#and yeah it was awful. then i went home tonight and fell asleep and you know the rest

[mrsmarlasinger]

Falling asleep with hypoglycemia and waking up an hour later with Hypoglycemia But Worse because you didn't eat to fix it feels like waking up on the peak of a too-strong edible you took right before bed

[wordsmithwhumpsandfluff]

a really pukey, burpy, feverish aiden w oliver and issac as caretakers?

This one took forever😭

!TW! emeto

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“Too fucking early,” Aiden grumbled at the sound of some Tears For Fears song Spirit helped him set as his ringtone. Lying on his stomach, face smushed against his pillow, he began reaching out blindly to his ringing phone. He grabbed it and tuned his head, having to squint hard since he wasn��t wearing his glasses and the screen was bright. ‘Dad ;)’ was the name displayed on the screen.

He yawned as he answered the call and put it on speaker. “Hey, pops. Whassup?”

“Are you still sleeping, son??” his dad asked, waaaaay too loud and energetic. Aiden winced and turned the volume down a bit.

“Mm-hmmm,” he hummed in response. “So what? It’s so early.”

“It’s past noon,” his dad told him. “Are you okay?”

Aiden groaned. “It is not past noon, dad. It’s. . .” he squinted harder at the corner of his screen trying to read the tiny numbers. When the fuzziness cleared up a bit, his eyes widened. “Shit, it’s 12:57?!” The surprise startled him so much that he tangled up in his blankets and lost his balance as he tried to sit up, only to yelp as he tumbled off the side of his bed. “Fuuuuck,” he groaned, earning a hearty laugh from his dad’s end of the call.

“I’ll let ya go, Aiden,” his dad said. “Don’t go back to sleep, please. And your mom wants you to come over tonight for dinner. Could ya? I know the drive is a pain, but we miss you, kid.”

Aiden used his bed to pull himself up and said, “Yeah yeah, sure. I’ll come, dad. Bye now.”

“Bye, Aiden. Love you.”

”Love you, too.” He ended the call and let out a heavy sigh. He grimaced now that he was awake and aware of the unhappy grumbling in his belly. He’d made the mistake enough times to know exactly what the issue was.

The day before, he’d been too tired from a full day of working out—trying some boxing and fighting classes that Spirit had recommended to him—that he fell asleep as soon as he got home and woke up exhausted and sore and starving. He didn’t give a shit about where he ate dinner. A Ci-Ci’s Pizza was where he found himself eating dinner at nine at night. He must’ve scarfed four slices of pizza, a basket of boneless wings, four of those powdered-sugar-covered brownies, and re-filled his cup 3 times with Pepsi.

He hated eating that unhealthy. Not because he didn’t enjoy the taste, but because of the gross feeling and awful aftermath.

Cramping and hugging his churning gut, Aiden made his way to his bathroom to sit on the toilet. It took at least twenty minutes before he felt empty and a bit lightheaded.

He flushed and immediately got in the shower, using warm water to was the sticky feeling of sweat away. He kept pressing a hand to his stomach and massaging, bringing up belches that did little to ease the tightness in his gut.

He got out of the shower, got dressed into some sweatpants and a loose hoodie, put on his glasses, and slowly made his way to his kitchen to search for Pepto or Tums or something.

He had nothing. No medicine besides cough drops.

He was thankful that there was a grocery store not to far from his apartment. He lazily slipped on some crocs and grabbed his keys and left his place.

It took everything in him to stay focused on the road instead of his stomach. He just wanted to take some medicine, and then go back to sleep.

He parked close to the front of the store and muffled a burp against his fist as he got out. Still, he felt awful. He was eating lettuce and water for the rest of the week, he told himself.

The store was surprisingly empty, which he was glad about because that meant there’d be basically no lines at the checkout area.

Aiden went to the medicine area of the store and began scanning the shelves for Pepto. He got it in tablet and liquid form. Now, all he had to do was get back home, take the nasty medicine, flop on his bed (or the couch cuz it’s closer), and go back to sleep.

He planted a hand on his stomach, biting the inside of his cheek. Maybe he’d visit the grocery store’s bathroom first.

“Aiden? Hey, man.”

The familiar voice snapped Aiden out of his own mind, and he turned his head enough to see Isaac coming down the aisle.

“Hey,” Aiden said, smiling and trying hard not to sound exhausted.

He must have failed because Isaac’s own smile faltered ever so slightly. The blonde noticed the medicine in his hands. “Are you sick?” he asked.

Aiden shrugged. “It’s just a stomachache,” he assured the blonde, lying. Then he couldn’t help but ask, “How’s Spirit?”

“She’s doing great. We’re just picking up some Tylenol and other things for her.”

Aiden raised a brow. “We?”

Isaac seemed like he was about to answer when someone else who wasn’t in the aisle suddenly yelled, “Would Spirit kill us if we brought cucumber Gatorade instead of the lemon-lime one?”

Isaac chuckled, yelling back, “She might kill me. You’re safe, even if it’s your fault.”

“Not my fault. It’s the store’s fault because it’s all they had.” A skinny and short black-haired boy entered the aisle, carrying an armful of cucumber Gatorade bottles. He was reading a small list as he came down the aisle. “Did you find the Tylenol? Because we just need chips, and that’s it. Unless we add something to this list ourselves.” He looked up then, and jumped slightly as he realized Aiden was also there, dropping one of the bottles.

Isaac couldn’t help but chuckle at the guy, and Aiden waved slightly.

“S-sorry,” the black-haired guy said, clearly embarrassed by his own jerkiness.

Isaac managed to stop laughing, but he was still smiling as he picked up the bottle and handed it back to the guy. “Olive, this is Aiden.”

Oliver smiled at him a bit, seeming a little shy. “Hi. I’m Oliver.”

“Nice to meet you.” Aiden put two and two together. “You must be friends with Spirit, too.”

Oliver seemed surprised by the observation. When he looked at Isaac with confusion, the blonde shrugged and stated, “He’s Spirit’s secret ‘friend’.” The way he said friend made Oliver’s eyes widen after a beat.

He looked at Aiden, and then back at Isaac. “Spirit’s dating someone??!!?” he exclaimed. “And you knew???!!!!”

“Well, we’re not ‘dating’ dating,” Aiden said, quite amused by the situation.

Oliver looked at him, still completely flabbergasted. “What does that mean?”

“Well. . . I guess. . .”

“They’re going out, but they’re not ‘official’ yet,” Isaac explained.

That explanation seemed to clear up some of Oliver’s confusion, but he still seemed shocked.

Oliver asked a question, but at that moment Aiden felt his stomach cramp and the felling made him dizzy, causing him to sway a bit. He steadied himself quickly, asking, “Sorry, can you repeat that?”

“I was wondering how long you’ve known Spirit,” Oliver repeated, now studying Aiden’s body language with his eyes. Isaac was doing the same, his smile slightly faltering.

“Oh.” Aiden wanted to get out of there. “Since before summer.” Scratch that. He needed to get out of there.

“Hey, are you sure you’re okay?” Isaac asked, noticing the way Aiden’s throat was bobbing.

Aiden nodded, but didn’t dare to open his mouth again. He felt his throat tickle.

That was the moment when Oliver also noticed the Pepto he was holding. “Are you gonna throw up?” he asked, seeming genuinely concerned and worried despite having just met him.

Aiden shook his head, jaw tense and willing his stomach to get into check. He brought a fist to his mouth, turning his head away from Isaac and Oliver as he let out a long burp muffled by his fist. He could faintly taste soda at the back of his throat.

His face burned as he lowered his fist, his embarrassment not exactly helping the feeling in his stomach. “Sorry about that. That was gross,” he mumbled, scratching the back of his neck. The store felt colder, somehow. Aiden wondered if this was more than just his stomach being upset over his dinner.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it,” Isaac said, seeming more concerned. “You sure you’re okay? You just went, like, three shades whiter.”

Aiden waved off his concern, shaking his head again, but this time doing so just made his head spin and had black spots appearing in his vision. He felt himself teeter to the side and braced himself against the shelves of medicine, knocking a few bottles and boxes over. Something was wrong.

“Shit,” Isaac cursed, stepping forward and grabbing Aiden’s shoulder. “So, clearly you’re not okay,” he assessed. The blonde’s hand found its way to his nape, and Isaac grimaced at the heat there. “You’re burning up.”

Aiden opened his mouth to say he was fine, but his stomach jolted and he doubled over. All that came out was another sickly burp, but that was warning enough for him to shut his mouth.

Isaac cursed again and started rummaging through his pocket with his free hand and pulled out a wallet. “Olive, c’mere.” Oliver walked over, and Isaac stuck his wallet in the guy’s pocket. He then grabbed a bottle of Tylenol that was right there on the shelf and handed that to Oliver, too. Then he took the Pepto from Aiden as well.

“Hey, what—?” Aiden started, but Isaac just told Oliver, “Go pay for the stuff. I’m gonna get him outside.”

Aiden felt his face burn, and he shook his head. “You don’t have to pay for—”

“It’s fine,” Isaac assured him. “You’re burning up, dude. Really, it’s no problem.” Isaac helped him stand up straight and kept an arm on his shoulder as they made their way to the front of the store.

By the time they got outside, Aiden felt like his head was dethatched from the rest of his body and he was fighting back another belch. Or maybe it was actual puke this time.

At the sidewalk, Aiden stopped and doubled over, letting the floodgates open and projectile vomiting onto the curb while Isaac kept a steadying hand on his shoulder.

Another large burp came up, followed by more puke. Aiden groaned as spit dangled from his lip. He spat onto the mess, but didn’t stand back up straight. He wasn’t done.

“This is a nasty bug,” Isaac sighed.

Aiden didn’t look up at him as he said, “Thanks for helping.”

Isaac squeezed his shoulder a bit. “You don’t need to thank me. I’m doing this for my own benefit as much as yours. Spirit would probably kill me if she ever found out I just left you to basically die.”

Aiden chuckled. “Mmm’not dying.”

Isaac shrugged. “Considering what I’m looking at right now, agree to disagree.”

Aiden couldn’t help but smirk a bit, but that small smile fell away as his stomach revolted again and another heavy stream of vomit came up, splattering on concrete and the tips of his shoes. Aiden was left breathless afterwards, panting and squeezing his eyes shut as his head spun.

And how the hell had it suddenly gotten colder?!

Aiden had no idea how long he was bent over and heaving, but before long, he heard Oliver’s voice again.

He was too dizzy to listen as Isaac and Oliver exchanged a few words. Aiden heard the jingling of keys, and then Isaac asked him something.

“Hmm?”

“I said, can you give me your keys?” The blonde repeated. “There’s no way you can drive like this.”

Aiden knew he was right, so he reached into his hoodie pocket and handed the keys to Isaac, finally standing up straight but keeping an arm around his gut. He looked at Oliver and put on a queasy grin. “This isn’t exactly how I imagined I’d meet another one of Spirit’s friends.”

Oliver chuckled at that, reaching into one of the bags he was holding and taking out the Pepto. “I’m just glad that I know that Sprit’s dating-not-dating someone,” Oliver shrugged, handing the medicine to Aiden. “I’m gonna bring her this stuff. I’m glad we met.”

Aiden laughed a little as he took the medicine and put it in his pocket. “Tell her I said hi.”

“Will do,” Oliver said before looking at Isaac. “Just text me your location when you want me to pick you up.”

Isaac nodded, and Oliver walked away.

“Okay, let’s get you home, big guy,” Isaac said, patting Aiden’s back.

Aiden raised a brow. “Big guy?”

“Are you gonna say I’m wrong? You’re, like, ten feet tall.”

Aiden let out a little snort. “I’m only 6’4’’,” he said.

Isaac scoffed. “Only?! You’re a giant. I rest my case, big guy.”

When they found Aiden’s car, Isaac seemed genuinely surprised by the sky-blue BMW. “I honestly pegged you for a pickup-truck or Wrangler kind of guy,” Isaac said as he got into the driver seat.

Aiden chuckled, reaching for his glove compartment and pulling out some grocery bags, causing Isaac to raise a brow at him while pulling out. “You get carsick?”

“No. I’m just still queasy,” Aiden answered, reclining his seat and closing his eyes. “My address is the first one saved in my car’s GPS.

Isaac touched the car screen, and Aiden took deep breaths to push down the nausea.

By the time the car came to a stop at his building, he could feel another bout of sick rising up his throat, and he threw open the car door to puke onto the ground.

“Damn, I’m sorry you’re feeling so crappy,” Isaac said sympathetically, holding Aiden by the shoulder to keep him from falling out.

Aiden gagged a few more times, bringing up little painful burps that made him flush with embarrassment. Then he sat up, undoing his seatbelt. “I’m empty,” he stated.

“Good,” Isaac sighed, sounding relieved.

“Thanks for the help,” Aiden said to Isaac gratefully.

The blonde nodded, getting out of the car with Aiden. “Which floor?”

“The second.”

They made their way up to Aiden’s apartment. Since Isaac still had Aiden’s keys, he unlocked the door so they could both go in.

Aiden grabbed a water bottle from his fridge and went straight to his couch, too exhausted to go all the way to his bedroom. He took the Pepto out of his pocket and started pouring some of the liquid into the cap while Isaac left his keys on the counter before making his way over.

“You gonna be okay if I leave?” Isaac asked. “You’re not gonna die?”

Aiden chuckled before downing the shot of medicine, grimacing at the taste and washing it down with the water. “I’ll be fine,” he assured the blonde. “I just need to sleep this off.”

Isaac nodded. “Okay. I found a marker on your counter and I wrote my number on a napkin, so just text me or something if you need anything. Okay?”

Aiden smiled and nodded. “Okay. Thanks, man.”

Just then, Isaac’s phone chimed in his pocket and he pulled it out. “Oliver’s outside,” he said. “You live surprisingly close to me, so don’t hesitate to call if you need anything.”

“I will,” Aiden assured him. “Thanks. And I’ll pay you back for—”

“No, you won’t,” Isaac stated. Then he smiled softer. “Consider it a thanks for being someone Spirit feels comfortable and relaxed with. It’s a bigger deal than you think it is.”

Aiden felt his smile fade a bit, wondering what Isaac meant by that.

“Get better and don’t die!” The blonde said as he left.

Exhausted, Aiden laid on his side on the couch, fishing his phone out of his pocket and texting his parents that he wasn’t feeling well and would come to dinner tomorrow.

As soon as he pressed send, another text came in. . . from Spirit. Two more followed.

He opened her messages and laughed.

Spirit🔥: So, I heard you met Oliver. First things first, he told me that ur sick and Isaac had to take you home??? Are you okay??

Spirit🔥: Second, Isaac is grounded for letting Oliver get me f-ing cucumber Gatorade.🤮🥒.

Spirit🔥: Third, call me if you’re up to it. I hope you feel better.

Aiden smiled at her messages, sending back a quick, ‘I’ll feel better after I take a nap. We can call later, I promise.’

He was almost about to also type ‘I love you’, but he stopped himself. He knew neither he nor Spirit were ready for that just yet.

Instead, he just texted, ‘Can’t wait to chat after my hibernation’ and put his phone away so he could go back to sleep.

[im-a-marion3tt3]

To Much

Phantom needs a break. Tw for unintentionally sh. This is kinda shitty but I needed to write something.

Tour was hard on everyone, all the ghouls and papa eventually only looked forward to going home. This was especially the case for Phantom. The stage lights had stopped being awe-inducing and now only gave him a migraine and stress. His fingers felt far more brittle as he played his guitar; the ache never seemed to leave anymore.

The end of the performance came sooner than he realized, mainly because he had zoned out after the second song, thinking about when he would finally get to go to bed. Even as he bows and heads off stage, his mind isn't fully there, finding it easier to cope with his exhaustion in this state of mind. That is until he gets confronted.

"Phantom, what the hell were you doing tonight?" Dewdrop snapped after they had changed out of their show clothes. He looked tired and pissed off, his hair looking much more messy than normal. They all were too tired at this point, a long nap and going home were over due.

"I played, what the fuck are you talking about?" Phantom muttered back, rolling his eyes as he ran a hand through his hair. He did have the energy for a fight right now but if that's what Dew wanted, he give him one.

"Yeah, you played but you sure as hell didn't perform! You're not some baby and more, you have to fucking pull your weight now. Jesus, why did Aether have to fucking leave, this is ridiculous!"

"Then get him back and I'll fucking leave! So sorry your Highness that my best isn't good enough anymore!" Phantom spat out before storming out of the venue before anyone could even try and stop him. He blended in with the shadows as soon as he hit the streets, making sure his demon form was concealed.

And just like that, he was gone. Having followed the sidewalk to a brightly lit up building. It smelled bad in his head but it would do for now. Here, he could nap unbothered. Phantom curled up behind a dumpster and quickly fell asleep, cold and uncomfortable but happy to finally get the sleep he so desperately craved. Dew's words rang in his ears, maybe it would be better if he was gone, then they could get Aether back.

Copia took longer getting ready to leave, having more to do and had to make sure the clergy knew of what went wrong during the performance. By the time he finally was ready to leave and met up with his ghouls, he noticed there was a stiff and uncomfortable whispering. Copia didn't know what happened but didn't really care, they were always up to something. Except, he started to get a little more nervous when he took a head count and found them to be one short. Phantom.

Shortly after, a screaming match started, fingers being pointed all while Copia looked on, a heart broken look on his face. He loved all of his ghouls and to hear the one away made him feel like a failure and question why he had ever been put in charge.

It was Mountain who realized Copia's facial expression. He hadn't joined in the fight either, being far to concerned that there was a little ghoul wandering the cold city streets alone. Carefully, he pulled Copia into a hug, holding him close to his chest.

"Just shut up!" Mountain eventually barked, a glare resting on his face as at the other ghouls with a frustrated expression, his horns sticking through his glamour as thorns started to grow off of them. He proceeded to yell at the group at how it was everyone's fault for letting him leave, for making him feel unwanted and for hurting papa in such a way. He had trusted them and they broke that trust. Thinking on his feet, he quickly paired them up and sent them out, figuring such a younger ghoul couldn't have gotten far. Mountain left Dew behind with Copia though, feeling as though Phantom might not want to see him.

It was Aurora who found him, curled up and still crying softly, a piece of glass in his hand and a small puddle of blood on the pavement. She noted that the blood came from his palm, he had most likely crushed something made of glass.

"Phantom! Oh for Hell's sake we've been worried sick," she muttered kneel down next to him and carefully grabbing his wrist to look at this hand. Phantom was not having it though, he snapped his hand out of hers.

"Jus g-go away," he stuttered out, something he only did when feeling big emotions. It made Aurora frown though, unsure of how to actually help him. So, she simply picked him up and tossed his over her shoulder, uncaring of his fighting. She was stronger than him by far and she was scared for it.

Phantom fought the entire way back to the building, noticing that their bus had already pulled up. Great, now everyone would be mad at him, he thought, a fresh wave of tears coming. It was a great surprise to him that instead of getting yelled at he felt arms yank him from Aurora and hug him tightly. It was papa.

"You simply cannot run off like that. You are but a kit still and had us all worried sick," Copia said in his thickly accidented voice as he held Phantom close. Phantom just held him back, crying softly into his shoulder, uncaring of the blood that got onto Copia. He just wanted to feel loved and needed right now.

"I know sometimes we say too much and feel too much but we all love you," Mountain said softly, having come in recently though stayed silent. He knew the other ghoul needed to feel loved and no one but Copia could heal the wounds from Dewdrops words.

[heeheesang]

practice makes perfect? not really

slow dance ☆°`~

"class dismissed!" professor lim yelled loudly as the school bell rang. the girl next to me, yuri, immediately got up with her little minions and her minions gathered around her, making her look presentable.

"move, bitches! i need to talk to him!" yuri yelled and everyone made way for her, including me because i wanted to see how heeseung was going to react.

as soon as she got to him, i waited at the door for a while, squatting and listening to their conversation.

"heeseung... the famous year two, basketball captain and main dancer. i'm oh yuri, famous year one, not really into sports but i'm into you." oh god i wanted to gag.

"yeah... i'm heeseung. i'm actually waiting for my girlfriend, so if you don't mind—"

"who's your girlfriend? is she prettier than me?"

"she actually is, she's your seat partener." oh no. did heeseung want hell to break loose on me?!

"you mean... you mean kang kyojin? the lame kid? the loser?"

"hey! you're in no position to call her a loser, take a look at your makeup before saying anything. you don't suit red lipstick, you definitely should touch up on your eyeliner and fix that fake mole of yours."

oh wow, well played lee heeseung. but how am i ever gonna face yuri ever again?! once she left, i stood up in front of heeseung and shocked him. he rubbed the back of his neck while i stared at him, punching his arm playfully.

"really?! girlfriend?! couldn't say your contact or future?"

"you wanna be my girlfriend?"

i left him there and ran off to the dance room, tripping a lot on the way there but i balanced myself quickly and ran away from him, hiding behind changmin once i arrived.

"go away!" i yelled from behind changmin, using him as my shield while heeseung tried to tackle me.

"why me, god." changmin whined.

soon enough, heeseung gave up and placed his bag down. or so i thought, as soon as i got off changmin because he went to buy a drink, he ran to me and started tickling my sides, resulting in us laying down on the floor next to each other. my body was facing him because i still had my bag on and he was laying down on his back.

