#just because I’m living under another adult’s roof

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

So I went to a library instead of the Kingdom Hall for the first time ever. It stays open until roughly when the meeting ends. Hopefully nothing super eventful is happening over there that I’ll be expected to know about when I get home lmfaoooo. If anything does it’ll be like that one episode of Everybody Loves Raymond where the guys go to bet on horse races instead of therapy, and then it turns out the therapist died three weeks ago when the ladies see his name in the obituaries.

[butchpeace]

My older brother is an autogynephilic TIM.

After a long time of trying to hide my real feelings and convince myself to be supportive, I came to the conclusion that I couldn’t do that anymore.

I believe that a main motivation for his transition was jealousy towards me growing up. It’s become increasingly clear that he genuinely just wishes he were me.

He was misogynistic, controlling, talked down to me and treated me like I was stupid during our childhood. As a teenager, he got interested in pedophilic anime. The kind with the characters who look like little girls but are supposed to be high schoolers. He likely became interested in yuri manga at this time - pedophilic anime lesbian porn.

The way he treated me had a very negative effect on my self esteem and mental health as a young woman, and that was part of what led to my trans identification and eventual transition. I hated him. But he had also been part of what shaped my negative self image, and I had internalized it. The idea that I was stupid, not worth the same as he was, that my feelings didn’t matter, that I was a burden on the family. It wasn’t just him, but my childhood in general shaped me into a self-hating young woman who felt like she needed to escape and become something else.

A few years after I began transition, he “came out”. We were living under the same roof at the time, and I was truthfully very uncomfortable. I was uncomfortable all the time, and didn’t feel at home in my own home. And I kept trying to push that feeling down because I thought it was the right thing to do. I thought I was being judgmental, that my instincts were wrong and I shouldn’t listen to them. That’s when I started peaking and started to consider detransition. I found a roommate and moved out. And even then I felt guilty, because he whined about not having anyone else to live with.

When he changed his name, he was pissed off that he hadn’t been born female, because he wanted my name. He said this in front of the whole family. That he doesn’t know what name he wants to go by, his only idea was what he would have been named if he were female, which is my name. He ended up choosing one of the most cliche TIM names you can choose. Another time, someone asked him his favorite colors. He told them his favorite colors were the ones I always said were my favorite as a kid. This isn’t a coincidence - It’s a specific list of colors.

These sound like just little things, and most people would brush it off, but they instantly made my brain go into red alert mode. Since then he’s become very outspoken about being a “lesbian”. He talks about wishing he could find a girlfriend, being a “lonely lesbian”, a “useless lesbian”, being “soooo gay”, whatever. He has the flags, he suddenly likes cats despite being allergic and never liking animals at all before. He watches anime and tv shows with lesbian characters and thirsts after characters like Vi from Arcane while talking about his “gender envy”.

He makes objectifying comments about women’s bodies, calls himself and my female family members “bitch”. Infantilizes himself and loves to talk about how “weak” he is. There are too many things to list honestly. All the ways in which it’s obvious that he has no idea what being a woman actually is.

We’ve only seen each other a few times a year at most in the years since then, and I’ve just tried to avoid and ignore and not engage in conversations with him. All the while he acts nice, like he never did anything harmful to me growing up, as if being trans was his problem and “becoming a woman” fixed him. As if I’m the one being unreasonable for being distant and not having a close relationship.

I’m seeing more and more clearly how hollow it all is. How fake it all is. How probably perverted it all is. He was a harmful influence on my life. And now he acts like he’s a woman, and it’s hollow, and somehow he thinks that means it’s all erased and forgiven.

We’re both grown adults now, and he only physically hurt me once as a kid, but growing up seeing him fly into a rage every time I didn’t agree with him still makes me afraid of the threat of violence from him. That’s part of why it was so hard to speak up and why it’s still uncomfortable to be around him.

The crazy thing is that I know multiple detrans women who have TIM older brothers. I’ve heard from other women that there seems to be a trend of lesbians in general with TIM older brothers. There’s a pattern here, and it’s not a good one.

We need to be talking about this. Stop the silence 📣

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Crash and Burn 5

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Tony Stark

Summary: a powerful man comes crashing into your life. Literally.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

You sit on the back porch, reading a book as you avoid the dingy tabacco laden walls inside. After claiming a couple slices of pizza, you quickly evacuated, your mom latched onto your guest like gum beneath a diner table. You're happy enough to be alone.

You just want it all done with. You want to be done with him.

Your mom just needs to do one thing. Get the trailer and be done with the man overdosing on his own ego. She's never been on to let things go, especially nothing like this.

The screen door opens and closes. You stay as you are.

“Your chariot awaits, princess,” Tony declares as he approaches. You look up as he stands behind you.

“What do you mean?” You close the book and stand, not liking how his pant leg touches your arm. You face him as his mouth slants, the silver in his goatee catching the dimming sunlight.

“Me. Gonna take you for another ride.” He rests his hand on the wooden railing as you stand on the step below.

“No,” you say bluntly. “I have work tomorrow so I need to go get ready for bed.”

“What’s the matter? If you don’t like pepperoni, you could’ve said something,” he tilts his head. "I thought you had extensive experience with meat... workong in a deli and all."

“Really? You know this isn’t about the pizza,” you sneer.

“I know what it’s about as well as you.” He steps closer and looks down at you. “It’s this.”

He swirls his finger between you.

You narrow your eyes and grimace. “This... what?”

“Sexual tension. It’s like a noose, isn’t it? I’m close to gagging.”

You glare back at him, “you really believe every woman on earth wants you?”

“I know it so let's stop fucking around just get to the fucking.” He winks.

You laugh. A snort then a scoff then a guffaw. “Wow, what a line. Look you can buy us pizza and replace what you owe us but I'm nor impressed. You city people think we're all just a bunch of trailer trash and maybe we are, doesn't mean we wanna be like you.”

“Oh, but you definitely want me,” he intones.

You sigh, “I want to go to my room and never see you again.”

“I like that. The hard-to-get thing always gets me going.” He gets closer and you lean away.

“The hard to stand thing doesn't do it for me,” you retort. “Thanks for doing the bare minimum but I'm over it. Either we get what you destroyed or you go back and laugh at your little mistake with your rich buddies.”

“You're sounding bitter, sweetheart. Why don't you let me give you some sugar?” He reaches for you and you dodge his hand.

“Please, quit that. I told you, I am not into it.”

“You aren't? Well your mom sure is. Yeah, we made quite the deal. She's going to get her trailer and an empty nest.” He puts his hands out in nonchalance, “what can I say? I'm a great negotiator.”

“What–”

“Well, I mean you're not going anywhere here. Working at a deli and for what? I told her, you don't gotta be stuck here. Eating off her table, living under her roof. You're an adult.” He crosses his arms and smirks.

Yep, that sounds like your mom. She's reminded you a billion times how you've burdened her with your existence, just as your grandmother does to her. And he plucked on that string until he hit a harmony.

“What did you do?” You ask.

“You make it sound like I did something wrong. Sweetheart, I'm doing you a favour. I'm getting you out of this pit. A girl like you, you can't hope for better because I'll tell you something, there's nothing out there better than Tony Stark.”

He preens in victory. You squint and clap the book against your leg.

“Come on, everyone should see New York at least once,” he tries to tap your nose and you evade him, but not entirely. Instead, he hits your chest and you feel a sudden constriction across it.

Your ripped up by your chest as metal expands and twists around your torso. You shriek as you fly upwards, encased in a cocoon the blocks out the wind. The propulsion of the suit has you disoriented and rattling.

You hear a whir and look over to see the marquee red and gold of the iconic Iron Man. Tony grabs you, your gauntlet caught against his like a magnet, and he zooms off onto sky, dragging you with him. You cry out as you can do nothing but flail.

“Relax, sweetheart,” he voice comes through the speakers built into the helmet, “you don't wanna pass out in this thing. Trust me.”

“What the hellllllll!” You holler.

“Just wait till you see that New York skyline,” he chortles.

Your disbelief paralyses you. How can he do this? Well, you can't stop him. He's been enabled his whole life and you've just become another pawn to his games.

[notsoattractivearenti]

You’re Safe With Me (Mason Mount x Reader)

WC: 1.6K

Warning/Tags: toxic mother-child relationship, emotional abuse, verbal abuse, cursing, angst, protective!bf

A/N: i really didn’t feel good today, so had to channel my negative emotions into the healthiest way possible (aka writing). this one's really angsty, tho dw it has a happy ending. hope you guys enjoy and i’d love to hear your thoughts thru ask/reply/reblog 💗 apologies for any errors! feedbacks are highly appreciated 🤍 (ps: if you want to be added in my taglist just lmk!)

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Even though you are an adult with a good job and stable income, you still live under the same roof as your mum. She is a single mother, and as her only child and family, you didn’t have the heart to leave her on her own. You care so much for your mother, yet she has never exactly been kind to you since you were little. She never physically hurt you, no, but her words have never failed to leave scars inside your heart. And by living with her, that means you constantly have to face her spiteful words and feeling helpless.

You met your boyfriend, Mason through a mutual friend 6 months ago. Knowing how famous he is, at first you thought he would never be interested in a nobody like you, but you were glad you were wrong. You and him clicked right away, and a month later, you both decided to be in a committed relationship.

You have never felt so truly loved before Mason came into your life. Constantly got brought down by your own mother, you always thought you don’t deserve love even from yourself. But Mason shows you that you deserve everything good in the world, and he helps you gain your self-esteem and change your negative view of yourself. He sees through you, loving you for everything you are, and makes you believe unconditional love is not just a myth.

Mason asked you to move in with him to Manchester last week, and after having long talks through the phone for days, you decided to accept it. It might sound fast, but you were really certain it’s the best decision and truly excited to live with the love of your life. But the hardest thing to do is to tell your mum you’re going to move in with your boyfriend, which means you have to relocate to another city. You have always wanted to live on your own, and though you feel guilty, you finally think it’s time to live the life you’ve dreamt of even if it also means you have to leave your mum.

Today, you finally have the courage to tell your mum you’re moving out soon. And of course, she doesn’t respond well.

“I didn’t raise you to be a selfish brat like you are today!” She yells at you.

“Excuse me? Selfish brat you say? How am I fucking selfish, Mum???” You can’t comprehend being called so by her.

“The way you want to move away and leave me to, and I quote, ‘living my life the way it should have been’, doesn’t that sound selfish to you? Stop thinking about yourself, Y/N! The fucking world doesn’t revolve around you!” She continues yelling.

“I have dedicated my life for you, Mum. I have basically lived to ‘serve’ you. I respected you, tolerated your actions no matter how badly those might affect me, I cared for you…” Your voice starts to break, “...because I love you. But I’m sorry, I’m not a superhuman and I have my limits...”

“Bullshit!” She denies. “You ‘serve’ me no shit. I gave up my exciting, beautiful life to raise a child who turned out to be an ungrateful person. If you really love me, you will not leave me. Let alone to live with some guy.”

“He is not just some guy, Mason is a guy who loves me. And genuinely cares about me. He makes me happy and helps me realise that I deserve so much better, Mum!”

“I deserve so much better!” She shouts even louder while aggressively pointing at herself. “And please, you just want his fucking money and fame. Why would a guy like him fall in love with a self-absorbed wretch like you?”

Her words, as always, instantly break your heart into a million pieces. You love her dearly, but you aren’t sure if she loves you too, though you know one thing for sure: in her eyes, you will always be on the wrong side.

“I…” You are completely shocked by your mother’s response and at that moment, you can no longer hold back your tears. You run back into your room, lock the door and cry your heart out.

—

After calming yourself down for a little while, you grab your phone to video call your boyfriend. You really need someone to talk to, and he is the one who can easily comfort you.

“Hey, baby!” Mason picks up the phone, he looks excited to see you.

“Hey…” You whimper, your eyes are still red but you try to conceal your sadness.

He immediately becomes very concerned. “Y/N… What’s wrong?”

“Nothing…” You shake your head weakly. “Just had another fight with my mum…”

“Fuck.” He instantly knows your mum doesn’t take the news well. “Please, whatever it was, don’t listen to anything she said about you. You are not whatever she said you are.”

“I feel like I am… She is right, I’m a selfish brat for leaving her.” I start crying

He is heartbroken to see how much your mum has wounded you deeply. He would do everything he can to help you look at yourself beyond your mum’s hurtful words – because he knows how unpleasant your mother is and that you are nothing like your mum would say.

“Stop it Y/N! You are not selfish to think about yourself! You truly matter, baby. Your feelings are valid. She has treated you like shit all your life, even God knows you deserve to live a better life away from her.” He assures you.

You can’t seem to say anything, you just really feel like shit.

Worried about your wellbeing, Mason takes an impulsive but necessary decision at the moment for your sake. He doesn't want you to suffer any longer; he just has to get you out of there as soon as possible.

“Y/N, go pack your things. I’m going to book a flight right now and pick you up. It’s time to leave… I’ll be there in no time.”

You actually have packed most of your belongings days ago, so you let him know you’re practically good to go.

“Good. See you soon, my love.” He hangs up the phone.

—

Hours later, Mason informs you with a text that he is coming to your house. Once you hear Mason’s car pulling over, you say goodbye to your room then bring your belongings downstairs. You want to leave without saying goodbye to your mum because you don’t want to hear her saying whatever she is going to say. You open the door quietly and Mason is about to help you when you see your mum catch you before you even leave the house.

“Hey! Where the fuck do you think you’re going!?” Your mum runs toward you and tries to harshly grab your arm but Mason denies her.

“Stay away from Y/N.” He says as he points at her. He then tells you to leave your belongings and get into the car immediately – you follow his direction right away.

“Who the fuck do you think you are!?”

“I’m someone who will love Y/N and protect them. Because their mother obviously can’t do her one fucking job.” He calls her out.

“Fuck you!” She fumes. “They’re my child, I fucking raised them, I have the right to know everything about them and do whatever I want to them!”

“They’re a fucking adult who gets to do whatever they want, including leaving a horrible mother like you. You have no right to control them. The only person who gets to control their life is themselves.” He defends you.

“I beg to differ.” She scoffs. “You’re just a little kid talking nonsense.”

“Listen to me, Y/M/N.” He speaks so intensely to your mum. “From now on, you are out of their life. They are going to live the life they deserve. You are no longer allowed to interfere with their life in any fucking way or any circumstances.”

“Oh please, you can try to keep us apart however you want but they’re going to need their mother, arsehole.” She replies as she sneers at him.

“Y/N has my mum who loves them as her own child. They will never need you, Y/M/N. And sooner or later, you’re going to realise what a good child they’ve always been, how much your life depended on them, and what a horrible mother you have always been.”

Before your mum gets to say anything else, Mason walks out of the house with your belongings in his hands, slams the door on her face and gets into the car. You see how visibly angry he is the moment he gets out of your mum’s house, though you know he is angry for you. You haven’t stopped tearing up ever since before Mason came to pick you up, but the tears are falling down on your face even more now – but this time, those are the tears of freedom, the tears of joy. The second Mason got out of the house, you know you’re finally safe. Him and his family are your safe haven now and you can’t wait to finally be around people who are genuinely supportive of you. Most importantly: you are safe without your mother, the one person you love so much but couldn’t even appreciate even the littlest thing about her one and only child.

As Mason gets into the driver’s seat and starts the car, he notices you are crying. 

“Hey, hey, you’re all good now, baby.” He reaches an arm out and rubs your shoulder, then wipes away your tears with his fingers. “You’re going to be okay.”

You nod your head and hold his hand.

“Thank you, Mase.”

“Don’t mention it, my love.” He continues rubbing your shoulder to comfort you. “As long as I’m living, you’re safe with me.”

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[sinsandsweetness]

i have stepdad!rick brainrot rn, i’d love one where he punishes the reader for being out past curfew, rick sitting by the door watching another boy drop her off

i’m so excited to see where you go with this omg <33

cw- stepdad!rick, dub con? kinda toxic tbh but… it’s fictional so… all for funsies <3 oh and um… not proofread (is it ever anymore?)

The porch light is on and you know you’re screwed. Walking up the creaky steps to the front door and gently turning the handle. Your stepdads figure, standing at the counter sorting some papers. He glances over at the sound of the door latching behind you.

“Nice of you to finally show up,” His gaze goes back to the stack of papers he’s sorting.

You place your bag on the stool next to him and go for the fridge. Grabbing a glass of water and taking a sip before answering.

“We lost track of time, I didn’t mean to-“

“It’s 1 in the morning. Curfew is 11.”

“I’m an adult. I don’t have a curfew that’s ridiculous.” You almost laugh.

“You live under my roof don’t you?”

He’s fully focused on you now. Standing there. No papers in hand.

You want to scowl back. But you’re already in trouble. And being a brat won’t help your situation. Not when Rick is already coming in at you. Backing you into the corner cabinet. Your ass hitting the cool marble as he approaches. Cornered.

“Answer.” He demands. Annoyed. No. Angry.

“Yes. I do.” You day through a clenched teeth. He’s still in his work clothes. The police uniform that Deanna gave him way back when they first arrived here. When he first met your mom. When he first took notice of you.

“Who were you with?”

“A friend.”

He breaths out what you assume is a laugh. An unimpressed huff of air and the smallest hint of a smirk pulling at his lips.

“A friend, hm. Don’t know many friends that touch eachother like that.”

He must have seen you. Watched the boy drop you off from his spot on his chair under the living room window. Watched you kiss the boy goodbye after he opened the car door for you. No doubt catching the way his hand grabbed your ass when he pulled you in for another.

Though Rick seems exceptionally calm if he had seen.

“I’m sorry.” It’s not sincere. And Rick can hear it too.

“About the boy? Or about being out past curfew. Curfew that’s been set in place for all of Alexandria by the way. Not just you.”

“Since when?” This is news to you.

“Since one of your friends fucked up and got three of our people killed.”

There was an incident. A recent one. Only a few days ago actually. Some pretty heavy drinking was involved. Shitty decisions were made and it cost the community three precious lives. An open gate in this world will do that.

“I didn’t realize. No one told me.” You’re telling the truth. He must sense it because his jaw relaxes slightly.

But he moves in even closer. If that was possible. You feel trapped. A heavy weight pulling you further into the counter space between his hands. Ricks strong arms framing your entrapment.

“You missed the meeting,” he leans in, though it doesn’t feel particularly intimate. More intimidating than anything. “I wondered why that was. Wouldn’t have to do with some… friend would it?”

You shake your head. Your heartbeat is off the walls and you want him to close the gap between you so desperately. You want him to bend his own house rules and make a fucking mess out of you right here on the counter. Right here in the kitchen where your mother could walk in at any moment.

Right where he refuses to touch you out of his own moral agenda. Outside it didn’t matter. But in this house, touching you was rare.

He’s so close it hurts. His nose almost brushing your cheek. The stubble on his jaw scratches your cheek as he moves to whisper in your ear. Lips so warm against your ear. Brushing the gold metal hanging from your lobe.

“I don’t believe you.”

His voice is quiet. Soft and deep. But It makes you shiver as if he’s just yelled at you.

“I-I…“

“Shhh,” he cuts you off. He’s smirking against your cheek. Though nothing about his demeanour is funny. You’re in trouble. That’s all you know.

“You broke the rules. And you lied to me-“

“I’m sorry-“

“Sweetheart, if you interrupt me one more time, your ass is gonna be sore for a week.”

You gulp. Fuck. Ok.

“You’re not getting away with just a slap on the wrist this time. Not tonight, baby.”

He kisses your lips. Gentle and warm. And you’re more than eager to kiss him back. To make it up to him. Anything. Everything. All for him.

It’s not like the boy from outside means anything. He’s nothing compared to the man you live with. The one that sleeps down the hall from you every night. Tempting you with just the smell of his skin and the blue in his eyes.

Your arms wrap around his neck to pull him in close.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper against his mouth between kisses. Muffled and faded into the moans that can’t seem to stay put.

