#and sometimes im in the kitchen and would hear footsteps.

[a-small-writer-in-a-big-world]

Heaven Help a Fool Who Falls in Love

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, mutual pining, Simon being in love but not saying anything

Words: 3.5k

Synopsis: Months apart makes Simon realize how much he truly wants you...

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Simon tries not to wake you when he comes home this early in the morning. He makes sure to open the door as quietly as he can despite the creak in it, and always takes his shoes off before stepping inside to minimize the sound of his footsteps. He would argue that he was pretty good at stealth, it was a big part of his job and he rarely ever got caught, yet when he was trying to sneak around you, you always seemed to hear him. 

It didn’t matter if he came into the apartment without making a single sound, the light in your room would always turn on minutes after his arrival.

You stepped out of your room still in pajamas, your eyes blurry from sleep as you made your way into the living room to greet your roommate. You yawned and rubbed the sleep from your eyes as you turned the corner, a small smile pulling on your face when you saw him looking as if he’d been caught doing something bad.

“Morning.” Your voice was still heavy with sleep. 

“Go back to bed.” Simon’s voice was soft yet there was almost a demanding undertone to it as he set his bag and shoes down on the floor.

“And miss ‘Welcome Back Breakfast’? No.”

It was a tradition you had set up a little while after you roommed with Simon. A meal cooked by you whenever he got home, a small celebration that he was back after being gone for months and an excuse to catch up on everything he missed. It also forced him to eat something when you knew that he wouldn’t otherwise.

He never outwardly expressed his love for the meals but you always knew he appreciated them when he ended up eating seconds and thirds of the food you made. However, he didn’t particularly like the breakfast meals mainly because when you were cooking him breakfast, it was between the late hours of the night and the early hours of the morning.

Simon didn’t like when you lost sleep because of him.

“Class doesn’t start until nine.” He argued but you dismissed him with a wave. 

“So? I’ll be fine.” You didn’t give him the chance to argue anymore as you walked into the kitchen. “If you take a shower now, I'll be done when you’re finished.”

You listened to him walk towards the bathroom with a small smile, finally feeling at ease as the silence in the apartment disappeared after months of being alone. It was like a heavy weight had been taken out of the air or like the sun had finally parted the clouds after weeks of cloudy skies. Everything in you felt better when you heard the shower turn on as you began to cook breakfast.

It was a strange situation you were in. A college student who started way after she finished high school staying with a guy who disappeared for months on end for an unknown job living with each other in a small apartment. 

A normal person would be thrilled that their stranger of a roommate was never there, especially when that stranger sometimes came back with fresh wounds, but Simon Riley was no stranger to you anymore.

It took almost a year and half before either of you got to the point where conversations flow freely, where you can talk his ear off about what you’ve been doing while he’s gone and something stupid that’s been going on in your classes without having to worry if you’re overstepping. You ask him about how he is and how he feels, he’ll answer. He’ll talk to you as much as he can and answer any questions, but there is one thing completely off limits.

His job.

You gathered he was a private man when you first moved in and he kept most of his belongings to himself. He never let you into his room and he had been shy about showing you his face until you expressed you were a little worried he might be a felon.

You tried to ask once, but he shut it down immediately.

“Someone like you doesn’t need to know about that.”

The response confused you then and still confused you to this day. You weren’t sure what he meant by ‘someone like you’, but you never questioned it, not when he gave you an almost glare, a warning for you to never ask again so you never did.

Not when he came home with wounds and not when you noticed the various weapons in his bag that he brought home. You turned a blind eye to the gun he kept in his nightstand and the knife he had hidden underneath his pillow in favor of keeping your friendship alive without pressuring him to give up his secrets. 

You wouldn’t trade the relationship you had with him for any information. Especially not when he made you feel a certain way.

You finished cooking when Simon joined you in the kitchen with damp hair, smelling fresh and like home. You were about to plate food for you both before he gently pushed his knuckles into your shoulder.

“Sit.” He told you as he took the plates from your hands.

“You’re bossy this morning.” You teased but did as he said and sat down at the table, watching him make both of your plates. “Everything okay?”

“Everything’s fine.”

Simon set your plate in front of you before he sat across from you as if he hadn’t been gone for months and began to eat. You saw his shoulders go less tense the moment the food was in his mouth and it was hard for you to keep a proud smile off your face as you began to eat as well. You both were quiet for a moment, just enjoying the food and the company of each other after so long.

“So I have an exam in three weeks,” you began and though he didn’t look up from his plate you knew he was listening. “In that one class.”

“Have you started studying?” He wondered and when he looked up at you, you averted your gaze from him quickly. “Am I going to have to help?”

“I’m not going through your crazy study bootcamp again.”

“You passed because of me.”

The conversations began to flow between you both. You talked about how one of your recent classes had been giving you mindless work to do for minimal points and how your other friends were doing, not that he particularly cared about what was going on with them but it was something to talk about. 

He listened and made comments, engaging in the conversation as he helped himself to the rest of the breakfast, feeling a lot better than he had since he stepped on the plane to come back to you. 

Simon watched you talk with soft eyes that bounced across your face unbeknownst to you. He took in everything about you, the small things that changed over the time that he was gone that wouldn’t have made a difference to anyone but he noticed them almost immediately. They didn’t make you any less beautiful or any less than who you were and yet it made him shift uncomfortably in his seat as he felt a small pit form in his stomach.

Maybe he wouldn’t have noticed the changes so much if he had been here, if he wasn’t away from you for so long. Maybe the changes had happened because he had been gone.

He wasn’t stupid. He could see the way you lit up like the fourth of july when he came home, how you would look a lot less tired when you saw him coming through the door like there had been a weight stuck on your chest. It did things to him that he swore would never happen the moment you moved into his flat as his roommate.

He leaned forward against the table as he watched you talk about your recent outing with your friends and his eyes flicked down to your lips. 

Every time he walked through that door and you were there it took everything in him to not pull you into his chest, to touch you to make sure that he was actually still alive and that he got to see you again. That you were still here, that you still liked seeing him even though he neglected you for months because of his job, you still like him enough to make him food when you could easily just make him do it. He wished he could show you how much he actually missed you when he was gone.

You had no reason to be that way with him. You weren’t together and neither of you had ever made the move to take the relationship a step further. You didn’t owe him your time, you could easily find a different place to live and yet you stayed with him for some reason. 

Part of him waited for the other shoe to drop. He waited for you to come to your senses and realize that the friendship you shared was too strange, was too taxing on your health for it to be something that you truly wanted.

Selfishly he wished you never did.

He wanted you to stay. He wanted you in his life even when it could be dangerous. The only thing keeping you with him were the secrets he kept from you.

“Anyway, I was thinking we could go to the store later this evening.” You said and he scowled.

“Why?” He grumbled as he took both of your plates to the sink before you could get up from your chair.

“We need groceries to eat.”

He sent you a look, one that signaled he didn’t appreciate your sarcasm but you just gave him a smug smirk that made him roll his eyes. He went back to washing the dishes and heard you get up, following your movement from the corner of his eyes as you came up to him and leaned on the counter.

“And because of tomorrow.” You smiled, a twinkle in your eyes that made him look at you with confusion.

“What’s tomorrow?” He asked and watched as your face fell slightly.

“Your birthday…?”

“Is it?”

Simon looked at the calendar that was pinned to the fridge and saw that his birthday was indeed tomorrow, but he was completely indifferent towards the day. He didn’t celebrate ever, it had been years since he had celebrated any kind of holiday or his birthday until you came along. The only reason why you even knew was because you asked him and he found it extremely hard to tell you no when you asked him certain questions.

He put the dishes on the drying rack without another word.

“That’s it? Come on, get a little excited.” You nudged his shoulder, feeling slightly sad about his reaction. “You’re here for your birthday which means we get to do something fun!”

“Something fun would be not doing anything.” He retorted but felt a little bit of regret when you gave him a disappointed look.

“You don’t mean that…not entirely anyway.”

Simon dried his hands on a hand towel and stared at you. He watched as you stared back, your eyes still bright despite the disappointment and it made him falter. He couldn’t quite think of what to say so he ended up staring at you for a lot longer than what would normally be acceptable and subconsciously stepped into your space.

You knew he had a staring problem and it didn’t bother you after you figured out that if he was staring at you because something was off about the way you looked, he would tell you.

You raised your eyebrows in question but he didn’t say anything. A small smile crept onto your face and you poked his chest a few times, enjoying the warmth that you could feel off of him.

“What do you want to do?” You wondered softly because as much as you wanted him to have a great time for his birthday, it was still his day. 

Spend time with you. The words nearly slipped out of him before he realized how close he was to you. He took a step back and finally looked away from you, his shoulders tensing up slightly as he moved on to clean the kitchen utensils you used to make breakfast.

Those words seemed innocent enough but he knew that it would reveal way too much about how he truly felt about you which you evidently put you on the spot. As much as he wanted to tell you how much he wanted you and show you the extent of how he felt for you, that could potentially drive you away. He wasn’t going to mess something like this up, not until he was absolutely sure you would return his feelings.

“We still have whiskey?” He asked and you nodded.

“You know I don’t drink your whiskey unless you let me.” You reminded him and the corner of his lip twitched up. “So movie night while drinking?”

“Yes.”

You smiled and it was like he had won the lottery. You grabbed a piece of paper and a pen, scribbling down a few items on it to get at the grocery store before you handed it to him. You couldn't help the excitement that bubbled in you as you thought about having a movie night with him again for the first time in a while.

“You’re also getting a cake.” You stated and walked back to your room to get ready for classes.

“No-”

“I’m making you a cake!”

Simon listened to you close your door before he looked down at the list in his hands. He read over the items you write down, noting that they were ingredients for a dinner he liked, and he felt his chest warm. It was almost too much, your sweetness but selfishly he couldn’t deny it, not when you so willingly give it to him without any conditions. 

He wrote down a couple of things on the list as well before he glanced up at the clock hung in the kitchen. He frowned when he realized that you would have to leave soon. He hadn’t even realized the two of them had sat at the table catching up for that long.

A pit formed in his stomach and he looked around the room, his eyes narrowed as it suddenly felt too unfamiliar to him.

It wasn’t that he hated his flat but it oddly felt less like home when you were gone and he wasn’t. He was too used to your presence when he was home, too used to hearing you piddle around in your room or sit beside him on the couch and he especially was too used to you being around him the first day he was back. Without you around him, he felt like he didn’t belong.

“I just remembered that there’s a festival in town next week.” You came out of your room dressed for the day and with your bookbag. “We should go.”

“What’s it for?” He wondered as he watched you pack your bag.

“I’m not sure but there’ll be food so that’s enough to make me go.”

Simon hummed in thought. He wasn’t one to go to festivals not when there were so many people with overpriced food but the more he looked at you the more he realized that he would at least have some kind of fun if you went together. 

You finished packing and he felt sadness slip into him. He wanted to make you stay just a little longer but he couldn’t, not when he wanted what was best for you, for you to do what you wanted to because you deserved it.

Instead he followed you to the front door, looming behind you as if he were your shadow. He gave a quick tug on the back of your shirt to stop you as you grabbed the doorknob to leave.

You immediately understood what he wanted and a smile stretched across your face as you turned around and pulled him into a hug. This wasn’t the first time he had asked for a hug in this way and you hoped that he would never stop doing as you enjoyed the way his warmth encompassed you. 

He stiffened in your arms before he slowly wrapped his around you, pulling you into his chest as he rested his chin on top of your head. A long sigh left him almost like you had pulled out a lot of the tension left in his body from being on the field and his eyes fluttered shut so he could just enjoy finally feeling you against him.

“Can you survive without me?” You teased in a soft voice and gave him a comforting squeeze.

No. God no. Just the thought made the pit in his stomach deepen and he was ready to try to convince you to skip class this one time. He could manage the few hours you’d be gone but for longer than that? Before it was hard enough leaving his home for months but knowing that he was leaving you along with it made it so much harder for him to be without you.

You’ve ruined him.

“I’ll be fine.” He stepped away from you and stared at you with those tired eyes of his.

You stared back up at him, getting a good look at the scars that littered his face and the small parts of his skin you could see under shirt. You looked for any new ones and relief washed over you when you couldn’t notice any. You hoped that there weren’t any under his shirt but there was no way to know unless you asked him to strip.

You opened the door but didn’t step outside as you faced him. 

“You sure everything’s okay?” You asked one more time because you could.

You were no stranger to the effects his job had on him even if you didn’t know what that job was. You had seen him lock himself in his room for days, not even to come out to eat or to speak to you. Sometimes it started the moment he walked in the door, barely giving you enough time to say hi before he disappeared but other times he seemed fine and then he would immediately crash into a depressive episode. It was impossible for you to tell if it would happen.

“‘M fine.” He assured you and you gave him a smile that lightened the pit in his stomach.

“Be back in a few hours.” You told him and he nodded.

You shut the door behind you and Simon stood frozen where he stood, his eyes trained on the door as a dreadful silence fell over the apartment. His hands curled into fists by his sides and his eyes hardened almost as if he were waiting for someone to burst through the door and attack him.

The silence was only broken by the tinnitus in his ears as he stared down the door, counting the seconds that went by as if it would make time go faster. It felt like a shadow was slowly looming over him, a presence that would drag him down to the darkest depths of his mind just to torment him since he wasn’t distracting himself on the field. He was too antsy to watch a show, too willing to fall back into his mind to read a book. 

There was nothing to do. No one to talk to. You weren’t here to remind him that he wasn’t alone, that everything he loved wasn’t gone and that he hadn’t truly died that day.

For a moment, he thought about putting on his mask just to feel the comfort of it on his face. He wanted to get rid of these feelings and the mask could do that perfectly. It would let him push everything down, beat his thoughts into submission because Ghost was so much stronger than Simon was. He could hide from himself with the mask on and just ignore everything until he went on leave again.

He stepped towards his bag but stopped when he felt guilt creep up in his chest.

You didn’t deserve that. You didn’t deserve to be ignored, to be forgotten by him as he tried to forget himself, especially after how happy you’d been this morning.

Ghost didn’t belong here. As much as he wanted to become Ghost again so he could become numb to the loneliness and the sense of dread wracking his body, he couldn’t. 

Not when he wanted you, when he wanted to see you again after so long.

Simon relaxed his hands and stretched out the tension in them. He huffed and sat down on the couch rather uncomfortably with his hands on either side of him, his eyes going back to the door.

It was just a few hours but Simon would wait for you to come back.

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A/N: This is short but I felt like if I continued it would've dragged on. Anyway, hope you liked. Might become a series idk

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #ghost x you #ghost x y/n #cod ghost x reader #ghost x reader #mw2 ghost #ghost mw2 #simon ghost riley #simon riley

[heavenlyhischier]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐲 𝐈 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥 | 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐇𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬

word count: 5.9k

warnings: idk some angst, misunderstanding, swearing, drinking, kissing

note: im not like super happy with this but oh well! this is my first time writing for the nhl so dont judge toooooo harshly lol. request more if you'd like!

The sun filtered through the cracks in the curtains, gently stirring you from your peaceful dream, eliciting a quiet groan as you were quite enjoying said dream. You dragged the blanket over your head in an attempt to go back to sleep, but that proved worthless as you heard Jack shout your name from down the hall. You could hear his footsteps nearing your room, and you tightened the grip you had on the blanket so that he wasn’t able to rip it off as easily. You just wanted to stay in bed a little longer and then maybe you would get up.

“C’mon, sunshine. Time to get up,” He laughed as he managed to pull the blanket off your body. The way you were curled up in a ball as you tried to shield yourself from the sunlight made his heart swell, but it was a sensation he was used to when it came to you.

For the last six years of his life, you had been present for anything major in his life. Sometimes it was over facetime, but you had still always made time for him and he made time for you. When you had finished college a year early and worked yourself into multiple panic attacks a day because you were scared about what you were going to do from there, it was Jack who suggested you move to Jersey with him. It was Jack who helped you get on your feet and start your career.

In turn, he got to have you there with him. You were there at every home game, smile wide and eyes bright as you cheered him and his team on. You were there to comfort him when he felt like he had let everyone down because had an off game. Nails scratching his scalp as you let him rant about how he felt like he was under too much pressure. He was there for you, too. He was there when you felt like a failure and nothing was going in the right direction. More importantly, you were both there for each other when everything did go right, and that was when Jack felt himself start to fall in love with his best friend.

“Go away,” You whined, “It’s too early to be awake.”

Jack gently grabbed your arms that were covering your face and pulled them down so he could see you. Your eyes were squeezed shut and your nose was scrunched, refusing to welcome the daylight without a fight. “It’s nearly 11:30. Luke and I are already back from morning skate,” He teased, thumbs softly tracing circles on your arms.

You peeked at him through your barely open eyes, meeting his own as he waited for you to get out of bed. You were never able to resist his pleading eyes and childlike pout, and it was quite pathetic just how easy you caved when it came to the boy in front of you. All he needed to do was breathe around you and you would do whatever he asked, but of course he didn’t know that. That was a secret you intended to keep in order to maintain the best friendship you’ve ever had. 

“I hate you,” You grumbled, ignoring the way his touch lit your skin on fire. The action wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, but it made you silently yearn for more all the same.

“No you don’t. Now let’s go or I’ll go get Trevor and we’ll drag you out of bed.”

You let Jack pull you out of your very comfortable bed, and followed him down the hall to the kitchen where Trevor and Luke were bickering over Lord knows what. You sleepily sulked behind your best friend, wanting nothing more than to turn around and go back to bed. The boys had kept you up until nearly four in the morning catching up, and arguing about whose hockey team was the better of the two.

“Y/N,” Trevor’s smile beamed once he took notice of your presence. He left his dispute with Luke and wrapped his arms around you in a hug that nearly crushed you. 

“Trevor, you literally saw me last night,” You feigned annoyance as you wrapped your arms around his neck to return his affection.

Luke watched as his brother’s body tensed; jaw clenching, fists briefly balling into fists, and eyes narrowing in on his two best friends. The nineteen year old rolled his eyes at his brother's obvious, and unearned, jealousy. He lightly slapped Jack on the shoulder, breaking his attention away from the two of you, and raised his eyebrows as he silently asked what was up. Jack rolled his eyes at his younger brother before turning to find something to eat for you.

Trevor knew what he was doing, but he wasn’t doing it because he was trying to be mean. He was trying to motivate Jack to get his head out of his ass and finally admit that he had feelings for you. Making him jealous probably wasn’t the best idea, but none of his other ideas had worked. His encouraging talks had only frustrated Jack, so he was taking a different approach for his short visit in New Jersey. 

“Thank you, J,” You smiled up at Jack as he placed the bowl of cereal on the dining room table you had to beg the boys to get. Jack knew that, even though it was nearing lunch time, you had just woken up and you were going to want breakfast.

“You guys are too cute,” Trevor couldn’t help but tease, falling into the chair on the opposite side of the table, “You need to put us all out of your misery and just date each other.”

“Seriously, Trev? How many times do I need to tell you that we’re just friends and that’s all we will be,” Jack clipped, giving his friend a warning glare as he walked back into the kitchen.

