#but I did want to say I'm grateful to the nice comments I received--I get so scared when I curate my space at times ... especially if-

[throughpatchesofviolet]

Good morning ... I am feeling so much better, today. Thank you so much for all the support and kind words--it really does mean a lot. /gen

[hayakawalove]

Cheater Cheater Pumpkin Eater

Summary: You're happy with your husband, you swear. Except you actually aren't. You're so unhappy in fact, that you find yourself in a cheap bar late one night. Two men find you, and it leads to a night of fun.

A/N: Yeah. It goes without saying that I DON'T CONDONE CHEATING! I don't know why I wrote this. I actually used to really hate cheating fics, so much so that I would filter the tag out. They used to trigger me super bad. I'm not sure why I wrote this. Maybe as a way of doing exposure therapy, maybe just to practice writing things I normally don't write. Whatever the case is, here you go. I hope y'all enjoy! As always, I appreciate your guys comments so much, seriously!

CW: Smut, Vaginal Sex, Cheating (You Cheat on Your Husband), Hand Jobs, Cunnilingus, Face-Sitting, Finger Sucking, Spit Kink, Protected Sex, Threesome - F/M/M, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Alcohol, Dirty Talk, Humiliation, Praise Kink, Cum Swallowing, Hook-Up, No Strings Attached, Reader Feels Bad (Doesn't Last Long), Hair-pulling, Female Reader, AFAB Reader

W/C: 6,154

Credit to cafekitsune for the banner

You’re happy. 

You really are. 

Those are the words you find yourself repeating like a mantra, a self assuring prayer on a loop in your mind. 

You have a great life. 

A wonderful job, a nice house, the perfect husband. 

People live their entire lives searching for what you’ve been so graciously dealt. 

So why did it feel like you were lying to yourself when you repeated that mantra? 

The words felt uneasy in your mind at first, the weight of them feeling unknown on your tongue. You’d never really thought about it before. Were you happy? The more you told yourself that you were, the more the saying turned your stomach sour. 

You were happy. You were happy. You were happy. 

You weren’t happy. 

At first, it began like a tingle in the back of your throat. Not disruptive, but most certainly there, no matter how hard you tried to get rid of it. It was the most obvious when you felt like you should be grateful for something.

Before going to bed at night, finishing a big project at work, when your husband kissed your cheek. 

The doubt simmers in your gut, barely a blip on your radar.

It was hardly noticeable, until it wasn’t. 

The thought became a raging forest fire, drowning out all your other senses. Every day was the same. It was so boring. Nothing lit a spark in you. 

You weren’t sure how to even remedy it. Not only that, but you would listen to your friends talk about their lives, and how it was monotonous for them as well. Maybe life just had to be like this. 

There’s a pit in your stomach as you walk to your car. You really didn’t want to go home tonight. Not when you knew your loving husband would be waiting for you; not when you knew you had all the reasons in the world to be happy, but you just weren’t. 

“Hey, sexy lady!” A man’s voice rings out around you. 

When you flick your head around you see a man who’s much older than you sizing you up. Your knee jerk reaction is to be disgusted, but you aren’t, not fully at least. 

You’re flattered. 

When was the last time someone paid you a compliment like that? Your husband told you you were beautiful all the time, but it felt rehearsed, like the words had lost their meaning. Sure, a stranger calling you sexy was a bit half assed, but at least it was real.

“Thank you! But I’m married-“ you reply, even though the man is long gone by now. 

