#i got a headrest regardless

[7thcirclebaker]

A solid wingback chair is the ultimate ADHD chair, change my mind

[babybl00s]

all i need

warnings: smut, kiss kiss fall in love, dry humping (hell yeah) mdni 18+, explicit language etc.

summary: you’ve been working as congressman barnes’ assistant since the start of his campaign. bob has had a thing for you since you showed up one night, giving barnes hell for leaving alpine at your door. he’s smitten, you’re kind of oblivious, and it all comes to a head when bucky has to head out for another mission. (f!reader)

author's note: this is my first smut fic go easy on me. may write a part two to this idk. crossposted on ao3!

update: part two here

It seems like the past few weeks have been filled with nothing but endless stacks of paperwork. You wagered that if you’d stack them all together it’d rival the size of the Empire State Building. You’re so delirious from lack of sleep one night that you almost attempt to test that theory. the thought of it toppling over and you having to reorganize it sobered you up pretty quick, though.

Regardless, it’s a lot. And if it’s not paperwork, it’s responding to emails, and if it’s not responding to emails, it’s warding off the press so your boss doesn’t stumble over his words. Again. He’s gotten better at it, actually, once you’ve given him a bare-bones script of how to give neutral responses that make it seem like he’s saying something of value. Typical politician jargon.

The soft hum of the office today is appreciated. You’d gotten through a bulk of your work last night, so you only have to sift through a couple of files today. Your cubicle is directly in front of Bucky’s office, the paneling high enough to give you some privacy but low enough that you can catch someone slacking off. Decorated with fairy lights and photos of your friends, your dog Ladybug, one of you and Bucky the day he got sworn in. A splash of color in this otherwise grey hellscape.

It’s busy, as it usually is, but not the type of busy that demands frequent coffee runs, or god forbid another all-nighter. The pace is steady, consistent. Your phone buzzes, and you take a quick peek at the screen - Bucky has a meeting in half an hour. You sigh, capping the end of your highlighter and neatly organizing the stack of papers before you. You’d hoped that you didn’t have to bring work home with you again, but that probably was asking too much. 

The file containing information about today’s meeting and Bucky’s talking points are stored securely in the bottom drawer of your desk, which you pull out. You stand, clutching the file to your chest, smoothing out the folds of your skirt and tugging it so it’s properly mid-thigh. You grab your purse and stuff it with the rest of the paperwork you’d been working on, careful not to crease anything. 

Bucky’s at his desk when you peer through the glass, preparing his own notes for the meeting. Two quick raps at the door gather his attention, and he motions for you to enter when he sees it’s you. 

“You have a meeting in 30,” you tell him as you hand the file over to him.

“Thanks,” he gruffs, flipping through the pages. A sense of pride swells within you. You keep the door open as he grabs his stuff, letting it shut behind you as he walks through the office. 

You peruse through his schedule as you follow him to the town car. “After that you have lunch with Congresswomanman Diaz; she’s nice, her wife’s a preschool teacher and they have three kids.”

He leans his head back against the headrest, eyes closed, but you know he’s still listening. You’ve been working for Bucky since the start of his campaign, which was just about a year ago now. You were fresh out of grad-school, desperate for a job. You’d stumbled on an ad online, not expecting much. Imagine your surprise when you went in for the interview and it was freakin’ James Buchanan Barnes in front of you. 

(You’d almost squealed like a schoolgirl in front of him, but you kept your cool. You didn’t want your potential boss to know you had a crush on him when you were younger).

You’d landed the job and you’re here, a year later, helping keep him afloat and bridging the gap between him and his constituents. He’s a chill boss, lets you take the day off whenever you want (although, he has to kinda force you to take those breaks). He actually cares about the people of Brooklyn, fights for them. Listens to your advice, comes to you with questions. Trusts you to keep an eye on his cat, Alpine, when he’s on missions.

It’s a pretty solid gig.

“We’re here,” you announce as the car comes to a stop. He’s the first to hop out of, opening your door for you before you can even unbuckle yourself. You thank him as you step out, smoothing your skirt as you shoulder your bag on. 

Thankfully, his meeting goes by pretty smoothly. He follows your talking points and you’re able to sit on the side and take a couple of notes on your laptop. 

He drops you off at the office before his lunch with Congresswoman Diaz. You take the time to have a quick bite yourself before diving back into work.

It’s the end of the workday and the sun is setting. Bucky never came back from his lunch but you’re not surprised; he tends to go home after he’s had a meeting anyways. Most of the office headed out a bit early too, having finished their work. The office is quieter now, but you’ve just wrapped up the final stack of paperwork so you can finally head home with a clear mind and probably a good night’s rest.

The bus ride to your apartment in Bushwick is uneventful. You see a couple of familiar faces and give them polite smiles, but otherwise mind your business until you reach your stop.

When you enter the lobby, you find that the elevator is busted for like, the millionth time this month. You sigh. It could be worse; you’re on the third floor, which isn’t too bad. But you’ve been wearing these heels all day and they’re starting to pinch your feet. You trek along anyways, wincing until you reach the final step.

Your phone buzzes in your hand. It’s Joaquin, the Falcon (!!!) himself asking if you could relay a message to Bucky. You’re halfway through your message when you see it, sitting at your front door.

Alpine’s carrier. With Alpine in it, meowing at you.

Oh, you could kill Bucky. 

You hit send on your message to Joaquin. Muttering under your breath as you unlock your front door, picking up Alpine as you step into your apartment. You set her on your couch, opening her carrier and watching as she steps out and gives a big stretch, scratching up your furniture like she owns the place. 

The soft sound of nails along your floorboard makes your ears perk up. You feel Ladybug’s form pressing along your thighs, her body wiggling in excitement.

“Hi, Lady,” you coo, turning to greet her appropriately. She pants, wagging her tail in excitement.

You’d adopted her from the shelter not long after you began working for Bucky. A tiny black puppy, shivering in fear in the corner of her kennel. Unusual for a Lab. She pulled at your heartstrings and although you swore you wouldn’t take in a puppy, she had won you over. She’s been thriving at your side ever since.

Luckily, she was still a puppy when you started cat-sitting for Bucky, so she loves the cat like her own. Alpine tolerates her, but you don’t blame her. Ladybug can be a lot sometimes.

Unluckily for Bucky, you were going to murder him. 

Cat sitting Alpine was supposed to have been a one-time deal. Months ago, he had dropped the cat off at your doorstep with a bag of her food and nothing else. No note, no text. Nothing. You hadn’t even known he was dropping her off in the first place. You’d grown up with cats, so you knew how to care for her. So it was fine, in that aspect. Ladybug was a quick learner, so that wasn’t a problem either. 

What you did not appreciate, however, was the lack of communication from Bucky.

So, after a long day of writing emails and drafting up speeches for him, you were fed up. You (stupidly) had left your apartment and drove all the way to Downtown Manhattan, to the Watchtower. Because if he wasn’t at his apartment in Brooklyn, this was the next best guess.

And there he was, lounged up on the sofa with the other members of The New Avengers. Watching a goddamn movie.

But you didn’t see that; you saw red. You had torn Bucky a new one, right there, in front of everyone. Telling him how irresponsible it was, leaving his cat unattended on your doorstep. You, a new grad, tearing into the Winter Soldier himself. When the anger faded you had been mortified, mentally preparing for the worst. Fired. Killed. You were so embarrassed, you’d hoped it was the latter.

Alexei, the Red Guardian, had broken the silence with his booming laughter. “Oh, Winter Soldier, you are so shaken. Like little kitten left out in the cold. Never seen you so scared.” He’d wiped a tear from his eye, body still shaking with laughter. “That was good.”

Bucky had explained to you he had a mission the next day, and didn’t have anyone to watch Alpine. It had slipped his mind. He promised to never do that again, and you kept your job (somehow). 

He hadn’t done it again. Until now.

You should probably let it go. Would, normally. But you’re running on fumes and obviously not thinking clearly because somehow you’ve found yourself at the Watchtower. Again.

You tap your foot impatiently as the elevator brings you to their common room. You can already see him now, sprawled out on the couch sipping on a beer. And if he wasn’t there then you’d march to his bedroom and give him a piece of your mind.

“Barnes,” you fumed as you step out, “what have I told you about -”

You pause. Bucky’s not here. But the figure on the couch jumps at your entrance and turns to you with wide eyes.

“H-hey. Hi,” Bob stutters out, “you’re - wow, um - you’re here.” He stands up and picks up the remote from somewhere on the couch and pauses the movie he’s watching.

Your shoulders drop, and a smile replaces the frown you’d been sporting. “Hey, Bob,” you greet sweetly. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you. I was…looking for Bucky. He left Alpine at my place. Without telling me. Again.”

Bob gives you a nod, understanding. He had been there the first time you blew up on Bucky. Kinda hard to forget. But you’d been so terrified afterwards that you didn’t really pay much attention to your surroundings. 

But then he was kinda always there, not that you minded. A little awkward, but always so kind to you. Cute, too, which was definitely a bonus. Had that nerdy white boy charm that you definitely fell victim to many times in your life. You’d climb him like a tree if he let you.

You haven’t spent that much one-on-one time with him, given your job. And him being a superhero-in-training, or whatever limbo he’s in right now. But the time you have spent with him showed you he was thoughtful, caring. Came to visit Bucky a few times, bringing snacks for him and the whole office. He’d always sneak in a couple more of your favorites, for you to take home and enjoy later, which you were ever so grateful for. 

Sometimes you’d come by the tower, to drop off Bucky’s dry cleaning or an important file he’d left on the desk that he’d need for tomorrow morning’s meeting. And Bob would be there, either in the kitchen whipping up something to eat or by the bookshelf by the floor-to-ceiling windows, sitting on a beanbag chair you’re sure Bucky had you buy. He’d always stop what he was doing, wave to you shyly and pair it with a ‘hi’.

You’re aware of what he’s done. What he…is. A man with more power than the Avengers combined. The guy who made the entire island of Manhattan experience their worst nightmares on repeat. The Blackout.

But you look at him now, in his dark grey sweats and black oversized pullover and a messy head of brown curls and…you can’t see anyone else but Bob. Sweet, soft-spoken Bob.

“He’s not here. They, uh, left. Last minute mission. It’s - it’s just me.” His lips curl up into a smile, but he ducks his head down as if he’s afraid to look at you. You don’t blame him, you kinda stormed in like a bat out of hell.

You sigh, shifting on your feet. You ran all the way over here (lie, you drove here) to give Bucky hell and he’s not even here. And now you’re standing in front of Bob, in your work uniform, probably looking like a lunatic. Ugh. “Any chance he’s coming back soon enough for me to kick his ass?”

That gets a laugh out of him. “I dunno. Maybe. But he’s probably realized by now what he did, right? So he might not be back tonight if he knows that - that you’ll…kick his ass.” You laugh, bringing up a hand to cover your mouth. You don’t see the starry-eyed look Bob sends your way.

You glance down at the time on your watch. It’s getting pretty late. You can kick Bucky’s ass another time, right.

“I should -”

“Did you wanna - sorry, sorry,” he winces, “I didn’t mean to cut you off.”

You shake your head. “No, it’s - you’re fine. Go ahead.”

He takes a minute to respond, looking scared shitless. He wrings his hands together for a bit before he finally says something. “Did you, um, wanna…wanna watch a movie? With - with me?” 

You should probably say no, tell him you have to head back and watch Alpine (even though she’s so self-dependent, you doubt she really needs you) and Ladybug (who’s probably asleep). Tell him you have work to do (which you don’t). That you have work tomorrow (true, but you have a late start). 

This isn’t…appropriate. You think. He’s your boss’ friend. Slash coworker? Which makes him, like, your boss-in-law? Or your boss once-removed. Well, whatever he is, it has to be inappropriate, right? That whole don’t shit where you eat rule definitely has to apply here somewhere.

You take too long to respond, which causes him to back track. He rubs the back of his neck anxiously and adopts a pained expression. “Sorry. That’s - that’s probably weird. You can say no, I was just - I figured that if you came all - all this way, we could -”

“Yes,” you blurt out. He blinks rapidly at your response, unsure if he heard you right. “Yes, I’ll - we can watch. A movie. I don’t - it’s not weird.” Just probably illegal somehow, but you don’t tell him that. You felt bad, what were you supposed to do? Look him in his sad blue eyes and tell him no? You’re not a monster.

You walk over to the couch, your heels clicking softly on the floor. You settle in the spot next to him, on his right side, toeing off your heels as you make yourself comfortable. You almost cry in relief.

Bob sits back down, blanket in his lap as he quietly resumes the movie. The soft light of the TV casts flickering light around the room. Pulp Fiction; a classic. You’d seen it once or twice, enough to know the plot to a degree. Which helps, because your heart is beating out of your chest right now and if Bob were to ask your opinion on the movie you could choke out a believable response. 

Again, cute nerdy guy. Need you say more?

He’s so warm, you could feel his body heat radiating off of him from a foot away. You want to lean into it - lean into him. Your skin feels like it’s buzzing, itching. You shuffle a bit, which catches his attention. He wordlessly shifts in his seat, sitting just a hair closer to you so he can drape the blanket over your stocking covered legs. You feel your face heat up, but thank him regardless. You probably should’ve thrown on a change of clothes before coming here. 

You lean back against the cushions, glancing at him from your peripheral. He’s completely absorbed in the movie, eyes unblinking. You swear you see his eyes sparkle, so you’re glad he’s having a good time.

You think back to the last time you saw Bob. 

It was a couple of weeks ago, at a Gala thrown by Valentina. You were forced invited by Bucky to be his plus-one. It wasn’t exactly your forté, per say. You didn’t like parties all that much - at least, not the stiff, boring ones thrown by people with way too much money. You’d lost sight of Bucky halfway through, which left you alone. In a room full of people you didn’t know.

Fun. 

So you’d sat at a random table, far off from the crowd as you waited for the night to wrap up. Picking at your nails, trying to fight the urge to bite off your press-on’s. Then Bob showed up, in a fitted black and white suit. His hair gelled back, but a few stray curls lay perfectly on his forehead. He cleaned up nicely. 

He took a seat next to you, his lips quirking up into a shy grin. You return one to him, happy to have company. Happy it’s him sitting next to you. 

“You look pretty,” he muttered, rubbing his hands together nervously. You look down at your dress: a black, thin-strapped, square-neck bodice paired with an A-line skirt that brushes along the floor, even with your heels. You feel a rush of heat over your face, flustered.

“Thanks,” you whispered, chewing on your lip in thought. You nudge his knee with yours. “You look nice, too.”

He’d asked you to dance, which you said yes to. He was a pretty good dancer, to your surprise. Never stepped on your feet and kept his hand respectfully on your waist, never straying too high nor too low. It was…nice. Really nice.

And now you’re here, sitting next to him, wondering if he can hear your heart pounding, because you sure can. You can also feel a flutter in your stomach, which. Okay. Not like you’re nervous as it is already. You lean your head back on the couch, angling it so your head is tilted towards him

He chuckles at something that happens on screen and you copy him with one of your own, but it feels empty even to you. You steal another glance, surprised to see that he’s already looking at you.

“Hi,” you whisper softly.

“Hey,” he returns, just as quiet. He looks back at the TV, finding the remote to lower the volume a bit, then leans back on the couch, mirroring your position. He leans on his side, head propped up by the cushions. “I haven’t…haven’t seen you since the party.”

You trace along the pattern of the couch. “Yeah. It’s been a busy month. Lots of paperwork, trying to keep Bucky on track.”

His eyes flicker down to your lips, just for a second. It’s…probably just the reflection from the TV. You both hold each other’s gaze for a moment, the world around you turning to static. The conversation lulls into a tense silence, and you find your breath hitching in your throat. Bob’s expression shifts; his teeth catching his bottom lip. It’s your turn to stare now, blinking back up at him dumbly.

He shifts the tiniest bit more, his knee knocking against yours. 

“Sorry if - if the movie is boring you. I can change it,” but he makes no move for the remote. Keeps his eyes on yours. You trace the flush that develops across his cheeks, down his neck, across his ears. Cute.

You lick your bottom lip. He traces the movement with his eyes. Oh. Okay, so maybe not a trick of the light. You should…probably nip this in the bud. This has to be crossing some sort of professional boundary. Or something, you’re not sure. Bob moves in a little bit closer and it’s kind of hard to think clearly right now. The scent of bergamot overwhelms you.

He raises a hand hesitantly, cups the side of your face tenderly. Rubs your cheekbone with his rough, calloused thumb. Traces it along your cheek, down to your jaw. He cups the back of your neck, stroking your jaw gently. You’re sure he can feel the heat radiating off of your face by now. You bite your lower lip and he follows it again.

He hesitates for a moment, as if weighing his words carefully. “Can I,” he takes in a shuddering breath, “can I kiss you?”

“Yes,” you all but whine. 

He leans in, his lips brushing softly against yours. The kiss is tentative at first, the sudden rush of warmth making a gasp get stuck in your throat. His lips are soft, firm. His nose nudges against yours. 

You kiss him back, just as eagerly, lips moving against his. Your hand finds purchase on his side, your fingertips grazing along the fabric. You lean into him, the warmth of his lips igniting something within you. Your hand travels up and finds its way into the curls that lay nestled at the nape of his neck. He melts, groaning into your mouth, sliding his hand from your jaw to your waist, his pinky stroking your waist. He pulls you in closer, fingers pressing into your skin. Lips pressing harder against yours.

“You’re so pretty,” he whispers against your lips, “so so pretty.” He tilts his head, deepening the kiss. The softness gives way to a passionate, hungry intensity that makes you breathless.

“Bob,” you gasp, placing a hand on his chest. You’re starting to get a crick in your neck, but you don’t want to stop kissing him.

“Mm?” he muffles, reaching up to place a hand between your shoulder blades, urging you to fall into him. 

You push away from him, his lips chasing after yours. He breathes heavily, eyes searching yours.

“I’m - I’m sorry,” he stutters, “was that too much? I -” The words die in his throat as you climb onto his lap, your legs straddling his. The blanket tossed onto the ground. His large hands come up to your waist and steady you. 

