#but for sure I’ll cry when I do have this face to face convo with him

[justallihere]

GIRLIE YOU BETTER BE READY TO READ THIS ESSAY!!!!!!

I love how sentient the shadows are in this chapter. Its like they have a mind of their own and I'm here for it. Those shadows are hers now, not Xadens LMAO Mira's eye is going to twitch every time she sees them hanging around her baby sister

so satisfying we got to read how Pierce screamed to death and Xaden needed to relive that memory to keep himself in check

Vi basically kicking Mira out and admitting the room is also his??? I bet X was jumping for joy when he heard that

X is literally ready to shut down/hurt anyone who remotely upsets his wife. He has no fucks to give, doesn't care if it's her bsf, sister, or brother. anyone can be on his shit list and on the flip side, make her happy and he will do whatever that person asks lmao

SO MUCH PHYSICAL TOUCH IM CRYING

The hair conversation had my heart aching, X affirming that its V's body and its okay to be upset about the prospect of it being cut against her will!!!! (wonder if V is getting whiplash from the venin convo and how ppl took away her autonomy bc it's her body, her signet, her choices)

I can't even imagine the bickering that X and Tairn were having and how tired Sgayel must have been listening to these two

Did X's heart break when V thought she wasn't worth it and wouldn't come to save her? Liam really did keep her going and was so confident that X would save HER

She’d misunderstood him once before on this, and he couldn’t let her again

SOBBING!!!! THEY TOUCHED FOREHEADS. Honestly, that can be so much more intimate/impactful than a kiss imo

“Like. . .” He turned his head just enough so that his nose skimmed her cheek. “Everything has shifted since I met you. You are the center of my world—you’re the thing I orbit around. Of course I would come for you. I would do anything for you. You’re everything to me, Vi.”  “Don’t—“ A choked sob got caught in her throat. “Don’t say that.”  “Why? It’s the truth

“I love you, Violet Sorrengail,” he admitted. “I’m in love with you. You can’t get rid of me, in this life or any other. I’ll follow you through them all.” 

In every universe, they are soulmates. I will die on that hill!!! That thing in my chest ACHED when I read this part. I think I've re-read it at least 5 times 😭😭😭😭 He finally said I LOVE YOU TO HER. He didnt and wouldn't allow any room for misunderstanding!!!!! Its all on V now!!! and thats okay!!! X will be patient bc he loves her

Was this the chapter where he kisses her forehead and wipes her tears away 🥺 I love them so much, your honor

HE GOT TO SLIP HIS HAND UNDER HER SHIRT!!!!!! UGH MY HEART I CAN'T WITH THEM

Rhi is so snarky and I love her for it. She might be X's #1 hater (Mira is up there) and I am here for it. I hope we get to see these two bicker

WALK HIM LIKE A DOG SIS, WALK HIM LIKE A DOG

He would do whatever she asked

Xaden is so soft in this chapter and I love you for showing this side of him

He caught her as she buried her face against his shoulder. “Hi, Sloane,” he said gently. 

Everyone loves/fears Vi more than him and X is fully aware and okay with it

“Is that my entry fee?” Xaden asked dryly. “My wife?” 

I feel like everyone is going to be hovering around Vi once she is up and walking around (We all know Xaden is going to LITERALLY be her shadow)

Imogen and the one kitchen lady (forget her name) will be constantly feeding her and fretting that shes gotten too thin and needs to eat.

In summary: FOREHEAD KISSES GALORE, THE CUDDLING, X finally sleeping bc his wife is safe and home?????

you are amazing and i love this fic and you <3

I am always ready for all of your comments let’s do this

Mira has been around Xaden and Violet for two seconds and she’s over it. Like why is he looking at her baby sister that way? Why does Violet like it? Why is she defending him? Make it stop!!

Violet didn’t want anything to do with Pierce’s death, she just wanted to go home, but Xaden enjoyed it for sure

Listen Xaden doesn’t care. Has never cared. Won’t ever care. If anyone upsets Violet, their relationship to her is inconsequential, he won’t let it happen 😭

Xaden is about to learn the hard way that it’s Violet’s body and choice when she starts doing shit he doesn’t want her to do. Start praying for him

Sgaeyl having to intervene between Xaden and Tairn was NOT on her bingo card and yet here she is. Mediating fights between her mate and her rider over some tiny human she won’t even admit she likes

The forehead touch! The forehead kiss! The love confession! Xaden touching her skin directly to ground them both! I’m unwell!

Thank you ily 🩷🩷🩷

#storm in the quiet

[meowzfordayz]

conversations

Author’s Note: silly and sweet (and mildly sarcastic) convos. 😆🥰

conversations

Hashira x Reader, Tokito Muichiro x Reader, Kamaboko x Reader

Word Count: ~2,000

CW: explicit language

~faqs~

These are just lil convos I imagine occurring between various characters and Reader. 💞

In specific regards to Shinobu’s convo: she isn’t policing Reader’s diet!!!!! Hers is predominantly inspired by my own sweet tooth 😋, and how I often tell my irl bf to not let me buy candy when we go grocery shopping (similar to reminding myself that I don’t need x, y, or z when I’m window shopping; I’d spend way too much $ otherwise 😂🥴).

+ I wasn’t sure how to format this fanfic (I recognize the Character: | Reader: format gets repetitive) since I couldn’t rely on italics/bold bc I also use them to provide emphasis in the convos themselves, so pls and ty bear w/ me! 🤓

in the dining room; eating lunch

Zenitsu: You forgot to cut the crust off my sandwich. 😕

You: 🤨

Zenitsu: Are you mad at me? 🙁

Zenitsu: I’m sorry! ☹️

Zenitsu: I love you!!!!! 😭

You: Baby, Zenitsu, honey! I’m not mad at you! 

Zenitsu: But the crust… 😔

You: Are you kidding me? 😐

Zenitsu: … no? 🥲

You: Would you like me to cut off the crust? 🙃

Zenitsu: YES! 😍

You: 🫥

Zenitsu: Please? 🥹

You: I love you more than I should. 🙄

Zenitsu: WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN? 😥😖

You: You’re actually the most dramatic person I know. 😃

Zenitsu: I have feelings! 😭 I am a sensitive man! 😭

You: I know, I know. 🫠 I love you. 🥰

Zenitsu: As much as you should? 🧐

You: As much as I should. 😁

Zenitsu: I love you. 🩷

You: I love you too. 🩷🩷

Zenitsu: I love you too, too. 🩷🩷🩷

You: I love you too times three. 🩷🩷🩷🩷

Zenitsu: That’s cheating. 😒

You: I’m not saying “too” three times. 

Zenitsu: You’re gonna have to say it fives times after I say I love you too, too, too, too. 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

You: 😵

Zenitsu: 😭😭😭

getting dressed for the day; summertime

Inosuke: Let’s get a pet squirrel. 😁 

You: Let’s not. 🙃

Inosuke: You’re so boring. 😒

You: You’re so obnoxious. 😌

Inosuke: At least I’m fun! 😎

You: Sure, darling, let’s get a pet squirrel. 😃

Inosuke: REALLY?! 😱🤯🥳🥳🥳

You: Inosuke, squirrels aren’t pets!!!!!

Inosuke: But they could be… 🥹

You: N. O. No. 

Inosuke: I’ll pay for everything and take care of it.

You: I already do that. 🤗

Inosuke: 🤔

You: 😶

Inosuke: Did you just call me a squirrel?

You: Mhmmm. 🐿️

Inosuke: I wish I could climb trees like them. 💔😭

You: Do you really want a pet squirrel?

Inosuke: I guess not, but could we go to the park and look at ‘em? ☺️

You: We can do that. ☺️

Inosuke: Do you want a pet? 

You: Are we ready for that?

Inosuke: Babe, we’re ready for anything.

You:

Inosuke: I mean it. I love you.

You: I love you too, Inosuke. I love you too.

in bed; a sunny Sunday morning

You: Hey love?

Gyomei: Hey what?

You: Would you love me more if I was a cat? 😻

Gyomei: 🤨

You: 👀

Gyomei: Of course not.

You: Sooo you would love me less? 😒

Gyomei: You’re putting words in my mouth. 

You: So if an evil witch turned me into a cat, you would love me less. 😒

Gyomei: When did I ever say that?

You: You admit it! 😭

Gyomei: ?????

You: Meow meow. 🥺😔😖

Gyomei: I would love you more! 😁💖

You: YOU WOULD LOVE ME MORE IF I WAS A CAT? Fine, Gyomei. I’ll just go find a cat to replace me, Himejima-loves-cats-more-than-me-Gyomei. 😭😭😭😭😭

Gyomei: ??????????

in the kitchen; cooking dinner

You: Kaburamura needs a hat. 🤗

Obanai: No.

You: How about sunscreen? 🥺

Obanai: His face is perfectly fine in the sun.

You: But his pretty scales…

Obanai: You want to buy him a hat. 🤨

You: Correction, I want to make him a hat. A snake hat.

Obanai: A condom for his head.😐

You: You said it, not me.

Obanai: Kaburamura does not need a condom.

You: 🙃

Obanai: 😐

You: Pleeeease???! ☹️

Obanai: Whatever. Just don’t come crying when it immediately falls off.

You: I’ll tape it to him. 😌

Obanai: YOU WOULDN’T.

You: With… Snake-t, tape. 😏

Obanai: 😬

You: Y’know, Duck-t tape, but Snake-t ta-

Obanai: Just stop.

walking outside; a brisk spring day

Tanjirou: You’re so beautiful. 🥰

You: You’re so cheesy.

Tanjirou: You love cheese! 😋

You: I do. I love you a lot. 🥰

Tanjirou: Ooh, now who’s being cheesy?! 😉

You: I’m getting cold. 🥶

Tanjirou: You’re wearing three layers???

You: I can still get cold with three layers on. ☹️

Tanjirou: Do you want my jacket? 😁

You: It might not fit over my three layers.

Tanjirou: How about you swap me your thinnest layer for my jacket?

You: Tanjirou, I can’t just take off my t-shirt, right here, right now. 🤨

Tanjirou: But you’re so beautiful. 😌

You: That’s so far from the point.

Tanjirou: Piggyback ride? I can get us home faster. 😎

You: Is that a challenge? 🧐

Tanjirou: You want to race home instead? 👀

You: Nah. 💀

Tanjirou: Piggyback? 🤗

You: I bet you can’t carry me all the way back.

Tanjirou: Was that a challenge? 😏

You: You’re gonna be cooking dinner tonight. 😃

Tanjirou: I cook dinner most nights? 🙃

You: Again, so not the point. 😒

Tanjirou: That’s it. You’re shivering. All aboard the Tanjirou Train! 🥰

You: You’re so silly. 🥹

Tanjirou: There’s nobody around. 🥰

You: You’re still silly. 💞

gazing at the stars through a mesh ceiling; camping

You: It’s late. 🥱

Mitsuri: But I want to stay up forever with you. 🥺

You: That doesn’t sound too healthy. 😅

Mitsuri: Let me be cute. 🥺

You: You’re the cutest. 🥰

Mitsuri: Thank you for going camping with me.

You: Thank you for setting everything up.

Mitsuri: Thank you for getting all the bug bites for me. 🤭

You: You should thank me again 😒, they’re so itchy. 😭

Mitsuri: Thank you times a billion! 🤪💖

You: I love you. 

Mitsuri: I love you more.

You: Most.

Mitsuri: You see those stars? 🌌

You: There’s a bunch.

Mitsuri: More than a bunch.

You: Definitely.

Mitsuri: That’s how much I love you. 💙

You: More than a bunch? 

Mitsuri: I love you more than a bunch. 💙💙

You: A bunch of stars. 🥹

Mitsuri: Is what I see when I look at you.

You: We’re delirious. 🥴

Mitsuri: Deliriously in love.

You: I think the sky is getting brighter. 🫣

Mitsuri: We should get some sleep.

You: I was trying to say that ten seconds ago.

Mitsuri: Let me take care of you. 🥺

You: Kanroji Mitsuri, I’ll let you do anything.

Mitsuri: You mean it?

You: I mean it. You’re the meaning.

Mitsuri: I feel like that was supposed to be super romantic, but I’m too tired to understand anything right now. 🤗

You: Same.

Mitsuri: For what it’s worth, you’re also the meaning. 💞

You: We are, The Meaning.

Mitsuri: The Meaning. 😃

You: Oh jeez, we really need to sleep. 😵‍💫

Mitsuri: C’mere, scoot your sleeping bag closer. Sleepy times! 😴💘

searching for pancakes ingredients; a cloudy Saturday

You: We’re out of milk. 😞

Shinobu: So make something else? 

You: You won’t go to the store with me? 🥺

Shinobu: With you? 🧐

You: I mean, I wasn’t going to make you fetch my milk alone. 😃

Shinobu: Surprising. 🙃

You: Hmpf. 😒

Shinobu: I would’ve done it. ☺️

You: Shinooobu, my loveliest love, could you go buy some milk for me? 🤗

Shinobu: You won’t go to the store with me? 🙃😉

You: Using my own words against me. ☹️

Shinobu: Absolutely. 😈

You: Are we going to go buy milk or not? 

Shinobu: Or not.

You: Shinobu! 😭

Shinobu: I retract my previous statement. 😅 Let’s go buy milk.

You: Yay! 😍🥳🥳🥳

Shinobu: Do we need anything else?

You: Sugar. 😋

Shinobu: Actually? 🤨

You: We always need sugar. 😋😋

Shinobu: Incorrect.

You: Booooo. 😭😭😭

Shinobu: You’re about to make pancakes. You don’t need candy too.

You: But-

Shinobu: There’s ice cream in the fridge. 🍦

You: WAIT. 😳

Shinobu: ???

You: Ice cream equals dairy equals if we melt it then we could use it as milk?! 🫨🤯

Shinobu: 🤔

You: 😶 Shinobu: I don’t think that’s quite right. 🤓

You: Wanna try?! 🧫🧪

Shinobu: … how about you stay here and try while I go out and buy the real deal. 😌

You: Okay! 😁

cuddling on the couch; a cozy winter evening

You: Would you love me if I farted?

Kyojuro: You fart all the time.

You: 😒

Kyojuro: And I obviously love you. ☺️

You: Good.

Kyojuro: What kind of man would I be if I did not love farting?

You: 😶

Kyojuro: Wait-

Kyojuro: That came out-

Kyojuro: You know what I meant. 😖

You: I love you so much. 😂💘

Kyojuro: I fart too. 🤗

You: I’m aware.

Kyojuro: What if I farted and blamed it on you? 👀

You: I would love you a little less. 

Kyojuro: Truly?

You: 🙃

Kyojuro: 😔

You: You would do that to me?! 😭

Kyojuro: … no! 🥴😃

in the bathroom; getting ready for bed

You: I have a headache. 🥺

Sanemi: You always have a headache.

You: Yeah, ‘cause I have you. 🤭 Ooh, burrrn, tssst. 🔥

Sanemi: 🙄

You: 😎

Sanemi: You’re the worst.

You: Says the worstest. 😉

Sanemi: Are you finished insulting me? 😒

You: Not even close. 😇

Sanemi: Well I’m finished being insulted. 🙃

You: Aww, is someone feeling… sul-ty? 🧂

Sanemi: 😃

Sanemi: Yes. 😐 Sul-tier than the sea. 😐

You: I love you! 🥰

Sanemi: I love you too.

You: Hehehe. 😌

Sanemi: Nobody actually says “hehehe”. 🤓

You: You’re stupid.

Sanemi: ???

You: Because I literally just said, hehehe. 😝

Sanemi: Go away. 😭

You: No.😁

Sanemi: Shoo. 

You: I refuse. 😁

Sanemi: 😭

You: 😁

Sanemi: You’re the worst-er-est. 😑

lying side by side on the bedroom rug; a lazy afternoon

You: We should go swimming. 🌊

Giyuu: It’s snowing outside. 🙃

You: We should go swimming! 🌊🌊

Giyuu: The nearest body of water isn’t within walking distance. 🤨

You: We should drive somewhere to go swimming! 🌊🌊🌊

Giyuu: You’ll freeze to death. 😔

You: We can bring hot rocks and heat the water first! 😁

Giyuu: Where are we getting the rocks from, and how are we getting them hot? 

You: The basement! 🤓

Giyuu: Furthermore, how will we transport rocks that are apparently hot enough to heat a body of water large enough for swimming without burning ourselves and our car? 🤔

You: With lots of love. 🥰

Giyuu: What do you actually want to do? 🙃

You: Go swimming? 🥺

Giyuu: … would you like me to prepare a bath for us? 

You: 👀

Giyuu: 👀

You: Sure! 😍 That’s a great idea. 🥳 Thanks babe! 

Giyuu: You’re so weird. 🥲

You: I looove yoouuu. 😘❤️

Giyuu: I love you too. 🥹

lounging around the living room; deciding on a movie to watch

Tengen: Fuck you. 😌

You: No, fuck you. 😒

Makio: Fuck you both. 🥴

Hina: Already have. 😎

Makio: ... you win. 🙃

Suma: Do I win too? 🥺

You: Sure. ☺️

Tengen: We’re all winners. 😃

Hina: I mean, technically, yes, but that isn’t the point. 😐

Tengen: Fuck. You. Too. 😞

Suma: I’m a winner! 🥰

You: Let’s pick something before Hina falls asleep. 🤭

Hina: Please. 😭

Makio: You always miss the middle. 😆

Hina: And then Suma wakes me up for the end with her snoring. 😴

Suma: Heyyyyy! ☹️

Tengen: I believe it was my turn to choose? 😎

You, Hina, Makio, and Suma: NO.

#hashira x reader #kamaboko #headcanons #modern au #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #zenitsu x reader #inosuke x reader #gyomei x reader #obanai x reader #tanjiro x reader #tanjirou x reader #mitsuri x reader #shinobu x reader #kyojuro x reader #sanemi x reader #tomioka x reader #tengen x reader

[graciegoeskrazy]

hi <3 can you do dad!matty and daughter!reader and shes dealing with her first heartbreak?

you’re all i need

Matty Healy + Teen!Daughter!reader (ft The 1975)

warnings: cheating, men, some language

a/n: HI! i’m back again. thank you to the LOVELY anon who requested this. I hope you enjoy! Also - ty to everyone who has sent a request! I promise you I will get to ALL of them as soon as i can. anywhoooo i like how this one turned out and i hope u like :)

The boys never heard the bus pulling up to the house. It wasn't until the front door slammed that they realized you were home. They were all in the kitchen talking when you arrived. Usually - especially if they're all home - you would run straight to all of them and talk and rant about your day. But this time it was noticeable that you were acting quite different.

“Hi, darling!” Your father yelled from the kitchen.

You gave a solemn, “Hey.” before running upstairs as quickly as possible, trying to not let them see your tear-stained face.

“You okay?” Adam asked.

You continued your trek upstairs, never once looking at them.

“Yeah just tired.”

That fact that you didn't run straight to them was a huge giveaway, but the slight crack in your voice set off an alarm in all of them.

They all exchanged looks. Some of worry, and some of confusion. Matty sighed before putting his drink down on the table.

“I’ll be right back he said.” And he made his way up to you.

…

Your biggest pet peeve in the entire world is when your dad didn't knock on your door. He learned his lesson several times and always made a point to knock ever since you yelled at him for it, but this time he just opened it without a knock or anything, afraid you might have been hiding something.

The door swung open and revealed you sitting on the other side of your bed, phone in hand, with tears threatening to spill out again.

You whipped away the tears as normally as you could, trying to not track any attention. “Hi.” He said, almost comically. You replied with a small “Hi.”

“How was school?” he said, starting to make his way into your room.

“Fine.” You quipped.

“Fine?”

You just nodded and let out a slight hm, trying to move this convo along as fast as possible.

He shook his head.

“Well, we both know that’s bull shit.”

You sighed and stood up to face him, ushering out the door. “Dad, I just don’t want to talk about it.” Tears fully falling out again. He put his hands on your shoulders urging you to sit on the bed.

“If you’re this hurt about it darling, I think we should.” You gave up and fell onto the bed, your face hiding in your pillows.” He slowly sat down next to you, asking “Is it about school?” while doing so.

“No.” You said the sound being muffled by your pillows.

“Friends?” He asked stroking your back, coaxing you to come out.

“No!” you yelled into the pillows.

“Issac?”

You didn’t respond, which let your dad too his answer.

“Ahhhh…jackpot.” He said.

You just sighed.

“Bad date?”

“No.”

“Lovers quarrel?”

“Not exactly.”

Matty didn't want to say what he was about to say but he had to make sure…

“Did you guys…do something you weren’t supposed to?”

“Dad!” You yelled while sitting up.

He put his hands up in defense. “I just have to make sure.”

You slumped against the headboard. “Come on, darling. You tell me everything! That shouldn't stop because of guy stuff. I am a guy! I can help you out.”

You just continued to cry. By now you were full on sobbing. It took your dad back. Whatever was happening, he now knew it was serious. You fell into him and sobbed into his shirt. “Woah, honey. What happened.”

“He cheated on me.” You managed to say during sobs.

“What?” Your father was completely shocked.

You sat up again before speaking. “A girl came up to me during lunch. She told me that she and Issac had been dating for a month. He told her that he broke up with me a while ago, but found out the truth from a friend and she felt bad so she wanted to tell me.” You let out a small sniffle.

“Oh, honey. Have you talked to him?” He asked.

“Yeah. At first, he was all defensive. He said that he could have any other girl he wanted but he chose to stay with me and that I should be thankful. He started yelling and when he finally admitted it I asked why and he said ‘Because at least she lets me fuck her.’ and stormed off.”

The door immediately opened revealing Ross storming inside, George tying to hold him back, and Adam, Carly, and Jamie all behind them still trying to process everything they’ve been hearing. “What?!” Ross said, almost breaking down the door.

“Really?!” Matty said.

“We were worried.” Ross shrugged.

“This ain’t your business mate, fuck off.”

This time, George chimed in. “She’s our niece and goddaughter. If she comes home sobbing her eyes out, we're gonna convey some worry.”

This was getting too much for you. You yelled very loudly, trying to get them to all stop. “Enough! Everyone out! Please I just want to be alone.”

Matty sighed and kissed the top of your head before heading out. “As you wish.” He said. He ushered the others to leave while silently yelling at Ross.

…

Matty was sitting on the couch watching some trash reality TV show when he decided it was time for him to head up to bed. It was pretty late, everyone had gone home well before, and he was ready to pass out. He hasn't spoken to you since when you came home, other than sending a small text asking if you wanted any food to which you did not reply. As he walked upstairs and past your room, he heard quiet sniffles coming behind your door. He opened the door slightly, and peaked his head through. “Baby?” he asked. He saw you curled up in bed with tears streaming down your face, with a vinyl playing silently in the corner of your room. “Oh, my love.” He said. Immediately sitting on the bed and scooping you up into his arms.

You were a fucking wreck. You couldn't get Issac out of your mind. You couldn't help but think that you were dumb enough to waste almost a year of your life on someone who ended up probably never caring about you. Your head was swerling with thought, and Matty caught you right in the nick of time.

You cried into his arms. “It hurts, Daddy.” You said.

He brushed your hair back and laid you back down on the bed, tucking you in and lying next to you. “Oh, my sweet girl.”

“Why was I so stupid?”

This is what Matty feared, that you would blame some prick's biggest mistake on yourself. “You are not stupid.” He said.

“Yes, I am. I’m a stupid girl who was convinced someone loved her.” You said, crying into his chest.

“Hey! For the last time, you are not stupid. You are the wisest, kindest, most beautiful, and charming soul I have ever laid my eyes upon. And some bloke named Issac is stupid and blind and couldn’t see the absolute gift he had in front of him.”

Your cries turned into quite sniffles. “This will pass. Eventually. I promise you.”

“How do you know? You’ve been cheated on before?”

He laughed a little. “No. I’m the one who did the cheating.”

You looked up at him. “What? Dad!”

“I know. I was an idiot who was not worthy of someone's love - someone who you will never know about -”

You rolled your eyes.

“So that’s how I know for sure that Issac is an idiot who didn't see the absolute gift he had in front of him because I was that same idiot.”

You stayed quiet, not entirely sure of what to say. Matty caught sight of something on your nightstand.

“Did you eat that whole gallon of ice cream?”

“I just got cheated on. Give me a fucking break.”

“I’m not judging.” He said, smiling.

“I thought that’s what you're supposed to do during a break up. Eat ice cream and listen to Taylor Swift non-stop.”

“That’s one way of doing it.”

“I can’t stop listening to ‘Death by a Thousand Cuts’”

“I don’t think that’s very healthy.”

You smiled. “What can I say, I’m obsessed with your ex-girlfriend.”

“Okay, that’s enough.” he said, getting out of bed.

He sat on the edge of the bed and tucked you in again. “You okay? For right now at least?”

“Yeah. You made it better.”

He smiled. You continued.

“And Taylor did too.”

“I’m leaving.” He said, turning away. You laughed hysterically.

“You fumbled the bag mate!”

“Goodnight!” he slammed the door, smiling.

…

When the next day rolled around you panicked when you realized you slept through your alarm. You checked your phone and saw a text from your dad that he had sent while you were asleep. “No school today. I turned your alarm off last night while you were sleeping. If you wake up be ready to leave by 11. I have to go into the studio today and I want you to come with me.”

You were quiet the entire car ride. Usually, you forced your dad to give you aux rights but this time you sat in sullum silence as you watched rural Londen pass you by. Your dad definitely noticed but he didn’t want to push you into a conversation. He knew you were very fragile at the moment and whenever you were uncomfortable you retreated to your little shell so to speak like you were doing now. He didn't want to ruin that, so he left you alone.

When you arrived at the studio you took a deep breath before getting out of the car. Your dad wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pressed a kiss to your head as you both walked in together. You were greeted with Ross who was sitting in one of the lounge chairs right by the door. All of them have been briefed by Matty. He sent a text saying, ‘Baby is coming w/ today. She’s still heartbroken. Try to make her less heartbroken. She’ll prob cry every 2 minutes so be prepared.’ Ross had his usual chipper attitude that he only ever showed when he was around you. “Hey! There’s our favorite girl!” he opened his arms wide awaiting a hug from you. You smiled a little bit and accepted it. “How’ve ya been?” he asked pulling away. “Very shitty.” You replied while wiping away a few tears that had escaped during the hug. “Yeah, getting your heart broken will do that to you.” You shrugged and smiled. George came up to you next, offering his drumsticks. “Feeling like hitting something?” You shrugged then replied, “Yeah actually.” he smiled. “Go for it.”

Once you were behind the other side of the glass getting a beat going, George spoke up. “So, when are we killing him?”

Adam laughed before adding, “We’re not killing a kid.”

“Why not? He broke our girl's heart.”

Ross chimed in too. “We have his address and phone number and an array of kitchen knives, I say we give it a go. Right, Matty?”

Your father was just watching you play, as always mesmerized by your talents at such a young age. “As much as it’s entertaining, y/n wouldn’t want it.”

Ross clicked his tongue. “Yeah, you’re right.”

Matty turned to the boys.

“We’ll just give him dirty looks every time we pick y/n up from school.”

