#it's all my stomach can do rn i guess sigh

[thegoldenavenger]

Finally made an acceptable onigiri and by [made] I mean my mom cooked rice last night and I used that instead of trying to make it myself haha

[thatsdemko]

my valentine - o.piastri

masterlist | pairing: Oscar piastri x fem!reader

summary: a red lacy Valentine’s Day seems to be just the kind of thing Oscar needs…

warnings: not intended for minors + oral (f receiving) + talks of Valentine’s Day + some errors here or there

a/n: I’m baaaack! while I know this isn’t the part two to the secret Santa that’ll hopefully be here soon I’m having some trouble writing that rn… but please enjoy this!!!

what did men like on Valentine’s Day? was it lace? was it red? or was it just sex? you couldn’t decide the answer. while you stood dumbfounded and dripping in nervous sweat inside the Victoria secret, it left you no choice but to leave and hope scrolling on Amazon wouldn’t lead to the same amount of panic and overwhelm.

you’d wanted to make Valentine’s Day perfect for Oscar. with all of his training and simulator work he’s been doing this winter break, you figured he deserved something special. you perused store upon store for the ideal lingerie for that special Wednesday night, but came up with nothing.

“you’re back from the mall awfully early.” Oscar comments hearing his apartment door shut behind you.

“really? felt like I was there for ages.” you huff out an exaggerated sigh before plopping down on the couch, “if you were wanting something for Valentine’s Day, what would it be?” you ask staring into his big brown eyes.

a laugh escapes his lips. he’s told you infinite amount of times he wanted nothing for the silly hallmark day. he just wanted a nice meal and some quiet time with you. what more could a man ask for? it was a door you never wanted to open, but you knew there was more to it.

“please don’t buy me anything—“

“oh no it’s not like that.” you cut him off, the heat returns to your cheeks when he looks over at you with a knowing look. you sink further into the couch cushions hoping to disappear, but his eyes stay glued to your growing redness.

“well then I guess I’ve always liked the color red on you.”

—

the red lace underneath your pajamas is uncomfortable. you’re unsure how anyone woman could deal with the deep wedge of material up their ass, and the sheer itching against their stomachs, but you figure you can power through. it’s just one night— well that’s unless Oscar decides the 10 dollar red lace bodysuit was to stay permanently.

you hear the lock of your apartment free, and the door swing behind him indicating Oscar and the carry out food had arrived.

“darling, where are you?” he calls out from the kitchen, and taking no time to wait for you. he’s unpacked the styrofoam containers from the bag, opening his box, he takes in a few bites of food that attempted to spill out the container.

reaching for a napkin to clean up his mess, he quickly glances up to see if you’ve made your way in only to stop in his tracks, jaw nearly smack to the floor at the sight of red.

“you look—“ he doesn’t get the chance to begin, there’s not a word he can find to finish the sentence, because whatever it was he was already feeling against his pants.

moving around the counter, he finds himself in front of you where he can see just how much you’re doing to him with so little. a giggle escapes your lips as you pull his face to yours, “did you want to eat first?” you ask.

shaking his head he whispers a no, before placing his hands against your hips, finger tips gently trail the red lace up your body, “I want you first.”

it’s not a long walk to your bedroom, but it feels like ages for him. every second he doesn’t have his hands on you is a waste, and when he finally does get them, it’s not wasted removing the lace from your body revealing every part of you faster than you expected him to do.

he takes the second to fumble with the condom, his fingers shake with anticipation, it’s almost like the first time you’d done it in your relationship. the nerves got to you both, trying to figure out what worked and didn’t, but now, you’d say your pros. knowing the ins and outs of each others bodies, like how he favored your lips around his dick and you liked his fingers inside of you. with time, you learned all of this.

this was a gift on its own, one that had him dripping in precum and aching to get inside you. and when the condom finally was secured, he, once again, didn’t waste a second to find your cunt and fuck you.

his hips grind against yours creating warmth between your bodies. his hair falls across his forehead that you can barely see with the blur of pleasure in your eyes.

he doesn’t say much. he never does, but he doesn’t hesitate to praise you, adore you, and remind you of how lucky he is.

“you’re so good to me,” he’s saying, transitioning from being inside you, his lips travel across your warm skin all the way down to your hips. his fingers gently nudge your thighs open, and you get the hint, “let me do this for you, my valentine.”

you’re unsure if it was the kisses, the words, or his warm tongue against your wet folds, but one of them got the air stuck in your throat. there’s nothing more than you love than the sound of Oscar eating you out. the slurps, the hum— all of it. the sounds were pleasing to your ears, even more so than the action itself you were gripping the sheets.

he’s edging you, playing you. its ridiculous and maybe you deserve it. after all, you’d put the idea of you in red in his head days ago and he’d been unable to concentrate. the patterns of floral dancing across your chest, a low cut neckline, he’d wanted it all— or none of it if you’d decided that. but you deserved this in some way. you’d been the one to send his dick rock hard any hour or second of the day.

“osc,” the moan comes out more like a pity plea. the chuckle against your pussy sent a chill down your spine and a twirl in your stomach. so you deserved that much, you thought, but this? not letting you come? too much.

“I’m gonna come,” the words spill as does the warmth out of you, his face covered in you wasn’t something he could ever be mad about, but not giving him the chance to edge you? you’ll be paying for that later.

“I wasn’t finished.” he slides a finger inside, barely giving you time to rest and recover, “you fucked with my mind all week.” he groans at the very sight of you from a couple minutes ago. he wished he’d taken a picture, saved it for later, but he was too antsy. his pants did the thinking more than his head. and that’s why he’s stuck his finger in your pussy.

he loves the sound of you. moans, groans, whines, whatever it was. he knew you liked the way he rubbed your clit, the way he kept going until he felt the shake of the frame against him, and that’s when he removed his fingers letting you come.

“what a jackass.” you swear closing your legs up and pushing yourself up off the mattress to find your clothes, “didn’t even let me cum on your fingers, like it’s not Valentine’s Day—“

he shuts you up with a soft kiss, “I think we should eat first before another round.” his words hang in the air as he watches the anger sizzle out of you, “and I want you in that red thing again.”

“anything for you, my valentine.”

tags: @monzabee @lovelytsunoda @leclerc13 @smoothopz @imsorare @lpab @lunnnix @frreyaa

[mikobeautifulheart]

Jealous, protective megumi pls??

- 🐌

OMG I MISSED YOU SM. 🤧 my saviour anon.

And Absolutely.

Jealous and protective Megumi

After being stranded in heavy rain you wait for your boyfriend to pick you up. What you weren't expecting was to met one of his acquaintances while waiting. He didn't either.

Sitting under the bus shelter you looked down at your phone to read the time. You had been there for well over 10 minutes and the rain had no sign of stopping or getting any lighter.

You felt your phone vibrate and saw that Megumi was calling you.

"Hel-"

"I have your umbrella"

"Yeah I figured *sigh*"

"Where are you? I'll pick you up."

"I'm at the bus shelter, near the school."

"Okay wait there, I'll be-."

The rain poured harder making it hard to hear him over the phone.

"Megumi? I can't hear you?"

No response. You hung up.

He sent a text saying that he was on his way.

Just as the rain had got worse before you heard heavy footsteps of someone running under the bus shelter to.

You looked up from your phone to see a person doubled over, absolutely drenched and exhausted. After a few seconds they caught there breath and stood up, occasionally glancing at you.

"Forget your umbrella to?" He asked politely, just engaging in small talk.

"Ha yeah... I should have checked the weather report today."

"Yeah"

The rain kept going as you two stayed silent.

"Got far to go?" He spoke again, this time looking at you until you faced him.

"Oh well, not really I was just going to run to the school up there but the rain keeps getting worse." You smiled

"School? You don't mean that really small one surrounded by bamboo, do you?"

"That's the one"

"So are you a sorcerer too?"

"How did you know?"

"I'm going to Jujutsu high to"

Back at Megumi's dorm he's getting a weird feeling in his stomach, like something was eating him alive.

"Yeah I'm actually a second year but I was training in another country"

"Really, that's so cool! How come I've never heard of you?"

"Honestly I was a bit of a loser" he laughed and so did you.

"That can't be true, you look so cool and mysterious."

You noticed that it was silent again and you looked over to see that the guy was now looking straight in front of him, ears red.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make it awkward..." You said with a nervous chuckle.

"Oh NO, No Not at all" he said even redder now as he stumbled over his words.

"Um, I was just wondering..."

You felt a cold hand intertwine its fingers with yours, to your surprise you saw Megumi standing inbetween you two holding pa wide umbrella.

"Oh Megumi, Hi" you said not noticing the glare he was shooting the guy.

"Hey Fushiguro, how are you?" The guy said nervously scratching the back of his neck.

"I'm fine, Okkotsu, if you don't mind I'll be walking my girlfriend back to the dorms."

The atmosphere got thicker.

"Yeah see you at the school I guess..."

With that Megumi had already started to lead you away with out letting you say goodbye. His hand slowly loosened its grip as he sighed.

"You knew that guy?" You said

"Yeah, he's got a thing for dead girls."

"W-WHAT?"

"Yuta okkotsu, a special grade. He's related to Gojo so we would rarely bump into eachother in the past.

"Special grade?!"

"Y/n what ever you do, don't go messing around with him okay."

You doubted that Yuta was actually a bad person, let alone one who would hurt you. But you couldnt help but listen to Megumi as you saw the jealousy getting to him.

"Okay Gumi, on one condition."

"What?"

" I can talk to him about my amazingly strong good-looking boyfriend." You giggled as you swore Megumi was breaking down inside, movments becoming stiffer and hesitant.

"Whatever"

THANK YOU FOR READING ♡

AUTHOURS NOTE: I'm working on a few fics rn (including the OP ones) but my inbox is nearly empty and my requests are open. Reblogs r welcomed and have a good whatever time.

[sturniololoco]

Period Problems

Chris Sturniolo x fem reader 

Warnings: periods?

Summary: You weren’t feeling your best due to your period, and Chris makes you feel better.

Y/N’s POV

You don’t know how I got to this position, but I was now upside down on the couch watching a hallmark movie. Being on your period always hurts, and some crazy sitting positions always ease your pain.

It was late, and Matt, Nick, and Chris were out filming a car visit video and getting dinner from McDonald’s. I texted my boyfriend from my position on the couch,

“Are u still at McDonald’s?”

“Yah, need anything??” He replied after about a minute.

“Can I getta chocolate milkshake plzzzzz” I texted back.

“Ofc mama u need anything else?”

“Nope! 😘”

-

I’m still upside down on the couch when the boys walk upstairs,hold bags of food.

Matt just gives me a look, but Nick says,

“Y/N, should I even ask what the fuck you’re doing?”

“No, probably not.” I respond, to which he just shakes his head and goes to get his food.

Chris comes up the stairs a moment later, holding, what I assume is his Pepsi, and my milkshake.

I immediately turn right side up and roll up my sleeves, clapping my hands like a child.

“Well isn’t someone excited!” He laughs and walks over to me, handing me my milkshake and kissing me on the head. Chris goes to get his food and comes to sit next to me, the other two boys filling in on the couch where there’s room. 

“Y/N, you know we all love you, but can we please change this shit?” Mat says, referencing the hallmark movie playing on the tv.

“ugh I guess so.” I said, tossing him the remote. He changed it to a new show that he wants us all to watch, and we all eat our chicken nuggets.

-

I end up with my head in Chris’s lap while he’s still sitting up in the couch.  Normally I would be super comfy in Chris’s Fresh Love track suit I’m in right now, but my cramps just won’t go away. I try to reposition myself, but I end up sucking in a sharp breath at the pain.

Chris’s POV

About halfway through the movie, I hear Y/N gasp and hold her stomach.

Then i finally realize that she must be on her period. That explains the weird positions, the chocolate milkshake, and the craps.

I slowly take my hand and move her arms from around her. I replace them with my hand, sliding it up her sweatshirt and lightly massaging her stomach.

She lets out a little sigh of relief and snuggles closer to me.

Y/N’s POV

I feel Chris’s hand make their way under my sweatshirt and my cramps almost immediately feel better. His big hands cover my whole stomach, and their warmth soothes my aching tummy. I snuggle into him, so thankful to have a boyfriend like Chris, who always knows exactly what to do.

This was kinda rushed, but I low key rly needed this rn 😭 hope yall like it. I should be able to post one more before the end of the night but I’m still not sure

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[lvrsparadise]

Can you write an angst with chris where he gets mad at y/n for something when she just wanted physical touch and then he runs after her and apologizes with like a fluff ending? If you can’t that’s ok! I love your stories :)

'CLINGY' - C.S

Synopsis - request !

Warnings! - angst, fluff, kissing, Chris being a lil poopy head, no actual use of Y/N, profanity, mentions of anxiety and anger issues, commitment issues, reader has a dog, a Pitbull, I think that's it. Let me know if I missed anything!

A/N - Of course! Thank you for requesting! I really hope this is what you meant, I wasn't completely sure about most of it, but I think it works.

Today was kind of stressful. I had an anxiety attack in the middle of my presentation in my creative writing course today. And that lead me here, sitting in my living room waiting for my boyfriend to answer his phone.

I sigh as it goes straight to voicemail, for the 4th time. My dog, Lucy, hops onto the couch next to me and lays down next to me, laying her head on my thigh.

I decide to text Nick to see if anything happened or something.

Me: Hey Nick, is Chris doing anything rn? Nick: No. He's just sitting on his phone. Why? Me: I've called him four times and he hasn't answered. It went straight to voice mail each time. Nick: Damn. That's weird. Me: I know. But I'll just leave him be for now. thanks Nick. Nick: Of course.

Huh.

I sigh as I drop my phone on the coffee table, making a clinking noise against the glass. As if Lucy can feel my emotions, she sits up from her laying position and gets in my face and starts attacking me with kisses, full of slobber.

After she calms down and decides to lay on my lap fully, I grab the TV remote and turn on something to keep me occupied. I go to Disney plus and turn on Tangled.

----

I'm at the scene when Flynn Rider gives the crown to the two thugs, and they put him on the ship and sail him to the jail, when I hear my phone buzz from its place on the coffee table. I sigh as I pick it up and low-and behold, it's a text from Chris. One singular text, that made my heart nearly stop.

Chris: Can you like, stop calling and texting me so damn much? You're being so clingy.

I just leave him on read and throw my phone back down, this time hitting the floor and not the coffee table. I feel my blood boil. My head is buzzing from anger. I try to focus on the movie, and I start to pet Lucy from her curled up spot on my lap, confining me to the couch.

----

The movie finished and I've since then turned-on YouTube, watching Joey Graceffa's Escape the Night series. I hear another buzz from my phone, and I pick it up from the floor.

Matt: fyi, Chris just left and is walking to your house now. Me: Thanks for the heads up. Matt: Course.

Low and behold, a knock at my door. Well, more like several knocks, each one making Lucy bark.

I scramble to the front door and open it, to see an almost angry Chris.

I furrow my brows. "Chris is-"

He just pushes past me and into my house.

"Why'd you leave me on read?"

I sigh as I shut my door and turn to face him.

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe to not come off any clingier than I already was!" I say with sarcasm in my voice.

"Why weren't you answering my calls?!" I ask in retaliation.

He looks dumbfounded. Like he doesn't even know why he dodged my calls.

"Chris, why were you ignoring my calls?" I ask sternly. I feel my mind go blank and fuzzy. I feel my stomach knot up. All because of my anger.

He sighs in defeat, probably now knowing why.

"I guess, I just had a little moment."

"What do you mean by moment?" My voice is calmer, and quieter.

"I mean, you know this. I just got scared for a second. My commitment issues kicked in a little. I got insecure. I just, my mind kept going over the worst scenarios of me fucking up our relationship."

My stomach un-knots itself and I feel the fuzziness in my head go away. My expression softens and I walk to him, grabbing his hands.

