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⚠︎ mdni, smut, alcohol abuse, parental neglect, overall mature themes, and more [ this is made for all parts ]

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Chapter 13: Under The Moon

Matt’s POV

It hurt to watch her break in my arms night after night. The guilt gathered in my gut with each tear that seeped down her cheek. I could tell she was trying to hold it all in, but there was no way to bottle it up anymore.

Not a word exchanged between her and her dad yet. I didn’t know if that was for better or for worse.

My mind had been racing all week. Sputter of thoughts roaming through my head about her, what to do to make her smile last through the night. She just needed to heal, and I understood that.

Well, try to understand it.

It was a hard thing to wrap my head around.

She had told me how the marks on her hands were an accident. He hadn’t meant to slam the window hard enough to send it crashing down on her hands. The way she explained it made me question everything.

How is she so forgiving to a man who can’t seem to do anything but hurt her?

I loved my dad, I loved my mom. But, would I really have loved them if they could never give me the time of day? I couldn’t wrap my head around it.

After the whole conversation with him, my mom, and Era, I didn’t even know what to think. I didn’t even know what to say.

Too many words weighed in my mind.

Words that had been spat between the adults in front of my face as my fists had stayed clenched by my sides. I could barely hear what they were saying over the chants in my head, reminding myself to keep calm.

But, I heard enough.

I just wish I hadn’t.

Y/n’s POV

I felt guilty. The amount of relief as I slept in Matt’s bed over the past week had been sickening. I didn’t want to feel so happy without my dad. I wanted to be happy with him.

I hadn’t talked to him. I was scared. I don’t know exactly what I was scared of. Maybe it was that he would be a complete wreck. Maybe it was that he would be just fine. Either way, my heart twisted with a vulgar pain and mixed emotions.

Matt hadn’t pushed me for anything. He simply held me in his arms when I cried, whispering sweet nothings into my ear. It helped, but it didn’t fix everything.

I looked in his floor-length mirror as I smoothed over the fabric of the jersey. The material was soft and light, but the flashbacks that came with it were heavy. Every wrinkle in the fabric reminded me of his hands twisting in the material, his words spitting on my skin like needles.

Something that had once made me so happy, now filled me with emotions I couldn't even comprehend. I loved it. I loved the way it was Matt’s. I loved the way he desperately wanted me to wear it. But I hated what it signified to me. It was the start of something that had seemed so great, ending up in the jumbled mess of whatever the fuck I was doing now.

I had always wanted my dad to be happy. But, I wasn’t so sure now that he really had the opportunity to be completely happy without me. It was selfish.

He hadn’t meant to slam so hard on the window that it would slam down. He hadn’t meant to yank my hair. But what did he ever mean to do? He didn’t hold any intentions with me. Good or bad. Somehow, that made me wish he really just had done worse. Maybe it would’ve helped me put the hope I still had for him in the ground, six feet under the dirt.

“Ready?” Madi knocks on the open door frame. I flicker my eyes over to her, giving her a curt nod. She holds up her makeup bag in her hands, trotting over to my side.

“Let’s just sit down. I’ll do you and you can do me?” she asks. I shake my head at her suggestion. I’ll ruin it.

“I’m not nearly as good as you are. I don’t wanna mess anything up–” she pulls out a pallet and a brush, shoving the materials in my hands as she plops down onto the floor in front of the mirror.

I sigh looking down at her. “Practice makes perfect! Makeup is temporary, it’s not like you’re giving me a tattoo, come on!” She tugs on the jersey as I plop down on the floor.

I hesitantly stare down at the brush and small square pallet. “I don’t know, Madi. It’s a lot of steps, I don’t think–”

She reaches over, opening the shimmery pallet. “How about this,” she takes the brush and dips into a shade. “--I’ll do it step-by-step, we’ll switch off.” I nod as she reaches out with the brush, closing my eyes as I feel the bristles move in soft circle motions around the entirety of my eyelid.

“So,” she picks up more product. “--I’m just using this neutral shade to create a base. It’s easier to move in soft circular motions, blending out little-by-little.” she explains.

I pay attention to the amount of pressure she applies with each movement and the areas she focuses on. I open my eyes as she pushes the brush into my hands. I dip into the soft beige powder, tapping the brush like she did. My hand reaches up, smudging the bristles with circular motions.

“Like this?” I ask, pulling my hands down to rest on my knees. Madi opens her eyes, looking over to the mirror.

“Oh my god, yes…you did it practically perfect, what the fuck.” she exclaims. She turns back to me with a look of astonishment. I feel the grin rise on my face from her compliment.

I shrug my shoulders upward sheepishly. “Well,” I laugh dryly. “--I must have a good teacher then!” I remark. She rolls her eyes with a smile. “Well, duh.” she replies.

Sitting between Nick and Madi on the metal bleachers, my ass was going numb. I didn’t understand hockey. I had no clue about any of the rules. But, it didn’t take a genius to see how good Matt was as a player.

He floated on the ice with ease and precision. Him and Nate dominated together, swerving the puck between the opposing team like it was child’s play with Chris occasionally joining in. I knew his passion was YouTube with his brothers, but god, he could be a professional hockey player if he really wanted to be.

It was hot, to say the least. The determination I could see in his eyes drove me nuts. Every single time he flashed me a cocky grin after a good play, I felt myself biting down on the flesh of the inside of my cheek.

The game wasn’t even close as it came to an end. It was obvious the other team had pretty much given up. As the final ring sounded of the scoreboard, everyone cheered.

People started standing up from their seats, piling out in herds from the stands. Marylou and Jimmy had strayed from the stands with cheerful smiles. “Does anyone wanna ride home with us or are you all gonna ride home with Matt and Chris?” Marlou asks.

Nick and I shake our heads in sync. “I might, actually, if that’s okay?” Madi asks. They nod as she stands, walking in tow behind them. “See ya soon!” she says. She blows a kiss at me as I repeat the silly gesture.

I feel Nick’s arm sling around my shoulders as I look towards the ice. The players spill out and down the hallway, towards the gym locker rooms. I see Matt wave his hockey stick in the air. I laugh, giving him a wave as he disappears down the corridor.

“Want some?” Nick asks. I look down as he offers me his bag of skittles. I nod as he shakes a handful into my palm. “Thanks.” I mumble. He hums, shaking the bag into his mouth.

“We can go wait outside the locker rooms, they might be a minute though.” Nicks says. I nod my head as he stands, following his movement upward as his arm stays slug around my shoulders.

I pop the skittles into my mouth as we walk down the halls of the school. The sweetness makes my mouth salivate. Our steps echo through the barren halls as we arrive right outside the boys locker room.

Nick plops down on the bench against the wall, dragging me down with him. The boy’s locker room door swings open. Chris walks out with damp hair and a duffle across his shoulder.

His feet plant in front of the bench before he leans slightly down. He shakes his wet hair, sending a light shower of mist to Nick and I. “Chris!” we both yell in sync. Chris gives a shrug with a playful smile. He flops his duffle on the ground before sitting directly by my side.

“So,” he reaches over, placing his arm over Nick’s. Nick squints his eyes, leaning to look at Chris before throwing his arm off of me. “Bitch, no.” Nick states. I let out a small laugh, watching as Chris pouts like a child.

“Can I have some?” Chris points down to the bag of skittles. Nick snags the bag closer to his chest. “There’s none left,” Nick replies.

I hold back a smile as Chris reaches over, trying to grab the bag from Nick. I pull myself against the wall as they fight over the bag. “Chris, let go!” Nick shouts. Chris shakes his head, yanking the bag out of Nick’s hand. Nicks flails his arm in the air as the skittles spill on the ground.

“Chris!” he shouts. He leans down, picking up the array of skittles as Chris wraps his arm around my shoulders. Nick stands up, hesitating as he looks at the skittles in his palm. No trash can in sight. Nick shrugs, wandering to the outside doors, pushing them open as he throws the handful of candy.

“Nick! Don’t litter!” Chris exclaims. Nick rolls his eyes, dusting off his hands as he walks back to the bench. “It’s skittles, you stupid fuck.” he spits.

Chris waves his hand dramatically as Nick plops down on the bench, his thigh brushing against mine as he gives me an annoyed look. “Still, what if a bird chokes on it?!” Chris points out.

Nick gives me a playful look. “Then he’ll taste the rainbow as he goes out,” he says. The giggles push through my lips endlessly. I hold my gut, hunching over as Chris laughs next to me, leaning onto me.

Our laughs die down as we hear footsteps pattering our way. I look up, seeing Jeffrey. The smile falls from my face quickly.

Jeffrey steps forward, his toes nearly touching mine. His arms crossed over his chest as he let out a dry laugh. “You’re even fucking the gay one now? Damn, I wonder–”

“Shut the absolute fuck up. No one wants you here, leave.” Nick spits. His fists are clenched in his lap tightly. I feel Chris’s arm around me pat on Nick’s shoulder. Nick takes a deep breath, huffing as he leans against the wall.

“Woah, woah. No need to get so offended. It’s not like it’s true, right?” he taunts. Chris shakes his head, letting out a huff of air. “Jeffery, you’re already on thin fucking ice with Nate right now, walk away before you do something to get kicked off the team.” He grumbles.

“We both know he can’t kick me off, so save your shit.” he remarks. His feet pivot, stepping on mine. I yelp, pulling my feet under the bench as he shoots me a taunting smile. “Whoops.”

“Jeff! My man, nice game!” The familiar voice makes my stomach lurch. Johnny. He comes up behind Jeffery, patting him on the shoulder before looking down at me. I shrink into Chris’s arm anxiously under his gaze. “Oh, hey kid! Long time no see!” Johnny says.

I give him a tight-lipped smile and sooth my clammy palms over my jeans. “How do you know her, dad?” Jeffery asks.

Dad? Fuck me.

Johnny reaches out, ruffling my hair. I sit frozen in my spot as he laughs. “She’s George’s kid.” he answers.

I smooth over my hair as he pulls his hand back to his side. Jefferey shoots me a sly grin. “Really?” He asks. Johnny hums, swinging his keys in his hand. “Yup, now where’s Nate?” he questions.

Nate? Why would he be looking for Nate?

I hear the locker room door swing open as Nate and Matt walk out side by side. I lose all train of thought at the sight of him. His damp hair scuffled and misconstrued, his sweats hanging loose around his waist, revealing the slight glimpse of his briefs.

Fuck me. My wandering eyes meet his as he gives me a cocky smile with squinty eyes. My cheeks burn as I turn my head towards the floor. “What’s up, bro’.” Jeffery acknowledges, slinging his arm over Nate. Nate grimaces, throwing his hand off his shoulders.

“I’m not your bro.” he spits.

Johnny gives each of them a warning glare. “Behave, let’s go.” He motions them to follow as he jiggles his keys in his hand.

I give Matt a look of utter confusion as he shoots me a sympathetic smile. I turn, watching the group of three disappear down the hallway, breathing a sigh of relief as they round the corner. I feel his hand land on my shoulder, looking up to see his soft eyes gazing down at me. “Let’s go, yeah?” I nod my head, standing up as he wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me into his side.

It was late at night. The sun had already seeped beneath the horizon, only the moon shining in and the living room lamp providing any sort of light. I sat next to Matt on the loveseat. His arm wrapped around my shoulders and my legs were thrown over his lap, his hand massaging the flesh mindlessly through our matching PJ pants.

“Did you have fun at your first hockey game?” Jimmy asks, directing his attention towards me. I give him a nod with a smile. “Good, good. It’s not nearly as gnarly as when these boys used to play lacrosse, am I right?” The boys laugh at Jimmy’s statement, shaking their heads in unison.

“Matt always had bloody shins. It was concerning.” Nick emphasizes. My eyes widen as I look up to Matt, finding him looking down at me with a shrug of his shoulders.

“Yeah, Matt here, oh my god–,” Jimmy slaps a hand down on his knee as he spits into an eruption of chuckles. “He, he, Matt—do you remember when you were first practicing for, oh my god–when you were first practicing for tryouts in the summer?” Jimmy lets the words slip through his curled lips.

I watch Matt��s head shake as he closes his eyes shut, pinching the bridge of his nose with a tight lipped smile. “Oh my god.” he lets out.

Nick, Chris, and Marylou all burst out into laughter. They attempt speaking a couple of words, only to end up laughing even harder as they all reminisce. My own lips tug into a smile as I hear the chorus of their laughs.

I wish I had what they had with each other.

It was bittersweet. I felt welcome, I felt happy with them. His family felt more like family as we sat and talked at the dinner table and rummaged around each other on a daily basis.

They felt more like family in the short amount of time I had known them compared to the years upon years with my dad.

The smiles that tugged on my lips never lasted long when I started to feel as if I was looking through a window, seeing everything I ever wanted right in front of me. It made me so happy to feel a part of it–a part of something. But my heart tugged towards the thought of my dad, wishing I had experienced any of this with him.

Why could I be enough for them but not for him?

My smile falters as I lay my eyes in my lap. I see my hands resting on top of each other on my thighs. The bruise on the back of my palm had nearly completely faded. A small yellow hue was only apparent in certain lighting. It didn’t physically hurt anymore.

I tune out the small talk as I lean my head onto Matt’s chest. His arm around me curls, cradling the back of my head.

The conversation soon dies down. Matt pats his hand on my thigh. “Ready for bed?” I nod my head, getting up. I give everyone a small wave as Matt grabs my hand.

We make our way into his room, a gentle thud of the door sounding as I sit on the bed.

I go into his bathroom, starting to brush my teeth. Matt comes in behind me, mimicking the task with his own toothbrush. He wraps an arm around my waist from behind, pulling my back to his chest. I let my head fall onto him, a deep sigh escaping my lips.

I lean forward, turning on the faucet and spitting the remnants of toothpaste in the drain. Matt does the same, grabbing my toothbrush and setting it back into the cup by his sink. I almost smile at the sight of our blue and green toothbrushes side by side, but I don’t. Instead, my mind wanders to thoughts of my dad.

Matt takes a step towards me, planting his feet in front of mine. He lifts up both of his hands, caressing the sides of my face. His face is painted with concern. “What’s wrong?” he asks.