"i feel like we're gonna get really close, kyojin."

"me too, lee."

going over the dance again was like torture being repeated several times on spotify. i was losing it, literally. it's like the sixth time going through the dance and my legs were collapsing, thank god for heeseung being atrong enough to pick me up each time i slipped.

"are you really okay kyo? we could rest if you want to?" heeseung asked as soon as the dance was finished, sitting me down on the floor and miss jang came along.

"good work both of you. remember, this is really tiring but it'll be worth it for next next weeks competition okay! you can do this, fighting!" i gave a small smile before my eyes slowly closed and the next thing i knew, i had a dream about running on melted ice cream.

"kyojin~ kyo~ earth to kyo~"

i opened my eyes in a familiar bright environment, "break was over an hour ago, it's time to get home, c'mon." heeseung joked, packing my items and his items.

the dance room.was completely left empty, it was just heeseung and i. i quickly got up and stretched a little, "could we do the dance one last time? it's okay if you—"

"let's do it." he put his items down and i recorded the whole dance, trying to get a grip of how i was at the moment with the dance and how i could improve in the next two weeks.

"thank you, hee." i yawned as we left the room and got to the bus stop.

"it's no problem really. what time did you sleep last night?"

"around one am, i was really, trying to improve in my biology..."

"kyojin... you could've asked me you know. you should really sleep early tonight, get all the rest you need. you don't even have to text me if you're home already, just get your rest."

i nodded and we soon boarded the bus together, eventually i fell asleep again.

a/n : aw heekyo!

seven | nine

chapters

[casspurrjoybell-20]

FOOLS IN LOVE - Chapter 22 - Part 1 BOOK THREE: 'Fools Fall in Love' Trilogy

*Warning - Adult Content*

Noah Wright

"Hmm, I like this Noah, what happened?" Wesley asked against my mouth.

My hand moved to his belt buckle, undoing the latch, his body pressed up against the prep table.

"I was told to move on," was my response which got a hand on my chest and I was being nudged back.

"What does that mean?" Wesley asked, not defensively, more with an interested tone.

I sighed, not wanting to get into it.

"I told Sam how I felt and he didn't feel the same."

I shrugged.

"Moving on."

I leant back in to kiss him and again, a hand went to my chest.

"Fuck," I muttered because I just wanted to release some pent up emotions and fucking Wesley was going to help with that.

"So now you can kiss me? Because Sam doesn't want you?" he questioned jokingly but it actually pissed me off.

"Fuck you," I grabbed my keys and wallet, ready to walk out.

"Wait, hey. I'm sorry I was just laughing because your logic in not kissing me was kinda fucked, I didn't get it but whatever. I can still be your rebound," he told me, tugging on my dress shirt until I was back to standing in front of him.

His hand slid down to my crotch.

"Plus, grumpy Noah's the best fuck."

I rolled my eyes,

"Fuck you."

"Yeah, I heard that already," his hand slipped in my pants and he rubbed my growing erection.

"So why don't you follow through?" he spoke with devious, daring eyes.

I grabbed his arm and pulled his hand out from my pants,.

"Then turn around," I told him and Wesley grinned before following orders.

**********

"Work ran late?" Ciera asked me when I walked in the door past midnight.

I knew she knew what I had been up to.

I looked at her on the couch with Kaitlyn.

They were watching 'Midsummer'.

"Your bedtime run late?" I questioned, tossing my wallet and keys onto the small rectangle table that sat beside the door and kicked off my shoes.

"Come join us," Kaitlyn offered, patting the spot next to her.

"I'm not in the mood for this fucked up movie," I said glumly.

"Aw, Wesley wasn't good tonight?" Ciera mocked a pouty face.

I flipped her off.

"Fuck off," and I left them to go into my bedroom.

I exhaled a breath, thankful to be home and started tearing my clothes off.

Down to my briefs, I grabbed myself a towel and headed into the bathroom to shower.

As soon as I went to close the door, Ciera stepped in.

"Hey, What the fuck?" I asked.

She shut the door and gave me a smile like I've never seen before.

I gave her a questioning, disgusted look.

"What, you freak?"

"So... um, what's Kaitlyn's deal? I know you two dated but is she like... strictly straight?" she asked lightly like she had to tread water to ask me this.

"I actually don't know," I said honestly because there had been times that I thought Kaitlyn might be questioning her sexuality but she hasn't said anything to me, so...

"Maybe bi-curious?"

"Oh fun. So, bro to bro, could I... ya' know, shoot my shot?"

I shook my head with a chuckle.

"Go nuts," I told her as my approval.

"Awesome," she spoke in a loud whisper.

"Thank you, I love you."

"Hey," I spoke up before she walked out.

"Hmm?"

"Thank you for asking," I said sincerely.

"And, I guess I love you too."

Ciera smiled.

"You should shower, you smell bad," and she shut the door.

Although, Ciera didn't shoot her shot that night with Kaitlyn because Kaitlyn fell asleep before she could.

I made fun of Ciera once I was out of the shower and she was making her way to her bedroom.

"See that? You bored her to sleep," I jested in a whisper to Ciera.

"Well, guess what, I convinced her to try to convince you to go to a party tomorrow night."

I shook my head no before she could finish.

"Come on Noah, how many times do I play wingman for you?" she argued with me in a quiet voice to not wake Kaitlyn.

"Like I don't do the same for you? We're not going to a fucking party and you don't need to go to a party to make your move, just grow a pair and flirt with her or something."

Ciera complained.

"I've tried, she's giving me nothing, yet she'll blush and shy away? I don't get it."

I shrugged.

"Noah," she whined and the next night we were walking into the college party Ciera was invited to.

"If you don't fucking make out with Kaitlyn by the end of this night, I'm not helping you again," I seethed to Ciera while Kaitlyn was walking further ahead towards the house that was lit up and booming with music.

"Listen, she loved it when I got handsy with her, it drove her nuts. So next time you get a little flirty, maybe play with her hair or touch her hand or waist. If you're sitting, maybe touch her thigh."

I was surprised Kaitlyn was shying away because when Kaitlyn wanted something, she reached out to take it.

Then again, figuring out whether you're into the same gender can be a bit nerve racking.

"Handsy, got it," Ciera confirmed.

"Hey but not too handsy," I reiterated with emphasis.

"Yeah, obviously. I'm not a fucking creep. I'll back off if she's not into it," Ciera promised and I knew she would.

If I wanted Kaitlyn to be with anyone, it would be Ciera.

Ciera was the second greatest person I knew in this world 'you can guess who takes first place for me'.

[nella09archive]

Marriage. 13

Chapter 13: Blessings

After that moment we ended up calling it a night. It made me felt sad. I wanted to spend more time with her. Well, there’s always tomorrow. With that I decided to start laying down. The moment my hit the pillow I could smell Chichi. Remembering her head was recently made all the better. Too tired to questions my actions, I brought the pillow as close to my face as possible. All I wanted to do was smell her scent. Before I knew it, I had fallen asleep.

…

As I left Goku’s room I finally let the emotions sink in. The things he did that I took the wrong way. The touch wasn’t because he liked me, and the promise was a misunderstanding. While I felt the tears building, I came to realize something. He could have easily have not propose to me, after he said it was a mistake. He could easily be not be here, in my home, and wanting to marry me. Same time, the way he acted at the tournament. He showed interested in me. I felt my face heat up from that last thought.

If… if he didn’t like me, he wouldn’t have kept his promise, after realizing it was a mistake. The smile on my face began to grow. The moment I got into my room, I just jumped on my bed and hugged my pillow. I can’t wait till tomorrow comes. What will we do? Well of course he’ll first ask my dad for his blessing and then we maybe spar together. Oh no! tomorrow I have that damn princess dance practice. Maybe Goku could watch me. Tonight, I fell asleep with the biggest smile ever.

…

When morning came the sun was barely up. As I got up, it took me a moment to realize where I was. And then a moment later, I noticed the tightness between my legs. Man was this getting super annoying. I hope it doesn’t happen when I’m around Chichi. That would be so embarrassing. But the worst part was. Just thinking of Chichi made it tighter. NOT GOOD!

Since I’m wasn’t sure what to do, I decided to meditate this morning. It was finally going away when a certain scent was knocking at the door. “Goku, are awake?” Oh Kami, the sound her voice was nice. I was about to get, so I can open the door, when I came to realize some. It didn’t go down. Another knock. SHIT! What am I going to do about this?

Oh, I know! Then I recalled Yajirobe eating one of Piccolo’s hitmen. That did the trick. “I’m awake. You can come in.” When she entered, I was shocked by what she was wearing. She looked funny, and uncomfortable.

“I am uncomfortable!” Wait! Why did she yell at me? Did I say that out loud? I don’t think I did. “Well, come on. Don’t you want breakfast?” I got up so fast, I was already in front her to start going. Then I saw her face turn red, and she turned around. “Second thought, you should change first.” Oh yeah, I was still in those pjs pants she gave me. I was about to take them off, when she yelped and closed the door. What was that about?

…

She looks funny and uncomfortable.

“I am uncomfortable!” Wait! His lips didn’t move. And he even looked shocked that I screamed at him. What’s wrong with me? I was wearing one of those awful fluffy dresses, that was hard to walk around. Heck, I always trip in them. And the top part made it hard to even breath. I felt stuffy and tight. “Come on. Don’t you want breakfast?”

I didn’t even see him get up, and when he was in front of me, I noticed. Oh my, his body is so well built. I just want to poke a muscle to see how it’ll react. I felt my face getting hotter, and my clothes tighter. WAIT! Calm down Chichi! Also, he needs to change! “Maybe you change first.” With that he went to get his clothes, from the drawer I put them in. Watching him made my mouth feel dry.

DAMN IT! Snap out of it! A proper lady doesn’t lust over… over… her husband to be. Then I saw that he was about to take off his pants. “Yelp!” I closed the door so fast, that you could hear it down the hall. On no! I was so close to seeing him naked. To seeing a guy naked. No Chichi! Bad Chichi! You have to wait till you’re married, like a good girl.

Just as I started getting my composer, a certain jerk showed his head. “Well, good morning princess. Would you like to join breakfast any time soon? I hear grandma is super annoyed that the cooks has to make so much food, for that no-good guy.” Just when I was about to look at him the door opened, and I fell backward. Thankfully, Goku’s chest stopped from landing on my butt. I looked at him, ready to say thanks, when I noticed a weird look on his face. It then went away when he looked down at me.

“Is everything ok, Chichi?” I nodded. “So, let’s go eat.” He said it so excited, that even I felt excited. We walked past Li as we headed to the dining hall.

…

As I was getting dress, I could hear noise from the other side. It sounded like… like… him! For some reason was boiling and I got dress even faster. Before I opened the door, I heard him say, “for that no-good guy.” I opened the door so fast, I thought I was going to break it. Just when I was about to say something, I felt something hit my chest. All thoughts of punching this guy left, the moment I looked at what hit me. It was Chichi, and she looked confuse. Heck, even I was confused.

I asked if she was fine; she was. Then whatever anger I felt left and excitement over food came back. “So, let’s go eat.” She grabbed my arm, and pulled me excitedly. I would have said something, but I was too excited for food.

Once we got to where the food was, I wanted to dive right in. but before I went to the table, Chichi pulled me down and whispered. “As a gentleman you’re supposed to offer me a seat. Also, after breakfast we’ll speak with daddy about the thing.” At first, I was confused, until I remembered yesterday. I nodded and we walked over to the table. The offer the seat part, I’ve heard before, so I knew what is was. So, held out a seat, she sat, and I pushed her closer to the table.

Breakfast tasted awesome! Some of the stuff I’ve never seen or tried. After breakfast, I followed Chichi to the big room. She said she had to practice her dance for something. As I sat in a corner to watch, I couldn’t help but notice how awkward she seemed. But it was funny seeing her balance books on her head. After the dancing is when we went to speak with the Ox King.

Once we met up with him, I sat on the back on my legs as I asked for his blessing. He was silent for a moment, and I was starting to get nervous. Then, he jollily said that I had his blessings. Me and Chichi were jumping with joy, she even went to give her father a hug. Just then, he showed up.

“I’m still not convince the princess actually lost to him. What if she fell out the ring on purpose, so she was allowed to marry him?” This guy was getting on my nerves. I didn’t understand what was his problem with me. But one look at Chichi, I kept my cool. For some reason I’m acting weird around this guy.

…

“I didn’t lose on purpose! Goku beat me fair and square!”

“Why not prove it? How about you two a match right now. If he loses, he has to leave the castle forever.”

“Father! Do you agree to this? This is insane! Why would I lose on purpose?” Dad wasn’t speaking, it seems he was thinking about Li’s words. Leave it to Li to make things awful for me.

“What if I fight you instead?” I looked at Goku in surprised. He didn’t have to do that. I was going to tell him, till dad spoke.

“There is no need. I trust my daughter would never do something that foolish. And what I know of Goku he is strong. I have no doubt that there was any fool play.” I gave my dad a hug. I was so over joyed that he believed me and Goku. I then asked him when are we going to plan the wedding. He said starting next week; that he had things to take care of. Knowing dad, he was probably going to throw another party. Probably to celebrate my engagement. I can accept that. I then grabbed Goku, and we left to go do stuff together.

…

It had taken me a moment to realize that I was being pulled. When I saw who was pulling me, I relaxed. “So, Chichi, where we’re going?”

“Well first, I need to change. After that we could think of something.” With that, I nodded and followed her. We made it to the front of room, when she stopped me from walking in. Her face was and looking down as she spoke. “Just wait out here till I’m done.” I was going to ask why, till she closed the door.

As I waited, I could hear to females talking to each other. “Oh my, do you see that guy over there?” “Yeah. He’s so hot.” “I know, right. What a waste though.” “No fair he’s wasted on the stuck-up princess.” “Why does that bitch get to have him?” “We should try to get him for ourselves.” “Oh, I am so in. I wonder how big he is, especially with a body like that.” “I also wonder if he’s good in bed.” “Yeah, I heard martial artists are usually very creative in that field.” “Oh my. All the different positions.”

What the heck were they talking about? I had half a mind to go ask, when Chichi finally opened her door. She was wearing something similar to what she worn at the tournament, only it was red and not blue. I then followed her as she walked, I then past the two females that were talking. They had that same look Bulma had when Oolong was guy in a business suit. So weird.

As I followed Chichi, we ended up walking outside, and then towards the flower field. Some reason I felt my cheeks heat up. I didn’t understand why. I then turned my attention to Chichi as she continued walking. I found myself admiring her shoulder, and the way her hair went side to side. It’s confusing. Why am I admiring a person? And her of all people. My eyes started sliding downwards and stopped at her butt. I found myself admiring that too, the way it also went side to side. It looked nice and firm.

I slapped myself. STOP THAT! What is wrong with me?! Just then she turned to look at me, and she had a confused look. I admire that too… Another slap!

…

As we were walking, I heard a sudden slap. I looked back, confused at Goku. And when I did, he gave himself a slap. What was that for? I then walked over to him, ready to ask. He had put his hands up, and slowly backed away. “What’s the matter?” He shock his head and gave me an awkward grin. “You know you can tell me anything, Goku.” He nodded but kept that awkward grin. I faced forward again as we walked. I was talking him to the field because I wanted to show him something.

When we were kids, and we had our first date, unknowingly to both of us, he had left a fist imprint in the tree. I wanted to show him that, and also what I wrote under. When we reached the field, I grabbed Goku’s hand and pulled him closer to the tree. I also notice the slight blush building on his face. So cute.

“Look! Look!” I pointed to the imprint. It took him a moment to go from looking at my face to the tree. Then he said wow. “Yeah! It was from our first date. I then wrote under it when I found out about the imprint.” I was now jumping in an excitement. How will he react? Would he be happy?

“Goku and Chichi forever.” I couldn’t read his expression. I was starting to feel maybe he didn’t like it, and I starting disappointed. “Do you really mean forever?” I lit up at that question. I looked at him with a huge smile, as I nodded over joyed. He too had a big smile. That’s it! I couldn’t take it. I Jumped up and hugged him. The force was so much he fell backwards.

I was now on top of him, and I felt my whole body burning up. I quickly got off him and looked away. I can’t believe that happened! I was on top of Goku for a brief moment. That was so awesome! Oh no! Don’t think like that! We’re not married yet! I got to behave myself. When I finally looked to Goku, he was looking away. One of his hand was on his chest, while the other was close to me. I bravely placed my hand on top of his. He then quickly looked at me. And his face was so red. Was he embarrassed, too?

[clevereverest]

Waiting and Swaying • 1,596 words

[ Sniper and Hotshot wait for Smalls to get home, and they’re all delayed before getting to sleep for the night.

I wrote this to show what kind of dynamics I’m thinking of for this (presumably) brand new ship, and to possibly entice some people into giving it a chance. Also, Smalls = Mallory, Sniper = Diana, and Hotshot = Niamh. I hope you enjoy it! ]

“Shouldn’t she be back by now?”

“It’s only… fifteen minutes later than usual, Snipes.”

“Really? It feels like it’s been longer than that.”

Sniper stretched her legs out, careful to not disturb the blanket covering her and Hotshot, one of her two girlfriends. They were waiting for Smalls, their third in the relationship, but she hadn’t returned from a late-night shift at work yet.

Hotshot sat in front of Sniper on the couch. She noticed Sniper shifting around and asked, “Do you need me to move?”

“No, you’re fine,” Sniper assured. “I’m the one who needed to move. My legs were just falling asleep on me.”

Humming, Hotshot leaned back against Sniper again. They had the TV on, but it wasn’t anything interesting. Sniper found herself zoning out eventually, feeling the drag of sleep creeping nearer. She fought against it long enough for the front door to open, the sound of it fully pulling her out of the daze.

In tandem, Sniper and Hotshot turned to see Smalls. She immediately tried to kick off her shoes and got distracted when it wasn’t as smooth as intended.

“I’m so sorry for how long that took. Those new employees who were closing with me tonight had no clue what they were doing so I had to show them how to do everything — aw, aren’t you two adorable?”

Smalls finally looked up from her shoes, her head tilting at the sight of Sniper and Hotshot. Sniper smiled at her, pleased to be complimented.

“Can I join you?” Smalls asked as she stepped closer to the back of the couch. Sniper was a little wary of what she was planning to do from back there. Her mind supplied the image of Smalls kind of diving, or maybe rolling, over the back of the couch to land on her and Hotshot. It was as amusing as it was plausible.

“Don’t you want to get changed first?” Hotshot suggested instead. “I’d love for you to join us, but you’ll feel better in pajamas.”

“Why do you have to be right?” Smalls groaned, tipping forward precariously.

Sniper took the opportunity to lightly catch her girlfriend’s chin in her hand. She pressed a chaste kiss to Smalls’ cheek, then said, “It won’t take long and we aren’t moving. Go get comfortable, Mal.”

With a huff, Smalls retreated to their bedroom to get changed, only half-closing the door behind her. Hotshot had watched her walk away, then squinted at the doorway. Sniper followed her partner’s gaze.

“Why didn’t you turn on the light?” Hotshot called over to Smalls, and Sniper shook her head, laughing at Smalls’ excuse.

“Because I can see just fine,” Smalls claimed.

“She’s going to trip over something,” Hotshot noted quietly to Sniper, a hint of genuine concern in her voice. Before Sniper could quell the worry, Smalls suddenly gasped from the other darkened room as she supposedly, in fact, tripped over something.

Hotshot and Sniper were up from the couch in an instant, voices overlapping to ask if Smalls was okay. She was quick to laugh it off and reassure them that she was fine, but they went over to check for themselves anyway. In the doorway, Hotshot flicked on the light and Sniper stood behind her, looking over her head.

Smalls, now in pajamas, was sitting on the ground, clearly having moved from whatever position she fell in. A plastic clothes basket, currently filled with sheets, was toppled over beside her, clearly the culprit. She motioned at the basket and then over to the mattress.

“You forgot about the sheets apparently,” Smalls informed the pair and Sniper nodded sheepishly.

“Yeah. I pulled those out of the dryer about…” She paused, thinking about how long it had been.

“Two hours ago,” Hotshot filled in. She walked over to the basket, righting it then extending a hand to Smalls to help her up. “Are you sure you’re okay? That fall didn’t sound good.”

“I’m okay, promise,” Smalls assured again. She closed the gap between them and tipped her head up slightly to kiss Hotshot’s forehead for extra measure.

Sniper approached the basket of sheets, crouching down to shuffle through it to find the pillowcases first. Everything was bundled together like a burrito — something she didn’t bother to undo earlier when she dropped it in here. Untangling it didn’t take too long, though, and she held the pillowcases aloft for whoever would take them from her. Both partners took one each, circling around to opposite sides of the bed.

When Smalls walked to her side and passed where Sniper was facing, she glimpsed Smalls’ socks. Trying to keep a neutral face, Sniper stood up with the last pillowcase.

“Hey, Smalls, which socks did you decide to wear tonight?” she asked innocently. Hotshot tossed a pillow over to Sniper, a curious gaze passing back and forth between her girlfriends.