"Chris, you could never fuck up our relationship. I mean, even if you did, we'd always fix it. I know you have issues with being in a relationship, I get that. But you could never hurt me, never. I love you." I put one hand on his cheek and smile softly at him. One he returns.

"I love you." He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me close to him. I wrap my arms around his neck, pull him closer in a hug.

After he pulls back, his hands are still on my waist. I lean up and press a gentle kiss to his lips before pulling back.

"Feel better?"

"A lot better. I'm sorry."

"It's okay. Just, if you ever feel like this again, let me know. I'll help you."

His handsome smile overtakes his face, making his eyes brighten. I push a few strands of his hair out of his face with a smile on my face as well.

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[live-laugh-lenney]

Hey, sorry if you aren't comfy with writing this/me requesting it but I just want to know if you could do a period comfort type thing with Arthur or Will? On my period rn and my lord it is killing me :/

the girlies are hungry for some willne content so here we go!

she had a feeling.

a horrid feeling that sat low in her stomach, along with the cramps that were contracting her muscles and the damp sensation that she could feel between her thighs, and she couldn't bring herself to leave the warmth and the comfort of the bed to see a bloodied stain left in her place on will's bed because she hadn't been paying attention to what time of the month it was. and she so badly wanted to get up, to check, to make sure she hadn't leaked too much, if at all, on his bed sheets... yet she found herself panicking.

this was the first time she'd started her period in the presence of him.

usually, she would busy her life to the point where they'd go almost a week without seeing each other because her hormones made her feel gross and grumpy and hormonal. and will wasn't stupid and yn, deep down, knew that... but he never went digging and he never forced plans to happen during that one particular week each month. if she knew she was due to start then there was no way she'd have agreed to stay at his place for the weekend.

"if you stare up at the ceiling any longer, the upstairs owner will be in bed with us."

"what?"

her features scrunch up with her eyebrows pinching together on her browline and she turns her head to look in his direction, being met with a cheeky smirk on his lips and a pair of tired eyes watching her, and she could feel her cheeks heating up with embarrassment.

"you'll burn a hole in the ceiling if you stare at it any longer," he says in amusement and she rolls her eyes, "what did it ever do to you?"

"nothing," she grumbles, grasping at his duvet and pulling it up to cover her face, "i'm going back to sleep."

there's a moment where neither of them move... until she feels him tug on the comforter to remove it from her face, only to be met with a tight grip and a straight-up refusal on her part. and he wasn't in the mood to back down, ducking beneath the covers and coming face-to-face with her.

"something's bothering you," he says softly, almost like a whisper, and he can see the emotions written across her face, "what's the matter?"

"nothing," she whines and turns her face away from him, squeezing her eyes tightly and he sighs heavily, dropping his face into the swell of her breasts that were dressed with one of his old t-shirts, "i'm just sleepy. guess i struggled to sleep last night."

"come on," he scoffs and buries his face a little more into her breast, "i know you, yn. i'm not an idiot."

there's a wave of silence and she really contemplates whether she wanted to tell him or not... it was silly for her to be embarrassed over something as natural as a period but she felt silly for getting so upset and panicky over it. it wasn't something she could control.

"you're gonna be grossed out."

"nonsense," he lifts his head and looks at her, "i'm up in your morning breath right now, nothing can be worse than that."

she scoffs and lifts an arm to whack into his shoulder, making strong contact, enough to elicit a groan from him.

"i hate you," she grumbles and he cackles softly, cosying down beside her and laying an arm across her stomach - unknowing to him that she found instant comfort in feeling his warmth and the weight of his arm resting just where her cramps were aching, "seriously, it's gross."

"what is it? i can't help if you don't tell me."

she pouts her lips out and she wants the ground to swallow her whole because this wasn't a conversation she was prepared for.

"i think i've started my period," she murmurs quietly and she's timid when she looks him in the eye, "but i have none of my stuff. no pads, no tampons, i have no paracetamol or clean pants or anything. and i think i've leaked on your sheets and-"

"is this all you were worried about?"

she gulps thickly and he smiles softly.

"oh, you're a silly goose," he shakes his head, "you think i'm not at all prepared for this?"

"prepared?"

"the only thing i don't have for you is clean pants," he admits and he removes the covers from where they were almost suffocating the two of them, "i have everything you need in the cupboard under the sink in the bathroom. tampons, pads, everything you need. as for the bed sheets, we can wash them, no worries about that."

"you-"

"you think i don't know?" he lifts an arm up and brings a hand to cup her cheek, brushing his thumb across her cheek in a soothing way, "i know when you pretend to be busy for a week so you don't have to see me. i know you keep yourself occupied so you can't come over," her cheeks pink up and, yeah, she feels a lot sillier now, "sunshine, i've been with you for over six months now. i'm not an idiot."

"i can't believe you," she giggles sweetly and she stretches her neck to press a kiss to his cheek, "i love you."

"i love you too," he grins, "now, go and freshen up. have a shower, do what you need to do, and i'll pop out and grab us some breakfast."

"can you get some croissants and pancakes?" she wonders and he nods, "maybe some fruit? and some bacon."

"i'll see what i can do," he presses a kiss to her forehead before he swings his legs over the edge of the bed and stands to his feet, "take as long as you want, yeah? i'll some clean clothes for you on the bed for when you get out."

"thank you," she smiles, watching as he dug through his wardrobe for a fresh outfit to wear for the morning, "now hurry up, otherwise i'm going to turn into some hormonal monster. and you won't like that."

"yes, ma'am." xx

[bbyquokka]

You love me though ˗ˋ꒰♡꒱ˊ˗

➥ pairing: Lee Minho x F!Reader

➥ genre: fluff, smut. MDNI

➥ synopsis: Minho helps you cook for you and your date, despite feeling jealous. However, when your date stood you up, Minho comforts you, making you realise your true feelings.

➥ warnings: smut, protected sex, fingering, clit play, blowjob, nipple play, blood [mentioned, not described], violence [mentioned, not described], cheating, unrequited love, explicate language, dirty thoughts [m], alcohol consumption, pet names [babe, kitten], jealousy – if i missed any, lmk!

➥ words: 7.5k

➥ a/n: i know, i know. another minho fic but this has been unfinished in my drafts for a while plus i have minho brain rot rn i blame taste soooo. i also got this idea from rewatching minhos vlogs and skz code ep 10-12, where he would cook for the boys. i hope y'all enjoy!

Feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!

➥ m.list

Flicking through various cookbooks, you groan, slowly feeling yourself becoming frustrated. You discarded the current book you were flicking through beside you.

You run your hand through your hair, looking at the piles of discarded books and printed recipes. You grab your phone, looking for something online but to no avail.

"What am I going to do? All these recipes are too difficult for me." You mumble to yourself. You put your head in your hands, feeling frustrated tears pooling in your eyes.

You sniffle, blinking back the tears as you thought of what to do. You have a date tomorrow night and – for some reason – you agreed to make them dinner at your place.

You have been talking to your date for 1 month before deciding it was time to take it a little further. Unbeknownst to him, you cannot cook a single thing, no matter how hard you try.

"Wait.. I know someone who can help me!" You grab your phone, pulling up the contacts. You press the call button, putting your phone to your ear as it rings. After two rings, you got an answer.

"What do you want?" You scoff.

"Well, nice to hear from you too, Minho."

"I'm busy, (Y/N)" Minho exclaims. You hear the sounds of something rustling, Minho making cooing sounds. You raise a brow.

"And by busy, you mean, 'I'm actually spending time with my three fur children so could you please leave me alone?'" you mock, doing your best Minho impression. Minho sighs. You can practically see his eyes rolling at you.

"Exactly. You know this so why are you bothering me?"

"Minho?" You question. You receive a small "Mhm" from him, indicating that he is half listening and half occupied.

"How long have we been best friends?"

"Since we were children, why?" Minho sighs again, realising where this is going. You giggle. "Okay, spill it out (Y/N) what do you want from me?"

"I need help, like desperately!"

"Okay, with what exactly?"

"Uh, well, you know how I've been talking to someone," Minho hums. "Well, they're coming over to my place."

"Look, if you've called me just to ask me for love advice, I'm not interested." Minho removes his phone from his ear, about to hang up on you.

"Nonono, waittt." Your desperate voice echoes through Minho's apartment. He rolls his eyes, placing his phone back on his ear.

"I'm cooking.." You mumble.

Silence. You blink, looking at your phone screen thinking Minho disconnected, but he was still on the phone with you.

"H-Hello? Minho?" A fit of laughter suddenly erupts in your ear. You can practically see his eyes scrunching up at the corners, his teeth on display as he clutches his stomach.

"Y-You?! Cooking?!" Minho splutters between his fits of giggles. "No way!"

"Minho! stoppp!" You whine as you pout, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

"How did you manage that?" Minho's laughter dies down, a finger coming to the corner of his eye to wipe away a tear.

"Man! I don't know, okay! I guess I just want to impress them, so I said I would cook. I've looked at so many recipes, but they're so complicated, Minho." you grumble.

"Okay, first of all (Y/N) recipes are not complicated, they're designed to be fool proof. You just, really suck at cooking." You roll your eyes, moving you mouth in time with Minho's words, mocking him.

"Second of all, just order and pass it off as your own, I'm sure they wouldn't see a difference."

"I can't do that! That's just – morally wrong, Min!" You gasp.

"Then if you don't want to do that, why phone me?" Minho says, petting Dori who took vacancy on Minho's lap.

"Well, I was thinking–"

"Yeah, no wonder it smells like burning. Don't think too hard, you'll fry your brain." Minho laughs, interrupting you mid sentence.

"You're so meann!" You whine.

"You love me though, Kitten." You blush softly, going shy at his words. You can feel his smugness radiating through the phone.

"Fuck you, Min." You softly speak, playing with the ends of your hair like a shy school girl who has a crush.

"You wish."

"Min, stoppp. let me speak!" Minho chuckles.

"Okay okay, I'm sorry. You were saying?" You clear your throat, gaining back your composure.

"Anyways – I was thinking, seeing as you're so good at cooking – you could help me!"

"Uh, no."

"Huh? Why?" You whine

"Because, you got yourself in this mess, you can get yourself out of it."

"But Min! I'm your bestest ever friend in the whole wide world! You love me!"

"Yes and–" Minho cut himself off, clearing his throat as he runs his fingers through his hair. "I'm not helping you, Kitten."

"But, what if I start cooking and I suddenly burn my apartment down?!" You gasp, getting an idea "Then I can come and live with you Min! Wouldn't that be so much fun!!"

"Absolutely not! I have all the fun I need in the form of my beloved 3 cats."

"Plus me. It'll happen Minho. If I cook and I burn my apartment down, I'm going to live with you! It'll be so much fun! Just think of all the pampering sessions we would have."

You smirk, hearing Minho groan. You have him right where you want him – you won.

"Ugh! fine, you win. I'll help you out!" You grin, cheering victoriously

"Thank you Min! I love youuu." You coo

"Yeah yeah. Just get your ass down to the supermarket. I'll meet you there." Minho hangs up. You punch the air excitedly, basking in your glory.

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Standing at the supermarket waiting for Minho, you shiver as the crisp autumn air runs shivers down your spine. You nuzzle into your scarf, hands in your coat pocket.

You look around at the various people walking past you and inside the supermarket. You look at your digital clock on your phone, your wallpaper background being of you and Minho, taking a cute selfie together.

You look up, seeing Minho walking towards you. You beam, waving your arms in the air before running to him.

"Minho!!" You shout, giggling as you run to him. Minho looks up, rolling his eyes at you before laughing softly. He stops in his tracks, opening his arms wide. You run into his arms, Minho grunting at the sudden impact.

You nuzzle into Minho's chest, taking in his scent as you hum. Minho looks down at you, smiling softly as he wraps his arms around your figure.

"I've missed you, Minho!" Your words muffled against his chest. Minho laughs softly, ruffling your hair. You whine, pushing his hands away.

"We spoke literally 10 minutes ago!" You pull away from Minho, fixing your hair as you pout at him.

"You know what I mean. You spend more time with your cats than you do with me." You whine.

"Because my cats are adorable and oh-so sweet."

"And I'm not?" You raise a brow playfully. Minho takes a few seconds to think, humming in the process. You scoff, playfully hitting his chest. He grunts and laughs.

"You know I've always found you adorable, kitten." Minho smirks, winking. You blush, burying your face into your scarf.

"Fuck you and your charms." You mumble. Minho hums, loving how you always act shy around him. It makes his heart swell up with more love for you.

Minho has loved you for as long as he can remember. He believes that you two are soulmates. He didn't realise he had feelings for you until you got your first serious partner.

Minho hated it. He hated it so much. How he couldn't have you to himself – it made him green with envy. Your partner wasn't exactly nice to you during the relationship. They had a history of cheating in the past but, for some reason, you thought you'd be different.

However, 2 months in and they had already fucked someone else. You stupidly forgave them after they spewed lies about how they would 'change' and 'it meant nothing, just a one off'. The cheating carried on for months as well as the constant disrespect

Your ex partner hated Minho because Minho wasn't blind. Your ex had you wrapped around their little finger so they knew they could get away with anything, however, Minho's different.

He saw past the bullshit and that scared your ex. They knew you went crying to Minho, they also knew that Minho 100% tried to convince you to leave them.

To add fuel to the fire, Minho and your ex got into a fight. Minho was around yours and your ex hated that, accused you of doing sexual things with him. You were dumbfounded, your blood boiling with rage as your ex screamed accusations after accusations.

Seeing you in so much pain and distress caused Minho to stand up for you, joining in calling him a bastard and that they don't deserve you. Due to rage, Minho said some things that should not be repeated. Your ex hated that, felt threatened so, in their usual cowardly ways, they swung so Minho swung back.

You broke up the fight, your ex calling you both bitches. You were in floods of tears. A busted lip and a black eye along with some blood were the only injuries Minho sustained. You helped clean him up and once done, Minho had a serious talk with you.

Minho is direct, he doesn't sprinkle sugar onto shit because at the end of the day, it's still shit. The words Minho spoke hurt but it had to hurt in order for you to open your eyes – which you finally did, after 9 months.

Since then, you have been healing with the help of Minho. He was so good to you, making sure you were eating and staying hydrated. Occasionally, he would storm into your apartment, swing you over his shoulder and force you to get dressed by throwing random items of clothing at you.

He loves you and as much as he wants to tell you his feelings, he's scared. He doesn't want to lose you and if that means being friend zoned until the day you both grow old and live with 10 cats, then so be it.

You take Minho's hand into yours. Minho made a mental note of how soft your hands feel against his skin. His heart rate speeding up a little as you drag him inside the store.

You grab a shopping cart, pushing it into the store whilst Minho walks beside you.

"So, what do I need?"

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After half an hour of shopping for ingredients, amongst other things, you paid for it all, walking out the store with multiple bags in hand. You and Minho walk to your apartment. You somehow convinced him to help you cook and by that you meant – 'You cook, I watch'

But how could Minho say no to you when you give him your best puppy eyes, ones that make him melt.

Once home, you got to work unpacking. Minho rolls up his sleeves, washing his hands as you did the same. The ingredients for the meal you plan on cooking spread out across the counters.

"Okay. First things first, we need to cut the meat." Minho instructs. You nod, grabbing a knife. Minho keeps an eye on you, ready to come to your aid in case you hurt yourself. You place the meat on a chopping board, cringing at the texture.

"Ew! it's so slimy!" You whine. Minho shakes his head, laughing softly.

"Slimy? It's raw pork belly (Y/N) How can it be slimy?" Minho chuckles, grabbing a knife also and the veg.

"It just is okay. Don't question my intelligence." You state playfully. Minho looks at you as he washes the veg, eyebrow raised.

"Intelligence? What intelligence?" You pout, glaring at him as he dried the veg, smirking at you.

"You're so mean, Minho!"