You straighten your shoulders and open your car door, accepting the fluke. 

~~~

You’re craving the attention again. 

You feel like an addict craving their next hit. You didn’t want anything else, other than a bit of attention from a stranger. It wouldn’t hurt, would it? 

Over the next couple of days you craft a plan. You were going to get dressed up and go to a bar, nothing major. You just wanted to put yourself in a situation where you could receive attention, maybe get a couple of compliments. It really wasn’t that big of a deal. 

Your husband texted you to inform you that he would be at the office late tonight. You try to ignore the pang of guilt that shoots through you when you tell him that it’s okay, you wouldn’t be doing much anyway. 

Liar.

The dress you’re wearing feels a bit too tight, fitting to your form like another layer of skin. You hadn’t worn it in years. There never was any need to. You and your husband didn't go on dates much anymore, instead choosing to settle down for movie nights or dinner. 

Your makeup is more extreme than usual. It highlights all your favorite features, and the colors are a bit dramatic. Even though it felt different, you had to admit that you looked good. 

You fiddle with your ring, watching the way it catches the light. Reluctantly, you pull it off and put it in your purse. You feel naked not wearing it. Hopefully, more people would compliment you if you didn’t have it on.

You sling your purse over your shoulder and turn your phone off, you wouldn’t be needing it anyway, sliding your high heels on. 

The bar you decide on is on the furthest edge of town, in a much seedier neighborhood. On any chosen day you wouldn’t be caught dead on this side of town, and neither would any of your loved ones. Which is precisely why you chose to be there in the first place. 

Nobody would recognize you. Not that it would be a problem if they did, you remind yourself. You weren’t doing anything wrong. 

The bar is loud as you enter, eager voices discussing a variety of topics over cheap alcohol. The smell of liquor is strong, the astringent scent nearly burning the inside of your nostrils. 

You slide over to the counter and take a seat on one of the rickety stools. It’d be a miracle if it doesn’t break under your weight, it looks like it’s two seconds from collapsing on its own. 

You order a mixed drink and smile as the bartender passes it to you, your heart fluttering at the way he grins back. 

Validation springs throughout your body. It feels like you’re being rejuvenated, adrenaline coursing through your veins.

See? What you were doing wasn’t so bad. 

“What's a fine young thing like yourself doing over here?” 

When you turn around to catch a glimpse of the man shamelessly hitting on you, you feel your stomach turn. You had never seen someone so attractive before. 

A head full of soft white hair, messy in an almost endearing way. You can’t catch a glimpse of his eyes due to the sunglasses that rest on his nose. On anyone else it would come off as douchey, it was dark out and you were inside a bar, but for him it seemed oddly fitting. 

There’s a cocky grin on his face as he leans against the counter where you sit. He’s close enough that you can smell the soap he used to scrub himself with. An intoxicating scent, cedarwood and bergamot.

“Enjoying some alone time.” You reply, deciding on playing hard to get. 

It would be nice to see him continue to try, even if you didn’t make it easy. 

“I’m sorry to interrupt. I just had to tell you how gorgeous you were.” 

He didn’t sound sorry, didn’t look it either.

“I know.” You take a small sip of you drink, staring up at him as you do so. 

You would never be so forward in your day to day life. You much preferred to be humble. Humble was cute, humble was safe. 

You were tired of being safe. 

The strangers lips spread even further and you catch a glimpse of him running his tongue along his teeth. You can’t see, but you feel like he’s staring down at you, gaze assessing your features. You hope he likes what he sees. 

“Sir, can I get another one of these for her?” He flags down the bartender and motions to your drink. 

“I didn’t tell you I wanted another one.” You reply, stirring the drink you’re currently nursing. 

The man beside you raises a brow, before sliding out a wad of cash. He hands it to the bartender without looking away from you, confidence leaking from his pores. 

“You shouldn’t have to. A gentleman should be able to notice.”

You feel a heavy weight drop on top of you. He was right. True gentlemen should take note of the small things, right? 

Your husband hardly ever did. 

The crack inside your heart begins to deepen; you know there’s not going to be a way back from this. Do you mind that you won’t be able to recover? 

No. 

You don’t. 

You grin at him and toss back the rest of your drink before taking the new one from him. It’s cold against your hand, a sickly sweet scent wafting up from the cup. 

“Who’s your little friend?” A second voice enters.

You flick your eyes from the man beside you to see who’s talking. Long black locks and chestnut eyes. 

“Suguru. This is…” The first man talks.

You state your name, nerves beginning to take hold in your chest. When it was just one of them it was fine, but two of them? 

“I’m Satoru Gojo, and this is Suguru Geto.” The original man says. “Pleased to meet you.” He finishes, dipping his face down to look at you above his glasses. 

Electric cerulean greets you, nearly taking your breath away. 

He smirks and pushes his glasses back up before tossing a look over his shoulder towards his friend.

Suguru circles around you, and you can’t help but let your eyes follow his movements. It feels like he’s sizing you up, a dark gleam in his gaze as he settles in the spot beside you.

It feels a bit like the walls are caving in on you, except the metaphorical walls are in the form of two bulky men. 

You wanted attention, that much was true, but you weren’t sure you were ready for this amount. 

“What brings you to this dive bar?” The one called Suguru questions. 

You take a sip of your drink as you ponder a response. What should you tell them? You were here with friends? The truth? 

“Needed to get out of the house.” You decide on. 

Well, it wasn’t completely wrong. 

“So you decided to come to this shit hole?” Satoru says. 

“You decided to come here too, didn’t you?” You reply back.

Satoru looks away, his bottom lip pouting out. It was a shit hole. The two men looked oddly out of place. Their clothes looked to be worth more than half your rent, and there was an effortless elegance flowing from them. You were sure that they belonged anywhere else. 

“We were just passing through town, and this was the first place we found.” Suguru responds for Satoru. 

You wonder how true that statement is. 

Could it be that the both of them are also running away from something in their personal lives? 

You could only hope. 

Maybe it would make you feel less guilty. 

Suguru’s nursing a whiskey now, lips shining in the low light from the tantalizing liquid. It’s a bit hypnotizing, watching the way his lips pucker as he takes measured sips. 

You feel like nothing can break you from the trance you’re in, nothing that is, until something brushes your thighs. It’s Satoru’s fingers, skimming your skin under the guise of tugging your dress down. 

“I like your dress,” Satoru murmurs, his knuckles causing goosebumps to erupt along your thighs. 

You watch as he slowly drags his fingers back, letting your eyes trail up until you reach his face, only to see that he’s already staring at you. 

“Yeah?” You ask, breathless.

Satoru hums and flicks his gaze back down to your legs. There’s lead in your stomach as you watch his pupils flicker. You can only guess what’s on his mind. 

“Say, do you have any plans for the night?” Suguru questions, settling his arm around the back of your chair. 

His thumb brushes against your shoulder, making your breath stagger. The ambiance is more than heavy, a thick understanding settling over the three of you. 

“No, I don't.” You take one last sip of your drink before looking at the boys once more. 

“Want to go have some fun, then?” Satoru asks, an evil glint in his eyes. 

You begin to understand how Eve could not resist the temptation.

“Please,” you all but plead.

You reach a hand out and Satoru laces his fingers in yours, tugging you along until you’re forced to navigate through the crowds in the bar. There’s a heat behind you, and you register it as Suguru’s presence shortly following after you. 

There’s something bubbling up in your stomach, anticipation you think, as you watch the back of Satoru’s head. 

He’s so tall. 

You briefly wonder what it would feel like to run your fingers through his hair. Would it be soft? Would he like the way it feels? 

Satoru pushes the bar door open, a gust of wind whipping your face. The sensation almost shocks you to your senses, but Satoru doesn’t allow it. 

He slows down and stops beside you, throwing his arm around your shoulder. You’re being tugged beside him, smooshed against his lean frame as he walks you to their car. 

“We’re gonna have so much fun,” he comments, whispering into the crown of your head. 

Your stomach flips. You think he may be right. 

Suguru walks ahead and spins keys around his fingers before unlocking the car. You’re unable to recognize the brand, only able to see that it’s expensive. 

Satoru opens the passenger door and you’re greeted with fine black leather. It dawns on you that someone’s going to have to sit in the back. 

How was this going to work? 

Were you supposed to sit in the back? 

Wouldn’t that be weird? 

When you come to, you see that Satoru’s already sitting in the front seat, his hand holding yours as he looks up at you with an expectant gaze. 

“Come on.” He murmurs. 

He pulls you closer, spreading his legs to make room for you. He wants you to sit on his lap? 

You look around, noticing how empty the parking lot is. You were already making bad choices, so you figure you may as well go all in. 

You inch in the car, settling on top of his lap. His thighs are warm beneath you, your exposed legs shifting back and forth. He shuts the door, settling his hands on your body while Suguru starts the car. You never once stop to think about how this may be considered dangerous, all you can think about is how you want more of it. 

“Ready, princess?” Suguru’s voice is like velvet as it comes out. 

As ready as you’ll ever be. 

“Yes.” You fake confidence, shining a grin that feels entirely too exaggerated. 

Suguru chuckles and reverses the car, the action fluid. Satoru’s still holding onto your thighs, the proximity to him causing your heart to race. You don’t know who to focus on. Even their hands have you in a trance. Suguru’s fingers grip the steering wheel, knuckles making your mouth water, while Satoru holds your legs, his palms suspiciously moving further up.

You can feel the outline of something beneath you, and you think you know what it is, but you want to be sure. 

You shimmy your ass a bit, turning your head over your shoulder to look at Satoru. There’s a dangerous grin on his face as he looks at you over his glasses. 

“Careful there, baby.” He warns. 

Your mouth immediately dries, desperation crawling up the back of your throat. The outline below you is much thicker than it was several minutes ago. He was hard. 

The engine stops, and your stomach turns over. You’re stopped at a hotel. It’s on the nicer side of town, luckily the part of the city none of your friends ventured to. The building in front of you is at least twenty stories high, the air of wealth floating over to you. 

Just what did these guys do for a living? 

“Come on.” Satoru says, patting your thigh twice. 

You snap out of it and hop out of the car, eyes drawing to the two men next to you. Suguru stuffs his keys in his pocket and slides beside you, snaking his arm up your back. His hand rests against the nape of your neck, softly holding you. The act feels borderline protective.

You peer up at him and he grants you a smile before leading you next to him, guiding you by your neck towards the hotel entrance. It’s even nicer on the inside than it is on the outside. 

A chandelier hangs from the ceiling, you know that it must be made of glass but at first glance it looks like diamonds. There’s little dots along the walls from the reflection of the fine material, hypnotizing you. A soft tune echoes in the background, Mozart you think, that lulls you into a sense of relaxation. 

“Good afternoon.” The check in attendant nods at Suguru. 

Does this scene look weird to him? 

Suguru acts as though it’s completely normal, dipping his head down in response before facing forward again, heading towards the elevators. Maybe it was normal for Suguru. 

Maybe they’d done this countless times before, and you weren’t special. You have to remind yourself that that’s the point. You weren’t any better. In fact, you’re pretty sure you’re objectively worse. Tonight wouldn’t mean anything. Just a quick, nasty fuck. 

Out of your periphery you see Satoru jab his finger into the elevator button. He seems a bit impatient. Excited, maybe. 

He’s bouncing on the balls of his feet, looking up as the numbers on the screen decrease, indicating the elevator was inching closer and closer. 

He’s a bit beautiful. 

You knew that before. But his beauty looks different under the fine chandelier light of the hotel. The way he looked in the dingy bar, although still incredibly attractive, was a far cry from how he appears now. Almost ethereal, you’d say. The warm glow of the lights above make him look like a painting. 

Suguru’s the same as Satoru. The lighting and surroundings of the hotel are making him appear even more stunning than before. When you peer up at him, he glances down and grins back at you. It feels like you’ve been caught red handed. You look away quickly, just in time to watch the elevator doors slide open. 

Satoru hops in and waits for you and Suguru to enter before pressing ‘18’. 

The music inside the elevator is much more quiet, yet you’re still grateful for it. You’re nervous, your fists clenching and unclenching at your sides. It was hard to believe that you were really doing this. The soft piano helps soothe your nerves, as you will your mind to stop racing.

Suguru’s hand slides off your neck and you find yourself almost missing the sensation. The warmth from his palm fades away, along with the sense of protection it provided. 

You only have a moments reprieve before the other man jumps at you. 

Satoru’s mouth is on yours in an instant, his tongue smoothing along your bottom lip. You groan in surprise before following along, letting your hands slide up his shirt. 

He’s muscular. 

Images flash in your brain of what he may look like shirtless. Your mind paints up a mouthwatering scene, full of hard lines and bulging muscles.

Your mouth opens to accept him, his tongue quickly entangling with yours. It’s hot and messy. Spit dribbles from the sides of your lips, and you can hardly catch your breath. 

“Don’t be so greedy, Satoru.” Suguru chides. 

Shit, you had almost forgotten he was there. 

Embarrassment fills your veins instantly. It suddenly hits you that you were going to have sex with both of them. How was this going to work? The idea seems daunting. 

Satoru grunts in retaliation and you almost think he doesn’t want to share. The man proves you wrong though, when he tugs you forward towards him. His body crashes against yours, and you have to hold his firm biceps to stabilize yourself. Suguru glides behind you, his hands quickly finding your hips. 

You’re trapped. 

Satoru parts from your lips, a thin string of saliva snapping once he removes himself. Your mind is crowded by lust as you look up at him with heavy lids. 

You want more. 

It’s a good thing there were two of them. 

Suguru grips your chin from behind and turns your head sideways, pressing his mouth against yours. His lips aren’t as sweet as Satoru, but it makes your knees weak all the same. 

Suguru is more methodical in his approach. He waits until you’re reaching a hand down, squeezing his arm against your waist. With a chuckle he parts his lips, sliding his tongue along your mouth, the movement painfully slow.

Satoru has moved his focus to your neck now. He’s kissing and biting down the column of your throat, the heat from his breathing making you shiver. You use your other hand to glide through his hair, urging him forward to continue his attack on your throat. 

Only when he starts sucking do you realize the severity of his actions. 

“N-no hickeys.” You tear yourself away from Suguru to say. 

Satoru looks at you for a second before chuckling, dragging his tongue up your throat. “Sure thing, princess.” 

Your shoulders sag in relief as you feel Satoru begin to go easy on you, only licking and kissing your tender flesh. You’re grateful you caught him in time. 

Suguru kisses you once more and you moan, a sound that spurs the two men on. Satoru raises a hand to paw at your breasts through your dress, and Suguru’s grip has tightened. 

The elevator dings just in time. 

Your entanglement felt longer than a life time, but it couldn’t have been more than two minutes. Suguru reluctantly tears himself away from you, watching as you catch your breath. Satoru is a bit more stubborn, only stopping once you say his name. 

Luckily the hallway in front of you is empty. The three of you step out, and you let them guide you to their room. 

“Here we are.” Satoru murmurs. 

Suguru, apparently master of the keys, lifts up a card and unlocks the door. When it opens he pushes the door in, letting you and Satoru go first. 

The room is huge. 

There’s a living room with a decent sized kitchen, along with two doors that can only lead to what you assume to be bedrooms. 

“Home sweet home,” Satoru lifts up a hand, waving it towards their hotel room. “Well, I guess hotel sweet hotel-“ 

“Satoru.” You all but plead, looking up at him desperately. 

His eyes flick down to you and he grins before stepping closer. 

“Sorry baby, you need something, huh?” He crashes his lips against yours again. 

The kiss is even more urgent this time around. Satoru lifts his glasses up blindly, before walking backwards to lead you further inside. 

You reach behind your back and pat around, trying to feel for your zipper. You need your clothes off now. When you don’t feel the flimsy tab, you turn around and look over your shoulder as if that will help any.  

“Keep having your fun, princess.” Suguru murmurs, his fingers expertly finding the elusive zipper. 

You whine and face forward again, kissing Satoru once more. Suguru carefully pulls it down, a cool rush of air grazing your back once it’s open. 

He leans down and kisses your spine, slowly making his way up while you shove your tongue down Satoru’s throat. 

The room’s spinning, you’re sure of it. 

Suguru takes his lips off your back so he can slide the dress off your shoulders, his hands grazing your skin causing you to break out in goosebumps. 

The dress falls to the floor, leaving you exposed in only your bra and underwear. It was an expensive set, one you had bought years ago yet hadn’t gotten much of a use out of. 

Satoru pulls his lips away to glance down at your figure before looking back up at your face. Your lips are swollen, eyes fluttering in need. 

“Shit…” he whispers to himself before kissing you again. 

Suguru’s hands roam your body, letting you have your playtime as he explores your skin. His palms glide against your stomach and thighs, moving slowly. 

You must be soaked already. 

Satoru tears himself back again, hands reaching for his shirt. He undresses in a matter of seconds, leaving himself only in his underwear. His body is even more amazing than you had conjured up in your mind. 

He was muscular without being overtly so, leaning more towards the body of a runner. His skin is pale, matching the tone of his hair. 

You run your hands up his stomach to his chest, letting your fingers dance along the grooves of his muscles. His head hangs low as he watches you drag your nails against him. 

Suguru stands next to you as he pulls his shirt off his head, the action catching your eye. You turn around and allow your gaze to float down to his chest. He looks just as perfect as Satoru. 

You tug Suguru closer and kiss him, his slow pace allowing you a chance to recuperate. 

“Want you to sit on my face.” Satoru says, his hands skirting along your body. 

So much for recuperating. 

“O-okay.” 

Satoru leads you and Suguru into one of the bedrooms before making himself comfortable on the bed. His form takes up the whole length of the bed, head at the end as he looks up expectantly. 

You look over your shoulder to see Suguru watching you. His lids are heavy as he stares at you, desire unmistakably falling over his features. He dips his head as if he was comforting you, or giving you permission. You slide your underwear off before tossing a leg over Satoru’s face, lowering yourself just above his mouth. You’re facing the end of the bed, Suguru standing in front of you. 

“So fucking wet.” Satoru mumbles to himself before sticking his tongue out, tugging your hips down until he meets your pussy. 

“F-fuck!” You moan, your hand latching onto his white locks. 

“That feel good?” Suguru asks. 

You bite your lip and look up at him, watching as his hand reaches down to unbuckle his pants. The sight makes you flustered. He maintains eye contact as he tugs them down, his cock still contained behind his underwear. 

“Open.” He says in a hushed tone. 

Your lips part, jaw dropping open at his order. 

“Atta girl.” 

Suguru eases his thumb into your mouth, watching as your lips wrap around him. You suck softly, bobbing your head as you lick the sides of his thumb. 

He looks delighted as you perform for him. You try your best to focus on the task at hand, but Satoru is making it increasingly difficult. His tongue is sticking out, flicking against your swollen clit. He drags it down before teasing your entrance, poking in several times before retreating to suck on your nub. 

You tug at his hair, grinding your body down against him. His hands have a tight grip on your ass, helping you hump against his mouth. 

“There you go, ride my fucking face.” Satoru growls below you. 

Your eyes roll back in your head, the pleasure coursing through your body. 

Suguru uses his other hand to pull down his boxers, allowing his cock to jump free. Everything feels too good. When you look back down, the sight makes you lightheaded. His cock is hard, tip leaky with anticipation as he watches you. 

He pumps it several times before reaching down to grab your free hand. Suguru wraps it around his cock, giving you free reign to pump him. 

His thumb never leaves your mouth. You’re sort of glad it doesn’t. If it did, you aren’t sure how loud you would be moaning. 

Suguru looks at your face as you begin to jack him off. He’s far more interested in watching you suck his thumb.

Satoru sucks on your clit, his eyes closed as he focuses on your body. You can feel yourself drip into him. 

“You gonna cum for us? On Satoru’s face?” Suguru coos. 

You moan around his thumb and squeeze your eyes shut. Fuck, you were going to cum on Satoru’s face. Soon, probably. 

Your palm slides down Suguru’s cock as your fist fucks him. He’s hot and heavy in your hand, his precum making the glide that much easier. 

Satoru speeds his actions up, his lips wrapped tightly around your nub. Your body tightens up in response, and you begin to cum. 

Satoru aides you through your orgasm, sucking the entire time as you twist above him. Your hand slows against Suguru’s cock as you pant around his thumb. 

Satoru flicks his tongue against your clit slowly before removing his mouth from you, allowing you to slide off his face. 

He sits up once you’re off, his chin completely covered in your essence. You’re almost embarrassed. Satoru looks unaffected, letting his tongue clean the cum on his lips. 

“Let’s go baby.” Satoru says. 

Suguru eases his thumb from your mouth, chuckling at the whimper you let out. You were really starting to get into it, too. 

Satoru helps you get onto your hands and knees, facing forward towards Suguru. Suguru reaches down to unclasp your bra, pulling it off your body before tossing it to the side. Your nipples instantly harden from the cold air. 

Satoru smoothes his hands down your back while admiring your trembling form beneath him. Aftershocks from your previous orgasm were still racking through your body. He tears his gaze away to look at the bedside table, grumbling before he finds what he’s looking for. You hear the sound of a condom being opened as you stare at Suguru’s cock. 

Would you be able to fit that in your mouth? 

“Alright,” Satoru mumbles, sliding the condom on before lining himself up with your entrance.

You part your lips, waiting for Suguru to slide himself in your mouth. Satoru’s cock pokes at your entrance, pushing past as he sinks into your pussy. You groan, your walls rushing to accommodate the stretch. 

Satoru’s jaw is clenched as he looks down, watching your pussy greedily accept him, squeezing his cock until he’s finally all of the way in. 

He pauses for a moment, and you slip Suguru’s cock into your mouth. His tip eases past your lips, precum dripping onto your taste buds as he pushes himself in further. 

You gag a bit, nose flaring as you try to breathe around his cock. It’s more difficult than you anticipated, drool sliding down your chin as you go as far as you can. 

Satoru begins to shallowly pump inside you, while Suguru starts to rock his hips. 

It doesn’t take long before Satoru is fucking you properly, the slick of your cum making it easy to glide inside you. Suguru lets you control the pace, bobbing your head against his cock as you swallow around him. 

Satoru pushes against your gspot with each thrust, the sensation making you moan around Suguru. 

This felt so good, you were left wondering why you didn’t do it sooner. 

Satoru groans behind you, feeling like his cock was being choked by your pussy. He reaches down and his fingers find your clit, rubbing in tight circles. You moan and your pussy tightens around Satoru in reaction. 

“Thaaaat’s it.” Satoru sounds almost breathless. “Bet your husband doesn’t fuck you this good, does he?” 

You stutter around Suguru, confusion sparking inside you. 

Husband?

How did he know?

Satoru laughs loudly, continuing to fuck into you. 

“What? You didn’t think we’d notice?” Suguru inserts himself into the discussion. “There’s a tan line around your ring finger, darling.”

Satoru thrusts into you even harder. “No hickeys? Come on.” His fingers speed up around your clit, making you moan against Suguru. “So I’ll repeat myself, your husband doesn’t fuck you like this, does he?” 

The humiliation was almost suffocating, yet it turned you on so badly you could hardly stand it. 

Suguru pulls himself from your throat, watching as you loudly gasp for air. 

You feel ruined. But you like it. 

“N-no,” you moan out. 

“No? That’s right.” Satoru mumbles under his breath. 

With each thrust it feels like he’s knocking all common sense from you. Your fingers dig into the sheets below, hoping it will relieve some of the pressure but all it manages to do is crumple the bedding. 

Suguru presses himself back into your throat, throwing his head back as you bob your head along him. You run your tongue down the sides of his cock, stroking him as you suck. 

“Can tell you aren’t happy with him, you just needed to be fucked properly, is that right?” Satoru continues. 

You moan around Suguru, unable to reply. Satoru understands the sentiment, pressing harder against your clit. You tighten up around him again, unable to control the way your cunt squeezes him. He keeps filling you up, his cock somehow pressing into all the right places. You’re getting close to cumming again, body begging for the sensation once more. 

Satoru’s hands are gripping your hips hard, so hard that there’s a voice in the back of your brain telling you he may leave marks, but you’re in too deep already. Drool is seeping from your lips, hanging in strings down your chin as you swallow Suguru’s cock. You wonder who’s going to cum first. 

Your orgasm inches closer, made possible by the strum of Satoru’s fingers against your needy clit. He’s groaning behind you, the sounds spurring you on. 

“Come on, come on baby. Cum on my cock.” He urges with a groan. 

Your pussy clenches around his cock hard and you release, cumming harder than you ever have before. 

“Just like that, just like that.” He talks you through it, a whimper breaking his voice. 

Suguru makes good use of your slack jaw, pounding so hard into your throat that you surmise it’s going to bruise. There’s no oxygen in your brain, no thoughts in your head, just pure bliss as you cum on Satoru. 

“You’re gonna make me-“ Satoru lets out a long moan, hips jerking against you, his cock twitching as he fills the condom with his cum. 

You’re trying to breathe heavily through your nose as you come down, allowing Suguru to use you as he sees fit. His face is concentrated as he stares down at you, admiring the mess you’ve become as he fucks your throat. He swears under his breath before coming to a stop, spurting hot cum in your mouth. 

You struggle to swallow it all, briefly feeling like you were drowning in the fluid, before you gulp it down. It’s messy, some of his cum paints your lips as he slides his now softening cock out of your mouth. 

The room is filled with the sounds of your mixed panting, bodies all entering a state of relaxation. Satoru eases himself from your pussy, inhaling sharply as he slips out. He removes the condom, tying it before tossing it into the bin beside the bed. You’re in complete bliss, fucked out from every orifice. 

Suguru smoothes your hair down and finds a washcloth to wipe the filth from your lips, smiling to himself at your expression. 

“You can stay the night, if you’d like.” Satoru says as he relaxes on the bed. 

He glances at the clock and ascertains that it’s much later than you were intending. You mumble to yourself and nod, not fully comprehending what ramifications may be waiting at home for you. 

Satoru opens the blankets for you, waiting as Suguru cleans between your legs. The actions are a bit sweet. Everything is. You were expecting them to kick you to the curb after you had sex, so you’re pleasantly surprised when they slide in bed next to you, laying on either side. 

Satoru’s arms are wrapped tightly around your frame as you nod off, and you feel truly happy for the first time in years. 

