#-hopes no-one will notice that i fucked up. uh. well. first of all you're wrong and second of all shut up. /lh

[buttercup-barf]

An assortment of doodles!

Some Pavels. (Wouldn't it pluralise like Pavli? Since it's a Russian name...) He's from @/ali-borsch's Vodka Tower "AU", and he's like if a man was also a man and was also a man. Cool guy!

And right under the Cool Aroace Man is my Pepstavo propaganda. I truly am Not Like Other Boys[tm].

OC time! Ian. Ian. Ian. Ian. Ian. Ian. Ian. Ian. Ian. Ian. Ian. Ian. He makes me sick to my stomach.

Contemplating bringing back his curly hair from loooooong ago. (Although not like it matters what hair he's have anyway because his gruesome death and subsequent resurrection as Tin Man: Loser Edition takes his hair away anyway.)

[cvnt4him]

Emergency request bc I’m literally struggling so bad and feeling neglected as shit rn

ofc if you’re up to it pooks ik ur alr stressing over stuff and I don’t want to make it worse :(

Maybe some iida or monoma x reader that try’s hard to do stuff but always gets neglected? Thanks pooks 💕

I hope I got to this in enough time for you, I'm sorry for whatever you're going through n trust you're not making my situation any worse, you're actually helping me get rid of writers block so ty for this n I hope this reaches you well and is what you hoped for🫶🏽🫶🏽

mha boys x reader.

Included; izuku midoriya, kirishima ejirou, bakugou katsuki, tenya iida, monoma neito, denki kaminari.

Not in order.

Genre: angst? comfort/feel-good/fluff.

Izuku midoriya is none other than a saint. He helps everyone around him and he strives to keep his good boy/golden boy title. You admire him for that and you know others do, you also know one day he'll not only be yours but belong to the world. It gets to you but you try so hard to not let it.

When you two started dating no one knew at first, but izuku couldn't just stand by and let people not know that you were his. That he finally had a girlfriend who thought he was worthy of love. You truly felt that he deserved to be loved and he felt so seen with you, more than anyone else had ever made him feel.

Sooner or later after people found out, people began giving you such disgusting looks. Mostly girls you noticed. They would whisper about you when you were alone and look at you with mean and disgusted looks and they would laugh at you while you walked. No matter what you did you always had eyes on you. People laughing at the way you ate or spoke or dressed, it was draining.

You knew why it was happening and you tried so hard not to let it get to you. But none of that could even begin to compare to once your friends found out the two of you were dating.

You walked into the girls locker room to see all of the girls standing in a circle, you had already heard through the door they were having a conversation however you didn't exactly try to make out what they were saying. They all turned to look at you before slowly looking away to continue dressing, the silence had gotten rather too loud for your liking. They were just having a conversation before, why stop now that you were there? It bugged you the wrong way but you didn't want to make a commotion.

"so you and midoriya?"

Mina questions looking you up and down with a pointed look. She was one of your best friends, why was she looking at you like you're being investigated in a murder?

"uh.. yeah! We're dating."

You confirmed turning away to finish undressing. She hummed sucking her teeth and crossing her arms.

"you're dating him.. whilst knowing ochako liked him the whole time?"

She instigates, trying to get you to admit something. What the hell? Why would she say this? It's not your fault ochako didn't confess to izuku in enough time. It's not your fault he agreed to date you. It's not your fault he wanted everyone to know, so why was she trying to grill you like it was?

"look. I don't know what you're trying to get out of me, but--"

"just that you're a backstabbing bitch."

Silence filled the room once more as you scoffed clearly offended. She and the other girls stared at you with such disgusted and disappointed looks. You look around the room to see everyone staring at you with hatred and spite.

"are you fucking kidding me?!"

You ask around looking at all of them, there was no way they all hated you this much because you liked a boy.

"I mean.. you did kind of steal him off from under her.."

"you knew she liked him. Kind of bitchy."

"what about girl code, dude"

All the girls began saying their own opinions ganging up on you and practically eating you alive. They all shared their own fair share of mean words and side eyes before you finished getting dressed and slammed your locker shut making them all quiet down.

"fuck all of you."

You spat out while flipping them all off and leaving the room. You couldn't believe they're trying to decapitate you because ochako didn't have the balls to do what you did. Why does that make you a bad person.

The week started getting harder and harder as everyone, even some of the boys who knew ochako liked deku, started distancing themselves from you, al because of what mina would whisper in their ears, feeding them whatever she could pin in her web. And like the idiot fools they were, they believed her.

You were being neglected by your friends, all because you liked a boy. It began to be too much for you. Putting up this front for everyone who didn't even bother to see it or even your side of the story. You can't be happy with someone who has all these people liking them and making you feel shitty for also liking them. Maybe you'd have to break up with izuku.

When you came to him with this information he was furious. But not even with ochako or mine. With everything. The fact you'd been feeling shitty and didn't tell him and the fact you didn't tell him these people were bothering you. Izuku loves you more than he does himself and he isn't afraid to show that. He also loves his friends but he isn't going to let these people sit here and make you feel like shit because you're together.

He held you close that night, assuring you he wouldn't let this stand any longer. He was going to confront everyone for whatever they said to you and he wouldn't give a single shit about it. You were his and he loves you.

"I'm sorry for the way you've been feeling, love. I'm sorry that people have been treating you shitty and neglecting you because of our relationship. But you don't need any of them as long as you have me."

Tenya iida, one of the most compassionate hard working and caring people anyone has ever been graced to know. He is strong resilient and brave. He cares so much about everyone and it's so admirable. Some people see him as a wack job robot who just yells and screams or dotes too hard but to you he's perfect. An angel sent from the heavens above.

You've been working hard on something for a really long time. You hadn't told anyone about it because when you planned on it you wanted to also tell them the good news that would come with it. However that good news nevwr came. What you were doing wasn't good enough and it effectsd you deeply. Your grades fell, you started getting rather sluggish with your movements and you jardlt had the energy for anhone kr anyrhing.

Not getting the good news for what you've done was draining. It drained you to the point you wanted to break down and cry, yet nothing would come out. When people told you what you worked hard on, for so long, wasn't enough. It broke you, scarred you deeper than you could even begin to imagine. But tenya seen, he seen how you began to act, how you began to look more and more dead, how you'd began neglecting yourself. It was all too much for him to bear or watch you go through alone. He couldn't sit by and watch the love of his life perish.

Tenya held you in your dorm and let you cry on his shoulder for as long as you needed, having tissues on standby and rubbing your head gently. Placing kisses on top of your forehead and shushing you lightly as you both cuddled, he would be patient with you. He would wait until you were ready to talk or open up about what you were going through, but for now he wanted you to know you were loved and that he was proud of you.

"I love you, y/n. So much more than you could possibly fathom. I see you, and I am so incredibly proud of you. You are worthy and deserve someone who would move heaven and earth for you, I hope I am adequate enough for you."

Dating bakugou katsuki was hard. Not because he was an angry fiery shit head, but because he had such a burning passion for what he did. He never stopped striving and fighting to get what he wanted. He knew what he wanted and grasped at it and held onto it tight. It was nothing less than admirable.

The fact he could come back to you and tell you he loves you was admirable. He loved you and that meant so much to you. You loved him just as much and tried so hard to show up and be there for him. Through thick and thin, lows and highs, you wanted to be by his side regardless. He loved you for that reason alone, but he'd give you so many other reasons why he loves you.

He seen how hard you were working, how hard you were trying, how no one dared to even glance at you. He seen a faller bird that had potential and was worthy. Bakugou katsuki seen you. He wanted you and promised you he'd love you.

But for fucks sake, it always angered him to watch you get in such moods. To watch you neglect yourself and struggle with bad things. To put yourself under so much pressure and stress for no reason. When you'd cry your eyes out alone because you were tired.

He wanted to do so many things to you in that moment, but all his body could do was rush to you and hold you. He held you tightly, his fingers digging into the side of your hip. He buried his face in your neck and inhaled your sweet scent that always made him go feral.

You were his and he wouldn't dare let you sit here and feel shitty over whatever it was that was making you feel this way. He pushed and poked at every corner he could to get you to talk. Once you did he told you to shut the fuck up. You wanted to cry even more but you were sure he had reason to it.

And boy did he, he had such caring words laced with such menas things that were all wrapped in the cutest bow. He was emotionally constipated and had a hard time making people feel better. But watching him slightly struggle to find nice words to make you feel better while holding you close in his arms makes you feel so much better. Giggling at how he stammered over his words and how he tried to uphold a gentle voice to match the gentle strokes of his fingers on your side.

"look.. just. sigh. You're great okay. I love you and I'm not gonna just sit here n' let you whine n' shit for nothin'. Don't let whatever stupid shit is bothering you get t'ya. Or I'll beat yer' fuckin' ass."

Being kirishima eijirou's girlfriend was nothing other than a pure utter blessing. To be blessed with such an amazing caring and helpful boyfriend like him was genuinely a gift from the god above. He treated you like a queen who deserved to be worshipped.

It didn't take long for him to notice how hard you were struggling with things. He made sure before you got back to his dorm that it was all cozy and comfortable for you. One of the most romantic gestures he could have ever done for you. The way he had his laptop on his bed with so many plushies and comfortable pillows, and the fluffy cover he has and all the snacks you could ever imagine. He was nothing more than a blessing.

He held you tight and let you watch whatever you wanted, kirishima doesn't care about weight or anything like that, [yes I had to add this bit, bite me.] He loves training and working out with you, sure but he would never force you to do those things. He wants you to be nothing but comfortable with him and your body, so he would never shame you for how much you are or how you are in front of him. He loves you, all of you and he made sure you knew that. He kissed you and told you he loved you so many times. You fell asleep in his arms while he whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

"I love you.. I hope this could make you feel better. I will always be here for you."

Denki kaminari. Where to even begin with him. He was such a funny guy that it was hard to tell when he was joking or being serious about committing arson. He always made sure you knew that he loved you. He always hung by you and stayed by your side. He wouldn't ever tell you but he was a bit insecure. There were some things about himself he wished he could change for you, some things he wished he could do for you. He never intended to bring himself down but sometimes he thought you were this super cool goddess who was worthy of something more than a tiny little pebble like him. He felt like he was gum beneath your shoe.

Denki knew he wasn't good at a lot of things, he knew he could be dumb or even useless at times but when he seen how short you were feeling and how you would start crying because of how stressed you were he couldn't just sit by and let you feel this way.

He let you vent to him like you laid in his arms. He let you out face masks on him and let you do his hair or paint his nails or draw on him and just let your rant to him about all of your worries and woes. He wanted you to feel the way you made him feel so he tried hard to keep his mouth shut and listen. Whenever he'd notice you quieting down because you thought he was getting tired of listening he'd ask you "why'd you stop?" It'd make you feel so happy to have someone like him.

Finally after you were finished he decided to carefully pick and close his words to make himself sound just a bit smarter and more cool for you.

"hey...I'm sorry that you're going through this.. I wish there was something a bit more that I could uhm.. do? I don't want you to feel like I'm a burden but I promise you I'm here for you, if you ever want to vent like this again or just have someone to talk to, or-- or even just sit in silence with someone.. I'm here."

Neito monoma, he's quite the distinguished fellow. He always hated class 1A and he seemed to make his whole personality about just that. Or so you thought. You two getting together was not on your 2024 bingo. But he knew how to make you feel things.

He gave you butterflies by just smiling. His laugh was loud and carefree. He wasn't afraid to boast and brag about anything you did, he even did it in front of you. It was hard to feel insecure with him around. He wanted the world to know you were better than them, especially class 1A.

He would give you flowers or cute bows or just things he felt you'd like. He learned you and your every move well. He'd even practice certain conversations before the two of you have them. He felt you were rather predictable in an exciting way. A way that could never make him unlove you.

You being in a bad mood angered him, he confronted you about it and was so ready to beat someone's ass. With his words. But once you assured him why you were feeling this way his gaze softened. He grabbed you by your shoulders and pulled you into a hug. One that felt like it could last an eternity. One that you hoped would.

He sighed and just held you for a while and took it to his bed which led to a cuddle sesh. He rubbed your shoulder while you buried your face in his chest, he felt the way your breath fanned all over him and it made a shiver go down his spine.

You listen to his heartbeat and breathe in as much of him as you could, you were afraid if you didn't take all of him in right now he might disappear. Every time he kissed your forehead lightly or peppered kisses over your ear snapped you back into reality and helped you realize this was real, that he was real and was with you. That he loved you and would do anything for you.

"I love you darling and I hope you know just how much I do. I'm rather angry that you hadn't told me how you were feeling but I suppose I can let it go for now.. get some rest, my love."

AN: so I decided to make it a to character thing n don't even mind that I basically made a whole story for izukus... We all know how I feel ab him..

Also off topic and not that anyone cares but I'm thinking ab updating my masterlist yk? Js make it more aesthetically pleasing to myself. Also I wrote this all in one go, this took ab maybe two hours?????

[nana-gumi]

I LOVE LOVE LOVE YOUR ANGST SM, WELL WRITTEN ISTG!! as one of my favorite angst writer, i had this idea in my mind for a long time. imagine you found out that you're 12 weeks pregnant and you were too excited to surprise satoru about it but when he came home, he broke the news that he got his ex pregnant. he was cheating and the surprise slipped out of your mind and you got angry at him and led into an argument... YOU CAN CONTINUE IF YOU WANT. I REALLY WANT TO SEE HOW OR WHAT ENDING YOU'LL WRITE. and also, make it a very very angst 😋

anyway, don't be a stranger g.satoru

pairings: gojo satoru x fem! reader

cw: heavy angst, infidelity, pregnancy, illness, mentions of death, cremation, as usual not proofread hehe

a/n: YOU ASKED FOR THIS OKAY?? anyways, happy reading :p

next

it was positive.

the moment you saw two red lines from the pregnancy test you bought, you didn't know what to feel at first, you were in disbelief so you tried it for the second, and third time, but the results did not change at all so you took this as a cue to visit a doctor, and there was no doubt in it, it was revealed that you were 12 weeks pregnant.

how should you tell your husband? satoru was barely home from his work after all. you knew how hard it is to be a new company's head so you understand him.

and so you dialed satoru's number as you nervously bit your bottom lip. he answered at the fifth ring.

"hello?"

"satoru–" you paused, and a small smile made its way on your lips. "can you come home, tonight? are you busy?"

"uh, not really." he sounded unsure but you didn't even noticed it on how excited you were.

"can you come home tonight, please?" you repeated.

"alright." he said as you heard him sigh from the other line "i– wanted to tell you something." he said and satoru's tone was unrecognizable, it was like his voice was slightly shaking.

"okay?" you worriedly said. "see you later, satoru. i love youuu."

"mhm, i love you too."

-

if someone would see you right now, they would, in an instant, notice that you were celebrating something special. you sure were prepared for satoru's return, you even wore nice dress and a cardigan as you await for his arrival.

and here he comes.

satoru enters the door and saw you approaching him.

"welcome home." you said as you leaned your face his chest followed by a kiss on his cheek. it was unusual on how he didn't return your advances as he walked past you.

his gloomy approach was affecting you as you placed a concerning hand on his shoulder, the surprise you prepared for him suddenly slipping out of your mind.

"what's wrong, honey?" you asked as you felt him tense up.

"you know i love you, right?" he said, and you thought you've read those words from a book before. you just hoped that the words he would say next wouldn't hurt you as much as the words on the book did.

you hummed in response as satoru turned to face you.

"i'm really sorry, my love. please forgive me."

"satoru, what's wrong? why are you– i'm scared." you said as satoru face palmed, his own body giving up as he was forced to sit down on the couch as he opened his mouth to speak and..

what was he saying? you sure you've heard it but, it sounds muffled when it entered your ears.

"i'm so sorry." he said as he stood up, embracing you as tight as he could so you wouldn't have a chance to step away from him.

"how long?" you muttered and satoru wasn't familiar with the tone of your voice. he didn't respond and it made your blood boil as you pushed him. "i asked how long!" you yelled.

"4 months."

"4 months?! 4 fucking months and you're just informing me about it right now? is that why you're not always home?!" you were screaming at this point and satoru tried to reach for your hand but you were quick to draw back.

"i already cut off ties with her! please believe me."

"satoru, you got someone pregnant! do you want the child to grow up without a father?" you exclaimed as you released a heavy sigh.

"it was just a mistake, we were drunk." satoru said as he embraced you.

-

"are you sure you'd let me attend the reunion?"

"yup, why? don't you want to?" you said as you fixed his tie.

"my ex is going to be there, though." he said and out of all the reactions he could get from you, he didn't expect you to smile at him as you pinch his nose.

"i trust you, satoru. i already did the moment we exchanged vows."

-

satoru was sure that the trust you had for him was already gone by now.

"take responsibility, satoru." you said as you push him by his chest.

"i love you so so so much, (name). please, i can't live without you."

"satoru, you can't just have me around while raising a child with another woman! what would people say?"

"like i told you, i already cut off ties with her."

"i know how it feels to grow up without a father, satoru." you mumbled as you look down on the ground. "it'll be fine. i'll manage, somehow."

"no–"

"why are you being stubborn!"

"you're being selfish!" he exclaimed as you gasp in surprise. selfish? you? how could he say that.

"you'll thank me someday, satoru." you mumbled.

"(name), please.."

"satoru. understand the situation." you weren't screaming anymore and.. why was he crying?

satoru took your hand on his as he placed it on his cheek and leaned on it, his tears stopping on your fingers and, you couldn't help but tear up as well.

"it'll be fine." you mumbled, voice breaking as you closed your eyes.

"i swear with all of my heart, that i love love love you. i'm sorry, forgive me. i didn't have enough courage to tell you sooner, because i was scared that it'll end up, like how it is now."

"it'll eventually come, you can't hide it from me forever, y'know." the storm was starting to calm as both of you spoke with hushed tones. "now go."

"let's talk about this one more time, please?" he mumbled as you slowly removed his hand on yours.

"then tell me, 'toru. what's there left for us to talk about?" you asked and satoru was, unfortunately quiet. "there's nothing, right?"

"love, please. i'm so sorry."

"what's done is done, satoru. we couldn't possibly go back in time and fix everything, right?"

"please." he whispered, hoping for something that he, himself doesn't even know what.

"i won't hate you for this, satoru. it's just– i hope you told me sooner."

"i'm so sorry. i'm grateful to have you as my wife, i'm sorry if i couldn't treat you like how you deserve it."

he really didn't deserve you. you were so understanding that satoru couldn't even look at you in the eyes.

"i'll say it as many times as i could. i love you. i didn't regret marrying you." he said as he cupped your tear stained cheeks and leaned his forehead on yours. "i don't really deserve you." satoru leaned in, kissing you and kissed back because both of you knew that, it was for the last time.

satoru left your apartment after settling things out. you fell on the couch as you felt something on the pocket of your cardigan.

"fuck." you muttered as you laughed bitterly, clutching the results in your hand, placing it close to your chest. you forgot the surprise and now that satoru have made up his mind, you knew there was no point on telling him anymore. grow up without a father, huh? now you're the one to talk.

a week has passed.

"hey." he acknowledged as he sat beside you inside the court.

"hey." you responded as you fiddle with your fingers. a gesture satoru noticed when you're uncomfortable. were you uncomfortable around him?

"how have you been?"

"i don't know." you said as satoru went silent.

"are you okay? let's stop this divorce if you–?"

"no, i just don't feel well."

"you can still change minds, y'know." satoru mumbled, anxiously tapping his feet on the floor.

should you tell him? it was a chance, the only chance left before you and satoru have to separate ways. but as you recalled it, he mentioned that his supposed to be ex was 4 months pregnant and you were just on you were just on 12 weeks, equivalent to more or less than 2 months. it was her advantage.

"it'll be fine." you said as you sighed.

"you always say that."

-

"so, this is it?" you said as you stand across each other and satoru looked to his side and he was caught off guard when he felt you hold his hand, he took note of your cold hands.

you placed the wedding ring on his palms as you forced to close it.

"no." he said as he placed it back on you after removing his own ring. "i want you to keep it. for us." he said.

"okay." you said, turning around as you placed his ring and yours inside your bag.

"(name)." he called as you looked back. "i'm sorry i broke my promise, to have a happy family with you." he said and you wanted to tear up but you reminded yourself that it's not the right time to as you smiled at him.

"find me in another life then we can have a happy family there." you joked as both of you laughed.

is it normal to be like this with each other as if satoru hadn't just got his ex pregnant? as if both of you just haven't came out of the court after signing the divorce papers?

