#im not even mad about it anymore i just feel like crying

[hecksupremechips]

Girl like. The reason he said "this is how it should be" and faced death with a smile....is cuz he wanted to die. For 2 years he sat there thinking he was worthless and deserved to die. If he hadn’t be shot, his death would’ve been suicide, he was fully planning to die in a gutter somewhere undetected. When saying "this is how it should be" hes literally saying "don’t cry because I’m dying, my death is a good thing actually because I fucking suck and you are better off without me". I don’t think that’s badass even slightly, it’s actually really sad and really shitty. Shinjiro is so convinced that he deserves to die and hates the idea of anyone giving a shit about him because he literally can’t wrap his mind around the idea that he will be missed when he’s gone, that his death is a bad thing actually. And his last words were meant to be comforting because he fully did not intend for anyone to be there when he died, he intended to die alone, so he says them as a reminder that he’s not worth crying over

Personally, if it were me, if I was holding my dying best friend in my arms who was deeply depressed and suicidal and he said "this is how it should be" uh. I wouldn’t admire him for it??? Like am I losing my mind when I say the way this game handles Shinji is bad or is anyone else seeing this too 😰

[meeshimi]

bro im so tired

[srkgirlblogger]

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[birdfucker69]

im gking to get violent what is his problem

[luveline]

hellooo!! im not sure if your requests are open so feel free to ignore this but i was wondering if you could write for tasm!peter where the reader just got her wisdom teeth removed and she’s all loopy on anesthetics and forgets peter is her boyfriend? i saw this video where this girl got her wisdom teeth pulled and forgot she was dating her boyfriend and fell in love with him all over again😭😭

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZPR7sGQo5/

thank you for your request! ♡ fem, 1k

"Here she is," the nurse says gently, walking you out with his arm behind your back. "Alright, say hi to Peter." 

"Hi, Peter," you mumble, eyes on the floor. 

Peter grins at you, worry warm at the back of his throat. "Hey. Is that everything?" he asks, nodding at the nurses paper bag of aftercare. 

"Everything you'll need." The nurse helps Peter take over, hoisting your arm over his shoulders before stepping away. "Alright, feel better, okay? And don't hesitate to call if something comes up. We're here to look after you." 

You seem appreciative in your fog, but it's hard to tell. Peter curls his arm around your hip and gives it a soft rub as he leads you to the stairs. Whoever devised the floor plan here had murder on their mind —the second floor is completely inaccessible. Luckily, Peter has a lot of strength at his disposal. 

You can feel it. "Woh, you're strong," you murmur. 

"You know that already." His grip on you tightens, pretty much carrying you down the tight staircase. 

"Do I?" you ask. You make a sound like you're hurting, a squeak. 

"I'd hope so." At the end of the staircase, he sits you down, worried you're not feeling well. "You okay? I can princess carry you if you need me to." 

You look at him with wide eyes. He turns to check there's no one standing behind him, but you're really looking at him. "What?" he asks, touching your knee, imploring. "You look like you've seen a ghost." 

"You're Peter?" you ask. 

Ah, the amnesiac effect of anaesthetic. His touch turns comforting, stroking your thigh with as much care as he can drive into his palm alone. "That's me. Hey, if you're forgetting me, does that mean you're not mad at me for last Friday anymore? 'Cos I know you said you forgive me but I can tell it still pisses you off–" 

Your eyes fall to his hand. "Why would I be mad at you?" you ask. 

"I finished the milk and put the carton back in the fridge, even though I promised I'd stop doing it. You see the jug and think there's milk left. We were gonna have macaroni and cheese..." He nudges your fingers with his. "Are you okay? You don't look like yourself."

"What do I usually look like?" 

"Not so, you know. Daunted." 

"You're really handsome," you whisper, refusing to meet his eye. 

"Oh, you think so?" 

You nod like your head is too heavy. You're embarrassed, you sweetheart, oh my god Peter could cry into your lap. 

"Let's get you to the car, baby." 

"Where are we going?" The gauze gives you the world's most adorable lisp, and it turns your gasp into a hum as Peter stands you up. 

"Home." 

"Together?" 

"Yeah, we live together. It's a nice place, and you're a great decorator, you know? It's cozy." 

"Thank you," you say shyly. 

You're not not shy with him, but it's been a long time since you got so quiet over a practically innocuous comment. He wants to see how you'll react to real compliments, over the top stuff that he one hundred percent means. It's a little mean, but when will you ever be like this again? 

He helps you out past the desk and onto the street to your car where it's parked a half a block down. "Don't worry about all this, okay? I'm gonna take such good care of you, sweetheart. There's an ice pack and a brand new comforter with your name on it waiting at home." Peter smiles at your starry eyes as they flash to his, amazed at his simple plans. "How does that sound, beautiful? Is there anything you want before we head home? Anything that would make you feel better?" 

"You're gonna take care of me?" you ask breathlessly. 

"That's my job. That's my number one boyfriend duty." 

"You're my boyfriend?" 

"I am!" he says happily, laughing as he speaks. "For a while. I've been trying to take things further but you're always really shy about getting married–" 

"You want to get married? To me?" 

Peter presses a soft kiss to your cheek. "You're the only person I'd ever want to get married to. We already picked the flowers–" 

"We did?" 

He laughs again, all your questions. He loves regular you but loopy you is especially endearing. "Last time I got super drunk, yeah. You never let me forget it." 

"So you love me?" you ask, stopping short.

"I love you so much," he says immediately, hugging you into his side. He dots another kiss against the top of your head. "You should remember that even if you don't remember me." 

"I love you," you say quietly. 

Peter doesn't know if that's your memory returning, or if you've fallen in love with him in the last fifteen minutes. He could easily fall in love with you that quickly, and yet he's still amazed at your confession. 

"That's good. That's great. Thank you, sweetheart," he says, desperate to hold your face in his hands but weary of causing you future pain. "There's your car," —he points, lowering his head to yours to make sure you can see it, hand now protectively held between your shoulder blades— "let's go home now. Yeah?" 

You start walking again at his requests. He can pretty much see the steam rising off of your face, giddy with happiness at these revelations. You're together, you're in love, and you think he's handsome. He wonders what you'll have to say about his biceps in this state of delirium; you go crazy for his arms sober. 

Which reminds him. 

"I totally have another secret to tell you," he says, unlocking the car as you approach and helping you into the passenger seat. 

"What is it?" you ask. 

Peter closes you in and skirts around the door, climbing into the driver's seat. He's glad that New York is as ridiculously loud as ever, because not even the closed doors or your sodden gauze can smother the way you shriek.

"My boyfriend is Spider-Man?!" 

[trademarkhubris]

i dont post abt him much but im still devastated over techno's passing earlier this year

[gavisimmaculaterizz]

bb can u write something like jude coming home from practice and being angry, mad or something, and just storming off in his room, and later on (female) reader falls asleep on the couch teary eyed bcz she doesn't know what she did wrong

— bother / jude bellingham.

summary: jude cant hold in his anger from losing his match, resulting in a distant jude.

warnings: a bit of angst ??

masterlist

as the final whistle blew, distant whistles and boos came from the santiago bernabéu. the night in madrid was cold, the huge loss of the white giants filled the madrid air with coldness. as fans exited the stadium, jude proceeded to go to the locker room furious. he couldn’t help but feel anger, not being able to help his team out with at least scoring a goal. he disappointed the fans, maybe even his girlfriend. he mentally cursed himself out for not showing his potential, preparing for the hate he’d get on twitter by fellow madridistas.

meanwhile at the comfort of your shared apartment, you couldn’t help but feel a bit of sadness watching your boyfriends team lose heavily. you turned off the television, feeling sadness wash over you, over the terrible result in the bernabéu that just happened moments ago. you hated seeing your boyfriend sad, knowing these type of losses affected him heavily.

a couple hours later, the noise of bags falling echoed around the silent home. you ran to jude, excited to hug him and welcome him in. when reaching the tall british, you were welcomed with a cold and distant jude. “hey babe how was your game?”, you asked your boyfriend. upon your question, jude’s facial expression changed heavily. “what do you mean how was my game? did you even pay attention to what just happened?”,he asked furiously. his words hit you like a cold dagger that was plummeted into your heart, dry and distant, with a hint of anger still lingering in his voice. “do you want to talk about it?”, you asked trying to console your boyfriend. his words broke you, all you tried to do was ask if his game went okay, even though you’d know what his response would be. “no, god just leave me alone— you’re such a bother y/n.”, jude stated furiously. he quickly stormed off to your shared room, shutting the door loudly, letting you know to not even step foot into the room. your heart broke, you couldn’t contain your tears anymore.

you ran to your living room in tears, only seeing blurriness, and tasting the saltiness water streaming down your face. you mentally cursed yourself out feeling guilty for making him angry, even though it was not your fault at all. you knew he was a bit pissed off from his game still , but you never meant to provoke him even more than he was. you laid down on your sofa, grabbing a blanket and covering yourself completely. you wanted to give him space, let him cool down a bit.

meanwhile in your little bubble, your thoughts raced, ‘was it my fault for making him angry?’ you kept sobbing, overloading yourself with these negative thoughts. you let yourself cry until you couldn’t anymore. all you let out were heavy breaths which occupied the quiet home. with all the crying, it made you sleepy, and you couldn’t help but doze off into the night sky. you would soon be awaiting your boyfriends apology in the morning.

but was he right about you being a bother..?

a/n: i kind of tweaked it a bit anon!! also this is my first fic so im mentally cringing at myself bc im not used to this 🙁, so i hope yall like it

[xob1tchs]

older miguel x younger fem!reader pt.2 (smut 17+) pt.1 here

age gap! dark concept!

𖦹꙳࡛࣪⋕ ˚.✦ ⵢ₊˚.

