#I mean he likes his new body but the shock of waking up looking completely differently throws him off for a little while lol

[multishipper-baby]

This is really stupid but the idea of Fred doing Fox's surgery is so funny to me for no reason.

[kingkat12]

seven minutes in hell (roman godfrey x reader)

WARNINGS: 18+, public sex(??), voyeurism, emotional extortion (Roman is such an ass omg), groping, foul language, smoking, angst, mentions of sex

summary: after you made out with Roman during a game of seven minutes in heaven, he insists that you owe him for not telling Letha about it-- how can someone so beautiful be so evil?

word count: 8,192 (yes I know lol)

PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7, PART 8

a/n: after having my inbox flooded w sweethearts asking for a part two, here you go!! I do advise new readers to read the first one before this, because idk how much sense this is going to make without it lol, but enjoy!!<33

Paranoia. That was the only word that could describe the week that followed the party where Roman and I had kissed.

I had spent every waking moment wondering when Roman would show up to cash in his debt or prick me with a goddamn needle. His words lingered in my mind, haunting me; "Fine, I'll be nice. But you owe me," The reminder of those words sent a shiver down my spine, and I couldn't help but wonder how I could've been so stupid as to rope myself into something like this.

Roman knew I liked him. In fact, he knew it very well. I couldn't even mask my feelings with hatred anymore, and everything about that made me want to throw myself off a cliff-- that would probably be more merciful than whatever it was that I had in store. 

After we had made out during seven minutes of heaven, I had to tell my best friend, Letha, that nothing had happened. If she found out that I had made out with her cousin, I doubt she'd want to have me hanging around any longer. And quite frankly, Letha was my favourite person in the whole world, so it was detrimental that she stayed close. She was like a ray of sunshine peeking out through heaps of stormy skies; there was no way in hell I'd lose her without a fight.

Which is why I needed to keep Roman in check, along with my body un-pierced by any incoming needles. 

The first time I saw him after the party, was a few days later in the cafeteria at school. I had stopped in my tracks, completely turning to stone as I watched him with his friends. It was almost as though I was afraid he'd see me if I moved, and to my shock, that's exactly what happened-- as I shifted my weight from one foot to another, harshly gripping my tray of food, his eyes landed on me with a quickness that immediately threw me into a state of panic. I bolted with speed I didn't know I had, not stopping until I reached the other end of the school, panting. 

The second time had been at the library. I had been looking for a specific book that was quite old, meaning I had to do a lot of searching-- the librarian had been of no help, of course. As I scoured the shelves of endless books, crouching down to get a look at the lower sections, I suddenly felt a pair of eyes on me from above.

I looked up to find Roman's green eyes staring at me from the other aisle; his height made it ridiculously easy to lean over, having no visual obstruction of my side of the shelf. Something about the smirk playing across his lips made me freeze up-- it felt like I was prey, about to be eaten whole. I let out a squeak of horror as I grabbed the first book I saw, not letting him get a word in before I dashed towards the exit without a second thought.

The third time was the absolute worst; I had been walking down the stairs with Letha, on our way to our shared history class, as we suddenly encountered Roman on his way up. I felt my heart beat against the books I now pressed tightly against my chest, holding my breath as he neared us with a conniving look on his face-- I was quite sure I had lost all the blood in mine.

As Roman and Letha had a conversation about some sort of family dinner later, I did my best to make myself as small as possible; I wondered whether I should slip away into the crowd or just throw myself down the stairs. 

I was quite sure that it was clear to Roman why I was avoiding him, and I was even more sure that it also was amusing to him. It was rather obvious, with the way he obnoxiously eyed me up with a growing grin. "You okay?" he asked, nudging me. "You look spooked."

Asshole. Just the slightest touch was enough to make me flinch, and my words came out in a breathy mumble; "I'm fine," 

Roman nodded, exchanging a look with Letha. He grew taller when he took a step up, inching closer as he leaned over to check which books I had pressed up against my chest. His long, slender fingers reached forward to tug at one of the books to get a better look, and I would've missed the note he slipped down along the front of my history book if I had blinked. As Roman pulled away, dragging his fingers through his hair as though nothing had happened, I held my books as tight to my chest as I possibly could to not let the note slide down to the floor. 

My heart was beating harder than ever as Roman made his way past me, his familiar cologne lingering in my system as Letha and I made it to class five minutes early. As she left to use the bathroom, I could finally put away my things, inhaling a shaky breath as I checked the note;

meet me behind school in an hour, or I tell Letha everything

I couldn't help the groan that escaped me, ripping the piece of paper to shreds. This was not going to end well.

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Somehow, I had managed to pry myself away from Letha for long enough to make it in time for my meeting with Roman. I was tugging at the sleeves of my jumper, anxiously ripping at the fabric. Wondering whether I should've worn protective gear to shield myself from any needle-kinks he might impose on me, I trembled with fear-- I didn't want to see him. 

Despite my wishes, Roman eventually came around the corner, a rather mischievous smirk spread across his soft, pink lips as he neared me. His hands were tucked into his pockets as he leaned against the wall next to me, his green eyes etching themselves into my skull. His usual cardigan was draped around his shoulders and over his white shirt, tied in the front, as he crossed his long legs in the classic Roman Godfrey stance. "I'm glad to see you came,"

"As if I had a choice," I mumbled, glancing at our surroundings, not wanting to be caught alone with him here. I had to do everything in my power not to look at the casual swoop of his hair, not wanting to think about how handsome he looked right now. "What do you want?"

Roman blinked twice, almost as though he had expected me to say something else. "Isn't it obvious?"

I was afraid my heart was pounding audibly in my chest. "No," My gaze darted down to my shoes, kicking away a nearby rock. "Can't we just forget any of it ever happened?"

"Well, that was sort of the draft of the original plan," Roman said, shrugging. "But you've clearly not been able to forget it, with the way you've been avoiding me for a week now... So it seems we have to resolve this, somehow."

Did this mean that I had only made things worse for myself? I wanted to hit my head against the wall and bleed out-- that would probably feel better than what I was feeling on the inside right now. "The actual kiss hasn't been on my mind much... Mostly just the needles,"

Roman let out a huff-- was it a laugh? "I'm not going to fucking poke you, could you calm down about that?"

"I can't be sure when it comes to you, Roman!--"

"So you haven't thought about it?" He cut me off, eyes sparkling with the need to know. "The kiss?"

If I'd had something to throw at him, I would've done so in a heartbeat. Why was he so keen on knowing that? "Not much,"

"Only at night?"

I couldn't even hold back my grimace, listening to him snickering like a proud toddler. "Definitely not," I grumbled, now kicking at another rock. "Why does it matter to you?"

Roman shrugged; "I don't think you understand how intriguing it was to find out you've liked me all this time," He watched as I continued to tug at the sleeve of my sweater, looking like a nervous wreck. The image before him made his grin widen. "You've been the biggest bitch ever, do you know that? I was dead sure you hated my guts until you begged me to fucking kiss you!"

"I didn't beg!" I exclaimed, protesting. "In your fucking dreams, Roman!"

He rolled his eyes, taking a step towards me. Feeling his presence inching closer, I stopped kicking the scattered rocks around me, looking up to meet his gaze.

Roman leaned down, matching himself on the level of my widening eyes. He studied me as I froze to my spot like an icicle, holding my breath to not get swept up in thoughts of how good he smelled and how soft his lips looked up close. "You're still running your mouth," he mumbled,  and I felt his eyes fall on my lips as well. "I thought you might get a little nicer if I complied with your little kiss."

His way of thinking had me furrowing my brows, confused. Was that why he kissed me? A tiny piece of my heart broke, the hope I had buried deep in my gut dissolving. Why had I ever hoped that his reasons for kissing me the way he did had been different? "I'll be nice if you agree that I don't owe you anything anymore. It's been driving me nuts,"

With this, Roman broke out into a rather abrupt laugh; "Are you kidding? There's no way in hell I'd absolve you of that, anymore,"

The laugh felt so damning, I couldn't help but shudder. I was two seconds away from kicking him instead of the rocks. "What do you want, then?"

Roman straightened up, the look on his face giving away that he was debating what to choose. "It's probably not something as bad as you expected it to be," he said, nodding to himself as he no longer met my hard gaze. "I'd just like it if you told me why you like me."

What? I stared up at him in disbelief, lips parting in shock. Had I avoided him like the plague over a simple question? Sure, it wasn't the most comfortable one to answer, but my mind had already concluded that he would stick me with needles like a voodoo doll and leave me for dead on a road somewhere.  "Uh... Could I ask why?"

"Nope,"

I nodded; "Okay...?" Clearing my throat, I pondered where to start. I hadn't actually thought about this question, and I had to scour my brain for the answer. "I don't know," I eventually mumbled. "I guess I just think you're handsome." Saying it out loud physically pained me, but I knew I had to get this over with.

Roman blinked twice, meeting my gaze with a rather empty look about him. "That's it?"

"I don't know? I think so," I shrugged, searching through my mind for more. "You're my type, I suppose. Tall, brown hair, green eyes... And unattainable. I guess that a part of me likes that you'll never like me back." Saying this out loud, however, was even worse. I hadn't thought about it like that up until this moment.

Roman seemed even more confused than I did. "So it was nothing that I did?"

Something told me he was searching for something more meaningful, but I had always known that my crush was superficial. "I don't think so..."

What followed would haunt me for days on end; Roman broke out into a rather maniacal laugh, running his hands through his hair in clear denial. "So it's just the same, then," he said in between hiccups of laughter. "It's not about me at all!"

I could only watch as he went into some sort of a mental storm, biting down on his lower lip to suppress the noise. "I don't think you quite understand how it is for no one to like you for you," Roman continued, now pacing back and forth as his trail of words sped up; "You've probably never had that problem, right? Guys probably like you because you're nice to them, I've seen that multiple times. Or that one guy that just hasn't left you alone since you sat together during assembly that one time-- what the fuck was his name?"

I held my breath; what on earth was I witnessing? "Roman, I think you're spiraling, let's just breathe--"

"Daniel, wasn't it?" Roman finally looked back at me, a cramped smile on display along his lips. "He definitely likes you for you, right? Not just because you're cute? That must be fucking nice." 

I had never imagined that I would pity someone for only being liked for their looks. Somehow, I found myself wanting to comfort him, and I had to fight that instinct. "It would probably be easier for you to find something real if you weren't such a prick," I mumbled. "If you didn't tug people's hair, throw stuff at them, or stab them with needles?"

That seemed to be enough for Roman to take a step back from his weird state, his pacing coming to a halt. Something seemed to be dawning on him, a crushing realization that should've come about ten years ago, but instead of taking it like an adult, he retaliated; "Well, you're not exactly doing any better than me! You've liked me for God knows how long, and you've treated me like utter crap!"

"Because you did the same to me!" I said, feeling my voice raise with my emotions. "You've had no interest in me, along with all the bullshit you've pulled all year! Don't you think it would probably be easier for me to like you for who you are if you had been a pleasant person to be around?"

Groaning, Roman turned his back to me, ready to walk away. After taking a few steps, he turned on his heel, facing me once more. Fury was burning in his green, green eyes, fists balling up as he spoke; "This is not over. You tell anyone just a tiny fraction of this conversation, I'll tell Letha I fucked you raw," 

My jaw fell in complete and utter shock as he walked away, cursing myself to the heavens and beyond. How had I managed to make this an even bigger mess than it was before I came? As I went back to kicking rocks, trying to catch my breath, bits of the conversation suddenly came back to me; did he just say that I was cute? That he had seen me with Daniel during assembly, and that he had spotted me talking to my previous flings?

This only made everything furthermore confusing; it was obvious that he didn't like me, either. But what on earth was going on in that brain of his?

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The next time I saw Roman was a few days later in the hallway during rush hour. I had spent several nights tossing and turning, trying to decrypt the conversation that continued to haunt me. The conclusion I arrived at, was that he might be lashing out with the needles and the childish behaviour because he didn't know how else to express interest. 

But then again, that would mean that he was very interested in me. I was sure something was wrong with that conclusion, but I couldn't pinpoint any other possible theory at this moment. I also couldn't shake how upset he looked when he found out my crush was purely superficial; was his need to be seen for who he was so overpowering?

So when I finally flagged him down, Roman was in a rush, and this was rather unfortunate; my legs were much shorter than his, and I had to go into a jog to not lose sight of him. Eventually, I caught up to him, grabbing his wrist and tugging at the sleeve of his shirt to get his attention.

Roman seemed rather confused, glancing down at me with a wild look in his eyes which quickly died out when he saw who it was. "What are you doing?--"

"You smiled at me in class," I confessed, feeling my cheeks redden. "The sun was hitting your eyes in a way that made them extra green, and you smiled at me and handed me a pencil. That's when I knew I liked you." Slowly, I pried my fingers away from his wrist, letting out the breath I didn't know I had been holding. It felt like an enormous weight had lifted off my shoulders, like the anxiety that clung to me had been washed away in a calm stream of water in the mountains.

Why did I feel such strong a need to tell him my crush wasn't purely superficial? That it had stemmed from the simplest act of kindness? I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Did I pity him that much? 

Roman's pupils expanded, and he stood as if glued to his spot. People kept passing us by, but it was as though all the surrounding sound died out. It was clear that his mind was racing, his brows drawing together in confusion-- or was it disgust? I couldn't be sure. Either way, my heart was thumping so hard in my chest that it hurt. 

I cleared my throat; "Have... a nice day," Before he could answer or make fun of me, I turned on my heel and bolted down the hall, knowing my heart wouldn't be able to take it if he shut me down once more. 

I couldn't take any more of this. Clutching my heart as I made it to my locker, I knew I had to get ready for class and that I didn't have time for the crushing feeling taking over my chest. 

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A big part of me had hoped that our last interaction would be the end of it all. That I wouldn't have to owe Roman anything anymore, that he wouldn't be threatening to tell Letha that we kissed or fucked or whatever-- I should've known that was an unattainable reality. 

I was practically falling asleep at the end of a long day of school. Exhausted, I allowed myself to close my eyes as I leaned my head against my palm, elbow at my table, waiting for class to start. A worrying thought popped into my head as I realized that chemistry was the only class I shared with Roman, which meant that he would probably be showing any time soon. 

With a yawn, I blinked several times, hoping to wake up as I sat back in my chair. I was about to do some stretches, but as I turned to my right, I let out a yelp, nearly falling off my seat.

And I would've fallen right down to the floor if Roman hadn't grabbed the edge of my chair, holding me back with one hand as though it was nothing. "Careful, there," 

That's exactly what he had said when we were in that damn closet playing seven minutes in heaven. I shivered, getting a severe case of deja vu as I looked back at him in disbelief. "When on earth did you show up?"

"Right around the time you nodded off," Roman's books were already on the table-- had I genuinely slept for a minute or two? How could I have missed this? He let go of my seat with a snicker, shaking his head; "You're quite the case, aren't you?"

I didn't like the sound of that. "What do you want? Why are you sitting here?"

"Could you relax?" Roman rolled his eyes, his mood worsening by the second. "Look around, Sherlock, there's nowhere else to sit."

It pained me to realize he was right. With a huff, I fought the urge to kick him under the table. As the teacher finally entered the classroom, excusing himself for being a few minutes late, I let out a sigh of relief; I hoped to avoid talking to Roman as much as possible from now on. After I had confessed to him and gotten nothing in return again, I was dead tired of seeing his gorgeous face-- it was physically painful, at this point.

As class started, I reached into my bag to find a pencil. A good minute passed by as I rummaged around, which eventually garnered Roman's attention; he immediately knew what I was looking for. He turned to me with a spare pencil which he had lying about on his table, holding it out in front of me.

Someone up there was definitely playing pranks on me-- I was sure of it now. With an embarrassed smile, I watched as the sun hit the green of his eyes, illuminating them further as I reached for the pencil. The tips of our fingers touched, just for a few seconds, but it felt like I had almost burned myself with how my nerves reacted to the nudge of his hand against mine. 

Roman seemed to understand the irony of the situation, the corners of his mouth tugging upwards into a dizzying look of kindness. 

There it was. The root of all my problems-- the simplest act of warmth along with the most beautiful smile I had ever seen. The bullshit that started it all. 

I hummed to myself as I broke eye contact, crouching over my table to start taking notes, desperate to distract myself. Every fibre of my being felt like it was buzzing with electricity, unable to calm down. 

It didn't take long before Roman shoved a small note onto my part of the table. I gave him a look before I opened it, sighing.

we need to talk. meet me by my car after school

Turning to Roman, I couldn't help but glare; this again? But his smirk melted me in more ways than one, and I knew that it could have consequences if I didn't go. 

Fuck.

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I waited until there were almost no cars in the parking lot in front of the school, hiding away in the library in the meantime. I didn't exactly want to be seen talking to him. As I finally walked out past the front entrance, I held my breath as I spotted Roman leaning against his red jaguar, typing away on his phone. I wondered who he was texting-- was it Brooke from the cheerleading team? No, it couldn't be; unless she still wanted to be with him after he pricked her with the legendary needle.

It didn't take long for Roman to put away his phone, watching me as I neared him. Something about the way his hair lay in waves over his forehead made him look like even more of a heartbreaker than he already was. "Long time no see, hm?"

I didn't even want to fake being entertained by that-- we both knew that we'd seen each other in class less than twenty minutes ago. "What do you want?"

Roman rolled his eyes; "Can't you at least act like you like me? We both know you do,"

Something about being called out like that didn't sit right with me, but I swallowed my curses. I had to be on his good side, after all, so that he wouldn't turn around and tell Letha what had happened between us. "Did you want me to come skipping down the stairs and run to you?" I asked, getting a good look at him. "Or maybe a blowjob before I bake you a pie?"

A humoured smirk spread across his lips, giving in to a chuckle. "You could at least start by standing a little closer?" Roman put his hands up in the air as though he was surrendering; "Look ma, no needles!"

I huffed, complying. I took a few steps forward, watching the last car leave in my peripheral view. It was definitely not a good idea to be alone with him like this-- I should've known better. 

This didn't seem to be enough for Roman, who proceeded to tap the spot next to him on the hood of his car. 

I groaned; "Roman, come on--"

In a swift motion, he hooked his fingers inside my front pockets, dragging me forward as I yelped. Roman grabbed my hips, forcing me down on the car with a soft thud. With wide eyes, I turned to him, watching his hands disappear back into his pockets. 

"You're infuriating," Roman mumbled under his breath, fishing out a pack of cigarettes from his right pocket. He held it out in front of me; "Want one?"

Honestly, I had only smoked once. It had resulted in me coughing up what felt like half a lung. "No, thanks," 

He shrugged, lighting up a cigarette as he hummed. This little dance around why he had told me to come made me further nervous, once again reaching for the sleeve of my sweater, tugging at the seams that had come loose. The smell of nicotine infiltrated my nose, and I turned to him just in time to watch him exhale a few rings of smoke, eyes transfixed on them as they evaporated into thin air. 

Finally, Roman spoke up; "I'm calling for a truce,"

What? My eyes widened, scanning him for lies. "... What's the catch?"

Roman turned to me, a slight smile splayed across his lips. "You know me too well," he said, chuckling as a light breeze passed us. "I want us to play a game, and then all is forgotten."

"Oh no," I blurted out. "What kind of game, Roman? Can't you take pity on me just once?--"

I immediately shut up as I felt his arm wrap around me, holding out his cigarette in front of my mouth between his fingers. I wasn't about to start fighting him in an empty parking lot, so I parted my lips, accepting the cigarette despite knowing I would cough up everything I had eaten for lunch if I inhaled properly. 

Roman's face was suddenly very close to mine; "Ever heard of this game... Wait, what was it called? Seven minutes in hell?"

For fuck's sake. I watched as he laughed, amused by his joke. Still, my eyes darted down to his bouncing leg, watching as he gave away a sliver of nervousness. I reached for the cigarette, getting it out of my mouth; "Sounds about right," Balancing it between my fingers, holding it out in front of his mouth just as he had done to me, Roman hummed as he wrapped his lips around the cigarette, taking a puff.

Before Roman could take it back into his hand, I pulled the cigarette away from him, putting it back into my mouth. Something about sharing the cigarette was making a familiar ache between my legs throb, which in turn made me cross my legs. I didn't inhale the smoke into my lungs, keeping it in my mouth before breathing it out, knowing it was hard to differentiate between that and the real thing. "Where would we play?" I eventually said, glancing at him.

Now that we were sitting like this, Roman's arm around me, I realized we hadn't been this close since that party where we had kissed. Something about his embrace was comforting, despite me knowing that he was doing it to take the piss out of me. However, my steadfast belief in his reasons became shaky as I met his eyes, watching how unusually big his pupils were as he looked down at me, a certain calmness about him. "My car?"

I couldn't help but giggle as I handed him the cigarette, our fingers meeting in the exchange. "I'm not making out with you in your car,"

"Why not?"

"Every single cheerleader slut at this school has been in the back of that thing," 

Roman shrugged; "Not everyone. Eleven out of fifteen,"

"Ew, you're not making it any better!--"

"Fine!" he huffed, giving me a squeeze with the arm he had around me. Roman put out his cigarette by throwing it to the ground, giving it a proper stomp before he turned to me, a mischievous smirk on display. "No one has been in the front, though."

It was hard to say no when he looked at me like this; how was it possible for someone so conniving to be so beautiful? I had to look away from Roman-- it was getting impossible to breathe. Tugging at my sleeves once more, I realized I had ripped out a new seam. "Look, I have to say I'm a little confused... You're not even into me, so I don't get why you'd want to kiss me again," I let go of my sweater, realizing I would probably manage to rip it all apart if I didn't calm down. "It really is a power thing for you, isn't it?"

Roman hummed, rubbing my arm in a soothing manner as he stared out at the parking lot with a rather hollow look in his eyes. "Yeah... That's definitely what it is,"

I didn't have time to wonder why he didn't sound so convinced. As I dared to look at him again, I watched him lost in thought, pondering something. I took that as my cue to get out of playing his game; "Making out would probably be fun and all, but don't you think it is more beneficial for you if we maybe got to... I don't know, know each other?"

Confused, Roman's gaze darted back to me. "Why?"

"You seemed to be a little upset that I didn't like you because of you, remember?" I gave him a playful nudge, drawing forth a smile. "Instead of imposing your weird dominance kink or whatever it is on me, wouldn't you want to prove that there's more to you?"

