#girl please do not bang on the door for five minutes just to tell me about your crossover oc and her werewolf bf

[scribblesofagoonerr]

All that I ask is that you stay with me | Inner Demons

⟫ Alphabet Challenge, A - All that I ask is that you stay with me

Pairings: leah williamson x teen reader, arsenal wfc x teen reader

This is some angst that I thought to write because, well, life's been hard recently and I need a creative outlet to get my emotions out on paper and well, this is the result.

It might not be great and it's not been proof-read at all, so uh, yeah... Let me know what you all think but please be kind :)

And if any of you have any ideas of things to write, I'm open to write anything, within reason of course. My asks are open so feel free to drop anything in there :)

The battle with your inner demons are hard. You sometimes wonder if it's better to leave the world, making the decision without the realisation of how loved you are by the team of girls around you.

TW: heavy angst, SH, MH and talks of suicide and death.

"Y/N are you in there? Hurry up, we're about to start the film" The loud voice of Katie shouts aloud from the other side of the closed bathroom door to alert you of your attention.

You were joined by the girls in a classic team bonding night, a good ol' fashioned film to watch with some sugary treats, curtousy of it being a cheat day.

You are always so excited to spend time with the older girls, you all looked up with some much respect, being a part of the team for a while, you'd grown to love the girls like your own family.

Despite how well you fitted in at the club and how amazing you played football, there would always be people to put you down.

And in this case, it was in the forms of social media.

The internet could be a cruel place sometimes.

"Ye... Yeah, alright. J... Just a minute, I'll be right out" You shakily reply as you held the blade out in front of you while it stared back at you, almost like it was almost taunting you to use it.

Old habits are easy to break, you should have knew that.

It wasn't long before you were slumped on the bathroom floor as you watched the crimson liquid trickle down your arms. It felt like a rush of instant relief to the pain that you currently indured.

One small cut to take away the pain, you thought it would be okay.

Two cuts, you just wanted to chase the rush of the first.

Three, four and five, you realise you may have messed up.

You were doing so well, you had been on the right path to get help. that was needed. You had been clean for a numerous amount of days and just in that instant, the snap of a finger and all of that progress, had just been so easy to unwravle again.

You found it so easy to take a hold of the blade in your hand, press it against your wrist and pierce the skin.

It was a feeling of euphoria that you hadn't felt in a while, it was something that was needed.

The cuts were deep, too deep that even with added pressure, they wouldn't stop bleeding.

"Is this the end now?" You had to question yourself as your eyelids felt heavy, you were so tired and you didn't have it in you to fight anymore.

Was it really that easy to leave a world full of heartache and pain?

Maybe so,

At least you had thought that as you hear the sudden loud bang of the bathroom flying open and clashing against the wall.

"Y/N!" It was Leah's shrill voice that screams out in a panic, her eyes widened in fear as she stares at you. "Y/N, can you hear me?!" she questions with a a quiver in her tone.

"L... Le" You slur her name as you look at the blonde as you can feel yourself slipping into a state of unconciousness.

"Stay awake, Y/N. You have too-- Girls, help!" Leah continues to shout aloud for any of the girls to hear. " You hear me, Y/N? You have to stay awake" she pleads as her tears threaten to spill.

"S' okay, Le. L... Let me go. It's time" You tell her quietly as your eyes flutter between being open and shut.

"No, Y/N. You can't give up... You can't" Leah cries openly, the tears at bay have now escaped. "Stay with me, Y/N. Stay with me, please" she adds, her voice becomes louder as hot tears roll down her cheeks.

The rest of the girls all heard Leah's panicked voice and dart in the direction of the bathroom, each of them gasping in shock to find you slumped on the floor.

"Shit-- Y/N" Beths' eyes widen in fear and panic as she takes in the scene in front of her.

"What happened?" Viv questions, alarmed by the sight.

"S... She's hurt herself" Leahs' panicked voice speaks aloud while she's crouched down on the floor and pressing a towel against your wrists to try and soak up the blood. "I... I can't get the bleeding to stop" she tells them.

"Somebody call an ambulance, quick" Katie states as she joins Leah's side to kneel down and try to help in way that she can.

