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kikufuku01 · 2 years ago

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I Love You, Always

Sukuna x Reader

Part 14 Three Brats ♡♡♡ Part 15 Sakura series m. list

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Warnings: Oral(o/c receiving), sex, nipple pinching, Sukuna is horny and wants your attention (lol)

"Sukuna, get up." You violently slap his arm, "you gotta leave after my parents leave."

“No.”

You smack his arm harder this time, “you can’t be here today.”

Sukuna lazily lifts his head from your pillow and frowns, “why not? I heard everything.”

“Which is why you have to go. I can’t have you here today.”

He chooses to ignore you by laying back down, turning his back towards you and all you can do about it is get annoyed. If you kick him out now, there’s a chance someone will see him. With one final blow to the back of his head, you sigh and then throw the blanket over his head, “fine, stay hidden in there and don’t come out all day.”

Sukuna doesn’t bother to respond, so you gather up new clothes and head out to freshen up. You’d usually take your sweet time showering but your heart is anxious, since Sukuna doesn’t want to leave. After towel-drying your hair, you head towards the kitchen and prepare yourself something to eat while your parents walk around back and forth in the house. And since Sukuna wants to be an asshole, he doesn’t get any breakfast.

Your mom pokes her head into the kitchen while putting earrings in, “Ayumi said she’d tell you when she’s around the corner, so make sure not to go back to sleep.”

“I get it.”

She gives you a quick scowl but nods anyway, “we’ll be off then.”

You’re eating as you wait around for five minutes when you finally hear the sound of your dad’s footsteps traveling down the steps to the front door along with your mom’s. Once the door clicked, you wandered out into the living room and lounged around, waiting for Ayumi’s text. It took about fifteen minutes before your phone started ringing.

“Hello?”

“Oh hey, y/n, I’m outside, do you mind opening the gate?”

You jump up from the couch immediately, “of course.”

Instead of going outside to open the gate, you go towards the buzzer by the door and press the button.

“Asa-san, Ayumi-san, it’s great to see you again.”

You’d give them a hug if they weren’t each carrying a sleeping child in their arms. They smile at you in unison and wander into the house.

“Sorry for the late notice again,” Ayumi says with a sorrowful smile.

You shake your head at her, “it’s totally fine. I wasn’t doing anything.”

Asa looks around and starts to walk towards your bedroom, “since they’re both asleep, should I place them in here?”

Fucking shit!!! You look pretty fucking sketchy based on your stunned expression, but what are you supposed to do?! You’d look weirder to them if you said no, but Sukuna is in there lying dead asleep like an ass! Hell, they aren’t even paying attention to you. Instead, Ayumi is following Asa and before they open the door, she turns back at you, “in here?”

You’re caught. You should’ve kicked him out the moment your parents were gone. Why didn’t you try harder? Now you’re caught! You manage to force a smile and laugh nervously, “yeah, just place them down and I’ll tuck them in after you guys leave. Isn’t Hotaru still in the car?”

Ayumi chuckles, “yes, but he’s asleep as well.” She walks in with Asa and places Ren down first before glancing up at Asa. “Honey, you should go back to the car first to make sure Hotaru is alright and then bring in the kid’s things. I’ll be out in a second.”

When you walk in, your heart literally falls out of your ass and you sigh a breath of relief. Sukuna isn’t here! Well, he isn’t on the bed anymore and you’ve no clue where he’s at, but you’re grateful that he’s gone for now.

Asa lays Haru down as well and gives you a small bow with his head, “thank you so much for this favor, y/n-san. As a way to pay you back, please let Ayumi and I take you out for dinner someday.”

You quickly bring your hands up and shake them with a laugh, “oh no, there’s really no need to do that. We’re family, that’s what family is for.”

Ayumi takes your hand in hers and leans on Asa, “please, we feel so indebted to you, y/n.”

Well, since that day would most likely never come, you awkwardly nod your head and agree. Asa leaves first to go to the car while Ayumi explains how her kids are. Most of it just went in one ear and out the other… all you really caught were naughty and don’t play well together.

With Ayumi and Asa gone, the two kids asleep in your room and Sukuna disappearing, all you can do is lay around downstairs and wait for them to wake up. Where did he run off to anyway? Did he sneak out through the window? Maybe you should look for him.

You enter your room again and tiptoe around quietly. Nope, not here. Where could he have gone? You go to the window and check but the window is locked, which means he’s somewhere in the house… when did he wake up?

“Sukuna?”

You make sure to keep your voice low because frankly, you’re not ready to care for two kids yet. After searching the whole downstairs, including the pantry, you go up. As expected, the upstairs living room is empty. There’s a heavy pull to your eyebrows as you continue to wander about. He’s nowhere here and the only place left is your parent’s room, so you push the door open and peek inside.

“What are you doing here?”

Your voice pulls him out of his train of thoughts and he turns around with a goofy grin, “this you?”

It’s a photo of you in your middle school days and boy… you weren’t all that cute in the photo. Just that one though! Your face burns red with embarrassment as you march over and snatch the frame. You flip it down so that it’s no longer showing, “I asked why you were in here.”

Sukuna muses, “I was bored. I came up here a little before your guests arrived.”

You jab at him with an angry frown, “that doesn’t mean you can just wander as you please. What if you got caught?”

He grabs your wrist and pulls you closer, “but I didn’t.”

“And if you did?”

He wears a pretty smirk on his pretty face, a playful glint sparkling in his eyes, “then I’d act like I was robbing you. I’ve got the looks to play the part.”

There’s that laugh he was looking for. You shove him away with your free hand and back away, “you’re stupid.”

“Only for you.”

You deadpan, “yeah, right.” You drag him out of the room, “anyway, now that I’ve found you, you can’t be here.”

“I think I can help you look after these runts.” Sukuna playfully puffs out his chest and gives it a smack, “I did pretty well with that other runt last time, don’t you think?”

He’s got a point, but you absolutely cannot risk these kids tattling on you. With a stern voice, you answer, “that’s true, but these kids are older. Hotaru only babbled.”

He follows you down the stairs with heavy feet, “then I’ll threaten them.”

“Sukuna.”

“Kidding~” he raises his hands above his head and sways side to side, “just tell them that I’m a friend that’s here to help. It can’t be that big of a problem. I’ll bribe them with money, too. Kids love that.”

You frown at him again, “they’ll ask where the money came from.”

Sukuna leans over your face and smiles like an innocent child while his eyes tell a different story, “from you, of course.”

You’re going to argue back but your bedroom door suddenly opens and all doom falls on you. It hit you like a baseball bat, you swear. Sukuna didn’t expect for the door to open either, based on how much he stiffened. You turn around with a nervous smile and look at the seven year old. He’s staring back at you while he rubs one eye.

“Hi… Haru.”

Haru’s eyes go from tired to curious and he walks up to you with an expression you can’t read. His small hands grab at yours and then he glances up at Sukuna, “who is this, auntie y/n?”

Sukuna stifles back his laughter and raises his eyebrows, “yeah, who am I, auntie y/n?”

“Oh, this is my friend, Sukuna.” You lower yourself to his level and hold a finger up to your mouth, “but you can’t tell anyone about him, okay?”

Haru squints his big eyes at you, “why not?”

Crap. Your brain actually stalls and loads as you look for an excuse but none come to you. All you really can do is panic internally.

Sukuna taps the kid’s head and sighs, “because I can play with you and your brother better, since we’re guys.”

Well that’s sexist. You roll your eyes at them, “what kind of excuse is that?”

Haru ignored you and beams at Sukuna instead, “you have a dingdong like me, right?”

“Yeah,” Sukuna bursts out laughing and nods along, “except mine's way bigger than yours.”

Haru shakes his head at him and releases your hand to slap Sukuna’s thigh, “mine is bigger! We can measure.”

“No, you can’t.” You stand back to your normal height, “just promise that you and Ren won’t mention Sukuna. If you promise, my friend will give you money.”

“Okay!”

You have doubts but if they tell, hopefully Ayumi and Asa will think they’re talking nonsense. Ren wakes up a little after the whole incident as well and you explain the same thing to him, except you tell him that it’s a game and the winner would get more money the next time you saw them. He looked eager to take the deal but children make promises like it’s nothing.

♡ ♡ ♡

By now it’s around one and you’re busy looking around in the kitchen for something to cook. Since you weren’t properly listening to Ayumi, you’re left to guess what they can and can’t eat. There’s a 20% chance they’re allergic to specific things and you’re sure they’re picky eaters since they’re young, so you’re trying to be mindful. Okay, Ren is five, so he might eat whatever you feed him, but Haru is definitely around the age of being a picky eater.

“Curry udon it is.”

You mutter to yourself as you gather the needed ingredients. The house is the loudest it's ever been since Sukuna is watching them for you. You easily find what you need and get to work. Because you don’t have all-purpose flour, you substitute by mixing 100g of bread flour and 100g of cake flour with water. You begin to mix it in slowly, pouring the water and a bit of salt in time by time until the consistency becomes dough-like. When that’s done, you spread flour onto a tray and lay it down, continuously kneading and spreading until it’s ready. It’s going to be a long process to get the dough completely smooth, so you’ll be at it for a while. And maybe you’re out of shape, but your arms are already starting to get sore. Ugh, you don’t even want to know what the chaos going on is about. You shove the dough into the fridge and prepare to make the curry.

While you’re busy doing that, Sukuna is laying on the couch and playing on his phone. He’s not even watching them!

Haru is busy controlling his remote-control race car while Ren follows him around and hovers over his shoulder. Feeling annoyed, Haru reaches behind him and shoves Ren back, “go play by yourself!”

Ren stumbles backwards but stays persistent in lingering around, “I want to play with it too!”

“You’re annoying!” Haru shoves his younger brother again and controls the car to go somewhere else. He makes sure to travel around the living room with the car though so he doesn’t lose sight of it.

Ren wordlessly follows his older brother again, still waiting for a turn. When Haru hears him coming, he stands up and holds the remote close to his chest with a glare, “leave me alone! Play with the other toys.”

This finally catches Sukuna’s attention, so he removes his eyes from the screen and clicks his tongue at Haru, “stop it.” He sees Haru shove Ren back again and sits up on the couch when Ren’s lips begin to quiver. “Look, he’s about to cry any second now because of you.”

Haru glares at Sukuna this time and walks away to play with the car in another area of the house but he stops when he hears Ren behind him again. This time he hits Ren’s head with his knuckles which makes Sukuna stand from the couch. He frowns at the seven year old, “oi, would you stop that? You’re gonna make him cry.”

“I don’t care.” Haru walks towards the car and picks it up, “I don’t share toys with Ren.”

He walks towards him again and pushes him back but this time it’s a little too hard and the boy falls onto his butt. Just like that, the younger brother begins to sob and Sukuna has no choice but to walk to them, “look, you made him cry. What did I tell you?”

Sukuna snatches both the car and remote from Haru, “none of you can play with it if you can’t share.” An evil grin plays on his face, “now it’s mine.”

Ren continues to cry while Haru kicks Sukuna’s leg as hard as he can (it’s doing no damage lol), “give it back! It’s mine!”

He sticks his tongue out at the kid and puts the car down to play with it, “go cry to auntie y/n about it.” As soon as the car starts moving, he smiles more child-like, “I’ve always wanted a race car!”

Haru does as told and runs to wherever you are. Knowing that there’s trouble around, he picks Ren up and goes to the kitchen as well. Like a brat, Haru angrily stomps in and tugs at your clothes, “auntie y/n, your stupid boyfriend won’t give me back my race car!”

You look down at him with furrowed eyebrows, “he’s not my boyfriend! And Sukuna,” you change your line of view to him, “stop being a child and give him back his toy. You should know better.”

Sukuna lifts Ren to get a better hold of him and shrugs innocently, “I’m discipling them.”

This time you cross your arms, “you aren’t their parent; therefore you get no say on how to discipline.”

He likes to challenge you, so he talks back like a smart ass. Sukuna steps further into the kitchen, “I’m their guardian right now, so that means whatever I say goes.” He waves the toy in the air to tease Haru, “if they can’t learn to share the toy and play together then they can’t play at all.”

“The. Toy. Is. Mine.” He gets in Haru’s face and smiles in a cunning way, “am I clear?”

You stop what you’re doing and stare at Sukuna with a bored face, “I didn’t know I was signing up to watch over three brats. Since you also can’t play fair with them, you don’t get the toy either.” You hold your hand out to receive the toy, “hand it over.”

Sukuna scoffs, clearly amused, “no way.”

“Sukuna, give it.”

He hums softly to himself and gives you a mischievous look, “if I give it to you then I’ll just have to find something more interesting to play with.” He steps closer to you, “something like… your kitty?”

You shove Sukuna away from you and continue to make the udon base, “that’s disgusting.”

Ren blinks his big owl eyes at you, “auntie, you have a cat?”

You’re gonna pretend you didn’t hear that. Sukuna on the other hand has other plans as he plays around and nods like he’s talking about something innocent.

“She sure does. It’s pretty and cute… soft and really friendly.”

Ren’s eyes go even wider than they already are and this time Haru clings onto Sukuna’s leg, “can we see?”

Alright, this has gone too far. You turn down the heat and ruffle Haru’s hair, “Sukuna is talking nonsense. I don’t own a cat.” You smile cutely at Ren as well, “he’s talking about my neighbor’s kitten. Now,” you glare at Sukuna again, “give it.”

Sukuna rolls his eyes at you and puts Ren down, “fine.”

When Sukuna is out of sight, you give the toy back and point a stern finger at them, “if you can’t share then I’m taking it away again. Understood?”

Haru looks down but nods his head at you. Same goes for Ren, “yes, auntie.”

“Go have fun.”

Gosh, what a headache. Three brats… really??? Anyway, since the broth is starting to boil, you add in some bonito flakes, turn the heat off and wait for around a minute until the flakes completely sink. After that, you strain it and begin to cut up the rest of the ingredients, even going so far as to add some pork belly. For the curry mix, you combine curry powder, flour, potato starch and water.

You’re done cooking the pork belly and don’t question why Sukuna is suddenly in the kitchen again until he stands right behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. Feeling that it’s too risky, you push him with your elbows, “get off of me.”

Your words fall on deaf ears because Sukuna starts to leave tiny little kisses down your neck and onto your shoulders. You stiffen in his hold as your breath hitches from the tickling sensation, “stop, Sukuna.” You use your elbow again, “not here, my nephews are in the room next door.”

Sukuna’s hands travel down to the waistband of your bottoms and he sighs softly to himself, “they’re busy, come on.” He gives your shoulder another kiss, “let me get a taste.”

You’ve already poured the veggies, pork and broth in so you’re too busy manually removing the foam from the pot to actually fight back, “stop being a pervert and go play with them. I’m making lunch.”

Sukuna’s fingers just dig deeper into your pants while he watches you pour in soy sauce, mirin and sugar, “they’re getting along and playing just fine, I made sure. They won’t even know what’s going on in here.” His right hand cups over your crotch while his middle finger presses down right onto your clit, “don’t you think youthful innocence is just so cute?”

He’s the fucking devil. You’re trying to focus, so you continue to cook, “yes, it is. I’d like to keep it that–” you jump from the sudden sensation of rubbing and try to ignore him as best as you can, “I’d like to keep it that way. Who knows if they’ll walk in and become traumatized because you can’t keep your hands to yourself.”

He smirks onto your shoulder as his fingers become soaked in your arousal. Like the ass that he is, he slips two fingers in and begins to pump in and out at a steady pace, “I just want a taste of dessert. After all,” his other hand slips into your shirt and under your bra, “you were being mean.” His fingers begin to rub and tweak at your hardened nipples, making it hard to concentrate.

