#that started with me being late and making about five mistakes (one of which with difficult to manage consequences)

[obstinatecondolement]

Trying not to be a weirdo conspiracy theorist with a persecution complex about this, but I am getting the impression that the co-worker who has been chilly with me lately has asked not work with me as much as is possible/my manager is trying not to roster us together as much as is possible because the co-worker complained about me.

[vioartemis]

All I ever wanted

(g!p Sam Carpenter x fem! reader)

Summary: Sam and you had gotten into an argument, you decide to be petty and go to a party you know she told you not to go to... Warnings: (+18), smut, g!p Sam, unprotected sex, (let me know if I forgot something) Request is here :)) a/n: I uh never wrote g!p before so it might be really bad 💀 (English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if there are mistakes or if something doesn't make sense TvT)

A few hours ago, your girlfriend and you had a fight about one of her colleagues. Maybe you were a little jealous of Sam's coworker, and of the attention your girlfriend had been giving her lately.

You were more than a little jealous, actually. You couldn't help it.

Even though Sam had told you she didn't give a damn about the girl, your insecurities couldn't stop telling you that maybe the girl likes your girlfriend in more than a just-coworkers way. I mean who wouldn't?

You had spent the last hours on the couch while Sam went to see her therapist. You were upset, even if it wasn't totally her fault. But still. She was giving this random girl more attention than she was giving you.

And that pissed you off.

"Hey, where are you going?" you ask Tara, seeing her exiting her room in a pirate costume

"I uh... I'm going to a party"

"What party? The OKB party Sam forbid us to go to?"

Tara rolled her eyes.

"Don't start to act like her Y/n, please. I'm an adult, I can-"

"I wasn't going to prevent you from going. Actually..." you stand up and stretch "Do you mind waiting for me so I can put on a costume?"

She looked at you with wide eyes. Until then, you were always on Sam's side.

"Uh, sure..."

She's still a little shocked by your behavior when you come back five minutes later, dressed in a homemade cowgirl costume; white shirt, opened to reveal your black bra, and denim shorts that covered only what had to be covered.

"You're going to the party... like that? Don't you think it's a little... you know..."

That's the moment Quinn chose to enter the living room. She whistled at the sight of you.

"I didn't think you were the kind of person to wear that, Y/n..." the redhead said "Were are you going?"

"OKB party" you replied, buttoning your shirt up

"The one Sam told you not to go to?"

"Yeah"

"She's gonna be sooo mad..."

You didn't reply, tying your vest around your waist to cover you bottom half while you're not at the party.

"See you later Quinn" you simply said, putting your hat on your head before grabbing your keys and opening the door.

The party was great, everyone was having fun. You had left you vest to Anika and Mindy, who were sitting on a couch, and went dancing with Tara.

After a while you excused yourself and went in the kitchen to grab something to drink.

"Hey there beautiful" a voice said behind you, as a hand was placed on your shoulder

You turned around, and faced the guy, raising an eyebrow as you tried to figure out whether you knew him or not.

"What a pretty girl like you is doing here all alone, hm?"

"Just looking for something to drink" you said

"Here. I'm Frankie by the way"

The guy handed you a half full bottle, which you grabbed and poured yourself a glass.

"Thanks, Frankie"

You handed him the bottle and left the kitchen as soon as he grabbed it.

"Wait!" he said, making you roll your eyes "Why don't we stay together a little, hm? We could have fun..."

"I'm gonna have to pass"

"C'mon, don't be such a prude...!" he mumbled, grabbing your wrist and pulling you closer to him

"I'm not being a prude, I'm not interested. I have a girlfriend and love her very much. Let go of me now."

"I'm not implying any love, just a kiss. C'mon..."

He tried to kiss you, but a sudden punch in the face made him stumble away. Too busy trying to get rid of him, you hadn't noticed Sam.

She was mad. At you probably, but mostly at Frankie for now. He seemed to have had enough with that punch, and almost ran away with a bloody nose.

"What were you thinking?" Sam asked, turning to you "I told you not go to that party! It was not for you to go dressed like... that!"

"I don't need your permission, Sam! I'm not a child, I do what I want."

She didn't answer and just threw her sweater to you.

"Cover yourself up, we'll talk about that when we get home."

You were only now noticing the crowd that formed around you. The amount of pair of eyes looking at you made you a little self-conscious, and you quickly put Sam's sweater on. It was way too big for you.

As soon as you have her sweater on, you girlfriend grabbed your wrist and pulled out with her, outside of the house, where Tara and the others were already waiting.

"Sam-" Tara started

"We're going to talk about that at home." her sister answered, walking past her, still dragging you behind her

The rest of the group was forced to follow without questions, not wanting to get yelled at. But not you. You were in a kinda petty move tonight it appeared.

You had walked a few meters when you released your wrist from her grip. Immediately, she turned to face you.

"Stop trying to control us, Sam. You have to let us live our lives!" you said

"I'm not trying to control you, I just want to protect you, Y/n"

"Protect me from what? Sam, you can't live in the past like that, you need to move on!"

There's a silence between the two of you, soon broken by some random girl.

"Hey!" she said to Sam

Your girlfriend turned around, only for the girl to throw her soda on her.

"Murderer!" the girl continued

Chad and Tara pulled her back before she could push the girl away, but no one tried to hold you back. You took the opportunity to grab the girl's collar and punched her in the face.

You raised your arm to strike again, but you felt an arm wrapping around your waist, holding you back. Sam. You tried to break free, but she was too strong. The only thing you could do was glare at the other girl, who was running away.

Sam released you after the girl was out of sight, and took a look at your hand, worried you might have hurt yourself.

"... Thank you for defending me..." she said, her eyes not leaving your bruised hand "I thought..."

You shake your head, squeezing her hand gently.

"Just because we had a fight doesn't mean I'm gonna let anyone talk to you like that..."

Sam looked up, her dark eyes meeting yours.

"I'm... I'm sorry for this morning... I shouldn't have said all that..." you apologized "It's just..." you sighed "I was scared... I am scared you will lose interest and find someone better than me..."

Her expression softened at your words. She let go of your hand and cupped your cheeks, tilting your head up and pressing her lips on yours in a tender kiss.

"I will not lose interest in you, Y/n. You're all I ever wanted. I don't want anyone else"

You gave her a little smile before wrapping your arms around her and hugged her tight, whispering a 'thank you'. She hugged you back happily, caressing your hair.

"Let's go home, hm?"

You nodded, making the hug last a bit longer before letting go of her. She took your hand, giving you a warm smile, and you started to make your way home.

Once you reached the apartment, Sam and you went to your shared bedroom. As soon as you got in, she pressed another soft kiss on your lips.

"You know... I found it kinda hot when you punched that girl" she chuckled

"Well, if I'm being completely honest with you... I found it kinda hot too when you punched that guy" you replied with a smile

"You know what else I found hot tonight?" Sam asked, taking off 'your' hoodie "You in that costume"

She looked you up and down, biting her bottom lip as her eyes stopped on your bra, before going back up to your lips, against which she pressed her own in a passionate kiss.

Her hands are in your short's back pockets, grabbing your ass and pulling you close as her lips dip down to suck marks on your neck.

Your fingers were soon tangled in her soft hair, your other hand gripping her arm slightly.

"Sam…" you let out in a breath

"Hm?" she hummed against your skin, her lips now on your collarbone.

"Tara’s here, she might hear us…"

"We’ll have to keep quiet them, hm?"

Her lips came back to yours as her hands left your back pockets to take off your shirt, and the rest of your clothes.

You helped her getting rip off her clothes as well, and can’t help the wave of arousal that flooded through you at the sight of her semi hard cock, precum already forming at her tip.

"See what you do to me?" Sam said with a smirk, her hand trailing down to your pussy "My, my… seems like you’re ready for me already" her smirk grew wider "Now be a good girl and get on your hands and knees for me"

You complied, getting on all fours on the bed, exposing your already wet cunt to her. She positioned herself behind you, hands on your ass, caressing it gently as she looked at your center.

"Why are you only obedient when I'm about to fuck you, hm?"

"What...?"

"I told you not to go to this party, didn't I? And what did you do?"

Not so happy with your lack of answer, her fingers wrapped around your throat and she pulled you flush against her.

"What did you do?"

"I went to the party..." you said in a breath, trying to concentrate on something else than her front pressed against your back.

You could feel every curve of hers, from her hard nipples to her thick cock, passing by her well defined abs.

"That's right" she released your throat, causing you to fall back down on the bed "I think a punishment is needed. But as you already apologized... 6 should be enough to remind you not to disobey me"

A gasp left your throat as her hand landed on your right ass cheek. She leaned in, whispering right next to your ear.

"Remember, you have to keep quiet, or Tara might hear us..."

Not wanting to get caught in that position, you buried your face in the pillow just as Sam gave your ass another slap, harder than before. She waited a few second for the pain to disappear a bit and gave your ass a hard slap you were sure would leave a mark.

After she did the same on the other side, she rubbed your reddened skin softly to soothe the pain, planting a gentle kiss on the back of your neck.

"You did good, princess. Here comes your reward for being such a good girl..." she said gently, slipping her middle and ring fingers in your dripping cunt, eliciting a moan from you

She pumped her fingers in and out a few times before pulling them out and shoving them in her mouth. She loved the taste of you, always so sweet.

She positioned herself behind you again, lining herself up with you, before thrusting in slowly.

She started moving her hips slowly, almost teasingly. You tried to fuck her back, but she held you in place, gripping your hips tightly.

The slaps had gotten you so horny, you felt like you were already about to cum

She picked up her pace, bringing you closer to your release, and she could tel you were close, by the way your pussy tightened around her cock, and by how the pillow was having a hard time muffling the loud moans that escaped your throat.

But just as you were about to cum, she pulled out, causing you to let out a whine. She then flipped you over, so you were resting on your back.

"Why'd you stop...?"

"I want to see your pretty face when I make you cum"

Saying that, she thrusted back into you and began to move her hips at a steady pace, fucking you so good it didn't take more than a minute for you to release all over her cock with a loud moan, too lost in the pleasure to care about Tara hearing you anymore.

If you weren't so overwhelmed, you would have seen Sam biting her lip at the sight of you coming undone under her, and you would have felt her cock throbbing inside you as she fucked you through your orgasm.

As she continued to pound into you, she leaned in and wrapped her lips around your erect nipple, sucking on it, before flickering it with tongue. She had a wide grin on her face.

She leaned back again.

At this moment, all of her senses were occupied by you.

The sight of you, under her, skin glistening with sweat, back arched, head thrown back; the moans that slipped out of your mouth, the way you moaned her name, begging her to go faster, the sound of skin slapping; the smell of you all over her, everywhere in the room; the taste of you, still on her tongue from earlier; the way you felt around her, so tight, so warm, taking her in perfectly, almost as if you were meant to haver inside of you.

All of this drove her crazy. She wanted to make you feel so good the only thing you would remember would be her name. She wanted to make you hers. Because you were. hers. Hers to love, hers to kiss, hers to fuck. You were her soulmate; she was sure of that.

It's with that thought in mind that she came deep inside of you, filling you up with her warm seed. The feeling made you cum again, eyes rolling to the back of your head, moaning her name repeatedly like a mantra.

She pulled out after a few more lazy thrusts, watching as her cum drip from your hole onto the sheets with a wide grin. She laid beside you on the bed, wrapping her arms around your waist, pulling you close, and placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

"Is everything okay? Was I too harsh with the slaps...?"

"Not at all! It was perfect, Sam, really" you replied reassuringly, tilting your head up to kiss her on the lips "You're perfect. You're all I ever wanted, but better. Sometimes I feel like we're meant to be..." you confessed

"Really? I feel that too. Maybe... maybe we're soulmates"

"I didn't think you believed in soulmates...! But I'm glad you do. I hope we are. I hope we're soulmates. I-"

"You got cut off by Tara and Quinn's voices in the hall.

"And they say I'm loud..."

"Do you know how much it would cost to have the walls insulated?"

Sam chuckled as she heard the conversation, and you both blushed in embarrassment.

"I told you to keep quiet, baby..."

You rolled your eyes with a smile, and playfully smacked her arm.

You wished to have the chance to live more moments like this with her, laughing, smiling, crying even, as long as you were together.

[jishyucks]

True Love Gave to Me Masterlist

—  A Holiday Series of Short Oneshots

Ah~ the holiday season—a season of giving, of joy and laughter, of overflowing love… Why not spread this festive warmth with 12 short stories set during this time of year?

‣ featuring: hyung line of nct dream x reader, 00line of stray kids x reader, & 02z of enhypen x reader

‣  genre: all very fluffy! and holiday-themed (some are cliche but who hates cliches), specifics and warnings will be listed under each fic!

one.

‣ pairing: mark lee x reader ‣ genre: fluff, implied friends-to-lovers, classmates au

Sure, it was disheartening seeing everyone receive a holiday candy gram but you, especially when you’re the one in charge of selling them at lunch. But don't worry, yours is on the way. He’s just… running a bit late.

Received!

two.

‣ pairing: hwang hyunjin x reader ‣ genre: fluff, implied friends-to-lovers, rich-kid!au

You’ve quickly established that no one at this damn charity gala cares about the event’s purpose. They were just there to party. And you wanted nothing else but to leave; alternatively, in which Hyunjin saves you from your misery to see the city’s Christmas lights.

Received!

three.

‣ pairing: park jay x reader ‣ genre: fluff, coworkers-to-something more?, subtly hurt/comfort

Your ability to empathize was a blessing and curse. When you see your boss sitting alone in his office on Christmas Day, you can’t help but invite him to your family party. And when he actually says yes, you’re kind of stuck regretting the offer simply because you’re not sure how this is going to turn out.

Received!

four.

‣ pairing: huang renjun x reader ‣ genre: fluff, academic rivals to (implied) lovers, forced proximity

You don’t hate many things, but you could proudly say that you hate snow and Huang Renjun. And now that the universe has decided that it was a great idea to have you snowed in with the smartass himself, you’ll gladly add the universe to that list.

Received!

five.

‣ pairing: han jisung x reader ‣ genre: fluff, implied f2l/coworkers-to-lovers

In all honesty, you had no idea why you decided to take up the job of gift wrapping at your local mall. There are moms constantly yelling at you, your fingers are covered in papercuts, and the hours are long. Luckily, your coworker, Jisung, is there to make it more bearable.

Received!

six.

‣ pairing: jake sim x reader ‣ genre: fluff, meet-cute, implied strangers to something more

After months of being apart from your family, you finally get to fly back home for the holidays. On the flight there, you’re placed next to a cute stranger who has taken it upon himself to talk to you. What happens when the roads from the airport are closed overnight and you’re stuck with said stranger? You’re just hoping he doesn’t have any plans of kidnapping you.

Received!

seven.

‣ pairing: lee jeno x reader ‣ genre: fluff, implied f2l/coworkers-to-lovers, secret admirer au, office!au

When gifts start appearing on your work desk on December 1st, you have no choice but to hunt down the man who’s been planting them. And with only 7 men on the floor, this shouldn’t be difficult… Right?

Received!

eight.

‣ pairing: felix lee x reader ‣ genre: fluff, implied f2l, hurt/comfort

Spending Christmas sick and in bed wasn’t Felix’s ideal way of spending the holiday. Being the best friend that you are, you decide to take care of him. Who would have thought that Felix was clingy when he had the flu?

Received!

nine.

‣ pairing: park sunghoon x reader ‣ genre: fluff, friends-to-lovers

After weeks of stalling, you finally let Sunghoon take you skating—and with how close you two are, you hope he mistakes the beating of your heart for the beat of the music.

Received!

ten.

‣ pairing: lee donghyuck x reader ‣ genre: fluff, established relationship

They weren’t lying when they said that the holiday season was the busiest time of year. With finals rolling around, gift shopping for your family, and keeping yourself in check, you barely have time to give your boyfriend the attention he wants. Donghyuck, however, has a way to work around this; alternatively, in which Donghyuck just wants one kiss and you think it’ll be funny not to give it to him

Received!

eleven.

‣ pairing: kim seungmin x reader ‣ genre: fluff, frenemies to lovers

After cursing the city and their poor excuse of cleaning the streets, you eventually swallow your pride and call your friends to help you free your car from the snow. And out of all the people that could have come, it really had to be Seungmin…

Received!

twelve.

‣ pairing: na jaemin x reader ‣ genre: fluff, f2l/co'workers'-to-lovers

You have two weaknesses—Gojo and men with kids… and you guess, Jaemin. That would make it three, but he falls under that second category; alternatively, in which you weren’t really planning on developing feelings for Na Jaemin but seeing him work with kids all the time at the local community centre is making it damn hard not to.

Received!

‣ an: another episode of me being ambitious cause I have so many other WIPS, so we'll see if I'll manage to do these on time (if not, Christmas lasts until Jan 6,,, soo) but don't worry I am motivated to actually complete this!—anyways, I love Christmas and the holiday season so much that I had to do this,,, and I didn’t rly do anything for when I reached 1k so why not? I'm aware it's 'true love sent to me' but this fits the theme more,,, PLEASE ENJOY AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!—things might change as I go!

!! if anyone is interested in joining a tag list, please let me know! just indicate if you'd like to be tagged on all of them or certain groups/members!

[buckys-wintersoldier]

Mother Nature-Week | Chris Evans

Pairing -> Actor!Boyfriend!Chris Evans x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary -> You have your period while Chris is at work but when he finds out he makes sure to come home to bring you foot and comfort you.

Warnings -> (T) period cramps, one time talking about throwing up, a lot of fluff

Wordcount -> 1.5k

Request -> HAPPY NEW YEAR!! 🥳 Loved the new Andy image! 🥰 I’m in love with your writing, do you by chance have any fic with Chris or his character about where the reader starts her period and has bad cramps or something 👉🏼👈🏼 Mother Nature sent me a gift last night for new years and I’m dying need some Chris or Andy comfort or anyone lol !! Not even sure if you take requests but just wondering 💭 Have a good day 🌈✨😂

A/N -> Thank you and happy new year for you too. First of all thank you so much for those kind words, they really mean a lot to me. And I’m glad you love my work. I hope you’re oke and I hope the oneshot helps you a bit. Second, I take requests, yes so here we are. Sorry for mistakes, misunderstanding phrases, it’s so late but I wanted to finish this one before I sleep. So enjoy it ans thanks for your request.💕

Masterlist | Chris Evans Masterlist

You’re lying in bed, your hands around your stomach, trying to comfort yourself while worse cramps make your day shitty. It’s the second January of the new year, and Mother Nature thought you really needed your period again; otherwise, the start of the new year wouldn't be as great as yet, right?

Your arms wrapped around your body don't really help; they don't warm you, and they don’t stop those cramps. Sometimes you’re not sure if your body hates you or if you just need Chris with you, and your body shows you because when he isn’t there, your cramps are worse. Or his talented hands are just good when they hold your belly warm and his fingers draw small circles on your skin.

Chris is at work filming his new movie, and you’re at home with bad cramps. That’s definitely not the way you wanted to spend the day. You have nothing against being in bed for half of the day and cuddling with your boyfriend, but being in bed with cramps and your period but without your boyfriend? You can definitely imagine better plans for the day.

Something like a cold shiver along your spine while your whole body feels like you’re sweating lets you groan. You don’t care about sweating anymore; taking a shower isn’t included in the plan for today when Chris isn’t at home. Everything feels like it’s spinning, and if you try to stand for a while, you will probably fall down because your legs feel like jelly.