Despite knowing that Jack only ever thought of you as his best friend, the way he said that made your face fall and your chest tighten. You kept your eyes trained on the table in front of you as you blinked back the tears that threatened to spill over. Trevor glanced between Jack and you, eyes filled with worry and guilt once he noticed the way you refused to look up and how red your cheeks were.

“So,” Luke started, trying to diffuse the obvious tension, “You coming to the game, Trev? I know Y/N is because she wants to see Barzal.” Luke also knew what he was doing, and he was doing it to be mean.

Trevor let out a laugh as you defended, “Excuse me, I go to all of your home games! Being able to see Mat Barzal is just a bonus.”

The sound of a cabinet aggressively slamming shut made all three of your heads turn to the kitchen where Jack stood with his back turned to everyone. He mumbled an irritated apology before he finally decided to take the seat next to you. Luckily, Luke’s change in topic was enough to stop yourself from crying, but Jack mistook your reddened cheeks for a blush that was elicited by the mention of the Isles center.

“As long as you’re wearing a Devil’s jersey, look at whoever you want.”

“Why wouldn’t she wear a Devils jersey,” Jack spoke, voice laced with a hint of panic at the thought of you wearing the other team's jersey.

“Because she’s in love with Barzal. C’mon Jack, keep up.”

“Okay, first of all, she is right here and she is not in love with Mat Barzal, he’s just very nice to look at,” You gave the two boys across from you a pointed look before passing a soft glance at Jack, “And I’m wearing a Devils jersey like I do every game.”

The conversation fell back to a less awkward strained topic and the uneasiness between you and Jack faded until it was normal again. The boys still have a few hours left before they have to head back to The Rock for the game, so you all opted to hang out and watch TV before then so they could relax. You were pressed into Jack’s side, his arm slung around the back of the couch as they talked.

It was the small moments like this that made you feel like Jack liking you back was possible. The way that he would pull you back close to him if you scooted even an inch away from him. The way that he would subconsciously trace patterns on your skin because he had to keep himself occupied in some sort of way. It made you feel hopeful, but you were quick to bring yourself back to the heart shattering reality that it meant nothing to him.

To Jack, though, these moments were everything.

-

“Y/N,” Jack’s voice was soft as he knocked on your door, “Can I come in?”

“Of course,” You called out, filtering through your clothes to find something to wear tonight.

Jack was anxious; his heart beating out of his chest and hands slightly shaking as he walked into your room with a piece of fabric in his grasp. He had a jersey with his own name and number on the back , and he was going to ask you if you would wear it tonight. He wanted something that labeled you as his even if you weren’t. Yet.

“What’s up,” You turned to face him, eyes briefly darting down to the jersey in his hand.

“I know you wear just a plain jersey to the games because you don’t want me or Luke to feel left out, but do you maybe want to wear my jersey tonight? It’s totally okay if you don’t want to! Actually, you know what- forget I asked. It was stupid,” Jack rushed out, panic clearly written everywhere on his body as he started to rush away.

“Jack,” You grabbed his hand before he could run away, “I would love to wear your jersey.” You’re not quite sure what exactly possessed Jack to give you one of his jerseys, but you were absolutely not going to say no. To you, the gesture meant everything. A step in the right direction.

Jack searched your face for any sort of doubt, but all he saw was the same small smile and sparkling eyes he saw every time he looked at you. Every part of him wanted nothing more than to kiss you and tell you that he was yours and you were his. Not Mat Barzal’s.

Painfully aware of how close the two of you were, butterflies swarmed your stomach. The way he was looking at you made your heart soar into the clouds and hope filled your veins as you let yourself drift to the possibility that maybe he did feel the same way you had for the last few years. 

“You better get going. Don’t want you to be late,” You whispered, suddenly feeling sheepish because you swear you saw his eyes glance at your lips for a few seconds.

“Yeah, you’re probably right. I’ll see you at the game.” With a chaste kiss on the cheek, he was out the door, leaving you there to overthink the entire interaction.

-

You and Trevor had found your seats, and it was just the two of you since Ellen and Jim were at Quinn’s game. You watch as the team warms up, and, no matter how hard you tried not to, you found yourself mainly focusing on Jack. The way he glides across the ice never fails to amaze you. He belongs out there.

“Nice jersey,” Trevor commented, eyes staying trained on the ice with a sly smirk on his face.

“Shut up,” You rolled your eyes, “He asked me if I wanted to wear it so I said yes, but I’m not sure why- Oh my god, look! It’s Mat!” You gripped Trevor’s bicep as you squealed and subtly pointed at the man who just stepped out onto the ice. 

“That’s why,” He shook his head, “Your comment about how sexy Barzy is made him all jealous and moody.”

“Oh, whatever. He doesn’t care about that,” You dismissed as you broke away from the teams to look at Trevor.

“Is that why he’s looking at him like he wants to slam him into the boards before the game even starts,” He nodded his head towards Jack.

Jack had looked in your direction as soon as he heard the Isles come out, and he wished that he hadn’t. The way your face lit up as you pointed at Barzal made his skin crawl and his chest burn with jealousy. He was standing off to the side with Nico as he tried to go over some of their game plans, but his eyes were now focused on number 13 on the opposing team. He tried to not let his personal life interfere with what he did on the ice, but he’s not so sure that was possible tonight.

The first period was aggressive, to say the least. The Devils were down by one and Jack spent his fair share of time in the sin bin for boarding a certain Isles player. Luckily, all of his penalties were minors so he was still able to play in the game, but you’re not so sure the refs would keep letting him off if he continued the stunts he was pulling.

“Trevor,” Your voice was laced with anxiety as Luke pulled Jack away before he initiated an actual fight and got another penalty. You know hockey is an aggressive sport, but you’ve never seen Jack play like this.

“It’s okay. It’s not all his fault,” He tried to comfort you as your grip on his hand tightened, “They’re starting to play just as dirty. Hopefully intermission will calm everyone down.”

You nervously bit at your nails and lip throughout the rest of the game. Both teams were still being unnecessarily hostile, but it wasn’t as bad as the first period. In the end, Jack managed to get the winning shot, and the cheers that erupted shook The Rock. You threw your arms around Trevor's neck as you let out a breath of relief; thankful that the agonizingly long game ended in their favor.

You and Trevor waited for both Hughes boys, talking about what exactly the plan was going to be tonight. He, of course, wanted to go out and celebrate their win, but you weren’t entirely sure if the boys would still be up for it after the game that they had. Players startled to slowly trickle out of the locker room; most of them stopping to talk to Trevor before they went on their way.

You were engrossed in a conversation with Dawson and Trevor when Luke finally came out of the locker room. He makes a playful glance at your jersey, wiggling his eyebrows as you ignore him and ask him about how he feels like the game went. He goes on about how he wasn’t super proud of their performance due to the obvious, but he was happy that they came out on top despite that. You beamed about how proud you are of him, and then you saw Jack coming out of the locker room.

His damp hair stuck to his forehead and you could see the faint start of a nasty bruise on his left cheek. He looked defeated and annoyed, and that was enough to tell you that he got an earful from Lindy and the media asked the wrong questions. He hated talking to them in general, and he especially hated it when he played like he did. You wanted nothing more than to pull him in and comfort him like you used to often, before Luke moved in.

With an encouraging shove from Luke, you met Jack in the middle and immediately pulled him into your chest. He was quick to wrap his arms around your waist, drawing you in closer than you already were. He buried his head in the crook of your neck, wanting the moment to last forever if it was possible. You didn’t mind the wetness on your skin, but the way Jack was hugging you was not making anything easy for you. He held you like you were the only thing grounding him to Earth.

“You played like shit,” You quietly teased as you forced yourself to pull away from him before you read too much into it.

“Maybe, but we still beat ‘em. Guess Barzal isn’t that great after all,” He slightly puffed his chest out before wrapping an arm around your shoulder and walking to the others.

You furrowed your eyebrows at his last comment, and it made you wonder if you saying that you found Mat Barzal attractive really did upset him. After the way he played towards him, it would make perfect sense. Still, you can’t piece together just why that would bother him enough to make him let it out on the ice like that. You weren’t naive enough to believe that it meant that Jack was jealous because he had feelings for you. You’re positive that it was something else. It had to be.

After everyone had agreed on a bar to meet up at, they all went separate ways to go back home and quickly change. You and the boys knew you were going to go out already, so you were all dressed and ready to go. Once you were in the car, you peeled the Devil’s jersey off you to reveal the red tank top underneath.

“Damn girl,” Trevor whistled, eyes shamelessly darting down to your exposed cleavage.

You playfully smacked him in the chest and rolled your eyes, neatly folding the jersey and placing it in the middle seat of the car. Jack cast a stormy glare back at Trevor, who shrugged and gave his best friend an innocent smile.

“Bye, Lukey,” You leaned over the center console to kiss his cheek, “Next year you can join us and not have to be the driver.”

“Yeah, yeah,” He rolled his eyes, “Give’s me time to sleep without you all bothering me. Have fun and call me if you need me to come get you.”

The three of you pushed your way into the loud and crowded bar. Jack quickly announced that he was going to hit the bathroom and he would meet the two of you at the bar. You gently held the back of Trevor’s shirt as he led you through the horde of people. You got the bartender's attention and ordered a round of shots for the three of you, but when you had turned back to Trevor, he was already engaged in a flirty conversation with a pretty blonde girl. 

Letting out a quiet chuckle, you moved your attention back to the bar. You waited a few more minutes for Jack to come back, but he had yet to make his reappearance. Deciding you were going to see if you could spot him, you placed your hands on the sticky counter, feet planting themselves on the footrest of the barstool to stand and look around the bar. Your eyes bounced across the sea of people in search of Jack, but when your eyes landed on him you felt the entire floor come out from underneath you.

There he was; leaning against a wall with his stupid bright, perfect smile plastered on his face as a girl animatedly talked to him. Every breath you took as you watched them felt like razor blades slicing into every inch of your body and your heart ached like it never had before. Blinking back a wave of tears, you downed the three shots in front of you. They were slightly warm, but the burning sensation they brought to you was a feeling you welcomed with open arms.

“Woah there, Y/N,” Nico’s deep, slightly accented voice cut through the loud music.

“Nico,” You cheered, pulling him into your side for a hug, “You did so good tonight.”

“Thank you,” He lightly laughed, hand staying on your back to steady you as you teetered on the stool, “Your boy was playing a little dirty tonight.”

Nico didn’t miss the way you stiffened at the mention of Jack, and he pulled his brows together in confusion. He had seen the two of you in an intimate hug right before he had left, so he assumed that things had developed between the two of you. While you ordered another two shots, the captain looked around for his teammate. He let out an understanding breath once he found him, still in deep conversation with the girl you had seen.

“Y/N,” Nico tried, “Are you o-”

“I’m going to dance,” You interrupted before he could ask the one question that was certainly going to bring you to tears.

Nico sighed, but he had been around you enough to know that you were not the type of person to push. That was a recipe for disaster. Instead, he opted to keep a close eye on you in case something were to happen. 

You lost count of how many drinks you had at about five drinks, but you’re certain that you were past your limit. Sweat covered bodies bumped into your own as you danced to the loud music, ignoring the bleeding pain in your chest. You refused to look in Jack’s direction for the rest of the night, fearful that what you saw was going to further break you. 

Eventually, you got tired of everyone bumping into you as you danced, so you climbed up onto a table that was littered with half full glasses and empty beer cans. You closed your eyes and let the music guide your body, hips swaying and hands salaciously running the curves of your body.

“Y/N,” A familiar voice yelled over the music, their hand coming to grasp your calf, “Get your drunk ass down!”

You looked down and met Trevor’s worried gaze, though he was quite a bit blurry courtesy of the copious amounts of alcohol you had consumed. Shaking your head at him, you continued dancing and ignored his continuous calls for you to come down from the table. It wasn’t until you heard the one person you were trying to forget that you stopped your movements.

The way Jack was looking up at you with anxiety swirling in his eyes made you want to scream. He had no right to be concerned about when he was the cause of it. Though, he had no idea that he was.

“Y/N,” Jack repeated, taking note of the drunken glare you gave him, “Please come down.”

You tore your glossy eyes away from him, and held your hand out to Trevor so he could help you down from the table. Jack felt his heart crack at your blatant dismissal of him, but he tried to not let it get to him because he knew you were drunk. Still, he hated how you latched onto Trevors side, leaning your head on his chest as he steadied you. He was always the one you clung too, and he doesn’t like the way it feels to be on the outside of that.

“We should call Luke, yeah,” Trevor suggested as he soothingly rubbed your arm, “You need to get home.”

“I can call him and we can go back together,” Jack was quick to offer himself up. 

“No,” You moaned out, shaking your head against Trevor’s chest, “I don’t wanna be around you.”

Jack’s already cracked heart completely shattered inside his chest, the sting from it bleeding into his veins. The despondent look that was slapped on his face would have been enough to send you to your knees had you been looking at him, but you knew better than that. You knew that you would cave in to Jack like you always did, but that’s not what you needed. It was clear that you were never going to have him the way you wanted, and you needed to forget him. Even if it was just for a night. 

“Jack,” Trevor sighed, his own chest burning for his best friend, “I texted Luke before I came to get her and he should be here soon. I’ll make sure she gets to him, okay?”

Swallowing the lump in his throat, all Jack could manage was a nod and move out of the way so Trevor could guide you out of the bar. His entire heart left with you, and he was left staring at the floor wondering what had happened for you to not want to be around him. In order to keep himself from crying in front of his teammates, he made a beeline for the bar to get drinks of his own.

The first thing you felt the following morning was the deadly pounding in your head, and you prayed to any God that would listen that you could just go back to sleep for the rest of your life. Your head was shoved underneath your pillow as you attempted to push back the consistent waves of nausea, but the feeling grew. Before you could truly comprehend what was going on, you were on your feet and darting to the bathroom.

“Y/N,” Trevor called from the other side of the bathroom door, “I’m coming in.”

You tossed him a bleary look as he walked in with a cup of water in hand. The pitiful smile he gave you in return surely would have made you vomit again had you not already emptied all the contents of your stomach. You could see the apprehension clearly arranged on his face.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” You mumbled against your arm that was acting as a barrier between your face and the toilet.

“I didn’t even say anything,” He let out an airy laugh as he searched through the cabinets for some Advil, “Since you brought it up, though...”

“Trevor,” You warned, trying to give him a mean glare, but it hurt your head too much to strain that hard.

Despite how much you drank last night, you were still excruciatingly aware of what had caused you to get that way. The feeling that consumed your entire being when you saw Jack with that girl was still something that was eating away at your heart. You knew that your emotions were going to get the better of you one day, but nothing could have prepared you for when it did.

“Take these,” He ordered, “What happened last night? I’ve never seen you like that, especially not towards Jack. I don’t care that you don’t want to talk about it. If you don’t, you’ll let it take over and you’ll fall into the same hole you did when Trent broke up with you.”

You knew that he was right, but it still annoyed you that Trevor Zegras, of all people, was right. You also knew that he was going to see through any lie you told him. In spite of his reputation, he was a very observant and caring person, especially when it cameto the ones he loved.

 “I saw Jack with some girl last night. That’s all there is to say, really. You know how I feel about him, so it just really sucked. And I guess I let myself read too much into certain situations,” You admitted, taking the pills in hopes that they would help the headache subside.

He sharply sucked in a breath, understanding washing over his body like a wave. He knew the girl you were talking about; Jack had mentioned something about him being ambushed by the bathrooms. She was going on about how her girlfriend was one of his biggest fans, and then Jack had somehow, yet unsurprisingly, managed to bring you up in the conversation. He had told Trevor that the girl made fun of Jack for being a little bitch and not telling you how he feels, which Trevor happily agreed with.

“Y/N,” He sighed, squatting so he was eye level with you, “You need to go talk to him, and don’t say no. It will be better, for both of you, if you talk to each other. Watching the both of you pine over each other is really grinding my gears.”

After a not so lengthy argument with Trevor, partly because he just kept repeating himself and partly because you were too tired to argue, your feet were gently padding down the hall to Jack’s room. Your breathing was quick and uneven as you anxiously squeezed your hands together, moreso the closer you got to him. Taking a deep breath, you gently rapped your knuckles on his door.

“Go away, Trevor,” His voice was muffled, quiet, and defeated.

“Jack,” You softly called as you opened your door and peeked your head in.

“Y/N,” You watched as he jumped up in his bed, pillow falling off the bed and blanket pooling around his waist, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. I just- Can I come in?”

He eagerly nodded his head, scooting back so he was leaning against the headboard. Trying to keep your eyes from wandering his naked chest was proving difficult the closer you got to him. It felt highly inappropriate given the circumstances. The air was awkward and sticky as you took a seat on the edge of his bed, and you hated that. Things should never be like this with Jack.

Jack knew you so well and he had spent so much time memorizing everything about you that it wasn’t hard to tell that you were nervous, and exhausted. Your lip was red from chewing on it and the skin below your hand was irritated from you pinching yourself, both nervous habits you’ve had as long as he’s known you. However, you also had dark, stormy clouds of exhaustion hanging over you. He wanted nothing more than to pull you into his bed and hold you until you fell asleep. 

“How are you feeling,” He asked, eyes flitting from your face to his lap.

“Honestly, I feel like I got hit by a bus,” You laughed, feeling some of the nerves dissipate, “But, I wanted to talk about something. Well, Trevor’s forcing me to do it, but I also think we should talk about it.”

Jack’s already high anxiety skyrocketed. He has no idea what you were going to say, and that terrified him. His mind wandered to the worst possibilities, all of which involved you telling him that you were leaving and never wanted to see him again. He’s not sure he would be able to survive that blow.

“What’s up,” He played it cool as if his heart wasn’t beating so hard and fast that he thought it was going to burst out of his chest.

“I want you to listen to me entirely before you say anything okay,” You started, tucking a leg underneath your thigh as you turned to fully face him. You continued after he gave you a shy nod, “I’m really sorry about last night. About telling you I didn’t want to be around you. I was upset, and hurt. I was waiting for you at the bar and you were taking a while, so I tried to look for you.

“And I saw you talking to a girl by the bathrooms, and I guess I got a little jealous. I got jealous because I- I don’t know, it’s kind of obvious why, Jack. I let my emotions get to me and I reacted terribly, I’m sorry. And it’s okay that you don’t feel the same way that I feel. Just promise me it won’t change our friendship?”

His heart, still beating erratically, was doing flips inside his chest as he let your words fully soak in. Jack knew he wasn’t a Harvard scholar, but it didn’t take much to figure out you were saying you had feelings for him without actually saying it. All those hours of Trevor trying to convince Jack that you liked him back flooded his memory, and he felt stupid for not believing him. Now Trevor was kind of an airhead, but if something was that obvious to him, Jack should have known it was true. 

The silence that hung in the air was daunting, but you were giving him time to think about what you had said to him. Springing a half-assed love confession on someone who looked just as hungover as you were probably wasn’t the best idea, but it was Trevor’s so it made sense. You refused to make eye contact with Jack as he, presumably, found a way to gently let you down. You decided to focus on picking at your fingers while you waited, a habit you thought you had broken

“I was jealous too, you know,” He started, moving his body so he was sitting in the same position as you. He delicately took your hands in his own before you picked so hard you drew blood.