It all spirals from that day. The day he’d finally got you, and you’d finally gotten him.

It’s endless moments together. Miguel volunteering to do anything that involves being alone with you. Getting you in his back seat, in his pool, in the batroom, in the locker room after volleyball practice. He’s part of you, permanently forged into your skin. He lingers all day, everyday – even if you only speak to hin through knowing glances or naughty texts.

One night in particular, things get kind of out of control.

You’d called him, whining and crying about how you wanted to see him, how you’d do anything to have him. To feel him.

And it’s mostly miguels fault for being a lesser man. Slipping through your bedroom window like a teenager, blushing as you giggle and whisper between kisses. He feels almost ridiculous, but he also feels like he’s in heaven. Where he’s always supposed to have been.

You’re face is pressed into the cat shaped rug on your floor, the fluffy material soft against into your cheek, muffling you groans and whines. He’s pounding yoh frlm behind, cock completely sheathed, hole sucking him in everytime his hips jerk or roll.

He’s close, so close – and despite your pleads for him to finish inside, he begins to warm himself internally that as soon as you finish again — he needs to pullout.

Until your pushing your self up, forcing him to fall flat on your hardwood floor, twisting on his cock, tiny hands pressing to his pecks.

You’re soaking, dripping around the base of his cock, coating his balls and your ass. It’s obscene, the noises, and they’re loud.

“It’s too loud” he hisses behind clenched teeth, trimmed nails digging into the meat of your hips, strength doing nothing to stop you from bouncing on him like a mad woman.

You whimper from above him, fingers toying with your own nipple, eyes rolling up to the ceiling, oblivious to miguel struggling below you.

You don’t care, you never have, it’s been miguel that’s worried — conjuring plans that make sure nobody catches you.

He doesn’t even breathe when it happens, his mind goes completely blank, eyes screwing shut tightly, he thinks he even dies for a moment. The feeling is so overwhelming it’s numbing, like his cock isn’t even attached to his body anymore.

You’re milking him for all he’s worth, gummy walls molding to his every vein and ridge, sucking him in, squeeging every last bit of his seed out.

It’s gushing out around the base of his cock, your tiny pussy unable to contain a load so big, dripping down his bals, staining your rug.

It’s miguel who almost gets you caught, practically throwing you off with a worried scowl, prompting you to yelp out in surprise, stumbling over your words as you watch him get dressed with fevor.

The next moments are a blur.

You’re dad pounding your door, the hinges shuttering, knob shaking jerking as he tries to get in.

“Honey is something wrong!?” He shouts, voice dripping witch concern.

It makes miguel frown, nails digging into his palm, anxious as you get dressed, winking at him over your shoulder.

“Everythings fine dad i just tripped on something” you lie, peering at your father through a crack in your door, smiling weakly. Your legs shake with anxiety, miguels cum pouring from your cunt, lacey panties doing nothing to help stop a stain from forming through your shorts at your crotch.

Your father hums, and miguel can’t really hear the rest, untill he bids you goodnight and you close the door, waiting a few seconds before you twist the lock back into place.

“I’ll buy you the plan b pill tomorrow morning when we go for break-“

Your lips press to his sweetly, lashes fluttering, pretty feautures glowing as if you were an angel.

“Im on the pill mi amor, and besides don’t you think it’ll be hard for anything to happen – you are on old man remember?” You joke.

Miguel shrugs quietly, and you go about your night as you usually do, him staying just a bit to bid you goodbye after you shower – letting you know he’ll be by after your father leaves for work.

What miguel doesn’t know, is the way you craddle the soft skin of your tummy in your palms, gazing at yourself in the mirror, pondering.

What would it take to make miguel yours forever?

𖦹꙳࡛࣪⋕ ˚.✦ ⵢ₊˚. severely unedited!

tl; @whatthesprucedude @livingwithinyou @04oyaoyaoya01 @cheifqueef075 @gardentoolforcevans @valslays755 @namjooningera @scxrluxxie @xstormshadowx @xentualzzz @rubbersould1 @cavvedinn

[eternalera]

I'm making an analysis of this scene because fuck it, it means sm to me

so basically the scene im talking about is the one above and why (because fuck you l like adam and lute) it means so much to me

first off when do we actually see adam smile and im not talking about when he's being an asshole to charlie or making some unfunny sex joke. I'm talking about when he looks genuine.

Like he looks actually happy, not entertained but happy because thats what it is with charlie. He's smiling because he's entertained with her reactions and how pissed he's making her.

Whenever we see him smile it has this almost evil feel to it (whether that be with the teeth in the mask that he wears or not although it probably is... i'll get to that later). It feels like he's meant to be the villain. He's meant to be someone you're meant to hate. So why in this scene does it make you feel bad for him and lute? (almost depending on the person cause yes i know some of you jumped up with joy at this, i aint judging)

it makes you feel bad because there's something human in this scene whether we like it or not. that also comes with the removal of their masks. we've never seen adam without his mask so him losing it in this scene provides us with the sense that 'hey hes still human' he's not some eldritch being sent from hell/heaven. he's a guy.

this also comes with the removal of lutes mask. we see her genuine emotion. we actually see her being to cry something that honestly seems almost out of character for her seeing as she's pretty much that one character whos like 'fuck it lets power through this'

this also is similar to adam smiling cause it shows you that in the end he wasn't a total asshole.

but back to the masks. the masks make them have pretty sharp looking teeth which is something that we associate with sharks or some sort of predator. yet removing the teeth (actually adam doesnt even smile with his teeth) you suddenly get a lot more of a human feeling

they dont feel like a villain anymore (even though thats what they are) they feel like a person. it doesnt make him feel like a threat anymore so you have an actual ability to feel bad for him.

but moving on (i ramble a lot so this may not stay on track but its fine :D ).

our last scene of adam in this entire show (im pretty sure like yknow... direct scene) is him smiling. him showing genuine human emotion. because whether or not you guys wanna admit it adam was the first human, and he does have feelings that pertain to humans. so why have this be our last view of him? of him being quite literally beaten down.

well personally i feel like this is because the show wants us to see him as lute sees him. she saw him (as from what ive gathered) as a genuine friend. she actually liked his company and liked hanging around him.

so this pushes her idea and avenging adam or getting revenge for his death. if we didnt have this scene her just getting upset at lilith and taking charge randomly and getting just randomly mad at the hotel would be kinda... eh.

like it wouldnt make for that good of a story.

but with our last moments of adam being him smiling at lute it shows us basically something else. that he cared, for what? we dont really know but he cared for something because its clear that the extermination failed and adams dying. hes fucking dying something he seemed so upset over two seconds ago screaming and shouting how he shouldnt die or whatever

so its most likely that he cared for lute making this scene all the much sadder. besides its the only thing we can assume seeing that lute was the last thing that he saw before passing on.

also ive seen theories that make a lot of sense with lute being the only one who stuck it out with adam till the end. lilith left him, eve was created from his fucking rib and yet she most likely left him. so he probably died pretty damn along the first time around

so lute being there for him and showing that she cared for him and that she still cares for him probably meant a lot. most likely because she stuck around until his death, she stuck around till the end which once again, he died alone the first time and dying with someone with you the second probably means a lot

anywaysssss yeah thats it byeeee

[adoregojo]

↬ two paths 一 ⦁ nagi.s, reo.m

▶︎ sooooooooooooo... this is some rotting dabble i abandoned, and since Im kind of desperate for any glimpse of motivation, i finished it. and surprise, surprise! its a reo and nagi fic lmaolmao.

▶︎ summary: reo have had a crush on you for a good long two years, and when it's the time to word his love to you, but a obstruct of your part says otherwise. ▶︎ context: nagi is your childhood friend, jealousy, idk if this counts as a love triangle? it's more like your a brick head, some angst (ofc) kind of a plottwist !!gn reader!!

"i like you, I've liked you ever since you stepped into my world, i like everything about you, your smile, your eyes, your gentle hands, your laugh, and most of all your soul that kept me hostage. and i-"

the hang up sound cut him off.

silence fell upon the other side of the phone, only the stillness of the disconnected tone nudging him back to reality. his hold on the phone was a robust one, so stout to the point of a crack to echo. the compound of bitterness, remorse, frustration, all were hefty on the little pinning heart of his.

and with that, you rejected reo, without even saying a word.

and the next days were nothing but a grievous duration, to him the most. as much as reo didn't want to see you for a while, there was no escaping you when you were in the same school, classroom, 一hell, even club. you were in every corner and every ditch, and he'll be a dead lier if he said that your appearance alone wouldn't tiptoe on his heartstrings. reo can stay still ever so firmly and yet you'd still be able to prod him out of his ground as convenient.

reo wanted to be mad at you, to hate you even, but he couldn't, he sincerely couldn't. even when the strain was tense, unbearable, but somehow it also felt pitifully suffocated, graciously. it was you after all, where he felt like a fragile creature under your spell, gosh一 you had reo warped around your finger with cement.

nevertheless, what drove him to the edge was how you operated it. while reo handled it by immersing himself in two blankets and eat ice cream to pacified him to crying himself to sleep. however, you on the other hand was having the time of your life. greeting him good morning to saying goodbyes, even asking him how his day went, did his confession meant that little to you?

reo wondered if you bat an eye, you just denied him after all, but some acknowledgment would've been great. or at least have a talk about it. but instead you acted like it never even happened. the idea of you skipping over his feelings made him sick to his core, it sounded so ill-suited, you above all if not the most considerate, thoughtful person he'd ever met. that's how reo fell for you in the first place.

