ass with each thrust. He's bare inside you—fucking you raw on the kitchen counter like an animal. "Is this what you wanted?" He asks with a low grumble.
"Yeah—fuck—just right there!"
His lips curves up at your desperate plea—his thrusts picking up pace. His hips rub your sweet spot deliciously—his bare length feeling every inch of your tight gummy walls. He pulls out almost completely before slamming back in—making you yelp loudly.
Joshua wraps his digits around your throat firmly—not squeezing but keeping you in place as he fucks you barbarously. He leans down to bite your nipple through the shirt—making you scream his name. "Louder," he demands as his hips snap against yours relentlessly.
He feels your pussy starting to flutter around his length—your orgasm approaching quickly. He wraps his free hand around your waist to hold you in place as he starts jackhammering into you—his pelvis hitting your clit with every thrust. "You're getting close. C'mon baby, spill on my dick." He growls against your neck, his teeth sinking into your skin.
Your moans fill the kitchen as you come undone—your pussy clamping down on his bare length like a vice. His hips keep pounding into you through your orgasm, drawing it out until you're a sobbing mess beneath him. "Good girl," he praises, slowing down his thrusts to gentle circles against your G-spot.
Joshua watches you shatter apart beneath him—your eyes rolling back, your legs trembling, your hands scrabbling for purchase on the counter. Your walls milking his bare cock relentlessly. "Fuck. So close." He pants as the bare sensations overwhelm him. "I'm gonna come inside you," he warns.
He slams into you one last time—his bare length pulsing and releasing deep inside your unprotected pussy. His semen coats your insides, mixing with your own juices. He stays buried inside you as his hips twitch slightly as he finishes emptying his load.
He stays buried inside you for a long while—his softening length still nestled deep in your painted walls. He presses his forehead against yours as both of you pant heavily. "We just had unprotected sex," he says, making you laugh weakly.
"Fuck it," you pant out.
"We just did," he points out.
You both share a silent look, then burst into laughter.
He pulls out gently—both of you look down at the mess he's left behind. His semen leaks out of you, running down your thighs. He watches this with a lustful yet impressed smirk—proud of his handiwork. "We really fucked."
"Filling me up on the counter. What a chief," your lips curve up.
Joshua chuckles and swats your ass playfully. "Shut up. You loved every second of it," he points out, grabbing some paper towels and starts cleaning you up gently—wiping away the evidence of their unprotected encounter.
As he's cleaning you up, he can't help but notice how natural this feels—how right it feels to be taking care of you after fucking you senseless on his kitchen counter. He throws the paper towels away and pulls you into his arms, resting his chin on top of your head.
"I'm glad I'm not the only one who's completely fucked up right now," he murmurs softly, holding you tighter against him. His hand gently rubs your back in soothing circles. "Because, holy shit. We just had bare countertop sex like two horny teens."
"Well, horny teens don't stop at round one. They keep the show going," you drawl raunchily, your fingertip trailing down his navel.
His body tightens as your digits travel lower. He knows you're right—hormonal teens would keep going until they were completely spent. He captures your hand and brings it to his lips, sucking on your fingertip. "Is that an invitation?" He hums against your skin.
"Would you accept it?" you counter back cockily, arching an eyebrow.
Joshua releases your finger with a pop and grins wolfishly. "Abso-fucking-lutely," he lifts you up suddenly, making you yelp and wrap your legs around his waist once again. He pads towards the bedroom with you in his arms. "Round two it is then."
He doesn't get to make it to the bed as you start peppering kisses against his neck and grinding against him—and suddenly he's pressing you against the wall next to the bedroom door, lifting your leg over his hip. "Fuck being gentle," he grumbles.
He slams his hard length back into your still-dripping and swollen pussy without a warning. You both groan loudly—your foreheads pressing against each other's as he begins rutting against the wall like an animal. "This is what you wanted, right? Fucking like horny teenagers?" He asks in a lower octave.
"Yeah, wild and rough," you agree, heaving out.
Your words make him go feral as he begins pounding into you savagely against the wall—his hips snapping forward violently. Your tits bounce with each thrust, and he leans down to bite one roughly through his shirt that you're still wearing. "Fuck, you're still so damn tight," he groans.
He starts mauling your tits with his mouth—biting, sucking, marking them through the fabric. His cock hits your cervix with every brutal thrust—making you scream in intense, painful pleasure. "Look at you, taking my big dick so well," he praises gruffly, reaching down to swat your ass hard.
You yelp.
Joshua slaps your ass again—loving the way it jiggles and turns beet red from his palm. He wraps your legs tighter around his waist and starts lifting you up and down on his cock—using the wall for leverage to fuck you even deeper and harder. "Hold onto me, baby."
You wrap your arms around his neck tightly—your nails digging into his shoulders as he continues to pound into you relentlessly. His balls slap against your ass with each thrust—making a wet slapping sound. "We're gonna fuck the fucking."
His dirty talking and rough handling send you over the edge quickly. You come undone around him immediately—your pussy squelching and contracting on his length as you climax loudly. He grunts in satisfaction—loving how wet and noisy you are when you come. "That's it," he coos.
His hips keep fucking you through your orgasm—drawing it out until you're a sobbing, panting mess against the wall. He pulls out suddenly—his cock glistening with your juices and his own semen from earlier. "Turn around," he orders roughly, spinning you around violently.
He presses your cheek against the wall—your ass sticking out. He runs his hands over your bruised hips and slapped ass cheeks possessively. "Damnit, you look like a sin in my shirt," he groans and thrusts back into you abruptly—making your tits slap against the wall.
Joshua spreads your cheeks apart and pulls out almost all the way before slamming back in—his balls hitting your swollen lips with each forceful thrust. He leans forward, pressing his chest against your back and wrapping his arms under your thighs to pull your legs back and spread you wider.
You're completely opened up and helpless against the wall—completely at his mercy as he uses you ruthlessly for his pleasure. Your pussy is dripping and messy from both orgasms that his cock makes sloppy sounds as he fucks into you.
You moan, mewl and scratch against the wall from sheer pleasure.
Joshua notices your legs trembling and hears your desperate mewls—knowing you're completely overwhelmed by his rough handling. He spreads your cheeks wider and starts fucking you at a brutal pace—his hips slapping loudly against your ass. "Take it," he grunts.
Your pussy makes the lewdest noises as he pounds into your walls barbarously—your juices coating his shaft and making everything slippery and drip. He reaches around to pinch your clit—knowing another orgasm will make everything even messier.
You cry out as your orgasm draws closer, but your senses are beginning to get fried out.
Your overwhelming sensations make you even more attractive to him. He realizes you're completely mindless and sensitive—one big erogenous zone. He starts snapping his hips brutally—hitting that spot inside you that makes your eyes roll back. "Fucking sensitive little thing," he grumbles.
Your legs completely give out as another mind-numbing orgasm washes over you. Joshua catches you before you fall—holding you up against the wall as he continues to fuck you through it. Your pussy is completely wrecked now—completely swollen and dripping down your legs.
He groans loudly as he feels your ruined walls clenching rhythmically around his length. His digits spread your cheeks wide to watch his cock slamming into your gaping hole. "Shit."
He's never seen anything sexier than you—completely fucked out by him. Your tits bounce wildly against the wall, your legs tremble violently, and your pussy makes disgustingly loud noises as he fucks into it. "I'm gonna come inside you," he grunts.
You let out a broken cry, a mix of a plea for him to fill you up again and a warning that you're overwhelmed.
Your broken cry ignites a new wave of heat in his abdomen. He wraps his arms around your waist tighter and pulls you even flush against him—his hips moving like a jackhammer as he chases his release. "I know, baby," he coos, trying to soothe your fried nerves.
"Fuck!—too much—ah, right there!"
His length rubs that sweet spot inside you that cuts off a circuit in your brain completely. Incoherent babble flutters out of you—your words turning into desperate mewls as he drills into you savagely. Your pussy starts gushing uncontrollably—soaking around him. "Fucking hell."
His eyes roll back as you drench him—your body going limp and overwhelmed. He loses control completely—his hips snapping forward violently as he empties himself inside you for one last time. His hot release mixes with your excessive fluids—dripping down your legs.
He holds you up against the wall—both of you completely spent and destroyed. Your pussy is absolutely ruined—gushing and leaking floods of his semen and your own juices down your thighs. He's never seen anything more erotic in his life. "Shh, baby. I gotcha," he hums.
You pant, melting in his arms. Your mind is all mushy, and you're gone—from frequent rounds of delicious pleasure.
Joshua peppers your neck with soft kisses, bracing you firmly as he feels your body go limp against him. He knows you're completely spent—overloaded with pleasure and completely satisfied. He pulls out slowly—his cum dripping out of your ruined hole as he carries you to the bed. "My poor girl," he coos, patting down your spiked strands.
He lays you down on the bed gently, tucking you under the covers to keep you warm. His eyes watch you for a moment—your face flushed, your mouth open, and your body completely relaxed. He can't believe how fucking adorable you look and completely fucked out.
Joshua begins cleaning you up, wiping away the mess between your legs with a warm cloth. He gazes at the angry bruises on your hips and the red handprints on your ass cheeks—proof of how roughly he took you. He kisses each mark gently. "So damn perfect," he praises.
He climbs into bed beside you, pulling you into his arms and wrapping the blankets around both of you, and holds you close—his heart racing from the intense sex and his love for you. He buries his face in your hair and inhales your distinct scent. "I love you so fucking much," he murmurs softly, kissing your forehead gently.
"So when are you giving me your last name?" You ask suddenly.
He laughs softly—amused by your ability to be coherent enough to joke around after being fucked into oblivion. "Are you seriously thinking about marriage right now? Your pussy is still leaking my cum and you want to talk wedding plans?" He smirks, raising a brow.
"Why not? Your fill reminded me of a wedding dress... y'know, they're both white," you blabber, trying to make your weird comparison sound coherent while your brain is still floating.