"Yet you love me, kitten." Your face flushes red, heart rate slowly speeding up, like it always does when he is his usual charming self.

"Yes, I do." You admit, slicing up the pork. Minho swallows, pressing his lips together. He knew you meant it in the friend way however, he couldn't stop his heart from racing, pounding against his chest.

"Ah, this sucks." He whispers to himself, voicing out his thoughts as he peels and chop the veg.

"Minho!!" You whine, placing the knife down. His head spins to the side, eyes widening as he notices blood from your finger.

"Shit. Are you okay?!" He rushes to your side, looking at your cut finger.

"It hurts, Minho." You sniff.

"I know kitten. Go run it under the water. I'll get first aid." You nod, placing your finger under the cold water. You wince at the sting as Minho comes back with the first aid kit.

"Can I?" He holds his hand out to you. You nod, placing your hand on his. He brings your hand close to his face, looking at your wound.

"Oh kitten. What are you like." He chuckles softly. You pout, feeling somewhat embarrassed. "Lucky, it's only a small cut so, you'll be okay. I'll clean it and put a plaster on for you, okay?"

You nod, your bottom lip still sticking out. Minho cleans your wound and puts a pink plaster around your finger. He kisses it softly, making you go shy at the sweet gesture.

"Now, no more accidents. Okay?"

"Yes Sir!" You salute, giggling softly as Minho rolles his eyes and ruffles your hair.

"Let's get back to work kitten."

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It took you and Minho exactly 4 hours to prepare and cook the meal for your date. You're currently getting ready whilst Minho sits on the sofa, sipping some cold water and browsing on his phone.

You instructed him to stay. You insisted you needed help in what to wear for your date and knew Minho would give his honest opinion. As much as Minho didn't want to, he did. It was bad enough he had to help you cook a meal for someone that wasn't him, but hey, if you're happy so is he.

You walk out your bedroom dressed in a sexy yet elegant dress. Your hair styled and face decorated with minimal make-up. You press your lips together, smoothing down your dress as you clear your throat.

Minho looks up from his phone, eyes widening at the sight of you. His body feels warm suddenly, blood rushing south as he looks at you up and down. His mind went blank

"So..?" You nervously ask after seconds of silence "How do I look?"

Minho's brain short circuits. He's speechless. To him, you're the most beautiful women on the planet and even though he is use to seeing you in casual clothing, seeing you in a elegant dress, was breath-taking to him

"Beautiful. You look absolutely beautiful, (Y/N). You're so breath-taking." You look at your feet shyly, playing with your fingers as you smiled softly

"R-Really?"

"Absolutely." Minho stands, walking towards you. He cups your face in his hands, making you look at him "You're the most beautiful woman on this planet."

Your face flushes red. The rosy red blush you used to decorate your cheeks, merging together with the colour of your flush.

"Y-You don't mean that Min." You whisper, hands coming up and placing them on top of his.

"I mean it kitten. With all my heart, I mean it. I've never seen a more beautiful, yet elegant woman in my life. You make me speechless."

He wants to kiss you. He saw your eyes flickering to his lips and back up again. He wants to convince you to not have this date. Every fibre in his body is screaming at him to just kiss your soft lips, even if it means you hating him for eternity.

He just wants a feel, a taste. To feel your soft skin against his fingertips. To hear your sweet, delicate moans. He's always wondered what you would sound like whilst his cock strokes the deepest parts of your body.

Are you loud or are you quiet? Do you whimper and beg or do you demand? So many questions he's asked himself. So many sinful thoughts he's masturbated to. So many times he's wished he could do sinful things to you

Now is his chance. Should he grab it with greedy hands or should he leave, allow you to have your date even if it means he has to watch from afar, yet again.

He wants it

He wants you. It's so close, he can taste it. That forbidden fruit coating his taste buds, making him addicted to you. His mind fuzzy as your perfume hits his nostrils. It's the same perfume you always use and has no effect on him, however this time, it's different. He feels dizzy. Greedy. Needy. He wants you so bad.

You clear your throat, removing your hands from his. Minho clears his own, blinking a few times as he comes back down to reality

"My date will be here soon."

"A-Ah. Yes, of course. I'll uhm, I'll get going." Minho rushes to the hallway, putting on his coat and shoes. "Have fun kitten. I hope it goes well for you!"

That's a lie.

He doesn't want it to go well. He wants it to end terribly. He wants you to phone him up, sobbing as you decide to tell him how much of an asshole your date is. He wants to be the one to hold you, kiss your forehead and tell you it's all okay. To soothe you of your pain, in more ways than one.

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Hours pass by. Minho keeps checking his phone in case he misses you phoning or texting him, but nothing. Knowing that it was probably going well for you, he sighes, his heart heavy with despair and jealousy. Picking up Doongie from his lap, he rise up from the sofa, deciding to call it a night.

Taking off his clothing so he was just in his boxer shorts, he gets into bed. As he's about to shut off his lamp, his phone rings. Looking at his screen, a burst of excitement and hopefulness runs through his body as your contact pops up

There's only one reason why you would phone him so late – your date went terrible

"What do you want?" Minho gives his usual greeting. Silence. He blinks, looking at his screen thinking you disconnected before placing his phone back on his ear

"Kitten? Hello? Are you there?" That's when he hears it. Your heartbroken sobs. Minho shoots up out of bed, redressing himself.

"M-Minho." You sob.

"Hold on kitten, I'll be there."

He drives to your apartment, breaking every law possible but he didn't care. He hates seeing and hearing you cry however, when it comes to your heartbroken sobs, it hits Minho differently. It breaks his own heart.

He knocks on the door before using the spare key you gave him years ago. He lets himself in, looking around your place. He notices the food and table you set has been untouched. The bottle of wine plus one glass was missing from the table

"Kitten?" He softly calls out.

"Living area." Minho rushes to where you were, his legs carrying him as fast as they could. The living area is dimly lit with a lamp that was suppose to set a romantic atmosphere but now held a much sadder atmosphere

His eyes fell on to you, his gaze softening as he sees you sipping the wine on the sofa. He walks over to you, sitting beside you as he cups your cheeks softly.

"Oh kitten. What happened?" Tears prick your lower lash line, spilling over and replacing your dried mascara stains with new ones. Minho's heart break.

"T-They never came! I waited Min. I waited and waited and nothing." You speak through broken sobs, your breath hiccupping in your throat. Minho frowns, wiping away your tears with his thumb.

"Not even a call or text?" You shake your head.

"Nothing! Nothing at all. They just stood me up Min! It'd hurt less if they gave me a shit excuse but no."

Minho pulls you into his chest, rocking you back and forth slowly as he wrapped his arms around you gently. He strokes your arm soothingly. You rest your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

His musk cinnamon scent hit your nostrils and before you know it, you broke down. Your sobs shake your body, breathing becoming erratic. Minho hushes you softly, stroking your hair to calm you down.

He thought he would be ecstatic to hear about your failed date. That way, he could selfishly have you all to himself. However, seeing and hearing you in so much pain, broke his heart and he no longer felt ecstatic, but sad and stupid.

"There, there kitten. It'll all be okay in the end." His soothing words calm your cries. You pull away from Minho's chest, your breath hiccupping at the back of your throat and chest.

Minho wipes away your tears gently. Your eyes swollen and puffy as they look glossy from the tears. Your cheeks flush red as your skin feels warm from your outburst.

"M-Minho." You hiccup, struggling to catch your breath.

"Before you even think about doing or saying anything, you need to calm down kitten. C'mon, take deep breaths with me." You copy Minho in taking deep breaths, slowly calming down and feeling your heart rate resume its natural pace.

"Good girl." Minho praises, kissing your forehead gently.

"Am I cursed, Min?" You mumble. Minho looks at you confused.

"What do you mean?"

"Every relationship I have fails. Maybe I'm cursed. Maybe I'm destined to be forever alone with 10 cats." Minho chuckles softly, shaking his head.

"You're not cursed kitten. You just haven't found the one yet."

"Have you found 'the one'?" You looked up. Minho was taken aback by your sudden question.

"Why'd you ask?"

"Well, I know you've had relationships in the past but when was your last one? 1, 2–"

"4 years kitten. It's been 4 years since my last relationship."

"Why so long Minho? You're a handsome man, you could have anyone you want."

"But I don't want just anyone, I want you" – is what he wanted to say. He ruffles your hair softly, making you pout.

"Thanks kitten. I'm flattered." Minho winks. "Now, go get changed into something comfortable." You pout, nodding slowly before standing and walking to your bedroom.

You return bare faced, hair down and wearing shorts and an old oversized t-shirt that once belonged to Minho. He smiles, his heart warming up as he sees the t-shirt.

"You still have that old thing?"

"Of course! It's special." You speak, sitting down next to Minho and grabbing your wine glass. He hums softly in acknowledgement. He spent some time with you, helping you clean up the forgotten food. Once he was convinced you were going to be okay, he decided it was time for him to head home.

"Well, I'm going to leave now kitten. Now that I know you'll be okay, I'll be on my way." Minho turns his back to you as he was about to walk to the hallway.

Your hand fly's out instinctively, grabbing Minho's wrist. He looks back at you over his shoulder, slowly turning to putty as you look at him with doll eyes

"Don't go." You whisper. Minho swallows. He's spent the night with you numerous times, however, tonight feels different. He nods slowly, agreeing to stay with you.

"Okay, I'll stay kitten."

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2am rolls over. You and Minho are sitting on the sofa, laughing and gossiping. You both have had a drink so you were feeling a little bit tipsy.

"Don't you miss it, Min?" You ask before bringing your wine glass to your lips. You sip the red liquid, licking your top lip to rid of any residue.

"Miss what?" Minho's eyes dart to your tongue, watching it lick your top lip before disappearing back into your mouth.

"Sex." Normally, Minho would have rolled his eyes, scold you about how nonchalant and straight forward you can be when it comes to sex. However, with the alcohol running through his bloodstream, he didn't mind.

"Yeah. I do."

"What do you miss about it?"

"Everything. The touch, the taste, the sounds. I miss all of it kitten. I am a man after all and just like you, I have needs." Minho winks, sipping his alcoholic beverage. You stick your tongue out at him playfully "Do you miss it?"

You think for a moment before nodding slowly. "Yeah. I miss having a connection with someone though."

"What do you mean?" Minho looks at you, his hand placed on your thigh gently as he strokes your soft skin with his thumb.

"Well, I don't mind one night stands but I miss sex with a meaning. I want to feel connected, feel what my partner is feeling. I want to share it and enjoy it." You let out a deep sigh before speaking "I thought I did, but turns out they're just like the rest of them." You mumble bitterly.

"Don't worry kitten. You will find the one eventually. You're gorgeous, smart and adorable" You roll your eyes at Minho.

"Ahuh and pigs can fly."

"Don't be like that, kitten. I mean it. To me, you're perfect."

"I am?" You ask, looking at him with those eyes that makes him melt. He swallows his saliva. Now is his chance. It's now or never, even if it means sacrificing the friendship.

"Yes, you are. To me, you're the most perfect and beautiful woman to have walked the planet (Y/N)" You blush a deep shade of red. Your heartbeat speeding up and thumping loudly against your chest.

Your skin on your thigh feels hot where Minho is stroking and truth be told, you've forever felt like this around Minho. You've always thought it was because he's a charming man but maybe that's not the case.

Is this – love? Has 'the one' been right under your nose this whole time?

"Remember when you asked me if I've found the one?" You nod "The answer to that is yes, I have."

"Who??" Minho closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, preparing himself for impact. He opens them again, leaning in close to you. You swallow, frozen in place as his face gets dangerously close to yours.

"You." He whispers against your lips. Whether it was the events that happened or the alcohol in his system, he feels a surge of confidence run though him.

He leans in, connecting his lips to your own. Your eyes widen in shock. Minho's lips stay still as you struggle to understand what was happening. Minho's heart beating against his chest so hard, he thought it was going to rip out from his ribcage

Seconds went by painfully for him and when he thought all hope was lost, that he lost you for good, you close your eyes and move your lips against his, encouraging him to move in sync with yours.

A burst of giddiness and disbelief washes over him. You, the person he has loved since forever, was kissing him. It feels like his birthday had come so soon.

You don't hate it, in fact, you love it. Minho's lips are soft and plump. They mould together with your own, like you're made for one another. It's blissful to you.

You wrap your arms around his neck, fingers interlocking behind his neck to keep him close to you. Minho squeezes your thighs gently. You deepen the kiss, lust and want slowly washing over you and consuming your mind

Minho nibbles and licked your bottom lip, silently asking for permission which you granted. Your lips part for his tongue to dive inside. He tastes the inside of your mouth, wine coating his taste buds.

He hum in the kiss as you whimper. Your tongues meeting together. The wet muscles colliding and fighting for dominance – a fight that was guaranteed for you to lose. Saliva pools at the corners of your mouth, your fingers buried in Minho's hair as your skin feels hot to the touch.

Your mouth feels good. Minho's skilful tongue tasting and battling against your own. Lust pools at your core, breathing becoming irregular. Minho parts from your lips, panting softly as the oxygen resumed back into his lungs.

Your lips swollen, cheeks flush as you look at him and whimper.

"Minho. More."

Minho snaps. The rationality that told him no. That told him to hold on, snapped. He stands up, before picking you up by your ass. He cups under it as you wrap your legs around his waist, arms around his neck.

You mewl, feeling his erection against your clothed pussy. As Minho walks to your bedroom, you lick a long, wet strip up his neck, stopping at his ear. You nibble the lobe, causing Minho to shiver and grunt before kissing his neck softly.

Once in your room, Minho places you on the bed gently. Your back landing against your soft mattress. Ethereal. You look so ethereal to him. He wants to caress you, take his time with you. He wants to drive out each and every sweet moan from your lips.

He's wanted this – wanted you – for so long, that every fibre in his body is screaming at him to just pounce on you. Take you roughly, corrupt your mind. He wants to piledrive into you, make you so sore that you'd have no choice but to depend on him for help.

He's a rational man, but when it comes to you, the beast comes out from hiding.

"Minho." You mewl. "C'mere." You extend your arms out, doing grabby hands at him. Minho laughs as he kneels between your legs. The mattress dipping at his weight as he leans over you, hands planting firmly on the mattress against your head.

Leaning in, his lips attached themselves to the skin of your neck. Sucking and nibbling, you moan softly, hands tugging at the bottom of his t-shirt.

He pulls away for a second, taking his t-shirt off. You hum at the sight of his toned body. You place your hand on his chest, feeling how sturdy it is against your fingertips

"You've been working out?"

"From time to time." Minho states with a shrug. He takes your hand from his chest, kissing the palm of your hand gently as he looks in your eyes. You melt as you see nothing but love coating his honey eyes.

"Beautiful. You're so beautiful (Y/N)." you whine softly, turning your head to the side to avoid his gaze. Minho leans over you, tilting your head back to face him with his fingers against your jaw.

You whimper again, closing your eyes as your lips connect again. This time, the kiss is filled with passion, want and love. It's slow and seductive. It allows you both to bask in the feeling of each other. You feel Minho's love radiating from him and you hoped he felt yours.

He's always been the one. You've just been too blind and stupid to realise it – until tonight.

Minho slips your shorts off, throwing them on the floor. You shiver as his fingertips stroke the inside of your thighs, getting dangerously close. You pull away from his lips, lifting the t-shirt up and over your head.

You blush a deep shade of red, feeling exposed in just your baby pink cotton panties. Minho's eyes scan up and down your body, taking in every detail and curve you have to offer.

"M-Minho. Stop staring." You whimper, head turned to the side. You put your arms over your breasts, covering them. Minho clears his throat as he grabs your wrists gently, removing your arms.

"Don't hide. You're extremely gorgeous." His words coated with love as he speaks softly. He looks at your breasts, licking his lips before looking at you "Can I?"