Your eyes shut momentarily as you lower the heat to lower to let it simmer and thicken, “how so?”

Sukuna brings his mouth towards your ear and gives it a slow lick, “you took the race car away from me. Now I have nothing left but your kitty to play with.” He places a gentle kiss on the shell of your ear, “let me get a taste.”

“There’s no way in hell.”

After adding the curry mix, you try to push Sukuna away but he holds you firmly and pushes another finger into you, “you’re behind a counter, y/n, and the kids are in the other room. No one will see a thing.”

Just as Ren runs into the kitchen, Sukuna ducks down to be unseen and pulls your bottoms down as well. Ren stands by the entrance, holding up a lego piece he built, “auntie y/n, look! I built a car!”

“Spread your legs.”

Sukuna whispers loud enough just for you to hear. Obviously, you don’t comply. Instead, you make big eyes at Ren and nod, “wow~ Oh-” you cut yourself off when you feel Sukuna spread your legs for your and forces you to stick your ass out so he can get a better angle. He licks a stripe down your cunt from behind like the nasty man that he is. To fix your mistake, you laugh, “that’s so cool, Ren. Just keep playing over there with Haru, okay? Lunch is almost ready.”

By now, Sukuna is greedily tongue-fucking you and you have no choice but to act like nothing is happening. Ren cocks his head, “are you okay, auntie? You’re moving a lot. Where is uncle Sukuna at? I want to show him!”

He’s about to come to you but you hold your hands out at him and stop him, “no, go play in the living room. Sukuna– ngh… he went to the bathroom, I think.” You point behind Ren and smile as best as you can, “go over there and I’ll go get him for you, okay?”

Ren blinks twice before eventually smiling again, “okay! Tell him to hurry so I can show him!”

He’s out as quick as that and all you can do is breathe a sigh of relief. Once you’ve calmed down, you turn back and try to shake him off, “get your tongue out from there, you fucking pervert!”

Sukuna smirks against your cunt and buries himself deeper, chuckling lowly when you bite your own lip to hide your moans. Even if you used all your strength to shove him away, he’s holding you firmly in place with no problem. He can taste your mess, but he continues to kitten lick you through your orgasm.

“Stop,” you sigh out as your legs begin to shake and lose strength. You can barely manage to stand as overstimulation begins to hit and the only thing keeping you standing is Sukuna’s hold.

With one final lick, he swallows your taste and pulls your bottoms back up in one swift move, “oh, shut up. You enjoyed it.” He tidies your clothes up a bit and wraps his arms around your waist again, “I felt your cute little hole clenching.” His lips tickle the back of your neck as he mutters against it, “you were excited, weren’t you?”

“No, I was horrified he was going to discover us like this.”

He rubs his lips against your skin and then pulls away smugly, “I couldn’t help it. You taste so good. I want more.”

Before his hands can wander more, you turn off the heat, unravel yourself from him and go towards the fridge to take the dough out to cut, “later, okay? Stop distracting me.”

You lay out a bunch of flour so the pieces don’t stick together and begin to roll it flat when Sukuna leans over and pokes at it with a pout.

“I just want a kiss, then.”

“A kiss? If I give you one then you’ll shut up and be on your way?”

What an ass. He lingers in your kitchen, does as he wants, watches you cook and doesn’t bother to help at all. After you’ve rolled the dough out enough, you fold it and begin to cut them precisely.

Sukuna flicks the flour from his hand and nods, “yes ma’am.”

Fine, if a kiss will shut him up then so be it. You cup his cheeks with your flour covered hands and give him a soft peck on the lips. It’s nothing romantic at all, but a kiss is a kiss. You pull back from him and look him in the eyes, “happy?”

He looks far from it, lol. Sukuna’s lips twitch into a frown and he clicks his tongue sassily at you, “not a fucking peck. What am I, a kid? Give me a real kiss.”

You look away from him to resume cutting the dough into noodle pieces, “but– mph!”

Sukuna impatiently grabs your chin with one hand and slams his lips down on yours, forcing your mouth open with his tongue. He pushes his tongue against yours and makes sure that you can barely catch your breath before breaking away. Like the dick that he is, he smirks to himself in a proud manner and wipes your lips for you with his thumb, “that’s more like it.”

He wipes the flour off of his own cheeks and then smacks your ass with his left hand, “no take backs. You better serve yourself on a silver platter for me later.”

“I–”

He doesn’t bother to linger any longer as he walks out of the kitchen, “yo, kiddos! What did you want to show me?”

You wipe at your own mouth and scoff in disbelief, “that asshole.”

Ugh! Whatever… You try to forget about the wet mess that you are and boil the noodles so they’re ready to serve.

♡ ♡ ♡

You pour the curry into a small bowl and go out to find them. The first thing you see is Sukuna hogging the race car while Haru clings to his leg as he waits for his turn. Even when you said for him to play nice he’s still being greedy… you smile at the scene anyways and tap your foot on the ground to get their attention. Sukuna’s eyes never leave the car but he responds.

“What?”

You shrug in an obvious way, “where’s Ren?”

“Shit, dunno.”

Really, Sukuna? You groan at him, “you lost him?”

Sukuna’s other hand begins to push at Haru as he tries to pry him off, “he’s not lost, just somewhere else.”

Haru’s little hands clutch onto Sukuna’s pants tighter, “quit it, it’s my turn now.”

“Beat it, kid.”

You’re beginning to lose patience with the two as you speak, “Haru, where’s your brother?”

The kid whips his head around and stares at you with the same big owl-like eyes as Ren. He shrugs his little shoulders, “he left to play by himself.”

Crap. Guess you’ll have to seek him yourself. He shouldn’t be too far, so hopefully you can locate him quickly. Since it’s obvious that he’s not in this area, you go into your room and search. Nope, not there either.

“Ren,” you call out, “it’s time to eat.”

You go upstairs with hasty steps and halt at the top when you see him peacefully building legos by himself. The only thing you’re dreading is the bunch of legos that he dumped out onto the floor, but that’s an issue for later. For now, it’s time to eat.

“Ren,” you say again, “come here.”

He silently stands from where he’s sitting and runs over to you, “wanna play?”

“Maybe later. Here, try this.”

You give him the bowl and make him try the curry.

“Is it spicy? Can you eat it?”

Ren’s chubby cheeks turn a soft shade of pink but he beams at you happily, “it’s yummy.”

“Good!”

You pick him up and carry him down with you while shouting.

“Time to eat!”

Both Haru and Ren line up behind you to get their portion and so does Sukuna. He’s standing there like a big baby waiting to be pampered and coddled, how ridiculous. You start off with Haru and give him his bowl, “walk slowly and go sit at the table over there. Would you like anything specific to drink?”

He lights up like a bulb, “soda!”

“Is that okay with your mom–”

“Ah come on, let the kid have some soda.”

Sukuna’s louder voice cuts through yours and when you turn back to glare at him, he cackles and hides behind his bowl to avoid your gaze. Haru taps your leg and nods eagerly, “yeah, auntie y/n, listen to your boyfriend. I want soda.”

“He’s not my–”

“Let the kid be happy, baby.”

The way Sukuna says it is so cunningly sweet that it irritates your soul… however, there’s a giddy feeling in your stomach from his stupid ass teasing. How is it possible for him to be so carelessly playful all the time? Once Haru gets out of the way, you give Ren his and walk him over to the table. Sukuna scoffs in offense, “aren’t you forgetting about someone?”

“You’re a big boy, Sukuna. You can serve yourself.” You’re speaking to him in the same playful tone he used on you and hide your laugh when he squints pettily.

He makes sure to huff and puff repeatedly when filling his own bowl but it only makes him look like a man-child. “Are you going to offer me a drink too or ignore me again?”

You move to make yourself a bowl as well and tap your cheek, “hmm, don’t you have two feet that work?”

“I have a third leg that wo–”

“Alright, alright, what do you want to drink, asshole.”

He snickers triumphantly, “soda for me, too.”

Clink, clink, clink and clink. You place four cans down on the table and sit across from Sukuna, digging in after everyone has already started. The next hour consists of you watching the three of them play together. Of course, there are moments when you have to step in and tell Sukuna to stop being childish, but he only listens for a few minutes and then goes right back to acting like a kid. Ren is the only one who is laid back, but that’s because he’s occupied with the many other toys Ayumi packed.

“I’ll be right back.”

You go back upstairs and take your sweet time to collect the lego pieces that were dumped. Just how many pieces are included in this set? You crawl over to grab the two buckets and hum to yourself. 2,000 pieces per bucket, wow.

“That’s my car!”

Ren’s voice roars from downstairs and his loud crying follows shortly after. Gosh, Sukuna can’t have the race car so he takes Ren’s? Why can’t he be a bit more responsible? You quickly gather the pieces in bunches and snap the lid back on so you can bring both buckets downstairs with you.

“Sukuna, would you quit acting like a brat?”

Your voice dies down when you see the situation. It wasn’t him that took the car, it was Haru. Sukuna is looking at you with an ‘are you serious right now’ look while cradling Ren in his arms to help console him.

“Oh…”

His frown quickly lifts into a grin as he mocks you, “yeah, oh.”

Embarrassment seeps into you as you walk over to Haru. You hold out your hand and demand for the lego car, “what did I say about playing nice? If you can’t do that, you can’t play at all.”

Haru crosses his arms and frowns at you, “then I’ll tell my mom and dad about your boyfriend!”

“Ouu,” Sukuna bursts out laughing at you and covers his mouth with a fist, “he got you there.”

“You’re not helping the situation, Sukuna. None of this would’ve happened if you had just left when I told you to.”

He bounces Ren in his arms to help lull him, “if I left, you would’ve been stressed trying to take care of them on your own.”

Well, he has a point. Damn him. You feel so defeated today as nothing is going your way… What are you supposed to do? The three of them won’t share the damn race car, Ren is in love with the one he built yet Haru won’t let him have it and even when you told Sukuna to be an adult, he won’t let the kid have the race car to himself.

While you’re blanking out about what to do, Sukuna takes it upon himself to step closer and pull you into an embrace with his other arm, “stressed out?”

“A bit,” you sulk, muttering against his chest.

Haru grimaces at the scene but quickly becomes jealous when he realizes he’s being left out, so he quickly shoves himself between you and hugs Sukuna’s thighs, “I want a hug too! How come you guys are only hugging Ren?!”

Sukuna playfully rolls his eyes, “beat it, kid.” Despite saying that, he releases you and kneels down to pick him up.

“I was just having a bit of fun, y/n. I didn’t mean to stress ya out.”

He tries to make it up to you by puckering his lips for a kiss but you immediately reject it and shoot him down.

“Fine,” he grumbles, “hey kids, how about we all clean up and watch a movie together?”

Ren sniffles, wiping his own tears, “movie?”

“What kind of movie?” Haru adds.

Sukuna moves his head closer to Haru’s and lightly headbutts him, “any kind you want. You just can’t say a word about me being here, okay?”

The kid squints with suspicion and scoffs, “don’t forget about the money you promised.”

He puts them down and digs into his wallet to give them pocket change, “yeah, yeah.”

It’s kind of cute watching them run around the house as they try to tidy things up. Sukuna is barely doing anything to help but it’s the effort that counts and the other two are shoving things in their duffel bag. Since it’s almost four now, you’re curious on how much longer you’ll have to watch them. You would text Ayumi but you’re not sure how serious Hotaru’s condition is, so it might sound insensitive of you to ask how much longer you’ll have to babysit.

So, you guys spent a good few minutes arguing on what to watch since everyone’s preference was different. Sukuna wanted to watch horror but you argued against him since it wouldn’t be appropriate for children to watch, therefore you’ve all settled on Coraline. Sukuna is stuck on the other end of the couch with Haru sitting beside him and then there’s Ren and you. Because he’s a bit scared of the movie, he’s clinging to you and Sukuna is glaring at the poor kid through the corners of his eyes. He’s jealous that you’ve given these kids all of your attention because now he’s left hanging.

They fall asleep halfway through the movie, possibly from food coma and from sitting still for so long. Sukuna turns to look at you with a gentle pout still on his lips, “kids are asleep.”

“What about it?” You whisper back.

He points down at his thighs, “this brat is heavy, and my legs are asleep so let’s move them.”

Aww, Haru looks so cute when he’s not being a smart mouth, almost like Sukuna. You carefully lift Ren up and stand from the couch, “they should be fine in my room again.”

You wait for Sukuna to stand as well and then go towards your room. You’re about to enter, but Sukuna turns and goes in a different direction. “Uh, where are you going?”

He doesn’t even look at you, “putting them in the room upstairs.”

“Why?”

All he does is ignore you, so you have no choice but to follow him up. It’s so weird! It’s weird to see Sukuna with kids. You weren’t used to it last time and you’re not used to it now. He looks too soft… To imagine him as a father is just funny, and with that imagination in mind, you end up laughing a little too loud.

He tucks Haru in first and looks up at you, “what’s so funny?”

“Nothing, just… it’s nothing.” You pull the blanket over Ren and start walking away, “why did you bring Haru up here anyway?”

Big arms snake around your waist, holding you in place, “so they won’t get in my way.” Sukuna releases you, bends down and picks you up bridal style after, “you haven’t paid attention to me all day.”

A giggle leaves your lips at his immaturity, “that’s a lie, I paid attention to you this morning.”

“You left me hanging.”

“Oh, you got me there.”

He leans down and leaves a kiss on the tip of your nose, “now it’s time to make up for it.”

Your smile drops at his statement and you begin to flail in his arms, “Sukuna, no. The kids are still here.” You feel his grip on you tighten so you begin to flail harder, “you can sneak back over later tonight. We can’t do anything here.”

He shuts your door with his foot and throws you onto the bed, “it’ll be fine, y/n. They’re dead asleep.”

This guy… No. You can’t let him have his way right now but Sukuna quickly topples over you, trapping you beneath him. He’s not exactly sitting on you, just hovering above, but he’s a lot heavier than you so no matter how much you try to fight him off he won’t budge.

He smirks down at you, “I hope you realize how loudly you’re laughing. You’ll wake them up if you continue.”

“Good, hopefully they can save me from this horny pervert!”

“Ahh~” he sighs, “a pervert? Me?” He laughs in a cynical way and lowers his face so that his nose almost touches yours, “you might not be wrong~”

There’s so much tension between you two right now as he lays his forehead against yours, “but on a serious note, pay attention to me too.”

Damn, he switches just like that, huh? First he looks all evil and sinister and then he looks all vulnerable and shit. What an absolute ass. You told yourself not to give in, but he just pulls you in like a magnet… you can’t help it.

You tilt your head up first and meet his lips and gosh, they’re hypnotic. The not-so-secretive smiles that play on your lips disappear as you both indulge in each other, mindlessly crossing lines that were long blurred all over again.

Before things escalate, Sukuna separates and pants against your lips, “if you really don’t want to do it, we don’t have to. I’ll wait.”

Fuck it. You’re already horny. You tilt your head upwards again to continue the kiss, granting him permission to continue and you moan softly with excitement each time he grinds against you. Your heads turn at different angles to deepen the kiss while his hands move down to your thighs. Everywhere his hands go, your skin burns. It’s crazy, right?

Sukuna gently lifts your hips up to pull your pants off while his lips move from yours down to your neck, leaving you a panting mess. It’s crazy how his lips leave such soft supple kisses on your skin while his breath tickles your neck.

“Let’s take a look,” Sukuna says as he removes himself from you. He spreads your legs apart and salivates at the mess you’ve made.

Feeling shy, you close your legs again and look away, “don’t look… it’s embarrassing.”

Sukuna shakes his head at you and spreads your legs open again, “it’s cute, doll. Nothing to be embarrassed about, alright?”