Joshua bursts into laughter—your logical comparison between wedding dresses and his semen is hilarious to him. He pulls you closer—his hand automatically going between your legs to feel the mess he's made inside you. "Baby... Your mind is broken," he grins, kissing your forehead again.
"Are you even going to marry me?" You ask as your lips fold down.
Joshua gazes down at you—his expression softens at your pout. He knows you're half-joking, but he can also sense a hint of insecurity deeply layered underneath your words. He rolls you over onto your back and hovers over you—his hands framing your face. "Of course I'm gonna marry you, you idiot," he says seriously.
"You better," you squint your eyes at him.
He chuckles, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your lips. He is aware you're just playing around, but he also knows that deep down, you're serious about this. "I'll give you my last name the second you let me put a ring on that finger," he murmurs against your lips.
"I never stopped you from putting one," you say, darting from his eyes, choosing to stare at his jaw, where your digit trails.
He notices your evasive gaze and the way your finger is tracing his jawline. He grabs your hand firmly and brings it to his lips—kissing your fingertips softly. "Then why am I still not married to you, huh?" he asks teasingly, nipping at your fingertip.
"Because you still haven't asked me properly," you retort, biting your inner cheek.
He chortles, rolling his eyes playfully, knowing you're right. He's never actually proposed properly. It's always been joking around or spontaneous moments. "So you're saying you want some big, romantic proposal?" He asks, his mind already racing with ideas.
"No, I just want you. Your last name and ring on me."
Joshua swallows thickly—his heart warming at your simple yet heartfelt response. He knows you don't need some big, flashy proposal—you just want him, and that's more than enough. "Then you'll have it," he promises softly.
You cast him a small, shy smile. He wants to tease you more, but your brain is still fogged up from intense rounds of sex, and it's really not the right time to discuss such a serious topic right now.
"Go to sleep now," he coos, kissing your temple.
You nod drowsily, already feeling your eyes fluttering shut. His arms wrap tightly around you and adjust the blanket up over both of you again. He knows you're exhausted—both physically and mentally. He also knows that you're the only woman he's ever wanted to marry.
He spoons you from behind, pecking your shoulder. He smiles knowingly to himself as he looks at the framed picture of you two resting on the shelf. It captures the happy couple surrounded by lush greenery. His arm rests on your waist and you make the peace sign, both of grinning in the frame but what Joshua smiles about right now is not the picture of your first anniversary—it's about a small box cozying a ring hiding behind it on the shelf.
Author's Note:
Is it obvious I pretty much gave up on this one lol?
Our 16th anniversary approaches on Monday and I feel loss and confusion instead of the rather drastically opposite things I've felt in the past. Something neither of us can really put words to altho we both recognize it has just changed very much somewhere down the line and yes we are now acknowledging and attempting to talk about it but it's very difficult as most all things have to become and I honestly do not know at this point if there really is anything repairable about what we are/were and yea it's a fact but we're neither of us at all ok with it or aware whatsoever the best course of action, I mean at one point quite some time ago counseling would have mos def been doable but as things are now I SO AM NOT SURE OF FKN ANYTHING IN THE LEAST and that notion rather frightens me!! I was kind of 'freepenning' (that's not a word it turns out but I feel like it should be and I believe we get the gist) on my own at first on this poetry app where you can also have your thoughts/ideas generated into an original work which I ultimately did after just (it's fkn called 'freewriting', duh Cat...) I freewrote for a while on just what we've been able to discuss we're both going thru and how we feel about it both solely and collectively and the overall unknown of how we ended up especially here and IF (that's one big ass two letter word) we can end up figuring a way back to who we used to be!? Like, he keeps saying, "I want my wife back, what did you do with her?" and "Can't you see how you're losing me and how broken I am?" And like, of course yes I do see and I am not at all happy/proud of any of it but like Bruh, "Have you simply not seen or heard AT ALL anything I'd continuously broken down about losing my sparkle (what makes ME the ME THAT YOU LOVE) over 3/4ish yrs ago!? OBVI NOT and that's straight fkn recockulous as all fk cuz I tore my heart out over all this multiple times WAY BEFORE shit had all really hit the fan the way it is now and I REALLY TRULY DO NOT KNO anymore as horrible as that feels to state IF there really is even a way up outta this from where we're at... That's scaring the fkn shit outta me IN THE REAL 💯💯💀🫏
Here's the poem that I'd just created and I do dig how this app took what I had typed there are so articulately popped off with this and this just hits as uncomfortable as that is....
The Fraying Thread
Our silence built a fragile tomb,
Each word unsaid a shadowed room.
The walls we raised, we dared not see,
A love now lost to entropy.
Beneath the rug, the wounds still weep,
The echoes of the past won't sleep.
Is there a thread we might reclaim,
Or only whispers of the flame?
Fk me this hits deep and fkn real... If anyone sees this n you just might have any advice or enlightenment as to how to navigate to the other side of shit like this, PLZ feel free to reach out!
need your thoughts on hawkeye & black widow #1 so badly tbh !!
this is like the third story in a decade where clint is being pursued for an assassination that he may or may not have committed and then reveals "well maybe i Did. you ever think about that???" "but clint...that's against your code!" "oh so NOW we remember that- i mean yes. i SHOT them." (explanation pending)
it is also the second story where multiple assassins are pursuing him simultaneously and then they explode him and break his ribs and cut up his leg and poison him but the first one had all that happening in the sewers after he got a prescription for his UTI so that one was funny. also those villains were in dog costumes and juggling.
ANYWAYS! i feel like they were unsure of who the secondary character in a black widow story was gonna be, and then someone remembered "oh shit! it's her and hawkeye's 60th anniversary!" and voila. i mean, i'm glad someone remembered? if only they remembered to make a corner box logo earlier than 15 minutes before press. it very much feels like a black widow story
which leads us to the bobbi page. it's as if everybody expected someone to have run with the bobbi-clint story threads post-thunderbolts, and then went "oh, wait, nobody actually did that?" bc what was that explanation. why is bobbi cool hanging back and mostly just listening to the CIA. i may retract my complaints if bobbi comes out of the woodwork with a plan or maybe even if they go on a date bc i can be bought off.
i do enjoy some whump myself, but i have to admit that many a series since fraction & aja's hawkeye v4 have clint smash head-first into the concrete early into an issue so he can have bandages all over his nose and face in all subsequent panels, but ignoring any other aspects of injuries? his humanness isn't just for aesthetic purposes--it's his whole thing! in said dog and juggler assassins hunting him down in the sewers storyline, clint was limping and slowed down by his injuries, having trouble drawing his bow; showing operating in a superhuman realm as a human is an impressive feat, but it has its consequences, injuries have consequences! here, we had an ambulance ride and slow-down, so that was nice. but also at the end he's standing around, face bandaged--i think this is just me nitpicking after historical portrayal. lest we forget mr. "i was underneath a taxi. yeah i lifted it up. i am fine."
in conclusion: oh shit guys clint's in a comic again?
I can’t tell if StrongWrite actually sounds like her or not. But I wouldn’t be surprised. We all know MM has multiple fake accounts everywhere for lurking and stalking. Ugh, she is such a creepy and deranged person.
I remember back in 2019, or possibly earlier, that I saw things that could only have been known by her. Things such as mentioning getting lawyers to sue right after the DM published selections of her letter to her dad.
But yeah, she’s crazy. Here’s a nice selection from the last year & a half, under the break.
Megsy is tremendously overconfident and so completely full of herself. Will & Kate have three kids, currently. But she needs to believe that her only son is important. Reality be damned! Her son isn’t going to be a prince, which is why she’s so pissed now and waging “war.”
I mean, I could go on and on but take a look at these tweets:
She never understood the monarchy. She didn’t care. She thinks everything should be about her. Her arrogant ass can’t understand that she’s just not that important.
But here’s one on Catherine St. Laurent:
https://twitter.com/strongwrite/status/1377697836477911042
On Angelina Jolie:
https://twitter.com/strongwrite/status/1372368379034673155
Is Doria’s birthday March 21st?
https://twitter.com/strongwrite/status/1373666537136082947
Kate and the flowers:
https://twitter.com/strongwrite/status/1371120708458274823
Not intending to attend the Diana statue unveiling:
https://twitter.com/strongwrite/status/1370744116733210624
Oh, and let’s not forget her eternal hatred of Piers Morgan and her action in getting him fired after the Oprah interview:
https://twitter.com/strongwrite/status/1369399140971610122
Doesn’t understand the difference between a recitation of marriage vows and an actual wedding:
https://twitter.com/strongwrite/status/1368790785055932417
Doesn’t like Sasha Exeter:
https://twitter.com/strongwrite/status/1369335578060283904
Thinks Harry having an RPO is his birthright:
https://twitter.com/strongwrite/status/1368776502263812099
Hates Kate & Pippa:
https://twitter.com/strongwrite/status/1368264911881723907
Paranoid about the staff bullying investigation and needs her followers to think she can’t be investigated because she’s American:
https://twitter.com/strongwrite/status/1368231428807352327
Loves using her lawyers to sue people & hates William:
https://twitter.com/strongwrite/status/1367964151306461191
On the Mail on Sunday apology:
https://twitter.com/strongwrite/status/1367900405447991298
Before the Oprah interview:
https://twitter.com/strongwrite/status/1367629726777499648
Hates Jason Knauf & other staffers:
https://twitter.com/strongwrite/status/1367516953645113346
Thinks her lawyers (Schillings) will save her from the staff bullying investigation because she’s AMERICAN:
https://twitter.com/strongwrite/status/1367210769482457090
Hates the Palace Staff including Samantha!:
https://twitter.com/strongwrite/status/1367215262945185797
She REALLY HATES Jason Knauf! No wonder he’s moving overseas:
https://twitter.com/strongwrite/status/1367223085200510976
Knew the BRF was trying to get Harry to visit the UK (BEFORE PHILIP DIED!!):
https://twitter.com/strongwrite/status/1367137610745978881
And this one: https://twitter.com/strongwrite/status/1367136868991725572
Suspected that ITV briefed the BRF on the Oprah interview prior to its airing in the US:
https://twitter.com/strongwrite/status/1366935707948900354
Her true love is clearly her law firm:
https://twitter.com/strongwrite/status/1366906068715077632
Inferring that she has her own recordings:
https://twitter.com/strongwrite/status/1366891492858613771
She really wants to do battle with the BRF:
https://twitter.com/strongwrite/status/1366888797980532737
She hates that William “scarfed” her:
https://twitter.com/strongwrite/status/1363915877364740099
She’s sooooo thin skinned it’s amazing!!