#matty healy #matty healy x daughter!reader #matty healy x reader #matty the 1975 #matty x reader #x daughter!reader #the 1975

[st4rfckerz]

okay hi it’s the abandon my diss anon but i rlly drafted this in my head as a night time delusion and i can’t not say it now ive broken through my fear of sending a message but-

we’re talking stephen glass hayden but ofc nerdy anakin (bc i couldn’t stand stephen! had to watch the film on three separate occasions he reminds me of too many ‘nice guys’ from my sixth form days n i cringed)

but you’re very friendly in the office and he constantly makes excuses to come over to your desk to borrow random pieces of stationary and won you over with his cute smiles, and after a couple of weeks your coworker friends have placed bets on how long it would take either of you to ask each other out, even though you planned on it before, it feels far too mean to do it knowing people have money on it.

he’s always sweet and respectful, (but also looking down your blouse when he gets a chance bc he’s just a man and you’re hot) and one day you’ve come in without underwear, not thinking anyone would notice because it’s a decent length skirt, obvs ani is a perv and whenever he’s ogling you he takes note of the outline of your underwear in your skirt, trying to imagine the colour/style when he’s bored at his own desk.

you’re sat at your desk scrolling through emails, when he comes over after realising you’re commando, your lower body pointing towards him in your chair whilst mindlessly chatting back towards him facing your computer, he asks to borrow a pen, standard procedure, but drops it and as he picks it up he makes sure to try and look between your legs, realising he was right, he gets hard quicker than he thought he would and excuses himself.

realising you weren’t paying much attention to the conversation, you fear you said something wrong (we KNOW what a manipulative guy he is [moreso stephen coded here], any time you break eye contact to glance at your computer in previous convos he accuses you of not listening to him in a jokey way - he just wanted to keep staring at your face so that he can perfectly remember your hairstyle and makeup so when he goes home that night his wank has an up to date fantasy)

you follow after him towards a hallway of file rooms, getting closer to where he is you can hear him whimpering and making small breathy sounds, you slowly open the door to not burst in on him potentially crying but instead you see him with his head leant back, chest heaving whilst he strokes himself, with the door open you hear him saying your name under his breath. feeling a little like you completely invaded his privacy (mostly horny though) you gently let the door close and walk back through the corridor, before you hear him gently say your name a lot louder than you were expecting, turning around you see him stood there with a panicked expression, you walk over to apologise profusely and to explain why you even walked over in the first place but he interrupts you by asking if you heard anything, when you lowly answer that you did, he pulls you into the room he was previously in, expecting him to start apologising and panicking but instead he lowers himself onto his knees staring at you with those eyes

‘please. please let me taste you’

as you nod in confirmation his hand slides slowly up your leg making contact with you being a dripping mess from what you’d seen, he replies with that same sweet smile

‘oh, and to think i didn’t know if you liked me’

,,,,

this was SO long and my first time writing anything like that so sorry if it’s shite! also ranging anxiety bc it’s almost 3am where im from so i’ll be asleep if this is seen and my heart is doing overtime

oh my god, writing smut might be your thing babe DO IT

"his hand slides slowly up your leg making contact with you being a dripping mess from what you’d seen" my stomach did the thing anon.

#this is your calling #join us 🙏 #nai answers! #anakin skywalker smut #st4rfckerz

[growup-thatbeautiful]

hi! i absolutely adore your writing. could you you write a fic for timothee based on finneas’ new song “mona lisa, mona lisa?” it’s so cute and i think it could be perfect!

awww, thank you so much! i would love to <333 i did some morning fluff and cute convos for you

warnings: cursing, some bad self-thoughts, light kissing and touching

word count: 1.5k (also i’m sorry this took a while, i was writing my entry for harringrove week at the same time!)

mona lisa, mona lisa - timothee chalamet x reader

“You should be in a painting.” Timothee says one morning, pulling you from your contemplation of the popcorn ceiling. He always tells you afterwards, when you’ve zoned off like this, that you look like you’re figuring out the whole universe, glassy eyes reflecting the stars.

His words make you laugh, though. It’s definitely a compliment you’ve never gotten before, and also not one you’re sure you deserve.

But he must think it’s worth defending, because he sits up straighter against the headboard of your bed and protests your laugh. “Come on, I’m being serious. Something with soft edges and grey skies that color your eyes brightly. It would be the main attraction wherever they put it, the other paintings dull in comparison to you, however you’re displayed.”

“Okay, and who do you suggest paints this? Got any ideas?” you tease, rolling over to look at him, your head braced on your “I think Van Gogh might be taking commissions, if you want to ask him.”

“You’ll see, I’ll find just the right person for you. Maybe they won’t be able to capture everything about you perfectly, but they can try.” Timothee captures your hand from where it was resting on the sheets and brings it up to his mouth, kissing your knuckles gently.

“You’re just the right person for me,” you cheekily reply. “And if you ever give me a painting of myself for anything it’s going straight into the trash.” Your voice stays just as sweet and you mirror his earlier actions, kissing him on the back of his hand.

“Harsh. Message received,” he laughs. You sit in comfortable silence, falling against him, going lax on his shoulder. He takes the weight easily, wrapping an arm around you and kissing the crown of your head. There’s a thrall to being in his presence, an easy, lovely, atmosphere.

“What are you thinking about?” Timothee questions, running his fingers up your arm and tapping your forehead. “What’s going on in the scary brain of yours?“

“Huh? Oh, nothing.”

Timothee snorts his laughter, a sound that bubbles from his chest and explodes outwards. “No fuckin’ way there’s not a million thoughts in your head. Come on, share the fun.”

“It’s hardly any fun,” you start. “But it’s just- I don’t know. It seems like this can’t be real. No one gets fairytale romances like this in real life, but here we are. It’s like I’m waiting for a ball to drop, for a raindrop to fall out of the sky and ruin the sunshine.”

“You think something’s going to go wrong?” he asks, hurt evident in his voice.

You bring your hands up to your face and groan into them, banging your head back against the wall. “That’s not what I wanted to say- not what I was trying to say. But from what everyone else says, there’s supposed to be unhappy, rainy times.

“Since when do we listen to everyone else? And, baby, you love the rain because that means you’re get to spend the whole day inside and watch movies. When rain comes, we’re going to embrace it.”

“How are you so chill about things that make me want to cry? It’s unfair,” you complain.

Timothee scoffs and waves the thought away with his hand. “I’m not as nonchalant as you think. And despite the fact that we don’t fight much, we still have hard times. You think it’s easy to work my schedule around the fact that I can go weeks without seeing you? You think I planned that when I fell hopelessly in love with you? Baby, it’s not like this is easy for us, so if you’re thinking I’m not all in, you’re way off your mark. Amour de ma vie, there’s nothing l between us that I would change, especially how much I love you and the way that I love you.”

“Really?” you ask, lifting your head up to look at him. When that isn’t enough, you move yourself to sit cross-legged facing him, close enough for an important conversation. The light of the room is rose tinted, making his hair gleam golden and inky black.

“Yeah, of course. The moment I saw you, I knew you would be the ruin of me,” he groans into his hands, curls falling into his face. You just laugh and brush them aside gently, knowing it’s a pointless task that you’ll keep indulging yourself with as long as he lets you. “I didn’t even know your name, just knew that you were a friend of a friend. Then I stuttered out my first hello, and you lit up so prettily when I called you beautiful. I could almost feel the red beneath your cheeks, almost as flustered as I was. You let me drive you home under the streetlights, the bar’s music fading away to the sound of your laughter, a beautiful, ringing sound. Shit, what a laugh. It didn’t even matter to me that I had to wait for you to respond to my text, I only wanted to know what you had to say about anything, even if it was to fuck off.” His reminiscing puts your heart at ease. It isn’t an answer to your worries, and it tells you nothing about the future. But it’s so sweet and so him, that it dispenses your worries like the sun draws away morning mist.

“So me playing hard to get the first week was completely unnecessary?” you ask. “I could have answered your text the moment I wanted to instead of waiting and not wasted all those hours worrying I was fucking it up? Damn, that’s disappointing.”

“All that trouble just for me?” he teases. “Baby, I’m flattered.”

“You shouldn’t be. I’m sure no one ever tells you, but you’re hot shit, Chalamet. I’m sure anyone at the bar would result to the same tactics that I did, if not worse. Be happy you got out without a marriage license,” you joke, even though there’s a fair amount of truth behind the words. You know the way people look at him, the way people look at you with him. He’s apparently the one one oblivious to questioning it.

“Thank goodness I was only looking at you, though. I’m the luckiest man in the world, to have someone like you next to me, faithfully by my side. Je ne peux pas vivre sans tou. It’s like you’ve taken over my whole chain of reactions. I do one thing, and it makes me think of you. You are wonderfully and completely overwhelming towards, my own personal soleil.” Timothee hauls you closer to him, holding you close to him, practically in his lap. The sheets are long since thrown to the end of the bed, bunched up in a puddle. You can’t help but lean in and kiss him, hands goin to cup his face. You think, after all this time, he would be used to you not being able to resist that look of his, open and honest.

“Timothee,” you breathe into his mouth. “Baby, fuck, what did I do to deserve you? You’re there for me when no one else is, when I’m falling asleep and can barely remember that I’m supposed to be on a call with you. You’re there in the mornings I have when I can’t make myself get out of bed and the other mornings when I just want to fight everyone. You’re patient and so so kind, more than anyone deserves. Everything about you is strikingly brilliant, and the time that I get with you, be it limited or forever, I will cherish.”

“Angel,” he whispers, wrapping his arms around your waist and tugging you closer. “I am á toi, pour toujour. Yours, forever, signed with an x on the line.”

“And a heart-dotted ‘i’?” you ask, leaning your forehead against his.

“And a heart-dotted ‘i’,” Timothee confirms. “My very own Mona Lisa, right here. Priceless, flawless, and with lots of hidden mystery. Just the way I like you.”

“Maybe someone will write a critically acclaimed novel about how how to figure me out. That would be incredibly helpful to me,” you wonder, curling into him.

“I’ll start writing tomorrow,” he promises. “A code to understanding the sun of my life.”

“Good title,” you hum. “I’ll write the switched perspective sequel called the boy that the world loves.”

“That’s a tad dramatic, but I’ll take it.”

“It’s gonna be a fucking masterpiece, so you better,” you say, smiling into his shoulder. It’s morning, you should get out of bed. You should start the day, go through the motions of the morning. Make a cup of coffee for yourself and Timothee, figure out your schedule for the rest of the day. You know Timothee has an interview later and you have some writing to catch up on.

But with the way the morning is going, you don’t think that’s going to happen. You think you’re going to stay here for a while, tangled in his arms, listening to his pretty words. It’s better than anything else you can think of possibly doing.

“Can we stay like this forever?” you ask, wrapping around him tighter. His hands come up to your waist, sliding underneath your shirt to grab your hips.

“Sure,” he agrees easily. “Fuck everything else. I’m yours for the day, mona lisa.”

#i haven’t written for him in forever!! so happy you sent the request #timothee chalamet x reader #timothee chalamet #timothee chalamet fluff #timothee chalamet fic #timothee chalamet fanfic #timothee chalamet fanfiction #timothee x reader #timothee x you #timothee chalamet x you #timothee #hal chal #lol my favorite tag to describe him #fucking hal chal #timmy chalamet #timmy

[linzsaw]

My Monthly Favs What’s in my cup:

Every morning I drink iced coffee made from my one & only Nespresso machine. The past few months I can’t get enough of the double espresso blend, and then I add a bit of whole milk (happy cows only) and sweet cream. I can’t find anything better from Starbucks or anywhere else. Sometimes if I’m craving a hot drink, I’ll head to Dutch Bros for a hot Carmelizer and it is totally worth the cringy 9 minute forced convo with the DB crew. I also start my day with electrolytes, currently in the watermelon flavor. It’s surprisingly really delicious but I miss the Electrolyte Synergy blend that I was drinking for a long time, which has been sold out for almost a year now. :’)

What’s on my plate:

Dinner lately has been the laziest in America. After our trip, Drew & I either have the same ole chicken, rice and veggies, a spicy “mexican bowl” or some form of pasta, usually with Raos Arriabatta sauce. This week we’ve been stuffing our faces with Trader Joe’s frozen meals. We promise to be better next month, but we are really exhausted and the last thing we feel like planning are meals. However, for the last week of December we actually have some things planned for the holiday weekend. On Friday, we’re hitting up the town as we do every year to walk around and see the lights, and find festive little bars to try out new Christmas cocktails. We plan to spend Christmas with just the two of us. For Christmas Eve we are making our annual corn beef, cabbage and carrots because apparently we are super Irish (confirmed by 23&me which btw leaked all my genes to hackers). On Christmas we are having tri-tip, garlic & butter brussel sprouts, and mashed potatoes. The Christmas cookies we’re making this year include White Chocolate Cherry Shortbread cookies, Peanut Butter Blossoms, & Holly Leaves. Okay and now that I’ve told you all that, the Christmas cocktails we decided on this year are The Mistletoe Kiss (a vodka, soda water, rosemary & cranberry drank) and Bad Santa White Russians. I also heard that Moon X Pinot Noir from Trader Joes was really good and lately the Redvolution just isn’t doing it for me.  Let me know if you want any of these recipes, ladies. I will make sure to find GF, DF, and V options. 

What’s on my bookshelf:

I’ve finished two of the Colleen Hoover books, and now I’m reading another one of hers called Verity. It’s kinda depressing but that’s kinda the vibe as of late so I’m into it. 

What’s in my playlist:

We love the Sia Christmas album. It’s so fun and happy. Believe it or not, Andy introduced me to it lol. It’s so good!! Other songs I’ve been into are I remember everything by Zach Bryan and Kacey Musgraves. It reminds me of a family member rn which is very depressing to me. Fun to cry to. Bubble - STAYC, Surround Sound - JID 21 Savage, Baby Tate, Adora Hills - Doja Cat. 

What I’m up to:

Making our house into a winter wonderland of lights. Watching hella hallmark movies. Being seriously lazy, not working out or eating healthy. Walks with Snoop around the park. Mandala scratch off nightscapes. Reading at 3am when I was jetlagged. I had a sleep study this month too, no sleep apnea for me, back to mouth taping! It really does help with quality of sleep for me. You should try it! Also magnesium spray on my feet (shout out to Aly). This has helped with my restless leg syndrome that we’ve all experienced. This weekend, we’re making all our foods and cocktails, going downtown, driving around with hot choc to look at lights, and heading up to Rocky Mountain to hike a bunch of mountains. 

Skincare Saviors:

My skin gets so dry in Colorado, its TERRIBLE. And now that I’m saving for a house, I had to break up with my amazing esthetician, who by the way I stole this template from. I’m obsessed with Dermlogica thanks to her. I use a miscellar water if I wore any make-up. If not, I just double clease with my face wash. In the AM I’ll use my Rosehip Triple C+E Firming  Oil, followed by COSRX snail mucin essence, and a magical mix of calm water gel and intensive moisture balance. 

Love you long time,

Li

[27emailsicantsend]

What are your theories for the next episode? That doesn't include l34ks please haha. Mine: 1) There is going to be a slow dance at some point and someone is going to sing Crazier from Hannah Montana. 2) The little women prophecy has changed me LOL nah but maybe a little reference: R is sad and someone asks him why and he says "I just can't believe summer is over" (in lw is childhood) 3) Ricky confession at the end of the ep and rina fight finger crossed I want angst. 4) PW breakup from EJ side.

Ok so I literally only know of two ACTUAL leaks, everything else in my mind is hypothetical, so just know anything I state here I am not sure will actually happen. I’ll keep the leaks I’ve seen out of it :) (everything else is either coming from promos or my own big brain)

I love your prediction though! Thank you so much for sharing! :) it is so fun hypothesizing what is going to happen and I definitely think you’ve got a couple that have a lot of potential to happen.

I stated in an ask about 3 before this one (so go to my page if you’d like to see more because it was a wee bit of a long response 😅) that I believe P*W is bones by the end of this season. TL;DR: the fireworks were a metaphor for the chemistry being gone. If the chemistry is gone, there is no excuse, no apology, anything that will redeem a ship. That is something that can’t be contrived or created out of thin air. It has to be natural. I think it’ll probably be more from Gina’s side, but I don’t think EJ will fight it that much.

I am going to make a little trilogy for Prom night because I think there will be 3 key features after Portwell breaks up. First, I think Ricky is going to try and get that tape one last time. But this time he will be asked why it is SO important gina doesn’t see the tape. That’s when the chocolate truthers (unfortunately I am one) win. Because that is when we get the flashback of him bringing the chocolates but denied doing it because he was in a relationship and knew it would look bad after their convo about big gestures. He’s actually told yes. If he wants the part cut out, he can have it. He just needs to say the word.

Second, from Promos we know Jojo Siwa is going to be there. I think she is going to be Maddison. I agree with a lot of people on tumblr that Ricky’s “big plan” is to bring her back to heal Jet and Maddox’s relationship. I think Gina will see them and wonder why Maddox has a date but EJ said they couldn’t (because she’s been there just as long). We’ll get some sad Gina for a sec as she scans the room. Then it could go one of two ways 1) they have a projector or 2) there are some fireworks that didn’t get lit off the night before. Gina is going to see Ricky looking at his bucket list and then look up and make eye contact with her across the room. As SOON as they make eye contact someone will either push a button or light the fireworks and that’s how she’ll know.

And third, I think when Ricky is looking at his bucket list (before eye contact with Gina) he sees “do something that scares him” as the last item to get marked off. He looks up to see her while also being sad boy hours because he can’t finish it. Then he notices that Gina is not only looking at him but she’s crying. He walks over and asks if she’s ok. She tells him that she and EJ broke up and that she is really scared about where to go from there. The word “scared” makes him perk up. Last scene of episode 8, we see the kids all gathered around watching the doc, and Gina sees the part where Ricky confesses (because he decided to leave the part in). You see her look at the screen, then turn around and look at him, he nods to her like he’s saying “yes”, she turns back around and we can’t really read the emotion on her face besides shock and confusion. We then see Ricky cross off the last item on his bucket list. Credits role. (There is something else that COULD happen here but it might have been a leak so I won’t say it, but it would possibly change the timing of when this scene would come on the show).

I think we will see Ashlyn tell Maddox her discovery with Val and a cute “told you so” moment from Maddox. And then an “oh crap what about big red” from Ashlyn

I also think we won’t see any of the actual play of frozen

I think we will see Ricky talk about how loved he feels on his birthday from his friends (+ some emphasis about how he hasn’t felt that way in awhile… hinting to his parents separation)

I think Kourt is going to have an anxiety attack (not sure whether it’s over being the lead or setting up prom or what) and EJ will see her panicking. They will talk about the anxiety and stress they feel

I think we might see a sweet jetney moment where they are standing next to each other and he says she looks nice and they both have these awkward smiles

And I think that’s about it for now :) very, very excited for this finale. The writing this season has been phenomenal so I really trust these next two episodes

#HSMTMTS #high school musical the musical the series #rina #gina porter #ricky bowen #Ricky x gina #predictions #season 3 #asks #send me asks

[punkscowardschampions]

Jimmy & Janis & Casey Pt.1

Jimmy: [Not immediately after that convo, more like later when Bobby has gone to bed and is therefore out of the way]

Jimmy: What did you say to Bobby?

Janis: Nothing

Janis: just why it’s only you and him right now

Jimmy: We said we’d sit them both down together

Janis: He asked me, I couldn’t just ignore his messages

Jimmy: I’d have rather that than whatever the nowt you reckon you said, which he’s been crying about since

Janis: for fuck’s sake

Janis: he just thinks I can come back and everything will go back to how it was before, that’s all

Jimmy: I don’t wanna hear it, you’re not to talk to him unless it’s with me from now on, I obviously can’t trust you to on your own

Janis: Whatever, I don’t want to speak to him

Jimmy: that’s alright then, chuffed to finally be on the same page about something

Janis: soz you’re stuck with him, that’s how you wanted it

Jimmy: You can leave it out soz-ing me, I’m not taking the piss and nor should you be

Janis: I’m not, he’s a nightmare

Jimmy: he’s a scared kid 

Janis: He isn’t a kid

Jimmy: Bollocks, he’s the same age we were, kids

Jimmy: and I’m all he’s got now, that’d give anybody nightmares nevermind turn them into one

Janis: Well I’ve got the message, if I had a pressing urge to be annoyed the fuck out of, I’ll talk to someone else

Jimmy: 👍

Janis: That it?

Jimmy: You said it, you’ve got the message, long as you have, there’s no need for you to be annoyed by me an’ all

Janis: I don’t give a fuck about your brother, alright

Janis: he started the conversation, not me

Jimmy: I’ve got no interest in keeping this conversation going if that’s what you’ve got to say

Janis: Not as if it makes a change

Janis: haven’t had one that isn’t about him in years

Jimmy: I’m sorry I don’t fancy having one about the brother you do care about

Janis: If that’s all we have to talk about

Jimmy: We’re not talking, you’re having a go at our kid for being gutted everything’s in the state it is

Janis: we all are, he ain’t special for it

Jimmy: I never said he is

Jimmy: I’m saying have some compassion if nowt else

Janis: This hasn’t happened to him

Jimmy: How hasn’t it? We’re his family

Jimmy: he’s not done owt wrong, more like, it’s us 3 who have

Janis: You treat him like a baby and he acts like one because of it

Jimmy: No I don’t and no he don’t, he’s got a right to be upset

Janis: Then he can do it on his own time and not drag me into it so you can have a go

Jimmy: and you can do this bollocks on your own time and leave us all out of it

Janis: yeah I missed the part where I asked to talk to him

Janis: oh wait, I didn’t and I’m not going to

Jimmy: I’m not talking to you if you’re gonna be like this

Janis: I’m sure it suits you better when I’m begging you to get out of fucking bed and do anything

Jimmy: yeah, alright, throw that back in my face now you’ve done having a go at how he’s coping

Janis: You’re fucking obsessed with him, stop bringing him up like I’m going to care

Jimmy: stop pretending you don’t and I might not bother bringing him up

Janis: convincing yourself I do isn’t going to change anything

Jimmy: nor is this performance of yours

Janis: How I cope is a performance 

Janis: but your brother throwing a strop is so serious

Janis: I hope he cries more, fuck you both

Jimmy: It’s you throwing a strop, grow the fuck up, Janis

Janis: really, you reckon you have a leg to stand on there

Jimmy: No, but from where I’m standing, you’re being a massive twat to the wrong person, if you wanna have a go at me, crack on

Jimmy: What do I care? It can’t be no worse, I don’t have the hope he has

Janis: Why would I bother?

Janis: You’re as useless as each other

Jimmy: Don’t bother then

Janis: why do you think I fucking left

Janis: are you happy

Jimmy: What kind of question is that?

Janis: just start proceedings, I’ll sign whatever

Jimmy: Do it yourself, ain’t me who fancies being single to move on

Janis: You have to, adultery, unreasonable behaviour and desertion, 3 out of 5

Jimmy: you heard, can have the last 2 off us yourself any road to get the boxes ticked

Janis: be about right

Jimmy: I’ll stop being useless long enough to sign them

Janis: no because I have to wait 2 years if you won’t do anything so you’re still a useless bastard, thanks

Jimmy: good, maybe you’ll have calmed yourself down by then enough to actually talk to me properly

Janis: oh now you want to I’ve got to fucking jump

Janis: where the fuck have you been

Jimmy: What, ‘cause it’s only meant to work the other way ‘round, is it?

Jimmy: I snap out of it when you say so, ‘cause you say sorry, or whatever the fuck

Janis: There’s fuck all to say

Jimmy: You’re having a baby, are we gonna wait 2 years to sort that an’ all?

Janis: you remembered this time, yeah, well done

Jimmy: I can’t forget no more than you can do

Janis: I can do it on my own, you don’t need to worry

Jimmy: it could be my kid, ‘course I do, and you’ll only do it on your own if you stop me being a dad to it, and I’ll see you in court for that as well as

Janis: and why wouldn’t I do that

Jimmy: that’s up to you, no need to give us the rest of your list of my cons, like

Jimmy: I know myself what they are

Janis: You don’t know me at all

Jimmy: 🤞 in 2 years I won’t, as that’s what you want

Janis: you’ve never cared what I wanted

Jimmy: Tell yourself that if it makes this less of a headfuck for you, my dear

Janis: Shut up

Jimmy: alright

Janis: you got it all wrong

Jimmy: I know I did

Janis: fuck you for real

Jimmy: fucking up at giving you what you wanted is different than never caring but 

Jimmy: okay

Janis: still, we’re here all the same

Jimmy: Yeah, we are

Jimmy: and I can’t never be sorry enough or do enough else to undo it

Janis: What did you say? Chuffed to be on the same page, something like that

Jimmy: something like that

Janis: ‘cos everyone is gutted but me

Jimmy: I still know you better than that

Jimmy: soz, weren’t that what you said

Janis: so don’t treat me like a prick

Janis: like I’d stop you seeing the kid, if it happens

Jimmy: It’s you trying to cut all ties as fast as you can

Janis: and look, you’re talking already

Jimmy: right, I’m cured

Janis: you can’t say it weren’t for the best

Jimmy: I can’t say that, and won’t, ‘cause it’s bollocks

Jimmy: just like you pretending you want nowt to do with Bobby or me or that I’ll be down the solicitors in the morning

Janis: you should be

Jimmy: You said it, loads I should’ve done I didn’t

Jimmy: why bother changing the habit of a lifetime as far as getting it all wrong, too late now

Janis: You need to hate me and you need to let go

Jimmy: I need nowt of the sort

Janis: Jimmy

Jimmy: Hating him is already killing me, trying to, needing to chuck him out

Janis: why can’t you focus your energy on trying with him, talking to him

Janis: he has no one, I do

Jimmy: You love each other, what am I meant to try to do?

Jimmy: go on, tell me

Janis: I will leave you all alone if you promise you’ll try

Jimmy: What kind of lose lose situation is that?

Janis: you have to care about him more than me

Jimmy: You care about him more than me so you see the good, I see that he hurt that lass he was with, that he never thought twice about doing what he did to this family

Janis: so he deserves to be alone?

Jimmy: so he deserves to be welcomed back with open arms?

Janis: I’m not saying that but you know he’s gone to your dad’s, who is that good for

Janis: not him, no one

Jimmy: It’s not good for Bobby or me to have him here, he keeps on to be treated like an adult, these are the consequences when you are

Janis: I think you’re going to regret it

Jimmy: I regret loads of things, it ain’t exactly top of the pile at the minute, but when I’ve had a bit of time to think about it, might be you’ll be right

Janis: there’s time to fix this

Jimmy: there’s no fixing none of it

Janis: you aren’t going to let him say anything

Jimmy: He’s gone to Ian’s rather than, ‘cause he knows there’s sod all he can say, or do

Jimmy: I can’t just tell him it’s alright when it’s so far from

Jimmy: and I can’t go there, I can barely be here

Janis: he’s gone because he knows you

Jimmy: I can’t do it

Janis: alright

Jimmy: it’s not, he can’t be there, I can’t just leave him there either 

Janis: I can ask around, who needs a housemate, but I can’t guarantee he’d come back, if you asked, I think he would

Janis: I can sort the rest just do that, yeah

Jimmy: Okay, I’ll try

Jimmy: but what if I make it worse?