“Oh, they’re so cool, look —” Smalls immediately grinned, lifting a foot up onto the edge of the mattress to show off the sock. After a few seconds, she switched feet and did the same thing, showing off her other mismatched pair. “This one is cool too.”

“You know…” Hotshot drawled, appearing contemplative. “I think that first sock you showed us is mine actually.”

“Now that you mention it, that second one looks pretty familiar,” Sniper chimed in. She turned to Smalls, raising her brows. “Are you stealing our clothes again?”

Acting highly offended, Smalls raised a hand to her chest. “How dare you accuse me of such a thing! I would never —”

“Watch your word choice, Mallory,” Hotshot cut in, and Sniper snorted.

“I didn’t steal your socks because…” Smalls corrected herself, then faltered briefly before lighting up. “Because it was dark in here! I couldn’t see what I was grabbing from the dresser.”

“You actually said, and I quote, ‘I can see just fine’ to Niamh and I after choosing to not turn on the light when you first came in here,” Sniper pointed out.

Smalls sputtered, and Hotshot laughing at her caught her attention. She gestured over to Hotshot while talking to Sniper. “Niamh steals your clothes just as often as I do.”

“That’s not news to me.” Sniper circled around to Hotshot’s side of the bed, leaning down to kiss her temple. “You both steal my stuff because I’m taller than you.”

“Only by five inches,” Hotshot muttered at the same time that Smalls mumbled, “By eight whole inches.”

“Yeah, and it’s not going to change, which means you won’t stop stealing things either,” Sniper said to them. “But of course, I don’t mind at all. Never have, and never will.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” Hotshot declared, making Sniper and Smalls smile. She rounded the bed again and picked up the fitted sheet, promptly tossing it onto the barren mattress. “Who’s taking the first corner?”

Smothering a yawn behind her hand, Smalls reached out to volunteer. “I got this.”

She climbed onto the bed, gathering the corner seam into her hands and getting to work. Her yawn before starting had passed onto Sniper, who yawned herself a minute later. That sleepiness was coming back with a force, and a glance at the wall clock reminded her just how late it was. All three of them really needed to get to sleep, but they couldn’t exactly do that when the bed hadn’t been made. Sniper watched tiredly as Smalls handled the fitted sheet with relative ease, only cursing it occasionally.

Practically swaying on her feet, Sniper almost didn’t notice Hotshot until she was unexpectedly staggering backwards in Sniper’s direction. She threw her hands up to catch her.

Hotshot flinched, blinking furiously. “Sorry, I’m awake.”

“You are very much exhausted,” Sniper assessed, smoothing her girlfriend’s hair with a gentle touch. She looked back to Smalls, asking for a progress report.

“Almost done, Snipes,” Smalls reported. She just finished adjusting the flat sheet (Sniper had no idea how she worked so fast) and moved to gather their blankets and pillows.

Once everything had been placed correctly — although not as neatly as usual seeing as they were about to go to bed — Smalls beckoned Sniper and Hotshot over with a beautifully sweet smile.

“Come lay down and we can finally sleep,” Smalls encouraged unnecessarily. Hotshot was quick to climb under the covers with Smalls in the middle, the two women wrapping around one another. Sniper got halfway there before realizing something.

“I left my phone in the living room,” she sighed out. Sniper began to pull herself out of the covers, but Smalls caught her arm.

“Diana, just leave it out there,” Smalls tried to suggest.

“But if someone calls me, I won’t hear it,” Sniper countered in weak protest. Really, she didn’t want to get back up, but what if —

“Ana.” Hotshot reached across Smalls to grab Sniper’s hand. It was a tighter grip than Sniper expected, considering how sleepy her partner looked. “Just stay with us.”

Sniper couldn’t deny such a convincing argument.

Before laying down completely, she maneuvered to kiss her girlfriends good night, who also traded their own good night kiss. The three of them got situated easily, and Sniper and Hotshot sandwiched Smalls comfortably between them, taking any ounce of warmth they could get. Smalls was the only hot body in the relationship, and even in the warmer months, Sniper and Hotshot still got chilly at night.

Their routine meant that Sniper drifted off to sleep first. Smalls followed closely behind. Hotshot, despite how exhausted she was, managed to wait until they were sleeping contentedly before doing the same herself.

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Might have a new (to my knowledge) Newsies ship in the making!

I’d love to hear more detailed thoughts in the comments and/or reblogs, and I can try to answer questions about them too!

[kireijae]

njm. 01:09am

pairing: jaemin x gn!reader

genre: established relationship, fluff, suggestive, some crack bc it’s me

warnings: swearing, suggestive, brief and v small mention of alcohol

a/n: editing eobseo, i had a panic attack after the beyond live so i needed comfort and wrote this, also jaemin made me feral he’s a maniac

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jaemin hopped on one foot, trying to get his insanely stiff new jeans off over the heel of his foot. as he stepped out of his one pant leg, he lost his balance and fell sideways on to the bed where you lay sleeping.

well. had been laid sleeping.

“nana?”

fuck. “i’m sorry, baby,” jaemin whispered, sitting on the bed and pulling his jeans off before finally getting under the covers. “i didn’t mean to wake you.”

“what time is it?” you asked groggily. you instinctually moved closer to jaemin, hugging his bare torso closer to your own. “you smell nice.”

he chuckled, “it’s 1am. we went out for a bit after the concert, so i’m all showered and fucking exhausted.”

you tried to laugh, but in your half asleep daze it was mainly a hum.

“you did really well baby,” you mumbled into his neck.

your breath tickled him but it cooled him down at the same time. summer hadn’t quite let go of its hold on the weather yet, and with the concert plus the (albeit light) drinking tonight he was boiling.

“you watched it?” he asked, staring at the ceiling.

you hummed an affirmative, “i think i fell asleep waiting for the encore though.”

“good,” the rumble in his chest lured you closer to sleep, “renjun’s ment would have just made you cry.”

you huffed out some air, another attempt at a laugh.

“you were very hot,” if you were more awake you likely would have tried a smoother flirting technique but it’s the thought that counts.

“oh, yeah?” his heart started beating faster, almost like he was on stage again.

another hum. “i tried to wait for you to get home, but i was just too sleepy.”

“aw, angel,” he cooed at you and places his mouth against the top of your head, “you can tell me all about how hot you think i am tomorrow okay?”

he laughed into your hair, letting the scent of your shampoo and conditioner flood his senses and finally laid a kiss on your head.

“mkay,” you slurred, before cuddling further into jaemin’s warmth. “love you jaem.”

“i love you too, sweetheart.”

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[theowritesstuff]

The Teal Teal Suit

Adrian Chase x afab!reader

Summary: Adrian doesn’t realize just how hot he is in the suit

Warnings: smut, p in v, cockwarming

A/N: I think we all collectively died a little inside when the deleted Green Green Dress scene from Tick Tick Boom was released, so yeah, this is loosely based off of that

Night after night you’d watch Adrian put on the Vigilante suit, then leave to go on patrol. And night after night you’d end up with your back arched off your bed, hand between your legs.

It wasn’t your fault that he looked so damn good in the suit. It did annoy you that he put it on so frequently and left you alone in your shared bed though.

You had done this countless times now, just thought about Adrian while coaxing yourself to orgasm, but it was starting to get harder.

Tonight, especially, your body did not want you to have your release. As hard as you tried to get there, you just couldn’t push yourself over the edge.

Maybe your body was fed up with only having your fingers. You knew at this point, you needed Adrian.

You waited impatiently for him to come home from patrol. Usually he’d find you asleep on the couch, the light from the television illuminating your face, but tonight he’d find you awake, completely naked in your bed, ready to pounce on him the moment he walked through the door.

It didn’t take too long to hear the key in the front door followed by a “Honey, I’m home!” Adrian had got in the habit of calling that out when returning from patrol because “It’s from like forever ago, it’s funny.”

You didn’t call back to him, instead just waiting for him to come in. You sat, leaning against the pillows, arms keeping you propped up, and legs crossed.

When Adrian did make his way to your room, he already had his mask off, crumpled in his hand. His hair was ruffled, practically begging you to run your fingers through it. He didn’t look injured, thank god, mostly just tired.

He walked right past you, not even looking up as he took his gloves off. He walked into your bathroom, looking at himself in the mirror, going on about how patrol went that night.

You’d usually let him go on, you were one of the few, the only according to Chris, who actually liked to listen to him ramble. Adrian could go on for hours if you’d let him, but tonight you really needed him to move along.

“Adrian!” You interrupted him.

He swiveled to look at you. As soon as his eyes met you, his mouth dropped open. His gloves fell from his hands, onto the floor.

“W-what’s up?” He asked, his eyes raking over your body.

You couldn’t help but smile. Even after dating Adrian for a while, and sleeping together a countless number of times, he was still in awe of you.

You wiggled your pointer finger at him, telling him to come closer. He walked out of the bathroom, and stood at the foot of the bed. You crawled up to him, and wrapped your arms around his neck.

Your foreheads were pressed together, his eyes traveling down to look at you.

“Like what you see pretty boy?” You asked him.

He nodded his head, eyes meeting yours again. “Fuck yeah…” He trailed off.

Your fingers danced along his shoulders, moving to cover the white and teal shoulder pads of his suit.

“I’ve been thinking about you. Like, a lot. Specifically you in this suit.” You tell him.

He raises his eyebrows, a smirk growing on his face. “Oh yeah?”

You push him forward so you can stand in front of him now.

“Yeah.” You reach up to tangle a hand in his hair.

He hums as you pull him in for a kiss. You turn him around, and push him down on the bed. You sit on his lap, straddling him, your cunt rubbing deliciously against the tent in his pants.

He moans softly, his eyes fluttering closed.

You have him right where you want him.

Your hands grip his kevlar shoulder pads as you kiss him. You roll your hips against his, already feeling your slick coat your folds, and possibly the pants of his suit.

Adrian pulls away, and starts to pull at his chest plate, wanting to get rid of any unnecessary clothing that separates you. You stop him, pressing your hands against the chest plate, pushing it back into place.

“I wanna fuck you in the suit.” You tell him.

“Okay.” He breathes out, nodding his head.

You lean down to kiss his neck, softly sucking his skin between your teeth, and biting down. If you were going to fuck Adrian in the Vigilante suit, you were going to get good use out of the skin he was showing.

You left bites all along his neck, paying extra attention to the area just under his adam’s apple.

You could feel it move as he gulped and moaned.

You reached below you to pull the top of his pants down, along with his boxers, just enough so his dick could spring out, and slap his clothed abdomen.

You wrapped your hand around it, and slowly started to pump. Adrian’s eyes shut as he groaned. His grip on your hips became tighter, surely leaving bruises for you to find tomorrow morning.

“Fuck! Please let me be inside you.” He groaned.

You smirked. You raised yourself above him, then swiped his dick through your folds. You moaned when the head came in contact with your clit. You slowly lowered yourself onto him, and stopped when he was fully sheathed inside of you.

He tried to lift your hips, but you smacked his hands away.

“Look at you,” you mused. “Still in your suit, and in me.” You rolled your hips.

“Fuck!” He said through clenched teeth.

“You know how I said I loved your suit? Maybe you could tell me about it?” You said.

You were now currently sitting as still as possible, Adrian still balls deep inside of you.

“Now?” He asked, his eyebrows furrowed with a frown on his face.

“Yeah, now.” You smiled at him.

Adrian attempted to tell you about the suit. How he designed it, how he made it, how it helps him.

He made it through pretty okay, stopping occasionally to let out a groan whenever you moved even slightly.

“That’s really interesting babe.” You said, as you started to slowly ride him.

“Fucking shit!” He moaned.

“Now whenever anyone asks about the suit you can say you fucked me in it too.” You said, the end of your statement turning into a whimper.

You moved your hips faster, attempting to get closer to your release. His hand slipped between your bodies, and started to rub harsh circles on your clit.

“Fuck Adrian! You feel so good inside me!” You moaned out, your head falling to his shoulder.

Adrian flipped you over, now hovering above you. He stood up, and pulled you to the end of the bed. He held your hips up, and pounded into you.

You screamed his name name, gripping the sheets.

In only a few seconds he had come undone, releasing himself into your cunt. He moved his hand back to your clit. The feeling of him rubbing at you, mixed with his cum coating your walls triggered your release as well.

You laid on the bed, chest heaving, as Adrian slowed down. He slowly pulled himself out of you, causing you to whine, feeling empty.

His dick was coated with a mixture of your releases. He used his hand to collect it up, then pushed it back into you with his fingers.

He smirked as your hips writhed away from his hand.

“Babe, you can’t waste that.” He said, grinning at you.

His hair was a disheveled mess, and his glasses were slightly foggy. He started pulling off the different pieces of armor, and putting them in the bathroom, to be washed tomorrow. He peeled the black long sleeve off himself. His chest glistened with sweat, moving with every breath he took. The sight almost made you regret fucking him in the suit.

He took his pants off, then tucked himself back into his boxers, and got back on the bed. He pulled you up so that your head was resting on his chest. He drew lazy patterns on your side, and looked down at you.

The comfortable silence didn’t last too long, because Adrian felt the need to tell you-

“I’m totally gonna brag to Chris that we fucked while I was in the suit.”

[mymoodwriting]

Request for Anon (Yandere Alien Jungwoo) 4.5k, yandere, smut, sex dreams, fingering, blow job, hand job, restraints, penetration, double penetration, tentacles, aphrodisiac, drugs, breeding kink

“I’m so glad you’re here.”

    It had taken Jungwoo months of nagging to get you to finally move in with him. He felt it was appropriate after you had crossed that six months mark, especially as everything had been so perfect so far. He had certainly worn you down until you finally agreed, and of course you were both so excited. So maybe you had been holding up cause of your lease, but it was cute to watch him beg. Now that you were moving in you honestly couldn’t believe it. From now on you’d be sleeping in bed with him every night, and you’d have breakfast and dinner together. You couldn’t hide your joy for one minute.

“You’re so cute when you smile.” Jungwoo commented. “Shall we order something to eat?”

“Sure.”

“I know a place around here that has your favorite.”

    While Jungwoo ordered some food you decided to lay down on the couch, catching your breath after all that hard work. There were a lot of boxes to unpack, but getting them all in here was good enough for now. After a moment Jungwoo came up and hugged you from behind, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“You wanna take a nap before the food gets here?”

“So you can eat all the good parts first? No way.”

“You don’t trust me?”

“I do, just not when it comes to food.”

“Meanie.”

“I guess I should start unpacking some boxes while I wait. Or else I might fall asleep on the couch.”

“Fine, but I will be helping.”

“Of course.”

    You weren’t shy or embarrassed about Jungwoo helping you unpack things like your clothes and intimates. He had already seen you naked, and besides, two people were better than one. You had finished rearranging the closet when the food arrived, and you quickly ran out to get it, beating him to it. He complained but still, the two of you sat down to eat.

“Isn’t this nice? The two of us, together at home.”

“You’re gonna make me blush. I’m still processing.”

“I was thinking… since it’s our first night living together… we could… break in the bed?”

“We’ve already done that.”

“But tonight is a special night.”

“Hm… it sounds great, but I have to get up early tomorrow for work. This may be something big for us, but the world’s not gonna stop to let us enjoy it like that.”

“Awe, come on.”

“I need a good night’s sleep. I’m gonna get berated with questions about this tomorrow. Who knows what’ll slip out of my mouth if I’m exhausted.”

“Please, pretty please.”

“Aish, why does my boyfriend have to be so cute.”

“So is that a yes?”

“No. And don’t try to be funny or you’ll be sleeping on the couch.”

“Wow, you’re so mean.”

“But you still love me.”

Jungwoo huffed for a bit. “Yeah, I do.”

    Jungwoo offered to do the dishes while you prepared for bed, wanting you to take your time and get used to the new living accommodations. His shower pressure was certainly better, but it was just nice to know he was nearby in case anything ever happened. He washed up after you, and by the time he got out you were already in bed under the sheets. Jungwoo happily joined you, pulling you into a hug.

“Easy…” You mumbled. “I did warn you…”

“Are cuddles not allowed?”

“Only cuddles…”

“Sleep well, my love.”

🖤

    Sleeping well was a major understatement. After a relaxing shower you easily fell asleep, feeling warm in Jungwoo’s embrace. You drifted off, feeling like it would be a peaceful night. At first it was, and then you began to feel a heat between your legs. You still felt like you were dreaming, and given where this was going, you didn’t want to wake up. You rubbed your thighs together, soft whimpers escaping your lips. Soon enough you felt something creeping up your leg, and you knew exactly where it was going.

“Jungwoo… Jungwoo… Jungwoo!”

    You jumped up as your alarm went off, startling you awake. You looked over to see Jungwoo asleep, his back towards you, although he was starting to wake up, slowly looking over at you with one eye open.

“Hm? Are you okay?”

“I… sorry… I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“Your alarm…”

“Ah, right.”

    You reached over and turned off the alarm on your phone, carefully getting out of bed. You washed up and prepared for the day, giving Jungwoo a kiss goodbye before you left.

“Have a good day, my love…”

“I will, now go back to sleep.”

“Love you…”

“Love you too.”

    You went on your morning commute, getting into the office at your usual time. You greeted your coworkers and got settled in, suddenly remembering your dream last night. Maybe you should have slept with him.

“Y/n?”

“Huh? Oh, good morning, Taeyong.”

“What you zoning out for, way too early for that.”

“Nothing. So, what’s on the agenda for today?”

    You went about your day like normal, no one asking about you having moved in with Jungwoo, which was a relief. They’d probably bring it up eventually. It wasn’t until you were on your way back home that you remembered your dream. It was odd for sure, but sex dreams weren’t uncommon. Maybe you were just so fixated by it because it was your first one, especially having it while sleeping peacefully with Jungwoo for the first time. Even if you two had relations before, you never slept together through the night, always having to get back to your own place to get some proper rest before work.

“Jungwoo, I’m home!”

“Ah, welcome back, my love.”

    Jungwoo rushed over to greet you, picking you up in his arms and spinning you around before peppering your face with kisses.

“Aish, did you miss me that much?”

“Missed you so much more knowing you come home to me now.”

“Did you have a good day at work?’

“It was wonderful, as I knew you’d be here tonight.”

“Well, here I am.”

“Good. I made dinner, and then we can unpack some more.”

“Sounds good.”

    You ate together, Jungwoo happily feeding you from time to time. Once you had full bellies you finished unpacking, and this place really felt like home.

“So, shall we take a shower together?”

“Hm, just a shower?”

“I might wanna do something else.”

“Maybe… we’ll see.”

    This was your first time showering together, his place definitely had the space for it. Jungwoo was so adorable, being gentle as he helped you wash up your hair, and you did his. He enjoyed watching you, seeing you so happy in such a space. He had you stand under the shower head as he massaged your shoulders.

“So… shall my hands move elsewhere.”

“Hm… that sounds nice, but I think I’m too exhausted for late night activities.”

“Awe, I guess the shower is too relaxing.”

“Maybe…”

“Then let’s get you to bed.”

    Jungwoo helped you out of the shower and wrapped you up in a towel, drying you off. You both got dressed for bed and settled in, Jungwoo pulling you into his arms again. He kissed your head.

“Sweet dreams, my love.”

“Sweet dreams…”

🖤

    Maybe your dreams were too sweet. You were lying on your back, splayed out with Jungwoo hugging you, the sheets halfway down your body. It was a cool night, but Jungwoo was keeping you warm, at least to some degree. You were deep in sleep when you felt a tingling sensation coming from your breasts. You let out a content hum, starting to feel good. A heat began growing between your legs, and you let out a whimper. You felt like something was traveling up your body, hands perhaps, and you knew who they belonged to.

“Jungwoo… stop it…”

    You couldn’t bring yourself to fully wake up, liking the feeling too much. He probably didn’t hear you or just continued cause he knew deep down that was what you wanted. The hands kept trailing up your body, a cold wetness starting to come from them, making you shiver.

“Jungwoo… Jungwoo…”

    Your alarm went off, and your eyes shot open. You looked down to see Jungwoo in the same place, and you realized one of his arms was under you, apparently you had slept on it all night. You carefully got out of bed and pulled up the cover for Jungwoo, sneaking off to get ready for work. You came back to kiss him goodbye, finding his mumbles adorable.

“See you later, love.”

“Bye… bye…”

    It was another uneventful, but busy day at work. Taeyong had you running in circles and dealing with so many customers that by lunchtime you were ready to go home.

“So… you and Jungwoo…” Johnny smiled. “How’s living with the boyfriend? Should we expect an announcement soon?”

“Oh please, don’t start.”

“Just curious. Is the happy couple still happy?”

“Very much.”

“Yeah? Broken in the bed yet?”

“Shut up.”

“Come on, we’ve told you about our sexcapades before.”

“Well we haven’t done anything. Busy unpacking and work is driving me crazy, I’m too tired for anything else.”

“That’s all the more reason to have him take care of you.” 

“I mean… I think he has…”

“Huh?”

“Nothing, nevermind.”

“No, no, spill, what are you talking about?”

“I just… I think I had a sex dream?”

“Oh, do tell.”

“It wasn’t really anything, just, the last two nights, when I’m sleeping, I feel like someone… like something is happening.”