You don’t really have time to think about it all because your cramps are way too hurtful to focus on something else. The worst about the cramps and your period? You got them today, which means you will have them for another four to six days. So you can already plan the next few days in bed with a lot of cramps in your stomach and even more food you want to eat.

You have your blanket wrapped around you. Just your nose and your eyes looking out of it, and you feel like a burrito. Something you wouldn’t say no to yet when someone offered you a burrito. Before you can think about more food, you feel your phone buzzing. Somewhere underneath you. But you’re not really sure where it is, and you actually don’t really want to move right now.

With your one hand, you try to find your phone; maybe it's Chris who calls you, and you don’t want to ignore him. He could bring you some food, so you should definitely not ignore him. It doesn’t take long - maybe four or five times, rolling from one side to the other, touching every inch you can reach - before you roll back and try to find your phone on the other side.

You don’t know how it came to that place, but you found it under your left thigh. The blanket was between them, and you needed a moment to figure out how to reach it without unwrapping yourself. But you managed it, and you can finally pick up the call. It’s Chris, like you thought, and with a small smile, you roll to the side to place your phone so you don’t have to hold it in your hand the whole time.

“Hey, princess,” he says, smiling into the camera. “Still in bed, huh?” Chris jokes, and you nod.

When you just nodded, he immediately knew something was wrong, and his expression changed from a happy one to a worried one. You want to tell him that nothing is wrong, but it wouldn’t be true, and you also don’t want him to worry about you. Your period is something you have every month, but he is always worried when you have it because you don't feel well. And Chris hates to see you when you’re not as euphoric and happy as usual, especially when he isn’t there to comfort you and bring you as much food as you want.

“What’s wrong, babe?” he asks, and you mumble something, but he doesn’t really understand it.

“Cramps,” you repeat.

“Mother nature?” Chris asks, and you nod.

He always calls it that because when he said it the first time, you felt way more comfortable. And especially when he is at work and everyone can listen, it feels more like a secret sentence the two of you use, and not everyone immediately knows what’s wrong. You’re not ashamed of having it, but you feel way more comfortable, and Chris does everything to make sure you feel good and loved.

“I will be back in thirty minutes; what do you need?” he asks, and you chuckle but shake your head.

“You need to work; I’ll be fine,” you tell him, but you know he is too stubborn, so he will be home in thirty minutes, and he doesn’t care if you say yes or no.

Of course you want to have him at home and cuddle with you, but you also know he has to do his job. He always told you he was just a call away, and right now you don’t want to discuss it with him; you want him with you, holding you close against him.

And when the next cramp in your stomach is worse than the others and you hiss softly, he is sure he won’t let you be alone at home. He will be there in thirty minutes with your food, and then he will comfort you until you feel better.

“Chocolate, burrito, sandwich with cheese and one with chicken, and a cucumber, please." You tell him the things you would like to eat, and he laughs softly, but before he hangs up, he stops.

“Ice cream and cookies, right?”

“Yes, those things too, please,” you say, and then he hangs up to finally come home.

It doesn’t take thirty minutes until Chris is home. He immediately comes into your shared bedroom and finds you still wrapped in your blanket.

“I’m home,” he says, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

He lets his fingers slide through your hair before he leans down and kisses the top of your head softly. You’re watching a movie where he plays the main character, and when he hears his own voice, he looks at the television and laughs.

“It’s still weird to hear my own voice on the television. I bought you something, princess,” Chris says, sitting up to reach for a little bag, which he places between your legs.

You sit up and lean your back against the headboard. Then you try to reach the bag, but your boyfriend is faster and pulls it closer to him.

“Wait, you get what I have, but let me give it to you,” he says, laughing, and you groan.

Chris looks into the bag before he gives you the chocolate, the sandwiches, and the cucumber. You take it all and place it in your lap. While he was giving you the things, you opened the chocolate, and half of it was already in your belly when he looked at you in amusement.

“Oke, you didn't tell me what kind of burrito you like, so I have two,” he tells you, and his smile gets bigger.

When he lifts something else out of the bag, you chuckle. Chris holds a little stuffie, which looks like a burrito, in his hand. He hands it to you before he looks for the other burritos to give them to you as well.

“Thank you so much,” you say, cuddling with the stuffie while Chris places the bag on the side and walks around the bed to let himself fall down next to you.

“Always for you, my love,” he says, kissing your cheek softly while grabbing a burrito for himself.

The two of you eat and talk a bit about his day on set. Your cramps aren’t really better, and Chris notices it because he slides his hand under the blanket and grips your waist to help you lay down. Then his one hand glides over your stomach, and he draws small circles on it.

“When I need to throw up, it’s your fault. I just ate a few minutes ago,” you mumble, but he shrugs and moves a bit closer.

He places his arm around your shoulders while the other scratches and warms your stomach. You feel your body relaxing, and within ten minutes the cramps are getting better, and you feel yourself slowly falling asleep in the arms of the man you love the most.

Chris looks at you, making sure to see every changing expression on your face. But when you almost fall asleep in his arms, he smiles at you, knowing he found the best way to get rid of your cramps and make your period less bad. He kisses your hair softly, then your cheek, and then he looks for his blanket to wrap around the two of you.

Your boyfriend will make it clear to his colleagues that he can’t come to work when you’re not feeling well. He wants to make sure to be there and cuddle in bed with you all day until your periods are better and you’re feeling much better.

“I love you, princess,” he mumbles and chuckles when you mumble a sleepy ‘I love you too' while you hold the burrito with one of your hands and his thigh with your other while you smile softly.

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[selfindulgentpixies]

Soothing words and decaf

Satoru Gojo x Reader x Suguru Geto one shot

When nightmares wake you up once again your boyfriends decide they can't just leave you to sit up alone. Gn!reader, reader wears glasses and has bad eyesight, not stated where in the timeline this is. It's an AU where Suguru never left though. This is really just to comfort myself because my nightmares have been bad lately and making sleep super difficult. It why i've been slow on writing stuff because i'm tired a lot. Also i couldn't decide on just one of them for this comfort fic and needed to be doted on by both. Pls excuse any typos or mistakes

You wake with a start, a stuttering in your chest and a choked gasp. You gaze blearily up at the ceiling, your current location slowly invades your senses and pushes away the personal hell your subconscious  had been creating for you. There’s warm breath fanning over the crown of your head. It would probably be ruffling your bangs if not for the fact they were plastered to your forehead by the sweat. You glance to your right and see that at some point in his sleep Satoru had decided you were his personal teddy bear. Your eyes then drift to the left and you jolt slightly to find that Suguru is blinking back at you with a combination of tiredness and concern. 

“Another one?” He asks, voice low and thick with sleep. This had unfortunately become routine.

You go to speak and nothing comes out the first try but upon clearing your throat slightly and trying again you let out a small. “Yeah.. Go back to sleep, Sugu.” 

He huffs a little at your words and how you begin to try and wiggle out of Satoru’s arms without waking him. An impossible task given that all three of you weren’t what anyone could call heavy sleepers. Trauma will do that afterall. So it’s unsurprising when Satoru grumbles and tightens his grip on you. “You should take your own advice.” Satoru’s voice is just as gravely as Suguru’s and when you glance up you see him peering down at you with his impossibly bright eyes. 

“You know I can’t do that… Let me up and the two of you can get some sleep.” You scoot up to a sitting position, Satoru's arms wrapped around your waist making your task of reaching over him to the side table to get your glasses a far harder task than it needed to be. You whine and flop on him. Fine you’d just be blind. You wiggle down and under his arm, surprised he allowed you to do so as you slide to the end of the bed to get up. 

You didn’t feel like giving Satoru a chance to change his mind about letting you go so you don’t walk past him to get your glasses and instead just pad your way into the kitchen. Your shared apartment with the two men was so familiar you could probably navigate it wearing Satoru’s blindfold. 

Once you’re close enough to the microwave to make out the little glowing numbers you let out a huff. It wasn’t even five am yet. You’d maybe managed to get four hours of sleep which was becoming painfully typical. Today would be another day of surviving off coffee and hopefully slipping in a nap as soon as you got a chance. Your nightmares seemed to happen less when you slept during the day. 

You’re shuffling around the cupboards getting down what you need to make coffee when you hear quiet foot falls, perhaps near silent for someone else but your ears were sensitive and seemingly more so when you chose to mostly forgo being able to see. Anything beyond a couple feet away from you losing all clarity and blurring around the edges. Impressions of objects you only recognized based on familiarity.

Well mostly. “That’s the sea salt, love.” Suguru whispers against the shell of your ear as he takes the long cylindrical container from your hand to place back on the shelf and then grabs a very similar but not identical container that houses the sugar. 

You grumble. “Why do we even keep them next to eachother on the shelf?” Suguru’s hair tickling your neck makes you twitch slightly but you don’t brush it or him away as he leans over you, enveloping you in his warmth, resting his chin on your head as he bends at the waist and wraps his arms around your middle.

“Normally you’re wearing your glasses and can tell the difference.” there’s the smallest hint of amusement to his voice. 

You sigh. That was true. It annoys you but it’s true. You rock back on your heels and lean into his chest. “Really you should get more sleep. Go cuddle with Satoru, I’m sure he’s lonely trying to sleep alon-”

A loud yawn cuts through the kitchen as Satoru walks in. “Too late, already here.” 

“Seriously you both should-” 

“If we should be sleeping so should you. So either you come back to bed with us, or we’re all starting our day at this ungodly hour.” You feel Suguru’s jaw moving against the top of your head as he talks. 

You frown deeply, slouching in his hold. “I… can’t sleep okay? If i go back to sleep it’ll probably just start again.” 

Suguru hums and rocks the both of you back and forth. “Then it sounds like we’re all getting up then, right Satoru? “ He turns you both so you’re facing Satoru who’s much closer now.

Another yawn. “Sounds about right.” And as he says this he places your glasses on your face, bringing his own into focus for you. Satoru is beautiful as always but definitely looks like he needs more sleep. But you know very well how stubborn both he and Suguru are, they’re worse than you are. 

You cave. “Fine, stay up if you want then.” You wanted to sound petulant but instead you just sound tired. Suguru Squeezes you before rising to his full height and releasing you. “Go relax, I’ll make the coffee.” 

Before you can respond he gives you a small nudge in Satoru’s direction who doesn’t give you time to protest as he scoops you up and carries you toward the plush living room couch. He flops both of you down before rolling you so he’s squishing you into the plush fabric. “Satoruuuu-” You try to protest as he nuzzles into your neck. If you were more awake you might have caught on to what the two men were doing since in the kitchen Suguru put away the regular coffee and switched it out for decaf before brewing it. They still had some hope of lulling you back to sleep and caffeine wasn’t part of that. They knew you well enough that you likely just needed to be soothed and given time to get out of your head so you could be directed back to bed. 

“Mmm don’t want to cuddle me?” He pouts at you.

“You’re squishing me, you big menace!” 

The two of you go back and forth, you sinking back into the couch and giving Satoru his way despite complaining when what feels like suddenly Suguru is there holding two mugs of coffee and judging by the heap of whipcream on the third mug a cup of hot chocolate for Satoru. He kicks one of Satoru’s legs. “Move over and quit crushing them. “ 

Satoru grunts and starts to complain until he looks At Suguru and spots the mug topped with whipcream. He sits up quickly, suddenly looking angelic which earns a sigh from both you and the long haired man. You sit up and give Suguru a grateful smile as he passes you one of the steaming mugs. “Thank you, Sugu.” 

“Of course.” He leans forward and brushes his lips over your forehead. He gets you to scoot over slightly and as you often do you find yourself squished between the two men. You didn’t need to be squished, the couch was big enough, Satoru just seemed dead set on not moving further than he had to. 

You don’t really talk as you quietly sip at your coffee, instead listening to Satoru and Suguru talk about the upcoming day, voices low and soothing. You hardly notice when your mug is pulled from your hands and placed on the coffee table before you can spill the remnants of your drink on your lap. You blink rapidly realizing you’ve been completely zoned out only now to have Satoru’s face directly in yours. It’s brief because the next thing you know he’s picked you up for the second time that night, or rather morning. “Satoru-” You cut off in a yawn and wrap your arms around his shoulders, body shaking slightly with a stretch. 

“I think it’s time we head back to bed. Suguru and I have been talking to you and you haven’t even noticed,” he says amusement clear in his voice. You can hear Suguru in the background putting your mugs in the sink before following the two of you.

“Mm sorry,” you mumble against his shoulder, your glasses being pushed askew though you couldn’t care less. You feel more than hear Satoru laugh. And it feels like in the next blink he’s laying you back in bed, and gently slipping your glasses off before crawling in after you, wrapping you in his arms. It’s only a couple moments later that Suguru follows. A rough warm hand sliding under your sleep shirt to splay over your stomach. 

You’re finally back asleep then, safely tucked between the two of them where no harm can come to you, even if your dreams make you feel otherwise. The two of them will always be there to remind you that you’re safe.

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Joel Miller x f!reader: We Have Each Other

Summary: You and Joel haven't been together as much lately and you're feeling a little insecure. Warnings: Little angsty but is happy at the end, Joel being a softie, tears (?), reassurance from Joel Please let me know if I missed anything! Was feeling a lil bit inspired so came up with this. This had not been proof read so any mistakes are completely my own. Enjoy and don't forget to like and reblog so that the algorithm can do its thing. Words: 1,0k

You and Joel had been together for a while, meeting him when you quite literally bumped into him in a café. Joel had never given you any reason to feel insecure in your relationship and was always complementing, reassuring and praising you. However, after a few late nights at work for the two of you, that meant not seeing Joel as much which seemed to have worn down your self-confidence. 

You had helped raise Sarah since you moved in when she was just six years old and Joel never denied how much of a mother figure you were to her, him being the one to reassure you after she had called you mom one night before bed. But after barely seeing the girl or Joel, you almost felt as if you had drifted from the pair. 

You cut the engine of your car and unlocked the front door to the house, taking off your shoes before heading to the kitchen to get dinner started. What you had failed to notice was Joel’s truck on the curb and his muddy workboots sitting on a newspaper at the bottom of the stairs. “Hey, pretty girl.” He called from the stove and your head snapped up, lips turning up in a forced smile. 

“Hi, Joel.” You could see the colour drain from his face and a gasp come from the eleven year old sitting at the counter. “What?” You asked, confused and Sarah just laughed.

“You used his government name. You never call him that.” She stood from her seat and held her hands up. “I’m gonna leave you guys to it.” She said, leaving and Joel walked towards you.

“Have I done something wrong, darlin’?” He asked and you shook your head.

“No, baby. No you haven’t done anything wrong. I’m just tired that’s all, slipped my mind. What’re you making?” You asked, letting him wrap his arms around your waist. 

“Sarah wanted homemade pizzas but we can have somethin’ different if you’re not feelin’ it.” He offered but you shook your head. 

“Pizza sounds good. I’m going to get a shower and change.” You told him, letting him kiss your cheek before walking up the stairs and heading towards your shared bedroom. 

The hot water hit your neck as you rested your forehead against the cool tiles, trying to will the stress of your week away. Within five minutes of trying to let yourself relax, tears began cascading down your cheeks and you couldn’t hold back the sobs that erupted from your throat. 

Your mind began to wander as you thought about all the possible reasons why you had become so detached to your little family. From there it only got worse. 

If you and Joel split up, you would be alone. Joel’s family was your family and without them you’d have nothing. He’d have Sarah and Tommy and you’d be left all alone. A knock on the bathroom door broke you out of your thoughts. “Sweetheart? Everythin’ ok in there?” You couldn’t find the words to answer him and the door gently creaked open, your hands automatically coming up to shield your body and the frown reappeared on Joel’s face. 

“Have I upset you honey? Ain’t no other reason to be hidin’ from me.” He walked closer towards you with a towel and opened the door, reaching in to turn off the water. “Come on doll, let’s get you dried.” He seemed to have noticed the redness and puffiness of your eyes because his frown deepened, if that was even possible. 

“I’m ok, just tired.” You muttered but Joel shook his head, gently drying you off with a towel and pressing gentle kisses along your cheek. 

“I think you’re a little more than just tired honey. And that’s ok.” He finished drying you off and helped you into a fresh set of pyjamas before sitting you on the edge of the bed. “Give me two seconds.” He walked back into the bathroom and returned with some of your skin care products and the hairbrush and a hair tie. 

He sat behind you and worked his way through your hair, getting all of the tangles out before putting it into a loose braid and pulling you back to lean against his chest. “Can’t believe you’re all mine. Can’t believe I get to be yours.” He whispered in your ear, his hands settling on your lower abdomen. “You wanna talk about it?” 

You shrugged and he nodded, ready for you to talk whenever you felt like it. Time passed by and Joel just let you lay there, content to have his heart beat thrumming a steady tune against the back of your head. “Just feeling a little down, that’s all.” You admitted and Joel nodded, giving you the freedom to continue talking if you wished. “I just missed thisl.” 

“I know you feel like wanting all this makes you some kind of ‘needy’ partner but I need you to promise me you’ll tell me before it gets to this point. Even if you have to wake me up in the middle of the night so I can tell you how pretty you are or how beautiful you look.” He promised and you smiled slightly, still not feeling great. 

“You ever wonder what would happen if we split up?” You asked and Joel tensed.

“Well I was under the impression that we were quite stable in our relationship so no I can’t say I do think about it. Why? Should I be worried?” He asked and you were quick to turn around and shake your head, hands resting on his arms. 

“No! Joel I promise it isn’t that I’m thinking- I don’t want to break up with you and I love you. I just keep overthinking things and I realised that if we broke up, I'd have no one. I mean you have Tommy and Sarah but I’d have no one. You are my family so if I lost you, I’d be alone.” You whispered, tears welling in your eyes once more. Joel seemed to think over your statement for a few moments before he sighed and lifted you gently so that you were sitting facing him on the bed. “You gotta listen to me now honey, ok? Ain’t no part of me that’s lettin’ go of you that easily. You mean too much to the three of us to just let you go that easily. Don’t you ever say that you don’t got anybody because I can promise that you will always have me. We have each other.”

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Let's Dance

Summary: Y/N and Angus at a frat party. Shenanigans ensue.

Word Count: 4k

MDNI because of directions this will go in the future.

Authors Note: This will probably start a wee series of college age Angus and Y/N having some classic college adventures. Also was really hard to figure out what fraternity I don't HATE based on irl experiences. DU is fine but on god fuck Delta Chi and fuck SNU. That's all <3 hope you enjoy. (also I said I'd get this out today and I still got 30 minutes to spare! go me)

Down the hall you heard your friend, Abby, shriek as another girl cackled at her misfortune. You simply shook your head at yourself and continued to try and get the perfect curl in your hair without burning it all off in the process. It was the second Friday of the Fall term which meant the honorable men of Delta Upsilon invited your, and many other, sororities to their house for their yearly toga party. It was how they properly introduced their newest men to everyone. You had found a pale yellow sheet in the bottom of your suitcase that you definitely hadn’t been saving just for this occasion, even since you heard about it last year. You weren’t one for attention, especially from fraternity brothers, but so what, you wanted to look good if you were going to look silly at the same time. 