~~~

You aren’t sure what wakes you up in the morning. Your internal clock, maybe. Your body is sore as you groan, flipping onto your back. The hotel ceiling greets you as you crack your eyes open. A brief bit of panic courses through you. 

So last night was real, huh? 

You turn your head and notice the bed beside you is completely devoid of anyone else, both men seemingly having vanished. You aren’t sure if you feel more sad or relieved. Sad because you enjoyed their presence, but relieved because now you could pretend like nothing happened. 

Is that what you wanted to do? 

You were having a hard time believing that that would be easy, that you could go back to your old life and be content when you knew there was so much more out there. 

You sit up and look towards the clock. You were in deep shit. There’s a note on the beside table that catches your attention. You lift it up, reading the words on the page. It fills you with a deep sense of satisfaction once you notice a phone number on it.

“Call us if you want to have a good time. -Satoru and Suguru.” 

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say you'll see me again

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pairing: Dave York x f!reader

word count: 789 (it's a smol one)

tags/warnings: explicit smut -> 18+ mdni, dbf!Dave, somewhat unhealthy relationship dynamics (in the past), daddy issues (reader’s dad sucks big time), able-bodied reader, no use of y/n, divorced Dave, angst, but also... nice things :)

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No one’s there to cheer you on at your graduation ceremony, no one to sit in the audience and clap when your name is being called and you walk across the stage. You didn’t invite anyone. 

A small part of you, the part that still feels like the 12 year old girl who thought that her father would love her if she only tried hard enough, had hoped that somehow he would know anyway. Would show up to surprise you. 

It’s less of a surprise that he didn’t. 

When you accept the certificate with your name on it, it gives you a grim sense of satisfaction. You’ve done it on your own. On your own terms, with your own money.

Your father had all but thrown you out of the house after seeing you leave on the security camera footage mere hours after he’d declared that you were grounded. It’s been a challenge, adjusting to the lack of his financial aid, getting by entirely on your own. It also felt like freedom, like you were finally able to breathe. 

You swallow down the bitterness that stings in your chest and rises up your throat when you watch your classmates, your friends, surrounded by their families. Proud smiles, hands on shoulders, long hugs. Fueling a longing that’s been there for as long as you can remember. It wouldn’t have been like that with your father anyway. 

You’re better off like this, with the person who, despite his insistent claims, is the one who actually brought you to this moment: Yourself. 

The buildings of the town you were raised in are surrounding you, a familiar backdrop as you make your way down the street. You don’t know why you felt the need to come here. Maybe you had to visit one last time, after leaving in a panicked rush, too hurt to dare to look back. Maybe you can say goodbye now, and your mind will stop torturing you with questions of what could have been, daydreams of scenarios that you wished had turned out differently. Maybe you can clear out the remains of the battlefield that it turned into, and finally make peace with it. 

You had wished to be able to hate David. Hate him for not wanting you, hate him for pushing you away. Hate him for the way he changed you, for showing you a connection that you haven’t been able to feel with anyone else. But you never could. 

It’s not hard to understand in hindsight, why making you leave seemed like the right thing to do for him. Looking back, you think that it actually was. Though that never made losing him hurt any less. 

If anything, you wish you could hate him because the fact that he did the right thing makes you want him more. 

The door shuts behind you and your eyes adjust to the dim light of the bar. Your shoes are sticky against the ground. It’s a far cry from the country club you used to go to. But you’re also a far cry from the girl who used to go there. No black little designer dress on your body, no expensive heels clicking against the floor. And no fear. No fear of being ignored, no fear of being talked down to, no fear of having to make yourself small. 

You’re free to be yourself, now. 

You walk towards the counter, hop up on one of the stools. It scratches against the wooden floor, mixing with the faint sound of rock music playing from a speaker in the corner. 

There’s movement beside you, the silhouette of a man caught in the corner of your eye. The drum of his fingertips against the counter. 

“Evening.” 

The wave of a memory builds up in your mind within moments, flooding your every thought. The smooth rumble of his voice. The shape of his face when you turn towards him. The strong nose, the hard line of his jaw, the permanent pout on his lips that you can still feel against yours when you try really hard to remember. The deep brown shade of his eyes that still means safety to you. 

When thinking about him, you had always pictured him somewhere new, somewhere you couldn’t reach him. It seems silly, now that he’s right here, like a piece falling into place. Of course he’s here.

Your lips pull up into a smile. No shyness, no worries of doing something that you shouldn’t. 

“Hi.”

“I’ve never seen you around here before,” he echoes back the first words you’ve ever spoken to him. He remembers, just like you. Just like he said he would. Your smile grows wider. 

You’re free to be yourself, now. 

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[reiderwriter]

♦️There Are No Words Left to Speak ♦️

Chapter 5 of That's What You Get

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Pairing: Spencer Reid X Fem Reader

Summary: In a panic, you spill your guts to Penelope and receive some much needed advice before your "date" with Reid.

Warnings: None!!

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"Penelope, I fucked up and I need your advice," you screamed into the room as soon as the door slammed open, startling the other woman as she threw her phone up in surprise. 

"Jesus, Y/N, you're lucky I didn't reach for the all too full can of pepper spray I store in here, oh my god."

"I'm sorry, Pen, I'm just, I'm kinda freaking out, and I need your help."

"Are we going to need wine, or are we going to need ice cream and a chick flick? What kind of problem are we talking here?" she asked from her place at the desk. 

"I married Spencer in Vegas." You said and then clamped your hand over your mouth as you finally let the pressure of the weekends mess seep out of you now that you'd shared your secret. 

"Oh my god, both, we'll do both. We need both, let's go, let's go now."

–X– 

Penelope drove the two of you home, immediately moving into a mothering role as soon as the words left your mouth, and she could see your impending implosion. You were grateful that she didn’t ask you any further questions as you made your way back to her apartment, just turning on the radio to a channel playing 90s pop hits and simply letting you calm down through the fun music. 

When you finally got through her door, she let you get comfortable and then immediately came back with all the things she promised. 

“Okay, I know you’re more a rose girl, but all I have is this really nice white that Derek got me for my last birthday and half a bottle of tequila, and I think it’s better for the both of us if we don’t open the tequila. Also, I have chocolate, cookie dough ice cream, and tissues, and When Harry Met Sally on DVD, I'm ready to be plugged in and played as soon as you say the word.” 

“Penelope, we do not tell you how brilliant you are as often as we should.” 

“While that is true, I’m trying my best not to immediately cave and ask you to spill, so can we please sing my praises after you explain what you mean by saying you married Spencer.” 

“God, Penelope, I don’t know what happened,” you let your head hang in your hands and she immediately moved to sit closer to you, rubbing a hand over your back and getting the tissues ready. 

“We went out drinking, and my mom got in my head earlier in that call I took, and I don’t remember anything and then I woke up and we were in bed together and-” you rambled out, lifting your head up as you tried to explain, but she cut you off quickly there.

“You were in bed together? Did you… you know, bump uglies with Spencer? Do the old in n’ out? Sorry, I’m making this worse, I’ll shut up now,” she said, but you laughed at her enthusiasm, and you felt more of the weekend’s tension leave your body. You knew that you had made the right decision coming to Penelope with this. She always knew how to make you feel better. 

“I don’t know, but it looks like it. TMI but-”

“Hold on, I don’t think I want to know what the Good Doctor is like in bed.” She visibly shuddered, and you let out another shaky laugh. 

“Well considering I remember none of it, you’d be hard pressed to get those details from me. I did wake up handcuffed to the bed, though.” 

“Shut the front door, no you did not!” Penelope’s jaw dropped. “Oh god, I’m almost morbidly curious, but I don’t want to open that can of worms. Sorry, please continue.” 

You took a swig of the wine she poured you and relaxed a bit further into her couch, pulling your legs up under you to find a more comfortable position as you told the rest of your story to Penelope, gaining more confidence with each of her reactions to what you told her. 

“So, now we just need to track down our two witnesses and get the marriage quietly annulled, and we can forget it ever happened.” You could hear the frown in your voice before you realised you were making that kind of expression, and from Penelope’s reaction, you could see that she’d noticed too. 

“Oh.. oh, I know that look. You don’t want the annulment, do you?” 

“Yes! I mean, no! Look, I really don’t know how to answer that right now, it’s just…” you trailed off, and Penelope silently filled your wine glass again, not saying anything and letting you come around at your own pace. 

“Earlier today, after we told Rossi, and before I came running to you, he… he kissed my forehead, and he called me Mrs. Reid, and I really liked it. And I didn’t think about it before, but Reid is nice, and he is good, and he is obviously really smart, and, god  he’d be a great dad, and he took care of me yesterday and today… Penelope, I think I have a crush on my husband.” You gasped out, feeling the weight of your revelation as it hit you straight in the gut. 

“But we talked about it and we’re getting an annulment and now it’s like I fucked up before I really got the chance to let it go anywhere, and what if it’s a mistake? What if I made the world’s greatest fuck up and married a great man in Vegas and then threw it all away a week later?” you raked your hand through your hair quickly, trying to ignore the tears forming quickly in your eyes. 

“Oh my god, sweetie, it’s going to be okay… You’re going to have to trust me when I tell you that it’s going to be okay…” she patted you on the back and you let the tears fall down a bit, quickly dabbing them away with the now balled up tissue in your hand. 

“I don’t know if I can, Pen…” you tried to smile up at her, but you could feel your lips wobbling and you let your head hang again before you could let out a choked sob. 

“No, nonononoonono, listen to me… Okay, promise you won’t hate me after I say this?” She said, squishing your cheeks between her hands as she made you look up into her eyes. 

“I pwomise,” you sniffed out, voice muffled by her strong grip. She let you go then, content that she had your attention. 

“I know for a fact that the boy is as infatuated with you as you are with him because… because I saw you two.” She stopped there to watch your reaction, but you froze, so she continued.

“You… you called me from wherever you guys were out in Vegas, mumbled some words over the phone and then sent me a picture of a brochure with an address on it, and then when I turned up it was a wedding chapel and you were getting married.” She winced out those last words, and you gasped at the confession. 

“You were one of the witnesses! Penelope!” You pointed an accusatory finger at her, but it was half-hearted. You knew that you were stubborn enough while sober. You certainly wouldn’t have been persuaded out of something you obviously wanted while blackout drunk. 

“I know, I know, I’m sorry, but you guys were just too cute! He was giving you all these small kisses on your forehead and on your cheeks, and you looked like innocent kids giddy and high on love, and I didn’t want to bring you back down to earth. You looked so happy, and I do not make it a habit to get in the way of my friends’ happiness.” 

“Penelope, why didn’t you say anything?” You groan out, sounding a bit like a petulant teenager who has just discovered her mom threw out a shirt she hadn’t worn in years. 

“I wanted to, but I was told not to…” she winced away. “And before you ask, I won’t tell you who else was there! Just know it was someone else who also loves both of you and would’ve pulled you two out of there. No questions asked if they thought you were making a stupid decision!” 

You let the revelations sink in, one by one. Penelope was there. Reid couldn’t keep his lips off of you. The other witness thought you two were good together. It almost didn’t surprise you when you started giggling, finding humour in the situation at least. 

“Oh my god, Penelope, I got married in Vegas to my coworker. And I think I’m in love with him now.” You were in a fit of giggles now, and Penelope hesitantly joined in at first. 

“Yeah, I suppose it is funny when you put it that way.” 

“God, what am I going to do? How am I going to face him from now on?” You pulled yourself together again and faced Penelope again, hoping that she would have actual answers for your very rhetorical question. 

“Well, at least we have a couple of days off now. You don’t have to see him again until we go to work.” 

“No, we have a date tomorrow,” you said matter-of-factly. “Appointment, really, he’s reading some books on alcohol induced memory loss tonight, and then I’m going over to his place to see if any of it can help us fill in the blanks.” 

“Oh god, you’re going to talk books with Reid. That’s practically as romantic as it gets for him. No wonder he wifed you up.” You playfully kicked her leg, and she laughed again. “Okay, so no avoidance, okay. Maybe you could put the moves on him? Try to recreate that scene with the handcuffs. Who knows what might happen.” She wiggled her eyebrows at you then, and you did your best not to once again be overcome by a fit of giggles.

“Okay, enough of my romantic problems. I was promised When Harry Met Sally and that ice cream has probably melted, so let’s get to it.” 

–X–

You braced yourself at the apartment door as you psyched yourself up to knock. As promised, you’d been greeted in the morning by a text from Spencer with his address and a proposed time to meet. He’d suggested 5pm, and you’d agreed, but here you were 20 minutes early, probably looking overdressed and over eager to spend time with your coworker/ husband/ soon to be former husband, maybe. 

You’d left Penelope’s apartment that morning, having had an impromptu sleepover, happy that you’d at least confirmed your own feelings. You’d taken a taxi to collect your car, then spent the rest of your time at home overthinking and overpreparing. 

You’d put on a dress and some make-up, and you were almost regretting the decision now you were on his doorstep, wondering what he’d think. You worked one of the toughest jobs in the world together, and you knew that he’d seen you completely black and blue after going blow for blow with unsubs in the past. Would he think this sudden effort was weird? You tried not to pace, knowing that your footsteps in the hall would alert him to your presence, but you couldn’t bring yourself to knock just yet. 