He stares at you with such tender eyes before moving down to lick a stripe up your cunt. It sends a shiver down your spine but you’re quickly drowned in bliss when he gets to work. Sukuna’s mouth attaches to your clit and he gently flicks up and down while his hand pumps in and out of your pulsing cunt. There’s a dirty squelching sound that fills your ears and you can feel your stomach tightening up.

Your hands fly down to Sukuna’s head in a panic and you violently grip at his hair but you’re too late. Your legs are already squeezing his head while your back arches from the pleasure and he’s just shamelessly lapping up all your juices like a starved dog.

“Fuck me,” you whisper in the heat of the moment.

Sukuna removes himself from your cunt and crawls back up to tackle you in a wet kiss. He’s letting you taste yourself, that dirty man. His damp fingers move into your shirt and under your bra so he can play with your hardened nipples.

“Shit,” you moan into the kiss at his touch and push him away gently, “hurry, who knows when they’ll wake up.”

He sits up and unbuttons his pants, his boxers damp from precum. It amuses him how you’re always looking at his bulge with such wide eyes. It fits every time, so why do you always look a bit anxious? Sukuna pulls out his dick and pokes at your soaked entrance. He pushes in slowly and muses in the erotic sounds you’re making. Your previous orgasm made it easier for him to slide in, so he begins to move at an easy pace.

You let your hands roam under his shirt, “kiss me, Sukuna.”

He does as you say, leaning back down to lap his tongue over yours. While making out, he quickened his pace, going harder for each thrust. It makes you bounce up and cling to him more, wrapping your legs around his waist. Sukuna grips at the back of your neck to swallow more of you while his other arm wraps under you to press you closer against him. Everything about you drives him insane.

You could feel every inch of him sliding in and out while your breaths and moans got louder and louder. The sound of skin slapping and the smell of sex began to fill the air but you were too intoxicated on sex to care. It just felt too good. Everything felt too good with Sukuna.

He grunts harshly while a sheen layer of sweat begins to build up, “baby.”

You don’t hear him. You’re too distracted with your own pleasure.

Sukuna pinches your nipple to get your attention. “Baby,” he calls again.

This time you open your hazy eyes and look up at him, “yeah?”

Shit. You didn’t make a face at the name he called you. Now he’s even harder. Initially, he planned to pull out and finish on your stomach, but you just pull him back in each time. Sukuna grabs both of your wrists and pulls you up off the bed.

“Turn around. Face down, ass up.”

You submissively do as he says and get into the position he asked. He lines himself up with you again and slams right in, earning a loud moan from you. “Fuck,” he mutters, “you’re swallowing me up.”

His hands grip your waist and he begins to pull you back and forth while his hips snap into you violently. He’s burning with desire, just on the edge of cumming. “I’m gonna cum,” Sukuna says as he begins to slow down his pace.

Too drunk on sex, you push your ass out towards him, “in me…”

Do you realize what you’re saying? As much as he would like to, he’s not wearing a condom and the possibility of you getting pregnant would cause problems, so he chuckles and leans forward to press sensual kisses down your back, “baby, did seeing me around kids give you a funny idea? Hmm?”

No answer… You’re a drooling mess with your tongue lolled out. There’s a pool of saliva seeping down on your sheets but Sukuna doesn’t need to know that.

Sukuna grins at your silence and moves closer to turn your head towards him. Hungry lips devour you and you’re left kissing him back like the horny mess you are, moaning uncontrollably. You release first, flinching with sensitivity as his dick continuously rubs up inside of you.

“Shit!”

Sukuna quickly pulls away from the kiss and pulls out of you while his cum spurts onto your ass and back. When the high finally dies down and you both catch your breaths, he flips you onto your back and presses cute tiny kisses on your cheeks and lips, “sorry, I made a mess on you.”

“That’s okay,” you softly pant, “guess we both needed that.”

“Let me help you change.”

Before you can argue back, he walks to your dresser and digs around for a bit. While he’s doing that, you use your old undies to wipe his mess off your back.

When Sukuna finds what looks like comfortable enough undies and a pair of sweats, he comes right back to you. There’s a glow on his face as he smiles gently, putting your legs through the holes and dressing your bottom half. He pulls you to sit up, “are you okay? Did I go too hard?”

“No, it was perfect. Promise.”

You jump off the bed and kiss his sweaty forehead, “you’re the devil, Sukuna. Such a tempter.”

He shrugs in a nonchalant way, “you like it, don’t lie.”

Damn, he’s got a point… again. You fan yourself and walk towards the door, “I’m gonna make sure they kids didn’t hear us…”

“Have fun~”

You look over your shoulder with a playful smile, “go home, okay? I don’t wanna get in trouble later. If you like me as much as you say you do, you’ll listen and spare me some punishment.”

@Lucyrocks86 @mykyoon @hxlalokidottir @wo-ming-bai @adoraspace @yourusernames @raviolixxx @blackjanexx

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igbylicious · 5 months ago

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Hey might have accidently sent an ask prematurely ahem not at all embarrassing but you already know I'm writing this at an extremely late time welp this was always bound to happen (T.T) As I was saying... I bow at your brilliance, honestly. You did so well with yet another chapter of what I hope is a never-ending fic at this point because these chapters drops hype me up more than you could know.

HE'S THEIR SANNIE IM GOING TO BURST HOW DARE YOU DO THIS TO MY POOR HEART. Also, I can't blame the reader for simping it's the san effect, really. And woo, the precious boy was doing so well. I just got so emo over it FOR NO REASON. well, the reason was because san was getting emo about it, and AS AN EMPATH- *gun shot noises*

I digress, weird sense of humour humor aside, I truly truly can't express how this chapter changed smth in my brain chemistry. I also love whenever we get mentions of reader having a ~body~ a very well loved one too!!

I'm wondering how much the fic changed from the original plan since you keep adding chapters. Like, was this play session already what you envisioned when you started your plan to write this? It's been truly so much fun to watch it evolve. Do the characters in your head influence the chapters, or do you just get inspiration and feel like it would fit them?? Also, do you ever feel tempted to write from woosan's pov?? Idk I'd like a tour of their minds too. I swear I can just keep pelting you with questions like this till my own fingers wear down from typing. I hope your pillow is always cool on both sides and for you to have a lovely day/night/week/month/LIFE. you deserve it!! 💚💚💚💚

lol dw abt the double ask! (≧◡≦) ♡ and sorry abt the tears and the extra laundry asdjkdaskjadsjk i am frantically handing you tissues (sorry i just hate doing laundry so much asdkjdaskj you’re on your own for that one 🙏)

NO BUT THE SAN SIMP EFFECT IS SO REAL 〒▽〒

Reader: hmm am i feeling a lil bratty today maybe? (¬‿¬ ) San:

Reader: …nevermind 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

(tho tbf there are ALSO plenty of San pics that make me want to misbehave real bad lol. the man’s got the range ♨_♨)

Woo was absolute best boi!!! listen i gotchu i get emo abt him too he just takes it all like a fucking champ and he trusts San SO much („ಡωಡ„)

omg putting the answers to your questions under a cut bc it got kinda long oop <_< tysm for giving me a ramble excuse!!! (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)

the basic scenario of reader and Wooyoung being tied up together is pretty similar to what i originally planned; but the *mood* of the scene is very different

when i first outlined the story, there was no non-sexual bondage; instead i had a vague idea abt Wooyoung still feeling guilty abt overstepping, and that he wanted to work out that guilt through bdsm.

so i had thoughts abt focusing the scene on San paying a lot of attention to reader while Wooyoung gets completely ignored as punishment — and he wouldn’t have permission to cum until she decided he deserved to uwu

but smth abt it all didn’t sit right w/ me from early on, and while writing the Woo/reader lunchdate i realised that she would 100% be uncomfortable w/ being used to punish Woo in *this* specific scenario since she has her own guilt abt that! (also; i felt like this’d be at a stage of their relationship that you gotta talk through some stuff, not fuck through it lol) so i pivoted, added the non-sexual bondage, and it turned into this!

(but if you feel robbed of some spicy moments now; no worries! Woo needing reader’s permission to cum & San ignoring Woo while he fucks the reader have been incorporated in the plans for different chapters (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧)

whether the characters influence the chapters; yes to some extent!

i really am a plantser at heart; i need to know where a fic is going & i need a few solid anchor points between beginning and end; but i also really need empty space to fill up details as i go along, which is usually influenced by what feels ‘right’ for the characters ♡

like; i knew from day 1 that Woo was going to break the no kissing rule, and i knew it would lead to a ‘conflict’ that’d end up strengthening their relationship, but i figured out the exact details along the way (again the their lunchdate did a lot of heavy lifting! writing that scene solidified SO MUCH for me abt Woo & reader’s deal)

now, abt Woosan pov…

the next chapter actually opens w/ San! (but um… you might not thank me for that >_>) i want to do a Woo pov somewhere too, which *might* also happen in the next chapter, but i’m still kindof feeling out what the best spot is ^^

(also i have like half a prequel drabble written down abt the first time Woo brought San flowers home from work (◕‿◕✿) i’m obv focused on the main story for now, but i’d love to finish that after the fic itself is done ^^)

ahhhhhhhhhhh sincerely thankyousomuch for all the amazingly sweet words and for letting me ramble!!! it’s fun to talk abt the ‘behind the scenes’ so to speak hehe („• ֊ •„)

#igby’s inbox #whiway #theoreticallymad

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agaypanic · 2 years ago

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This might be kind of a weird request but could you please write a Stanley Barber X reader with the reader being a kickboxer?

Kickbox (Stanley Barber X Reader)

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Summary: After her boyfriend takes a beating from a school jock, Y/n teaches Stanley how to kickbox.

A/N: I know nothing about kickboxing but i tried lol

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The day’s final bell rang, and everyone rushed out of class. Y/n went to her locker to wait for her boyfriend, local dealer, Stanley Barber. They had planned to go to his house after school to listen to records, watch moves, and smoke. But Y/n noticed that Stanley was a little late. It always took him two minutes to reach her locker after she did, but she had been waiting for five minutes. There were no texts from him, which worried her.

Y/n started to walk towards the door to go outside. Maybe he forgot they were meeting at her locker before going to his car. She wasn’t too convinced about that theory, considering their meeting at her locker after school was part of their daily routine.

“Stan?” She called out, seeing him stand by his car, back to her. He turned around, and she picked up speed, seeing red on his face. “Oh my god, Stanny, what the fuck happened?”

His face was somewhat bloody and starting to bruise. Blood was dripping from his nose, he had a cut lip, and his eye was red from impact.

“Brad.” He mumbled. That made her blood boil. Since Dina had broken up with him after Syd told her he cheated on her, he’s been an absolute menace to Syd and her friends. But the one who got the worst treatment was Stan.

“That fucking asshole,” Y/n grumbled, staring at Stan’s battered face. “Let’s go home and get you cleaned up, Baby.” She insisted on driving, not trusting Stan’s ability to do so. When they got to his house, they went to the basement, which was entirely Stan’s. She sat him down on his little couch and went to the bathroom to get a damp washcloth. She could hear Bloodwitch, his favorite band, start to play as she walked out and over to him.

“It’s gonna sting.” She warned, but he already knew that. This was the first time he had taken a beating. He wasn’t necessarily popular at school. Plus, during the rare occurrence that he was around, his dad was never the nicest person. He barely flinched when she started dabbing the now-dried blood away.

Y/n didn’t feel the need to ask her boyfriend how he got into this situation in the first place. She felt that there was a good chance that Brad had done it completely unprovoked. Besides, she didn’t want to upset the boy any further, no matter how fine he tried to seem.

When his face was as clean as she could get it, she threw the washcloth in the laundry basket, turned down the volume on the record player, and settled back onto the couch. Y/n turned on the TV as Stan leaned against her, using her as a pillow. They settled on some random movie, not really paying attention to it.

“I wish you were there.” Stan’s voice was muffled, face hiding in the crook of her neck. Y/n gently scratched his scalp as he continued. “You’re such a badass; you would’ve kicked his ass with all your kickbox moves and stuff.” Y/n giggled at the compliment.

“If you want, I could show you some moves.” She suggested. The boy picked his head up, smiling as best he could with a cut on his lower lip.

“Hell yeah!” She mirrored his expression.

“We’ll start tomorrow. Today, you rest.”

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“When do I get to do the cool stuff?” Stan asked excitedly, sifting through his collection of records to try to set the mood for the day.

“Soon, Stannie. You gotta learn the basics first.” Y/n smiled, moving his couch back so they’d have more room. The closest facility she could teach him to kickbox at was in a neighboring town, and the two wanted to stay at Stan’s house for the weekend.

After he got a record going, Stan skipped over to his girlfriend.

“Do you wanna do kicks or punches first?” She asked.

“Kicks!” To prove his point, the boy started doing different forms of kicks. Y/n laughed at his antics.

“Okay, karate kid, let’s get started.”

Over the next few hours, Y/n showed Stan different kicks, punches, and ways to block. His form wasn’t the best considering it was his first day, but he was a fast learner.

“Do you think I’ll be ready to take Brad in a fight by Monday?” He asked, practicing kicks on a pillow Y/n held in front of her.

“Slow your roll, babe.” She laughed. “You’ve been doing this for 4 hours; Brad’s been kicking people’s asses for years.”

That didn’t stop Stan from confronting Brad after school on Monday. Y/n got to the scene when Brad started to walk away from Stan, who was trying to catch his breath. Anger got the best of her. She dropped her backpack by her boyfriend and followed after the jock.

“Hey, Brad!” She yelled. He turned around, seemingly disinterested. His expression changed when she threw a hook punch, making him stumble. The boy hissed in pain, and Y/n suddenly remembered that her hand was decorated with rings. He lifted his head to show a shallow cut on his red cheek.

“I’m gonna fucking get you for that, L/n.” He hissed.

“I’d love to see you try,” Y/n responded, returning to her boyfriend. She grabbed her backpack and his hand, dragging him to his car.

“Thanks, my knight in shining armor.” She couldn’t help but smile at the nickname as Stan kissed her cheek in thanks.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” Y/n paused, looking at his face. He was starting to get a black eye that matched the one he got the other day. “Again.”

“I got him good in the beginning!” Stan tried to grin. “Kicked him in the stomach before he started beating the shit out of me.”

#stanley barber #stanley barber x reader #i am not okay with this #ianowt #agaypanic

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toinfinitywinning · 9 months ago

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Moments and massive revelations —the really special realm of Hell.

Stubbornness. Pain. Lament. Jealousy. No Confidence but w/ a good selfie smile b/c ur Dog can’t take pictures, & no stick b/c u Def picked the wrong one or something. I say similar thoughts a lot…and w/ teardrops on my guitar …so I’m paying close attention. This stuff is dangersome.

Okay. I’ll just make a list.

Growth and learning during:

- humility. throw your Pride out the Door-you will need help.

- regardless of the wrong’s you righted before getting sick. They’re still achievements, but they’re not realized. So then you think was it worth it? Yes, but is it too much to ask to bask in it for just a bit? I mean I am talking multiple, major Life changes. Ha—here’s COVID-19. After that you better be in for the Long-Haul too ‘cuz…

- appreciation for the very minute of things we do in a Day. Getting the mail is difficult for me. Brushing my teeth —out of breath so have to incorporate breaks to breathe Right.

- there are more people Who care about you than you ever knew. It’s not just b/c you’re going through this, people just may be more Vocal. Makes complete sense but took me a bit to get there.

- you will want to throw something, scream into a pillow, drown in self pity —some of which you think you don’t deserve or are allowed. Do it anyway. Safely.