“Y/N please you’ve been in there for an hour, let’s go,” Abby whined through the door following it with some demonic scraping from her nails. You laughed and set your curling iron down, deciding this would just have to be good enough. You opened the door to see her nearly tumble in after leaning on the door to wait for you.

“Oh come on it wasn’t that long,” you laughed as you gently pushed her arm. 

“You’re right it’s actually been five hours. For fucks sake all the cute boys will be gone by the time we get there!” she groaned, throwing her hand against her forehead dramatically. You scoffed and rolled your eyes as you walked into your room to grab your bag and coat. 

“They’re frat brothers, you aren’t missing out I promise,” you mutter as you throw your keys and lipgloss into your bag. You hesitate before admittedly throwing a condom into your bag, trying to do so out of view of Abby before she crucified you for just calling the boys unworthy. 

“But Jake was so nice to me during football season last week,” Abby continued as she flopped onto your bed.

“What were you wearing?” you asked, putting your arms carefully into your coat to try and avoid running your perfect knots keeping the sheet up and over you. 

“My cheerleading uniform but I hardly see how that’s relevant,” she answered, raising an eyebrow as she lifted her head. You zipped up your jacket and shrugged.

“ ‘M just saying there may have been some ulterior motives,”. She threw a pillow from your bed at you which you laughed at and dodged before it thunked to the floor. “Alright sleepyhead let’s go I hear we’re late,” you said as you turned out the door. She quickly jumped up and trailed close behind you. 

Abby was a year younger than you, it was her first year in college and you had been trying to keep a close, but not too close eye on her. There were certain mistakes everyone in college had to make once, just to learn how to be a human, but there were other ones you figured you could save her from. One of these being, frat boys. 

You two walked down the cold Boston suburban-esque street, her bouncing off the sidewalk beside you listing off everyone she’d gotten to know this week. You could only nod and laugh as you tried to figure out how she wasn’t freezing. It was a Friday night so you could hear music and shouts coming from several of the houses you passed, but it wasn’t until you got to Greek row it got real rambunctious. Even outside of the Sigma Tau Epsilon house, a large horde of white toga-ed folks were forming. Part of you just wanted to scurry back home and call it a night, but you knew once you were a few drinks in you’d warm up to the idea of socializing. It was just going to be a grin-and-bear-it situation until then. Before you could even track her down, Abby had started talking to a tall blonde guy who was certainly a fifth year. You grabbed her wrist and dragged her away from him. 

“At least talk to someone reasonable for your age,” you chided her. 

“Oh come on mom,” she whined, but happily followed you dragging her inside. Inside was thick with the waft of alcohol, cigarettes, weed, and BO. As expected of course. You dragged her inside and threw your bag into a safe looking corner and draped your coat over it. People didn’t usually take shit unless it looked valuable. 

“Okay- you ready for this?” you asked, turning to your bright-eyed and optimistic friend. She eagerly nodded. You couldn’t help but smile at her. You were in her shoes only a year ago. The two of you wander into the kitchen area to try and steal some drinks from the coolers before any of the boys could catch you. You tossed your friend a Coor’s and cracked open your own before weaving between the robed frat boys and girls to try and nudge your way to the basement where the music was thumping from. It was Marvin Gaye incredibly, and impressively loud.

You start to make your way down the stairs before you realized Abby wasn’t trailing behind you. Your head snapped back and found her somehow talking to the Jake boy. How she did that was beyond you, but you did have to admit Jake wasn’t terrible looking. At least if she was going to be infatuated he was going to be cute. Her hand touched his bicep as she laughed at his joke, making eye contact with you and shooting you a wink. Okay, she was fine. You raised your drink in silent cheers before continuing down the stairs. 

If upstairs was hot, the basement was hellish. You could feel the speakers in your bones as everyone stood dancing and gyrating around each other in the middle of the basement. Maybe it was good it was a toga party, less clothes to stink up the place. Most of the girls seemed to at least figure to wear a bra underneath. Others seemed to be a little less fortunate as they tried to cover themselves and retie their sheets. You find yourself pressed up to the side of the basement, enjoying the coolness of the wall, albeit fleeting. You nodded your head to the music as you sipped the beer. It wasn’t great, but it would get the job done to get your guard down a little. 

“Hey,”.

You nearly jump out of your skin as the new presence beside you scares the living shit out of you. Even though it was a crowded basement, someone standing specifically besides you really snapped you out of your wallflower state. You nearly spit out your beer but manage to keep it in as a last ditch at saving grace.

You’re glad you did as you look over to see who so rudely scared you. He was tall with a disheveled and sweaty mess of curly brown hair that stuck to his forehead and the side of his face. Precariously perched on top of the nest of hair was a wreath of (spray painted) gold laurels, an attempt to stick to the theme with the white bed sheet that hung off his lanky frame. He was looking down at you with a smirk plastered to the left corner of his face. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” he laughed with a raspy-esque voice, no doubt from yelling over music. He didn’t look like the other frat boys you were so used to.

“ ‘S alright,” you say as you instinctively tuck some of your loose hair behind your ear as a nervous habit, looking up at him. He leaned against the wall and cocked his head to the side.

“What’s your name?” he asked. You felt your stomach flip again, cursing the fact that you were just so critical of Abby falling head over heels in a single conversation. It was something about him that wasn’t like other frat boys you’d met. He wasn’t groping you or slurring his words. He was startlingly present. He also looked like a pipe cleaner compared to the jocks that usually joined greek life. It intrigued you. 

“Y/N, what about you?” you answered, leaning forward on your heels a little. You could blame the noise. He nodded, and kept staring into your eyes, like he was analyzing everything about you.

“Angus,” he said, leaning his head forward a little. Definitely because of the noise. “Do we have Greco Literature together?” he asked, “ you look insanely familiar”. You felt your face heat up a little as you realized you totally did have class with him, and had just never noticed him.

“At 10:00am? With Dr. Moreland?” you asked as you copied him and leaned against the wall on your side now. He nodded, his eyes not leaving you.

“Really interesting stuff huh?” he said. You couldn’t tell if he was joking and you raised an eyebrow before he laughed. “I’m fucking with you, that man teaches with a stick up his ass,”. You chuckled as you took another sip of your drink before offering Angus some. He took a long swig before handing it back to you. 

“What the hell man you drank it all,” you fakely scoffed as you felt how light the can was now. He grinned mischievously,

“Don’t act like you didn’t steal that from here,” he said as he returned your raised eyebrow. You couldn’t help but bite the inside of your lip as he looked at you like that. Maybe you had a weakness for brown eyes.

“You DU’s are all the same,” you said, intrigued to see how he’d react. His face didn’t move an inch.

“Generalizations? Really? You seemed so smart for a sorority girl,” he remarked, pouting his lips. You opened your mouth to protest before realizing he was pulling your leg. You hit his arm instead.

“You’re just waiting for this all to become an orgy down here with all these bed sheets,” you said, leaning in again, looking up at Angus through your eyelashes.

“It’s not gonna be an orgy, it’s a toga party,” he said, drawing out the words, moving his head only to a few inches from yours, that fucking know it all smirk back on his face. “Yours looks nice though,” he added on, as he held some of the fabric between his long fingers. You tried not to overthink it. 

“Thank you. I came to last years and learned my lesson,” you said as you heard another scream from a poor girl losing their top. He laughed as he turned towards the scream.

“So you’re a sophomore huh?” he asked, turning his attention back to you.

“Don’t tell me you’re a freshman,” you said, faking that you were aghast at the idea. He rolled his eyes at your dramatics.

“Yeah, but only because my prep school wouldn’t let me graduate on time. I’m 20 next month,” he explained, obviously not wanting to get anything misunderstood. As long as he wasn’t 18 you’d be able to be at peace with yourself. He opened his mouth to add something before one of his frat brothers grabbed him and quickly whispered something in his ear, you awkwardly looked back to the mass of dancing limbs, trying not to notice Angus watching you as he listened to his friend. He firmly punched his friend in the side as he laughed off nearly tripping over his own feet, but not without leaving Angus with a bottle of Double Diamond which he somehow expertly struck against the wall to pop the cap off of. You kept how impressed you were on the inside as you watched him quickly try to consume all the beer before it foamed out the top. You tried not to watch his Adam’s apple bob as he somehow drank it all in one go. Was it weird if you said you were impressed and slightly turned on by it? 

The piano of Louie Louie distracted you. Angus gingerly set the bottle on the ground and grabbed your hand. 

“Dance with me?” he asked, cheeks rosy from chugging the beer. You couldn’t help but nod and smile as he pulled you into the crowd. Before you tumbled to the floor at the pull he placed a hand on your hip to steady you before quickly removing it. He mouthed the word sorry to you. God dammit could he try to be unlikable.

You laughed as you began to move your body in rhythm with the music, raising your arms above your head both for effect and also because there was simply no space. You felt Angus’s hands return to your hips as he moved in sync with you, but kept his distance away from you still. It only was until after the song and you draped your arms around the back of his neck and moved yourself closer so you were pressed up against each other. He looked down at you again with that smirk but it didn’t seem judgemental this time. 

“You dance with all the girls like this?” you said/shouted into his ears, on your toes to reach his ear. 

“Only the ones I like,” he said back into your ear, shivers running down your spine feeling his breath. You laughed and blushed as you tilted your head back so you were looking right up at him. You hand behind his neck ruffled his hair which admittedly did feel sweaty and sticky at this point, but you were over it.

“I like your hair,” you said-shout, still feeling confident and oddly optimistic about this one. He smiled and carefully wound the golden crown that was now flaking off gold specks, out of his hair and placed it gently on top of your head. He looked down at you like you were the only person in the basement and lifted his hand to hold your chin before making eye contact with you for a second. “Are you really a frat brother?” you asked/shouted, locking eyes with him. The familiar mischievous look was back in his eyes as he bit his bottom lip and shook his head no.

“Hope that’s not a dealbreaker,” he said with a flitting wink, leaning closer. You closed the space between you two and sloppily pushed your lips together. Angus’s hands moved to hold both sides of your face as you two continued to kiss in the middle of everything around you. You could taste the beer on his tongue and lips as you continued to push yourself closer against him, feeling him getting hard between you and the bedsheet. 

You pulled back for air and couldn’t help but sheepishly laugh as you laid your head on his chest. You felt his hands holding the middle and small of your back as he looked over the crowd, using his height. 

“Care to move this elsewhere Y/N, I think my secret’s getting out,” he said into your ear as he tightened his grip around your waist. You can only nod as he grabs your hand and slightly ducks as he tries to blend in with the rest of the crowd. You hold onto the crown with your other hand as you continue laughing, it only getting drowned out by the music. Angus throws a look over his shoulder before speeding his way up the stairs, taking two at a time which causes him to nearly drag you up the stairs as you can’t keep up. 

“Y/N?” Abby yells at you from the kitchen, now sitting on the counter with now a swarm of frat boys to her sides talking to her. They all turn to stare at you and Angus.

“Who the hell are you?” one of them yells at Angus as he starts to move. Without a moment wait Angus pulls you again out of the kitchen starting to pick up the pace.

“Get home safe Abby!” you shouted over your shoulder as you followed after Angus, his hand squeezing yours as he navigated the cramped hallway full of couples making out at this point. “I need my bag!” you shouted to Angus as you tried to move towards the living room. 

“For God’s sake woman,” he huffed as he looked back at you, letting your hand go so you could run to grab your stuff. Nearly stumbling into a pile of vomit you reach over and grab your coat and bag before rushing back to Angus who is anxiously checking for any peeved frat boys. You shuffle your coat on as he pushes you out the door hearing the kitchen erupt in, “where the fuck did he go?”. The lawn has substantially cleared out by now and the two of you hurry down the steps hand-in-hand again and pick up the pace again as you hear the door slam open.

“YOU’VE BOTH BEEN BLACKLISTED FROM DELTA UPSILON! DON’T EVEN THINK OF COMING BACK YOU LITTLE FREAK,” one of the frat boys yell to you two as you stand across the road on the other side of the street. Instinctively you chuckle again as you wrap your arms around Angus’s side as he places an arm over you and delivers a swift middle finger back to the house.

“Wouldn’t have even wanted to!” he shouted back, “oh fuck okay I think we should run now,” he quickly added as he saw more frat boys start forming in the doorway, once again grabbing your hand and quickly walking down the block to try and put some distance between you all. Once you’re about a block away he finally slows down and you’re able to keep pace with him. He drapes and arm around you and pulls you closer to him. You slide an arm around the back of his waist. 

“So what’s the truth? Is your name even Angus?” you asked, looking up at him. He snorted and glanced over at you.

“That’s the truth. The only thing that wasn’t the truth is me being in a fraternity. Seems stupid to me, but y’know-” he trailed off trying to think of the right word, “I can see some of the benefits,” he said as he pulled you a little closer. You sarcastically rolled your eyes, with a grin on your face. 

“You just snuck in?” you asked. That took some balls. He coolly shrugged and rolled his head back to look up at the unimpressive overcast night sky.

“Everyone knows about the toga party, all you have to do is dress the part and act like one of em’. Most of ‘em are too drunk to realize they don’t know you,” he explained, using his free hand to gesture into the air. He paused and turned you towards him in the middle of an empty road before pressing his lips against yours to which you hummed happily against his. 

“What was that for?” you asked once you two pulled back. He shrugged and looked back to the road, resuming his hold around your shoulder.

“Making sure you’re real,” he said, as if it was obvious. You could’ve melted right on the spot, but your legs were so tired at this point in your shoes you knew you would’ve never stood up. Your face heated up though as you leaned your head against the side of his chest.

“Do you know what way you’re walking?” you asked once you regained your senses. 

“No clue,” he admitted without breaking stride. 

“I’m in Tri Delta. Walk me back home,” you say to which he dutifully nods. The rest of the walk back to your sorority house consists mostly of you two talking about how terrible your class that you share is and how you promise to sit by each other to keep each other awake. The two of you leaning into each other, bed sheets still wrapped around in loosening knots. Eventually you both stop outside of your sorority house. Angus turns you so you’re facing him and places a hand on each of your shoulders.

“I can’t come in I suppose can I?” he asks. You shake your head no.

“No boys in the rooms,” you say. 

“Figures. It’s how you keep these looking so…nice,” he says, looking at your house.

“I also don’t just go sleeping around with anyone,” you add, pointing into his chest with your index finger. 

“But I’m not just anyone Y/N, we’re accomplices now, we’re wanted criminals, we’re-” he continues as he gently shakes your shoulders to prove his point, but you cut him off with a kiss before pulling back. He drops his hands and moves to put them in coat pockets he realizes he doesn’t have. He folds his arms instead. “Can I take you out for coffee on Monday? After class?” he asks, finally sounding genuine for the first time tonight, his voice finally sounding earnest. You scrunch up your face as you put a hand to your chin acting like you’re giving it immense thought. “Oh come on, that was a fun night, imagine what we can do when we aren’t in bed sheets,” he says to which you slap his arm at. “Not like that you perv oh my god I just mean-” he stammers over his words realizing his mistake.

“Angus, I’d love to,” you answer before the poor boy runs out of words. You quickly give him a kiss on his cheek before turning to go inside your house. Before you take another step he grabs your waist and spins you back into his lips as you throw your arms back behind his neck, deepening the kiss, feeling his tongue meet with yours.

“I can’t believe you’re just leaving me with that,” he grumbles as you step apart. 

“Hush you horn dog,” you say as you shoo him off, “I’ll see you Monday, get home safe,”. He stretches his arms above his head as he prepares for his walk back.

“Fineeee,” he dramatically sighs, “now get inside so I can leave,”. You chuckle and turn away to the door before waving as you step inside. He waves back and starts walking down the street as you close the door behind you. 

At least he wasn’t really a frat boy.

A/N : don’t worry, Jake walks Abby home and lets her wear his coat

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part five: Eddie

Eddie has always been impulsive. Most of his tattoos were impulsive, starting a band was impulsive, flirting with Steve was impulsive, introducing him to his friends was impulsive, and kissing Pricilla was impulsive…

But falling in love with Steve? That was slow, tortuous, against every impulse on his body, and impossible to resist.

But again, Eddie has always been stubborn too, he gets an idea in his mind, and suddenly it cements in stone there, unmovable, unbreakable. And the idea of Steve liking him back was so preposterous he had never even thought about it.

He is impulsive and stubborn and he acts without thinking about the consequences because he thinks he is inconsequential, he thinks there won't be repercussions to his actions because no one cares about him.

He’s wrong, he knows that now. He’s been working on it.

He apologized to Lucas for making him feel left out just for liking sports, to Dustin for leaving him alone and scaring the shit out of him, and to his uncle for not going to him for help. 

And Steve had been the one who, during their heartfelt chats late at night, had helped him see how important he was, how the things he did mattered.

Which made the fact that his latest impulsive mistake had hurt him of all people so much worst.

So Eddie is impulsive and stubborn and when he gets an idea in his head is hard to make him change his mind. And when he wants to do something, he needs to do it now.

This is why, after Gareth, Frank, and Jeff came to talk to him and told him Steve thinks Eddie doesn't care about him and that he needs to fix that, he standing here outside Steve’s home at 11:10 at night throwing pebbles at his window.

Even though Jeff told him it could wait until tomorrow, that he waited this long already, and that Steve was probably sleeping.

But Eddie made a mistake and he knows how to fix it now so he needs to fix it now.

At 11.11 Steve opens his window and glares at him, then sighs and drops his chin on his chest and takes a deep breath, like he’s praying for patience, and it's something he’s so used to Steve doing when Eddie says or does something dumb, it makes him smile. 

Steve moves from the window and Eddie walks to the door, hoping Steve is going to open it and not ignore him leaving him outside.

When he opens the door Eddie has to suppress a gasp because fuck he missed him. Steve is just wearing sweatpants and a tank top and he’s rubbing his eyes, glaring at him, not angrily, but annoyed, at being woken up probably. And he looks fucking beautiful. He is so fucking beautiful.

“You were sleeping,” Eddie says stupidly.

“What do you want Eddie?” Steve questions, but moves away from the door, an invitation.

“I’m sorry” 

“It’s fine Eddie, I wasn't sleeping”

“No, I'm sorry,” Eddie says again standing in front of Steve as soon as he closes the door.

Steve cocks his head confused but then frowns “I- I don’t need you to apologize for that” He scoffs but he looks embarrassed and he hugs himself like he’s putting a barrier between himself and Eddie.

“I’m not. I’m apologizing for the after, and the before,” Eddie tells him, “I’m sorry it took me so long to come and talk to you. I thought you were mad at me and I didn't know what to do. I was scared because I don’t know how to explain myself and I’m sorry I made you feel like I didn’t care, or like you didn’t matter because you matter so much to me, Steve. To the boys too if the amount of shit I’ve received this last week is any indication.”

He pauses to smile shyly at Steve when he hears a faint chuckle at that, then takes a deep breath and keeps going,

“And I'm sorry about the before because I should’ve been paying more attention, I was so lost I’m own little world where you are too good to be true, too good for me and I didn't even think about how you felt. How you could’ve felt about me and I should've realized that you liked me back and I should’ve kissed you, Steve! When I saw you there, looking like a fucking dream in those jeans, wearing a shirt with my stupid band name on it, I should've kissed you”

He’s panting when he finishes his rant, not from lack of air but from the amount of passion in his speech. He’s been looking anywhere but at Steve as he talked, but now that he’s done he finally looks at him.

