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Where Do Broken Hearts Go - Chapter 3 (18+)

Pairing: Model, ex-boyfriend!Jungkook X Child psychologist, Fem!Reader X Lawyer, Single Dad!Hoseok.

Summary: Jungkook stripped your emotions naked, left you bare in the chilly wind of despair and self-doubt with an unending heartache. You tried your hardest to move on from him, to live for yourself but failed miserably. Each night you had to come back to your empty home where memories and broken dreams were scattered all around the floor, until one day a little angel and her unbelievably beautiful father came into your life. Finally, when you find yourself healing, maybe falling too, Jungkook had to show up! Again!

Theme: Angst, pining, heartbreak, break-up, implied smut

Warnings: Mentions of school bullying, implied smut, multiple pov changes, we got Hoseok's POV too!! mentions of alcohol consumption, a flashback, palpable tension between Hoseok and reader.

Word count: 4.7k

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A/N: The chapter starts with Hoseok's POV. JK's POV is added to the very end of the story. Sorry for the delay. I really struggled with this chapter. But I hope you guys like it. Please share your thoughts, I'd love to talk to you about it. and even if you are only reading the story, I still love you regardless.

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Chapters:-

Prologue/Masterpost || Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6 || Chapter 7 - Finale

“It’s so big, dad! It’s so big” the astonishment in Sua’s voice fills Hoseok’ heart with adoration. How come he has given birth and raised such an adorable human being!

Even if ten years ago somebody had told him that he would be raising a daughter alone with very little to no help, he would have laughed at their faces. But now, he can’t even think of a time when Sua wouldn’t be with him to brighten up his day, his life, his entire existence.

“Sua, let’s get into the queue! Fast!” your voice cuts through the thin chill of the air.

Hoseok’s eyes land on your figure and he finds you as beautiful as ever, if not more. He has come across countless women in his life but there are very few who have left any impact on him.

You are definitely one of them.

He knew you had to be special from the moment he witnessed Namjoon apparently struggling to shut his mouth while praising you and your capabilities. Hoseok knows his childhood friend too well and he knows that the man is not someone to be impressed easily. Hence, you had to be really compatible.

But he definitely didn’t expect you to be so attractive.

The moment his eyes met yours, he knew it was going to be hard for him to maintain this doctor-client relationship with you. And he was right. Things are getting even harder because he has to see you in your casual (and pretty) clothing, smiling and laughing with his daughter, and being equally excited about getting in the giant merry-go-round.

One of the very few things that he learnt about you includes the fact that you don’t need a ton of makeup or extravagant dresses to look bold and beautiful. When he saw you at the clinic for the first time, you were wearing a formal blouse and dress pants and yet you looked effortlessly attractive. During both of the outdoor therapy sessions, you chose to wear jeans and tops. And again Hoseok is finding it hard to divert his eyes from you.

On top of that, seeing you and Sua blending and bonding so well, makes him wish for forbidden things that are both too unethical and early for him to wish.

“Daddy! Are you coming or not?” Sua shouts from a distance and that’s when Hoseok realizes that he has been far too lost in his thoughts, or more like, his thoughts of you.

He walked fast towards the steps where you and Sua are standing, the same steps lead you into the small cabin of the giant merry-go-round.

Sua’s shoes clink against the metal floor of the small cabin making both of you and Hoseok laugh at her excitement. She settles at one side of the cabin and gestures to both of you to come inside.

Just as Hoseok is about to step inside, you hold his arm with your small palm. Something warm floods inside Hoseok and he finds this simple, insignificant act way too intimate. He eyes the place where your hand is touching him and then looks into your eyes.

God! Your eyes are so beautiful, probably the most beautiful pair of eyes he has ever seen. He feels heat creeping up his neck.

“You may hear things that will break your heart or unsettle you but I would appreciate it if you could keep your cool and refrain from reacting much.” your voice is low enough to make sure Sua doesn’t hear you. Hoseok understands and nods as you two finally settle inside the cabin. You sit beside Sua while he sits in the opposite direction.

The cabin is almost midair when Hoseok sees your body going rigid, your face losing colors and your eyes shutting on their own accord. On the other hand, Sua seems to be enjoying the view much more than what is expected from a seven year old.

It doesn’t take anyone a second guess to make out that you are acrophobic.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Hoseok voices out of concern, reaching for your hands in the process. You nod to assure your well-being.

Sua whips her head and turns to take a look at you.

“Y/N! Are you afraid of merry-go-rounds?” Sua grips your fingers with her small hands. Hoseok takes his approaching hands back under his custody.

You laugh a little, even though your face says you are two seconds away from throwing up.

“Not exactly merry-go-round, Sua. But I am afraid of heights.” You reply through your gritted teeth.

“Oh? Is that a thing?” Sua questions. Hoseok sits back and observes the conversation. He realizes you are about to make it about Sua very soon.

“Yes. Fear of heights is called Acrophobia. But it was a secret! Now you know one of my biggest secrets, Sua!” you fake annoyance, all through your nerve-wrecking fear. Hoseok is surely very amazed with you now.

“Oh no!” Sua giggles.

“Don’t laugh. In exchange for my secret, you gotta tell me one of your secrets too. Or better tell me what you are afraid of the most? It’s a rule. You can’t back off.” You seem to ease up quite a lot now.

“What am I afraid of? Do I have to tell you?” Sua questions with a very serious expression.

“Yes. don’t you think it will be unfair to me if you don’t?” You reason.

“That is right. But then daddy has to tell us his secret too. He heard you, just like me!” Sua pouts. Hoseok chuckles at his daughter's cute protests.

“Sure. I don’t have a problem.” he mutters. Eyes drifting to your face, which is focused on Sua. He sighs. You look even more beautiful under the golden hue of the setting sun. You look unreal, almost like a dream.

“Okay then let's start with Hoseok, shall we?” You speak with a trembling voice as the giant wheel starts to move again.

“Yes. yes. Daddy should go first.” Sua chimes in, way too delighted to finally know what scares her father the most.

“Spiders. I am afraid of spiders the most! God, those little creatures are the bane of my existence.'' As soon as Hoseok’s sentence ends, he hears roars of laughter from both of you and his daughter.

“I knew it! Daddy hates bugs so much!” Sua breaks into another fit of laughter, you join her soon after.

Hoseok feels like an achievement, having made you and Sua laugh so loud, it’s certainly an achievement to him.

“Okay okay! It’s your turn now.” you say while winding a hand around Sua’s little body, tugging her close to you.

For the first time in the afternoon, Hoseok finds his heart beating erratically because of you.

“I-” Sua’s face loses the glow in an instant, “I am- I am afraid of dark rooms. Dark rooms are so scary. I hate it! I-I hate it!” She covers her ears with her tiny palms.

Hoseok’s heart breaks at the sight, just like you had warned him earlier. He tries to reach out for Sua but sees you tugging her close to your chest, patting her back and calming her down before her anxiety excelates any further.

“Does Jaemin have anything to do with this, Sua?” you approach carefully, patting her back during the entire time.

Sua doesn’t say anything but she nods in your chest.

Hoseok’s heart breaks even more. He has been raising Sua providing every possible comfort he could offer. He thought he was successful in keeping his daughter away from all the harms of the world, but he was wrong. Somewhere, out of his knowledge, Sua was being terribly treated. The thought ensues a destructive anger in him, both for whoever Jaemin is and for himself. No matter how much he tried to be a great father, he failed to protect his babygirl and he is totally ashamed of himself.

When he looks up at you, he finds you smiling at him as if to assure something, as if to say, “hey, it’s alright”. He returns the smile with a heavy heart.

One thing about Sua is that it’s really easy to divert her mind and cheer her up.

Only an hour ago she was trembling in your chest, engulfed in fear of dark rooms and that bully. But right now she is smiling widely, totally thrilled to be riding the Camelot Carousel.

However, the person you are currently worried about is Hoseok. He is not at all doing well.

“You okay?” Letting your voice sound a little concerned, you ask Hoseok.

“I don’t know. I feel like I failed my duties as a parent. I couldn’t protect her.” Hoseok sighs. His shoulders rise and fall, making them brush with yours. It somewhat pains you to see him like this, especially when you could tell him for hours how good of a father he is despite all the complexities he had faced.

“Are you a magician or something?” you reply a little playfully.

“What?” Hoseok chuckles.

“No, right? Then how can you expect everything to be under your control? You are a human being after all, Hoseok. Being a parent doesn’t give you superpowers. There will always be shortcomings. But considering you have failed because of those, is certainly not justified. You are a good, in fact a great dad, Hoseok. And I need you to believe that yourself.” By the time you finish talking, you find Hoseok facing you.

Both of you are lost in each others’ eyes. All the chatters, clamoring, noise, the music from the carousel have faded in the background. Silence is buzzing in your ears and your eyes are focusing only on him.

Hoseok’s hair is not as styled as the other two times you have seen him. It’s more casual and curly today. Some curls fall on his forehead, almost reaching his eyes. His eyes are as dark and intimidating as ever. And if you are not wrong then you find those dropping on your lips momentarily before he is dragging his eyes back to yours again.

“You are a good psychologist but.. you are a better human being and I hope you know that, Y/N.” Hoseok speaks a little breathlessly.

“Maybe.. Or maybe not.” You add, finally turning your body towards the carousel again. You don’t look at him anymore. You don’t want him to read the vulnerability in your eyes that formed because he called you a good human being.

Your mind instantly goes back to Jungkook. You blame him for everything. He is the reason why you are so sensitive, so miserable that your eyes are blurring just because someone called you a good person.

It’s pathetic. You’re pathetic. And pathetically Jungkook doesn’t care about the state he has pushed you in.

“I didn’t get to ask you earlier but are you okay?” Hoseok asks, walking side-by-side with you while carrying Sua piggyback as she is fast asleep.

You get a little nervous at his question. Did hoseok really see the miserable you through your strong girl facade?

“Yes. I'm totally fine. Why are you asking though?” you quiz back.

“You pretty much lost all the color of your face while riding on the giant wheel.” Hoseok chuckles a little.

“Oh. that!” you chuckle too, “I am fine now.”

“Do you always do this? I mean, going out of your comfort zone to help your patients?”

“That’s a part of our job. If we can’t face our fears, we won’t be able to help others.” You sigh a little.

Hoseok only nods and you two fall in a comfortable silence.

“It was a great day, and we made good progress. Hope she will open up more to me by the next session. So, see you next friday?” You say as you approach your car.

“Oh- next friday. Shit! I almost forgot.” Hoseok groans and you find it mindlessly attractive, “I have a very important hearing next Friday. We may have to skip the session.”

“Skipping a session might not be a wise choice as she finally started to talk. Is there a way to reschedule it?” You shift your weight from one foot to another.

“I am so sorry but I will be occupied with all the preparations for this whole week. I don’t think I can make it before saturday.” Hoseok pouts a little.

And good lord! He is so manly yet so cute! You feel like running away again!

“I can work this Saturday if you want.” you propose, knowing exactly what you are doing.

“Really? I will be so grateful if you do but I don’t want to ruin your weekend.”

“I don’t have anything special planned anyway. So..” You just hope you don’t sound desperate.

“Okay. Done! Saturday at the same time? I will text you the venue later on?” Hoseok smiles widely and you feel your heart melting.

You nod.

On your way back home, you feel a little guilty about the way you persuaded Hoseok earlier. You practically just used him as an excuse to refrain from going to Jimin’s party. You know Jungkook will be there and you don’t want to see him. You will briefly see Jimin and give him the gift before meeting Hoseok and Sua.

Work is always one of the most plausible excuses after all.

There are two thoughts plaguing Hoseok’s mind.

One, Sua being bullied at school and him being unaware of it all.

Two, You.

You are doing the unexplainable to him.

He had many people telling him that he is a great dad, he is doing an exceptional job in raising his daughter almost alone, but all of those words felt hollow and more like a courtesy than like an appreciation.

However, for the very first time when he felt those words to be genuine, those were coming out of your mouth.

“Being a parent doesn’t give you superpowers. There will always be shortcomings. But thinking you have failed because of those, is certainly not justified. You are a good, in fact a great dad, Hoseok. And I need you to believe that yourself.” your words replay in his head. He intakes a sharp breath and sips whiskey from his glass.

Staring at the almost deserted road outside his window, he feels sympathetic for them. Because he knows what it is like to be deserted, to be alone.

On nights like these, when he is a little unsettled, a little troubled, a little miserable… he seeks warmth of a shelter, a home, a lover.

Hoseok sighs, closing his eyes he tries to picture a lover and the face he sees throws him off the edge… because it’s you. It’s his daughter’s therapist, somebody he doesn’t even know that well, somebody that is clearly off limits.

He growls in frustration, slams the glass of liquor hardly on the table in the process.

He should not be feeling like this. He is beyond the age of having innocent crushes. It’s only need, want and lust at this point of his life. And there’s no way you can satiate those.

So, he does what he could arrange. He takes his phone and dials the number of the person he knows will keep his bed warm at night.

Saturday rolls around much faster than you would prefer. For once you consider canceling the plan but then you opt for going.

Jungkook and you had a messy breakup, that’s true, but your common set of friends or acquaintances have nothing to do with it. They are more of Jungkook’s friends than yours anyway. So, you have nothing to lose if they suddenly start blaming you even if it’s your ex-boyfriend who ended the relationship.

However, you know Jimin would be different. He knows you better than any other friend of Jungkook. And he is the reason why you two met.

Four years ago, when you were a fresh graduate, broke and desperate. You rented this cheap studio apartment. Jimin was your neighbor living just across the hall. And Jungkook was (and is) his best friend.

There was nothing romantic about yours and Jungkook’s meeting, rather it was a scene to be remembered.

It was summer, burning hot. Jimin, being weirdly himself, decided to dive into his very uncomfortable and shallow bathtub. Without a doubt, his decision resulted in him having a bump on the forehead.

Jimin somehow managed to call Jungkook, who came to his rescue. Who also came knocking on your door in search of ice. That’s the day you met him for the first time, then became friends and in turn, lovers.

The memory of Jungkook asking you out stings like a fresh wound these days.

“So I was thinking…” he’d said, eyes zoning out of focus. He had looked at everything else other than you.

“Hmm?” you had an idea what was this going to be about and you were elated to say the least. You and Jungkook had been flirting with each other for a good time already. A comment here, a touch there, all of it made you feel like you were new. You were in love for the very first time and you realized you have never loved any of your past partners as much as you loved this doe eyed, bunny featured boy.

You knew your feelings were reciprocated as you were able to read Jungkook and the way he would behave around you. You were waiting for him to be the first one to break the ice and if he proved to be way too shy to do anything, you would come up and take the charge.

But you didn’t have to do so. Jungkook broke the tension as soon as he heard you needed a partner to join you to your very first networking party.

“I could be your date to that party you were talking about- I mean- if you want you know?” his mouth latched to the beer can, taking a long sip to avoid your eyes again.