I sigh, closing my eyes. I drop my chin, bring my gaze to the floor. “Hey,” one of his hands reached beneath my chin. My eyes meet his as I fight back a frown. “--talk to me.” he says softly.

“I’m confused, Matt. I’ve never felt so lost before.” I express. I watch as his face contorts with questioning eyes, his head slightly tilting. “I…I just don’t know. I don’t know how to feel. I’m happy being here, but at the same time, that makes me feel like a failure….I couldn’t even get my own father to love me, Matt. I just–I don’t know.” I say.

I feel the wet stain run down my cheek. His hand beneath my chin swiftly brushes the stray tear away as I blink back the water works desperately. I’m tired of crying.

“You shouldn’t have to earn a parent's love. Even in my toughest moments, my mom never made me feel like she didn’t love me. My dad always reassured me, even when I was in trouble, that he loved me.” he says.

He lets his hand fall to my arm, giving it a reassuring squeeze as he peers down in my eyes. “There’s things…things you don’t know,” I furrow my eyebrows at him as he shakes his head. “--you don’t really remember much when your mom passed, you were also just so young–you couldn’t have understood a lot. I’m just saying,” he rubs at the bottom of his chin, “--it’s not your fault. Whatever happened, was never your fault. You were just a kid.” he points out.

I nod, letting my head fall into his chest. I was just a kid. But–I’m still just a kid. And it still hurts just as bad.

“It still hurts, Matt. I’m just,” I let out a huff, placing my hands on his chest as I look up at him. “--it’s just…I don’t even know…part of me wants to just walk away altogether, heal from everything–but…I can’t abandon him. I feel like giving up on our relationship means giving up on my younger self.” I say. My voice cracks from the painful realization. I bite the inside of my cheek, blinking back the hot tears clouding my vision.

“There’s still that stupid little girl inside of my head, begging for a hug from her dad, Matt. And…and I finally got it. He didn’t mean to slam the window down on my hands, he’s not a bad person. He’s just been through some bad things.” I explain. I watch as Matt’s face contorts with an unreadable emotion. His eyebrows are furrowed, his lips are parted. It’s as if there’s something on the tip of his tongue.

“What?” I ask. Matt shakes his head, looking towards the ground as his hair covers his face like curtains. I take a deep breath. Reaching out, I place a hand on his shoulder. “Thank you, though. I really appreciate everything. I’m just…really confused.” I let out. He nods, rubbing his jaw nervously.

“Want me to take your mind off of it?” he suggests. I nod affirmatively as he reaches out and grabs my hand.

“What are we even gonna do? It’s almost midnight, Matt,” I laugh as he drags me through the hallway. “--how many more late-adventure dates do you have stored in your pocket?” I tease in a quiet whisper.

The living room is now barren and dark. The whole house is quiet. Matt shrugs, bending down and grabbing my shoes. “For you? Infinite amounts, hopefully.” he whispers.

I grin, my ears growing hot. He kneels down on one knee, holding a singular shoe out in front of me. My shoe. I slip my foot in as he pulls up the back lip of the shoe. I lean a hand on his shoulder for balance as he does the same with the other shoe.

“Thank you.” I say. He nods, shoving his own feet into his sneakers. “--’m course. Now,” he turns around with his keys in one hand, his other outreached in front of me. I look up at his soft smile, slipping my hand in his. “--let’s go, sweetheart.” he says.

I fight back a growing smile as I suck in my bottom lip. He pulls me out the door, softly shutting and locking it swiftly. Tugging my hand closer to him, we make our way down to his car.

He opens the passenger door, gesturing for me to sit. “Come on, princess.” he says. I turn my head away from him, hiding my blushing face as I hear him let out a triumphant laugh.

The car trunk was propped open. Millions of stars in the sky above us as we laid side by side. My stomach was full of ice cream and butterflies. A giddy feeling overcame every inch of my skin as I turned my head to see him staring at me.

“What are you looking at?” I ask. I squint my eyes playfully. His shoulder shrug upwards before he glances back at the sky. I get a glimpse of his diamond earrings shimmering in the moonlight, reaching out and caressing the jewelry.

“Oh, me? Well,” he turns back, facing me. I see his hand outreach in the corner of my eye. The warmth of his fingers and palm radiate on the side of my jaw as I look into his gleaming eyes. “--I’m just looking at my beautiful girlfriend.” he admits shamelessly.

I lean into his shoulder, shielding my blushing face as I hear his chuckles and the vibration of his chest. “Shut the fuck up. My cheeks hurt, Matthew.” I whine playfully.

His arm bends, cradling my head with a light ruffle of my hair. “My bad, didn’t know it was so easy to get you all flustered.” he teases.

A devilish smirk clouds my face as I pull my head away from the crook of his neck. I see his eyes trained on the sky, his tongue darting between his lips. My mind flashes back to his stature on the ice during his game, my heart racing at the memories.

I wonder how easily I could get him flustered.

Sucking in my bottom lip, I sit up from my lying position. Matt starts to untuck his arm from under his head. Quickly, I shift. I waste no time in swinging one leg over him, straddling him.

“Wa–oh.” I laugh at his surprise. His hands dart to my hips as I reach out both my hands, pushing on his chest.

I lean forward, smiling to myself as I feel his hands grip me tighter. I breathe against his neck, grazing my lips over his pulse. I hear his lips shutter out a shaky breath.

I trail my lips with soft kisses, feeling his stomach clench as I let a hand wander down his abdomen. As my lips graze against his ear, I stop. “Whose easy to get riled up now, hm?” I tease.

“Oh my god.” he breathes out. I smile proudly, teasing my hand on his happy trail underneath his shirt. I pulled myself up, seeing his eyes closed and his lips parted.

“How was that for ‘easy to–”

He cuts me off, wrapping a hand around the back of my neck and pulling me to his lips. The kiss is passionate, his lips greedily moving against mine in desperation as his other hand begins to slide down, gripping my thigh securely. My stomach flutters with heat at the action, my hips mindlessly circling onto him.

“Oh, fuck.” he hisses. My legs clench around him, feeling the bulge directing under me at the sudden motion. An overwhelming desire clouds my mind from any thoughts.

I want him–I need him.

Looking down at him, I could see the restraint in his furrowed brows as he gripped onto me tightly. I let myself fall into the crook of his neck, leaving a light kiss underneath his ear.

“You know, you never did show me your backseat, sweetheart.” I say in a hushed tone.

I barely have a moment to react before Matt is pulling me back down to his lips. His mouth moves against mine as his hand wraps in my hair, keeping me against him.

The smacking noise echoes as we breathlessly pull away. “Fuck me. God, you’re so perfect.” he says through jagged breaths. I laugh, pulling my hands up and down his chest.

A ringtone bursting through thick air brings my attention to my phone. I flip the device over, the contact name erasing any and all feelings, leaving them in a weighted guilt in the pit of my gut.

Dad.

Matt looks over at the phone, then up at me. The rings mock me as I stare down at the screen. It’s gonna hang up soon, I need to pick it up. My fingers don’t move. My eyes don’t shift from the screen in the slightest.

[1 missed call from Dad]

At the new screen, my phone finally drops out of my hand, landing with a soft thud. I squint my eyes shut, shielding my face with my hands.

I should be mending our relationship. Instead, I’m on top of my boyfriend.

I feel Matt’s hands enclose around my wrists, pulling them down from my face as I look down in shame. “I’m–sorry.” I choke out.

“Hey, hey, hey,” he whispers out. He shifts his weight until he’s leaning against the back of the seats. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me into his chest. I should’ve picked up.

“--you have nothing to be sorry about.” he says. The sudden intimate position makes my body tense. This shouldn’t feel like this. I shouldn’t feel over-the-moon on my boyfriend's lap a week after I’ve abandoned my dad.

The tears don’t cloud my eyes. An overbearing wave of numbness makes my limbs fall limp at my sides.

Matt pulls me back with his hands clasped around the tops of my arms. “Hey,” he swiftly pushes back a piece of hair from my face. “--talk to me,” he says.

I shake my head, staring at our laps. “I should’ve picked it up. I…” I trail off as Matt runs his hands down my arms. His hands clasp around each of mine. “I, I should want to talk to him…why don’t I want to, Matt? What’s wrong with me?”

The question stumbles out of my mouth with shame. I shut my eyes tightly, urging tears to come.

I should be sad.

I huff in frustration as I feel nothing but bitter words swarming my mind.

The anger replacing the depression makes every inch of my skin crawl with uncertainty. “Nothing is wrong with you.” Matt says softly. He leans down, catching my eyes in his before sitting back comfortably.

“Nothing has ever been wrong with you,” he says. I shake my head, grimacing at the painful thoughts.

“Why am I so…angry?” I breathe out. My eyes dart between his as he presses his lips into a tight-line.

“You have people who care about you. Me, mom, dad, Chris, Nick, Madi, hell–even Nate. You’ve never had to beg for them to care.” I let out a huff at his words. Why did I have to beg him then? “--I think your anger is recognizing your mistreatment. It’s a good thing.” he states.

I swallow thickly. “It doesn’t feel like a good thing. I don’t want to be angry at him–-I…” My lips part with silence.

The devastation of his presence clouding my mind had become inevitable and routinely. The rage flooding through my veins was new, but not necessarily being pushed back and unwelcome.

“You just have to let yourself feel things. I promise you, bottling them up will not help.” he says. I nod, letting myself lean into him. He takes the hint, cradling his arms around me as I let my head rest on his shoulder.

Bottling it up wouldn’t help. It would only stall the inevitable. I let my body fall limp as his hand soothed against my back.

His arms didn’t feel like my dad’s. They felt safer–more secure. I relax fully into his embrace as my mind pulses with the racing thoughts.

Maybe, it was never that I wasn’t enough for my dad.

I let my heart synchronize against Matt’s chest. He was more than enough. He made me feel like more than enough. Everyone around him echoed the same feeling.

Everyone except for George.

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sunnytotherescue · 7 months ago

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Despite Mephistopheles being my sweetie cakes honey pie, I'm also quite the fan of Asmodeus!! He's a cutie >w<

I want to cover him in bruises.

cw: ruining the pretty boy, kinda mean reader, ...asmos' tiny peen. hehehe

Avatar's Thirst. Asmodeus mindlessly flipped through the latest print of it, peach-pink lips forming a small frown as he studied the images of himself.

It was a porn magazine. His porn magazine. The monthly subscription was stupid expensive, but any less and the demon's who bought it wouldn't be worthy of his grace. Every picture was perfect, his makeup flawless, the camera angles just right, and all the lingerie sets the camera crew gave matched nicely.

But that was the problem.

Asmodeus was too perfect. Too clean and spotless in all of the photos. Don't get it wrong, the people ate up every picture of him like starved dogs. It was Asmodeus himself that was unhappy.

He wanted something new, something different and something that would give him back that feeling of excitement again which he had missed so much when publishing lewd prints of himself.

That's where you came in. He told you to be mean. To be cruel and to make him cry.

And you listened.

"G-God!! Oh fuck-!" Asmodeus cried out, glittery red nails clawing at pristine white sheets as you pounded him like a bull. He'd dressed in deep reds that night, lips a dark rose with matching nails. Oh he looked so beautiful, so easy to ruin.

Mascara ran down his cheeks and stained his skin. Drool slipped from his lips with every breath that was punched from his lungs. "Please- ah! Please!" A camera went off, capturing the sobbing expression. He couldn't feel his legs at this point and your hands had to be leaving marks, had to be bruising his spotless skin. Just what he asked for.

"Stop moving." You snapped at him, frustrated with his squirming. He couldn't help it though, not with how your cock split him open, squeezing into his walls and forcing him to just take and take and take.

"Can't- can't I can't pleash!" Asmo sobbed shaking his head rapidly as a camera lowered to get a full view of his face. Your tip slammed into his prostate with every thrust, abusing the swollen gland over and over again. "You asked for this." He trembled at your words, crying, sobbing loudly. He'd already cum so much, the bedding below soaked in a puddle of his own semen. You were surprised that such a pathetic cock could produce so much. "knn- know! I know- but s' t-tomchh-" Asmo choked on his own words, slurring them together as his mind melted into mush.

He was starting to babble, incoherent sounds and begging accompanied the sinful plap plap plap of your hips slamming against his ass, sending the bruised-red skin rippling.

Asmodeus wailed, dick spurting out one last sad orgasm before a camera went off, and just 2 days later, his sales skyrocketed.

Suddenly, your hand came up and tangled into his hair, yanking the strawberry locks and forcing him to pull up. Asmodeus scrambled, trying to hold onto something as his back met your chest. The new position exposed his stomach, making the poor demon feel even more vulnerable as he heard a camera zoom in on where you two were connected. "Look so pathetic like this." You spoke into his ear, wrapping an arm around his waist so you could press a hand against his belly. "Feel that? S'me, so deep in you, ain't I?" He whimpered, eyes nearly crossing from the bulge rearranging his guts. He swears your in his lungs.

A final thrust forced him to sink down on your cock just as you cum, painting his walls with your essence and filling him up to the brim.

He'd be needing you again.

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nanamineedstherapy · 4 months ago

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Smudges & Giggles

Sukuna X Reader

Vampire Reader comes home drunk to Ryomen Sukuna, who's trying his best to get the makeup off from your face while you try to become a menace incarnate. - Tooth-rotting fluff

The front door slammed open, and Sukuna turned from the couch, already scowling. You stumbled in, barefoot, a faint sheen of crimson on your lips, cheeks flushed, and eyes glowing like embers.

"You're late," Sukuna grunted, tossing the remote aside. "And reeking of—" His nose crinkled. "Is that… tequila?"

You giggled, kicking the door closed behind you. "Mayyybe." Your voice lilted as you teetered on unsteady feet. "And maybe a little blood. It’s a long story."

"Of course, it is," he muttered, catching you just as you swayed toward a tragic encounter with the coat rack. "Sit."

Instead, you threw your arms around his neck, pressing your face into his chest. "Missed you," you mumbled, words slurred and sticky with affection.

His shoulders stiffened, but the warmth in your voice made his irritation dissolve like frost under sunlight. “Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled, guiding you to sit on the edge of the bed. "You're a mess."