And Steve is looking back, mouth slightly open and eyes huge and unblinking, and then he abruptly surges forward, grabs Eddie’s face, one hand on the back of his neck the other on his cheek, and kisses him.

Eddie instantly melts into it, he kisses him back with all he has, and pours everything he feels into it, and Steve moans when he licks inside his mouth and it’s absolutely wonderful but then, just as suddenly as he kissed him, he pushes him away. It startles Eddie so much he stumbles and almost falls.

“Fuck!” no- just”

“Steve?”

“Just wait, because I need to make sure, Eddie,” Steve says crossing his arms again and staring him in the eyes, “What exactly are you saying?” he asks.

Eddie looks at him praying he says the right thing, “I’m saying I love you and I want to be with you and I’m sorry it took me so long to tell you” 

“And?” Steve says but there’s a hint of a smile on his lips and Eddie feels hopeful he’s on the right track. 

“And… I’m sorry I kissed that girl?” He tries.

“Damn right you are, and?” 

“And I’m not going to do something like that again?” Eddie says smiling back.

But then Steve’s smile is gone and looks seriously at him, “If we are doing this Eddie, if I’m going to give you my heart, you need to promise, promise you’ll be careful with it because-” And he stops talking, leaves the rest unsaid but Eddie understands what he means. 

And he’s impulsive but not about this, not about loving Steve and he’s stubborn and so very determined to treat him right. 

He moves close again and puts one hand on Steve's cheek, feeling him nuzzle into it as he places his other hand on his chest, right where his heart is.

Looks him in the eye when he says. “I promise” and this time, when they kiss, Steve doesn’t push him away but closer instead.

fin

part one

part two

part three

part four

part five (you are here!)

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A Love You Don't Find Everyday Part 18 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: With a little help from Jake, your bachelorette party and Bradley's bachelor party turned out better than either of you expected. The knowledge that your wedding was only five days away and nobody else knew about it was enough to get you through your hangover.

Warnings: Smut, fluff, and swearing

Length: 5500 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

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"Bar hopping?" Bradley groaned, imagining loud, cramped spaces. "No. You told me we were playing poker at your place!"

"It's too late to say no," Jake replied, taking Bradley by the arm as he tried his best to stay inside the house with you. "The boys are all waiting for us to meet them.

"Go have fun, Roo!" you called from the kitchen where you were making chocolate chip cookies in his tee shirt and some tiny shorts. "I love you!"

"I'll have him home by two, Angel," Jake told you, and Bradley knew there was no way he was getting out of this one. He was being carted outside into the chilly evening air, but when he reached the passenger side of Jake's car Bradley froze.

"I'm not wearing that."

"You have to," Jake drawled with a laugh, reaching for the shirt that was on the passenger seat and holding it up. It was a plain, white tee with Jake's messy handwriting in black marker: I'm getting married. Hands off.

"If I don't wear that, nobody will even talk to me. If I wear that, it's just an invitation for everyone to talk to me."

Jake thrust it at his chest and started toward the driver's side. "If you don't participate in your own bachelor party, I'm telling your future wife, and she'll get mad."

Bradley sighed deeply. "If you promise no strippers, I'll put the shirt on."

"Promise," Jake drawled with a shit eating grin, and Bradley quickly switched shirts before climbing into the car. 

"I should have had Bob plan this," Bradley muttered. "Who's coming, anyway?"

"The boys. And Nat, of course."

Bradley was so thankful that Nat was going to be there, he actually started to relax a bit. But of course that was a mistake. As soon as Jake led him into the first bar, which was filled with college age girls who were looking at him like he was a fine cut of meat, he knew he was in trouble.

"There he is!" Nat called out, thrusting two precariously full shot glasses into Bradley's hands and guiding one up to his mouth. "The groom has arrived!"

He quickly downed both shots since she was demanding it. "I'm here," Bradley said, shaking his head but smiling. He was afraid of getting too drunk and letting the wedding plans slip to everyone. You and he were less than a week away from your wedding, and Bradley was confident that nobody knew the plan.

Glancing around the corner table that had been secured by the others, Bradley saw Coyote and Payback drinking beers while Bob sipped a ginger ale. Maverick was talking to Nat now, and Jake had gone up to the bar.

"Where's Fanboy?" Bradley asked, taking another two tequila shots from Nat.

She pointed to where he was standing amongst the college girls. "Flirting. Go over and tell him you're here so we can all chug a beer in your honor. Or rather, in your darling wife's honor. Never thought I would see the day," she muttered, and Bradley headed across the bar to retrieve Mickey.

One of the girls read Bradley's shirt, and her eyes lit up. "Is that your friend, Fanboy?" she asked Mickey, and he was spinning around to face Bradley.

"Hey, man! Yeah, girls, this here is Rooster. He's getting married."

Bradley inwardly groaned as he nodded in greeting. "Hi."

"Rooster! Like the cock?" one of the girls asked with a devilish grin. 

"Subtle," Bradley replied, wishing he was at home eating a chocolate chip cookie with you. "Mickey, time for drinks."

"Have some drinks with us!" another girl said, taking Bradley by the hand and leading him up to the bar. He quickly took his hand back, tucking it into his jeans pocket. 

"Yeah, just one drink with the girls," Mickey told him with a pleading smile. 

"Fine," he growled, ordering himself a beer. But all those shots he'd taken were already creeping up on him. He stood at the bar listening to this girl, he thought she said her name was Kylie, while she told him about her trust fund and how she was going to get breast implants. 

He just nodded along, trying not to laugh, because suddenly everything was funny. Bradley watched as Mickey was collecting phone numbers. The girl in front of him was still talking about her boobs, and now Bradley really was laughing. 

"What are you doing?" Nat said, wrapping her hand around Bradley's bicep right where his tattoo was half hidden by the horrible shirt Jake made him wear. "I thought you were coming right back."

"I was going to, but then Kylie bought me a beer with her trust fund and started telling me all about her boobs," Bradley said, looking at Nat and laughing. 

"What?" Nat asked, eyeing Kylie with alarm. "Back off, Kylie. He's getting married."

"To you?" Kylie asked, eyes wide. 

"Yep," Nat replied. "Let's go, Loverboy."

Bradley let Nat lead him back to the table, grabbing Fanboy on the way. "Hey, I was talking to them!"

"It's not your night! It's Rooster's night!" Nat scolded. "Now both of you, drink your fucking beers and celebrate!"

Bradley was fully cracking up as he chugged his beer between Jake and Mav. Then he was informed that they were hopping to a different bar on the same street.

"Can we go to a bar where the median age is higher than 22?" Bradley asked with a giggle, waving to the college girls who were blowing him kisses. 

"Heading to a place called The Torture Chamber," Jake told him, leading the group down the sidewalk. 

"Sounds delightful," Bradley replied, having a hard time keeping up. "How much tequila did you give me?" he asked Nat.

"A lot."

"Fuck. This looks like a biker bar," Bradley said as they all walked into the scariest room Bradley had ever seen. Everyone was clad in head to toe leather, looking at them as they all stood just inside the entrance. 

"Um, act like this was intentional?" Mav said, slowly leading the way to the bar. Bradley listened to him order seven beers and one ginger ale, and slowly all of the bikers started to lose interest in them. 

"Where the hell did you bring us?" Bradley whispered to Jake.

"I think I got The Torture Chamber mixed up with The Two Cheerleaders."

"The Two Cheerleaders?" Bradley asked. "That sounds like literally the opposite end of the spectrum!" he said, gesturing around the dimly lit bar filled with scowling patrons. 

"Oh, that's a drag club," Nat said. "We should totally go there next."

But sure enough, before they could finish their drinks and leave, Bradley ended up getting roped into dancing with a leather clad grandma named Netty while Jake tried to stifle his laughter.

"You know what, Netty? I would be happy to dance with you," Bradley replied, just drunk enough that nothing was bothering him now. "As long as you let my good friend Jake have the next dance."

An hour later, Bradley was howling with laughter as Netty spun Coyote around the room. When he finally escaped, Coyote tossed a bunch of money on the bar and snarled, "Let's get out of here!"

Bradley was pretty sure he was holding hands with both Nat and Bob while they weaved their way along the sidewalk. "You're a fucking nightmare, Hangman. You took us to an aggressively leathered biker bar!" he said with a laugh, reaching for his phone to text you one of the pictures he snapped of Netty dancing with the boys.

"No, no, no," Nat said, tucking his phone back into his pocket. "You're not allowed to talk to her. If you have something you need to say, I'll text her for you."

Bradley sighed as they approached The Two Cheerleaders which was a brightly colored club with a pink and yellow sign. "Tell my Baby Girl that I miss her and her chocolate chip cookies."

"Is this some sort of sex lingo?" Nat asked, scowling as she took her phone out. "Honestly, the things I do for you."

A minute later, Bradley was inside a room that looked like it was painted in technicolor. An appealing song was blaring through the sound system, and Jake was handing him a bright blue cocktail that tasted like cotton candy. Two more blue drinks, and Bradley was dancing with someone wearing feathers and sequins, and he was truly having a lovely time. 

It was hot in here, and Bradley thought about taking his shirt off, but then he was being led back outside on unsteady feet. "Can I go home yet?" he asked, his ears ringing as the music faded away from them. "I want my wife." His words were slurring, but he didn't know how to make it better. 

Another bar. They were all walking into another bar. "Another bar?" he asked, and then he saw Jake in front of him. 

"This is the last stop, Bradshaw. Then I'll take you to the stripper," Jake told him with a smirk.

"You told me no strippers," Bradley mumbled, but now he was seeing two of Jake. He was having a hard time figuring out which of the two drinks being handed to him was the real one. 

"We'll see," Jake told him. A blur. This last place was all a blur of sticky floors and pool tables. Bradley was chatting with a woman who had pink hair for a few minutes, and then he laughed at her when she seemed annoyed that he didn't want to give her his phone number. Not that he could have remembered it at the moment anyway. 

"Last call!" shouted Fanboy over the music, and Bradley managed to drink one last beer. And it felt like an instant later that he was being shoved into Jake's car once again.

"You have fun?" Jake asked as Bradley hung halfway out the open window to get some fresh air. 

"You know," Bradley told him, "I actually did. Even that Netty was a fucking charmer, wasn't she?"

"Netty was the best," Jake said with a laugh. "And next up, we got your stripper."

Bradley groaned and sat back in the seat. "Can we not? I'm drunk and tired. And I already live with a superior set of tits."

Jake was howling with laughter as he pulled into the driveway behind Bradley's Bronco. "Well, maybe these tits will be just as nice."

"You're doing me dirty, man," Bradley groaned, stumbling up the sidewalk behind Jake. He thought he was at home, but now he was confused again. "You promised me when I put on this stupid shirt." Bradley peeled off the offending tee and dropped it into the grass as Jake pushed open a door, and then Bradley tripped a little bit getting inside. 

The room was dimly lit and smelled like cookies, and then in an instant, there was a beautiful woman in front of him. "You boys have fun?" she asked with a grin, and Bradley groaned.

"No. No, Jake. Take me home," Bradley said, trying to walk back out the door. "You said no strippers, and I'm not in the mood."

But now she was laughing at him. "Come here, Bradley." Her voice sounded sweet, and she was hardly wearing anything, just an oversized shirt that covered her to her thighs. 

He turned back to face her. "Look, you're fucking hot. I'll give you that. Really, just very nice looking, okay? But I'm getting married to Baby Girl, and she's waiting for me at home. So I don't need a stripper."

When her hands came to rest on his bare chest, Bradley tried to back away, bumping into Jake in the process. 

"I told you that you'd like this stripper," he drawled. "He's plastered, Angel. And tomorrow it's your turn." Bradley watched as Jake kissed her on the cheek, and then he was gone.

And then the stripper had the audacity to laugh and kiss his neck. "Roo, it's me!"

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You had to hold back your laughter. Bradley still seemed confused, and he was sweaty with flushed cheeks and messy hair. 

"Roo it's me!" you said, reassuring him that everything was okay. But now he was shaking his head at you. "Do you want me to get you some water?"

He just groaned. "Yes, as long as you keep your clothes on and stop touching me," he grumbled. "And here's my phone. See my lock screen? That's my wife, and I don't think I should be alone with you."

You took the phone out of Bradley's hand with a giggle and held the image up next to your face. He looked between you and the phone a few times before he smiled. "Hey, Baby Girl. It's you." And then he was reaching into the collar of your shirt and pulling out your necklace charms and examining your engagement ring at the same time.

"Yes, Roo. It's me. Would you like some further proof?"

When he grunted yes, you pulled up your shirt, letting him see your tattoo and your bare pussy. 

"Mmm, hi. You're so fucking pretty," he whispered, kissing your forehead. He smelled like a distillery, and he was swaying a bit on his feet, but he finally seemed to recognize you. 

"So you had fun?" you asked, taking him by the hand and leading him to the kitchen. 

"Yeah. I danced with Netty for like five hours. She was a treat. Oh, and Kylie is getting new boobs with her trust fund money," he said, kissing your neck between sentences while you filled a glass with water. "And blue drinks taste like cotton candy."

"Sounds like a fun time," you whispered while he downed the entire drink. "Where's your shirt, Roo?"

"I have no fucking clue," he whispered, setting the glass in the sink. And then his lips were on yours, and the kiss was sloppy and sweet at the same time. You gasped; his hands were everywhere. He reached under your shirt and palmed your butt, pulling you against him. "Was thinking about you all night."

You giggled. "Nat texted me a few times. I heard you want some of my cookies." He was grinding his jeans against your pussy, and you were already gasping. "Bradley."

His hands were uncoordinated, which was somehow turning you on. "Your cookies taste so good," he whispered against your lips while he moved one hand to the front of your body. "So does your pussy."

Well, he was already slipping two fingers inside you, and you could do nothing to stop him. You wanted him so badly. You'd missed him while he was gone for two weeks. When you moaned softly against his lips, he tried to kneel in front of you, but he ended up flat on his butt. 

You laughed as he looked up at you, his brown eyes startled as he scrambled to his knees. "Bradley! Let's go get in bed." But his mouth was already on you as he guided your thighs further apart with his big hands. "Oh!" His tongue was stroking along your clit, rough and with no warning. When he sucked on you, his mustache a little rough on your soft skin, you were almost crying out already. 

He buried his face in your pussy, going full force, and you were so sensitive, it was almost too much at the moment. "Bradley, slow down," you panted, but he just went harder. The wet smacking sounds of his mouth lapping you up had you leaning back on your elbows on the counter as your head tipped back. "Okay... then don't."

When you guided one leg up over his shoulder, he spread you open wider, fucking you with his tongue and rubbing your clit with his nose. After a few minutes of this, you were cumming hard and fast. "Oh, I'm close," you told him and he fucked his fingers back inside you. You squeezed around them, everything feeling so wet and silky as your orgasm took over. 

Bradley stumbled to his feet, licking his fingers while his gaze settled on your face before shifting down the front of your shirt. He tried to pull it over your head, but it got tangled up. "How do you want it?" he asked while you removed the shirt yourself. He worked his zipper down and was palming himself through his boxer briefs while he caged you in. 

You bit your lip as he dipped his head to kiss your neck. You reveled in the feel of his lips and mustache as they found their way to your breasts. 

"Fucking superior tits," he grumbled, practically motor boating you with his mouth wide open. He was nibbling and licking, so clumsy and still so sexy. "I'll fuck you hard, Baby Girl. Stay deep inside you all night long." His words were rushed as he grabbed his cock and ran it along your slit, still sensitive from your orgasm.

"Bradley!" you squealed, but he was already fucking you. 

"Yeah, that's it," he grunted, watching himself thrusting in and out of you while he held your thigh up with one hand. "Fucking beautiful. You want it rough?"

"Yes," you hissed softly, excited for him to fulfill his promises. But you watched his face as he pounded into you hard a few more times, and then you knew he was about to cum. 

"Fuck!" he growled, and even the way his words were a mess right now had you excited. The tense veins in his neck and his rosy cheeks made you smile as he lasted all of one minute inside you before he was filling you with his cum. "You feel too good!"

You just giggled and helped him stay steady when he set your foot back on the floor. "Let's get you in bed."

He stumbled down the hallway in front of you, but he did manage to squat down and pet Tramp who was half asleep in his bed. Then Bradley collapsed on top of the bedding with his jeans hanging off his hips and his soft cock out. 

You tried not to laugh, but he was such a mess, it was impossible. 

"Why are you laughing at me?" he asked, trying to pull you on top of him. 

"Because you just promised me the world and then gave me the two pump dump, Roo."

He groaned and kept reaching for you. "I'm sorry, but you're just too fucking sexy. I'll make it up to you tomorrow morning."

And then he was asleep.

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Bradley in fact did not make it up to you the next morning. Because he was still in bed after you had made yourself breakfast, folded laundry on the bed around him while he moaned, and taken Tramp for a long walk. You found his shirt out on the front yard, which made you even more confused, because that's not the shirt he left with last night. But this one said  I'm getting married. Hands off which was hilarious. 

When you walked back into the bedroom to get a shower, Bradley had his eyes open. "Sweetheart," he croaked, making grabby hands at you. 

"You look like hell, Roo," you told him, slipping into bed next to him and wrapping your arms around his neck. "And you smell like a bottle of tequila exploded in a locker room."

He started to chuckle and held you against him. "I thought you were a stripper at first."

You kissed his chin. "You sure did. It was hilarious."

"No, it wasn't! Jake was messing with me so much, Baby Girl."

You kissed his nose and wriggled out of his arms. "Speaking of Jake, I need to get ready to go out!"

"What kid of hell does he have planned for you?" Bradley asked as his eyes tracked you getting undressed. 

"Maria and I are going to get our nails done. Then we are meeting Nat, Cam and Jake for a winery tour. Then dinner and a club."

"Godspeed," he groaned before rolling over and covering his head with your pillow.

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You had your nails painted a bold red, Bradley's favorite. Hopefully they would hold up for the wedding which was in just a few days! Now you were finishing your dinner, and your belly was full of mimosas, wine and cocktails. And shockingly enough, you had managed not to spill anything on the little white dress you were wearing. 

"Time to go clubbing," Jake said as he paid the bill for dinner. You were pretty sure Bradley had forced him to take his credit card for the night, because it looked like the same one you had used to rack up quite a tab of lingerie. 

You stood from the table and staggered a bit in your heels. These shoes were a terrible choice. "You're going to be a mess," Cam muttered, steadying you with a hand on your waist. You just responded by booping him on the nose and pushing his glasses up for him.

"You're so annoying. I can't believe I had a crush on you for a whole week," you told him with  a grimace.

He just shrugged and followed you to the exit. "I can believe it. I'm adorable."

"Now, Angel, you gonna be a square like Rooster when your stripper shows up later?" Jake asked with a grin.

You narrowed your eyes. "Wait... is Rooster my stripper? Because if so, that's highly unoriginal, and he's not even good at stripping. Trust me, he's tried."

Nat squealed and covered her ears. "No, he's not your stripper," Jake drawled. "To be honest, I picked out the stripper I wanted, because you'll be too wasted by that point to even care."

"Sounds good," you told him as the group led you into a club where everything was metallic and the music was loud. You followed a hostess back to a private room where there was a mini bar lined up with bottles. 

"Congratulations!" the hostess told you as she popped a bottle of champagne and poured you a glass. Twenty minutes later, you were trying to open another bottle with clumsy fingers before handing it over to Cam. This time you drank straight from the bottle. 