“Of what,” You frowned.

“The whole Barzal thing. You said you thought he was hot, and I guess I got a little insecure because he is an attractive guy,” He explained, his voice laced with apprehension, “Trevor and Luke kept talking about how you’re in love with him or whatever, and then I saw how excited you got when he got on the ice and I don’t know. It really bothered me.

“And the girl at the bar? We were only talking because she said her girlfriend was a big fan, and then I started talking about you, like I always do. She basically told me I was a pussy for not telling you how I felt, and she’s right.”

You snapped your gaze to meet his own, and you knew you were royally screwed. He was looking at you like you hung the stars and the moon, and it was in that moment you realize that he’s looked at you like that for a while. You were just too naive, and scared, to let yourself believe it was anything other than friendship.

“I love you, Y/N, and not in just a friend way but an “I-want-you-to-be-my-girlfriend” way. And I really want to kiss you.”

“So do it.”

In an instant, he was pulling you into him, his soft lips meeting your own in a messy kiss. You moved your hands to the nape of his neck, fingers carding into his hair as he pulled you onto his lap. His hands found place on your lower back, scared to wander any further out of fear of making you uncomfortable, but you had waited far too long for this moment for him to not explore whatever he wanted. However, the sound of Jack’s door opening caused the two of you to separate your mouths.

“Are you two going to come ea- Oh my god! They’re having sex,” Trevor screamed, quickly turning around and slamming the door shut, “Luke! Don’t go in there!”

Jack’s forehead fell to your shoulder as he let out an amused, “Fucking Trevor.” (iykyk lmao)

“You know, I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but we actually owe him,” You let out a breathy laugh.

“Yes you do!”

“Go away!”

#jack hughes #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes x reader #nhl #nhl imagine #trevor zegras #luke hughes

[thedivineflowers]

Imagine being the 9th member of Stray Kids and the youngest because you’re in middle school.

But you get told that you're too loud and clingy so you close yourself away

A warning of angst and like self doubt tell me if I need to add more!

Fans would expect you to be so full of energy and talkative and clingy because you’re a kid, maybe you’re just a quiet kid?

But no, the only reason you don’t talk a lot unless asked questions is because you’ve been told by many people in your personal life that you were just loud and to ‘tone yourself down’. You’ve been told that your clinginess was annoying by those same people. You wanted to leave a good impression on your bandmates, so you’d stay quiet and tried staying independent and not cling to them even when you were nervous or scared.

You got scared that if you became ‘loud’ and ‘clingy’ with them like the people in your personal life they’d be bothered by it. But they weren’t, one day in an interview with just you the interviewer asked about your quietness and distance with the members.

“I got told a lot by people that I was loud and was really clingy and that it was annoying how I wanted to hold hands with someone or hug them for no reason all the time just because I wanted to.” You answered and laughed at yourself a bit. “So then I thought, ‘I really am annoying’ and I’m gonna be in a band with people that are older than me so I wanted to leave a good impression and not seem annoying to them or bother them because of how talkative and clingy I was.” You breathed out and looked down at your lap. “And it’s hard at times because I get really lonely sometimes because im trying to be independent and I don’t really want to bother any of them just because I wanted someone to talk to or cuddle with y’know? They’re the only people I have besides my family and I just struggle with showing them without thinking I’m going overboard.” You sighed after getting a bit off your chest.

The interviewer was baffled because they're so fond of you and talk so much about you that you could never annoy them but moved on, but you missed one detail.

It was going to get to one of the members.

You walked back into the dorm and sighed after the long day and walked to your room to change into a pair of shorts that were just cut sweatpants and a random shirt before going on your phone when you started seeing edits of your recent interview. Your stomach dropped, the members were going to hear about it!

You heard the click of a door and multiple footsteps shuffle in with the sound of bags land on the kitchen counter when Chan shouted "Y/n, are you home?" He asked as you answered back with a yes and walked out your room to greet them.

They had come back from feeding some ducks that were at a pond nearby and they brought dinner back with them. "I heard that you're interview from a few days ago got posted, do you want me to put it on?" Felix asked and looked back at you as he was standing Infront of the TV with the remote in his hand while you were facing away at the counter.

You paused the slightest bit before shrugging. "Whatever you want is fine." You answered in the same quiet tone that you always have around them. Lee Know kept his eyes on you for a bit before going to grab plates.

"Put it on! Y/n looked so cute that time." Han decided as he pinched your cheek.

You sat down on the couch with the others but made sure to keep yourself at the end and quietly ate while the others laughed at the jokes made during the interview.

Then the part where you kind of trailed off was coming up and you abruptly stood up. "I'm full. Thanks for the food." You said quietly "But you just started eating. Do you want to save it for later if you get hungry?" Changbin asked as some of them turned their attention to you while the others kept their eyes on the screen.

"I'll put it in the fridge to heat up later." You answered before walking away as you heard the interviewer ask "So Y/n, it's not hard to notice that you're distant with the members despite knowing them since before debut, is there a reason for that?"

'Just run to your room before they notice.' You thought as you heard your voice finishing up where you trailed off and the interviewer stuttering a bit before asking the next question.

Just run before they ask and they'll eventually forget to ask.

But there was no where to run when Chan and Lee know were blocking your only exit from the kitchen. "Come sit on the couch with us." Chan said as he gently placed a hand on your back and guided you to the couch where the others sat with the video played back and paused on the previous question the interviewer asked.

You were sat between Felix and Seungmin as Felix swung an arm around your shoulder and had you lay your head on his chest while Seungmin wrapped his arms around your torso and rested his head on your shoulder.

Han and Jeongin laid their heads against your legs while the others stood Infront of you.

"Okay, we've been wanting to make a few things clear for a while now regarding you." Chan started as he stood Infront of you with the others.

"You're not in trouble or anything." Lee Know added

"Just know that just because others consider you clingy doesn't mean that we do, and we don't care if you're talkative too. It doesn't even matter if you're a kid or not, you are a member of this band and we want you to be comfortable and not silence yourself because of what some people said." Hyunjin reassured you as you fiddled with your fingers.

"But you'll get annoyed with me like everyone el-" "But we aren't everyone else." Felix cut you off and moved his hand to stroke your hair "We are your family here.” He whispered

“You’re not lonely here, it’s okay to depend on one of us once in a while.” Jeongin spoke up as he looked up at you with a small smile. “You’re still young and you’re you, who cares about what those people said anyway.” Seungmin huffed before squeezing your cheek. “Go grab your food and sit at the table. We’re gonna get to know you, okay?” Han asked as you sat still for a bit before running to the kitchen to grab your food and sit at the table with everyone else as they asked you various things and went over memories.

Over time you were able to come out of your shell with them and fell into open arms as they returned your hugs and listened to you whenever you felt like saying anything even if it was about you whispering that you wanted to throw your skzoo character at the camera during a vlive.

Chan would often invite you when he did his Chans room episodes and they’d mostly end up with you two having your skzoo characters box each other and the loser would have to eat spicy noodles.

Lee know would call you the name of one of this three cats based on what color your hair was dyed and if didn’t match any of his cats he’d call you by the name of your skzoo character. He also has a habit of carrying a brush with him so he could comb your hair if it looked messy.

Changbin would take you to the gym with him and have you count for him and keep him company and when he’s done he’d take you to get a snack and fight over which seat you two would take on the couch before watching a movie

Hyunjin would have you help him decide what to draw or paint when he can’t decide and sometimes would let you chill with him while he did or you two would brainstorm over what he could do next. Sometimes you’d doodle on his sketch pad and he’d add details and he’d hang it either on the fridge or in his room.

Han would share bites of his cheesecake with you or if you bring back cheesecake for him you both would share it and would see who could take the biggest bite and he’d poke your cheeks while they puffed up, you both had a contest of who had the puffiest cheeks and it was left at a tie.

Felix would help you bake things that you’d find at the store and sometimes as a surprise you’d bake something and you'd find a way to get ice cream inside or serve it on the side. And sometimes to mess with him you'd try to bake BbokAri for dinner and in return he'd hit you with your own character.

Seungmin and you like to go out when it becomes fall you two would sit outside in some sweaters and just chill until you two see some stray dogs walk by and then you two run to see who can pet it first.

Jeongin and you would genuinely just bond as the youngest of the group with similarities and you’d mostly follow him around the most out of all of the members and most of the times you two can be seen hiding in a corner gossiping about random things.

HELP THIS HAS BEEN SITTING FOR LIKE A MONTH IM SORRY AND IM KINDA SHY TO POST THIS IDK WHY I FEEL LIKE ITS TOO SHORT

#thedivineflowers #skz x middle schooler! reader #skz x reader #skz imagines #skz fluff #skz scenarios #bang chan #lee know #changbin #hyunjin #han jisung #lee felix #kim seungmim #yang jeongin #child reader #middle schooler reader

[conniesanchor]

ʟᴀᴠᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ʜᴀᴢᴇ.

spencer reid x fem!reader

the five times you realize you're in love + the one time you say something.

warnings: not much, maybe angst if you squint, suggestive comments, kissing, and spencer reid being an absolute angel. + a couple plot holes, probably.

wc: 2k

1. picnic

you had been going out with spencer for a few months now. when you got together he agreed the two of you would take things slow, go at your pace. which was great, he never pressured you into anything, and he was truly an amazing boyfriend.

the only issue was that sometimes, you needed the push, you needed to be pressured. otherwise, you would never be brave enough to take the leap from one step to another. so when he texted you and told you that he was going to surprise you, you could say that you were relieved.

you have told spencer two million times that he could just open the door. it's always open, and he has a key. that doesn't stop him from knocking everytime he comes over. "come in spence." you yelled from upstairs.

you had just finished putting on a baby blue sundress and converse. you came down the stairs fast, trying not to keep him waiting. "hey, sorry. just getting some water and then i'll be ready."

he laughed before walking toward the kitchen, "don't be sorry. you look- you look great by the way." he spoke in an awkward tone, but that was what you loved about him.

love.

you have been fighting with yourself and others for weeks now. you didn't love spencer. not that it would be a hard feat, you just hadn't made it that far.

you were not in love.

༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶

you still weren't sure where spencer was taking you, but you had been walking for about five minutes when he said "just a little bit longer."

as promised, after a short amount of time, you were in a grassy field. spencer had set out a blanket with a few books, a basket full of your favorites. strawberries, and a few other random items. what did stick out to you was the sandwiches that already had the crust cut off.

you were in awe for a moment, not knowing what to say. you did, however, settle on the cliche, "spence, this is too much. you didn't have to." you spoke in a soft voice, turning around and wrapping your arms loosely around his neck.

"yes, y/n, but i wanted to." he responded before placing a delicate kiss on your lips. "now, c'mon. sit down, we have sandwiches to eat."

you chose to ignore the fire burning in your chest.

2. under the weather

you were supposed to go on a date with spencer today, but when you woke up and could barely move, that was a no-go.

you:

hey, not feeling too well. raincheck? :(

spencer <3:

oh, no. :(

actually, is it okay if i come anyway?

you:

don't wanna get you sick, spence.

spencer <3:

you won't, promise. im on my way.

༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶

it wasn't long before spencer arrived at you house. you were upstairs again, lying in your bed. once again, he did knock. you were losing your voice and knew that if you yelled, he wouldn't hear you. so you shot him a 'it's open' text.

you heard his footsteps find up the stairs and sat up so you didn't look like a total mess. "hey, pretty." you smiled but when you noticed the bag in his hand you sighed. "spence, you didn't have to bring anything." you coughed out.

"i know, just wanna help you feel better." he mumbled, sitting on the edge of your bed. he leaned into kiss you but you swerved the other way, "hey, what was that for!"

"can't get you sick." you smiled but it quickly turned into you coughing up a lung (into your elbow of course because if you got spencer sick, you would never forgive yourself.)

"woah, hey just relax." he spoke, rubbing your back gently. "here, drink some water." he requested, but it wasn't much of a request at all. "slow, slow. there you go." the curly haired boy said, doing his best to comfort you.

"im sorry i ruined our date, spence." you mumbled, trying not to cry. spencer was already doing way more than he had to do, he didn't need to comfort you while you were crying, too.

"hey, hey, sweetheart. look at me." spencer whispered. "you didn't ruin anything. in fact, this is perfect. being here with you. not to mention you were worried about getting me sick, but judging from your eyes and how warm you are, you've been sick for a while. the sickness is generally most contagious before you're even sick. so, there's a chance i could get sick, but it's slim, and worth it for you."he rambled on, and on but was interrupted by a laugh of yours.

"spencer." you spoke as more of a question. "i-" you started. "thank you. for being here." it wasn't what you were originally going to say, but it fit anyway.

"don't thank me, sweetheart. now, come lie down, ive got snacks and a movie."

yet there was still a burning sensation in the bottom of your stomach.

3. his day off

spencer had spent the night at your house, and you were both ecstatic that he had a day off. your eyes fluttered open and you were met with spencer lying down next to you. he was still asleep, but he was so warm. you couldn't help but bury your face into his bare chest.

soaking up his heat, you kissed his jaw before moving to get out of the bed. you wanted to make some breakfast for the two of you. you quietly made your way down the stairs, and opened the fridge.

you grabbed strawberries and whipped cream, and then moved to the cupboard to get the pancake mix. before you could even turn around, you felt spencers arms wrap around your torso. "spence, baby go back to bed." you requested leaning into his chest.

"no. i can make us food. you go back to bed." he smiled, kissing your shoulder before turning you around and kissing your lips. what he did next caught you by surprise. he lifted you up and carried you as a firefighter would.

"spence, what are you doing?" you laughed, holding onto his waist to ensure you wouldn't fall. he carried you back up the stairs and then proceeded to gently toss you onto the bed. "spencer!" you giggled once more.

he then jumped onto the bed right next to you. moving ontop of you, making sure not to put all of his weight on you. "hi." he mumbled, taking both of your wrists into one of his hands and then pinning them above your head.

"hi." you responded. you smiled and tried to kiss his lips, but failed when he moved away. he was teasing you.

"im gonna go make breakfast, you stay here." he spoke before giving you what you wanted and kissing your lips softly.

as he left the bedroom you couldn't help but think to yourself that he made you feel more than anyone ever.

4. meeting the team

the team had requested that spencer brought you to one of rossis dinner parties, and he did not hesitate when bringing up the idea to you. you, however, we're terrified. so many questions clouding your mind. what if they didn't like you? what if you were too much?

your wonderful boyfriend was there, though. "y/n. they're going to love you. alright? you've got nothing to worry about. you're amazing, they'll love you and you'll love them." it still didn't work, but he didn't give up. "y/n... look at me." he requested, "you're perfect, okay? amazing. beautiful. gorgeous. smart, and my wonderful girlfriend. they kind of have to love you, because there's no way anyone couldn't." he kept comforting, and when he noticed a laugh, he knew he had succeeded.

"i just don't want them to not like me, but if you seriously think that they will like me, let's go." you said, taking his hand and moving toward the door.

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when the two of you arrived at rossis, he took your hand in his, and squeezed three times. you walked up the steps and into the house, then, everyone looked toward you and their faces lit up. they looked so excited.

"oh my god!" a woman, who you thought would be penelope, squeeled and rushed toward you. you offered your warmest smile and were shocked when she pulled you into a hug.

"hi, im-"

"i know who you are." she said as if you were supposed to know, "spencer never shuts up about you." she laughed. "this is aaron, jj, dave, emily, and the little guy is jack."

"hi." you smiled. you were still shy, but with spencer next to you, it turned out to be a great night.

with every touch, there was a new spark.

5. jealousy.

recently, spencer and jj had been hanging out together. you know you have no reason to be upset, but you couldn't shake the feeling of jealousy. they were friends, and besides, you and spencer had only been going out for a month.

of course, spencer caught onto your feeling. "angel, talk to me. you're upset about something."

"no, it's nothing. im alright." you lied, trying your absolute hardest to convince him. it was useless, he could read you like you were an open book.

"don't lie to me, sweetheart." he requested, moving you toward to couch so you could sit down. "talk to me." his dark eyes looking into your own.

"you're going to laugh at me." you complained, a small smile creeping onto your face.

"probably, but if you're upset about it then im going to take it seriously." he agreed.

"i just- you're always with jj, and she's amazing, and i like her. i know i don't have a reason to be jealous, i just- i can't help it sometimes." you spoke, and he listened. that was what was amazing about spencer, as much as he would like to interrupt, he never did.

he couldn't help but let out a chuckle, "baby, are you serious?" he smiled before continuing, "jj is my co-worker, alright? that's it."

you breathed out, "i know, i know. i just, really really like what we have going on. i would never ever think you were cheating but sometimes my brain plays tricks on me."

"look at me." he spoke, grabbing both of your hands and turning more toward you. "you and me, okay? i know this is new, but i promise you that if you want it to work out as much as i do, it will."

god did you love him....

wait.

+1. a drunken confession.

you had to admit, you had a few too many. after a lot of convincing, spencer had finally gotten you to go out for drinks with the team. the only way you could calm your racing nerves, was drinking until you couldn't feel anything.

"sweetheart, i think that's enough." spencer suggested softly, "almost everyone's gone, baby. let me take you home."

"mm, okay." you reluctantly agreed. allowing him to take your hand and lead you out of the bar.

the drive felt short, time passing on and on. when you finally reached the driveway, you didn't even realize until spencer was opening your door. "relax, baby. you don't gotta walk, i’ve got you."

when he reached for you, you instantly wrapped your arms around his neck and allowed him to carry you into the house. you just wanted to lie down, but spencer brought you to the bathroom. "spence, i wanna to to sleep." you whined.

"i know sweetheart, we gotta brush your hair and teeth and then we can get you dressed and into bed... alright?"

"okay."

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it took quite a while to get you ready for and into bed, but spencer didn't mind. he never did. "i love you." you blurted out and the look on spencers face was priceless. "im sorry, i know im way too far gone but i’ve been meaning to say that for so long i just never could."

he took a deep breath before pulling the blankets over you. "i love you." he mumbled, "always have. now, bedtime. go to sleep, sweetheart."

the fire didn't go away, but this time you acknowledged it.

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[midnightsconspiracy]

Perception

Perception - @midnightsconspiracy

Summary: Sometimes you need to put your heart before your head, especially when it comes to Jay Halstead.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 744

Requested: No

A/N: IM BACK BITCHES!!!

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Jay Halstead was a menace in your life, because, despite everything your head was telling you, you knew you would somehow end up in his bed sooner rather than later. He was just always there, with his stupidly handsome face and that annoying smirk he'd reserved only for you. And although you knew the rules Voight had laid out, 'no in-house dating', when he was standing there, looking so god damn good, your alcohol-fuelled brain just couldn't resist making a move.