“Are you only suggesting or are asking me out?” You played with him.

Gulping the beer he opened his mouth to reply but he got tensed as soon as he saw you smiling and staring at him intently, “I am- umm- what I want to say is that-'' he gulped again “it would be nice if I could be your date. I would love to be your date.”

“And why is that?” you were enjoying teasing him.

He flushed at your sudden question. You could clearly see the way he was getting more and more nervous with each passing second.

“I-I don’t know how to say it. Uh- It may feel a bit creepy since we don’t know each other for that long and I am already asking to be your date. But I- I like you. It’s okay if you don’t feel the same-”

You shut him up by capturing his lips with yours in a sudden kiss.

It took him a moment to process your actions but when he did, he kissed you back with ten times more intensity. He slid his tongue inside your mouth, his hands found their way inside your tank top, he placed you on the top of his lap, pressing his groin to your core deliciously. A pair of tongues danced for dominance, and soon you found yourself writhing under him as he made you cum again and again.

You come out of your flashback as you absentmindedly touch the heated part of the hair straighter.

Wow. What a great start to a Saturday, you think to yourself.

Gladly, we didn’t cry or have a meltdown this time. You smile to yourself, reaching for a band aid. This seems like healing. You are recovering faster than you thought you would, which makes you happy for sure.

Only if it was an average meeting, you wouldn’t put so much effort on your look. But you gotta meet Jimin first, who is probably already in a party mood, wearing his million dollar worth Dior outfits and Tiffany bracelets. And you don’t want to appear like a homeless kid before him. Moreover, Hoseok decided this week’s venue to be one of the fanciest bakeries of the town. Hence, it’s better if you doll up a bit.

You look at yourself through the rear view mirror, hoping that you are not overdressed for a therapy session and not undressed to meet your super popular friend.

Ok, you look presentable. What could possibly go wrong if you turn up to both of your meetings like this. Nothing.

The signal turns green and you are about to start your car except the fact that it doesn’t.

You spoke too soon. Obviously! Your car had to break down in the middle of the road like this! It is, certainly, one of the finest Saturday mornings you have ever had.

If there’s anything positive then you are just two blocks away from Jimin’s house, hence, you won’t have to walk for long in your heels.

It’s almost 2:45 when you complete calling insurance, handing over your car, and taking care of all the paperworks. There is no way in the world you could meet the Jungs by 3:30, so you decide to shoot Hoseok a quick text while walking towards Jimin’s house. You inform him that you are going to be late by 30 minutes or so as your car broke down earlier.

And you receive a call from him when you are in the elevator.

“Hey, is everything alright?” Hoseok’s smooth voice creates a weird session in your ear, which tickles down directly to your heart, warming it up much more than you would like to admit.

“Ah, yeah. Everything is fine. The car suddenly broke down while I was on the way to a friend’s home. And I am not well-aware of the public transport here. So, it may take some time for me to figure things out and reach the bakery.” keeping your eyes on the elevator door, you speak into your device.

“Uh- if you don’t mind… I can pick you up.” Hoseok suggests, voice a little small.

“It’s so kind of you, Hoseok but I don’t want to trouble you.” you reply. It’s safe to say that you would love to accept his kindness but then again, you don’t wanna appear to be a desperate, broken hearted, naive little girl.

“It won’t be a problem for me, Y/N. Just text me the address? Hm? I am sure Sua would love it too.” This time Hoseok’s voice is even more confident with a hint of authority in it. And you won’t like to turn him down. Agreeing with his proposition you cut the call, and type out the address just then the elevator dings open.

You haven’t been to Jimin’s place more than a couple of times but it is never hard to find his door, even though each of the condo looks just the same from outside.

Because Jimin’s door is always decorated as if it’s christmas. And today he even walked an extra mile and placed a full-size catboard cutout of himself with an edited crown on the top of his head and an animated birthday cake on one elevated hand.

You stifle a laugh while you press on the door bell.

And when the door opens, it’s not Jimin on the other side.

You are one of the main reasons why Jungkook decided to show up during the afternoon, have lunch with Jimin and then quietly leave before the party starts. His privacy is certainly a concern but not more than running into you.

But it seems like Life has different plans.

It’s you, who decided to show up right after 30 minutes of his arrival.

It’s you, who looks absolutely shattered by seeing him on the other side of the door.

It’s you, who is effortlessly sporting a black and red floral sundress with your slender neck and collarbones on display.

He stares at you with blown out pupils as you do the same. And suddenly Jungkook realizes that he misses you… or more like, misses seeing your beautiful face. If that makes sense.

“Y/N..” he murmurs under breath and he knows you can’t hear him.

You gulp and then open your mouth to say something but Jimin cuts you off.

“Y/N! You are here!” Jimin runs towards you, shoving Jungkook out of the doorway and pulls you inside. “But wait. You are here to tell me you can’t make it to the party, don’t you?”

Jungkook obverses you intently, zeroing his eyes on you and only you. You give Jimin one of your beautiful smiles and then hold out his gift.

“Sorry, Jiminie, I have a session today and I am already late for it. But a very very happy birthday to you.” tiptoeing, you reach Jimin's height and place a sweet kiss on his cheek. Jimin hugs you as you hug him back.

The scene irritates Jungkook and he doesn’t understand why. He has always been the jealous type, overprotective and possessive type. He never liked it when guys, even if your common friends, become too cozy with you. But that was in the past. That was when he was yours and you were his. That was when he was still in love with you. So, there is no apparent reason behind his irritation now.

He tries to move his eyes from you but then his eyes fall on your finger wrapped in a band-aid. Even before he knows what he is doing, he walks towards you, grabs your hand and examines the injury.

"Did you cut yourself again?" Jungkook investigates, as if he still has any right over you.

You snatch your hand back from his grip as if his touches burn.

"No. It's nothing." You reply, avoiding his entire presence.

Smiling brightly at Jimin, you murmur "I should go now. I'm running behind schedule."

"But it's Saturday. You don't work on weekends." Jungkook's mouth runs before his mind.

"I'm changing." You finally look at him, your eyes shoot daggers at him.

"But, Y/N-" Jimin starts to speak only to get cut off mid sentence as your phone starts ringing.

Jungkook doesn't want to but he can't control himself from peeking at your phone. But before he could make out the caller id, you receive it, “Hello… Oh you are here. Just a minute I am coming.”

“Jimin, I gotta go. I am sorry and happy birthday.” You rush your parting sentence, as if you don’t want to keep, whoever is here to pick you up, waiting.

“Y/N, you didn’t even rest your butt!” Jimin protests and you laugh.

“It’s a special client, Jimin. I don’t have a choice.” you smile apologetically to him.

The fact that you have smiled so many times already but not a single one was directed towards him. He knows he hasn't done anything to deserve your smiles but he craves for them regardless.

He wants to ask you how are you doing, if you are eating properly or not, if you are sleeping in time or do you still stay up reading books. He wants to ask for forgiveness, to say that he is sorry, to suggest that you move on and stop hurting because of him, but even before he could say a word… you are gone.

Jimin jogs towards the balcony and he joins just to see who this special client of yours is.

Never once during your relationship has he seen you working during the weekends, you also never accepted any gifts or lifts from your clients, and there was no reason for doing so since most of your clients are teenagers.

But earlier you said you were changing, is that why it’s a tall and good looking man who is here to receive you?

You come in the picture a minute or two later and walk towards your special client. Placing a hand on the small of your back, he guides you to the passenger seat.

Jungkook can’t make out your facial features from the 5th floor, but he knows you are most definitely smiling. And the knowledge doesn’t sit right with him; rather it sets his senses on fire and that familiar overprotectiveness, possessiveness plague his mind.

“Oooohhh-” Jimin sings song, “a young, handsome client, who might as well be something more.”

“No. She is still in love with me.” Jungkook grits his jaw at the sight of the car leaving, taking away you.

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Deeper Than Oceans You Run, Watch As Our World Has Begun

Nick Moldenhauer x Dallas Blankenburg Moldenhauer

A so it goes blurb

Warnings: some insecurities and slight angst

Takes places during their honeymoon this summer

The full moon reflects on the darkened waves that lap at the couple. Nick and Dallas cling to each other, limbs tangled up in a perfect mess as they float.

Today marks one week into their blissful honeymoon. They’ve been having boozy, blistering fun on the white sand beaches in Tulum. They love being in love and being happy. There have been many endless kisses and bone chilling touches. Albeit the overwhelming rapture, Dallas can tell something’s wrong with Nick. Her husband has a faint furrow between his eyebrows and the corners of his lips don’t fully rise with his smile. Any other person wouldn’t even notice, but Nick is Dallas’ favorite worn in book. She can notice the slightest difference in anything he does.

“What’s wrong? You seemed down all day,” the girl pulls herself tighter into his chest and slides a hand into his curls.

“Just thinking a little too much,” Nick whispers, not able to meet her eyes.

“About what?” She asks, tilting his head up so he can look at her.

“Um… just about my future. In the nhl. I just- I don't know,” he mumbles and turns away despite his wife trying to keep his eyes on hers.

“Nicky, it’s all going to be okay,” she tries to reassure him.

“What if it’s not? What if I fail miserably, or what if I can’t be the player that I want to be?” Nick exasperates, eyes wide and his unshed tears glimmering in the moonlight. His voice is shaky and his chest is starting to heave.

“It’s going to be okay, baby. You’re a good hockey player and you never give up. You’re so committed to bettering yourself and that’s all that matters. Even if you do fail, I will be by your side, so unbelievably proud of you. I know you’re not going to fail, though. You’re Nick Moldenhauer, someone who has gone through a lot so early in their hockey career. You’ve had a lot of odds against you, but you’re here playing hockey for umich. You’re drafted and you’re going to be amazing,” she hums and wipes away the tear on his cheek.

“I just want to be able to take care of you, us, and our future family,” Nick admits, letting out a sigh when she nuzzles her nose into his cheek. Dallas softly traced over the scar on his jaw before pressing a soft kiss onto the raised skin. The girl feels a fluttery feeling grow in her heart at the thought of their future family.

“And you will be able to. If not, then I have no problem being your sugar mommy,” the girl jokes, trying to get a smile out of her husband.

“You’re my everything and the last person I want to let down,” he chokes out with a quivering lip. His words are pained, easily making her heart crack.

“You could never. I love you so much, Nicky,” she reassures him once again.

Dallas loops her arms around his shoulders and squeezes him tightly to her body. Heat builds where their soft skin touches, consoling Nick.

“I love you, June bug. I’m happy you’re my wife. It’s you and it’ll always be you,” he affirms and leans down to capture her lips in a kiss.

Dallas cups his cheeks, her legs wrapping around his waist as she gets lost in his lips. His tongue gently prods her lips open and explores her mouth as if it’s his first time. She loves that every time they kiss, it feels like the very first time. She gets filled with excitement, and she can feel it blossom in Nick with the way his fingers press into her skin.

“Want to help me tick something off of my bucket list?” Dallas asks, lips moving over his.

Her husband pulls away, watching her facial features and seeing the smirk that she can’t bother hiding.

“What is that?”

“Sex on the beach,” she rasps in his ear.

Nick doesn’t respond, he just pulls Dallas over his shoulder and carries her to shore. He can’t wait to see her fall apart under the stars and moon.

#nick x dallas #nick moldenhauer #nick moldenhauer x oc #so it goes au

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prettyboykatsuki · 9 months ago

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consider if u will for a moment… scumbag sleazy duke oliver who keeps teasing out a courtship with a noble girl NOT because he likes her but because he’s fascinated by you, her disdainful and disinterested personal maid (or… perhaps… her stableboy…)

this is making me so horny i need to die this is sooo . anon you are the smartest person ever. he's so awful and miserable i need him.

tw for dubcon (?) power imbalance and horrible worthless scumbag oliver aiku

GODDDDDDD. this is so vivid in my mind too. it's probably his father who insists on him meeting with whatever noble daughter he's suggest. olivers been slapped, banished, ruined in pretty much every householding bearing a woman in it, and his families reputation is nearly at risk because of it. so unless he wants to lose everything, he ought to find a nice girl to settle down with

and oliver is a shit son, so he's not really doing it. but he does try to appease his father now again and keep his cushy life so he goes. and the girl, well she's nice. easy to charm with big wet eyes and a romantics heart. it's not a kind thing to say but it's nothing oliver hasn't seen already, but she's easy to charm to the point of being boring. and if oliver hates anything, it's being so miserably and unbelievably bored.

and then, you walk into the room. her maid. prim, proper,sharp - and mean. but not in an overt way. your work doesn't allow you to speak your mind, so you've shielded your dislike with layers of politeness. you're so properly curt and so unbelievably meticulous that to a fool with duller hearing, you'd be a proper little servant girl. and oliver is a lot of things, mostly a bastard, but he is no fool. and he knows right away, can feel it immediately - what burning hatred you have towards him that you are not allowed to reveal under any circumstances.

and he doesn't blame you for that, really. how could he? your lady has probably been under your care since you were old enough to walk and talk. you've spent your whole lives together, so you're protective. vicious. it's hardly the first he's seen of it. what gets oliver though is your experience. your patience. you are so good at your job, that even when oliver spends his entire evening fucking with you by asking for his tea to be remade and pinching your skirt when your beloved lady isn't looking.

he confronts you the minute you're left alone with him.

("you hate me, don't you?"

you look at him startled, but it's brief. barely there. he would've missed it if he blinked. you tilt your head, neutral and fair and even. "of course not, your lordship."

he laughs into the edge of his tea cup. "you're a poor liar. but an excellent maid, that much i can commend. you're free to be honest," he closes his eyes and laughs as he sips "i think i'm quite interested after all,"

he can see your jaw tick when his eyes flutter open again. "is that so? the lady will be very pleased to hear that."

he laughs again, taking you in - wonder what you look like underneath that frilly little dress. "not nearly as pleased as i am to have found her," )

after that, it's made semi-official that he's courting her. and for all oliver is, he's good at courting her. very good. there's rumors going around about how she's been able to wrangle that horrible man, as since their courtship he hasn't strayed at all. he's thoughtful and seemingly quite affectionate and everyone is so pleased with him. his father. the other nobles. even your lady has fallen for his facade.

it's just a secret between you then, that oliver is always only looking at you. that when your lady leaves you two alone, he's cornering you and flirting with you. that he visits when she's not around and follows you while you work like a lost puppy. that eventually, he finds his face underneath your petticoat and makes your legs tremble. it's a secret between him and himself that it's you he adores, so much so that he thinks of running away just to tease you for the rest of his life.

what a mess you've made between you. what an honest to god awful mess.

