#i asked her about it but she was denying it like. when will you stop lying to me

[woso-story]

Better Boyfriend Than Him - Part Three

Alexia Putellas x Reader - Other Parts

The club is alive with music, lights flickering in time with the heavy bass. The energy of the place should feel electric, but the tension at your table casts a shadow over the atmosphere. You’re sitting in a booth, a drink in your hand, and Luis’s arm draped over your shoulders.

Across from you, Mapi sits, her posture stiff as she debates something with Luis. The two of them have been at it for the past ten minutes, their words too low for you to make out but sharp enough to leave you exhausted.

You lean back against the booth, closing your eyes for a moment. It’s become glaringly obvious over the last few weeks that your best friend and your boyfriend can’t stand each other. When you asked them about it individually, they both denied it, but their actions tell a different story.

Luis mutters something under his breath, and Mapi’s jaw tightens. Her eyes dart to the bar where Ingrid and Frido are waiting for drinks, and suddenly, she stands up.

“I’m going to help Ingrid and Frido,” she announces, her tone clipped.

You furrow your brows, confused. “Mapi, they’re fine—”

But she’s already gone, leaving Luis to scoff.

“Typical,” he mutters, swirling the drink in his hand.

“What’s typical?” you ask, your voice laced with frustration.

“She always has to act like she knows everything,” Luis snaps, shaking his head.

You exhale sharply, trying to keep your annoyance in check. “Luis, can you not? It’s her birthday weekend, and we’re supposed to be having fun.”

He doesn’t respond, only taking a long sip from his drink.

Before you can press the issue, someone slides into the booth across from you. You look up to see Alexia, her signature grin plastered across her face.

“Hola, hermosa,” she greets you warmly, her eyes lingering on you for a moment before flicking to Luis.

“And Linus,” she adds with a teasing smirk.

Luis stiffens beside you, his expression darkening. “It’s Luis.”

Alexia shrugs, unbothered. “Whatever.” She leans back casually, her eyes returning to you.

“You look upset,” she remarks, tilting her head. “What’s with the grumpy face?”

Before you can even open your mouth to respond, Luis cuts in, his voice icy. “It’s because you came over.”

You glare at him, your patience wearing thin. Alexia, however, doesn’t miss a beat.

“Oh, I don’t think that’s it,” she says with a smirk. “I think she’s just not having much fun with you, and that’s not my fault.”

Luis’s jaw clenches, and he stands abruptly, grabbing your hand. “Come on. We’re dancing.”

You barely have time to protest as he pulls you toward the dance floor, leaving Alexia sitting there with an amused glint in her eyes.

---

The music is deafening as Luis leads you onto the packed dance floor. He pulls you close, his hands gripping your hips tightly. You try to lose yourself in the rhythm, but the tension from the booth lingers, weighing heavy on your chest.

Luis leans in to kiss you, and at first, you let him, hoping to smooth over the evening. But his grip on your waist tightens, and his kisses become more forceful, almost demanding.

“Luis, stop,” you mumble, your voice barely audible over the pounding music.

He doesn’t listen, his hands digging into your sides as he presses his lips against yours again.

“Luis,” you say more firmly, trying to push him away. “I said stop.”

But he doesn’t stop. Instead, he pulls you even closer, his grip almost bruising. Panic starts to rise in your chest as you struggle to get free.

Then, suddenly, he’s yanked away from you. You look up to see Alexia standing there, her expression thunderous.

“She said stop,” Alexia snaps, her voice cutting through the noise.

Luis glares at her, his face twisted in anger. “What the fuck? This has nothing to do with you.”

“It has everything to do with me,” Alexia retorts, stepping between you and him. “When she’s clearly uncomfortable, I’m not going to just stand by and watch.”

Luis turns to you, his eyes pleading. “You’re going to let her talk to me like that? Say something!”

But you can’t. You’re frozen, your body trembling as the weight of the moment sinks in.

Alexia notices and steps closer to you, her stance protective. “Get lost, Luis,” she says coldly.

Luis stares at you for a moment longer, waiting for you to defend him. But when you don’t, he lets out a bitter laugh.

“Whatever. Have fun with her,” he spits before storming off, shoving his way through the crowd.

---

You stand there, still trembling as Alexia turns to you. Her face softens, and she places a gentle hand on your arm.

“Are you okay?” she asks, her voice barely audible over the music.

Before you can answer, Mapi appears, her arm wrapping around your shoulders as she leads you back to the booth. Ingrid hands you a glass of water the moment you sit down, her expression filled with concern.

“Drink this,” she says softly.

You take small sips, your hands still shaking slightly. The events of the past few minutes replay in your mind, and you feel a lump forming in your throat.

“He’s an idiot,” Mapi mutters under her breath, but you don’t respond.

When you finally look up, you find Alexia watching you. But this time, her usual smugness is gone. Instead, she looks… worried. The intensity in her gaze makes your stomach flutter, though you quickly push the thought away.

“I’m fine,” you say, though your voice lacks conviction. “Really.”

Everyone at the table is still looking at you with concern, and you force a smile. “Let’s get some shots,” you suggest, your tone a little too bright. “I want to have fun.”

---

The next few hours blur together in a haze of alcohol and dancing. Normally, you don’t drink much, but tonight is different. You’re determined to drown out the tension, the frustration, and the lingering unease from earlier.

You’re on the dance floor again, this time with Mapi. The two of you are laughing, twirling, and letting loose. Everything feels vibrant and surreal, the lights spinning around you as the music pulses through your veins.

You feel someone behind you, their presence warm and steady. You turn to find Alexia, her smile softer than usual.

“Having fun?” she asks, leaning in close so you can hear her. Her breath brushes against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

You nod, a genuine smile spreading across your face. Alexia grins and gives you a thumbs-up before the two of you start dancing together.

At some point, you turn around, your back against Alexia’s front. Her hands rest lightly on your waist, the touch gentle but grounding. It feels different—safe.

Then you feel her lips against your neck, soft and fleeting. Your breath catches as she whispers in your ear, “I’d be a better boyfriend than him.”

Her words send a shockwave through you. Your heart races, and your mind spins. You turn to face her, your eyes locking with hers.

For a moment, the world around you disappears. Her gaze drops to your lips, and she leans in slightly, her movements slow and deliberate.

Your breath hitches. Part of you wants to close the distance, to give in to the pull between you. But another part screams at you to stop, to remember Luis—even after everything.

You hesitate, your emotions warring within you. And Alexia waits, her eyes filled with something you can’t quite decipher.

[viilan]

SET IN MY DPxDC universe where Reader replace Danny and is bruce bio kid and live in the mansion

Love interests: Sam Manson, Tucker Foley, Conner Kent ( Yes, Super boy. )

I don’t know who i want reader to date so i’m exploring all three options

TUCKER

* despite what everyone believe, Sam wasn’t reader first kiss. It was Tucker. the two wanted to try it out after watching a movie with Jazz.

* Tucker alway had a crush on reader, he couldn’t help it, Reader is one of the only person who can understand him.

* Tucker and Reader had kissed multiple times. they share kisses at sleepovers. It never went beyond that and neither mention it. To them, it was a good night routine

* Tucker alway buy games for readers, he alway make sure to get the best tech for them and love gaming with them

* Reader wear his hoodies quite a lot. Tucker alway complain but he alway leave them behind or stuff one in your night pack.

* Jazz once gives you two a whole talk about consent after she catch you two kissing.

* Tucker is the first person reader went to after dying and the first person to find out about being a ghost

SAM

* Reader alway had a crush on Sam. It was hard not to. Sam was amazing, strong willed and was a total badass in reader eyes

* Sam isn’t a romantic person, or someone who enjoy being touch that much. But she doesn’t mind it when you give her touches.

* Reader often collapse on Sam lap and whine about their day. Sam would listen and play with their hair.

* Reader try out Sam diet for a week and didn’t really mind it. Sam love dragging reader to new restaurants to try out dishes or try out new recipes.

* Sam was the second person to find out about the whole undead thing. Tucker called her crying about reader showing up looking like a mess.

* Sam is quite overprotective of reader, especially after the dying thing before she realize what reader is capable of

* Reader didn’t believe in ghost before dying while Sam did.

* Sam dye her hair black and Reader often help, Reader also cut her hair for her sometimes.

* Reader often give sam kisses on the cheek, Reader is big on touch. Sam will often kiss reader cheek or hold their hand.

* Sam parents hate Reader. Reader hate them.

* Reader is the only person who can convince sam to wear anything other than black. Reader will never.

CONNOR

* Connor meet reader as Superboy, Stepping in to stop Reader from being robbed then proceed to walk them home. he was quite shock when he find out reader was a wayne’s child.

* Connor also met phantom. the ghost saving them from shulker.

* The two grow close quickly and often hang out together while possible.

* Tim wasn’t happy when Connor show up to hang out with reader but Connor didn’t care

* Connor and reader love playing video games together..

* Connor ADORES flirting with reader, alway trying to get their attention. reader does get embarrassed but love the attention.

* Connor and Tucker get along very well. Sam wasn’t that trusting of Connor but grew to like them after a while.

* Connor got invited to sleepover with them.

* after he seen them kissing tucker, he instantly asked for one as well. that cause Tucker to hit him with a pillow. it he got one!

* After the first sleepover. Connor keep stealing kisses from reader, alway making up lies

* Connor got into anime because of reader

* Connor once brought back a meteorite piece from space for reader.

* Reader often babbled to Connor about space and ghosts.

* Connor and Reader love sparing together.

* Connor try to get reader to join young justice as phantom. ( Reader alway denied )

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Tag list - @jscrawls

[starberry-cupcake]

I'm back too soon, I'm sorry, I didn't let the last recap marinate enough and that's never a good idea because you can't keep up BUT WE'RE DONE WITH DAY FOUR!!!

previously, in nona del 9:

this happened

this is the general tag, for the uninitiated

CHAPTER 18 (eight house????? mayonnaise uncle???? duracell bunny nephew???? are you with us????)

angel teacher decides to write down an inventory in case they get looted, so that people don't ruin the kids' things

she also orders sriracha girlie to go turn down the generator

it's like when sam jackson was ordered to turn the power back on in jurassic park, idk about that

camilla trips, angel teacher caches her and I'm here thinking if camilla just stole something from her, because she'd never trip in her life

luckily for me, angel teacher asks about nona's drawing

she asks her, specifically, how she drew it and if she had seen what she draw in the picture

nona says she made it up and describes what I think might be an animal

"See these things? They're its ears. This thing is its nose, and you can't see it because I didn't draw it, but the mouth is under here. When first it was born, it used to live in a river, but then it got cold so it had to get large. I know the legs can't rotate, but you don't think that's stupid, do you?"

I thought it was an elephant, because of the ears, nose and lack of mouth in the drawing and legs that can't rotate, but idk about the river and the cold

maybe it's a mammoth

maybe it's a new zealand animal that's going over my head

maybe nona calls flippers legs and it's a whale, for all I know

in any case, DON'T TELL ME

camilla says she hasn't seen it before and angel teacher says it's a "cradle creature"

I was suggested to look up things I don't know in an online dictionary and, if it's not there, assume it's a book thing, but it's not working out with this

camilla (or maybe palmolive) says "I've heard that phrase. Somewhere" and angel teacher says "Have you?"

so maybe it is a book thing

this might be an animal that hasn't been seen by people at this time

like a mammoth for us

or a dodo

or the girl in waterworld who drew land things

and this is a point for the ice cube barbie theory, like the hokey pokey was

so, at this point, palmolive goes "fuck it" and throws caution to the wind

he doesn't say it outright, but I'm assuming it was his thought process

he asks angel teacher if, at some point, she received medical attention from the nine houses and if she's got an implant

this is noodle in that moment:

angel teacher understands, with that, what camolive might be

she goes "my colleague thought you were a prossie" and palmolive goes "What I know about sex work could fit in a teaspoon and leave a lot left over"

the intricacies of pimping and the ins and outs of sex work are very frequent conversations in this school

which is a lot more than I can say for the state of fundamental sex ed in a lot of places with conservative governments that obscure whatever can guarantee safety for all and the accessibility to education with diversity as a key part of it

and ban books, films and conversations about it

ANYWAY

they talk about the nickname the kids gave her and she says it's sriracha girlie's fault because she overheard things she doesn't understand

angel teacher is reticent towards palmolive and tells him that, if he gets close, she'll jump out a window and her body is "designed" to deny him answers

angel teacher thinks camolive is a lyctor, that they did something to her when they fake tripped, and that she might have messed up in some way, which prompted them to come out to her

palmolive swears on the life of camilla that they aren't a lyctor

angel teacher goes "Then that'll make this easier"

and my heart nearly stopped at that

WE KEEP PUTTING CAMILLA IN DANGER

CHISUS CHRIST

angel teacher, I respect you a lot, but if it's between you and camilla

nona is sitting on the ground in the blue light of varun, because she refused to leave camolive alone

and sriracha girlie enters and sees her

next nona knows, she's having the worst headache of her life and everything is a mess around her

when nona comes back from the blue screen in her head, after feeling like her brain was being squeezed out of her skull, she hears a voice cursing and trying to cancel something

angel teacher and the new person are, according to themselves, pretty fucked

new person says "You should have thought of that before you started playing teacher with the frigging Troia experiment"

angel teacher is clearly out of her depth here

I'm wondering where the fuck my wife is and if she's ok

angel teacher says she was trying to protect the kids, which I can appreciate and understand, but right now it's hard to be objective with them