This seemed to strike a chord with Roman, who slowly started to nod in approval. "That... doesn't sound so bad,"

I damn right hoped so-- I let out a shaky breath, relieved to not become the twelfth girl to end up in Roman's car.

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I couldn't believe that I had managed to fix myself up with a date with the Roman Godfrey. He was practically known for never going out on dates with anyone, but here I was, running around my room trying to find something nice to wear.

However, there was one tiny hoop I had to get through-- Letha was on speaker phone as I rummaged through my drawers, and my heart was racing as I tried to avoid her questions."I still don't get why you can't hang out today!" Letha whined, clearly upset with me. "I thought you were going to help me pick out some shoes down at the sale!"

I grimaced, feeling like the biggest prick on the planet. "I'm sorry, Letha, I'm just not feeling too good..." With a heavy heart, I could hear her sulk on the other end as I finally found the perfect bag. 

"I've barely seen you this week... You've been so jumpy, I just feel like you're avoiding me. Did I do something?"

No, no! I was about to protest until I heard a sound coming from my driveway; I made my way to my window, glancing down at Roman's red car, watching as he parked. Clearing my throat, I rushed to my phone; "Letha, I'm so fucking nauseous, I think I need to throw up... I'm so sorry, could I call you back later?"

I heard her sigh; "Get better soon, okay?--"

As Roman started honking outside, clearly impatient, I had to leave the call without even saying goodbye. Groaning, I gathered my stuff, making my way down the stairs and outside with hurried steps. "Stop that!" I said, trying to steady my breathing as I approached the car. "My parents are inside!"

"So what?" Roman's cocky smirk was on display as always, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel. "Whatever dumb fuck told you I'm a patient man, is a dumb fuck." Roman got out of his car to open my door on the other side. It was nice to see that he had a gentleman bone in him-- it gave me hope that this date wouldn't crash and burn. 

And weirdly enough, it actually went quite well. I had been worried that he'd take me out shooting or whatever it was that he did in his free time, but Roman settled for something simple-- we were currently sat in my favourite café in the city, having the most normal conversation we'd ever had. 

"You're kidding me?" Roman said, putting down his coffee with a look of shock on his face. "You've never seen The Godfather?"

I couldn't help but huff-- this was a solid reminder that he still was a guy at the end of the day. "I haven't gotten to it, I guess,"

"Well, you have to!" He ran his fingers through his styled hair, shaking his head in disapproval. Roman was wearing a different shirt today that I hadn't seen before, and I was getting the feeling that he had actually dressed up a bit despite how casual this date was. "What else haven't you seen?" 

"Uh, I don't know?--"

"What else haven't you done, is probably a better question," Roman was grinning from ear to ear now, eyes sparkling in anticipation. "First kiss?"

"David Parker, eighth grade," I put down my milkshake with a smirk, happy to be sizing him up. "You?"

Roman seemed beyond amused; "Amanda Reiley, sixth," He leaned forward, placing his elbows on the table, intrigued that I wasn't backing down from his intrusive questions. "First time?"

I had to suppress a cough, feeling as though I was choking on air. There was no way in hell I'd tell him I hadn't had sex yet. "... Some guy I met on vacation last year in Greece, don't remember his name,"

"Really, now?" Roman hummed, leaning back against his chair. "Not buying it. You squirm like a virgin every time I look at you."

My breath caught in my throat-- "Pardon?"

It seemed that my reaction only amused him, but he still spared me by brushing over it. "My first time was with Denise Campbell, ninth grade. Was really sweet, actually,"

I tried to shake off the fact that Roman had been right in his deductions. The story of his first time was unexpected, and he had been quite young-- concerningly young. "Roman Godfrey and sweet don't usually go together, in my book. Did you light candles or something?" I took a sip of my milkshake, watching him break out into a smile. 

"Honestly? I think she lit one," he said, a soft chuckle following.

 I had forgotten how beautiful his laugh was. Flustered, I put away my milkshake, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear as I met his gorgeous, green eyes. There was a calmness about him now, something I had trouble getting used to. It was a big contrast to the way he had looked at me while we played seven minutes in heaven, or the way he had been looking at me the whole week I had avoided him. The usual feeling of unease that crept up my system whenever he was around was long gone-- it was almost as though we were friends. 

Nervous about my next question, I started picking at my nails; "So where did it go wrong?"

"Pardon?"

I didn't meet his gaze anymore. "When did it become casual to you?"

"Sex?"

"Sex,"

Roman hummed, taking a rather long sip of coffee. I wondered whether I had gone too far with the question, but he didn't seem fazed. "Didn't get too far with being sweet, I suppose,"

This was definitely a chapter in Roman's life that I hadn't expected to hear about-- who had broken his heart? And why was it comforting to know that he'd had that experience? Something about it made him more human. "That's sad," I mumbled, forcing myself to leave my nails alone. "Sweet usually gets you quite far."

Something about that seemed to intrigue him; he moved to the edge of his chair, closer. "Don't you girls usually like the bad guys? That seems to work well, in my experience,"

I shrugged; "It can be fun for a week or two. Any longer than that, and your heart starts to tire,"

"Ah," was all Roman said, tapping his fingers against the table in an impatient manner. "Would you want to get ice cream? It's on me."

This conversation was starting to give me whiplash. "I'm sold," I eventually answered, shooting him a smile. It was nice to know that he wanted to continue the date despite my intrusive questions-- I couldn't lie; I was rather enjoying myself. And my ego was getting the biggest inflation it'd had in a while, remembering he didn't usually go out on dates at all.

About half an hour later, we were now walking down the street with our ice cream, once again debating why I hadn't watched The Godfather-- boys really love that movie, don't they? I took the liberty of looking up at him as he explained the plot to me in excessive detail, watching his hands flail around in excitement as he spoke, eyes round and green, and the way a single strand of hair lay in front of his eyes, straying from his stylings.

The man I had hated this whole year suddenly became a person to me. A person with interests, quirks, and feelings-- weirdly enough. Roman didn't come off as a spoiled brat right now, and I could barely remember a time when I would run away from him and his needles. Like this, I could imagine sweet moments with Roman, possibly even holding his hand as we walked down this street, doing normal stuff together. 

In another lifetime, I would have really liked just doing laundry and taxes with you.

However, I was quickly yanked out of my daydreams when I spotted a familiar figure leaving the shoe store across the street. With a panicked yelp, I grabbed Roman, dragging him down the nearest alleyway as I felt my blood run cold. 

Roman looked beyond confused; "What are you?--"

"Letha!" 

His mouth formed an 'o', watching me press myself up against the wall. "She doesn't know?"

I shook my head, letting out a shaky breath. This was definitely not what I needed right now. If she found out I was here with Roman and that I had lied to her, I was sure she'd have my head. Why couldn't I just melt into the wall and become immaterial? 

With ease and calm, Roman grabbed my finished ice cream, putting it down on the ground along with his own before nearing me. "We'll wait it out,"

What? "Thought you were ready to rat me out?" I leaned forward, glancing past the corner of the alley, making sure Letha hadn't seen us. 

"Well..." Roman put his hand on my shoulder, guiding my back to the wall once more. "I know she'd kill you, and you can't die before watching The Godfather."

Had I not been preoccupied with being quiet, I would've groaned right in his cocky face. The hand he had on my shoulder burned against my skin, and I was getting flashbacks to our time in the closet at the party where we had kissed. "I've repaid my debt to you now, anyway," I mumbled, warily glancing past the edge of the corner where we were standing, watching Letha from afar. 

Roman's hand on my shoulder quickly made its way into my hair, fingers twisting themselves into the nape of my neck, forcing me to face him. I let my breath escape me as my lips parted, watching him with big, wide eyes; what was happening? It was at this moment that I realized how close he was standing, how he was practically pressed up against me.

There was something sinister about the look on Roman's face-- it suddenly dawned on me that he was still the same person, even though he had buried this side of him for a few hours. He would always thrive when seeing someone in an anxious state, feel joy at any visible conflict or misery, and it dawned on me how bad of a situation this was when his next words came out in a dangerous whisper; "I could just call her over here, do you know that?" Roman's grip on my hair tightened, almost enough to make me wince. "You've made quite a mess of yourself, sneaking behind her back. I could ruin you in a second."

"You won't, though," Fucker.

Intrigued, Roman's green eyes sparkled; "And why are you so sure of that?"

My chest was heaving against him, hating every second, every minute of this encounter. When had he turned into such a sadist? Was it after Denise Campbell in ninth grade? I wanted to make sure I asked him that next time. "Because this gets you high," I hissed. "This feeling that you get from watching me get scared? You're addicted. You're a fucking junkie." 

I felt Roman breathe out against my lips, leaning closer, eyes burning into mine. I could see the flickering flames in them, and I knew that I had set them alight-- I was quite literally playing with fire at this point. "Well, this is who I am," he said through gritted teeth. "Do you get it now?"

"Get what?"

"Why no one likes me," Now, the fire died out, turning into an unintelligible emotion swimming in the green of his eyes. I didn't need to be a specialist to understand that he was baring his coping mechanism for me to see. "Why no one ever will. And why you will go back to hating me once we're done here."

It felt as though I had finally finished a puzzle with five thousand pieces. This was it. Had Roman made himself so unlovable to protect his feelings? Were all his stupid quirks just means to scare away girls so that they would stop liking him? I couldn't help but pity him-- beneath his harsh exterior, I could sense who he was beneath all of it. In a flash of emotions, I reached out to touch his face with a wary, gentle touch. 

Roman's eyes widened, confused, as I moved away the strand of hair that strayed from the rest.

"I know you said this wouldn't be easy," I said, voice soft. "Whatever would ensue between us. And I spent a lot of time thinking about that, actually, and I think the answer is that you just make it hard for yourself." Sighing, I let my hands rest against his shoulders, watching his every move and reaction. It was obvious that he was caught off guard. "I pity you, Roman. But I thank you for making me realize how much guts one must have to feel... Why are you so scared?"

Roman just stared at me, his breathing coming out in shallow breaths through his nose. He stood as if frozen to his spot, and his hand left my hair, falling to his side as his eyes never left mine. "I'm not scared," he eventually said.

"You're terrified,"

"No,"

"There's no point denying, it's really fucking obvious--"

"No, it isn't!" Roman snarled, grabbing my hands, and prying them off of him. "Maybe I just don't like you in that way, have you ever considered that?"

I shrugged; "I have. But it still doesn't change the fact that I can read the fear on your face like an open fucking book,"

Groaning, Roman let out an exasperated sigh. He let go of my hands, the fury apparent in his unsteady breathing. It was obvious that he had never confronted his issues head-on, and that he didn't like the process one bit. "You need to watch your mouth,"

"Or what?" It was as though my fear had escaped me, staring him down with challenge burning its way through my veins. "You're going to tell Letha we fucked or whatever? Go ahead, see what I care! Just know that I will be telling the whole school that your dick is smaller than my pinky if you do."

Roman's eye twitched as he let out a guttural growl, body tensing up as he balled his fists, one of them returning to my hair. It was clear that I had angered him; he grabbed a fistful, yanking my head upward with a force that made me wince, pulling me flush against him. It was at this moment that I felt something press up against my stomach-- my eyes widened with the realization that he was hard. "Do you still like me?" he asked, his breath tickling the underside of my nose. 

When I refused to answer, Roman took my silence as a yes. "You're going to hurt yourself if you continue to,"

"Wasn't it you who proclaimed me a masochist?" I answered, a smirk forming on my lips. Something told me that I had him cornered. 

And I was right-- it was Roman's turn to go silent, staring into my eyes as multiple emotions flashed before him. Standing like this with him was almost comforting; I had finally deciphered him. I knew that he had practically built himself a fortress of hate and fired the canons at any signs of intrusions. He was so desperately human right now-- it was making me dizzy. Or was that just his harsh grip on my hair? 

"Roman?"

A hum.

"You can kiss me now if you want to,"

The hand in my hair loosened its grip, and I watched as Roman inhaled a long breath, no longer conflicted.

And so our lips came together in the alley, a rather hungry kiss ensuing. My hands went up into Roman's hair, letting out soft gasps against him as he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer to him with a burning need. I could taste the remnants of the chocolate flavoured ice-cream on his tongue, the sweetness mixing in with the roughness of our kiss. I wondered whether he could taste the vanilla on mine-- chocolate and vanilla were my favourite mix, anyway.

I knew there was a possibility of Letha spotting us if she walked our way, but it only made me more desperate for Roman. I had missed him dearly, the memories of our last kiss having haunted me through every hour of every day. There was no doubt in it now-- he wanted me too. It gave me such an immense rush, along with the satisfaction of feeling how hard he was against me, the throbbing of his cock continuing against my stomach as he pressed me further into the wall behind me. Something felt wrong about him being aroused after our fight, especially now that we were practically in public, but I knew I didn't want to push him away just yet. 

I was completely breathless by the time Roman shifted, his thigh now pressing up against the apex of my own. Caught off guard, I whimpered as he grabbed my hips, moving my hips against him as the kiss deepened, growing further needy. I could feel it in my bones; not only did he want me, he needed me. This was just about the biggest high I had ever had. Roman Godfrey-- all mine in this moment.

The friction between my legs, feeling his cock continuously brush up against my stomach through our clothes, had me gripping his shoulder, disconnecting our kiss to catch my breath. My head rolled back against the wall behind me as I pondered how I had allowed this to happen, not used to pleasure caused by others. 

Roman's fingers wrapped around my throat, holding me in place as we rocked against each other, lips hovering above one another before they came crashing together once more, unable to keep away. I let out a broken whimper, my hands flying back up into his hair, pulling him closer as pleasure coursed through my veins in a way I hadn't ever felt before. I couldn't quite put my finger on what this was, but I had never been this certain that I liked it.

I let out a broken moan as my head rolled back once more, which in turn had Roman connecting our lips, muffling any sounds. This was where I was reminded that we were in public, wondering if I had gone absolutely mad-- I blamed it all on him. His beautiful eyes, his strong arms, and his addicting, soft lips. As Roman continued to grind me up against his thigh, pulling away to watch my lips part and my body squirm in pleasure, I gazed up at the way the corners of his mouth turned up into his signature smirk. He knew exactly what he was doing-- messing with me like this, practically in public. 

It took a lot of willpower for me to push him away, whimpering slightly at the loss of contact. "We-- We can't," I said, catching my breath. 

Like this, I could see how disheveled Roman's hair was, how his lips looked swollen with kisses, and it made my stomach flip-- how was it possible for someone to be so beautiful, even when completely unraveled? 

Roman shrugged, grinning from ear to ear. It was clear that he was scanning my look of arousal; "My car is right around the corner,"

"Okay...?"

Leaning forward, Roman captured my lips in a short kiss. "I can park it somewhere desolate," he said, nipping at my lower lip. 

I couldn't help but shiver-- that sounded really fucking nice at the moment, but I knew I had to control myself. And I wasn't about to lose my virginity in a car? "Another time," I mumbled, struggling to catch my breath. Who would've known that arousal could cloud the mind like this? 

Roman nodded, accepting my words as a promise. "I'll hold you to that,"

Oh no-- This again? Great.

Just great.

(a/n: here are the links to PART 1, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7, PART 8!<33 thank you for reading!!)

[the-astral-sea]

Morning Wood (Gale x fem!Tav) (smut)

18+ I decided to write something vulgar and smutty and I’ve never written anything like this before so I hope it’s good. It’s a bit filthy and not a long read, but I enjoyed testing my writing abilities with something new :)

Set after the defeat of Ketheric, it’s Gales turn to collect the fire wood before hitting the road. Tav wakes him up, and things progress from there. Like, really progress.

The air was thick with anticipation. After destroying Ketheric and claiming his stone, the Shadow Cursed Lands could finally begin to heal. The birds could finally return, flowers and trees could finally grow, life could flourish once again and the shell of Moonrise could finally be restored to it’s former glory, standing as a beacon of hope and serving as a place of healing and worship to Selune.

The battle last night was long, strenuous and surprising, but well fought and well won nonetheless. Tav was covered in cuts and bruises, as was everyone else in the party - but it didn’t matter. Ketheric’s defeat and the promise of a better future was worth every drop of blood, every aching muscle and every tear shed.

As morning came around, the camp slowly came to life. Each individual a mixture of happy, exhausted and anxious about the road ahead to Baldurs Gate. “I can’t wait to see this place once Thaniel has healed the land” Karlach sighed longingly, looking over to Tav who had just stumbled out of her tent with a smile. “It’s going to be beautiful. I can’t wait until we no longer need to light fires in the morning, it’s so strange how the darkness tricks us into thinking it’s constantly night time here” she replied, “speaking of which, it’s Gale’s turn to collect the morning wood. Is he up yet?” her voice was groggy and she rubbed her eyes, trying hard to wake herself up and plan for the day ahead. “Not yet Solider, it might be worth giving him a nudge. There’s no time for a lie-in unfortunately”. Tav obliged and yawned as she plodded over to Gales tent, still in her nightgown, her hair wild and makeup smeared after failing to remove it the night before. Her hands carefully untied one of the bonds keeping his tent closed as she made her way inside, revealing a peacefully sleeping wizard with one hand on his chest, the other still grasping at a half opened book. She smiled down at the sight. He looked so at peace it was almost a shame to disturb him, but things needed to be done no matter how cute he looked tangled in his sheets. So focused on his face and the way he smiled as he slept, Tav didn’t even notice the distinct bulge lower down in his blanket. Had she payed attention, she may have worded her next sentence a bit more mindfully.

“Gale? Wake up, you need to sort out morning wood” her voice was soft and calm, so she didn’t understand why he awoke with such a shocked expression and immediately turned bright red. The usually chatty Gale stared up at her with wide eyes and no words, shuffling slightly in his bedroll. “What? It’s your turn, get up” she chuckled, ruffling his hair and sitting cross legged next to him, still completely oblivious to the hard situation between his legs. “Oh! Right, yes. I will do that shortly, I just need a moment” he finally stuttered, adjusting himself in a poor attempt to conceal the awkward truth. Tav, however, still had no idea why he was acting so strangely and rolled her eyes before continuing, “There’s no time for a lie-in, you should really get up now sir” she jested, noticing him turn red again at the nickname ‘sir’.

“Tav… I’m already up, if you know what I mean. I could really use a few minutes” Gale sighed with a defeated tone, not knowing how else to approach the situation to the clearly confused woman sat next to him. It was only then that she let her eyes wander to the rest of his body and finally understood why he seemed so flustered. The large lump in his sheets was a dead giveaway to his behaviour; it was now Tav’s turn to have her cheeks shift to a rosey hue. “Oh my, I’m sorry. I’m still half asleep myself, I didn’t even think” she chuckled awkwardly, still glancing down at the twitching shape lurking beneath the covers. She should’ve looked away but her eyes refused to move, they were transfixed, curious and eager. Her mind had often wondered what Gale looked like in all his glory, she’d desired him for quite some time now and their close, flirty bond had been building up to a more intimate understanding of one another for weeks. “You definitely have nothing to feel awkward about, I’ll tell you that much” she blushed, ripping her gaze away from his cock to meet his eyes. His eyes that were now darkened with desire and glimmer of danger. He chuckled in response then repeated himself again, not wanting to assume anything or cross any boundaries, “why thank you, I just need a few minutes to calm down and I’ll be right out” there was a hint of hope in his tone that Tav couldn’t quite ignore. Looking at him in this state was causing quite the stir, and it was clear that his embarrassment had shifted to lustful confidence at her reaction. “You know, I could help you out with that” she could hardly believe herself, the words slipped out of her mouth without a thought, it was as if she’d completely forgotten how to filter herself. Who could blame her? There was an undeniable charm to Gale, not to mention an undeniable attraction between the two. The way he tried to hide his desires only made him more alluring, and Tav wanted nothing more than to unleash him. At her words, he smiled coyly and motioned for Tav to come closer, holding eye contact as she floated towards him like a ghost. He rested his hand on the back of her head, brushing over her tousled hair before holding her cheek as he moved in for a kiss. It was slow and passionate, filled with weeks worth of longing. Tav’s hand moved down his body under the sheets and her mind was set alight with the feeling of his warm, soft skin under her fingers. His body was toned and hairier than she’d imagined, and it drove her wild realising that her fantasies were about to come true as she continued to work her way down him.

“Are you sure? We can talk about this more before we dive into anything if you’d li-“ his words were cut short by Tav leaning in for another kiss, her movements intentional, tailored for his pleasure.

Gale let out a soft grunt as her fingers wrapped around his rock hard shaft, it’d been well over a year since he’d felt the touch of a woman and he could barely keep himself together as her hand began to slowly pump up and down. “Fuck” he moaned, pulling the sheets aside to reveal his entire body, smiling up at Tav who let out a delighted gasp at the sight. “I want you, Tav. I want to see you, touch you, feel you. I have done for weeks” he stifled between breaths, toying with the tied straps of her nightgown to expose her nude form. His cock tensed at the sight of her, the way her body curved in all the right places and the revelation that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. She moved her hand away from his body slowly, but instead of climbing on top of it, she put his cock into her mouth and circled the tip with her tongue, lapping up the precum like nectar. Through soft moans, he pleaded for her to fuck him; it was music to her ears. But she wasn’t done yet. She wanted to watch him struggle to hold himself together for a while longer. After all, she was nothing if not a perfectionist and the way her mouth moved around him had him struggling for air, eyes rolling back, hands grasping at the sheets next to him. Just when she thought he was reaching his limit, she licked up his length and stopped.

“What’s that? You want to lose yourself inside of me?” She enquired innocently, looking up at him doe eyed. “Yes. Please, fucking hells, yes” he grunted, grabbing her by the throat and pulling her in for a desperate, sloppy kiss as she lowered herself onto his member, straddling him with ease, resulting in sounds of pure ecstasy as she slowly worked her hips to take more and more of him in. The feeling was unparalleled, the way he twitched and thrusted into her was nothing short of flawless. Their bodies moved together in perfect synchronicity, creating a harmony of moans and muttered “fuck”s. They didn’t even think about where they were or who could hear them at this point, this had been building up for so long now and they could no longer deny themselves the pleasures the flesh and soul combining. The way they fucked was an art - no painter or sculptor could ever compete.

Gale, who was usually so composed, had transformed into a wild animal on the hunt. His body was glistening with sweat and his big brown eyes had shifted from their usual warm gaze to something much darker and sinful. He flipped Tav onto her back effortlessly and pinned her legs over her head as he thrusted deep inside of her, causing her to whine in pained bliss. She was wet, hot and shaking at this point, moaning freely without a care in the world as she took every inch with a smile on her face. Gale couldn’t remember the last time he’d experienced anything like this; perhaps he never had. He had never fucked anyone so recklessly or felt anything near as intensely. He had slept with a goddess before, but Tav made him feel like a God.

