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BEWITCHING HOUR
gojo satoru x fem!reader x geto suguru
synopsis: while searching through the archives of your collegeâs library, you discover an ancient book with old rituals. out of curiosity, you try to summon an incubus but somehow, it didnât workâ only until you woke that same night, to encounter not only one, but two of them.
contents: fem!reader, explicit language, she/her pronouns, incubus satoru and suguru, NSFW, threesome, slight foreplay, cunninglus kinda, fingering, voyeurism(??), breastplay, markings/hickeys, overstimulation, unprotected sex, multiple creampies, squirting, orgasms, handjob, blowjob, slight rough sex(?!), pet names (use of slut once), suguru and satoru fighting over you, they both have big dicks<3, JUST SOOO MUCH EXPLICIT SHIT LMAOOO, not proofread !!
word count: 4.7k
notes: just so so sosoooo much content guys srry⊠i prob need to be locked up after this LOL i just cant stop myself from writing sm dirty shit like that đđą (also plz dont read this if ur not comfortable)
most horror movies involved demons or ghosts, and theyâre most likely summoned through rituals, or some sort of supernatural item or game that one shouldnât dare to touch. people would ramble and scream at the user, complaining how stupid they were and how their curiosity killed everyone.
and you were one of those people.
but now youâre in your bedroom with an old thick book, dated back into the late 14th century. it was written in a language most wouldnât necessarily understand, latin to be precise. but you were grateful for the classes you took in high school, and understood at least some of it.
the book was mainly about old rituals and performances or instructions to summon spirits. it was obviously a bad idea, a very bad idea. and you were just like those characters in those horror movies that you called stupidâ but you had to admit, curiosity got the best of you, just like them.
besides, it was the night of halloween. all of your friends went out in their revealing costumes to late night parties while you stayed back in your dorm. well, you were going to attend, but this book was on your mind the entire dayâ so you opted out, reasoning that you were feeling under the weather.
now, how did this book even end up in your possession? well, it started earlier that day, after your third class of the day.
halloween landed on a friday, unfortunatelyâ so there were classes. your professor assigned a major project in which required you to obtain an archive as one of your resources. it was irritating to say the least, since youâd have to search for an archive related to your topic without a computer. but thankfully, librarians were there to assist.
you went to your universityâs library archives section on the very top floor, hoping to find something related to your topic so youâd get out of there quicker and start on the project. you decided your topic to be about ancient greek mythology, it was simple and you enjoy the idea. and itâd be quite easy to find an archive about it.
âexcuse me, where am i able to find an archive about greek mythology or culture?â you questioned the librarian who mainly worked in the section.
she gives you a smile through her dull appearance before turning her head to the multiple tall shelves of archives behind her. âif you go to the fourth shelf on the left, then the third section, you may find the archives about ancient greek and everything related to it.â
after thanking the librarian, you quickly walk over to the section, somewhat excited to see what you could find. the entire section was stacked with archives about greek mythology, some were identical but in different colorings and covers, while some were smaller, thicker, older, or written in a different language.
all of the pages appeared worn, and were nearly close to rotting out of the book, and you wondered on who mightâve touched this centuries ago. it was weird to think about but you decided to move along, and keep searching for what you need.
your eyes scan through each row on the shelf, hoping to find something appealing and comprehendible to use as a resource for your assignment. something caught your eye at an instant, as if it was manifesting you, calling for you to grab it.
and for some odd reason, when you went to pull the book out of its spot, the book clearly didnât belong in the section of greek mythology. you blinked several times, observing the old and thick book. the cover had a unique texture, with golden colored latin wordings in the front and a detailed drawing of a distorted demon. in hindsight, it was a ritual book.
you flipped through the first few pages, skimming through the paragraphs on how to summon a certain spirit or demon. everything was in latin, but you at least somewhat understood. there were pictures describing what the entities appeared as, or what forms they can take. it was frightening to say the least, but you were surprised something like this was here.
a page that certainly caught your interest mentioned an incubus.
and so, you read it thoroughly. an incubus, a male form of a demon that seeks to have sexual intercourse with sleeping women. they were the corresponding spirit of a succubus. you heard of the folklore several times, and this somewhat intrigued you even more. as you read further, it specifically mentioned that the incubus posed as a winsome japanese man, in order to attract women. you also noticed that there were two demons in the picture drawn on the page, one white and one black. could it be summoned in either form?
to say that you wanted to try summoning the incubus was definitely not an understatement. but who the fuck would want a demon to be fucking them while they sleep? the question didn't pop into your head at that moment, and you were quick to take the book without completing the search for the archive you actually needed.
and you cancelled all halloween plans just for this.
now, you felt as if you were in one of those horror movies. closed curtains, lights off, several candles lit around you as you sat in the middle of your room with the book opened to your designated page. the summoning was simple, you were to follow the ritual word by word and then take a long sip of red wine. and lucky you, there was some leftover red wine from a party weeks ago.
the glass of wine was next to the book, and you were contemplating whether or not to continue. you were quite surprised at how simple the summoning was, since most would require a slit of blood or your soul, or something extreme. but red wine? this incubus must have a preference.
you took a deep and long breath, before beginning to read the ritual word by word. and after you finished, you picked up the glass of red wine and gulped the entire liquid down your throat.
you expected something to appear, but nothing.
your eyes dart around the room, but you found it to be empty. did it not work? youâre oddly confused and repeated the ritual once more. but again, nothing happened.
when the second try didnât work, you figured the third try wouldnât either. you were certain that every word was said correctly and you missed out no words either. you scoffed, closing the book and turning on the lights to your room. you blow out the candles and concluded at how much bullshit this was.
âthis shit is such a waste of time,â you mumble as you shove the ritual book into your backpack.
after putting everything else away, you decided to get ready for bed and pretend as if you did nothing. you would return the book tomorrow and never have to remember it again. it was worth a try after all, and you honestly thought it would work.
you switched into a pair of comfortable shorts and a loose top. you unclipped your bra and tossed it to the side, since you normally slept without one because it was more comfortable that way. you were still feeling quite upset that the ritual didnât work, but at the same time, you were alright with nothing happening. it was just a hoax, like what everyone else would say.
falling asleep wasnât so hard, and time ended up passing as you quietly slept on your bed. at some point, you could hear the faint sounds of teenagers screaming and enjoying their halloween events, and your neighborsâ kids exclaiming happily about how much candy they received.
and for some reason, the air in your room became more frigid and you were cuddling yourself close underneath your comforter you found warm. you didnât allow it to bother you and fell asleep once more.
you remained asleep for several more hours, unbeknownst to anything occurring in your room. it was until you heard gentle shuffling noises in your room. at first, you didnât allow it to bother youâ until you felt someoneâs gently caress your face.
âsheâs cute, donât ya think?â a maleâs voice calls out beside of you.
your eyes immediately shoot open, and youâre making eye contact with an unfamiliar manâ white hair and horns, striking bright blue eyes, shirtless with multiple scars, and white torn wings. your eyes widen and you scream, pushing the manâs hands away from you before shoving yourself in the deepest corner of your bed away from him.
âoh, did i scare you? iâm sorry, angel,â the man chuckles with a sly grin.
âw-who- the hell are you- and how did you get in my house?!â you shout, shielding yourself with one of your pillows.
the man sighs, rubbing the back of his nape as he remained silent for a moment. but before he could speak, another male appears behind of himâ jet black hair and horns, black torn wings, shirtless with multiple scars, but he was broader and his hair was longer than the other one. âi told you to stop approaching girls like that. this is why they never like you,â he says, nudging the white haired man.
âouch. hey, i didnât think she would awake immediately,â he scoffs and they both return their gaze back to you. âsorry angel, i get carried away sometimes. never met such a pretty woman like ya. and youâre the one who summoned us.â
âsummoned? what do you mean? i havenât-â you began to say due to your panic but you pause your words when the ritual from earlier returned to your mind. you remain quiet for a moment, and the two incubusâs tilt their head in confusion. there was absolutely no way, right? âi must be dreaming.â
the black haired incubus frowns, crossing his arms. âwell, princess. you arenât and even if you are, we can appear in them too,â he replies but then he shakes his head. âoh, forget i said that. donât want to frighten you.â
âoh suguru, i think she already is.â
âthis was your fault, satoru.â
âmy fault?!â satoru raises his voice, glaring intently ay suguru who whistles.
âokay, shut up. quit raising your voice, youâre scaring the poor, innocent and beautiful girl here,â suguru says, now returning his gaze back to you and he smiles warmly. âbut yes, princess. you indeed did summon us. was there a particular reason?â
âi.. just did it for fun..â you reply, still quite astonished. âand i thought it would only be one.. not two..â
âwell angel, maybe you should read a little more carefully before summoning us,â satoru sighs, and then chuckles. âespecially if you were expecting only one of us.â
âi-iâm sorryââ
âdonât apologize. everyone we meet usually mistakes it for one instead of two,â suguru is still smiling with a gentle tone, indicating for you to ignore satoruâs harmless remarks. âand you did this for fun? well princess, if you wanna have some fun. then we can give that to you. how about it?â
youâre mostly uncertain about this, and the other part of you urged to move forward. you were obviously curious but anticipating, and couldnât initiate anything. was this actually real? you were still in denial still, yet if this wasnâtâ then itâs one hell of a dream.
suguru notices your hesitation and thinks for a moment. âwell princess, thereâs no need to be anxious. weâll take care of you,â he says, extending his hand out to yours. âbut if you donât want to, then all you gotta do is say no.â
you shake your head, a hand taking suguruâs. âi-i want to..â the words fell out of your mouth shyly, and you could feel your face burn as suguru chuckles, his grip tightening around your hand. âwhat a good girl. you don't gotta be shy at all 'kay, [name]?â
âmhm..â you nod, eyes slightly widening when you realized you didnât even tell them your name. âyou know my name?â
âof course. we always know the name of our summoner, itâd be rude if we didnât know,â suguru smiles, as he pulls you towards him. his large frame towered over yours, and you could feel his throbbing erection poking your lower belly. âdoes that freak you out, princess?â
"n-no.." you shake your head, lips trembling slightly. in other cases, this sort of situation should freak you out. like, who would want to fuck two hot incubuses? but that question doesn't matter anymore. the two were so alluring, and their words seem to enchant you in some way. "good then.. i can kiss you now, right?" suguru coos in your ears.
you nod, gaze staring into suguruâs dark eyes. the incubus presses his lips against yours as a hand snakes around your hips. you moan into the kiss, since this was a feeling you hadnât felt in so long. satoru just watches, his own dick twitching underneath his pants from the way your moans sounded.
suguruâs hands slithers underneath your shorts, groping and massaging the skin of your ass. next, he gently bites your lower, smirking from the way your moans fell into his mouth. âyou like how i touch you, princess?â suguru inquires in such a seductive tone when pulling away from the kiss, and you nod as an answer while your face burned.
you are pushed down on your bed, and suguru hovers over you. he licks his lips, liking the way you were sprawled under him as his eyes burned with lust. you nearly shut your eyes as suguru spreads your legs apart, pushing the material of your shorts and panties to the side. âw-waitââ you begin out of embarrassment, but suguru had already slipped two of his long fingers inside of your wet cunt. you gasp, quietly squirming as he pumps his fingers slowly.
âgoodness princess, youâre already so wet,â suguru comments, pushing his fingers deeper. the squelching noises of your pussy resonates the room, along with your soft moans. he smiles, glancing at satoru who was becoming hornier by the second. the white haired incubus couldnât contain himself much longerâ wanting to touch himself to the sound of your moans. âyou hear that, satoru? you hear how wet she is?â
âmmh- fuck, yeah,â satoru replies, a hand rubbing over the bulge of his pants. he had to admit, he was jealous of suguruâ him being able to please you first. the two had been confined in that book for who knows how long. satoru has become desperate, hungry and longing to touch and fuck a pretty girl like you. âhurry up, suguru. i want to touch her next.â
suguru chuckles, turning his attention back to you. âdoesnât that turn you on, [name]? donât you like hearing how badly satoru wants to touch you like this?â suguru says, pressing a thumb against your clit and creating sensual circles around the area that makes you more sensitive. you moan as a response, your body trembling from suguruâs actions. ây-yes.. i want satoru- to t-touch me too..â you reply, looking at satoru who nearly came from the needy pitch of your voice.
âyou heard her, satoru,â suguru says, glancing at satoru with a grinâ and you found yourself in between the two incubuses. suguru had slipped off your shorts and panties, tossing them to the floor. satoru was situated behind of you, propping your body up so that your back would press against his muscular chest.
while suguru was pumping his fingers into your aching pussy and rubbing circles against your clit, satoru had pushed his hands underneath your top to fondle with your breasts. satoru pinches your nipples with his fingers, getting a little whine out of your mouth and then moves his lips to suck the skin of your neck. suguru could feel your gummy walls pulsate and clench around his fingers, and he fastens his pace to assist you closer to your orgasm.
âsuch pretty tits you have, angel,â satoru compliments, leaving love marks on your neck and he kisses your shoulders. such delicate and gorgeous skin you haveâ making satoru wanting to mark you all over with his mouth. he pinches your nipples again, when noticing the way you react to it. âmm~ s-satoru- keep touching my breasts like that-â you moan, your head slightly falling back against his shoulder.
âgive me some attention too, princess~â suguru pouts, slipping another finger into your pussy. your eyes widen in astonishment, seeming that youâve never felt three fingers inside of you before. your moans become louder at that point, mostly because of suguru. âyeah, thatâs a good girl. moan just for me,â he adds, smirking as his knuckles began smacking the entrance of your pussy.
satoru glares at suguru, before slipping one hand away from your breast to grab your head. satoru turns your face towards him and presses his lips against yours while maintaining eye contact with suguru. the raven haired incubus furrows his brows, watching as you and satoruâs tongues swirled sloppily around and over each others. the two now seem to have an ongoing battle of who can please you the best.
ââm gonna c-cum,â you utter through your moans, mouth parting slightly from satoruâs, a strong of saliva connecting from your tongue to his. suguru smiles, curling his fingers to rub faster against your g-spot. âcâmon princess, cum for me,â he says, lowering his face to your pussy and replaces his thumb with his tongue on your clit.
âoh f-fuck, suguruu-â you mewl his name, eyes nearly rolling back as your legs tremble from the fast kitten licks his tongue was giving against your clit. satoru couldnât do much but continue to play with your breast and watch suguru fuck your pussy until you came. you could feel satoruâs throbbing dick pressing against your lower back, and you use a hand to go behind and underneath his pants. âs-shit, angel-â satoru grunts as your hands push to free his cock out and wrap around his girth. âseems like sheâs ready for my cock.â
âdonât even think about it, satoru,â suguru growls, circling licks against your clit before gently sucking. he had to remind satoru that it was his turn to fuck the next summoner first, and just because you had invited satoru earlier than suguru expected, doesnât mean heâd get to fuck his cock into you first. as for you, your mind is too overstimulated with the situation and you couldnât bother caring about their bickering. âshitshitshit, iâm cumming-â you cry out, squirting over suguruâs mouth and fingers.
suguru licks and cleans all of your juices that squirted onto your thighs and by his mouth, savoring the taste. he stares deep into satoruâs eyes when licking off your arousal on his fingers, smiling cockily since satoru wasnât able to get a taste. âi might actually get addicted to this pussy,â suguru comments before he unzips his pants to releases his hard throbbing cock.
your eyes widen at the sight of suguruâs dick. was something like that actually going to fit? you anticipated greatly as suguru pumps his length a few times before aligning against your wet entrance. âoh, you scared, princess?â suguru chuckles, but you instantly shake your head. ân-no.. please fuck my pussy..â you reply, pushing your legs farther apart.
âyou hear that, satoru? hear and see how sheâs begging for my cock only?â suguru asks, glancing at satoru to see his reaction. he just needed to rub it in the other incubusâs face, since they were quarreling after all. satoru glares again, not replying as his attention was mostly on the way your hand gripped around his cock. âspreading your legs like that just fâme. such a needy girl you are, huh?â suguru adds, teasing your wet entrance with the tip of his cock before pushing his entire length past your folds.
âo-oh my god-â you moan, eyes widening from the feeling of suguruâs cock rubbing against your walls, nearly making you cum again. suguru grunts when your tight pussy instantly clenches around him, and he quietly chuckles. âfuck.. mmh,â he moans, rocking his hips in a slow and sensual pace.
âtouch me too, angel. donât forget about me,â satoru whimpers, his words purring into your ears as he bucks his hips up to feel your soft hand rub against his desperate cock. and who were you to ignore his lecherous request? you began to pump your hand along satoruâs cock just like he wanted, causing him to moan softly into your ear. âs-shit.. i might cum just because of your hands,â satoru chuckles, returning his lips to suck the skin of your neck.
suguruâs hands grip tightly on your thighs as his thrusts became stronger, faster, and full of desireâ wanting to strive your attention away from satoru. his cock was already fucked deep into you, spreading and pleasuring your walls towards your next orgasm. your moans fall from your mouth with each thrust and love bite you receive from the two incubuses, and you began detecting stars in your vision as you reach a daze. ân-ngh.. squeezing me so damn hard. you want my cum that badly, baby?â suguru groans, faintly throwing his head back.
ây-yes, pleaseee,â you whine, your cunt sucking in suguruâs cock at his words. the incubus groans, drilling deeper into your pussy, balls slapping against your ass. satoru intently watches suguru pound into your needy hole relentlessly, turning you into a crying and moaning mess. his dick twitches at the sight of you two connecting, making him wonder what itâd be like to be in suguruâs position. it even turned satoru on when he sees how suguruâs fucking you, and the sensual strokes you give his cock doesnât seem to stop him from reaching an orgasm.
âfuckkk, holy fuck-â suguru chants, his eyes nearly rolling back because of how satisfied his dick was feeling. âwe should make her ours, satoru. make her our little cum dump, yeah?â suguru glances at satoru, who only moans as a response when you swirl your thumb around his swollen tip. âseems like she wants to, satoru. the way sheâs clenching her dirty little cunt tightly around me tells me she wants to be our cum dump. that right, princess?â suguru utters, now staring into your tear filled eyes as he continues thrusting into you.
you nod your head several times, unable to formulate a proper response as you felt your next orgasm reaching. ââm gonna cum, shittt,â satoru groans, your soft hand on his cock driving him insane. âm-me too.. gonna fill your womb up with all of my cum,â suguru grits his teeth, and you havenât even realize his sharp nails nudging into the flesh of your skin.
in the next moment, satoru came entirely over your back and handâ while suguru fucks his cum into you before pulling out. you moan, legs trembling slightly as you feel suguruâs semen warming your baby room. youâre breathing heavily, desperately gasping for air as the two were switching positions, not that you noticed.
you found yourself on all yours and completely naked, face directly inches away from suguruâs cock while satoru had positioned behind of you, pushing your ass back against his hips. ânow itâs my turn to dump my cum in you, angel. iâm gonna give you so, so much~â satoru coos, not even giving you a moment to comprehend before shoving him cock into you. âa-ah, fuck-â your mewl, eyes widening from the deep penetration, instantly making you cum on him. âalready came? i just started, yâknow,â satoru grunts, thrusting his hips before slapping your ass.
suguru strokes his throbbing dick that was still hard, which earns your attention immediately. he chuckles, his other hand going to caress the side of your face. âyou miss my cock already, donât you?â suguru raises a brow, smacking the tip against your face before you nod. âyeah? t-then take my cock into your mouth- mmh, just like that- good girl,â he praises, pushing half his length pass your lips, groaning at the warm feeling of your mouth.
you bob your head slowly back and forth, sucking and slurping suguruâs cock while using another hand to pump the rest of his length that was unable to fit into your mouth. at the same time, satoru was drowning his cock deep into your cunt, fucking suguruâs cum out and making it stream down your thighs and onto the sheets of your bed. âs-stop squeezing me so much, angel. about to make me cum a-again,â satoru stutters, hands gripping tightly on your hips.