"Of course." You nod. His head dips low. He plants soft kisses down your neck and between your breasts. He cups your left breast in his hand gently, squeezing the soft flesh as his lips kiss your right.

You hum softly. The tip of his tongue circled around your areola as his fingers gently stroke over your hardened nipple. He rolls the sensitive bud between his thumb and pointer finger.

You hum at the sensation, the tip of his tongue flicking across your nipple before he sucks and gently nibbles it. You groan softly, feeling his lips attach to your skin. He kisses and sucks the skin of your breast, leaving marks behind.

He pulls away from your breasts, his cheeks flush. He looks down at you, biting his bottom lip softly.

"Fuck, you drive me crazy." He whispers before kissing your lips again. His hand travels down your stomach to your inner thighs, stroking them slowly.

He gently parts your legs before moving to cup your clothed pussy. You groan in the kiss, his fingers rubbing up and down your slit, feeling a wet patch from your slick slowly forming on your panties.

He gently starts to rub your clit over your panties. Minho swallows each one of your sweet whimpers. Your fingertips lightly travelling down his back, goose bumps rising on his soft skin.

You tug at the waistband of his sweatpants, wanting off. Pulling away from your lips, he takes his sweatpants off, throwing them beside your t-shirt before sitting on the bed, back against the headboard.

You swallow, eyes darting to his crotch. An obvious tent had formed in his black boxer shorts, a wet patch slowly forming from his pre-cum. This time, it was Minho's turn to feel shy

"Stop staring kitten." Minho blushes, clasping his hands together in front of his erection. You sit up, crawling between his legs as you remove his hands slowly

"Don't hide, baby. Show me." You mewl. Minho groans softly, feeling your fingertips dance along his shaft through the material.

"You feel so – girthy. I wonder how you're going to fit inside me." You mewl, locking eyes onto him. He presses his lips together in a thin line, shivering at your words.

"I'll take care of you kitten, don't worry."

"Oh, I have no doubt about that Min." You kiss his shaft gently through the material of his boxer shorts as you hook your fingers under his waistband. You look at him with questioning eyes, to which Minho nods, granting you permission.

You pull down his boxer shorts, discarding them on the ground. His cock springs free from its restraints as a sigh of relief leaves Minho's lips. You swallow, eyes widening.

His cock a little over average in length however, he's girthy. Tip red and coated in a thin layer of pre-cum. His veins protruding along the side, fading at the tip.

"Kitten seriously. Stop staring at me. You're making me shy."

"You're so adorable Minho." You coo. You wrap your hand around the base of his penis, his skin hot against the palm of your hand. You hum softly, slowly stroking him as you lowered your head. The tip of your tongue connected with his tip.

You give small kitten licks, humming as the salty flavour of pre-cum coating your taste buds. You alternate between stroking him and massaging his balls causing Minho to groan softly.

You look up at him through your lashes, your core clenching at the sight of him. Rosy cheeks, glossy eyes and lips parted – he looks so dreamy. You close your eyes, wrapping your lips around his tip. You slowly lower your head, your warm and wet mouth trapping Minho's length. You take half of his length in your mouth.

You bob your head up and down slowly, wasting no time. Your tongue swirling along his length, saliva accumulation in your mouth threatening to spill from the corners. You stroke what you couldn't reach, wrist rotating.

Minho grips the bed sheets, sweet moans leaving his lips. He cannot believe his eyes. He's dreamt of this for so long, that seeing you give him a blowjob feels like another dream.

Your lips around his shaft, the feel of his cock stroking the insides of your mouth as your tongue swirls along his length feels so heavenly to him. He tucks your hair behind your ear, looking down at you as you look up at him through your eyelashes. You hum, the vibrations hitting his cock sending shivers down his spine.

You pull away from him, hand still stroking his cock. Your lips plump and eyes glossy with lust.

"Fuck, I can't." Minho grabs your shoulders gently, pushing you down so your back is against the soft mattress. You squeal, laughing softly.

Minho pulls down your panties, his mouth salivating at the sight of your cunt. Your slick coats your folds making it shine in the dim light. Using two fingers, he parts your folds before stroking up and down your slit getting his fingers coated with your juices.

You hum softly at the feeling, biting your lip as you anticipate his next move. He press his finger against your sensitive clit, rubbing it slowly as he uses your slick as lubricant. Your hips buck at the sensation, Minho chuckling softly.

"Everything okay kitten?"

"M-Mhm. everything is fine just, I haven't been touched like this for a while."

"Do you feel good?"

"I feel amazing, Minho." You look in his eyes and smile softly. Minho's heart leaping out of his chest. He wants to take his time with you, show you how much you mean to him. He's going to handle you with care, like you're the finest pottery on the planet.

"Gosh, you're so beautiful (Y/N)" He whispers, his eyes scanning your body. You were about to protest his statement until you feel a finger slowly insert inside your entrance. He stops at the first knuckle, slowly moving it. He can feel how tight you are. Your cunt clenching around his finger.

"Kitten, relax." He softly speaks, leaning down to kiss your lips again. You hum, allowing yourself to relax which allows Minho to pump his finger inside you. He can feel you loosening around his finger, more of your slick coating him.

He wants to add a second. He wants to penetrate you with his thick cock, but he vowed to himself that he would treasure you. Make it just as pleasurable for you as it is for him

You may have been friends since childhood. You may know each others habits, however, when it comes to sex, you both clearly have some exploring to do. It's all about the chemistry, the connection. It has to feel good for you as it is for him and vice versa.

Only when you moaned out a breathy "more" did he insert a second finger, slowly. You groan, feeling his fingers scissor and stretch you out. He curls his fingers against your walls, his fingertips brushing against you. You wither, soft moans leaving your lips as you grip onto Minho's bicep. His muscles visible tensing as he thrusts his fingers inside you, veins slowly protruding alongside his arm.

Minho takes this time to admire your body. The way your stomach tenses and chest rises rapidly from your laboured breathing. How you would struggle to hold onto something because you feel too good. Your hair fanned out on the sheets, a thin layer of sweat slowly forming on your body.

This image of you will forever be engraved in his mind.

"M-Minho. I need more, I need so much more." Minho swallows, slowing down his thrusts. His cock twitching at the implication.

"A-Are you sure, kitten?" You nod your head fast, looking at him with doll eyes, begging him to penetrate you. "Okay, only if you're sure."

"A hundred percent Minho. Please, I need you so badly." You whimper as Minho pulls his fingers out off you slowly.

"Protection?" You point to your side draw. Minho raises a brow, opening the drawer to reveal a pack of condoms. He takes one before kneeling between your legs.

"You have a habit of keeping condoms in the side drawer or?" You playfully glare at him as he smirks.

"You can never be too sure, Minho! Its always best to keep protection close by."

"I guess." Minho shrugs as you raise a brow

"Don't you keep a pack close by? You know, just in case you bring home a one night stand?" You question.

"Nope." Minho opens the packet, taking the condom out.

"So you mean to tell me that you don't use them?" Minho shakes his head slowly as he smirks at you "Why."

Minho pumps himself a few times before rolling the condom on his length. "Because kitten, I prefer to go in raw."

You press your lips together, shivering at his words. "Maybe one day, you can fuck me raw."

"Don't tempt me kitten. It's bad enough that I'm battling between being rough and being gentle." You smirk, opening your legs wide. Grabbing the base of his cock, he guided his tip to your entrance.

"Ready Kitten?" Minho speaks softly.

"I'm ready." Minho pushes himself slowly inside you, taking extra care not to hurt you the best he could. You hiss, the burn radiating throughout your body from the stretch.

Minho pushes half his length inside you, pausing to allow you time to adjust. Your tight cunt clamping around his length, making it harder for him to cling onto the little bit of rationality he has left.

Minho interlocks his fingers with yours, stroking your hand softly with his thumb hoping to relieve you of your discomfort. You squeeze his hand gently.

"It's okay kitten. Take your time. Just let me know when you're ready." He speaks softly. You whimper, nodding. Minho patiently waits for you to adjust. Seconds later, you indicate that you are. Taking your waist in his hands, he slowly starts to thrust.

You groan at the feeling, the pain slowly turning into pleasure the more he thrusts. Your warmth encapsulated Minho's cock, making him shiver and slowly drown at the feeling

"Minho, faster, more!" You whisper. Minho grips your hips tightly, inserting the remaining of his length until he's bottomed out. You groan at the feeling of fullness, gripping the bed sheets in your hands. Minho's thrusts become powerful and fast. Skin slapping on skin, moans mixing and bouncing off the walls. You wither beneath him, unable to comprehend the amount of pleasure you're receiving.

Minho was also struggling to comprehend his own pleasure. Your warm, wet cunt feels so good around him. He feels like he's drowning. His head kicked back as soft groans left his lips. His body shining in the dim light due to it being coated in a thin layer of sweat. Beads of sweat run down his forehead and temples as his hair stocks to his skin.

"This is so much better than what I imagined." He groans between pants. You purposefully clench around his cock, making his moan.

"You feel good babe?" He nods fast, bottom lip captured between his bunny teeth. "Me too, It feels so good."

Minho's hips began to falter, his movements becoming sloppy. He squeezes your waist tightly, panting hard before the pad of his thumb comes into contact with your clit.

He rubs the sensitive bud as he thrusts into you. Your thighs shaking as your body jolts at the new sensation. You moan and whimper, the knot in the pit of your stomach tightening. Minho feels it from the way your cunt has a vice grip around his length, making it difficult for him to move.

"I think I'm going to cum." You struggle to say between your pants.

"Cum kitten. Cum around my cock." You squeeze your eyes shut, your orgasm washing over you in an instant. You cunt clenches and releases around Minho as your body shakes and empty moans leave your mouth. From how tight your cunt has a hold of him, Minho stops moving as he groans, emptying himself in the condom.

Minho continues to rub your clit, helping you rid out your high as he shallowly thrusts inside you to help rid out his own. Once calm, you push his hand away, claiming you're sensitive to the touch.

Minho chuckles, pulling you out of you and taking the condom off. He ties it before disposing of it in the trash. He lays next to you as your eyes slowly close.

Pulling your sweaty body against his own, you snuggle into him, enjoying the warmth and comfort he provides. You hum softly in contentment as you feel yourself relax – sleep slowly consuming your body

"Hey, no sleeping. We have to get cleaned up Kitten." Minho speaks softly

"What's there to clean? We used protection." You whisper.

"Well, you're probably sore and sweaty, so we have to help you get comfortable."

"I guess so, but I'm too tired, so carry me!"

"Absolutely not." You pout as you whine.

"You're so mean Minho!"

"But you love me."

You smiled softly at him. The typical banter between you both now having a new meaning.

"Yes. Yes, I do."

[wecanseethekilos]

All I Want Is You — Jude Bellingham

— Parings: Jude Bellingham x Reader

— Summary: Jude takes you to his apartment after a drunken night

— Warnings: None (???)

— Author’s Note: tbh i wrote this quite awhile ago i just rlly wanted to post it 😭

play “all i want is you” by miguel rn!! it fits the vibe 100%

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It was late at night when you and Jude finally left the party. It was a relatively small gathering of Jude’s teammates attending London’s hottest club.

His hand was wrapped around your waist while opening the door to his apartment. You broke free from his grip and stumbled over to the kitchen island. “Jude! Guess what?” you said in a singsong voice, slumping your head on the counter, “I kissed a boy tonight” He walked over and lifted you from the counter, leading you to his room. “I know. I saw you.” He says. “Were you jealous?” you whispered while raising an eyebrow. “Love, you’re drunk, do you know that? Hm?”

You shook your head yes furiously. “I had two shots, two cocktails, and another shot.” you twirled onto his bed. “I wanted to forget.” His expression suddenly went from concerned to puzzled. “You wanted to forget what?”

“You.” you sighed, “How much I want you. But we both know I can’t have you.” He walked over to the bed and sat beside you, helping you remove your heels, “I’m right here.”

“But your my best friend,” I huffed, “I can’t lose you. Literally no one dates their best friend.” He fiddled with the straps of your heels before placing them on the floor and speaking up. “You won’t lose me,” he brushed your cheek, “It was always you.”

You stared at his lips then into his eyes. Your stomach fluttered at the thought of kissing him. He didn’t know how long you wanted to just kiss him. As if he read your mind, he crashed into your lips. The kiss was slow and passionate. It’s crazy what 4 years of pent up emotions could do to you. His hands rested on your hips. Your hands grasped his white button down shirt.

He pulled away, lips curving into a smile. “I like kissing you.” You giggled, smiling back. “finally.”

Your lips dove back into his. Wrapping your arms around his head, giving a fiery kiss. That familiar feeling of fluttering in your stomach returned. This was all you wanted. You were the first to pull away this time. “You just can’t help yourself, can you?”

“I just kissed the Jude Bellingham. Who couldn't help themselves?” He chuckled, “Let’s get you changed.”

He grabbed one of his shirts from his closet and walked back over to me. “Jude?” you called. “Hm?” He replied.

“I need help with my clothes,” you whined and sat up so he could unzip your dress. Jude pushed your hair back and started to unzip my dress. He slid it, down, leaving you exposed with only your undergarments.

You’ve never felt uncomfortable around Jude. You’ve known him for so long you’d trust him with anything. “Lift your arms for me, love.” you obeyed and lifted your arms so he could slide the shirt on.

“Thanks,” you smiled. Jude pulled the covers over you and smiled back. “Goodnight,” you said while slurring your words. He simply planted a kiss on your forehead and turned off the lamp.

[blackdollette]

Can you do a !soft!dom Dan Cooper x !sub! fem! Reader where Dan is basically praising her and treating her right and stuff? I only saw one Danny fic where he’s a soft dom and I was addicted. I need this rn. Also ur writing is addicting.

aww this made my heart melt <3 and I havent written for danny since october lmao

"wrap you up in my daisy chains." | dan cooper

summer bummer. - lana del rey

✮⋆˙ [tags] @faesucksass @lustkillers @mayathepsychic1999 @josibunn @icarus-star @imoonkiss @lankysimp @nom-nommmm1 @xxbl00d-cl0txx @wildathevrt @mommymilkers0526 @kashmirclam @yungbloodsuxca @oliviah-25 @livingdead-reilly @vanlisbon @auggiethecreator @livingdead-materialgirl @

sub!fem!reader x softdom!dan

word count: 1.3k

contents: fluff, soft dom danny, blowjob, praise, cum eating

“well isn’t this just the perfect thing to come home to?” dan stepped into the room, a few strands of hair plastered onto his forehead. you knew how demanding the food-delivering job could get, so you did your best to provide dan with a treat of his own when he arrived home. one that you knew would rot his mind until he could finally come back to you again. 

a smile lit up his face as he tore off his tie, tossing it to the side as he kicked off his shoes and made his way to you. then he made his way over to where you were sat on the bed clad in a baby-pink nightgown that left little to the imagination. he picked you up, spinning you around and wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug. “there’s my angel…”

you wrapped your legs around his dainty waist, your hands finding his tight bun and pulling out the black hairtie you’d lent him, releasing his luscious brown waves. he lifted his lips to yours and gave you a deep kiss, sitting down on the edge of the bed with you on his lap. 

you cradled his face in your hands, thumbs rubbing over the light dusting of stubble on his jaw. you pulled away, taking in the appearance of his tense muscles and tired eyes. you pouted a little. “hard day..?” you asked softly. he sighed. “you know it.” he placed his hands on your hips. “but you know exactly how to make a guy feel better, hm?” you giggled, nodding at the subtle praise in his words.

you noticed a slight change of atmosphere as his gaze turned to one of lust instead of innocent affection. the corner of his lip went up in a grin. “you really put this together for me? god, i’m the luckiest man in the world.” you kissed him on the top of the head as his thumbs peaked underneath the thin fabric. 

he lifted you up a little before putting you in a much better position. one where you were sprawled across his knee, your ass in the air to give him a perfect view of what he had been missing all day. the nightgown slid up your ass as his soft, warm hand kneaded the flesh gently, sweet words spilling from his lips. “you look beautiful, doll…” 

you felt your cheeks heating up and a bulge pressing against your stomach. he was hard already. no matter what you did, you always had a way of turning his libido on like a switch. he used a hand to gently turn your face so you were looking at him, using his finger to gently toy with your lips. “i’ve missed this pretty face…”

your face lit up from the accolade as he slipped his thumbs between your lips, making you suck on it as his other hand began to play with you through your panties. you already felt your body beginning to tremble from the desire, his hard cock pressing against your gut in such a teasing way not making things better in the slightest.

you squeezed your legs together in a desperate attempt for more pleasure. “i’m guessing my sweet girl missed me too.” he cooed, shifting back onto the bed so that he was leaning against the headboard. he looked at you through deeply smitten eyes. “why don’t you help me get out of all this?”

he had a hand resting on his boner, wanting you to pick up on what he was saying. you crawled backward until you were laying on your stomach, face to face with the protruding mass in his pants. you fiddled with the zipper, not doing much before his cock sprang out, hitting you on the nose. he laughed softly, patting your cheek apologetically.

his tip was already glazed with precum, veins bulging as his cock seemed to beg you for pleasure. you swallowed hard, looking up at him with your amorous eyes and meeting his pleased stare.

you took a deep breath, the air hitting his tip and making his breath hitch. then you went for it, swirling your tongue around his tip before taking the first few inches down your throat with ease. he gasped, his hand finding the back of your head and gripping a handful of your hair. you gagged your throat contracting around his pulsating muscle.

he spoke, his voice slightly shaky. “easy there, angel.” you nodded, taking that last chunk of it with a deep gulp. a shiver ran down his spine as he entered the warmth of your throat, feeling the flutter of your uvula hitting his tip.

you slowly bobbed your head on his length, looking him right in the eye as you searched for any sign of approval. but he was already in wonderland, lips parted and eyes shut as blood began to flow to the most primal part of him. unintentionally, his hand tightened around your hair as he grabbed it with more force than intended.