“Wow, didn’t think Jungwoo was the type.”

“But I’m not sure if he did anything, or they’re just dreams. When I wake up, considering where he is in bed, it doesn’t seem possible.”

“Maybe he’s frustrated and acting out in his sleep. This is the first time he gets to sleep with such a pretty girl.”

“You think?”

“Maybe. Wouldn’t hurt to ask. Although I’ve heard he doesn’t move around in bed.”

“Only one way to find out I guess.”

    You kept Johnny’s words in mind as you made your way home. You announced your arrival and Jungwoo ran over to greet you, another big hug and lots of kisses.

“How was work?”

“Boring but busy. And you?”

“Dragged too much, but I feel better now that you’re here. So how about dinner and TV, your favorite drama starts soon.”

“Sounds perfect.”

    You ate on the couch while the TV was on, cuddling up after eating to finish up the episode. Afterwards you stayed put, cuddling for a while, and you figured now was the time to ask about the last couple nights.

“Jungwoo.”

“Hm?”

“Have you been sleeping well?”

“Yeah, why? You haven’t?”

“Well… I think I’ve been… having sex dreams…”

“Oh, dreaming about me? How sweet. What am I-”

“Not like that.” You sat up. “I feel like someone is touching me, and like… is that you?”

“What? No, you said you don’t wanna do anything, and I respect that. Maybe you’re the one who wants something.”

“Yeah, well I don’t have the energy for it. I’m gonna go shower and then go to bed.”

“Shall I join you?”

“Maybe next time.”

    You trusted Jungwoo, and given the evidence you had, he definitely wasn’t doing anything. Maybe it was your subconscious begging for something you didn’t have time for at the moment. At this point, two nights in a row, it was getting a bit annoying. Still, you stayed focus on what was to come. You snuggled into the covers and soon enough Jungwoo got in and spooned you, giving you soft kisses.

“Dream of me, okay?”

“I’ll do my best.”

“Love you.”

“Love you too, night.”

🖤

    You thought after confronting the situation you’d have a normal night, but that seemed to be the furthest thing from your mind. You slept in Jungwoo’s embrace, using his arm as a pillow, happy and content. You were already warm and comfy, but soon you felt something moving up your leg. It was kinda cold which made you shiver, and before you could think too much of it you felt it between your legs, rubbing back and forth through your panties. You let out a whimper, pulling your legs up a bit. Soon enough you felt something else curling around your breasts and a moan escaped your lips.

“Jungwoo, cut it out…”

“Hm?”

“Stop it…”

“Stop...what?”

“Your hands…”

“What…”

    You opened your eyes, beating your alarm by a few seconds. When you looked over at Jungwoo he was lying on his back, and you noticed your face outline on the arm you had been sleeping on. You shook your head and got out of bed, going to splash some cold water in your face. You had no idea what was going on with you, but right now you didn’t have the time to worry. You got ready and kissed Jungwoo goodbye. Of course Johnny wanted to know what went down with his advice so he got you to join him for lunch again.

“He said he didn’t do anything.”

“Hm, he is a deep sleeper.”

“Or maybe he’s lying.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Three nights in a row? That’s one too many to be a coincidence.”

“Then tell him to sleep on the couch.”

“What?”

“Just saying. If you think he’s doing something then have him sleep on the couch for one night or something.”

“I don’t think I could do that to him.”

“Then you sleep on the couch.”

“Hm… maybe…”

“Something does seem off with that not gonna lie. Although I wish I had that many sex dreams.”

“Oh, shut up.”

    One of you sleeping on the couch wasn’t a bad idea, but you doubt Jungwoo would like it either way. Still, you needed answers to all this. When you got home Jungwoo greeted you as always, very happy to see you, although he could see that something was on your mind.

“What’s wrong? Did something happen at work?”

“No, nothing like that.”

“Then what’s wrong?”

“I don’t know… I just had another weird dream last night and… I think something is up with me…”

“Another sex dream? And here I thought I was frustrated. Then how about I help you wash away your worries and give you what you want.”

“I’m not sure that will solve the problem.”

“Oh come on, isn’t that what your subconscious is telling you?”

“The fact you’re not worried here is saying a lot.”

“What are you talking about? Sex dreams are normal, and aren’t dreams supposed to tell you something. I can interpret this dream loud and clear.”

“Now I’m really starting to think you’re doing something while I’m asleep.”

“I said I didn’t.” 

“Your attitude says otherwise.”

“Seriously?”

“I’m worried and you think this is a joke. How can I not suspect you?”

“Alright, alright, I’m sorry. Can we just have dinner and go to bed?”

“I think I’m gonna eat out and stay with a friend tonight.”

“Y/n.”

“A night away from you should prove whether it’s you or not.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“I am.”

“You’re not leaving.”

“I’ll text you later.”

“I said you’re not leaving!”

    Jungwoo ran over to you and pulled you into his arms. You were startled as he raised his voice, also a bit confused by the hug. Once you regained your senses you started to squirm, trying to break free.

“Jungwoo, let go.”

“You can’t leave.”

“Let go.” You managed to move a bit, but he just wound up hugging you from behind. “Jungwoo, this is childish.”

“It’s not my fault.”

“Then what is it?”

“I couldn’t help it…”

“What?”

Jungwoo sighed. “I worked so hard to get you here, I can’t just let you leave cause you’re upset with me.”

“Huh?”

“You’re staying here.”

“Jungwoo-”

    You were suddenly lifted off the ground, Jungwoo carrying you off to the bedroom with ease. You knew he was strong, but this was beyond what you thought. Jungwoo threw you down on the bed, quickly climbing on top of you and pinning you between his thighs.

“Jungwoo, what the fuck!”

    He wasn’t listening to you, and took his shirt off. You weren’t really liking where this was going, but things took an unexpected turn. Jungwoo closed his eyes and let out a sigh of relief, and then your eyes went wide. You weren’t sure that what you were seeing was real. Six cyan limbs, or tentacles, sprouted from his back, three on either side. They seemed to stretch before settling down, almost giving the illusion of wings.

“You… you…”

“It feels nice to let them out. I’ve kept them hidden since you moved in, but clearly they’ve been trouble.”

“What…”

“Your little sex dreams… they have a mind of their own, but I can’t blame them.”

“You’re not… human…”

“No, I just look like one. This planet isn’t bad… but I prefer my home.”

“Then why… why are you…”

“Here? A little vacation and sightseeing, but mostly… I’m looking for a mate.”

“A… a mate?”

“Yup. I saw you and everything just clicked. I knew I had to have you.”

“So… all this time… you just…”

“Oh, no, no, no, I do love you. All that time spent together has been wonderful. And you’re so cute.” Jungwoo leaned down and kissed your cheek. “Which is why I can’t lose you.”

“This isn’t… love… you’re just…”

“Sh. I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long. I’ve been restraining myself as best as I can but… it is mating season for me afterall.”

“Mating… season…”

Jungwoo smiled. “You’ll enjoy it, I promise.”

“Wa… wait!”

    Seeing those tentacles suddenly come to life sent a chill down your spine. Jungwoo let you get your arms free, but he quickly pinned them above your head, his lips moving to yours. He kissed you deeply, and then his lips trailed down to your neck, starting to suck on the exposed skin. While he gave you attention, his tentacles started going elsewhere. One immediately went into your pants, right under your panties and reached your core. It rubbed back and forth, the feeling made you whimper, and you recognized the familiarity of it. The last couple of nights, they started to make sense, even if all this seemed impossible.

    Two other tentacles went under your shirt, pushing your bra up and wrapping around your breasts. They were all wet, but soon enough you began to feel warm. Despite everything your body was responding against your wishes, getting more stimulation than you were used to. That was probably why your head was getting fuzzy, or maybe that was something else. Once you seemed calm enough Jungwoo released his grip, although his tentacles kept your arms pinned as he began to undress you. He started with your pants, getting some help tugging them down, and then slipping you out of your shirt, tossing your bra off to the side.

“You seem happy.”

“Hm…”

“When I’m not holding back my pheromones can be quite overwhelming, plus the aphrodisiac my tentacles exude makes things very enjoyable.”

“You…”

“Sh, just enjoy yourself.”

    Jungwoo gave you a quick kiss, he then went down to your chest, pressing a kiss between your breasts before taking one into his mouth. You let out a moan, losing any sense of self control, slowly but surely. The tentacle between your legs kept teasing you, and then it started swirling around your entrance, making you needy. One of Jungwoo’s hands also dove down there, playing with your clit. You were already so wet with a foreign substance, and before you could wonder about the taste, a tentacle softly pushed into your mouth. It felt like a gummy, and had a sweet cherry taste to it. You were already so lost in your own pleasure you were practically a rag doll.

“Do you feel good?” Jungwoo asked, before seeing what was happening. “Ah, I see someone got greedy. Shall I?”

    You were more focused on gently sucking on the tentacle in your mouth, getting addicted to the taste, although someone wanted a taste too. The tentacle pulled out with a loud pop, giving you a second to breathe before Jungwoo was kissing you. His own lips were already shining, and just gave you a fresh taste of cherry. His hand moved away from your clit, wanting to hold your head and keep you close as his lips devoured you.

“You’re so beautiful.”

“Hm…”

    You had sex with Jungwoo before, but not like this. You couldn’t even fathom what it had been like for him, holding all this back. You thought to say something, but the words caught in your throat as you felt a tentacle push into you. They had been teasing for so long you didn’t see it coming, and it slid in so easily, stretching you out softly. A moan escaped your lips instead, and swear your eyes rolled to the back of your head. The tentacle went in as deep as it could, making you feel so incredibly full. You thought you had hit the ceiling until another tentacle started teasing your clit, adding another sensation.

“So fucked out already, love?” Jungwoo chuckled. “You must feel amazing.”

“Ye… yes… fuck…”

“So hot.”

    You were barely getting used to the tentacle buried inside you when it began moving. Not as you thought, back and forth, but swirling around, stretching you out more and more, trying to squeeze more in. Your hands gripped at the bed sheets just as the tentacles holding your arms let go and grabbed your legs, pulling them apart to let the other get deeper.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…”

“I know, baby. We’re getting to the good part.”

    You didn’t really know what he meant by that, but you were focusing more on the attention your body was getting. By now you were practically shining from head to toe, feeling warm and fuzzy all over. Jungwoo’s hand found his way between your legs again, two fingers shoving their way into you alongside the tentacle. He was looking around for something, and when he found it he started working it over. A new wave of pleasure washed over you as he kept hitting your sweet spot, plus the stimulation on your clit, it was too much. The heat that was building was suddenly ablaze and you knew you were seconds away from climaxing. 

    Jungwoo could see it too, stealing a kiss from you as your vision went white. You moaned into his mouth, your whole body shaking with impossible levels of pleasure, your hips shaking and greedily trying to get more. You didn’t even get any relief as you came down, the tentacles and fingers still moving and taking advantage of your sensitive state. Jungwoo reached over to take one of your hands and guide it down to wrap around his cock. You don’t know when he completely undressed, but it didn’t matter. He got your hand into a good rhythm as you pumped his shaft, feeling precum coat your hand and get smeared all over. You knew where this was going, and simply imaging it made you lick your lips.

“Easy love, soon.”

    Whatever he meant by soon wasn’t fast enough but eventually you got what you wanted. You whined as the tentacle slowly pulled out, leaving you empty and needy. Jungwoo pulled your hand away and kissed. Since you were already stretched out it was so easy for Jungwoo to slide in. The tentacle was lovely, but feeling a nice cock inside, and squeezing down on it just hit differently. You moaned, a blissed out expression on your face. There was no way you fully recovered from your first orgasm as Jungwoo was already working a second one out of you. He started of slow, teasing you, before getting into a good rhythm, and getting rough.

“Fuck, Jungwoo… ah, fuck…”

“I got you, I got you. Just get ready for me.”

“Hm…”

    You moved your hips in time with Jungwoo, not sure how you had the energy for it, maybe you were just hungry for him. You were stretched out so good, and then you felt the tip of a tentacle teasing at your entrance, wanting to go back in as well. Jungwoo leaned down to kiss you, whispering words of encouragement. He took another shot at your lips as the tentacle pushed its way in, stretching you out way more than you were used to. You whimper, needing a moment to get used to the size, but it felt so good regardless of the pain.

“You’re so fucken hot like this baby.”

“Jungwoo…”

“Sh, just take it all in. I know it’s too much for your mind to handle, but I got you.”

“Ah…”

    Jungwoo held your gaze, looking at the expressions on your face. He had been looking forward to this so much, and he was enjoying every moment of it. Even as he was reaching his own climax he held your gaze. As he got close all the tentacles got relentless, wanting you both to cum together, and when you squeezed him tightly from reaching your high he spilled his seed into you. He kept pushing into you, wanting his cum to go deeper inside, and stay put to plug you up. You felt so warm inside, wanting to wrap your legs around him, but they were still held apart. All you could do was moan, trying to keep a blurry Jungwoo in your vision.

“I’m gonna take you home…”

“Hm…”

    Jungwoo pressed his head against yours, the two of you trying to catch your breath. You were both sticky and covered in a mix of sweat and tentacle shine. In a strange way you felt so loved, more than any normal person could give you. At this point you might actually pass out, especially when Jungwoo started moving again, a wet sound filling your ears.

“You wanna come home with me baby girl?”

“Home…”

“You’ll love it. It’s like this world but better, especially for the little ones.”

“Little…”

    Even in your haze that phrase seemed to pull you to the surface. You squirmed for a moment before your arms were grabbed again, and all the tentacles pulled your limbs taut, keeping you still.

“You… you…” Your eyes glanced down to see Jungwoo and a tentacle buried deep inside you. “I’m… I’m not on anything…”

“I know. I’m glad I didn’t have to worry about that.”

“No… you can’t… you’re not…”

“We don’t just look like humans, but have some other similarities.”

    Jungwoo carefully moved back as the tentacle kept his cum in you. He leaned down and kissed at your belly, another tentacle coming over to gently rub it.

“You’re gonna look so beautiful soon enough.”

“No, no, no! You can’t!”

    You tried to struggle, but you were held still, starting to panic. Jungwoo took you by surprise with a kiss, trying to calm you down. It didn’t do much so a tentacle pushed its way past your lips, the sweet cherry taste already acting like a sedative, the limb itself swirling around in a soft soothing rhythm. Soon enough you were lulled back into a blissful state, vaguely watching Jungwoo pressing more kisses to your belly.

“We have a long night ahead of us.”

[sukirichi]

— out of reach | gojo x reader

request: Girllllll I just read your jealous gojo fic and my heart went 📈📈📈📈💥💥💥 youre now one of my fav writers 🙏🧎‍♀️And the spicy parts 😫😫😫 💖 If your asks are still open, could I please request a fic where GOJO has a size kink 🥺🥺🥺 my 5’1 ass is obsessed with that shizzzz 

pov: you’re gojo’s childhood friend and roommate – which leads to utter chaos – or perhaps utter bliss?

warnings: size kink, lots of teasing, lots of cursing, dirty talk, choking (probably not in the way you think), body worship, lots of size difference scenes, slight manhandling, overstimulation, thigh fucking, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (don’t do this irl guys) + unedited fic :D

notes: idk what happened here LMAOOO but i loved writing this one because i’m short as hell too lol. thanks for this request anon, i hope you like it! <3

word count: 10.5k

masterlist ! 

If you’re going to be honest, having Gojo as a roommate is something completely unexpected.

Not only are you two from entirely different worlds – him as a jujutsu sorcerer and you as an average human who can’t see curses – but he’s also just someone who is entirely out of your league. He’s respected and looked up to in his field of work, while half of your co-workers don’t even know your name, much less notice you in function parties where you mostly just nibble on sushi before calling it a day and turning back home.

You and Gojo met in elementary school. You could tell from the way he’s surrounded by servants and stern looking adults, firm hands on his small shoulders, that he was different from everyone else.

Apparently, he comes from one of the three big clans in the jujutsu world or whatever. You honestly don’t care about any of that, because Gojo refuses to act maturely about his role in the clan. You still remember how quiet he was on the first day of school, never smiling and keeping to himself despite your persuasion to eat lunch with him or play with him after school in the courtyard.

You miss that Gojo Satoru – the quiet, serious kid who was far too gentle in his actions yet firm in his words and beliefs. When you were still a little girl, you admired how he seemed older than his age, a wistful look in those azure blue eyes of his that you’ve always loved.

To you, Gojo Satoru was your hero. You’ve always been one of the shortest kids in class, and it didn’t help that you really loved pigtails all the way until middle school that made you an easy target from immature people who’s being hit way too fast by puberty and growing each passing day. You never minded your short stature because really, it’s just height, but you couldn’t ignore how your confidence dwindled each day when they called you several array of nicknames.

Too shy to fight back, you’d laugh it off or force a smile.

Gojo wasn’t having any of it. He’d break his silence and immediately pull you to his side (which only made things worse because Gojo was one of the tallest kids in class, further emphasizing how small you are right next to him) before threatening to smack the kids right in the face.

The threat should be enough to land him detention, but because he’s Gojo Satoru, the golden kid everyone loved, they took his word seriously.

At the age of eleven, you started seeing your best friend as your knight in shining armour. Gojo basked in this, growing protective and always glaring at whoever snickered when you walked past them. Sometimes he even bared his teeth to hiss at them, which was honestly so ridiculous now that you think about, though the message – the threat – always came across loud and clear.

So yeah, you love Gojo, you still do.

Years flew by and the two of you grew apart due to work and also as a part of growing up. You still kept in contact, messaging each other once a month to ask the other how they’re doing. His work kept him extremely busy though, and Gojo didn’t want you involved in the dangers of what he’s doing, so he makes sure to keep a safe distance.

Until six months ago, you hear a banging on your door. You’re just about ready to throw hands because your former roommate moved out to live with her stoner boyfriend, leaving you to shoulder all the bills and responsibilities of maintaining a two man apartment.

A sneer forms on your lips as you swing the door open, a scowl already on your face. You assumed it was your roommate who returned to get the pair of lace panties they left in their room, but instead, your childhood friend stands before you, taller (seriously, how has he not stopped growing?) and definitely a lot hotter than the last time you saw him.

One thing leads to another, and now it feels like there was never such distance between the two of you with how easily you both fell back into a comfortable – yet chaotic – rhythm and routine of being each other’s roommate.

Not that you mind, of course. Gojo’s definitely changed a lot from when you were kids. He’s no longer that stiff or sensitive when it comes to others. In fact, it seems like he loosens up a lot more with age, because you can barely recognize the man living under the same roof with you now.

For one thing, Gojo is loud. Like really talkative, won’t shut the fuck up and speaks like he’s in a screaming contest with someone. It doesn’t matter if you’re taking an important phone call or sleepwalking at three in the morning to pee, Gojo is always creating some sort of ruckus.

You’d never admit it out loud, but you loved it. You love him.

He’s definitely a lot more enthusiastic and fun to be with now that both of you have grown up, or in Gojo’s case, simply aged. His maturity reversed backwards because it feels like you’re taking care of a little kid.

Not only does his body clock is practically non-existent, he’s also horrible when it comes to taking care of himself and being punctual with work.

Fortunately for him, you love him, and you both leave for work at the same time. You always wake up earlier to prepare breakfast so you’d both have energy to start the day – although you highly doubt there’s really anything that depletes his endless source of one.

Sleepily walking through the kitchen with your fist rubbing at your eyes, you rummage through the refrigerator for some eggs when you realize there’s none.

Huh, you think to yourself, scratching your scalp. You’re sure that Gojo went grocery shopping last week since it’s his chore to do the outside stuff like buying groceries and throwing thrash, so where did it go?

You open shelf by shelf, checking each corner and shoving cans aside to look for the tray. With a glare, you stand on your tiptoes to pull the pantry open, only to have your mouth fall aghast because it’s all there – right at the back where you can’t reach it!

Fucking Satoru, you grit your teeth while heaving your body up onto the counter. It’s a struggle because not only are your muscles still half asleep, but because the shelf is right in your face, and if you’re not careful enough, you could hit it right with your face and fall over. Of fucking course you know Satoru did this to make fun of you – and now you retract your statement over your best friend.

It’s all a lie.

He’s a pain in the ass. Why do you even bother cooking for him and letting him live literally just a room away when you know he won’t stop pulling shit like this?

Because, the nagging voice in your head tries to mock, he’s your best friend and you can’t really say no to him. This makes you huff as you carefully pull the tray towards you, hooking two fingers at the edge while your other palm grips at the end of the counter for support. No thanks to your short limbs, you’re practically hogging the shelf by now in an attempt to reach it. You look ridiculous, that’s for sure, and you make a mental note to keep Satoru’s windows open tonight so he freezes to death –

“Aw, cupcake,” a sing-song voice emerges from the other side of the room. “You look so adorable. You should’ve woke me up if you need my help.”

“Fuck off, Satoru,” you flip him off. The man only laughs, the rambunctious sound echoing off the walls. It’s way too early in the morning and he’s already so damn loud; something builds up at the back of your head out of frustration already. His grin only gets wider when you finally got the eggs and clutch it your chest, setting it down on the counter while wiping your sweat away from your face. “Freeloader,” you mutter under your breath, ignoring him when he happily skips over to you.