You wrap both arms around his neck as you pull him in for another kiss, tilting his head back. You feel his lips moving against yours, with a need that mirrors your own. Your fingers find their way into his hair, and his grip on your waist tightens, pulling you even closer. 

He bites your lip and tugs on it, sucking on it. You open your mouth to let out a gasp, and he takes this as an opportunity to lick into your mouth. He groans at the taste of you, pulling you in closer. Heat starts to blossom in your belly. You feel your skirt riding up your thighs but you can’t be bothered to care right now.

The kiss becomes frantic, wild. His hands have traveled lower, one firmly on your thigh, his thumb rubbing the bit of skin that’s been exposed, while the other is at the junction where your hip meets your thigh. 

“Wanted you for so long,” he pulls away to leave a trail of wet kisses along your jaw, down to your neck. Your hands roam over his broad shoulders, your head leaning against his as you try to catch your breath. You don’t know where he’s gotten this confidence but you are not one to complain.

Bob pulls back and cups your face again, his thumb tracing along your kiss-swollen lips. You give his thumb a tiny peck and he groans, pulling you back in for another kiss. Your giggle morphs into a moan, which prompts him to kiss you with even more fervor.

The sound of the movie continues to play softly in the background, but you’re lost in your own world, blurring with every kiss. You can feel Bob’s hands exploring, tracing light patterns along your back as he pulls you even closer, your chest firmly against his. The heat in your belly is starting to simmer, travel; you can feel it all the way down to your fingertips.

You felt a surge of boldness take over. You press yourself against him, your hips meeting his. A playful teasing of your hips against his makes him whine, which you find that you like very much. Like, a lot. His hands grip the skin of your thighs, right where your stockings end. Right where he can feel the flesh of your thighs.

Bob feels like he’s fucking dreaming.

“Please,” he whimpers against your lips, his breathing uneven and desperate. You give another roll of your hips, relishing in the way he throws his head back against the couch and lets out a pained groan. You stamp wet, loving kisses along the side of his throat, biting down at the junction of his neck. His grip on your thighs tightens, bruising. Encourages your hips to continue that delicious rhythm against his. 

You can feel him, below you. Hard, straining against his sweats. Thick. It makes you gasp, stuttering in your movements. The ache between your thighs is becoming unbearable. You press down on him and Bob groans like you’ve killed him.

“Fuck, you’re killing me,” well, maybe you are. His eyes are squeezed shut, jaw clenched as he breathes harshly through his nose. You study his face for a bit; he’s got nice, long lashes. Fluttering against his cheeks. You roll your hips again.

You squeal as the world seems to turn on its axis, your back meeting the soft cushion of the couch. Feel Bob settle between your legs, your calves pressed against his hips. He’s leaning on his forearms, caging your head between them. Your eyes catch his and you watch in wonder as his irises seem to have a golden hue around them.

“Hi,” you giggle.

“Hey,” he parrots back. Brushes a strand of your hair out of your face. Leaves tiny pecks across your forehead, your cheeks, your lips. Pulls you into another kiss - sweeter, this time, but passionate all the same. You sigh, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He starts to grind against you, the head of his cock catching against your clit. You whine, your fingers digging into his shoulders. He buries his head into the crook of your neck, panting against your skin.

This is so risky. Too risky. Anyone could come back at any second. You could - you could lose your job over this. Maybe. Probably. Hooking up with your boss’ friend is grounds for termination, right? You’d die if Bucky saw you like this.

Bob circles his hips, his length dragging alongside your cunt. Whatever thoughts you were having disappear, too caught up in the pleasure. The friction of his sweatpants against your lacy boyshorts makes you gasp, has you wrapping your legs tighter around him, pulling him closer.

Your hand trails down, rubs along the small of his back. You push up the pullover, your fingers meeting his warm skin. His hips stutter, but continue grinding against you. The couch squeaks quietly beneath you. You can feel just how wet your underwear has gotten, sticky and cold against you. It’s filthy. He’s making a mess of you and you haven’t even taken your clothes off.

You trace along the skin of his defined back. Brush along the ridges of his abdomen, nails catching along his abs. Jesus, sleeper build much? The contact makes Bob moan, and he licks a strip up your neck, biting down and sucking at the skin.

“Bob,” you sob, scrunching your eyes in pleasure as he circles his hips just the right way, “fuck, please. Please.”

He whines, leaving a kiss where he’s left a mark on you and pulling you in for a desperate kiss. You feel his cock throb against your cunt.

“I’ll take care of you, baby, I promise,” his lips brush over yours. His hips jerk desperately, losing the steady pace. He’s becoming frantic. “Dreamt of this for so long. Dreamt of you,” he confesses. You whine, feeling yourself clench around nothing, your thighs trembling.

“Mmph, Bob, Bob,” your fingers weave against his curls, pulling tightly. You feel it building up, the pressure threatening to snap. He’s hard, aching. You’re sure he’s feeling it too. “Fuck. Fuck me, I’m -”

His cock catches on your clit again and you lose it. Your squeal is muffled by his lips smothering yours, your body shuddering as your orgasm wrecks through you. Your thighs clamp around him, your hips canting to help him reach his. He reaches under you and pushes you towards his cock, his hand on the small of your back. Soft, broken whines leave you as he grinds his hips faster against you. It’s - it’s almost too much. 

“You’re so perfect,” he pants. “Fuck,” he chokes out another groan, longer this time, and his hips start to slow down. Ducks his head into your neck and whimpers so loud you could come at the sound of it. You look down and - fuck, that’s so embarrassing. His sweatpants have a wet spot against him, courtesy of you. But you see a little wet spot where the head of his cock is and a sense of pride swells within you.

He presses his lips against you again, slower this time. Like he’s savoring it. He meets your lips again, pushes his tongue in, licking along the roof of your mouth. You moan, nails digging into his shoulders. You feel a bit of drool sliding down your face but he wipes it along your cheek. 

Fuck. He’s so hot it’s ridiculous. 

“M’sorry,” he says through kisses, “if it was, mmph, too - too much,” he sucks on your bottom lip again, making you whimper “did it - did it feel good?”

You could kill him. Here you are, trembling from the aftershocks of your orgasm and he’s asking you if it felt good? 

God. It makes you wanna kiss the shit out of him.

You nod against his lips, tugging his face closer to yours. “Mm-hm,” you add, sucking on his tongue. 

He looks like he’s just about ready to make a mess of you again when the elevator dings. He freezes, meeting your bewildered gaze. You spring away from each other, him wiping his face and finding a pillow to hide the mess on his lap, you pulling down your skirt and trying to make yourself look more presentable. But it's too late.

"Hey Bob, Valentina said to - OH MY GOD," Mel hollered, bringing up her clipboard to hide the scene before her. You know you look a mess, swollen lips and mussed up clothes. Bob is no better, face entirely red and refusing to look anyone in the eyes, staring at the TV like the movie didn't end a while ago. "This isn't happening, this isn't happening," you hear Mel mutter to herself. You'd laugh under different circumstances.

Well now you've got nothing to lose. You grab your heels off the floor and scurry to the elevator, apologizing to Mel as you pass her. You press the button that'll take you to the garage. Bob's eyes never leave yours, his hand in front of him like he'd tried to reach out and grab you. The doors close and you give him a pathetic wave, and you have just enough time to see him return it.

You lean against the railing of the elevator, heart racing and toes still tingling.

Fuck. What did you just do?

[jo-speaks]

SPORTS CAR

~ INSPIRED BY TATE MCRAE'S 'SPORTS CAR'~

overview: a loss doesn't always lead to a bad night.

warnings: MDNI. semi-public sex, oral (fem! receiving), orgasm denial, p in v, etc.

~

note: i apologize for my absence in the month :( i got surgery for my acl and just got over the flu. but i really really hope this makes up for it!

You leaned against Quinn’s car, a new Porsche Cayenne he had gotten a few days ago. It was a silly purchase in your opinion, his old car being only months old. 

The parking lot in Rogers Arena was surprisingly quiet, only a few scattered security guards and players heading to their cars filling the space. Quinn was always one of the last people to leave the building, most likely talking to coaches and his teammates, making sure they’re okay. Tonight’s game had ended in a loss, but he knew better than anyone of those silent battles that can come after a night like this.

The thought alone had your stomach filling with butterflies. Quinn knew how to take care of his team, his family, and especially you. He knew where to touch you, where to kiss you, where to-

“Sweetheart?” Quinn’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts, his hand resting on the small of your back.

You blinked, looking up at him. “Hey.”

He smiled. “You alright? You looked lost in thought.”

“I'm great, just a bit tired after tonight.”

Quinn nodded, taking his keys out of his pocket and unlocking the trunk, throwing his hockey bag mindlessly before making his way back to you and opening your door. You got settled in as he rounded the car, joining you inside. 

He started the car up immediately, rolling the windows down slightly. Instead of driving straight out of the lot, he let out an exhausted sigh, his head falling back on his headrest. His body slumped visibly, stress lingering in his muscles regardless. 

“Q?” You asked, your tone light and soft. “Do you want me to drive?”

His eyes blinked open, his head tilting to look over at you. “No, I just need a minute. M’ exhausted. 

You nodded, reaching over his body to recline his seat back. The positioning was closer than you had intended, your cheek pressed to the zipper of his dress pants, the warmth of his closed cock seeping through. Quinn’s breath hitched, his hand coming up to stop you from sending his seat back any further. You peeked up at him through your lashes, warmth coursing through your body. 

“Get in the back.” He mumbled, his voice barely audible as he pushed your shoulder gently, shutting off the engine.

Your mind barely processed his words, but it reacted regardless. Before you could even think about it, you were lifting yourself up, crawling quickly into the back, Quinn following suit. No words were spoken before he pulled you into his lap, his lips finding yours immediately. A moan slipped past your lips, the shift in mood catching you off guard.

His kisses trailed down your skin, his hand coming up to move the collar of your jersey so he could leave less visible marks. The warmth of his mouth on your bare skin had your mind reeling, the only thought roaming your head being how much you needed him. 

You rutted your hips against his, the warmth of his cock seeping through his dress pants. He let out a soft groan against your mouth, allowing your tongue to slip in, starting a battle for dominance he would never let you win. At least not tonight. 

“Q,” You mumbled against his lips, “Take me home.”

His hand came up to grip your hair, pulling you away from his face. His eyes were hooded as he looked up at you, a gleam in them that told you exactly what he was thinking. “No. We’re doing this here.”

The tint on his windows wasn’t dark at all, leaving no place to hide if someone randomly decided to walk past his car. With the windows down slightly, being caught was a huge risk.

But Quinn didn’t care. Why would he?

With you on his lap, your hips mindlessly grinding against his clothed cock was the only thing he was thinking about. If someone saw… then they’d be getting a hell of a show. 

His hands came up to hold your hips, shifting you off his lap and laying you down across the seats. He was in no rush, taking his sweet time unbuttoning your pants and sliding them down your legs. Quinn knew you normally didn’t care to put much thought into what you wore to his games, but he also knew he could always count on finding a surprise underneath whenever it came off. 

Tonight was no different. Your navy sweatpants, matching the navy lace panties that hid behind them caused a smirk to grow on your boyfriend’s face. He pulled them all the way off before readjusting you to sit up in the seat, finding himself on his knees in front of you faster than your head could process.

You looked up, your eyes wandering to what was going on outside the car. People were beginning to stream out of the building now, many recognizable faces making their way to their parked cars. 

A soft yelp slipped past your lips as you felt a nibble on your clothed clit, your worried eyes coming down to meet Quinn’s.

“Eyes on me, sweetheart.” He whispered, tongue slipping out to lick over the damp cloth. 

Your hand instinctively came to hold his hair, water droplets coating your hand as you felt the aftermath of his quick locker room shower. The feeling of his tongue against you was heavenly, your eyes fluttering shut.

Quinn sighed as he felt your body slowly relaxing, his fingers coming up to move the barrier out from in between his mouth and your pussy. He didn’t waste a second, his previous soft kisses turning into messy movements that filled the car with wet sounds. You brought your free hand up to your mouth in a pathetic attempt to contain your moans, trying your hardest to keep from being too loud. 

He wasn’t having any of this. Without stopping his movements, he reached up, tugging at your wrist. Shifting your hand, he intertwined his fingers with yours, giving you a reassuring squeeze. 

“I’ve got you, baby. Let me hear you.” He spoke, the feeling of him speaking against you sending all your worries out the partially cracked window.

Noises spilt out of you left and right, your grip on his hair encouraging him to speed up. Quinn had never been the best at giving head, but the enthusiasm he never failed to have when given the opportunity made it something you always desired. 

The feeling of his nose rubbing against your clit as he tongue licked anywhere it could find had your orgasm creeping up on you, the tight feeling in your stomach slowly becoming overwhelming. 

You rocked your hips against his face, squeezing his hand every time you felt the tip of his tongue prodding at your entrance. “Quinn…”

He didn’t pull away to speak, his non-verbal answer being giving you that relief and slipping his tongue inside of you, the bridge of his nose pressing against your bud. 

The moan that escaped you was sinful, your thighs trapping his head in between your legs as you pushed his face closer to your core. Quinn let out a noise, the vibrations coursing though you like you’d been shocked. 

“Shit, Q!” You cried, fingers tugging at his curls, “M’so close.”

You could feel the grin appear on his face, pride soaring through the roof. His mouth moved impossibly faster, the speed overwhelming your body as you felt the knot in your stomach about to snap.

Quinn knew the signs. The way your legs tensed, the way your hand squeezed his, and your fingers tightened their grip. He knew. 

He knew, yet he still pulled away, denying you of that feeling of pure bliss and denying himself the feeling of your mess all over his face. 

Your eyes snapped open, eyebrows knitting together as your mouth fell open. Quinn’s eyes met yours, a look of utter distraught on your face almost making him regret his decision. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the tears pooling in your eyes, a whimper escaping you as you looked down at him.

“I’ve got you, baby. Don’t worry.” He soothed, bringing himself up to sit in the middle of the back seats.

You watched him attentively as he undid his pants, pulling them and his boxers down to his ankles. He shifted his attention back to you, sliding your panties off completely before pulling you up on his lap.

He slapped his length against you briefly before lining up with you, slowly bringing you down inch by inch. Your jaw fell slack, the feeling of him inside you almost making you cum instantly. Quinn was no different; his gaze entranced on the way you took him so well, soft noises coming from his throat.  

“You’re so big, Q.” You moaned, your body being the first to move as you lifted your hips slowly. 

The feeling made Quinn snap out of his daze, his grip pulling you back down, wanton moans spilling out of both of you. You could feel every ridge and vein dragging inside of you, your walls instinctively tightening around him. 

“Don’t.” He groaned, “Don’t squeeze me like that. Gonna make me cum.”

Quinn took full control of your movements, the tips of his fingers digging into your soft flesh as he moved your hips up and down, his own thrusting up to meet you halfway. Any thought of being seen became non-existent; the only thing you could both think of was how neither of you wanted this to end. 

Your throat felt sore as your nosies became increasingly louder, your head dropping to Quinn’s shoulder, your teeth getting a grip on his dress shirt, effectively soaking the fabric. 

He threw his head back, his eyes slowly shutting as he let himself become embraced in the moment. He could feel himself getting close, his movement becoming more and more pointed as he drilled into you. It was overwhelming the way you felt around him. Like you were made to take him this well.

You were dazed, your grip slightly loosening on his hair. Your brain felt melted, body becoming so overwhelmed with pleasure as if this was the only thing you were meant to do. The only things you could process were the sounds of pleasure filling the car – both yours and his – and the wet sound of his cock pounding into you. Quinn could tell your mind was slipping away from you, but he could feel how close you were, and he needed to make sure you were one hundred percent with him before he could let that happen.

He turned his head, his lips close to your ear. “Baby, stay with me. Need you to let go for me, yeah?”

That alone was enough to bring you back. Suddenly, the pleasure you were feeling increased so much that you were squealing, your fingers tugging harshly at his hair, causing a loud groan to come from him. 

“Please, Q.” You sobbed, “Please can I cum?”

The desperation in your voice had Quinn digging his fingers into your thighs, nodding his head frantically before finding your lips, “Give it to me, sweet girl. Cum with me.”

His hips lifted off the leather, a loud groan echoing within the car as his cum spurted into you, filling you to the brim. With one harsh final thrust, your vision went spotty, your release coating Quinn’s thighs as you did your best to keep your whimper as quiet as it could be without screaming.

You were both panting into each other’s mouths, sweat thinly covering your foreheads. You composed yourself first, pulling your mind in enough to kiss him. He followed shortly after, your lips moving in tandem as you both came to.

He pulled away first, not going far, but just enough to speak. “Is that my reward for losing tonight?”

A soft laugh slipped past you, a warm smile rising on your face. “It could be. Or…” Your finger came around to tuck a loose strand of hair out of his eyes. “You could get a little something more at home.”

Quinn’s eyes widened. “Yeah? And what would that be?”

You smirked. “Let’s go find out, hm?”

[heirofnight]

it's the shadows

pairing: azriel x reader (heavily), cassian x reader, rhysand x reader

word count: 1.2k (i intended for this to be a drabble but i can't ever shut the hell up)

summary: reader is close friends with az, cass, and rhys, but is very obviously pining for azriel. the four of you are drunk and cassian just has to know which one of them would be the best in bed. sexual tension ensues. duh.

while this entire debate was absolutely ridiculous - one may argue even downright childish - you couldn't stop the grin that was spreading across your cheeks.

you couldn't remember the last time you'd laughed this hard. your stomach was aching, cheeks sore. dried tears were collecting at the corners of your eyes. there'd be a lull in the conversation, a period of time that allowed all of you to calm down and collect yourselves, before you'd inevitably meet one of their mischievous gazes and fits of laughter would begin all over again.

"seriously, y/n?," cassian inquired, voice booming. you snorted at his dumbfounded expression, at the fact that the four of you had finally calmed down, just for cass to loop back to the topic that had you all howling in laughter in the first place.