You gasped dramatically. “How dare you?” You flopped back against the sheets, nearly tumbling off until his hand shot out to keep you from meeting the floor.

"Stay still," he ordered, kneeling beside you. In one hand, he held a small cotton pad, in the other, a bottle of makeup remover he’d seen you use a thousand times. "You look like you lost a fight with a paint factory."

You poked his cheek, ignoring the warning in his glare. “And you look like you lost a fight with a barber. What's with the hair? Trying to impress someone?” You wiggled your eyebrows suggestively.

Sukuna sighed, dragging the pad across your face with surprising gentleness. “Stop squirming, idiot.”

"But you're so—hic—pretty," you slurred, reaching up to cup his jaw. “Why’re your eyes so pink? You crying 'cause you missed me too?”

He snorted, but the corner of his mouth twitched. “Yeah. Crying tears of joy that you’re home to ruin my night.”

You giggled, and your laughter was infectious. It bubbled up and spilled into the room, filling every corner. Sukuna’s hand faltered for a moment before resuming its task, his touch careful as he wiped away the smudges of your night.

“You smell like strawberries,” you blurted, nuzzling into his hand mid-swipe. “It’s cute.”

He sighed deeply, as though the weight of your existence had suddenly doubled. “Will you just—”

But you were already sitting up, wiggling out of his grasp. “Nooope! Too much energy!” You bounced on the bed, your laughter escalating as he tried and failed to pin you down long enough to finish cleaning your face.

“Stop acting like a damn toddler,” he growled, though there was no real anger in his tone. His frustration only grew as you flopped onto your stomach and started kicking your feet in the air like you were lounging at a beachside resort.

“Make me~,” you sing-songed, flashing him a toothy grin.

Sukuna stared at you, dumbfounded, and then, to your utter delight, he let out a laugh. A real, rumbling laugh that made your chest tighten with a fluttery warmth.

“Fine,” he said, tossing the cotton pad aside and grabbing you by the waist. You squealed as he lifted you off the bed like you weighed nothing, throwing you over his shoulder.

“Put me down!” you cried between giggles, pounding your fists half-heartedly against his back.

“Not a chance,” he shot back, smirking as he carried you toward the bathroom. “You’re washing your face, one way or another.”

You pouted. “You’re no fun.”

“And you’re a menace,” he retorted, setting you down in front of the sink. He reached for a towel, shaking his head. “But you’re my menace, I guess.”

Your pout melted into a sleepy smile. "Love you, 'Kuna," you mumbled, swaying toward him.

He stilled, his eyes narrowing as he caught you. “Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, though his voice was softer now. He pressed the towel into your hands. “Wash your face. Then bed. No arguments.”

But as he turned to leave, your voice followed him, soft and teasing. "Love you too."

And just like that, Sukuna knew he was doomed.

Chapter 2 - Four Arms & Winter Tea

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trashmouth-richie · 1 year ago

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pretty sure my thumbs have never typed so fast in my life when i got this prompt from @fishwithtitz

prompt was eddie x you smut + an image saying “you’ve been poisoned” at the bottom of a cup of coffee— i tweaked this a bit

18+ minors go away, smut! anal! biting, squirting, no condoms (don’t do this in real life unless you want a baby and can provide for one) a-to-v (also don’t do this unless you want a coochie infection) this is fanfic so pls keep that in mind, another secret gross thing that happens at the end. voyeurism! (kinda) eddie fucks, like reaaallly fucks.

<800k / eddie x fem reader

“fuck.”

The windows were streaked. Sweaty handprints pressed into the cold glass, telling a story to anyone walking past just exactly what was taking place behind the locked doors of the car.

The leather jacket you had peeled off of his shoulders laid on the floor along with one of your broken heels (the other— shoved stiletto first into the vent) along with shreds of ripped black pantyhose.

You sucked the ring on his lip into your mouth with a shaky moan, the heat from your mouth sending his tongue into a frenzy— making his hips thrust into your ass with such force you nearly hit the windshield.

Facing away from him, hands holding steady onto the dash, your fingernails scrape down the vinyl in long strokes as your tight ass bobs up and down his length.

“nasty girl,” he breathes into your ear, “fucking knew it the minute I saw you.”

Tonight was Rick’s birthday party, and when your friends had begged you to come out, you finally agreed.

Angling your neck to the moonlight he holds your necklace close to your throat in an all too smooth motion so it was gathered in his fist.

The marks he had sucked into your neck were already raised, and he smirked as he bit into your shoulder.

“Your boyfriend gonna care if you go home with these?”

Whining at the pleasuring pressure of his cock stuffed tight where nobody else has been, you rub a small circle into your clit, inserting your own manicured finger into your cunt.

“What boyfriend?” you panted out, playing coy.

He tweezed one of your nipples between his thick fingers, twisting until you yelped out.

“Oh baby, ‘m fuckin’ you dumb huh?”

Mewling in response he drives into you harder, faster, joining your hand on your clit until your release sprays over the dashboard. Cries spilling out of you and the sweet taste of tears ruining your makeup. He coaxes you on, cheering you like you’re a varsity lettermen.

Flipping you around so you’re facing him, he licks up your tears, shoving you forward into your own mess—your back slick with it.

He laughs a mocking chuckle at the sight of you, wrecked because of him. No time is wasted before he splits your pussy open, grunting when your eyes practically cross, knowing he’s bigger than the limp dick you’d been fucking until tonight, until him.

“If you don’t have a boyfriend— who’s car is this?”

You smile a wicked grin, telling him between gasps and his choked grunts.

“Perfect.”

—

He zips up his jeans— door to the car open as he tucks a lock of his hair behind his ear, looking for his shirt, a cigarette between his teeth.

Standing barefoot on the concrete, you’re no longer wearing the shoes or pantyhose you wore to the party you try smudging your eye makeup to make it look decent in the closed back window, when he speaks.

“I— yeah, I really hope you’re not expecting me to whisk you away to a fucking castle or some sh—”

You laugh light heartedly, “Eddie— trust me, I know.”

He shoves his head through the hole of his shirt, planting heavy boots on the ground before he stands taller than you, a devils smirk on his lips.

“Dating really isn’t my thing, but y’ might be more of a freak than I am, sugar.”

You both smile, standing awkward in post sex bliss.

“See ya ‘round?” you ask leaning into him, pressing your chest into the crisp white of his shirt before pressing a small kiss to his neck, leaving before his hands could hold the small of your back.

“Yeah, definitely,” he looks down wiping the cheesy grin from his face before calling after your leaving frame, “hit me up whenever you wanna fuck in Hargrove’s car again.”

—

That night at Rick’s, Billy was brought a beer by a pretty girl with smudged makeup, bare feet— a weird little smile on her face before she leaned into him, telling him, “drink up, handsome”.

The beer tasted different but he was already so sauced he didn’t notice.

He also didn’t notice a white milky substance at the bottom of the cup, or a message in writing that looked similar to the graffiti in the bathroom stalls at the Hideout.

Devil horns surrounded the scrawled message:

“How do I taste big boy?”

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losing-it-lately · 9 months ago

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I''ll give you a song rec and character! I've had "Please, Please, Please" by Sabrina Carpenter in my head for forever and it's basically about two people from different social circles and loving someone who doesn't always make good decisions, so I can really see an Eddie x Reader based on that!

Please Please Please!

wc: 0.6k

heist!eddie munson x reader

angst? more like a whump/fun heist au, but this is very inspired by the mv being about sabrina carpenter not wanting barry keoghan to go to jail

Your friends all have normal boyfriends- normal, law abiding boyfriends. And it's sweet having an intelligent and beautiful man, one who's both cunning and strategic, but kind and empathetic. Eddie is so many wonderful things, but legal isn't one of them.

You met him at the Louvre, a beautiful month-long trip to Paris that ended with finding the man of your dreams. And it was perfect, especially when he invited you to a quick trip to Rome, all expenses paid. Yes, you had just met the man, but you clicked- you had never clicked with anyone before.

“What good timing,” you remarked in the private jet to Italy, “the Louvre just had a set of expensive artifacts stolen. And the Cupid and Psyche statue!”

Of course he took it, it was the statue where you both met! He’s a man of business and love, Eddie can't help himself. And he nearly cries when a few months after your trips, you find the statue when exploring the lovely home you share. “Oh my God. This is why you don't trust men who you’ve only known for a month.” His eyes glaze over as he begins to ramble about it being a replica and him being an “engineer” like he told you.

You calm him down and he swears to tell you the truth, of every heist, of every plan, of every scam. And it's fine, until the first heist that you know is a heist. It was meant to be easy, you would get constant updates from Dustin while you would spend time with your friends at a bar downtown. A lovely alibi. And it was fine, until the updates paused and all of your friends’ questions circled back to your “mysterious European dreamboat”.

It’s difficult to balance “he’s not like that” with humble brags of the jewellery he buys you and quick lies about his job.

It's hours later than expected and you're tensed, the nerves in your stomach are jumbled, and then Eddie jogs in. He’s loud and hyper and the adrenaline is taking over, and suddenly another fear washes over you: the post heist high.

You motion for him to follow you before he can even get a word in with any of your friends. Immediately, in the dingy bar bathroom, he has you pushed up against the mirror, his nose pressed into the junction of your neck, smelling the bitter alcohols and sweet perfumes of the night (and the sweat from dancing, but he would never admit to enjoying it). His lips began pressing into your jaw, the adrenaline threatening to pass onto you, but you resist and push him off. A small pout forms on his lips. “My friends are outside!” You hastily whisper, “We can't do this here, and worse, you cannot give away that you’re a criminal! Please, don't do this to me, Eddie.”

His hands come to your jaw, rubbing and cradling, “I promise. I’ll keep my cool, baby.” Pent up tears threaten to release after all the stress of the night. “Shhhh,” he coos, “I’ll be so cool, don't ruin your makeup over me, pretty girl.”

“You scared me so much Eddie.” You hold onto his hands and soothe yourself. If your friends see tear streaks, they won't assume good and pure things. He stretches his arms around you, he's hot like a furnace from the running, but he's calm somehow, it's like he's calming for you.

You leave the bathroom and join your friends, before ditching early to eat a deserved diner dinner- something greasy and American to replenish the soul. Eddie holds your hand the entire drive there, he draws circles onto your knuckles and laughs as you recount stories of your friends. Next time, his introduction will be better, a brunch or something nice and grown up. But now, he just wants to think about you and your night together, nothing else.

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xenyasplacex · 1 year ago

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Mama’s Girl Part 1

Summary: Chris Navigating being a single dad to a teenage girl until an unexpected visitor arrives

Warnings: Swearing, Crying, Underage drinking, Drug use (weed), Teenage pregnancy, toxic parents, talks of comas. Lmk if i’ve missed anything

A/N: THIS IS NOT A PREGNANCY TROPE. This chapter makes it seem like one but it is not. i didn’t write this Chapter, my best friend did and has asked me to continue the story because she quit tumblr. I’ll try and get the next part out asap.

Adria Pronunciation : Ahh, deer, ahh

PRESENT DAY

“It's okay baby come on,” Chris said as he gently moved his extremely high daughter up the stairs as she continued to bawl her eyes out.

“I’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry” She repeated over and over again as she clung onto her dads night shirt.

It broke Chris’ heart to see his little girl this upset. He forever cursed the day her mother left. He cursed it because it meant that Adira was never given a proper mother child relationship that she needed. It meant that she was subject to such heavy bullying because she never knew what the love of a mother felt like. It meant that she forever blamed herself for seeing her Father crumbling because the love of his life had vanished. It meant that when she was only 5 she had to bang on Matt’s door with her little fists in tears because she couldn't wake her dad up. It meant that at 4 she had to knock on Nick’s door and ask him to take her to school because her dads bedroom door was locked. It meant that Chris almost ruined his whole career by nearly having his own child ripped from his hands.

But after years of trying hard to fix himself up and care for his daughter, he and Adira were finally happy it had all been destroyed by one singular phone call. A phone call that brought back all those old emotions that Adira had been suppressing. Those feelings of guilt, sadness, and anger came rushing back but now she had a way to get rid of those feelings.

Weed.

Chris didn’t know where she got it from or where she got the money for it, but Chris knew weed and he knew that it would have had to be pretty damn strong to put here in this state.

“I ruined everything, dad I'm so so sorry. I've never done it before I promise, I'm just tired of feeling sad, I'm so so tired” She cried as they got to the top of the staircase.

Chris’ heart broke once again.

“It’s okay baby, this is hard on you I know it is. It’s gonna be okay.” He cooed as he helped her to her bedroom.

He very gently laid her on her bed, wiping her tears away with his thumb as he fought with himself to keep his own tears at bay. Sometimes he hated how much she looked like her because it was a constant reminder of what he had lost. Don’t get him wrong, Chris loved his daughter with every single bone in his body and thought she was the most beautiful girl in the world, but he also loved her mother. He loved her mother more than he could even fathom and though people always said she looked like Chris he couldn’t help but see so much of her mother in her.

He gently took off her shoes, putting them in her wardrobe before sitting her up against her headboard and using a makeup wipe to wipe away the makeup she was wearing, wiping away tears that fell in the process.

“Okay baby, let's get you into bed now,” Chris said as he laid her back down on the bed and put the blanket over. Adira only cried harder at that, “What’s wrong baby?” he asked, pushing her hair away from her face.

“Please don’t leave me, I'm scared of being alone please don’t leave me alone.” Adira gripped onto Chris’ hand desperate for some sort of presence in the room with her.

“I’m not going anywhere Bambi, I'm just gonna tuck you in and I'm gonna stay right here.” Chris whispered as he calmed his daughter down and then laid beside her, allowing her to snuggle up into his side and lay there till she fell asleep.

2 WEEKS INTO PREGNANCY

“Hey, Y/n…you okay? You look…nervous,” Justin asked as he stepped out of the way for her to enter.

“Yeah, yeah I'm fine. Urm is Chris here? I really need to talk to him.” Y/n asked, playing with the bracelets on her wrists as a way of trying to calm herself down.