“Ouch,” he places a palm over his chest, although you both know he’s never really affected by anything. “So what’s for breakfast today? You?”

“You know, I can kick you out anytime I want. I’m being extremely nice even going as far to cook you breakfast before you leave for work, so don’t test my patience.”

“Exactly, my best friend is so kind,” Satoru grows the audacity to rest his arm on your head. This triggers a reflexive response from you; shoulders tensing up and hands curling into fists beside you. “I would totally date her if she wasn’t such a temperamental little devil,” you nearly stab him with a fork with his statement, which he thinks he’s being so sly for but you heard it, and you’re most definitely not pleased with it. “Okay, I’m kidding! I’m going to go shower now!”

You roll your eyes at him and heat the pan over with some oil, muttering under your breath that you’re really going to kick him out soon. As if things couldn’t get worse – as if Satoru couldn’t get any worse – he smacks your backside in the process before darting to the showers.

“Gojo Satoru!”

“Morning, best friend, love ya!”

You were right. He is a pain in the ass.

“You don’t always have to walk me to work.”

“I know.”

“So why’re you still here? I’m not a little kid anymore,” Contrary to your words, you stick closer to Satoru when the morning rush of workers and students begin to crowd the streets. Your best friend notices this with a small smile, his hand resting on the small of your back. “Don’t even try, Satoru.”

“I wasn’t saying anything.”

“I know that look on your face,” you fiddle with the buttons of your uniform, sighing when Satoru follows you inside the bus after tapping your phone for two seats. It’s not a surprise to you anymore that most of your expenses are spent by him, for him, and he lazily sprawls his long limbs across the seat before you pulling you down right next to him.

As much as you hate this man, especially because he smirks at the attention he’s receiving from women – even men – in the bus, you have to admit he’s warm and smells damn good. You bite the inside of your cheeks, looking around in slight self-consciousness before inching a little closer, just to feel his warmth. He’s comforting – irrationally so – so you set your bag between the both of you to keep your sanity. “If you keep doing this, Principal Yaga might fire your ass because you’re never on time.”

“Trust me, cupcake, he won’t. I’m too valuable for that.”

How you saw that coming – you can’t tell anymore. The bus ride is relatively quiet and eventless, with you dozing off every now and then because you’re never a morning person. Thankfully, Satoru is more respectful this time around, lolling your head until it drops to his shoulder. After that, he snakes his arm around your waist before resting it on your thigh as a way to say you don’t have to head bang every damn second and just sleep.

On any other occasion, you would’ve hated it. You always look so small whenever you’re in Satoru’s presence. It doesn’t help that he’s long and lanky, either, his slender fingers effortlessly caressing your thigh while almost your entire body is flushed next to him. But right now, he’s too warm, too soft, and you’re too tired that for just a little bit, you allow yourself to relax.

A beeping wakes you up a moment later. Opening your eyes, you push yourself off Satoru when you see an old lady reaching for the handles. No one gave up their seats for her even as the bus driver asked her to find a seat lest she’d fall.

“Grandma, here, take my seat—” You’re about to stand up and offer it to her when Satoru tugs you by the wrist. Because of your small, wobbly composure, pulling you to him takes little to no effort. You end up on his lap, sitting on him as if you’re nothing but a small, dainty schoolbag. Satoru is clearly enjoying this because you feel him breathily laugh on the back of your neck, charming – annoyingly so – as he gestures to the now empty spot beside him.

“It’s no worries, Grandma. She’ll be fine,” he gestures to you, patting your head like you’re some puppy. “Please, take a seat. The bus is already moving.”

“Satoru, get off me,” You wriggle yourself from his hold, which only ends up in wasted effort because this big oaf doesn’t even budge. He even bounces you on one of his thighs, and you dig your nails into his arms as a silent plead for him to stop. He ignores this, ignores your small whines and the apparent embarrassment that has you debating whether to punch him or hide yourself in the safety of his uniform.

“She’s a feisty little one, isn’t she?”

The old lady watches the two of you banter, giggling behind her wrinkled hands. “You’re an adorable couple.”

“I think so too!”

“You’re so going to pay for this, Satoru,” you grumble, face planted onto your palms. This is it – the worst day of your life. It’s even worse because despite your protests, you have to admit his lap is actually comfortable. You’ve already known this before after countless times of cuddling with Satoru during movie nights, but its different when you’re both out in public. It feels...oddly intimate and maybe even romantic when he rubs soothing circles at your back, almost as if apologizing for this event. Most of all, you just hate the way something pools beneath your stomach at having him so close to you like this. “This is so embarrassing. I’m practically crushing you with my weight.”

“Please, cupcake, you barely weigh anything. I could easily lift you off with just my finger,” when you elbow him in the chest, Satoru only laughs, raising both hands up in surrender. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry, I’ll stop teasing.”

You give up. No one seems to be paying much attention to any of you anyway, so you sigh, letting yourself hide in the crook of his neck as you watch the city pass through the windows. Your body moves as his chest rises and falls from his breathing, the movement oddly comforting. It’s embarrassing – it really is – but at least the grandma was comfortable until Satoru drops you off near your building.

“You don’t have to walk me all the way there.”

“Why not? You don’t want people to see us together or something?”

“No,” you stare at him from the corner of your eye. It’s no secret Satoru is attractive. This bastard knows it too, judging from the way he confidently and arrogantly swaggers next to you, hands shoved deep in his pockets as he walked with no care in the world. “My co-workers keep asking me for your number every time I tell them we’re not dating. It’s getting annoying at this point how they go Satoru this and Satoru that.”

“Am I hearing it right? Is cupcake jealous?”

“I’m not jealous, I’m disgusted,” you correct, “They don’t know how much of a pain you are to have around. They’re so focused with your looks that they completely overlook the fact you can’t even wash your dirty underwear!”

Satoru frowns at this, pointing his finger to you as if you’ve accused him of a huge crime. “Hey, I wash my underwear.”

“Yeah and last time you did, you mixed it with whites! My work uniform turned a stupid shade of blue! Now I can’t picture the colour of your boxers out of my head and it’s giving me a headache!”

“Wow, Y/N,” the smirk on his face and the sudden drop of nicknames lets you know you’ve said something wrong. Even behind his blindfold, you could tell his eyes are just sparkling with amusement. He’s enjoying this way too much. “I never thought you’d ever picture my boxers. I mean, I don’t mind showing it to you if you ask nicely—”

“Ugh, you’re so hopeless. I’m going to work.”

Gojo laughs when you jog away from him. He catches up with you in a matter of seconds, only having to take a few steps forward before he’s right beside you again. You’re unsure if you should be annoyed it’s so easy for him to always be right next to you, and how he almost always is right next to you while you prefer running away. It muddles with your heart and mind so much you pinch the bridge of your nose, trying not to be swayed by the sickeningly sweet sound of his laughter. “I can’t pick you up later, okay? I might work overtime!” (that’s a lie since Gojo prefers shopping and sightseeing)

Both of you know that’s a lie. Gojo never works overtime. He’s going to work for a few hours and so and call playing around with his students as “on-hand learning” before he goes shopping for stupid souvenirs and wild-flavoured mochis, then end his day by sightseeing and coming back home.

“Wasn’t expecting you to,” you mumble, waving goodbye to him as the office doors close. Slowly, Satoru’s grin and enthusiastic farewell fades into view until nothing but the pale, silver walls of your office greets you.

Funny how you claim to hate this man so much, yet the moment he’s out of sight, everything becomes dull and pointless.

It’s an absolutely shitty day. Your equally shitty boss blames you for something you didn’t even do, all because his incompetent secretary – who you’re sure he’s sleeping with – lost this month’s report and claimed she handed it to you last week when you’re not involved in that kind of work. Logic doesn’t come by them because your boss publicly humiliates and scolds you, calling you all kinds of names until tears are streaming down your face.

You slam the door shut the moment you get home, kicking your shoes off as you head straight to your room. You don’t bother taking your makeup off anymore as you change into a loose shirt and floral cotton shirts, padding to the kitchen after seeing Satoru is well nestled into the couch.

At least someone’s had a good day.

Seeing as the sink is empty, he probably hasn’t eaten dinner. This makes you sigh, because when will he ever learn to look after himself? He’s literally like a child.

Satoru pauses whatever he’s watching before he hovers over you, head tilted to the side as he gazes at you with curiosity. You ignore him and begin to set down some bowls and chopsticks for dinner, all the while Satoru is studying every inch of your tightly pulled face. “Bad day?” he concludes.

“Hmm.”

“Bad day it is then,” he nods to himself. “I can cook dinner, if you want.”

“And have you burn my apartment? No thanks,” you scoff, pushing him aside to retrieve the pans when you see that he’s placed them above again, even after you’ve reminded countless times to just leave it near the holders in the sink. “Ugh, why do you keep putting the pans in this shelf? You know I can’t reach this. I’ve had enough with you pulling pranks on me, and don’t think I’ve forgotten you placed my shampoo above the shower head today, you idiot,” you snarl and hop over the counter again to get the pans, trying your best to fight back the tears that are threatening to fall. “You’re really bothersome, you know that?”

“Then why don’t you kick me out?” he challenges, completely oblivious to how you’re struggling – both physically and emotionally. “You always complain about me being a nuisance here, but you’re not really doing anything to keep me out.”

“Because where else would you go?”

“Technically, I have a room back at the Institute.”

“Yeah, but because you’re so stupid and reckless that you got kicked out of your own home,” you spat out, and you watch as Satoru raises a brow at your statement. Banter is common between the both of you, but something about the intensity of your gaze lets him know you’re serious this time around. “I don’t even know how Yuuji puts up with you. That poor Megumi is right when he says you’re insufferable. You’re good for nothing!”

Satoru scoffs, “Fine, if you hate me that much, why didn’t you just say so earlier? I could easily pack my bags and go since I’m just making everything harder—” Satoru doesn’t get to finish what he’s saying when your hand over the counter that acts as support slips under you, and you fall, legs bent awkwardly while you scream, preparing yourself for the impact. The pan is long forgotten, your only thought was oh my god, so this is how I die.

But it never came, and you keep your eyes shut tight even as warm hands cup your ass. Satoru is breathing hard under you. Finally gaining the courage to crack an eye open, your breath halts when you see that he’s sitting on the floor, with you safely nestled between him.

Satoru has always had pretty eyes, but it’s rare he takes off his blindfold off even when he’s home. This is one of those rare occurrences that he seems like a normal human, dressed in a gray sweatshirt that hands low from his collarbones and magnetic blue eyes staring right back at you. His touch is gentle, almost as if he’s afraid to hurt you, and his voice that is usually loud and teasing comes out breathy and hesitant.

“Are you okay?”

Your gaze drops down to his lips. He’s close, so close, that if you just lean a little closer you could – you snap out of your daze. “Get off me.”

“Cupcake, you’re the one who’s on top of me,” his voice falls an octave lower, eyes flitting down to your clothing – or rather the lack of it – before Satoru takes a deep breath. “Did you really have to wear that?”

“I have the right to wear whatever I want in the comfort of my own home.”

“I wasn’t complaining,” he raised a brow, this time completely in control of himself as he gazes back up at you with a burning gaze. You see nothing but the way one corner of his lips tilt up, almost teasing, and he looks so much like a shit-eater that you feel heat crawl down your spine.

You push yourself off him but your bent foot behind you slips, and you fall forward with your hands clutching his strong shoulders. Satoru catches your leg behind you, drags it forward until your knee is pressed in between one of your warmth, very much still enjoying the way you wriggle away from his hold. He knows his effect on you – but you deny this wholeheartedly.

“Careful, cupcake. This isn’t a slip and slide.”

“I hate you so much,” you bare your teeth at him, slapping his chest until he finally lets go of you. Turning your back to him, you pick up the pan and begin preparing your dinner, muttering curses under your breath as you heat up the stove. “I’m kicking you out tomorrow.”

“Why not now?”

“Eat your damn dinner first.”

Dinner after that is awkward. Although Gojo is someone who can wolf down his meal in three seconds, he takes his time in eating to start conversation with you. Sometimes he asks decent questions like how your day was or he’d talk about something stupid, but he’s quiet the whole time. He even volunteers to do the dishes before retreating to his room, coating the house in silence.

It almost feels like you’re all alone over again.

You’ve gotten so used to him being an utter mess everywhere that when he’s not trying to piss you off and actually giving you the much needed peace, you begin to hate it. Memories of the rude things you’ve said to him a while ago play and in your head, and you bang your head against the wall repeatedly.

How are you supposed to apologize to Satoru now?

The answer doesn’t come until you stare at your walls, wide awake at midnight. The house is still eerily silent and you don’t stop shuffling around your bed in discomfort. Many times, you wished that Satoru would shut up and leave you alone, but now that he’s actually done that, it feels weird. Uncomfortable. It feels wrong.

With a grunt, you kick off the sheets and carefully tread to his room, knocking lightly in case he’s already sleeping. “Satoru?” you call out, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. “Are you awake?”

You’ve seen Satoru angry as kids before, but what would he be like now? Would he still want to be your friend? Would he still annoy you by hiding your things somewhere you can’t reach? Or would he be the who is now out of reach? If he leaves...who’s going to walk you to work? Who’s going to complain he doesn’t want to do groceries but buys you things you don’t ask for but want anyway? Who’s going to keep teasing the living daylights out of you if not him?

All these thoughts claw at the back of your mind until your bottom lip trembles. You hate how weak you feel; how you’re never careful with your words.

You never meant it when you said all that.

Your train of thought is cut off when the door swings open, revealing an equally tired-looking Satoru. At the sight of you peering up at him with glossy eyes, he pushes the door wider and steps closer to you, his large hands cupping your face as he leans down in worry. “Cupcake,” his brows pinch together, “Did something happen? Is something wrong?”

“I just wanted to apologize for everything I said,” you blurt out, “I was just tired from work and my boss was being shitty, so I wasn’t totally myself that time and I’m really sorry I took my anger out on you. I didn’t mean it when I said you’re insufferable and that I’m kicking you out so – yeah,” you breathe out, trailing your gaze downwards to stare at your feet instead. It’s difficult to look him in the eye right now. When you finally gain courage to speak again, it barely comes out as a whimper, your hands delicately tugging at his shirt. “Please stay. I like having my best friend around here.”

Satoru doesn’t answer.

You’re about to look up at him just in case you’ve said something wrong, or worse, he refuses to forgive you, but then – “Yeah, I know you wouldn’t kick me out. You’re too much of a darling to say no to me.”

Sigh. Satoru laughs when he sees your shoulders deflate, absolutely shattered in exhaustion. Hiding your smile to now show him you’re relieved, you punch his chest that really feels like a fly had accidentally flew into him. “Way to ruin the mood, Satoru. And here I thought I could have a serious conversation with you for once.”

“Apology accepted,” he beams, tilting your chin upwards so you could look at him. Even in the darkness of his room, his eyes glow, leaving you hypnotized in its beauty. “Plus, I think I’m the one who should apologize. You’re right; I haven’t been the best roommate and I am a freeloader,” he scratches the side of his head in thought. “But I do buy you food all the time though.”

“Yeah, with my money,” you counter, but you don’t really care anymore at this point. You’re beyond elated you’re both fine now, and you shyly gesture to his big, warm bed that suddenly looks so comfortable. “Can I stay here for tonight?”

“You want Satoru’s bear hug?”

“Yes, I do.” There’s no hesitation in your words and you don’t complain anymore when he easily picks you up like a ragdoll using only one arm. He’s surprisingly gentle when he places you both down on the bed, sheets warm and soft as it blankets over you.

It would be perfect – except it’s so damn awkward.

Gojo’s long limbs are everywhere. Your face is pressed into his chest, both your legs tangled together. His arm is sprawled over the curve of your hip, his hand nearly grazing your ass that’s barely covered by the thin material of your shorts, but if he shifts, he’ll end up cupping the back of your thighs which is equally uncomfortable.

He seems to be stuck in the same position because you’re so small, and your knees are grazing his groin. Had he known you’re going to sleep with him, he would’ve worn underwear or even boxers under his sweatpants.

He’s never told you before, but he prefers to sleep in the nude. Satoru only picked up the nearest pair of pants when he heard you knock, and even then, he didn’t have the time to wear a shirt.

Your breath is hot on his skin and he’s so sensitive and aware of all your movements. Satoru clears his throat awkwardly, shifting until his arm lightly holds your back instead, but then he pulls away as if he’s touched fire when he’d unknowingly fiddled with your bra clasp instead. It’s so painfully awkward that Satoru chuckles above you, while you scrunch your nose, silently praying to the heavens above that he won’t hear how loud your heart is beating right now.

“Why is it so hot in your own room?”

“Maybe it’s time you get me an AC.”

“You wish, Satoru,” you mumble beneath him, making yourself as comfortable as you can with your cheek resting on his bicep. It’s not the softest pillow considering he’s pretty muscular, but he’s warm and smells like mint spice nevertheless. “You’re really not going to put on a shirt?”

Satoru sighs, a long and loud one that is extended for dramatic purposes. Suddenly, he pushes your knee off of him, grimacing and thanking the darkness that you can’t see how much he’s struggling right now. “Cupcake, this is hard for me as much as it is for you. You’re barely wearing anything.”

“Since when have you cared about what I wear?”

“I’m a man, Y/N,” is what he reasons with, “You’re lucky it’s me. Had it been someone else and you crawled into their bed wearing these—” Satoru pinches the waistband of your shorts, and you squeal in protest, only making him laugh afterwards before he lets it go and the material snaps back at your skin, “—poor excuse of what you call shorts, I can’t guarantee they’ll give you a peaceful night.”

You know exactly what he’s trying to hint at. Still, it’s hard to believe that Satoru is capable of seeing you that way.

It’s not that you feel you’re unattractive. You know you’re pretty and have been out on many dates, but it’s easy to feel that you’re not sexy when you have the height of a thirteen year old and you’ve been constantly chastised about it.

Satoru’s not-compliment compliment has your heart skipping a beat, and you scoff in response. “Shut up,” you warn lamely, “I want to sleep.”

“Then let’s sleep, cupcake.” You don’t know if it’s because you’re utterly exhausted that you doze off seconds later or if Satoru’s words just held power in them, but soon all thoughts of anything unwanted drifts out the window, his arms keeping you close, completely safe and sound until the worst nightmares couldn’t even come close.

Hot. It’s extremely hot.

You crack an eye open to try and find the source of this uncomfortable heat, but you freeze when you realize you can’t feel your muscles from the chin down. Panic rises in your throat once you see the current predicament you’re in, and a scream rips through your throat so loud that the birds outside scurry away in a flurry.

You’re wrapped in Satoru’s blanket and comforter, rendering you unable to move because of how he’d treated you like a burrito wrap. Even your toes are captured inside this hell, and only your head is able to wriggle side to side.

“Satoru!”

The culprit comes out of the shower a split second later, his hair dripping wet and only a towel hanging low from his lips. If you weren’t so hell-bent on killing him, you would’ve been speechless at the way water drips from his hair down to the curves of his abs, going down down down into a place only your darkest imaginations could take you.

Satoru bends over in laughter as he whips out his phone, jumping from angle to angle and side to side to take photos of you. “Fuck,” he howls, slapping his thigh while you snarl in an attempt to break free. “You’re a lot cuter than I thought you’d be.”

“Satoru! Get me out of here!”

“No, this is way too gold. I’m sending these to my students.”

“Satoru, I’m serious!” The devil incarnate himself falls deaf to your please.

Maybe it’s because the violent intent has coursed through your veins so strongly that a surge of energy and strength overcomes you, and soon, you’ve rolled out of the blanket. The fresh air nipping at your heated skin is most welcomed, but right now, you had a mission to fulfil: obliterate Gojo Satoru.

The platinum haired man is still laughing to himself, too distracted in scrolling through the best photos to send to his students that he doesn’t notice you escaping and zooming straight right at him.

The momentum is enough to catch him off guard until you end up on top of him, short arms clawing your way through to snatch his phone. Satoru yelps when his phone lands out into the living room and your hands come down to choke him. You don’t have plans to kill him, but you want to hurt him enough to remind him you’re not someone he can fuck with.

You’ve just about had enough of this man and you’re so sick of him!

Satoru yells out a “Hey!” when you let out a battle cry, using your legs to kick him back when he tries to sit up. Your plan backfires when your hands slip down his wet skin and you fall face forwards, hands barely touching the ground for support when your lips come crashing down on his.

He stills underneath you. It takes a moment for you to realize that holy shit, you’re kissing him and his lips are so soft that has you scrambling back, but Satoru doesn’t let you.

His large hand comes up at the back of your neck to pull you forward. The sudden movement makes you gasp, and Satoru slips his tongue inside when you do so. You no longer remember how you got here or try to make sense of what’s going on, because he feels so good, tastes so good that you bury your nails in his hair while he ravishes your mouth.

You’re so tiny that his hand cups your entire buttcheek almost possessively, a low growl emanating deep in his throat when your tongue eagerly intertwines with his. Satoru tastes like heaven and everything about the kiss is sloppy – tongue clashing with one another and teeth nibbling at the other’s lips. It’s clear both of you can’t get enough of one another as you moan in his mouth, shamelessly grinding on his crotch, suddenly thankful that you’re always wearing thin clothes when you feel him harden underneath you.