“Sorry doesn’t cut it this time, sweetheart.”

You tug on his hair. Hoping he’ll just let you give him your body as a form of repentance. But it won’t be enough. He needs to punish you himself. To show you some real discipline.

“What are you gonna do?” You ask finally, pulling away for a moment. Just for show really. Giving your most innocent doe eyed act in hopes of even a smidge of pity from the officer.

He doesn’t buy it for a second.

He smiles and your heart skips a beat. You know by the look on his face that you’re in for a night. A week. Maybe longer.

You realize quickly that it isn’t a matter of what he was going to do to you. It was a matter of what he would refuse to do to you. No matter how hard you begged.

And judging by the arousal already seeping through your panties, he’d have you begging on your knees in no time.

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[daemour]

Promise - Hongjoong

Part of Anthology

Every two weeks, I will post a drabble (and sometimes longer) alongside a prompt that went with it. The prompts may be songs, scenarios, or more.

M: Hongjoong

Wc: 1874

Warnings: Cursing, arguments

Genre: angst, some fluff, hurt/minimal comfort, e for everyone, established relationship

Summary: An argument with your boyfriend turns into something worse, and you're not sure how to come back from it

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Hongjoong works hard, it’s not hard to see. He spends all his time in the studio whenever there’s a comeback, a tour, or an event. It’s commendable, and you love him for it, but it also wears down on your relationship. It’s the fifth time he’s come home late this week, and the other two days he just didn’t show up, sleeping on the work couch. You tried to bring up your worries as peacefully as possible, honest you did. But sleep-deprived and stressed-out Hongjoongs are not known for their patience.

“Hongjoong, I’m just trying to make sure you take care of yourself.” You’re done with this argument, but it appears your boyfriend is not.

“I don’t need you to do that, (Y/N),” Hongjoong bites back. “I’m a grown adult and I can make my own decisions.”

You shake your head, exasperated. “I didn’t imply you were anything else, but why don’t you try acting like a grown adult then?” You’re definitely not helping the argument end, but at this point, you’re quite annoyed at him. “You can’t not take care of yourself and then get mad at me for worrying. I’m not your parent, so stop making me baby you.”

“Then fucking leave,” Hongjoong’s voice comes out cold and you recoil. The two of you have had your fair share of fights, as all couples do, but never before had Hongjoong used that tone on you. No matter how angry he was at you, he wouldn’t ever speak to you like a pest in his life, nor has he ever cursed at you in a serious manner.

“Fine. Fuck you too, then,” you hiss, tears filling your eyes. Without another word, you spin on your heel and leave him standing in the middle of the living room by himself.

As you head down the street with nothing but your phone, you start to regret your decision. It would’ve been more safe and just as impactful if you locked yourself in the bedroom for a few hours. It’s windy and the fall air has a chill to it, and as if to prove your point, you feel drops of rain on the top of your head. As soon as you duck under the roof of a nearby convenience store, it starts to pour and you roll your eyes angrily, the bad weather not helping your anger at all.

After letting the anger stew in your gut for a minute, you pull out your phone with a sigh. You debate calling Hongjoong, but you’re still sore from the fight and would much rather eat grated cardboard than be stuck in a car with him. Your friends are not an option because they’d immediately notice your anger and you can’t tell them about your relationship with Hongjoong, nor do they know you’re even in a relationship in general. So you call the next best option.

“(Y/N)?” What’s up?” Understandably, Wooyoung's voice is full of confusion. You have all of the Ateez members’ numbers in case of emergency, but you’ve never needed to call them aside from Seonghwa once. “Is everything okay?”

“I’m sorry to call you out of the blue, but I got caught in the rain after an argument with Hongjoong and I don’t really want to be in a car with him right now.”

Wooyoung sighs. “I told Seonghwa it was a bad idea to let Hongjoong go home all pissed,” he mutters to himself or another member, you don’t know. “I’ll be right there, okay? Send me your location.”

“Yeah. Thank you,” you sniff and end the call, not wanting to seem even more pitiful than you already feel. One text from Hongjoong glares at your face. ‘This is Yunho. Come back when the storm ends.’ With a scoff, you delete the notification and huffily enter the convenience store.

One iced tea later, Wooyoung walks in, San tagging behind him to no one's surprise. “(Y/N),” San greets you with a smile and it hits you that Hongjoong hadn’t smiled once at you the entire time he was home that day. “Are you doing all right?”

At the kindness you miss seeing from Hongjoong, you break down. San and Wooyoung immediately surround you, wrapping you in their arms and ushering you to the car where you can cry in peace. Once you’ve calmed down enough, you explain everything with the occasional hiccup and sniffle. “I shouldn’t have pushed him, but he’s never said that to me before,” you end with a groan and let your head fall on the back of the passenger seat.

“No, yeah, that was out of line for him to say,” Wooyoung says and San makes a noise of agreement. “I get being tired, we all are and he has worked extra hard, but he shouldn’t take it out on you. He knew he was frustrated, and he should’ve taken some space or even asked you for some space more politely.”

“It wasn’t your fault, (Y/N). You weren’t looking to argue, it only escalated because he snapped,” San reassures you.

You sigh, nodding miserably when your phone dings. This time, Yunho texts you from his own phone. ‘Come back soon…he’s worried and so he’s angrier’ and it’s followed by a couple of emojis. You frown. “Should I go back? Yunho is with him and says he’s angrier cus he’s worried.”

San and Wooyoung exchange a look before Wooyoung speaks up, turning the key in the ignition. “Tell you what, we’ll go with you and if Hongjoong acts out of pocket again, we’ll bring him back to the dorm and get a manager noona to stay the night with you.” And as much as you don’t want to inconvenience one of their staff, you also don’t want to be left alone in the apartment and you begrudgingly agree.

When you walk back in the door, you see Hongjoong pacing the floor with Yunho on the couch attempting to placate him. “Hey guys,” he waves and you smile back and mouth a ‘thank you’ just as Hongjoong registers Yunho’s words.

“Where were you?” Hongjoong whirls around and glares.

“I left, just like you told me to, Joong. Are you ready to to talk like adults now?”

“Don’t lecture me when you went gallivanting into the rain with your holier-than-thou attitude,” Hongjoong starts to argue again but San’s low, dangerous voice interrupts.

“Finish that thought and you’ll have more pressing things to worry about, hyung. You’re coming back to the dorm. Now.”

Hongjoong scoffs. “You can’t kick me out of my own apartment,” he glowers, crossing his arms.

You’ve had quite enough. “They can’t but I can. Get out, Hongjoong. You’ve relentlessly insulted me and I do not deserve the attitude you think I do. Go to the dorms and cool down and don’t come back until you’re ready to act your age. The lease is in my name, I can and will kick you out right now, Kim Hongjoong.”

You’re tired, and you exit the room without another word, slamming the bedroom door behind you. You hear murmurs in the hallway and the faint noise of footsteps fades. A knock sounds on your door and you recognise Yunho’s voice. “I’m sorry about him, (Y/N). He’s been testy for the past few weeks. I called our manager to come and I’ll leave once she gets here. Take care of yourself and I beg of you, please don’t hate him.”

His voice fades and you can’t bring yourself to say anything. Your thoughts swirl in your head, confusion, hurt, all of the above. And once you hear the quiet mumblings of Yunho and the manager silence, you let the tears spill out of your eyes and you fall asleep soon after.

When you awaken the sun is up and you can hear the manager talking with someone in quiet tones. You’re somewhat sure of who it is, but you’re not sure you want to deal with that. It appears you’re going to have to, however, as the door closes and you hear familiar footsteps walking down the hall. Grumpily, you cover yourself with the blanket and do your best to pretend to sleep.

“(Y/N)? Can we talk?” You don’t grace him with a response but he’s known you for too long to fall for your acting. “I know you’re awake.”

“There’s not much to talk about,” you mumble under your breath but he hears you anyway and the bed dips as he sits beside your body.

"There's a lot to talk about, (Y/N)," Hongjoong's voice is quiet. "Let me lead with this—I'm sorry."

You tighten your grip on the covers. "Are you sorry or are you just trying to suck up to me? This isn't something we can just gloss over."

Hongjoong laughs sullenly. "Yes, Seonghwa made sure I understood that clearly," he sighs and you can't help but smile to yourself at the thought of Seonghwa reprimanding his leader. "You know, Jongho threatened me?"

You manage a chuckle. "That I can believe."

A hand rests on where he guessed your head to be and you don't shake off the touch. "But aside from that, I really am sorry. I had no right to take my anger out on you or lash out, especially like that. You didn't deserve that." Hongjoong still speaks softly, solemnly. "I know I hurt you and I promise to do all I can to remedy that."

You pull the covers down a little to peek at him. "My anger waned a while ago, Joong. I'm more hurt than anything and I hope for your sake and mine that you never do it again."

Hongjoong nods and you can see the sincerity in his eyes. "I promise you, I'll hold you tight always."

-

Bonus:

"Hongjoong, I hope you know how immensely disappointed I am in you. " Seonghwa's glare and his crossed arms are what greet Hongjoong at the entrance into the dorm. Hongjoong groans but Seonghwa just shakes his head and the leader silences. "For someone chosen to be a leader, you do a shit job under stress."

"I know you're mad, but you will give me respect," Hongjoong hisses at the sound of Seonghwa cursing, but the oldest member tsks.

"Well, now you know exactly what you put poor (Y/N) through, and she handled it a hell of a lot better than you did." The rest of the members' heads peek around the corner to stare at the rare sight of Hongjoong getting scolded and the leader has half a mind to tell them off but Seonghwa's having none of that. "I want you to ruminate on the damage you caused to your relationship, and apologise first thing in the morning. (Y/N) loves you, Hongjoong, and you better work hard to prove you deserve it."

At Seonghwa's tone, Hongjoong finally slips out of the daze he's been in all day and his eyes widen. "I fucked up, didn't I?"

Seonghwa nods. "You did. Fix it the best you can and I'm sure she will forgive you."

"I peomise I will," Hongjoong declares and Seonghwa smiles but his arms remain crossed.

"You tell her that. I don't need to hear it."

[cheeeeseburger]

Dream girl Part 7

Next part

Sidney Crosby x Reader

Masterlist

A/N: What is this, another part on the same night, with a third one on the way? I'm on fireeeeee. Anyway, English is not my first language, enjoy!

Quickly, you and Sidney fell into a routine. He made you breakfast in the morning; you packed him snacks with a little note. The note was usually a joke, and it always made him smile.

At night, when he was not busy playing in another city, the two of you would cook dinner together. He knew you hate touching raw meat, so he cut the chicken while you seasoned the veggies. Sidney thinks his life was meant to look like that.

But he also noticed the way your eyes watered when you looked at your cellphone, or how you avoided attending his games in person. It didn’t take a genius to figure out who the texts were from and who you were not looking forward to see again.

So far, you had managed to hide to your boyfriend that you were living with Sidney. The rookie still thought you were living with your friend. The captain just wanted to scream it to the world, but you wouldn’t let him, afraid of creating drama, especially since the playoffs were soon approaching. The rookie still thought you were living with your friend, and you let him believe that.

Sidney’s feelings were as strong as ever, but he wasn’t sure about yours. He knew for a fact they were there because of your promise to him, but also because he noticed them in the heat charged gazes you sent him and the way your eyes would trail his mouth, his jaw, his chest.

For his sake and the sake of your relationship (which was nothing but your two names on a dotted line because of the condo), you two established nonofficial limits. Of course, there had been moments when those rules were nearly broken, but how could they not, when two consenting adults were crazy for the other and living under the same roof?

The Penguins had just won the game, and Sidney was on fucking fire. It felt good to win, but it felt even better knowing you would be waiting at home for him.

When he did come home, though, you were not waiting for him in the living room like you usually did. Instead, he heard vague noises coming from upstairs.

“Sweet? Are you okay?” He nearly ran upstairs and knocked on your door.

“Uh, yeah. Just a second, please!” After a minute or two, you opened the door, a slight flush on your cheeks. “Hey, Sid. Congrats on the game. You played so well. That second goal was phenomenal.” Okay, you were definitely blushing and avoiding looking at him.

Suddenly, he recognized those sounds. You had made similar ones back when you and the rookie were still living together in his basement. The noises, the light layer of sweat, the blushing, it all made sense: you were touching yourself, and hopefully, you were thinking about him while doing it.

“Thanks, sweet. Glad you saw it. I just wanted to check up on you. I’m going to let you finish now.” He said that last part with a wink. Busted. You turned crimson. He was grinning from ear to ear.

“Um, yeah. I’m going to do that. Goodnight!” You nearly shut the door in his face. He heard you say “oh my god” repeatedly under your breath. Sidney chuckled. He was secretly glad you closed the door so quickly because he wouldn’t have been able to hide his erection any longer.

He entered his own bedroom, not fully closing the door. His hand was immediately in his pants. Knowing that you were doing the same thing basically next door did it for him. None of you knew, but you finished at the same time.

Sidney avoided the rookie at all costs in the locker room without it being too obvious. It took all of his self-control to not punch the defenseman in the face when he talked shit about his girlfriend that refused to talk to him. In his mind, he had done nothing wrong. Fucking idiot.

One Tuesday, while he was brushing his teeth, you came into the bathroom and sat on the counter. It was clear it was a rough night for you. Your phone had been blowing up all night and he heard you curse your boyfriend’s name. Sidney just wished you would break up with him. He did not know why you refused to, even though you would clearly never get back with him ever again. You acted like you were taken anyway, never daring to cross a line with Sidney. It was not his place to comment, but it was starting to burden him. He wanted to understand, but the old posts on your social media of your perfect relationship were a constant reminder.

“I wish I could be your mistress.” He nearly spit out his toothpaste. “What?”

“Yeah. That way, I wouldn’t be cheating on anyone.” Honestly, that was a pretty cheap thing to say. It was selfish and you only said it out of misery.

“But I would have to cheat on someone, and I would never do that to anyone.” Maybe his tone was cold, because your eyes misted immediately.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that, Sid. I just meant that I want us to be together, but I can’t cheat on him either.”

“Then why don’t you break off with him?” The words came out harsher than he intended them to.

“I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know! It’s so stupid, but I can’t bring myself to, and he only wants to have me back. I know he’s awful to me, but he was my first love, and I always imagined we would get married someday, you know? I guess I’m waiting for a good reason, even though I have an endless list of reasons why!” Tears welled up in your eyes.

“Hey, hey, don’t cry, okay? I’m sorry for saying that. I guess I’m just impatient, and maybe a little bit hurt.”

“Oh Sidney, I’m so, so sorry. You have to hang on to my promise, because I will stay true to it. I never wanted to hurt you. It won’t be long, I swear. I want you, Sidney Crosby. Will you wait for me a while more?”

He sighed softly. “Of course I will, my love. I’ll always wait for you.”

To seal the deal, you softly pressed your lips on him. At first, he was too shocked to do anything, but Sidney quickly returned the gesture with a soft kiss. He shared the taste of the toothpaste with you. A few seconds or minutes later, you pulled away shyly.

“Goodnight, Sidney.” You jumped of the counter and Sidney watched you leave the room in awe, his feelings even more conflicted than before. At least, you had given him hope.

The next day, the note on his snack was a kiss. Like an actual kiss made with your lipstick. He pinned it proudly in his locker.

[yuriisclumsy]

𝐀𝐫𝐜 𝐕 — 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝑭𝒐𝒍𝒌, 𝑪𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔 𝑫𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑨𝒄𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒚 𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔

𝐀𝐫𝐜 𝐈𝐕 | 𝐀𝐫𝐜 𝐕 (you are here) | 𝐀𝐫𝐜 𝐕𝐈

Authors note: Hi. Tis I, your author. I have been writing nonstop for the last few days, and I have things planned out for a couple weeks. BTW, I'm planning on writing for my novel, and other projects not involving fanfiction. Wish me luck! PS. I kinda lied. I have another fanfiction I'm working on, that I won't post until I have at least 15 chapters in.

The Common Folk

–As stated in previous Arcs, the residents of the Divine City are generally of good nature, with the giving out of food to the Up-holders, to community service. They like to reciprocate what they receive. Do them good, and you’ll receive twice the good you gave back.

╰Of course, there are exceptions–those being of the people that live in the upper section; there are bound to be bad apples no matter where you go. It can’t be helped.

–One thing the people are invested in: is quality. This applies to everything; from products, to services, heck, even when talking to people. They want to leave the best impressions they can muster.

╰Expect to be overwhelmed the first time you speak with a local when arriving in the city.

–Contrary to common belief, politics play an important role for every adult within the city. There are elections, law voting, regular committees, and so-forth. Your average Democratic nation–or as democratic as the monarchy allows it to be.

╰It appears that middle aged men are prone to drag youngsters to their side and explain why they voted for a certain individual. It is advised to avoid such conversations, unless you yourself enjoy it. You have been warned.

Class Difference

–Because of the difference of where you can live in the city, there is resentment in the hearts of many who live in the middle and outer sections.

–Many of the residents of the core section have developed a superiority complex. Given that they are allowed to live there, merely because of the fact they were blessed by the gods, gives them pride and honor, not wishing to mingle with those they deem inferior.

╰Do not tell a soul I said this, but…if a child from a family from the middle or outer sections was accepted into an Elite Academy, they would be the center of hate and be chastised by those core pigs.

Academy Students

–Academy students usually spend their days studying their depression and sleep deprivation away. Often finding them congregated in libraries or search facilities by the masses.

–They are tough cookies, and extremely professional when talked to. But they are just kids, they enjoy playing games, making pranks, and – most importantly – taking naps.

╰Students say the best places to sleep are under trees, the beach, and in the rooftops…though, that seems to be influence of a certain roof-sleeper we know.

–Out of all the academies, Tridalia Academy has it the hardest. Why? Because, not only do they have to study law, psychology, and communications, they also have to study martial arts and weaponry.

╰Yikes for all those trying to be Upholders. They have my respect.

…: ≧◉ᴥ◉≦

???: *Sight…*

???: What is it, child?

…: (ง︡'-'︠)ง

???: You…what?

???: You want to fight a powerful villain?

???: Why, in heaven's name, would you do that?

…: ٩(˘◡˘)۶

???: For fame?

…: (ㆆ_ㆆ)

???: Oh.

???: You want to be strong enough to protect me?

…: ᕙ(`▿´)ᕗ

???: Well that’s a better reason than fame… 

???: But why?

…: (◉‿◉)つ

???: Because you like me?

???: *Smile* …Hhmp.

???: Of course you do. I’m amazing.

…: (꒪⌓꒪)

???: Pfff…! Haha..HAHAHA!

???: Look at your face..! Hahaha!

???: Oh! You never fail to amuse me!

…: (┛ಠДಠ)┛彡┻━┻ *Angry Noises*

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[bcolfanfic]

could we hear more about side b poly ev/helen/jean

ohohoh you sure can!!!

el dorado is side a and the lil helen jamie scene i posted is referencing some stuff happening when helen was staying with her after nash died and croz cheated. but ah. side b.

- croz ): god. my heart. sweet boy. you shoulda called someone. your girl and your beautiful kids needed you ):

- after the funeral ev and helen more or less move jeanie and the kids into their house

- it’s supposed to be temporary, they just don’t want her to be her alone. her family and croz’s folks are both unsupportive. their kids get along and *they* love her so. it’ll be good. temporarily. (:

- except they play real fast and loose with temporary and 6 months go by and she’s still there and sleeping in their bed more frequently and nothing *happens* but her being in there safe with them just makes sense.

- side b helen and jeanie have the same history they do in side a so i think shit happens between them first. and it’s not something anyone really blinks much about. they’re best friends. it was comforting when it was helen with the dead husband. ev certainly doesn’t care.

- but ev. ev ev ev. ev, who has more or less been parenting the crosby kids the last almost year. ev, who holds little baby simon and prays that he remembers his dad’s face. ev who sits up with jj and rebecca when they can’t sleep and tells them stories about croz and sleeps on the floor when april is scared of the dark.