"You know what we're having at our wedding? Pink champagne! I love pink champagne!" you told everyone, and then you remembered that there was something you weren't supposed to tell all of them about the wedding. You mulled over that one for a second before you continued. "Not that we have a wedding date or anything."

"You really should get on that!" Maria scolded you over the music. "Just get married already!"

"I'm working on it!"

By the time your stripper arrived, you had taken off your shoes, and you were dancing on the table in the private room with Nat. There was a reason you loved to go out dancing with her; she made you feel comfortable. Jake looked delighted as he took a picture, most likely to send to Bradley, and Cam was hovering around you, occasionally pulling the hem of your dress down. Which was probably not a bad thing, because you had skipped underwear. 

Maria was about to join you both on the table when the stripper showed up, and you looked at her for a few minutes. She really reminded you of someone, but you couldn't put your finger on it. She was pretty, and Jake had mentioned that he just went ahead with a stripper essentially to his own tastes for this evening. 

Then she started giving you a lap dance, and you lost focus. You were drunk. Really quite drunk. And the music was so good. And your friends were all screaming since you now had boobs in your face. And you felt warm and mellow inside, and then you started laughing, because you managed to get her to give Jake a lap dance too.

"She's so much better than Roo!" you cheered. "Always go with a professional!"

"Well, it's your special night," she told you with a smile. "Wanna learn some moves?"

You screamed over the music and set down the champagne you were sipping. "Yes!"

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Bradley was laying on the couch watching Real Housewives of New Jersey and eating popcorn with Tramp when his phone rang. It was after one in the morning, and he scrambled to pick up the call from Jake.

"Yeah?" he said, then he realized there was no way Jake could have heard him over the loud music coming through the phone. He tried again, louder. "Jake?" 

"Bradshaw!" came his response along with thumping bass. "No, Angel! Stop!"

"What's going on?" Bradley asked, turning off the TV. 

"Bradshaw! Can you come pick her up? She's wasted."

Bradley was already jumping to his feet and reaching for his discarded jeans, preferring to lounge in his underwear. "Is she okay?"

"She drank two bottles of champagne, and now she won't listen to me anymore- No! Angel! I told you to keep your tits in your dress! What the fuck! Would you just come get her?"

Bradley grabbed his wallet and key and dashed down the porch steps. He saw a text pop up from Jake with a location, and he climbed into the Bronco. "Jesus Christ. Just keep her tits away. I'll be right there."

He zipped along into the city and parked a few blocks from the club, jogging and weaving through bodies on the sidewalk until he reached his destination. If you were being a handful for Jake, he didn't even want to know how hard it was going to be to get you to leave. He had to argue with the bouncer who kept telling him the club was at full capacity, but eventually he was inside and looking for your little white dress in the crowd. 

And there you were. You were dancing in time with the pulsing music with Jake nearby looking like your own private bodyguard. Bradley saw him shake his head at some guy who was approaching you and Maria before pointing the man in the other direction. When he spotted Bradley shoving his way through the crowd, Jake looked so relieved. 

"She's your problem now," he said, holding both hands up in surrender.

"Bradley!" you screamed, actually jumping into his arms when you saw him. Bradley caught you and managed to grab your ass with both hands so you didn't completely flash the crowd around you. You started kissing his neck immediately like you weren't surrounded by hundreds of people. 

"Baby Girl," he hollered over the music. "You need to wait until we get home for that." Your fingers were dipping into his shirt while you licked his ear. 

"But Roo!"

Bradley turned toward Jake. "What the hell, man? How much did she drink?"

Jake just shrugged. "More than the rest of them, and they aren't doing too hot either," he said, gesturing to Nat, Cam and Maria who were still dancing. "I'll make sure they all get home."

Bradley sighed and tossed you over his shoulder, pulling your dress down your thighs and keeping it in place with his hand. "Where are we going now?" you asked as Bradley fought his way back toward the front doors. 

"Home, Sweetheart. You can take your dress off and do whatever you want when we get there, okay?" He carried you to the Bronco, earning some strange looks. You kept waving and talking to everyone along the way, and the two of you were definitely getting some catcalls.

When Bradley unlocked the door and gently set you down on the car seat, you started kissing his neck again while he buckled your seatbelt. "I missed you," you whispered against his skin. 

Despite his best efforts, he was a little hard as he walked around to the driver's side. You were sitting with your head back and eyes closed, chewing on your lip as he started the engine. 

"I can't feel my mouth," you told him before erupting into giggles. "Oh! Let me give you head. I wonder if I'll even be able to feel it. Your cock is big, so I probably will. Let's find out." 

"No, not while you're drunk. Keep your seatbelt on!" Bradley scolded, and your laughter filled the small space. You rubbed your hand up his thigh and over his zipper, and no matter how many times he removed it, you kept putting it back there. "Sweetheart. You're drunk. Don't make me wreck the car."

Now you were pawing at his shoulders and his neck. "I learned how to be a stripper, Roo. You're gonna love it."

He watched out of the corner of his eye as you yanked the top of your dress down as he pulled into the neighborhood. By the time he parked in the driveway, you had your tight little dress pulled down below your breasts, and Bradley's dick was completely hard. 

"Sweetheart," he whispered before easing your dress up again. Then he kissed you and gently pulled you across the seat and into his arms. "Let's just go to bed, okay?"

"Mmm," you hummed against his ear. "Okay, Daddy."

His cock throbbed as he carried you inside, and he wanted nothing more than to bury it so deep in your pussy that you started screaming Daddy for him. But you were on the verge of being too drunk to decide what you wanted to do, and neither of you had discussed having sex tonight while you had been sober this morning. 

So Bradley carried you to the bedroom and set you down on the edge of the bed. He knelt down on the floor and helped you out of your outrageously high heels, kissing both of your knees when he was finished. 

You were biting your lip and looking down at him like you needed him, and it was making him crazy. "Roo, want me to show you the moves the stripper taught me?" you whispered. 

"Yes," he groaned in agony. "Very much so, Baby Girl."

You just giggled and got onto your knees on the bed, and Bradley watched you kind of shimmy your body to a nonexistent beat and ease up the hem of your dress. He stayed on his knees on the floor, salivating over your perfect pussy as it came into view, followed by your tattoo and your belly button. He had memorized everything about the way your body looked, but this was so hot, he could barely function. 

When your breasts bounced free of the white dress, Bradley groaned softly, and he knew you could hear him. "Roo," you whispered, pulling the dress over your head and tossing it to the floor. "Did you like that?"

He squeezed his eyes shut. "Loved it," he promised. But when he opened his eyes, your smile turned to a look of panic as you launched off the bed and ran into the bathroom. Bradley listened to the sounds of you emptying your stomach into the toilet before standing up to make sure you were okay. 

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When you woke up on Sunday so hungover, your first thought was a strategic plan to kill Jake. You were just thinking about which weapon you might use, before settling on your bare hands, when your phone went off. You reached to your right to see if Bradley was still in bed but found only cold bedding. Then you rolled delicately onto your left side and reached for your phone. 

Jake and Nat were sending your photos from last night, most of which you had no recollection of. It looked like you were having a great time though. The friendly stipper named Tanya was in one of the photos, and you finally realized who she reminded you of. And if Jake liked the way she looked, well he was going to love the way Cat Coleman looked. 

You managed to ease yourself out of bed and head to the kitchen, because you were starving and dying of thirst. Then you heard Bradley talking in a very pleasant voice, and you realized he was laughing and joking with you mom over facetime. 

"Well we can't wait for you to visit. We'll pick you up at the airport on Wednesday, drop you at the hotel," he was saying. 

Then you heard your mom's voice. "I can't believe you had all of those hotel points which were about to expire." 

You tried not to laugh as you made your way into the kitchen and joined Bradley on the call. "Hi, mom."

"You look terrible."

"Thanks," you replied while Bradley kissed the top of your head. "I feel worse. Can't wait to see you and dad though."

After a few more minutes, you wrapped up the call, and when Bradley set his phone down, he had an enormous smile on his face. 

"What?" you groaned, rubbing your fingers along your temples. "Why aren't you making me coffee? And why are you grinning like that?"

He kissed the tip of your nose and then your lips. "I'll make you coffee in a minute. But first, I have something very important to tell you."

You closed your eyes and whispered, "Tell me."

He leaned in close, and you could feel his lips brush your ear. "We're getting married in five days."

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Five. More. Days. Chapter 19 is the lead up to Thanksgiving, and you know what that means for chapter 20!

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Captivation | Geto Suguru X Fem!Reader

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS- DNI!!!

TW: 18+ NSFW Mention of alcohol, fat shaming, insults, toxicity, obsession, nipple play, body worship, foul language, dirty talk, third person watching, mention of violence, reader is hinted of having larger breasts but nothing exact, oral sex(fem receiving) unprotected sex(don't be silly, wrap your willy), creampies, overstimulation mention of pregnency, kids and breeding, broken marriage and divorce stuffs, porn with plot

Not proof end, exactly.

[let me know if I am forgetting something]

A long sigh fell from your lips. You were sitting at the bar, with your glass of liqueur. You played with the glass as you waited for you so called "date" to come. He was already one hour late and you were pissed, thoughts of going back was circling around your pretty head.

After your 'successful' marriage with Suguru Geto fell apart, you had restrained yourself from dating and stuffs. Having a beautiful little girl of five years was one of your main reasons to stop seeing someone or even a little hook up, along with your busy work schedules. So, you were just a lonely woman of early 30's. It would have continued like that if your friends Shoko and Utahime never forced you to think for yourself. So you started to look for someone new and here you were, waiting from past one hour for that certain guy, who seemed somewhat good, to arrive.

"Fuck these men!" , you cursed under your breath and sipped on your drink. Your patience was draining out. It was definately your mistake to say yes to a guy, who picked a bar for the first date. How cheap! You decided to bring out your card to pay for the drink and it was when you heard someone calling out your name. You looked back and found the guy you had been waiting for. He stood there with a stupid grin.

"Ain't you too early, Naoya?", bitter sarcasm fell out of your tongue. You were clearly annoyed. His grin widened surprisingly.

"C'mon baby, it's not that late", he talked for himself.

"Yeah right!", you rolled your eyes and stayed on your seat. He took a seat right beside you and wrapped his hands around your waist. It was uncomfortable to you after almost three years, since your divorced Suguru. You thought of telling him to keep his hands to himself but you let that slide for it being the first date, where you didn't want to seem very rude.

"Tell me baby, what ya drinkin?", he asked with a flirty tone

"Just some regular", you replied shortly.

"Mmm Baby you look sexy~", Naoya cooed in your ear seductively which made you shiver and gave you a slight ick.

"This dude doesn't even know how to compliment", you thought in your mind, giving him a minus for not knowing some basics. He was nothing like Suguru, who used to compliment you in the best ways, who used to make you feel like the prettiest woman of the universe. Everything was great untill it wasn't. It was so magical untill you started to drown yourself in work when your daughter was two years old. After handling work and your baby, you rarely had time for Suguru. He tried to understand you but his own business was going slow for that time, which became settled and better one and half years later. You two often had misunderstandings and random fights. Thinking about your daughter's future, you two find it wise to have seperate ways and thus the divorce came in your life as a curse. But Suguru decided to fulfill his duty as the father of your child. He spent his day offs with your girl and in the weekends, he would pick up his kiddo and spend his day with her and dropped her at your place again in the evening. So you two saw each other quite often. But you missed his presence in your life. You wanted him back but a strong sense was ego was working in you, which stopped you every time from crawling back to him.

You came out of your thoughts when you felt Naoya's hand on your thigh. Right, you were with Naoya now, you needed to stop thinking about Suguru if you wanted this date to work out and you did want this date to work.

"Whatcha thinkin baby?", He spoke with his constant grin.

"Nothing much. So tell me, why are you so late? Is everything alright?", you tried to build a proper conversation.

"Sweetie, that doesn't matter ya know. Let's talk about something interesting", he brought his face closer to yours and his hands working on your thighs slowly.

"What else?", you asked back which made him smirk at you.

When you were busy chatting with Naoya, Suguru came in, with his best friend, Satoru. They were out for a random drink break. You didn't notice them coming but Suguru's eyes found you soon and then drifted to the man beside you. So you were finally on a date.

His eyes slightly squinted as he noticed you two and saw the man's hand on your thighs.

"Isn't that your ex-wife?", Satoru slightly poked Suguru with his elbow.

"Seems like", Suguru answered shortly.

"Oh~ so she's finally dating hmm..but she came to a bar for a date? I didn't know her standards were that low...", Satoru grinned. Suguru didn't move a single mouth muscle to smile.

"That's none of our business. Let's go sit over there", he pointed at the corner of the bar and started to walk ahead.

"Fine", Satoru mumbled before following his best friend.

Two men ordered two most expensive liqueur of the bar. Satoru was talking about business and life. He talked about women as well. Suguru was looking at him but his eyes were drifting back to where you seated from time to time.

"Ya ass isn't listening, Suguru", Satoru complained with a grin.

"Of course I'm listening", Suguru protested.

"Yeah? Tell me what did I just say?", the white haired man asked.

Suguru wasn't actually listening. So he didn't know and his silence made it clear.

"See~ I was talking about the woman, Manami, whom you were going out for a few days. What happened to her? She's pretty. And surely she is charmed by you. Why not having something serious with her then?", He teased.

"No. She doesn't feel right", Suguru sighed.

"Suguru this is your third time giving the same excuse. None of these women seems right to you. Why? Still captivated by your ex's charm?", Satoru's eyes scanned you for once.

"Nonsense. Not everyone is my type", he replied.

"Yeah? Then what is your type exactly?", Satoru asked.

Suguru's eyes again drifted back to you. You looked so pretty in that black short body con of yours with your unbounded silky hairs. It was hard to look away from you. And then there was your date, cheaply dressed. Those might be good brand of cloths but it didn't have any hint of class. It gave Suguru ick and his eyes fell on his best friend again, only to find him smirking.

"What?", he asked.

"I must say your ex is pretty as hell. If she was my ex, I too would have issues in moving on", Satoru remarked.

"I have moved on long ago."

"Yeah I can see very well."

Satoru's grin widened when their order arrived on their table. Suguru scoffed and took one bottle and poured a glass for Satoru and one for himself.

"Cheers!"

They were about to sip when they heard an unknown voice yelling from the direction where you seated. Both of the men quickly looked over your way and found your grumpy annoyed face and the guy infront of you in a desperate wild state.

You really thought Naoya had better topics to talk about. He brought his lips near your ears and whispered, "Let's talk about our...needs"

"What?"

"You heard me babygirl"

It was very weird to address a woman like you as "babygirl" but you let that slide too. His hands were going towards your inner thighs and he pressed a soft kiss under your ear.

"Tell me babygirl, how would you like to be pleased?"

You were unable to answer, feeling the strong ick in your stomach.

"Or should I find out myself..hmm?"

"S-stop"

You pushed him away with your hands.

"What's wrong?"

"It's our first date. I don't feel comfortable in this topic yet"

"Baby don't fight it. Give in to temptation", he moved his hands under your dress but you stopped his hands.

"No."

"C'mon don't be so boring now~", he whined.

"I don't want it", you replied.

"Ugh if you don't want it why the fuck did you even come here tonight?", his toned turned bitter.

"Because I thought this would be a normal first date"

"You think? You think that I would waste my time by going on random dates with YOU?", he pointed at you.

"Excuse me?", you disliked how he talked to you.

"Yes who the hell would go on a date with you? YOU STUPID UGLY BITCH!", he yelled.

"watch your tone", you remarked in a pissed tone.

"HELL I WOULD! YOU'RE FAT. LOOK AT THAT BELLY, POKING OUT OF YOUR DRESS. SO FUCKING UGLY. YOU CAN ONLY BE A ONE NIGHT STAND, THAT AGAIN ONLY FOR THOSE NICE TITS OF YOURS!", He yelled again.

You were seriously annoyed at how he was creating a scene. You weren't up for any troubles like that. You again regretted your decision for coming along with such a cheap date request. He was a complete jerk. You should have acknowledged the signs of his cheap nature. You sighed and quickly brought out your card to pay for your drink while he shouted.

"I would never want to go on a date with a slut like you. A whore. A fat ugly whore."

You glared at him

"Shut the fuck up!", you pressed your teeth together and chewed out.

"You boring ass. You're not even my type."

You finished the payment and got up.

"Thankfully I am not. It was my mistake to even give chance to a shit like you. Asshole!"

"Mind your language!"

"You mind yours first you shithead!"

You pushed him to a side and decided to walk away as you didn't want anymore chaos. But he grabbed your hands and pulled you back. The last bell of your patience went off and you slapped him hard, making him loose balance and fall on the bar floor.

"That's where you belong, jerk!"

You said and left the bar with sheer annoyance while Naoya looked at your way with surprised and insulted expression.

Suguru was noticing it all, along with Satoru. He was pissed as well. The words of that man made him mad. What a ill behaved person!

Suguru was happy when you stood for yourself. He saw you walking out of the bar. He glanced at Satoru and he was already glancing at Suguru. Their eyes had the conversation they needed and Satoru nodded before both of them got up from their seats. Suguru followed your way and Satoru approached Naoya, who fell on the floor.

You came out of the bar and sighed deeply. You feel insulted. That was why you never cared to date till today. You should have sticked to your decision. You felt like a shit. You might have stood for yourself but the insecurity you hid so well, was now poking you. You put your hands on your tummy. Before leaving your house, when you looked at your reflection in the mirror, you were happy and pleased with yourself but now, you felt equally insecure. You rarely felt so, but the alcohol in your nerves was working on your emotions a little as well.

You slowly reached your car and stood there. You wanted to drown yourself in layers of clothing, where your body shape won't be visible anymore. You always thought pregnency as a blessing and your cute little daughter was your world. But this one side... No matter how hard you tried to work out, some changes are tough to get rid of.

Your thoughts were getting all foggy when you again heard someone calling for you but this time the voice was very known to you. You looked back and saw Suguru standing. First you thought you were imaging because of the alcohol but his voice calling for you again made it clear that he was actually there.

"Suguru?"

"Yeah. Feeling shit, aren't you?"

"Listen Suguru, if you are here for another fight, please go away. I don't want..."

"Why would I come all way here to fight you?"

You stayed silent.

"Right..why are you here? Are you stalking me?"

He scoffed before replying.

"I was here with Satoru for a drink. I saw you when I came in but I guess you were too busy with that jerk to notice me", he chucked.

"Whatever. What do you want?"

"Are you okay? You are good at standing for yourself but the after shock drowns you every time. And this time it isn't an exception, I can tell"

"And how does that bother you?"

"Don't be so tough. You can tell"

He took a step closer to you as he looked down at you with soft expression. You looked at the ground and became quiet.

"I know you barely let go of your composure and hide most of your emotions. But you should talk it out when someone is reaching for help."

You sighed.

"That jerk...", you spoke.

"Why did you even choose such a shit in a first place. There are many other men"

"Shoko and Uta forced me sort of..."

Suguru sighed.

"Just because they forced...? You aren't that naive...are you?"

You remained quiet again.

"Tell me about the real reason..Y/n."

You looked up at him and quickly looked away. He put his hand under your jaw to make you look at him again.

"Hmm?"

"Why are you asking me so many things. You have a girlfriend right? Go spend time with her"

"Girlfriend?"