WHEN I DON'T KNOW WHERE CAMILLA IS

MY REACTION REQUIRES A VIDEO, NOT GIF

angel teacher tells the other person "You discharge a firearm with me in the room, you'll get court-martialled and hanged"

which, again, makes me think...is this the most important vet in the planet???? what's this authority level?????

other person says "We play our cards right here, I can get Suffer out clean. Hell—I play this really right, nobody's going to know a thing until it's too late"

which immediately makes me think this is pash

it's insane to be on this side and know how much these people are playing with fire over here

I can't understate what a bad fucking idea this is and the only thing that can save them is that camolive and nona aren't into murdering for sport

but they're even pushing that

unknown person I think might be pash wants to finish off camolive and nona, but angel teacher is like

we suffer really has to deal with people going off like this at the worst possible moments

nona gets up and she's shot at so she gets mad because that's rude af

angel teacher is crying and saying she's sorry

but nona looks for camilla, which THANK YOU

camilla is lying on the ground, holding two bullets in her hands

she gets up and asks for an update

THAT'S FIERCE

SHE'S SO AMAZING

*absolutely insanely dangerous situation* me: where is camilla?????? camilla: *totally alright, holding bullets in her hands or having left lots of people lying on the ground and covered in someone else's blood* me: is this an awkward time to propose?

nona recognizes the other person as pash, with her distinctive machetes, but her way of talking shit and of ruining stuff was already a dead givaway

camilla asks pash why they weren't told angel teacher was one of them and pash is very quick to make clear that camilla isn't part of them

imagine not wanting camilla as part of whatever you're in

can't relate

I can't believe I survived a whole book with her showing up like only two times

IT'S FINE, I'M MOVING ON, I PROMISE

pash gets angry at nona because she made a radio call to coronabeer and nona says it was a pretend call

I KNEW THEY WERE GONNA FALL FOR THAT

I KNEW IT, I SAID IT HERE

angel teacher is like "that's the crown you always talk about?"

how many crowns do you think there are here, angel teacher?

is it a common name?

pash tells her "you just called wipe protocol on the fucking Lyctor project"

none of this is planned at all and we suffer is gonna be killed by high blood pressure with these people

angel teacher tries to stop whatever thing she unleashed and calls herself "the messenger"

not easy to stop people once you tell them to shoot freely

whatever merv wing is, I don't think they're stopping

angel teacher accepts camilla's help and says "I did call for you to be shot, though"

camilla says "No problem. So long as I can let out some deferred aggression"

nona is asked to go to the kitchen but she chooses to stay by camilla instead

when asked what she really wants to do, though, nona says she wants to find sriracha girlie

camilla is hesitant, because sriracha girlie saw something

I'm hearing alarms in my head at this, but nona, of course, is not

we're gonna regret this

pash thinks she can order camilla around and camilla is kind of like "I don't understand you very local jargon, so whatever"

not in those exact words

nona takes some time to think that pash is pretty, that her eyes are lovely and that her electric blue hair is cute

nona is easily distracted with people she thinks are pretty

because then she thinks she wants to marry camilla and adopt a dog with her

which, GET IN LINE, NONA

I WAS HERE TWO BOOKS BEFORE YOU

AND WE'RE ADOPTING KEVIN

palmolive has to agree to that too, though

MOVING ON

nona goes to the generator room to find sriracha girlie, who's curled up and has thrown up

she is saying that she made something up, which nona agrees with, even if she doesn't know what it is

I'm sure she didn't make anything up, this is all insane as it is

sriracha girlie happens to have a gun on her person

I'm worried she might have already used it

and she proves me right when she says she remembers shooting nona in the head

nona tries to lie and gaslight her

nona also feels disappointed that she won't see camilla fight

which, I relate, because we've seen her fight and

nona restrains sriracha girlie so she stays there while the whole fight is happening and, once over, angel teacher comes to retrieve them

nona asks about camilla and pash's status and angel teacher says "cuts and scrapes", which checks out with the absolute goddess, icon and legend that is camilla

sriracha girlie, upon reaching the classroom again, realizes she did shoot nona

camilla and pash have a moment in which they say the same thing and look at each other

YOU ALSO GET IN LINE, PASH

sriracha girlie is retreating, though, and I'm thinking this is it with this friendship

nona is embarrassed about sriracha girlie seeing her dead but there's no time to be embarrassed when you're getting shot

"You're out of the gang" says sriracha girlie, before shooting

so, the party is officially off, my friends

the girl who is in a cumple 24/7 has lost her party guests

JOHN 5:1

this part of the bible is when jesus heals someone who can't walk

which is, again, very telling

we find dr reverend emperor john setting a car on fire

he continues narrating his problems with getting people to listen to his ideas and plans and how he wanted them to do something about it

then, him and his team finally veer towards justice league territory and consider it's on them to save the world

P, who I'm assuming is our friend pyrrha, tells him that, in order to get them to do something, they need to scare them

so, in comes a mystery client

they ask dr reverend emperor john boi to make a puppet out of a person so it looks like he's alive

they offer him a lot of money for it, so they all consider it

meanwhile, the government and other suits continue the FTL project and are determined to ship billionares out into space

this is sci fi, nothing like this would ever happen in real life, right?

RIGHT?????

"a's little brother" (alfred?) says "money is one big shared hallucination" and ain't he right af

they all think there's something sus about the whole operation

mercygirl and augustine are in agreement and a united front, which scares everybody

they were probably already fucking

sorry, very rude of me to say, I should be more respectful

they were probably already pre-planning the lyctor orgies

so dr reverend emperor john butt, mercygirl and augustine go to the client's place and turns out the client is actually a country and the puppet is actually a leader

it remains unknown which and who

the country representatives give tons of reasons why dr reverend emperor john should go full on gepetto on this guy, but we all know he always acts like he's thinking about it but does it anyway

I don't think he thought that hard about it at all

so augustine, mercygirl and johnny boi start negotiating with these people and end up getting a couple billion doll hairs and a bomb

I'm sure that'll go great

CHAPTER 19 (THE TOMB!!!!!!)

nona wakes up, has been sleeping on chairs and has her legs and arms tied to them and a radiator

rip to you all, BOE or whoever the hell you are

nona has a tantrum

her third tantrum, she says

apparently, they're bad enough that camilla and pyrrha let her swim in the ocean to calm down, even if it's dangerous

so, nona screams as a warning to everyone that shit's about to get very real very fast

since I don't know where camilla is, I'm good, let her loose

you do you, nona

live your truth

fuck shit up

she breaks herself to escape the ties, one part at a time

there's a moment where she thinks "The plastic ties were good, like Corona had said"

and I was like "corona???????? what about crown???????"

I think it's the first time I read nona call coronabeer "corona" and not "crown"

it's not like nona is super strong but she's resilient, so she can kick shit down with patience and regeneration

I respect that

she sees people with pash's boots and has a moment of intense anger against pash for everything that went down

I mean, lying to sriracha girlie and making friends with her in the first place was on you, but still I don't know where camilla is, so by all means, nona, fuck shit up

they shoot her, as if that did anything, and she perseveres

she chases those who keep on shooting and they scream, running away, which is both fierce and kind of funny

nona screams and that makes the person running from her put their hands over their helmet

they drop a bag over her head and immobilize her so she starts to power down

"Inside the hood she heard her mouth say, savage and distinct and cool despite the trembles: 'Fool. You're killing her.' But she was only talking to herself, after all."

HOW MANY PEOPLE ARE WE KEEPING IN THIS GIRL?

IS THIS A CLOWN CAR?

I'm still rooting for the ice cube barbie theory somewhere in there

BUT HOW MANY SOULS CAN WE KEEP IN ONE PERSON?

JOHN 3:20

"Everyone who does evil hates the light, and will not come into the light for fear that their deeds will be exposed."

dream pov (who was referred to as harrow but doesn't sound to be her) says she forgets how to breathe sometimes

girl, same

dr reverend emperor john says they had three stages for their plan: 1) keep talking, 2) throw money, 3) reveal nuke

"We were willing to gamble on being tried at the Haugue just to stop the process. Ready to make a hell of a mess to buy time. Prepared to do anything to keep you going"

we keep talking to this pov as if she was some earth princess idk

"C— kept saying. Pick one. Are we more invested in proving this new plan is bullshit or in saving you? I was like, It's both, how can it not be both. C— was like, It can't be both. Pick one and stick to it. Decide what you give a fuck about"

saving earth princess personification who might or might not be ice cube barbie???? idk

"I found that the problem with being the death man is you stop giving much of a fuck"

girl who is referred to as harrow (but might be earth princess ice cube barbie or whatever) gets spooked about having goosebumps and dr reverend emperor john has to explain its mechanics

this is another thing to note

nobody is taking notes anymore because there's a war, so I'm keeping the notes myself

the authorities doing the project that they all think is sus continue to be sus and offer to choose 200 people for the first wave they're sending off to space

the final frontier

everyone apparently falls for their bs

they then claim they're starting to build the ship they need to send the first wave off

god and lyctor gang realize easily that they're full of shit and none of the stuff they seem to be doing correlates with actual things they should be doing if they were doing what they say they're doing

you get me?

so god and lyctor gang go to the authorities like naive kids and the billionares lie about it

who would have thought billionares lie????

according to him, they keep using the cows against him

that's kind of funny

they decide that, if they treat them like they're a cult, they'll be a cult

not like it already wasn't on its way there, honestly

a slippery slope that turned into a toboggan real fast

so, john god asshat decides to drop the science and start the theater

he starts calling himself a necromancer

*dramatic pause*

that's really interesting, actually

because we start this journey just taking necromancy for granted, it's interesting to see it originating as something science-related and then being named that as a sort of theatrical way to call people's attention

it's interesting to see a journey in which this came to exist that isn't just "necromancy exists in this universe", which would have been totally valid too

but here we see that it's actually something else that was named this way to make it seem more attractive to audiences, which is an interesting level of storytelling

very cool

AND THAT'S IT WITH THIS DAY!!!!! this is a long one, I was gonna do two chapters but then the next two were short enough. As a bonus, here's Dana who was looking at birds while I was reading this part in the backyard.

[mysteriousxgirls]

"Need a hand?" she asked, her voice playful as she leaned back, watching him rearrange the mess in the car, making space for her. Her smile lit up the dim interior, the easy flow of their banter and laughter filling the air. Everything with him felt so effortless, and she could feel herself falling deeper, harder, with each passing moment. There was no denying it now—this was more than just a casual connection. "I didn’t grab anything when I left, so no, nothing from my car. But I might need a shirt from you," she added with a soft smile, the words slipping out before she could stop herself.

The thought of wearing his clothes sent a wave of warmth through her, her heart fluttering in her chest. It was a simple thing, but it felt so intimate, so personal. In that moment, she forgot about the bruises beneath her sleeves, the reasons she’d covered up in the first place. All that mattered was the way his presence made her feel, like everything was okay for the first time in a long while.

The credits rolled, the flickering light of the projector casting restless shadows against the car’s interior. The film had ended, yet the air between them still thrummed with something unsaid, something alive. Dan exhaled slowly, watching Jasmine’s features shift in the glow of the screen, her teasing words curling around the edges of a smirk that made his pulse tick faster. He didn’t reply right away. Instead, he let the moment stretch, memorising the way the dim light traced the curve of her smile, the way her gaze lingered just a second too long—like she wanted this, too.

With a quiet chuckle, he jumped out of the car and reached for the projector, its warmth still humming beneath his fingertips. The screen folded easily and then he packed it away into the bag it came in. “Guess I should make room for my damsel in distress,” he murmured, voice laced with amusement as he reached for the half-eaten pizza box and the scattered sweets littering the front seat. One by one, he moved them back, reclaiming the space he had just left behind, the leather seat still faintly warm from where he’d been, "You need anything from yours or you gonna just steal my clothes for tonight?"

[mynameismckenziemae]

I Love You Two

Part 12

(previous part here, next part here)

Bradley Bradshaw x OFC x Jake Seresin.

Summary: It’s Jake’s turn. A misunderstanding happens when you and Bradley are caught in a compromising position.