- some days u just gotta laugh. I mean fr b/c u can’t even cry. And things R absurd LOL

- regardless of your spiritual Life or beliefs. You’re gonna be angry at the God or State of mind supposed to save you and take it all away. Then realize that’s not at all the point. We’re not puppets. Think of how dull Life would be w/o the ecstasy from an achievement or how mundane if we didn’t have anything to have Faith in or Hope for or Love or forgive. That’s why we’re not born in Heaven maybe. We have to try first. I don’t want to be a Lazarus. I wanna fight. And we may never know an answer or reason to any of it. That’s gonna take a lifetime to settle b/c there is no rationality to be had.

- I do not mean this to pettifog. You actually do find out Who comes through for you. That old country song line.

- it’s possible to have a Good Day even full of Pain and Discomfort but u kinda have to make yourself and accept its potential consequence for participating.

- the little things aren’t little anymore. You envy people Who can do normal things. Things you used to do without a problem in the world.

- I’ve had to do a lot of fixing in my Life. This may not be perfectly fixed. We don’t have a Choice but to either live with it as a strength and inspiration or stay negative and pouty about what once was. Even tho you have every reason to.

- you will learn so much about yourself. So much. And most things I’ve learned have been new revelations. May have always been there but there to manifest as needed. It’s not all great but I’m not the same person just a few more grayish hairs.

- you will experience numbness. You can sit with it & pull your compression socks down for a bit, b/c this is something no one deserves. You just can’t live there.

- patience. You will never have to try harder. Hyper, hyper sensitivity.

- a journey to healing IF ever realized will be the hardest job you’ve ever had to do. More overtime than you can be paid. And u didn’t even interview. In a material result and no result world it’s disconcerting not to “get anything back”

- you’ll think back about previous hard times. How in that moment life was the worst it could ever be. How much time do u have lol. Next bad thing, ugh so much harder. And while all of this is very true, and all real, i will tell you that to know true strength is to come into any light possible while wielding off not just the physical, but all the emotions of the rainbow and mind. This even is a choice. People complimented you about your strength and are inspired by your determination to think u can. Girl were we wrong...you can make all the ��Right” choices and healthy habits and still get punked over and over by Kevin McCalister. When I appreciate people now I try to take their “all” of them. Who are they in that moment. It is a different Life. And anyone else’s journey? Maybe I’ll be lucky enough to witness triumph b/c of how many obstacles went unseen. Yet they made it.

- the only person allowed to say “it could be worse” is you. Period. To be otherwise feels a bit like a competition. We, going through it, already know that. I have the same complaint when it feels like some people or orgs compete for who’s ‘wokest’? B/c if that’s why we’re / I’m doing how disingenuous.

- when words/phrases like holiday or vacation or lets Go out give you more Anxiety and worsen your Physical Health—that’s when you know your Life has done a 180. Especially if those were the times you lived for. This hard Truth and reality is one of the hardest for me. I already had Anxiety about unpacking after vacation before I packed in the first place but whether or not waiting until you really have to Go to the bathroom so u can (while you’re up) also get some water is just something I would have thought before as one of the dumbest things I’d ever heard. And how cruel is that knowing what I know and feel now.

- Life is not a give and take like we want it to be. If that were the Case I’m not positive we’d ever know what healing or getting better really means. Not only that—you may give more than any other, and nothing. You may see the best doctors and access to all the Meds and tests put forward. Nothing. Pretty soon things are hollow and harrowing. Kind of like the celebrities Who swear that money does not make you happy. It’s like a bandaid that doesn’t stay on in the shower, the ones at Doc offices u get after shots. With mickey on them.

- I think joy is like a preventative medicine. When you practice taking it, You save it up and changes you. Like any of my tattoos, there’s gotta be a story there or something meaningful even if your answer starts off, “well spring break senior year we were…’ you get it. Hangover 1-3 movies. HappYness fleets around. More drug like. Addictive really. Impulsive. Every big chain company’s biggest threat if they can get us hooked. You just got swindled. Ha and to Go a bit more political—people know this scheme is pyramid like and use sneaky ways to have Power over you. Goodness I’m not trying to make this sound like a happy cult but there’s just Def a difference.

- you are exhausted mind body and Soul and regardless of consequence you have to choose some times to be present b/c for me I don’t want to Miss out on vacations and holiday’s. But it is an hourly debate. But I can’t just sit there every significant interaction.

- you’re tired. You’ve been strong, resilient, ppl tell you and u appreciate it. But I get tired of having to stay strong. It’s just so overwhelming and for me especially b/c “I can do it alone.” I’ve failed at that a few times.

- you’ll notice things you never have before. Suddenly they mean something like whether u can drive to get Food.

- being a bit redundant but part of stewardship on my End is allowing the help. Someone WANTS to do something for you for THEIR spiritual needs. Not in a vain type of Way. Let them. We’ve all been on the other side.

- you will experience a full range of emotions. Address them separately. Ppl still might look up to you.

- you’ll wanna give up. Don’t. Maybe your continuing going on is the stewardship someone recognizes in themselves. Idk. Pay it forward?

- lastly. YOU don’t KNOW everything. Karma could very well be your best friend, but that line of thinking is non productive and will only take u so far before you’re complaining re something else. B/c regardless of what I’ve done, —and given its timing you learn a karma hostage relationship is something easier holding on to than facing it. Just deflect.

That’s okay. When ready move on to the New Testament. I’m not fully there. But, I have to think the puppet analogy doesn’t apply here too. Shit happens. Ask that dude running with Forrest with a tshirt company dream that died and some dog shizz. Just control what you can. Easier said than done. Thats why when we do overcome—it means more. It’s engrained. Forever inevitable if you can continue to separate the wheat from the chaff. Card Game of Bullshit.

- ppl at some point think you’re being dramatic and begging for attention as if any more attention is what would heal us

- comments like you look Good or sound fine fall deaf. Well So do ppl Right before they kill themselves. Anymore how u look doesn’t have Shit of a correlation

- you’ll get on ppl’s nerves

- you’ll be resented and questioned how sick u really are. Trust me faking —that’s the last Fucking thing on our minds.

- I don’t need to explain anything

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storiesofsvu · 2 years ago

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Hey hey, another Thursday!

Starting off with OC, ive seen the promo pics and tbh, im excited.

Jet looking amazing in green.

That was the WOOORST job putting a necklace on EVER. Like, not only was it over the hair, but it was not properly lined up for the reveal…

Just casually walking around the streets of nyc with a severed hand.. nbd

Are you seriously telling me that dog devoured that hand in that little time, bones and all?

How and why is it that these hardened career criminals always fall so fucking hard and fast for the UC cop!?? Like, you should have your guard up a little bit shouldn’t you??

Okay, so…. Can we talk about ayanna’s nails for a hot second? She clearly a pillow princess with those claws… LOL

THANK YOU JET. THANK YOU for fucking calling out that stabler has done SO much worse than KISS someone while UC.

Man this whole sending an agent cop into the field UC to be the romantic interest of a perp/mob/mafia and the cop ends up crossing a line or two, fucking things up and falling for said perp… all while the guy playing Doyle is the main mob boss?? Hmm… this is a little too familiar, like even jet’s wig…

Is she faking this?? Okay, yes, she is. Called that.

This ep is super Ayanna jet heavy and im LOVING it thank fucking god

Also loving ayanna’s apt

Okay the wig coming off would not be that big of a deal in today’s day and age, tons of girls wear wigs all the fucking time. ALSO, why was it not wigcapped, pinned down and secured??

Welp. Cant say im not surprised by the ending. But I am glad that jet’s getting to do more.

As of right now I am paying ZERO attention to mothership. We’ll see if that changes when sam pops up or not.

Okay, the black & tan number Samantha has on close to the end? It looks like it’s a two piece outfit with her midriff hanging out… good job wardrobe…

Ooo..od’d… yeah… called that…, also Nolan that was some of the worst cpr compressions ive ever seen on tv.. cmon

OKAY. Paying attention now!

We REALLY had to watch that machete attack again!?? WHY

Jfc that opening…did we have to go that graphic?? Is this gonna continue to be a new thing?

I cant figure out if they’re trying to test out muncy/Velasco with the fandom and see what way we go, or of they’re teasing the relationship, or if they’re just playing on the brother/sister vibes, because all im getting is muncy being a brat, which is accurate. Also that scene would’ve been a lot less awkward if there was any kind of background noises/music, like when there’s elevator dings on grey’s, you know what im saying?

Loving the purple on Velasco tho

“you wanna keep a stray puppy?” “you got to keep one!” LOL

So bruno’s here to stay?

#1: wtf is this bucket hat.

#2: why is it pulled down so far over her eyes?

Bro those crutches are way too short for this dude

“A funk?” carisi then gives the “who’s this guy” look to liv. LOL.

Man the writing this ep is great.

I appreciate that we’re getting more into muncy’s personality aside from being a lil teasing brat, like, there’s gotta be a lot of grief in there, knowing that her mom died and im pretty sure it was when grace was young, so she’s probably been bottling shit up since then. Also still and always really hoping that they don’t push her & Velasco, let the brother sister bestie vibes win please.

Glad we’re getting lots of muncy this week

Bruno is growing on me….

“sometimes though it’s hard to make a u-turn” IS THAT THE ONLY FOLLOW UP WERE GONNA GET?! (I say that as someone who is 100000000% NOT an eo shipper, but I do think it’s strange that *that* happened last week and like, fin didn’t even ask how noah’s drive back to the city was kinda thing. Yeah, sure there was enough going on in both episodes, but like, there was literally ZERO follow up to everything. Jeeze.)

Joe looking hella cute in that toque

Man this just keeps getting worse…

Okay… hold up.. grace says “a great one” about Velasco being a liar and liv just flies right passed it AS IF THEY ALL DIDN’T FIRST MEET HIM WHEN HE WAS UC AND NONE OF THEM BELIEVED HIM. Like homeboy WAS working majorly UC for how long??

Though we DO know a tidbit about his previous gang involvement… so I honestly don’t know what direction theyre taking this… it’ll be interesting to see.

#law and order #law and order special victims unit #law and order organized crime #spoilers #law and order spoilers #svu #law and order svu #svu spoilers #law and order svu spoilers #weekly recap #live watching #live posting

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mycelliumgoth · 2 years ago

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today has been wild i have felt soo much emotion and empathy. for crying kids, for mate’s large pet bird in a small cage, for my friend in serious fatigue from staying up all night, for an “i love you grandma” mug in vinnies. i haven’t felt empathy over these small things in a while, the way i remember it. then again i don’t document these feelings too much, but im trying to change that. ollie and zac and i went to tuggeranong rapids yesterday for photos and then ended up fucking around til past midnight waiting for a dealer for ollie and ended up going to his and staying there the whole night, pulling an all nighter. ollie taught me how to play poker and i beat him! so i got to wear his doof pants and zac played overwatch almost all night but we went for a walk and watched The Italian Job (1969) and tried to build a pillow fort and did a lot of pillow and regular fighting over the long couch (like siblings) and oh also we had dinner at manoosh pizzeria. and we went to go watch the sunrise and it was just ollie and i at first taking photos then zac came up the hill because he couldn’t sleep and we were all in awe of the sunset and we took selfies (i’ll include) and then ollie and zac started trying to whip each other and i got shots of the epic duel that ensued (the photos are so cool they look like battle paintings they’re so dynamic) and zac and i played jenga while ollie made crepes and bacon for breakfast (bacon cooked in worcestershire sauce is a sin). and then we stayed a while at home and i talked a fair bit with ollie’s mum and then we left and walked to mine where i changed and we walked jessie and then we walked to tuggers and sent zac home because he couldn’t even walk straight and we were seriously concerned about his well-being lol. then ollie and i went to vinnies and then went to kambah and met zac at declan’s house (where i met the bird) because declan had a bit of bud so we had 2 min noodles and listened to the metal and then put on south park and declan started showing concert videos but everyone else was zooted so i was the only one showing interest and i watched them for what felt like 20 minutes while he mumbled along to all the songs and i kept coming up with things to remark on. i didn’t think he cared much since he was so fried but immediately after that he started paying 100% more attention to me, whereas before he’d barely acknowledged me before. suddenly he was asking me what i said when i was mumbling to myself, looking always to me wherever i was in the room, interrupting ollie to ask me questions. i thought it was going to be harder to get his respect/acknowledgement but i guess it makes sense, everyone want to feel seen. im on a sweaty walk back home from tuggeranong right now, i left declan’s to take care of jessie since MUMS GOING TO SEE HARRY STYLES RIGHT NOW! she’s been and is so stressed im so worried about her she’s just left for sydney and she’s going to miss part of the concert apparently. home now! ollie, zac and i are planning on going to enlighten tonight, hopefully they’ll be able to pickup before i meet them. anywho - gotta get busy now.

much love, mercy x

#upl #journals #txt

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dilfwaynes · 3 years ago

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“they’re gonna catch us—” with wanda ? if youre still doing the blurb thing if not no worries :)

bundle night is open !!

⚢ pairings ; wanda maximoff x fem!reader

✗ warnings ; smut, strap-on use, degradation and praise kink, wanda fucking the reader in her childhood bedroom lol

a/n: kinda went off with this one but i hope u enjoy it anon. no regrets tbh i want her so bad

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“they’re gonna catch us,” you bite your lip holding back a moan at the contact of wanda’s cold fingers brushing at the back of your thighs under your oversized rolling stones shirt. she quietly laughs, griping your ass and squeezing, hard.

“let them,” she mutters back, pushing herself more into you as she leaves open mouth kisses on your neck. you tangle your hand in her darken red hair, mentally rolling your eyes at her faux nonchalance; everyone knew your dad hated wanda and she very much was supposed to be couch bounded on the small trip on visiting your family.”besides, weren’t you the same one fighting with daddy to let me sleep in the same bed as you?”

you sigh out feeling her warm tongue lick the fresh mark she drew from your skin, pushing her farther into you, pinning her body against yourd and the twin bed,”maybe he was right, the bed is small and shaky.” you hush out, quiet in fear you’ll wake your family.

“i’ll make it shake alright,” she murmurs, shifting to stand on her knees to peel her tshirt off and quickly make time to grab the strap she packed in her suitcase, placing it around her hips as you watch her with hooded eyes

“these gotta go malysh,” she practically rips the lace in half when pulling down to your legs and throwing them somewhere across the room, her nimble fingers making fast work through your silt, dipping inside you, enjoying your mewls

“you have to be quiet sweet girl unless you want your dad coming in here and see me fucking his little girl,”she mocks, a cocky grin plastered on her face. the strap bumps your entrance, you were already so sensitive and needy you couldn’t keep in the moan from spilling out. rising an eyebrow amused she continues on,”or maybe that’s what you want? is that why you wanted me to sleep with you in what, what did you say? this little shaky bed? to have me tear your needy pussy? i’ll fucking break this bed, and your back while i’m at it. maybe that’ll shut your dad up for once.”

you let out a quiet whine at her words, her strap pushing in you so deliciously, the tip poking out at your stomach. her hands on your hips to help slide herself into you, your nails digging in her back. throwing your head back against your pillows with the pleasure seeping with wanda snapping her hips upwards, burying her face in your neck, her thrusts building up. your bed starts to shake already with your headboard hitting the wall, though it’s nagging at the back of your head you pay no attention, just clawing at wanda’s back with each pound she fucks you with, your hips already blue with a handprint.

”maybe that’s what he needs to see though,” she chuckles, slamming the cock into you, each snap of her hips has your head banging slightly against the already shaking headboard.”his daughter getting her brains fucked out to take off the rose tinted glasses and see how much of a whore you are, that’ll finally shut him up.” she grunts, reaching up and grabbing the headboard to give her the advantage to thrust into you deeper, the muscles flexing under your hold.

