#Yells at me every time I open the refrigerator

[thebananaiscold]

@puppet200 This is my cat his name is Spooky

[r4di0h3ad]

just practice part 2

part 1!

pairings! bsf!jj x reader

in which! you cant stop thinking about the night you lost your virginity to jj���. even though you have a boyfriend

warnings! 18+ smut. cheating. fingering. oral sex (m. recieving) pnv sex. unprotected sex. not proof read.

it had been two months since you lost your virginity to jj and almost a month and a half since you started officially dating your new boyfriend.

he was nice. he took you out to eat once a week, he bought you small gifts, he complimented you and you never argued. but the sex was just…bad. it was always over way too quickly and he never payed any attention to your body or what you wanted. you figured he was just one of those boys who was too scared to go down on a girl, which was fine, but it probably wouldn’t suit you in the long run.

you hadn’t been hanging around your friends very often, usually turning them down to go out with your boyfriend and jj was getting increasingly frustrated with this.

but every time you were around your friends, jj in particular, you couldn’t even look him in the eye. when you talked to him, all you thought about was the way he called you baby when he came on your stomach and the way he made you cum on his face. you felt so completely guilty for these thoughts, but nothing would stop them. you figured the best plan of action was to avoid him. not entirely, but just try not to be around him alone.

but, you did end up alone with jj by mistake one afternoon.

you had just finished surfing with kie as the swell had come in that day. you both planned to stay at the beach a little longer, but you were hungry and didn’t have any food. kie decided to go pick up something from the heyward’s shop and you went back to the chateau to grab a six pack, only to find jj working on his bike, his shirt off and his shorts dirty, probably from engine oil.

you didn’t say anything as you walked up the steps to the porch, but jj noticed you and called out.

“hey, y/n!” he yelled, wiping his hands off on a towel and throwing it on his bike. “thought you were gonna stay at the shore until later?”

you were in your damp bikini top and bottoms and a pair of sandals. you turned around at the sound of his voice and met his gaze.

“yeah..” you said. awkwardly. “i am, i was just grabbing some beers.” you turn back around, pulling open the screen door and stepping inside. once you’re in the kitchen with the refrigerator door cracked, you hear jj come into the château after you.

“what’s going on with you?” he asks, standing in the living room. you shut the refrigerator and look over at him with furrowed brows.

“what do you mean?” you question, although you knew exactly what he meant. you didn’t expect the confrontation to happen now of all times.

“don’t act like you don’t know.” he crosses his arms over his chest. “you’ve been weird around me ever since we..”

you didn’t want to hear him say it.

“jj, i’ve just been hanging around my boyfriend a lot,” you try to defend yourself, hoping he’ll stop questioning you. “i’m sorry i haven’t been talking to you. ‘been busy.”

he nods, biting his lip and looking down at the floor.

“do you regret it?” he asks, looking back up at you.

“what?” you shake your head. “no, i just-“

“you promised you wouldn’t make things weird between us and now you barely even talk to me.” jj said. “you sure i didn’t do something wrong?”

“no jj!” your voice raised slightly. “i-“ you cut yourself off, not knowing what to say. “it’s just that every time i try and talk to you, i think about what we did.” you blurt out, almost making it sound like you both murdered someone and hid the body. you made it sound like a crime, and it pogue rules, it technically was. “i thought that avoiding you was gonna take my mind off it until i got over it.”

he walks closer to the kitchen, tossing his hat somewhere on the counter.

“so you do regret it?” he questions, leaning against the counter and looking straight at you.

you shake your head no.

“i don’t, but it’s kind of wrong of me to think about you while my boyfriend’s fucking me.”

you realized what you said after it had already left your mouth and your eyes widened.

“what’d you say?” he asks, cocking his head a little at your admission, a barely visible smile playing on his lips.

“uh-“

you quickly turn around to open the fridge again, looking for some beers to take and get the hell up out of there.

“no, say it again.” jj pulls your arm, twisting you back around to face him so that your bodies were dangerously close together. your face flushed with embarrassment and your heart was thumping out of your chest.

“jj,” you say, shrugging off his touch. “i really gotta go back to the shore.” you say, but you weren’t moving. jj knew that wasn’t what you really wanted.

“i’m not stopping you.” he pulled back from you and leaned against the counter once again, showing that you had free will to leave, but you still didn’t budge. your feet were glued in place.

you wanted to kiss him so bad and get that ridiculous smile off his lips, but the thought of your boyfriend who did little to please you was the only thing that was keeping you from doing it. you bit the inside of your cheek, nervously. the tension between you two was going to make your head explode.

“he doesn’t fuck you like i do, does he?”

his words were your final straw.

you grabbed both sides of his face and instantly connected you lips with his. he kissed you back without a second thought, wrapping his arms around your waist. he backed you into the refrigerator as his lips moved perfectly with yours.

his fingers trailed down your hips and to your clothed core. he pulled away from the kiss to look at you, silently asking for permission for him to touch you, and you gave it.

still having you against the refrigerator’s surface, he skillfully moved your bikini bottoms to the side as two of his fingers sunk into your entrance. you were embarrassingly soaked already. you fight back a moan as he pulled out of you, just to slide right back in, hitting the spot he knew you needed.

“all this and i’ve barely even touched you?” he mocked, taking his fingers out of you and bringing them to his mouth. he looked you in the eyes as he sucked your slickness from his fingers. your lips were parted as you watched, desperately needing his hands on you again.

he then picked you up, his hands hooked under your thighs. you giggled as he carried you to the bedroom, kicking the door closed.

he gently placed you on the bed and reconnected his lips with yours, his tongue swiping yours. you reached to work on his belt, swiftly undoing it and pulling it off while never breaking the kiss. you slid his shorts down, his boxers barely hiding his desperation for you.

you palm him through the fabric, eliciting a groan from him against your lips that you needed to hear more of.

you sunk to your knees in front of him, yanking his boxers down and allowing his painfully hard cock to spring free. you took him in your hand, pumping a few times before your tongue poked through your lips to lick a long stripe from the base of his shaft to the tip.

he gently grabbed your hair, trying to pull you away, but you licked him again, which loosened his grip.

“you don’t have to-“ his eyes rolled back as you finally took him all in your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks as you sucked his cock. your hands were placed on his knees. the moan you heard from him encouraged you to keep going, although his tip was hitting the back of your throat and you were trying hard not to gag. “fuck- baby, you don’t have to do this.”

you pull him from your mouth, a string of spit connecting your lips with his tip.

“i want to.” you say before taking him in your mouth again. he tries to keep his eyes locked with yours, but his head falls back in pleasure, his fingers lacing into your hair.

you only knew how to do this because your boyfriend showed you. you had to keep your eyes closed the whole time so you could pretend it was jj.

his breathing was getting heavier with each rise and fall of his chest as soft moans and strings of curses fell from his lips. he couldn’t help but thrust his hips forward, forcing his cock farther into your mouth. there were tears brimming your eyes as you tried to focus on pleasuring him.

“fuck- m’not gonna last much longer like this.” he said.

you kept going, desperately wanting to bring him over the edge, but he pulled your hair back, taking you off of him.

“gotta stop you, princess.” he grabbed your hands and helped you up from your knees. you sat on the bed, pouting. he stood over you, brushing your hair out of your face and noticing your change of attitude. “didn’t wanna cum like that.”

as much as you wished you could make him cum by sucking him off, you couldn’t complain now that he was giving you attention.

his hands guided themselves to your waist, where he then told you to turn around so you were now on your hands and knees, your ass facing him. he was still standing as he held your hips from the edge of the bed. you felt his tip at your entrance.

“this okay?” he asked.

you give him a yes, and then you feel him slowly enter you. it felt so much different than when he had been on top of you before. there was a slight pain due to how much deeper he could push into you from this angle, but the pain melted into pleasure within seconds.

he pulled out just to drive himself back into you. his pace was slow until you adjusted to the position, and then he steadily began going faster. his fingers dug into the sides of your ass, pulling you into him with every thrust.

as he went harder, you gripped the sheets and stuffed your face into the mattress under you, trying to keep yourself quiet, but you couldn’t stop the moans that escaped your lips.

“fuck-“ jj cursed under his breath, his grip on you getting even harder. “feel so good, can’t get enough of this pussy”

his words brought you closer and his pace increased. you could feel him getting tenser, his thrusts getting sloppier.

“could have you like this every day if i could- shit.”

you were almost over the edge, the knot in your stomach threatening to undo.

“fuck- m’gonna cum princess” he moaned.

his last thrusts were deep and slow and they led you into perfect ecstasy. you came undone around his cock, moaning into the sheets right in time for him to pull out and finish on your back- your name leaving his mouth with curses and moans.

your body was limp when he cleaned your back with a towel, still in a haze from your orgasm.

“you okay?” he asked, running a hand down the middle of your back, feeling the ridges of your spine.

you nodded and sat up, grabbing your bikini from the floor and slipping it back on.

“kie is gonna kill me.” you say, slipping your sandals on your feet. “she’s not gonna believe any excuse i try to give her.”

“i’ll drive you down there.” jj offered. “i mean- are your legs alright to walk all the way to the shore or-“

you threw his shirt at his face and scoffed at him.

you had agreed to let him drive you to the beach while you fixed your hair in the visor mirror, trying to make yourself look presentable. although the whole way there you could only think about the words he said while he fucked you. you had no idea if he meant it or if it was just a thing he said in the moment. and this definitely wasn’t going to help save your thoughts about your boyfriend.

a/n: don’t know if i will write a part 3 to this, but requests are open for any jj or rafe fic!

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RAIN, REGRETS, & REDEMPTION. KENTO NANAMI

SYNOPSIS: promises made in the rain often get washed away, leaving echoes of what might have been CONTENT: angst. nsfw. PAIRING: ex-husband! nanami x reader. WC: 2.7k

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it's been over five months since you filed for divorce from nanami. they say it gets easier with time, but it feels like it just gets harder every day. you miss him so much, it’s like a part of you is just gone.

you still remember that day so clearly—pushing him out the door and yelling “get out!” before collapsing on the floor, tears streaming down your face as it hit you that your marriage was really over.

it’s hard not to feel bitter when you think about how his career seemed to take over your whole life. the rare moments of intimacy—only on birthdays and your anniversary—felt more like a formality than real connection. it’s like your entire relationship was reduced to those fleeting moments, leaving you feeling more alone than ever.

the days after were a blur. you tried to stay busy, but every corner of the apartment was haunted by him. the layout of the living room, your habit of leaving your shoes by the door, his favorite mug next to yours in the cabinet, his second pair of glasses on your bedside table—everything was a painful echo of his absence.

what hurt the most was that he didn’t even fight for you. he didn’t fight for your relationship. it ended so abruptly, like a chapter closing with no chance for a rewrite.

so you did what you could to move on. you packed up everything and decided to move out of the apartment, sending his belongings back through his lawyer since you no longer knew where he lived. yet, selfishly, you kept his sweater. it was the only piece of him you allowed yourself to hold onto.

you decide to spend one last night in the apartment you both once shared, before the divorce would be finalized tomorrow. after tomorrow, you'd be free from everything that connected you to him. the place was empty, with nothing left but your mattress on the floor in the bedroom and the refrigerator in the kitchen.

you pull on his sweater, feeling its familiar warmth, and then catch your reflection in the mirror. you can’t help but think how pathetic it all seems. trying to shake off the feeling, you pour yourself a glass of wine. just as you’re about to head out onto the balcony, the doorbell rings, cutting through the quiet of the empty apartment.

you frown, wondering who could be ringing the doorbell at this late hour. when you open the door, your wine glass nearly slips out of your hand. there he is, standing in front of you—the man who caused you so much pain. whom you still can’t help but long for. his messy blond hair is tousled, like he’s been running his hands through it anxiously. his clothes are crumpled, his shirt hanging out of his pants when it’s usually neatly tucked. he’s breathing heavily, as if he’s just ran up twenty flights of stairs to you.

the sight of him, unexpectedly at your door, floods you with a storm of unresolved feelings, making your heart ache with bittersweet emotion.

“elevator’s out of order, huh?” he says, his voice heavy as he catches his breath. you stare at him, struggling to find your words.

“what are you…” you're about to ask, but he cuts you off.

“can i come in?”

you stand there, your feet rooted to the ground. you’ve replayed this moment countless times during your lonely nights, imagining if he’d ever come back, if he’d ask for your forgiveness. now that he's here, the reality of it is almost too surreal.

you’re about to shut the door, the sight of him too much to handle. but he stops it with his foot. “please, baby,” he says softly, and it almost makes you melt. you quickly remind yourself to stay strong. “you don’t get to call me that,” you snap, sounding like a petulant kid even though the endearment tugs at you.

his eyes meet yours, filled with a mix of regret and desperation. “i know you don’t want to see me, but—”

before he can finish, you sigh and step aside. he walks through the door, and the emptiness of the place hits him hard. memories start rushing back—the way you'd run up to him and hug him when he came home from work, the new recipes you’d tried out together in the kitchen, those late nights on the couch where you’d read while he worked on his laptop. his eyes fall on the open bedroom door, spotting the mattress. the nights you spent together, a mess of tangled limbs.

his throat feels tight, and before he knows it, his eyes are filled with tears. you see the look on his face and without thinking, you set the glass down on the kitchen counter and pull him into a hug. he clings to you, holding you like you’re the only thing anchoring him. his knees start to wobble, and he pulls you down with him. you both sink to the wooden floor. his body trembles as he takes in shaky breaths, trying to hold back his sobs.

you press a kiss to his hair like you have countless times before when he sought comfort in your arms. “kento,” you whisper softly, the name feeling heavy on your tongue. “please,” he whispers back, his voice broken and desperate. you know what he's asking for, but it's too late. “you’re too late,” you say, struggling to keep your voice from wavering.

he pulls back from your shoulder. you both gaze into each other's eyes. the unspoken words hang heavy between the two of you. “i’m sorry,” he says in a broken whisper. the words you've been longing to hear for the past five months. the apology should be bringing you some sort of relief, right? but all you feel is guilt. overwhelming guilt which threatens to spill from your eyes. why didn’t you fight harder for both of you? why did you just pin the blame on him and give up after only one attempt?

as if sensing your turmoil, he cups your cheeks and leans his head against yours. “don't even think about blaming yourself,” he murmurs, his voice soft and reassuring. his hands are warm on your cheeks. his warmth seeps into you, pumping your heart. it's too much in the best way. god, you've missed him so much.

“kento,” your voice chokes. he kisses the tears streaming down your cheeks, his lips brushing against your skin with a featherlight touch.

“no more tears,” he says, giving you a sad smile. his thumb gently brushes away the last of your tears. he stands up and offers you his hand. you take your glass of wine as he grabs the bottle and leads you out to the balcony. you both stand under the night sky, covered with heavy clouds with the promise of rain.

you sip your wine silently while he takes a swig directly from the bottle. after a moment, you place your glass on the floor and, without a word, he hands you the bottle. your fingers brush against each other as you pass the bottle back and forth. you somehow find yourselves moving closer.

he turns his head to look at you as your head rests on his shoulder. you’re unsure who makes the first move and you couldn’t care less. your lips brush against each other, both of you hesitant, unsure if you should cross the line or not. you don’t know if it’s the emotions of the night or the alcohol in your system, but before you can think too much about it, you close the gap and press your lips against his.

the bottle slips from his hand and shatters on the floor as he brings his hand up to cup your cheek. his thumb moves under your jaw, tilting it higher to deepen the kiss. he groans into your mouth, and just then, the rain starts. fat, heavy drops fall over both of you as you lose yourself completely in the kiss.

the kiss starts slow and gentle but quickly turns needy and desperate as you both give in to each other. he walks you back into the apartment, blindly shutting the balcony door behind him with the rain muffled outside. he pulls away, breathing heavily, and his hand moves to the hem of your drenched sweater (his). “looks better on you than it did on me,” he smiles tenderly as he notices.

he waits for a moment, his eyes searching yours for permission to remove it. you nod and the sweater is off before you can blink. your pants follow next. you start unbuttoning his shirt as he kisses you again. both of you blindly make your way back to the bedroom. your hands find the waistband of his pants, and as the back of your feet meets the mattress on the floor, you yelp, falling backward and pulling him down with you. the sounds of your chuckles fill the empty apartment.

the room fills with tension as you both quiet down. kento’s finger gently tucks back a strand of hair behind your ear. "i missed hearing that," he murmurs sincerely. before you can respond, he captures your lips. his tongue presses against your lips and you part them, letting him in as the kiss deepens and becomes urgent.

his hands roam over your body with confidence, each caress of his fingers making you gasp against his lips. he cups your breasts, making you arch into him. he pulls back from your lips and trails teasing kisses down your neck and jaw.

he takes a moment to slip off your bra, leaving you just in your panties. seeing the blush spread across your cheeks, he grins. "you're so fucking beautiful," he breathes, his voice hoarse with need.

his hands continue their exploration, setting your skin ablaze. he parts your legs and positions himself between them, his fingers grazing over your thighs, savoring every inch. he takes in a shaky breath as he gazes down at you, reminding him of the first time you were together.

“ken, please,” you whimper, voice trembling with need. he chuckles at your desperation. “patience, my sweet love.” he spreads your legs wider, making you gasp as his tongue presses against your drenched panties. “haven’t even done anything yet, and you’re already so wet?” he asks with a cocky grin.

his eyes flutter closed as the taste of you seeps through the fabric, his nose pressed against you, sending shivers through your body. your hands instinctively find his hair, tugging him closer. his breath is hot, teasing, as his tongue traces the outline of your folds, every lick driving you closer to the edge. unintelligible sounds spill from your lips as your breaths grow heavier.

his fingers slip beneath your panties, grazing where you need him most. he teases you, taking his time, relearning your body, savoring every reaction. when he pushes two fingers inside, he growls low, “so warm, so eager.” your hips buck up, seeking more.

he withdraws his fingers and slides your panties off, his eyes never leaving you as he pumps himself slowly. he watches the way your lips part, how your eyes darken with desire. without breaking his gaze, he slides into you, and you both moan in unison. the stretch is overwhelming, your hands instinctively grip his shoulders as your body arches, shuddering under the intensity.

his lips trail kisses across your collarbones, his breath ragged against your neck. “tell me you missed me,” he murmurs, his voice thick with need and vulnerability.

“i missed you so much,” you breathe out. he groans softly at your confession. his lips crash into yours, a messy attempt to kiss as his movements grow more desperate, deeper.

for a moment, the past five months of pain, regret, and loneliness seem to melt away. it’s just the two of you, tangled up and breathless, your bodies slick with sweat and desire.

outside, the rain pounds against the windows, a loud backdrop to the soft, urgent sounds of your carnal needs. the heavy rain against the windows blends with the symphony of your mingled breaths and whispered names.

your moans grow louder as he picks up the pace, your walls clenching and holding onto him he moves in out of you. your senses blur together, the pressure inside you builds fast. that tight coil in your stomach winding impossibly close to snapping. your muscles tense as you edge towards your release.

your nails dig into his back, your body trembling as you feel yourself teetering on the edge. his grip on you tightens like he’s afraid to let go, afraid of losing this moment—or you—all over again.

“i’m sorry,” he chokes out, his voice cracking as he presses his forehead against yours. his thrusts slow but grow deeper, each one filled with a desperation that cuts through the haze of pleasure. “i’m so sorry.”

the words hit you like a wave, and your chest tightens. it’s hard to breathe, your heart torn between the intensity of your orgasm and the pain of remembering everything that brought you here.

but for just this moment, you let yourself drown in both. the pleasure and the ache intertwine, your moans mixed with soft sobs as you finally come undone in his arms.

your body trembles beneath him as you try to catch your breath, still reeling from the intensity of it all. he stays there for a moment, buried deep inside you, holding you like he never wants to let go. his fingers trace your cheek, catching a stray tear, and his lips press against your skin—soft, desperate.

“don’t leave me,” he whispers, voice breaking as he buries his face into your shoulder. his chest heaves, and he pulls back to meet your eyes, pleading.

you can barely breathe, the weight of it all crashing over you. he presses a kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering, trembling, like he’s holding on for dear life.

“i should’ve fought for us,” he says, voice cracking under the strain. “i messed up, but it’s not too late. i’ll talk to the lawyers tomorrow—i’ll fix everything.”

his words hang heavy in the air as he kisses you again, slow and tender, like he’s sealing a vow. and despite the conflicting emotions inside you, you let yourself lean into it, into him, just for tonight.

when you wake the next morning, the light filtering in through the curtains, you feel his warmth still pressed against you. for a brief moment, you think it’s a dream—one of those bittersweet fantasies you’d had over the last few months.

but then you feel his arms tighten, his arm wrapped protectively around your waist. he presses a soft kiss to the back of your neck. “good morning,” his voice gruff.

“i’ll talk to the lawyers today,” he whispers, his voice low and soothing. “i’ll make it right.” you give him a sleepy smile and he chuckles fondly. you hear him moving around quietly—getting dressed, gathering his things. “i’ll be back soon,” he says, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “we’ll figure it out.”

the morning is gray, the skies still heavy from last night’s rain. you hear the sound of his car pulling away, hoping when you wake up next, this will all be over. but when you do, it’s not the sound of him coming back that wakes you—it’s the phone ringing.

the roads were slick, the rain turning everything into a slippery danger. they say he didn’t see the other car coming, didn’t have time to react. your heart sinks as you hear the fragments of the message: “accident,” “wet roads,” “collision.”

the phone drops from your trembling hand. the world around you blurs as you fall to the floor.

you rush to the hospital, your mind racing. when you finally get to the icu, you find him there, motionless but breathing. a rush of relief floods through you as you see the steady rise and fall of his chest.

you sit by his side, gripping his hand tightly. the steady beeping of the monitors fills the silence in the room. you don’t know when he’ll wake up, or if he’ll wake up at all. tears slip silently down your cheeks as you whisper, “i’m here, kento. i’m here. i’m not going anywhere.”