“Yeah, he’s in his room,” Justin said as he pointed upstairs. Justin had always viewed Y/n as a little sister, he really did care for her deeply and seeing her this distressed really just didn’t sit right with him. He knew something was up but he also knew Y/n would simply shut down if he dared say anything so he just let her go, hoping that he would somehow get to the bottom of whatever it is that was bugging her.

Y/n didn’t bother knocking on Chris’ door, she gently opened the door and spotted him at his computer typing away at something.

“Hey Chris,” Y/n started as she gently shut and locked his door. She couldn’t afford any sort of distractions from the rest of Chris’ family. She needed this to happen and she needed it to happen now.

Chris momentarily looked up before going back to his computer screen, “Hey babe, just give me one second to finish this post and ill be right with you.”

Y/n sat on his bed nervous as ever, trying to rehearse what she was going to say. How exactly do you tell your boyfriend he accidentally got you pregnant at 17 and your parents are just about ready to kill him? And how was she supposed to prepare for his reaction? Chris’ could decide to run. He could decide he didn’t want to be a part of this child's life, he could decide to break up with her on the spot. He could…

“What’s up mama,” Chris interrupted her thought as he crashed onto his bed next to her, a love sick smile plastered on his face. She winced at the word ‘Mama’ knowing that it was now or never.

“Chris’ i need to tell you something and it’s really important.” Y/n said quietly as tears started to well in her eyes. Chris noticed this and his mind immediately went to what he thought was the worst,

“Did you cheat on me?” He asked, looking down.

“What? No, why would you even think that.”

“Are you breaking up with me?”

“No, but I might if you don’t shut up.” Chris looked up at her confused. “Then what is it?”

Y/n took a deep breath, she needed to tell him before it was too late.

She looked him dead in the eye, a single tear falling as she whispered

“I’m pregnant Chris.”

Present day

Half an hour later, Chris was crying in his brother's bed as he clung onto Nick. They had been in this position before, Adira asleep in one room and Chris having a breakdown in the other.

“It’s not your fault Chris,” Nick whispered as he gently moved his curls out of his face “You couldn’t have done anything to stop it. She snuck out, it's not your fault.”

“I got Y/n pregnant, I put her in that coma, i didn’t step up as a father to Adira until it was almost too late. And now she’s high as a kite in her room. All this is my fault, i fucked everything up.” Chris cried.

Nick could only attempt to comfort him the best he could, trying to be as quiet as possible not to wake Adira up.

“She’s gonna be okay Chris, everything's gonna be okay.” Nick soothes

“they said she asked for me. She asked to see me. I don't think I can do it, Nick.” Chris chuckled a bit, “It’s sort of funny, for years i begged her to wake up and now she’s finally up i can’t bring myself to see her.”

Nick knew he was only laughing as a coping mechanism but he still put a smile on his face, When he heard the news that Y/n had woken up, it was like everything in the world stopped. He didn’t even get any more news before he threw his phone on the floor, smashing it in the process. Luckily Matt just happened to be in the room with him and had taken control of the current situation, getting the information needed form the doctor and trying to calm Chris down from the panic attack he was very clearly having.

Nick tightened his grip on his crying brother and simply whispered “It’s okay Chris, everything will be okay.”

8 WEEKS INTO PREGNANCY

“What do you mean you’re leaving the school?” Chris questioned as his Girlfriend sat on his bed, watching him pace around his bedroom

“My parents want me out before anyone can notice, they said i'm starting to show and that some people were confused as to why i went from wearing tank tops to hoodies. They just want to be safe. They said homeschooling was the best option for me.” Y/n replied, struggling to keep her eyes open.

“Yeah, well what do you think?” Chris asked and Y/n stopped. Come to think of it, so far she hadn’t really been asked what she thought about much regarding the pregnancy. Her mother had forced the brand new clothes, brand new curfew, brand new extracurriculars, brand new skin appointments. She sorted out all the artificial things whereas her dad made sure that there were cameras all over the house. He installed locks that only he had the key for, he boarded up certain windows to shop for any sort of ‘unneeded attention’. She had no say in how she felt, what she wanted, what restrictions she felt were going too far. She didn't even get a say in whether she wanted to keep the pregnancy or not so she hadn’t really thought about what she thought about the whole ordeal.

“I don’t wanna not see you or my friends throughout the day, you guys are the only thing in my life that brings me any sort of joy right now, but i also don't want to ruin my parents name. I can’t be the downfall to their success Chris… I just can't.” Y/n’s parents (Lilly and Tommy) owned a major law firm, one that was currently making insane amounts of money but even a small scandal such as a teenage pregnancy could potentially affect their number of clients and so the couple had opted to hide her pregnancy until Y/n the 2 can be passed of as a sister or cousin.

“I hate this so much Chris. I hate that this pregnancy is ruining my senior year. I hate that I feel guilty about not wanting a child yet, I hate that I've dragged you into this, I hate that your family might view you differently now, I hate that I've strained your youtube career, I just… i just hate all of this”Y/n confessed, finally getting everything off her chest.

Chris just walked over to her and rapped his hands around her waist and whispered into her ear, “I'm gonna visit you everyday. I’ll bring Matt and Nick too, and we're gonna help you through everything. We’re gonna make sure you’re not isolated at all. We’re gonna pick out baby clothes, we’re gonna find out the gender together, we’re gonna stay up for hours talking about baby names, we’re gonna be okay. Imma get my papers straight and imma come straight to you baby, i promise. How does that sound?

No answer

“Y/n?” Chris asked as he looked down to see her asleep.

Fatigue, Chris thought to himself as he layed her down on his bed and threw a blanket over her, finally letting her sleep.

11 WEEKS INTO PREGNANCY

“Are you out of your mind?” Mary-Lou screamed at Lilly and Tommy, “How dare you even consider such a horrible thing!”

“Mary-lou, I understand this may be hard for you to understand but this is what needs to happen. Think of everything this pregnancy has put at stake. Separating Y/n and Chris may be the best option right now.”

“That child has 2 parents, one of which is Chris who is willing to care for both Y/n and the baby. How dare you try to take that from him!” Jimmy exclaimed

Chris’ grip on Y/n’s hand tightened and his other hand continued to stroke her hair as they listened to the argument that their parents were having downstairs.

“This is such bullshit!” Matt exclaimed from his seat on his couch, “I mean neither of you want to be separated and Y/n isn’t gonna want to go through a pregnancy alone so why would they even consider separating the 2 of you?”

“They’re trying to ignore the whole thing. Stop the chances of anyone finding out and I guess getting rid of Chris was the best way of doing that. I mean then I have nobody to go baby clothes shopping with or complete ultra sounds and stuff like that, reducing the chance of me wanting to do them.”

“That still doesn't make it right, or fair! I mean, i don't understand wh-”

“Christopher, Y/n! Get down here at once!” Tommy screamed

“Good luck,” Nick said to the pair as they got up and made their way downstairs. Lilly was sat on one side of the large dining table and Tommy was stood behind her and Jimmy and Mary-lou were both on the other side of the table.

“Christopher, i know this may be hard on both of you but we have decided that it would be best if you and Y/n are to be separated for a little time, then when the baby come we can schedule meeting times and-”

“No. Absolutely not. You’re not taking my child or my girlfriend from me.” Chris stated firmly. He wasn’t going to back down. He knew if he wanted this he would have to fight for it. He couldn’t back down. He needed to show them they had no right to chose his life for him.

“Oh for goodness sake child!” Tommy exclaimed, “Look at your life! You're in high school! You play lacrosse instead of focusing on your grades. Your parents aren’t the richest of them all. You have a blood youtube channel! You are in no position to raise a child. You just can’t. Boys like you always think they can do it and then they just run off leaving the girl and the child. I won't let that happen. I can’t afford a child like you to ruin my life. I can-” “Dad just shut up!” Y/n screamed back. “If Chris can’t see me I'm not going home with you. This is his child too, you can’t just take that away from, and for once in your life can you just stop about your stupid reputation and think about what you are doing.”

“What do you mean you're not coming home?” Lilly questioned, ignoring everything else her daughter had told her.

“I mean i’m not coming home.”

“Y/n if you do this we are cutting all ties with you. We are cutting you off both financially and emotionally and you are getting rid of that child's only stable grandparents. Do you really want to do that?”

If that's what it takes for Chris to stay in this child's life then so be it.”

PRESENT DAY

The next morning Adira woke up with the worst headache she had ever had. Stumbling downstairs she was met with Nick and Matt arguing over what the correct way to make frnch toast was.

“Nick, you're such an idiot, it's painful. You can’t put nutmeg in french toast!”

“Just because you can’t cook doesn't mean I'm an idiot Bernard!” “Damn Uncle Matt, you can’t let that one slide!” Adira said, making the pair jump and turn around.

“Hey Bambi, how are you feeling?” Nick asked, walking up to her and pulling her into a hug.

“Bad, everythings a little…loud right now. Where's dad?”

“In the garden, i think you should go see him” Matt chimed in, pointing towards the back door where she could see her dad playing with Tessa, their dog.

She slowly made her way out the house and into the garden preparing for a lecture from her dad, but when Chris saw her he simply smiled and tapped the spot of grass that was next to him, indicating that she should sit with him.

As she did so she quickly said, “I’m sorry dad, I really don’t know what happened last night.” She said looking down.

“It’s okay Adi, I know, it's okay.” He said ruffling her curls a bit before he went back to stroking Tessa. “I do need to talk to you though.” He said looking down a bit caused Adira’s heart to drop a little.

“I think I'm going to go and see your mom. I know she’s probably confused but I just think I have to do this. For me, for you and for her. We can’t avoid this forever Adi. I just… I have to do it. I have to overcome whatever fear this is. You take your time okay. Let me know when you’re ready to see her and I'll take you,I just…I can't wait any longer.” Chris said quietly. He expected Adira to cry, maybe get mad or just walk away from him all together but instead she gently brought her dad into a hug.

“It’s okay dad, I get it. Do what you think is right.”

Chris just broke down at that. She understood. She understood.

“I love you Bambi. More than anything in the whole world, and im so proud that your my daughter.” Chris whispered as some tears dropped.

“I love you too dad. So much.”

#sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo fanfic #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo smut #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #Spotify

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666writingcafe · 2 years ago

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With Me

Warning: a character decides to end their own life in Act V.

A Play Written By Christopher Peugeot

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CAST

Lucifer: The Prince

MC: The Attendant

Belphegor: The King of the Land of Sloth

Beel: The King of the Land of Gluttony

Leviathan: The King of the Land of Envy

Satan: The Fairy of the Wood

Simeon: The Narrator

CREW

Barbatos: Head Crew Member

Mammon: Set Designer

Leviathan: Costume Designer

Asmo: Hair and Makeup

Solomon: Composer

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INTRODUCTION

Narrator: Once upon a time, long, long ago, in a small and remote land, there lived a prince. This prince was a man who could be quite sadistic at times, but for the most part he was a caring man. He had many servants, but his favorite by far was his personal attendant.

Narrator: The prince's personal attendant had a terrible secret: they were cursed. From a young age, they watched everyone they ever cared about die in increasingly tragic ways. The only way that the curse could be broken is if they find their true love.

Narrator: One day, the prince received a letter from his betrothed, explaining that the time has come for them to finally wed. Not wanting to delay the ceremony any longer than necessary, the prince quickly packs his things and orders his personal attendant to accompany him on the journey to his betrothed's kingdom.

Narrator: In order to get there, however, they had to venture through various lands ruled by ruthless kings.

ACT I

The King of the Land of Sloth tries to force the prince and his attendant into an eternal slumber.

ACT II

The King of the Land of Gluttony tries to eat the prince and his attendant.

ACT III

The King of the Land of Envy nearly executes the prince and his attendant due to becoming jealous of their bond.

ACT IV

Narrator: At long last, the pair reach the kingdom of the prince's betrothed. Instead of being relieved, however, the personal attendant feels their stomach sink.

Narrator: Over the course of their journey, the attendant realizes that the prince might just be their true love, making it possible for their curse to finally be broken. However, the attendant knows that the union of the prince and his betrothed would bring political stability to the two kingdoms, so they decide to keep this revelation to themselves.

Narrator: What the attendant doesn't know is that the prince is having second thoughts about the wedding.

NIGHTTIME, PRINCE'S TEMPORARY CHAMBERS

Prince: I feel as though all these years, I've been living a lie, refusing to acknowledge the truth. To think that my true love has been right beside me all along...I don't know if I can go through with this.

Prince: *sighs* But I have to. I can't hope to marry them and live out our days together. It would be a selfish dereliction of duty, and I cannot abandon my people for their sake. *sighs again*

ATTENDANT WALKS UP TO THE DOOR, INTENDING TO CHECK ON THE PRINCE.

Prince: Just the thought of taking their hand and gazing into their eyes makes my heart pound with anticipation. I never knew I could feel this way. I never knew I had such passion inside me.

ATTENDANT RUNS AWAY, TEARS POOLING IN THEIR EYES.

ACT V

Narrator: Believing that the prince is completely smitten with his betrothed, the attendant rushes out of the castle. They don't know where they're going, but they know that they have to get away before they risk ruining the prince's happiness.

Narrator: The attendant ends up lost deep within a forest and catches the attention of the fairy of the wood.

Fairy: What is the matter?

Attendant: *cries silently*

Fairy: *places a hand on the attendant's shoulder* There's no keeping secrets from the fairy of the wood. I know what's in your heart. You've in love with a prince, aren't you?

Attendant: *sniffles and wipes their eyes* Yes. He is due to wed soon.

Fairy: I see. You know that only royalty is fit to marry a prince, yet you can't stop yourself from loving him.

Attendant: What do I do?

Fairy: *pulls out a dagger* Take this. Use it to kill his betrothed. That will grant you status and prestige...enough to marry your prince, I'd say. *pauses* But know that this is no ordinary dagger. Once you take it from me, you must use it to kill someone.

Narrator: The attendant takes the dagger and leaves the fairy of the wood behind. Instead of returning to the castle, they end up in a secluded meadow.

Attendant: I still remember the day I first met you, almost like it was yesterday. The way you fixed your eyes on me, that noble yet sincere gaze...