And so that's where you found yourself, at god knows what time in the morning, carefully trying to manoeuvre yourself out of bed without waking the sleeping man. Wincing every time he stirred, you slowly managed to lift yourself off the bed, quietly reaching for your clothes that lay scattered around the room. Sneaking out of the bedroom, you made your way toward the kitchen, needing to find anything that would stop the incessant pounding headache that signalled your impending hangover. The water did little to quell any of your pain though, instead, you stood there squeezing your eyes shut, hands braced against the kitchen countertop.

In your moment of weakness, you failed to hear the slow footsteps coming up behind you, only realising once two arms found their place wrapped around your waist. Tensing up at the feeling, you opened your eyes, leaning into the man behind you.

"Jay…" you whispered, this wasn't the type of affection you wanted if you were to remain impartial, but you'd already given in. Sleeping with him once you could say it was a mistake, but twice, now that would be harder to justify. Plus this was just a one-night stand after all, wasn't it? You'd heard what he was like with other women as well, especially cops in your unit. And you weren't prepared to be just another Erin or Hailey, dating the man for a while until an inevitable break up. Or one of the many women he'd pick up at whatever bar he'd chosen for that night.

Reaching down, you pried his hands from around you, dropping them soon after to turn to face him. Though you'd originally expected him to bear a lusty face, one begging you to come back to bed, instead painted a picture of concern and disappointment. It was if somehow he didn't want you just for sex, and actually cared for you. But no, this was Jay Halstead after all, and you were nowhere near his league. Or were you?

"What are you doing up? I was hoping you'd stay the night at least," he asked, caressing up your arms in an all too affectionate way. "Really?" Now your head and heart were really torn. One way telling you to just let go, go back upstairs with him and just relax, have fun. But logistically, what if it didn't work? Then you'd have to return back to the unit as just another one of Jay Halstead's conquests, tarnishing the reputation and respect you'd fought so hard to gain in the first place. Pulling you out of your thoughts, he tilted your chin up initiating the eye contact he so needed to gain your trust. "Yes, I didn't just invite you out tonight for friendly drinks. Can't you see I like you?"

Retracting back into yourself, a confused look settled on your face. Not once in the thousands of scenarios you'd ran through your head was this a possibility. Him rejecting you, ignoring you, even humiliating you in front of the rest of the unit, those are the things you'd imagined, but not this. Your brain was struggling to comprehend the situation as he stood before you looking so genuine. He liked you? YOU!

Silence rang heavy through the air as you stood there working out what to say, your mind searching for the right words. "I don't understand, you want me?" Mumbling over your words, you somehow managed to form a cohesive sentence, watching as his face pulled up into a smile. Jay was surprised at the self-deprecating words that left your mouth, here stood a person so perfect in his eyes that he could fault a single thing, and yet you were surprised at his like for you. "Of course, I want you. Now how about we go back upstairs?"

Giving in, you let him grab your hand, leading you back up to his room to spend the rest of the night showing you just how much he liked you. Because maybe Jay Halstead was different from what you'd imagined after all.

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[f4ringu]

Comfort one can bring

Ft . Childe, Xiao & Venti

Cw : Hurt/Comfort, night terror, a bit different on xiao's part

Summary : Sometimes getting a good sleep at night is hard, as your own lover clings onto you like you could disappear any minute, as he hugs you tightly while a drop of tear fell off his cheeks.

A/N : first thing uploaded yay.

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Night terror isn't a uncommon occurence in your day, sometimes you woke up drenched in sweat and your heart beats so fast you couldn't focus on anything, You doesn't even realize that a tear would fall down your cheeks at any moment.

even so, there would always be someone that will always be there for you. Your lover who would wake up from his sleep, embrace you on his arm and tells you reassuring word, while sometimes you'd sobbed on his arm.

But.. this time is different, your lover woke up searching for your presence whilst you were not there.

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Ajax/childe

– Nightmare isn't an abnormal occurence in your little household, to your days on dating Ajax nightmare always follows him on his dream somehow, but usually the one who had a nightmare is you, you've rarely seen Ajax had a nightmare on his dreams

‐ You're that type of person who always woke up in a middle of the night to get some snacks either it was tea or just a light snack. Mostly when you woke up your boyfriend is either snoring himself or rather just sleeping peacfully beside you.

– But this time was different, as usual you were having your usual late night snack, sometimes it can go 2-4 times per week, when you got out of your bed you failed to notice how your boyfriend is thrashing around on his sleep. Maybe its because of the darkness of the room or maybe you were just to sleepy to notice it

– As you were stirring yourself a cup of tea you noticed a faint footstep directing to you, you wonder to yourself did i wake him up again? But again you paid no mind until the voice of your own lover started calling you.

– (Name)? Are you there your own lover called you out, hearing how his tone were laced in fear you stopped whatever you're doing and rushes over to him.

"Ajax! Whats wrong?" you walked yourself to him standing on the hallways of your bedroom, seeing the concerned and pale face of his you began to wonder, did he have a nightmare again?

"I.. i though i.." he choked a sob, "I thought i lost you, where were you?.."

"Ajax im sorry is it the nightmare again? Come lets get you to bed first." You grabbed him softly by his hands and guide him to your shared bedroom.

"Sit here okay, do you want a tea ajax? Hold on lemme get it for you"

"No! No.. sit here with me (name)" he grabbed your arm and usher you to sit down with him

"Alright alright." You sat down beside him, "Is it the nightmare again? Im sorry i was on the kitchen, do you perhaps want to talk about it?"

To which he only shakes his head as an response

"Please just.. just stay with me, just for now." He said whilst embracing you on his arm

His hugged seemed stiffer, he hugged you as if you could disappear on any second. You could feel how your shoulder was somehow starting to get warmer. Oh ajax..

As you too embraced him on your arm and rubbed his back, "its fine im here now ajax." You ponder what could he be possibly dreaming of? Perhaps its his memory of the abyss.

Venti

– Everyone can be prone to night terrors, even the god of teyvat, Venti. To your days of being with him you've had never seen him succumb to his own nightmare, usually it was you.

– whenever you would have your usual night terrors Venti would always be there for you, he would embrace on his arms, sings you a tune of melody until you feel safe enough to sleep again.

– however this night was different, you were out having a good midnight of mondstadt wind on your house balcony, but what you failed to notice is that your boyfriend was not having a really good sleep tonight.

– just when you were finished hanging out on the balcony of your house, you turned your heels to be met with a view of your own lover sitting on the edge of the bed whilst his cheeks seems to be stained with tear.

"Venti?" You turned your heels to him.

"Oh? Im sorry love, i must've startled you heh." He said his face forcing a smile, "though, what were you doing this late at night? You should be sleeping."

"Just inhaling some cold wind, whats wrong? Is it the nightmare again?" You sat beside him on the edge of the bed

"Cmere lemme hug you, sorry i was on the balcony." You hugged him tight, "if you want to tell me about it im all ears."

"No its fine (Name), just stay here with me." He said embracing himself on your arms, "Just you yourself its enough to make me feel safe again (Name)."

You looked at his face, this time his face was showing smile, a genuine one.

Xiao

– Xiao never sleeps, he never do he was afraid that if he sleeps the haunting memory of his friends would show up on his dream. Xiao was always restless, but not until he met you.

– You were like the radiant sun on his dark life, you would always light up his life, when he learned that you were not affevted by his karmic debt he couldnt be much more happier knowing that he's free to be with you without afraid that his karmic debt is affecting you.

– sometimes when xiao was having his night terror, he would leave without saying a word to you, sometimes when you woke up you would find his side of the bed. And when you confront him about what happened, he will simply just shakes his head.

– as you were staying the night at wangshu inn you noticed that your lover side of bed is empty, you began to wonder where he might went. So you went to wangshu's inn balcony in hope that xiao was there.

when you went up to the wangshu's inn balcony, you could feel the cold air of liyue hitting your bone, just as you reached the top you sees that a certain green haired boy standing near the rail of the balcony

"Xiao?" You said approaching him

"What are you doing? Why are you awake at this hour (name)?" He turned to face you, you noticed that his face expression is sour. Must've been the nightmare..

"I was looking for you of course," You stopped your heels, "You know you can always talk to me when this happened my Love"

"I don't want to disturb your sleep (name)."

"Who cares about sleep when your own partner is having a nightmare?" You held his hand, "If you want to talk to me about it just say it alright?"

"Lets return to our room, i'll give you a good cuddle." You said smiling

"Of course" He softened his gaze at you

Its always rare to see him be vulnerable like this, and when you do you couldn't be much happier that your own Lover feels safe on your own presence.

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dad and i are sitting on the couch together watching tv. it's Friday night so neither of us should be worried about getting up early tomorrow. i honestly always feel on edge when i have to stay at dad's for the weekends. he watches me do things i know dads shouldnt but he says it's because he loves me and wants to make sure im healthy and safe.

as we're watching the movie he keeps hinting i should go to bed because it's late. every time he talks he presses his toes up against me...i shudder every time and cant help clinging onto the side of the couch. i swear sometimes i see him smirk. he seems annoyed every time i tell him i want to stay up and shakes his foot against my pajama shorts before slightly relieving pressure.

after the fourth time hinting he got up and started muttering to himself as he walked to the kitchen.

i quickly shoved my hands under my panties and checked and oh gosh im so wet why am i wet?! im scared because i know dad does bad things but i can never remember anything i feel crazy and if im wet does that mean i like it? does he know i like it? i hear his footsteps coming back and i quickly squirm back into the position i was in before he left trying to make my face cool down.

he has a cup of water in each hand and i smile in appreciation as he gives me one. taking a few sips i go to put it down but dad tells me to keep drinking because it will make me go to bed quicker. he says he's tired and will do the same but he cant sleep until i do so he counts us down and we both finish our waters before he puts his arm around me and lets me cuddle against him. honestly it made me kind of uncomfortable but dad is so big and he was so warm and made me feel safe at the same time.

as the movie goes on i feel my eyes starting to get hazy. i didnt think the water trick was gonna work that quickly (i didnt think it would work at all honestly but dad's old and maybe it works for him) i mutter out to him im sleepy and try to stand up to bring myself to my bedroom but in my efforts dad firmly grabs my thigh and plops me back down next to him. i dont know why but this made me giggly  so i tried standing up again just so he'd do it and i stumbled back on the couch letting myself fall all the way back.

my eyes were closed for i dont know how long and i felt so sleepy but dad woke me up when i felt his teeth biting into my neck making my eyes flutter open and i couldnt help but cry out i didnt know what was happening i looked down and my tits were pulled out of my top and dad has two fingers trying to shove their way into my little pussy as i squirm against him starting to cry pleading with him over and over to stop but he just hushes me and grabs my neck pulling me up with one hand and pushing me flat against the couch as he strips my pajama shorts off my flailing legs as he tried to force them apart but i fight against him which i shouldn't have because he took his second hand and brought it up to my neck choking me so hard i thought i was going to die!

when he let go i gasped for air and laid there as he easily picked up my legs and placed himself between them. i started crying when i looked down and saw his face pressed against my pussy and felt his tongue drilling my little hole.

"mmmmm little girl stop crying this little pussy is so wet for your daddy isnt it? ive tasted this cute little cunt before you know that sweetheart?"

he shoved a finger inside me making me cry out and beg him to stop i couldnt think at all i felt so weak what was he doing and why didnt i want him to actually stop?!

"you've got no fight left babygirl? you want daddy to breed that tight little teen pussy?"

i laid on the couch exposed and dripping, crying, feeling defeated as my dad pushed my thighs against my chest and lined his big cock against his daughters pussy that he just ran his tongue all over like an animal not caring what im feeling just taking what he wants.

"I'm a filthy fucking man baby im gonna rape my seed into your little teen cunt do you know what that means sweetie?"

i stopped writing there dangit i wanted to know what happened next :/

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[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 13. brb x oc

a/n: IM BAcK HOME AND I AM VERY TIRED. So apologies if this chapter isnt the greatest :(

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: fluff,Bea's mom wanting grandchildren and not being subtle about it.

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The empty room was now officially the baby room, not that it wasn’t before but since Beatrice woke up in the middle of the night and drew all over the walls it was hard to think about it as anything but that. She notices how her worry was unfounded, how Rooster wouldn’t mind seeing her so focused on drawing on those walls…honestly, he was such a wonderful man she didn’t even know how to deal with it sometimes.

 

Of course this whole thing was to stay between them, until there was a child there they’d keep the room closed whenever they’d have guests over. Especially her family members - and Mav who’d never shut up if he saw that room and would probably cry according to Rooster.

 

Beatrice woke up to make them breakfast and she never felt so awake before. Her little smile and sweet humming never faltered as she poured the coffee inside the mugs, her long Iron Maiden shirt hitting the back of her thighs, covering the sleeping shorts as her foot tapped on the kitchen tiles. She hears Rooster’s heavy footsteps coming down the stairs, followed by the soft baby talking to Jolene who was already waiting for him on the ground below.

 

She doesn’t even turn around when he enters the kitchen and her smile widens as his arms wrap around her waist, “Hi, gorgeous.” he coos, kissing her cheek then her lips when she turns her head to look at him, “Did you sleep well?”

 

“I slept really great, Roos.” she whispers, her cheeks reddening just a bit before she grabs his mug from the sink, “Already filled it up for you.” she says, handing it over to him so he has to remove one of his arms to grab it, eventually letting go of her completely to approach the kitchen table. Beatrice looks at her husband from her spot at the sink, sipping her coffee quietly as she admires how good he looked in that uniform. She had seen it so many times and yet she couldn't help herself. 

 

He had such a good physique and it fit him so well too. It was cruel how handsome he was sometimes. Rooster arches his eyebrow while tilting the mug to his lips, then sets it on the table with a little smile, “What?” she just shrugs, her cheeks darkening but her eyes remaining on him, “Looking at me like that you make it so hard to leave home.”

 

Beatrice chuckles against the mug, pushing herself from the sink while grabbing the rest of their breakfast to set it in front of him, then sat down herself with a sigh, “I’m just admiring you.”

 

“Yeah?”

 

“Yep.” she pops the ‘p’, sipping more of her morning coffee, her cheeks flexing with a grin behind the mug, “I have a very handsome husband.”

 

His pupils dilate when she says ‘husband’ then shrink back to its original size. She noticed that anything that relates to her calling either his position in the Navy or the fact that he’s hers gets a reaction out of him. It did something to her ego knowing how much he enjoyed being called her husband and she kept that information to the back of her mind. “I have a very beautiful wife.” he replies just as smoothly, making Beatrice giggles as she chews her piece of toast, “What do you have planned today, gorgeous?”

 

Beatrice hums, tapping her middle finger to the ceramic mug as she thinks about it “Ah, well I’m joining my mom for grocery shopping. Normally it’s my dad that helps her but he’s been helping Leo and Cyn during the week so I was the chosen one.” Her husband just lets out a soft laugh, still drinking his morning coffee. “Hopefully it won’t take too long, my mom said she just needs a few things.”

 

“Tell her hi for me.” 

 

“Oh I feel I won’t have to because she’ll immediately ask about you.” Bradley smirks behind the mug “ ‘How’s Bradley? Is he eating? Oh Beatrice but he must eat. He's such a skinny boy, I’ll make you two some cake so you can take home!” Her mothers impression was spot on, especially how the accent sometimes snuck by in some words “She’d never admit it but you are probably becoming her favorite.”

 

His cheeks flushed with embarrassment but he felt so warm knowing that, “Bet she says that about all her sons in law.” He laughs, but then looks down at his watch “Gotta go,babe. I’ll talk to you later okay?” Beatrice stands to her feet once he does too, stopping behind him with a smile as he leans down to pet Jolene goodbye. 

 

“I’ll message you later.” She tells him as she follows his steps to the garage, his sunglasses over his eyes and his key dangling on his forefinger “Let you know how the grocery journey was.”

 

Rooster laughs, turning on his heel towards her “I'd love that baby.” He cups her chin so he tilts her head up, pressing a slow kiss to her lips “One More.” He pecks her again “For good luck.”

 

Beatrice’s red cheeks get redder but she just caresses his jawline, “For good luck,” she watches him enter the blue Bronco, Jolene’s head appearing between her leg and the threshold to watch Rooster leave “I love you!” 

 

“I love you too, gorgeous. Bye Jojo.” Jolene barks out in reply, tail wagging as she follows the car with her head as Rooster takes it out of the garage, Beatrice offering him a tiny wave until he disappears from her view and the garage door closed. With a soft sigh, Beatrice walks back into the house, Jolene trotting behind her as she walks back to the kitchen to finish her breakfast. 

 

She knows that she’ll have dance class in a few hours and then she’d meet her mother, so until then she decided to take her time. 

 

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Beatrice stood behind Claudia, watching her mother pick similar jars of tomato sauce, bring to eye level, then put it back down with a mutter. She’s been doing that for a while and they got to the supermarket minutes ago and they only managed to get a bag of corn chips, nothing else. Beatrice inhaled softly, holding the cart close by while her mother kept her over analysis of random products “Oh Beatrice, what do you think of this one?” Claudia asks suddenly, grabbing another one.

 

Beatrice blinks at her, “That’s… the one brand you always get,mamma.”

 

“Oh! It is!” And Claudia proceeds to put it inside the card, hooking her fingers on the gate and bringing it along with her. Beatrice sighs, shaking her head subtly “I’m going to make Leonardo and Cynthia some light tomato soup,  she can’t cook because of little Éwoyn so I’m preparing their food for the week!”

 

Of course she was. “Sounds good,mamma. Are they okay?”

 

“Oh they are absolutely fine, the baby is wonderful and Bianca has been such a good older sister,” she smiles “She reminds me of your siblings when you were born!” Beatrice returns the smile as her mother fixes the reading glasses on the bridge of her nose “It’s so loving to see another generation.” 

 

Even if her mother didn’t finish her sentence, Beatrice could hear the intonation of her voice, something that clearly brought back her want for more grandchildren. And especially if they came from Beatrice and Bradley. She knew it’d be brought up and honestly she was prepared for it, so she just agreed with her mother with a nod, choosing to keep herself quiet. 

 

Claudia eventually started to gather more stuff besides the tomato sauce, arranging everything like a game of tetris, humming happily to herself “Oh I need a new whisk too, the old one snapped.” She leads Beatrice to the another aisle, immediately picking up a whisk and then changing her attention to the different aprons hanging close by. 

 

Claudia picks one up, one that was black in color with red flowers on it, something that wasn’t her mothers style at all but she wondered if she was just expanding her horizons a bit more. “Look at this Beatrice, isn’t it beautiful?”

 

“It’s really nice mamma,” Beatrice agrees “I didn’t know you needed a new apron too.”

 

Her mother’s smile widened and she held the apron in front of Beatrice instead “Oh no, it’s not for me, it’s for you.” Beatrice opened her mouth to explain that she didn’t need one because she already had it,but her mother continued “Just imagine surprising Bradley wearing only this, honey. Oh you’d look so beautiful and he’d love it so much.”

 

Beatrice immediately felt like she’d die “And it’s only 9.99! Oh it’s so cheap!” Beatrice’s eyes widened when her mother kept explaining why she should get that apron, how it’d help them out so much.

 

“Mamma!” Beatrice snatches the apron from her mothers hands and puts it away “What the hell? No!”