âmm- satoruu- suguruu~â you moan both of their names, pushing your head away to swirl your tongue around suguruâs tip. you clench your walls around satoru, despite him begging you to relax since it was driving him insane. âhear her, suguru? sheâs moaning our names like a damn slut,â satoru grins, slapping your ass again.
âyeah, i like it,â suguru replies, pushing his length into your mouth again, feeling your moans vibrate against his dick. âg-gonna fill her mouth with my cum too..â
âhey.. thatâs not fair..â satoru glares at suguru. or maybe it is fair and he just doesnât want to admit it. since the last time they had sex with someone, satoru was the one mostly occupying their attention and barely allowed suguru to interact. to say the least, satoruâs selfish and greedy, but of course if itâs his best friendâ he wouldnât mind sharing, which is why theyâre both sworn incubuses. âit is. but whatever [name] says, goes,â suguru hums, reminding satoru of the simple rules they established beforehand.
ââts okay- i want you both- to fill me up with your cum-â you intervene as suguru slips his cock out, exchanging glances between the two. whether the boys like it or not, youâd share yourself equally to them. that was the fair way, but it didnât mean theyâd stop bickering over you. wanting to get rid of their glares at each other, you attract their attention back to you by kitten licking your tongue against suguruâs tip and grind your hips back against satoru. âs-shit. i canât resist myself any longer, princess,â suguru moans.
satoru was loving the way you were fucking his cock by pushing your hips back against him, it made him pound you even rougher than before. âgonna make this pussy ours then,â satoru whines, his hips slamming harshly against your ass, nearly capturing your remaining attention away from suguru. âletâs fill every single one of her holes with our cum, âguru.â
âyou fucking bet,â suguru smirks to the idea, as if it wasnât something they planned from the beginning. the two of them moan, feeling you suck them in tighter, like youâre trying to milk all of their cum out due to the wicked statement. it aroused you, turned you into an even more filthy woman. âg-gonna cum in your pussy now, angel.. fuckkkk, take it all like a good girl,â satoru huffs, hoisting one of your thighs up.
as satoru was reaching his climax, he penetrates his cock deeper into your cunt, making sure all of his cum would reach into your womb like suguruâs did. you cry out, rushes of ecstasy flowing through your veins before satoru shoots his warm semen into you. at the same moment, suguru prods his entire length into your mouth, whether it fit or not, and releases his second load into the back of your throat. your mind is completely scrambled, cramped with lust struck thoughts of the two incubuses.
and just when you think that theyâre done, you find yourself lying back on your bed again and legs spread apart to where they both could fit in between. they both wore heavy erotic expressions, eyes practically sparking with hearts as they stared down at you.
it was like you were in a never-ending heaven with two sex demons. you already felt so addicted to the incubuses, like they were going to become a drug you could never stop taking. and well, you couldnât return the book anymoreâ not after experiencing this. they were going to be your little secret, your pleasures, your two fuck buddies that will pound their horny cocks into you wherever and whenever.
you keep your filled cunt exposed to them, moaning softly when their mixed cum starts dripping out. to them, it looked like you were desperately pleading for them to fuck you again. and thatâs when they knew that they were going to be summoned every single night.
âletâs make sure this pussy remember us, and only us.â
LOAFGETO. thank you for reading! please do not copy my work or publish in another media without my permission.
a/n: iâll let you guys decide who says the line at the end. ANYWAYS finally on thanksgiving break, im sooo done with school bru. ok lol hope u guys enjoyed. likes + reblogs are appreciated. <3
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haihaii!! your profile has been like.... THERAPY to me bc the aib fixation is back AND ITS STRONG ESPECIALLY TOWARDS CHISHIYA đđđ i love the way u write as well !!
so with this could i request a touch starved chishiya... like a chishiya that needs readers attention so bad but is too embarrassed to downright tell them "I WANT CUDDLES" or smth... still he does everything in his power to get readers attention atp the only thing left is to just BEG
also could i be đ¶ anon ? i picture myself being very active here from now on... have a nice day!!
Summary: Chishiya can't sleep without you.
Genre: Fluffy
Pairing: Chishiya x gn!reader
Warnings: None! :)
Word count: 784
a/n: Aghhhh i hope this is okay!!!!! That is actually so sweet of you, I'm so glad you've liked my account!!!<3 And ofc you can claim an emoji, hello đ¶!!
Chishiya tried everything to get you into bed with him. He tried seducing you, gaslighting you, and of course his manipulation tactics didn't work either.
All you were focused on was trying to fix the phone from last night's game. It was still on, so you thought it would be easier to get into before it powered off.
Every time he'd call your name, you'd brush him off. Mostly because he always used a certain tone of voice you've become far too familiar with when he tries to get what he wants.
All he wanted to do was kneel at your feet to tell you exactly what he wanted. To tell you he just wanted you to hold him, to tell you all he needed was your attention.
But he couldn't. He never has been able to ask for help, or ask for anything without feeling vulnerable for that matter. He was closed off, that's what people knew about him; that he didn't show those types of emotions in fear of being belittled.
Chishiya could feel his eyelids getting heavy and his eyes burning from keeping them open, but he knew no matter how hard he would toss and turn; he wouldn't be able to sleep without you.
It was pathetic, he'd admit that. It was a loop he found himself getting stuck into, and found there was no way out of it. He hid it pretty well, though. Through late nights where you'd fall asleep alone and wake up to him beside you. You truly had no idea he struggled so much.
He was so tired. He'd do anything if you'd just stop and sleep already.
And he found his last option, the one thing he dreaded the most.
"Y/n?" Chishiya whispered, his voice husky as he climbed out of bed and walked towards you with slow steps.
"What?" You hummed in response, never peeling your eyes away from the task at hand.
"Please," He spoke underneath his breath in an almost incoherent whisper as he stopped to stand beside the chair you sat in.
"I don't know what you want, Chishiya. No one is keeping you awake." You sighed, watching from the corner of your eye as he stood by your side, rubbing his eyes with his palms.
"You're keeping me awake." He murmured, watching your hands as they played around with the device's motherboard.
"How?" You said in defeat, finally turning your attention to him. You looked up at him with your hands thrown in your lap, clearly waiting for his response.
He let out a huff as he looked around the room; avoiding eye contact. When he finally looked at you, his eyes were soft and glassed over.
His next sentence was incoherent.
"What?"
[inaudible]
"Chishiya. Speak up, please." Your words were soft as you stood up from your seat, placing your hands on his upper arms.
"I can't sleep without you." He finally spoke, his words finally registering in your mind.
When he realized you had finally heard him, he felt like he could say anything. And with his new found confidence he continued to speak.
"Why is it so hard to ask you to touch me?" He breathed, letting his head fall onto your shoulder.
You smiled at his soft demeanour. You knew how hard it must've been for him to admit something so close to himself, especially since it was about you. You've found a new side of Chishiya you haven't seen before.
You brought a hand to comb through his hair as the other scratched up and down his bare back, "I'm sorry, Chishiya. I should've just read your mind." You whispered against his shoulder as you held him close to your body.
Your words were an obvious tease, trying to humor the situation at hand. Which did make Chishiya snicker.
"You should have. You've always been able to." He muttered, wrapping his arms lazily around you.
You smiled warmly as he spoke, pulling away to drag his hand towards the bed. You climbed in with him closely behind you. He waited for you to get comfortable, before he joined you under the covers to tangle his limbs with yours.
"I'm proud of you, Chishiya." Your sultry breath hit his forehead as you mumbled against his skin.
He stared down at the way your bodies fit together, processing your words with a smile he knew you couldn't see.
"Now go to sleep, 'm here." You spoke once more into his skin, kissing his forehead and massaging your fingers into his scalp.
His cold fingers danced around your bare skin, trying to bring himself impossibly closer to you before his body fell limp into a night's sleep.
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could you pretty please, if you have any request spaces left open, do a little something where y/n is like a ball of sunshine type character and nothing ever seems to break her or get her hopes down, but one day jason is suuupper pissed off about smth and he verbally takes it out on her and it makes her cry, and he feels bad immediately but won't admit to that just yet because he's in his asshole era (maybe this would fit titans jay better), and he just doubles down like why the hell are you crying that he's seen her handle waayy worse than this and still manage to stay upbeat, and she's like forcing herself to stop crying and pull herself together and she tells him it's cuz it's him and hes like oh of course you'd cry over me cuz I'm just so awful and she's like actually no cuz it hurts to be on the receiving end of his anger because she's a little bit in love with him. Angst is my absolute fav so that's why I'm asking for sadness đđą
Jason Todd x Sunshine!Fem!Reader
Note: Yayyy angst! đ„łđ„ł
"Oh, oh, of course it's me! Blame Jason Todd once again for being such a prick and an asshole!"
"Hey, Jay! Wanna train together?" You came skipping into the training room, seeing Jason already throwing a couple of strikes to a punching bag.
"Not today." He replies, refusing to look at you and continuing to hit the bag, quickly wiping the sweat dripping from his forhead.
"C'mon, just one quick sparring match, hm? Please! You said you'd show me how to do that cool headlock thingy," you kept your upbeat attitude, missing the memo that Jason was not having it today.
"Jesus, I said no! Would you fuck off, I'm busy," he raises his voice at you.
He was in a mood because just a few hours ago, Dick threatened to bench him if Jason couldn't keep in line. If Jason won't stop disobeying orders, Dick wouldn't think twice about taking the mask and cape away from him.
But when Jason raised his voice, your smile quivered. "Oh.. I'm sorry. Maybe later, yeah? I know sparring makes you feel better!-"
You were cut off by Jason, fully yelling at you this time. "For fuck's sake, can you not take a hint or are you really that fucking dense? I don't wanna fucking spar right now, and I don't wanna spar with you! So how 'bout you get this through your thick skull, and fuck off!" He didn't mean to say any of that. He mentally punched himself for ever opening his mouth.
He knows you just wanted to make him feel better, but his stupid brain made him take his anger out on you. He always admired your happy and positive attitude. He doesn't know how you keep it up. Every time you walked into the room, it was like an angel came in with a glowing aura accompanying you. And his heart always swelled at the fantasy that you shared that aura with him every time you spoke a word to him, every compliment you gave him, every smile you sent his way. He wanted to apologise, but his thick pride got in the way.
"I..." You could barely get a word out. Jason has never talked to you like that before. Hell, he never even raised his voice to you before. You hiccuped, your throat getting clogged up, and you felt like you needed to hurl whike your chest ached.
It was too late before you noticed the salty tears travelling down your reddened cheeks. And it was too late before Jason noticed his mouth talking faster than his brain could think.
"Fuck, now you're crying?" He scoffed, rolling his eyes. "There's literally nothing to cry over, and I shouldn't even need to tell you twice to leave me alone!" What the fuck, why won't he stop talking?
You tried to wipe away your tears and tug your lips upward to show at least half a smile, but a choked out whine escaped instead.
"Honestly, stop crying, would you?" He really couldn't stop himself. Words just kept vomiting out his mouth like that time he drank one brew too many last time he kicked some villain's ass. He liked that memory. Granted, he was throwing up buckets, but you were behind him as he was hunched over the toilet seat. You thought he'd forgotten the next morning, but he clearly remembered how you were right behind him, rubbing his back in comfort, telling him you'd stay with him as long as he wanted. He also remembered the way you supported him up while walking him back to his room. He remembered you tucking him into bed, placing a trash can beside it, making sure he's sleeping on his side. He remembered you quietly reminding him about the water bottle you left on his nightstand. He also remembered that bold and cheeky peck you left in the soft curls of his head while telling him to get some good rest.
"You literally got stabbed and had a near death experience, and you were smiling the whole time you were recovering! Now you're crying? And for what?!"
"You- You're being mean," you sniffled.
He scoffs again and lets out a sarcastic laugh. "Oh, oh, of course it's me! Blame Jason Todd once again for being such a prick and an asshole!"
You tried holding in your sobs, but that led to you almost choking on your held breath, your chest feeling full, and your head feeling sore. Jason wanted nothing more for you to slap him, hit him, shut him up. He wanted to tell you he didn't mean it, that he was sorry. He wanted to run up to you, hug you in a tight embrace, and tell you not to cry because he actually is a prick and an asshole.
"Literally, why the hell are you still even here! Get lost, I'm not gonna say it again!" He yells for the final time before going back to the punching bag. And after the few seconds he got back to it, he glanced at where you were standing and saw you were already gone.
He curled over, leaning his hands over his knees, panting furiously. He wasn't sure if the tiredness came from the punches or the yelling. Maybe both. But picturing the broken look on your face pissed him off even more. Not because you were sad. Because he was the one who made you sad. This made him hate himself even more.
He tore the boxing gloves off his hands, projecting them off somewhere in the room, and yelled out in anger. He didn't even notice he started crying himself.
It's been another couple of hours. Your cheeks were long dried, but that didn't stop your shallow breaths from shaking continuously.
You then heard light knocks coming from your door. You took 3 deep and calm breaths before going towards it to see who it was.
Jason was pretty much the last person you'd expect to be standing on the other side. Furthermore, him holding a small bouquet of flowers in his trembling hands was the last thing you'd expect him to present to you. But you were scared to make the wrong move that might tick him off again.
"Jason, can we talk later I-" You said slowly in a whisper, looking at the ground while shaking your head, trying to close the door on him.
"Y/n, please," he holds the door, leaving a little gap open between you and him. "I'm sorry. I- I shouldn't have yelled, and I-"
"No, Jason, stop. It's my fault. I shouldn't have pushed you, and I'm sor-"
"Don't you dare apologise." This time, when Jason raised his voice, it was different. It was softer. "It's not your fault. I was just angry, and I took it out on you. The only thing I was right about was that I am a prick and an asshole. And- and I took your gorgeous smile away from you, and-" He started to word vomit again, but this time, it made your lips tug upwards. "And I don't want you to fuck off or get lost. I never want you to get lost because your so amazing and."
He continued his rambles and didn't notice that you opened the door wider. He tore his gaze away from the ground, and his heart raced when he felt your hands cupped around his own that were holding the flowers.
"The flowers are really pretty, Jay," you smiled at him.
Your happiness was so magnetising that he mirrored your smile. But it faltered. "I'm sorry," he repeats. "You shouldn't have cried over me because of how much of an asshole I am.."
You sighed, taking the flowers from his grasp and holding them close to your chest, your finger gently gliding over some of the petals. "Let's be real, Jason, you're always an asshole. But... I was crying because you've never been so angry at me before. I was crying because I hated knowing that I was the one who pissed who off."
"Shit, oh, sweet thing, no," he quietly replied, holding both your shoulders, making you look at him. Your face warmed at the nickname. "You- You didn't piss me off. I was already pissed off before that. It was just bad timing, and me being a hot head- you can never make me angry."
Neither of you realised how the two of you were in such close proximity.
"Well... you can make it up to me?" You say, your spark of sunshine and optimism coming back.
"Yeah- yes, how, I'l do anything," Jason quickly replied.
You step back, walking to your desk, pulling an empty vase to put the flowers in. "There's a cute cafe that opened downtown," you started, admiring the arrangement of flowers. "Go with me?" You shyly ask, back still facing him.
Jason smiled wider, thinking that alone time with you would count as a date. "Of course, sugar. Anything else?"
You giggled and turned around and crossed your arms. "Yes. You're paying, obviously," you walked up to him.
"Obviously," he copied.
"And I want this to be a date." This was a new, bold side to you. You've never been this straightforward before.
Jason glances up to the ceiling for a few seconds, pretending to think. "Yeah," he places his his hands on your waist, your own resting on his chest. "I think that could be arranged."
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WHO KNEW? đđ - PART TWO
No outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader
"You took my hand, you showed me how
You promised me you'd be around (...)
I took your words and I believed in everything you said to me (...)
If someone said three years from now, you'd be long gone, I'd stand up and punch them out, 'cause they're all wrong
I know better, 'cause you said forever, and ever, who knew?"
Summary: even against your wishes, your bond with the Millers straightens and a series of events causes you and Joel to get closer, enough to spike the fear of falling again for him
âą This is the second part of Who Knew? đđ Which was also inspired by this amazing HEADCANON request
Warnings: angst, broken hearts, mentions of divorce, mentions of infidelity, fluff, age gap (Joel is four to five years older than reader and the time skip is 12 to 14 years (Sarah's age) but feel free to imagine whatever you want), house breaking, protective Joel, sexual tension
A/N: so besties, I've been obsessed with this idea, and I hope you enjoy it as well! I mean, I've been writing a little more than 1k words a day, there were some parts I thought were good and some were not so good, as a final result, I don't know, I really hope you all enjoy it my lovelies! It's so hard to resist Joel, isn't it?
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If someone told you one day, after a decade of being divorced from Joel due to the huge heartbreak he put you through, your bond with the Millers would straighten once more, you would stand up and punch them out. It was so ridiculously absurd to think you would become closer to the man who chewed you up and spat you out and even if he had indeed changed and was a better person, wasn't enough to make you forget what happened. Yes, you had forgiven him, but not forgotten what went on between the two of you, and even if a part of you desperately begged you to stay away and never talk to Joel again, destiny was pretty ironic at its doings and made you and his daughter, Sarah, become friends. You didn't mean to, and you were sure that if it were up to him, he wouldn't have said yes either, but you never knew she was his daughter and he never knew his daughter's friend was⊠well, you.
