#i even cried when he got all that restaurant shit down
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Just watched season 2 episode 7 and uh Richie is a comfort character now
#the bear#angie watches the bear#out of all the characters my money was never on him#like marcus? sure sweetie pie#tina? yes she cares for everyone there#fak? hell yeah he makes me laugh#but fucking richie? that surprised#i even cried when he got all that restaurant shit down#like yes richie you are useful and smart don't let anyone tell you otherwise#richie jerimovich
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F*CK ME LIKE YOU MAD AT ME BABY!!
pairings (separate) ŕ¨ŕ§ : toji fushiguro x reader, gojo satoru x reader, choso kamo x reader, suguru geto x reader
contains ŕ¨ŕ§ : adult content (mdni), piv penetration, jealous/angry s*x, face sitting, c*nnilingus, overstim, car sex, squ*rting, edging, oral s*x (giving and receiving), pet names
a/n ŕ¨ŕ§ : i might make a part 2 w/ sukuna, higuruma, nanami and shoko (or others), but it depends on how well this does!! not proofread btw, i posted this while half asleep đ
in honor of me hitting 300+!!
toji fushiguroââ
âfuck did i tell you about hanginâ out with thatâ bastard?â toji emphasizes each of his words with a snap of his hips. deep, merciless strokes into that, slick, puffy cunt of yours.
it was tired, tired from all the abuse it had taken. toji managed to pull three��� no, four orgasms out of you in the span of an hour.
impossible for some. but toji? never that. he knew you like the back of his hand.
which is exactly how he knew youâd be so gullible, so naive, towards your conniving coworker.
of course you didnât notice when heâd take glances at your tits as they restrained in your uniform. of course, when he offered to take you out to restaurants, you thought of it as âstrictly businessâ.
but of course, thats what toji was here forâ to keep you in check.
âim, haahâ mâsorry tojii!!â you choked out a pathetic sob, trying your best to find common ground with the man. this torture had gone on for.. god knows how long. your brain was too fuzzy to even attempt to recall what time it was.
âsorry, my ass. shouldaâ been sorry a long time ago, mama. sâtoo late for all that now..â he grunted in reply, still continuing the ungodly pace he was going at.
jackhammering himself into you at this pointâ his full, aching balls slapping against your wetness.
he had your back archedâ face up, ass down, hands tied behind your back, bobbing up and down with each mean thrust. red marks ingrained into the fat of your hips from the way he hooked his nails into them, making sure youâd be unable to run from him.
and it wasnât just your hips that were marked, oh no. the crook of your neck, just along your collarbone, the inner and outer regions of your plush thighs. toji made sure to mark you up real nice and good.
âif you were really sorry,â he continued. âyou wouldâve stopped fuckinâ talking to that asshole months ago. then he woulda never thought it wasâ shit, be so handsy witâ yaâ.â
as toji replayed the scene in his head, his strokes were even sharper, practically burying you into the mattress at this point. he remembered picking you up from work, in your blouse and short pencil skirt that rode up your ass.
your coworker stopped you before leaving though, exchanging a quick goodbye, and a âsimple hug.â atleast thats what you called it.
but having his hands around your waist, slowly inching towards the hem of your skirt was anything but simple.
��toji, pleaseâ mâ really sorry! didnât know..â you almost incoherently babbled out. the way his cock repeatedly pummeled its way against your sweet spot, it had you dumb. stupid, even.
âyaâ never fuckinâ know, huh? poor thing..gotta protect you from these men out here, yeah? need me by your side at all times?â he cooed sarcastically as you frantically nodded in reply.
âneed you, daddy. n-need you to protect meââ
toji chuckled darkly, almost feeling bad from how pathetic you looked, how pathetic you sounded. the way your eyes rolled back as he hit your g-spot over and over, or the helpless cries that left your mouth as he did so.
âgood. nâ thats how it needs to stay, mama.â
satoru gojoââ
satoru couldnât wait. he physically could not wait until he got home. no no, he needed you now.
his hands were engulfed in your hair, grabbing a plentiful handful as he bobbed your head up and down, soft groans of pleasure emitting from his parted lips.
âyou thought that shit you pulled today was funny, yeah? messy fuckinâ girl.â
gojo had a meeting earlier with the higher-ups, discussing training for his students. you were practically on your knees, begging to tag along. after some consideration, he obliged (of course)âafter all, whoâs he to deny his favorite girl?
unfortunately for you, the meeting was more boring than you thought. listening to their voices drone on for what felt like eternities made your head ache.
unfortunately for satoru though, you let boredom get to the best of you.
he looked so damn attractive next to you, so professionalâ like his whole demeanor changed. your mind couldnât help but wander elsewhere. your hands couldnât help but wander either, as they discreetly drifted to the middle of his lap.
gojo let out a soft groan as you began palming him through his slacks, but was quick to conceal it with a cough. he tried desperately not to react too visibly, but it was becoming increasingly tormenting with each passing moment.
finally, after what felt like an eternity for both of you (though likely only seconds), satoru couldn't contain himself any longerâ interrupting the meeting abruptly by announcing that you both needed to leave early due "to personal matters." with that excuse out of the way, he dragged you out before anyone could question the sudden departure.
to be quite frank, it was hilarious. well, in your eyes atleast. for satoru�
ah, not so much.
mascara ran down your cheeks, tears welling upâblurring your vision as you felt the tip of his cock hit your uvula over and over. you could feel it throbbing angrily in your mouth as your tongue slobbed around the base.
gojo continued thrusting his hips back and forth into your mouth, holding onto your hair tightly. looking up, you could see his eyes rolling to the back of his head, milky strands of hair sticking to his sweaty forehead.
even in his state, he still looked so dreamy.
satoru held you down, forcing you onto his base, your nose brushing against his well-kept happy trail. you choked, strings of drool pooling effortlessly down his cock. he let out a deep, throaty moan that seemed to reverberate inside the car. your mouth was so warm, so welcoming.
gojos thrusts intensified as he continued to recklessly pound himself into your slack jaw, the salty taste of his precum dribbling onto your tongue. he was close to cummingâ you both knew it.
his movements became more shaky and jagged, sloppily going in and out of your mouth before stopping. before you knew it, sweet yet salty ropes of his essence painted the back of your throatâ making you instinctively swallow. satoru quickly pulled out, resting his bare cock on your face as he felt another load arising.
and it did, painting your pretty face with his sticky, pearlescent seed.
gojo looked at the sight beneath him, cursing underneath his breath as he admired how good you looked. even covered in his cum, even with your hair all disheveled, you still looked amazing.
âa-acting out to get what you wantâ tsk, what a brat.â he teased, still recovering from his orgasm. typical gojo, even in his weakest moments, he never lost his charm nor attitude.
âwell it worked, didnât it?â you retorted, a sly smirk playing on your lips.
âi- uh. . . no comment.â
kamo chosoââ
choso was never the type to take his anger out on his loved ones, especially you.
the half curse, half human wasnât unfamiliar with the feelings of anger and jealousy, although he never experienced the writhing feeling first hand.
but of course, thereâs always a first time for everything.
âmine, mine, mineââ choso whined, a series of breathless moans following soon after as he shamelessly pummeled into you. he had you in a nasty mating press as you lay flat on the bed, legs damn near reaching your ears.
âyouâre my girlfriend, no one elseâs. . . especially notâ hngh, his.â
your male friend, who obviously had the hots for you. choso was baffled you couldnât tell, as his flirtatious remarks and actions werenât even that subtle.
the way heâd compliment your outfits, blatantly staring at your chestâ especially when you wore lower cut tops. or when heâd ogle at your curves, licking his lips as his eyes rode up your thighs.
or like today, when he suggested you leave your boyfriend for him. now that, was chosoâs last straw.
"you really shouuuld, ya know?" he slurred into your ear, clearly intoxicated from the drinks you both were sipping on. choso was just a few feet away in the living area, engrossed in some show he was watching. but his eyes flicked over to you occasionally, as he kept an eye on the situation.
"i mean, why are you even with him?" your friend continued, his voice a loud whisper, clearly thinking he was discreet. "you deserve someone who really appreciates you. someone like... me."
choso was enragedâhe undeniably heard every word. someone who really appreciates you? the nerve.
standing up, he approached you two, shooting daggers into your friends wicked expression as he wrapped his muscular arm around your waist.
but that cockiness soon faltered after noticing your boyfriends deadly glare. your male friend started pathetically apologizing, claiming it was a âjoke.â
but even choso knows that drunk words are sober thoughts.
âf-fuuck, âchoâŚhe, aahâ didnt mean it!â
âdont c-careâŚâ he grunted, low and rough. his jagged, uncontrolled, breaths tickled against your skin as he nuzzled his way into the crook of your neck. âi appreciate you more than he, nngh, ever w-will.â
you let out a soft moan, his words shooting shivers down your spine. choso was never like thisâ so possessive. but whoâs to say you were complaining?
he continued ravishing into you, so carnallyâ the feeling of being so completely claimed by him was both exhilarating and terrifying.
but damn, it turned you on like nothing else.
his pants echoed in your ears as he picked up speed, his body moving against yours in perfect rhythm, the sound of his thighs slamming against your own. any thoughts you had, fled from your mind except for the sensation of his cock bottoming out inside you and the way he took control of both your body and mind.
as the intensity built, you could feel yourself getting closer to you peak. you didn't want it to end, but you also knew that when it did, the pure feeling alone would be delectable.
âchosoâ mâgonna, f-fuck! mmâgonna cumm~!â you blubbered out, your eyes starting to pool. with those words, he picked up his pace even moreâ delving deeper inside of you. just as you were about to let go and give in, adrenaline coursing through your veins, choso objected.
"n-not yet,â he denied. âmâ not done with you yet."
geto suguruââ
âsâtoo much, sugâ!â you sobbed loudly as getoâs tongue danced around your clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.
you squirmed and writhed on suguru's face, your hips grinding against his mouth as he expertly teased your clit with his tongue. you couldn't believe how good it felt, how skilled he was at his craft.
"suguru..." you panted, gripping the headboard tightly as yet another wave of pleasure hit you like a semi-truck. "mâsorry, please. i-i didnât mean itâŚâ
suguru chuckled softly against your sensitive flesh, his expression twisting into a devilish grin. "oh?" he teased, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "didnât mean what? i canât quite recall what it was."
he knew exactly what you were implying. yet, he was teasingâ because the both of you knew what you said earlier contradicted this current state you were in now.
you bit your lip, feeling a warm blush creep up on your cheeks at the memory of what had come out of your mouth during the heat of the moment. "..âsaid that you n-never make me cum," you mumbled sheepishly.
geto paused for a moment before resuming his ministrations with renewed vigor, causing yet another surge of pleasure to ripple through your body. "is that so? hm⌠iâve never made you cum?" he asked mockingly, his voice full of amusement. âwell sheâs tellinâ me otherwise baby.â
he was referring to your cunt. the way âsheâ squelched as suguru slid his slender fingers in with ease, coated from your own slick mixed with his saliva.
the way he curled those digits inside of you, hitting that sweet spot that made your back arch and moans escape from between parted lips even as they were pressed against his face.
as his fingers continued to stroke your inner walls, searching for that perfect spot that would send you over the edge, his other hand reached up to play with one of your nipples.
the combination of the two was enough to make your head spin and your body shudder with anticipation. "s-suguru..." you whimpered out between gasps for air. "please... don't stop..."
his only response was a low rumble from deep within his chestâvibrating against your cunt as he swirled his tongue around your clit once again before finally taking it into his mouth completely, plunging two fingers deep inside of you.
a sharp hiss escaped from between your clenched teeth, followed by a subdued cry as suguru circled inside of you. he smirked, watching eagerly as your facial expression twisted lewdly with each nasty ministration. he was such a tease.
it felt as though your very being was on the verge of exploding. every nerve ending screamed for release, begging to be set free from this torment. the tension coiled tightly within you, threatening to snap at any moment and send waves of ecstasy crashing over your body.
you could feel it coming closer nowâ that inevitable peak where all sensations would converge into one, resulting in a mind-blowing orgasm. your heart raced, pounding against your chest like a drum signaling an approaching storm. sweat trickled down between your breasts and pooled at the small of your back as you arched further into suguru's touch.
but as quick as the pleasure built to a crescendo, it ended just as fast.
geto pulled his mouth away suddenly, grinning up at you from his spot between your legs, eyes sparkling with mischief. "since you said i never make you cum," he teased, his fingers curling inside of you in a way that threatened to push you over the edge yet again.
"iâm sure someone else will be able to help alleviate that little problem of yours." and with those words, he rose from his place underneath your figure. your legs being shaky, unstable, gave out beneath you, making you plop onto the mattress.
as geto sauntered towards the door with a smug smile on his face, he turned back to give one last taunt. âdont worry," he said with an air of false concern. "it shouldnât be too hard finding someone that makes you cum as hard as i do."
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Sevika's reaction to her girlfriend cumming untouched from eating her out AAAAA pulling out my hair bangin on the walls I'm so normal for her I have nothing else to say I'm just vibrating at unimaginable speeds
fuuuckk thank u - been watching the bear so in keeping with that â we have chef!sevika
angst, fluff, smut, degradation, dom!sevika, oral (sevika receiving) after care, drugs (weed).
being a chef at one of piltoverâs five star restaurants could kill sevika. sure she was strong physically, and she could hide her pain, but in the kitchen she was vulnerable. in the kitchen she was young again, clinging to her motherâs legs as she baked this thing or the other.
so when the head chef had told her that she had disappointed him with her fucking choux? to say she was devastated was an understatement. how did she fuck up a pastry sheâs been making since she started culinary school almost a decade ago.
he went in on her, about her ethic â âyou gave yourself too much to do again, you do not delegate and that does not work in our kitchenâs brigade.â
jesus christ he was worse than usual today. she tried to focus on folding in her pastry, thinking about; the eggs she had going low over vinegar, the last meal review â there were bones in a bake and she had shit on jinx for overlooking something so simple. and yet here she was, fucking up a choux. she could feel bile in her throat.