Attendant: The moment I beheld it, I was transfixed. And that was it. There was no going back. I fell for you completely, body and soul. I knew that if we were to become friends--and only friends--I'd be able to stay by your side forever. So I buried my feelings for you deep inside. Forever. At least, that's what I thought.

THE PRINCE WALKS INTO THE MEADOW AND QUICKLY HIDES BEHIND A TREE.

Attendant: *takes a deep breath* Is there any way that I might take their place? That you might feel for me what you've felt for them? I beg you, open your heart to me instead, to me and me alone.

THE PRINCE OPENS HIS MOUTH TO TELL THEM YES, BUT NO WORDS ARE ABLE TO COME OUT.

Attendant: Who am I kidding? You could never love someone like me. *plunges the dagger into their chest*

Prince: NO! *runs over to the attendant and catches them before they hit the ground* MC...! My dear MC!

Prince: *notices the dagger* Oh no...this is the cursed blade said to belong to the fairy of the wood. The curse required you to take a life, but you couldn't bring yourself to kill someone else, could you?

Attendant: *whispers* You love them. *dies*

Prince: No, my darling, I love you. *notices that the attendant is dead* I wish you could have killed my betrothed, but instead you've...

Prince: *nearly chokes on his tears* You've left me in a world without you. Is that really what you wanted? To condemn me to suffer through life without you?

Prince: *starts shouting* I loathe my royal blood, and I loathe a world without you in it! A curse on all of it, everything!

CONCLUSION

Narrator: Never did the two imagine that such a destiny awaited them at the end of their long, long journey. The prince's true love was dead, leaving him to suffer through life alone. Overcome with sorrow at having lost the person he loved, the prince became consumed by hatred, cursing the world and those in it. Transforming into a demon, he dedicated himself to bringing sadness and misfortune to people everywhere for all eternity.

#obey me shall we date #obey me mc #obey me lucifer #obey me levi #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me mammon #obey me brothers #obey me asmo #obey me asmodeus #obey me beel #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me barbatos #obey me belphie #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #obey me side characters

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snowball-doie · 2 months ago

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sooah wanted to go to jisung's birthday party event, but the tickets sold out before she could snatch one up, so she got super sad after ticketing day. like...... fully sulking around the house the entire evening, wearing a blanket draped over her head, pouting while watching a movie on the couch, refusing to cuddle with the boys. "what's going on?" mark interrogates, sliding into bed with her, despite her protests, and he pulls her into his arms. "i didn't get tickets to ji's birthday party." mark laughs, "i'm sure we can pull some strings to get you a ticket, baby." "no, i wanted to go like everyone else. you know that." she lovessss surprising the boys at their events, but the only way she ever does that is by getting the tickets herself and keeping it a secret up until they're all at the venue! it doesn't count if the boys get her a special ticket and jisung's expecting it! "you pout more than renjun," mark teases. "no, i don't." "yes, you do." after arguing back and forth about it for a few minutes, mark surrenders and they both agree that the boys won't do anything to get her a ticket.

now, MARK might have made that deal, but you know who didn't? CHENLEEEEE. sooah's so whiney about not being able to go all the way up until the day-of, he just can't take it anymore. he tried to get a ticket for her-- he was even willing to stoop down to the level of buying a resell ticket, okay. that's how desperate he was to help her. but when he saw how much people were selling those tickets for, he just laughed and called jisung's manager before going to sooah's room and telling her, "put on something pretty, we're going out tonight." so she gets all dolled up while asking him where they're going and what he's planning, but he refuses to fess up to anything, even while they're in the car on the way to the event center. "i told you not to get me a ticket!" she scolds him as they pull up to the back entrance. "I didn't." "then why are we here?" "you'll see. come on." he takes her hand and carefully helps her out of the car. they're late enough that fans aren't wandering around in the back anymore because they already saw jisung arrive for rehearsals, and he's been stuck inside since then. jisung has no clue they're there. well-- he knew chenle's coming because he asked chenle to perform a cover with him, but he didn't know a thing about sooah coming. last he knew, she was still pouting over not getting tickets, and he nearly cried one day while begging to get her a ticket through his own means so that she could be happy, but she kept refusing to the point he couldn't stand seeing her upset anymore!!!!!! so ofc he's shocked when they walk into the green room as he's getting his makeup done. he looks really good in that loose white button-up of his that's only half tucked into the tight black pants they put him in. "i thought you couldn't get a ticket--" "she couldn't, so i brought her as my plus one to hang out backstage." see, technically chenle didn't break mark's promise.............. technically... and jisung's happy because sooah's there to celebrate with him, and he's relaxed because chenle's there to perform with him. jisung wouldn't know what to do up on that stage for 2+ hours all by himself. he's only ever performed with someone else..... but chenle's there, so everything's okay. "thank you," jisung says to chenle with an incredibly shy blush before hiding his face in his hands, despite the fact that he's ruining his makeup.

#op #sooah thoughts #jisung #chenle #mark

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hellonexrth · 7 months ago

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The hellhound would be lying to herself if she said she hadn't been avoiding Ingrid. Obviously, she knew that the red head hadn't been in control of her actions, knew that she wasn't to be blamed for what had happened. But the look in her eyes right before she disappeared would haunt Kaya for the rest of her now very long life. She liked to think that in times of trouble, she would stay by Ingrid's side through it all. But maybe she'd run, too. Sitting there with Ingrid after coming back to life, words had felt impossible, and she'd nearly run herself. So could she really hold that against her best friend in the entire universe?

Besides, all of this went against her very specific plan to not think about it at all. For most of the day, she'd flitted about the venue with a smile pressed onto her face, helping Caroline as best she could and keeping busy. Not thinking at all, was her best bet. Because if she slowed down, if she took a moment to think about everything that had happened over the last year and a half, she probably wouldn't be able to get back up. And besides, this was Hope's day. She wouldn't let her own sadness or whatever it was that was tearing her apart from the inside, get in the way of what really mattered. Love.

So when Ingrid approached her, grabbed her wrist and tugged her in a quieter direction, Kaya followed without question. She didn't want to have this conversation. Couldn't bear to look in Ingrid's nearly watering eyes and think about what had happened. The hellhound was by no means an actress, could not fake it that well. If Ingrid truly cried, the tears would come pouring out of her own eyes too, and they'd both ruin their makeup just minutes before guests started to arrive.

"Hey Ing!" she aid, cheerfully, keeping the wide smile on like a mask. She grabbed her friend's hands and squeezed them. "It's okay. It's okay, I promise. I'm fine, okay?" she said, trying her best to make the words seem true. "This is what I wanted remember? So, everything is super okay. Nothing wrong with a little more power. I'm more concerned about you." Put the concern on someone else any you never have to feel it for yourself, right? "And please, I could literally never hate you. You're my everything. Shit happens and we move on, at least now we have an eternity to do it together, right? Besides, The Collective made a mistake fucking with us."

who: ingrid & kaya ( @hellonexrth ) !where: at the very start of hope & laurie's wedding reception !

ever since ingrid ran off from kaya did she regret that choice. the red head wished that if she couldn't have been strong enough to fight off the control of her mind, that she had been strong enough to stay. to stay by her best friend's side after she had changed her life for eternity. instead she'd cowardly scurried off overcome with sheer disgust and disappointment in herself. yes that stranger had violated her by slipping into her mind and forcing her to turn kaya, but the hellhound had been the real victim. the one who was changed at every level by ingrid's actions.

even with the overwhelming joy she felt for her sister and now brother in law, ingrid needed to make amends with the lockwood. how could she put on a happy face ( even if she felt it ) while the rift between her and her best friend was so large. after the pair had been artfully dodging each other while planning this party, ingrid couldn't take it any longer. with the worry and anxiety that festered in her chest, ingrid sought out the brunette.

" kaya, " she says softly now standing before the other girl. words almost always failed her, but they couldn't now. there was a lump stuck in her throat that barred anything from leaving. there were somehow still too many people around. instinctively, her fingers grasp the other's wrist as she gently tugs them away from prying eyes. " kaya i'm sorry, " she murmurs as the tears she was trying to hold from falling rimmed her eyes. " for all of it, obviously. but mostly for leaving you, because i was in control then. i should have stayed. i wanted to stay, but i couldn't and i'm so fucking sorry. if you hate me i get it, i really do. but i love you so much, and i just, i want to make sure you're okay. " her words were rushed and rambled as her thoughts never left her mouth ceremoniously. it hadn't been too long since it happened, but the fracture she felt between the pair of them was enough to suffocate her.

#* . ⊹ 𝕂.𝕃. › ft. ingrid #* . ⊹ 𝕂.𝕃. › ingrid 003

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iwas-princess · 2 years ago

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hi ok so u said u want requests so here I am

how ab rin n u are in a argument and he says that ur clingy or annoying and u cry then he comforts u?

suna rintaro • all too well

“just drop it, princess.” he sighed, his sweaty palms slapping against the marble counter tops of the kitchen as your voice rose with each word you spoke.

“no! you told me that we would go to dinner today all week long, then canceled because you wanted to play a dumb game, rintaro! that’s horrible. you’re horrible to me-“

“i am not horrible to you by all means. you’re just so goddamn clingy all of the fucking time that i can never get any fucking space whenever i need it. then, when i’m actually too drained to go anywhere because you’re so fucking annoying that it actually drains my battery, you get all pissy and start claiming that i don’t do anything for you. as if i hadn’t just drove two hours out of my way yesterday to go to a stupid fucking target because ours didn’t have the- what was it? oh yeah- the worthless rug you wanted.” he ran his hands through his hair frustratedly, his back still turned to your dolled up figured as you stood behind him. “we go out on dates every week, i don’t under why you have to throw a fucking temper tantrum over this specific one, which is basically your own fault that we missed it by the way. so maybe, for future references, shut the fuck up more often if you want to go on weekly dates still. because honestly, the way shits going lately, even five hours in the same room with you can leave me so exhausted for a-“

the sob the left your lips and interrupted his rant, caused him to pause, his heart nearly stopping at the sound.

he hadn’t realized majority of what he was saying as he spoke, his mouth moving before his brain registered what he was saying and who he was say it to.

you were his princess, the one person that he had never minded going above and beyond for without complaint as he held your hand the whole ten hour drive to wherever you asked of him, you sweet smile beaming at him as you told him about everything on your pretty mind and gushed over him. he never minded, not even when you asked for the stupidest things and spoke about things he didn’t care about for hours on end— he never minded.

how could he have been so cruel?

you were sensitive, more delicate than any other girl he had ever met in his life. he had to choose his words carefully and kindly explain things to you, always. and until today, he had never found himself growing irritated with your slower mind or sensitive nature.

in fact, he found it lovely.

he turned around, facing the heart wrenching sight of a broken lover in front of him.

your makeup wad ruined, the waterproof mascara you bought for tonight failing it’s purpose and running down your foundation covered cheeks as you cried uncontrollably, your fragile heart wounded and breaking with each breath you took.

never had he ever given you any reason to believe that you were anything but wonderful in his eyes, and the newly discovered truth changed your whole perception.

what if everything you’ve ever thought you had was nothing but a mere lie to savor your feelings?

the wonderful princess treatment he provided you made your foolish heart swoon and he filled your every thought with each action of service he gave you, and now… now it was seemingly all a lie.

“baby, please-“ his voice was gentle now, a quick transition from the harsh tone a moment ago.

you interrupted him with the face of your palm, holding your hand in the air childishly before speaking.

“don’t.”

the broken sound of your now soft voice caused rintaro’s stomach to drop, a deep guilty feeling already developing in his bones, surly growing as the hours ticked by.

“princess, please, i’m-“

“oh, s-so now i’m your princess? i th-though that i was annoying and dr-drained you.” you snapped, your voice quivering and hiccuping as you spoke through sobs.

he sighed at the reminder of his past words, his heart crushing underneath the pressure of his rising guilt.

“i didn’t mean it, i swear. i-i-i love you, angel, please. just stop crying, it’s oka-“

“no it’s not! you-you hurt me rintaro, really bad twice tonight. i-i don’t think i can ever forgive you.”

his whole world felt like it tilted, a large semi falling off the sideways road and crushing him once the words left your mouth.

‘you hurt me, rintaro’

the sadness in your voice as you said his name hurt him beyond belief, like a knife carving into his skin slowly.

he took an oath to himself the moment he fell in love with you that he would never hurt you, and would wish death upon those who dared to.

if he could, he would’ve kicked his own ass violently for saying all of the stupid shit he did, even dumping his body over the nearest river for making his princess cry.

he needed to hold you, tell you it’s alright and he’ll make everything better, like he always had. hot chocolate and your favorite romcom while snuggled with him and a stuffie always did the trick, making you forget all about your woes and giving them to suna to take care of come morning.

and boy, did he ever take care of your issues…

to recall every occurrence would be nearly impossible, for there are far too many where people had remorselessly stepped on your fragile feelings without any apology— until your rinnie dealed with them, that is.

he took a few steps towards your shaking figure, watching in agony as you sobbed to yourself over his inconsiderate words.

you looked beautiful tonight before the fight, your dress hugging your curves wonderfully and the matching jewelry set he bought you last week was accessorizing you just how he imagined it would. it truly broke his whole being to watch you fall apart, let alone considering the high hopes you had for the evening given your appearance.

taking a few more impulsive steps forward until he reached only about two feet away from you, suna watched as you began to compose yourself finally, your eyes opening and tears falling freely as your gaze set on the white tiles of the floor.

he gave you a few minutes to gather your thoughts, knowing all too well your crying habits.

“i don’t think i can ever forgive you, rintaro.” you mumbled, voice hoarse and shattered.

“i-i know, i know, baby and i’m so so sorry, truly.” he quickly responded.

“you were mean.. so mean.”

you fumbled with the satin sleeve of your dress, tears slowing their rapid pace but no where near finished yet as they rolled down your plump cheeks.

“i never thought you would be mean, rin. not to me, ever. but… i guess i don’t know you as well i thought.”