he wasn't gonna apologies for being selfish, he wanted you to himself. reo kept all his feelings for you bottled up for a good old two years, and he just cannot bare with the fear of someone else stealing you anymore 一something that kept him on trails of restless nights一

maybe that's what herd him away from you, the decedent between the two grew by each day. yet reo loved you too much to live with the consequences of his actions, he can't even look at you without screaming 'why don't you care as much as i do', your sudden unfamiliarity stings him slowly and most of all painfully.

for you to blow him away like a dust that burdens your clothes felt it was caused by a clone, or did he just never knew you like he thought he did?

it ached to see you asking him if he's okay, if you did something wrong to drive him away. and goddamn it hurts seeing you like this, he would rather bang his head to the wall repeatedly than see that anguished expression ever again, and worst of all, reo was the reason for it.

you were heavy on his mind 一as if you weren't already一 the recollection of you standing with your sweaty palms rubbing against each other, a bad habit you do when you get uneasy, he really fucked up to the point where you have became a nervous wreck in his presence. your utter was light, questioning if he even wanted to be your 'friend' anymore.

you weren't the one to blame, reo was the one who stopped talking to you, stopped sitting with you for lunch, he even withdrew the club you two shared 一he didn't even have a liking for it, just joined because you were there一 all that and you still tugged on the last tie of faith reo would walk back into your life with open arms.

but reo didn't want to be your 'friend', not anymore. he wanted to be the one to protect you, to understand you, he wanted to be your man, your other half more anything, for him to be your everything just like you are his. you can't just make heaven a living place on earth then walk away when he was on knees for you.

he left you at halt, saying that he needed some time. you never knew time for what because he walked away before letting you word anything out. so now, his hands buried deep in his pockets, he felt heavy, mind and heart on a race track. he felt awful, the image of you standing in confusion, lost on what to do will hunt him to his grave. he tried running his fingers throughout his violet lockes, he was petty, selfish, and reo knew he could've worded it better instead of this.

from the corner of his eye, he could spot a bunch of flowers fluttering under the rush of air, hit by the sunlight to outshine any other plants besides. he could've think of how beautiful they looked, but no, the first thing that popped out his mind was the image of how bliss you'll be seeing them flourish just the way you liked it.

reo contemplating his actions, the pure, straightforward out of his heart gates confession and how far it had driven him. how beyond it had tossed what you two had. something blended with bittersweetness squeezed within his chest, envisioning of your smile made it a challenge to breathe.

so he keeps on strolling, trying to straighten himself until a familiar tall white headed form comes to his view. ranking ahead of a vending machine, nagi was too busy searching for what it appears to be a coin to even notice reo.

nagi was your friend, the one who watched the two of you downfall in silence. he didn't say a thing about it, didn't get involved and much rather concentrate on his phone-games. but there was something else, nagi have been your friend for what reo have been told since childhood. it was something anyone can figure out in the first glance, nagi doesn't leave your side for what it seems like eternally, he remained as your sidekick for decades. he witnessed all your phases, your growth. and he wasn't planning on departure his spot. it was a rare sight to see nagi not glued to your side, did the sky spare him? did his desperation reaches the empyrean?

"hey," reo announced his presence, nagi's bored eyes soaring over him. so the purple head flipped a coin to his direction, nagi tamed it halfway, staring at the single coin then back at his friend. "need another one." he uttered flatly as ever, so reo push out a sigh as he tossed him another one. the snowy head mummers a low thanks.

"listen, i need to tell you something." reo enunciates after a moment of hesitation, caressing the back of his neck as his lilac hues kept on swirling around. his friend just humming in acknowledgment, supporting his chin with his hand while still examining over the endless optionals of drinks.

"it's about yn."

nagi rattled momentarily, your name was like a cold water on his senses.

well, that was easy. reo thought. "i did something a few weeks ago, and i think i fucked up everything." he says, undertone. as if he was admitting an unforgivable crime.

"what did you do?" there was something off about nagi's tone, his grip on the coins was merciless. but his face still seemed boarded, nonchalantly but oddly firmed for some reason.

"i kind of admitted my feelings to them..."

nagi's daze expression shattered in an instant, not anything crazy, but his eyes grew obscure, casing over reo like a giant blacked cloud.

for nagi to carry that kind of aura was eccentric, that face would only arise every time an unnamed got a little too close to you. at that time, reo convinced himself that he was imagining that, because nagi out of all people stood his ground when it comes to dating, he'd always say the same thing 'dating sounds like a hassle'. and sometimes something wild like 'don't need someone else around, I already have yn.' reo wasn't a backstabber, he only confessed to you because he lived under the roof that his friend wasn't even able to handle anything intrigued with romance.

"i just, been liking them for ages. and i found the strength to finally say it to them, they-"

"hung up on you." the snowy head finished his line, which made reo eyes widen a bit.

he shifted awkwardly, "haha, did they tell you? how embarrassing.." he tried laughing it off, trying to avoid nagi's gaze for his sake.

"they didn't." nagi spoke quickly, voice strained than usual.

"oh? so how did you?.."

"because i did it. i was the one who hanged up."

there was a moment of lull, where not even the waves of wind could sooth over the tension. reo stood still, waiting for nagi to stick out his tongue playfully and shout 'gotcha!', praying for whoever might've fell upon to this to be a sick prank.

"you what?" he doesn't even realize he spoke before the words had already slipped.

nagi sigh tiredly, his fingers still at halt to press the numbers of his wanted drink, he didn't like focusing on two thing at the same time. "i thought you'd figure it out already. man, do i have to explain myself now? what a hassle." he let out softly.

"nagi, you-"

reo doesn't get get the chance to speak, to think, before nagi cut him off swiftly handling the conversation, like he knew this was coming. "listen, reo. i like being your friend, but i can't let you have yn." his words kept hurtling reo, it all poured down at his like a sucker punch.

"i don't understand."

"it's not that hard, i liked them first, i found them first. so they're basically mine."

oh, oh.

it all made sense now. reo felt like an idiot, why is he seeing this now? this is why you were clueless, because you didn't answer it in the first place. why, why was he so rushed to say it and not letting what he thought was you speak first.

every time when nagi would drink from the same bottle of yours, when he would twirl around a piece of your hair randomly, when his head would rest on your shoulder in every ride home, when he would shut down every time reo rambled about you, he just got it. why was he just connecting the puzzle? was his feelings for you so blinding that he couldn't see this?

reo wanted to say something, in fact things. but the lump in his throat clogs his attempts to protests. leaving his mouth agape.

and it was like nagi couldn't get a hold of concern about this, in fact he found waiting for his drinks to make it way down more interesting. yet he sensed a blazing breeze from his friend's direction, it was hard not to when they were on the same burden as an elephant. so the snowy head swiftly retorted, "plus, you already are the standard, right? I'm pretty sure you can find someone else, it'll be better if you found one quicker."

after that, nagi bent over to grab what was supposed to be his lemon tea alongside your favourite one. boredom eyes doubled-dyed at the cans, mostly at yours before blowing out a vague breath一did he just scoff?

"why you.."

"sorry, don't like sharing."

and with that, nagi walked away. head empty with the only maintenance thing was a picture of you as he handed you your favourite flavour with the money that wasn't even his. leaving reo dumbfounding at his back, he didn't get a say on this, like this wasn't even meant for him.

this wasn't a stage he can purchase to himself, not even to earn a role. he felt like a third-wheel in you and nagi's love tale.

it loathes him, brings him to edge even. but most of all, reo now wanted you more than anything.

[6mmad]

you fight and send them to sleep on the couch

(but you get lonely and join him)

lucifer

When was the last time he felt so much dread in his heart?

He's hurt that you'd even suggest such a thing but he doesn't want to argue more, so he stays silent

Lucifer grabs his pillow and goes to the couch without looking back, regretting it embarrassingly quick

He won't admit it, but he can't sleep without being next to you, much less knowing you two fought

He's sitting upright and contemplating until he hears you sneaking around the living room with your blanket

He's a bit flustered at how fast he shot up from his seat to meet you halfway but if you've come to join him then just maybe there's chance to fix things

"Come here, my love. You got lonely? ...I cant say you're the only one. I can't sleep knowing you're upset with me....is that too honest of me?"

mammon

He hates it. Why do you "need space"? He doesn't want space, he wants you!

Grabs his pillow and blanket with a quick "whatever" and scurries out of the room

He's crying, of course he is, but he burrows himself in the couch cushions so that he can stay quiet. What if this is end of your relationship, then what?

Mammon stills when he hears your footsteps, no longer making any movement when he feels you make your way to him

He doesn't move until he feels you slip under his blanket to lay next to him, only them does he peek his head out of the cushions to give you a tight bear hug

"MC, I'm sorry, ok? Im so sorry, let's just.. forget about this. Don't be mad at me anymore..."

levi

Shocked at your request, you're always so patient with him so he knows this is serious

Watches you for a moment to gauge your reaction but when you stand your ground he can't help but tear up

Grabs his stuff and opts to lock himself in his room instead, leaving your room with just an "okay."

Lays in bed and overthinks everything, maybe you were gonna break up with him. Or maybe this is the breakup and you just were being indirect about it or what if-

It takes a few knocks on his door and a small call of "Levi..?" to pull him from his thoughts

Levi recognizes your voice immediately but he feels hesitant to open the door until you properly ask him to please open it

"Please tell me this isn't a breakup, MC"

satan

He'd be lying if he said he wasn't extremely hurt, but he decides to give you space

Gives you a curt nod and let's you stay in his room with all his pillows, goes to the living room empty handed and lays quietly

He decides to just listen to the crackling fireplace to gather his thoughts, not bothering to try with sleep

Keeps sneaking glances at the room to his door, hoping you'll change your mind

To his surprise, his door opens and your eyes meet

"Satan.. I-"

"...Did you get lonely, MC? ..No, I don't care about that stupid argument anymore, it was ridiculous anyway, Just... come here please. I'm sorry"

Refuses to let you go for the rest of the night, worried you'll leave again

asmo

Asmo storms out quickly, he knows it's not like him but he can't stand being looked at with so much heartbreak, especially not from you

Instead of going to the couch he goes to his own room and just cries

He doesn't bother with sleep. He knows he won't be able to so he curls up on his bed instead

It takes him a while to get his composure back but he decides that things can't stay this way, he's not sure what he'll say but you're love is the one he just can't afford to lose

You two bump into each-other in the hallway, him on his way to your room and you to his

You're pulled quickly into his room, of course there's a lot of things you want to say but Asmo just holds you tight, some things being better expressed without words.

beel

"Oh...okay"

Beel wants to discuss more, ask you why you feel the need to push him away but he really doesn't wanna make things worse so he closes the door behind him instead

He sits down in the hallway near your room, you asked him to sleep on the couch but it's too far for his liking, and what if you need him?