- ev who hasn’t ever been hesitant to kiss jeanie on the head when she’s having a bad day with everything and tell her she’s a good mom. tell her that croz would be so proud of her and that /he’s/ proud of her.

- of course she falls in love with him. who wouldn’t.

- but realizing that obviously scares the shit out of her and there’s a whole lot of projection bickering for a minute.

- snaps at him for disciplining rebecca telling him she’s not /his/ child and that maybe he’s getting his role here confused. but he kinda snaps back and is like if the kids are under my roof, i’m gonna do what croz would when they’re acting out. you’re welcome to leave if you don’t like it!

- he’s projecting from a place of Feeling things too <\3

- jeanie snaps back all ohhh so you’re kicking me out, i’m so sorry for interrupting your PERFECT little life with your wife. you two can get back to what you were doing then and i’ll go.

- starts getting choked up which breaks ev’s heart because he’s like ): i don’t want you to leave if you don’t want to leave. but you’ve been at my throat lately and you gotta be honest about where this is coming from. if you live here, we communicate like adults.

- and she gets spooked and bolts upstairs <\3

- helen coming back from the store just in time to hear the bedroom door slam: 😁😄😀😧 ?????

- is immediately ev what did you do and he’s like ???!? throws his hands up all hell if i know! (you do know ev lmao you also need to communicate)

this is getting long but i can continue in another post if ppl are interested !

[bertiblogxiv]

So I want to make a post with everything Berti lore I’ve worked out so far, partly for my own benefit and partly for my ffxiv swap partner :D

Under the cut is a rough (very rough) Berti timeline (warning for spoilers from ARR to EW):

Berti’s parents were shady dealers in Limsa Lominsa who got caught up in a pirate conspiracy just after he was born. In order to keep him safe they smuggled him onto a boat due to go to Gridania - he assumes they died after that but he’s never been totally sure, it’s not like Sea Wolf Roegadyn are rare in Limsa and he has very little information about them.

He was found in Gridania and eventually taken in by the botanist’s guild and grew up there without any specific person to call a parent but plenty of adults to make sure he ate and had a roof over his head. Still, he always felt distanced from his peers growing up, especially as he started to grow wider and taller than the majority of people in town (sidenote, how early do Roe grow so big? Square please give us baby Roes in the new EXP).

Until he was in his 30s Berti lived life in Gridania as a botanist. He had a little cottage, took on foraging work and was admired for his extensive knowledge of the local flora, though he struggled with the public-facing social part of the work and tended to leave that to others. He was happiest (and still is) on his own in the woods.

At the beginning of ARR he’s 32-ish and at first very confused about everything that happens (I imagine the echo starts coming in then he ends up talking to Papalymo and Yda and then it goes basically as in game, with a bit less adventurer odd jobs), but after the calamity and war and everything else he’s quietly angry about the world and does feel a little relieved he maybe has the power to do something about it.

After this point it gets vague because its mostly just ‘as it happens in the game’ until I can finish my second playthrough and see the story again with Berti in mind.

But in general, he starts off as a conjurer, because magic based on the forest makes the most sense to him and he’s never been a very violent person, doesn’t think he’d be any good at close combat. Around HW he dabbles in Astrology and afterwards blends the two, taking bits he likes of each philosophy.

He never really considered having kids before, but the twins become essentially his surrogate kids - I think he’d struggle with being a bit jealous of Fourchenault when first meeting him (and also really hate him at the very first meeting), but has to let the kids go. He finds it hard though and is especially close to Alphinaud.

He’s uncomfortable with people that praise him profusely and treat him like hes a saviour. He finds it hard to talk with Graha because of how much he clearly admires him. Other Scions he gets along with fine but isn’t really close to anyone except Urianger and Thancred, who he got to know better during the Eden raid storyline.

During STB he realised he had feelings for Raubahn but there was like, a whole ass war going on, so he held off on saying anything. When at the beginning of SHB he poofed off to the other world he panicked thinking he might not ever get to tell him, so as soon as he got back to the source he went to tell Raubahn about his feelings. By the end of EW I imagine they’re married.

After EW he’s quite happy to give up the hero mantle for a bit and get back to some botany and casual sight seeing, jokingly calling it his retirement (I’m not sure how much time the main story is meant to be? But he’s probably pushing 40, so totally an old man for anime standards :P).

There’s other little things like somewhere in there I think he had an affair with redolent Rose and he’s friends with Merlwyb, though finds her a pretty blatant reminder of the world his parents might have come from which is both a comfort and a pain sometimes.

When I have more detailed and formulated ideas, most likely after that second playthrough (barely started before raid tier ate me) I might make another post :D

[captain-hawks]

Hello! I'm a new follower but I'm already devouring your works (and trying hard not to spam haha). I love your spicy sleepover games, it's such a fun theme! For the threesome weekend, can I request Oikawa and Atsumu? Thank you!!

(hihi welcome<3! thank you so much!)

friendly competition

atsumu miya x f!reader x tooru oikawa

c: 18+, competitive idiots, 2 ex boyfriends under one roof, squirting competition, fingering (double fingering penetration?), [implied unprotected p in v, creampies, cum eating]

SPICY SLEEPOVER WEEKEND — THREESOME EDITION!

“Just cause ya think you’re a god on the court doesn’t mean ya know how to make a girl squirt, dumbass.”

“I’m shocked any girls even let you get that close to them with that shitty dye job, Miya.”

“I’ll have you know I’ve fu—”

“Neither of you are getting any tonight if you don’t grow up.”

Atsumu and Tooru’s mouths both snap shut at the same time, and they have the decency to at least look somewhat apologetic as they glance down at you 

It’s certainly not how you originally planned on seeing tonight pan out, lying in your bed between both of your ex-boyfriends who you weren’t even sure really knew each other beyond a mild acquaintance in the world of professional volleyball—but clearly they despise one another. 

“Is being a conceited dickhead a prerequisite to being a pretty setter?” you ask sweetly, glancing between the two of them.

Atsumu opens his mouth, looking like he wants to say something, but Tooru punches him in the forearm, quicker to take a hint. 

You dated Atsumu for a few years in college—you lived together in a shitty, one-bedroom apartment—and your intense, year-long fling with Tooru came a couple years after that. Neither relationship ended up working out, but you’ve stayed friends with both of them, passively keeping up with their volleyball careers and texting them every so often to razz them over bad serves and embarrassing paparazzi photos. 

On your way home from work this evening, you’d received simultaneous texts from Atsumu and Tooru, which was an odd coincidence in and of itself. But the real kicker was finding out that both of them were staying at the same hotel for a volleyball conference—a hotel which had closed for emergency repairs an hour earlier due to a partial floor collapse. And because neither of them could find last minute accommodations, they both asked if they could crash on your couch.

Without thinking too much of it, you said yes to both, figuring it wouldn’t be an issue. 

Spoiler alert: it was, indeed, a fucking issue.

Given your lack of a spare futon and their delicate sensibilities, you had suggested that because you’re all adults, one of them could sleep in your bed with you. The mattress is certainly large enough, after all.

Thinking back, you’re really not sure what possessed you to say it, given that they’re both the kind of people that will take their competitive nature to the grave. The argument had unfolded over an array of takeout boxes spread across your coffee table, nearly resulting in several chopsticks to the eye when they both tried presenting a case for who deserved to sleep in your bed.

While neither seemed to be under the assumption that sleeping in your bed meant you’d be fucking, the conversation grew cruder by the minute regardless, Atsumu nearly on the verge of whipping out his dick and a ruler just to prove a point.

You could blame it on the lack of compatible matches you’ve found across dating apps lately, or your vibrator that finally gave up and kicked the bucket last week. 

But deep down, you knew the real reason for the tide of heat stirring in your gut—the fact that the two men seated on either side of your couch were the two best sexual partners you’d ever had in your life.

And that they were both also the only two people that you could fathom would be down for the ridiculous, hormone-fuelled idea brewing in your head—

Competing for the bed.

Sexually.

You’d struggled to find quantifiable parameters to judge them both on, going back and forth for nearly an hour until you threw your hands in the air, exasperated, and blurted out, “Well, nobody’s ever made me squirt.”

–

“So remember, when it’s your turn, you can do whatever you want to me—within reason—to try and make me squirt. When your time is up, you have to stop and switch. You’ll go back and forth until one of you wins, and winner takes the bed.”

Atsumu and Tooru both nod.

“How are we deciding who gets to start?” Tooru asks.

Six tied rounds of rock-paper-scissors later, Atsumu’s seething as he points a figure inches away from Tooru’s face and barks out, “You fuckin’ cheated.”

Tooru shrugs, offering him a wink before shoving him halfway off of the bed and climbing on top of you.

It’s odd how it doesn’t feel strange at all, staring up into Tooru’s soft brown eyes as he gazes down at you, your eyes fluttering shut as he cups the side of your face and strokes a thumb over your cheek. 

Despite the years between now and the last time you found yourselves in this compromising position, it feels like no time has passed at all as he murmurs against your lips, “Hi sweetheart,” in the ghost of a kiss.

Something hot and insistent yawns awake inside of you, your lips parting slightly as his mouth scrapes over yours, your empty fingers twitching slightly from where they’re palm-up beside your head. You know it’s muscle memory—the way his hand slides up your wrist, fingers intertwining with yours as he presses down.

He takes your other hand and does the same, sliding both so that they’re pinned to the mattress above your head, his hips pressed against yours while he brazenly licks his way into your mouth just the way he knows you like it. 

“You taste like honey,” he murmurs, a trail of spit hanging between your lips as he pulls away slightly before taking your bottom one between his teeth.

It was always a little difficult to breathe around Tooru, all that vibrant, fiery, addictive space he took up in your heart. 

“Alright, time’s up, get the fuck up,” Atsumu grumbles, tugging at the collar of Tooru’s t-shirt. 

Tooru releases you, holding up his hands and shooting you a smirk before sliding down to the end of the bed. 

When Atsumu gets on top of you, it’s different—the feeling that floods your veins. It’s a soft, bright, all-consuming warmth, memories of late nights buried under the sheets and quiet, lazy Sunday mornings spent in bed with him. It’s still blistering, the edges of this heady attraction you don’t think you’ll ever be able to shake, but it’s carefully shaped by the tender afterglow of familiarity.

“Hey baby,” he grins, your heart somersaulting in your chest as he presses a slow, gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth.

And then your nose.

And then your forehead.

It makes you ache, the way he never forgot this silly little game of teasing, delayed gratification. The way it became a ritual, your fond huffs of frustration as the path of his kiss deviated far beyond the reach of your mouth—from your shoulders, to your tummy, to your ticklish ankles.

There’s a pleased sound that rumbles in his throat as you unconsciously thread your fingers into his hair, just like you always used to, tugging his mouth against yours. His hands cradle your face, his lips a searing band that sets your pulse alight and thrumming wildly in your chest. 

“I kissed better than that in high school, next,” Tooru sighs, unceremoniously tugging at the back of Atsumu’s mussed blonde locks.

He glares, squeezing your left hip once before rolling off of you.

“I’m surprised neither of you is rushing into this,” you observe as Tooru takes Atsumu’s place, trailing his finger along the thin strap of your sundress.

Tooru leans in, pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss to your sternum. His other hand wraps around your waist, and he chuckles quietly under his breath as your body arches upward into the sensation of his tongue caressing the place where the plunging neckline of the dress meets the swell of your breasts.

“Well it’s not going to work if you’re not turned on,” he murmurs, hand coming up to cup one of your breasts

He uses his thumb to drag down the material just enough to expose your peaked nipple, dragging his tongue in circles over the pert bud until you’re biting your lip to hold back the keening noise in your throat.

“I miss the pretty sounds you used to make for me,” he sighs, tugging down your dress further to let your tits spill out. “And these, I really miss these.”

He leans in, closing his mouth over one, noisily sucking and lapping at your tit as you let out a loud, trembling moan. 

“Tooru.”

“Switch!” Atsumu barks out. 

There’s a looking glimmering in Atsumu’s eyes—that determined, one-track focus he gets on the court before a serve. But it’s scalded with the simmering edge of the darkness blown out in his pupils that leaves you all too aware of the rapidly pooling arousal in your panties.

Seemingly of the same mind, Atsumu runs his tongue along his lower lip, mouth curving upward as he slowly pushes up the skirt of your dress until the black lace is on display. Spreading your legs, he settles between your thighs, holding your gaze as he pointedly drags a finger over your clothed cunt.

You know he’s not commenting on how wet you are because he knows Tooru will take all the credit. 

Instead, he leans in, lips lingering against the shell of your ear as he murmurs, “We both know how wet I can make you.”

Unbothered by the barrier of your panties, Atsumu begins to massage your cunt from the outside, carefully watching the way the rising and falling of your chest accelerates with each pointed stroke of his thumb across your swollen clit. 

And then he pushes your legs open a little wider, clearly having not forgotten the way you love to be spread open, and you have to press your face sideways into the pillow to muffle your brazen, needy moan when he starts to finger you through your panties. As badly as you want to feel the bare stretch of his fingers inside of you, there’s something about the way the sticky, wet lace drags against your slick, tight walls that has your legs trembling, a fresh gush of arousal leaking out of you.

“Fuck,” he exhales, fingers curling around your hip as he watches you rock your hips into his touch, trying to take him deeper despite the way your panties are limiting his movement. 

“My turn,” Tooru cuts in, and you nearly groan in frustration as the pleasure simmering between your legs vanishes instantly at the loss of Atsumu’s touch.

Tooru spots the furrow in your brows and makes quick work of your panties, slipping them off and tossing them aside before coming to lay beside you. On your other side, you can feel Atsumu settle down into the same position.

“Hands off, Miya,” Tooru snaps.

“I just thought we were all getting comfortable,” Atsumu sighs dramatically, curling his hands around the pillow like a portrait of innocence.

Tooru rolls his eyes before leaning in close to kiss your neck, blazing a hot, damp trail of plush lips and sharp teeth as his deft fingers slide down the slope of your abdomen to rest atop your slick mound.

Having closed your legs slightly, you spread them wider again, and he takes your cue to slip one long digit into your wet cunt. You moan, your hips lifting up off of the bed to push him deeper inside of you, and he lets out a rough exhale, “Fuck, she wants it so bad.”

Atsumu’s breath is hot against the shell of your ear as he replies, “So fuckin’ bad.”

Tooru groans as you continue to try to fuck yourself on the single finger he’s plunging in and out of you, eyes going from your dripping wet pussy to the steady shaking of your tits.

“Give her another one,” Atsumu breathes out, sitting up a bit to watch. 

You’re not sure when the fuck this became a collaborative effort, but you’re not complaining. 

Tooru’s quiet for a beat before he replies, “Help me.”

There’s no hesitation in the way Atsumu’s hand snakes down, his finger sliding into your cunt right beside Tooru’s, and you let out a broken moan at the electrifying pleasure that pulses through your body at this—at being fingered by both of your ex-boyfriends at the same time. 

Atsumu scoots closer, his front flush against your side, and you can feel the thick outline of his hard cock through his sweatpants. (Those stupid gray sweatpants you know he wore on purpose.)

Turning to him, you smirk, though it’s difficult when your face continues to contort in pleasure as they both pump their fingers in and out of your slick entrance. “I’m surprised you’ve kept it in your pants this long.”

Atsumu laughs, and the sound is low and rough as he leans in and murmurs against your lips. “I’m so goddamn hard.”

He kisses you, and it’s so, so messy, spit coating your lips as he wraps his tongue around yours, the press of his mouth growing rougher as your moans get more desperate.

“Me too,” Tooru exhales, his hands grasping your chin to pull your mouth to his instead.

One of them begins to stroke your clit with their thumb, and you gasp, drunk on the pulsating maelstrom of pleasure building up inside of you at a frantic, intoxicating speed. 

And then, between one breath and the next, suddenly Atsumu’s mouth is right up against Tooru’s, and they’re both kissing you at once while they continue to stuff their fingers into your cunt. It’s so filthy, the spit-soaked way your mouths all slot together, the way both of their tongues wrap around yours as they curl their fingers and massage that soft, spongy spot on your inner walls.

When your climax hits, you’re not prepared for the intense, all-consuming downpour of blazing hot pleasure that floods your body, every thought in your head rendered useless beyond the way you nearly sob as you shout both of their names one after the other. Clear liquid squirts out of your cunt, spraying everywhere and soaking the sheets.

As you come down from your orgasm, the three of you lie there in silence for a few moments before Atsumu asks, “...do we need a tie breaker?”

Glancing over at him, you huff out a laugh. “No, because you’re both sleeping in here tonight.”

–

They bicker over it, just a little.

A few choice words tossed over the brushing of teeth and the shuffling of pillows.

But it’s all a moot point later when Atsumu’s groaning about how it’s the “hottest fucking sex he’s ever had” while he’s roughly fucking Tooru’s cum back inside of you.

(And he doesn’t even complain about semantics when you squirt one more time for Tooru while he’s eating the filthy mixture of their cum right out of your cunt after.)

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

You Make Me Wanna 3

Warnings: dark elements, noncon, age gap, best friend’s dad trope other dark elements. Proceed with caution.

Note: Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.

Part of The Club AU

Headlights flash across a white garage door. The car jerks to a stop and you look at the suburban house before you. The red brick and trimmed hedges are shadowy as yellow light glows from behind the front door. Another light flicks on upstairs as Walter shuts off the engine and plucks up his phone. 

You stay as you are, arms crossed as you stare over at him. He unbuckles his belt, letting it snap back, and he climbs out, shifting the whole car with his weight. You shake your head and roll your eyes. You’ll wait until he’s inside and fuck off.  

The escape is quickly stymied as he stomps around to the passenger side and opens the door. As he grabs your arm, you struggle to release yourself from the seat belt. You shove him away as you get up and steady yourself against the car. 

“Stop,” you whine. “Jesus.” 

“She better be here,” he snarls and snaps his fingers at you. 

You sigh and follow his pointing finger up the walk. He falls into step with you and his footsteps take the stairs heavily. Boom, boom, boom. His approach is thunderous in the calm suburban din. 

He pounds on the door and jabs at the doorbell. You shake your head and hug yourself as the evening sends a chill up your spine. Faye is not going to be happy and when she’s pissed, she reminds you a lot of her father. 

Walter continues his assault on the front door and finally a shadow flickers from within. Clumsy steps stutter to the other side and the latch flips back. A guy you vaguely recognise opens it from inside. Your escort growls and clamps his hand around the door frame.  

“Where the fuck is my daughter?” He sneers. 

“Huh? Who the hell--” 

“Faye!” Walter booms past the guy. 

“Yo, you can’t just--” 

“I can just, buddy,” Walter grabs the guy by his scruff, “I’m a cop and you got my fucking daughter in here--” 

“Holy fuck!” 

“Dad!” Faye squeals and comes barreling down the stairs, “get off! What are you even doing here? How do you--” 

She stops as she spots you watching half-drunk from the doorway. You put your hands up and shrug, mouthing ‘sorry’. She scowls and turns her ire back on her father. 

“You are so embarrassing! I’m an adult. I can do what I want--” 

Walter shoves aside the man in his maw and storms towards his daughter. 

“Can you, now? Why don’t you get a goddamn job and go find somewhere you can pay rent because as long as you live under my roof, you’re not an adult. You don’t get to go home with strangers.” 

Your brows raise and you back up. This would be a great time to leave. You don’t think Faye is gonna talk to you for a while after this and Walter, well, you don’t really care.  

You turn and drag your feet across the porch. What a disaster. Hey, it might save you from a future of these nights. You’re about done with the whole drinking and clubbing nonsense. Dancing isn’t too bad but there’s many guys buzzing around and Faye doesn’t bother swatting them away.  

You stop at the curb and look around. You don’t know this neighbourhood. Once you find a street name, you’re sure you’ll be able to track down a train terminal or something and get home. Great, more money spent. 