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A/N: product of me listening to pink in the night on repeat for the past two days. likes, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated!

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One Fateful Day - Part 2

A year after your fateful meeting at the park, Five is now a huge part of you and your daughter's life

This is a sequel to my other fic, One Fateful Day. Be warned, while this has plenty of fluff and cuteness, just like the first one, this contains smut. Enjoy! 😻

Five x Single Mom Reader-insert, 5.8k words, one-shot

Warnings: Now With Smut!

“Five…” you whimpered quietly, biting at your lip and trying desperately to hold back the loud moan that was dying to be let out. Your fingernails dug sharply into the tensed muscles of his back as you felt him smile against your neck.

As a response, both to drive you crazy and to be a jerk, he gave a hard slam of his hips into you, cutting off your too-loud cry with a hungry kiss. When he went back to his methodical, rhythmic thrusts, he pulled back to look down on you.

“I’m not sure which I like more. Hearing you loud and desperate, or watching you try and hold it back,” he whispered between his own heavy breaths.

“Shut up,” you said with a smile before he did the same thing again and your body was shoved back with the force of his pelvis ramming into you. You muffled your cry with his shoulder as he continued the harder, faster pace that you loved.

Afterward, while you were both lying in bed, limbs tangled together and the sheets a mess, Five stroked your hair while you laid your head on his chest. Neither of you said anything until the alarm on your nightstand began to blare, rudely alerting you that your little love nest was not permanent.

“Damn it,” you groaned after slapping the snooze button and curling back into him. “I just want to stay here.”

“I would love that. But you know if she doesn’t get up in time, she’s going to miss the bus.”

You smiled, tracing a circle with your finger onto his chest. “Not if you blink her to the stop. That buys us at least five more minutes.”

Five gave your hair a playful tug. “Sometimes I get the feeling I’m being exploited for my powers just to make your life easier.”

“I am exploiting you, that’s true. But not just for your powers,” you teased, raising your head to give him a long, lingering kiss. “You have many talents that are of use to me.” You moved your hand down over the sheet that was loosely covering his lower half, rubbing lightly between his legs.

“I guess there are worse things.”

After a few more heated kisses, the alarm went off a second time. You groaned again, but started to haul yourself out of bed.

“I’ll wake her up,” Five offered. “You make the coffee.”

“Good idea,” you nodded, putting your underwear back on and pulling a bathrobe around you. “She likes you better in the morning anyway. She’s always a grump with me.”

Five smiled as you slowly padded out of the room on the way to the kitchen. After a year of being together, he never got tired of watching you do even the most ordinary things. Everything you did was beautiful, even when he was annoyed with you, which wasn’t very often. You hadn’t officially started living together yet, although you might as well be. Five was at your house most of the days and nights of the week. It was comfortable and the three of you were a little family.

Cassie adored Five, and the feeling was mutual. She had her own dad that she saw every other weekend, and she loved him, too. But Five was her buddy and the two of them had a special bond. He was also fiercely protective of her, which was adorable.

As Five got dressed and made his way to Cassie’s room, he could smell the coffee brewing in the kitchen and hear you mumbling to yourself. He grinned, knowing you were probably hunched in front of the open refrigerator looking for the coffee creamer and cursing him. You always blamed Five for hiding it on you, but really you were just a zombie that couldn’t think straight in the mornings.

“Five?” you yelled from the kitchen.

“In the door on the second shelf!” he yelled back.

There were a few seconds of silence and then a quiet “Thank you”, before Five heard the coffee spoon clinking against your mug. He laughed to himself and opened the door to Cassie’s room.

“Morning, kiddo, time to get up,” Five said with a clap as he stepped inside.

The six-year-old was snuggled up in her bed, her favorite unicorn stuffed animal tucked under her arm. She didn’t move, so he tried again, a little louder. “Time for school, come on, wake up!”

When she stirred a little, but still didn’t open her eyes, he sighed. “Hey, look! The ice cream truck is outside and they’re giving away free ice cream to everyone named Cassie! But only if you get up right now!”

He saw her eyelids flutter a little and maybe the beginnings of a small smile starting to form. After a couple more seconds of no real movement, it was time to resort to more direct tactics. With a flip of the switch on the wall, the room was immediately flooded in bright white light. Cassie whined and shielded her eyes with her hands, while Five tugged at the bottom of her pink striped comforter, pulling it all the way off the bed and leaving her with no covers.

“Hey!” she cried, sitting up in bed, her eyes narrowing against the light and her hair a ball of snarls on top of her head. “You’re mean!”

“Well, if you woke up when I asked you nicely, I wouldn’t have to be mean,” Five answered matter-of-factly. “Now, come on, time to get up.” As he turned away to leave, Cassie threw her unicorn at Five’s head. When it bounced off of him and landed on the floor, Five staggered like he’d been shot. Dramatically swaying and clutching at his chest, he collapsed to the floor, splayed out, with his eyes closed and tongue hanging out of his mouth.

“I’m dead,” Five rasped out. “Death by unicorn.”

Cassie climbed out of bed and came to stand over his limp body, staring down at him in her Taylor Swift pajamas with her arms crossed over her chest. “Dead people can’t talk.”

Five opened one eye. “Maybe I’m a ghost.”

Cassie nudged him in the ribs with her toe. “Nope. If you were a ghost my foot would go through you. Everyone knows that.”

Five sighed loudly and sat up, peering up at the small girl. “You’re too goddamn smart, you know that?”

She shook her head in a disapproving way that mimicked her mother when she was in trouble. “You’re not supposed to say that word in front of me. I’m preshible.”

“Impressionable?” Five laughed and Cassie nodded. “Tell you what. You don’t tell your mom that I said a bad word, and I’ll blink you to the bus stop this morning.”

Cassie thought for a moment, a finger on her lips. Then she smiled. “Deal!”

“Great,” Five said as he hauled himself off the floor with a groan. “Now get dressed, your mom left your clothes out on the chair over there. When you’re done, bring me your hairbrush for that rat’s nest of yours.”

“You’re a rat’s nest,” she said gleefully, giggling at her clever comeback with a hand over her mouth.

Five laughed, shaking his head. “That doesn’t even make sense, yet I still feel mildly insulted. Good job, kid.”

Later that morning, as you stood on the sidewalk in front of your house, watching while Five grabbed Cassie’s hand and blinked her down the block to the bus stop, you sighed contentedly. You really could not have predicted that this man you met feeding pigeons in the park a year ago would be such a large part of your life. You were head over heels in love with him, and not just because he was good to your daughter. He was kind, and loving, and even if he was able to kill a man without breaking a sweat, you never felt safer than when you were with him.

You smiled to yourself again as you saw the two of them appear out of one of Five’s portals at the bus stop. It was far enough away that you couldn’t see many details or hear their voices, but you knew Cassie was giggling her head off. You also knew the other moms at the stop were green with envy whenever they saw Five. They wanted their own sexy, super-powered man to sweep them off their feet and become a hero to their kids. But he was all yours, and you felt that warm feeling in your chest just thinking about it.

As the bus pulled up and the line of kids started loading up, Five crouched down to Cassie’s height. “Ok, you have your lunch?”

“Yep.”

“Your homework?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Your kazoo?”

She started laughing. “You don’t need a kazoo in school, silly.”

Five furrowed his brow. “You don’t? What kind of school do you go to?”

Cassie giggled again, before throwing her arms around his neck. “Love you, Five,” she said as she gave him a quick peck on the cheek before joining the other kids.

“Love you, too, kid,” he said with a grin as he watched her walk up the stairs.

No matter how many times Five heard her say that, or how many times he felt her little arms wrap around him in a hug, he always felt like his heart was going to explode. Never in a million years would he have thought he’d be standing at a bus stop, waving goodbye to a little brown-haired girl that had stolen his heart, but here he was. Combine that with the fact that he was so completely in love with her mother, and he’d never been happier.

The next week, Five hadn’t stayed over the night before, so when he came over that afternoon, Cassie was already home from school and in her room when he walked in the backdoor.

“Hello, darling,” he said with a smile, wrapping you up in his arms and kissing you. He must have sensed something was off by the way you quickly kissed him in return. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

“It’s Cassie. Her dad dropped her off after school and she was crying. He said she got bullied at school today, but of course he didn’t give a shit, the bastard. He just told her to get over it and left to let me deal with it. I tried talking to her, but she just kind of shut down.”

Five immediately tensed up. “Who bullied her? Was it that little shit Emma, because I’ve been watching her and she’s a total bi—”

“No, Five,” you smiled, putting a hand on his arm to calm him. “I don’t think it was her. It doesn’t matter anyway. We just need to talk to Cassie and help her navigate her feelings.”

“Yeah, well, I know my feelings and I’m going to navigate them all over whoever made her cry.”

“I love that you’re protective of her, but we need to handle this the right way. Things are a lot different than they were back when you were a kid.”

“When I was a kid, my father pitted my siblings and I against each other in what was essentially a cage match; not letting us quit until the other either tapped out or were too broken or exhausted to continue.”

“Jesus, Five, that’s awful!”

He shrugged. “Maybe. But I tell you what, we didn’t sit around talking about our feelings all day. If we had a problem with someone, they were going to know about it. Usually with a foot to the face.”

You cringed. “Ok…but how did that help the person that lost? Didn’t that just make them feel worse about themselves?”

The corner of Five’s mouth turned up. “I wouldn’t know.”

You rolled your eyes, but you hugged him close to you, staring up at his face with a small smile. “You can talk tough all you want, mister, but I know you are big giant marshmallow underneath it all.”

“Only when it comes to you two,” he said, leaning down to kiss you softly.

A few more days passed, and Cassie continued to come home angry, or quiet and sulking. You were concerned, but you still hadn’t let Five take any major action. You had tried talking to her teachers at school, and even the principal, but it wasn’t really going anywhere. She also wasn’t giving up any names.

“Let me take her to the park tomorrow? Maybe she’ll talk to me,” Five suggested one night after Cassie was asleep and you were lying in bed together.

You turned on your side, propping yourself up on one elbow. “That’s a good idea. She always likes going there with you.”

“She’s my park buddy.”

You stroked his cheek gently with your hand before giving him a soft kiss. “You’re so good to her. And me.”

“I love you,” he stated simply with a small shrug, as if that accounted for everything.

The next day, Five took Cassie to the park, as he had suggested. She was in a good mood and she held his hand while she skipped along, all while chattering continuously about everything and nothing at all.

“…and then I saw a cool bug on the playground and did you know that killer whales are really called orcas?”

“Is that right?”

Cassie nodded while kicking a rock in front of her. “Yep. And there are dolphins that live in rivers and guess what color they are?”

Five shook his head. “Green?”

“No!” Cassie laughed. “Pink! Pink dolphins! Just like my favorite color!”

“Wow…” Five smiled. “How do you know all this stuff?”

“I read a book at the library about it,” she said with a shrug. She was silent for a few moments. “Five? Do you want to see a pink dolphin?”

“I would love to see a pink dolphin.”

She nodded and he felt her squeeze his hand harder. “I want to see one too, but I want you to come with me. They live in the Amazon. Have you been there before?”

“No. I’ve been to a lot of places, but never the Amazon.”

“Then we should go. You, me, and mommy. Ok?”

Five couldn’t help feeling a sense of pride that she would pick him to see her precious pink dolphin. “Sounds like a plan,” he told her with a squeeze of her hand in return.

When they arrived at their usual bench to feed the birds, Five sat down and handed Cassie the bag of bird seed. The little flock that Five had befriended a while ago was now officially Cassie’s. He just supervised.

She called out to them as she scattered the seed on the ground. “Here, birdies! Come here, guys! Dinner time!”

Five decided to let her have her fun before broaching the subject of the school bully. He didn’t want her to think he had brought her there for solely that reason. This was their special place and he didn’t want to spoil that. So, he watched her for a while in her element; addressing the birds by names and encouraging them to eat.

He had kind of zoned out a little when he was jolted back to reality by Cassie suddenly yelling angrily; stomping her foot at the birds and clenching her hands into tight fists.

“Stop! Stop being mean to them, you stupid blue jay! They weren’t doing anything to you!” She kicked her foot out at the troublesome blue bird, but it flew off before she could make contact with it. Then she picked up a small stone and threw it in the direction of the bird. The rest of the flock flapped away into a nearby tree to wait for the scene to calm down again, but that didn’t stop Cassie from her angry rant. “I hate you! You stupid, stupid bird! If you come back here, I’m going to stomp you!”

Five jumped up and blinked the few feet to Cassie’s side. Kneeling down, he grabbed her shoulders and turned her toward him. Her little face was red with anger as tears streamed down her cheeks.

“Cassie, look at me,” he told her, trying to get her to focus on him and not the birds. “We don’t hurt animals. You know that.”

As the little girl collapsed into Five’s arms, sobbing uncontrollably into his shoulder and soaking his shirt with her tears, Five hugged her and patted her back.

“She was being mean to the other birds,” she whimpered between sniffs and hiccups.

“Ok…alright…it’s ok…” Five soothed as he waited for her crying to die down.

When Cassie was able to stop crying, Five stood up and took her hand. He led her back to the bench and sat her next to him. She was still sniffling and trying to catch her breath, and they sat there in silence for a few minutes. Soon, the birds that had been scared away found their way back to their seeds. As they watched the birds eat on the ground, Five turned to Cassie.

“You see how Mr. Tippington is being shoved out of the way?” Five asked.

Cassie nodded. “Yes.”

“Ok, so now watch. After a while, he comes back. What’s he doing now?”

She watched the birds with interest. “He just pecked at that other bird.”

“That’s right. Not hard; he didn’t hurt the other bird. But he was telling them to back off because he has every right to eat just like they do.”

“Ok.”

“And now what happened?”

“The mean bird hopped out of the way and let Mr. Tippington in. He’s eating and they left him alone.” She looked up at Five with wide eyes, wiping at her nose. “They stopped being mean to him.”

Five nodded. “He didn’t let that mean bird win. He wasn’t mean back, but he also wasn’t going to let them push him around. In the adult world, we call that ‘Not Taking Anyone’s Shit’.”

Cassie giggled and reached out a hand to cover Five’s mouth. He tried not to think about how she had just wiped boogers off her face with that same hand, and let her keep it there. “You said a bad word again.”

Five smiled. “I won’t tell if you won’t,” he said; his voice muffled behind her hand.

Taking her hand away, she smiled. “I won’t tell.”

“Thank you. Are you feeling better?”

“Yeah. I want to go home, though.”

“Good idea. Come on, let’s go.”

Five held out his hand and she took it in hers. They walked home in relative silence, but she never stopped holding his hand.

Later that day, when Cassie wasn’t around, Five told you about the bird incident. He was all fired up and pacing back and forth.

“I’m telling you…whoever the little shithead is at her school that’s doing this is going to get a giant boot shoved up their ass, because if you had seen her—”

“Five,” you cut in. “Thank you for being so concerned, but you can’t go around beating up kids. That’s not how things work.”

He stopped pacing and looked at you, still angry. “You didn’t see what I did. She was a mess.”

“I know, I’m worried, too, trust me. I haven’t even been sleeping and I wake up in the middle of the night thinking about her and how I just want to protect her.”

“Then let me teach her how to fight.”

You frowned, pulling your head back in surprise. “What are you talking about?”

“I can teach her how to fight and how to defend herself. When I was her age I could take down a fully grown man. I can easily show her some basic moves that she can use against whoever this kid is. She can show them she’s not going to back down without a fight.”

 You laughed nervously. “Uh…I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why not?”

“Because…I don’t know!” You crossed your arms over your chest. “It just seems wrong somehow. And her dad is not going to like it, that’s for sure.”

“Oh, fuck him! And it’s not wrong. It’s how the world works. Not everything can be solved with rainbows and hugs. Sometimes you have to use your fist.”

“Five!”

“What? Am I wrong?”

You put your hands on your hips and your voice got harder. “Look, I know you mean well, but I’m just not going to agree with you on this. And it’s not your problem to solve, anyway. It’s mine and her father’s.” Five was silent but his face told you everything. “Shit, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…”

“No, you’re right,” he said, his voice edged with anger. “It’s not my place. I’m just the boyfriend.”

“Five…come on. I’m sorry, you know I didn’t mean it like that.”

“I’m not sure how else you could have meant it.”

You sighed and took his hand. “I’m sorry, honey, I really am. You know I love that you love Cassie and want to protect her. But in this case, I just don’t think violence is the answer.”

“Violence?” he asked, his eyebrows drawn together. He adopted that smug posture of his with his hands in his pockets and his head tilted to the side. “This isn’t violence, sweetheart. This is a little girl defending herself against some playground asshole. But, if you aren’t on board with that, I will let it go. You’re her mother, you know best.”

The two of you agreed to drop the subject for the time being. You didn’t want to hurt Five’s feelings because he was just trying to help in the best way he knew how. But you were still not convinced that his idea was the best for your daughter. Until the day she came home with a bloody elbow after being pushed onto the ground.

As you shook with anger and tried to blink back the tears in your own eyes, you crouched in front of Cassie while she sat on the toilet seat in the bathroom and you cleaned up her wound with a washcloth. She sniffed back her own tears, but had still refused to say who had done it. Five stood in the doorway, waiting to see what you would say now.

After a minute of silently working through your feelings, you turned to Five, looking up at him with a stony expression. “I changed my mind. Let’s do it your way.”

With a small smile, Five nodded his head. “Ok, darling,” he said quietly.

For the next week, every day after school, Five would take Cassie to the backyard to teach her basic defense strategies.

“You’re a natural,” Five said to her with a grin after she had successfully deflected him from grabbing her wrist.

“I can totally beat you up, Five,” she said with a giggle.

He nodded. “I know it. Pretty soon, I’m going to have to take lessons from you.”

She laughed again. “Don’t worry…I promise I won’t hurt you.”

Five pretended to be relieved. “Thank goodness for that, because I don’t want you on my bad side. Alright, now, let me see that block again.”

The next week, Cassie came home bursting with energy, and when she ran in the house after you walked her home from the bus stop, she immediately found Five in the kitchen.

“Five!” she cried. “Guess what?”

“What?”

“That mean girl, Emma, tried to push me again today, and I did just what you told me. I said ‘I don’t think so, fart face,’ and then she tried to kick me but I blocked her foot and she lost her balance and fell over onto the ground. She was ok, but she was a big baby and started crying and then she got up and ran away.”

“That’s great, kid! I’m proud of you for standing up for yourself,” Five said. Then he looked at you very pointedly. “Did you hear that? Emma.”

You nodded and rolled your eyes. “Yeah, I heard it. You were right. Again.”

“I never get tired of hearing that.” Five stooped down so he was eye level with Cassie. “How do you feel now?”

“Great! And I don’t think Emma is going to be bothering me again because she looked pretty sad for the rest of the day.”

“And what did we learn from all of this? he asked.

“Not to take shit from anybody!” Cassie recited before realizing what she said and looking up at you with wide eyes. “Oops.”

You laughed. “You know what, Cass? I’ll let that one slide.”

Cassie laughed before turning back to Five and suddenly wrapping her arms around his shoulders and squeezing him tightly. “Thanks, Five,” she said quietly.

“You’re welcome,” he said as he hugged her back. When he looked up at you with that gorgeous smile of his, while your daughter clung to him like a little spider monkey, you thought he had never looked sexier.

Later that evening, after Cassie had been picked up by your ex and you and Five had the house to yourselves, you were caught by surprise when Five grabbed your arm as you walked past him and blinked you directly into the bedroom and onto the bed. After seeing your shocked expression, he dragged you on top of him with a quiet laugh, brushing your hair off your face and tracing your lips with his thumb.

You put a hand on his wrist. “Before you start getting too frisky, I need to thank you.”

“For what?”

“For doing all of that for Cassie. She’s back to her strong and happy self and that’s because of you. I should have listened to you sooner.”

He nodded with a smile. “Yes, you should have. Let that be a lesson for you.”

“I’m serious!” you laughed. “Really, you are amazing.”

He didn’t say anything to that, but his eyes searched yours intently before giving a slight shake of his head. “You’re amazing. And fuck, you are gorgeous,” he told you before his mouth was roughly attacking yours.

As your kisses heated up and your bodies began reacting to one another, you started grinding down on him, making little whimpering noises when his hand tangled in your hair and his mouth traveled down your neck. You would never get tired of the feeling of his mouth on you. It didn’t matter where or how; crashing it hungrily onto yours, licking at your nipples with a sharp flick of his tongue; teasing you mercilessly with long, lazy laps over your clit; it was all amazing.

When it came to Five’s perfect body, he was like an endless, erotic buffet for your senses. Just the simple act of tasting his skin on your tongue was enough to make you dripping wet. Every inch of him, every scar and imperfection, was so fucking delicious it made your mouth water. Combine that with his natural, intoxicating scent and you could never get enough.

Climbing off, you stripped your clothes away in a hurry before yanking his underwear down, exposing his fully hard length. Five stroked your cheek with his finger as you knelt between his legs and leaned down, grasping him firmly in your hand to trace the head of his cock with your tongue.

“That’s my good girl,” he sighed before closing his eyes and laying his head back.