"Yes that pink head"

"Oh..you mean..Manami?"

"Whatever her name is.."

Suguru couldn't help but chuckle.

"She isn't my girlfriend. She never was. We just went out a couple of times but it didn't work out."

You looked at his eyes and sighed.

"...were you jealous..of Manami?", Suguru teased you.

"Who do you think you are that i'll be jealous of your date?", you spat out.

"..hmm..I guess I can tell why did you hurriedly chose a date.."

"What?"

"To feed your subconscious mind that I wasn't alone to date someone else....", Suguru smirked.

You hated it. You hated how he could read you like an open book. You feel embarrassed.

"Shut up"

"You wanted to make me jealous?"

Yes you did, but no way you would say that to him.

"...it worked."

What? What did he just say?

You looked back at him with slightly widened eyes.

"But you didn't need to choose such an asshole. I hated how he talked to you. How did he even dare?!"

You really didn't know how to react at that point. You were feeling so defeated yet the joy of a winner was washing all over your body. You never stopped loving this man. He was your obsession. You wanted him back but yoy couldn't. So you had to win. Anyhow.

"But don't worry, Satoru took care of him. Partially. I'll take care of the rest, wanna join me?"

He said as he hold your hand. You were far too captivated by him to say no. So you nodded to say yes.

"Great", Suguru smiled and guided you back to the rooms behind the bar.

He called Satoru and he opened a door of a certain room and grinned at Suguru and then you. Suguru smirked back and entered the room with you.

It was a somewhat nice and clean room. But your eyes widened when you found your 'date' in the middle of the room, tied to a chair with half closed eyes and a tape on his mouth.

"Hmm~", Suguru hummed in amusement.

"Just as you hinted", remark came from Satoru.

Suguru nodded in response. Satoru looked at you and then Suguru before saying "Enjoy~" and winked. Then he left the room.

You were silent and confused.

"What is this?"

"Doesn't that jerk look great like this?"

Naoya struggled to freed himself as his eyes met yours and Suguru's.

"What are you gonna do?"

"Show him what he did. Show him how he degraded a piece of art which should have been appreciated. Gonna show him what he missed."

Suguru looked at you with the soft smile.

"Care to help me?"

"Huh?"

"Let me show you off to him"

"Suguru.."

"Please.."

You again fell silent. Your thoughts were going wild. This was what you waited for. Getting closer to your ex husband once again was what you craved almost every night. You wanted his touch on your skin once again. You wanted to feel good by him and your fingers were far away from giving you what you wanted. You gulped.

"..allow me?", he said as he cupped your cheeks with his hands.

You nodded finally which made Suguru smile and he connected his lips to yours. You felt heaven. The lips, that made you crazy, that made you go insane with needs and passion was finally connected to yours, again. You closed your eyes and kissed him back as you hands rested on his chest. He didn't want to let go of your lips untill you two felt the need of air again.

He looked down at your flushed face and smiled.

"So pretty", he mumbled "just as I remember"

You hugged him and placed kisses on your temple affectionately. His fox eyes looked over Naoya, who was struggling to free himself and grunted. Suguru smirked and let go of you. Then he picked you up and placed you on the bed carefully. His body hovered over yours. You looked so tempting and beautiful under him like that. How he wanted to just rip off your dress and fuck you rough and fast but he had to be slow and gentle. He didn't want to hurt you after so these years, also he wanted that man to notice each and every moment of your face as Suguru pleased you slowly.

He kissed your jaw tenderly as his hands roamed around your body, recalling each and every curves of yours. His kisses trailed down to your neck. His breath and lip was making you go insane. You wanted more- all of him.

Your hands played with his hair which was tied in half up do. He loved when you played with his hairs. You grunted and moved your head back to give him more space to kiss.

He licked and bit your soft skin while you softly moaned. His lips found his way down to your cleavage. He pressed a few kiss on there before looking up at you.

"Sweetheart, would you mind getting up a bit?"

You nodded and lifted your body a bit to give Suguru a better access to the zip of your dress. His hands reached for the zip and he again kissed you. He pulled down the zip and strated to drag your sleeves down along with the dress.

You gulped and clutched his hands. The presence of other person made you a bit concerned. Suguru understood your signs and soothed you down.

"Shh it's okay love, don't mind that jerk..focus on me"

You nodded and let him continue. His fingers came back on your dress and he pulled it down, exposing your lacy white bra.

Your heart was beating fast after so many days. Suguru stared at you with lust and adoration. You couldn't look at his eyes. Your cheeks were flushed and you squirm under his body.

"Patience baby. Let me enjoy the vision", Suguru teased. Then he pulled your dress down your legs and threw it to a side. You were left in your lacy bra and panty. The cold air touched your skin, making you gasp. Suguru looked at Neoya who was staring at your body. His eyes were now widened and he was getting hard. Suguru smirked and made you his focus again. He lowered and places kisses on your each breasts. You whimpered in response. Suguru's skillful hand slided at your back to unclip your bra. He pulled it with his hands and took it off. He put it to a side. His hands softly glided on your hardened nipples.

"So soft..", Suguru mumbled "the only thing that jerk was right about is this", he pointed at your breasts and cupped them from the under. You shivered at his touch. He started to massage them tenderly before giving your breasts a hard squeeze. Your back arched at his touch. Then he started to play with your hard nipples with his fingers. He tugged on them and pressed both of the nipples.

He slowly lowered his face near your nipples and licked the left one with his hot tongue before taking it in his mouth. He sucked on it slowly, making you moan his name. Your hand tugged on his hair in pleasure. His hand played with your other nipple. He sucked and licked it more. Then he let it go with a 'pop' sound and moved to the other one to give the same treatment.

Once he was done with both of your nipples, he fondled your breasts with his hands and started to kiss the middle area. His kisses trailed down to your belly. The stretch marks from your pregnency was still visible on your lower stomach. He stared at the marks which made you concious again and you squirmed. Your movement made Suguru look back at you.

"Don't struggle. Let me adore the signs which indicates how you carried my cute baby in your womb with so much care. These are beautiful, darling" , he started to kiss your marks.

His words made you both shy and needier. You whimpered and melted in his touch even further. Your arousal was forming and it was visible in your white panty.

"Your stretch marks are the signs of your motherhood baby. Your belly is the indication that you have lived your life. Jerks like him will never understand the beauty of these marks.", he glared over Naoya and kissed your marks again.

"Mhmm Suguru-"

"Hmm", he hummed in response and moved down further to settle between your legs. A wet patch was formed in your panty. Suguru's eyes couldn't leave it. He stared and licked his lower lips.

"My girl..so needy ...just f'me..?"

You nodded desperately. He smirked and tugged at the hem of your panty. He pulled it and dragged it down, exposing your glistening cunt.

"So wet ...so beautiful", Suguru remarked and parted your legs and kissed your inner thighs. Before he continued, he took your bra and panty and threw at at Naoya's way, which landed on his lad and shoulder. Naoya was painfully hard and his precum was ruining his pants. Suguru grinned.

"Like what you see? Jerk", Suguru asked Naoya, who only violently shake his body to make himself free. Suguru didn't give a fuck and looked back at you.

He put himself down at the level of your cunt and looked at your eyes from that level. It only made you wetter.

"Please..", you mumbled.

"Please what love?", he asked with a smile.

You whined, suddenly feeling shy to use your words.

"It's okay I understand", he kissed your inner thighs again before placing a soft kiss on your pelvis. Then he kissed your lower lips softly and you bucked your hips up. But he pins you down by your waist.

"No need to be so impatient love, I am here to give you everything you know", he spoke over your skin. He kissed your slit softly and give it a slight lick, tasting your sweet arousal on his tongue.

"Mhmm as delicious as ever~", he remarked with a smirk and your face flushed again. He gave it a few more licks before he kissed your clit. He started to lick it and swirled his tongue around it and started to suck on it softly. The sucking turned hard in no time as he sucked and played with your clit, making you moan his name again and again.

He was making out with your other lips as a knot started to from in your stomach. With every moment of his tongue, it was threating to burst out. Suguru pushed his tongue inside you, which made you eyes roll back in pleasure. It wasn't enough for him, so he started to play with your clit with his fingers.

He pulled back, only to replace his tongue with his fingers. His lip and jaw was glistening with your arousal. He curled his fingers inside you and added a second one. His pace was fastening when he added another finger. His fingers were long, far longer than yours. It reached to the right spots inside you, while yours barely did. He started to pump his fingers in and out of you, making you moan louder than before.

"Gonna cum baby? Cum then. Cum all over my fingers and my tongue"

You moaned and arched your back. His tongue again attacked your clit as he fingered you. Soon you screamed his name and came all over his fingers and tongue. He hummed and lapped up your juices greedily and got up from the position and looked down at your panting body which was coming down from it's high.

"You did a great job, love", he praised and kissed you. You tasted yourself on his tongue.

He got up and looked at Naoya. His pant was dump and he was sweating.

"Look baby, the jerk who degraded you, is now turned on by your alluring body and your sweet moans", Suguru smirked. You looked at Naoya and noticed his eyes traveling from your face to your rising breasts to your puffy soaked cunt. You didn't feel shy, instead a feeling of joy took over your body and you smiled.

"Let's give him another show to enjoy...hmm?"

You again nodded with a smile. Suguru hummed and took off his shirt, giving you a view of his toned and perfect abs, which you missed a lot. His visuals were always enough to make you feel needy and attracted towards him.

His hands worked on his belt and he took it off along with his boxer, exposing his hardened thick cock. You stared at it like you always did.

"Missed it?", Suguru smirked.

"A lot", you pathetically said. Suguru smiled and kissed you. Precum was already leaking from his tip. He pumped his cock a few times to coat it in his precum and then rubbed it against your soaking cunt, using your arousal as lube.

You moaned as his cock touched your cunt. You missed it, you missed it so much. Your heart felt so happy as you felt the intimate touch. Suguru also grunted as he felt your cunt touching his cock. He missed you too. He missed burying himself in your wet pussy so fucking much.

When his cock was fully covered in your juice and his precum, he positioned himself at your entrance. He kissed you deeply and slowly started to push himself inside you. Your moan became louder with every inch he put inside you. When he was finally inside you, he kissed you again and you two moaned in between the kiss. He gave you time to adjust to his size. When you were finally ready, he started to work his hips.

He was going slow, making you feel every bit of his movement. You arch your back and moaned his name.

"Mhmm Suguru more please..faster..", you begged. Suguru listened to you started to rock his hips faster. Soon he picked up a pace and thrusted into you harder. You chanted his name like a matra and he kissed your neck and his hands played with your nipples.

He took your legs and put it on his shoulder and this position made his cock reach deeper inside you. He hitted your g-spot with each thrust and you moaned along with it. You were getting close and cleaned around him. His cock twitched inside you. You could feel he was close as well. His voice hitched as he moaned in your ears.

"Fuck baby..you take me so well. So fucking well..keep cleaning around me..like that..gonna cum...gonna fill you up so good..mhmm", Suguru spoke.

"Mhmmm Sugu- fuck i'm close too~"

"Shit..you're clenching me so hard, my sweet little wife~", Suguru whispered in your ears. You were getting even closer on hearing him addressing you as 'my wife'. Suguru was quick to catch it and started to praise you by calling you his wife. Even after a few years of divorce, you still weren't out of his spell of magical love. You wanted him to claim you as his wife all the time and you wanted to claim is as your husband as well.

Suguru's motion was getting sloppy and random. He thrusted himself fast in you. You two moaned out each other's names and you came on his cock. Suguru followed you soon by filled you up with his cum.

Both of you panted heavily and suguru pulled himself out. He fell beside you, dragging your overstimulated body closer to his and kissed your neck softly. When he was a bit settled, he got up and walked to where Naoya was tied. He was all sweaty and pathetic. Suguru grinned at him.

"You wish it was you who fucked her instead of me..huh?"

Naoya nodded his head pathetically again, losing sense of what he was exactly meaning.

"Too bad, she is mine....still hard? Pathetic. See how the woman you called ugly has turned you on so good that you're acting like a dog ?", Suguru gave him an amused look.

"First I wanted to break your jaw for your nasty ugly comments towards her but then I thought, this might be far better torture for a shit like you"

Suguru pulled off the tape of Noaya's mouth and he started to pant heavily.

"You..you two..all of you suck!!"

"Still have nerve to speak? I'm surprised."

Suguru untied him quickly.

"Now get the fuck out of here and never show your ugly face to me or my wife!"

"Your..wife?"

"Ex-wife"

Naoya strated to smirk.

"Just for saying. Don't think much. I'm planing on making her my wife again", Suguru whispered in his ears. Your overstimulated brain was far too foggy to notice Suguru's word. Naoya cursed you guys under his breath and left the room as fast he could. Suguru chuckled, closed the door again and came back to you. He hugged you close and kissed you.

"I love you, my wife, my love"

"Mhmm", you mumbled softly and fell asleep, feeling extremely tired. Suguru thanked Satoru, Shoko and Utahime for forcing him and you to come to the same bar at the same day.

Finally he could see a chance to win you back, you get back with you and his lovely daughter. Just the weekends or day offs weren't enough, he wanted to see his child grow, to see his baby girl playing with her mother, his wife. He would for sure win you back.

After all, it was all worth it.

DAMNNN THAT WAS ..SOMETHING. This is the first time I wrote a whole ass smut. Maybe it sucked..or maybe it was actually nice..idk..i'm looking forward to improve all of it.

Thank you for reading <3 have a nice day♡

Reblogs and comments are much appreciated ♡

[queen-of-the-avengers]

Under His Protection

Pairing: Andrew!Peter Parker x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1k

Warnings: angst, stopping a potential rape, getting slapped, minor fluff at the end

Summary: Your good heart won't let you walk by something when you know something is wrong. That usually means trouble for you, but you can always count on Peter to swoop in and save the day.

Squares Filled: villain/hero for @spider-man-bingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

x

Shit, you’re going to be so late. Thank God you live right behind the school for this exact reason. Your backyard is right by the school’s football field so you cut across it every single morning and afternoon. Due to being so close, you can sleep in longer than everyone else.

This time, you might have overslept.

You jump over the fence and walk across the empty football field quickly. You think it’s empty until you hear someone over by the bleachers. You walk a bit closer and see it’s one of the most popular jocks, Jake Staton. He’s honestly one of the best players this school has seen in a few years but all you’ve heard is horror stories about him.

He’s arrogant, a terrible lover, and at times, abusive. He thinks so highly of himself and doesn’t treat women right. Ask any one of his ex-girlfriends.

The girl he’s with says something you mistake for a moan but the closer you get, the more you realize she is protesting against Jake.

“No, stop. Get off me,” she begs.

“You know you want it, baby. Don’t fight it,” he smirks and kisses her neck.

“Seriously, stop. I mean it.”

You could keep walking and ignore what you saw but that’s not who you are. You have a reputation for sticking your nose where it doesn't belong.

“Hey, dickwad,” Jake steps back from the girl to glare at you. The girl pushes him off her but he doesn’t move much. “She said no.”

“Fuck off.”

You step closer and put a hand on his shoulder to yank him away from her.

“She said no. You’re the one who should fuck off.”

Suddenly, you feel a stinging sensation on your cheek. You fall to the ground from the impact and stare at Jake in shock. He backhanded you with the hand that has rings on it. The girl sees this chance to run away from him, and he scoffs at not getting some before school. He steps closer to you but you don’t do the smart thing and back away. You’re not going to show him any weakness.

“Get in my way again and it won’t be your face I’m slapping next.”

Once he is gone, you take your hand away from your cheek to see it bleeding. God, this shit hurts. You can’t go to class with a bleeding cheek so you push yourself to your feet and head to the nurse’s office.

“Come on in, honey,” she says when she sees you standing in the doorway. When she sees your cheek, she gasps. “What happened?”

“I tripped and fell.”

She knows you’re lying but she doesn’t press on if it’s going to make you uncomfortable. You sit down on the examination table and allow her to look at you. She takes care of the bleeding which isn’t from a big cut so it’s easily manageable with a bandaid. The only thing that will be prominent is the bruise already starting to form. She grabs an ice pack from the freezer and places it over your cheek.

“Thanks,” you wince and keep it there.

“Stay here. I’m going to grab something to help with the pain.’’

“Okay.”

You’re sitting there for not even five minutes when Peter Parker walks by the nurse’s office. He makes eye contact and keeps walking but stops suddenly when his brain registrars that it’s you. He rushes into the office with an angry look on his face.

“What the fuck, Y/N?” he cusses quietly. You try to keep him away from you but there is no use. He takes off the ice pack to see the darkening bruise underneath. “Who did this to you?”

When he sees your bruise, you can tell a piece of his heart broke through the look in his eyes.

“I’m fine, Peter. It’s nothing,” you sigh.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

You forgot how overprotective he was when you two were dating. He was the perfect boyfriend to you. He’d treat you like you were the only woman in the world, he brought you flowers every time the old ones died, he made you feel safe and loved. You were and still are in love with him.

He was the one who broke up with you. You went to his house for a study session when he dropped the bomb on you. You were heartbroken. Why did he do it? You two were going really good save for a few secrets you knew he was keeping from you.

That’s why he ended things with you. He hasn’t told you that he’s Spider-Man and it was becoming a hindrance keeping that secret from you. He loved you too much to bring you into his mess so he had to end things with you before you got hurt because of him. It hurts him to keep you at such a distance knowing how much he loves you.

“Jake Staton,” you sigh. Keeping it from him is pointless. He would have gotten the answer one way or another. “He was going to rape this girl and I had to stop it. I couldn’t do nothing.”

He loves how caring you are about other people, even people you don’t know. He places the ice pack back on your face and you hold it there so it doesn’t fall. He doesn’t say another word and leaves the nurse’s office.

He doesn’t have to say anything for you to know where he’s going. After the nurse gave you some medicine for the pain, a touch up of your makeup, and one of Peter’s baseball caps that you stole, you were ready for school. You kept your head down for the first half of school so that you didn't have to talk to anyone.

By lunch, you are sitting with your best friends who already know what happened. You’re checking out of the conversation since you don’t feel like talking to anyone when you notice Jake on the far side of the cafeteria. He’s sporting his own bruise on his face with a swollen eye and busted lip.

Your eyes immediately go to Peter who is sitting with Harry and Gwen. He grins when he sees you and winks at you to let you know even if you’re broken up, he still will always protect you. You know you shouldn’t feel this way but your heart skips a beat and your stomach does summersaults at his attention.

x

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[twice-inamillion]

Member Practice

Angst (morning sickness)

Chapter 201

1.1 K Words

(Sana stressed and morning sickness)

Another busy week. The members have been reviewing the choreography for this tour’s set list after experiencing a few mistakes during the Seoul concert. Today is no exception.

Footsteps are heard early in the morning; Sana rushes from her room and towards the bathroom. In front of her is Momo, who is opening the door and is about to go inside but is stopped by Sana, who is holding her hand over her mouth. She slams the door, lifts the toilet cover and drops on her knees, and hurls. “Sana, are you okay?” ask Momo as she slightly knocks at the door. Mina comes out of her room from the noise of the door being slammed, “What’s going on?” “Sana cut me off and is inside the room; I think she’s throwing up.” Mina walks towards the door, places her ear against the door, and tries to hear what is going on the other side of the door, “Sana unnie, are you okay?” All she could hear was hurling, and gaging sounds coming from the other side. It doesn’t take long until she hears the flushing of the toilet and the noise of the sink running. Out comes Sana with a paper towel in her hand, “Sorry, Momo, I just really had to use the restroom.” “Morning sickness?” asks Mina. “Yeah, it’s been bad lately. Comes and goes at random.” “It doesn’t seem right; I didn’t have much when I was pregnant. Why don’t you take the day off and rest? Don’t think the rest would mind if you take it easy.” “No, it's okay. Just give me a few minutes, and I’ll be okay.” “Are you sure?” asked Mina. “Yeah, I just going back to the room and lay down for a bit.”