#return to sender #cheating cw #KIND OF LOL #and #dubcon cw #tw oliver aiku #I HATE HIM SOOOOO MUCH FDVSKJDSD #oliver aiku x reader #<- girl who wants to bang him so bad

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getosbigballsack · 2 years ago

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Thank you thank you thank you bc i was choking with this idea. I love requesting you my ideas 😭. It's some angst/smut bc I love a we-can't-be-together-but-I-love-you-so-much-it-hurts-and-you're-ruining-my-life-bc-of-this sex

Ok, so maybe something with best friend Gojo where they have a thing and are very passionate about each other, but every time they try to be bf and gf they don't work out, they fight a lot and go back to old habits, like she starts drinking and he smoking tons. So they're best friends in a very co-dependent relationship, they hook up some times because they just can't keep their hands to themselves and when they try to be intimate with other people isn't the same, and there's this day that they fight like screaming, tears and cussing at each other (maybe jealousy motive) and she's like "I'm done" and goes out of the door and the cycle restarts again

𝑩𝒂𝒅 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 - 𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅

𝑻𝒐𝒙𝒊𝒄! 𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒖 𝒙 𝑻𝒐𝒙𝒊𝒄! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒀/𝑵

𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔: 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝑰 𝑺𝒂𝒚 𝑰𝒕𝒔 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅. 𝑵𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒚𝒔, 𝒏𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐, 𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 - 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝒕𝒐𝒙𝒊𝒄 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒔, 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒙, 𝒖𝒏𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒓𝒂𝒘 𝒔𝒆𝒙 (𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒈𝒍𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒄𝒔) 𝒕𝒚𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒔.

𝑨/𝑵: 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝑰 𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒐 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕ꨄ︎

𝑩𝒂𝒅 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 - 𝑴𝑮𝑲 𝒇𝒕 𝑪𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒂 𝑪𝒂𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐, 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰𝒕 𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 - 𝑺𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒂 𝑮𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒛, 𝒏𝑬𝑿𝒕 - 𝑺𝒆𝒗𝒚𝒏 𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒕 𝑲𝒊𝒅 𝑰𝒏𝒌, 𝑩𝒂𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑯𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒆𝒚, 𝑻𝒐𝒙𝒊𝒄 - 𝑲𝒆𝒉𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒊 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑩𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 - 𝑳𝒐𝒖𝒊𝒔 𝑻𝒐𝒎𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒕 𝑩𝒆𝒃𝒆 𝑹𝒆𝒙𝒉𝒂. 𝑯𝒆𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔, 𝑰'𝒎 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒇𝒆𝒘 𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒔. 𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒘 𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰'𝒎 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒘. 𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈.

𝑾��: 5.6𝒌

𝑹𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏✯ 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑮𝒐𝒋𝒐 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒖'𝒔 𝑷𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝑷𝒆𝒏✯

𝑬𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚❤︎

Your relationship with your best friend Gojo has never been perfect, one moment you were best friends, the next you were lovers, then your enemies, you both break up and then you’re back to square one, the cycle just kept on repeating itself

An endless loop that has no beginning and most certainly does not have an end. And even if you tried to end the toxic cycle, everything just turned out to be the same again in the end.

No matter what you did, no matter what he did and even tried, you both came to the conclusion that you need each other in order to survive. Without him, you were nothing and without you he’d be lost. There’s something between you and him, a certain fire in both your love. It was something that was unreleasable, to some your toxic love is unbelievable.

And it can’t be helped that this relationship was too toxic, because for one you're both miserable without each other. You both found it hard to be in an intimate relationship with other people. The loving ain’t the same, the sex ain't the same, the late nate drunk and high conversation that you and him have were not the same. And even though this posed as an issue, when you both tried to work on being together in a relationship, it just seemed too hard.

And despite that, you just couldn’t let him go and neither can he.

…

The last post on his Instagram stories had you fuming.

He really did it again huh.

You thought that this was the last time, he promised that he’ll never do this again, but look at him. Smiling as if the world is revolving around him, dancing as if he did not have one care in the world. A fat blunt between his lips and hand wrapped around a blonde girl's waist as they grind against each other to the beat of the music.

“How could he do this to me,” you cried as you slammed the taxi door shut and angrily made your way inside the party you knew he would be at.

“Ma’am you can not enter without an ID,” the bouncer said to you right as you were about to walk inside the nightclub.

“Is this fucking necessary” you yelled as you took your ID from your bra and presented the card to him. He said nothing as it regards to your rude outburst, he just shook his head and let you pass him.

As you entered the party, you wasted no time in finding something to throw at your cheating ass boyfriend

…

“Hey yow! Satoru, isn’t that your girlfriend?” Geto asked, hand trembling as he pointed towards you as he watched as you grabbed a bottle from the kitchen counter and briskly made your way toward them. “HEY, FUCK SATORU, ISN’T THAT YOUR GIRL?”

“Who?” Gojo asked.

“Fucking hell, dude. Y/N, how the fuck you don’t know who your girlfriend is,” Geto asked.

Gojo however chuckled as he turned his head slightly to the side to look at his friend who looked frightened to see you here at a party that Gojo told him to keep a secret from you. “So she’s finally seen it huh?” Gojo asked beneath his breath as a wicked smile grew on his lips. “Where is she?”

“Hey, hey, Y/N Fuck,” Geto screamed, ducking his head to avoid the glass bottle that was meant for Gojo, and whoever that girl was who was standing beside of him. Gojo quickly spun around to see you dressed in his white button up shirt, white thigh highs, and black fluffy slippers. The sleeves of his shirt were resting below your shoulders, giving him a perfect view of that thin strapped bralette underneath. Your hair was messily put together and to top it off, tears were streaming from your eyes, smearing that black mascara upon your puffy flustered cheeks.

He smiled, he loved seeing you this way. This looked suited you best when you’re with him.

“Oh my fucking God, Y/n. Don’t aim at me. He’s the one you’re here for, not me,” Geto yelled before looking over at his best friend who was already smirking wickedly at you. “You’re a fucking asshole Gojo.”

“She deserved it,” he mumbled underneath his breath. “I told her to stay the fuck away from that guy, but she didn’t.”

“She didn’t fuck him though,” Geto argued as he turned his head to gaze upon you who was just waiting for Gojo to unwrap his arms from that girl’s waist and explain why he was here at this party, smoking weed, while dancing and kissing on that girl he knew that you didn’t like.

“Yeah, but she would’ve,” Gojo said to Geto.

“You’re a fucking ass hole. You don’t want to be with her one minute then the next minute you do. If she starts talking to a guy, you either lock her up in your fucking room and fuck her as punishment or beat the guy the fuck up. What the fuck do you actually want from her?” Geto asked.

This has been a question that almost everyone asked whenever someone brought up the toxic, unhealthy relationship between you two. It was clear and obvious that you two weren’t compatible at all, but at the same time it just seemed that you two just fit perfectly together in a puzzle.

You hated him and he hated you. But at the same time, you love him and he loves you too. No matter how hard you two fought, malice, cheated just to spite each other, you both always ended up back together the next day, apologising as if nothing had ever happened.

It became tiring at times, to the point where you both just gave up trying, just to break whatever you both had going on, but you and him both knew that you’d forever be stuck in the endless cycle of toxicity and heartbreak with him, until the very end of both your existence.

It was too much, but this is what you’re both used to, after all. He’s your best friend too and you’re his. You’ve been there for each other since the very beginning and will always be there until the very end.

“Huh Satoru, what do you want from her,” Geto asked.

“For her to stop fucking around,” Gojo answered. Geto scoffed while shaking his head, before looking over at you, who was now pulling the buttons of Gojo’s shirt (the one that you had on), revealing the black lingerie you had on underneath. “Oh fuck.”

“YOU DO THIS TO ME AGAIN,” You cried hand resting on your hips. “You said you were coming back. And I’m at home, your house, in your fucking room, in our room waiting for you while you’re out here, smoking, getting drunk and kissing on that fucking bitch.”

“Who are you calling a bitch?” the girl asked.

“Shut up,” Gojo whispered to the girl as his smirk grew wider, “You look hot mama, is that for me? Are you gonna show everyone what’s meant for me? You should’ve sent a picture if you wanted me to come home so badly.”

“Why are you doing this to me?” you cried. “You promised. You fucking PROMISED that we won’t ever have to go through this again.WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS ME,” you screamed as you took off your fluffy slippers and aimed it at him head. He caught it before it could hit him and smiled.

“A promise is a comfort to a fool, I guess you fell for that one too huh baby,” he chuckled as he pulled the girl closer to him and kissed her on her cheek. “I was just about to have some fun, so why don’t you go back home and wait for me like you always do. Hm?” Then he tossed your slipper back to you. “Or you could always watch?”

He watched as a sexy pout formed itself on your lips, your hands shrugging off his shirt from your body and let it pool around your feet. Gasp could be heard from persons who were standing close and those who could see how well that lingerie fit your figure perfectly. You didn’t have the most perfect body shape, as a matter of fact your boyfriend, or whatever he is at this point, once told you that you were built like a 12 year old boy because of how small and petite you were. You had no boobs and your ass was non-existing, well you had a little booty but you were still what most people would call flat.

But despite all of this, you still looked good in anything that you wear, especially lingerie that knew how to highlight your body’s best feature, hence the reason so many eyes were on you right now.

“That’s the game you wanna play, Satoru?” you asked as you kicked his shirt aside while staring him dead in the eye. His jaw clenched tightly, his long finger digging into the girl’s shoulder as he watched as you turned your back to him while shouting, “Then let’s play this fucking game.”

“Don’t make me laugh,” is what he said when you walked towards a random guy, who was a little less handsome than your boyfriend or whatever Gojo is, but he will just have to do. If Gojo wanted to mess around with that bitch then might as well have some fun yourself. You were tired of going back and forth with him, you were sick of him mistreating you then pretending as if everything was all peaches and cream.

You were done with him loving you one minute then hating you the next. You were tired of this endless cycle and as much as you want it to end, you know damn well that after tonight, you’ll wake up the next morning or a couple days from now, (depending on how he reacts to this situation), cuddling and kissing him as if he hasn't done anything.

“Hey handsome,” you said as you used the back of your hand to clean up your runny mascara a bit before smiling. “You have some fun? Sorry for my attire, but I hope you don’t mind it.”

“Not at all,” the guy said, smiling back at you. You grabbed his arm and looped it around your waist keeping him close and pressed up against your body, something you knew that would anger because he didn’t like when people got too close to what he calls “his”. “My name is Bryan Ryu by the way.”

“You already know who I am,” you said and he chuckled while shaking his head. Almost everyone in the school knows who you were. “So how about we dance and have fun Bryan.”

“Hell yeah!” you smiled a bit at his answer to see Gojo glaring, his eyes filled with jealousy and rage. Serves him right, You thought as you and Bryan walked onto the dance floor. “Pissing your boyfriend off, you’re so daring I like that.”

And with that said you chuckled, wiping the rest of your face to get rid of the mess before wrapping your arms around Bryan to dance the night away.

Meanwhile…

The girl, Sabina, the one that he came here to entertain was stuck trying to decide if it was ok for her to confront you for ruining her date with Gojo or if she should just piss you by kissing Gojo.

Gojo on the other hand WAS trying to decide if he really wanted to start a fight and beat the fuck out of that guy who was looking extremely happy about dancing close to you or if he’ll just wait until he see him one a way before beating him up.

The one way confrontation won’t do, not with how you were grinding that little booty of yours on the guy. Didn’t that guy know you were his, of course he had to know. The whole freaking school knows that you ARE Gojo’s girlfriend. I mean that sex tape that was leaked from his laptop was enough evidence to prove that you’ll be his and his only, no matter if he cheats on, tell you that he hates you or even watch as you cry your eyes out, YOU WILL ALWAYS BE HIS.

“Are you really gonna just sit here and watch as she dances on Ryu in partially nothing?” Geto asked as he eyed you up and down, trying his hardest to hold back his whistle (because in all honesty, you're just hot), before looking at his best friend.

“We’re on a date?” Sabina chipped in, “He’s already having fun with me. You don’t need that bit…”

“I dare you to call her a bitch Sabina,” Gojo said, cutting her off mid sentence while glaring at her. “Call my girlfriend a bitch and let’s see what happens.”

Yeah, Gojo hates when you were being called out of your name, especially by people you didn’t even interact with. While the history between you and Sabina was different, she still had no right to call you out of your name.

“Anyways… aren’t you gonna go get your girlfriend?” Geto asked.

Gojo tilted his head to the side and gave Geto that look then replied, “Imma let her do her and see how long it’s gonna take before she pisses me off.”

“Aren’t you pissed off already?” Geto asked.

“That’s the point,” he replied before turning his attention towards you. “I’m already pissed. She coming up in here with no fucking clothes on and dancing on another dude. In here making me look fucking stupid.”

“But Gojo…” she called to him by touching his face.

“What Sabina? Just leave me alone yeah. I’m pretty sure you can find another cock to hop on tonight, mine is currently unavailable.”

“Bu… But,” she stuttered.

“Just go Sabina,” Geto said while waving his hand at her. “You knew what you were walking into right?”

“Fuck you,” she said before grabbing her bag from the bar counter and walked away from them.

“Looks like your boyfriend's date just left?” Bryan whispered as he grabbed hold of your waist and pulled you closer to his body.

You giggled as you wrapped your hands around Bryan’s neck, your eyes moving to the side to look at Gojo who had his hand on his jaw and his fingers tapping against his soda can. His eyes, burning with anger and jealousy study how your body moved in sync with Bryan’s, oh you fucking did it this time.

“Stop looking at him, we’re having fun aren’t we?” You asked and he chuckled while shaking his head yes. “Let’s just dance.” And as if on cue, Lollipop by Lil Wayne started to play. You hummed as you pulled away from Bryan slowly and walked a bit further from him and faced Gojo and you started to move your body to the flow of the music.

“I didn’t know your girlfriend could dance like that,” Geto said while chuckling. “Damn she's really playing the little game you started with Sabina huh, you thought you could win, but look at you now. FUCK!”

He said nothing, he only sat there and watched while you teased him, while you made him look like a complete idiot.

Stupid had to be your middle name.

How dare you? Walking inside this party in nothing but his shirt and lingerie. Took off his shirt and now you’re dancing on Bryan as if you wanted to fuck him. How fucking dare you?

He gritted his teeth, fingers digging into his palms as he watched as you stooped down before Bryan with your legs slowly parting while moving your hips from side to side. Your hands slowly moving along the curves of your body, eyes closed as you let yourself relax and let go in the music. Gojo knew that you knew what the fuck you were doing, turning him on while pissing him off at the same time.

You got a talent for always doing and saying stuff to riling him up, just to get his blood boiling and body lusting for you. He could feel his cock straining against the fabric of his tight jeans, the tip probably with precum at this point because in all honesty, even though you showing off what was rightfully his to everyone inside this party, you did look amazing in that lingerie and all he want to do was to rip that fabric from your body and fuck you silly.

How long are you going to keep pissing me off, he thought as he watched as you slowly stood up and pressed your back against against Bryan’s shoulder, leaned your head against his shoulder and Bryan was dumb enough to rest his hand on your hips as you moved your waist in slow, sensual semi-circular motion while swaying from side to side.