“j-just like that, doll…” you licked up his girth, using your hand to fondle his balls and the base of his dick while your mouth took care of the tip. a method that you’d found worked with him the best. he gulped, a bead of sweat running down his forehead as he slowly bucked his hips into your mouth, your throat beginning to bruise.

“god… you’re so perfect. so, so good for me…” his hand gripped your jaw, making you swallow the whole thing at once. tears pricked your eyes and your mouth watered, bubbles of spit running down his cock.

dan swallowed a groan, forcing himself to keep his composure as he looked right into your eyes. the irony of it all was that you never looked more innocent than when his dick was down your throat. you placed your hands on his thighs as he fucked your throat, the intoxicating sound of your lewd gagging and gurgling filling the room.

you reached a hand back, slipping your panties to the side and letting out your dripping wet cunt. you rubbed sloppy circles on your hard clit, slipping your fingers in and moaning around his manhood. he chuckled softly, using all his strength to muster up his words. “you’re gonna make such a mess of me, sweetheart.”

you pumped your fingers in and out of yourself, your busted up pussy greedily swallowing them whole. dan had full control of you, both his hands forcing your head down all the way as a deep groan emerged from his gut. his hot cum felt like lava pouring down your esophagus, travelling all the way down to your intestines.

he came in loads that were surely enough to fill buckets and then some. but you swallowed every last drop, not letting any go to waste. you pulled your head off, strings of cum connecting you to his tip as you coughed up bubbles of his seed. he patted your back, realizing that he got carried away. as usual.

“i-im so sorry, baby. you know how i get when it comes to you.” you managed to choke out a laugh, wiping the tears from your eyes and letting him pull you back onto his lap. you took a hold of his softening cock, tucking it back into his pants and giving it a little pat. he laughed a little at your simple sign of affection, pulling your into another kiss, tasting the remainder of himself in your mouth.

you wrapped your arms around his neck, resting your head on his shoulder as he stroked your back. “my sweet angel,” he whispered, “you’re absolutely heavenly. and you always know how to cheer me up, dont you?” he gives you a small peck on the nose, making you smile. “i love you more than life itself, my love.” he said quietly.

and as you swallowed the last little bit of his cum, you knew he meant it.

author's note: this fic is longgg overdue, but I have more coming. thank you all for the requests!

[frenziedslashers]

hey! I know your hyper fixated on TWD, but would you (if you feel up to it ofc) write a lil something for Stu macher?

Specifically, please uh- Stu macher with a Fem!S/o who just reaaaallly loves his voice, and his dirty comments? Like, his dirty talk? She loves it-

I really like your content, and imo, there’s just not enough stuff for my favorite boi, Stu :(

Ofc. I understand if you don’t feel like writing it, so, I hope you have a great day/night!

Dirty Phone Calls;;

A/N: I am literally in love with Stu. You came to the right place, anon 🫶 Sorry if this isn't the best either. I am fighting sleep and my anxiety is high due to a thunder storm going on rn. I also did not proofread this, so good luck lmao

Warnings: Dirty talk, Stu is a flirt, phone sex, masturbation, Stu is a whoreTM

Stu had no idea that you would be this dirty. When he first met you he saw someone who he could corrupt. A white lamb that he could cover in blood and dye the fur for good. Yet truly, you were only a little white lamb in disguise. Shy when he first met you. Yet, open and absolutely devious when he actually had you for himself.

He wouldn't have it any other way, either.

"What are you wearing tonight, baby?" He asked, causing you to smile and roll your eyes. "Stu!" You squealed, making the man laugh into the phone. "Oh come on, I know you like it when I ask you that." He wasn't completely wrong. You loved it when he asked you anything remotely dirty. "You like it when I talk to you all nasty, don't you?" He teased, but you ignored it. A little too embarrassed to do so.

"I'm wearing a shirt, some pants..." "Boo-ring" He howled into the phone. Flopping onto his back on his bed. "What if we played a game? Guess a number between one and ten and if you guess wrong you have to take that shirt off and tell me what you're wearing then?" He cooed, a sly smile resting on his face. You knew from the start that he wasn't going to play fair.

"What if I just told you what was underneath my clothes?" He hummed at your offer. Tapping his chin with a soft sigh. "That's not as fun, now guess a number." It was your turn to hum. Lying on your stomach on your bed. Tapping the side of your head while you pondered. "Three?" you questioned, and he made the sound of a buzzer. "Wrong! It was five. Now, strip and tell!"

You kept your end of the deal. Placing the phone beside you while you pulled your shirt over your head. Lying back down while pulling your phone to your ear. "I'm wearing your favorite bra, how's that?" You asked him, "The red one?" You hummed in agreement at his question. "Fuck, you know I love it when you wear that. My pretty thing, all laid out for me." He sighed, and you shifted your thighs together. Biting your lips at his words.

"You like it when I talk about you like that? What if I told you what I'm thinking? About how I wanna have you underneath me. Pressing your face into the bed while I fuck you good and hard," He rambled, basically telling you everything that came to his scattered mind. If it was said from anyone else you would have cringed and hung up, but something about Stu saying it only turned you on more.

"You want me to keep going?" He asked, rolling onto his back so he could begin palming himself through his jeans. A groan leaving his throat which caused your 'yes' to come out a little more breathy than you intended.

"God, you're so hot. Especially when you sound like that, baby," he sighed. "If you were here with me I'd show you how big of a slut you are. I know you are, you act like you aren't, but you are. Only for me, and I love it. You're always so loud, God, neither of us can ever shut up when I fuck you," he mewled. Reaching down his pants while you snaked your hand down your own.

"Tell me, you like it when I fuck you hard?" He asked, beginning to stroke himself with a soft moan. "Answer me," His voice was a little more stern than before. "Yes, I do, I love it, Stu," you stammered, and he laughed into the phone. "God, you're so perfect," he purred.

"I'd tie you up if you were here. Put your hands behind your back like I did last time. Use you like the doll you are," he teased. You knew he wouldn't actually use you, and so did he. He loved you too much, even if he hadn't told you that quite yet.

"Fuck you 'til the only thing you could do is cry," this time you moaned into the phone. Your fingers brushing over your clit while he continued his rant.

"What are you doing now?" He asked, stroking himself a little faster than before. His breath coming out ragged through the phone. "Are you touching yourself, too?" He asked again, and you nodded. Realizing after a moment that he couldn't see you. "Fuck- Yes, yeah. Are you?" You asked, and he chuckled. "Of course I am," it was a bit of a silly question. Stu had to be the horniest guy you had ever met. Any chance he had to get off he'd take it. Especially if it involved you.

"What if you hurt me?" you asked, rubbing yourself a little faster at the thought. "With the rope?" He asked, and you chuckled. "No, I mean like... Hurt me. On purpose?" Your voice grew softer as you asked the question. "Like hitting you? Are you into that, baby?" He asked, and you let out a small "mhm" of agreement. "Shit, this might be how I crack open all your kinks from now on, kitten," you rolled your eyes at the nickname he gave you. His words were quick to distract you again. Pulling you back into your fantasy realm.

"God, the things I could do to you," Stu shut his eyes while he thought. "I could fuck you rougher than I already do. Leave your thighs black and blue," He purred. "Bring a knife into it, cut that pretty skin of yours," he tittered. The thought of him marking you with a knife oddly enough did it for you. A moan bleeding through the phone that had his hips jerking.

"Shit, I need you so bad," he whimpered, "I need you too, Stu," you cried back. Both of your hands moving quicker than before. "Cum for me," he breathed, and that was it for you. Your body convulsing while you curled in on yourself. The spring snapping within you while you moaned and cried into the phone. Stu doing the same shortly after. Calling your name out while he did so.

The both of you laid in your separate beds. Phones still up to your ears while you came down from your highs. Finally able to focus on each others breathing again. "Holy shit," you breathed out, and he chuckled. "I'm coming over and rocking your boat tonight, baby," he growled, and you snickered. "Better hurry before I fall asleep," you responded, hearing him move around on the other end. "I'm on my way now, did you really wanna try the knife thing?" He asked, waiting as you thought over the question. "Well, sure, maybe..." You stammered, a little worried about the idea. "I won't cut ya tonight, baby. Gotta save that for later down the line," He teased. "Keep your door unlocked, I'll see you soon." "No promises," you sighed. Listening as he laughed on the other end before the call itself ended.

Goddamn Stu Macher and his voice.

[simpforfandoms]

Here with me

a/n: I got my wisdom teeth out and I’m high on pain killers rn so I don’t know what this is also it's been like a year since I've last uploaded I've just haven't had the motivation whoops. Also requests are open so please request I'm running out of ideas.

pairing: dick grayson x fem!reader (probably could be read as gender neutral)

summary: reader got broken up with by a text of all things

genre: angst, hurt with comfort, tooth-rotting fluff at the end

word count: 2665

warnings: language, not proofread

masterlist

“you’re nice and all but I don’t think this is going to work out.”

You’re heart drops. You read the text over and over again. Guess he lives up to his name. What kind of person ends it over text? You don’t know how to respond. A million thoughts at once fill your head. Do you respond with a whole ass paragraph begging him not to leave you? Do you call him? Do you run over to his work? What the fuck do you do? Your finger hovers over the call button. If you call him would he even answer? What could you do to salvage this relationship? It wouldn’t be the same if you could fix the relationship. Doubt would fill your brain. More doubt than you already had. In retrospect, you should’ve seen this coming. Dick Grayson is a beautiful human sent from the heavens above. And you? Well, you’re just you. It was stupid of you to think that a guy like him could ever love a gal like you. You check the time.

5:48

You know Dick can see that you read the text for almost six minutes now. You freak out and reply with the first thing you could think of.

“Okay”

He reads it almost instantly.

And just like that, it’s over. Almost a three-year-long relationship. Down the fucking drain. It’s funny it seemed like only 2 hours ago he was telling you how much he loved you and missed you. Where did you go wrong? You’ve done nothing but been there for him. You’ve been a good girlfriend. Maybe not the best. Definitely not Barbara. Barbara. Her name brings a funny taste to your tongue. A pit in your stomach forms. She’s everything you’re not and more. He probably reconnected with her and realized that he’s better off with her. Oh my fucking god why can’t you be better. Be better. Be fucking better. So many words that you want to say to him. Please being the most frequent one. You want to cry. Scream. Anything. But you can’t. It’s like you’re paralyzed. You’re hands are shaking as you find the caller ID and quickly push it.

“hey what’s up?”

“me and dick broke up?” You say it almost like a question.

“What oh my god! What happened?!?! I’ll kill him”

“Babs I need you to be completely honest.” You say gulping, “did you have anything to do with it?”

“No of course not,” she says

Of course she didn’t. She might be Dick’s ex but she wouldn’t betray you. A part of you hates yourself for ever thinking that.

“I’m coming over right now” you hear a muffled voice in the background but before you could ask she hangs up.

Weird but you didn’t have time to focus on that. You just got dumped. You can’t say you didn’t see it coming. You don’t know what hurts worse, being broken up with or believing that for once you were worthy of love. People say that “you accept the love you think you deserve.” If that’s true than why the hell were you and dick together. Dick is the most perfect boyfriend. Maybe it was all a mask. Maybe he didn’t actually love you. A small part of you hope that its not true, but the logical more realistic part know that it was all just a fantasy. A beautiful fantasy, but a fantasy nevertheless. You wish you could cry. You feel like everyone else in this situation would cry. Maybe it’s because you’re still in denial. You’re still hoping for Dick to say this is some sick joke.

•

1 hour earlier

“You don’t understand I love her!” Dick retorts.

“Dick you don’t understand. Y/n’s a civilian. Telling her, hell even dating her puts her at risk. I am ordering you, not asking you, to break up with her.” Bruce says.

Dick takes a long exaggerated sigh. Leave it to Bruce to turn innocently declaring that he was going to propose into a full-blown argument. His brothers sit and watch patiently. As if they’re waiting for a lion to attack. Barbara, on the other hand, is waiting for a chance to speak. After all, you are her best friend, she has to do everything she can to prevent you from getting hurt. By that, she means mentally. She has no doubt in her mind that Dick can protect you. Honestly, she found it heartwarming that Dick had come to her for the approval of the engagement ring. She only regrets suggesting that he tells Bruce.

“Bruce I’m not a kid anymore you can’t boss me around.”

“Think about all the people we have lost because they knew our identity. If you truly loved this girl you would set her free.”

Dick mutters something under his breathe. Barley auditable. Something along the lines of “I don’t want to”

•

knock

knock

You don’t bother to answer the door you know it’s Barbara. You know she has a key.

“Oh honey I’m so sorry!” She says as she runs over to hug you.

“It’s okay it’s not like your the reason he broke up with me.”

You notice a falter in Barbara’s face. She showed a tinge of guilt but as quickly as it appeared it went away.

“I know but I’m still sorry” she says.

“Y’know it’s funny Babs I thought I was gonna marry him. For a moment there I thought he felt the same. It was stupid of me. I turned a blind eye to him coming home late all the time. It shouldn’t have been such a big shock. I guess in the back of my mind i always knew there was someone else. I guess I should pack up my shit and get the fuck out of here. I don’t think I can handle looking into eyes without crumbling.” Tears begin to fall.

Barbara does nothing more than squeeze you tighter. A reassuring comfort that it’s not your fault. You know she knows something you don’t know and only wish she could tell you, but you also know that maybe she won’t tell you to keep you safe. You think about, if she knows that dick broke up with you because of someone else, maybe she’s just saving all the pain that comes with feeling you’re not enough. But she also has to know that you already feel your not enough. You pull away from the hug to look her in her eyes. Searching for answers. You grab her hands in yours.

“Babs if you know something I don’t please tell me, I know you want to protect me but please I assure you that I already have self doubt and if you tell me that there was for sure someone else all that could bring is closure. So please for the love of god tell me.”

She suddenly pulls away breaking eye contact.