"azriel?," he continued, pointer finger gesturing towards the male sitting opposite from you in the sitting room. cassian had a half-full wine glass in his large hand, the liquid sloshing around precariously as he motioned in the shadowsinger's direction. "the motherfucker doesn't even speak!," he finished, causing you to erupt in another alcohol-induced fit of giggles.

azriel smiled warmly at the sight, shaking his head in mock exasperation at his brother's disbelief. az took a sip from the glass of wine he'd been nursing at a much slower pace compared to the rest of you.

rhys chuckled now, sitting alongside cassian on the plush sofa. he shoved the war general on his broad shoulder playfully, gesturing towards azriel himself, "he doesn't need to speak in this particular scenario, brother," he purred, his own wine sloshing within his grip.

azriel's cheeks tinted red at the implication, shifting his gaze down to his lap to hide a dimpled smirk.

"and see, that's what i'm saying," you added, throwing your hands up in agreement. you sat on the floor, upon the cushioned carpet that spread throughout the sitting room. you glanced up at azriel, a fond smile playing across your lips as you met his bashful gaze.

"he doesn't need to use words, cassian. i stand by my original statement: azriel is absolutely the most capable male in bed out of the three of you," you couldn't even finish the sentence without giggling, awestruck at cassian's ability to always turn the conversation back to this topic in particular.

you'd been close to all three of them for so long, and cassian - with his overly-competitive nature - just had to know, from a female's perspective, which male you thought would be the best in the bedroom. even though your answer was always the same: azriel.

was it because you may have been harboring feelings for the aforementioned male? perhaps. however, you didn't need to be pining after him to come to that conclusion; it felt like the obvious choice, regardless.

azriel glanced over at you with silent pride flooding his gaze, and you winked at him playfully in response. "i've got your back, az," you slurred, alcohol heavy in your veins. you reached over to poke him in the kneecap gently, and he huffed out a laugh.

"thank you, sweet," he spoke, tone gravelly, and you felt your chest grow fuzzy at the nickname he reserved just for you.

"oh, come ON," cassian scoffed, rolling his eyes dramatically. rhys barked out a laugh, tossing his head back against the headrest of the quilted couch.

you laughed along with rhys, sitting closer to azriel's legs now. az reached down, smoothing a section of your hair that had grown disheveled during your laughing fits throughout the evening. you were hyper-aware of his touch, and currants of electricity shot down your spine as the contact mixed with the wine in your system.

"i'm going to go out on a limb here," cassian started, pausing to take a sip from his glass. you rolled your eyes, bracing yourself for the familiar statement preparing to spill from his lips. "and i'm going to say that your opinion on this particular topic is heavily biased," he finished, knowing hazel eyes glancing from you, up to azriel, and back down to you.

you groaned in mock annoyance, flipping your hand in a dismissive gesture.

"yeah, yeah, cass, i know," you huffed out a breath, narrowing your eyes, "you're so convinced that i want to be in azriel's bed," you finished, pausing for dramatic effect before speaking further. cassian scoffed, his eyes widening slightly as if to say duh.

the alcohol was making you feel bolder than normal, and honestly, it's not like you were completely shy about your attraction towards azriel. it was a commonly known fact, one that all of you tended to play into from time to time - an inside joke, a bit.

however, while the attraction was known, you'd never confessed to any of them your very real feelings for azriel. that aspect wasn't a joke to you in the slightest.

"it's the shadows," you deadpanned, shrugging your shoulders sloppily.

cassian and rhys paused for a moment, absorbing your statement. then, they both erupted into howling laughter, and you weren't far behind them. you heard azriel's low chuckle from where he sat behind you, and he sent one of those mentioned shadows from within his twining orbit to twirl through your hair playfully.

cassian collected himself, shaking his head as he wiped his eyes.

"what kind of shit are you into, y/n?," cass wheezed out, and rhys laughed harder at his follow-up question.

you sniffled, wiping your own eyes before responding, "i mean, you really cannot blame me," you mused, gesturing towards azriel once more, "have you really not stopped to consider this at all?," you widened your eyes, stunned.

as if to prove a point, you turned your head towards azriel, locking your curious eyes with his amused ones.

"azriel, have you or have you not used your shadows on someone during sex?," you asked, extremely forward.

he almost choked at the question, cheeks turning crimson. cassian and rhys resumed their howling, but you peered at him expectantly.

he couldn't deny you an answer, not when you looked at him like that - innocent-looking wide eyes, cheeks pink from the wine. and was there a large, screaming part of him that wanted to entice you with his bedroom habits?

perhaps.

he nodded once, a dimpled smirk appearing across his pink cheeks.

"i have," he spoke, deep voice cutting through the laughter.

everyone paused at his words - you'd all half-expected him to evade the question altogether. but here he was, divulging life-altering, world-ending information that had your brain short-circuiting in one fatal blow.

the silence was deafeningly loud, and your expression shifted in a way that had azriel knowing exactly what you were thinking. your eyes had widened and glossed over, your mouth was agape. his smirk grew, forming into something more playful.

and to prove his point, he sent one more shadow your way to lightly twirl through your fingers and caress up your arm, looping around your neck gently.

cass sent a low whistle into the dead silence of the room, croaking out a laugh. "well, fuck, az," he chuckled, downing the rest of his drink.

"you win," cassian added, awestruck - shaking his head in defeat.

you didn't even hear what was happening around you, too focused on azriel - his darkened gaze as he peered down at you, and the feeling of that tendril of shadow tightening around your throat in silent challenge.

a/n: i'm so sorry. i'm spamming u with all of these ideas but hear me out, i have to get them out immediately. pls don't hate me. but this one had me sweating lmfao. sucker for sexual tension as always!!!

[withwritersblock]

More Hearts Than Mine-Luke Gets Injured

~More Hearts Than Mine by Ingrid Andress~

Author's Note: a little delayed since he is back playing but anyways Summary: Y/N takes care of Luke after he gets injured Warnings: implied smut Word Count: 1,619

Her schedule was starting to get overwhelming, she decided to take a few more credits this semester to try and graduate a semester early. It was only week two in the semester and she’s already spent majority of her time at the campus library studying.

Usually, her phone would be on silent as she was studying. She was always desperate to focus. It was only noon and she was finished with her classes for the day but she wanted to get ahead on her work for the week.

Reluctantly she pulled her phone from her pocket to see a handful of missed calls from Jack. It was weird for him to text her, let alone call her multiple times. Without hesitation she quickly called him back. Jack answered after a few rings.

“What’s wrong? Is Luke alright?” she whispered as she glanced around her.

“He’s fine, but he busted his shoulder at practice. It’s not great, he’s on a shit load of meds, I’ll take his car back to ya’lls place tonight, can you come pick him up?” Jack explained in what seemed like on big long word. Her eyes widened as she quickly shut her computer, she rested her phone between her shoulder and her ear. 

“How bad is it?” she whispered as she shoved her computer into her bag as she stood up and started walking towards the exit. 

“Don’t know yet, he’s getting a scan right now.” Jack muttered, sounded like there was a lot of shuffling on his end of the phone.

“Jack?” she questioned as she stepped out of the library, luckily her car was parked close enough to where she could leave in the matter of minutes. 

“Y-yeah?” he let out as he got closer to the phone.

“A scan is probably not a good sign, right?” she asked. He hummed on his end of the phone.

The drive over to the practice rink felt like eternity but it was only fifteen minutes. Jack tends to get over protective of Luke, so it very well could be nothing. But she wanted to see Luke regardless.

She hopped out of the car instantly to see Jack talking with Nico outside the player entrance door. Jack’s eyes widened once he saw her walking towards him. “He’s inside,” he explained as he took a few steps back towards the door.

“Hey Y/N,” Nico muttered as he smiled politely towards her. She smiled towards him as she followed Jack inside. “He’s a little loopy,” Nico explained as he followed after them. Y/N nodded as she followed down the hallway. Jack turned and entered a room that was brightly lit. 

Luke lifted his head up as if he was drunk. His eyes widened and a sleepy grin formed to his lips. “Girlfriend,” he mumbled before he tilted his head back against the seat.

Y/N smiled as she walked towards him. The team’s doctor stood beside him. “Doesn’t look like he’ll need surgery,” he said reassuringly. Y/N nodded as she rested her hand onto Luke’s arm that was not in a sling. 

“He’ll just need lots of rest, the pain killers he’s on right now are only for today and tomorrow. He’ll just use over the counter until he doesn’t need it anymore,” the doctor explained as he handed Y/N the pill bottle with only two pills in it. She nodded as she shoved the bottle into her purse.

“Alright, can you guys help me get him into my car.” Y/N explained. Jack and Nico took a hold of Luke, cautious on his shoulder, and started guiding him out of hte room.

“God, I’m getting flashbacks to the Zach Bryan concert,” Jack muttered as he guided Luke out of the facility. 

“Oh don’t remind me of that,” Y/N said while laughing as she followed after the boys.

They managed to get Luke into the passenger seat of the car, the medication was a lot stronger than Luke thought they were going to be. He tilted his head back against the headrest. Jack shut the door on him, a chuckle leaving his lips in the process.

“I’ll drive his car back to your guys’ place, so I can help you get him inside.” Jack explained. Y/N nodded as she took in a long breath.

“Thank you, Jack,” she mumbled as she met his eye, taking a deep breath in the process. He nodded as he jogged towards Luke’s car a few parking spaces away.

Y/N jogged around towards the driver seat of her car and she dropped down into the seat. “You alright?” she asked him. He opened his eyes slowly, glancing down towards his arm.

“They said I’ll be out for only a few regular season games,” he mumbled, tilting his head to the side to meet her gaze. She put the key in the ignition as she met his eye. 

“That’s good to hear, my love,” she mumbled. He smiled towards her as he shut his eyes. 