You always wanted to take care of him like this. He did so much for you in your everyday life, and you knew how long he had gone without physical love of any kind before you came along. It made you feel good to know that you could give that to him now.

You felt him reach down and gently sweep your hair to the side so he could watch as your lips encircled his thick shaft and your hot mouth slid over him. Your head moved up and down as you took in as much of him as you could without gagging, feeling the satiny skin of his cock glide over your tongue. When you started sucking hard on the tip while flicking your tongue over the underside and stroking the rest of his shaft with your fist, he let out a long, shaky moan.

“Come here, baby…please,” he gasped with a gentle tug of your hair.

When you let go and crawled slowly up his body, you slid your wet sex against him, letting his hard dick slip between your folds and press against your clit. He answered back with a roll of his hips into yours; his abs tightening and flexing with the motion.

Your lips brushed softly over his as you quietly questioned him before moving over to his cheek where you sucked a gentle kiss onto his dimple. “I want to give you everything you want, Five.” You swept his hair off his forehead and kissed him again. “Tell me and I’ll give it to you.”

He held your chin with one hand while the other gripped your hip tightly. His eyes met yours with nothing but pure lust behind them. “I want to come inside you.”

You nodded; your lips slightly parted while your eyes searched his. With a quick maneuver of your hips, he was slipping inside you; bottoming out as you adjusted yourself and spread your bent knees further apart. When you started to sit up, he pulled you back down so that you were flush with his chest again.

“I need you close.”

Five was always loving with you, but when he let himself be fully vulnerable and open, that’s when you felt the most connected to him. Hearing him admit he needed you like that made your connection that much deeper.

After a long, deep kiss, you began to slowly move over his cock while he pushed his hips up to meet yours, his heels digging into the mattress. Your pace quickened as you became needier; with your kisses getting sloppier and your hands roaming over his chest and arms.

“I love you,” you whined desperately, pulling yourself away from his eager mouth for just a second.

The feel of his cock inside you was everything. You stared into his beautiful green eyes as he thrust his hips up into you again and again. Just as you were starting to near your threshold, Five grabbed your hips and flung you off, so that you landed on your back next to him.

You gave a small shriek. “What the –”

Five was up on his knees before you could finish your thought, his dick still hard and wet from being inside you. With a half-smile and a hoarse chuckle, he grasped your hips again, pausing for just a moment.

“Fuck, I love you so much,” he said between harsh breaths, right before he flipped you over onto your stomach.

Once you were face down on the bed, Five roughly pulled you back until you could feel his hard cock sliding through your folds and against your throbbing clit as his hip bones slammed against your ass with one jerk. He shoved your legs apart with his knees as he ran a hand down your back.

Your breathing was loud and labored as you pushed back against him. “Oh shit,” you panted; your voice muffled by the mattress beneath you.

Five slowly moved his cock over your slit, teasing you while caressing your ass and thighs. “I’m sorry, darling, I changed my mind. I need to fuck you hard and make you scream.”

With one perfectly executed thrust, he was inside you again, his hips slamming against you while your body was propelled forward. You let out a loud moan and reached a hand down to finger your clit while he fucked you hard from behind. Five stopped suddenly and yanked your hand away.

“No touching yourself until I say so,” he ordered you before continuing to pound you.

You hissed into the sheet under your face. The feeling of his dick filling you up from that angle and his forceful thrusts hurt so good. But you really needed more stimulation to make yourself come hard.

“Five,” you moaned. “Please…”

“No,” he told you, and you could hear the smirk on his face. “Just be good for me, baby.”

Grunting and groaning, Five kept at it, ramming into you over and over again. You weren’t sure how he was able to keep going like that; he had to be getting close. You were, too, but you were dying to touch yourself.

“You’re doing so well for me, sweet girl. Just…fuck…you feel so good,” Five groaned through clenched teeth.

“Please…”you whined again. “Five…please…”

“God, you drive me crazy when you beg like that. Go ahead, sweetheart. Let me feel you come all over my cock.”

Finally getting his permission, you began to finger yourself, using all four fingers to press into your clit while Five continued to fuck you as hard as possible. His cock hit just the right spot as your hand did the rest of the work and soon you were spasming against him as you cried out his name over and over. Hearing you call out his name like that sent Five over the edge and a few seconds later he was filling you up with his warm cum while his hips stilled against your ass, his fingers gripping you tightly.

When you collapsed onto the bed, Five pulled out and laid down beside you. He rested a hand on your back as you both tried to catch your breath.

“Damn, Five,” you breathed out with a laugh. You slid over so you could snuggle up to him and threw an arm over his waist. He pushed his damp hair off his face before hugging you to him and kissing the top of your head.

He was still breathing hard and he let out a short chuckle. “Sorry. I hope that was ok.”

“Ok? That was more than ok, that was fucking incredible” you laughed again, rubbing your cheek against his chest. You were silent for a moment as your breathing started to return to normal. “I meant it when I said I want to give you everything you want. And not just sex. I mean everything.”

You weren’t sure he was going to respond at first but then you felt him swallow hard. “You are all I’ve ever wanted,” he whispered with his lips pressed into your hair. “Thank you for loving me.”

You placed a hand on the side of his face and kissed him deeply before pressing your forehead against his and closing your eyes. There was no need to say anything else; the way you looked into his eyes and the feel of your body melting into his was enough. Five never needed to thank you, though, because loving him was the easiest thing in the world. He loved you and your daughter deeply, and he made your family complete. Which was all you had ever wanted.

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I said last time would be the last time.

Brandon broke up with me 6 months ago. I’ve been a wreck for weeks on end. I promised myself to get over it, but it’s been such a hard thing to process. We would always fight, make up, make love and act like nothing ever happened. He was gone this time. This was the longest we ever been apart.

I try to find things to do to pass the time, but nothing ever seems to take my mind off him. I still smell him, breathe him, and feel him through my body. Our mutual friends always give messages about him, but I’ve been ignoring them lately. My heart can’t take listening to his name, let alone hearing of any accomplishments.

I need to run my errands today, but like everyday I become sad running them alone. We did everything together, after 6 years I can’t believe that we don’t do this anymore.

Heading to the grocery store I become sad with my list of groceries for one instead of two. I hop in my car and turn on “our” playlist. Hoping I can borrow a feeling from any song that plays. Another slow song begins to play and I’m seeing myself in the mirror. Envisioning him touching me, wishing my hands were his. Rubbing the side of my face, choking me ever so lightly. I literally just felt my pussy drip at this light.

“Get it together Dev” I say trying to convince myself that I’m over him. Knowing damn well I’m not. I can feel him inside my pussy when I think about him. The feeling intensifies with every breath I take.

I gather myself to go inside of the store, with my lonely list of single items. Looking at the list I just remember every single meal I ever made for him. Pouring my heart into each meal, now I can only make food for myself. I sob gathering myself for this lonely trip.

I walk through the store, gathering each item reluctantly. Wishing we were laughing together, talking about what we gonna pretend to watch on Netflix when we got back home. Saying pretend because it we wouldn’t make it pass the opening credits without his chocolate snicker veined dick engorged in my throat. He would be gagging me before we knew the name of the movie.

After looking at my cart, I figured I deserved a treat. I tried to maintain a healthy cart since I’m single, I need to stay in shape. The most physical activity I get is the gym these days, so I had to maintain some resemblance of care in my food intake. But with all the crying that I’ve been doing, today I deserve a treat. I decided to head back to the ice cream isle and help myself to something to lift my spirits.

As I walk to the back of the store with my headphones on, I’m letting Chris Brown sing me to a happy place. I almost begin to get a spring in my step as he’s talking about fucking someone back to sleep.

I make it to the ice cream section and I immediately look for Ben & Jerry’s tasty ass. I see it, straight ahead “Chunky Monkey”. I move my cart out of the way to reach for it. As I get ready to reach for the pint, I feel some thing grab me, startled I think I’m in trouble for climbing inside the refrigerator. Moving my headphones so I can hear, a deep, smoldering voice says

“that’s still your favorite ice cream I see, even though I also remember that your monkey was the only chunky I ever wanted”.

I’m fucking stuck. There’s only one voice I know that sounds like that, and my pussy dripping is letting me know exactly who it is.

���Brandon, oh wow. It’s crazy seeing you here. How are you?” I gulp nervously.

“You look good Dev, time has been good to you. But then again when has it not?” Brandon says as he looks at me like he’s about to take my throat from me right here in this store.

As I prepare to answer him, someone loudly over talks me.

“Babe, BABE.. do you want movie popcorn or kettle corn?” I turn to see a bubbly perky breasted young lady yelling to her significant other about popcorn. I turned back around to see if I see him, just for my heart to sink as I realize that there’s nobody here but me and Brandon here. She’s talking to him. Oh my God, he has a girlfriend.

“I’m so sorry ma’am, I was just trying to get a hold of my fiancé, I didn’t mean to bump you, my apologies” she smiles.

“Kettle Corn baby, thank you” he replies.

She skips off to honor his request. I stand there putting my broken heart back in my chest, not making it obvious that I’m literally breaking apart inside. FIANCÉ!?!? What in the fuck is this? After 6 years together, he never asked me to marry him. I’m even more convinced that it was never going to be me.

“Well congratulations to you and your fiancé, you deserve happiness. Be well Brandon.” I say tearfully as I run off, forgetting my ice cream. At this point I just want to disappear.

I get to the register, pay for my items and hurry to my car.

It was a long walk to my car. I always parked far from stores because I loved to get my steps in. Every step counts to me. So I had enough time to cry myself to the car and be over it by the time I started my car.

I open my trunk and back seat to place my purse down as I organize my groceries in the back, just incase if I needed room for a surprise bullseye store trip. I think after that encounter, I deserve some retail therapy now.

As I near the finish of my organization, I feel someone tap me from behind and say “I thought we discussed you parking way the hell back here. Nobody can see you back here.” Brandon says with what looks like chunky monkey ice cream in his hands.

“What the fuck are you doing back here? Where’s your fiancé? Why are you here? I-“ he stops me mid sentence, placing the ice cream in my hand.

“I’m sorry, I should have told you about Keisha. You didn’t deserve to find out like this” he says looking at me sincerely.

“You don’t owe me anything, we are over. It’s your life. We have both clearly moved on.” I say proudly, pretending that I don’t feel like bending over right now and letting him turn me into a Twinkie.

He stares at me in my eyes with a look I haven’t seen in so long, but I remember well. I break contact and go back to packing my car so I can leave this awkward encounter.

He grabs my arm forcefully, making me drop my car keys in the backseat. Turning me towards him, forcing me to look at him. I begin to tear away in anger because I’m loosing control to my body.

“Get the fuck off me Brandon, what in the hell is your problem. Let me the fuck go.”

I try to break free from his grip. I feel his dick literally growing with anticipation the more I fight.

He stops me and looks me in my eyes. He’s subdued me with his piercing glare. He presses up against me, placing his hands on my body. One softly but firmly on my neck and the other on my left breast, lightly massaging it and grazing the nipple ever so softly. My breathing becomes shallow and scattered. What is he doing? Why is he doing this? Isn’t his fiancé near by or in the car wondering where he is. I’m sure she’s looking for him. In this moment, I don’t think either one of us cares. My pussy is wet and gushing between my panties that I know is drenched at this point.

“I know you feel what I feel for you. I haven’t had a day go by that I haven’t thought about you Dev. We broke up, but never really let go. If you tell me to let you go right now, I’ll stop and walk away forever. You want me to stop?” He says while looking me in my dough eyes. I have no voice to even reply. My red lips are pursed and parted from the small breaths I continue to take. I shake my head no while staring him completely in his eyes.

He leans onto me, kissing me softly, hand still wrapped around my neck. He kisses my lips softly and becomes more aggressive every time he touches his lips to mine. He parts my lips to slide his tongue inside my mouth, I close my mouth to proceed to suck his tongue. Feeling now that his dick is rock hard.

“Show me that you still love me” he says as I’m already unbuckling his jeans. I drop to my knees and open my mouth. Giving him my entire throat to use as he pleases. Forcing my head on and off his dick, using my mouth as his personal pocket pussy. Grabbing both sides of my face, moaning loudly in this parking structure like we are outside alone. He literally has no fear of being caught in this moment. Brandon’s dick is so deep down my throat that he’s breathing for the both of us.

I feel his precum slip pass my lips. He stops. He pulls me off my knees and stands me up, just to pull down my leggings, revealing my cummed in panties. He begins to take his dick to rub my clit while I stand there defenseless.

Brandon forcefully turns me around, placing me in position. I automatically arch the posture of my back, taking my hands to spread my giant ass to show my wet dripping pussy that’s salivating for his erection to be inside me.

“Such a good girl, still obedient like I remember. Tell me what you want” he orders me.

“Fuck me hard please. Take my pussy from me” I say patiently waiting for him to beat my pussy like an Undertaker versus Mankind cage match.

He forces his dick inside my tight wet pussy, moaning hard as he enters. I grip him hard with my pussy as he’s thrusting aggressively in and out of me.

He’s pulsating inside of me as he’s moving. I’m feeling every inch of him as he’s continuing to grow inside of me. Just moving back and forth, harder and harder. I’m moaning so loud and hard, tears in my eyes from how good it feels to have his dick inside me. Holding my breasts as he’s making me take his dick roughly outside where everyone can see.

“Oh my God Dev, you’re gonna make me cum. I’m about to cum. Do you want it in your favorite place?” He says as I scream out “Yes” in reply.

I fall to my knees like a sinner who needs prayer, open my mouth to the heavens and wait for him to bless me. He releases an outpouring of his creaminess all over my face and mouth, as I devour every drop that hits my throat.

He moans as he shakes out every drop til he’s empty. I swallow the rest of him and what’s left of my pride as he kisses me in completion. My pants still around my ankles, he grips my ass holding me in place as he continues to kiss me softly.

I buckle his pants as he helps me with mine. I brush my hand across his face and we embrace each other knowing that he has to go.

“Goodbye Brandon.” I kiss him on the cheek. He walks away silently. Staring back a few times before he’s out of my view.

I said last time would be the last time.

Happy Monday 💋

[cherrywhipped]

what goes down when you…

❤︎ get drunk with your tokyo rev s/o. ❤︎

!!!!!! VERY NSFW ❤︎ including: baji, chifuyu, kazutora, takemichi, mikey, draken, mitsuya, smiley, angry, rindou, ran, izana, kokonoi, inui, kakucho, sanzu, taiju, kisaki, hanma, shion, naoto, wakasa, shinichiro

a/n: just in time for valentines!!😀 had the weeknd’s cover of drunk in love on repeat, so I smashed a bunch of Tokyo Rev ideas I had into this prompt that weren't working as full fics. Some of these I ended up loving a lot (pt 2??*cough*shin) & some of them will probably just stay here. have a wonderful v day & stay safe! if u don’t have a date (like me) buy urself flowers and read these in the bath bc ur fav TR character wants to f*ck you rn <3

— — ❤︎ Baji Keisuke

“No listen! Apparently we weren’t even a couple despite all the times we fucked at the winery? And then it ended up catching on fire?? That’s like the last message, like we don’t even know how Aiden’s contest wine rank—” Baji smashed his lips against yours, ceasing your rambling immediately. “Babe, respectfully, I have no fucking idea what you’re talkin’ about.” He smiled and lowered his lips to your ear. “But, ya know, I could listen to your voice all damn day,” Baji planted a featherlight kiss near your earlobe as he whispered, “…’specially like hearing those moans of yours.” Something about liquor made your usually stoic boyfriend run his damn mouth. His topaz eyes twinkled as you stared at him in shock. You felt his heavy hand against your cheek and leaned into his comforting touch, his thumb brushing over your lips. “Keisuke,” you sighed. “You made me forget what I was saying.” You kissed his hand and lightly bit down on his thumb. “Good.” He sighed as you opened your mouth enough for him to slip his index finger in, another one following the first. You closed your lips around his knuckles and sucked him in, beckoning him further down your tongue until his fingertips tapped the back of your throat. He chuckled softly when you gagged. Baji pulled his hand away from your mouth and stuffed it down your pants to finger you. You could feel the heat radiating from his face as he kissed you firmly, teeth sinking into your lower lip.

— — ❤︎ Kazutora Hanemiya

KBOOM. Heavy rain drummed against the window. Thunder erupted outside your bedroom, followed by a loud crackle, leaving you and your boyfriend completely in the dark. “Aw, shit,” Kazutora huffed. “Well, s’good thing we made a blanket fort.” He giggled and patted around for his phone. You were watching Regular Show in your little cave and playing one of those drinking games where you had to take a shot every time Benson yelled or someone said “whoaaaa,” for example. When the power cut out, you were several episodes in and needless to say, both pretty drunk at this point. “Here, I’ll help,” you say sweetly, fumbling around the wad of sheets on the floor. “hEy, babyyy, watch it.” It took a moment for you to register what had transpired; it seems you pawed Kaz’s lap... and accidentally grabbed his dick. Drunk y/n suddenly had a great idea. “Ohh, I’m so sorry pretty boy, ’m still looking for it,” you feigned, crawling closer to his body and intentionally getting handsy with him. You flipped up his shirt and ran your fingers across the skin of his lower stomach. Your touch danced over the waistband of his sweats, teasing him mercilessly before fully cupping his hard-on. Tora whined. You could barely make out his head tipping back in the dark as you squeezed him. “Mmh, god… y/n, baby, ride me,” his tone made your heart pussy jump, it was a mix of desperate and demanding. Before you could move, he grabbed your ass, pulling at the flesh of your thighs and hips to get you to straddle him. You rolled over onto his lap, french kissing him feverishly. Kazutora sucked at your bottom lip as he pressed your body down to grind against his pelvis, rocking your hips forward and back slowly.

— — ❤︎ Matsuno Chifuyu

The refrigerator was overflowing with Jell-O shots for the party tonight. You and Chifuyu were so ready to impress your friends, having gone all out with a batch of rainbow ones AND a batch of chocolate pudding ‘dirt cup’ shots, complete with sour gummy worms on top….. only for it to get cancelled:( “I’m sure they’ll reschedule really soon, Fuyu. at least these should last a few days,” you comforted your love. “Yeah… no point in letting them go to waste, though. I’m tryin’ some—” Chifuyu made a b-line for the fridge and returned with handfuls of the mini containers. He plopped down next to you with an expression one could only describe as epiphanic. “Actually… Hold that thought, I’m gonna order pizza.” You snorted, “We having a party of our own?” Chifuyu put the shots down on the coffee table. “I mean, why not?? With a pizza box and all these cups we can play…” he paused for dramatic effect, “battle shots!” You giggled and nodded, “Battle ships with Jell-O shots and a pizza-box board, huh?” You smiled brightly. “Have I ever mentioned that I love you?” Chifuyu grinned playfully at your comment and hovered over you on the couch, nose inches away from yours. “Mm, no, never. I think I’d remember something so impo—” you leaned forward and pressed your lips to his before he could finish his sentence. ••••• “A5.” It was the last turn of the game. “Hit, and you sunk my battleship,” you sighed in defeat, utterly wasted after having Chifuyu wipe the floor with you this game. “Woo! I wiiinnn, what’s my prize?” Chifuyu beamed. You crawled over to him and laid your head in his lap, kissing his thighs playfully. “I’ve got an idea.” He shivered and bit his lip. A deep sigh left his chest, relaxing his body as he stroked your cheek. He gazed at you adoringly. “Oh? I think I like where this is going.”

— — ❤︎ Hanagaki Takemichi

You are seated next to Takemichi at his beautiful cousin’s wedding, looking on as the newly wed couple shares their first marital kiss. Michi squeezed your hand before contributing to the growing applause and cheers. He breathed a sigh of relief upon surviving the most stressful parts of the ceremony, and now everyone was just ready to let loose. “Whoa, check it oouuut!” He exclaimed, pointing towards the delicious spread of food and drinks decorating the room. Music blared as everyone helped themselves. Takemichi twirled you around the dance floor a few times, and now you were seated near the mini bar to get your drink on. You two had a toast to yourselves first (what better way to celebrate the romantic scene) and stared into each other’s eyes lovingly. The chemistry was almost the same as when you two had first started dating, the conversation flowing effortlessly all evening. One, two, four… you lost count of how many drinks you had at this point, and your boyfriend was looking pretty flushed himself. You stared at the just-married couple at the center of the dance floor. “They look so wonderful together... I bet,” you began boldly, “they are gonna have the wildest night after this,” you took a sip of your drink and smirked. “Y-Y/n!! That’s such a dirty thing to say,” Takemichi sputtered. “Baby. Don’t play coy like you haven’t said some of the filthiest shit I’ve ever heard.” Your eyes flicked over his flustered expression. You paused for just a moment before leaning in close to his ear. “Tell me you don’t want to act on all the love and romance in the air.” Your hand rested on his face close to the bottom of his jaw. Takemichi trembled, he was visibly caving under the pressure. You heard him swallow hard and nod slightly against your cheek, “I could kiss your lips until they bruise. You have no idea...” he whispered. “That’s more like it. We’ve never really explored having sex in a public place, have we? C’mon, I’ll prove my love to you now,” you kissed his cheek sincerely. “And I’ll let you prove you’re thinking some things far worse than I am,” you whispered and pulled him out of his seat.