Warnings: Adults (18+) only! MDNI! M/M interaction, oral (m receiving), unprotected p in v, creampies, teasing, humiliation, dirty talk, objectification, spanking, ass play, toy use, etc.

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“Ready for your turn?” Bradley asks Jake, pulling a plug matching yours from his back pocket, only this one is in blue.

With a whine, your head drops back to your folded arms. You’re actually starting to worry that Bradley won’t let you cum tonight at all. And while that sounds awful, the thought of him denying you makes your pussy clench. You bite your lip to keep from moaning when you’re reminded of the plug.

Not that it would matter if the sound escaped anyway; they’re both ignoring you.

“Please,” Jake sighs at the feel of Roo’s mustache on his neck, walking him backward into the attached bathroom, to presumably wash their hands.

Once the water is off, they stay out of sight a little longer, just to torture you with the sounds of their wet kisses and muted groans.

When you shift your weight again in an attempt to get more comfortable in your position still bent over the bed, your clit rubs against the comforter, making your whole body shudder.

“Fuck,” you bite out, doing it again, and again…

“Did I say you could move?” Bradley emphasizes his question with a sharp slap to your already tender ass. The unexpected pain makes you involuntarily tighten around the plug; the pleasure taking your breath away.

“You didn’t say I couldn’t,” you retort shakily, arching into his hand trailing up your spine.

“God,” Bradley chuckles darkly as his hand slides into your hair before he pulls you up, nipping at your lower lip, once, twice, “this fucking mouth,” he murmurs, not giving you the kiss you so desperately want before guiding you to your knees. You hiss when your tender ass touches your heels but it’s soon forgotten as Bradley put you in front of a very naked (and turned on) Jake; his hard cock is just inches from your face, dripping precum and making your mouth water.

Bradley none-too-gently pushes your head forward and you open your mouth eagerly, “I don’t want to hear anything else unless you’re gagging on this pretty cock, got it?”

You attempt a nod while Jake shudders at his words and the heat of your mouth.

Bradley, now also naked, opens the lube to slick his fingers before he steps behind him, resting his chin on Jake’s shoulder. They both watch as you slowly bob your head, but then Jake’s eyelashes flutter. His hands find your hair to anchor himself from the onslaught of sensation.

“Yeah,” Bradley murmurs, “that’s good, Jake. Just like that. Relax and let me in.”

Jake releases a shaky breath and a new burst of precum fills your mouth.

“How’s it feel?” Bradley kisses Jake’s neck, his free hand coming around to cup his pec.

“Good,” Jake breathes, arching a little when Bradley finds his nipple, giving it a gentle pinch.

“How about when I do this?” Bradley does something with his finger and Jake’s whole body lurches, his cock pushing into your throat suddenly, making you gag.

“F-fuck!” Jake rasps, chest heaving.

“Found your prostate,” Bradley smirks, “ah-don’t worry about her, she’s fine,” he continues when Jake tries to stop you to apologize.

You nod eagerly through watery eyes.

“But…” Jake trails off when you bob your head faster.

“She’ll pinch your leg if she wants you to stop,” Bradley says, looking down with Jake to make sure you’re okay with it. You wink in answer.

“See?” Bradley murmurs, making Jake jolt again with another brush to his prostate, “She likes it, likes being our little fuck toy.”

Your nails dig into your thighs and you can’t help but whine around Jake’s cock.

“Fuck Jake,” Bradley’s composure begins to crack when he adds a second finger, “You’re so tight, baby. The way you’re squeezing my fingers…fuck.”

Jake just whimpers as he begins to rock his hips; back onto Roo’s fingers and forward into your mouth, jerking every time he brushes his prostate.

The taste of Jake on your tongue, Bradley’s words, the sight of them together above you, is too much, yet not enough. Arousal coats your trembling thighs as you continue to suck him off, though slowing every time he starts to grow close.

“You going to let me fuck you here?” Bradley keeps going, “Hmm? You going to let me own your tight ass?”

“Yes!” Jake gasps as Bradley nudges his prostate again. “Please Roo.” His voice is choked, whiny as you pull off him again, noticing when he starts to tense.

“Soon,” Bradley promises, kissing his shoulder in apology when he pulls his fingers out to pick up the plug, coating it with lube. Your hand shakes as you bring it up to cup Jake’s sack while Bradley brings it between his cheeks, “Tell me if it’s too much.”

“I will,” Jake answers, cutting off with a low groan when Bradley starts to push it in, “Oh fuck.”

“Yeah. You’re taking it so well,” Bradley says, smacking him on the ass lightly before he steps back, “and it’s in, good boy.”

A strangled groan leaves Jake as he quickly pulls you off him, gripping the base of his cock with a grimace.

“What’s wrong?” You ignore the pulsing between your legs as you rise.

“Are you-does it hurt?” Bradley asks, reaching for him, “I can take it out.”

“No,” Jake pants, shaking his head and somehow flushing a deeper pink, “it’s good. Too good. And then you said I was a good…uh, anyways, I almost came.”

“You like being called a good boy, huh?” Bradley steps into the bathroom to wash his hands, looking downright predatory when he returns. Jake avoids answering by pulling him in for a kiss.

The simultaneous groan that escapes them when their cocks brush as Bradley lays him back sends a heady rush of arousal between your thighs. Suddenly, you’re not sure you can go that much longer without relief and climb on the bed beside them, unable to keep from whimpering at the plug shifting inside you. Jake’s arm blindly reaches out, pulling you in too. The kiss is wet and messy, just like you are.

Bradley is the one to break it. His cheeks are ruddy red as he rises to his knees before pulling you closer and placing your leg over Jake’s hips to straddle him.

“Ride him,” Bradley orders hoarsely from behind you, reaching between your legs to place his cock at your entrance, “but don’t you dare cum.”

“Okay,” you nod, eyes falling closed with a breathy moan as you slowly sink down at the dual sensation. Jake’s usually gentle hands find your hips in a bruising grasp, his chest heaving with the effort not to thrust into your warm, wet heat.

“Liv,” Bradley grips your chin before turning you toward him. Your eyes flutter open at his tone. “I’m dying to be inside you, so if I have to spank you again, you won’t enjoy it,” he warns, pulling at your bottom lip with his thumb. “So don’t cum.”

The heat from your still throbbing backside reminds you not to test him.

“Yes sir,” you whisper before dipping your head to suck the tip of his thumb into your mouth.

His eyes drop to your mouth and he hums. “There’s my good girl.”

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Riding Jake with the plug in your ass is torture of the sweetest kind. The fullness in your ass with his cock hitting your g-spot has your toes curling.

“Fuuuuuck,” Jake groans, eyes tightly shut, sounding even more wrecked than you, “you-it…feels so good.”

“Yes,” you agree, nodding dumbly, “so good, Jake. So so good.”

Even with no stimulation to your clit, you feel the first tells of an orgasm approaching.

“Roo,” you gasp, turning your head as you ride him faster, “I can’t-I’m gonna-“

“No,” Bradley interrupts as he places his hands on your hips over Jake’s, forcing you to stop, halting your release, “you’re not.”

“Please,” you plead, head falling to your shoulder.

“No,” he repeats, letting Jake start moving your hips, “not until I say you can.”

A sob bubbles up your throat at being denied yet you force it down.

But he notices, notices that your self-control is hanging on by a thread. His hands drop to Jake’s legs, bending them before he begins toying with the end of the blue jeweled plug.

“Fuck!” Jake’s eyes fly open, pushing the air from your lungs as he digs his heels into the mattress and thrusts up when Bradley fleetingly nudges the toy into his prostate.

“Come on, princess,” Bradley murmurs as his other hand cups his sack while he puts direct pressure on the toy, “cum for me.”

Jake does so instantaneously with a strangled cry, his hips losing all rhythm as he cums deep inside you, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm.

“Fuck,” Bradley whispers over your shoulder, “isn’t he beautiful?”

“So beautiful,” you don’t care how whiny it sounds as you tremble still atop him, fighting the urge to start grinding your swollen clit against him.

“What do you think, baby,” Bradley asks Jake, running his fingers through the cum seeping out of you, “Should we let her cum?”

“Ah-a-ah!” Jake wheezes as you clench around his spent cock when Bradley’s fingers brush your clit on the way to your mouth. “Ye-yeah,” he nods, watching through hooded lids as you suck the cum off them. “She can-she should cum.”

“Hmm,” Bradley hums as he guides you off Jake and onto your knees. He pushes you down between your shoulder blades before sliding his hand up your spine; thumb toying with the plug as he pushes his cock inside you. “Oh fuck Liv, I can feel it.”

A pathetic whimper is all you can manage; the fullness from the position and the plug sudden and overwhelming.

“Can’t wait to fuck this tight little hole while Jake takes your pussy,” he tugs on the plug, letting it catch your rim as he begins fucking with deep strokes at an unrelenting pace, “you can’t wait either, can you?”

Pathetic pleas are on the tip of your tongue but you bite them back, instead shaking your head while hot tears of frustration leak from your eyes.

“Knew it,” Bradley chuckles breathlessly, “such a greedy, greedy slut.”

You burn with humiliation but it just sends a new wave of arousal runs through you before settling between your thighs.

“C’mon Roo,” Jake murmurs, wiping your tears before tracing his hand over the goose skin of your back, “let her cum, she’s sorry.”

“That true?” Bradley pants, pausing to slap your ass when you hesitate; distracted by the pleasure starting to build.

“Yes!” You plead, “I’m sorry, Ro-sir! Please let me cum, please? I’ll be good.”

“See?” Jake coos, letting his hand slip down between your legs, waiting. “She said she’ll be good.”

“Fine,” he sighs, but it turns into a gasp when you tighten around him like a vice at the sweet touch to your clit.

You sob at the white-hot pleasure that rips through you, so intense it takes your breath away.

“Fuck!” Bradley groans hoarsely as he succumbs too; powerless to the pleasure.

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“I’m so goddamn lucky,” Roo murmurs minutes later, pressing a kiss to the skin he reddened before he brings a damp cloth to wipe his and Jake’s spend from between your thighs.

“Hmm?” You hum, still not quite back in your body.

“I-well…I’ve got you,” he says, cleaning you so tenderly it for some reason has you blinking back tears, “and I’ve got Jake.”

Jake returns from the bathroom and climbs on the bed, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“And…I dunno,” he flushes as he straightens, “you give yourselves to me so easily; like you just trust me and-fuck. I’m not good at this. I just…I’m just really happy to have you both.”

“I am too,” Jake murmurs, reaching for his hand.

“Me too,” you whisper, giving him a watery smile.

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The long weekend away doesn’t feel that long and too soon you’re heading back to the city. Not without making good use of the private hot tub, the king-size bed (again), the shower, the kitchen counter, the secluded(ish) hiking trail…

Nat texts as the truck pulls onto the highway.

Nat: Do you happen to have any Gulls apparel I could borrow? Someone asked me to go to a game tonight.

Liv: Someone as in Bob?

Nat: …

Liv: Never would’ve pegged him as a hockey fan.

Liv: But yes, I do. I’m not home but feel free to raid my closet. You know where the spare key is.

Nat: You���re the best.

Liv: 😘😘

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Jake drops you and Bradley off at your apartment with a promise to be back soon with pizza.

“I’ll start a load of laundry if you want to pick a movie,” Bradley offers, placing a kiss on your cheek before sorting through the dirty clothes from the weekend. “Your bras don’t go in the dryer, right? This dress either probably?”

You’re not sure what comes over you. Maybe it’s the domesticity of it, maybe it’s the fact that none of your previous boyfriends ever offered to do your laundry. But the sweet gesture makes your heart flutter.

“I love you,” you murmur, cupping his jaw and leaning in.

“I love you too,” he whispers back before he brings his lips to yours.

It’s the first time he’s ever said it non-platonically and you can’t keep from smiling into the kiss.

He drops the bra and the dress when your hands slide into his hair to deepen it and his answering husky groan at the brush of your tongue to his sets you alight.

Neither of you think anything at the sound of the front door opening as he sets you on the washer, your hand pushing inside the front of his gray sweatpants; both assuming it’s Jake returning.

“What the fuck?!”

It’s not Jake.

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A/N: 🎶 Dun dun dun🎶 well there’s part 2! That was a lot…emotionally-stunted Bradley is trying so hard 🥹, it’s confirmed that Jake likes being called a good boy (and princess 🤭), and poor, unsuspecting Nat walks in on Liv and Bradley in a compromising position (and is not happy). Also 👇🏻

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ST ships and parallels - PART 2

this post is to point out similar parallels and their differences between the canon ships in the show, especially in favor of byler and jancy. this is a pro byler/jancy and anti-mileven/stancy post so if you ship the later dni or read at your own risk

most of the points here i've gotten are from the comments from this post. i will also be tagging the the original posters here (if u don't want to be tagged pls inform me to remove it)

this post includes: - byler/stancy parallel ✔️ - stancy/mileven parallels ✔️ - jancy/mileven parallels✔️ - byler/mileven parallels✔️ - byler/ jancy + canon ships parallels

part 1.

warning: !!! long post ahead !!!