Tav never expected him to be like this in bed, so primal and hungry. Miles away from the perfect gentleman she’d pinned him as. For a moment, she was worried he would rip her in half with the sheer size of his cock, it was thick and much larger than she’d dreamt, and hurt like hell but was balanced with bliss. Suddenly the enchanted briefs made a lot of sense. He thrusted into her with skill and rhythm, whilst his hand circled softly over her clit as the other pinned her into position. It was transcendent. She let out a final moan before the pleasure pushed her over the edge, her walls clenching around him tightly. She looked like an angel, eyes flittering back, body jerking, sweat shining on her breasts. Feeling and seeing her finish on his cock was enough to make Gale release, pulsating a heavy warm load inside of her, feeling lightheaded in response to his overwhelming orgasm. Immediately, he leaned in for a kiss and pulled her into a cuddle, heart pounding and head racing at the realisation that they’d finally slept together after so much yearning.

A few moments passed in silence, both of them too stunned to speak until Gale finally broke “you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that”. Tav giggled in response before finding her words, “trust me, I understand”. They laid together for a while longer before getting dressed and deciding to face the rest of the camp, hoping to god that nobody overheard their activities.

However, they weren’t exactly careful or quiet, and Karlach refused to make eye contact when the pair left the tent. Shadowheart was the colour of red wine, “I, uh, sent Astarion to get the wood instead.”

“Thanks…” Gale stuttered.

[strawberryya]

notice me!

pairing: jihoon x reader

synopsis: Your boyfriend has a hectic life, but he usually has at least a little time to spare for his girlfriend. Now it has been two months since he last spent some alone time with you and you're losing your mind just a little over it... luckily, angry make-up sex can solve any problem!

word count: 2.1k

genre/cw: smut, angry sex, also make-up sex, established relationship, feeling neglected in relationship and bad ways of handling said feeling, unprotected sex, manhandling, light choking, fem reader, musician/producer! woozi.

rating: 18+

a/n: I had a moment a couple weeks ago where I wrote this whole thing in one hour in the middle of the night, and then I forgot about it and now I'm in shock just a little bit... anyhow, yay angry sex with wooziiii

network tagging: @svthub @cultofdionysusnet @k-labels @kvanity-main

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You watched your boyfriend of two years looking at his phone, scrolling mindlessly across whatever app he found more interesting than his girlfriend sitting on the other end of the couch. You were barely wearing anything, a large t-shirt barely covering the sexy lingerie you had put on for tonight. 

“Jihoon, it’s been two months.” 

You wanted him to notice you. He had barely been home at your shared apartment for weeks. You knew his work was demanding, and that he gave it his all no matter what. But you have been feeling neglected lately. He had been coming home late, crashing on the couch instead of sleeping in your bed. Only giving you a chaste kiss before running off to work the next morning with a groggy “Sorry I missed dinner last night,” as a greeting. 

He hadn’t touched you in two months. You had counted the days, and after three weeks you were wondering if he wasn’t stressing too much about the latest album. After six weeks you had been feeling too horny for your own good, and your toys weren’t fulfilling your needs anymore. You wanted to feel him again. It didn’t matter how many times you came. It didn’t hit the spot. After two entire months of him being abstinent, you had begun getting snarky at the smallest things he did wrong. 

Jihoon looked up from his phone at your statement. He carelessly scratched his chin, making your pussy clench at the memory of those perfect hands being all over your body once upon a time. “Two months? Of what?” 

“Of you acting like a damn nun,” you said, dead serious. 

“A nun?!” He gasped out. 

“Yes! A nun!” You shouted back at him. 

He looked you over, sitting at the other end of the couch, dolled up more than usual and staring at him as if he had offended yuo great grandmother by existing. Then it seemed to click in his mind. “Oh,” was all he said.

Two months? Had it been that long? He knew very well that he had been resisting his urges, but he had managed for two entire months? He had been so busy with the new album, he had been staying late at the studio every day and waking up rushing back to the studio to put the new ideas he got during the night into reality. Two months without sex, and a pissed off girlfriend because of it. 

“I’m sorry?” 

You looked at him like he was an equation, mouth open just a bit as you stared at him in shock. “You’re sorry? What the fuck does that mean?” He was so clueless, you thought as you watched the dumb face he was making. (You still wanted that stupid handsome face of his to eat you out until you cried, but that was besides the point.)

Jihoon knew he had fucked up, you were pissed off and picking a fight, and he hadn’t made it better by not even knowing that he hadn’t slept with you in two whole months. 

“Do you even care? Because you don’t seem to care one bit about it since you didn’t even know! Do you not like me anymore? Are you not attracted to me anymore? Are you in love with someone else? Why the fuck would you go and cheat on me?!”

He stared at you in complete surprise. Cheating? “Hold up- hold up! What are you talking about?!” He said, flabbergasted at the way you seemed to have drawn the most far-fetched conclusions to this problem you could’ve possibly thought of. “I’ve been busy with the comeback! Please, baby, why are you acting crazy?” 

He shouldn’t have said that, he knew it the second the word left his perfectly plump lips. 

“Crazy? Did you just call me crazy? You haven’t seen crazy, you fucking asshole!” You shouted as you stormed out of the room. You were packing your bags, if he didn’t want to be with you anymore you wouldn’t be the one to stop him from moving on and sleeping with whoever else he wanted. Because it sure as hell wouldn’t be you after he had just called you crazy for noticing that he wasn’t interested in you anymore. 

“What are you doing?? Why are you messing up the apartment? Are you leaving?” he shouted, seemingly surprised that you didn’t feel like staying in an apartment that he was hellbent on making a girlfriend-free zone. 

“Yeah, I’m fucking leaving,” you grunt, shoving some shirts into your bag. You wouldn’t be able to grab it all but at least you could make it with the stuff you were throwing into it for a while. Y9ou could always borrow your friends’ stuff until you could get back all your clothes. “You’re pissing me off and I don’t wanna hate you.”

Jihoon was by the bedroom door now, hands pushing his hair out of his face as he watched you angrily packing your bags. How had he fucked up so badly that his girlfriend wanted to leave him like this? 

“Hate me? Baby, I really don’t know what I did to mess up this bad…” 

Of course, he didn’t understand, because apparently, your boyfriend was a freaking master at staying “pure”. He hadn’t even spent a single thought on you and what he could do with you. He only cared about his music. And you wouldn’t be the one to stand in his way if thats how he truly felt. 

“You don’t know?! Look at me Jihoon!” You threw the t-shirt off your body in an angry fit, making your boyfriend’s eyes widen. “I’ve been waiting for you to notice me, to care even a bit about me- about us- for months!! And tonight, I just can’t do this anymore. I’m losing my mind because you won’t fuck me, how stupid is that?” You nearly sobbed as you made it clear that you were frustrated in more than one way. You were so mad at him, and still, you couldn’t help but admire the way he looked so hot even now, his long black hair falling in pretty curls around his face and his lips shiny and pink. He looked so kissable it was like he was teasing you just by existing. 

“You got me all addicted to your cock and then you fucking left me to go through some kind of twisted withdrawal.” 

He gulped, his adam's apple moving in his throat, you didn’t even care to look at him anymore, you were angrily throwing your shit into the bag on the bed yet again, bent over and flaunting the tiny piece of fabric that tried it’s best to cover your ass. “You don’t even care,” you rumbled as you stuffed more things into the bag. He took in the way the lace set hugged your curves deliciously, he had been so busy with everything he hadn’t even noticed his own cravings. He had ignored it all for so long. 

“Shut up.”

His voice was deep, and commanding. Your breath caught in your throat, surprise and need mixing in an arousing blend that went straight to your head. “Excuse me?” Your movements paused completely. When you heard his footsteps approaching you hastily you looked at him, his gaze was darkened, and your core clenched around nothing as he pulled the bag from your grasp. Throwing it on the ground before he pushed your barely clothed body into the bed. 

“You think I don’t fucking care anymore just because you haven’t gotten dick in a couple weeks? Are you that desperate to be stretched like a little whore?” He growled in your ear, his bulge evident in the way he pressed against your ass. “I care, and I see you. So shut up.” 

You gasped at his harsh movements, neediness soaking your panties in record time. God, you were pathetic. 

“I haven’t eaten, I haven’t slept, and I sure as hell haven’t let myself even think about this sweet pussy of yours. I’ve been denying myself it all. But you’re right…” his hand pressed against your throat where you laid face down on the bed, “I’ve been neglecting you. You wanna know why? It’s because I knew that if I so much as looked at you, or held you in my arms while you slept so innocently, I wouldn’t be able to help myself. I wouldn’t have been able to do anything but fuck your tight little pussy all day and night.” His growling voice set off all kinds of sparks in your core. You needed him, now. 

You pushed your ass up against him, eating a groan from your boyfriend. “Such a little slut,” he mumbled, letting go of your throat and pulling himself back from you completely. You were dizzy from the hold around your throat, his perfect hands remembering just the way you liked to feel them around you. You were about to whine when his touch left your body when you heard the familiar shuffling of his clothes falling off his body. You wanted to see it, take his form in properly after all these weeks. But he was faster, pushing you back down against the bed before you got up. 

His erection pressed against your heat, making you moan as he prodded against the soaked fabric covering your entrance. 

“Jihoon, please,” you mewled, wiggling underneath his firm body. 

“Wanna shut up and let me fuck you then since you’re so fucking needy?” 

“Please, yes! Anything! Please fuck me!” You almost cried as you pleaded with him. 

“Sobbing over cock, you really are such a dirty girl for me.” He groaned as he let his pretty hands smooth over one of your asscheeks, smacking down hard and leaving a burning sting after him. Even that felt good. You needed him more than you had ever needed anything in your life. 

You felt him pull the sticky fabric from your core, pushing it aside in favor of pushing the head of his hard cock against your messy pussy. “I’m about to drown in you later tonight, just you wait.” He whispered before pushing past your entrance, slipping inside, your walls lubing his cock up as he entered. He ignored the way you were so tight it almost hurt to push all the way inside, your moaned pleas for him to go deeper, and the way you were gripping the sheets while he pushed all of himself inside of your dripping heat enough of a reason to push through. It had been so long since he had felt your walls gripping around him that he could’ve spilled his seed into you right then and there. 

He pulled himself together soon enough, thrusting into you at a brutal pace. Your ass which you had pushed up to meet his hips at first had been completely overpowered by the sheer force he was fucking you into the mattress with. You were coming for the first time within minutes. Screaming and sobbing as you finally came around him. He continued, repeating to you what a good toy you were, and how good of a girl you had been for holding out for him this long. 

When you were moaning again, closing in on a second orgasm he told you to come again. Lifting your ass up to balance you on your knees and chest, one of his arms wrapping around your hip to reach your clit, pressing down on it while he let his cock slip in and out effortlessly. Your arousal dripped down your thighs. You came undone and sobbed as he continued to overstimulate your abused cunt. 

He continued fucking you until he couldn’t take it anymore, his own orgasm crashing into him with such force it knocked the breath from his lungs. 

“That was one hell of an apology,” you said, breathless and still leaking cum, exhausted after having all your pent-up frustrations released all at once like this. 

Jihoon chuckled, a sound you had missed these past weeks as well. He really had been unusually absent in your life. It wasn’t just about the sex, you had missed him a lot. “I’m sorry for not being around as much,” he said, dragging a gentle hand over your back. You hadn’t had the energy to move a once from the position he had dropped your hips from once he had pulled out. 

“I just missed you, I’m sorry for lashing out.” 

“Don’t worry about it, just… next time you should just ask me to fuck you instead of threatening to leave me.”

You were embarrassed now, you had acted like a complete maniac, but my god - if that’s how he fucked a maniac, you wanted to stay crazy for the rest of eternity. 

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Oscar the Matchmaker: Part Two

Oscar Jack Piastri x Reader x Max Verstappen

Genre: series

Summary: Oscar struggles with the aftermath of Alpine and a rough start of the season

Warnings: Toxic work place

Notes: I’m using alpine drama as a plot point. Also they call Oscar Jack because lord it’s such a cute nickname he has.

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The fact that two rookies are enjoying the luxury that comes with being a world champion is completely ridiculous.

Max loves to spoil them. Mainly because is makes them shy as they try to turn down his offers. He’s stubborn though and usually gives them no other choice but to relent.

Now he’s spoiling them with sleep. They all love sleep. All the time. It’s one of their favorite activities.

Max however, is not sleeping, just resting. His mind moving but his body remains stationary.

Oscar shoots out of the bed faster then Max can register. The Aussie is practically silent as he does it.

The Dutch is quick to follow him. Gently kissing the forehead of the girl still asleep before leaving the room.

Oscar is pacing back and forth, his hands tugging at his hair. He looks to Max as if he’s trying to seem productive and yet not getting anywhere simultaneously.

“Jack?”

He jumps at the sound of Max’s voice. “Sorry, did I wake you?”

“No, I was already awake, just to lazy to move.” Max drags him over to the couch. “Wanna talk about what’s going on in your head?” If there is one thing Max has learned about the Australian, it’s that he’s calm and collected outside and a whirl whine on the inside.

“I just panicked. It’s Tuesday.” He sighs.

A sleepy eyed female walks into the room and drapes herself over them. The two males practically use her as a blanket. “Tuesdays are Alpine meeting days.” Her voice may be sleepy, but the venom in her voice doesn’t go unheard. Max threads his fingers through her hair that is splayed messily across his lap.

"So muscle memory?" Asks the confused Dutch.

Oscar starts fumbling around with his words. "Well - no, it's just that- Alpine weren't the best to me, I guess." His fingers find his hair and run the back if his neck raw.

The confusion turns into concern as Max goes wide-eyed. He knows all the drama that happened. There were countless nights on the phone with Daniel about it. That was Max's first impression of the rookie. The fact he apologized to Daniel for taking his spot and being a hindrance to him.

"He'd gotten in trouble for over sleeping once, and it was absolutely hell. I had half a mind to report them to the FIA." The girl on their lap is flushing with frustration now, her knuckles turning white from her fist tightening around nothing.

Max could see the memories flooding the Australians eyes. He leans over to him and kisses the top of his head. "It makes sense now why you avoid them like the plague."

"They are the plague."

The witty comments sometimes shock the two. The girl is usually quiet around people she doesn't know and is kind for the most part. However, she's also protective.

Max and Oscar chuckle at her antics. Watching her carefully drift in and out of sleep.

~

The next race weekend, they walk in together. It's not uncommon since her and Oscare are practically attached at the hip, but Max is new. They just tell people it's a coincidence.

Oscar has always walked her to her garage. Currently, it's towards the end of the paddock. Meaning they have to pass Alpine to get to it.

Max takes not of how Oscar refuses to look anywhere but the ground. He can't see the female since she's on the other side of Oscar, but he can hear her seething.

The Australian visibly relaxs when they are past.

It sucks saying goodbye to her. They woke up this morning, and it felt perfect. The morning rays leak through the window, limbs tangled up in each other. None of them wanted to get up or leave.

Now, the first had gone off to work, and Max and Oscar were left to walk back down.

Max makes it a point to walk on the side closest to the hospitality entries. He doesn't say anything as they near the door. Some of the guys in charge meandering around right outside.

"I know what you're doing." Says the Australian.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Max looks at him and winks. Somehow, the action calmed Oscar's overreacting brain.

Max waved off Oscar as he jogged to catch up with Lando. The Brit shot him a few confused glances. The ones that said he has questions.

Lando may he an idiot, but he's not as oblivious as everyone thinks he is.

Max leaves that for another day.

~

She knew something was off with the Austr as soon as he entered the room. They're all exhausted from the race, but he was completely void of life.

There's no goofy smiles or sarcastic jokes. Just Oscar, sitting on the bed staring at the wall. She can see him processing something. Whatever it is, it can't be good.

She looks at Max. The Dutch just stares at her with confusion. She'd learned that his upbringing made him mildly clueless when it came to dealing with emotion.

With that in mind, she sets off to Oscar's side. She sits down next to him and takes his hand in her own. "Jack, you gotta talk to us." She signals Max with her eyes to sit on the other side of him. Good thing she's not clueless or they would be in trouble.

"It's stupid drama stuff."

"It's not stupid if it's making you upset." She puncuates with a kiss on his cheek.

"Stupid Alpine and their stupid comments. Apparently, I am not the most expensive but terrible rookie to ever be signed." He sighs. They can hear how he tries to pass it off, but they both know he's lying.

"Lies and slander. You're the best rookie this season. You're driving a tractor right now for fucks sake." Max says.

"Logically, I know that. Emotionally, I don't."

"And you're not required to know that yet, technically speaking." She counters, causing the Australian to roll his eyes.

Max chuckles to himself. “I could crash my car into their garage if you really want me too.”

“As funny as that sounds, I would rather you win if neither of us can even get close.”

“…at least you two are consistently in the points!”

~

Tuesday again. They all lay asleep in bed together. Max opens his eyes for a moment and catches the females gaze.

She places a finger over her lips and points at Oscar. The Australian breathing evenly, sound asleep.

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You’re Mine, Sunshine ❝part six❞

♡ Pairing: Grumpy!Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Sunshine!Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: Bucky receives a morning visit from Steve, with the news about what was in the box. Bucky continues to think about what he should do. Should he tell you the truth about your stalker?

♡ Warnings: language, angst, fluff, stalking, hints to death threats, mentions of parent death

Part 7

Trope ⇢ Grumpy x Sunshine | Mob!Au Bodyguard!Au

Loud knocking had woken Bucky up from his slumber— his sagging body in the chair next to your bed, straightening.

He felt his back crack, along with his neck— the seat wasn’t the most comfortable. But there was no way he was going to leave you last night— not after you had asked him to stay.

He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, giving you a quick look— smiling at your sprawled out form on the bed.

He made it down the hall and down the stairs, checking through the frosty glass before opening. His body was tense— on alert for a possible intruder. It was only Steve. Swinging the door open, he was met with a tight lipped smile— one that didn’t mean good news in his opinion.

“Good morning Buck. Sorry to wake you up, but this is pretty important.” Steve told him, and Bucky rolled his neck around— already feeling stressed for the day.

“Morning— yeah come on in.” He stepped aside to allow Steve to enter.

Steve walked in and shut the door, securing the locks before the two headed towards the living room to sit down.

“So what’s going on?” Bucky asked, running a hand through his hair.

Steve took a deep breath, rubbing his temples in preparation. That didn’t make Bucky feel better. Truthfully— he’s rather never see Steve too often. He felt like it only meant bad news when he saw him. Or maybe he just wanted it to be you two instead.

“Well trust me, I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t important.” Steve added, and Bucky nodded for him to continue. “It’s about the box.”

At first Bucky was confused— having forgot about it completely after yesterdays events. But now with the mention from Steve, his mind spiraled. He dreaded to find out what was in the box— but he also was curious.

“What was in it?” Bucky asked the golden question.

Steve looked down nervously to the floor, taking a second to glance around— making sure you weren’t around.

“If I tell you— it’s not to be repeated to her.” Steve warned, and Bucky scoffed and shook his head.

Here we go again— the big secret that is being kept from you. When in reality, you deserve to know out of everyone. It was about you— a threat to your life.

“Steve this is bullshit— she deserves to know someone is stalking her for fucks sake!” Bucky complained, frustrated that he had to keep something from you.

The more he got to know you better— the more he truly believed you didn’t deserve this. He blamed his defensive behavior on the fact that he was your bodyguard— nothing more.

“We have orders from the boss Buck— I would think you’d understand that.” Steve pointed out.

“Yeah well, it’s not right. She deserves to know. She deserves better.” Bucky defended you, running his hand through his hair stressfully.

Steve gave Bucky a once over, looking at him like he had five heads. Steve was confused at his change in behavior.

“Seriously Steve, what was in the box?” Bucky changed the topic, clearly still frustrated but trying to focus on business.

Steve dismissed his confusion for now and got serious again. Doing another quick glance to make sure you weren’t listening in on the conversation.

“There was another note,” Steve started, “It read wonder if you’d squeal like a pig just like your mother.”

Bucky’s stomach knotted up at the sinister message, the way he was glad you didn’t know about this one. This was something that wouldn’t just shock you— it would disturb you to no ends— haunt you to your core.

“And along with the note was her Mother’s necklace.” Steve finished, and Bucky’s eyes went wide.

This wasn’t just a stalker— this was someone with bad intentions. Someone who already had blood on their hands possibly. Someone who was capable of sick shit.

“The necklace was a locket of her and (Y/n).” He explained. “We still aren’t sure if this has something to do with Pierce— or if this is just a secret admirer.”

Bucky bit the inside of his lip in thought, the whole situation making him uncomfortable— for you. He felt even more protective every time Steve came with bad news. For a second his protective side wasn’t coming out because it was his job— it was coming from the heart.

“She needs to know about this shit.” Bucky muttered lowly.

Steve scoffed, leaning back in his seat. An entertained expression etched his face.

“What happened to you Buck?”

Bucky narrowed his eyes, glaring at Steve for a moment before he spoke. His voice defensive— annoyed.

“What are you talking about?”

He wondered for a quick second— was Steve always this annoying?

Steve scoffed again, rubbing a hand down his face, but he wore a shit eating grin, a knowing look sporting his face.

“Miss perfect rubbing off on you?” Steve chuckled, watching Bucky furrow his brows in confusion.

Bucky tried to ignore the anger that built up inside at the nickname Steve gave you.

“The fuck is that supposed to mean?” Bucky pushed.

“Buck— you’re soft man. Quit defending her, the things her dad has said— you need to be watching your back man.” Steve warned and it only had Bucky boiling with anger.

Bucky was sick and tired of this judgement that everyone held against you— this persona that didn’t even exist. You were wrongly labeled as a monster. Bucky just knew it wasn’t fair, especially when you were as sweet as pie. The farthest thing from a monster. He had also seen a side of you— a sensitive side of you that made him melt even more. He saw through the cracks of your bubbly personality— the side that was secretly broken. It made him hurt, and in a way he related to you.

Another part of him hated the way you were able to break down his walls. He had built them for a reason, protecting his heart from the pain the world could cause. Then here you were, skipping right into his life— turning the walls to dust with just the touch of your finger. He felt indifferent about it all— hating it and loving it.