 

“No what, tesoro?”

 

“Mamma I am not wearing that for Brad!” She lowered her voice as another mother daughter duo walked behind the two, her face unbelievably red.

 

Claudia blinks at her daughter with confusion, looking back at the apron, “Why not? Does he not like this color? We can find something else–”

 

“Mamma!” she almost pleaded, shoving the apron so far from her eyes no one else would see it, “What the hell??”

 

“What? Does he not find you beautiful? I’ve suggested the same to your siblings,” and Beatrice could be wrong but she was sure her siblings had the same, if not a worse, reaction she had right now. But Claudia looked confused, even placing her hands on her hips, “There’s nothing wrong in looking nice for your husband, tesoro.”

 

“Mamma–”

 

“I do that to your father sometimes–”

 

“Oh, God. Please stop talking.” Beatrice begs, almost falling to her knees, “Mamma, Jesus– W-We don’t need that, okay? We do not. We are fine like this.” and she tries to turn her mother away from this specific area, with her hands on her shoulders.

 

“Well, I’m just suggesting,” Claudia is finally walking away and her daughter sighs in relief, “Because I suggested it to Cynthia too before she had Éwoyn.” oh God. “It’s really interesting, tesoro!”

 

Beatrice looked horrified and wanted nothing more than to crawl into a hole and probably die there only to be found centuries later by the more advanced civilizations. She knew there was something of that sort within her thought process, but hearing it was more than…weird for her. She knew her mother meant well and that sometimes she just says that because she wants all of them to be happy but it was still really strange to hear that from your mother. “I-I’m sure it is mamma, but I-I swear it’s fine.”

 

“Ah, well,” she begins, “I mean it’d help you two work on it too.”

 

“Oh, ah.” Beatrice laughs awkwardly, “Y-You don’t have to worry about that.” they’ve been working on it a lot lately. A lot but her mother didn’t have to know the details, “Just…you know let’s not talk about that.”

 

“Well, Tesoro you are no longer a child-”

 

“Mamma, I–”

 

“And I’m sure we’ve had this talk before.”

 

“Mom! Mooom!” she laughs, elongating the word and begging yet again with her eyes for her mother to stop, “Mom, mamma, please, we are in a public place, let’s not talk about this again. I mean it. No more.”

 

Claudia blinks at Beatrice, but then shrugs and continues with the grocery shopping, her daughter following along, leaning her weight on the back of the cart and tumbling her head forward so her hair covered her expression. Of all the things to talk about while grocery shopping, this would be the last one she’d want to hear. Her mother had to understand that while, yes they are all adults, it’s weird to talk about it…at least to her it was, and probably to Leo too, she could only imagine how he was after Cynthia told him about their mother’s idea.

 

“Anyway, how’s he?” Claudia asks as they near the fruit stand, checking the pears by picking a few of them up, “Is he well? Is he eating?”

 

Beatrice huffs out a laugh, lifting her head, combing all of her hair back, “Yes, mamma, he’s fine and yes he’s eating.” Claudia quiet ‘hm’ only let her know that her mother would cook them things no matter what, “He eats very well, he’s not as little as you think.” Beatrice immediately pauses noticing the accidental innuendo she let out and she hopes her mother doesn’t see it that way.

 

“Oh, I know, he is very tall.” oh thank God, “But so skinny! That boy is like a twig on legs!”

 

“Mamma,” she recalls every time she saw Rooster without his shirt, or even with a shirt, remembering how defined he was and promptly making a shiver dart all over her body, “He’s not that skinny.”

 

Claudia hums again, grabbing a few more fruits and adding it to the cart, “But he needs to feed up, what do they eat at the base?” Beatrice opens her mouth to answer and yet again her mother cuts her off, “He needs sustenance. And those MRI–”

 

“MRE, mamma.”

 

“Yes, that, it doesn’t look good.” Claudia adds, ‘He needs a good meal, he likes chocolate,I’ll bake him a chocolate cake.” just like Beatrice thought she would. The brunette is however thankful for that, perhaps because her mom knew about Rooster’s life now - especially after Christmas and after their wedding - and just wanted him to know he could count on her as a motherly figure. 

 

Bea was sure he’d like it, he’d never say no to anything with chocolate or anything that’s a home cooked meal sprinkled with motherly love. Beatrice remembers how last year she was so scared about him meeting her family, her whole family, and the fact he met them all at her aunt’s wedding surely drove her to be a ball of nerves for days…but he fit right in, he was welcomed so easily and her parents and siblings adored him so much.

 

Beatrice was very thankful that it worked, or else she wouldn’t have that band on her finger. “I’m sure he’ll love it, mamma.” she says, spinning the wedding ring on her finger with her thumb repeatedly, feeling the smooth surface run against her skin. 

 

With the two continuing their grocery shopping, Beatrice was glad that her mother stopped talking about that specific subject and chatted about random topics, one that eventually led to Bradley upcoming deployment this coming monday, “Again?! But you two just got married!”

 

Beatrice offered her mother a shrug, “It’s his job, mamma. He can’t schedule those things.” she was sad, but the sadness was just a bit less now. She was used to it at this point, “It’ll be only four months,” she begins, “He is going to be okay–”

 

“Then we need to prepare him something before he goes, you two come have dinner Saturday at home.”

 

Beatrice stares at her mother, “Mamma, I can’t, I work on Saturday until midnight.” and she and Rooster already had other plans for that day, they were going out, “We can’t go.”

 

But Claudia was undeterred, “Then Sunday! A Sunday lunch! I can make us some spaghetti and meatballs, oh maybe some wine too-” and her mother went on a tangent, rambling about all the things she’d cook for them and explaining how it was important for him to leave with the meal being in his mind. 

 

“I’ll have to talk to him,mamma.” Beatrice begins, “I…I’ll see if he wants to.” she didn’t even know what time they’d get back home Saturday after their outing, so she couldn’t come with an answer yet. 

 

“Oh that’s quite fine, tesoro.” Claudia grins, fixing her glasses as she brings a pack of tissues close to her eyes, squinting behind the lenses, “We can always have lunch at your house too if that’s the case.” 

 

“Again, mamma, I’ll have to talk to him.” Beatrice says through gritted teeth, smiling almost painfully in response to her mother’s inquiries, “I’ll let you know.” and then her mother changed the subject again, which makes Beatrice huff out a tired laugh. She didn’t really want to spend the day before Rooster leaves with her parents, but she also knew that if she didn’t talked to him they’d never come up with a reasonable solution.

 

As they wander deeper into the aisles, the cart getting fuller and fuller, Beatrice tries to help her mother how she can while avoiding specific subjects that would lead to a domino effect. Her mother then questions her attire, why does her shirt have a devil on it? “It’s from a show mom, it’s from Stranger Things, a character wears this shirt,” proceeds to question if Bradley watched it too, “He does, mamma,” and if he likes it, “He does.”

 

She could elaborate how he liked a lot of movies and shows but she didn’t know if her mother would be able to identify them herself…if at all. 

 

God she missed him.

 

What a sap she was.

 

She couldn’t understand people who missed their partners during the time they are at work, in fact she thought it was so silly! But she did miss Rooster and she’d miss him when he was gone…she had to do something for him, but what? The last time he left was…interesting, how could she up the ante? 

 

They walk by a Halloween decoration area of the grocery store, just tiny things like pumpkin lights and a banner with random people dressed in weird costumes. Her mother comments how soon it was to have that there. Beatrice chuckles, picking the tiny bag of pumpkin lights and keeping it in her brain to grab the Halloween decor later this week. She didn’t know what she’d dress up as this year, last year was extremely fun dressing as Catwoman - as she recalled with a shudder and a lip bite- so she had to think what she’d dress up as.

 

Maybe she could talk to Shells about it, she could come up with an idea. But her brain wandered deeper, to a darker area, never forgetting she was still thinking about how to prepare something for him before he leaves. She remembered how much he liked her Catwoman costume but he wouldn’t be there to celebrate halloween with her. She needed time to think and her mother’s constant talking wasn’t helping.

 

She slipped out her phone just to send him a message, just to let him know she was thinking about him and that she loved him so much. He’d see it much later. But Beatrice was even more surprised when Shells message showed up first

 

Shells (10:40)

Babes! Ev is going to throw an early Halloween party at her place Saturday after work! You in?

 

Beatrice groans, this too? All she wanted was to spend time with Rooster!

 

Bea (10:45)

Hey Shells, I’ll have to talk to Roos. Why is Evelyn throwing a Halloween party so early? We aren’t even in half of October.

 

Shells (10:47)

Duh, because of Jake! He’s getting deployed too, so are the others. My sweet baby included :(  so she wants to throw a quick celebration since they can’t be here by then. It’ll be fun! Come on!

 

Bea (10:50)

Shells I don’t have a costume :(! I can’t find something that quickly!

 

Shells (10:51)

Ah, young grasshopper, you have so much to learn. Meet me at my place tomorrow! We’ll figure something out >:)

 

Bea (10:52)

I’ll still need to talk to Roos…

 

Shells (10:53)

I think he’ll definitely say yes once he sees your costume. Bye!! Love you! See you at the bar!

 

Beatrice only stared down at her phone with her brows furrowed, sees her costume? Did Shells already had an idea of what she could wear? “Beatrice!” she snaps her head up when her mother calls her name, this time she’s holding a pair of paper towels bags that she found somewhere.”Put that phone down and help me choose one of these. I want you to tell me which one would be better when you two show up on Sunday.”

 

Beatrice groans, all she wanted was spend time with her husband…

#bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x female reader #bradley bradshaw x named reader

[if-mirrormine]

homecoming

summary: an alternative version to mc's return, where they go back to their apartment first before nora's house.

pairing: grayson x mc

word count: 940

based on the very old ask (bestie im sorry): not gonna lie, the mc showing up in grayson’s apartment like that sounds both hilarious and depressing and if you don't end up rewriting the first chapter because of it, would you accept a commission of a short of that scene?

**unedited**

grayson sleeps a lot on his days off. it's become something of a routine for him; he'll come home late from work, continue to pour over the case he and kelsey are currently working on for hours, doing anything to keep his mind occupied until long past midnight and into the early hours of the morning, only then will he go to bed and force his mind and body to rest. sometimes he sleeps the whole day, only getting up once or twice to eat something or go to the bathroom, but he almost always comes back to bed. he'd think of it as quite sad if it wasn't his own life. 

today he finds himself in mc's bed, staring at the ceiling with tired eyes. he's in here, in this room, more often than not, even though the room itself is enough carve out the cavernous void in his chest deeper and wider. at first he'd come in here as way to feel connected to them, and it worked then. but it's been ten years and the sheets smell like him now, and he feels lonelier than ever. 

it's past midday, the time slowly crawling towards three o'clock. he can't will himself back to sleep - he's tried about a dozen times in the last hour - so his mind wanders to what else he could occupy himself with. gralex stirs at the end of the bed, voicing her own discontent in a soft meow as she gets up and stretches before coming to sit beside his head. 

"i know," grayson says quietly as he reaches up to scratch her head between the ears, eliciting a purr from the cat. there's not exactly anything he's agreeing or consenting to, but over the years the cat has unwillingly formed a close bond to him and he finds that in the long stretches of silence that plagues the apartment, his voice puts the feline at ease. 

he decides that he needs to get out, leave the apartment without the purpose of going to work or the store. he needs fresh air and the serenity of having no responsibilities, no duties to attend to. he turns his head on the pillow and looks at the cat, her dark fur thick and soft between his fingers. "i don't suppose you want to come on a run with me?" 

she meows again and grayson takes it as a definite 'no'. he sighs, giving the cat once last head scratch before he throws the covers back and pulls himself out of bed. he stands up tall, stretching his stiff limbs when he hears it: the front door opening. freezing in place, he turns his head instinctively to the bedroom door and listens; the door being pulled shut, footsteps thudding on the wood flooring, the jingle of keys and crinkling of plastic. gralex follows his eyes to the door and at the sound of the intruder moving through the apartment, she jumps off the bed and bolts out the room. 

he curses quietly to himself and grabs his handgun off the bedside table where he'd left it, pulling it out the holster before very slowly making his way across the room. that cat is all i have left of them, he thinks bitterly to himself. if anything happens to her…

coming to stand in front of the door, he presses his back against the wall and peers around the corner, getting a clear view of the corridor and front door and finding the space void of both intruder and cat. over the years, he's learnt to move silently, unnaturally so, and he employs that skill now as he steps out of the room with his gun raised in front of him.

as he nears the kitchen, he hears the fridge being pulled open and he furrows his eyebrows. another step forward and he hears humming; a song he vividly recalls singing on road trips and when cleaning the apartment, a song he hasn't listened to in a decade. two more steps and he hears a voice; a voice that sends a pang through his heart.

it's not real, he thinks, i'm still asleep.

"gralex! my gorgeous girl, come here!"

he rounds the corner, the handgun now hanging loose at his side, and he watches in shock as the mc, all bright eyes and brilliant smile, bends down to pick up gralex. the thoughts cease, his blood halts in his veins; it's them. standing in his kitchen - their kitchen - looking as calm and as happy as if no time had passed at all. gralex cradled in their arms, they're a vision of the day he lost them.

he takes a deep breath and they jump at the sound, laughing when they see it's him. "jesus, gray; don't scare me like that!" their eyes widen suddenly at the sight of the weapon in his hand. "when the fuck did you get a gun?"

he doesn't say anything in response as he places the gun down on the counter, closing the distance between them. they place gralex on floor, straightening just as he comes to stand in front of them and they've just begun to speak, getting out a shortly lived "What -" before he pulls them into his arms. they don't question him further as they wrap their arms around him in return, perhaps sensing how much he needs to touch them, hold them, make sure they're real. and oh, how he desperately needs it. 

the time for questions will come later. for now, he simply holds them as tight as he can, trying his best to make up for lost time and knowing that it will never be enough. 

#well #this is it besties #i hope it lives up to everyones expectations 💀 #mm: grayson #mirror mine

[theworldofotps]

I’m Here (Monthly Flow)

Pairing: Mustafa Ali x Reader Word Count: 849 Description: Your flow this month was hit harder by your depression, Mustafa reminds you he’s got you.

Requested by @alination I hope you enjoy this lovely! __________ Tag list:  @omg-im-such-a-masochist @damnnhausen @new-zealand-chic @writtingrose @sjwrites22 @sassymox @mrsacklesevansmgk @xladyxfatex @biforrollynch @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @demonqueen29 @itsicantbelievethis666 @lilred91 @xbreezymeadowsx @rebellious-desires @thiccc-rider-mcintyre @letsgivethisonemoreshot @alination @ava-valerie @shortyiceheart @serpantscorpio8497 @thatpanpal @thatnerdwriter @wrestlersownmyheart @vebner37 @cuzimacomedian @auburnwrites @aews-four-pillars  @seeingstarks @whenimakeitshine1234 @melblacc @alliwant456 @elevennbloom If you wanna be added to the list lemme know. _________ ‘Good morning beautiful I’ll be home soon I can’t wait to see you.’  ‘Only four hours to go wake up sleepy head’  ‘On the plane now see you in a bit baby xx’  ‘Just landed I’m on my way’

Something wasn’t right. Was all that Mustafa could think of as he buckled into the Uber that was taking him from the airport back home. He’d been texting y/n all morning and never got an answer back which wasn’t like her. Sure she maybe busy but she’d always at least let him know his message had been seen. Be it with an emoji or hell even just hearting the message. He didn’t want to jump to any conclusions about anything. Which is why he was hoping this ride would be quick and then he could see her for himself.

Lightly tapping his fingers on his knee Mustafa watches the city pass by as they soon approach his house. Grabbing his bag he thanks the driver and gets out grabbing his key out and quickly making his way to the front door. 

“Baby. Are you home?”

Slipping off his shoes and relocking the door Mustafa listens for any sound that you may be around. Your shoes were by the door and house keys still hanging on the hook. Making his way through the downstairs he stops turning around when he hears footsteps on the stairs. 

“Y/n?” 

Quickly making your way down the steps you walk into the kitchen practically knocking him over as you suddenly stop. Hugging you close the relief he felt at holding you was quickly replaced by concern when he felt your shoulders shaking. 

“Hey hey beautiful what’s wrong? Are you hurt, did something happen? I’ve been trying to reach you all day I was worried when I didn’t get a response. You’re okay I got you, I’m here know you’re okay.”

He coos softly kissing the top of your head as he rubs your back, picking you up Mustafa makes his way up to your bedroom. Your grip on him never loosening as you hid your face in his chest. Carefully laying down he adjusts you both so you’d be comfortable and he simply waits. What exactly he was waiting for he wasn’t sure. A sign you would be okay, a reason why you hadn’t answered. Whatever it was he knew you’d tell him when you were ready.

Glancing around the bedroom he was a bit surprised to see your normal organized room a bit disordered. That usually didn’t happen unless and that’s when it hit him. Sometimes when your monthly flow came your depression hit harder then normal. And he could almost bet with him being gone that this one was more difficult for you to manage. 

Making a mental note he continued to rub your back having finally got you unwrapped from the blanket enough that he could touch skin. He knew you’d enjoy that, having the contact would help ground you. Remind you that even when everything in your head was piling up that he was still there. 

And that’s how the two of you laid for the next hour, him holding you to his chest. Talking softly about his trip and all that he go to do. Going on about missing you and how he wanted to spend this time at home just the two of you.

“Baby? Do you wanna try a little something to eat or drink? I’m assuming your period came and you need to take some medicine for cramps. Want me to get that for you?”

Pressing a kiss to your head he waits for a nod then after placing you in his spot he gets up and begins moving around. First picking up some bits and pieces as he made his way to the bathroom. He’d get what you needed and maybe even a hot bath just something the two of you could do together and something to help make you feel refreshed.

Grabbing everything you’d need he starts a nice hot bath to help relax the muscles and hopefully bring you some relief. Adding your favorite oils and salts he walks back out and smiles.

“Come on beautiful, let's get you in that bath.”

Together the two of you make your way into the bathroom and Mustafa kisses your forehead. Making quick work to undress you both he offers his hand allowing you to step in the bath first. Then following behind you he sits arms wrapping around you. A soft groan falls from your lips as you lean against his chest.

“Thank you for this babe, I appreciate it and thank you for being understanding. I’m sorry that I didn’t answer your texts. Things have just been really hard lately. Feels like I’m losing it.”

“It’s alright, I’m just happy you’re okay even just physically. I was really worried about you. If you’ll let me we’ll work on that together. Right now just let me pamper my beloved.”

Mustafa whispers, kissing your temple as his hold around you tightens.

“I’m always going to be here for you.”

#wwe #mustafa ali #mustafa ali x reader #monthly flow masterlist #monthly flow series #mentions depression

[lnfours]

 “did you just put my hoodie in the wash?!” “yeah.” “love, my phone was in there!”  this one pls

stop i’m soft and crying

send in prompts!

the day had consisted of you doing a bunch of chores around the house, getting ready for tom’s birthday celebration now that he was home from filming. he was at the gym all morning which gave you the perfect timing to do the dishes, vacuum and tidy things up, and start the laundry.

when he got home, he tried to be mindful of what he was doing, putting his shoes in the closet by the door where the belonged and putting his keys on the hook. he looked around, noticing the fresh trails of the vacuum on the area rug in the living room. he smiled at the scent of your favorite candle burning on the coffee table, perfectly in the center. music was lowly playing throughout the house, a sign to him that you were doing your thing.

