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S. Geto ★ Adult Store | 3

★ Chapter index | Part 1 | Part 2

★ Synopsis : Sooo... his apartment. At six. Sex. No toys. Just you and him. Sound good?

★ Warnings : 18+ content, smut, semi-public m*sturbation (at work), sexting, exchanging nudes, dirty talk, creampie, cunnilingus, toys, solo male m*sturbation, squirting, multiple orgasms, wet dreams, mentions threesome with Satoru, "sl*t"

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"Just like that... I'm so close."

Suguru moaned your name to himself and rolled his head back, pumping you full of his sensitive cock. He was so close to blowing inside your soft pussy.

But just before his wet dream got to the good part, he woke up. Grumbling awake, he felt sticky precum smeared on his inner thigh. So much had dribbled out his cock while dreaming of you. He nearly came in his sleep.

Hardly giving himself time to blink the sleepiness out of his eyes, he rolled over to grab his phone. Seeing your morning message made his lips curl into a smile.

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You: morningg 🥱 Suguru: morning pretty girl Suguru: i woke up a bit too excited 🙈💦 You: aw hope you dreamed of me Suguru: i did [IMG] You: needdd 🤤 the curve ahh Suguru: bet you wish it was inside you huh 🖤 You: yes pls You: so excited for tonight. i can't think about anything but you

Suguru got butterflies.

His head got foggier, and his boner was still throbbing hot against his inner thigh. Your texts got spicier, so he lazily squeezed and jerked his cock through his pants while struggling to reply with one hand.

Suguru: i'll buy extra condoms just in case You: oh... dw i'm on birth control Suguru: oh? 🙈 what are you suggesting...? You: you can cum inside me 🤍

Suguru let out a shuddery moan and accidentally came in his pants.

****

Work was slow. The adult store was quiet for most of the day. Suguru lazed around and texted you.

Suguru: this one's also a best seller atm [IMG] You: wow i wouldn't even suspect that to be a toy 😂 what is it? Suguru: it's a suction pulsation toy. you put it on your clit. You: oh? 😵‍💫 hmm sounds fun but i'd prefer your tongue Suguru: 2 more hours left of work 🥲 You: 😔💔 Suguru: glad the store is quiet tho. i'm too horny to work. You: me too. i keep squeezing my thighs together when i see your texts. you got me all sensitive and you're not even here lol Suguru: aw you should have brought a toy with to help calm you down You: yeah 😔 rlly tempted to just take a bathroom break Suguru: you could just rub yourself under your desk 👀 You: only if you guide me through it 🤍

Suguru raised his brows and felt his cheeks warm up a little. He glanced around the store. Quiet. Not a single customer had entered for over an hour.

Suguru: stroke your middle finger up and down your pussy Suguru: very gently make it almost ticklish You: okay 🤍 Suguru: cup and squeeze it too for me pretty girl Suguru: how's it feel? You: really goodd 🤤 Suguru: yeah i bet. Suguru: rub circles on your clit nice and slow. just take your time. You: okayy You: this is rlly risky 🥺 Suguru: but you're turned on aren't you? You: yess Suguru: slut 🖤

Your clit got puffier and more sensitive as you started following Suguru's instructions over text. Every now and then you had to stop for fear of someone spotting you getting off under the desk.

Your chat with him got filled with spicier messages. Suguru kept turning you on more and more, making your clit buzz.

Work? What work? It was playtime.

Suguru: good girl. don't worry about anything just get those panties wet for me. You: are you stroking yourself too 🥺 Suguru: mhm. wanna see? You: yes please Suguru: [IMG] Suguru: all for you 🖤 You: omg You: need you inside me so bad :( Suguru: uh huh bet it sucks to clench around nothing You: meanie You: go faster with me please

He'd abandoned the checkout desk and went for a "bathroom break". Suguru stroked himself faster, imagining you touching yourself with him drove him wild. And the fact you were doing it under your desk while at work?

Suguru: i'm close 🖤 You: me too please cum with me Suguru: ok pretty girl. let's cum together.

His heart fluttered at your message, and he quickly felt his orgasm build up in his cock. Suguru threw his head back and bit his lip to hold in his moan while cumming a thick load.

Suguru: oops i made a mess brb You: lol 😂 Suguru: was it good? You: really good 🤤 thank uuu Suguru: mhm. see you later 🖤

****

He was practically shaking from desire while making out with you against his apartment door; moaning into your mouth then sucking on your tongue, eagerly squeezing your hips with his veiny hands.

He was breathless, "G—good to see you." he said.

"Y—yeah. Good to see you too." you replied.

He had you pinned against his front door. Yup, immediately after having arrived at his doorstep and walking in, the two of you just lunged for each other like two pathetically horny people.

He felt delightfully dumbed by the sexual friction between you and him. His hard-on pressed flush against your body, you could feel him already leaking precum.

You kissed, he backed away playfully. You followed. Then he kept backing away to tease you.

"Are you luring me like a fish?" you chuckled.

"Yeah..."

He backed into his bedroom door and opened it swiftly.

Leaning down to kiss you, his hands cupped under your ass and felt it up while you slid your hands under his shirt.

"Take this off, please."

"Take it off yourself." he teased.

Suguru's tummy flipped when you took his shirt off. Your eyes caught on his pecs and he noticed, so he took your hand and placed it on them.

You were a little taken aback. A shyness showed on your expression as you felt how firm his body was.

"Don't be shy; touch wherever you like. Just feel my body."

"But I'm kinda..." you giggled shyly.

"Shy? It's okay, I'll fuck the shyness out of you soon enough." he said.

Yeah, you'll be too full of my dick to be able to think, let alone be shy.

****

While he rubbed his cockhead through your slit, his stomach tensed up in excitement.

Fuck, and there I was just telling her not to be shy... and now I'm so fucking nervous. What the hell... why does it feel like I'm losing my virginity all over again?

Suguru prepped you a bit more, he slid his fingers into your hole and stimulated your G-spot with ticklish circles.

Finally sinking his needy cock inside you felt like heaven. He slid in a few inches deep, and shuddered at the feeling of your shape, the ridge and texture, the little squeezes of your walls.

"It’s not too big for you, right?" he asked caringly.

"N—no."

Nah. She's gotta be lying. I can feel her cunt struggling to take me.

Yeah, you were lying — he was so thick that the stretch was all you could focus on. Your lips formed an erotic O shape, expression turning slutty even though he wasn't even bottomed out yet.

"You sure?" he smirked down at you, two veiny hands at either side of your hips, denting the bed with his weight.

Suguru inched inside until you gasped.

"Fuck! Oh that's — mmm! — big!"

Suguru groaned softly, feeling your ring of muscle constrict around him. He slid in and out slowly to get his cock soaked.

"I don't know if I can take it..." you moan.

His cock curved up into your G-spot and you let out a shuddery moan.

"Don't worry. I'll stretch you out." he purred before giving you a hard kiss. "Just hold onto my arms."

****

“Fuck! Right there!” you screamed into the pillow.

Suguru softly grunted and focused his eyes on the sight of his cock moving in and out of your pussy. You fisted your hands into the messed up bedsheets.

When he felt his orgasm start to build up, he suddenly pulled out of you.

“Nooo, put it back in!” you cried, kicking your feet.

“Just a second, baby.” he murmured sweetly.

He smirked down at you and planted a hard slap on your ass, causing you to jolt forward and groan.

Sliding back in made him momentarily close his eyes, because your walls hugged him so perfectly.

“Mmm!” you kicked your feet around again when he started up his thrusting again.

Suguru wasn’t merciless with how he fucked you into the mattress, but he really wanted to be. He was holding back so hard just to make sure you could enjoy yourself completely.

Sometimes he’d start pounding into you and then self-consciously eased off when he heard you whimpering.

“Are you okay?” he giggled into your ear.

“Y-yes! Do that again, please.”

He flipped you onto your back and pushed your legs back, splitting them wide open for him.

****

Suguru fucked you into a quick orgasm and his own followed immediately after he felt your pussy milking his cock.

“Oh my god…” he giggled into the crook of your neck, “I’m so sorry. I thought I’d last longer than that…”

You laughed with him. Suguru hovered over your back, his bangs dangling over his eye, and he kissed from your shoulder down middle of your back. His two hands roughly grabbed and pried apart your ass cheeks, thumbing into your creampied pussy. Some of his cum dribbled out.

You hummed and wiggled your ass for him.

Fuck. I think I just fell in love.

“Do you want to take a shower?” he asked softly.

“Yes please. I feel so wet and sticky.” you laughed.

He smacked your ass again and slowly slid off the bed, scouring for your panties before his boxers. He helped you slide them back on.

****

While you went off to shower, Suguru dressed up and went into the thin kitchen.

He checked his phone.

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Satoru: stop ignoring me hoe Satoru: ARE U GUYS STILL HAVING SEX OMG IT’S BEEN 3 HOURS??? Satoru: WTF KINDA STAMINA DOES SHE HAVE Suguru: lol u sound lonely Satoru: omg finally 😿 Suguru: i think i wanna marry her 😔 Satoru: WAHT WAS IT THAT GOOD???? Satoru: UR STILL MY BEST FRIEND RIGHT?? Suguru: yes Satoru: is she down for a threesome???? 👀 Suguru: wtf satoru 😂 Satoru: JOKING 🙄🙄 ask her tho Suguru: i'm blocking you Satoru: babyyy don't b like this!! sharing is caring!! 😍 Suguru: 😑

****

When you got out the shower and clothed yourself, you smelled something good cooking. Suguru wasn’t in the bedroom anymore, so you went to the kitchen.

The tiny round table by the window was dressed up with a white cloth and a single candle in the center.

“What’s this, a dinner date or something?” you asked.

“Yeah, well, I just I thought you might be, uh, hungry…” he said shyly. “… after all that exercise, you know.”

You gave him a flirty look, then sat down to eat.

****

He was giggling hard. His cheeks were hot.

“So, what’s for dessert?” that’s what you had asked to fluster him.

“What if I eat you out right here on the table?” he suggested, and you both went silent.

Suguru tilted his head at you and waited for your response.

Your response? Spreading your legs on the table for him, of course.

Suguru nuzzled his face deep between your thighs, dark hair tickling your skin.

He placed worshipping kisses on top of your pussy, then swiftly stripped your panties off. They dangled on your ankles while he nosed in your pussy, kissing and licking it like it was his dessert.

Of course, Suguru Geto was the type of boy to get hard from going down on a girl. His cock pulsed and twitched in his loose sweatpants.

You gasped when he sucked on your clit and nudged it with his tongue.

He looked up at you through his messy hair, sharp eyes observing your reactions to his skilled-tongue fucking. Your juices gushing down his chin drove him nuts.

“Oh, shit that’s good!” you cried, grabbing a fistful of hair and eliciting a moan from him that you felt vibrating on your clit.

He gasped for a breath, pulled away momentarily but then dove right back in as if he didn't need air as desperately as he needed pussy.

As soon as you started squirming around, Suguru hooked his arms around your body to keep you firmly in place.

His back muscles flexed while he ate you out. Yes, his knees hurt a bit from kneeling on the tiled kitchen floor for an hour, but it was worth it to get you squirting all over his pretty face.

Suguru withdrew from your pussy and wiped the streak of your juices off his cheek with a swipe of his thumb.

“Thanks for dessert.” he murmured, “Tasted really good.”

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I Wanna See You Beggin’ (Part 4)

Summary: Joel Miller is your dad’s best friend, you knew it was wrong, you knew it would only cause trouble but you couldn’t help the way you ached for the man. (Part One | Part Two | Part Three)

Disclaimers: (Title is from I Hate Myself for Loving You — Joan Jett & The Blackhearts), I do not own any of these characters / people but I did write these words, I don’t give permission for this to be copied anywhere else 😌

Characters: dbf!Joel Miller x f!Reader

Word Count: 7.3k

Warnings: 18+ (minors dni, pls), unprotected p in v (pls be responsible and wrap before u tap), mild violence / swearing / general angst, age gap (reader mid twenties, Joel would be late 40s), no outbreak in this au.

A/N: woweeee, I am still blown away by the interest in my dumb writing! thank you for all the reblogs / likes / comments and thank you for your patience whilst I got my act together and wrote this fourth part! I feel like it sucks, if it does, I’m so sorry! I think I have one more part in me, with this series which would include a small time jump to finish it off. if people are interested, I will definitely write it. enjoy and I hope it makes y’all happy, finally hehehe. love u all <3

“Y/N?” Your dad called louder this time and you slapped Joel as you jolted awake, your fist hit his chest and he spluttered as he awoke from his deep sleep. 

“Fuck, shit. Fuck. Joel, get up, get the fuck up and get dressed.” You hissed and Joel sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. You immediately went into action and pulled your pyjamas on hastily, your shirt was inside out and you almost fell over as you stumbled down your stairs to answer the front door. 

“M-morning dad, you woke me up.” You mumbled, your voice panicked. “What’re you doing here, are you okay?” You lied as he entered your hallway. 

You could sense it, your dad was pissed, he rarely ever got angry but whenever he did, you knew it immediately. 

“Well uh, I went to Joel’s house to pick him up but it was weird, his truck wasn’t on his drive nor was he actually home. I shrugged it off and assumed it was just ‘cause he went to site by himself so imagine my surprise, sweet pea, when I drive past here and see his truck parked up out the front of your house.” Your dad spoke and you could feel the annoyance, his eyes were scanning the area, looking behind you to see if he could spot Joel. “You wanna tell me why it is exactly that his truck is out front?” 

“Look, I, um. We, uh, fuck.” You cursed and your cheeks flushed a deep red as you shifted awkwardly on the spot, your brain not moving nearly fast enough to come up with a convincing lie.

“Just… Where is he?” Your dad asked and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. 

“M-my bedroom…” You answered quietly. “B-but it’s not what you think!” You called after your dad as he didn’t hesitate to climb your stairs quickly. 

“Miller,” Your dad barked and your stomach flipped, you felt sweaty and sick. “What. The. Fuck have you been doin’ with my little girl?” He shouted and slammed your bedroom door open, you followed your dad and tried to grab his arm back and take him downstairs. “Get downstairs, right now.” Your dad hissed at you. 

Joel was stood in your bedroom, he had pulled his boxers and shirt on and was just trying to button up his jeans. It was clear as day; entirely evident what had been happening here; it was written over both of your faces and the fact Joel’s shirt and jeans were unbuttoned only supplied further, concrete proof to your dad. 

You dad lurched at Joel, his forearm pinned the older male against the wall as he pushed his arm across Joel’s chest and without thinking for another second, your dad planted a hard punch to Joel’s face. You heard a sickening crunch and you winced before you leapt into the room and tried to peel your dad’s frame off of Joel’s. 

“I told you to fucking go downstairs. Go.” Your dad barked and you flinched away from him, that seemed to soften your dad’s eyes ever so slightly but the rage soon built once again as Joel spoke. 

“I’m sorry, bud. It’s not what you think. I haven’t been preying on her, I care about her. A lot.” Joel spoke, trying to calm your father down. “Can we please sit down and talk about this?”

“So you haven’t been fucking her then?” Your dad spat and it made the guilt in your stomach bubble ferociously. 

“Dad.” You whispered. “I’m a woman, I can choose whom I have relationships with. You don’t get to decide that.” Your voice shook as you looked at Joel, you wanted to take him into your arms and stroke his hair, just do anything to soothe him. He dabbed at his nose with his sleeve as blood soaked it and your stomach turned again. 

“So you decide to fuck my best friend, a man older than your own father? Like a cheap whore.” He spat at you and you felt tears prick your eyes before they fell silently down your cheeks. 

Joel pushed your father off him, whilst he was turned to look at you and he grunted with the effort. 

“You don’t get to speak to her like that.” Joel shouted, squaring his large shoulder up to your dad. 

Your dad laughed, it was dark and fuelled by anger. “Yeah, well, you don’t get to tell me how to do shit. You’ve lost that privilege.” 

“I know you’re upset, dad and I’m really sorry, I didn’t want this to happen, not like this… b-but, but I really like Joel.” You spoke quietly as you steadied your panicked breathing. 

Joel looked at you with a soft smile as he mopped up the last of his blood that was staining his moustache. His eyes were soft as he looked at you and he felt such pride that you would even stick up for him to your dad. He knew your dad’s anger was justified which is why it was hard to argue his case. 

“Look, I’ll take the day off work, I’ll go home and then maybe you could both come over this evening and we could talk about this, calmly. I know you’re angry, and trust me, I would be too. I am sorry you found out this way but I’m not sorry for this happening.” Joel’s voice was edged with coldness but he remained calm as he spoke to your dad. 

“You can take everyday off, ‘bud’. You’re fired, so if I see your face around any of the sites, you’ll be a dead man. You had a kid, you should understand how fucked up this is. Maybe it’s for the best your daughter isn’t around.” You dad said heartlessly. 

“Dad!” You gasped disappointedly. 

Joel winced at your dad’s words and they cut deeper than any punch could. 

“We will speak later. I’m sorry for yelling at you, sweet pea. It’s not your fault, he took advantage, you’re just a kid.” You dad whispered and he went to give you a kiss on the cheek but you flinched away from his touch. 

“I’m a woman, I’m closer to thirty than I am to twenty, dad. I’m a fully grown woman. I’m sorry you found out this way but we’ll only be speaking if you’ll sit down with the two of us. Understand?” Your voice wobbled as you spoke and soon the tears were falling down your cheeks yet again. 

Your dad threw his hands up in defeat and walked out of your room silently, the thick atmosphere of your room was shattered when the front door closed and you jumped. 

The way your dad acted was entirely out of character, he usually never so much as raised his voice at anyone and especially not at you. He wasn’t an aggressive man, so the way he reacted truly shook you to your core.

“Joel,” you cried and went to hold his arm but he avoided your touch. “Joel please,” your voice was coming out as wrecked cries. “Please don’t shut me out, don’t let him get into your head like that. I’m sorry for what he said. He’s just angry and he didn’t think. I’m sorry.” You sobbed further and fell to your knees dramatically, you brought your arms around yourself and cried. 

“Peach,” Joel whispered, his voice shaking also. You looked up at him and his eyes were blurry with tears and it only broke you further. “Your dad is right, I’ve been taking advantage and maybe we didn’t realise because we were blinded with the pure pleasure of it all.” He spoke and he knelt down to look you in the eyes. 