————- The members arrive at the company training room and begin with the first choreography.

The first song is done perfectly, and we move on to the next one. The members are excited to move on, but Sana, on the other hand, is secretly already having a hard time just keeping up. With the next song, she begins to lag and make simple mistakes that the members notice. “Stop, play from the beginning,” to which Tzuyu pauses the music coming from the computer’s playlist. “5,6,7, 8” says Jihyo, and they begin from the top.

Only a couple of seconds in, the choreography is out of sync, “No, stop, stop, the music,” and Tzuyu walks back and turns it off. “What’s going on? It’s the second song, and we’re already having problems. Come on, girls.” The members look at each other and apologize to each other, and start again from the beginning. They finish the second song with fewer mistakes than the first two times and move on to the next one. “Okay, next one is “Dance the Night Away. Five, six, seven, eight..” and the music begins to play. Sana tries to keep up with the fast pace of the music but is a couple of seconds behind from the rest, “Oh, no. Please, not again,” as she feels the sudden urge to hurl.” The sudden movements make her feel unwell, and she tries to hang on as much as she can, but unfortunately, she can’t and leaves the practice midway in a hurry, covering her mouth.

The members look at each other in surprise as Mina follows Sana. “What happened? asks Tzuyu. “She wasn’t feeling well in the morning but said that she was okay before we practiced,” says Momo. The members talk amongst each other, trying to determine if Sana is okay. A few minutes later, Sana returns with a pale look, holding Mina’s hand. The members rush to Sana, trying to comfort her, “How do you feel? Are you okay? Do you want to rest a bit more?” Instead, Sana backs up and bows multiple times, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” The members are surprised and immediately try to get Sana back up. “Sana unnie, you don’t need to apologize. We know that you’re pregnant, and it can be hard for you. Please get up, unnie.”

They could see Sana get even more emotional, “I’m holding you, girls, back; I keep on messing up the routine. I even ran out mid-performance.” Sana can’t hold her cry any longer and begins to bawl. “You’re not holdings us back. It’s just practice, don’t take it too seriously. You know we love you no matter what,” says Nayeon. “Bu…but… I made a lot of mistakes during our last concert, I made us look bad in front of Once.” “Yeah, she did step on my foot twice that night,” says Chaeyoung as a joke. The members turn around and glare at Chaeyoung. Tzuyu and Jeongyeon approach her and smack her in the back of the head. “It’s not funny, Chaeyoung,” glares Mina to Chae, causing her to become silent. Nayeon hugs Sana, “How about we all rest for a bit and return later? Maybe some of us go out to get some drinks while the rest of you rest. With the member in agreement, the younger line go out to a nearby cafe. Nayeon and Jeongyeon have Sana in their arms, cuddling her like a little baby. They wipe the tears off her face as she closes her eyes for a quick nap. After falling asleep, some of the members ask each other if they have noticed any changes in Sana these past few weeks. “Well, I did notice her going over some of the fancam videos and our practice videos more intensely, but didn’t think much about it” said Jeongyeon. She has been staying longer in the practice room, but it didn’t seem like she was worried about her mistakes. I just thought she wanted some alone time,” said Momo. “She must have been really self-conscious about her performance. Why didn’t she tell us anything? That she was having a hard time? We could of helped her,” said Nayeon. “Most likely, she did not want to make us worry. You know how Sana is; she doesn’t like showing her feelings, especially when she’s upset,” said Jihyo. “We need to watch over her, especially now that she’s pregnant. We can’t have her s; its too much or over practice, it might be bad for her,” says Nayeon. The members agree and watch her sleeping until the other members come back. Once the rest of the members arrive, they enjoy their drinks and continue their break before returning to practice. They end up choosing an easier song to end with. Their day ends early, and they go back home, ensuring that they keep an eye on Sana to ensure she feels okay.

[misrepresentedmorallygrey]

PROPAGANDA

John

This fella is Fascinating. just trust me on this he deserves to be here

He tried so hard to do the right thing, he feels bad and says things would be better if he was never born. He thinks he should've just stayed acting like a monster and continued to act threatening.

(LONG PROPAGANDA INCOMING)

John. Milgram. Here's a short description of the fortunes and misfortunes of the guy. It gets worse before it gets better (probably).

While MILGRAM is a prison that judges a bunch of sympathetic killers, it doesn't consider him to be one – it didn't even exactly know he existed until too little too late, when it got its grabby hands on the brain of prisoner 009, who claimed to not know anything about any murder he'd have committed. Then, footage from his brain was extracted, as MILGRAM does, into a music video, and… that was MeMe. Ninth prisoner, Kayano Mikoto, was revealed to have DID, and what obviously who do you think actually Killed Someone?

Enter John. Well. Mikoto is half deeply unaware half subconsciously scared of his existence, so the MV painted him in a rather. Deeply disturbing way, bathing in bloody baths and all that (not a blood bath though! easy mistake). Adding to that him showing up in the first Voice Drama for five seconds to punch the "protagonist" and yell for a bit, and the result wasn't. Assuring. The fandom proceeded to treat him like a cardboard cutout and variously dunk on MILGRAM for having a cliché "evil" character w/ DID despite the overall well handling of complex characters.

Two years time skip: second season ending. We get to prisoner 009 again. The protagonist Finally gets to chat with John: and voila, he's admitting to the crime, he's apparently "killed a bunch of people because they annoyed him", which means, as he's saying, Mikoto has nothing to do with the crime at all! And he, as per the judging system, should be forgiven, right! Well, he's so full of shit. The music video immediately reveals how protective he feels of Mikoto (and well, he definitely doesn't rebuke That one), that the events of murder were somehow tied in to Mikoto's job at a black company, his continuous overworking and him being mentally on the brink of breaking; that any committed violence was For The Sake of Mikoto and that John feels deeply horrible for messing up his life in any way. By making himself into the image of a "monster" he's trying to make Mikoto look good in comparison and be forgiven and all. He also mentioned if Mikoto is voted innocent he's gonna try to go dormant since he's The Issue, right, and the audience/protagonist hates him, Right, and Mikoto Also Hates him, Right?

I'm underselling the sheer devotion of this guy tbh.

Yeah, the fandom results were kinda mixed on that one. Lots of people immediately started to love him dearly and kinda forgot any people were maimed or killed with baseball bats; lots also got sold on him "messing up Mikoto's life" and actually voted Mikoto innocent Specifically because of John's promise to eventually "disappear". There's more of the babygirlifying kind in the English side of the fandom that I've seen, to be fair. And that's around where we are!

Dazai Osamu

He did bad things in the Mafia. He's trying to get better. He abused people but he also saved other people. Fans portraying him as an unforgivable abuser are WRONG. He perpetuated an abused cycle on Akutagawa thinking he was right to do that, because of trauma, before he could leave. But he left. He's still treating Akutagawa wrong because he's trying to be a better person but doesn't realize that it will not erase what he did and that he can't just ignore the past. Fans portraying him as a pure angel who didn't know what he was doing because he was sad are WRONG TOO. He abused Akutagawa. He was traumatized but it doesn't give him the right to traumatize innocent people. He's trying to be a better person but he can't keep ignoring Akutagawa. He needs to apologize. And even that won't erase what he did. Dazai is a complex character in a complex situation. He left the abuse cycle and tries to be a good person but did unforgivable things while he was still in this cycle and refuses to aknowledge them. He's not a monster but he's not innocent either.

Dazai used to be a mafia executive until his best friend (a former assassin who remained in the mafia but refused to kill) died. As the friend was dying he told him "I know you don't care about whether you're a good or bad person, so if it doesn't matter to you, be on the side that saves people." Despite that, I've seen countless people insisting that Dazai is a good person/trying his best to be a good person when he really only changed sides by joining a detective agency, while still continuing to do the same things he did while in the mafia (including but not limited to: harassing his coworkers for fun, manipulating people, killing people instead of just trying to incapacitate them, and even torturing an innocent man in one of the side stories). That being said, he's not evil either. Even when he does cruel things, it's not for the sake of being cruel (even when he harasses his coworkers he still has limits), it's just a means to an end. I think most of the confusion comes from a scene where he's talking to a young girl, another former mafia member, who asks if he thinks people can change and he assures her they can, but what the anime left out was that he was thinking about his former assassin friend during that discussion, not himself. The entire series is themed around gray morality, to the point where it's even reflected in the main protagonist and antagonist's designs (mainly white with a bit of black, and mainly black with a bit of white), so I feel like insisting that he's a good person now completely misses the point of the story.

[pabloqavi]

illicit affairs

summary. you and gavi have been dating for five months now but no one knows about your secret relationship until the team catches you ! genre. fluff ! pairing. gavi x reader ! a/n. this is my first short story so please bear with me, i'm also spanish so i'm sorry if there's any mistakes !! ++ wanted to clarify that yes the song is called after the song from taylor swift but there will be no cheating involved

"pablo stop we need to get going soon" you told your boyfriend, trying to push his face away.

"but yn just one more kiss" he pouted while spreading kisses all over your face "need to get enough of them before i go a whole day without them" he said making you giggle before you give in and kiss him

pablo and you have been dating for five months now but no one knew about your relationship since you wanted to keep it private and not have people meddling on it. this obviously included your friends, who were the biggest gossipers known to earth and you wouldn't put it past them to let it slip at any time.

today you were gonna spend a day out with your friends at the beach, taking advantage of the day off the boys had.

"i love you but if we don't start getting ready we are gonna be late again" you told pablo while caressing his face, giving him one last kiss before getting up.

"fine" he kissed your cheek while rushing upstairs to change into his swimsuit. both of you were at your house, which lately had become pablo's as well, to the point he had clothes all over your closet.

one you both got ready you grabbed your car keys and left for the beach. it wasn't a rare occurrence to see you driving pablo everywhere since despite being now 18 he didn't have his license yet.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"gavi, yn we are over here" you hear as soon as you get out of the car. seeing pedri waving you over to the little corner of the beach where all your friends are.

once you dropped your stuff and force pablo to let you apply sunscreen on him so he doesn't get sunburned, you run to the water where all your friends are already playing.

"guys we are getting out" sira tells the boys as you head to the towels. seeing the boys follow you out of the water and take out a ball and start doing passes.

after a few hours playing in the sun, the boys start getting hungry and want to head to a restaurant to eat something.

pedri is the first to head towards where you and the girls are talking trying to find a phone to see what time it was. grabbing the first one he sees he turns it on to see the time.

"oh my god" you suddenly hear him yell while covering his mouth with one hand "when did this happen? since when? what? how?" he starts rambling talking to himself.

"what happened?" ansu asks him with all the boys now coming over.

"gavi and yn are dating" he yells turning the phone so all the guys could see pablo's lockscreen, which was a photo of the both of you kissing. suddenly you feel your cheeks heating up and let out a quiet giggle while all the boys look accusatorially to pablo.

"why didn't we know? how long have you even been dating?" ferran asks

"a little over 5 months" pablo replies sheepishly "and we didn't tell you because we wanted to be private and no offense but you aren't the best secret keepers" you tell them making them all scoff in fake annoyance.

yourusername

favourite place with my favourite person 🤍

pablogavi love you more than anything 🤍

yourusername love you more

pedri I CANT BELIEVE WE DIDNT SEE THIS COMING

yourusername can't lie it's embarrassing

ansufati thinking back they made it too obvious 😭

ilovegavi6 WHAT IS HAPPENING ?#!#!

30gavi6 another parasocial relationship ended😭😭

[oohnotvery]

NEW FIC - WIP! Hand To Your Heart (Chapter 1)

Hi all,

This is my take on the classic trope of “Mulder and Scully decide to be friends-with-benefits. Surely they can keep their emotions to themselves, right? Oh, and add in a little Fowley angst.”

This isn’t totally canon-compliant because I genuinely don’t understand the mytharc and don’t care to get better acquainted with it.

As usual, this is a WIP and will have a happy ending (MSR). My last fic proved to me that I shouldn’t promise any true regularity in updating, but I do try to update about 2-3 times a week.

Enjoy, and as always, thank you for reading and commenting! Find me on AO3 (oohnotvery)!

-E.

tagging @today-in-fic

Scully

They haven’t tried this position before, but Scully is glad it’s what Mulder wants tonight. Here on his bed, with her ass in the air and her eyes pinned to the pattern of his duvet, it is a welcome relief not seeing his face as he approaches orgasm.

When they initiated this little arrangement five weeks ago, she didn’t put much—if any—thought into which sex positions they might try. At the time, all she really cared about was getting him naked regularly, having the chance to touch his body without hesitation, and being able to engage in her most recurrent fantasy—sex with Mulder—without a hint of shame.

Of the fifteen times they’ve had sex, they’ve tried a lot of things together: missionary, cowgirl, standing, spooning, going down on the other, and one time, he even convinced her to sit on his face. Although she blushed from head to toe at that last one, she has a feeling that for the rest of her life, it will stand out in her memory as the most thigh-trembling, toe-tingling, spine-curling orgasm of her life.

So tonight, when he tossed her face down on the bed, she was a little surprised. They’ve never tried doggy style before. Although in past relationships she’s enjoyed the feeling of being taken from behind, she hasn’t been too interested in trying a position with Mulder that feels so . . . detached.

Her surprise quickly gave way, however, to a deep surge of relief. Tonight, he’s not pulling her into his lap or positioning them like he normally does—foreheads touching, gazes locking as they come in near synchronicity. No. That would be far too intimate tonight.

Maybe he’s feeling it too, she thinks as he pauses to shove her legs even wider apart. Her clit is nearly touching the mattress now and she resists the urge to grind down into his bed. She doesn’t want him to see her so needy. Not tonight, not when the tension between them has escalated to a fever pitch. Not when they can barely look each other in the eyes.

It was a mistake to come here, she thinks as he starts slamming into her. She is too vulnerable, too emotional, stripped bare after a week of confusion, jealousy, and disloyalty.

But the little chicken-scratch note he slapped on her desk today was too tempting to ignore.  

Tonight, my place. Be there at eight.

All of their prior dalliances have begun either with flimsy pretense or mutual understanding: she’s stopping by for a drink, he’s coming over to share notes, they decide to leave work early, he books them conjoining motel rooms. Never has one summoned the other, not like this. Part of her really, really likes it, likes the way his demand makes her stomach swoop. The commanding tone of his request feels primal, possessive. It says you’re mine, and I will fuck you tonight whether you want me to or not.

Surrendering to her baser desires has been so, so easy lately, so when she saw his note, it was natural to consider allowing it one more time. They’ve been opposite soldiers on the battlefield all week. Maybe crossing enemy lines could yield reparations, understanding, an alliance.

No. She should have resisted. She should have remembered all the ways this week has ruined them. Wasn’t it just a few days ago that she met Diana Fowley? That she spied Mulder tenderly holding hands with this mysterious new agent? That she visited the Gunmen, only to learn the true nature of this woman from Mulder’s past? That she left their lair feeling humiliated, betrayed, and replaced? That she swore to herself she’d never sleep with Mulder again?

And she knows why Mulder demanded her company tonight. Although there hasn’t been an obvious pattern to their past hook-ups, she knows he’s using her. It’s part of why they agreed to this arrangement, right? Stress relief, a trusted partner with whom to engage in mutually beneficial safe sex. Completely emotion-free. Strictly platonic. And God knows Mulder has been through the ringer this week. Their office, burned. The X-Files, incinerated. Diana, shot and hospitalized. It makes sense that he’s using her body to drown out his worries, but it makes less sense that she’s just letting him. But . . . but he’s Mulder, and even if he’s been difficult and moody and elusive all week, he smells good and looks good, and she knows the way his tongue feels on her clit, and she knows the way he grins when she tells him she’s coming—

She gasps, returning violently to the present moment as Mulder pulls out all the way and slams his hips back into her. She grits her teeth as pleasure-mixed-with-pain ripples treacherously through her body. She buries her face in the duvet and tries to remind herself that Mulder has visited Diana in the hospital every day this week. In fact, she knows he was there today, because when he answered the door tonight, he still had a visitor’s badge taped to his t-shirt. As soon as she saw the ugly thing, she almost turned around and walked out. She can’t fuck someone who’s interested in someone else, right?

But he had grabbed her by the neck and hauled her into him, and because he’s a beautiful kisser, because his erection was so damn rigid against her jeans, because his breath tasted slightly of alcohol, she caved. He’s using her for sex? She could certainly do the same.

But tonight has been noticeably different than all their past visits. Over the last few weeks, she’s grown to expect Mulder to talk while he’s fucking her. Sometimes sweet, sometimes dirty, sometimes with a flick of his tongue in her ear, sometimes with his lips suctioned around her clit.

But he’s eerily silent tonight. Normally at this point, with sweat breaking out over their bodies and her clit screaming for attention, he’s beginning to move his mouth to her ear, starting to whisper things like good girl, come for me, you feel so fucking good, oh, I’m gonna come, Scully, your body is so sexy.

And yet, he hasn’t even touched her tonight. Usually, there’s long stretches of foreplay before he actually starts to fuck her. Most days, she’s already come once from his fingers or his mouth before he even begins to suggest penetrative sex. But tonight, he went from zero to sixty in a matter of minutes, and with his lack of attention and her growing indignation, her body’s arousal is dipping, dipping, dipping. She’s simply not wet enough for this.

He slams back into her and this time she cries out in real pain. That was too rough, she should say, and any other day, she would raise her head and tell him. And if he were truly in tune with her like normally, he’d notice her discomfort. He’d see the way her muscles are tensing, the way she’s leaning her hips away from him, the way her whimpers are growing more and more distressed.

But instead he just adjusts his grip, grabs her shoulder, and brings his other hand up to her breasts, plucking at her nipples. At first, the change is welcome—he’s touching me!—but then his fingers pinch hard. Too hard. She bites her lip until she tastes blood, but she’s tough, and she refuses to admit that it hurts. Not tonight.

He pounds out a half dozen more strokes then folds over her, his chest slick against her back, his mouth brushing up against her ear. Oh. Okay. Maybe he is going to talk her through her orgasm.

“Close?” he asks on a grunt, and she doesn’t think he’s ever had to ask her that question. Usually by this point, she’s already telling him—both physically and verbally—that she’s nearing her orgasm.

The answer is no, no, she’s not close at all. She’s not going to come tonight, not with Diana Fowley and betrayal and a burned office and a distant partner on the brain.

“Scully?” he prods aggravatedly when she doesn’t answer. He’s gone still inside her and it’s a welcome relief. She’s never been this unresponsive to him, has never had a problem with her arousal around him. Hell, she’s been wet for five years. Tonight, though, he’s just not doing it for her.

But she can’t talk about it. There’s no conversation they could have that would improve the state of their relationship right now. She’s not going to admit to her insecurities around Diana Fowley, and he doesn’t even know the Gunmen revealed their secret dating history. It would be embarrassing—mortifying, really—to admit to such knowledge, to such feelings. So instead, she closes her eyes and nods.