He swore he saw Bryan visibly gulp, when you pressed your little booty into his crotch area, grinding that perfect little ass on his dick while biting your lips too in the process. Bryan licked his lips before looking towards Gojo who was already staring at him, his eyes burning with rage, as if he was daring Bryan and you to piss him off more than how he was already pissed.

Bryan smirked, staring Gojo dead in his eyes as he moved his hand from your waist and slowly began to move up your body and rest it comfortably on your neck. Gojo's eyes twitched, his jaw clenched as he watched on. How long are you going to keep this up Y/N? He thought to himself, his hands itching to just pull you away from Bryan.

You were really pushing it, you’ve done some pretty bold and daring things, but this, this was beyond brave or maybe you were just fucking stupid. You opened your eyes to glance at Gojo who looked like he was about to pop Bryan at any second.

He looked like he was trying his best to hold his composure. But he couldn’t hold any long, not when you bent over into a perfect arch, your ass still pressed up against Bryans crotch as your waist continued to move in the flow of the music.

Yeah, that did it for him. You watched as Gojo tossed his drink to the floor as he got up from his seat. Geto was quick to pull out his phone to record what was about to go down. Gojo pulled his shirt sleeves as he made his way toward you and as he got closer, you quickly pushed Bryan behind you just so that Gojo couldn’t get to him.

Don’t know if I, the author, mentioned this, but Gojo had a habit of putting his hands on anyone who dares to touch you inappropriately, even if you were the one to start it. “We’re leaving, Y/N,” Gojo said to you.

“No.” you answered.

“I said we’re leaving,” he said to you once again as he grabbed onto your arm and pulled you away from Bryan.

As he was about to walk away with you, you yanked your hand away from his and said, “I said no. If you wanna leave then fucking leave. We didn’t come here together now did we. You were about to have fun with another one of your side pieces, now leave me and let me have my fun.”

He groaned, the veins popping against his forehead, “Stop fucking playing with me, Stupid and let’s go.” He gripped your arm again and yanked you towards him. “My patience is stretching thin with you.”

“I don’t care,” you answered and pulled away from him.

Frustrated, Gojo ran his finger through his hair before grabbing you again, this time though Bryan, your little friend made the mistake to grab onto you and pulled you back. “Oh,” Gojo said as he watched as you smirked and held onto Bryan’s hand tightly.

“She said go.”

“You speak for my girlfriend now?” Gojo asked through clenched teeth.

“Girlfriend? What kind of guy leaves his girlfriend at home to come and have fun with another girl?” Bryan asked while smirking at Gojo. “Hm, you left such a pretty little thing at home for what a quick fuck. If she were mine I would never leave such a pretty girl at home.”

“And, so what? How is that your problem?” Gojo asked, fist clenching as he towered over Bryan. The man gulped as he stared up at Gojo, his tongue felt tied and words caught in his throat. How was he gonna answer that? “Got nothing to say?” Gojo asked. Bryan chuckled, only to hide the fact that he felt a bit intimidated by Gojo. “That’s what I fucking thought.”

Gojo pushed Bryan out of his way just so that he could pick you up and toss you over his shoulder. You were about to make a fuss, but is it worth it? Maybe not. You sighed heavily and closed your eyes as he walked you both outside of the party and into the parking lot.

“You just really know to piss me off huh?” Gojo asked as he placed you “gently” on the ground next to his car and pushed you up against it.

“Fuck off Gojo, none of this would never had to happen if you just came,” you screamed at him.

He hissed his teeth and pushed you up against the car door more and yelled, “I wanted to have some fucking fun.”

“With another BITCH GOJO? What the fuck is wrong with you?” you asked him as tears pricked your waterline.

“Me? What the fuck is wrong you Y/N?” he asked as he reached up to grip your jaw and pull your face closer to his. “What is the issue? What? You're mad because I came to a party to hang with Sabina?” You tried to pull your head away from his hand, but the grip he had on your jaw kept your head in place. “You’re fucking ridiculous and stupid you know that?”

“You’re the stupid one in the relationship Gojo?” You said to him. “You had no right to leave me at home by myself. Waiting for you like an idiot while you have fun with that bitch.”

“Yeah and what gave you the right leave the fucking house dressed in this and then to a party to show off what mine?” He said to you, “And on top that you had the Audacity to Dance on that prick in front of me. Embarrassing me and yourself.”

“You kissed that bitch, so I made the playing ground even,” you said to him even though it sounded stupid.

“Even by what? Throwing your ass back on that CUNT! If I didn’t come for you what you gonna do then hm? What were you gonna do? FUCK HIM?” he asked.

You swallowed and let the tears rolled your cheeks as you answered, “Yeah I would fuck him and would have probably done a better job than you anyway.”

“What?”

“You heard me. He would probably treat me and fuck me way better than you di…” Gojo shut you with a harsh kiss to your lips. His big hand around your throat, lips moulding perfectly with yours. His soft lips hungrily dominating your lips, his kiss so wet and hot you felt as if he was about to suck every single breath from your body.

“He can fuck you better than I can huh?” he asked as he continued to devour your lips. “Get in the fucking car.”

And with that said he pulled away from your lips, pulled you from the car and opened the passenger door for you to get inside before getting inside himself. Oh you know what is about to happen when you get home. He didn’t wait until you were inside the house when he pulled up to strip you from your lingerie.

The next thing you know, you were on the bed, with your legs around his neck, while he ate your pussy out.

Oh here it comes.

The repetitive cycle is in full swing.

…

You screamed.

Your heart hammering heavily against your chest as you tried to regulate your breathing, but the way Gojo hips were smacking into your ass repeatedly prevented you from doing so.

“I bet Bryan couldn’t fuck you like this huh?” he asked as he yanked you up by your arms, pressed his chest into your arched back, while wrapping his other hand around your neck to hold you tight against his body as he thrust in and out of your wet, dripping, weeping pussy.

“I bet… he could do… better,” you replied, stuttering and out of breath. Gojo groaned and squeezed your neck tight as his hips bucked into you with one harsh, hard and deep thrust. “Fuck ugh..” you cried. Your pussy was trembling, thigh quaking, your nails digging into his skin with each harsh impact.

You can feel his heavy balls smacking against your drenched folds, the warmth of his girth stretching your aching cunt around him like you always do, your whole body was trembling in his hold. “You just know how to piss me the fuck off,” he breathed into your ear. He drew out to penetrate even deeper inside than you had ever experienced during your sex with him. His hips were unrelenting; despite your pleas, he was still moving his hip in deep strokes that made your thighs tremble and your knees weak.

Your wet pussy's wet noises had him groaning and moaning in your ear. He slid his hand from your neck to grasp your breast and pinched your nipple, which had you wailing his name over and over again as he continued to thrust deeply, loving how your pussy enticed him and hugged his cock like a glove. Your arousal flooded your pussy, slick sliding between your thighs and down his shaft.

“Fuck…”

“You're always testing my patience with your bullshit,” he mumbled lowly in your ear before biting gently at the lobe.

“Fuck you,” you moaned, your wrist tensed as you leaned back and thrust your hips to meet his already pistoning hips.

He cursed, his hand moving from your breast to wrap around your neck, “Oh, but you’re fucking me arent you?” he asked, biting your ear once more as he picked up a bit more speed, you cried out and squeezed your eyes shut as his pelvis repeatedly slammed against your ass.

“Ha… Hate you,” you moaned out.

“Ha… funny. You hate me but here you are fucking yourself on my cock like a bitch in heat.” He cursed and gave you a hard thrust that had you gasping and chanting his name repeatedly. The searing smack of his hips against your grew louder with every thrust, you could almost feel the bed trembling beneath you.

It became difficult for you to breathe because of how lovely it felt to have your boyfriend mercilessly assaulting your pussy, to use you as he owned handmade flesh light and his as his cock stroked against the spongy good area within you, your body felt hotter and your eyes couldn't help but slowly roll to the back of your head.

“You fucking love me,” he said to you. Every pang of anguish was gradually replaced by mind-numbing, overpowering pleasure. He yanked his hand away from your hips for a split second before fiercely whacking the left side of your ass cheek, leading you to fling yourself back against him at the same rate he was.

“No… I hate you,” you said to him as your waterline pricked with tears, some were even running down your cheek already.

“Yeah keep telling yourself that,” he groaned and bit into your shoulder. There was a sudden heat rising in your tummy and you moaned out.

“Fuck imma cum.” He groaned into your shoulder, his fingers moving from your ass cheek and dipped it between your thighs to play with your throbbing clit. Your thighs shivered from the new added stimulation on your pussy.

“Stupid,” he moaned, smirking when your body began to shake against him. The heat in your tummy grew even hotter, your thigh felt numb, you were so close almost there. “Cum for me Stupid,” and that’s all you needed to hear before your pussy clenched and your walls quivered as you cum around his shaft.

“Fuck… Fuck…” you cried as your body trembled from your intense orgasm. Gojo groaned in your ear, his finger pinching your clit as he continued to thrust inside your now overstimulated pussy, he wasn’t going to stop until he drained every bit of cum from your pussy.

“Oh fuck yeah. I bet Bryan’s dreaming about this pussy now huh. Fuck I should just snap him a picture of your pussy creaming around my cock,” Gojo said as he continued his assault on you.

You on the other hand was tired, your body was drained from all the energy you used earlier to scream and shout at him for being a terrible boyfriend. You tried to pull away from his hip, but Gojo had other plans from your pussy. He shoved you against the mattress, “Where the fuck do you think you’re going, I’m not done yet.”

You gasped, feeling his fingers digging into the flesh of your ass to spread out your ass cheeks to get a better view of his cock slipping out of your pussy. “Can’t take no more,” you cried.

“Oh but you can,” he said before snapping his hips forwards to thrust his cock deep into your hole.

“Fuck,” you screamed. But he groaned in satisfaction when he felt your walls pulsing around his cock. He knew he was hurting you but he didn’t care he was to fucking gone to even care about the tears that were still rolling down your cheeks.

You yelped, face pressed into the sheets, as he drew his hips back and plunged into you again. “Mhmm ugh,” your moaned muffled into the sheets. He was so fucking deep you swore you could feel him poking out of your belly. He was thrusting fast and hard enough for you to feel the languid strokes that had your back coming out of that perfect arch he placed you in when he shoved you into the mattress.

You want to pulled away from him, and you were but then he smacked his heavy hand against you ass, and grunted, “Press that fucking chest back into the sheets and don’t fucking move. I bet if it were Bryan you would have laid here and took his cock like a fucking champ.” He once again grabbed both your hands with one hand and carried them behind your back. Then he pushed you back down and again made your back arch yet again as he watched as your pussy welcomed him inside your soaking wet, overstimulated pussy. You were fucking dripping all over his cock.

“No Satoru… fuck this hurts,” you cried out. “Can’t take it,” you muffled against the bed. You wished to move but were unable to do so. The grasp he had on your hands kept you in place as he accelerated his speed. You couldn't do anything but accept what he was offering.

“Fucking whore,” he answered, chuckling while his pelvis repeatedly slammed into your ass. You could feel the curve of his cock kissing the wall of your pussy with each thrust. “You can take my cock. Remember you took it up your ass a few times yeah, so what the problem now?”

You felt shame, why did he have to bring that up now. “Asshole! It… Ahh It hurts,” you cried yet again.

“Oh okay,” he said as he gave you another hard thrust which made you gasp.He was fucking you so quickly and so hard that the searing smack of skin on flesh became so loud that your neighbors could definitely hear. You were out of breath, you needed to breathe, but you knew the only way he'd slow down was by cumming. You had no choice but to cum again.

And, as much as it pains you, you fucking liked it. Anyway, when he reached the end of you, every fucking sting of was being numbed by mind-numbing bliss. “C’mon slut, you gonna cum?” he asked as he smacked you with his hand yet again.

"Yes," you sobbed as he continued to pound that area within you. Your body was becoming hot, and every time he hit that area inside you, he knocked even more fucking air out of your gasping body. Your eyes were welling up with tears. This is your punishment for making him jealous. You were so close, so close, and you wanted him to play with clit to give you that additional stimulation you needed, but you knew who Gojo was and you knew he would deny you that amazing extra pleasure you needed.

“Come on now,” he groaned. “I can feel your pussy clenching and sucking around me. Want me to play with that little clit for you? he teased and you shook your head yes. “Maybe later. Now fucking cum for me.”

He whacked your ass again, and your body twitched. Your thighs clenched, and your body began to shake. You were almost there, cumming all over his cock with one final brutal thrust. Your mouth made a ragged sound as you moaned out for him. You tried to squirm away from him, but he just grasped your hands harder and fucked you until you were done cumming around his cock again.

“Stop now, please,” you cried, but oh Gojo wasn’t done yet. He still had more he wanted to do to you before the night was over.

“Turn around and come suck your fucking juices off my cock.”

Oh what a fucking night this is going to be…

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lonelyfanboy48 · 2 months ago

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Gravity Falls Holidays, Festivities And Elude Traditions Chapter 2 Unity To Liberty Synergy

Wendy and Pacifica ran away from their families, but they still heard their names being called out. Wendy knew where to go, knowing that his father and brothers only went there only in the Summer and no other season. “Wendy, where are we going?” Pacifica panted, trying to catch her breath from all the running.

“Where I used to work part time last summer.”

They arrive at the Mystery Shack that was decorated with Christmas lights and trees for the first time. Wendy made her way to the front door, unlocked it with her spare key, headed inside with Pacifica, closing and locking the door behind them. They both made their way to the living room that’s in the back of the building. They both stop, breathing heavily, as Wendy takes out her water bottle from her backpack, having a drink after running nonstop.

“Ahhh.” She sighed from drinking the water. “We’re safe here with no windows.”

Pacifica sat on the sofa that’s in front of the tv, panting from running, while feeling the warmth inside the living room. “And we can’t hear anyone outside.” She panted. “I thought I would never pull it off.”

“So do I.” Wendy took off her jacket. “December is the worst month for me.”

“I didn’t even know you had a miserable Christmas season.”

Wendy placed her hand on her hip. “I never had a Christmas.”

Pacifica remains still after hearing Wendy loud and clear. “Since you were born?”

“That’s what I wanna know, but my dad never told me about my early childhood.” Wendy made her way by the table, hanging her jacket on the chair while sitting down. “How did you end up running away from your parents?”

“I wanted to go to the Christmas Festival, but they forbid me due to our wealth getting lower.”

“Oh that’s right, your parents sold the mansion. Though I still found it hard to believe you’ve lost the wealth you used to have after four months.”

Pacifica wished it was as unbelievable as it seemed, but like anyone she met, they never knew about her family life. “My parents aren’t wealthy because they’ve been finding ways of becoming rich again. It’s a long story but to cut it short, reclaiming their riches is something that’s not going to happen.”

“If I knew what it’s like being rich, I wouldn’t be a lumberjack.” Wendy looked straight down at the table. “But at times, I wish I wasn’t one.”

“Don’t you enjoy being one?”