You shook your head and wiped your eyes roughly to clear your vision. “N-no!” You shouted. “You don’t get to fuck me and then tell me you’re taking advantage.” You shouted and weakly punched at Joel’s arms in frustration. “You don’t get to do that.”

He winced as you took your frustrations out on him but he took it all. “I care about you, peach, a lot but… this is my life, I need that job.” He sighed as he took your flailing hands to hold them steady. 

You tried to pull away from his grip with a whine of frustration as he only held you tighter. “Go then.” You stated coldly, tears still falling down your cheeks as you wiped them away in vein. “If the job means that much to you, go. Go apologise to my dad for ‘taking advantage’ of me, go tell him it was the wrong thing to do even though we both know that it’s a lie.” You cried, openly and blatantly now, you let the tears fall as your voice shook with effort. 

Joel enveloped you in his arms, his hand stroked through your hair and he shushed you softly. “Baby girl, it’s okay.” He whispered into the top of your head and he closed his eyes. “It’s not as simple as that. I really care about you and fuck it, I guess part of me didn’t want to admit it, especially not this early on but clearly, I love you. I’ve cared about you for years, I just didn’t understand to what capacity. It’s just… I can’t let this ruin my life, or yours for that matter… If your dad says anything to anyone… I’ll be a wanted man, people will be furious with me.” He sighed. 

His words cut through you like a hot knife through butter and it only seemed to make things worse. “I’m a woman!” You cried quietly, wiping your eyes again to try and clear them. “Why doesn’t anyone understand that? I’m a fully legal and consenting woman! I pay taxes!!” You laughed through a cry which caused Joel to chuckle above you. 

“We knew we were crossing a very strong line when we slept together last Friday, we knew it would cause issues but we did it anyway. And I’m glad we did… it’s just, I think I need to go home and think about this all. You should think too, if we decide to pursue this further it might mean your old man won’t speak to you again…” Joel spoke quietly and released you from his arms. 

“I —“ Your voice cracked and you took a deep, calming breath in to try to resume some composure. “I don’t need to think about this, Joel. I’ve wanted you for months, if not years, it’s actually kind of embarrassing. Sure, a lot of that lies in lust for you but I want you completely, I want to be yours. I- I want a future with you.” You mumbled the last part of your sentence. 

Joel cringed internally at your words; it made his heart swell at your kindness, your sincerity in wanting a future with him but he couldn’t help but cringe at the fact you would give everything up for him. He didn’t feel worthy of it. He felt like a complete screw up. 

“Peach,” his voice shook as you looked into his big, sad brown eyes. “You need your dad, he needs you, you know this. I can’t, I mean, I won’t let you throw that away on me.” He said sadly and slumped his back against the wall, creating some space between you both. 

“Joel,” you said sternly. “If my father can’t get over this, then that is on him. He should care more for my happiness than the awkwardness of the situation. I understand that it’s a difficult thing for him but on our one date we have been on, you treated me so much better than any guy my age. You’re a gentleman, you’ve been nothing short of that.” You finalised. 

“That’s sweet of you, baby girl. It is but, you need to be sure of this. It’ll get a whole lot more ugly before it gets better.” Joel sighed. 

You pinched at the bridge of your nose, closed your eyes and sighed frustratedly. “God, I just don’t understand why it effects him so much?! You’ve known me for years, you wouldn’t hurt me! Surely that’s better than some stupid fuck boy my age just looking for a quick fuck and chuck.” You grumbled and Joel couldn’t help but laugh. 

You shot a warning glare in his direction and he bit back another laugh. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He laughed and threw his hands up in surrender. “It’s just… You’re adorable when you’re grumpy. It’s not the time but, you’re just so cute.” He smiled. 

“Shut up.” You grumbled and rolled your eyes. “We need to get you cleaned up, I’m gonna text my boss and tell him I’m taking the day off. I’m a mess and I couldn’t think of anything worse than client calls today.” You stood from the floor and wiped your face with your hands. “Go get in the shower, I’ll grab a towel for you and bring it in.” You held your hand out for Joel to take, he took it gently and pulled himself to his feet. 

You didn’t release his hand, instead you reached up to cup the side of his face so you could place a chaste kiss to his lip, the faint metallic tang of blood lingered on your lips and you sighed softly. 

“Joel, for what it’s worth, I’m glad he found out about us. It’s taken the pressure off of it and now, we can work on winning him over.” You said softly and looked into his soft eyes, you could see the tiredness and sadness hiding in his deep irises. 

“I am too, peach. I’m sorry for how he shouted at you though, you don’t deserve that. Not now, not ever.” He concluded and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Come join me in the shower?” He asked with a boyish smile. 

“Give me five minutes to call my boss and I’ll be right there. Go warm the water up for me.” You smiled and pushed him towards the bathroom. 

That’s exactly what you did, you phoned your boss and explained you weren’t feeling great and needed the day off, thankfully, he didn’t ask too many questions and was pretty forgiving. Once that was taken care of, you grabbed a couple fresh towels from the laundry closet and headed to your bathroom; you smiled to yourself as you heard Joel hum lowly and saw steam spilling from the room. 

There he was, in all his rough perfection, all strong lines and a light frown settled into his features. He had his head tipped back into the hot stream of water and the hot water cascaded down his body like a river. Your breath caught in your throat slightly as you watched him and it hit you all at once, like a brick, you had such strong feelings for this man and finally, you were allowing yourself to feel them all at once. Your shoulder was leant up against the doorframe when Joel finally tilted his head back up and opened his eyes to see you watching him. 

“Didn’t realise you were such a peeping Tom, darlin’.” He huffed out a chuckle as he cleared the water from his face with his hands. 

“Just admiring you, s’all.” You smiled. “You’re pretty damned handsome, Joel Miller.” 

“And you,” he held a hand out to you, ushering you forward. “Peach, are the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Your heart fluttered at his words and once again, a blush settled high in your cheeks. He had such a physical effect on you with his tender words. You took a step towards the bathtub and smiled at him. 

“Are you trying to have sex with me again, Miller?” You asked with a soft smirk. 

“Maybe. Maybe not.” He shrugged. “But get in here with me anyway.” Joel grinned before holding his nose when the pain rippled through his face. 

You undressed from your pyjamas and stepped into the bathtub with Joel, he made room for you and allowed you to have the direct stream of water to flow over you. You sighed happily as the hot water washed away all the tension in your body. 

You held onto Joel’s arm tightly as you went onto your tiptoes to inspect his face further, your delicate fingers held his chin as you rotated his head to get a full view of his features. 

“Do you think it’s broken? Do I need to take you to the ER?” You asked worriedly. 

Joel shook his head. “Nah, not broken or anything darlin’, just really fucking sore. I’ve broken my nose before and it was a lot worse. It’ll be fine.” He dismissed with a weak smile. 

“I’m sorry,” you sighed and stroked Joel’s arm. 

He shook his head at you, “Please stop apologisin’, wasn’t your fault.”

You reached behind you and grabbed the shampoo off of the shelf in your shower. “Let me wash your hair.” You smiled at him and began to lather the fruit-scented liquid into his salt and pepper hair. 

Joel hummed in appreciation and dipped his head down so you had better access; your finger nails gently scratched at his scalp and he let out a soft groan. You smiled as you washed Joel’s hair, it felt so domesticated and natural. 

“Got a few new grey hairs here.” You teased as you took the shower head and directed the stream of water to his head. 

“Do not!” He grumbled which caused you to laugh again. 

You finished washing his hair and Joel switched your positions so he could return the favour, his rough fingers massaged your scalp before he let his fingers drop lower to massage your tense neck and shoulders. Your back was turned to the older male as his fingers worked the tight knots in your muscles loose. You hummed as your body relaxed further and Joel dipped his head down to pepper soft kisses to your neck. 

“You’re so beautiful.” Joel whispered as he kissed your neck and shoulder; you could feel his body pressed to yours, his cock hardening with each kiss he pressed to your soft skin. 

“Shut up.” You giggled affectionately; Joel nipped at your skin in response which caused you to yelp quietly. 

“Manners.” He reminded you as his hands worked their way down your body. 

His hands landed on your breasts, he gave the flesh of them a testing squeeze and let his fingers tweak your nipples softly. 

“God, I want you just as bad as the first time.” He hummed into your neck, his fingers twisting the delicate buds of your hardening nipples. 

You made a soft noise of appreciation, your ass pressed against Joel harder and you wiggled your hips for him. Joel’s hands slid down your torso before sliding behind you to cup your ass, he spread your cheeks and gripped at the flesh tightly, you leant forward slightly to give the male more access. 

He made a guttural noise behind you and let his cock slide between your folds which cause you to let out a breathy moan. 

“How about I take your mind off this mornin’, fuck the stress right out of your little cunt.” Joel whispered, his gruff voice almost being drowned out by the water running. 

You nodded meekly, your stomach knotting with the anticipation of being filled by the older male once again; it felt like no matter how many times you had him, you were always left wanting more. He was intoxicating, worse than any drug out there and it left you hungrier than the last time. 

Joel let out a low, breathy chuckle and passed his cock through your slick folds again. “Please.” You whispered and pressed yourself back, catching the tip of his cock. 

“Okay, pretty girl. No teasin’, not today.” He laughed, taking his length and pressing it to your needy hole. He pushed his hips forward roughly and bottomed out, you gasped out loudly and your hands fell flat onto the tiled walls of your bathroom. Joel held your ass and gave the delicate skin a soft slap, the sound of your wet skin echoed in the room. 

Joel groaned out as he pulled his hips back and snapped them forward once again. “You feel like heaven, wanna stay inside of you forever.” He mumbled, building up a quick pace. 

You moaned into your arm as Joel’s cock worked its way in and out of you, your fingers flexed weakly as they searched for something to grip onto for support. 

“How ‘bout you touch yourself whilst I fuck you?” Joel asked, his voice oozing with just enough condescension to drive you crazy. 

You nodded and let one of your shaky arms drop down your stomach and you let your fingers find your throbbing clit. As soon as your nimble fingers made contact with your sensitive clit, you moaned and clenched around Joel which only seemed to egg him on further. You circled your clit in time with Joel’s thrusts and it didn’t take long for your stomach to bubble with your impending orgasm. 

“G-gonna cum.” You stated, your chest heaving with your heavy breaths. “Please, please let me cum.” You whimpered, knowing Joel loved it when you asked him for permission. 

“Mmm, atta girl. Such a good girl for asking. Cum on my cock before I drain my balls into your tight little hole.” He groaned.

It’s all the permission you needed; Joel’s filthy words lingered in your mind as the obscene sounds of your wet pussy and your bodies slapping together filled the room. Your walls fluttered around the older male, your toes curled and you tried your hardest to keep your balance as the water poured around you. You screwed your eyes shut as you came around the male, his name falling from your wet parted lips. Stars fluttered behind your closed eyelids as you rode out your high, Joel still fucked into you with vigour. 

“Fill me up, please.” You whined to Joel as you clenched around him, the aftershocks of your orgasm still thrumming through your body. 

Joel was there, chasing his high like a crazed man. He held your hips tightly and kept his thrusts deep and quick as he worked himself to his finish. It only took a matter of seconds before he roughly grabbed one of your breasts and finished deep inside of you. You gasped as you felt the hot liquid spurt in you, spilling around Joel’s thick cock as he fucked himself through it. He groaned deeply in your ear and kept your body close to his; he had pulled you up so you were standing upright and his face was buried deeply into your neck. His lips brushed over your ear and his hot breath fanned across your skin, you shuddered as Joel finally pulled himself from within you. You already felt his semen leaking from your spent hole and you whined at the sensation. 

“I’m a ruined woman, you’ve ruined me, Joel Miller.” You laughed dryly, to which Joel kissed the top of your head with a breathy chuckle. 

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Once you were cleaned up, you and Joel found yourselves cuddled on your sofa; he had claimed his hoodie back and had slipped his boxers back on, it was a look you quite appreciated as it meant you could stare at his muscular legs. 

You had a blanket wrapped around you, your legs draped over Joel’s lap as you faced the male. “I feel like we should properly speak about this morning… Now that everything has calmed down a little and I’m not crying anymore.” You mumbled, breaking the comfortable quietness in the room. Your tv was on in the background but the volume was low, you were entirely sure what Joel had put on but his attention shifted as soon as you spoke. 

“Yeah, we probably should. I think maybe you should reach out to your old man.” Joel said quietly. 

You opened your mouth to protest and he raised an eyebrow at you, causing the words to quickly die in your mouth. 

“I know. I know you were about to say that he’s the one in the wrong and he needs apologise and yeah, he does, darlin’. He was a nasty piece of work this morning, with the way he spoke to you but you did have sex with me, like we said this morning… we knew we were crossing a line and we let it happen again afterwards.” Joel continued, you listened and nodded slightly. 

“I just… I don’t know what to say to him, I know it was a shock this morning but like, he was a dick!” You protested, dropping your head back onto the arm of your sofa in frustration. 

“I think we need to be a little more understanding, sweet girl. Could you imagine if you walked in on your dad and one of your close friends?” Joel asked. 

“Gross!” You exclaimed with a fake gag. “I guess you’re right though… do you think I should try calling him? I think he would be on his lunch break now?”

“I think it’s a good idea, I could leave and give you some space, if you like?” Joel asked and looked you, your head was still dropped back and he squeezed your leg gently. 

“No!” You called out and lifted your head, your eyes filled with panic. “Please stay, I want you here incase he shouts or something again… I’ll probably cry.” You stated bluntly. 

“As long as you’re sure, peach.” He said softly and stroked the bare skin of your legs. 

You reached over to your coffee table and slid your phone off the edge, you contemplated it for a while before you unlocked your device and pressed your dad’s name to call him. You put it on speakerphone and placed your phone on your chest, your fingers toyed with the blanket as the dial-tones filled the room. 

“Dad,” you started as soon as he picked up. “Hi.” You said weakly. 

“Y/N.” You dad stated. “Is he there with you still?” 

“No,” you lied pathetically before shaking your head at Joel. “I mean, yes. He is, sorry I don’t know why I lied, I panicked.”

“I’ll call you later once he is gone then. I don’t want anything do with that man ever again and you shouldn’t either. Disgusting.” You dad hissed into the receiver, his voice was dropped low and you were thankful he wasn’t throwing Joel’s name around carelessly. You could hear the tiredness in his voice as well, like he was forcing the anger out.

“Daddy, please.” You begged, you rarely ever called your dad that anymore but you were desperate, you felt like a child seeking acceptance and validation again. “Please talk to us. Talk to me. I’m sorry for what happened this morning.” You spoke, your voice cracked part way through your sentence and you cleared your throat.

“Please don’t get upset, princess.” Your dad said softly, and for the first time today, you could hear the love in his voice. “I’m sorry for how I shouted at you this morning, my anger was directed in the wrong place and I’m sorry for what I called you. I’m ashamed of how I acted towards you this morning.”

“And towards Joel.” You said quietly. “Dad, you said it was for the best his daughter isn’t around anymore. Regardless of how upset you were, that was a disgusting cheap shot and I still can’t believe you said it.” You sighed sadly, replaying the scene in your head over and over. 

“I — uh, you’re right. I shouldn’t have said that to him, I’ve been thinking ‘bout it all morning. Is he okay? Are you okay? I’m really sorry you saw me punch him like that as well, I just… I feel like I should have protected you more, I feel like this happened because I let Joel into our lives.” Your dad mumbled. He kept his voice hushed as he whispered the older male’s name. 

“Dad…” you sighed again. “Joel’s not a bad man, he’s one of the best guy’s I know. I was the one who instigated this whole thing. So if you’re gonna blame anyone, please, please blame me. Joel’s not done anything wrong. I’m an adult.”

“I know you and maybe that’s why I reacted the way I did, it’s just. You’re all I have left and it’s not an excuse but I feel like you don’t need me anymore.” Your dad admitted and you heard the wobble in his voice. 

“Please come over to Joel’s tonight, we can all sit down and talk about this properly?” You pleaded. 

“Fine. I’ll be round about 7pm, okay?” Your dad concluded. 

“I love you so much, dad. Thank you.” You whispered. 

“Love you too, sweet pea.” He said softly before the line cut off. 

You let out a deep huff and your head dropped against the arm of sofa again, tears pricked your eyes and you rubbed them roughly to stop the tears from falling. 

“Proud of you.” Joel stated, his fingers rubbing your skin soothingly. “You did so well, you were mature and kind. Perfect manners.” He praised, teasing you about your manners. 

You let out a small laugh, sitting up so you could look at Joel again. His eyes were tired and soft, his fingers continued to soothe you and you sighed contentedly. 

“God, I’m dreading tonight already.” You winced and Joel nodded in agreement. “Gonna have to keep your dirty hands off me, Miller.” You teased, jabbing your toes into his side to tickle him; he grabbed your feet and tickled the bottom of them causing you to let out a squeal. 

“Gonna have to keep your hands off me, more like. Dirty girl.” He teased, still tickling you. 

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Joel and you spent the majority of your afternoon on your sofa, watching TV and cuddling up to have a couple of naps. You had got dressed into jeans and a comfy knitted jumper, Joel had pulled his clothes on from the previous night. 

“Stay with me tonight, once your dad is gone? Bring some clothes and stay with me?” Joel asked quietly, feeling nervous to ask you, for some reason. 

“Thought you’d never ask.” You teased with a grin before you grabbed your overnight bag and stuffed your essentials inside of it.

Joel drove you both over to his house, it was around 6pm and you felt your stomach flip with anxiety with every minute that passed. You drew the curtains in the living room, lit the fireplace and even lit a couple of candles that were scattered in the living room. They made you smile as the warm glow flicked in front of you; you had bought these for Joel for Christmas last year, you insisted he needed a feminine touch to his house, especially if he was ‘ever going to get a girlfriend’. You had always felt to bitterly anytime your father brought up that Joel should ‘get back out there and find someone’; looking back on it now, it made you laugh. If only you could have seen what was coming right round the corner for you both. 

“I think we should order Chinese.” Joel stated from the doorway of the living room, causing you to jump slightly. 

“Oh uh, yeah. Sounds good. Dad’s favourite, good tactic, Miller.” You smiled as you wandered over to where Joel was stood. 

“What were you doing in here?” Joel asked suspiciously. 

“Nothin’, just admiring those nice candles.” You teased and wrapped your arms around Joel’s waist so you were hugging his frame. 

“Oh yeah?” Joel asked, smirking. “Some girl got me them saying I needed a feminine touch in my house, or somethin’ like that.” He teased, wrapping his arms around your neck so he could hold you close. 