âYes, chef,â sevika replied, restarting her batter and taking a deep breath,
âand when was the last time you did quick checks?â
âtwenty three minutes go, chef,â
âfor this event? for brunch sevika are you incompetent now?â he asks slamming his hand down on the hard metal of her island, âdo you not know how quickly breakfast foods go? you need checks every ten chef,â
âyes, chef,â
âbut here you are doing a choux a second time, something so simple you could do it asleep,â
âsorry chef,â sevika says, she couldnât explain herself even if she wanted to. there was no conversation with silco â he talks and sevika listens, learns and adapts.
âweâre wasting piltover resources on undercity scum for charity we do not pay for fucking incompetence,â silco says so loudly the kitchen goes quiet for a moment. sevika canât hear or see anything anymore. canât hear silco asking her how she got into this industry, why she thought she was good enough. told her that she would never be good enough.
âare you fucking mute?â silco asks.
âno chef,â sevika says void of emotion.
âthey chose you, despite my protestations. yes you are creative - but you have no work ethicâ chef silco rounds her station,
âIâll do better chef,â sevika says starting to pipe her choux, these were perfect.
âand here you are, disappointing me, as expected. but what do I know, right?â
there are people glancing nervously, they liked sevika, they were a family when silco wasnât around and spent months trying to convince her that they loved her, regardless of where she came from which was âpretty fucking coolâ according to them. they had finally started to get her to believe that she wasnât a good chef she was great, one of the best â all that work undone in a moment.
sevika spent hours after her shift fucking up the punching bag at the gym, by the time sheâs home â sheâd cried for over an hour in the gym shower and now she was kind of just pissed. she didnât want to feel small or afraid. she was a good chef â inside she knew that. she made a mistake and she couldnât afford any inconsistency, it gave her heart palpitations. she wanted to be respected, revered, praised and when she enters your shared home she knows youâll give yourself over to her in that way, you always do.
when she crawls into your bed, you put down your book and start to scratch through her damp hair and kiss her forehead, you can tell from the look on her face. âbad day?â you ask gently as she pulls you over her lap to straddle her lap. she rubs her hands over your thighs, grunting when you roll your hips and she smacks your ass. youâre stunning, sitting above her in her sweater, itâs falling off your shoulder and she feels your neck is too clean so she sits up to lick and kiss and suck on your neck so she can hear your pretty moans.
âpromise, Iâll make it better,â you yelp and your breath hitches when she smacks your ass. you pull her face toward hers and kiss her feverently, licking into her mouth and moaning as she sucks on your tongue.
she pants into your mouth, her arms around her, guiding you to grind down on her. kisses you, her lips tasting and biting and sucking yours.
âget on your knees for me baby,â sevika pants, watching you kneel between her legs, moaning when you arch your back. you bend down so youâre nuzzling her mound, your ass on display for her. and sheâs got a wet spot on her boxers, âyeah,â sev moans â âboxers offâ she pants as you kiss her through her underwear, instead - teasing sucking and moaning around her clit.
âget them off, now sweetpea or you wonât cum for a week,â sevika nods âgood girl,â when you scramble your remove her underwear and she whimpers when you face her cunt, warm and leaking as your dip your fingers through her lips, the soft hair of her mound against your cheek.
âplease,â you gasp out, near burying your face between her legs but tittering on the edge - waiting for permission.
âI donât know if you deserve it,â she tuts, a hand in your hair, tugging gently and keeping your head away from her pussy â all she wants it so suffocate you with her cunt but god did she love to hear you beg. âtell me you want me, beg to eat me out,â
âwant to make you feel good sevika, please I need it, makes me feel good tasting you,â
âfuck youâre pathetic, so needy for my cunt arenât you,â
you moans and kiss and suck her inner thighs,
âneed to see you cum. please you take such good care of me â of everything, want you to feel good,â you whimper as sevika whispers out praise, âwhat a pretty slut I have â so needy just to get me off.â
sevika guides your face towards her cunt and â âcome on be a good, dumb little fuck toy and eat my pussy baby,â you whine, your hips sharply meeting the bed, your body going weak as you taste her. her soft, wet pussy lips rubbing on your cheeks as you lick into her, going to suck on her clit after running your tongue up and down her slit, tasting her sweet and tart cunt.
âgod, yeah good â jus like that,â sheâs already on edge, so pent up, her back is tightening when you moan around her, she looks down and sees that youâre rutting against the bed, grinding on the sheets between your thighs as you eat her. âfuck, so riled up huh? you need this as much as I do - donât you honey? yeah, christ just like that,â she groans when you dip your tongue into her leaking hole.
âfuck youâre such a slut, getting off on making me feel good â so needy for me,â she moans, cupping the back of your head and holding you to her as you start to suck and roll your tongue against the underside of her clit. âfuck lemme - let me fuck y-your face just a little baby,â she huffs âstick your tongue out for me, wanna use your mouth just a little,â sevika moans loudly as you whimper around her clit and she starts to buck her hips against your face.
sevika groans, her hips near lifting off the bed as she grips your head and guides your mouth, bobbing your head as you suck on her clit, moaning at the sounds of you slurping at her, whimpering against her.
âso good baby,â sevika moans âso good letting me use you like this, my perfect girl,â she whimpers you shift up a little bit, her thighs resting on your shoulders. you twitch, your thighs twisting together as you salivate on her pussy, pulling her close the feeling of the soft sheets on your clit, your lacy panties rubbing your swollen nub. your head is dizzy, her taste leaking into your mouth you swallow gratefully and moan, your hips twitching.
âoh my god, loot at you, actually fucking getting off, shit baby, youâre the prettiest slut Iâm so lucky to have you,â she moans and you whine your nails biting into her thighs, you look up at sevika meeting her hooded eyes, âI love you baby,â she moans and your eyes roll back in your head as you cum.
seeing you cum all from eating her out, the feeling your you licking and sucking her cunt, your tongue rolling against her as she controls your movements, controls your pleasure. fuck, sheâs cumming â holding your head in place sheâs riding your face, hot white pleasure warming her body.
âf-fingers, fingers!â she whines when you sink two fingers into her and curl until youâre rubbing the perfect spot, fucking into her until sheâs squirting, wetting your face and leaking down onto the sheets, youâre moaning and sucking at her clit and drinking all her pussy offers until sheâs pushing your head away from oversensitivity, moaning when you resist her and keep fucking your fingers into her, sucking gently on her clit.
âfucking brat, shit, mmâgonna â keep -â sheâs fucking drunk on pleasure, her hands solely resting on your head as you fuck her into another orgasm.
when she comes down and you let off her clit, gently slipping your fingers from her and crawling up to have her bury her head between your tits and brush her hair away from her face.
âfuck thank you,â she sighs, pulling you in close and wrapping her arms around you, âI love taking care of you vika,â you say, kissing her face with sticky lips and then kissing her mouth.
âneed to clean you up, maybe we take a bath and you can tell me about today?â you ask gently and sevika nods, you run the bath and fetch her when the water is hot and soapy. she can feel her muscles relax, smell the lavender and eucalyptus essential oils and,
âdid you put the cbd oils in here?â she asks and you slide in, getting between her thighs - your legs on either side of her hips.
âyes, and I brought a joint,â you say as if itâs obvious, she smiles and kisses you, and puffs on it,
âI fucking hate silco,â she groans and fills to air around you with her exhale,
âIâm gonna kill him,â you say, âhe terrorises you,â
âtoday i fucked up a choux and he called me undercity scum,â she sighs, she can only laugh about it now, but youâre enraged.
âwhat the fuck?â you say, trying to stand but sevika tugs you down by your arm, âno, Iâm calling the resturant he canât talk to you like that,â you say, âyouâre not scum, youâre the best person I know,â you say sternly and sevika smiles at your protective nature.
âI know, because you remind me every day,â she pulls you closer and stuff the joint head in your mouth, âthere, pacify yourself, Iâm fine,â she grunts and kisses your cheek.
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~The Rally Driver~
Warnings: A bit of swearing. Death. Guns.
Synopsis: You and the 141 get in a car chase. You're the driver.
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You rarely had a mission in the heart of a city. But there you were, in the heart of London hauling ass down a street, the boys hot on your heels. You all tuckered yourself around an alleyway hiding from the array of bullets.Â
âThis is a shit show,â Price grunted as he checked the nick on his arm.Â
âYeah no shit,â you chuckled nervously, going to reload only to find you were out of ammo.Â
âI'm out,â As you chucked the empty magazine to the side, your head snapped up at the sound it made. Your eyes took in what you assumed was a car under a fancy-looking tarp.Â
âHold on, I've got an idea,â you announced. The boys barely spared you a glance as you walked up to the car, yanking the cover off. A low, impressed whistle left your lips as you took it in. A 1969 Dodge Charger painted in a sexy navy black sat in front of you. You almost cried as you slammed your elbow into the window, smashing it. Slipping in, you worked a little magic. (Stabbing a small knife into the ignition and turning it). The engin roared to life, gathering the boy's attention.
âGet in bitches!â You called excitedly. Quickly, they piled into the car. Simon in the passenger seat, Price, Gaz and Jonny in the back, left to right in the respective order.
"Seatbelts on," you called.
"Nows not really the time to be worrin about taht love," Jonny chuckled.
"Seat belts save lives. Put them on or I'm turning this car around," you threatened.
"Were not even moving," Jonny grumbled but they all obeyed. As soon as you heard all four clicks you took off. You slammed the gear stick forward and put the pedal to the metal. You gave all the boys whiplash as you tore out of the alleyway.Â
âShe's got a bit more of kick then I though,â you chuckled excitedly, ignoring the boy's desperate need to get there seat belts on. Guessing your position in the car the enemies got off a few shots, the glass from the rear window shattering and running down upon you all. You shoot through the gears, zooming down the street. Gaz let out a strangled scream as his body was pushed into the back of the seat. Now the streets of London weren't necessarily long, they were a maze of old and new architecture. Which meant there were a lot of sharp turns. With expertise you skidded, turned and slipped around every corner with ease, rarely losing the speed you were building up.Â
âYou're crazy!â Jonny yelled.
âDon't worry, crazy people can still drive,â you shoot back. As the group held on for their life, you couldn't help but smile at the thrill driving gave you.Â
âPEOPLE! PEOPLE! PEOPLE!â Price yelled, pointing to the group of drunken club goers crossing the street.
âDont fucken back seat drive. I can see themâ you yelled, swinging the car to the side, missing the group, and using the sidewalk as your new road. You took a sharp intake of breath when you saw the restaurant that had seating set up on said sidewalk. The road next to you was filled with cars so you couldn't move. You slammed your hand down on the horn, the few occupants quick to scramble out of the way as they saw the car barreling maliciously towards them. The car plowed through the seat tables and food. Simon stared at you as you casually flicked the wipers on, cleaning the window from the wine and food.
âOh that smells lovely. We should get dinner there next time,â you suggested casually as you returned the car to the actual road.Â
âTRUCK!â Simon yelled as he spotted a truck pulling out of an alleyway. Jerking your hand break up, you turned quickly, slowing just enough for the corner of the truck to scrape along the driver's side of the car. The screeching sound of metal on metal filled your ears as the side mirror disappeared in the near miss.Â
âThat didn't sound good,â you mumbled, hanging half out of the window to look at the damage.
âGET INSIDE THE FUCKEN CAR!â Gaz yelled.
âAlright, I think everyone just needs to calm down,â you said gently, turning around to face the panicked passengers. As you did so she caught the look of a certain pissed of enemies pursuing you in another car.Â
âKEEP YOUR EYES ON THE ROAD!â Simon yelled. He looked hilarious, propping his large body the best he could in the corner of the seat. âHey don't tell me how to drive. Why don't you be useful and use your little toy on our little friendsâ you asked slowly turning back to the front to return to driving. The boys turned round, spotting your pursuers. Simon threw half his body out the window as he started to fire, and they fired right back. The rest of the boys quickly joined Simon's efforts.Â
âDoes anyone have a map?â you asked casually through the gun fire. Simon cursed as his gun ran out of bullets.Â
âNo, we don't have a fucken map,â Ghost growled as he slipped back into his seat, throwing the gun down. Coming to a roundabout you smoothly drifted the car round Gaz struggling to understand the physics of a car driving sideways.
âShould you even be driving?â Gaz yelled. He had given up returning fire and handed his gun to Jonny. He was much more focused on the danger in the car.Â
âI don't think so. You know I think there should be a law that if you fail your driving test ten times, then you shouldn't ever get one,â you chuckled, half jokingly.
âYOU FAILED YOUR DRIVING TEST TEN TIMES!?â Gaz screamed just about to pass out from the fear. âOf course not,â you reached back, patting his knee comfortingly.
âIt was more like eighteen,â you stated.Â
âOh lord help me,â he whispered. The boys grinned at the interaction.
âI'm out,â Price announced. Jonny got off a few more shots before repeating his words. The poor night inhabitants of the town were plunged into confusion at the cars that drove through there streets like rally drivers. A rally driver would be the only way the boys could describe your driving. It scared them shitless. But they had to admit, you were good, really good. You were quickly forming distance with the other car. Ghost reached across you where you usually held your gun.