Maybe he'd go talk to Belphie but you might not be comfortable with him knowing your relationship problems so he stays put

It's already dusk by the time he nods off to sleep, still sitting

The sounds of your door wake him up and he's surprised to see you looking down at him

"You got lonely?...I was lonely without you too...Please let me back in. Im sorry"

belphie

He looks angry, he looks livid even, but truthfully he's holding back his tears

He wants to say "no" and maybe even confront you for pushing him away but he has half a mind to grab his pillow and leave

He goes to the attic instead, wiping his tears furiously because in all honestly, your pained face was all it took to get his feelings mixed up

Usually he'd sleep quickly, especially in the comfort of his attic bed but he tosses and turns for hours before settling in

Belphie's eyes open groggily and it takes a him a bit of shuffling to realize you're there next to him, holding him tightly in your sleep

"I'm sorry, MC. This whole argument was stupid, I'm so sorry"

He knows you can't hear him in your sleep but he says it regardless, pressing kisses to your head in between

forcefully spoon feeding you angst

[sweetenerobert]

MAKE HIM JEALOUS

softdom!joel miller x chubby male!reader

genre: dad’s friend au, no outbreak au, explicit, minors dni

summary: after finding out your boyfriend cheated on you, you wanted to get even with him how he broke your heart. joel noticing how much it makes you upset, he offers a helping hand.

warnings: strong language, break ups, age gap, (reader is 28, joel is 43) angsty beginning (body shaming, criticism, tw: mentions of wanting to harm yourself), recording, praise and degradation, unprotected P in A, creampies, positive affirmations, body positivity, calls you sunshine, and other pet names, mention of multiple creampies ;)

word count: 6.3k

a/n: possible the most smuttiest i’ve ever written, maybe might write more in the future.

IF THIS SUCKS, IM SORRY

a/n: divders by @firefly-graphics

YOU WANTED TO DIE.

Your boyfriend — now ex boyfriend, just admitted he’s been cheating on you the worst way possible.

He’d sent you videos — yes videos of someone, you didn’t know who it was, but they were sucking on your ex boyfriend’s dick. You could still hear the gagging sounds from that person.

That was only the first one, the second one it was the same thing, but you could hear your ex-boyfriend — Luke’s voice in the second.

“See this, Y/N? You could never treat me this well,” Luke panned the phone towards the person’s face as they were sucking his dick.

They were enjoying it, making you feel this worthless and low. Knowing that they are getting off to this made your stomach turn at the thought of something doing this for pleasure.

The third video was different; it was a view that you were usually on the receiving end for. Luke’s dick was prepared to go inside of someone else’s ass — unprotected. Your fist were balled, and your anger level spiked. You wanted to punch both Luke's and this person's stupid smug faces. You watch in anger as Luke slides his dick into someone else.

This person's moans are so loud you wanted to take your headphones out of your ears. Luke’s dick wasn’t the most impressive thing about his body, but when it did, it got the job done — for him, never for you. Luke tended to toot his own horn when it came to sex.

You never orgasmed about the seven months you both have been together and it was eventful when he swear to everyone he’s made his partners orgasmed in the past. It’s always made you feel weird when you never had one and all your friends always explain how good it feels, but never understood the feeling of that release.

In the fourth video, you felt conflicted, your emotions were all over the place, and you could explain it. You were mad, sad, confused, and all the sad emotions above. Luke was speeding up, and this person's moans were getting louder, thirstier, hungrier, they were filled with lust, and you could feel it.

You had to keep yourself from gagging and throwing up on your porch when you heard Luke’s groans as he picked this pace.

“So fucking tight . . . Luke moaned. “Y/N, he’s so much tighter than you.” He flipped the camera to show his sweaty face.

You wanted to break his nose in all directions — you wanted his nose to be off his face. You hated him, you hated who he was fucking, your anger was going to drive you to do something crazy if he’d sent you something like that.

He was praising them, LUKE. WAS. PRAISING. SOMEONE. ELSE.

Something that you loved hearing from him, it made you feel good to be with him. You felt like you weren’t going to be replaced with someone skinnier, perfect skin, perfect face.

Luke was just rubbing salt in the wound.

The fifth video made you want to cry your eyes out. You saw Luke’s face again, and it made you mad, it was until he started talking that your heart really shattered.

“Y’know, it’s sad that I have to do this, but — well, sad for you, not me.” Luke clenched his teeth. “I couldn’t stand to look at that disgusting body of yours anymore, all those folds, those stretch marks, they always turned me off, and I just couldn’t stand it anymore, so I got an upgrade, and he’s so fucking perfect. —”

He gritted his teeth again and closed his eyes shut — tightly and then opens them again.

“Who’s your daddy?” Luke asks.

“You are daddy! you are!” The person yelled. Luke had placed his phone in front of the person's face as they're taking his dick.

You didn’t even want to look at the last video, you assumed it was probably going to get worse as you kept staring at them.

That was twenty five minutes ago and you’ve been sitting on your porch of the house you share with your dad ever since, blasting your favorite band in your ears to drown out your own tears.

Your knees close to your chest and your arms on top as you rest your head on top of your arms. Your zip-up hoodie sleeves were catching your tears as you were crying.

You hated that a guy made you feel like this — a boy at that point. Luke wasn’t even a man. He was the embodiment of a hormonal teenage boy. And it pissed you off that a BOY made you feel this way.

If Luke was a man he would’ve just broken up with you, it still would’ve hurt but not as this bad.

It felt he stole your heart, stepped on it, burned it, smothered it, threw it in a volcano, and blew it up. This was something you never experienced but you couldn’t let this get you.

You wanted to wallow in self pity, but that’s not mature you had to figure something out. You couldn’t brainstorm right now, A much needed breather was required in this—

“Hey Y/N, you alright?”

You snapped your head up as you heard a muffled voice in your headphones. You look up and see your neighbor and your dad’s friend Joel Miller.

Your dad and Joel weren’t close — yet, they were getting there as your dad would say. You and him traded a few hello’s and waves to each other. You’ve seen him sometimes at work just sitting by himself as he orders a coffee.

You didn’t want to be a bitch but you wanted to be alone right now, but you don’t want your dad to call you in the moment so you had to answer Joel’s question.

You took your earbuds out your ear and opened your mouth to talk to Joel. “Uh, sorry I didn’t hear you,” You sniffed.

“Oh, I said are you alright? But I can see you ain’t,” Joel nodded.

Your immediate reaction was to look at your feet and hope he just walked away, but he didn’t. His towering form sat next to you in next to your phone.

“Do ya wanna talk about it?”

You shook your head, you really didn’t want anyone to see your pity party, but I guess that’s why you went outside. You were home alone and you didn’t want to be in that big old house and you just needed someone to talk to.

But the second someone’s concerned you just dismiss them.

“Are you sure? I- I mean i’m not the best when it comes to advise —”

“I just um, I got my heart broken,” You nodded.

It was the truth, not the full truth on why but he’d get the gist.

“Oh, well that tough. I’m sorry to hear about that,” Joel reassured.

You shook your head to dismiss his reassurance. “It’s nothing you could’ve done to prevent it — It was going to happen eventually.”

“But not you, you don’t deserve that,” Joel shook his head.

Joel helping you out of this funk you were in made it harder and harder to not tell or show him what broke your heart.

“Where’s your dad?”

“At work still — late shift he’d picked up.”

“You’ve just been alone dealin with this?”

You nodded slowly. “Only for about thirty minutes. I was fine before then.”

“Damn, that sucks.”

You nodded again. It had gotten silent for about ten seconds until Joel opened his mouth.

“Uh. . . If you don’t mind me asking, what did they do?”

There it was, the question you were dreading anyone to ask. You wanted to tell someone to get it out of you, but you were embarrassed by the things Luke brought up about you. Your insecurities being heard by another human seemed like a nightmare.

But you could tell Joel was more concerned than questioning. Taking a breath you pick up your phone from the concrete next you.

You notice that your music was still playing. Taking a breath you pause the music as your thumb hovers over the ‘Messages’ app logo.

This was your last chance to tell Joel that you weren’t comfortable with showing him just yet. Tell him that you’re phone died and just lie to him. But you didn’t take it.

Hitting the ‘Luke🦋🤍🫶’ contact and seeing the same videos that haunted you minutes ago.

Slowly scrolling up to the first video, you hand Joel your phone, he looks at you with confusion and you notice your phone is still connected to your earbuds.

“Oh, my headphones are still connected, here,” You hand Joel your headphones.

“Listen to whenever you’re comfortable, skim, skip a video, I don’t care just don’t disconnect those headphones please.” You pleaded.

He nodded, he put your headphones in and pressed play. You looked at your feet after you see him tap your screen.

You didn’t want to see his reactions but you could guess.

Disgust, anger, sadness, anguish, confusion, and upset.

Those were the emotions you were feeling earlier, having to see it or experience it again, you’d didn’t have the heart for it.