You checked your phone again. 4:45. You couldn’t spend another fifteen minutes out here overthinking, so you finally just pushed ahead and knocked. Almost as if he had been waiting on the other side of the door this entire time, Reid answered immediately, not even letting you get a third rap in before he was there standing in front of you. 

“Hi,” you said, standing there awkwardly with your hand still up, ready to knock again. 

“Hey,” he replied, smiling at you. 

You felt his eyes trail down your body, taking in your appearance. The dress you’d chosen wasn’t particularly special, just a mid-length tiered dress with bow straps. The weather was getting chillier so you’d layered it over a plain turtleneck, enjoying the added bonus of not having to conceal down your neck to mask the love bites he’d lavished upon you only a few nights prior. 

You looked at him as well, and you were pleasantly surprised by his casual wear. He was more dressed down than he was in the office, but not by much. He was still wearing slacks, and a button down shirt as well, but he’d thrown a beaten up CalTech sweater over the top of them, and he looked so cosy you wanted to bury your head in his chest. He was wearing his glasses, and you were so thankful for that, as you forgot how well they suited him, fitting him perfectly. 

“You’re early.” He said, finally breaking the silence between the two of you, drawing you out of the trance he’d kept you in while you took in the sight of him. 

“Yeah, I guess I just overestimated how long it was going to take to get here. Is that okay?” 

“Yeah, yeah, it’s great, totally fine. Come in.” He moved his body to the side slightly so you could enter the door, but kept his outer arm pressed against the door so you had to duck under it, brushing past him as you went. The small contact made your entire body buzz, your heartrate picking up as you willed yourself to act natural. 

“The food should be here any minute.” He smiled as he followed you back into his apartment. “I wanted it to arrive before you got here so I could surprise you.” You turned around to face him, and you could hear the bashfulness in his voice as he made the admission. 

“Sorry for ruining the surprise,” you smiled up at him. “What did you order?” 

“I remembered you mentioned that Korean streetfood place a while back that does those spicy rice cakes and kimbap rolls, so I got us some of that. Is that okay?” 

“Sounds perfect.” You were touched that he even remembered the conversation when you yourself couldn’t even think of when it might have happened. He turned and walked further into the apartment, and you followed him this time, finally looking around and taking it all in. 

The walls were obviously lined with bookshelves, and there were books laying around in piles everywhere. The walls were painted a dark colour, which made the space feel calming, almost more intimate, and sunlight was streaming in from the open window on the back wall. 

“Sorry, it’s not much. Take a seat wherever, and I’ll grab those books I was talking about.” 

You took a seat on the couch and watched him trail around the room, picking up books from several shelves and stacks. 

“Okay, this is all of them. So the main takeaway is that it usually takes two weeks to fully recover memories from alcohol induced blackouts.” He explained, bringing you a stack at least eight books high. 

“Spencer, did you read all of these last night?” You asked. 

“Yeah, I said I would, I thought it would help.” 

“Spencer,” you took his hand into yours as he set the books on the floor and flopped down to the couch beside you. “I really appreciate you putting in all this effort to help us, but you could’ve just come home and relaxed, you know. Our case was long and tough, and now all of this, you deserve a break.” You stroked your thumb over the back of his hand, trying to make the gesture calm and reassuring. 

“I know, I wanted to do this. I want to remember what happened between us,” he whispered the words softly, not needing to fill the space with much sound as you’d crept closer and closer together since he’d returned. 

“So, uh, two weeks then, is that it, we just have to wait for the memories to return?” you asked quietly, letting go of the small moment you’d shared to get back to the task at hand. 

“It seemed so, but there are some other more general tips we could implement that could help us piece together what happened. We might at least be able to figure out who our witnesses were.” 

You felt almost guilty then, but you kept your mouth shut. You’d decided the night before that you wouldn’t tell Reid about Penelope. At least not yet. You wanted the time first to see if he could possibly feel the same way about you before you worked up the courage to let him in on what you had learnt. 

“Yeah, I’m open to try anything. Within reason, that is.” 

“Great! I was thinking at first that maybe we could do a cognitive interview, but as we only have each other to work with, I thought that might make some of our answers more biased and not garner effective results. But we could still try to jog our memories by working out some of the same emotions, doing some things we could have done that night, and seeing if any of it rings a bell?” 

“Some of the things we did that night?” 

“Yeah,” he repled. 

“Like… like make out or get handcuffed to a bed?” You enjoyed watching the flush creep up his neck, and his eyes go wide as he struggled to backtrack on that one. 

“No, no! I mean, unless you want to, or you think it would help?” It was your turn to be left speechless, your mouth suddenly not complying with your brain as you begged yourself to respond somehow. All you could muster was a glance down at his lips that lingered a bit too long, your body slowly creeping forward. 

He noticed and moved closer towards you as well, letting his hand grasp your waist as you got caught in his atmosphere. 

“It’s worth a try, right? To regain our memories.” He supplied you with the words, letting you stay silent as your lips grew closer and closer together, seconds away from taking your breath away forever. 

A loud rap at the door and a shout of “delivery” had the two of you suddenly bouncing away from each other, Reid scrambling to the door to collect the food, while you stood up awkwardly and tried to pretend there was something really interesting on his bookshelf that had caught your attention all of a sudden. 

For the Nth time in so many days, you found yourself trying to convince your heart to beat a little quieter, and you managed to get yourself under control as he returned with the food.

“I’m sorry, I lost track of time…” he trailed off as you nodded, joining him back at the couch as he began unpacking the food. 

“It’s totally fine, we should eat anyways, trust me when I say this stuff doesn’t taste even half as good cold.” You smiled at him, but it didn’t go quite to your eyes. You really wanted to kiss him, and you were really doing your best to control your disappointment, not wanting to show off how desperate for him you were. 

“Well, you’re in luck, because you now get to witness one of my only flaws,” he said, fishing out two sets of chopsticks from the delivery bag. “I am absolutely terrible with chopsticks.” 

You giggled at him and grabbed the pair he offered you, letting out a dramatic fake gasp. “And you only tell me after we get married? That’s it, I want a divorce,” you laugh, and the two of you settle down into a comfortable silence as you begin your meal. 

–X– 

Two hours later, and you’re still no closer to locking lips with the man than you were earlier. You’d had a nice time talking with him over the food, both of you sitting like kids on the floor as you ate over his coffee table. He’d told you about a Korean film festival he’d attended a few years back, one of many international film festivals he’d been to, and you sat and listened, in awe of the way his eyes lit up when he talked about something that excited him. You hoped that one day, he’d talk about you in that same way. 

You helped him clean up and settled back onto the couch, where he’d mentioned having a copy of one of the films that had since been subtitled, and you ended up in another movie marathon.

The movie was good, but his presence next to you was even better. He’d stretched out his arms on the couch behind you, letting you snuggle up into his side as you pulled your legs up and under you, screwing yourself up in a comfortable little ball, burrowing into him for warmth. He was a fire beside you, and you wished you were bold enough to push further into him, to drag your hands across his skin and feel even more of him, continuing the exploration from earlier. But you weren’t, and, honestly, you were tired, so you let yourself sit peacefully beside him, touching but not much, as you were lulled to sleep by the sounds of the TV. 

It was pitch black outside when you finally cracked your eyes open again, but he was still there next to you on the couch. The movie had been turned off, and so had the TV, and there was a blanket now wrapped around your legs, so he had obviously moved, but he had also come back to you. You shifted your head up to look at him and smiled. He’d picked up another book from who knows what shelf and was reading slowly so as not to wake you with the movements of his hand as he traced down the page. Your head had moved from his chest to his lap, and he held the book off to the side in one hand, his other resting protectively over your waist. He was so engrossed by his book that he hadn’t even realised you’d moved and that you were awake until you spoke to him. 

“Spencer? What time is it?” you asked, your voice thick with sleep. 

“It’s 11:30. You fell asleep during the movie and you looked like you could use the sleep.” 

“Wow, what a way to tell a girl she doesn’t look so good,” you laughed at him as he pouted down at you. 

“I didn’t mean that. Y/N, you look beautiful today. You look beautiful everyday.” 

You lifted yourself up from his lap, one hand braced on either side of his legs on the couch as you bought yourself eye-to-eye with him, your chests close enough to touch if you took a big breath in. Instead, yours were shallow as you looked up at him through heavy eyes. 

“Thank you, Spencer.” You whispered, silently begging him to close the space between the two of you. But he didn’t, instead, clearing his throat and putting his book down, breaking your eye contact. 

“I should be getting home now. It’s pretty late.” You said, standing up from the couch. He followed you up and around as you started collecting your things and organising the space you’d occupied. 

“Y/N it’s late, and you’re tired. I can’t let you drive home like that. An estimated 30% of road accidents occur due to sleep deficiency, you know.” 

“It’s fine, I don’t want to get a taxi and just leave my car here and then have to come back in the morning. I’ll be fine driving,” you said, but he softly took the keys out of your hands as you grabbed them from your bag. 

“Stay here tonight.” He said, less of a suggestion than an already established fact. You looked up at him and knew there was no changing his mind, but he continued anyway. 

“I have a spare toothbrush and some old clothes you can probably use as pajamas, and it’s not like we haven’t shared a bed before. Maybe…maybe waking up next to each other again will help jog our memories, too. We only have until the end of the week, right?” 

He looked at you expectantly, and you let out a little sigh and nodded your head, letting him guide you away to the bedroom and back into sleeping in his arms. 

--×--

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[pbpsbff]

happy 1 year of r&r :)

i know it's a lil cringe to like. celebrate the birthday of a series on ao3 but r&r is literally my child. my baby. i birthed this series. and you all signed up for this when u started reading my fics thank u

soooooooo thank u guys for all the support i've received over r&r i know it's hard to stay a consistent reader when my posting schedule is entirely non existent but i am so grateful for everyone who's stuck around this long and been with me for this journey (calling it a journey because a year ago i did not have any sort of overarching plot in mind and now we're 17? 18? fics deep and so many things have happened and i'm usually just as surprised as my readers) it's rlly u guys that have kept me going this long

ANYWAY. i rewrote this like 500 times cause i hate being like. overly sappy on this account because it's way funnier to act like a celebrity with a huge ego, but real talk i am so proud of everything i've done w this series & what it's become in the past year

i've been posting my writing online since i was like 10, so we're going on almost 9 years now and i don't think i've ever ever ever received as much support for something as i have for r&r and something about that is soooo special to me??? idk it's just so nice to see a completely self indulgent series become so loved by others, especially since the only other fics i had up before gmm&m were a little more on the "i'm gonna write what seems popular right now" side???

like shoutout to everyone who was here before/around when i started the series because my account was so empty like. 2 fics and one gets updated every 6 months. r&r pulled me out of the trench i fear. it also cured me of my very horrible disease that makes me delete all my fics after 9 months and then completely disappear from a fandom so everyone say thank you r&r

but yeah idk where i'm going with this i'm very grateful for r&r and all the friends i've made and people i've met through it because i was very lonely before i rejoined tumblr and r&r was like. 90% of the reason i made my account

AND SPEAKING OF FRIENDS. thank u to

@spidergrotto & @sapoteylx for being the first ppl i met on here to openly talk about and support r&r which i thought was so so cool even if you guys have become my haters in the past few months i've known you :/ thank u r&r nation u keep me humble and miserable (and i am very thankful for our friendship i think some aspects of r&r would be very different if we'd never met)

& ao3 user classactical because you've been here since like. a month or two into the series i think and i always always always look forward to your comments because i feel like if you comment, i did a good job on the fic LOL thank u for sticking around for so long, even if ao3 has been actively working against you for a whiiiiile

there's a lot more i want to say and a lot of people i want to mention but that would take a very long time and i always feel weird tagging a lot of people in posts so just know if u read r&r we are kissing rn. or high fiving idk whatever floats ur boat i guess

but yeah anyway tl:dr happy birthday r&r i'm very proud of this series & very thankful for everyone who has read any part of it ever u guys are so cool and hot and have amazing taste and i'm taking your kudos and bookmarks etc. as you swearing your allegiance to me and promising me your undying support no matter what (legally binding btw) thank u guys

[moni-logues]

The ~engagement 'issue'~

I feel like I'm seeing more and more posts about readers' lack of engagement with writers on here and I now want to say something. I don't say things short so buckle in lmao

TL;DR: idgaf if you, readers, comment on my shit or not. I care that you enjoy it and, if you did, job complete, mission accomplished, well done. I want to be part of a community, not a service provider/'content creator'. I write because I want to and getting to hear people's thoughts and feedback is just a huge fucking bonus to that. Also, readers I love you.

I love my readers. All of them, loud and silent alike. Readers who comment with long reviews, pulling out quotes or bits they liked, reacting with predictions or responding to the characters. Readers who just comment that they really liked it! that it was good! Readers who like. Readers who read and leave no mark at all. Readers who follow me and readers who come across something I wrote another way, who didn't follow me before and don't after. I am deeply grateful that anyone takes the time to read the things I write, whether you've read everything I've ever posted or just one drabble.

I know that all writers are similarly grateful to have this space and to have people here who read their work. I do, to a certain extent, understand the frustration with regards to like:comment ratios.

However.

I know that reviews take effort. I am a chronically unenthusiastic person and it takes a lot for me to summon the energy to respond how I feel I should, in a way that I think would make the writer happy, in a way that I feel is befitting how I actually feel about the fic I read. There are other reasons I have been reading less recently but one of the reasons is that I feel pressure to review every single thing I read. So I just don't read!!! Isn't that stupid???? Sure, I'm putting imaginary presure on myself by thinking I need to respond in a particular way and that is very much my problem (and I'm trying hard to address it and read/review more anyway), but I feel like readers are taking a bit of a bashing right now and I don't ever want readers to stop reading or to have the reading experience spoilt by feeling a pressure to respond.

I write because I enjoy it. When I first started writing, I had no followers. It took me months to get 100 followers. It took almost a year to get to 1k and then I started over with a brand new blog. I wrote all 60k of A Fine Line by myself, with absolutely no one else reading it because I wanted to. I love getting comments from readers; I love hearing people's thoughts about the shit I write; I love this little community here... But that's what it is: community. This is not transactional! or at least, I don't want it to be! I am not writing fics as a service for which I am paid in reblogs. I am being a fan of BTS with other fans of BTS and we are making up little stories and imagining scenarios and having all kinds of fun with each other, whether you write or gif or edit or just consume. We're in this together!