Her usual joking manner has suddenly turned into fearful and that's when the girls all knew this was serious.

"I'm on it" Jen agrees as fishes her phone out of her pocket, dialing 999 and waiting for an answer on the other side. "I need an ambulance, as soon as possible. It's urgent! My team mates' hurt herself and is in and out of unconciousness" the scots' woman speaks aloud,

"Stay with me, Y/N. Stay with me, keep your eyes open please" Leah pleads as she continues to hold the now blood-soaked towl against your skin, her own tears freely spilling down her cheeks as you daze in and out of sleep.

"W... Why would she do this to herself" Steph questions concerned as she glances at you, heartbroken it had come to this.

"I don't know, she was... she was doing better" Lia spoke out, swallowing the lump in her throat as she tried to keep her own emotions in check.

"At least, we thought she was" Beth mumbles as she struggles to take her eyes off your unconcious body.

"She'll be okay, she has to be" Caitlin adds in with vulnerability in her voice that wasn't usually shown to anyone, other than you.

You were the baby of the team, all of the girls were overprotective of you ever since you joined. It wasn't a secret that you had them all virtually wrapped around your pinky finger.

All the girls knew it was hard for you, you had a lot of expectation to live up to and knew that eventually, the pressure would be too much for you and you would break.

They were all there the last time, they saw the good, the bad and the damn right ugly and vowed to not let it happen again.

But, old habits are easy to break, right?

"Ambulance is on it's way. It won't be long" Jen tells the girls.

"I'm going with her" Leah was quick to say. A tone in her voice which the rest of the girls knew to not object against.

You were close with the girls but compared to them, Leah was pretty much your second-mum, older sister figure all rolled into one and she was the one that you always came to when it got tough.

Why didn't you just speak to her? Then maybe things could be different.

"We'll follow you to the hospital" Kim replies to the blonde and the rest of the girls all nod in agreement, they would always be there for you at a time when you most needed it.

They were your family, and family never turned their back on another.

#arsenal x reader #woso x reader #arsenal women x reader #leah williamson #woso #woso imagine #woso fanfics #heavy angst #leah williamson x reader #arsenal wfc x reader

[luveline]

what abt a kbd thing where like all the girls either can’t sleep and one by one they all end up all cuddled in w mom & steve

tysm! ♡ kisses before dinner au. mom!reader, 1.3k

"You haven't aged." 

Steve's smile is smarmy across the pillow from you. "That's because you see me everyday." 

"I'm serious. Apart from like, two little wrinkles in your forehead, you look exactly the same as you did when we first started dating." 

"I know it feels like a long time, but that was only eight years ago." 

"Almost nine," you whisper. 

Steve kisses you gently. "Almost nine," he repeats against your lips. "Are you sick of me yet?" 

"No," you answer truthfully. "Not even close." 

Steve's hand takes your cheek, his thumb quick to rub the path you like over the skin just below your eye. It makes you feel so pretty to be looked at, to be held by him, and so special to be treated like you're made of glass. 

Baby sleeps in the crib in the corner of your room. She's no longer brand new and, as you knew she would, she's gotten used to all the bumps and bangs of a busy house. She sleeps almost always through the night now, eight pm to five or six in the morning. The hardest part of having a young baby is over, and you and Steve are learning to be normal humans again. 

You put the girls to bed at seven, and at eight thirty, you can hear them still awake. All of them. None of your girls are subtle, but you try not to punish them, because they've all done well with the new baby's constant crying. 

"Who do you think will come and see us first?" Steve asks you, stroking your cheek.

You attempt to answer him through his dotting of kisses, half moons pressed lovingly to your nose, your eyebrow, your temple. Thoroughly loved up, you curl your arms around him to hide. 

"Don't know," you murmur, sighing a breath of contentment as Steve hugs you close. "Probably Beth." 

"Definitely Beth. I love when you hug me like this, you're like…" He pulls you ever closer, hands massaging up your back. "You're very huggable." 

"Not very nice to say, I just had your fourth baby, you know? You could give me a minute." 