Janis: all you have to do is tell him where to go, nothing else if you can’t

Janis: it’ll just mean more coming from you than me, enough that he should leave Ian’s

Jimmy: He’s not going to tell me if he’s hurt, he might tell you

Janis: alright, I’ll do that part, I’ll try

Jimmy: he can come back here if he is, least until he’s not

Janis: okay

Janis: I’m sorry Bobby got upset, but I didn’t actually just say nothing, the truth was in there somewhere

Jimmy: Whatever you’d have said, he’s upset you’ve gone

Jimmy: he don’t remember Debbie doing it and he were nowt but relieved when Ian did, this is the first time he’s lost someone he’s bothered about

Janis: I’ve not gone, I’m not dead or as good as

Jimmy: Alright, *that things have gone wrong

Jimmy: he’s used to having us both about and you’re not gonna be and I’m as good as not myself

Janis: yeah

Jimmy: knowing Casey ain’t at Ian’s will be a start, even if he don’t really want him here

Janis: no one wants him there

Jimmy: Whatever he’s done, the last thing I want, that

Jimmy: I weren’t thinking when I told him to piss off, that’s on me and if he’s hurt, that’s my fault

Janis: no one was expecting you to be dealing with it any better

Janis: none of us have

Janis: he isn’t scared of Ian, he’ll be okay

Jimmy: it ain’t about that, he’ll let Ian hurt him ‘cause he reckons that’s what he deserves, provoke him til he does, he don’t go there for no other reason

Janis: I know that

Janis: so we’ll get him back

Jimmy: if it’s not too late

Jimmy: I might have to go and fetch him, depends how bad it’s got

Janis: Don’t panic, just message him now

Janis: he can stay with my brother

Jimmy: I have done, and he’s got another minute to answer or I’m going

Janis: I will drive you, you can’t go on your own

Jimmy: It’s my fault, I’ll sort it out

Janis: you just told me you can’t be there

Janis: and you aren’t driving like this

Jimmy: He can’t be there neither, I said an’ all, and if he can’t get out on his own, I’ll carry him out

Jimmy: nowt else matters

Janis: Please let me drive you, I won’t say nothing and I won’t get involved or go in, you can do all that

Jimmy: You’re not coming, I can’t be a car with you and him

Janis: then I’ll pay for a cab, you aren’t driving

Jimmy: it’s not far, I’ll manage

Janis: no, car is on it’s way, don’t argue

Jimmy: if you don’t hear owt from us and it’s been long enough to get there and back, you can help then

Janis: you won’t be able to stop me

Jimmy: like you can’t make me sit and wait for a car I don’t need

Jimmy: in a bit

Janis: for fuck’s sake

Jimmy: Just trust me, for old time’s sake

Jimmy: one last time

Janis: I can’t stop you, like you said

Jimmy: [actually do go on this rescue mission sir]

Janis: [we’re fine, not like we think you’re going to zone out and die before you even get there]

Jimmy: [we’re all thinking that, but I also get why you wanna do this by yourself, boy, unwise as it may be, at least I won’t actually let you crash and die, Casey is gonna be hurt enough, we all know]

Janis: [I’ll message you when we deem it’s been enough time but we’re probably a bit early ‘cos duh]

Janis: what happened, are you okay

Jimmy: [soz to keep you waiting but he do need to focus on driving so please don’t reply until you’re back]

Jimmy: I’ve got him home

Jimmy: I can’t get him upstairs so you’re not gonna be after the settee in the divorce

Janis: Thank God

Janis: did you have to speak to Ian

Jimmy: Yeah

Janis: of course he didn’t have the decency to be passed out 

Jimmy: he were pissed enough to miss the swing he took at me, that’ll do

Janis: good

Janis: and you know what to do with Casey, you’ve done it hundreds of times before, yeah

Jimmy: I dunno if he’ll let me but

Jimmy: he might have the decency to pass out any road

Janis: he has no choice in the matter, neither do you

Jimmy: no, sounds about right, that

Janis: I’ll let you focus

Janis: I was just checking

Jimmy: I told you I don’t hate you, I’d have let you know, were just about to, near enough

Janis: fat lot of good if you’d have crashed and died

Jimmy: you’re alright, not had chance to write you out the will

Janis: not funny

Jimmy: not joking, everybody’d be better off

Janis: shut the fuck up

Jimmy: Will do, you said it, I’ve gotta get on here

Janis: don’t fucking say that

Jimmy: I’ve got no time to have a debate with you

Janis: it’s not a debate it’s bullshit and you’re not allowed to say it

Jimmy: I can say what I like, so can you and Case, even Ian can chime in since he’s been in earshot tonight

Janis: you can’t

Jimmy: [just do your nursing, boy, or as much as your brother will let you in the state he’s in]

Janis: if you die I die

Jimmy: [however much later it is after you’re done doing that]

Jimmy: I’m going to bed, copy me at that

Janis: did you eat your [whatever Bobby said he was making]

Jimmy: Our kid did, Case can have mine if he wants, when he gets up

Janis: have some breakfast tomorrow 

Jimmy: what for, I’m not off to work

Janis: because humans need food

Jimmy: I’ve lost my appetite, tah

Janis: ugh

Jimmy: night

Janis: bye then

Jimmy: I’ll let you know how he is tomorrow, unless gets his own update in first

Janis: he won’t, I said I’d leave you all alone

Jimmy: I’ll make sure I remember to tell you then

Janis: thank you

Jimmy: he can’t run away nowhere else, how he’s been left, even if I don’t get up in time for breakfast

Janis: he didn’t choose to go there

Janis: I should’ve made sure he had somewhere else to be

Jimmy: I know why he went there and who should’ve done what

Janis: he wasn’t running away, that’s all

Jimmy: my piss poor choice of words, that’s all 

Jimmy: he’ll still be here for ages yet, were what I meant

Janis: he knew what would happen, it’s what he needed to do, he’d probably have done it regardless of you kicking him out

Jimmy: I know, he’s my brother, I don’t need telling how his head works

Janis: taking all the blame is how yours works

Jimmy: tah, dr, but I know what I’m like an’ all

Janis: I was just saying it wasn’t all about you

Jimmy: there’s no need for you to say

Janis: fine

Jimmy: [actually go to bed even though we know you won’t sleep and give her whatever matter of fact report you are about Casey’s injuries and how he is at some point in the AM, god knows what happened and how he got hurt but we all know it was horrible so]

Janis: If you think of anything you need, let me know, okay

Jimmy: 👌

Janis: 👍

Jimmy: [realistically you would not keep this convo going since you have too many emotions and actual things to do so]

Janis: [RIP this chat lol]

Jimmy: [give her another Casey update later in the day/the evening, you can do that at least because he’d be v uncooperative and thus in a bad way more so than he would be if he was a better patient and Jimothy would be worried lowkey]

Janis: He’s just going to be making it worse, what have you said to him?

Jimmy: I’m not having a go if that’s what you mean

Janis: no, it isn’t

Janis: I mean have you told him to stop being an idiot and let you help him

Jimmy: ‘course I have, I’m not thick, but it don’t change the fact he won’t let me nowhere near him now he’s proper awake

Janis: it’s not you that’s being the problem

Janis: threaten him with the doctors, worked for you

Jimmy: I have, he said go on then

Jimmy: he knows it’s nowt but a threat unless I ring an ambulance, no chance I’m getting him back in the car on my own

Janis: he doesn’t want to owe you when he already couldn’t pay you back

Janis: tell him you just wanna continue being the better person, I don’t know

Jimmy: He’s not listening to a word I say, why would he when he can just chuck tablets and bandages and whatever else back at me

Janis: do you want me to talk to him or not

Jimmy: you said it, he’s making it worse

Janis: then I will, just about this so he stops being a dickhead and gets sorted and then he can go

Jimmy: I can’t stop you talking to him about whatever you want

Janis: and you know no reason to trust me so, I don’t know why I bothered saying it

Jimmy: Do what you’ve gotta do, I’ve tried and I’m not helping him

Janis: you got him out, that’s the biggest thing

Jimmy: it means sod all if he’s gonna lie there doing nowt but bleeding on the sofa cushions

Jimmy: he could have injuries I’ve got no clue about ‘cause he won’t let me have a look

Janis: I’ll make him

Janis: and pay for an industrial cleaner when it’s all done

Jimmy: keep your money, girl, I’ve never liked it

Janis: I was just thinking about the kids not wanting to get cross-contaminated but fair 

Jimmy: I’ll buy them pair some beanbags, least I can do

Janis: they’ll be alright

Jimmy: this ain’t the time, chat to Casey

Janis: 👌

Janis: [may as well in this convo as well]

Janis: How was Ian then?

Casey: On top form, like

Casey: sends his best

Janis: how long did it take you to get him to smack you this time 

Casey: I don’t remember, felt like a new record

Janis: Really at his best if your heads still scrambled

Casey: he can have it, no need to take nothing away from him ‘cause of how off my face I was when I got there

Janis: We know he needs all the handicaps he can get, and no bigger excuse

Casey: yeah, and you get a medal for going on about how badly trained the dog is, been proved right there, he did sod all to get stuck in and give us a hand

Janis: wouldn’t have given him us if she reckoned you wanted to train him on blood

Janis: is he alright

Casey: she would, she’d give me anything I wanted, same as any other lass over the age of 35

Janis: so his missus was her usual welcoming self, yeah

Casey: her, her daughters, it was a laugh til Jim pissed all over everybody’s good time

Casey: typical him

Janis: yeah well, guess he’s got the right now

Casey: what did you bother sending him for

Janis: I didn’t

Janis: if I’d have had a say, he’d at least have turned up in a cab for you to ruin

Casey: bollocks, mate

Casey: he don’t blink unless you tell him to

Janis: [send him enough relevant convo like nope, it’s true]

Janis: dunno what to tell you, mate

Casey: yeah, ‘cause this my first experience with lasses and screenshots

Janis: I’ve not got the time to be faking them for such a shit prize

Casey: oh right, if you’re so busy, piss off and don’t let us keep you

Janis: you know what I meant

Janis: and you’d be less moody if you was taking care of yourself properly

Casey: 🖕 how’s that for the moody 12 year old you’re trying to treat us like

Janis: am I though

Casey: crack on with your own day, love

Casey: go patronise an actual kid

Janis: bit weird

Casey: nah, Bob’s still crying, don’t take much working out

Janis: that was ‘cos I didn’t patronise him though

Casey: cute, you fancied saving it all for me

Janis: cute is one word for it

Casey: still know how to make a lad feel special, you

Janis: oh, is that what I’ve done

Casey: one word for it

Janis: better than the ones I’ve got

Janis: you gonna show me or what

Casey: What would I wanna do anything like that for

Janis: first ‘cos you promised and never delivered

Casey: that was before, it don’t count for shit now

Janis: tah for letting us know

Casey: you do know, you who said you was done and I weren’t to bother you, last I heard there were nowt more to say

Casey: I’m, what’s the word, deluded was it, if I reckon otherwise

Janis: and suddenly you’re the only one who don’t know me well enough to know what I’m doing

Casey: What you did was scare the shit out of us

Casey: I thought you was both dead

Janis: I didn’t do that part on purpose, I couldn’t

Casey: nah, just after when you forced me to go back in there over and over til he finally told me to piss off

Janis: he brought you back

Casey: chuffed to bits with this pity party, tah very much

Casey: don’t fucking act like that were your masterplan, you couldn’t have given less of a shit

Janis: that’s not fucking true, and a second ago I sent him so you’re talking shit and you know it

Casey: you just admitted you never, so how am I

Casey: could be lying in a cell or a bodybag but as long as you’re alright

Janis: yeah I’m great, thanks for asking

Casey: I’m not asking to hear you chat shit about it

Janis: don’t worry, neither of them has either

Janis: just stop bleeding over everything will you

Casey: stop comparing me to them first

Casey: I weren’t getting off my face ‘cause I was bothered what my dad would do to it, I was worried about you, that I’d go looking for you if I could stand up

Janis: barely have to know you to know you got exactly what you was after from your dad

Casey: talk to me

Janis: I am, braindead

Casey: you’re not, where are you, how are you hurt

Janis: I’m not hurt, you are

Janis: so just let me help

Janis: I’m just in some hotel, no one was going to give me a smack upon arrival so fuck it, I get it

Casey: I’m alright, he’s being a massive girl about it

Janis: you know I don’t believe you

Casey: if I show you, you won’t either

Janis: yeah

Janis: tell me where, all over or

Casey: that’s how it feels, but what’s the comedown and what’s Ian’s handiwork, eh

Janis: have a look for us, you ain’t squeamish

Casey: I’ve had a look, you know as well as I do it takes days before there’s owt decent to see

Janis: what about breaks, sounds like you’ve been moving about enough but is it killing to

Casey: ‘course, that’s why I’m doing it

Janis: Casey

Janis: can’t you just

Casey: what

Casey: what do you want

Janis: if you patch yourself up, you can leave, that’s what he said

Janis: even though he only talks to me like he’s his own bitchy secretary now

Janis: then you don’t have to be there

Casey: fuck it, I’ve got nowhere else to go

Janis: has he not said anything to you

Casey: no idea, I weren’t listening

Janis: really, what if he was finally gonna start that heart to heart

Casey: I’ve got enough guilt of my own without having to hear him go on and on about his

Janis: yeah, know the feeling

Janis: Junior has a room, and dogs are cool too

Casey: I don’t need your big brother to babysit me or my dog

Janis: he isn’t really the sort but alright

Janis: stay injured so he can’t chuck you out

Casey: I don’t need mine to babysit us neither

Casey: I’ll piss off now

Janis: don’t

Casey: don’t worry, dad’ll not have us back this soon, even his memory ain’t that fucked yet, like

Janis: where are you going

Casey: I’ve got a phone full of contacts, you ain’t the only lass who gets turned on by a bruise

Janis: leave the dog there, it’s not fair on it

Casey: he needs a walk anyway, they’re not gonna do it

Janis: you’re any more reliable

Casey: yeah, I am

Janis: you said you wanted to talk

Casey: I’ll take my charger and not let my phone die

Janis: you may as well just come see me if you’re gonna leave

Casey: you really sold it to us there, sounds irresistible of an offer, that

Janis: rude that I have to sell it at all

Janis: it’s about you, I’m not lying on the floor, what more do you want

Casey: you’ve said nothing about if the dog’s allowed at this hotel, for a start

Janis: smells like it

Janis: but I can sneak a dog in, I’m not an amateur

Casey: where is it

Janis: [clearly the closest to her work so nearby because we’re purely doing it not to have to see anyone, that’s all lol]

Casey: I’ll be there in a bit if I don’t have internal bleeding or some bollocks I don’t know about

Janis: I’ll invite the doctor if that’s the case, not that good

Casey: unless it’s a fit lass one with the coat and that, I’m alright for it

Janis: you don’t get to have a dying wish

Casey: might as well live then

Janis: I’d appreciate it, if it’s all the same to you

Casey: I appreciate hearing you’d rather I didn’t

Janis: I was in shock

Janis: you know I didn’t mean any of it, unless I made any decent points, I’ll have them

Casey: I know, dickhead, it was me looking after you

Janis: stop holding how much of a cunt I was against me then

Janis: why would I want you dead, for God’s sake

Casey: you could get back with him if I died

Janis: Yippee

Janis: 🙄 maybe I hit MY head ‘cos I thought I already had this conversation with him

Casey: I get it, my funeral would still be more fun for you than your wedding to him, but I’m just saying

Janis: There won’t be a 2nd

Janis: he pretty much said I could fuck you so he’s well and truly over it

Casey: well now I don’t wanna, you could’ve kept his blessing to yourself

Janis: like he doesn’t get what cheating is always all about or something

Casey: I’m sorry I held it against you and didn’t try to do something that weren’t be a massive dickhead

Janis: works every time, you’re just another victim

Janis: I had to leave, you had to let me

Janis: but part of the ‘masterplan’ wasn’t him kicking you out and you ending up there, I’m not that much of a cunt even when I’m letting myself be

Casey: I know who you are, even when I’m too fuming to see anything else

Casey: but I’d get my head kicked in by my pisshead dad again before I have you call me a victim again, tah very much

Janis: I just mean I’m sorry

Janis: you didn’t get to be in shock too

Casey: I felt like a kid, like there was fuck all I could do

Janis: I know

Janis: I couldn’t take your face on with his

Janis: all I could do was get myself as far away from you and him and everyone and I dunno, hope that fixed it enough

Casey: I get it, I had to leg it too

Janis: was more fun last time

Janis: 🤏

Casey: I thought if I went somewhere where I knew what would happen, I dunno, I could at least hack that 🤏 better

Janis: makes sense to me, don’t have to be thrilled about the outcome to say it

Janis: I’d do the same if anyone was going to do anything but look at me pityingly 

Casey: it went alright at first, I told him and he took the piss out of Jim like I knew he would, I could join in with that, tell myself I wanted to, but then he brought you up and I couldn’t hack it

Casey: I forgot what I was there for and I’d have killed him if the dog weren’t shitting himself

Janis: you don’t have to leave the dog there, you need him

Janis: sorry you love me

Casey: her kids were screaming their heads off and I thought about your kid, and if she could see me doing all that, and I had to let him have a go back, I had to 

Janis: okay, it’s okay

Janis: you can’t be no better ‘round him, no one can, that’s why everyone leaves or gets as bad

Janis: you stopped yourself

Casey: I’m sorry you love me

Janis: I’m not

Casey: the dog’s not my mate no more

Janis: he don’t know you’re scared too, plus you probably smell bad

Janis: I can tell him

Casey: I think you should keep him with you

Janis: just wait and see, yeah

Casey: promise you’ll look after him

Janis: if he don’t wanna go with you by the time I’m done, I promise

Janis: but he will, alright

Casey: okay

Janis: you’re his favourite still

Casey: I’ve fucked that up

Janis: you’re just all bloody and hurting and he don’t like it, he can tell

Casey: it ain’t just that, he’s scared of me

Janis: he’s just a baby, you can show him he can trust you again

Casey: can he

Janis: yes

Casey: I’ve not done good enough by him since we brought him here, I shouldn’t of

Janis: I let us get carried away because I wanted to

Janis: neither of us knew it would be this

Casey: in shock or nah, you was talking sense about me not

Janis: I know what you’re doing and just

Casey: you don’t know

Casey: it was

Casey: that can’t happen again

Janis: then it won’t

Casey: if it was that easy it wouldn’t

Janis: trust me

Casey: you shouldn’t trust me, I’m as big a liability as Jim is

Janis: and I ain’t?

Casey: not to me

Janis: you just don’t wanna admit it

Casey: it just ain’t true

Janis: you’re not

Casey: you’re still trying to do right by us all even though it’s killing you

Janis: am I

Casey: talking to him, me, and our kid an’ all, none of us have given you a fucking sec

Janis: I’ve been cuntier to them, weren’t a lie

Casey: you’re allowed, it’d do anybody’s head in how they go on

Janis: I’m tired

Janis: and it’s only just started

Casey: I should’ve done anything but this

Janis: me an’ all but

Janis: you’re back now

Casey: I’m gonna be there in a minute and I need you to take this warning for what it is

Casey: ‘cause it looks bad, alright

Janis: alright, I won’t freak out

Casey: scaring you’s the last thing I want

Janis: I’m not gonna be scared

Casey: I am

Janis: don’t, please

Casey: typical of my dad to give us what I was after after this many years of not, when we all reckoned he didn’t have it in him no more

Janis: if you need to go see the doctor you will, fit or otherwise but I’ll look first

Casey: I’m tired too, I’ll let you

Janis: don’t exactly sound like you’re up to putting up a fight so I wouldn’t bother, yeah

Casey: I sound like one of your 90 year old mates walking up as it is

Janis: I’ll try not to be disappointed it’s you 

Casey: tah, like

Casey: would finish us off, I reckon

Janis: your dad could never

Casey: just you, nobody else could

Janis: don’t make it sound romantic when it’s the last thing I wanna do

Casey: what’s the first thing

Janis: not gonna be accused of being turned on by bruises

Janis: or let you die ‘cos I’m too busy hugging you, soz

Casey: so you should be, that’d be a top way to die and I’m gutted

Janis: I’ll remember when you’re old

Casey: if I ain’t older than 90, for real, I ain’t going

Janis: that a promise?

Casey: yeah, it’s not long enough with you, else

Casey: nowhere near

Janis: come here

Casey: [do, dog and terrifyingly beaten up boy just appearing at this hotel, I’d like to point out that he’d be wearing the clothes she last saw him in because he didn’t pack literally anything and only took things of Chubby’s]

Janis: [thank god we’re not being boujee here because what a sight, excuse us just getting y’all into this room so you’re not bleeding upon the communal areas, at least Chubby will be pleased to see you because he does not know what’s going on poor man but we’re hugging you both here despite what we said]

Casey: [and he’s hugging her back v tightly despite any and all injuries and the fact it clearly hurts, as well as checking her over how they do even though she’s not the one who needs it]

Janis: [shaking your head like you’re thinking just that because meanwhile we’re here like where do I even start, trying but failing not to do the saddest face ever]

Casey: [this boy cupping her face in his hands even though one of said hands is blatantly fucked up as hell like when I fell over that time and mine was massive and bruised, worse than that, and I doubt the other one is much better]

Janis: [kissing them so gently like it’s just a little scrape and that’ll make it better and you don’t need to actually move every finger to check you can and work your way over his entire body, basically]

Casey: [some of them are definitely broken, that’s basically unavoidable with all the carry on that’s happened at Ian’s, either because of him hitting his shit father and not doing it properly because of being that out of it or his shit father’s dirty tactics we’re well aware of, like standing on them when someone’s down on the ground already, or both, doing a forehead touch while she’s doing this as if it isn’t at all painful actually]

Janis: [knowing you’re gonna need to go to a pharmacy to get the supplies to do this properly but knowing he’s not going to want you to go this soon so just making a note of the fingers you’re gonna need to splint and trying to focus on him and making him feel better than how much you hate Ian and are so guilty for how this all went down ‘do you want to go A&E?’ when you are in this forehead touch, so quietly, like it’s clearly bad enough but we’re not going to be insistent]

Casey: [just a lil as quiet noise like nope because we clearly don’t want the fun and games of all that, especially when he’s just got here ‘the dog can’t come anyway’ cos we’re not leaving Chubby here or back at home]

Janis: [‘okay’ like let’s do this then and going to the bathroom to run a sink of hot water, directing him without touching him like follow me boy]

Casey: [obviously do, trying to take his jacket or whatever off to be helpful, because that bitch, on route and nearly falling over/into her because he can’t and it hurt more than he thought it was going to]

Janis: [‘careful’ in the soothing tone but we’re also like stop it boy and let me do it ‘you can borrow your shirts back if necessary’ like I have some here, remember; sitting you down on the loo and we can take your shoes and socks off and do the same process there, if you had decent shoes on your feet will probably be alright]

Casey: [‘I get it, how badly you’re after having them back with blood on’ for the bants like she’s only offering because she’s into it, doing a smirk with it or who are you, yeah I’m sure your feet are fine and you did walk here so we don’t need to be saying you did so on toes or other bones that were fucked, peeps have real issues from shit like that, sir]

Janis: [smirking back like yeah, obviously but we’re doing a sigh of relief too under our breath because at least you’re good from here as should your legs ‘cos leg bones are hard to break unless you’re being that brutal about it]

Casey: [Ian could never, especially at this point in his life the old and drunk bitch] 

Janis: [lmao get rekt Ian but honestly, we’ve got to find a flannel and focus on cleaning your face now, which is clearly a bloody mess, stroking it nonetheless ‘cos we’ve got no reason not to stare at you rn]

Casey: [oh how intimate and romantic, tis the opposite of a cockblock Ian you loser, is he spitting some blood and snot and grossness onto this hotel bathroom floor rn, yes, is it accidentally hot af, also yes] 

Janis: [we think so and we’re faux mad at you for it, rolling our eyes like ffs, touching/cleaning all around your eyes and nose v gently ‘if it’s broken it’s not gone crooked’ like you’re okay, ‘cos again, nothing to be done about that, a lot of broken bones just have to get left tbh ‘have to google about cheekbones…’ ‘cos dare not press too hard but we don’t know if we need to be concerned about those orbital bones or nah, just talking to ourself here lowkey]

Casey: [‘it ain’t, don’t worry’ when you know your nose isn’t broken because even if yours hasn’t been before, which it’s v likely it has, thanks Ian, your mum’s and brother’s definitely have and you can just tell, talking to her even if she’s not technically talking to you] 

Janis: [‘you don’t worry, still pretty’ as if that’s your primary concern, for the bants, just feeling all through his hair and down his neck for any concerning lumps or bumps but you’ve already been to sleep so we’re not too worried about any sort of concussion obviously]

Casey: [smiling and having a chipped tooth like me, just cos I can] 

Janis: [I think it’s v cute, of course ‘playing dentist is a whole different ballgame’ ‘cos imagine but we can’t help but smile back at you]

Casey: [looking at her like ? because he wouldn’t have seen it obvs and I can’t feel mine with my finger or tongue or anything cos only a tiny chip and likewise gonna say the same for you, boy, so casually like what do you mean lol] 

Janis: [which is funny because when you have a cavity you can really feel it lol, just running our own finger over the chip we can see then being like oh ‘just a little one’ pointing him towards the mirror like see ‘I’m not done with your face yet’ like you’re giving him a makeover and he’s gonna be like what the fuck]

Casey: [maybe I can but I’m just so used to it now idk, we all know what my memory is like lol, the point is it’s not as dramatic as fully missing a tooth, I wouldn’t do you that dirty, shaking his head at his reflection though because it would be kind of dramatic even with the blood gone, I’m sure you’ve got blood in your eye and that’s swollen at the very least] 

Janis: [whilst he’s stood up gesturing put your arms out like this, so she can slip his jacket off with him not having to move anything or grab with those broken fingers, we can work around your t-shirt or just rip it off if needs be but we do need the jacket out the way]

Casey: [I’m sure your wrist is fucked too because once you break that once it always gets re-done and 100% you have as a kid even if it wasn’t Ian’s fault and was your bike’s intially, so yeah, get that jacket gone, please, ‘it look flat to you?’ meaning his cheek because if his cheekbone was broken it would and you probs don’t trust your vision if it’s blurry from the black eye] 

Janis: [joints always break easier and the wrist is a pain in the ass so definitely ‘none of you is flat, elephant man’ in the nicest possible way lmao, like you’re so swollen but we’re shaking our head ‘cos we don’t think so ‘you’d look caved in, yeah’ and you clearly don’t so you’re okay ‘thank god for your thick skull, boy’]

Casey: [‘charming’ poking her with one of his fingers that isn’t broken, but there’s such obvious relief in his voice rn because not trying to go have pins put in his face or any madness like that, thank you Ian, also giving her the gentlest lil headbutt in the shoulder when she mentions his thick skull, cos gotta] 

Janis: [holding your head there, again, very gently but insistently because we need a sec here ‘tell me how long he’ll be pissing blood so I don’t-’ like I can’t just go post up on Ian but I MUST]

Casey: [staying put up looking up to make eye contact with her because have to ‘rest of his life, maybe’ a slight over exaggeration to make her feel better but he is gonna be really hurt like he said when he was telling her what happened earlier] 

Janis: [‘good’ ‘cos we really do mean that but we’re checking you over in the mental sense as if we can read your mind because we know it was not good for you and not something you wanted to do, not to be that close to losing all control and we’re so !! sorry about it in ways that would not be useful to go into right this second ‘you don’t have to go there again’ like it’s fully in our power to make that promise true no matter what]

Casey: [doing his big blinks and breathing like he’d cry if he could because he’s as !! remembering it and looking in her eyes and seeing how !! she is, all but crying in his body’s actions rn, he just physically cannot] 

Janis: [stroking your hair and hoping it isn’t physically painful ‘cos we can’t not comfort you right now, for your sake and our own ‘I’m sorry you were so scared’]

Casey: [‘I’m sorry you were, that I put you through it’ because we know it would’ve been terrifying for you too gal, especially because of the unknowns of it in her case ‘I’ll never go back’ because can promise that rn and mean it]

Janis: [when you’ve just been going crazy in this room trying not to talk to anyone, love that for you, not; shaking our head ‘I started it, I couldn’t see a way out, no way for us-’]

Casey: [shaking his own head ‘I don’t care, I hate myself for not finishing it different than how I did’ INTENSE af eye contact ‘I love you so fucking much’]

Janis: [‘I love you too, the most’ when it is the MOST intense eye contact of all time ‘cos you dare not even kiss him or make any kind of first move like that because he’s so injured so you’re just here like welp, emotions, overwhelmed]

Casey: [will be kissing her, dramatically, however much it hurts, because as overwhelmed and simply MUST, even if he has to make it softer and less !! almost immediately because of the pain he’s in]

Janis: [making the most dramatic whimpering noises of all time ‘cos if that’s the one way you can go hard, then you have to take it or die at this point, reminding him to ‘be careful’ but definitely not telling him to stop]

Casey: [never gonna stop if that’s the reaction he’s getting ‘come here’ because can’t pull her closer the way he normally would with all those broken fingers and the like]

Janis: [attempting to get closer without hurting him, so you can sit on his lap/this toilet too but not pressing our torso into yours ‘cos bulk of the damage we’ve yet to deal with, obviously still kissing as gently and as slowly as is necessary but tortuous]