So Baby #2 seems to be more an attempt at keeping Harry by her side based on this tweet:
https://twitter.com/strongwrite/status/1362796670493335557
Megs not understanding that a FOURTH Cambridge kid makes her kid less important:
https://twitter.com/strongwrite/status/1361380480298409991
The timing of the Oprah interview was strategic:
https://twitter.com/strongwrite/status/1361372997580390404
I don’t know how her baby announcement can ever be justified as “private”:
https://twitter.com/strongwrite/status/1359525508942340104
Convinced the BRF needs Archie “back in the fold”:
https://twitter.com/strongwrite/status/1356800256051208193
More of her intents of a “war” with the BRF regarding Archie:
https://twitter.com/strongwrite/status/1356294409155973123
From Dec 2020 on her plan to keep Harry away from his family:
https://twitter.com/strongwrite/status/1344643499065487360
and
https://twitter.com/strongwrite/status/1343223753162027009
On Harry talking to Princess Michael about the Blackamoor brooch:
https://twitter.com/strongwrite/status/1340682301458571272
Hates a certain royal reporter who got evicted from his residence:
https://twitter.com/strongwrite/status/1333415192621932544
and
https://twitter.com/strongwrite/status/1324768619033755650
Loves that Harry had a higher rank in the military than William:
https://twitter.com/strongwrite/status/1329434734091493382
She voted in 2020:
https://twitter.com/strongwrite/status/1323674457957957639
She has a lot of tweets that infer Harry is being protected by the Democratic political establishment. More of her nuttiness & inflated ego I have no doubt. BUT this tweet does make me wonder if there’s something curious about Harry’s visa:
https://twitter.com/strongwrite/status/1313108968273842178
https://twitter.com/strongwrite/status/1302280184100519938
AND can include this one too:
https://twitter.com/strongwrite/status/1296261691307630593
Loves her mortgage:
https://twitter.com/strongwrite/status/1297568298935164930
https://twitter.com/strongwrite/status/1295448072835735553
Knows about the Sussex Squad abusing W&K on social media:
https://twitter.com/strongwrite/status/1295100292934119427
Hates that Kate didn’t support her “publicly”:
https://twitter.com/strongwrite/status/1292573788199104521
August 2020 and some famous people decided to drop her ass:
https://twitter.com/strongwrite/status/1291329369902899201
Anger at Edward Enninful:
https://twitter.com/strongwrite/status/1290380082951921664
Doesn’t understand that there are three “heirs” to the throne right now:
https://twitter.com/strongwrite/status/1287834067405242368
Admits being a control freak and always things she should get her way:
https://twitter.com/strongwrite/status/1287370535249358848
Celebrating Megxit in July 2020:
https://twitter.com/strongwrite/status/1286659622728867840
and
https://twitter.com/strongwrite/status/1286652204666048513
and
https://twitter.com/StrongWrite/status/1286652209569116160
Intends on blacking out certain royal commentators via the Archewell projects:
https://twitter.com/strongwrite/status/1285978831543832576
(no real loss for them since there aren’t any!)
Again doesn’t understand Royal protocol and thinks Kate should be in front of Charles:
https://twitter.com/strongwrite/status/1283832823506505731
and
https://twitter.com/strongwrite/status/1283838875077611520
Wants her followers, aka Sussex Squad, to believe that she was adored in Hollywood before she became known as Harry’s +1:
https://twitter.com/strongwrite/status/1283772284218597378
and
https://twitter.com/strongwrite/status/1283796640827138054
Hates Lord Geidt:
https://twitter.com/strongwrite/status/1281320466024669205
Didn’t use the royal doctors for the pregnancy with Archie because she wouldn’t be “safe” with them:
https://twitter.com/strongwrite/status/1281316438922403841
I smell a familial alienation strategy with this.
Compares her life in the UK to the suffering of Palestinians:
https://twitter.com/strongwrite/status/1280947806342205441
Hates Melissa, the PA, who allegedly got a payout:
https://twitter.com/strongwrite/status/1279753497215406082
Says she passed a pre-wedding security check with flying colors:
https://twitter.com/strongwrite/status/1279148914952810496
More hatred of the staff:
https://twitter.com/strongwrite/status/1279071869992386561
and
https://twitter.com/strongwrite/status/1279071026811473921
and
https://twitter.com/strongwrite/status/1279069654481342465
and
https://twitter.com/strongwrite/status/1279068915453366279
Hates Gary Janetti:
https://twitter.com/strongwrite/status/1278007214779793409
Already dislikes certain US journalists for not kissing her ass:
https://twitter.com/strongwrite/status/1275843625130303489
Believes she was God’s gift to the BRF:
https://twitter.com/strongwrite/status/1269254869812219904
Dislike of Beatrice & Eugenie:
https://twitter.com/strongwrite/status/1269252716582309891
And, at the end, her constant alienation of Harry from his family:
https://twitter.com/strongwrite/status/1267530969134874630
Yes, Megs is crazy, but we wouldn’t be in this situation to begin with unless Meghan was batshit crazy!
I didn’t mean for the post to be this long. I just kept finding so many gems that I thought needed to be shared.
SONIC RANGERS, EVERYTHING WE KNOW ABOUT IT, LINK FOR ALL SOURCES AT THE END
Ok, the time has come. I spent my entire day doing some searches on the 4chan website, picking and trying to find every nugget of information I could find that I was 100% sure it was connected to Sonic Rangers.
I’ll get this right out of the gate: I’m 95% sure the next main Sonic game will be open world, and what will follow is all my evidence towards it. It’ll be uncharted territory for the Sonic franchise, and we’ll need to see how it pays off.
Also, spoilers for Sonic Rangers, but kind of broad ones, so in my opinion, your experience wouldn’t be ruined if you read all of this. But if you’re one of those that want to go 100% blind, then I think the time to jump off this ship is now.
Here we go.
As it turns out, as I did some digging of my own, and thanks to other observant people, I can confirm that the “Sonic Rangers” name has been circulating on the Internet way, WAY before the accidental leak revealed on May 27th. I will show an entire timeline of these discoveries, and how they connect.
But okay, before we dive in, a general vision of Sonic Rangers: the game will take a brand new approach with the character, placing Sonic in an open world for him to explore. Where through his speed, he’ll do platforming challenges, do puzzles, fight against badniks, etc. When fighting against enemies, the player gains XP, that can be used to give Sonic different abilities. Spread through this world are bosses, where after you defeat them, Sonic obtains orbs, and when enough of them are gathered, Sonic can enter Special Stages, that are structured like a Sonic Generations/Sonic Unleashed boost level. When you complete them, you get a Chaos Emerald.
Ok, now let’s go to the 4chan leaks. From what I can tell, SEGA has been inviting different test groups to testplay their next main Sonic game, under a strict NDA. After it, SEGA collects feedback from the testers. I can’t exactly pinpoint when SEGA began to do these tests, but if I had to guess, it has been around as early as March 2020.
1st Occurrence
In July 2020, another fake leak claiming to be the 30th anniversary game showed up on 4chan, but then, as an answer to it, a person that has really played a test version of the next main Sonic game called the fake leaker out. The person that has put their hands on the next main Sonic game had the following to say:
“I playtested the game back in march and played it for an hour. There were no levels just an overworld. You’re full of s***.”
In another post, the person that got their hands on the testing version of the next main Sonic game, had the following to say:
“It was called Sonic Rangers when I played it.”
1st Occurrence analysis
I believe that the person that played the test version of Sonic Rangers has erroneously interpreted the open world as an overworld, which makes sense. Sonic Rangers name gets dropped for the first time.
2nd Occurrence
In August of 2020, another person that played a test version of Sonic Rangers, stated the following about the next title on the Sonic series:
“It’s not an adventure remake. I playtested it. They ARE working on something, but if they take feedback me and the other panelists gave them, SEGA might change quite a bit from what I ended up playing.
Open World
Set on a gloomy, grassy, uninhabited island dotted with ruins.
Big BOTW influence, little korok-like puzzles scattered everywhere.
Robot/alien bosses scattered throughout the island, defeat them and you get a Chaos Emerald.
Get all Chaos Emeralds and you gain entrance to the final boss area, a foggy forest you couldn’t enter before.
No major characters appeared aside from Sonic.
No story, just dumped in.
Turn Super Sonic to fight the boss, he’s a giant colossus-like entity that you climb, hit his weak points.
These could all be changed because I played a couple of months ago and there still hasn’t been any reveal, so I assume they might be reworking a lot.”
2nd Occurrence analysis
As you can see, in this version, some of the elements that were talked about in the most famous leak aren’t present, some missing elements were added later, but the basic was already present and in place. Sonic can travel through an open world, doing puzzles, defeating badniks and fighting against bosses, to then fight against a final boss as Super Sonic.
The most interesting thing is how the person that leaked these details claimed that they played it “a couple of months ago”, meaning that this version could take place after the build shown in the first occurrence. Some things have changed since then.
Another cool thing that I wanted to point out was that this build uses placeholder from previous Sonic games. During the final boss, the theme for the first boss fight against Infinite from Sonic Forces is used.
3rd Occurrence
In January of 2021, another anonymous 4chan user talked about Sonic rangers, once again mentioning the name “Sonic Rangers.” As their version is pretty edgy, and negative because Sonic Negativism gets clicks, I’m going to present it in a unbiased manner, and be direct to the point on what they said.