Stancy/Mileven parallels:

4. Scenes

brought to us by lovely @robintheoriedbyler

there isn't anything to say further about these two shots other than that it is very similar.

in both scenes steve/el is looking at nancy/mike with sad expressions through a window. i interpret these two scenes as them looking at the other person through a glass; basically through a lens.

even if there isn't anything specifically negative about these two scenes, there is a jancy scene in the exact episode that kind of does oppose the second scene.

it doesn't say much but it definitely is something worth mentioning.

5. Privacy

one of my favorite stancy/mileven parallels. please read the original post by @bugsbenefit

this whole parallel exactly proves the point that mileven and stancy are almost exactly the same.

in the same episode

mike/steve are both welcoming el/nancy into their home and offering them new clothes because their own ones are drenched in water. the clothes are exactly the same: blue shirt and grey sweatpants

steve waits for nancy to undress in front of him but she asks him for privacy. mike hands the clothes to el and she decided to undress in front of them but mike immediately stops her and asks her to do so in the bathroom because of 'privacy'.

both Steve and El aren't familiar with the concept of 'privacy' (for totally different reasons) but only when Nancy/Mike asks for it, does Steve turn around/El changes in the bathroom.

But we know that Nancy does go against it and it immediately results in the uncomfortable stancy sex scene interjected with barbs death scenes.

both these scenes play out exactly the same in the beginning and they both clearly try to convey the same message; privacy. they are direct parallels of each other. but stancy was clearly meant to be making the audience uncomfortable and if mileven is being paralleled with them then...!?

i'll leave it up to ya'll to figure it out.

Jancy/Mileven parallels:

this is a pro-byler post but it wouldn't be fair to disregard the parallels between jancy and mileven.

1. Denying

in both these scenes, Nancy and Mike ask each other if they like Jonathan/El and they both deny it. They both then end up officially with Jonathan/El in the next season.

i don't have anything to say against this because it is a legitimate parallel between mileven and jancy. Both siblings deny their 'feelings' for the character that they will end up together with.

I think this is the strongest jancy/mileven parallel there is.

2. Reuniting

This scene isn't widely considered a parallel but i'm still going to be including this because it makes sense to do so. I think this scene moreover shows the difference between mileven and jancy and how the duffers view both of them.

similarities: in both these scenes, Jonathan/Mike run out of Argyle's van to reunite with their partners, Nancy/El. This was an especially important scene to me because these were after Steve/Will 'confessed' their feelings to them.

this was a scene showing that they're still happy to see the person their still with, El and Jonathan. This scene was supposed to show that no matter what Steve/Will said, Nancy/Mike still has feelings for Jonathan/El.

but it doesn't.

difference: how they display the following scenes after that are directly against each other. if you consider this as a parallel, then the following scenes should immediately disapprove that they are the same even if they play out the same.

how they show the character in between their ships are very different.

Will is directly in between Mike and El while Steve is shown to be passing them by instead. Steve isn't viewed as a 'threat' to Jancy while Will is to mileven. Will's confession actually holds some weight for Mike than Steve's confession does to Nancy.

Will's feelings play a very important part in mileven's relationship while Steve's aren't.

Will and Steve: this, again, bleeds into the Stancy/Byler parallel i talked about in the first post. One confession was purely out of selflessness while the other one was because of selfishness.

one more thing to support my selflessness/selfishness claim is that even if Will loves Mike, he isn't mad at El. He doesn't show his anger or show outward jealousy towards her. He isn't holding anything against her because he is clearly happy to see her. Will doesn't view El as competition.

Steve, on the other hand, outwardly displays his sadness when Jonathan and Nancy reunite with each other. It is to the point that Robin has to pet his back to reassure him. Steve views Jonathan as competition.

this is not to show hate for Steve, this is just pure observation.

I could've found a way to included this point in the first post regarding stancy and byler but i found it more fitting to use as a sort of similarity and difference between mileven and jancy.

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Byler/Mileven parallels:

now that we got jancy/mileven out of the way, let's talk above byler and mileven instead. these two ships are very written to oppose each other in every single way.

there aren't a lot of things to be expanded on regarding their parallels because it is so blatantly obvious.

i feel compelled to also mention that both ships are written with opposing tropes. 'friends-to-lovers' and 'love-at-first-sight' are vastly very different categories.

1. 'yes' and 'no'

one of the most mentioned opposing points between Mileven and Byler are their first words to Mike. El's first word to Mike was 'no' while Will's was 'yes'.

'no' vs 'you said yes'

i think it's sort of on the nose to mention that the first thing El does is disagree with Mike while the first thing Will does is to agree with with him.

2. 'Understanding'

the most obvious parallel between Mileven and Byler is during Mike's scenes with both Will and El in season 4.

In this scene, Mike and El are arguing because Mike doesn't tell her he loves her. She uses the line that is directly paralleled to his conversation with Will.

'you never say it' 'i say it' vs 'i didn't say it' 'you didn't have to'

this scene so simply means that El needs to be reassured by Mike that he still loves her because his actions are not saying it or even displaying it.

her asking for this reassurance immediately disapproves the argument that he just can't say 'ily' because of his parents. even if he can't say it, he can still show it through his actions. her asking for this means that he hasn't been showing her that he loves her especially with scenes like:

'what did you do' and 'she didn't look fine'

she needs to still hear that he loves her. she can't read that he does.

the whole 'i didn't say it' 'you didn't have to' scene opposes them exactly with mike saying that he doesn't need words to understand what Will was saying. Will's actions were enough for Mike to understand him.

this further proves my point when we take into account that Mike had no idea El was lying to him the whole time in rink-o-mania. he didn't clock that she was uncomfortable with Angela and her friends when they came up to her.

even when Angela took her away, mike wasn't responsive. only when Will outwardly stated that something was wrong did he actually have a reaction.

and even in this scene where mike is calling out to el but she runs away from him instead is not just her being embarrassed in front of him but also her not reading him as someone who would be able to comfort her.

he isn't someone she finds comfort in anymore. she literally wants to hide herself away from him. and even then, she begs Angela to tell Mike that it was all just a joke and that they are really friends because she doesn't understand Mike enough to know that he would still love her and regardless of it. that she would still be someone 'cool' in his eyes without all these lies.

but she doesn't.

Will and Mike, on the other hand have a whole other relationship dynamic. they don't need words to understand each other because they can read the other based on only actions.

will understood mike's expressions enough to know that he needs reassurance during the desert scene and mike clocking will enough to know that he wasn't enjoying himself in the roller rink. in the second scene, Mike uses Will's actions (rolling your eyes, moping) to determine that Will was annoyed and moody the whole day, there was no need for Will to even say it.

byler doesn't need to say anything to know each other while mileven does.

more parallels in part 3.

------------------------------------------------------------ i would like to make clear that these are my interpretations of the scenes, it doesn't mean they r actually canon. these are just observations made by me. this is part two of the parallels between ships. thank you for reading!!

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"This is going to be so funny!" Theodore Nott giggles uncontrollably as he pops the cork of a pink vital and pours some into a glass. "Shit, i can't wait until he comes back!" Lorenzo laughs. "Me too." Blaise agrees as Draco nods.

The Slytherin boys were pranking Mattheo. They planned a "hangout" in the common room. They all waited for a whole hour for Mattheo to get up to use the bathroom or to go to his dorm to go fetch something. Then, after what felt like forever, Mattheo excused himself to go to the bathroom. Then, once Mattheo was out of sight, Theodore took a deep breath to control his giggle fit, he took the pink vital out of his pocket, he also took out a strand of your hair that he secretly took from your hairbrush one night while visiting. He poured half the vital into the glass, and then he added the hair. Then mattheo returned. The boys trying to hold in their laughs. After a while, Mattheo took a sip of his drink. The boys are all staring at this point.

"You feeling alright?" Blaise asks. "Uh, I'm feeling fine. Maybe a little warm, but I'm fine." He says, turning red as if he had just realized something. "Do you want to..confess..anything..?" Blaise asks, trying to hold in his laugh. "Yeah..I think..I think I'm in love with Y/n." The boys eyes widen. "Why don't you go to Y/n? I bet she'll love to see you." Mattheo smirks at this. "I should do that.." Mattheo stands up, almost tumbling over a chair. He picks up the cup and takes a long sip. Theo sighs as he takes the cup away from him as he pushes Mattheo gently towards the girls' dormitory.

Mattheo walks up the stairs, his heart racing. When he wasn't under the influence of the potion, he did have feelings for y/n, very strong feelings. But he would never ever dare to confess due to him thinking she would deny and reject his feelings. He didn't want to ruin his friendship with her.

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I sit on my desk, trying to focus on my homework, an essay for Snape that was due tomorrow. I groan as I hear a knock on the door, I stand up and walk up to it.

I grasp the knob and I see..Mattheo Riddle.

"Um, hi Mattheo? Weren't you hanging out wi-?" Then I get interrupted with Mattheo literally jumping on me, kissing my cheek. "Mattheo!?" I question, pushing him off. I feel my cheeks turn red. "Oh, uhhh, sorry!" He mumbles, looking down at the carpet. "What's up with you!?" I question crossing my arms. "Uh, i came here to confess something." He fidgets with his hands. "Uh, sure." I say, sitting on my bed, motioning him to sit next to me. He does. "So. I'm like in love with you." He says, looking at me. "You.. you do?" I reply. I feel myself blushing again. "Yeah..." He says. "Can I kiss you y/n...please."

My lips part open as I nod. I've always fantasized about him kissing me and other things. Before i have time to react, he slams his lips onto me. Roughly, he grabs my wrists and pins me onto my bed. As I gasp, I can practically feel his smirk on my lips as he runs his free hand through my hair. "Wow." I whisper. He chuckles as he uses his free hand to trace my body, as if it were a piece of art. "You're so beautiful." He says, our foreheads touching, his puppy dog eyes looking up at me. "Thank you." I say in a hushed voice. He nuzzles his face into my neck, kissing it, probably leaving a bunch of hickeys. "Wait, Mattheo, before we do anything else, I'm confused." I say, holding his shoulder. "Confused about what, love?" He asks, laying down close to me. "I dunno, you're just acting werid, like randomly confessing to me.." He doesn't say anything. "Mattheo, have you drinken anything..recently?" I ask. "Well, I took a sip of my drink before I came here."

My eyebrows raise. "What happened once you drank that? Did it taste werid?"

"It tasted sweeter than I remember, then I felt like really warm and fuzzy, and I couldn't stop thinking about you." He smiles, playing with my hair. I then realize what's happening. He's been put under a love potion. I'm guessing his friends slipt it into his drink when he wasn't looking. Luckily, I have the antidote from a previous incident. Once, Pansy got dared to drink a love potion. So I still have some antidote left.

"Mattheo, I'll be back. i need to get something from my bathroom." I say, getting up, but he holds onto me. "Don't leave me, Y/n!" He Frowns. I sigh. It's just realized how lovesick this poor guy is. "Fine, come with me then." I say, the bathroom is literally 10 feet away from my bed. "Okay!" He says, getting up, our hands intertwined.

I walk towards my bathroom, tracing my finger along the drawers until I find the drawer with the antidote. "Mattheo, do you trust me?" I ask. He nods. "Of course i do, love!" I giggle to myself. "Okay, sit on my sink, please." I smile as he sits on my sink. I hold the vital in front of him. I pop the cork. I pour the rest of the antidote down his throat. He groans in pain. "Y/n..i have a headache." He mutters as he holds my hand. "I know, but it'll go away soon." I comfort him.

Then, in a blink, he groans in pain again, "Y/n?" He asks, confused. "Oh, uh Mattheo." I mutter. "What am I doing here?!" He asks. "Uh, about that." I pause. "Your friends kinda..gave you Amortentia.." I say. He looks to the side as he jumps off my sink. He heads straight to the door. "Mattheo - wait!" I shout, grabbing his hand. He groans. "Did I do anything embarrassing?" He asks, not looking back at me. "Uh, well, you may or may not have jumped onto me and kissed me." I giggle slightly. His face drops. "I didn't mean it - it was that stupid potion." He admits. "I know.."

"Look, I'm going to kill those idiots!" He yells, practically running to the door. I grab his hand again and spin him around, I kiss him. I don't know why I'm doing this, but I am. His eyes are open, but then they close, and he cups my face. "Mattheo-" I whisper. "Never mind, I'll kill them after." He smiles.

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A/n; hope you enjoyed this! It was so fun to write and lovesick Mattheo is super cute!