You hit his side affectionately and rolled your eyes at him, you leant back so you could see his features and he ducked his head down to catch your lips in a kiss. His hand immediately found your cheek, he cupped it tenderly as his lips moved against yours. You smiled into the kiss and swiped your tongue across Joel’s bottom lip silently asking for permission to deepen it. Joel obliged happily, allowing you access to explore his mouth further and he hummed in appreciation as your tongue met his own. You could taste mint on his hot breath as you kissed and you couldn’t stop the quiet moan that escaped your mouth as you kissed. It was a tender moment, his hand held you so softly as you kissed him deeply. 

Finally, you pulled away from the kiss to catch your breath momentarily and his kissed your lips softly once more. 

“You can’t be doing that to me, not when your dad could arrive any moment. We are trying to win him over, I don’t think he’ll be best pleased if he arrived and saw you with your tongue down my throat and my cock hard in my jeans, will he?” He asked with a raised eyebrow. 

You giggled and shrugged at Joel. “Not my problem if you get hard from me kissing you. Sounds like a you problem, Mr Miller.” You teased and kissed his cheek before leaving the room. 

Joel slapped your ass teasingly as you walked away and you yelped at him, pushing his hand away. You climbed onto one of the stools at his kitchen island and picked up your phone to look at the time. It was 6:40pm and you knew your dad would be arriving imminently. You absently chewed on the side of your thumb and scrolled through your phone to try and distract yourself momentarily. 

“It’ll be fine, peach.” Joel said soothingly, he kissed the top of your head. “I’m gonna have a quick smoke before he arrives.”

“It’ll be fine, Joel.” You mimicked, knowing the man only really smoked when he was drunk, stressed or nervous. 

“Shut up.” He laughed affectionately and grabbed his packet of smokes from near his kitchen door; he let himself out and lit one of his cigarettes. 

You looked at him and you couldn’t help but think back to the morning after it first happened, when you walked down and saw him in nearly the same position then. It was less than a week ago but it felt like a lifetime ago now, it felt as if so much had happened since then. 

You went back to your phone, you opened the camera roll and looked through the images you had taken with Joel last night; you giggled as you scrolled through the stupid faces you pulled. You thumb lingered over the screen as you stared at the image in front of you; it was the one where Joel was kissing your head, your eyes were closed peacefully and you saw the perfect side profile of the older man. It was an image of a seemingly normal couple, you almost didn’t recognise it. Your thumb hovered momentarily over the options before you pressed your screen a couple of times more to set the image as your wallpaper. You locked your phone and touched the screen to see the image illuminated there for you and you grinned at it. 

You were pulled from your phone as the back door, where Joel was, slid open and he stepped inside. He was about to ask if your dad had arrived yet but his words were cut short by the doorbell ringing through the house. You jumped down from the stool, smoothed your jumper and gave a shaky sigh to try and calm yourself. Joel held his hand out for you to take; which you did gratefully and he caught your lips for a quick kiss, just one last stolen moment of bliss before your dad broke it. 

Joel wrapped his arm around your waist protectively as you walked to the front door, he gave you a small squeeze as you opened it and saw your dad stood awkwardly, a pack of beer under one arm and a large bunch of flowers in his other hand. You knew he felt awful for this morning, part of you was glad he recognised his awful behaviour and the other part of you felt guilty for his guilt. 

“For you, sweet pea.” He said softly, pushing the bouquet into your direction you. You smelled the flowers and smiled at your dad, the bouquet contained different wildflowers and he had even made sure there were sweet peas throughout, as it was how he always addressed you. “And uh; Joel, these are for you. They’re the ones we always share.” Your dad said quietly, holding the beers out for him to take. 

Joel took them, ushered your dad inside and smiled at him. “Thank you, bud. Truly.”

“Come on through to the kitchen, dad. I’ll put these in a vase and I’ll get you both a drink.” You said sweetly, kissing your dad’s cheek before going through to the kitchen. 

You looked through Joel’s cupboards frustratedly, looking for anything resembling a vase. 

“You’re not gonna find one, peach. Do I look like the sorta guy that has flowers hanging around?” Joel laughed and you rolled your eyes. 

“Of course you don’t have a fuckin’ vase. A vase, something so simple.” You muttered, settling for a large glass and filling it with water so you could at least keep the flowers hydrated. “Gonna start buying you flowers so you have to get a vase.” You teased, sticking your tongue out at Joel. 

Your dad cleared his throat, feeling awkward as he stood by the kitchen island and you shot him an apologetic look. 

“Beers?” You asked enthusiastically as you tried to clear the air. 

“Beers.” The two men concluded at the same time which caused you to laugh. 

You fetched everyone a drink before you put the remaining beers back into the fridge for your dad and Joel to enjoy. 

“Cheers,” you announced. “To family and friendship.” You offered up, tilting your bottle towards your dad. 

“To love.” Your dad concluded and clinked his bottle to yours before gently tapping Joel’s too. 

“Joel, shall I order some food? Do you maybe wanna go through the living room with dad?” You encouraged to which Joel nodded. “Gonna order Chinese, old man, so I hope you brought your appetite.”

“Sounds perfect, thank you, sweet pea.” Your dad smiled weakly as he followed Joel out of the room. 

Joel sat himself down on his couch and motioned for your dad to take a seat, he did so in the arm chair across from the male. 

“I’m sorry.” They both spoke at the same time, your dad waved a hand in front of his face dismissively and shook his head. “No, Joel, I’m sorry. Y/N is an adult, I just didn’t want to admit that she may not need me anymore. What I said was out of order —“

Joel went to interrupt and your dad gave him a look that told him otherwise. “I was out of order, I shouldn’t have brought up Sarah. It wasn’t fair and it definitely wasn’t nice. I just — I hated the thought of you, of you touching my little girl. I just. It made me feel ill.” Your dad continued, pausing to take a swig of his drink with a grimace. “But it’s not just you… it’s the thought of anyone with my little girl that makes me feel ill, I just need to remember she’s an adult and well, at least she’s with someone I know and trust. Because I do, Joel, I still trust you; only now, I trust that you won’t hurt my girl.” He spoke, his voice was soft but stern. 

Joel nodded, his fingers toyed with the label of his beer bottle and he stared at it intently. “Bud, I wouldn’t hurt her. Not even for a second. And I’m sorry, I am for the way this has gone. I know I’m a lot older than her, and I know I’m your friend and I crossed a line there… I care so much about her, I’m truly lucky she wants to give an old guy like me a chance. I’m sorry.” He all but whispered, his voice shaking with nerves. 

“I know you are.” Your dad offered up, giving his knee a friendly pat. “I don’t love the idea of your relationship, and I would appreciate if you didn’t flaunt it in front of me, at least not whilst I adjust to it but I know you’re sorry, and I forgive you. I uh — I didn’t mean what I said about work this morning, you’re not fired. I couldn’t run this shit without you.” Your dad laughed dryly. “Take the rest of the week off, come back next Monday, once we have both had a bit of time to digest everything.”

“Thank you.” Joel breathed, relief flooding his body as he finally felt his muscles relax into the sofa. “Thank you so much, and for what it’s worth, peach is real’ sorry for how this all happened. I know she’s said it herself but she feels awful, much like I do.”

“I know. It’s messy but we will all get over it in time. Come here.” Your dad said, placing his beer bottle down and standing to bring Joel in for a hug; his hands patted Joel’s back as he held him there. “Sarah was the luckiest girl to have a dad like you, I know it. And my sweet pear will be lucky to have you as her partner, also.” Your dad forced the last part of his sentence out, the words didn’t flow with ease but he did mean them, somewhat. 

The rest of the evening was pleasant, you all sat around eating Chinese and listening to music; much like how your Friday evenings went. The tension had all but dissipated once you all sat down to eat and talk things through. 

It was late, you had placed your head into Joel’s lap and drifted off to sleep; your belly full of Chinese food and a low buzz of alcohol thrummed through your body. You were content and safe. 

Joel stroked through your hair with his fingers, his eyes so soft as he looked at you with adoration, your lashes splayed across your soft cheeks and he held your hand with his free one. 

“I’ll leave you guys to it.” Your dad announced, a little awkward. Joel was about to get up, to wake you up to say bye but your dad shook his head. “Let her sleep, I’ll send her a message tomorrow morning. Thank you for tonight, truly. I’m sorry for this morning. You’re a good guy, Joel Miller.” Your dad whispered, he patted Joel’s shoulder and Joel closed his eyes at your dad’s kind words of acceptance. He didn’t feel like a good guy, especially not after this morning but he was so thankful for your dad’s apology. 

Your dad left the house quietly and Joel looked down at the perfect sight of your snoozing in his lap. He gently pried you off to stand before he leant down to lift your sleeping body off of the sofa. He was gentle with you, being mindful to hold your body close as he walked you through the doorway to go upstairs.

“Hmm?” You hummed at the disturbance, your eyes barely fluttering open. 

“Taking you up to bed, sweet girl. Your dad just left, he’ll message you in the mornin’ he said.” Joel whispered, trying to keep you from waking up fully. 

“Oh.” You yawned before nuzzling your face into Joel’s neck, searching for warmth. “Hmm. I love you.” You mumbled incoherently, not really registering what had been said. 

Joel paused for a second, taking in your words, he bit back a smile and kissed your head. “My sweet girl, love you more.” He chuckled lowly, you made a small noise in your sleep and with that Joel laid you down on his bed. 

He took your jeans off of you and your jumper before redressing you in the pyjamas you had brought over. He stripped himself down to his boxers and climbed into the space next to you; he brought your sleeping frame closer and held you tightly as he let his own slumber pull him in. 

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Consequences || Noah Sebastian x Reader [Part 2]

IF YOU DIDN'T READ PART ONE, READ IT HERE.

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Reader

Summary: Even though Y/N felt slightly guilty about the eventful night with Noah, she can't help but follow him to his room that night.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, MINORS DNI, mentions of previous sexual events, swearing, alcohol consumption, oral sex (male receiving), (pls let me know if i forgot something <3), metric system (if that counts as a warning lmao, i'm european i don’t know anything about feet and inches)

A/N: Soooo, here is part 2... I dont even know what to say except that i was absolutely flabberghasted with your reactions to part 1. Thank you all so much! For those who want to know, I listened to Miracle on repeat while writing this ;) I'm always open for suggestions! Pls let me know if you liked this chapter. Enjoy!

When you woke up the next morning your head almost immediately started spinning. For the first few seconds you thought that maybe everything that had happened last night was just a dream but when you didn't feel any different after staring at the ceiling of your room for quite some time, you let out a frightened sigh.

Noah and you really hooked up last night. Noah really ate you out while watching your favorite movie. Noah and you really got intimate while your brother was celebrating his thirtieth birthday not even twenty meters away from you.

"Fuck..." you mumbled to yourself before you grabbed your phone to look what time it was. 10:23 AM. You didn't even sleep that long.

Slowly you got out of your bed and looked at yourself through the mirror that was hanging next to the dresser on the wall. The longer you looked the more guilt crept into your veins. You couldn't believe what happened. Even though you enjoyed every second of it, you couldn't wrap your head around how to go on from now on.

Would Noah and you continue as before? Were you now officially more than friends? Could you even go back from this? You had absolutely no idea...

After debating what to do, you decided to just go with the flow and went downstairs to be met with the mess the birthday party left behind. There were a lot of empty cups laying around and you felt the stickiness beneath your feet on the floor, causing you to shiver in disgust before tip toeing to a bar stool in the kitchen area to avoid as much floor contact as possible.

You weren't the first one to be awake since Jolly was sitting at said kitchen counter, eating a piece of Nick's birthday cake and mindlessly scrolling through Instagram.

"Good morning" you greeted him before grabbing a piece of cake for yourself.

"Are you okay?" You immediately tensed up and looked at Jolly who gave you a concerned glance. Is he talking about last night? Is he talking about why Noah and you just disappeared into thin air?

"I-… Uh… I threw up yesterday and Noah noticed I was gone and than he tried to make me feel a bit better." Tried to make me feel a bit better? Are you kidding me, Y/N, why don’t you just directly tell him Noah went down on you?

"Actually… just wanted to know why you looked so disgusted walking towards me." he began "But I’m glad you feel better now."

Internally you were this close to slamming your head repeatedly on the kitchen counter but on the outside you just forced a small smile onto your face "The floor is sticky. That’s why I looked so distraught." - "Thank god, I thought you decided you hated my face now."

"Jolly, you have long blown out hair and tattoos, if anything I would say I saw my fucking guardian angel." you joke and hug your friend from the said, who couldn’t help but gift you with the biggest smile you seen from him all week.

Right after you let go of Jolly, you heard steps behind you and were shortly met with Nick and Noah joining you in the kitchen.

"Good thing you took care of Y/N last night." Jolly spoke and making Noah and you stop in your tracks, while Nick just looked confused.

"Uh… Yeah… Thanks for taking care of me… Because you know… I threw up." You stumble not even daring to look your brother and his best friend in the eyes. "Oh right, yeah. She was totally wasted. She wasn’t even able to form clear sentences while we watched Spirited Away."

You immediately covered your cheeks since you noticed they were getting pretty warm while he grinned at you mischievously. He wasn’t wrong about you not being able to form clear sentences but for other reasons than Nick and Jolly thought.

"You really threw up? Holy! I always thought you could tolerate more alcohol than me, (Y/N/N)." - "Maybe, but yesterday was way different… Believe me."

You gave your brother an apologetic smile before quickly glancing at Noah who smirked a little while taking a sip from his water bottle. If he wouldn't have been so fucking pretty while doing that you would have slapped him in the face.

After Folio and Bryan had also found their way downstairs you began to clean the house.

About two hours later you all found yourselves laying on the couch while One Piece was playing in the background but no one seemed to pay closer attention to it since everyone still dealt with the hangover from yesterday running through their systems.

You were scrolling through Instagram when you let your mind wonder. You looked to your right and your gaze instantly landed on Noah. The last two hours everything seemed normal. You chatted as normal, he even helped you again to put the 'Happy Birthday' sign down. It seemed like nothing had ever happened between you and you didn't know if you liked that or not.

For you, even thinking about yesterday made you blush and you started to feel that weird feeling in your stomach but it seemed like Noah wasn't even bothered in the slightest by his previous actions.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when Folio threw a pillow into your face. "What?" you asked aggressively, throwing the pillow back to him, while the others chuckled. "What were you thinking about, Y/N?" Jolly asked teasingly but you just rolled your eyes. "What do you want, Folio?" - "I was asking if you wanted Pizza or Chinese Take Out for dinner?" Noah would be nice. You cleared your throat. "Fried Rice sounds really nice actually."

After the food was ordered, Nick threw a blanket over your lap, being the caring big brother he was. Before you could even process what was happening, Noah was also slipping under the blanket your brother just gave you.

"Would you all be down to do a small second celebration for Nick since we all got split up so bad yesterday?" Jolly asked and not even an hour later you were all sitting in a circle around the couch table and were playing stupid party games while eating your food.

"Oh! I know something. Never have I ever sent a dirty text to the wrong number." Folio stated and your brother and Bryan drank a sip from their beers. "Two each other?" Noah joked and everyone laughed at that. "That would have been intentional." Bryan smirked and winked at your brother who blew him a kiss before they laughed again.

"Never have I ever had dirty thoughts about a friend." Noah, Bryan, Jolly and you drank a sip. You could nearly feel Noah's gaze burn into you but you decided to not return it to avoid any suspicion.

"Never have I ever dumped someone over text." Noah and Nick drank a sip. "They learned that from each other" you joked and made the others chuckle a little.

"Never have I ever kissed or hooked up with a friends sibling or a siblings friend." Nick said and looked into the round. You also let your gaze wander over the others, but no one raised their drink to their lips except Noah and you.

Bryan howled teasingly while Jolly pointed at you two while smirking. You realised how your cheeks grew a lot hotter but before Noah or you could say anything, Folio came to your rescue without even knowing it. "Come on, guys. Everyone and their mothers know that Noah and Y/N were making out at that one party when they were seventeen. You know... They were drunk as hell, I think Davis was even filming it and even Nick knows that." Your brother began to nod. "I mean, it wasn’t the nicest thing to be woken up with Davis showing his phone under my nose but…" He chuckled awkwardly.

Meanwhile you took a deep breath and looked at Noah who smirked knowingly. Yes, you made out at that party but no one til this day knew that this was the day you lost your virginity to your brother’s best friend. Also no one knew that this little thing didn’t seem to be a one time thing.

Jolly seeing how nervous you got just went on with asking questions. Your mind still wandered through events happening almost ten years ago when you noticed a hand coming to rest on your thigh and than slighty squeezing it. You immediately tensed up and looked almost unnoticeable to your right. Noah wasn't even looking at you, seemingly paying close attention to the conversation your friends were having.

Slowly but surely his hand made its way up your thigh while drawing small circles on it. Were you hallucinating?

You took a big sip out of your beer when his hand landed on your clothed core and he suddenly started massaging you threw your panties. You immediately placed your beer bottle on the table before pulling the blanket closer to you and looking at Noah. His gaze was still on his friends and nothing on his face made it even slightly clear that he was almost fingering you under the blanket.

What was this supposed to become? Something made you mad about this. You knew this was wrong. You knew you needed to talk this out before anyone would get hurt. And than suddenly an idea popped into your head. If he wanted to play games, you sure as hell could take part in it.

Your hand started wandering as well and landed on his left thigh. Even though he tried his best not to look nervous, him suddenly biting his lip gave it right away.

The other boys were still full on discussing something about a video game when your hand landed right between his legs. He took a deep breath which made you grin while you slightly stroked him through his sweatpants.

His movements on you came to a hold, him being too surprised by your action and trying to contain himself, when your hand slipped through the waistband of his pants.

You gave him only a few strokes before he cleared this throat and started to shift, making you remove your hand from him. Guilt crept up your neck when Noah excused himself from the group, saying he was tired.

You looked at him while he stood up and adjusted his clothes. You shot him an apologetic glance when he started walking towards the stairs but you weren’t met with the emotion you thought you would.

Noah signaled you to come after him.

Does that mean-…? Does he want to-…?

Approximately five minutes after Noah you also wished the boys a good night before making your way upstairs and firstly going into the bathroom. You looked at yourself through the mirror and started to think about what was going to happen when you would enter Noah's bedroom.