âLieutenant, so forward?â you chuckled.Â
âGun,â the simple word was meant to explain what he was doing.Â
âSafe word?â you asked teasingly, making him look up at you with a small glare. A glare that momentarily faltered due to your close proximity. He hated to admit it, but his body flushed in attraction. You pose having one hand on the wheel, the other on the gear stick and the annoying smirk sent his heart racing. You chuckled at what you assumed was an are you serious look. You grabbed his hand and moved it to your lower back, sliding it down to meet the gun you had tucked into the back of your pants. Clearing his throat, he pulled the gun free, returning to the window, firing another shoot.Â
âDrive straight!â he yelled struggling to keep his balance.
âYou shoot straight,â you shoot back but tried your best to steady the car. Steady enough for him to land a hit dead center in the driver's head. To your shock, the passenger kicked the man's body out the door and continued driving.
âShit,â he hissed, firing off more shots failing to see the fast approaching wall. You did, however. Reaching out, you grabbed onto the first thing your hand landed on. Which just so happened to be his belt buckle. Yanking him back into the car, he narrowly missed decapitation. His eyes snapped down to the grip you had on his belt, your hand pulling the material taunt.
âClose one, lieutenant,â you spared a grin at him, releasing his belt buckle. Simon was surprised, yet not entirely against it. Dare he say, even slightly aroused?Â
âThis place is like a maze,â you mentioned, taking her time to look at the signs.
âYou are way too calm for this,â Simon huffed, going to fire again only to find that he was out of bullets. âShit,â he whispered. Luckily, after another quick turn it seemed like you had lost them.
âWell, there's no point in panicking. Sure he's firing at us but there a terrible shot. Ain't that right boss?â you asked, glancing back at Price that for a man with great composure looked like he was about to lose his shit.Â
âPlease focus on the road!â Price begged.
âAlright well.I feel like I'm taking a tour through this town. Where am i doing?â you asked.
âHead west,â he ordered. âAlright cool,â you nodded, pausing for a few moments. âWhich way is west?â you asked.
âLeft!â he snapped. Jokingly, you held up your hands. Holding your thumb and index finger into L shapes.
âSARGENT!â Price snapped.
âOk ok, sorry!â you whispered back, making a quick left turn, a quick left turn that had them headed in the west direction, a direction that put them directly in line with an all too familiar car. The enemy. They had cut you off.
âShit,â you whispered. Slamming into the break. The car came to a screeching stop. Almost sent Ghost through the windscreen. The driver in the opposite car gave you a shit-eating grin as his allies poked themselves out of the windows.
âGet down!â You yelled. Everyone did so, including you as you slammed the car into reverse, taking off just as fast as you had before. Gritting your teeth, you prayed for luck as they opened fire. Snapping up, you placed your hand on the back of Simon's head rest and not to toot your own horn, but drove like a boss ass bitch. Backwards. At full speed, weaving and jerking side to side doing your best to dodge the bullets. The chase was back on, with you doing your best to drive backwards. Waving and dodging cars as perfectly as you had done before. There just wasn't any room to turn the car around. And your near miss count was going up with every passing second.Â
âOh my god we're gonna die,â Gaz stated simply as he watched you.Â
âNot today, bud,â you stated. You saw it, you slammed the hand brake up, throwing the car around barely losing any speed as you returned to forward face driving. Your eyes searched for your exit, anything. Then you saw it, A Little bridge in the distance.
âHow long can you guys hold your breath?â you asked.
âWhat?â Jonny asked.
âAnswer the fucking question!â You snapped.
âA long fucking time!â Ghost yelled.
âAlright, everyone, windows down seat belts off,â you ordered.
âUm fuck no,â Gaz stated, simply holding tighter onto his life line.
âDo it now!â You snapped.Â
âWanna fill us in on your plan?â Price asked.
âWe're going for a swim. Everyone brace yourself,â you ordered, cutting the lights off. You took a sharp turn at the building, cutting off the view of the car behind. And in one quick jerk, you threw the car off the side of the walkway. You cut the engine just as the car hit the water under the bridge. The car was quickly submerged as you all clambered out. Well, almost all. You grunted as something caught on your ankle. You assumed it was the seat belt. Your hand reached for your knife as it pulled you deeper and deeper into the depths. Only your knife wasn't there. It was in the car's ignition. You reached for it, trying desperately to rip it out to no avail. Shit. You were running out of air as you struggled to untangle your foot. Only you had no light, and you couldn't figure out how it had snagged itself on you. You felt your body getting tired, panic started to set in. Your limited vision started to fade and your lungs burnt for air. Shit, you thought. As you started to acknowledge your possible death, your body went limp as you fought for the last remained of your consciousness. You didn't want to die. There was still so much you wanted to do. God and the boys would never let you down if this was how you would die. They would tease you shitless in the afterlife. You were about to let it go when a set of hands grabbed your shoulders. They gave you a yank, quickly discovering you were caught on something. Their hands patted you down till they found the culprit slicing the seat belt. They swam you back to the surface, you gasping like a fish out of water at the much needed oxygen. Sighs of relief sounded as you briefly caught a glimpse of the skull mask on the face eof the man who kept you afloat resting your upper back on his shoulder.
Ghost had saved you.
âFucken hell,â Ghost whispered. You couldn't really tell due to the lack of oxygen but you could have sworn you felt him pull you closer to him, his chin pressing against your head in an awkward hug. Price swam over to you, taking your face into his hand.
âYou alright, Sargent?â he asked. After a few more gasps of air, you nodded, pulling a thumbs up.Â
With deep breaths you all waded in the water waiting as you heard the other car approach. As it drove over the bridge and off into the distance. You had lost them.
âWell, personally, I think that went well,â you said with a cheerful grin. The boys all chuckled as they somewhat relaxed.Â
âDo you even have a license?â Gaz asked.
âAn Australian one, yes,â you nodded.
âBut then again, the police officer doing my test was drunk when I drove him home,â You shrugged casually, earning another set of chuckles. Reaching up you hugged Simon arm tightly. âThank for saving my ass big guy,â you whispered.
âDon't scare me like that again, you hear me?" he grumbled holding you impossibly closer.
"No promises," you stated.
"Hey what was that bout seat belts saving lives again?" he asked as he sawm you to shore. You simply chuckled shaking your head.
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reactions and headcanons of brozone about: how would they fell about y/n having an egg?(once married ofc) sorry if too much
John Dory
Definitely hubby material
Van life with you and him?
Chef kiss
Ok
He definitely gives malewife vibes
Because heâs so used to being the responsible one
But he also deserves a break so you split all the chores in half
You surprise him with your pregnancy announcement by giving him a cup that says âworlds greatest Dadâ
Heâs shocked
Like he goes still and you worry- what if he doesnât want children? It wasnât a planned thing
And then he just scoops you up in arms and twirls you around
So many happy tears
Instantly tells everyone possible heâs gonna be a dad
That might is now his favorite mug- but he refuses to use it until the baby is born
Those chores that you split? He is now taking on all of them so you can focus on the baby
Likes to speak to the egg, honestly heâs so sweet with it
Definitely plays brozone through headphones around the egg (âJohn what are you doing?â âI want them to have good tasteâ)
Clay
He gave up his admin house for you
Yâall still live in Putt Putt village (because I say so)
Viva moves to Pop village so he goes from co runner to leader
So yâall get her room/house
Being married to Clay is so chill
Heâs so sweet and literally talks about you non stop even though more often that not youâre with him whilst heâs working
He found out about the pregnancy when you gave him a mini matching green sweater romper
He was like
âThanks! Not sure if itâll fit me but I love it anyway!â
It takes him a moment
He leaves the room then runs back in pointing at you like heâs in law and order
âYOURE PREGNANT?!?â
You are now on permanent bed rest
Likes to baby talk to the egg and sing it songs
Buys the new furniture immediately and then starts baby proofing the house
Heâs determined to give this kid the best childhood
Bruce
When he marries you, thatâs when he decides to change his name to Bruce
Yâall still open the restaurant on Vaycay island
You become the cutest couple on the island so fast
BEACH WEDDING
He definitely tears up whilst reading his vows
âOh Iâm cryingâŚâ *you pass him a q-tip* âwhatâs a q-tip gonna do?!â
Treats you like a queen
Another malewife vibe haver
But itâs not as strong
Yâall were already planning on having a big family
So when you tell him youâre having twins by making dinner, but putting two lil high chairs by the door
He sees them
And goes WILD
âWhat- is that? Does that mean? TWINS?!?!â
Heâs so happy, so many happy tears whilst yâall hug
âUh- honey? Whoâs watching the stove?â âOh shitâŚâ
Floyd
Dedicated husband fr fR
Has photos of you everywhere
Gets drunk and gets so happy when you tell him youâre his wife not his girlfriend
âTHis IS myY WiFEâ
Everyone knows donât worry
Always talked about having kids but didnât plan for it
Well he did (but only in his lil dreams)
Then one day you made his dreams come true
He got home from hanging out with Branch
(Who youâd asked to keep him distracted)
And he comes home to a really big home cooked meal
And a decorated boiled egg
He goes to eat said egg- but you tell him to break it open
âWhy?â âItâs a surprise hun- Iâm not supposed to tell youâ
Inside is a lil parenting book called âdaddy and Iâ
Silence, smile on his face
Tears rolling down his face before he stands up and walked over to you putting the book down on the table
Wraps you up in a such a soft hug that you start crying too
Peppers kisses all over your face
âYou really do make my dreams come trueâ
Doesnât tell his brothers immediately- wants you to himself
Makes sure youâre careful with doing everything
Just likes to lie down on the bed with you and the egg and put his hand softly on the surface (he cries a lil bit everytime)
When he eventually tells people- itâs completely by accident
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PRINCESS TREATMENT haitani rindou
sfw
adult rindou is a lovesick fool + ran still peels rindou's prawns to this day
"What's better, vomit green or pee yellow?"
"'The hell's wrong with you?"
Rindou thinks you're stupid.
Not in a bad way of course -- he fucking adores it, especially when you're all sleepy and blabbering nonsense to him before bed in that stupidly cute face of yours. "Baby, have I ever told you that you look a bit like Chicken Little?" "Shut up. Go to sleep."
He says that with an annoyed expression and yet every time, Rindou will simply gaze into your eyes with a lovesick grin as you continue to sleepily mess with him in bed. A few swats to his chest when he sneaks a hand down the blanket to pinch your butt, a few giggles tumbling from your mouth when he attacks your neck with his lips because it tickles there . . .
And he'd air his whiny complaints out to Ran who is busy peeling prawns on the dinner table.
"I swear, why do all girls get zoomies when they're 'boutta fall asleep?" He rants to his brother with a scrunch of his nose and the older boy simply chuckles before placing down a nicely peeled prawn in Rindou's plate. "Does your girlfriend do that too? I gotta know, bro."
"You say that as if you don't like it. Love it, even." Ran licks off the sauce from his fingers with a look on his face. He stares at his brother, and stifles a laugh upon meeting eyes. ". . . And ya, she does." Rindou pokes into the prawn with his fork and brings it up to his mouth, before eventually choking on the meat from trying to hold back his own laugh.
Two unserious brothers.
And today, Rindou is holding your hand as you walk back home together after a dinner date out at a high-end restaurant in Aoyama. It is payday and he had immediately forwarded you a copy of his payslip when a notice from HR came through. "Eating nice today, baby." He'd smirked into the phone and you'd laughed loudly into the speaker. "Sure, sure. Whatever you want."
The crisp autumn wind blows past the two of you and dried leaves rustle around the walkway with some crunching beneath your shoes following the steps that you both take. You sway your hands together back and forth while kicking a pebble in your step.
"Answer it, baby. I needa know which kinda disgusting colour are you more into." You cling onto his arm and pout up at his blank expression.
Rindou pinches your thumb between his fingers while you giggle up at him, "do I seem like I got a fuckin' choice?" You shake your head, "you don't, no. So hurry up, answer it."
He clicks his tongue and moves to wrap a warm arm around your shoulders. "Lord have mercy. I'm stuck here with my annoying lady and she won't stop asking me weird n' stupid questions."
You ignore his whines and cries for help to the Lord and hug your arms around his frame tighter. You laugh into his shirt and a hand reaches up to caress at your hair. It's warm, it's comforting.
"Quickly, vomit green or pee yellow?"
"Dunno. You're stupid. Shut up. Go away."
You deadpan. He gives you a judgmental look that reminds you a bit of the silly The Rock meme that you always see on social medias before pulling you anymore closer to him.
You snort at it -- so much for telling you to go away.
"Fine. Have it this way then -- I'll massage your back tonight if you say pee yellow. Please."
It's an obvious bait -- it's deliberate.
". . . Pee yellow."
He willingly falls into it.
And Rindou flushes when you cackle and swat a hand at his back, "Jesus, Rin! Who's the stupid one now?" You point an accusing finger with a red face -- the aftermath of laughing so hard and he slaps it away with a faint pout. "Shaddap."
You approach a huge puddle of water on the ground and he hops over it in one big step. Rindou almost falls back when you don't let go of him, and instead, you remain where you are -- foot seemed to be mounted into the ground -- and you tug back on his hand. Hard.
Where on Earth did you find the strength to do that? He's got no idea at all.
"Shit, baby, I almost fell-"
Your hands break off somewhere in the process of him trying to regain his balance and not fall into the puddle of water with you figuring out your best course of action, and you soon realise that he's on the other side of the puddle now. You feel oddly left out despite the look of patience plastered on his face as he beckons for you to come over to him.
"C'mere, baby."
You stop moving, choosing to stare down the puddle with an annoyed expression instead while scratching at your bun that's starting to agitate you.
Your orbs scan around the tight walkway and notice that there isn't any walkable areas for you, and certainly not for the expensive Louboutin's you are currently wearing that is paired with a slim body-hugging dress hanging off your shoulders. No clear ground except for the muddy grass on the side from the light rain earlier, and you grimace at the thought of getting your heels dirty.