Casey: [at least you’ll get all the noises in the world because softness like this always kills y’all and especially would in this moment when you wanna go hard af and can’t]

Janis: [‘I thought about you constantly’ true]

Casey: [‘I need you to just-’ a pause for more tortuous kisses ‘actually go and- fucking kill him’ because hate Ian so much rn that we can’t kiss this gal like our life depends on it]

Janis: [‘I will’ all the extra enthusiasm we can’t launch at you in how low-key indecently we’re saying this]

Casey: [‘please’ as indecently and for the exact same reasons]

Janis: [‘I would do anything for you’ touching you in the softest ways we can, wherever we can that isn’t hugely injured ‘especially that’]

Casey: [doing things like forehead touches and rubbing their noses together and pressing his cheek against hers and headbutting her again and just anything else that’s a touch that doesn’t involve needing his fingers to do it, because have to touch her as much as possible rn, and call her baby in an even more indecent way than he said that please, somehow]

Janis: [putting your throat right next to one of his ears so he can feel the vibrations of all the sound you’re having to make ‘stay with me’]

Casey: [how loud he is likewise being in what is clearly such a tiny bathroom, soz not soz, only to Chubby who’s probably trying to sleep the poor baby ‘nothing and nobody could stop us’ cos true, he’s going nowhere, he’d have to literally die to be separated from her atm and that’s not happening lol]

Janis: [you’ve probably got yourself cosy in the bed god bless, meanwhile we’re trying so hard to not completely lose it but failing and that’s okay ‘I’m yours forever’]

Casey: [kissing her really hard because it’s the only acceptable response and he’s losing it too, lowkey cannot remember how injured we are at a !! time like this]

Janis: [oh lads, try not to injure him further gal, remember why you’re here, even if this kiss is everything so you react accordingly]

Casey: [we all know he’d think it was worth it, hence carrying on like that until his body reacts accordingly and is like no no]

Janis: [take a sec and a step back like shit but you’re still close enough to be stroking the back of his neck ‘let’s get you better’ like it can be achieved in time for you to be as intense as y’all need]

Casey: [so annoyed and frustrated with himself and his body + in pain, what a fun combo of things, definitely knocking over something in this bathroom by kicking out at it from where he is sat because that won’t hurt you]

Janis: [we can express some frustration by ripping this t-shirt off you instead of faffing trying to lift your arms up and whatnot, ‘cos you’ll definitely have lots of swelling and some ribs to be checked over]

Casey: [when that’s really hot so he’s staring at her indecently with the biggest hearteyes, oh Ian, we know breaking ribs or trying to is your MO sweetie, that’s just the kind of bitch you are and yep, they’re another one that if you have had them fucked up before they will again so]

Janis: [‘I could hate him as much as I love you’ ‘cos we know how painful it is and we hate to see it, barely touching your chest as we say it]

Casey: [‘I could hate him now’ because he never could before but seeing how upset she is and how much she does is changing that rn]

Janis: [just looking at your body and all this damage ‘I think you should’ like it only gets worse and the worst is you could’ve killed him and ruined your life with it, unspoken but obvious]

Casey: [a nod as he follows her gaze ‘how many are broke?’ @ these ribs because he’s just thinking what a bitch the recovery time is going to be and how he lowkey can’t get a new job atm now or anything]

Janis: [‘two look it, definitely’ because you can’t be sure but at least you can just bind them all at once by the nature of it, even if we’re wrong because not got an x-ray handy ‘I’m gonna need to go get the stuff now’ ‘cos only so much you can do without any sort of basic first aid]

Casey: [‘but-’ because you don’t want this gal to go but you also know she’s right and has to]

Janis: [‘I’ll get you settled first’ like I’m not gonna just run off, steering you by the bicep ‘cos not able to hand hold right now and then making Chubby budge up like excuse you sir ‘let daddy in’ and patting this side of the bed like in you get before he stretches out again as animals love to do lol]

Casey: [do get in and snuggle Chubby because he can be on your legs and in your lap like the big lump he is without hurting you and you can realise that he doesn’t in fact hate you which is v necessary, but obvs STARING at her the entire time because she said the d word ‘stay with us for a bit’]

Janis: [we know dogs are forgiving and loving to their detriment so he isn’t going to hold a grudge when you literally didn’t hurt him he was just afeared too but we’re giving this pup love for being a good boy and not wilding over this boy even accidentally ‘only a little bit’ ‘cos obviously want to too so getting comfortable but only tucking you in]

Casey: [so gently and deliberately blowing a strand of her hair out of her face because can’t tuck it behind her ear the way he normally would but can’t just leave it or who is he]

Janis: [closing your eyes and just enjoying the sensation of his breath on your face again]

Casey: [kissing her eyelids obvs and then doing lil kisses over her entire face]

Janis: [‘I missed you more than anything’ on a sigh because really did]

Casey: [the second Chubby decides he wants to stretch out more on the end of this bed the way dogs do, so carefully pulling her into the space he just vacated so she’s in his lap because gotta be even closer thank you]

Janis: [‘I should’ve-’ laying our head in your lap and looking up at you from said position ‘I could’ve stopped you’]

Casey: [stroking her hair as best he can ‘I had to go and do that’ because how we feel, stupid as it may be]

Janis: [nodding because we get it, we had to do what we did too, also arguably not necessary but it felt it ‘I just don’t like seeing you hurt’ stroking up and down his leg ‘cos you can]

Casey: [doing a quiet but ! noise about it that takes over whatever he was going to say]

Janis: [looking at him with heart eyes about it]

Casey: [‘I just wanna touch you’ so lowkey 🥺]

Janis: [when you too are gutted but you’re trying to be realistic ‘we’ve got forever’ but you have to kiss him to show you are pouting about it v much]

Casey: [putting EVERYTHING into the pouty lip move because there’s so much he can’t do rn]

Janis: [the way we forget to breathe making the moan we do even more ridiculous when we can]

Casey: [one of his own purely in response to hers and how good it was]

Janis: [‘I’ll still cum for you’ and sincerely meaning it like I believe in our ability to always be that extra]

Casey: [‘fuck’ with all the feeling because really need that rn more than ever or anything]

Janis: [sitting in your lap and pressing our forehead into yours so we can make our intense close-up eye contact with it]

Casey: [just here making how blatantly turned on he is even more blatant by how he moves ‘I’ll make you feel better too, like you have for me’]

Janis: [‘haven’t even started’ like there’s so much more to do and I will ‘cos feels like you only just showed up and we’re still half in shock that you are here with us again, moving very carefully but leaning back so any movement we are doing it away from your torso anyway]

Casey: [‘nor me’ cos hard same there ‘but you’re my girl and I’m here now, I’ll show you I can still take care of you’ has nothing to prove but nevertheless is doing the most as much as possible, v slowly and softly obvs so you’ll both be dying about it]

Janis: [‘no one else can’ just on your own chest now ‘cos need to because simply dying over my girl]

Casey: [‘nobody else ever will, you’re mine forever’ because she said it earlier and it killed him, we all remember]

Janis: [‘I only want you’ 🥺 at him like no one else ever ever thanks]

Casey: [kissing her in that intense af but soft way that ruins them both every damn time ‘you can have me, anywhere and anytime you look at us like that’]

Janis: [the way we’re acting like we’re getting fucked ‘cos we truly cannot handle it at all, softness is our ultimate weakness]

Casey: [she will be after acting like that, don’t hurt yourself, boy]

Janis: [thinking the same thing but doing no more than LOOKING at him all !!]

Casey: [‘make me, I trust you more than I can do myself’ as if she said be careful or something like that the way she did earlier, nbd just asking her to have the chill he doesn’t have]

Janis: [you must, in the sense y’all ever have chill about anything because we’re not going to hurt you more than it is painful holding back and being this level of FRUSTRATED ‘you have to keeping breathing normally and not try to stop yourself, cum as soon as you need to, let it feel good and let me do all the work, okay?’ doing that, reminiscent of the car moment when you tried not to move at all at first and then being v gentle about it like you’ve probably never to the degree this is so deliberately slow and soft which kills you for that reason ‘I fucking need you’]

Casey: [soz that you’re both going to die over this level of slow and soft intimacy but it’s v important, cba with this boy having go sit in A&E when they honestly can’t do much more than she already has and will with the type of injuries he has, and soz that he’s just gonna kiss her in the softest and slowest and most intense way ever in response because needs her too and loves and has missed her so much he can’t deal ‘I know, you need me as much as I do you, and you’re all I need’]

Janis: [‘so stay close’ very much saying DON’T LEAVE ME without actually saying it that bluntly, and making it a move by pressing against you as gently but as fully as we can when we say the word close]

[high-fructose-dreamscape]

Day 2

[cont’d cont’d]

So it’s now 6:25. I’m no longer over loaded with negative thoughts but I’m filling my time doing stuff that honestly is useless. I’m sure I’m gonna hear from Josh tomorrow.

I wanna go go-karting. I wanna drive and not worry about it. I’m hoping I can have a day where I can day drink or just drink all day. It would be great to be someone else’s problem for a change.

This will probably drag on as I don’t intend to make more than 3 notes for a day. But damn it’s slow.

I started day dreaming again. I thought it would be fun to go paintballing with the guys. When I tried to attach faces to the idea I just gave up. It’s so hard to try to get a date, let alone a group of guys together. I’ll just put it on the list of dreams to be.

I’m not sad. I just don’t know what to do honestly. I hate that as sad as something is, I’m trying to solve my problem not bitch. Idk I’m just numb from everything.

I think I’m over whatever episode I was feeling earlier as I don’t feel as down. I still plan to stick to my plan but I’m not crying.

Maybe it’s because someone’s in the room with me or maybe I’m just eh.

I forgot to flip my coin. I’ll do that soon. Though I’ll probably just message kinga and later remind her to go to the gym.

It’s 7:50.

I messaged kinga. She didn’t eat. Upsetting but she said she would soon. I hope she does. I do worry about her.

In a slightly different mood I’m trying to forget my breakdown. In a way, it feels so long ago. like days and days. It’s so weird. I think it’s me trying to dump something that made me feel weak.

I genuinely find it fascinating how forgetful I am. It’s not that I want to be, but I think it’s between the depression and my defenses literally dumping off parts of my memory. I think it’s my ptsd response and I don’t know if I should be alarmed or not.

It reminds me of a conversation. I had with juniper once. She kept saying I was manipulating her when I was trying to explain that I don’t wanna talk about something in public but if she doesn’t remind me I will forget. She argued to the death that it was a trap. To this day I genuinely can’t remember what it was about.

I wonder if this is why Jess or kinga never remember when they make me sad? Do they forget as a curse from their trauma response or are they trying to deny it happened as away to move past it? Honestly if it were the latter, I would be fine with anyone just saying “I’m sorry and I don’t wanna talk about it.”

I do try to respect boundaries unless it’s a really big deal to me. I just hate how someone can say something mean then shut the door on the convo. It’s so..: frustrating.

So it’s 10:49. I closed pretty early ngl. I wish I had something to do tonight but it looks like I’ll just go play league.

Props to me I stopped myself form pushing my free day on kinga. She’ll never take me up on a chance to hang so I didn’t bother letting her know my days off. I think it’s better this way as, even as a friend, she’s still notorious for blowing me off.

I have a long drive home. So I decided to put on school food. My eye looks less bruised but still bloodshot. If it weren’t so itchy I’d probably keep the patch.

It’s about 11:30 now. I made it home. More day dreams fluttered my mind. Not scenes but images. Like paintings. One was a couple, assume me and someone I’m dating, we’re having a picnic under cherry blossoms. I’ve never seen one in person. I know it’s not special but it kinda is. I’ve always wanted one in yard. That’s a sign of success to me.

Another day dream was to be applauded by so many people. Like that stupid ass ending of evangelion, I guess it was a celebration or something but just everyone was so happy to see me. Maybe a performance? For a second I felt like it was something obtainable and then I kinda just snapped out of it. I realize I have nothing to be proud of. So then, why would anyone be proud of me?

As I wait on the driveway I search for a reason. But really I just need rest. I haven’t teared up but honestly I just have no more motivation to go on lately.

The only use out of chronicling these posts is from a promise I made myself years ago: if I ever decide to take my own life, I promise that I will get as much of my head out of my head before I go. Don’t look back. Don’t read it. Just go.

So now I type like nobody reads. I type expecting nothing. I know that if I wanted attention I’d make a loaded Facebook post or something. But type like nobody cares.

It’s rough. Times like this I just want a hug.

Maybe I’ll write a story. Something probably aggressive and kinky if I get some food in me.

I swear even working at Pizza Hut I don’t eat. I hate the food honestly. I wish I had friends like I am to others who’d message me and randomly ask me for a bite or to do something. It’s so rare that I honestly freak out.

Hmm. I guess it’s just not meant for ym reality. I suppose that this is the reality where I dream big and work for nothing. Maybe one lifetime I’ll do better. I hope that will make up for it.

Oh no. The tears. Guess I’m calling it a night.

[sluttyten]

The way that my anxiety manifests itself by me binge writing a rant that just loops around on itself

dang I hit the tag limit and I was still going smh

tldr my boss offered me another promotion, several people have told me they think I’ll do good in it, but basically every ounce of my being is telling me not to, plus I’ve been wanting to leave my job for a while but I have a fear of disappointing the people I feel like rely on me at work. Also I don’t like where I’m at in life because I keep seeing people around me get like Jobs and Relationships and Happiness and be Real Adults and I know it doesn’t make me any less that I don’t have those things but I just feel like I’m stunted in my emotional/social development and am stagnant in life because this is not where the me of even four years ago imagined I would be

#I’ve been typing out for the last like 40 minutes this long long long thing just trying to wrap my brain around something #I’ve been offered another promotion and I don’t want it #I lowkey want to leave my job but I don’t know what I want to do next #several people I work with including one of my favorite managers and one of the other people that I work with every single day and that I #like a lot is also possibly leaving and my friend that I work with is also basically leaving #so like….. #. I’m just hearing a lot of reasons to leave #so i was typing this out just to like get my thoughts on paper so I could kinda see what I’m thinking and maybe try to work through some of #theses knots of my anxiety about what getting this promotion would mean for me #and like it’s basically all cons I can’t really see the pros #but even then once I’ve written through my whole stream of consciousness thing I’m still like I don’t know how to turn it down #and if I do turn it down then what? do I quit #quit* or do I stay stagnant where I am at this job? #like I’ve been getting tired of it but then I think I’ll feel bad if I leave because they have to find someone to replace me #but the thing is they already struggle to hire for morning shifts and I know that #but I know too that I can’t feel bad about leaving if I do #I just have to find the next thing for me #but I’ll feel so guilty and my manager will try to say all the right things to me to get me to stay and damn #I don’t know how to break up with my job #but for sure I’ll cry when I do have this face to face convo with him #like bruh texted me to offer me the promotion instead of doing this face to face initially #and when I asked if I could think about it he told me I have until Monday like fuck dude I curled myself into a stress ball and started #crying when I read that plus the compliments trying to convince me to take it he sent afterwards #like my mom says she think I can do it and my boss says that and the girl I’ll be replacing says that but why the fuck do I just feel like #an empty pit when I think of taking this position? #I tried it out like that’s what my position is right now is basically training for this and I haven’t really liked this position but I don’t #fucking know how to express that to the people in charge because I have a fear of disappointing others apparently #like I lowkey knew it but in my stream of consciousness word vomit earlier I like definitely came to that realization #also lately I’ve just really felt that I don’t like where I’m at in life #and it’s definitely got everything to do with me seeing my best friend basically moving in with her boyfriend and seeing my brother moving

[bestiesenpai]

Dirty Little Secret - Toji Fushiguro

I love a good meanie :) this was inspired by a thrilling convo i had femme reader lads, everyone 18+ 12.3K words

content warnings are as followed: dubcon, blackmail, age gap, manipulation, noncon somnophilia, pseudo-incest, cheating, infantilization(?), mention of guns, drinking, choking, burning(w/ a cigarette? Idk how to explain), a lot of different pet names lol and Toji calls himself daddy

It all started with the messy, bitter divorce your parents went through, leaving your mother a struggling woman all on her own. You tried to help with bills, tried to tack on a few side gigs here and there and get a couple part time jobs but it just wasn’t enough.

Until she met Toji and all the worries you two had about money just suddenly melted away. He wasn’t outlandishly rich but somehow he made enough money that both you and your mother could quit all the jobs you’d had to take on.

Your mother was ecstatic, positively thrilled about the newfound freedom she has. She’s able to afford luxuries she’d never been able to before and there was no need to worry about pinching pennies and scrounging for every last meal. You could live comfortably, but there was something about Toji that rubbed you the wrong way.

There wasn’t one singular thing that drove you to disliking him, it was all just a culmination of things. His cocky attitude, the way he acted like he owned the whole house the first time he visited, how he seemed to be eyeing you up in a way far less acceptable for a man that was meeting his new step-daughter. As soon as his eyes landed on you, it was like your mother no longer existed.

They got married faster than you could blink, a rushed ceremony done at city hall with a few random witnesses watching her take the surname Fushiguro. Your mother was beyond happy, and while you were happy to see an easy smile on her face again, the knowledge that Toji would be living with you now hung like a dark cloud in the back of your head.

“Careful there doll, wouldn’t want you to break a nail.” Toji teased as he saw you pick up a moving box that was left in the living room. He was moving his and his sons belongings into the house and you’d been tasked with helping.

“Shut up.” Glaring at him, you grabbed the box in a huff and stormed up the stairs, stomping your way into the room that was your step-brothers, Megumis. You’d only met him once at a formal dinner and he seemed nice enough. Far different than his father but strikingly similar in appearance. He was away at university in another city, only visiting every other weekend if he felt like it.

Lingering in the empty room longer than you should, you tried to steer clear of Toji. The physical labour of moving boxes had made him sweaty, a nice sheen building up on his forehead and arms that highlighted the taut muscles underneath the skin and underneath the tight black t-shirt he was always wearing.

“Why don’t you go sit pretty on the couch, hm? A little girl like you shouldn’t be trying to lift such heavy things.” Catching you coming down the stairs, Toji was sporting his usual signature smirk whenever he saw you.

“There’s still a lot of stuff to bring in and I don’t want this to take all day.” Standing at the top of the stairs, you wavered. He wasn’t making any move to get out of your way or to come up the stairs and the two of you were stuck in a staring match.

“But you’re just so delicate, are you sure you can keep up?” Toji finally started moving up the stairs, a large box in his hand that looked to be no trouble for him.

“I’ll be fine!” You snapped at him, backing up and out of the way to let him pass you.

“You sure about that?” Stopping right in front of you, Toji held the box out of the way so he could lean close to your face, almost brushing his hair against your forehead.

“I’m sure!” Face erupting in a hot flush, you scramble away from him and down the stairs. You can hear the dark chuckle leaving his throat and the incident has your hands shaking as you go to the moving van.

Starkly avoiding eye contact with him for the rest of the day, you take the pizza your mother ordered for the family straight to your room and don’t come out for a good while. She knocks on your door not once throughout the night, too busy giggling stupidly in the living room with Toji.

“Good morning baby girl.” Toji croons when he sees you appear in the kitchen in the morning, a hot cup of coffee in his hands as he leans against the kitchen counter. Your ears burn at the nickname, but you ignore him and go straight to the refrigerator.

“Hey!” Shuffling back when he slams the fridge closed in your face, another shout is caught in your throat as he looms over you, large calloused hand keeping the door closed.

“You just gonna be rude and not say good morning to your new daddy?” The smell of coffee and cigarettes hangs on his breath, fanning over your face. He’s cornering you against the refrigerator, using his looming stature to force you against the door entirely.

“Go away.” You whisper, but you want to shout, push him away and stand up for yourself. But something in Toji’s stare and the way he carries himself has you withering.

“I don’t even get a good morning kiss?”

“Huh?” Your eyes go wide when he grabs your jaw, tilting your face up and holding it there so he can lean in and graze his lips against yours. Slapping your hands on his chest, you struggle to keep him at bay.

“Toji, have you seen my car keys?” Your mothers shout from the other room rips away the quiet, tense moment between you two. Toji takes a few smooth steps back, shuffling back into his place against the countertop right as she comes into the room.

“Yeah, right there.” Flicking his chin to the kitchen table, there lies her keys.

“Thanks.” Grabbing them, she takes a glance at you and then a double take, furrowing her brows and pointing vaguely at you. “Sweetie, what’s wrong? Why are you making that face?”

“I-” A tiny flicker of your eyes to Toji has your face burning all over again and any words are lost on you. “I feel a bit sick.” Ducking your head down, you rush out of the kitchen, the passing cry of ‘go lay back down then’ from your mother going ignored as you slam the door to your room and lock it.

Toji leaves sometime after your mother does and for a while you’re home alone. Finally able to eat in peace, there’s a few things you’ve been wanting to do ever since you met Toji, one of them being snooping through his things.

He was secretive with so many things, it was only right that you get a little intel on him. You barely knew what he did for work, the only thing he said he did was ‘freelancing’ and that was it.

Walking through the open bedroom door, you steered clear of the things you knew were your mothers. The old dresser she had and her section of the closet was still exactly the same as before Toji came into her life.

But now there was a new chest of drawers tucked away in the corner of the room, rich dark wood that contrasted with the light color palette of the rest of the room. There was also a safe tucked under the bed and one in the closet as well, you’d seen Toji bring those in himself.

Opening the top drawer, it was no shock to find folded piles of socks and underwear, a few black tank tops. The second had more shirts, the third was the baggy pants Toji mainly lived in and the fourth had more fitted bottoms.

But sticking out from between a few folded pairs of slacks was a thick file folder with your families last name on it. It was in pristine condition and once you opened it, you saw that so were the things inside it.

Detailed records of your bank history, notes that had everything about you on them; your favorite food, color, your typical daily schedule, who you hung out with and all their personal information, the places you frequented and all the jobs you’d held in your life.

“This fucking stalker.” Reading over notes clearly written in Toji’s handwriting, the contents of the folder made your stomach churn. Shoving it back between the pants, you stood up properly and turned to the closet.

The safe in here was buried under a stack of folded clothes waiting to be hung up. Toji’s side of the closet was relatively bare, with the only thing hanging up being the lonely suit he owned that he wore to get married in.

Punching in all the possible number combinations you could think of - all the phone numbers you knew by heart, your home address and every birthday - you came up empty. There was no way to open the safe in the closet, and you had to abandon it.

The safe beneath the bed was heavy, nearly breaking your back as you tried to drag it out into the open. It was a thin black metal box with a long rectangular shape and the same number pad as in the closet. Only this time, when you punched in the last four digits of your phone number, it opened with a click.

What you saw inside wasn’t what you were expecting. Sure, Toji was a mysterious guy with secretive habits and a job you knew nothing about. You had barely information on him, yet you still weren’t prepared to see all the guns he had stored inside the safe.

There were long shotguns, handguns, revolvers and plenty of ammo and holsters. Even with the slight wear and tear on some of the barrels, you could tell Toji took good care of them as nearly all of them were freshly polished.

“Just couldn’t help yourself, could you?” Just as you reached out and skimmed a finger across one of the handguns laying innocently in the pile, Toji’s flat monotone voice sounded behind you.

Ripping your hand away, your head whipped over your shoulder to stare at him in terrified shock. He shouldn’t be home, you hadn’t heard him come in or the front door open and close. Frozen on the ground, you struggled to find the air to breathe.

“Such a nosy little thing.” Toji commented, his eyes drifting to the open closet door and the dresser drawer that you’d left ajar. “If you were curious about daddy, you could have just asked.”

“Why do you have these things?” What were you referring to? The guns? Records of your every move, down to how long your phone conversations were late at night?

“They’re for work.” Pushing away from the doorframe, Toji sauntered into the room, dragging his feet lazily.

“But-”

“That’s all you need to know.” He cut you off with a stern look, kicking closed the safe.

“Why...why do you have all those papers about me?” Came your next question. Looking up at Toji, you were suddenly aware of how you were presented to him. Sitting on your knees, hands balled up into fists in your lap, looking up at him with wide scared eyes - and he noticed it too.

“You’re my little girl, why shouldn’t I know everything?” Biting his lip as he looked down at you, Toji had to stop himself from grabbing your hair and shoving your face into his clothed cock. Instead he flexed his fingers, rolled his shoulders and used his foot to push the safe under the bed. Scrambling to your feet, you watched as the safe disappeared.

“What’s in the safe in the closet?” You were standing far too close to Toji for your liking, he was within less than an arm's reach of you and you could smell the dark woody aroma he liked to put on.

“Important shit. ‘Gumi’s birth certificate, passports, the usual.” Shrugging casually, Toji walked over to the dresser and kicked it closed as well. “Got some stuff for your mom and you in there too.”

Letting a lull fall into the conversation, you scurried from the bedroom when Toji went to close the closet door. You could hear him chuckle and mutter something under his breath upon discovering your absence, but he closed the bedroom door shortly after and you could hear him go down the stairs.

Hours later and your mother informed you she wouldn’t be home for dinner. Something about meeting up with friends for an unexpected late night outing and staying out past dark.

Left to your own devices, you tried to avoid being detected by Toji as you milled around in the kitchen and fed yourself.

“Sweetheart, that you?”

Keyword being tried.

Biting back a harsh sigh, you emerged from the relative darkness of the kitchen and into the living room where Toji was lounging on the couch with no shirt on, all his muscles and scars on full display.

“There’s my baby girl.” Toji broke into a smile.

“Yup, I’m here.” Rolling your eyes so you could force yourself to stop ogling his body, you turned halfway back to the kitchen.

“Woah woah come back!”

“What do you want?” Not keeping this sigh at bay, you quirked a brow at him.

“Ya know your mothers not here and I’m getting awfully lonely sitting in this house by myself. Why don’t you sit with me?”

“No thanks.”

“That’s too bad, sweetheart, ‘cause I wasn’t asking.” You can feel his hand wrapping around your upper arm before you even hear him getting up from the couch.

“L-let go!” Thrashing in his hold does no good, you’re thrown onto the couch like a doll in no time and Toji sinks in next to you, spreading his legs wide and throwing an arm over the back of the couch.

“Your mother wants us to spend more time together, get better acquainted and whatnot.” Grabbing the beer he had on the coffee table, Toji drinks until it’s empty and he crushes it in his hand. “And what better time than now?”

Huffing and puffing, you adjust yourself on the couch and try to focus on whatever Toji has playing on the TV screen. It’s some cheesy action movie made way before you were born, and while it makes you groan at the cliche plot points, Toji is having a grand old time.

“You want a beer?” Toji asks, picking up a can and cracking it open.

“No.” Shaking your head, the last thing you’d want is to possibly get drunk and lose your senses around him.

“Oh, oops.” Upon hearing your no, Toji not so subtly tipped the can over and let it fall into your lap, the beer inside spilling out onto your clothes.

“Toji! What the-” Leaping up and tossing the can onto the coffee table, you could feel the cold liquid seep into the fabric of your pants and underwear, even stretching to the back of your pants.

“That’s too bad, my mistake! Better go get changed.” Toji laughed, completely unashamed of what he’d done. Flipping him off, you stormed away. “Put your pajamas on, it’s getting late!”

“Fuck you!” Angrily walking to your room, you ripped off the wet clothes clinging to you. You were tempted to stay in your room the rest of the night, but there was no doubt that Toji would come up and drag you back down to the living room.

“Aw, don’t you look cute.” He teased when you came back down in an oversized shirt and sleeping shorts. He had procured a blanket from behind the couch and it lay on the arm.

“Ugh, it’s still wet.” Even though he’d grabbed a blanket, he hadn’t grabbed a towel to sop up the beer in the couch cushions.

“It’s okay, you can sit right here.” Grabbing your wrist, Toji yanked you onto his lap, wrapping an arm around your waist as you fell into him. Throwing the blanket over you, Toji forced you to lay against his bare chest.