Is this what life is going to be for you? Depressing, dim, defeating. Faye, well, she’s a pretty girl, from a decent upbringing, these are her wild oats. She’ll sow them and be off to bigger better things once her name is on that degree. But you, you stick around in shady bars and you’ll be just another washed out loser. 

You get a few blocks away before you can get your data to kick in. You'll use your measly megabits in moments. Right, okay. Buses aren’t running at 2am and the train station is twenty minutes away. Fun, walking in the dark, alone. 

You don’t have much of a choice. You keep on. The glare of headlights comes up behind you, illuminating your silhouette against the hedges and pavement. You don’t look. Not until the car slows beside you. 

“Get in,” Walter orders brusquely. 

You scoff and cross your arms.  

“It’s not safe out here.” 

“Like you care.” 

“I’m a detective, it’s my job.” 

“Well, I’m out of your jurisdiction, detective, don’t gotta worry about me,” you roll your eyes. 

“Would you just--” 

You stop and face him as he hits the brakes and stops completely. 

“Where’s Faye?” You sniff. 

“So now you care?” 

“Wow, well, you can stop pretending to be Mr. Detective Good Guy,” you grit, “really, I didn’t tell her to get with that dude. If you listened, you’d know that’s the last thing I wanted. I don’t wanna be ditched for some stranger.” You shake your head and flick your hand dismissively, “not that you even care. So please, I’m gonna catch a train and go home. Don’t worry, you won’t see me any time soon. Sir.” 

You attach the last word as punctuation before you spin on your heel. You sneer into the darkness as you stroll away. You really can’t believe him. It’s like he’s so caught up in playing the hero detective in his working hours, that off the clock he can only be an asshole. 

Well, he isn’t your dad. He doesn’t make the rules for you. He is not your law. 

[permanentlyexhaustedpigeon88]

Just me, screaming into the void to get something off my chest.  Read more beneath the cut?

Like many out there, I am an adult child of some very authoritarian parents.  “Do what I say, when I say, because I say so.”  No room for questions.  Questions equate to “back-talk”, and that will be punished, sometimes severely.  Discipline the child for any transgression, because they are a child, and we are adults, and complete obedience is paramount.  Anything less is simply not acceptable. The list goes on and on.

It’s taken me a while to realize exactly how that’s impacted me, over the years, and the number of my personality traits I can attribute to how I grew up is astonishing, to say the least.  I’m not saying this or posting this to place blame, since everything that happened is in the past, and cannot be changed, and now I would much rather just move on, and try to better myself as much as I can.  I guess I’m just trying to sort out my ongoing thoughts on everything I’m learning as I’m trying to improve?  And this seemed like the best space to do that, at least for now.

The last two times I’ve seen my parents, it’s been like something has possessed me to try and talk about this with them.  In the past, it absolutely would’ve been coming from a desire to lay on the blame, or desperate need for an apology; basically just approaching it all from a very negative area in my own heart and mind.  But these two specific instances were completely different.  I came at it from a completely hypothetical angle, trying to make it very clear that I was not putting them on trial for anything they did, specifically.  For his part, during all of this, my father remained almost completely silent, the entire time, but my mom?

Oh wow, did she ever get defensive.

Retrospectively, I suppose I should’ve seen that coming.  It’s not like it’s a secret that she’s never been open to perceived criticism of any kind.  But what really threw me was her absolute refusal to even consider that any of what she did might’ve been handled in a different way.

“I refuse to apologize for how I raised you.”  Her exact words.  She then went on to bring up a time when she and my father had blamed me for something I truly did not do (I was around five when this happened), and punished me for it accordingly, as though this somehow had any relevance to what we were trying to discuss at the time.  Still trying to make sense of that one.

Anyway, compared to how I would’ve reacted to this a year ago, I did not respond with anger.  Both times, I allowed her to say her piece, vent, release her own anger, or whatever you want to call it, and remained completely calm.  It did not turn into a huge fight that ended in name-calling, or someone storming away, and the subject was changed to something else not long after.  But I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since.

Maybe it’s yet another result of said authoritarian parenting, but I cannot fathom the complete inability to accept that she might have been wrong, at least once.  As someone who has always erred on the side of assuming that I am always wrong, it completely boggles my mind.  My gut instinct whenever I detect even a whiff of wrong-doing is to apologize, even if it’s not really needed (I’m that person that says ‘sorry’ for saying ‘sorry’), so the idea that admitting to being ‘wrong’ is the end of the world is just something I cannot wrap my mind around.

What I’ve learned from this, I suppose, is that I should stop trying to bring the topic up at all, from any angle, and I fully plan to work on starting to accept that right now.  But I've discovered that it all still boils down to an authoritarian mindset, even though my parents are in their sixties, now, and I am thirty-five.  It’s still very much the mentality of “what we say is law” even though I haven’t lived under their roof in ten years.  Discussion is not an option.  In essence, I am not, and never will be an adult with a right to my own opinions in their mind (at least not if they differ from theirs).  But where a year ago that would’ve made me incredibly angry, now?

Now it just makes me sad.

So what is the point of this post, you might ask?  Honestly?  Other than for me to just toss all of my jumbled thoughts into the void, I don’t really know.  I guess at the very least, I’m just trying to advocate for change.  At its core, discipline is not inherently wrong, but it should be done in a way that is appropriate for the child.  In a way that encourages them to learn about the world, and their place in it, instead of preaching mindless submission.  

As a disclaimer, I am not a parent, and likely will never become one, so I don’t know the first thing about the difficulties raising tiny humans can bring.  I don’t know how terrifying it can be to know you are responsible for molding them into the human that they might one day become.  But there has to be a way to find balance between ensuring your children know right from wrong, and ensuring that they grow up thinking they are inferior in every possible way.  Because it’s taken me thirty five years just to start trying to move forward. To start trying to change how I view not only myself, but the world as a whole.  

And I won’t even pretend to think that would have ever happened if others (you know who you are 💕) hadn’t been patient enough to guide me there, first.

[y4wnjunz]

i’ve been so mentally drained the past week, that even reading my favorite fics seem like a chore. pls know i’m not silent reading or anything, i’m just so exhausted that it’s taking a toll on me. i will get to reblogging and rooting you guys on when i start to feel like my old self.

if you want to know what’s going on pls click read more 🩷

i’ll sum up the situation here so i don’t have people worried. the other day i wanted to take a small trip to chicago for my boyfriend’s black belt testing, i was going to fly alone, see my aunt and stay with her as well. i asked my parents because since i /unfortunately/ still live under their roof, i still have to ask for permission to go out on big trips as such. so i asked, and they blew up on me. back in december, i got into a fight with my mom because i quit a job on the first day, a story for another time, and she threatened to kick me out, so i took her word and told her i’d be out in june. so she took that a ran with it, so back to the chicago situation, they blew up on me and asked “well what about june? around you moving out then??” and my stepdad chimes in “or was that a lie or something”. and me being me, i sat and took every verbal lashing from them. they rubbed in my face that i work retail and that it’s not a real job, no adult should work retail and all this and that. so they blindsided me with rent, they said if i’m not out by june then they’re going to charge me $300/month. that set me off as they’re my parents, they’re the ones who chose to take care of me, not the other way around. so i left and today my mom told me that if i wanted to move out then my boyfriend would have to propose. she has been asking me about marriage since my bf and i hit two years. like?? let us live our own lives.

idk it’s just so infuriating that my parents want me to be an adult and as soon as i try to be an adult it’s like oh you’re not prepared for that. i don’t know y’all. truly it’s so emotionally and physically draining that i’d rather hitch a tent somewhere and live in someone’s backyard 😭🤣

anyways, much love, i’ll be back soon i promise

[punkscowardschampions]

JC & Cobby & JJ & Bimmy & Bibi & Janbi Pt.4

Janis: [‘we’ve gone through loads of shit, we can get through this too, can’t we?’ having to make that a question because you still are the one that just fucked up, the hope is obvious in how you’re looking at him though]

Casey: [a very serious and determined nod because he believes it and there’s the same hope in his eyes too obvs because he’s that bitch ‘yeah’]

Janis: [giving him a quick kiss like a . there like that’s settled then ‘if later, you want to be fuming, I’ll get it’ genuinely because we will and we’re not expecting this to be issue dealt with but at least y’all are on the same page about it not being the end, which is all you care about]

Casey: [‘what I want’s to get it sorted somehow’ because he do, it must be exhausting being as angry as he is for how long he has been ‘in a bit though’ as he again manages to pull her closer somehow like don’t worry I’m not gonna go and phone a therapist right this sec lol]

Janis: [rubbing the back on his neck as you snuggle into him, kissing the top of his head like I know, the sigh because God would we all love all of this to be sorted but that’s not life and clearly not y’alls lives but we’re not full emo about it in this moment and we try not to be]

Casey: [have an earned and deserved snuggle pause because everyone also needs to calm down truly, the stress levels are once again through the roof, just repeating his earlier ‘it’ll be okay’ softly and quietly from within it]

Janis: [‘maybe I can take some time off, we’ll just be here, sort some of this out’ matching his tone and volume here, like we can fix this flat, decide if you want to go get a new job or what you’re doing, these are the sorts of things we’re envisioning getting under control]

Casey: [such a genuine smile at her because that’s such a good idea under the circumstances, taking a deep breath knowing she’ll do the same to mirror him like yeah exactly that’s what we’ll be able to do, breathe and just have a minute to feel less out of control the way they unavoidably have since this began]

Janis: [of course we’re doing it back, the smile not intentionally being mirrored but we cannot help but smile back at you ‘I’ll be less of a liability for it’ with a little shrug, because yeah, you have NOT been focusing on your work properly and no one is there to be accountable to because your own boss but you don’t want to ruin your reputation with your clients so this is for the best all ‘round, even if you have to reschedule a few people, it’s chill ‘might be too soon to do anything in the spare room but-’ leaving that like, it is, ‘cos you are not that far along but we all know you’re too far gone in excitement anyway so you could start this nursery, it’d be shit if you lost this baby now regardless]

Casey: [a look down at his hands like too relatable bestie, because he’d be a liability too if he got another job immediately or tried to, we all remember he got sacked from his other new one after literally a couple of shifts lol, but he’s amused and still smiling not gutted or anything cos as we discussed in the previous convo’s brackets he isn’t happy working in clubs any more anyway ‘same, like’ and only smiling bigger when the idea I mentioned in said former of him getting a day job and them being on the same schedule for once in their lives occurs to him ‘but maybe I can find some work in the day, once her room’s done’ because obvs he’s so excited about the nursery and it isn’t a maybe it’s a definitely that they are gonna get that done]

Janis: [shamelessly 😏 because we want you with us more than we want you chucking yourself into whatever job you can find immediately, fucked hands aside, and we know you weren’t feeling that job, even when we could make it tolerable by turning up, that’s about y’all, not the gig sis ‘like seeing Dracula out for lunch’ because for as long as he’s been an adult working, this has been the vibe, so we’re so used to it but of course, we’re actually excited by/approve of this plan for you ‘what are you going to apply for, when you can’ tapping the knuckles of both hands on the end of that sentence, tilting our head to one side to just gaze adoringly at him nbd]

Casey: [shamelessly giving her the most extra lovebite ever on her neck for that Dracula comment after he’s done his standard OTT excuse you kind of offended face about it with raised eyebrows and said ‘ oi, who you calling a bloodsucker?’ because big nerd 5ever ‘might be feeling undead for the first few days but soon be used to it, and more of you’ with a shrug like he’s not super buzzing about the prospect, which we ALL know he is ‘reckon I’ll be well qualified as a decorator, aside from the obvious’ for the bants of all the DIY and decorating he’ll have done when the nursery is finished and the cliche of them all being gay ‘let’s say I haven’t done my wrist off all the painting, nor started to fancy lads, it’ll have to be pubs til the tourists do my head in and the regulars remind us of my dad’]

Janis: [doing such an OTT B-movie horror victim reaction so you don’t derail this moment you’re having by making it a MOMENT with a realer more 😳 reaction about it, which will inevitably make Chubby come to your rescue so you can shoo this boy away slightly and love upon this pup like yes, well done, sir; shaking your head lovingly at this boy ‘you’d clear up with the housewife crowd, should your wrists not get that limp, yeah’ because the thirsty way some people act around men just trying to do jobs is shameless lol, nodding now at his more serious plan because it is a good idea and more sociable hours and all the benefits of that ‘can’t get enough, eh’ with a look down because literally living above one rn, that will soon be opening for lunchtime, I am sure, it’s usually like 11, is it not, idk]

Casey: [likewise giving Chubby all the love, calling him a hero and a good boy and so brave and all those kind of things because gotta lay it on super thick after scaring him earlier and thinking she’d have to take him in the jc split and he’d never have these moments again ‘been there, done that’ because we all remember his school therapist and I’m sure she was middle aged or at least seemed it to his young teenage boy self ‘and again on [whatever cringe name the club night would have that somewhere he’s worked at, probably the most cringe clerb for his first job of that sort at 18/19, would put on full of cheesy nostalgic music for that crowd because always a thing in rubbish clerbs], can’t get enough, them’ like he’s * correcting her comment about him and pubs, shaking his head at all these sad old ladies like oh gals ‘when my little mate’s here, probably be a shout to have another think’ because not fully going into his wanting to be a stay at home dad thing again rn with it being too soon really but he do clearly wanna do that, as for the pub opening, in redditch it was 10am but idk if that’s cos it’s a shithole haha]

Janis: [Chubby, this is your time to shine, you deserve it, you sweet little fool, undoubtedly bimbling off to get yourself a toy or a bone, like good day parents, catch us rolling our eyes so hard into the back of our head because of course, why are clubs and middle-aged ladies just the cringiest of cringe at all times ‘you poor boy’ sounds like sarcasm but we honestly mean it like ew, hate that for you babe; you’re probably right about 10am, I literally have no idea but beside the point lol ‘always’ because we’ll support you in your endeavours, whenever ‘who knows what we’ll all be up to by then’ because truly, nothing is that stable regarding this baby and we know why]

Casey: [mimicking Chubby when he was getting all the love and fuss when she calls him a poor boy like yes comfort me, rolling about on this bed and being a fool the same way she reacted to his vampire style lovebite earlier because if we’re not silly otherwise it’ll be extra af and after her look down and all this talk of pub work he’s aware that it’ll be opening soon so not trying to instigate a loud af hookup, lol good luck with that hun, we know what y’all are like with self control, ending up with his head in her lap looking up at her like 🥺+😍 because she’s so supportive and they are so back on track ‘least we’ve an idea of what we will next’ cos he’s always buzzing to have a plan and they’ve made some progress about next steps here genuinely]

Janis: [‘you’re not nowhere near as cute’ as if you aren’t looking right back at him fully 🥺+😍 too like okay liar, you can’t help being entirely about this too and the way you’re stroking his hair is somehow indecent and you have to lean down to kiss him as confirmation of how buzzing you are that there are plans and they’re tangible and you’re both working towards them ‘it’s going to be good’ an upgrade on okay because how you feel]

Casey: [‘nah, I’m not’ as he makes whatever kiss she instigated even more indecent and thus is being the opposite of cute, and emphasises this after she’s spoken again by pulling her down further as he simultaneously leans up to meet her, using such a hot move, grabbing her via her throat and fully pressing his fingers into the extra af and extremely recent neck lovebite he did, injuries be damned]

Janis: [moaning into his mouth, the fact you are fully turning this into a makeout and he has his hands around your throat do a lot to dampen the volume of this but there is no denying how guttural and from somewhere inside you beyond your control this sound is, pressing both your hands into his chest, as if you’re trying to fuck with his breathing the way he is yours because rude of you to have this effect on us]

Casey: [doing his own moan because of hers as standard because can’t not when she’s giving him such a good one and it feels like a thousand years since they did any feral antics even though it absolutely is not, the way his chest is heaving at how she’s touching it isn’t stopping him from not at all casually dragging this girl around by her throat until she’s in his lap and he’s doing a second moan about it]

Janis: [not y’all getting withdrawals, truly, the way we’re reacting and continuing our puppy dog eyes about this, you would think it had been years, never change lads; biting your lip and whimpering when you land in his lap like this because you truly can’t deal ‘please’]

Casey: [for once I’ll let y’all off cos things have a reason to be this heightened, even though you’re always like this, god bless, the way he’s pulling her lip into his own mouth and biting down on it harder to try and draw blood the way he wanted to when the vampire comment is so blatant and so indecent, as is what he’s then doing when blood is inevitably happening, could not be doing more because gotta let his own desperation be known]

Janis: [if there’s a time to be dramatic, my boo says, as if you’ve ever been any different, we love you for it lol, in fairness you may be a little hesitant considering what you’ve just done but at this point, this girl can’t be so there isn’t any holding back with your LOUD reaction to this blood play moment, getting as much on his face as you are able to so you can LOOK at him and see the absolute mess]

Casey: [one thing about these two, they love a messy makeout sesh and there’s no holding back for this boy either, once their faces couldn’t possibly be more covered making sure his hands are, because biting his own lip to match hers for more blood, and then repeating his earlier crushing her boobs with them move so it’s on them too and it goes without saying he’ll be LOUDLY and !! sucking and licking it all off starting with her face and throat and then working down her neck to said boobs, just absolute scenes]

Janis: [whilst he’s here cleaning up the mess he has made of you, which you are DYING about in all the ways you can be, no shame in how blatantly turned on you are, you’ve got to be doing the opposite and making more blood happen however you can, as if you want this to be a neverending job for him ‘cos yeah lowkey, not to mention the pain of this is really grounding you in this here and now and you need that as desperately so]

Casey: [doing a hot lol about all the work she’s making for him which would sound especially hot because he’s already basically panting from how turned on he is and how he’s basically choking himself with how hardcore he’s sucking on her boobs in particular cos duh, grabbing her booty with the same !! pawing energy, pushing her into him as he’s thrusting his hips to meet the movement ‘put me inside you’ like if you need something to do gal, like she’s just being naughty cos she doesn’t have an instruction to follow, but actually also do help him because injuries can only be damned so much and it would be a struggle trying to get clothes out of the way and all that]

Janis: [‘I warned you’ as if this is the work y’all have planned and were discussing beforehand, I’m sure it will feature heavily into however long you give yourself off but lol, know you’re absolutely losing it, throwing your head back so you can arch your back as much as you possibly can, to give him even more access to your boobs as if that help is needed, because the sensitivity increase has you feeling all types of ways about this, calling him baby ‘til it loses meaning and your voice gives out, being mad about how you would have to move off him to take off what are definitely leggings because you were at work but you can take this as an opportunity to kiss your way down his body to help him out of whatever he’s still wearing at this point]

Casey: [throwing out the odd ‘your’ or ‘yours’ to her almost endless ‘baby’ when he isn’t just shamelessly reacting or making her react in every way possible until he’s also so mad that she has to move to remove clothes he asked her to and do need to be lol, STARING at her the entire time she’s taking them off like he’s never seen her body before though, so that’s nice for both of y’all, as is the GASP when he’s finally being helped out of these clothes as though he’s never known relief like it]

Janis: [‘poor boy’ again, at the fact he’s been trapped in clothes this entire time, of course the way we’re saying it now is ENTIRELY the mood you were only flirting with earlier when you were trying to behave slightly, obviously the solution to this is to help relieve him with your mouth so he can keep staring at you too, getting yourself into whatever ridiculous position you can to give him the best view]

Casey: [giving her a ‘good girl’ back with the same energy for all the help she’s giving him and the view she has contorted herself into letting him have as well, INSANE levels of eye contact ofc happening but there’s no need for him to be mirroring her rn in essentially dribbling except that he feels every need to let the blood and spit from his mouth fall on her face after having bit his lip again, undoubtedly, when she put him into her mouth]

Janis: [we’d always be out here doing the most for a good girl but right now especially we could not be trying harder to prove that as true and give you everything you could possibly want with this effort, can’t even help the moan that is more vibrations than sounds due to what you’re doing when he is spitting on your face like that, rocking back and forth on the balls of your feet slightly too]

Casey: [he’d definitely be out here reacting to the most to everything she’s doing so I’m really glad the pub isn’t open yet cos this boy is being LOUD and nobody needs to hear that, least of all Fearghal thank you, he’s too old for this, probably getting the pillow to muffle it slightly but that’s only because of it reminds him of earlier and not because he cares about anything else rn]

Janis: [it won’t be loud enough at this AM lads, not that either of you is thinking about that but hey ho, there’s too much for us to prove to this boy and too much emotion right here and now to be doing anything but the most]

Casey: [live your best lives honestly lads, it’s deserved and needed for what we’ve put you both through]

Janis: [would you like to move on to someone else or do a lil skip here, as we’ve resolved this well?]