— — ❤︎ Sano Manjiro

“SHIT!” Mikey cussed, his quarter bouncing off the table and narrowly missing the shot glass he aimed for. You both had a few shots of liquor in you and the aims were only getting worse. “HA! That one was double or nothing, take two, Mikey~.” You loved playing games with your boyfriend, even if he was the worst loser on the planet and would conjure up absolutely anything to ensure he won in the end. “Noo, wait! One more! If I make this one, you have to take all my shots. If I miss, I’ll take four.” He stared at you with unwavering intensity. “And how’s that fair at all??” You squinted back, lips curving into a pout. “Okay, okay. Fine, here. You get a chance to shoot when I make this shot. If you miss, both of us only take two shots, but if you make it, I’ll take five.” He tilted his head to the side and smiled sweetly. What absolute nonsense. You thought for a moment before replying, “You’re on, babe.” Mikey flashed you a grin, lining up his course on the table. It was a great attempt, you really thought he had it. Somehow though, his quarter skimmed the glass and bounced right back out. “FUCK-!! YOU SAW IT GO IN!” He screeched. “NO WAY, THAT’S STILL A MISS!” Your intensity matched his frantic screams, laughter erupting from you. “Baby! Youu have to take four shots nooow~,” you poked his stomach and arms playfully. “Nuh uh, technically I didn’t miss.” You stared at him in disbelief. “Mikey. The quarter is on the table. Take. The damn. Shots.” He sprinted away from you at full speed, darting towards the bedroom, “MAKE ME!!” You couldn’t believe how childish-... But you didn’t have time to waste and chased after him. You caught up to him and flung yourself at him, effectively body-slamming him onto the mattress. “Sano Manjiro I swear if you don’t take those fuckin-” his hands gently wrapped behind your head, thumbs grazing the side of your face as he captured your lips in a kiss. That asshole. You melted into him, fingers wandering up his neck to grab handfuls of his hair. He swept his hands down your body, palms landing on your ass, pulling you flush against his hips. Panting, you pulled away from his sensual kisses. “Mm, I’m not letting you off that easy.”

— — ❤︎ Ryuguji Ken

“…you do remember where we are, right?” Draken breathed in a low tone near your ear. Yeah, of course, a casual dinner party with his friends and some of his work buddies. So maybe one of his friends made excellent cocktails, and maybe you overindulged. And perhaps, as a consequence, the liquor had you feeling devious enough to try to feel up your boyfriend around a corner where nobody could see to get a reaction out of him. “Mhmm,” you answered confidently. His grip on your wrist tightened as he pushed his knee between your thighs, backing you against the wall. “And you do know what’ll be waiting for you if you keep acting up here, hm?” You whimpered, maybe a bit too excitedly for his taste. Draken tilted your chin up to meet his gaze with his free hand, his brow raised into an expression that read ‘don’t test me’. You blinked innocently and pouted. “I’m sorry daddy. Can I have a kiss?” Ken rolled his eyes at you before answering, “Tch, fine. Just one, then we are going back for a little while longer.” He leaned down to kiss you, his hand softly resting on your jaw and his other hand releasing your wrist to settle on your hip. Just as your lips met, you pulled him close by the collar of his shirt with one hand, the other sneaking its way to his belt, dipping below the buckle slowly in attempt to tease his cock. You felt his body briefly relax before pulling away from you, breaking the kiss in the act. “Mm, you shouldn’t have done that.” He huffed. Without warning, he belted, “Oi, Mitsuya! S’getting late, I’ve gotta get my s/o home. Tell whoever’s left I’m headin’ out.” Your eyes widened in shock that he just announced your exit… and now you had no escape from the punishment you earned yourself. “C’mon, baby, let’s get you home and into bed, ah?” He laced his fingers with yours and led you to the car with a knowing grin.

— — ❤︎ Mitsuya Takashi

“You are so fucking sexy.” Your incredible Mitsuya, the absolute perfect partner, had the filthiest mouth after a few glasses of wine. It was dinner at your place, just some pasta and wine, nothing crazy, but Takashi had it out for you tonight. He beckoned you over to where he was sitting, heavy kisses quickly escalating before you could wrap your brain around it all. “God, you smell good…” he squeezed at your flesh ferociously. “Turn around, wanna taste my dessert,” he breathed, shifting in his seat at the dinner table. “N-no, other way, baby. I want a face full of ass while I eat that pretty pussy,”  his voice was low, growl-like tone making your cunt pulse as you climbed on the table. “Taka--!” you attempted to call to him pitifully. He pushed your dress up and sunk his teeth into the fabric of your panties, pulling them down your leg teasingly. “Spread ‘em wider,” he demanded. “Mitsuya!!” He was being embarrassingly direct. You would’ve been humiliated if you didn’t find it so hot. You slid your knees further apart on the sleek wood, back curving into a pronounced arch to put as much of your pussy on display for him as you could in this position. “Mmm, just like that, good girl,” he purred. You jumped when his tongue swiped along your slick folds, the contact making your legs tingly. He kissed and licked at your cunt before sucking your clit in his mouth. You both moaned in unison. “So good,” he whined in a low tone. “Want more?” he gripped your thigh with one hand and teased your entrance with the other. “Yes, please, Taka,” you mewled softly. You leaned your hips into his touch, and he let out a deep, lascivious giggle in response. “Baby, you’re gonna have to beg a little better than that.” You wished you could see the wide grin you knew was on his face. “Come on. I know you’ve got it in you.” 

— — ❤︎ Kawata (Angry) Souya

Tonight, you ventured to a bar within walking distance of your boyfriend Souya’s apartment. The two of you had as many drinks as you wanted since nobody was driving, the area was relatively safe, and left with confidence knowing if anybody messed with y’all, Angry was more than capable of kicking their ass. Your arms wrap tightly around your boyfriend’s midsection, face pressed into the back of his shirt as he walked, dragging you forward with him each step. “Pleaseeee! Souya, pleeee-,” your incessant cries were cut short by your boyfriend stopping abruptly and whipping around to face you. You flinched at his furious expression, but the words that left his mouth were surprisingly… sweet. “Sure, princess. It’s on the way to the apartment.” Angry took your hand and led you towards the barren park. You playfully danced around him and cheered excitedly, insisting that he push you on the swing. “Fine, fine, but only if you’ll go down the slide with me.” Of course you agreed and the two of you played around for some time. It was now Souya’s last time going down the slide, so you waited at the bottom for him. He let out the most adorable ‘wheee!’ sound as he swirled around to the end of the slide. You saw him laying at the base, slightly breathless, messy blue hair sticking to his forehead from the sweat, and a subtle grin on his usual scowling face. Before you knew it, you hovered over Souya, a handful of his thick hair in your clutches as you leaned in to kiss him. He sighed warmly and pulled your body close, deepening the kiss. “Ready to go?” You asked cheerily. “Mm. Wanna shower with me when we get back?” You caught a glint of mischief in his eyes as he spoke. “Sure. C’mon,” you replied and pulled him to his feet. “Y/n,” he began, and you looked at him expectantly. “…never mind.” Soya shied away from his words. “You sure?” You asked gently, eyes shining in the moonlight. “Um… We should play around like that more often.” He laced his fingers with yours as he walked you back to the apartment. “I love you too, Souya.”

— — ❤︎ Kawata (Smiley) Nahoya

“Oh~? What’s this, eh?” The toy whirred in his hands as he tinkered with the buttons. “Nahoya!!” You screamed. Why was he digging through your stuff?? Even worse for you, it seems that earlier today while you rushed to pack a stay-the-night bag, the mini vibrator you kept hidden in a small pocket in your backpack was overlooked. “So, my girl’s a pervert, huh?” His trademark smirk appeared especially daunting now. You hid your face with your hands. “I—,” you began. Although you and Smiley had some heated moments, being the tease that he is, the two of you hadn’t exactly gone all the way together yet. Tonight was supposed to be the night, you even had some drinks with him to dampen the nerves, but the implications of finding a sex toy in your possession made the anticipation spike back up. “I just, I forgot it was in my backpack,” you winced. “Ohw, why’re ya all pinched up, pretty baby?” His tone softened ever so slightly, “Don’t cha want me to use it on you?” Your eyes widened and your brows raised slightly. “Would you..?” you sucked in a breath, “I think I’d like that…” Your body moved faster than your brain as you slowly crawled towards your boyfriend sitting on the floor. “Yeah? C’mere, then,” he cooed, coaxing you into his lap. His hands tangled in your hair and pulled it firmly enough to cause your mouth to pop open. He quickly brought your face close, stealing your lips and slipping his tongue inside you with a soft groan. You barely heard the sound of the vibrator before Nahoya traced it up your leg, snaking under your shirt and bra to tease your nipple. You moaned sweetly under his touch. He pecked your lips once more before pulling away and grinning. “Heh. This’ll be fun.”

— — ❤︎ Haitani Rindou

Shit-faced at a concert? Sounds about right. You and Rin had been dancing around the pit and waiting for the headliner to start for almost two. hours. He made you get there EARLY because he “didn’t wanna miss the openers.” Bruh. Nobody sane goes to a concert early. You needed some liquor or you were gonna lose your mind. You and Rin smoked beforehand, he had a drink or two already as well, now it was your turn. It wasn’t a super large venue bc Rin wanted to check out an up-and-coming rap artist, but the crowd was starting to swell, the energy buzzing in the air. “Rinnie, you up for a little bet?” You tugged at your boyfriend’s shirt and gave him your best doe eyes. “Mm. Wassup?” He leaned his ear down to your lips to listen to your pitch. “I bet the cost of our bar tab that I can out-drink you tonight.” He perked up almost instantly. “Ohh? You really think ya could, huh? That’s cute.” He smirked and you elbowed his arm. “I’m serious,” you pulled him close to you, lips almost touching. He leaned in the rest of the way to kiss you slowly. “Since you’re so confident, lemme add to the bet,” he started, his hand dropping to the small of your back, pulling you close and brushing his cheek against yours. “Whoever wins… gets to fuck the loser’s ass.” You took a step back and stared at him in disbelief. “Are you deadass right now? …You know you could lose, right? How high did you get Rin..?” He stared into your eyes intensely and half-laughed, “Nah, ‘m deadass serious. Guess I could, but I won’t lose. You’re already startin’ out behind, doll. Best get to drinkin’ if the bet’s on.” His confidence was almost enough to make you change your mind. almost. You sucked in a breath and hurried to the bar to order yourself two drinks.

— — ❤︎ Haitani Ran

“Ran baby!” you called, “What is this!?” You got up at noon and headed to the balcony right off the bedroom for some air, only to reveal a fantastic looking breakfast spread on the patio tables. It was complete with a drink dispenser full of a vibrant orange liquid that very much resembled a mimosa. “My love,” his model-esque figure sashayed down the hallway, then stepped out onto the balcony dramatically. “You know how we always sleep in and miss brunch? Well, today, I brought brunch to us.” He beamed as he gestured towards the table, a soft breeze rustling his hair and kicking up the end of his silky robe. What a strange boyfriend he was, but you couldn’t deny that he looked gorgeous in his own right. You let out firm giggle. “Ran! You didn’t have to do all this, what’s the occasion?” He leaned forward and grasped your chin tenderly. “Oh, I just love you, that’s all.” Before you could react, his lips were on yours, melting you completely. Your hand gingerly grasped his, meeting his eyes with nothing but pure, wholistic love. “How did I get so lucky? I love you very much, Ran. Thank you.” You brought his palm to your lips and kissed it softly. “So, now we’re gonna get drunk… and then you’ll give me the best head I’ve ever had in my life, right?” He smiled blankly. “RAN!!” You playfully whacked his chest. “As if I’d say anything other than yes.” You both moved to the table and enjoyed breakfast, downing mimosas like nobody’s business. “You better understand what you’re in for now, Haitani.” You warned. “‘M not stopping after the first, second, or even third time you cum.” Ran’s face contorted into one of amusement as he drunkenly giggled, “You better not, but after that, I’m taking you to bed, k?” As you crawled under the table on the balcony, a fleeting thought penetrated your mind, could anyone see you? The minute you got a taste of Ran’s cock, however, the thought vanished, and you didn’t have a care in the world.

— — ❤︎ Kurokawa Izana

“How can you just leave me standing, Alone in a world so cold,” Izana sang softly as he played his guitar in his apartment for you. “Maybe I’m just too demanding, Maybe I’m just like my father, too bold,” you sang along with him, admiring the sounds filling the room. Your boyfriend, however, suddenly ceased his playing, gentle laughter interrupting the song. “Baby, I know you don’t sing like that.” He set his guitar aside, giggles getting the best of him. “Zana, that’s so mean, do I really sound bad?” You felt your eyebrows raise in concern. So maybe you weren’t Prince, but you knew you weren’t the worst singer in the world… did you offend Izana’s ears enough for him to stop playing altogether and laugh? “Not at all, you’re just… so cute when you try to sing drunk. You focus so hard that your pretty face gets all scrunched up…” he leaned forward from his seat on the floor to grab your cheeks. He cracked up again upon seeing your face squished into an exaggerated fishy-lipped pout by his own hand. “Izana, you are so giggly tonight,” you teased. “I dunno, guess I’m just in a really good mood.” He smiled softly, hands coming up to wipe tiny tears from his lavender eyes. “Aww, is that your way of saying I make you happy?” You scooted closer to him and poked at his sides, tickling him slightly. He responded between broken laughs, “Hey, you make me very happy, y/n.” There was a sweet moment of silence before he retaliated. Izana moved on your figure, leisurely yet swiftly grabbing your wrists and pinning you to the floor. He hardly gave you a second to protest before he was kissing you delicately. He made you feel adored and desirable in ways you couldn’t have anticipated. You wrapped your legs around his back, the soft, sensual kisses sinking into dark, hungry ones. His grip on your wrist tightened as he pressed his body against you, the two of you desperate for closeness. He broke the kiss only long enough to say, “bed,” before pulling you to your feet and drunkenly guiding you to his room, your lips and bodies inseparable.

— — ❤︎ Kokonoi Hajime

“Where are you, little slut?” Koko’s voice echoed through the hotel penthouse. You held in your giggles as you hid in the gorgeous marble bathroom, hunkered down in the lavish bathtub. “If I don’t find you in the next 10 seconds, I’m gonna spank you till you cry. One...” You let out a cackle. “Kokooooo! My darling, take a bath with me,” your voice carried throughout the suite. You stood up and stripped down to your lingerie as you waited for him to enter the room, opting to sit seductively on the edge of the tub. “Sigh.” Koko stepped through the door, his face decorated lightly with vanilla icing. “You’re more trouble than you’re worth,” he rolled his eyes and sauntered towards the tub. “Tongue out,” he demanded. You did as you were told, delicately licking the icing from his cheek and side of his nose. You left tiny kisses on the affected areas as he complained. “First you finish off MY favorite wine, then you go and hit me with a cupcake.” He clicked his tongue and crossed his arms, sharp eyes boring into your forehead. “Baby, that was a total accident!” You stammered. “Awh, it was an accident~” his lips curled upwards as he mocked your tone. “Koko!! I didn’t know how close my hand was to your face, Hajime, I’m drunk! And I’m very sorry…. C’mon, let’s take a bath, pleaseee?” You tugged at his clothes gently. “Why d’ya wanna have a bath so bad right this second?” He took a step back, heavily lidded eyes fixed on the intricate red lingerie you wore. “Wanna fuck you in the bath, I guess. Seems romantic.” Kokonoi raised a brow, his cruel facade melting. “Mm. Guess it is Valentine’s Day,” he mused. “Tch, You’re damn lucky I love you so much, my spoiled brat. Alright, but first, go prance a little. Get me a drink so I can see the set from the back.” You hopped up excitedly. “Yay!! Yes sir!” You started to head back to the main area before Koko’s voice stopped you. “Hold on,” he paused, “do that again.” You tilted your head to the side. “Do what, this?” you jumped up and spun slightly, all your curves bouncing with you. “Mm. So good for me. Hurry back now,” he teased, unbuttoning his shirt and pulling out a big box of rose petals from the cabinet to put in the bath.

— — ❤︎ Inui Seishu

Hot tears welled in your eyes as you choked back a frustrated laugh. “4th time balls back, you’re fucking kidding me…” you face palmed. Inui stood at the opposite end of the table, arms folded and his gaze fixed on the last two red solo cups in front of you. He was absolutely destroying you at beer pong. Who would’ve thought he’d be so good? You were unbelievably flustered at losing so hard and having to drink so much, but his flawless performance was undeniably impressive… his cool and domineering appearance further flustering you. Inui lined up the shot, and just before the ping pong ball left his fingertips, you hollered, “MISS!!” He flinched and the ball skimmed the cup. You laughed triumphantly. “Tch! Y/n, you cheater.” He rolled his eyes and picked up the second ping pong ball. He shot quickly and it sunk in, leaving one last cup before your defeat. You had only managed to wipe out 3 of his cups:( but you weren’t giving up yet!! You heard somewhere the more drunk you are, the better you get at this game, right? You snatched up the balls and went straight in on your shot, fatally missing both. Inui snickered, a slight smile appearing on his face. “Nice try, y/n. I’ll go ahead and win for us so you can take a break from drinking,” his eyes flashed with a subtle fierceness, bouncing the ball off the table into a perfect shot. Before you could pick up the last cup and remove the ball to drink it, Inui walked over and grabbed the cup for himself. “I’ll take this one off your hands.” You tilted your head. “Why? You won, it’s my punishment,” you inquired. “Little give and take. Let’s just say I’ve got some better ideas of how to punish you than making you drink yourself sick.” After throwing back the cup, he wiped your now nonexistent tears away and kissed your eyelids softly. “So worked up over such a silly thing…” He slinked behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pelvis pressing into your back. He leaned down and brushed any clothes or hair aside to work a hickey onto your skin, kissing your neck and up your face, stopping right next to your ear. He bit the shell of it before whispering, “Wanna bend over for me, pretty?”

— — ❤︎ Kakucho

Let’s just say that you did NOT plan on getting drunk at lunch with your darling Kaku today. You skipped breakfast, sure, but what the hell was in that margarita? You were bewildered as to how one drink could possibly put you on your ass. You were dizzy just sitting in the booth across from Kaku. “Y/n, you didn’t answer my question. Sweetheart, you okay?” He smiled softly at you, eyebrows knitting together out of concern as he reached for your hand. “Uh huh,” you replied slowly. “Should’ve thought about drinking on an empty stomach,” you sighed and squeezed his fingers. The sudden flash in your mind of having his thick hands wrapped around your throat made pleasure pool in your stomach. …Were you ovulating? You must be. First you get drunk off of one drink, now you’re lewding your boyfriend at a restaurant midday. You paused. Before you could even correct your mistake, Kakucho looked at you knowingly. You slowly realized you were clenching his hand hard, and loosened your grip. “Oh, sorry, baby…” The corner of his mouth crept upward, and he raised a brow. “Y/n… why don’t you try texting me what’s going on,” he suggested with a knowing smile. “While you’re at it, I’ll make arrangements for someone to pick us up from here.” You gave him a bewildered stare. “Why not have a little fun, um… day... drinking?” He smiled sheepishly as you giggled. Kaku was willing to take one for the team if it made you feel more comfortable. Besides, it’s not like you had plans outside of each other for the rest of today. You pulled out your phone and began rapid-fire texting him every horny thought that came to mind. 📱[Y/N❤️‍🔥: take me to thebathroom and bend me over the sink :: do I think the server would notice if I sucked your dick under the table :: can i test it out? :: hmph. fine but i need u to choke me in the car, ok?] Needless to say, the look on his face was priceless. 

— — ❤︎ Sanzu Haruchiyo

The club. It was ridiculously dark in the room, you could hardly see flashes of Sanzu’s vibrant eyes and his wicked toothy grin in the pitiful blue and purple flashing lights. Somehow, the loud music contributed to your poor visibility and absolutely fueled the fire of lust and love you had for your boyfriend. All you could do is let yourself be consumed by him, fully taking in the feeling of his body against yours. Nobody could see you two making out on the dance floor, the two of you heavily intoxicated and tuned in to each other’s reactions: every touch and moan made your grip on reality slip. Haru backed you tight against the wall, his arms caging you in. Your spine arched deliciously into his chest. His breath hot on your neck, lips dangerously close to sinking into your skin, but he paused right there. He grabbed the side of your head firmly and pressed your cheek to his face, lips tickling your ear as he spoke over the music. “Could fuck you right here,” his voice is low, breathy, and dead serious. “Want to so bad, can I?” His free hand slips between your legs and up your dress… before you know it, his fingers are tapping against your panties, electricity jolting your cunt with each touch. “Uh huh, I don’t care, want you now, Haru,” you whined in his ear. A breathy laugh escaped him before kissing you roughly, his tongue swiping along your own. Sanzu pushed his hips firmly against yours, his feet lightly kicked at the inside of your ankles to make you spread your legs further apart. He aligned your body with his pelvis, effectively trapping you further against the wall. The kiss was broken to mark your neck as his hands hungrily grabbed one of your thighs and wrapped it around his waist, his lanky stature securing your position. You just knew your boyfriend was gonna fuck you so good, his demeanor borderline feral as he bared his pointy canines… it was like he wanted to stake his claim in front of everyone at the club--and you’d sure as hell let him.