"i'll come and visit when i can." he said, and you hoped he would keep his words this time.

"okay."

"for the last time. i love you." you do too, but this time, you didn't say it back anymore.

"don't you think sanyu is a good name for our child?" satoru said as you look up at him.

"do you want to have one?"

"i'd love to have a happy family with you."

"is that so? but why sanyu?"

"sanyu means happiness. it means we are happy that we have him." he said as you chuckled in response.

"and how are you so sure that it would be a boy?"

"instincts."

-

his instincts was right. you had a son with him and you named him sanyu.

unfortunately, when sanyu turned a year of age, it was found that he had a very weak heart. there wasn't a day where you and your son doesn't visit a hospital. he was just a kid but they already wanted to take him away from you.

"mama." sanyu called. there were a lot of tubes that was connecting his body and it hurts to see your son suffer like this. you always hoped that it was you suffering instead of sanyu.

"yes?" you responded as you sat on the nearby chair.

"papa? where?" he curiously asked and your heart couldn't hurt more. you were lying to your child all this time, that his father was not around because of his job. you'll have to explain it to him when he grows up though.

you held sanyu's hand on yours as you softly caress it.

"papa's not here. he's very very busy!" you said as sanyu frowned. "don't worry, papa will see you soon, okay?"

"okay. love love mama, papa."

-

you bit your bottom lip as you stared at your contacts. your eyes switching from the phone to the surroundings as you slowly became anxious.

his contact was still in your emergency. you took a deep breath but in the end, you just couldn't dial his number, proceeding to call the person below his contact as you place the speaker close to your ear.

"hello?" you said as you heard a small gasp from the other side of the phone.

"hey, how are you? we haven't seen you since."

"i'm doing fine, thank you for asking, geto."

"what's the matter? why'd you call all of the sudden?"

"satoru." you said as you paused, gathering some courage left in you. "um, how is he?"

"well– he's doing good."

"he is, huh?" you mumbled. "can i ask you a favor, please?"

"of course. is it about satoru?"

"kind of?"

"alright, but satoru's a very busy man now, that's why it's gonna be hard to contact him these days."

oh.

"don't worry, it's not about that. can you– can you come here at the hospital? i'll send you the address and explain it to you later."

-

suguru arrived earlier than you expected it to.

"i'm sorry for calling out of the blue." you said as you approached him on the front desk.

"it's fine." suguru said as he shrugged. "why here at the hospital? are you sick?"

"i'm not. come, follow me." you said and suguru silently obliged as you finally stopped at a certain door. suguru noticed your discomfort as you slowly opened the door.

"mama!"

"hi baby. i brought someone." you said as you approached your son.

"what?" suguru mumbled in disbelief and he was left frozen on the door, his eyes widening. it was like a child version of satoru was infront of him.

"papa?" sanyu asked as he tilted his head to the side.

"i'm sorry, sanyu. i can only bring papa's friend." you said, your heart aching as your son frowned.

"sanyu?" suguru asked as he approached the two of you.

"i'm sanyu!" your son exclaimed and once again, suguru could only sigh in disbelief.

-

"how old is sanyu?" suguru asked when both of you left the room to grab a drink outside.

"he's 4 years old."

"does satoru know?"

"no."

"then tell him." easier said than done.

"you know i can't." you mumbled. "the favor–" you said as you faced suguru. "can you tell sanyu about his father? i just couldn't.." you mumbled as you played the can of the drink with your thumb.

"alright." suguru said and you smiled at him in return.

"thank you so much. it's just.. the doctors said he doesn't have enough time to–" you paused as you wiped your tears with your sleeves. "sorry for asking you this, geto. you are the closest to satoru, that's why."

"i understand, don't worry about it too much."

"i just couldn't tell satoru. i want sanyu to know what he wants to know. i couldn't tell him because i'm scared that i'll tear up once i mention his father to him. they said sanyu's running out of time.. i don't know– i'll just have to accept it nonetheless." suguru looked at you in pity as he embraced you.

"don't think about it, okay? sanyu will live and so satoru will know about it. i'll help you with it, 'kay?"

"okay, thank you.."

-

"you look like your papa."

"really?!" sanyu exclaimed happily as suguru hummed in response. "mama said papa is busy.."

"it's true, that's why i am here to tell you about your papa." sanyu looked at suguru hesitantly as he proceeded to ask a question.

"hmm.. is my papa good?" sanyu asked as suguru looked at you.

"he is. and he loves your mama so much."

"then why is he always busy?"

"sanyu." you called him, indicating to not ask those type of questions as he frowned.

and so sanyu asked a lot of things about his papa like what's his favorite color, favorite food, what he hates the most and many more, and you were thankful that suguru was there to answer it all when you couldn't.

-

"thank you, geto. i somehow feel at ease now."

"why don't you tell satoru about this?" suguru said as you started to zone out. should you? or should you not?

part of you believes that satoru has the right to know but part of you doubts it. satoru have a family now, a family without you. how would people think if they found out the owner of the famous company has a son from another woman?

you were once married to satoru, it was a mistake to let him take responsibility of his ex' pregnancy but, she was already at her 4 months of pregnancy while you're on your 12 weeks, she's clearly at the advantage.

"i'll try." you said as you embraced yourself for warmth.

"he's free around this time every thursdays." suguru said and you only nodded at his words.

satoru was on his way to his office and he thought he caught a glimpse of you and, he wasn't wrong, it was really you.

"(name)?" you were startled at the voice as you placed your phone behind you.

"gojo–"

"i hate it when you call me that. call me satoru." he said, frowning at you as you laughed nervously. "you look tired. what's–"

get straight to the point.

"are you busy?" you asked, cutting him off.

"well.." he placed his palm on his nape as he looked behind your shoulders.

"dad!" a voice called as a kid you haven't saw in your life appeared beside him. "what's taking you so long? mom's waiting."

"i'm sorry (name)."

"no, it's fine." you said, smiling at him and satoru knew better than anyone that your smile was forced.

"who's she, dad?" the kid asked. this must be satoru's child.

"an old friend, sanyu." satoru said as he looked at you and he wonders what made you look surprised. "go ahead first, i'll follow after you." he said as his son started to walk away.

"sanyu, huh?" you said as you looked behind his son's retreating figure.

"yeah. sorry about that." satoru said.

"why?"

"i don't know. but it was supposed to be our son's name."

"that's all in the past now." you didn't mean to sound harsh but something just hurts.

"right."

"i'll take my leave then." you said, every step you take makes your heart ache as an apology for you son slipped out of your mind.

"(name)." he called once again as you stopped in your tracks but you didn't face him.

"you were right when you said i'll thank you someday." he mumbled and you knew very well that he was smiling as you gulped the lump in your throat. "so thank you. i am the happiest father, ever. even if–" he paused and you didn't respond. it was like he was rubbing a salt in your wound as you heard him sigh. "see you then." he said as you felt his hand on your shoulder for a moment before his footsteps disappeared, and then you took your leave after, going back to your son, who was waiting for your arrival.

but, why was this happening to you? of all people?

"hold onto mama's hand, mhm?"

"mama, sorry."

"mama's sorry too, i promised that you'll see papa but–" sanyu shake his head, something like disagreeing to your apologies.

"it's okay, mama." sanyu mumbled, the sound of the monitor beeping slowing down as you hold onto his hand tight. this happened before already, he will get back to normal soon, you were sure.

"mama loves sanyu, papa too. always remember that, okay?"

-

"hey (name)!" suguru called from the distance as he approached you. "what are you doing outside? oh by the way, i was wondering if i can bring shoko too? she would be delighted to see a carbon copy of satoru." suguru chuckled but he noticed that you were quiet, your hand was between your thighs as you stare at the ground.

the door opening caught your attention as the doctor came out after what it seemed like a year as he slowly shake his head left to right.

"i'm sorry ms. (name) but your son didn't make it."

"but you said he'll be fine! i am paying enough why couldn't you–!"

"i'm very sorry. we already did what we can." you were about to start an argument when you felt a hand on your shoulders and the doctor bowed at you before leaving.

and it all came crashing down as your body lost its strength, unintentionally leaning on someone, which was suguru.

"what am i supposed to do now?" you asked, the emotions you've been keeping all this time was starting to go out, all at once. "sanyu's all i have." you didn't even care if people watch as they walk pass by. "what should i do now, satoru?" you mumbled, voice breaking as you call the name of the person that wasn't even around.

-

"my condolences, (name)." suguru had managed to calm you down as he handed you a bottled water and sat beside you.

"i've decided to cremate sanyu. it hurts but it'll be for the best so.. so i could keep him near me." you said.

"i'll support your decision but i think you should tell satoru about it."

"no." you said, your tone was strict but it was quick to dissipate as you clutched the bottle in your hand. "i went to his workplace yesterday."

"what happened?" suguru asked.

"his son's name is sanyu too. i'm guessing you know it?" you asked as his breath hitched silenty.

"yeah." he mumbled.

"well, it was the name he wanted when we were still planning." you mumbled as you smiled at the memory. "geto, i trust you not to tell anyone about this. it's just you and me who know this, okay?"

"i'm sorry but–" suguru paused. "i told shoko about it." you were surprised at first as you sighed at him.

"it's fine. i trust shoko too."

"yeah, sorry about that but– i was really hoping that you tell satoru about it because–"

"there's no need. thank you for telling my child everything he wanted to know, geto. i owe you."

"listen–"

"geto, as much as i am thankful for you, please understand that i don't want to hear things regarding satoru anymore." you said as suguru nods in response, feeling bad for pushing you when your still mourning for your lost and now that you had lost your only strength to continue living, what should you do now?

[finsplurtz]

hello! may I request a subbot afab hawks x domtop amab reader?

idk what trope to pick bc I have so many ideas, but if you're comfortable with it, could it be a sugarbaby x sugardaddy reader AU? maybe with some praise and breeding?

feel free to ignore lol (love your fics btw <3)

— GUYS NEWSFLASH first time writing ftm character hahaha erm i hope i didn’t fuck this up😢😢🙏🙏 (i lvoe dis requets)

something more — keigo.takami

— dom ! male.reader x ftm ! sub ! Keigo Takami

— contents : afab ! Hawks , use of pussy cunt clit and stuff…. Sugardaddy reader , tooo much yap , hawks falls in love with u… er praising , a bit of breeding kink , u might get him pregnant actually…, :( ending..

warnings : love NOT reciprocated sowwy

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Hawks waved flirtatiously at a guy walking by to try and get his attention, he scoffed after the guy payed no mind to him. He got a cigarette out and patted himself to try and find his lighter..where could it have gone…

he felt a tap on his shoulder and he turned to see .. you. Took him a bit but he apologized and took the lighter from your hands.

“thank you..! uh where was it..?” he nervously, struggling to light his cigarette up.

“you left it behind at the bar.” you took the lighter and lit it for the blonde.

“ah..thank you..” he smiled looking away.

“Ya know, you’re a pretty thing. I noticed you at the bar and was going to talk to you but I looked away for a second and the next, you were gone haha” you chuckled dipping your hands into your pockets.

“uh yeah sorry I was…I just needed to take in some fresh air” he seemed a bit more calmer than he was a second ago- he couldn’t get anyone else to pay his drink. that’s why he left the bar.

“mhh. well. I was wondering if maybe I could spend a night with you?” Hawks perked up and looked at you. You were….tall and handsome..you had a nice face…….

“sorry I don’t go around and—“

You held out 200$ to him, waiting for him to take it. “how ‘bout it?” you look at him and smirk.

one night..couldn’t be bad plus, 200 dollars??

“alright then, mister.” He takes the money and smiles at you.

well that’s how you met keigo. after one night you proposed the idea of being his sugar daddy and since the sex wasn’t bad at all, and you paid good money, there was no harm!

overtime you guys became very fond of each other, you weren’t just some cash pig to him, you were special. but to you…..he was sure he was just a fuck toy for you.

you weren’t that old, you had great looks so- why haven’t you gotten a wife? or husband?? a great business guy like you would’ve had someone special by his side by now.

“hey yn…would you ever want to start a family at some point?” Hawks asked. He was sat on your large couch in small shorts and a loose top.

you looked at him and flashed him a smile. “someday, but not now” you were working on your laptop, you kept typing away.

“hmm…” he stood up and walked over to where you were and sat next to you, cuddling your arm.

“what’s wrong, baby?” he hid his smile at the pet name. he shook his head and you chuckled.

the way you treated him was as if he were your special person, you always took care of him. his place wasn’t so safe and it quite frankly- disgusted you… so you insisted he moved in with you. you always paid for him, got him what he wanted, in return he’d let you use him in bed for however long you wanted to.

not only that, but aftercare was amazing. you treated him like if he were made of glass, gentle with him when you bathed him, gentle kisses every now and then. he fought the urge everyday to tell you he loved you because he knew this wasn’t that kind of relationship.

but he started to fall for you. badly. at one point he didn’t really want your money anymore, he just wanted to be there for you and for you to be there for him.

it was about to be a year since you guys started this…thing you guys had going on and he decided to be straight up with his feelings, just tell you. That anniversary or whatever, you took him out to eat like any other day and got him a couple gifts, he was extremely happy and confident things would go well. He was hoping that maybe you guys could be something more than.. this. I mean you already act like a couple! There’s no way he could be wrong..

you guys got back home drunk as hell, laughing and shoving each other around. There was absolutely no fucking way you didn’t like this guy….then again you could just be the devil in disguise

your hands roamed his smaller body while you kissed and fought for dominance. He was losing himself in the pleasure, he had to tell you he just had to..

“uh- yn wait I…need to..” you kissed his neck and sucked on it, he moaned under you and grabbed at your hair. he pulled you off and you looked at him confused.

“I just need to…t..tell…” his words started to get stuck in his throat, nothing was coming out why couldn’t he just spill it out.

“you’re so cute Kei, baby…” you sat up and removed his pants as he squirmed, propped his legs on your shoulder and kissed the inside of his thighs.

“ahh..yn p..please let mhh..~” his back arched at the feeling of your mouth on his cunt. Maybe it was the alcohol in his system that made this all the more enjoyable, but he figured he’d tell you after you guys were done.

he pushed his hair back and gasped when you slid your fingers into his loose hole, all while lapping at his clit. He was crumbling underneath you, his hands pulling harshly on your hair as he squirmed and moaned at the pleasure.

“F-fuck! I’ll c..com..~” he bit his bottom lip, his lower half twitched as he came intensely, His hands letting go of your hair.

You sat up and prodded your cock at his entrance, teasing it over his sensitive clit making him flinch.

“w…wait…no condo-..mm…?” He looked so out of it and cute covering his cunt with his hand.

“what…don’t want my babies…?” you coo gently taking his hand off and leaning down into his ear.

“we’d make the cutest babies..” you harshly grab his hips and slam into him earning a scream from the younger male. He shouldn’t have found that as hot as he did, he’s holding onto you and biting your shoulder as you violate his stupid cunt.

He’s asking you to slow down as best as he can but you ignore him and continue to chase your orgasm. You almost completely stop when he whispers into your ear, an ‘I love you’.

It sounded desperate and whiny, you sit back up, not looking at his face. You look down at your dick, engulfed in the blondes pussy, you push his legs closer to his face and grab his hands, placing them on the back of his knees.

He hold them tightly, so many thoughts running through his little head.

Did you ignore him just now?

Your big hands spread his cunt and you slowly push all the way in, a stretched out whimper leaving Kei.

“Soo pretty, hon….aren’t you such a good boy for me..” you smirk to yourself, your thumb rubbing his clit gently. You grab his legs and move them aside to finally look at his face again.

His face was red and sweaty, tears running down his sad face, droll peaking out of his mouth.

“You’d do anything I asked…wouldn’t you, dear..?” You caressed his face, wiping his dumb tears away. He just stared into your lustful eyes before slowly nodding and smiling.

“Thats right, baby. Your pretty self belongs to me.” You tilt his head and begin to mark his neck as you continued to fuck into his twitching pussy.

He’s losing himself, those dumb thoughts about you not loving him still lurked in his mind. Of course you love him! You love him so much that you want to start a family with him, take care of whatever he needs for the rest of his life. He loves you more.

He’s all smiles and giggles that he doesn’t realize that he agreed to letting you finish inside him, till he feels your hot semen shoot inside of him.

His smile slowly falls, his heartbeat speeding up.

“…y…yn…?” You sit up and pull out, grinning at how your cum spills out of keigo’s cute pussy.

“what? take some pills, dear. You’ll be fine.” You kiss his forehead ignoring the tears that fell from him as he touches his tummy.

“what was it that you wanted to tell me? I’ve got something I wanna say to” you smile and lay down next to his smaller figure, he’s staring at the ceiling, you keep looking at his side profile waiting for him to answer.

“I….don’t have anything to say…” he says tiredly. He finally looks at you waiting for what you were gonna say.

“Hm..i met someone who could join us next time. He’s real cute I think you guys could really get along! Don’t worry though, kei. You’re still my favorite baby…” you smile, exhausted, you kiss the blonde one more time before pulling him into a hug.

“….what…?”

a/n; you guys rlly like hawks y’all are FREAKS (i love him more)

[patscorner]

Kk or Emily defending her girlfriend from toxic fans?

Maybe on live or in person

on it!

I'M ALL YOURS

Summary: After an amazing game, you, your girlfriend, and the team go out to celebrate. But, it doesn’t go as you wished.

wc: 1,479

contains: slight angst, fluff

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“Careful, ma, that’s shot number 3.” Emily informs you, her hand squeezing your thigh. You roll your eyes, before putting your hand on top of hers.

“Relax, baby, we’re celebrating! You should have another.” you smile.

The Mystics had just beat New York Liberty in a double overtime, so obviously, the team went out to celebrate their win. The game was close, the Mystics only winning by a half court buzzer beater from Brittney Sykes.

So after all the press and interviews, the team made their way to a nearby bar. “I would, but one of us has to be sober.” She laughs, sipping her drink. You shake your head and sip your drink as well. After having a conversation with your girlfriend for a while, you decide that you want to dance, so you drag Emily off of her stool and onto the dance floor.

It’s not super crowded, but there were enough people to where you were always shoulder-to-shoulder with someone. You and Emily dance to the music, her hands on your waist as you let the alcohol take over. Eventually, you get tired, and Emily guides your unsteady body back over to the bar, asking the bartender to give you some water.

As you chug the water, a girl comes up to Emily.

“Hi! Are you Emily Engstler?” she asks excitedly. Emily smiles at her, and nods.

“Oh my god. Okay, can I please get a picture, I literally love you so much.” You’re no stranger to people asking for a picture with Emily, because well, she is a basketball star. So, at first this interaction is normal, and you see no reason to intervene. Until the girl offers to buy Emily a drink.

“I mean, if you want to, of course.” The girl says when she notices Emily’s hesitance. You’re listening now, awaiting Emily’s response.

“Uh, no, thank you. I’ve got a girlfriend.” Emily said, motioning to you with her head. The girl looked around Emily and you waved. She frowned, looking back at Emily.

“Her?” she asked with her eyebrows raised. Emily furrows her eyebrows, looking back at you, and you’ve glaring at the girl with a stare that could kill her.

“Yes, me. Is there a fucking problem?” you ask, standing up off of your stool, causing Emily to look at you worriedly.

The girl scoffs, looking at you up and down, seemingly amused by your size. You're on the shorter side, and not the buffest person on earth, but you had a mouth and a temper. “No, babe, I just thought Emily here would have better taste, but-” She looks at you up and down again. “I guess I was wrong.”

Emily stands up now, before you can react. She knew you could hold your ground but she did not want to wait until you had to. She’d rather shut it down now, and avoid the press and interviews.

“I think it’s best if you walk away. “ She spoke at the girl, her voice flat, lacking any sympathy. She hated having to be mean to fans except for when they openly disrespect her girl. The girl scoffs, and makes one big mistake.

“Ugh, I should’ve known. All you basketball players are fucking assholes. You guys aren’t even that good of a team. I hope you tear your ACL or some shit.” she then turns to you. “And you. I want you to know that pretty doesn’t know your fucking name. Your main concern should be someone trying to steal the beautiful, but unfortunate bitch you call your girlfriend. Maybe instead of being jealous when someone offers to buy your girl a drink, be flattered, and maybe attempt to live through her, because you sure as hell won’t have to worry about it.”

And with that she turned around and stormed out of the party. Emily starts after her, but you grab her arm, and she looks down at you. “Don’t. Don’t worry about it.”