“You don’t know her— so I’d quit talking about her like you do.” Bucky warned, the air now thick with tension as Steve huffed in his seat.

“She could be tricking you Buck. It’s still early— you only just met her.” Steve argued.

“Again— I know her better than you ever will.”

Steve scoffed again, waving his hands towards him.

“Look at you, defending her,” Steve laughed, “You’re her bodyguard— not her boyfriend.”

With that last sentence, Bucky’s jaw was clenched painfully in anger. His hands fisted uncomfortably— his knuckles whitening.

“Thanks for the info— you need to leave.” He tried to say calmly. Although his face was red with frustration.

Steve shook his head, a flash of emotion that looked apologetic passing through his features.

“I’ll see you later.” Steve said lastly, standing up to exit.

Bucky stayed silent, with angry eyes— watching Steve walk to the door until he left. As soon as the door closing sounded, he relaxed in his seat. The air seemed to be breathable now that he was gone. He liked it when it was just you two. Things seemed easier, everything felt lighter.

You’re her bodyguard, not her boyfriend.

The words shouldn’t of rang through his head— but they did. Over and over and over. He was confused at his reaction, but wouldn’t of reacted any other way. Things would be different if you were everything your Father said you were— but you were the opposite. He knew parts of you now and was learning more about you everyday. He had to react like that, if your Father wasn’t going to defend you— he’d do it.

His being craved the lightness your brought— the peaceful aura you’d leave when you were in the room. He found himself wanting to head back upstairs to you— needing to drown himself in the comfort that was your company.

He decided to do just that— headed upstairs to find you. Without him knowing it, he walked up the stairs and down the hall— all with a gentle smile on his lips.

He opened the door slowly, peeking in to make sure you were still asleep— afraid that his knocking would wake you. He was shocked to find you sitting up, legs hanging over the bed.

The door was open, but your back was to him and he knocked anyway— alerting you he was coming in.

“Hey, is it okay to come in?” He asked, his tone soft now versus the harshness from talking with Steve.

You didn’t jump like you usually did, instead you turned slowly and sent him a tired smile. Your hair was messy from sleep, and your eyes were slightly puffy from just waking up. Bucky had to bite his lip to stop the smile from approaching.

God— you looked like… an angel.

You nodded for him to come in, watching his bulky form walk towards the bed.

“You sleep okay?” He asked, shoving his hands in his pockets.

He was suddenly feeling nervous around you, and he wasn’t sure if it was Steve’s comment that kept repeating in his brain.

“Yeah, I did.” You told him shyly, your cheeks heating up.

He nodded and avoided eye contact as the silence was killing him. He had so much to say, yet there was so much stopping him from doing so. He’d try again later when he didn’t feel so stressed out.

“Listen uh…” He started, sitting on the edge of your bed, a professional distance away from you, “I’m sorry about last night— I shouldn’t of said what I did.”

You grew serious but still kept a small smile etched on your face.

“James, it’s okay— you don’t have to keep apologizing.” You reassured him, waving it off like no big deal.

Truthfully, you weren’t upset with him.

He shook his head, his face flushed in embarrassment.

“Yeah I do. You’ve been…” He trailed off, wondering if he should go there, “You’ve been nothing but sweet to me since we met, and I’ve been… well— me.”

He dropped his head in shame, missing the way you were looking at him in awe.

“I’m sorry I’ve been acting like a dick most of the time— I promise I’ll try to be better.” He told you, and you scooted closer and placed your hand on his arm.

“James, I don’t want you to feel like you have to change yourself for me.” You told him.

Bucky felt hot under your touch, but otherwise ignored the feeling and totally disagreed with your statement. Of course he had to change— he wanted to change. He wanted to be a better version of himself for you. He hated that he did, but he couldn’t control it.

“I just wanna make it up to you, you know— for being a dick.” He repeated and you playfully glared at him.

“James if you tell me you’re being a dick one more time— I’m gonna slap you.” You threatened playfully.

Your words sounded goofy coming out of your mouth, but you didn’t expect the reaction from Bucky. His head leaned back and he let out a hearty laugh— one that was echoing off your room walls. You stared at him in shock— the bear was laughing? The bear was smiling like the cheshire cat. You were speechless.

Bucky wiped his eyes, noticing your shocked expression and smiled even more.

“Doll— I’d like to see you slap me. In fact, I’d like to see you beat someone up.” He pushed, the scenario playing through his head— it was adorable.

You shook your head, ridding yourself of the shock that had paralyzed you for a moment.

“Hey! I could hurt somebody if I wanted to!” You argued, crossing your arms in offense. But the corners of your mouth were lifting— his smile contagious.

Bucky had to hold back the snort that tried to escape, and just gazed down at you with a grin.

“Whatever you say doll.” He teased, loving the way you kept blushing at the nickname.

Why else do you think he keeps saying it?

You both sat in a comfortable silence for a moment, both of you content with each other’s presence. Bucky lost his smile just lightly before he spoke again.

“So— I wanna make it up to you,” He started, grabbing your attention, “How about we go get the baking supplies you wanted?”

You beamed at his suggestion, nodding you head excitedly.

“That sounds perfect, thanks James.” You said softly, his gaze giving you butterflies.

He nodded his head in a welcome, and stood up to head out of the room— to give you some space. You watched him leave with a look you had never sported before.

Something within you longed for him, even when you dismissed the thought— it’d come back stronger. You couldn’t starve yourself for the affection that Bucky had provided. Maybe you’d think differently about his suggestion, not thinking twice about it. But after witnessing Bucky defending you— your heart sped up at the memory.

You knew you shouldn’t of spied— but you had heard raised voices from the hallway and grew concerned.

Earlier…

You had cracked your eyes open, just enough to see Bucky’s back retreat from the room. The way his steps were sluggish— sleep still consuming him.

He stayed. Just as you had asked him to.

You opened your eyes all the way and felt the corners of your mouth lifting. Butterflies started to swarm your tummy. You had just woken up and he was already giving you butterflies. He had your day starting good.

While getting lost in a daydream about him— you decided to follow him. You weren’t sure what you even wanted to say to him— if there was anything to say. You just wanted to be around him, even if no words were spoken.

Sneaking down the stairs, you slowed your steps. Questing your breathing when you heard the sound of two voices. They sounded like they were arguing.

“What are you talking about?”

Bucky had sounded annoyed, the way his voice was edgier around this Steve guy.

“Ms. Perfect rubbing off on you?” The man called Steve laughed.

You couldn’t help the hurt that came to you from those words. You weren’t trying to be perfect— bell you knew you’d never be. You weren’t sure what you had done to earn that label. But you hoped it was some misunderstanding.

“The fuck is that supposed to mean?”

Bucky boomed, and you were sure if he was spitting those words at you— you’d be intimidated. His voice was thick, heavy with anger.

“Buck— you’re soft man. Quit defending her, the things her dad has said— you need to be watching your back man.”

The mention of your dad had you biting your lip, willing the tears to stay away. Of course he had something to do with this. You wondered like always— what you had done to make him hate you. You loved him and only ever talked highly of him.

“You don’t know her— so I’d quit talking about her like you do.” Bucky defended you, his voice laced with venom towards Steve.

Your heart sped up at the way he was defending you, no one had ever had your back like that. After your Mother passed, it was just you. You unfortunately learned that the only person that had your back— was you. It was depressing but that’s how things were. That was until you heard Bucky.

“She could be tricking you Buck. It’s still early— you only just met her.” Steve pointed out.

You opened your mouth in shock, confused and hurt with the way he spoke about you. You were talked about like you were a disease and nothing more. What did you ever do to him?

“Again— I know her better than you ever will.” Bucky hissed, the venom unfamiliar— at least with you.

“Look at you, defending her,” Steve laughed, “You’re her bodyguard— not her boyfriend.”

You were again— shocked at Steve’s words. But you forgot your own reaction and slightly peeked around the corner— trying to see Bucky’s reaction. From the thick silence that covered the room, you knew his reaction couldn’t be good.

Just barely you could see the side of Bucky’s face, and one of his arms. His metal one that is. You could see the metal fist shake, the way his jaw was clenched so tightly it looked uncomfortable.

“Thanks for the info but— you need to leave.” You heard Bucky try to say calmly.

You could easily tell that he was still angry, but was trying his hardest to hide it. You wanted to know why that sentence out of them all bothered him the most. Just the random theories flying through your head had you blushing.

You had heard enough, deciding to tip toe back up the stairs— and wait patiently for Bucky to come back up. Should you tell him you had listened in?

You found yourself stuck in an internal debate, until you had heard soft knocking come from your door. You knew who it was. You weren’t sure why you felt shy all of a sudden— Bucky had clearly seen you at a pretty low point. You knew you should tell him you were spying— but found yourself backing down in the moment.

~

Bucky knew it wasn’t smart to be out while someone was threatening you. But he’d be damned if he let anything happen to you. He’d kill anyone without hesitation if they tried anything towards you.

In fact, he’d cleared out the entire grocery store just for you. Letting you roam freely through the place, in search of your ingredients without having to worry. Instead he kept his eyes trained on the glass doors at the front. He didn’t know if he has the power to request such a thing— but had done it anyway.

He didn’t miss the glaring men across the street, who obviously worked for your Father. They sent him judgmental stares— most likely sending a message to Pierce. Bucky knew he should be worried about his position after going against Pierce’s orders. But he was starting not to care. You were deserving of so much more than what your Father had given you.

He rolled his eyes, breaking his staring contest with the men— focusing back on your humming throughout the isles. The music was muted in the store, leaving the sweet sound of your voice echoing throughout the space.

He wasn’t sure if it was paranoia— but everyone that passed by the window and glanced into the store. He immediately labeled them as the stalker. He wasn’t sure if it was his brain desperately wanting to find them— or if he was just worried about you. He obviously was taking a risk bringing you out, but you didn’t deserve to be locked up.

He knew he needed to tell you, and with his brain going back in fourth in a stressful debate— he had found his answer.

He was going to tell you.

“Okay, I got everything. Ready to go?” You announced, pushing your cart towards the only cashier in the store.

Bucky glanced back at you, giving you a small smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. He was still lost in his internal debate.

With a nod of his head, you headed towards the checkout. Bucky watched as you talked politely with the cashier— causing them to smile widely at whatever you were saying.

Truthfully he was too stuck in his head to hear what you were saying, but he wasn’t surprised to find you making someone beam. You seemed to have that effect on people.

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Modern AU Childe x fem!faceless pornstar streamer reader 18+

TW:mentiones of toys, voyeurism (?) , modern au childe,daddy kink, squirting,

I think you can guess the rest of the tags

This is inspired by a fic I read but I can't find it anymore so idk who to give credits

:readmore: (this shi never works)

Every waking moment

Every hour at work

It all felt irritating

He could only grow restless till his working hours were up and he could leave

Childe's favourite activity of the day was going home, not to relax, not to eat, not to sleep, but to watch his favourite streamer, oh how cute she was! hiding her face with a mask, wearing a wig for extra caution, all while showing her beautiful and gorgeous body to the entire world for money, playing with herself for ___$ , Cumming on the stream for ___$, using various toys for ___$,Moaning a certain viewer's name for special donations and oh so much more! Childe could only feel aroused and angry everytime your stream started, you were showing your lovely body and doing such unholy things in front of so many perverts like himself just for money, he could easily give you the money you need! Just thinking about having you by his side, fucking you every waking moment, giving you the money that you oh so badly need to be doing such things on the internet was enough to make him cum all over his screen as he watched your stream on his computer.

Everything was perfect as usual except for one thing, he had a new roommate now, ugh so annoying, although he didn't need to have a roommate as he had a very high paying job, he oh so stupidly agreed to it one night a few days ago while he was rewatching a few of his favourite streamer's streams, agreeing in the heat of the moment as he was annoyed that someone was calling him asking if she could be his roommate for external and internal reasons for a few days, childe kept thinking about kicking his annoying roommate out but figured it's only for a few days so he didn't even bother looking at his new roommate's face, and with that in mind he kept watching his darling streamer when he realized something, her background was different today and she was telling her viewers how she was at a different place for some internal reasons and to not pay attention to it but childe kept thinking about it over and over again... It looks familiar... Too familiar... Childe kept looking at the background till it clicked in his head, he grinned evilly and immediately dashed to his new roommate's room and behold! His darling was right in front of him, completely naked, a dildo inside her sopping pussy, her face covered with a mask, wearing a wig, her eyes widened as childe barged in. He on the other hand,wasted no time in unbuckling his already loose pants, only in his underwear from the waist down now, wearing a mask himself and going near the screen where she was sitting, "hey guys, today you're gonna see your favorite streamer get fucked by an actual cock instead of this fake tiny little dildo" childe said as he yanked the dildo out with so much force, it caused you to whimper out loudly, still shocked from the turn of events "this will be her last stream so gonna make it a special one ya see" "don't even need to pay today, just watch and see how good I fuck my darling unlike you disgusting perverts, savour this moment in your heart" he says to the screen as he quickly takes his pants off, revealing his long and girthy member ", your eyes widen "w-wait, w-what do you mean my last steam?!" You say all confused "darling, ya think I'm gonna let these animals look at you any longer now that I've found out you're my roommate~ don't worry daddy's gonna pay for everything, no need to do such degenerate things for money anymore, daddy's gonna wife ya up"

and with that, he starts aligning himself against your dripping pussy, you can only whimper in protest, he starts slowly entering you until he bottoms out, hissing at you walls tightening around him "although you just had a dildo shoved in ya, it appears you're still too tight for daddy's cock, never had an actual girthy cock before did ya?" He says smugly as he starts violently thrusting in and out of you, you start moaning loudly, lost in the pleasure, no one has ever fucked you think good before, your eyes roll back in your head as your tongue falls out of your mouth as you stop caring about how your screen is filling up with hundreds of messages , either praising you or degrading you as they talk in detail how they're jerking off right now to you,as you're getting fucked into oblivion, childe on the otherhand could feel his blood rushing to his dick even more as he saw all the comments popping on the screen, a feeling of possessiveness fills him up as he starts thrusting faster and faster while growling to show the world who you belong to now, your walls start tightening around his cock as you feel the knot in your stomach about to snap, but something feels different, very different "i-i think I need to pee, I-i feel strange" you whimper out "then piss on my cock" he grunts as he feels your walls tightening even more, and as if on command, you squirt all over his chest, your back arching as your head falls back, childe's eyes widen at the scene in front of him and he starts smirking mischievously at this new revelation "my my, it looks like someone just squirted~" he chuckles,your eyes quickly widen but he gives you a reassuring smile to indicate this is not something to be ashamed of and thrusts into you sloppily a few more times to help you through your high before cumming inside your pussy himself, you whimper out at the feeling of being filled to the brim by his seed.

Childe quickly ends the stream and places you onto his lap to let you rest up as he coos praises into your ear "no more showing the world your gorgeous body m-kay?I'll give you as much money you need, let's be permanent roommates" he says as he slips the mask off of your face and his as well, then snags the wig off of your head for more air "you look stunning, you know that right? Looked so good when you squirted,it's a shame the mask covered your face, wanted to fully see that tongue sticking out,maybe next time" he says as he brushes some hair off of your face, you might have just found a new sugar daddy, except you're probably gonna be living with him.... And might just become a parent in the process..

[delulustateofmind]

Forged in Fire: A New World pt2

A/n: this can be read by itself but here is the link to part one in case you would like more context. It is loosely inspired by 'I stole the male lead's first night' I wrote this because I could not for the life of me sleep, so if there's errors then I apologize, also my requests are open!

Summary: You wake up in a strange place :) Azriel x Reader

Warnings: Mostly crack, Angry!Azriel, lots of cursing

WC: 3.1k

Taglist: @kksbookstuff

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You had failed to realize some rather... critical things that had led up to this moment.

For one, you couldn’t read the Prythian language, though you could speak it. Then there was your complete lack of understanding regarding the social caste system and etiquette. And, of course, visiting that suspicious fortune teller at the Renaissance fair three weeks ago—an absolute steal at five dollars—had somehow landed you in this otherworldly situation.

It was your third day in the Night Court. You sat by the garden, surrounded by beautiful flowers and basking in the sunshine. But the serene setting did nothing to calm the storm of your thoughts, especially with the absolutely terrifying shadowsinger sitting next to you. You tried not to lust over him, but Azriel was a sight to behold. The book did not do him justice, nor did the fanart. In person, this male was an absolute lethal god—lean muscles, absolute slut hips, and an ass that could stop traffic. You tried not to drool as you sipped your tea at the table, attempting to focus on the floral beauty around you. Azriel was reading reports, occasionally sending glares your way.

You knew he hated the Vanserras, and he probably didn’t enjoy this babysitting duty when he could be spending time with Elain or doing spy things. Until he finally spoke.

“What the actual fuck, Y/n?” His cold tone sent a shiver down your spine. You gulped the sip of tea you’d just taken, staring into his golden eyes that seemed like shards of ice. What did you do?

You just stared at him. How could you respond to that? How could you respond to the cold, golden gaze he was sending your way, or the way he kept playing with the ring on his... wedding finger?

Fae don’t do human weddings.

“Wait, you’re married?” you stuttered out, looking at him with wide eyes. He scoffed, smirking at your shock.

“Yeah, to you. We got married right before the war, in a private ceremony. We’re mates, for fuck’s sake.” Azriel was furious. He stood up, his wings flaring out in anger. His shadows twirled around your wrists, locking you onto the chair as he moved closer to you.

“How utterly convenient you lost your memory, you have a heart condition that you never told me about, and I don’t know the fact that you visited a witch right before our ceremony?” His tone was dangerously low, like the calm before a storm. He wasn’t yelling—no, that would draw attention. His words were like shards of ice, cutting through the air with a menacing chill.

“How come you didn’t say anything? I mean, I arrived like three days ago,” you said, trying to sound casual. Maybe you could play this off. Everyone here thinks you have amnesia, that you are definitely not from another world and have entered the world of a popular fae smut series. You got this.

Okay, maybe you don’t got this, as Azriel moved closer to you, tilting your chin up to look at him as he gazed down at you. You were honestly surprised you hadn’t pissed yourself yet. They don’t call him the spymaster for no reason. “What was I supposed to say?” he started, voice dripping with sarcasm. “I haven’t told my family that I was mated to a maid for the Vanserra family, who now turns out to be their sister.” Whoever’s body you had just taken over, can have their body back and deal with this mess.

You pleaded to yourself mentally as he continued. “You’re just so full of surprises. Honestly, it’s really my fault, to begin with,” Azriel said with a bitter laugh. “I mean, I should have investigated my mate, but I figured, no, my mate wouldn’t lie to me and then after the war not talk to me for three weeks because she nearly died at Autumn’s camp, which I didn’t even know you were there.” Oh, he was mad. Heated. The absolute rambling this male was doing—fuck, you should pay for his therapy for all of this.

“I’m sorry that I don’t remember you,” you began, feeling a strange tug in your heart—was that the mating bond? Perhaps mentioning it would make the lethal predator before you less mad. “I still feel the bond, though,” you whispered, pulling Azriel from his heated rage fit.

Azriel’s eyes flickered with something you couldn’t quite place, a mixture of anger and pain. “I just wish... you would have told me all of these things, that you would have prepared me for all of this,” he began, waving his hands as if showcasing the whole mess. “Rhysand knows we’re mates. I told him when you arrived.” Azriel scoffed, his bitterness evident. “I was surprised when it was you, standing there looking so shy, the way you bowed your head towards us. A Vanserra would never do that. That was the first sign that I knew you actually had lost your memories. That you were different.”

The rambling seemed to continue.

Azriel ran a hand through his dark hair, frustration evident in every movement. “You think I haven’t been trying to figure this out? Trying to understand why my mate would forget me? Why she would hide things from me? This isn’t just about the past three days. This is about trust. About knowing that my mate, my partner, would keep secrets that could get her killed.”

“I never wanted to hide anything from you,” you said softly, feeling the weight of his words. “I don’t know why this happened, but I’m here now. And I’ll do whatever it takes to make it right.”

Azriel’s expression softened slightly, the anger in his eyes dimming but not disappearing. “You have no idea how much I want to believe you,” he said, his voice low and filled with an emotion that made your heart ache. “But it’s going to take more than words. We’ll start with that witch, and we’ll go from there. But until then, no more secrets. No more lies. Agreed?”

“Agreed,” you replied, feeling the gravity of the situation settle heavily on your shoulders. You were in over your head, if you had to the chance to talk to whoever’s body you took over. You were going to scream and shout at them for this. 

Azriel’s wings folded back slightly, and he released your wrists from the shadows, though the wariness didn’t leave his eyes. “We need to talk to that witch, one of the spies said they found the location” 

You nodded as he took your hand in his, his wedding ring brushing against you. A reminder that you were not the one he fell in love with. Within moments shadows surrounded the two of you, as you appeared in front of a shop with a cauldron shaped sign and an old oak door. A sign that said ‘Come in: We can change your life! No Refunds!” hung on the door. 

Azriel gave you a look that said ‘Really? You went here of all places for magic’ he pushed open the door for you, you trailed behind. What was peculiar was that the lady looked exactly like the lady from the renaissance festival. 

The witch’s eyes flicked up as you entered, her lips curling into a knowing smile. “Ah, welcome back, dear,” she said, her voice smooth, like an eerie melody. “I see my spell worked.” 

Azriel gave you a confused look as you pulled him outside with you. “We will be right back,” you said to the witch before bringing Azriel outside. “Okay, you said no secrets, right?” The male simply nodded with a confused expression. You continued, your voice hesitant as you looked around to make sure nobody was walking the empty street. “I am not from this world. I am from a modern world where you and your family are a part of a hit faerie smut series.” You said it so bluntly that you didn’t notice the way his face looked. The look was unreadable.

“You’re saying that I am a book character?” he stated. You knew you sounded crazy and were praying that Azriel was not going to send you straight to the dungeons.

You nodded, feeling a sense of desperation. “Yes, and I don’t know how I got here. I visited a fortune teller at a Renaissance fair, and the next thing I knew, I was here, in this body, with no memories of this world.”

Azriel's expression shifted from confusion to something more guarded. “And you expect me to believe this? That my entire life, my family, everything I know is just... fiction in your world?”

“I know it sounds insane,” you pleaded, “but it's the truth. I’m not trying to deceive you. I just want to figure out how to fix this, how to make things right.”

He took a deep breath, his golden eyes searching your face for any sign of deceit. “If what you're saying is true, then this witch is our best chance at getting answers. But if you’re lying...”