You weren’t able to form a single straight thought in your head so you just splashed a few drops of water on your face in an attempt to cool you down at least a little before quietly making your way to Noah's room.

You again paused while looking at the door, feeling your heart race so fast you weren’t quite sure if you just had a heart attack. Your mouth went dry when you quietly knocked on the door.

Everything seemed to go a bit slower when you heard him shuffle and than open the door for you, staring directly into your eyes. You didn't even know what to say when you made your way into his room and you definitely didn't know how to go back from this when he closed the door and you slightly pushed him against it.

"What are we doing?" Noah asked quietly while bringing his hands up to your face while your arms wrapped around his torso. "I don't know, Noah. You tell me" You whisper, goose bumps forming on your arms when you noticed you could feel his breath on your face.

"Fuck... I just can't stop." he whispered before kissing you hard. A slight moan escaped your mouth.

Without thinking twice you worked your way to get him out of his pants, before he helped you out of your shirt. You grabbed the collar of his shirt and walked to his bed, while you kissed, your tongues fighting for dominance.

You signaled him to lay down to which he obeyed before he pulled you with him, but you swore to yourself that this time was payback. You helped him out of his shirt, before instantly attacking his neck with kisses. His hands found their way to your hair while he quietly whimpered under you.

"You don't even know what you do to me, Y/N." Noah almost cried out while you kissed your way down to his waistband.

"Than tell me." you demanded while slowly pulling his underwear down to expose his cock. You heard him quietly swear while grabbing the sheets under him. For a moment you were surprised you had this effect on him, before you continued your mission.

"Tell me, Noah." you whisper while taking him in your hand. "Tell me what I do to you." You pressed a kiss to his tip, causing him to buckle his hips up.

"Every time I see you, I want you all to myself." he let out under his breath before you took him into your mouth. "I just can't stop thinking about you."

If you didn't know any better, you would say butterflies filled your stomach because of his statement. You took him as deep as you can while his hips started to move in your favor. One of his hands tangled in your hair and the mix of him quietly cursing out your name and holding you in place while you pleassured him sparked a fire in your core.

"Fuck, Y/N." he curses, careful not to be to loud, "I'm so fucking close..." A moan escaped his mouth and he cupped your cheek with his other hand while you were going up and down his shaft in a steady tempo. "Can I-... Can I cum in your mouth?"

Almost moaning at his request, you nodded and hummed around him. When Noah released into your mouth with a groan it sent shivers down your spine. He slightly twitched as you worked him through his high, hands letting go of your face before pulling you up to his face while you swallow.

"I-..." He started but than there was a knock on the door that let you both freeze in your place.

With widened eyes you stared at each other before you heard the voice of non other than your brother at the other side of the door. "Noah, are you still awake? Can I come in?"

Before you could even think you rolled yourself off of and under this bed, while he dressed himself as fast as he could. "One second." He almost cried out before stumbling to the door and throwing your shirt under the bed in the process, that you quickly pull to yourself before holding your breath.

You felt like you were a fucking teenager hiding from the parents of your person of interest in an attempt to not get embarrassed.

So when Nick came into Noah's room, wanting to talk about something tour related you couldn't help but feel like this all was just some confusing fucking dream.

READ PART 3 HERE

[cythiraeth]

Hello, how are you? 😁 May I please request "mornings with them" ficlets with Kokomi and Ayaka? (Gn!reader, pls)

slept tight? - i. e. mornings with genshin women

✧ ─ ⌑ pairing: gn!reader x ayaka, kokomi (separate)

✧ ─ ⌑ short summary: a description and an example of mornings with our lovely girls! how do they wake you up or behave after sleep? let's find out!

✧ ─ ⌑ about the work: lowercase, fluff, established relationships

✧ ─ ⌑ notes: hi anon, thank you so much for this request, it was a lot of fun to write and i hope that you will like it! i'm doing well recently and i'm definitely looking forward to any new requests if anyone comes up with them ;3 have a nice day!

✧ ─ ⌑ word count: 1 k in total

sangonimiya kokomi

most of the time she gets out of bed much earlier than you do, due to her work and the daily routine she usually follows. she kisses you on the forehead, covers you with a blanket if you have messed up the bedding in your sleep and quietly leaves the room, leaving you to get as much sleep as you need. but there are days when things are a little different!

the quiet rustle of silky fabric was the first sound to greet your ears in the morning. with your eyes closed, covered by a soft blanket, you mumbled uncertain words, still caught somewhere between dreams and reality. 

"'oh, i woke you? excuse me," kokomi's voice was sleepy and a little hoarse, but even with your eyes closed you could sense that she wasn't lying next to you in bed.

"wait, what time is it?" you lifted your head and blinked quickly to clear your blurred vision. kokomi had already gotten up from the bed and was in the middle of making up her part of your shared bed. her body was barely visible due to the lack of sunlight in the room, so it must have been early, but you could see the outline of her messy hair, a truly extraordinary sight considering her usually immaculate appearance. but in your eyes, in this state, she looked even more beautiful, more real and natural. 

she chuckled softly at your sleepy posture and covered her mouth with her hand, but she answered your question, "it's 6 am, as usual when i wake up".

"no, no, no, not today!" you laughed and crawled wobbly to her side of the bed. she was still standing close enough for you to grab her arm with your hand and pull her closer, "today is your day off, i won't let you out of bed until at least ten!" 

she fell onto the bed, almost on top of you as you both started to giggle, your arms tangled and all the bedding she had just fixed was a complete mess again. you really wanted her to rest more, as lately it seemed that she was overworking herself... being a divine priestess was certainly a demanding job, and even a person as qualified as kokomi deserved a few more hours of sleep from time to time! In this sequence of mornings that had been rather quick, with only a few kisses between the two of you, you just had to steal one that was slower and more tender. 

you held her close to your chest, stroking her hair and untangling it with your fingers. although she was a little hesitant at first, she soon realised that this way of starting her day could be much better and more pleasant than she could have expected. the chirping of the birds outside the window, accompanied by your soft breathing and your gentle touch, made her loosen up and close her eyes.

she wrapped her arms around you and nestled her face against your neck as you planted a kiss on the top of her head, her soft hair touching your lips. 

"maybe you were right this time," she murmured into your neck with a smile, "this has made my morning much better.”

kamisato ayaka

ayaka is also usually the first to wake up but unlike kokomi, she loves to wake you up herself! she loves the thought of being the first and the last thing you see throughout the day. sometimes when she's in a more playful mood she'll pull your blanket and tease you a little, sometimes she'll slowly kiss your neck and peck your jaw before reaching your lips, sometimes you'll be woken by a tempting smell of breakfast she's got from thoma. you never know!

"good morning, my love," ayaka whispered into your ear as she hovered over you. her blue, loose hair fell down on either side of her head, tickling your cheeks. a lovely smile that adorned her lips made you smile too, unconsciously, even if you only opened your eyes. 

"mornin-" you couldn't finish because of the yawn that escaped your lips. ayaka chuckled at the sound and put her hand lightly on your lips until you stopped yawning. 

"i've let you sleep a little longer today, my sleeper," she said, shifting her position to lay on her side next to you, "but it's time to wake up," she added in a softer voice, reaching out with her warm hand to stroke your cheek. 

you closed your eyes again, enjoying her gentle touch. you were still not fully awake, so you barely understood what she was saying, but just hearing her voice was enough to make you feel relaxed. her actions did not quite fulfil their original purpose of waking you up, but they had the opposite effect. her voice was so calming, how could you not want to fall asleep again in her arms?

"hey! you're not sleeping, are you?" she asked after noticing that you had drifted away a little too far, resting her chin on her hand to get a better view of you. you just smiled, not opening your eyes, but quickly wrapping your arms around her chest and pulling her closer to you, locking her in a tight embrace. 

"oh no, we definitely are sleeping," you mumbled, curling up and moving your head closer to her neck, taking in the scent of shampoo that was all over her hair. she sighed softly, not in annoyance but more in something like amusement. maybe she had planned this all along? you didn't really waste your time with that thought, because what was more important was that she finally stopped resisting and returned the hug.

"okay, but just a few more minutes..." she giggled as you subtly brushed your lips against her skin, catching it several times with your teeth before properly kissing her neck "be careful not to leave any marks there, please," she whispered in response to your more eager kisses, but you weren't sure if this was a request that could be granted...

⌞⌑ cythiraeth - 31.08.2023. please, do not copy, claim as yours or share outside tumblr! ⌑⌝

[slu7formen]

HEY HEHEGE IK I JUST SENT IN A REQUEST but can i pretty please have another slytherin reader x ced sickfic😭😭😭😔😔😔 this cold is kicking my ass rn i need ced to take care of me🤞 how bout if the reader is like stubborn denying she’s sick but ced is a casual dom taking care of her and reader just complies when he gives her the stern look😫😫 and he’s worried sick not letting her out of bed n stuff omg i want someone to scold me for being sick ffs im lonely as hell. also thank you sm for the last request i made you r a godsend🥰🥰

also can i know what to call you pls i feel rather awkward calling you, well, you. love you tho 💋💋 i’m confident im ur biggest fan if there’s no appreciater of ur work then im probably dead in a ditch somewhere

you’re always requesting and I think that’s just so sweet 🥹 thank u ! also, had so much fun writing this.

Cedric taking care of you when you’re sick <3

slu7formen’s masterlist | cedric diggory masterlist

Sometimes Cedric hated how stubborn you were. Like, really, he truly felt that you behaved like a child that tried to get everything their own way and everything else was just wrong.

He noticed. It was not fucking hard to notice that you were about to catch the worst flu of your life; you looked so sick you could easily be mistaken for someone who was dragon pox. Your sore throat, the pain in your chest, the phlegm in your chest when you coughed, and the sneezing. And still, you were bold enough to lie to his face.

“I’m fine” you affirmed, followed by a small sneeze. Cedric raised his eyebrows at you, you rolled your eyes. “Seriously, it’s nothing”

“It’s nothing?” Cedric raised his voice, looking at you in disbelief. “Honey, you can’t even talk without choking in your own phlegm”

“Don’t overreact” you bit back. “I said I’m fine”

He didn’t want to fight. Whenever you did, it was because most of the time, you behaved like the most stubborn person ever… but he just relaxed. Maybe you could get better, maybe you were right this time.

Of course you weren’t right. Do you really believe that you’re ever gonna prove Cedric wrong?

The next morning your body was hurting, swollen and sore everywhere and constantly groaning as you sat down in chairs during classes. Cedric noticed every single time.

“Can you please let me take you to the Emergency Wing?” he had whispered to you once Snape had walked past you two.

“No” you argued.

“You’re not even writing there” he pointed to your hand, where the ink had dropped a few drops since you just lifted your wrist in the air, without writing anything.

“Cedric” you called. You rarely called him by his name, it was always ‘Ced’ to him, unless you were mad. “I’m fine. Stop it”

He let it pass just one more day, but when you didn’t even show up to your first class the next morning, he truly started to get mad.

You woke up with him sitting at the edge of your bed. You gasped as you sat on the bed, desperate and confused. “What time is it?” you asked, already trying to get out of bed.

“Don’t worry, you’ve missed classes already” he interrupted. You sat on the bed, angry.

“I what!?” you yelled, as painful as it was for you to do so.

“You’re staying in bed” he demanded, big arms crossed over his chest as he stood up, standing in front of your weak body like a giant statue, demanding you to stay where you are.

But of course, you had to complain.

“How many times do I have to tell you?” you stood up and pushed his shoulder, walking past him. “I’m f-…” before you could reach the door, an invisible force bounced you back into your place. You scoffed in disbelief, and Cedric grinned, satisfied. You tried to walk again, but the same bouncy feeling hit your body, much harder this time.

“Imperturbable Charm” he explained. “You’re not getting out of this room”

“Imperturbable-, where’s my wand?” you walked towards him, almost hitting your chest to his, even though the scene was not threatening at all. To Cedric’s eyes, it looked quite funny. You, all red nose and sore throat, smaller than him, trying to act angry at him. Yeah, as if he would let you win this time.

“I’m not giving you your wand. You’re staying inside this room, so do as I say, and go to bed”

You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. “No”

“Oh?” he dared, raising both eyebrows and lowering his head. He studied your facial expressions for a moment before speaking again. “Baby, that wasn’t a question. Let me take care of you, and go to bed”

You bit the inside of your cheek. His grey eyes were working their way inside your brain; you fucking hated it and loved it at the same time. You groaned when you slowly saw his satisfied smirk grow on his face, he knew he already won.

Once you got yourself covered in bed again, he walked to the nightstand next to your bed. On top of it, there was a small ceramic bowl with a brown liquid inside, it smelled good. He grabbed it carefully and handed it to you. “It’s chicken and pumpkin soup” he explained. He slowly placed it over your lap, instantly feeling the heat grow over your thighs, it was still hot.

He then squat down and took his leather bag, the one you gifted him just a few months ago. He opened it, and took one small glass bottle, placing it at your small nightstand bed. “And this,” he pointed to the horrible red liquid “is Pepperup Potion. You have to drink it. Madame Pomfrey said it’s just a common cold that you have, but since you’ve been like this for days, if you’re not better by tomorrow morning, you’ll have to stay at the Emergency Wing”

You gulped, looked down at the hot soup, and then back at him. “Okay” you said in a small voice. Cedric sighed heavily before taking a spoon and sitting in front of you at the bed, next to your thighs. You tried to take it, but he quickly backed it up. He served some soup on the spoon, making sure that a small piece of chicken stayed there, he knew how much you loved to have in the first bite… or drink.

“Open” he demanded. You did so, and the warm and salty taste of the soup felt good against your tongue, already satisfied with your food for the first time in three days. You didn’t say anything, just letting your boyfriend put food into your mouth as he placed his free hand over your thigh, squeezing and soothing up and down.

“Thank you” you said after taking one particular big spoon of soup. “And, I’m sorry for being stubborn… and for not letting you take care of me”

He snorted. “It’s okay, angel” he replied. He knew how much you loved it when he called you that. “I know how hard that skull of yours can be sometimes”

You rolled your eyes. “Shut up” you laughed. He forced you into taking more of your food before it gets cold. “You shouldn’t be doing this. I can take care of myself”

“No one takes cares of you better than I do” he took the bowl out of your legs and placed it over the table.

“It’s not like I have a choice. You locked me up here”

He moved closer to you. “And don’t you like it?” he asked. “You and me, locked inside your dorm-…”

“Ced!” you gasped in disbelief before he bursted out laughing. “You’re supposed to be taking care of me, remember?”

“Excuse me, am I not doing it?”

You placed a hand at the back of his neck, slightly running your fingers through his scalp. “No. I would say you’re more of a distraction”

His face got closer to yours. “Am I?” he leaned in, but you backed up, surprise.

“Aren’t you afraid you’ll get sick too?”

“I really don’t care” he said before softly placing your lips over yours. Kissing Cedric always felt like kissing the smoothest and plushiest cloud. His lips were warm, and the way he captured your lips between yours was always the hardest thing to separate from whenever you broke the kiss. If you could, you’d kiss him forever.

He leaned back and placed his forehead on yours. “Want me to give you a massage?” he asked.

“Yes, please” you groaned. He laughed.

“Okay, okay” he stood up “But before that… your medicine” he took the glass bottle and shook it in his hand.

“Nooo” you whined, hiding under the covers.

“You have to drink it, honey” he tried to uncover you, which was already hard enough since your hands gripped onto the sheets with amazing strength.

“No!”

“You won’t get better unless you drink it”

“I already feel better” you lied.

Cedric found your head hidden under the blanket and gave it a light smack. “Liar” he panted.

After fighting for some time, Cedric promised you a chocolate frog after the medicine. He stayed with you for the rest of the day, only going to his own room when your roommates came back to your dorm to sleep, not leaving without kissing you first, and getting rid of the charm he had put around your bed.

It still felt weird when Cedric took care of you like this. You knew he was someone that cared for the people he loved, but you never thought it would go as far as staying with you in bed for a whole day, missing classes and risking himself on getting sick too.

But the truth was, Cedric loved you more than anything in this world. Taking care of you was the least thing he could do after you agreed in giving your heart and soul to him.

Is it a bad time for me to ask you to go check on my new ethan landry one shot ? 🥹

[brandogenius]

hi love can u write lucy having a crush on fem!reader like maybe reader is on booktok or something? a blurb or an one shot pls pls pls

EEEE!!!

‼️RPF‼️ BLURB

lucy having a crush on fem!reader who is maybe quite famous on booktok/ youtube as a content creators who makes videos / content dedicated and based on books

fem reader having a dedicated video every month and on tiktok where she reviews her favourite books she’s read this month and lucy EATS IT UP

lucy stumbled across your content one day when tweeting a post asking for more book recommendations. a lot of people were sending links to your tiktok and your channel and lucy got intrigued.

lucy was like “damn. this bitch gets me” because she’s so specific with her books and thoughts she doesn’t think anyone else can get understand / relate but you do

she honestly falls for you the minute she finds your tiktok of rating your favourite wlw book. how you go in dept on it and express how it’s hard to find good proper wlw representation in movies and books. lucy’s like “ok yeah i’m down for her real bad”

ends up following you on youtube AND tiktok and it comes up on those boygenius update accounts LUCY HAS FOLLOWED READER ON TIKTOK!!

after a couple of weeks / months, you follow her back too (she wasn’t even expecting it) she just kinda woke up one morning to the tiktok notification READER HAS FOLLOWED YOU BACK and seen you’ve followed her back on twitter too.

honestly lucy gained like confidence in that moment on an impulse decision she decides to send you a dm asking if you want to go for coffee but the way she sends it in this meme format that’s like [the office, season7, ep 18, minute 14:45] and you look at the office at rhag minute and it’s quoted “shouldve burnt this place when i had the chance”

anyway lucy ends up doing that in your dms but with a book!’ and it’s like [book name, chapter 5 sentence 3] and if you were to look at this and decipher it, it makes out ‘so, want to go get coffee sometime?’ and it’s so nerdy but also so cheesy and cute because she knows you’ll get the reference since it’s the latest book you read.

you replying back to bed with like [book name, chapter 5 sentence 5] ‘sure, where too?’

[tigerlilla]

sparks

a bakugo x reader fic

chapter 4! the grand finale!

ch 3 /// chapter list

cw: mentioned nightmares, death, gore, fire, gunshot wound, blood, grief (nothing too graphic, but pls be aware <3 )

you woke up warm, eyelids squinting closed to block out the sun streaming through the thin curtains. you could feel bakugo’s breath on your neck, his bent arm tucked under your head, the other strewn over your waist.

you shifted slightly, burrowing deeper into the blankets.

bakugo grunted behind you, his chest against your back.