“No! It’s not that- it’s uh. It’s all my fault Y/n. I’m so sorry.” She says in a hush voice covering her face in guilt.

As if your heart couldn’t possibly break it more, it feels betrayal.

“Babs were you the other woman?” You say not understanding.

“Oh my god of course not.” She turns her head to look at you. “I would never ever do that to you”

“Then how is it your fault?” You question confusion mixed with sadness on your face.

She turns away again.

“It’s just- oh god. I promised dick I wouldn’t tell you.” She closes her eyes and gulps. “A week ago Dick came to me asking to help pick out an engagement ring for you. He was going to propose.” She then looks at you searching for any reaction.

“He was? I don’t get it then why would he break up with me?”

“I convinced him that he should tell Bruce and all, thinking that Bruce would want to know. It ended up turning into a big argument. In the end Bruce convinced him to break up with you.” She sighs once again looking at your confusion ridden face.

“I still don’t get it. Bruce loves me. Why wouldn’t he want Dick to marry me?” You question.

“What Dick does for a living is dangerous.”

“I’m fine with him being a cop, he knows that.”

“No, it’s not just that. What we all do for a living is dangerous. Bruce likes you, he does. At first, he didn’t think you and Dick would last so he never thought that your relationship would get to the point where Dick would have to tell you the truth, but Dick had other plans. So when Dick told him he wanted to marry you, well-“ She stops taking a deep breath, “Bruce knew that marrying you would mean Dick would have to tell you the truth. So he told Dick that the only way to keep you safe was to break it off and if he truly loved you he would set you free.”

“How is any of that your fault?” You ask.

“Well after Dick stormed away I followed him to convince him not to break up with you. But he wouldn’t budge. He believed it would be selfish to continue your relationship while putting you jeopardy. He sacrificed his own happiness for your safety. He said he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if something ever happened to you. I knew he wouldn’t budge so I at least tried to get him to break up with you in person but he knew if he saw you he would never be able to do it. You called me after it happened Dick begged me not to tell me anything but here we are” She finishes with tears in her eyes.

“None of that is your fault, Babs.” You say as you pull her into a hug.

She chuckles dryly, “I’m the one who should be comforting you.”

You both laugh through the tears.

“I still have one question though. What does he do for a living?”

Barbara stops laughing and contemplates telling you. She eventually stares you in the eyes and says barley above a whisper “he’s nightwing”

Though you barley heard it, you’re eyes widened. Suddenly everything made sense. The late nights. The excessive bruises. The leaving dates early. It was like the final piece of the puzzle.

“Where is he?” You say though you already know the answer.

You get up from the couch, grab your keys and are almost out the door til you hear babs say “Y/n please don’t tell him I told you”

You stop for a moment and say, “Thank you Babs” and rush out the door.

•

“Dude I can’t believe you actually listened to the old man” Jason says.

“I don’t need your shit Jason.” Dick mumbles on the Wayne manor sofa.

“I’m just saying, you’re in love with her. Everyone can see that.”

“That’s why I had to!” Dick yells, standing up.

Jason stands back, seemly pushing Damian in front of him as if it’s his turn to talk some sense into Dick.

“What Todd is trying to say is, it’s absurd that you of all people would take Father’s advice about love seeing how miserable he is.” Damian states.

“Ya, Bruce doesn’t know shit about relationships, even I can see that” Duke chimes in from across the room, not even looking up from his book.

"You wanna know why he can't seem to keep a relationship? Because he lets his fear consume him." Tim says bluntly.

"Yeah take Tim for example isn't he dating a civilian? Benard? Nothing has happened to him" Jasons says.

"Well, I wouldn't say nothing" Tim replies.

"Shut up, I'm trying to make a point." Jason sighs, "He's not dead is he?"

"Yeah, Tim and Benard seem to be going strong," someone chimes in from the doorway.

That voice. Dick could recognize that voice anywhere. They all turn to look at you. Jason is the first one that turns back towards Dick.

"See y/n gets it." He shrugs

"Yeah, I do."

There is a moment of silence. The silence is so loud. The tension so thick. The boys seem to notice this and walk away. Jason gives Dick a look that reads, "Don't fuck this up, lover boy"

When the boys all leave the room, leaving you and Dick alone, you walk towards him. Dick's piercing blue eyes stare into yours. Almost questioning you, as to say "what are you doing here".

"You didn't really think I'd let you break up with me over text, did you?" You smile.

Dick can't help it, he smiles back. Even though it's silent, you both are saying a million words to each other. He can look into your eyes for eternity. He can't believe he broke up with you without getting to see those gorgeous eyes again. But as much as he wants to keep looking, he can't, he knows if he does, he'll come running back to you. He knows if he does that, he'll never see those pretty eyes again. The reality of the matter hits him. He breaks eye contact, turning away and crossing his arms, as a way to say "please leave". You however have other plans. You come closer to him barely an inch away from him. You take his face into your hands and turn his head towards you. He tightly closes his eyes.

"Dick, please look at me." You say.

"I can't," he whispers.

"Why?"

He sighs closing his eyes even tighter. "You know why."

You silently remove your hands from his face, sliding them down to his chest. You sigh, about to remove your hands completely until he untucks his arms and lightly grabs your wrists. He looks down, finally looking into your eyes.

"Please don't go yet," He says.

"Dick I need you to tell me the truth"

You search his eyes for a sign, anything at all. What you find is remorse.

"Y'know I love you" You say

"I know."

"Dick you can tell me anything"

He sighs, "You already know the truth"

"But I need to hear it from you"

He sighs again, this time deeper. He stares into your eyes almost pleading with you so he won't have to say it because if he does it makes all of this a reality. The harsh reality that he'll either have to love you from afar, or put you in jeopardy because of him. He'd rather stay here with you in complete bliss. As long as he's with you he's complete. He can't imagine you gone. Alive but gone or dead and gone. He wishes things were simpler. In another time or maybe another universe, he thinks.

"I'm Nightwing"

You burst you laughing. Making Dick confused, but he couldn't help but start chuckling with you.

"My fiance's Nightwing" You start singing.

When you eventually catch your breath, Dick seems to have an even more confused face.

"What?" You question.

"Fiance?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Well yeah but only if you want to be" You smile sheepishly.

Instead of replying Dick swoops you up and kisses you. Not like any other kiss you've had with him, it was one filled with passion. All of the love left unsaid was poured into the kiss. Any doubt that either of you had was solved. When you finally break apart, you two are panting resting your forehead on each other. Dick casually slips an engagement ring on your finger. To which you pull away to look at.

"Oh, Dick it's beautiful!" You gush.

"You have Babs to thank for that," He says pulling you in for another kiss.

You're the love of his life, and he's yours. You know what you're getting yourself into but ultimately you'd rather die having him by your side than not at all. As long as you're with him you've got a smile on your face.

[greenunoreversecard]

hi hi i came across your work a lot and i love it

i was wondering if you could do a ftm reader with barty crouch jr where the reader hasn’t done anything yet to medically transition besides top surgery (so no bottom surgery or testosterone) and it’s that time of month and they are feeling super dysphoric and just a bunch of fluff. if you’re comfortable with it please.

have a lovely day and i will return *evil gremlin laugh* bye!

A/N;I'll try, it's late.. almost 1am and I'm 🍃 rn.. ERM also lowkey basing off of my own experinces

Warning: slightly spicy suggestions, strong language, innuendos and explicit phrases(?) sorta got a enemies and lovers vibe, readers kinda a snarky asshole

Guess im a vampire- Barty Jr. X FtM! Reader

i shuffle uncomfortably in my bed, the room dark. I shuffle again as another wave of sharp, pulsating pain envelops my lower stomache. My grip on the heating pad tightens.

Fucking bloody Mary has decided to have a trampoline party on my... non wanted parts.

Not only does it slightly hurt my ego and absolutely destroy me mentally, it also decides to fuck me, and not establish a safe word.

As I shuffle again, feeling my insides shift as nausea hits as well as another wave of pain, my door essentially flies open, lock broken into firey pieces of metal, I see none other than resident "chalk dyed tips, emo twink" Barty Jr.

"Guess what I heard from Regulus that heard from Pandora that Heard from Evan?"

"what? Why are you all playing telephone?" I say, slowly sitting up, hair messy and a tired look on my face.

He leans on the doorframe, a mischievous glint in his eye. He raises a brow.

'He's not going to tell me unless I guess. Typical'

"Lucius and Narcissa broke up again?"

"Nope"

"Bellatrix comes out as being is in a lesbian relationship?"

"No, but that is in my Christmas bingo card so I fucking hope" He replies as he saunters over to my bed, plopping down next to me, although for some reason a bit more... Gently?

"They found out about when we-"

He glares at me.

"B, they can't hear us"

"they always hear us"

I sigh, and roll my eyes, although a bit more happier than earlier.

"Just tell me"

"Well, firstly I lied about hearing it through the grapevine, I just wanted rumor ideas-"

I snort a laugh, typical. He playfully glares at me.

"Evan told me this morning that you woke up in bloody sheets, and then we snuck into the library to get a gender book thing, and we looked at like-" He whispers the next word; "menstruation-. And like all that. and I asked Narcissa, -because you two are friends- how to help because he said you looked in pain, which, she said try coke,' that cheers most people up' and so we were gonna buy some, but Evan asked Pandora and-" he shuffles, sitting up and shoving a plastic bag for you.

You look at it causiously, but eventually give into temptation and look inside. Some hygiene products, a box of cigs, some candies and chocolates, paracitimol and... A box of lube?

You hold it up with a questioning gaze

"in case the thing gets stuck to the..." He gestures vaguely to your crotch.

"..what?"

"when you stick it on, the diaper, it's on your who-ha"

I laugh and cover my mouth.

"it's- it's not stuck onto my vagina, Barty. It's stuck onto the fucking underwear."

I laugh again, and Barty's head tilts lightly digesting the information.

"Oh."

I laugh again, before wincing from a harsh pain.

he looks confused, before remembering something, then gets off my bed.

He gestures to the bathroom.

"Wash up, get the vampire hoodoo off then come back over and we can try fucking round with a radio to become possessed."

I laugh lightly, yawning and respond: "Guess I'm a vampire now. Can I ask why?" I stretch,making sure the heating pad stays locked in position.

"Because Blood"

I raise my eyebrow. "Blood? What about it"

He shrugs. "Blood means vampire"

"Didn't you-"

"Never, not me wrong guy."

I quirk an eyebrow, and He shrugs.

"I'll be a vampire if your a vampire"

He rolls his eyes, head lolling backwards, he huffs over-exaggeratedly.

"if that means you fuck off and shower than sure" He grins sardonically.

I glance at the bathroom, before nodding and slowly getting up, which he ends up helping with and collecting some clothes for me for a shower; all because "we don't want grandpa to die".

After I shower, I come out, having had Barty essentially shove some pain killers down my throat, im feeling a bit better, but still tired. I find Barty, who is on his bed, with all of my blankets as well as his. He looks up as hee hears the door open, before quickly beckoning me over, he's laying down, so I join him in the same position.

He clears his throat.

"we can cuddle. Platonically, because I know your poor heart couldnt handle romantic"

I snort a laugh.

"it's not gay if we wear socks"

"I'm wearing only one, does that mean I'm bi?"

"what type of monster only wears one fucking sock?"

We continue to bicker as Barty gently maneuvers me to a position comfortable for both of us. We're pressed against one another. This isnt the first time this has happened.

We talk, and play some records and eventually fall asleep to Evan walking in with a camera.

That'll be a tomorrow issues.

[avengersfantasies]

hii!!!! can I send a request? if so can I request a Bucky Barnes x reader fic? maybe where reader and Bucky live together but reader has some eating issues that they haven't told Bucky about and he finds out one day. like maybe a hurt/comfort? If not that's totally fine im just in recovery right now and just needing some comfort rn ty!! <33

Summary: After eating dinner one night, your roommate, Bucky Barnes, discovers what you have been keeping to yourself.

What to expect: eating disorder (bulimia), fluff

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You walked in from your date – the smell of your roommate’s cooking immediately hitting your nose. It smelled amazing. Everything Bucky cooked was phenomenal.

            “Welcome home!” the soldier called out from the kitchen. You flashed him a quick smile as you walked in and sat down at the bar. “How was the date?”

            You sighed. “It was…okay, I guess,” you answered.

Bucky nodded and tasted the sauce he was finishing up making. “You hungry?”

“I’m good,” you exhaled. “Had a lot to eat at the movie.”

He looked at you suspiciously. “What all is there to even eat at a movie?”

You chuckled and shook your head – walking off to your room without responding. You knew full-well that you hadn’t actually eaten anything at the movie except for a few bites of popcorn. You got into your bedroom and started to change into some comfortable clothing, and the familiar sound and feeling of your stomach growling echoed loudly. You ignored it – continuing to change into your sweats and get comfortable in bed. You lay in bed scrolling on your phone and laughing at videos posted by some comedians you followed. After a handful of minutes, however, it became too much. Annoyed, you got out of bed and headed to the kitchen where Bucky was cleaning up and putting away leftovers. Without a word, you opened up one of the cabinets and grabbed a plate – stacking it with food and putting it into the microwave.

“Thought you weren’t hungry,” Bucky reminded you.

You shrugged. “Yeah, well…smelled too good.”

You gave him a soft smile as you went to the other side of the bar to sit and begin eating your meal. It was delicious, that much you had to admit. If there was one thing you knew for certain, it was that Bucky knew how to cook a homestyle meal.

“It’s really good,” you told him.

He smiled. “Thank you…it’s one of my mom’s recipes.”

Hearing those words and knowing what you were going to do once you finished eating caused a wave of guilt to crash over you – causing you to look down and eat smaller bites. His mother…the woman that he no doubt loved more than anything in the world, the one he had lost when he was a young boy had created the recipe for the food you were eating, and you knew that as soon as you finished, you’d be throwing it up. Were you insulting her? Him? If he knew what you did after every meal, would he be angry with you? How many other times had you thrown up food that came from his mother? In the end, it didn’t matter. You weren’t strong enough for these thoughts to stop you from doing what you’d been doing for years.

“Thank you, Buck,” you smiled – putting your now-empty plate in the dishwasher and heading to your room. “Goodnight!”

“Night!” His voice was happy, and he felt accomplished having made one of his mother’s beloved recipes and having it turn out good.

You locked yourself in your room before bolting to the en suite and locking that door as well. Almost on instinct, you threw your body to the toilet – forcing yourself to throw up everything you had just eaten. You always sobbed quietly as you regurgitated your meals, but this time was different. This time, you sobbed loudly – not caring if anyone heard you. The food kept coming, and each morsel that left your body caused more guilt.

“Hey!” Bucky’s voice called out from the other side of the bedroom door. “Are you okay?” You didn’t answer, too upset to respond to him. At this point, you didn’t care if he found out what you were doing…if anything, a part of you wanted him to find you. Some part of you needed him to. Hearing more of your sobbing and puking, Bucky easily broke the lock on the bedroom door and entered – making his way to the bathroom and breaking that lock as well. “Hey, hey, hey,” he spoke softly – kneeling down next to you and rubbing your back. “Are you okay?”

“No,” you sobbed – looking over at him with tear-stained cheeks. “I’m sorry, Buck.”

“Sorry? What’re you sorry for?” he asked frantically – desperately wanting to figure out what was happening. “Did something make you sick?”

You let out another sob. “I’ve been sick, Bucky.” His eyes searched yours for some sort of explanation, but the more you sobbed and gasped, the more he understood. Soon, the realization set in.

He pulled you close to him – wrapping his arms tightly around you. “How long?”

“Since high school,” you cried out.

He kissed the top of your head – resting his cheek on the same spot. “I’m so sorry I didn’t realize.” A tear escaped his beautiful blue eyes and landed in your hair. “I should’ve realized.” The feeling of being wrapped in his arms brought you a sense of calm – a feeling that everything would be alright. He wasn’t angry that you had just thrown up the food that he had worked hard on making. In that moment, all he cared about what you. “Do we need to go to the hospital?”