Because Rindou had gotten these shoes for you just last week -- you can't be getting them dirty this early into your ownership. These shoes are your pride and joy -- your absolute love. No harm can ever be done to them.
Rindou raises a brow at where he stands on the other side, staring at your figure who is awfully quiet all of a sudden. He notices that you aren't really paying attention to him and takes it a hint to follow your gaze instead -- the big puddle, the tight walkway, the muddy grass, the way you're checking and tapping your heels on the ground repeatedly . . .
And he pieces it together.
"I can't cross." You mumble and look up at him, who is already silently crossing your heavy Michael Kors over his torso. He puffs and fixes his hair before swiftly hopping back to you in one big step.
You reach out to hold his hands, a habit you make when you're unsure of what to do, and Rindou simply pulls you by the waist, closer to him, to grab at your arms and he looms it over his shoulders. You blink up at him with wide eyes and a cheeky smile -- you seemed to have picked up on what he's about to do -- and he resists himself to smooch at your rosy lips for being so cute.
He'll save that for later.
"C'mon, princess."
Rindou hurls you into his arms in one swift motion like an actual princess -- one arm supporting your back and the other tucked under your knees -- and you immediately smile widely into his neck, burying your face there as you shy and melt deep into his body. You hear wet footsteps sound through the area and can't help but finally let the giddy laugh escape your lips.
Rindou steps through the puddle while carrying your body in his arms with the heavy bag of yours slung over his torso that he's repeatedly tutted at the entire evening. "What the hell do you even put in there? It's always so heavy." "An umbrella, a recycled bag in case of emergency shopping, two packets of tissues, some pads, makeup, your stupid bulky power bank that you never use but still wants me to carry around-" "Enough."
You relish in the warmth radiating off his chest as you relax in his arms and thanking yourself for training a man like him.
You remind yourself to make it up to him tonight.
In what way? Guess he'll be finding it out tonight.
When Rindou finally makes it over to the other side, he moves to place you back down on your feet, but you cling closer to him at that and wrap your arms tighter around his neck.
"Noooo. Les' go home like this." You whine into his neck and he chuckles lightly, "I'll be all spent before we even get back home, baby."
Nonetheless, Rindou picks you back up and continues walking forward while you rest your head on his chest, listening to his frantic heartbeat and you giggle like a fool. "More the reason for you to look forward to tonight."
He smirks down at you in his arms upon your words, half-lidded eyes gazing straight into your mischievous ones. You bite your lip under his gaze and look away.
"Yeah? What should I be expecting?"
"Something like a really nice massage. Paired with a little extra thing."
You wiggle your eyebrows at it and Rindou leans his head down to bite at your cheek.
"I'll sure be looking forward to it, then."
Though the two of you are being rather . . . cheeky, right now, he can't help but have his heart swell at the current situation. It makes him feel all giddy on the inside and he silently prays the night hides it well enough that you don't notice the flaming red on his cheeks. (You always do, and you never point it out. It's so endearing to see him like this.)
You're giggling like a pretty baby in his arms as he carries you back home with wet footprints trailing behind and your heavy bag slung over his torso.
He smiles at it. You smile at him.
And Rindou will spend a lifetime carrying you home in wet shoes and sore arms if it means getting to see you so happy.
Happy with him.
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Two Months
Carmy really fucked up, but maybe he can prove his worthiness and get his girls back.
MDNI 18+
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Carmy sighed when his call went to voicemail after a few rings. He pushed a hand through his hair and listened to your voicemail message, âHey baby- I just wanted to know if I could see Mia. I know you donât want to see me, but I need to see her⌠if you could just bring her by the restaurant, that would be fine. I just want to hold my daughter. Uh- yeah. Iâm sorry, Iâm a fuckinâ dumbass. Please just give me five minutes to explain everything. Let me know. I love you.â he hung up the phone and leaned back in his chair. He stared up at the ceiling as he thought about you and Mia. It had been a couple of weeks since heâd seen either of you, and he just needed his girls again.Â
âAsshole. Sign here.â Natalie barked at Carmy as she entered the office with an ordering forum. She shoved the papers at him before crossing her arms over her chest. âNatalie, I get it okay. I fucked up. My wife kicked me out of our house, Iâm living in a shitty hotel, and I havenât seen my daughter in weeks. Iâm not in the fucking mood to deal with your bitching.â Carmy replied, glaring at his sister. She rolled her eyes, âYou turned out so much like Dad.â she laughed, yanking the documents back. Carmy huffed, âFuck you.â
âRight back at you, Carmen,â Natalie said, slamming the door behind her as she exited the office. âYou okay, Sugar?â Richie questioned softly, noticing the anger in her eyes. She rolled her eyes and pushed past him without saying anything; being in the same vicinity as Carmy was irritating. Whenever she saw his face, she thought of Mia and how Carmy had repeated their father's actions. Natalie sighed when she got into her car, âIâm sorry you had to hear that, baby⌠letâs go get your brother.â
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âHey, Carm- everything okay with Y/N?â Richie awkwardly asked as Carmy was doing prep for that night's dinner service. âWhat do you think fuckhead?â Carmy snarkily responded; Richie rolled his eyes and decided to match his energy. âWell, she texted Tiff asking for her DIVORCE LAWYERâS info.â he leaned against the counter with a shit-eating grin. Carmy slammed his knife down and pushed past Richie to go into the alley. âThat was fucked up, kid.â Tina scolded as she exited the walk-in. Richie shrugged, âI was going to be subtle, but heâs being a little bitch.âÂ
Carmy closed his eyes, fighting back tears when Syd showed up for prep. âHey Carmen, are you okay?â she asked, stepping closer. He shook his head and let out a puff of air, âY/Nâs gonna leave me- I fuckinâ deserve it, but I want my wife Sydney. She wonât even fuckinâ talk to me, but sheâll fuckinâ divorce me? Itâs bullshit.â Carmy cried to her. Syd stood there for a moment to collect her thoughts. She swallowed before sitting down next to him and pat Carmyâs shoulder as she began to explain her point of view on the situation, âYou fucked up, Carmen. But you love Y/N and Mia- just go. Go home. Iâll cover tonight. Go talk to your wife.âÂ
Carmy took Sydâs suggestion. He wasnât sure if youâd let him in or even talk to him, but he knew he should at least try.
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âI donât know Natalie. I just⌠I mean- Iâm gonna sound like a dumb bitch, but maybe I could?â you groaned into your phone as Natalie was about to answer the doorbell rung. âHey Nat, can I call you back in a bit? Someoneâs here.â you waited for her passive agreement and hung up. You put your phone in your back pocket and went to the front door. You felt your stomach flip when you opened the door to reveal Carmy standing in your doorway. He was an unshaven mess, with messy curls and dark circles under his eyes. âCarmen? What are you doing here?â you questioned, bracing the door, hoping it would prevent him from entering your once-shared house. âYouâre divorcing me?â he asked on the brink of tears. You sighed, âI asked Tiffany for her lawyer's information- thatâs all.âÂ
âY/N, you canât leave me without giving me a chance to make things right.â Carmy pleaded. You sucked your teeth, âCarmen, I really donât want to talk about this right now⌠Miaâs asleep, but you can come in and say goodnight if you want.â you offered as you pulled your sleeves over your hands. Carmy nodded furiously, âI-I, ye-yes, please.â
Carmy stared down at Miaâs sleeping body. She was splayed across her crib in a green onesie with a pacifier to match. Carmy swallowed as he watched her legs twitch. âShe doesnât like sleep sacks anymore?â he asked softly. You nodded before answering, âShe decided it was her own personal hell a couple weeks ago, so now sheâs a big girl.âÂ
Carmy laughed softly and put his hand on Miaâs cheek. She squirmed and leaned into his hand, âI love you, princess.â
You walked Carmy out of the nursery and into the hallway by the front door, âCan we talk?â Carmy asked, trying not to burst into tears and lock himself in the nursery. You nodded, âOkay. What do you want to talk about?âÂ
Carmy swallowed. âI know you hate me, but I need to see Mia.â He took a quick breath before continuing, âY/N, please donât keep my daughter from me. Iâll give you whatever you want. I just need to see my daughter.â Carmy sniffled as he wiped his eyes.Â
Guilt. When you saw the hurt on his face, you knew what you had to do. âNext time I need someone to watch her, Iâll call you.â you offered, Carmy grinned and thanked you before starring at you with the same love and admiration he always had. He turned to walk back to his car but stopped in the middle of the yard, âI love you. Iâm gonna win you back.â he pushed a hand through his hair before shoving them in his jacket pockets. You rolled your eyes, âBye Carmen. Drive safe.âÂ
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The flu hit your office like a semi-truck. Everyone got sick, including you, and taking care of a sick baby proved more complicated than youâd thought. No one could help you, so reluctantly, you called Carmy to come be with Mia that night. He was over the moon but tried to play it cool, you saw it through immediately. It was sweet in a cheesy, trying too hard kind of way.
âHey baby, I brought you pastina soup and Tylenol.â he grinned, handing you a paper bag, âThank you, Carmen.â you were short with him. Carmy noticed but chopped it up to you being sick, âI can make you some tea.â he offered as you walked back to your bedroom. âIâm fine, Carmen. Please just watch Mia,â you said over your shoulder before closing the bedroom door behind you. You wanted to be mad at him, but it was hard when he was so thoughtful⌠and handsome. He cleaned himself up since the last time you saw him.
Carmy sat back on the couch, making funny faces at Mia. She squealed and grabbed the air in Carmyâs direction. âI missed you so much, princess.â he laughed as he brought her up to his chest; he rubbed her back as she tried to hug him. âOkay, let's check on Mommy and then make some dinner. Daddy missed his favorite sous.â Carmy explained as he got up. The two walked down the hallway, Mia babbling away as Carmy adjusted her in his arms. He bumped the bedroom door open with his hip and saw you peacefully sleeping. He stepped into the bedroom and grabbed the trash from your side table. Mia grumbled as the two of you exited the room; Carmy chuckled and kissed her temple. âI know, princess. I wanna snuggle with Mommy too, but she doesnât feel well⌠and hates me, but weâll figure it out.â
You abruptly woke up around midnight when you heard talking through the baby monitor. You stumbled out of your bedroom and across the hall to the nursery; the door was askew, and as you approached it, you more clearly heard Carmyâs voice. He was laying on the floor next to Miaâs crib, âMy little Mia⌠I wish you could stay this little forever.â he whispered as he put his hand up to the crib gate. The sight alone made your heart yearn for your family to be back together. You knew what you had to do.
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âAnd that princess is how you make scrambled eggs, the right way.â you laughed when you overheard Carmyâs cooking lesson. You walked into the kitchen and saw Carmy plating up scrambled eggs, âHey.â you greeted as you got a mug from the cabinet. Carmy grinned in your direction, âMorninâ baby. Feelinâ better?âÂ
âFeelinâ waaaaaaay better,â you started, âThanks for coming over to take care of her. I really appreciate it.â. Carmy leaned against the counter, âIâm her Dad- itâs my job.â
âYouâre a good one⌠I donât know where youâve been staying, but if you want, I uh- I made up the guest room if you want to come homeâŚâ you explained, âI feel like Iâve been keeping Mia from you, and thatâs fucked up.â you rocked on your heels hoping Carmy wouldnât assume this offer meant you wanted to get back together. He nodded immediately, âI would love that.â Carmy was giddy at the idea of getting to be with Mia every day again- it also gave him an opportunity to win you back.
It had only been a few days since Carmy had been back home, and he jumped right back into the daily hustle and went above and beyond what he usually did. Carmy changed his schedule and managed to do a lot of his restaurant owner duties at home so that he could be with Mia more. The house was clean, the pantry was stocked with all your favorite snacks, home-cooked meals, and a very happy baby, and it drove you crazy.
âI just- this man is driving me insane.â you ranted as you sipped your margarita. It was girlsâ night out with Syd and Natalie. You were two margaritas in and deep in your feelings. âI should just forgive-â you were cut off by Natalie exclaiming, âNO! You canât just forgive him, Y/N. Heâs a fuckinâ idiot for even thinking about being with another woman. It makes all his âyou make me a better manâ vows bullshit. Our Dad used to do the same shit to Donna all the time- and she just accepted it! Then he left her. I donât want Carmy to do the same to you- he already fuckinâ started doing it.â
You were taken aback by Natalieâs ranting and raving; youâd known that Carmy had a difficult relationship with his Dad, but you hadnât known the full extent. You looked at Syd, wanting her to weigh in on the situation, âCarmyâs an asshole, but heâs your asshole. He loves you. He loves Mia. I donât know if heâll do it again - if my partner pulled something like this on me, I think Iâd hear them out.â
It was almost 10 when Carmy had finally managed to get Mia to fall asleep. He was exhausted after a long day, but when heâd gone into your bedroom to get the baby monitor, he couldnât help but notice a satin black thong sitting on the top of the laundry hamper. He stared at the underwear for a moment before shaking his head. He wasnât going to take his wifeâs dirty underwear. Carmy walked toward the door before pausing and going back to the hamper. âI guess I am that guy,â he scoffed, grabbing the panties and putting them in the pocket of his sweatpants.Â
Carmy lay in bed leaning against a pile of pillows, scrolling through the private folder on his photo app. âThere it isâŚâ he mumbled as he tapped the video before putting his headphones in. âYou promise no one else will see this, right?â your voice flooded Carmyâs ears as he pushed his sweats off. âOf course not, baby.â he reassured you as your hands reached for his zipper. He watched as you bit your lip and unzipped his pants. Carmy groaned as he watched you give him a blow job. Carmy took the underwear heâd stolen from your bedroom and started stroking himself. The sensation reminded him of when heâd tease you before relentlessly fucking you into a crying mess.Â
âOh fuck-â Carmy exhaled as he felt his orgasm approaching. He swiped to the next video of riding him. Carmy salivated at the sight of your bouncing tits. You were moaning his name as your movements got more frantic, âCream all over my fuckinâ cock, baby.âÂ
âThat was a fun night,â you said startling Carmy, he dropped his phone before quickly covering himself with a blanket as you stood in the doorway. You giggled at his reaction, you were just going to ask how Mia was before going to bed but catching Carmy masturbating with your underwear⌠blame it on the alcohol but you wanted a taste.