“Damn, I’m fucking tired,” he muttered.

~~~

The next morning, Luke was sleeping in late, his shoulder in a sling. He struggled to get comfortable for majority of the night but he was finally sleeping comfortably. Y/N stood in the kitchen making breakfast, knowing that he would be starving the second he wakes up. 

She was swaying back and forth to the country music playing through their tiny speaker. She hummed along to the song as she poured the protein pancake batter onto the skillet watching it immediately start to bubble. 

“Cause, oh my god, he walked in like a 6’2” dream, Heaven-sent. He says what he means and he means what he says,” she sang along to the song. She spun around to see a sleepy Luke with his arm in a sling leaning against the kitchen counter. “Shit, Luke scared the hell out of me,” she said while she held her hand against her chest. He chuckled as he titled his head back against the cabinet.

“Whatcha making?” he asked as he scanned her frame. Her body was only covered with an old t-shirt of his and very tiny shorts. She smiled towards him as she flipped one of the pancakes.

“An amazing breakfast spread, you go relax,” she offered as she pointed towards the couch with the spatula. He shook his head as he ran his hand over his shoulder wincing in pain. She frowned. “Go sit,” 

He sighed as he walked towards the couch, sitting down. He squinted his eyes shut as he felt his arm throb. He was listening along to the music that was playing in the background.

It took a few minutes before the breakfast was ready. She was carrying two plates as she walked towards the couch. She excitedly handed one of the plates to Luke, cautiously. He sat up, resting the plate onto the coffee table.

“This looks amazing,” he muttered as he brought the food towards his mouth, taking a large bite. “Wow, this actually taste good,” he teased.

“Oh shut it, I can cook,” she said before biting a perfectly crispy piece of bacon.

“Are you sure Jack didn’t sneak in and make this for you?” he teased again as he took another bite. 

“Hardy har,” she said sarcastically. He smirked as he continued eating the food. 

“Thank you, baby, really this is amazing,” he let out as he met her gaze. She smiled softly towards him as she reached for the remote. He winced in pain as he leaned back.

“I can go grab that medicine that your doctor gave me,” she said, already standing up.

“No, no better not. I don’t want to feel like that again,” he said as he waved her off. She nodded as she leaned back into her spot on the couch, glancing towards him every so often. “I’ll grab some Advil or something after this amazing meal,” he said with a smirk on his lips.

She rolled her eyes playfully as she met his gaze briefly. She put on a random show as they continued to eat their breakfast in comfortable silence.

It had been a handful of hours later and it was safe to say Luke was already over being injured. He felt useless and lazy. He already hated the idea of being held up in bed but he wouldn’t complain about Y/N taking care of him. 

He was laid up on the bed, his laptop in his lap as he was watching a movie. Y/N walked into the room, smiling towards him. She took note of the frown on his face and tilted her head to the side.

She walked towards the bed, delicately resting her hand onto his cheek. He tilted his head into her hand. “It’s only a month in a half,” she muttered. He pouted his lips as he shut his eyes. “Luke,” 

“You know what could make me feel better?” he asked, fighting a small grin forming to his lips. 

“What’s that?” she teased as she slowly climbed onto his lap, being extra cautious of his arm. His eyes scanned her frame, biting his bottom lip trying to prevent a wide grin. He couldn’t form words as he continued to admire her frame. She rested her hands onto his jaw as she ran her thumbs across his jawline.

She leaned towards him, kissing him delicately. His free arm, slowly started running up and down the back of her thigh. “How’s that?” she mumbled against his lips. He hummed as he pressed his lips against hers once more.

“It’s a start,” he let out teasingly.

“Asshole,” she mumbled against his lips before she kissed him more urgently.

[teslasucks37]

CW: NSFW under the cut (MDNI), semi-public sex, choking (reader receiving), afab!reader (single mention of “good girl”), dom!Charlie

A/N: This vision was thrust upon me like an act of divine intervention so it must be done

Charlie Slimecicle x Reader

Car Sex Hcs!!!

Despite his joking persona online, Charlie is usually a very calm and collected person.

He can often hold off on his… “urges” long enough to make it to an appropriate place to take care of them.

But sometimes, every once in a while, he just can’t fucking wait.

You and Charlie and a bunch of other creators all went out to a kickball field to film a video.

And despite the fact that it was for a video, everyone was trying pretty hard.

He felt sweaty, pumped up, and every time he glanced at you, he felt a tightness in his pants that he was pretty familiar with at this point.

He sighed in frustration, anxious for the game to just be over already.

When the two of you finally got back to the car, he was practically pulling you into the backseat with him.

He was pulling your shorts and panties down before you’d even settled in.

Your chest is pushed up against the cushion of the seat, your face pressed against the headrest, and your hips pulled back into him as he slides inside you.

The backseat is much too small for the both of you, but Charlie doesn’t give a damn.

He pulls as far out as he can before his back hits the front seat and slams in as far as he can go at this angle.

And he sets such a brutal fucking pace cause he’s just so damn pent up.

His hips snap back and forth, in and out, his cock slicking over your gummy walls.

Fuck it feels so good.

He’s so big and strong against you, completely overtaking any sense of control between you two.

And you would never fucking expect it from him because he’s Charlie.

Sweet, sensible, caring, Charlie.

“Fuck! Charlie~” You mumble in pleasure against the head rest.

You never would have guessed when you started seeing him that he would fuck you like this.

When you feel his hand on your head move to wrap around your throat and squeeze lightly, you know you’re fucking done for.

He’s so deep in you and every time he pulls you back he hits the perfect spot in you that makes your vision blur.

His fingers grip into the head rest next to you, trying to show even the slightest restraint.

But as your ass claps back against him, a groan falling from his mouth at the sound, he grinds deeper inside you and makes your back arch against him.

You grab at his shirt, his thighs, the seat, anything to attempt to ground yourself as the car rocks with both of your motions.

“Yeah, you like this?” He asks almost teasingly, his breath ragged and needy.

“Uh huh!” You whimper through his tantalizing grip on your neck.

Charlie struggles to maintain his composure with you at his complete mercy. “You like it when I use you?”

“Yes, yes~ Ahhh!”

“Oh, fuck…” He groans out at your response.

His brain is running on overtime to practically stay conscious, barely able to hold himself back from losing control, regardless if it breaks you.

But the slutty moans you’re letting out, not worried if anyone is still around to hear or see the car rock furiously and know exactly what was happening, imply that you wouldn’t even care if he did.

You feel your eyes rolling back, your pussy fluttering around him like a warning.

“Go ahead, baby~”

You don’t even let out a sound, just an open mouthed exhale as you squirt around his cock and soak the pleather of his car seats.

Charlie groans at the sensation, a crooked smile lighting up his face. “That’s it… Good girl~”

Let’s just say he keeps you there until the sun starts to set and the windows fog up.

He, of course, lets you get any fast food you want on the way home.

[white-poppie]

𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 ⎯⎯⎯ s.gojo x fem!reader (part 3/3)

SYNOPSIS — Your life was a mausoleum of sickening memories until light found you again at the end of the bleak tunnel, peering through his big cerulean eyes. Spitfires vanishing till you found your everlasting effervescent flame. And that's how it ends, because you still have your youth.

💿 — Mia and Sebastian's theme from La-la land

TW —breastfeeding, pregnancy, post-partum, grief, loss, crying (obv), jealousy.

WC — 5k

Series masterlist Moon Child ⏮ ⏸ ⏭ Now playing: Part 3

“Hey…shh..it’s okay…I’m here.” He mutters as he winces, closing his eyes while the remnants of his best friend's cursed energy remain.

The next few minutes go by Satoru holding you to his chest, silently as you sob. Now he’s sitting in the front seat of his car, the tinted windows drawn up as he regardless looks outside cautiously while you feed a hungry Tsukiko.

Satoru’s gaze falls to rear mirror, his eyes briefly catching your tender expression when you look at Tsuki as she stays latched to you and an inexplicable warmth erupts in his chest. He cranks up the AC silently, noticing you’re sweating a bit while feeding her.

You can’t help but smile as he turns up the AC, he notices these little things, the things Suguru should have been here for.

You sigh and lean on the headrest of the car, the smell of the faux leather making your head pound harder after crying. Tsuki suckles with soft whimpers, her face covered by your t-shirt. "It’s strange isn't it?" You murmur. "You are doing few of things Suguru was supposed to be doing for his daughter..."

He’s quiet for a long moment before he finally speaks, his voice barely above a whisper. “It’s his loss. He missed out.”

You look out of the window, tears pricking in your eyes yet again. Your eyes burn from crying, yet it seems as though gotten used to it, gotten yused to the uncomfortable warmth of excessive tears burning down your eyes.

You tell yourself you’ve gotten immune to heartbreak but image of Suguru tenderly holding Tsuki. His eyes filled with so much regret and pain like he would turn around everything if he could. It’s burned in your head. “I’m so tired, Satoru…” you whisper.

He’s quiet as he listens to you speak, his heart breaking as he hears the way your voice cracks again and how your words carry such a sense of exhaustion and pain, like you’ve been carrying burden that no one could understand. You’re not the same person that you were when you were just shy of seventeen. You’re not the same girl that he used to know at sixteen and he knows that better than anyone else..

"I feel so lost- I no longer know what I am working for. There is this anger that bubbles in me, This vile feeling of resentment towards everyone, everything...hell sometimes even towards Tsuki." You choke, "I feel so selfish for thinking all this when I have a sweet daughter. I hate myself that sometimes my mind conjures up this feeling of anger and blames this little girl who has no fault. I love her so much, but I can't help these sudden feelings."

His heart aches at the way you blame yourself, it all just feels so unfair. It feels…cruel. He can do nothing but sit here and listen to you talk it all out because you so clearly feel suffocated like you’re drowning.

"When he told me he was leaving the Jujutsu society. It felt as though my heart was being ripped apart, like I would stop breathing without him. I dug my nails into him. Clung to him that entire night. I got a call from Shoko in the morning when he had gone rogue and filled so many people. I wanted to rip my skin apart yet not wash the flesh he had touched" You sob viscerally, lowering your head in shame.

At times, it felt like you were living a bitter love song. Penelope unthreading the tapestry, grieving, loyal to gone Odysseus. Yet, ambivalent. Somedays, you unthread the tapestry, other days you beg Artemis to end it instead.

He can’t stop the feeling of pure agony bubbling in his chest, his throat dry. Your grief feels so real. So tangible. You’ve lost yourself to him. A part of you must have still been hoping he would come back, as foolish as that hope was. He reaches out to gently take your hand in his. “It’s okay…it’s not your fault.”

You gulp, wiping your tears with your trembling hands upon realising Tsukuba is done feeding, you fix your shirt, wiping her mouth with a handkerchief. Her litttle features relaxed into a blissful expression after having her fill, her pouty pink lips making you smile despite your sorrows.

“Can I hold her?” Satoru asks suddenly hesitantly. The corners of his eyebrows upturned and furrowed almost adorably.

"You are asking as if you weren't the first one to hold her in the hospital." You croak out humourlessly and hand her to him and shift in the front seat beside him.

His face softens as a small smile spreads across his lips and he gives off a quiet breathy chuckle as he sees the way your shoulders soften and the small, weary smile that spreads across your face as you hand him the baby. His eyes are so gentle and loving as he carefully takes Tsuki and cradles her against his chest. The way he’s holding her, it’s so natural - as if he was born to be a father.

Your heart feels so heavy at the scene. Its supposed to be Suguru...Its supposed to be Suguru holding Tsukiko, not Satoru. But there's this swell of affection when you look at him cradle her. She's so loved...

"She looks so tiny against you." You whisper, The way they look like yin and yang makes your breath hitch. Tsuki with her black her and eyes and Satoru with his white hair and blue eyes. Suguru and Satoru—Yin and Yang—the strongest sorcerers.

His lips quirk up in a soft smile as he gently pulls Tsuki just a bit closer to his chest, his hand gently wrapping around the back of her head in a tender hold. “She really is a tiny little thing, isn’t she?” he whispers right back as he continues to softly stroke his hand across her back. “She’s so precious and fragile, like a baby bird.”

“”It’s both a blessing and a curse that she looks exactly like him.” You whisper looking at his strong arms hold the baby.

Satoru looks at you, her eyes softening with a mix of pity and affection for the child in his arms. “She really is the most beautiful baby I’ve ever seen.”

Your shoulders relax you take in a shaky breath, your head pounding like a those drums from from Physical education classes that banged rhythmically. Sighing you raise your legs up to your chest and lean the seat back.

The sight of you curled up in the passenger seat of his car, the car which, you’ve just about proclaimed as your property is so domestic to him that it hurts a little bit. “You’re tired,” he says softly as he continues to cradle Tsuki against his chest.

"Mhm." You nod as you look at him, eyes fluttering. "You should give her here or you won't be able to drive."

He lets out a sigh as he reaches over to gently buckle her into her baby carrier against you. His breath stutters as his fingers brush against your arms and he finds himself gazing into your eyes before gulping and drawing back.“She’s just so tiny and cute and precious, I just don’t want to let her go.” He mutters, his voice slightly deeper than intended.

You chuckle and carefully cradle her neck so she’s leaning against your chest "She's a very charming little girl." You press a kiss to her forehead.

He watches silently as your breaths even out in a semi- lucid state before he whisper to himself in response. “Just like her pretty mama.” He utters and starts to drive to your house.

The smell in the car is saccharine, your vanilla perfume, and the oddly sweet smell that comes from babies; combined with a heady mix of breast milk and baby products.

Tsukiko and you are settled and curled into his front seat as if you belong here. It's so natural. To think Satoru is being the haven Suguru could never be, he's picking up cracks of you shattered, broken heart; you don't know what to call it, but it feels right. Unclear, whether it’s pity or friendship that makes him care so much for the girl and the kid his best friend abandoned.

You arrive back at you place as he helps you out of the car. You look at Satoru with heavy eyes, "Come in, I'll make tea." you say with a tired smile.

Initially, he thinks of rejecting, yet seeing your swollen red eyes and that weary slouch of your shoulder blades; he surrenders.

The little apartment that's less of a home but a sanctuary, its a cute tapestry of memories. Baby products are neatly kept, such as cribs, baby toys, polaroids of the baby, plants, and, in progress, a crochet baby hat on the couch and adorable little trinkets around.

But to you, as night comes it becomes a glum, cold sanctuary for the most part-- filled with reminders of Suguru. Everywhere. His large shoes were on the front door, his coat was on the rack, his picture with me was on the fridge, and his cologne was on the dresser. Almost everything of his is untouched the way it was, despite everything, you don't have the strength to throw out his things the same way he threw you out of his life.

The more his gaze lingers, his mind immediately drifts to the last time he came here; when Suguru was in your life. The house reeks of his memories. The place doesn’t look like a home, it looks like a museum that’s dedicated to the relationship you had with Suguru, almost like a shrine. The longer he looks at it, the more his chest aches. When he speaks, it comes out as a barely audible whisper. “Y/N...”

"Hmm?" You mutter slowly, tucking Tsuki in her crib. You walk back into the kitchen, your house sandals dragging across the marble flooring.

“Can I just…hug you for a second?” he whispers.

Your eyebrows furrow at his words, pausing midway while putting the pan on the stove. "Where did that come from?" You ask confused, but your voice softens immediately, turning into a whisper by the end of the sentence.

"I just…want to hug you right now.” he says in a tender, whispery voice. “You look like you need it.”

You gulp, keeping the pan down and wrapping your arms around him he leans down, his arms wrapping around your waist. A shaky breath leaves your throat at how warm he feels, your throat constricting and nose and cheeks feeling warmer. You close your eyes, a silent tear rolling down your cheek.

His arms slowly snake around your waist as he wraps you in, pulling you to his chest, cradling your soft, exhausted body and holding you against his larger, firm form. His eyes close as he feels you shaking in his arms, his embrace so tender that it hurts. “It’s okay,” he whispers softly to you. “You’re okay. I’m here.”

Your chest aches at how comforting his embrace feels. You are suddenly reminded of the way Suguru used to hug you- but for the first time, I push the thought of Suguru away quickly. It’s Satoru in front of you, not Suguru.

"I’ve got you,” he murmurs right up against your ear. “I’ve got you.” He lifts his hand to brush his fingers across your hair, his fingers running across your scalp.

You feel my heart beat faster inexplicably as you raise your head up to look at him. “Satoru, I need your help.” You whisper out as you gulp, briefly closing your eyes.

“Help me…help throw his things away please, I don’t have the strength to do it alone. it’s so haunting." You choke, "I want to move on, I want get better, in a more stable mental place for Tsuki, and I can’t do that with these reminders of him everywhere…” You vent out in one breath.

“You really…want to throw away all of his things?” He asks, his voice a mix of hurt, and relief.

“No.” You reply immediately, “but what other way is there? I don’t want Tsuki to grow up with me being an emotional wreck over a man who abandoned us."

Your eyes fall over to the tiny toddler in the crib, unable to peel your eyes from the beautiful girl.

"I want to keep everything of his, to look at them and grieve for a man who’s alive. I want to keep that damn scarf of his, I don't have the strength to remove his picture from my wallpaper, and his pillow that I sprayed with his perfume and hugged to sleep during pregnancy because his smell calmed me during morning sickness. It’s pathetic I know…but how long am I going to hold on?” You choke up, tears rolling down my eyes.

He feels his breath hitch at your words. He slowly lowers his head to rest his forehead gently against yours, his eyes fluttering shut as he breathes in slowly and trembles slightly as he gently pulls you into him, his breath trembling and catching in his throat again. “Oh, Y/N,” he whispers in a voice broken with emotion. “Oh sweetheart…”

For a second he wants to gather all of Suguru's things and keep them for himself on the other hand he wants to shatter everything. He's been like the same paradoxical situation as you, day in and day out. He's been a hypocrite. Telling you to move on when he could not get over his best friend. The only person he could ever confide in without being superficial, the only one who cared.

He's aching, just as much as you are. And he aches even more to see his first love so terribly broken apart by his best friend.

"I want us to heal, 'Toru." You mutter. "All of us: Me, you and Shoko. Of course the pain can never truly be gone, but we can't let our lives stagnant like this." You whisper, cupping his face in your palms, your eyebrows furrowed as you stare into his cerulean eyes.

He feels his heart skip several beats in his chest as he feels your soft, warm palms gently cupping his face, your eyes peering into his. He takes in a slow, shuddery breath and swallows again in an attempt to get rid of the aching feeling in his chest - the aching he feels for you.

His eyes glance over towards the crib, seeing the small infant that ties you to his best friend in the most undeniable way that he could never possibly compete, yet she draws him and you closer than ever. From the day he laid his eyes on her, he loved her.

He raises his hand slowly and gently rests it over one of the ones that are cupping his face, his fingers intertwining with yours. He holds your gaze for a long moment in silence, just trying to calm the thundering of his heart in his chest. He let his feelings sit in the backseat when you and Suguru started dating. It hurt, but the ache soon simmered and he accepted reality, he knew his feelings had never left and yet it didn't feel hard to think otherwise. Hell, he was ready to be Suguru's best man. He's finally letting himself be selfish.

"Toru," You breathe out shakily, unsure why you uttered his name like so. This feels like the precipice, the intermission of the movie of your life, right at the climax. These inexplicable feelings brewing in your heart are so heavy. You feel guilty, for letting yourself feel this way, for letting yourself move on-- to develop an affection beyond friendship for Suguru's best friend and your friend.

His heart skips a beat at the way you breathed out his name like so. It almost sounds like a plea, almost like a desperate beg. Toru. It never felt this good, never felt this right, for you to say his name like that. It's so good to hear the way his name sounds when it leaves your lips, your lips that he has never once touched.