You shook your head. “No…please.” Bucky stood up and grabbed a wet washcloth and got your toothbrush together – helping you get up from the floor and clean up. He flushed the toilet while you brushed your teeth, and once you were done, he carried you to your bed. “Please stay…” Your voice was hoarse and weak as you practically begged the soldier to stay with you. “I can’t be alone.” Bucky nodded and lay next to you – pulling you close to him and rubbing your bath with his metal hand. The coolness of his arm soothed you enough and helped you catch your breath. “Please help me.”

“I’ll do anything you need me to do,” he promised – placing a gentle kiss on your head and holding you as you fell asleep from exhaustion in his arms.

[yourlocaldummyishere]

A dream come true

Warnings: 

-forced p⭐️rn ⭐️

- shy corpse

-a few arguments

-dom corpse

-neck kissing

-sex

-dirty talk

-fingering

-name calling 

-blow job

-swearing

-✨drama✨

+ more

Me and corpse have been friends since we were kids when I had just turned 17 my parents had forced me to join a porn company so they could pay off their debts it was hard, every day after my so called “job” had ended instead of going home I ran straight to Corpse’s house and whenever he opened the door I would run straight into his arms and would hug him tightly crying into his chest because of the pain I was in. My legs were always sore and I could never catch a break, I could see it in his eyes, it hurt him to see me like this, I know he felt bad for me, he would always carry me to his bed and would cuddle me to calm me down, I felt bad for him too because of his condition, he wouldn’t be able to move his arms, his arms would lock in place even when he would just be trying to eat some breakfast, whenever I see it happen I would grab his spoon and I would just feed him his food, it’s the least I could do for him always helping me.

“Shit, hey Siri call y/n!”

Siri: calling y/n

“Hey Siri put y/n on speaker”

Siri: okay

“Hmm? Oh corpse is calling” she’d pick up her phone and would answer it “hey corpse what’s up?”

“I can’t move my arms can you come over?” I would say in a panicked voice

“Shit, yeah I’ll tell my boss it’s an emergency” she’d say panicked as well “just hang on I’ll be there as soon as I can okay?” She’d say in a concerned voice 

“O-okay” I would say my voice filled with fear

“Sir I have to go, it’s an emergency, I’ll work four times as much tomorrow, I promise”

“Y/n no need to overwork your body if it’s an emergency”

“Thank you sir”

“No problem my sexy money machine”

I would ignore my bosses comment and I quickly got outside of the building rushing over to my car and driving to his house I had a spare key so I let myself inside and I yelled out “CORPSE WHERE ARE YOU!?” I had said in a panicked voice concerned

“I’m in the kitchen”

I ran into the kitchen and I would hug him, he was trying to do the dishes “My poor bestie, I’ll do it, here, let me help you sit down” I said as I gently moved his arm on my shoulder and I put my arm on his back holding him and I would wrap my other arm around his stomach holding him close to keep him balanced and I would help him walk to his living room gently helping him sit down walking back to the kitchen and I would start to do the dishes for him 

“Thank you” he said as he closed his eyes and sighed

“No problem bae” I said as I started to dry off his dishes and putting them away

“Are you okay? On a scale of 0-1,000,000,000 how sore are your legs”

“It’s not as bad as yesterday but probably at least a million”

He would sigh “you have to quit that so called “job” of yours”

“You know I can’t corpse, my dear, you know my parents will kick me out, then what would I do? I would have nowhere to go, and I wouldn’t want to bother you when you stream”

“Fuck my streams, you’re more important out of all my friends, you know that you can sleep with me in my bed, for all I care, I’ll sleep on my floor if I have to”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, corpse you don’t have to do that you already do enough for me, you literally spoil the shit out of me, hell no, what makes you think I’ll let you sleep on your hard ass floor? I bet that floor is harder then a fucking dick could ever be”

Corpse’s eyes would go wide as he gets caught off guard but then he remembers that y/n is a lateral porn star so of course she would know that. His eyes would relax and he would chuckle “I keep on forgetting how bold you get, but at the same time I shouldn’t be surprised your are a literal porn star, so of course it’s not weird for you to be so bold like that”

“How the hell- meh I guess it doesn’t matter” I would say walking over to him and sitting next to him grabbing his left arm and massaging it until he could move it again and then I would get up sitting next to his right side grabbing his right arm and I would do the same thing I did to the left one and then I would get an idea and would smirk but then I would shake my head getting the idea out of my head

“What was the smirk for eh? Just do it I’m curious” he would say looking at her

I would smirk again and then I would sit on his lap and I would wrap my arms around him putting my head on his shoulder closing my eyes

He would wrap his arms around her and would lean his head up against the back of his couch

I would blush as I felt something hard against me, of course, I knew what it was but it was surprising because he said it was hard for him to get turned on, he had even mentioned one time that no matter how hard he try’s to he never could get himself to cum, no matter what he tried. He was comfortable talking about that kind of stuff with me because I knew a lot about sex more then him and the male body more then him so whenever he experiences something knew about his body he would call me usually in a panic because he’s scared something is wrong but usually nothing is wrong “hey umm so what did I do to make you hard Corpse?”

“Wait what?- oh shit sorry I didn’t realize, wait why the hell am I hard? that’s a good question, I have no idea how or why, this is weird, am I gonna die!?-“ 

I would cut him off by kissing him on the lips putting him in shock

“W-what was that for?-“

“I knew covering your mouth wouldn’t work so I had to do something to make you shut up you’re not going to die it’s just something that your body likes and it got you hard that’s all”

Corpse would relax his body and would lean up against me, burying his face into my neck

“Umm corpse?”

He would hum “Hm? Yeah what is it?”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah I’m fine just tired”

“How much sleep did you get last night?”

“None”

“Go to sleep!”

“Fine” he’d huff closing his eyes

“In your own bed not your fucking couch dumbass”

“Ouch”

“Go. To. Your. Own. Bed. NOW!”

“Okay, okay, geez!”

I would get off him and I would grab his arm pulling him to his feet and dragging him to his bedroom pushing him onto his bed and grabbing his phone from his side table walking out of his bedroom

“HEY WHAT THE HELL! YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO TAKE MY PHONE WITH YOU!”

“It’s so you actually go to sleep now shut up and go to bed dumbass”

Corpse’s POV:

“Ugh rude” I’d whisper ‘but at the same time I’m glad she cares about me like this I don’t know what I would do without her’ I’d think to myself as I slowly started to drift off to sleep

A few hours later

“Mmh” ‘what’s that smell it’s so sweet’ I’d think to myself as my eyes flutter open slowly 

Y/n’s POV:

Sighs ‘My poor baby, I feel so bad for him’ I think to myself and then I would get an idea ‘I should make him a cake! Oh god I forgot his favorite cake flavor ugh what is it brain!? Think, think, umm I think it was- ugh I can’t think of it god damnit I’ll just make some homemade cinnamon raisin buns I think he mentioned something about loving them in one of his streams’ I said to myself walking into the kitchen putting his phone on the kitchen table walking over to his pantry grabbing the ingredients for some cinnamon raisin buns walking over to his cabinets grabbing a pan putting it on the kitchen table and starting to work on making the dough making sure to put some raisins in the dough putting small dashes of cinnamon in the dough and I would need the dough into small balls putting it in the oven baking it, after it was done I would pull it out putting a tiny dash of cinnamon over the top of it picking one up to do a taste test as Corpse walks into the kitchen walking over to me hugging me from behind grabbing the bun out of my hands taking a bite of it and giving it back to me

“It needs more cinnamon” he’d say grabbing the bun again eating the rest of it burying his face into my neck

I would jump at the sudden deep tired voice and the sudden touch from him

“Fucking hell Corpse you scared the shit out of me! And you shouldn’t be having sugar when you just woke up!”

he would groan “whyyyyyyyyy”

“Because you need fucking sleep” 

“And you need to rest your fucking legs and quit that fucking job”

“Corpse I can’t, I’ll have nowhere to go”

“I told you, you can stay with me”

“Corpse go back to sleep”

“Can I do a stream-”

“Do I have to force you to go to bed corpse” I say my left eye twitching annoyed “Stream later Corpse”

“Can I have another cinnamon-

“Absolutely not”

“Fine” he’d say walking away reaching for his phone but I would grab it before he could “dude what the fuck? Can I just have my fucking phone?”

“No go to sleep”

Corpse would huff walking back into his bedroom and flop down on his bed as I would grab one of the buns taking a bite of it ‘he’s right it dose need more cinnamon’ I would add some more taking a bite ‘okay that’s good, that’s enough’ I think to myself a few minutes later I would walk into his room with the pan of buns and his phone putting his phone on his desk and sitting next to him on his bed and putting the pan on his side table and I would pull my phone out and I would start to watch some TikToks and some of his past streams after and hour our two his eyes would flutter open looking at his side table grabbing one of the buns and eating it and he would groan at how good it tastes “it’s way better”

“I know,” I say proudly “you can go stream if you want your phone is on your desk”

“Thanks”

“Mm hm”

He would sit up sitting on the edge of his bed grabbing another bun

“Save some for me geez”

“No” he would say obviously joking as he hands me one getting up from his bed waking over to his desk turning on his stuff getting everything set up and would start streaming talking to his viewers for a bit before Rae Would say something that makes me look up 

“Hey corpse?”

“Yeah?”

“How’s y/n doing? Is she okay? I mean like I kinda wouldn’t be surprised if she was permanently in a wheelchair because of her so called job”

“Actually-“ he’d turn to look at me on his bed as he reaches out his hand signaling me to walk over to him so I do and he give me his headphones 

“Corpse? Are you okay? Why aren’t you talking?” 

“Umm…. Hiiiiiiii Rae”

“Oh my god y/n!? What are you doing at corpses house!? What the hell?”

“Has corpse no- ah corpse what are you doing!? Nah~”

“Y/n are you okay!? What is corpse doing!?”

“N-nothing he just caught me off guard”

“What did he do?”

“He pulled me into his lap”

“Oh my god really!?”

“Yeah, but I’m used to it, he does it all the time it just- it just catches me off guard sometimes”

“Wait sometimes?”

“Yeah….”

“Have you even seen his face before?”

“Yeah I see it all the time why?”

“All the time? All the time! What do you mean ‘all the time’!?”

“Rae, we’ve been best friends since we were kids”

“What? Really?”

“Yeah”

“Oh that reminds me are you in a wheelchair?”

I would start laughing “Rae it’s not that bad”

“Yeah sure that’s why corpse told me it was a million this time and five million last time”

“Uhhhh-“

“Don’t argue with me y/n we both know it’s true”

“Corpse stop it don’t you dare”

“Stop what?”

“Ugh curse you and your good looks”

“Alright bet I’m a handsome motherfucker according to my best friend”

“Not what I meant jackass”

“And I’m a jackass apparently”

“Oh my god corpse stop!”

“Stop what?~” he’d say in a flirty tone

“Why are you being so sexual today- Nah~”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, corpse what the hell are you doing to y/n!?”

“R-Rae it’s fine he’s just doing some things that are a little I guess you could say flirting- corpse can you stop and get your face out of my neck dumbass”

“And I’m a dumbass? Wow”

“Whoa, he’s doing what!?”

“It’s fine, he’ll be fine, as long as I don’t move I’ll be okay”

“Whoa wait what!?” Toast would as he had just joined the game

“Rae fill him in please”

“Ummm Alright” 

After a few minutes

“Wow, really, Copse, acting like that?”

“Yeah, surprise! he’s a clingy bitch”

“So I’m a bitch too?”

“Shut up corpse and just start playing with your friends”

“You’re my friend so can I play wit-“

“Absolutely not”

After a few rounds

“I’m tired guys can I just log off and spend time alone with my best friend?”

“Don’t go fucking her corpse” Rae would say jokingly

“Which way?”

“The way to get her pregnant dumbass” she’d say thinking Corpse what joking

“Eh I’m more into face fucking anyways bye”

“Wait wha-!” 

Before Toast and Rae could finish their sentences corpse had ended stream and shut down his pc and other stuff and would start to kiss y/n’s neck

“Nah~ C-Corpse what are you doing~”

“Shhh~ my love, I love you, so, so much, I thought I made it obvious, no? Last week when we were at the bar and when that one guy grabbed you by the waist and I came up to you and pulled you to me and I said ‘back off she’s mind bitch’ do you remember that?” He’d say and then kissing my neck again wrapping his arms around me

“Y-yeah”

Corpse would turn me around so I can look at his face

“You know you’re quite cute when you get all flustered~”

“Shut up”

“Make me~”

“You wanna be like this? Fine we can be like this” I’d say as I leaned in kissing him sliding my hands under his shirt as he moans into the kiss

“God I keep forgetting you’re a pro at this shit”

“Well~ sense you got me all worked up what do you want me to do first eh?~”

“Like I said I’m into face fucking”

“Hehe how cute, you think I would just drop to my knees and start sucking?~”

“Hehe what do I gotta do to make you suck me off?~”

“You gotta find out yourself pretty boy~”

“Haha well damn how about I tell you all the places I want to fucking you in?~”

“Hehe where handsome?~”

“Everywhere”

“Where first?~”

“How about the classic, the bedroom”

“Alright if you want my dear~”

“Are you going to be a good girl for me?~”

“I’ll try~”

“Get on the bed”

“Mmh…… no”

“What do you mean ‘no’?”

“Make me baby~”

He would chuckle and would gently wrap his hand around my neck “do I have to be demanding or do I have to carry you and tie you down and make you suck me off?”

“Be demanding, if that’s what you want~”

“Well then~” he’d smirk “get on the fucking bed or I’ll fuck you until you pass out and even after your out I’ll continue” 

“Fine, but, can you carry me? Please?”

“Fine”

He would pick me up and would carry me to his bed I thought he would throw me onto his bed but surprisingly he put me down gently and he crawled on top of me and kissed my neck his hand moving down to the rim of my shirt as he slowly slipped his hand under my shirt moving his kisses to my lips and I would slide both of my hands under his shirt my hands running up and down his muscles slowly as he started to lift my shirt over my body gently I thought he would be more rough and straight forward getting to the point quickly but yet he was being very gentle so I would pull away from the kiss and he looked down at me confused 

“Why did you pull away?” He’d ask confused and worried if he did something wrong

How sweet of him he’s too pure and cute “bae you are too cute and too pure”

“Sorry I’m new to this”

“It’s okay love I can do it for you if you want, I was new to it once in my life too.”

although my virginity had been forced to be taken away and I was used to this kind of stuff, it felt like I was brand new to it, as if it was my first time again.

“Relax, your body is too tense love”

“I don’t want to hurt you”

“How could you hurt me?”

“My umm- I-“

“You can just spill it out remember I’m a porn star so-“

He would cut me off mid-sentence “My dick is an unusual size”

I’d look up him slightly surprised at his boldness but then I would chuckle at his shyness when he had looked away blushing like crazy he looked as red as a tomato “That’s okay love”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course”

“Can you- can you do it? I mean like, can you show me how to do it? God that feels so wrong to say”

“Hey it’s okay if your not ready- mmh!?”

He would press his lips against mine as he was getting a little impatient

“Okay Mr ima be impatient”

“Please”

“Are you sure you’re ready-“

“Just do it……… please”

“Okay if you’re sure”

“Is there anything you want me to do first-“

“A bow job”

“Alright, sit on the edge of the bed”

“Okay” he moved to the edge of the bed looking down at the floor as I sat next to him and gave him a hug

“If you feel uncomfortable at any point just tell me and I’ll stop okay?”