[sapphiclesbli]

7. What fantasy has been playing in your head on repeat recently? Is it making you feel like a desperate whore? (Give me all the juicy details)

I have two lately so I'mma just tell one

Recently I've been chatting with this girl, she told me she loves biking and now all I can think about is thigh riding (especially on her thigh). Like she comes back after she went out biking for a while and fuck she looks so hot after exercising, like even hotter than she usually do. And if I wasn't horny before that (I was), well I definitely am now and she knows it. But I am considerate and after making so much effort already I can't possibly let her make more effort to make me come, even if I'm dying to. So instead I propose to ride her thigh, telling her she just needs to stay here and enjoy the show I'm putting on for her. So I quickly ditched my shirt and underwear and now I'm straddling one of her thighs, I'm a bit hesitant to really sit down but she grabs me by my hips and pulls me down. As soon as my throbbing clit gets in contact with her thigh I swear I can feel my brain leaking between my legs, gosh it's so embarrassing how easy she can make me fall apart. I give her hand a light slap, telling her I want to do this on my own, she raises an eyebrow but says nothing. I wrap my arms around her neck and begin to move slowly. I feel her gaze on me as I'm moving back and forth. I can feel my wetness spreading across her thigh, I'm trying so hard not to look up at her and to avoid eye contact but she's not having it, she grabs my chin and makes me look at her "it's a shame to hide your pretty face from me don't you think pretty girl?" she says her thumb roaming across my lip and I moan. I'm getting so close to the sweet release I crave so much but I need to feel her hands on me. I start going faster and I'm grinding on her thigh so messily but right now I don't care, I just need to cum so bad. I'm trying to ask for her help but all I can get out are broken pleas "please please please need you to touch me" she coo at me "yeah? but didn't you say you wanted to do it all on your own sweet girl?" I shake my head "I take it back please need you so bad " I moan "aww who am I to deny you such a desperate request uh? of course I'll help you pretty girl" she says flexing her thigh just to tease me before grabbing my hips and guiding me slowly her eyes glued on her glistening thigh. I whine and she looks up at me "what's wrong sweetheart? want me to go faster?" she asks as if she's been reading my mind and I nod dumbly "words pretty girl. I need you to use your words for me, can you?" she says, never stopping her movement "yes fuck- please" and before I can even register anything she starts moving my hips even faster than I expected. I hide my face in her neck, desperately chasing my release. Her hands on me made my head spin and I could feel myself getting closer and closer to my orgasm and she felt it too. She feels my body tense up so she gives my ass a little spank and just with that I cum, letting out the sluttiest moan. "you're even prettier when you're cumming just for me" she smiles. She made me ride my orgasm before slowing down her movement and kissing me, telling me how good I've been for her as my body relaxes against hers

[maaarine]

Why are British teenage girls so unhappy? Here’s the answer (Caitlin Moran, The Times, Sep 13 2024)

"The report, by the Children’s Society, found that British 15-year-old girls are the most unhappy in Europe.

British girls aged 10-15 are “significantly less happy” with their life, appearance, family and school than the average boy — and their happiness is still declining.

Boys’ life satisfaction, meanwhile, remains broadly stable. (…)

But I still didn’t have an “aha!” moment about why this so disproportionately affects girls until… I talked to some teenage girls.

It was at a party, and I went to vape with them on the patio. Because I take my nicotine like children do.

“Duh — it’s the boys,” one said when I brought it up, as all the others agreed.

“The boys?” I asked.

My last book, What About Men?, had been all about how much boys struggle these days: their loneliness; their suicide rates. I’d spent the past year feeling very sympathetic towards boys.

“Yeah, well, who do you think they’re taking out their unhappiness on? It’s us,” another girl said.

“One boy at school used to draw a picture every day of how ugly I was,” a third girl said. “Every day for two years.”

“They’ve all got ‘Rate The Girls’ polls on their WhatsApps,” the first said. “They mark you down for weight gain, haircuts, what you say.”

“But then, if you’re hot, it’s just as bad, in a different way, because they’ll be talking about how they want to f*** you.”

The girls discussed coping techniques. Bad news: none of them worked.

“The only way you can stop them is if you become ‘one of the boys’ and hang out with them. But then,” the second girl said with a sigh, “all the other girls call you a slut. Because you’ve gone over to the boys’ side.”

“Surely it’s not all the boys?” I said. “There must be some nice boys?”

“Oh, yeah,” one girl said. “But they keep their heads down. Because… well, look.”

She showed me the Instagram account of her friend. Under every picture she posted of herself — smiling in a new dress; with her dog — dozens of anonymous accounts had replied with the most rank abuse.

“Fat.” “Slut.” “You gonna try and kill yourself again, for attention?”

“They’re all boys from her school,” she said. “And look, this one boy tried to defend her.”

I saw a series of messages from a brave teenage boy, posting things like, “You’re all big men, leaving these replies under anonymous accounts.”

As I could see, this boy immediately became a target too. Mainly accusations that he was “white knighting” this girl: “You wanna f*** her, bro?”

“So,” I asked, “you don’t think it’s social media pressure to be beautiful, or the economy, that’s making girls so sad?”

“Well, yeah, them too,” the first girl said. “But, Monday-Friday, 9-3, I’m not on social media. I’m not… in the economy. I’m just with these boys. And no one talks about how horrible they are.”

I thought about another recent report, showing a 30 per cent ideological gap between Gen Z men, who are increasingly conservative, and Gen Z women, who are increasingly progressive.

I thought about Andrew Tate, who has nine million mostly young male followers — and faces human trafficking charges, which he denies.

And I thought: maybe these girls are on to something. Maybe more people need to vape with teenage girls and ask them for the school gossip."

[deathbxnny]

Arcane characters when someone flirts with you. | Viktor, Jayce, Vi, Caitlyn, Jinx, Sevika x Gn!Reader

I am the brain rot. The brain rot is me.✨️

Content: pre season 2 Viktor/Jayce!, Jealousy, pitfighter Vi, established romantic relationships, angst, threats of violence/death threats, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns.

((Not proofread))

》VIKTOR

He always struggled with self-esteem issues, mainly due to his sickness and disability that made it difficult for him to do much. A part of him forever will believe that you could easily do better than him, yet that doesn't stop him from getting terribly jealous anytime someone gets too friendly with you. Especially when they can see him standing next to you clearly being your partner as well.

But despite his insecurities, he doesn't allow anyone to harass you either on his watch. He lets you defend yourself for the most part until he has enough and lets his more sassy side handle the flirtatious person for you. He may not be able to do anything in a physical way, something he very much would rather avoid. But his tongue is sharp, and it takes little to make them quickly scurry away with a nervous apology for the disturbance.

He'll never admit to being jealous, however, and denies any teasing accusations you send his way. But he'll secretly ask for reassurance as he starts feeling embarrassed over his insecurities rather quickly after. A couple of hugs and kisses from your side will fix that right up, though.

》JAYCE

He has a reputation to keep up. And so, technically, he should always handle things professionally no matter what. People are watching him after all, and his public image can not be tarnished under any circumstance... or so he says. Things change in his mind when they are about you. In general, people know who you are and who you belong to since he rarely shuts up about it.

But every now and then, someone who is somehow unfamiliar with this concept will come up to you and attempt to woo you right in front of his very eyes. Now, Jayce tries to let you handle yourself, but doesn't hesitate to step in either if the person doesn't get the hint. His rather intimidating frame and position as a councilor help him out Immensely with this. He chases them away with a tight smile and a kiss to your head, as he casually asks how he can oh so graciously help them.

Once they leave, he'll pretend not to hear you, of you teasingly asking him if he was jealous. Him? Jealous? Hah! Impossible... okay, maybe a little. But don't tell anyone that.

》VI

As a pitfighter, Vi doesn't hesitate to get violent with anyone who comes close to the only good thing she has left in her life, which happens to be you. She's extremely protective and makes sure everyone gets the hint regarding who you belong to. But alas, there are always the couple strays that refuse to comprehend that fact and therefore attempt to "steal" you away from her. Something that never ends well for anyone.

Her temper is shorter than it used to be, and that becomes quite clear when she's quick to loom over the person that was pestering you. She knows that you can handle yourself just fine, too. But that doesn't stop her from grabbing their shoulder and asking them if she can help them out instead. Or maybe they want to talk it out in the pit? All the same to her, but the message is clear. She'll win if it comes to you every time, and that's enough to make the person scurry away in terror.

You'll definitely have to calm her down and reassure that you had everything handled. She's just looking out for you, though, and doesn't want you to get hurt, too, like everyone else in her life. The last thing she wants is to mess up again, so her overprotective tendencies will probably never lessen. Not that you kind anyways.

》CAITLYN

Your role as her partner is crystal clear to absolutely everyone in Piltover, especially after she takes over the troops as their new ruler. She's much more cutthroat and cold than she used to be before her mothers death, which made her extremely overprotective of you and your safety. She may even be suffocating at times with her security measures, but she finds it absolutely necessary. This also means, however, that those who try becoming a bit too friendly with you are always at risk of facing her wrath.

She doesn't hold back with her dismay and is quick to stand before you with a dark, stern glare directed at whoever was flirting with you beforehand. Caitlyn doesn't care if you can take care of yourself or not either. She'll take full advantage of her new position and power too, not hesitating to give the person that was pestering you a professionally worded threat that leaves them as pale as a ghost.

Admittedly, it's hard to tell if she's jealous or just worried in her own way. Before her mother's death, it may very well just be her being a bit jealous... but with her current position, she may also just be afraid to lose you too deep down. And she couldn't handle that.

》JINX

After Silco's death, Jinx's temper is milder than before due to her deteriorating mental health (if there was anything left of it to begin with). She's a lot calmer when handling situations and seeming more calculated than before, but that certainly doesn't quell the extreme abandonment issues in her at any rate. If anything, they've become much worse than before. This means that she'll cling to you and snap at anyone who nears you. No one is allowed to steal your attention away from her. No one can take you away from her. She just won't allow it when you're all she has left.

And so, she won't hesitate to use her gun on anyone who is pestering you. A death threat or two usually gets the point across anyway. Jinx will also let you handle yourself first, however though, knowing you can easily do that. But if things do get out of hand, she will step right to scare them away at best. She'd never kill anyone infront of you after all. She doesn't want to scare you away.

You'll have to reassure her of your loyalty a lot afterward, however, as her insecurities and issues can make her spiral fairly easily. Giving her a lot of attention and love makes everything go away, though, luckily.

》SEVIKA

She's very secure in your relationship and trusts you perfectly fine, which is why she rarely ever gets jealous. Why should she, anyway, when you'll always come back to her at the end of the day? Besides, people in the lanes know who you are and who you belong to, and most importantly, what will happen to their faces once she bashes them in if they ever harass you too much.

With that said, though, she typically lets you do your own thing and chase the person away yourself first before bothering to step in. If things get out of hand, then she'll suddenly be right behind you and tower over whoever it is that's not getting the hint. Blowing smoke right into their faces, she'll ask them if they have a problem, and if yes, then they should take it up with her outside. Although everyone knows she's the only one back afterwards. This usually does the trick.

Don't expect her to ever say that she is jealous, though, and hopes you know better, too. She knows you're loyal, as she certainly is for life and therefore doesn't worry about a thing regarding the strength of your relationship.

No one is better than her anyway.