“fuck baby you’re so hot, you’re gonna make me cum, go harder.” you cry out, digging and digging into her back, feeling the warm draw of blood on the pads of your fingers. she hauls for a moment, and you almost complain until she jitters out a few thrusts, the cock brushing angling right in your g-spot. you quickly bite down on her shoulder to stop yourself from screaming, a blur of white washing over you with the coil of your stomach snapping. your eyes rolling to the back of your head, wanda still fucking you through your orgasm.

slowing down and just dragging the to brush your walls lightly, your breathing heavy and heart pounding against wanda, her body trapped to yours. she softly tucks some hair behind your hair, withdrawing her hands from gripping your headboard, giggling at your fucked up state. leaning down and kissing you.

“maximoff i swear to god if those sounds are what i think they are, and if you’re not out of that room by the account of three, you’re done girl!” her face curls into a smirk slightly, ignoring your whine at her pull out of the strap-on and discarding it back in her suitcase. sloppily giving you a kiss before throwing her pants and shirt on at hearing the heavy steps of your father coming.

you laugh breathless at wanda rushing out of the room and back to the couch, falling your head back onto the pillows

she definitely did make your bed shake alright.

#wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff imagines #wanda maximoff smut #wanda x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff smut #wanda smut #wlw headcanons #wlw imagines

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asrealasadonut · 2 years ago

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This must be the place

Gif by @karamelcoveredolicity the real mvp of this fandom especially the Sebastian kydd stans.

Warnings: age gap relationship, brief drug use, kissing, (idk how to write physical intimacy can you tell) swearing, grammar and spelling mistakes

Author’s note: Fuck it imma just post this not fully realized Sebastian/oc fic because I refuse to work on it anymore lol

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Summary: Rosie West experienced her first real heartbreak when she was 14. He was the most beautiful boy she'd ever seen. His name was Sebastain Kydd.

It was 1985. Rosie West was the shy younger sister of Top athlete and straight A student, Thomas West. In contrast to her brother, she didn't have many friends. She just went to school and went home.

Her older brother, Thomas walks her home everyday. People at her strict catholic school never paid attention to her, especially boys. It's not that she wanted a boyfriend at that age but, if you paid attention, everyone else had one.

She usually went to her school’s library to avoid any unwanted attention. In the corner of her eye she would see girls and their boyfriends of the week sneak behind bookshelves. They just couldn’t keep their hands off of eachother. She looked away and rolled her brown eyes, holding her book tighter. It was like Rosie couldn't escape it. But deep down, she felt that she was missing out.

One day after school she walked through her favorite place, the video store. She spent most weekends here, renting every movie from the 50s over again until the employees were sick of her hogging the only copy of East of Eden.

She was minding her business when she laid her eyes on a very tall boy that she'd never seen before. He walked in. Blue Jeans. White shirt. Golden blonde hair pushed back. He looked just like James Dean with his pouty lips and his big shiny blue eyes. She couldn’t believe how beautiful he was.

Before she knew it she was following the tall boy. She tried to casually walk down the same aisles he was. When he went to the horror section, so did she.

The boy eventually caught on to the younger girl close behind him and decided to speak to her.

“Hi.”

Her eyes went wide. She didn’t think he could actually see her. She thought she was being subtle and mysterious.

“Hello.” She squeaked back.

All she could do was stare at him.

She fumbled with the vhs in her hands turning the cover over to the front. The blonde boy took notice.

“Rebel without a cause”

“Huh?”

“The movie.”

He points at the tape.

She looks at her hands.

“Oh right!”

She nervously laughed

“I like stuff from the 50s.”

He nods.

“That’s cool.”

He runs a hand through his hair.

His casual gaze was setting her on fire. She had to leave the store and go home and scream in her pillow about this boy giving her attention.

“Gotta go… pay for this.”

He nods, still holding her gaze. The 14 year old girl was stuck frozen in place.

“Okay, bye.”

She quickly snapped out of the trance that big had her in and walked towards the cashier.

She quickly paid the renting fee for the movie and walked out of the store.

The cool air hit her face and eased her racing mind. Who was that guy?? Boys like that don’t just appear out of thin air! It felt unreal like he was a gift from the angels above. Taking pity on a poor teenage girl by creating the boy of her dreams.

A few days passed and it was Friday. The day that mom let Thomas bring all his annoyingly loud jock friends over to the house. Even with her door closed she could hear everything! Thomas could only bring his friends around after school if Rosie stayed up in her room. It was the only way their mother would allow it. This didn't stop the curious 14 year old from spying on whatever they were doing in the living room. Older boys scared her. They were louder and taller and somehow more annoying than the ones at her school.

She peeked out to the living room where the boys were. She overheard her brother talk to the blond boy she saw at the video store!

They were talking and laughing. Thomas rummaging through the kitchen for snacks.

“Hey Tom. Where's your bathroom?” The boy ran his hand through his blonde locks. He sighed.

“Around the corner Down the hall.”

“Thanks.”

He looked tired.

He took his leather jacket off and laid it on the couch.

“God he’s so perfect!” She thought to herself. Her breath hitched in her throat.

He made his way towards the door frame she was standing near. Peeking at him. He squinted slightly. He slowly realized he’s seen her before.

“Oh hey.”

She looked up at him, deciding to be silent. Rosie ddint know what to do with her hands or body. The cute boy from the video store was in her house looking at her.

“Rosie!” She heard her brother say.

She snuck back behind her hiding place.

“Alright I'm going!” she hollers back.

She flashes the blond boy an awkward smile before she dragged herself to her room.

Rosie's bed room was only one door down from the bathroom. She left it open just a crack so she could hear if Thmas wanted something or if her mother came home early.

She was sitting on the floor listening to her michael jackson cassette. She bopped her head to the song when she looked up and saw the blond boy poking his head through her door. He lifted his hand to wave at her.

She quickly slid her headphones off her scalp.

“Hi, you must be Rosie.”

Her heart was pounding.

“Yeah, hi.”

“I think we met before? At the video store right?”

She managed to nod her head.

“He’s just a boy Rosie, chill out.”

She thought to herself. Yeah. A boy who cared to recognize her!

“Shouldn't you be with my brother?”

He shakes his head and leans up against her door frame.

“I was on my way out actually. Just wanted to say hi. I'm Sebastain by the way.”

He told her that Thomas was one of the first people to befriend him at their school. Thomas was so friendly and easy to talk to. It was something Rosie envied. A friend of her brothers actually caring enough to talk to her?? Surreal.

He came around the house more and more. Instead of hanging with Thomas, he’d hang on the doorframe to Rosie’s room and chat about whatever.

Sebastian was different from any other boy she had ever met. He had a genuine gentleness. It was in his big blue eyes. Most of Thomas's friends ignored her, but not Sebastian. He always asked how she was doing, trying to make her comfortable.

Just simple small talk. Nodding like he was interested in the things she had to say. It was like he could tell how lonely she was. Being so shy, it was hard for Rosie to be the one to start conversations, but it felt so easy with the tall boy.

One afternoon after school, she entered the diner alone. Usually her brother would meet her there and they’d walk home together. But when he got too busy with extracurriculars, she had go by herself. Her mother gave her a house key and told her not to talk to strangers.

This time she pleased to see sebastain alone, face pensive. A white coffee mug steaming in front of him. Too hot to drink.

She slipped into his booth.

He looks up with a slow smile forming on his face.

“Good to see you Rosie.”

They talked until it got dark. They made it a habitual thing. They’d share a basket of fries and he would spill his soul to her.

He drove her home. He played her songs that he thought she'd like. They’d go to the video store and give each other movie recommendations. They became close.

That summer, Sebastian told her that his dad got him a replica of James Dean’s race car, Little Bastard. He said they were gonna fix it up together. He was so excited to start working on it. She liked seeing him smile. The way his lip would curl mischievously made her heartbeat thump so loud she could hear it to her ears.

Rosie would ride her bike, passing through his rich neighborhood every day just to catch a glimpse of the beautiful boy. Sometimes she'd catch Sebastain working on his car. He’d wave and smile warmly at the girl. As time passed, she noticed that his dad wasn't around helping him with the car. They were supposed to work on it together.

She stopped in front of the driveway to talk to Sebastian.

“Isn't your dad supposed to help you?”

He shook his head.

“Nah, he had some stuff to do”

He responded. Clearly annoyed.

She bit her lip. She hated seeing him upset.

“If I knew how to fix a car, I’d help you.”

The corner of his lip curled.

“Thanks, Rosie. I know you would.”

She lightly kicked her foot against the pavement. Her eyes were downcast, watching the ground scuff her brand new white shoes.

“You could help me wash it when I'm done.”

She looks up and smiles shyly.

“Okay.”

It was the last weekend before senior year began, so Thomas decided to throw a party at his house.

“Keep your door locked ok? I don't want anyone bothering you.”

He told Rosie.

She stayed in her room catching up on some required reading, the loud music was thumping. It was way too distracting, so she put on her headphones and tried to down out Thomas’ music.

She heard a knock on her door. At first she assumed that it was the booming bass of the music. But she heard the knocking again a little louder. She assumed it was Tommy so she unlocked the door and poked her head through the crack.

It was Sebastain. Her face lit up.

“Hi!”

Her voice was relaxed but excited.

“Can’t sleep?”

She shook her head.

She invited him in. They talked for a while. She’s wrapped up in her comforter and he sat on the ground next to her bed.

“You’re so much easier to talk to than anyone else.”

“Really?”

“Yeah”

They were sitting across from each other. So close now. His head tilted and his bottom lip poked out.

His face was so close to hers now that she could count every eyelash on Sebastian’s face. She really wanted to kiss him but she never kissed anyone before. What if she did it wrong and he wouldn’t like her anymore. Her mind was racing almost as fast as her heart beat.

He cupped her cheek.

“Can I kiss you?”

She tried to breathe. Her heart stopped.

This moment felt like a dream. If she thought too hard about it, he could disappear and she’d wake up.

She nodded desperately.

His lips met hers. His mouth was so soft and warm against hers.

It was like nothing her mind could possibly dream up. She practiced on her teddy bear and watched 50s romance films but this was real. So very real.

He broke away from her face resting his forehead on hers.

“I love you, Rosie.”

Before she could process what he just said, There was a knock on her door. Rosie’s body froze.

“Rosie? You alright?”

It was Thomas calling from outside her door.

“Yeah!”

She hollers back.

“Can I come in? Unlock the door.”

She goes wide eyed.

The tall boy cringes and looks around the room. He quickly opens the window and starts climbing down.

“You’re leaving?”

She whispers.

He shook his head.

“Talk to your brother.”

The window closed and the boy was out of sight.

Rosie sighed and walked to her bedroom door. She unlocked it. Eyes met her older brothers.

“You ok?”

She nodded.

“The party’s dead. Can you help me clean it up before mom gets back?”

She sighs.

“Sure.”

He looks past her room suspiciously.

“Hang back for a bit. I’m still tryna get everyone out.”

She smiles innocently.

“Ok. I’ll come down later.”

Thankfully Thomas was oblivious and made his way down the hall.

She closes the door. Resting behind it, sighing.

She looks out the window to see the boy had left.

The first week of freshman year began for Rosie West and she was still stuck on that kiss. Her first kiss with an older boy. She couldn’t focus on her classes because she couldn’t stop thinking about Sebastian.

One day Sebastain’s Red Porsche pulls up next to her as she's on her way home.

“Hey.”

He greets.

“Hey”

She replied deflated.

“Can I talk to you?”

The boy's eyes were sincere.

Rosie couldn't say no to him.

She tried to sound less desperate than she felt.

“Sure.”

She got into the passenger’s seat.

They sat in silence for what felt like forever.

The older boy turned to her. Not knowing what to say.

“I felt lonely for a long time before I moved here.”

She nods slowly.

“And then I met you and everything started to make sense.”

He tenderly grabbed her hand.

“I meant what I said at the party.”

The back of his fingers brush her cheek.

“Sebastian, I-“

“You don’t have to say it if you're not ready.”

He holds her hand and interrwines his finger with hers.

“We can take it slow.”

They start dating. In secret of course. Rosie was terrified to know if her older brother knew. It was good that they went to different schools so it would be less likely for Thomas to find out about them. Besides that, they tried to be discreet as possible. It worked for the most part.

Most of their time together consisted of Sebastian sneaking into her room when he knew Tomas wouldn’t be home. He had to park his car really far down the opposite end of the street and walk to her place.

His blond head poked outside Rosie’s window. She smiles and opens it.

“Hey, you wanna go for a ride?”

Rosie eagerly nodded. She slipped her shoes on and put on her jacket. The two of them slipped out from the window then made their way to Sebastian’s car.

They rode around for a bit then made their way to the edge of town to a small park with a lake. The boy came often to clear his head or get away from his parents.

Across from a shady tree there they sat in the empty parking lot.

“Oh, Tommy’ll lose him mind if he knew I was out with you this late.”

“Let him.”

She laughed at how loose Sebastian’s attitude could be. He was truly a rebel.

“God, you’ve got the cutest laugh.”

Rosie smiled shyly. Her face warmed up with embarrassment.

Sebastian pulled out a joint. Rosie had never seen one before. She did a double take. She’s seen girls from school smoke cigarettes behind the dumpster at lunch but never anything worst than that.

“You don’t mind do you?”

He asked politely.

She brushed off her reluctance.

“No go head.”

She smiled shyly.

“Can I have some?”

“You sure?”

“If you like it, I wanna try.”

“Rosie you don’t have to.”

“Just a little?”

He shrugged and passed it to her.

She tried to smoke it like the girls at school. Enhaling deeply but exhaling toofast. Rosie started coughing. She didn’t like it too much.

“You’re supposed to breathe out a lot slower. You wanna try again?”

She tired is again with Sebastian’s new advice.

It was a little better the second time. It didn’t feel so different. She thought drugs worked instantly so she just sat there silently waiting for her mind to alter. She handed the joint back to the tall boy.

She pouted. Her ears picked up on the song playing on the radio. She couldn’t recognize it but it was slow and sad. It made her chest ache. She felt it through the radio and into her soul.

Sebastian took notice of her changed demeanor.

“You doin’ ok?”

She looks up at him. Her brown eyes are big and glossy. She felt like she couldn’t breath. His face looked so angelic. The sunset was going down making his face less visible. She wanted the sun to come back so she could see Seb look at her again.

“You're so pretty.”

She could feel the words in her throat getting thick. Before she knew it, tears were flowing down her cheeks.

“Why are you with me?”

Sebastian's eyes go wide with concern

“God sometimes I just look at you and I can’t believe you’re real and…you like me.”

She looked down.

“Did West say something?”

She sniffed and she wipes her eyes on her hoodie sleeve.

She shakes her head like a child.

“No.”

The boy’s eyes were shiny with concern

“I’m sorry! I’m so fucking stupid!”

The blonde shakes his head.

“Oh no Rosie. You’re not stupid.”

He takes her face in his hands and looks deep into her eyes.

Sebastian goes quiet. Thinking of what to say next. He sighs.

“I am crazy about you, Rosie. You know that right? I think you're the coolest. No one gets me like you do. And I love just hanging out with you. I don’t care where we go or what we do. We could just sit in my car all day and I’d be the happiest boy in the world.”

He wipes her cheeks with his thumbs.

“You’re my girl.”

He whispered it like a prayer.

She sniffs. Her brown eyes sparkled with wonder at the beautiful boy.

“Really?”

Sebastian nods. His mouth curled into a sweet smile that took Rosie’s breath away.

He pulled away for a second so she could compose herself.

He puts his hand on her shoulder. He rubbed soothing circles with his thumb.

She wiped her nose and she smiled sadly.

He tilted his head towards her. His eyes never left her.

“Can you remind me? That you still like me.”