Steve laughs warmly against your forehead, kiss-kiss-kissing the same spot he always does, your little pale scar from a rogue screwdriver. You'd been constructing Avery's toddler bed, and you swore you could do it alone while he got some sleep, but you almost blinded yourself and Avery slept in bed with you for a couple more weeks. The scar is permanent but nearly invisible. Anyone else would forget you had it. 

"I'm not telling you you're beautiful again today. Everyone was jealous and my dinner went cold." 

"No one else is here," you say. 

"Not true. The baby's here, she might hear me subliminally. That would be worse." 

A little knock rings against the door. You and Steve laugh against the other before peeling apart. Steve sits up in bed and you rest your face against his hip, pleased when he covers your arm with a big hand. 

"Come in, please," he says. 

Bethie slips in through a small gap in the doorway, closing it behind herself. Her hair is out of her face for the night, her pyjamas a bright sky blue with white polka dots. She's hip height now, surprisingly tall —you hadn't been expecting her to shoot up like Avery, nor for her chubby cheeks to disappear, but that's the horror and joy of having them grow up. 

"Hi, honey. What's the matter?" Steve asks. 

"Can I come and lie down too? I can't sleep."

There's no real reason to say no. You don't have to confer. You slide your legs away from Steve as he pulls back the blanket, beckoning her forward to fill the gap. 

She must think getting to hangout with you guys after bedtime is naughty and exciting, giggling as she runs across the room and climbs up onto your bed. You make a big, "Oof," as she drops into your chest but you're happy to have her, kissing you're not so mini me on the cheek. 

"You smell nice," you say, sniffing her hair. "Mmm, yummy coconut." 

"You smell nice too, mom. Like the green dish soap." 

"'Cos dad made me do all the dishes." 

Steve pinches the top of your ear and gives it a short tug. "It's good for you. Character building." 

"You're lucky my Beth is here," you grumble, your fingertips tracing up and down her back.

"Hello?"  

Your heads turn to the door where Dove pushes it open. She doesn't ask like Beth once she sees you all, just sprints to the side where Steve sits and pats his legs. He grabs her to plaster her in kisses. She plasters him right back. 

Your mommy's girl is on the turn. You can't blame her. 

"You have to get Avery," you say, patting Steve's thigh. 

She had a wobble a few months ago worrying she wasn't anyone's favourite kid. You've never seen Steve cry like, ashamed of himself for failing as a father. You haven't failed anything, you'd said, rubbing his arm, we just have to do better. 

Steve takes Dove with him on his chest. You can't understand how he carries them around all day, he must have built up some dad muscle. 

He's your everything. Well, second to the kids. It's a different kind of love but unfailing, always. You watch him leave and can't wait for him to come back, like a string pulled taut; you're relaxed when he's near. 

"Let's move over," you say, shuffling to your cold side of the bed. You'd been encroaching on Steve's space during snuggles. 

Beth puts her arm over your soft tummy and her face on your shoulder. "Can I sleep here?" she asks. 

Sharing the bed with your kids is a wriggling, boiling mess, but you have a queen size for a reason. "Yeah, gorgeous. You can sleep right here." 

Avery is wide awake when she appears, her Teddy bear in hand, her pyjamas an old t-shirt and the new plaid pants you had to buy when you realised she'd outgrown virtually every pair of pyjamas she owned. "I'm happy you missed me, I can't sleep," she says, climbing into bed to squish down next to Beth. "You have glitter on your cheek." 

"Where?" Beth asks. 

Avery scratches the glitter away carefully, tongue poking out of her lips in concentration. She may as well be Steve's twin when she makes that expression. 

Steve has hiked Dove higher now, her arms over one shoulder, his hand patting a mindless rhythm into the pink fabric of her nightie. He checks on the baby quickly before plopping Dove down on Avery's right. "Ready, girls?" he asks. 

You all nod. Steve takes the end of the comforter into his hands and shakes it out high, letting the top drift down onto you. Then he comes to your side and tucks it against your waist and legs. He kisses you, Bethie's cheek, and Avery's nose. 