“sorry,” you whispered, “did i wake you?”

he didn’t reply.

you rolled around slowly, moving as gently as you could.

bakugo’s eyes were closed, face uncharacteristically calm.

you smiled. he looked boyish this way, although he really was barely more than a boy at 20. you examined his face in a way you never had before, taking mental notes of all the small things; the scar right by his hairline, the puff of his lips, the circle shaped scar next to his left eye, the crook in his nose, the way he-

“morning, creep,” his red eyes shot open.

you pushed back slightly, only pushing yourself into his arm behind your back. “i’m writing an article about how weird you look when you sleep.”

bakugo smirked, "i don't think you've fully thought that out, sparks. that article would definetly be more damming than our banquet picture."

you flushed, "you're just mad i know you snore."

"i don't snore," bakugo frowned.

you laughed, "you totally do! it sounds like," you grunted, then snorted, then blew air out your nose while grunting. "that's what you sound like!" you laughed at his expression. "i'm serious!”

“at least my eyes aren’t all crusty,” bakugo replied, pouting like a baby.

you wiped at your eyes, “because i went to sleep all teary and sad.”

“i-“

“bakugo,” the door slowly opened, “do-“

“no!” bakugo yelled. “don’t come in. i’m…”

kaminari laughed from the other side of the door, barely cracked open. “dude we caught him masturbating.”

bakugo put his hand over your mouth, predicting your giggles before you could.

“oi! fuck off!” bakugo yelled.

“shut up, denki,” kirishima chided. “we were just going to ask if you wanted to work out and then get smoothies with us.”

“oh, uh, not today. uh,” bakugo choked out.

“you okay, bro? you’re acting weird. you’re always up super early,” kirishima said, concern in his voice.

“i’m fine,” bakugo replied. “my mission…wore me out.”

“oh, yeah, okay,” kirishima said. “rest up, dude.” he closed the door.

bakugo slowly pulled his hand away from your mouth, no longer muffling your laughter.

you sat up, tucking your knees against your chest, “i think my new article should be about you being walked in on while jerking off. can you imagine the red riot x dynamight fanfics?”

bakugo ran a hand through his hair, the tips of his ears bright red, “jesus christ.”

“kiri was right, though,” you stand up from the bed. “you gotta get up. i’ll make you my special morning tea.”

bakugo groaned, “i hate tea.”

“too bad,” you winked at him, quietly slipping out his bedroom door. you made your way to the kitchen, putting on a kettle.

bakugo slid onto a barstool.

you leaned across the kitchen bar, “hi, katsuki. how was your morning?”

he met your smile with a nasty smirk, “terrible. you?”

“god awful,” you sighed. “maybe the afternoon will be better.”

“doubt it.”

you’re convinced bakugo’s wicked grin could charm even the purest of hearts.

———

“oh, look, it’s me,” you were sitting next to bakugo, peering at his phone. it showed a video of you climbing the gym rock wall, smiling down from the top at bakugo holding the phone. in the past week, you’d been getting better and better each gym night with bakugo. “stalker.”

“it’s on your story, dumbass,” he growled, tapping over to the next video.

“is that deku?” you frowned, “i had to keep re-following you for like four times before you followed me back but HE gets a follow back?”

bakugo rolled his eyes. you’re not sure how many times someone can roll their eyes with ripping a nerve or a muscle.

“you’re never allowed to complain about your mortal enemy again,” you sighed dramatically, flipping the page in your book.

“hey,” jiro strolled into the living room, eyeing you on the couch with katsuki. “are you matching on purpose? oh my god, barf, i’m leaving.”

you frowned, looking over at bakugo. she was right. you wore a black tank top and dark grey jeans while bakugo was in a black tank top and black cargos. “aww,” you cooed, “we are matching.”

“shut up,” bakugo grumbled, not taking his attention off the news program covering his fight from last night.

you rolled your eyes. “you’re such an ass-“

“shh!” bakugo silenced you.

you narrowed your eyes, grabbing the pillow behind you. you smacked the fluffy pillow into the side of bakugo’s face, laughing loud enough to ruin the element of surprise.

bakugo ripped the pillow out of your hand, snarling at you. you fell back against the couch laughing, holding your hands up to protect your face. “you deserve this one, sparks.” he smacked you with the pillow, getting a good squeal out of you.

the two of you wrestled for control of the pillow, elbowing and insulting each other. you shoved hard, knocking bakugo onto his back on the floor. you sat on his chest, holding the pillow threateningly above his head while laughing.

bakugo smirked, easily rolling around and pinning your hands to the ground, him now on top of you. you squealed and pushed but he wouldn’t budge.

momo walked into the living room, catching you on the ground, “why are you screaming? are you- oh, oh my god. oh.” she threw her hands over her eyes, slowly backing out of the room.

you bursted into laughter, bakugo’s face as red as his eyes. when you finally quieted down, you found bakugo staring at you. “what? why are you looking at me like that?”

he grinned at you, still on top, “you have indentions on your face from the pillow.” bakugo gently dragged his finger over your cheek.

you felt yourself redden under his touch. “because you hit me hard! now get off, you brute.”

——————

kitty kats: i got ur sweater, do u want me to bring it to u

you: nah, im about ready to pack up. thank u!

kitty kats: why did i come home to grab it if you don’t need it

you: i didn’t say u had to get it, you volunteered urself

kitty kats: cause u wouldn’t shut up about being cold

you: u just wanted to go into my room to look through my underwear drawer

bakugo typed and deleted his message multiple times, the three dots popping up on your screen.

you laughed loudly, drawing the attention of everyone else in the tiny newspaper room. “oops, sorry everyone. my bad.” you quietly grabbed your bag and left, walking across campus back to the dorms.

you checked your phone again, still no reply from bakugo. you smiled. someone called your name, drawing your attention away from your phone.

a girl maybe a year or two younger than you jogged over to your side, “i read your article about burnout in heroes in this week’s newspaper. it was super interesting.”

it was actually incredibly boring. poor girl was lying to you. “thanks,” you replied. you were literally three minutes from your dorm.

she didn’t get the hint. “i like your blog posts better, though.”

you forced a smile, “ua doesn’t like what i post on my blog. that’s why i keep it on my blog.”

her face seemed familiar, really familiar. “yeah, i bet. you haven’t posted about dynamight for awhile. you got a lot of criticism for bashing him. i hope that’s not why you haven’t posted.”

this was getting weird. “actually-“

“do you know where he is right now?” she asked.

“no-i’m sorry, what’s your name?”

“minako,” the girl smiled. you’d seen that smile before.

“i recognize you from somewhere. have we met?” your brow creased.

minako smiled, this one more cruel. “maybe you’d know me better as him.” her face slowly shifted, her body changing soon after. your eyes widened and you took a step back. she was the creepy old man from the hero banquet. her nose and eyes were the same, but she was him. you tried to take another step, but she was quicker, pulling you to her, something clicking before poking into your side. “or maybe her.” she shifted again; this time into the girl who sat in the seat next to you when the fire alarms went off, a girl in the group at the gym, they were all her.

you pulled away, her grip tight on your arm. she shoved the cool metal deeper into your ribs. you looked down at the shine of the gun.

she laughed at your paled face. “good. you remember me. i’ve been working on this for a very long time. the fire alarms were my first plan. i was going to go for the red head, but then i saw you, and you were too good to pass up. the banquet was next, but it was too busy and crowded. and the at the gym, i was just spying on you,” she sighed. “i didn’t mean to do this today, but it just fell into place.”

you frantically searched the grassy field separating the school from the dorms. shit. no one was walking close enough to notice something was off.

“i wonder if he’ll remember,” she said a bit louder, digging the gun deeper into your ribs. “maybe once i remind him of what he did to me, he’ll remember.”

“i-i don’t know who you’re-“

“your pain will be what reminds him,” she whispered, running her finger down your cheek. “he will watch you die like i watched my brother die.”

your lips trembled, “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

she yanked your chin to face her, “i really am sorry to drag you into this, but you are the one he cherishes. don’t worry, you will not burn like hiko. i am not that cruel.”

your mind was trying to keep up, racing to piece together what she was saying. her brother, hiko? burning? who was the other person she was talking about? the red head, kirishima maybe? you heard your name called from across the field and everything clicked. fuck. fuck. fuck.

minako laughed, “everything really has fallen into place today.”

“didn’t know you had friends, sparks,” bakugo smirked, jogging over to you. to him, you and minako must have looked like friends huddled together, whispering gossip and trading secrets. “i was bringing you your sweater ‘cause it’s about to rain.”

you were facing him, your eyes wide. minako was standing partly in front of you, her body turned mostly away from bakugo, hiding the gun pushed against your stomach.

his smirk disappeared at the fear written so clearly on your face. “what’s wrong?”

“hello, dynamight.” minako turned, revealing the gun poking into your side. she clicked the safety off, smiling at bakugo. “take another step and i’ll shoot.”

bakugo growled, sparks flying out of his palms. you sent him a look, begging him to not rush into it, for him to think. but he wasn’t the bakugo who had rushed into any fight years ago. he had learned the price of his impatience; minako’s brother had taught him that.

“do you remember me, dynamight?” she purred.

bakugo was silent, eyes flickering over your body, making sure you weren’t hurt.

minako clucked her tongue, shoving the barrel of the gun deeper into your side, earning a grunt of pain from you. “i hoped that you would be different. i hoped you would fall on your knees and beg for my forgiveness. that wouldn’t have changed anything, of course.

“alas, i didn’t expect it. i was hopeful, but not optimistic,” she sighed. “but, i am not the face i want you to remember. he is,” she shifted her face into the boy who haunted bakugo. she quickly shifted back.

bakugo had gone pale, sparks fizzing out in his palms.

“you do remember,” she smiled wickedly. “do you remember carrying my thrashing body while i begged you to put me down and get takehiko? do you remember setting me down on the concrete and yelling at me to shut up? do you remember how my brother’s body burned while you watched?”

you softly whimpered, her nails biting into your arm with every question she asked. she had begun to draw blood with her iron grip.

“do you remember how it smelled? do you remember the taste of my brother’s burning flesh in the air? do you remember, dynamight, how you murdered my brother?”

“i remember,” bakugo said softly. “takehiko-”

“don’t you dare say his name!” she screeched, yanking the gun from your ribs to your temple. the metal was cool against your skin, it was almost relieving.

“this was all you!” she yelled. “everything is your fault! why do you get to live on while i lost my brother? why should you get to be happy when he’s dead?” she took a few breaths. “everytime i see your face on tv, i am reminded of the brother you killed, of the life with him i lost. you don’t seem to care. how is it fair that he is dead and you are not?”

your body felt like it had been cleaved in two. minako was right. it wasn’t fair. nothing was fair. bakugo had been 18, barely more than a child. he’d been 15 the first time he’d seen someone die, someone he could have saved. how was that fair? how was it fair to place so much on children? on babies who had grown up idolizing and worshiping heroes who abandoned them when they needed help? heroes who had relied on children to help them fight their battles? how was anything fair?

bakugo’s voice was hoarse, barely more than a whisper. “you shouldn’t have brought her into this. she did nothing.”

“he did nothing,” she screamed. “it should have been me! i should have died!”

it had begun to rain. slow drops fell on your skin, mixing with the blood on your arm where minako held you. you looked at bakugo, his eyes meeting yours. you pleaded with him silently.

“i want you to suffer, bakugo katsuki,” minako whispered, tears running down her beautiful face. “i want you to watch as i kill someone you love. i want you to watch her die.” her confidence and smile were gone, replaced by a ghost of a girl. she was scared, her hands shaking, tears slipping down her cheeks.

bakugo slowly stood, stepping towards you and minako.

“don’t!” she shrieked, her hands shook, the gun pulled slightly away from your head.

“minako,” bakugo whispered. “i’m sorry. i’m so sorry.”

minako was fully focused on bakugo’s face, the pain and sorrow so evident in his eyes. she didn’t notice the twitch of his fingers. three.

“i dream of your brother,” bakugo whispered, inching another step closer. two. you slid one of your feet back, just barely. “the way he yelled for his sister, the way i failed him. i will never forgive myself.” his finger pointed downwards. one.

you yanked your arm out of her grip, stepping backwards while bakugo surged forward. he held out a hand, going to grab the gun barrel. he wouldn’t use his quirk, you knew he couldn’t risk injuring minako with an explosion after what his quirk did to her brother.

minako shifted the gun from you to bakugo in a spilt second, not hesitating pulling the trigger.

you screamed as the bullet ripped through bakugo’s neck.

a flash of red ran past you, tackling minako to the ground. you didn’t know where red riot came from and you didn’t really care.

you crawled to bakugo’s side, immediately putting your hand on his neck. “katsuki?” you looked at his pale face, eyelids fluttering lightly. “katsuki, open your eyes.”

he did, soft red eyes looking up at you. you pulled his head into your lap, keeping your hand on his neck, trying to ignore the blood seeping through your fingers. “i’m going to be fine, sparks,” he said, his voice quiet and broken.

“i know, kats,” you whispered, running a hand through his messy hair. “you’re going to be just fine. you’re fine. it’s okay. you’re okay.” you kept repeating it more for yourself. you grabbed your dropped sweater off the ground, pressing it to his neck.

“stop crying,” he mumbled, eyes fluttering closed, “you’re getting me all wet.”

you laughed quietly, wiping your tears off his skin. “i’m sorry. i’ll stop crying when you open your eyes, okay? so open them back up.”

“mkay, i just need to rest for a bit,” he mumbled so softly you had to strain to hear.

you heard kirishima shouting. a medic came over and slid katsuki off your lap, placing a thick wad of gauze over his neck and saying something into her radio.

all might was there. touching him. touching katsuki. you hissed, slapping his hand away from bakugo’s face. all might looked at you with disgust.

“don’t touch him,” you growled. “this is your fault. you sent him to that mission. you sent an explosion quirk to a gas and oil spill. you sent him knowing there were two young hostages. how could you have not known what would happen?” you dug your finger into his chest. “i will hate you for the rest of my life for what you did to him, the pain and grief you caused him. and what you did to that girl. to her brother. a child died because of your negligence to train your hero. takehiko’s death is as much on you as it is on katsuki.”

all might tried to say something but you spat at the ground near his feet.

“and i hope you rot in your own guilt for letting the media attack him like that, when it was you who sent him unprepared and misinformed. you did nothing to protect him. this is on you.”

you almost spun around to leave, but remembered something minako had said. “the fire alarm was minako’s doing. she set off the system trying to get to him. she’s been doing this for months. another failure from this school and this shitty society. i expect you’ll look into this and update me when you are positive a situation like this will never happen again.”

you stomped off, heading towards the ambulance they were loading bakugo into, leaving a sputtering all might in your wake.

the medics let you ride in the ambulance, holding bakugo’s hand and asking them questions about his condition. he would be fine. he was going to be okay.

…

bakugo woke to a ridiculous pain in his neck. he tilted his head with a gasp, immediately regretting it. he blinked, eyes adjusting to the dark night, and looked around the hospital room, only with his eyes, he couldn’t stand turning his neck. bakugo reached up and gently touched the pack of gauze bandaged to his neck. the steady, repetitive he pieced together everything that happened, mahiko, the gun going off, his neck.

he sat up just a bit, smiling at you in the chair pulled up next to his hospital bed, your head on the bed next to his legs, your hand holding his. his parents were asleep on the couch in the corner. how long had he been out?

bakugo leaned back, squeezing your hand before he started rubbing circles with his thumb.

you sat up suddenly, staring wide eyed at him with bloodshot eyes, “katsuki?” your voice was barely a whisper.

“hey, sparks,” he replied, doing his best to smile at you. you threw your arms around him, careful to not bother his neck as you hugged him. “you told me you wouldn’t cry if i opened my eyes,” he grumbled, feeling your tears on his stomach through his thin hospital gown.

you sat back up, wiping your face, “sorry, i’m sorry. i’ll wake up your parents.”

“no, don’t,” bakugo grabbed your arm, pulling you close to him. “they can wait until morning - what’s this?” he rubbed a finger over the bandages wrapped around your forearm. “and why is there blood on your clothes?” he sat up, ignoring the pain flaring in his neck, as he looked you over, reaching for the blood on your jeans.

“stop it,” you shushed him, gently pushing him back into the pillows. “i’m fine. and that’s your blood, kats. i didn’t want to leave you to go home and change.”

“that’s stupid,” he frowned.

“sorry i care about you,” you quipped, narrowing your eyes.

bakugo grumbled under his breath, but let it go, tangling his fingers with yours.

“do you want me to call the nurse? she can give you pain meds and explain everything. the doctor told me but i wasn’t really listening; something about your carotid artery and blood loss and i didn’t really care because you were laying right there and i couldn’t take my eyes off your face.” you stood up, already reaching for the button, only slightly embarrassed by your rambling.

“come ‘ere,” bakugo grumbled, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into the hospital bed beside him.

you wanted to scold him for straining his stitches, but you couldn’t bring yourself to. not when you were curled against his chest, smelling his familiar smoky scent.

“i’m sorry,” he whispered into your hair.

“what for?” you asked, your eyelids already feeling very heavy.

“what if she shot you? what if she killed you?” his voice broke, “i’m so sorry.”

you propped yourself up on an elbow, meeting his red eyes. “look, i’m right here, alive and well.” you grabbed his hand. “i’m fine, katsuki.”

he cupped your face in his hand, the pulse monitor on his finger catching in your hair. he murmured your name, saying it like a prayer.

you tried to sit still as he traced your cupid’s bow with his thumb.

“how could i live without you,” bakugo whispered, his eyes back on the bandages on your arm. “i’m never letting you go.”

“katsuki,” you murmured, terrified about what was about to come out of your mouth. “i told your mom we were friends. is this what friends do?”

he was quiet, fingers warm on your skin. “i don’t want to be friends, i want...”

bakugo moved his hand behind your neck, pulling you into him. your lips met his and it was soft and gentle and nothing like bakugo but everything like katsuki.

because every thing you had ever written about the hero was completely untrue of katsuki. katsuki who couldn’t sleep because of guilt, katsuki who knew how you liked your tea, katsuki who brought you your sweater because he didn’t want you walking home in the rain.

that was the man you kissed, his lips terribly chapped. and when you pulled away, he looked at you with such wonder and love in his eyes.