After he did some working at your home, he had asked you out, which you actually considered, but then dismissed the idea completely, there was no way you would put yourself through that again, even if he was even more handsome than when he was young, even if he did make your heart race and pound like you were some inexperienced teenager and even if late at night before falling asleep you closed your eyes and replayed in your mind the last kiss you cherished. Even if you focused hard enough and could still feel his warmth, the heavy grip of his hand on your waist, the way his beard that now was sprinkled with grays here and there scratched your skin and how Joel Miller still had the best kiss you'd ever tried. For a moment it had felt so right, even if it was wrong, and a hidden part of you, the part that just maybe didn't despise Joel that much often allowed you to wonder what would actually happen if you had given him a chance to take you out, would it have been really that bad? You would've gone somewhere to drink or grab something to eat, hang out, perhaps even dance and of course you would end up in Joel's bed, hardly any woman would pass up this opportunity. For a moment you wish it could've been that way, but unfortunately, you and Joel were done. After you turned him down you still shared a last kiss and then you both went back to your own lives, the only thing that connected the two of you in the past was the failed marriage you had just as the only thing that connected the two of you in the present was Sarah.
She was the loveliest girl you'd ever met in your life, so smart and sweet, always kind to everyone, responsible and even if you had had problems with her dad, you couldn't help but feel sorry for her and the fact her own mother didn't want to be around; it sounded crazy to you that woman could give up her chance of being the mother of a wonderful little girl like Sarah, even if Joel had killed any kind of desire of getting involved with someone to the point of building up a family. Not to mention Joel himself, he was a handsome, hard-working man, and he had been a good husband before Angela ruined your life. You knew she wasn't the only one to blame, Joel was a real dick, but now you certainly had two reasons to hate her: the fact she ruined your marriage and that she abandoned her daughter.
After Joel took over the renovations in your home, Sarah continued coming over and even if you felt sort of guilty from keeping the truth from her, you also knew it wasn't your place to tell her, if anything, you and Joel needed to do it together. You couldn't ruin the perfect image she had of her dad, because he was a great father to her and no one could deny that. Overall, you really enjoyed her presence; it wasn't uncommon for her to tag along during lunch time or spend the afternoon reading on your couch. Sometimes you wondered if she didn't have enough friends to hang out with, after all, Joel was busy throughout the day and any teen would take the opportunity of freedom to do whatever shit they wanted with them without having to give their parents the time of the day, but that didn't make any sense, not with Sarah being a sociable girl like she was, so when the realization that she sort of envisioned you as a motherly figure at some level, you felt quite shocked. If life hadn't pulled some unfunny tricks along your way, she could've easily been yours and Joel's daughter. You tried to shake it off and pretend she didn't see you that way, but looking back at your interactions it was undeniable; Sarah opened up to you about things she certainly didn't with Joel, from the pain of periods, to problems with girl friends and boys. It was amusing until Sarah began questioning you about it, asking you about your love life, past relationships and why you were single. You felt bad about not telling her the whole truth, but it was a complicated situation. Especially when she came up with the idea she really considered it to be genius
"Why don't you date my dad?!"
She asked you one lazy afternoon, making you choke softly at the water you were drinking, looking at her shocked and speechless for a while, her sweet smile was impossible to make you get mad at her, and above all it was a genuine question, she wasn't just messing with you.
"What?! My dad looks good, he works hard and he would make you very happy!" She cheered innocently, which caused your heart to sink.
"No⊠I wouldn't date your dad, he's incompatible⊠I mean, we are incompatible, I'm sure we wouldn't get along"
"Why?! Is it because you have more money than us? Dad does say you are way out of his league"
And you were shocked and speechless once more. Joel had talked about you to Sarah? And he had told her you were out of his league? This information should have made you scoff and roll your eyes, and not make your cheeks heat up while you blushed.
"No Sarah, Jesus no! It's got nothing to do with money or anything⊠I mean, your dad works hard and he should earn more than he does, because he is very dedicated and well, an honest working man like Joel can be worth a lot more than a rich guy, trust me" you sighed as she stared at you intently "but the thing is⊠I've been married once, I was too young, it was disastrous, it didn't work obviously, I got hurt and well⊠your dad sort of reminds me of him, my ex-husband I mean⊠It's hard to explain, but no, I wouldn't date your father"
You hated that you lied to her, well, half lies at least, but you wished you could be honest, Sarah was an important part of your life and it would be a lot easier if you three would come clean about everything that happened; on the other hand, you couldn't even imagine the mess you would make in her poor little head, as it was pretty messy and fucked up for you as well whenever you stopped to think you were friends with your ex-husband's daughter, the one he had with the woman he cheated on you with and that simply walked out and abandoned him. It even sounded made up, so you offered her just the piece of information you could. Sarah reached out to you, taking your hand in hers and caressing your knuckles, she gave you a sympathetic look and nodded
"I'm so sorry⊠I can't even imagine how you must feel, he didn't deserve you anyway, you can be sure you are way better than him, and well, I am just glad dad isn't like that, he's a nice guy, he would never do such a thing to anyone. I just feel like he deserved more too, you know? That woman⊠my mom, even if she shouldn't be called that, just broke his heart and disappeared. Uncle Tommy told me she never really wanted to have me in the first place and if it weren't for dad, you knowâŠ" She looked down trying to hide the thick sadness that fogged her face and it was your turn to reach to her, taking her hand, but seeing it wasn't enough as you got up and walked to Sarah, giving her a hug.
"I don't know, I just wish dad would find a nice girl like yourself and then he could be happy, I mean, we all couldâŠ"
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Joel groaned at how annoying his brother really was, he didn't get why Tommy would always pry into his fucking business instead of handling his own life, Joel was a grown man and he didn't need anyone trying to set him up with women or just inviting him out out of pity. He could take care of himself; he didn't need to meet women or be in a relationship, he was fine the way he was, his life was already way too hectic the way it was, whenever he felt lonely he could just pick up some woman at a bar and get laid and then go back to his everyday routine. And yet both Tommy and Sarah kept on getting on his nerves, always suggesting him to one girl or another or trying to drag him on double dates. When Sarah had casually told him to ask you out, completely oblivious to the fact he had already done it and you shut him out, Joel was at a loss of words, he tried playing cool but he couldn't deny the mess his feelings had become. He wasn't sure how to suppress them, not after that one kiss. That must've meant something, you wouldn't just give him a speech of how uninterested you were and how you two would never work out again and then kiss him like that, you probably still had feelings for him, if not feelings, at least desire, and as much as he would love to act on it, he didn't want to force things up, to he pushy and make you uncomfortable. He'd hurt you too many times to learn that if you'd asked him to stay away, he should stay away. Not only that, Tommy was completely onboard with everything you had said, to him, the fact Joel was crushing on his ex-wife more than a decade after breaking her heart was a clear sign of madness. He figured Joel still had feelings for you, even if Tommy wasn't one to settle down, he couldn't understand how his brother went from madly in love with his pretty young wife to a terrible husband and finally the asshole who dumped her for another woman. He knew that the passion Joel felt for Angela was strong, but even more than just a burning passion, lay that undying love he'd felt for you, and he was sure it wouldn't simply go away, which didn't necessarily mean that Joel surrendering to that love was a smart move. Quite the opposite, it was probably the dumbest thing Tommy had ever heard in his entire life. How could Joel even keep any hopes of getting with you again?! It hadn't worked, too many people got hurt and all he wanted was that his brother could actually see that, so he simply discouraged Joel from getting anywhere near you, as if it wasn't bad enough Sarah had been dragged accidentally into this story, he didn't want his brother suffering around. So he set his brother up on a date, something that Joel hated with passion but since he was feeling particularly hopeless that night he ended up accepting it.
He was usually very against being set up on blind dates, but Joel had created a depressing ritual of always going out and grabbing a drink whenever he came across the date that would've marked his wedding anniversary with you. Joel often heard men were forgetful and didn't remember important dates, but he had never been like that, always keeping the important dates fresh in his mind was something common, ever since he was a child, especially when they brought him strong emotions, such as the ones he shared with you. He thought it was a little stupid at first, but he found out that it helped him cope with the guilt and the doubts that always clouded up his mind. He would sit at a bar and wonder where you could be, how your life would have been like and if you ever thought of him. It sort of became his thing, but this year, for the first time, he knew the exact answers to his questions, and it was so odd, he decided to take Tommy's suggestions to go out with a friend of his brother's girlfriend, he didn't really care nor paid attention, he just exchanged numbers with her, showered and got dressed after work and headed for the restaurant.
And just as he had predicted, it had been another disastrous date. Not that the girl wasn't pretty, she was, but she was just exhausting; her conversation was tiring, her subjects were boring and overall, she just wasn't you. Joel didn't understand why he was having it so bad for you, he knew he shouldn't, he should forget about it all and focus on something else, but as much as he tried not to think of you, more he thought of you. It was maddening. He couldn't help himself but compare the two of you: you were prettier, smarter, funnier, you dressed and smelled better than that random stranger he saw himself being forced to have dinner with. And he wished with all his heart you could be on that date with him; if only you gave him just one chance to show you he was a better man, he would never hurt you like he did before, give you a chance to redeem himself and make you happy exactly the way you deserved it, he would be the happiest man in the world. Life wasn't gonna make things easier for him, and deep down, he knew he didn't even deserve it in the first place, so he tried once more paying attention to his date, which didn't last very long and the moment he saw the opportunity to leave, he grabbed it like a life preserver in the middle of the ocean and headed to a bar - alone, and only after paying for the check, after all, Joel Miller was still a gentleman.
Your wedding anniversary had always been a tricky date for you; there were years you went completely unaffected by it and years you felt like dying. For the first time, however, you were closer to Joel than you'd always been in the years before, and because of that, you decided you deserved better than just stay home and have some bland dinner by yourself, you would go out and perhaps meet other people⊠And your plan went really smoothly for a while; you got to a nice bar, dressed nicely, dragging some male attention towards you and even got paid a drink by a handsome stranger who waved from afar. It felt like a promising night, until Joel Miller walked in and looked for a table, and he looked devilish handsome as he did so. You bit your lips feeling the alcohol rushing towards one direction at the same time you censored yourself: no matter how lonely and needy you were feeling nor how handsome he was, you couldn't simply feel the hots for him. As if he'd just read your mind, Joel turned around, his eyes falling right on you, his gaze softened up and you saw him running his tongue through his lips, deciding whether or not to walk towards you.
Of course he did it.
The moment he approached, Joel noticed the sadness in your eyes and he was sure you were the for the exact same reason he was, and it was just another motive to get closer to you; taking the chair next to you, he asked the bartender for a drink and as soon as he had it in hands, he stared at you.
"Happy wedding anniversary, darling" he tilted his glass against yours, as you just nodded and took a long sip.
"Happy wedding anniversary, handsome" you replied in a mockery tone using the old nickname you used for him. Handsome was a word that really described him, your Joel. He had always been a handsome man, but how well time treated him was impressive to say the least. He looked so good, he was bigger, broad and stronger. His dark hair had become a little grayer, just like a few patches all over his beard, and that suited him like a damn velvet glove. The way his shirt hung tight around his shoulders and down his arms, eyes lingering on him for way too long, as a warmth spread through your cheek and Joel chuckled
"Funny how you still blush when I'm around⊠Exactly like old times" he grinned and took another sip of his drink, which was enough to break you free from the spell you were under.
"What are you doing here? I thought I'd made myself pretty clear, Joel" you sighed and stared down into your glass.
"I'm doing the same as you are, darling⊠I'm thinking about all the bad decisions I made in life. You have been pretty clear, I ain't going to bother you, but I just missed you⊠it's so weird to see Sarah getting home everyday so excited over you, talking about how nice and awesome you are and I have to pretend not to know about it"
"Yeah? And you think it's easy for me to spend the whole afternoon listening to her talking about what an amazing dad you are? How you are awesome but very unlucky to have had your heartbroken by her mom?" You raised your eyebrow and chuckled
"She really say that?" Joel's expression showed a slight shock "she said I was an amazing dad?!"
You tilted your head at his surprise and bit your lips, perhaps it was just the drinks you had that softened you up a little, but when you saw it, you placed your hand on his arm and shook your head
"Yeah? Why are you so surprised? You are an amazing dad, Joel⊠that girl loves you more than anything in the world, she idolizes you, of course, she thinks you work too much and that you could both spend some more time together, but other than that, it's clear you are a great father. I was very surprised when we met again, to see your change, I never really thought you would become a better person, not after what happened, but it's nice to see Sarah changed that" you smiled softly at him, and that just melted Joel's rough heart, he immediately took your hand before you could move it away and caressed your knuckles softly, his gaze still making you pathetically shy, as he pursed his lips and you remembered how good they've always felt on your own and also all over your body.
"You know she also sees you as a mother figure, right?!"
"Yeah, I was reluctant to admit it at first, but she does⊠I guess she needed that, you know? A woman she could talk to about girl stuff, things she cannot talk to her dad or her uncle Tommy" you smiled "I really like Sarah and I'm very glad you allow us to be friends, I understand it is a really odd situation for you, as it is for me, but I like her a lot⊠you know, if things had been different, she could've been my daughter⊠our daughter" you sighed "things could've been different Joel⊠you know what made so hard for me to forgive you? It's not exactly you falling for Angela, of course, rejection hurts a lot, but sometimes it happens, sometimes you fall for someone you shouldn't have, but what still breaks my heart is that you lied to me, you played with me instead of coming clean. You just kept me around even if you didn't want me anymore, so just you would have a comfortable option in case it didn't work with her, and that was what made me feel worse⊠it made me feel unworthy, because you could still have been considerate of me and just break things up before it all happened" you shrugged
"Darling, I-" he squeezed your hand tighter but you pulled it away
"I'm not trying to make you upset or anything, all I am saying is that things could have been different between us, they should have been at least, if not staying married, having a child and building a family together, then at least having your honestyâŠ"
"What can I do so you forgive me?" Joel asked, his voice breaking a little as he tried to hide the emotion growing at any minute.
"I've already forgiven you Joel, I already told you that⊠but I can't forget what happened, it will always haunt me" you sighed "too many things happened and as much as I had loved you, I think I would never be able to trust you"
"Please, I have changed, it kills me to know I've hurt you so much, I wish I could go back in time and undo everything that I did.. please, darling" Joel begged you with those brown soft eyes, his hand cupping your cheek in a warm caress and even if you closed your eyes and leaned into his touch for a while, you knew you couldn't let yourself fall into his touch, because if you did, there would be no turning back.
"If Angela returned today, Joel⊠imagine if she came back and tried claiming you and Sarah, would you still care about me? Because I don't see this happening, Joel. Honestly, what I think is that you want me because you feel bad about what happened and because you couldn't have who you really wantedâŠ"
His expression was indecipherable and for a second you thought he would say something, but all he did was pull you closer, gluing your lips together in an urgent kiss, you could've fought it, but you didn't; instead, you kissed him back, taking your hands into his curls and tugging at them more and more each time Joel pulled you even closer.
Only when the two of you broke the kiss, he looked into your eyes, his thumb stroking your bottom lip gently
"There isn't anyone I want but you, I never stopped loving you, darling⊠even when Angela was around, she couldn't compare to you" his words shattered your heart, as much as you wanted to believe that, you still couldn't. You grabbed his hand and sighed
"Don't do this again, Joel, please. You've ruined too many things for me alreadyâŠ" you got up and said goodbye "we can't, you know it"
"What have I ruined for you, darling? Tell me and I'll fix it, please"
You chuckled sad and shrugged
"Joel, you even ruined Queen for me'
You walked away from him, leaving him there with his drink and his thoughts, a puzzled look out of confusion in his face trying to figure out exactly what the hell you meant by that. Just as he saw you disappear out of the door, he realized what meant as he paid attention to the lyrics of the song playing in background:
"Love of my life, you hurt me
You've broken my heart
And now you leave me
Love of my life, can't you see (...)"
And even if Joel wanted to be rational and convince himself he'd lost you for good, his heart still insisted on wanting what he couldn't have.
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Your car parked in Joel's driveway was the last thing he expected to see that night, after working excruciatingly and failing his promise of getting home earlier to have dinner with his daughter. He knew Sarah was probably waiting, disappointed but also used to it, full of having some sandwich or any other snack she could find. He cursed himself for getting so caught up at work, he didn't mean to, but he had done it again, after all, he had to attend an important meeting with a possible new client and then he would need to wait for the arrival of a bunch of materials that had been delayed for weeks, and even if he knew his daughter was safe with you, he still felt upset to have not given her the attention she needed. However, you had never been to his house before, that was something that you established from the very beginning and when he kissed you at the bar a couple of weeks ago, Joel was certain that was the end of seeing you, occasionally or not. He was sure you'd never shut Sarah out, you liked her for real, and she reciprocated the feelings; besides, you were a decent enough human being who knew you didn't have to mix things up. So, the fact you were indeed at his home, was concerning to him, who parked and immediately left, getting inside wanting to see what was going on. The moment the door opened in one hard swing, you got off the couch and walked to your ex-husband
âHey Joelâ you said, a little shy, suddenly, the fact you were standing in the middle of his home uninvited made you extremely embarrassed, as it felt you were somehow intruding on his intimacy. Since the divorce Joel had moved into a new house, bigger and cozier, a nice backyard with a decent swimming pool was something that drew your attention; you smiled at yourself, knowing how much Joel loved swimming, so it made your heart warm to see he had accomplished something that seemed quite small, but it meant a lot to you.
At first, when you saw the house, you couldn't help but be invaded by a furious jealousy of the possibility Joel had built that house for her, Angela, instead of you. Luckily, Sarah clarified he only started to build it when she was a toddler and that Tommy helped him, and that's why he often crashed there. You chuckled to yourself, that was typical of Tommy, but overall you felt proud of Joel and everything he achieved, you knew he had potential and it was great that he actually worked on it.
âWhere's Sarah?!â He asked with worry and called her name once more, louder this time, frowning as you shushed him.
âI'm sorry I'm here, but she had a fever felt sick, I wanted to call you but she asked me not to an-â you were cut off by Joel simply climbing up the stairs and heading straight to Sarah's room, he felt a mix of guilt and worry weighing in his heart at the fact his baby daughter was sick and he couldn't be there for her. He barged into her room, normally, that would be enough to startle her, but instead, he found her peacefully asleep, clung tight to her pillow, dressed in her regular PJs. He touched her forehead wanting to check her temperature, but luckily her skin wasn't warm anymore. He looked at the door and found you there, arms folded and looking like you wanted to say something else, and then he just realized how rude he'd actually been to you by simply walking away and letting you talk to a brick wall. He placed a gentle kiss on his daughter's forehead and closed the door behind him.
âI'm sorry darling, I was worried and you should've called meâŠâ
âIt's okay, Joel⊠as I was saying, I wanted to call you, but Sarah asked me not to, she said you were having an important meeting and you would be home soon, anywayâ you licked your lips as you realized he was extremely late and probably feeling so guilty about it all.
âYou know, she was at my place and she was feeling a little down, at first I thought she was just upset because she wasn't invited to Melissa's party an-â
âThat girl is a bitchâ Joel said angrily and in such a defensive way that it was both cute he was so protective of his daughter at the same time it sounded hilarious to see him cursing another teenage girl. However, you had to agree with him, Melissa was indeed a bitch.