“I’m not,” you interrupted. “I swear, Azriel. I want to find out what happened just as much as you do.”

He held your gaze for a long moment before nodding curtly. “Fine. Let’s see what she has to say.”

You both re-entered the shop, the witch’s eyes gleaming with interest. “Had to have a little chat, did you?” she asked, amusement in her tone.

“Yes,” Azriel said, his voice cold and authoritative. “And now we need answers. She claims she’s from another world, one where our lives are just stories. Can you confirm this?”

The witch’s smile widened. “Ah, yes. A classic case of cross-reality displacement. Rare, but not unheard of. The spell I cast was meant to fulfill her old self’s deepest desire, and it seems that desire was to escape her mundane life and find herself in a world of magic and adventure.”

“Old self?” you asked, your voice tinged with urgency.

The witch shrugged delicately. “The actual Vanserra. When I spoke to you, she had already set the spell in motion. It was only a matter of time for you both to flip-flop.” She said this in an amused tone, showcasing with her hands. “Your souls were swapped. Thankfully, you both existed in two different universes. At least you still look like yourself!” She laughed and muttered under her breath, “That’s not always the case.”

Azriel’s grip on your hand tightened, his expression darkening. “So you’re saying the Vanserra soul is now in another world?”

“Precisely, a human world to be exact,” the witch replied, still smiling. “Two souls, two worlds. It’s a perfect balance, really.”

You felt a wave of panic rising. “How do we reverse it?”

The witch’s eyes gleamed with a mix of pity and amusement. She moved to a back room behind a tacky purple curtain. “Now let’s check on the actual Vanserra using this doll.” She returned, holding up a rather awful sewing job of a cat with two buttons of separate sizes for eyes. “Ah, just as I thought, the Vanserra accepted the swap. You see, when she came in here, she would claim she was bored of this life. Bored of the mundane. She wanted a life of change, so I gave her your world. It’s more human, so of course, a shorter life span, but your world is rather peaceful.”

Azriel’s eyes narrowed. “What do you mean she accepted the swap? And what does that mean for Y/n?”

The witch shrugged delicately. “It means that once one soul accepts the swap, the other must accept as well. The balance must be maintained. The Vanserra is content in your world, living a new life, free from the burdens she faced here. She has accepted her new reality.”

The witch handed you the poorly sewn cat doll. “You could always communicate with her via your dreams. Given the situation, she hasn't reached out, perhaps hoping you would accept this world. To do this, you must sleep with this cat.” She gave you a look that said, 'You want my help or not, kid?' You stayed silent as you accepted the creepy, poorly sewn cat doll.

Azriel eyed the doll skeptically, then asked, “So she can talk to her in this dream state, but if the other has accepted, what does that do?”

The witch shrugged. “Provides closure, knowing that you are stuck in this world. You said you wanted adventure, right, kid? Well, here it is.” She gestured grandly with her hands.

You began, your tone edged with annoyance. “I wanted adventure as in, I don’t know, changing my degree or winning the lottery. Not my soul being transported to another world.” You gestured to Azriel. “Let’s say I do accept this role. What do I have to do?”

The witch hummed thoughtfully. “You must do five cartwheels, a handstand while saying ‘I choose this life,’ and then your soul will be sealed, and both eyes on the cat will match.”

Azriel gave her a look of utter disbelief before turning to you. “Can you even do a cartwheel?”

You nodded confidently, flexing your non-existent muscles at him. “Absolutely. I’m practically a gymnast,” you said, trying to lighten the mood.

The witch clapped her hands. “Wonderful! Now, if you’re ready, you can begin. The sooner you accept, the sooner you can start living your new life fully.”

Azriel rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed but resigned. After the witch had swindled the two of you out of two hundred gold, he kept your hand in his as he winnowed you both to the Healer’s cottage.

“We’re going to bed and getting this whole thing situated,” he muttered under his breath, guiding you down the hallway to your bedroom.

“What do you mean ‘we’?” you began, but he interrupted, “I am going to sleep next to you to make sure that you are safe and sound.” The look he gave you was one of ‘Don’t test my patience.’

As you both lay in bed, you stared at the ceiling, trying your best to sleep but unable to quiet your mind. The song lyrics of Kendrick Lamar’s "Certified Lover Boy, Certified Pedophile" played on repeat in your head. Azriel, too, was wide awake, his presence a mixture of comfort and tension.

Slowly, sleep began to take you. You found yourself being led by a black cat into the dreamscape.

In the dreamscape, you met someone who could have been your twin, except she had the most perfect posture known to man, the exclusive Vanserra glare, and was wearing a ballgown.

“So, you’re the one who took my spot?” she said, looking you up and down. Surprisingly, you were wearing modern clothes in the dreamscape.

You nodded. She continued, “Your world is... perfect. I mean, I don’t have to worry about beasts or my abusive father. I have my own apartment, music that can play at my fingertips. Your world may not have magic, but it is... magical.” She sounded amazed by your everyday life, one that now seemed mundane to you, having always wished for fantasy and adventure.

“But you hurt your mate,” you stated angrily, remembering the pained look on Azriel’s face when he learned that the real Vanserra had accepted her life in a human world, that this world was not enough for her.

The Vanserra’s eyes softened with a hint of regret. “I didn’t want to hurt anyone. I was just so desperate to escape. My life here was a constant battle, a fight for survival. I didn’t realize how much pain I would cause him... or you.”

“You could have at least tried to work things out,” you countered, your voice trembling with emotion. “Azriel is suffering because of this. He loves you—loved you—and now he’s trying to figure out what to do with me, someone who’s not even from his world.”

She looked away, guilt evident in her expression. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think about the consequences. I was selfish. But I can’t go back now. I don’t want to go back. Your world is everything I dreamed of.”

“And what am I supposed to do?” you asked, feeling a mix of anger and helplessness. “I’m stuck here, in a world I don’t understand, with a mate who’s heartbroken and confused.”

The Vanserra met your gaze, a newfound determination in her eyes. “You have to make this life your own. Embrace it, as hard as it may be. Azriel deserves happiness, and if I can’t give it to him, then maybe you can.”

You took a deep breath, preparing yourself for the ritual. “I guess this is it,” you said, looking around the dreamscape one last time before focusing on the task at hand.

One cartwheel. You felt the shift in the air, the magic beginning to weave around you.

Two cartwheels. Your movements became more confident, your resolve strengthening.

Three cartwheels. The world around you seemed to blur, the dreamscape fading into the background.

Four cartwheels. The energy of the ritual thrummed through you, a pulsing beat that matched the rhythm of your heart.

Five cartwheels. As you landed, you transitioned into a handstand, your voice steady as you declared, “I choose this life.”

The Vanserra twin gave you a smile, a mixture of relief and encouragement in her eyes. “Good luck, Y/n,” she said softly, her form beginning to dissolve as the dreamscape faded completely.

When you woke up, you surprisingly had tears in your eyes. Azriel was already awake, gently stroking the hair out of your face. The poorly sewn cat doll was clutched in your hands, and its once mismatched eyes now both gleamed evenly.

“Are you okay?” Azriel asked, his voice soft and filled with concern. His touch was tender, a stark contrast to the intimidating persona he often projected.

You nodded, still processing the weight of what had happened. “I... I talked to her. The real Vanserra. She’s happy in my world. She’s not coming back.”

Azriel’s expression was a mix of emotions—relief, sadness, and something else you couldn’t quite place. “So, this is really happening,” he murmured, his thumb brushing away a stray tear from your cheek. “You’re here to stay.”

You nodded again, feeling the truth of it settle deep within you. “Yes. I’ve accepted this life. I’m going to try and make it work. For both of us.”

He sighed, a sound that was half-resignation, half-hope. “Then we’ll figure this out together.”

You looked into his eyes, feeling the bond between you grow stronger with every passing moment. “We will,” you agreed, a sense of determination filling you.

Azriel pulled you into his arms, holding you close. “Welcome home, Y/n,” he whispered, his breath warm against your ear.

[starlightsuffered]

Luscious

Info - insecure Timothée, getting off on body, creeping into room, undressing with previous consent, kinda subby Timmy, worries about body hair, hairy Tim, love making, handjob, praise kink, playing with hair, Fem big spoon, crying, cum eating

“Thank you so much,” I said happily to the hotel clerk. My boyfriend had a thing about being in absolutely perfect form whenever he came back from somewhere and hadn’t had a chance to groom himself. I always said it didn’t matter, but he insisted it did.

This time, I couldn’t stay away for his typical night or two in a hotel before he came to fuck me within an inch of my life. I hoped he wouldn’t be mad. I’d just missed him so much. I’d managed to make a deal with the hotel. Now, I was going to be able to see him even though he’d only gotten in recently.

I used the key card with shaking fingers. I could barely wait. I burst in and saw my boyfriend sleeping soundly on the bed. He’d often given me permission to wake him up with sex or sexual favours.

I crept to his beautiful form. I noticed he looked different than normal. A fuzzy trail of dark hair ran down into his boxers and those were all he was wearing. I pulled down his boxers. I licked my lips. The fabric was wet with precum and he was hard in his sleep, like he sensed I was near.

“Mmmm,” I moaned as I saw all the hair on his crotch. He was usually clean shaven, but this was new. I quite liked the curling pubic hair and happy trail.

“Oh Timothée, baby,” I cooed. I petted his jaw. He mumbled in his sleep and squirmed.

“Wake up pretty boy,” I called. I caressed his face gently. He had a bit of stubble on his face making him look so sexy and raw.

“Mmmm, mmm, y/n,” he mumbled. He blinked up at me and smiled groggily. Then the smile left his face, he looked down to see his boxers were off.

“No, no, no!” He wailed and nearly flung me off him. He back up to the headboard and covered his crotch with his hands.

“Timothée, what is the -“

“Don’t look at me! I told you I needed time to freshen up,” he cried.

“But I don’t care,” I said weakly. “I just want to see you. I missed you.”

To my shock he began to cry. Tears were falling down his face. I was so surprised I couldn’t move.

“I’m all hairy and gross. I’m not your smooth, pretty, good boy,” he wept. “I hate shaving it’s so tedious and annoying. I do it around you to look good but when I’m away I just let it grow. It’s why I always need a day. I never wanted you to see me like this.”

“Oh baby,” I said and held my heart which felt like it might break.

“So just leave please.”

“No, no I’m not going to leave you crying and feeling disgusting,” I shook my head. “Timothée I love your hair.”

“Y-you do?” He asked tearfully.

“I really do, it’s so damn sexy. Look at all that dark, soft, luscious hair,” I said nearly salivating. I slowly petted his body hair.

“Really?” He asked through tears.

“Yeah, I love it so much,” I said. I pulled his hands away from his body. I noticed there was even a sexy patch of chest hair. I licked my lips again.

“Come on lover,” I begged. He was slowly following me, laying down and looking up at me with wide puppy eyes.

“I feel disgusting. I just want to be what you want, what you fantasise about,” he whimpered. My heart broke a little more. How could be believe he wasn’t exactly what I craved? What I adored? What I longed for always? How could he not know every night I fell asleep to thoughts of his body, his voice, his essence?

“You’d have to be an idiot pure and simple not to appreciate and treasure this body, especially with hair,” I said as I pulled off more clothes. He was quiet as I did, taking in my body until I was completely naked on top of him.

“Especially with hair?” He asked in a small voice.

“Especially,” I reiterated and nuzzled my nose with his.

“Oh baby,” he moaned.

“I’m going to make love to your body,” I said as the idea hit me.

“Wh-what does that mean?” He asked nervously, propping himself up.

“Just lay back and don’t worry,” I requested. I interlaced our fingers on our left hands and began to move. I worked myself on his small tummy lined with hair. I was so wet juice was left pooling around his belly button. His head fell back and he whined. He was squirming underneath me.

“T-Tell me I’m pretty, tell me I’m pretty for you,” he begged.

“You’re so pretty, the prettiest boy I know,” I cooed and caressed his lovely jaw.

“Oh, oh thank you, oh how does just this feel so damn good!” He gasped. He was writhing.

“You’re gorgeous,” I said and ran my free hand through his messy curls.

“Keep your eyes open for me baby,” I begged. I wanted his wide eyes on me. I wanted him to see the admiration in my own eyes that were glued to him. He looked so submissive and desperate when he opened then I nearly whined myself.

“And, I-I’m a good boy?” He asked with round eyes.

“Baby, baby, baby,” I chanted as I rubbed myself on him. “You’re my good boy, the best boy.”

“Baby,” I repeated and bent down to press my lips to his. He kissed me deeply, making small noises into the kiss. I moved further down so his cock laid on his stomach and I was more situated on his pubic hair.

“Oh fuck, oh f-fuuuuck,” he breathed.

“Oh angel, you’re so beautiful, all this dark thick hair,” I moaned.

“Y-you really mean that, don’t you?” He pleaded.

“Yes, oh yes, I love you, I love your whole body.

“I love you too, make love to my body harder,” he said with teary eyes. I gyrated my hips harder. I rubbed myself on his gorgeous body hair.

“Oh Timmy, you feel so damn good every time,” I whimpered. He whimpered back and he squeezed my hand tighter as precum leaked from his pretty pink cock.

“You promise you don’t mind,” he asked in a quiet voice, almost too quiet to hear.

“Mind? I love it, it’s so pretty, your perfection,” I smiled. He bit his lip. His hand wrapped around his cock.

“No, let me precious,” I said softly. I took his velvety hardness and stroked him.

“It feels so good,” he said covering his face with his hands. I pulled them away and kissed his nose.

“Your body is a masterpiece,” I whispered in his ear. One more move and feeling of friction from his body and I came apart. I squeezed his hand hard as I felt into bliss. I was crying out desperately. He made small whimpers as he exploded over my hand. He was breathing so heavily I couldn’t believe it. I felt pure wonderment at the purity of this moment. He wasn’t made up and hairless and something he wasn’t. He was my real and true boy and I loved him.

I lapped up as much cum as I could and then used tissues to get the rest. Timothée was so deeply blissed out he wasn’t making real words. I snuggled up behind him. I kissed his neck as I ran my hands through his pubic hair. I threaded my fingers in it letting him know how much I cared for him.

“Thank you,” he whispered emotionally.

“Anything for my boy,” I said and kissed his temple. “You’re always my beautiful, beautiful boy.”

[goatyuuji]

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Yuuji cannot sleep now that he's got another soul picking at him from within his own mind. Megumi keeps replaying the moment Sukuna ripped his friend's heart out. Both find ways to cope with the pain of emotional manipulation. "You stupid boy, Sukuna whispered into the deep crevices of Yuuji’s heart. You stupid, love-sick boy."

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“Not to worry, Yoshino,” Gojo announces brightly and while Megumi can’t see his eyes he feels them flicker to him for the smallest fraction of a second and something in his stomach drops. Oh no. “I just know what to do. Don’t you worry about that, your teacher has it all figured out!” Megumi opens his mouth, impending doom hanging over his head like a storm cloud, but by then it’s already too late, lightning has already struck. Gojo, the biggest ass in human history, flashes thumbs up in the round and then goes: “I’m sure our brightest little shikigami user would love to help you.” (or: Yuji comes back from the dead, comes back from the dead with a shiny new friend and Megumi is totally cool with that. Everything's peachy. Really.) PS: this one for all the people (me) who LOVEE Megumi absolutely loathing Junpei for no reason except the fact Yuuji befriends him (sorry Junpei)

kiss me not him by tamarsilan (T, 9.4k , Complete)

Still, her mouth had nearly hung open in shock at the news. “Junpei and I are dating,” Itadori had said with a smile on her face, holding up her and Yoshino’s intertwined hands. In their shared college dorm, Yoshino’s socked toes had dragged against their carpet, unsure. Fushiguro had been glad that she was sitting at the time. Between her hands the bunny-adorned coffee mug, Itadori had made her, threatened to shatter Or: Fushiguro Megumi and the five stages of grief

Conbini Kisses by Anonymous (T, 2.1k, Complete)

Itadori’s anger, Megumi can deal with. His silence, however, is torture. ————— Now they’ve reconnected, Fushiguro and Itadori have a much needed conversation.

The Brotherly Code by awkwardtypeos (T, 2.8k, Complete)

He sighs heavily, and looks his best friend dead in the eye, and finally delivers the news. “You cannot court Fushiguro. He is not worthy of you. I must ask you to put a stop to this.” Itadori blinks at him once, twice, several times, and then absolutely squawks, high-pitched and certainly not manly, “W-what do you mean? Todo that’s-that’s none of your business!"

sweet disposition by Nicolefrickle (T, 3.1k, Complete)

Itadori needs touched, and Megumi needs to heal

Long Fics:

you may bury my body by movequickly (M, 32.9k, Complete)

In all the worst ways, Yuji is just like Suguru. PS: I could not sleep for 3 whole days after reading this...this fic is intense i won't lie, the gojo and yuuji scenes are hard to swallow, gojo and geto scenes even more but all in all this also feels like a love letter to Yuuji

Saving You by earthtodora (T, 73k, Ongoing)

Yuji dies in the battle against Sukuna in Shinjuku. When he wakes up in the infirmary, he finds that he's in the past, before the events of the Culling Game, and the Shibuya Incident. Yuji must try to avoid making the same mistakes, and find a way to defeat the King of Curses and save the people he cares about. But first, he must find a way to deal with his own trauma and come to terms with the future he left behind. --- "Sensei," Yuji spoke up suddenly, snapping Gojo out of his thoughts. Gojo looked over at him. "Yes, Yuji?" "I want you to kill me."

tears of a tiger (there is no night without dawn) by rugbratz (T, 53.9k, Completed)

Yuuji understands that most people in his situation would be excited for the promise of tomorrow and what it may bring. But that’s not him. Yuuji can’t even begin to explain the conglomeration of emotions that he feels, but he knows that all of them are horrible and that he’s not ready. He never is.

[mephistopheleswasrobbed]

We're at episode eight (two thrirds through already. how?!). It seems my prayers have been answered and after weeks, I was finally not left scrambling to pick up my organs that had fallen out of various orifices at the shock of how the episode ended. (dude, if they had ended the episode with Home flatlining my hair might have spontaneously turned completely gray from stress)

Anyway I'm back to not so seriously tell you about all the things in this episode that reinforced my belief that Home and Peach love each other. Let's go!

1

Home starts crying at the mere mention of Peach's name. With absolutely no alcohol needed to ease the flow of his tears.

2

No one is questioning for a second what/who is motivating Home's ghost into action. Because it's clear to whom his strongest attachment is.

3

The revival ritual call's for something Home loves and the only thing they can come up with is Peach('s cooking).

And Peach is willing to be completely unhinged and illegally cook in a hospital for a chance to get Home back.

And they were right. It works. The smell of Peach's cooking does actually lead Home back to his body. (until the stuggle with security rips the string off Home's finger)

4

Back when Home first stayed over with Peach and Pangpang, he was bickering with Peach over the amount of chillies in Peach's cooking.

And Pangpang filmed them and made ship edits with it. And is now using that to prove to Peach that Home loves his cooking. (And making up quotes to go with it, but Peach was fully ready to believe that Home could have said that and he was flatterd about it too, so.)

5

Of course this is where Home's limbo is. In the place that he claimed for himself, finally made into a proper home by the presence of Peach and Pangpang that's visible all over it.

Grandpa is, aside from Peach, Pangpang and Home, themselves, possibly the only other person who understands just how much they have come to mean to each other. He must be glad that his grandson has finally found his "home".

6

After Home flatlines Peach is sobbing and begging at his bedside clutching his arm. And I'm not saying you wouldn't do that with your friend but this is clearly romance coded. (Are his cries what led Home back to his body in the end, because Peach is something he loves and he's still inside the thread circle and even though the thread isn't attached to his finger anymore maybe it's still working because Peach is surely touching his fingers or maybe it's because of the heart monitor finger clip thingy that's attached at the same side that somehow counts? Who knows. I'm not familiar with the rules of this religious/spiritual practice)

And then Home, who thought that no one would want him alive anyway, walks in and sees Peach begging him to wake up and Pangpang on the floor looking shell shocked and he realises that despite everything he is loved and at the same time it must break his heart to see his family like this because of him.

7

But he eats Peach's food and that brings him back to life and Peach is still holding on to him

So Home can finally do what he's been trying to for the last episodes.

The last thing Home wanted to do before he died, the first thing he does once he's back to life. He finally apologises to Peach. (And I feel a little smug about it because Home waking up with Peach at his bedside and the first thing he says is "I'm sorry" is exactly how I imagined/hoped it would happen and I'm glad I was right)

8

And after he has finally said the words out loud, Peach hugs him and they hug for 24 seconds of showtime but we cut to a new scene before they stop so in the story they probably stayed like that for a long time and eventually Pangpang joined in and their little family was finally back together.

But also the way Peach is holding on to Home like he's never letting him go again and

the hand on the neck?!

the thumb on the ear?! Please, they are so clearly in love with each other.

9

Peach has brought back the "More than friends - less than lovers" shirt to celebrate them getting back together (though he thinks he's sneaky and can hide it with this somewhat out of place looking plaid jaket-shirt-thing) And it's the first time he's worn it in Home's presence (the last time was at the beginning of ep 5 when he had the nightmare about chef hong's death, so only Pangpang saw him in it)

And Peach, for lack of clothing options to signal his feelings, is left to look at Peach with absolute heart eyes.

Lesbian Corner

is still not experiencing an abundance of moments. But it was, of course, Pangpang who noted that another member of their family was still missing.

(And despite their best efforts to cast suspicion onto Kan, I don't think she'd try to kill Home. She did seem worried about him and defended him against the car mechanic. But we'll see next week, I guess)

[boldlyspeedydreamerreturns]

VoxVal fic time.

Was supposed to post this last week, but the new episodes came out and I got distracted. This was actually a request from a mutual. Enjoy 😊

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Vox threw open the door of his bedroom and flopped down on the large bed with a groan. It had been a very long day. It seemed like every other time he turned around something else was going wrong or someone needed his attention. His battery was almost completely drained. He laid there motionless for several minutes trying to decide if he should make the effort to put on his pajamas or just pass out. He heard the door open and close again. He barely turned his head enough to see Valentino standing beside the bed.

“Vox? You alive? You're on my side again, roll over.”

“Roll me over yourself, I'm too tired.” Val huffed and sat on the edge of the bed next to Vox.

“Long day?” Vox rolled his eyes at Val’s question.

“No, not at all. Why do you ask?”

“No need to get sarcastic, brat.”