You could hear the gasps coming from his mouth. you wish you had ear muffs or ear plugs to not hear this right now.

You stole a glance at Joel after awhile and you notice that your phone and headphones are wrapped around his hands. And he’s looking straight ahead, just trying to grasp what he just saw.

“Why, when did you —”

“I was watching TV and I heard my phone going off and I ignored it, and then another, and another, and another, and I just got my phone and —” You shrugged “— I found myself out here and I’ve just been out here.”

Joel rubs his chin, rubbing his beard in annoyance. He understood your answer but wanted to be mad for you while you were sad.

Joel just took a breath but still looked annoyed, like royally pissed off.

“What are you gonna do?” Joel stole a glance at you.

“What do you mean?” You ask.

“You just can’t sit around and nothin, I know you for a short time but, you’re not the type of person to sit around and do jack-squat.”

He was right, you were head strong and it was one of your redeeming qualities about you.

“I would love to get back at him, but how? It’s not like Henry Cavill’s dropping from the sky.”

“Henry who?” Joel questions.

“It doesn’t matter,” You dismissed.

“I know it’s sounds fucked up but I want him to hurt like he hurt me, I want him to feel pain, anger, anguish and sadness, I want him to crumble Joel,” You seethed.

Joel had to admit, hearing you sound like that turned him on a little, he loved that voice of yours. It was demanding and he loved it.

But he also hated that he couldn’t help —

Hold up, Joel realized he actually could. He was thinking with his head and not his dick this time.

Joel stood up, your phone still in his hand. You assume he was going to leave as you looked at your feet.

You were taken back when his hand was in your face to help you up.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m going to help you,” Joel offered.

Emotions: 2, You: 0

Taken aback again you were confused on what he was offering—

“OH, are you sure? You’re risking a lot.”

Joel knew you were right, a friendship with your dad would go down the drain before it even started.

“I’m sure,” Joel nodded.

The more you thought about it, what have you got to lose? Your dignity? That was already out the window.

You take his hand and he helps you up, you notice there was a little struggle as he picked you up. He probably tried to hide it the best he could. Holding your hand, you cross the street to get to his front door. Before you even step in, Joel stops and looks at you.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

You looked at him and then the door, then your hands intertwined together with Joel’s. And then your phone in his other hand and that just way that fuels your rage more.

“Let’s do this,” You nod.

Hand and hand together felt awkward as you walked through Joel’s living room, walked you up the stairs, and then let you inside his bedroom. You’ve never seen his house yet; he’s always coming over to hang with your dad on three occasions, twice on two separate Sundays to watch a football game, once to have dinner with your family, which he invited Sarah along with him.

His bedroom screamed ‘Saturday’s are to get drunk, Sunday’s are to regret it.’ It wasn’t messy or anything, his bed was only halfway made — like he just threw his blanket on top and expected it to fall perfectly in place.

His dresser had clothes peeking from the openings; his closet door was open. Either he slept with the closet door open or was too lazy to close the door.

You assumed that you would enter this room when Joel told you where to go, but you would be confused and enter Joel’s room — his safe space.

You were staring at yourself in the mirror connected to his dresser. You notice your eyes looked puffy and looked tired.

You hated how you looked and you just wanted to hide and ignore everything this whole day. Placing your hands on top of the dresser looking at yourself much closer.

Joel had closed his door and walked behind you, you feel his body pressed up against your back, his chin resting on his shoulder and his arms around your waist. Reflexively placing your hands on top of his.

“What are you doing?”

“Looking at myself in the mirror,” You answer.

“What do you see?” Joel asks.

“My eyes — they’re puffy and I hate how they look.”

“D’ya want to know what I see?” Joel questions.

You nod your head, looking down at your hands on top of Joel’s.

“I see someone who deserves the world, someone beautiful and amazing.”

You scoff.

“Are you staring at yourself?”

“Yes, but that was meant for you and that wasn’t a lie. I swear it,” Joel reassures.

You roll your eyes at his statement; it wasn’t that you didn’t hear him. You just didn’t believe him. Luke never complimented you after the three-month mark — the first time you two had sex with each other.

Hearing Joel say that didn’t hit your heart, it more likely bounced off. “I can tell your heart has been through hell hasn’t it?” You nodded, still looking down at your hands.

“Mmm, I wish I could repair it like I can with a house, but unfortunately, I can’t help you.”

“I know, but you helping me with this might repair a corner of it,” You smirk.

“If we do this —” Joel rubs his hands slowly and sensually all over your chest, while your hands are now laying on your side under Joel’s. “— I might not have the best relationship with your father anymore, considerin' I’m lyin' to him that I made love to his son.”

You nodded and then turned to stare at Joel’s face, he was smirking, and you smirked back at him.

Placing your lips on his and kissing, gaping his mouth open Joel and you were passionate enough that you already forgot about everyone else in the world.

It felt so good when you were kissing Joel that you had to turn you full body to wrap your arms around his neck, while Joel’s hands are on your lower back. Standing on your tiptoes to make sure the kiss with Joel is still connected.

Opening your mouth, Joel takes the opportunity to stick his tongue in your mouth, you gracefully take his tongue in your mouth and doing the same. It felt passionate and dirty at the time.

This was a favor that Joel was fulfilling for you, their wasn’t supposed to be a no-strings-attached situation, but you and Joel felt like you were both in the honeymoon phase.

The touching, the moaning, holding each other like they were the only two people in the world, it felt like a disaster when Joel broke the kiss.

Joel had your head in his hands as he looked at you with determination in his eyes.

“Turn around —” Breath “— I want you too see yourself how beautiful you are,” Joel breathed.

You turned around as you both notice you both are still in front of the mirror. Heavy breathing, mind blank, heart pumping.

His hands were on your shoulders as he slowly makes way for your zipper on your hoodie.

He slowly dragged it down as you were getting desperate to kiss him again.

As he’s dragging your zipper down he can tell you were getting desperate and chuckled.

“What’s wrong, Sunshine?”

His thick texan accent sending chills down your spine.

“I ugh, I just wanna kiss you again, and it’s crazy to say that.”

“Let me please you baby, you deserve it,” Joel reassured.

Your jacket is almost zipped off and Joel began kissing your neck, his beard tickling and sending chills on your neck. You’re no longer looking a the mirror as you shoot your head up and close your eyes and moan in pleasure.

The zipper finally disconnecting from the other side of your jacket. Joel stopped kissing your neck and slowly drifts your jacket off your shoulders, watching it fall off your arms.

“Turn around and kiss me, Sunshine.”

You followed his command and smashed your lips on his, wrapping your arms around his neck again. His hands on your lower back was now cupping your ass.

It was like he wasn’t giving enough of it, he just wanted to play with it like putty.

Taking off his trucker jacket, his big biceps wrapping around your back. Your body melts onto his as you tangle your hands in his hair. Joel’s kisses had gotten more intense and filthy like he was ravenous. He didn’t want to let you go or forget about this at all.

To Joel he was fulfilling a dream, to you this must have a been a mission you didn’t want to end.

Joel was walking and you were walking backwards being careful to not break the kiss, your hands had a mind of their own as you were touching his face, his beard, his hair, you wanted to explore Joel Miller and you wouldn’t go home until you explored every nook and cranny of him.

Your calves hitting the bed frame made you stop as you didn’t want to break this electrifying kiss, but with Joel, he keeps walking and you break the kiss and end up sitting on the foot of his bed.

Looking up at Joel he had a sly smirk on his face as you look down and realize that your face to face with his bulge near your face.

“I have a feelin’, you suck cock good baby,” Joel smirked rubbing his bulge outside his jeans.

“You want to test that theory?”

You place your hand onto Joel’s bulge and you immediately feel it throbbing. His hard cock being constrained by his boxers must be hurting.

Undoing his pants, unzipping his zipper, you can see his cock throb right in front of you, pointing right at you. “Damn, my cock was hurting so much in those jeans,” Joel licks his lips.

Taking your hands and pulling down his boxers, his dick springs out and almost hits the tip of your nose. You look in shock and satisfaction. This has to be the biggest dick you’ve ever seen. Even Luke can’t compare to Joel’s monster cock.

“Get to suckin’ baby.”

You wrap your lips around the tip of his dick as you start sucking. He brings his head back and moans with pleasure as you take his cock in your mouth.

You start going back and forth as your sucking Joel’s thick cock. He’s in heaven as your basically worshiping his cock, he’s never felt this euphoric before and he didn’t want to let this feeling go, he wanted to live in it forever.

“You’re such a good boy, your ex is a dumbass,” Joel smirks.

Luke wouldn’t even praise you if you did this, he would just be silent, and it would be weird. You just wanted to either be praised or degraded, and Luke knew that, so the silence indicated that he was never into it in any way shape, or form.

You take Joel’s cock from your mouth, and with your hands, you stroke it. It’s big inside and length; you can’t help but smile looking at Joel.

“You’re so fucking big, so much better than Luke,” You smirk.

“He can’t compare, Sunshine?” Joel asks.

“No, he can’t, Joel.”

You take his cock back in your mouth, and he hangs his head back; he places his hands on his forehead and moans in pleasure.

He then takes his hands and holds your head in his hand.

“You’re so beautiful, baby boy,” Joel exclaimed.

His hand is still on your face as you shove his cock down your throat. Inhaling his musky scent and hearing him moan loudly, the neighbors could possibly hear him. Take your mouth away from his cock, and a long line of spit comes with it, and you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand.

Joel leans down to kiss you as he cups your face. He was more passionate and loving this time than his hungrier state. He backs away in a few deep breaths you both share.

“Joel?”

“Yeah, Sunshine?”

“Do you still have my phone?”

Joel snaps out of his hormonal thoughts and bends down to grab your phone from the jean pocket you discarded earlier.