“i want you,” you finished his sentence for him. katsuki leaned to kiss you again, but you stopped him. “the doctors will kill me if you rip open your stitches.” you kissed his cheek. “you can kiss me all you want when you’re healed.”

he grumbled softly but wrapped his arm around you, pulling your head into the uninjured crook of his neck.

you smiled into his skin. bakugo katsuki. my, how wrong you’d been about everything.

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you reached for the bread basket, kaminari swiping it before you could get your hands on it.

“oi!” bakugo barked, “don’t be rude.” he ripped the basket from kaminari’s grip, holding it in front of you.

“thank you, kats,” you smiled, pecking him on the cheek. everyone at the table groaned. you narrowed your eyes at his hero class, “this is bakugo’s return-to-hero-work-celebratory dinner. i will kiss my boyfriend if i please.”

“you’re going to be more than kissing tonight,” kaminari giggled.

you shut him up with a look, placing an hand on bakugo’s arm to keep him biting kaminari’s head off.

“we’re glad you back, kacchan,” deku said.

again, you squeezed bakugo’s hand to calm him.

“me too,” he replied, surprising cool with the nickname.

“me three,” you smiled. “my blog has lost followers. i think me shit talking you was the only thing that kept people interested.”

bakugo grinned at you; it was your favorite smile of his, ridiculously wicked and promising violence.

“i’m also glad,” kirishima added. “i’m sorry i could get there sooner, man. i still feel awful about it. i’m glad she’s locked up.”

you cleared your throat, eyeing bakugo. “actually, katsuki and i have talked to aizawa about getting her transferred to a facility for people with mental illness instead of keeping her in that awful jail.”

momo smiled at you, “i think that’s lovely.” shoto nodded in agreement.

“at least your scar looks cool,” sero said.

“best part of being millimeters away from bleeding out,” bakugo grunted, picking at the broccoli on his plate.

he had protested the dinner, your idea, complaining about how annoying everyone was, but you knew deep down in his rotten heart he loved the class he grew up with.

though he grunted and scoffed his way through dinner, you caught him sneaking smiles at you and laughing at the stupid things kaminari said.

and no one else would ever believe you, but you swore you even saw him smile at deku.

…

you plopped down on the couch next to bakugo, resting your head on his shoulder. “the dishes are finally done,” you sighed.

he kissed the top of your head, “i’m sorry. you should have let me and momo help you.”

“you have a big day tomorrow,” you wrapped your arms around him, relishing in his warm body. “i didn’t want to make you work tonight.”

“i’m just returning to hero work, babe,” he sighed, keeping his eyes on the news playing on the tv.

“i know, but…” you brushed your fingers against the not-quite-healed scar on his neck.

he understood what you left unsaid. “i’ll be fine,” bakugo reassured you. “i’m just patrolling tomorrow. no big missions, mkay?”

“good,” you squeezed him tighter. you were exhausted.

“thank you for tonight,” bakugo said softly.

you smiled, “you’re welcome, katsuki.” he pressed another kiss to your forehead. “i’m glad my room flooded and i ended up here.”

he could tell you were slowly drifting off to sleep. bakugo laid a blanket on your lap, his arms wrapped around you. “you’re the only good thing this goddamn couch has given me, sparks.”

you smiled, “i’m glad i’m better than chronic back pain, katsuki.”

“you’re better than everything.” bakugo let you fall asleep on him, watching you with love in his eyes. since the first night on this couch, the first time you fell asleep next to him, he’d been waiting. waiting for you.

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[genshin-impact-writings]

Hi! May I request a drabble for Childe/reader where reader has to/wants to get up but he doesn't want to let them go? Fluffy pls. ❤️

Hey there! First of all, I'm so sorry that it took me so incredibly long to get to your request. Also, I apologize if this is all over the place but I honestly didn't have the motivation to re-write it a third time. In any case, I really hope you're still interested in this and like what I came up with. Have a great day/night and stay safe! <3

Don’t go yet – Childe/Tartaglia x gn!reader (fluff) 

You woke with a start when a loud beeping noise pierced through the peaceful bubble of your dreams. A bit disoriented and only half awake yet, you reached over to your bedside table, feeling around for the source of the infernal noise – that you soon identified as your alarm clock. With a groan, you turned it off and rubbed your face as you tried coming to your senses. Whoever had deemed it a good idea to start work so early that you had to leave your warm, comfortable bed while it was still dark outside had undoubtedly been the biggest idiot on this planet. 

But it couldn’t be helped, you needed to get up if you wanted to be on time for work. 

The rustling of bedsheets next to you, followed by a quiet “(Y/N)?” snapped you out of your thoughts. You rolled over, your eyes meeting the bleary gaze of the sleepy Harbinger right next to you.  

“Go back to sleep,” you whispered and reached out to brush a strand of hair from his forehead. His hair was always a mess in the morning, sticking out in all directions, but somehow, it just made him look even more adorable. You smiled at him, although you were pretty sure he couldn’t see it properly in the darkness of your bedroom. Still, he managed to catch your hand, bringing it to his lips to press a kiss to your knuckles.

“It’s too early,” he then said with a yawn. “Why are you awake?”

“Because there are some people in this world who need to get up early for work.”

You were convinced he was pouting right now. At least, his voice sounded like he was when he replied, “Since when do you have to get up before the sun actually rises?”

“Trust me, if it were up to me, I’d still be sound asleep right now.”

For a few moments, Childe didn’t reply. A part of you hoped that he had actually fallen asleep again because you knew him well enough to realize that he surely would try to keep you from getting up – he always did that when you had to leave the house before him, so you were always careful not to wake him up on these days. With that thought in mind, you remained perfectly still for a while, listening to his quiet breathing before you slowly moved to the edge of the bed. The next second, Childe had already wrapped his arms around you, caging you in a tight hug to stop you from leaving his side anytime soon. 

“Don’t go just yet,” he mumbled. “It’s still dark outside.”

“I know.”

He buried his face in the crook of your neck. “And it’s raining.”

“I know.”

“And you really want to go out there?” he asked. And while you usually took pride in the fact that you weren’t easily persuaded, you could already feel your determination to get up melt away as Childe snuggled up to you, his lips brushing against your neck, right above your carotid.

You sighed, defeated. “… no.” 

And you really didn’t want to leave. Lazy mornings like this were your favorites, especially when the world outside your window looked as uninviting as it did today. The rain kept pouring down, and from afar, you could hear the faint sound of thunder. Just the thought of going out there was enough to make you shudder.  

For a couple of moments, neither of you spoke a word as you indulged in the warmth of Childe’s embrace. He was always so warm… and on mornings like this, it was particularly hard to leave your bed. 

“You’ll be late for work,” he mumbled against your neck, his breath tickling your skin. You let out a deep sigh. “Yeah. You’re right. But…,” you hesitated, wondering if you could really skip work today without feeling like your bad conscious was going to eat you up for the rest of the day, “I don’t want to go. Maybe I should call in sick, or something.”

Childe chuckled. “Catching a cold really isn’t unusual this time of the year.”

You hummed in response. The thought of staying here for a couple more hours really was quite tempting right now. But at the same time, you knew that you would probably feel incredibly guilty if you skipped work without actually being sick. Then again, why would they know? Besides, it wasn’t like the world was going to end if you didn’t show up for one day… 

With a quiet sigh, you closed your eyes and wrapped your arms around Childe, knowing very well that your sense of responsibility had lost the battle for good this time. “Fine. I’ll stay,” you agreed. “But if I get into trouble with my boss, it’s entirely your fault.”

“Hmm… I think I can live with that, buttercup.”

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[quill-and-the-curse]

Mistakes Like Fractures

Pairing: Azriel x Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: None, just angst

A/N: Hiiii! I'm very excited to share my second Az fic with you all. It was so fun to write! I also wanted to say thank you for all of the love on my first fic. I was so nervous to share it, but you all have been so kind and I just really appreciate it. Requests are still open, so pls pls pls send them my way! I need some good ideas. Okay thx byeeeee! <3

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Your life with Azriel after becoming mates was beyond perfect.

The mating ceremony was quaint and intimate, with only those you loved most in attendance. It was a night full of love. Several times throughout the night, you had to take a moment to let yourself cry. The gratitude and love was overwhelming. Having never had anything so pure before meeting your new family, it was difficult for your to wrap your head around. You spent so much of your life believing that you were not worthy of such happiness. But every day you woke up to Azriel’s beautiful face was a little reminder that you were worthy. Of it all.

The three weeks following your mating ceremony consisted of three things: Sleeping, eating, and fucking. With a bath sprinkled in here and there. It was absolutely insane how often you and Azriel were jumping each other’s bones. Making love with Az was pure ecstasy, he knew how to pleasure you like no previous lover of yours has. He worshipped every part of your body, and you let him. 

So you have soaked in all of the love he had to offer you. You reveled in it, feeling like your life was finally complete.

You woke up this morning to find Azriel still fast asleep. His head rested on your chest, with his arms wrapped around your waist. Out of instinct, your bring your hand up to his head and begin to gently run your fingers through his raven locks. This caused him to stir awake.

“Good morning, my lover,” You said to him, your voice still raspy form your slumber.

His eyes peeled open and he looked at you with a small and sleepy smile on his face. “Good morning.” His arms landed on each side of you, as he moved so his face was directly in front of yours. The way his arms flexed as they held him up had you squeezing your thighs together. You would never get enough of this male.

He looked at you for a moment before leaning in to press a delicate kiss onto your soft lips. “How did you sleep?” He asked as his eyes scanned your face.

You bit your lip to conceal your smile. “Like a babe. And you?”

He settled back down next to you. “Me too. Now come here so I can love on you.”

Slipping back down under the blankets, you allowed Azriel to embrace you. You nestled your head under his chin and just savored the moment. He smelled of citrus and pine, and his skin was so warm. You couldn’t get close enough. There was nowhere else you’d rather be than in his arms. You wished you could stay like this all day, but alas, you both had responsibilities to attend to. Rhys depended on each of you too much to allow for an unnecessary day off, especially with tensions with the Autumn Court as high as they were. 

Today the inner circle would be departing to meet with the horrible High Lord of the Autumn Court. You could hardly stand to look at him, let alone stay overnight. Having hailed from the Autumn Court yourself, Beron loved to comment on your exit. It got old quickly, and to have to hear it another time caused you dread.

“I don’t want to do today. I just want to stay here with you,” you said, tears welling in your eyes at the thought of leaving.

“Me either, my love. Just know that the next time I have you all to myself, I’m going to make you feel all better,” Azriel said suggestively.

Your face was still against his chest, so he luckily did not see your blush. If you stayed in bed for one more minute, you’d end up on top of him and you didn’t have time for that. 

“I look forward to it,” you said. Azriel chuckled at your response and then peeled himself away to get up. Standing up yourself, you lift your arms above your head to stretch the aching muscles in your back. 

“What time is everyone meeting at the River House?” You ask, as you begin to make your bed.

“Oh, I forgot to mention. Rhys decided that only him, Cass, and I are meeting with Beron today. So you can get other things done, my sweet,” Az responds, adding the finishing touches to his leathers.

How did he forget to mention that? This meeting had been in the works for weeks, and you’ve been involved up to this point. “Oh. Okay, well should I come to help you three prepare?” 

“No, I think we will be okay. But thank you, darling. We head out at noon and will be back tomorrow morning. I’m sorry I have to be away tonight,” he says. He grabbed your hands in his and gave each one a kiss. “I’ll miss you so much.”

It took all of your strength to not cry. “I’ll miss you too.” 

Azriel leaned in and gave you a gentle kiss. “I’ll see you tomorrow. I love you.”

“I love you too, Az. Please be safe,” you said.

Azriel then left your shared house and winnowed away. 

You guess you’re on your own today. Yay.

The rest of your day is relatively normal. You got ready, made breakfast, and got a surprising amount paperwork done. It was nice to be productive, it distracted you from your worry about Azriel’s safety. 

You knew those three could take care of themselves. They were some of the best warriors in existence. Your mind is cruel, however, because it goes over every possible way things could go wrong. Self sabotage at its finest. But you made a valiant effort to get through your day without issue. However, by evening, you were feeling miserable. The house felt so empty and lifeless without Azriel. You didn’t know how you would get through the night.

You finally had enough of the sulking and decided to actually do something about your loneliness. So you walked your ass to your beautiful new kitchen, and pulled out everything you needed to make some yummy blueberry muffins to take to Feyre and Nyx. 

You actually enjoyed your time baking. It gave you something to look forward to, even if it was just something small like muffins. You couldn’t wait for your visit to see your sweet little nephew. 

The walk to the River House was everything you needed. It was perfectly temperate, and the sweet song of the birds filtered through the branches of the trees gracefully, blessing your ears. The walk wasn’t long, as the house you and the Shadowsinger recently bought was in walking distance.

You reached the door and knocked before entering. The house was quiet, with only faint sounds of movement in the distance. “Feyre?” You ask out loud. You suddenly hear foot steps approaching the top of the staircase in the foyer. 

But to your surprise, it was Elain who appeared. “Hi Y/N, sorry I was putting Nyx down for a nap.

“Oh that’s okay, I was just stopping by to give Feyre some of these muffins I made today. Do you know where she is? I’d like to say hello,” you said. 

Elain seemed confused. “Feyre is in the Autumn Court with everyone else, weren’t you supposed to go?”

What? Az said Rhys didn’t want any of their mates going…why would he lie to you?

“Oh um, yeah I was but I wasn’t feeling great this morning. I’m sad I had to miss it. 

I guess I must’ve dreamt that Feyre stayed behind too,” you said. You cleared your throat and continued. “Anyways, I have more muffins than I know what to do with. Please take these and have as many as you want.”

Elain smiled sweetly at you. “Thank you, Y/N. They look and smell amazing. I’ll make sure to leave some for everyone else too.”

You forced a smile. “Thank you. Bye Elain.”

Your exit out of that house was quick, because the tears were about to begin flowing. 

You couldn’t believe Azriel would lie to your face like that. You were approaching only your third month of being mates, and he is already being dishonest? It didn’t make any sense, why would he not want you go along? Did he doubt your abilities? Does he not find you a useful member of the inner circle? Your ego was bruised and your heart was aching. Quite frankly, you felt stupid. Was everyone in on this elaborate lie?

Your brain began to think of every possible scenario, and your anxiety sky rocketed. Damn your self sabotaging mind.

This situation left you feeling completed defeated and depressed. Several times throughout the rest of your night, you felt Azriel tug on the bond to make sure you were okay. Every time he was met with nothing. An iron wall of resistance. 

You had nothing to say to him. All you felt was anger and betrayal, nothing you could say to him at that moment would be nice. It was personal because you spent much of your life being controlled and manipulated by others. Azriel vowed to never do that to you. 

You went to bed that night with shame and a broken heart.

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The next morning wasn’t much better. Azriel was due home any moment, and you had no idea how you things were going to go. He needed to know how bad he hurt you. And you deserved an explanation.

As you were sitting on your couch, enjoying a muffin and attempting to read your book, the front door rattled open. Azriel’s scent flooded the room, and for a brief second, you forgot you were mad because all you wanted to do was run up and hug him. Your anger had not subsided, though. As if he could tell, he let out a deep sigh. “Y/N, please listen to me.”

You audibly scoffed. “Listen to you? Last time I did that, you lied to me, Azriel. What the fuck? Please help me understand.”

His face was unreadable. And this pissed you off. So you stood up and went to stomp out of the room. Azriel of course followed you until you both arrived to your shared bedroom. 

“Stop following me, Azriel. I don’t want to look at you,” you shot at him. You sat at your vanity and began to get ready, hoping he would get the hint to leave you alone.

“That’s too bad because I need to explain,” he retorted. 

“Oh, please do. Please enlighten me. Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you lied to keep me away. I just cannot for the life of me figure why you would do that to me. So please, Azriel, explain yourself. Be my fucking guest.” You didn’t mean to come off so harsh. Guilt slowly began creeping up when you saw pain flash across the Shadowsinger’s face.

“I lied because I needed this mission to go smoothly. Since we-“

You cut him off, shooting to your feet and facing him. “Am I that much of a hindrance? I’m really that terrible at what I do that you and the whole family feel the need to lie to my face? I went over to visit Feyre and Nyx last night, only to be told by Elain that she went with you all. Along with everyone else. I was completely mortified, Azriel. I am utterly humiliated.”

You couldn’t stop the tears from flowing down your cheeks. 

“Y/N, I did what I did because I don’t think I would’ve been able to stop myself from killing Beron had he disrespected you. I felt too ashamed to tell you because I didn’t want you to see me as a male who can’t control himself. I never should’ve lied to you, and I’m so sorry. Nobody else was involved but me, they all thought you were sick.”

You take a deep breath. You certainly feel calmer since hearing him out. But you were not happy. 

“Azriel, I would’ve understood had you just been honest. This whole fiasco could’ve been avoided if you would communicate. Lying to me and our family isn’t acceptable behavior. What will prevent you from lying to me in the future? Is this something I’m going to have to worry about from now on?”

He rushed to you and gripped your face softly. “No. Y/N, this has been lesson enough. Last night, all I could think about was whether or not you’d leave me over this. I was sick with panic, especially when you wouldn’t respond to me down the bond. I thought I had really lost you.” Tears were threatening to spill from his eyes, and your heart swelled at the sight. “Please, my love, forgive me. I will never lie to you again. I swear it.”

You wrapped your arms around his waist and looked up at him, releasing a deep sigh. “I forgive you, Az. Please let this be the last time. There is nothing you could say to me to make me love you less. But lying to me will. Got it?”

He quickly nodded. ”Got it.”

You pushed up onto your toes and pressed a kiss to his lips. His arms instantly wrapped around your waist and settled on the small of your back. He pulled you in as close as he could and let his hands travel down to your ass. As he kissed your neck, he mumbled, “Can I make it up to you, baby?” 

You smirked evily and used your pointer finger to push his chest away from you. “Not so fast, big boy. You can make it up to me by cleaning the kitchen and folding the laundry. It’s not a punishment if you enjoy it too.”

His smirk fell slightly. “That’s fair.”

“But once you’ve done what I’ve asked, we can revisit the idea,” you said, running your hand down his chest.

His smirk returned and he said, “I’ll get right to work.”

You were going to make him work for it.