“Yes, but for how my family handles it, I can’t cope with what I have left. Especially with Dipper and Mabel gone and my friends celebrating Christmas with their families. They’re not gonna be at the Christmas Festival.”

Pacifica didn’t think there was another person who’s had almost the same problems as her. Her friends told her they’re celebrating Christmas with their families from their places. They once went to the Christmas Festival last year but they never told her since she never cared about it. The campaign also pulled her away with it all taking place in her former mansion.

“What do you do with your family?” “Apocalypse training…again…even after Bill was stopped.” Wendy sighed. “He told me last month there’s always another apocalypse and he isn’t risking being unprepared.”

“Oh…” Pacifica remembered how Wendy went all out when Weirdmageddon happened. “I always remembered you protected me and others from Bill.”

“It was all worth it, but my family just doesn’t know how to lay back once in a while…or even end the training all together.”

“I can tell my parents wouldn’t be lumberjacks if they saw what lumberjacks do in their time.”

“If they went through what I went through, they wouldn’t touch an ax again.”

They then heard the door next door open, catching their attention. They hoped it wasn’t their families catching them red handed but luckily, it was the new manager of the Mystery Shack and his girlfriend. “Wendy?” Soos took notice.

“Hey Soos.” Wendy spoked, while being relieved.

“Why are you here?” Melody wondered while noticing Pacifica. “And why is she here?”

“We’re trying to escape…from our families.” Wendy confessed. “I’m still doing the tradition of apocalypse training.”

“And my parents refuse to do any Christmas traditions since we’re dealing with financial problems.” Pacifica added.

“I thought you would be running that campaign from last year again.” Soos replied.

“We’re losing money each day, you probably wouldn’t believe it.” Pacifica got off her chair, still wishing there’s a reason they’re losing money so fast. “We had to hide here so we could get to the Christmas Festival in Gravity Falls. It’ll be our first time there.”

“Huh, talk about Holly Jolly newbies.” Melody commented.

“That is, if we can get there without our families getting in the way.” Wendy got up from her chair. “I manage to save enough money to do the festival activities I’ve been hearing about.”

“Yeah, the Christmas Festival’s getting better and better.” Soos replied. “With my time there since I was really young, it’s a history of a snowball getting bigger and bigger.”

“Soos, you’re only making me more upset with your time there.” Wendy retorted.

“This is also my first time there, he isn’t trying to hurt anyone, he just wants me to be in the Christmas spirit.” Melody getting in front of Wendy.

“I’m sorry, it’s hard to not think about Christmas when I never had one.”

“Or having a proper one without rich parents get in the way.” Pacifica getting the attention from everyone.

“You used to be rich, how come you never had those rich Christmas ceremonies?” Soos asked.

“It’s not those types of ceremonies rich people do during Christmas.”

“Then again, we never went to your mansion, wild parties never happen in mansions, especially housewarming parties.” Wendy said.

“I would feel bad for people like you who never get invited to anything in the mansion, but it’s for the best.” Pacifica looked at Wendy.

“For the best?”

“I showed Dipper portraits of my ancestors of almost every bad deed they caused.” She sighed.

“You didn’t know all of them?”

“No, and I don’t think I will without having that hidden room. There’s probably more I missed.”

“Wow.” Wendy placed her hand on her hip. “If I knew what they did during Christmas, they would make Christmas the worst holiday for everyone involved.”

“Their campaign is what I haven’t learned more about.”

“What was the campaign your parents ran?” Melody asked. “Was it a contest of giving expensive gifts away? Christmas Carols?”

Pacifica made sure to be as honest as possible however with little information, she can only describe it with one word. “Charity. A Christmas charity.”

Wendy, Soos and Melody looked at each other, perplexed by the answer they received. “That doesn’t sound like anything your parents would do.”

“We went everywhere to make the charity work and our Christmas traditions include…everything you can think of.”

“Ohh, you must have been doing Christmas errands twenty four seven doing every activity in the book.” Soos commented.

“It was like everything I got to do on Christmas, more than anyone here at Gravity Falls…” She then looked away while placing her hand on her arm. “Expect opening gifts on Christmas morning.”

“Yikes, that’s really sad.” Melody replied.

“What’s the charity for?” Wendy wondered.

“Religious Organization. For every Christmas season with my parents being devout christians, they send all the money to religious people. Especially when they force me to sing…any religious Christmas song to perform in church…I only sing in December and nothing more.”

Wendy never went to church, just like how she never went to anything Christmas related. If she believes that Pacifica’s a christian just like her parents, her traditions were a lot more personal compared to her in a different way.

“My dad, nor my brothers were never going to be christians, including my mom, but if your mom and dad really do care about religion, I’m sure there’s nothing wrong with that.”

“Even if I can’t go to church to do charity, at least I don’t have to practice singing. It was my least favorite thing to do.”

“You’re much better at singing karaoke songs anyway.” Soos smiled. “You should’ve done solo concerts for charity.”

“Religious people needed the money more than anyone, at least that’s what my dad told me.”

“Pacifica.” Wendy leaned down. “My family needed the tradition of apocalypse training more than anything else. But it always comes to a point where you need to stop to do something new. You want to go to the Christmas Festival and I want to go.”

“I know, I just didn’t expect you to have the same idea.”

“So do I.” She then placed her hand on her shoulder. “But the good thing is, we don’t have to be alone to celebrate our first Christmas at the festival.”

“Yeah, it’ll be great for the both of you.” Soos said.

“How much money do you have, Pacifica?” Melody asked.

“You always bring money from what I heard.” Wendy added.

Pacifica reached into her pocket, taking out her wallet with the cash inside. She opened it up by counting the money with tons of a hundred dollar bills. “Three thousand dollars.”

“Oh my gosh…” Wendy stunted in disbelief. “I only brought almost two hundred dollars, but you can do everything there.”

“I always bring my wallet wherever I go.” Pacifica lid her eyes.

“We may have a plan to use our money, but you two don’t need a plan.” Soos said, eyeing Pacifica's cash.

“I barely needed plans for money, I’m thankful today isn’t the time.” Wendy got back up. “As long as we avoid our families, we'll enjoy everything at the festival.”

“I just need a jacket since I didn’t bring one.” Pacifica putting her wallet away.

“There’s a spare hat and jacket on the attic floor.” Soos offered.

“I’ll go get them.” Melody made her way upstairs.

“We’re only here to get my mom’s Christmas present but we can drive you down to the festival.”

“I’m not against taking rides on or in anything that’s not a limo, let’s make a head start.” Pacifica said. “It’s just our parents we need to worry about.”

“I’ll be on the lookout.” Wendy replied. “When they appear, I’ll find a place for us to hide. It’s the least I can do.”

“As long as we have enough time for the activities, fine by me.”

As Melody went back down while giving Pacifica the spare hat and jacket, Soos got his gift to his mom as they headed out, hopped into his car while driving to the festival. Pacifica and Wendy will have obstacles, but it’s not stopping them from skipping the Christmas festival. It’s now or never with freedom and holiday cheer.

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chihoshisai · 9 months ago

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Days of Dash ch1

Goth Family (Zoro, Perona, Mihawk)

cw : modern au, Shanks and Mihawk are parents, sibling teasing, fluff and good vibes, also on ao3 // wc : 1,860K

Lost Entrance

The Dracule household was far from having ordinary family members.

The father, globally famous as he possessed the title of greatest swordsman, was surprisingly aloof and socially clumsy. His son, who didn’t fall far from the tree despite his adoption, was as equally inept with others as he kept a nasty frown upon his features. However the most surprising fact about this accidental troublemaker was how he ran away from the orphanage that housed him on a whim, a wooden sword attached to his back, in order to sneak into a sword fight competition, seeking a confrontation with a worthy adversary.

And with that, shamelessly challenged the world’s greatest swordsman to a fight only to fail miserably. While he grunted, lamenting upon his loss, he quickly jumped on the offer to train under his opponent turned mentor and father — vowing to surpass him. The daughter, two years older than the son, likewise adopted, fell a bit too far from the tree — she was loud, noisy even, selfish but caring, easily irritable and unbelievably nosy as she went on and on about wanting to become a fashion designer while possessing infinite love for teddy bears. There was no doubt that she was spoiled by her father, resulting in her constant princess treatment and demeanor. Lastly, the second father, married to the greatest swordsman but who consistently failed to be present as he backpacked the world — therefore being a complete mystery to the kids who had failed to meet him once if not in photos, consequently naming him Red Hair.

Despite their different backgrounds and personalities, the family members blended and complemented each other harmoniously, if you could look past the havoc, oddities and commotion that seemed to follow them wherever they went, as though they all had been jinxed by an evil third party.

Now, as the crack of dawn broke free from the shackles of night, casting a faint orange meet yellow light through the family’s glistering manor windows, the members busied themselves with their morning routine.

“Where are my hair bows?!” The ringing voice of Perona boomed through every floor, as she frantically emptied her ribbon collection. With each frantic movement, she felt her agitation increase, leading her footstep down to the doorframe of her brother’s bedroom. “Did you take them?” She asked, squinting her eyes at the mess that laid in the training swordsman’s room in search of her prized item.

“Why would I need such a thing!” Zoro asked, somewhat baffled at her question when his hair was akin to moss. He gave her a bored look, egging her to leave him alone as he still sorted through his school supplies, making sure nothing was amiss.

The steady steps of Mihawk filled the air, as he glanced towards the potential ticking bomb that stood a few feets from him. And with grace, he went to stand behind his daughter, placing a firm hand atop her pink hair. “You left them in the bathroom,” he stated, presenting the black ribbons before the eyes of his princess who in turn beamed and gleefully grabbed the items.

“Thank you,” she mused and poked her tongue at her sibling rather than admitting fault and apologizing, prior to disappearing in her room.

Zoro scowled as he watched her go, before the cold voice of his father claimed his attention.

“Are you alright?” Mihawk asked, standing in the doorframe still, eyes going from his unfinished backpack to the features of his son that hinted towards nervousness.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he answered, averting his eyes to one of the stray socks that laid on his floor, seemingly lonely from its missing partner.

Believing his words, Mihawk nodded. “Right, then let me know if you need anything,” he said before disappearing in the hallway.

But the truth was that Zoro was not okay. Indeed, with each item that he placed last minute into the high brand bag, he felt his apprehension towards his first day of highschool reaching new heights. A new school, new faces — except for the obnoxious one of his sister — and most importantly new challenges. Though what truly bothered him was the fact that he would be attending a private school.

A private school.

Without a doubt, he along with his behavior would stick out like a sore thumb amidst what probably consisted of students who have been spoonfed with gold since birth like his frivolous sibling did. Therefore, he resigned to his fate of a friendless three academic years, focusing solely on his training. The only light to be found in this situation was the reputation that preceded the kendo club — in which his father proudly took part during his school days. Curiosity had gotten the better of him, leading to his approval upon joining the academy, as he wished to see the humble beginnings of his mentor.

The cloud of thoughts that seized his mind quickly got interrupted by the strident voice of the pink princess, who urged him to come downstairs. With a hasty hand, Zoro quickly zipped his bag, before placing it on his shoulder and dragging his feet through the location of his summon, a yawn gracing his features.

“Took you long enough, slowpoke,” Perona scolded at the lazy form that had just entered the yard.

Zoro paid her no mind, as he instead eyed the camera that resided in his father’s hands. “Are pictures really necessary?” he asked, visibly bothered by the idea of having to pose and most likely redo multiple takes per his sister’s request.

“You two insisted for me not to come to the entrance ceremony, this is the compromise we agreed on,” Mihawk reminded, directing them both to stand next to one of the maple trees that adorned their yard.

“We’re in highschool now, it would be too embarrassing if you accompanied us to school. Especially for me, it’s my last year!” Perona complained, as she fixed her pigtails for the picture.

Zoro didn’t see the point in this, as he went through what seemed like an endless photoshoot session, questioning whether other families went through such length to capture memories or if it was simply a thing his father had. Almost as though he was afraid that one of his children would spend more time away from home like his lover did.

The lowering camera served as a signal to their freedom. “Alright, you kids can go. I don’t want you to be late on your first day,” Mihawk’s flat tone began, “be safe out there, and have a great day,” he finished with an attempted smile.

“Let’s go, slowpoke,” Perona teasingly said, nudging him on the arm as she led the way to the street and into what would soon be a disastrously amiable haven for Zoro.

As both siblings walked alongside each other, the ramble that spilled from Perona’s lips like a baby bird’s chirp filled Zoro’s mind, making him self conscious about the whole ordeal.

“Remember, you only have one chance to make friends. If you miss it, it’s game over,” she casually explained, glancing towards the subtle perturbed look of her brother. “In case you fail, I won’t let you join my friend group, but if someone bullies you, come to me and I’ll deal with it,” she smugly said in an attempt to reassure him, only to receive a grunt from her distracted brother.

Friends sounded like a pain in the ass. From the company he had occasionally seen his sister and father surround themselves with, Zoro vowed once more to stay faithful to loneliness, looking forward to graduation.

The journey to school had proven itself far too short, as hordes of students spawned next to the siblings and the golden front gate of the academy came into view.

“Good luck shrimp,” Perona grinned at the sight of surprise that creeped upon her brother’s features. She had no intention whatsoever to guide or help him along his journey unless solicited. After all, she experienced it all firsthand on her own, and had been kind enough to give him pointers out of consideration so that he wouldn’t stand out too much.

The heartbeat in Zoro’s chest, who usually leisurely beated took on a quicker pace. Having lost sight of his sister amidst the crowd of students, Zoro stood still as the reality of the challenge took a moment to sink in. It was an impressive school really, and as he glanced towards the scholars, it was apparent that they too seemed just as impressive, if not peculiar.

Where was he supposed to head to again?

Cold sweat ran down his back, as he remained frozen. Until the spoken word gymnasium carried by the wind from the buzzing crowd reached his ears, and with a laidback pace, Zoro took his first step towards this new chapter.

He found himself in a deserted area of the school ground.

Without his sister, father, or even someone to lead him, Zoro was a lost cause when it came to getting from point A to B. With the spring breeze that gently brushed against his cheeks, he spun his head, in the hope of locating a fellow student or staff member. Perona had told him that first impressions were important, and arriving late to the entrance ceremony certainly was the same as messing that up.

“Hey,” a cheery voice carried itself to Zoro’s ears, as he perked up his head whilst relief washed over him — finally, help had appeared. That was until he saw the individual in question wave at him from a tree.

Who in their right mind would climb a tree on their first day of school, and what’s more on campus? Zoro quickly opted to ignore the odd student, who enthusiastically kept waving in his direction, and went on to lead his feet in the opposite direction to god knows where.

“Wait! I’m a first year, what class are you in?” The excited voice resonated behind Zoro, halting his step.

At the realization that he faced a student from the same year as his, Zoro turned around with his lips shadowing a grin. “I’m in class 1, and also a first year,” he stated, crossing his arms to ease the beating of his heart that had yet to settle.

The student gave a hearty laugh, as his hands went to rest on his hips, “we’re the same!”