Sonic Rangers, around the end of 2020, was presented once more to a select group of people, two demos were shown. The first one allows exploration of the open world under a time limit of twenty minutes, and another demo that has an apparent Final Boss battle.
Open world is filled with small enemies, puzzles, and platforming challenges.
Completing puzzles, challenges and defeating badniks gives XP to the player as a reward, that can be used to unlock abilities for Sonic.
Among the abilities that Sonic can unlock, there is the “spincycle”, where after pressing the Y button, Sonic begins to create a line behind him, and if the player creates a circle-ish shape around the enemy or a group of enemies, Sonic attacks all the enemies that were “marked” within the spincycle line.
Homing Attack that can target multiple enemies at once, from Sonic Lost World, is back.
There are lots of bosses spread through the open world, when they are defeated, Sonic gets some “orbs”.
If the player gets enough orbs, he can access the “Cyberspace”, essentially this game’s special stage.
The cyberspace levels are like the boost levels in Sonic Generations.
When beating a cyberspace level within a certain amount of time, the player obtains a Chaos Emerald.
New voice clips for Roger Craig Smith were used.
Some new music was made for this build.
In regards to the demo where the player faces the final boss:
After reuniting all the Chaos Emeralds, Sonic can go through a dense fog that the player couldn’t access before in the open world.
A Giant Tree Robot is the apparent final boss.
Fly as Super Sonic using the spincycle and other abilities that were unlocked throughout the game to help defeat the final boss.
Can’t take damage, on a timer of rings. A Ghost girl refills the player’s ring count multiple times.
Demo ended after defeating the boss.
3rd Occurrence analysis
As you can see, this version polished even further the concepts that were talked about in the second occurrence. Instead of getting Chaos Emeralds after defeating a boss, Sonic gains orbs, where after this Sonic has to go after EVEN more bosses to get more orbs. With these orbs, the player can access a Special Stage, named Cyberspace, where you’ll be able to play a more traditional like Sonic game, to get the Chaos Emeralds.
This certainly helps the game longer, which is a plus for me. We’ll probably have seven boost levels, with them being treated like a Special Stage. They also added a XP system, and the main gimmick of this game, the spincycle, was shown in the trailer for Sonic Central.
Sonic will keep building up abilities, which is something I believe the player will be able to use them as different strategies on how to beat different types of bosses.
4th Occurrence
Sonic Central takes place, with a trailer for a new Sonic game at the end. Sonic is running through a forest, and then he begins to glow blue, creating a pixel effect, with a line following him. Sonic then runs in a circle with this new ability that makes him glow blue, and then exits screen.
4th Occurrence analysis
With the context we’ve piled up from previous occurrences, you can put some pieces together. Sonic is clearly activating a spincycle, the main gimmick for this new game, just like how it was said in the January 2021 leak. And just like how the leaker said, Sonic formed a circle-ish shape with this ability in the teaser trailer. Sonic creates a blue energy, creating a line behind him, allowing him to make patterns with it, maybe creating a shape that could surround his enemies?
5th Occurrence
Dataminers and modders are able to get their hands on the 4K trailer for the new Sonic game, finding out that the name of the game is, Sonic Rangers.
5th Occurrence analysis
It perfectly fits with what was stated previously in 4chan threads, specifically, the one from July 2020 and the one from January 2021. Helping give the 4Chan leaks even more credit.
6th Occurrence
SEGA, while sending out press kits to news websites, ends up slipping out the name for their next main Sonic game, Sonic Rangers.
"Announcing new console experiences, Sonic Colors: Ultimate and Sonic Rangers, further details on Netflix's Sonic Prime, mobile news, musical events and much more!"
-SEGA
It was an accident, and SEGA stated they sent an erroneous version, and when pressed about the Sonic Rangers name, it didn’t dwell into it any further.
6th Occurrence analysis
Coming straight from SEGA’s mouth, the name for the next main Sonic game is gonna be Sonic Rangers. This fits a lot with the rumours that came from 4chan from July 2020 and January 2021, making it EVEN MORE likely that the next main Sonic game is gonna be an open world game.
Conclusion
And that’s where we’re at now in terms of Sonic Rangers news. In my opinion, I’m 95% certain that these leaks are legit. Keep in mind that after the Sonic Rangers name came to light, 1001 other rumours were created, but these I have my doubts, since they now have a sturdy base, they can make up more stuff to go along with it.
My opinion: I’m particularly excited for this next main game. Sonic Rangers deals with uncharted territory for the Sonic series, and I feel like it could be very fun. But of course, I’m a guy that’s mostly chill and cool with most Sonic media out there, so form your own opinions.
summary: the biggest goal of a grad student is to get through school in one piece - no petty drama involved, no sweating over the little things. however, that plan almost always never follows through. sometimes, you can’t help but fall into the most unthinkable, unexpected traps and learn the hard way. like, exhibit a: being unable to resist your engaged, substitute teacher, kim seokjin.
pairing: jungkook x reader x engaged!teacher!seokjin
genre: grad school au, student life au | fluff, angst, smut
words: 4.7k
warnings: unprotected sex, begging, rough sex, doggy style, hair pulling, very slight dirty talk, slight hints of jealousy, very brief moment of spit play, oral (f. receiving), breast play, cum eating, fingering, multiple orgasms, marking/hickeys, cussing/mature language, angst, cuddling/after care, mentions of car accident/death, insecurities, unanswered questions, dont really know wtf this is or where it’s going, love triangle mess
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The Uber ride is silent, and part of you started to question whether or not you should continue. But, before you could really talk some sense into yourself, you had arrived at Jin's house.
You remember him dropping his address into your text thread after Chance's death anniversary, in case you ever needed anything. For which specific reasons, you had no idea what. Maybe for times like these? You were beginning to think this is what he planned all along.
As you slowly walked up to the front of his perfect family sized home up in Orinda, you felt a little weird seeing his car and what you assume is Grace's car. You also remember him briefly saying Grace would be in New York, but you double check your receipts just to make sure [on some serious hoe shit]. If anything, you could just make up some weird, bullshit excuse and run away, right? Pull the drunk student card. Hopefully, you wouldn't have to.
You ring the doorbell once and stand there awkwardly. You didn't hear any movement in the house, although the lights were on, so you hit the doorbell once more, the cold settling into your skin as the minutes go by. This was the moment you started to really question your decision. Like what the fuck, Y/N? What are we—
Lo and behold, Jin answers the door. He looks like he had just hopped out the shower since he showed up in sweats, a white longsleeve and damp hair.
"Sorry, I just hopped out the shower." He steps aside to let you in, almost like he already expected you to show up.
"It's alright." You fiddle with your fingers.
"It's freezing, are you cold? Do you want a sweater?" You look down at your leggings and the thin sweater you grabbed.
"I'm good, thanks." You say softly as you follow him deeper into the house. It's quiet for the most part, and you feel incredibly awkward walking behind him like a lost child. He stops in his kitchen, pouring himself a glass of water.
"Water? Or anything to drink? Eat, even? I might have something I could whip up for you really quickly." You chuckle.
"No, don't worry."
"Soooo, wanna tell me what you're doing here Y/N?" He chuckles at you.
"Don't flatter yourself, Jin."
"Can't help it since Jungkook doesn't seem to live here." He smirks, his hands now dug deep into the pockets of his sweats. You can't help but marvel at the sight of his long, veiny arms and the way his collarbone is poking out from his longsleeve. Oh, the thought of his hands wrapping around your neck.
"Ha-ha, very funny." You say sarcastically, crossing your arms.
"Just going along with your game." He's now closer and towering over you, subtly biting his bottom lip as he looks down at you. "You have fun with my stepbrother tonight?"
"And if I did?" At this point, your knees are buckling and you're about ready to pounce on this man with the way he's been acting.
"So then let me ask again - what are you doing here, Y/N?" His voice slightly deepened as his finger rose your chin for you to look him in the eye.
"Why ask when you know?"
"Cause I wanna hear it."
"You really wanna hear why?" You say, almost at a whisper.
"Yeah, I do." He edges his face closer to yours, the lust very apparent and strong as hell between the both of you. "Or you can show me." You suddenly can no longer hold yourself off, forgetting the events that played out until this moment. You instantly throw your bag aside and jump onto him, kissing him as he wraps his arms tightly around you to hold you up. He doesn't break the kiss as he's making his way up to the bedroom.
He gently lays you on the bed, taking off his shirt before aiding you with yours. You bite your bottom lip as you gush at the sight of his upper body, your panties feeling more soaked by the minute. You wanted every bit of him, and you were ready to get filthy, fulfilling every need Grace couldn't. He snatches your leggings off, tossing them across the room. His large hands are feeling down your entire body as he deeply kisses you. His lips move down to your jaw, then down to your neck, his tongue swiping across your skin before nipping and sucking on the surface to leave his mark. You let out a moan while your hands are in his hair.
"Fuck me, Jin. Pleeeease." You mewl as he's sucking on each breast, his tongue toying with your nipples before gently sucking and nibbling on them. He makes his way down your stomach and to your inner thighs, his long fingers hooking onto your panties and shoving them aside.
"God, Y/N. You have no idea how bad I've been wanting to fuck you." He says lowly before he lowers his mouth onto your wet pussy. He instantly swipes his tongue down your folds, sucking all the wetness that leaks out. You let out a breathy moan when the sensation hits you, sending chills and goosebumps down your body. He inserts two digits, biting his lip at the sound your pussy makes every time he curves upwards and picks up the pace.
"Ohhhhh my god." You moan as you slightly arch your back and palm your breasts, toying with your own nipples as he continues to finger you and suck on your clit like no tomorrow. "Mmmmmm, fuck!" You almost yell as one hand is gripping the sheets, trying your hardest to hold on for as long as you could, but this man was really about to make you cum right at this moment.