“Fuck, baby,” he pulls away to breathe, a string of saliva connecting the both of you. “Yeah, just like that,” There’s something empowering about the way he pants at your ministrations, especially when you roll your hips faster across his erection. “Keep going, baby, you’re doing – fuck – so well.”

You smirk at his praises, latching your teeth on his neck to suck marks on them. Satoru groans at the same time you muffle your moans through his skin, his hands sliding under your shirt to tug the cups of your bra down. You nearly lose it when he pinches your nipple, bolts of electricity running down your spine at the contact. A moan breaks through your lips just as you come right there and then, the wetness of your sudden orgasm barely hidden in your flimsy underwear.

“Feel good?” he teases and drags your shirt down to the other side, but the post-nut clarity hits. And when it does, it hits hard.

Fuck. You just came from Satoru’s simple touches, and he’s so unsatisfied, still painfully hard underneath you but nothing but panic and regret washes over you like a strong tidal wave. Suddenly, you grow lightheaded as you push yourself off him, fixing your bra while ignoring the confused and hurt look on his face.

“I gotta go to work,” you run out the room, feeling your body tremble as Satoru runs after you. “Make yourself breakfast. I’ll eat on the way out.”

“Y/N, wait!”

You know you’ve just ruined everything – that nothing will ever be the same after that – but you’re scared, utterly and remorsefully so, that you slam the door right in his face as if you don’t have any idea how much you broke him.

You’ll never forget the way Satoru’s face fell when you left.

Just as you thought, nothing is the same after that. The tension is so thick around the apartment you make an effort and go out of your way just to avoid him and the apartment completely.

It’s cowardly – you know this much – but do you ever try to fix the friendship you cherish but shattered completely? You don’t. You don’t because it only crashes down onto you now that maybe your feelings for him aren’t just platonic, after all. It’s even worse because you touch yourself at the thought of him filling you up when he’s asleep, all because you want him so bad and the mere presence of him has your brain malfunctioning.

It isn’t entirely sexual either. Yes, you want to fuck him badly, but it scares you down to the core even more because you want so much more than that.

Now you understand why you always say he’s a bother but never asked him to leave. It’s because you like him, actually romantically interested in him. It makes sense now why you always felt so annoyed whenever your co-workers asked for his number, or how you’re immediately pissed off when Satoru talks about this hot woman he saw at work. You always chalk it up to an excuse you just hate how he can’t keep in his pants, but it isn’t true at all.

It’s because you actually like him – and you’re at a loss on what to do or how to deal with it.

The next few days feels like hell. Satoru isn’t stupid; he knows you’re avoiding him. He stops teasing you eventually and even buys takeout all the time when you lock yourself up in your room right after work, refusing to cook dinner or even eat all so you’d be spared the torture of looking at him.

He’d knock at your door and ask you to eat, but other than that, he’s respected your distance.

You feel like the most terrible person on earth. You don’t miss the way dark circles line under his eyes or how he’s lost his spark, barely even speaking to you when you’ve come or about to leave for work.

You’re alone the whole ride, as well, and it only dawns on you how lonely you are when Satoru isn’t always annoying you all the time.

But it doesn’t make sense. Why is he so bothered by it? Didn’t he regret it? It’s painfully clear you’re not Satoru’s type. You’ve seen the women he dated before, and you’re not close to them so why does he seem like he’s struggling with this as well? Or maybe...he’s just sad that his friend is avoiding him.

Yeah, that has to be it.

Satoru is a man. He was probably turned on at that time, but after giving some thought about it, he probably wants to keep his distance too. He’d be insane if he ever actually wants to date you – his best friend out of all people – because he’s Gojo Satoru and he could literally have everyone else.

You don’t care that you’re a coward.

You don’t care that Satoru is sad to see you this way.

You don’t care because you know he’ll reject you, you know he’ll be weirded if you admit your feelings for him. To him, you’re like his little sister. There’s just no way you two would work out. For now, you have to get comfortable with the uncomfortable. You just need some time to get over your feelings for him, and when you’re confident you won’t fall for him again, you’ll mend your friendship.

You just need time.

“So, Y/N, you still don’t want to give us your friend’s number?”

“Yeah, Y/N, you should share it,” your co-worker encourages by jabbing her shoulder to yours. It’s a lazy Friday night and the staff went out for dinner. You don’t usually come to these hangouts since dinner with Satoru is always much more fun, but he’s the last person you want to think about now, so you happily join them. Now, though, you’re starting to regret ever coming here. “If he’s really single like you said, then it shouldn’t be a big deal to ask for it.”

“Well, since you want it so badly, why don’t you ask him directly for it instead?” you snap, feeling anger begin to trickle. All you wanted was just one day where you don’t have to think of him, but of course they had to bring him up. It’s also annoying how they can never seem to get the message across that you don’t want them dating him. “Why do I have to be the messenger?”

“We haven’t seen him much. Doesn’t he always walk you to work?”

“He’s been busy with his job, that’s all.” And also because I’m avoiding him – so now he’s avoiding me too.

“He’s a teacher, right?”

“Oh, come on, guys, don’t be so dense,” your senpai chugged her drink rather loudly, catching the attention of your nosy co-workers who wouldn’t stop pestering you for his number. “Look at how uncomfortable she looks. It’s obvious she doesn’t want you guys to be involved with her friend for a reason. Think of how weird it is for her too if ever her co-worker and best friend dated. She’s going to feel like a third wheel.”

“I’m not—”

“That makes sense,” your co-worker nodded beside you, “Are you sure you just don’t like him though?”

“Ew, why would I?” the food began to taste bitter through your lies, “He may be tall and attractive, but as his roommate, I’ve seen his ugly side. Satoru is a complete slob and can’t even cook to save his life.”

“I don’t mind cooking for him all the time if I were to be his little housewife.”

“That’s never gonna happen,” your words came out harsher than it was, and you laugh it off with a wave of your hand when your co-workers’ eyes widened. “I’ve been living with him for six months and he’s never brought anyone home or told me he’s going on a date. I told you already, he’s a no strings attached kind of guy. He’s nothing but a one night stand.”

“You have to admit he’s still sexy though.”

Right. You hide your groan through another shot because there’s no way of convincing them otherwise. As much as you hate to admit, you’re actually jealous on how freely they could talk about him like that, but then again, it’s not like you and Satoru were dating – or would ever date, for that matter.

They start to leave one by one when it starts to get late, leaving only you who’s still desperate to avoid Satoru. Nothing prepares you for when the sky darkens and a storm comes pouring just as you’ve left the closing shop, the rain drenching and soaking your clothes through and through. Running under the nearest tree for shelter, you shiver. It’s cold – way too cold – and curse yourself for not bringing a darned umbrella.

The nearest bus stop is like what, fifteen to twenty minutes away? Your teeth are chattering and your legs are shaking, and you fumble through your phone as you dial a number you know by heart before you even realize what you’re doing. “S-Satoru?”

“Y/N,” the surprise is unmasked in his voice, something shuffling in the background before it falls silent. “Is everything okay?”

“Uhm, are you busy right now? It’s fine if you are, I’m just—”

“I’m training with Yuuji, but what is it?”

“Listen, I,” you inhale sharply when coldness bursts through your body, making you shiver and press yourself closer to tree to get away from the rain. Above you, thunder crackles before the rain grows heavier and angrier. “I forgot to bring an umbrella and I’m absolutely soaked right now. The nearest bus stop is fifteen minutes away and all the buildings here look so shady—”

“I’ll be on my way. Text me where you are,” You nod and thank him, too cold and numb to realize you’ve just broken days of silence. You lose track of time under there, hugging yourself until your lips turn blue. It doesn’t take long before Satoru shows up minutes later, his hair equally drenched and sticking flat to his eyes free from his blindfold while he pants, hand on his knees. “Thank goodness you’re safe. I rushed here so fast I forgot to bring an umbrella.”

After seeing Satoru drenched like that, something snaps within you. He doesn’t seem bothered by the fact the rain is unforgiving as it slaps the pavement, and your heart breaks when you see that he’s more concerned for you – even after you’ve given him the silent treatment. “You idiot! Now you’re soaking wet too, you’re going to get sick!”

“Highly unlikely,” he shrugs. “Come on, let’s get you home.”

“But what about—” Satoru suddenly carries you before draping his coat over your head, running until he found a cab to hail. He immediately asks the driver to turn up the heater while you tremble on top of him, not caring anymore that you’re sticking so close to him for heat.

Satoru doesn’t let you go all the way inside the apartment. He sets you down on the couch where you take off your wet clothes in haste, too cold with teeth chattering that you silently take the hoodie and boxers Satoru offers you, making sure to keep his gaze averted the whole time. Once fully dressed, you snuggle back into the sofa’s comfort, stiffening when the couch dips beside you.

Not a moment later, Satoru towel-dries your hair, leaving your mouth and throat dry with guilt. Even after you’ve unnecessarily been a bitch to him, he’s still so kind with you.

“Thank you for coming.”

“Don’t mention it.”

“Satoru...” you twiddle with your thumbs just as he starts to ruffle the towel in your hair, making sure to squeeze water out of the strands as he dries it. “About what happened the other day—”

“It didn’t happen if you don’t want it to,” his voice is cold’ monotonous and so emotionless you’re rendered speechless. “You can forget about it.”

“I...”

“You regret it, right?” he’s done with drying your hair, and he stands up to place the wet towels in the sink as you watch him stride all the way there. He’s changed his clothes too; looking comfortable in a plain white shirt and some grey sweatpants, looking every bit the domestic boyfriend you’ve always wanted but can never have. “It’s fine. We can forget about it and go back to normal,” to emphasize his point, Satoru winks at you, though it does nothing but make your heart sink.

“What if I don’t want to forget it?” your voice is small; hesitant and wavering with fear. “What if...the only reason I pulled away is because I wanted more of you?”

Satoru’s back freezes as he sets the towel aside. At this point, your heart is pulsing on your tongue, and you dig your nails onto your thighs when Satoru sits down next to you, right next to you. He’s silent the whole time; eyes calculatedly piercing through yours. Your breath hitches when his hands that are burning hot against your cold skin cups your jaw before his thumb runs across your lips, his eyes turning dark at your reactions.

“And what if I said I felt the same way?”

“I,” you gasp, closing your eyes because it all feels so surreal. “I like you, Satoru. I like you a lot and I—” he doesn’t let you finish. Soon, you find yourself in his lap with his hands cupping your cheeks while he smashes his lips onto yours.

Satoru is absolutely feral. He’s breathing hard and almost angry, even, with the way his teeth are biting down to nibble on your lips. You moan when he drags you closer, your clothed centre rubbing on his thigh with delicious friction. “You have no idea,” he rasps down on your lips, “how much I’ve fucking liked you ever since we were kids,” Satoru pushes his hoodie aside, revealing your sweet neck to him, and he doesn’t waste his time in sucking and abusing the poor flesh so he can mark you as his. “I’ve always wanted you, Y/N, it’s always you, always you.”

You fist his hoodie when Satoru sinks his teeth down into the juncture of your neck, his hands curious and exploring every inch of your body. He knows you’re naked underneath his clothes, but it’s a different thing when he actually feels your breasts right on his palm. Satoru tweaks the hardened bud in his fingers, growling when you moan at the contact and use his thigh to get off.

“You—” you gasp as you expose your neck to him, wild and needy as you keep rubbing your heat over his thigh. “—talk way too fucking much,” you scold, finally pushing his lips away from your neck. Satoru chuckles at your eagerness but you silence him by flinging his boxers off of your body and somewhere far away, exposing your heat slick with arousal right in front of him. His pupils blow in excitement, hands coming up to grab at your hips, but his attention is taken away when you nibble on his ear to whisper, “Shut up and fuck me.”

The simple command is enough to make his patience snap. In a flash, you’re pinned underneath him, whining and moaning when his finger meets no resistance as he slips it inside. “You’re that needy, huh?” he laughs even louder when you lose it, humping yourself on his finger because it’s not enough.

“Satoru,” you beg, clutching his bicep when he adds another finger in. “More.”

His fingers are so long, hitting places that your small ones could never reach. He begins to scissor his way in, his fingers deliciously rubbing against your velvety walls while pumping them inside and out in a speed that causes you to squelch around him.

It’s absolutely lewd how you’re eagerly spread out before him, but your head is clouded with lust, no longer hindered by shyness out of your need to cum. Your chest is rising heavily, his thumb now rubbing against your clit as he coaxes you to cum. “Tell me what you want, baby,” he kisses your cheeks, eyelids, nose, anywhere but your lips, his voice so gentle and innocent as if he’s not knuckle deep inside you. “Tell me how you want me.”

“Inside,” you whine, gasping when he brushes against a really sensitive spot that has you clamping down on him. “‘Toru, fuck, just fuck me.”

“Beg for it,” he smiles against your skin, relentless and harsh as he keeps pushing inside you. You feel him everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Another finger adds in until you’re dripping enough on his palm and staining the couch, but neither of you care. “I said, beg for it.”

“No,” you hold back, nearly crying out when he pulls your fingers out of you. That sudden emptiness is back again, but you don’t want to beg. You’ve never begged another man before, and this won’t be the first time you’ll be doing so either. You refuse to let him have the upper hand despite the crystal clear fact you’re already soaking wet for him, but because you’re stubborn, you only fumble with his sweatpants to spring his cock free.

He’s already dripping with pre-cum from the slit, his cock hard and angry. Despite his arousal, Satoru stops you from going further, using only one hand to trap both your wrists. “Beg for it,” he demands again, his other fist already pumping down on his shaft.

You nearly cry at the sight. Both of you are aware that Satoru is capable of pleasuring himself, but it’s not that easy for you. Your small, dainty fingers will never be parallel to the pleasure his long cock could give you. All you had to do was beg for it. He’s right there, within reach, if only you’d just –

Impatient for your answer, Satoru takes you by the hips and discards your hoodie in the process, sinking you down his cock, inch by delicious inch. You don’t hold back from the sensual and high-pitched moan that leaves your lips. He’s long, and the tip of his cock just about brushes your cervix when he bottoms out. He feels so good, so warm and huge and filling you up right where you want him to be. Your head falls down on his shoulder as you begin to roll your hips, but Satoru has had enough.

“Fuck, look at you,” he presses on the bulge of his cock visible through your abdomen. “You’re so fucking small – how do you take me so well? I could ruin you. Do you want that? Do you want me to ruin you?”

“Yes, yes, fuck.”

“You think you can just leave me hanging like that, huh?” he slaps your ass, eliciting another moan from you and making you clench around his cock. Satoru falters for a moment. Before you can react, he stands up, your legs wrapped around his waist with nothing but his tip hitting inside you. “You’ve been so fucking mean – leaving me wanting you like that and ignoring me for days. Do you think you deserve this, huh?” Satoru kicks his door open at the same time he loosens his hold around your ass, making you slide down his length the next second.

“Oh, fuck,” you cry out just as Satoru begins to bounce you, your breasts following the motion of him fucking deep into you. “Fuck, Toru, that’s too—”

He’s so eager to fuck you, to make a mess out of you and have you losing your mind over his cock that he doesn’t even wait until you’re both on the bed. You no longer register when your back hits the pillow, or how your arms are frozen when he pins it above your head.

“You’re so beautiful,” he praises as he watches you clench around him. You’re so small and his eyes zero in on the way your abdomen bulges then flattens again every time he pounds into you, rolling his hips in a way that has you screaming and thighs quaking. “Beautiful, beautiful, perfect,” the moment his hands grip at your hips to pin you down, you know he’s not going to stop. And you don’t want him to.

Satoru latches his lips around your right breast, gently grazing his teeth over it while his other hand pinches and rolls the pebbled nipple between his fingers. He feels so good – and you’re crying already by the time you wrap your legs around him to pull him closer.

The room is filled with the smell of sex, the sound of skin slapping against skin combined with his breathy grunts and your moans like heaven on his ears. Satoru wants you to feel how much he loves you – how much he adores you – and the pace he sets is torturous. He snaps his hips against yours and presses down on the bulge of his cock through your belly, chuckling when you tighten more around him.

Your head lols to the side, tears falling down your pretty face because of how rough he’s being. But you don’t complain, not when he’s filling you in so deep and he’s kissing you everywhere, touching you everywhere, making you feel nothing else and nobody else but him.

“You’re amazing,” he rasps, watching the way your tight cunt sucks him in greedily as if you don’t want him to go anywhere else. “You take me in so well – you really want me to destroy you, huh?”

“Satoru, please,” you finally plead, “I-I’m cumming, I want you, I need you, oh,” you squeal when he finally lets your arms free. You look so precious, so innocent, and he doesn’t let up his pace. He plants his feet into the ground and his strokes begin to grow sloppy, your tight walls encouraging him to go faster, go deeper.

If possible, Satoru is only even more fuelled with the way you look so precious and innocent in that moment. His touch is gentle in comparison to the way he’s mercilessly plowing into you, using his thumb to wipe away the tears streaming down your cheeks. He knows he’s too big for you, that much is obvious from how much you’re already overstimulated just by his size, but your nails sink down on the flesh of his ass as a silent plead for more.

“Fuuuuck, I’m so close!”

“Yeah?” He fondled your clit, loving the sight of your small body creaming down on his cock. “Come for me, sweet girl. I want to feel you coming on my cock. Come on, tell me you’re mine. You’re made me for aren’t you?”

“Yes, Satoru, fuck,” you squeal, throwing your head back for a second when he keeps hitting your g-spot that has you seeing stars. Your toes curl and your hands fist the sheets behind you as he keeps impaling you with his cock right then and there.

You looked perfect; so perfect to him that he’s basically using you for his own pleasure at this moment. Your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave, back arching and nipples brushing against his chest.

In that moment, you grow needy to have him even closer, tilting up to blindly search for his lips. Satoru complies; leaning down and leaving open mouthed breathy kisses that’s a mix of you moaning and crying around him, while he struggles to do so when he’s cursing at the feeling of you coating his cock with your juices. Satoru looks down at your tiny frame trapped in his arms, his voice husky as he groans once he saw both of your arousal absolutely leaking out of your wet cunt.

He’s so close but you’re already over the edge, scratching at his back at the overstimulation. You’re still so sensitive from when you came and Satoru doesn’t slow one down one bit. He loses his rhythm as his thrusts go sloppy, and Satoru buries his face in your neck as his cock twitches inside you until he bursts with his cum leaking out of your hole.

Satoru’s arms give out beneath you, his chest colliding with yours but not enough that he’s crushing you with his weight. You’re both breathing hard and panting, his dick softening inside you.

He pulls back a moment later to slide out his sensitive cock, wincing while he watches pools of cum gather in your pussy before it drips out. It isn’t until he’s witnessing the mess he’s made he realizes how you’ve been so good for him; taking him all the way in despite your quivering frame. It dawns on him now just how tiny you are when he pulls you close to him; you’re practically hanging off his chest with how small your body is.

He wonders how you’re able to fit all of him, but he’s grateful nevertheless. Satoru shows his appreciation by peppering kisses all over your face, his hand snaking down to caress your inner thighs.

“Hmm,” you moan into the kiss, jolting when his knuckles brush against your sensitive clit. “Satoru, no,” you whine while pushing his hand away, and he shushes you with another kiss. “’M too sensitive, please...”

“It’s fine, cupcake, it’s fine,” his nickname for you is back again, and you lean closer to him just as he begins to massage your sore legs. “You did so well for me, cupcake, you know that? You’re such a good girl for me,” too fucked out to have a comprehensive answer, you only nod in response, spreading your legs open again and ignoring the warm stickiness between your thighs as Satoru kneads your abused flesh. You feel him kiss your temple before he leaves to get a towel and cleans you up. Meanwhile, you’re so tired you’re about to doze out in his bed.

“Hey,” he soothes, bundling you up in his arms until you’re tucked in the safety of his body. So small, he coos inside his head, watching as you fold yourself even smaller while your eyes flutter. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you sigh into his shoulder, “I feel good. Thank you.”

Satoru doesn’t really know what you’re thanking him for. He feels like he’s the one who’s mostly indebted to you after everything you’ve done for him. You’ve already fallen asleep before he gets the chance to tell you how he feels, so Satoru only covers you both under his blanket, making sure there’s no more space between you out of fear you’ll distance yourself from him again.

But he doesn’t have to worry about that because you’re right next to him, and you’re never out of reach.

[aetheternity]

Draken, Chifuyu, Mitsuya, the Kawata twins and Kazutora in:

When they see you with your ex.

Disclaimer: E/N means Ex's name. The ex changes gender for each one to be more exclusive I'm sorry if it feels confusing. Kazutora's has mild angst but otherwise this is really sfw.

🌟 Draken

☆ He'd kinda crashed Mikey and Emma's day out. You'd told him you had something to do this weekend so what else was he supposed to do with his free time? The three of them had stopped to eat on the outdoor patio at a nice restaurant and while Emma and Mikey chatted away about something school related. Draken sat quietly sipping his tea.