âI uh- I didnât hear you- hear you come inside.â Carmy stumbled over his words as you fully entered the guest room. âNo need for you to be embarrassed, CarmyâŚâ he watched with wide eyes as you moved around the bed to sit next to him on the bed. You sighed and pushed the blanket off his lap to expose him.
You pushed your hand up Carmyâs thigh, making him swallow hard. âWhat made you so hard, baby? Were you being a little perv⌠jacking off with my dirty panties⌠watching a video of me sucking your cock?â you mewled as you ran your fingers along his thigh. Carmy nodded as he stared into your eyes. You giggled and grasped the base of his length. He croaked as you started to stroke him, âYou like that baby?â you asked cocking your head to the side, staring up at him. He nodded as he let his head fall back against the headboard.
Carmy whimpered as you ran your tongue along the bottom of his cock. You swirled your tongue around his leaking tip, making him swear under his breath. As you took more of him in your mouth, his whimpers turned to whiny moans. You pulled away with a pop. Carmy stared down at you, watching a string of saliva connect your lips to the head of his cock. âDoes that feel nice, baby?â you asked as you returned to pumping your hand around him. âSo-so nice,â he replied, touching your cheek. You smiled as you pushed it away.
âBut, why should I suck your cock if youâre gonna let just any woman off the street suck it?â you asked. Carmy shook his head, âOnly-only you, baby-y.â he shuddered.
âOnly me? Tell me, Carmen, who does this cock belong to?â he was putty in your hands as you slowed your pace. âYou, baby, only you.â he groaned, âProve it.â you challenged.
Carmy buried his face in the crook of your neck as he slowly pressed into your entrance as you lamented at the familiar sensation. You held onto Carmyâs shoulders as he started thrusting his hips in a steady rhythm, âHmm, CarmyâŚâ you hummed as he hungrily kissed your neck.
âI donât deserve you babyâŚâ
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GOD modern Laios would make such a good little trophy/house husband 𼺠he LOVES cooking dinner for you when you come home after a long day of being the breadwinner. you get to spoil and dote on him and he gets to spend all day doing nerd shit and taking care of the house (he LOVES cooking you dinner and seeing the look of relief on your face coming home to a clean house & warm meal after a long day)
on your anniversary you come home and he's cooked a fucking 5 star meal- like the kinda shit you only get at some fancy ass overpriced restaurant . After dinner you suprise him with a huge intricate Lego set you know he's been wanting but wouldn't ask for because it's soooo expensive & he nearly cries.
He spends like 2 hours going down on you out of pure joy alone before letting you tie him to the bed and ride him until he DOES cry- whimpering "thank you" and "I love you"'s over and over before you've even let him cum. tears falling down his flushed cheeks and eyes rolling back in his head as he writhes against the restraints, so desperate and grateful for whatever you give him. such a good boy, your perfect little house husband đ
GOOOOOOD YES
okay. Since we got minimum wage retail Laios confirmed by Kui. House husband Laios is so fucking real.
Laios whoâs a total part timer since meeting you, he works for pocket change and like. Bare minimum benefits just to keep things comfy for the two of you while he basically puts everything in savings. (Until like one day he just quits tbh when yall are really settled in)
But like in my mind he works under the table at Senshiâs restaurant for cash + to learn about cooking! They go on fishing/hunting/hiking trips together and go to the farmers market to get fresh produce and Senshi teaches Laios everything he knows.
He cleans up your apartment every day. Like, heâs not the best or a maid or anything. Heâs just a dude. But he does recognize that heâs immensely privileged and does his best to show you hey. He does care. And he wants you to not have to bust your ass after coming from a full time shift. He does basic things like dishes and stuff and on the weekends you guys maybe spend an hour or two maximum cleaning on the weekends together
LAIOS. PACKS YOUR LUNCH. He love love LOVES doing this and he has little sandwich shapers to make them into little dinosaurs or dolphins or something. And he does bentos with cute little pins and molds and he lovingly spends time on this. I think he genuinely enjoys doing this stuff and testing out new recipes.
And cooking in general!! Like that is how Laios shows he loves you forreal. He genuinely pays attention to your tastes and tries to âgourmetâ your favorite foods. (Iâve been rereading the manga and when Marcilleâs upset he offers to try his best to make whatever she wants to eat out of monsters and itâs so cuteâŚ). Like you want grilled cheese? How about grilled Brie on fresh made bread? Bagels? Oh yeah he tried a new recipe at Senshiâs at 4 am, hereâs fresh out of the oven pastries. Itâs so cute.
I think. He loves like those random ass kitchen gadgets too. He 100% has an ice cream maker and he makes custom flavors for you.
And he just loves watching you eat. Itâs such an expression of love. He works so damn hard to make you smile and make you happy. And his food never sucks because 1. Senshi teaches him everything 2. He ALWAYS tests recipes before going way too hard with them. Like he pays attention to your palette so if he made something gross or something just. Not to your tastes youâd let him know in the trial stage.
And GOD. Laios is just a fucking sex toy I swear. Heâs genuinely like. A subby service top. He wants you to absolutely use him however you want but he likes to be the one thatâs doing most of the work because he likes to spoil you with his bodyâŚ(also he cums super easily in my hc so if he tops heâs able to like. Pull out and give you head or switch positions when heâs getting too close)
But when you spoil him and ride himâŚtell him how handsome he is and how much you love him. yeah heâs crying and whimpering about how much he loves you and how youâre just so fucking perfect. It makes your head spin because Laios genuinely makes you feel like youâre the only person on earth for him.
#this. this is beautiful anon thank you so much.#dungeon meshi#laios touden#laios x reader#dungeon meshi x reader
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hiii!!! if you can can you please make a fanfic like (sorry for my bad explaining) basically a fluff fic with oscar piastri and y/n where they meet at like the streets of paris or something romantic like that? (you can give it any ending you want lols)
one of my best friends is from paris and we talk about how it's not the romantic place we all fantasize it to be. but i got you boo
Paris, France:
The hotel was awful, just awful. But that was what she got she got for booking her holiday on a budget.
The bed must have had bedbugs. She saw one review online (after she had checked in) that suggested it. And, ever since, she could feel the little fuckers crawling all over her skin.
If the bathroom wasn't down the hall, she would have been throwing up from anxiety. But, instead, she shut her eyes and tried to fall asleep.
And then her neighbours started shagging. Like, bed hitting the wall behind her kind of shagging. Holy shit, she needed to get out of here.
Grabbing her jacket and placing her valuables into her pockets, she headed out of the hotel.
The streets of Paris were a little bit terrifying in the dark. If one of her friends had just done with her, they could have gotten a nicer hotel and she wouldn't have been terrified to walk the streets in the dark. She shouldn't have been out there, she knew, but it was either have a panic attack on the disgusting floor of the hotel room or get out for some fresh air.
It was like there were eyes on her all the time she was walking. She pulled her jacket closer to her body and walked a little faster. Her eyes were trained on the floor as she pretty much marched down the streets of Paris.
Her body collided with somebody else. "Shit," she cried as this persons arms wrapped around her, stopping her from falling.
"Are you okay?" He asked, voice not accompanied by a French accent. "Sorry, I should have been looking at where I was going." He shook his head, floppy, Prince-Charming-from-Shrek hair falling in front of his face.
"It's okay," she said, tightening her grip on the things in her pocket.
He released her. "I'm Oscar," he said, holding out his hand.
She didn't take it, but she did smile at him. "Nice to meet you, Oscar," she replied, not giving her own name.
It was almost like a game, on the streets of Paris. Oscar twisted his wrist and looked at his watch. "Where are you headed? Do you need me to walk you there?"
The red flag in the back of her head was taking a long ass time to raise. "I'm good," she said, because he was still a stranger on the streets of Paris. She began to walk past him. "It really was nice to meet you, Oscar," she said and began walking again.
Santorini, Greece:
The view from her balcony was so fucking pretty. The glittering ocean, the pale sand, the gorgeous architecture. It was a far cry from Paris.
Even on a budget she'd managed somewhere nice. A lot nicer than that hotel room in Paris. Here she felt safe. She left her valuable things in her hotel room (in the safe) and went out to dinner.
It was so damn peaceful. This was the getaway she needed, not those few nights in Paris. This was fucking bliss.
But then he showed up. She was in a little beach front restaurant, having a drink when he came walking past. What did he say his name was? Oscar? What the hell was he doing in Greece?
Her initial reaction was to think he had been followed. But the way he was looking at her, all confused before that look of familiarity crossed his face, it was all so genuine.
"Are you following me?" He asked it in such a teasing way, she immediately knew he wasn't serious.
She kicked out the chair in front of her. "Come have a drink with me, Oscar."
He obeyed and sat himself in the seat opposite her. Almost immediately a waiter came over to take his drink order. As soon as the waiter was gone, she was staring at him. "So, tell me about yourself, Oscar."
"Aren't you gonna tell me your name?" He asked as she sipped her drink.
She thought about it for a moment. "Tell you what, tell me about yourself, and I'll tell you my name."
He held out his hand, and this time she took it. "Deal."
Italy:
Italy had never been on her list of destinations. She didn't understand why not, because it was gorgeous.
But seeing the sights was such a small part of it. She walked behind Oscar, Oscar Piastri the Formula One driver, as he led her through the paddock.
"This can't be real," she said for the fourteenth time since they'd climbed out of the car.
Oscar laughed at her. "It's real," he assured her as he took her to the McLaren garage. He stopped for a second and gave her a minute to step closer and take his hand.
"I can't believe you didn't tell me you were a race car driver," she said as she squeezed his hand. It wasn't a comforting squeeze, but it had Oscar laughing, again.
"I did," he insisted.
"Yeah, after we'd had four cocktails!"
He led her through the garage, to his drivers room. "Okay, okay. How can I make it up to you?"
He shut the door behind him and she stepped closer. "Hmm," she said and pushed his hair out of his face. "Take me back to Paris?"
"Paris?"
She hummed.
"Okay," he answered, still holding her hand. "I'll take you back to Paris."
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Twisted Fate
Suma Uzui x Fem!Reader. +18 drabble
Plot: You stayed behind with your wife at home to catch a break. But the night takes a twist when a demon puts a spell on Suma before killing it.
Warning: cock!Suma, Taking care of Suma, Mommy kink, Suma calling the reader mommy, Sub taking power, Creampie, Slight biting.
It was only for a few nights you two should have been alone, which was nice to have some alone time. You loved your wife and how she clings to you and always begged you not to go when you were sent on a mission. This time it was your husband and your wives turn to leave, the two of you pouting from them leaving. But both of you soon forget how sad it was and got all happy to finally spend some time together.
She was really the best helper when she wanted to be. It was the last week of you staying home from your injury so she always made sure you felt better. Youâd laugh together as she cried into your neck as she wrapped her arms around your waist when you left her to make breakfast. She muffled, âDonât leave me like that,â as she rubbed her cheek into your skin. âIt was so cold.â
It was nice, just cooking and chatting for the first two days alone. The third day you decided to go shopping for some groceries and to have fun, mostly to spoil her on things she wanted. She dragged you around to each stand and modeled things for you or made you do it. The one thing about Suma is she isnât afraid to show herself off to any of her lovers. Or, praise them for their body. After a long time you both finally left the village after spending time in a restaurant and walk back home.
Which is where you both feel into the wicked scheme of a demon. Luckily you had brought your blade just in case but failing to cut off its head before he did something to Suma. Once you heard her muffled cries it was over and you become rage full.
âSuma, babyâ you lefted her off the ground as she burned hot and red, âWhere does it hurt? Are you bleeding?â You placed your hands all over her and all she could do was whine and whimpered at your touch, giving no response. With her eyes glued shut she grabbed ahold on your clothes and tugged you closer. Her small voice made it hard to make out what she was saying and it had you worried sick. So you grabbed all the bags yourself and carried her on your back the whole time. Trying to get home as fast as possible.
You should have noticed the hard thing poking your back but you were so focused on getting home you didnât. Plus, you had no reason to think of such things. Even when it kept grinding against you.
It was hard to keep yourself from falling over, her gripping so hard against your hips that it reminded you of tenges strength. She had grown a impressive cock, so much like tenges that it was hard to believe. It was huge and almost hanging low when you saw it, all her whining and pleading started to make you hot. So you had no chance but to let her get her relief like she asks.
âSâGood, SâGood.â She babbled with her tongue coming out from the side. Her hips thrusted up into your little hole with force and if she didnât have her hold on you, youâd for sure fall. You tried to put your hands on your upper thighs to get some balance but it didnât help at all, it just was so good.
You leaked all over the place from how turned on and fast she was going youâre sure there was a mess already on the floor or dripping down your leg. âThank you- Oh shit. I see why tengen likes this so much, you really have such a good pussy.â Her breathy praise into your ear made you pout a bit.
âJust- Shut up and keep fucking me.â Gods, it was embarrassing to have praise and feel so weak to someone who you usually dominate with ease. Youâd pull her around by her hair and face fuck her with your pussy, tease her until sheâs a sobbing mess, slaps her ass and clit when she fails to do what you want. But now she could do all those things to you and you didnât have the power to stop her.