And so he does. He makes you cum so fucking hard your body needs to be held down from how bad you're trembling. All you want is more, and he knows you want more. He pulls you to the edge of the bed, ready to line himself up with your entrance but you take his cock in your hand and jerk him off for a bit. His cock is long, and the perfect thickness. His tip red and angry, pooling with pre-cum that your thumb is swirling around and playing with. Your free hand is grabbing his other hand and inserting the two digits he used to finger you into your mouth, sucking each digit slowly. He can't even fucking bear this sight right now, or else he'll probably blow his load right onto you. His eyes are rolling to the back of the head and all he can think about is fucking you so hard that the headboard almost breaks the wall.
He wanted you so fucking badly, and you were being the biggest, dirtiest tease.
You finally insert the tip into your entrance, gasping and smirking at how good it'll feel when he completely fills you up. He wastes no time pushing himself into you, completely bottoming out until he's thrusting into you harder than you imagined. Your body is moving upwards, titties shaking and bouncing from how hard he's going. One hand is gripping your thigh tightly as you wrap your legs around his torso, the other is around your neck.
"Jin! Fuck, you're gonna make me cum again." He groans, closing his eyes as he continues to thrust hard, going deep every time he pulls back, hitting your core with the sudden movement.
"You think my brother can make you feel this way?" He lets out breathily.
"N-no." You whine, tears streaming down your face at the overwhelming sensation.
"Seemed like you thought so earlier." He has this look in his eyes, the same look he had when he was hungry for you at the club. Except this time, it was ten fold more being he was in between your thighs, fucking you until he couldn't anymore. And honestly, this shit was boosting his ego because Jungkook had you wrapped around his finger all night and he hated it. Jungkook was a really good looking dude, who was good at a lot of things, and Jin couldn't help but feel a little competitive against his own sibling.
But here he was, getting you all to himself.
"N-no!" You beg. "Only you. Only you can make me feel this way. Please make me cum." He groans, his thumb now working circular motions onto your clit until you're letting your climax take over your entire body once again. You're so out of breath at this point, but Jin doesn't stop and instantly gets you on your fours. He swipes his hand down your pussy, making you suddenly jolt at the sensitivity. You feel his spit dribble down your folds, causing your breathing to hitch. It was obvious Jin was letting out this pent up sexual tension or whatever the hell it was, but you honestly couldn't care less. He could use you all he wanted, especially if he made you cum the way you did just these past two times.
At first, he was gripping your hips, holding onto you as he hammered into your pussy from the back. You started following his movements with his, making him pause just to feel you move along his cock. He gives your ass cheek a good smack, causing you to yelp at the heat pooling at the spot. He grips your ass, spreading it just enough to continue burying himself deeper into your core.
"Just like that." You moan. "Hohhhhhgod, just like that!" You're almost crying. He grabs a hold of your hair, tugging it back so that he can see your face.
"Let me see you play with yourself." He spits out. You reach down for your clit, your hands rubbing in circles as he continues to fuck you and tug on your hair. You let out a loud moan, the headboard really damn near about to create a dent into the wall. "Yeah, that's it. You're fucking naughty." He says in your ear. You feel yourself spiraling for the third time tonight, and this third time has you weak, causing you to collapse down onto the bed as he continues to thrust into you and fill you up with his seed, his hand pressing your face down against the bed ever so slightly.
"Ohhhhggfuck!" You groan, twitching at the last minute aftershocks running through your body. The only sounds filling the room are you and Jin catching your breaths. He slowly slips out of you, grabbing a tissue on the nightstand to clean you up before cleaning himself up and throwing on his sweats and shirt.
"You okay?" He slightly chuckles, handing you one of his shirts to slip into. You weakly get into it, running your hands through your hair and fixing yourself up. Your panties and bra are still off to the side, along with the clothes you came in.
"You wanted to know why I was here, right?" He smiles, his cheeks tinted a rosy color.
"I'll get you some water, but is there anything else I can get you?" He asks, holding onto the door frame, fine as fuck doing the bare minimum. You shake your head and he disappears out of the room.
You can't believe this happened. So much for keeping distance. But did you regret it? Honestly -absolutely not.
Jin comes back with two glasses of water and sets yours on the nightstand next to you, which also has a picture of him and Grace. Ironic. He sits right next to you on the edge of the bed, watching as you yawn before sipping some water.
"Tired?"
"Yeah, it's been a really long night."
"Tell me about it, Miss 'I'm trying to keep my distance from you.'" You shake your head.
"Yeah yeah, keep it up. It's exactly what I want." You sarcastically joked.
"I'm kidding." He places a hand on your covered leg and gently gives it a squeeze. "For the record, I'm happy you swung by."
"I am too, but I should probably make my way home soon."
"What? No, stay. It's late. Plus, you're tired."
"A-are you sure? I-I mean, I don't wanna--" He shakes his head to cut you off.
"I honestly would really like you to. Besides, I don't know why you expected me to let you go back home this late." It was weird. You honestly thought he'd fuck you then send your ass home, but here you were, cuddling into his sheets and getting warm. But this was Jin - the same guy who didn't go home until you had a chance to spill out your feelings and made sure you were okay. The exhaustion hits you, being that it's 3-4am or something like that, you don't even care to know.
"Okay." Is all you say, sinking deeper into the sheets that smelled like lavender Downy detergent.
"I just need to clean up a few things, alright? Go to sleep. I'll be back in a minute." You quietly nod as you lie on your side, examining the photo on the nightstand. Fantastic job keeping up with your end of the deal, Y/N. Although your friends would probably make jokes about it at first, they'd be so disappointed beneath the surface.
You shake your head and turn the other way to erase your thoughts. You start to feel comfortable, enough to the point where you find yourself falling asleep pretty quickly.
Meanwhile, Jin is cleaning up his kitchen and living room before shutting off the lights and heading back upstairs. By the time he's back in the room and shutting off the bedroom lights, he sees you fully asleep. He smiles to himself and slips into the bed, careful to not wake you, but he's unsuccessful as he feels you stirring and getting closer to his body. Jin welcomes it, throwing his arm around you and allowing you to snuggle up onto his chest, gently running his fingers down your sides. Your skin felt like butter.
"Are you not sleeping yet?" You mumble into his chest.
"I'll sleep soon." He says softly, flipping through the channels on the TV in front of him.
"It's late, though."
"It's a Sunday morning. I'll be okay." He smiles at how cute you were being. "Go back to sleep, cutie."
"Hmph, suit yourself." You say, making him silently laugh to himself. Attitude still on na-na even half asleep. He places a gentle kiss on the top of your head and brings the covers up to make sure your entire body is covered completely.
This.
This felt right for him, no matter how fucking bad or wrong this all went down. No matter how he tried to look at it, or anybody else. He felt deeply for you after tonight and there was really no way of hiding it. Why shit came about this way, he won't ever truly understand, but he always looked at you as some sort of sign. Some kind of blessing in disguise. He knew what he wanted for himself. He had to do what was right for him, whatever that meant. He was the only one who could truly understand.
You shot up from the bed, grabbing your chest as you tried to regulate your breathing. You had just experienced the worst nightmare you had ever experienced, the only part of it you remembered was seeing Chance behind the wheel as soon as the truck came head on first.
"Y/N? Are you okay?" Jin asks in a deep, sleepy voice, slightly raising his head and eyes barely open. You feel his hand against your back, gently caressing it.
"Yeah, sorry."
"Bad dream?" He's now yawning and sitting up against the headboard, his fingers still lightly caressing your hips.
"Yeah."
"Wanna talk about it?" You shook your head.
"I just saw Chance behind the wheel before the oncoming car came on head first."
"I'm sorry." He says softly as he pulls you in.
"It's no big deal."
"Wanna make sure you're okay, though." Is all he says. He doesn't press you for details, or anything along the matter and simply sits there in silence, caressing you and holding you close. He knew you and Chance had a strong relationship, just based off of the way you talked highly about him, and that it was taken away from you unexpectedly. He wouldn't expect you to be completely over it. He would never understand the pain or how it feels, but he could do his best to be here for you. "You know I'm here if you need me."
"I know. Thank you." He smiles.
"Would you like some breakfast?"
"Sure."
"I'll cook something." He places a small kiss on your temple before getting up to get this Sunday started. You took a couple of deep breaths, still a little shaken up from the dream you had. But, you brush it off and get up to meet Jin downstairs. You slip on your panties, still walking around in Jin's shirt, and pass by his walk-in closet only to see Grace's clothes against one wall. You suddenly start to feel weird, so you hurry on by and get downstairs before you could start falling into a rabbit hole about your feelings. Jin was already at the stove, whipping up some eggs and getting some waffles into the toaster. He looked good doing so, his shirt doing a damn good job of outlining his back muscles and broad shoulders. You honestly wouldn't mind another round of last night.
You sit on the stool in front of the kitchen island and fiddle with your bag to grab your phone. It was still pretty early, so it wasn't surprising to see no texts from either of the three. You were sure you were going to hear from Ryujin soon, and you were going to make sure you would be home by the time she called. Hopefully, at least. However, there was a text from an unknown number, and your heart slightly sank when you realized who it was.
[unknown number] 3:02am: had a lot of fun tonight. probably the best birthday yet. thanks cutie :) hope you got home safely.
Jungkook.
"Friends blowing up your phone?" He raises his eyebrow as he watches you stare at your phone. You slightly chuckle and tuck it aside, making a mental note to respond when you got home. Yup. This shit is messy already.
"Not exactly, thank God." You rest your chin on the palm of your hand. "Sorry about earlier, by the way."
"Sorry about having a bad dream? Y/N, don't worry about it."
"And thank you for letting me borrow your shirt and for cooking breakfast." Jin smiled as he began to plate your food. It was the little things that he appreciated, the little things like the way you said thank you for everything.
"Of course." He walks over to your side and puts the plate down in front of you. You raise yourself up a bit in order to kiss him on the lips, knowing you weren't gonna stop that kiss right away. "Your. food." He spits out in between kisses, making you laugh.