Zoro nodded, his opinion of the person standing in front of him slightly getting better upon a better look at the friendly aura that poured from every corner of his body. Furthermore, as he confidently stood in front of Zoro, he looked normal. Like a neighboring kid who would ask you out to play every weekend and give Zoro a sense of hope that he wouldn’t feel so out of place after all. Yet he still had his apprehension after seeing his apparent carefree nature atop that tree.

“I’m Luffy. Join my friend group!” He smiled, extending a welcoming hand towards Zoro and breaking him free from his thoughts.

As the earlier words of Perona flowed in his mind like a warning, Zoro flashed a smirk in return and accepted the handshake.

Ch 2

#one piece #one piece fanfic #one piece fanfiction #one piece perona #modern one piece #modern au #zoro fanfic #roronoa zoro fanfiction #perona fanfiction #mihawk fanfiction #goth family #one piece mihawk #one piece au #one piece imagine #op fanfic

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civilight-eterna · 1 year ago

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Hope you've had a good weekend!! I love your works!!

It's my life's mission to spread the good word of Muelheyak and the possibilities of their enemies to enemies (sexual) dynamic. Would you be willing to cook up some messy elf getting dicked down with extra constrictor tail coiling?

thank you so much for saying so!! and thanks for this delicious request. okay FAIR WARNING it gets a little fucked-up and cruel but god DAMN is Ho'olheyak a blast to write.

cw: choking, asphyxiation, noncon/dubcon, bodily abuse (internal, external), tailsex

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"Asphyxiation is a dreadful way to go."

Ho'olheyak is talking about it the way someone notices the turn of the weather outside: as though she's seated in a quaint little cafe and a gray rain has begun to pitter-patter against the warm glow of the window.

In no way does her tone belie the reality of what she's doing.

Muelsyse is completely bound in her tail, draped backwards over her ample lap. Her head is suspended upside-down, hair trailing and puddling against the floor, the end of Ho'olheyak's tail invading her mouth and worming against the back of her throat as the rest of it wraps around, leaves her more and more light-headed with each sinuous flex around her neck, her chest, her waist.

"But my, your body can take quite a bit, can't it? My lovely little elf."

Muelsyse groans from around her tail, struggling to keep her mouth open, hands helplessly pinned behind her back and against her captor's lap.

"...There you go. You already know what'll happen if you try to bite again. Good girl. Just like that. Open your throat for me."

Ho'olheyak's nails dance across the midline of her body, dipping between the gaps left exposed by her constrictive tail, admiring their way down between her legs. Muelsyse gags, hard and dry, around her tail, but her chest has nowhere to go from beneath it. She's just losing air.

She whimpers, tries to put herself into enough of a state of mind to push past the revulsion, to just focus on the abstract pleasure of being suffocated. If she tries to think of anything else, she's lost. She just has to live. She doesn't know what's in her captor's head-though as her fingers stroke deep between her legs she finds her prior suspicions confirmed-but the luxury to think beyond behaving in a way that pleases Ho'olheyak is long since passed.

She has to satisfy her. Her tongue laves obediently, and her legs squirm slightly apart to demonstrate her compliance.

Her reward is a wicked, sin-sweet laugh as one, two, three fingers plunge inside, too easily to hide what effect she's having on her body.

"...My, I didn't expect you for the type." She articulates her comments with deepening pumps of her fingers. "And just look at your pretty little neck now-" She coos, knowing full well Muelsyse can't see, even as part of her tail loosens from around it as the tip continues to swab it deeper, "-Your throat pushes forward whenever I push a little, like this-"

Tears spring to her eyes as Ho'olheyak demonstrates her complete dominion of her.

"-Like a cute little frog. Ribbit, ribbit. Hehe."

It hurts. It's absolute insanity. It's humiliating. It's-

-over.

All at once, Ho'olheyak slides her tail slowly out of Muelsyse's mouth, letting every inch of it drag from between her lips, letting all the saliva ooze down off of it and out of her mouth while she's still upside-down. It drips down her cheeks, threatens to spill into her nose, but the relief at being able to breathe again supercedes all else. All she can think to do as her tail uncoils from around her is to breathe, breathe, breathe. She's coughing and gasping miserably, her eyes dim and half-mast for want of air, light-headed from being inverted so long.

She's completely distracted with the prospect of simply living that it's already too late when she notices the wet tip of her tail teasing her clit, easing between her soaked lower lips.

"Uuuaaah-" Muelsyse wails as it plunges, wiggles inside, thrusting back and forth with unbelievable dexterity, rolling waves of pleasure along inside of her in a calculated rhythm. Ho'olheyak's hand presses against her stomach drags down low, petting her, and she can feel the shape of her tail bulging up against her fingertips through her body.

"So messy. Listen to that sound." Ho'olheyak teases her, letting each wet slap of every pump echo loudly. "You know...? I can give you something a little extra special. You've been so good for me."

Her tail starts fluttering around, as though looking for something. Muelsyse is already overstimulated, but the moment that the tip of her tail finds what it's looking for, she feels a sharp pain deep, deep inside, and can't help but cry out indistinctly.

"-Right here." Ho'olheyak spreads her free hand over Muelsyse's chest, caressing her pounding heart through her clothing the way a predator prefaces a mortal wound. "Your heart's beating so fast. Because down here-" The hand on her stomach drifts downward again, anchoring her-

"-I'm going to lay my claim to this tight little womb of yours."

The sharp pain from before stretches, intensifies, and Muelsyse sees white as the tail tip breaches the tiny space, flutters itself inside.

It's heaven. It's agony.

And it goes on, and on, and on-Ho'olheyak's tail continues to roll through her cunt, forward and back, even as the tip stays carefully lodged in that space, makes sure everything hurts.

She knows it's what she wants. She knows she won't stop until she's satisfied.

So she opens her mouth and sobs, without trying to hold it back. She doesn't ignore what's happening-rather, it's become a discipline of the lack thereof. She lets the pleasure crest high inside her like a wave-

-and comes, crashing down.

#arknights #ho'olheyak #muelsyse #foetp: your elven blood's stretched the expiration date on your good looks #requests #my writing #blows kisses to the requester #;)#cw: noncon #cw: dubcon #cw: asphyxiation #muelheyak #nsft

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curlytheintrovert · 2 years ago

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My Favorite Papa Joel Moments (Pt.8): The Finale!

🦠 It’s the sweetest, most tragic thing that while Ellie is so closed off, Joel is so open. He’s trying so unbelievably hard to get her out of her PTSD head space…and it’s kills me how little it helps. Joel has finally accepted his role as her dad, he’s raw and heartfelt, his voice and mannerisms are even softer, but Ellie is just gone. (And Joel openly talking about Sarah?! It’s such a testament to how he’s opened himself for Ellie) It’s not until the giraffe scene that we see Ellie come out from the darkness, which shows how heart shattering it is that Joel’s sweet attempts has been so ineffective. And even when Joel’s happily looks at her laughing, he pauses and looks heartbroken, like he knows. It’s clearly what compels him to try and convince her they don’t have to go through with the plan for a cure. He doesn’t want her to break anymore than she already has, showing how he has always prioritized Ellie’s emotional well-being.

🦠 For how emotional and devastating this series has been, Joel’s confession was the one moment that really made me tear up. Joel admitting to trying to commit suicide explains EVERYTHING about his character. It gave a full, complete picture of him in a way that’s breath taking. Sarah, and in turn fatherhood, truly was his purpose—when he lost both of them something fractured. And it fractured so hard he wanted to die. He loves hard and it explains so fucking beautifully why he tried so hard to push Ellie away at first. It explains why he’s capable of ruthless murder. It explains why he’s so closed off. And it explains why loving and protecting Ellie felt like his downfall. Joel already lived through his downfall once, and he lived in the miserable aftermath for years and years. But when he says “It wasn’t time that did it” and his eyes just shine with love, it reinforced to me why a suicide attempt makes so much sense on his part: He’s hopelessly devoted to and in love with his children.

🦠 Joel’s binge killing through the hospital…there are no words. When I rewatched it a second time it brought me to tears. In my previous pt. 7 post I addressed how bone chilling Pedro’s performance at Lakeside is when he’s silent and flat eyed. And that exact same look occupies his face throughout the entire scene. It’s terrifying. I don’t even know if I see this man blink. The way it’s shot is cinematically perfect: the tragic music, how you don’t fully see rebels faces and sound is muffled. We are in Joel’s head space, we live in it more than we ever have. But the music really makes you understand how horrific it is…your heart breaks for the rebels but also for Joel too. He loves his daughter so much that he doesn’t see people, he doesn’t feel anything, it’s just Ellie. That’s all there is for him. Honestly my favorite shot of the entire show is the bullet casings falling around his eerily steady, calm footsteps. Like his humanity is crumbling one bullet, one life, at a time…Yet the best parallel is the distinct way Joel carries Ellie, and by extension Saran, bridal style through a similarly horrific situation, but this time he redeemed himself no matter the cost.😭 He saved his girl!

🦠 Now for the ethical question everyone will be discussing: Did Joel do the right thing? My favorite thing in the tlou podcast is when Neil talked about the test players for the game and their thoughts on the ending. It was a 50/50 chance for those without kids and 100% of those with kids agreed with Joel’s choice. I personally am a parent and am completely in agreement! As a parent there’s nothing you wouldn’t do for your child and it’s painted so beautifully in this episode. Joel killing and lying to keep her alive would have seemed like nothing compared to losing her, and I uncomfortably have to agree. No parent should be excepted to just accept their child’s death (and especially if you knew you had the capability to stop it!) I’m so sad but so interested to see where our favorite tragic father-daughter duo will go from here…season 2 is gonna be a doozy!

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msj21 · 9 months ago

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You’re mine kitty

I never felt so empty and sorrow just by looking at the grey raining sky. The negative thoughts cross my mind knowing that I’m left alone in this miserable world. At age 10 I lost both of my parents in a terrible car crash, luckily I was the only one to survive that day. Today December 25,2024 will be 10 years since I lost my parents, Christmas never felt the same ever since. Knowing that every year that horrible memory plays on repeat making everything seem like hell. I looked at the time knowing I’ll be late to the special event my job is hosting, do I wish to go? Absolutely not but in reality I have no choice. For today event I decided to wear a black long sleeve dress, black heels, fake diamond necklace and a natural makeup look.

I felt so different, I didn’t feel like myself I felt like someone else looking at myself in the mirror. I just wanted the day to be over with. I just had to stay strong for tonight event and pray for strength, I looked at myself for the last time and headed out. The event was being hosted at my boss house in which case is not a house but a big mansion, I was mined blown and speechless. On my way over here I was thinking to myself, I have never met my boss or even spoken to him this will be the first time if I even get to meet him. People say he’s mean others say he’s handsome, others just don’t know. Maybe today is the day when I finally meet my boss. As I enter the mansion I was even more speechless of the beauty of the decoration and art of the mansion it was just unbelievable how money can turn into beauty.

Looking around I noticed every women wearing the colors of Christmas and of course men wearing suits but I was the only women not wearing the colors of Christmas but I really didn’t cared, I just wanted the night to be over and go home and watch old videos clips of my parents. Just thinking about my parents made my eyes watery. Not noticing I was being watched in the distance by an unknown person “There you are, I been calling you like crazy what took you so long”, said Eve with a mad face. “Sorry I took so long I was just taking my time”, I said with a smile. Eve is my childhood friend she’s like a sister to me, she has always been there with me on the good and bad. Eve looked at me with a worried face knowing that today will be 10 years since my parents passed away.

“Hey are you okay… I know today is hard for you”, she said with a soft voice and worried. I just nodded that I’m fine, to be honest I didn’t want to think about it. “Actually, Eve I don’t want to talk about it or even remember it can we please let it go”, I said with a sad voice.

“Of course anything for you”, Eve said with a calm voice knowing that it was for the best and not think about it. The strength it took to get back to reality, for a moment I space out not knowing what was going around me.

“Miss are you okay”?.

#story writing #story #romance #romance story #writing #female writers

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rosemariad · 11 months ago

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Supernatural season 13

I've heard of the widower arc that takes place during the early part of this season but geez

Dean looks so depressed – the desolation, the hopelessness. Poor Dean Bean, lost his angel yet again. You can't help but feel for the poor guy (for now…)

Then the instant 180, uno reverse this man takes in his demeanor. He's so happy Cas is back. AND having a big cowboy adventure! They're spoiling this man after the widower arc. Jack & Sam are not down for it but Dean's been so miserable they shut the fuck up.

Dean swallowing deeply when Cas quotes Tombstone – confirmation they have movie nights together (ALONE??????) if they were alone during these movie nights – they're basically dating w/o clarifying that they are actually dating – and they're coparenting, my goodness! The domestication is real!

We later find out Dean snuck a quick shot of Cas in the little cowboy hat he made him wear for the case. Wow.

But as a side note - I did NOT appreciate how shitty Dean was to Jack. He was basically abusing him verbally like WTF give the kid a damn chance - don’t make death threats to the newborn child that was literally born yesterday like the fuck #jackdefensesquad. Like anything bad that jack actually does, he’ll think back to the moments where Dean was like ‘oh he’s a monster’ ’when you go dark side, I’ll be the one to kill you’ yeah like maybe that’s what pushed him to that point. It’s no surprise Jack chooses to leave. My ass would’ve been gone. Also was Cas made aware of the threats Dean made to Jack???

They’re making it REALLY HARD to like Dean this season. MoC was bad, Demon!Dean too but evil forces were at work. This time he got no excuse — threatening at 16 yr old girl who has no one in her corner. They’re basically forcing her to help them for nothing in return. Unbelievable 🤬 And Sam, wtf? Would it kill you to stand up to your fuckin’ brother!

Anyway - Jack’s power is totally cool though.

Kaia…was killed by an alternate self? Whaaaaaat?

So this was the season they tried for the Wayward Girls? Shame it didn’t work out…like the premise is cool BUT since the main show barely give the women characters the time of day, is it any wonder that a pilot didn’t work? The showrunners only seem good with moments - but no building up of the narrative like the male counterparts AKA main cast. Also - what would be the conflict - give people a reason to keep watching the girls - their storylines seem more or less resolved - Jody has already mourned the loss of her family, its not like she became Batman or something to fight a war against criminality. Claire has also gotten past the loss of her parents (as far as we know but honestly she should’ve been part of the main narrative as her life had been directly affected by Castiel’s actions and we all know why Cas bothers to get up in the morning…anyway), Donna doesn’t seem to have anything going on - she’s divorced but over it, Alex is over her dark past, Patience is just seeming to get a hand of her abilities - like where are the stakes??? Sam and Dean had a whole quest to embark on, then they had to navigate fraternal relationship while fighting monsters all the time, slowly unraveling an overarching narrative that’s taken over their lives. Where’s that for the ladies????