“darling, im home!” he called out to you. he could hear banging of pots and pans in the other room.

“in the kitchen!”

his socked feet slid into the kitchen, smiling at you as you wiped down the counters.

“whatcha up to?” he asked, sitting at the barstools at the island. you shrugged.

“cleaning what mostly is your mess.”

he chuckled,”your name is on the bills too, y’know.”

you laughed,”well, im not the one who leaves shaker bottles and preworkout containers all over the counter, now am i?”

he laughed and got up from the chair before making his way to you,”you don’t know what you’d do without me and my mess, do ya?”

you leaned in and kissed him softly,”y’know, i can’t help but wonder sometimes.”

he let out an exaggerated gasp before pulling away from you, pretending to be hurt. you laughed before kissing his cheek.

“i’m kidding, i love you,” you smiled,”can you do me a favor and mow the lawn when you get a second?”

“mmm, if i can get a kiss.”

you laughed before pulling him in for a long kiss,”do we have a deal?”

“mmm, you might need to add a little tip later, y’know, for my services.”

you laughed and he smirked as you pushed him up the stairs,”okay, you’re done, go.”

he jogged up the steps, going to change. you pulled the hoodie that he had mindlessly draped over the chair into your hands, putting it in with the load of wash in the washing machine.

you added the laundry soap and softener, starting the cycle before going on with other tasks so the house looks good for the company that would be coming this weekend.

about 20 minutes later, tom reappeared in the kitchen, looking confused but his face dropped as he heard the noise of the washing machine in the laundry room.

he almost sprinted towards you as you sat in the living room, your book resting on the arm of the couch as you sat curled up reading it. tessa was laying in her bed before jumping at the sound of toms loud footsteps.

“did you just put my hoodie in the wash?!”

you looked at him confused,”yeah..?”

his eyes went wide,”love, my phone was in there!”

you jumped up as you followed tom to the laundry room, the loud clunking sound coming from the washer. you looked back at tom slowly before biting your lip.

“i’m sorry,” you bit back a laugh,”i’ll buy you a new one.”

he let out a chuckle,”don’t worry about it. i mean, we can go bobbing for apples… get it like.. apple..phone..?”

you rolled your eyes and snorted at his lame dad joke, walking out of the room to go get your keys,”youre lucky i love you.”

“and my dad jokes?” he smiled, making you roll your eyes playfully.

“yeah, uh huh, sure.”

#tom holland #mail time #tom holland x reader #tom holland imagine #spider-man: homecoming #spiderman #spider-man #marvel #spider man #tom holland one shot #one shot #prompt #prompt list #new moon #spider-man: no way home #spider-man: far from home

[blazingstarship]

Bla bla bla with Bla(ze)

I have these things on my mind and dont know what to do then make a post of my thoughs.

So… all things is about Yu.sei.

What If Yu.sei heard me during our relationship saying Im not interested in his autograph for his fame, I only ever want it for three reasons. The contract of our house, certificate of marriage and certificate of our kids. Thats all.

And now I wonder how he would react…

Another thing that hadnt left my mind is whenever Yusei wakes up from a nightmare he makes himself warmth milk to get back to sleep. Its a comfort thing Mar.tha always did when he had nightmares as a kid and went to her with tears streaming down his cheeks.

One time I got out of bed and catched him doing this and asked if he was okay. He didnt answer as he kept sterling the spoon. Walking up to him as I hugged him from behind and snuggled him, whispering to him “Whatever it is, I am here for you. I will not leave your side, only if you want me to. I love you. I love you so much.”

Minutes passed till I let him go, he grabbed my hand. “Stay.” He handed me a cup too as we sitted down and drunk in silence as I holded his free hand the whole time.

Another thing I thought some night was…

What if I looked up the ceiling of our home and thought how Yu.sei would react if I di.ed. Would he miss me? Would he cry? As I turned over to see him sleep peacefully next to me, my heart sunk. Looked at him. Why would I bring something like this up to my mind? This sweet boy lost his own parents, some friends… As I stroked his hair softly I got out of bed and made my way to the kitchen.

Drinking some water as I though why I kept doing this comparing thoughts and end up thinking Im not enough for him and he will seek for someone else. Hearing footsteps coming closer as I saw Yu.sei bringing a bottle of water out the frigde.

“You okay?”

“Hm.”

“Couldnt sleep?”

“Not really.”

“Nightmare?”

“No, I just couldn’t sleep anymore.” “what…what would you do if Im gone?”

“What? What do you mean?”

“What would you do if Im gone?”

“Gone how?”

“Gone as in, spirit left my body gone.”

“Oh.”

“I dont want you gone.”

“Okay.”

I didn’t expect a big answer and being “I cant live without you. I would be desperate not having you in my arms. I love you to the moon and back! I dont want someone else than you! I would do anything I have to hold you by me!”. Its nice he at least said he doesnt want me gone.

“Not the answer you were hoping for?”

“”Sometimes I wish you were more talkative and tell me how much I mean to you. Sometime I need to hear you say that you want me, only me by your side and Im enough and always will be.””

“I took something to calm me, Im gonna try sleeping again.”

“Sharon, what do you want to hear?”

“Nothing you dont wanna say.”

I made my way back to bed as I stared at the nightstand till I heard him coming to our room as I closed my eyes quick. I feel him coming closer as I peaked through the lits of my eyes to see him kneeling in front of me as he laid his hand on my head and stroked my hair.

“I know you too well that you wanted another answer, but I really mean what I say. I dont want you gone. You mean everything to me. I cant put into words how much I care for you.”

I sighed as I opened my eyes fully, looking up to him. “But why cant you say that while looking in my eyes?”

“Cause I’m afraid when I say it directly to you, you will be gone too like everyone else who I have loved or loved me.”

“Yu.sei.”

#✨bla bla bla blaze #lol this sounds kinda good to maybe rename the space junk no one asked #kinda angsty ig #im… bored… and i never have this quick but now I am…

[vigilvntes]

Be Good For Me - Adrian Chase x Reader

Masterlist

A/N: Im so sorry for whatever the hell this is i don't know what came over me no i am not ok do not ask i've just been thinking about him all day so uh . yeah. this has been in the drafts for a while but i just decided to finish it today so </3

Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT JUST PURE UNAPOLOGETIC FILFTH HONESTLY, use of restrains/being tied up, thigh-riding, orgasm denial, hand-jobs, vaginal sex, dirty talk, sub!adrian :)

Word Count: 2.2k

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Adrian's cock was rock hard, probably harder than it had ever been before. His wrists were tied to the bedposts (the restraints not too tight, but tight enough to ensure that he couldn't just slip himself out of them), his legs spread wide for you as he awaited your return. Shaking, sweat glistening on his skin, his face contorting in a pained pleasure as he bucked his hips into the empty space.

If he listened closely enough, he could hear you singing along to a catchy pop song in the kitchen. He imagined that you were dancing around, a smirk on your lips as you thought about your boyfriend, alone and tied up in your room, his cock vieny and angry and desperate for you to relieve him.

That thought alone was enough to illicit a whine from his throat.

Adrian knew what he signed up for when he agreed to let you restrain him. Truthfully, it was something he had fantasised about. Sure, he liked to be in control sometimes, but there was nothing more he loved than to submit.

He just never expected you to be this ruthless.

You had been pushing him to edge for the best part of an hour, only to pull away completely at the last second and leave him writhing and desperate for more.

This time, you had been gone for almost ten minutes, and it was killing him. He was so desperately horny, and he was getting pretty fucking pissed off about it as the minutes ticked by agonisingly slow.

"Fuck!" He spat out, glancing down at his cock. The tip was swollen and leaking with precum.

Only a moment later, he heard your footsteps coming down the hallway. You pushed the bedroom door open, leaning against the side frame, a mug in your hands. You wore only a button-up shirt you had stole from his drawer. "Did you say something?" You asked casually.

"I..." All words were lost on him. "No." He answered finally

"That's funny, because I thought you did." You raised your eyebrows at him, your features breaking out into a grin when you saw his eyes flick between the your face and the mug in your hands. "Oh, it's coffee." You replied, lifting the mug. "I would have made some for you but you... y'know, kinda have your hands tied." Oops. You couldn't resist. The look he gave you was deadly, but what the fuck could he do about it? His hands were literally tied.

You raised the mug up to your lips, taking a sip of your coffee, smirking when you heard a groan come from his throat, his eyes now firmly trained on the shirt which had ridden up your thighs.

You gave him a sweet smile, "Oh, just look at you, baby. You look so sweet like this. I wish you could see yourself." You mumbled, making your way over to the bed, placing your mug down on the nightstand.

You stood over him, reaching down to push his hair away from his forehead, smirking when he glanced up at you, his eyes filled with hope.

So, he tried his luck. "Please. Please touch me. P-please... I can't... I need you to touch me. I've been so good for you." His tone was frantic, a pitch higher as he desperately tried to plead his case.

He truly did look so cute like this, that much you couldn't deny. He was a beautiful boy anyway, but there was just something about seeing him all tied up, pupils dilated and lips agape as he begged you that made him all the more pretty.

You chewed on your bottom lip, your gaze glancing down to his cock, swollen and hard and waiting for you to bring him to his release. Surely it wouldn't hurt to touch him, just for a minute.

"Well... you are being so good for me. So patient..." You whispered, climbing on the bed, moving to straddle his waist, sitting yourself just above his cock. "Tell me what you want from me." You demanded, your hands running up his toned chest.

"I just want you to touch me. Just touch me. I just need to feel you. Fuck! Please!" He begged in that whiny voice.

"You want me to touch you?" You spat into your hand and reached around slowly. "You want me to touch you... here?" You asked sweetly, your fingers now wrapped around the base of his cock, his hips bucking up into your touch instinctively.

"Yes! Fuck-... Yes, please." He corrected himself quickly, knowing he wouldn't get anything from you if he wasn't polite about it.

"Such a good boy." You mumbled, your thumb rubbing circles on his chest as your other hand remained stationary on his cock. You could see he was desperate to move, desperate for any kind of friction. So, you relented. "Okay. I'll touch you. But you have to promise to be good. Don't cum until I say you can, do you understand?"

Adrian let out a low hum, but it wasn't enough. You needed an answer. "Adrian... do you understand?" You repeated, a warning in your voice.

"Yes." He panted out, squeezing his eyes closed.

"Good."

You began fisting his cock, slow and steady, watching his every movement as you pump your hand up and down. You keep track of his reactions. The way his eyes screw shut, the way his brows furrow together when you run your thumb across the head of his cock. The way his jaw clenches and his breathing starts to sound more like panting right before he cums.

He looked fucking beautiful like this, completely at your mercy. It took everything in you to not just allow him to cum there and then, just so you could watch every single twitch of his lips and every expression that flashed on his features as he came.

But you weren't about to allow yourself to break so easily.

You pulled your hand away at the last moment.

"Fff- Oh, fuck. No. No. Please. Come back. Please." His hips met the air, wrists tugging against the restraints as he searched for that last bit of friction to push him over the edge. He moaned and whined, his legs shaking, writhing underneath you, a plea for you to give him anything more.

"You were about to cum." You stated simply.

"N-No... I wasn't!" He protested weakly, still panting under you.

"Don't lie to me. You were about to cum. I told you that you weren't allowed to do that until I said so, didn't I?"

"Y-yes! You said that!" He spat. Oh, he was seething. He had gotten so close, so close to just letting go and cumming in your hand. He didn't care about the consequences anymore. Whatever you dished out afterwards, he was prepared to take.

"Watch your fucking tone." You scolded.

You moved to stand up then, but a strangled whine from his throat caught your attention. You looked down at him, eyebrows raised, daring him to speak. And he did. "Fuck... No... Please don't go. P-please don't leave me here again. Fuck. You're so beautiful. You're so pretty. I want you to stay here. I wanna look at you. I wanna see you cum. Please... Just- Fffuck--.... use me. Just don't leave. Not again."

"You want me to use you to make myself cum?" You let a slight smile grace your lips as he nodded quickly, mumbling, "Fuck. You're lucky you're so cute..." as you inched down his body (not missing how his eyes flickered down to the wet patch you had left on his lower stomach) eventually settling on his thick thigh. Your legs were situation on either side, and your hot, sopping cunt was pressed against his skin.

You began to grind your hips, pressing your cunt down against his thigh. One hand slipped up to your shirt, popping the buttons open slowly until your chest was exposed to him.

Adrian just watched you quietly with hooded eyes and parted lips, almost in awe of you as you rode his thigh. He watched the way your breasts bounced as you rolled your hips against, the way you let quiet moans slip through your lips whenever your clit brushed against his skin.

You leaned forward, angling yourself in a way that meant your clit was pressed firmly against his skin. He was being so good for you, so patient and pretty and perfect, watching you fuck yourself on his thigh. You couldn't help but breathe out a laugh when he let out a yelp as your fingers curled around his cock unexpectedly, stroking languidly, keeping in time with your own movements.

The pressure on your clit was delicious, and you could feel your orgasm building in the pit of your stomach. His quiet moans and whimpers, his hips bucking up to meet your fist, only spurred you on, urged you to grind your hips down faster against him, watching him watch you come undone on his thigh, his eyes flickering from your face, your chest and your cunt.

When you came, you came hard. You threw your head back, eyes squeezed shut, letting out an almost pornographic moan as waves of pleasure ripped through your body. Adrian groaned underneath you, your hand now loosely gripping his cock while you rode out the rest of your orgasm.

Adrian wanted to touch you. He wanted to touch you so bad. It was taking everything in him to not force himself out of the restraints, hold you through your orgasm then fuck you dizzy.

"Oh, fuck..." You panted out, your head tilted back, looking at him through your eyelashes. "That was so fucking good..."

I wouldn't know, he wanted to say, but he kept it to himself. He was sure he had softened you, broke you down. He was sure you would be kind to him now. And he was right.

"Do you wanna cum?" You breathed out, shifting back up until your cunt hovered just above his cock.

"God, yes." Adrian moaned out.

"Do you think you deserve to cum?" You inquired. Hell, you were becoming impatient now. You wanted him inside of you.

"I-I don't know... Do you think I deserve to cum?"

"Yeah. I think you've been good for me. So good." You ran your finger across his lip before leaning down, kissing him softly.

Then, you sank down on to his cock. Slowly, slowly, slowly. You sighed in relief at the feeling of your walls stretching out to accommodate him. You loved to tease him, to keep him on the edge, but there was nothing you loved more than feeling him inside of you.

Adrian, on the other hand, was about to lose his fucking mind.

He knew he wouldn't last long, not with your tight cunt squeezing his cock just right. He had been waiting for this all night. Waiting for you to slide yourself on to his cock and fuck him until he came.

"Oh fuck... Fff-... I love this cunt. I love being inside of you. You're so beautiful. So perfect. Treat me so well." He babbled as you sat still on his cock, "So good to me. My perfect princess. Looking after me so well. F-fuck... Please... Let me cum. Wanna cum inside this sweet pussy."

A few rolls of your hips and he was cumming inside of you. He remained quiet at first, and you watched his face twist, his neck straining, eyes squeezed shut until he let out a guttural moan from the back of his throat. It wasn't long until he was bucking his hips into you, cursing and pulling at the restraints, moaning your name along with 'i love you's' and 'thankyou's' as he shot rope after rope of his hot cum inside of you.

You pressed your lips against his as he rode out his orgasm, mumbling that he was your good boy and you loved him and that he had been so, so good for you.

Reaching up, you tugged the restraints loose, allowing his hands to roam freely once again. He wrapped his arms around your body, clutching you tight against him, whimpering against your shoulder while you peppered kisses on his cheeks, forehead and nose.

"You good?" You whispered, sitting up once his whimpered moans had died down and his breathing had settled. He was still inside of you, still rock hard, though you weren't surprised since you had had him on the edge for almost an hour.

Adrian glanced up at you then, a dazed and lazy (yet still shit-eating) grin on his lips. "Fuck yeah. Never been better. Ready to go again, actually."

You raised your eyebrows, but not in shock or disbelief. More because you expected that response from Adrian. "You wanna go again?"

"Fuck yeah, I do."

"You're insatiable." You mumbled, leaning down to press your lips against his, his hand coming up to cup your face. You had planned on running him a hot bath, making him a cup of coffee and cuddling up to him with a shitty Netflix horror movie, but Adrian's plans differed wildly from your own.

"Hey, can I fuck you this time?" He asked excitedly, sitting himself up against the bed frame.

"....Fine."

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im feeling kinda akward since its my first time requesting,i really really really like your writings and im wondering if you could do some angst for albedo, anything you feel like tbh, but if may i be a little selfish i was thinking on something like he hurt you, so you break up with him or maybe he break up with you and regret later, im in love with the genius and your writings so why not lol, hope you are doing well, xoxoxooxox

Thanks for the request anon. <3 Sorry it took so long, but I’m feeling angst today so here goes. Let me know what you think <3

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Scenario: Breaking up

Characters: gn! reader x Albedo

Warnings: angst, break ups, regrets, did I say angst?

Categories: angst in Part 1, comfort in Part 2 (It was getting too long so split it into two parts)

Read: (Part 2) (Part 3 - Final)

Albedo

Alone.

These days you found yourself alone in your shared home. It had been nearly a year since the two of you decided to live together. Maybe that was a bad idea.

You were smitten. He was such an intelligent man, and truth be told you loved how his mind worked. He was silent and mostly kept to himself at first, but with you, there were subtle touches, fleeting kisses. Oh and his eyes, the way his eyes brightened or the way his lips turned up at the sight of you. The way he held you close at nights, up until the morning.

Gone were those days. 

He was hardly home. The intelligent man you had fallen in love with, was also a workaholic. Perhaps you should’ve seen it coming. There were so many signs.

Maybe he changed. Maybe you changed. But the little things weren’t enough anymore. He came home just to sleep and wake up, and he was off again. 

“Bedo, have you got some time off on the weekend? We haven’t been up to Starsnatch Cliff in a while,” you had prodded him a few days ago, wondering if the problem would be solved if you made the first move. 

“Sorry, Y/N, we’re just about to discover more about the properties of electro crystals... It’ll be useful if we want to sustain higher energy concentrations on...” and just like that he had gone off a tangent explaining the whole thing. You smiled a little, it was still endearing how excited he got discussing those things. 

But you couldn’t help but be lonely at how he seemed to love his research more than you. 

‘Maybe I just need to be more proactive. That’s it! I’ll go and visit him at the lab today!’ Surprising him was one of the things that you had always wanted to do. But not a lot of things got past Albedo. He was observant like that. You made a quick run to the bakery, getting him some croissants and welcomed yourself into the Favonius Headquarters. 