Casey: [we very much know the vibes we are leaving y’all on and the plans y’all have made that you’re actually going to see through so I’m down to move if you are]

Janis: [probably works I think, are you thinking you want to Casey and Bobby or?]

Casey: [it very much makes sense as a logical next step yeah and I’d in theory like to, I just have no idea how I’m gonna go about that lol lol]

Janis: [lol, I think you just have to, there’s no way to soft launch it]

Casey: We can’t keep on how we’ve been, if you reckon it’s bollocks an’ all or you’ve owt else to say, here’s your chance, like

Casey: up to you, take it or don’t

Bobby: One chance, is it?

Bobby: and you won’t, what, come and smack me

Casey: 1st, never said only, what good’d that do

Casey: about as much as giving you a smack

Bobby: Not us who’s ever thought it’s a solution to anything

Casey: nor have I, not really how it works, mate

Casey: far as thinking goes, I ain’t when 

Bobby: Losing control’s nothing to be proud of

Casey: who’s proud of it, name us 1 dickhead you know

Bobby: You’ve never seemed prouder, like

Casey: alright, ‘course that’s how it seems

Bobby: So, what is this? Because I don’t have a wife for you to take or a life to ruin

Casey: what I said it is, but I get it, you don’t fancy nothing changing

Casey: why would you

Bobby: Don’t matter what I fancy, you two have upended everything

Casey: does to me, be why I’m here

Bobby: What do you reckon you’re going to do?

Casey: depends what you want me to

Bobby: Get Jim to leave with me

Casey: I’ve no way of getting him to do anything, never have done

Bobby: There we go then, I’m still stuck here

Casey: have a word to him, he’s not proper got his head ‘round how you feel but if you keep on, might get somewhere

Bobby: All he cares about is her and Libi

Casey: I doubt it, pisstake how hard he’s always cared about you

Bobby: Not now

Casey: shit like that don’t go nowhere, he’d have a job to just turn it off and managing it’d make him the only dickhead who ever has

Bobby: Says you

Casey: yeah, says me, I’d know

Bobby: You’d just rather you and him didn’t have that same priority

Casey: him who’d rather not see me same as neither of you, top priority, that

Bobby: Can’t blame him now, can you

Casey: nah, can’t and don’t

Casey: but, smart lad like you’ll heard of a self fulfilling prophecy, won’t he

Bobby: Oh, so it’s HIS fault

Bobby: maybe YOU should talk to him, you’re on the same page about all of that

Casey: weren’t just him saying it, that’s my point

Casey: you’ve lived your own version of all that bollocks now with what people go on about and shouldn’t need telling how it goes

Bobby: You picked the wrong side and then felt like an idiot for it when dad left you, that’s never been Jim’s fault

Casey: there was sides long before dad pissed off and long after too, I’ve not once had either of you pair on mine

Bobby: Perhaps you shouldn’t smack people you apparently want around, or steal their missus from them, whilst you’re at it

Casey: bit late to undo them if there was any undoing of it but tah for that

Bobby: You started it, what do you expect him to do?

Casey: I expect sod all off him, why it’s not him I’m having a word with, is it

Bobby: What do you reckon I can do? I told you, he don’t listen to no one but her

Casey: you’ve us wrong, you’re a kid it ain’t up to you to sort none of this and I’ve not come ‘round begging for no help off you

Casey: I’m only here to say, if it’s doing your head in he don’t listen, I will do, whatever the fuck you’ve got to tell me

Bobby: I’m sick of talking

Casey: whenever you change your mind then, you’re stuck about and I’m off nowhere

Bobby: How about you 2 take Libi in, what about that

Bobby: She don’t have no need of a room here 

Casey: weren’t my idea to chuck her mine, she’s got 2 others already, how many’s the 1 lass need

Bobby: Janis should be looking after her

Casey: Janis ain’t her mum, she’d be best to find herself in the middle of nowhere with them lot for a bit, out of everybody’s face

Bobby: She’s not got one, Jim wouldn’t leave me with nowhere to go 

Casey: she’s loads of places to take her off to, with or without a mum, her family’s massive

Bobby: Whatever, she don’t need to be here

Casey: she’s only hanging about to do your head in, our kid

Bobby: No she’s not, she thinks she can fix everything for us but she can’t and it’s doing my head in

Casey: maybe she were, but she’ll be after ruining what she can now you’ve put your foot down and some distance between you pair

Bobby: There’s nothing left to ruin, that were made sure of

Casey: gutted for her, she’ll have to stay 💔 and ‘round

Bobby: well, you aren’t but I don’t care

Casey: nah, I’m not, you heard, she’ll be alright, spoilt lass like her has a million people there waiting when she’s 💔

Casey: about time she didn’t get her own way, it’s the bloody 1st

Bobby: She wants it to be about her, as bad as it is for me

Bobby: but Janis ain’t her mum and she can go elsewhere, I can’t

Casey: yeah, exactly

Casey: you pair ain’t the same, she’s taking the piss

Bobby: I’m not allowed nowt without her so

Casey: from the off, good on you for seeing the light

Bobby: They came as a package deal, for some weird reason, it wasn’t my fault

Casey: nobody’s blaming you, she never gave you chance to make none of your own mates, suited her to have you all to herself

Bobby: Not now, he’s sorting me a translator or something, apparently

Casey: be a start

Bobby: I guess

Casey: least she’s no reason not to piss off no more when you say that’s what you’re after, excuse’ll have gone

Bobby: Sure, if Jim didn’t want her around instead, which he’s made dead clear he does

Casey: you know he can’t let fuck all go, in his head he might as well be her dad or something, there’s never been no telling him he ain’t

Bobby: I’ll just find other places to be, I don’t care, they can play happy families all they like

Casey: I’ll shout you a drink whenever they are, you’re old enough to hack a few pints, take the edge off

Bobby: I don’t need a drink

Casey: only twats like our dad need one

Casey: be somewhere to bring your new mates when you’ve made ‘em, though, and you can order an orange if you’d rather, like

Bobby: I’ve already been [wherever you went with China when you were out on Libi’s bday, we know the cool kid vibe]

Casey: whoever you went with would probably have a laugh in [some places you know because you’ve worked in clerbs forever and have loads of friends and are just that bitch]

Bobby: 👍 alright

Casey: and I’ve a mate who’s done some work for [some band of the correct cool kid vibe] if yours is into them, don’t leave it out chucking tickets and merch at every dickhead he’s ever met

Bobby: Why would you bother doing this for me?

Casey: it’s no bother, hardly putting myself out, am I

Bobby: Not made you bother yourself at all before

Casey: I said, I don’t wanna keep on how we did before

Bobby: You’ve never been nice to me, my whole life

Casey: you don’t remember, I do, you didn’t always used to be shit scared of us or only bothered about him

Bobby: You all say that like I just gained consciousness last year, I’m 13, not 3

Casey: I know how old you are, mate

Casey: took care of you loads when you was younger, before that were taken off me

Bobby: Whenever they made you look after me when they went out, you’d make it known how fuming you were

Casey: about them, not at you

Bobby: not how it felt

Casey: I was a twat for taking it out on you, I were a twat most of the time, still am

Bobby: Yeah, you are

Casey: and Libi did my head in, still does

Bobby: You who’s stuck with her

Bobby: we’ll leave, eventually

Casey: *you’ll

Casey: he’s chuffed to bits to be stuck with her

Bobby: He’ll want to be gone before long, there’s a deadline here

Casey: maybe, but he’s not gone yet

Bobby: She’s no bump yet

Casey: be realer when she has, yeah, even he’ll struggle ignoring it

Bobby: He don’t want it

Casey: what’s he said

Bobby: Nothing

Casey: so how do you have a clue what he wants

Bobby: If he wanted it he’d have to tell me about it, obviously, not pretend it’s not happening, if it is

Casey: he dunno what he wants at the minute

Bobby: Not how it seems

Casey: other than her back, I mean

Bobby: What are you going to do then

Casey: there’s fuck all I can about that

Bobby: Couldn’t exactly come back, even if she hadn’t filled your old room with shit

Casey: there’s no coming back from this, it’s happened, me and her are together, they’re not no more

Bobby: Dunno why you’re telling us, try telling them pair

Casey: I can’t force him to talk to me, if he fancies it, he knows where I am

Bobby: You could talk to her

Casey: and say what

Bobby: I don’t know, maybe stop coming over every day and acting like you’re still together

Bobby: he hasn’t imagined it

Casey: she won’t be coming over every day, nor acting like his missus still

Bobby: Good

Bobby: believe it when I see it

Casey: she were trying to make it a bit easier for him, not harder for you

Bobby: We don’t talk to each other, she gets that much

Casey: same as me and Libi

Bobby: She’s probably just scared of you

Casey: she wants to be after her party, nearly did earn herself a smack for it

Bobby: You can’t help yourself

Casey: nearly means I can 🤏

Bobby: I’m sure you weren’t let anywhere near

Casey: long as you’re sure, Bob

Bobby: If you wanna say she’s stopped giving any sort of fuck, that’s a weird choice but yeah, not unbelievable 

Casey: ‘course it’s not what I’m on about

Bobby: She’s annoying but she’s a teenage girl, you shouldn’t say things like that

Casey: I wouldn’t hurt her, nor you, I haven’t ever done and it weren’t for being held back by no dickhead but myself

Bobby: Not how it felt

Casey: I’m sorry for how it felt, alright

Casey: I tried to keep myself away from you when I was like that but it ain’t been possible every time

Bobby: and I tried to keep out of your way

Casey: yeah, I know

Bobby: Can’t have it both ways, you didn’t want us around or to be around us, how could I leave you out?

Casey: it’s my fault, not yours

Casey: I fucked it, that’s the only way it was

Bobby: yeah, I know

Bobby: You never picked no good role models so, is what it is

Casey: there weren’t none going spare

Bobby: He’s older than you too

Casey: don’t mean he’s a good role model for me, I’ve no interest in being how he is

Bobby: You picked Ian, just another mistake

Casey: he needed us, he had no new missus at that point, somebody had to be about for him, be dead else

Bobby: What a loss to the world

Casey: I don’t wish it on him, whatever he’s done

Bobby: You’ve only wasted your time

Casey: my time to waste, we’ve all heard that one at school

Bobby: I suppose so

Bobby: again, you can’t blame Jim when you sided against him with dad

Casey: I can blame him for siding against me before, for being younger than you and being wrote off by my own brother

Casey: nobody but her has ever bothered trying to help me sort my head out, he could’ve had a go

Bobby: It’s not worked though, has it

Bobby: and it’s just bribery if you think she’s going to reward you with attention

Casey: it was left too late, but I’ll do the work myself now that I’m not a kid

Bobby: Alright

Casey: alright

Bobby: None of that will change what you’ve done so

Casey: I can’t undo it, just try not to keep on fucking up from here on

Bobby: You expect him to un-write you off when you’re saying you’re ‘together’ now, with his wife

Casey: I expect nowt of the sort, he’s made up his mind about who he reckons I am, and he ain’t even that far wrong with loads of it

Casey: but we’re together, whatever he reckons, and there’s no changing that neither

Bobby: Here’s hoping you’ve not made another shit choice, like

Casey: tah

Janis: [Let’s assume that she sends this after work for him because just logical but still, having given it a couple days or so but not a long amount of time ‘cos just wouldn’t]

Janis: Let me know when you can talk

Jimmy: 👍

Jimmy: go on

Janis: Alright, you good?

Jimmy: What do you want to talk about?

Janis: You know, unless you’ve forgotten which would be insulting as it would be concerning so

Janis: I shouldn’t have let things escalate like that, it was really selfish and fucked up and went against everything we were doing right before

Jimmy: But they did, and we can’t let that just be chucked to one side

Janis: We stopped working, and it’d take a lot more than this one thing to make us work again

Janis: We’ve never been friends, not really, that’s something new, that we can have

Jimmy: I’ll do owt to make it work again, I said

Janis: Neither of us even knows what that would entail, or we’d not be here

Jimmy: How would we, ‘til we have another go?

Janis: Because we gave it a really long time, the best we had

Jimmy: I’ll do better, all you have to is let me

Janis: I’m not asking you to, you gave your all, so did I, we should be proud of that at least

Janis: not push it into something that it shouldn’t be

Jimmy: My all weren’t good enough, that’s nowt to be proud of

Janis: It was a joint effort, can’t do it alone

Janis: and who’s to say

Jimmy: You’d rather be with him, is what you’re saying

Janis: Us being back together isn’t a choice, that just can’t happen again

Jimmy: I can’t be your mate like none of it happened

Janis: We don’t have to pretend, there’s no point in that

Jimmy: You’re sat there asking us to pretend I don’t love you

Janis: I’m not

Janis: I know this is my fault, entirely my fault, that I pushed us past where we were

Janis: that you’ll need time, we will, for things to go back

Jimmy: Go back to what? I’m alright for not fancying waking up of a morning and only keeping on going for our kid’s sake

Janis: You can’t put that on me, we can’t do shit like this to each other

Jimmy: If we don’t have to pretend, there’s the reality

Janis: I’m the same person I were when you didn’t fancy waking up in the morning for however long it was

Janis: that hasn’t changed

Jimmy: I can’t do this without you, I need you, that’ll never change

Janis: We’ll learn, we have to

Jimmy: No

Jimmy: we don’t have to

Janis: We do, it has to be different

Jimmy: It could be different, us together, there’s no need for you to stay with him to force it

Janis: That’s not why I’m with him

Jimmy: Why then?

Janis: Because it’s the right relationship for me to be in

Jimmy: How is it?

Janis: We want the same things

Jimmy: It don’t matter what he wants, you won’t be able to bring a baby up with him

Jimmy: any future you’ll have will look like history repeating itself, you might as well drop the kid right at Ian’s door

Janis: That’s not true

Jimmy: What happened to the one lass he went out with before you?

Janis: That’s entirely different to what you’re saying is going to happen

Janis: when he’s never hurt me or any kid, I know you’ve a right to be pissed off with the pair of us but I’m not going to sit here and agree

Jimmy: There were a time when Ian had never hurt no kid, go back far enough and it’d be true of no missus either

Janis: Alright, he’s had no chance but I trust him 

Janis: and if I’m wrong, I trust myself not to stay

Jimmy: 👌

Janis: I’m the one that wanted this baby, I’m not going to let anything happen to it

Jimmy: Debbie wanted us 2, top job she did, were that easy no dickhead would be smacked about ever

Janis: I’m not your mum, he’s not your dad

Janis: not everything can be viewed through that one relationship, or should

Jimmy: Except he is my dad though

Janis: No, he’s not

Jimmy: 🤞 Janis

Janis: I’ve known him the best part of a decade now, too

Janis: it’s probably easier for you but don’t act like I have no clue

Jimmy: I’ve known him all his life, he’s my brother, there’s nowt easy about having them clues to follow

Jimmy: I’d be chuffed to bits to be wrong, don’t act like I want none of this to be true

Janis: What’s it going to take?

Jimmy: Him sorting himself out, proper

Janis: Right

Jimmy: How much of the flat’s in the same state you moved into? He can’t keep on how he is

Janis: And you can?

Janis: No one asked you how much of a tip you’d let yourself and the house get into if left to your own devices, it’s bullshit, we all need to sort ourselves, it doesn’t mean it’s perfection or nothing

Jimmy: I’m not raising this kid, you and him are

Janis: It’s our child, you and me

Jimmy: You’re together, you and him

Janis: That doesn’t mean you’re not the dad, that that’s not your role

Jimmy: Yeah it will

Janis: No one is stopping you

Jimmy: Bollocks

Janis: How is it?

Jimmy: Kid’ll be calling him dad, I’ll never see you nor it

Jimmy: same as every other divorced dickhead goes on about at work

Janis: I’m not going to do that, Jesus, if anything have we not learnt I’m fucking appalling at appropriate boundaries

Jimmy: Asked a bit ago, I’d have not said you’d cheat on us neither but

Janis: Yeah, fair enough

Jimmy: There we go then

Jimmy: good chat, mate

Janis: I didn’t see it going no better but

Janis: I’m sorry all the same

Jimmy: Me an’ all

Janis: I won’t bother you time being but please let me know if you need help with anything that I can do

Jimmy: 👍

Janis: Okay, Jimmy

Jimmy: in a bit, Janis

Bobby: Are you going to listen to me now?

Jimmy: ?

Bobby: [send him whatever socials Libi has done herself, oh the teen tit for tat drama]

Bobby: That’s China’s ex, and he’s a massive twat

Jimmy: How massive a twat the lad is, that’s for Libi to work out

Bobby: She’s only doing it to make my life harder, why are you not supporting me about this

Jimmy: What would you have us do? I ban him from the house I’d need to your missus an’ all

Bobby: Er, ban her, I told you, she’s got no business still coming around, it’s fucking weird

Jimmy: And I’ve told you why she still is

Jimmy: she’s not even brought him ‘round, she might not do as you pair often are

Bobby: For God’s sake, she’s nothing to do with you, you’re leaving yourself open for all sorts 

Bobby: it’s not just about me, you know

Jimmy: Leave it out

Jimmy: I’ve all but raised her near as long as I have done you, I’m not stopping bothering with her ‘cause you’ve fallen out, it’s not just about you, you’re right there

Bobby: She has family, she’s no need of you

Jimmy: There’s no such thing as too much of it, mate, she can have me an’ all

Bobby: So make yourself useful and parent her, if you’re so insistent 

Jimmy: I’ll have a word, alright?

Bobby: Want to hurry, what I’ve heard

Jimmy: What’ve you heard?

Bobby: That he’s already a body count, obviously

Jimmy: Don’t mean Libi’s about to add herself to it, but I’ll talk to her, I said

Bobby: yeah right

Jimmy: She only had her birthday a minute ago, I doubt she’s in a hurry herself

Bobby: Her mum had her by her age

Jimmy: Your missus’ mum had her older sister when she were young, I’m not having a go at you and her, am I?

Bobby: Not that young, get the social involved age, so’s her nan and her nan before her

Jimmy: I reckon she’ll know enough off the back of all them lot doing it not to then

Bobby: Ha

Bobby: numbers are in my favour not yours

Jimmy: You could sound a bit less like you’re chuffed to bits about it, mate

Bobby: Why would I care?

Jimmy: Why would you want her life ruined?

Bobby: Reap what you sow, I haven’t made her throw herself at him, have I, be her fault if it does

Jimmy: You ain’t exactly made it very easy for her to do owt else, but alright

Bobby: Nah, I’m not going to take on the blame for her being a slag like you do, don’t start that

Jimmy: You dunno she is a slag, you know how she feels about you though

Bobby: Wouldn’t go out with him else, so yeah I do, actually

Jimmy: It’s obvious what she’s going out with him for, yeah

Bobby: She should get a life then

Jimmy: Come on, Bob

Bobby: What?

Bobby: Are you going to force me to go out with her so you can have your fucked up happy family thing, what?

Jimmy: I can’t force you into doing nowt

Bobby: It’s weird, it’s so fucking weird that she’s still hanging about and won’t just piss off, and you just enable it

Bobby: you would if you could, yeah, got that message loud and clear

Jimmy: I’d have you talk about her like less of a dickhead, she used to be your best mate, what are you calling her a slag for or 🤞 she’ll have her own kid as a kid?