“But, baby, she-”

“I know.” you say, sadness lingering in your voice. Maybe it was the alcohol, but for some reason, that girl’s rant got to you more than it should’ve. While you know most of it was jealousy and embarrassment on her end, you couldn’t help but doubt yourself. Was she right? Were you not good enough for Emily, like she implied?

“Just-let it go.” you smile, but it doesn’t reach your eyes, and Emily noticed. You felt your skin grow hot, and an ache behind your eyes. You clear your throat. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom. Be right back.”

“Ma-” Emily starts to follow you, but you stop her.

“I just need a minute, Emily. I’ll be right back.” She stops in her tracks and opens her mouth to speak. “Okay. I love you.” she whispers quietly, but loud enough for you to hear over the music. “I love you too.”

You turn around and head to the bathroom. It quickly became your place of solitude as you broke in tears. You don’t know why you were crying, possibly the initial shock of it all wearing off. Or maybe because deep down, you had your own insecurities about yourself, and how you were seen by the public. It shouldn’t matter or affect you, but it does.

Emily had made sure she kept you off of social media, or at least that side of it, knowing how toxic it could be. But that doesn’t matter if the fans came up to you in real life, like tonight.

You hear someone knock on the door, and decide it was time to fix yourself up. “Be out soon!” you call out. After you wipe away your runny mascara, you fix your hair, (that was messed up from you running your hand through it), you open the door.

On the other side is Shakira and Didi, who noticed your botched makeup and disheveled hair. “Hi- oh, shit, are you okay?” You nod unconvincingly, before pushing past them. The girls share an unconvinced look, and turn around to watch you leave the bar.

You don’t know how long you’ve been outside, but you do know you’ve been through 4 cigarettes. You’ve been sitting in silence for a while, letting your thoughts consume you. You don’t even notice when Emily comes and sits down next to you. You only make notice of her when she takes the cigarette from your mouth.

You don’t look at her, but you hear her shoe stomp it out on the cement. She scoots closer to you but doesn’t touch you. She knows how fragile you are, and how you hate crying in public, so she opted out of being the bend that breaks the camera’s back.

“You know she’s wrong, right.” she finally speaks, softly.

You don’t acknowledge her, just continue staring at the passing cars. You hear her, but you don’t have the energy to speak.

“Right?” she whispers. The softness of her voice isn’t something that’s uncommon for you, but to everyone else, it’d seem unusual. But Emily was comfortable enough around you to let her guard down. She was a big softie.

You let your head hang as you feel the tears start to fall from your eyes. Emily gives in and reaches for your hand.

“No one means more to me than you do. You are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid eyes on.” Emily sighs as you remain silent. “Look at me.”

When you don’t answer, she gently grabs your chin and forces your eyes on hers. You sniffle and close your eyes as tears fall down your face.

“Oh, baby.” she whispers, cupping your face and using her thumbs to wipe your tears. Finally, you let a broken sob escape your throat.

Emily pulls you into a hug, shushing you as you break down in her arms. “Shh, ma, I know. I know. It’s okay.” she rubs her hands up and down your back. “You can’t let ‘em get to you, baby. There’s always gonna be someone that has some shit to say.”

She pulls away, and wipes your cheeks once again. “And as for me, I’m not going anywhere. I’m all yours, and you’re mine. Nothing anyone says is gonna change that. Understand?”

You nod and she pulls you into a soft loving kiss. “Can we go home, please?” you whisper as you pull away. Emily smiles sadly and nods.

After that night, Emily posted on her story, calling out the girl who approached her that night (who you later find out has done the same thing with a lot of other teams).

Even though you have your doubts about yourself, there’s no doubt in your mind that Emily loves you. No matter what anyone else says, she’d love you regardless. No amount of stuck up bitches would change that.

She was yours, and you were hers.

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taglist: @bueckerslover @wintersstan @lilia22hicks @fake-intelligences @breeloveschris

[anothertimdrakestan]

Jealous Jason Todd Headcanon

~loooong requested hope you enjoy some brotherly competition~

- jason had no idea he wanted you until dick called "dibs" the first night he met jason's mysterious "friend" and newest bat-recruit

- at first, jason didn't care. like at all. but that never stopped him from being an asshole

- "my brother y/n really? what's there to like? i didn't see you as a musical theatre and dad-joke enjoyer" he'd scoff anytime dick tried to make a move

- that didn't stop richard fucking grayson.

- "hey! y/n! fancy seeing you here!" .. "it's the batcave dick i work here" .. "oh, well are you working all night? maybe we can grab some big belly burger after?" .. "we have patrol together you dork"

- honestly, it was endearing being adored, worshipped even. from handwritten poems, to a little mini batarang necklace, and all the weapons your heart could desire

- and for all his dork-tendencies, dick knew a thing or too about hand placement...

- "put me down richard" .. "you literally fell into my arms" .. "i would've landed on my feet" .. "sure princess, but aren't my arms a little better?" he'd tease, sweeping you bridal style out the back door of the gala you two had just rescued

- it was somewhere in between the gift giving, rooftop dates, and stolen glances that jason realized he might want -slightly, just a tiny bit- more.

- okay; he wanted you all to himself.

- but he's always been shit at explaining it

- where dick was obvious and flirtatious, jason started subtle: always inching closer to you, keeping a longing gaze set on your every move-even if it meant tripping himself up in battles- you noticed he would sooner get shot than let you catch a scrape

- and just like dick's coddling, it got annoying

- "jace i've been on the team for months, i think i can watch out for myself" .. "i know, i protect the people i care about" his response was almost a whisper, and before you could pry further, he disappeared, replaced with a familiar cheesy grin "hi y/n! wanna catch a movie tonight?" .. "uh, one sec dick! i need to check on jace"

- but jason was never anywhere to be found. every time he let you in, he disappeared just as quick.

- when you started toying with new weaponry jason was there, you still got butterflies remembering the way he pressed himself against you while fixing your form, his calloused fingertips lighting fires as he subtly adjusted your grip on your gun

- "jay is this right?" .. "mhm your grip is perfect, but the recoil will get you, slide your leg backwards to brace for the impact of firing" .. the minute his hand touched your thigh a shiver ran across your body, against your shaking will .. "oh, sorry i didn't mean to-" .. you cut him off "no it's good, you're good" but before you could turn around to unpack the cloud of tension in the room, jason cleared his throat and gruffly said "fire" ruining any chance of an emotional conversation. three perfect shots to the targets, and with a satisfying nod he was gone once again

- so when dick asked you out on a real date, to a restaurant whose menu alone gave you anxiety at the thought of ordering, you realized you had to give jason the ultimatum

- but for once in his (second) life, jason was way ahead of you.

- "you said yes to dick?" jason was sitting at your desk when you entered your own room, overly dramatic but it was jason todd after all.

- "do i have a reason to say no?"

- "you hate fancy restaurants. you need like a week to plan what you'll order otherwise you'll just be stressed the whole time"

- you rolled your eyes, but jason wasn't finished: "and you hate movies, sitting in one place watching a film you probably haven't heard of, pretending to enjoy the nuance"

- he wasn't wrong. "whatever jace, that doesn't-" .. "i can tell you what's gonna happen. he'll order a wine too sweet for your taste, and talk to the waiter enough to make you want to crawl under the table. then after a perfectly lovely dinner he'll take you to a rooftop to 'show you the sights' and you'll have your first kiss. but you hate the city skyline, it reminds you you're far from home. you like the sound of the ocean and the rusting of the forest. you like something real."

- your heart was in your throat. but you needed something more: "say it jason. don't tell me the future with dick. fucking say it."

- jason stood up, closing the distance between you, eyes now desperate and wild: "say what? that i've loved you since the minute i lost you? that i feel like ive known you forever? that i don't need to learn to love you like he does, i was built for it? that i feel like i was made for you? how do i put it in a few useless words"

- "you just did jay." you whispered, letting him lock his lips in yours with a smile.

- "please go break richard's fucking heart and come home to me." he grumbled, to which you agreed, letting dick down softly and promising to set him up with one of your friends in return for his kindness- a deal which he wouldn't let you forget

- years later, it was more of a household joke, dick claiming he was the catalyst to your and jason's lovestory. to which jason wholly despised, but you never minded giving dick a little credit

[joelmillerisapunk]

Girl Next Door

Neighbor!Joel Miller x F!Reader

Masterlist

Wordcount: 3,646

Summary: Joel finds himself overwhelmed by the desire to possess something that belongs to you, leading him to indulge in a secret fantasy.

~Or~

What Odette dreams about

Warnings: 18+, mentions of Tommy being in jail, underwear/ underwear sniffing kink? Unprotected bathroom bar sex, hair pulling, no physical description of reader minus hair being pullable, oral - m!receiving

Notes: NERVOUS AS ALL HECK TO POST THIS AS MY FIRST FIC IN A MINUTE. didn't know I had this kink until I had a similar dream, so don't look at me, but also, if anyone else likes this, please let's talk so I don't feel weird 😂 thanks as always @saradika-graphics for the divider

Joel is restless as he mindlessly tosses his clothes into the washing machine in the shared laundry room of his apartment complex. He can't stop thinking about the woman he saw moving in across the hall. There's just something about her that captivated him, and he can't shake her from his mind.

As he goes to add the detergent to the machine, he notices a basket of laundry sitting next to his. His eyes scan over the pile of clothes until they land on a pair of lacy panties. A thrill run through him as he realises that they were hers - yours.

The ones he saw when he was watching you move boxes, the ones he watched appear when you bent over and your shirt exposed the small of your back.

And before he can talk himself out of it, he quickly grabs the panties, stuffing them into his pocket. He turns around just in time to see you walking into the laundry room.

"Oh, hey there," you say with a friendly smile. "I didn't realize anyone else was using the machines right now."

Joel feels his face flush with embarrassment as he stutters out a response. "Uh, yeah, was just finishin' up."

You chuckle softly. "Well, don't let me interrupt you. I just need to switch my load over to the dryer."

As you bend down to transfer your clothes, Joel can't help but steal a glance at your body. He feels a stirring in his pants, and he quickly looks away, hoping you don't notice.

When you straighten up, you catch him looking and raise an eyebrow. "Everything okay?"

Joel feels his face grow even hotter. "Uh, yeah, sorry. I just got a little distracted."

You smile knowingly. "Well, I hope it was a good distraction.”

You make small talk as you wait for your laundry to finish, and Joel finds himself even more drawn to you.

As you’re about to leave, you turn to him. "Hey, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, what is it darlin?"

"Well, I seem to have misplaced a pair of my favorite underwear. I was wondering if you might have seen them around here?"

Joel's mind races as he tries to think of a response. He can't very well admit that he had taken them, could he?

"Uh, no, I haven't seen them," he stammers, hoping you don't notice the lie.

You look disappointed. "Oh, well, thanks anyway. I guess I'll just have to buy a new pair." And with that, you're gone. Shortly after, he gathers his things and leaves.

As soon as he’s outside the room, Joel lets out a sigh of relief. The adrenaline rush from stealing your underwear sends shivers down his spine. He can’t believe how easy that was. This is definitely the highest he's ever felt.

But as he walks away, a wave of guilt washes over him. What kind of sick fuck gets off on stealing women's underwear? He knows how wrong it is, but damn if it doesn't turn him on like nothing else ever could.

He walks aimlessly for a while, trying to distract himself from the thoughts in his head. But every time he thinks about those lacy panties clinging to his thigh, he feels his cock throb.

He needs to do something with them. He needs to feel them against his skin, to smell them, to touch them. But what? Should he hide them away in a drawer? Or should he just keep them nearby for whenever the urge struck?

Joel hesitates for a moment before finally making up his mind.

As he walks back into his apartment, he can’t help but imagine what it would be like to feel those panties on his body. The idea of feeling your softness against his skin makes his cock throb even harder.

Joel decides to try and sleep it off. Maybe by morning, the urge would pass, and he would be able to put this whole thing behind him.

He walks toward his bedroom and strips off his clothes before he climbs into bed. But try as he might, sleep eludes him. The urge to grab those panties and explore them with his tongue is too strong to ignore. He continues to shift restlessly in bed until finally giving in to temptation. He reaches down grabbing the soft fabric from his jeans wrapping one hand around his hard cock and using the other hand to bring the fabric up to his nose and inhales deeply.

Joel's hand moves up and down his shaft, stroking with a rhythm that he knows will bring him to climax in no time. He focuses on the sensation of his own hand, the softness of you on the lace, letting out a low moan as he feels himself getting closer to the edge.

But then, just as he's about to come, Joel hesitates. What if you found out? The thought makes him pause, making him wonder if it’s worth the risk. He decides to take a break for now. Throwing the panties to the floor, he lays there for a few moments, trying to catch his breath. But then he can't resist. The urge takes over slowly and then, all at once, crashing over him like a tidal wave about to suffocate him. Joel picks up the panties one more time and brings them close to his face, inhaling deeply.

"Fuck," he mutters under his breath as he licks them slowly, savoring their scent. He runs his tongue over every inch of fabric before finally taking them into his mouth, sucking on them hungrily. "You taste so sweet baby."

He stops to hold the panties in front of his face, admiring their form, admiring the cut and color. He imagines how it would taste if he were to lick your pretty lips and your pretty little clit, imagining how it would taste when he slips his fingers inside you as you’re making a mess all over his face. It almost makes him come right then.

He moans softly as he imagines all the things he would be doing to you once he gets you alone. How you would feel wrapped around his cock, moaning as he pushes into you. His eyes light up as he envisions how you would feel, naked against him, begging and whimpering as he fucks you. He knows the perfect way to drive you insane; torturing you for pleasure before finally plunging into you, making you scream his name, begging daddy for his big cock. He pictures you writhing and crying underneath him as his seed spills all over your soft skin, filling the air with the musky scent of sex.

His fantasy is interrupted, however, as his phone rings, shattering the illusion of the forbidden paradise his imagination created. Joel groans in frustration, reluctantly answering it.

"Ya?" He demands, his voice rough with need and lust, not bothering to ask who it is.

"Hey, big brother. It's me." it was Tommy, and Joel could only guess what this was about. Tommy had seen himself in jail, his fair share these past few years, and Joel was tired of bailing him out.

"Tommy, I swear to god -" Joel starts, ready cuss out his brother and give him the old "I'm gonna kick your ass..." spiel, but Tommy cuts him off.

"I know what you're gonna say. You're gonna kick my ass. But it wasn't my fault this time. The guy had it comin. He was gonna hurt her. I was just tryin' to help. You gotta respect that, Mr. Southern gentleman himself." Tommy says, sounding sincere enough for Joel to believe him. He relaxes slightly. Tommy never did anything particularly bad, but he always manages to get himself in trouble somehow. Even as kids, he was always bailing Tommy out.

Joel rolls his eyes. “That's what you said the last time. I'm gonna kick your damn ass Tommy. I should leave ya in there."

"Alright, alright, look man-"

"What? Make it good, or I'm goin’ back to bed." Joel says impatiently.

"You bail me out this one last time, and I'll buy you the next round'a beer." Tommy bargains.

Joel can't help but laugh at his brother's proposal. "You're really tryin’ to bribe me with beer, huh? Fine, I'll bail you out one last time. But you better not fuck this up, Tommy, you ain’t gettin' another chance." Joel warns.

"Thanks, Joel. I won't let you down this time, I promise - promise on our mamma," Tommy replies, sounding genuinely grateful.

Joel sighs and hangs up the phone, shaking his head. He can't believe he was letting his brother talk him into this again.

But as he gets dressed and heads out to bail his brother out of jail, Joel can’t shake off the feeling of excitement that still lingers from his earlier encounter. The memory of those lacy panties, the scent of you on his fingers, the taste of you on his tongue - all of it is still fresh in his mind.

As he drives, Joel's mind starts to wander. He can't stop thinking about you, about the way you probably look in those silky panties, the way you feel and taste. He feels himself getting hard again just thinking about it. There’s something about you that draws him in, something that makes him want to possess you, to make you his own.

With one hand on the wheel, his free hand pulls out the underwear from his pocket, his hand shaking with desire as he holds the lacy panties up.

He lets out a low moan, his cock already rock hard in his pants and without thinking, he begins to rub himself through the fabric, imagining it’s your hand on him instead.

The sensation is overwhelming, and Joel can feel himself on the brink of climax almost immediately. He tries to hold back to savor the moment, but it’s no use. Within seconds, he’s coming hard, staining his jeans with his own release.

Panicked, he starts feeling around his truck for something to cover up the stain on his pants. He rummages through the glove compartment and the back seat before finally finding an old sweater that Tommy had left behind on a previous visit.

Joel quickly places the sweater over his bulge, hoping it would be enough to hide the stain.

When he arrives, he parks in the loading zone and jumps out of the truck, still trying to act casual while tying the sweater around his waist. But as he approaches the entrance, he can feel the eyes of the other visitors coming in on him, no doubt noticing the bulge in his pants and the sweater tied around his waist.

As he walks into the jail, his face flushes with embarrassment, and his mind still preoccupies with thoughts of you. He makes his way to the visitor's area, scanning the crowd for Tommy.

When he finally spots his brother sitting at a visitors table, looking bored and impatient, Joel approaches him, trying to act as casual as possible.

"Hey, Tommy," Joel says, as he sits across from him.

Tommy looks up and does a double-take when he sees the sweater tied around Joel's waist. "What the hell happened to you?" Tommy asks, with a smirk on his face.

Joel feels his face grow even hotter with embarrassment. "Nothin’, just spilled some coffee on my pants.”

Tommy raises an eyebrow, clearly not convinced.

Joel shifts uncomfortably in his seat, trying to discreetly adjust the sweater tied around his waist. He can feel Tommy's eyes on him, still skeptical about the "coffee" stain.

"Sure thing, big brother. Whatever you say," Tommy says, chuckling to himself.

—

Joel and Tommy walk out of the jail, the weight of the situation heavy between them but still Joel can't help but feel a sense of relief wash over him as they step out into the cool night air. He had done his duty as an older brother once again, bailing Tommy out of a sticky situation.

As they make their way to Joel's truck, he can’t shake off the thoughts of you that have been consuming him all day. He wants you, needs you, in a way that he has never felt before.

Tommy notices Joel's distracted state and ribbs him about it. "Hey man, you got a girl on the brain or somethin’? You've been acting weird since you got here."

Joel hesitates for a moment, as much of a dumbass his kid brother is, he’s really all he’s got, "Uh - yeah, there’s this girl... Can't stop thinkin’ about her."

Tommy chuckles. "Well, maybe you should ask her out or somethin’. What's the worst that could happen?"

Joel shakes his head. "It's not that simple. I... I don't even know her name."

Tommy raises an eyebrow. "Well, where’d you meet her?"

Joel hesitates for a moment before admitting the truth. "I saw her move the other day across the way. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. Just sat there starin’ for a bit, I just couldn't help myself.”

"Well, maybe you'll run into her again sometime. And this time, you can introduce yourself like a normal person."

Joel nods, feeling a glimmer of hope. Maybe Tommy was right. Maybe he would run into you again. And this time, he could do things differently.

—

The next evening, Joel finds himself at the bar down the street, hoping against hope that he might see you again, somewhere, somehow. He sits at the bar, nursing a beer and scanning the crowd for any sign of you.

As he sits there, he can't help but feel a sense of déjà vu. Has he been here before? It was like a fog had settled over his memory, making it difficult to recall the details.

And then, just as he's about to give up hope, he sees you walking towards the bar, your eyes scanning the crowd. And then, as if by some miracle, they land on him.

You smile, a shy, tentative smile that makes Joel's heart race. Joel can't help but feel a wave of nervousness wash over him as he sees you approaching him at the bar.

He's always been awkward around women, especially ones as beautiful as you. He tries to play it cool, taking a sip of his beer and glancing up at the TV, but his eyes keep flicking back to you.

"Hey there, cowboy," you say, a playful smile on your lips. "I haven't seen you around here before."

Joel feels a wave of nervousness wash over him, but he tries to hide it with a grin. "Oh, I'm just passin' through," he says, hoping he doesn't sound as awkward as he feels.

But you seem to be enjoying his discomfort, your eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well, I'm glad you stopped by."

You lean against the bar, your body close to Joel's. He can feel the heat radiating off of you, and he finds himself struggling to focus on anything but you.

"So, cowboy, tell me what really brings you to this little dive bar?" You ask, your voice low and sultry.

Joel takes a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. "Just needed a break from the rodeo, I guess," he says, trying to play along.

You laugh, a loud, genuine laugh that makes Joel's heart skip a beat. "Well, I'm glad you found it. Maybe we can make each other's night a little more interesting."