“Always.”

She looked down and messed with the ribbed edge of her hoodie sleeve.

“Sorry.”

He chuckles.

“Don’t be.”

He smiled at her and had this coy look in his eye. He put the car in drive and took off.

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

Rosie watched the sky turn a deep blue as Sebastian drove them into the city. She had never been to New York until now.

He promised he’d take her.

Seeing all those bright lights up close felt magical.

One day Thomas finds out. He gets Sebastain alone at school.

“Stay away from my little sister, man.”

His warm brown eyes turned cold, focused and hard. He was deadly serious.

Just then it really hit him. Sebastian felt like he did at his last school. Wrong. Just wrong.

The next two weeks, they try to avoid each other. No diner. No secret car rides. Rosie became more anxious, she couldn't focus on her classes.

She missed Sebastain terribly so she bravely decided to call his house. She didn't know who would answer, since his parents were always far too busy to be at home with their child. He never answered, but instead the housekeeper. She apologized and told her he wasn't home. That's when she grew worried. He wasn't at the diner after school like normal either.

Sebastian showed up at her house lightly knocking at her window that night.

She threw her bedside lamp on and she let him up.

He grabbed her face a little more forceful than normal.

His lips met hers into a feverish kiss. It took Rosies breath away. Sebastian didnt kiss her like that. He was usually gentle.

“I missed you so much.”

He still held her face and pulled her to her bed.

Her hands never let go of his. Rosie loves his hands. They were so much bigger than hers.

She took one of them and started kissing his palm. She turned his hands over and her eyes grew wide.

His knuckles were all red and scabbed over.

She looked up at the tall boy.

“what happened?”

He pulled his hands from her tender grip and ran one through his hair. The other rubbed his knee.

“I got expelled today.”

Rosie’s face fell.

“why?”

“I started a fight. This guy said something really stupid and then I just lost it and kept beating him til he bled.” I got so mad you know? Just….at everything. I haven't seen my mom in months. Im having a real hard time Rosie.”

He broke down in her arms. She rubbed his back as he tried to keep his weeping at a quiet volume as to not wake up Thomas on the other room. She just let him weep into her stomach.

All she could do was listen to the boy. He had so much going on in his head. Everyone had these bad opinions of him and that really hurt Rosie’s already fragile heart. He was the sweetest boy she’d ever known. No one understood him the way she did.

“

The boy looked up at her. His eyes red and puffy.

“Go to bed with me?”

He nods and slowly stands to his feet. He waited for her to get situated under the covers. He kicked his sneakers off.

“I’ll be right back.” She tells him.

She comes back with a glass of water. She hands it to the sad boy.

“Here.”

He gratefully took it from her and downed the whole thing.

“Thank you.”

He looks up at her.

She strokes his soft blond hair.

“Of course.”

She smiles back.

They climb into her tiny twin bed. Face to face on her pillow. The bedside lamp cast the room in a soft glow. It made his face look golden.

“You’re the only thing I care about.”

He whispered, eyelids dropping.

She closed her eyes and let her exhaustion overtake her body. They fall asleep holding eachother. Cozy and warm.

A soft voice called her name and woke her up the next morning. It was Sebastian leaning over her. He smiled tiredly.

“I gotta go baby.”

She let out a groan and fopped to the other side of the bed and met his eyes. She grabbed his hands lazily. They were soft and warm.

“Don’t go. Lay here with me all day.”

“I really want to.”

He made his way to her window. He slipped out into the blue sky. He pokes his head out to say one thing.

“I’ll call you later.”

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That’s all folks sorry!!

#austin butler #sebastian kydd #fanfic #Sebastian kydd/ofc #sebastian x oc #the carrie diaries #I need to let this fic go back into the wild lol be free little fic be free!!!

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souichioneshots · 3 years ago

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Grim Reaper 【Souichi x Reader】 (Fluff)

Souichi claims he's been cursed. Now everything he touches dies! However, that doesn't stop him from spending time with you. Can you hold back from touching the boy and dying? Let's find out~~~!! ahahaha

(I think this counts as affectionate!reader but idk lol)

Souichi carefully held onto the drink in his hand as he sat back down in between your legs.

Resting his body against your soft chest, you wrapped your arms around his waist. He was completely engulfed by your love. Although he was a bit embarrassed at first by how affectionate you could be, it had become a habit for him to want to be so close to you all the time.

【And now back to ‘DEATH’S ASSISTANT’】

Souichi took a sip of his drink as the show you two had been hooked on recently started back up.

It was a Japanese drama about a Grim Reaper who had been assigned a foreign assistant. Apparently, they fell for one another as soon as their eyes met. Every day they tell each other how much they love one another, but because of Death’s curse, he is unable to touch his love. The show depicts their everyday work lives. Showing how far they would go for one another to prove their love, but never being able to be truly affectionate. Souichi wasn’t really into these types of lovey-dovey dramas, but the supernatural antics that it included drew him in deeper and deeper.

【Assistant, we cant! You know if we touch, you’ll die!】

【I would risk dying a million times just to feel your lips pressed against mine even just once, Death~.】

“Guuuuu!!!!!!!!!!!”

Souichi laughed as you pressed your face into the crook of his neck. The scene was so cheesy and overdone, but you loved it. For a morbid girl, you really were a sucker for love stories.

“You’re gonna miss the show if you don’t look up.” Souichi chuckle and patted your head.

Resting your chin on his shoulder, you continued to watch the last few minutes left of the drama.

“Death really outdid it with his outfit today, huh?” Souichi commented.

In today’s episode, Death had been wearing a bright red suit with a black suit-shirt instead of his usual black suit and black tie.

“I think it really suits him.”

“You think everything suits him.”

“Of course. If you’re handsome, then anything and everything looks good on you.”

Souichi lifted his shoulder up towards his head, squishing your face against him.

“Owwww Owowowow!!”

“What’s so handsome about that old actor?”

Souichi finally released the pressure, allowing you to relax.

Pulling your head away from his body, you rubbed your cheeks.

“Hmm…Well, for one his eyes are absolutely beautiful. Thin, sharp, and the dark circles around them make him look so mysterious. And his dark, wavy hair looks so soft! I just want to run my hands through it as mess it up even more.”

Souichi couldn’t help but let out a small laugh as you described what you found attractive about the ‘dreamy man’ on the television. He honestly felt like you were just describing him. He knew you must have a type, but he didn’t think it would be this similar to him every time. You must have felt like you won the jackpot with him.

“But what I really like is the fact that he’s always wearing a suit.” Wrapping your arms back around his waist, you squeezed him a bit “You can tell his assistant also thinks the same thing because she's always staring at him. She just wants to touch him soooo much. But she knows she'll die if she does! Haa~~ I love it!”

Souichi hummed in amusement as he listened to you speak.

Seeing that he fit all the other conditions you looked for in a guy, Souichi thought of a perfect way he could use this little fantasy you love so much for his amusement.

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When the next night came, Souichi quickly got to preparing himself. He had asked if he could go over to watch a movie tonight.

He usually didn’t pay much attention to what he wore whenever he hung out alone with you. But tonight, he decided to mix things up a bit.

Making sure he had everything he needed in his pockets, Souichi set off to your house.

Creepily excited laughter slipped from the boy’s lips as he walked down the street by himself. He couldn’t wait to see your reaction when you laid your eyes upon him.

Finally reaching your front door, he knocked.

“Good evening~” Souichi greeted as you opened the door.

Before you could greet the boy back, you froze. Your mouth gaped open and your eyes widened as you looked upon your boyfriend.

“S…SS..S-Suit..Suitsuitsuit…” You brought your hands up to your face, unsure where to place them. This was the first time you had ever seen him wearing such an outfit before.

Finally bringing your hands out towards Souichi, you tried to touch him.

“Ah!” Souichi quickly jumped back. “You can’t.”

A look of worry and confusion grew on your face as the boy rejected your touch.

“Remember when I called you this morning and said I might have messed up a curse?”

You shook your head yes.

“Well, it turns out that as a side effect, whatever I touch now dies almost immediately.”

Leaning against the doorframe, you looked at the boy with a smile of disbelief.

“You’re just copying ‘Death’s Assistant’ aren’t you.”

Souichi hated how well you could read him. But that didn’t mean he was going to admit that you were right. At least not right now.

“No! I swear.” Sliding one hand into his suit pocket, he leaned down onto the grass that covered your front yard. “Every time I touch something as delicate as a flower…” Pulling out his hand from his pocket, he placed it over a daisy that had been growing for some time. “Well... This happens.” Moving back up, Souichi revealed that the flower he touched had shriveled up and died.

“No way…” You whispered as he allowed the dead flower to trickle onto the palm on your hands.

“Yeah…It’s a bummer.” Placing his foot over the real flower still planted in the ground, he tried to hide the evidence. “But I’m sure this curse will wear off by next week. 2 weeks at most.”

You quickly moved to the side as Souichi let himself into your home.

“What are you doing? Wouldn’t it be dangerous for us to be together right now?”

“I’m sure we’ll be fine. As long as we don’t touch that is.” Giving you a smile, Souichi kicked off his shoes and made his way down to your bedroom.

As the raven-haired boy walked down the hall, he moved his hands close to the wall, just barely coming into contact with the wallpaper. He honestly thought it would be really cool if he could make the wallpaper roll up and crumble into pieces just from touching it. Just like in the drama. Perhaps there really was a curse out there that would give him that ability.

Finally reaching your room, he took ahold of the door handle and gestured for you to go in first. Being in a suit really did make him feel like more of a gentleman. It was kind of fun.

Sitting on your bed, Souichi watched as you set up the DVD player.

He tried to hold back his foolish laughter as he thought about how miserable you were going to be all night from not being able to touch him.

You. The girl who could barely go 5 minutes without at least leaning against his shoulder, was now being forced to keep her hands to herself in order to avoid never waking up again.

This was gonna be hilarious.

“So, lemme ask you.” You pulled the boy out of his own little world as you sat on the bed with him. “Why the suit?”

“The suit? Oh. Umm…” Souichi’s mind froze for a second. He was going to say an excuse that all his other clothes suddenly turn to dust when he touched them, but now that sounded extremely stupid and unbelievable. Especially since he was able to touch your bedsheets with no problem. “…To match the whole ‘death’ theme...”

“Oh~ That makes sense. Always gotta be prepared for a funeral when everything you touch dies, right?”

“Exactly!”

Souichi let out a small sigh of relief as you commented an equally believable reason for the suit. He was glad you were almost always on the same level as him.

Finally dropping the subject, you pressed the button on the remote for the movie to play.

Souichi tapped his finger against the bed in annoyance as you kept a good amount of distance from him. It didn’t seem like you would try to touch him any time soon.

Looks like he needed to take things up a notch if he wanted to have some real fun.

Leaning forward, he swiftly took off his black jacket. You quickly ducked as his hand almost came in contact with your head.

Leaning his arm on your pillow, he relaxed his body. A single nail stayed poking out from between his lips, making it look like he was smoking.

Souichi couldn't help but smile as he saw you take quick glances at him. Your eyes kept moving from his pants to his white suit shirt, and finally to his face. He could see a blush spread across your cheeks as you quickly turned away from him, avoiding his gaze. You looked completely head over heels for him.

Sliding to the side, you leaned ever so close to the boy.

“Does the ‘being killed on the spot’ rule apply even over clothes~?” A blush spread across his pale face as you whispered in his ear, making sure not to come into direct contact with his shoulder. He could see your hand hovering over his suit pants, craving to touch the expensive-looking material.

Did you really not believe him or were you just begging to die?

Moving a bit away from you, he replied. “Probably not a good idea. Haven’t tested that out yet…” He let out a little laugh as he mentioned how awkward it would be for him to have to wake up your family and tell them that he killed you by accident.

Souichi looked from the corner of his eyes as you let out a small sigh and moved back into your own little space. This sudden rule of no touching looked like it was taking a toll on you.

Honestly, he was expecting you to be a bit more excited by this situation. After all, this was one of your favorite fantasies. To love one another, but never be able to touch unless you were willing to die on the spot. You should be spewing cheesy lines like in the drama, not sulking.

Moving the nails against his teeth, he tried to think of a way to fix things. After all, this wouldn’t be fun if you got too sad and decided to stop acting like your usual self halfway through the night.

Moving his arm out towards you, he pulled on the edge of his suit jacket.

“I think it’d be fine if you held onto this though…” He turned his face to the side, trying to hide his blush as you smiled once again.

Throughout the movie, Souichi kept his arm up in the air as you happily held onto his jacket. His body felt oddly unsatisfied from not being properly touched by you. But, this was his own fault for deciding to go through with such a cold prank.

You both stayed surprisingly calm and silent as the movie played on.

Souichi kept the nails in his mouth pressed tightly against his teeth as he kept his eyes on the screen. The movie you chose wasn’t half bad at all. The effects, the props, the acting. All very realistic. To be expected from new foreign movies.

However, this feeling of calmness didn’t last long as an unnecessarily long make-out scene between the main characters had started up again. Another specialty of foreign horror movies. The acting for these scenes just had to be extremely believable as well…

Souichi tensed up a bit as he felt you let go of his jacket, finally allowing him to rest his hand back down near his body.

It wasn’t that he disliked these types of scenes. But something about watching them alone with you always made him feel a bit restless.

Souichi moved his legs closer to his body, trying to get in a more comfortable position. He really regretted starting this whole ‘touch me and you’ll die’ prank now.

Pulling on the black-tie wrapped around his neck, he tried to calm himself down.

“People get really horny right before they die, huh?…”

Souichi noticed you jolt a bit at the sound of his voice. All he got in response from you was a little ‘yeah’ and an awkward laugh.

As the teens on the screen started to undress, Souichi noticed you also start to fidget around in your spot. You looked like you wanted to sit closer to him, but you knew you couldn’t.

Shakily bringing your hand over his leg again, you whispered. “Are you sure I’ll die if I touch you over your clothes?...”

This time he didn’t say anything. Instead, he just moved his leg closer to you, giving you an okay to try and touch him.

He watched as you cautiously placed the tips of your fingers on his knee. You let out a sigh of relief as you realized you were going to die from touching him over his clothes.

Careful not to accidentally touch any part of his body not covered by his clothes, you turned towards his.

Pinching the fabric of his suit jacket, you pulled his hand up. Souichi’s heartbeat sped up as you moved his bare hand to touch your clothed breast.

“Looks like it works both ways. As long as your skin doesn’t come into direct contact with mine, I’ll be just fine.”

Souichi’s eyes followed your hands as they moved back towards his pants once more.

You were really pushing the envelope.

But, if you were gonna play like that, then he saw no harm in playing along as well.

Sliding his hand down from your chest to your waist, he pulled you to come closer to him.

“That means we can’t do anything more than this though…” Souichi whisper as he inched his face closer to yours. “We should stop now before we do something that can’t be undone.” He teased you with lies, practically ordering you to go further.

“You don’t wanna die from one of my curses, do you?”

“It’d be a blessing to die from one of your curses…”

Something within Souichi switched on as he heard you whisper your confession to him. That felt like the most romantic thing you'd ever said to him.

Without saying another word, Souichi pressed his lips against yours. To think he was the one who ended up not being able to hold back from you this time.

Suddenly, pressing your hands against his shoulder, you pushed yourself away from the kiss.

“Agk! My heart!” Holding your hand against your chest, you threw yourself back to lay on the bed. “I…I!!! Gah…”

Souichi couldn’t help but laugh as you pretended to die in an over-exaggerated manner.

You opened one of your eyes, looked at the boy, and then closed it again. Souichi could see you trying your best to hold back a smile as you laid perfectly still.

“You knew I wasn’t cursed the entire time, didn’t you?”