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Thanks for reading! <3

[maleyhae]

DO I STILL WANT HIM

this is part 2 of my last fan fic.

warning : cussing, reader asking herself if she wants Georg or wants to get back with tom, pls let me know if there's more unedited

a/n: I'm thinking abt doing a October event for halloween so if you have ideas send them sorry if this is ass my head hurts and I was losing my vison a bit :P and also @mikalame

READERS POV:

I woke up barley remembering anything from last night. Besides that, I was crying a lot last night and then as I gained my vision back, I realized I wasn't in my and toms' room but in Georgs. Omg did me and him sleep together. No, we didn't because I remember that I walked in on him fucking Alyssa. I guess I started to cry again because as Georg came in the room with Bill and Gustav and it looked like they had food.

"Hey (nickname) how are you feeling" Bill said. "Good" I said while taking my food from Georg and feeling someone hugged me. I looked over and saw Gustav hugging me. "Billy...can you go get my stuff from his room I don't want to see him or her right now." I said barley in a whisper. "They're not here right now so if you want you can go, and Georg can go with you I can't right now sweetie." He said in a soft voice even though we were friends he called me more loving names than tom ever did, and the fun thing was that me and him weren't even fucking toxic. I got up not caring I was just in my bra and some of Georgs Pj pants at the moment and walked out and went into the room with my key and had georg follow behind me kinda like a lose puppy.

I grabbed my stuff when I heard i high pitch laugh. God, it sounded so fucking forced I looked back and it was the whore and man-whore. I know how some people get when their boyfriend cheat and the call the second person a whore, slut, bitch honestly both of them are whores and the other stuff. Tom looked ashamed while Gustav (who also came along) looked like he wanted to beat his ass.

GEORGS POV :

As i stand at the door I saw her and tom. ___ looked like she wanted to beat his or Alyssa's ass couldn't really tell but i knew her high pitched laugh gave ___ a headache. I saw Gustav which I didn't know he came but he probably only came because Bill told him too. But after Bill and Gustav heard what happened because I'm surprised, she didn't go to them first but then again it was like 2-3 in the morning.

But then again they or we would do anything for our friends in need no matter the time. I got snapped out of my thoughts when I heard tom say he's sorry and he was drunk. I thought it was complet bullshit and

___ looked at him and walked away.

COUPLE MONTHS LATER DUE TO ME HAVING A TERRIBLE HEADACHE AGAIN

READERS POV:

It's been a couple months me and georg have gotten closer but Tom has also been trying to get back into the picture. I've been avoiding him even though I was in the band as the (your choice) so it was hard.

He's been asking for me back but I've been thinking I don't know. Do I want him back? But then again I've been crushing on Georg so do I want Georg or Tom? That's just like asking a toddler chocolate or a toy they'd say yes. Though I'd have time since I'm going back to (your native country) to see my family while I take a break from the band they all understood and Georg had asked to come and I said maybe and well he said it was fine and I'm going alone.

It still urks me Do I want either one of those boys or nobody leave the band and start over on my life with them still being my friend?

A/N- Hi again :3 sorry if this is bad I really had no ideas and this took forever because every time I started to write on it I lost vision and had a terrible head ache I might be getting sick though but let me know if y'all want this to become a tiny series or not cause I'm down for it it whatever 🤷‍♀️ or do you want part 3 to be toms POV 😱😱😱

[80pairsofcrocs]

baby scarab || 53

@yikesitskennawrites - Rough idea of a chapter thing (my dude, I just woke up from my post dinner nap so excuse me): Khonshu uses his god powers to kind of play puppet with y/n and make them fight the moonboys for funsies. Y/n has zero control in their actions and the boys don't want to hurt her so when Y/n comes back to reality (because they aren't aware of it, kind of like blacking out and coming to) y/n finds the boys beaten up because they didn't want to lay a hand on her.

I love your series :) &lt;3

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anon - For baby scarab in maybe one of the chapters moonboys found out reader can play guitar or an instrument or like the drums and there all super shocked bc when she lived alone she had some free time to try something diff so she's kinda good

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@r4tch1ld - Khonshu and y/n watching two birds fight over scrap and being like,...who's gonna win?

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A/N : pls read the announcement!!

masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist

A/N : THERE IS NO MORE SCHEDULE, IM SORRY also thank you all sm for the support and requests :)))

please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader

TW : medicine (pills), spidey stuff, mentions of violence, language, fighting, nothing else really, crack, let me know if i missed anything.

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it was two in the morning.

how do you know that? it's because you're wide awake.

your migraine has ceased, and now you were just bored.

you would get up and go do something but steven had an arm around you since you ended up falling asleep with him.

and tiktok could only do so much before you got too bored of it.

"spiderling! get up" you hear khonshu whisper shout from the now open window.

"why?" you whisper back, looking back to steven to make sure he was still asleep.

"your friends are quarreling" he leaves back to what you assumed was the roof.

you roll your eyes and look to steven, who was still sound asleep.

you decide you follow khonshu, so you carefully move stevens arm from around you, replacing yourself with a pillow.

you slip out of the bed and watch as steven cuddled a bit deeper into the pillow, making you smile.

making your way to the open window, you start hearing crows cawing at each other.

that makes you smile even wider.

you peek out the window and shoot a web up the brick wall outside, slipping out of the window and pulling yourself up to the edge of the short wall.

you pull yourself over the roofs edge, seeing khonshu perched on one of the huge vents and looking down at something that you can't see yet.

you curiously and quietly approach to see that khonshu was looking down at two crows.

and they were fighting over what looked like half a slice of pizza.

you chuckled, alerting khonshu of your presence. he jumped when he realized you were there.

"still a damn shadow" he mumbles and moves over so that you could crawl up to sit next to him on the vent.

"yeah, love you too buddy" you deadpan, watching the crows fight over the food.

it only takes another three seconds for you to talk again. "who do you thinks gonna win?" you ask khonshu and he tilts his head and hums.

"the one on the right" he decides, and you nod.

"yeah i had my bets on him too. his names charlie" you start. "the other one is elden" you add, and khonshu nods.

the two of you sit in silence, watching the crows until khonshu is the one to break the silence.

"i have a question" he states and you look to him to urge him to continue.

"it was many moons ago but.. i saw something when you and your parents were flailing about in the water" he begins to explain, and you make a face at the wording.

"yeah? what was it?" you ask, getting the idea of what he was trying to say.

he was referring to when you and your parents went to the beach.

"it's about you" he continues as you furrow your brows. "i noticed.. scars. on your back. i'm surprised none of the idiots said anything with how attached they are to you" he finishes and you take a breath.

"..how many did you see?" you question hesitantly.

"four"

"shit" you mutter. "did you tell them?" khonshu doesn't move or answer you verbally, but just by the way he was staring at you gave you your answer.

"khonshu i know you want to help but i really didn't want them to know about those" you start and he looks back down at the birds.

"i didn't want to explain how i got them yet" you ended quietly.

"then i apologize, child" he says a bit quieter, and you can tell by the tone of his voice that he meant it.

you just sigh tiredly and run a hand down your face. "it's fine" you mumble and you both go back to watching the crows.

"i'll tell you who wins in the morning. you should go back to bed" khonshu says to you quietly and you look at him in surprise.

"since when do you care if i get sleep?" you question is all seriousness.

"in my defense, you are cranky when you're tired" he says simply and you nod.

"fair enough. i'll see you tomorrow. night" you hop off the vent and make your way to the edge of the roof, ready to jump back in through the window.

"sleep well, little spector" is the last thing he says before you disappear back into the apartment.

you close the window after you get back inside, to see that steven was awake, and patiently waiting for you.

"i'm sorry, khonshu wanted to show me something" you apologize and steven gives you a tight lipped smile.

"that's alright, just try to get back to sleep" he says in a hushed voice and you nod, laying back down to have steven bring the blankets up to your chin, pressing a light kiss to your head before laying back down himself.

now that's what you would call an under reaction.

if this was marc, he would've lightly scolded you then order you to get back to bed, and steven would've given you some kind of lecture.

but this time he didn't, and you had no clue as to why.

do you just went back to sleep, half expecting to get a lecture in the morning.

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"you need your sleep, kid it's non negotiable" marc shakes his head at your pouting figure.

instead of steven, it was marc. which is so much worse since he doesn't sugarcoat anything.

"well my crows were fighting. and khonshu even said that charlie won" you argue and marc raises an eyebrow at you.

"y/n i'm not joking around" marc says sternly and you look down at your lap, fidgeting with your fingers.

"you need to get at least 8 hours-"

"8 hours? marc-"

"don't interrupt me. you think we don't notice every time you leave, but we do. and we always trust you to come back but you need a better sleep schedule now that schools starting soon" he explains and your eyes widen at the last part.

"school? it's already the end of august?" you ask and marc nods.

"shit" you mumble, which earns you a stern look from marc.

"as i was saying" he begins again. "that also means no more arachnid" you scoff.

"that's not fair" you whine and he just shakes his head.

"i know but you have to finish high school, this is your senior year it's the most important" he reasons and your eyes drift to the open window across from where you were both sitting at the kitchen table.

"don't even think about it" you hear jake warn and you sigh, looking away from it.

"oh please, just let the girl be" khonshu makes himself known.

"no, idiot. this is to make sure she has a shot at a normal life" marc defends himself.

"no. she's going to be bored now" khonshu argues back and looks towards you with determination.

"and if you can't see that this is what she really wants to do then i'll do it for her" he stalks over to you, making you get up from your seat in alarm, marc coming towards the both of you as well.

"khonshu wait-" you hold our your arm towards him to stop his movements.

he just sighs. "i apologize little spector, you won't feel a single thing" he rushes in saying, moving to poke you in the center of the chest with the tip of the crescent on his stick.

nothing seemed to happen after that.

or so you thought.

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third pov

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y/n raises an eyebrow at khonshu, as nothing happened when he poked her with his stick.

marc let out a breath of relief until y/n froze in place, her eyes glowing a bright white for a second before her suit formed onto her.

marc panicked, causing jake to front out of habit.

"khonshu what in the absolute fuck is wrong with you?!" steven exclaims from where he was watching in the mirror hanging next to jake.

khonshu only answered by making y/ns head tilt to the left, right before making her shoot a web out at jake, sticking his arm to the wall.

y/n was in a dream like state, not able to control her own body.

and another thing, she wouldn't be able to remember anything that happened while khonshu played puppet with her.

jake easily ripped his arm from the wall the moment y/n started towards him.

jake wasn't stupid, he knew what khonshu was doing.

now, the bird was planning on fighting them. but only in the way that y/n would.

he dug through her brain to see what kind of fighting moves she used, so all he was really doing was using her body for things she has already done.

khonshu in all honesty wanted to help. he was always stuck up and quite frankly a cranky bitch, but seeing as marc was being unfair he had to do something.

and he knew that not a single one of his avatars and would ever lay a hand on y/n.

even if she was attacking him.

and he keeps being proved right.

she was swinging at jake every moment she could, while he just blocked her fists and tried to lead her away from anything that could possibly hurt her.

but the kick to the shin followed by a punch to the nose made them all finally surrender.

jake had a hand up to block y/n from going any further to which khonshu gave up his short control on the girl.

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second pov

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you blink a few times in confusion, trying to remember when you walked across the room and asked khonshu for your suit.

and that's when you noticed the man in front of you, with a now bleeding nose with a hand out towards you in defense.

you gasp at the sight, your hood and mask disappearing from your face as your eyes widen at the scene.

jake put his hand down, noticing how it seemed like you were back.

"oh my god- what just happened?!" you cover your mouth with both of your hands after seeing the blood drip from jakes nose and onto his shirt.

you rush to the kitchen to get a small towel and running it under water before going back to jake who was now just sitting on the floor.

he didn't know how to explain what had just happened, so he simply stayed quiet while you sat down on the floor as well, adjusting yourself so that you were sitting comfortably on his lap.

after getting all the blood cleaned up, you were just holding the towel to his nose to stop the bleeding.

"i just blacked out and now i'm in my suit, can one of you explain?" you ask into the air and jake sighs, bringing a hand up to brush a strand of hair from your face.

"to put it simple, that bonehead possessed you and you may have broken my nose" he shrugs and tears gather in your eyes.

"i did that..?" you trail off and jakes eyes widen before moving to comfort you.

he needed to stop you from crying, basically.

one time you were upset about god knows what, and jake happened to be the one fronting.

you cried into his chest for like an hour while he just stood there not knowing what to do exactly.

that was more stevens thing. comforting you, that is.

jake tried his best, he's still learning how to 'parent' and all that.

"princesa, it's not your fault. it's khonshus, and i can barely feel it" he shrugs and you see his eyes wander all over your face until furrowing his brows at something.

"and it appears that your nose is still broken too" he points out.

shit.

"what? no it's not" you wave him off.

you completely forgot you broke your nose when your dads almost died.

that night that you murdered that man in cold blood.

shaking your head, you get rid of the memory and keep the towel pressed against jakes nose.

"what did i do?" you try to change the subject, and jake just guides your hand down, taking the towel off his face.

"nothing, just let me fix your nose, hm?" he offers and you frantically shake your head.

"it's fine- i really don't-" jake holds your face still and puts a hand up in surrender.

"listen, i'd rather hurl myself off a building than hurt a single pelo en tu bonita cabeza" he assures you and you just sigh.

"is it gonna hurt though?" you ask and he simply doesn't answer, moving both of his hands to clasp them together over your nose, making sure you weren't going to move to much.

"you ready?" jake asks and you just squeeze your eyes shut, giving him his answer.

"alright, i'll do it on the count of tres" he starts and you tense up.

"uno" he squeezes your nose a bit tighter.

"dos" and then there's a sting and a sickening 'crack' before jake takes his hands away from you.

your eyes watered as you gaped at jake who had an unapologetic look on his face.

"you said on three! you ass!" you exclaim, getting off of him while he just chuckles, staying on the floor until steven decides to take over to get up himself and follow after you.

you were in the bathroom, poking at your now non crooked nose, and seeing steven walk in behind you.

"tell jake he's a bitch" you wipe your watery eyes, as you see jake shake his head in the mirror.

"jake can hear you" he says and you chuckle.

"here, how about we forget about all this and go to town, how's that sound?" steven offers and you nod.

"sounds great, just give me five minutes" you nod to yourself.

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you and steven left the building ten minutes later, due to marc taking over the body and having to fix their own nose before going out.

they couldn't believe they forgot to bring up the fact you'd broken your nose days before.

and now, you and steven were walking contently down the sidewalk, just browsing at all the items in the windows.

and it was one that caught your eye, a f/c guitar sitting brand new in the window.

steven noticed how you halted in your steps for a moment, so he guided you inside without a word.

"steven wait-" you started before seeing all the different instruments inside the shop.

steven simply smiled and followed you as you wandered towards where the guitars were.

you were lost in your own little world as you just stared ahead, running your fingers along the base of one of the guitars that are set up for anyone to use.

"you play?" steven asks when you turn back to him and you nod with a smile.

"i had a lot of free time" you shrug and he nods.

"can we see?" steven questions and you make a face.

"i don't know.." you trial off and you hear both marc and jake start complaining.

"oh come on, we didn't even know you played" marc starts.

"si, why didn't you tell us?"

"because it's embarrassing" you mutter and steven just shakes his head.

"no it's not, is anything it's impressive" he assures you and you just sigh.

he darts his eyes from the guitar to you, so you roll your eyes picking it up and sitting down on the empty chair next to it.

there was a small container or guitar pics on the table next to the guitar stand, so you just waited a second as steven moved a chair over next to you.

you were only doing this because there was literally nobody else in the shop, only the cashier who was listening to music with airpods.

steven had a small smile on his face, watching as you adjusted the guitar so that your arm was resting comfortably, so that you could play whenever you wanted to.

you just decided to play the beginning of 'sweet child o' mine', just in a more quiet and mellow way.

steven watched in amazement as you expertly moved your fingers, holding down the correct strings at the right times, marc and jake staying quiet as to not distract you.

you finished it up after a second and put the guitar back on the stand, and the pic back in the container like you never even picked it up in the first place.

"oh sweetheart, that was amazing" steven helps you up, giving you a quick side hug and a smile.

"thank you" you murmur.

"no really, we had no idea" marc breaths out.

"well, now you do" you shrug and keep looking around with steven.

"is there anything else you're hiding from us?" marc asks dramatically, referring to the instruments in the shop.

you just give steven a look, knowing marc could see it.

"maybe" is all you say before moving on to walk forward again.

the day started rocky and ended the opposite.

marc and you decided you can only be arachnid if you aren't failing any of your classes once school starts, and if you promised to be careful.

oh, and also only on weekends.

being arachnid meant you had to get at least 7 hours of sleep each night, no exceptions or excuses.

you agreed of course, especially because khonshu took over your body and broke jakes nose with it.

he was fighting for you, i guess so it works.

you also had a great time showing your dads that you could in fact play multiple instruments, and they were all very impressed since they had no idea you had even touched one before.

now, you four were all in your little world the whole day.

that means none of you noticed someone following you on the sidewalk and watching you from outside the shop.

that meant you didn't know they also followed you home, and had an entire notebook where they had written every single time you left the apartment.

nobody noticed that they've been watching for a while, not even khonshu.

nobody knew when they were going to strike.

and not even your spidey sense could warn you for what's about to come.

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A/N : omfg im so so sorry it took so long and ITS STILL SHORT

anyways, i hope you liked it and ill see you hopefully in a few days :)) ily all sm

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WOKE UP TO YOUR TAGS THIS MORNING AND I MAY CRY,, you reading my work made me actually so 🥲🥲 getting feedback from someone you follow is always such a wonderful thing. I love poly satosugu with my whole heart, I had that in my drafts for a long time but I was afraid to post it cause usually I do NSFW so I wasn’t sure if people would like it. I’m planning on doing another one with Gojo and his love language, which I think is physical touch and gift giving, but suguru is such an acts of service man to me I love him so much, I love our soft man

U DESERVE ALL THE PRAISE N MORE REM <333 i rlly did love it soso much!! definitely a new comfort fic for me!! :’3 aaa and i totally get that… its always so nerve-racking posting content u dont usually post but pls just know i ate ur fic right up <333

AND YES I AGREE COMPLETELY we r like this 🤝🤝….. gojo is so gift giving/physical touch and sugu is literally SO acts of service coded its insane. u get him so well i swear!! i cant see him any other way tbh. our soft soft man <333

[the-force-awakens]

Hiya there sweets!! ♡´･ᴗ･`♡ I was wondering if you were still accepting requests (if not pls ignore this ask <3) 👉👈

❛ let’s go somewhere, just you and me. ❜ with one of the moon boys (idc which/or all) x gn!reader

Thank you! *mwuah*

gender neutral reader (no pronouns), back on my rooftop conversation bullshit, hurt/comfort, went with steven & a smidgen of marc! both reader & the sys is autistic 🤗 reader could be interpreted as going into a shutdown. 1000+ words.