I saw once, I don't remember where or when, a thing that said, if you are feeling miserable, do something nice for someone else and it will lift your mood. This is, in my experience, absolutely correct. Writers, if you are feeling miserable about your engagment, engage with others the way you want people to with you, write a review for someone else's fic that would make your day if you received it. We writers are all readers, too, and we are not exempt from these ~criticisms~ just because we write.

I am not trying to ~call anyone out~ or, in turn, criticise writers. I'm not. I understand. I do. But every time I see one of these posts, it upsets me, because if I were an active, engaged reader, it would make me feel bad. If I were a silent reader, it would make me feel bad. I don't ever want to make anyone feel bad for enjoying something. Readers don't owe us anything! If this issue is ruining the writing experience for you, it is on you to examine that; it is not the fault of your readers. If it means that you no longer enjoy writing, stop writing. Our time on earth is short and precious! Let's spend it, as much as we can, doing things we enjoy! Not doing things that make us miserable!

Fin.

[red-moon-at-night]

you are not losing your mind by yourself about this. we are losing our minds together. 🤝. i went through the drama cds and made a list. es has hit every single male prisoner except, ironically, fuuta. (which is interesting, because fuuta tried to attack them twice in the first interrogation. instead of responding with violence, they just make fun of him.) that being said, here’s my Es Violence Compilation:

1. Haruka: Slapped “with all [their] might” for his self-deprecating comments. (Es got mad that he said they would abandon him.) First trial.

2. Haruka (again): Slapped for attempting to attack them and “being an idiot”. Second trial.

3. Shidou: Kicked in the shin (hard) for treating Es like a child and patting their head. First trial.

4. Mikoto: Smacked to wake him up after being knocked unconscious by Kotoko.

5. Kazui: Slapped in the face to prove a point after Kazui speculated that since they couldn’t attack Es, Es couldn’t attack them, either. (Understandable, given the initial panic caused by Kazui’s little stunt at the beginning.) First trial.

6. Kazui (again): Punched in the face (hard) for being condescending and staring at them. Second trial.

7. Amane: Held in place briefly to prove a point about her “God complex” or something.

8. Muu: Shoved away when she tried to shake them while they were having a breakdown over their identity and free will.

My main takeaway from this is that they don’t like to be touched. For starters, their reaction to Shidou patting their head is… genuinely worrying. Like… man (horse). Part of it is Es being mad about Shidou treating them like a child, but the shaken voice and shaky deep breaths following the little head pat are backstory crumbs, I can feel it. Probably. Also, after punching Kazui in the second trial, they say “it was an instinctive reaction.” The common denominator between these two events is Es saying “[Relieved sigh] I feel much better now.” (I compared the actual audio to double-check the translations I was reading. Es says “sukkiri” in both instances, which translates to “refreshing” or “I feel better”. It’s the kind of thing you say when you get a nice glass of water after being out in the sun for a while, or something. Very funny detail to me.) The other obvious instance that leads me to this conclusion is that time Es was having a breakdown during Muu’s first trial interrogation. Muu shakes them when they don’t respond, and they shove her away and shout, “Shut up! Don’t touch me!” (There’s a sound effect here that implies they gave her another shove or smacked her away from them, too.) Of course, the clearest problem presented by this incident is the fact that Es has a mental breakdown when asked if their decisions are made with their own free will, but I’m not focusing on that right now. I don’t know why I suddenly switched to proper capitalization and punctuation in this. I am filled with both dread and excitement at the prospect of learning more about Es’s backstory. There’s Something Going On There.

anon I want you to know that when I received this ask I practically exploded into fireworks out of sheer joy and delight. thank you for this addition!! thank you!! 💜

I dont have anything to add at this point in time because I think you did such a great job of succinctly putting this together... I completely agree with your analysis!

There's definitely Something Going On Here and I think we're slowly gonna be drip-fed crumbs of their backstory and it's our job to pay attention and piece it together. Unless of course they give us a huge infodump at the end of t3 and then I shall simply go feral on sight

You are so super cool by the way for going back and checking all the voice dramas!! I'm really grateful for this list it's a good reference so thanks again!! you're a legend ilu

[gideonisms]

Hey I just read what you have of out of Hold You Like A Weapon and... NGL I am really intimidated by the fact that the first chapter was in Jan 2022 and now This (No judgement, it's just a bummer when chapters take forever), but even if you never published another chapter again I would be so breathlessly grateful for what you have. “I want to make you suffer too. I want you to think about this every day, Griddle. I want to watch you die.” this is Every single part of their dynamic I have ever wanted to read, in SUCH a hot piece of writing as to make me literally breathless because it is so good. In the meantime, do you have any Explicit Griddlehark fics that scratch a similar itch? (Your style is to DIE FOR and I am in withdrawal) It's a plus if they're longer, but I trust your judgment for anything.

This is such a nice ask to receive, thank you so much for reading and enjoying my fic, let alone sending me such a sweet message about it <3

I totally get being intimidated by longer unfinished fic. Look, I still kind of wish tamsyn muir would finish her homestuck fic from 10 years ago, although it goes without saying I'm a fan of what she's done with her time instead. Anyway, I've been dealing with some mental health stuff for the past few years and although I think I've figured out what was going on, it's taking some time to get back to anything resembling a functional life. It is kind of a bummer because I have so many creative ideas I'd love to pursue, but have had to focus on the bare minimum. THAT SAID I just graduated so a lot of my college stress is behind me at least! And I have a good outline of what happens in this AU. I'm hopeful about finishing it before alecto comes out.

Anyway, as to your question about explicit griddlehark fics, I DID do a couple of rec lists here and here (not all griddlehark, but many are). For writers whose style I especially enjoy, I rec bonesfortime, raxheim, igneousbitch, corpsesoldier, valancytrinit, and zoicite. If you're looking for something in the specific enemies with benefits to lovers genre, there is a figure skating fic here I enjoyed and then this fic I mentioned in the first rec list linked up there, and the buzzfeed unsolved au by igneousbitch has this premise too, but if anyone knows some other good ones too, feel free to comment! I can never get enough of that trope

[lemmetreatya]

Hello hello hello! I hope your day/night has been good so far <3 I'm here to request Giorno with black!Reader (preferably female!) who asks him what kind of girls he likes and a casually describes her if that's ok? 🤭

Never Would Have Thought — Giorno x fem!black reader

contains: use of alcohol

this request was so cute omg!! i hope i did it justice!! (also to those who sent a request, yes i have seen it and yes i will get to it!! things are just going really slow rn bc i wanna write these well and i have a lot of work to do but i WILL get to them 🫶🏾)

part 2

“Since when did you pregame?”

A light smile etched it’s way onto your lips as you watched Giorno take a swig of your bottled drink, his actions as dainty as ever. You’re not sure why, but the way the alcohol easily slipped down his throat and the way his adam’s apple bobbled with each gulp, entranced you.

“I never ‘didn’t’ pregame, just never felt like doing it. ” He rasped once the bottle was free from his lips.

Wiping his free hand over his mouth, Giorno signalled the bottle in your direction. He leaned back onto your bed and propped himself up, the slacks of the furniture creaking along with his movements.

Your smile was light.

“Well, it’s a nice change. I’m not sure if this party's gonna be any good so at least I know someone’s gonna be turnt with me.”

Taking the bottle from him, you took a drink of your own. It was now Giorno’s turn to be inquisitive as his sky blue eyes watched the way your mouth clasped the rim, your thick glossy lips in the same place his just were. An ‘indirect kiss’, as Mista would say.

Actually, speaking of the guy…

“Whens Guido getting here?” Giorno asked, his eyes now focused on your bedroom walls as yours were now focused on him.

With a quick expression of remembrance you lowered the bottle from your mouth. Some of it splashing onto your chin.

“Oh, yeah! He said he’s gonna be running a bit late coz’ his car needs a jumpstart.” You picked up your phone that sat besides you on your bed, unlocking the device and opening up the chat messages between you and Mista.

Giorno deeply wanted to groan at Mista’s negligence to invest in another car, especially since he was supposed to be your ride to the party tonight. With the amount of money he spent trying to fix the one he had, he’d do better off selling it for scrap parts and buying a much newer and much mote reliable model.

It was even more annoying because Giorno’s warned him plenty times that the unreliability of the car was an impediment to everyone, especially Giorno himself because he currently had his license suspended (don’t ask).

However, part of him was grateful for Mista’s inability to listen to others and seek wise guidance because if Mista was going to take forever to get here, it meant that in the mean time, Giorno would get to spend ‘forever’ with you.

“Dang, that sucks.” The Joestar eyed the way some of the alcohol droplets darkened spots into your shirt. “What should we do in the mean time then?”

Locking and then discarding your phone, you wiped at all the spilled liquid that splattered your clothes and face. For his own sanity, Giorno had to glance away. Even though you were comfortable with each other, he couldn’t promise that he wouldn’t ogle your innocent reveal of deeper cleavage.

Shrugging, you passed the bottle back to the blonde.

“Dunno.” When Giorno received the drink from you, you took that as your queue to flop down onto your bed. However, after not even three seconds of rest, you sat back up.

“Actually, can I ask you a question?”

“You just did.”

With a roll of your eyes, you dismissed his predictable comment.

“God, you’re so corny.”

Giorno wanted to laugh freely, but his mouth was still full of alcohol (and the distant taste of artificial cherry lip gloss), and so he had to laugh with his mouth closed. You slightly pushed him to the side in reaction, your contact light as he swayed twice.

“No, I’m being for real. Like, I’m curious about something.” You piped.

Whilst he was gulping back what was already in his mouth, you wondered how you were going to phrase your question. Since Giorno was quite reserved you didn’t want to ask him anything that would make him uncomfortable or pry in a direction he didn’t deem fit. However, with undiluted alcohol now running through both of your blood streams you think now would be the best of times to ask.

“What’s your type?”

At the stating of your question Giorno covered his mouth with his fist. As his eyes stared at you with hooded austere, he made sure to swallow the rest of his drink and place the bottle down before properly replying.

“My type? As in girls?” He queried.

“Or guys. I see the way you look at Mister Mista sometimes, I can’t just presume.”

The blonde blinked at you twice before breaking out into a short yet loud guffaw. He was able to laugh properly now and for that he was grateful. He always seemed to find you so amusing.

“I…Please.”

With an easy yet questionable smile, you answered back.

“What’s so funny, I’m being serious!”

“I know you are.” Waving his hand, Giorno was quick to console your presumptions. “But no, that’s not the case.”

You nodded in clarification, understanding where he was coming from but you still wanted an answer. Looking over at the guy, you allowed your giddy emotions of anticipation to decorate your face.

“Okay, so?” You cheesed. This was something you definitely wanted to know now.

“My type.” He thought aloud.

Giorno has an idea of what his type is.

In fact, he was very aware of who he wanted and why he liked them. All that left for him to do was contemplate if now was the time for him to be wholly honest.

Either way, Giorno doesn’t think you’d appreciate him telling you the answer so easily. He knows you were always up for a tease and so he pretended to hum in thought.

“My type is… girls that wear cherry lipgloss.”

The pupils of your eyes rolled upwards into your head as a loud and low groan bellowed out from your mouth.

“Giooornoo, that ain’t a type. Anyone can wear cherry lipgloss, the hell? I can wear cherry lipgloss. In fact I’m wearing some right now.”

“Really?” He teased.

You moved closer towards him and smacked your lips in his direction so that he could smell the whaft of your gloss. The alcohol playing Tomb Raider within Giorno’s veins made it easier for him to lean right in and take a intruding smell. God, his nose was so close to your lips that any closer would warrant that he’d be smelling NK Cherry gloss for the rest of the night.

“Oh right. So you are.” He breathed once he pulled back.

Like he didn’t already know that.

“Your type. Tell it to me.” You pried.

Laying backwards onto your bed, Giorno folded his hands together as he looked up at your ceiling. However a spark of anxiety clicked on within his chest as his eyes anxiously focused on the adolescent glow stars that stuck above him.

Part of him wondered if he should be genuinely honest with you now because yeah, he wants to tell you the truth, but the conscious part of him was holding back. It’s not like he wouldn’t say anything — Giorno’s already decided that he was going to tell you — he just hopes he doesn’t regret his decision.

“I like when a girls inquisitive about my interests and the things I like.” He said.

Before you could even register it, a soft sigh left your mouth.

You joined Giorno in lying down properly on your bed. Momentarily closing your eyes you gathered your thoughts before turning your head in your friend’s direction, your cheek squashed against your duvet.

“Giogio. You know, you’re great — Great, great, great guy — but I’ll be straight with you and tell you that was kinda lame.”

You brought a friendly hand over to lay on his chest, shaking him as he lay next to you. A warm smile made it’s way onto the blonde’s face as he let himself be shaken by you. He realises then, in his mind, that he likes it when you touch him.

You stopped shaking the man once he had laid his hand on top of yours, his nimble individual limbs easily finding your own and clasping between the slots of your fingers.

From that alone, your breath hitched in your throat.

The both of you usually held hands. Well, not usually, but it was normal for you to hold each other in close vicinity. And you never thought anything wildly of it; because Giorno was your good friend (right?) and these actions never meant anything more than that (right?!).

So right now, concerning that Giorno was giving you a look you’d never seen him give you before, all you could do was speculate that this was the effects of alcohol and that there was nothing ulterior behind his behaviour.

“C’mon man, gimme something solid.” You softly churned, smile warm and pupils doey.

Cerulean eyes stared back at you with intrigue but you didn’t know how to receive his approach. But once you felt Giorno’s thumb endearingly rub at your skin, you knew he was finally going to be serious with you.

“I like girls that pregame with me on top of their bed whilst we wait for our other friend to get here so he can drive us to dead parties.” He humbly mumbled.

Embarrassingly, it took you awhile to catch the hint Giorno was throwing you, eyebrows profusely furrowed with mild confusion. But it’s when you finally caught on, that your eyes widened with shock.

“Wait, oh…You—Giorno.”

The blonde held his tongue from replying straight away. More so because his heart was hammering against his chest, and he’s so sure you could hear it too, but even more so because he wanted to know your immediate reply.

But despite the confession, you felt oddly calm. A part of you knew you were supposed to feel a certain way because you’re really good friend had just revealed to you that you were his ideal type.

Or did he?

Knowing how much of a tease Giorno could be, you wondered if it was just that he was baiting you with.

Pouting, you questioned his casual confession.

“You better not just be saying that as a joke.” You unsurely asked.