I spoke too soon - Donna’s niece gets kidnapped and Doug is her boyfriend (wow totally forgot about that guy, certainly didn’t think he’d return) and once he gets turned into a vampire but cured of it, he’s done. Before he leaves Donna, he calls her a hero. Honestly, if I ended up having a partner/lover who killed dangerous supernatural creatures, I wouldn’t leave them. I’d stick by them and have them teach me a few things. Oh well. Maybe Donna will run to Jody to have a shoulder to cry on ;) I know y’all JodyxDonna shippers are out there.

Scoobynatural was fucking legendary! I loved watching Scooby doo as a kid, from when they were literal babies, to the OG episodes, to the revamp from the early 2000s, all the movies! (Zombie Island was the best!). It was a genuine delight watching the Winchesters (and Cas) cross paths with Mystery Inc. makes me wish they met Buffy and Ash from Evil Dead. That would’ve been awesome! Watching Dean say scooby dooby doo was total cringe tho :/ I love that Cas shut him down 🤣🤣

That ascot though? He’s wearing it all wrong, its supposed to be stuffed in, like how Fred wears it. And certainly not worn with plaid. SMH…

But now I totally want Supernatural as a fucking cartoon! Just like Scooby Doo - it would’ve been fucking glorious, Dean’s unhinge-able jaw, the kooky facial expressions, the comedic effects, and who knows, it would’ve given the show-runners the artistic freedom to reveal the true form of angels, namely, Castiel’s. Oh well.

Donatello is…dead? I know they said Brain dead but after Amara sucked out his soul and Cas fucked up his brain, isn’t he better off dead? Par for the course for a prophet though, sucks for him.

Funny how Rowena suddenly wants to be the good mom and try to bring her demon son back after CENTURIES of chances. Sure she may not have known what became of Fergus since she left him, but I’m sure it wouldn’t have taken much to find out. She just didn’t want to. Now she’s filled with regret. And Sam’s destined to murder her? And she didn’t take him out? Okay, well then I guess it’s only a matter of time until she dies😒 not this season though, she’s too useful with her witchy powers to be killed off until she serves whatever purpose is convenient 😒

Angels are almost extinct :( I know they’re meant to be seen as controlling jerks but so is Dean XD lol anyway that’s a bummer with devastating consequences cuz if there’s no angels - they said all the souls will fall to Earth and become ghosts - billions in number - yeah. If it were me I would’ve just said the souls disappear but it ain’t my show 🤷🏽‍♀️

Naomi is back and I don’t even care - I’m sorry but I just don’t care about Apocalypse world either, I feel like it’s a grand waste of time. The fact that Charlie and Bobby are there doesn’t even matter cuz it’s not them. It’s not the Charlie and Bobby we got to know before. They’re just counterparts of another world, echoes of the fallen. When Dean says I can’t lose you, dude you literally just met her. And they’re expected to what, abandon the world they were born into? The fuck?

And fuck this show for killing Kevin TWICE!!! Kevin you were too precious for this universe/multiverse, whatever.

ketch is the latest (aside from rowena) of former villains/enemies/antagonist in supernatural that's suddenly we're supposed to be sympathetic towards since they switch sides and help the winchesters for a change but what's the reason??? I feel it's a little out there that Dean especially would let ketch live after what he put his mom through but whatever. since the show runners insisted with this whole apocalypse world crap, Dean would have died without ketch's help 😑

Gabriel has returned…only to die…again…awesome. at least he got to fuck rowena before he passed away 🤣😅

Luci got fucked over hahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahaha

Bobby x Mary, oh man John would be roaring in his grave…if he had one 🤣 [got burned to ashes in season 2], Bobby finna take his whole family, first his sons now his wife ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

Luci resurrected someone? And nothing bad happened? Now tht’s a twist. I figured since he’s Satan she’d turn into a demon or something, but i guess not cuz we’re definitely not gonna see her again…

You know since I’ve seen The Boys I can see a resemblance between homelander and the devil, they both blow up in anger very similarly. When jack tells Luci, you’re not my father, he raged in a way that was eerily like Homelander would’ve. Just thought I’d point that out…

Dean lets in Alt-Michael - Oh Lord above its the apocalypse all over again (this was a cool shot though) - meanwhile what’s OG Michael doing? Is he still in the Cage with Adam? Really? You had to bring an extra Michael into this nonsense? Ok 🙄 You know if Luci had possessed Sam too, it would’ve been a wrap!

Jack is powerless…for now? This poor kid was gonna kill himself?! Honey why? Ugh I’m blaming Dean for this. He put the seed in that kid’s head he was nothing but trouble and he was going to sacrifice himself, poor baby!

Cas why would you let Dean go?!?! Too sad to follow him into battle after Dean let Alt-Michael in?

Why can’t Sam get a super powerful Big Bad kill huh? Why is it always Dean? Geez.

So the only good things to happen this season were Scooby Doo and Jack meeting Cas. Ugh, their meetup was soo cute ^_^

Welp only 2 seasons left, the last that’s over 20 episodes. Which means we only have 40 episodes to go til the end…goodie 😅

#supernatural #dean winchester #castiel #sam winchester #mary winchester #jack kline #scoobynatural #rowena macleod #rowena supernatural #ah shit here we go again #apocalypse #supernatural season 13 #bobby singer #charlie bradbury #destiel #deancas #widower arc

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HOME: Book 5 - CHAPTER ELEVEN

MASTERLIST

As Veronica lay in the Hospital Wing, she tried to imagine how the game was going. She knew her friends would come see her as soon as it was over to tell her all about it, but you never knew with Quidditch how long that would be. The game could be over in minutes, but it could also take days. Plus, it was fun to see if any of her predictions turned out to be right.

As her mind wandered, she found her eyes getting heavier, and soon enough, she could barely keep them open. Deciding to take a quick nap, she made herself comfortable, but before she could drift off, there was a big commotion outside the Hospital Wing doors, and her eyes widened as she quickly sat up. Her ears perked up in an attempt to hear what was going on, and as she listened, she realized the noise was getting closer. Then, before she knew it, the doors flew open and a large group of people came bursting in, with Charlie and Reggie leading them. Behind them were the rest of the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw teams, and to Veronica’s surprise, quite a few of the spectators of the game from all four houses had come too.

Veronica beamed at them all, but her eyebrows furrowed when Charlie and Reggie rushed past her towards one of the beds at the end of the room. It was only then that she realized they had been dragging behind them an unconscious Archie. After tossing him on the bed and leaving him to Madam Pomfrey, they pushed past the crowd of shouting students, all of whom were talking over each other trying to tell her what happened meaning she had no idea what they were saying, until they got to her bedside. Reggie ushered for Charlie to take a seat in the chair while he sat at the edge of her bed, with Bill on her other side, and both the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw team members at the front of the crowd surrounding her.

Turning to Reggie, she asked, “so, tell me what the hell is going on. What happened? That game didn’t last long at all.”

“V, you won’t even believe it.”

“We lost, didn’t we?” The guilty look on Reggie’s face said it all, and Veronica sighed heavily as she glanced at Archie, who was now awake and glaring at her. “What did he do?”

“He was absolutely awful, V. He kept hogging all the Bludgers; he was so adamant on hitting every one that, at one point, he flew at full speed from the other side of the pitch, almost knocking Mary off her broom, to hit a Bludger that I was more than ready and capable of hitting. And I wish it had at least been a good shot, but he completely missed all the Gryffindor players and almost hit Maribelle instead, so if she hadn’t dodged it at the last second, we would have lost our Seeker within minutes of the game starting. Not to mention how much of a cocky bloody bastard he was. He was just trying to show off the whole game, and I’m sure his intentions were to make everyone realize what a mistake it had been for you to get on the team instead of him, but he failed miserably. His antics only made him a distraction to the rest of the team… AND TO HIS BLOODY SELF. He kept hitting our own players! He actually knocked Kate off her broom completely and broke the thing in half! Her new bloody broom! Finally, an hour into the game, he got hit by one of Thomas’ Bludgers and was knocked out for the rest of the game. But by that point, we didn’t stand a chance. It was Game One all over again. We lost by a landslide.”

Veronica’s jaw dropped, and her hands flew to her temples as she stared at him in disbelief. “You’ve got to be kidding me. At that point, we would have been better off sticking with the six of you rather than bringing him on to the team.” Veronica closed her eyes for a moment as she sighed. “Unbelievable.”

“Singer…” Veronica turned her head towards the voice and found Thomas staring back. She nodded softly, so he continued. “We all really missed you out there; it wasn’t the same without you. There was no competition. So, I think I can speak for everyone when I say that we’re glad you made the team and not him. He sucked.”

The crowd surrounding her bed were all nodding in agreement and voicing similar opinions, which brought tears to her eyes. However, before she could say anything, Veronica noticed movement from the corner of her eye, and when she turned to look, she noticed Archie pointing his wand at her. Without hesitation, she effortlessly disarmed him, and his wand flew onto her lap before he could even begin muttering an incantation. There was a brief moment of silence before the room erupted in chaos. The crowd was amazed and shocked to see her performing non-verbal wandless magic, and they all wanted to know where she had learned it. Veronica and Charlie exchanged knowing glances as she shrugged nonchalantly.

Before the crowd could get too out of control, Madam Promfrey pushed her way through, and began shooing everyone out of the Hospital Wing, including Charlie, Reggie and Bill. “That’s enough. All of you. Ms. Singer needs to rest now; that is enough excitement for one day.”

Veronica chuckled as Charlie struggled against the school matron. “But I never even got to talk to her!”

Turning her eyes to the end of her bed, Veronica realized Kate was one of the last few left in the room. Before Madam Pomfrey could come back to kick her out too, Veronica motioned for her to come closer. “Kate, I don’t want you to worry about your broom, okay? I’ll take care of replacing it.”

“No, Captain! You already–”

“Hey, I don’t want to hear another word on the matter. I’ll take care of it.”

Kate wiped the tears escaping her eyes and hugged her Captain. “Thank you!”

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Aww the beauty of this chapter is immense. Bradley, Gorgeous and the children (and Vanessa the Cocker Spaniel) have already conquered my heart and I'm sure that as I continue reading the series they will go deeper and deeper and I couldn't be happier about this🥹💗💗💗

“When he logged into his email account, his heart skipped around a bit when he saw that he had something new from you. Then he opened it up and read it, and his lips parted softly in surprise at what you'd sent.”

I love the anticipation, the wait and Bradley's reaction when he saw that she had sent him something. Even though he tries to deny it and wants to keep the relationship professional, you can see how much he wants to know her better and how interested he is in her and I love all of that!🥹

“He logged out again and headed to the mess hall for dinner, because there was no point in responding until he had the photo you just asked him for. One where you'd be able to see exactly what every inch of him looked like. As he ate his meatloaf, his thoughts all settled on that one pertinent question: were your students really the ones who were curious about how he looked, or were you? Because it sounded like it could be the latter. He fucking hoped it was. And he fucking hoped you wouldn't be disappointed after tomorrow when he sent you exactly what was asked of him.”

Who could possibly be disappointed by Bradley's looks? I mean, we're talking about Bradley Bradshaw🫠

“To say he was attractive looking standing there in his flight suit next to the jet with his name on the side of it would have been the understatement of the century. He was hot. Unbelievably hot. Top tier. You shamelessly zoomed in to get an even better look at his face which was complete with a crooked little smile and a fucking mustache.”

Bradley's beauty always has this effect🫠

“Even his messy, wavy hair looked soft enough for you to want to rub your face and lips against it. Where did that idea come from? You uncrossed and recrossed your legs as the most delightful thoughts filled your mind. You already knew he was sweet, kind, attentive and humble, but now you knew he was easy on the eyes, too. If only you could hear his voice.”

His voice is the icing on the cake!

“For reference, I'm 6'1" and 205 pounds. That should give you and your kiddos a good size comparison, yeah? Also, just a little curious myself here.... are you sure they were the only ones who wanted to know what I look like? Or did you want to know, too?”

AHH!! you literally lost me at “I'm 6'1" and 205 pounds”🫠 I loved how Bradley was so direct with her, he made me blush I can't imagine what he did to her!

“Then it hit you like a bolt of lightning. No way was this man single. He was handsome. That would have been enough on its own. But he also had an impressive career, all of his hair, and he was tall. And that didn't even scrape the surface of his sweet personality! You couldn't embarrass yourself further. You just couldn't. You wanted him to keep writing to your class, because they were already so attached to him. You couldn't ruin this for them.”

Nooo no bad interpretations please, he couldn't be more into her!

P.s. The line where she says he has all his hair was brilliant😂

“When your students came flooding into the room, they led off with the same question they had every morning now. "Did we get anything in the mail from Lieutenant Bradshaw?"

Aww they are sweethearts🥹, I love their excitement and anticipation for Bradley's response, they are already all in love with him!

“My kids also wanted me to ask you if your spouse or significant other is in the Navy. And they'd like to know how old your kids are if you have any. Once again, just to be clear, I'm only asking these things on their behalf...”

AHH!! she is sooo smart!

“But it did. Days passed. You normally tried not to think about your work email account during the weekends, let alone check it. Saturday was miserable as you logged in almost hourly to check and double check if you had something new from Lieutenant Bradshaw. It was so bad, you ended up initiating a movie night with some of your friends, opting to lock your phone in the center console of your car rather than take it into the theater.”

Ooh they are already completely desperate and into each other just after a few pictures and emails they exchanged I LITERALLY LOVE THEM!! I can't imagine how they will be if and when they meet🫠

“Sunday was no better. You took yourself to the beach for the afternoon to try to read and sunbathe. But there was a group of guys in US NAVY TOP GUN shirts playing football, and you wondered if Bradley ever did this kind of thing with his friends. Or his family. Jesus Christ, why couldn't he just write back and tell you if he had a pretty wife and six adorable kids who loved to play football on the beach with him?”

Even though I know Bradley is not married and has no children, this wait for his email is wearing me down too!

“Since your students seem to be showing quite an interest in my personal life, please let them know I actually don't have a spouse or significant other at all. Nor do I have any kids. Their letters (and your emails, too) are the only ones I'm getting this deployment. No one else has been writing to me. Nobody stateside is waiting for me. I hope that answers their questions to your liking.”

“And now it's your turn to answer a question for me. Is there a guy in your life who is going to try to beat the crap out of me if I tell you that I think you're gorgeous?”

AHHHH!! He told her he was single, asked her if there was a man in her life and told her she was gorgeous🫠 the wait was worth it, there couldn't have been a better answer!

“He didn't mind one bit. In all actuality, he was living for this shit, already thinking about how he could maybe visit your classroom someday soon. Several of the kids asked him if he could. They all asked him to take more pictures of life on the aircraft carrier. Then he laughed for a solid minute over the photo that Jayden sent of his Cocker Spaniel named Vanessa.”