“Let me go sit in the other chair.” There was a perfectly good arm chair a few feet from the couch you could sit on.

“Now how could we bond if you’re so far away?” He chuckled, hiking you back up as you tried to slide off him. Biting your tongue against any further useless arguments, you tried to get comfortable in Tojis lap.

“Be careful now, baby, all that squirming might get me excited.” Toji whispered in your ear, gripping the flesh of your waist tightly underneath his fingers. Chuckling again at how your body went completely stiff, he settled back into the couch and watched the movie.

Begrudgingly focusing on it as well, it was almost inevitable that you relaxed into laying on Toji, the smooth up and down of his chest expanding with every breath lulling you into a sense of comfort.

“This movie’s stupid.” You grumbled as a commercial hit. Your arms were crossed tightly, having gotten riled up at one particular scene for how predictable it was.

“S’not stupid, it’s a classic.” Toji replied.

“Still stupid.” Shaking your head slightly, you let out a soft yawn.

“Aw, is it getting close to your bedtime?”

“Shut up.” It wasn’t that it was particularly late, but sitting in the low light of the living room, under a cozy blanket with a warm body underneath you holding you tightly, it was more relaxing than you thought. Coupled with the quietness of the TV and the slow even breaths Toji took right by your ear, who wouldn’t get a little sleepy?

“Poor baby’s tired.” You could just feel the mocking pout on Toji’s lips. Shifting his hands and grabbing onto your thigh, he turned you to sit sideways in his lap, legs across him and your head securely tucked under his chin.

“Not tired.” Trying to reason with him was impossible, and you gave up once the movie came back on. With a secure arm wrapped around your back and his other hand resting snugly on your outer thigh, Toji had you right where he wanted you.

“Still awake?” Toji asked ten minutes later and he already knew the answer. Your breathing had gotten quiet and you’d fallen slack in his arms, and when he rubbed your back you let out a soft, sleepy hum and snuggled deeper into him.

Careful not to wake you, Toji dipped his hands to the hem of your shirt and tugged it up so he could get under it. Trailing his calloused fingertips up your back, he felt the bumps and ridges of your spinal cord as he went. Pushing under your arm, he got to where he wanted: the soft flesh of your breast.

Cupping it in his palm, Toji bit his lip to hold back a soft groan. He’d wanted to do this since the day he started dating your mother and learned about you. From the very first picture of you she’d shown him he was hooked and every subsequent move he made after was calculated to get right to this very moment.

A soft uptick in your breathing let him know that you could feel what he was doing, but you did nothing else as he pinched your nipple and rolled it between his fingers.

Pushing you to lay back a little, Toji crept his other hand up your thigh. Your legs were simple dead weight to him and with a few nudges he was able to get his hand down your shorts and cup your sex.

“Be a good girl and get nice and wet.” Mumbling to himself he pushed his middle finger through your folds, coming to your clit and grinning wildly. Rubbing it with practiced precision, Toji kept his ears trained on the sound of your breathing and he was prepared to keep going even if you woke up.

Pressing a few kisses to the top of your head, he cooed at the delicate sigh you let out. You were getting aroused, Tojis finger was starting to get slicked up and glide easier against you.

Pushing his index finger against your clit, he worked you up even further. The movie was forgotten on the television, all of Tojis focus going to you and the way your brows scrunched up at the feeling of someone else’s fingers against your cunt.

You weren’t wet enough for Toji to push a finger inside, but he was fine with waiting for another time. Just playing with your clit and pinching your nipple was enough for him for now.

Pressing his nose against the top of your head, Toji let out a shuddering breath when you came in your sleep. A few desperate whimpers fell from your lips, and your face screwed up a little, your body clenching as pleasure rolled through your sleeping form.

Taking his hand slowly out of your shirt, Toji laid it back on your thigh and tried to collect his own breathing. Getting you to cum in your sleep on his lap had riled him up more than he expected, the thrill of making you come undone without your knowledge going straight to his head.

It wasn’t long after that your mother came home, gasping at the sight of your sleeping body in Toji’s lap and delighted that you were finally getting more comfortable with him. Not wanting to wake you, she snapped a few pictures for posterity and had Toji carry you to your room.

“You want me to what?” Staring at your mother like she’d grown another head, you couldn’t hide the disdain at what she had just proposed of you in the late morning.

“I want you to spend the day with Toji! He’s going into town to do some shopping and I think it’d be a great way for you two to get closer.”

“I don’t want to get closer to him.” The memory of last night made your cheeks burn. You were far more embarrassed about falling asleep in his lap than you’d ever be willing to admit.

“C’mon (Y/N), I saw you two together on the couch last night! It was so cute, I want you to have more moments like that with him.” Your mother gave you a pout, one just begging to humor her request. The desire to say no was right on the tip of your tongue.

“Fine, I’ll go with him.”

“Yay!” Clapping her hands together lightly, your mother turned away and started to gather a few things to start her own day.

“Let’s be quick, okay?” Ten minutes later and you were sitting in the front seat of Toji’s vintage camaro.

“I think we should take it nice and slow today.” Toji replied, firing up the engine and drowning out your thoughts with the loud roar. It was hard to look at him, so you kept your gaze trained to the passing scenery outside.

“Did you sleep well last night, baby?” He asked as the car came to a stop at a light. Toji was staring right at you, a wide smirk on his face. Pressing your lips together, you refused to look back at him. You might have slept well, but waking up with slick coating your inner thighs ruined the entire experience, whether good or bad at all.

“Why do you care?”

“Ha! Why do I care?” His sharp laugh made you jolt, turning to glare at him as the car started moving again. “You must have slept well, you were knocked out on my lap.”

“Won’t happen again.” You grumbled, watching his hand fiddle with the radio and turn it to a random station.

“That’s what you think.” Giving your thigh a quick pat, Toji settled into his seat. Driving to the shopping district he had in mind, as soon as you stepped out of the car Toji was by your side with a hand on your back. “I’ve got some business to take care of first, let’s go.”

“Don’t touch me.” Shoving his hand away, it was right back where it was in seconds. A low wave of annoyance washed over you, but you started walking in the direction Toji was taking you. The annoyed feeling only grew as you passed people by on the street and women openly stared at him, not giving a care in the world about the gold band on his finger or the fact that you were next to him.

And he didn’t seem to care either. You could see the way he would look back at some of the women, sending them easy smiles or holding eye contact longer than normal. Walking into a jewelry shop, you were finally away from their prying eyes, but the hand Toji had on your back only got firmer.

“Want me to buy you a little something?” Toji whispered, leaning close to your ear.

“Like what?” You challenged, looking across the shop floor. There were countless expensive jewels just lying in wait behind thick glass cases.

“Whatever you want, baby girl. Just point and I’ll get it once I’m done.”

“Done with what?” Looking at him incredulously, you saw him nod to someone waiting against a back wall.

“Business.” Patting your back, Toji went to talk to them, slipping into a back room and leaving you alone on the shop floor. Trying not to stand out, you found an open chair and pulled out your phone, already bored.

“Finally.” You said upon seeing Toji appear in front of you after nearly thirty minutes.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, I was doing some negotiations.” Inspecting him further, you could see he was breathing a little heavier and there was just the slightest sheen of sweat above his brow.

“What, did you kill someone back there or something?”

“Almost.” He replied with a shrug. You’d meant it as a joke, but with the way Toji wasn’t smiling you couldn’t tell if he did too. Letting his eyes roam over the shop, he flicked his chin out. “Find something you like?”

“No.” Taking a step toward the door, you were tugged back by your sleeve.

“I bet you didn’t even look.” Toji chuckled, dragging you over to a case. “How about a little tennis bracelet, hm? We could add a little charm, how about a T?”

“I don’t want it, I won’t wear it.”

“Ah, sure you will.” Brushing you off, he waved over a sales associate. “Now, tell the nice worker what color you want, gold or silver.”

Walking out of the store with a pretty little bag in hand, you followed Toji to the next few stores he had to go into for ‘business’. Sometimes he was quick and you didn’t have to wait even a few minutes for someone to hand him a thick envelope that he tucked into the inner pocket of his jacket. Others, he’d slip into the backroom and you’d have to awkwardly wait around.

“Are we actually going to do some proper shopping today, or is this it?” You snapped after being dragged around for a good while. You hadn’t even wanted to come, but now you just felt like a kid being dragged around against their will.

“Relax baby, daddy’s done, he’ll pay attention to you now.” Toji teased, pinching your cheek and cooing at you.

“Whatever, lets go.” Swatting him away, you stormed off in a random direction, Toji’s laughter burning in your ears. It was your turn now to drag him from store to store, some you weren’t even interested in. Following you dutifully, Toji bought whatever you wanted regardless of price tag.

“Let’s go in here.” Toji stopped you right in front of a popular lingerie store. There were large adverts in the windows of scantily clad women dripping in lace and frilly garments, and there were a large number of people inside as well.

“You can’t be serious.” You blanched, watching in slight horror as he toed his way over to the front door.

“Cmon baby, you deserve something nice.” He said loud enough to have a few passersby giggle. Seeing your face turn from one of shock to embarrassment, Toji knew he had won. Following him into the store with your head down, you tried not to look at all the bras and panties displayed so prominently.

Taking a seat at one of the chairs near the front of the store, Toji kept his eye on you as you walked around. Seeing your fingers glide across silk and lace, pass mannequins in intricate pieces of lingerie, he couldn’t help but imagine you in some of them. He’d only gotten a taste of what you had to offer last night, and he already hungered for more.

“I think you’d look great in that.” He came up behind you as you looked at a bra and panty set, little red and white love hearts adorning lacy pink.

“Pervert.” Glaring over your shoulder, you tried to conceal that you’d grabbed a pair for yourself. “Go sit back down.”

“I get it, you wanna keep it a secret and surprise me.” Fishing out his wallet, Toji handed you the credit card he’d been using the whole day. “Take your time baby, I’m going to have a smoke.”

Making sure he left the store, you let out a sigh of relief at finally being alone in a place like this. It was bad enough he suggested it, but to have him watch you pick out underwear was downright mortifying.

Grabbing whatever you liked, you walked out with a sizable bag in your hand and a pretty long receipt. Toji was nowhere to be found outside the store, and as you scanned past the people milling about, he wasn’t on the street either.

You had his number, feasibly you could call or text him to find out where he was. But with a limitless credit card in your hand and newfound freedom, that was the last thing on your mind. He would find you eventually, say something snarky and tease you and then you’d be on your way to grab lunch.

“Excuse me, miss!” For a moment, you thought the gentle voice calling out to you as you walked down the street was Toji. But as you turn around and are confronted with a stranger, you’re reminded that Toji would never be so polite.

“Yes?” He was an average looking man, around Toji’s age.

“I couldn’t help but notice you walking around, you look so beautiful.” The man had a hopeful smile on his face, taking in your reaction to the sudden compliment.

“Oh, thank you.” Giving him a once over, you quickly spotted the silver wedding band on his finger.

“What’s your name? I’d love to take you out sometime.” Shuffling a tiny bit closer, the man was already pulling out his phone before he even finished the sentence.

“I’m s-”

“She’s not interested.” A heavy hand landed on your shoulder, yanking you back into a firm chest. There wasn’t a need to look up and see who it was, the distinct cologne wafting into your nose and the rough treatment was enough.

“Huh?” Bunching his brows together, the man looked confused between you and Toji.

“Huh?” Toji mocked, leaning towards him with a raised brow.

“I think she can speak for herself.”

“My baby doesn’t talk to insignificant flies like you.” Staring him down for a moment, Toji got him to turn tail and leave in a huff.

“I could have handled that myself.”

“Yeah, well I handled it better.” Turning you around, Toji smirks down his nose at you for a moment.

“What?” His look is unnerving, it makes your heart flutter a bit and that’s the last feeling you want to have for him.

“I deserve a reward, don’t you think?”

“A reward for what?” Scrunching up your nose, you recoil a little as Toji bends at the waist and presents his cheek to you.

“For coming to the rescue of a damsel in distress.” Tapping his cheek with one finger, he looks at you from the corner of his eye. “Don’t leave your daddy hanging, now.”

Looking him over, you weighed your options. It was only a kiss, an innocent little peck on the cheek. Where was the harm in that?

The harm came when, as you were leaning forward with your lips slightly pursed, Toji turned his head and kissed you square on the lips.

Jerking back in shock, you didn’t get far as Toji grabbed your chin to keep you in place. His lips were rough, dry and cracked and the scar on the edge of his mouth wasn’t helping in that regard.

Brushing his nose against yours, Toji didn’t keep the kiss going for long; even he had boundaries for being in public. Pulling away, he swiped your bottom lip with his thumb, grinning at your flushed face and slightly labored breathing.

“Daddy got you flustered?” He teased, taking the shopping bags out of your hand and holding them himself.

“No.” You reply a few seconds too late, your lip’s in a pout and your voice has a slight whine. Biting his lip, Toji scanned your face.

“God, the things you do to me.” Roughly grabbing your hand, he tugged you along down the street. “Let’s get some lunch, I’m fucking starved.”

“You’re back!” Your mother exclaimed upon your arrival, leaping up from the couch to hug both of you. She quickly hurried out of the way upon seeing all the bags Toji insisted on carrying in by himself, her jaw dropping in shock.

“Don’t gimme that look, babe, you know I had to spoil the little princess.” Toji laughed at her expression, dropping some of the bags into your hands and kissing your mother on the cheek.

“I-I’m just shocked...we never come back with that many bags when we go shopping.” Her voice was quiet as she looked between the two of you.

“You gettin’ jealous on me now?” Toji teased, poking her in the side and making her jump. “I was just following your orders, forming a closer bond with my new step-daughter.” Pointedly shielding the lingerie bag from her view, Toji passed it into your hands. “Maybe she’ll show you some of the outfits she bought, we even picked some out together.”

If by ‘together’ he meant he shoved a slew of tiny skirts and low cut tops into your hands in the dressing room and then bought them when you rejected all of them anyway, then yes, you could say you two picked some out together.

“Uh- yeah mom, I’ll show you some of the stuff later.” You nodded along, eager to escape the situation and hide in your room. Not waiting another moment after the words left your lips, you ran up the stairs and to your room.

Pouring out all the things Toji bought you, you couldn’t say you didn’t enjoy going out shopping with him. There was no limit to what you wanted, anything your eyes touched was yours in an instant.

“Knock knock.” Pushing open your door and swiftly closing it behind him, Toji held up the remaining bags. “You forgot some.”

“Thanks.” Reaching out to grab them, you didn’t get the chance as Toji set them down and stepped around you, grabbing the little bag from the first store you went to. Fishing out the velvet box, Toji opened it and dangled the dainty tennis bracelet from his finger.

“Put this on for me, will you? Wanna make sure it’s a good fit.” Dropping the bracelet into your hands, Toji chuckled when you struggled to get it on. “Need my help?”

“No I’m fine.” You said, pinching the clasp between your fingers desperately.

“Let daddy help you.” Grabbing your wrist and pulling you closer, Toji swatted your fingers away.

“Your fingers are too thick, how’re you ever-”

“Got it.” Releasing the bracelet, Toji watched triumphantly as it hung from your wrist. You barely mumbled a thanks before he was grabbing your wrist again, nearly pulling you chest to chest with him. “Now, what was that about my fingers?”

“N-nothing!” Slapping your free hand on his chest, your face burned terribly and only got worse as he laughed.

“No, no, go ahead and say it. My fingers are too thick, huh?” Grabbing your jaw, Toji slid his index and middle finger across your face until they came to rest on your lips. “Say ‘ah’.” Pressing your lips together firmly, you shook your head as best you could.

But Toji wasn’t one to take no for an answer and shoved past your lips, forcing your mouth open with his other hand and flattening your tongue. Clutching onto his wrist tightly, you looked up at him with watering eyes as his fingers slid too far back and choked you.

Growling at the sight of his fingers stuffed into your mouth, Toji dropped his other hand, grabbing your ass tightly in his hand and rocking your hips against him. Looming over you, Toji ripped his fingers from your mouth and slammed his lips onto you.

The kisses you shared before were nothing compared to this one. With a hand gripping the back of your head, Toji made sure not even a centimeter of space passed between you two. His lips molded to yours perfectly, mouths slotting together as he pushed his tongue in and claimed your mouth for himself.

Drool began to drip down the corners of your lips, sliding down your neck and chest and creating a glossy mess. It was getting harder to breathe the longer you went, your body quickly growing weak from lack of oxygen.

Gasping for air when Toji finally broke the kiss, your mind was spinning, barely able to focus on the fact that you were kissing your mothers husband and certainly not paying attention to the way Toji pushed you back onto your bed, body bouncing roughly on the mattress.

“God, I’ve been waiting for this moment.” Toji says with a sigh, climbing over your body and pressing his lips against the curve of your jaw. His hands pawed at your clothes, bunching up your shirt as he tried to get to your breasts.

“T-toji! Stop!” Letting out a scandalized gasp, your eyes flew to your bedroom door. Surely your mother would hear and come to save you.

“No need to be nervous, baby-” yanking down your bra, Toji palmed your breasts roughly, “daddy’ll make you feel good.” Sitting up just enough to yank your shirt and bra off, Toji held your arms down and stared lovingly at your chest, his cock twitching to life the longer he looked.

An argument had bubbled up from your chest, ready to spew out and knock some sense into Toji, but as he descended onto you, taking one of your nipples into his mouth and rolling it between his teeth, the words died just as quickly as they formed.

What was the use of telling Toji to stop when you knew he wouldn’t? There wasn’t a shred of doubt in your mind that if you yelled at him, told him it was wrong to cheat on your mother and fuck his step-daughter, he wouldn’t laugh straight in your face.

Fire back and ask why you think he cares about that? You’ve already seen the file he has on you and the lack of information he had on your mother. He’d already proven himself to be more than enamored with you and what kind of man would he be if he let something like ‘morality’ get in the way of what he wanted?

Moaning under your breath as Toji kissed and licked your chest, you had an argument with yourself brewing inside your head. You couldn’t deny that you enjoyed the attention he was currently giving you. He was confident in what he was doing, so sure of himself unlike some of the people you’d been with. The knowledge that came with being older was surely showing itself now.

Especially in the way he rolled his hips against yours, getting you to moan out a little louder this time, the sound coming from deep within your chest.

“Sound so pretty, baby.” Toji groaned, peeling himself away from you to shed himself of his clothes and to take the rest of yours with it. Letting out a low whistle at seeing you completely bare in front of him, Toji slapped his hands onto your thighs, peeling your legs apart to stare right at your cunt.

“Don’t look at me like that.” The pure animalistic look in his eyes had you throbbing, both with need and embarrassment. No one had looked at you like that before, unadulterated and hungry. Shyness crept in and you flung your hands down to cover yourself.

“No hiding, little one.” Smacking your hands away, Toji laughed at the pitiful, embarrassed whine you let out. “Aw, is someone getting shy? Can’t handle daddy looking at your messy cunt?”

“S’not messy.” You pouted, but it was true. A steady buildup of slick dripped out of you, coating everything between your legs and even dripping down between your asscheeks.

“You’re my messy little girl, aren’t you?” Ignoring your light protests, Toji laid himself down between your legs, making a show of putting your thighs on his shoulders and squishing his head with them. “I bet you taste as good as you look.”

With one last wink, Toji dove between your thighs, his tongue already out and ready to lap at your folds. The first touch of the tip of his tongue to your clit made you jump, hands flying down to grip his hair as your eyes went wide.

Flicking it a few times, Toji wrapped his lips around the bud, sucking hard as his fingers dug into your thighs firmly. You moaned just as loud as Toji did, the vibrations from his mouth travelling up to the ones leaving your chest.

Toji’s dream of being here with you, having you laid out on your back with his face buried in your cunt, had only gotten stronger as time went by. He nearly lost it in the lingerie store, seeing you walk so innocently around all the thongs and delicate lingerie. He had to leave to smoke a cigarette and cool down or else he would have dragged you into the dressing room in front of everyone.

Lapping at your entrance, Toji shoved his tongue in, his nose bumping your clit as he did. Massaging your walls, he drank in your essence, easily getting drunk off the taste and feeling of your thighs crushing his head. Painstakingly letting go of one of your thighs, he brought his thumb to your clit.

“Toji!” You gasped and your thighs got even tighter around him. Toji could barely breathe let alone think about anything but making you cum on his tongue and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Shoving his fingers between your legs, he slid them down to the hilt and felt your walls clamp down onto both them and his tongue. Your essence was everywhere now and he was sure the scent of your arousal would linger on his skin for days.

Putting his tongue on your clit again, Toji fucked his fingers into you. The obscene wet sound was music to his ears, a song he hoped to play over and over. Your moans had turned into babbles, your fingers carding through his hair as the pleasure washed over you.

“F-fuck-” Barely able to get the word out, you came on Toji’s fingers, whimpering loudly as he sucked your clit harder. You were sure you had crushed him for good now with how hard your thighs tensed up around him, but Toji seemed more than okay when they finally relaxed and fell to the wayside.

“What a good fucking girl.” Toji was breathless and lightheaded himself but he wouldn’t miss the opportunity to tease you, slap your quivering thighs with both hands and drink up your release. Your feeble hands were too weak to push him away, just a slight nudge on his forehead that he easily ignored.

Forcing air into your lungs, you got a moment's reprieve when Toji finally pulled himself away from your cunt. Your arms wound around his broad shoulders, pulling him into a half hug as your legs were hoisted up around his waist.

“You gonna let daddy take what’s his?” Toji whispered in your ear, blindly grabbing his cock and tapping tip against your clit.

“Yes!” You sobbed, nodding your head desperately. Glancing down between your bodies, you could see just how thick Toji’s cock was; his fingers surely did not compare.

Pushing the tip of his cock in, you could immediately feel the difference from his fingers. The stretch that his cock gave was unimaginable and you nearly broke into tears as he bottomed out.

“Hurts- s’too big-” Unwinding one arm, you pushed on Toji’s chest.

“Sshh, sshh, you’re fine.” He cooed, intertwining your fingers and pushing your hand onto the mattress.

“Toji…” Whining under your breath, you blinked away the mist of tears at your lashes and looked at him. “Daddy, please.”

The soft ghost of a smile on Toji’s face fell after hearing you call him daddy. His whole face fell, in fact, eyes going wide and pupils blowing out. The hand that was holding yours tightened, smashing yours into the mattress as his other flew to your thigh.

“Oh, you’ve done it now.” Toji could hardly get the words out before he was pistoning his hips, thrusting his cock into you at an alarming rate. He had intended on taking it a bit slow, savoring the moment more as he finally got to fuck you.

But that plan was gone and in its place was the plan to fuck you into the mattress, turn your brain and body into mush as he made you cum over and over again.

“Daddy! Slow down!” You wailed and in the back of your head you wondered if your mother could hear you, if she was outside the door just waiting to burst in on the two of you.

“Not a fucking chance.” Toji responded, voice muffled against the side of your neck. His tongue lashed out, hot and heavy against your pulse. Leaving bite marks along your skin, Toji growled into you, grinding his hips and getting a shiver down his back.

Already sensitive from your first orgasm, the second one came with no warning. Scratching your nails down Toji’s back, your feet dug into his back as your cunt clamped down on him. Any remaining sense you had, any thoughts about your mother or being caught were gone now, the only thing filling your head now was the drag of Toji’s thick cock against your walls and the way his balls slapped against your ass.

The sound of Toji fucking into you seemed to echo off the walls, mixing with the choked moans you let out and creating music to Toji’s ears. Every drag of his cock along your oversensitive walls, every thrust forward bringing another gush of your sticky release to coat his skin - all of it was heaven for him.

“Honey, have you seen Toji?” Your mother’s sudden call wafted down the hall as she came up the stairs, the familiar thud of her footsteps getting closer.

“Uh-” Your voice caught in your throat, fighting through the jumbled mess that was your mind to come up with a good answer.

“Better say something quick, I didn’t lock the door.” Toji smirked against your skin, forcing his hips to all but stop and grind painfully slowly against you, his skin just lightly catching your clit.

“I-I don’t know where he is.” Your tongue felt like lead, sitting stupidly in your mouth and barely forming the right words.

“Okay…” There was a pause as she trailed off and you could hear her right outside your door, feet shuffling a little as she thought of what to do next.

The sound of her footsteps trailed off and both you and Toji let out a gruff exhale.

“Finally.” He mumbled, pulling his hips back.

“Honey one more question, what do you want for dinner?”

“Pizza!” You screeched right as Toji snapped his hips forward. Burrowing your face into Tojis hair, you tried to stifle the squeals leaving your lips.

“Alright, I’ll see what I can do.” Waiting until her footsteps completely rescinded, Toji sat up on his elbow and smirked at you.

“Guess we’re having pizza for dinner.”

“Shut up.” Pushing his face back into your neck you avoided his teasing gaze. Chuckling to himself, Toji nipped at your skin.

“Now, where were we?”

Crawling out your room nearly an hour later with sweat on your brows and unstable legs, you tried to conceal the cum dripping down your inner thighs. Toji refused to let you clean up, sliding a pair of shorts onto your legs and telling you it would be a waste to get rid of the gift he gave you.

Sitting down at the table without him, you were thankful to be the only one there. No one could see the way you were trembling and squirming with every squishy gush of cum that seeped out of you.

“Hi honey.” Joining you a few minutes later, none the wiser to what had happened upstairs, was your mother. Greeting you with a soft smile, she was about to open her mouth to speak again when the front door opened.

“There you are!” She beamed at seeing Toji walk through the front door. Your brow furrowed at seeing him come through the door instead of walking down the stairs. He’d made a comment about climbing out of your window and acting like nothing happened, but you didn’t think he was serious.

“Yeah, went on a walk.” He shrugged, stepping into the house and holding the door open. “And look who I found on the way!” With a fake beaming smile, Toji waved his hand behind him as Megumi walked through the door looking as unimpressed as the day you met him.

“Megumi, you’re home!” Clapping excitedly, your mother shot up from her seat and to him, giving him a quick hug and taking the bag slung over his shoulder.

“Mhmm. Nice to see you again.” Polite as ever, Megumi smiled briefly at your mother.

“Go sit down at the table, we’re just about to have dinner!”

“Okay.” Nodding slowly, Megumi set his eyes on you, raking over your form as he took a seat across from you. The silence between you two was thick and you could tell there was something hanging on the tip of Megumi’s tongue.

“Hi.” You whispered, briefly making eye contact with him before looking at the wood grains on the table.

“Hi.” Sighing out the word, Megumi kept his eyes on your face, observing the way you bit your lip nervously and kept your thighs tightly clenched together. When his eyes dropped down to see the tennis bracelet on your wrist, you thought smoke would pour out of his ears.

“Getting acquainted with your new step sister?” Sauntering into the space, Toji roughly ruffled your hair, laughing at the way you swatted him away before doing the same to Megumi.

“You could say that.” The younger man replied, his eyes slightly narrowed looking between the two of you. Loudly pulling out the chair next to you, Toji sat down and slid his hand onto your thigh under the table.

“Alright, everyone, time to eat!” Ever the hostess, your mother appears without fail with the pizza you’d said you wanted for dinner.

As you ate, you could tell Megumi knew something was up between you and Toji. He always seemed to make eye contact with you whenever Toji’s hand strayed too high up your thigh and his thumb grazed your soaked slit. He was far too keen, sending you questioning looks whenever you would clear your throat to cover up a soft moan.

Left to clear the table with him, you couldn’t make eye contact with Megumi at all. The silence between you two was overbearing, made even more so when you went to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

“So, (Y/N)...my dad is fucking you, isn’t he?” Megumi’s abrupt question made the plate you had in your hands fall back into the sink with a loud clatter.

“W-what?” Staring down at the soapy water covering your hands, you could feel Megumi’s eyes burning a hole into your head.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice you two at the table. And I saw him climbing out of your bedroom window.” Taking a clean dish out of your hand, Megumi peers his head into your personal space, forcing you to make eye contact with him.