[sukunasweetheart]

scummy ex-boyfriend sukuna...

warnings!!! dark content, noncon breeding, dubcon, sukuna ties your hands together, baby trapping, toxic, possessive and jealous sukuna, manipulative tendencies and mentions of violence (not towards reader), oral (f!receiving)

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scummy ex-boyfriend sukuna who'd always coax you into fucking him bareback without a condom because he swears it feels better...

being so sweet, seducing you into letting him hit it raw, doing whatever it takes to put you in a good mood, get you hot and bothered so you can't deny him for long, swearing that he'd pull out, and that you'd have nothing to worry about...

but scummy ex-boyfriend sukuna who never kept his word. he'd fuck you silly and cum deep into your womb, even though he promised he wouldn't. you wanted to stop him, but you were feeling too good in the moment to fight him off. when you confront him about it afterwards, he simply tells you "my bad, sweetheart. i didn't mean to, but you just felt too good..."

he gets high off the feeling of cumming inside you.

scummy ex-boyfriend sukuna who secretly wished he could fuck you pregnant with his seed. but you told him you didn't want a baby, which he disappoints him, though he may not show it. he wants to see your belly swell up with his child, and to suck on your sweet milk when your tits start leaking. fuck, just the thought of it had made him get hard.

scummy ex-boyfriend sukuna who didn't take you seriously when you broke it off with him. you could see it in his eyes sometimes, the way he seemed eerily quiet when your pregnancy tests turned out with only one line. you felt glad you'd taken those birth control pills behind his back. but you decided enough was enough. you loved him, but you just didn't want to have a child with him.

scummy ex-boyfriend sukuna who didn't even seem phased by the break up. he believed he could coax you back to him again, given with some time. you are his, and nothing will change that. when he sees you around, he shamelessly flirts with you and tries to convince you to come back to him, telling you that he misses you dearly. there are times when he almost succeeds, only because you do miss him sometimes too.

a few weeks into the break up, you truthfully, begin to feel a little sexually frustrated. you don't recall having such a high sex drive before getting with sukuna, but he seems to have permanently altered your body, the way he used to pleasure you so good...

you gather some friends and head into a club, and try to forget about him.

at the club, you re-familiarise yourself with the smell of alcohol in the air, the music that hurts your eardrums, and the crowd of people all around you, wherever you went. it's been a while since you've been here, because you had been with sukuna for over two years now.

an hour or two passes, and you've gotten yourself fairly tipsy at the bar now.

you sync yourself up with the music, but a familiar figure catches your attention from the second floor of the club, afar. it's sukuna. but he's not looking at you.

he's standing with his ex-girlfriend - the one that had gotten hysterical with you after she'd found out about your relationship with him. your mood plummets, for some reason.

you're the one that broke up with him. it shouldn't matter what he's up to after that. liar. you told me you missed me. you try to ignore him, and continue drinking yourself drunk, the edges of your vision already swimming.

sukuna's at the club, only because a friend of his snitched on you and told him that you were out here somewhere. he didn't think he'd meet yorozu, out of everyone it could've been.

"hi, ryo. i heard you'd finally broken up with that girl?" she asks sweetly, standing as close to him as possible.

sukuna gives her a deadpan stare.

"broken up? says who?"

"well, everyone. don't tell me you're pathetically clinging onto her now? that's not like you."

"i'm not you. now get lost, i'm busy."

yorozu grabs his hand, stopping him from walking away.

"wait! i just wanna tell you..."

she continues talking, but his attention has already drifted elsewhere, as his eyes pan toward the crowd downstairs. now...where are you? when he does manage to find you in the crowd downstairs, he doesn't like what he sees. that's an understatement. he hates it.

you're swaying your hips with some other bastard, making out with him on the dance floor.

"damn- you're so fuckin' hot," the stranger chuckles against the shell of your ear, your arms around his neck.

"am i really?" you respond giggling, clearly intoxicated.

"yeah, you are... why don't you come home with me?"

"hmmm? sure, why not? 'm single now, anyway," you mumble, your feet now beginning to stumble. you're starting to miss him again.

"broke up with your boyfriend, did you? poor thing."

"i'll help you feel better." the man grins and helps you walk outside of the club.

on his way out however, he bumps into someone of a large frame. he's all tatted up, and his gaze is holding a mean glare as he stares down at him. he holds out his hand to him, like he's asking for something.

"hand her over, and i won't beat you to death."

oh. he must be the ex. that was enough for the man to quietly place your body into sukuna's arms and exit the club.

tch, he's as spineless as he looks.

sukuna handles your limp body with care, your breath pungent with the smell of alcohol. he's irritated to no end right now, and a vein is bulging from his forehead, but he safely carries you to his car.

outside, the man thinks he's clear of danger, and decides he's had enough for the night. but, someone's heavy arm comes down around his shoulders suddenly.

"hey. you're the one that played it too close with sukuna's girl? how unlucky of you," a man with a scar on his lip talks nonchalantly.

he gets dragged into a nearby alleyway.

"don't take it personally. i got paid to do this."

the man shrieks as he gets beaten to a pulp, just enough so it hurts like hell, but not enough to kill him. sukuna likes to keep his word.

meanwhile... you're taken to your own home. he found the keys to your house in your purse. sukuna tucks you into your own bed, and even dresses you into your own pajamas. and then...

he just leaves.

-

the next morning - you don't remember a thing. you're left feeling confused, wondering how you managed to get home and how you were even sober enough to get yourself dressed. the only thing you can recall is seeing sukuna with his ex, and then making out with some random guy on the dance floor. everything else is blacked out.

you ask your friends, but they were also too busy getting wasted to know what happened to you. but you feel fine physically, so you brush the incident off.

now the only thing bothering you... sukuna hasn't contacted you again ever since you witnessed him and yorozu talking. so he must've gone back to her. that makes you feel... irritated. upset. sad, even. even though you wanted to break things off first.

you slowly start getting back to your normal daily life again, although with a heavy heart. only change is, that you can't seem to find your birth control pills, wherever you last put them. you contemplate for a moment, wondering whether you should buy a new pack, but you end up shrugging it off, knowing that you won't really need them in the meantime anyway...

you're trying to get back into what life was like before you met sukuna. falling back into bad diet habits, staring at your phone, going back and forth between unblocking and blocking sukuna's number - wondering if he's texted you again in the meantime - but of course, there is nothing new.

he may have had his toxic traits, but you knew he loved you a lot... he cooked you wonderful meals and spoiled you with gifts and knew how to make you orgasm until you couldn't speak. and he was tender with you, even though he teased you a lot.

and now, you're back to using toys to satisfy yourself... it's always like this! you start thinking about him and your hand begins to wander down - you can only hope that you'll eventually lose these feelings soon.

you decide to head out and go on a shopping spree alone, to distract yourself from your thoughts and maybe lift your spirits up.

spending a lot of money for yourself always feels nice. you're buying a lot of cute clothes, accessories and food, jumping between shop to shop. the sun sets rather quickly, and by now, you're at your final stop, mulling over whether this expensive, but beautiful bracelet and necklace set is worth buying. your impulse gets the better of you and you ask for it to be packaged for you.

you reach for your wallet to pay with your card, but someone's familiar voice rings out beside you as he approaches.

"i'll pay for the set." sukuna already has his credit card out, and is handing it to the store clerk, using a tone that makes him difficult to question.

"...sukuna?" you say quizzically, his name slipping from your lips without thinking.

the clerk scans his card, and your items are already paid for.

"what are you doing here..." you ask him, with mixed feelings running around in the pit of your stomach.

"missed me?" he asks with a smirk, very naturally taking your multiple shopping bags from your hand. "i just happened to be in the area."

you're not sure if you believe him. just when you're about to ask him something again, he guides you out of the store with his hand on your shoulder.

"i thought you got back with your ex," you say, taking your bags back from his hand. "i'm sure she'll be upset if she sees you here with me."

"what? where did you get that nonsense from?" he seems genuinely confused.

"i saw you at the club, by coincidence. you were talking with her."

oh... he didn't realise you'd noticed him back there.

"oh, sweetheart... that was a coincidence. i wasn't planning on meeting her. did you really believe that i'd get back with that woman?"

you shouldn't be feeling relieved to such an extent... but your shoulders loosen up after hearing that.

"well... you stopped contacting me after i last saw you with her. of course i'd start believing it."

"oh? i thought you had my number blocked. were you anticipating my texts? you missed me, after all." sukuna leans in closer to you, smiling cockily.

you should have just kept your mouth shut...

"i'll take you home. you have a lot of luggage, no?" sukuna offers, taking your bags back from your hand.

you bite the inside of your cheek. you know you're supposed to decline here. but you let your feelings get the best of you... and end up letting him lead you to his car.

he was supposed to just quickly drop you off home.

"you have a lot of stuff. i'll help you carry it home," sukuna gave his excuse, with something more sly hiding in his eyes. you know exactly what he wants. but when he insists so strongly, you can't deny him. like the fool you are.

you unlock your door and he comes inside to put your bags down on the floor at the entrance. and as you had expected, he doesn't leave right away. instead, he looks down at you with a coy smile, while you return the gaze with a more standoffish one. the tension feels thick and heavy as neither of you speak for a moment.

"well? i'm sure you didn't let me in without knowing my intentions..." sukuna moves forward and closer to you, hands very naturally finding their way to your waist.

he leans down slowly and offers you a brief kiss, a very light and short one, like he's testing the waters. he scans your face for your response. your lips feel all tingly. and all he sees is that you're not pushing him away.

"we shouldn't..." you whisper, but your resolve is too weak. you can't tell him to go away, much less kick him out of your home.

"i know."

in truth, he doesn't really. why should he be separate from you? you belong to him. he pulls you in for a deeper kiss. and you just let it happen.

and, lord, he smells and tastes divine. there's a reason why you always forgave him despite his scummy behaviour when it came to using protection. though you ended up breaking him off, you wonder if it'll be different if you give him another chance.

he wastes no time in lifting you into his arms like you weigh nothing, and heads off to your bedroom, before you can change your mind. you comply, holding onto his strong embrace weakly, having missed this kind of treatment.

when you're laid onto your own bed, sukuna smirks again as he cages you between his arms.

"you're being so obedient. must've regretted breaking up with me-?"

pulling him in with a hand to the back of his neck, you shut him up with another demanding kiss, not letting him speak for long. sukuna groans as you slip your tongue into him, initiating something messier than what the both of you were doing before.

he's quick to unzip your skirt and side it off, along with your panties. in desperation, he doesn't take the time to fully get you naked and instead, pushes your shirt and bra up to fondle your jutting breasts. sukuna then peels his own jacket and shirt off.

"spread your legs for me, sweetheart. i'll spoil you tonight."

you part your legs slowly - and he sees that you're already glistening with slick. bringing his face down, he aims straight for your sensitive clit, wrapping his lips around it entirely. your back arches as you gasp, the warm and wet feeling being so arousing like nothing else in this world.

you feel the tip of his tongue flicker up and down your clitoris in a mesmerising rhythm - knowing exactly what you want, and need to reach your orgasm. and the way he sucks on you with the correct amount of pressure, while making the lewdest noises, forcing your hips to stutter uncontrollably against his mouth, with the way it feels so mind numbing, is just too much in its own way.

you let your erotic moans ring out, because you know he loves it when you show him how good you're feeling - and your hands can't help but hold onto his hair from the intense pleasure, which he never seem to flinch from.

the first orgasm hits you like a truck, with the way you're left breathless and gasping for air as your legs reflexively try to close up - sukuna has to hold them apart with his strong grip as he continues tonguing you even as you're cumming, your cunt thrumming against his lips.

"o-ooh- fuck-! sukuna!" you plead, your blank gaze meeting the ceiling with half-lidded eyes, hips jolting without restraint.

when he does eventually show mercy and remove his mouth from your poor aching clit, you're already on the brink of sobbing, your legs down to your toes feeling all prickly from the overstimulation. your mind is in a haze.

so much so, that you didn't realise that he had bound your wrists to the bed frame until he was already done with it.

"wha- sukuna...? why're you tying me up-?" you question, still a little out of it from your last orgasm.

"shh, love. it's not like this is the first time...relax," sukuna comforts you, caressing your face. you can't help the small uneasiness from growing in your stomach. he suddenly gives your clit a light slap. it startles you a bit, and you gasp.

"you're so pretty. do you know that?"

you see your own reflection in his ringed eyes. your heart races, and you don't know if it's because you're flustered or terrified.

"i just wanna..."

his cock aches in his pants.

he never finishes his sentence. instead, he just offers you a soft, yet sloppy kiss.

sukuna frees his erection, and sighs in relief. it's all messy and leaky with precum. he lines it up against your wet and puckering cunt. you won't deny that you want it...

"sukuna... condom..." you remind him gently, getting slightly nervous from the way he's rubbing his tip up and down your slit.

"... 'm sorry sweetheart. i don't think i can do that."

he pushes his hips in one go, and you're left gasping from the sudden intrusion. you're immediately pushed into a mating press.

sukuna groans from how he immediately feels your wet walls sucking him in, your slick making his cock glisten as he thrusts in and out. he's missed this so, so much.

"fuck- sukuna! you can't- oh my g-god..." your hands tug at your bindings as you try and resist your moans from coming out of your throat, but the way his dick satisfies your cunt is otherworldly, his tip kissing your cervix, over and over again.

"that's it, baby... just enjoy yourself," he urges you on, getting breathless from his own fast pace, cock pulsating inside of you in excitement. god, you always drive him crazy.

still, in the back of your mind you still have a sliver of trust in this man. foolishly so. surely he'll pull out at the last second. surely he won't cum inside you in this situation. it's been a while since you stopped being on the pill.

your bed creaks from how roughly sukuna pounds your pussy, all while groaning with such shamelessness, only caring about the pleasure that is found from the warmth and wetness of your puckering hole.

"fuuck... fuck! to think you were gonna let some other bastard do this to you..." he growls under his breath, brows furrowing. you don't hear him. he remembers his original motive for all of this. to remind you who you truly belonged to.