Joel feels a thrill run through him at your words. He knows what you're suggesting, and he can't help but feel a surge of desire. "I'd like that darlin."

You lean in closer, your lips brushing against Joel's ear. "Follow me."

Joel follows you through the crowded bar, his heart racing with excitement. He can't believe what's happening, but he doesn't want it to stop.

You lead him to the bathroom, pushing open the door and pulling him inside. The room is small and dimly lit, but Joel can see the desire shining in your eyes.

You push him up against the wall, your body presses against his. Joel can feel your breath hot against his skin, and he finds himself struggling to breathe.

"I've wanted you since the moment I saw you."

Joel feels a surge of desire run through him. He's wanted you just as badly, and he can't believe this is finally happening. He reaches out, his hands tangling in your hair as he pulls you closer. Your lips meet in a passionate kiss, your tongues dancing together as you explore each other's mouths.

Joel's hands move down your body, sliding under your skirt and finding their way to your panties. He can feel the heat radiating off of you, and he knows you want him just as badly as he wants you.

He slides your panties down your legs, his fingers lingering for a moment before he lets them fall to the floor.

You break the kiss, your breath hot and heavy. "Take me."

Joel doesn't need to be told twicn.sbb

De. He helps you up onto the sink and your legs wrap around his waist as he slides inside of you.

You moan with pleasure, your head thrown back as Joel thrusts into you. The bathroom is small and cramped, but neither of you care. All that matters is the heat and the pleasure between you.

Joel can feel himself getting close, the pleasure building up inside of him. He knows he won't be able to hold back for much longer.

But just as he's about to reach his climax, you pull away, your body sliding down his.

"Not yet, cowboy," you say, a playful smile on your lips.

Joel watches as you sink to your knees in front of him, your eyes never leaving his. He feels a surge rush through him as you reach for his hard cock, you wrap your hand around it, stroking him slowly. Joel lets out a low moan as he feels your hand on him, the sensation almost too much to bear.

You lean in closer, your breath hot against his skin. He can feel your lips brushing against the tip of his cock, and he holds his breath in anticipation.

And then, finally, you take him into your mouth. Joel lets out another moan as he feels your lips around him, your tongue swirling around his cock. His thoughts are consumed with desire as he watches you pleasure him.

He reaches down, tangling his fingers in your hair as he begins to thrust his hips, fucking your mouth with a roughness that takes you by surprise. You moan around his cock, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine. He can't believe how good it feels and how much he wants you.

He feels himself teetering on the edge, and he knows he's about to come. He pulls out of your mouth, your saliva glistening on his cock.

Without a word, he pulls you up and turns you around, bending you over the sink. He can see your face in the mirror, your eyes wide with desire and anticipation.

He slides inside of you, your wetness coating his cock as he begins to thrust. He can feel you clenching around him, your body trembling. Joel reaches around, his fingers finding your clit. He begins to rub slow circles, hearing you moan with pleasure as he hits the right spot.

He knows he won't be able to hold back much longer, and with one final thrust, he spills his seed deep inside of you, filling you up as you moan with pleasure.

Joel watches in the mirror as you come with him, your face flushed with pleasure, and your eyes glazed over with desire. He can't believe what just happened, but he knows one thing for sure - he needs more of you.

He pulls out of you and helps you to your feet. You lean into him, your body trembling with pleasure.

"Wow," you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

Joel chuckles, feeling a sense of satisfaction wash over him. "Yeah, wow," he says, pulling you close for a kiss.

He helps you straighten your clothes, his fingers lingering on your skin for a moment before he pulls away.

You reach down, picking up your panties from the floor. You hold them out to Joel, a mischievous glint in your eyes.

"A souvenir," you wink.

Joel takes the panties, his heart racing with excitement.

You lean in, your fingers putting a pre-written note in his pocket, and your lips brush against his ear. "Call me, cowboy," you say, your voice low and sultry.

And then you're gone, leaving Joel alone in the bathroom with nothing but the memory of your body and the scent of your panties to remind him of what just happened. He can't believe what just happened, but he knows one thing for sure - he's never felt this alive before.

[baldval]

ART DECO PART 2!₊˚⊹♡

characters: valentino x gn!reader

wc: 1.7k

warnings: cursing, canon!valentino (he doesn't mind vox's bad actions towards other people), insanely angsty.

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You're half awake and disorientated. Valentino got up to find out who was at the door 10 minutes ago, and frankly, you're getting worried.

Against your better judgement, you throw on his shirt from the night before and make your way out of the bedroom.

You enter the living room to be met face to face with Vox.

Shit.

You briefly wonder if you can play it off, fabricate a story, tell him it's not what it looks like!

Apart from, it's exactly what it looks like.

Someone from Vox's assistance team saw you and Val enter his room together after the meeting. And now you're here, in his living room, wearing nothing but his shirt. And your shoes are by the front door. And there's a wine glass abandoned on the counter.

There's no getting out of this one.

Valentino wants to scream, yell at you to go back to his room. He wants to pick you up and throw you out of sight, praying Vox hasn't noticed all the tell tale signs. But it's too late. He has.

"Okay. Uh - what the fuck is going on?"

Vox asks the question while looking between the two of you like some sort of cartoon character doing a double take. It doesn't require a genius to figure it out, but he needs to hear one of you say it out loud.

"Listen, Vox-"

"Vox, don't get mad-"

You both speak at the same time, verbally tripping over each other. You've never actually discussed what you'd do or say if you got found out. You both just always naively assumed it wouldn't happen.

You sit down on the edge of the couch, and look at your boss earnestly.

You had earned his respect with all the years you'd been working for him, creating and animating shows for the Vees.

However, you knew it could all disappear.

It would be a lie to say you didn't see it coming, what was true is that you weren't ready for it.

"Vox, I'm not going to sit here and lie to you. It isn't fair. But you can't get mad when I tell you the truth."

"I'll be the judge of that," he mutters sassily.

"Will you come and sit with me, please? The standing is making me nervous. I feel like I'm on trial."

"You might be. I haven't decided yet."

You can't tell if he's joking. He's certainly not smiling.

Vox moves to sit down next you. Val follows, perching himself on the opposite end to give you space. Close enough if you need him, far enough that it won't upset your boss more.

"Start talking," he commands, still confused.

"It's... well I - we - me and Valentino, we're -"

"Together," Val finishes for you. Vox glares at him, and he decides he'll keep his mouth shut for a while.

"Yeah, we're together," you continue. "We have been for over a year. It isn't just sex, or anything. I'm like- in love with him."

It's weird to finally bear this truth after keeping it a secret for so long. It feels wrong, but also refreshing - like a bitter lemon on a hot day.

Vox is scarily silent.

"You're... kidding, right?" he asks, finally breaking through the quiet.

Your silence is enough answer for you as he looks at you incredulously.

"You're so fuckin' naive." He turns over to Valentino. "How can you sit here and act like this doesn't change anything?"

Val tries to speak, but he continues.

"You lied to me, first off. Both of you. For God knows how long-"

"Vox-"

"Let me fucking finish."

You shrink back into the couch, hoping it would swallow you.

"You both lied to me. You broke my trust... and uh, that fucking hurts, actually. And then there's the business side of things. They work for me, they work for the Vees. And, I don't know if you remember, but you are a Vee. That's a conflict of interest."

Val scoffs at him, but then realises he's deadly serious.

"... A conflict of interest?"

"It's against company policy. How am I going to trust you? How is anyone? Information might get leaked. What if I tell you something, and then you tell them?" He points over to you. "And then they tell whoever friends they have, and they post about it on social media, and all of a sudden nothing is private anymore. I. Can't. Trust. You."

Tears are welling up in your eyes quicker than you can control. You're trying to take deep breaths, begging yourself not to cry in front of Vox.

"You do get this is my life right? I get to choose whoever I date," Val whispers.

"Yeah? Well, it's my life. And they're MY worker. And I get to choose whatever I'll do to them."

A choked sob escapes you, and the floodgates open. Fresh, hot tears sprint down your cheeks, landing in your lap.

Vox doesn't care about your suffering, he just wants to punish Valentino through you.

Val can't stand to sit and watch any longer.

"Okay, Vox, that's enough. This isn't fair."

"What's not fair is that two of people I trust the most both lying to my face for a year. That's what isn't fucking fair."

With that, Vox stands up and strides towards the front door, slamming it behind him as he leaves. The minute he's gone, Valentino is wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into his chest.

"It's okay, darling," he murmurs, stroking your hair. "He'll come around. We'll be okay. If we stick together, we'll be okay."

His reassurances are only making you cry harder, sobs escaping you uncontrollably. You eventually exhaust yourself, falling into a restless sleep in Val's arms on the couch.

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You wake up in bed. You've temporarily forgotten the events of the morning, before it all comes crashing back down around you suddenly. Distantly, you can hear Valentino in the kitchen, talking on the phone. You look around the room, and know what you have to do.

You leave the bedroom with a bag in hand, throwing it onto the ground as you grab your shoes. Val clocks you, and hangs up the phone.

"Can I call you back? Thanks. I'll see you tomorrow."

He runs over to where you're slipping your heels on, precariously balanced against the side of the couch.

"Honey, where are you going?" he questions, panic washing over him at your frantic state. "Wait, have you packed a bag?"

He's trying to catch your eyes, but you keep looking away, desperate to avoid his unrelenting gaze.

"I'm going home."

A pause.

"... This is your home."

You knew he'd say that. It hurts just the same.

"No, Valentino, this is your home. My apartment is across town."

"You haven't been there in months. All your stuff is here. Baby, talk to me. What's going on? Did Vox get in your head?"

"He has a point!" you shout, trying to pick up your bag. Val gets there first and grabs it, flinging it behind him, out of your reach.

"About what? He's just in shock, baby! He's confused and he feels betrayed. You don't owe him fuckin' anything. Not after everything that he has put you through."

"But I love my job, Val. I can't lose everything I've worked so hard to achieve!"

"You love that piece of shit job? Yesterday you literally had to get up at 6 am just to get here and get yelled at for an hour and a half. Look- I love Vox but he's not a good boss. Hell! I don't even care about that, I just can't stand to see him abuse you and treat you like you're close to nothing. You're better off without him and you know it. You're just too attatched to what you have."

Subconsciously, you know he's right. You're trying to convince yourself he isn't.

"You don't get it though."

"Except I do. Do you think I don't know about Vox's methods? I understand that it's what he needs to do to get the job done, but... I just can't stand him treating you like that."

"You heard what he said! He won't trust you anymore. No one will. Besides, I know it's shitty, but my job is important to me. I can't be forgotten. Known only as an old failed artist."

"Trust me, honey, you're the least likely to be named a failure."

"That's not the point! You're not listening to me. I come from the bottom, I've had to fight for respect every fucking day of my life. I'm finally where I deserve to be. I can't throw it all away for... for love!"

Valentino flinches like you've punched him in the gut. He takes a step back and leans against the kitchen island, trying to keep his balance.

"What happened to 'you and me against the world', huh?" he murmurs.

"I think I got too wrapped up in this - in us. I was stupid to think it could work. We both were."

"I wasn't," he replies defiantly. "I knew exactly what I was getting into. I knew it would be really fucking difficult and I loved you anyway."

"I'm not sorry for loving you," you whisper. "I'm sorry for a lot of things, but never for loving you."

"If you meant that, you wouldn't be giving up."

You turn your head around, unable to look at him any longer.

"This isn't giving up. This is... quitting while we're ahead. If we keep going, we'll just end up having a huge, horrible, public breakup," you stop, and take a deep breath. "I think we were always doomed to fail."

Valentino thinks about the diamond ring that sits in a box in the top drawer of his nightstand. Doomed to fail.

You finally look up at him, and all the air leaves your lungs. You've never seen him look so defeated, so vulnerable. You're the cause of this. And you hate yourself for it.

You pad across the kitchen and pick up your bag from where he threw it, before stopping in front of him.

"I don't regret you, Valentino. I never will."

With that, you stride out of the front door, closing it gently behind you. Val is left, cold and empty, in a room that no longer feels like home.

[butchcarmy]

hi tuna! i was wondering if you could write something where carmy and reader are at a house party and either one of them is sitting on the roof smoking a joint and the other finds them up and there joins them? thank u in advance <3

YES. I really loved this prompt... so here ya go!

word count: 1.4k

content tags: smoking, substance use, first meetings

Parties like this aren't usually your scene. 

It's not like you can't appreciate it as a bystander—you suppose there's an appeal to music so loud you can't hear your own thoughts. There are certainly some days where you want to lose yourself in a crowd, drunk and careless. Today is not one of those days. 

You can't quite remember how your friend convinced you to come to their party. It'll be fun, they promised, a nice change of pace. It is a nice change of pace, sure. It's different from sitting by yourself at home, but…

Now you're just sitting by yourself at someone else's home, smoking a joint on their porch. 

This is more your pace. You're relaxed into one of your friend's water stained outdoor chairs, feet propped up on a low table. This is about all you can handle today—slow drags of weed and the sound of summer bugs in the trees. The sound of the party lays muffled behind you, sealed by the porch door. 

The noise of the music and dancing inside becomes sharp for a moment as you hear the door opening. You look over your shoulder to see someone you don't recognize hastily stepping out. He seems frazzled, brushing back the brown waves in his face back with his hand. He also seems very…handsome.

“Sorry, didn't know anyone was out here,” is the first thing he says. He has a nice voice, low and smooth. And nervous, you notice. 

“It's cool. It's not like I own the porch.” You shrug, taking another inhale from your sizzling joint. You had hoped that your comment would loosen the tension that'd tied knots all in his face, but it doesn't. He just laughs breathlessly back, short and shaky. “Not a party person?”

“Not really.” He pulls a pack of cigarettes out of his back pocket. That's when you notice the tattoos on his hands, emblazoned across the backs and his knuckles. Pretty. “You?”

“Sometimes. But not today.” That works—you see him visibly relax, even if just a little bit. “My friend invited me—it's their party—but I, I don't know. I guess I thought I'd be up for it, but…” You shrug. “And now I'm here.”

“I see. I get that. Uh—” He pauses, taking a slow hit from his white cigarette. “My coworkers, um, they invited me. I didn't wanna be an asshole, so I came, but…” He sighs. “Yeah. Now I'm here.”

“Tough.” You nod at the empty seat next to you. “Seat's open, if you want it.”

“Thanks.” He takes the seat next to you. This is when you really take notice of his muscles, especially his biceps and pecs wrapped tightly in that white t-shirt of his. A burst of attraction rushes through you.

“Uh—” You should keep talking. Distract yourself from his, uh, everything. “Do you smoke?” He gives you a funny look, eyes glancing towards his cigarette. “Fuck, I mean, do you smoke weed? Sorry, I'm a little high.”

“It's cool.” He's actually smiling now. It's a nice smile. “Yeah, not often, but I do.”

“Well.” You extend your hand towards him, offering him the joint. “You can have some of this if you want. Might help you relax. No pressure, of course.”

“...Actually, yeah. That'd be nice. Thank you.” He takes the joint from you with his other hand. Now he's got a cigarette in one and a joint in another. You both share an amused, knowing look. “You smoke cigs?”

“Sometimes. Here, let's trade.” He hands you his cigarette. “Not that there's anything wrong with dual-wielding. Take one hit off the joint, and then off the cig…”

“Dual-wielding,” he repeats, laughing under his breath. You chuckle, entertained by the thought and his reaction. You don't mean to watch him as he brings the joint up to his lips and pulls, but you do anyway. You're not sure if him smoking a cigarette or a joint looks more attractive. 

“I feel like we should know each other's names now.” You know it sounds a bit forward, but the high's making you brave. You introduce yourself to him. “And your name is?”

“I'm Carmen.” Of course even his name is pretty. “Most people just call me Carmy, though.”

“Carmy.” You can't help your smile. “That's cute. Do you have a preference?”

“Uh—” He looks good with a little bit of pink on his cheeks. “Carmy's fine.”

“Okay, then. Carmy it is.” 

You two develop a rhythm. You trade the joint and cigarette back and forth, inhaling puffs of weed and tobacco back to back. Intimate is not quite the right word to describe it, but you're not sure if there's a better word for it. You definitely feel something of a connection pulling the both of you closer together. You even think that somehow, the space between your seats is shrinking too.

“I used to smoke more weed back in college,” Carmy says. The joint's almost finished by now, and with it, you both become a lot more loose-lipped. He's staring into the distance like he's remembering something. “You ever green out?”

“Oh yeah, plenty of times.” You laugh to yourself, shaking your head. “Back when I first started smoking—well, I started with edibles.”

“As does everyone.”

“Yeah, and it's stupid. It's way too easy to go overboard with edibles.”

“Seriously. I've only ever had edibles once, and. Well.”

“Ah…It was bad, I take it?”

“Yep.” He laughs quietly, and the infectious sound of it makes you smile. “It was awful. I even threw up.”

“Oh no,” you gasp. “That's how you know it's bad. I've managed to stop myself from throwing up, but I've definitely felt like I was dying a couple times.”

“Oh, of course. As it goes.” You both chuckle. “I thought my tolerance was high enough. It wasn't that many milligrams, but I guess my body hated it.”

“It happens.” The cigarette dies out in your hands, burned right down to the filter. You snub it out on the arm of your chair. “I used to enjoy edibles, but ever since I greened out real bad one time, I just can't do them anymore. They just wreck my shit.”

“Maybe that's for the best.” He puts out the joint too. “Just stick to regular lung damage like the rest of us.”

“Lessons learned, I guess.” You grin. A comfortable pause settles. “...Carmy?”

“Yeah?”

“We've smoked it all. Everything.”

“I have some more cigarettes if you want one.”

“No, no…” You lean forward, propping your elbows on your knees. He instinctively mirrors you, sitting up in his chair. “It's all gone.”

“Oh. Well.” He tilts his head to the side. “What should we do now?”

“We could sit here and suffer. Or…” You rest your chin in the palms of your hands, cradling your face. “I could roll us another joint back at my place.”

“Oh.” Looks like it clicked. His blue eyes are widened with surprise.

“You don't have to,” you say quickly, “really. But I've been having a good time with you, and I…I like you. I think you're cute.” Ordinarily, you wouldn't be this forward, but you swear you feel something here. “Sorry if this is—too much.”

“No, not at all,” he replies, just as quick. “Don't apologize. Please. I just—” He fumbles, making a vague hand gesture. “This has been really, really nice. You're so easy to talk to, and I, I'm not used to that.” He smiles at you, shy and adorable. You're momentarily gripped with something akin to cuteness aggression, but you keep it under wraps. “I…I like you. A lot. I'd love to go to your place.”

“Yeah?” He nods. “Okay. Cool. Um…” You feel your insides jumbling all over each other. “Sorry, now I'm getting all flustered.”

“It's okay.” His smile blossoms further, turning into something radiant. “I like it. You're cute.” You make a small noise at that.

“Smooth talker.” You stand up from your seat, and he looks up at you momentarily before following suit. “I'm just down the block. Up for a walk?”

You don't bother telling your friend you're leaving. The two of you chat and laugh all the way to your place, your voices echoing down the quiet road. Turns out your friend was right after all—the party turned out to be very, very fun. 

[hwanchaesong]

↗🏢 Entering 1st floor: Lost in the crowd, blurry eyes and pink lips, wrongs paths and right person, and now you're saved in his arms. 🌌

🎧: Chase Atlantic - Paradise

wc: 1.6k

genre & warnings: fluff, angst, suggestive, university setting, strangers to lovers au, mentions of alcohol, party, cursing, themes of marriage, appearance of other idols etc etc

a/n: this is a part of The Paradise Hotel series. if y'all want, you can read the other album inspired fics of other groups here.

"Am I sweating too much? Is my suit wrinkled? Are m-"

"Hyung, shut the fuck up. You're fine." Beomgyu cuts off Soobin's yapping, rolling his eyes at the older's unsolicited panicking.

A comforting tap on his left shoulder gets Soobin's attention, "You need to calm down. It's your special day." Yeonjun, the oldest of the bunch, speaks up while the others nod their heads in agreement.

The male pouts, facing the mirror in front of him and he scans himself. He's handsome, that's given, but he couldn't help his nerves.

He closes his eyes in an attempt to cool his heated mind; remembering the moment when he first met you, the time when he knew he was in love, and the second he's sure that you're the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

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It was a bright day but Soobin was rather gloomy on the inside because what the fuck? Where is he and where are his friends?

Surely, they didn't leave him alone in the amusement park, right?

Knowing his friends though, the possibility is sky high. Fucking pranksters.

He rubbed his temples in frustration, might as well walk around and enjoy himself, he did pay for the entrance fee.