Suma sank her teeth into the skin of your shoulder to muffle herself and get a grip on something. âYou- Oh you, such a good fuck. I wish I could do this all the time, mommy.â She could feel how you clinched around her when she said that name. Despite being as sensitive as you and fucked out, it was a new feeling in her stomach. How many times you made her cry, beg and feel small in the bedroom. Here you are crumbling into her hands by her cock.
âSuma- Donât.â You tried to take over some control but when she thrusted hard you let out a loud moan and thrown your head back. She stopped her movements but kept herself deep inside. She had a smile on her face as she kissed your neck so soft but sucked on the skin, a loud popping sound came when she pulled away.
But she pulled her cock out before you could ask about anything making you whimper from being so empty. She noticed your legs going wobbly just like her own, âSuch a beautiful girl, mommy is. Youâre leaking so much,â she pulled you over to the couch as the front door was still wide open. You want to protest but you couldnât find the words so you avoided her gaze. She laid you out over the cushions and stood on her knees above you, taking your legs in her hands and spreading them apart.
âAll it takes is to be fucked silly to make you submissive? Iâd alway get jealous of tengen when heâd make you melt,â she kissed your leg that she pulled up to her shoulder. âBut now youâre my little needy girl arenât you?â She looked down at you. But she didnât find your pretty eyes finding hers but looking away so bashfully and embarrassed.
You regret it as soon as she pushed back into your warmth. You tried so hard to silence yourself and cover your mouth as she moves so slowly, all while feeling her smug gaze. Suma wasnât quiet at all. She wanted you to hear her, to make you know how much you made her feeling good. And she knew how much hearing moans could make you so horny.
Her other hand found itâs way to your puffy clit and rubbed it the way you always loved it, how sheâd play with it when you were fucked by cock. Seeing you shut your eyes in pleasure and get that arch in your back made her speed up her movements. Her pace was harsh and your pussy gushed with each thrust. Thatâs when she heard small screams come from behind your hand and from your throat.
âAm I doing that good mommy?â She slammed herself in and out of you and making sure to get as far within you. You almost couldnât take it all. âYou think Iâll be able to fill you up?â The thought alone made you want to cry out. You wanted it. You wanted her so badly.
âYeah- Clinched when I said that, youâd like to be my cumdump wouldnât you?â She raised her hand quickly and slapped your clit harshly.
You cried and jumped so hard youâre hand came off your mouth and squeezed around her so tight. She moaned at the reaction and giggles through her own moans. It was enough to let go off all your dominance and give into her, into the moment. Up opened your eyes to see her pleased out face and her half closed eyes, her mouth panting. âFuck it-Harder, fuck me harder.â Her cocked twitched from you begging.
She pulled your legs and pressed them into your chest and made sure to make herself fit in a different angle. She moaned so loudly and you matched her tone, wrapping your arms around her and pulling her close. âSâgood, fucking me so good.â It was so cute to her, you whining and whimpering for her.
It didnât take long for her stamina to give out. It was so good to be inside you, so with one final thrust she came. Whatever magic was cursed on her made it so that she could shoot a load into you, a huge one. You felt it enter your womb and pussy walls. Feeling her hot cum enter your pussy made you sank your fingernails into her back and twitch with your own orgasm. She whined when she pulled out of you, letting her cum overflow out of you.
She hummed and sat back as she tried to catch her breath and come down from her own high. You stayed twitching for a moment and let the cum flow out, still in shock of what just happened.
She took a glance down as her lower area felt hot again, the pretty cock spring back up in its full glory. You looked at it and then back up at her face, her already looking at you. âMight as well,â her mischievous look made you go blank. You yelp when she yanked your legs and pulled you closer to her then flipping you around to your stomach. âYou can still take it, canât you mommy?â The tip ran itâs way over your slit.
Itâs going to be so hard to let you dominate her now. It was addicting to see you under her hands.
#tengen & wives x reader#suma uzui x reader#Suma Uzui#Suma Uzui smut#fem x fem#demon slayer smut#demon slayer x reader#smut#Iâm gay
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black cat reader x Deadpool!jj
He swallowed the lump in his throat when he felt your manicured nails trail along his shoulder, he tensed up at your touch.
god, why do you do this. He thought, he couldnât get away from you, not even on the damn roof. Not that he was complaining.
âY/n.â He murmured, voice wavering. You moved to face him, your eyes boring into his. His hand went to the back of his neck, avoiding your gaze.
âJj.â You tilted your head up, a small smile on your face. He was so glad you couldnât see his face underneath the mask because he was blushing like fucking crazy.
âWhatâs upâŚ?â He asked you, squinting his eyes at you. You shrugged, looking him up and down.
âI canât just say hi?â You asked him, he shook his head quickly.
âNah, nah, course you can. Just didnât expect it. A phone call or like a text next time would be nice though.â He rambled on. âBeen super busy and shit, but I was actually about to go get a bite I mean, you can come with if you want-â
You rolled your eyes at the boy. âOkay.â
He paused his rambling. âOkayâŚ.?â
âIâll come with you. Where were you thinking?â You shrugged.
âOh. Well, thereâs this super good Mexican restaurant down the block. Oh my god, itâs to fucking die for.â
And so you both piled into a booth, in your costumes, hunched over and eating. His mask was raised up to his nose, and he ate like a damn pig. You paused your movements, watching him chew down all the food on his plate in seconds.
He glanced back up at you, chewing the food in his mouth as he mumbled out a âwhat? I got something on my face?â And started to touch around his mouth.
âJesus.â You sighed, leaning over the table. His eyes went straight to your cleavage that was now on full display to him, his mouth watered. You wiped the piece of food from his mouth, before getting back in your seat, his eyes still stuck on your boobs before you snapped.
âEyes up here, dude.â You rolled your eyes, shaking your head at the boy.
âIâll be⌠right back!â He quickly excused himself, practically running to the bathroom.
âFucking perv.â You chuckled to yourself, glancing down at your phone and back up at the bathroom doors.
jj sighed in relief when he closed the stall door, his hard on aching in his suit. Goddamnit, why did this have to happen right now? While he was eating with the most attractive girl heâs ever set his eyes on?
Oh well. Heâd just have to jerk one. At least thatâs what he thought. He had just began to take his suit off, but as soon as he started, he heard a knock on the stall door.
âItâs occupied, asshole, thereâs like 2 other stalls!â JJ exclaimed.
âItâs me, you idiot.â You spoke with a giggle when he opened the bathroom stall, suit already halfway down.
He stuttered around, covering himself with his hands, trying to think of an excuse. You went into the stall with him, shutting the door behind you. He was taken aback, but did not complain when you kissed him, pulling him in by the back of his head. He moaned into your mouth, his hands falling and going to your face.
And thatâs how you ended up pushed against the stall door, your moans and the sound of skin slapping being the only thing heard in the bathroom.
âOh- oh, JJ!â You cried out, your nails digging into his back, deep enough to make him bleed. His hands went to move your mask from your face, and you moved his.
you were glad that Jj was such a perv. You would have it no other way, really.
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synopsis - Splitting off from your friends, you are left wandering in the dreamscape of Golden Hour. Expensive designer stores to extravagant restaurants and bars lined the streets with excited dreamchasers flocking towards their merchandise. Yet here you were, looking to indulge yourself in a couple of drinks at a small bar after gambling your Aideen tokens away. However, a familiar, punchable face is back and here to stay.
pairings - aventurine x nameless! reader part ii
content - enemies to lovers but we are slowly reaching the lovers part, character shenanigans, aventurine playing tour guide, lots of fluff/light moments, slight pining towards the end lol
warnings - none
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Your stay in Penacony thus far has been an..interesting one.
After entering the dreamscape, you were transported to a place known as Golden Hour, a bustling city district where shops and food vendors flourish with countless dreamchasers flocking to see their merchandise. Surprisingly, you had stumbled into the Trailblazer while walking down the street, making small conversation before the two of you parted ways. They seemed to be muttering something about âorigami birdsâ when they scurried off..how strangeâŚÂ
Nonetheless, you continued weaving through crowds of dreamchasers, eyeing the different stores with their bright and..lively advertisements. You found the little creatures strange but intriguing, chuckling at the way they would hop around and follow you. But to your horror, as you crossed the street so did the little billboard, getting run over in the process. You went to help it back up but by the time you got to it, it had already picked itself up and left.Â
âAll of this feels like a weird fever dream instead of a dream⌠People should really be cautious when driving here even if we canât get hurt.â You muttered, shaking your head before walking up a flight of stairs.Â
The place you were now at was called Aideen Park. Casino machines were lined in circles with a bigger one as a building, a small bar and lounge area, and a band playing in the middle of it all. You stared at the scenery in awe, taking a small stroll around the park and using the few Aideen coins you had to test your luck with the slot machines. Despite your dull luck, you still had a fun experience with the huge slot machine that towered above you.Â
âBetter luck next time, I guess...â You sighed, sulking over to the mini bar area they had for dreamchasers. Taking a seat at one of the stools, the bartender had come over to you to take your order.Â
âIâll takeââÂ
âPersonally, the Classic Soul Glad isnât that bad of a drink. You should try some, friend.â A voice interjected, coming from the seat beside you.Â
Turning to your left, you were met by the same blond bastard who stirred some trouble up at the reception desk.Â
âWe meet again, _____,â Aventurine smirked, his glasses tipped forward while swirling the contents of his glass.Â
Before you could politely decline and order the drink you were going to order, the bartender had already walked off to start making it. With a sigh, you turned your gaze to the right to eye the suddenly enticing exit.Â
âCome now, donât treat me like a stranger. Weâre friends after all!â He gave you a shit-eating grin, leaning forward to wrap his arm around your stiff shoulders. âIf I recall, friends donât just ignore each other.â
âNeither do friends stalk one another on their way to their hotel room, but here we are.â You grunted, shrugging off his arm. Aventurine held up his hand to his chest, a big frown on his face.Â
âYou wound me, _____.â He dramatically cried, slumping against the counter.
âDonât be such a drama queen Aventurine.â You rolled your eyes, bringing up the glass of Soul Glad the bartender slid over to you.
âIâd rather be a drama queen than a boring one.â You heard him mumble, taking a sip of his own drink. Rolling your eyes, you chose to look at whatever the TV was displaying. Not to your surprise, it played a bizarre advertisement for the Charmony Festival, bright colors and patterns fluttering across the screen. Looking at its dizzying display started making your head hurt, so you turned your attention to something else. Anything but the man that was sitting next to you.
âHow are you liking the festivities so far? Anything caught your interest?â His voice snapped you out of your thoughts, reluctantly turning to face him so you could respond.Â
âMm, Iâve been looking at some of the stores⌠Other than that, nothing else really. I saw a billboard get run over today.â You hummed, leaning against the counter. You held your drink with one hand, watching the ice clink to one side as you rolled your wrist to stir it. You had to admit, the drink did loosen you up a bit, making you feel a little warm inside. You couldnât put your finger on it, but the drink had reminded you of another from a distant planetâŚÂ
When Aventurine heard the last part of what you had said, he almost choked on his drink in surprise at the bluntness. âIâm sorryâ what?â He coughed, covering his mouth with the back of his fist.
âWhat?â
â...Nevermind.â He waved it off. âAnyways, those were the only things you saw today? Nothing else caught your eye?â
âNo? I was going to continue looking around later, why do you ask?â You eyed him suspiciously, watching as his grin grew a little wider. With his fingers drumming against the counter, he spoke.Â
âWhy donât I show you around? It would be quite a waste to not explore.â
Aventurine playing tour guide? Now this couldnât be good.
âI think Iâll pass.â Standing up from your seat, you fish out some cash for the bartender. âIâll be taking my leave now, thanks for the drink.â
âW-waitâ!â Aventurine sprung from his seat, chasing after you after he paid for his drink. You were quite the fast walker, he noted, finally managing to match his pace with yours.
Making an attempt at losing him was futile, proven by the fact that no matter what you did to get him off your tail, he was always right behind you. Through large crowds of dreamchasers, confusing paths, and many stairs, he was able to navigate through it all to keep up with you.Â
Eventually, you gave up trying to explore in peace, opting to listen to the gambler speak about some of his favorite spots in the dreamscape. From the casino he frequently visits, to expensive designer clothing stores, and even fancy restaurants or bars that have a refined taste for food and beverages. It was no surprise that Aventurine had an expensive palate.
As of now, the both of you were checking out a clothing store that had multiple floors. From silk pajamas to leather coats, the store was huge and contained all articles of clothing that caught both you and Aventurineâs eyes.Â
âWhat do you think about this one?â Aventurine asked, striking a small pose as he flaunted a magenta button-up with gold trimmings. He had a pair of slacks to match accompanied with his usual belt. You had to admit, it brought out the colors of his eyes perfectly.
âIt..suits you.â You finally replied after eyeing the outfit. Aventurine grinned at you. Pausing, you spoke up before you could think.Â
âIt really brings out your eyes.â
Aventurineâs grin faltered, taken aback by your blunt compliment. He knew that the tone of your voice and expression held genuine, yet it was odd seeing you expressing your true thoughts other than shrugging him off. His grin came back, yet this time, it seemed a little bigger.
âI appreciate the compliment, friend.âÂ
Aventurine went back in to change into his regular clothes while you wandered around, checking out clothes that piqued your interest. It wasnât long before Aventurine popped up right next to you, startling you.