"ooh-! sukuna! you're being too rough..." you whine, feeling the pressure of an incoming orgasm already building in your abdomen.

he only grips your hips harder, looking down at you with a toothy smile. his dick aches so badly. he's endured through so much patience just for this moment.

your mind goes blank as you forget about the fact that he's not wearing a condom, drool spilling out the side of your mouth from the pleasure you feel as his girthy dick drills in and out of you, a squelching noise happening everytime he sinks himself in. there's the feeling of his heavy balls slapping against your ass. and also the friction from his pants, that he hasn't bothered to fully take off. the juices from your cunt has dampened them, but sukuna couldn't care less right now.

"sweetheart... my love... take- taking me s-so well..." sukuna groans, panting and words slurred. despite the deeply affectionate words, his hips move like an animal. you can't do anything but moan and cry.

sukuna feels himself getting high again. there's just something about you... god, he's so pussydrunk he can't even think properly. only the thought of breeding you is on his mind. make you his, completely. to see your belly get bigger from his seed... a powerful thrum goes to his cock and he shudders again.

he has to make it take, this time.

"i'm gonna cum," he tells you breathlessly, knowing you won't be able to stop him, this time around.

"sukuna!... wait," you protest, weakly tugging at your binds again, but you can't say anything more than that, as his lips come down onto yours, silencing you effectively. he tongue kisses you roughly, desperate and messy as you can feel his laboured breaths on you.

and the final thrust that he gives, where he pushes his dick in so deeply, tip meeting your cervix, sends you into another trembling orgasm. sukuna groans deeply against your mouth as he cums, hips stuttering against yours, eyes shut tightly as he savours you completely. you take your lips off of his, and try to say, "stop...! no- pull out," but he stops you with another kiss.

you sob, because it's over. but you're also sobbing because it feels so good.

sukuna's deep kiss trails down to the crook of your neck.

"you can't tell me to pull out... when your cunt is... seducing my cock like this..." he shivers between phrases, mumbling against your neck, mind all hazy from the way you pulse around him from your orgasm, milking his dick as spurt after spurt of his seed shoots straight into your womb.

you can't even say anything back to him - you're coming off your high as he empties his balls into you, letting out more than usual. you're done for.

"i hate you," you sob.

"i know you don't really mean that. you can't live without me," sukuna tells you, pressing a gentle kiss against your forehead afterwards.

"and the same applies to me. i'll never let anyone else have you."

he begins to litter kisses down again, until he reaches your chest, while his cock is still inside you. his soft lips caress your tits, and then he begins to lather his tongue around your stiffened nipples, making you feel good again, even through the tears.

the night is far from over.

sukuna becomes much more gentle and soft after the first time, opting for slower but deeper thrusts this time around, adding plenty of little kisses in between as well, "loving" you with everything he has. you have no choice but to accept all of him, as he cums inside of you over and over again.

his cock is in its own haven, being trapped in your gummy walls without rest. and at some point, sukuna's even released your wrists, and now you're willingly making love to him with your arms around his neck, coping with the thought that resisting doesn't even matter anymore - it's already too late, and you're tired of trying to fight back.

you can't count how many times he's dumped his load into you, how many times he's said "i can't get enough of you," how many times you've kissed him back when he kisses you.

and when he finally does eventually pull out, his semen oozes out of you in a disgusting amount. you're spent, and completely exhausted. you can't help your heavy eyelids from closing up, and the last thing you hear is his soft voice.

"goodnight, sweetheart. i'll take care of everything, from now on. i promise."

he holds you so closely and lovingly that you believe him.

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[chuluoyi]

the secret wife

- nanami kento x reader

follow the first years’ misadventures as they find out that apparently, the infamous 7:3 sorcerer is also a dutiful and loving husband in private!

genre/warnings: crack, fluff, the first years are simply chaotic, an attempt at humor, gojo cameo (he’s so insufferable), mentions of pregnancy, nanami being the best husband there is

note: based on an anon's suggestion, this is a spin-off to love entries' wife (so gojo is married to love entries reader naturally!) this is full chaos and crack omg so sorry and isn't proofread bc i’m kinda tired so pls forgive any mistakes and my dry humor :')

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On one fine, sunny day, which was supposed to be a calm and relaxing afternoon...

“Hello? Yuji—”

Megumi could've sworn, they weren't usually this nosy.

“Gojo-sensei! It's urgent!”

Call it indulgence, because Nobara's curiosity just got the better of her.

“Oh? What's—”

“Does Nanamin have a wife!?”

And Yuji... well, he just needed answers, because the three of them were now in the ‘Mom and Baby’ section of department store, having just witnessed a monumental sight of their esteemed mentor, Nanami Kento—

—with a remarkably stunning woman hanging onto his arm.

“Huh?” Gojo's confusion was evident from the other line. Oh, yeah. Yuji had decided to cut to the chase and call him too, hoping for a swift clarification.

Okay, so why were the trio—plus Gojo on the speakerphone—hiding behind a pillar just to spy on Nanami and his very possible wife? Let us rewind 30 minutes before...

Yuji considers himself to have an exceptional eye and taste for women.

And 30 minutes ago, when he fell on his butt on the rough, hard asphalt in the jammed Shibuya crossing after accidentally getting shoved by the crowd, and encountered a kind, vivacious older woman—you, who extended a hand to help him up, he was even more convinced of that.

“Are you alright, Itadori-kun?” your soft voice entered his ears, catching him off-guard, and Yuji was certain of two things then.

One, that you were just like a literal angel descended from skies above, all dolled up and pretty with your flowy sundress.

“Ah, uh—” he stammered, eyes darting everywhere and anywhere at once as his palm started sweating after clasping your hand. “I-I am…”

And two, for the life of him, he had no idea who you were.

But it registered late in his mind to ask as he was busy controlling his ragged breathing and instant crush, and before Yuji knew it, you graced him with another kind smile and went on your way.

And did he feel so miserable afterwards.

. . .

“She’s sooo hella pretty, Fushiguro! And she knows me! Me!”

Megumi sighed, eyeing his friend in disgust. Truthfully, all he wanted was to return to the dorms and collapse onto his bed, and not listen to his friend’s incoherent ramblings.

"You sure you weren't imagining things?" Nobara questioned with slight irritation. "After you embarrassed us in front of Gojo-sensei's wife a while back, please think more before you act."

"I'm not, I swear! She said my name!"

"Itadori, can you please just not?" Megumi grumbled, having enough of this ruckus. "I want to walk back in peace."

And so tucking away his pout, Yuji walked in silence just as his best friend asked, and he was really going to leave it at that when suddenly he caught the sight of a familiar pristine coat and the sundress from earlier. “Oh?”

"Isn't that Nanami-san?" Nobara also spotted him, her eyes widening when she saw you, who was happily beaming as well as Nanami's light chuckle. "And wait, who is—?"

"That's her!" Yuji burst out, pointing decisively in your direction. "That's who I was talking about!"

Oh, no. Megumi dreaded it already. He could already see the utter catastrophe—

"I'm going after them!"

"Wait, Itadori! Me too!"

Too late. Before he could stop them, Nobara and Yuji had followed the pair. Reluctantly, Megumi trailed behind them too, albeit wearing a vexed scowl. Yet despite his misgivings, he couldn't deny that the things he saw over the next 30 minutes were genuinely unexpected.

Nanami consistently led you to a quieter spot away from the bustling crowd, his hand holding yours firmly. He would occasionally throw you a smile, or when you didn’t hold hands, then he’d wrap an arm around your waist. And to the trio's bewilderment, they also saw him tenderly brushing his lips against your head while on the escalator.

Soft and gentle. It was a side of Nanami Kento they had never witnessed—either with anyone else or even himself.

The two of you ventured through home appliances, visited food stalls, and eventually... the ‘Mom and Baby’ section.

"Do you want to rest for a bit?" Nanami's voice held a touch of concern as his hand settled on the small of your back, and seeing that, Nobara positively swooned.

"Oh, no, I'm fine," you responded with a reassuring smile. "Let's head over there. I'd like to see that next!"

Watching you and Nanami meticulously going through strollers and cribs like a pair of would-be parents was apparently too mind-blowing for Yuji and Nobara, leading to the decision to call Gojo right then and there. And, as they say, the rest was history.

"Last I heard, Nanami wasn't married," Gojo answered resolutely. "If he is, then it's the ultimate betrayal because he never told me!"

"But we see him with a woman! At mother and baby care section!"

Gojo hummed in thoughtful manner. "Okay, students. Now I'm tasking you to see this to the very end! Keep me on the line!"

With that, Operation: Uncover Nanami's Wife was officially underway, and frankly, the way the three of them were clumsily tailing the 7:3 sorcerer made Megumi want to facepalm. How was it that Nanami hadn't noticed their rather conspicuous attempts at all?

Now you were fawning over baby clothes, cutely trying not to squeal as you picked a little blue and yellow overalls. "Kento! Kento! Look, how cute!"

And all of them were floored once again when the expression on his face softened, as a warm smile adorned his lips. "Yeah, they are."

"Is she pregnant? She doesn't look it..." Nobara remarked, squinting and frowning, still watching the two of you like a hawk.

"Or maybe they're shopping for someone else?" Megumi suggested, earning teasing grins from Yuji and Nobara, to which he quickly rolled his eyes, as they chorused, "Looks like you're curious too!"

After a while, you moved from the clothes to sections stocked with mother's necessities. Yuji leaned against one of the racks, pressing his ear against it, with Nobara and Megumi crowding behind him, attempting to catch a snippet of your conversation with Nanami.

"I think we should get some heat packs and these pillows—"

"Oh, Kento! You're such a worrywart, I still won't need them for a few more months—"

"Wait, what?" Yuji whipped his head around in surprise, causing Nobara, who was leaning on him, to stumble and inadvertently collide with the racks.

"Eh? Huh!?"

Unfortunately, the racks weren't sturdy enough, and the force caused them to sway dangerously. Nobara, sensing her imminent fall, instinctively grabbed Yuji's arm to steady herself. However, he got tugged instead and their combined weight exacerbated the situation, leading to the racks quickly toppling over and a deafening commotion ensued—

Crash!

"Careful!" Nanami immediately pulled you behind him, a protective arm around your shoulder, sensing your shock from the sudden crash. He was on high alert, expecting some sort of attack of cursed spirits, but instead, he was met with the most astounding sight of the bickering culprits amidst the fallen racks.

"Kugisaki! What are you doing!"

"You dumbass! Why didn't you stop me from falling?!"

"Itadori-kun...?" Nanami called out in utter disbelief, his mind couldn't fathom as to why the first years were here. However, his attention quickly shifted to Megumi, who was seething and sending his friends a glare so hard it could drill a hole into them.

Then, the boy swiftly fixed himself into a low bow in front of him, ashamed, disregarding Yuji and Nobara's groans altogether. "Nanami-san, I'm very, very sorry on their behalf."

"What are the three of you doing here?" he inquired, and poor Megumi seemed at a loss, huffing as he nervously rubbed the back of his neck, unsure of where to even start.

Meanwhile you were full of worry for the fallen kids. "Oh my gosh, are you alright?"

For the second time today, you tried to help Yuji to stand on his feet, and this time, he really had a good look over you.

It wasn't exactly noticeable due to how loose your dress was, but now he could see that under it, your belly was slightly rounded—an unmistakable baby bump.

Amidst his shock and pain, Yuji couldn't bring himself to take your hand as he inadvertently let this slip, "N-Nanamin! You knocked her up!"

Nanami blinked. You gaped. Megumi and Nobara went pale in sheer horror, ready to murder their friend on the spot for his extreme height of rudeness.

“Itadori-kun,” Nanami cleared his throat then, and if he was offended, then he chose not to show it. “First of all, I’m sorry for not introducing you sooner. This is Y/N, my wife, and yes,” his tone hardened slightly, “She’s carrying our first child.���

“S-so you are married!”

“Yes, that was what I—”

“What the hell?! NANAMIIII!”

Oh, the freaking phone. After his fall, Yuji’s phone ended up on the floor, and of course, Gojo did hear all of the entire madness, evident from how his voice blared from the phone.

Nanami frowned, unwittingly reaching out towards the phone. “Who—?”

“NA-NA-MI!" Gojo screeched in righteous exasperation, and the former immediately pulled away from the phone with a cringe. “How could you?! I invited you to my wedding! Are you a hermit or something—how could not tell anyone!? Didn’t you say I can officiate—”

“I said no such thing. Please refrain from saying outrageous things, it’s both annoying and misleading,” Nanami stressed, growing more irritated by the mere sound of Gojo's whining voice and feeling his patience waning rapidly.

"Aren't we friends?! How—!"

"Should I find you instigate one more of this... shenanigans with the kids, I won't hesitate to report you to Yaga and your wife," he interjected then with clear irritation, and right that second, Gojo shut himself up.

Yuji, Nobara and Megumi couldn't help drawing that one conclusion in wonder: So, that's what Gojo-sensei is afraid of.