“Unlock it, Honey,” Joel exclaimed, handing you your phone.

You did what he commanded and opened the camera app. Making sure it was on ‘Selfie mode’ and handed the phone back to him.

“Is there anything specific you want me to do, Sunshine?” Joel asks.

“Whatever rolls off your tongue is fine with me, your cock seems to be missing my tongue,” You commented.

“Then get back to suckin’ pretty boy,” Joel smirks.

You place your lips around his tip and your tongue makes its way around Joel’s slit, you taste the precum coming out of it and Joel can feel you, he was back in heaven again and he didn’t want to leave anytime soon. Taking his whole length in your mouth, Joel’s eyes almost pop out of his head.

Bringing his knuckle to his mouth trying to stifle his moans.

“Oh, baby. I don’t even want to record you. That asshole doesn’t deserve you.”

“Focus, Joel.” You smiled

Joel basically huffs a breath trying to contain his moans as you're sucking his cock.

"Hey, Luke? Was it? Anyway, you're probably wondering who this is, well, this is someone who can treat Y/N better, mentally, physically, and sexually of course. I mean, look at him go," Joel smiles, flipping the camera towards you.

At that moment, you knew how to make Luke's heart feel like yours did previously.

You start sucking on Joel's balls, Luke always begged you to suck his, but you could never do it. You knew this would piss him off, and you were happy. Sucking on Joel's balls, you couldn't help but smile.

Joel's dick covered your face, but he could still see your shit-eating grin in the camera.

Joel flips the camera to look back at him. "You see that? He's already forgotten about you and gotten with someone better." Joel smiles and stops recording.

As you attempt to suck on Joel's cock again, he picks you up, and he kisses your lips again, tossing your phone on the bed behind you; Joel's arms wrap around your lower back. Your hands somehow find their way back down to his cock, and you can't help but stroke it.

As you both are kissing, Joel moans in your mouth. As you quickened stroking his cock, his moans became faster and labored; it was hot, and you couldn't get enough of it.

"Sunshine, I have to worship you like you've been with my cock," Joel hisses. "Please, lemme worship you, baby."

"How?" You ask, confused.

"Take your clothes off, and lemme worship that amazing body of yours," Joel hissed again.

You start to slide out of your shoes, then your sweatpants and underwear -- your cock springs free, then your shirt which you were hesitant about before you took it off.

Luke always made some sort of comment about your body. He hated your stretch marks and always compared you to skinner people; it always made you so self-conscious about yourself.

"Look at how beautiful you look," Joel exclaimed.

"You don't have to lie to me Joel," You shake your head.

He cups your face again so you're looking at him. "I'm a lot of things, Y/N but a bullshitter; I'm nothing like that.

You can't help but feel as if your heart is slowly being repaired as you kiss Joel's plump lips again. To you, those lips were like candy and you had a sweet tooth,

"Can I — kiss "—please—" kiss "— worship you now?" Joel asks.

"Yeah," You answer.

You turn around and crawl onto Joel's bed, he slaps your ass as your crawl on his bed. As you place your head onto one of his pillows, you see him take his boots and pants off his around his ankles. He crawls after you until your noses basically and he's kissing you again.

Your cocks are rubbing onto one another as Joel's grinding into you. Your body wanted to explode as he was this passionate. You were touch starved and begging to be touched again and Joel answered your pleading.

Joel’s kisses traveled down towards your chin and then down your shoulders — where your stretch marks resided.

“Your body is so fucking perfect, Sunshine,” Joel complimented.

His tongue was trailing up and down your stretch marks. His tongue felt like heaven on your bare skin, sucking your teeth in amazement as your whole body floated away. You wanted to stay in this moment for a long time -- practically begging Joel to keep his tongue all over your body.

Joel's kisses trail down to your chest -- onto your nipples as he sucks on them; you moan in enjoyment. You were in a euphoric state of mind like you never were before.

Joel's hands kept traveling all over your body, your arms, thighs, and nipples; you loved where his hands traveled. He couldn't get enough of you and he didn't want to stop.

He loved that in this vulnerable moment, you trusted him with your body, to help you reach places that you haven't reached before.

Shutting your eyes while your moans travel all over Joel's bedroom as he kisses down your stomach to your aching, throbbing cock.

Your eyes shoot open as Joel's mouth wraps around your cock. You arch your back in amazement as Joel's mouth feels astonishing.

Luke never treated you this well, and for someone like Joel, who you weren't as close to, knew where to make your body tingle without even telling him.

Joel's mouth kept up and down and your body felt like you were overstimulating and you were about to explode . . . until Joel stopped sucking your cock and then started to eat you out.

You were gripping his sheets until your knuckles were turning bone white; your moans were actually bouncing off of Joel's bedroom walls at this point. You were trying to keep still to enjoy every second of Joel's talented mouth.

Joel's beard felt soft and coarse at the same time, you couldn’t get enough of this feeling Joel was giving you and you didn’t want it to end anytime soon.

“Mhmm, Sunshine, you taste so fuckin’ good,” Joel muffled.

“Joel, you talking makes it feel even better, your so good at that.”

“Your boyfriend never treat you this well, huh?”

“Nope, not the slightest bit.”

Joel grabs your phone once again.

“Password,” Joel commanded.

“Zero-Two-One-Three,” You answered breathlessly.

Joel entered your password on your phone and open the camera app and started recording himself; He started eating you out again and you couldn’t help but moan out loud again.

“Mmmm, Luke, your ex, tastes so fuckin' good, you hear that?” Joel asks before eating you out again.

You didn’t want to have Luke hear your moans, but you couldn’t help it, it felt so fucking amazing, and your moans kept going up and down.

“Luke, have you ever fingered his hole before? Someone like you would not know how to please a person.”

“My tongue is working wonders that your sad dick could, am I right, Sunshine?” Joel asks.

“You feel so good, Joel. I love it so much. Can you do it again, please?”

“Anything for my sunshine,” Joel smirks.

“Luke, I’ll see you later. Gotta get back to pleasin' your ex,” Joel winks at the camera before ending the recording.

Joel grabs your thighs, and your legs stay in place as he eats you out.

He ate you out as if you were going to run away from him, this felt to him, and this felt too good for you.

You wanted to know what his cock felt inside you, so you had to ask; even though this experience would end, you feel a different one.

“C-can you put your cock inside me?”

“You sure, Sunshine?” Joel asked.

“Please, Joel,” You plead.

Joel rushes up to your face and with an open mouth kiss he slides his tongue in your mouth at the same time opening his nightstand drawer and reaching for a condom.

But feeling that the condom box is empty he breaks the kiss and looks towards his nightstand. You curiosity gets the best of you and you look to where Joel’s eyes trailed to.

“What’s wrong?” You ask.

“I don’t have anymore condoms, Sunshine. I really hoped that I could —”

“It’s fine,” You reassured.

“Are you sure, I don’t want to do anything unless you’re comfortable with it,” Joel states.

“No, it’s okay. I promise, Joel would hate that someone else has been inside me — especially raw,” You smirk. Joel smirks back at you and with his outstretched hand,, holds your head so he can kiss you.

As Joel’s kissing you he starts to grind into you, which you start moaning into Joel’s mouth.

He starts to go faster as he’s teasing you, your moans become more and more intense, you love his cock rubbing against yours — it felt almost as intoxicating as when he was licking your skin.

“Sunshine, I’m going to put it in now, okay,” Joel starts.

You nod in acceptance.

Joel lifts your legs up and with a deep breath you mentally prepare for his cock near your entrance. You were nervous to say the least, you could barely deep throat Joel’s length you were nervous on what his cock would to you. Well for one you were —

“OH, JOEL, GOD DAMN!” You exclaimed.

Joel had his dick inside you and the pain quickly turned into pleasure. He leaned down and kissed you to calm you down. His face inches away from yours.

“Is this okay?” Joel asks.

Your hole was aching in pleasure, as you nodded your head at Joel, he rolled his hips into you and you couldn’t help but moan in pleasure.

Joel stood up to take his shirt off ass he keeps his hard cock inside you.

Joel was starting to pick up his pace as he keeps fucking you. You both were on cloud nine as this euphoria moment skyrocketed. Joel was doing something he’s always had dreams, fantasies, about.

He knew it was filthy to think about bending you over and making love to you but he didn’t care because in this moment he was fulfilling a wish he’s been begging for.

“You like this boy?” Joel southern accent making your body send shivers up your spine.

“Mm- fuck, I love it — so fucking big.”

Joel was hitting places you didn’t even know existed in your body, in the moment you didn’t feel the emotions you were feeling moments ago.

Overstimulation, passion, pleasure, overdrive, euphoria, you were feeling all of these and you didn’t want his stop. Joel was treating you like you’ve always wanted to be treated — loved.

“You gonna stroke that pretty cock for me, Sunshine? I wanna see you cum from my dick pounding inside you,” Joel growled looking into your eyes.

Joel adjusted himself to stand up straight — but still pumping his cock into you. You started to stroke your hard, aching, throbbing cock.

As you were stroking yourself, Joel grabs your phone, entering the password and started recording you both.

“Hey Luke, is it? I don’t know — hard thrust — moan from you “— you hear that, me fucking your perfect boyfriend. I’m so fuckin’ glad I can finally fuck this tight hole. Sunshine, you close yet, baby?”

Joel flips the camera to show you. “Almost, but I want you to cum inside me when your close, alright, Luke! You wish you could cum inside me, huh? Cum inside the whore you screwed!”

Joel flips the camera to show his sweaty face. “Well, I can’t ignore what my baby says, so I’ll get back to you.” Joel stops recording on your phone. Throwing your phone next to him, he places his hands on the pillows below your head as he fucks you rough.