☆ You'd been kinda weird when he'd asked why the two of you couldn't hang out today. You didn't even tell him what it was you were doing instead. And you always told him literally everything about your life. Sometimes unprompted.

• "Hey, isn't that Name?" Emma's voice suddenly caught his attention.

• "Who's the guy?" Mikey questioned in between bites of his food.

☆ Draken's head shot in the direction Emma had pointed in. Sure enough there you were, talking with a guy who was about the same height as Draken. Weirdly enough Draken felt like he'd seen this guy somewhere before.

• "Is that?.. E/N?"

☆ Draken squinted still staring at the two of you talking. You didn't exactly look happy but you and your ex were standing way too close. He felt a little pang in his heart.

• "Maybe she just.." Emma cut herself off. Your arm came up to wrap around your ex's neck. Pulling him in for a hug which he just as soon reciprocated.

• "Let's just go." Draken said and Emma seemed to immediately agree. As soon as Draken and Emma squeezed back into the open doors of the restaurant Mikey hightailed it in the opposite direction.

• "Dammit Mikey!"

• "Mikey!" Emma called but it was definitely too late for that.

☆ Mikey ran up behind you tapping your shoulder as Emma and Draken made their way down to the scene that was now forming.

• "Are you cheating on Ken chin?" Mikey questioned with zero hesitation. His face stern and his shoulders bared.

• "Mikey.." You said

• "I would've preferred to do this later." Draken grit. Though Mikey didn't even spare him a glance.

• "This is.. your new boyfriend right?" E/N asked

• "Name." Emma began "I know you wouldn't cheat on Draken.."

☆ You sighed putting some space between Mikey who looked two seconds away from punching someone and your ex whose confusion seemed to grow the longer this went on.

• "I'm not, I would never.." You sighed before continuing on. "He's dating my friend now and since we had some bad blood between us.. I figured I should try to get along with him since he's staying in my life. But I'm so sorry Ken Ken, I should've told you yesterday when you asked."

☆ Mikey stepped to the side as you held out your hand for Draken to take. He wasted no time pulling you into his arms, pressing a kiss to the top of your forehead.

• "Don't ever do this again."

• "Go out with my ex without explaining myself? Or get caught going out with my ex without explaining myself?"

• "All of it." Mikey interjected, hands placed in his pocket but his normal smile was starting to reappear.

• "Go home you two. I'm going to spend the rest of the afternoon with these two."

• "Oh? Is it because you're worried something will happen?" You asked Draken laced your finger tips slipping your hand into his pocket.

• "I was never worried, I just wanted to spend time with you." He explained

☆ Definitely should've just invited him in the first place because within a couple hours your ex and Draken have become better friends than the two of you were supposed to be.

🌟 Chifuyu

☆ Him and Takemichi decided to spend the afternoon in Chifuyu's favorite manga shop since sitting at home had become tiresome.

☆ Takemichi had organized a small pile of books around his body like a nest while Chifuyu just searched the aisles aimlessly. He didn't have a book in mind before coming here so he figured he'd pick one out from his favorite section once they got there.

• "Hey Chifuyu?" Takemichi looked up as Chifuyu flipped through one book while he held another in his hand.

• "I can't buy both of these. Takemichi which one do you think is better?"

• "Isn't that Name?" Takemichi pointed over the stack of books on his left sure enough just outside the aisle was you with a girl chatting away.

• "Who's the girl Name's talking with?" Takemichi asked looking up at Chifuyu, though Chifuyu had already ducked his way behind the bookshelf peering out of the aisle at the current scenario.

• "What the hell are you doing?" He asked coming over.

• "That's Name's ex."

• Takemichi fell in line next to Chifuyu peering over his head, "I didn't know Name dated girls too.."

• "Yeah.. it's not a big deal.." Chifuyu said as the two of you giggled about something a couple feet away.

• "If it's not a big deal why are we hiding?"

• "Shh!" Chifuyu ducked back as you and your ex walked a little ways away. "Come on let's follow them."

• "Why don't we just go talk to them?" Takemichi followed reluctantly.

• "I don't want Name to think I came here because I was stalking-"

☆ Just as Chifuyu had made it to the next aisle he tripped over a snag in the carpet causing an oblivious Takemichi to bump into him. A loud oof from both of them alerting you and your ex of their presence.

• "Chi?" You called annndd now you were coming over. "Hey Chi, what are you doing here?"

• "This is my favorite manga place." Chifuyu answered with a grunt, stepping into the aisle.

• "I know.. I just thought you and Takemichi would be at your place."

• "What's going on?.. This is what you were busy with?" He gestured between the two of you.

• "Chi." You stepped forward and Chifuyu took one step back. "You know how me and, E/N are childhood best friends and how my grandmother is sick right now? My grandmother is basically a second mother to her so she invited me out to take my mind and her's off things, She suggested we come in here and I said ok but it wasn't right of me to not tell you, I'm sorry baby."

☆ Chifuyu looked between you and your ex his eyes slowly beginning to soften.

• "I'm not mad love. It was just weird you don't normally do underhanded things like this." He pulled you into his chest for a hug and you wrapped your arms around his waist.

• "You should come with us." E/N said pointing to Chifuyu and Takemichi. "Name won't stop talking about how wonderful you are as a boyfriend anyway."

☆ A bright pink flutters over both you and Chifuyu's cheeks as Takemichi snickers behind you both.

• "Next time you can bring Hina and we can make this into an outing." Chifuyu said, poking Takemichi in his side with his elbow before wrapping his arm around your midsection.

☆ You guys probably end up staying in the store for a couple more hours honestly because if there's anything you and Chifuyu have in common it's your love for manga.

🌟 Mitsuya

☆ He'd been running errands for his mother all morning so by the time he reached the supermarket he was completely exhausted. He pushed his shopping cart through the aisles with a long sigh, checking off items as he went.

☆ He rounded the last corner glad that his day was nearly over and already thinking about what he was going to prepare for dinner when the sound of your voice caught his attention.

☆ His first assumption was that he was so tired he was imagining it but the airy ring of your laugh soon validated his suspicions. You'd told him you were hanging out with friends today after all.

☆ He grabbed the last thing on his list deciding to go say hi. He wheeled the cart directly into the next aisle walking up as you and a person he didn't recognize were having a chat with an elderly woman.

• "You two are so cute together." The woman gestured with a small smile.

• "Oh.. no we're exes and friends." E/N explained

• "Aw I'm sorry things didn't work out for you two." The woman nodded

☆ You opened your mouth to respond but Mitsuya's warm gaze caught your attention first.

• "Suya, hey!" You greeted, walking over to greet your boyfriend with a small hug.

• "That's the actual boyfriend." Your ex explained to the woman.

• "This is the friend you told me about yesterday?" Mitsuya asked looking at your ex with a blank expression.

☆ The tension in the aisle could be sliced with a knife and the lady from before quickly walked away to another side of the store.

• "We are just friends now I promise. There's nothing going on between us and they're having a party tonight that's why we're here." You gestured to your ex who awkwardly waved back. "I was going to invite you later so that you could sneak out when Luna and Mana are asleep."

• Mitsuya nodded his expression softening as he reached up to cup your cheek, "I wish you had just explained that earlier, next time just tell me I won't be angry."

• "I will, I promise." You gave him a quick peck which he reciprocated. "I'm going to head with Suya but I'll see you at the party later?" You asked turning to your ex.

• "Yeah, I'll see you then." They replied as they left.

☆ And yeah sure Mitsuya said he was cool with it but you two ended up skipping the party and after dinner you both stayed in bed all night.. (Do with that what you will. 🙃)

🌟 Nahoya/Smiley

☆ You'd only been dating Nahoya for a month and everyday you two met up at the same place after school.

☆ Sometimes (like today) he'd grab Souya/Angry and head out to meet you. Today the three of you were just supposed to grab a quick bite to eat before heading to the Toman meeting.

☆ The second the two of them had stopped their bikes Souya pointed you out where you were holding a box and talking to some stranger.

• "Who's that guy?" Nahoya's grin tightened as he watched the way the guy yapped away while you just silently listened.

• "He looks like somebody." Souya pondered for a second before his gaze fell on his brother. "I recognize his face he was in some picture on Name's wall."

☆ Nahoya didn't wait another second to storm over to the situation Souya trotting along behind with his teeth grit.

• "What the hell is this?" Nahoya grunted though his smile never wavered. The indent of anger extremely noticeable on his forehead.

• "Hoya, this is E/N he-"

• "E/N as in your ex?" Souya chimed up before you could finish.

• "You invited your ex here when you knew I was coming? What kind of shit are you pulling here Name?"

☆ His smile began to dip at the edges but it was obvious he was trying to keep up his natural facade. His fists clenching at his side, book bag carefully slipped into Souya's arms behind him.

• "I just needed my stuff back, I promise." You tried to explain, shaking the box in your possession for Nahoya to see.

• "I didn't mean to intrude on your-"

• "You shut the fuck up!"

• "Hoya!"

• "So you thought you should invite him on our date? Are you trying to piss me off?"

• You stomped your foot exasperation slowly starting to take over in your face and tone. "Hoya, I didn't invite him! I told him I was here and he's gonna be on vacation for three weeks but I needed my camera back." You hold up the camera that you'd fished from the box, Desperation thick in your voice. "So he decided to drop my stuff off with me and you just happened to get here before he could leave." You rest your fingertips on the bridge of your nose. Glad for the silence that soon arises.

• "I should go." Your ex whispers doing a little scoot around Nahoya who still hadn't completely cooled off.

• "Hey, stop it." Nahoya grips your chin pulling your shaky form closer to himself. "You should've just asked me to get your shit for you."

• You muster a little giggle, sniffling and wiping your face with the back of your hand. "You would've kicked his ass then brought me my stuff."

• "He would've deserved it."

☆ You pull Nahoya closer though he's still a little hesitant to return your affection.

• "Let me make it up to you please? You and Souya." You turn to Souya who's still holding both his and Nahoya's backpacks.

• "You're paying for lunch today." Nahoya replies pulling you into his side. He lowers his voice leaning into your ear as Souya walks ahead to his bike. "And if I ever see that jackass again I'll break his jaw."

🌟 Kazutora

☆ Baji and him had spent the day riding their motorcycles until they decided to take a break not too far away from the shrine where Toman meetings were always held.

☆ They soon found themselves parking their bikes and skipping stones by the riverbed.

• "So, why is it that you're hanging out with me instead of your partner today?" Baji asked as his stone plopped into the water.

• "They said they had something going on." Kazutora replied

• "If I was with someone that gorgeous I'd be willing to go with them but whatever."

• "Maybe you should have someone before you start dishing out relationship advice."

☆ Baji grinned wide throwing a soft punch which Kazutora caught with a snicker pretending to right hook him. It soon lead into a chase with Baji dodging all of Kazutora's playful jabs walking backwards and making sound effects to go along with each swipe of his fists.

☆ Baji grabbed both of Kazutora's fists pushing him back until he nearly tumbled onto his ass. His laugh unbridled in its volume.

• "Come here Kazutora I'll show you how to throw a real punch."

• "What the fuck.." Kazutora's gaze followed two people walking along the path that went just overhead.

☆ Baji's head whipped around to track Kazutora's gaze stopping on the two people walking side by side almost out of sight at this point.

• "Is that-" Kazutora was nearly gone by the time Baji had processed the words. "Hey!" He called out running to catch up but Kazutora had already sprinted to the top of the bank, jogging along to catch up to the people they'd spotted.

• "Name!" His voice boomed closing the distance scarily quick.

☆ You'd stopped dead in your tracks, turning to face the chilling look in your boyfriend's eyes as he stood before you. Baji right behind and practically out of breath.

• "Who is that?" Kazutora pointed

• "Tora.. baby don't freak out.."

☆ His earring clinked against his face as he stared into your eyes.

• "Are you leaving me now? Is that it?"

• "Tora!" You huff, putting your hands out.

• "Kazutora.." Baji called out already sensing the weight of the situation.

• "She's my ex but listen-"

• "So you are cheating on me.." Kazutora's jaw locks and when you reach out for his sleeves with pleas of his name he just slaps your arms away.

☆ When he leaves he runs for his bike. His leg anchored over the side already gripping the handle bars tightly when Baji's loud scream of his name rips through the air.

☆ He's got his bike out of park but just as he starts to drive away you dash out from nowhere and yank his handle bar.

• "Dammit Tora listen to me!!" You beg, he can clearly see the beginnings of tears stinging the corners of your eyes as you hold onto the hand still clutching his handlebars.

• "What could you possibly say? That it didn't mean anything? That you love me?!"

• "Yes! I do love you! You mean everything to me! I needed to be with E/N today because her mom went missing a couple days ago! The woman that took me in and loved me all my life is out there somewhere and no one knows anything about it so dammit Kazutora if you love me even half as much as I love you, don't leave me right now!"

☆ You latched onto his jacket letting your loud sobs fill the now quiet air.

• "You told me.. You love me.." His whispered tone barely reaches your ears as you continue to choke on your own tears.

• "I.. love you.. Tora.." You hiccuped

☆ His arms wrapped gently around your waist, face deep in the crook of your neck as you slowly began to relax.

• "I'm sorry." You felt him tremble as he held you closer than he ever had before. "I love you.." He reciprocated. "I'm here.."

🌟 Souya/Angry

☆ Souya tended to listen more than you realized. Like when you go on and on about a band you absolutely adore to the point where he stays up until almost 12 am to snag tickets for the two of you to go see them on the weekend. And this was that weekend.

☆ He'd been nearly bursting with excitement over it and now he could finally surprise you with the news after holding it in for a solid week.

☆ He parked his bike across the street from your house, reaching into his jacket pocket for the umpteenth time to check that both tickets were there. After a few more minutes of preparing, blowing into his hand to check his breath, smoothing his sweaty hands over his jacket. He rung your doorbell. The heel of his toe tapping against the floor as he waited for you to answer.

☆ When the door finally opened a person much taller than Souya answered.

• "Yup." The person pursed their lips one hand on the tool belt wrapped around their waist. For a second Souya pondered if he'd somehow rung the wrong doorbell until he looked at the number in plain view embellished on your door front.

• "Who are you?" It definitely came off more aggressive thanks to Angry's naturally violent resting face.

☆ Before the person could answer you came bounding down the stairs, pulling the door open wider.

• "Why the hell would you answer my door?" You spit at the person standing beside you as you pull your boyfriend inside, shutting the door behind him.

• "I think you mean thank you."

• "Fuck off." You tell the person who was already walking back to the kitchen.

☆ The naturally angry imprint on Souya's face seems to deepen as he makes eye contact with you.

• "I wish you had called." You sighed, tugging Souya into the living room by his jacket sleeves.

• "Who the hell is that?"

• "You remember how I said my ex is in the remodeling business.."

• "That's your ex?"

• "Yes but listen! If I work with him I can get a discount, I just want that wall taken out to open up the space a bit more." You gesture to the kitchen where your ex is currently examining the wall. "I would've told you sooner but between my friend coaxing me into doing this remodel and that drunk night with you and Nahoya it was hard to find time."

☆ Souya dipped his hands into his pockets, staring blankly into the distance. His brow furrowed deeper than normal and his foot tapped against the hardwood.

• "If you're uncomfortable with this I'll get someone else.."

• "Get someone else."

• "Wait before you answer." You scoot closer to your still ticked boyfriend and he makes eye contact with you again. "This kind of remodel normally costs way more than the bargain I'm getting with them."

☆ Souya blinked blankly at you.

• "Sou plllleeeeaaasssee, you can be here whenever they are." You gesture to the kitchen.

• "No I can't I have a job."

• "Fine.. I'll call you the entire time." He sighed with a roll of his eyes. And you rubbed both his arms with a long groan of his name. "How about this, I bring you and them to dinner. Once you see how disinterested I am you might be more for it."

• "Not worried about you, I'm worried about them." His forehead rubbed against yours and you giggled.

• "I promise I only love you."

• "Would you love me more if I got tickets to your favorite band for today?"

• "I'm never leaving you." You proclaim wrapping your arms tightly around Souya's midsection. "That's a proposal by the way we're engaged now. I don't make the rules."

• "E/N I'm engaged now!" You yell towards the kitchen.

• "I heard, congrats!" They yelled back

☆ Souya just scoffed but his cheeks bloomed into the deepest shade of red as he walked upstairs with you to your bedroom to help you pick out an outfit for the concert.

[missluckycharms]

can you do a imagine where y/n plays volleyball and she gets hurt and h take care of her?

A/N: hiii! I hope you like this! I also had to look up some details about volleyball as it’s not really that commonly played here in Ireland, if I say something wrong pls ignore it I tried my best. The vaccine is kicking my ass rn, I got my second dose so if this sucks and there’s mistakes pls ignore that also 😭 Enjoy !!

This is college!Harry and Y/N I hope you don’t mind !!

Warnings: talks of smut, strong language and Harry being a sarcastic loveable asshole.

Today was not Y/N day.

First of all, she woke up late, giving her only twenty minutes to get ready and make her way to college, which is usually a thirty minute drive without traffic. She was like a lightening bolt running through her apartment, falling over Harry’s shoes that were just abandoned around her room and trying to find any clean clothes as Harry came over last night and as usual, he distracted her from doing what she needed to do, which was her laundry.

He was asleep while she did all this, her small huffs and puffs picking up his shoes and throwing them into the corner didn’t even cause the lazy log in the bed to move once, his body tucked up under the covers as his face smushed against her purple sheets as he let out small snores, she looked at him and silently wished that was her. She was lucky she packed her gym bag last night before he arrived over, all of her clothes, her ankle braces, her knee pads and her favourite trainers she wears for games all packed into her bag and all she needed to do was pick it up and throw it into the trunk of her car along with her book bag.

She kissed Harry’s forehead and again, he did not even move, he may of given out a slight hum for a grumbled word but Y/N didn’t have time to contemplate what he said, she was rushing out the door wearing clothes that were probably Harry’s as the joggers were nearly falling off her as she ran. She didn’t care though, she needed to be in her first lecture or her grades would go down. She made it to campus with only thirty seconds to spare, she doesn’t know how she wasn’t pulled over for driving faster than the speed limit when she saw the campus come into view. Her body ran through the halls, dodging anyone in her way as she dragged herself to the lecture hall where her professor was probably already starting lesson, his usual morning introduction as everyone set up their laptops or notepads for the hour lecture ahead.

She got a disapproving look from her professor when she slide into a row, flopping down onto the seat and apologising as she rummaged through her bag looking for her laptop. Her professor was already going over what they would be covering today when she realised she doesn’t have her laptop. Then she remembered where it is, it’s in her apartment in the bathroom.

Harry insisted they had a bath last night to relax her after she took some exams in college that day, the pair were soaked under the bubble filled hot water with her laptop propped up on the sink playing a show on Netflix as they relaxed and spoke about their day. She grabbed her notebook and pen and immediately began to scribble down the notes she would have to transfer onto her laptop tonight, if Harry doesn’t distract her again. She knows he might not, he has classes of his own today, his starting later than hers and his classes only being on four days a week instead of five like Y/N, yesterday was his day off, hence why he was being a needy little shit and clinging to Y/N like his lifeline until they fell asleep.

The day dragged out for Y/N, her usual one hour classes feeling like four hours, her notes taking for ages to write up as she tried to keep up with what was being displayed on the board, her lunchtime consisting of her bumming off her friend for a few dollars to get something to eat as she left her purse at home, her friend didn’t mind but she felt awful for asking. When the day finally ended she was relieved, all she wanted to do was get into the gymnasium and play some volleyball with her team to get all the anger she felt today, she was not having a good day and the only things that can help her with that is Harry or volleyball, and because she had training today over their at home game being played next week, she was relieved she could get some stress reliving in before going back to her place where she knows Harry will be — he hates his own apartment as he shares, Y/N only having a one bedroom one that she snagged and Harry being left with a flat thats shared between four people, there’s no privacy there, none.

“You’ve been tense all day, is everything okay?” Abbie, Y/N best friend asks as they begin their warm ups, the two sat on the floor side by side as the stretch their legs and arms getting warmed up for practice.

“Today wasn’t my day, woke up late, forgot my laptop and purse and now I have to go home and type up nearly fifty pages of notes onto my laptop — Who’s idea was it for me to study Biochemistry?” She laughs out, stretching her arms behind her head as Abbie follows suit, the pair watching as the coach shows them what to do, the pair sat at the back to avoid being yelled at for talking.

“I think that was your idea, I certainly didn’t force you to do that. If it helps, environmental studies isn’t easier, I swear I’m constantly writing up lab reports and giving presentations each week” Abbie rolls her eyes, the pair now doing lunges as they continue to chat.

“Shit! I have a presentation next week, I totally forgot” Y/N groans, squeezing her eyes in frustration as she hasn’t even started yet, her mind immediately going to how she has to type up the whole presentation while probably having Harry hang out of her. Harry is studying sports science, in hopes to one day set up his own personal training business. They usually have study sessions together as Harry has just as much work as Y/N, but Harry isn’t as much as a perfectionist as Y/N, he’ll slap together a presentation and call it a night while she has to make it look pretty and aesthetically pleasing.