— — ❤︎ Shiba Taiju [bar fight/violence WARNING]

There was no denying that your boyfriend was and probably always will be a little nuts, but you loved him for it. You are perched on a barstool, watching the madness unfold with blurry vision. The unfortunate sucker that flirted with you 3 minutes ago is getting his ass whooped by your beast of a boyfriend. You really tried to stop him, but Taiju made up his mind the second he saw that guy put his hands on you. Honestly, seeing him fight for you was as flattering as it was arousing--oops, you meant to think ‘terrifying’... probably. The stupid scumbag’s friend broke a beer bottle and threatened Taiju with it as you scrambled to your feet, backing towards the exit. To your relief, one swift swing of Taiju’s fist and the guy was out cold. Your boyfriend whipped around and stomped towards you, immediately throwing his arms around you protectively. “‘M taking us home.” He breathed, managing to escape the fight with only bruised knuckles and bloody eyebrow. God, he looked so hot. The two of you stumbled out the door. The moment you were out of sight from the people crowding the bar, you pulled him in a searing kiss. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you pressed your body against his. Taiju’s strong hands twitched on your waist. He wasn’t sure why, but he felt an intense yearning for you just then, the kiss ending all too quickly for him. “I’ll get us a ride,” you said softly. He blinked at you slowly, his wide amber eyes unreadable beneath his furrowed brow. “Mmh.” Was all he said. As you fiddled with your phone, Taiju’s head lowered to your neck, his forehead resting against your shoulder. He clutched the fabric of your clothes at your hips harshly, a ragged breath leaving his lips. “Give me your body.” His voice was barely a whisper. His lips met your neck passionately as his body enveloped yours. “Tai—,” you gasped when his teeth sunk into your skin. “Baby,” you moaned weakly, “our ride will be here in a minute, let’s get home and then,” you panted softly, “you can have whatever you wish.”

— — ❤︎ Kisaki Tetta

“Hi, my diamond. Enjoying the view?” You knew it was Kisaki by his euphonic tone before you felt his arms wrap around your waist. He pressed his body against your back and rested his chin on your shoulder, kissing your cheek before gazing out at the sea with you. “Yes! It’s beautiful, the water is so blue,” you exclaimed. It truly is one of the most beautiful views you’ve ever seen. Kisaki booked a vacation for the two of you: a cruise with a suite room so luxurious you would’ve mistaken it for a grand hotel room if not for the motion of the ship and sound of the waves. You’ve been his partner for years and somehow he outdoes himself every single anniversary. “Wanna have a drink with me?” He offered, planting another kiss to your face. “Sure!” You practically sang. Kisaki took your hand and led you from your private balcony to inside the suite. You almost fainted at the sight. Before you on the coffee table sat an ice bucket with pink champagne, strawberries, melted chocolate, whisky, soda, and a few of your favorite snack foods. “Happy anniversary, darling.” You immediately rushed to capture him in a giant hug, squeezing him tight and peppering kisses all along his face. “You really didn’t have to do all of this, my goodness. Thank you—thank you so much, Tetta. You really know how to make me feel special.” He smiled lovingly before you captured his lips in a heartfelt kiss. Kisaki poured you both a glass to start, you had a cute little toast, and then, you drank. It didn’t take long for the effects of the drinks to hit you. Between the high of the views, snack spread, and your handsome boyfriend... it’d be a fat lie to say you weren’t dying to get in his pants. “Tettaaa,” you whined. “Will you come cuddle me?” You asked climbing onto the bed. “Anything for you.” He said softly, his figure resting next to you on the mattress. One of the many things you loved about Kisaki was that he always dressed well. That, and his scent is intoxicating. You hummed and began unbuttoning his shirt. “Oh? I thought you wanted to cuddle?” Kisaki quirked a brow with a playful expression. “Maybe I just said that to get you into bed with me..?” You met his intense eyes and ran a hand along his chest, kissing him before he could respond. He pulled away gently, a slight snicker escaping him before adding, “Mm, well, I did say anything for you.”

— — ❤︎ Hanma Shuji

“wanna suck you off so bad, pleeeeaase baby your cock ‘s warm n you taste s’good, I want you in my mouth.” unbeknownst to you, the ‘whisper’ that left your lips could be heard by almost everyone in the room. Your friends gawked at you: some cackling, one mortified, others asking for someone else to repeat what you said because they missed it, and a few too stunned to speak. Hanma snorted at your comment, far too drunk, horny, and amused to be embarrassed. God he loved the shit you’d come up with when you drank together. “Yeah? ‘m going to smoke, wanna come?” His sharp golden eyes met yours, alluring grin beckoning you to join. “Mhmmmm,” you tugged at his arms as you stood up, pulling your boyfriend along with you. A few whistles and hollers rang out as you and Hanma stumbled out the door. Outside was surprisingly quiet. The distant sound of a few cars passing by was all you could hear. You walked down the stairs to the poorly-lit yard and backed him up against a large tree. The bark made indentions on your palms as you kissed Shuji with passion and desperation. You thought about asking for permission, but this time, you just wanted to go for it. He deepened the kiss hungrily, his tongue melting into your mouth. Hanma nipped at your bottom lip, trailed kisses down to your neck, and bit down roughly. He too was at a crossroads. Part of him wanted to throw you up against the tree and teach you a damn lesson, but a larger, needier part of him wanted to smoke… and watch you try to suck his dick while he did so. “God, won’t even give me a minute to breathe, let alone light a fuckin cigarette,” he slurred breathlessly. “Down, baby. Let me get this started and then you can have your way with me, hmm?♡.” He fished for his pack and lighter as you kissed down his body, your lips latching onto every inch of bare skin you could get, hands deliberately snaking under his clothes to feel as much of him as you could. “Fuckk, baby, you’re gonna ruin me…”

— — ❤︎ Shion Madarame

“GO GO GO GO—YEAAAAAHHHH ATTA BABYY!!!!” Shion belted as you chugged beer from a giant cooler. It was more liquid than you ever imagined could cram itself down your throat. You agreed to go to a frat party with him, of course, your sweet himbo boyfriend wanted to give the college partying lifestyle a shot. Liquor rushed to your stomach and your head at full speed, you swallowed your last gulp and hoped to goodness none of it would wind up coming back up. “HOLYYYY SHIT. Babe. You’re a goddamn legend.” As if he wasn’t already so whipped for you. “Yeah? s’all for you, daddy,” you slurred, feeling your knees buckle underneath you. Shion quickly moved to support your frame. “Oh fuck, baby, let’s get you layin’ down somewhere.” He helped you into the house and pulled you into an empty bedroom. “Here’s some water… y/n, you okay? I didn’t mean to come off as a dick-…ahh-” you pulled your boyfriend into a heated kiss on the bed. “I know, you didn’t. s’just beer, baby. I’m okay! I’ve taken more shots than beer I’ve had now before.” You smiled confidently. “…Huh? Wha-? Oh. I think I get it. You’re still drunk as fuck, doll. Wanna go home?” He peered into your eyes and cupped your face sweetly. “Uh-uh, lock the door. Come fuck me.” Shion’s face looked like he saw a ghost, or like his dreams were about to come true, or like a ghost appeared ready to make his dreams come true. “A-are you for real right now?” He asked, his voice wavering. You didn’t respond immediately, instead opting to pull him in to a sultry kiss, licking his tongue with your own, pulling away to bite on his bottom lip. “Oh, I’m for real.” You whispered, a handful of his hair clenched in your fist. Shion moaned breathily and hurried to go lock the bedroom door. 

— — ❤︎ Tachibana Naoto

It was so dark tonight. You could only see two things: a faint red hue from the stoplight flooding into the car, and Naoto’s lap. Going out to dinner, you’d both usually have one drink or so, but this time, you talked your boyfriend into being your DD and got a little sloshed. He didn’t mind, though. He loved your raw confidence when liquor was added to your system. He’d get you back safe and take some shots when he got home, no sweat… right? “Fuuuck, baby, slow down,” he rasped, words mixing with moans catching in his throat. “I-isn’t this kinda dangerous?? We are only 5 minutes awAy-aaHh~” Naoto whined as you freed his cock from his slacks. “Nope. Want it now,” you stated flatly, hardly missing a moment before focusing on swallowing his dick. Your lips glided smoothly down his shaft, nose recklessly smashing into Naoto’s lap, his tip jutting against the back of your throat. You set a rigorous pace, hellbent on milking him and tasting his cum as quickly as you could. The light flicked to green. He moaned pitifully and tried his best to focus on driving, easing his foot off the pedal. He could lose control to you, but he would not under any circumstances lose control of the car. “Y/n, fuck,” he grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled you back roughly. “Slow down. Just a little,” he begged, “…please.” You found Naoto’s feeble attempt to take some control back in this situation to be adorable. You love your boyfriend and you know he can take charge when he means it, but you also know when he’s enjoying being at the mercy of your power. You moaned in response and licked the tip of his cock slowly, stroking the base with your free hand. “Mmh, just wait until I get you home,” Naoto lamented breathlessly.

— — ❤︎ Wakasa Imaushi [rough WARNING]

“Shhhh, shh shh,” Wakasa shushed you softly from underneath your skirt. “Just wanna taste,” he whispered, breath tickling your thighs. Waka had been an absolute menace at the bar all night: kissing your neck, slipping his hands under your skirt, teasing your pussy as you sat on a barstool in a puddle of slick, devouring you with his bedroom eyes as you took another shot together. And to make matters worse, the more he drank, the more bold he became. As if he wasn’t already too much to handle sober. He was so fucking smooth, too, nobody suspected a thing. Waka pretended to be a nonchalant, good boyfriend, helping his wasted babygirl get to the bathroom safely. In reality, he was an animal ready to sink his teeth into you. He made a soaking, shaking mess of you, teasing you to the point of having jelly legs, and lured you to the bathroom so he could continue to torment his prey. “Waka, you’re so cruel,” you whined, tears pricking your eyes. “I don’t want you to tease me, I want you to fuck me, damn it,” you choked, trying to be firm and not to let any frustrated tears slip out. “Come again?” Imaushi pulled away from your legs to look you in the eyes. His stare was beyond intimidating, it was narrow and threatening. You blinked several times. “I said I wanted you to fuck me,” you replied cautiously. “Oh, baby, you should’ve said so sooner if that’s what you wanted.” He cooed, his voice sugary sweet, a little too sweet for your comfort. “But baby, you should be careful what you wish for.” In what seemed to an inebriated you as one swift motion, he stood up, snatched both your wrists in one hand, spun you around and pushed your chest against the bathroom counter. 

— — ❤︎ Sano Shinichiro

“More,” you panted heavily. “’K, hurry up ‘n get this off,” Shinichiro slipped his hand underneath your cropped cardigan, half-yanking the sheer material to the side to plant a hickey on the top of your breast. You hastily untied the top and slipped it off your shoulders to give him a full view of your tits in your tight dress. Your hips circled his lap, desperately grinding against him. The windows of the car began to steam up as your body temperatures rose. The two of you went bar hopping and ended up too drunk to drive home. While you waited for a friend to pick you up, things got more than a little heated in the back seat. “Fuck...” his chest heaved against yours, dexterous hands gliding up your back to unzip your dress. As soon as the zipper was down, Shinichiro’s hands snaked under the bottom of the fabric, giving your ass a firm slap before hooking his fingers under your lace panties and sliding them down your thighs. “Mmh, such a perv, Shin,” you moaned, momentarily shifting to the side to get the lacy garment off one leg. “Yeah? I’m not the one desperate to get fucked-” “Shut up, you want it just as bad,” you rebutted, the both of you drunkenly giggling as you climbed back on top of him, engaging in another slutty kiss. Your hands began to undo his belt as his fingers tugged your dress and bra down to expose your chest. He bit your nipple teasingly, wandering touch disappearing under your dress to grope your thigh and play with your clit. “God, you are wet,” he groaned into your chest, long, slender fingers easily sliding into your warm cunt. “S-Shin-!” you whined, “-can’t get it... off,” you huffed between moans and tugged at his pants helplessly. “Hang on. Busy.” He purred near your ear, lips latching onto your neck while he pressed deeper inside you. 

[slvttyplum]

no, don’t ask! | satoru gojo

the clock ticked like a timed bomb waiting to go off, satoru was in his chair bouncing his leg biting his nails.

he was ready, he was ready to devour you, give you up to the gods and strip you, smell your scent, spread your legs, finger-

“i’m home.”

“babeeee.” satoru says hopping up from his chair and running to the front door, there you were all snuggled up in your coat carrying your bags.

he slid a bag from off your arms beaming at you, your scent entering his nose and waking up his junior downstairs.

you cock your eyebrow at his demeanor but brush it off as satoru being satoru, you put your bag on the floor and close the door.

“i think it’s going to snow, it’s freezing out.” you muffle out, taking off your scarf and shoes.

satoru smirks at you leaning against the wall, his arms folded against his chest.

“i believe so, i’m hoping a certain someone could warm me up.” he says wiggling his eyebrows up and down.

you make an exaggerated gagging sound and strip off your jacket, satoru’s eyes bulging out his head when he sees your figure.

he’s been waiting for this, waiting for you.

you’ve been so busy with work, leaving the house all the time, going on business trips, you haven’t made time for him, but all that’s going to change.

you remove the hat from your head putting it on the coat rack and taking a big stretch.

satoru clears his throat walking closer to you, bringing his hand up and cupping your cheek, you’re warm.

he’s looking at you, his eyes tracing every area of your face, then landing on his favorite part, your lips.

“i’ve been waiting for you. i’ve craved you for weeks.” he whispers out, only loud enough for you to hear it.

you smile at him bringing your hand to his face and gently rubbing your thumb across his cheek, he’s cold.

“no, don’t ask.” you say, walking down the hall into the kitchen, he’s flabbergasted, appalled, shocked.

“you don’t turn me down!” he yells out, stomping after you like a child.

you scoff walking into the kitchen flinging the refrigerator open, your eyes tracing over everything in there.

“and who the hell are you.” you mutter out grabbing the turkey meat pack and stuffing some in your mouth.

“uh your husband, soulmate, companion, need i say more?” he’s pouting and rolling his eyes, his foot tapping the floor repeatedly.

“there’s a reason we haven’t had sex. you’re too rough and don’t know when to stop.” you muffle out in between chews.

his jaw drops and he flails his arms around whining, you weren’t wrong. every-time in bed he would get carried away, not his fault you felt too good.

“but… but you should’ve told you me!” he cries out, walking towards you shaking you back and forth.

“i have you fucking lunatic.” you stuff another piece of meat in your mouth as he continues to shake you.

sex was a given in a relationship but not with you, you easily revoked it, that’s the only way you could get his behavior in order.

“okay okay i’m sorry. i’ll be gentle, i promise.” he whines out putting his hand back on your cheek and caressing it.

you look at him with a deadpan expression chewing the remaining bit of food you had in your mouth.

a promise is a promise, so why not.

you nod your head and close up the meat putting it back in the fridge.

with no warning satoru lifts you up putting you over your shoulder and giving your ass a slap and licks his lips.

“great, cause i’ve been waiting for you all day.” a chuckle erupting from his lips.

you roll your eyes and just lay there, you already know he’s going to forget his promise in a few seconds.

[tokyo-chainsaw-dragon]

Chainsaw Man Denji Headcanon - Thanksgiving Edition (18+ MDNI)

A/N: ᵀʰᶦˢ ᶦˢ ᵐʸ ˢᵉᶜᵒⁿᵈ ʰᵉᵃᵈ ᶜᵃⁿᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᴵ'ᵛᵉ ᵉᵛᵉʳ ʷʳᶦᵗᵗᵉⁿ ᶠᵒʳ ᶜʰᵃᶦⁿˢᵃʷ ᴹᵃⁿ ˢᵒ ᴵ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᴵ ᵈᵒ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᶦˢ [ᵗʰˣ ᵗᵒ @callm3senpaii ᶠᵒʳ ᶦⁿˢᵖᶦʳᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿ] ᴵ ʷᶦˡˡ ʷʳᶦᵗᵉ ᵃⁿᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ⁿᵉˣᵗ ᵐᵒⁿᵗʰ ᶠᵒʳ ᶜʰʳᶦˢᵗᵐᵃˢ ᵗᵒᵒ ˢᵒ ᶦᵗ ʷᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵇᵉ ˡᵉᶠᵗ ᵒᵘᵗ

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 𝟔𝟐𝟎

⚠️warnings: NSFW, Denji x fem!reader, gentle fucking, after-arguement fucking, mentions of pussy eating, oral (p in v), unprotected, etc.

When it comes to Thanksgiving for Denji, he wants to go all out for it. Of course, you'll be the only one cooking since Denji only knows how to make instant ramen in the microwave (That's fucking bad with no experience). But this year was different, since you didn't want to do it and end up having more leftovers fill your refrigerator to the brim, let alone the freezer.

When you told Denji the news on Monday that you weren't going to do anything for Thanksgiving, he fucking nearly went out of his balls.

"Y/N! You know that I fucking love Thanksgiving, but why are you deciding that it's cancelled?!", Denji pleaded, not knowing the reasoning behind it.

"It's because I end up doing all the cooking and the damn refrigerator's too small for a fat-ass turkey! Duh!", you argue, not wanting to do anything about Thanksgiving or even talk anymore about it.

After yelling at him for the past 20 minutes, you storm off into your bedroom and shut the door on Denji since he was following you.

"Y/N?", Denji sounded desperate after the argument you two had, "Are you in there?"

You wanted to answer him, but you were still fucking mad at him, causing you to stay quiet as you lay on your shared bed while you stared at the ceiling in the dark. Shit.

Denji knew something was up with you after just five minutes. He slowly opens the door, not wanting to make you anymore pissed than you already were at him. After he comes in, Denji approaches you like a wolf stalking its prey, very slowly.

"I know that you're still pissed at me about this whole thing of not wanting to do Thanksgiving", Denji's voice was a little quiet, "but there must be something that I can do to make it up to you".

You sigh before sitting up and moving over on the bed so Denji can sit with you. "Fine, c'mere."

Denji follows your order, sitting next to you and waiting silently. You decide to whisper in his ear, telling him that you want to fuck him, and Denji looks at you almost like he's begging for you to put him inside you already and wants to feel your warm pussy.

Denji hurries to get his clothes off, releasing the monster that's been in his pants for the whole day, dying just have it feel your gummy walls and fill you with his cum.

After you get naked, you line up your entrance and get his tip in, letting it sit there for a minute in your pussy before sucking the rest of Denji's dick in, inch by inch.

Denji notices his dick disappearing into your pussy, letting out that same desperate whimper that you make whenever he eats your pussy out and you feel his tongue licking your gummy walls, trying to get every last drop like he's pussy deprived or something.

You manage to get all of his dick into you and Denji starts kissing you, to nearly prevent himself from cumming and wanting to feel your soft lips against his.

After just 10 minutes, you get your legs around Denji and instinctively get his hips closer to yours, feeling like your about to have an orgasm.

"I-I'm gonna... Fuuuuck!", Denji stammers out, also feeling his own orgasm and immediately cumming into you, enjoying the feeling of your warm pussy as his eyes roll to the back of his skull.

You both cum at the same time with you enjoying the feeling of Denji's dick throbbing inside your pussy. He pulls out, with his warm cum dripping out of him and leaking a little from your pussy.

Credit to @callm3senpaii for the inspiration.

[seat-safety-switch]

SO-LAR-FUCKING-POWER. Or, as the appearance-obsessed image consultants want us to refer to it now, "photovoltaic energy." Yeah, okay, nerds. A lot of people have been shit-talking solar in the press, because they're afraid that individuals will set up their own power generation facilities in their backyards, roofs, sheds, community centres, what have you, and start pumping out electricity. That will make the big electricity corporations sad, so they've paid all these handsome people to come on the news and yell about it.

Let me put it this way: if there were a magic machine in the sky that shot out a bunch of candy bars every day, like an absolute shitload of Milky Ways, and you were hungry, would you run out into the backyard with a bucket? Or would you feel bad about it because Bob Milky Way, up there in his hateful Cadbury tower, is no longer able to perpetuate his existing business model?

Personally, I've gone big-league on solar, mostly because the utility company disconnected my house after decades of non-payment. Now, I can't afford the new stuff: even the cheap panels that the proud people of China throw onto AliExpress are too costly for my budget. What I've done instead is dig through the landfill (after hours, of course) for several hundred solar desk calculators.

These calculators are electronic devices that we used to use before smartphones in order to compute numbers. And they ran on the sun, because replacing batteries is annoying. After breaking open the calculators, I looped their solar cells together in series, and eventually built a big enough panel to cover my entire roof.

When I say it like that, it sounds easy, and this is the myth of engineering progress: it was actually a lot of stop-and-go stuff, bumps in the road. Rooftop fires. Wiring fires. I fell off the roof a few times. The cops came by at one point and were idling in front of my house, waiting to see if I'd come outside so they could bust me for stealing all those calculators from the dump. In the end, though, I am now able to charge my phone for free, and even run my coffee maker if it's a particularly sunny day. That coffee is the best-tasting coffee I've ever had, because it tastes like billionaire tears.

And I won't stop there, either. Things are going to improve dramatically at the old Switch Family Solar Array as my bougie neighbours throw out their old panels in order to upgrade to the latest and greatest. Pretty soon they'll be paying me to take them – I have it on good authority that the dump charges you like minimum $20 this weekend. If you flip to the last page in my investor deck, you'll notice that I have projected to be able to run my refrigerator by 2025. You better get in on this shit, or we'll bury you with the coal.

[bad268]

hii, can i request a pedri fic? pedri always sleeps early and reader is a night owl, one night he tries to stay up late with her but hes really tired and miserable (possibly on the verge of tears) and the reader js takes care of him

The Early Bird & The Night Owl (Pedri X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/FCB

Requested: Clearly (may or may not have written this at 2 AM...)

Warnings: sleep meds (1 time)

POV: Third Person (She/her) (No Y/n)

W.C. 1405

Summary: Her schedule is crazy, and Pedri just wants some of her time.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(^Pinterest)

“She’s a student, of course, she was a night owl,” is what Pedri always told himself. However, with his training schedule and games, he had to be up early almost every morning. Most of the time, he was getting up just as she was going to sleep or right around the same time. It’s not like she slept the entire day away. They had late afternoons together and evenings, but Pedri usually was in bed by 9 PM. That’s when she would start her assignments.