âYeah, I know right?! Anyway, I noticed Sarah was burning up with fever and since she didn't want me to call you, I decided to bring her home and stay with her. So I asked her to take a cool shower, gave her some tylenol and made her some chicken soup with the things I found in your kitchenâŠâ you both went downstairs and stopped in his living room. You tried not paying attention to how good your ex-husband looked after his long hour shift; his sweaty shirt so tight against his broad chest, his messy hair and that stressed attitude that would always melt away with a very intense orgasm.
âYou made soup?!â Joel frowned a little shocked and interrupted your drifting thoughts.
âY-yeah, why? Did I do bad?â
âNoâ Joel smiled softly and shook his head ânot at all, it's just that⊠I haven't had your food in so long and you've always been a good cook, that's allâ the nostalgia he felt was so big and it also warmed your heart, nodding at him âwell, I made some more in case you wanted to have dinner too, it's in the kitchen, you can help yourself if you'd likeâŠâ you offered him and grabbed your purse âcan you call me tomorrow and let me know if Sarah is better?â
Joel grabbed your arm gently and shook his head
âDon't go, not yet⊠just have dinner with me, talk to me for a while, I promise I won't try to kiss you or anything. Just keep me company, it's rare to have people over, it's usually Sarah and I and usually Tommy, but when they are out, it's just meâ he looked at you with a sad expression, and you understood perfectly: loneliness.
Coming back home to an empty bed at night. Not having anyone to rely on, to hold, to give you support and affection, to make love. So you nodded and smiled at him, sitting down with him at the table and grabbed yourself a plate, giggling at how hungry he really was, eating as if he hadn't seen food in months. He raised his eyes at you and stopped chewing, blushing as you wouldn't stop staring.
âYou know, you and Sarah have the same sad puppy eyes when you are sick?!â Joel raised his eyebrow at you and you laughed softly âsame red teary eyes, sniffing as someone takes care of you, it's actually adorableâ
âYou think I'm adorable?!â
âAdorable isn't exactly what you are JoelâŠâ you said letting your eyes wandering all over him and having your ex-husband to smirk at you
âYeah? You think I'm attractive?â
âYou know you are attractive, Joel, now shut up and eatâ you frowned softly and had dinner with him; it was a pleasant moment, spending some time together, without any talks about the divorce or the past, just two old acquaintances who perhaps had some kind of feelings for each other and shared a meal together. There weren't accusations, apologies or tears, just mundane, regular conversations and laughter. It was nice to have that moment with Joel, as you both progressed in a conversation about your lives and how things had changed over the years, truly catching up instead of arguing. When the subjected revolved around Sarah again, your ex-husband couldn't contain his curiosity anymore:
âYou never wanted kids, darling?â
You looked down at your empty plate, a glimmer of sadness crossing your eyes as you shook your head and stared at him
âNot after you, Joel⊠I used to want a kid, before, when we were together, but not anymore. I feel it's too late for me now, even if I'm still young, it just feels impossible, you know?â
Joel's hand rested on top of yours, he caressed it very gently and looked at you. He sighed knowing exactly what you meant, knowing you actually meant having a baby together and of course he blew it once more. He couldn't even describe the remorse he felt, even if you had spent the past half an hour having a rare moment of bliss tougher, he knew he would never be able to erase what had happened between the two of you. He wished he had a chance to do so, but deep inside, even if he did, he knew the damage had been done.
âIt's alright, JoelâŠâ you said shyly and got up as you picked the plates and piled them in the sink, he immediately walked to you,
âLet me handle the dishes, it's the least I can do, you know⊠after you took care of my daughter and cooked for us. I'm sure Sarah loved it, we aren't used to having homemade foodâ he chuckled as you nodded
âYeah, I figured, that's why I decided to make something elseâŠâ you said as you walked to the oven and opened it, showing Joel the freshly baked batch of chocolate chips cookies. He widened his eyes like a child and smiled big.
âThis is your favorite, I figured it was Sarah's as wellâ you said sweetly and got the tray out of the oven, although you mumbled something a couple of times, Joel hadn't replied to you, as he kept washing the plates without interruption. You didn't get why he ignored your question, it made no sense; just a few minutes ago you were both having a nice, sweet time together and suddenly he wasn't going to say anything? That was odd. You placed the cookies on the balcony and called him again, to which you got no reply so you just shook his arm a little calling him again.
He turned around and watched you
âWhat is it?â He asked with a sweet smile, making you even more confused
âI called you a couple of times and you didn't say anything⊠is everything alright with you?â And at that question his face fell and it was impossible for Joel to hide his sadness. He licked his lips and nodded
âYeah⊠it's just that⊠I'm kinda deaf in my right earâ he blushed and looked down in shame âI had a work accident some years ago and something blew up when I stood too close to it and wellâŠâ he shrugged and you felt your heart sink. Your poor Joel, always such a hardworking man, despite everything between you both, you never wanted him to be that injured. It saddened you to see how ashamed he seemed of it, even if he had no reason to be ashamed of it at all, and suddenly it made all sense to you why he was always subtly tilting his head to the left or standing towards that direction when he talked to you.
âI can hear it just fine, got used to it by now, but if you mumble something on my right it's kinda hard to meâ the simple and even innocent way he said that made you so sympathetic of him, but it was way more than just that. It made you want to hold him, to assure him it was fine and he was still nothing but perfect no matter what had happened.
âOh JoelâŠâ you whispered and held his head in both of your hands, gently, your fingers brushing against his thick beard as you got closer and rested your forehead against his âI'm so sorry honeyâ you whispered again and closed your eyes. He was determined to respect you and not get handsy with you, but the moment he saw you pulling him closer, he couldn't help doing the same; gripping your waist with large hands, just like he used to, exactly where they fit so well, he brought your bodies close together.
âDon't go, please⊠stayâ he whispered back, his lips were almost on yours, everything felt so right at that moment even if it was wrong. You hated how it felt like playing with fire: it seemed beautiful and appealing but you would get burned no matter what.
âI'm sorry, you know I can'tâ you said, moving your lips just an inch further and connecting with his, earning a hungry kiss.
For someone who desperately wanted to keep away from their ex-husband, you were certainly doing a shitty job. He needed you as much as you needed him, you both wanted each other, but you broke the kiss. It couldn't happen, your relationship was as complicated as it was and you didn't want to deal with that responsibility later. His heavy breathing lingered on your skin, at the same time he placed a soft peck on your neck, knowing all your sweet spots, that devilish man Joel Miller was.
âYou know you can call me, right? Anything you need, anything at all, just call me and I'll come running to you, darling, don't forget thatâ he whispered into your ear and more than a seducing invitation, it was a plea, from a hopelessly man in love who didn't know what to do to prove his worth.
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Joel's offer to call him whenever you needed was so tempting, because you didn't actually need to call him, but you wanted to. It made no sense, you were the one who wanted to keep your distance from him, but due to the latest events you found yourself wanting to see Joel each time more, just the thought of his presence brought you an excitement you tried not reading too much into it; you didn't want to admit you were crushing on your ex-husband, but then, how could you call the fact your heart raced when you saw him? How you blushed and felt sparkles whenever you touched him briefly - accidentally or not? It was tricky, it was a mess but it seemed Joel made you lose that filter that always kept you emotionally distant from everyone. After learning Sarah was alright, you felt relieved for her, and when she stopped by your home and thanked you for taking care of her, you felt that familiar warmth in your heart. It seemed the more your rational part fought for you to stay away, that you had been severely hurt by Joel and you couldn't afford giving him a chance to do the same for the second time, but your irrational side? The one driven by your feelings and desires?! That one only made you dive deeper into the Millers household. Your feelings for Sarah just grew, you were attached to her and she was attached to you, she found in you the female influence it lacked for years and she represented something you never had but wished you could. And her dad was something else⊠ever since that evening you spent together, having dinner, chatting and enjoying each other's company, Joel had told you you could call him anytime for any reason. It didn't matter if you wanted to talk, hang out or have him fix something at your place, he was at your will.
And then you weren't certain if your faucet was really leaking, or if your door was actually warped or if all of that had to do with the fact you were looking for an excuse to call Joel and see him. You didn't want to hire him and you didn't want to discuss feelings, talk about the past or hear all sorts of apologies, you wanted to have a nice, pleasant moment with him, just like you had the last time. It felt so familiar and yet so new; it was about the two of you being acquaintances but at the same time meeting each other, your older, more mature versions finally getting together and hitting off. That was the kind of interaction you wanted from Joel.
You just didn't know exactly how to initiate it, not without giving him any kind of hope or leading him into it.
So you decided to focus on work, like you'd been doing for over a decade. You liked your job, it was stressful as any other job in the world and the money was great. However, you had got so comfortable and used to working from home, the days you were forced to actually go to the office felt excruciating, but it was part of the deal and you had to do it. So you got up, got ready - not without texting Sarah to let her know you wouldn't be home that day - and went to do your business. It was also when you noticed something was wrong. You didn't know the car that was parked across the street, it was a little odd, as you got used to all your neighbors and it was such a calm neighborhood you simply noticed when there was someone from outside. Still, you shrugged and got into your own car, driving to work.
On your way back, all you wanted was a cool shower and some relaxing hours scattered on the couch, but you tensed up a bit when you spotted the same car you did in the morning still there. It had nothing indicating trouble, and yet, you had a gut feeling telling you it simply wasn't right, however, there was nothing you could really do about it. You thought of calling Joel, but you didn't want to risk sounding paranoid and overall crazy. What could you tell him?! That there was a car parked across the street?!
You groaned when you checked your email and saw you would have to attend a meeting at work in person the next day. You were so sure you'd solved everything up, so why would you have to go? It was probably one of those meetings that could be just a work email and it annoyed you to no end, but still, you had no other option other than attending so the next morning you were there, getting ready when you spotted the same car. You had no idea if it had spent the whole night there or if it had gotten there before you woke up, nonetheless, you were taken by the same feeling you did the day before, no matter if they were irrational or not, it was just overwhelming. After another day at work, you returned home and sighed relieved to see the car wasn't there. Maybe it had been just a paranoid episode, perhaps you were just reading too much into things and all the stress from work combined with your situation with Joel made you lose your grip on reality a little bit.
The fact was that after doing your regular house things, you decided to take a relaxing bath and sink yourself into your tub. Selecting the perfect bath bomb and adjusting the temperature, you got inside, groaning at how the warm water made your tense muscles relax and you could feel the knots undoing themselves; as you closed your eyes and relaxed, there was nothing clouding up your mind but Joel.
His handsome face, his smile, his curly graying hair. He was your Joel, but older, mode handsome, if that was even a thing, because Joel was definitely the most handsome man you'd ever met. You couldn't help yourself but picture him wrapping his strong arms around your body, perhaps a relaxing bath with Joel would feel so good, you wouldn't be able to to turn it down. Just to imagine his naked body holding yours was enough to spike so many things all over you. You didn't know if you'd ended up dozing off in the tub, but it was hard to say if any time had passed or not the moment you heard some noises around your house. You couldn't remember if you'd forgotten your TV on or something like that, you were sure you hadn't turned on the radio, but it was enough to feel goosebumps all over your skin. You left the tub, drying yourself as quick as possible and wrapping a bathrobe around your body, exiting the room as silently as you could, hearing whispering and steps all over the lower floor. You went to your room and looked outside the window, your heart racing the moment you spotted the same car you'd seen before. You didn't know what to do, you could feel the suffocating wave of anxiety taking over completely. You could hear their voices, because apparently there was more than one guy. They were robbing your home, but what would happen if they reached you? You immediately locked your bedroom door, so relieved to see your phone was thrown onto the bed. Grabbing it, you dialed the number you'd never forgotten.
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âCome on, darling, open upâ Joel's voice was the first thing you registered after you made the call, hugged yourself against a corner of your room and closed your eyes. You had heard footsteps climbing the stairs and how the thieves banged on your door, but you remained as quiet as you could. Just praying someone would show up to save you. You'd called Joel and he called the cops on his way over, he had dropped everything he was doing when he heard the raw fear in your voice. It was horrible you had your home broken into, but it made it even worse to think of what two criminals could do with such a beautiful woman like yourself. So he grabbed Tommy and they both rushed towards your place. Arriving there almost at the same time as the cops did, finding your front door busted open and a lot of valuable things such as your TV and your laptop gone. He had a baseball bat in hands, ready to attack whoever threatened your physical integrity and when he got questioning looks from the cop, he cleared his throat and explained he was your ex-husband - and friend.
âIs that really you, Joel?â You asked in a little more than a whisper, so glad to know he was there. You walked to the door and unlocked it, seeing Joel's worried eyes scanning you to make sure you were unharmed. Only then, you realized you hadn't gotten dressed, still wrapped in your bathrobe, but it didn't matter, all you could think of was looking for shelter into his strong, safe arms, sinking your face into his chest at the same time Joel caressed your back up and down, his lips planted a kiss on top of your head and another one on your forehead, wanting to soothe you and show you how safe you were from now on. He was there for you, it wouldn't absolve him from what he'd done in the past, but that didn't even matter to you or Joel, the important thing was that he was there, he came as fast as he could only for you and he would do it a thousand times more if necessary; you both knew that.
âI got you, baby girl, I got youâ Joel cooed at you, tightening the hug around your body and keeping you closer. And you had missed that embrace, you just belonged in it, and you never wanted to let go.
Joel held you through the whole process of talking to the cops, informing them about the strange car that was seen around your home and also listing every item they stole: your TV, an iPad, your laptop and your car. Even if you were safe among them, you couldn't help but feel that nervous, anxious feeling at the very possibility of being alone at home once more. Nothing happened in the end, but it could have happened, and though it sucked to have been robbed of so much valuable stuff, you weren't harmed, and that was what mattered the most to you and above all, Joel.
As the cops talked to Joel and assured they'd get in touch if any of it was found, he walked them to the door and turned back to you, finding you all shy and scared, hugging yourself and looking at him with sad eyes. You didn't want to be alone and you didn't want to have to ask him for company, you didn't want to sound whiny or pathetic, especially not after it was just a break-in without any physical damage.
âCome on, pack your bags and I'll take you home with meâ Joel's voice broke the silence and made you stare at him surprised âit can be for a few days, but if you aren't comfortable with that, then let me take you at least for the night, I ain't leaving you alone. Sarah's out at her friends in a slumber party or something, you can take her bed, or mine and I'll sleep on the couch, it doesn't matter, just comeâŠâ he extended his hand to you, which you gladly took it, and made his way upstairs, waiting patiently as you grabbed a backpack and shoved a few clothes and accessories you would need. You couldn't even describe how you felt at Joel's kindness. You were so comforted, so glad to see you weren't alone and that he was willing to take care and protect you. It didn't take very long to get your backpack ready, wrapping your arms around his neck in another tight hug, thanking him for being so gentle and earning only reassuring and affectionate words.
Once you got to the truck, you were welcomed by a whiff of his familiar scent, it smelled like Joel, your Joel and your heart warmed. He glanced at you while he drove, still seeing the tension all over you and his hand rested on your knee âyou must be hungryâŠâ
âI amâ you said, a little anxious and watched as he turned the wheel and changed streets. Even before getting to the address, you already knew where Joel was taking you: your favorite Taco place. You chuckled as you remembered that was your favorite date spot when you were painfully young; when life seemed so promising and Joel Miller was the man who made you stutter and sweat through your hands. Whenever he glanced towards you, your cheeks would heat up and you would feel like bursting into flames. And after you both got married, when things were still good, that was the place where he would stop by eventually, pick up some takeout and take home, as a way of spoiling and thanking you for taking care of him. As he parked, he smiled and cleared his throat.
âYou know, this is our spot, I never brought any girl here, with the exception of Sarah, of course, but much to my disappointment, she isn't really into tacos, which makes it exclusively our thingâ he winked at you and you nodded, a small, petty side of you felt thankful for the confirmation of Angela never been there with Joel. It was just a taco shop and yet, it was still one thing that it was so yours and Joel's and she hadn't ruined it with her touch. You felt even hungrier at that moment, relaxing to know you could have a peaceful dinner with your good memories and the man who somehow still managed to make you blush, stammer a little and sweat through your hands.
As you both munched on the food sitting down in the back of his truck, just like you did every Friday night more than a decade ago, you chuckled at how things change but somehow remain the same. He tilted his head to the side, wiping a little bit of sauce you had over your cheek, exactly like when you both were younger.
âI know this probably tastes like shit, compared to the food you've had over the years when you traveled all over the world, you know Sarah told me all about it because she really admires you an-â
You took his hand and squeezed it, then placed your hand on his chin making him look into your eyes.
âJoel⊠this is the best taco I've ever had, the most delicious takeout I've ever tried because you are here with me..â she whispered and smiled, seeing how his face lit up. Neither of you said it, but you were finally having that date he asked you out several months ago, when destiny decided to put the two of you together. As he saw you shivering in the cold wind, he did the honorable thing and took off his jacket, placing it over your shoulder and rubbing both of your arms. You thanked him and looked all over his truck
âWe spent quite a while in hereâŠâ you shrugged âand to think I lost my virginity here⊠you've always been a real gentlemanâ you scoffed and rolled your eyes. Joel laughed and sighed
âYeah, well, I've come along nicely, give me a chance and I'll show youâ he winked, flirting a little as you shook your head in disbelief.
âAre you serious?! Fuck off, Joel Miller! No guy will ever fuck me in the back of a truck, and especially not you!â You slapped his arm playfully, hugging it and resting your chin on his shoulder, feeling the wind against your face and looking up at him.
âJoel? Can you do us both a favor?â He nodded at you wanting to hear whatever question you had to ask him âplease don't let Sarah marry the first asshole she falls in love withâ
âI'm on itâ he replied, laughing softly and pulling you closer. Closer than you'd ever been to him, he just wished that night wouldn't end too soon.
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Lying in Sarah's bed was odd, to say the least; especially when Joel's room was just there, a hallway distant from you. After the moment - better saying, the moments you both had shared in the past few days and even more so that night, you felt things would escalate to another level, a level in which it didn't matter to you if it was right or wrong, It was just bound to happen. But once you got to his home, he showed you his daughter's room, the bathroom, and asked if you needed anything else and simply let you be. Which was what you wanted, it was what you had asked him to do the last time you'd shared a kiss, but at the same time you felt disappointed because you wanted more of him, more of your Joel. The sweet moments you'd spent together were weighing so heavily in your heart, and even if you hadn't forgotten about what happened, the new proximity brought a new light in your relationship with Joel; it felt nice and different, a good different and as much as you closed your eyes and tried falling asleep, you were simply taken back to the moment he held you, soothed you, caressed your skin and assured you everything was alright. Tossing and turning in bed while you wished you were somewhere else instead, anywhere really, as long as he was just next to you. At first, when the gentle strumming from the guitar got to your ears, you imagined you had dozed off for a few minutes, perhaps you had even started to dream, but when your eyes were wide open and the beautiful, familiar sound wouldn't cease, you knew that only meant one thing: Joel was playing the guitar.