Just then, a girl suddenly appeared. A girl in a pink sundress, sporting a big grin and two milkshakes. One of her arms is extended towards him, a kind gesture of offering him a drink.

"Uh..?" he stammers, not really knowing how to handle a situation like this.

"Here!" you shove the large plastic cup in his hand, "You look thirsty."

"Oh, thank you but I'm not t-"

"Yes, you are thirsty." you flat out rejected his rejection, and he was dumbfounded because he has never met someone like this before... and it's akin to that of inhaling fresh air from the mountains.

He stares at you, yeah, maybe he'll appreciate your company.

He found his friends after a few hours, with your help of course, and it's safe to say that his rambling about them losing him and not bothering to look for him was astounding. (in an adorable way)

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His second meeting with you was nothing more than a godsent chance, in a frat party of his university that he was forced to be at, courtesy of Yeonjun, the most popular frat boy of their college.

He was sitting quietly in a corner, nursing his red cup of alcohol concoction, observing the swarm of people on the dance floor, swaying to the beat of some rock music blaring through the speakers of the house.

He sighs, this is boring as hell, then his eyes light up when he sees your familiar figure across the room. Then it went droopy when he noticed the guy beside you.

Wait a damn minute.

You look uncomfortable as fuck.

Soobin is not weak, but by all means, he avoids conflicts. He's docile like that, but his head was empty when he decided to walk over to you with a newfound confidence due to the liquid courage in his system.

"Hey, Y/N." he greets with a light smile, and he felt pride in his chest when he saw your hopeful expression.

You were about to reply to him, but the male beside you rudely interrupted the meeting.

"Man, can't you see we're busy here?" the man slurs, clearly drunk and for some reason, Soobin was pissed at the way your features withered just because of some asshole's words.

"What I'm seeing here is that you're invading her personal space." he utters threateningly, the polar opposite of his usual gentle way of speaking.

If there is one thing that he'll forever thank the heavens for, it'll be his height. He towers over the other man, and it was enough to intimidate the jackass.

"Yup!" you saw the opportunity to escape from the arms of your former partner, "Excuse us, Sunghoon, we'll be going now."

You stood up, grabbed Soobin's arms and dragged him out on the terrace of the house, "Thank you so much for saving me back there." you mumbled, shaking slightly from the cold, your thin outfit ain't shielding you from the winter breeze.

Then, you feel something warm draped over your shoulders, the orange-ish scent fills you with a sense of tranquil.

"It's nothing, it's a man's duty to protect a lady." he says jokingly, but your gut tells you that he meant it.

You took the initiative to step a little bit closer to him, bumping your shoulders onto his arm, "You're like a knight in shining armor then."

He hums, tilting his head so he could see you better, and the way you're gazing at him makes his heart beat a wad faster.

How could someone be so beautiful under some shitty lighting and an oversized (his) jacket.

"Am I?" he whispers, soft voice tickling the butterflies in your stomach.

"Yeah, my knight in shining armor."

That must make you his damsel in distress.

You are not good for his delicate soul, yet he knew that it was the end for him when you used that damned possessive noun.

A fragile yet thorny sentiment was planted, and now he's about to water and grow it.

---------------------------------------------------

Soobin is well-aware of his feelings for you, and there's no hour where he's not fretting about it. He is always thinking of ways to confess, to make you his, because he is convinced that the universe made you two meet.

Call him a delulu but he firmly believes that you are his soulmate.

As usual, instead of sleeping, his mind is in an overdrive, thinking of you all day and all night.

He tossed and turned in his bed, he has morning classes tomorrow at fucking 7:30 am. Really, who in their right minds would teach that early?

His phone then started ringing, scaring the wits out of him. Again, who in their right fucking minds w-

Never mind, it's you.

He immediately answers the call, then he hears you sobbing and muttering incoherent sentences until he makes out a vague 'I'm outside your apartment.'

Never the sporty one but he was faster than flash when he shot up from his bed to open the door for you, and there you were. Standing in the middle of his small yard— puffy eyes, red nose, pink lips, wrecked appearance yet in his eyes, you're still gorgeous as ever.

"Soobin!" you cried out, throwing yourself in his arms, and he easily caught you, letting in his flat as he shuts the door close with his foot.

"What's happening? Are you alright?" he worriedly asks, threading his fingers on your smooth strands, doing his best to pacify your problems away.

"I can't lose you." you murmur, and he felt his heart stop along with the rotation of the earth. Is he hearing things now? Had he gone insane?

When Soobin remained silent, you continued to ramble in his chest, hugging him tightly, "I-I heard from some people in our uni that Yeri will be confessing to you. I don't w-want that!" you hiccup, and he discerns that you probably had a few drinks before coming here.

"Y/N." he gently called your name, and you craned your neck to face him, only for Soobin to give you the most loving kiss you had ever experienced.

Everything about the kiss is surreal. Magical, enchanting, one that can be only given to you by your destined person.

"I don't care about that or her." he fondly cradles your cheeks in his cozy palms, "I only care about you, my princess, my damsel in distress. I am your knight in shining armor, after all."

If you needed more assurance, he gladly showed you that for the rest of the night. He made you realize how much he loves you. With simple touches, messy tongue and teeth filled kisses, and passionate love-making.

He had you writhing under him, and even in your sweaty and tousled condition, he still finds you to be an absolute masterpiece.

Soobin worshiped your body, kissing and licking every corner, your skin was a former blank canvas that he happily painted in luxurious hues of the sky and wine.

At the end of it all, he has you enveloped in his arms. He has you in his life, sleeping peacefully. His pretty, pretty princess that he swore to protect with all his might until you're grey and old.

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"Hyung, let's go. It's about to start." Huening Kai nudged Soobin, slightly startling him from his daydreaming. His eyes were wide open, anxious yet still complied when he was hauled out of the dressing room.

He stood like a statue at the end of the aisle, he was focusing on a piece of flower that had fallen from the arrangement displayed at the altar.

The sound of the metallic doors opening and the classical music playing sent shivers down his spine.

He slowly turns around, his eyes locking in yours and the surroundings are serene once again.

He watches you walk down the red carpet, wearing the most exquisite white gown that you have specially curated for the occasion. A white veil covers your face, and Soobin doesn't need to remove it to see how much of an angel you are.

The girl of his dreams that makes his dreams come true, if that even makes sense, but that's what he'll describe you despite the lack of adjectives to represent a treasure like you.

Soobin is no genius nor a champion, he is not the richest man on earth, no, yet he knows that he's lucky enough to be alive in this utopia with you.

Real heaven starts with you, his paradise.

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[mymindcreatedthis]

Bet with Kerr 18+

Reader x Sam Kerr

Warning: Smut, Daddy kink, Dirty talk, R doming Sam, Sam Receiving, Rough sex, unprotected sex, multiple creampies, leg trapping, Blow Job, Throat pie, bonus tit fuck from Georgia Stanway, tit fuck, facial, cum shot, clit teasing, squirting, hair pulling, Positions: Missionary, On Side, Doggy, Reverse Cowgirl

Word count: 6.4k

Not proof read, so I apologize if there’s any mistakes.

*Y/n's pov*

It was game day today, we were playing Australia, Me and Sam have been texting back and forth all morning talking mad trash to each other.

Sam: I would easily score 4 goals on you love.

Me: Bullshit, I'll steal the ball from you and make you watch as I score on your team.

Sam: Well yeah of course I'd be watching 😂 watching you fail 😂

Me: Wow that's harsh. You think I would fail to score on you?

Sam: Oh shush. You're the one who started this argument.

Me: Yeah right, you're a cocky player love. I'm gonna put you in your place when we play each other.

Sam: Oh yeah? I'd like to see you try 😉 good luck Paige.

Me: Yeah yeah yeah. You're the one who's gonna lose.

Sam: fine! Let's make a bet!

Me: I'm listening.

Sam: okay fine, first one to get 3 goals, wins, the Winner gets to do whatever they want sexually to the loser.

Me: Aww is Sam Kerr in love with me?

Sam: Shut up. I am not, do you agree to the bet or not?

Me: Yes I'll take you on that bet.

Sam: Okay bet.

Me: Bet.

I turn off my phone and set it off to the side. I sigh and rub my face, Georgia notices this.

"What's Wrong Y?" Georgia asks.

Me and Georgia are best friends. She is the only one who is allowed to call me Y. Truth is I've been sexually frustrated and have had trouble getting a release for the past 3 days.

"Kerr and I made a bet. Winner gets to do whatever they want sexually to the loser." I say.

Georgia looks at me confused. "Okay? And I mean what's wrong with that? I don't see the issue."

"I haven't been able to.... You know in the past 3 days." I say. I was embarrassed to say it.

I was hoping she knew what I was talking about. Georgia looks at me confused.

"But no nut November is over." She giggles.

I giggle at her joke. "N-No I know that. I um am having trouble cumming." I say, rubbing the back of my neck and looking away in embarrassment.

"Well that's nothing to be embarrassed about." Georgia says, she pauses for a moment. "D-Do you want help with that?"

I look at her eyes wide and blushing. "W-What?"

Georgia giggles as I blush darkly at her comment. "I said do you want help with your boner babe?" She asks again.

"I-I uh I mean are you sure? I don't want to bother you with it." I say.

"Yes babe. I'll help you out with your boner, you need a release. You've been needing to cum for 3 days, let me help you." Georgia says.

I blush darkly and nod. Georgia takes off her shirt and bra and lays on the bed. I get the hint, I take off my shorts and boxers. Once my boxers are off my boner springs out and at attention.

Georgia giggles and sexily motions me over with her finger. I smirk and join her on the bed. "Come on Y/n." Georgia says and grabs her boobs. "Fuck my tits."

"Well that may have been the hottest thing I've heard." I say as I straddle Georgia's Sternum.

Once I'm straddling Georgia Sternum I stroke my dick until I'm hard then lay my dick in between her boobs. The brunette then grasps her tits and wraps them around my Dick then I start slowly sliding my dick in between Georgia tits.

"Does that feel good Y/n?" Georgia innocently questions.

"Fucking incredible." I say as I continue to fuck her tits.

As I keep fucking her tits Georgia starts talking Dirty to me which is really hot. It also makes me cum a lot faster than I thought it would.

"Where do you want me to cum?" I question.

"Just cum on me." Georgia says.

I nod and continue to fuck Georgia's tits. I moan loudly as I feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls.

"Mmm someone's close huh? Hehe you gonna bust your load all over me? You gonna shoot ropes of cum all over my tits and face?" Georgia questions and talks seductively.

I moan and continue to fuck her tits, Georgia continues to talk dirty as she keeps her tits wrapped around my dick. I moan loudly in pleasure after 2 more minutes I feel my balls tighten.

Cumshot/Facial:

I moan and bust my load all over her tits and face. Cum coats her tits, k moan as cum oozes and spurts onto her face coating her forehead, cheeks, nose, chin, lips, and eyes some even goes in her hair and in her mouth.

Georgia giggles as I cum. "Hehe that's it Y. Let it out."

I moan, Georgia slowly strokes my dick with her tits helping me ride out my high. The last of my cum spurting and oozing onto her face and tits.

"Mmmm hehe good girl." Georgia says.

I blush darkly at her comment. "T-Thank you."

Georgia giggles and kisses me. "Mmm you're welcome. Now let's get ready."

I smile and nod. I help her get cleaned up and then clean myself up. We brush our teeth again, we brush our teeth and then change into our kits. We put our shoes on and grab our bags, we grab our phones, wallets and key cards and leave the room and down the conference room we get lunch and then head to the stadium.

We go to our locker room, and the go out onto the field and start stretching. Australia was already on the field and were glaring at us, fuck if looks could kill we'd definitely be dead by now.

We finish stretches, and start the game. Both teams immediately start going for the ball, Sam gets the ball she nut megs Keira and runs up the field with the ball. She slams her foot into the ball, the ball flies past Mary and goes into the back corner of the next.

1-0, Sam looks at me she smirks and winks at me. I shake my head, wow she was extremely cocky. Made me want to fuck her even more. We get back into our positions and continue the game. Georgia gets the ball and passes it to me, I nut meg Sam. I get to the goal, I nutmeg Mackenzie Arnold and smash the ball into the back of the net.

1-1, I look at Sam I smirk and wink at her. Sam bites her lip and smiles. We continue the game, Sam and I continue to score goals. The score was now tied 2-2, we continue playing. Sam tires to nutmeg me but I steal the ball from her and run up the field with the ball. I smash my foot into the ball and the ball flies past Mackenzie Arnold and into the of the net.

Sam blushes and acts pissed but she's smiling a bit. I smirk, I look at her and wink at her as I had just won our bet. The game ends and we end up winning 4-2.

We shake hands with Australia and tell them good game. I get to Sam, she shakes my hand and grabs my ass. I blush as she does this, Sam giggles. "Good game babe. I'll text you my room later here in a bed. Come to mine at 12 am." Sam says.

I smirk and nod. "Okay babe, see you then." Sam giggles and nods, and walks away Australia goes back to their locked room while some of the players stay on the field and sign some stuff for the fans.

Sam was off in the corner signing some stuff for fans. She takes off her jersey, I bite my lip and check out her toned body and abs. Fuck she looked so good in a sports bra, I bite my lip as I think about her tits and fucking them.

she signs her jersey and gives it to a little girl. I smile as I watch her do this, the little girl light us and hugs her. Sam smiles and hugs her back. They take a picture together, I smile I get an idea and walk over to them. I take off my jersey and give it to Sam so she could at least get a bit over privacy, Sam smiles and blushes a bit. She thanks me and puts my jersey on.

I smile and hug Sam. "You look so fucking good in a sports bra. You've been a good girl baby, I think you deserve 4 creampies later." I whisper in her ear.

Sam blushes darkly. "F-Four?"

I smirk. "Yes baby, five. Even though you lost I'll still reward you, you played a really good game."

Sam cutely giggles and smiles. "Thank you baby, so did you." Sam whispers back.

"You look amazing in my jersey." I whisper.

Sam blushes. "Thank you. Later can you bring your clothes. After we're done fucking, I want to wear your clothes and keep them as a reminder of the girl who fucked me."

I smile and nod blushing a bit at her comment. "Of course." I smile and kiss her cheek and walk away. I grab my stuff and head back to the locker room. I strip my clothes and shower, I dry up and get changed into new clothes.

I grab my things and get on the bus. Soon the rest of the girls get on the bus and we head back to the hotel. Us and Australia were staying in the same hotel. We get to the hotel and I go up to my room.

I set my bag off to the side, I take off my shoes and plop onto the bed. I grab my phone, I set an alarm and end up falling asleep. I sleep for 5 hours and then wake up to my alarm. The game was at 1 pm and it was now 6 pm.

We had the option to get room service. I call the lobby and place my order, 45 minutes later my food shows up.

*Sam's pov*

Katrina and I go back to our room. "Hey Gorry." I say. Katrina looks over at me.

"What's up?" Katrina asks.

I was coloring with Harper. I cover Harper's ears, "Is there any way you can stay with Kyra and Charli for the night? Y/n is coming over and you know." I say trialing off.

Katrina smirks. "Yeah, sure. I can stay there for the night. Please don't fuck in my bed."

I giggle at her comment. "We won't, we'll be in my bed."

Katrina nods. I uncover Harper's ears, she was oblivious to what was being said cause she was still coloring as I was covering her ears. Katrina smiles and kisses Harper's head.

"Harper. We're gonna pack our bags and go to older sissy's room." Katrina says.

Harper cheers. "Yay Kyra!"

I giggle, they pack their things and leave the room. It was 10:30 pm. I sigh, fuck I was so horny. I kept counting down the hours and minutes waiting for Y/n to be here.

She looked so sexy in her sports bra. Fuck she had so many tattoos, her abs, chest, arms and legs were covered in tattoos. So were her hands and fingers. She was built like my mate Millie.

I lay down in my bed and turn on the tv. I was chilling out in my sports bra and Boxers, I smile when there was a knock on the door. I look through the peephole and see Y/n.

I open the door, she smirks when she sees me in my sports bra and boxers. "Sexy choice of clothing babe."

I blush at her comment and let her in.

I smirk and slap her ass, Y/n giggles and jumps as I slap her ass and blushes darkly. I giggle, I close the door behind her and lock it.

Y /n sets her clothes to the side and immediately pins me against the door and makes out with me. I immediately start kissing back, I lower my hand and rub her bulge over her shorts. Y/n moans in the kiss as I do this.

I smile against her lips. I moan and gasp as Y/n breaks the kiss, she kisses and suck on my neck. I moan as she marks my neck and claims me.

She kisses from my neck down to my chest. She leaves hickys on my chest. Y/n slips off my sports bra and tosses it off to the side. Y/n picks me up and kisses and sucks on my tits, I moan in pleasure as she does this.

Y/n walks us over to my bed and lays me on the bed. I make out with her and squeeze her ass, Y/n moans in the kiss as I squeeze her ass. I take off her shirt and sports bra and litter them on the floor next to the bed. 

Y/n pauses for a second. "I know we made a bet. Are you sure about this?" She asks making sure this is what I wanted.

I smile and nod. "Yes babe. I'm sure."

Y/n smiles and nods. Y/n kisses from my chest down to my stomach/ abs. I moan and run my fingers though her hair as she kisses and sucks on my abs leaving hickys.

She smirks and licks my abs and scratches them, I moan and get even more wet as she does this. This was a major turn on for me. Y/n kisses from my abs down to my Boxers, she kisses my pussy over my boxers. I moan as she does this.

"Y-Y/n... P-Please." I moan.

Y/n smirks and looks at me as she rubs my pussy over my boxers. "Please what baby?" She asks.

"Please stop teasing... I-I need you." I moan, begging for her touch. I was soaking wet and needed a release. 

Y/n smirks, she slides my boxers down my legs and tosses them off to the side. I moan as she licks my folds, Y/n giggles and swipes her finger up my folds collecting some of my juices on her finger.

"Fuck baby, you're soaking wet." Y/n says.

"Mmm all for you daddy." I say.

I moan as Y/n licks my folds. She smirks, she slips in a finger and slowly fingers me as she eats me out. I moan and run my fingers through her hair. Y/n locks eyes with me as she fingers me faster and continues to eat me out.

Fuck that's so sexy, I've never had a girl lock eyes with me while eating me out before. I could cum just from that alone, Y/n slips in a second finger and continues to go to town on my pussy fingering me faster and eating me out.

I moan, I rest my legs on her shoulders and wraps my thighs around her head. I roughly massage my tits and slowly grind against her face and fingers as she continues to eat me out and finger me.

"F-Fuck.... Mmm fuck right there just like that." I moan in pleasure.

I moan loudly in pleasure and grip the sheets as Y/n fingers me faster as she continues to eat me out. I moan as she rolls her tongue on my clit adding different amounts of pressure.

"Holy shit, Fuck daddy." I moan in pleasure.

Y/n sucks on my clit as she fingers me faster. I moan loudly in pleasure as I feel that familiar knot forming in my stomach.

"Fuck....Y/n baby I'm gonna cum." I moan.

Y/n continues to suck on my clit and fingers me even faster than before. I can't take it anymore, I cum all over Y/n's fingers, face, and chin. Y/n helps me ride out my high.

Y/n smirks, she takes her fingers out of me. Y/n licks and sucks my juices off her fingers and wipes my juices off her face. Y/n comes back up and kisses me, I moan in the kiss as I taste myself on her lips.

"Mmm you taste amazing baby." Y/n says.

I smile and kiss her. "Fuck you really know how to eat a girl out." I mutter panting and trying to catch my breath.

"Breathe baby, catch your breath. We will continues  once you get your breath back." Y/n smirks teasing my folds with her fingers.

I moan as she does this. "Y-Y/n don't t-tease." I moan.

*Y/n's Pov*

Fuck Sam was super wet. I smirk and tease her folds as she tries to catch her breath. "Y-Y/n don't t-tease." Sam cutely moans.

I giggle. "Sorry baby."

Sam catches her breath and flips us around. She was on top now. "Your turn now, I wanna get a taste of that dick."

Sam kisses me deeply, I smile in the kiss and kiss her back. Sam breaks the kiss and kisses my neck. I moan as she kisses and sucks on my neck leaving a few hickys. I moan as she leaves some hickys on my neck.

I moan as she leaves hickys on my neck claiming me. Fuck I really wanted her to claim me and make me hers. Sam kisses my neck down to my chest.

Sam kisses and sucks in my chest and boobs leaving hickys. I moan in pleasure as she does this.

"Mmm fuck." I moan.