“Yeah.”

He hesitates briefly before lifting off her back and sliding his hands back down to her hips. She bites the inside of her cheek as he pounds into her, five, six, seven, eight times, and then he’s coming. When he slips out and pushes her away onto her side, the breath sputters out of her in gasping relief. Her cunt is aching, and not in a good way. The only fluid down there is Mulder’s semen leaking out of her, and even that stings and itches against her sensitive walls. She squirms uncomfortably for a minute, wondering what he expects from her next. Normally, he tugs her into his chest and holds her for a long time, sometimes so long that she forgets to make an excuse about needing to go home. On more than one occasion, in fact, she’s woken up the next morning to his wandering hands under the sheets and a fresh cup of coffee on the nightstand.

She steals a glance behind her and to her consternation, his eyes are closed, his mouth half-open, his breathing deep and even. The bastard is already, impossibly asleep. Angry, outraged tears collect on her lashes as she realizes she’s been dismissed. There will be no sleepover tonight, no cuddling, no coffee in the morning. Indignantly, she swipes at her wet cheeks. She will not waste tears on this humiliation.  

Moving silently, she collects her things and heads to the bathroom to clean up. A quick glance at her watch tells her it’s not even nine o’clock yet. Jesus Christ, she hasn’t even been here an hour. Somehow, though, it’s been more than enough time for something sick and twisted to curl up in her gut, for a painful ache to weigh down her heart.

It wasn’t supposed to feel like this. Sleeping with Mulder was never supposed to feel demeaning or humiliating. When they came up with this little arrangement, she imagined a lot of things, a whole host of possibilities: great sex, a more intimate bond, a relief to the tension that’s been building and building and building all these years. Of course—because she’s not an idiot—she also considered some the less pleasant outcomes: that the sex would be mediocre, that they wouldn’t “click” in this particular way, that he’d want to call it off after just one try.

But for all the ugly scenarios she did cook up, she never once allowed herself to face the truly terrifying possibilities. She never once imagined herself sneaking out of his apartment after a quick, unsatisfying fuck. She never once envisioned herself crying on the drive home as the twin pillars of shame and resentment took hold in her chest. She never once thought that she would be left broken and hurting after just five weeks of sharing his bed. She never once considered that she would leave his apartment feeling worse about herself than she did upon arrival.

And of course, naïve as she’s been, she never believed there could ever be another woman involved.  

In her car, she slams her fist on the steering wheel. God, why hadn’t she thought of these things? Why hadn’t she considered the possibility that things would go terribly, terribly wrong?

Because you’re in love, a small voice whispers.

She grinds her teeth and grips the wheel tighter, refusing to acknowledge the thought playing at the back of her mind. She will never let herself bring that particular idea to the light. It is dangerous, unwieldy. Being in love with Mulder isn’t an option. The foundation of their sexual arrangement is that the raging tension and chemistry between them is purely sexual. There are no emotions, save for the natural affection and fondness that comes with being partners for five years.

And although she’s always been good at shoving down her emotions, right now, they’re climbing higher and higher in her throat. If she opens her mouth, they just might spill out. Things like love, desire, devotion, passion. Things that are much heavier than friendship. Things that will break them.

Regret surges all around her, and she knows she has made a grave error in judgment. For her own sake, it is clear she needs to end this with him. The persistent flood tears tonight are proof alone that she has gotten too invested, too emotional. The gut-wrenching idea of Diana Fowley lurking in the background is evidence that Mulder never intended for this arrangement to mean anything.

So, she needs to end it.

And yet . . .

And yet, she can’t. Not without alerting him to the fact that she has significant feelings, feelings that he’s crushed to a pulp in just a few weeks.

In the parking lot of her building, she closes her eyes and rests her forehead on the wheel. She shoves past pesky emotions to dig deeper into clarity. So, she can’t end things, but she also can’t sleep with him again. Doing so would break her.

There’s a way to do this, though, a way that doesn’t involve letting onto her feelings or her pain. All she must do is let it fade into the background. Release Mulder to the world, to Diana Fowley, if he wants that woman. Politely refuse his invitations to hang out. Decline to initiate sex on her own. Eventually, someone else—likely a tall brunette with long legs and huge tits—will ensnare him, will entice him, will take him away from her.

Soon, Scully tells herself as she exits the car, he’ll stop coming to her for sex. Soon, they’ll slot back into their old, platonic partnership. Soon, she’ll stop thinking that she loves him.

And soon, she promises herself through gritted teeth, she will forget all the ways he made her feel like he might love her, too.

[taybee613]

That was (not) Unexpected

Summery: Why is he being so distant from you? You find out why.

Pairing: Jungkook x f!reader | friends to lovers(?) | And they were roommates. Oh my God, they were roommates.

Warnings: Smut, angst, language, masturbation (m), Jungkook gets frustrated at the reader once (you'll understand), voyeurism, (If you squint real hard) mension of alcohol use.

Author's note: Hello! So, this is my first ever fanfiction. Really my first ever piece of writing besides from high school. So I would say I'm not really good, yet. Wasn't good in high school. Lol. I guess a little tidbit of information about me is that I make up little fanfictions in my head. Who doesn't, right? As I was making up a scenario this morning I was itching to write this down for some reason. As I was writing, I got really excited and wanted to share.

Feedback and tips are appreciated but please go easy on me. 😅 (There might be spelling mistakes, I know there has to be run on sentences.) Repeating of a lot of words. My vocabulary isn't very big.

Okay, I'm done. Enjoy! 💜

"Hey, whatcha making?" You quickly pop up from behind Jungkook, while he's making something on the stove. "Oh! Um, Gochujang Noodles." He says clearing his throat with a hit of nervousness in his voice.

Werid but you must have scared him good you thought. You giggle to yourself while walking over to the kitchen island, taking a seat on one of the stools.

"Sounds yummy. Safe some for me, m'kay?" With your stomach already rumbling from the smell of the food. "Okay." The small kitchen goes silent, minus the noodles that are boiling and vegetables being chopped. So you try to make small talk. Which is a strange feeling being that you two always talk about anything and everything when possible.

Before you start talking though, you look over and notice he's fidgeting a little. Is he nervous about something? Is something on his mind? You want to bring it up but decide not to.

Not being able to take the silence anymore. You ask "So, what are you doing after you're done making the food?" Stupid question but you know, to fill the void. Jungkook suddenly stops preparing the ingredients and thinks for a moment. Turning his head to look over his shoulder, not really making eye contact. "Maybe watch some TV. I don't know."

The tone in his voice is off. What is up with all these mundane answers? Is he okay? He must be having a bad day or something you thought. That's strange because you guys talk to each other about how you're feeling all the time. Maybe you should wait for him to bring it up.

~~~

It's been five days and he's still acting weird and distant. It's starting to worry you. He barely greets you when he comes home from being out with his friends. Not stopping in the kitchen to have your usual little chats throughout the day. Eating on the couch and watching TV together are eerily silent now, even with the TV on. This is getting awkward and scary at this point. Too awkward to the point where even you don't want to bring it up. So you decide to get some advice from one of your friends.

~~~

Relaxed on your friend Chloe's couch with a glass in hand. Sharing a bottle of wine that sits on the coffee table in front of you. Chatting, laughing and catching up with each other. Enjoying each other's company.

Though after some time you finally decide to bring up Jungkook but for some reason it makes you nervous about what she might say. You open your mouth but close it immediately, not knowing how to start. She notices this and raises an eyebrow in curiosity. Sitting her drink down on the table.

In a serious tone, "What's up? Talk to me." Closing your eyes with a deep inhale and a shaky exhale. Focusing on the words you want to say. "I don't know what's wrong with Jungkook. He's acting very strange and distant lately. I'm afraid I did something wrong and I don't know what. It's been five days and he's barely talked to me. I don't know if our friendship is drifting apart. I'm afraid to talk to him about it. But I'm also afraid to lose him. Am I going to have to move out? Can I move in with you? What do I do? I don't know!"

Her eyes close and she starts shaking her head side to side, trying to keep up. "Whoa whoa whoa, hold on. Pause. What?" You sit back, noticing you got too riled up. "Did you get all that?"  you laugh nervously.

"Yeah, I think so." Her giving you a sympathy laugh.

Waiting a moment, looking at you with fond eyes and taking your hands into hers. "How about you wait a couple more days and if he doesn't bring up anything about it. You do. Okay?"

~~~

You took her advice and waited. Those two days seem to go by painfully slow. It almost seemed like it got worse. Like he was barely even there at the apartment but he was. A ghost.

In your room you were pacing back and forth, so nervous. Rethinking over and over again about what you might say. What he might say. Overthinking.

You look yourself in the mirror that's hung on your wall and tell yourself that it was time and that this shouldn't be a big deal.

You walk out of your bedroom and find him standing in the kitchen, snacking on something. Making eye contact, he's the first to look away. Also looking away you thought Is this a good idea? Are you even ready for this? Looking back up. No, you are ready. There's unknown tension in the air. You break it by asking "Can I talk to you for a moment?" There's a pause. He sits the bag of chips down on the counter, brushing his hands together getting rid of the crumbs. "Um, sure."

You gesture to sit down at the island. He slumps down in the chair, seeming disinterested. Another pause but knowing that he's not going to talk first. You try to look him in the eyes but he looks at everything but you. Internally sighing to yourself, you finally ask. "Is everything okay with you?" Pause. Jungkook stares at you, no expression on his face. You can't read him. "Yeah, why?" A two-way conversation. You mentally sigh, this is a good start but just the beginning.

"It's just that you seem very distant lately and we don't talk much anymore. Did I do something wrong?" Pause. You peer down and notice he's shaking his leg pretty fast. For the four years you've known him, you've picked up on his little habits. He only does that when he's very nervous. You look back up and he's looking at you. A feeling you didn't know you missed. Fixing his posture and clearing his throat. Voice sounding horse. "No, of course not."

There's worry on his face this time. Actually looking at you with feeling. Your heart melts. Is he finally back? Can you guys finally talk like normal?

"Then I would like to know why you've been so distant with me." This time his face looked of pure concern. You got scared but instantly ensured him. Grabbing his hand.

He looks down at your hands touching. Slightly biting his lip. "Kook, you can come to me for anything. I'm always here if you need to talk. You know that."

He pulls away his hand from yours. You didn't notice but as he looked away, he looked flustered. Back to square one. What did you need to do? What did you need to say? Nothing? You couldn't do that. A dark frog would fall over you. You don't think that you could live here, if you couldn't talk to him like you used to.

"Please." Tears started welling up in your eyes threatening to fall. "Talk to me." Looking down. You felt defeated. Pause.

"Okay." Looking up with eyes slightly wide. Wiping away the tears that had fallen. You listen intently, waiting. What could he possibly say that would keep him from avoiding you for so long?

He takes a deep breath in, staring into your eyes. Afraid but ready.

*I-... I heard you.*

...

Confused was an understatement. You don't even know what your faced looked like trying to understand what that means. He could read that loud and clear.

He took the deepest sign you think you've ever heard someone make and continued. "The reason why I've been so awkward around you is because..." Pause.

"I heard you masturbating"

Your eyes got slightly wider than before. Trying to process what he just said. Then click. It all made sense. This? This is why he didn't talk to you?!

A hugest sigh of relief washed over you like a tidal wave but then the slightest heat to your cheeks brought you back. Looking at Jungkook now, the look of embarrassment and shame was painted on his face like a big old canvas.

You laughed, you don't know why you laughed. Maybe it was just because all of this was just so funny to you now. Even he started to laugh a little. More like a hesitant laugh though.

You finally calm down and and speak.

"Kook, that's okay. I mean we've lived here for three years and these walls aren't exactly that thick. It was bound to happen." You chuckle while waving your hand towards him.

Even though you found the root of the problem, silence still fell between you two. Oh no. Looking at him, he looked like he wanted to say something else. You grew curious and had to push. "Is that all?"

A slight pink tint rose to his cheeks. Is he still embarrassed about hearing me?

"Yes." He says while rubbing his earlobe. Another nervous habit he does. Now you were really curious. "Well according to the blush on your cheeks says otherwise, Kookie." With the most smug and playful smile you could muster. You wait for his response.

With a sudden bolt out of his chair you're taken back by his sudden movement. He is now standing, leaning against the fridge with one arm up. Facing away from you. Did you say something you shouldn't have? Fuck. You guys always joke around, even when it's about something sexual. It's just two adult friends joking around. Right?

He suddenly speaks but you can barely hear him. "What?"

"I liked it."

...

"You liked what?"

"God! You are so clueless sometimes!" He turns around and snaps at you. You're taken back again. Like really taken back. He's never yelled at you like that before. Ever. Maybe just playfully but never this serious in hindsight. Looking down at you, seeing the startled look on your face. His features soften and he sits back down, staring down at his lap.

"I'm so sorry. I- I'm just so frustrated right now." He looks up at you, staring into your eyes intently. "You really want to know why I was avoiding you?

~flashback~

1:00 a.m., seven nights ago.

Jungkook walks into your shared apartment after a night out with friends. He calls out for you but doesn't get a response. Wanting to tell you all about his night out. He walks into the living room and sees you're not there. So assumes you're in your bedroom. Walking towards the hallway, about to knock on your door when he hears something. It sounds like a cry. Worried he's about to reach for the door handle but stops when he hears another noise. A different noise. A moan? His eyes go wide, wanting to step back but can't. Intrusive actions take over and he leans closer to the door. Hearing you, listening. And the more he listens, the more he likes. Pause. Wait. Nononono. He finally takes a step back. No. This shouldn't be happening, he shouldn't be liking this. You're roommates, you guys are friends. He looks down and see a noticeable bulge in his pants. "Fuck" he whispered. Looking at your door one last time, then rushing to his room. Looking around frantically like something in there will help his little situation. But nothing.

As the night went on, he lays there in his bed staring up at the ceiling. Noticeable bulge still there. Case of blue balls over here am I right? He's aching. Yeah, he could just rub one out, but this was different. The blue balls were caused by you. You. Now you may be thinking has he ever thought about you? The answer is no. He knows it's normal for even the best of friends to think about each other at least once. Not him. Yeah does he think you're beautiful. Of course. Too beautiful in fact. Ahhh! Fuck. But he's kept this kind of reputation of "not thinking like every man ape" going. Up until now that is.

He looks at the clock. 2:37 a.m.

It's starting to get agonizingly painful. All he's been thinking about is you. After this is all over he's going straight to horny jail. Wait, why didn't he think of this before. Porn. Of course! Pulling out his phone and headphones. He heads to any porn site he can think of.

He literally clicks on the first video he sees. Shoving his hand down his pj pants. "God, I'm so fucking hard ah~" he hisses as he stares at the screen. He spits into his hand. Taking his cock fully, gritting his teeth. Making long tight strokes. Spreading the precum that's already been sitting there, waiting to be used. His head shoots back in pleasure, dropping the phone to the side of him on the bed. Whining and whimpering. He's so sensitive. Breath catching in his throat. Picking the phone back up, he stares at it closely. At the women. Loving how she moaned. Seeing how her tits bounced. The way that pussy wrapped around the guys dick. Wishing that was his. "Fuuuuckk"

Wishing that was your pretty little moans he was hearing. PAUSE. "Ahhhhahaha shit" he nervously laughs in frustration.

"Fuck fuck fuck" he was getting angry with himself. But he just couldn't help it. He ripped the headphones out of his ears and shuts the phone off. He couldn't stop hearing your moans in his head. It's like they were put into a perfect little filing cabinet labeled "sounds you can't get out of your head" in his mind. Looking down, he noticed his cock wasn't even out yet. So he pulled it out of his pants and saw how red the tip was. He almost started crying with how much he's neglected it thus far. Laying his head back down onto the pillow, he turned his head to the side. Facing the one wall that connected your two rooms. He thought you have to be sleeping by now. But what does that do for him? Nothing. Not like you could help in the situation anyway. But...

"Fine!" He says through gritted teeth. Spitting on his hand again. Hovering it over his huge cock. Watching the sinful liquid fall as it hits the tip of his cock. He moans imagining it was your spit. Starting with the tip, massaging it with his fingers. Already feeling so close. A low moan rips through his chest and lands in his throat. You're on top of him in his mind. Riding him. Your tits bouncing side to side, up and down in front of his face, just the way he likes it.  His hips buck up into the air. " Yeah... That's it baby, fuuck"

The grip on his shaft tightens. Feeling it pulse hurts so good. He's actually crying now. He wants to hear you, he wants to feel you.

You're literally in the next room. The thought of you touching yourself right now to the sound of him almost pushes him over the edge. Just to hear your sweet moans ring in his ears one more time. They sounded like beautiful music. Wanting to replay it over and over again.

"Please. Please. Pleasebabypleasepleaseplease"

Head hitting hard against the pillow, back arched off the bed. Left hand gripping the sheets, right milking him for everything he's got. Eyes screwed shut. Seeing Stars behind his eyelids. Breathing rapidly going in and out. Feeling slightly light-headed "Ahhhhhh~ fuuuuuuuck~"

Head is spinning, he's still seeing stars as he opens his eyes. Looking down. He thinks to himself he's never seen that much from masturbating before. "Holy shit' this is a problem" swallowing hard, mouth dry. Still trying to catch his breath. He removes his hand from his softening dick. Soothing himself now. Lifting up his shirt as he runs his hands up and down his torso. Feeling the high finally coming down.

Staring up at the ceiling again, not moving. He thinks yep, this is a problem.

~End of Flashback~

He didn't go into that much detail. Probably not wanting to scar me for life.

"So, that's it. That's why. Happy?"

You take a moment to answer but yes you are happy. Just getting to talk to him again, even if it was for something like this. Made you happy. "Yes." Shaking your head with understanding eyes towards his confession and frustration.

And you do understand, completely. So much so, that you've masturbated to the thought of him a handful of times... But he doesn't know that. Until now.

"Don't worry, okay? That doesn't bother me because, I have a confession to make too. I've masturbated to the thought of you countless times."

...

"What?"

"What? You think with you being as attractive as you are. See you walk around here without a shirt on. Seeing those beautiful tattoos. Oh, I've thought. I've thought big time."

You chuckle but merely to yourself. But when you look up at him he's not laughing. No, no at all. His eyes are on you. Hooded and dark. Piercing through you, gazing you up and down. "And when did you think you were going to tell me this?" Standing up slowly, he shadows over you. You gulp.

"I- um, maybe when we are both drunk and saying the shit that pops into our heads. I don't know." His eyes grow darker, if that was even possible. You're scared but not the kind of scary when you want to run away. The kind of scared of what is to happen next.

Without another word, within a heart beat he picks you up out of your seat with both hands around your waist. Lifting you up onto the kitchen counter. Moving the chairs out of the way as you watch with anticipation. Rolling up the sleeves of his shirt, he walks over to you. Suddenly seeing his forearms covered in those tattoos you mentioned. You feel a sudden jolt to your core. As he reaches you, you're in utter shock. Shocked that you don't even notice he's spreading your legs open until he's in between them. Putting both hands on either side of you onto the counter. Trapping you. Looking down at his lips, you see his tongue gliding between them. You glare back up into his "fuck me" eyes and he says.

"Now. Let me pull those beautiful moans out of you myself this time hm?"