It couldn't come from his bedroom, the sound was too far to be coming from there, so you knew you would have to get up and explore. Suddenly, you felt a wave of excitement. Not only did you love watching Joel play the guitar, but now you had a pretty decent and reasonable excuse to go after him. You didn't want to make things weird and be that kind of person to leave the other confused, with your dubious signs, but you were just following your heart at that moment.
You tiptoed through his house, doing your best to move in the dark, as you didn't want to startle Joel or make him think you wanted the music to stop. And then your heart skipped a beat when you looked through the window and saw him playing the guitar on his porch. The cold wind that bothered you when you both were out eating tacos seemed to have stopped, and just then you realized it was indeed warm inside the house. He was so relaxed, strumming his guitar and humming a song softly, you've always loved his singing voice, even if he was a little shy about it, you could sit down and watch him play and sing for hours. You opened the door quietly and rested against the doorframe, admiring it quietly the way he looked focused at his guitar. He played calmly and it was the most beautiful sight you could ever think of. You wouldn't be able to tell exactly how long you stood there, but when Joel looked up at you, you were already walking towards him.
âThat was beautiful, JoelâŠâ
âJust like you are, darlin'â
You both knew exactly what you wanted at that moment, how you took another step closer, one after the other and you suddenly were hovering over him. Joel placed his guitar down, he wasn't going to be able to hold himself back, not at that moment. In one single motion, he pulled you to him by the hips, a tight grasp around your body and kissing you deeply. You straddled Joel, your hands making their familiar way towards his curls, loving how they always felt under your touch. Unlike the other times you'd kissed, you knew you would both go all the way down, you wanted it, craved it and even if you knew what to do and where to touch, it also felt new, you were both were the same young couple who'd been so in love, newly married and full of hopes and dreams, but you were also a couple who'd lived separately for more than a decade, you had both experienced heartbreaks, passions, you'd tried and touched other people, but eventually, just like home, it you were drawn to each other. There was no way out. When you were shamelessly humping and groaning on top of him, Joel knew it was time to take things inside, to hell with his neighbors, he didn't care if any of them witnessed it, if anything, he wanted people to see what a lucky bastard he was to have you in his arms, that he was going to take you and make you his at least once more. So he got up, lifting you up easily, so easily, and took you inside, climbing stairs with you in his arms, he longed for you, he was hungry for your body, your taste, your touch. He needed you and Joel Miller was about to take it all. He placed you over his mattress and got rid of his shirt - his dark blue one, that looked so good on him - and let your hands wander his body. He didn't take long to undress you, nibbling your thighs in the process, he knew your body like the palm of his hand, with the exception the last time he'd visited it, his palm wasn't as calloused as it was now, just as you weren't so painfully hot as you were at that moment. You'd always been gorgeous, but at that moment, naked in his bed, it was the most beautiful and erotic thing he'd ever seen and yet he wanted it to make it forever. As he got inside of you, he didn't know how long it would last, how long you both would last, you were being way nicer and more compassionate than he would ever deserve it, but at the same time, something within said you shared the same feelings for each other.
Once you both reached your bliss, love bites, kissings, caresses and so much affection between you both, you relaxed into his arms, your head resting comfortably in his chest, and you felt at home. You still didn't know what the next day would bring you both. Perhaps you would stay together, or you would part ways for good, there was still so much to be done, to spoken, you would have to handle the fact and the consequences of not using protection with Joel, maybe that was a good reason to worry about , or not, you didn't want to think of it, just as you didn't want to think of how you both could ever explain to Sarah what happened, or how Joel would explain Tommy and you would explain your family how you got together, maybe even one day Angela could return, you'd learned the hard way life wasn't a bed of roses and you feared that if you agreed to be happy with Joel once more you would get hurt, one way or another, but all that wasn't important, not at that moment. All it mattered was you and your Joel in bed, snuggled up and worrying about nothing but each other. He nuzzled your neck, making you giggle and in return you pecked his lips once more. He wanted to say those three little words, but decided not to, not yet, instead, he wanted to show you it, now he'd had a taste of you, and he vowed himself to make you happy for the rest of his life.
He knew he had broken your heart, it was the worst thing Joel Miller had ever done, but he was going to win you back, because he wasn't going to give up happiness with you, not again.
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A/N: besties, how did I do? Did you like it? I hope you did! I honestly had planned on writing a sad ending, I was going to make reader move on from Joel once for all, but then, is it even possible to get over him? It's impossible not to fall for him and give him a second chance. A third part is possible but I have no idea when, and feedback is always welcome my lovelies â€ïžđ
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Hey there Lovifie.
I hate to bother you but can I ask for a request?
You see the thing is that Iâve been having a few bad weeks lately and the news I got today just really pushed me to the point that I canât stop crying now.
Long story short, Iâve applied again for another promotion within my department for my job; this would be the third time Iâve tried for one and for the third time I was passed over for someone else. I honestly donât know what Iâm doing wrong; why they're not choosing me. Iâm doing everything theyâre asking for, going above & beyond for them and more but apparently itâs just not good enough for them. I just donât know what else I can do.
Now I feel like Iâm not good enough for anything; I'm confused and it hurts. Can I please request a comfort fic of John Price or Poly141 comforting a curvy, Mexican female reader who just feels like she's not good? Please? đđœ đ
My dear, you are never ever a bother. Iâm really sorry to hear you have been having the last couple of shitty weeks, I sent you a message before and I hope this cheers you up a bit and everyone that may be having a rough time đ©·
I did it with poly141 because if we are looking for comfort we are going all out!!
The boys are back home and you know it, they got home last week, spending most of the time together, bathing in each other comforting proximity, helping them decompress after their deployment.Â
You didn't tell them about what was troubling your mind, they already have enough on their plate and you didn't want to bother them. Or that's what you thought it would be, a bother.Â
That's why you are standing before the door, knowing you have to enter but trying to recollect your feelings to be able to portray a happy face when you finally open the door.Â
But the door opens before you want it to, Simon's brown eyes staring at you. âWhat are you doing, lovie? The motion camera is going nutsâŠâ he trails off, looking at how you try your hardest to look fine. âEverything alright?â
You quickly nod, walking past him, kissing his cheek standing on your tip toes. âYeah, all good. Was trying to remember where I put my keys.â You laugh, thinking that it is believable as you enter. He doesn't buy it but chooses to stay quiet. You will talk when you need it.Â
You leave your bag on the floor next to the door, taking off your shoes and Simon helps you take off your jacket, hanging it on the hook next to Johnny's. âHow was work?â
âHorrible.â You think, but instead, you sight and murmur. âTiring.â
âDid I hear somebody say they are tired?â Johnny's voice beams in the room when he walks to you like a happy puppy, hugging you from behind and hiding his face on your neck. You move your hand back to pet the back of his head. âYou tired, mami?â
You nod, with a smile on your face. Closing your eyes when he kisses your cheek squishing your face with his. âThen eat dinner and straight to bed.â
âNo shower?â You ask with a raised eyebrow.
âNah, you are still clean for a couple more days. Right. Or are you stinky?â He says, moving his head back with a confused expression on his face, only for him to hide his face again in your neck making you chuckle when he sniffs your smell dramatically hard. âYeah, not stinky.âÂ
He pats your butt, as in signing the deal that you don't need to shower and you smile shaking your head.Â
His silliness is almost enough to make you forget the hardness of your day. Almost.Â
âIs she home?!â Kyle's voice sounds from the kitchen and you follow his voice like a moth to the light. Hearing Simon tell Johnny to go shower his stinky self, making him whine.Â
âHi, Riri.â You say, using the nickname he hates so much.Â
He groans, scrunching his face at you making you laugh. âI'm not Rihanna, love.â
âHm, but you sound just like her when you shower.â You say hugging him from behind, he is standing in front of the stove, taking care of dinner. Some kind of pasta getting boiled while he works on the sauce on the pan right in front of you.Â
So close to it, that when Kyle moves, threatening to tickle you for teasing him, you move your arm to shield yourself. But your forearm crashes with the pan, making it fall and burning you in the process.Â
Kyle manages to catch it by the handle just in time before burning himself or spilling it all over the floor. He turns off both of the stoves, to make sure nothing burns while he checks on you.Â
âYou alright, love? I'm sorry, I shouldn't have stood so close.â He says, but your eyes are glued to the spot of sauce on the ground. Almost nothing fell from the pan, barely enough to fill half a glass.Â
But the thought in your mind makes you write it at the top of the list of things you have fuck up. And it makes your eyes tear up with the feeling of simply not being good enough.
âSunshine.â Kyle calls you, cupping your face so you will look at him but his eyes follow you, seeing the sauce on the ground. âHey, hey, it's okay.â
âI'm sorry.â Your voice cracks making you inhale to try and calm yourself down. âI'm sorry, Kyle.â
âHey, what happened to Riri?â He asks with a kind smile on his face. âDon't apologise, love. It's okay, there is more sauce stuck to the spoon than on the floor, love. No problem, alright? Everything is fi- you are burnt!â
He cuts himself off when he sees your skin red with the burnt, he grabs your wrist pulling you to the sink to move your arm under running cold water. âI'm sorry, love. Poor babyâŠâ
âHi, mami.â Price says entering the kitchen, he must have just come out of the bathroom. Possibly kicked out by Johnny, because he enters the kitchen only wearing his pyjama pants, hair still moist. You look at him, eyes wet with tears making him furrow his eyebrows in worry. âWhat happened?â
âLittle cooking accident, nothing to worry about.â Kyle answers, rubbing circles on your hand still under the water with his thumb. âCan you pass the mop, please?â Kyle asks, pointing with his face to the sauce on the floor.Â
âI'll do it.â You say, trying to pull your hand from Kyle's grasp. âI spilt it, I'll clean it.â
âNonsense, you and I are bothering Johnny to grab the burns cream from the bathroom. Let's go, we might see his bubble butt if we are lucky.â Kyle jokes, winking at you, trying to get you to smile.Â
But you are already too deep in your own thoughts to do so, you sigh, rubbing your eyes at the sting of your tears and shaking your head. âI'm fine, I'm just⊠I'm just going to go to bed.â
âWithout eating?â Simon walks into the doorframe, handing the mop to Price who cleans the floor keeping an eye on you. âAre you grounding yourself or what, love?â
And you try your best to not cry, to hold it in, at least until you are in your room, with your privacy to cry yourself to sleep. But then Johnny also walks in, talking about if anyone knows where his towel is; and his blue eyes catch yours, shining with worry when he sees your tears.
âWhat happened?â He asks, repeating Price's words without knowing it.Â
You look at them, the four pairs of eyes looking at you, expecting an explanation, worry and curiosity clear on them. And it only makes your eyes sting more with a new batch of tears that easily roll down your cheeks.Â
It makes you cover your face with your hands, sobbing softly against your palm. One of them hugs you, pressing you against his body and you know it's Price for the warmth emanating from his naked torso.Â
âLet's go to the living room, the kitchen is too small for five people.â Simon comments, his hand resting on the small of your back, caressing comforting circles on it.Â
When you don't move, Price moves his hands under your armpits, raising you to hold onto him like a koala. Crying on his strong shoulder like a baby, a big baby.
He sits down on the sofa, moving you so you are sitting on his lap sideways, your face still hidden on his neck. You feel everyone else find their place around the two of you. Kyle is sitting next to Price on the sofa, your feet resting on his lap, his warm hand resting on your calf under your trouser warming you up. Johnny is sitting on the armrest of the sofa, his hand resting on your ribs, moving up and down as well, moving slowly to help you breathe slower. And Simon is kneeling on the floor behind the sofa, one arm bendt on the backrest of the sofa to lean his head on it and the other hand petting your head, brushing your hair.Â
But no matter how comforting his touches are at the moment, the door holding the tears in has been opened and they are rolling freely down your face into Price's exposed shoulder.Â
It's long after that, that you manage to breathe normally again. Still hiccuping but now oxygen getting to your lungs.Â
Simon is the first that you look up, moving your hand from Price's shoulder to grab Simon's finger, the man curling his finger pulling your hand to his. A soft smile on his face. âHey, pretty girl.â
Price looks over your shoulder, using his thumbs to dry the tears from your face, kissing your cheek. âDo you wanna talk about it?â He asks, the only answer he gets from you is in the way of shrugged shoulders.Â
Simon stands behind you, letting your hand fall onto Kyle's and groaning when his knees pop as he stands up. He sits on the opposite armrest from Johnny, next to Kyle and looks at your face when Price moves you lower so you are resting your face on his chest.Â
âWhat's wrong, love?â Price asks looking at you, his hand petting your thigh.Â
âI⊠I just keep fucking everything upâŠâ You admit, voice tiny, afraid that if you speak any louder the tears will return. âI ruined dinner, I ruined tonight, I ruined everythingâŠâ
âWhat are you talking about?â Johnny asks behind you. âYou haven't ruined anything, lass. Everything is right.â
âSurprisingly, Johnny's right, love.â Gaz says, Johnny making an offended noise behind you. âNothing is ruined, loveâŠâ
âDid something happen at work today?â Simon asks, regretting the moment you lock eyes with him and your eyes glisten with tears.Â
You nod again, melting into Price's arms. âWe are proud of you, you know that right?â Price says, making you sob again. âWe were proud before today, we will be proud tomorrow, we were proud of you weeks ago and we will be even more proud of you in the future.â
âYou don't even know what happenedâŠâ you sniffle, wiping your nose with the back of your hand.Â
âWe don't need to.â Johnny says. âWe know you. And we know that you always try your best, that you work your ass off and that you are a bloody good worker, love.â
âYeah, I just need to make my boss see it too.â You mumble, sadness being replaced by annoyance.Â
âWe can always murder him.â Simon says, earning himself a group groan of his name. âI'm just saying.â
âWhat Simon's trying to say.â Price says, turning to you again. âIs that if all four of us can see it⊠he will eventually see it too.â
âYeah, it's his fault he is so stupid it's taking him so long.â Gaz says, smile on his face.
âBut I'm tired of itâŠâ You admit, pout on your face as you lean your head back onto Johnny, the man resting his hand on your face, caressing your cheek.Â
âThat's normal, love⊠How about we take care of you, him?â Johnny asks, making you look at him. âLet's have dinner, then you and I take a stinky bath, and then⊠a movie? Some cuddles? Sounds good?â
You nod before answering. âYeah⊠sounds really good.âÂ
All of them but Price stand up at your words. âDinner time it is, boys.â Gaz says, walking into the kitchen as Johnny and Simon set up the table.
âShould we help them?â You ask Price, looking over his shoulder.Â
âNah, they can themselves.â He answers, cupping your face to give you a peck on your lips. âYou are amazing, love⊠don't forget it, alright? You are more important than your job, a promotion or anything going on, alright? We love you, cariño.â He says, accentuating the ârâ to make you smile.
And later, when you are sitting down with the four of them at the table, the only thing you can think about is about how lucky you are.
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Rip ur inbox tbh đ (itâs late while im doing this bc i canât sleep and my brain is absolutely COOKIG UP some ideas based on these prompts)
i spun the wheel and it was RIGHT between saucy and flavor⊠soooooo do with that what you will lol
prompt 3
Alastor x reader
Romantic đ
# 11
# 12
^ with those maybe He took reader out on a stroll around hell? (tooootally platonically.. he doesnât like them whattttt pftâŠ
and it started to rain?
(OMG WAIT DANCING IN THE RAIN???? LET ME COOK???
CONFESSION IN THE RAIN??? AND ITS ALL DRAMATIC AND SHIT AND THEN THEY KISS?? IM SCREAMING INTO THE ABYSS SILENTLY OMG???)
# 18 (iâm a sloucher im guilty of it lol but i alway try to adjust it with people i like. Sooo maybe reader adjusts their posture whenever heâs in the room because he usually moves his hand to her lower back and gently pushes it forward so she could fix her posture,so whenever she sees him itâs just an automatic thing? i think thatâs would be cute lol. this could be a hint that she likes him as a âobviously pinningâ thing)
Prompt 3, # 11 & 12 FLUFF! Jacket/puddle
I KNOW YOU REQUESTED #18 S SO ILL BE WRITING THAT SOON!
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You had accompanied Alastor out for a scroll around Hell. He had some business to attend to and you were more than happy to get away from the hotel for a bit.
It was such a lovely day, though a bit chilly than you expected. You walked close to Alastor to obtain some warmth.
You really didnât think your outfit out.
Alastor seemed to notice your shivering and placed his jacket on your shoulders. âCan't have you catch a cold now can we?â He had said, fastening the jacket.
You thanked him and continued on your walk.
It had been a while and you notice the weather start to change.
A wet drop on your nose had you reeling as the sky suddenly bursted with acidic rain. The two of you quickly huddled under a nearby shop covering.
You offered the demon his coat back, feeling bad that he would get wet form the rain, but he declined.
You were just too cute to be soaked like a dog.
âThe hotel isnât far Ithink we can make a run for itâ you suggested and the two of you were off.
You giggled as the two of you ran, the rain drenching your feet and Alastor as you ran through the rain.
Alastor blocked you as a big puddle rippled in front of you. He hopped over the puddle and gracefully had his shadow lift you over the puddle.
You blushed and thanked him.Â
You couldnt help but stare at him as the rain fell around the two of you.
His red hair was dripping, shirt soaked but he looked so handsome.
The rain wasnât so bad and you had reached the hotel.
âAre you alright my dear?â Alastor asked as you leaned against a pillar.
You smiled âquite alrightâ
The two of you stood there and watched the rain.
âThe rain is quite lovelyâ you said mindlessly, holding your hand out to catch the drops.
A warm body slithered behind you, arms outlining yours to hold your palms.
âNot as lovely as you my dearâ he drawled in your ear.
Your eyes widened and you turned slightly to see the red demon looking at you with such affection in his eyes.
âAl?â He leaned down and pressed his lips to your burning cheek.
âmore lovelier than Hellâs rainstormâ
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Idk if your requests are open or not AAHH! But if they are:
(Possible TW in my request for mentions of depression, anxiety, commiting di3 joke)
Could you do a reader with bad depression and anixety. And maybe one day reader makes a joke about 0ffing themself and then they dont show up to school for a few days
Characters I would prefer(from TBHK): Kou, Teru, Hanako, Akane(boy)
You can add more if you like! :)
Im sorry its not very specific, this is my first time requesting something
Also sorry i know topics like these are difficult for some people <3
depressed!reader who makes su*cidal jokes
Anime/fandom: Tbhk
Characters: Kou Minamoto, Teru Minamoto, Hanako, Akane Aoi
Warnings: I donât proofread, depressed reader, mention of suicide
A/n: just got broken up w by my pookie wookieâčïžđ
Tbhk masterlist | Main masterlist
Kou Minamoto
Is immediately put off by what youâre saying and is immediately concerned, and gets even more concerned once you get together and just stares nervously at you while stuttering, not knowing what to say
âThatâs so embarrassing, if that were me I would kill myself no doubt! Being so stupid like that, I wouldnât be able to live with myself!â You casually said while looking at a post on your phone.