It was hard. Working on a master’s degree while working in an overseas company was difficult, and she had to alter her sleep schedule to keep up with her studies and her job.

Pedri understood. No matter how many times he told her to quit her job and that could help her financially until she finished her degree, she always said no. She wanted to work with this company after graduating, so quitting just to reapply in a year or so is not worth it. Plus, it took her almost a year to get the job in the first place! She did not want to give up the progress she already made.

Pedri understood that too! He had to work extremely hard to get his place in FC Barcelona, and he would never discount the effort he’s seen her put in. It was her dream company, and he knew that once she moved up, she would have a better schedule. He selfishly preferred it to semi-align with his own, but he would have to wait and see. That’s the joy of working for an overseas company!

At the end of every quarter, her company gave everyone a weekend off, so she was able to attend Pedri’s match for once. He did not know until she took a melatonin candy right after dinner. 

“What’s that for?” Pedri asked when he saw her grab one of the candies while he was putting the leftovers away. 

“I need to wake up early tomorrow if I’m going to go with you to your match,” she said as if it were obvious as she ate the candy. When Pedri did not respond, she turned to see him frozen in front of the refrigerator. She giggled as she moved to close the refrigerator door and said, “Not expecting that?”

“Not exactly,” He muttered as he wrapped his arms around her waist and hid his face in your neck. “You’re wearing my kit, right?”

“What else would I wear?”

~~

The next day, they woke up bright and early. It was weird for her to be waking up as the sun was coming up, but she knew she would have to pull an all-nighter tonight or tomorrow to get back on her schedule before Monday. That was a problem for the future. She was going to cherish the normal day she could have with Pedri before having to go back to her normal. 

They made it to the stadium just in time for them to start warming up for the match. She stayed down on the sidelines, and to say some of the players were surprised to see her would be an understatement. Gavi was the most excited to see her mainly because he hung out with Pedri the most off the field and by extension, her. 

As soon as Gavi saw her walk in with Pedri, he ran at her full speed and accidentally knocked her over in the process.

“Oi, get off me, Gavi!” She yelled as she pushed him to roll off her chest. “I get it! It’s been a while, but I did not expect to be attacked!”

“I can’t help it! It’s been forever!” Gavi defended himself as he helped her stand back up. “No work for once?”

“Nope,” She said as they caught up with Pedri on the field. He was busy kicking a few practice goals as a warmup, so she found a spot off to the side to stay out of everyone’s way. “I got the weekend off, so I woke up early to watch my guys chase a ball up and down a field for 90 minutes.”

“The best 90 minutes of your weekend, I bet,” He laughed before being called onto the field. 

She stood off to the side for their entire warmup, taking pictures of her boyfriend (as one does) to post later (or keep to herself, she doesn't know yet). She watched Pedri play against Gavi in a couple of practice defenses. One time when he got the ball, he sliced it left and immediately covered his face, laughing as Gavi teased him.

Then it was time for the game.

It seemed like they had more of a reason to win. Maybe it was because they knew she was there, but they would never admit that. They ended up winning the game 3-0, and Pedri scored the first one. They always had a promise that if Pedri scored the first goal of the game, she would buy the first round of drinks. Sure, he was never happy about it being the gentleman he is, but a bet’s a bet. He’ll take a free drink even if it means he’ll give it back to her one way or another. 

They went out to dinner with the rest of the team, and true to her word, she bought the first round. Everyone had more than come around to expecting it sometimes, but only Gavi knew when it actually happened. He was there when they made the bet. 

The boys had practice the next day because they were working towards the World Cup, so they knew they could not stay out too late. Not to mention they are all pretty early birds, so they were clearing out of the bar by 8. 

By the time they got home, she was thriving. She naturally got a boost of energy when the sun went down, and even though she did not sleep in as much as normal, she felt wide awake. Even after Pedri got out of the shower closer to 9:30, she was wide awake. She was blasting through a paper, waiting for Pedri to emerge from the bathroom, and when he did, he collapsed in her lap. 

She moved her laptop to the side and moved her attention to her boyfriend on her lap. She ran her hands through his wet hair before running across his shoulders, scratching her nails down his back.

“Stop,” He whined. “If you don’t, I’ll fall asleep.”

“Maybe that’s the point,” She chuckled lightly.

“No, I never get to see you anymore,” He complained as he flipped over to face up at her. That’s when she noticed the tears that filled his eyes. Suddenly, she felt so selfish for putting her schooling and work before him. “Our schedules clash so much, I feel like I never get to hang out with you.”

“Pedri, why haven’t you told me this before?” She asked concerned. She moved her hands from his shoulder to hold his face in her hands as she wiped some of the fallen tears. “I would have figured something out if it was getting that bad, but you need to tell me. I can’t know if it’s too much if you don’t tell me.”

“It’s selfish to ask you to stop your education and working your dream job,” He sighed as he looked anywhere but her. However, she was still holding his face, so she brought his face to meet hers as she leaned down. “I don’t want to be that unsupportive boyfriend.”

“You are the most supportive boyfriend for going through all of this pain for my happiness,” She replied as she started tearing up a little bit as well. “I will always take a break if it means you feel better. How about I take all of next week off? We can do whatever we want since you don’t have a match. I bet I could bribe Xavi to give you at least a day off from training.”

“I would love that,” he sighed happily as he closed his eyes and leaned deeper into her lap as if a weight was lifted off of him. “I would really love that.”