“And what if he is?” The lump in your throat was bigger than you expected, choking you as you tried to speak. This was it, now that Megumi knew he would tell your mother and life as you knew it would be over for you.

“Don’t cry.” He said softly, wiping off a tear on your cheek you didn’t even know was there. “My dad’s sick, taking advantage of you like this.”

“What?” Hiccuping softly, you rush to wipe the other tears off.

“I knew ever since he started dating your mom that he was into you, I’m sorry I didn’t try and stop him.” Megumi sighed heavily, shaking his head as if to chastise himself. “I’ll have a talk with him and-”

“N-no, don’t.” Sniffling the last of your tears away, you force your voice to be steady. “I can handle it.”

“(Y/N), he’s not a good man, he won’t listen to you if you just tell him to stop.”

“I know, I just-”

“Then let me help you!” Clearly growing agitated, Megumi’s voice rose and his palm slapped against the counter, making you jump. There was silence, then the shuffling of footsteps with Toji appearing in the kitchen entryway with a furrowed brow.

“What’s going on here?” Looking between the two of you, his gaze settled on Megumi. “You, speak.”

“I know what you’re doing.” Megumi glared at him. Refusing to back down, he remained locked in a stare with Toji as the man approached.

“Yeah? And what that might be?” Coming nearly face to face with each other, you noticed how close in height they were to each other, with Toji only a few inches taller.

“You’re taking advantage of (Y/N).”

“Ha, and who said that?” Flicking his eyes to you, Toji chuckled. “Cause I know it wasn’t her.”

“You’re disgusting, you know that? You’re married to her mother for God’s sake!”

“Whoop-de-fucking-doo, you’re so observant.” Spinning his finger in the air, Toji pushed Megumi’s shoulder. “What do you plan on doing about it?” Quirking a brow, Toji didn’t wait even two seconds for a response. “I know you’re just upset I got to her first, kid. Now all you’ve got is your little hand at night.”

“That’s not true!”

“Even if it’s not, keep your fucking hands off what’s mine.” Hooking an arm around your shoulder, Toji pressed a kiss to your temple. “If I catch you so much as jerking it when she’s around, I’m kicking your ass.”

“Fuck you.” Megumi spat, his fists clenched at seeing Toji touch you so casually. It boiled his blood to see his dad treating you like this; there wasn’t a doubt in Megumi’s mind that you weren’t suffering with him around.

“Sorry, not into boys.” Letting you go, Toji slinked away to the fridge and grabbed a can of beer. Leaving without another word, as he turned the corner Megumi slammed his hand down against the counter.

“That fucking bastard.” He snarled, hanging his head low and trying to calm his shaking breath. Slowly releasing the tension in his body, Megumi stood up straight and ran a hand through his hair. “Sorry, I need to take a walk.”

“Okay.” You whispered back, probably going unheard as he stormed out the back door. Leaving the rest of the dishes in the sink, you left the room as well, going up to your room and staying there for the rest of the night.

It’s deathly quiet in the house the following day. Any instance where Megumi and Toji are in the same room, the tension rises dramatically. Refusing to even acknowledge the others presence, Toji has already whisked your mother away for an impromptu date night at five pm, promising to stay out late with a biting tone directed at Megumi.

“Finally that dirtbag left.” Huffing as soon as the door is closed, Megumi slumped onto the couch. “I can’t stand him, I don’t get what your mother sees in him.”

“I have no idea.” You mumble, feigning disinterest and scrolling on your phone. In truth, whenever you had a moment alone during the day, Toji had come up to you and touched you, teasing you by cupping your ass or kissing you. All you wanted to do was go upstairs and relieve the burn between your legs, but no good excuse to leave Megumi alone came to mind.

“Some of my uni buddies sent me home with a gift, if you’re interested.”

“What is it?” Sending him a curious look, you watched him hop up from the couch.

“You’ll see.”

The gift in question was an unopened bottle of liquor one step up from the bottom shelf. It didn’t smell good when he opened the bottle and even mixed with some juice from the fridge, the burn as it went down your throat was horrid.

“Are you sure this can be called a gift?” You blanched, face scrunching up tightly in displeasure.

“When you’re on a budget like we are, yeah.”

“I thought Toji sent you money?” Swirling the liquid in your cup, you watched Megumi take a bitter sip.

“Why would I ever use his money?” Sure, Toji made sure Megumi’s bank account never hit below five digits, but that didn’t mean he wanted it or even asked for it. Leaving well enough alone, you turned on a random movie and kept drinking, keeping all mentions of Toji at bay.

It doesn’t take long for the two of you to get properly drunk, words slurring together and dumb drunk giggles shared between you. It was easier to get to know Megumi this way, his likes and dislikes and general personality; the harsh scowl on his lips was gone, replaced with a lopsided smile.

“I gotta take a leak.” Stumbling up from the couch, Megumi strolled out of the room, keeping his hand on the wall to steady himself. Flipping through your phone in his absence, a sudden text caught your attention.

(Toji): daddy’s bored baby, send me a little something

(Y/N): like what?

(Toji): I’d love to see you in that new lingerie

Giggling coyly as if he’d spoken the words directly to you, you kept a tight grip on your phone as you made your way to your room. Megumi and the movie on the TV didn’t even cross your mind as you closed your door and went straight to your dresser drawer.

It was a bit of a hassle getting your clothes off and then the new ones on, your vision was swimming and every few seconds you stopped to giggle at yourself and your lack of ability. Bumbling through sliding the lacy panties up your legs, you flopped onto bed and opened the camera.

Emboldened by the alcohol, you took several pictures of yourself for Toji. Nearly all of them were at least slightly blurry, some brazen shots of your cunt through the panties while others were tasteful shots of your breasts.

Sending them off with a few heart emojis and a little ‘sorry, I’m drunk’ tacked on, you clutched your phone to your chest as you waited for his reply.

“(Y/N), you in here?” Megumi threw open your bedroom door with no warning or second thought, his eyes bulging out of his skull seeing you spread out on your bed in lingerie.

“Gumi, get out!” Throwing your hands over your body, you let your phone fall to the floor. Stuck in a drunken stupor, Megumi didn’t leave the room, but he did look down at the text Toji sent you.

“Why is my dad texting you that he’s fucking rock hard?” Curling his lip in disgust as he read the message aloud, he scrolled up to see the previous messages, his mouth falling open at seeing your pictures.

“Megumi!” Snatching your phone angrily from him, you gave him a hard shove. “Leave!”

“(Y/N), don’t let him do this to you!” Megumi barely moved from the push.

“Just leave!”

“No! I won’t let him ruin your life!” Grabbing onto your shoulders, Megumi swayed slightly. “I know it can be exciting to get attention like this but- but don’t do it with him.”

“You don’t know anything.” Crossing your arms over your chest, you refuse to meet Megumi’s eyes. He’s silent for a beat, weighing whatever options are inside his head.

“I do know some things.” Licking his lips nervously, Megumi tilts his head and catches your eye. “I do know anyone is better for you than that nasty fuck. Even I’m better than him.”

“Yeah?” For some reason, you crack a smile for him. There’s something about how adamant Megumi hates his father that makes you laugh a little.

“Let me show you.” His voice drops and Megumi shuffles closer to you, the fabric of his t-shirt grazing your nipples through the thin fabric of the bra. The action, along with the way Megumi looks at you, has the heat between your legs picking up again.

You’re grabbing his collar and kissing him before you can take a full breath in, lips drunkenly smashing against each other as you stumble back onto your bed. Megumi’s hands go up and down your sides, grabbing and squeezing your flesh between his fingers.

Kissing down your neck, Megumi’s hand slides under your panties and he doesn’t speak on the fact you’re already wet enough that he can slide two fingers into your cunt with ease. Even if the fact does catch his mind it’s gone just as quickly as he grinds the heel of his hand on your clit.

Sloppily rutting into your thigh, Megumi lets out a pleased sigh when you tug his sweatpants down and free his cock. Jerking him off as you kiss, he swats your hand away when he finally gets fully situated overtop of you.

“Fuck.” You both groan as he slides in, your panties hooked to the side because both of you were too frantic to properly take them off. Megumi kisses you as he thrusts into you, noses bumping painfully together as you chase your high.

Even with Megumi looking exactly like him, you still find yourself wishing it was Toji above you. They sound nearly identical as well, Megumi’s groans a dead ringer for his fathers. Keeping your eyes squinted, you force the image of Toji to be the one in front of you and combined with Megumi messily rubbing your clit, you’re able to cum with a soft moan the same time as Megumi.

“Shit, I came inside.” When the glow of his orgasm finally subsided, Megumi pulled out of you with a hiss and slid your underwear back into place.

“It’s okay, I’m on the pill.” A decision you were happy about, remembering Toji had cum inside you as well. Sitting with you a few minutes longer, catching his breath and lightly petting your hair, Megumi comes to a slow stand.

“I’m going to take a shower, try to get some sleep.” Pulling your blanket over you, the two of you share a smile before he leaves. Your phone lays forgotten on the floor, all the ensuing text messages from Toji ignored as you fall asleep.

It’s not that he’s upset. No no, Toji could never be upset with you. He was more disappointed than anything. Coming home in the dead of night to an empty bottle of vodka on the floor and his son passed out drunk in his bed, and then coming to your room to see you still in the lingerie you’d sent pictures of with cum that wasn’t his smeared along your panties.

No, Toji wasn’t upset. But the way he ripped the blanket off your body could lead you to think otherwise. Staring at you, passed out and utterly helpless beneath him, the desire to ruin you had him rolling his shoulders. He was getting excited at the prospect of hurting you, teaching you a lesson in not sharing what was his.

Climbing on top of you, Toji spread your legs apart, a sick grin pushing his cheeks up. It wasn’t everyday he got to use his own sons cum as lube, and it surely wouldn’t happen again. But as Toji slid his cock into you and the squelch of it sounded around his cock, he couldn’t help but let out a deep, low laugh.

Lighting a cigarette over you, Toji goes slow in fucking your sleeping body. He doesn’t need to worry about your mother possibly wondering where he was; he had drugged her on the way back home. Megumi wouldn’t wake up even if you screamed, liquor was always a good nightcap for him.

Maybe Toji was a bit upset, because the longer he stared at you, the more irritated he became. He knew he would have to take care of Megumi later, smack the kid around a few times and send him on a train back to university. But with you, your punishment needed to be special.

“Wakey wakey, sweetheart.” He sang to himself, nearly dropping the cigarette dangling between his lips as he shifted forward and wrapped both hands around your neck. Slowly increasing the pressure, Toji’s eyes flew open in delight when you choked and sputtered to life.

“Toji?!” Your voice was practically none existent, there was hardly any air left in your lungs for you to make a sound. Your fingers clawed at Toji, struggling to be let go in your still drunken haze.

“Thought you could go and be a slut, did ya?” Leaning over you, Toji begins to pound into you. Although there’s a slightly softer give because you’re still wet, your cunt still burns painfully from the treatment and Toji refuses to be even the slightest bit gentle.

He lets go of your neck when your hands fall slack, clamping one hand on your waist as the other ashes his cigarette over your stomach, watching as it settles onto your skin.

“Le-let me go.” You force the words out between hard gulps of air.

“Why, so you can fuck my son again?” He cocks his head to the side and takes a long drag, blowing the smoke right in your face.

“How do you-”

“Cameras, baby. I put cameras all over the house and there’s a couple in your room right now.” Toji revels in your surprised expression and even more so in the pained one you give him when he takes another drag and puts the lit cigarette against your skin. You scream exactly how he wanted you to and he does it again and again.

“Toji! Toji stop, please-” You sob, trying to swat away the cigarette butt getting your hands pinned to the mattress instead. Looking down at your thighs, there’s several blooming burns taking shape, marring your skin and leaving bloody welts.

“Only if you stop being a slut.” Finally done with his cigarette, Toji flicks it onto your bed to be dealt with later. Planting both hands by your head, Toji sneers down at you. “Tell me, are you ever going to fuck someone else again?”

“N-no.” Tears cloud your vision and you shakily put your arms around Toji’s shoulders as he fucks you even harder.

“No what?”

“No daddy!” Fully wailing, you bury your face into Toji’s neck when he leans down close enough. “No no no no.” Your quivering little cries are all Toji needs to cum, slamming his hips against yours one last time before stilling completely. He breathes deeply as his seed mixes with Megumi’s, too much for your cunt to handle as it spills out when he pulls out.

“That’s what I thought.” Toji isn’t gentle when he removes himself from you. He’s even less so in removing your lingerie, ripping it to shreds with his bare hands and touting that it was ruined now. He leaves you alone for a few minutes, returning in only his boxers with a new shirt in his hands that he forces onto you.

Sitting at the head of your bed, Toji pulls you into his lap. His shirt does a good job of covering the burn marks littering your upper thighs, something you want to forget about sooner rather than later.

“I’m telling my mom.” The words fall slowly from your mouth, taking all your courage to say. Toji snorts, lighting another cigarette and blowing the smoke into the air.

“Life’ll get a lot worse for you if you become a little tattle-tale.” He says it calmly, meeting your eye when you pull away to look up at him. “Who do you think stopped all those debt collectors? Payed off this shitty house and filled not only your mom's bank account but also your fridge.”

“I-”

“Who’s gonna take care of her if I leave? You two certainly weren’t cutting it without me.” He’s right and you know it. The truth of the matter was that you couldn’t survive without Toji’s money and if your mother left him, the two of you would have an even harder time finding work.

The truth made tears burn your lashes and fall down your cheeks, hiccuping cries left your lips that were only slightly muffled by Toji pulling your head into his chest. Putting out his cigarette, he ran a hand down your back and cooed.

“Oh pretty baby, don’t cry. Daddy won’t do it again, he promises. So long as you promise to keep that little mouth shut and let him do whatever he wants. We got a deal?” Toji half nods your head for you, pressing a big kiss to your forehead.

“Daddy, m’tired.” Sniffling loudly, you force the tears to stop falling, biting your lip to stem the flow.

“Let’s go to sleep then.” Shuffling you under the covers, Toji follows suit. He smells strongly of cigarettes, the scent overtaking you as his head hits your pillow. Pulling you against his body, Toji grips your ass tightly. “Goodnight doll.”

“Goodnight.” Biting back another wave of tears, you push your head into Tojis chest and will yourself to go to sleep.

Being awoken with your step fathers hands around your neck had been scary and was imprinted on your mind for the rest of your life. But waking up in the morning with your legs over his shoulders and his face buried in your cunt was surely a memory that would stick with you as well.

“There she is.” Toji grinned, his chin glistening as he looked up at you. “Took you long enough.” Shoving his tongue deep into you, Toji stifled any opportunity for a response. Your heels dug into his back, hand shooting out to grip his messy bedhead. With how sensitive you were already, he must have been between your legs for a while.

Sucking on your clit, Toji groaned as you gripped his hair painfully hard, your back arching high off the bed as you came. Your body thrashed around, hands trying to pull Toji closer while also pushing him away. Pulling his mouth away, Toji rubbed his fingers against your clit in the absence of his tongue.

“Good morning, princess.” Laughing when you smacked his hands away, Toji sat up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, making a show of licking off all of your slick that coated his face.

“G-good morning.” Breathless from the ordeal, you dumbly kissed Toji back when he knelt down and captured your lips. You could taste yourself so strongly on his tongue and smell yourself on his skin.

Breaking the kiss, Toji helped you dress for the day. He didn’t make any mention or acknowledge the marks on your legs, only giving them a flitting glance as you pulled on some pants.

Walking down the stairs together, to your horror Megumi was already in the kitchen when you walked in. He glared angrily at Toji, giving the man a wide berth as he moved about the space. Slinking to the farthest wall, he sent you a pitying look and took a sip of the coffee in his mug.

“Good morning!” Your mother announced her presence with a loud yawn, barreling into the kitchen with terrible bedhead and a stumble to her walk.

“Good morning mom.” You couldn’t look her in the eyes, keeping your head bowed as you returned her greeting.

“Morning honey.” Toji smirked, kissing your mother right on the mouth and keeping her there for a few seconds.

“Get a room.” Megumi mumbled under his breath, rolling his eyes at the two.

“Toji, what’s that taste in your mouth?” Smacking her lips together as she pulled away from the kiss, your mother furrowed her brows. “Is that a new gum or something?” Making direct eye contact with you, Toji snorts and pulls her into a hug.

“Yeah, something like that.”

#tw: pseudoincest #tw: cheating #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen smut #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #tw: noncon #tw: dubcon #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen scenarios #jujutsu kaisen fanfic

[suguruverse]

— HAIKYUU BOYS WHEN YOU PULL A APRIL FOOLS PRANK ON THEM

includes - suna rintarou, oikawa tooru, iwaizumi hajime and bokuto koutaro

a/n - don’t ask why i posted this a day late but pls enjoy <33

published date - 02/04/21

↳ SUNA RINTAROU

- sick of your bullshit 1.0

- he thought you just making his lunch like you normally do

- he often said that you didn’t need to but he always looks forward to lunch time when he gets to see what you made him

- so today when you made him lunch, he was not suspicious at all

- when he took a bite, he was like why? is? it? so? spicy?

- but he remained calm and just kept eating

- and by the time he was half way through his lunch is was sweating buckets

- his face was red, he was aggressively blowing his nose, sweat was dripping down his face and he was chugging bottles of water like it was nothing

- he didn’t even suspect that it was a prank, just that you have weirdly high spice tolerance

- his teammates were getting a little bit worried, seeing him stick out his tongue like a dog and fanning his face like his life depended on it

- yeah, you guys were gonna have a long conversation at home

- he had just finished his 4th water bottle when he received a text from you

lol text convo - sunas pov

m’lady: how’s the food baby? :)

me: why’s it so spicy

me: it tastes good but i think i’m dying

me: laugh out loud

m’lady: dang i didn’t think it would be THAT spicy

me: huh?

m’lady: happy april fools??

me: fuck you

m’lady: is that a promise?? 🥺🥺

me: shut up i’m crying rn

m’lady: then come home you dramatic bitch

me: i’ll remember this day you damn brat

- in conclusion pranking him sucks and he always gets you back for it

- except his pranks are 100% worse and probably emotionally traumatising

↳ OIKAWA TOORU

- this man istg he is so annoying

- this man is so needy and dramatic

- but that’s probably why you decided to do this

- he just has the best reactions for pranks

- yeah nah i have no idea what you were thinking when you decided to do this

- ditching a date with your boyfriend to hang out with your friends??

- um big mistake

“my love, are you ready for our dinner date yet?”

- yeah you weren’t, babes we going clubbing, but he didn’t know that

- and plus your outfit didn’t really speak ‘fancy dinner’

“oh tooru!! great, i need your opinions! what do you think of my outfit”

“darling, you look absolutely stunning, but a bit much for a dinner date don’t you think?”

“baby what? i’m going out with friends tonight, to the club, but don’t worry, i’ll be home early”

“my love?? we had a date tonight. did you forget? we’ve been planning this for awhile”

“tooru, what’re you talking about? i told you i was gonna go out ages ago”

“oh but-“

“oh shit tooru, i’m late, i gotta go, i’ll see you later okay? see you later my love”

- and you left, leaving your boyfriend heartbroken

- he literally dropped onto the floor clutching his chest hoping you would come home and see him, then cuddle him until the morning

- and there he laid for another 10 minutes in disgust

- how dare you leave your precious boyfriend for your friends

- you decided you were done pranking him so you enter your apartment to your boyfriend cracking open a new vodka bottle

“tooru!”

“oh... it’s you”

“um yeah”

“i thought you were going out with your friends. what? did you finally remember about the date with your handsome boyfriend?”

“tooru”

“no go away, i’m mad”

“april fools tooru”

- when i tell you this man gave you the biggest side eye

“hmph i knew that, i just wanted to see how far you would take the prank”

“okay baby, sure you did”

“pfft darling, don’t underestimate your lovely boyfriend, so come on let’s go”

“go where”

“cuddle, obviously, i still haven’t forgiven you”

- 4/10 dont prank him, he’s annoying

↳ IWAIZUMI HAJIME

- sick of your bullshit 2.0

- he swears you’re gonna give him grey hairs during his 20’s and let’s be honest you probably are

- he just worries about you too much

- he hates seeing you hurt, sick, stressed or just uncomfortable in general

- so you were hella cruel for doing this to him

*massive thud noise lol idk*

“OW, haji, HAJI it hurts please hurry it hurts so bad”

- all of a sudden your boyfriend becomes an olympic sprinter

“doll? what’s wrong baby? did you fall? is your ankle okay? do you want me to get ice? call an ambulance?”

“haji, please i don’t know, it just hurts so bad. please make it stop”

“doll it’s okay, just breathe, can you do that for me pretty girl?”

“mhm”

“good girl, it looks like you sprained your ankle, i’ll go get some ice, okay doll?”

“please hurry haji, it hurts a lot”

“it’s okay, i’m sorry, i’ll be back super quick”

- you were gonna cry, your boyfriend was being so cute and considerate

- yeah well wait until he finds out this was a prank

- in less than 2 minutes, he came running back with an ice pack

“here doll, does this feel better?”

“mhm, thank you haji, i love you”

“i love you more, c’mon i’ll carry you to the couch”

- ugh what a man

“hey haji?”

“yeah doll? what’s up?”

“happy april fools”

“huh?”

“i’m not actually injured, it was a prank”

iwaizumi: 😐😑😐

“i should have known, you fucking brat”

“hehe sorry, can i have a hug”

“no, hug yourself”

- 202/10 bc he’s husband material and has nice arms

↳ BOKUTO KOUTARO

- babie 🥺🥺

- you always loved leaving him small motivational notes for him and he loves it so much

- he always has the biggest smile whenever he sees a note that you wrote in his lunch or his duffle bag

- but today you put like 391 notes in his bag without him noticing

- so when he arrived at practice, he was hoping to get changed into his gear but was instead greeted with a pile of notes

- he picked one up at looked at it

“you look like the scum between my toes”

- okay that was mean

- so he picked up another

“your armpits smell like blue cheese”

- he could have started crying right then and there

- so he texted you

bo’s pov

me: baby :((

my pretty baby: what’s wrong my love? did something happen at practice?

me: did you put these notes in my bag? :((

my pretty baby: i did!! happy april fools baby!!

my pretty baby: did you not like it?

me: it was mean, should i read all of it?

my pretty baby: i spent all night writing it so yes

my pretty baby: but you don’t have to if you don’t wanna, some of them are really weird and mean

me: no i wanna, you worked hard on them!!

my pretty baby: are you sure? they might hurt your feelings

me: im sure!! im stronger than you think!! :))

- the rest of msby saw some of the notes and laughed

- atsumu texted you about how funny they were

- but sakusa told you to never do it again because he doesn’t wanna deal with bokuto crying ever 

- what a babe

- 827282/10 because he’s such a sweetheart

#haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x you #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu!! #suna headcanons #suna hcs #suna imagines #suna x reader #suna x you #suna x y/n #oikawa headcanons #oikawa hcs #oikawa imagine #oikawa x reader #oikawa x you #oikawa x y/n #iwaizumi headcanons #iwaizumi hcs #iwaizumi imagine #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi x you #iwaizumi x y/n #bokuto headcanons #bokuto hcs #bokuto x reader #👼🏼 — angelskiss

[extravaguk]

sex education 2.0

pairing: college!au, jungkook x reader

summary: "Are you calling me boring?" Jungkook gasps dramatically, looking at you dumbfounded and visibly offended. You roll your eyes, taking a napkin and leaning forward to wipe the crumbs of garlic bread on his lips.

"First of all, don't talk with your mouth full, you pig. Second of all," you stop to take a sip of your coke, aware of Jungkook's expectant eyes on you. "A little, yeah." 

wordcount: 9k

genre: smut - angst(? not rlly - fluff, like tons bc im a slut for fluff

rated: m (duh!2.0)

warnings: alcohol and weed consumption, just jk and tae being bros having bro convos, switch!reader, switch!jk, but mostly dom!jk, dirty talk, glimpses of poorly written bdsm, reader being a jealous and ‘insecure little bitch’ (her words, not mine),slapping (dont worry i tried to make it funny), how i met your mother spoilers (sorry im a gemini i spoil shit), spanking, degradation kink, back at it again with the spit kink, slight anal play, beware!of jungkook being a sweetheart, a lil mean at the end but a sweetheart nontheless.

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Three months of being in an actual commitment with Jeon Jungkook, your brother's partner in crime since the young age of five and, therefore, a common denominator throughout your childhood and teenage years, has proven to you a few things you never knew you would discover about the boy himself: Jeon Jungkook is definitely not what you thought him to be. 

You thought growing up with him would've been enough telltale about everything that made Jungkook be, well, Jungkook. He wasn't as immature as you had believed prior to the beginning of your relationship, he was funnier than you remembered -although maybe you found him funnier now that Taehyung wasn't in the picture to interfere with infantile inside jokes that you never were able to grasp-, and smarter than he had ever let you known before. Although you're sure the main reason his grades had started to improve was solely you and the way you rewarded him by opening your legs everytime he passed an exam. 

But above all, if there was something that had truly surprised you about Jeon Jungkook was the fact that he was truly an absolutely and undeniably softie.  

You loved it. Loved the random scribbled love notes he sometimes left in your backpack before kissing you goodbye to leave for his own class, loved the Spotify playlists he made exclusively just for you -with genres that varied between sappy and romantic and wanting to tear your 'wet ass pussy' in two-, loved the late night texts filled with emojis telling you how much he missed you when both of you were too busy doing assignments and studying to see each other -even if it hadn't even been 48 hours since you last saw each other-. You loved how careful and sweet and thoughtful he was. You really did. 

But.

"Are you calling me boring?" Jungkook gasps dramatically, looking at you dumbfounded and visibly offended. You roll your eyes, taking a napkin and leaning forward to wipe the crumbs of garlic bread on his lips.

"First of all, don't talk with your mouth full, you pig. Second of all," you stop to take a sip of your coke, aware of Jungkook's expectant eyes on you. "A little, yeah." His mouth falls open and you supress a laugh. You really shouldn't be enjoying this so much, but there's something about Jungkook's reaction to his ego being bruised and that terribly adorable pout on his face that just makes your insides tingle with joy. 

"What do you mean? I've had plenty of girls in bed before you, like a whole lot, and none of them have ever called me boring! They loved this adventurous and fun dick, alright? Why do you think-" you raise a brow, scrutinizingly. It still amazes you how with just a simple expression and no words needed, you can make all color from Jungkook's face banish and how quick he is to reach for your hand across his bed. "But I only love youuuu, and you're the best thing that has ever happened to me and my dick like, baby, have I mentioned how head over heels I'm for you?"

"Only like five times today." rolling your eyes again, you pull your hand from his to toy with the peperoni piece on your slice of pizza. Jungkook swallows the lump in his throat, he was starting to get truly concerned now. You couldn't possibly...?

"Are you not satisfied? I mean, do I not make you feel good or...?" there's clear worry in his voice and that makes you meet his eyes, shaking your head hurriedly. Now it's you who take his hand in yours.  

"No! No, babe. I love sex with you! I love everything you do to me, I love how you treat me, I love how you make me feel. I'm a hundred percent satisfied, I swear, It's just..." you sigh, dropping your gaze to rub slow and reassuring circles to the ink adorning his skin. "All I'm saying is... I may also want to experience what all those girls have experienced with you, y'know... the not so vanilla stuff. But you always seem to be scared to try new things with me, and I don't know if it's because of m-"

"Baby," Jungkooks soft voice calls out to you, removing the pizza box in between the two of you to slide closer to you on the mattress. He craddles your face with his fingers, tilting your chin up to make eye contact with you. "_____, don't say that. I just don't ever want to cross any boundaries. I don't want to hurt you or do anything you might not like or regret later, you know that, right?" placing a small kiss on your lips, you hum in content nodding your head yes.