Sam kisses my chest down to my toned stomach and abs. She kisses and sucks on my abs leaving hickys, I moan in pleasure as she does this and run my fingers through her hair. Sam's hair was in a ponytail, I take the hair tie out of her hair and let her hair down.

"Mmm sexy." I say.

Sam giggles and kisses my bulge over my shorts, I moan as she does this, she playfully tugs at the waist band of my shorts silently asking for permission. I nod, Sam slides my shorts and boxers down my legs and tosses them off to the side.

My dick springs out once it's freed from its confinement. "Wow baby you're huge." Sam says measuring my dick with her forearm.

I blush darkly at her comment. "T-Thanks." I stutter a bit.

Sam licks her palm, she wraps her hand around my dick and slowly strokes my dick. I moan as she does this.

"Mm fuck." I moan in pleasure.

Sam giggles and strokes my dick a bit faster, I moan in pleasure once I'm hard Sam takes my dick in her mouth and slowly bobs her head.

"Mmm fuck." I moan.

Sam hums against my dick and bobs her head a bit faster as she starts playing with my balls. I moan in pleasure and run my fingers through her hair.

"Mmm shit." I moan.

The tip of my dick hits the back of her throat, I moan and hold her hair up in a pony tail as she continues to give me head.

"F-Fuck." I moan as she bobs her head faster. "Fuck Sam, just like that." I moan.

Sam sucks the soul out of my dick and bobs her head faster and massages my balls, I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer to cumming.

"Sam baby, I'm close." I moan in pleasure.

Sam continues to give me head, I moan as I feel my balls tighten.

Throat pie:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load in her mouth. Sam chokes and gags a bit as I cum in her mouth, Sam swallows my load and sucks me dry. Sam collects every last of my cum.

My dick falls from her mouth, Sam smiles and shows me a mouth full of cum. Some of my cum drips down her chin.

I smile and rub her chin. "Swallow my cum baby."

Sam smiles and swallows my cum. "Mmm daddy you taste good." Sam says.

I smile, and blush at her comment and her nick name. I grab the condom and the pill off the night stand but Sam takes it from me and throws them away.

"No pill and no condom." Sam says seductively.

I giggle and bite my lip. "Fucking hell that might've been the hottest thing I've heard."

Sam giggles, she joins me on the bed Sam lays on her side and scoots her ass back against me. Sam lifts her ass cheek up a bit.

I smirk and slide my dick Inside her wet pussy, I moan as her walls immediately clench around me. Sam moans as she takes my length deep inside her. I moan, I rest my head against hers and massage her tits as I slowly thrust in and out of her.

"Such a good girl." I tease her.

"Mmm fuck, all for you." Sam moans In pleasure.

I smirk and look into her eyes full of lust, as I continue to thrust in and out of her. I lift her leg up a bit as I thrust in and out of her tight wet pussy faster and faster.

Sam moans and looks deep into my eyes. "Mmm I've been such a naughty girl. Mmm fuck." Sam moans seductively.

I moan and thrust into her faster and faster, my balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room. Sam moans and looks deep into my eyes as I continue to fuck her brains out.

"Fuck....fuck....fuck." Sam squeaks out with each thrust. Sam's mouth hangs open, her eyes roll to the back of her head as I continue to pound her pussy.

Sam moans and screams in pleasure as I hit her g spot. "Ahhh I'm gonna squirt." Sam moans in pleasure. I hold her leg up and thrust into her faster and harder, her boobs bounce up and down as I continue to fuck her.

I reach down and rub her clit with my thumb. Sam legs lean against mine. "Oh fuck." Sam shouts as she squirts like crazy all over the bed and sheets.

I smirk and kiss her neck and gently slap her pussy, Sam moans and shudders as I do this. I smirk and moan in her ear, I wrap my arm around her waist and continues to hold her leg up as I thrust in n's out of her harder and faster.

"Mmm fuck it feels so good." Sam cries out in pleasure.

I moan in pleasure and keep going. I moan as I feel myself getting close to cumming.

"Ahhh I'm close." I moan.

"Me too." Sam moans.

I moan in pleasure, my breathing gets heavier letting Sam know that I'm close to cumming.

"Yes cum in me. Cum in me." Sam moans begging for my load as I feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls.

"S-Sam baby I'm gon-" I try to warn in her in time but I'm unable too.

Creampie #1:

I moan in pleasure and bust my load deep inside her. Sam moans and cums all over my dick, we both moan as I shoot ropes of cum deep inside her and paint her walls white.

"Mmm fuck there's so much cum." Sam moans in pleasure.

I moan and lean in and kiss her. I moan in the kiss as the last of my cum oozes inside her. I help her ride out her high, once we both come down from our highs I slowly pull out of her.

Thick cum oozes out of her and drips down her thigh and onto the bed. "Fuck there's so much cum deep inside me." Sam moans in pleasure as my cum oozes inside her.

I smile and kiss her. "Mmm fuck baby, your pussy feels like heaven." I moan.

Sam giggles and kisses back. "Mmm you have amazing dick game."

"Yeah?" I ask laughing a bit.

"Yeah you can really make a girl cum." Sam says panting and trying to catch her breath.

Sam catches her breath, I smirk and lay her in Missonary. I rub my dick through her folds. I slowly slide my dick inside her. We both moan as her walls immediately clench around my dick.

"Mmm tell me when to move baby." I moan in pleasure

Sam nods, she takes a moment to adjust to my size. "Mmm fuck I thought you were big in my mouth but you feel even bigger inside me."

I smirk, I lean down and kiss her. Sam kisses back. "M-Move." Sam moans.

I rest my head against Sam's  and look deep into her eyes as I slowly thrust in and out of her.

*Sam's pov*

I moan in pleasure as Y/n slowly thrusts in and out of me. Fuck she's really deep inside me, I can feel her massive dick throbbing inside me. She really needed a release, I moan and rest my head against hers.

I look down and watch her dick slowly slide in and out of me. Fuck she was balls deep inside me, she was so sexy her cute moans as she thrust into me a bit faster than before.

I moan, I reach down and grip her ass as she thrusts into me a bit faster than before. I moan loudly in pleasure.

"Mmm fuck you're really deep in there." I moan in pleasure.

"Yeah? You like that baby? Daddy balls deep inside you stretching out your walls?" She questions as she goes faster and faster.

"Mmm I love it." I moan in pleasure as her balls slap against my skin and our moans fill the room. Fuck she was so sexy when she is a Dom. Her being a Dom made my legs weak and made me super wet.

It was a major turn on. I moan in pleasure, my walls clench around her. It's only been 10 minutes and I was already about to cum.

"Mmm someone close?" Y/n asks seductively.

"Mmm I'm close baby, I'm gonna cum." I moan in pleasure.

"Let go baby. Cum for daddy." Y/n sexily whispers in my ear.

I moan and she kisses on my neck leaving hickys. I moan as I feel myself getting closer to cumming.

"Mmm I'm gonna squirt." I moan.

I squirt all over her abs, her dick and all over her thighs and all over the sheets. Y/n smirks and keeps going. Y/n goes at an angle and starts to hit my G spot.

Y/n and I both moan in pleasure. I moan and wrap my legs around her waist and pull her closer to me and leg trap her so she can't pull out.

"Mmm fuck so tight." Y/n cutely moans out in pleasure.

I pull her down and wrap my arms and legs around her as she continues to thrust in and out of me faster and harder. I moan and kiss her, we both moan in the kiss. She breaks the kiss and places her face in the crook of my neck.

Fuck she has amazing dick game. Y/n moan and kisses my neck as she thrusts in and out of me harder and faster. Her balls slap against my skin as our moans fill the room.

I feel her dick throbbing inside me, she was super hard and really needed a release.i moan as I feel that familiar knot forming in my stomach. I moan and grip the sheets.

"Y/n baby, I'm close." I moan in pleasure.

"Ugh me too baby." Y/n moans.

I feel her precum leak inside me letting me know that she was close to cumming and desperate needed a release. My legs shake in pleasure as she continues to pound my g spot.

I feel my walls clench around her dick. "Need to cum baby?" Y/n asks as she moans in pleasure.

"So damn bad." I moan in pleasure.

"Let go baby." Y/n moans as she fucks my brains out. I moan and squirt all over her abs and dick y/n moans in pleasure as she goes as fast and as hard as she can go.

Y/n's breathing gets heavier letting me know that she was close to cumming. "Yes, yes cum in me, I'm not letting you go until you cum in me." I moan in pleasure.

I was as I see pleasure on her face. Her face cutely contorts as she is about to bust her load deep inside me.

"Mmm f-fuck." Y/n cutely moans in pleasure.

I giggle. "Cum baby, cum in my slutty pussy."

*Y/n's pov*

I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer to cumming. My breathing gets heavier letting her know that I was close to cumming.

"Yes, yes cum in me. I'm not letting you go until you cum in me." Sam moans in pleasure.

"Mmm fuck." I moan in pleasure.

Sam giggles. "Cum baby, cum in my slutty pussy." Sam moans loudly in pleasure. Sam moans and leg traps me so I can't pull out.

Creampie #2:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside Sam. Sam moans and cums all over my dick. We both moan as I dhoot ropes of cum deep inside her and paint her walls white.

"Mmm fuck." Sam moans.

I rest my head against hers as I continue to slowly thrust in and out of her slowly pumping her full of cum. I help Sam ride out her high, once we both come down from our highs I slowly pull out of her.

Thick cum oozes out of her and onto the bed. We both lay there panting and trying to catch our breaths. "Fuck you are amazing in bed." Sam pants out.

I giggle and kiss her. "Mmm so are you." I smile and look into her eyes.

Sam giggles, she moves to the middle of the bed and gets on all fours. I bite my lip as she shakes her ass, some of my cum continues to ooze out of her and drips onto the sheets. I bite my lip and check out her ass. I smirk, I move behind her.

I slap her ass, Sam moans and jumps as I slap her ass.

"Fuck daddy I love when you spank me." Sam moans.

She moans as I slap her ass again.i smirk and rub my dick through her cum filled pussy.

"Such a good slut." I moan as I slide my dick back inside her cum filled pussy.

We both moan, I place my hand on her hip. I grab her hair with my other hand I wrap her hair around my hand. I slowly thrust in and out of her as I pull her hair.

"Fuck....fuck....fuck." Sam squeaks out with each thrust.

"Like that baby? Daddy's dick deep inside you stretching you out?" I ask teasing her.

Sam moans and nods. "Fuck yes, I love your dick deep inside me stretching me out."

Sam moans and throws her ass back against me as I continue to fuck her cum filled pussy faster and faster as I pull her hair.

I pull her close to me. We both moan as this causes my dick to go a bit deeper inside her. Shit this is so good I'm balls deep inside her.

"Shit I don't think I'll last long babe. Ugh your grip is amazing." I moan loudly in pleasure.

Sam giggles and moans throwing her ass against me sliding back and forth on my dick faster helping me out.

"I guess I should help you out and make you cum deep inside me huh?" Sam moans.

I moan loudly as I feel myself getting closer to cumming. Fuck her pussy was tight and warm and felt like heaven.

"Mmm I'm close." I moan.

"Ugh shit....me too." Sam moans.

I moan loudly my balls slapping against her skin as our moans fill the room. I moan loudly in pleasure her walls clench around my dick.

Sam throws her ass back against me as she slides back and forth on my dick faster and faster. Fuck shes really gonna make me cum.

"Ahh Sam baby I'm close." I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer.

Sam moans and goes faster and harder. I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer and closer to cumming.

Sam screams in pleasure and squirts again. Sam squirts all over my dick, and on the bed sheets.

"Baby, I'm really close." I moan.

I feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls as Sam goes faster and faster.

Creampie #3:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside her. Sam moans and cums all over my dick. We both moan as I shoot ropes of thick sticky cum deep inside her painting her walls white.

"Fuck I feel so full." Sam moans.

I smirk, I help Sam ride out her high. Once we both come down from our highs, I slowly pull out of her. Cum oozes out of her and glazes her folds and drips down her thighs and onto the bed.

I slap her ass again. Sam moans as I slap her ass, I lean down and kisses her ass. Sam moans as I lick her pussy from behind and lick up some of the cum, Sam gasps and moans and pushes her ass back against my face.

I wrap my arms around Sam from behind. I smile and kiss her back and neck, I pull her back and smirk as we are both laying in Reverse Cow Girl position.

I lay her on top of me, her back against my tits. I spread her legs with mine. I smirk as she's now in reverse cowgirl. Sam moans and shudders as I rub her clit with my dick. "Mmm fuck." She moans. I smirk as her legs shake and buckle in pleasure as I do this.

"Put it back in. Put it back in daddy." Sam cutely begs.

"Mmm yeah slut? You want daddy's dick back inside you?" I ask teasing her.

"Mmm fuck please daddy, Ive been such a good girl. I'm such a slut for your dick and cum. Please I want more." Sam says.

I smirk and grant her wish. I slide my dick back inside her, Sam moans as she takes my 11 inches back deep inside her. I moan as her walls immediately clench around me.

Sam moans and leans back against me as my dick is back inside her cum filled pussy. I place my hands on her hips, I spread her legs a bit more with mine and slowly thrust up into her pussy.

"Mmm fuck, right there. Ugh just like that." Sam moans.

I moan in pleasure and thrust up into her faster. My balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room, fuck her pussy felt so good. She had amazing grip, her pussy felt like heaven. Mmm so Wet and warm.

"Fuck baby you're so tight and warm." I moan.

I thrust up into her faster and harder. Sam screams in pleasure and grips the sheets, I make her look at me and make out with her. We both moan in the kiss as I continue to bottom out in her pussy.

We break the kiss, we rest our heads against each other's. "Feels so good. Don't you dare fucking stop, don't you dare stop. we aren't stopping until you give me every last drop of cum." Sam moans in pleasure

I smirk. "Yeah slut? You want more, such a naughty girl."

We both moan as I thrust up into her pussy faster and harder. "Fuck, I'm gonna squirt!" Sam screams in pleasure

I smirk, I slap and tease her clit. Sam moans and shudders as I do this, Sam moans loudly in pleasure and squirts. I smirk as I feel some of her juices go on my thigh. She squirts on the blankets and sheets.

We both moan, I continue to thrust up into her faster and harder. I moan as I feel myself getting closer to cumming. "S-Sam baby I'm close." I moan.

"Me too. Don't stop don't stop." Sam moans.

My balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room. I rub her clit with my thumb at a fast pace. My breathing gets heavier letting Sam know that I was close to cumming.

"Yes cum in me, cum in me." Sam moans.

I moan loudly In pleasure as I feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls.

Creampie #4:

I can't take it anymore, I thrust up into her and bust my load deep inside her. Sam moans and cums all over my dick. We both moan as cum oozes and spurts inside her painting her walls white.

I slowly thrust up into Sam. I help Sam ride out her high. I slowly thrust up into her as the last of my cum oozes and spurts inside her.

I moan and slowly pull out of her, my dick falls limp. Cum immediately pours out of her. Cum coats her folds and drips onto the blankets and sheets.

"Mmm fuck there's so much. I feel so full With your cum inside me." Sam moans.

I smirk. "Good,I stuffed you full, like the loser slut you are." I say rubbing her sensitive clit.

Sam giggles and shudders as I do this. "Mmm fuck, that was amazing." Sam looks at me and smiles. "Wanna shower together?"

I smile and nod. We go into the bathroom and shower together, we get dressed. Sam changes into my clothes, I smile and kiss her deeply and lovingly.

"Mmm you look good in my clothes." I say.

Sam blushes and smiles. "Thank you babe."

I smile. "I can get used to this."

Sam smiles. "Me too." Sam rests her head against mine as we lay there and look into each others eyes. "Y/n, I've had the biggest crush on you.... Will you be my girlfriend?" Sam says.

I smile and nod. "Yes, hehe I had a crush on you too. Yes Sam, I'd love to be your girlfriend."

We smile and kiss again. We order breakfast, we go get coffee and do a little coffee date. We come back to her room and just cuddle and watch movies for the rest of the day.

[alyswritings]

Insecure

Request: This is my first ever request could you make a Jj maybank sister reader? Y/n goes home to find Luke high and drunk he says mean words to her and calls her like a ‘slut’ and ‘fat’ ‘ugly’ for the way she looks and dresses and gets insecure. JJ realises the changes in her seeing that she wears leggins now with big shirts or hoodies even though it’s hot. Then they bump into Luke with the pogues one day and he makes a stupid comment like “Good Job for listening” and Jj is confused until Luke brings up that she looks like a ‘who’re’ and is ‘ugly’ and Jj gets mad and is like ‘you’ve been acting like this bc of him” as she stopped eating too

JJ Maybank x sister!reader

Summary: JJ finally realizes why Y/N started acting differently.

Warnings: insecurity, body & slut shaming, not eating

a/n: please don't read if this could trigger you at all!! thank you for the request, hope you all enjoy.

(gif not mine)

Y/N takes a deep breath as she walks into the house, only returning so she can get more stuff to keep at the chateau. She's getting a few things for JJ too, knowing he's running out of stuff and will stay away as long as he possibly can.

Y/N manages to get to her room undetected and quickly gathers a few things. Walking out, Y/N flinches when Luke walks up.

"What the fuck you doing here?" Luke asks, his words slurred, Y/N able to smell the alcohol wafting off of him.

"I... I'm just getting some things." Y/N says quietly.

"I hope it's better clothes." Luke grumbles. Y/N looks down at her crop top and shorts.

"What's wrong with my clothes?" Y/N questions, frowning.

"You need to cover that up." Luke pinches the stomach of her skin making her tense up and take a step back. "You're dressed like a slut, ya little idiot."

"Wh-- I am not." Y/N frowns.

"Please. You're asking for some guy to come and take advantage of you." Luke says. "Granted who would want to get with your ugly ass." Y/N wraps her arms around her stomach.

"I, uh... I-I have to-- to get some stuff for JJ." She says, successfully getting to her brother's room without Luke stopping her. Mulling over her dad's words while she collects JJ's things, Y/N studies her brother's drawer full of his shirts.

Looking down at her stomach, she pinches the skin there, her frown deepening. Stuffing a few extra shirts of JJ's inside the bag for herself, she quickly goes to her room and grabs sweatpants and hoodies.

She walks over to her dresser that has a mirror above it. Putting her bag down she faces the mirror sideways, looking at her stomach. She pinches the skin again, walking back a bit and glancing over the rest of her body.

Y/N grabs the two bags and quickly leaves the house before she has to deal with Luke again.

- - -

The pogues are sitting out on the porch and Y/N is curled up in a corner on the couch. It's been a few days since she got more stuff from home, Luke's words already effecting her.

She's dressed in one of JJ's shirts and a pair of sweatpants. She has her legs pulled up to her chest, her arms wrapped around them.

"All right. So, HMS Pogue?" John B questions.

"Always." Kie says.

"Yeah." Pope agrees.

"Let's go!" JJ exclaims, standing up with his beer. "Y/N/N?"

"Uh... uh, no, I'm good." She shakes her head.

"You're turning the boat down?" Y/N asks.

"Yeah. Yeah, I... I'm just on my period. Not in the mood." Y/N says.

"Oh. You... you need medicine or-- or chocolate or something?" JJ asks.

"No. No, I'm good." She forces a small smile.

"Okay." JJ nods. Y/N diverts her gaze to her lap, missing JJ's concerned look. He reaches out and ruffles her hair before walking off.

- - -

A few weeks later and Y/N's change has become more noticeable, mostly to JJ.

"Y/N, how are you not melting right now?" Kie questions, seeing the sweats and hoodie the girl is wearing.

"I'm fine." Y/N shrugs.

"Dude, it's, like, 100 degrees." John B says.

"Yeah, well, I'm cold." Y/N says.

The others share some looks.

"Here. Have some pizza." JJ holds out a piece of pizza to her.

"No, thanks." Y/N moves his hand away.

"Wh-- you didn't eat breakfast." JJ says.

"Yeah, well, I'm not hungry." Y/N says.

"Y/N--"

"I'm not hungry, JJ. Jesus." She heavily sighs, getting up and going inside. JJ stares after her worriedly.

"You guys see the difference in her, right?" JJ asks.

"I notice she's wearing winter clothing in 100 degree weather." Pope says.

"Yeah, but-- but she's not, like... you know, her personality is different. She won't talk about anything."

"I'm sure she's fine. I mean, were you all that happy go lucky when you were her age?" John B asks.

"She's a year younger than me, dude. You know how I was." JJ says.

"Exactly." John B says.