“what? no, no, princess-“ he rushed over to your side, ignoring the alarmed look on your broken face as you looked at him wide eyed. “you know me, okay? you know me better than anyone, don’t let my moronic outburst make you think any different, my love. what i said was horrible. it was horrible and i never ever should have said those things to you because they weren’t the truth, i swear on everything. i-i love you, and you’re not annoying, ever. in fact, i don’t think i can get enough of you talking or asking me to do things for you. i love catering to my princess and i don’t know why i said otherwise at all. okay?”

his hands cradled your face carefully, as if he’d brake you even more if he was even a slight bit rough, his thumbs stroked away your tears as they trickled down and left black streaks. he didn’t mind the messy look you adorned, not as much as he minded the cause of it.

you let out a soft hiccup.

“i love you too, rin. but, i-i can’t think of you the way i used to. not after…” you trailed, trying to avoid the mention of specifics in order to keep yourself from sobbing once more.

his eyes squeezed shut at the realization of your future.

“can we try? please, princess? i-i need you to breathe, to-to live. taking care of you has been my only reason for smiling, please. i’ll do anything.”

you sighed shakily. you knew well enough that you couldn’t live with your doting boyfriend either, his care and love would be too missed and your heart would be crippled for all eternity. suna was your only love, the only man who ever showed you how much you were truly worth and that it was okay to be dependent and need help. you loved him more than anything in the entire universe, nothing could change that— not even this.

it was sad, really.

“we’ll have to, rin. because i can’t live a day without you. you were right though, i am clingy. i cant go two minutes without asking for a kiss or looking at you, and i’ll work on it-“

“don’t. don’t you ever stop craving to be near me, princess. i love it, i really do. i have no clue why i denied that i do, baby girl. you’re everything to me and i want you to touch me all the time, so please don’t stop.” he whispered, his hazel eyes looking deep into yours.

instinctively, you captured his lips in a gentle kiss, as usual routine whenever he reassured you that you were his perfect dream. you hadn’t even realized your mistake until it was too late and suna’s arms were wrapping around you tightly, a wordless way of apologizing once more.

but this time you felt it, you felt that he meant he was sorry and would beat himself up every day until he died for hurting you.

you melted in his hold, arms eventually sliding on his back and pulling his closer for the emotional support he always provided you.

the strong scent of his cologne filled your stuffed nostrils, a warm, fuzzy feeling replacing the cold and devastated emptiness you once felt moments prior.

this wasn’t healthy, you forgiving him so quick, you knew it too. but, suna wasn’t like the other men who repeated their regrets, he actually loved you and kept his word.

which is why you chose to stay and heal, eventually trusting him with your sensitive heart again with time.

#suna 🌷#suna rintaro #suna rintaro x chubby reader #suna rintaro angst #suna rintaro x reader #suna angst #suna x reader #suna x reader angst #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x chubby reader #haikyuu angst

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erodasfishtacos · 2 years ago

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Always Have Your Back

prompt: YN is struggling with her self-image and Harry reassures her she’s perfect ❣️

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YN hadn’t been feeling good lately, well really for quite a few months now about herself, her body image, and that’s something she struggles with on and off but not like this.

After giving birth to four very healthy big babies, her body has changed and has been slow to bounce back each time - luckily she’s young and it may be easy than women older than her but still.

It was really her stomach and breasts that had her self-conscious, a bit of plush around her lower tummy where she carried during her pregnancy, and her breasts weren’t as perky from feeding four children.

Ezra was almost a year and while YN was close to her pre-pregnancy weight, she wasn’t quite there, and the pudge around her midsection wasn’t budging either from where the babies sat for so long.

It was difficult because there were always eyes on her, even though she herself wasn’t necessarily famous, she was famous through association because her husband was the best player in the major leagues.

She was photographed when she went to the grocery store, the nail salon, out for lunch with Anne and Gemma and she hated seeing herself in paparazzi pictures on Instagram lately.

Harry, who is undyingly attracted to her, makes it clear nearly daily that he’s in love with her plush, her stretch marks, her breasts, and every other inch of her.

YN has no doubt that Harry loves her no matter what her body looks like but she also can’t help but have negative thoughts about not being perfect like other women she sees on social media.

Especially when her husband was a professional athlete, his body was always in prime shape, with barely any fat on his body - he was always lean and muscular, never had an issue with working out sometimes twice every day.

It gets really out of hand one day.

YN is out to lunch with about eight other baseball wives at a fancy little restaurant in the heart of Manhattan for lunch.

As she’d gotten in her dress this morning, after Anne came over to watch the kids, and she felt devastated when it didn’t look as good as she thought it would on her.

She hated the way the material hugs at her hips and accentuated her midsection, and she hates to admit that she looked in the mirror and cried because she felt so unhappy with herself.

At lunch, all the wives were dressed meticulously in designer outfits that fit every inch of their body like a custom glove, hair, and makeup professionally done.

These women were different from YN, most of them had kids but just one or two, and a lot of them used surggates because they didn’t want to ‘ruin’ their body.

They also had full time nannies and au paires to watch their children while they spent time with self-care, working out.

It’s not that she’s jealous, hell, her husband is the highest paid player in the league - she could easily afford nannies, chefs, maids, but that’s not what she wanted for her children or herself as a mother.

It didn’t mean it wasn’t hard when she sits down with all of them, trying not to focus on the way her stomach looks when she sits down, and constantly adjusts her nursing bra - she was full from not nursing Briar since before she left.

The lunch was fine at first but then one of the wives, who was notoriously bitchy to YN and has tried multiple times to hit on Harry, and become enraged when he didn’t give her the time of day - started focusing her energy on YN.

“I know a really good personal trainer to help you get rid of the baby weight,” Kelsey tells her in front of everyone, a wide fake smile on her face as she blinks her lashes, “After four kids, it doesn’t seem to be coming off as easy, huh?”

YN blinks harshly for a second, trying to reign back the tears, and hoping another woman will come to her defense.

Tiffany speaks up but it’s only to add, “Yeah or if you want a recommendation to a plastic surgeon. There’s a great one that does mommy makeovers.”

YN can’t help it, she feels her vision becoming blurry with tears as they keep chatting about working out and mommy fucking makeovers like they didn’t just viciously insult her.

When her salad arrived in front of her, she didn’t feel hungry anymore, and just wanted to leave - this is the part she hates about her husband’s career and it’s not even his fault.

The jealous vapid bitches.

YN makes up an excuse that one of her kids isn’t feeling well and so she has to leave, paying quickly and getting into her car as fast as possible.

She hates that she cries the whole way home because she loves her babies so much, she would give her body up again and again for them but sometimes it just hurt.

She was still human who cared what other people thought, worried about being judged, it was part of the human experience.

YN tries to pull herself together before she goes inside, wiping her mascara off her cheeks, and brushing through her hair with her fingers.

She doesn’t feel like being a parent today, she wants to lay in bed and just be sad but she has four little humans who need her every second of the day and they’re more important than her moping.

Anne’s face gives away her concern when YN comes in, kissing each one of her children before disappearing upstairs to take off her makeup, change into a baggy shirt and cotton shorts before throwing her hair into a bun.

She holds her dress, in anger, she throws the expensive dress straight into the trash bin in their bathroom - it didn’t matter that it cost thousands, she never wanted to see it again.

Anne insists that she can stay to help but YN kindly declines, stating that she was okay, and didn’t need anything but appreciated it.

YN doesn’t know that Anne calls Harry, just to let him know that his wife seemed upset and wasn’t her usually bubbly self.

He automatically calls his wife, relieved when she answers but her tone is dull and hiding something, “Hi mama, you feeling okay? How was the lunch?”

“It was…uh, it was good,” YN hesitates and Harry can tell she’s not being truthful but doesn’t know why, “I’m just a bit tired, I guess.”

He didn’t have enough time to confront her because one of the coaches was calling him back into the field to continue.

“I’ll be home as soon as practice ends. I love you,” He reassures her, “The best mama and wife. You know that?”

YN’s voice sounds shaky when she responds, “I know.”

💗

When Harry gets home from practice, all the kids are settled in the living room watching a movie while YN cooked dinner - Briar was in his little swing in the kitchen with her, sleeping soundly.

“Hi mama, smells delicious,” Harry hums as he enters, after greeting all of his babies, and stepping over to stroke Briar’s cheek, “I was craving spaghetti, s’like you read my mind. I hate having weightlifting and practice in the same day. M’craving carbs.”

“Yeah, haven’t had it in a while,” YN replies a bit blandly, stirring the homemade sauce and not making an effort to look back at him.

“You cross with me? Have I done something?” Harry asks as he walks up behind her, kissing her shoulder and nuzzling at her neck - she wasn’t usually this distant unless he’d made a mistake.

“No,” She sighs, trying not to be frustrated but when she turns around he’s just in his shorts, his muscles rippled over his front, his abs twitching when she touches them and she was just so, “I was just thinking, will you help me work out?”

Harry’s brow furrows in confusion, his hands coming to cup hers and being them up to kiss them, “What like train you?”

YN shrugs, struggling to make eye contact, “Yeah, I can wake up in the morning with you and work out before the kids get up.”

He doesn’t seem sold by the idea, the playfulness in his tone dropping, “I get up so days at four am to work out. You need all the sleep you can with these four wild ones. Sleep is more important. Where’s this coming from?”

YN knows she’s being irrationally mad at him when she snaps, “If you won’t help me then I’ll just hire a personal trainer.”

Harry’s shoulders straighten up, understanding that something’s is definitely going on with his wife today and he needs to get to the bottom of it.

Very rarely did they fight. Very rarely did she snap like that so it was sending off alarm signals that something was very off.

“Why do you need to work out all the sudden?” Harry responds calmly, he didn’t get why she was so dead set on it.

“Harry, why are you acting like you don’t know?” YN raises her voice which was a rare occurrence usually saved for when Harry really fucked up - her jaw actually clenched.

“Because I don’t know what the bloody hell you’re talking about,” He chuckles in disbelief as he leans against the island countertop, “If you want to do that then we can but you’ll feel burnt out if you try to work out on top of having the babies all day and having to breastfeed Briar.”

YN ignores how her eyes prickle with frustration because she’s embarrassed to tell him what really happened today and how she’s been feeling.

He keeps talking, moving closer to her and trying to comfort her, “Plus, you just gave birth. The doctor said it takes nearly eighteen months for your body to fully heal.”

“Drain the pasta, please,” She says instead, looking away from him as she shuts off the knobs on the stove and takes the sauce off the heat with her back turned.

“Will you please tell me what’s going on?” Harry insists as he obliges, pouring the steaming pasta into the strainer in the sink, “I feel like I’m in the dark right now. And I can’t help if you don’t talk to me, mama.”

Just as YN begins to speak, Briar whimpers from her swing before it turns into a full blown wail - YN knows the infant is hungry.

“I have to feed her, will you get them settled with dinner?” She says instead of what she originally was going to but is already walking to unstrap the infant, scoop her up, and disappear out of the room.

Harry stares after her for a moment, he really really doesn’t understand what’s going on because it seems like more than just a bad day which his wife usually doesn’t even have.

And when she does, she typically doesn’t have a problem venting to him about what’s bothering her and letting him help her.

He doesn’t know whether it’s something he did or what was the cause of it and it breaks his fucking heart to see her struggling on her own.

That was his wife and it was his duty to take care of her above anything else.

Harry sits the other three down for dinner, serving and cutting up all their little plates of spaghetti and garlic bread.

“Where’s mama?” Ezra squeaks as he looks towards the kitchen expecting her to come out, she was never not at the dinner table.

“She’s busy with Briar, bubba,” Harry simpers as he cuts his pasta into more bite-sized mouthfuls before doing the same for the other two.

“I want mama to sit next t’me,” Cash announces as he anxiously waits to, barely focused on his food but more so wondering when his mom will come in.

When YN reappears a few minutes into dinner, Briar is calm and just looking around from where she’s nestled in a sling on her chest - suckling a binkie as she blinks heavily.

Harry notices that she doesn’t eat her dinner, just pushing the pasta around her plate without every really consuming any.

“Not hungry?” Harry asks softly as the kids giggle with spaghetti sauce smattered all over their cheeks and lips.

YN just shrugs and doesn’t answer him directly, distracts herself by taking a napkin and wiping of Ezra’s face as he tries to whine and wriggle away.

The rest of the night goes by quickly, only an hour and a half after dinner the kids are all getting their baths and getting tucked into bed - even Briar is in her nursery, fast asleep.

After making sure all the lights are turned off downstairs, Harry enters the bedroom to see YN closing the bathroom door - a clear sign that says don’t bother me.

Usually, the door is open so Harry knows that he can join in and share the shower with her before they wind down for bed.

That’s the typical routine every night.

He throat feels tight, a bit of anxiety settling in his chest because everything just feels off tonight, and he wants his wife to be happy and she just isn’t right now.

While he’s waiting on the bed, he decides to snag the laptop off the side table, and answer some business emails because he is letting anxiety build up enough in his chest it feels tight.

When he pulls up the browser, his brow furrows at the websites that are already pulled up and he does not like what he sees.

*‘Dr. Regallee - Mommy Makeovers Manhattan*’

‘What is a Mommy Makeover? Boobs, Butt, and Belly. All You Need To Know’

‘How To Lose Weight Post-Partum - 15 Calories Burning Tricks for New Moms!’

‘Recovery Time for The New Trend - Mommy Makeovers’

Now it makes sense.

The request to start working out, the personal trainer, the “Harry, why are you acting like you don’t know?”

He doesn’t know because every time he looks at his wife, he’s so fucking enamored and so fucking attracted to her that he goes stupid.

Her body is a fucking masterpiece that he would worship every second of the day, he loves it for a milllion different reason.

The body that housed all of his chunky babies that she’s grown to eight and nine pounds each time, coming out healthy and ready to thrive because her womb helped them develop so perfectly.

He doesn’t know what triggered this.

Occasionally, she’ll need a bit of reassurance that she looks good in an outfit or that she’s beautiful which he does everyday anyways.

She doesn’t get a minute to doubt Harry is attracted to her because he’s constantly trying to get in her pants.

It takes him half a second flat to get hard for her which she even will tease him about how easy he is for her.