âSorry for scaring you,â he laughed, âDid you find something you liked?âÂ
You put back what it was that you were holding, not really wanting him to see what style you were into. â..No, thereâs not much that matches my style.â You lied. He stared at you for a moment but shook his head.Â
âIf you say so.â
As you two started walking away, Aventurine made a mental note to come back at a later time, glancing at the hanger you were just holding.Â
Exiting the store and back onto the busy streets of Golden Hour, you were about to speak before Aventurine interrupted you. It seems he always beats you to itâŚ
âThereâs..a place that I want to show you. Iâm certain that youâll enjoy it.â Aventurine tugged you along by the arm, navigating through dreamchasers and vehicles. You had no other choice but to go along with him, but you didnât mind as you were curious as to what he was going to show you.Â
After slipping past some Bloodhound guards and Dreamjolt Troupe members, the two of you finally made it to a small lookout overseeing some construction going on in Golden Hour. Although you wanted to question Aventurineâs methods of getting here, you couldnât deny the scenery the place had to offer.
The view was breathtaking. The Penacony Grand Theater was in the far distance, stars streaming through the sky before ultimately fading out. The soft glow of the sun permeated the dark sky, mimicking the sunsets youâd often see in the waking world. There was a light breeze, expected as the two of you were quite high up, pedestrians and vehicles just specks beneath your feet. Walking towards the railing, you rested your elbows and gazed out at the horizon.Â
âThis..place⌠How did you find it?â You turned your head to Aventurine who took his place next to you, his arms crossed over the railing. Somehow, he looked more ethereal than before. Blond locks swept past his face in tune with the breeze, the lighting from the sun dancing across his skin which almost made it seem like he was glowing. You would never in a million amber eras want to admit it but⌠Aventurine was truly captivating.
Unbeknownst to you, he had thought the same.
âI stumbled across this place when I was scoping out the different dreamscapes.â He answered, eyes sweeping over your face. âThe scenery here was.. beautiful so I figured that Iâd show you this hidden gem.â Aventurine didnât know whether he was talking about the place or you, but he shook his head to rid those thoughts.
ââŚThank you, Aventurine.âÂ
âMy pleasure, _____.â
Both of you lingered there for a moment longer, engaging in conversation with small pauses when either one of you was lost in thought. His presence was comforting, allowing you to bask in the moment and reveal smaller details about you. Naturally, he did the same, but still maintained his own distance as did you.
You forgot how much time passed as you were lost in conversation, exchanging small banter with Aventurine which would end up in laughter. When you pulled out your phone to check for any missed messages, you noticed that there were a few urgent matters that you needed to attend to. It seems this small âtourâ session would have to come to a close⌠You felt a pang of disappointment hit you.Â
âMy crewmates are worried about me, I should get goingâŚâ You sighed, turning so your back was against the railing. âThank you for playing tour guide.â Aventurine snickered.Â
âNo problem, I had fun.â He paused. âIf..youâd like, would you like to meet up again for dinner sometime?â You noticed him adjusting his gloves and clothes, eyes meeting yours with a nervous glint. With a smile, you pushed yourself off the railing and started walking off in the direction of the exit.
âSure. Iâll see you soon, Aventurine.â
âSee you, _____.âÂ
Aventurine stood where he was, watching your figure slowly disappear. With a satisfied hum, he figured that he should get going as well before his colleagues got on his case. As he started walking, however, he noticed a small slip of paper hanging halfway out of his pocket. Unfolding it, there was a string of numbers with your name on it.Â
âYour contact info? How lucky of him.â He patted himself on the back.Â
With a delighted smile on his face, he walked back to the main streets of Golden Hour.Â
Aventurine could not wait to see you again.
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note - i'm back with another nameless! reader fic for aventurine. :) after a long longgg while i finally got some motivation to continue it and i had lots of fun writing it. i hope you all enjoyed!
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Captain John Price Headcannons
A/N: these are as realistic as I can make âem about to be, all of the headcannons I have are inspired by my personal experiences living on a military base & the experiences Iâve had with foreign military (even the Brits, playing cards against humanity with them was interesting)
Captain John Price x F! Reader
⢠You & Price met through Laswell, you were her intern turned assistant you had gone to college for international relations
⢠Your intelligence sparked his interest, Laswell had to do a whole presentation on their Task Force should interact with the women in some of the countries they completed missions in
⢠He was fully attentive & took notes the entire time
⢠When Price had asked you to dinner it took you by surprise initially, you were oblivious to his small gestures
⢠Heâd bring you coffee, always visit you at least once a day, & would offer to carry your bag into the office
⢠He took you to a nice little Italian restaurant
⢠He opened the car door, made you walk on the inside of the street, pulled you chair out etc.
⢠His parents & grandparents raised him to be a proper gentleman
⢠He ordered the nicest wine for the both of you
⢠Afterwards, you guys walked around & just chatted, the conversation flowed beautifully
⢠When he drove you home he walked you to your door & you kissed him goodnight, once you closed the door he had a shit eating grin
⢠That following Monday a giant bouquet of roses sitting on your desk with a sweet note from him
⢠Heâs so sweet on you, a true gentleman
â˘He found out how much you loved dogs & gifted you a golden retriever puppy
⢠You cried when he gifted the puppy to you
⢠After a year & a half of being together he proposed to you
⢠He used the Diamond from his grandmothers ring as your center stone, & he spent months with a jeweler custom making
⢠Laswell knew the entire time while he was planning the proposal & the ring
⢠Your wedding was a winter one the week after Christmas so everyone was able to take leave
⢠Soap, Simon, & other men he had served with were all part of the Saber exit you had at the end of your ceremony
⢠Soap was the one who cheekily tapped your behind with his saber to âproperlyâ welcome you into the military
⢠âMrs. Captain Jonathan Price, welcome to His Majestyâs Armyâ
⢠You guys opted for a nice cottage near post because on post housing absolutely sucks
⢠Shortly after you two had moved in, you had found out you were pregnant
⢠It terrified you initially & you came up with a creative way to tell John
⢠You picked up some Army themed baby onesies at the on post NAAFI (the British equivalent of the U.S. Militaries Post Exchange)
⢠You told him once he got home he had a gift waiting for him & he initially looked confused at the baby onesies, then it clicked
⢠The both of you decided to hold off on telling everyone until you were far enough long & starting to show
⢠You both decided to wait to find out the gender
⢠He treats you like a China doll while youâre pregnant (along with everyone else)
⢠Youâd wake up to him talking to your stomach, heâd tell your baby all about his day
⢠In office surprise baby shower happened & everyone went ham with the gift buying
⢠An emergency hostage rescue operation came across Laswellâs desk the week you were due
⢠You sobbed into him when he told you, he absolutely hated seeing you this sad
⢠Like clockwork the night he was already mid-mission, once he got back Laswell informed him you were in full blown labor
⢠John was crushed, one of the nurses held your phone up so he could at least watch his baby being born on screen
⢠He broke down once he heard the cries of their infant coming into world
⢠It was a boy, you decided to name him John as well both after his father & grandfather
⢠He met you in the hospital 12 hours later still in his gear
⢠As soon as he possibly could this man brought yâallâs son to work
⢠Laswell was all over him, constantly wanting to hold him
⢠You do own Tactical Baby Gear with âPriceâ plastered all over it
⢠I donât think youâd return to work after having your first kid tbh⌠it wouldâve been too stressful with Priceâs job
⢠You two definitely have more children, two boys & one girl
⢠Price 100% coaches your sons soccer (or if youâre not American; football) team
⢠Your little girl has him wrapped around her finger (along with her âuncles)
⢠He would sport a tiara & boa for her tea parties (any âuncleâ that came over would too)
⢠He brought his daughter & her little friends to the Eras Tour (he had a blast btw)
⢠I think your two sons would join the army to follow in their fatherâs footsteps
⢠He was so proud when they graduated from Basic Training
⢠Price on the battlefield is a hardened man but as soon as he walked into your home his hard exterior dropped & heâd go full on domestic he truly loves you & the life you two had built
â¨NSFWâ¨
⢠Price was the one who had been your first, due to the fact you focused more on school & your studies you hadnât been with anyone else
⢠He wears that like a badge of honor, knowing he was the first & only one to show you how you should be treated in bed
⢠somewhat discreet office sex
⢠youâd like out a whimper or a moan & heâd whisper âmmmm you gotta be quiet sweetheart, you donât want anyone to walk in hmmmâ
⢠you have sucked him off while heâd been on calls in his own office
⢠he smokes cigars while you ride him in your backyardâs hot tub
⢠youâre a moaning mess on his cock & heâs just taking in the view of you bouncing up & down on him
⢠heâs 100% an ass man
⢠has a HUGE corruption kink, & loves being called âdaddyâ or âcaptainâ
⢠he has a collection of nude Polaroids of you hidden in his bucket hat, Soap accidentally found one that had fallen out & Price immediately ripped it from his hands
⢠He definitely bought you sex toys before he leaves for deployment
⢠you two go at it like rabbits when he comes home (makes sense how yâall have three kids)
⢠you gave him a blow job after he was honored at a military ball in the bathroom, as a thank you for his service đ
⢠People assume you two are vanilla & bland in the bedroom as oatmeal but boy looks can be deceiving
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Just A Little Late
𩻠- Synopsis. The day comes when Aaron realizes he has to talk to you. Is he able to repair your relationship or does he get the rejection he knows he deserves?
𩻠- Warnings. Angst. Fluff? Possible ooc!Aaron. Mild description of blood and a fire.
𩻠- Authorâs note. Thank you all so much for the love of this mini series! I have an epilogue in store if youâd like :)
A couple hours after you got home, your phone buzzed. Looking down, you saw âBig Boss đ â on the lockscreen and glared down at the glowing box. With a trembling hand, you unlocked your phone and read the message.
From Big Boss đ : Itâs Hotch. What are you doing tonight?
To Big Boss đ : Why do you care?
You bit your lip after sending. Were you being too harsh? You felt your heart sting. You hated being mean to Aaron, the man who had previously fought tooth and nail to be by yours (and your teamâs) side. But after he chose not to visit you or even communicate with you during your stay at the hospital⌠itâs safe to say you felt betrayed on another level.
From Big Boss đ : Because you are apart of my team.
You scoffed. âReally? Are you fucking serious, Hotch?â
To Big Boss đ : Didnât seem like that when you apparently didnât have a word to say to me when I was in the hospital. Or at the restaurant.
With tears in your eyes, you threw you phone at the wall as hard as you could. The sound of the screen shattering and broken glass falling to the floor was exactly how you felt.
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Spencer and Derek were the ones that went to find you. You were two (full!) hours late to work. Every minute you didnât show had Aaronâs heart rate picking up. But he knew he couldnât go to find you. So he sent Spencer and Derek, telling himself he couldnât keep hiding from you forever.
Spencer unlocked your door as Derek swept the front and back yard. A precaution, but Spencer was worried nonetheless. Because you were never late!
âY/n?â Spencer asked, his hand finding the gun strapped to his hip. âAre you alright?âÂ
He heard a loud sigh and guessed it was you over the sound of the T.V.
Derek nodded at Reid and they both toed cautiously toward you, completely unaware of how youâd react to them being in your home. Uninvited.
âMama? You alright?â Derek asked, eyebrows furrowed.
Spencer looked around. You phone and a bunch of glass laid in a pile near the wall. You had clealry thrown it from a distance- from the couch? Had you even gotten up?
âWill you lay with me?â You tiny voice asked. You were completely swaddled in a blanket leaving only your eyes and nose peeping out.
âI-â Derek started, clearly taken aback by your actions.
âOf course we will. Move over, you. Derek, call Hotch and tell him we might be a little late.â
Derek watched Spencer sit down on your couch with wide eyes and an open mouth. âI- yeah. Alright. Iâll be back in a second,â he said, pulling his phone from his pocket. He stepped outside and shut the door as he dialed.
âHotchner?âÂ
Derek rubbed his head with his hand. âWeâre at y/nâs. Sheâs-â Derek sighed. âShe looks horrible, man. She looks like she cried all night and didnât get up at all during the night. Her house is clean, but she did a number on her phone. Whatâs goinâ on with our girl?â
Hotch felt his heart squeeze in his chest and suddenly he couldnât breathe. You cried all night, your phone was lying in pieces, and you even had Derek worried. Aaron had to fix this. âI donât know, Derek.â Liar, Hotch thought. âStay with her. Get her up and moving, Iâll be there soon.â
âOkay. I donât know what you did, Hotch- and donât lie to me because weâve all seen it- but you need to get your shit together.â
Aaron felt a singular teardrop run down his face and land on the stained wood of his desk. The dial tone blared loudly in his ear and Hotch felt like the biggest asshole on Earth.
Derek went back into your house and locked the door. âWhat are we watching, nerds?â The man patted your blanket-covered legs and sat down.
As Spencer explained the show as briefly as Specer could, both men acted like the didnât see the tears fall out of your eyes and your body shuddering every time you inhaled. Spencer let you play with his hands to keep from picking at your lips until they bled.
Eventually, Derek convinced you to go get cleaned up and dressed. When you came back out, Derek persuaded you into letting him braid your hair (props of having sisters) as Spencer picked something to watch.
You had just started laughing when you heard someone know on the door. Derek tutted poshly and refused to let you move until he finished the braid.
âBetter hurry up,â Spencer commented uselessly from your couch, munching on popcorn you didnât even know you had.
You scoffed. âGood idea, Reid.â
âOff to the races, you,â Derek joked, pushing your head forward when the braid was completed.
âYou both suck. Never letting you in my house again-â you muttered, opening the door. Words fell right off your tongue.
Outside your door, Hotch held out a concerningly large boquet of your favorite flavors. Your mouth fell open and you felt like slamming the door. Just as you started pushinf the door shut, however, Derek swung open the door.Â
âY/n, please listen to what he has to say. I think you need to hear it.â
You looked accusingly at Derek, eyes flickering between the two men in front of you. âNo. No! Because why would I listen to a man who wasnât there! You didnât show up! You. Werenât. There. Get out of my house. Get off my property. I quit. My documents will be at your desk tomorrow. Leave. Get out!â You yelled, pushing Derek out of your house (no small feat, my God) and yelling at Aaron.