"Okay, okay." He chuckles as he sits next to you, digging into his own plate. The both of you start talking about plans for the day and week, with no mention of Grace even though you knew your alone time with Jin would come to an end. No discussion about what this was, or what you both intended for this to be, especially in the long run.
"Why don't you come and stay the night again?"
"I got some work to do." You pouted.
"Then bring it over."
"Bring it over and then what, get distracted by you all night?"
"Maybe." He smirked.
"Mmmm, we'll see." He pouts.
"Fine, I'll let you do your own thing." You chuckle.
"You're a baby."
"I just got you to myself." You shake your head and quietly poke at your food. Suddenly, you felt the need to ask the question. You were just dying to. Like.. what now? What happens when Grace comes back? Nothing? You didn't know what to expect, you should've known this couldn't be much with Grace being back soon.
"So." You poked at your eggs.
"Hm?" He continued to eat, his cute, bug eyes occasionally glancing at you.
"God, I really don't know how to ask this."
"Just ask, Y/N. It won't hurt." He gave you a small, reassuring toothless smile.
"So, what happens when Grace gets back?" He shrugged. Really? Just a shrug?
"Honestly, I don't know."
"Look, I know I can't ask for much right now but are we just going to continue living our own lives after all this? Are you just going to keep me here with Grace around too?"
"I know I can't promise anything but it's not my plan to keep both of you around like that. I'm going to talk to Grace because I just don't think this is working between us anymore."
"How are you so sure? What if Grace comes back and you realize how much you truly do love her?" You felt stupid for asking but you were also dying to know. Your thoughts were everywhere and right now, it felt like your mind was your biggest enemy. You really didn't know what to do, and part of you [majority of you, really] felt like this was completely and painfully temporary and that he was never going to leave her. He had no plans to. You were just filling this void.
You couldn't be mad at it though.
"Y/N, please don't worry about this, okay? I'll take care of it." You simply nodded, knowing you couldn't settle on this too quickly because you didn't even know what that meant. Maybe, this is what it was. Just this. You couldn't expect more. Besides, you still had Jungkook around. You didn't even know what you were trying to do with that either, cause he was fine as hell. A sweet soul too, with the way he handled you at the club, careful to not overstep boundaries and disrespect you in anyway.
Too bad you were too wrapped up in his stepbrother.
Obviously, these things were never easy.
"Okay." is all you say before you continue to finish up your food. Once finished, you do what you can to help clean up the dishes and the kitchen before changing back into your clothes so Jin can drop you at home.
On the way home, Jin has his hand on your thigh while you looked out the passenger's window. Last night replayed over and over in your head and you had to bite you bottom lip to prevent yourself from smiling too big.
"Oop." You say as you jump from the vibration of your phone. "Oh shoot."
"Everything okay?"
"It's just Ryujin, hang on." He nods silently. "Hello?"
"Girl, I'm hungover as fuck. Let's get coffee or walk around somewhere. I need fresh air."
"Sure, I'll be home in a minute, I can meet you up in the next hour or so."
"Where the hell did you go this early?"
"Run errands, workout." You lied. But did you really? You kind of did get a workout in early this morning.
"Run errands and workout after a late night at the club?" She snorted. "Okay. I guess we clearly handle the morning after way differently."
"Yeah, just wanted to avoid the crowd." You glance over at Jin, who's smiling and silently chuckling go himself.
"Mmmkay." She yawns. "Hey, did you ever get that guy's number? I forgot his name." You subtly roll your eyes because you know damn well she wasn't gonna try and make you say Jungkook's name right now. She was drunk as fuck and flirting with Jin's friends when you had given him your number. Of course she couldn't remember for the life of her.
"Yeah, he asked."
"What's his name though? It's bothering me, cause I feel like I knew it all night but now it's not coming to me."
"Does it matter?"
"Of course it does, especially if you're planning to continue seeing him and throwing your pussy at him." You deeply sigh.
"Jungkook." You take another glance at Jin, but this time his smile had slightly faded. "Look, I'm about to get home, okay? Just text me where to meet you."
"Alrighty, we're continuing this conversation though. See you soon." And with that, the call ended. It was silent for a minute and you were unsure if you should apologize, or bring up the whole thing about Jungkook.
"Ryujin doing okay?" He asks, giving you a small smile. You simply nod and look back out the window without saying anything else. Maybe you both just didn't know how to approach the Jungkook thing. You sure as hell didn't, not around Jin.
You finally get to your apartment building, with Jin sending you off with a quick peck on the lips. You take a long, hot shower before hopping into some warmer and more decent clothes for your walk with Ryujin. You also had just remembered to text Jungkook back now that you were alone.
[y/n] 9:47am: sorry, had such a long night and knocked out. but yes, got home safely. i'm glad you had a great birthday. :)
[jungkook] 9:53am: she's up! goodmorning beautiful. hope you're still down for our date.
[jungkook] 9:54am: (sends picture of him laying down in a hoodie and glasses which makes you smile to yourself cause he's cute as fuck)
[y/n] 9:56am: of course i am. just let me know time and place.
[jungkook] 9:58am: time? yes. place? no. i'll keep it a surprise. :-) is it okay if i call you later?
[y/n] 10:02am: sure!
[jungkook] 10:03am: k, i'll talk to you later then. gotta run errands and stop by my brother's spot really quickly. have a good day today!
Whew, just imagine if you had run into him at Jin's house. What would you do then? Lie and tell him you came over for some homework help? Bitch, please.
The heavenly being above was on your team right now, but you knew that wouldn't last long with all this sinning.
After getting a good, quick shower in, you hurriedly got into your car and drove off to your destination, making it just on time to catch Ryujin stepping out of her car. She already has coffee for you, so you both start walking around Lake Merritt, revisiting last night's festivities and the fun you both had. The cold air was still nipping at your skin, cause you to rub your hand on your neck to try and provide some warmth. Suddenly, Ryujin grips your wrist and furrows her eyebrows at your neck.
"Y/N, what is that?" She points. Then it suddenly hits you - the hickeys Seokjin left on your neck. "Are those hickeys?!" She gasped.
Well, fuck.
"Keep your voice down." You say as you zip your jacket all the way up.
"Did you and Jungkook fuck last night? Is that where you actually were? You didn't run errands or go to the gym early this morning, did you? You actually just ended up going back home from his spot early this morning?" She threw questions left and right, her eyes wide and very suggestive.
"No, no! I didn't go home with Jungkook."
"So, did you guys do shit in the club or something? I'm confused, but also impressed if that's the case cause it's bold. I didn't know you got down like that, but I kind of like it." She pinched your side.
"No." She raises an eyebrow.
"Then why the fuck do you have hickeys on your neck? Who else could you have—" She stops in her tracks, hand over her mouth as she slowly approaches you again. "Y/N, who gave you those hickeys?" You simply look at her, your eyes already giving off the answer. "D-did you hook up with Seokjin?" She pulls out his first name, knowing 'Mr.Kim' was not appropriate for this matter.
BITCH I AM DEMANDING A FLUFFY PART TWO TO KYLO FORGETTING OUR DATE OKAY?!
I WANT SWEET AND NASTY MAKEUP SEX
HAHAHHA YESSSSS. here is part one of Kylo forgetting our anniversary.
“Hey.”
You sighed into the phone, slumped on the cool leather couch. The TV blaring before you, but you didn’t listen to what was on. It had been two weeks since you kicked Kylo out, the only communication shared were clipped texts and stale ‘Hi’s’ and ‘Byes’ when he needed to pick up clean clothes.
“Hi.”
Kylo took in a slow breath, you could practically feel the air hit your face. So close, yet so far, “Are you gonna be home today?”
“Yup.”
“Cool, I’ll be there at 12 during lunch. I have some shit to grab.”
You bit back sniffling, “Okay,” your voice cracked. “I’ll be here.”
———
You scrolled through your emails, waiting at the kitchen counter for him to show up. You'd applied for some jobs a few days ago if this was really the end of you two. You needed a job, there was no way you could afford living in the penthouse and at some point, Kylo would want it back.
It was in his name anyway, the only thing you really owned without his help was your laptop.
Fingers crossed you'd find something, you haven't worked in almost five years. You didn't need to with Kylo, and he urged you to not work. He wanted to take care of you, provide for you, help you in any way he could. But now, you were left high and dry, not even a single bank account in your name.
You swallowed back another round of tears, no.
No more tears, you'd get through this. You had family who would help, friends that supported you and wanted you to be happy. Even his mom, not that you'd stoop that low, was willing to help you.
It would be better to just cut all ties to him since there was a slim chance he would want to be back together.
You still weren't sure, you missed him. Terribly, barely sleeping because his presence was gone. Jumping towards your phone whenever it rang, hoping it was him on the other side calling to make it up to you.
But the man was stubborn, angry that you kicked him out.
Claiming that his accusations were valid, which wounded you further.
A light knock on the door drew you away from your wallowing, you took a shaky breath before whispering a faint, "it's open."
Kylo walked in slowly, dressed in his work clothes. A button-up, white, with his suit jacket and tight dress pants. His hair was getting longer, the harsh lighting of the kitchen showed a sheen of grease coating it.
And the bags, the bags under his eyes were darker than normal.
A part of you was smug over his appearance.
But the rest of you ached, fighting against your baser instinct to run towards him. So he could take you in his arms while you bathed him in kisses, mourning over the time spent apart.
"Hello," he nodded stiffly towards you. Not making eye contact as he shut the door. Kylo fiddled with the strap on his shoulder, his duffel bag hanging limp. Empty, ready to stuff more things inside before he ran away to whatever place he was staying.
"Hey," you croaked, eyes flitting back to your laptop. Biting your lip as you read through rejection after rejection, no one wanted you. The gaps in your resume were too long, your diploma meant nothing since you had zero experience.
Kylo's shoes scuffed the floor, sniffing loudly before he looked at you.
"I was going to grab some more things," he glanced towards the staircase, "All my stuff is at the dry cleaners right now, I've worn these pants two days in a row."
"That sucks."