Joel’s knuckles were going to jump out of his hands from how hard he was gripping his sheets. You couldn’t help but moan with every single thrust Joel was pumping into you.

This is what heaven felt like and you didn’t want to leave anytime soon.

“Cum for me baby, I want you to feel good.” Joel growled .

“Augh! — Ama-ing, —oel, fuck- amazing!”

It sounded like broken english to you but to Joel, he knew what you were trying say.

“Fuckin’ perfect, baby!” Joel exclaimed.

Joel’s hands were trailing down your body as he was still pumping his hard cock inside you. His hands found your thighs as he holds them.

You could feel yourself getting closer with every stroke — and Joel’s thrusts. Your first ever orgasm was coming and you were nervous and excited at the same time. A long awaited moment coming in an instant.

“Joel, I’m gonna cum,” You warned.

“Cum, for me, baby,” Joel whispered as he got closer to your face.

You were counting down in your head, trying to perfectly count the time your orgasm was going to occur.

“Five,” You thought.

You could feel your body start to shake a bit.

“Four.”

Your body wanted to stop but your hands wasn’t stopping one bit.

“Three.”

“Baby, I’m close to,” Joel stated.

He kissed you as a wave of ecstasy almost leaves your body.

“Two,”

Joel clenched his teeth to hold the explosion in as much as he can.

“One!”

Your cum shot out from your cock as you could feel Joel’s cum shooting inside you, your cum litters all over your stomach as some of it hits Joel’s as well.

Joel’s body shook as he stopped pumping his load inside you. You both were gasping for air in this steamy moment. You fulfilled each other’s requests: You wanted your ex to feel hurt as you did, and Joel finally got to fuck you as hard as he wanted.

“You okay, Sunshine?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m okay.”

Joel smiles and kisses your lips tenderly and softly. You moan into the kiss as you could feel Joel’s cock still throbbing.

☼ ☼ ☼

You had sent the three videos of you and Joel having sex to Luke. That was forty-five minutes ago.

You were still in Joel’s bedroom taking his cock again for the fourth time his cum was inside you. Joel had given you four creampies in the past forty-five minutes, and given you three orgasm’s. Your face was in his sheets gripping them as your ass was hanging over the edge of his bed.

Joel was fucking you as if his life depended it, he didn’t want this afternoon/night to end anytime soon. “Joel, we should stop, this is amazing but, we should stop,” You whined in pleasure.

“This last time, after this I promise, I’ll stop,” Joel groaned in between thrusts.

“You said that, the last four times,” You countered.

“I swear, this will the last time.”

Joel had closed his eyes in determination to cum for the fifth time tonight, he’s never had the experience like this one and he didn’t want to stop anytime soon.

The cum that dried all over your thighs, butt cheeks were a way to know that you were fucked rough by Joel Miller and he loved the idea of that.

“I’m gonna cum again,” Joel states before exploding his cum inside you. You pick yourself up and have your sweaty back on Joel’s sweaty chest, his arm wrap around your neck as he kisses you sweetly. You breathe into each other’s mouths as you both are kissing each other.

That’s when Joel starts to roll his hips back and forth inside you again. “One more time, I promise,” Joel breathes into your neck.

Still holding you with his arm in the position with your back clasping his chest you can’t help but whine.

“Fuuuuuck, Joel, god! Someone help me from this crazy animal!” You exclaimed.

[ada7201]

bllk boys …

with a clutz s/o! < hcs >

gn! reader

★ part 1 with, Kaiser, Barou, Kunigami, Chigiri

★ part 2 with, Isagi, Bachira, Nagi, Reo

★ part 3 with, Rin, Sae, Shido, Aiku

hope you like it ꨄ don’t forget to suggest something if you have any ideas for me! :p

Itoshi Rin

at first, he thought you were just another lukewarm idiot - but clumsier.

until he got to know you ('ω')

he doesn’t hate your clumsiness, but he doesn’t love it.

he helps you up almost every time you fall, unless you’ve annoyed him

SOMETIMES thinks it’s cute. (always)

washes your clothes if you spill something on yourself

“i’m sorry, Rin!” you’d sob, shaky hands reaching out to pull his sweater off of yourself. he was so kind, and let you wear it - but you spilled coffee all over it!

“it’s alright. are you hurt?” he asked, helping you pull the sweater off. he reached out and pressed a gentle hand to your stomach, feeling your skin warmer that usual - you must’ve burned yourself slightly from the coffee.

the sweater was not his concern anymore, he simply threw it in the hamper and cupped your cheeks.

“you don’t have to be sorry.” he’d say - before hesitating. he was never good with words, so he found it hard to comfort you. “it’s just a sweater, i can get a new one.” he adds, brushing away some hair from your eyes.

you sniffle and nod, looking up at your boyfriend’s loving gaze. “but, it was your favorite-“ you’d start, only for him to cut you off with a gentle kiss.

it did not matter if that sweater was his favorite, he never wants to see you cry over a stupid thing like that again.

whenever he gets you gifts, he asks the person at the register if it’s easy to break

he makes sure to take you places that aren’t that easy to break anything, or fall if you get what i mean.

like, he takes you to places such as movies, (and makes sure you put your drink in his cup holder.) gardens, (where he can hold your hand) but if you want to go anywhere - he’ll take you.

he’s super gentle with you, like he treats you as if you were a glass doll

thinks of you as a flower.

like, he once took you to a botanic garden and said “that flower reminds me of you.” (he got flustered for the next hour after that)

Itoshi Sae

when he first met you, he decided it was best to avoid you because he didn’t want you to fall on him.

that was until you actually did, though

Sae was talking to his manager about something, probably about the whole blue lock thing - when you came crashing into him! he stumbled backwards, with you landing right onto him.

“sorry!” you gasp, quickly getting off of the burgundy haired male, who was laying on the floor with wide eyes. he sat up slowly, groaning softly as he looked up at who it was - and like he guessed, it was you. you were a another soccer player who he had met a few times… one of Oliver’s many exes, probably. “are you okay?” you’d ask, holding a hand out for him to take.

he nodded, taking your hand and standing up. his sharp eyes stared down at you, watching the way you slightly shivered at his gaze. “im fine.” he responds lowly, before continuing the conversation with his manager.

you escaped soon after, getting to the meeting room where you started your interview.

Sae didn’t expect to run into you so much after that, and he certainly didn’t expect to come to enjoy your company - as clumsy as you may be.

he usually buys you things in pairs so if you break one, there’s another that’s newer!

carries all of your bags for you, because he wants to, and because he doesn’t want you to drop them

keeps an eye on you to make sure you won’t trip up. (also because he thinks you’re pretty)

he fights the urge to chuckle SO hard whenever you fall or trip

he either catches you before you fall or helps you up. he will never ever let you stay on the floor. not even if he’s mad at you

if there are a lot of people around the two of you, such as paparazzi or something, he usually keeps an arm around you or holds your hand so you don’t fall in front of them.

if people make fun of you, in person or online, he gets really pissed off

how dare they make fun of his clumsy little lover? only he can do that!

he either threatens them or gets his manager to handle it for him

Shido Ryusei

he finds it adorable!

takes advantage of it all the time, and sometimes says things like “i’ll help you… if you suck my-“

he still helps you up after

when he first met you he thought you were faking it

he piggybacks you and carries you sometimes to make sure you don’t fall (cute!!)

if he feels bad that you fell, he falls down with you to make himself feel included

he likes to call himself you “guardian” even though half the time he’s the one tripping you up and causing you to break things…

he tries to fix the things that you break if he ever sees you sad about it, but he ends up breaking it even more

he sulks if you say it’s bad

sometimes makes you like stand on his feet (?)

for example, he puts your feet onto his and wraps his arms around your waist: kind of making you walk like a puppet?

“come ooon! it’ll be fun〜” he pleads, a grin on his face as his hands reach out to hold onto you. “i won’t hurt ya!” he adds - but the evil glint in his eye tells you otherwise. you simply sigh, and decide to agree with his demands.

“fine…” you huff, letting Shido’s hands wrap around your waist - squeezing the flesh slightly and giggling when you yelp.

“alright, alright!” he giggles, placing you in front of him; your feet on top of his. “now you’ll know what’s like to walk normally.” he winks, wiggling his eyebrows as he starts to walk with you like that.

“hey, hey!” you panic, suddenly not trusting your boyfriend at all. “are you sure this is safe?!”

“i’m very sure!” he responds, before laughing loudly. you’re so cute, getting all scared like that!

he continued to play around with you, like a puppet, until he lost his footing - sending the both of you crashing onto the floor.

he giggled, watching your jaw drop and your pretty eyes widen. you’re so cute, he thinks.

he blamed the fall on you afterwards

he once compared you to Humpty Dumpty because you were sitting on a walks fence and fell off.

Oliver Aiku

he loves your clumsiness too!

thinks your super silly

he helps you up when he feels like it, but finds it cute when you’ve fallen

catches you sometimes…

he usually keeps you close to him so he can make sure you won’t fall or break anything that easily

he buys you shoes without laces so it’s a bit easier to walk around

whenever he takes you shopping, he suggests you wear clothes that are a little short / less loose so it’s easier to move around. but either way, he’s okay with what you wear

he literally always holds your hand or arm

always wants to be around you. “because he wants to make sure you’re not doing anything stupid.”

“where’s y/n?” Aiku would ask his teammate, looking around for his cute lover. “i haven’t seen them since the match finished!” he’d cry.

“dude, you saw them 15 minutes ago… they went to pick up your bag.” Sae would sigh, rubbing his forehead in annoyance.

“oh!” Oliver smiled cheerfully. “how sweet of them!” he’d giggle, cheeks growing redder at the thought of you.

“wait.” Aiku paused, his face flushing pale. “you let them go get my bag?! what if they fall!” he panics, rushing out the door in search of you - only to be greeted with your pretty face, a bruise on your nose.