“Val please…I'm really not in the mood right now.” Vox turned his head to be face down on the pillow. Valentino sighed and stood up, walking over to the other side of the bed and getting in next to Vox.

“Hey…” Val put a hand on Vox’s back, making the TV demon look up at him.

“You…want me to do that thing you like? You know, that always makes you smile.” Vox knew exactly what Val was talking about.

“Don't you dare. I'm not in the mood to have my circuits overloaded.” Valentino took this as a challenge, moving his hand up and down Vox’s back playfully.

“Are you sure, sweetie? You always like it.” Vox curled his body away from Val's touch.

“Seriously Val, it's been…a day. I just wanna relax.” Val sighed again and laid down next to Vox, inching closer to him.

“Fine fine, I won't do it. Do you want to talk about it?”

“Not really. Right now I just want some quiet.” Val wrapped all four of his arms around Vox, pulling him close, making Vox the little spoon. Vox sighed and let himself relax against Valentino. The two stayed that way for a long while until Vox turned around, tucking his screen head under Val's chin.

“I'm really tired, Val.”

“Then take a nap, Voxxy. I'll be here when you wake up.”

“No, that's not what I mean. I just…” Vox felt himself starting to shake. He hugged onto Valentino tighter.

“I'm tired of everything. Of the company, of the attention, of the responsibility, everything. I just…wanna disappear.” Val was shocked by Vox's confession. Valentino rubbed his back gently.

“Vox…please don't. I know everything can be overwhelming. Fuck, I have no room to talk, I'm overwhelmed all the time. But…if you disappeared…” Vox looked up just in time to see tears pricking in the corners of Valentino’s eyes.

“Val…”

“I know I can be an ass. I know I don't always take things seriously and sometimes…I take you for granted. But, I don't know what I'd do with myself if you were just…gone. I'm sorry.” Vox reached up, wiping away the tears from Val's eyes.

“I love you, Vox. I know I don't say it enough, but I do. And I'll say it more if you want. Just…please don't talk like that again…please.” Vox sighed softly and curled up against Valentino more.

“I love you too, Valentino. More than I probably should, but still, I love you. And…I'm sorry if I scared you just now. I do want to disappear sometimes. To just go away and not think about the responsibilities that are constantly on my shoulders. But…I won't actually leave. Not if it means leaving you behind.” Vox smiled up at Val. Valentino smiled back, leaning down and kissing Vox’s screen where his mouth was.

Val kissed all over Vox's screen, making the TV demon laugh. They stayed in each other's arms for a long while.

“If you ever do actually decide to leave everything behind, let me know so I can follow you. We'll disappear together. Velvet can handle things on her own.” Vox laughed again at Valentino's words.

“Maybe it's not disappearing completely, but I could definitely use a vacation at the very least.” Vox tucked his head back under Val's chin. Valentino smiled and hugged Vox tighter.

“I could get on board with that. Things have been insane in the studio lately.” The two shared a laugh. Vox yawned.

“Something to talk about later. I really do need to get some rest.”

“Alright my love. Sleep well.” Val kissed Vox one more time before getting comfortable, pulling the blanket over them, both slowly falling asleep.

Neither seemed to notice they were both still in their regular clothes, but it didn't seem to matter.

[barcalover86]

End of beginning

A never-ending friendship

Book

Chapter four

Your body suddenly can't move.

What the hell did you do last night?

Bia is still sleeping in bed with your new friends besides her, and you are the only one awake. You were trying to remember what happened after the game, but nothing was coming out of your mind.

You weren't that stupid to send him a n*de.. or were you?

But if that happened, someone would have stopped you. But on the other side, all of you were drunk and immature.

And if you really sent him a n*de of yourself , then it will be all over Internet. Just like the other photos of you two together.

You screwed up bad..

Finding the courage to open up his messages alone, not wanting to wake anyone up this early in the morning, you are even more shocked when you see his text.

Before you click on the photo he sent you, you read what he wrote you.

I am happy that you looked at the match, and I'm also sorry for the gossip that it's going around right now. I hope I didn't cause damage to your relationship.

Relationship? What relationship?

You were the one who thought that you made Gavi and his girlfriend break up. But he was thinking something completely untrue. You don't have a boyfriend and you never did.

Right now, you were trying to think who could be that boy he saw you with. But as you were trying to remember who he was, you suddenly realised that he also sent you a photo.

You opened your phone again, tapping to his account.

When you counted to three, you clicked on his photo, and your heart melted at his sight.

It was a selfie of him and Lewandowski, smiling at you. He also wrote on it that brought us good luck .

That? What that?

Now you begin to think again what picture could you have sent him to.

And if somehow it was a n*ude.. did he really show it to everyone else around him?

But you weren't the type of person to do that. Even when drunk. It just wasn't your personality.

So.. your photo brought him luck? You smiled a bit.

Oh, and then you realised that Gavi actually texted you. Well, you texted him first, but he replied.

And he was also having you at his following list. That's.. Nice. You smile once again.

"Bia, wake up!"

"Hm?"

"Gavi texted me!"

When everyone heard that, they all got up immediately.

"He did what?" asked Lucas.

"He texted me, look."

"Screenshot his photo," Bia said, and before you could stop her, Lucas already did a screenshot on your phone.

"What! No, now he's going to see it!!!!"

"And? It's better than not having the photo? I bet he made it by himself just for you."

You think about it. Maybe..

"Uhhh" you groaned, sitting on your bed. "Do I have to reply to him?"

"What's even with that question? Of course you have to!?"

"But what do I say?"

"Just, I don't know. Congrats on your win?" Liam says.

"But then he'll let her on seen." Laura interrupts. "It has to be something like, congrats to your win, you did amazing. How are you feeling after the game?"

"Of course he feels happy, they won?"

"Bia, I mean if he is tired or in good shape. Maybe he got injured, which I don't think so. He'll get the question, right, Lucas?"

He looks at her while thinking what to answer.

"Boys often misinterpret questions like that."

You nodded. "Then what do I say?"

"In my opinion, you should really add the congratulations part. It's important." Lucas says. "Boys like to feel important and appreciated.

"Ok, so first I'm saying congrats. After?"

Silence. Everyone is thinking.

"Should I go with something like I hope your training goes good today?"

"Ah, I don't know-"

"I got it!!!" Laura says. "Just reply to his photo with a photo and you can add there the text you want to say. He'll sure be curious on your photo."

"Yesss! That's it! But I have to be pretty. Everyone, help me!!"

They all helped you with a pretty outfit, your hair and makeup, and after about 1 hour, you were ready to take the picture.

Smiling widely, you sent a photo of you saying congratulations on your win, guys. you did amazing. visca barça.

Perfect. Now you wait.

..................................................................................

Today, waiting for his reply, you walked around Barcelona, chatting and laughing. You stopped near your friends' restaurant and started singing and dancing traditional Spanish songs until the L family was ready to close.

All the time you were looking at your phone, hoping for a text from Gavi who seemed like wouldn't come.

When you said your goodbyes, you and Bia went to drink something near your hotel. When you were talking about your future college, your phone buzzed, and you freezed.

"So??"

You look at her with a big smile.

"Gavi."

"I wanna see, I wanna see!"

Bia was whining just like a little kid, but you were also so excited to read his text.

Well, he sent you another photo.

He seemed like he was in a bedroom, assuming it was his, smiling into the camera and having his thumb up. He was adorable.

If you want more photos of me, tell me. You don't have to screenshot. Also, you didn't tell me about your boyfriend. Is he mad?

"He is definitely flirting with you!"

"I don't know.."

"Well he totally is. Reply to him."

You took a quick photo of you, with your orange juice on your hands, smiling sweetly.

I'm sorry about that. A friend of mine screenshoted it accidentally. And about my relationship, I don't know where that came from. I'm single.

After 5 minutes, he replied.

"Wow, y/n. He is quick. I told you he is into you!"

Now, it was a photo with half of his face saying my bad, sorry. so are you still asking for pictures?

You did a similar picture as he did last time, and wrote first of all, I didn't ask for any pictures, second of all wouldn't your girlfriend be upset that you are talking with me?

"Are you sure you want to send that?" Bia asked you.

"Well even if he is Pablo Gavi, if he has a girl at home, he has to right not talk to other girls."

After about 20 minutes, he replied.

The photo was again with half of his face saying that are u jealous, y/n?

You blushed hard.

"Ooooo, he is flirting with youu."

"Shut up, he is typing.:

"Let's get home. We can't stay here for another hour. We also have to look for colleges."

You nodded and while you were walking back to your hotel, you were looking intensely at your phone.

Right when he was about to send his text, your mom was calling you.

You groaned hard while Bia was laughing.

"Yes?"

"Hi, sweetheart. How are you?"

"Mama, I'm kinda busy. I'll call you later, ok?"

"Did something happen? Are you ok?"

"Yes, don't worry. We are heading to our hotel. I'll call you there, ok? Bye."

"Bye, don't forget to!"

After ending the call, you go to see what Gavi said.

You blushed even harder.

"Whatt???? I wanna see too."

Yes, I am a footballer, but I don't cheat. I don't have a girlfriend and I didn't have one recently either. I think you know a lot about me, but I just know your name. Wanna meet me tomorrow at 13 after my training to show you the museum from Camp Nou? I promise I won't steal you. Bring a friend if you want. I'll bring Fermin too.

"Say yes, say yes, say yes!"

"I don't know, Bia. I feel like it's happening too fast."

"It's the right time, trust me. When fo you want him to ask you out. A day before we return home? Say yes!"

You slowly nodded, accepting his offer." You'll come with me."

"You didn't have to ask." she says super excited.

See you then.

You replied.

He liked your message.

"Today we have to go shopping. We need new chlotes."

[pattypanini]

Lay All Your Love On Me

Chapter 6- Out With The Old, In With The New

Jake Kiszka x Reader and Josh Kiszka x Reader

Word Count: 5,241

TAGLIST

AN: Hi everyone! Here is the sixth chapter of Lay All Your Love On Me from me and @mar-rein12! We appreciate you all so much and the support we have gotten is so much more than we ever imagined. Every like, comment, and reblog means so much and we notice all of you. We hope you enjoy the sixth chapter, Out With The Old, In With The New.

Warnings: 18+, Unprotected sex, Squirting, Make out, Disloyalty (if you want to consider it that),Angst, Alcohol, Hookups, Degradation kink, Praise kink, Daddy kink, DIRTY TALK,

Y/n’s POV

You’re a bit startled when you wake up in the morning. You feel a warm nude body pressed up against you, suddenly recalling the events of last night. You stretch out under the covers, rubbing your eyes. As you roll over, careful not to wake Josh, you check the time on your phone. 11:16am. You slip out from under the covers and make your way over to your dresser drawers, to select your outfit for the day. You pull out a pair of gray sweatpants and slide them over your shaky legs, that he was no doubt the cause of. You prance over to your closet and file through your tops, landing on your pink lululemon tank. You slip it over your bare torso. 

Josh starts to stir and you watch his eyes flick open. “Good morning,” he smiles at you, his voice still groggy from his sleep. 

You grab your hairbrush on your desk, lightly dragging it through your knotted hair. “Good morning to you too,” you reciprocate his shining smile. 

He rolls out of bed, still completely naked. “Oh shit, I’m sorry. I forgot.” He quickly reaches for his khaki shorts that were discarded on the floor. 

It wasn’t like you to have guys over to your house, you would usually go to theirs, but Josh was different. You two were becoming close friends so you didn’t feel like he was invading your space. You were beginning to get a little antsy and wanted him to leave soon so you could relax the rest of the day though. 

You make your way out to the kitchen where you found Charlotte making coffee in a t-shirt you had never seen before, makeup still on her face from last night. 

“Did you have fun last night?” You ask, laughing a little under your breath. 

She turns to you slowly, having obvious regrets about her decisions. “So much y/n.” She says in a very dry, sarcastic tone. You grab a celsius from the fridge and take a seat at the table and hear footsteps coming from your room. Charlotte's eyes widened, shocked that you brought someone back here. 

“Who?” She mouths to you. You give her a look to calm down. When Josh comes around the corner Charlotte's eyes light up, shocked that HE was the one you brought home. 

“Hi Josh, did you have a fun night?” She says jokingly, taking a sip of her hot coffee, making her way to the seat next to you. 

“You could say that.” Josh says, making his way behind you, resting his hands on your shoulders. The silence was awkward, you could cut it with a knife.

“So what are you and y/n, Josh?” You practically spit out your drink. Why would she ask that? Your eyes shoot daggers into her. A laugh bubbling up inside of you.

“Ummm I- I don’t know, I guess we're something.” Josh stammers. The laugh you had attempted to hold in releases, practically in his face. 

“Oh please, we’re just friends Char, nothing crazy, it’s all for the roles anyway right Josh?” 

He takes his hands off your shoulders. You could feel his scoff hit the back of your neck. “Yeah… totally. I’m gonna go now y/n, see you around.” He makes his way towards the door, power behind every step, and finally hearing the door slam shut. 

“Damn, what's his deal?” Charlotte questions.

“I don’t know, I guess he’s just got a stick up his ass.” But you knew. He didn’t like that “friend” label you just gave him. But you didn’t see him as much more. He was a friend you liked fooling around with. Friends with benefits, if you will. But you didn’t consider you both, “something.” 

You hoped what you said wouldn’t ruin anything between you two, you were beginning to really value your guy’s friendship and the time you spent together.

—

As the week went by things had taken a turn for the worst. It felt like the beginning of the semester again. You were giving the same energy you have been, but Josh hasn’t been reciprocating. He seems disgusted by you, always backing away or making a face when you reach out for him. Kissing you with pursed lips. It's just awkward. 

By the end of Thursday’s practice Coleman was visibly angry. She has been so happy with how everything has been going, but this is what happens in the show world. You knew that from the beginning your relationship with Josh couldn’t be more than a fuck buddy, because if it became more and you guys broke up it could ruin the whole show. 

Coleman called you up after practice to discuss the sudden change in dynamic. 

“I don’t get it. What’s going on with you guys? Last week was perfect, so what's changed?” Coleman shoots you a disapproving face, filled with disappointment. 

“I-I don’t know. We hung out last weekend and I referred to him as my ‘friend’ and I don't think he liked that very much.” You decide to be honest with her and if you were being honest with yourself, you don’t think this is your fault. If only Josh had been more transparent about his feelings, you guys wouldn’t be in this situation, yet again. 

“Can you guys please put your feelings aside, at least until the end of the show. We can’t put this production in jeopardy, over you and Josh’s selfishness.” Coleman pleads with you, desperation in her icy eyes. 

“Yeah, yeah of course. Will do, I'll have it figured out before tomorrow's practice.” You reassure her, slinging your bag over your shoulder. 

Coleman offers you a weak smile, signaling the conversation was over and you were free to go. You turn on your heels and head straight for the door. 

When you make it back to your dorm, you find Charlotte sitting on the couch painting her nails. Her eyes are focused intently on her light blue nails, her focus averts from her nails to look at you. “Hey girl!” She shoots you a soft smile. 

“Hey Char! Your nails look cute,” you grab her hand to examine her freshly painted nails. 

“Stoppppp, they’re fresh. I don't wanna ruin them.” She pulls her hand away to check them. “So what are you doing tonight?”

“I don’t know, probably nothing. I don’t even have anything to study for so it’ll be a boring night. Maybe I’ll find a new show to watch or something,” you tell her a little upset Josh hasn’t reached out by now. 

“You’re not going to Josh’s apartment?” Her jaw drops, clearly surprised. 

“No, we haven’t really been on good terms since he’s been over. I think he’s pissed that I friendzoned him.”

“But I thought you guys were like a thing?”

“I mean in the show, yes. But we haven’t really done anything that seems, like, relationship-y. We mess around, and it's fun, great even. But like I don’t count that as something more than just fuck buddies. If I considered a hookup the beginning of a relationship I’d be dating a lot of guys.” You chuckle a little at the thought. 

“Well I don’t know if you're blind to it, but he’s obviously really into you. The way he was attracted to you as soon as he came into the room, he was all over you. I think you really hurt his feelings.”

You hadn’t really realized how much you might have hurt him. You weren’t used to guys actually liking you and wanting to be around you. Usually, they only wanted you for your body and once they had it, they were gone. 

“I think you are right, Char. I just… I don’t know what to do, I feel like it’s too late to recover from all this. Even Coleman has noticed things are different now,” You speak to her, in search of advice, that she’s always so good at giving. You collapse onto the couch exhausted from the day.  

“Well… I mean, you could apologize to him. Try to work things out?” She suggests. 

You sit there for a moment, really thinking about it. You didn’t think you did anything wrong, but you need to put your own feelings aside and be the bigger person for the sake of the show. 

“I guess you're right. Maybe I’ll stop by tonight. You think I should ask if I can come over?” You ask knowing Char would know what to do in the situation.

“No don't, because if you ask he’ll probably just say no. So just do a friendly drop by.”

“You’re right, a friendly drop by, that's all this is. I guess I’ll freshen up real quick and head over. Should I bring anything?”

“Your hot bod and a condom.” She winks at you with a mischievous smile plastered on her pale face.

“You're disgusting, I think that's the last thing he wants to do with me. Should I go now?” Suddenly, you're anxious realizing you’re going to have to face him. 

“I would, you don’t wanna go too late because maybe he’ll be cranky or something, you know how guys can be sometimes.” 

“Ok.. I’ll go now… I guess,” You quickly make your way into your bedroom to freshen up before heading over. You spray some more perfume, deodorant, dry shampoo and touch up your makeup since you didn’t get a shower. You glance at your drawer in your vanity that holds your tampons and other products. Should I actually grab a condom? Stop y/n get your head out of the gutter.

You check out your outfit in the mirror making sure everything looks okay. Your oversized white sweatshirt and light pink boxer shorts looked good against your tan skin. You made sure you had a bra on this time to make sure he didn’t get the wrong impression. 

Grabbing your belt bag quickly before you head out you say bye to Char and make your way out the door.

“Did you grab a condom?”

“What do you think?” You roll your eyes at her. 

—

When you finally get to the apartment, you start to regret your decisions. Maybe you shouldn’t have come unannounced, or maybe at all? You raise your hand up to wrap your knuckles against the wood. You hear blues music drifting out into the hallway through the closed door. You knock. Footsteps start to approach and the door whips open, revealing a shirtless Jake. 

“Hey y/n. What are you doing here?” Jake questions you. 

You hear him speaking, but you’re too focused on his naked upper body. He has toned arms and shoulders, and a nice set of abs, a similar build to his brother. You didn’t know that was all hiding under there, but you guess you never tried or cared to find out.

“My eyes are up here actually.” You hear him say, pointing at his face with a slight chuckle, as you snap out of your trance.

“Oh yeah sorry, um, is Josh here?” He rolls his eyes.

“No… but I am, I wouldn’t mind you coming in for a little. I can make you a drink.”

“Oh… no that’s okay you seem busy and I don’t want to intrude. I-I’ll go.” You turn away from the door.

“No, I insist.” He says holding the door all the way open. You oblige and walk through the doorway. “Take a seat on the couch awhile. I just need to finish up these dishes really quickly.”

“I can help if you want.” You suggest as you follow him into the kitchen.

“Why would I make you do that, go sit your pretty ass down on the fucking couch.” He smirks at you, but you can hear the genuineness in his raspy voice. 

Jeez. A little aggressive, he's very similar to his brother in more ways than one. As you take a seat on the couch you feel weird. You haven’t been here when Josh wasn’t. It didn’t feel right. It felt off to sit where you usually do so you opted for the middle seat on the couch.

“What would you like to drink?” You hear Jake scream from the kitchen.

“Umm, maybe just a glass of wine or whatever is fine. Thank you!” You respond back. 

A few moments later Jake arrives with two glasses of wine in hand and t-shirt covering his body. Damn it. He takes a seat beside you, right where Josh would normally sit. It feels like deja vu. 

“So, why are you even here? Did you have to talk to him about something or just come to fuck?” Jake sasses you.

“With who?” You question, making sure you understood him fully.

“Well, I was talking about my brother but I wouldn't mind a little action myself.” His remark makes you gag on your drink a little, not expecting his forwardness. 

“I wanted to apologize to him for what happened the other day. He slept over after the frat party and I might have friendzoned him. And while we have been fucking around and acting like we’re together for the show, I never really saw it as more than a fuck buddy situation. I’m not the kind to be tied down to one person. But it’s important to him so I wanted to apologize and work things out again, for our friendship and the show.”

“Damn, I didn’t realize he thought about you like that. He came home earlier for a little while and left to go to the library. I guess that makes sense as to why he seemed so sad.” Jake pondered, taking a large swig emptying nearly half the wine glass. 

“Wow, thanks for making me feel like even more of an ass than I already do. I guess I’ll try to text him tonight or something.” You stare at the floor taking a big sip of your wine. “Oh and I’m sorry I pulled you into the middle of Josh and I’s situation at the frat party. I guess I kinda used you to get back at him.”

“I didn’t mind, any excuse to be touching you is a win in my book. If that's what it took, I’d let you use me in any way you’d like.” He says, raising his eyebrows, taking a small sip of his wine.”

“W-what?” 

“All I’m saying is that you're not tied down so you shouldn’t feel bad for being with me on Friday.”

“I don’t, I liked it, I just feel bad for you since I used you to get back at him.”

“Don’t feel bad. If it was up to me you would have been leaving with me and we would have done so much more, baby. Better than whatever you did with my fucking brother.” Your mouth ajar, absolutely shocked by his statement. 

“If you don't close that pretty mouth of yours, I'm going to have to find other uses for it.” His pointer and thumb lift your jaw up and he begins to close the gap between you. “I bet you’d like that wouldn’t you? My thick cock down that tiny, little, throat of yours.” Emphasizing every single word looking deep into your soul. 

Could you do this? Get with his brother. After trying to apologize for not wanting to be more than friends. You were going to explain that if he wanted you to, you'd take your guy's relationship seriously. That it could become more than just a show relationship. Be with each other. But Josh isn’t here. Jake is.

Fuck it.

Your lips crash into Jake’s, not wasting any time bringing your hands to his hair and straddling his lap. You pull his hair back and release your mouth, and reattach it to his now exposed neck. Sloppy kisses and licks were placed all down his neck and jawline. Making him breathe heavily, close to your ear. 

He brings his hands down to your ass, picking you up to lay you with your back on the couch. His body towering above you makes you go out of your mind. You need him so bad. As he leaves wet kisses down your face and throat, he reaches a covered zone. 