“...Was it that obvious?” You laughed a bit as you finally sat back up.

“When did you figure out I was lying?”

“Hmm~”

You just hummed and swayed your head side to side. Not telling him when you knew for a fact he was not actually cursed.

“If I can be honest, you should have said something more believable for the suit. Then maybe I would have believed you completely." Leaning up against the boy you thought for a second. "Like umm... All your other clothes disintegrated the second you touched them. But because you've worn this suit to a funeral before, it was the only thing that stayed intact."

"Ahh!! I swear I was gonna say that!!"

You let out a hum and looked at the boy once again with a smile of disbelief.

"I swear!"

Getting up from the bed, he put on his suit jacket again.

"Let's restart." He sat back down on the edge of your bed. "Ask me why I'm wearing a suit."

"Okay." You also moved to sit on the edge, next to him. "Hey, Souichi. Why are you--" Unconsciously, your hand brushed up against his. "AGK!" You threw your body back and pretended to die again.

"No!! Y/N!!" He picked you up by your shoulders and forced you to sit back up. "Again."

As his hands moved away from your shoulders, he accidentally touched your neck. Making you jump back again.

"Agggkk!!"

"Stop dying!!" He yelled as you held your hand up to your neck and pretended to choke and die.

Souichi let out a loud groan as you continued to laugh at his frustrated expression.

This prank wasn't as funny as he thought it would be.

#souichi x reader #souichi tsujii x reader #fluff #this is stupid #but oh well #lots of misspells for sure #but i tried man #10 pages of work is a pain to check

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onceupon · 3 years ago

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London Boy - Part 4: Just friends

summary: You wake up to find Rafe Cameron in your bed. Even though nothing happened, you’re still left trying to make sense of it all.

pairing: Rafe x reader (slowburn)

warnings: swearing, drinking

word count: 5k

a/n: thank you so much to all of you who have been reading along <333 sorry in advance if you want this to progress faster haha, it simply must be this slow, sorry I don't make the rules (even tho I do lol). Not canon Rafe!!

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Your eyes slowly flutter open as the early morning rays wake you up. You didn’t even remember falling asleep. As you slowly gain consciousness you’re startled by the weight of Rafe’s arm draped across your body. What the hell? When did that happen? He spent the night in your bed?

Your mind races at a million miles an hour as you slowly slip out from under his hold. You were careful not to wake him up, not wanting to face any awkwardness. You throw on fresh clothes and grab your backpack, desperate to make your escape. You had wanted to get to school early today to work on some homework anyways, never before so eager to trade in the comfort of your bed for the library.

After a quick pit stop to pick up a coffee and a croissant, you swing the heavy wooden doors open. You liked campus at this hour, the morning light still soft, the air crisp, and the atmosphere silent. As you scan your eyes for a spot to sit, you notice the unmistakable sight of fluffy brown hair hunched over a table.

“Liam?” your whisper. “What the hell are doing here?”

That classic cheeky grin spreads across his face as he looks up to find you standing in front of him. “I go here, Y/n. Forget already?”

You roll your eyes, “I just didn’t know you were the studious type.”

“Not gonna lie to you babe, I’m not. But Rogers is already all the way up my ass over this class, and I’m not letting that prick hold me back a year.”

You pull out the chair across from him and go to sit down, spreading your books out on the table.

“Who said you could sit with?” he asks, and you shoot him a look. You’re not in the mood. “Geez alright, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed… you good Y/n?” he slows, taking in your disheveled appearance. You hadn’t so much as brushed your hair.

“Can you promise not to tell anyone,” you stare dead into his eyes.

“On my life,” he extends his pinky, and you accept.

“Rafe… slept over last night…”

“Oh shit!” he exclaims, and your eyes widen at his echoing voice.

“Not like that,” you hiss, not wanting to draw anymore attention to the two of you. “Nothing happened… like he just came over to watch a show and then we talked for a while and just accidentally… fell asleep. I panicked when I woke up and realized he was still in my bed so I ran out of there as fast as I could and now…. well now I’m here.” You nervously chug your coffee, heart racing.

“So he hung out with you all night and didn’t make a move?”

You nod, nervously awaiting his analysis as you take a bite of your croissant.

“Damn, boy must really like you,” he muses.

“What? Definitely not,” you scoff.

“Y/n, let me tell you a little something about guys. If we really like you, we’re gonna make the time to hang out with you, no matter what. The fact that he’s coming over your room to watch a show and hanging out with you until he physically can’t stay awake - I mean I can’t make it any more obvious to you.”

“I don’t know I just don’t think so… You don’t know Rafe like that, he’s a total player back home. He can pull any girl he wants, so if he liked me like that he would’ve done something by now. This is probably how he is with all his friends and I’m just reading too much into it. I’m sure Lily Colts will be in his bed soon enough,” you mumble. That last part stings in particular, you had already thought it, but saying it out loud made you feel… icky.

“I may not know Rafe like that, but I know guys like him. I am guys like him. He likes you Y/n. So what if he pulls a lot of chicks, he doesn’t actually care about them. But he cares about you, probably can’t even understand why, and now it’s like bam Uno reverse. He can’t pull the cards he normally does, and now you’ve got him confused and he doesn’t know what to do. Man’s down bad. Give him time though, he’ll come around,” he explains to you calmly, stealing your coffee cup from you and taking a sip.

“Honestly can I just start paying you to figure my life out for me. You make everything seem so simple.”

“Because it is simple. You insist on complicating it. But I know how you could pay me,” he adds with a wink and you shoot him a glare. You know he’s just joking (partially), he loves pushing your buttons.

“Well whatever. I’ll believe it when I see it,” you resign on the Rafe matter. You wanted to believe what Liam was saying but it didn’t quite make sense to you. You were only going to drive yourself crazy trying to read between lines that you weren’t sure existed. Rafe was just used to situations like this with girls. To him last night was probably no big deal. It was to you though. You would never let ‘just a friend’ stay over like that, with his arm around you no less. But Rafe didn’t need to know that, you decide.

—-

You manage to avoid Rafe all day, not having any classes with him on Friday’s. As soon as your last class is over, you sprint home, relieved when you’re the first back at the flat and can quickly slip into your room undetected. You set down your bag and sit on the edge of your bed. Your hand slowly runs over your comforter, still ruffled from where Rafe had been laying the night before. The indent of his head is still on your pillow; you can almost smell the scent of him lingering in your room and hear the sound of his soft whispers. You wonder what his first thoughts were when he woke up in your bed alone - was he confused? Embarrassed? He probably thought nothing of it at all. You can just picture him casually getting up with a stretch, like it’s the start of any typical day.

You slip into the shower and let the water wash over your body. It’s warm and soothing, and it’s reminding you of Rafe laying next to you, of his arm wrapped around you. God if there was only a way to shut your brain off once in a while. As much as you tried to suppress it, there had been a tiny part of you that was happy to have woken up in his embrace, giddy like a school girl with a crush. You’d always wondered how a moment like that would feel, or how a moment like that with him would feel. You had conveniently failed to mention the “arm” detail to Liam, maybe because in the back of your mind you knew it would only help prove his theory right.

When you make your way back to your room, your phone buzzes and the Royal Fam 🇬🇧🇺🇸 group chat appears.

Olivia: who wants to go out tonight 😈

Topper: me and Rafe have to be up early tmrw for soccer - rain check on this one ladies

Olivia: :(

Olivia: girls night out??

Millie: you know I’m there!

You’re a little bummed that Rafe won’t be there tonight. But a girls night sounds like just what you need to get him off your mind.

Y/n: I’m in :)

Not even a few minutes later Olivia and Millie are barging into your room, causing you to let out a startled yelp.

“My god, heard of knocking,” you exhale with your hand coming to your chest. Your statement falls on death ears.

“Which jeans with this top,” Olivia asks, holding the clothing items against her body.

“Should I curl or straighten my hair with this,” Millie follows, holding her outfit up.

“Uhh,” your mind scrambles, “those jeans Liv. And straight, Mills,” you reply, shocked by your own decidedness. “But now you guys have to help me, I have no clue what to wear.”

“Say less,” Olivia flashes a smile.

Within minutes they tear through your closet, picking out your outfit. Things were always much more clear with a fresh set of eyes. The three of you discuss the night’s logistics before making your way to the kitchen - couldn’t go drinking on an empty stomach. Rafe and Topper are already there, and you try your best to act natural even though your stomach ties itself in a knot the moment you catch a glimpse of his face. You haven’t seen him since you ran out this morning.

“Uh hey I’m gonna run to Sainsbury’s real quick, I wanna get a chaser, anyone need anything,” you ask, avoiding eye contact with Rafe. Your nerves get the best of you and in terms of fight or flight, you were ready to flee.

“Hey wait I’ll come with you. Gotta pick something up for dinner,” Rafe stands grabbing his jacket, and before you can interject, he’s leading the way down the hall and out your shared flat.

“So what are you chasing tonight?”

“What?” you ask startled, his question pulling you back to reality. Your mind had been running in a loop, trying to read him and the thoughts in his head. You wished now more than ever that you knew what Rafe was like behind closed doors back home, so you could somehow make sense of it all.

He chuckles at you, lost in your own world. “You said you needed a chaser?” Those intimidating blue eyes have found their way to yours again and you hastily look away, focusing in front of you instead.

“Oh yeah- uh just for the vodka,” you laugh nervously.

“Basic,” he mocks. You scoff in surprise and lightly hit him on the chest as the laughter leaves your lips. He’s sporting a shit-eating grin, having successfully egged you on.

“You’re funny if you think I’m gonna do shots of whiskey before going to a club.”

“Well you do owe me one…” he says.

“Oh so he remembers?” you reply, amused.

“Of course,” he states so calm and so sure. Your head swirls at that, his cool confidence making you melt. The automatic doors slide open in front of you, fluorescent lights stealing your attention from the boy you were finding dangerously more attractive by the second.

“I thought we’re supposed to take it together? But someone’s being lame and not coming out tonight,” you say sarcastically, playing it as cool as you can manage. Rafe’s confidence seemed to come naturally, but you were more of a fake-it-till-you-make-it kind of gal.

“Hey you know I have soccer,” he defends. The Kook Prince was not one to turn down a party without cause.

“Excuses excuses,” you shake your head.

“Actually, speaking of soccer, you uh- you and the girls should come tomorrow. If you’re not doing anything. Or not too hungover I should say. Game’s at 12.”

“Can’t make any promises Cameron, but we’ll see,” you smile, earning a satisfied smile from him in return.

You make your way to the frozen food aisle, Rafe explaining to you how they call a soccer field a football pitch here, as you laugh at him grabbing 5 frozen pizzas (dinner solved for the next week, of course). You ask him which chaser you should pick. He points out a cola, so naturally you decide to get blackberry seltzer water, Rafe twisting his face in disgust (who would voluntarily drink that tv static). You always felt so nervous at first, to be in Rafe’s presence, but all it ever took was a few minutes for you to completely relax around him. He was intimidating, yet inviting. Mysterious, yet open. He was somehow the cause of your anxious nerves and yet the source of your comfort. The fear of facing Rafe after running out this morning had paralyzed your thoughts all day, and now you could hardly remember why. He hadn’t mentioned it at all, as if nothing happened. His normalcy confirmed for you that him sleeping over was in fact no big deal, and you almost want to laugh at yourself for how much you had worked it up in your head. You two were just friends, and perhaps Rafe was used to being… a friendlier friend than what you were used to. But that was okay, you could learn to be friendlier too.

—-

Rafe and Topper had decided to accompany you guys in the kitchen as you pregamed. They slowly sipped beers as you, Millie, and Olivia pounded back shots, laughing at the way you guys got progressively drunker and progressively louder before finally heading out. And much to your surprise, the boys were still seated in the same spot hours later, when the three of you stumble back into the flat, McDonalds in hand.

“Oh look who’s still up,” Olivia slurs, taking a bite of her cheeseburger.

“We can’t go out, we have soccer,” Millie mocks, almost falling to the floor as she trips over her heel, Topper and Rafe not making any effort to hide their clear amusement.

“Fun night huh?” Topper quirks his brow.

“The funnest,” Millie holds her head high, sinking down against the wall until she’s sat on the floor. You had made a beeline for the dining room table, silently admiring your chicken nuggets. In that moment, they were the best thing you had ever tasted.

“I want Jake,” Olivia pouts, and before anyone can say a word she’s turned on her heel, burger in hand, off to crawl into her boyfriend’s bed.

“Alright you drunk, let’s get you to bed,” Topper laughs, scooping an incoherent Millie up to her feet by her elbows.

“M’not drunk,” Millie protests, even though she’s leaning her full body weight against Topper who sarcastically nods at her, escorting her down the hallway. Rafe sits on the couch, silently playing with the cards in his hand again, not the least bit uncomfortable with sharing your company in silence.

“I’m mad at you,” you say matter of factly, taking a bite of a french fry. At this point, the alcohol is doing the talking.

“Mad at me?” Rafe stops shuffling the cards and raises his head to look at you, intrigued.

“Yeah because you didn’t come to the club,” you furrow your brows, chucking a fry at him. He catches it instantly, laughing to himself with a shake of his head.

“Don’t worry I saw all your guys’ snaps, I feel like I was practically there.”

“That’s not the same,” you frown, throwing another fry which he catches yet again.

“I’ll try to be there next time,” he laughs.

“That’s better I guess,” you grumble, eating another chicken nugget. The room grows quiet, Rafe training his attention back to the cards.

“When are we watching the next episode Cameron,” you break the silence, chucking another fry. He barely has to look up to catch your latest throw, shaking his head with a chuckle. He puts the cards down and makes his way over to the dining table, standing right above you now.

“Come on, time for you to go to bed,” he beckons you toward him with his arm, to which you only furrow your brows in indignation.

“I’m not done with my food,” you protest.

“Now you are,” he says, grabbing your last fry and finishing it with one bite. “Now c’mon.” You reluctantly grab onto his extended arm to help you get up. You walk down the hall together and he opens your door for you, letting you in as he leans against the frame. You immediately fall back and collapse on to your bed with a gasp, you didn’t remember it feeling so soft when you were sober.

“Goodnight L/n,” Rafe laughs, staring down at you.

“Goodnight Rafe,” you mumble, seconds away from passing out. He smiles to himself at the sight of you still in the outfit and shoes you had been out in, bent in surely the most uncomfortable position possible, legs half way off the bed, yet somehow already asleep. He’s about to head back to his room, but he hesitates, turning back to you with a sigh. As slowly and quietly as he can, he pulls your shoes off for you, lifts your legs onto the bed, and covers you in your blanket. And just as quick, he slips out of your room and back into his.

—-

You wake up the next morning, letting out a groan when you realize you’re still in the outfit you had worn clubbing. Your head dully aches and your throat is desert dry so you force yourself up and to the kitchen. When you see the aftermath of McDonald’s containers on the table, vague memories start flooding your brain in horror. You couldn’t have… could you? Did you actually throw french fries at him? You close your eyes and slowly run your hand over your face in realization. Great, you think to yourself, Rafe probably thinks you’re an annoying idiot. Good grief.

You hear the door of the flat opening and Olivia appears in the kitchen, holding a plate of breakfast sandwiches, your mouth watering at the sight.

“Thank the lovely lads in apartment 4E,” she laughs, placing them on the table. “Oh god, we went hard last night didn’t we,” she says, taking in the sight of the flat.

“A little too hard…” you remark.

“No such thing, darling! Now eat up and get dressed, we’ve got a match to catch,” she declares before disappearing down the hall where you can hear muffled groans of Millie being reluctantly dragged out of her bed. You sigh and sink down into a chair, grabbing a sandwich and taking a bite. Heaven. You make a mental note to thank Jake for his chef skills. You had completely forgotten that you and the girls were supposed to go watch Rafe and Topper’s match today. Your worries about having to face Rafe yesterday had been quick to melt away, but today they were back with a new vengeance.