“Good,” She whispered as she leaned down to kiss his lips. “Now, get up here. I think it’s time we fall asleep together for the second night in a row.”

~~~~~

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[theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction]

Usual Trouble

Characters: Reader x Jason Todd (platonic)

Warnings: Language

Summary: You come back home to a wrecked mansion and an injured Robin.

You pushed the wide, heavy manor doors and wondered why Bruce hadn’t parked his car under the trees like agreed. Then you remembered that the man was off in Metropolis helping Clark and wouldn’t be back for a few days. Tossing the keys onto the hallway table, you smiled - the manor was yours.

Once you had brought in all the groceries, you locked up and then carried the bags to the kitchen. You unloaded the items that needed the cool temperature of the refrigerator but took a tub of the Neapolitan ice-cream. Packing it in another bag, you grabbed two spoons and walked towards Bruce’s study. On the way, you noticed the Ducati laying on its side by the stairs that led to the cellar and fresh set of scratches on its paint and the wall.

Leave it to Jason to stunt his way through the house while you were out running errands. Opening the secret entrance behind the grandfather clock, you made your way down to the Batcave, elevator doors sliding open.

“You know, Bruce asked me to have a chat with you about the Ducati in the house.” You told Jason as you walked. “But I stopped listening when he started listing why.”

You had almost reached the console when you noticed the dark-haired boy leaning against a pillar dressed in his vigilante costume, bloodied, bruised and exhausted. You quickly set the bag down and jogged over to find out what had happened.

“Shit - Jason, what have you done?” You whispered and began the process to assess the damage. He wasn’t supposed to be out in the field unless you or Bruce were informed. The fact that he didn’t listen pissed you off. “What were you thinking?”

Jason chuckled and then winced. “I thought I handled him well.”

You glared at him for a second before pulling a chair for him to sit on. “You’re broken in about four places.” Lifting his hair gently, you shook your head. “And probably concussed. Who did this?”

Averting his eyes to the floor, Jason made his confession. “The Riddler.” But when he saw your eyes widen, he rushed to explain himself. “He almost broke out of Arkham so I shoved his riddling ass back inside. I saved people I should be fucking thanked.”

Sighing, you glanced at the Batcave console. “Wait here.” You instructed and briefly left his side to retrieve the first aid kit. When you returned, you pulled up a second chair and sat opposite him, looking at his injuries again. “Okay, one thing at a time.”

Carefully, you nursed the young Robin back to health and tended to the open wounds. It had gotten awfully quiet for a long time until Jason finally asked the question that was plaguing his mind.

“Are you mad?”

It asked so gently that you wondered if the same hot-headed boy was sitting before you. Shaking your head, you set the tweezers down on the metal tray after extracting the bullet.

“No.”

“Then why did you freak out?” Jason asked defensively.

“Because I worry every time you go out on your own.”

“Why - because you think that I’m weak? That I can’t handle myself out there?” The young boy started to yell and you saw his temper flare up. 

In moments like these, you stayed silent until he simmered down in his own time. It didn’t take long for Jason to realise that his tone was out of line and his muscles relaxed, breathing evening out. He didn’t apologise and you didn’t expect one, letting him steer the conversation elsewhere.

“I heard Bruce yelling at you yesterday.” He resumed softly. “After you mentioned my idea to visit Dick in San Francisco.”

You picked up a cloth bandage and began unwrapping it. “He’s always pissed about something.”

“Why back me up? You know every reason why I shouldn’t go.”

You looked up. Despite being beaten by one of Gotham’s most cruel, Jason’s eyes still shone with something special. Placing a hand on his cheek, you tilted your head and sent him a small smile.

“The way that I see it is, if Robin is always out there defending the city then who’s defending Jason?” You questioned.

You were just speaking your truth when, quite suddenly, the young Robin leaned forward and wrapped his arms around your waist, engulfing you in a hug that only got tighter by the second.

Jason gripped the back of your jacket. “All I do is fuck things up.” He said, voice on the verge of tears.

You hugged him a little bit tighter. “In case you haven’t noticed, I don’t care.”

Masterlist here

[a-sin-to-be-rin]

This Time

Everyone assumes Dick ignores his injuries on purpose. And he supposes that’s fair, because it happens a lot. But it still makes him angry, because damn it, he really didn’t mean to this time.

---

This isn’t the worst thing in the world. It’s dark, his head throbs with every beat of his heart, and something warm and wet trickles up his face. (Up his face?) But Dick has certainly seen worse. He’s been through much worse.

He’s just having trouble thinking of an example with all the pressure in his head.

“-wing, do you read?”

Dick winces, pressing the heel of his palm to his forehead. The comm in his ear crackles like a bowl of rice krispies.

“Nightwing,” Dick responds, squeezing his eyes shut before opening them again. His vision doesn’t change. If anything, it gets darker when he opens his eyes, if that’s even possible.

“Thank god,” the comm sighs. It’s Barbara, almost certainly. “What’s your 9-2?”

Dick takes a moment to think. Or try to, anyway. What is his 9-2? It’s dark. Everything hurts. And for some reason, he’s completely incapable of sitting up or moving his legs.

“Dark,” Dick manages. “Can’t move.”

“Alright,” Barbara says, only the slightest bit of frustration hidden in her tone. “I’ll find your location. Have you heard from Hood?”

“Hood…?”

Should Dick know where Jason is?

“Yes. He was on recon with you when you stopped responding.” She hesitates, and Dick can't be sure if she's flicking switches on her end or if the comm is giving out. “Aaand there was an explosion by the docks forty-five seconds ago. Why didn't I know this?”

“Maybe it was quiet,” Dick suggested. “Less like a dad sneeze and more like a kitten sneeze.”

“You're hysterical,” Barbara replies flatly. “Considering your tracker places you at a North Refrigeration warehouse, I’m betting you got caught in the blast.”

Dick tries to slow his breathing as the world spins around him. “That-” A dry cough makes his ears ring. “That might be it.”

“Health status?”

That's an excellent question that Dick has zero answers to. He hurts, sure, and it's getting harder to breathe, and his brain is about to explode, but… He just doesn't know. It'd be so much easier if he could just see-

“Nightwing,” Barbara presses. “Answer me.”

“Shh.”

“Did you just shush me??”

“Gimme a minute,” Dick grunts, blinking against the sudden flashlight in his face.

“God, do you look like shit.” Jason is smirking, his usual helmet no longer hiding his expression. He’s also upside-down, standing on the ceiling, so there are bigger concerns than a little ribbing.

“Jay, what-?” Dick doesn't even have a second to process things before up is down and his back slams into the ground. His fall is barely controlled, with Jason trying and failing to ease Dick to the ground. His head spins, ears hosting at least three bell choirs.

“Sorry, ‘wing,” Jason hums, though he doesn't look particularly sorry. “Your suit was caught on a shelving unit.”

Dick blinks dizzily, taking in his now-visible surroundings. The ceiling above him isn't actually a ceiling at all. It's a giant shelf, angled just enough to keep a mountain of bricks from crushing the brothers. Dick must have fallen onto one of its four supports and been left dangling.

“-swear to god, Nightwing, if you don’t-!”

“‘m here, O,” Dick mumbles, wishing she could yell at him a bit quieter. “Hood’s here too.” He wrenches the comm from his ear and shoves it at Jason.

Dubiously, Jason takes the comm, wipes it off on his pants (though considering the dust covering both of them, Dick doubts that did anything to make the comm cleaner), and shoves it in his own ear. “This is Hood.” He’s quiet for a moment, and even through the ringing, Dick can hear the way Barbara scolds him.

“My helmet got busted in the explosion,” Jason explains. He pauses and then- “Yeah, it protected me. I’m fine. But Wingding here looks like he fell off a train.”

Dick wants to argue with him, because that's not really fair. He just got blown up. Or… he thinks he got blown up, anyway. He can't remember too much about today’s patrol. (Were they on patrol? He's not even certain of that.)

“No,” Jason continues. “No. We were checking the old North Refrigeration warehouse on Smithon. Penguin’s back to smuggling weapons. Maybe there was a shipment with… I dunno, like a lot of C-4.”

After another pause, Jason nudges Dick’s arm. “Hey, still with me?”

Dick hadn't realized he’d closed his eyes. He opens one, and wow, Jason looks worried. Which is weird, because the helmet usually hides all that. Dick wonders what he’s so scared of.

“Babs sent out the troops. Batman and Robin are on their w-”

Jason never finishes his sentence. Or maybe he does. Dick can't remember. All he knows is that it’s dark again, and everything still hurts. But at the very least, he’s not upside-down this time.

And he’s not alone either.

“Jay,” Dick mumbles, pushing at the arm on his chest. “Jay, get off.”

But Jason doesn't reply.

“Jason,” he says louder, fear creeping into his blood. He feels down Jason’s arm to his shoulder and then to his neck. He fumbles as he blindly searches for Jason’s jaw and presses the skin beneath it.

Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump.

It's a bit slow, but a pulse is a pulse. From there, Dick finds Jason’s nose and feels the heat of his breath.

Heartbeat, check. Breathing, check. Responsiveness… definitely not a check.

Dick tries to sit up and assess the situation, but his left side is trapped under Jason. Instead, he finds Jason’s ears. Neither ear has the comm. It must be on the ground somewhere.

Dick throws his right arm out to the side, feeling around for the missing earpiece. His left arm tingles with jealousy (and maybe lack of blood flow), still pinned to the ground.

Babs sent out the troops, Jason had said. Batman and Robin. Dick isn't sure what their plan is, but he holds out hope that rescue is imminent. All Dick has to do is keep Jason alive until that happens.

Easier said than done.

The weight on Dick’s side feels unmoveable (heavier than Jason should be, even in Red Hood’s body armor). It doesn’t matter how much Dick struggles. He’s well and truly trapped.

With his locus of control shrinking to the size of a grape, Dick tries to find something productive to do. He closes his eyes, trying to listen for outside noises. Passing cars or the airhorn from a barge or a grumpy Batman grunt. But the ringing in his ears is still too loud. All he hears is pain.

Something in Dick’s chest snaps. He can’t be sure if something really broke or if it just sounded that way. Regardless, it feels like someone is crushing his ribcage in a vise. Panic spikes as he realizes that neither of them are going to survive long like this. He tries to ignore the pain, ignore how hard it is to breathe, ignore every alarm bell in his brain. He needs to keep his mind clear if he wants to get out of this.

Dick reaches up to feel Jason’s breath again. It’s still there. Still warm. There’s still time.

Then he throws his arm out again to search for the comm. It's gross and painful, dragging his bare fingers through dirt and shards of glass, but he does find something. It's too big to be the comm though. Feels more like a-

“Please let this work,” Dick begs. With a push of a button, the screen of Jason’s phone miraculously turns on. Reception is horrible, or maybe the SIM card is busted, but the flashlight illuminates the space with little trouble. The area is even smaller than before, with bricks spilling through the gaps in the shelf. Jason is thrown over Dick, rubble crushing his right side. His face is only inches to the left of Dick’s eyes, so it’s difficult to assess his health status. But what Dick can see? Blood. Dick knows that head wounds usually look worse than they are, but he's not so sure about this one.

Dick isn’t nervous. At least not on the outside. He can’t afford to lose it right now. Once the danger is past, once this is all over, then he can freak out. So he really can’t explain the shake in his fingers as he pinches Jason’s shoulder hard.

Jason grunts in what Dick can only assume is annoyance. He bats away Dick’s hand and starts spouting off curse words in the world’s most pathetic mumble.

Dick has never been so happy to be cussed out in his life.

“Hey, Jay,” he greets, hand moving from the shoulder to Jason’s wrist, not-so-subtly checking his heart rate. “Y’okay?”

Jason doesn’t reply right away, trying and failing to shift off of Dick. Every movement sends shockwaves of pain through Dick’s chest. 

“Augh, okay, okay, okay,” Dick wheezes, vision white as he just tries to get Jason to stop. “Relax. It’s okay.”

It’s definitely not okay, but Jason doesn’t seem to know the difference. When he speaks again, his voice is different. Not confused or in pain.

Relieved.

“Bruce?” he rasps.

“I mean, I know we look similar,” Dick replies, instantly defaulting to jokes, “but how long will it take you to tell us apart?”

But Jason isn’t listening, doesn’t understand, or simply doesn’t care. “Bruce, I thought you’d… I didn’t think you’d…” He’s lost for words.

“It’s okay, Little Wing,” Dick soothes, feeling Jason’s neck for a pulse again. (It’s slow. Why is it so slow?) It isn’t worth the hassle of trying to explain who he really is when Jason is so clearly out of it.

(When Jason is so obviously dying. He’s dying-)

“N-no,” Jason fumbles. “No, it’s okay… ‘cuz y’made it. Y’made it this… this time…”

Dread pools in Dick’s stomach, filling his blood with ice. He sweeps the ground for the comm, desperately flicking the flashlight’s beam in every crack and crevice of the rubble surrounding them. “C’mon,” he mutters under his breath. “C’mon, please.”

“Bruce?” Jason’s voice is desolate. Tearful. Even in his frantic search to get help, Dick can hear the terror in his words. “I… I was so scared, Bruce. The… The Joker was… He was…”

“Shit. Shit, shit, shit.” Dick can’t hide his panic anymore. He checks and double checks the phone for reception, holding it as high as he can. The movement makes his ribs shriek in pain, but Dick can’t let that stop him. “Come on.” Why hasn’t help arrived? What’s taking them so long??

And then the rubble above them cracks and moans. The sound is so sudden that - had Dick been able to move - he would have jumped out of his skin. Rocks rain from above, and Dick covers his face to avoid getting dirt in his eyes. And then there’s light so blinding that Dick has to keep his face covered, eyes watering from the sudden appearance of the sky.

“Nightwing?” It’s Bruce’s voice, but Bruce can’t help him right now.

“He needs help,” Dick says instantly, speaking up and out of the rubble at the man who just lifted a whole warehouse with his bare hands. “Head injury. Slow pulse, altered mental status. Get him out of here now.”

Superman doesn’t waste a second. In less than the blink of an eye, Jason and Superman are gone. A ruined warehouse and a small puddle of blood are all that remain of the nightmare. To fill the sudden, aching silence, Bruce reaches down and helps Dick up. Without Jason or the mountain of debris on top of him, it’s laughably easy.

“Nightwing, report.”

Dick sighs heavily. It seems you’re never too old to be ordered around by Bruce. It also seems you’re never too old to obey an order from Bruce. He responds almost immediately, like the knee-jerk reaction that it is.

“Hood and I were investigating a sudden increase in illegal weapons in Gotham. Breadcrumbs led us to Penguin’s old smuggling racket. An explosion went off tonight in a North Refrigeration warehouse while we were inside. A secondary device followed. Lapsed time unknown. Hood was injured in the second blast and was unresponsive for an unknown period, at least ninety seconds. Bradycardic, GCS of… nine or ten. I don’t know.”

Bruce “hn”s. The cowl stares at Dick, though Dick can’t be sure what Bruce is actually looking at. Maybe his eyes are closed. Who’s really to say?

“And you?” Bruce asks carefully.

“Fine. Minor bruising,” Dick replies, barely even processing the question. His mind is almost solely focused on Jason and his delirium. On what exactly Jason was seeing. What he was thinking.

Another “hn.” Bruce uses one gloved hand to carefully turn Dick’s head, checking for unspoken injuries. But, seeing nothing, he nods once. “Check in with Alfred before you turn in tonight.”

“Sir, yessir.”

The cowl stares at him for another long moment.

“What, B?” Dick’s voice is harsher than he intends. Like the frustration and anxiety and fear from the day have possessed his vocal cords.

Bruce’s lips remain in a firm line, but his posture stiffens. “It's bad.” It’s not a question. He knows too, even from that brief glimpse of Jason. It only makes the whole situation worse.

Dick nods. “He’s… It doesn't look good.” But Dick really doesn't want to discuss it, so instead, he walks towards the nearby lot, hoping his bike didn't get caught in the blast.

“Where are you going?” It's Damian, disdain and all. “The Batmobile is the other way.”

But Dick just waves him off. “I’ll take my bike. I need the air.”

Dick can feel the judgment even with his back turned. Can feel their unspoken questions. But neither Batman nor Robin try to stop him, so he keeps going. He doesn't stop or turn around until he's on his motorcycle and speeding off.

Batman had ordered Dick to get checked out in the Cave’s med bay. But Dick didn't become Nightwing by following orders. And besides, there’s too much swimming in his head. He needs some space. So instead of going to the Batcave, Dick finds the nearest safehouse. It isn't untraceable (Barbara just has to check the safehouse access logs to realize where he’s gone), but that's okay. Dick doesn't want to hide. He just wants to be alone.

And a shower. He really needs a shower.

Dick parks his bike in the lot behind the safehouse and climbs the fire escape. This particular safehouse is situated above a crowded, notably grimy dive bar. While someone dressed as a vigilante would probably not be the most surprising event of the night for the bar patrons, Dick still worries. He'd rather climb the building than risk his identity on the first floor.

The safehouse (safe-apartment, maybe, but that doesn't have the same ring to it) is dark and quiet. The ringing of Dick’s ears has ebbed quite a bit, and he welcomes the silence. It's also stocked at all times, though the food is usually canned or packaged and the clothing is almost always ill-fitting. But Dick would like nothing more than to cinch a pair of sweatpants right now.

He isn't lucky enough to find sweatpants, of course. After raiding the bedroom’s dresser, Dick is rewarded with a worn pair of jeans and an unfortunate studded leather jacket from Bruce’s biker phase. (Dick really can't judge; he once tried to pair corduroy and velvet.)

Upon entering the bathroom, Dick is greeted with a horrific sight: his own face in the mirror. Blood has dried and crusted along the side of his head, matting his hair. Dirt coats every inch of him, grime broken by trails of sweat. And he looks, in general, horrible. He knows he hasn't been sleeping enough, but the pallor under the dirt seems extreme.

Bruce, I was so scared. The Joker was-

The ghost of a voice hits him suddenly and without warning. Dick has to swallow back acid. Jason had thought he was Bruce. He’d thought he was still Robin, still dying- 

And only part of his deduction was wrong.

Dick shakes his head, as if physically ridding himself of the thoughts. He can't think about it right now. He can't.

His suit takes effort to peel off. Sweat and grime have practically fused the body armor to his skin. And once it's finally off, Dick kind of wishes he’d never taken it off at all. His whole body - arms, legs, torso - is peppered with dark purple. No wonder he aches. The bruising is the worst across his abdomen, no doubt what he’d landed on during the first explosion, and up his left side, where the rubble (and Jason) fell on him during the second explosion.

No, it's okay. You made it this time, Bruce. You’re here.

Dick steps in the shower. He needs to get this done quickly. The adrenaline is still carrying him through most of the pain, but Dick can feel it fading. He doesn't have much time before it’ll hurt too much to move.

Bruce, I was so scared. I was so scared. I was so scared.

Dick feels lightheaded. Jason had been alone when he died. And now, he’s okay with dying so long as there's someone around to talk to him. It's… Dick hates that he didn't find out until later. Much, much later.

He stays in the shower until his knees start to shake. Then he drags himself out, clinging to the towel rack with a white-knucked grip. It's painful how slowly he towels off and pulls on the salvaged clothing. With no real shirts in sight, Dick has no option but to zip the embarrassing leather jacket up and endure the chafing. It's barely noticeable under the ache in his muscles.

Sufficiently clean and too tired to stand anymore, Dick heads to the couch. It's only after he collapses that he notices the shadowy figure by the window. He jumps up, muscles shrieking, but the figure waves him off, stepping into the light and perching on the edge of the couch cushions.

“Oh,” Dick mumbles, dropping back against the dusty pillows. “Hey, Cass.” It bothers him that he didn't hear her come in. Of anyone to sneak past him, it would be Cass, but even so, it's disconcerting. Maybe he hit his head harder than he realized.

Cass hums in greeting, watching Dick carefully. She's incredible at reading body language - it's her whole MO - but Dick still foolishly hopes that she can't tell what he’s thinking, how he's feeling.

“What’re you doing here?” he asks, though he’s pretty sure he knows the answer.

“You weren't in the Cave,” Cass explains. She continues to watch him, expression unreadable. It's a good way to pressure someone into talking. Dick isn't immune.

“Yeah. I wanted a shower.”

But Cass doesn't nod or hum her assent. Her response is obvious: The Cave has showers.

Much nicer showers, at that. But the Cave also has something the safehouse doesn't:

People.

Or so Dick thought, anyway.

“Look, I’m… I just needed a second alone.”

“It's been a second.”

Dick offers a flat look. Cass doesn't smile, but her face incrementally softens. “Okay, so I needed an hour or whatever. I’ll call him once his patrol’s over.”

“It’s morning. His patrol is over.”

…

What.

“No, Cass, I just… It hasn't been that long,” he insists, because that can't be right. He only got a shower. It couldn't have taken him all night. And yet, the sunrise is clearly visible from the window. Dick can feel the beams of light warm his skin. It's quite obviously daytime.

“It has. Bruce is worried.”

“He’s always worried,” Dick replies absently. He just can't understand how it can possibly be morning. He wracks his brain for explanations. Did he fall asleep? Or maybe he really had hit his head that hard. What has he been doing all night?

“You’re okay?” Cass tips her head, her short locks brushing her shoulders.

“I’m… Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry, I must’ve… fallen asleep. Or something.”

“You look tired.” Cass stands up and rocks on her heels.

“I’m fine,” Dick repeats, standing up after her. Every inch of him burns in pain, but he ignores it. “Is Jason okay? What happened to him?”

“Critical condition.” Her response is blunt and succinct. Cass has never been one to dance around the truth.

Dick feels dizzy. He takes a deep breath. (Ow. Actually, maybe he’ll breathe a little shallower for now.) “He’s still at the Cave, right?” A tiny part of him worries that it’s much worse than that. That Alfred and Leslie have deemed Jason too unstable to keep in the Cave. That a Bat finally requires a real hospital.

Cass nods. “The car is outside.”

That makes Dick raise an eyebrow. “I didn't even know you could drive.”

But Cass ignores him, already heading out the window and down the fire escape, movements graceful and silent. By comparison, Dick’s stiff, aching muscles make his every step just shy of a sonic boom. But Dick can’t bring himself to care. Already, he’s undoing the work of the shower, sweat trickling down his neck and back. (He shouldn’t be sweating this much. Why is he sweating so much?) By the time Dick sees the van, he's just happy to get in. He slams the passenger door behind him and jumps. He hadn't realized there was someone already at the steering wheel.

“They were out of cinnamon, so I had them put ginger in instead,” Stephanie explains, reaching back to hand Cass a coffee cup. Then she looks at Dick, expression frozen somewhere between pity and amusement. “And you get chamomile tea.”

Dick raises an eyebrow. “Not that I’m not grateful-”

“Uh-uh,” Steph interjects, shoving the cup into his hands. “You need to relax. I can see your blood pressure from here, and it's killing the Spoilermobile’s vibe.”

“You can't see a blood pressure, Steph.”

“My van, my rules. You're stressing me out, so drink your tea and be quiet.”

“What’s going on? Did Bruce put you up to this too?” Dick mumbles into the cup. It smells great, but he knows that the second he starts drinking it, he's going to pass out. What he needs is really strong coffee.

“No,” Steph insists. “Bruce put Cass up to this. I just wanted coffee. Now buckle up.”

“Did something happen?” Dick has a belated rush of adrenaline. He’d assumed that Jason was in a similar state to when Dick had last seen him, but what if things had gotten worse? What if Cass and Steph were trying to gently break the bad news to Dick? The news that Jason is dead again-

“What did I just say?” Steph shakes her head, takes a long sip of her coffee, and then continues. “You're stressing me out. Just chill, okay? Jason doesn’t look good, but it’s nothing we haven’t seen before.”

There’s a sad irony to that statement, but Dick doesn’t have the energy to notice it. “Oh.” The brief flood of wired energy disappears from his blood just as quickly as it came. He falls back against the seat (ow) and fumbles for the seatbelt with numb fingers. “Okay.”

Stephanie snorts humorlessly, guiding the bulky van down the narrowing alley. She keeps glancing at Dick from the corner of her eye, but she doesn't say anything. And with Dick too tired to talk and Cass rarely speaking to begin with, it makes for a quiet car ride, even with the blaring horns as Steph speeds down the road.

Despite his clear desire not to and despite the hairpin turns and abrupt, gut-churning brakework, Dick falls asleep after ten minutes. He wakes up with two warm fingers against his throat.

“M’good.” Dick squints blearily, and Cass sits back, a clear frown tugging on her lips.

“You're obviously not,” Steph grumbles. “The hell was that?”

“Fell asleep,” he says, mopping his face with a hand. “You know, it's that thing you do when you close your eyes and stop talking.”

“Yeah, no. That wasn’t sleeping. Normal people usually stop sleeping when they spill hot water on themselves. You didn’t even flinch.”

Dick glances down. His jeans (or… whoever’s jeans these are) are drenched, and Dick can feel a delayed burning sensation, practically imperceptible under the pounding of his head and the aching of his muscles. The coffee cup is on its side on the floor. Absently, Dick realizes that his socks are soaked. He must have dropped the cup when he fell asleep.

And then didn’t wake up. For some reason.

“Look, you can be a pain in the ass about it, and we’ll figure out what the problem is, or you can admit now that something’s up. Your call.”

“I’m fine,” Dick hisses.

“Yeah, guess I should have seen that coming,” Steph muses.

Dick drops his forehead onto his palm, closing his eyes and trying to will away his headache. “Hey, um… sorry. Do you-?” He feels a tap on his shoulder, and he opens his eyes to find Cass holding something out to him.

“Oh. Thanks, Cass.” Dick takes the pills from her, noting the telltale brown of generic painkillers. He doesn't ask how she knew. He just dry swallows the pills (because his tea is on the floor) and leans against the window.

Stephanie chews her lip. Dick can see the war in her mind, fighting to keep from pushing the issue. “What happened back there?” she asks instead. “At the docks?”

Hell if Dick knows. But he forces his eyes open (he’d shut them without noticing again; he needs to stop doing that) and sighs. “Penguin was dealing weapons out of his fridge front again. Jason and I were due to bust a deal tonight - last night, I mean - but someone must have known we were coming. First blast shook us up. Second blast knocked Jason out.”

“Could you wake him up?” The question is hesitant. Steph knows it's a tricky subject, but her curiosity has her in a death grip.

“Yeah,” Dick replies, but he doesn't elaborate. “Superman got there pretty quickly.”

Not quickly enough - Dick can still feel the glass in his fingers, the knot in his stomach as he desperately searched for the comm - but still quick by most standards.

It’s okay, Bruce. You made it in time. You made it this time.

“You coming?”

Dick can’t help but jump. Steph is watching him through the passenger door window, lips pouted and arms crossed. Cass taps the window. How long had they been standing there? And when had they entered the Cave?

“Yeah. Sorry.” Dick fumbles with the seatbelt and pops the door. He slides out with all the grace of a stick figure, body furious that he’s standing again.

Stephanie doesn’t say anything, though Dick can see the question in her eyes:

What is wrong with you?

Cass doesn’t deviate from a neutral gaze, but her hand does dart out to pat him once on the head. She told him once that his hair was soft and felt nice. But Dick is pretty sure she’s doing it more for his benefit than her own.

Rather than explain himself, Dick ducks his head and pushes forward, trying to ignore Steph’s eyes on his back, burning holes through the leather jacket.

“You look ridiculous.”

“Thanks, Dami,” Dick replies, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Where's Jason?” He already knows the answer. He knows that he knows the answer. So why is he asking?

“In the med bay.” Damian shoves his hands in his own pockets. “Pennyworth requested no visitors for the moment.”

Dick isn't sure whether that's a good sign or a bad one. But it doesn't really matter because his ears are ringing again.

It's okay, Bruce. You made it this time.

“Got it,” Dick mumbles. He feels nauseous, but rather than run to the bathroom, Dick goes to the showers. He has a change of clothes in his locker, and he needs to get out of this jacket. He can feel sweat trickle down his neck and back, and paradoxically, he shivers.

Changing is its own challenge. It was difficult to change when Dick had the adrenaline to carry himself through. But now? Hours (apparently) since the explosion?

Moving at all feels like he’s tearing himself apart. It takes him ages to change, and though he's glad he's not wearing the biker look anymore, he's not sure it was worth the pain. He collapses on a bench and rests forwards on his arms, staring at the floor.

Dick isn't sure how long he stays there when a voice breaks him from semi-consciousness.

“Hey, you okay?” Tim is watching him with curious eyes, one hand on Dick’s shoulder.

“Oh. Yeah, yeah, I’m…” Dick sits up immediately, and his vision darkens, sparking with pinpricks of light. He tries not to let it show. “I’m okay.”

Tim looks unconvinced. “Yeah. Okay. Sure. Why don't we go to the med bay?”

“I said, I’m fine,” Dick grits out, but he doesn't move to stand up.

“To see Jason,” Tim clarifies.

“Oh. We can do that?”

“Alfred cleared him for visitors an hour ago.”

Dick is getting a headache from all the random time changes. He isn't sure how long he's been in the shower room, but certainly it hasn't been an hour.

… has it?

“Okay,” is all Dick says. He doesn't have the energy to argue. Unfortunately, he doesn't have the energy to stand up either.

Tim waits ten seconds. Then he gets impatient and moves to pull Dick up. But the pulling on his ribs makes Dick cry out and wrench his arm back, curling it across his chest.

“Knew it,” Tim mutters. But he doesn’t revel in his genius for long. He’s suddenly sitting next to Dick, trying to pry Dick’s arms away from his body.

“C’mon,” Tim groans. “Let me see. What’s wrong?”

Pain ebbing from agony to a dull, dangerous ache, Dick straightens, shaking his head. “Just… Just my ribs.”

Tim doesn’t reply. He doesn’t need to. His doubt is palpable.

“Swear,” Dick promises. “Got crushed in the second blast.”