You looked up at the sign on his laboratory door. That sign was always there though, Klee had told you about it, and Sucrose had also talked about it once or twice before, telling you that it wouldn’t be a good idea to go in if the sign was up. But when was it ever down? So, you shrugged, and pushed the door open with a wide smile.

“What are you doing here?!” There’s a wild look in Albedo’s eyes the moment you step in. He didn’t appreciate being disturbed. You tilted your head a little at his reaction, you weren’t expecting that.

“Oh, since you’ve been so busy these days I just thought I’d drop by and give you something to--”

“Y/N, did you not see the sign on the door? No disturbances, even from you,”

“I’ll just be quick, I’m just dropping this off,” you lift the paper bag from the bakery and lay it down on the nearest table. Albedo closes his eyes with a sigh. 

“...We’re working on something dangerous right now, I don’t have time to eat. Please take it back,”

Surprisingly, you obey quite quickly, and take the paper bag back into your hands. Annoyance start to pulse in your veins. “Anything else you want me to do? Maybe disappear so I don’t bother you or your research so much?”

Sucrose had been standing there the whole time, and you can see the slight wince on her face at your cold statement... But Albedo had returned it ten fold, snapping an answer back. “Yes, Y/N, that would be excellent, don’t get in the way. Stop being irritating at the wrong moment,”

You didn’t expect how much it would sting. Your shoulders slump downwards at the realization that this... had gone too far. You couldn’t take it anymore. Sucrose opens her mouth, but doesn’t know what to say looking back and forth between you and Albedo. 

The Kreideprinz had continued with his task as if nothing had happened at all, but he knew what he said. He didn’t want any interferences nor accidents happening in the lab and that was the only thing he cared about at the moment. 

Your foot moves to step back, but your eyes are glued to Albedo. You can only see his back. His hair tied up neatly, the shoulders that you loved to wrap your arms around and his hands that were always gentle. You took a good look, drinking the whole scene in like you hadn’t had a drop of water in days. 

This was the last time you would lay eyes on him and it broke you into so many pieces. You turned away without another word, Sucrose staring at the door, before she decided that she needed to follow you. “I-I’ll be back, Master Albedo,” she rarely ever abandoned an experiment, but she knew that you needed a friend right now. 

Ironic, because it should have been Albedo running after you, but instead the green-haired girl caught up to you just as you reached the fountain in the middle of Mondstadt. “Y/N!” she jogs, and stops when you do as you hear your name.

Tears prickled your cheeks, but they were more of frustration than sadness. You stand there for a moment, drying your tears and turning around towards Sucrose, gaze on the pavement. “Y/N...” Sucrose approaches carefully, hand resting on your shoulder.

“...I don’t know anything other than Albedo, Sucrose,” you start, a curtain of memories flashing through your mind. “...Without him, there isn’t much reason for me to stay in Mondstadt,” Sucrose shakes her head rather hastily. “H-He’s just... a little occupied right now, Y/N, I’m sure he doesn’t mean what he said,” You close your eyes, the scene repeating in your head.

“Anything else you want me to do? Maybe disappear so I don’t bother you or your research so much?”

“Yes, Y/N, that would be excellent, don’t get in the way. Stop being irritating at the wrong moment,”

A hard lump forms on your throat at how hard you try not to sob. How hard you try to keep yourself together and Sucrose sees it from the way your lips tremble. “Sucrose, please watch over him,” and that is also the last that Sucrose sees of you. 

That night, Albedo arrives home exhausted, just as he always does. But now that he was home, he could at least expect a warm meal and a warm hug. A soft smile tugs on his lips at the thought.

When he turned the lights on, he was met with a strange stillness instead. His hand stays on the switch as his eyes scan the living room. It was...quiet. There were no plates on the table, and there were no sounds from the kitchen.

Deep in the pits of his stomach there’s an anxiety that starts bubbling up. He brushes it off, opting instead to check the kitchen. “Y/N?”

Empty. 

His footsteps hasten as he opens the bedroom door, expecting you to be curled up there, asleep. 

Empty.

Albedo takes in a shaky breath. You were probably just out in town, doing some late night shopping. Yeah, that’s it, perhaps you just didn’t have enough ingredients for dinner today and--his eyes land on the bedside table.

The photo frame is gone. The photo of the two of you standing side by side together with comfortable smiles on your faces, his hand on your waist, and the house on the background. 

He throws open the closet doors. Your clothes are gone. Your shoes are gone. Even your scent seemed to have disappeared. The anxiety that was once a small bubble in his stomach had started to claw it’s way out, wrenching his heart in places that he didn’t know could hurt. The tears pooling in his eyes were so foreign that he didn’t even know what was happening until he hears himself gasp back a sob.

You’re gone. 

Suddenly it was so hard to breathe, but he pulls himself up and out the door. There’s no way. Where would you go? Perhaps you were just around Mondstadt, trying to get a breath of fresh air to calm your nerves. He searches everywhere. The church, the tavern, the Good Hunter and even atop the rooftop of the Favonius Headquarters. There was a decent view of the city there, and his eyes roam the streets, just to get a glimpse of you.

“...Please...” There’s another lump in his throat, his eyes dart around looking for any small sign of you. 

“Albedo? Tired?” you ask as he returns home one day. He merely lets out a small “Mm,” and pulls a chair out from the dining table to sit on. You walk into the kitchen to fetch him a cup of tea, and he snatches your hand to press a soft kiss on the back of it. “Thank you, love,” 

“...Please!” his grip on the stone walls of the rooftop tighten. His vision blurs.

“Al! Don’t do that!” you try to swat his hand away from the pot, a short laugh coming off of your lips at how mischievous he could be sometimes, trying to dip his finger into the sauce. He has a grin on his face as he successfully tastes the sauce off his finger, making a sound of approval as he draws you in for a light kiss on your forehead, “It’s good, as always,” 

His legs buckle, and he finds himself on his knees, hands fisted upon the cold stone wall. “At least tell me where you've gone! I can’t--” he doesn’t know when the last time he cried was, but whenever it was, he doesn’t remember it to be this bad. The pain was unlike any injury he had, it grasped so tightly at his heart.

“Anything else you want me to do? Maybe disappear so I don’t bother you or your research so much?”

“Yes, Y/N, that would be excellent, don’t get in the way. Stop being irritating at the wrong moment,”

He furiously shakes his head because he knows that it was his fault. “I didn’t mean it, please give them back,” as if there was someone else who took you away. As if there was a God listening to him right now. 

He realizes that the worst of it was not that you had left, but that you had left no traces of you behind. No photo. Not a piece of clothing. Not a trace of your existence.

Nothing for him to hold on to.

That night, he dragged himself back home. Face flushed and hot from the tears he had shed and the ones he was attempting to hold back.

That night, he painfully got into bed.

Alone.

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Hizashi and Aizawa kidnapping a young teenage girl, and her bonding and quickly finding comfort with Hizashi, leaving Aizawa to awkwardly attempt at being super soft and all the more gentle to his sensitive little girl, his heart panging with pain every time she flinches or cowers away from him. “You don’t need to be scared of me, kitten.. please”

your little acts of favoritism weren’t necessarily intentional, you hated both of them. they were your brothers teachers, and whoop dee doo, they kidnapped you. but... you liked hizashi more.

it was just something about him that made you believe he was some form of comfort item, probably because he wasnt brooding, and didnt have a mean face, and he was the first human yud ever seen in this place, that all combined into one and he became your rock, your shoulder to cry on. he was just... so nice, although his quirk was loud, somehow he managed to speak softly with you. it was such a bright contrast to at home where two firey blondes always scream at each other, and your father tries to calm it down.

on your first night ever here, you had tried to jump out the window, and were captured by the thick scarves you once admired, hed lectured you, yelled at yiuu even, all you could see were those red eyes of his, and hear his voice. and he scared you, he scared you so much. i guess it justtranslates to now, first impressions are everything, and to you, he looked like a big scary man who would yell at you.

eventually, you stopped caring about how you hated him, or how you wanted to leave, as you clearly never were. so, instead of glaring at them, or crying, you accepted the fact that he was taking care of you. hizashi, hizashi was taking care of you... aizawa though? no way in hell, he was just so... you'd never seen him with a smile, he never tried to talk to you, he just kinda watched you, and it freaked you out, at some point you started believing he was trying to kill you, don't even ask how you came up with that conclusion.

you just couldn't manage to warm up to hi as you'd done so quickly with hizashi, and it showed. you were always tense when alone with him, like he was going to jump out at you any second and stab you, you didnt talk to him , sometimes you felt so anxious around him that you would outright start crying, shaking in some form of fear, or hide yourself under a blanket. although hizashi was proud that you loved him so much, he knew that this was hurting his husband, that his own little girl was scared of him.

so he would always try to coax you into doing things with him, saying things like "can your papa come and help" or "how about we have papa do this with you while I make lunch?", just trying to get him included so you would feel just as comfortable around him as you were with his own self. Sometimes he just left the room to let you have alone time with him. He’d even lectured his husband about how he always looked angry, and that he has to smile form time to time, and not the creepy “I’m gonna kill a villain” smile.

And so Aizawa started trying, not trying to be like hizashi, even that was too much for him, but trying to be nicer, he was a gentle person when he wanted to be, so this came with ease for him, he would tuck you in at night, read you stories, hold you if you cried, feed you, help you bathe (which you usually liked hizashi to do, and in general, inserted himself as a gentle roger in your life. You would expect taht this would work, that because he was so nice to you, because he was so sweet like hizashi, you would accept him as your father.

But nope! Again, first impressions are everything to you, and now, he was written off as the villain of you story, now, you jsut ran off to papa whenever he was around, and didn’t even give him the chance to hang around you, it just made it worse honestly, because now, not only did he look scary, but he also looked fake, which is never good. Every time he would try to if you, you would clutch onto hizashi for dear life, acting like his hand would do nothing but burn you.

Tears would cloud your vision, and he would pulle back, not wanting to cause you any more pain, and jsut stare in. Pure jealousy at his husband, who cooed and gave you a hug.and guess what? You hugged him back, and hid yourself in his chest, willingly, without a fight, without a tear, instead with a smile, most of the times mic wouldn’t interfere, wbatigg ns this to everyone a safe space for you, a place where you should naturally do things, but sometimes, he would give you little bushes int he right direction. Like disappearing completely for my he house so you’ll be forced to talk to Aizawa.

This is one of those times.

Yo been wandering the house for about ten minutes now, waking up form a nap, to find mic absent from his usual place in the rocking chair at your bedside. It was a little after lunchtime, and they’d only given you a small cup of fruit for breakfast (intentional, from mic), you were fairly hungry, and usually he was there to give you food, but you had no idea where he was, you had heard the… other one on the phone in their shared office, but you did not want to talk to him right now.

Aizawa could tell you were awake by the fact that all of the cats were meowing like crazy, and little pattering footsteps had followed his hearing around, mic had left abruptly, probably some little plan of mischief again, he was hizashi after all. He was just waiting for you to either 1: go back to bed, or 2: come to him for help. Mic had specifically told him to follow these rules for after nap time, so he did. And grew progressively more worried as over twenty minutes, trying to read through his students grading work, too distracted by the urge to go find you to accomplish anything.

His worries dissipated though when he saw your little head poking through the door, cat in hand, confused and tired looking, small tears beginning to prick th corners of your eyes, little sniffling sounds left you. His wha specked up form the desk, you’d given up walking around the whole house, your restarting had slowly pent up, you couldn’t manage to find him, and you were so hungry.

“Oh- hey honey, I didn’t know you were up. Do you need something?” He questioned, smiling intently at you, you just inched back into the door frame, breathing heavier by the moment, your hands shook and your head felt like it was going to explode at any point. Youbcontenoajted runnign back to your room and waiting till mic came out where you could hear him, but your stomach grumbled, reminding you how hungry you really are.

“I’m- im looking for daddy. Where is he.” You spoke, a very hushed tone overtook your words, making them almost inaudible for him. His face sunk slowly, he tougher you were actually gonna come for him, but the he remembered taht patience is key, and that he shouldn’t get mad, because it is t your fault taht you’re just a little sensitive, too fragile to handle more than one attachment, he gets it. He jsut at least wanted you to look at him, instead did your little feet, I’m Ayer if you could meet his eyes the. You would see how much he loves you.

“Oh, he left a. Little while ago. Is there something you need from him? Your papa can give him a call if you want, you could even talk to him!” He exclaimed excitedly, plastering that happy smile across his face to seem more inviting, liek mic had told him to do. He stood out of his chair, rounding up the papers and putting them in his file folders.you tried to sink back furthers, almost disappearing behind the doorway, you shook your head aggressively, almost running off, then yet again, your stomach made another noise, and forced you to stay.

“I- no. I’m- im hungry-“ you spluttered, not caring if it was embarrassing that you were stuttering so much, you just wanted food. And calling mic would just get you a lecture on how you could’ve just asked your papa, the same thing would happen whenever you went to uncnecesary lengths to avoid the man, your daddy would make sure you knew that it made him feel bad, while you’d at there bored. Not caring, at all.

“Oh- well you should’ve told me sooner kitten, if I’d known I would be up already. Cmon, let’s go to the kitchen, your daddy made you some food earlier” he spoke, rising from his chair slowly, you cowered slightly as he walked over, clutching the little kitten right to you for comfort, he mewed and snuggled closer, completely asleep. The man sighed when he saw you backing away from his grasp, he knew you were still scared. But he was just so impatient… he was tired of waiting, he wanted to hold you, even if it was jsut foena few minutes. He needed it feel you there with him.

Is he acted quickly, moving in a matter of seconds, he swooped his arm under your leg, and hooked his other around your torso, pulling you straight up into his grasp. Youu huh froze, his hands felt cold as ice on your skin, like they were burning you, immediately after he started walking, it snapped you out of it and you threw a fit. You dig your fingernails into his skin, and kicked and flailed in a panic, still trying to keep the little kitten in your lap safe. A full blown panic washed over you, clogging all your senses.

The dam holding back tears form your eyes crashed, and immediately you were sobbing, biting at his shoulder to let you go, he tried to rub your back to calm you down a bit, but just made it worse, as his hands felt like living anxiety creeping up and down your spine. He didn’t know what to do, let you ride it out, andkk no possibly have you get sick because of how much your crying in an empty stomach? Or let you down and go straight back to square one.

Your veined felt like pure ice had flooded in them, and it felt liek someone was repeatedly jabbing you in the head with tiny needes, fear was jsut so prominent in your sense, it overcame you, and made you whimper and scream.

“Whoah, breath for me alright? I just want to hold you. I’m not going to hurt you okay? I would never hurt you. Kitten… you don’t have to be scared of me” he spoke, trying to keep a proper computers, he wanted to cry with you, he wasn’t a very soft or emotional man but honestly, he was so upset with himself already, this was jsut pushing him for the edge. You cried, and cried, at some point you weren’t even crying and screaming at him, more with him. He held you close, you’d stopped the struggle almost five minutes ago, letting him hold you. It was odd. It almost felt… nice.

“I-I’m sorry. I’m being stupid again” You alien through your remaining little hiccups, shove my your face into his shirt, smelling the woody scent he carried around with him. He cooed, letting you hide yourself from him, savouring this soft moment was of top priorirty in his head… you jsut looked so sweet, so different from those harsh cries that would sound usually whenever he came around.

Who would think, shouts aizawas hand couldn’t feel nice? The same ones that had just been burning you, the ones that made you scream, felt like a breeze on a spring day, he actually felt warm, he felt like happiness, like contentment.

“No hon, it’s not stupid. Your scared. I know that, we all get scared and it’s not a bad thing, I love you, I really, really love you kitten. Just know that” he continued on with his little speech, leaving down to kiss you in the forehead, Jsut to be suprised when you didn’t flinfh, you were too tired to be scared; and too hungry, plus, he was really warm, the cat had pretty much snuggled up to him already, who says you shouldn’t.

“I- um- I love you… to?” You spoke, more of a question than anything, you’d spent so long Harding him that you didn’t know if you even could love him, it didn’t even feel possible, then again, you litterally cling to hizashi like a koala, and your mental state has relaly said “swoopity swoop” and scattered itself everywhere. Maybe having two comfort items was actually better than one… huh.

“Well, let’s go eat then. All taht crying probably made you tired, I’ll let you watch a movie in my office, you can watch pinto again, I know you love taht one. Cmon, let’s go” he spoke, and started walking again, you cuddled closer to him as he did, smiling slightly at the warmth. Hizashi was very extravagant, exiting, and hyper, this man felt very cool, calm, it was such a dark contrast, but it worked so well. You jsut… you Jsut liked it.

Well… now we’ll just have to wait and see who’s the favorite

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Thank you for requesting! It was super fun to write and had me feeling super happy when I finished :)

I’m thinking about doing yandere todoroki family asks, because I’m litterally in love with @i-cant-sing one… so, requests are open for those if you want to put them in (please do I’m begging)

Anywho, have the most wonderful to days today! Goodbye!

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[sugawara-sweetheart]

darling nymphet (m)

❥dilf!suguru getou x fem!reader

❥warnings: age gap, non-jujutsu world!au, masturbation, voyeurism, cunnilingus, overstim, vaginal penetration, facial, mild cum play, spitting, clit-slapping, praise kink

❥word count: 4.5k

this is for @kaijime‘s dilf collab. im so sorry this is so horribly late but i really hope you enjoy this and thank you so much for letting me join your collab, I'm honoured to have been a part of it <33 and for my regular readings, im so sorry this is the first time im posting a fic in ages too. 

it sounds like a cliche but the men your age just weren’t good enough.

childish. immature. not to mention weak dick game, thinking it’s sufficient to just give you a few thrusts before spilling their cum into a condom they initially claimed ‘wouldn’t be big enough’, your clit painfully ignored whilst they have the audacity to ask you ‘did you cum?’

it’s almost embarrassing- and pathetic enough that you swear yourself to be celibate one night over a bottle of wine. too many disgusting men not simply worth your time, it’d be better to abstain from men till someone actually worth dropping your panties for comes along. not that you have to wait long- because the next morning you wake to seeing a removal van outside your home. the doors are open, furniture being carried out by the men and your stomach’s in knots as you peer carefully from the crack in your curtains, intrigued and hopeful for a glimpse of your new neighbours. the last thing you need are troublesome people- the type that’d park badly and leave you with no space for your own car or the type that host parties too often and keep the whole street awake. but the last thing you expect is for him to come strolling out of the house, smiling as he thanks the movers for bringing in the last couch.

tall. muscular. handsome. this man is perfectly sculpted, enough to make you gasp as you press against the window, salivating already. his creamy skin glows in the morning sunlight, long dark hair falling in his narrow eyes as he gazes around the street. bulging muscles ripple in his navy t-shirt with every movement and it’s not a lie to say a small moan falls from your lips just at the mere sight of him. there’s no denying he’s older- much older than you’d ever considered, with lines tracing around his sharp eyes but fuck, you’d never seen a man like him before.

the cogs in your mind are already turning when you see a flash across the garden and you freeze, your mouth dropping open. there’s a small child- a little boy probably no older than ten running to your new neighbour, blue tresses wild over his grinning face. you’re stunned as he hugs the man, the man laughing and you’re speechless as it dawns upon you- he’s a father. you’d never been with a man like that before- responsible, caring, a proper adult.

you’re supposed to be deterred. you’re just a mere adult of twenty-something, young, childish, immature still- this sort of older man is not for you. but for some reason, it makes your heart thump faster. your stomach flutters with the thrill of just imagining it- a hot, older man, a man old enough to be your father, fucking you, his dick buried in your clenching cunt, his fingers shoved in your mouth, soft voice murmuring filth in your ear, his hot breath tickling your cheek as your pussy dribbles all over his throbbing cock.

you inhale sharply, mind hazy and dizzy from the new excitement. there’s no guarantee a man of his age and his lifestyle would even be interested in the likes of you- but you’re not the type to shy away from a challenge.

the hours spent in the kitchen poring over a recipe book and the splatters of dough all over the countertop is worth it when you’re finally taking a tray of golden choc-chip cookies out of the oven, the sweet scent filling your home. a smile stretches across your face as you fill a pretty plate with them, taking one final glance in the mirror before you leave your home. it’s uncomfortable, the underwire of the push-up bra squeezing against your rib cage but it’s worth it to perfect the look; the look of the perfect girl-next-door, hot neighbour cliche with your shorts and slippers, hair messy but makeup perfected.

two knocks on the door and it swings open a moment later, the handsome face of your new neighbour greeting you. but he’s better up close, your lips pressing shut to suppress the whine that threatens to escape. so fucking hot. he’s like a Greek god, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he smiles at you, head tilting. your knees feel weak as his onyx eyes slowly trace along the length of your body.