—-

“Okay no one wander off when we get there. Y/n, fair warning, these games get… rowdy,” Millie says, as the three of you walk toward the field, arms linked.

“Things get pretty crazy at Kildare too,” you laugh, “so yeah, don’t fucking let me out of your sight.”

The three of you shake off your fits of laughter as you stumble toward the stands, finding a spot amongst the already packed crowd. You’re finally able to take in your surroundings, glancing at the field ahead. The opposing team is warming up on the pitch, clad in red. Westheath’s team is off to the side, the boys stretching and getting ready in their white uniforms. The dirty blonde immediately catches your eye. He’s jumping and jogging in place, headphones in as though he’s tuning out the physical noise around him, and probably the mental noise too. You wonder if he’s listening to one of the songs he showed you the other night.

He pauses his jogging to stretch out his arms, his eyes glazing over the stands, when suddenly they lock with yours. Your cheeks flush pink, embarrassed at having been caught staring, but his face just pulls into a wide grin and he gives you a wave. You wave back, and he does a quick hand motion that everyone does at Kildare games back home. You laugh and do the responding gesture, as he smiles cheekily at you before a teammate comes up to him, pulling his focus away. The exchange was brief, but oddly intimate. There was a whole field and a couple dozen people between you, and yet you two were the only witnesses to the interaction. You smile to yourself, relief in the fact that maybe getting a french fry chucked at him wasn’t enough to make him hate you after all. You wonder briefly if Rafe spends half as much time overanalyzing things the way you do. Liam was right, you do insist on overcomplicating things.

“Hey, earth to Y/n!” Olivia laughs, waving her hand in front of your face. “The game is starting!”

—

The final score flashes on the screen: 4-2, a win for Westheath. The students are going nuts, rushing the field. Olivia and Millie lead the way, pushing through the crowd until you guys reach Rafe and Topper.

“Let’s go boys!!” Olivia yells, jumping up and down with the sea of bodies and beer around you. Rafe and Topper react with equal enthusiasm, pulling each of you in for a hug. You and Rafe are the last to hug, him pulling you in brief but close against his large sweaty body, arms wrapped around you. You don’t even mind the stickiness of the hug, feeling deja vu at the warm feeling of being in his embrace again; a feeling that is foreign yet familiar, one you hadn’t felt before.

“Did you guys see Rafe’s goal in the second half!?” Topper asks, clapping his friend on the back.

“Of course we did, super star!” Millie cheers, giving Rafe a high five as he humbly shakes his head and laughs at his friends. The mental image of his goal was burned in your head, one that your mind would certainly play for you involuntarily over the next coming days.

“Alright we gotta go do some stuff with the team, but everyone’s going to Central Bar later. See you guys there?” Rafe asks.

“You got it,” Olivia replies, and they jog off with quick waves, you meeting those blue eyes in silent acknowledgement once again. It was that gaze that always made the rest of the world seem to disappear while his eyes met yours, making your heart skip a beat. He’s just a friend, you remind yourself. Just a tall, attractive, soccer-playing friend…

—

“Y/n! Liv! We’re doing a round!” Jake calls you and Olivia over to where him and Liam are already at the bar, four shot glasses ordered and lined up.

“On three! One, two-“ Liam chants, as the four of you down the alcohol. Central Bar had been buzzing with what felt like half of Westheath’s student body all day. After the game, you and the girls had gone back to your flat to nap and eat, before meeting up with Jake, Liam, and the rest of their boys to head to the bar. Rafe and Topper were already pretty buzzed when you guys got there, playing a round of table tennis with you before the rest of the soccer team and their other friends pulled their attention away. You couldn’t help the way your whole body tensed when Rafe greeted Lily with a tight hug, humbling you with the confirmation that Rafe’s actions toward you weren’t anything special. You resolved yourself to a night of drinking and dancing your worries away with Liv and Liam instead.

“Alright, round of table tennis? You two against me and Y/n?” Liam challenges.

“Please, I saw Y/n playing before, you guys have nothing on us,” Olivia flashes an evil smile, her competitive side coming out.

“Oh it’s on Liv,” you laugh, as your foursome stakes your claim at the pong table. While Olivia and Jake gather the balls and paddles, you notice Liam grimacing off into the distance. You follow his line of sight, landing on Topper and Millie drunkenly dancing together across the bar, a bit too close for comfort.

“What is she doing with that geezer,” he mumbles.

“Liam! Jealousy is unbecoming of you,” you gasp in mock disbelief.

“I’m not jealous,” he scoffs, and you quickly realize that he actually is, even though you had just been joking. Your jaw falls slack as you put two and two together. Liam and Millie were always by each other’s side, at school, at the pub, when you were all watching a movie at his apartment a few nights ago. He would tease her relentlessly and his own words rang in your ears If we really like you, we’re gonna make the time to hang out with you, no matter what.

“Shut up! Shut up!,” you whisper yell, hand coming to your mouth. “I should have realized this whole time… of course you like Millie! Everything you’ve been telling me you think exists between me and Rafe has actually been about her! She’s your Uno reverse card!” You’re shocking even yourself at these revelations.

“No no no, you can’t use my own words of wisdom against me, that’s not how this works Y/n. So what, maybe I slightly give a shit about Millie? Who cares. Her and I both know that’s never gonna happen. I still stand by everything I said about you and Rafe so don’t think your getting off so easy on that.”

“Then tell me why you’re staring at Millie while Rafe hasn’t so much as glanced my way since the minute Lily Colts got here, hmm?”

“Oh Y/n, Y/n Y/n Y/n,” Liam tuts, shaking his head laughing as he turns to the game your group of four is about to begin. You don’t have the energy to argue with Liam over the matter right now, oblivious to the fact that Rafe had indeed been glancing your way, several times. In fact, he was glancing at you right now, as Liam reached his arm over yours to help you actually hold the paddle the right way. You just hadn’t been glancing back to notice, scared of what you may or may not see between him and Lily if you did.

—

The night dies down and it’s time for the pilgrimage back to your building. You’re walking with Millie when Liam quickly falls in step with you two. You give him a knowing smirk, to which he responds with a glare behind Millie’s back, but you let the two banter as you fall behind, now walking alone. You stare ahead, eyes mindlessly settling on Lily walking in between Callum and Henry at the front of the pack. You don’t notice the pair of legs that begin moving in pace next to your own.

“Tonight, by the way,” Rafe’s voice startles you as you jump next to him. He chuckles at the confusion written all over your face. “You asked last night when we’re watching the next episode. And my answer is tonight, L/n,” he states.

“Haven’t you been up since like the crack of dawn? Aren’t you tired?” you ask incredulously.

“Too tired for Game of Thrones? Never,” he scoffs, Liam’s words ringing in your ear. If we really like you, we’re gonna make the time to hang out with you, no matter what.

“Well then tonight it is,” you smile. “Sorry about the french fries last night by the way,” you say meekly, looking down at the sidewalk in front of you, cheeks burning.

“Seriously L/n, talk about a horrible throw. Room for improvement,” he jokes with a comforting smile, saving you from yourself.

“Good game by the way,” you add, grateful for the way he was letting you off.

“Thanks,” he looks at you, shoving his hands in his pocket. You turn to look at him too, and after a few moments laughter is taking you both apart. Nothing funny was said. Neither of you knew why you were laughing. And yet it felt natural, not an ounce of awkwardness in the air.

As your whole group walks into the building, people begin to peel off, splitting towards staircases and off elevator stops.

“I’m fucking beat,” yawns Topper, as you and all your flatmates file into your hall.

“I’m gonna sleep like a baby tonight,” Millie yawns in agreement. One by one everyone files off into their rooms. You open your door, backing into yours, Rafe across the hall from you backing into his. Laughter tugs at both your faces once again, as you let your doors close. You manage to change into your sweats and brush your teeth before you hear the light rap on your door. Rafe enters, in a t-shirt and gray sweatpants, your weakness. But you feel comfortable being alone with him now. The Rafe jitters had finally began to subside.

“Alright L/n, episode 4, you ready for this?” he asks, plopping down in his spot next to you.

“Oh I’m very ready,” you reply, sitting up to reach for your laptop which was resting by your feet. As you lean back, you find yourself in Rafe’s arm. He had extended it out before you sat back, effortlessly catching you against him. His hand rests casually on your arm, and you gulp, pressing play. You pray he can’t feel the way your heartbeat quickens and your body flushes. So much for those jitters being gone.

The episode plays, you and Rafe making comments here and there before your chatter eventually dies down, leaving just the sound of the show to fill the room. You can feel Rafe’s body lean further and further down, becoming heavier and breathing slower. You very slowly turn to check, and sure enough he’s fast asleep. You sigh, and shut your laptop, careful not to stir him. You could easily shake him awake, tell him to go to his bed, but for some reason you don’t. You don’t mind him here. In fact, you almost prefer it, his body heat keeping you warm. He had already slept over once before and it clearly hadn’t been a big deal, so what was the harm in letting it happen again? You’re just friends after all, you remind yourself, not sure who you’re trying to convince. And so, the two friends fall asleep in the same bed again.

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YOOOOOOOO THE HAIRY JASON = 🖤🖤🖤🖤

the man deserves some love tbh.

dc watch out cause i’m coming for u if u continue to keep him in captivity.

I must admit that I'm a little bit too much in love with this concept, like I never thought hairy men were that nice, but goddamn this kinda changed my mind lol AND YES Jason deserves so much love 😫😫

Anyway, I had this in my draft and decided to add the concept, well, I wrote this every time I was bored, so maybe it's not that great.

thanks to @imagines-fluff-yandere-smut for this great ass concept, girl keep up your horny thoughts, I love them 😤😤💕💕💕!!

Warning: Uh kinda smutty, a blowjob and a lot of slurs??

(L/n): your last name

You have no idea of how much I love that gif 👉🏽👈🏽

The soft sound of the tv echoing in the background alongside with the lulling murmuring of the city, were the only thing that was keeping in touch with the reality you were set on: living on a rather small apartment setted in the middle of one of the most tumoltous cities in the world.

Was it comfortable? surely not, but the company was greatly accepted. Besides this was just transient point in your life.

You stirred closer to your lover with a soft yawn, scaping from the cold that Gotham rainy nights always provided and being dealighted welcomed by a side hug of his right arm that quickly fell limp beside your shoulder.

You took the dare to rest your head on his chest, he didn't moved or said anything, staying in the same position with his arm behind his head as the other is around you, but with the slight difference that his lips were forming a little side smile.

Taking that small gesture as a green light, you kept going with your intrusion. You dragged your fingers down town his torso, wandering through his abs before finally setting just above the hem of his boxers.

You caressed his skin softly, just the tender touch of your fingers before your nails ran up and down his skin, leaving a nice ticklish sensation all over Jason's body, to finally play gently in the hairs of his happy trail.

It didn't take long before your let your hand go lower, and between your innocent caress and the small talk of the show going on, you brushed his crotch lightly. However, that was more than enough to peek your boyfriend's attention.

"Are you trying to get me horny, doll?" his hoarse voice made you giggle. Trapped in the middle of you act and you couldn’t but offer a playful smile once you noticed those beautiful blue eyes looking down at you.

“Maybe...” you mumbled trying to appear innocent while your hands were still moving up and down his member in a gently, but firm maner. Jason arched his eyebrows, scoffing at your words. “Is it working?

You let out a yelp as Jason pulled you over him like nothing. It might soud crazy, but the way he stares at you makes your insides light up in pure fire as your heart speeds up for a moment.

So now your mind can only focus on the way his big hands were caressing your hips, daring to tugg at the waistband of your panties and to run down those calloused fingers a little bit too close of your inner thighs.

Jason looks so beautilf underneath you and then his words makes you pay attention at what you had provoked. "I think you gotta work harder."

Between kisses you moved to his neck, nibbling onto the soft skin and sucking lightly as you keep grinding your ass on his clothed cock. Jason wanted more, you could sense this by the way his hands were pressing you against his pelvic, a way to prevent you to go elsewhere.

Jason’s hips bucked against yours, his hands still resting on your arse as he let his head fall down on his pillow. ”Is this enough?" You smiles against his skin, giving a small kiss with your swollen lips and Jason just nods.

"You won." His raspy voice sends shivers downs your spine." I have a boner and I would pretty much like to fuck you right now, congratulations!”

"Nice!" You say as you grab his face between your hands and give him a peck, Jason looks up to you with one of those heart melting smile he keeps for moments when your cuteness is about to give him a heart attack.

So you go down, giving short kisses across his abdomen and tracing his skin with your nails. As you reach his boxers you give a sweet kiss to his clothed cock and without taking your eyes off of Jason while tugging down those black boxes and he can't help but caress your head lovingly.

You spit on your hand quickly before you take his hard dick in your hand and start to pump him at a slow pace.

The contact makes him shiver and Jason mind is starts to fog the instant you take him in your mouth and you your tongue swirl around the shaft.

Jason pants as you bob your head up and down, sucking at his hard cock while your hand pump what you can't fit in your mouth.

His whimpers are music to your ears and seeing his face contorts in pleasure is making the coil in your belly tighten. It's nice to be able to have this view, but you're more focused on keeping up with the work.

"Fuck" Jason says as he sinks deeper in his pleasure. One of his hands goes to your head and grabs your hair, he doesn't move whatsoever. "Just like that! You're so good to me, babe."

Everything is going so nice, there's nothing better than receiving head after a hard week of work and Jason's state of mind is more than enough proof of this. The wet sounds mixed with Jason’s moans opaque the long forgotten sitcom that was still being played.

And moment like this make Gotham nights more berable, just the two of you enjoying each others bodies with the very welcoming bonus of being in love.

However, the euphoria is quickly cut off as the annoying sound of the doorbell comes into scene; at first you don't stop and Jason is thankful because of it, but the person waiting at the other side of the apartment isn't as glad. The ring of the doorbell sounds acute in your ears, making the task of ignore it more difficult than you thought.

"(L/N) I am here, open up" the deep and annoying voice of your landlord fills the air and your groan in frustration.

The cold hits Jason's dick as you take him of off your mouth. "(Y/N), doll, don't leave me like this."

"Sorry, I forgot I called my landlord for the issue with the water." you say with a guilty smile, however, seeing you kiss the tip of his cock doesn't make Jason feel any better.

"Are you busy, (y/n)? I can come another time" your landlord suggest and Jason flashes a grin.

"Problem resolved." He says a little bit too excited as he rest his weight down on his elbows. "Now where were we?"

"Jay no." you shook your head before getting up on your feet.

"He said he can come later!"

"But that will mean another month carrying water buckets to take a shower! " Jason's mind pops up with an idea, but before he can say you cut him off." And no, I can't keep going to your house any time I have a problem, Jay!"

You can't help but giggle at his pouted lips, it's always a cute view seeing the so feared Red Hood whining over you. "You can! You know I don't have a problem with that." The way he talks so passionately falls flat once he notices that you're not going to back down.

"I didn't even got to show you how much I love you" Jason groans and just roll your eyes playfully at him. ” I want to fuck you until you’re scraming my name so the whole building will know who you belong to.”

"That reminds me that they're at the verge of causing a riot if they hear us again" you chuckle, putting aside Jason's attempts as reach up to him and leave a chaste kiss on his cheek.

"We will finish this as soon as the landlord goes. That's a promise " You wink at him before get of him to head towards the bathroom to brush your teeth quickly.

"Fucking cockblock" Jason ushes under his breath and you chuckle as you go to meet with the imapatient man at the other side of your apartment.

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