âO-oh⊠ummâŠâ Kou is at a loss for words sometimes and tries to brush it off by moving onto something happier to distract you from thoughts like those
When you make a joke thatâs one day too far he genuinely seems so much more concerned and ask if youâre okay. He gets so worried about you that itâs best not to make jokes like that near him.
If you donât show up the next day, he gets worried and is immediately trying to leave school early even though he knows Teru will berate him later for it, he needs to see youâre okay and when he arrives to your house and sees you are, heâs very serious about not making jokes like those again and is invites you to his house more often to distract yourself and is willing to help you get help
Teru Minamoto
Gives you a nervous smile when you joke about suicide and even when you youâre dating he still gives you an obvious fake smile to not hurt your feelings. He knows that outright saying that if you need someone talk to talk to can be annoying sometimes so heâll try to subtly let you know heâs there
Whether itâs from talking about a topic of a documentary of a tragic life of some celebrity and all they needed help to having Kou telk you that youâre part of the family and that you can tell them anything when youâre over at their house
âI canât stop messing this up! God I really shouldâve taken those pills when I had the chance, what the hell!â You said angrily at the fact you couldnât get the string through the small hole in the needle.
Teru could only smile at you, he never says anything to your âjokesâ, but then he stops and just goes to frowning hoping that youâre not being serious
When you donât show up the next day, heâs not super worried and just assumes youâre late but sends you messages. But after a few hours the messages become more frequent and by the end of the school day heâs running to your house scared. When he sees youâre alright, heâs pissed and says enough is enough and heâs not taking anymore jokes and is instead going to help you
Hanako
He might laugh at your jokes, but itâs only so he doesnât worry you. Heâs not an unfamiliar when it comes to stuff like this and he knows you might now want to talk about it right away so heâs fine with trying to take it slow
On the inside though, his ghostly heart is scared that youâre it joking and youâre actually being serious. He canât bear the thought of you dyingâand especially dying this way so he keeps a close eye on you and has Kou and Yashiro even make sure that youâre doing okay
âGod, Iâm so stupid and uselessâ you say with a laugh as you look at your test result and shove the paper back in your bag
Hanako stares at you, and lets out a laugh thatâs believe enough. Heâs conflicted on what he should do, should he ask how youâre doing? What if you lie to him? Would you even want to talk to him?
It seems as if his worries have come true when you didnât show up to school the next day and asks if Yashiro or Kou have seen you at all and to message you on those weird electronic things. Yashiro only agrees to go to your house when Hanako asked because she too was worried about you. Hanako waits impatiently the next day and sees you and you tell him you were just feeling sick. If he could, then Hanako would definitely cry and basically forces you to promise to tell him if anything is wrong with a scared and worried expression on his face
Akane Aoi
Youâre the most precious person in his life so he takes everything very serious when it comes to you. A paper cut? Heâs getting ready to call an ambulance for you and is frantically asking you if youâre okay.
So joking about such topics near him immediately alarms him and hea on full protective mode with asking if youâre joking or not. He takes everything you say seriously, he cares about you a lot so to see you laugh about it, hurts him a little
âWhat if I jump out this window right now? I really do want to do this test!â You whined and looked over at the window that was right next to where you were sitting.
Akane had a prominent frown on his face, he knew you werenât exactly mentally okay and youâre jokes were becoming more and more frequent
Heâs on full panic mode when you donât show up to school the next day and the worst possible outcomes are immediately coming to mind. He hopes heâs wrong and is blowing up your phone and is willing to mess up his perfect attendance streak for you, heâll fix it later. But when he sees you overslept and your phone died because wig wasnât charged, heâs disappointed. He knew it was getting worse if you dying was what came to mind when you didnât show up so he pledges to help you
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emotional bruises · pt. ix
lando norris / carlos sainz x singer!reader
faceclaim: emilia mernes
a/n; hi! i hope you enjoy this part! the next one is the last part đ
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lando knew it. when max sent him that tweet he wasn't surprised. it was just what he expected. he had seen the look on your face when carlos passed by after the race. the glances you and carlos shared spoke louder that words did. he knew it because that's how you used to look at him. he knew carlos was trying not to be too obvious, but he kept looking at you to check how you were. and that's exactly what lando used to do before whenever you were around. he knew it all along.
carlos felt guilty somehow. he had been feeling this way since the day he realized he was falling for you. he felt like he had betrayed his friend. lando was one of my best friends within the paddock and he hadn't been honest with him. he knew lando wouldn't understand it now, but he hoped that someday he would. he was worried about you. maybe it was too soon for you. maybe you heart wasn't fully healed. maybe you weren't ready for this. but god how he hoped you would.
you felt anxious. that was not the way you wanted lando to find out there was something going on betweeen carlos and you. a few days ago, lando had sent you a text to congratulate you on your successful tour and to tell you how proud he was of you. just two days ago, you texted him to wish him good luck before the qualy. and yesterday he hugged tightly you after getting off the podium. for a moment you thought the war between you two was coming to an end. maybe you could've left behind all the bad memories. maybe you could've been friends. but now you weren't sure, not anymore.
fuck it.
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I was wondering if you would do more writing for L. Would you write a NSFW with Dom!L including bondage?
âȘïž~ hello, @incivilminds <33 here is your request!! I have done you so dirty dawg like this is actually so old⊠forgive me plsplsplsđđđđ also GODDAMN this is long as shit what
also yeah, i havenât been writing a lot for L lately, my bad yâall đ i will def be writing more death note soon
*ïŒâżâ nsfw ahead! fem!reader,ââżïŒ*
It probably hadnât even been a week since you had been captured, although it felt like it had been months. Vaguely, you recalled your wrists being wrenched behind your back mercilessly and a blindfold being tied roughly around your eyes. While you struggled vehemently against the chafing handcuffs that had been so harshly slapped around your wrists, someone, a man, had told you that you were under suspicion of being involved with Kira. Next thing you knew, you were tied up in a small, empty room, still unable to see or move with your body bound to a terribly uncomfortable metal board-like thing.
For a long time, you were scared out of your mind. For hours on end, youâd been interrogated by a garbled voice coming from somewhere in the room, and you hadnât been able to give anyone any information. You were hardly allowed any bathroom breaks, and you were only given the bare minimum of food and water to keep you alive. However, despite the small amount of time youâd been captive, the situation you were in felt more hopeless every second. You were sleep-deprived, mentally drained from all the questions every hour of every day, your body was aching like hell from the position youâd been in for what seemed like ages, and you were always thirsty or hungry. On a number of occasions youâd fainted, only realizing it when you were awoken by a stern voice from some audio device in the room.
When you heard the familiar click of the microphone in the room, you had just begun to drift off again- sleeping was really all you could to in this predicament, and you werenât really getting much of that either- it was hard to do so when you were literally tied to a board at 90 degrees and being watched every single second. And you already knew whoever had you captive now was tired of you asking to go to the bathroom every two seconds.
âY/N.â
The stoic but demanding tone of whoever was speaking was something you were used to by now- but realizing that you were probably about to be interrogated ruthlessly again by this mechanical voice was almost too much, especially alongside being deprived of most of your senses for so long like this. You couldnât find it in yourself to respond, instead barely lifting your head from its loll on your chest.
âGood. Youâre up. Now, tell me what you know about Kira.â
This again. You could almost feel your sanity slipping through your fingers.
You replied with an inaudible murmur, not even really knowing what you were saying yourself.
âSpeak up. I canât hear you.â
This time, you didnât respond, and dropped your head again, an overwhelming sleepiness suddenly coming over you. Today, you just werenât up for it- you couldnât care less what anyone did to you.
There was an unexpected silence for a few seconds- youâd expected the voice to resume its distorted badgering the second you failed to reply. But when the voice sounded again, its tone wasnât as stony as it had been previously.
âYou seem tired. How are you doing?â
Before you could stop it, a dull, bitter laugh burst from your throat. âHow am I doing?â Your voice was raspy from lack of hydration and to speak by itself hurt your throat. âDonât patronize me.â
More silence. For a second youâd thought maybe youâd made the voice mad, but what it said next surprised you. âWatari. Get the girl some water.â
Next thing you knew, there was shuffling beside you, and then a hard object at your lips. You could feel the cold air from it flowing on your skin, and then Watari tilted the cup towards your lips, signaling you to drink. However, you kept your lips tightly shut- you didnât want to accept any formalities from whoever was behind this.
Watari tried again, but this time you moved your head out of the way quite violently, feeling your hair dip into the water before your head hit the side of the cup, knocking it from Watariâs hand and spilling the cold liquid all over your body. It brought you a little pleasure to know that you were being an inconvenience, and now there was a mess to clean up. Besides that, now you might be allowed clean clothes.
Silence from Watari. You wondered if youâd made him mad.
âRyuzaki, the girl doesnât seem to be cooperating.â
You were a little surprised by Watariâs voice. Youâd thought he was a man on the younger side, but instead he sounded rather elderly. You shuddered to yourself.
âYes, I can see that,â came the tiny little voice through the speakers. It sounded like his or her teeth were clenched.
Ryuzaki. So that was your captorâs name. Even if you did get punished for your difficult behavior, at least youâd come away with a little victory.
âFeel free to depart, Watari,â Ryuzaki spoke again, the crackle of the feedback echoing through the room. âIâm going to come down there myself.â
He was coming down? You werenât sure if you were anxious or eager. Perhaps heâd finally finish you off.
âRyuzaki, are you sure?â Watari questioned.
âShe canât see me,â Ryuzaki replied coolly. âItâll be fine. By this point, she needs a change of clothes, anyway- the water in fact contained a light dose of a chemical that would make the girlâs mind a little weaker and relax some of her tension, perhaps draw the truth out of her- and I canât have it spilled on her clothes like it is now.â
Chemical? Draw the truth out of you? Any regrets about rejecting the water drained from your mind the instant Ryuzaki said that. Another tiny victory.
âGo ahead, Watari. Iâll be down shortly.â
Watari complied, and soon you heard footsteps depart from you and eventually vanish.
It was a little while before you heard anyone else again, and you waited anxiously, back aching against the cold, stiff board. Was he going to kill you? Or were you just in for more interrogation? At this point, youâd much rather Ryuzaki just end your misery. Even one more question and youâd go mad.
Despite your rising anxiety, you couldnât ignore the pull of sleep weighing down your eyelids and blurring your vision. It had been ages since youâd slept properly, and even the small intervals of sleep you managed to get were constantly disrupted by the crackly voice over the intercom waking you up to ask you the same set of questions. Because of this, while waiting for Ryuzaki, you actually began to drift off- but just as you were about to really fall asleep, you heard footsteps echoing throughout the room.
The sound snapped you back to alertness, making you jolt. The footsteps grew louder and louder, growing closer, and then they stopped right in front of you. You froze, body completely stiff- Ryuzaki had arrived. However, he didnât speak, which only made you more nervous.
After a few agonizing minutes, you at last heard a voice, allowing you to relax a bit- but it wasnât much. However, the voice did surprise you- it was a young man, much unlike the crackly sound youâd been hearing for the time that youâd been here. There was a raspy edge to it as well- you could say confidently that it certainly wasnât an ugly voice. In fact, it was sort of comforting in a twisted manner- it would have been worse if it was an old man watching you this entire time.
âMr. Matsuda, Aizawa,â Ryuzaki commanded, âturn off the cameras and the audio.â
What?
The two men Ryuzaki had addressed seemed to have a similar reaction as yours. âHuh? L- I mean, Ryuzaki, thatâs nuts! This is an interrogation!â came a protesting voice rather loudly through the microphone, the feedback making you flinch. It sounded like a much younger manâs voice, younger than Ryuzaki.
There was a brief pause before another, more mature-sounding voice came through the speaker. âYeah- Ryuzaki, we trust you, but is that something you really want to do?â
âI want to talk to our suspect alone.â Ryuzaki continued calmly, unfazed by either of the menâs protests. âMatsuda, please turn off the camera and the audio.â
This couldnât be good at all. Now you were almost certain Ryuzaki was going to kill you. Why else would he want the audio and video off? He couldnât possibly be letting you go.
Matsuda sighed. âOkay, Ryuzaki, if you say so.â There was a click, soon followed by a second one, and the feedback finally silenced.
You let out an involuntary whimper through your gag. Now you were really alone, and with the blindfold you only had your fate to ponder. Was this it?
You felt Ryuzaki move closer to you, and you bit down on your gag, anticipating his next move- but to your surprise, you felt slender fingers grasp your blindfold and undo it, the metal headpiece falling from your face.
Instantly, you were blinded by the light, and a series of shapes and light exploded in front of your eyes. Flinching, you automatically shut your eyes again, completely overwhelmed with sensory input given youâd been blindfolded for days on end with no break whatsoever. You didnât even get to see your captorâs face. However, you still felt when he removed the dirty gag from your mouth, the foul taste of the rag damp with your saliva finally leaving.
You couldnât help the giant gulp of air you took right after Ryuzaki removed the gag, having had a lot of your airway obstructed for almost a week. For quite a while, you just coughed and gasped, making up for lost breath while Ryuzaki simply stood a short distance in front of you and watched.
When your coughing spell finally ceased and you were able to see for the most part, you at last slowly lifted your head from its loll on your chest- coming face to face with your captor at last. And to say the least, you were rather caught off guard.
He was fairly tall, a height you would expect for a man about the age he looked, but that was about the only thing conventional about him. Youâd thought it would be a more refined man, polished and cold and calculating, like the head of an organized crime group. However, you were instead met with a pale face with wide, sunken-in gray eyes, a pallor over his entire body and his black hair wildly arranged all over his head. Along with that, he had on a mere white T-shirt and baggy jeans- and no shoes!- rather than the more debonair attire youâd expected him to wear. Pretty much everything about the man was in contrast to what you had thought him to be, and you couldnât suppress the shocked expression that came across your face.
Ryuzaki tilted his head at you upon seeing your expression. âSurprised?â
You said nothing, instead recoiling back against the metal board. No matter what he looked like, this was still your kidnapper who had held you hostage for five days.
âNo need to look so nervous.â Ryuzaki shrugged nonchalantly. It was as if heâd done this a million times. âIâm not down here to harm you.â
âYou arenât?â It just popped out. You didnât know you remembered how to speak words other than the same mantra of âYes,â âNo,â or âI donât knowâ in reply to Ryuzakiâs endless interrogation questions.
âYour enunciation is surprisingly good for someone whoâs had a gag in their mouth for the past several days,â Ryuzaki remarked casually, his eyes drifting from yours down to your lips. He placed his hands behind his back and slowly circled the metal board you were bound to, inspecting you closely. Revolted, you shrank against the metal as much as possible, trying to avoid his scrutinizing gaze.
Finally, Ryuzaki came back around in front of you. âYour tense body language would suggest that youâre rather wary of me.â He paused, inching closer to you still. âIâm not surprised.â
âNo shit,â you managed, giving the detective the most beseeching glare you could.
Ryuzaki tilted his head at you. âWell, itâs nice to see you still have at least a bit of fight in you, hm?â Then, all of a sudden, he brought his face directly up to yours, his wide gray eyes burning into yours and startling you. You recoiled as much as possible, but found yourself unable to break away from his gaze. âNow, tell me- what? Do you know? About Kira.â His voice was just a low hiss, and you felt your heart pound in your chest and your breath speed up. Determined not to give him the satisfaction, you retorted, âI told you already- I donât know anything.â
Ryuzaki pulled back after hearing those words, his expression going back to itâs normal stoic self. He didnât say anything for a moment.
âAlright. Since you donât seem to be cooperating, I suppose Iâll have to take on another tactic to get you to talk.â Ryuzaki turned away and vanished around a corner for a moment, and for a brief moment you felt scared that he was going to pull out something like a knife or a taser to torture information out of you. But when the detective reappeared, he had something you definitely werenât expecting him to come out with.
âA vibrator?â you sputtered, unable to contain your disbelief. Ryuzaki didnât seem rattled by your outburst at all, only fiddling with the device in his hand before looking back up to address you.
âI assume you were expecting me to emerge with some⊠torture device of some sort. But when it comes to these things, I find pleasure is a much more effective method of interrogation,â Ryuzaki explained, approaching you with the vibrator. âSince you wonât talk, Iâll just have to make you. Now, stay still for me so I can get these clothes out of the way.â Ryuzaki kneeled to the ground and picked up a knife, making you jump, but he addressed you again. âDonât worry. I just need to take off your clothes without undoing your restraints.â
This helped your nerves a little bit, but not really. Still, you figured it wouldnât be a good idea to fight him while he had the knife so close to your skin. Ryuzaki held you around the waist with one hand to keep your body still while he dragged the knife down the raggedy white garment you had on, slicing the cloth in half and allowing it to fall from your body effortlessly. You flinched when you felt the cold air hit your skin, but as your body was exposed, you noticed something odd.
âAh. Judging by the look on your face, I assume youâve noticed that youâre a little⊠messy between the legs.â
You looked up at Ryuzaki abruptly. You were indeed unusually wet, despite hardly being aroused- although even when you were you normally werenât this wet. âWhat did you do?â
Ryuzakiâs tone was indifferent, as always. âI had a feeling that when I gave you the chemical in the drink that you spilled that you would resist. However, I was prepared. When you were asleep earlier today, I managed to give you the aphrodisiac anyway.â He paused for a second. âHowever⊠I think I may have given you slightly more than what was needed to stimulate your erogenous zones, so forgive me.â Ryuzaki bent back down so he was on his knees on the ground with his head level with your crotch. âIâll ask you one more time, Y/N, before I touch you. What do you know about Kira?â
You bit your lip, legs squirming a bit, but didnât reply. Ryuzaki waited for your reply, but when he saw that you werenât going to offer him anything, he turned the vibrator in his hand on and brought it to your exposed clit, making you let out a whimper and try and close your legs.
âAh, ah, ah- no use in struggling. Your legs are bound, remember?â Ryuzaki reminded you airily, circling the vibrator around your clit lightly. The pleasure making your knees weak made you almost glad that you were leaned against the metal board- his aphrodisiac had been very effective, apparently, because even though Ryuzaki was being quite gentle you were already wriggling and moaning.