His throat aches as he leans down and captures your lips against his own he's wanted this for so long. For so so long he's ached for you. Satoru knows its wrong, you're both vulnerable, but he feels like he would break and sob like a child if he doesn't embrace you. If he can't love you. Its physically impossible for him to control his affection anymore. His nose is red, eyes burning.

A gasp leaves you as you freeze, your fingers clenching into fists. You stand unable to react, frozen still. Your heart beats in a sickly rhythm at the confusion swirling in your chest.

He swallows thickly and instantly pulls back, his eyes wide as he looks into your shocked expression. He takes in a shuddery, shaky breath. He's a idiot, he's an absolute idiot. He knows you don't feel that way about him, knows you're still broken over Suguru, and yet he still kissed you.

"I-" You stutter, your heart shattering at his slightly red eyes. "I'm...I'm sorry..." You breathe out, unable to utter anything else. You want to pull him in again, to kiss him with the same tenderness. His glassy eyes make you sick, but you are not sure you can do this to him, not when you are so conflicted about your feelings...he deserves better than that.

He shakes his head adamantly, his hands trembling slightly as he gently reaches up to place them on your shoulders to keep you at a distance. He doesn’t want your pity. He can’t take your pity.

"You don’t—" Satoru whispers shakily, his eyes still burning. "You don’t have to feel sorry for me. Please, don’t pity me because I feel this way for you."  

"I don't-- I don't pity you 'Toru, not a bit. But you are not a replacement, I never want you to feel like that. I am- there is so much to heal in my heart, I don't think I can love anymore. I am so damn scared after all that I went through." You breathe out reaching to him hesitantly. "You deserve better than whatever mess I am right now."

His heart shatters even more as he feels the way that you demean yourself so harshly - you have no idea how much you're worth. You have no idea how many times he's had to restrain himself from kissing you, holding you, loving you - so many times he's had to tell himself that he has no right to try and love someone that's not his. But his heart is a fragile, weak thing in the face of your sorrow.

"Your daughter needs you," he whispers, his voice cracking a bit. "You're amazing.

“Would you give me time to heal Toru? For myself? For Tsuki? Maybe even for us.” You whisper with a soft voice. “I want to reclaim myself, I’ve lost that ambitious girl somewhere, I want to get her back before I can ever try to find love again.”

.

6 months pass by in a blink of an eye, wasn't she born yesterday? Tsuki's already 8 months old, its a bittersweet feeling. Yet somehow when you think of the times your blood used to run cold when someone mentioned Suguru when you trying to heal; it reminds you how long the year really was.

Those six months were a lifetime for you and Satoru too. He was there all along, for you and Tsuki. He watched you grow and change - every day, every moment, he witnessed the way you healed and slowly came back to yourself. And with each day that passed, the more that he found himself completely and hopelessly in love with you.   

You smile, wrapping the scarf around Tsuki as she sits in her stroller, wide-eyed, observing her mama dressed up differently. A red, velvet a line dress. It feel so weird to wear old clothes again, like watching yourself in your middle school yearbook pictures, cringing at how you looked, but feeling warm as you remember how truly happy you were.

You gulp, fixing your hair for the nth time, waiting for Satoru to pick you. You roam nervously in the apartment, wound like a spinning top and you jump when the bell rings.

You quickly walk up to the door, there he stands in his glory, in a tailored Italian suit, an Armani watch, his fluffy white hair parted at the side with a bouquet of peonies in his nimble hands.

And he freezes just as you do, his Adam's apple visibly bobbing up and down trying ti muster, suave words of praise, but nothing leaves his starstruck self.

“You look so handsome, Toru.” You say fondly.

He slowly holds out the bouquet of peonies for you as his eyes scan over you again. His voice feels weak, barely a whisper as he speaks to you. "Look who's talking."

“Thank you, it’s beautiful.” You say taking a sniff of the fragrant flowers. Your heart feels warm, despite the chill in the air; warm toasted bread with sweet milk tea in the sheets, an odd sense of euphoric comforting.

"Just beautiful things for a beautiful woman."  He says, finally with his flirtatious grin which causes you to roll your eyes.

You chuckle and look over at Tsuki. “Let’s wait for Shoko�� It’s the first time she’d be away from you, she’s too small, too tiny, it makes you anxious for her to be anywhere except in front of your eyes. This is the first time you've ever been apart from the infant who's been attached to your hip since she was born.

"Shoko's a doctor, she'll take good care of her. It's just for a few hours, sweetheart."  He says, interrupting your thoughts.

Soon enough, the bell rings, and the tired woman makes her way in. You go over the same things, same scenarios multiple times until you feel relieved and Shoko on the other hand, exasperated.

"And for the love of god don't smoke around her," you say and finally hug her. "Thank you for doing this Shoko."

Shoko freezes as you suddenly hug her; for a moment, she feels as though her eyes are getting bleary after seeing you smile so brightly after so long. "All good..." She murmurs, unknowingly tightening her grip around you.

"Let's go," you whisper to Satoru, holding out your hand. For a few seconds, he just stands still, unable to form a coherent emotion at the sight of your hand extended to reach his. Gulping he intertwines his large fingers into your palm. the path to his car feels sacred, intimate; he feels as though he's holding you as you walk down the aisle to him. It's an exaggerated, delusional reverie that makes his chest all tight.

The ride towards the restaurant is mostly silent, with you looking out the window and watching as the world passes by like a blur. Satoru steals a few quick glances at you every now and then as he drives, feeling the familiar ache in his chest everytime he looks at you in your beautiful, beautiful red dress.

"You look beautiful, you know that?" He whispers, his voice hushed almost as if he's afraid if he speaks too loudly, the moment will be shattered.  

Your eyes soften at his reverential tone, you tilt my head, staring at him. "You've told," you answer. "But I like hearing you say it."

"I'll say it till you get sick of it," he says with a soft chuckle, his bright cerulean eyes undoing all defenses, all inhibitions. They shine so bright, like stars.

"I don't think I can ever get sick of it," You whisper. It's peaceful, you realise. Not the wild, passionate sort of love you experienced with Suguru, where the flame was brightest before it blew. But this feels like a soft light, whispering in the dark, ebbing the strongest shadows away. It draws you in like a moth to flame. This tender light ignites my very being from the dull, colourless life you were trapped in. You never realised that what you wanted was warmth; you hunted it in a spitfire, but found it in an everlasting flame.

His heart skips a beat at your soft, but honest words. The car slows down as the light turns red, and he takes the opportunity to take a good a long look at you. You are sirenesque, it takes his breath away. He finds himself leaning closer, red lights of the signal reflecting off his face. The soft jazz he put to sound fancy is all static under your gaze. He is all static under your gaze.

Both of you flinch as a car behind you honks, pulling the two of you out of your reverie. You realise the light has already turned green and clear you throat.

He lets out a soft sound before he starts driving again, looking ahead at the road to distract himself from the way his heart still pounds in his chest.

The restaurant comes into view as he parks the car with a sigh. 

You smile as he helps you out of the car. It's a fancy restaurant, the kind you'd see in old Hollywood movies where the main characters take the heroine and a cute song starts playing. You wait for your orders, and there's an awkward silence; neither of you speak for a while. A mix of embarrassment and nervousness blended in with being clueless about what to talk about.

"So...I was thinking," he begins, his heart beating rapidly against his ribcage as he fiddles with his fingers. There is a moment of hesitation as he looks up at you for a second, his heart skipping a beat at your calm expression. He gulps and decides to say it, his words leaving him in a low murmur - barely above a whisper. "Wanna dance?"

"Dance?" You question your eyes fluttering in confusion as you look around and then back at him as if to question, 'here?'

He nods as his nervousness melts away into a small, genuine, bashful smile as he stands up and gently extends his hand towards you from across the table. "Yeah...dance." He mutter, his heart feeling a bit lighter at your innocent question.

He looks at the small dance floor in the restaurant, not even a whole dozen couples dancing on it. "Just one song." 

"Alright, until the food comes in." You smile tenderly and take his hand as the two of you walk to the small wooden flooring. You look up at him as he wraps his hand on your waist, another interlacing with yours. And the song plays, ironically enough, Mia and Sebastian's theme from Lalaland, and you roll your eyes. it's a fancy restaurant; they should at least play jazz or something. Nonetheless, you sigh and just look into his cerulean eyes, and your heart pounds in your ribcage.

He can't stop the way that a small chuckle leaves him at your eye roll. He is in utter bliss in this moment, being so much closer, so much more intimate than he'd been with you in ages: everything around them feels so surreal.

You two dance at first, for a few minutes, a sophisticated pair dance before the two of you just sway, eyes peering intently into each other. The light is dull, dim, centered just at the floor, but nothing shines brighter than his hopeful, loving eyes, and you can't help but feel like you are melting as he holds you in, swaying to the music.

He holds onto you as tightly as he can, his eyes never leaving yours, his breaths growing more labored with each passing second. He can't help but be utterly enamored by you. He can just barely hear his own voice over the sound of his own rapidly beating heart. "I love you." 

Your eyebrows furrow at his admission again, and you can't help but huff out a fond chuckle. He's so sincere, despite all, despite how torn you were, despite how you had hurt everyone, including yourself. He's been there. He's been there and made you realise you don't have to beg for someone's love. It's not transactional as it was with Suguru. "I've made you wait for so long, haven't I?" You whisper, your eyes a little bleary looking at him.

The corners of his eyes crinkle with your huffed chuckle. He smiles softly as you speak, his hand on your waist gently caressing your body lovingly. He smiles and reaches his hand up to caress your soft cheek, gently stroking your skin with the rough pads of his fingers.

"Forever." He mutters, his own eyes slightly glossing over as he looks at you. "You could've made me wait forever, and I still would've waited."

You wrap your arms tighter around him and lean up to kiss him, eyes fluttering close. He tastes like mint; its sweet, and it soothes you so. You let out a shaky breath, and he leans in and kisses you tenderly at first, but then with an adolescent vigour that has you dipping in his arms.

You can't help but giggle at his excitement, somehow, the sound gets him to tone it down, tender and soft, his fingers shaky. You part away to breathe and chuckle fondly. "You've got lipstick on your lips." You shake your head and wipe his lips clean.

"We still have a dance to finish," You say as I keep your hand back on his shoulder, and start to sway, laughing as he spins you around

Outside the restaurant after a late night tussle of the girls begging for icecream and him giving in, Suguru walks with Nanako and Mimiko. Their little hands holding the ice cream he brought, trying to not make it drip.

"Geto-sama, isn't she the woman in the photo frame?" Mimiko points out cluelessly to through the glass to you and Satoru dancing. A woman she's only ever seen through the photo frame he keeps close to him, fondly smiling at the,mystery woman that the twins love to inquire about.

"Hmm...?"

Suguru looks towards the glass, and it takes a few seconds for him to process what he sees. He sighs. It's hard to breathe, but you look so radiant it's like life is back in you. It's so different from when he last saw you six months ago in the grocery store. You looked like your world was crumbling down; you were tired, depressed and alone with his daughter you gave birth to. "Yeah." He says with a smile, his voice heavy.

"That's her."

He keeps looking at you, his smile still on his face as he stares at the sight of the two of you on the dance floor. He can't explain the feeling he has in his heart: hollow and heavy, a feeling of losing something he had and messed up so terribly. The feeling of watching you fall in love with someone else, while he still is in love with you. 

But this is different. He looks at your smiling face now, and all he can feel is a strange sense of peace. His chest feels tight, an inexplicable pang of nostalgia and loss as he watches you dance with his best friend, but the pain he feels in his chest is replaced with a strange sense of acceptance.

It feels nostalgic, you're dancing with Satoru the way you used to with him, old jazz music playing as you stood on his feet and he swayed you around, sneaking kisses on your soft lips, your arms wrapped around him. But just as he remembers these memories, he is reminded of what become of your relationship.

It hurts like crazy but still doesn't compare to the soul-crushing guilt he felt when he saw your in the grocery store with Tsukiko, the baby of his love that he left unknowingly and despite knowing her existence, he was far too gone to step up. All he can remember is the utter agony you held in your eyes when you stood with that little infant so tired, so terrified. He made you go through hell.

The two of you finally stop with the dance. You glance away for a second and freeze as your eyes fall onto Suguru. Your lips part, feeling these conflicting, wretched emotions of anger and bitterness.

He is stoic before he breaks into a smile, a content, tired smile. The smile you give to someone, a goodbye, a good-luck, a smile of nostalgia and well-wish.

You breathe out as if you feel a burden off you existence, your lips twitching up to a smile too.

He looks at you and then glances at the girls, and something in him just wants to approach and hug you so tightly, ask for forgiveness and stay like this, all of you together again.

And yet, when your lips twitch into a smile at him, he smiles back, lifting up his hand to wave softly before walking away.

Life didn't end when he left, though it seemed like it would. Sometimes, we find escapes closest to us, but grief makes us blind. Satoru and Shoko were there to help, but drowning in the agony of loss you didn't find the strength to reach. The point is, no one can help you, unless you want to help yourself.

And once its over, one day you'll find yourself at crossroads with your past again. And its then you'll have courage to look it in the eye and smile, because that's how it goes:

Aches of present become memories of past:

a testament of Our Youth.

[dough09]

Kitten.

Sae x reader. Reader is obsessed with cats and wants one very badly.

He has never heard the end of your bragging about a kitten. Whenever you talked about the things you wanted a cat was always mentioned. Not that you ever asked for much.

“I want a kitten~” You whined and leaned against the headrest. “No” The crimson haired man answered without even looking at you. This situation was way too repetitive for the guy. “Why not?” “Because I said so.” He sighed and continued scrolling on his laptop next to you. 

You grumbled and leaned on his shoulder. “Pretty please?” You whined again to no avail. “Saeeeeee.” This time your tone was much more like a 6 year-old who was confiscated of their favorite toy. This time the prodigy closed his device and put it away. “Stop whining like a toddler” His fingers creeped up to your cheek. Delicate fingers were stroking your face gently. 

“Plus, I already said no, more than a hundred times,” Your lips turned into a pout and you tried taking his hand off your face. He can’t manipulate you into this by touching. “I still want a kitten, I don’t even care what breed, I just want one that’s cute.” You heard his deep sigh.

That could only mean one thing. He’s giving in! You’re winning- or are you? At this point you two know each other better than you know the back of your hands. Maybe he’s trying to deceive you. His lips gave place to a grin. “And why should I get you a pet?” “Not any pet, a cat please- and I just want one.” “Give a better reason and I might just think about it” 

Your eyes sparkled as you unintentionally leaned closer to him. “Really?” He nodded slowly, his fingers tracing down towards your neck. He leaned down and kissed you softly.

 In his view, the way your face lit up was mesmerizing. He unintentionally compared your face when he arrived home today and the face you made right now, and he might get a little jealous overtime.

“Well… maybe  I miss you a lot when you’re away… and I would be less lonely.” He could visibly see you swallow your pride and admit to helplessness. He understood that feeling. Being away from you could be heartbreaking. Specifically when he had to travel overseas.

Now that struck a chord with your boyfriend. Maybe he will reconsider resisting you.

Truth be told, he would have already gotten you a cat if he didn’t know any better. You will focus more on the little pet and your attention will be divided from him. As much as these thoughts pissed him off, he couldn’t help it.

He parked his car in front of the nearby pet shop. Maybe a part of him just wanted to see that happy expression again, the one you’d make every time a kitten is brought up.

As he went inside the owner was already waiting for him and showed him the available kittens. His eyes wandered around. He was sure you’d want all of them and would be unable to decide. No matter how each looked, what they were like you would’ve loved them all equally. 

He found himself staring at a playful kitten in the corner. The little one looked just like the ones you’d show him and obsess over on the internet. Not that you didn’t show him more than a thousand. “That one is Pochi. He was born 1 month ago. He was very shy when we first rescued the guy, but he became very attentive, talkative, playful after getting to know you. Would you like to hold him?” The girl inquired and already got down to grab the kitten. 

As he held onto him the kitten looked distant and shy but regardless something reminded him of you. “I’ll take him then.” At his clarification the girl cheered and smiled brightly. After signing some papers, and telling Sae about the nearest vet and more necessities they walked out. “If I can be of help with anything my number is on the paper.” She giggled. 

At this point he was very tolerating towards the girl, he got checked out multiple times. But that aside it was time to surprise you. He put the kitten in the box he got just now and threw the bag of feeding bowls in the backseat where the cat bed, a small cat tree and a toy was. He knew eventually you would spoil him so he might as well buy it when he was getting home from training.

By the time he was almost home the kitten was in his lap climbing around as he sped down the street. After he parked the car he went inside the building with the kitten and the bag. 

“I’m home.” He said a little louder so you will hear it and slipped out of his shoes. He could hear your footsteps approaching rapidly so quickly he hid everything behind him with his sports bag. “How was training?” You inquired and tiptoed for a kiss.

“Fine, as usual.I got you something- someone” He sighed and let go of you. Confusion smeared all over your face. Then the box with a kitten poking out of it made your eyes widen and your lips curl upwards. “There is no way.” “His name is Potchi but if you want to we can change it.” “You got me a kitten!!” You grinned and your hands immediately reached out to his head. You noticed how he shied away so you were slow and steady with him.

You were still all about how your boyfriend got you a pet. But it was late at night by now so you head to go to sleep. You couldn’t win against him regarding Potchi sleeping on the bed  so you didn’t want to push him to the limit. 

His hands were all over you and you were making out. You could feel him smile into you multiple times.He was on top of you and his fingers went up under your shirt.

That night really felt like the start of something new. You would still miss him if he was away, even if it’s just training, but with Potchi the house won’t feel so lonely. As you two had your moment a loud noise interrupted you. It was a meow from your newfound cat. He seemed to need attention since he jumped on the bed and sat down between your legs.  Your boyfriend sighed and got off you. “If you interrupt us more, I’m going to regret my decisions.” “Heey, don’t say that to him.” You protected your “son” and picked him up. “I was just getting to the good part.” He mumbled which made you blush. But you didn't hang up on him since the kitten laid on your chest.

I promise you, I am working on the series too.. but this one was more fun. Do you like cats? (If you read this I suppose yes) I hope you enjoyed and see you next time!!

[heart-of-the-morningstar]

Lucifer x Reader - A Gift For You (NSFW)

A drabble based on @the-other-soup’s birthday gift to me (I’m so sorry you got age restricted because of it 😭😭😭)

Lucifer was nearly inconsolable after he came home late after he promised a date night; work at the hotel tied him up more than he initially thought

You kept insisting that it was alright and that you understood his work was important; but he was adamant about making it up to you!

The poor thing wouldn’t take “no” for an answer; so eventually you conceded

But what you didn’t expect to see when you walked into your bedroom the next night was a very naked Lucifer tied to the headrest with a lovely red ribbon

“Lucifer? What uhh…what is this? I mean, not that I’m upset! But this certainly is a…very nice surprise.~”