Harry knew she must see herself differently because her body really didn’t look that different from before she had any babies back in college.

Sure, her chest was bigger right now because she was breastfeeding and her belly had a bit of skin from the amount it stretch during pregnancy but Harry would still be head over heels with her even if her body looked completely different after babies.

Harry can’t stand to think of her left alone in that shower without support, he tries the knob, and thankfully it’s not locked.

His brow furrows when he notices a pretty dress bunched up and shoved into a small waste basket - something YN typically wouldn’t ever do.

He’s shucking off his clothes and stepping into the shower, YN knows he’s there but she doesn’t move or react - her head is down and letting the hot water pour over her.

“Mama,” Harry murmurs carefully, turning her around and tugging her straight into his chest with firmness.

It makes his own eyes prick with tears when she begins sobbing into his chest, shoulders shaking, and she lets herself lean on him.

“I’m s-sorry,” She stutters out against his damp skin, “I shouldn’t have treated you like that earlier and it wasn’t fair.”

“Ssh,” Harry titters because that’s the last thing he cares about, “Mama, why on earth would you be looking up plastic surgery? You’ve never mentioned that before.”

YN shakes her head, keeping her face nuzzled into him, and telling him, “I still have a pouch of skin on my stomach, my tits aren’t as perky from the kids.”

“Has this been bothering you for a while?” He asks, wondering if he missed earlier signs she was struggling.

YN blinks up at him, sniffling and saying, “No, I-it really hasn’t. You always make me feel attractive. It’s, well, today just wasn’t good.”

Harry’s hand wanders down to palm at said pouch of skin and YN watches his facial expression carefully as he pets her.

“I don’t want you to regret the babies,” Harry whispers sadly, “I know you’ve sacrificed your body to give us kids and I have so much respect-“

“Hey, look at me,” YN moves her hand to his chin until he’s gazing a her, “Never ever do I regret having our children. I would destroy my entire body to make sure we had all of them. I-I normally love my body, what it has done, and how strong it is.”

“Then what brought this on the ?” He continues to caress her skin, her belly, the curve of her breasts, her sides, everywhere.

“It’s-I know it shouldn’t bother me,” YN’s sighs but it’s shakily with tears, getting upset again as she explains, “I went to lunch, you know? With the other wives and Kelsey made a comment about knowing a good personal trainer to get the baby weight off and then others added in about me looking into getting a mommy makeover.”

“Mama,” Harry huffs, trying too reign in his absolute fucking rage, “I’m so fuckin’ sorry that happened to you today. Those women are jealous miserable twats.”

“They said you’ll turn me in for a younger one,” YN tries to joke but Harry can see right past it as her cups her jaw and kisses her lips once, twice.

“Sweetheart,” Harry murmurs sweetly, “Sometimes I feel like you forget that you’re my person and that I’m only solely attracted to you. Literally not another person on this earth.”

YN giggles because it’s not that she forgets but she still feels normally insecurity.

“Even though my love for you isn’t reliant on your physical appearance, I’m fucking weak at the knees because of it. That little extra belly? I dream of biting it and sucking hickies into it. Your tits? I’ve never seen anything prettier in m’life except for your face.”

“I wasn’t going to really think about getting the surgery,” YN manages to finally crack a genuine smile as Harry’s cock brushes against her hip, hard and wet at the tip.

“If that’s something you really wanted, I would always support you with what you do to your body but I really hope you don’t think I’d ever want you to do that for me,” Harry‘s words end with a hiss when her hand comes to wrap around his length and give him a few tight strokes.

”I’m not sure what I did to deserve such a good husband, hm? The most amazing husband and dad to our bubs,” YN praises against his lips as he leans forward to kiss her but ends up moaning in her mouth when she thumbs over his slit.

”S’you, my love,” Harry slurs, horny and distracted as he kneels down to bite at her belly, sucking in deep bruises where she’s most self-conscious as his fingers dancing around her folds.

”Touch me, H,” YN whines as she slumps against the back wall, his index finger teasing her clit but no friction or pleasure, “Want you in me.”

”Mm, want to taste your pretty cunt first,” He responds, gripping her left leg and tugging it over his shoulder so she’s exposed, his fingers coming to part his folds to show where she’s puffy and wet for him, “Look at her, so fucking sexy.”

YN weaves her hand into his hair, pushing him towards her center and he goes willingly, lapping wide stripes from her back entrance to her clit, nipping at the hood before repeating it over and over again.

”Oh, I-fuck, m’coming,” YN tries to warn as he legs begin to shake but her words make him pull back and stand up, “Wha-“

”You’re gonna come on my cock,” Harry leaves no room for agreement as he lifts that leg again but now around his waist, his tip bumping at her entrance, ”You want me in? Want my cock? Tell me, sweetheart.“

”Harry,” She groans in frustration as the smooth tip teases her bud, “You know I want it. Want you to fuck me, c’mon.”

”Impatient,” He scolds but he’s guiding himself on, moaning loudly when he slides all the way into her warm heat, ”love the way you squeeze me. Give me it to me.“

YN doesn’t have to do much work, Harry’s thrusting into her at a harsh pace off the start, honestly they’re fucking like they’re still newly dating when they’re married with kids.

They know they’re on a limited time because one kid will need them and Harry is wasting no time in getting them both to topple off the edge.

As they’re drying off, the baby monitor begins to go off - signaling the Briar’s beginning to cry, she’s most likely hungry.

”I’ll go get her,” Harry says with a kiss to her cheek, ”Go get in bed and get comfortable. I’ll be back after I feed her.”

YN does change into her pajamas and crawls into bed but after a while, she doesn’t know where Harry is and starts to worry.

She slips out of bed and pads down to the nursery where the rooms empty, then down the stairs to the kitchen - empty, then she hears his voice echoing quietly through the hallway.

YN follows it until she’s at their office, the door crack, and she peeks in - Harry’s just in a pair of shorts, Briar cradled in the his arms - she’s suckling hungrily at the bottle he’s holding to her lips.

He has his cellphone tucked between his shoulder and ear, his face stoney and annoyed, “No. I am not calling to discuss the game tomorrow. I’m calling to discuss that your wife was completely out of line at lunch this afternoon.”

YN listen as Harry chews out his teammate for how his wife acted at dinner and how it was absolutely unacceptable and he better make sure nothing like that ever happens again.

YN can hear the man profusely apologizing for the embarrassing behavior of his wife but Harry doesn’t entertain it, only reminds him to talk to his wife and hangs up.

Harry is then looking down at his daughter, blinking up at him as she pats his face, and he coos, “Briar Anne, always going to stand up for your mama. Always going to show you how someone should treat their partner. “

YN turns around to go back upstairs, smile on her face, and tears in her eyes - it made her silly for feeling self conscious.

He always had her back.

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bluetooththereptile · 3 years ago

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Will you make a second part of being a wayne? That cliffhanger should be illegal.

Well I gotta have my readers get excited you know~ I told ya'll I'll be writing the second part so here you go!

Being a Wayne (part 2)

Yandere batfamily x male reader

( English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes in the following text.)

(This fic is continuation of this post)

Note: I may do a third part, who knows~

Summary: It was time for you to make your move, and the yearly gala gave you the best chance...

Tw: violence, mentions of past injuries

"You look really beautiful tonight Barbara!" You whispered in Barbara's ear as you lead her, dancing slowly with her in the middle of the crowd. You felt Barbara's nails dig into your shoulder as you said that "Shut up..." She whispered back, making you bite your lip as you realized the depth of the disaster. When Barbara was angry it meant others were pissed. "Why so gloomy?" You tried to joke, not wanting to lose your cover, pretending to not know what was happening. But she knew that you knew and it didn't help you at all.

"How dare you?" Barbara said, her voice hitching in anger. "How dare you leave us behind? Haven't we done anything we could for you?" You couldn't help but roll your eyes, your family had run out of tricks already. You knew they all shared a trait that your father had taught them, they all were manipulative. "I dare to leave you behind because I want to grow!" "You are just a fucking spoiled brat, that is what you are! You can't survive out of these walls without any of us there to help you!" You rolled your eyes again, not wanting to continue that stupid conversation, so you just played along and danced with Barbara in the main hall of the Manor as you looked around.

Alfred must have told everyone, but since you were not kicked into the Batcave yet, you assumed your father didn't know about any of it. Good, he was the main boss of the game, you could deal with the others without using your main trick, at least you hoped so. Your eyes settled on Cassandra, who was looking directly at you from the second floor's hallway. You could feel her gaze piercing through your skin, you could tell that she felt betrayed. You were her favorite person to hang out with, she had opened up to you, seeking your love and support so many times, and now that you were leaving her behind she felt like she had lost a part of her, she felt both numb and angry, she wanted to March down to downstairs and slap you in the face before hugging you close, no, you couldn't leave!

You winced as you looked away from her, your eyes settling on Stephanie and Dick's reflection on the mirrors inside as they were arguing on the balcony. You could see how distressed Stephanie was as she cried, her makeup already ruined by her tears as she tried to calm herself down, but her overreacting was sending dick on the edge who was trying to process what was happening. You were leaving? How could you? Dick thought he knew you, he had seen some signs but he had thought they'd pass. He knew you were stressed about being around Bruce after he had hurt you, but he didn't expect the trauma to be this deep! You were going to leave a luxurious, safe, and happy life behind to just be free? Are you stupid or what? Were you out of your mind? It must have been a curse or a fucking hypnosis that had made you act like that, there was not a chance of you even thinking about leaving your family, right? Right?

Your heart leaped as you distracted yourself with the music; trying to ignore the couple arguing on the balcony. As the music stopped you let go of Barbara's waist, excusing yourself to go to the bathroom, ignoring Barbara's seething as she tried to reach for your hand. As soon as you turned to enter the hallway reaching the bathroom you were pinned to the wall not so gently by Jason, who was nearly growling as he grabbed your jaw, making you wince in pain, your bones had not healed fully yet. "Is it painful brat? Is it painful?" You asked the second question in a louder voice, making you try to let out a yes. He scoffed at that "Should I break this jaw properly to make you get back to reality? What's in there?" He asked as he smacked your head "Is it sand? Is it a brain of a normal functioning person or a brat that thinks he can do anything he wants? Out there you won't last for even a night!" Jason said as the smell of whiskey filled your nostrils, his red eyes were puffed, he must have helped himself with some liquor as he had cried before coming to get you.

But it was not going to stop you, you punched him in the guts, making him let go of your jaw "Yeah! I'm out of my damned mind! Yeah, I want to leave and die! I want to get out of this gilded cage you and everyone has made for me!" You hissed, making him even more enraged as he took your arm and twisted it, pinning your front to the wall this time. "Listen, bro, you can't go away like it's nothing! Damian has been crying ever since he heard what was going on in that rotted noggin of yours, he is crying! You made the boy cry! What about Tim? He has locked himself in his room, what if he gets so many panic attacks in there, just because of you leaving him? Weren't you besties huh?"

You struggled, trying to get away from his strong grasp. "What about me?" He sobbed out the last part "What about me Y/N? Didn't we promise to be there for each other? You were the only one who didn't treat me like a freak when I got back, how can you leave me behind?" "I'm just leaving this Manor-" you were silenced by Jason's hand as he pushed your face to the wall "This Manor is your safe place, if you leave it, the hell will break loose!" You scoffed, making him twist your hand more, making you yelp in pain "I will break your fucking legs if I have to!" He said next to your ear as he took his hand off, giving you the chance to hit your head to his, startling him.

Jason groaned as he put his hand in front of his bleeding nose, giving you the chance to walk out of the hallway, but then again you were pulled to the side by Kate as she glared at you, having your collar in her fist "Going somewhere young man?" She asked sarcastically, making you let out a nearly strangled groan. Her upper lip twitched in anger, your intimidating older sister was going to open her mouth when you were called by one of your father's friends, Kate let go of you quickly before you rushed to your father's friend, who greeted you warmly.

You were saved from Kate, but your family's heavy gaze never left you, you touched your coat's inner pocket, inhaling sharply as you looked at your father across the hall. You excused yourself to go and meet your father, reminding yourself why you were doing all of that. You had explained this to Alfred this morning since you needed to vent to someone.

"I feel like I'm getting suffocated here, Alfred. I'm too incapable of what I want to do, and if I do it, I'll get excused of the silliest things! I'm never good enough for my father...he just wants me to sit and watch as my family does whatever they want, and I have to stay and study some damned lessons that won't get to use in the future! I am in a cage with the man I no longer love! My father...he's scary to me now, I'm afraid of him so much that when he passes by me I tremble. I...I want to leave here for a while, I'm old enough to choose for myself, maybe it's the better way..."

Alfred had told this to other members of the family to stop you, since that morning you had refused to eat anything, knowing well Alfred could drug you easily, you had made yourself go through the tracker detecter in the Batcave several times so you could find any possible trackers in your body, and you have found some, slicing open your arm and legs to take them out. You felt dizzy with stress and pain, but you have to do it for your sake. You had to! "Father...can we talk in private?" You said as you walked toward Bruce, noticing his eyes lighten up at hearing that, you had refused to talk to him for weeks. "Of course!"

You walked to the level where the attic was, where no one could see you, listening to your father speak about having a birthday party for you, you had turned 18 days ago, but your family was too busy that they couldn't celebrate it, he had lost your birthday and it had made him "sad". "I don't need a birthday celebration father..." your father furrowed his brows at hearing the formal father, and the refusal of the party. "Why is that Y/N?" "I have to grow up you know, I had fun with Alfred on my birthday, so it was enough." Your father didn't get good vibes from what you were saying. You lead him to the hallway before you started speaking.

"I'm going to leave father..." you said as you turned to your father who froze in his place, but you kept walking backward, you had to reach the spot. "Leave where?" He chuckled as he said that, thinking it was a prank of yours, like the first months of you living in the Manor. "I'm going to leave you and the Manor father...I'll be making my own life on my own..." Bruce arched his brow and crossed his arms, thinking of it like a joke to get his attention, how could you leave? You must have felt left out so you wanted to get his attention again, right? "And why you are going to leave?" "Because I don't want to have someone snap my neck as others watch..." your father opened his mouth to speak, hurt obvious in his features. "I'll be leaving, living with help of some friends and mom, she knew one day I had to be on my own, away from you..." you said as you put your hand in your coat's pocket before you got nearly startled by Duke's shouting.