âThis vibrator does have higher settings, you know,â Ryuzaki informed you. âAnd I must want you, I can do this all day.â He had the ghost of a smile on his face when he said this, and you knew he wasnât bluffing. As if to make a point, he hit a button on the vibrator, and you instantly felt when the vibrations increased, your breath hitching as your back arched. âThereâs no point in denying that you know anything about Kira, so why donât you just skip the hassle and tell me what you know?â
You found it difficult to respond with the sensation from the vibrator taking over your senses, but you still managed to say something. âHe- isnât from Japan. He lives in- ah!â
Ryuzaki pressed the vibrator harder against your sensitive clit, cutting you off mid-sentence. âDonât bother lying. I conducted an experiment aged ago that verified that Kira is in fact Japanese. Try again. And it would be appreciated if you didnât lie this time.â
Your breathing was heavy and your body flushed, your juices spilling out onto the tips of Ryuzakiâs fingers. God, you wished he hadnât drugged you, because the pleasure was already almost overwhelming. âFuck- fine, he is Japanese.â
His tone was hard. âDidnât I just tell you that I know that already? Why donât you share with me identifying details about his identity. Try his age, appearance, birthday, or the school he goes to. Are you not a high school senior? Have you noticed anybody that stands out in particular?â
You scoffed. âWhy would Kira be in high school? What high school kid has time to commit mass murders like this?â
Wrong answer. Ryuzaki turned up the vibrator higher still and dragged it down your dripping slit until it was positioned at your hole. Slowly, he slid the top of the vibrator inside of you with a very wet sound and began pumping it agonizingly slowly, up and down.
You felt your legs immediately begin to tremble, feeling your own arousal slide down your thighs. With every thrust of the vibrator you let out a whimper, squirming like crazy but unable to escape as Ryuzaki placed one hand on your thigh to still you a bit. Your whole lower body throbbed with arousal and pleasure.
âAh- please, Ryuzaki-â
âPlease? Please, what?â Ryuzaki queried, seemingly not affected at all by how needy you clearly were. âDo you want to orgasm? Is that what it is, Y/N?â
You whimpered and nodded, still squirming and moaning with the vibrator moving inside you. Ryuzaki kept his pace slow and steady, making sure to drag it out as much as possible. You didnât know how this could feel so amazing and yet awful at the same time, your peak just within reach but escaping every time you were close enough. And you knew that Ryuzaki knew this.
âIâll let you come all youâd like if you just give me the information I want to know,â Ryuzaki told you plainly. âIâm listening.â
You didnât want to give Ryuzaki the satisfaction, but god, did the vibrator feel absolutely amazing going in and out of your soaking hole like this- and the aphrodisiac just made you more needy.
âOh⊠oh, fuck, mmm, okay- please, Ryuzaki, stop moving the-â
âOh, is the pleasure too much for you? You are indeed very wetâŠâ Ryuzaki finally paused his movements with the vibrator, and despite the ache you felt in your entrance for more, you were finally able to answer Ryuzaki properly for the most part.
You let out a shaky breath, legs shaking. âI donât know his first name, but his last name is Yagami. Weâre the top students in our class, and one day when we were studying together he told me he was Kira.â
Ryuzaki paused for a moment. âHm. You donât seem to be lying this time.â He peered up at your flushed, glistening face before looking back down at the vibrator moist with your juices. Muttering to himself, he said, âHm, I was right- I did dose you with too much of the aphrodisiacâŠâ Regardless, he slipped the vibrator back inside of you, making you let out a broken moan as he pumped it in and out. âGood girl. Now answer one more question for me.â
You were trembling again, your walls squeezing around the vibrator. Your thighs were wet and sticky now as you nodded, trying to stifle the lewd sounds leaving your lips.
âAlright. How does Kira kill?â
This question made your heart skip a beat- revealing the answer, depending on what Ryuzaki did with it, could be very incriminating and have major implications for mankind as a whole. You hesitated, and Ryuzaki noticed, stopping the movements of the vibrator yet again.
âGo on,â Ryuzaki prompted, waiting expectantly. The vibrator was just centimeters away from your throbbing sex, and you could hear the vibration from beneath you.
Shit. Were you really so desperate that youâd give away something like this?
Apparently so. You wanted to blame it on the aphrodisiac, but you knew you couldnât do that this time.
âYou⊠wonât believe me, but⊠thereâs something called a Death Note. Whenever you write someoneâs name in it, that person dies. I donât really know all the details, but⊠thatâs how he kills.â
Ryuzaki seemed actually startled by this information, but he didnât question it, so he knew you werenât lying. He quickly covered up his surprise with his usual mask of indifference, waiting a few moments before speaking again.
âOh. Alright, then. Iâll have to retrieve more details later, but for now that will suffice. You seem to have given me all the information you have.â
You didnât reply, but your back was arched, your pelvis close to Lâs head.
Ryuzaki looked back up all of a sudden. âOh. Right. I suppose itâs only fair of me to let you orgasm.â
You were relieved, as the ache in your pussy was becoming too much to bear. To your surprise, though, Ryuzaki turned the vibrator off and set it on the ground beside him. But before you could be confused about it, he leaned straight down to your sex, the tip of his nose resting just above it, and began to slide his warm tongue along your clit, stopping in between licks to plant sucking kisses along your dripping cunt.
Your legs weakened instantly, and you rode Ryuzakiâs tongue as best as you could strapped to the metal board. The heat and wetness from his mouth felt better than you could have ever imagined, and as you approached your climax, your moans faded into whimpers and broken whines of Ryuzakiâs name. He wrapped his lips around your swollen clit and sucked it slowly, gently, and slipped two slender fingers inside of your sopping hole as well, pumping them back and forth like he did the vibrator.
You came mere minutes later, legs quivering violently and breathing heavily. With a moan of Ryuzakiâs name, you finished in his mouth, spilling from the corners of his lips and running down his chin as he peered up at you through his unkempt black hair. He licked all of your cum off of your thighs, running his tongue up and down the length of your thighs and making you shiver at the feeling.
When Ryuzaki was done, he pulled away from your aching and overstimulated cunt before getting back to his feet with the vibrator in hand while you were still trying to catch your breath and still your trembling thighs.
Before you could react, the detective leaned in and kissed you gently on the lips, letting you taste yourself on his lips and tongue. You shuddered as you felt your own cum slide down your chin, and Ryuzaki pulled away. âI appreciate you giving me this information. Watari will be down to provide you with a new garment shortly. It may be a while longer before I allow you to leave, but this will be quite helpful.â
And with that, he was gone before you could even answer.
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Hiii.!! So idk if u take requests or not..đ
but i js read all of ur e42 miles fic and i love the way u write him sm.!! And i was wondering if u could write a fem reader or not up to u.!! But reader having a rlly bad day and miles come home and sees her rlly upset and js comforts her.? Js like a fluff wit sum angst.?!
Ive js been havin a hard time here recently and i need some miles comfort..âčïž buttt if u dont want to do it thatâs completely fine i just love ur writing smm.!!đđđđ
Have a good day.!!!
..youâre the sweetest person? omg? help me now? iâm so sorry youâre having a not so good time but i hope it does it better with me writing your request and in general<3 this may be a little late because iâm going through temporary writers block once again:)
IâM HERE
ê° âĄ ê± â earth42!miles notices you havenât been yourself lately so now being the boyfriend he is, heâs gonna try and make you feel better!
includes; a tinge of angst nothing too much, fluff, tears, cuddles, kisses and a whole lotta love<3 not proofread, i just woke upđ
miles stares at his you with a blank look, noticing that ever since you came over to his house youâve been quiet..unusually quiet. everytime heâd ask you something youâd answer with basically a monosyllable or a mutter of an âyesâ or a ânoâ
heâs not frustrated with you at all but heâs frustrated with himself that he canât figure out what is wrong with you and he wants to make you feel better and not dwell in this feeling forever. he huffs and just stares at you longingly, thinking on what to do but the only other thing he can think of is just talk but you really donât seem in the mood for that but hey
he has to try
âbabyâ he calls out, watching you hand freeze, the tip of the mechanical pencil was at least half an inch away from the book. you keep your hand there as you glance up at him, just staring at him with a blank look to your face and eyes making him get increasingly worried.
âcâmereâ he beckons you over with a nod of his head and you sigh, placing your pencil down then your headphones before getting up from your seat to walk over to him. he pats his lap and you hesitantly sit on sideways on his lap so you can rest your head into his chest. he rubs your back softly while his other hand softly rubs your thigh, his callused hand squeezing the fat of your thigh.
âsomething is wrong with you and donât deny it because you know that i knowâ he looks down at you not giving you a chance to deny the things heâs said.
which was true.
you didnât want to bother him with your concerns and your train of thoughts because you thought it wouldâve burdened or bothered him. your eyes start to burn with unshaded tears, your hands in your lap as you play with your fingers trying to stop yourself from crying so he wouldnât see but if it wasnât for miles noticing the change in your breathing pattern going from calm to staggered, made his eyebrows furrow, quickly cupping your face to see now, tears rolling down your cheeks.
âhey hey- whatâs going on?â he frowns as you stuff your face into his chest again, sniffling and softly crying into his chest. he looks up and holds you tight to his chest as he hears you no longer trying to keep your cries to yourself with your sobs getting louder and louder the less you try to keep them concealed.
at this point he thinks he did something to hurt you this much that youâre sobbing this harsh onto him. it almost makes his eyes stings by the way he can hear the heartbreak and sadness from your cries. he sits there holding you to him tightly and kissing your cheek, temple and shoulder once in a while with small mumbles of comments like âiâm hereâ âiâm not going anywhereâ âtalk when youâre ready babyâ
âDeep breaths." he whispers into your ear, trying to make you calm down. âdo what iâm doing baby, come onâ he holds your hand softly and starts breathing in and out for you to repeat. you nod and you start repeating him, breath still shaky but doing much better..
it took a while, like 5 minutes before you calmed down. you were about to wipe your cheeks but your boyfriend beats you to it, wiping your face for you. he fixes you on his lap so you were filling straddling him with both legs on either side of him and you facing him directly. he keeps his hand cupped on your cheek and sees you nuzzle into it with your eyes fluttering closed
âa little better?â he asks, softly and you nod.
you both sit there in silence for what feels like a while before you open your eyes again and kiss the palm of his hand then leaning forward to kiss his soft lips that kiss you back. you wrap your arms around his around his shoulders while his go around your waist, pulling you closer as you two continue to lock lips. you pull away from each-other staring into each other eyes with nothing but love and admiration.
âtalk to me beautifulâ he whispers, hands going back to rubbing your skin softly. you sigh and look down at your lap.
âiâm sorry- you have nothing to apologize forâ he cuts you off. he tilts your face up to him again. âdonât ever apologize for feeling how youâre feeling. i just wanna be there for youâ you nod and stare at him softly.
âiâm just so tired milesâ you pout slightly, feeling another tear come down your face but heâs thereâs to wipe it away. âi was so annoyed with classes today and some boys in my class just kept annoying me on purposeâ you feel his hand tighten on your thigh but you continue âand when i stood up for myself and told them to stopâ the teacher came at me..me! not them, me! i tried to explain but he just told me to go to the principals office for talking back and then i just went and i told the principal everything and he said that everything will be fine which obviously nothing turned out fine right after thatâ you exhale âthey kept flipping harassing me and they just kept saying the most complete idiotic things about how i donât belong here and they saidâŠâ you trailed off, frowning deeply which makes his head tilt to the side in confusion
âthey said what?â
your mouth opens and closes trying to spit it out but you didnât want to because you knew it was gonna be a 85% chance he was gonna go search for them tomorrow and deal with them
âtell me baby, iâm not gonna do anythingâ he mumbles bringing you much closer and you knew his ass was lying but you told him anyways.
âthey..they said how i didnât deserve you and how you could do much better then me..then they just started mentioning stuff you did in the past before me just trying to make me believe that youâre just gonna treat me like shit..then on top of all of that, the same teacher that sent me to the principals, said how i failed my test and i just couldnât take it anymoreâ you sobbed ât-then my friends ditched me at lunch today and i was by myself and i didnât want to be by myself because i knew i was gonna break down like right nowâ you sob harder, just mentally and physically tired. âmy back hurts tooâ you add, shaking your head and he just sighs, pushing your head to his chest again, allowing you to get your feelings out.
âitâs okay to cry baby, let it outâ he assures and you nod, holding him tight as you continue to cry. âiâm sorry, iâm crying too muchâ you laugh tearfully, going to wipe your tears but he beats you too it.
âagain, stop apologizingâ he frowns gently puts your hands down from your face to cup and rub your cheeks to wipe the tears.
âdonât you ever, ever, think iâm gonna leave you or treat you like shit..why would i? i have no reason to, prettyâ he brings your face closer to kiss your nose and lips. âthose idiots, they donât know me baby, they havenât spent a single day with me, they only just love to judge from a far and think whatever and thatâs what i amâ he shakes his head. âi love you too much to let you go, iâm so appreciative of you, you donât even understand and you wonât ever. i never had anyone care and look out for me the way you do, love me the way you doâ he whispers, staring deep into your eyes.
âeverything you do makes me feel at home, it doesnât make me what everyone thinks i am. you didnât run when we met, you didnât give up on me no matter how many times i tried to keep that wall around meâ he chuckles and shakes his head. âyou made me understand how it is to love someone else that isnât my mom, dad or even my uncle. no matter how many times i see you, even still till this day, my heart beats so fast for youâ he takes one hand off your cheek to get your hand that rests on his lap to bring it to his chest, right where his heart lays and no lie that was told.
you eyes widen a bit when you do indeed feel his heart beat faster then normal. you smile and so does he. âand you know i never like lyingâ you agree with a small nod of your head.
âiâll talk some sense into themâ that makes you look at him with a deadpan and he smiles âno one is gonna talk to my girl like that, i donât play about youâ you couldnât help but giggle and that makes him smile every wider that youâre cheering up. âas for your test, letâs see if you can retake it and iâll help you study. if you canât retake it, wait for the next one and youâll do even better. ân for your back, i can run you a hot or warm bath and iâll take care of you, mkay?â
you nod
âwords babyâ
you smile âyes milesâ
âthatâs my girlâ
âcan we lay down first? i missed youâ you whisper, rubbing his arms making him smile and nod. âanything for youâ he holds your thighs as he fixes himself on his bed, laying back properly and with you still ontop of him, head on his chest listening to the fast but soft beating to his heart. he hums softly, eyes closed as he rubs your back and thigh softly.
âhearing your heart makes me happyâ you speak softly, tilting your head up to look at him. he opens his eyes to looks right back at you.
âyou make me happy tooâ
ââŠâ you both stare at eachother bursting into laughter. âtoo corny babyâ you chuckle and lean him to kiss him softly. âi love youâ you whisper against his lips and he grins against yours, kissing you back but not before responding,
âi love you more, my beautiful girlâ
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hello !! happy anniversary to ur blog and so sorry again for not reading ur rules for the flash requests post đ
may i request sfw + 12 w solomon. just him pining for reader. like doesn't even have to include dialogue w/mc, i just wanna see him being so horrendously down bad for them hehe thank you đ«¶đ»
Thank you, and no worries! I hope you don't mind headcanons with this one. Now, did I get too invested in this request? I think so. It's almost double the intended length. Do I regret that? Not in the slightest. I hope you enjoy it!!
1 year anniversary flash request event - SFW
(Solomon x gn!MC)
Prompt 12 â Your choice: Pining
Pining!Solomon, whose hands tremble when you hug him as he slowly brings his arms up to try to hug you back. For his entire life, he had never needed to be held by anyone â not in the way that he needs you. When heâs in your arms, he almost canât believe it. It feels too good to be true, like some cruel setup designed to bring him a moment of pure joy before ripping you from his grasp. So, his hands tremble with uncertainty and love and hope that he can never speak of. Solomon will snap himself out of his fear, and when he does, his hands will grip your back and pull you in. He never knows when to let go â or rather, he never wants to. If only he could keep you in his arms for a second longer. If only he could hold you every day. If only your warmth would linger on his skin forever.
Pining!Solomon, who will never give up sitting with his legs spread apart now that he knows the feeling of your warmth pressed against him when he refused to give you the space. He knows itâs rude, but he would do anything to keep that prolonged contact. He needs it. Politeness be damned. What does politeness know of the comfort he gets from the physical proof that you are right by his side?
Pining!Solomon, who traces the spines of his books, mapping your name through the topography of every curve or scratch as he waits for you to arrive for your study sessions with him. When youâre running late, your name exists on the spine of every book on his desk. Youâll live on them forever. Now, he can scarcely scan through his personal library without feeling your presence.
Pining!Solomon, who reviews your last sent message when he hasnât seen you all day. His fingers hover over the screen as he contemplates reaching out. But is one day too soon? He scans his mind for any believable excuse to contact you.
Pining!Solomon, whose mouth is a reflection of his mind, always wandering in your direction. Whether heâs chatting with the demons or angels or in a conference with the Sorcerersâ Society. He canât resist asking about your well-being or your daily life (the parts of it that he isnât involved in). He brags about his adorable, talented apprentice to the Sorcerersâ Society and even random demons and witches heâs acquainted with. However, heâs always careful not to brag too much â less someone try to harm you or steal you right from under his watchful eye. If anyone so much as considered it, Solomon would see red until his anger was soothed by disproportionate aggression or the comfort of your voice and touch.
Pining!Solomon, whose body follows after you whenever you pull away. When you break off a kiss, he leans into you, chasing the feeling of your lips on him again. When you let go of his hand, he reaches forward, ever so slightly, trying to recapture your touch. When you let go during a hug, he inches just a bit closer. When you walk ahead of him, he picks up his pace to catch you. When your bonds strengthen with the others, his heart aches, trying to crawl its way back to you.
Pining!Solomon, who doesnât know how to be alone anymore. His mind has your face and voice memorized. When you arenât around, sometimes he imagines you calling him from the other room â that if he sat up and walked in there right now, heâd see your precious face, smiling at him. Heâll use technology and magic to preserve these memories with routine frequency â in case the worst should ever happen.
Pining!Solomon, who has never known fear like this. His entire life could collapse in on itself, making him an emotional black hole, from a simple shift in your existence. That is the magnetic strength of his love for you. No change in your presence goes unnoticed. If you got hurt. . . if you died. . . he would pull all realms into his pain.
But, also, Pining!Solomon, who has never known peace like this. If anything could wash over the wreckage of a garden that Solomon has cultivated himself â sick with rot and death that poisons instead of fertilizing, that smells of chemicals and rust, where only the toxic and wretched could bloom â and make it divine, it would be your presence. It would be your laugh when Asmo has pranked Solomon, and the witty sorcerer was none the wiser. It would be the way you danced along to music with Solomon in the kitchen as you prepared dinner â if for no other reason than pointless joy, then to distract him from his desire to help with the cooking. It would be the way you rolled your eyes when Solomon caused you trouble, because your annoyance couldnât overcome your affection for him. It would be your warmth and the gentle sound of your breathing as you slumped against Solomonâs shoulder â when he longed to trace his fingers along your beloved form, but the fear of waking you stilled his hands. It would be the trusting, understanding smile on your face, when Solomon couldnât express his feelings in anything more than a whispered âI love youâ â even when you needed his praise shouted to the sky for all to understand.
A/N: this will be the last request for the 1 year event - SFW request day. I still have 3 more SFW requests in my inbox though.