The angel chuckled lightly. “I promised that I would make it up to you, didn’t I? Well…this is my apology! Unless you don’t want-“

”No, no! I do! But what’s with the bow?”

”I think it’s only fair that you get to do whatever you desire since I wasn’t able to keep my promise. I am at your mercy, my love.~”

“So…I can do anything?~”

Lucifer swallowed hard, giving you a nervous smile. “Y-Yes, anything. It’s the least I can do! And I’ll remain bound until you say otherwise.”

You smiled at him sweetly and leaned down to kiss him gently on the lips

“Such a good boy for me~,” you praised him, “I think you deserve a treat~.”

In no time, you stripped naked and hovered your needy pussy over your lover’s eager face

“Eat up, Luci.~”

You lowered yourself down onto his face slowly, making sure not to overwhelm him…At least not yet!

Lucifer wasted no time licking your folds like a man starved, moaning into your wet folds, his tongue prodding your entrance

You had to grip the headrest a bit tighter than normal; Lucifer’s hands usually gripped your hips but this time you wanted to make him work for it

Regardless, Lucifer’s tongue was just as skillful even without his hands to hold you steady; he knew exactly how to push you over the edge

You came in almost no time at all, your juices flowing down his chin as he tried to clean you up as much as he could

You looked behind you to see his cock now standing at full mast, precum leaking from the tip

“Thank you, baby,~” you cooed. “Let’s keep going shall we? But I’ll need a few things first.~”

You dug through your drawer and pulled out a few things to make this night a little more fun; a cock ring, a bullet vibrator, and a bottle of lube

Lucifer’s breath caught in his throat when he saw what you had brought over; he knew he was in for it now

You slipped the cock ring on him first, making sure he couldn’t cum anytime soon; he whined as you pumped his cock a few times just to tease him

You kissed the tip, giving it a small little kitten lick to clean up what had already spilled out of him

“Spread your legs for me, hon, just relax.~”

The king nodded his head and did as you asked, his breath shaky and unsteady

After placing some line on your fingers, you pried open his his right ass, stretching it and making sure he was prepped for the other toy you wanted to play with

After a little bit, you retracted your fingers and replaced them with the small vibrator, setting it at a medium pace

Lucifer’s hips bucked up involuntarily at the new stimulation his body was receiving, soft cries escaping his throat

“You know the safe word, right Luci?~”

“I-I do…” he whimpered,

“Use it if you need to, sweetie.”

You made your way back on top of him as easily sunk down on his strained cock

You shifted you hips lethargically at first, pulling the cutest whimpers and moans from the devil underneath you

You used his cock like your own personal toy, fucking yourself on it till you came hard around him; your pulsing walls pushed Lucifer to his breaking point!

"F-FUCK, PLEASE! Please love...let me hold you...please, I-I'll do anything! Anything you want, j-just...just let me go!"

His pitiful pleas pulled at your heart strings; you didn't want to leave him unsatisfied

As soon as you untied the bow, his hands flew to your hips in the blink of an eye, his nails digging into your skin

"Ah ah, behave now, Luci,~" you reprimanded. "The ring stays on, the vibe stay on, understand?~"

A small pathetic whine escaped his throat, but he nodded nonetheless

He began to move your body, impaling you on his cock as if you weighed nothing; you knew he couldn't cum and yet it was as if he didn't care

All he wanted was your pleasure

One of his hands flew to your clit, rubbing it in tandem with his harsh thrusts as his mind was overloading from the pleasure he was being denied

Small tears began to prick his eyes as he relentlessly bucked his hips up into you over and over until you came for a third time, squeezing his aching cock

It was near torture

But you smiled as you began to catch your breath from your last high, slowly removing yourself from him

"N-No! Please come back! I-"

Before he could beg anymore, you removed his cock ring for him, finally freeing his engorged length

"You were so good for me, Lucifer. I just need on last thing from you.~"

You mounted him again, slowing easing down on his cock once more

"I want you to fill me to the brim. Can you do that for me?~"

"Y-Yes! Yes, thank you, love, t-thank you!" Lucifer exclaimed.

Needless to say, your cunt was leaking his massive load in no time as he spilled his hot angelic seed into you not even a minute later

You crashed on top of him, desperately trying to regulate your breathing

"Good boy, Luci. Thank you for the gift, I love it.~ And I love you.~"

"I love you more, my angel.~"

[punksyeet]

- Lovesick ❥

Plot: When a sickness bug ruins his Valentine’s Day plans, Jimmy makes it his mission to help his lady feel special regardless.

Warning: Mature language & fluff! <3

A/N: happy belated v-day friends! please excuse how late i am to the party, as the flu has been kicking my ass for over a week now. also, don’t mind any errors or lack of attention to detail in some parts. this sickness took away any attention span i had left in me. 🥲

anywho, i hope you all enjoy this one. she’s a tiny one compared to my others, but we love her regardless! 💌

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“Well Miss Gianna,” my doctor begins, walking back into the room after leaving to run a few tests. Covid, strep, and flu to be exact. “It turns out your instincts were correct. Your flu test came back positive.”

My heart drops at those last six words.

Positive? For the flu? On Valentine’s Day?

I let out a deep sigh, running a hand through my hair.

“I know the timing isn’t ideal,” he continues, intertwining his fingers in front of him. “But please understand that your health comes first.”

I nod slightly, my eyes fluttering closed. “I understand, Doc. Would you be able to send some medication over?”

“Absolutely,” he responds. “It’ll be ready at your pharmacy as soon as tomorrow morning.”

I nod again. “Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome,” he replies sweetly. “Take care, alright?”

And with that, he’s out the door.

I sit there for a minute in disbelief of my bad luck, before climbing off of the examination chair and putting my jacket back on.

When I reach my car, I immediately FaceTime Jon.

When he answers and pops up on the screen, he’s sat at a table taping something, a gorgeous smile on his face.

J: Hey, beautiful.

I smile at the compliment, pulling out of my parking spot.

G: Hi, my love. What are you up to?

J: Not much, just helping twin decorate his place for T before she gets home. Where you headed?

G: Aw, that’s sweet. She’s gonna love it. I’m headed home now.

J: Gotchu. Where you coming from?

My smile fades and I take a deep breath.

Get a grip, Gi. It’s not your fault. He’ll understand.

G: Urgent care.

He raises an eyebrow and a concerned look comes over his face.

J: Urgent care? What you was there for? Baby, you alright?

I shake my head, biting my lower lip.

G: Relax, Jon. It’s nothing too serious. I tested positive for the flu.

He just kind of sits there for a second, disbelief written all over his face.

J: You’re fuckin’ joking, right? You messin’ with me?

G: I wish. I felt like shit when I got up this morning and ran right to the doctor, knowing how much shit is going around. I called you as soon as I left.

J: Fuck, man.

He throws his head back and runs a hand over his face.

G: I know, babe. I’m sorry.

J: Nah, baby, don’t apologize. You ain’t get sick on purpose. The timing is just…

His voice trails off and I nod in agreement, resting my head back on the headrest when I reach a red light.

G: I know. That’s what I said.

He sighs and strokes his beard.

J: Aight. I guess we’re gonna have to work with what we got.

I pop my neck back, giving him a mean mug.

G: Boy, are you insane? You’re not coming anywhere near me.

J: Like hell I ain’t. Bae, you’re sick. I gotta take care of you. Do right by the woman I love.

G: Jonathan-

J: Nah, I don’t wanna hear allat. Lemme finish up here and I’ll be home in a bit, okay?

I sigh, running a hand through my curls, knowing that as hard as I try, I’m not winning this argument.

G: Okay. Fine.

J: Aight. Love you, mama. I’ll see you soon.

G: Okay. Love you too.

And with that, he hangs up.

I let out a deep sigh as the streetlight turns green, allowing me to turn onto the highway.

** Jimmy’s POV **

“Was that sis?” Josh asks, walking back to the island from the bathroom and taking a seat. “Everything good?”

I nod, licking my lower lip. “Yeah, man. She’s got the flu.”

His jaw drops in shock. “Fuck, man. You serious?”

I sigh, nodding. “Yup. She’s driving home from the doctor now.”

“Damn uce,” he replies, his attention turning to a banner. “Whatchu gonna do about tonight now?”

I shrug, shaking my head. “No idea. I had dinner reservations set and everything.”

He sucks his teeth. “I’m sorry, bro. Maybe you can rain check?”

I narrow my eyes, shaking my head. “Nah, I still gotta do right by her. I’ll come up with something.”

He nods, nudging my arm. “Whatever you need uce, I gotchu. Just let me know.”

I smile, nodding slightly. “Preciate you, man.”

Suddenly, a lightbulb goes off in my head and I turn back to my twin with a smirk.

He looks up at me and his expression immediately fades. “The hell you lookin’ at me like that for?”

“Big Jim has an ideaaa!” I sing, hopping out of my chair at the island.

Josh groans in response, placing his head in his hands. “Five words the world fears most.”

** Gianna’s POV **

“Guess he’s not home yet,” I mutter to myself, pulling up to Jon and I’s place and seeing an empty driveway.

After pulling in, I shut off my car, grab my things from the passenger side, and head up the pathway to our home.

With one swift motion, the front door flies open and so do my eyes.

There’s balloons and flowers everywhere.

Soft music echoing throughout the house.

The deep and warm scent of vanilla takes over whatever’s left of my sense of smell.

“J-Jon?” I call out, closing the door behind me and stepping further into the house.

“Welcome home m’lady,” he replies in an awful French accent, suddenly appearing in the doorway to the kitchen.

I chuckle in reaction to his goofiness and look around. “Babe, what is all this?”

He walks over and taking my stuff. “I refuse to let some stupid ass sickness ruin our night, baby. Today is all about love. Lemme show you how much I love you.”

I dramatically stick out my bottom lip as he pulls me into an embrace, rocking us back and forth and kissing my hair.

“Jon please,” I plead, stepping back. “I don’t want you to get si-“

“Shh,” he interrupts, pulling me back in. “You’re ruining the moment.”

I playfully roll my eyes and he chuckles, cupping my face and kissing me.

I wrap my arms around his waist and kiss back, my worries fading away the second we make contact.

“Cmon mama,” he orders, taking my hand and placing my stuff down on the couch. “Dinner will be ready soon.

“You go ahead,” I assure him, letting go of his hand and heading upstairs. “I’ll be right back.”

He nods and heads into the kitchen.

The dress I bought while shopping with T last week is too pretty to go to waste.

And if I can’t leave the house, it’s time to play dress up I guess.

I freshen up with a quick shower and slip into the silk, followed by a little makeup and hair action.

“Goddamn,” Jon coos when he sees me, after looking up from what looks like pasta sauce cooking on the stove. “Look at my girl.”

He lifts my hand and twirls me, a gorgeous smile on his face as he admires my body.

“This dress was originally for our date but,” I reply, soothing out the torso part. “I figured why let it go to waste when you’ve worked so hard on this too?”

He smiles and takes me into his arms, pulling me in by my waist.

“I love you so much, you know that?” he asks in between kisses to my jaw.

I giggle and lift my head, his beard tickling my skin. “I know, I know. And I love you too, baby. So much.”

I hold either side of his dreamy face and pull his lips to mine, softly smiling in the kiss.

He pulls away with a “mwuah” sound and takes my hand, leading me over to the dining table.

The rest of the night includes a candle light homemade dinner featuring our favorite wine, a steaming hot bath with rose petals, and gift giving on both sides.

Me to him, a silver chain to go with his favorite bracelet.

Him to me, a Cartier love ring that I’ve been eye-ing for months.

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The next morning, I wake up to a bright ray of sunshine peeking in through our curtains.

With a groan, I turn over and nuzzle my face into Jon’s neck.

He responds with a pair of big muscular arms wrapped around me extra tight and a kiss on my temple.

“Mmm morning,” I greet him as best I can, before placing a light kiss on his jaw.

“Mornin’ ba-“ he’s interrupted by a fit of coughs.

Flemmy, raspy coughs.

My eyes fly open and I sit up, an amused expression on my face.

He glares up at me, shaking his head. “Don’t say it.”

I pucker my lips to the side with a smirk before laying back down to whisper in his ear. “I told you so.”

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JJK Men as Passenger Princesses

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Summary: Their car is in the shop and have no means of getting around until you offer to be their personal uber driver for the day. It strikes them that they've never seen you behind the wheel before, always opting to pick you up. What kind of chaos will ensue?

A/N: In California there's an unspoken rule where a yellow light translates to green 🤣 Don't ask me why 🤣 Also I do not condone/endorse speeding or reckless driving but my dad swears I am a reckless driver 🥲 As always the reader is a chubby!/POC! reader~! Enjoy~!!

Gojo Satoru: "Haaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiii babe," leaning over he pecks your cheek, rubbing his hands up and down the length of his thighs. He's giddy with anticipation: this is the first time he's ever seen you drive! "Got your seatbelt on?"

"Of course." Putting the car in drive you slowly peel away from his apartment complex easing into traffic as conversation ebbed and flowed like water. He hadn't realized how relaxed he was until you put your hand on his thigh smirking. Jokingly he peels your hand away from his thigh throwing it back to you. "Excuse me! I am not some hussy where you can easily put your hands where your please."

"Breh really?"

"Don't 'breh' me. I am a princess today." Giggling you ask, "Well princess what do you feel like eating? I'm starving."

"I don't know you pick."

"No because every time I pick you disagree with it so where do you want to eat?"

"Are YOU part of the menu?"

"I meant food babe sheesh."

"I can't help it if you're sitting there looking like the finest chocolate pudding I've ever seen."

"Ew what," you giggle. "We're going to In-N-Out that's final." With Target being the last stop you pull into his parking spot where Satoru was going to instruct you to pull in but you surprised him when you put the gear in reverse, one hand on the back of his headrest, the other on the wheel reversing perfectly into the designated area. Putting the car in park you look at him scowling and say, "Alright baby let's-"

"Who the fuck are you fucking besides me?"

"Excuse me?!"

"How did you learn how to reverse perfectly like that? Is it Nanami? He's the only one I know who reverses like that?"

"Breh really?" 🤦🏽‍♀️

Kento Nanami: Nervous was the last adjective he would use to describe the nerves that were running through him at the moment. Anxious? Most accurate. He has never once been a passenger, always opting to give you the princess treatment regardless of his fatigue. "Come oooonnnn Nanamiiiiiiiii let me do this for you. It's the least I can do since you're always driving us around." Sighing in defeat he reluctantly agreed leading him to his current predicament; you zooming on the freeway as he gripped your door handle. Glancing over he watched your right hand on the wheel, the left propped up on the window sill holding your tilted head when it dawned on him that you were unaware of how fast you were actually going. This is how she normally drives?? Would he describe you as reckless? Slightly. No regards to anyone's life except your one? Leaning toward it. "Darling," he hisses out through gritted teeth.

"Yeah?"

"You do realize the speed limit is 65 right?"

"Yeah why?" Looking to your speedometer you gasp out, "Oh shit!" you were pulling 90 and not a cop car in sight. You sheepishly glance in his direction and say, "At least we didn't get pulled over."

Geto Suguru: Having the music low enough as to not disturb Nanako and Mimiko you and Suguru chatted quietly about all types of random topics. Being stuck in traffic always brought out the worst in every human and today was no exception. Bumper to bumper there was finally a break as the line of cars started flowing. "Finally." you huff out. As you pressed on the gas to accelerate a bit more a car cut in front of you jumping to the next lane over making you stomp on your brakes. "Mother-!"

"Babe the girls."

"That doesn't give him the right to drive like a maniac!"

"I'm just glad that we're all safe." At the top of your lungs you yell out while pointing at them, "You're lucky I have my kids in the car with me!"

"Babe the windows are rolled up." 🤦🏽‍♀️

Choso: "Babe is it alright if the kids come along?"

"Yuji, Megs, and Nobara?"

"Yes, they won't stop hounding me about watching you drive."

"Y'all need to chill" you laugh out speaking into the steering wheel. "Y'all make it seem like me driving is on the same level of the Mona Lisa."

"Well it kinda is."

"And who's fault is that? Every time I offer to meet you at whatever location you refuse saying and I quote, 'You're a princess and deserve to be treated like one.'"

"But you are."

"Cho," you squeal. "That's beside the point." Chuckling you couldn't help but blush at the deep timbre of his voice. "Well get the kids ready. I'm 5 minutes out."

"Ok. See you in a bit. Be safe."

"Always."

Pulling in front of the Itaodri house you found a lone, pale figure with a scar spreckled across his cheek surrounded by 2 overhype teens, one silently judging them. Rolling your window down youyell out, "Uber for Choso and co?"

"Here, here, here!" Yuji yells back. Parking the car you unlock the doors telling them to squeeze in the back, Choso sliding in beside you kissing your cheek. "Hi babe." the baritone in his voice making you internally shiver.

"Hi handsome. So where we off to?"

"Groceries, game stop for Megs, Target for Nobara, and maybe a gym store. Yuji wants some boxing gloves."

"Okay. But y'all better not judge me." Rolling her eyes Nobara asks, "Why would we judge you?" Offering her a sheepish grin while eyeing her in the rear view you answer, "I play my music real loud, sometimes have my own concerts and it's on shuffle." Dismissing your answer with a wave of her hand she retorts, "Please. Your shuffle can't be that bad."

"I listen to everything."

"Said by everyone." The drive to Target was approximately 20 minutes; within those 20 minutes your passengers went through a range of emotions: ready to fight (Set It Off - Lil Kayla), paying tribute to a late grandmother (Helena), felt like they were part of a rave (rampage), lost in translation twice (SKZ and a Samoan song), rapped along to Ice Cube, and finally belting out Keyshia Cole's Love. Parking the car you shut it off taking in your passengers. "Wow," Nobara breaks the silence. "You really do listen to everything." Laughing you look to Choso who quietly says, "You should sing to me more often."

Toji Fushiguro: "You're not gonna make it."

"Oh so you're doubting me now?"

"Look doll I've been driving longer than you have."

"Longer driving experience doesn't equate to greatness." You were doing 50MPH in a 35MPH trying to get to the green light before it turns yellow. The problem? You would need to make a wide left turn to continue about your ways. Stomping your foot on the gas the light turned yellow. "Y/N!" Toji hissed. Smirking you crossed the thresh hold while the light remained yellow; easing a bit you flicked the steering wheel to the left lifting off the throttle making the car careen smoothly into the lane. Quickly and simultaneously releasing the throttle and straightening the angle of your wheel you continued smooth sailing. A beat of silence passed before Toji huffed out, "That. was. FUCKING AWESOME! Where did you learn that babe?"

"Fuck you dawg you thought I wouldn't make it."

"Fuck babe that just turned me on so bad." Giggling you flick your head ahead. "There's an abandoned alleyway straight ahead. You can put that doubtful mouth to use."

"Yes ma'am."

Ryomen Sukuna: 3PM - 5PM on a weekday is practically the cursed time for anyone operating a vehicle: school buses fill the roads, drivers are trying to maneuver around other cars by any means necessary, taking short cuts or trying to wedge themselves into cramped spaces, horns blaring. Offering to take Sukuna to run his errands you now found yourself stuck bumper to bumper with rapper Mozzy playing in the background. You pressed on the gas inching forward a little when a tan colored mini coup cut you off, making you slam on your brakes and begin to fervently press your horn. Rolling down your window you yell out, "Don't know how to fucking signal asshole?! Use your fucking eyes next time!" You swerve into the left lane where you manage to pass the mini coup flipping the driver off in the process. Stunned Sukuna bellows out, "Remind me to never drive in front of you."

"Oh so you were thinking 'bout leaving huh? Because if you are I swear to god I will drive this car into incoming traffic and we both gon' be goners, how 'bout that?"

"Jesus chirst woman where did you even get that logic?! You're insane!"

"Okay and? You love my insane ass." Smirking he clasps your thigh squeezing it in agreement. "Damn straight I do."

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[ddejavvu]

getting in early for mvm otherwise I’ll forget again 😂

could you do something where eddie munson is dating a clumsy reader, and he’s forever finding new bruises on her and kissing them better?

mvm is on a temporary hiatus because of my schoolwork but also this isn't an au so you don't have to worry about mvm !!

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Eddie isn't used to undressing you with this level of chastity, but you're sleepy and drunk so it's business, not pleasure. He slips your top off of your torso, using its stretchy straps to slip it out from under your bum rather than trying to wrestle it over your head. It's currently weighing down his pillow, and he doesn't want to lift it and disturb the haze you've fallen into. He takes your shorts off with the top and scavenges through his dresser to find your favorite pair of his old gym shorts, the ones with the stretchy elastic that make them a perfect fit on you regardless of the size.