"I know that." you pull him for another brief kiss, oddly not caring about the faint taste of garlic and spice on them because that's what love will do to you. "But what if I do want you to hurt me? What if I want you to fuck my mouth with no mercy until I cry and slap my face after you've cum all over it while you call me a slut?" you pause, eyes meeting his through your eyelashes. "Or viceversa."

It's not that Jungkook is afraid. Because Jungkook is afraid of nothing in this world. He will murder any spider in his way, he will throw a punch to anyone who denies mint chocolate ice cream as the superior ice cream flavour -and he knows that means he will have to literally fight like the entire population on planet earth-, and he will Rey Mysterio you if you ever discredit or deny his incredible skills playing Overwatch.

Jeon Jungkook prides himself in being fearless in every aspect of his life. Except when it comes to you. 

So yeah, maybe he was a little afraid. Because hearing you use the words 'choke', 'slap' and 'slut' in the same sentence did things to him that he didn't deem possible considering none of you were newbies anymore to intimicy. You have been together for three months, for God's sake, but you still made his cock twitch like the first day and he's sure in twenty years you'll have the exact same effect on him.

He didn't want his most primal instincts to overpower the respect and love he'd harboured for you since you were kids because at the end of the day, one, you were still his best friend's little sister, two, he appreciated you too much to ever cross any lines, and three, as cliché as it sounded, you were nothing compared to the girls he had been with previously. What he feels towards you cannot be compared to anything he had experienced before. 

And fuck, was he in a predicament. Because you made him weak in his knees for you and you were not even aware of it. You were not aware of how badly he has wanted to explore and take things way further, way out of both his and your comfort zones. But he's terrified. He's terrified because all he wants is to to take care of you and what if he fails at the one thing he's swore to himself? What if he lets the darkest side of him consume him and at the same time consume you? What if he does actually hurt you, not just psichologically but also physically?

He would never be able to forgive himself. And neither could Taehyung.

And that, was also tormenting him.

Taehyung seemed fine with the two of you dating -or at least that blow to Jungkook's face seemed to ease things between them-, but Jungkook is not dumb and has felt his best friend slowly distancing himself. 

Sure, they were still best friends and will ever will. Taehyung is loyal to Jungkook and Jungkook is loyal to Taehyung. Has been that way since they were five and that will not change just because Jungkook's caught feelings for his little sister.

But the phonecalls were not as often and not as long as they used to be; in rare occasions Jungkook could sense a certain type of awkwardness between them that really had never happened in their friendship, and sometimes Taehyung's jokes seemed to hold more truth than lightheartedness. 

And to top it all off, Jungkook's dilemma regarding you was eating him alive and, usually he would turn to Taehyung for girl advice, only to later realize he was also frightened of doing that. 

But a Friday night at 2 a.m, Jungkook decides he can't take it anymore. 

"Sup, man." Taehyung's voice answers Jungkook's phone call on the second ring, like he always does. 

"Hey, bro." Jungkook clears his voice, suddenly feeling self conscious. "Are you busy?"

"I don't know," his friend seems to be chewing on what Jungkook bets is red Skittles -yes, only the red ones- because he just knows him too well. "Are you busy still fucking my little sister?" 

Taehyung chuckles at his own joke, but Jungkook doesn't. He knows there's no malice, but he can't help to think there might be. He settles for a sigh. "Yeah." he can hear some shuffling on the other side and the clicking of a computer mouse. Jungkook would also bet he was playing Among Us and he would lie if he said he wasn’t disappointed he hadn't called him to play with him. "Y'know what, it's not even important, I'll just call y-"

"Come on, man. You haven't even laughed at that and you usually laugh at everything I say even when no one else does." Taehyung swirls in his chair, his attention fully focused on his best friend. "Seriously, what's bothering you." Jungkook takes a deep breath, rubbing the side of his face. 

"It's about _____."

"_____? As in, my little sister? Who you're fucking?"  

"Tae, dude-"

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. Go on." Taehyung stiffles a laugh and waits patiently for Jungkook to continue.

"She um... Fuck, I hope this isn't weird, dude. I really do. She wants to like... rough it up in the bedroom, I guess? And I just... I don’t know... I'm terrified dude." There's silence filling the gap between Taehyung and Jungkook and Jungkook almost feels like throwing up. 

"You're coming to me for sex advice... about my little sister?"

"I know, dude but... Who else I'm supossed to talk to? Jimin? Hoseok?" Jungkook sits up on his bed, an ugly knot beginning to form in his stomach. "I mean, you're my best friend," Jungkook swallows again, voice cracking. "...right?"

It's Taehyung's turn to sigh after a few seconds before he replies. "Forever and always, bro." His tone settles Jungkook's uneasiness. There's nothing but honesty in it. "Listen, Guk. I really don't know what kind of advice to give you because, literally, ew. But I do know my sister, and if that's what she wants and she's communicated with you about it, it’s because she trusts you. And I trust you more than anyone in my life. So there you go, man."

Relief washes all over Jungkook's body and he lays back on the bed again, heart not beating as hard as it was a few seconds ago. 

"Thanks, dude." Jungkook smiles. "Sorry for calling you so late."

"No problem, bro." Taehyung smiles as well, swirling his chair back to his computer screen. A weight of his own being lifted. "Among Us next time?"

"Yeah, I'll let you know. Good night, bro."  

Taehyung calls Jungkook's name before he can hang up. "Hey, man?"

"Yeah, man?"

There's a pause between them and then Taehyung speaks. "I love you, man."

Jungkook supresses the threat of tears about to spill because he knows Taehyung would try to bruise his other other eyebrow if he ever found out. Or hug him to death. Or both.

"I love you too, bro."

"This reminds me of the first time you gave me a blowjob." Jungkook chuckles, watching you get down on your knees between his spread thighs, make up free and sporting a similar low messy bun as that time he's mentioning, except this time you're wearing one of his hoodies engulfing your smaller frame. Proof that this time around, you're exclusively his and no one else’s.

"You mean the blowjob of your life." you giggle as you reach out to pull down his sweatpants, deligthed to see he decided on not wearing any underwear. Your spit on the back of your hand and immediately wrap it around the base of his rock hard cock while his own darts out to push the strands falling down your face behind your ear, heart eyes emoji looking down at you looking up at him. 

Your tongue swirls around the tip timidly, swallowing the drop of precum oozing as he sighs heavily and lovingly. "Every blowjob you give me is the blowjob of my life." he unties your hair from the band holding it together because he prefers his fingers to be the hair tie, prefers to be the one to guide the bobbing of your head up and down his dick. 

You hum in appreciation against him, cherry balmed lips wrapping fully around the head of his cock and he hums back. "Love seeing you on your knees for me with your pretty mouth stuffed, fuck." You take him deeper, closing your eyes. 

Your hand moving accordingly to your mouth and your panties already wet, clinging to your folds. It's really not your fault Jungkook is the most delicious eye candy on earth and how fast can the mere sight of him make your pussy lips quiver. You slurp around the head obscenely , a moan of yours mixing with a moan of his. "Hands on your back." 

You obligue, removing your hands and growing excited at the dominating low tone his voice exerts. The grip he has on your hair tightens and controls your motions, pushing you further down his dripping shaft until your nose hits his pubic bone. He holds you there, his own eyes closing shut and his dick twitching insde your mouth. A thrust of his hips make you gag and has one of your hands flying to tap his leg two times, letting him know you were in need for air. 

He releases you, pulling you back until his cock is pulsating in front of you. He looks down at you, both breathless but the difference is you look so messy. Eyes watery, chest moving heavily and saliva leaking from your lips. 

Yeah, there was a reason Jungkook hasn't been like this with you before. The sight of you submitting completely and looking so nasty was too much for him to handle. He might never want to see you any other way than this. 

"Isn't this what you wanted, huh?" the free hand that had been supporting his weight on the matress grasps your face harshly, making you lock eyes with him.

 "I thought you wanted me to choke you with my cock like a little whore?" you nod your head eagerly, unable to form words. Your pussy throbs, prompting you to rub your thighs to get some sort of relief as his thumb smears the spit adorning your lips. You're quick to envelop it in the warmth of your mouth, an involuntary moan leaving your throat. "Such a pretty slut," he lets his cock slap against your cheek, removing his thumb to move his hand back to his previous position. "Open again."

You do, his length entering your mouth again -that you gladly accept- and then he's shoving you down by your hair. "Shit, gonna fuck your mouth so good..." 

And he does, not holding back anymore, his hand thrusting your head along his shaft until your throat tightens around him repeteadly, struggling for breath. But you take it, you take the aggresiveness and the degradation because fuck, you've been waiting for so long to know what this feels like. To have Jungkook be mean and have this type of control and power over you and you're enjoying it a bit too much. 

"F-fuck, I'm gonna cum, leave your mouth open." he releases on your tongue, not able to look away from the image of you with tears falling down your eyes and mouth drenched with him and your spit, some of his cum staining down your chin and the corners of your lips that he gathers with his thumb and pushes back into your mouth. He groans, watching you swallow all of it like a good girl, your tongue grazing around his digit for the remainings, gaze not leaving his. "Let me grab my phone real quick, I need to take a picture of this."

You were definitely not the jealous type.  

You prided yourself on being able to recognize when your behaviours were due to your own insecurities and removing all sorts of feelings of uncertainty from your mind. You never liked toxic patterns or the glamorization of them and your relationship with Jungkook was proof. You knew relationships were supossed to be based on blind trust and faith in your partner and yours definitely reciprocated in the same way. 

"So can anybody tell me why Eunha is basically all over my boyfriend right now?" you wish you could blame your state on Hoseok's weed, who's sitting on the left side of the couch right next to you at the frat party. You really wish you could have an explanation for the way your heart tugged in such a weird way and your stomach swirled dangerously until almost making you nauseous. You really tried to blame your overthinking on the joint you had just passed to your friend. 

You knew it was bound to happen someday, especially considering Jungkook had always been a ladies' man and the kind of attraction from both men and women he was able to manifest, willing or unwillingly. You just never thought it would happen so soon and in such way that made you clench your fists so tight and your nails dig into the palm of your hands so painfully. 

"I mean, they did have like a long fling a few years ago, didn't they?" Seulgi, sitting on your right, chimes in. 

That was true. Longer than most flings Jungkook ever had before you.  

"Yeah, before she dumped him." Hoseok adds.

Your eye twitches and your jaw contracts. Because that, was also true, and it was mostly what was bothering you so much. 

Had it been Jungkook the one to move away from his situationship with Eunha like with most girls, you wouldn't have such a problem with the way she's shamelessly leaning towards him from across the room. Or the way she's twirling a strand of her hair between one of her fingers while battling her lashes. Or the way she's hysterically laughing at whatever he was saying, because your boyfriend was funny, but he was not that funny. 

You were not the jealous type, and Jungkook definitely wasn't giving you any reason to be, because as coquettish as the blonde was being or as provocatively as she was pushing her tits into his arm, he politely keeps his distance and tries to also engage with Jimin in conversation, leaving her pouting. But that wasn't enough to not make you start seriously questioning your feminist ethics right now. 

"Wait, you're not jealous, are you?" Seulgi turns to you, offering you the joint -how long had you been focusing your attention on Jungkook and Eunha to not realize it was your turn again to smoke?-. You take it, hesitating between answering right away or taking a hit before doing that. You were never a good liar. You look between your two friends who are looking back at you with their eyebrows raised.

"I-" you close your mouth and run your fingers through your hair. "Maybe? I don't know what I'm feeling and I don't like it one bit." 

"Aw, babe." Seulgi squeezes your knee, eyes showing you sympathy. "Jealousy is a natural response to any relationship."

"I know..." you take the joint in your hand, taking a long drag before letting the smoke out. "I just don't want to sound like an insecure little bitch!" you whine. "I don't want to be like 'Oh, why would Jeon Jungkook, a God of the Olympus, dare give his attention to a peasant as unworthy as me!?' Like no, he's just a man. A little less mediocre than most but a man nontheless. I'm not going to doubt myself or other women just because he's more beautiful than most, and hotter, and funnier and has a massive co-" you notice you're getting carried away by the look of disgust in Hoseok's face and Seulgi trying to hold back a laugh. 

"Anyways, he's lucky to have me. We're both lucky to have each other but sometimes I feel like I might be the luckiest out of the two. And seeing Eunha looking so pretty and throwing herself at him is triggering me because..." you pause to take a deep breath and lounch back on the couch. "What if he realizes one day that I'm luckier than he is and he could be luckier with someone else?"

There's, ironically, a long silence. Ironically because the sound of Travis Scott making the walls tremble is anything but, until Hoseok speaks.

"I think you feel that way because you still haven't seen how that boy looks at you, _____." and then he motions to the spot from across the room you had been observing for too long, the spot where Jungkook is now glancing at you after noticing your detectable distress, with a frown on his features. 

'You okay?' he mouthes, his fist raising in the air in a thumbs up, questioningly.  

Your heart jerks, and not out of bitterness or envy caused by a girl trying to get your boyfriend's attention. Because his attention is always entirely on you, no matter how many feet are separating the two of you. 

'Yes' you mouth back, with a nod of your head and an encouraging smile that has formed itself on your face. He beams as well at you. Mouthes an 'I love you' and puckers his lips in a flying kiss that makes you giggle. You mimic him, your heart tight against your chest. 

Hoseok is right. You have nothing to worry about.

Jungkook is in love with you. Sometimes, he thinks, he's too in love with you.

"Can't believe I'm letting you do this."

"Can't believe you're such a pussy."

Jungkook huffs in annoyance. He would smack your ass right now if his hands weren't restricted by a scarf of yours he had never seen before to your bedpost. He would also send you a mean look if his eyes weren't covered by the only tie he owned and had so generously lent to you. 

When you mentioned you wanted to try this, he expected you to be in this position. Not the other way around.

He's sprawled on your bed, only his boxers covering him as your legs straddle his waist and you tighten the hold of the scarf around his wrists sternly. He winces and manages an 'Hey!' He knows you're only wearing your panties because he can't feel anything else and he's felt one of your naked tits brushing  his face as you tied him up. He also tried to catch one of your nipples in his mouth as a form of punishment, to no use because you swiftly backed away from his attempt. 

"I've never been a bottom before, this is new for me." he says. He really doesn't mind any of this. He's just not used to it. He knows he'd be lying if he said it didn't turn him on a little bit, even if he'd rather be the one to have you completely unmoving and naked beneath him. Especially now that you're skimming your nails up and down his torso.

"Mm, good to know." your lips follow the path your fingers created, from the center of his chest up, moving steadily and tracing soft kisses over his flesh. 

"Don't worry. I'll be gentle." you croon, dragging your tongue from the pulse of his neck to his earlobe, nails scraping lightly over his left nipple. Jungkook shudders, air sucked in through his teeth as his mouth opens on its own. Taking advantage of this, you place a kiss on the corner of his lips before slipping your tongue inside. 

He answers simultaniously, his own tangling with yours, swallowing each other's moans. Your hips set a slow peace, clothed cad core griding over the length poking between your thighs. His hips move unvoluntarily, trying to find some sort of friction to make up for the fact that his hands are unavailable to knead your ass and pull you closer, if that was even possible.

You separate from him, raising on your knees. Jungkook whines in protest, hips buckling up from the mattress to try to meet yours again.

"Jungkook, I'm serious, stay still!" 

"I take it back." his voice shaky and hands straining against the tight hold the scarf you tied around has on them. "I don't like this. Untie me so I can fuck you, babe." he complains. You sit on his tiny waist, your thighs trying to stop his movements. 

You take a moment to assess him. He looks too beautiful for his own good: hair courtaning his forehead, biceps bulging and abs flexing. You can't see his eyes but you know they might be glassy. You bite your lip to supress a whine of delight. You almost consider doing as he says. Almost. 

But you mantain your ground. Your jealousy from the other night had been crawling slowly from within these past few days and since you couldn't take it out on Jungkook any other way because he really wasn't to blame, you figured you'd try something new to punish him and let some of your supressed anger vanish. 

Twisting your body back to pull down his boxers, not all the way, just enough to have his cock springing free from the confines of the fabric and slapping against your asscheeks.

"Has toxic masculinity seriously polluted your brain so much you can't take this seriously?" you fall forward, one of your hands balancing you beside his head as the other wraps around his neck, a tentative hold not yet to constrict his breathing. 

He gulps, his body's tense and his Adam's apple is prominent under your touch. All he can see is black but he'd do anything to watch your pretty tits bouncing in front of his face. "I don't like this conversation either." he pouts.

"Then why are you so hard?" you grin, holding yourself back from laughing as he hesitates for an answer. You lean closer, mouth against his ear as you whisper. "I'm so wet right now, I could take you just like this. No lubrication at all and my pussy would just swallow your dick." Feeling his girth still between your ass flutter, clearly affected by the sultry tone of your voice. You remove your hand from his neck seeing as he has stopped moving obediently. Reaching back, you slide your panties to the side and align your entrance to the head of his leaking cock. 

"Fuck, baby, please~" Jungkook's pleads fills the air, hips desperately back in motion and sliding just a few inches inside your drenched heat. The warmth envoles him instantly, your pussy pulsates around him and neither of you can't help the in synch groans tearing from your throats. 

"Just the tip" you lick your lips, your voice betraying you as you resist the urge to glide the rest of his lenght inside your quivering core.

"Just the tip, my ass." 

Out of sudden, Jungkook is swiftly lifting his hips from the matress, sinking all the way in. You cry as your body jumps forward, face hidden in the juncture of Jungkook's sweaty neck. His thick cock stretches you out as nice and deep and perfectly as he always does. You mewl. This was not supossed to happen at all.  

"See? This is what you really wanted." you can hear the chuckle threatening to spill from his lips, anger starting to boil inside of you again. 

Regaining a little bit of your lost control, you lift yourself on your trembling knees and sit back again, the tip of his dick hitting your cervix. You groan in unision, placing your hands on the hard planes of his chest and steadying yourself to try to reclaim your dominance. Finding it troublesome, because Jungook is set on having it his own way, his thrusts meeting yours in perfect synch.

You really shouldn't feel your climax approaching so soon but somehow battling for control while bickering with Jungkook is about to send you over the edge and that's making you even more annoyed.

"I swear to God, Jungkook. If you don't stop moving and shut the fuck up..." your murmur through gritted teeth, jaw slackened and eyes fluttering shut.  

"What?" he spats, breathing rugged and voice coarse. "If I don't shut up, you'll wha-"

The sound of a sharp smack echoes inside your room and Jungkook's movements freeze on the spot. His head is turned to the side from the impact, and a faint print of your fingers is adorning his  already stinging cheek. None of you mutter anything for a few seconds, until concerned words start to rush out of you.

"Ohmygod, Jungkook, I-"

"Did you just slap me?" Jungkook is unmoving, his mouth agape and you can picture the incredulous expression his eyes might be oozing. "Baby, what the fuck?!" You're mortified. Your hands cover your mouth and your eyes, wide open, stare down at him although he can't stare at you back.

"Babe, I don't know why I did that, you wouldn't stop talking and I know that's not an excuse but it-" 

"It was fucking hot." a breathy laugh in disbelief leaves his chest. Your forehead creases, hands falling down to your chest to try to steady your incessant heartbeat. His tongue darts between his pearly teeth, a smug smirk on his features. An eyebrow of yours raises as you size him up, the realization that his body is completely motionless now hitting you.

Lurging forward, you pinch his jaw between your fingers, your hips carry on their grinding on their own accord. He releases a raspy moan, your walls clenching around him as another hit strikes his cheek, softer this time. 

"You gonna be good to me?" you mutter against his lips. He nods slowly, his mouth salivating as your hips swirl on top of him. He blindly tries to reattach his mouth to yours, but you dodge him, going for the skin of his clavicle instead. "Can I fuck you slow like this until you're filling me with your cum?" He squirms when he feels you sucking a pretty purple bruise on his flesh, your cunt dropping all the way down his cock, leisurly grinding against his pelvic bone, looking yourself to find some relief to your clit. 

"Ah!" his head tilts back, back slighlt arching as you soothe the mark on his neck with your tongue. "That m-might be s-sooner than you think, babe" he admits timorously, swallowing the lump in his throat, the veins on his neck on full display. 

You sigh in content because, thankfully your orgasm is also closer than he thinks it is. "M-me too-" you gasp, your face buried on his shoulder, letting your fingers brush his ebony hair, nails gently scrapping his scalp as you keep the tortuous movements of your hips against his, his girth hitting that spot just right everytime until you feel the knot in your tummy finally snapping. "C-cum, J-Jungkook, I-m-"

Jungkook doesn't need to be told twice because he has been holding back from it for a while now, not really willing to admit he was enjoying this as much as he was. With a thrust of his own fused with the way your pussy is tightening around him it's enough to send him over the edge, an unpredicted cry emanating from his vocal chords harmonizing with your own, his whole body tensing as your walls milk every single drop of his cum. 

For several minutes you stay just like that. Jungkook's hands still tied, blindfold still on, his mouth still agape as his chest rises and falls until his breathing becomes steady again. And you, on top, your fingers tangled in his dark locks, your breath fanning against his neck and his release dripping down your thighs. You stay like that until your body starts shaking with uncontrollable laughter. 

Jungkook tilts his head towards yours, eyebrows furrowing and eyes still covered.

"What was that noise?" you manage through your giggle fit. "'Aaah!'" You've never made a noise like that before, I can't- it was so funn-"

Even while still being strained and blindfolded and with you making fun of him, a loopsided goofy smirk starts making an appearence on Jungkook's features. 

Fancy dinner parties were never your thing. 

Wearing heels that were too high -specifically to try to match Jungkook's height-, a new expensive dress that you were surely going to return as soon as the event was over because you definitely could not afford it and socializing with Jungkook's clique was definitely not the way you envisioned your Saturday night going. 

At least Jungkook had barely been able to keep his hands for himself at the sight of you wrapped in emerald green silk and lace. But even that couldn't make you feel less uncomfortable and out of place. 

Yugyeom, one of Jungkook's friends, had definitely more money than your boyfriend had previously let you know. Apparently, being a 'lil rich' as Jungkook had mentioned meant booking a luxurious restaurant to hold a dinner party with at least fifty people who looked just as 'lil rich' as Yugyeom's Gucci tuxedo.  

'It'll be alright babe. Yugyeom always insists on celebrating his birthday like it's an Oscar after party. We'll just eat some of that disgusting caviar and then head home to watch Netflix, I swear'. 

And yes, caviar was gross, but so was the fact that Jungkook had failed to mention a certain someone would also be making an appearence. 

After introducing you to a few of his friends and realizing that Mingyu's frendliness and amiability helped you feel more relaxed, he had excused himself to the bathroom, leaving you and his friend to entangle in a heated conversation about How I Met Your Mother's finale season. 

You were thankful for Mingyu's humble nature and easygoing talk for a few minutes until you finally spotted your boyfriend making his way back into the room, stopping in his tracks to acknowledge a group of friends from his class. 

Again, you wouldn't have such a problem with a certain blonde if she would just stop looking at Jungkook with stars in her eyes and pressing her cleavage against him while playing with her hair. It was hard to keep track of your conversation with Mingyu while Eunha was standing right next to your boyfriend and seemingly ogling up at him. It was also hard to not let your mind waver to dangerous territory when you took notice of how disgustingly good they looked together. 

Just two attractive people who would look disgustingly good together. 

Mingyu's voice makes you turn back to him. 

"...I don't know, like, Barney was a womanizer until Robin, you know? He changed for her! They were just perfect for each other, but they had to throw it all away by killing the mother and then making Robin marry Ted? And Barney going back to his old ways?" Mingyu sounds exhasperated and you would laugh and find it cute if your stomach wasn't tugging again in a way that made you regret drinking so much wine so fast. Specially after his last statement.  

"That's what I'm saying." you mumble, turning your attention back to your boyfriend in the crowd.

Jungkook wouldn't go back to his old ways. He loves you. There's nothing to worry about.

But as you watch him start to make his way towards you, you also watch the way Eunha grabs the sleeve of his blazer to pull him back. She leans in, whispers something in his ear to which he just shakes his head, says something that it's impossible to decipher from here you're standing and simply walks in your direction. 

Still, as much as you tried to be neutral and objective and not a 'jealous little bitch', it's almost impossible to hide the sour expression on your face. It's impossible to unclench your jaw throughout the entire evening or lose the too tight grip on your glass of wine. Even when Jungkook whispers in your ear if you're okay, you merely nod yes. You avoid eye contact with him and everytime he tries to slip your hand into his, you dodge him it by wrapping your arms around yourself, claiming how cold it is.

Jungkook is not dumb. 

He know something's up but he's also not stupid enough to cause a scene in public or preassure you into talking. So he settles on wating and being patient. Even as he slips his jacket on your stiff shoulders with pouty lips and his eyebrows drawn together, all he does is press a small kiss to the back of your neck. It takes all power within you to not throw yourself in his arms. 

But as midnight approaches and it's time to leave, you notice a change in Jungkook's behaviour as you say your goodbyes. His hand on your back is not just a soft caress, instead, his fingers pull you closer, dig into your skin as he drags the both of you to where his car is parked. Now it's him who avoids your gaze. His tensed jaw and his tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek is a visible indicator that Jungkook is pissed. 

You know his body language as well as he knows yours. And now, as he opens the door of the passanger seat so you can slide in, the guilt and the remorse of acting cold towards him for hours is finally dawning on you. 

"Are you going to tell me now what was that about?" when he closes his own door shut, he doesn't bother to put his seatbelt on. Just grips the steering wheel as he turns to you. 

"I-I don't know what you're t-"

"You don't know what I'm talking about?" he laughs, not a bit of humour in it. "I know scenes like this make you feel uncomfortable but I actually thought everything was going fine. I leave you for five minutes with Mingyu and when I come back, you won't look at me, won't touch me, won't act like I'm your boyfriend. Like I did something wrong. So please, _____, tell me, what's going on?"

You know there's no excuse for the way you acted. You know it's not Jungkook's fault he attracts attention and it most definitely not his fault if an ex of his is still hung up on him. You know it's your own fault and you know you should not try to excuse yourself and fight back. You'd swore to yourself you'd push down any feelings of jealousy deep inside until they disappeared. But something about tonight makes you explode.

"Why was she being all over you?"

Jungkook's face twists in confusion. "What? Who?"

"Eunha! Who the fuck else? She was all over you a few weeks ago at Minghao's party, and she was all over you tonight!" your voice is louder than you would've liked but at this point all you care about is letting it all out.

"This is what all of that was about? Eunha?"

"Yes! I've seen her on campus as well! Always trying to get your attention! I don't care that you have friends in common, but specially tonight, she whispered something to you and she was looking at you like she-"

"Who cares how she looks at me? All you need to care about is how I look at you because the only thing I care about is how you look at me!" Jungkook exclaims, clearly exhausted of this conversation. 

You sink in your seat and look away as the knuckles on his hands turn white from gripping the steering wheel. 

"_____," he calls you gently,  but his voice mantains a stern tone to it. "We don't do jealousy. I thought we were supossed to trust each other blindly. Have I not proved to you how sickenly in love with you I am? Do you not trust me and what I feel?"

"I-... Of course I do. I-just... I don't know. You're right. That was uncalled for." you wrap yourself in the warmth of Junkook's blazer, trying to make his scent wash away any ugly resentment and guilt in your body. 

"Wanna know what she said to me?" a rethorical question, because he was going to tell you anyway. "She asked me if I was going to stay for Yugyeom's after party, way past midnight. Wanna know what I said?" he turns to you. "I said no, I'm spending the night with my girlfriend."

None of you say nothing after that. He just puts his seatbelt on and starts driving. It's not too much of a far drive to his dorm, but the silence and the awkwardness makes it feel so much longer than it should be. You don't remember the last time Jungkook was mad at you. Actually, you don't think Jungkook has ever been mad at you. He loved the banter, loved to tease you, loved being competitive with you. But you had never seen him being avoidant of you. And that feeling tears your heart on the seat of his car.