“my baby!” he cooed, pulling you into a hug.

“he’s so whipped.” Sendo would whisper to Sae, who nodded as they both watched Aiku gush over you.

[ficcidio]

LAST TIME

“this is the last time i’m asking you this, put my name on the top of your list”

pairing: fiancé!seungmin x reader

genre: angst

warnings: idol seungmin x non idol reader, cursing, crying, fighting (verbally ofc), not proofread and i think that’s it

a/n: this was initially written for bangchan but i changed it hehe, im sorry to always make you suffer i just love angst 😔

now playing: last time by taylor swift

— 시작

another sleepless night waiting for seungmin to arrive home. you knew he was working, he worked so, so hard, but sometimes you needed a little bit of comfort too. he didn’t feel like your boyfriend anymore, for the past month he hadn’t been your lovely significant other, he was just someone you occasionally saw around the house and hardly ever woke up next to.

it was heartbreaking to think he didn’t love you anymore like he used to. you couldn’t remember the last time you even touched each other in a meaningful way. it had been months since you had sex and probably weeks since you last kissed. you remember it so well, you both would kiss until you lips hurt, sang your favorite songs at the top of your lungs in midnight and stargazed until you fell asleep on each other.

pain. grief. that was all you could feel. that was all you had felt for the past month and it was getting tiring.

“don’t wait for me awake” he told you many times, but you wanted to spend at least a little bit of time with him, so you forced yourself to stay awake until he arrived, and that drove him mad.

since he proposed to you and you moved in together, it felt as if he didn’t want to see you outside your house. as if it was enough for him to share a bed. he didn’t take you on dates, he didn’t call you special pet names. it seemed like all his feelings disappeared, and you were terrified.

03:39 a.m, he still wasn’t there. your eyes now felt heavy and you thought that it was time to sleep, but a sudden wave of anxiety and fear hit you and your eyes filled with tears. you allowed yourself to cry, to let everything you’ve been hiding out.

the door opened, silently, seungmin trying not to wake you up. what he didn’t know is that you were more than awake.

he opened the bedroom door only to hear your silent cry. he stayed there, not knowing what to do. as you hadn’t been as close, he didn’t know how to comfort you anymore. after seconds of thinking, he decided to just stay by your side without saying a word. you felt the other side of the bed heavier, meaning he laid there. next to you. without touching you or comforting you.

you were so, so tired of this happening. you didn’t want to say anything, you really didn’t, but without meaning to, you exploded.

“you enjoy watching me cry?” you whispered, staring at him with no fear. you knew he didn’t, but maybe it didn’t bother him either

“what are you talking about?” he asked shyly, barely daring to look at you. you laughed ironically and rolled your eyes to show your disappointment,

you took a few seconds to make sure you really wanted what you were about to say, and you decided yes, you were sure. you took off your promise ring and took his hand – the first contact you had in weeks – to leave it there. he looked at it, unsure if he understood it right. you couldn’t be doing that, right? no, thus couldn’t be happening he repeated in his head again and again, but not even one word dared to escape his lips. instead, his eyes watered slowly, watching every move you made. you stood up and walked to the living room, he instantly followed you.

“what? y/n, what do you mean by this?” he insisted

“i mean just what you’re thinking” you stated “i don’t want to marry you, seungmin”

his name felt so dry on your lips now, his heart froze.

“what? why? was it too early? we can postpone it, don’t worry…” he tried to fix it, he tried to pretend he didn’t know the reason but of course he did.

you cut him off instantly “you know damn well why” you simply answered, letting him think. you couldn’t say much more, you would break down if you tried

“no- why are you doing this to me?” he yelled, following you as you walked around the house. when you stopped, he also did right in front of you and you had to see his crystallized eyes, they showed so much pain, but you wouldn’t believe it after all he did

“to you?! i’m the one doing something to you, seungmin? am i hurting you?” you yelled “for three weeks you don’t bother touching me, asking me how my day was, nothing at all! and i’m the one hurting you? you arrive past midnight in a bad mood, only to sleep peacefully without even saying goodnight! how do you settle with just sharing a fucking bed?! how on earth is that enough for you?!” you screamed, looking at his eyes. embarrassment was shown in his, while his lower lip trembled a little

“you don’t care, do you? you don’t give a single shit for my feelings or anyone else’s! you’re just like everyone else” you continued to scream with all the energy left in you while he just looked at you speechless. the sadness and loneliness suddenly hit you and the tears started falling as you calmed down a little “i don’t even know if you love me anymore” you said with a cracked voice, trying to hold yourself from crying, but you couldn’t

“y/n–“ he tried to talk, but of course, you didn’t let him.

“and the worse part is that i love you. i love you so much, seungmin, but i am just so tired” you breathed out. “so tired of eating dinner alone a-and watching you treat everyone else so nicely when you act like i’m not here, and i’m so tired of… everything. i’m tired of this. i love you, i really did want to marry you, but it’s getting tiring to wait for you until midnight…”

“i told you not to wait for me” he interrupted you

“this is not about fucking waiting! you’re not here seungmin, nor physically or emotionally!” you screamed again, regretting it right after when you saw tears falling down his cheeks “i’ve asked to many times to put me on the top of your list and you just… disappear again, and again, and again”

“and i am struggling so much, but you don’t care enough to notice. you didn’t even care when i was crying…” you whispered

“i did care but you were-“ he tried to talk, but you didn’t let him.

“no you fucking didn’t! you have no fucking excuses seungmin. despite all the things i’ve done for you, everything i’ve risked you still don’t care! i am tired of being strong and i’m tired of acting like i don’t care when behind closed doors this is all i feel! i feel trapped!” you screamed “it’s not your fault seungmin but i miss you, i miss my boyfriend, the boy who asked me to marry him, i miss who you used to be, and i know it’s hurtful to hear but it’s true. you’re not here for me. i just want you to realize i’m in pain, seung. do you love me?” you asked

“y/n, calm do-“

“do you fucking love me anymore? you don’t! you don’t love me you’re just faking it! you’re a fucking pretender” you pointed at him “liar! you’re a liar, look at what you’ve done! i hate you! i hate you so fucking much!” you index was now hitting his chest and you suddenly collapsed into his arms, as if all the anger you once felt had disappeared, you just needed him close.

you cried in his arms while you heard his quiet sobs, you waited for him to answer. though, after all you said, you wouldn’t be surprised if he hated you now.

after a few seconds, you started to feel desperate when he didn’t answer. maybe he was mad at you. you pulled away and looked in his eyes.

“i don’t-“

he interrupted you “i’m so sorry, y/n…” seungmin muttered “i didn’t… i-i… i’m so sorry…”

“seungmin… i didn’t mean it” you said, feeling regret from every hurtful word you said to him “i don’t hate you…”

“i know, y/n. i’m so sorry, i- didn’t expect you to be in so much pain, it’s my fault”

“it’s not, you didn’t know” you tried to defend him

“it is. i’m sorry, i promise you this won’t happen again, i promise will be fine please- please just stay with me”

…

“always”

[freestyle-crocodile-trashpile]

Too much...

Summary:Being spiderman and a trans teen was too much for you, especially when Miguel was pissed and yelling at you

Type:Scenario:Angst:Miguel & FTM!Reader

Version:Atsv

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It hurt. Miguel was yelling at me again, I had messed up the mission. Almost let the anomaly escape.

"You're so reckless! Do you know how much that mission could've cost us!?"

I knew Miguel wasn't one to yell instantly, he usually talked us through it first. But he was so angry, I wasn't sure why. But when he got mad... he said things he doesn't fully mean.

"Why are you even here if you can't follow simple orders! You're a spider-woman for God's sake!"

Those words hurt. Im not a girl. Or choice this job. All I do it try my best, I work hard to live up to his expectations and all he does and get mad and shove me back down. His expectations are too high for me, everyone's is.

"Why couldn't you follow these orders?! And you were late today! Almost missed the mission and cost us alot for what?"

No....that's not it. School was catching up on me, its hard trying to keep my grades up and not kicked out while also trying to keep up as Spiderman.

"I don't even wanna hear it...your probably gonna make up some excuse"

Like what? I had no excuses in mind. I was scared. I don't like people yelling at me. Especially adults.

"Y/n...this is disappointing, I thought you were better than this..."

That made my heart drop. Disappointed? I'm sorry...I was trying my best really, I just can't keep up. After working at school all day in a binder than immediately coming here was exhausting, and I could feel my breathe become limited from my binder still being on. It was crushing me, literally, I knew I had to take it off. And Miguel wasn't helping.

"Don't you have anything to say?! Or are you just stand there with a pout"

Miguel crossed his arms and stared down at me with a disappointing look. I couldn't look up at him, staring at the ground. My breathing started to pick up, and tears started to build up in my eyes. I could feel my breathing become shallow and harder and harder to breathe. How long has my binder been on.

"Ki-....okay?"

I couldn't make out what he was saying anymore. Tears streaming down my face quickly, I grip my suit. I'm tugging it as I try to breathe. Suddenly, I feel strong arms wrap around me, they seemed hesitant but comforting nonetheless. It was Miguel.

"Deep breathes, take deep breathes. Calm down...."

It was shocking how Miguel was comforting you. But it hurt him to see a child crying, especially after his daughter.

"You're fine, I was just mad, you're alright"

Miguel started to rub my back slowly, doing his best to calm me down. Slowly, and with shaky hands, I wrapped my arms around him, taking small breaths and slowly calming down.

"There you go, deep breaths"

It took a second, but eventually, I calmed down. Miguel told me to go take a break and might him in his office when I was calmed down, just to talk about the recent mission, nothing else.

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[A/n:I honestly don't know how to write Angst 😭. I hoped you enjoyed]