He retrieves a shirt for you as well, turning to take your left foot into his hand. He prompts you, 'Leg up, babe.' but notices a dark-colored splotch against the side of your knee that he hadn't seen in the low light that you'd been hanging out in before now.

"What's that?" He pokes at it, gently of course, but just enough so that you feel it. You whine at the feeling, letting him lift your leg off of the bed to threat it through the hole in his shorts.

"Bruise." You offer helpfully, and he snickers.

"I know that, I'm asking where you got it from."

"I dunno," You shrug, liquor lacing your words, "Pro'lly from bumping into the counter yesterday."

"You've gotta be more careful," He chides, bending down to kiss the marks softly, but he doesn't mean his scolding, he just doesn't know what else to say. You are careful, but you're clumsy by nature, and no amount of care can reverse that. If you try hard not to bump into something you'll trip over a different obstacle, but he feels restless not wishing you could be free of your constant bumps and bruises.

A strand of his hair tickles the bare expanse of your thigh and it raises a giggle from you, one that you jerk with and expose another bruise just above the small of your back.

"Babe!" Eddie gawps, wrestling your other leg into the shorts and hiking them up under your butt, "There's one on your back, too. Does it hurt?"

"No," You hum, slumping forwards in his arms when he pulls you upright to slide his shirt over your head. Your face rests against his tummy and he rubs a hand down your bare back as the shirt falls over it, chasing his touch and shrouding you in fabric that smells exactly like him.

"Lay down," He whispers, gently nudging you back onto the pillows. You fall easily and his hand behind your back stops you from hitting your head too hard against the pillow, your limbs loose and languid after liquor.

"G'night, clumsy," Eddie murmurs as he leans in to kiss a barely-there, faded bruise against your temple. You'd gotten that one from getting out of his car; you'd smacked your face right against the headrest. You blink sleepily at him but don't offer up any response, only the serenity so clearly written on your face as you sink into his mattress. "Try not to fall off the bed," He grins at you, nudging his nose against your cheek as your eyes drift shut, "You're not allowed to get any more bruises tonight."

[jaegeraether]

Sunsets and footballers (Part 92)

Lucy Bronze x Reader (69) & Jordan Nobbs x Leah Williamson (24)

Masterlist (other parts here)

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JORDAN POV

“What are you smiling at?” Leah asked from beside her, placing her hand on her thigh as she drove.

“Can I not just be happy?”

“Of course, but I know your looks. There’s something else there. Don’t you go hidin’ it from me now.”

Jordan smirked, her head resting against the headrest of her seat as she stared at Leah. She was wearing grey joggers, white sneakers, a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and a cap, her face still lit up and happy from their morning of golfing. The corners of her eyes were crinkled. She never liked it, the signs of her ageing, however it was one of the things Jordan loved most in the world.

Leah looked at her. “Jord?”

“I was thinking that not long ago I was on a beach, alone and feeling hopeless.” She saw Leah’s expression fall and held her arm with both of her own, leaning in slightly to kiss her shoulder. “And now I’m the happiest I’ve ever been. Everything I was upset about is a thing of the past. I have a new friend who I wouldn’t trade for the world. I’m getting game time and making friends within the group. And I have you…” Leah’s face softened. Although they’d spent the morning doing something Leah had loved – it was the perfect day for Jordan also as she got to spend it with her. She murmured her next words softly. “I want to grow old with you, Lea.”

She waited for a reaction for what seemed like an eternity.

Leah pulled up somewhere and stopped the car, putting it in park and turning off the engine. When she turned to her, Jordan could see her tears forming and threatening to spill over.

“Oh Christ, you’ve done it to me.” She accused, wiping at her eyes. Jordan chuckled and gave her the time she needed.

“You want to grow old with me?” Leah asked, holding eye contact. It was ironic as she was the younger of the pair.

“I do.” Jordan brought Leah’s hand to her cheek and nodded against it. “Do you?”

Leah rolled her eyes. “Of course I do, silly girl. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

Jordan leant over and tasted the salty tears on Leah’s lips as she kissed her. It felt like home. Leah’s hand pressed against her chest; over her heart which calmed the nerves. Just like she knew it would. No one knew Jordan like Leah did.

She savoured the taste of her until Leah pulled back gently, her thumb stroking over her chest.

“We need to talk about what’s going to happen though, Jord.” She murmured lowly against her lips.

Jordan nodded against her and whispered a response that was almost a croak. “I know.”

She pulled back and any nerves she had for the conversation were immediately calmed by looking at Leah alone. She was calm, collected, and looking like she was in it, regardless of what obstacles they had to overcome.

“Arsen-” she started.

“No.” Jordan cut off, shaking her head. “No. My Arsenal days are over. I’ve made my peace with it. I’m getting game time with Villa, and I don’t have long enough left to be on the bench half the time, which we both know Jonas will do with me. You all have too many quality players.”

Leah pondered her words for a minute, looking like she was going to argue, and then eventually coming to terms with it and nodding. “Okay, Jord. Are you happy with Villa?”

“I am now..”

“And you’re enjoying Birmingham?”

She knew where this was going. “I know it’s not ideal, being so far from London, but hey, it’s only a few hours. We can do that… right?”

Leah didn’t hesitate. “A few years apart is nothing. I’m not losing you again. But… I was thinking I could join Villa…”

Jordan felt her eyes widen as she thought about it for a split second before shaking her head. “No. Absolutely not. Arsenal is your home. I’ve never met a bigger Gooner in my life. I want to see you retire there.”

Leah opened her mouth to speak again, though Jordan beat her there. “There’re no arguments here, Lea. If you can do the distance while I finish my career out at Villa, then we stay where we are. And anytime there are international camps, I’ll come to you. We’ll spend out weekends together. Any spare chances we get.”

“You may be at the camps too..”

Jordan gave her a look. “I’m p…past my time.” She stuttered out with emotion and caught herself with a deep breath. “Sarina won’t call me up again. I’ve made my peace with that too. I’ve had a few conversations with Luce and YFN about it… but I will be there for you. I’ll be at all of your games in England kit.”

Leah’s face softened at first at that comment, and then slowly, Jordan could see that crease forming between her eyebrows. She reached out and smoothed it over. “It’s okay, Lea. It really is. I promise.”

Her hand found her cheek and Leah leant into it. “Are you sure?” She muttered.

“I just want you.”

“You have me.” She admitted with an exaggerated sigh. “God, you’ve always had me, Jordan.”

Jordan’s heart skipped a beat.

“I just want you to be happy.”

“This will make me happy. Me at Villa, you at Arsenal. Us together. We’ll make it work.”

“You won’t get lonely out there?”

“I have Blu, and YFN will be moving back in while she gets better. And I’ll have you whenever you’re free.”

“I’ll be with you every chance I get, but I do have a lot of commitments.” She admitted. “I have events. Charity work. Interviews. A lot of expectations… and I know you don’t like coming to events-”

“-I’ll come.”

Leah almost startled. “What? You’ve never come to an event with me before…”

“We weren’t ever public. We are now.”

“Are you sure?”

“It’s part of your life, and I want to be there for it. Plus it means more time together and excuses to dress up..”

Leah grinned. Actually grinned. “So you’ll leave clothes in London?”

“At your house?”

“At our house.” She corrected.

Jordan’s lips twitched as she hid a smile. “Yes. And you’ll keep some at our Birmingham place?”

“Well, it makes sense to, of course.”

Jordan beamed lightly, trying to calm her excited heart. “It’s agreed. Now let’s get home so I can listen to you singing your horrendous country music from the shower while I make us some ham sandwiches for lunch.”

Leah chuckled and it was such a carefree sound. As if all the worries she had, were just expelled with their conversation. She reached out to stroke Jordan’s cheek before gesturing outside to the garage. “We’re already home.”

Jordan’s mouth dropped open slightly before she caught it.

“What about… other parts of our future?”

“What do you mean?” Jordan asked. “You mean our careers afterwards?”

“Well yeah, along with the other important things we never talked about before. Like marriage and kids.”

“It’s best to talk about it all now…” Jordan acknowledged. “What are your thoughts on kids?”

Jordan knew Leah wanted kids, but with her endometriosis, it made it difficult. It would always be Jordan who would need to carry them.

“You know what I want,” Leah sighed. “I want them. Even if we adopt.”

“I’ll carry them…” Jordan offered. They’d never spoken about it like this before, and she’d never offered, but now was the right time. They were all in. Honesty and compromise was necessary for their future together. “Just give me another two years of football. I want to see if I can make the Euros in 2025. If not, then I’ll retire.”

Leah was shocked. She turned in her seat. “Jordan, I can’t ask you to do that.”

“You’re not asking,” she reassured. “I’m offering. I want this, Leah. I want us. A future with you. I have to be realistic. And the reality is that I will be lucky to be starting in two years. My best football is behind me. Time is not on my side.”

“There are other options… surrogacy, adoption, freezing eggs…”

Jordan reached over and touched that worried crease again between her eyebrows and felt it deepen under her finger as Leah’s thoughts and worry ran more rampant. “This is what I want. I promise.”

Leah took some time to accept that. She reached out and laid her hand on Jordan’s lower tummy, eventually allowing herself a little smile.

“A little Nobbs.”

“A little Williamson.”

“You’d take my name? And carry our kids?”

“There’s nothing I want more than two little Williamson’s running around, causing and then solving chaos. Telling everyone what’s right and wrong.”

Leah chuckled. “Fair.” She tilted her head. “Three.”

Jordan shook her head. “Two. Better for travelling.”

“Hm. Okay. Two. But the first jersey we’re buying them is a Nobbs England kit.”

Jordan didn’t think she’d ever felt so happy in her life. These were the conversations they’d avoided previously. Only now did she realise it was because they weren’t ready for them then. They were now. They were all in it, now. And she knew that Leah would drop everything if Jordan wanted that. But she didn’t.

Jordan had reached the point in her life where she wanted to finish her career and go out on her own terms. She was already thinking about the future. She hoped she’d be lucky enough to bring their kids to Leah’s games if she were still playing. To be fair, Leah was the type of person who would play well into her mid to late 30s. She was the leader the team needed. She thrived on the pitch, and off it.

The only thing that had made her feel uneasy was the thought of finding a job after it, when the entirety of her life had been as a football player. It was a career with such a short life-span, though her first thought was YFN and the conversations they’d had about what she’d do after she retired. Jordan wasn’t the interviewing type, though knowing YFN, she’d find the perfect job for her.

Jordan’s thoughts were interrupted by Leah reaching out to cup her cheek and stroke it with her thumb.

“I have two more conditions.”

Jordan raised her eyebrow. It was cheeky given all that she’d offered from her side already.

“Go on, then.”

“I know we had the kiss at the game on Friday… but I want us to make it official on social media.” She requested. “Only if you’re comfortable with it, of course. I don’t want us to be dancing around the media. Let’s tell everyone on our own terms.”

This was a slight surprise as previously; it had been Leah to ask that they didn’t make it official. To be fair, they’d grown a lot in a year, and she completely understood Leah’s want to keep her private life private given just how famous she was.

“Okay, Lea. But… only after tonight. When the situation with Mark is sorted out.”

Leah nodded. “Agreed.”

“And the second condition?”

Leah paused, her eyes flicking between Jordan’s as if searching for something. Whatever it was, she seemed to find it.

“Marry me, Jordan.”

YFN POV

YFN was looking down at the colourful keychain in her hand, fiddling with it to stop her hands from trembling. The yellow key was for Lucy’s Spanish apartment. The blue for her place in Manchester. The red for her… for their place in London. The black fob for Miles. She bit her lip.

“Hey, love,” Lucy eased, reaching out to touch one of her dimples as they pulled up to a red light. “Your dimples are working overtime. What’s wrong..?”

She closed her eyes, allowing herself to lean into Lucy’s hand. “I’m just a little nervous, Luce.”

“About Mark?”

She nodded, kissing her palm and lowering it to tangle their fingers as Lucy began to drive again.

“It’ll all be sorted tonight.”

“I’m not so sure. He’s not one to back down so easily. It’s his child…”

Lucy was silent, though YFN could see her jaw twitch slightly, betraying the feeling inside her. It made them all uncomfortable.

“I did some research on them…” she murmured, her grip tightening on Lucy’s hand. She stroked patterns into the back of it absentmindedly with her sling hand as it hung there. Lucy loved being touched by her and she knew it would ease her. Especially with the topic of conversation. “They were beautiful. Young. Talented. They loved reading fantasy and fiction. They adored female footballers. They used to write in their school newspaper, and loved JK more than anything…” She paused and took a deep breath. “Callie wrote this article about when they came out to Mark on the roof of their house. They were always the tomboy in the family. The one their dad wanted to be a boy. One day they were up fixing the tiles on the roof together when Callie told him…”

Although she didn’t say anything, she knew Lucy was listening intently. “…they were worried he’d react badly or perhaps even push them from the roof. He didn’t. He sat with them on the roof and offered them a beer. They watched the sunset in silence until he said, ‘You’ll always be the best part of me.’ He offered to pay for all of their surgery. Callie said in the article that it was the best day of their life.”

Lucy cleared her throat but didn’t say anything. YFN continued. “They titled it: ‘The sunset that changed my life.’ It was a beautifully written article. I wish I had a talent like them at that age. After that, Callie’s story spread throughout high school like you would expect, though worse. They were bullied. Dragged into classrooms and beaten. Mark tried to stop it when he realised. They survived by burying their head into football… and books. Fantasy. Anything creative and world-building. Just wanting an escape…”

“And then the comments…” Lucy muttered.

“And then the comments,” she whispered, wondering if Joanne knew the harm she’d done. “That was the final straw.”

Lucy pulled into a carpark and stopped. “Little one?”

“Luce?”

She turned to her with a serious, caring look on her face. “I’m going to be a good parent, aren’t I?”

Her heart melted. How could she even think that she wouldn’t? “You asking that question proves that you will be, Luce.” She raised her hand to kiss it. “You’re going to be such a good mum, that I find myself daydreaming about it whenever I see you with Alzira and Freddie. And your fans, Luce. You’re going to make such a good parent, I promise. And regardless, we’re in this together.”

“I want them to have more opportunities than I did.” She admitted with that strong, Northumberland accent of hers.

“We’ll give them the world, and make sure they know how lucky they are. Let’s start by giving Mark the closure he needs for Callie.”

Lucy smiled and nodded, satisfied.

She put the car into drive and drove into the closest drive-thru. “Hungry already?”

She gave an offended look. “I was getting you a hot chocolate to calm your nerves…”

When YFN heard her order a hot chocolate, a coffee and some snacks, she rolled her eyes at the lie and received a cheeky Lucy grin in return.

They arrived at the airport around 6pm, boarding slightly earlier than the Lionesses, though they were on separate flights. They parked up Miles in a designated bay, and once their luggage was collected, they were driven to the aircraft. It was a small, private plane, something she’d been in before with Ridley. Though Riddles had nothing to do with this one.

This was all Catherine.

Lucy carried her up the stairs and placed her down gently at the top. They greeted the pilots and crew, before seeing that Leah and Jordan were already onboard and ready to go.

They greeted them and sat down near each other, strapping in. Lucy laid out her snacks on the table, and YFN her laptop. Every second closer to their meeting, she became more nervous.

She felt Lucy’s hand take hold of her thigh formly and realised she was bouncing her leg. It automatically stopped at the feeling of Lucy there. She took a deep breath and calmed herself, taking a sip of her hot chocolate.

It was then that she remembered exactly what he’d done to Leah and Dory. They had much more reason to be nervous than she did.

With a gentle smile, she looked over to her friends opposite them who both seemed more excited than nervous. They kept staring at each other and catching themselves, smiling like idiots. YFN tilted her head, pondering over it. It was too obvious to miss… or so she thought. She looked over at Lucy who was very unaware, instead fully focussed on the food she was munching away on, seemably happy with her choices.

She turned back to Dory as she looked at Leah, blushed, and looked away, directly at YFN who caught her. She felt her mouth drop open. Dory’s eyes widened as she realised she knew.

“Something you care to share with the group?”

Lucy stopped mid-chew and looked at the pair. She was terrible at social cues, and YFN had always wondered whether it was the ADHD or if she simply wasn’t interested.

Suddenly, she was choking.

“Luce, are you okay? What is it?”

She kept choking, her face going slightly red as she pointed to Dory’s hand. And the giant fucking rock on it.

[spacequokka]

Day 24 | Mistletoe

Pairing: Jisung x Reader Genre: f2l, fluff Rating: PG-13 Summary: Felix lays a trap for you two with a mistletoe. Word Count: 1.8k Warnings: Language, alcohol mentioned

Sometimes you have to be an emotional support human for your resident quokka. The same one sitting in your passenger seat biting his nails as he no doubt counted the cars surrounding Felix’s apartment building.

“Want some water?” You tapped his shoulder with a water bottle. “Bet it tastes better than your fingers.”

For the first time since you pulled up, he looked at you. “Doesn’t it seem like a whole lot more than ‘just a few?’” He turned back to the window. “What if it’s, like, standing room only? I haven’t been to a packed house party since uni and—”

You turned his face towards you and pinched his pretty lips shut. “It’s entirely possible Lixie’s neighbors threw a party too. And it’s a big building.” You let him go and turned the car off. “But if for some reason it’s packed in there, we can either hang out in his bedroom or I can take you home and we can watch a movie or something.” You patted his hand. “No worries, okay? He’ll understand.”

He grimaced. “But then you’ll miss the party!” He glanced at your outfit, a rendition of Santa’s little helper. “You were so proud of it.”

“Yeah, but it's just a Christmas costume.” You shrugged. “I mean, I got to wear it and it’ll be seen regardless. It’s not like I’m in a fashion show.” You shook you head. “Besides that, I won’t ditch you. You’re stuck with me tonight. Unless you finally get laid. Then you’re on your own, bud.”

That did the trick. Jisung’s head fell back against the headrest as he cackled, swiping at you playfully. “You’d abandon me when I needed you most?”

You made a face. “I do not need to guide you through dicking someone down. I know you have a general idea of what to do.” You opened your car door. “I saw that Amazon order of hentai.”

He choked on his spit and scrambled to get out. “You said you didn’t see what was inside!” He pointed. “You lied?”

“I see you’re not denying what it was.” It took everything in you not to cackle as his ears and cheeks flushed red. Together you made your way up two flights of stairs to Felix's door. As you entered the apartment, the sound of laughter and music filled the air, confirming Jisung's fears that it was indeed a packed house. Whoops. His hand wrapped around yours with a tight grip as he looked around for a familiar face. Just as you were about to say something, a loud voice called out your name.

"You made it!" Felix scurried over and pulled you both into a hug. "I was beginning to think you'd cancel on me."

"Oh, please." You pinched his side. "I said I was coming and I keep my word. However," you gave a pointed look around the room, "we didn't expect it to be this crowded."

At least he had the grace to duck his head. "My bad. I sent the invite to Changbin and he invited everyone he could think of. But!" He brightened up again. "Me and Jin made sure to reserve a room for you to chill in. There's a cooler with drinks, wings and pizza, and the PS5 is all set up with charged controllers."

Jisung pulled Felix into another hug, peppering his cheek with kisses. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Felix groaned, feigning disgust as he pulled away until something above your heads caught his attention. "Oh, well I guess it's okay since we're standing under the mistletoe." His expression turned devious as he looked at you. "You should get a kiss, too."

Jisung froze, stock still and unblinking. "Huh?"

You looked up. Yup, that was a mistletoe, alright. You had no doubt Felix was the one to put it there as Hyunjin wouldn't want people crowding the doorway. You looked at Felix, unamused. "You are so fucking corny."