He hummed, "Okay," backing away from you slowly. You watched him walk towards the stairs, back tense and straight. His hands were tucked into his pockets, something he did when he was nervous or uncomfortable.
You used to make him comfortable.
Now you just agitated him, even though it wasn't your fault you two were in this mess.
You stayed quiet as he rummaged around upstairs. Doors opening and closing, drawers slamming shut, you briefly heard swearing but you couldn't make it out. You hadn't thrown his stuff away, keeping everything organized. Right down to the hair products that he had left.
Color-coded and alphabetical by the sink.
His footsteps echoed to a stop, maybe he was considering kicking you out...
"Have you seen my black sweater?"
You stilled, his black sweater... "Nope."
A huff in annoyance, "The one that has the hole in the front, from when it got caught while we were in Niagra? It's not in the closet."
That's because I hid it, you thought. You'd been sleeping in it for the past week, it smelled like him and enveloped you like his arms used to. No way you were giving it back, call it a sacrifice of your relationship.
You listened to his slow descent to the kitchen, duffle now stuffed with clothes. He eyed you suspiciously, rolling his tongue along the inside of his cheek. Coming dangerously close to your seat, he angled himself behind you. A little to the left, but enough for him to spy on your computer screen.
"You're applying for jobs?"
You slapped your laptop shut, he didn't need to snoop.
"None of your business, Kylo."
He shrugged, looking up at the ceiling as he replied, "Might be good for you, to get out of the house."
"Mhm."
"You'll want to apply to multiple places," he stepped around you, opening the fridge for a brief glance inside. Spying one of his protein shakes that you hadn't thrown out, wasn't expired yet. Kylo cracked it open and took a small sip, "You won't be able to afford this place with entry-level salaries."
"Yes," you snapped at him, "I know that."
"Just trying to help, (Y/N)."
You climbed off your stool, moving away from him to curl on the couch. Already on the verge of tears, "You aren't helping, you're just being rude."
"Well, it's rude of you to steal my shit when we aren't together anymore."
That made the waterworks start, muffling your sniffles with your fluffy blanket. You tucked yourself away, desperate to disappear. Maybe when you woke up, everything would be back to normal, or you could wake up seven years earlier to avoid ever meeting him. Save yourself from the heartache that was tearing you apart from seam to seam.
You listened to the echo as he walked towards you. Huffing when he saw your shivering form, "I don't know why you're crying. I haven't been staying here for two weeks, we clearly aren't together."
"Whatever, Kylo," you whispered, voice breaking as you took in a wet breath, "Can you just leave?"
"Sure."
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"I can't afford to stay there mom," you whimpered into the phone, you were stalling in your car. Parked in the garage of the apartment, you had been to an interview. Realizing the pitiful reality of your life, you had already begun to sell your designer clothes. Gucci purses, red bottoms, Tiffany earrings, Cartier bracelets, you name it. Anything that could help you create a bank account was sold off.
"Have you talked to him at all? Kylo wouldn't leave you high and dry, if anything he would pay for you to get an apartment."
"I don't want his help," you hissed.
A pause, "It would be humiliating to ask, I know he's expecting it. After the talk about jobs, he's just been waiting for me to cave and sacrifice my dignity."
"I'm just saying it wouldn't hurt to talk with him, I know you both have been avoiding it after the fight. It could bring you both some closure-or better yet-get you guys back together so I can get some grandbabies."
"Goodbye, mom."
You huffed as you hung up, slamming your head back into your headrest. Maybe you could sell the car, people would pay top dollar for a gold Porsche. But the title was in Kylo's name, birthday present, any money you'd earn would belong to him.
You pulled up your text thread, the last messages sent were from three days ago. He left you on read, you texted him goodnight after a few stale messages about your day and when he could come and move some furniture out. Kylo had gotten an apartment on the upper east side, right by his office. You checked the old Zillow listing, it was huge and ridiculously expensive.
Enough room for him and a new girlfriend, you were certain he was already fucking someone else. With how cruel he was with you, not even trying to make amends. Probably his secretary, she was always a slut. Showing off her tits to him, even when you came to visit. Kylo probably bent her over his desk the day after he left, just because he could.
You swallowed your pride, it was now or never.
Kylo, I think we need to talk.
Send.
Let's see how long it... oh?
What happened, I'm at work right now.
Quick, maybe he got the notification on his laptop.
Could I swing by the office?
Right now?
Yeah.
Typing...
I have a shareholder meeting at 2, make it quick.
You sped towards his work, determined to get there before he changed his mind and banned you from coming. You were shocked he even agreed, maybe he was having a rare good day.
Or forgot that you two were broken up.
After parking, you jogged into the building. No need to say hi to anyone, it was embarrassing enough to be the ex-girlfriend visiting. At least you were dressed up, people wouldn't think you were in the poor house, yet.
You smiled coldly at his secretary, not bothering to tell her what you were here for. Despite her stuttering about him having a meeting at 2, she was totally fucking him. There's no way she wasn't, a man like him can barely go a day without sticking his dick in something.
Whipping open the door, you were met with the uncomfortable silence that blanketed his office. Curtains were drawn, lights on the dimmest setting, the only noises were the door creaking and his fingers typing.
Like he was punishing the words, Kylo was good at breaking keyboards with his aggressive emailing.
You cleared your throat, watching as his eyes briefly flickered towards you before moving back to the screen. Okay, you walked slowly towards his desk. Pulling out a chair as quietly as possible, the leather squeaking when you sat.
Kylo let out a long sigh, leaning away from his screen. "What is it you want to talk about?"
With a harsh swallow, you fiddled with the hem of your skirt. Anything to avoid his penetrating gaze, "I just wanted to talk about, you know."
He blinked, face blank, "Use your words, please. I don't have time to fuck around, I have a business to run."
"I-I-I"
"Spit.it.Out."
"How come you never apologized?"
Silence.
Kylo's jaw clenched and unclenched, leaning back in his chair slowly. Staring directly at you, "This conversation?"
"Yes, I need to know."
"What good is it doing us now?"
"I don't know I just-"
"What are you hoping to gain from this?"
"Kylo-"
He huffed loudly, "I don't have to answer you anymore, we aren't together."
You slammed a fist on his desk, rattling a few pieces he had decorating it. Standing on your wobbling legs, "Listen to me, you can be an asshole all you fucking want but I deserve answers."
Kylo narrowed his eyes, standing slowly before you. His form towering, making you feel even smaller than you already felt. Crawling to his office for closure, and instead, he wanted to argue with you about the necessity of the conversation.
You watched his palms lay flat on the polished wood, crinkling papers he had strewn about.
"If you're here for money, just fucking say it."
"I am not here for-"
Now it was his turn to slam the desk, "Bullshit! You're here to fucking grovel because you don't know how to take care of yourself. Can't even get a second-rate job!"
"You're the one who insisted on taking care of me!"
"So you think it's okay to demand money when we aren't together? Selling off all the shit I bought you to pay the power bills?"
You gaped at him, "I would never."
"Shut up," Kylo spat, leaning further across to be nose to nose, "You forget that I have your email linked to my laptop. I can see every pathetic message about pawning what I worked for. What I provided you, fucking ungrateful."
"How dare you sneak through my email!?"
"It's not sneaking if I have the passwords, darling."
"You can't fucking do that," you pushed away, arms folded while you glanced around the room. All your pictures were gone, more proof that showed he was erasing your existence, "At least I'm not already fucking someone..."
"Excuse me?"
You spoke over your shoulder, "You heard me."
"Are you seriously accusing me of that," Kylo scoffed, "When that's what got us into this mess in the first place?"
You shrugged, "How long have you been fucking her, did you march to her place after I kicked you out?"
"(Y/N)."
"I'm a big girl, I can take it. Just tell me the truth, because there's no way you'd just abandon me if there wasn't someone else."
"(Y/N)."
You spun on your heel, snarling with a finger in his face, "How many women have you replaced me with? Huh? Or is it just your slut of a secretary-"
Kylo flipped his desk, everything crashing to the floor. You screamed as he began to throw items to the walls, tear books off the shelves, kicking his chairs to the ground. Anything he could get his hands on he attempted to tear apart.
"Enough!"
Heavy breaths.
"I'm not fucking anyone else! Are you fucking serious? All I've fucking done is work! Trying to just fucking move on but nooo," he faced you now, cheeks red and puffing. A few tracks of tears streaking towards his jaw, "You-you just have to be right, and have to be the victim of all this when it's both our fucking fault!"
Kylo paced away from you, running his fingers through his hair before crouching down to the floor. Cradling his face in his hands while he took in shaky breaths, "I fucking missed you, so much. It's all I thought about, but every fucking time I came back you ignored me."
"Kylo-"
"No, you fucking iced me out. I could barely speak to you and I wasn't going to do anything over text."
You succumbed to your tears, there was no way to hold them. Choking as you wiped away the floods, "I-I didn't m-mean to, you weren't talking to me Kylo. How was I supposed to r-react?"
Now he was crying, hiccuping in an attempt to steady his breathing and push through it like he always had. But he couldn't stop the tremor in his voice, "You could've told me you loved me or forgave me. Anything would've been better than this."
"Why do I have to be the one to apologize, I'm not the one who forgot our day and manhandled me in the tub! You were drunk, rude, and horrible to me, I deserved an apology."
"I know," he sniffed, "I tried to-the first few times I came back for clothes. But you hid from me."
You nodded slowly, pacing your way towards him. Unsure of how he'd react to you touching him, but you needed to be closer. You shuffled to his side, sliding your back against the gray wall to the floor.
"We've never been good at apologizing."
Kylo sat on the floor, mirroring you against the wall, "At least before, you didn't kick me out. Force me to crash on a couch, you know I don't fit on couches."
You chuckled softly, not wanting to smile at the visual.
"That's why our couch was custom," he laughed too, dull and humorless, "Because I kept sliding off."
"Yup."
Both of you swallowed, throats clicking in unison. Kylo shuffled in a more comfortable position, looking out at the clouded sky that peeked through the shades.