You were doing better than you'd been in months. Really, you were: you woke up every morning willing to get out of bed, eager for that first cup of tea, for the spring to inevitably reach your step when you hit the play button on Spotify for your favorite songs.

And it wasn't as if today was a bad day, even. It was good, albeit rainy. But for some reason, by the time the sun was gone and replaced by the moon - half hidden behind clouds - your mood had withered too. 

It wasn't as clear cut as you were angry or even sad, it was just the sense of unease that came from a lot of change in a short amount of time. It was the disappointment that came with some of those changes and losses, in the way the last year had changed yourself.

That, more than anything, weighed a great deal on you tonight than it had in a while and you weren't sure what prompted it. 

It hadn't seeped far enough that it fractured your outward cheerfulness though. One of your neighbors that you passed on the way into your building commented on how much happier you seemed of late and you'd politely smiled and agreed — because it was true, overall. Just not today. 

It did not, however, fool your neighbor: Steven Grant of flat 502, basically a historian wrapped up as a gift shoptist, and one of your few real friends since your move to London. 

Well, one of your few real friends in general, anymore. 

The second you'd ended up on the same elevator (lift, Steven corrected you gently, then nudged your elbow with his and assured you Marc refused to call it that either), his eyebrows furrowed as he registered that something was wrong. 

Which was how, after dropping your things off at your flat, you wound up on the rooftop with Steven as he spoke rapidly, eyes lit up, "Now you might want to close your eyes for this next bit, I'll let Marc take the reins on this one, I'm not a big fan of heights — oh, the old pigeon isn't going to like this one bit.”

You can't help but notice that he doesn't sound the least bit remorseful about it either.

You end up taking Steven's advice and cling for dear life to Marc, even though his embrace is solid and firm and you know he'd never drop you in a million years. 

London becomes a blur underneath you, the wind howling against your ears, and more than once you hear Marc grunt something close to a soft laugh beneath the mask and you wonder if Khonshu is - as Steven predicted - griping about how they're using his powers for the evening. 

And despite the height and anxiety that something will go horribly wrong and you'll both fall from the sky, you can't help but feel lighter than you have all evening. Like you left everything behind when the two of you took flight. 

When Marc lands, it's a little off kilter because of your differing heights but it isn't painful either (he triple checks), and follows you silently to the edge of the new rooftop. Across the way is St Paul's Cathedral, backlit by the full moon. 

“Steven thought going somewhere, just the two of you, might…help,” Marc offers after a minute of silence. 

You glance over at him. “You're leaving?” 

His expression softens with concern, eyebrows lowering even more than they normally set, over the anxiety you weren't able to hide from your voice. “Just for now. I'll stay when you need a ride home, if you want.”

You nod once and his lips twitch briefly into a near smile, which falls when Steven fronts once more. He blinks a little, taken aback by the way your face has fallen in the last few minutes and steps forward. "What's the matter, love?”

You give a half-hearted shrug and stumble into him, pressing your face into his chest. His arms twine around you, pulling you closer and you feel the inane urge to cry over how safe you feel, how much stability these three men bring to your otherwise unbalanced life. 

And before you know it, you're blubbering out confessions you hadn't even fully processed yourself while Steven holds and soothes you, rubbing gentle circles against your back: about how lonely you sometimes feel, how afraid you are of everything changing so much and especially recently. How you're worried the only reliable things in your life will disappear soon too, leaving you alone. 

“Hey, you're not alone. You've got me and Marc and Jake too. You've got your friends, you've got -” he taps your forehead - "all the worlds you keep stored up in here.”

“But what if I lose all those things?”

"What if you don't?” Steven rejoins gently, swiping away some of the tears that have tracked down your cheeks. “Maybe you'll lose some of those eventually, but all at once? I don't think so.” 

You drop your gaze from his face - so open and earnest and friendly. “Sometimes it's hard to believe that when it gets…noisy.”

“The brain can be a right twit sometimes,” Steven agrees, pressing a featherlight kiss to your forehead that has no business making your stomach flip the way it does. “But that particular voice that keeps on telling you this is more than a little dodgy.”

You can't help but snort a laugh at that, even though you know he's right. "I think that's being too polite.”

"I could compare it to Donna, if you'd like?” Steven offers. When you pick up your head, he's smiling softly down at you like he knows his words lifted the weight that had settled behind your ribcage.

Maybe it shows on your face, in the same way he'd seen what no one else had earlier. "That's better,” you say and you don't just mean about his commentary.

When his smile widens, you think he understands it too.

[soobiverse]

Hii your fic is soo good can you pls do a woonhak (boy next door) f! Reader oppisites attract fic plsss thankyou sooo much

Sorry for the late reply, I've been lacking motivation but I've been working hard on it <3

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Genre: Fluff + Romance

Word count: 858 ᵕ̈

 It was an early Monday morning before homeroom. I slumped against my locker, feeling the metal against the back of my blazer jacket, listening to the shoes of the passing students hitting the tiles that echoed through the school halls. My eyes focused on the art book before me, patiently waiting for ideas to flood my mind as they usually did. Yet there was nothing. "Y/N? You're here early," a familiar voice took me out of my train of thought. It could be for the better, as most of them were worthless. I looked up, and my one and only friend stood in front of me. President of the student council herself, Song Ye-eun. I never knew why she became my friend in the playground during the first day of Kindergarten. She must have liked that I never said much and only focused on my developing passion for art. While Ye-eun had always been the opposite, she was talkative, confident and friendly. I brought my sketch pad to my chest.

"I just woke up early, that's all", I replied. Ye-eun would describe me coming to school 2 hours early as a relatively unique concept, as most days, I don't even make it to homeroom. But there wasn't really anything else for me to do at home. The swarm of students had yet to flood the hallways meaning I could finally talk to my only friend privately without having a trail of boys following us. "Ah, fair enough," she said, sitting beside me. I watched as she leaned back against the locker and closed her eyes. "Wanna see what I'm working on?" I inquired. She didn't open her eyes yet but just simply nodded. I placed the sketch pad in her palms. There were lines of lead pencil across the art paper, forming an outline of someone's head but nothing more. She took a moment to look at it. "lacking inspiration?" She asked, handing back the sketchbook. "Unfortunately, nothing good is coming to mind. I've been trying for days," I responded, pressing my head against the locker like she once did 2 minutes ago. "Why don't you try drawing him?" I followed who Ye-eun was referring to with my eyes. I didn't expect her to be talking about Woonhak.

To fully appreciate why this was a big deal to me is because, well, it's Woonhak, the prettiest boy in 11th grade. He and his close, tight-knit group of friends are the topics of nearly every girl's conversation when they walk through the sliding glass doors. He was just like Ye-eun, the complete opposite of me. Yet regardless of our personalities and interests being so different, I still fell for him from a distance. He had entered alone today. He walked through the halls without many girls following him like lost puppies. His eyes darted around the hallway as he progressed to his locker. I stayed silent as my eyes followed him. Ye-eun patted my shoulder. I looked at her, shock painted across my face. "you must be crazy, he needs to be still, and there is no way on earth that I'd ever get close enough to tell him I wanted to draw him," I said, Ye-eun shook her head, and before I knew it, she was standing up and looking down at me on the tiled floor.

"You've liked him since Kindergarten. Don't you worry. I'll handle this." with that, Ye-eun began walking towards the crowd of girls. Her sweet charms and politeness hypnotised the huddled group into letting her approach Woonhak. I couldn't hear what they were discussing, but I knew she mentioned me as Woonhak approached soon after. "Ye-eun said you could draw me. I'd be interested. I'm free after school if that's fine with you," He spoke softly, then parted his lips in a sweet smile. No words could escape my lips. I could only respond with a simple nod before hurrying down the corridor.

A few hours had passed as the morning had shifted into a quiet afternoon, 1 hour after the bell had signalled that all the students could be free from the gates that trapped them in for 6 hours, 5 days a week. Besides those still used for after-school club activities, all rooms were empty, excluding the art room Woonhak and I occupied. I studied his features closely to have every detail perfect. "You look quite beautiful when you're focusing, did you know?" Woonhak whispered. After minutes of silence, his sudden compliment caught me off guard. I didn't know what to say. Too many thoughts swelled up in my head. “I've always liked you, " he confessed, approaching me slowly. I set the pencil down on the unfinished sketch. He tugged my wrist lightly, encouraging me to stand up. So I did. Butterflies began blooming within the depths of my stomach. He pulled me closer, and the butterflies only swelled up more in my stomach when he pulled me in and kissed me softly. His lips, covered in a strawberry chapstick layer, seamlessly melted into mine. Despite being so different, now no one could deny the liking between Woonhak and me.

[selenicdreamer]

Here’s to dreaming

A Feysand one shot that I just thought of and couldn’t help myself. Im not a good writer and English isn’t my native language so pls dont hate me:) enjoy

Possibly will have errors, didnt edit plus its like 1am

I got carried away, this is kinda long:3 sorryxx

She heard it again, the soft and slow melody across her apartement wall.

She’d never admit it to herself but every morning she woke up she would long for the sun to set, for the light to go out of the sky to make way for the night. For that time alone in the studio of her apartment just to paint, away from the rush of the day, the buzz of the crowd and the headache of what her life has been. Her mind would drift to the empty canvas ahead and just paint, create. Though after her break up with her ex, her trouble with her family and all her financial issues, she found herself just sitting across the white surface staring for hours and hours before just leaving it as it was and calling it a day. Some days she would hold the brush and stare at it for hours before placing it back in its case, others she would just cry and cry and throw things in frustration. She couldn’t paint. So after a couple of months she gave up, she would just sit on her stool, hold her brush so tightly she would pierce her own skin with her fingernails and stare. She was so lost in the fog of her own mind that when the music started playing the first time she nearly toppled over her stool and dropped her paintbrush to the floor. The piano chords and notes were drifting silently through her walls, almost melancholically she noticed. She stayed there and listened for hours, silently piercing the wall with her gaze as if she could strip the paint and brick apart to make the music louder. When it stopped she just sat down by the stool and cried, she cried so much she never had before. Why? She didn’t know.

The following day she walked in, fuzzy socks against the wooden floor and sat again in her stool. She waited, five minutes, ten, thirty. There it was, the melancholic piano and the feelings it awoke in her. She wanted to paint, she wanted to capture what it was she thought the person was trying to say with their music. She took a deep breath and just started, slowly with shaky hands, a night sky full of stars and a white piano in a flowery patio being played by almost invisible hands. That was it, her first painting in months. As she finished she couldn’t help the small smile that reached her face, she’s done it, took her more than a week but she’s done it! After months of pain and endless tiredness she finally did something she was proud of, thanks to the piano stranger.As she let the paint to dry and took this time to get a refreshment her mind couldn’t help but hover over the stranger that played such beautiful music it made her feel alive again. That night she dreamed of the music

“I’m telling you, I can’t go do this without you for real, It’s like torture” Mor protested dramatically while leaning on Feyre’s kitchen counter, her golden locks tied securely behind her ears and her coffee in hand as she stared at her with despair Feyre almost laughed,

“And I’m telling you I can’t go back to the same yoga place my ex boyfriend and the instructor fucked in, Feyre cringed, I can’t even begin to think of the look in her face without wanting to bury myself from embarrassment and resentment” she groaned as she kept her focus on the laptop ahead of her, she had to finish that work project sooner than later and she wanted to be free for her special time.

“Do you think I’m some sort of monster?” Her new friend blinked as if offended, “I only meant we should find a new place together, Im not going there again without you! I just did today to rub in their face how much better off you are and to cancel our subscription” Feyre huffed and rolled her eyes, Mor for the little Feyre knew her, was a drama queen, a really good friend but a drama queen. Still being so lonely she was more than grateful to have her in her life. That Yoga place did cause her break up since she found Tamlin, her ex, and her teacher hooking up on a yoga mat but Its not all that bad since it brought Mor and her together.

“By the way where did I leave my jacket the other day? Em has been asking for it since I stole it from her” Mor looked around,her face slightly blushing at the mention of her girlfriend and Feyre hid the icing bitterness at the back of herthroat, bitterness for her pathetic life, never her friend. “Uh check in my bedroom, probably left it while we were trying on clothes” she said but failed to notice that Mor walked in her painting studio before she heard her gasp and her name coming out from her mouth. She immediately stood up and run towards her her fingers rubbing on her temple trying to find a way to kick her out without looking like an idiot.

“Feyre this… you’re incredibly talented” Mor’s eyes were as wide as ever as she kept staring at all her paintings slowly then stopped at her most recent one, her small gasp nearly audible to her.

“Please, it’s just barely sketching, let’s not talk about it” she hurriedly said moving her arms and hinting towards the door,

“Could I buy this one?” Feyre’s heart dropped to her feet she had to look down to make sure it was there,

“What?” She found herself ask,

“Could I buy this one?” Mor repeated her eyes locked to her painting of her neighbour, “my cousin is going to love it, he told me he recently moved so this will be the perfect housewarming gift. I haven’t even seen the place yet” she turned to look at her, her eyes pleading,

Feyre kept staring at her and the painting trying to decide, this was a huge chance for her, her career and she didn’t want to say no to her friend. Though insecurity kept eating her mind what if he hates it and then Mor hates her and-

“Oh please Feyre! He loves playing music he is going to fall in love with this” Feyre then just nodded barely and gulped chuckling when Mor hugged her suddenly, her words just flooting over her head as she wrapped the painting for her, receiving way too much money that Mor insisted on handing her for it before she left.

In the following days Feyre’s mind was still so cluttered she couldn’t finish her project until the last minute,she didn’t even have time to paint for a week so when Sunday came around she hopped into her painting room and patiently waited for the music.

She waiting for so long that she thought she was going insane with boredom, the only thing she could hear was footsteps, heels and she could swear she could hear Mor’s laugh. Deciding she was insane she got up to get ready for bed, disappointed with how her night turned out but just as she was ready to change into pyjamas she heard a frantic knock at her door. Blinking she looked at the wall clock of her bedroom, 12:00am

“Yes?” She said cautiously

“Feyre! Open the door! You won’t believe this!” Mor’s voice rung in her ears, surprised she obeyed and saw her grinning face in a flash before she was grabbing her wrist and leading her out of her apartement and to the left hall,

“Uh Mor, would you kindly please inform me of the reason you’re kidnapping me at 12 in the morning?” She asked confused as they stopped to the apartement next to hers, Mor just banged on the door rudely which Feyre thought was insane until the door opened and her mind went blank,

Right in front of her was the most handsome man she’s ever seen, tall with broad shoulders, silk black hair and eyes such a dark blue she thought could pass as purple. His bronze skin dressed in all black shirt and trousers, his smirk making him utterly and completely devastating to look at. His eyes were so fiercely gazing at her she forgot how to speak, breathe or think

“This is my friend Feyre I’ve been telling you about! She is the one who painted this! Plus she literally lives right next to you!” Mor laughed shaking her head, “that stuff literally is impossible to happen.” She walked in like she belonged right in, which to be fair she did, and kept talking and talking but Feyre and her cousin just stayed at the doorway looking at each other, then his smirk turned into a smile “Feyre,” she shivered, his voice could only be described as the midnight sky, “I am glad to find out I have such interesting and art inclined neighbours” he all but purred before extending his hand to her, “Rhysand, please call me Rhys” Rhys Rhys Rhys

“Nice to meet you Rhys” she shakes his hand trying to hide her anxious state, “come in Feyre darling” she slowly walked in trying not to pass out looking around his apartment, it was the same as hers, a living room connecting with a small kitchen and three closed doors, two to the left one to the right and a huge window up ahead.

“Nice place, I like your decoration” she says softly standing next to Mor,

“Thank you, I think more paintings are due if you’d like to bless me with some” he grins leaning back against the wall

“Shoot, I have to go, Mor stands up hurriedly checking on her phone, Em needs me to pick her up from the library, catch you guys later” she kisses Feyre’s cheek before she storms off and Feyre is left awkwardly standing in a stranger’s house, handsome stranger but stranger nonetheless. She looks at him and he has a curious look on his handsome face, Feyre clears her throat. “Well I should be on my way, nice to meet you Rhysand” she said politely before walking towards the door,

“Wouldn’t you like to see where I put your painting Feyre?” He asks soflty, velvetly looking at her, not waiting for an answer before he starts walking towards one of the doors to the left smirking at her before he walks in, curiously she follows and as he turns off the small lights by the door Feyre’s eyes widen gazing at a huge piano in the centre of an otherwise empty room, safe for the painting on the left wall, the wall she realizes that connects their apartments, Rhys is the piano guy, Rhys Mor’s cousin is the piano guy, Rhys who lives next door is Mor’s cousin and is the piano guy, Rhys who now has her painting of the piano guy that is Rhys who is Mor’s cousin and lives right next door- her mind is spiriling down a hill of panic and she’s just standing there staring at the piano trying not to bolt out the room,

“Do you like music Feyre?” He softly asks as he glances at her before taking a seat, opening the lid and his hands trace slowly and softly at the keys, she thinks she can’t breathe when he starts playing, the same slow yet full of life melody she heard the first day, that very first song that made her heart beat with purpose again, with a longing for life. She swallowed the sob that nearly broke through her and she nodded realizing he isn’t looking at the keys but at her, “I love music yes especially this piece, did you write it?” She asks looking at his hands, trying to stay focused, he grins his eyes sparkling

“Yes, yes I did, how does it make you feel?” He asks curiously looking at her as he keeps playing, skilled enough to not needing to look over

“Alive” she whispers not able to take her eyes off of him as he stands up and walks to her, his hand now as gently as before lifting her chin up so their eyes meet,

“Alive” he agrees before bowing down to graze his lips against hers, their eyes closing as they connect and the world falls into place, her hands moving to touch his shoulders, his to cup her cheeks and Feyre was sure she could still hear the music as he smiled against her lips.

“Here’s to living” he whispers grinning

“Here’s to dreaming” she replies before kissing him again.