"Just... just keep an eye on her." Kie says. "You push her, it'll probably only drive her away."

JJ sighs, looking back at the chateau.

- - -

A couple of weeks later, the pogues are going to The Wreck after having been on the boat all day. They practically forced Y/N to go on the boat with them, the girl wearing shorts and a big t-shirt over her swimsuit. She didn't swim, staying on the boat with a towel covering her lap.

Now, she's in legging and a baggy long sleeve. JJ's noticed how her change has continued, still almost never not wearing pants and baggy shirts. She's gotten even quieter and she doesn't eat as much.

They're walking to the restaurant, the older four goofing around and laughing while Y/N silently trudges behind them.

They get to the front of the restaurant, stopping when somebody walks out, JJ freezing when he realizes it's Luke. Having been looking at the ground, Y/N bumps into her brother, having failed to notice him or the others stop. JJ holds an arm out in front of her, pushing her behind him, protecting her from Luke.

"Oh. You." Luke mutters.

"What are you doing here?" JJ asks.

"Free country, ain't it?" Luke says.

"Right." JJ mumbles.

"Okay, well, we're gonna go in. Come on." Kie says, trying to usher the others into the restaurant before some sort of fight breaks out. She grabs JJ's arm, dragging him towards the door knowing he's the teen that's most likely to crack. JJ keeps a hand wrapped around Y/N's wrist, dragging her behind him.

"Oh, good. I see you were smart enough to listen to me." Luke comments, noticing Y/N's clothing. The four older teens look between the father and daughter in confusion. Y/N lowers her head, wincing.

"Liste-- what?" JJ asks.

"Nothing. No. It-- it's nothing." Y/N insists. "Come on." She tries to go inside, but JJ pulls her back.

"No. No, what the fuck are you talking about?" JJ asks his father.

"None of your business. But least she ain't dressin' like an ugly whore now." Luke says.

"Like a what?" JJ's eyes narrow.

"Excuse you?" Kie glares at the older man.

"JJ, can we just--" Y/N tugs on his arm.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" JJ asks his dad, pulling his arm out of his sister's grip.

"J--"

"Always dressin' in those short ass shirts and tiny shorts. Walking around like some slut, just begging for attention."

JJ punches his father making him stumble. JJ charges at him, but his friends hold him back.

"Hey, hey, JJ!" John B exclaims.

"Hey. Not now!" Pope says

"No, no. JJ. Don't." Y/N pulls on his arm. "Please, don't. Stop." They all manage to drag JJ inside, the blonde storming off and to the bathroom to calm himself down.

- - -

Kie is helping her parents while John B and Pope are at a table and eating. Y/N is sitting outside at the docks, the slight breeze cooling her off enough to not make her be sweating so much. She's sitting sideways, looking down at the water.

She looks up when she hears noise and turns to see JJ put a plate of food down in front of her along with a cup of soda.

"Eat this." JJ says, pushing the plate closer to her.

"JJ..." Y/N mutters.

"Y/N, when's the last time you ate?" JJ asks. Y/N opens her mouth to answer. "And don't lie to me." Y/N sighs, running her hand through her hair.

"A while, I guess." She says.

"Exactly. Eat." JJ pushes the plate closer. Y/N sighs and picks up a fry, biting into it.

"There."

"Eat more."

Y/N rolls her eyes, but slowly nibbles on the food, realizing how hungry she is the more she eats. JJ stays silent next to her, trying to think of how to form his thoughts into words.

Y/N is halfway done with the fries when JJ finally talks.

"So he's why?" JJ asks making Y/N look up at him. "He's why-- why you've been dressing differently and-and not eating, why you've been quiet."

"Maybe." Y/N mumbles.

"Y/N." JJ puts his hand on her head, forcing her to look at him. "You know that nothing that he said was true, right?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I guess." Y/N says, frowning.

"No. No guessing. Y/N, it's not true. You-- you're not a slut or-or whore or whatever the fuck he called you. And you can wear whatever the hell you want."

"JJ, you don't even like me owning, like, only crop tops." Y/N retorts.

"Hey, I don't give a shit what you own and/or wear. I care that other guys stare at you like a piece of meat." JJ corrects. "You can wear what you want. And if somebody's a bitch to you about it, I'll kill them."

Y/N manages to smile a little.

"Guess you gotta kill dad, then." Y/N comments.

"Yeah. Yeah, I guess so." JJ says. "And you're not ugly. Okay? You are beautiful, inside and outside. You're funny, caring, sweet. So you don't have an ugly personality. And you don't look ugly. Your eyes twinkle when you get excited about something, you have that cute little button nose you've had since you were a baby."

"Your hair is, like, super soft for whatever reason. Genuinely, it's like a pillow." He says making her laugh a little. "Your smile lights up a room. When it's a real smile, anyway. You're pretty, kiddo. Don't let our drunk, coke addict, shithead dad convince you otherwise."

Y/N smiles a little, leaning over and hugging him. JJ wraps his arms around her, resting his head on top of hers. He kisses her on the head, scratching her head.

"And, please, don't stop eating, either. We both know that's unhealthy." JJ says.

"I know. I'm sorry." Y/N mumbles.

"Don't. No. You don't have to be sorry." JJ says. "I love you."

Y/N smiles a little, looking up at him.

"Did you just say "I love you"?" She asks with a small smirk.

"Oh, shut up." JJ rolls his eyes and Y/N laughs.

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[12romy]

1644 lewis mpreg pls 🙂‍↕️ or even just a kid blurb

Okayyy, here we go, it took a bit long cause it got out of hand lmao, so here's 2k of pregnant Lewis... You're even getting smut. As a little treat ^^

Hope you enjoy~

Lewis is a little shocked as he gets out of the doctor’s office, blood work in his hand and all sorts of pamphlets he’d never think he’d ever get for himself.

Pregnant, the doctor said. He came here because he had been feeling under the weather for a few weeks and the team doctor suggested it.

He didn’t even know- he’s forty-two, for fuck’s sake. Male carriers usually stop being fertile around thirty-five, so he stopped taking the pill five years ago. It should’ve been safe.

That’s why he and Charles don’t use any kind of protection.

But it turns out he’s sixteen weeks pregnant and hasn’t even noticed. He’s not showing at all, although the doctor says it tends to happen when the parent is unaware they’re pregnant. Now that he knows, it should start showing soon.

Amongst the pamphlets, he’s also got a picture of the echography. Apparently, they’re healthy, and well developed – although a little small.

He’s got exactly one week to decide if he wants to get an abortion – and he’d only be allowed to do it because even if it’s supposed to be too late, it is a risky pregnancy. The life-threatening type at worst, but “on bed rest as soon as he hits the third-semester” type at best. He’s way past the average age of male pregnancy, although it’s not completely unheard of.

He walks back home. He needs to clear his head, and he’s struggling to understand exactly what is going on.

God, what is he even going to tell Charles? Their apartment in Monaco, like every place in Monaco, is only big enough for the two of them – between their offices, music rooms, and race sims. They’ll need to move if they decide to go through with this... Wow.

This is too much.

He can hear Charles rummaging in the kitchen as he enters, and the smell of food hits him, making him realise he’s famished.

“Welcome back, mon amour,” Charles smiles, and wraps his arms around Lewis before kissing him on the cheek. “Are you okay, you seem off… Is it bad? Did the doctor find something wrong? Lewis, is it curable, are you okay?”

Lewis forces a smile on his lips. “I’m okay,” he croaks out. “Nothing bad, just uh… Can we sit?”

Charles nods and kills the fire under the food before sitting at the table. Lewis wordlessly fishes the pamphlets and pictures out of his backpack and dumps everything on the table.

Charles frowns, looks at it, and then in the middle of it, finds the echography. He holds the picture with trembling hands.

“Is this- Lewis,” he stutters. “Are you pregnant?”

Lewis nods wordlessly, fearing Charles’ reaction. They’ve been together for years, but haven’t talked that much about having kids, other than in a theoretical, distant future thing.

Lewis is clearly worried for nothing because Charles melts into tears.

“I- You’re pregnant,” he repeats, sobbing, and it finally gets to Lewis who starts crying as well. He couldn’t cry in the doctor’s office, even when he saw the echography in front of him, on the screen. He’s crying now. Charles is holding his hand, and they’re both letting tears run down their cheeks freely.

“I’m pregnant, yeah,” he breathes out, and suddenly it becomes real. They’re gonna be dads.

“I- what do you want to do?” Charles asks once his sobs quieted down. “It’s your choice.”

“I- don’t know,” Lewis shakes his head. “I don’t know what to do, Charles… I’ve got a week to decide, the doctor said it’s gonna be risky. But I never thought I could- I want this so bad.”

“You have to think about yourself first, okay? You’re an athlete, I know how much our bodies matter in our line of work. You’re the priority. It’s up to you, alright?”

“It’s not just up to me!” he protests. “It’s gonna be your kids, too! We haven’t even talked about wanting children, and maybe it’s too soon for you…”

“Kids?” Charles frowns. “What do you mean, kids?”

“Well, yeah. That’s why it’s risky, having twins at my age is not the safest, and…”

“Twins?” Charles gasps. “But- there are two of them? I only saw one picture!”

“Yeah… It’s two girls.”

Charles goes through all the pictures again, including the ones where you can see both babies together, and starts crying again.

“I- okay, let’s talk about what you want,” Charles says once he gets a hold of himself.

“I- I’ve always wanted to be a dad,” Lewis confesses. “Never thought I’d be the one pregnant, of course… I mean, I wasn’t supposed to be fertile anymore by the time we got together. I had made my peace with that.”

“Does being pregnant scare you? Does it bother you?”

“No, it’s… I feel so lucky.” They stay silent for a moment before Lewis speaks again. “What about you? Would you… feel ready to have kids?”

“I do, yeah,” Charles nods. “I know we haven’t talked much about it, but I really want to have kids. But we can also have them later, through other means, if this is too much for you.”

“It’s not- I- I’m still processing everything,” Lewis says. “But I think I want to keep them.”

“That’s… that’s amazing,” Charles smiles. “Incredible. You’re incredible. Let’s take the week, okay? You said you had a week. Wait, how far along are you? We didn’t see anything!”

“Apparently, the babies are hiding, that’s why we didn’t notice… That’s also probably why I had more back pain recently.”

“It’s a good thing this is the summer break, we can take our time to figure it out.”

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As the doctor said, Lewis' stomach starts showing in the next few days. It’s freaky, how he goes from a flat belly to a little bump, then a more obvious one. Charles is all over him – hesitant, at first, but when Lewis tells him three days after finding out that he’s sure he wants to keep them… Well, Charles’ hands are on his belly whenever he can. It’s very sweet and very cute. Charles even starts talking to their babies, murmuring sweet words against his stomach.

Lewis can tell the sight also turns Charles on. It’s a bit difficult to miss, the way he’s staring at the bump, and at Lewis in general. Not that he doesn’t do it usually, but this is – more intense.

At the same time, he can also tell Charles is extremely careful with him, which is probably why they didn’t have sex once since they found out about his pregnancy.

And Lewis is tired of it. He’s horny, alright.

He gets tired of it after a week and ends up simply cornering Charles. To make it even less unsubtle, he waits for the right moment, which is right as he exits the bathroom, only wearing a towel around his waist, showing off the bump that keeps being more and more obvious.

Charles panics, blushes, and tries to look away, which is very cute, and very endearing. Lewis presses up a leg between Charles’ legs, smiling to himself as he feels his erection. It must be painful, really. He’s pretty sure Charles took more showers these days only to jerk off.

“I’m kind of tired, of you avoiding me,” he whispers sweetly in Charles’ ear. “If you want something, you really should just ask.”

“I- don’t know what you’re talking about,” Charles mumbles. Lewis chuckles.

“You do know that pregnant people still have sexual life, right? In fact, with the hormones, I think I’m even hornier than usual. Just thought you should know.”

Charles makes a little strangled noise and squirms a little against Lewis.

“I- didn’t know,” he hesitates. “But… this is a risky pregnancy, the doctor said you needed to take it easy and all.”

“I mean, it’s not like I’m asking you to take me right now on the ground for two hours straight,” Lewis teases. “We can get in a comfy bed, make it real good for you and for me… I do feel like getting fucked hard, but I’m sure we can find a way to make it happen.”

It seems like Charles’ brain has left by this point because he can’t seem to form any words. He does pull Lewis toward the bedroom, struggling to hide his excitement.

Lewis follows happily and lets the towel slip on the ground on the way. When Charles turns again, he yelps and stops to stare a bit more, before finally kissing Lewis with passion.

“I’m wearing way too many clothes for this,” he complains and proceeds to strip. Lewis sits on the bed to enjoy the show – although it’s not much of a show with how hurried Charles is. He still enjoys the view, and shamelessly jerks off to it.

The second Charles is out of his pants, Lewis pulls him toward the bed and enjoys the feeling of skin-on-skin contact as Charles straddles him. God, he has missed this. He kisses him hungrily, the two of them rubbing against each other in an almost desperate way.

“Okay, how are we doing this? Maybe you’ll be better on your back?” Charles asks. “Or on the side, maybe?”

“Depends on you, but you’ll get a better view if I’m on my back.”

That seems to convince him, because the next thing he knows, Charles has gently pushed him further on the bed and is peppering kisses all over his chest and belly. Lewis will never get tired of the way Charles is looking at him right now. He’s never looked more in love, which is saying a lot because he never thought it was possible.

Charles is softer than ever when it comes to prepping him and keeps asking if Lewis is comfortable or needs anything. While this is very cute of him, it also gets old a bit quickly. Lewis is reaching the end of his patience.

“I swear to god, Charles, if you don’t fuck me soon, I will do it myself and you’ll have to watch,” he threatens.

“I just want to make it comfortable for you,” Charles pouts, an adorable expression on his face. Lewis is positively melting – but, he is also done with waiting. Charles has spent a long time stretching him, driving him insane, on edge, and more than ready.

When Charles doesn't get on the move, Lewis grabs him by the wrists, grins, and flips their positions.

“Alright, babe, you had your chance, I’m taking control now,” he purrs. He can feel Charles shiver under him, and he moans loudly when Lewis sits on his cock with one smooth movement.

“Fuck, Lewis!” he gasps, hips bucking up unwillingly and driving his cock further into him. Lewis whines, the movement nailing his prostate, and slowly starts to move up and down Charles’ cock.

“That’s the idea,” he grunts, and Charles finally gets the message. He starts to push back against Lewis, burying himself into him and sparking pleasure with each motion.

Lewis is more sensitive than usual, he finds out, and he already feels close after a few thrusts. He is a goner the moment Charles wraps a hand around his cock, his other hand resting over his belly.

He lets out a cry of pleasure and comes hard all over Charles’ head. Charles follows right after, probably from the way Lewis’ muscles spasm around him.

“I can’t believe it,” Charles sighs with please, breath ragged. “You’re so beautiful… So beautiful, mon amour.”

Lewis chuckles and slowly eases off Charles with a wince.

“Fuck, are you okay? You should’ve taken it easy!” Charles freaks out, immediately, and Lewis smiles.

“I am perfectly fine. I wanted a good fuck, and I got it. I do expect you to do more work next time, sweetheart. And once again, I am not made of glass.”

“Well, yeah, but you’re carrying our babies… Sue me for wanting to take care of you,” Charles pouts again.

“You’re perfect,” Lewis sighs, overwhelmed with affection. “I love you.”

“I love you too. All three of you.”

They cuddle. Charles is the big spoon, a protective hand over Lewis’ stomach. Lewis doesn't sleep but dozes off a little. He is woken up by the strange sensation of something moving in his belly. He's taken aback, at first, scared and worried about the foreign feeling.

“Did I actually feel that?” Charles exclaims, and Lewis frowns.

“The… thing, right now? You also felt it?”

“I think one of the babies kicked! Holy shit!”

Lewis can't believe it. So that’s what it was! A kick! The realisation brings tears to his eyes, this time.

“It’s a bit early for kicks, isn’t it?” Lewis hums, not knowing if he should be happy or concerned about it.

“I mean, it’s our daughters we’re talking about. It’s not that surprising. Maybe they’re just in a hurry to get into a kart,” Charles jokes.

“They are not getting into a kart before they’re like, twenty,” Lewis declares, and Charles snorts.

“They’re our kids. Trust me, if they want to be in a kart, they will be.”

“I guess you have a point,” Lewis beams. He feels two more kicks, and it almost feels like it’s an answer.

God saves the paddock from their little Hamilton-Leclerc menace - he's pretty sure Charles with fight him for the order of their last names, but he's not gonna lose so easily.

That's a problem for later, however. For now, Lewis simply lets Charles hold him close and decides to doze off a bit more.

Don't hesitate to send more chewis prompts!

[satosugusandwich]

𝔏𝔢𝔱 𝔐𝔢 𝔖𝔢𝔢 𝔜𝔬𝔲’𝔯𝔢 𝔐𝔢𝔞𝔫…

True Form!Sukuna x Fem!Afab!Reader (This is an AU!!! Sukuna is not a homicidal maniac cannibalistic murderer! I think he’s sexy and my morals say no dick from crazy murderer BUT dick from crazy 😍)

Cw: implications of violence, vomit, reader thinks everything is suggestive… that’s it I’m pretty sure. Does red meat need a content warning???

Description: You've been friends with Yuji Itadori for some time now and have seen the best, the worst, and the strange in all your years of knowing him. You've never thought he was one to have any crazy secrets and well... you were wrong. And now the demon bound to Yuji is bound to you too! How fun! Good thing that you aren't stupid and won't fall for a being that by no means should you have ever interacted with! Right? Right...?

*Yuji is aged up but there will be no sexual stuff with him except maybe like a brief mention but yeah*

Chapter 4 Here!

Chapter 5: I’ll Do It

You woke in the morning, sweaty, still dressed in last nights clothes, arousal soaking in-between your legs, and grotesque confusion. Why were you dreaming of Sukuna sucking at your clit and why was he so fucking good at it? Well, he does have two mouths, but what does that have to do with anything? It was the weekend and it had been officially one week since you were nearly trafficked and kidnapped, you weren't feeling exceptionally positive, but it was certainly a lot better than sobbing and not even being able to look at yourself in the mirror. You also were used to Sukuna lounging in your living room or stealing food from your kitchen and you also were used to Yuji sleeping either in your bed or somewhere on the floor. You knew you didn't want this to be permanent and neither did Itadori, he missed his bed. You both wondered what was going on in Sukuna's head, but neglected to ask, mostly treating him as though he wasn't there. Sukuna didn't care, he was used to it, but he definitely noticed your jumpy behavior today.

First thing in the morning and you're back to staring at him like you did the first few days. He must've really upset you to make you this on edge again is what he thought, he had no clue that you were moaning his name in your sleep last night or that you got off a multitude of times on his tongue within your dream last night. Sukuna was really laboring over what he should do now that he's upset you so much, he would normally be indifferent, but there was something that really nagged him knowing you were mad at him. Really, it was quite the opposite for you, all of what you were mad over has now been replaced with why you had that dream instead.

“You’re finally awake.” Sukuna noted, giving you an uncharacteristic greeting.

“Y-yeah.” You answered, nervous that he might know somehow.

Sukuna attempted to start a conversation, hoping it’d read as him trying to not be abrasive. “Did you sleep well?” You did drink a lot, he knows he’d pass the fuck out really hard.

Your mind was running with thoughts. “Uh, yeah. Did you?” You were desperate to go back to your room now and shower.

“I slept for most of the night. I take so many naps I never sleep long.” Sukuna shifted on the couch, leaning on his hand.

What if you were moaning in your sleep and he heard you!!! Oh no!!!! “That’s good then.” You rushed back in your room with some orange juice in your hand. “I’m gonna shower.” Why would you tell him that, what if he sees it as suggestive?

It makes sense, you stink like alcohol and slept in last nights clothes, he can wholly understand wanting to be clean. He gave you a glance and a nod before turning on the TV to find something else to watch.

Shedding all the layers of your clothes and sitting down on the toilet, you repeated the dream in your mind over and over again. You must’ve dreamt of him because of how desperate you’ve been for the past months to actually get off and have good sex and he’s just the closest male in the vicinity so you dreamt about him! Yeah, that has to be it! There’s nothing else there, he’s just a man with 2 mouths, 4 arms, that’s unusually large, and recently watched a show about sex on your Netflix account, so you naturally threw everything together in your mind. It only makes sense.