“O-okay” 

I would move to the floor getting in between his legs and I looked up at him as he looked away blushing I look back down at the zipper of his jeans and I would unzip his jeans and he would looks down at me pulling his jeans down now he’s only left in his boxers and shirt

“Are you sure your okay-“

“Shut up and just do it”

“……. Make me” I’d smirk

He would pull me into his lap and would grab the bottom of my pants pulling them off and I grab his shirt pulling it off now I’m only in my underwear and bra he would then grab my waist and would pull me onto the bed crawling on top of me again kissing me as he moves his hands to the clip of my bra unhooking my bra taking it off moving his hands down pulling my underwear down moving his hand down my stomach his hand moving in between my thighs spreading my legs looking down at me

“Y/n”

“C-corpse I-“ he would cut me off kissing me on the lips as he would start to tease my clit and I would run my hands down his chest slowly pulling his boxers down as he deepens the kiss our tongues dancing with each others as his other hand would find it’s way to my boobs grabbing one of them teasing my nipple and massaging my boob as I moaned into the kissed his hand slowly moving down

“C-corpse please stop teasing me and just do it”

“Now who’s the impatient one~”

I would grab his hand and I would move it down making him touch my entrance as he looks down at me with lust and I would look up at him he would lean down and kiss me as he would slowly start to put a finger in my entrance and I would moan my moan being muffled by the kiss and he would slowly start to move it in and out and he pulled away from the kiss looking down watching as he finger fucks me as I continue to moan after a few seconds he would start to move his finger faster adding another finger making my moans louder moving his fingers faster and faster after a few minutes he would them pull out bringing his fingers to his mouth licking them “you taste good, you should have a taste” he said putting his fingers to my mouth as I would open my mouth and he would put his fingers in my mouth I would close my mouth swirling my tongue around his fingers and then taking his fingers out “get on your knees” he’d say “yes sir” I’d say as he got off me

I would suddenly sit up as ice cold water had been thrown on me

“Finally you’re awake! Now, BACK FROM THE TOP EVERYONE!”

It was just a dream that didn’t happen? But it seemed so real, and felt real too, oh wait- maybe because when I passed out I still felt him doing all of that to me

“Nah!~ f-fuck Axel! Ah!~”

‘shit he’s going too deep’

“You like that you little whore!? What a good slut you are for me!”

After a few hours

“Ah my fucking head, fucking hell Axel you couldn’t go gentle!? Your character is supposed to be gentle, shy, and new at it not fucking a pro did you not read the script correctly!?”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever that still doesn’t change that fact that you’re a fucking slut and a whore” Axel would say blowing the smoke of his cigarette in my face smirking

“Fucking idiot”

“You wanna go again you fucking whor-“

“Y/n your shift is over you can go home now. Axel we have to discuss your character, again”

I would get up and put my clothes back on running out of the building, running over to corpse’s house knocking on the door trying to hold my tears back

“C-corpse o-open the door p-please!”

“Holy shit what happed this time”

I would run into his arms crying and he would wrap his arms around me “shhh~ it’s okay y/n come on let’s get you inside”

“T-thank you”

“Do you want anything at all?”

“C-can we just cuddle?”

“Yeah of course”

Corpse would lead y/n inside his house closing the door behind her walking into his room with her in his arms laying her gently in his bed laying down next to her after a few minutes he would speak up

“How much longer y/n?”

“Huh?”

“How much longer until you can quit that job?”

“What do you mean?”

“How much more money do your parents need to pay of their debts?”

“I only need four more months of work and then I can quit it”

It’s like seven minutes in hell but for four months 

“I passed out at ‘work’ today, I don’t want to go back, but, I have to”

“It’s okay you know I’m always here for you”

“Thank you Corpse”

“No problem”

I don’t know how long we were talking for after that but probably after a few minutes maybe five I had passed out and fell asleep when I woke up it was morning so I had to barrow some of Corpse’s clothes he didn’t mind though he never does if I ask he tells me I can keep his clothes I barrow if I want but I always say no because I don’t want to just steal his clothes he already gets me everything I want kinda like a sugar daddy but we’re only 2 years apart and he doesn’t do anything sexual to me like never so I don’t know how I didn’t realize that was just a dream because Corpse isn’t that kind of guy to just do creepy shit like that so what kind of dumb ass fucking fantasy was that shit!?

“Hey are you okay?”

I would jump a little started by a man’s voice

“Huh- oh hey Enzo, yeah I’m fine I just zoned out for a bit”

Enzo is my other best friend he’s the one who’s usually pared up with me for the porn videos the company makes me do he’s a great guy to be honest every time we’re pared up together I usually end up making 500-$1,000 he makes sure I at least get $1,000 because of the situation I’m in, he understands the pain and struggle I’m in so he helps out too but he doesn’t know about Corpse being my best friend I keep it a secret because he told me he’s a big fan and if he ever meets him he’ll tell everyone about it and ask him millions of questions and I can’t do that to Corpse because he can get stressed really easily and a lot of people think he doesn’t so I have to protect him from Enzo like he does for me

“Oh alright well, boss told me to tell you, you have five minutes until you have to go on set Axel’s personality had gotten changed and the script too so read up”

Only five minutes to get ready!? Holy hell I gotta read faster then I have ever in my life

“God what kind of sick script Is this shit!?”

‘What the hell!? A rape script!? So I’m supposed to act like a 16 year old and Axel plays as 50 year old man!? WHAT THE FUCK!?’ I’d think to myself my face full of disgust ‘who the hell would get turned on by this shit!?’ I’d mumble under my breath

After a long five hours I would grab my clothes and put them back on stumbling off set as Enzo rushed over to me as I feel down to my knees holding my stomach and Enzo would start yelling angrily at our boss I couldn’t hear what he said all I was forced on is how the hell I was going to get out of the shit hold of a building and back to corpse

“Enzo go get me my phone”

“Uh alright”

He would let go of me and a minute later he would come back with my

“Here”

He said giving me my phone

“Thanks”

I said as I unlocked my phone and when to my contacts dialing Corpse’s number

Corpse’s POV

“Rae shut the fuck up y/n is calling me”

“Rude”

“Hey what’s up?” 

“Come pick me up”

“Where are you”

“Work, I can’t drive or walk”

“Shit, yeah send me the address”

Few minutes later

“NOW! WHERE THE FUCK IS Y/N!”

“Sir you can’t go in there!-“

“WELL THATS TO DAMN BAD!”

“Corpse!” She said as she had tried to run up to me and hug me but I would run to her instead

“Yeah, yeah, I’m here, I’m here, it’s okay”

The people had started to mumble as Enzo had walked over to her

“Your friends with corpse!?”

“Yeah she is so what?”

“So what? She promised me, she said ‘if I even get to meet him I’ll ask if you can meet him too!’ that’s what!”

“You’re forgetting a detail, you’re also an obsessed fan, she told me all about you”

“Really y/n!?”

“Sorry…..”

“Unbelievable”

“Y/n don’t be a people pleaser right now please”

“Sorry”

Few hours later

“Hey Y/n look at the picture I took!”

“So hot”

“Huh?”

“I-I mean you look great!”

{part two soon my lovely’s! Btw sorry for my bad grammar and bad punctuation😞}

[beembeem]

Jjk x reader with stomach flu? I currently have one rn 💀💀

Awww I'm sorry to hear that! I hope you recover soon!

(Gojo, geto,nanami, sukuna,)

Geto and sukuna are a bit short, but that's because I had an idea of what I wanted to write for geto, but it would've been too long, so I might upload it as it's my own fic! Sukunas is short because I tried to write him as a nice guy, but Canon sukuna would not care(ToT), so I guess this sukuna is a bit ooc?

Gojo:

"Say, ahhh!" He poked the spoon full of soup at your sealed lips,"I told you I'm not feeling well enough to eat." You glared at him before laying down in bed and turning your back to him. "Well, you haven't eaten at all, and you need to take the medicine with food. So -" You heard him snickering, and you turned over to face him."Here comes the train! Choo choo. " he laughed and once again tried moving the spoon to your mouth. You tried to hold a serious face but succumbed to your need to laugh. You sat up in your bed and opened your mouth for the spoon and swallowed the warm chicken soup. Bit by bit gojo spooned the soup into your mouth until the bowl was empty. "See? It wasn't that ba -" the blue-eyed man was cut off by a loud heave."EW! EWEWEW Y/N DONT THROW UP HERE!"

Geto:

"Do you want the lights off?" Geto asked as he brushed a stray hair from your sweaty forehead and behind your ear. " Yes, please!" You responded, and your body shivered. The blankets you were bundled in did little to help with the chills that wracked your body ever so often. The lights went off with a click, "Can you turn on the night light?" You asked, and he obliged. Once the nightlight was on, he made his way to the side of your bed. " Is the heating pad hot enough?" He asked, checking the thermostat that peeked out of the comforters."Yep! It's the perfect temp. " You smiled weakly, and he bent down to kiss your forehead."Try to get some sleep. I'll make you some soup when you wake up, alright?" The lack of response told him that you were already fast asleep. Without making a sound, he made his way out of your room and shut the door behind him.

Nanami:

You sighed as a cool wet rag was placed on your forehead. "I'll be right here if you need anything." Nanami gave a small smile."I need a bucket. " You sat up, covering your mouth, holding down the vomit."Just a minute!" He shot up and ran out the room before shortly returning with a bucket " here!" He sat it down next to 5 you heaved over the bucket. Nanamis' hands moved to hold your hair out the way. When you were done emptying your stomach, He wiped the vomit from the corners of your mouth "sorry" You croaked your throat sore from your 5th time throwing up "Don't worry about it sweetheart. I hope that was everything?" He raised an eyebrow." I don't feel anything else coming up, so I think I'm good!" You smiled then coughed."Lay down, and I'll make you some tea, " he said before leaving the room."Thank you, nanami!" You yelled

Sukuna:

"Stomach flu? You humans are so weak. " he laughed at your frail figure wrapped in blankets, and you frowned, your eyes started to well up with tears. The fever and headaches combined with his insults were too much for you, and you began to sob "ew'-" he looked at you with disgusting. "I mean. Uh there there? Don't cry. " he pat your back awkwardly. And you continued to sob " uraume! Bring tissues!" He yelled out the door and then turned his attention to you." Uh. Your stomach has a flu, correct? I shall let uraume know to bring you some teas, " he states before leaving the room."I can't have my best workers dying now, can i?"

[haveateadude]

i should put it all behind me, shouldn't i?

summary *. ⋆ ⋆·˚ where ellie and dina have been letting the past linger for too long

warnings *. ⋆ ⋆·˚ ptsd—it's not mentioned but it's definitely there. a little bit of angst and the rest is fluff, though. this is sweet with sad undertones i would say

author notes *. ⋆ ⋆·˚ sorry for not being active, i really wanted to post stuff but i had school (i'm finally on break!!) and my mental health got so bad i stopped enjoying literally everything lmao. but dw i'm going back to therapy and luckily i'm alright now and i have huge urges to write so. also the coffee i had is giving me so much anxiety🙄like fucking bitch can i enjoy one cup of coffee in peace?? damn, let a girl live. also i'm shaking ass to guess rn, literally best collab fucking EVER, the mv got me giggling and blushing and shit

Ellie is trying, Dina can see. She's trying to get better—better at whatever they have, whatever this is. Still, she's trying to become a better person, blend into the lives they now have, leave the past behind.

Dina can see it in the little things, in the little actions: when Ellie gets up to cradle JJ when he's crying, waking up earlier than she should to cook breakfast, water the plants, and helping Dina clean. It's subtle, but it's there. The effort. It's somewhere.

But you know what's also somewhere? Ellie leaving her. Ellie leaving for revenge. Ellie leaving. Ellie leaving. Ellie leaving. It creeps through the cracked floors and broken mirrors like the sun coming from a window. 

Dina trusts—maybe more than she should—Ellie. A lot. And it fucking scares her. Ellie is so predictable yet unreadable in a way that makes her bones itch. She knows it's not Ellie's fault. Because it isn't. Grief leads to places some of us can't reach, it plagues your mind like poison ivy—like an illness you cannot control, it leaves you stranded, wordless, sick to your stomach, knots in your throat; or like a friend, someone you don't know when they're going to leave or know when they're going to come back, if they ever do.

So, Dina, by default, is scared when she doesn't find Ellie anywhere in the house. She tries not to worry but fails at it. Fear fills her body from head to toe.

She left again, is her first thought. She left again, there's nothing I can do. Where is she? Where is she? Where is she?

Finally, she sees her. She sees Ellie, sitting at the outside stairs, playing the guitar—or trying to, at least. The sky is still dark, and the stars shine brighter than ever. Dina takes a second to calm down and breathe. When she feels ready and her beating heart has come back to normal, she opens the door.

"Ellie?" She asks, with her hand still on the doorknob.

Ellie turns around, and then breathes out, "Dina."

She puts the guitar aside like she's embarrassed. Her cheeks are flushed under the moonlight, Dina can see.

"You okay?" Dina asks as she sits next to Ellie. 

Ellie nods, crossing her arms and looking ahead, eyes staring into nothing. Dina's heart aches at the sight.

They sit in silence for a while. The sky is beautiful. Dina used to dread it because that was the way it looked when Ellie left—the moon looked lovely, and the constellations had seemed to wake up all of a sudden and they were all over the night sky. The wind was nice, also. That night she sat outside, hoping for Ellie to come back, and cried when she realized that Ellie wasn't coming back until she was gasping for air—until she ran out of tears. She then prayed for Ellie's safety and went to wake up JJ.

"It's never going to end, isn't it?" Ellie suddenly speaks. She isn't crossing her arms anymore, more so hugging herself. Dina frowns. "The fear you have… about me leaving, I mean."

Dina sighs because she thinks that might be true. 

"Well," she starts saying, "if it makes you feel better, I have a lot of fears."

Ellie nods, holding a guilty look as she looks at Dina, "Right."

"I do get…" She stops herself, trying to put into words what she's feeling in the best way—in a way that wouldn't sound mean. "I do get why you left, I just think it wasn't fair for me. We had a baby, for fuck's sake. And you were going to leave without saying anything!"

"I know," Ellie acknowledges it easily, like she has thought about it a lot. Her voice shakes.

"God, I'm not even mad at you," Dina lets the tears fall and lets the sadness and anger and all of the emotions she hasn't been allowing herself to feel sit with her. "I'm fucking pissed. And I love you, and it's fucking me up, Ellie."

Ellie looks down, fidgeting with her index finger. She sighs, looking guilty, and for a moment Dina enjoys it. She enjoys the fact that Ellie regrets leaving because a part of her was scared that Ellie didn't feel anything about abandoning her with a kid.

Ellie opens her mouth to say something, then closes it instantly. After shaking her head she decides to speak again. Her voice is less soft than it was in the whole conversation. "I'm so fucking sorry, Dina. I just—I had to do it. I wasn't gonna be capable of living with myself if I pretended that revenge wasn't all I thought about... I didn't kill Abby, by the way."

Dina sucks in a breath as she hears Ellie, even though she isn't in much shock. Alright, well, that's new. Ellie never talked about Abby ever since she had come back. Dina just guessed she was dead.

"Why?"

"It wasn't gonna change anything, was it?" Ellie answers, shrugging. 

Dina moves closer to Ellie, quietly wrapping her arms around her, and sniffling. Ellie hugs Dina back and takes a deep breath, as if she hadn't been letting herself breathe properly this past few weeks—her shoulders slump, the weight finally off her back.

"Promise me you'll never leave like that again?"

"I think leaving made me realize how much I love you," Ellie says, staring into Dina's eyes and pulling away gently, wiping Dina's tears with the pads of her thumbs. "I promise."

Ellie's forehead rests against Dina's and Dina's mind wanders to the day she left, but this feels so much different. This doesn't feel like Ellie's gonna leave and that everything is going fucking wrong; this feels like love, like real love—the type of love that you can feel and see and touch, the type of love that feels too real to be true, the type of love that makes you wanna rip out the skin on your chest and show the word that you've got a heart underneath and that that heart is capable of loving someone.

This feels like things can be okay again.