Aww I'm sure I'll melt if Bradley goes to visit the class🫠 I love that Jayden sent Bradley a picture of his Cocker Spaniel, sooo cute!!🥹

“But Bradley had purposely been neglecting his email inbox for the last few days. He was too afraid to read your words telling him that you were in fact taken, and that he was stupid for thinking you'd been the one who wanted to know what he looked like. He was rather enjoying the delusion that you might let him tell you how pretty he thought you were over email and maybe someday in person. He decided to respond to the rest of the notes in the box before getting rejected, otherwise it would be too hard to do this.”

Ooh they are made for each other🥹

“My last boyfriend didn't like it when I talked about my fourth graders. He didn't really see any value in what I do for a living. He would have never taken the time to read something they wrote let alone answer their questions individually. So no, there's nobody who would be upset with you for making me feel like there are butterflies permanently living in my belly now. If you want to tell me you think I'm gorgeous, I'm certainly not going to stop you.”

I have butterflies in my stomach, now they both know that there is no love interest in their lives!

“Hey, Gorgeous,

I'd like to take it further.

Yours Truly,

Bradley Bradshaw”

Okay I am literally jumping for joy. Bradley writing her in her private email calling her Gorgeous telling her he wants to take it further and sign Bradley Bradshaw? Can anything be more perfect than this? Ooh I love them, love them, love them so much!!

Wooow what a wonderful chapter! I loved how they are both already so taken with each other that they can't stop thinking about each other. Just as I found it so sweet and realistic how they were both curious and eager to know more about each other's private lives but at the same time they were afraid that reality could break the spell they had created in such a short time. Gorgeous's reaction to Bradley's photo couldn't have been better, it was so true and I loved how you captured her excitement, wonder and happiness. It was pretty much my same reaction the first time I saw Bradley😅. Not to mention how much I continue to adore the sweet, kind and funny way Bradley responds to the kids in Gorgeous' class and how they so eagerly await Bradley's letters. If the time ever comes for the class to meet Bradley I don't think my heart will be able to handle all the joy and sweetness of the moment🥹To say that I'm loving reading this series would be the understatement of the century🥹I loved every word!!✨💗💗💗

Yours Truly, Bradley Bradshaw Part 3 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: You rendered Bradley speechless and left him wondering if your students were the ones who wanted to know what he looked like or if it was really you who was curious. He wanted to know everything about you, but the urge to ask for more was mingling with his duty to keep things professional. You and he teetered on the edge... until you didn't.

Warnings: Fluff, language, Bradley looking hot

Length: 3100 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female teacher!Reader

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Bradley found himself homesick in a way he never did before. He still had weeks and weeks of this deployment to go, stuck on the aircraft carrier, endlessly curious about someone he barely knew anything about and a classroom full of kids he'd never met. But he felt like he wanted to know more about you and them.

At least he was too busy now to dwell on the fact that it had been days since the last mail call. He was never one who was lined up, eager to collect something from a loved one. Vanessa and all of his other ex girlfriends never sent him handwritten notes or snacks. He'd gotten sporadic emails in the past, but nothing that made him smile and laugh out loud. Never anything that made him sad when he realized he had reached the end of the note, hoping for more.

He wanted to go back to the lounge and check his email, but he was afraid he'd have nothing new to read. There was really nobody else other than you who would send him anything right now, and he was sure you had something better to do with your time than comment on the photos he'd send of his jet and the engine parts. And even if you had written back, how long could he really keep this conversation with you going? How soon would you run out of interest in his deployment?

Bradley knew he'd be much better at talking to you in person, but how the hell was he supposed to get there? Jesus Christ, you were probably married. You probably already had someone back home wrapped around your fingers, and here he was, still thinking about you.

"Pitiful," he muttered, making his way to the lounge anyway. He would keep it professional with you. One hundred percent. But he still wanted to know if your students got to see the photos and if they had any questions about them.

When he logged into his email account, his heart skipped around a bit when he saw that he had something new from you. Then he opened it up and read it, and his lips parted softly in surprise at what you'd sent.

Thank you for the photos. They were very enlightening. We especially liked the ones where you were showing off your cockpit. Or I did, anyway. The kids liked all of them and started on another list of questions for you. Good luck getting rid of us now.

We were wondering if you could have someone take a picture of you standing in front of your jet. For size comparison purposes. And also because my students would like to know what you look like. Hearing from you makes our day even better.

Bradley read it again. Still surprised, he read it a third time. Were you the one asking for the photo? It seemed like you might be. Or was he just projecting here? Shit. Maybe. He'd been thinking about how he'd respond if you asked him something personal, and this felt like you and he were teetering right on the edge.

You even echoed his own thoughts, but it still made him warm all over to know that you looked forward to hearing from him. That it made your day better when he sent an email. He decided he was going to keep this going as long as he could.

He logged out again and headed to the mess hall for dinner, because there was no point in responding until he had the photo you just asked him for. One where you'd be able to see exactly what every inch of him looked like. As he ate his meatloaf, his thoughts all settled on that one pertinent question: were your students really the ones who were curious about how he looked, or were you? Because it sounded like it could be the latter. He fucking hoped it was. And he fucking hoped you wouldn't be disappointed after tomorrow when he sent you exactly what was asked of him.

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You thought you were ready, but you weren't. Not for this. Not for him. Not even close. Thankfully it was still early enough that none of your students were in the classroom with you, because Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw had responded to your slightly tipsy email from a few nights ago. He sent exactly one photo, and your only response was to softly moan, "Holy hell."

To say he was attractive looking standing there in his flight suit next to the jet with his name on the side of it would have been the understatement of the century. He was hot. Unbelievably hot. Top tier. You shamelessly zoomed in to get an even better look at his face which was complete with a crooked little smile and a fucking mustache.

"Who does he think he is?" you asked the empty room, voice filled with need. "The audacity."

Even his messy, wavy hair looked soft enough for you to want to rub your face and lips against it. Where did that idea come from? You uncrossed and recrossed your legs as the most delightful thoughts filled your mind. You already knew he was sweet, kind, attentive and humble, but now you knew he was easy on the eyes, too. If only you could hear his voice.

After several minutes of uninterrupted gawking, you realized he'd written a few sentences to you as well, addressing you just as he always had. But this felt more personal. Maybe a little intimate.

For reference, I'm 6'1" and 205 pounds. That should give you and your kiddos a good size comparison, yeah? Also, just a little curious myself here.... are you sure they were the only ones who wanted to know what I look like? Or did you want to know, too?

So he called you out. Your whole body felt too hot and too light. You were floating off of your chair even as your heart pounded. You must be two feet in the air by now. He already knew what you looked like, but now you cared more than ever what he thought about you. Because you had a massive crush on your classroom pen pal.

"How embarrassing. You drunk emailed him! How are you supposed to respond to this?" you whispered as you closed your laptop and pressed your fingers to your lips. It was hard to tell if his tone was playful or not. He was smiling in the photo, which made you think that he was. But perhaps he was trying to put a stop to any topic of conversation that could be considered personal.

Then it hit you like a bolt of lightning. No way was this man single. He was handsome. That would have been enough on its own. But he also had an impressive career, all of his hair, and he was tall. And that didn't even scrape the surface of his sweet personality! You couldn't embarrass yourself further. You just couldn't. You wanted him to keep writing to your class, because they were already so attached to him. You couldn't ruin this for them.

When your students came flooding into the room, they led off with the same question they had every morning now. "Did we get anything in the mail from Lieutenant Bradshaw?"

"Not yet," you replied, still trying to decide how to respond to his photo. "But hopefully soon. He did email another picture though."

All of them were immediately headed for your desk, wanting to see what their pen pal looked like. You pressed your lips together, bracing yourself as you opened up that photo again, and then the kids all interjected into your thoughts.

"His jet is so cool!"

"It's huge!"

"He looks exactly how I thought he would!"

"Can he send us more stuff?"

It took you a good, long while to get them all into their seats. Clearly you weren't the only one who was entranced by him. Their questions overflowed, most of which still had to do with the aviation topics you'd been teaching them. Bradley Bradshaw had turned your classroom upside down, in a good way. And the more you thought about it, the more you just wanted to make sure you weren't missing out on something here. This man was better looking than the last three guys you went out with all combined, and he already made you feel tingly inside before you knew that for a fact.

You went home after work and did it again. You drank some wine and logged into your work email account and wrote back to him less than a day after he wrote to you. Part of you recognized that you'd look desperate, but you simply had to know so you could stop thinking about him if necessary. You started typing.

It was definitely, absolutely my students who wanted to know what you look like. It had nothing to do with me. That's my story, and I'm sticking to it. That being said...nice photo. Very nice.

My kids also wanted me to ask you if your spouse or significant other is in the Navy. And they'd like to know how old your kids are if you have any. Once again, just to be clear, I'm only asking these things on their behalf...

"Send," you whispered, doing it before you could stop yourself. Then you were left with your intrusive thoughts and the rest of the wine, ultimately deciding to just go to bed. He wasn't going to respond right away. He was busy working. You just hoped it didn't take too long.

But it did. Days passed. You normally tried not to think about your work email account during the weekends, let alone check it. Saturday was miserable as you logged in almost hourly to check and double check if you had something new from Lieutenant Bradshaw. It was so bad, you ended up initiating a movie night with some of your friends, opting to lock your phone in the center console of your car rather than take it into the theater.

Sunday was no better. You took yourself to the beach for the afternoon to try to read and sunbathe. But there was a group of guys in US NAVY TOP GUN shirts playing football, and you wondered if Bradley ever did this kind of thing with his friends. Or his family. Jesus Christ, why couldn't he just write back and tell you if he had a pretty wife and six adorable kids who loved to play football on the beach with him?

When two of the guys in the TOP GUN shirts purposely threw the football toward your towel and tried to play it off as an accident, you didn't even feel like returning their flirtatious banter. Neither of them had a mustache or soft looking brown hair. Neither of them left you wanting to know more.

You went home and tried so hard not to check your work email, but you failed miserably. But then you were happy you caved, because he wrote back. Bradley Bradshaw actually responded again. And a few seconds later, you were giggling and trying to control the squeal that escaped your lips.

When the mail arrived on the aircraft carrier yesterday, I was one of the first officers in line, and I wasn't disappointed. I got the second box from your class, and I can't wait to start reading and responding to everyone's notes this week. I'll let you know when you've got more mail coming your way.

Since your students seem to be showing quite an interest in my personal life, please let them know I actually don't have a spouse or significant other at all. Nor do I have any kids. Their letters (and your emails, too) are the only ones I'm getting this deployment. No one else has been writing to me. Nobody stateside is waiting for me. I hope that answers their questions to your liking.

And now it's your turn to answer a question for me. Is there a guy in your life who is going to try to beat the crap out of me if I tell you that I think you're gorgeous?

I'll just be waiting impatiently for your response.

Yours Truly,

Lt Bradley Bradshaw

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Bradley was so tired. The kind of bone deep exhaustion that only comes after the completion of a dangerous mission when your adrenaline finally wears off. All he could think about was how badly he wanted to be back at home in his bed in San Diego with a soft, warm body next to his and a sweet voice in his ear. But he was picturing your face and your body, already convinced you'd have the sweetest voice he'd ever heard.

Shit. He needed to focus on what the admirals had to say instead of drift into daydreams.

"No need to report to the strategy room in the morning, Lieutenant," his commanding officer said as Bradley unzipped the top of his flight suit. "Take some time to rest."

He saluted the admiral and walked off toward his bunk and a hot shower. But even as the steamy water eased the ache in his muscles, he thought about how he already knew he wouldn't be able to sleep right now. Not when he still had a few messages from your students to respond to. Not when those notes always made him smile.

This time you'd only included a very short note in the box, but it wasn't typed up and printed out. It was written in your pretty penmanship on a sheet of lined paper.

Lt Bradshaw,

I hope this package finds you well. Please prepare yourself for approximately seven hundred more questions. Thanks again for sharing your time with us.

He didn't mind one bit. In all actuality, he was living for this shit, already thinking about how he could maybe visit your classroom someday soon. Several of the kids asked him if he could. They all asked him to take more pictures of life on the aircraft carrier. Then he laughed for a solid minute over the photo that Jayden sent of his Cocker Spaniel named Vanessa.

But Bradley had purposely been neglecting his email inbox for the last few days. He was too afraid to read your words telling him that you were in fact taken, and that he was stupid for thinking you'd been the one who wanted to know what he looked like. He was rather enjoying the delusion that you might let him tell you how pretty he thought you were over email and maybe someday in person. He decided to respond to the rest of the notes in the box before getting rejected, otherwise it would be too hard to do this.

He finished writing back to Oliver and Cooper and then tucked the box away under his bed before drifting off to sleep while dreaming of his own bed. But the next day, he had literally no work to do. He's been given the entire day off. He hit the gym and avoided the married woman like the plague. Then he ate lunch and contemplated going back to the gym again, but his feet carried him to the lounge instead. At the very least, he promised you that he'd let you know when you had mail on the way so the kids could get excited. He should take the time to tell you he'd be sending more responses to your class by air mail.

Somehow Bradley had convinced himself so thoroughly that you were in a relationship, he almost couldn't fathom anything else. But there was a new message from you in his inbox, and it felt like a gift when he opened and read it.

Lt Bradshaw,

I must say, I was surprised to find out that my emails and the letters from my class are the only ones making their way to you. Not that I'm complaining. Not one bit. I just find it hard to believe that you don't have a lot of interested parties hoping for a chance to be the one you think about when you're deployed and all alone.

My last boyfriend didn't like it when I talked about my fourth graders. He didn't really see any value in what I do for a living. He would have never taken the time to read something they wrote let alone answer their questions individually. So no, there's nobody who would be upset with you for making me feel like there are butterflies permanently living in my belly now. If you want to tell me you think I'm gorgeous, I'm certainly not going to stop you.

Here's my personal, non school affiliated email address. Just in case you feel like using it. If not, you can keep responding here, and I can take the hint that we went far enough.

I hope you're doing well and staying safe.

Frantically, Bradley checked the date and time stamp. "Fuck," he growled, his fingers not quite able to keep up with his brain when he realized you'd sent this to him days ago. More than five days ago! "Shit. Fuck!" He had been keeping you waiting! As soon as he got his hands working at the same speed as his thoughts, he copied and pasted your personal email address and started a new thread like his life depended on it.

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You were just curling up with a cup of sleepy time tea after a long day at work, wishing someone would put you out of your misery, when your phone vibrated on the couch cushion next to your leg. You were half tempted to ignore it, reasoning that it was probably time to accept the fact that Bradley Bradshaw already lost interest in you and delete his photos from your downloads folder. You should learn how to stop embarrassing yourself.

Then you glanced down and saw that you had a new email. It was from a now familiar sender. It had been sent to your personal account. You immediately scrambled to unlock your phone and read it.

Hey, Gorgeous,

I'd like to take it further.

Yours Truly,

Bradley Bradshaw

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What the fuck, Bradley, you smooth man! Take it further, take it further, take it further! I love how impatient they get when they want to hear from each other. Now go ahead and get a little more personal. Thanks to @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls and everyone who sent me messages and asks about this fic.

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