Shaking his head, the blonde assured you else wise. You didn’t miss how his hands clasped onto yours tighter.

“No, I give you my word. I meant what I said. You’re genuinely my ideal type.” He muttered the last part.

Breathing heavily out of your nose you had to close your eyes for a second. You hadn’t planned or readied yourself for a confession tonight. Hell, you’d prepared for a rubbish party — not for one of your greatest friends to tell you… this.

A long whine made it’s way out of your throat as you covered your eyes with your other arm.

“Giogio, why didn’t you say something sooner, man? Why is it only now that I’ve asked you your type that you confess this to me?”

Despite your whine, the Joestar knew you were doing anything but.

Giorno gave you a pleasant smile as he raised your joined hands to his lips, giving the partnership an impromptu kiss on your side. Your skin flickered with the aftertouch of his kiss once he dropped your hands back onto his chest.

“How else was I going to tell you? Blurt it out in a raw confession in front of everyone we know? You don’t like that typa stuff.”

With a face of denial you removed your arm from your eyes as you hummed sarcastically.

“Uhm. How do you know that’s not what I’d want?”

“Because I know you.” He instantly quipped.

“Because you know me?”

“Mhm.”

All you could do was sigh humorously. Maybe the alcohol was getting to your head because how was this happening right now and how were you so casual about it?!

“Giorno, you’re so silly.” You cutely cooed as a giggle unapprovingly trickled out of your mouth.

The Joestar couldn’t help but to watch over you with a joy that he knows he hadn’t felt before. Maybe you did have a point; why did it take so long for him to confess to you?

A part of him felt ashamed that it was you who had to spark that journey in him. He hadn’t even cared that you were yet to confess back — and he wouldn’t force that of you; you had no obligation to feel the same way. But there was something churning at Giorno’s chest, nudging at his heart that assured him that wasn’t something he had to worry about.

All he wanted to do right now was embask in this moment with you, pregame or not.

“Maybe.” He mumbled. Your eyes were very pretty. Also, since when did your face get this close? “But you like em’ silly.”

Laughing again, you couldn’t help but to watch Giorno’s face with full intent of communicating a speechless message.

Squeezing his hand, you huffed aloud.

“Shit, you really do know me.”

(Sixteen minutes later, Mista arrives at your front door in a bounty of condolences, apologising profusely for his tardiness.

It then took him seven more minutes to notice how the two of you were intimately holding hands and staring enchantedly into each other’s eyes.)

[sinfulspencer]

Update?

Well... Hello my darlings.

This is going to be a slightly long post because I just want to explain and say a few things before I disappear again into the void.

My last post on this blog was around the time I graduated, which means it was the end of October. Since then, I've been able to start working for the Hospital that I've spent most of my childhood and my University's course in.

I'm currently working as a Lab technician at the Microbiology lab, which some of you knows it's my favourite place in the world (my obsession with bacteria and yeast still hasn't disappeared). I've met wonderful people there and I'm surrounded by amazing colleagues who love me, appreciate me and help me grow every single day.

Ever since I left this blog and all the people I've met here, that I still deeply care for, I got better. I'm slowly feeling like myself again, I've taken control of my own life and things seem to be looking decent for me - both physically and mentally.

Last year was horrible, I cannot describe it in other ways.

I've had troubles with my insecurities, my anxiety, my relationship with the world and my friends, but most importantly with myself. I acted like I knew exactly who I was, when in reality I just hid behind a mask that just broke me piece by piece until there was nothing left.

I didn't know who I was, I didn't know what I wanted from my life and most importantly, I lost the focus of what I want to do with my existence to the point I pretended to be someone who I definitely was not. It took away every ounce of strength I had.

Now I know who I am, I know what I am worth.

Logging into this blog again threw me a bit in a loop, honestly. I read most of the anonymous asks that I received, all of your comments on my fics and the messages that some of you left.

I want to make things clear once and for all, because it's getting a bit annoying and frustrating. Me and Anat don't spoke anymore because it's just how life is; I care about her and I'm proud of her for everything she has done and is currently doing. I've wanted nothing but happiness for her because she's an amazing person and I will forever be grateful to the moon for letting me meet her and spend some of the best months in my life. So please, for the love of whatever you believe in, stop asking me what happened between us; stop insulting her, insulting me and leave both of us alone because it's just pathetic.

Our ex-relationship was and still is none of your business.

Now, onto the other important topic...

I appreciate every single nice comment on my fics and the advices some of you left in my messages about struggling with dealing with my own emotion.

I'm still not ready to come back and write like I did before, but I am slowly opening my fic-folder and re-reading everything that I've left. My will to write is coming back, but I am not promising anything because it'd be pointless and it would put me in an uncomfortable situation.

I still love Criminal Minds and Spencer, of course. I still love to write smut and definitely I am not done with Daisy&Spencer (maybe I am writing a little something something about them...), so just a heads up.

I miss every single person I met here, especially @fortheloveofwonderland and @foxy-eva. I hope you guys are doing wonderful and are happy with your life, your partners, your family, your friends, your studies or whatever is going on with your life.

Just know that I think of you and I miss you all.

PS: I found two kittens this december and I was lucky enough to bring them home around Christmas' time. I don't have pictures on this computer right now, but you can definitely see them on @aetheriiignes (my IG profile).

[johnsbleu]

Hi! it's quite some time since I have send you a message, last week saw your poll but I did not really think much of it, I don't really see your profile much on my feed until today I search for it and saw some of your previous post about the lack of engagement with your story, I'm truly sorry you are going through this, I can not imagine how hard it is to pour your time and part of your life into this and not really receive much feedback, for that I do want to apologize in my end, I'm really sorry, I love your story, I truly think is one of the best things I have read on the internet and you are a very talented writer, I'm sorry I have not really show my love for it. I'm a very shy person and english is not my first language, I have had some not really nice encounters on social media so I do not interact much outside of the likes, but I can assure you that I'll interact more with your page and comment more in the chapters to show you my interest and love for the story.

Also, I hope you are feeling better! ☺️

you are so incredibly kind thank you for this message! i know that i don't ever pop up on people's feeds and i don't even show up in the tags apparently, which is really disheartening. i want people to read my fic and it seems like it's just getting blocked at every moment lmao but i'm so incredibly grateful for the readers that i do have, and i didn't realize how many people still read it! it does suck not really getting any sort of recognition other than likes, but i totally get where you're coming from about people being mean. i used to talk about hmh a lot on twitter but someone was like...openly bullying me with their group of friends about it and it really hurt. i talk about it more now because they're not really in the keanu fandom anymore or they just aren't on twitter but it sucks when people do that kind of stuff. idk why people can't just be nice lmao

i appreciate you saying that you'll show more love, it means a lot! i already appreciate you so much just for sending this message in the first place and i know you've been a long time reader too, so thank you! 🤍🤍🤍

[quickspinner]

hey, i was that anon ages ago about how you inspired me to be less judgy. i've been involving myself more into supporting art/gifs/fics/etc (at any level or stage of creation) as much as i can, and doing my best to be leaving comments on everything i read, or reblog and say smth nice in the tags.

i wanted to say thank YOU, bc i see strength in your kindness and it's helped me practice that kind strength.

i've also been binging the way you write luka. i'm super in love with how you write luka. my favorite parts of how you write him is his internal dialogue, and it helped me get through a long flight to college.

thank you again and i am very sorry if i offended or made you upset like my last ask did (i am not very sure. if it did, my genuine apologies, as i didn't mean it in such a way. i also promise i'm not putting you on a pedestal, as you are human)

Oh my friend I am so sorry if you thought I was offended! That wasn't my intention at all and my inability to take a compliment is not your fault. 😂 I'm so grateful for your good opinion and your grace for my less than stellar moments.

It makes me so happy to hear you're putting positivity and support out there! I know it means so much to the people receiving it (including me!). It can really be a challenge especially when your emotional batteries are low, so gold star for stepping out there! ⭐️ I hope it comes back around to you when you need it most.

I'm so glad you like the internal dialogue, I really love getting inside Luka's head and working out how he would react to things, and what we know from canon and what we can conjecture based on that, and exploring all the possibilities. Reasoning out how a person with this list qualities would respond in various situations is one of the really fun parts of fanfic I think.

Good luck with college, friend, I don't know whether you're just starting or if you're in the middle of the whole mess, but when it gets rough remember that it's only one stage of your life! I had a really hard time in college so I always like to put that reminder out there. 😁 It's important but it's NOT all there is to life and you will have many, many more accomplishments, successes, and failures in your life than what those four (or five, or six, or however many it takes) years can hold.

Wishing you strength and endurance for your endeavors, and thank you so much for your kind words. 💜

[onlyswan]

hi art, I just read your recent installment and I must say that drunk art is just exceptionally poetic and I cannot stress it enough, you really now how to put such emotions into words that you know would deliver the sparks. I love every word you put into it especially these parts:

you don’t know if you’re blinded by love, putting your trust in jungkook when he said that he wanted to build a life with you; or if it’s arrogance, having the trust in your ability to stand on your own feet again incase a match is thrown in a puddle of fuel on the floor. the latter is more painful to think about, quite frankly. just because you can, doesn’t mean that you want to. you have to. you have to. with bruised knees from praying for a little more time, you have to. the earth doesn’t stop orbiting the sun when your house burns down.

you perfectly describe what it is like to be in a place where you cannot fathom how did you get in this place that is too good to be true yet so scary and that no matter how frightening it is you know you will never have it any other way and taking that big of a step and putting your heart in line with someone like THE jeon jungkook and making a home out of his heart, I must say that a person as beautiful as oc deserve him so so so much and it is so nice that oc seems to be mirroring a lot of people like us who carries baggage yet is experiencing such exqusitely beautiful love gives me comfort like hell yeah, we also deserved to be loved despite of it all.

the epiphany that he is doing this at 2am not because time has arrived to daunt him and he needs to leave your bed to go home. not anymore. whatever this is, it feels so fucking good. oh my god, he looks forward to spending the rest of his life feeling you breathe next to him, getting lost in how peaceful you look asleep when he randomly wakes up in the middle of the night.

also this... this made me swoon so hard that I just have to read it a couple of times to be able to absorb the power this thought holds. the domesticated feelings. looking at the love of your life and suddenly your future flashes in your eyes. oh jungkook, bless your sweet sweet heart.

I just love them both so much, they are both so playful yet they have the most genuine love for each other. Also art, I was listening to boygenius' album earlier when the song true blue played and it reminded me of in which! couple like:

You've never done me wrong Except for that one time that we don't talk about Because it doesn't matter anymore Who won the fight? I don't know, we're not keeping score

And it feels good to be known so well I can't hide from you like I hide from myself I remember who I am when I'm with you Your love is tough, your love is tried and true blue

I remember the previous installment and it's just so soft and so cute and so freaking wholesome like goodness, thank you for creating them. Anyway, that's all this is getting too long hehe Love, ♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧

“hell yeah, we also deserved to be loved despite of it all.” 🥹🥹🥹 i cried

ngl it took me a while to answer this bcs i keep reading your words over and over again. i love when they’re talked about like this 🥲 it’s just soooo heartwarming to learn that the messages i’m weaving throughout the drabbles are well received. like it still feels surreal to me that you guys read read my works :,( and have come to understand and love jungkook and oc deeply as much if not more than me. literally feel free to analyze bcs i’m so interested in hearing your thoughts and how you perceive them !! thank you so much for your time and attention :") and i hope i never waste or take them for granted. i really am so grateful for each like reblog comments and asks 🫂💕

and bless jungkook’s sweet sweet heart indeed </3 baby is so happy to finally be living with oc

omg these lyrics and especially “you’ve never done me wrong except for that one time we don’t talk about“ holy shit??? 😭 so in which couple coded indeed. thank you for sharing i’ll be listening to it a lot !! <333

[ear-worthy]

lenny.fm -- How You Can Support Your Favorite Indie Podcasters

There's a famous TV commercial (for Boomers) that ran in 1984 called Hair Club For Men. In the one-minute commercial, a man with nicely combed full black hair, Sy Sperling, pitches bald men on the virtues of purchasing a toupee. At the end of the commercial, Sy Sperling says while holding up a photo of him with a bald head, "I'm not just the president of the company, I'm a client."

I tell you that upfront because I want you to know that I am a customer of Lenny.fm. I think it's a terrific tool for podcast listeners who want to support their favorite indie podcasts while staying within their budget.

 Here's their marketing pitch: "Your podcasts walk with you, talk with you, shown up for you in the podcast app — they do the show for you."

"Lenny.fm is a new way to support the people you spend so much time with. And to help them spend more time with you," says Courtney Carthy of Lenny.fm.

"It’s built for the podcast ecosystem, for podcast fans and podcast creators," Courtney continues. "For listeners, you can support the great work of the podcasts you enjoy listening to. A little makes a lot of difference."

"For podcast creators," Courtney adds. "If you want to monetize, Lenny.fm is one of many great options. Why not have more than one?"

Courtney Carthy, part of the founding team, says the concept came from his experience running a podcast production company and working in the music industry.

For me, I believe that most indie podcasts don't have as many listeners as you'd think, and most podcast creators do it without expectation that it'll be a full-time gig.

That’s why I’m asking you to consider supporting the indie podcasts you love.

Podcast consultant George Witt framed lenny.fm this way: "If you sign up and spend $4 a month, the podcasts you enjoy will likely be around for longer, be able to put more effort into doing what they do best, and be amazingly grateful for it." 

How does lenny.fm work?

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Listeners contribute US$4 a month, which is split between the top 4 podcasts they chose.

If a podcast in their top 4 doesn’t publish an episode that month, the preferences reorder to 4 that have.

The podcast can choose how best to reward listeners supporting them via Lenny.fm, if they choose to.

 I signed up for lenny.fm early on and the process was easy and seamless. I created an account, chose my four indie podcasts -- each of which would receive one dollar, and then hoped others would subscribe and support their favorite indie podcasters. If my favorite podcast has others who signed up, the podcaster would begin to see some real currency to help monetize their efforts.

"Indie podcasters don't have a Wondery, iHeart or Spotify to spend money on production costs, marketing, distribution, and salaries," notes podcast consultant George Witt.

 Courtney Carthy of lenny.fm notes: "The biggest hurdle is not having a succinct way to explain how Lenny works. It does a few cool things all at once, behind the scenes, with very minimal effort from either Creators or Listeners."