After a fifteen minute warm up, the girls are already playing a mini match for practice, six players per team, Y/N being up nearest to the net with three other girls. She’s been named as one of the teams best scorers, her jumps are high and her force hitting the ball is something that scares opposing teams when they play competitions. She’s been on the college team for nearly two years now, her whole college course is five years long — she’s aiming for a bachelors degree in Biochemistry, she’s so happy she has something else to do while in here, she knows she would of went crazy if she didn’t have something to calm her down.

They play three games, Y/N’s team wining the first game and the teams tying on the last game due to the positions being switched and she was put to the back to give other players the chance to spike the ball up. She’s back up front on the third game, her body now rested from the small water break they were given in between the games, her body full of adrenaline and ready to play. The game is playing out as usual, Y/N jumping and spiking the ball up and over the net with the help of her team mates, the other team just as good as them as they all battle it out on the court. In the last two minutes is when it all goes downhill, Y/N jumps up to spike the ball, when she lands, she wobbles and falls over, her ankle rolling as she cries out in pain on the court, the coach blowing the whistle to stop the game as everyone rushes around her.

She tries to stand up, she falls back down again, Abbie and another girl holding her up as she shuts her eyes in pain. The coach takes off her ankle brace and sock with her permission, she’s now sitting on the bench as her ankle is iced and checked over by the coach, Abbie helping Y/N by refilling her water bottle when needed, her ankle now propped up on a chair with ice on it as the rest of the team begins their warm downs.

“It’s definitely sprained” Abbie says looking under the ice at her ankle, Y/N wincing when Abbie presses down lightly, jumping when she lets out a small cry.

“Yep, definitely sprained” she says putting the ice back on and sitting down next to her friend as they both laugh a little, the pain easing off with the ice as Abbie distracts her with stories and jokes.

“Y/N, do you have anyone to take you home?” The coach asks, allowing the rest to leave as Abbie stays seated with Y/N.

“I’ll call my boyfriend, thank you for your help” she says as the coach pats her on the back, telling her she can take all the time she needs off while also still being allowed to attend the games to support. She’s devastated about it, but at least she can support her team from the sidelines.

“What happened?” Harry asks running out of his car, the door slamming as Abbie wheels Y/N out in wheelchair given to them by the coach from the injury room.

“Fucked my ankle, doesn’t surprise me honestly, today wasn’t a good day” she sighs s Harry laughs a little, helping her out of the wheelchair and guiding her towards his car that’s parked only three steps away.

“You’re okay now, let’s get you home and rested, yeah?” He says laying her down on the back seat, picking her leg up and resting it on the seat as she winches in pain a little as she adjusts herself on the seat.

“Thanks for all your help, I’ll have Niall come and pick her car up later” Harry says to Abbie, closing the back door and smiling at the girl who’s waving in at her best friend who’s mortified in the back of the car, laughing masking the pain she’s feeling.

“If you both need anything give me a call” she says as Harry nods waving her off as he sits into the car, turning around to look at his girlfriend who’s looking back at him holding in her laugh.

“Only you” he shakes his head laughing as Y/N lets out a loud cackle, knowing he’s right, only her would end up fucking up her ankle even with a brace on it, it’s defiantly a Y/N thing to do.

The car ride home is filled with laughing and a few sing songs as Harry tries to distract her from the pain. He helps her into her apartment by carrying her bridal style up the flight of stairs and placing her down onto the sofa, propping her leg up on the coffee table, raising her ankle up on a pillow as he races to the freezer to find something to put on the injury.

“Okay, all you’ve got is frozen peas” he says placing the green packet down onto her ankle, the picture of peas hilarious as it rests on her skin, the swelling gone down since the gymnasium which is good, as Harry says.

“I’ll run to the store to get you some bandages soon, right now, you need some tea, the sugar will help with the shock you got” he says immediately snapping into Mum mode with her, Y/N smiling at Harry in the kitchen behind her, her head turning and resting on the back of the sofa as she watches him saunter around her kitchen.

“Do you have any homework you need completing? I got all mine done in library period we had today, I’m free to do yours if you have any” he says fiddling with the kettle and switching it on, placing a tea bag into her favourite purple polka dot mug.

“I have to transfer handwritten notes onto my laptop, I can do that” she says as Harry turns around, waiting for the kettle to boil as he looks at her.

“Nope, I’m doing that for you, you need rest! I’m here to help you, I’ll be your nurse” he says turning back around to pour the boiling water into the mug.

“I’m fine Harry, it’s just a small sprain” she fights back, Harry shaking his head as he walks in with her mug filled with warm tea, passing it to her as he sits next to her wrapping his arm around the back of the sofa.

“I’m not leaving you here alone, if you fall what will you do? Get up and walk?” He says sarcastically as she rolls her eyes laughing, resting her head back on his arm as they begin watching the TV before them.

“Also, I expect the same in return if I ever get hurt” he jokes as she slaps his arm playfully, laughing loudly as Harry wiggles his eyebrows at her.

“You’re on top for the next few weeks Styles” she says sipping on her tea as Harry laughs, reaching over to kiss her check.

“I’m always on top, darling” he whispers to her as she pulls back looking at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Babe, please can you be on top? I had a leg cramp this morning and it might come back” she says lowly, imitating Harry and his deep British accent as he looks at her rolling his eyes.

“I don’t sound like that” he says taking her mug from her and sipping a little from her tea as she takes it back off him with a loud groan at what he just did — he always does it to annoy her, or he’ll dip some biscuits into her tea when she’s not looking.

“Oh yeah, must be what my other boyfriend sounds like” she says riling him up, his head turning to her as she looks at the TV screen laughing behind the rim of her mug.

“You’re lucky you’re injured m’love, if you weren’t you would be over my shoulder and thrown down onto your bed and I’d show you who’s your boyfriend, or daddy as you like” he says wiggling his eyebrows as she groans into her tea.

“It was one time! I said it by accident!” She shouts, turning bright red as Harry laughs loudly, kissing her cheek as she pouts looking down at her mug.

“You know I liked it, it’s okay baby” he says resting her head on his shoulder as she cuddles into him, her empty mug on her lap as she pulls the blanket down from the back of the sofa, placing her empty mug on the floor and throwing the blanket over them both.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you” she says feeling sleepy, her day catching up on her as Harry helps her nurse her injury, his hands fixing the frozen peas on her ankle if they move a little.

“You’d probably break your neck or something” Harry says as she groans looking up at him, his dimples popping out as he laughs at his own joke.

“I’m being nice!” She says as he bends down to peck her lips, their smiles against one another lips as they pull away looking at one another.

“I know m’baby, I don’t know what you’d do without me either!” He says sighing in contentment as she rolls her eyes squishing her face into his chest.

“Harry!”

[butwhyduh]

Hi!

Are you taking requests?

If you are can you write Bruce Wayne/Batman & the prompts, is that a gun, and drunken confessions please?

💗💗💗

I’m gonna go with young Bruce pre-kids like 25 because it just has that vibes. Suggestive but no smut.

You walked in the manor. It wasn’t neat. It was a wreck with takeout and clothes on the coffee table and muddle in the hall. Alfred must have the night off. Or maybe the week, you thought looking around. Your heels were loud on the tile floor.

“Bruce? Bruce!” You called to no sound. You sighed. It was close to midnight but that man didn’t keep normal hours. You knew he was home. You pulled your shoes off and stretched your toes before walking on the cold floor.

“Bruce,” you called out. “Come out, you hermit!”

He had been so attentive and a perfect boyfriend at the restaurant. That was until his phone went off and he hastily threw a wad of cash on the table and left with a quick apology.

“Baby?” Bruce asked, stumbling in the room, shirtless. He looked awful.

“Bruce, what happened to you?” You asked, running over to catch him before he fell. His arm leaned heavily on you and you almost collapsed under the weight. “Oh god, hold on,” you said trying to walk him to the couch. “What are you wearing?” You asked looking at the thick tactical looking leggings he wore. You glanced over his chest that had a hearty amount of scars.

“Hmm,” he said and you almost fell as he leaned even closer. The bottom half of his body was pressed against you. You eyes widened as something hard near his hip pressed against you.

“Bruce, are you happy to see me or is that a gun in your pocket,” you joked weakly before flopping him on the couch. He sighed heavily before gazing at you with glassy eyes.

“It’s a gun,” he said pulling it out of his waistband.

“Oh my god! What the hell??” You asked leaning back.

“I’ve disarmed it. Don’t worry,” he said putting it on the coffee table. “I took it off a thug on Nugent.”

“What were you doing down there?” You asked avoiding the gun. Bruce pulled you down on his lap and started petting your hair.

“Batman obviously,” he said. You blinked a few times. Did he just say he’s batman?

“What?”

“Yeah, I’m him,” he said with a tired smile. “You know, your tits are dynamite.”

“Sure, back to the Batman thing,” you said. “Are you drunk?” You asked suddenly. Bruce didn’t drink more than 2 glasses of wine no matter how wild the party was. He certainly didn’t get drunk.

“Sorta. There’s a new truth toxin on the street and a side effect is being a little intoxicated. A thug hit me full on with 3 doses. Oh that’s why I’m telling you everything,” Bruce said suddenly understanding.

“That explains a lot,” you replied. Bruce stood up with you in his arms suddenly. “Bruce! Don’t drop me!” You clung to him.

“Ive got you. I want to take you to bed,” he said.

“I think you’re a little drunk for-“

“No. I want to lay on your chest while you play with my hair. Ive always got to act so serious but sometimes I just want to be cuddled,” he admitted, carefully carrying you up the stairs.

“Oh,” you could only say. “We can do that,” you answered. Bruce laid you softly on the silky black sheets of his giant bed. You don’t think you’d even been in it without sex on the agenda. Bruce slide between your thighs to rest his head on your chest and hold you tightly. He slid a blanket over you both.

“I try to act like I don’t but I’m probably in love with you. Being batman will screw that up so I just act like I don’t while enjoying your bomb ass pussy,” he muttered and you bit your tongue not to laugh. This truth stuff must be very powerful. “I don’t think I can get it up tonight but tomorrow I wanna fuck you in every corner of this room plus the shower.”

“Okay less talking,” you hushed while running your hand through his thick silky black hair. Bruce snuggled in and kissed your collarbone before relaxing to fall asleep. It didn’t take much for you to join him. You’d figure it out in the morning.

[salemsailedaway]

“It’s just like i was a kid again. But i wasn’t. And he never was.”

a/n: hey, it’s me salem, just a warning..

this comes from a kinda personal place. it’s a comfort fic and it contains some mentions of r4p3, s/a, and inc3st. This is what i wish happened, i wish i had a wilbur to comfort me through these past memories but, i didn’t. this is kinda a way to comfort me because it makes me feel like i had a hero.

going to my grandmas house was either the worst or the best, there was no sane in between, i mean, i’d either wake up to a stupid smelly boy or,,

or, my mom would head to the hospital and i’d be left to my grandma. i’d get home after a long day and toss my stuffed bag onto the floor with a dull thud, i’d rush to the back door and rip my shoes and socks from my aching feet, and it was heaven from there.

i rushed out to the garden before my grandma had time to stop me, before she could tell me that “he” would be home in the evening. i didn’t want to know that and i didn’t care, i just wanted to see the other boy,, the boy who didn’t wrong me. The handsome man id know since birth and even before then. i felt like i had known him my whole life, with him it was heaven, with him,, “he” couldn’t hurt me like i’d feared. “wilbur !” i yelped with joy, jumping into the taller’s arms. he chuckled and ruffled my hair, “Did you shrink?” i puffed my cheeks out and jumped down from him, “you- you definitely just- grew !” he only smiled, that pearly white smile i adored. i heard- my grandma yelling, “[REDACTED] will be over soon!” and that was enough to switch the mood.

“i never liked that guy you know? always so show offish..” he said as he cracked open a soft drink, “you can.. stay here tonight.” i shook my head, it was getting late and i knew that my happiness would be over as soon as i saw that face. “lets just savor this, yea ?” i said smiling my best smile. “Yeah,” wilbur said, worry was evident in his face and in his voice, but i tried to convince him i was fine nonetheless. We tried not to pass the time and just bask in each other’s presence’s, talking about whatever and holding each other, looking at the stars greeting the sun as it took its leave. i felt sick. i felt sick walking to that- that den. it was awful because i knew i couldn’t escape. i just had to face it, a million more times just to see wilbur.

“hey! nice to see ya!” “he” spoke with a stupid lopsided grin. he reeked of sweat and dog fur and when he hugged me, i almost puked. “ha- yea !” i grimaced into his shoulder and quickly pulled away, yet the adults, our supervisors, our rulers did nothing and saw nothing. why didn’t they save me ? probably because they’re too fucking selfish to even think about the possibility of their “sweet baby” being a repulsive monster. “how’ve ya been?” his hand rested on my shoulder, “haha great !” i forced a smile to my face and tried so hard to push down the bile in my throat. “that’s good, good..” he trailed off and that tone, that certain phrase made me shake my head. not tonight,, please god not tonight. “let’s head to the gaming room, i got something new to show ya.” once more i shook my head, “not,, tonight ? m’ tired, man,,” i spoke slowly, meekly. “oh come on! i thought you missed me?” “yeah, it won’t kill ya to spend a little time with your old cousin!” my aunt backed him up as my grandma nodded softly. it might kill me, it really might. and it really did, as soon as i got into “our special room” my clothes were torn and so was my heart. i miss my heaven.

after “he” fell asleep i went upstairs. i vomited several times and quietly sobbed. big messy tears ran down my cheeks and my throat ached. i cleaned myself up before sneaking out, i needed to see him. it was cold but it was so much more bearable than whatever i had gone through in that stupid house, i didnt care if i was stepping on broken beer bottles and dead animals, i needed to see wilbur. even if i had to run through this stupid forest filled with waste and rot, i thought that i’d become the waste and the rot if i wasn’t purified. Purified by wilbur.

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There Was Only One Bed part 2

AOT boys x Reader (I added more people because wow the first part was so fun to write)

Plot: You and him came back from a mission that left you both insanely tired. It’s too late to go home so you two decide to check into a hotel. There’s only one room left, with only one bed 😳

Levi

lets be real

Levi needs some damn sleep

and he was looking forward to resting after such as long day

but when he heard there was only one bed he kind of just

sighed

of course something has to happen when he just wants to relax

after seeing the cards he was dealt with he felt the most gentlemanly thing to do was offer you the bed

“Here, go to sleep in the bed. I’ll take the floor.”

“But Levi, you’re exhausted!” you pleaded

“I barely even sleep at night the floor is fine.”

not gonna lie it is hard to argue with someone like Levi

but you would not let him sleep on the floor

“You can take half of the bed, I don’t mind,” you told him hoping he’d take the offer

it was late and he knew he’d probably not sleep much at all like usual

he accepted your offer

but only settled at the very edge of the bed

it didn’t look comfortable lol but is Levi ever comfortable

you just shrugged it off before telling him goodnight

that is until you had a nightmare

you dreamt that you were the sole survivor when you and the scouts went to attack Marley

sometimes fellow humans are scarier than titans

you awoke to Levi shaking you concerned

“Hey, you were having a nightmare, are you okay?” he asked genuinely worried

that nightmare was too realistic as you felt tears roll down your cheek

Levi tenderly wiped your tears and felt his heart break at how warm they were and how many there were

“You’re safe here, I’ll make sure of it,” he said as he gingerly caressed your cheek

you slept peacefully later that night safe with Levi by your side 

Bertolt

when Bert saw that there was one bed he immediately felt flustered despite how tired he was

he kinda became a stammering mess

“Y/N, it’s okay you can have it!” 

“I can have what?” you questioned since he just blurted that sentence out

“The... bed” he muttered as he looked at the ground

he didn’t have to make the situation this much more awkward yet here we are

Bertolt being himself lol

but after hearing that he wanted you to have the bed you immediately offered it to him

“No you should have the bed! You’ve done so much today you need to rest,” you said

“No you should have the bed! I sleep really weird so I don’t want to bother you,” he admitted

how weird could he sleep?

maybe he snored? that’s not that weird

you insisted you two could share the bed and place a pillow in between you two

which he reluctantly agreed

it was late after all

you said your goodnights and you drifted off to sleep

until

A LEG LANDS ON YOUR FACE

“AHH!” you jolt awake shoving the leg off your face

and lo and behold

Bertolt is sleeping sideways with his limbs spread all over

“Hey! wake up!!”

“Huh, OH IM SORRY!” Bertolt immediately retracted

“See I told you I sleep weirdly,” he muttered

yeah even the pillow didn’t save you from his legs

“Bertolt it’s totally fine you can’t control it”

this time you both drifted off to sleep

until you felt an arm around you

you opened an eye and yup Bertolt was sleeping weirdly again

but at least his arms are finally around you 

Porco

Porco does come off as an angry guy

he just gets annoyed easily by incompetence 

so when he saw there was only one bed he felt pretty annoyed by the situation

how could they fuck up this badly?

you could sense Porco’s annoyance and exhaustion 

so you decided to offer him the bed

“It’s okay, I’ll be fine on the floor,” you said

“No, I’m not going to let you sleep on the ground because of the hotel’s dumb mistake.”

“I insist! I’ll be-”

“Just take the other half of the bed.”

he did sound pissed but you could tell he cared that you got a good rest after the long day you two had

you climbed into your half of the bed

“Hey, sorry for snapping. I just couldn’t let you sleep on the ground like that,” he said sheepishly as he climbed into his half

you assured him that everything was fine 

“I just can’t believe they managed to get it this wrong! Some hotel they are, I ought to write them a bad review. This is not how I wanted to get in bed with you,” he rambled on

that last part though

W H A T

“Um, Porco?” you asked feeling flustered

“Hmm, what, OH! Um, you didn’t hear that right?” 

you could tell he was flustered as well judging by his flushed cheeks and wide eyes

he didn’t mean to let that out

but thanks to his exhaustion he was being a bit too honest tonight

“You know I hoped we’d be in bed together someday too,” you admitted

he relaxed a little at this but there was an awkward pause

“Wait, you... like me?” he asked

“I have for a while,” you said not making eye contact yet here you were in his bed

“I didn’t think we’d be in bed together when you finally confessed,” he laughed which helped relax you

you spent that night cuddling and giggling as you two learned about how much you two liked each other

and laughing at how the “awful hotel” ended up helping you two finally confess

Colt

ok out of these guys I think Colt is the most gentlemanly 

when he saw that there was one bed he immediately claimed the ground as his sleeping spot

“Colt! That won’t be comfortable at all!”

“It’s okay Y/N, you deserve the bed!”

“Colt, I can see you shivering. Just get into the bed,” you insisted

he was too tired to argue with you so he did as he was told

“Ok but feel free to kick me out any time I won’t be offended I promise!”

you rolled your eyes 

yeah it wasn’t ideal but you both deserved a bed to sleep on after such a long day of taking Marleyan officers’ orders

it was insane how fast Colt fell asleep

seconds after he gave you permission to kick him out he was out cold

you chuckled and turned off the lights to go to bed

you were sleeping peacefully

until

you heard a voice?? at this hour??

your eyes shot open and realized the voice belonged to Colt

who was sleep talking

it sounded like he was telling someone something

“Y/N... and I slept together....No not like that...”

you couldn’t help but to feel a little flustered and amused 

this was entertaining so you kept watching

“Can me and Y/N....be..a reality?”

“Yes,” you muttered in agreement

at this point it looked like Colt had fallen in his dream and shot up awake

“Oh! Hey Y/N, sorry if I woke you up, I just-”

“So you were telling people we slept together?” you teased

Colt paused for a second

“How do you know about that...?”

“Has anyone told you that you sleep talk?”

Colt was a blushing mess now and kept asking how much of it you heard

you shut him up by asking if you and him could be a reality

that instantly answered all his questions

he played it cool though

“Yes, let’s become a reality, you’ll make my dreams come true,” he said

and that’s how you became his dream girl

Zeke

we all know how Zeke feels about mistakes

or as he puts, “miscalculations”

either way he is annoyed that a singular bed has become yet another one of his problems

he’s too tired to deal with this shit

but he also didn’t want to sleep on the ground but he didn’t want you to either

“Want the other half of the bed?” he just asked as he walked towards one side

“Yeah, I guess so. Thanks,” you said as you took the other side

you felt a little more awkward about it than Zeke did but you didn’t want to reject his offer

Just as you were about to go to sleep Zeke spoke up

“Do you think if people just disappeared problems would go away too?”

this was a pretty heavy question

definitely a late night thought

“Not necessarily,” you replied

“Elaborate.”

“Well, I think that people, no matter who they are, will have lasting impacts on the world,” you replied

you both continued having this philosophical discussion

you were impressed with his beliefs on the topic

Zeke was always a mysterious person and it was rare he opened up this way

he alluded that he didn’t have the greatest childhood which you sympathized with

maybe this is why he believed the way he did

you assured him that he was wanted 

“Thank you, it helps hearing someone say that. Even though I have one year left, I agree that my time on this Earth would have an impact. There’s no greater beast than me,” 

you could imagine how his mind was knowing he had a year left

maybe this is why he thought like this 

you lost track of time when you felt his arm envelop you

his warmth lulled you to sleep

thought provoking conversations are tiring but at least you’ve got him next to you