Jimmy: I brought you up not to be that lad

Bobby: Because, some girls are slags, it’s a fairytale to pretend otherwise and you just look like a total idiot

Jimmy: Steady on, she ain’t some girl, it’s Libi

Bobby: I don’t give a shit about her!

Bobby: Jesus, will you please catch up

Jimmy: That’s up to you, I’m not listening to you chat shit about her

Bobby: You never bloody listen

Jimmy: Not to this bollocks I won’t, I’ve already said, I’ll have a word, it’s the most I’m doing

Bobby: She’s weird and she made me weird because I couldn’t have no other pissing friends

Bobby: and you just let it happen and did nothing to help me

Bobby: I don’t need your useless help now, thanks

Jimmy: I did nowt to help you? Bloody charming, that

Bobby: Side with her, I don’t care no more

Jimmy: I’m taking no sides, there’s none to

Bobby: Which in your language means you’re taking hers

Jimmy: It means, I care about the both of you, I always have done and I always will do

Bobby: Take me off the to-do list, save yourself the bother

Jimmy: No can do, our kid

Jimmy: you’re stuck with me bothering

Bobby: 🙄

Jimmy: You’ll live

Bobby: Unfortunately 

Jimmy: She’s only after a reaction from you, when you don’t give her none this lad’ll piss off

Bobby: She’s an attention seeker, we all already know that

Jimmy: Might grow out of it 🤞 but some never do

Bobby: Yeah, wouldn’t bet on that either

Jimmy: Least I can ban this lad if he’s the sort you reckon

Bobby: Everyone knows, it’s not a secret, hence she deserves everything she gets

Jimmy: You’ll not need to see her about if I do and she’s off with him, take your 🏆 there and stop worrying about her falling off the podium 

Bobby: I’m not worried, he won’t keep her around long enough for that to mean anything

Bobby: then she’ll be back, crying again, doing my head in

Jimmy: I can’t hack no crying either, she knows where else she’d be best off going, we’ll be alright

Bobby: They won’t have her, not after the stupid party bollocks

Jimmy: Janis’ mum will, or her granddad, he’s a soft touch far as any 💔😭 lass goes 

Bobby: 🙄 

Jimmy: You said it, she’s not short shoulders

Bobby: She’s spoiled, why she acts like such a baby, you’re no better about her

Jimmy: I spoilt you an’ all, hold my hands up

Jimmy: I’d do it no different given the chance again, both needed some, rest of the bollocks there were going on

Bobby: We’re not the same

Jimmy: I never said you were

Bobby: Yes you did

Bobby: everyone wanted her, even her stupid dead kid parents, no one has ever wanted me, not even you

Bobby: just another job for you to be miserable about

Jimmy: Where?

Jimmy: I’ve not once regretted taking you on, heavy handed-ness with the word slag aside, you’re a good lad

Jimmy: if it’s just a job, it’s one I’m chuffed to bits to put every shift in

Bobby: Yeah right, who do you think you’re convincing with that?

Jimmy: Be convinced by the fact I’m here, I want to be for you, it’s all there is I’m not miserable about right now

Bobby: Right

Jimmy: I get you fancy going away proper, and I can’t give you that or no promises about it, but we could still piss off somewhere for a few days, us

Jimmy: no lasses, sort our heads out 🤏

Bobby: No thanks, I’m good

Jimmy: 👍

Bobby: No offence 

Jimmy: 💡🥉 I’ve heard you, do listen some of the time, like

Bobby: I don’t need a holiday, that’s all

Jimmy: Right

Bobby: Maybe you should take one yourself though

Jimmy: We need the money more than I do a break

Bobby: Not what it sounded like with that cry for help, like

Jimmy: Oi, only get more charming, you

Jimmy: remind you what you’ve said when you’re next after having the 🎻🎻 out for yourself, mate

Bobby: Not going to happen so, yeah, alright

Bobby: think about it

Jimmy: No need, but tah

Bobby: 🤷

Jimmy: You and your missus won’t be chucked the house to yourself that piss easy, weren’t born yesterday

Bobby: As if, why would I copy Libi’s shit ideas, see how well that worked out

Jimmy: Before you crack on calling her all sorts ‘cause of the state of her family, that lass you’re seeing’s big sister near enough had the word slag invented for her, I’ll let you have a think on that while I’ve work to crack on with myself

Bobby: So?

Bobby: I already told you she went out with that lad too

Jimmy: So, use your head, I already told you

Bobby: Why would I care, you who thinks I would

Bobby: be no point going out with her else

Jimmy: You who should

Jimmy: unless you reckon it’s a good shout to copy Case’s shit ideas instead

Bobby: He’s got what he wants, you ain’t

Jimmy: There we go, that’s alright then

Bobby: I dunno why you reckon I’d be in love with her, only went out with her because everyone knows what a slag she is

Jimmy: I don’t reckon that, I reckoned you’d treat any lass as more than just something to get what you want off of, but I’m the dickhead, not you

Bobby: She bullied us first, I owe her nothing

Bobby: and you’re the one who’s pointed out several times what her and her whole family are like, not treating her any different to what she is

Jimmy: I were pointing out what a twat you’re being, this lass acted one to you when you were 5, for fuck’s sake

Bobby: Oh then pissing white knight for her too, Jesus, it’s beyond creepy at this point

Jimmy: Piss off, I’m at a loss for words with you, honestly

Bobby: Yeah, that’s what I thought

Jimmy: Have at that, bighead, chuffed for you having all the answers and being dead right all the bloody time

Jimmy: must be nice, and nobody reckons you’re a dickhead for it

Bobby: I don’t care what you think, you’re the dickhead

Jimmy: ‘Course you don’t, and ‘course I am

Jimmy: 👍

Bobby: Don’t wait up tonight

Jimmy: *be in by [a time because he’s fuming and setting a curfew lol]

Bobby: No, tah

Jimmy: You heard

Bobby: Yeah and

Jimmy: And I’ll be knocking on your missus’ door if you’re not in by the time I’ve just said, having a word to her mum

Bobby: because I’ll be there, how stupid do you actually think I am

Jimmy: You’ll not be allowed there, mate, keep on

Bobby: ‘cos what, you’re going to tell her her daughter’s a slag? 

Bobby: Good plan, mate

Jimmy: I’ll be a bit busy walking the streets for you, dickhead

Bobby: Calm down

Bobby: I’ll come back when I want

Jimmy: You’ll come back when I’ve told you to, or I’ll find you and bring you, up to you, that

Bobby: You’re so ridiculous, what do you think you’re achieving 

Jimmy: You’re 13

Jimmy: What do you think you’re playing at?

Bobby: Hanging out, having actual friends of my own

Jimmy: Taking the piss, be in by [the time] or don’t

Jimmy: you know what’ll happen

Bobby: Whatever, Jim

Jimmy: in a bit, Bob

Bobby: I’d avoid coming ‘round here for a while if I were you

Libi: Well, you’re not me

Bobby: Well, you’ve upset Jim

Libi: No I’ve not, but clearly you have

Bobby: Yeah, you have and he’s planning on having a word when you do 

Libi: When he does, if he says he doesn’t want me ‘round, I won’t come, I don’t need a warning off you, tah very much

Bobby: Don’t take it then

Libi: I’m not, Bobby

Bobby: What do you want, round of applause?

Libi: From you? Absolutely nothing

Bobby: Ta-ra, then

Libi: Okay, bye

Janis: Alright, I’ll bite, who’s Jake?

Libi: Just a boy from school, you can put your teeth away

Janis: And is there a second reason he deserved a place on your feed, like?

Libi: I don’t know what you could POSSIBLY mean…

Janis: Uhuh 😏

Libi: Fight 🔥 with 🔥 right?

Janis: Certainly a tactic

Libi: It’s a fight he started, not me

Libi: they’re his bullshit tactics

Janis: I’m just glad he’s age-appropriate, about the level of interest I should show, I figure

Libi: Yeah, you’re nailing it

Janis: A background check seems a little unnecessary when you actually have no interest yourself, so

Libi: I know where he’s been, obviously, it’s where my interest does lie

Janis: Go on, no longer in that [their school name] loop

Libi: You’re losing your touch 👵🏽

Janis: That’s charming, if I were keen to know the who’s who of [her year]’s boys, I’d be looking to rekindle my relationship with Lucas an’ all

Libi: It’s an easy guess, nothing about this has or needs much finesse to it

Janis: Someone to do with China? 

Libi: He’s her ex, THE ex, really, as in her only and the one she cheated on

Janis: Oh, okay

Janis: How does that piss off Bobby though?

Libi: I doubt it will, he doesn’t care what I do

Janis: I’m sure he does more than he’ll let on to you, like

Libi: Maybe, but he doesn’t have mates I could hang out with, and Casey isn’t age appropriate or available, so

Libi: making it about him wasn’t an option I had

Janis: You’d have to wait for him to make some, yeah

Janis: Not coming for your lack of finesse with it, don’t worry

Libi: He’s only interested in the one at the minute, and calling her a mate is a stretch

Janis: If you’re buying the socials, which could be as fake as yours

Libi: I’ve had IRL front row since then

Janis: I’d probably be skipping dinner there myself, personally

Libi: Running away’s what you do, I’ve a dog there to walk, thanks to you

Janis: A dog you want, we’ve been over that

Libi: Geographically, still where she is, whether I want that or not

Janis: You could take her to nan and granddad’s too

Libi: I couldn’t, Jim loves her

Janis: Well, there’s nothing I can do about that

Libi: I’m not asking you to

Libi: you’re the one who’s trying to tell me what to do

Janis: I’m just saying, you don’t need to be around them

Libi: You’re just saying upset Jim and Peach cos Bobby wants to upset me

Janis: Don’t then, good God

Libi: Don’t have a go at me for something that isn’t my fault

Janis: I’m not having a go at you

Libi: Yeah right

Janis: I’m not, Libs, I’m just saying you could focus on yourself and not them

Libi: But I can’t, and you don’t get it if you think I just could

Janis: Of course I get it

Libi: I don’t know how to stop, I’ve never known

Janis: I can’t make any assurances it’ll get better, wish I could

Libi: I’m the same person who was told off for kissing him all the time

Janis: Yeah

Janis: He’s going through a lot, it might not be this way forever, nothing’s the same forever so that’s a guarantee actually

Libi: What if it’s worse?

Janis: Then that’ll end too, eventually

Libi: He’s so angry, I wish there was an end in sight for that

Janis: There’s a lot to be angry about

Libi: Yeah

Janis: I know it don’t feel fair, it ain’t but you can’t force nothing

Libi: Can I force you to give me a 🔑 to over the pub if I promise no parties?

Janis: I dunno about that no more, anyway, why would you need to be there when I’m not?

Libi: For the same reason it’s keeping me sane to know there are other lads who want to hang about with me and every negative thing Bobby said isn’t true

Janis: You’re welcome here any time, you know that

Libi: When you can keep an eye on me, like a little kid

Janis: You are

Libi: You used to look after me when you were my age right now

Janis: I’m an inspiration and in any way aspirational when it suits, yeah

Libi: I only need to grow up when it suits, cos you’re fuming about how immature I’ve been

Janis: You don’t need a place to be on your own, not like that, you have endless places to go to get some space

Libi: No I don’t

[sukirichi]

— out of reach | gojo x reader

request: Girllllll I just read your jealous gojo fic and my heart went 📈📈📈📈💥💥💥 youre now one of my fav writers 🙏🧎‍♀️And the spicy parts 😫😫😫 💖 If your asks are still open, could I please request a fic where GOJO has a size kink 🥺🥺🥺 my 5’1 ass is obsessed with that shizzzz 

pov: you’re gojo’s childhood friend and roommate – which leads to utter chaos – or perhaps utter bliss?

warnings: size kink, lots of teasing, lots of cursing, dirty talk, choking (probably not in the way you think), body worship, lots of size difference scenes, slight manhandling, overstimulation, thigh fucking, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (don’t do this irl guys) + unedited fic :D

notes: idk what happened here LMAOOO but i loved writing this one because i’m short as hell too lol. thanks for this request anon, i hope you like it! <3

word count: 10.5k

masterlist ! 

If you’re going to be honest, having Gojo as a roommate is something completely unexpected.

Not only are you two from entirely different worlds – him as a jujutsu sorcerer and you as an average human who can’t see curses – but he’s also just someone who is entirely out of your league. He’s respected and looked up to in his field of work, while half of your co-workers don’t even know your name, much less notice you in function parties where you mostly just nibble on sushi before calling it a day and turning back home.

You and Gojo met in elementary school. You could tell from the way he’s surrounded by servants and stern looking adults, firm hands on his small shoulders, that he was different from everyone else.

Apparently, he comes from one of the three big clans in the jujutsu world or whatever. You honestly don’t care about any of that, because Gojo refuses to act maturely about his role in the clan. You still remember how quiet he was on the first day of school, never smiling and keeping to himself despite your persuasion to eat lunch with him or play with him after school in the courtyard.

You miss that Gojo Satoru – the quiet, serious kid who was far too gentle in his actions yet firm in his words and beliefs. When you were still a little girl, you admired how he seemed older than his age, a wistful look in those azure blue eyes of his that you’ve always loved.

To you, Gojo Satoru was your hero. You’ve always been one of the shortest kids in class, and it didn’t help that you really loved pigtails all the way until middle school that made you an easy target from immature people who’s being hit way too fast by puberty and growing each passing day. You never minded your short stature because really, it’s just height, but you couldn’t ignore how your confidence dwindled each day when they called you several array of nicknames.

Too shy to fight back, you’d laugh it off or force a smile.

Gojo wasn’t having any of it. He’d break his silence and immediately pull you to his side (which only made things worse because Gojo was one of the tallest kids in class, further emphasizing how small you are right next to him) before threatening to smack the kids right in the face.

The threat should be enough to land him detention, but because he’s Gojo Satoru, the golden kid everyone loved, they took his word seriously.

At the age of eleven, you started seeing your best friend as your knight in shining armour. Gojo basked in this, growing protective and always glaring at whoever snickered when you walked past them. Sometimes he even bared his teeth to hiss at them, which was honestly so ridiculous now that you think about, though the message – the threat – always came across loud and clear.

So yeah, you love Gojo, you still do.

Years flew by and the two of you grew apart due to work and also as a part of growing up. You still kept in contact, messaging each other once a month to ask the other how they’re doing. His work kept him extremely busy though, and Gojo didn’t want you involved in the dangers of what he’s doing, so he makes sure to keep a safe distance.

Until six months ago, you hear a banging on your door. You’re just about ready to throw hands because your former roommate moved out to live with her stoner boyfriend, leaving you to shoulder all the bills and responsibilities of maintaining a two man apartment.

A sneer forms on your lips as you swing the door open, a scowl already on your face. You assumed it was your roommate who returned to get the pair of lace panties they left in their room, but instead, your childhood friend stands before you, taller (seriously, how has he not stopped growing?) and definitely a lot hotter than the last time you saw him.

One thing leads to another, and now it feels like there was never such distance between the two of you with how easily you both fell back into a comfortable – yet chaotic – rhythm and routine of being each other’s roommate.

Not that you mind, of course. Gojo’s definitely changed a lot from when you were kids. He’s no longer that stiff or sensitive when it comes to others. In fact, it seems like he loosens up a lot more with age, because you can barely recognize the man living under the same roof with you now.

For one thing, Gojo is loud. Like really talkative, won’t shut the fuck up and speaks like he’s in a screaming contest with someone. It doesn’t matter if you’re taking an important phone call or sleepwalking at three in the morning to pee, Gojo is always creating some sort of ruckus.

You’d never admit it out loud, but you loved it. You love him.

He’s definitely a lot more enthusiastic and fun to be with now that both of you have grown up, or in Gojo’s case, simply aged. His maturity reversed backwards because it feels like you’re taking care of a little kid.

Not only does his body clock is practically non-existent, he’s also horrible when it comes to taking care of himself and being punctual with work.

Fortunately for him, you love him, and you both leave for work at the same time. You always wake up earlier to prepare breakfast so you’d both have energy to start the day – although you highly doubt there’s really anything that depletes his endless source of one.

Sleepily walking through the kitchen with your fist rubbing at your eyes, you rummage through the refrigerator for some eggs when you realize there’s none.

Huh, you think to yourself, scratching your scalp. You’re sure that Gojo went grocery shopping last week since it’s his chore to do the outside stuff like buying groceries and throwing thrash, so where did it go?

You open shelf by shelf, checking each corner and shoving cans aside to look for the tray. With a glare, you stand on your tiptoes to pull the pantry open, only to have your mouth fall aghast because it’s all there – right at the back where you can’t reach it!

Fucking Satoru, you grit your teeth while heaving your body up onto the counter. It’s a struggle because not only are your muscles still half asleep, but because the shelf is right in your face, and if you’re not careful enough, you could hit it right with your face and fall over. Of fucking course you know Satoru did this to make fun of you – and now you retract your statement over your best friend.

It’s all a lie.

He’s a pain in the ass. Why do you even bother cooking for him and letting him live literally just a room away when you know he won’t stop pulling shit like this?

Because, the nagging voice in your head tries to mock, he’s your best friend and you can’t really say no to him. This makes you huff as you carefully pull the tray towards you, hooking two fingers at the edge while your other palm grips at the end of the counter for support. No thanks to your short limbs, you’re practically hogging the shelf by now in an attempt to reach it. You look ridiculous, that’s for sure, and you make a mental note to keep Satoru’s windows open tonight so he freezes to death –

“Aw, cupcake,” a sing-song voice emerges from the other side of the room. “You look so adorable. You should’ve woke me up if you need my help.”

“Fuck off, Satoru,” you flip him off. The man only laughs, the rambunctious sound echoing off the walls. It’s way too early in the morning and he’s already so damn loud; something builds up at the back of your head out of frustration already. His grin only gets wider when you finally got the eggs and clutch it your chest, setting it down on the counter while wiping your sweat away from your face. “Freeloader,” you mutter under your breath, ignoring him when he happily skips over to you.

“Ouch,” he places a palm over his chest, although you both know he’s never really affected by anything. “So what’s for breakfast today? You?”

“You know, I can kick you out anytime I want. I’m being extremely nice even going as far to cook you breakfast before you leave for work, so don’t test my patience.”

“Exactly, my best friend is so kind,” Satoru grows the audacity to rest his arm on your head. This triggers a reflexive response from you; shoulders tensing up and hands curling into fists beside you. “I would totally date her if she wasn’t such a temperamental little devil,” you nearly stab him with a fork with his statement, which he thinks he’s being so sly for but you heard it, and you’re most definitely not pleased with it. “Okay, I’m kidding! I’m going to go shower now!”

You roll your eyes at him and heat the pan over with some oil, muttering under your breath that you’re really going to kick him out soon. As if things couldn’t get worse – as if Satoru couldn’t get any worse – he smacks your backside in the process before darting to the showers.

“Gojo Satoru!”

“Morning, best friend, love ya!”

You were right. He is a pain in the ass.

“You don’t always have to walk me to work.”

“I know.”

“So why’re you still here? I’m not a little kid anymore,” Contrary to your words, you stick closer to Satoru when the morning rush of workers and students begin to crowd the streets. Your best friend notices this with a small smile, his hand resting on the small of your back. “Don’t even try, Satoru.”

“I wasn’t saying anything.”

“I know that look on your face,” you fiddle with the buttons of your uniform, sighing when Satoru follows you inside the bus after tapping your phone for two seats. It’s not a surprise to you anymore that most of your expenses are spent by him, for him, and he lazily sprawls his long limbs across the seat before you pulling you down right next to him.

As much as you hate this man, especially because he smirks at the attention he’s receiving from women – even men – in the bus, you have to admit he’s warm and smells damn good. You bite the inside of your cheeks, looking around in slight self-consciousness before inching a little closer, just to feel his warmth. He’s comforting – irrationally so – so you set your bag between the both of you to keep your sanity. “If you keep doing this, Principal Yaga might fire your ass because you’re never on time.”