"This is our problem, and we're working on it constantly," Courtney adds. When I asked Courtney about the reaction from creators when they find out that a listener has signed up on Lenny.fm to support them, she answered: "They are often delighted and surprised after we introduce them to Lenny.fm. A couple of Creators immediately said they'd like to contact their supporters and say thanks. We're working on this functionality."

Courtney adds: "Creators with paid supporters are similarly getting purposeful and meaningful appreciation. It's actual money that Listeners are choosing to put down and back the Creators they enjoy."

Courtney posted a question on a Creator Facebook Group - "How did you feel when a listener said thanks to you for making your podcast?"

Here's a comment from a listener who is a subscriber of lenny.fm.

From Nina, supporting podcasts via Lenny.fm

Lenny.fm is an ideal way to support indie podcasters. I urge to support these indie podcasters. Look what's happening in the network-supported podcast world. These large podcasts networks continue to hide their podcasts behind paywalls. The New York Times just began a subscription service. Wondery has Wondery Plus, and so on.

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 Lenny.fm was also a sponsor of the Ear Worthy Independent Podcast Awards that were handed out in July. They are committed to indie podcasters.

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[beels-burger-babe]

Like Humans Do

***As an apology for Come Back To Me, I have come with offerings of fluff. This is my first poly!MC fluff fic that I've written in a while (if ever) so I hope you guys enjoy it! Thank you to the Hive for helping me get ideas together -B***

Summary: MC decides that, for once, they want to be the one to surprise and plan an outing for their significant others. Follow MC and the lords of the Devildom on their journey out into the human world and all the shenanigans that follow. Poly!MC

Dating the seven Avatars of Sin was something that you never saw coming, but something that you would never trade for the world. It was a constant thrill of guessing what surprises the day would hold for you this time. You were so grateful for them and the love that they gave you.

But sometimes you wished that you could be the one to spoil them for a change.

Since there were seven of them and one of you, it seemed like you were the one who was constantly on the receiving end of gifts, profoundly planned dates, and sentimental exchanges. It was nice and you definitely appreciated it, but you wanted to show the boys that you loved them just as equally.

So, you talked with Diavolo and with a little secretive planning, you were able to put together a day where you could do exactly that.

You bounced on your toes as you watched the brothers stumble through the portal with their eyes closed.

"Do we really have ta keep are eyes shut? I mean, it's not like we ain't gonna find ou- Ow!" Mammon complained as Belphie elbowed them.

"Stop complaining! Just keep your eyes shut. They put a lot of work into this, so if MC says they want it to be a surprise, then let it be a damn surprise!"

You rolled your eyes at the bickering and gently lead the brothers a little bit away from the portal. "Actually, I was just about to tell you to open your eyes, but I appreciate the backup, Belphie."

One by one, your boyfriends opened their eyes and loudly groaned before shutting them.

"Too bright!" Levi shouted while guarding his face with his hands. "How in the world did you find somewhere this bright in the Devildom?"

You smiled as you delicately lowered Levi's hands with your own. "Well, we aren't exactly in the Devildom."

Levi's eyes instantly snapped back open as he looked around himself with the expression and enthusiasm of a kid in a candy shop. "No way! You brought us to the human world?!"

Satan looked around at the coastal village you all seemed to be in. "You know, no matter how many times I've visited up here or seen it pictures in books, the real thing never fails to impress me."

You beamed at him brightly, "That's how I feel about the Devildom," you shifted your gaze over to your other lovers as you gestured to the space around you. "I thought that since you guys have shown me the things you love most about the Devildom and taught me about your culture, it was about time that I did the same with mine," you blushed as noted that Mammon and Beel were still gaping at you, and nervously fiddled with your hair. "I-If that's okay with everyone. I can, uh, we can always go back to the Devildom and have a movie night or something if you guys aren't comfortable but-"

"Are ya kiddin' me?! Why the hell would I want to go back to that musty old place, when I can spend the day with you up here?" Mammon shouted. "I love the human world! You guys have some of the best Casinos in all of the realms! Granted, I've only ever been there for work reasons, but still!"

Lucifer sighed at Mammon's comment, but even so, the subtle smile gracing his lips remained as he looked down at you. "I'm sure we won't be going to any Casinos today, Mammon. MC probably has an entire day planned to show us their favourite things about the human world, don't you?"

You pouted at just how easily Lucifer was able to deduce everything. "You didn't have to guess it so quickly."

Lucifer chuckled as he leaned down to peck your lips. "Apologies, Beloved," he whispered, taking great joy in the flushed look on your face.

"S-So!" Levi shouted loudly, very clearly interrupting your moment with Lucifer. "Where are we going to first?"

You pulled out a folded piece of paper and looked down at it. "Well, according to the schedule I made, we're headed to the boardwalk. They have all kinds of stuff to do there. Shopping, an aquarium, an amusement park, and of course the beach. So we can easily spend the rest of our day over there before the fireworks start tonight," You tilted your head as you looked back up at your lovers. "How does that sound?"

Asmo giggled as he wrapped his arms around you and pressed a kiss to your cheek. "That sounds perfect, love. You really do know how to spoil us, don't you?"

You turned your head to softly kiss Asmo's cheek in return. "Well, after everything you've all done for me, it's the least. I can do," your eyebrow furrowed slightly as you sighed. "Since we've all got together, you guys have always been the ones to treat me and take me out, and I've been slacking off and not returning the favour," You flashed them all a guilt-filled smile. "You all deserve the best, a-and maybe I'm not always able to be the perfect partner, but I want to try."

"Oh MC," Beelzebub cooed as he took your face in his hands. "To us, you're already perfect. It doesn't matter if you can't always arrange dates or surprises like this. We don't date you for those things. We date you because we love you unconditionally."

You felt your eyes burn with the threat of tears as your heart melted at your lover's words. You wrapped Beel into a hug and muttered a soft thank you as he held you tightly.

You took a shaky breath as you pulled away from him and ran a hand over your face. "O-Okay. We haven't even gotten started yet, I can't start crying already," you giggled as you grinned at your boys. "Allow me to show you the wonders of the human world."

The sun beamed down on the eight of you as you made your way through the urban, sea-side streets and wandered over to the bustling boardwalk.

It had been decided after a solid ten minutes of bickering that you would begin your day at the small aquarium that sat near the end of the docks.

Levi had practically dragged you to the building, gripping tightly onto your hand.

He gaped and awed at the creatures surrounding him. He had been to an aquarium before, the Devildom had a few, but the fish there were mostly monstrosities in their own right. He had never seen these elegant, almost ethereal, underwater creatures, that glided inside the tanks around him.

Levi blinked over at a glowing blob that casually floated up to the glass next to him. He beamed over at you as he pointed to it. "Look at this MC! It's so cool!"

You smiled and moved closer to him. "That's a lanternfish. Cute, right?"

Beel perked in interest and peered down at it. "A lanternfish? Do they have a little lantern inside of them or something?"

A mischievous grin climbed onto your expression as your eyes lit up, "Not quite," you stated with certainty. You could see Satan smirk out of the corner of your eye. "Lanternfish were created when a small fish swam a little too close to the surface during a storm one night and got struck by lightning. The lightning gave it its bioluminescent properties which allow it to glow in its deep-sea habitat."

Beel and Mammon gasped and turned to the lanternfish with great interest, soaking in your every word.

Lucifer rose an eyebrow as he nudged you with his elbow. "You know, you shouldn't lie to him like that."

Satan flashed his brother a catlike grin as he leaned onto you. "But Lucifer, who said that MC was lying? The science of reanimation using lightning has been around in the human world for years. It all began after the incredible research of Dr. Frankenstien in 1817," he scoffed and looked down at you. "Man, kind of embarrassing that he doesn't know one of the biggest names in human science."

You nodded in agreement as you looked at Lucifer. "Yeah, truly a shame, especially after all Frankenstein did for humanity. Sounds like you need to hit a few books, eh Lucifer?"

Lucifer narrowed his eyebrows and you could practically see his brain attempting to processes your stories. He clearly recognized the name Frankenstein, but not well enough to call you out. His obsidian gaze flickered over to the lanternfish once more, eye twitching before he confidently turned back to the two of you. "I've heard of Dr. Frankenstien before, I just wasn't aware that his efforts had such a profound impact," he turned on his heel and walked deeper into the aquarium, missing the low five exchanged between you and Satan.

After another hour of water-painted walls and half-spun lies about the origins of octopi, crabs and other fish, you all finally made your way out of the aquarium and hopped down to the beach for some relaxation.

Well, mostly relaxation.

You fondly watched as Mammon screeched, running away from Beel, Satan and Levi who were all armed with water guns.

"Oh Lovebug~" You looked over at Asmo was waving you over to the umbrellas and towels he had set up. He lifted a bottle of sunscreen and shook it. "Why don't you come over here so I can apply your sunscreen?" He smirked tilting his head as he innocently rested a finger against his cheek. "Wouldn't want your beautiful skin getting burnt."

You giggled as you walked over to Asmo and sat down on the towels in front of him. "Thanks, Asmo."

He pressed a playful kiss to the back of your neck before beginning to rub in the sunscreen. "Anything for you, love."

A groan tore both of you from your thoughts as you looked over at Belphegor laying face first in the sand. "It is way too hot and gross out for you two to be this mushy."

You snorted and flicked some sand at the demon. "No need to be grouchy, Bel. If you're feeling gross then get under the umbrella and drink some water."

He let out an even louder groan as he blindly stretched an arm out towards the shaded area. "But it's too far and I don't want to get up."

You rolled your eyes and walked over to the lazy demon. Belphegor turned his head to look at you and raised a suspicious eyebrow. "What are you doing?"

You smiled sharply at him, "Well, if you're too lazy to get up," the demon yelped as his world spun and he suddenly being carried bridal style in your arms. His cheeks flushed red as he clutched onto your shirt. "I guess I'll just have to carry you~"

You could hear Asmo cackling and wolf-whistling at the two of you as you carried Belphie back into the shade. You set him down on a towel and wiped the sand off your hands as you passed him a water bottle.

He blushed deeply as he accepted it, muttering under his breath. "Thanks, Angel."

You were about to lean down to give your partner a kiss when a strong pair of arms wrapped around your waist and you were suddenly hoisted into the air.

"Try gettin' me now, ya bastards!!" Mammon screamed as he took off down the beach with you in his arms and a protesting Beel, Levi and Satan chasing him. "I got MC!"

"Mammon, be careful!" Lucifer shouted out from his own towel. "Don't run like that, you idiot! You're going to-"

Mammon yelped as his foot got caught on a piece of driftwood. A scream tore its way from your throat as you went soaring through the air and into the water.

"MC!"

You popped your head out of the shallow waves and spit out a mouthful of saltwater. "I'm okay!" You graciously accepted a fretting Beelzebub's hand and rose back to your feet. "I'm alright. I didn't hurt anything. Just a little wet."

Beel frowned, eyes searching your body for any signs of bruising. He huffed and glanced over at the others. "I'm hungry. We should take a break and get some food from the boardwalk."

Mammon let out a loud whine. "What? But we were just havin' fun!"

"No, Beelzebub's right. It wouldn't be bad to take a break from... all of this," Lucifer scrunched up his nose as he gestured to Mammon still holding a water gun in one hand.

You giggled and ruffled Mammon's hair as you walked past him. "It's alright, Mams. Besides, there are all kinds of games and rides on the boardwalk. I'm sure you'll find some kind of fun up there."

Levi groaned from behind you, "Do not give him ideas."

As you all made your way up to the more crowded paths of the boardwalk, you couldn't help but notice the wide-eye stares that the brothers seemed to attract. You brushed off the attraction the best you could; a few stares could only be expected with how intimidating the brothers were, after all. Everything was fine.

The group of you found a couple tables not too far from the rows of food stands and food trucks and made quick work of pushing them together to have enough space for everyone.

You grabbed Beel's hand and waved back at the others. "Beel and I will go get food for everyone, you guys save our table."

Beelzebub clung tightly onto your hand as he excitedly eyed all the new food around him. You looked adoringly up at him, taking joy in the unrestrained happiness that lit up his entire expression, as you pulled him over to the stands. "There's all kinds of junk food here. Carnival food can be a little hard on the stomach, so we probably shouldn't get too much, but you're welcome to try what you'd like."

He leaned down close to you as he grinned widely at your words. "What do you recommend? I want to try all of your favourites!"

Your chest warmed and you placed a tender kiss on his nose. "We should probably get some actually meal-like foods. Corn dogs are a carnival classic, but they won't fill you much," you thought out loud as tapped your chin. "Some nachos would be good for sharing with everyone, and we can get some cotton candy for a treat afterwards. Maybe some slushies to cool down."

"I don't really know what any of that is, but it sounds delicious!"

You giggled and affectionately nudged the giant redhead as you brought over to a food truck. "Then prepare to have your mind blown!"

The two of you walked over the truck and waved at the cashier. "Hello, um, can we have seven orders of extra-large nachos, eight bags of cotton candy and eight slushies, please?"

The cashier's eyes widened as they stared at you. "Seven? Are you sure? That's a lot of food?"

Beel leaned down to look into the window and flashed them a bashful smile. "Sorry. I'm a big eater, and we have a large group with us."

The cashier's cheeks reddened as they nodded. "O-Oh! No, no problem at all! Of course! We'll have it ready soon. You can wait by the side window over there. Here are your cups for the slushies," They handed you the cups, not once dropping eye contact with Beel. They giggled as Beel paid with the card you had handed him earlier. "You know, you said you're a big eater, but you really don't show it. You're in great shape."

Your eyes narrowed slightly at their actions. You cleared your throat, forcing them to look at you as you gave them a sharp, tense, grin. "Thank you," you turned to Beel and pressed a kiss to his cheek. The demon's cheeks flushed as he blinked in confusion. "Come on, babe~" you spoke in a sickly sweet voice as you took his hand into your own. "Let's go wait for our food."

Beel nodded enthusiastically and followed you without so much as glancing back at the cashier.

Belphie smirked at you as you and Beel brought the food back to the table. "What was that?"

You raised an eyebrow at him as you set down a tray in front of him. "What was what?"

Levi snorted and dramatically bat his eyes. "Come on, babe! Ignore this flirty cashier and pay attention to me. Let's go wait for our food," he spoke in a false falsetto.

You grumbled and took a sip of your slushie. "They were eyeing up, Beel."

Beelzebub's eyes flickered between his laughing brothers and you before his jaw dropped in realization. "You were jealous?"