"Are you mad at me?" you ask, voice barely audible, when the car stops at a red light. His dark eyes meet yours, his face immediately softening as he studies your expression. Then he picks one of your small hands in one of his big ones, brings it to his lips and lightly kisses your knuckles. He communicates with his eyes what he doesn't with words and it's enough to make you feel secure, at least for now.

When you finally arrive at Jungkook's room, he holds the door ope for you and lets you walk in, but he's still unusually quiet. So much so, you start to worry you might have fucked up big time. 

You stand there, not knowing what to do as you watch him sit down on his bed, slipping his shoes and socks off and loosening the tie around his neck. His hair, that was perfectly styled a few hours ago, is now messy by the amount of times his hand has pushed it back. He looks too yummy, and you hate the fact that tension and a little bit of fighting has managed to make him look as delectable. 

You ignore the heat starting to form in your belly because now it's not the time to be horny. Not when you still need to apologize and make things right. He's rolling  the sleeves of his black shirt down his forearms when you decide to speak. 

"Jungkook, I'm very sorry." you start, as you remove his blazer off you and place it on the chair right in front of his desk. "I don't know why I acted the way I did. I dont get easily jealous and I really don't think I am but..." your throat constricts your words for a moment. "The more I love you, the more frightened I get when I think that one day you'll realize I'm better off as your best friend's little sister. I-I dont know what I'd do with myself if that ever happene-"

"Take off your dress." Jungkook's impassive voice and emotionless face startles you and you freeze on your feet. 

"What?"

"Did I stutter?"

His elbows rest on his knees and he's holding your stare with his. His doe eyes lack that free spirited and amusing glint they usually have. He looks bored, scrutinizing you. He's not challenging you. He's commanding you because he knows you will obligue. 

That's why you gulp and slowly slide the straps of your dress down your arms until the fabric pools at your feet. His eyes waver along your naked breasts, nipples perking up like the mere intensity of his gaze is ordering them to. He doesn't make a move and doesn't say anything for a few seconds. He doesn't compliment you like he normally would at the sight of you almost naked in front of him.

His lack of words make you feel insecure, regardless of how turned on you are. You're used to Jungkook being reassuring, you're used to his lighthearted jokes and his playful kisses in the bedroom. But you're not used to Jungkook telling you what to do and keeping his distance while doing so. Your arms move on their own to hide yourself.

"Don't. If you hide from me, I swear to God, _____." he watches you as you let your arms fall back to your sides, your chest moving up and down while you struggle to breathe. You can't deny Jungkook's gruff voice and his eyes studying every bit of skin available to him like he hasn't seen you naked before is not making your underwear stick to your lower lips. 

"JK, I just don't think this is the right moment to-"

"On my lap." your heart skips a bit, a thrill of excitement coursing through your veins.

"Jungkook-"

"I said, get on my lap, face down." he says again, this time slower. One of his eyebrows quirk up. "Or would you rather me drag you myself? Or make you crawl?"

Your eyes widen, and your feet are quick to approach him. Your nipples tingle, your core is throbbing and your cheeks are adorned by a beautiful blush that Jungkook doesn't miss. 

He doesn't move until you're in front of him, just to help you lower yourself on his lap, your cheek and your nipples touching the mattress and your ass up. You close your eyes when Jungkook skims his fingertips over your skin, his carressing relaxing your body until he eases your nerves a bit. He sighs when he notices the way that poor excuse of a thong sticks between your folds as his strong hands massage your buttcheeks. 

He's taking his time, his fingers gliding over your soft skin, his breathing too calm for your liking. Until one palm of his hand collides sharply against your right cheek, sending your body forward. You gasp, the stinging making your body want to pull away. But he's quick to catch both your wrists behind your back, keeping you in place. 

"Jungk-!"

Another smack, this time harder, on the same cheek. 

"Did I give you permission to talk?"  

Smack. This time on the left cheek. Your back arches on its own will, presenting more of your ass to him unwittingly. Your eyes squeezed shut and bite the inside of your cheek as you rub your thighs together. You keep quiet as his hand lands another blow on your ass. 

"That's a good girl. Now," his voice is gentler this time as his hand soothe your reddened cheeks. "do you think what you did tonight was okay?" you say nothing, only a mewl slips past your lips. Another smack. "Answer me."

"No." you lick your lips, anticipating more. 

"Do you think it was funny to pull a stunt like that?" 

Smack.

"N-no!"

"No, it wasn't. Spread your legs for me." you do as you're told and he finally pulls down the drenched piece of lace down your thighs. He leans forward, spreads your cheeks with one hand as he lets a glob of spit fall directly into your lips. He makes you gasp when his fingers start sliding up and down your folds slowly. 

"I've had to put up with this kind of behavour since the day you begged me to fuck this tight, virgin pussy like the little slut you are." you whine, face red as humiliation starts to creep in. Jungkook slips one finger in, pumping it slow and easy. Your hips move to take him deeper.

"I tried to be a gentleman, you know?" he says, adding a second finger. "I've tried to treat you nice and sweet and be the best boyfriend I could be to make you happy and keep you satisfied in every sense of the word." his thumb finds your clit, rubbing tortuous circles. 

"Been compeletely whipped since I kissed you for the first time. Haven't looked at other girls because I just can't when I have everything I want to look at right in front of me." murmuring, he starts to get lost your pussy and how it swallows his fingers and how obscene you look and sound, dripping right on his trousers. He watches his fingers moving in and out, almost hypnotized. "Yet, somehow..." he pulls away. You whimper in protest. 

"Somehow, you still seem to doubt me." His hand smacks your cheek again, wet fingers spreading your essence all over your skin.

"P-please, please." you cry. You miss Jungkook's sadistic smile before he releases the grip on your wrists, still keeping you on his lap. Both his hands spread your cheeks now, and another glob of spit falls right into your asshole. His fingers find your cunt again, easily taking you almost over the edge.

"If you could only look at yourself right now... All spread out for me like a needy whore in heat" his thumb teases your unexplored rim, hesitantly, coating it with his spit and your own arousal. He presses in slowly. You gasp, your body tenses and Jungkook stills his movements immediately. There's silence for a few seconds. 

"Too far? Should I stop?" and there's your Jungkook, concern lacing his voice. His free hand caresses your back, your body relaxing, laying back down obediently. His fingers are still inside you and his thumb is still asking for entrance. He leans forward, placing a small but comforting kiss on the bruised skin of your right asscheek. 

"Go on." you whisper, but he doesn't move right away. This time, it's his own body that tenses momentarely before going back to his tranquil demeanor. He breathes through his noise as his fingers pick up where they left off. 

"Yeah?" you swear you hear him swallow a lump in his throat. "Gonna let me finger this tight little ass like a good slut? Mm?" his thumb slides deeper, slightly stretching you out while his fingers work your pussy in a solid rhythm. "Gonna let me stretch you out little by little until I can open you up with my cock one day?" his movements speed up, fingers sliding out of your cunt to play with your clit and his thumb slowly moving in and out. "You don't wanna talk now? You just want to stay silent while I fuck your ass and-"

And then you're cumming, so unexpected it takes both of you by surprise. Your hands grip onto Jungkook's sheets, your thighs clasp around his hand as you scream his name. He doesn't stop though. He rides you through it, encouraging words mixing with filthy insults that prolong your orgasm until you're squirming beneath him. 

"Shit, baby... My hand is soaked." he mumbles, as he slowly removes his fingers and thumb from you. "You okay?"

You faintly nod your head yes, not able to find words through your dry mouth and your pussy still convulsing. 

"Good. Get on the bed. On your hands and knees." 

You somehow manage to slip from his lap and position yourself as he says. Except your arms and legs are shaking. Although the sound of Jungkook undoing his belt and his hands gripping your hips and bringing you towards him until the head of his dick is at your entrance is enough to make you forget about how tired your body is. You surrender to him, not even bothering to hold yourself up on your arms, your fingers crumbling the sheets and your face buried into the pillow. 

When his cock enters you, a pitiful moan leaves your mouth. His thick lenght slides into your heat, filling you perfectly as he always does. It's a wonder how well he fits inside you. 

"Such a perfect slut for me. Always ready for me to do whatever I want with her, since day one. So tight, so ready. So, so perfect. All mine." he talks as measured as he moves, dragging each word out as his hips find a nice tempo. 

Then he doesn't move for a while with his dick buried between your walls, and you know he's holding himself back. You turn your head slightly to look at him. He catches your eyes instantly. Sees your mascara running down your watery eyes, and your smudged lipstick and your messy hair and then he's giving you that look. That look that lets you know that Jungkook is, indeed, whipped for you. Leaning in, he presses his shirt-covered chest to your sweaty, naked back. His cock dives deeper, not an ounce of space between you as he lovingly kisses your cheek until his mouth finds yours. 

He kisses you hard but soft, tongue meeting yours for the first time since you entered the room. Jungkook is not a man of words. He's silly, and a jokester, and finds it difficult to express how he's feeling. But when he kisses you, or looks at you, when he touches you, or when he makes love to you, even if it's as dirty and filthy as right now, he's always able to transmit exactly what he can't vocally.

He's telling you there's no other place he'd rather be than here, with you. 

When he pulls back, a string of saliva still connecting your lips, his hand moves to the back of your head, fisting your hair in a tight hold that makes you arch your back and desperately moan for him.

"A-and you're mine." you sob.

It's like something snaps inside of him. He growls and suddenly his hips lose control. He nails you against the mattress, his grip on your hair pulling your head back, his lips against your ear as your cunt clenches around his cock. 

"Just yours. All yours." his grunts send shivers down your spine and you're close again, even in the painful and uncomfortable position your body is in. Being at Jungkook's mercy and him being at yours is enough to have you seeing starts.

"This is the only pussy I want wrapped around my cock. Your lips are the only ones I want to kiss. You're the only one I want between my arms." It only takes two flickers of Jungkook's free hand against your nub and his next words to tip you over. "You belong to me, and I belong to you."

You squeal as you come, and Jungkook bites your shoulder to keep himself from doing so as well as he follows shortly. He fills you up with his release,  but he doesn't release you from him. He wraps his arms around your frame, both your bodies becoming soft as he rolls over to one side with your back still pressed to his chest, cock still inside you. His lips find their way to the skin of your shoulder and the back of your neck. His breath fanning your flesh makes you smile.

"That is so not like my sister. I'm telling you, she never gets jealous." Taehyung says over the phone. He's munching on something again and Jungkook would bet all the money in his wallet again he's eating Skittles. Red Skittles. "So, everything cool now?"

"Yeah, man. We just talked it out, you know?" Jungkook's gaze falls on you, laying on your stomach on his bed, laptop iluminating your face, earbuds on and your head moving to whatever music you're listening to. Jungkook would bet all the money in his bank account it's Shape Of My Heart by The Backstreet Boys. Or at least that's what he's been able to guess so far. He was never good at reading lips, specially when trying to guess boybands' lyrics. 

Friday's nights meant late 1990's/early 2000's pop nostalgia for you. It meant shaking his head and spending the following week trying to get Britney and Xtina songs out of his brain for him. Although lately, he hadn't been trying that hard. Jungkook sighs in content, not really trying to cover the fact that he might be looking at you like a starstruck teenager. Which, it was totally fair because that's exactly how he feels about you. "Communication is key, bro."

He keeps watching you until your head perks up and catch him gawking. You smile at him and he smiles back.

"By 'communication is key' you mean you actually fucked my little sister silly right? Bro, I swear, I'll block your numb-"

"Sorry man, gotta go." 

"And now you're gonna fuck her silly again, right? You son of a b-"

Jungkook hangs up just as you take your earbuds off, making his way to you to kiss you silly.

#jeon jungkook #jungkook #bts #jungkook smut #jungkook fluff #jungkook imagine #jungkook fic #FINALLY #took me a month to gain motivation and inspiration back!!!

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(part 1) i am loving these anakin x mother figure concepts 😄 could i also request one haha, after order 66 reader survives and becomes a grey jedi. while on a mission, she runs into darth vader. they fight for a little bit, but soon stop after they recognize each other through the force. surprisingly, vader isn’t hostile towards her while they talk, but he’s not calm either. reader refuses to keep calling him vader. after their convo reader slowly approaches him and

Something You're Not

Pairing: Darth Vader x fem!reader

Fandom: Star Wars

Warnings: Darth Vader, female!reader, mother figure!reader, crying, mentions to feeling like a failure, fighting, mentions to Order 66

Word Count: 1,352

A/N: Hello lovely! Wow I loved writing this request! First Darth Vader request, woo! It was so fun to write because the entire time I felt I could see this all playing out! Thank you for the request and support! I appreciate it so much! Feedback is always welcome and appreciated, I really hope that you all enjoy this one!!

Summary: You finally reach the force signature that had been reaching out with you for weeks, only to realize it's none other than Darth Vader, the boy you once raised.

PART TWO, PART THREE, PART FOUR

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"Rex, take care of Ahsoka for me... I know how badly she wants to be on this mission. I can't risk it," you mumbled through the holo-comm as you carefully landed your ship.

"You know I always will. She's busy with Ezra right now anyways, so hopefully, he'll keep her mind occupied. Just be safe. If this is Maul, we need to know why he's been reaching out to you," Rex replied, his voice sounding tired.

You sighed, clicking everything off before standing, "Don't worry, Rex. It'll work out. I'll be home within a rotation."

"You better be," Rex joked lightly, "Be safe (y/n). May the force be with you."

"And with you."

Clicking off the holo-comm and leaving it on the ship, you quickly set off outside. Pulling up the hood on your grey cloak, you looked around cautiously, taking in your surroundings and using the force to reach out.

You could feel the dark side of the force more prominently now that you were here. It was almost strong enough to make out a force signature, but not completely. Despite the fact you still seemed far away from the dark force energy, it felt incredibly familiar, and that was what lead you to believe it was Maul. After all, he was the only Sith whose force signature you were familiar with.

It didn't take long for you to find the correct path leading to the Sith. Following the dark force signature proved to be an easy task for you. You trekked through the forest for what felt like hours. You carefully avoided all unknown plants and made sure to keep your presence as obscure as possible. You were using the force to the best advantage you could, mapping out your path while still trying to identify the oddly familiar Sith signature.

Finally breaking out into a clearing, you held your breath at the sight of Darth Vader's back. His cloak swooshed in the light breeze as you watched him, quickly thinking over everything you'd ever heard about him. You felt like you were in a holo-film, at the big climax moment when you face off the main villain. Fog would be piling in, surrounding you and Darth Vader as you prepare to fight.

Undoubtedly he knew you were there, and despite the fact, the two of you had never encountered each other before, your force signatures were incredibly familiar. Dancing around each other like fawns, trying to figure out why the unknown was so incredibly welcoming, like coming back to an old friend.

"I did not know you'd survived Order 66," Vader's ominous voice broke through the silence, venom, and hatred surrounding each word.

Slowly you stepped out from the faint protection of the trees, "It wasn't of my knowledge that you even knew me."

"I don't," Vader replied curtly, allowing a pause as your signatures moved around one another, "You're a Jedi unaccounted for."

"I prefer it that way," You snarled.

Dashing forward at the same moment Vader's force signature delivered a harsh prod to your own, you unsheathed your lightsaber. Leaping into the air and slashing down on Vader's back, you made contact with his lightsaber, sparks of grey and red dancing in the calm aura of the planet. He was quick to spin and send a counter swing at you, but you blocked it quickly. You locked sabers and spun him around, doing your best to throw him off.

Despite the situation of your fighting, you found each other still dancing within the force, trying to identify each other's signature. Your fighting was incredibly familiar to him, and his defense was familiar to you. Akin to a thunderstorm, you both fought quickly and powerfully. Neither obtaining the upper hand, you matched perfectly clash after clash, block after block.

Your fierce fighting was like a tornado destroying a small town. The planet around you was calm and peaceful, undisturbed by the fight for life you'd engaged yourself in. It certainly wasn't Maul who'd been trying to connect with you over the past weeks, and you found yourself wishing that it had been the Dathomirian instead. You'd overcome enough and lost too much to not give up now.

Finally flipping away, your hood fell as your force signatures connected, a gasp tumbling from your lips, "Anakin?"

"Master (y/l/n)," Vader responded softly.

A silence fell as you stared at one another. Of course, he was familiar. You trained Anakin, helped Obi-Wan raise him. You'd been Anakin's mom ever since he'd joined the Jedi, and he, your son. You'd assumed he'd died in Order 66, as Obi-Wan refused to talk to you. But now, staring across at Anakin in Vader's armor, you felt more like a failure than you'd ever had.

"You traded the purple for grey," Vader noted, causing you to look down at your blade.

Looking up at Anakin, you fought to keep your voice strong, "You traded blue for red, Ani."

"Anakin's dead," He snarled, turning off his lightsaber.

You mocked his actions, tilting your head slightly, "If Vader was here, he would've killed me already, Anakin."

"I am Vader! My name is Vader," The man huffed, "I killed Anakin myself!"

You shook your head, "I will not call you something you're not, Anakin. I trained you to be honest... true to yourself and your emotions. I will do the same now."

Vader seemed to falter, his hands repeatedly clenched and unclenched. The soft whir of machinery filled the air as you stared at the man in front of you. You took a step forward slowly, your eyes filling with remorse as you used the force to search through Anakin.

"What'd they do to you, my sweet Ani?" You whispered, "Why didn't you come to me? I could've helped you."

"Nobody could've helped him!" Anakin raged, yelling in anger that seemed directed at himself, "He was lost! Gone! Anakin would've died regardless! I, Vader, would've killed him regardless!"

"No," You mumbled, looking around at the planet you'd been called to, "You wouldn't have died, Ani. It would've been like any other mission, any other obstacle before. I would've helped you get through it, like always."

"Anakin is dead!" Vader cried out, his voice breaking, a hint of desperation sneaking through, "He's gone."

Slowly, you stepped forward, watching the way Anakin's chest rose and fell with each mechanical breath, "No... you're not gone, Anakin. You're not gone, and like all the times before, I'll be waiting to help you."

Taking in a deep breath, you anxiously wrapped your arms around Anakin, noticing how much taller he was. His arms remained by his side in shock, trying to sort out his emotions. Anakin's mechanical breathing filled your ears as you squeezed the boy you raised. Tears fell down your cheeks as you held him to your chest, wishing you had been able to help him. Wishing you'd stayed by Anakin more during the Clone Wars. Wishing that you could turn back time and save the little boy you loved so much.

Squeezing tighter for a brief second, you whispered, "I love you, no matter what, Anakin."

Letting go of the man, you stepped back quickly, hoping that the powerful Sith Lord hadn't seen your tears. But you knew that you'd been too slow, and you knew Anakin knew you better than that. Watching as you walked back and disappeared into the trees you'd come from, Darth Vader wondered if he would ever see you again. He'd reached out to you for weeks, and he wondered now if you would ever reach out to him, remind him you were still alive, waiting for Anakin to return.

Boarding your shuttle, you let out a cry as you reached for your comm. There were so many regrets you held and so much you wished you would've done. But the past was not something you could dwell on. You could only hope that you'd been able to reach Anakin quickly enough.

"Rex?" You called weakly into the comm. You waited patiently for Rex's reply until you heard your name called worriedly, "I'm coming home."

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What did I miss? w/ Hawks and Dabi

Request: Okay so hear me out: Hawks’ and Dabi’s s/o (as separate headcanons, or you can just choose one) is also a pro hero/villain and the lads think she died or something and they just become enraged and they’re so distressed (and the ending is soft because she’s okay and maybe they cry) I love your writing, I hope you have a nice day! -🐍

Lol I had a similar request some time ago for our younger boys which I never got around to doing because I’m bad at fulfilling requests and following orders lol. This will be both hilarious and angsty. Well hilarious if you have my sense of humour otherwise I’ll have to add cricket sounds. Okay maybe its not that funny but oh well, it didn’t make me cry at least. Love ya. 💖💖💖

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warnings: angst and fluff, mentions of injury and death, swearing. 

Hawks/ Keigo Takami 

-Having two winged heroes on patrol always kinda led to disaster. 

-You both would race each other to your randevouz points or you would mock each other about your wing span. 

- “You know what they say about your wing span? The bigger the wings well....the bigger the assets.” 

-You had bigger wings then him just for a few centimeters but you rubbed it in his face all the time. 

- “Why am I in love with you again?” 

-It really bothers him bc you keep saying he has a smaller dick than you....and you don’t have a dick so.....yeah....anyways. 

-You were on patrol once again, goofing around on a rooftop.

 -It was late at night and you could be a little more handsy since there were’t many possibilities someone could walk in on you. 

-Keeping your relationship a secret is hard and baby can keep his hands to himself for so long until he breaks. 

-Suddenly out of nowhere you started hearing screams and cries for help. 

-Keigo didn’t even get a chance to say anything before you were flying towards the building that was on FIRE. 

-Dashing right after you he entered the building nad he was half expecting to see you there in the entrance, but he saw no one, only a large chunk of flaming wood etched into the mahogony floor. 

-His mind immediately went to the worst scenario possible; it was like he couldn’t control his own thoughts.

-But right then, when his panic was beginning to surface, he heard you calling out for him. 

-The rescue of the residents took around half an hour and it got harder and harder as time went on. 

-The fire was getting out of control and was getting harder to locate everyone.

 -One apartment was left in the end and you could here crying coming from inside. 

-The fire was basically licking at your boots at this point but you weren’t about to let someone burn. 

- “Get those last two outside and I’ll meet you at the rooftop across the street.” 

- “Y/N-”

- “Keigo GO! I promise I’ll meet you outside.” 

-And that was the last thing he heard from you that night. 

-He did as he was told, he got the last two people out of the building and soon after them a toddler was carried out of the building. 

-He waited for you to come out next but you never came. 

-The flames licked at the sky, their tips seeming to be touching the moon. 

-The roof collapsed in on itself making the rescue teams to back away as they looked in horror as the whole flat came crumbling down. 

- “SHE’S IN THERE!” 

-HE doesn’t remember much from that night. 

-He knows he went back inside or at least tried to get past the debris. 

-He remembers seeing the color of your wings, that beautiful white, peeking out from under a fallen beam. 

-He remembers the upper floor almost crashing him as he tried to get you out and then nothing. 

-He woke up in a hospital bed, dressed in one of those white robes his whole body screaming at him not to move. 

-If he was being honest he forgot for a moment the events of the previous night and he was expecting to find you sleeping on the chair next to his bed, your hand in his just like you had done so many times before. 

-But you weren’t there and then everything came pouring in. 

-Frantically he got up and he reached for the door, yanking it open and coming face to face with a doctor. 

- “Where is she?” 

- “Sir you should be in bed, you injuries-” 

- “goddammit WHERE IS SHE?”

-His outburst had attracted some of the nurses but he couldn’t care less about his image right now. 

-Where you gone? But he remembers getting you out from under those fallen stairs. Maybe you were already dead when he reached you. 

-No no no you had promised ot find him outside, you had told him so. That’s why he left, that’s why he did as you said. What was he supposed to do now? Without you here what is he supposed to do?

-Everything was muffled out, the ringing in his ears being to loud to allow him to focus on anything else. 

-His breaths came out shallow as his head swam with thoughts. 

-You couldn’t be gone you just couldn’t he had so much he wanted to do with you, so many things planned you couldn’t-

- “Keigo?”

-He turned around slowly. 

-At first he thought he was dreaming, your voice always seemed to soothe him when he was destressed. 

-But then his eyes landed on you all bandaged up and sporting crutches. 

-You were hurt but you were alive, you were here, you were alright.

- “What did I miss birdbrain?”

-He launched himself at you bringing you flush to his chest as he silently cried. 

-He let a few I love yous slip past his lips before you both entered the privacy of his hospital room. 

-Neither of you spoke for a long time. 

-You just held each other as tightly as your stitches would allow before letting all the tears fall. 

- “I’m here, we’re alright.”

Dabi

-You had been sent out on a mission on your own. 

-Dabi had tried to convince Shiggy to let him go with you but he refused. 

- “I’m not sending you on this one with her. She is the best suited for this job and I’m not letting you mess it up just for your fuck buddy.”

-Shiggy really knows how to push Dabis’ buttons and if you ask me Dabi makes it easy at times. 

-They were a pain in the ass. 

-I mean you are going out on a mission let a girl get prepared in peace.

-Before they could set each other on fire and then dissolve into dust you dragged Dabi away telling Shiggy that you would be going soon. 

- “Really Dabi at times I doubt if you trust me at all.” 

- “It’s not that I don’t trust you dumbass. I just dontwantyoutogethurt.”

-Legit you didn’t hear anything he said but you had an inkling.

- “Oh what was that?”

- “I’m not saying it again.”

- “Here I am going out on a dangerous mission and you won’t even grant me one wish...how cruel.”

-He ended up saying it again but really really begrudgingly. 

- “I’ll be back before you know it, okay?” 

-You kissed his nose then his lips and let out a small I love you before heading down to the bar and getting the last info from Kurogiri. 

-Now Dabi likes to see himself as a very heartless and stone cold individual. 

-But you always were the exception to his behaviors so he couldn’t help but admit that he was worried. 

-The mission was supposed to take three days plus one for you to return. 

-It was still day two and he was ready to pull his hair out. 

-But he promised you that he wouldn’t go out to search for you unless you have been gone for a week or more. 

-So he just waited in agony.

-The moment though that you weren’t back in a week as you said you would be he went into a silent panic. 

-He wanted to be nonchalant about it at first, just casually bringing up your whereabouts in convos with the league or asking Kurogiri of any mission reports from your end. 

-Always came up with nothing. 

-They had lost track of you two days ago and your last contact was yesterday. 

-Now he was sure going to come after you. 

-And no one could stop him. 

-He knew you were strong and that you could handle yourself better than anyone in the league but he couldn’t stop himself from going after you. 

-He had learned from Shiggy that the group you had targeted had a soft spot for torture if they caught someone in their territory.

-His mind of course went first to the worst case scenario, his pessimistc nature getting the better of him as flashes of you hurt on the floor of some basement ran throough his head.  

-It didn’t take him long to reach your randevouz spot, mainly bc he was driving around Tokyo like a maniac. 

-He entered the small house that was marked as you target and the first thing he was met with was blood. 

-It was on the walls and on the floor and he couldn’t tell if this was yours or it was someone elses. 

-Then he heard suffling from a closet nearby. 

-It was a low scratching noise coming from the closet in the far back. 

-He slowly approached it, his left arm letting small blue flames lick his fingertips as he opened the door. 

-And then his heart dropped. 

-Tumbling out of the closets’ interior was you, bloddied and bruised your arms barely keeping you propped up as you landed on the floor. 

-He didn’t miss a beat. 

-He scooped you up, moving stray hairs from your eyes as you barely kept them open.

-Your lip was split and you had a huge bruise right under your left eye. 

- “Hey there baby.”

- “What the fuck happened Y/N?”

-You cringed as he moved his arms under your back, the pain being too much even for you. 

- “They were waiting for me. I sent a message to Shiggy saying that I was coming back but he insisted I finish this. I managed to kill the leader but some of his rookies got to me.”

-He didn’t take you to the hideout. 

-Oh no.

-If he had done that then there would be no Shiggy to lead them and there would’ve been a large fire in that area. 

-He rented a room in a nearby motel. 

-He let you rest while he went out and got you some disinfectants and bandages. 

-Really when he was cleaning you up, if his tear ducts worked properly he would’ve cried. 

-You woke up at some point while he was finishing up and you could feel his trembling and his silent sobs. 

-You wrapped him in a hug, squeezing him as much as you could as you let your tears wet his t-shirt. 

-His hands went up and down your sides and back, pulling you into his lap as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. 

- “I’m alright, see? That’s my heart beat.” 

-You placed one of his palms over your heart in hopes that the subtle thud would calm him down. 

-He really loves you and he won’t let anything happen to you ever again. 

-Even if it kills him. 

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