Requests are now closed. I will be working on the NSFW requests tomorrow. Don't worry, if you got your flash request in (or if you're waiting on requests from the previous round of general requests), I'll still be working on those. This was a lot of fun so far, so thank you all for participating with me.
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The Interview
Hi guyss! Thank you so much for the support for my last post, hereâs another idea Iâve had and if you want a part 2 to any of my stories feel free to reach out to me!
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summary: Youâre an actress in Spain who supports atletico and are asked in an interview about Joaoâs goal against your team, you playfully answer and receive a notification afterwards.
genre: fluff
pairing: Joao Felix x Y/N
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So, Y/N, weâre coming to the end of our interview but before that, I see here in my cards that youâre a die hard Atletico fan. Is it true?â Jim, the interviewer asked. You giggled.
âItâs true Jim, growing up, my dad was a football man. We spent every weekend watching games in the stadium or at home and I still do, just not going to games because of my crazy schedule, just watching them with my Griezmann shirt at home. Weâre all big fans.â you answered truthfully. You loved watching the games but sometimes it was hard to catch up.
âSo, did you watch the game they played against Barcelona?â he asked, intrigued.
âI did, actually. It was heartbreaking.â you said.
âOh yeah yeah. Felix scoring the goal.â
âYeah, it was hard to watch because I always knew he was a good player, seeing him score against us was hard.â you answered hoping that nobody would get upset because as much as it was true, you knew you had to make interviews professionally. Especially the live ones.
Soon after, the interview was done and you were in the backstage grabbing your items to head out. It was an off-day and you had planned on going home and not do anything.
When you went into the house, your dog, Biscuit was waiting for you at the door. You played with her for a few minutes and then grabbed some treats from the kitchen and a blanket to make yourself cozy and watch some TV but your phone vibrating like crazy meant the interview was up and everyone had seen it. You werenât a big time celebrity but your recent role in a Netflix series has gained you tons of attention.
You were going through your message requests seeing the good and the bad things people said until one name caught your eye.
Joao Felix
Sorry to break your heart đ he said. You stared at the message for what felt like an eternity.
Maybe one or two footballers slid in your dmâs in the past months but none had any effect on you but Joaoâs single sentence made your tummy flip. Was he mad? How could you respond to this, if you were to respond of course because you shouldnât. Right?
Itâs a little late for that, whatâs done is done, you wrote but deleted right after, was it too harsh. You always had a weird sense of humor and enjoyed banter in flirting but you didnât even know if this was flirty.
Well, you could always make up for it, you wrote then but feared it might be too forward, what if he was just apologizing genuinely to a fan? Oh god that would be embarrassing.
âDonât worry about it, itâs just your jobâ you wrote and sent. This is the most appropriate, you thought. And maybe, he wouldnât even respond after this.
You were wrong, he replied back in a minute.
âWhat can I do to make it up to you?â
Okay, this wasnât about all fans, you thought. Because he specifically asked what could he do for you. Breathe Y/N, breathe.
Before replying, you quickly went onto his page, he was an amazing looking athlete thereâs no denying and youâre single so you shouldnât feel bad about the butterflies in your stomach.
âYou could start with a dinner.â you replied and threw the phone on the couch scared of his response. Oh god, you hope you didnât misread the interaction.
After a few minutes you decided this was stupid and picked the phone up.
âMy pleasure. Tonight at 8?â he wrote and you nearly screamed, this gorgeous man was taking you out tonight and you were already shaking.
You quickly said ok and decided to have a long shower and get ready since itâs already 5. He also asked for your location to pick you up at 8.
After the shower you went into your closet trying to decide on what to wear and ended up with a navy dress and did your makeup. Just as you were putting on earrings, you heard the door knock. You tried calming yourself and opened the door and saw the most handsome man youâve ever laid eyes on with a big smile and a bouquet of flowers in his hands.
âHi.â he said sheepishly.
âHi.â you replied equally giddy.
âAre you ready?â he asked, eyeing you up and down.
âYes, here just let me take those of your hands and we can go.â you said, blushing because he was looking at you with no shame.
He drove you to a fancy restaurant which youâd once been with your manager as a celebration but he reserved a secluded table for the two of you.
At first, you were a little nervous about being on a date with him but that quickly went away as you talked about anything and everything. You quickly realized he was the most down to earth guy and wasnât full of himself. He listened and gave you compliments as you described your life and you listened about his career. Before you knew it, it was nearly midnight and you were having the time of your life. You didnât have to put on a facade with him and say whatever.
When the bill came, you of course offered but he wouldnât budge and paid for the night and helped you walk to the exit with his hand on the small of your back. You got goosebumps just from a simple touch.
You went in the car and he started driving so you put on the radio and singing along the song when he joined you. You giggled.
âWhat, do you not like my voice?â he asked offended.
âNo, I actually do.â you said. It felt like you knew him for years.
âI had fun tonight.â he said while walking you to your door.
âMe too, thank you for everything.â you said as you walked up the stairs to your door.
You stood just looking at each otherâs eyes, lost in the moment.
âI sho-â
âDo you want to come inside?â you cut him off before he could finish his sentence.
âYeah.â he smiled as you walked in the door.
He started looking at your home, analyzing details and when he saw the pictures of your family, he smiled.
âDid I also break your dadâs heart?â he asked.
âWhy, are you going to buy him dinner too?â
âNo, that was all for you.â he said as he walked over and held your waist looking at you intensely.
You looked up at him and smiled. He leaned in and stopped, as a way of making sure this was okay and you gave him the permission by pressing your lips against his. He smiled into the kiss and started moving his lips immediately. You lost yourself at his touch and placed your hands behind his head, playing with his hair. His hands roamed over your body trying to hold you closer.
âY/N, I think I like you.â he said after you broke the kiss to breathe.
âI think I like you too Joao.â you said smiling widely.
âNow take me upstairs.â you said in a quiet tone, needing more of him.
He nodded immediately telling you to jump and wrap your legs around his torso. He carried you upstairs and you strengthened the connection you found today, until the sun came up.
You opened your eyes slowly, feeling a presence next to you and it was Joao. He was still sleeping. After you went to sleep, your mind wandered if this was just for one night but seeing him next to you happily snoring made that feeling go away. You carefully escaped his arms holding you at place to wash your face and go down to the kitchen. Just as you were passing the living room, you saw the flowers he brought last night. Smiling to yourself, you picked them up to put in a vase when you noticed a card sitting in between pink tulips.
You opened it up to see what was inside and found a note from him and smiled even wider if itâs possible.
âI hope this is the beginning of a great storyâ
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Ahh, this was sooo sweet even when I was writing I was smiling, hope you enjoyed it! Feedback is always appreciated luvs đ·
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RECOMMENDED BTS FICS OF NOVEMBER 2023đ
hello, hello! here are my bts recs of november! hopefully these beautiful stories get more recognition as well as the writers đ
** anything in parentheses and bolded are my thoughts that can be disregarded if needed **
đsmut || đangst || đfluff || â
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Bad Boy || @i-am-baechuđđđâ
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âłÂ Yoongi has been best friends with Namjoon since he was seven. He knew his little sister was always off limits but Yoongi never followed the rules. (we love it when siblings are supportive of them crushes. we gotta give respect to yoongi for not pursuing his crush to not risk his friendship with namjoon. but also props to namjoon for not getting pissed off when they finally got together though.)
Partner Privileges || @7ndipityđâ
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âłÂ (imma need me a man to give me partner privileges like this yoongi right here. like my man yoongi is a whole ass softie. i love it.)
Sharp Teeth || @dearly-somberđđđđŻđŻđŻ
âłÂ Jungkookâa love struck puppy pining for Y/Nâs affection. Y/Nâan obvious, hard-headed tsundere too thick to realize a shifter likes her. What could go wrong? (i have a HUUUUUUUUGE soft spot for fantasy fics (mainly werewolf fics and stuff, and i solely blame my 13 year old self watching twilight LOL). like if you are writing a werewofl/hybrid/shifter fic just know that is going to be automatically be in my reading list. when i came across this one, oh lord have mercy. read all of them in one sitting PLUS its still ongoing to. imma have a field day with this one i know it.)
Finding Your Boyfriend Sleeping In Your Hyperfeminine Pink Room || @rrjkiveđâ
âł (theres no summary, but we just gotta love soft jungkook you know. like with the live of him just sleeping on live is freaking adorable and you can literally picture this big ass man with THAT HELLO KITTY THATS IN HIS LIVING ROOM and the man is just hugging that sht to death while sleeping.)
Five More Minutes || @7ndipityđâ
âł Anon Req: "Having to stand up in the morning with yoongi but not wanting to. cuddling and trying to stay in bed as long as possible instead" (i love soft yoongi, in this world, alternative world, ANY WORLD LIKE SOFT YOONGI IS SUPERIOR.)
Was It Better? || @gyukookswhoređâ
âł Jungkook has been acting weird lately in bed, but your not complaining about it or are you ? (you know how it was literally no nut november for fics, well, lets just say that half of these fics on this list is literally smut. that says a lot. aka i clearly did not get the memo since i read mostly smut LOL. but this fic, is so detailed that i could read it again ngl.)
Wonderstruck || @jinkookspencilđâ
âłÂ jungkook convinced his fearful girlfriend to try out a rollercoaster at the funfair⊠(honestly the ask that was sent to op was perfect. like stop this sht is fcking cute. got me giggling in bed kicking my feet and sht.)
Animal Farm || @joonberriessđâ
âłÂ (there was no summary, but holy jesus, this was literally a wild ride. like without reading the tags and tw, but the title alone, i thought this was going to be a lil cute fic about farming you know. BUT NO THIS WAS NOT ABOUT FARMING WHAT SO EVER BUT THIS WAS A WILD WILD RIDE. i say give it a read if you are like me who forgets to read the tags and tw (which is prob not a good thing) but its a suprise everytime i read something.)
Biker!Kook || @lustfuldevilsđâ
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âłÂ (there was no summary exactly, but lets just say that im a sucker for biker!kook + reader. whether the reader is like innocent type or just a regular...person??? like personality wise you know. i dont know if that made any sense, but you know what im talking about..hopefully)
Every Little Thing || @7ndipityđâ
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âłÂ When you overhear Yoongi talking about how clingy youâve been lately, you decide to take a step back from your friendship to give him space. But your sudden absence goes far from unnoticed by him. (i like to torture myself by reading angst that makes me feel sad and sht. honeslty love this one + im pretty sure theres like 3-4 fics from this op on this list. hi just wanted to say that i love your writing.)
Forest Bride || @flowerwrites06đđđâ
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âłÂ The business transaction of a marriage between two previous warring clans takes an unexpected turn. (i love how yoongi automatically became protective over oc while she was slightly closed off due to their past experience. like all hail yoongi.)
Lost & Found || @theharrowingđđâ
âłÂ Taehyung just wants to be left alone. Too bad you need a place to stay. (i honestly love fics where its told from the members pov. like it gives us a chance to read about what they would do and say (even if its fiction you know) like it gives us a different pov then other fics where its mainly through a third-person pov or like the readers pov. love this)
My Alpha || @btsbratđâ
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âłÂ you discover that the soon to be alpha, Jungkook, is your destined mate. However, your story takes an unexpected turn when Jungkook rejects the mate bond. (i honestly thought that this fic wouldve been longer, you know just to prolong the rejection and what jk would do, but this pace is also good too. i hope that op makes a longer version where it involves like the in between you know! not that op has to make a longer ver, i also love this ver too!)
Of Storms and Vampires || @wishesunderthestarsđđđđŻ
ⳠDuring the worst storm you have witnessed in your life, a bat crashes on your window. When you bring it inside your cottage to take care of it, you realize it isn't simply a bat but a baby vampire. Your past has come back to haunt you because Jungkook's sire is no one else but Min Yoongi, who you had left behind when you disappeared five years ago. (this is still currently ongoing but i havent read many vampire!bts fics BUT lets just say, bats be cute and sht but deadly. cant wait to read the future chapters. also this is first chapter isnt rushed or anything so it def caught my reading eye for sure. went at a nice pace, not too fast, not too slow which i love)
Do check out all of the other BTS Fics that i have reblogged as well!!
** if there is any fics that you guys would like to recommend, please do! i am slowly running out of fics to read **
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why haikyuu boys quit volleyball
various hq boys hcs !
more-so angst, however youâd like to categorize it
a/n: i know some no longer play vb in timeskip but i still wanted to write something abt it since iâm dealing w my own vb injury atm đ
an injury. he always pushed himself beyond his limits, his body breaking down numerous times, practically pleading for a break. the most heâd do was ice it for an hour and take a break for a day, then heâd be back to training. it was a strenuous activity and his body could no longer withstand it, not like how it could when he was in his prime. after a recent injury, he had gone to the doctor instead of the athletic trainer despite his desperate attempts to tell the coach he was fine. his doctor almost immediately evaluated that he couldnât be cleared to play again, not without worsening another injury. it was a harsh truth to come too, a now mental challenge he must overcome.
ATSUMU, bokuto, NISHINOYA, YAKU, iwaizumi, HINATA
losing the love for the sport. as they say, one bad coach can ruin everything. practice began to feel like a chore to attend. he couldnât see to get song with his teammates, often disagreeing with his coach about certain things. he had spent hours training on his own just to be blatantly ignored by the coach. the favoritism on the team surpassed the sheer talent others had. no matter how hard he worked, heâd never be seen. at one point, he just accepted it and took his leave. for good.
daichi, TSUKISHIMA, ENNOSHITA, yamaguchi, tanaka
overshadowed by the newer generation. he had won numerous awards and made many high level teams in his prime. as he got to his mid-late twenties, he began to feel time on his muscles and joints. sure, he still had that power as he always had, but every little injury weâre a risk to his career. coaches noticed this too as his playing time started slimming down. it was something he had no control over. watching all the fresh and youthful bodies fill in his position was heartbreaking. he longed to get back out there and play as he once did.
KAGEYAMA, OIKAWA, sakusa, SUGAWARA, ushijima, akaashi
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Iâm having a bad case of baby fever since Iâm ovulating hard and I need fic of quackity with gf whoâs ovulating like crazy and whoâs begging for a baby
ooo baby fever!!! the only person in the world that i would ever want a baby w is alexđđ but yes, i got u my lovely <33 thx for the request
[also it cane out a bit diff than what u asked for im sorryyyy!! dont hate me bbgđđ]
prompt: alex dealing with a baby fever filled gf
no smut but mentions of it ofc!!
everywhere you look, thereâs babies. on tv commercials, at your job, even at the grocery store thereâs always a baby who wonât stop smiling and cooing your way.
and who would make a cute baby? alex, your boyfriend, thatâs who!
he has sparkling honey brown eyes with dark lashes framing them perfectly. his fair skin that has freckles and beautiful face moles. and his hair! he has a full head of hair that would look absolutely perfect on a sweet little baby.
lately, on your free time, you were indulging in this want and need and desire for a baby of your own. you were sneakily watching mommy and baby vlogs. you loved seeing their belly grow and their journey through their pregnancy. you even subscribed yourself to a baby magazine and it was what you looked forward to every time you checked your mail.
but you hid all of this from alex. you knew he probably wouldnât understand. just how most men donât understand why women obsessed over weddings and wedding planning. it also didnât help that you were definitely ovulating.
and right now, you were sat listening to your boyfriend going on about his day. well, not really listening. more like admiring him and imagining him as a father and wow did that turn you on.
âwhat about you? how was your day?â alex asked suddenly
âoh, you know, i mostly just did my online coursework and cleaned the house a bit. iâve been bored since you went out..â you said, trying to be inconspicuous
âtrust me, i missed you too. now letâs eat. the food you made smells amazingâ alex said, getting up to serve himself a plate
he served two plates of food, one for you and one for him. the two of you ate in mostly silence, with casual conversation here and there. once you finished eating, alex offered to wash the dishes since you did the cooking.
you sneakily pulled out your phone and scrolled through your pinterest. of course, you had baby related posts all over your feed and you loved it.
âbabe.. this sponge sucks. where are the new ones we got the other day?â your boyfriend asked
âshould be in the drawer next to the stoveâ you absentmindedly responded, eyes glued to your phone
alex opened the drawer and found your stash of baby magazines. he wasnât blind, he knew what you had been obsessing over lately. this was the perfect time to bring it up. so he grabbed a sponge and washed the dishes. after drying his hands, he turned to face you.
âso⊠youâve only been studying all day huh?â alex smirked, holding up one of your prized magazines
your eyes widened. you were at a loss for words.
âi-i uh⊠my sister is pregnant and um she sent me those to help her pick stuff out andââ
âhmm, addressed to our home to ms. y/nâ alex interrupted
âdo you think i donât know by now? i see the way youâve been looking at anything baby related online. i know you always volunteer to do the grocery shopping just for the chance of running into some mother with a baby⊠my question here is, why hide it?â
âi didnât think youâd understand⊠i know how guys get when their girlfriends start talking about babies and i donât know. i didnât want to upset you. i didnât want to make things weird between us..â you explained softly, expecting alex to get upset
he walked closer to where you were sitting and tucked your hair behind your ear gently.
âi could never be upset with you princesa. you donât have to hide things like this from me. you know i love kids just as much as you doâ he reassured you
you nodded sadly, still feeling a sense of guilt.
âwhy donât we start trying?â
your eyes lit up and a huge grin was etched onto your face.
âyou really mean it?â you asked and alex nodded with a smile on his face
âi would just adore having a little munchkin running around here. i think youâd be a spectacular mother y/n. i can just imagine them having your big âol eyes and your pretty lipsâ he caressed your face sweetly
âand your gorgeous freckles⊠oh my god alex! we would have the most adorable baby in the whole wide world! do you actually want to start trying?â
âyes i do, princesa. weâre in a good place financially and also in a healthy place in our relationship. i wouldnât want to have a baby with anyone else but youâ he smiled
âyouâre going to be such an amazing dad. you donât know how much iâve daydreamed about you holding our baby in your strong sexy arms. the way you would be super protective over them. i just know youâd have our baby on your chest at all times. youâre so innocent and precious and so so good with kids alex. you are definitely daddy materialâ you stood from your seat and reached out to hold his hand
âalso.. i may or may not pay attention to your ovulation periodâŠâ he said seductively
âwhat?! why? youâre a weirdo!â you teased him
âno! i mean i pay attention to when you write those notes on our calendar! you freakâ alex was red in the face and you couldnât help but laugh at his flustered expression
while you were too busy laughing, he suddenly stood up and pushed you against the wall nearby, trapping you there.
âyouâre probably really sensitive right now, arenât you?â his voice came out in a darker tone
âm-maybeâŠâ
âlet me make love to you, princesa. quiero impregnarte ahora mismo. quiero que me sientes y que sientes que te hago la mama de mis hijos chulaâŠâ he said, making sure to kiss your neck while he spoke
all you could do was nod. his words alone made you so wet and needy for him already.
âiâll make sure that after tonight, youâll definitely become a motherâ he smirked, dragging you to your shared bedroom
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