"Stop him! He will get away with a spell! Bruce stop him!" Duke said as he ran upstairs, making you smirk at your father sheepishly "I hope one day we'll meet again." You said as you hit the small bottle glass onto the spell you had drawn on the floor, the liquid touching the drawn parts, making them sizzle and turn into mist, teleporting you outside the Manor. The last thing you saw of your father was his pale, terrified face as he shouted your name.

You found yourself miles away in your uncle's car, panting. "It worked!" Your uncle said as he shook you by the arm, laughing in relief with you. "Let's get away before they know what we've been up to, okay?" You nodded as you hid under a blanket in the backseat. It was the beginning of a new life for you, but the shadow of the past was going to haunt you forever.

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jujutsukatsuki · 2 years ago

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Warnings: SMUT, MINORS DNI, throatfucking, spitting, gagging, messy makeup, soft kiri <3

Smut will be under the cut!

Sometimes things don’t work out, plans fall through, people flake, or your boyfriend since freshman year of high school decides to dump you via text when you were waiting for him at the coffee shop you always met at when you and him got off work.

So here you are, sitting in this little café, crying into your ceramic cup full of espresso that has foam art of a heart. You sniffle as you sit in the booth. It didn’t help that today was already awful. You flunked a test you stayed up all night studying for cause life would be too easy to let you have one thing go right today. Your AP literacy teacher seemed to have a burning hatred for you and you had cracked your phone screen.

If you weren’t spending thousands on college and already in your last year, you might have quit today.

Your only saving grace? The cute barista who you’d come to know as Eijiro Kirishima. He had covered your drink when you realized that your wallet was at home sitting on your coffee table.

You barely touched the cup of coffee he had spent time making just for you, even adding the cute heart on top. Instead you chose to keep your head in your hands as you stared at the table blankly, tears falling from your face into the coffee, ruining the art.

Kirishima bussed a few tables before he got to you.

“Y/n?” He asked softly as he put a hand on your shoulder. You sniffled and looked up at him, a white towel was throwing over the tight black shirt he wore. A black apron covered the front of his body. You took notice of a couple pins he had on the front. A pin from a hero movie, crimson riot or something, you couldn’t remember the actual name. A pin that read He/Him, his name tag that had a pink smiley face sticker along with his title of Assistant Manager for X amount of years on it and a pin that read ‘Ask me about my favorite coffee!’

“Y/n?” He asked again as he knelt down a bit to be eye level with you.

“Sorry, yeah, what’s up Kirishima?” You wiped the black stained tears from your cheeks.

“What’s wrong? Are you alright?”

Your bottom lip quivered, fresh tears pricked your eyes, face was hot with embarrassment and sadness.

“M-my boyfriend broke up with me over text.” You covered your mouth with your hand and let out a muffled sob. Kiri’s eyes held an emotion you couldn’t pinpoint. Pity? Genuine concern? You weren’t sure.

“I’m so sorry to hear that, that’s so unmanly of him.” He wrapped you in a tight bear hug. You wrapped your arms around him tight and cried into his chest.

Eijiro ended up taking his break so he could comfort you while his co-worker, Shoto, covered. He listened to you vent about your problems and frustrations, you actually drank the new coffee that Kiri brought over for you this time, he didn’t want you to drink a coffee that was probably 85% your tears at that point.

He sat next to you and held your hand as you cried into his shoulder.

“I mean, nearly eight years.” You cried. “I thought him and I were gonna get married.” Kirishima rubbed your back slowly as he listened, he didn’t talk, just listened and god it felt nice.

“To tell you the truth, I never liked him much.” Eijiro said once you had calmed down, tears slowly falling less and less.

“Why?” You sniffled and looked up at him.

“He was super bossy and didn’t tip well.” Kiri joked to try and cheer you up. You let out a small laugh.

“He was like that wasn’t he?” You brushed some hair behind your ear and wiped your face with the sleeve of your jacket.

“I don’t want to tell you that everything is going to be okay because I don’t know if it will. But what I can tell you is that you’re such a good, kind, genuine person and anyone is lucky to have you. You’re truly a gift Y/n. And you’re really pretty.” He smiled

Your face felt warm as he said that. “Thanks Kiri. And thank you for listening, I really needed that today.”

“Anytime.” He smiled at you with a big toothy grin.

He got back to work after that, only after he gave you his number if you needed anything of course and you went home to kick your boyfriend out of the apartment.

Only you came home to him having sex with your best friend in the bed the two of you shared. Honestly, you didn’t even care at that point. You calmly gathered all your things, told him to have a nice life and that you were telling the landlord about him smoking weed in the apartment all the time.

With no where to go and a car full of stuff, your brain went on auto pilot. You ended up in front of the coffee shop. It was now pouring rain outside, thunder and lightening were brewing in the sky.

Your eyes held a blank gaze as you stared straight ahead. A soft knock came from your passenger window, it made you jump as you unlocked the door after seeing a familiar red head.

“Y/n? Are you okay?” Kiri asked as he climbed into the passenger seat, he was no longer wearing his apron and the tight black shirt he wore clung even tighter to his body thanks to the rain. His normal spikes of hair were now hanging down in his face.

You sat and told Kiri about what happened once you had got home. His jaw dropped as he heard about what you walked into you. He invited you to stay with him for the night.

Little did you know that one night was gonna change everything.

That was all a year ago. You’ve been living in Kirishima’s guest room ever since.

Currently you were making dinner, Kirishima was gonna be home soon from work and you decided to make his favorite meal that you knew how to cook. Homemade chicken Alfredo.

The front door’s lock jiggled as he unlocked the door and walked in.

“Y/n, I’m home.” He hummed as he dropped his work backpack next to the house and took his shoes off.

“In the kitchen Eiji!” You called out as you were mixing the noodles and sauce.

“Hey.” He smiled as he kissed the back of your head before he grabbed a soda from the fridge.

“Did you have a good day at work?” You asked as you put the noodles to simmer on a low heat.

“It was alright, had a few Karens. What about your day?”

You smiled softly as you looked at him. A black bandana was holding his hair back from his face, he had a smile that reached his eyes as he inquired about your day.

Suddenly it dawned on you how domestic you and him were. How he’d come home and kiss your head, how you’d snuggle into his side as you watch a tv show together, how he’d carry you to your bed and kiss your forehead as he tucked you in. How he’d come up behind you when you were with his friends and wrap his arms around your waist, head on your shoulder.

You were in love with your roommate and best friend.

As you two sat in the couch eating dinner, your legs were over his lap, head resting against his thick biceps. Your thoughts were full of details about Kirishima that you could get rid of. The small scar above his eye he got from jumping through a window when he was a kid, the tattoos that decorated his inner arms, a few comic book heroes and anime characters he loved, the way he instantly relaxed under your touch. You noticed how much Kiri loved touching you. He was always the first one to hold you close to him or kiss your head.

You kept staring at him from the corner of your eye, enough that he caught your gaze.

“You okay, sweet girl?” He asked as he reached out and gently wiped a bit of sauce from the corner of your lips with his thumb. Your face was suddenly very hot as you slowly nodded, he wiped his thumb on a napkin.

“You seem quieter tonight are you sure you’re alright?”

“Kiri, do you…” You stopped to think about your phrasing before you decided to come out and say it.

“Do you like me?”

He cocked his head to the side like a confused puppy.

“Yeah of course, you’re like my best friend.” He smiled a bit

“No I mean like… romantically.”

Kiri’s cheeks went bright red as he stuttered out a answered.

“Is- uh.. Is it okay if I say yes?” He nervously cleared his throat as he chewed on his bottom lip, adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he gulped.

“Yeah of course! I just, I realized that.. maybe I’ve always known and I was just scared but I don’t want to ruin anything and you’re just so sweet and I’m worried that I’m not good enough for you but I like you like that an-“

He cupped your cheek with his huge hand and kissed you. It was such a polite way to shut you up. You kissed back, hands finding the shirt he wore and clutching it in your hands. His lips were soft against yours, his actions were gentle as his other hand held the back of your neck.

The kiss was broken when you both needed air. Lips were swollen and red, faces were warm and the only noise was that of soft panting.

“I’ve been waiting to do that for a while.” He smiled as his thumb stroked your cheek.

“How long?” You questioned

“Since the very first day you walked into the coffee shop and ordered a hot chocolate and a croissant.“ Your face seemed to get even warmer.

“You remembered what I ordered?”

Kirishima chuckled as he nodded.

“Yeah, you asked for four pumps of extra chocolate in the drink because sometimes it wasn’t a strong enough taste for you. Plus you gave me like a 15 dollar tip.”

You laughed and Kirishima fell deeper in love with you at the sound you made. His smile grew as he watched you.

That night you laid in your bed, tossing and turning as you thought of the revelations from tonight. You loved him and he loved you. Now what the fuck do you do?

You shoved the blankets off you and got up, slipping on the bunny slippers that Kiri got for you last Christmas. You opened your door only to come face to face with him. His red hair was down in his face as he looked like he hadn’t slept yet.

“What are we?” The two of you said in sync. Both of you couldn’t help but laugh a little.

“What do you want?” Kiri asked as he placed a hand on your upper arm before it slid down to grab your hand.

“You.” You whispered softly as you gently squeezed his hand.

“I want you too.” He smiled tiredly

“So.. does that mean we’re dating?” You asked for confirmation.

“I guess it does.” He kissed your forehead and squeezed your hand.

“Let me take you on a date tomorrow- er, later tonight?” He chuckled

“Oh yeah? Where are we gonna go?”

“Not sure yet but I’ll pick you up at seven?” He grinned

“I’ll make sure I’m ready by then.” You moved to wrap your arms around his neck.

“If I’m a few minutes late it’s cause my super cute roommate takes forever to get ready.” He teased

“I do not!” You laugh, Kiri reached down and picked you up by your thighs. You gasped, your slippers falling off in the process

“Eiji!”

“What?” He hummed as he stole you away to his room.

“I can walk you know.” You yawn softly, sleep already starting to pull you under.

“I know.” He yawned after you did. He laid down in his bed and laid you next to him. You could see in Kiri’s eyes that he was seconds from sleep. By the time you pulled the blanket over you two, he was out. You snuggled into his chest, it was a perfect fit like you two were made for each other.

One of his hands rested on your thigh, the warm feeling made butterflies in your stomach as sleep became an anchor chained to your ankle yanking you down through the waves of tranquility.

It was your first big date with Eijiro, you put on a nice black dress that hugged your figure in a way that made you feel confident with a deep v neck line that showed off your cleavage and a pair of red heels. Thankfully the dress stopped about mid knee level so it showed off the heels.

You weren’t sure where you and him were going, only that he told you to dress fancy. He looked very handsome in a black suit with a red tie. He grinned like a mad man when he saw you. His large hands found your waist as you snaked your arms around his neck, fingers grazing the hair of his undercut.

“Baby, you look-” He cuts himself off as he moves you to do a little twirl for him. Kiri’s eyes rake over your figure before his eyes meet yours as you twirl back to face him. The smile on his face reaches his eyes, he's looking at you like you’re the love of his life, like you’re a gift to this world.

To him, you are all of those.

Dinner goes well, Eijiro tells you stories that have happened at work recently, you tell him about what you’re learning at college. The entire time he looks at you as if you put the stars in the sky.

He’s so in love with you, it hurts.

🛑 Smut under cut 🛑

After dinner was the fun part. It wasn’t the first time you two did it. But this would be the first time that the two of you were going to have needy, messy sex. Your hands were all over each other, grasping at clothing and skin until your clothes were in balls on the floor.

“Fuck baby, you’re so pretty on your knees.” Kiri panted softly as he looked at you. His lips were swollen with light stains of the lipstick you had worn, his pupils were huge, lust blown. His hand cups your cheek as he stands in front of you, one hand gripping the base of his cock. The tip is red and leaky with dribbles of pre cum.

“Thank you daddy.” You smile and stick out your tongue, his cock is huge. Youre not sure how youre gonna fit the monster in your mouth, the only hope you had was how well he fit in your cunt. Eijiro grins as he smacks the tip of his cock against your tongue.

“Such a messy girl.” He whispers as he licks his lips in anticipation. You slowly take every inch of his cock down your throat, you get about half way before your mouth feels extremely full.

Eijiro lets out a soft groan as his hands tangle in your hair. He bucks his hips into your mouth. Needy. Wanting. He’s doing everything he can to chase his high. You pull back for a moment to talk to him, saliva drips down your chin.

“You can fuck my throat Daddy.”

His brain malfunctions over your words, with one hand he puts his cock back into your mouth as the other has your hair gripped tightly. You let your jaw remain slack as he started to thrust into your mouth.

The feel of your throat gripping his cock is the most euphoric. Drool drips down your chin to between your breasts. The feeling of your gagging satisfies him, the way you clench around his cock. Between your legs is slick, your thighs stick together as you rub them together for friction. You let out a whine as you make eye contact with him, he thrusts harder down your throat, causing you to gag again. This time he holds your head down, nose buried in his neatly trimmed happy trail.

The gagging is what’s pushing him over the edge, he reaches down and wraps his hand around your throat. He can feel himself buried inside. Your head feels light, but it feels too good to tap him on the thigh and make him stop. Without warning, his cum floods down your throat, making you instantly start swallowing.

His breathing is harsh as he pulls out, muscles in his thighs are lightly jerking and a few spurts of cum find their way on your lips and chest.

“Fuck.” He curses as he looks at you, makeup smeared around your face, lips red and puffy, cum dripping down your skin. He can’t help but add to the mix with his spit before he smears the mixture all over your cheeks and mouth.

“So fucking pretty. Gonna make such a mess of you.” He smirks as he lifts you up and lays you on the bed. You have a feeling that the neighbors are gonna have a noise complaint to give your landlord, but in that moment, you couldn’t give a fuck. You were about to be obliterated by your boyfriend's huge cock, and that’s all that mattered to you.

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