Spencer swiftly avoided your glare and flailing arms, leaving Derek and Hotch to fend for themselves.
âY/n, please. Just five minutes. Listen to me- five minutes!â Aaron pleaded. His voice cracked and he faltered against you.
You had moved from Derek to Aaron, trying as hard as you could to push them out the door and onto the grass. âNo! Please just leave me alone. I canât- you made your point when you couldnât even look at me after I came back to work!â You yelled, not noticing the tears sparking in the back of your eyes.
Derek was glad almost every other adult was at work- the screaming match you and Hotch were holding wasnât pretty.
Aaron let you push him out the door, but held onto the porch railing. âYou were the one distancing yourself from me-â
You froze for a moment, looking at him with so much hurt in your eyes, Spencer assumed you had just gotten your spinal cord severed. âBullshit! Youâre lying to me and you know it, Hotchner. You- you left me there. Dropped me off at the hospital and left! âOh, yeah! Her face is so torn up now, sheâs so scarred and fucked up, I canât be seen with her!â Is that what you were thinking when you left me there? Huh?!â
âMedic! I need a medic!â
Hotch tore away from the firefighterâs grip, bounding over the lawn to where our were choking on smoke. âY/n!â
You tore at the ground with your bloodied fingers, slowly going limp.
Aaron didnât feel the heat of the fire as he slid one arm just under your neck and another arm under your knees. âPlease, y/n,â he whispered, navigating through the burning building , blood dripping from your wounds into the threads of Aaronâs clothes.
He held onto your hand as you were pulled into the ambulance on a gurney. Ash and soot streaked his face, but he hadnât looked away from you. Despite the deep knife wound that twisted and warped your face, despite the burns on your body, and despite your faint breathing, Aaron held on to you. Crying and pleading and hoping.
When Rossi had finally tore his hands from yours, he watched dazedly as you were rushed into an OR. For hours he must have stood there, watching the floor. Waiting.
Waiting.
âI- I love you, y/n! I couldnât watch you die in some sterile room where I canât help you! So I left. I left and couldnât bring myself to see you because this,â he said, gently running a finger from te top of the scar down to where it ended at your collarbone, âthis tells me that I failed. I failed you, y/n m/n l/n, and I know nothing I say will excuse that, but the fact that I failed to protect youâŚâ Aaron looked away. âI couldnât- I couldnât stand the fact that I failed to protect ome of the only people I care about.â
Your hand came up to hover where Aaronâs was, still resting on the edge of your collarbone. âI needed you,â you whimpered, voice shaking. Your lip quivered as the man who said loved you stepped closer. âI needed you and you werenât there. You left.â
Aaron nodded vigorously, his own tears falling down his face at your words. You were so close to him, letting his hand trace you carefully even though a part of you still hated him for not being there. Aaron hated him too. âI know. I know, y/n and Iâm sorry. But- but Iâm here now. I wonât leave unless you tell me.â
You leaned forward and latched your arms around Aaronâs waist and fell, crying into Aaronâs expensive shirt. âI hate you, Aaron,â you wailed, vice-like grip on his jacket tugging him even closer to you.
Aaron closed his eyes and let you fall into him. âI know you do, y/n. I know.â One of his hands rested on the back of your neck and the other kept baby hairs off of your face. âI know,â he whispered, crying silently.
Spencer and Derek both nodded, knowing your relationship (and horribly harbored feelings) wasnât hopeless after all.
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when teddys like two or three months you and carl are in a patch of him not being around and he comes home one day and she gives him no reaction or loves, and someone she sees frequently she is gummy smiling at them
oh this would wreck him. like the freezer scene has nothing on what this would do to him.
so the bear is doing really well. like really, really well, but they've got some competition. this new restaurant is moving closer and a little too close. they already tried to take marcus and syd, and carmen is stressed, falling back into his old ways. he feels like in a way he got himself here bc he had a baby and got lazy in a way- distracted, is more like it. as awful as that sounds, that's how he felt.
teddy's about six months and carmen's been at work non-stop. comes home late, if you go to the restaurant he barely has time for you, he's tightly wound and hateful- loses his temper quickly. richie tried to talk to him, tina, too; and he told them the same thing- to mind their own business.
you miss carmen, you do. but when you tell him that, he tells you he's here now- now being when he's practically collapsed in bed beside you.
it's the roughest patch the two of you had ever been through, and carmen doesn't even seem to realize it. until one day. the other restaurant got moved to the other side of the city- something about the building being mysteriously shut down for shoddy wiring (uncle jimmy had nothing to do with it!!)
carmen's feeling good. feeling like he can breathe again.
comes home early and you're surprised. he's happy and excited, but when he goes to teddy, she cries.
that tiny baby cry for you, just a little whine of sorts that she does when a stranger tries to hold her.
a stranger.
"teddy," carmen coos, trying again. "it's daddy, teddy bear."
teddy just turns into your shirt, whimpering and clinging to you. you watch carmen's heart break- the fall of his face, eyes widening into horrified realization.
"i think she's cranky, carm. it's her nap time-"
"she doesn't even know who i am." carmen's tone is hard- hurt.
"no, she's just a little sleepy, carmen. look, teddy, look," you coo, bouncing her lightly to coax her out of your chest. "look, baby, it's daddy."
teddy seemed to recognize the word, eyes lighting but she didn't relate carmen to that. blinking and looking around like she was looking for her dad. carmen's face crumbled, running his hands over his face to keep himself from sobbing in front of you.
you didn't know what to do, how to make it better. "i'm going to smoke." carmen rasped, voice tight with emotion, snatching his cigarettes off the table and going outside.
he called the only person he knew to. richie. breaking down, raw and emotional, begging him for any sort of advice on how to make it better.
"cousin, she's a baby. you got time to fix this. she won't even remember this-"
"-she doesn't even remember me." carmen sniffed hard, knee bouncing as his chest bubbled over with that familiar painful panic. "my own kid doesn't know who the fuck i am. what the fuck richie? what's fuckin' wrong with me. all i ever do is fuck everything up-"
"-hey, cousin, i'm stoppin' you right there, ok? let me be honest with you. this ain't about you, ok?" richie huffed. it was mean and cutting but it was true. "this isn't the time to be feelin' all sorry for yourself and shit, ok? you left your wife alone with that baby and you've been a real jagoff- like i said."
carmen hated it, hated that he was right, hated how he felt.
richie continued. "instead of sittin' in there like an asshole, why don't you go inside, take a few fuckin' days off, and get your shit together."
"cosuin, i-i can't do that-"
"- holy fuck, carmen. ok, let's try it again, alright? go inside. quit being a self loathing jagoff piece of shit, and take a few days off to be with your wife and kid, ok? i got the place for a few days." richie snapped.
"richie, we're booked for the next-"
"-look, do you trust me or not?" richie snapped.
"yeah, yeah, i trust you, c'mon." carmen muttered.
"then i got it, alright? if i need you, i'll call you, but for right now- your family needs you. if this was tiff or eva, i wouldn't even think twice about it. go be with your family, and fix this shit, you dumbass." richie huffed.
carmen took richie's advice. finding you in the bedroom, folding teddy's teeny tiny baby clothes. it made carmen sob. heavy heaving cries and mumbled apologies while he clung to you.
the next four days, carmen wouldn't leave the house. wouldn't leave your side or teddy's. he'd gotten her hesitantly out of the crib, eyes red rimmed when he cooed at her and changed her. she didn't cry this time, even giving him a tiny gummy smile that had him emotional all over again.
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THIS IS WHY YOU SHOULD NEVER DRINK BEYOND YOUR LIMITS (OR MAYBE YOU SHOULD?)
p â CHOI SOOBIN x gn! reader. g â fluff, humor, lovestruck! soobin being a little dummy. w â drinking, swearing. 1.2k words.
note â heavily based on the manhwa âdaybreaking romance" (soob as dong saebyeok ifykyk đŠ). won second place in the poll (wdym we've been dating for 2 months??) so here u go!
the last thing soobin remembers after blacking out last night is the look in your eyes that nearly pulls him back into sobriety.
nearly, because he still wakes up on his living room rug the next morning, a burn on his cheek, without the recall how the fuck he got home, without a hint of what happened in between the blurry moments of now and seeing you outside the bar last night. the icy breeze still feels raw on his skin. the conflict in your eyes as his consciousness slips is still vivid in his memory.
choi soobin has become one with the rug, unable to lift his head up in shame and horror, until he remembers he still has an afternoon class to attend and the possibility of having made a fool out of himself in front of his ongoing, unrequited first love while he was drunk off his rockers isnât a viable excuse for an absence.
âdid you get home safe last night?â
the scribbles in his head become even more tangled up when you greet him in the classroom with a pleasant smile. âi think my head is gonna split open,â you say, taking the seat next to him, and soobin is looking at you with wide, unblinking eyes. âwhatâs up?â
âwhy...why are you hereâŚ?â is his chosen question, not did i do something stupid last night? nor will you forgive me for blacking out in front of you last night?Â
you reply by cocking your head. âam not allowed to sit here?â
âofâ of course you are.â shit, youâre too cute, soobin thinks to himself all in the midst of racking his brain as to what the fuck did he do last night, and why the fuck did you decide to sit next to him when prior to last night, you two have only been close enough to exchange greetings in the hallways, return smiles during unexpected meetups at the campus cafe, and text each other when youâre assigned group work.
âso, where do you want to eat?â
âhuh?â he blinks at you.
âwhat?â you look up at him after fixing your things, ready to leave the lecture room. âhow about hangover soup? that sounds good, doesnât it?â
choi soobin believes that there are still remnants of last nightâs insobriety in his system because the back of your head looks fuzzy as you tug on his sleeve down the hallway, the voice youâre speaking with sounds far away and before he knows it, youâre having lunch with him. watching a movie with him. riding the bus with him. taking photos with him. doing assignments with him for the next thirty days with the haunting unsettlement that the key to your sudden friendliness might have been lost along with his memories that night.
âmaybe they feel bad for you,â yeonjun pitches after soobin finally confides about his overdue dilemma. âyou know, you can get pretty emotional when youâre wasted. maybe you cried in front of them and they think itâs their fault so theyâre trying to console you. why donât you just come clean and admit you canât remember?â
like a punch to the jaw, a memory flashes through a film reelâ a cold, prickly breeze. streetlights illuminating the crack behind the restaurant. and your face blurred by cloudy tears and unmistakable sniffles from his own person.Â
âoh my god.â
if being pathetic was a crime, choi soobin wouldâve been locked up in jail ages ago.
the thing is, coming clean was soobinâs plan before everything spiraled into daily lunch meet-ups and nightly texts. at some point, he lost the timing to come clean and apologize, but youâre asking him if heâs free this weekend because you got for lotte world, so maybe you donât find him annoying for pathetically crying his eyes put in front of you, right?
then again, maybe yeonjun was right. maybe youâre only doing all of this to make him feel better. but consolation usually doesnât last for a month and a half (and his heart shouldnât be fluttering when he watches you scream in delight, arms tossed in the air as you swing back and forth on the viking ride. soobin knows heâs a piece of shit for not having apologized yet. but you look so pretty smiling at him so often, so dazzling when you laugh at something he says, so breathtaking when youâre doing absolutely nothing that heâs tempted to live in eternal ignorance if it means loving you a little closer).
âsoobin.âÂ
your voice hits like a reality check, two months since his drunken mistake. âi know youâve been meaning to tell me something. you can just say it.â
and just like that, the dream heâs been living in is bound to dissolve into reality one day. his saliva feels like gasoline when he tries to swallow down the guilt, but it only bursts into flames and swallows him like an inevitable forest fire. ânevermind,â you sigh. âi know what youâre going to say anyway.â
soobin is so used to your daily smiles that his heart wrenches when you reveal somberness for the first time.
âyou want to break up, right?â
but when the fire burns out, what remains are ashes of confusion.
âwhat?â
âit feels like nothing has changed before and after we started dating. you wonât even let me hold your hand! iâm sorry for not meeting your expectations. you donât have to keep forcing yourself to be with me.â
âhâhuh?â soobin blinks. âwhenâ when did we start dating?â
youâre looking at him like heâs insane. âsoobin, i confessed to you two months ago.â
then it hits him.
âdonât you remember?â
like sudden rainfall in the middle of summer.
a cold, prickly breeze. streetlights illuminating the crack behind the restaurant. youâre there in front of him, so pretty and lovely and cute and your words fly above his head because, âyouâre so pretty. youâre always so pretty. why are you so pretty?â and his knees start shaking when your laughter bursts carbonated bubbles in the air, putting his drunken rambles to a halt.
âsoobin do you like me? because i like you. i donât think i can settle with just helloâs and greetings. i just like you a lot,â your words settle in his ears, slowly, surely. âwhat about you?â
suddenly, his cheeks are wet.
âoh noâ iâm sorry, i didnât mean toââ
âi like you so much i could cry right now.â he already is. heâs crying as much as he likes you. heâs crying out the feelings heâs been collecting for the past year and in the form of plump tears rolling down his blushing face and shaking hands holding onto yours so gently and earnestly because heâs afraid if he holds you too tight, you might disappear into thin air.
but itâs his memories that disappeared. choi soobin wants to tear his face off but even that wouldnât be enough of a repentance.
âyou can punch me if you want.â
heâs so in love with you that he remembers the color of the shirt you wore on his birthday last year, but he forgot the most important moment of all his twenty-two years of existence. the shirt was purple, like his arm after you took on his offer for violent retribution. itâs alright because he deserved it. itâs alright because you kissed right after.Â
THIS IS WHY YOU SHOULD NEVER DRINK BEYOND YOUR LIMITS (OR MAYBE YOU SHOULD?) Š hannie-dul-set.
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