“Trust me, cupcake, he won’t. I’m too valuable for that.”

How you saw that coming – you can’t tell anymore. The bus ride is relatively quiet and eventless, with you dozing off every now and then because you’re never a morning person. Thankfully, Satoru is more respectful this time around, lolling your head until it drops to his shoulder. After that, he snakes his arm around your waist before resting it on your thigh as a way to say you don’t have to head bang every damn second and just sleep.

On any other occasion, you would’ve hated it. You always look so small whenever you’re in Satoru’s presence. It doesn’t help that he’s long and lanky, either, his slender fingers effortlessly caressing your thigh while almost your entire body is flushed next to him. But right now, he’s too warm, too soft, and you’re too tired that for just a little bit, you allow yourself to relax.

A beeping wakes you up a moment later. Opening your eyes, you push yourself off Satoru when you see an old lady reaching for the handles. No one gave up their seats for her even as the bus driver asked her to find a seat lest she’d fall.

“Grandma, here, take my seat—” You’re about to stand up and offer it to her when Satoru tugs you by the wrist. Because of your small, wobbly composure, pulling you to him takes little to no effort. You end up on his lap, sitting on him as if you’re nothing but a small, dainty schoolbag. Satoru is clearly enjoying this because you feel him breathily laugh on the back of your neck, charming – annoyingly so – as he gestures to the now empty spot beside him.

“It’s no worries, Grandma. She’ll be fine,” he gestures to you, patting your head like you’re some puppy. “Please, take a seat. The bus is already moving.”

“Satoru, get off me,” You wriggle yourself from his hold, which only ends up in wasted effort because this big oaf doesn’t even budge. He even bounces you on one of his thighs, and you dig your nails into his arms as a silent plead for him to stop. He ignores this, ignores your small whines and the apparent embarrassment that has you debating whether to punch him or hide yourself in the safety of his uniform.

“She’s a feisty little one, isn’t she?”

The old lady watches the two of you banter, giggling behind her wrinkled hands. “You’re an adorable couple.”

“I think so too!”

“You’re so going to pay for this, Satoru,” you grumble, face planted onto your palms. This is it – the worst day of your life. It’s even worse because despite your protests, you have to admit his lap is actually comfortable. You’ve already known this before after countless times of cuddling with Satoru during movie nights, but its different when you’re both out in public. It feels...oddly intimate and maybe even romantic when he rubs soothing circles at your back, almost as if apologizing for this event. Most of all, you just hate the way something pools beneath your stomach at having him so close to you like this. “This is so embarrassing. I’m practically crushing you with my weight.”

“Please, cupcake, you barely weigh anything. I could easily lift you off with just my finger,” when you elbow him in the chest, Satoru only laughs, raising both hands up in surrender. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry, I’ll stop teasing.”

You give up. No one seems to be paying much attention to any of you anyway, so you sigh, letting yourself hide in the crook of his neck as you watch the city pass through the windows. Your body moves as his chest rises and falls from his breathing, the movement oddly comforting. It’s embarrassing – it really is – but at least the grandma was comfortable until Satoru drops you off near your building.

“You don’t have to walk me all the way there.”

“Why not? You don’t want people to see us together or something?”

“No,” you stare at him from the corner of your eye. It’s no secret Satoru is attractive. This bastard knows it too, judging from the way he confidently and arrogantly swaggers next to you, hands shoved deep in his pockets as he walked with no care in the world. “My co-workers keep asking me for your number every time I tell them we’re not dating. It’s getting annoying at this point how they go Satoru this and Satoru that.”

“Am I hearing it right? Is cupcake jealous?”

“I’m not jealous, I’m disgusted,” you correct, “They don’t know how much of a pain you are to have around. They’re so focused with your looks that they completely overlook the fact you can’t even wash your dirty underwear!”

Satoru frowns at this, pointing his finger to you as if you’ve accused him of a huge crime. “Hey, I wash my underwear.”

“Yeah and last time you did, you mixed it with whites! My work uniform turned a stupid shade of blue! Now I can’t picture the colour of your boxers out of my head and it’s giving me a headache!”

“Wow, Y/N,” the smirk on his face and the sudden drop of nicknames lets you know you’ve said something wrong. Even behind his blindfold, you could tell his eyes are just sparkling with amusement. He’s enjoying this way too much. “I never thought you’d ever picture my boxers. I mean, I don’t mind showing it to you if you ask nicely—”

“Ugh, you’re so hopeless. I’m going to work.”

Gojo laughs when you jog away from him. He catches up with you in a matter of seconds, only having to take a few steps forward before he’s right beside you again. You’re unsure if you should be annoyed it’s so easy for him to always be right next to you, and how he almost always is right next to you while you prefer running away. It muddles with your heart and mind so much you pinch the bridge of your nose, trying not to be swayed by the sickeningly sweet sound of his laughter. “I can’t pick you up later, okay? I might work overtime!” (that’s a lie since Gojo prefers shopping and sightseeing)

Both of you know that’s a lie. Gojo never works overtime. He’s going to work for a few hours and so and call playing around with his students as “on-hand learning” before he goes shopping for stupid souvenirs and wild-flavoured mochis, then end his day by sightseeing and coming back home.

“Wasn’t expecting you to,” you mumble, waving goodbye to him as the office doors close. Slowly, Satoru’s grin and enthusiastic farewell fades into view until nothing but the pale, silver walls of your office greets you.

Funny how you claim to hate this man so much, yet the moment he’s out of sight, everything becomes dull and pointless.

It’s an absolutely shitty day. Your equally shitty boss blames you for something you didn’t even do, all because his incompetent secretary – who you’re sure he’s sleeping with – lost this month’s report and claimed she handed it to you last week when you’re not involved in that kind of work. Logic doesn’t come by them because your boss publicly humiliates and scolds you, calling you all kinds of names until tears are streaming down your face.

You slam the door shut the moment you get home, kicking your shoes off as you head straight to your room. You don’t bother taking your makeup off anymore as you change into a loose shirt and floral cotton shirts, padding to the kitchen after seeing Satoru is well nestled into the couch.

At least someone’s had a good day.

Seeing as the sink is empty, he probably hasn’t eaten dinner. This makes you sigh, because when will he ever learn to look after himself? He’s literally like a child.

Satoru pauses whatever he’s watching before he hovers over you, head tilted to the side as he gazes at you with curiosity. You ignore him and begin to set down some bowls and chopsticks for dinner, all the while Satoru is studying every inch of your tightly pulled face. “Bad day?” he concludes.

“Hmm.”

“Bad day it is then,” he nods to himself. “I can cook dinner, if you want.”

“And have you burn my apartment? No thanks,” you scoff, pushing him aside to retrieve the pans when you see that he’s placed them above again, even after you’ve reminded countless times to just leave it near the holders in the sink. “Ugh, why do you keep putting the pans in this shelf? You know I can’t reach this. I’ve had enough with you pulling pranks on me, and don’t think I’ve forgotten you placed my shampoo above the shower head today, you idiot,” you snarl and hop over the counter again to get the pans, trying your best to fight back the tears that are threatening to fall. “You’re really bothersome, you know that?”

“Then why don’t you kick me out?” he challenges, completely oblivious to how you’re struggling – both physically and emotionally. “You always complain about me being a nuisance here, but you’re not really doing anything to keep me out.”

“Because where else would you go?”

“Technically, I have a room back at the Institute.”

“Yeah, but because you’re so stupid and reckless that you got kicked out of your own home,” you spat out, and you watch as Satoru raises a brow at your statement. Banter is common between the both of you, but something about the intensity of your gaze lets him know you’re serious this time around. “I don’t even know how Yuuji puts up with you. That poor Megumi is right when he says you’re insufferable. You’re good for nothing!”

Satoru scoffs, “Fine, if you hate me that much, why didn’t you just say so earlier? I could easily pack my bags and go since I’m just making everything harder—” Satoru doesn’t get to finish what he’s saying when your hand over the counter that acts as support slips under you, and you fall, legs bent awkwardly while you scream, preparing yourself for the impact. The pan is long forgotten, your only thought was oh my god, so this is how I die.

But it never came, and you keep your eyes shut tight even as warm hands cup your ass. Satoru is breathing hard under you. Finally gaining the courage to crack an eye open, your breath halts when you see that he’s sitting on the floor, with you safely nestled between him.

Satoru has always had pretty eyes, but it’s rare he takes off his blindfold off even when he’s home. This is one of those rare occurrences that he seems like a normal human, dressed in a gray sweatshirt that hands low from his collarbones and magnetic blue eyes staring right back at you. His touch is gentle, almost as if he’s afraid to hurt you, and his voice that is usually loud and teasing comes out breathy and hesitant.

“Are you okay?”

Your gaze drops down to his lips. He’s close, so close, that if you just lean a little closer you could – you snap out of your daze. “Get off me.”

“Cupcake, you’re the one who’s on top of me,” his voice falls an octave lower, eyes flitting down to your clothing – or rather the lack of it – before Satoru takes a deep breath. “Did you really have to wear that?”

“I have the right to wear whatever I want in the comfort of my own home.”

“I wasn’t complaining,” he raised a brow, this time completely in control of himself as he gazes back up at you with a burning gaze. You see nothing but the way one corner of his lips tilt up, almost teasing, and he looks so much like a shit-eater that you feel heat crawl down your spine.

You push yourself off him but your bent foot behind you slips, and you fall forward with your hands clutching his strong shoulders. Satoru catches your leg behind you, drags it forward until your knee is pressed in between one of your warmth, very much still enjoying the way you wriggle away from his hold. He knows his effect on you – but you deny this wholeheartedly.

“Careful, cupcake. This isn’t a slip and slide.”

“I hate you so much,” you bare your teeth at him, slapping his chest until he finally lets go of you. Turning your back to him, you pick up the pan and begin preparing your dinner, muttering curses under your breath as you heat up the stove. “I’m kicking you out tomorrow.”

“Why not now?”

“Eat your damn dinner first.”

Dinner after that is awkward. Although Gojo is someone who can wolf down his meal in three seconds, he takes his time in eating to start conversation with you. Sometimes he asks decent questions like how your day was or he’d talk about something stupid, but he’s quiet the whole time. He even volunteers to do the dishes before retreating to his room, coating the house in silence.

It almost feels like you’re all alone over again.

You’ve gotten so used to him being an utter mess everywhere that when he’s not trying to piss you off and actually giving you the much needed peace, you begin to hate it. Memories of the rude things you’ve said to him a while ago play and in your head, and you bang your head against the wall repeatedly.

How are you supposed to apologize to Satoru now?

The answer doesn’t come until you stare at your walls, wide awake at midnight. The house is still eerily silent and you don’t stop shuffling around your bed in discomfort. Many times, you wished that Satoru would shut up and leave you alone, but now that he’s actually done that, it feels weird. Uncomfortable. It feels wrong.

With a grunt, you kick off the sheets and carefully tread to his room, knocking lightly in case he’s already sleeping. “Satoru?” you call out, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. “Are you awake?”

You’ve seen Satoru angry as kids before, but what would he be like now? Would he still want to be your friend? Would he still annoy you by hiding your things somewhere you can’t reach? Or would he be the who is now out of reach? If he leaves...who’s going to walk you to work? Who’s going to complain he doesn’t want to do groceries but buys you things you don’t ask for but want anyway? Who’s going to keep teasing the living daylights out of you if not him?

All these thoughts claw at the back of your mind until your bottom lip trembles. You hate how weak you feel; how you’re never careful with your words.

You never meant it when you said all that.

Your train of thought is cut off when the door swings open, revealing an equally tired-looking Satoru. At the sight of you peering up at him with glossy eyes, he pushes the door wider and steps closer to you, his large hands cupping your face as he leans down in worry. “Cupcake,” his brows pinch together, “Did something happen? Is something wrong?”

“I just wanted to apologize for everything I said,” you blurt out, “I was just tired from work and my boss was being shitty, so I wasn’t totally myself that time and I’m really sorry I took my anger out on you. I didn’t mean it when I said you’re insufferable and that I’m kicking you out so – yeah,” you breathe out, trailing your gaze downwards to stare at your feet instead. It’s difficult to look him in the eye right now. When you finally gain courage to speak again, it barely comes out as a whimper, your hands delicately tugging at his shirt. “Please stay. I like having my best friend around here.”

Satoru doesn’t answer.

You’re about to look up at him just in case you’ve said something wrong, or worse, he refuses to forgive you, but then – “Yeah, I know you wouldn’t kick me out. You’re too much of a darling to say no to me.”

Sigh. Satoru laughs when he sees your shoulders deflate, absolutely shattered in exhaustion. Hiding your smile to now show him you’re relieved, you punch his chest that really feels like a fly had accidentally flew into him. “Way to ruin the mood, Satoru. And here I thought I could have a serious conversation with you for once.”

“Apology accepted,” he beams, tilting your chin upwards so you could look at him. Even in the darkness of his room, his eyes glow, leaving you hypnotized in its beauty. “Plus, I think I’m the one who should apologize. You’re right; I haven’t been the best roommate and I am a freeloader,” he scratches the side of his head in thought. “But I do buy you food all the time though.”

“Yeah, with my money,” you counter, but you don’t really care anymore at this point. You’re beyond elated you’re both fine now, and you shyly gesture to his big, warm bed that suddenly looks so comfortable. “Can I stay here for tonight?”

“You want Satoru’s bear hug?”

“Yes, I do.” There’s no hesitation in your words and you don’t complain anymore when he easily picks you up like a ragdoll using only one arm. He’s surprisingly gentle when he places you both down on the bed, sheets warm and soft as it blankets over you.

It would be perfect – except it’s so damn awkward.

Gojo’s long limbs are everywhere. Your face is pressed into his chest, both your legs tangled together. His arm is sprawled over the curve of your hip, his hand nearly grazing your ass that’s barely covered by the thin material of your shorts, but if he shifts, he’ll end up cupping the back of your thighs which is equally uncomfortable.

He seems to be stuck in the same position because you’re so small, and your knees are grazing his groin. Had he known you’re going to sleep with him, he would’ve worn underwear or even boxers under his sweatpants.

He’s never told you before, but he prefers to sleep in the nude. Satoru only picked up the nearest pair of pants when he heard you knock, and even then, he didn’t have the time to wear a shirt.

Your breath is hot on his skin and he’s so sensitive and aware of all your movements. Satoru clears his throat awkwardly, shifting until his arm lightly holds your back instead, but then he pulls away as if he’s touched fire when he’d unknowingly fiddled with your bra clasp instead. It’s so painfully awkward that Satoru chuckles above you, while you scrunch your nose, silently praying to the heavens above that he won’t hear how loud your heart is beating right now.

“Why is it so hot in your own room?”

“Maybe it’s time you get me an AC.”

“You wish, Satoru,” you mumble beneath him, making yourself as comfortable as you can with your cheek resting on his bicep. It’s not the softest pillow considering he’s pretty muscular, but he’s warm and smells like mint spice nevertheless. “You’re really not going to put on a shirt?”

Satoru sighs, a long and loud one that is extended for dramatic purposes. Suddenly, he pushes your knee off of him, grimacing and thanking the darkness that you can’t see how much he’s struggling right now. “Cupcake, this is hard for me as much as it is for you. You’re barely wearing anything.”

“Since when have you cared about what I wear?”

“I’m a man, Y/N,” is what he reasons with, “You’re lucky it’s me. Had it been someone else and you crawled into their bed wearing these—” Satoru pinches the waistband of your shorts, and you squeal in protest, only making him laugh afterwards before he lets it go and the material snaps back at your skin, “—poor excuse of what you call shorts, I can’t guarantee they’ll give you a peaceful night.”

You know exactly what he’s trying to hint at. Still, it’s hard to believe that Satoru is capable of seeing you that way.

It’s not that you feel you’re unattractive. You know you’re pretty and have been out on many dates, but it’s easy to feel that you’re not sexy when you have the height of a thirteen year old and you’ve been constantly chastised about it.

Satoru’s not-compliment compliment has your heart skipping a beat, and you scoff in response. “Shut up,” you warn lamely, “I want to sleep.”

“Then let’s sleep, cupcake.” You don’t know if it’s because you’re utterly exhausted that you doze off seconds later or if Satoru’s words just held power in them, but soon all thoughts of anything unwanted drifts out the window, his arms keeping you close, completely safe and sound until the worst nightmares couldn’t even come close.

Hot. It’s extremely hot.

You crack an eye open to try and find the source of this uncomfortable heat, but you freeze when you realize you can’t feel your muscles from the chin down. Panic rises in your throat once you see the current predicament you’re in, and a scream rips through your throat so loud that the birds outside scurry away in a flurry.

You’re wrapped in Satoru’s blanket and comforter, rendering you unable to move because of how he’d treated you like a burrito wrap. Even your toes are captured inside this hell, and only your head is able to wriggle side to side.

“Satoru!”

The culprit comes out of the shower a split second later, his hair dripping wet and only a towel hanging low from his lips. If you weren’t so hell-bent on killing him, you would’ve been speechless at the way water drips from his hair down to the curves of his abs, going down down down into a place only your darkest imaginations could take you.

Satoru bends over in laughter as he whips out his phone, jumping from angle to angle and side to side to take photos of you. “Fuck,” he howls, slapping his thigh while you snarl in an attempt to break free. “You’re a lot cuter than I thought you’d be.”

“Satoru! Get me out of here!”

“No, this is way too gold. I’m sending these to my students.”

“Satoru, I’m serious!” The devil incarnate himself falls deaf to your please.

Maybe it’s because the violent intent has coursed through your veins so strongly that a surge of energy and strength overcomes you, and soon, you’ve rolled out of the blanket. The fresh air nipping at your heated skin is most welcomed, but right now, you had a mission to fulfil: obliterate Gojo Satoru.

The platinum haired man is still laughing to himself, too distracted in scrolling through the best photos to send to his students that he doesn’t notice you escaping and zooming straight right at him.

The momentum is enough to catch him off guard until you end up on top of him, short arms clawing your way through to snatch his phone. Satoru yelps when his phone lands out into the living room and your hands come down to choke him. You don’t have plans to kill him, but you want to hurt him enough to remind him you’re not someone he can fuck with.

You’ve just about had enough of this man and you’re so sick of him!

Satoru yells out a “Hey!” when you let out a battle cry, using your legs to kick him back when he tries to sit up. Your plan backfires when your hands slip down his wet skin and you fall face forwards, hands barely touching the ground for support when your lips come crashing down on his.

He stills underneath you. It takes a moment for you to realize that holy shit, you’re kissing him and his lips are so soft that has you scrambling back, but Satoru doesn’t let you.

His large hand comes up at the back of your neck to pull you forward. The sudden movement makes you gasp, and Satoru slips his tongue inside when you do so. You no longer remember how you got here or try to make sense of what’s going on, because he feels so good, tastes so good that you bury your nails in his hair while he ravishes your mouth.

You’re so tiny that his hand cups your entire buttcheek almost possessively, a low growl emanating deep in his throat when your tongue eagerly intertwines with his. Satoru tastes like heaven and everything about the kiss is sloppy – tongue clashing with one another and teeth nibbling at the other’s lips. It’s clear both of you can’t get enough of one another as you moan in his mouth, shamelessly grinding on his crotch, suddenly thankful that you’re always wearing thin clothes when you feel him harden underneath you.

“Fuck, baby,” he pulls away to breathe, a string of saliva connecting the both of you. “Yeah, just like that,” There’s something empowering about the way he pants at your ministrations, especially when you roll your hips faster across his erection. “Keep going, baby, you’re doing – fuck – so well.”