“hi.” a sweet voice. it’s young and girlish as you put it on, fluttering your lashes with a saccharine smile painted on your face, but you don’t miss the way his thin brows raise momentarily. “i just saw you moved in- i’m your neighbour, y/n. it’s lovely to meet you- i brought cookies!” he chuckles, leaning his body against the doorframe and you’re practically drooling as you notice how the veins along his arm ripples. no ring on the left hand. it’s hard to control the smirk.

“that’s so sweet of you, y/n.” a honeyed voice meets your ears and you inhale sharply as your name rolls from his lips. so perfect. you wish you could hear him moaning it. “i’m suguru. thank you for the cookies- why don’t you come in? my son will love you for them.”

easy so far.

you giggle, thanking him as you step into his house, your body grazing his as he moves to close the door behind you. rich yet subtle cologne fills your nose and you can’t help but imagine how much stronger his scent would be when you’re burying your face into his neck, biting into his shoulder and moaning into his sweaty skin as he pounds into you.

can he sense the sin pulsating through you? there’s a smirk tugging at his lips, eyelids hooded when he gently presses his hand to the small of your back. “just straight ahead to the kitchen.” you can feel his eyes on you as you walk, swaying your hips enough you’re sure there’s no way he’ll be able to forget about you.

“mahito, we have a guest.” the small boy sat at the kitchen table tears his eyes away from his ipad at the sound of his father’s voice, his piercing eyes flashing to you. a smile brightens his face when he sees the plate of cookies in your hand, rushing to you immediately. “this is y/n, she’s our neighbour. say hello.” he does as his father says and you flash him a kind smile as you offer him the plate, thankful he’s quick to grab a couple before he rushes out of the room with his ipad.

“he’s not great with people so don’t mind him.” getou’s laugh is sweet, filling the room as your stomach flutters, your own laugh joining his. “but thank you for this.” you watch his hand reach out for a cookie, veins rippling. his eyes are locked with yours as he brings it to his lips, biting into it slow. a small groan falls from his lips as he chews and you can’t tug your eyes away, swallowing hard as your legs press together.

“they’re delicious.” he murmurs, pink tongue swiping across his lips, leaving them glistening. you want nothing more than for him to use it on you, to bury his face between your legs, to leave your thighs shaking around him, toes curling.

“i’m glad you like them. i’ll be sure to make them often now.” you smile as you step forward. your chest is inches away from his but he doesn’t make to move away. “you have a crumb.” you reach a hand out slowly, swiping your thumb across the corner of his smirking lip, his skin soft against yours.

“thank you, sweetheart.” you’re stunned when his tongue darts out, the wet tip swiping along your thumb to collect the crumb. a gasp escapes you, heat rising to your cheeks but getou just smiles as he taps your cheeks gently. “you’re a doll.”

you can feel your skin burnt, alight with the fiery tingles of lust running through you. your heart hammers, knees feeling weak as you inhale sharply, getou’s narrowed eyes falling to the curves of your quivering lips.

“dad! i want more cookies!” the loud, obnoxious, childish voice snaps you out of your rose-tinted haze as you and getou spring apart, his child running into the kitchen. there’s a slight wariness as his eyes flicker to you but you’re too busy gripping the edge of the countertop to steady yourself, thighs pressing together to care.

“no more.” getou smiles. “you’ll ruin your dinner. would you care to stay for some?” he turns to you, eyes slowly raking down the length of your body and you’re half-tempted to say yes, but that’d spoil the fun. there’s a better appeal in playing the long game so you stretch a smile across your face, waving a hand dismissively.

“no, i should let you settle in. but welcome to the neighbourhood-  you’ll like it here.”

his eyes burn into you as he walks you to the walk, not even bothering to hide his shameless smirk.

“thank you, darling. i’m sure i will.”

you live to make sure your words come true.

it starts off slow.

a week or two of watching closely by the curtains lets you know the time getou returns home after dropping his kid off to school, giving you the perfect opportunity to sit at your porch, sipping your morning coffee in nothing but a skimpy little tank top and sleeping shorts. it’s worth the biting morning cold to see how getou stops in his tracks, brows raising as he takes in how the thin strap slides down your shoulder, his eyes raking over your smooth collarbone and what’s exposed of your chest, the nipples protuding through the thin fabric, the soft skin of your thighs.

“morning.” it’s such a thrill to see how the older man swallows as his eyes fall onto your lips, wet with the traces of coffee. sometimes you’ll go even further- bending over to pick up the stray weeds to have your shorts hug the curve of your ass or leaning over for your chest to almost spill out of your flimsy top as you water the plants.

“it is now, sweetheart.” you don’t miss the deep mumble falling from getou’s lips as he strolls back into his house, footsteps slow and eyes lingering. sometimes he’ll stop and chat, letting you push your tits together as you lean against the shared fence, thighs pressing together every time his sharp eyes dips away from your eyes to your body.

any chance you get to speak to the older man you take- the wrong post, some baked treats, you need to borrow some milk, a stiff jar you can’t open? you’re skipping into his house, whining that you need his help so bad, pouting your red lips and jumping with joy when he easily clicks it open. a smirk tugs at his lips whenever you thank him so earnestly, stroking your hand over his thick bicep.

“aren’t you such a sweet little doll?” he always smiles back, earning a coy giggle to fall from your lips.

but the best chance you possibly have is your large bedroom window facing the master bedroom of getou’s. it still takes you by surprise how often you’ve seen the older man stroll out of his bathroom in just a towel wrapped around his lower half but you love it every time- the curve of his bulge pressing against the white, his long wet hair pushed back, skin damp with droplets running down his chest and glistening abs, his handsome face looking somewhat older in the dim lighting of his bedroom. it drives you insane, you’re salivating as you watch him hungrily till the curtains close. but you can easily still see the silhouette of his body through the sheerness of the curtains- the curves and chisels of his body as the towel falls, leaving little but enough to your imagination. it’s enough to make the ache too unbearable that you can’t resist laying down across your bed, one hand reaching between your legs and the other groping your chest, fingers buried in your throbbing cunt, wishing it was his instead, that the heat dancing across your skin is the blaze his lips leave behind, that your heavy pants are joined by his.

you don’t know what pushes you this far.

the haze of lust engulfs you too far one night. some liquid courage and you’re tipsy enough to ignore the thoughts of self-restrain when you stalk into your bedroom. the silk robe around your body sends shivers running down your spine as you sit at the end of your bed, staring out at the window across. you can see getou clearly, still in just his bath towel, pushing his wet hair back as he stands in front of his wardrobe mirror. it takes him a moment before his eyes flicker towards the window but the moment he does is perfect- his eyes widen momentarily as he stares at you before a smirk tugs at the corners of his lips. one hand raised slowly, he waves at you- but he freezes the moment the robe slips from your body.

you whine to yourself as you stroke a hand up along your thigh, spreading your legs slowly, the hands reaching up up along your stomach, towards your chest. the thin lace of your bra barely hold your tits and your legs tremble as you grope them, feeling your nipples harden through the thin fabric. but getou doesn’t look away, not even when you spread your legs completely and let your fingers trail over your clothed clit. he’s pinned in place, watching you with his lips upturned, head tilted as he watches you rub your fingers against your cunt, how your legs tremble with pleasure, how your lips fall apart with sweet moans. your eyes flutter shut as you feel the coil tighten in your stomach- he’d be so good pounding you into the mattress, calling you his sweet little girl, instructing you to touch yourself as you fall apart on his cock, reminding you only he can make you feel this good, that no guy your own age can ever make you moan this loud.

your release is warm, body shaking as your hot moans fill the room. your wet  pussy clenches around nothing as your eyes slowly open, locking with getou’s narrowed slits piercing into you. nothing but the permanent smug smirk gracing his face lingers before the curtains close and you’re left with a thudding heart.

you’re sure your life is over. that he’ll report you, or move out, or tell all the other neighbours in the facebook group or just get a documentary channel involved- but you want nothing more than to avoid getou for the rest of your life. it’s humiliating how you somehow thought that was the right way to seduce a man only it horribly failed and now you were left trying to avoid him at all costs. almost a week had passed and you’d always wait till his car was no longer in his drive to leave the house. the frequent flirtatious chats over the garden fence was done, no morning coffee on the porch and no little trips into his home. you were sure you’d gotten so close to him that you’d even heard his son mahito’s voice carrying over the back garden as he was playing out, asking about you. but you doubt getou even cared- after all, his bedroom curtains had been firmly drawn shut since, leaving you with a scorned ego.

you’re surprised one evening to hear the door knock, confused as to who’d be coming over without notice- after all, your friends were all busy and you hadn’t made any plans. but you’re stunned when you open the door and see none other than getou stood on the doorstep.

he looks like he’d just come home from work, dark hair tied back in a bun with that signature lock of hair falling into his eye, eyes darkened, white crisp shirt unbuttoned at the top. you freeze as you stare at him, cursing his smirk that has you like a deer caught in headlights, your legs feeling weak as you feel the heat rise to your cheeks.

“why’s my little sweetheart looking so flustered? you weren’t so shy back then.” you can’t force any words out. not in reply to his honeyed voice as he steps into your home, the door closing shut behind him. “my kid’s away this weekend. so i guess i’ve got plenty of time for you, darling.” you swallow as he reaches out, fingers closing around your chin tenderly. he brushes the coarse pad of his thumb across your bottom lip, making you inhale sharply. “i haven’t forgotten your little show- instead i’ve been waiting. so tell me, how badly do you want me to stuff your pretty, little cunt and fuck you dumb?”

it’s jarring, how such an angelic face spew such filth with a handsome smirk and a sweet voice. but you’re drunk on suguru getou, a whine falling from your lips as you cling to his shirt, desperate for him as you press your legs together to try and soothe that throbbing ache between your legs.

“s-suguru, please. i need you so bad. want you to ruin me. please.” he chuckles at your words, fingers threading through your hair as he tilts your head upwards.

“such a sweet, polite little thing you are. but it’s daddy for you.”

“daddy.”

it’s pure sin falling from your lips, getou moaning softly as his lips connect with yours. he’s hungry, tasting of sweet peppermint and making fire run through your veins as you cling to him, letting him tighten his fingers in your hair, tilt back your head, deepening the wet desperate kiss. you tug at his shirt, pulling him into the living room with your lips still pressed against his, whining when his tongue swipes across your bottom lip and you can’t resist bucking your hips up into his, wrapping your legs around him when he pushes you onto the couch.

“please, daddy.” you’re breathless, eyes fluttering shut as getou peppers hot kisses leaving a blaze dancing on your skin along the column of your throat. “fuck me already.” he chuckles against your skin, gripping your chin as his dark eyes lock with yours, lust burning in them.

“oh don’t worry- i will. i’ll fuck you so good you’ll be screaming my name when you cream all over my cock. you’ve never fucked someone this old, have you?” your cheeks burn as you shake your head, making him laugh as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, teeth grazing your skin between the open-mouthed kisses he presses. “good. i’ll fuck you so good you’ll never want anyone else’s dick again.”

there’s no time wasted in pulling off the clothes and you don’t even register that you’re braless and in a boring pair of panties until getou pulls back to pull off his own shirt. your cheeks burn with embarrassment as he gazes at you but much to your surprise, there’s a certain thrill when he cocks his head and smirks at you.

“no pretty lingerie today? does that mean that was all just for me the other night?” you scowl as you’re about to scoff at him but you’re cut off by his fingers reaching out to grope your chest, squeezing the flesh as you squirm. “i’m honoured- daddy appreciated your little show a lot, sweetheart.”

you groan his name as he wraps his lips around the pebbled buds, sucking and licking to make warmth run through you before he sinks to knees. “i wanted to see that cute little pussy of yours so bad.” you inhale sharply as he spreads your legs, placing each thigh across his shoulders and rubbing his thumb against the soft skin. “i wanted to see how wet and tight this little cunt can get.” you whine as he kisses your clothed clit through the fabric before he hooks a finger into the waistband, tugging down your panties. eyes locked with yours. it’s pure sin, how his face dips between your legs, wet tongue sliding out along your folds. it’s pure ecstasy.

your head falls back with a lewd moan as getou eats you out, his tongue sliding along your damp folds, swirling and sucking your clit as your thighs tighten around his head. your fingers thread through his hair, tightening around the locks, making him groan into your cunt as he tonguefucks your hole, the coil in your stomach tightening.

“oh, god-” your moans fill the room, hips bucking up into his face as you grind against him, toes curling with the pleasure flooding through it. but the pleasure fades as soon as he pulls away, slapping his fingers against your clit harshly. you squeal at the sensitivity, panting as your hole flutters around nothing. “why did you stop?”

“my name.” his hand slides along the length of your body, groping your tit momentarily before he reaches your throat, squeezing around it softly but hard enough to make you whimper. “you’re only moaning my name, understand?”

“yes, daddy.” getou doesn’t rip his eyes away from you before he sinks back to your pussy, lapping at your wetness as warm pleasure runs through you once more. you whine loudly, panting ‘daddy’ over and over as you tug at his hair, grinding against his face as his fingers prod your hole. the slight stretch of his long fingers curling between your warm walls burns but it’s washed away with the sheer pleasure pushing you closer and closer to your orgasm.

your orgasm is heavy as it rushes through you, prolonged as getou sucks your clit hard, his fingers pumping in and out of your gushing cunt. you moan as your back arches with pleasure, legs trembling on either side of his face till it starts to sting with overstimulation.

“daddy-” a whimper falls from your lips as you try to push getou’s head away, your cunt throbbing till he finally pulls away, not without delivering a few slaps to your cunt that has you jerking and crying out with tears stinging your eyes.

“pretty girl.” getou looks like pure sin, eyes darkened and a mixture of your release and saliva smeared across his chin. “such a good girl for your daddy.” he presses his lips to yours, tongue sliding into your mouth and you moan at the taste of yourself, clinging to him as he tugs down his boxers. his hard cock springs against his stomach and your walls clench just at the sight of it. he’s not the biggest you’ve ever had but he’s thick and it’s pretty, the head flushed pink, leaking a trail of silvery precum down the veiny length.

“how much do you want me, sweetheart?” you whine as he taps the cockhead against your clit, the pressure making you squirm whilst his eyes burn into you.

“please.” he scoffs at your pathetic whisper, smirking as he slides his dick along your cunt, edging towards your entrance, leaving you whimpering with anticipation.

“please, suguru- i need you so bad. i want you so bad. want you to stuff me full of your cock and fuck me so hard- please!” tears spill from your eyes and your nails pierce crescents into the skin of his shoulders, causing him to groan softly as he finally rests his cock against your entrance.

“you sound so pretty whining for me. what a good little girl you are.”

you watch with widened eyes, heart thumping as he puckers his lips and spits directly onto your fluttering cunt, the lewdness of it causing your pussy to clench around nothing before he slowly slides his cock in. the stretch burns, his thick cock stretching out your little pussy as you squeal, head falling back against your couch cushions as getou presses a thumb to your swollen clit, rubbing slowly.

“that’s it, you look so pretty taking daddy’s cock like a good girl. can you take it all?” you nod, biting your bottom lip so hard to suppress the moans you’re sure it’ll draw blood as he watches his cock sink deeper into your wet pussy. “not even moaning for me? does that just mean i’ll have to make you scream?” you can’t hold back the loud gasp that escapes you when he pulls out almost completely, cock coated in a glistening sheen of slick, before slamming back into you, your back arching as you push your chest flesh against his.

“su- daddy!”

“that’s better- want you to hear you moaning for me all pretty as i fuck this cute little cunt of yours.” getou’s ruthless as he fucks you- he thrusts into you, fast and hard with your spongy walls tightening around him, feeling every ridge and vein flooding you with pleasure. his lips mouth kisses along your throat, thumb swirling your clit as your legs wrap around him, pulling him in closer as your hips buck up into his. “you’re so wet.” he groans, the lewd sounds of your slick squelching and the sounds of skin slapping against skin filling your living room as his teeth scrape along your collarbones. “who’s fucking you this good, sweetheart? who’s making you feel this good?”

“y-you! you, daddy!” tears swim in your eyes and your body trembles as he pounds into you, his cock filling up your pussy completely, slamming into you and leaving your mind dizzy with the sheer pleasure.

“that;’s right.” getou grunts, teeth catching your ear lobe and sucking on the flesh as you whine. “nobody else can fuck you this good. i bet the boys your age can’t fuck you nearly half as good- not like me. your pussy loves me, sucking my cock back in. i own this cute little cunny, don’t i?” you can barely talk as you feel the coil tightening in your stomach, your orgasm pushing closer as you can only nod, moans falling freely from your lips. “do you want to cum, baby?” you nod desperately, eyes rolling to the back of your head as getou swirls your clit harder, his hips snapping against yours as you’re pushed closer and closer to the edge.

your orgasm is heavenly. euphoria rushes through you as you’re seeing white, your walls tightening around getou as he groans into the crook of your shoulder, his cock throbbing. he fucks you through your high, grunting with each thrust till he slips out, leaving your abused cunt fluttering. you’re barely registering anything, too fucked out till the white hot ropes of cum splatter over your face and chest.

getou pants as he almost falls over you, holding himself up by his forearms. his face is damp with sweat, his smirk still tugging at his lips as he slides a thumb across your cheek, collecting the white cum onto his fingertip. as he holds it to your lips, you don’t hesitate to slide out your tongue, moaning softly as you lick his thumb clean.

“such a good girl for me. how about next weekend i introduce you to one of my old mates, huh?”

suguru getou was already your rose-coloured nymphet dream. there was no way you could resist turning down a second.

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