His hands meet the hem of the sweatshirt, and eyes look down to you. “Please baby, let me see that perfect body you're hiding under here. You have no idea how bad I want this.” You nod and he continues to pull your sweatshirt above your head, discarding it onto the floor. 

He pulls his body away to get a full look, you watch as his eyes trail down your body, painfully slow. 

“You see something you like Jake?”

“I’m seeing a lot that I like, and I think there is even more I’ll like that’s still covered.” He says pulling at the waistband of your boxer shorts. You lift your hips to allow access for him to pull the shorts down. 

You try to wear cute undergarments whenever you can because it makes you feel more put together and confident. Today you were very happy you remembered to do so. Underneath all of your clothing was a baby pink matching bra and panties set. 

“God, I can’t believe I waited so long for you.” He begins to trace the outline of your lace bra. “Tell me what you want y/n.” 

“I want you inside of me please. I need you, Jake.”

“Do you want me to use a condom?” 

“No, Jake. I need to feel you. I wanna feel you fill me up with your cum. Please daddy.” You whisper in his ear, giving him your best fuck-me eyes.

His jaw drops and he lets out a deep, content sigh pressing his tongue into the side of his cheek. If you were gonna do this, you were doing it fully. You tug at his shirt pulling it up, letting him know you wanted to see more. “I think it's a little unfair that I’m practically naked beneath you and you’re still fully clothed.” Letting your hands graze up his toned chest under his shirt, you begin to drag your nails lightly down his torso. He approves of your actions with a deep groan beginning to pull up his shirt. You can’t help but sit up to lick a stripe up his soft stomach.

As soon as his shirt is fully off you go right to his pants, tugging down on them. 

“Someone must want something, such a desperate brat. Are you just so fucking horny for me? Tell me what you want, you needy little thing.”

“I want you to fuck me over this god damn couch like the fucking slut I am. I’m a slut for you Jakey. You wanna have this happen again, show me a good night and I’ll be giving you so much more. I’ll give you anything you want.” Jake’s gaze darkens, his eyes nearly turning black. 

Without saying another word Jake picks you up, and stands you in front of the arm of the couch. Leaning you over it with your ass in the air. “You look so fucking good from this angle, baby. I’m gonna fuck you so hard. That little limp my brother gave you will seem like nothing compared to what you're about to feel like.” He punctuates his sentence with a sharp smack to your ass. 

His hand trails up your spine stopping when he reaches the clip of your bra. He unclips it and it falls off your body landing on the arm of the couch, in front of you. 

You look back to him, with challenging eyes. “I’ll believe it when I feel it, Jakey.” 

He reaches his hand around the front of your body and grips your throat in his large hand, pulling you up into his chest, your ear right next to his lips. 

“Are you really going to fucking talk to me like that? Don't make things worse for yourself babygirl, or else you won’t be able to ‘practice’ with my pussy of a brother. That would make you just so sad wouldn’t it?” He pushes your head back down towards the arm of the couch.

“He’s got too many emotions in that head of his.” Jake says as you feel his hands move to his pants, releasing himself. “You need someone whos gonna fuck you like the whore you are and leave, right? I’ll give you that baby, whatever you could ever want, no strings attached. I’ll be your dirty little secret, y/n.” 

He begins to line himself up, teasing your entrance. 

“And I’ll be your little secret Jake, when you say the word I’ll be here. I’ll be here, fucking you whenever you want, however you want.” He groans behind you, his tip pressing in a little further.

“And Jake…your brother cannot find out about this, or else this will be over, and you won’t be able to fuck this sweet pussy anymore.” You say with a smooth cadence. 

“God damn, baby. Our secret, our little secret..” Without any warning, he slams his throbbing cock so deep into your wet cunt. He allows you to adjust for a moment before you start to feel his dick drag against your soft walls. 

“Oh fuck, y/n. I will keep this secret for as long as I get to fuck this gorgeous pussy. You feel like velvet baby.” His fingers grip deep into the sides of your hips, pulling you back against him. Sounds of skin clapping fill the room.  A high pitched moan floats by your lips and Jake notices right away.

“Feel good, baby?” He continues to fuck into you reaching around your body to grab your tit in his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Feels so good, Jake. Josh could never fill me up the way you do. OH FUCK!” Your hands grip around the arm of the couch. You reach over and grab the decorative pillow laying on one of the cushions and nuzzle your face into it, in an attempt to muffle your moans. 

You feel his free hand wrap around your hair, pulling your face out of the pillow, as he picks up the pace. “Don’t muffle those beautiful moans baby, I wanna hear you, all of you. I need to know how good I’m making you feel.” His hand that was on your tit begins to travel down your stomach and nuzzle itself between your slick folds, rubbing tight circles on your clit. 

Oh fuck. If he keeps this up you’ll be finishing in record time, but you wanted to last longer. 

You push yourself up on the couch, standing up. You turn yourself around and push him to sit on the couch. “When’s Josh getting back?”

“I don't know, but that's what makes it all the more exciting, doesn’t it? He'll get a little taste of what it was like after I walked in on you guys.” You begin to pull his pants fully off. “He probably did it on fucking purpose, he knew how I felt about you. How badly I wanted that moment with you, but now I have it. So I hope he fucking comes in, seeing me with ‘his’ girl.” 

“You’re a fucking slut Jake. I like that. I like my men a little slutty.” You straddle him, lining yourself up with his cock, sitting down on it. You hear a whimper escape his mouth. 

“You like that baby, you like being told that you're a slut, because guess what…you are. Getting in the way of your brother's situationship for a little pussy. You barely got a taste of what I can do, and I already have you pussy whipped.” You taunt him, your hands traveling up to his neck, applying a little pressure. 

“You’re so fucking hot y/n. You have such a fucking hold on me, you could tell me to do or say anything and I’d do it.” His head falling back against the couch, eyes rolling back into his skull. His fingers dig harshly into your hips, most definitely making marks. 

As you begin to bounce up and down you brace yourself on the back of the couch, letting your body lose control and melt into him.

He reaches to you, holding your tits from bouncing up and down. “Look at these pretty titties, they're so perfect just like the rest of you, baby.” He leans his head down to attach his lips to your chest, sucking purple marks into your flushed skin. His mouth travels down a little further, sucking a nipple between his teeth, gently biting. You feel that familiar knot in your stomach forming. 

“Jake… I don’t know how much longer I can go, feels too good.” You whine into his ear.

“Me too, baby. Cum for me, soak my cock. I know you want it, I want it- Fuck. Baby. I’m gon- I’m gonna cum, cum with me, please. Let me fill you up.” Jake’s voice is filled with desperation, sending you over your edge. 

“Oh God, Jake. Holy fuck!” Your release washes over you in waves of pure bliss, your vision going white. You feel Jake release into your cunt. When you finally come down from your high you feel a small puddle of wetness beneath you, you look down to see what it is and look back up to make eye contact with Jake. 

“That's so good, baby. Such a good girl, squirting on my cock.” His finger dips down between the two of you into the puddle of your and his cum. He collects it on his pointer and middle finger and brings it up to his mouth, sucking on his fingers. “You want a taste, baby?” His fingers dip back down, gathering more, this time slipping his fingers past your lips. Continuing to buck up into you, getting a couple last thrusts, the overstimulation beginning to kick in. 

You let out a content sigh and a little hm, as he pulls his fingers out of your mouth with a pop. “We taste so good together.” You admit to him leaning in to kiss him deeply. As you get up off him, you bend over to grab your clothing off the ground and feel a hard slap against your ass. You turn around to face him with a fake offended look plastered across your face. He pulls you in by your waist to kiss you once again. As you pull away you begin to pull your undergarments back on. 

“You should just leave your clothing off and stay over tonight.” He says grabbing your clothing, throwing them onto the chair, pulling you in to grab your ass, nuzzling his face into your neck licking up to your jawline.

You push him off playfully going for your clothing yet again. He begins to pull his pants back on, deciding to leave his shirt off. “You know I can’t stay over. Did you not process anything that was just said about this secret?”

“Oh trust me I processed every moment of it, verbal and physical. Just thinking about it makes me want more. How about another round?” He said once again reaching for your now clothed ass, but that didn’t stop him from going beneath the fabric and grabbing your bare cheeks.

“Well you’ll have to wait for more next time, you think you can do that and keep our little secret?” Your hand trails down to his pants, rubbing your finger in between him and his waistband.

He looks down to your hand smirking at the sight. “This isn’t helping, you better watch yourself or next time it will be not just one round but two, maybe even three if you’re lucky.”

You push him back and go to grab your belt bag. “You're already leaving y/n?”

“Yes, I’m not facing Josh after what just happened. I’m texting him, he’s not finding out I was here. Got it?”

He nods before walking you to the door. “I know it's silly to ask after all that happened but can I have your number, you know to set up next time.” 

“Sure, but don't put me in there as y/n. Change it to something else.” You grab his phone, putting your number in and leaving the name blank, him doing the same to yours. When you hand it back Jake immediately has a name to put in the phone. “What did you make the name for?” He turns the phone to you.

Squirt. What the fuck. It seems innocent at first but knowing the context makes it much worse. 

“Oh,” your cheeks turn beet red at the sight of his contact name for you. 

“Pretty creative don’t you think? Is that the first time you’ve done that?” 

“I mean yeah but I don’t mind, it felt so so good.” You go to hug him, biting into his bicep playfully. 

“You’re so fucking hot you know that? A beautiful girl, inside and out.”

You lift your head up to kiss him once more before leaving. “I’ll see you soon Jakey.” You wink to him and motion to zip your lips before leaving out the door. 

Your mind was filled with thoughts of the unexpected night as you just had as you walked back to the dorm. When you finally get back to your dorm you go straight to your room, trying not to run into Charlotte. When you sit onto your bed you check your message notifications expecting it to be from Jake but it wasn’t it was from Josh.

11:14pm Josh: Hey y/n, I wanted to say sorry for the way I have been acting. I know that from the beginning this was all for the show and I let my feelings get in between that. I should have said something sooner instead of freaking out about it in front of your roommate. If you wanna go back to how things were before I’m totally down, if nothing else becomes of this that's also okay. Just know that, no matter what, I want to be friends and I’m glad something has become of this musical. Whether this ever becomes something or not doesn’t matter, even though one day I hope you see me as more than just a friend. I’ll see you tomorrow. Gn😊.

You’ve got to be fucking me. You're the worst person to ever exist. After everything you did tonight he finally wants to apologize. You're an awful friend. But tonight was something you never experienced before, something you didn’t really regret. 

11:18pm y/n: It’s okay Josh, I'm sorry too. Let's work on getting this show back together and then we can figure everything else out. Have a good night, see you soon 😊.

You feel awful lying to him, but it's not like he asked, ‘hey did you fuck my brother tonight?’ So technically you're not lying, and you and Josh weren’t dating so it doesn't matter who you slept with. But the average person would probably be mad if they found out you were sleeping with their sibling. 

There were too many thoughts and you knew that was your signal to end the night. You plug your charger into your phone, falling asleep in your outfit that was just taken off by the twin brother of the boy’s heart you just broke.

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[smashingdollz]

Headcanons of Giyuu, Rengoku, Gojo, and Nanami react to shy crush confessing to him?

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hello anon, thank you for the request! i can do that.

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-Shinobu definitely teased you about your crush on Giyuu, "how could you like Tomioka out of all people?" yet she also teased you into confessing to him. (she still wanted to support you)

-when youre confessing you arent actually intimidated by him, even if he is just starring at you quietly waiting for your confession to end so he could return your feelings. he actually has this aura that somehow calms you even if youre in a situation that should make you extremely nervous. of course youre still stuttering, but not as much.

-as youre confessing he feels extremely warm inside. ever since he joined the Demon Slayer Corp he has been constantly surrounded by hate, but he gets a break whenever hes around you. he just wants to embrace you and feel that way all the time.

-the way you shyly praise him is what keeps him going. you in general is one of the main reasons he keeps going, he wants to live a quiet happy life with you. and he would do anything he can to obtain that.

-and he verbally expresses that; he walks over, and gently places his hand on the back of your head to bring you closer to him. "as long as your by my side ill do anything to protect you, so we could live a peaceful life"

-Shinobu teases the hell out of both of you. whith Giyuu its way worse though 💀 but overall everyone is completely shocked that the two of you ended up together. a couple of people asked if you were okay when they heard the news.

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-you could not meet this mans gaze, you would honestly look anywhere but his eyes. he would notice this and would take your fidgeting hands into his which automatically sends a comforting warmth through your body.

-he boldly, and loudly accepts your confession. and very boldly praises you. "I LIKE YOU TOO Y/N!", "YOU LOOK EXTREMELY BEAUTIFUL/HANDSOME TODAY!". the more he praises you the more hes slowly breaking you, he doesnt mean to of course, please forgive him.

-he does find your shy demeanor quite interesting though, since hes always been confident an loud. he does try to get you out of your comfort zone at times, but if you dont want to he respects your boundaries and maybe gives it another try some other time, he just wants to raise your confidence a bit and wants you to see yourself the same way he sees you.

-after that day hes always by your side, you insist that he can go do whatever he wants but hes always say "THATS FINE! ID PREFER TO STAY BY YOUR SIDE FOREVER!" he just wants to make sure your safe! whenever someone talking over you he speaks up for you! or he announces that you have something important to say.

-Mitsuri squeals every time she sees the two of you. she thinks the two of you are so cute together, especially because the two of ypu are polar opposites.

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-at this point im praying for you and getting your casket ready. he would absolutely teas the hell out of you till youre red in the face and pass out- then when you wake up hell refer to himself as your "savior" jk jk, but honestly please be prepared for a lot of teasing during and after your confession.

-when you get nervous and start fidgeting during your confession he turns off his force field (its been so long i forgot what its called, infinite?) so he could comfort you. (he makes it extremely worse 😍) but honestly the fact that he turned off his ability just to comfort you is so cute. you know that scene when he held that curses hand? yeah he did that with you.

-he takes in your quiet praises and hod them close. sure he loves all the praises he gets, but he especially loves them from you, what you say about him is the only thing he cares about. and just like how you boost his ego, he makes sure to boost yours as well

-"you know, youre extremely cute when youre bold, i guess thats one of many reasons why i like you. but when you act shy youre even cuter!" MANS CANNOT LET YOU BREATHE FOR A MINUTE- he definitely shows you off and you become apart of the silly shenanigans he pulls.

-his students are totally kicking their feet and giggling at the fact that their teacher is getting confessed to. yet some of them are wondering why and how this man is getting confessed to and how someone like you can like him. they send you their best wishes and "get well soon" cards 💀 youre gonna boost this mans ego, but thats okay, anything for this man and his beautiful eyes.

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-he is extremely patient with you. "theres no need to rush in. please, take your time." he knows you act like this around everyone, but he wants you to be comfortable around him. he wants you to feel what he feels when hes around you, you make him feel extremely warm, and whenever your around him you make him forget about this job that he hates so much.

-if youre still struggling with your words he stops you, "thats okay, you dont have to say any more, because no matter what you say ive already decided that ill spend my life with you" thats when you fell in love with him all over again. hes so considerate with how you feel, and he doesn't make you go out of your way if you dont want to. he wants to give you a happy comfortable life.

-he doesnt mind the way you act at all, even though to others you may seem childish or insecure. he knows its something thats normal and doesnt bash you for it, he would rather worry anout you (and Yuji) than anything else.

-you guys cannot catch a break with Gojo, he would be teasing the hell out of both of you. youd just be standing there all flustered as this man goes on and on and Nanami is just staring at him like 😐 Yuji thinks the two of you are absolutely cute together though!

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i hope you like these, it was really fun to come up with them. i absolutely love Gojos and Nanamis parts. thank you for requesting!

[mamaestapa]

Can You Keep a Secret?

•pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

•series summary: Y/n Hubbard, the younger sister of Cincinnati Bengals Defensive End Sam Hubbard, finds herself in a difficult situation after a steamy hookup with her brothers best friend, who just so happens to be the quarterback for the Bengals. In just nine months their lives will be changed forever. How will Y/n and Joe manage to to go through parenthood together? more so, how will Sam take the news he is going to be the uncle of his best friends baby?

•chapter summary: You wake up beside your brothers best friend and wonder what happened the night before. While you’re at Joe’s, you get a call from Sam saying he’s going to be at your place soon…can you keep Joe a secret from Sam?

•word count: 6.1k (combined a couple short chapters to make one long one. you’re welcome;)

•warnings: Language, mentions of alcohol and being drunk, hangovers, mentions of sex/unprotected sex, condoms, um maybe a daddy kink? (HEY LISTEN-) i think that’s all…

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December 18, 2022

pre-pregnancy

"Ow…” you croaked out, your voice hoarse from waking up and from the night before. You scrunched your eyelids shut and let out a low groan as the bright, morning sunlight glared into your eyes.

You absolutely hate hangovers. They’re the worst, especially after about four glasses of wine. You swear those hangovers from wine mixed with some tequila are the absolute worst. With your head still pounding, you slightly open your eyelids more after noticing a dull ache in your legs as you stretched them. Huh? That’s funny... I never get leg cramps from hangovers? You thought to yourself. Suddenly your eyes shot open, and you were wide awake. You noticed you had no clothes on, and you mean none at all. Which, you usually sleep in at least a long shirt and panties, so you found it odd you were completely naked. You sat up in the bed, pulling the sheet up with you to cover yourself. You looked around the room and realized you definitely weren’t in your room. You were totally unaware of your surroundings, until it finally dawned on you…

"Oh shit..." you said, rubbing your hands down your face. You rubbed your eyes and hoped once you stopped you’d wake up and realize it was all a dream. You took your hands away from your face, hopeful that you’d find yourself in your own room when you opened your eyes. However, your hopes were crushed. You let out a heavy sigh as the memories from last night came back in full force.

"Oh my god...” you groaned out, totally in denial, “I, we did not..." You slowly turned your head and looked to the left side of the bed. Sure enough, there he was. Joe Burrow was laying there, shirtless and sound asleep. You had a look of shock and worry plastered on your face as you looked at his sleeping figure. All of a sudden, you jumped out of the bed, ripping the comforter off with you. You wrapped it around your, naked body to cover yourself as you attempted to find, and put on your bra and panties from the night before. You successfully found your bra in a pile of Joe’s clothes that lay on the floor by the foot of the bed. However, your panties were nowhere to be found.

Joe jumped up at the sudden movement of the heavy comforter being taken off of his body. He made a face when he too noticed the glare from the Cincinnati sun peeking through the blinds of his room. Your eyes traveled down his body. You immediately noticed the he was also naked. No clothes, nothing. Joe looked down and let out a yelp, horrified that his dick was uncovered. He quickly moved his hands from his sides so they could shield his manhood instead.

You couldn't help but laugh at his actions. It’s not like you hadn't seen it before. After all, you apparently did see all of him last night.

Joe’s eyes traveled from his hands to the empty side of the bed before they finally fell on you, standing off to the side and wrapped in the white duvet. He quickly grabbed the sheet he was laying on and pulled it up over his legs, letting it rest on his waist in order to cover himself. Joe moved one of his hands up to his face, rubbing at his temples.

"Fuck...did we.." he trailed off, looking up at you with a grimace on his face.

You gulped nervously, "Yup. It’s looking like we did."

Joe winced as you shifted uncomfortably. You instantly regretted your decision to move though when you felt that dull ache in your thighs once again.

"It feels like it too..." you winced as you shifted yourself once again, trying to find a position that didn’t hurt you.

Joe’s grimace turned to an amused smirk, "Oooh, really?” he teased, “I didn't know we banged that hard."

You rolled your eyes and scoffed. "C’mon Joe, this isn't funny."

Joe shrugged, "I mean, it kinda is,” he looked at you as he did that thing with his tongue to the inside of his mouth that all guys do. A sort of arrogance dripping from his tone as he said, “I fucked you so hard Y/n that you can't even walk."

You rolled your eyes in annoyance, soon wincing once again when you tried moving. Joe’s demeanor immediately softened as if he had a sudden change of heart.

"Awe, Y/n, I’m sorry." he grimaced, "you can come sit down again, maybe that'll help?"

You nodded, accepting his offer, “Okay, yeah." you slowly moved back down to the bed, re-wrapping the comforter around your body as you sat down.

"I didn't mean to hurt you Y/n, I’m so sorry."

You giggled lightly, "It’s OK. I’m just a little sore, but honestly...” your voice lowered, “I’ve never felt this good in my life."

Joe’s chest rumbled with laughter, "Oh, really?” he raised his eyebrows in amusement, “Well, I guess I’ll take that as a compliment." There was a moment of silence, before Joe broke it, "If it makes you feel any better, from what I can remember, you were amazing too..."

You laughed, "Ooh, really?” copying Joe’s amused response, “thank you, babe."

Babe. You didn't even realize you said it until after you said it. Yeah you call Tee and Ja’Marr 'babe' sometimes, but this was different. Much different. Because you’ve never hooked up with them before, and you call them 'babe' in a friendly way. With Joe, it just felt different, foreign even!

"Sooo..." he trailed off, "what do we do now?"

You sighed. Your head was throbbing terribly. “Nothing yet. Just stay in bed for a bit because I have the worst headache..."

Joe chuckled, "Me too.."

The two of you sat in silence, enjoying each others company. When all of a sudden you sat up and let out a loud gasp. Joe furrowed his brows as he sat up with you, “What?"

Your eyes widened. "Uh...Joe?” you felt a pit in your stomach as you thought the worst, “did you uh...you know?"

He looked at you, expecting you to continue, "Did i 'uh what' ?"

You bit your bottom lip, drawing a little bit of blood in the process, “Did you use protection?"

Joe just stared straight ahead. You swear you could see all of the color in his face drain. He cleared his throat, "Um, I uh...I can't remember.” he fiddle with the bracelets on his wrist, “but I don't think I did.”

"Joe!?,” you screeched, making the blonde wince, “how could you not have? Why-what!?" You were stunned that he couldn’t remember to use a condom.

Joe threw his hands up in the air, "We were drunk,Y/n! Almost blackout drunk at that. We both had too many drinks last night, and I don't know about you, but I’m really not remembering much of what happened.”

You were fuming. How could the two of you forget about the condom!? Your anger soon died down though when you realized that you wouldn't have to worry about anything. Thankfully, you’re on the pill.

"Oh thank god." you sighed in relief, feeling a huge weight lift off your shoulders.

"What? Did you remember if we used one?”