"For what it's worth, I am sorry."
A breath, "I never meant to miss our day, and I thought you were finished with me. I should've just spoken to you instead of drink, but that doesn't mean much now."
You hummed, "Thank you."
"I can write you a check," he sighed, "So you can get another place and still keep whatever's left of your collections."
"You don't-"
"I know I don't."
Kylo wrote you a check for half a million dollars, not looking at you when he ripped it from his checkbook. He mumbled about the bank may be needing to call him to confirm it, just have them call my office number.
Sending you off without another word.
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Your new apartment was cute, small, perfect for you.
Light and airy, none of the fixtures were black or red. Hues of pink, coral, green, and blue danced around the rooms. Your couch was velvet, just because you wanted it to be. With an abundance of pillows and candles on every surface, you could fit them onto.
Your bed was a four-poster with a dreamy white canopy, soft and cloudlike bedding scrunched up from however you left them. No one was running around frantic to make the bed, or straighten the blinds, or draw the curtains, it was just yours.
The check was cashed with little fuss, you tried not to cry about it. You dropped off the old house keys at Kylos office, along with your car keys, there was no need to keep the Porsche. You weren't living that life anymore, you could buy your own car now! And it would be yours, it was too hard to drive the gift everywhere.
Kylo told you to keep the car when he found the keys, but you ignored his messages. He wouldn’t understand why you wouldn’t keep it, but that was his problem.
You sighed into your couch, looking at the TV nestled next to the bay window. Imagining where you could squish more houseplants… you already had an abundance but it wouldn’t hurt.
Your phone began to vibrate on the coffee table, startling you as you scrambled towards it. Oh, it was Kylo, odd.
“Hey?”
“Hey.”
“Uh,” you stood from the floor, scratching your cheek as you walked. “What’s up?”
He cleared his throat, “I saw you got a place, wanted to drop off a housewarming gift.”
Your face scrunched, balancing the phone between your face and shoulder. Popping a potato chip in your mouth, “Why would you do that?”
A sigh, “Can you just buzz me in? I brought wine…”
“Whatever.”
Kylo came in with a tight smile, dressed in some black joggers and a gray t-shirt. He looked like he just rolled out of bed, not his typical look on a weekday. He held up a brown paper bag, Whole Foods on the label.
"You went to Whole Foods?" you raised a concerned brow.
"Nope," he set the bag on your kitchen table, eying the plants and crystals that littered your living room. A few magazines were strewn around on the surface, "I had my secretary do it."
You glared at him, which he noticed before shaking his head rapidly, "New secretary-not the old one. His name is Brady, he's very nice."
Kylo stood with his hands in his pockets, glancing in every direction as you approached the bag. Humming when you began pulling out the goodies he had, as promised there was a bottle of wine. Your favorite, along with a set of glasses.
A clear purple tinge, almost vintage looking. Some of your favorite fruit, he blushed when you held them up to his eyes. Mumbling how you never had enough of them in the past, and it was their season.
Now you were blushing, finding some red velvet cupcakes. Packaged beautifully, and a small vase in the shape of a kitty. You placed it on the table, looking at it over and over. Biting your lip as you waited for something to happen.
"I like your place," Kylo croaked out, "It's very bright."
You chuckled, "You're just used to your eyes straining from all the red and black decor."
He hummed, walking down your hallway. Glancing indoors that were left open until he made it to your bedroom. You heard him groan when he saw the white sheets and canopy, Kylo whistled for you.
Obediently, you pranced towards him, taken aback when he was sprawled on your mattress. Facedown with his face in your pillow, groaning like he was trying to wake up from a good dream.
"I fucking forgot how good you smelled," he moaned out, looking over at you lazily, "What would I have to do to get you to make out with me in here?"
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LOL, this was long, but I'll do a part three if you would enjoy the rest of their reunion.
He knocks in a predetermined pattern; two short, one long, one short, pause, three long, pause, one long, two short, one long. There’s a short buzzing sound and then a series of pops as multiple locks are disengaged. The door opens to reveal Frohike in his flowered apron, a bowl of half-mixed guacamole in hand.
“Mulder, perfect timing! Fajitas will be ready in ten minutes,” Frohike says, ushering him inside.
“Hey, man, long time no see,” calls Langly from behind a computer screen, not bothering to look up.
Mulder slumps heavily onto a worn orange couch and nods in gratitude at Byers, who hands him an open beer.
“Where’ve you been, Mulder?” Byers asks, sitting on the opposite end of the couch.
Mulder shrugs. “Around. Just working. Living the dream, as it were.”
“Bummer, we thought maybe you finally met a girl,” Langly says teasingly.
Mulder puckers his chin and shrugs. Byers looks from him to Langly and back.
“Did you meet a girl?” Byers questions with a serious tone.
Mulder sighs, dropping his head to rest on the back of the couch. “Yes. No. She has a boyfriend.”
“That’s never stopped you before,” Frohike calls from the kitchen.
Mulder shakes his head woefully. “Not with this girl. She’s...she’s something else. She’s smart, and gorgeous, and she’s not the type of girl you can steal away from a boyfriend. She’d probably kick my ass if I tried to kiss her.”
“That’s rough, man,” Langly offers in sympathy, and Byers nods.
“What do you know about the boyfriend?” Byers asks, “should we run background on him, see what we can find?”
“NO. No. I appreciate the offer, but I’m not trying to ruin her life just to get in her pants,” Mulder replies sadly.
“Wow, you must really like her,” says Langly.
“Yeah,” Mulder responds, “yeah, I really do.”
&&
She is disturbed by her coffee date with Mulder. No, not a date, she reminds herself. Just two colleagues getting coffee, talking about work. The fact that she feels drawn to him like a magnet is irrelevant. She has a boyfriend, a great one. He treats her well and has a stable job. He does half the housework and is decently good in bed. She’s happy.
So why can’t she stop thinking about him?
He pops into her mind at the worst times, often in the shower or bath. Or when she’s driving, cooking, teaching, doing an autopsy. Anything, really. The last time she and Ethan made love, she realized she was thinking about Mulder and she was so thrown that she couldn’t finish. She actually had to fake it, and she’s not sure Ethan was fooled.
Ethan is a good man. She loves him. She tries to parse out what about Mulder she finds so alluring; what is he evoking in her that Ethan doesn’t? Sure, he’s better looking than Ethan, but Ethan’s no slouch and looks aren’t that important to her anyway. There’s something edgy and dangerous about him. His cool, unaffected confidence and his wacky theories. He’s interesting and funny, but so are a lot of people. She tries to put Mulder out of her mind.
June twenty-first arrives; she and Ethan’s five-year anniversary. After much deliberation, she bought him a first-edition copy of Catcher in the Rye, which made a sizable dent in her savings. She hopes it stands up well to whatever he’s gotten for her. As they like to do, he’s left the apartment so she can get ready alone, and he’ll come by to “pick her up” as though it were a real date. She shimmies into a snug blue tank dress that cuts at the knee, pairing it with black peep toe pumps. She puts on a little more eyeliner and mascara than usual, her lips painted soft pink. She hears three soft raps at the door and smiles.
“Hello,” she says as she opens it, finding him there in khakis and a black button up shirt, the sleeves cuffed.
He smiles broadly as he looks her up and down. “Hello yourself. You look beautiful.”
“Thank you,” she replies demurely, stepping forward to kiss him softly on the lips, not wanting to smudge her lipstick.
“Shall we?” he asks, extending an elbow, and they head to dinner.
Dinner is delicious and lovely, and afterward they walk alongside the reflecting pool at the National Mall, the setting sun coloring the water deep red. It’s a comfortably warm night, the noisy chirping of cicadas drowning out the late evening traffic.
“It’s such a nice night,” Dana comments, her fingers threaded with Ethan’s on one hand and her heels, which had begun to hurt her feet, in the other.
“It is. It’s perfect,” Ethan replies, then turns to look at her, “just like you.”
She dips her chin and smiles shyly. “I’m far from perfect, Ethan.”
He stops and turns to her. “You’re perfect to me.”
She feels a lump in her throat. Maybe it’s due to being overwhelmed by the love of this wonderful man, or maybe it’s because she’s spent the better part of a week thinking about a different one. He plucks her shoes from her hand and sets them on the ground beside her feet before he clasps both her hands in his.
“I feel so lucky, Dana, every day. Every day with you is the best day of my life,” he says with such sincerity that she feels tears prick at her eyes. He drops one of her hands and stuffs his own in his pocket, looking over her shoulder to the Washington Monument. “The monument always looks so beautiful at sunset,” he comments, and she turns her back to him to look at it, tall and imposing against a scarlet sky.
“Dana,” he calls from behind her, and she turns around to see him down on one knee, his hands extended with a small box perched between them. She gasps, her heart clutching before it begins to race haphazardly.
“I love you so much, and the past five years together has only made me want fifty more. Will you do me the honor of being my wife, Dana? Will you marry me?” His eyes are pooling with tears, his voice quaking with emotion though his intention is clear. She feels as though she might pass out.
“Oh, Ethan,” she finally replies, her mind scrambling for words, or thoughts. She had always imagined an overcoming sense of elation in this moment, and is surprised that what she feels is fear.
His expression is becoming a bit worried; she’s taking too long to respond. Of course she wants to marry Ethan, they’ve talked about getting married. She’s been working towards this for years. Why is she hesitating?
“Dana?” he asks with trepidation, and she snaps herself out of it.
“Yes, of course I will, Ethan. Of course.” The words feel like they’re coming from someone else’s mouth.
He sighs heavily with relief, standing and pulling her into a hug. He plucks the ring from the box; a sizable round-cut solitaire with small diamonds along the band on either side. It’s a beautiful ring, and when he slips it on her finger it fits perfectly.
“I can’t wait to marry you,” he says before kissing her, and she kisses him back, kisses him repeatedly so she won’t have to speak.
This is what she’s always wanted. So why does she feel like running away?