Nanami swiftly ended the call with a flick of his finger, returning the phone to the still mystified Yuji. Turning back to the trio, Nanami's irritation simmered as he glanced at the mess of broken goods on the floor, as well as noticing the approaching clerks.

"You three..." Nanami started, his voice rising slightly, unfaltering even as the three of them flinched. "Do you realize what you've done? Are you so idle that you can ditch your assignments?"

"Kento, don't be too harsh," you rebuked, placing a hand on his arm with a frown on your face. Nanami sighed, looking over the situation once again. It was a whole rack of baby necessities destroyed; plates, glasses, and whatnot scattered across the floor.

Nobara bit her lip in anxiety. “Oh my god, who's going to pay for all this damage?” She could already imagine the staggering amount this mess would cost. This is worth millions, anyone can go bankrupt.

There was only one person who can and will. Immediately, both Nanami and Megumi turned to her with a shared resolve.

"Gojo," Megumi blurted.

"He will be charged for everything," Nanami added with spite.

Epilogue

"You just love those kids, don't you, Kento?"

That night, when both of you were ready for sleep, Nanami had one hand caressing your still growing belly, and you teased him with a chuckle.

"Huh?" your husband looked at you in mild confusion as he stopped stroking you. "What do you mean?"

You giggled again. "You said to put it on Gojo's name, but in the end, you were the one who covered the damages first."

Nanami huffed lightly. "That's because I can't get the kids in trouble. But mark my words, I'll make sure Gojo pays up later, by force if I need to." He made a face when he remembered just what a massive bill it was. "That's too much money to be spent carelessly. We have our child and our future to consider."

"You're always like that," you sighed fondly, taking his hand and placing it back to the swell of your belly. "Always on the first line of defense for the students." Your smile widened. "It makes me think... just how lucky our kid will be with you as their father."

"On the contrary, I'm counting my blessings that they'll have someone as soft as you for their mother," your husband retorted with a smile, kissing your temple. And your heart melted into a puddle by his affectionate gesture.

"That's too sweet... ah, yeah," suddenly, you were reminded of a critical thing. “Kento, have you ever considered telling everyone else that we're married? At least to people at school?”

Nanami always wanted privacy for safety reasons most of the time, and you understood that, but seeing that Gojo and the first years knew already, you thought it might be the best time to let everyone know.

"I honestly don’t see the need to, why?"

"People like Gojo are confused—"

Your husband rolled his eyes then. "Don’t worry, dear. People like Gojo exist to spread the word so we don't have to."

[lanafofana]

*pre act 1, somewhere in the outerplanes or whatever* gods: what the hells are the dead 3 doing now?? what is that?? a netherbrain?? ugh right then, what are we gonna do about it shar: i have a plan SO EVIL AND PERFECT and a chosen locked and loaded she's already on her way to retrieve that stupid githyanki prince and then im going to fucking destroy that asshole ketheric

mystra: bitch please the only one around here with a shiny red fix it button is me. when i tell you my former chosen is obsessed with me. no way will he deny me, all i gotta do is ask and he'll detonate the problem in one go. ace in the hole.

Jergal [a big fan of the avengers]: i have a plan to bring together a group of of remarkable people to see if they could become something more. To see if they could work together when we need them to, to fight the battles that we never could.

gods: ugh shut the hell up jergal this is basically your fault

Jergal: im stealing all your feral chosen and you can't stop me

silvanus: would you like a bear in this trying time?

[illou-sainte]

Dr. Zayne's treatment

pairings: husband!zayne x wife!reader

cw: lactation kink, based on this ask

Aren't you lucky to have a doctor as a husband? You get free 'special treatment' anytime.

As a first-time family, you're bound to face struggles. Adjusting to this new lifestyle together, now that you have a baby, hasn't been easy. One of the challenges you're currently facing is difficulty producing milk for your baby, despite trying various methods with Zayne's help.

Even using a pumping machine didn't work, which worries you and stresses you out even more since your newborn cries a lot when not fed with milk. Although you've tried baby milk formulas, there are still times when she refuses to drink them, always wanting it straight from her mommy.

Zayne is determined to find a solution for this problem.

Soft whimpers and moans could be heard coming from the shared bedroom. You hadn't expected that the "solution" Zayne was talking about would be like this. The strap of your nightgown slipped from your shoulders, revealing your plump tits.

You couldn't recall how long your husband had been latched onto your tits---his hot tongue swirling around your perked nipple as his hand massaged your other tit.

"H-honey- ngh-...I think..." You muttered, your face flushed as you tried to push him away from latching onto your breast too much, but he wouldn't budge.

"I'm...leaking- ah-!" His thumb pinched your perked nipple, then rubbed it as he felt a watery substance coming out. Milk. You were a squirming mess, even with much freedom to move around to stop him---you can't help but let him be.

Your plushed thighs were placed on the side of his waist as you sat on his lap, hands holding his shoulders for balance. You pursed your lips, trying to muffle your soft moans while he continued sucking your leaking tits like a hungry man.

Your hand ran through the back of his hair while he buried his face against your plump tits. You were finally leaking milk, but it seemed like he was enjoying the savor of the sweetness hitting his hot tongue. "T-too much--.." You could tell that Zayne was holding nothing back---he wasn't even denying it, the way you could literally feel him getting hard under you.

His bulge formed against his pajamas, hitting your clothed pussy---making you whimper and tried to move away from his budge but his strong arm was quick to wrap around your waist as he pushed you back tightly. You gulped as you noticed the lenses of his glasses got foggy and tilted down his nose as he remained eye contact with you while sucking your tits shamelessly.

You couldn't help but groan in response at the sight of your husband. The heat rose between the two of you, making you both getting sweaty.

Your body twitched---you were helpless, feeling aroused as your poor pussy started getting wet from just having your tits sucked on. You cupped his cheeks and pushed him away---he finally stopped and pulled away, a sound of 'pop' coming out as he latched off your poor tit. Saliva connected his lips to your perked nipple, which leaked milk.

You grunted as you saw his saliva mixing with your leaked milk over your plump breasts. Zayne formed a small pout as he furrowed his brows---he didn't like being interrupted. Not when he's sucking your tit like a starfish attached.

"Leave some for the baby, honey..." You scolded him, wiping the excess milk dripping from the side of his lips with your thumb. His arms wrapped around your waist as he continued to look at you with his face when he's not satisfied enough.

Strands of your hair fell down gracefully to your forehead as you prepared to scold him further but got backfired. "H-honey- ah-!" He pushed you down onto the bed, your back laid against it as your eyes widened in surprise. Zayne was quick to pin both your wrists above your head with his hand.

His head was positioned at your milk-leaking tits, you could feel his hot breath hitting your skin, making your breathing hitch. He let out a soft pant while his foggy glasses fell onto your tits, making your body twitch as it fell to the side.

His hand reached out to pull the chain of the lamp, the only source of light in your dark shared room.

"Zayne-"

"I'm not done yet, mommy."

Click.

Mommy treatment is yummy.

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[sevikasbooyahh]

𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐇𝐂'𝐬

Just random random headcannons about my wife <3

She makes lots of noises; grunts, sighs, groans. It’s basically a language that only you can understand at this point.

“Hmph,” she grunted with her usual grumpy expression. “You want cuddles?” She nods her head in response.

Snores but denies it. It’s like when you’re sharing a hotel room with your family and your dad’s snoring keeps you awake; staring at the ceiling. You’ve told her multiple times but she just doesn’t believe it.

“You kept me awake all night,” you said in disbelief as your utterly exhausted eyes met hers. “Uh-huh, how? Do NOT say because I was snoring.””You were snoring.”

But in all seriousness, she started sleeping on her side—the snoring was due to her sleeping on her back.

Doesn’t care for public affection, not that she won’t slip her arm around your waist or have her hand on your thigh once in a while—but it isn’t often.

(Saw someone else say this)—absolutely loves dad jokes. She won’t laugh at anything else but dad jokes.

“Hey babe,” you slid next to her on the couch. “Hm?””What days are the strongest?“ you asked. “I don’t know,” she shrugged. “Saturday and Sunday,” you started to smile. “Why?” She was slightly curious. “‘Cause the rest are weekdays,” she couldn’t even hold it before she burst out laughing.

Takes her mechanical arm off before she goes to bed because she doesn’t wanna hurt you.

Tough with everyone else but you, Jinx and Isha (they’re alive and well).

Isha made a cheerful noise as she raised her tea cup. Sevika sat across from her, hunched over the small table, teacup in hand. She pretended to drink from it, “Mm, nice.”

Perfers actions over words—for example, her version of an apology is by doing more of what she should’ve done in the past. If she wasn’t spending much time with you before, she’d immediately take it upon herself to fix her schedule.

VERY protective, especially when you’re at The Last Drop, nothing escapes her vision.

Once, this guy attempted to flirt with you but before he could get a word out, he was immediately met with a deadly glare from her. She pulled you closer towards her with a raised eyebrow, “You got something to say?” That sent him babbling in fear, “Uh-no, no, of course not!—“”Get out of my sight.”

Claims she’s not an animal person but will come home with a kitten she found on the street.

“It wouldn’t stop following me,” she said while avoiding eye contact with you. You knew she was lying.

Sometimes when she comes back from work she’ll just collapse on the couch. She’s a busy woman, alright?

Jinx cut her hair then made fun of her afterwards.

Jinx cackled after she looked at the final product, “Sweetcheeks ain’t gonna love you now, are they?” The older woman simply grumbled under breath, “You’re the one who cut it.””Yeah and I made it ugly on purpose.”

You ended up loving her hair anyway.

Secretly likes when you lay on top of her; loves seeing how comfortable you are

She’s always warm; your personal heater

Somehow gives the best hugs—bear hugs, but is so awkward with it

Takes the longest showers known to mankind; once she gets in, be prepared to wait about an hour. Meanwhile, half the time it’s just her staring at the wall.

Will let Isha climb her on rare occasions; sometimes the girl gets insanely hyper and is moving all over the place.

Says she’s “not fond of kids” but has a soft spot for them.

A little boy with blue-dyed hair walked up to her while she was outside one day. “H-hi, can you please sign this?” He asked in a soft-spoken manner, showing a drawing, offered with a crayon. She didn’t respond but took the paper and signed her name on the back. Internally, she was in disbelief that this boy looked up to her in some way. “Thank you!” He gave a big smile before running back to his group of friends, happily showing them the signature. A twitch edged at the end of her mouth.

[goatgoesmbe]

When you're divorced to Price, you're not divorced to the team

Johnny still tried and invite you to everything they're doing, whether it is some kind of celebration or simple hangout.

And you felt rude to deny it, just because you're divorced.. doesn't mean you should stop having mutual friends with your ex-husband right?

Kyle still texted you from time to time, asking if you baked anything today. Making not so subtle hints of him- and the others, missing your baking.

Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw John walking past the door. You didn't know why, but you did save one cupcake. So as the others were occupied, you snuck away to put it on his desk.

So you visited their base, carrying a box of cupcakes in the rec room as you watched them demolish your work- oh god the cupcake wrap isn't edible Johnny.

And Simon?

Well.. before you were divorced, John used to make him keep an eye on you since he was too busy with work. Being your guard dog when you hang out around the base, or to take care of stuff if you have any trouble at home.

Like right now.

"Simon, i'm so, sorry about this- i already called a plumber and for some reason they canceled last minute, and I just can't wait another day to get it fixed-" You rambled as you watched him look at what's wrong with your washing machine, days worth of laundry piling up near it.

"It's alright" He simply responded. "Don't bother calling them next time, you have me" he added.

Then there's Laswell.

You've always got along so well with her, so it wasn't a surprise when she invited you to a ceremony where she would renew her vow with her wife.

It's been a while since you doll up properly and wear a dress. But you try to not feel self-conscious as you stepped out of your car. You didn't want to give your ex-husband the satisfaction. You wanted to look fine, more than fine, like the divorce didn't affect you.

It was easier said than done with the way you could feel his eyes from across the room as you tried to ignore him and focus on your conversation with Kate and her wife.

Goddamn, can he stop that, he's really making you nervous.

Sighing, you took a sip of a champagne that was served. Maybe the alcohol would help.

...

You woke up with a throbbing headache and turned your head to groan at the fluffy pillow. Fuck, you drank too much.

Opening your eyes slowly, you blinked when you saw a figure lying beside you.

John.

John?!

Your head throbbed even more when you sat up too fast. Looking under the blanket, you sighed when you see that you're clothed at least. Even though it wasn't the dress you wore last night.

Sighing, your gaze shifted to the man beside you and took in the scene that was too familiar to you once upon a time.

Against your better judgement, you laid back down. And for some reason, you didn't move away when a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist.

Why did you divorce him again?