“And you know you don’t have a concussion or internal bleeding because…?”

“Not puking blood. Didn’t pass out.”

Tim folds his arms, nose scrunching in disdain. “That’s it? Those are your only gauges?”

“I’m fine, Tim.”

“You already admitted to broken ribs. I wouldn’t consider that ‘fine.’”

Dick is running out of strength to argue back. The last thing he wants is to worry Tim, especially with Jason the way he is, but everything is starting to blur. Sweat trails down his back. His stomach is killing him.

“It’s okay,” Dick replies weakly. “I’m-”

Bruce, I was so scared. The Joker was-

“-let Alfred look you over?” Tim is talking over the haunted voice, like it isn’t even there. Like he doesn’t realize the gravity of the words. And of course he wouldn’t realize. He wasn’t there.

You weren’t there either, Dick. You didn’t even try to save me. You were off with the Titans, too busy to save your family.

“-please?”

The Joker tortured me. He beat me until I had more broken bones than not. And you know why?

“Dick, talk to me. You’re scaring me-”

Because I’m.

“-Dick, I swear to god-”

Not.

“-open your eyes-”

You.

“ALFRED!”

He wouldn’t have killed me if I was you. He was just mad that B was expanding the nest. He missed his old game. His old playmates. Me not included.

“-bleeding. Has he been in-”

If you’d stayed, I wouldn’t be dead.

“-should have taken him straight to the Cave-”

Dick is sorry. He’s sorry, he’s sorry, he’s sorry. If he could go back, he would. If it would save Jason’s life, he would. If he even could have known that Jason was in trouble, he would have dropped everything to save him. If only he’d known-

“-can’t believe it… Well, I can believe it, but-”

If you’d stayed, I wouldn’t be dead.

“-in and out all day-”

If you’d stayed, I wouldn’t be dead.

“-lucky he stayed, or I’d be dead.” A dry laugh. “Again.”

“That’s not funny.”

“It’s a little funny.”

“It is not.”

The voices that rouse Dick are familiar in their own ways but sound completely foreign together. One is Bruce, Dick is absolutely certain, but the other is trickier to place. It isn’t Alfred or Tim or Damian. Is it Jason?

Bruce, I was so scared. The Joker was-

Definitely, definitely not his little brother, waiting for a fate written by Dick’s own selfishness. The voice is too gruff. Too knowledgeable.

Silently, Dick listens on, but the pair has stopped speaking. So Dick cracks one eye open, trying to interpret his hazy surroundings.

High ceilings. Harsh artificial light. Starch-white sheets tucked up to his chin. Bruce, pacing, agitated. And a young man, dark hair with a white streak, looking pale, alive, and inexplicably bored.

It takes Dick many seconds more to remember that this is Jason now. Not the broken little bird in red and yellow. Not simply the Boy Wonder. Jason is a man, haunted and bold and tough as hell.

“Jay…?” His voice is shakier than he expected.

“So he does speak,” Jason muses. “You're a dick, you know that?”

Dick raises an eyebrow, half-lidded gaze rife with judgment. “It's… in the name.”

Jason looks like he might punch Dick, but he stays in his chair. He doesn't look great. His eyes are tired, face slightly green. He’s clearly making an effort not to move his head.

“How are you feeling?” Bruce asks, suddenly appearing at Dick’s side.

“I’m…” Dick runs his tongue over his teeth. His mouth feels sandy. “I’m not great, but…” Something is nagging him. He's forgetting something. What is it? What is he forgetting?

It’s okay, Bruce. You made it in time. You made it this time.

Jason is hurt. Jason won't open his eyes. Jason is trapped and thinks he's in that warehouse in Ethiopia-

“Dick?” Bruce's eyebrows lower in concern. “What is it?”

Dick looks over at Jason, who looks pretty concerned himself.

“Are you okay?” Dick asks him.

Jason rolls his eyes but humors him. “Fine. Pretty good concussion, but I’m getting better.”

“What… What happened?”

“You collapsed two days ago,” Bruce replies factually. “Internal bleeding. Broken ribs. Mild concussion.”

“Oh.” Dick feels his face heat up, but he isn't sure why. “Two days ago?”

“Yeah,” Jason cuts in bitterly. “Cuz your dumbass didn't let Alfred look you over. What was it this time? Some martyr act in my honor?”

It wasn't. Or… Dick is pretty sure it wasn't. He felt guilty about Jason, but he'd only wanted to be alone. He wanted to be alone because…

“B, could you step out for a sec?”

Bruce tips his head, lips drawn. But then he nods. “Sure.” He pats Dick’s ankle and leaves the med bay without further complaint.

Now Jason just looks suspicious. “What’s this about?”

“In the explosion, you said some stuff.”

“I don’t remember much. Not after the second blast.”

“You thought I was Bruce,” Dick explains hesitantly. “You thought you were…”

But Jason has little patience for this. “Were what? Dying? I probably was.”

“Yeah, but, I mean, you thought you were… y’know dying. The first time, I mean.” He’s rambling, and he isn’t sure how much sense he’s making.

But Jason’s expression shifts from irritation to stony understanding. “Ethiopia.”

Dick nods, twisting his fingers in the sheets. “You were relieved that Bruce made it. You… you told me that it was okay.”

Jason's lip curls up, the lines around his eyes turning to stone. “I… I don’t remember that.”

“I’m… sorry he wasn’t there the first time. But he… he did show up at the end this time.”

For a long moment, Jason is quiet. He stares at the wall, then considers the ceiling. He presses his knuckles to his lips. Frowns thoughtfully.

But Dick doesn’t like silence. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there. I was… I was selfish. I chose my pride over you and Bruce.”

And that gets a reaction from Jason. He scowls harder, looking Dick in the eyes. “The hell are you on about? You didn’t even know I was there.”

“I should’ve been paying attention.”

“You seriously blame yourself for what happened? Seriously?”

Dick squirms, unsure if the nausea is from the conversation or the pain meds. Maybe both.

“It happened,” Jason says plainly. “End of story. You had nothing to do with it.”

Dick doesn’t believe that, and Jason must know this too. He carefully stands up and approaches the bedside. “I didn’t have anyone in Ethiopia. But I did have someone on Friday. You were there for me. Let’s call it even, huh?”

Broken ribs be damned, Dick does his best to hug his brother. “You’re not alone anymore,” Dick assures him.

Jason sighs, a hot puff of air against Dick’s neck. “I know.”

[sheeluvsme]

Funny 141 + los vaqueros (and others) Headcannons!!

Ghost , soap , gaz , price , Valeria, Alejandro, Rudy , graves , alex , farah ,könig ( I think that’s all…)

no warnings!!!! Just funny shit I think they do LMAOO, contains some reader in here !! Also none of these are in order LOL I just started writing shit down , and not proof read ! BUT ENJOY <33

Soap. Dear lord we love soap but he is a MESSY EATER

You will be sitting 5 feet away from him and your still in the fucking splash zone 😭

He also eats in bed , gets food everywhere, then gets mad he can’t sleep because his bed is riddled with crumbs

Graves dead ass sleeps in a recliner like an old man. I’m so serious.

One time someone walked in on him sleeping leaned back in his office chair and they drew a dick on his face AND FLED.

He didn’t notice till he had a call with shepherd.

Valeria insults Alejandro about his forehead.

Soap dose too and Alejandro beats him

Rudy drinks orange juice with pulp.

Price unironicly says ‘ whoopsie daisy ‘

Alex grabs your waist when he’s scooting by you and is like “ exuse me just gonna scoot on right by you-“

Ghost one time was so tired he tried to drink through his mask. It was FUNNY ASF

you get to sit and watch Alex shameless flirt with farah , and farah is OBLIVIOUS.

König will strap in his groceries in the back seat and when he opens the door to take them out they all fall out and start rolling down the street so all you see is this tall as man chasing after his oranges .

Ugliest. Monopoly. Games. Ever.

Half way through the game if ends up with someone pulling out a gun and shooting the board  game.

Price is like “ fucking hell ! That’s the fith one !”

Farah doesn’t join but is so confused why they continue to play every couple of months if it just involves them fucking destroying the game

Soap literally eats almost anything you dare him too

Used to chew on bottle caps RELIGIOUSLY

ghost tried dip once. He swallowed it.

Price and laswell are goats at candy crush

Price is also super good at math????

Price called gaz son and gaz cried in his room for the rest of the day and didn’t talk to him for a week

Alex won’t stop getting asked if he’s prices son even if they definitely know the answer.

Farah can easily beat up Alex , and sometimes dose

Soap is a chronic “ Eats the last peice of food but leaves the empty package in the refrigerator “ type of guy

Ghost beats him up for eating the last toaster strudel

Alejandro loves putting hot sauce in there ketchup , watches soap slowly die from spice , even worse gives him sprite to wash down the spice.

You want to know who shot the monopoly board? Valeria.

Alejandro and Valeria almost end up in a fist fight over uno. Rudy was scared for his LIFE

Ghost high asf because soap gave him gummies to “ relax” but no one notices because his eyes are always so damn red

Gaz unironicly watches Freinds , like over and over and over

Price says “ oui “ when he eats a croissant

Soap has a “ smell test “ for his clothes when he dosnt feel like doing laundry.

Konig likes to quietly play roblox on long rides

Sometimes he’ll play a scary game and suddenly he just like yells and throws his phone LMAOO

Soap forces price and ghost to play Minecraft

Ghost is just blowing everything up

Soap plays in creative mode bc he’s a whimp and says survival is too hard

Price thinks the loading screen is the game.

Alejandro and soap get so serious when playing Just-dance Alejandro will loose grip of his remote and it will SHMACK soap in the face so HARD

Whenever Alejandro falls over he lays on the ground because Rudy always helps him up but this time he’s with ghost , ghost laughs at him and doesn’t help at all

Alejandro will doxx anyone who is mean to Rudy

Gaz is just confused. All the time.

Gaz sends random cat videos or pictures in the group chat they have

They go to add ghost to the group chat and he pulls out his jankie ass flip phone and everyone stares at him in horror.

Ghost mostly uses his computer but he’s like a grandma with it

Alejandro is a chronic Facebook user.

Soap has TikTok addiction and won’t stop shoving his phone in ghosts face when he sees something remotely funny

One time when gaz was a kid he found a unwrapped tootsie roll and thought it was a butterfly cocoon and put it in a jar and waited MONTHS for it to hatch

Price randomly says swag.

Ghost cried as a kid because he thought cracking open the egg ment it could no longer be a chick and hatch , he had no concept of process he was devastated

Alejandro and everyone looking at graves , grave “ welp , I’m glad he lived up to his name” and everyone just starts LAUGHING

GAZ thinks farah is ABSOLUTELY BAD ASS WITH HER MOTOR CYCLE.

He asks to touch her motorcycle likes it’s a cat “ can I touch it…?”

Alejandro eats unfrosted pop tarts.

Soap has snorted pixie stick dust , and will do it again

Gaz has neices that really like hello kitty so now he has this small hello kitty patch he Carry’s around that they gave him😭

Soap coughs loudly when price smokes anywhere near him , just to be dramatic

Price is sick of his bs

Königs feet always hang off his bed and is genuinely terrified of something grabbing his feet , one time a stray cat taped his foot , he jumped 5 feet in the fucking air SCREAMING

Ghost says “ at least I’m not Scottish “ and soap just says “ well your queens dead” and then the start wrestling in the back of the truck while price is yelling at the threatening not to take them to Wendy’s anymore

PSLKSEJEJW THESE ARE SO FUNNY I WAS GIGGLING WHILE WRITING THIS i HOPE YOU ENJOY :)) I’ll probably do a part 2 if this gets enough likes !

[myobmaya]

maya i am so so sad today, can you pretty please give me something small that will break me then put me together? i love you <3

hi love, I hope you’re okay. Sorry it took me a day for me to get this out. It’s not almost midnight my time so i apologize for any errors I’ll get to them sometime later. I’m tired lol. But i hope everything is okay, my dear. if you need anything lmk babes 🖤

Hold On | Eddie Munson

Eddie learns some devastating news about one of the most important people in his life

TW: Angst. Medical diagnosis, mentions of blood, talks of death, sad Eddie :(

The way he came home quiet with a blank look on his face told you something went wrong today. The big kiss and dramatic welcoming home he normally gave was replaced with a small “hey” followed by him going to the refrigerator for a beer. He didn’t get a chance to grab a bottle before you were right behind him, concern and worry evident in your voice as you asked him what was wrong.

His simple reply of “nothing” quickly turned into a screaming match that resulted in the silence that now consumed the both of you.

Eddie was never one to snap at you for small things. But, everything about him was passionate, arguing with you didn’t fall short. He was already upset and needed time to process what he just learned. Yet, he didn’t know how to properly communicate that to you. So the moment he snapped at you, you snapped right back at him with full defense. After a few remarks were yelled, you walked away with the slam on the bedroom door with tears in your eyes.

He knew he should have gone after you. It wasn’t your fault. But he needed to figure out his emotions before bringing anymore onto you. So, Eddie simply grabbed the beer from the refrigerator, finished it off with a few swings, gave you an hour to yourself then followed to the bedroom.

You were already on your side of the bed. Pajamas on completed with wet cheeks. He looked at you as soon as you glanced up at him opening the door. Neither one of you acknowledging each other verbally. He walked back out to shower, only throwing on a pair of sweatpants before coming back to climb into bed next to you.

You turned to face him, ready to talk about what happened. To see what happened and fix the problem.

He turned to face the wall.

You now stare at his bare back. The tattoos running from his chest to the muscles of his shoulders mock you as you itch to trace them with your fingers. A habit you’ve grown to do after learning his body.

His hands rest under the pillow holding his head. His breathing is heard alerting you that’s he’s not asleep either. The fight is playing on repeat in both of your heads but neither of you know what to say.

He knows he shouldn’t have started a fight. You were only concerned for him. The sniffles he hears from you guilts him, but he doesn’t know how to tell you what caused him to come home so distraught. He didn’t mean to get upset with you when you only came to comfort him.

The conversation he had with Wayne holds heavy in his heart.

The guilt of fighting instead of talking with you about it makes it harder to process.

But he knows he has to make it right with you. The cruel reminder that tomorrow is never promised tells him that every moment counts. He takes a deep breath in through his nose before letting it out.

He breaks the silence with your name.

Your name falls softly from his lips. It’s so quiet that you ask yourself if you really heard him, but when he whispers your it again your suspicious are confirmed.

“Yeah?” You whisper back. He doesn’t move, still laying on his side facing away from you.

Eddie swallows, glad you’re still awake. Grateful you’re acknowledging him after his behavior. He knows what he has to say. He knows he has to tell you why he was so upset.

He sinks his teeth into his bottom lip. “I’m sorry.”

You don’t say anything Not because you have nothing to say, but because you know he’s holding back. The way his confident attitude has been replaced by unsureness tells you that you need to let him work through his head. A few moments pass before he clears his throat.

You stay still as he slowly turns over and rolls onto his back. His clasp together and rest on his tummy. You watch as Eddie closes his eyes. He takes in a deep breath and holds it for a moment before he lets it out. He keeps his eyes on the ceiling. You keep your eyes on him.

“Wayne had me come over after work. Said he finally got sent home after his boss got him coughing up some blood. Said the doctor ran some tests,” Eddie stops himself. You feel like your blood has ran cold and tears spring to your eyes again, this time for the older Munson you’ve grown to love like family.

Guilt plunges through you thinking about how Eddie must have felt hearing that only to come home to an argument. The fear of the unknown he feels with his uncle’s health is quickly sympathized and all traces of anger is melted. The moonlight shining in through the window reflect over his glazed over eyes.

Eddie braces himself for what he’s about to say. If he says it out loud it makes it real. And if it’s real, it’s a reality Eddie isn’t ready to face.

You reach your hand over and hold onto his clasped ones. He doesn’t have to finish his sentence for you to fill in the blanks. The signs have been there. The tears form in the back of your eyes as you know he has the confirmation that’s been on his mind. Since you first found Wayne passed out in his trailer a month ago and Eddie found the blood covered tissues in the bathroom.

Eddie goes to tell you what the diagnosis came back as but instead his biggest fear is spoken out loud.

“I’m going to lose him,” Eddie’s voice breaks.

You instantly sit up, bringing him into you. Arms pull him up and he crashes his head into your neck. He doesn’t fight you or pull away. He breaks down. You wrap your arms around his back and he clings onto you as his tears begin to stain your shirt. You don’t care at all as you hold him. Sobs fall from him and you do your best to keep your own tears at bay.

You needed to be strong for him. He was always strong for you and now it was your turn to be his strength.

A hand runs through his hair as you try your best to soothe him. “He’s going to be okay, Eddie. It’s Wayne. The man has defied life itself. Nothing can stop him,” you don’t know if your words are enough to console him but you believe them as you speak them.

Wayne Munson was one of the strongest men you knew. He would pull through from this. He just had too.

You only hold onto him tighter. Reassuring him that his uncle will be okay even if it would be for a little bit. Eddie pulls back to wipe his eyes but the tears quickly fall back. “I can’t lose him. I’ve lost my parents. I can’t lose him too.” His breathing is starting to become erratic and you know you need to pull him back from the ledge before he goes into a panic attack.

Before he can even talk himself from pulling away from you, you hold his face in between your hands. His cheeks are cold and stain your hands with his tears but you don’t care. The devastation on his face is enough to wish you had the cure for every disease. Anything to take away his pain.

But you don’t have the cure.

You can’t take away the pain he feels about the news of the only parental figure in his life.

So instead you swipe your thumbs under his eyes and kiss him for a moment to break the unregulated breathing pattern. He stares at you with wide eyes.

“I need you to breath in with me, okay?” You take a deep breath in and wait for him to follow you. He lets out a shaky breath and sucks it back in. “Good, now breath out,” you exhale and watch as he does the same.

You have him breath with you a few more times until his breathing is no longer a sign of distress. His eyes never leave yours, complete trust behind them as you nod at him to silently say I’m right here for you. You reposition yourself and throw your legs over his thighs before wrapping your arms around his neck, Eddie instantly wrapping his around your back. He tucks his face back into your neck and tells you that he’s okay now.

Thirty seconds pass before he’s crying again. You only hold him once more.

Neither one of you pull away from each other. Eddie and you stay wrapped up in other until his sobs turn into sniffles and the sniffles turn back into silence. His face stay in between your neck and shoulder where you keep him there. Safe from the world until you no longer can do so.

It’s not until you hear soft snores coming from him when you realize he’s asleep. Carefully, you turn and kiss the side of his temple before attempting to ease him down to the mattress. It’s unsuccessful as he jolts awake, you quickly telling him you only want to lay down. He only nods as you climb off of him and allow him to reposition one last time. Eddie’s eyes are red and his cheeks are blotchy but you only smile at him as he gets on his back. He gently pulls you down next to him.

You lay your head on his chest listening to his heartbeat as his hand traces circles on your back. “I don’t know what I’m going to do without him,” Eddie’s voice is raspy. You continue to listen to the rhythm of his heart.

“He’s strong, Eddie,” you take a deep breath. “But you have to be stronger for him. He’s always been there for you. Now it’s your turn.”

Eddie thinks about your words. He knows you’re right. But, he struggles to accept it. Memories of Wayne always putting him first play in his mind as he continues to mindlessly trace letters and shapes onto your back. The times Wayne would stay up all night worried about a sick Eddie and go to work in the morning. The way he’d offer Eddie homework help even when he was tired from a long shift makes the young Munson smile. Wayne was always so selfless, taking care of a child that wasn’t even his.

You fall asleep listening to Eddie’s heartbeat while he stays up thinking about how he can return the favor to Wayne. If there’s one thing his uncle taught him, it was being there for the ones you loved. Eddie Looks down at your sleeping frame as your words echo in his mind. He nods before kissing the back of your head happy to have you in his life. “Yeah, Wayne is strong. But it’s my turn to be stronger for him.”

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In the morning Eddie is the first to wake up. He carefully gets out of bed, slipping his pillow in between your arms to keep you asleep. His mind is still reeling from the news of yesterday but it only fuels him to shower and get ready. He scribbles a messy note and leaves it on the counter letting you know where he’s off to and locks up the front door before taking off.

It’s a quarter after eight in the morning when he arrives to the trailer park. Wayne’s already up sipping on a fresh cup of black coffee when Eddie knocks on his front door. Wayne opens the door and takes note of the sunglasses hiding Eddie’s puffy eyes.

Eddie gives him a big grin as he stuffs his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket. “What? You thought you were doing this alone?”

Wayne instantly feels a weight on his chest and his eyes furrow together. The thought of having to go through his treatment by himself was something he braced himself for. He didn’t want the pressure of it being on his nephew so it was a last sacrifice he was willing to make. A sacrifice he no longer had to make with Eddie by his side now.

“C’mon old man. I heard music is great for the soul. I have a whole tape you can listen to while you get your treatment.” Eddie pulls out the casket tape tossing it to his uncle. Wayne catches it with a smile on his face. Eddie only smiles back before he throws Wayne a nod. “Now hurry up. I have another mixtape I’m working on for the next session.”

Wayne rolls his eyes with an exaggerated “Alright!” Eddie only laughs knowing his uncle hates being rushed. The two men make their way over to Eddie’s vehicle and get in. Eddie starts the car up and before he pulls out of the driveway, Wayne stops him.

“Thank you, Eddie. You don’t have to do this.”

Eddie gives his uncle a smile reaching over to pat his shoulder. Your words of encouragement play on repeat in his head and he finally starts to believe them.

“You’re strong, Uncle Wayne. We’re going to get through this.”

[mudskip-drabbles]

Rick x reader I plead of you. (I own over 70% of the ao3 tag its a very lonely place here xc)

i gottcha bro👌

“Odi! I'm-" Yelled into the apartment as you pushed open the door, your declaration was forced to go unfinished as the intended receiver of it barreled into you for a hug, knocking free a giddy laugh from your lips. Meeting it with even a fraction of the same enthusiasm was a bit difficult with your hands full of groceries, but it was made up for with a heavy lean of your body and a kiss to his smiling face. 

“Y/N! You have RETURNED!!!” One might think you'd been away for days with how happy your boyfriend sounded, but in reality you'd only been gone a few hours to run some errands. Still, his enthusiasm was nothing but endearing, filling your chest with that warm, fuzzy feeling, knowing no matter how long you were gone, Odi would always be nothing short of ecstatic when you came back to him. 

“I wasn't gone for that long you know.” A tease as you set down the bags onto the kitchen counter. As soon as one bag was set down, Odi had his nose in it, sifting through its contents as if each item was a prize at the bottom of a crackerjack box. “And I'm even back sooner than what I said I'd be.” A boop to his nose as he emptied one bag across the counter (it being the frozen foods, how convenient seeing as those were always put away first!) and moved on to another, even the most mundane of items lighting him up like a never-ending firework.

“But I missed you!” Why would it matter if you were gone five seconds or five hours? He'd miss you all the same!

“Well, miss no longer, for I have returned.” Though with not as much energy, you met his theatrics with a giggle as yet another bag was emptied. (The refrigerated stuff, just as you finished putting away the frozens too, just like every other time you brought groceries home. You wondered for a moment if he'd planned it that way, or if your movements were just that in sync). “That's what happens when the Big Bad Wizard puts a curse on me. I just can't manage to stay away~.” A light hip-bump as you passed by on your way to the fridge, Odi popping up from the bag like a gopher with a silly little grin. 

“Yes! I am the most evil of wizards! And you are my darling concubine! Together-”

“The world will tremble before our bond of friendship.” You finished for him, not even having to look at him to know he'd lit up even brighter than before. 

The next several minutes went by in relative silence, Odi emptying bags, and you putting things away right behind him. It wasn't until the last bag that the usual pattern broke, you bumping into Odi's back where he stood in the middle of the kitchen while examining something so very intently in his hands. 

“Dearest? What is this…cotton candy? It reminds me very much of Giovanni!” Bright pink in color, you could see where the comparison originated. “Is it food?” That was one thing you'd never tire of, the endless curiosity he had whenever stumbling across something new as he adjusted to land life. It had been months, and it felt that every single day he found something to bring to you like a puppy that had found a ball at the park. 

“Yes! Some places call it by other names; fairy floss, candy floss, daddy's beard,” (He didn't understand your giggle at that one, but he loved its happy chime all the same.) “Most of the time, you find it at stuff like carnivals or fairs, but sometimes stores will carry it too.” You'd only gotten it because you had a feeling Odi would find an interest in it, just by its general appearance, the fact that it was candy, and…

“Here, try a piece!” Popping open the container with a crinkle of cellophane and the pop of the lid, Odi could barely contain himself as you pulled a bit of fluff free and plopped it onto a waiting tongue. Sure enough, it only took a matter of seconds for-

“IT IS GONE!!” You couldn't help but giggle as he stuck out his tongue, it moving this way and that as he tried in vain to look down at where the sweet had just been. “What sorcery is this?! Have you gained powers of disappearing?!” Uh oh, better put a stop to that one right here and now, you didn't want another lav-acid incident.

“No, silly, it's sugar! It’s just what happens when you eat it! See?” Taking another piece, you stuck out your own tongue and just barely touch the treat to it when it started to visibly shrink right before Odi's eyes. 

“AMAZING!!” You knew he wasn't’ talking about you, but you couldn't help but blush all the same. “I wish to try again!” A giggle as you passed over the container, Odi forgoing ripping a piece free in lieu of sticking his tongue right into the mass of fluff. “It did it again!!” And of course he had to show you, the container being turned so you could see a slight hole where slowly crystallizing sugar darkened its edges. “MAGIC!!!”

With a fond laugh as he continued to poke his tongue at the treat, you returned to your previous task of putting the groceries away, up until- 

“If I lick Giovanni's hair, will it disappear as well?” Hm…okay, you'd let this one happen, as a treat to yourself. 

“I dunno! You'll just have to test it out next time we see him.” Note to self, make sure you had your phone handy when the time came so you could get that on video…

As a treat. 

[whumpsoda]

Don’t Look

I hate I hate I hate writers block :((

This is so short and it makes me mad but it was frim a few days ago and I just did not know what to add :/

cw: emotional manipulation/abuse (If I write these wrong or leave something out please let me know I’m not very good at writing content warnings)

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“Whumpee, please.” 

He didn’t want to look. He couldn’t look, not any longer. It hurt too much.

Her desperate, raw voice made it difficult to keep his eyes shut. Her pleads, the caress of her fingers, they made it so difficult, and yet his lids stayed zipped shut. 

Looking at the pictures hurt, and she wanted him to look so often. She made him sit down every night, same time after dinner, and just look. It was always the same album, the same carefully taped photographs. 

The same man.

The pictures all featured the same handsome face, the same toothy smile displayed in each one.

That charming smile hadn’t been worn in years, many of those teeth having been kicked out long ago.

The man had voluminous curls, rich and obviously tenderly cared for.

Those locks were now matted, greasy, and permanently unkempt. There were too many bright silver strands to count, spewing from the mess on an exhausted head.

The joyous man wore meticulously ironed clothing, which snuggled to his toned, muscular body.

The once peak figure was now frail and sunken, and was barely ever seen wearing anything but a singular pair of boxers and a battered blanket.

Whumpee couldn’t handle another glimpse of the man. The one from before, the one that was no longer. Caretaker was convinced that it was him, but he didn’t want to believe it. He hadn’t thought of the before in so long, and he had no desire to start now. 

With whumper, he didn’t need to remember. Whumpee hadn’t remembered, he had given up the memories so long ago. It was easier to live without them, easier to be good. Whumper had made sure of that.

Now, he was encouraged to remember. Caretaker wanted him to think, no matter how much he refused. She insisted. 

It made Whumpee angry. 

She didn’t understand. Whumpee wasn’t meant to think, and he definitely wasn’t meant to remember. He was too stupid for that, his brains were too jumbled for any of his thoughts to make any sense. Whumper had said so, far too many times for Whumpee to count on two hands.

But Caretaker forced him to, forever ignoring his pleas. She forced him to look at the stupid pictures, she forced him to sit and stare until every night blended into a mess of sobs and yells. It hurt, and he wanted escape, he wanted home.

Whumper’s home.

“Whumpee. I said, please.”

The once gentle rubs on his shoulder twisted into a tight grasp. Her firm hand was gripping, her nails coming ever so close to piercing his skin. Like every other aspect of his new life, it hurt.

A slight whimper escaped his lips, and his arms snuggled impossibly tighter to the blanket suffocating his delicate body. He could open his eyes, it could be so easy, no more fighting. He could tell her what she wanted, and it would be over. 

But the fear was too overwhelming. He could only sit in place, his brain too full and his mouth much to dry.

A moment passed, enveloped in only the buzz of the ancient refrigerator mere feet from them. There was no crying, there was no shouting, and there were no broken objects.

Not yet.

The screech of her chair sent a strike of pain through his ears, making Whumpee tense. He could sense her towering over him, a feeling he was far too familiar with.

“I wouldn’t have rescued you if I knew you’d be broken. I hope you know that.”