You smirk at his praises, latching your teeth on his neck to suck marks on them. Satoru groans at the same time you muffle your moans through his skin, his hands sliding under your shirt to tug the cups of your bra down. You nearly lose it when he pinches your nipple, bolts of electricity running down your spine at the contact. A moan breaks through your lips just as you come right there and then, the wetness of your sudden orgasm barely hidden in your flimsy underwear.

“Feel good?” he teases and drags your shirt down to the other side, but the post-nut clarity hits. And when it does, it hits hard.

Fuck. You just came from Satoru’s simple touches, and he’s so unsatisfied, still painfully hard underneath you but nothing but panic and regret washes over you like a strong tidal wave. Suddenly, you grow lightheaded as you push yourself off him, fixing your bra while ignoring the confused and hurt look on his face.

“I gotta go to work,” you run out the room, feeling your body tremble as Satoru runs after you. “Make yourself breakfast. I’ll eat on the way out.”

“Y/N, wait!”

You know you’ve just ruined everything – that nothing will ever be the same after that – but you’re scared, utterly and remorsefully so, that you slam the door right in his face as if you don’t have any idea how much you broke him.

You’ll never forget the way Satoru’s face fell when you left.

Just as you thought, nothing is the same after that. The tension is so thick around the apartment you make an effort and go out of your way just to avoid him and the apartment completely.

It’s cowardly – you know this much – but do you ever try to fix the friendship you cherish but shattered completely? You don’t. You don’t because it only crashes down onto you now that maybe your feelings for him aren’t just platonic, after all. It’s even worse because you touch yourself at the thought of him filling you up when he’s asleep, all because you want him so bad and the mere presence of him has your brain malfunctioning.

It isn’t entirely sexual either. Yes, you want to fuck him badly, but it scares you down to the core even more because you want so much more than that.

Now you understand why you always say he’s a bother but never asked him to leave. It’s because you like him, actually romantically interested in him. It makes sense now why you always felt so annoyed whenever your co-workers asked for his number, or how you’re immediately pissed off when Satoru talks about this hot woman he saw at work. You always chalk it up to an excuse you just hate how he can’t keep in his pants, but it isn’t true at all.

It’s because you actually like him – and you’re at a loss on what to do or how to deal with it.

The next few days feels like hell. Satoru isn’t stupid; he knows you’re avoiding him. He stops teasing you eventually and even buys takeout all the time when you lock yourself up in your room right after work, refusing to cook dinner or even eat all so you’d be spared the torture of looking at him.

He’d knock at your door and ask you to eat, but other than that, he’s respected your distance.

You feel like the most terrible person on earth. You don’t miss the way dark circles line under his eyes or how he’s lost his spark, barely even speaking to you when you’ve come or about to leave for work.

You’re alone the whole ride, as well, and it only dawns on you how lonely you are when Satoru isn’t always annoying you all the time.

But it doesn’t make sense. Why is he so bothered by it? Didn’t he regret it? It’s painfully clear you’re not Satoru’s type. You’ve seen the women he dated before, and you’re not close to them so why does he seem like he’s struggling with this as well? Or maybe...he’s just sad that his friend is avoiding him.

Yeah, that has to be it.

Satoru is a man. He was probably turned on at that time, but after giving some thought about it, he probably wants to keep his distance too. He’d be insane if he ever actually wants to date you – his best friend out of all people – because he’s Gojo Satoru and he could literally have everyone else.

You don’t care that you’re a coward.

You don’t care that Satoru is sad to see you this way.

You don’t care because you know he’ll reject you, you know he’ll be weirded if you admit your feelings for him. To him, you’re like his little sister. There’s just no way you two would work out. For now, you have to get comfortable with the uncomfortable. You just need some time to get over your feelings for him, and when you’re confident you won’t fall for him again, you’ll mend your friendship.

You just need time.

“So, Y/N, you still don’t want to give us your friend’s number?”

“Yeah, Y/N, you should share it,” your co-worker encourages by jabbing her shoulder to yours. It’s a lazy Friday night and the staff went out for dinner. You don’t usually come to these hangouts since dinner with Satoru is always much more fun, but he’s the last person you want to think about now, so you happily join them. Now, though, you’re starting to regret ever coming here. “If he’s really single like you said, then it shouldn’t be a big deal to ask for it.”

“Well, since you want it so badly, why don’t you ask him directly for it instead?” you snap, feeling anger begin to trickle. All you wanted was just one day where you don’t have to think of him, but of course they had to bring him up. It’s also annoying how they can never seem to get the message across that you don’t want them dating him. “Why do I have to be the messenger?”

“We haven’t seen him much. Doesn’t he always walk you to work?”

“He’s been busy with his job, that’s all.” And also because I’m avoiding him – so now he’s avoiding me too.

“He’s a teacher, right?”

“Oh, come on, guys, don’t be so dense,” your senpai chugged her drink rather loudly, catching the attention of your nosy co-workers who wouldn’t stop pestering you for his number. “Look at how uncomfortable she looks. It’s obvious she doesn’t want you guys to be involved with her friend for a reason. Think of how weird it is for her too if ever her co-worker and best friend dated. She’s going to feel like a third wheel.”

“I’m not—”

“That makes sense,” your co-worker nodded beside you, “Are you sure you just don’t like him though?”

“Ew, why would I?” the food began to taste bitter through your lies, “He may be tall and attractive, but as his roommate, I’ve seen his ugly side. Satoru is a complete slob and can’t even cook to save his life.”

“I don’t mind cooking for him all the time if I were to be his little housewife.”

“That’s never gonna happen,” your words came out harsher than it was, and you laugh it off with a wave of your hand when your co-workers’ eyes widened. “I’ve been living with him for six months and he’s never brought anyone home or told me he’s going on a date. I told you already, he’s a no strings attached kind of guy. He’s nothing but a one night stand.”

“You have to admit he’s still sexy though.”

Right. You hide your groan through another shot because there’s no way of convincing them otherwise. As much as you hate to admit, you’re actually jealous on how freely they could talk about him like that, but then again, it’s not like you and Satoru were dating – or would ever date, for that matter.

They start to leave one by one when it starts to get late, leaving only you who’s still desperate to avoid Satoru. Nothing prepares you for when the sky darkens and a storm comes pouring just as you’ve left the closing shop, the rain drenching and soaking your clothes through and through. Running under the nearest tree for shelter, you shiver. It’s cold – way too cold – and curse yourself for not bringing a darned umbrella.

The nearest bus stop is like what, fifteen to twenty minutes away? Your teeth are chattering and your legs are shaking, and you fumble through your phone as you dial a number you know by heart before you even realize what you’re doing. “S-Satoru?”

“Y/N,” the surprise is unmasked in his voice, something shuffling in the background before it falls silent. “Is everything okay?”

“Uhm, are you busy right now? It’s fine if you are, I’m just—”

“I’m training with Yuuji, but what is it?”

“Listen, I,” you inhale sharply when coldness bursts through your body, making you shiver and press yourself closer to tree to get away from the rain. Above you, thunder crackles before the rain grows heavier and angrier. “I forgot to bring an umbrella and I’m absolutely soaked right now. The nearest bus stop is fifteen minutes away and all the buildings here look so shady—”

“I’ll be on my way. Text me where you are,” You nod and thank him, too cold and numb to realize you’ve just broken days of silence. You lose track of time under there, hugging yourself until your lips turn blue. It doesn’t take long before Satoru shows up minutes later, his hair equally drenched and sticking flat to his eyes free from his blindfold while he pants, hand on his knees. “Thank goodness you’re safe. I rushed here so fast I forgot to bring an umbrella.”

After seeing Satoru drenched like that, something snaps within you. He doesn’t seem bothered by the fact the rain is unforgiving as it slaps the pavement, and your heart breaks when you see that he’s more concerned for you – even after you’ve given him the silent treatment. “You idiot! Now you’re soaking wet too, you’re going to get sick!”

“Highly unlikely,” he shrugs. “Come on, let’s get you home.”

“But what about—” Satoru suddenly carries you before draping his coat over your head, running until he found a cab to hail. He immediately asks the driver to turn up the heater while you tremble on top of him, not caring anymore that you’re sticking so close to him for heat.

Satoru doesn’t let you go all the way inside the apartment. He sets you down on the couch where you take off your wet clothes in haste, too cold with teeth chattering that you silently take the hoodie and boxers Satoru offers you, making sure to keep his gaze averted the whole time. Once fully dressed, you snuggle back into the sofa’s comfort, stiffening when the couch dips beside you.

Not a moment later, Satoru towel-dries your hair, leaving your mouth and throat dry with guilt. Even after you’ve unnecessarily been a bitch to him, he’s still so kind with you.

“Thank you for coming.”

“Don’t mention it.”

“Satoru...” you twiddle with your thumbs just as he starts to ruffle the towel in your hair, making sure to squeeze water out of the strands as he dries it. “About what happened the other day—”

“It didn’t happen if you don’t want it to,” his voice is cold’ monotonous and so emotionless you’re rendered speechless. “You can forget about it.”

“I...”

“You regret it, right?” he’s done with drying your hair, and he stands up to place the wet towels in the sink as you watch him stride all the way there. He’s changed his clothes too; looking comfortable in a plain white shirt and some grey sweatpants, looking every bit the domestic boyfriend you’ve always wanted but can never have. “It’s fine. We can forget about it and go back to normal,” to emphasize his point, Satoru winks at you, though it does nothing but make your heart sink.

“What if I don’t want to forget it?” your voice is small; hesitant and wavering with fear. “What if...the only reason I pulled away is because I wanted more of you?”

Satoru’s back freezes as he sets the towel aside. At this point, your heart is pulsing on your tongue, and you dig your nails onto your thighs when Satoru sits down next to you, right next to you. He’s silent the whole time; eyes calculatedly piercing through yours. Your breath hitches when his hands that are burning hot against your cold skin cups your jaw before his thumb runs across your lips, his eyes turning dark at your reactions.

“And what if I said I felt the same way?”

“I,” you gasp, closing your eyes because it all feels so surreal. “I like you, Satoru. I like you a lot and I—” he doesn’t let you finish. Soon, you find yourself in his lap with his hands cupping your cheeks while he smashes his lips onto yours.

Satoru is absolutely feral. He’s breathing hard and almost angry, even, with the way his teeth are biting down to nibble on your lips. You moan when he drags you closer, your clothed centre rubbing on his thigh with delicious friction. “You have no idea,” he rasps down on your lips, “how much I’ve fucking liked you ever since we were kids,” Satoru pushes his hoodie aside, revealing your sweet neck to him, and he doesn’t waste his time in sucking and abusing the poor flesh so he can mark you as his. “I’ve always wanted you, Y/N, it’s always you, always you.”

You fist his hoodie when Satoru sinks his teeth down into the juncture of your neck, his hands curious and exploring every inch of your body. He knows you’re naked underneath his clothes, but it’s a different thing when he actually feels your breasts right on his palm. Satoru tweaks the hardened bud in his fingers, growling when you moan at the contact and use his thigh to get off.

“You—” you gasp as you expose your neck to him, wild and needy as you keep rubbing your heat over his thigh. “—talk way too fucking much,” you scold, finally pushing his lips away from your neck. Satoru chuckles at your eagerness but you silence him by flinging his boxers off of your body and somewhere far away, exposing your heat slick with arousal right in front of him. His pupils blow in excitement, hands coming up to grab at your hips, but his attention is taken away when you nibble on his ear to whisper, “Shut up and fuck me.”

The simple command is enough to make his patience snap. In a flash, you’re pinned underneath him, whining and moaning when his finger meets no resistance as he slips it inside. “You’re that needy, huh?” he laughs even louder when you lose it, humping yourself on his finger because it’s not enough.

“Satoru,” you beg, clutching his bicep when he adds another finger in. “More.”

His fingers are so long, hitting places that your small ones could never reach. He begins to scissor his way in, his fingers deliciously rubbing against your velvety walls while pumping them inside and out in a speed that causes you to squelch around him.

It’s absolutely lewd how you’re eagerly spread out before him, but your head is clouded with lust, no longer hindered by shyness out of your need to cum. Your chest is rising heavily, his thumb now rubbing against your clit as he coaxes you to cum. “Tell me what you want, baby,” he kisses your cheeks, eyelids, nose, anywhere but your lips, his voice so gentle and innocent as if he’s not knuckle deep inside you. “Tell me how you want me.”

“Inside,” you whine, gasping when he brushes against a really sensitive spot that has you clamping down on him. “‘Toru, fuck, just fuck me.”

“Beg for it,” he smiles against your skin, relentless and harsh as he keeps pushing inside you. You feel him everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Another finger adds in until you’re dripping enough on his palm and staining the couch, but neither of you care. “I said, beg for it.”

“No,” you hold back, nearly crying out when he pulls your fingers out of you. That sudden emptiness is back again, but you don’t want to beg. You’ve never begged another man before, and this won’t be the first time you’ll be doing so either. You refuse to let him have the upper hand despite the crystal clear fact you’re already soaking wet for him, but because you’re stubborn, you only fumble with his sweatpants to spring his cock free.

He’s already dripping with pre-cum from the slit, his cock hard and angry. Despite his arousal, Satoru stops you from going further, using only one hand to trap both your wrists. “Beg for it,” he demands again, his other fist already pumping down on his shaft.

You nearly cry at the sight. Both of you are aware that Satoru is capable of pleasuring himself, but it’s not that easy for you. Your small, dainty fingers will never be parallel to the pleasure his long cock could give you. All you had to do was beg for it. He’s right there, within reach, if only you’d just –

Impatient for your answer, Satoru takes you by the hips and discards your hoodie in the process, sinking you down his cock, inch by delicious inch. You don’t hold back from the sensual and high-pitched moan that leaves your lips. He’s long, and the tip of his cock just about brushes your cervix when he bottoms out. He feels so good, so warm and huge and filling you up right where you want him to be. Your head falls down on his shoulder as you begin to roll your hips, but Satoru has had enough.

“Fuck, look at you,” he presses on the bulge of his cock visible through your abdomen. “You’re so fucking small – how do you take me so well? I could ruin you. Do you want that? Do you want me to ruin you?”

“Yes, yes, fuck.”

“You think you can just leave me hanging like that, huh?” he slaps your ass, eliciting another moan from you and making you clench around his cock. Satoru falters for a moment. Before you can react, he stands up, your legs wrapped around his waist with nothing but his tip hitting inside you. “You’ve been so fucking mean – leaving me wanting you like that and ignoring me for days. Do you think you deserve this, huh?” Satoru kicks his door open at the same time he loosens his hold around your ass, making you slide down his length the next second.

“Oh, fuck,” you cry out just as Satoru begins to bounce you, your breasts following the motion of him fucking deep into you. “Fuck, Toru, that’s too—”

He’s so eager to fuck you, to make a mess out of you and have you losing your mind over his cock that he doesn’t even wait until you’re both on the bed. You no longer register when your back hits the pillow, or how your arms are frozen when he pins it above your head.

“You’re so beautiful,” he praises as he watches you clench around him. You’re so small and his eyes zero in on the way your abdomen bulges then flattens again every time he pounds into you, rolling his hips in a way that has you screaming and thighs quaking. “Beautiful, beautiful, perfect,” the moment his hands grip at your hips to pin you down, you know he’s not going to stop. And you don’t want him to.

Satoru latches his lips around your right breast, gently grazing his teeth over it while his other hand pinches and rolls the pebbled nipple between his fingers. He feels so good – and you’re crying already by the time you wrap your legs around him to pull him closer.

The room is filled with the smell of sex, the sound of skin slapping against skin combined with his breathy grunts and your moans like heaven on his ears. Satoru wants you to feel how much he loves you – how much he adores you – and the pace he sets is torturous. He snaps his hips against yours and presses down on the bulge of his cock through your belly, chuckling when you tighten more around him.

Your head lols to the side, tears falling down your pretty face because of how rough he’s being. But you don’t complain, not when he’s filling you in so deep and he’s kissing you everywhere, touching you everywhere, making you feel nothing else and nobody else but him.

“You’re amazing,” he rasps, watching the way your tight cunt sucks him in greedily as if you don’t want him to go anywhere else. “You take me in so well – you really want me to destroy you, huh?”

“Satoru, please,” you finally plead, “I-I’m cumming, I want you, I need you, oh,” you squeal when he finally lets your arms free. You look so precious, so innocent, and he doesn’t let up his pace. He plants his feet into the ground and his strokes begin to grow sloppy, your tight walls encouraging him to go faster, go deeper.

If possible, Satoru is only even more fuelled with the way you look so precious and innocent in that moment. His touch is gentle in comparison to the way he’s mercilessly plowing into you, using his thumb to wipe away the tears streaming down your cheeks. He knows he’s too big for you, that much is obvious from how much you’re already overstimulated just by his size, but your nails sink down on the flesh of his ass as a silent plead for more.

“Fuuuuck, I’m so close!”

“Yeah?” He fondled your clit, loving the sight of your small body creaming down on his cock. “Come for me, sweet girl. I want to feel you coming on my cock. Come on, tell me you’re mine. You’re made me for aren’t you?”

“Yes, Satoru, fuck,” you squeal, throwing your head back for a second when he keeps hitting your g-spot that has you seeing stars. Your toes curl and your hands fist the sheets behind you as he keeps impaling you with his cock right then and there.

You looked perfect; so perfect to him that he’s basically using you for his own pleasure at this moment. Your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave, back arching and nipples brushing against his chest.

In that moment, you grow needy to have him even closer, tilting up to blindly search for his lips. Satoru complies; leaning down and leaving open mouthed breathy kisses that’s a mix of you moaning and crying around him, while he struggles to do so when he’s cursing at the feeling of you coating his cock with your juices. Satoru looks down at your tiny frame trapped in his arms, his voice husky as he groans once he saw both of your arousal absolutely leaking out of your wet cunt.

He’s so close but you’re already over the edge, scratching at his back at the overstimulation. You’re still so sensitive from when you came and Satoru doesn’t slow one down one bit. He loses his rhythm as his thrusts go sloppy, and Satoru buries his face in your neck as his cock twitches inside you until he bursts with his cum leaking out of your hole.

Satoru’s arms give out beneath you, his chest colliding with yours but not enough that he’s crushing you with his weight. You’re both breathing hard and panting, his dick softening inside you.

He pulls back a moment later to slide out his sensitive cock, wincing while he watches pools of cum gather in your pussy before it drips out. It isn’t until he’s witnessing the mess he’s made he realizes how you’ve been so good for him; taking him all the way in despite your quivering frame. It dawns on him now just how tiny you are when he pulls you close to him; you’re practically hanging off his chest with how small your body is.

He wonders how you’re able to fit all of him, but he’s grateful nevertheless. Satoru shows his appreciation by peppering kisses all over your face, his hand snaking down to caress your inner thighs.

“Hmm,” you moan into the kiss, jolting when his knuckles brush against your sensitive clit. “Satoru, no,” you whine while pushing his hand away, and he shushes you with another kiss. “’M too sensitive, please...”

“It’s fine, cupcake, it’s fine,” his nickname for you is back again, and you lean closer to him just as he begins to massage your sore legs. “You did so well for me, cupcake, you know that? You’re such a good girl for me,” too fucked out to have a comprehensive answer, you only nod in response, spreading your legs open again and ignoring the warm stickiness between your thighs as Satoru kneads your abused flesh. You feel him kiss your temple before he leaves to get a towel and cleans you up. Meanwhile, you’re so tired you’re about to doze out in his bed.

“Hey,” he soothes, bundling you up in his arms until you’re tucked in the safety of his body. So small, he coos inside his head, watching as you fold yourself even smaller while your eyes flutter. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you sigh into his shoulder, “I feel good. Thank you.”

Satoru doesn’t really know what you’re thanking him for. He feels like he’s the one who’s mostly indebted to you after everything you’ve done for him. You’ve already fallen asleep before he gets the chance to tell you how he feels, so Satoru only covers you both under his blanket, making sure there’s no more space between you out of fear you’ll distance yourself from him again.

But he doesn’t have to worry about that because you’re right next to him, and you’re never out of reach.