You felt your cheeks heat up at his words. "I wasn't jealous! I-I just didn't like how they were looking at you. That's all."

Beel chuckled as he took his seat beside you. "It's okay, Hun. You're allowed to get jealous sometimes," he pecked your lips before turning to his food. "Just know that I've only got eyes for you."

Asmo nodded in agreement as he licked some cotton candy off his fingers. "Besides, you're hot when you get all possessive over us."

You groaned and dropped your forehead onto the table as the boys erupted into laughter.

Once everyone had their fill of the food and teasing you, your group ventured further down the boardwalk to inspect the different games and attractions.

Mammon gasped as he spotted a giant crow stuffie wearing sunglasses on display at a shooting game. Before anyone had a chance to stop him, he rushed over to the stand and slammed his hands on the counter.

"How much for the crow?"

The man running the booth smirked as he saw the greedy stars dazzling in Mammon's eyes. "I'm afraid it's not for sale, son. You have to win it. Knock down that target, and ya got yourself a deal."

Mammon scoffed and pulled out his wallet. "Easy. A silly, human-shooting game is nothin'."

You frowned and quickly grabbed Mammon's arm before he could give the carnie his money. "Mammon wait. These games are usually rigged to be impossible to beat. You shouldn't waste your money."

You should've known better than to tell Mammon that there was something he couldn't do because the moment you did, the determination in his eyes tripled as handed his money over. "Don't worry, Treasure. The Great Mammon's got this."

The Great Mammon definitely did not have this.

Mammon was now growling, down to his last few bills as he handed over more cash for what would be his tenth attempt at shooting down the target on the wall.

The carnie simply stood to the side, smugly counting his money as Mammon fired pellet after pellet and continuously missed the target.

"Gragh!" He shouted out as he tossed down the fake gun. "This thing has to be broken!"

Satan shook his head at his brother's antics and made his way over. "You probably just aren't doing it right. Let me try."

Mammon huffed, but having nearly run out of cash, handed over the gun.

Satan confidently spun the gun around before aiming it carefully at the target.

Ping! Ping! Ping!

You winced as the brothers let out shouts of victory and Satan hit the target, dead center in quick succession.

"Now," Satan grinned at the carnie. "I believe we're owed that giant crow stuffie."

The carnie scoffed and shook his head. "Sorry pal. Target's still standin', so no big prize." He reached behind him and grabbed three, small, neon-coloured, stuffed stars. "Here's what ya get."

Satan's eye twitched as he crushed the stuffed stars in his hand and glared at the carnie.

Realizing that the demon was about to burst into a rage any second now, you quickly grabbed your partner's shoulders and smiled politely at the carnie. "We should get going. Thanks for letting us play!"

You quickly dragged Satan away from the booth before any more of a scene could be stirred up.

The rest of the day passed smoothly as you all explored the rest of the docks. Before you knew it, nighttime had fallen.

The eight of you had returned to your spot on the beach where you now had a small bonfire going. You sat against Lucifer's chest, relaxing in his arms, as you watched the boys laugh amongst one another, roast marshmallows and exchange stories.

You sighed in content as you leaned against Lucifer; he nuzzled his face into your hair in return. "Thank you for this, beloved," he whispered into your scalp. "You have no idea how much today has meant to all of us. You're truly incredible, and thank Diavolo every day for bringing you into our lives."

"It's the least I could do," you said softly. "Being with all of you has been some of the happiest moments of my life. It might be ironic to say this, but I feel so blessed getting to spend my days surrounded by all of you and loved by all of you," you turned your head to look at Lucifer. His expression softened as your eyes met. "I love you guys, and I just wanted to make sure you knew it."

Before Lucifer could respond a resonating boom pierced through the sky. You all gasped as colours exploded in the inky darkness above you, and sparks fell like glitter over the boardwalks skyline.

You couldn't help but grin at the wide-eyed wonder that filled all of their expressions at the sight, and prayed to whatever higher being was listening that there'd be many nights like this in your future with just you and your boys.

***Thank you all so much for reading! You guys are amazing and I am always in shock of all the love and support I receive from you. I hope you enjoyed the fic! -B***

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Everything Has Changed

AU, MobWives! Wandanat x Reader, MobWives! KateYelena x Reader (Platonic), SecretRivalMob! Carol x Reader (brief)

CoffeeShopOwner! Reader /

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Chapter 3 | Masterlist | Chapter 5

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Yelena's POV

It's been an incredibly slow week, business is booming with little to no need for us, and it appears all of our rivals are laying low. We did take about half of their people out last month, not to mention, the businesses we commandeered from them in doing so...

"Kate, my love!! What do you want for dinner?" I question my wife, while spinning in my wheeley chair, incredibly too indecisive to pick myself.

"Chinese!!" She shouts back from her office, where I last left her playing trashcan ball.

"Sounds perfect." I shout back, grabbing my phone to place the order, but stopping as I receive a text from my stupid sister.

NaTRASHa 🤢 🗑 🙄

* "Hey, have you heard from Y/N? We had fixed everything, so she went down to cancel her date and now she's nowhere to be found. Wanda's freaking out and I'm growing concerned too. Have Kate hack the lobby's security please, and see if Y/N's sent you a sign yet, please Lena..."

"On it!"*

As soon as I saw that message, my heart immediately dropped, and I ran to see if the device I have linked to her watch is going off...

Fuck!

I never leave this out of earshot, so I'm not sure how I managed to do so the one time I actually needed it...

Y/N's POV

Oh no... I'm in a basement... Tied to a chair... God, this woman is so stupid, it's only a matter of time before my four, extremely hot, mob bosses break the door down...

"I see you're awake.." Her whiny voice breaks through the dark space.

"Glad to know you can see, now, care to elaborate on why you've kidnapped me?"

"Thought it was obvious, your owners fucked up my daddy’s business arrangements, so I stole their bitch."

"Woah, woah, woah... I'm nobody's bitch."

"Well, we had a date, and then next thing I know you're canceling, obviously because of them. Sounds like you're their property and they are staking their claiming."

"So, all of this is because I canceled our date? How long has it been since you last got some?" I playfully question.

"Don't get smart... You better watch that pretty little mouth of yours, before I put it to better use." She growls out.

"So, what exactly did my mobsters do to yours?" I question, while making 'pew pew' sound affects.

"You clearly don't value your life all that much."

"Astute observation blondie..."

I can feel the energy in the room shift from annoyed to full blown pissed, and next thing I know Carol's left the room.

Well shit...

"So, it seems your owners are taking their sweet time to collect you..." She says as she reemerges.

"Girl, if you don't stop insinuating that I'm their property..." I scoff, while rolling my eyes

"Then what? You seem to forget who has who tied up here." She laughs out.

"Kinky..." I reply, smirking as I've succeeded in annoying her further.

She groans in frustration at my incessant need to get the last word in.

"I'm fucking over your shit!!! " She shouts, then moves to straddle my lap.

"I've done my best to be nice.."

"This is you being nice?" I gasp in question.

She rolls her eyes at my comment, then abruptly slaps me in the face, causing my head to jerk sideways.

"Uh oh... My mobsters aren't going to —." I start, then immediately find myself shut up by a ball gag being aggressively shoved into my mouth.

"Much better..." Carol coos, then traces her fingers across my jawline.

"You're such a brat, I'm not sure how those two even handle you... If you were mine you'd never speak out of turn."

I roll my eyes at her accusations that I'm somehow a brat... The action probably furthering her assumption, but did she just expect me to be grateful to her for kidnapping me?!

"So, as you asked earlier, your owners and their partners, took my daddy's business. They knocked out over half of our people just last month, and commandeered the businesses we've aligned ourselves with. So, I'm my daddy's special hitter, seeing as how no one really knows about me. I was only initially sent in to retrieve useful information on the women. So, I got myself a job at Stark Industries six months ago, where we know they run their show, and started planting bugs. Sadly, they didn't talk about anything important outside of the meeting room that I could never sneak in to. Some guard was always posted there, even in the off hours of the day. I listened through hours of recordings, which is where I got my idea to just take you. Such a simple mark you were, the pretty coffee shop owner across the street. It also helped that you were so broken, practically desperate for my attention, and you dropped your walls and accepted my date."

Desperate?! Girl, please... I actually hesitated, and clearly that was my gut telling me you’re a psycho.

"Yo-ur-e de-lus-ion-al" I brokenly mumble out over the ball gag.

"Sorry dove, I didn't quite catch that..." She sweetly remarks, chuckling darkly as if she'd actually done something.

"Well, I have to handle some things, I'll be back in a bit. Don't go anywhere." She casually states, winking my way, then everything goes black once more as she hits me upside the head with God knows what.

Yelena's POV

"Detka! Change of plans." I shout over the beeping from her doorway, she looks up as she hears the alarm, and her face pales instantly.

"Check the cameras in Y/N's lobby, Natasha said that's where she was headed last. Then run scans to find out who the hell this skank with the death wish is."

Shit…

“On it, where’s Natasha and Wanda? Do they know?” Kate questions me as she sets up her laptop beside her desktop.

“They knew first, apparently they fixed things, then she never made it back upstairs. That was over thirty minutes ago now. They’re on their way. I’m going to see if I can track her location.” I state, making my way back out and towards my office.

Natasha's POV

Wanda's in absolute hysterics, and I feel like I'm also about to lose my mind... I refuse to do so though, this is exactly what these people want.

"Detka, pull yourself together! Don't give them what they want, or this will just continue to happen.." I try to reason with my wife.

"Natasha! Y/N's a sarcastic idiot, she's going to get herself killed, and it will be all our faults. What were we thinking bringing her into this?? She's just so innocent, and we're —."

"Calm down dorogoy, Y/N's not the least bit phased by our lifestyle, and she's also pretty tough. Our rivals know better than to actually harm her, they're just trying to ruffle our feathers and you spazzing out in the open gives them what they want. Chill out."

"They better be prepared for a storm, because I'm not about to play nice." She replies cooly, switching moods so fast, even I find myself alarmed.

We quickly change into more business appropriate attire, and hop into our car to head back to the office.

Wanda takes off towards the meeting room instantly, having already called in our men.

Yelena's tracking Y/N's watch—knowing that it's still attached to her person because it requires a specific key to remove it.

Kate's been left to find out everything there is to know about this woman who dared to take Y/N. I'm currently checking in with everyone, before moving to prepare the weaponry for the ambush to come.

"What do we got?" I question Kate, while tossing my jacket over the chair.

"So, I have found out the woman in questions name is actually Carol Danvers, and she's apparently an employee here. Carter hired her for Stark roughly six months ago, upon sifting through our footage, it seems she's been bugging our offices. I've also seen she's tried to get to the meeting room a handful of times. I'm now hacking the city's footage, cross checking her image to see if I can find who she's tied to. I'm still failing to see how she figured out about Y/N though... We haven't had her back in the offices since the holiday party fiasco last year. She couldn't have found out she's important to us by simply seeing we enjoy her coffee..." Kate explains, then continues to ramble on.

"Kate! We literally live with her, so it's not hard to deduce... Y/N mentioned that the girl apparently lives in our building, so this has been a long standing game. I’m assuming our business practices last week is what led them to acting upon it now.” I explain to Kate what I think took place, and how we’ve somehow landed in this mess.

“I’m going to get the weapons loaded, and then we’ll meet with Wanda and the guys to come up with a plan text me if anything comes up.” I reply, then swiftly make my way to the weapons lock up.

Y/N’s POV

I start to come to at the sound of arguing.

“What the fuck Carol? I said you could kidnap their girl, not mark her up… Do you have a death wish? We already lost half of our guys last week…” I hear a man shout in frustration.

“Daddy, I couldn’t help it, she was being so annoying…”

“Listen, you need to get your emotions in check. This is why I never used you before, because you can never stay focused on the end goal. The moment they break through our doors, which they will, and see her hurt it’s your funeral.”

“But daddy..” She whines.

And I’m the brat?…

“No! If you wanna be a spoiled brat, you can face the consequences of your actions.”

Exactly

Judging by the sounds of it, this is not her parental figure, and I’m even more uncomfortable than I was before.

Don’t get me wrong, a daddy kink’s fine, but something about their dynamic just feels predatory…

I hear her whine as the door slams, finding he’s taken off, and we’re alone together once again.

“Oh, little dove… Daddy said I shouldn’t have hurt you… I however disagree, and since I’m already in trouble, what’s a little more pain, huh?” She relays in a sickeningly sweet tone, completely opposite of her intentions with me.

“I didn’t hear any rebuttals, so let’s get started shall we?” She chuckles, slowly inching towards me.

She moves into the light, smirking deviously at me, while twirling a five inch blade against her finger.

“Such smooth, pretty skin you have there dove, I can’t wait to leave my mark.”

Wanda’s POV

Everyone finally has made it into the meeting room besides Kate. She said she just needed to get the last of the pieces to fit before she can fill us in.

“This is taking too long, I don’t care who’s behind this, I just want to get her out!“ Yelena suddenly shouts, standing up as she bangs her fists against the table.

“Yelena…”

“No! This is all your fault! Had you guys not messed with her head, she never would’ve accepted that date to begin with. Y/N’s been happily single for years, then in an attempt to get over you two she threw herself at this blonde bimbo..”

“Regardless of it that’s true or not Yelena, we have to wait!! There’s more at stake here than just Y/N’s safety, so pipe the fuck down!” Natasha commands, but I can see how she is just as desperate as Yelena is—we all are.

“I’m —.”Yelena starts.

“ENOUGH!” I shout, entirely too stressed as it is to put up with their sibling rivalry nonsense.

“The goal here is to have as little casualties as possible, and to bring the son of a bitch who did this to face his maker. If we storm in there without knowledge, we’ll never get it later. They’ll cover their tracks faster than we could dig them up. Natasha’s right, there’s too much at stake here, and part of that is being able to go after who’s at fault here.“

“Rumlow!” Kate shouts as she shoves the doors open

“Rumlow?” I turn to question the brunette.

“Yeah, Carol’s just one of his many girlfriends, and he sent her in for information recon. I also just got visual that Rumlow left his warehouse on the south side looking rather pissed.” Kate rushes out.

“Well, ladies, let’s go save our girl! Boys, find Rumlow and bring him to the sanctuary.” I command, then leave with my fellow bosses towards our fully stocked Lamborghini Uris.

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❤️ Kaitlyn 🤪