You couldn't help but giggle, "No, but I do remember that I’m on birth control, so we should be just fine."

Joe rolled his eyes, putting a hand on his chest as he let out the breath he’d been holding, “Good. I am not ready to be a daddy yet."

You laughed and reached out to pat his hand that was laying on the bed next to you, “well, you won't have to worry about that with me,"a playful smirk pulled at your lips, “no bun will be in this oven like Zac was worried about last night."

Joe just shook his head and chuckled. You looked at the alarm clock that was on his nightstand, deciding to see what time it was.

11:25

You groaned as you sat up further in the bed. Your head still throbbing as you ran a hand over your face. You let out a sigh.

"i should probably get going..." you trailed off, awkwardly fumbling with your fingers. You were never good at the “morning after” thing. Especially in this situation where it’s your brothers best friend.

Joe propped himself up on one arm, looking at you with a hint of disappointment, “Are you sure? At least let me cook you breakfast and get you some tylenol. Maybe even a shower?" he offered.

You hesitated, unsure if you should take him up on the offer or just leave and never speak to Joe again. You knew it would be quite impossible to never speak to Joe again due to your job, plus the damage was already done…

You smiled softly, making your decision, “I’d like that, thank you Joe."

He smiled, "Of course, it's the least I could do. Especially after hurting you,” he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, “which, I’m really sorry about."

You smiled softly, "It’s all good Joe, don't worry. I’ll be fine,” you smirked, “i just won't be able to walk straight for a couple hours."

Joe chuckled, "If you say so. And hey, that just gives me an excuse to carry you down the stairs again.”

He moved to scoop you up in his arms, but he abruptly stopped, “Wait, let me put some pants on first."

You giggled, "That might be a good idea."

Joe chuckled and grabbed the sheet once again, shielding himself from you. He wrapped it around his waist as he got out of his bed. You watched as he walked over to his dresser, pulling out clean underwear, a pair of grey sweatpants, and an old purple LSU Tigers t-shirt. He tossed you the pair of sweatpants and the shirt.

You caught them midair, a triumphant smile on your face that made Joe smile. He walked into the bathroom to change, but he stopped in the doorway and turned on his heels to look at you. "Do you want to change in the bathroom? I’ll let you, if you don't want to change out here."

“Either works for me.” You said with a nod.

Joe smiled, tightly. "How about this,” he pointed behind him, “take a shower to maybe help with the headache, then i'll just change out there. Sound good?"

You smiled, giving him a thumbs up. "yes, dadd-I mean," you coughed, "Joe, Joe."

Your face began to turn crimson as you almost called Joe “daddy”. Joe chuckled, "Don’t worry Y/n, that's not the first time you've said that."

“I-." you began saying, but the embarrassment took over and you were at a loss for words.

Joe smirked, "Well, I’ll leave you to it. There’s towels in the cabinet next to the toilet, and i'm pretty sure there's some women's soap under the sink if you'd rather use that."

You smiled, "Thank you, Joe."

"Yeah, no problem,” he nodded, sucking in a breath, “if you need anything, just holler. I’ll be out here."

You got up from the bed and made your way to the bathroom. Joe stepped out your way and shut the door for you as you walked in. You set the clothes he had given you on the sink counter. You then realized you had no underwear. You contemplated on what to do, before ultimately deciding to call Joe’s name. "Hey Joe!?"

"What’s up!?" he called from the other side of the door.

"I uh,” you started, “I don't have any panties. Can you go find mine from last night for me? Please?..."

You heard a soft chuckle come from Joe, “Yeah, sure. Just give me sec!"

You smiled as you called out, “Thanks!"

There was a moment of silence before you heard a knock on the door. You opened it slightly, only peeking through to grab your panties. However, Joe had moved his arm inside the door first, holding out a pair of...boxers?

"I couldn't find your panties..." he trailed off. "and I assumed you'd want something clean anyways,” his eyes widened as he realized what he just said, “not saying you aren't clean! It’s just, I personally would want something clean after creaming my- never mind. Anyways,” he breathed out, “I just brought you a pair of mine instead."

You smiled behind the door, knowing Joe was probably smiling sheepishly on the other side. Youbgrabbed the boxers from him.

“Thank you Joe,” you said, appreciating his act.

"You’re welcome. Now, enjoy your shower. I’ll be waiting downstairs with breakfast, and tylenol." He carefully closed the door behind him. You dropped the comforter off from your body and turned the shower on. Joe’s bathroom was huge—much bigger and nicer than yours. It had marble counter tops, a double vanity, and the shower was a walk in instead of a tub like yours. You grabbed a towel, placing it on the floor by the shower door. You were about to step in when you remembered Joe saying something about how he had women's soap in the cabinet under the sink. You decided to grab that, not wanting to smell like head and shoulders for days. You opened the cupboard and found whole blends coconut shampoo and conditioner, along with lavender body wash, and a box of tampons.

“Awe, what a sweetheart." You gushed to yourself. You grabbed the soaps and got in the shower. You began to rinse yourself off in the steaming hot shower, already feeling your hangover start to disappear.

~time skip~

You winced as you stepped out of the shower, the dull ache still lingering in your thighs. You pushed through the pain and got dressed. You pulled the shirt over your head and flattening it out over your body. It came down to just above below your mid thigh. Short enough where it didn’t look like it swallowed you up, but long enough where you didn’t need pants. Once satisfied with your outfit, which you found super comfortable, you decided to do your hair, throwing it up into a messy bun while it was still damp. You grabbed the comforter and towel from the floor, walking out of Joe’s bathroom and throwing the comforter on the bed while keeping the towel in your hand. You walked out of his room and made my way downstairs. Surprisingly, you were able to make your way down the steps without your legs giving out on you. As you walked down the hall to where you assumed the kitchen was, your nostrils were hit with the wonderful smell of bacon. You followed the delightful smell all the way into the kitchen. When you walked in, legs slightly wobbly, you were greeted by a shirtless Joe standing next to a skillet, frying up some scrambled eggs.

"It smells delicious in here!" you exclaimed.

Joe turned around smiling at you, "Thanks. How was your shower?"

You hummed, “Good. It really helped with my headache.”

Joe took a sip of his orange juice, "That’s good,” he pointed to a barstool, “here, sit down, i'll get you some breakfast. Coffee or OJ?" he asked, reaching for glass.

As much as you love coffee, you could use a good cup of orange juice. "I’ll take a cup of orange juice, please."

"Yes ma'am." he said, grabbing the carton of orange juice and filling a glass up. Joe handed you the glass, "Thanks." you smiled, sitting down down on the barstool. Joe turned back to the skillet, turning off the burner. He filled two plates up with eggs, bacon, mixed fruit, finishing them off with two tylenol pills for each plate. He grabbed both of the plates, and sat them down on the island.

"There you go, Y/n." he said, sitting down next to you.

"Thank you,” you smiled, “do you always cook breakfast for your hookups?" you jokingly inquired, although you were a little curious.

Joe smirked, "Only for the special ones, or the ones whose last name is 'Hubbard'."

Your cheeks flushed. You still can’t believe you hooked up with, slept in the same bed, showered in the same shower, and ate breakfast with your brothers best friend. Your eyes widened at what he said, “Wait...what!?"

"What?"

You shook your head, "No-nothing. Nevermind" you giggled to yourself, leaving Joe confused. You smiled at him, taking a bite of the eggs. "Ugh, these are delicious.”

"Thank you, they're made with eggs, cheese, and a whole lotta love." He winked.

You rolled your eyes, "Love huh?"

Joe bit down on a piece of bacon, "Yup. But not as much love as I put into my grilled chicken. If you think these eggs are good, you need to try my chicken. It’s delicious."

You both chuckled and went back to enjoying your breakfast.

"Sooo..." Joe trailed off, clearing his throat. "where do we go from here?"

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, unsure of what to say. You weren’t totally sure how you felt about Joe, or if he even had feelings for you. Last night was just a drunken hookup. A no strings attached thing for both you and him. But there was something about Joe that you were naturally drawn to. As much as it would be wonderful if you could work something out, you just can't. You have to keep things professional. Plus, Sam would kill you if you ever dated Joe.

"Well, I guess we just go back to what we were before? Friends... who may or may not have hooked up." you said, letting out a little laugh at the end of your sentence

Joe chuckled. You swore you saw a hint of disappointment flash in his baby blue eyes. "Yeah, I guess you're right. after all, we were drunk as fuck. Had we been sober, we wouldn't even have to have this conversation, huh?"

You took that statement as clarification for his feelings towards you. It was good to know how Joe felt, even if he didn't flat out say it. Deep down you knew what he meant by those words, but oddly enough a part of you wanted to believe he felt differently after seeing the slight disappointment in his eyes.

"That’s true, very true,” you nodded. You looked over at Joe with a soft smile, “but hey, I had a lot of fun last night Joe, so thank you."

Joe turned to you, smiling slightly. "Of course. I had a lot fun last night too, but I had even more fun during the after party if you know what I mean."

You shook your head, chuckling, “Oh god, you're such a dork," you paused, a smirk pulling at your lips as you said, “I had a lot of fun at the after party too."

Joe smiled tightly and placed a hand on your shoulder, rubbing it lightly. You felt comforted by the touch of his hand on your shoulder. He squeezed you gently before getting up from the barstool and grabbing your empty plates. You looked at your phone and saw that you had a text from Sam that was sent five minutes ago.

Sam- Hey. I’m stopping by in a few to drop some stuff off from Zac. He gave them to me last night and said he needed it done from you by the monday you come back to work. See you in a bit!

Your eyes widen as you glanced through the message, only picking up the part that said Sam would be over to your place soon.

“Shit!” you exclaimed, making Joe turn his attention to you.

“What’s wrong?"

You sighed, jumping up from the barstool, "Sam said he'll be at my apartment soon, like really soon, and I’m not there. I’m here,” you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, “so if it's not too much to ask, could you take me home, please?"

Joe nodded, "Yeah, of course I can. Let me grab my keys real quick."

You smiled, “Thank you. I’m sorry I couldn’t stay longer, I just don't want Sam to be suspicious of anything."

"It’s no problem,” Joe said as he shrugged his shoulders, “besides, there's always next time." he winked. You wish you could say you knew he was joking, but in that moment, you truly couldn't tell if he was or not.

"C’mon, let's go. You don't want to be late meeting someone at your own apartment do you? Joe teased.

"Haha,” you said dryly, following Joe out of his house. He locked the door and jogged over to the drivers side of the car, as you hustled over to the passenger side, careful not to slip on any ice. The two of you put your seatbelts on, making sure you heard the click before taking off to your apartment and hopefully beating Sam there.

~time skip~

About 15 minutes later, you and Joe pulled into your apartment complex. He parked along the side of the street and stopped the car, pulling the keys out of the ignition to turn the car off.

"Uhhh, what are you doing?" You asked him, unsure why he was turning the car off if he was just dropping you off.

"Going in with you?..." He asked, eyebrows raised as if it were obvious.

"Why?!" you asked beginning to panic. Sam cant see you with Joe.

Joe laughed incredulously, "Uh, because I want to say hi to Sam? I mean, he is my best friend, so-."

"No!” you cut him off, holding out a hand in front of you, “you can't."

Joe crossed his arms over his chest. "Why? Give me one good reason, Y/n."

You scoffed, “Oh cmon, don't give me that bullshit. You know why!"

"No, I don't! Enlighten me, please."

You sighed, lightly smacking your forehead at his stupidity. "Because Joe, Sam is my brother. You are his best friend, and if Sam sees that you're over at my apartment, and that you brought me home, he's going to think that's a little suspicious don't you think? Because you and I never hangout with eachother alone."

Joe raised his eyebrows and shrugged, "I guess you do have a point."

You smiled, "See? Thank you."

"So don't tell Sam?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes,” you nod, “don't tell Sam.”

"Gotcha. My lips are zipped. but i'm still coming up with you." he said as he got out of his Benz.

"Okay, fine,” you sighed in defeat, “but Sam can't know you're there."

There was no way you would win that argument with Joe. You give in way too easily, so you decided to let him come up to my home. The two of you made your way into the elevator, you pressed the 2 button after stepping in.

"Plus," Joe began, "It’s only fair that I get to see your apartment after you saw my house."

You furrowed your eyebrows, "How is that fair, Joe? Me seeing your house last night...doesn't count."

Joe chuckled, "Mhm, sure. Whatever you say, Hubbard."

The elevator came to a stop and you were now on level 2 of the apartment complex. You stepped out first to lead the way to your apartment since Joe didn't know which one it was. You walked about halfway down the long hallway before you came to a halt down at door 216.

"Here we are,” you smiled, holding your arms out showcasing the door. You heard Joe chuckle as you unlocked the door. The two of you stepped into your apartment—which you thought was a complete downgrade from Joe’s million dollar home, but hey, this is your home and you love it.

"I know it's not super nice, it's also pretty messy...but this is my apartment."

Joe smiled, putting his hands in his pockets as he walked around the apartment.

"it's nice Y/n, I love what you've done with the place, really."

You blushed, "Thanks." you looked down at your feet and realized you were still in Joe’s clothes.

"AH! I need to change,” you yelped. running for your bedroom.

Joe walked with you, "Why?"

You turned to look at him. "Because I’m wearing your shirt?! And if Sam sees that I’m in-.”

A knock at your front door interrupted your current conversation with Joe.

Your hands flew up in the air. "Shit, coming!" you yelled. You walked over to the door, and saw that you had a sweatshirt laying on the counter. You threw it on over your body, trying to hide the fact that you had one of Joe’s shirts on. There was another knock before Sam said, "Y/n?"

You hastily looked around the room, "Uhh, one sec!" You found a pair of shorts laying in the unfolded pile of laundry on your couch. You quickly pulled them on, turning to Joe, "Go hide in my room!" you whisper yelled.

"Wha- your room? As long as you promise you'll be in there with me soon. Maybe bring some whipped cream and blind fold while you’re at it.”

You rolled your eyes, "Shut it, now is not the time to be kinky." you gently pushed him into your bedroom, shutting the door quickly once he was in the room. You ran over to the front door, opening it and forcing a smile, “Hey, Sam!"

Sam raised an eyebrow, "Hey, Y/n? Something wrong?"

"What? No, why would you ask that?" Your voice was slightly raised an octave higher than usual. Hopefully Sam doesn’t notice…Oh cut the shit, Y/n. You are being SO obvious right now, just play it cool. You thought to yourself.

Sam chuckled, "Because you have the same tone you did when you denied hooking up with Coach Tay-nevermind." he shook the thought off.

You pointed your finger at him, "Hey! You said you would never speak about that again. Plus, we didn't even hook up. It was just a uh, a…passionate kiss. But that's not even relevant, we're not going to ever bring that up again."

Sam burst out in laughter, "Ha! Okay, whatever you say. Because according to Zac it was more than that."

You gasped, "He told you about that?!"

"Yeah? He told a few of us last night."

"Oh god..." you trailed off, "he was drunk. It was just a kiss. I’m sure he really sugar coated it though."

Sam shrugged, "True, some of it did seem very, how do i put it, off..."

You sighed. Great. Just what you needed to hear. About the Zac Taylor issue...which you will never speak of again. It happened on your first day of work a couple years ago, but he’s happily married now, and blah, blah, blah, now, moving on. You sat down on your couch, "So, what did you need to bring over?"

Sam handed you a couple files, "Zac needs these by Monday after the holidays. He said It’s just some information he needs added to all our team social media pages, shouldnt take too long."

You nodded, "Oh okay,” you glanced through the pieces of paper, “yeah this won't take me long at all."

Suddenly you heard something fall. Your face went pale as you realized the sound came from your room. Joe. You thought. Sam whipped his head around and looked towards the direction of your room. "What the hell?"

"Uh, I left my window open, maybe the breeze picked up and made something fall?”

“You have your window open, in the middle of December, in Cincinnati?”

You shrugged, “I was hot.”

Sam just nodded, "Uh huh,” he decided to change the subject, “so, was the hangover as bad as i said it was going to be?"

You groaned, "Oh, you don't even know. It was absolutely horrible this morning. My head was throbbing, my legs-, I mean, it was just bad."

"I told you it was going to be bad. They’re always bad after a party at Taylor’s. I swear he puts something in those drinks." Sam laughed.

You giggled, "I think he does too, did you see the way he was shaking his ass last night?"

Sam threw his head back, laughing. "No, no I didn't. Was it bad?"

"Oh it was horrible, but yet it was so funny."

Sam snapped his fingers, "Damn it, I’m kinda mad I missed that. Hey, that would've been great to post on the teams instagram page though."

You snorted out a laugh, “Oh god no, children follow that account, they would be scarred for life! Hell, I’m scarred for life after seeing that.”

Sam laughed along as you spoke. His laughter died down and he cleared his throat, “I’m assuming you made it home alright then?"

I didn’t even make it home last night, I was too busy screwing your best friend. You thought to yourself.

"Yep,” you smiled, “Tee brought me home."

Sam nodded, "Good. Well, I hope you had fun last night, those parties do tend get pretty insane."

“That they do. but i had a blast. It definitely won't be the last team get together I attended."

Sam smiled, he was about to say something when his phone dinged. You saw him smile to himself, before texting back to whoever messaged him. You assumed it was Emma based on the way a smile tugged at his lips, and a rose tint had appeared on his cheeks.

After sending the text, he looked up at me, standing up. "I gotta go, Emma just texted me and asked if I wanted to get lunch with her before her appointment.”

"Awe, how sweet. Have fun!" you gushed.

Sam smirked, "Oh I will, don't worry."

He stood up, and walked over to the door. Stopping in his tracks he turned to you, "You haven't happened to see Joe around here have you? His cars parked out on the side of the road."

You shook your head, "Burrow? I haven’t seen him. Maybe he's at Ja’Marrs?”

"Oh, yeah, probably. Ja’Marr did say something about him coming over today,” he continued, "I was just wondering if you'd seen him because I wanted to say hi since I didn't really have time to talk to him last night."

"Why didn't you talk to him much last night?" you asked, trying to hide the worry that was evident in your voice. You prayed that’s Sam didn’t know about you and Joe hooking up.

"Because I left early,” he shrugged, “usually Joe and I hang out at Zac’s parties, but I didn't stay as long as I usually do." he explained.

You mentally let out a sigh of relief. You were starting to get worried he somehow found out about you and Joe at the party last night. If Joe heard about, or god forbid he saw you grinding on Joe, it would not be pretty…

"Ahh,” you mused, “makes sense."

"Well, I’m gonna head out. I’ve got a beautiful lady waiting for me." Sam winked.

You smiled and followed him out the door, leaning against the doorway, “Bye Sammy. Have fun. Oh, and tell Emma I said hi.”

He waved goodbye, "Thanks, I will! Hey, we’ll see you on Christmas."

You smiled, "See you on Christmas!" As Sam disappeared down the hall, you shut the door. You walked back into the living room.

"Hey Joe, you can come out now.”

You heard your bedroom door creak open. Joe walked out, shutting the door behind him.

"I’m so sorry about that noise. I accidentally dropped  your candle."

"The almond one?" You asked, placing your hands on your hips.

"Yeah. It looked like it smelled really good, so I just picked it up to smell it, and I dropped it."

"I thought you were supposed to have a good grip? You know, being a quarterback and all." You joked.

"Hey! I have excellent grip, thank you very much."

"Mhm, sure." you chuckled, as Joe rolled his eyes at you. It was true though, Joe does have excellent grip.

Joe scoffed, "Whatever. Was Sam suspicious about anything?"

You shook your head as you crossed your arms, “Thankfully, no."

Joe sighed, "Whew, good. I was a little worried when he brought my name up."

"Me too,” you admitted, “I was just waiting for him to say he found out."

"Oh also, Y/n..."

You perked your head up, "Yeah?"

"What’s this about you and Coach Taylor?"

"Nothing. It was nothing." You said quickly, not wanting to discuss it. Joe chuckled, "Yeah, sounds like it was nothing."

You sighed and shook your head, “Look, it was my first day, I was nervous. I thought he looked, I don’t know, good, it was just a kiss!"

"You thought he looked hot?! Oh I’m totally telling him."

Your eyes widened. You never said that! “No! Please don't, Oh god, I’ll lose my job,please-."

"Y/n, I was just joking. Inwon't tell him." Joe chuckled.

You blushed, "Good.“

Joe’s phone went off, his shoulders fell after he read the message.

"What’s wrong?" You asked, concerned about his sudden change in demeanor.

"Coach just made a last minute practice.”

You frowned, “That sucks.”

“Yeah,” he said, walking over to the front door, “it does, but it’s the only way we’ll get better.”

You smiled softly. He did have a point. “That’s true

Joe made his way out of your apartment. you stood in the doorway, just like you did when you were saying goodbye to Sam.

"Have fun at practice, and good luck at your game later this week. You’re going to do great, I know it. You always do,” you finished with a sweet smile.

"I will, don't you worry." he paused, "But hey, thanks Y/n. Thank you for your encouragement and for last night too." he smirked.

"No problem,” you smiled, “thank you for last night. But seriously, please. Don’t let anything slip. Nobody can know we slept together."

"Trust me, I know. Let’s just put it behind us. deal?" He asked, holding out his hand for you to shake.

You looked at Joe’s hand, noticing the bulging vein that ran from his hand and up his arm as you shook it. "Deal."

Your heart slightly dropped as youbsaid the word 'deal'.

"Bye Y/n, if I don't see you before, I’ll see you at Paycor after the holidays. I hope you have a Merry Christmas." Joe said, smiling softly.

"Thank you, you too,” you said softly, “I’ll see you that Monday.

Joe nodded. He walked out of your apartment, turning around to wave as he walked down the hall. You walked back into your apartment and shut the door. You were so ready for the holidays.

But little did you know once the holidays were over, your life will be turned completely upside down…

hey loves!

i am loving re-writing this story. it's so much fun to write and i can’t wait for you all to read more chapters !

this next chapter will have a bit of a time jump as we start to get into the plot of this story. like i’ve mentioned, it’s almost exact to the version on wattpad, but i will be changing up a few things on here to make them different ;)

also, just a heads up, the pregnancy stuff may not be totally accurate. i’ve never been pregnant before, so this is all stuff i’ve heard from others or what i found on the internet lol

i won’t be updating this again UNTIL i finish a chapter of welcome to the jungle. that series is my main priority right now because i’m so close to being finished with it! so if you read welcome to the jungle too, i promise an update is coming soon!😚

thank you again for all of your love and support🤍

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