"That is your personal opinion and quite frankly it's shit." He turned back to Jisung. "Come on, kiss her." He nudged Jisung closer. It wasn't until then that you caught the fear in his wide, brown eyes. He hadn't said a word and he had a death grip on your hand. But you couldn't figure out why. He'd just kissed Felix with no problem. Was it because of you? You knew your friendship wasn't on the same level as his with Felix or Hyunjin, but you thought it was at least somewhere near a playful kiss under a mistletoe.

Jisung shifted and avoided your gaze. You weren't going to make him kiss you if he didn't want to. You turned to tell Felix as much but the brat began chanting "kiss" triggering the party-goers to follow suit. “Lixie, you ass.”

It was too late. The chant grew louder and you noticed Jisung’s palm started to sweat. You knew the easiest way out would be leaving the party, but you didn’t want to do that. Part of you was a little jealous that Jisung would hesitate to kiss you. He’d kissed girls before, even fucked them. Before really thinking it through, you grabbed him by the chin and planted a three second kiss on his plush lips. The crowd erupted into cheers and went back to their conversations. Felix, the little bridge troll that he is, skillfully dodged your kick to his ass as he led you two to his room.

“You can be an asshole sometimes.” You mumbled once you were away from other ears.

Felix shrugged, eyes darting over to Jisung before a grin spread across his lips. “Just sometimes, huh?” He winked at Jisung prompting you to turn to him too. Jisung’s cheeks were flushed again and he pressed his fingertips to his lips. You’d watched enough anime with him to know that look and it confused you. Just a few minutes ago you were thinking he’d hate you for kissing him and now he—“Well, I’m gonna go check on the others. Don’t want anyone shitting in the dishwasher.”

And he was gone.

“Who the hell does that?” You asked yourself as you shrugged off your jacket and tossed it into a chair in the corner. You brushed off your skirt before kneeling on the floor and going through the cooler. “What do you want to drink, Sungie? He put both alcoholic and non-alcoholic in here.”

Silence. You bit your lip. If he wasn’t going to say anything about it, neither would you. It happened. Let it go.

“Fine. Here, take a Lime-a-Rita.” You held up the large can.

“Ew. You know I hate those.” He inched closer to look for himself. “Just gimme a Sprite.”

You mocked him under your breath and passed him a can. “So what are we playing first?” And just like that, things went back to normal. You went from game to game, plowing through the food and drinks. Nearly three hours later, he called for a break so you could use the bathroom and when you got back, you heard Felix’s voice through the door.

“Just ask her. She’s not gonna say no.”

“I don’t think she wanted to do it the first time. You put us on the spot.”

“Yeah because you were supposed to make your move.” Felix sighed. “How can things change if you don’t let her know how you feel? As much as you like to pretend, she actually can’t read your mind.”

There was a sigh and the door opened. Felix jumped back. “Oh! Can you not?” He put a hand over his chest. “Between the two of you, I’m gonna fucking die.”

You pushed him out the way. “It isn’t like you don’t deserve it.”

Felix snorted. “Oh, like I haven’t heard that before.” He disappeared down the hall.

You sat next to Jisung on the bed and took a chip from his bag. He licked his lips and swallowed. “So, how much did—”

“What is it you’re supposed to ask me?” You looked at him. “Is it about the kiss?”

His eyes widened for a second and he nodded, eyebrows scrunched together. “Did…did you want to kiss me or did you just do it to get it over with?”

You tilted your head and took another chip. “Both. I could tell you were uncomfortable. I’m sorry for kissing you without asking permission first, though. Thought it was weird you were okay with kissing Lixie but not me.”

He startled like you’d physically shocked him. “No it was different! I always kiss people on the cheek.” He touched his cheeks. “But usually mistletoe kisses are on the lips. And I’ve never—we’ve never, not like that.”

You sipped your soda. “So that’s why you froze up? Because it was something new?” You nodded. That made sense. If he wasn’t sure how you’d react and he’d never done it before, of course he’d overanalyze the situation. “I thought you just didn’t want to kiss me. I considered just leaving the party for a minute.”

He shook his head. “I’d never mind kissing you.” He lowered his voice and touched his lips again. “It was…nice.” His eyes darted over to you. “I—I keep thinking about it. It was kinda short.”

You nearly choked mid-sip. “What do you mean ‘short?’ I thought three seconds were long enough for a peck.”

“Everything happened so fast. Once second you were arguing with Lix then your lips were on mine then you were gone. I just, I really didn’t get to experience it since I was in my head.” He put the bag of chips to the side. “I want to remember the first time I kissed you like that, y’know?”

His words made your chest tingle as butterflies took flight. “I mean, I kissed you but I get what you’re saying.”

His gaze didn’t leave your face as you both sat there in silence. His hand found yours and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “Yeah, so…what I wanted to ask was if you’d let me try again? Lemme give you something to remember.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Unless you weren’t into it before, then we totally don’t have to—”

“Ugh, Ji. Come on!”

He startled but thankfully leaned close and brought his lips to yours. His hands rested on your shoulders, holding you in place as if he believed you’d pull away too soon. The kiss was slow and gentle, allowing you to savor every moment of it. Your heart raced as Jisung's lips met yours again and again, a soft and tender connection that sent sparks of warmth through your body. When he finally pulled away, both of you were breathless and wearing matching smiles.

“Better?”

His eyes lit up as he rubbed the tip of his nose against yours. “Impossible to forget. Merry Christmas.”

[taones]

If You Can Hold On - A.A, S.K, S.D

Part four is finally here! reminder that I do not accept criticism, this could be crap but I do not care if it is <3 it's been like three years in the making so take it or leave it king!

pairing ~ poly asadaisuga x gn!reader

warnings ~ pining, angst, negative emotions, suggestive towards the end, probably bad writing but gimme a break I haven't written in a year, cursing <3

You couldn’t sleep.

Every time you closed your eyes it was like the image of the boys were burned into your retinas. At first, it had incited some sort of rage in you - their actions at the diner curdled with the waffles you had eaten, churning in a way that made your stomach feel tight and queasy. Admittedly,  Daichi got to you the most. He was never one to hide his emotions, but he usually kept his sadness to himself. It took a lot of effort over many years of friendship to get Daichi comfortable with expressing that in front of you. Seeing him so emotional, exhaustion weighing on his shoulders, had struck something in you. Not that you were sure what that emotion was.

The longer Kiyoko drove, the less angry you felt. The rage from the diner slid off your shoulders like water - which only allowed for fatigue to settle itself across your chest. Of course, that didn’t mean you could sleep. Instead, you gnawed on your lip and focused your gaze on the back of Yachi’s headrest, trying desperately not to think of the situation. 

Every time you thought back on the weekend that had passed, you couldn’t help but cringe. When they had talked about adding a third to their relationship, you had been so caught up in how you felt that you hadn’t stopped to be logical. Of course, seeing them with someone like that would hurt, but it would hurt so much more to not see them at all. There wasn’t much time for you to stop and be realistic about the situation. You four had known each other so long there was no way they would let you walk out of their lives that easily. 

Resting your head in your hands, you sighed. 

“You okay?”

You snorted, lifting your head to catch Kiyoko’s eye through the mirror. 

“Would you be?”

She hummed, shrugging her shoulders. 

“Probably not” she began, “but me and Yachi talk about our feelings.”

She paired her statement with a smile and a pointed look. Yikes. She was correct, naturally, but it didn’t make it any easier to hear. Her ‘I told you so’ tone made you cringe and immediately jump to defend yourself. 

“Okay, yeah good point, but it’s harder when its three of them and we’ve known each other for forever”

“And you’ve been moping for half of that” 

Grumbling, you adjusted in your seat. She was right, as Kiyoko often is. Deep down you knew it was dumb for you to sit on these feelings for so long and never even drop a hint to the boys about your feelings. You would say it was fear, but you knew it was cowardice. 

The traffic slowed to a stop in front of you, it was mid-evening now so you knew Kiyoko would be dying to get out and stretch her legs at some point. It would be a good opportunity to wake Yachi up from her never-ending nap and grab some coffee for the night stretch of the drive. The car had passed a marker for a rest stop a couple miles back anyway. The woman in the front whipped out her phone while the traffic was at a standstill and shot off a few texts rapidly. 

“This traffic doesn’t seem to be letting up any time soon, you should get some sleep and i’ll wake you up when we get to the rest stop”

Knowing Kiyoko, this was more of a ‘listen to me’ than a suggestion. Regardless, you felt your eyelids begin to droop at the mention of a nap. Soon enough, your head was resting against the cool window and you were drifting off.

—

Your body was jostled awake by the car pulling in. Night time had truly fallen by this point and the LEDs on the dash told you it had reached 9pm. Shifting, you forced your joints to crack and pop as you stretched your body back to life. Your joints screamed at you to get out of the cramped vehicle. 

“We’re here!” 

You groaned at Yachi’s chipper tone. 

“Come on sleeping beauty, lets get some coffee”

The industrial lights of the rest stop burned your eyes as soon as you walked through the revolving doors. The white linoleum floor squealed against your trainers and the swishing and screaming of coffee machines made your ears hurt. The crying had caused your nose to stuff up to the point you could tell your eyes were still crusty and puffy, even without checking in a mirror. Still, you persevered and trudged towards the coffee shop at the back of the stop. 

“We’re gonna go to the bathroom and meet you back at the car, that okay?” Kiyoko asked, pressing a palm to your shoulder. 

You nodded, rubbing your eyes. 

Honestly, you really didn’t give a shit if you were left alone in the rest stop - it meant you could escape its stupidly bright lights and ridiculous shiny flooring as soon as possible. Maybe having a coffee in your hand at the end of all this will make the awful situation seem ever so slightly better. But, until you had that coffee, you would continue grouchily stomping up the aisles of the rest stop. 

—

By the time you got back to the car, you assumed the girls would've already sat in the front seats - waiting for you to get back. Instead, the front seats were dark and empty and there was no sign of the couple. 

You tried the door - locked.

Footsteps echoed behind you. Your heart fell to your stomach. 

“y/n, thank god”

Your head whipped around, coming face to face with the three people you wanted to see least right now. Your mouth opened and closed like a fish. The coffee cup trembled in your grasp and you tried desperately to pretend like it was the cold. 

“Suga-what? Why are you guys here?” you asked, tripping on your words. 

“Because you ran off!” 

Taken aback, you took a step backwards towards the car. Suga, or even Daichi, talking to you like that. As with every friendship, there had been ups and downs but you and Asahi rarely argued. So him bursting out in an undeniably emotional way came as a shock to you. 

“Did Kiyoko text you?” you asked incredulously, ignoring his previous statement.

“Yeah we know we messed up Y/n, but you need to give us a chance to explain ourselves” he continued, running a hand through his hair, “you can’t just call Kiyoko and expect her to save you”

The sense of betrayal squeezed your stomach, even tighter, sending heat rushing through your limbs. Your mouth hung open in shock. The rage bubbled up inside you once again and you clenched your fist against the side of your jeans.

“I ran away? You pushed me out! All three of you did, with your secrecy and your whispering and your keeping things from me” you ranted.

“I am your friend, your best friend at that. You tell me when you change anything about your life but when you want to add some random person to your relationship - that's suddenly not for me to know? Because that makes so much sense!”

You gasped. That wasn’t meant to come out. 

The three men in front of you stared at you in shock. Asahi’s face was red as a firetruck and the other two were holding each other's hand in a death grip. Even though it had been upsetting you, that information was still something you were not meant to know. You couldn’t help but feel a curl of shame choking your stomach in its grip. Gnawing on your lip, you pulled your arms around your torso and shrunk away from the three men in front of you. It was easy to pretend that they were the ones at fault, and their actions definitely still hurt, but you were face to face with the consequences of your own actions and unable to accept that. 

A laugh broke you out of your stupor. It was a classic Daichi chuckle, mixed with hints of disbelief. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you somewhat insecure.  

“Oh my god, Y/n this is why we say you need to listen to us.” huffed Koushi. 

Asahi was just standing there in front of you, shoulders sagged. You stepped towards him, confusion still racking your brain. As much as you were upset with them right now, Asahi was still your friend and you knew how sensitive he could get. 

“It’s you, y/n” he mumbled.

You paused, brows shooting up. 

“Huh”

“It’s you, you’re the fourth person, you’re who we were talking about”

It felt like the wind had been sucked from your stomach. The bitterness of your coffee sat heavy on your tongue and began to make your stomach churn. Stumbling, you grasped tightly onto Asahi’s hands in front of you.

“You’re not serious?” you forced out, looking him in the eye. 

You could not have missed that. You searched for any sign they might like you continuously for the past almost-decade of friendship. Again and again you found nothing, so why has that changed now? They wouldn’t be messing with you, that’s not something Asahi would do. You scrunched your nose in confusion.

“Yes we’re serious, why do you think we’d hide it from you? That makes no sense at al-”

You cut the taller man off with a teary laugh, launching yourself at him to wrap him in a hug. He let out a small ‘oof’, obviously shocked - but held you in his arms regardless. 

“y/n, you’re always telling us about the value of communication and then you pull shit like this on us” came a teasing muse from the silver-haired man behind you. 

“Oh shush Kou, come here - both of you”

The other two joined your hug. Suga wiggled between you and your larger companion and Daichi wrapped his strong arms around all three of you. God, you were so stupid. 

“Wait, what does this mean?” you asked, pulling back, “for us then, for our friendship?”

“Uh, whatever you want it to mean really. I suppose it’s up to you” Daichi mumbled, scratching his head. 

“Um no, not saying what we really want is how we got into the situation in the first place, we need to tell the truth” Suga scolded, rubbing his hand up and down his brunette boyfriend's shoulder. 

“We would like you to join our relationship, y/n. Officially” 

Asahi spoke softly, resting his hands on your waist. 

Butterflies exploded in you. A grin broke out across your face, your gaze shifting to each one of the men in front of you. Naturally, you had imagined this moment several times - mostly teenage daydreaming. Everything from intimate confessions with dozens of roses, to loud and garish prom-confessions on the dancefloor had been imagined. Nothing, however, could compare to the feeling of hearing the words in real life. 

“We love you” Suga spoke gently into your ear.

“And we want you,” Daichi added. 

Tears welled up in your eyes and you sniffed. Nodding, you wrapped your arms around all three and best you could and tilted your head back in a giddy laugh. None of this felt real. It was almost too good to be true.

Cold droplets began to fall out of the sky, hitting heated skin from the rush of the confessions. As the drops began to pelt your face and shoulders, you turned to the boy closest to you and grabbed his jaw in your hands. 

“You mean it? Really, you’ll have me?”

“Y/n, it’s always been you - nobody else was an option” he confirmed, holding the hand you had placed on his face. 

The long-haired man in question moved the hand on your waist to your back, pulling you close to his face. And, finally, he kissed you. It was warm and comforting, you could ignore the rain pelting down on you because of the explosions of colour that were pulsing from your connected mouths. 

“Hey, stop hogging”

Koushi shouldered Asahi out of the way, not giving you a moment to breathe before plastering himself on you. You laughed into the kiss. It wasn’t as slow and passion filled as Asahi, but it was your Suga all over. Quick and hot and excited, he slid his hands to your waist and connected your hips together as you kissed. It was certainly a steaming first kiss and you were certainly not complaining. 

Daichi groaned next to you, clearly done with his excitable boyfriends antics. The resignation in his tone caused you to giggle and break the kiss - something that elicited a pout out of the man in your arms. 

Sawamura’s strong arms muscled you out of the grip of Suga. The strongest boyfriend was never one to be outdone, he had that firefighter, classic gentlemen energy and it showed in the way he held you. 

The brunette smiled, resting his forehead against yours. 

“It finally feels complete, we should’ve asked you about 5 years sooner than we did”

“To be fair, I did not make it easy for you, did i?” you cringed again. 

He chuckled, shaking his head and snaked his arms around your body. The two of you connected your lips together, moving against one another in a familiar way. Daichi’s kisses felt like the kisses you had seen in Disney movies when you were younger - soft, passionate and romantic. 

The rain was hammering down now, soaking your clothes and hair all the way through. You broke apart from Daichi when you heard cheering from the front of the rest stop.  

Kiyoko and Yachi stood at the entrance, an umbrella covering them. The smaller blonde was jumping up and down, her girlfriends arm wrapped loosely around her shoulders. Kiyoko made eye contact with you, nodding gently in approval. Smiling, you nodded back. 

You felt your cheeks warm and turned to hide your face in Suga’s shoulder. 

“Sooo” you started, “does this mean i have three boyfriends now, cause that’s gonna be hard to explain to the guys”

The three men in front of you chuckled.

“It’s none of their business for now” mused Koushi, nosing at your jaw. 

“We have a whole holiday to think about it, don’t we?” Asahi smiled down at you, “but boyfriends sounds good to us”

You nodded, smiling bashfully up at him. 

“Come on, let's get you into the car hmm?” Daichi asked, sliding an arm around your hips. 

— 

The white sheets crinkled from where they were tucked around your hips. The bed sheets of the villa you ended up at were crisp and starched, but the bed was warm around you like a cloud. The birds chirped outside, fluttering around the window in the morning sun and the fresh scent of coffee wafted in from the kitchen. It was heaven. 

Best of all was the tan arm wrapped around you and the smaller, paler arm rubbing up and down you back - getting dangerously low to where the sheets covered your hips. 

“Sugawara Koushi, you better be careful” you grumbled, sleep adding voice rising from your dent in the pillow. 

The man in question huffed behind you, stopping his hand just beneath Daichi’s arm on your waist. 

“Finally awake i see”

You snorted. 

“Yeah cause you can’t keep your hands to yourself” you mused, rolling onto your back. 

Daichi was very much still asleep next to you, the drive there must have taken it out of him because he was dead to the world - face down on the pillow snoring. A real shame considering you were now allowed to take full advantage of his shirtless sleeping policy. 

Suga slid over the bed towards you, pulling you by your hip towards him. Nuzzling his face into your neck, he began to plant soft, slow kisses up and down the column. You hummed, enjoying the blissful moment. 

“Oh - uh” came Asahi’s stutter from the door, “i got you guys coffee”

Suga snorted into your neck, the moment gone. Regardless, you found your tall and awkward partner adorable and reached out towards him. Partially for coffee, but mostly so he would join you on the bed. He smiled, slipping into the sheets beside your sleeping boyfriend and handing the coffees over to you. 

You held the warm coffee cup in your hands and levelled your gaze over all three of your partners, curled up in bed with you. Things were just how they were supposed to be.

finally!!! the end of an era look at us go!!! thank you for whoever stuck around for this I love you all dearly and I hope it didn't disappoint you. If a spicy epilogue is wanted... let me know ;).

[lastintheserverbox]

Aww... He doesn't like me.

[The carpenter ant pouted halfheartedly, overdramatizing her displeasure for comedic effect before shrugging and reverting back to her typical laid-back nature.]

Well! Can't say I didn't try. Hey, I'll bet I can find and catch that thing before he can - then he'll be begging for forgiveness!

[Her voice dripped with sarcasm with that last line, but her offer was in fact serious. Even if she'd been brushed off, she still had a job to do regardless if the other players were being good sports.]

Oh! But, before that, we should probably grill him about the whole Nio thing. Er, but maybe you should bring it up, instead of me... you two clearly got something going on that I could never hold a candle to.

[Vespa winked at the sea anemone, leaning back in her chair and using her upper arms as a headrest.]

-🐜

"Oh! Yeah...yeah I'll ask"

[Sam looked a little sheepish for a moment before nudging Mark a little, finally getting him to stop looking at his multitude of windows]

"hmm...?"

"So! Nio bit me."

"I DIDN'T!!"

"Yeah he SAYS he was here with you the whole time. Have you seen him today?"

[Mark sighs deeply]

"He's been here for a while, but I'm not sure if he's left and come back or not. I've been too busy."