You made the water really hot before standing under it and letting it soak every part of you. It’s like you wanted to get everything off of you. From the trauma of the past week, to Sukuna eating your pretty pussy out. You shoved everything down and into the back of your mind quickly, focusing on the fact that you need some good dick and the closest men with the best reviews frequented the bar you were at last night, you’re just gonna have to reach out. The problem is that you’re going to have to interact with Sukuna more today and you’re not looking forward to it. The good thing is that you’re going to have to go to work so you’ll have some time away from him and will be able to stop thinking about him and just make some money.

It wasn’t going to be a long shift today, just a short one and you were grateful especially because it was a busy day for you. Working as a server hasn’t been too awful, some people are really mean and others are very kind, which is something you are grateful for after a terrible week. You don’t have to go in for a few more hours, but you have a few things you need to do, including going to the store and just doing regular college kid things.

There was a knock on your bedroom door and Yuji called to you from outside the bathroom. “Hey, can I ask a favor?”

You peeked your head out the bathroom door. “Yes?”

“Me and Megumi haven’t been able to go out together, you’d be okay if Sukuna had to be around you today right? I almost never get any real privacy with him around, ya know. I’ll do the same when you have people around too!” He had a bright and innocent look in his eye and he was already dressed to go out. As much as your anxiety said no, your mouth said otherwise.

“Yeah. It’s okay. He’ll actually be able to maintain some distance now, since I’m feeling a lot better.” You told him, hoping that it was true and your subconscious was actually feeling safe because you might go absolutely insane if you have to have him over your shoulder the whole night.

He grinned. “Yaaay! Would you be okay if I spent the night at Megumi’s too?” He looked so excited, you can’t say no! “You seem to be feeling a lot better now.”

You hesitate but he seems to ignore it. “Yeah, that’s fine.” You two don’t live far apart, you live in the same complex, but still, you might be a little anxious staying alone again. “I will be okay.” You exited the bathroom, now dressed completely.

He ran up to hug you. “You’re the best, thank you! I’ll see you in the morning then, be sure to text me, okay?” Yuji let you go and got ready to run out.

“I will, don’t worry.” You definitely will, so long as Sukuna doesn’t watch you the whole time.

Yuji gave Sukuna a quick wave and he responded with a grunt, seeming to not care. He got of glimpse of you from within your bedroom, all four eyes watching you before you closed the door to do some quick homework. Sukuna scoffed when you shut it, confused as to if he’s pissed that you’re mad at him or if he’s pissed because he’s so bothered by it. In a weird way, Sukuna was happy to be stuck with you today. If he can’t get you to tell him what’s wrong, he’d figure it out himself.

A few hours passed and you told him you had to go to the store. You were able to walk there since there was one right across the street so you were able to put in headphones and drown him out. All you had to get were basic toiletries, some food, and you wanted to get another game to keep yourself entertained in these tumultuous times. Sukuna stayed a few feet back, looking around the store for things that caught his eye. While in the women’s items section, you tried to hurriedly stash some pads in your basket, but he couldn’t help but stare at the vibrators they have right beside the condoms. He has some familiarity with them thanks to the show he watched a few days ago, you definitely noticed him smirking at the selection and tried to hurry along. When you went to the back for a game, he analyzed all the titles and cases, wondering what each of them are. You picked up an old Mortal Kombat that had recently been rereleased and decided to go with it, Sukuna found it amusing you selected a fighting game.

Then came Sukuna’s favorite part of any store, the food. He walked over to the red meat, poking at prodding at it. “These seem nice.”

Walking over, you realized the you didn’t know what he liked to eat but he clearly does eat a lot. “You like steaks?”

His lower set of eyes looked to you. “Yes, I like all kinds of meat.”

What does he mean by that???? “I can get some for you.” Ignore, ignore, ignore the suggestiveness.

“Hm, then get these.” He lifted two hefty pieces and put them into your basket, you almost forgot that he was invisible to everyone else and realized you probably just looked crazy telling thin air you’d get meat for them. No one paid any attention to you so they must’ve assumed you were on the phone thanks to your headphones.

“Anything else?” Your neck craned up to him and you were reminded of how insanely tall he is.

“Get whatever you’d like. I eat anything so long as it’s cooked well.”

You started to move along, picking out a few vegetables. “You seem to really like food.”

Sukuna scoffed, “isn’t it normal for every creature to like food?”

You didn’t know if he thought your question was ridiculous or you. “Well, not everyone sees food as this huge thing, it’s crazy to me. If I could, I’d have a personal chef at all times.”

“I used to have a chef.” He said nonchalantly, eyeing the huge, bright lit-up advertisements near the front of the store. “They cooked the most incredible meals. Saved me a lot of time.”

You were surprised. “You cook?”

He laughed this time. “Back in my day, you had no choice.”

As much as you wanted to complain about the cringiness of his comment, you knew it was true. The convenience of having a personal chef was rare and something only achieved by those in power or men of the house. The average person had to learn to cook.

After checking out all of your items and unpacking them at home, you realized you were nearly late and changed into your clothes faster than you have your entire life. Sukuna watched you scramble in amusement, your panicked state bringing out that fire he wished he could see more often. It really was so hard for him not to tease you when you made it so easy!!! For you, you had totally forgotten about your sex dream and everything else that had been bothering you, so by the time you were in the car and ready to go, you jumped out of your skin when he opened the door to get in the backseat.

“Fuck!” You called out and he chuckled. “Scared the hell out of me!”

He laid in the backseat, comfortably positioned while you drove off. You turned on the radio and tried to skim through music, but it was embarrassing having someone hear what you listen to, but even more embarrassing to realize he’d probably heard it all before when you were with Yuji. And then there you go again, thinking about your wet dream.

The ride over there was nearly unbearable, all the thoughts you tried so hard to repress were back up and at ‘em and even worse now that you realized quite a few things.

1. Sukuna has seen likely a lot more than a few private moments when you’ve been with Yuji.

2. He’s also most definitely heard when you listen to naughtier music.

3. He’s seen that you watched that Netflix show.

4. He could’ve very well heard you moaning in your sleep.

To your chagrin, Sukuna has to go inside with you even though you think you feel a lot better. He doesn’t seem to mind that much, wandering through the restaurant freely and listening to people’s conversations. You clocked in and immediately were put to work because of course it’s busy right when you come in. You helped your coworkers out and did your best to narrowly avoid Sukuna as you walked through, but it seemed like the other people just walked right through him as if he was a ghost. You didn’t have that luxury, if you bumped into him, you’d fall right onto your ass. Sukuna, as much as he wanted to see you flustered, knew that it wasn’t worth it so he attempted to help you out by staying out of your way. Eventually, he decided to rest in the waiting area and then he noticed something.

A man with dark hair, dark eyes, a nasty smirk, and a mean ass scar on his neck walked in. He recognized that scar, especially since he was the one who put it there. The man didn’t notice him, letting Sukuna know that if he is working with demons, they certainly aren’t nearby, especially since he was basically right in front of him. Looking at him, Sukuna is especially observant of his features, he’s wearing expensive rings and has olive skin, he’s also wearing expensive clothes that cover most of his body minus where theres a few glimpses of his chest from under his shirt. He looks to be the picture of the average upper class man, well-put together with lots of money in his pockets. He must make a fortune off of selling those girls is the first thing Sukuna thought, he’s also rather bold for letting his scar show.

The hostess spoke to the man. “Hello Mr. Tamaki, is it just you today?” The woman knows him.

“Ah, no, I’m coming for a meeting today. I will be joined by three other men.” He spoke? Impossible. Sukuna destroyed his larynx, he knows he did. And who are these three men?

“I see. Do you want your usual spot?” The woman gathered menus and started walking them over.

“Yes please, and my usual server. I didn’t get to see her last week.” Mr. Tamaki was sat in a corner booth, privately stored away from everyone else, basically. It was the furthest spot from the door and closest to the back.

The man got sat down, checking his watch and then his phone before turning toward Sukuna and greeting his server with a smile.

“Hey, Miss Y/n. I missed you last week.” Oh you’re fucking kidding him.

Sukuna moved out the way so you could stand in front of the table, but he was very tempted to grab you and pull you straight out the restaurant to go home. He did put a hand on your shoulder, signaling he wants to talk to you.

You ignored the gesture and greeted your regular. “Yeah, I wasn’t feeling very good, but I’m happy to be back. How are you doing this week? Is business good, I heard you had a good offer given to you last week, but it slipped right out of your hands.”

Sukuna wanted to kill this man.

Mr. Tamaki simply smiled. “Yes, yes, it’s doing fine. It was disappointing but I won’t let that make me give up.”

Sukuna could feel himself about to lose it and he gripped your shoulder tighter.

You tried to nudge him off like it was just a muscle cramp. “Anyways, what are we drinking tonight?”

Mr. Tamaki pointed at some wine on the menu and you wrote it down on your ticket. “Do you know what the others will be having?”

Sukuna’s patience was seriously being tested, especially as the other men seemingly headed toward the table. Luckily, none of them were recognizable to him, so at least they weren’t involved in your abduction. But they were ogling you like some type of fine wine as they approached.

The man shook their hands as they sat and greeted you all the same. When they reached out to shake your hand, Sukuna grabbed your wrist to prevent you.

“Something wrong?” One of them said, an older man with gray hair and a receding hairline asked.

You shook your head and Sukuna was entirely ready to pick you up and leave. “I’m okay, I just need to go to the bathroom really fast.”

Sukuna tugged you in the direction of the employees restroom and you could barely keep up as he walked. When you got inside, he stood in front of the door and locked you both in. Before you could ask, he answered your upcoming question. “Mr. Tamaki was the driver. He’s definitely been watching you through your workplace. You need to quit.”

You felt dizzy. “Huh? But? I don’t get it.”

Sukuna looked serious. “He must have demons working with him as well, that’s the only way his throat could’ve healed so fast. And you don’t recognize him, do you?”

You shook your head slowly, tears welling up. “No, he’s always been so kind to me here. There’s no way—“

Sukuna sighed. “Trash like him always put on the most convincing front. Give me the word and I’ll do it.”

You felt so sick, you lifted up the toilet seat cover and got on your knees. “I’m gonna throw up.”

“I’ll do it.”

You heaved once and then tears started.

“I should’ve killed him then and there, Yuji is foolish to let a bastard like him live.” Sukuna prattled on, anger filling his entire body. “One command.”

“Just shut up!” You yelled and he looked at you wide eyed. “This is a lot for me—“ Then you threw up.

His expression softened, watching you heave and sob into the toilet. He would normally be disgusted, but seeing you this miserable made him pity you. Disregarding all the aggression he had just built up, a gentle hand was now on your back and two others had pulled your hair back. Sukuna didn’t even recognize what he was doing, he hasn’t done something like this for someone since his youth. The gesture shocked you.

“S-Sukuna.” You muttered, the taste of stomach acid turning your expression. “Thank you for being so kind to me.”

Funny, he thought, yesterday you were yelling at him for being an asshole, which he can admit he has been, and yet here you both are now. He must admit, hearing you thank him filled him with a warmth he had grown unfamiliar with after hundreds of years of isolation. He thinks he might be going insane.

“It’s no trouble.” He scoffed. “Can you get yourself together now?” His voice was soft and he was sure he’s going insane.

“Yeah. I think we should go home.”

He didn’t want to press about dealing with those men, he knew it was for the best and that you, ultimately, were a being of compassion similar to Yuji. You wouldn’t want him to be killed, but Sukuna surely hoped you’d make those men face consequences. And he’d enjoy it if he was the one to do it. But that can wait until later, he knows the one thing he has to do it get you home safely.

[hookedsworks]

Edge(ING) Fitness - Chapter 41

Vessel's POV

word count: 1175

ao3

masterpost

Someone knocked on his door. He wasn't expecting anyone, so he approached warily. III stood outside his door, shoulders hunched. Why the fuck is III knocking? He opened the door and III looked up from the ground. 

“III, what are you doing? Don't you have a key?” III ignored him, sliding into his house. Something was wrong. “III?” 

“Do you have coffee?” 

“Of course, but,” he stopped talking when III just walked away, into his kitchen. III grabbed a mug, made himself coffee and then plopped down on one of Vessel's stools. 

“I need to talk to you,” 

“O…kay,” Vessel could feel III's tension. “What's wrong?” 

“I don't know how to start,” 

“Well, just tell me, and we'll go from there,” III took a really deep breath. He was scaring Vessel. Is it his dad? Does he have cancer? Does III have cancer? 

“I watched II blow you last weekend!” He blurted out. Vessel short circuited. 

“Dude I thought you had cancer or something! Jesus…,” he trailed off, thinking for a second. Then he realized exactly what III had just shouted. "You watched...you saw II blowing me?"

 “I swear, I didn't mean to. It just...happened. I was scared, because of the thing with Ivy,"

 "The thing?" Vessel was confused. What thing? The phone call that Ives had told him about?

"You know. Where I told him I love him," oh, so he did say it. Vessel shook his head, trying to clear the confusion. 

"Right. The thing you haven't told me about because you've been ignoring me for a whole week. You're a mess, III," Vessel wasn’t even shocked, that was the thing. He knew. The minute III had told him about the way they’d clicked when they had first slept together, he knew. 

"I knoooooooow. I just... I wanted to apologize, is all. For seeing that," III looked so guilty, it was twisting Vessel’s heart. He was almost starting to feel bad for having sex in his own bedroom. He didn’t want III to feel guilty. He had to fix it somehow. A dirty little thought swept through Vessel. He thought he might know a way to get III to stop feeling so guilty. And he…he wanted III to like II, he thought. At least approve of II. He didn’t know why, but he asked. 

"Well...what'd you think?" III stared blankly at him. Like a computer crashing. 

"Of what?" 

"II,”

“I-” III cut himself off. He blew air out of his nose. Then he folded his arms. “Is this a trap?” 

“Well, no, not really. What did you think?” Vessel realized he really, really wanted to know and couldn't explain why. 

“I thought… I thought it was very nice, I guess,” III shrugged, looking down into his coffee. 

“Nice? Bro sucked my soul out,” but III was staring at the wall, ignoring Vessel. “It was a joke,” Vessel sighed. III mumbled something. “What?” 

“You looked really nice,” he got louder so Ves could hear. “You're…hot. I guess. Like…I noticed but I never noticed,” blood pooled in his cheeks. III thought he looked nice. 

“M-me?” Embarrassment mixed with flattery in his blood. III thought he had looked nice while he was getting head. He was staring into space, flattery overtaking embarrassment. III thought he was hot. III, who had been his best friend for decades. 

“Sorry, I overstepped… I uh…,” III slid off his stool. Vessel thought. III thinks I’m hot. Do I think III is hot? I mean…look at him. That undercut suits him well. Pretty eyes. Soft looking lips. He’s always so cute when he forgets his contacts and has to wear glasses. Yeah… III is hot. Seriously hot. He thought as III walked away. He snapped out of his assessment of III, realizing he was gone. 

“Stay,” he shouted, hoping III hadn’t walked out the door. Silence called back to him. He immediately text III

Come back

The door opened again a moment later. 

“III, it's okay. You didn’t overstep,” Vessel said the moment he could see III again. “Really…I mind less than I thought I would,” he meant it too. Which surprised him. But…it was III. It felt…kind of natural? They were best friends, after all. It did seem…weirdly…correct to think to share II with III. 

“He seemed…really…talented,” III stuttered out. Vessel grinned, remembering. He shifted his stance. “I…,” but III trailed off. He had something to say, and Vessel was going to get it out of him. 

“Tell me,” Vessel wanted to know everything. 

“I wish that I had been there, with you guys. If that's okay to say? Me and Ivy…oh…I wanted Ivy there so bad. I swear I didn't watch long but I've been dreaming about it since then,” 

Vessel thought about it. Wondered if II and Ives would ever want that. 

“It's fine to say. I…,” he warred with his own feelings. He tried to understand in a nanosecond and busted out with what he was thinking. “I think that would be really hot,” 

“I wonder if they'd be into it,” III mused. 

“You think I'm hot,” Vessel realized. It clicked again. III thought Vessel was hot. It was making Vessel look at III differently. In a different light. 

“Don't get a big head about it. I think your boyfriend is hot too. I think my boyfriend is hotter,” 

“Well…,” Vessel was going to say he thought III was hot too. Nerves struck him about it, almost as many as when he’d gone on the big steak date with II. Then, one of the first things III had said popped into his brain. “Wait. You just told me you told IV you love him. III, that’s huge!” 

“It was an accident. It slipped out. He’s probably terrified,” Vessel laughed, remembering IV proving the way he had called and texted III. The actions of a man desperate for his boyfriend to call him back. “What’s so funny?”

“He’s not. Scared I mean. Well, I think he talked himself out of believing what he heard. It was on the phone call you guys had after my show, right?” III nodded. “He was so worried about you not talking to him, but he wasn’t worried about that. I’d say he may even love you back. He showed me his phone, before your marathon, to prove that he had tried calling and texting. But II says he’s not…super emotionally in tune. He might not even know what he’s feeling, and that you should be patient with him,” Vessel was proud that he had remembered all II had wanted to tell III. 

“I thought II used to be a physical therapist,” Vessel cracked up. 

***

Vessel and III found themselves heading to the gym, on Vessel’s orders. Thunder ripped through the sky. Rain was coming down in sheets. They'd spoken about it for a while, and Vessel had decided they each needed to discuss it with their respective partners. Vessel had hope. He knew that if II said no, he'd respect it, but he…thought it would work out for them. 

[medig]

A Tale of Woe, Ep 33: The Magic Feather

(Previous Episodes)

"Contemplate this feather, Misty. What do you think it means?"

"It means you're an asshole. Next question?"

"It means we've been doing some research into your family history, and pulled the medical records from some family members of yours.."

"That's illegal. You're not their doctor, this ain't their hospital. You hacked in there to stalk me. Hope you enjoy prison. For your sake I hope it's not as bad as the way you people treat us in here."

"Unfortunately, this facility is now owned by the same parent company as the General Practitioner that treats your sister Susan. So everything is all in one database, everything is searchable with no hacking required. And one thing we noticed, is that your sister has been repeatedly written up as a difficult patient"

"Yeah, well, Suzie's kind of a pain in the ass. Runs in my family I guess"

"But specifically, one of the troubles they have with her is she always reacts negatively to examinations of her feet. This got our interest, so we researched further, and learned something very interesting..."

"Uhm.. where exactly are you going with this?"

"Your sister is extremely, pathologically ticklish. And since, as you say, many things run in your family, we expect that you may be as well. And we aim to find out."

"Oh... oh holy shit.. you cowardly sneaky.."

"This is what's going to happen next. My colleague and I are going to take that feather, and explore every inch of your body with it, and figure out exactly how ticklish you are and exactly where the most ticklish areas are."

"I... uh... no, I'm not ticklish. Very very not. Don't bother. Waste of your time.."

"We will be the judge of that, Misty"

"That, uh, that has no relation to my, uh, diagnosis. You already know I'm crazy! What does it matter if I'm also ticklish? Which I am not! This is malpractice! It's.."

"Misty, you know as well as I do that we can do whatever we want to you.”

"I'm outta here. I might not be able to run but I can hop.. You guys shoulda tied me up better than this!"

"You won't make it out of this room"

"Maybe not but I can still kick you in the nuts, wanna find out?"

"If you fight, you will lose, you will be sedated, and when you awake you will find yourself naked and tied spreadeagled to this exam table, with all of your most sensitive body parts exposed and ready for the feather"

"Is that different than what happens if I don't fight?"

"Not really, no"

"Look, uh, we can work this out! You know, all those things I do that you like? I can do more of that! I'll give you pain and pleasure like you've never felt before...

..no? Well, ok, we can switch! Yeah, how about that? How'd you like that, Daddy? Please don't do this Daddy, take me away someplace safe.."

"Shut up! You can't bargain your way out of this. Your level of resistance to this has already demonstrated that proceeding with it will be more.. of interest.. than anything else you can offer"

"I'll remember this! I'll remember this, and on the day they finally let me outta here, I'm gonna.."

"No, you won't remember. The injection we gave you a few minutes ago is already working to make sure you will forget this conversation, and everything else that is about to happen for the next several hours. We don't want to spoil the surprise when we repeat this next week."

"W-w-what did I do to deserve this? I've been good. There's something I've done wrong, something I can change, please tell me."

"Stop interfering with Claire's treatment! You're turning her against me. Stay out of it!"

"Well, first of all, fuck you. Second of all, you're a bad liar and I don't believe for a minute that selling out Claire to you will help me at all. Why even bother to tell me that if I'm just gonna forget it anyway? And third of all, fuck you! Time to fight. Come and get your magic feather, do your worst.."

CONTINUED HERE (NFSW)