Dove is furious by the time he makes it back. "Don't show off, babe, you get the best one." He scoops her up, flops down, and has her laying on his chest. You see him take Avery's hand under the blankets. "So, girls. What's first? Truth or dare or gossip? 'Cos Denise the checkout girl told me something really interesting about Debrah this morning and I've been trying to get you all in the same place." 

You smile into Beth's hair. Dove decides for you, "Who's Debrah?" 

"I'm glad you asked!" 

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[captain-hawks]

CRIMSON INCLINATION

♡ — osamu miya x f!reader

It’s a ritual—the way Osamu shows you just how much he missed you after away games and training camps, in a tangle of limbs and lips and rumpled sheets. And despite the unfortunate timing of his latest return, to Osamu, it’s just an opportunity to try something new.

18+ ONLY

wc — 3.8k

prompt — period sex

additional content — established relationship, complete and total filth, sexting, blood, fingering, oral sex, unprotected p in v, creampie, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, so much cum + INARIZAKI UNIVERSITY!OSAMU

╰┈➤ kinktober masterlist

Osamu: catching the next train Osamu: be home by 6

After tapping out a response to Osamu, your finger idly swipes through the rest of the recent messages lingering in your text thread, including a gallery of incredibly unflattering pictures of Atsumu sleeping. But once you reach your conversation from several evenings ago, an ember of heat flares to life in your gut.

>>> Are you back at the hotel yet?

Osamu: not yet, out for dinner with the boys Osamu: whats up?

>>> Put your phone under the table ;)

Osamu: ???

>>> [image sent]

Osamu: FUCK Osamu: i miss you so much

>>> [image sent]

Osamu: fuckfuckfuckasdklj Osamu: wait Osamu: ok i’m in the bathroom now Osamu: [image sent]

>>> [video sent]

Osamu: i’m so fuckin hard right now christ Osamu: look what you do to me Osamu: [image sent] >>> The vibrator doesn’t feel as good as you :( >>> [video sent]

Osamu: babyalkdfjadsf Osamu: wanna feel you so fuckin bad Osamu: make a mess for me Osamu: please

>>> [image sent]

Osamu: good girl Osamu: fuck Osamu: oh oops Osamu: got cum all over the mirror and the sink Osamu: now Tsumu’s dumb ass is banging on the door Osamu: [image sent]

Your conversation had been interrupted part way by several text notifications popping up at the top of your screen from the blonder Miya—

Atsumu: Samu’s either fuckin dead in the bathroom right now Atsumu: or he’s jerkin off Atsumu: don’t answer that Atsumu: but either way can u tell him to hurry it up we need to pay the bill

—

Despite Atsumu’s entirely shameless attempts at flirting when you first met the twins during freshman orientation week at Inarizaki University several years ago, the more outspoken Miya never stood a chance. After learning you had only recently arrived in town from Tokyo, both brothers took it upon themselves to help you acclimate and find your way around, and much to the self-proclaimed eldest’s chagrin…you only had eyes for Osamu from the start. 

Somewhere in between his softer disposition and wry sense of humor, Osamu had a habit of taking your breath away and filling in all the cracks of perpetual anxiety that you’d begun to splinter with over moving all the way to Hyōgo by yourself. 

(“Yer really just gonna look me in the eye and say ya prefer the diet version of me?” Atsumu had balked the first time he caught the two of you fooling around on the couch, clutching his chest in mock-offense right before Osamu nailed him in the face with a throw pillow.)

To most, Osamu may seem like the more mild-mannered, less high-strung of the Miyas—which isn’t untrue, necessarily. 

(Until the two of them start arguing, at which point it’s like watching a mirror hurl childish insults at itself for forty-five minutes straight.)

But that same untamed, wild energy that Atsumu radiates in spades isn’t entirely absent from your preferred twin, he just has a particular outlet where he lets that kindling spark and catch. 

A far more private one.

Beneath those kind eyes, that gentle smile, and the soothing cadence of his voice, Osamu Miya is fucking filthy. In between the sheets, the wanton curve of his lips and his steely, lust-blown pupils are an omen of sinful intent, his rough, gravelly tone a hot, stroking caress that snags on each and every notch of your spine. 

(“Forget what I said about never forgivin’ ya if you move out,” Atsumu had grunted over breakfast one morning in their old shared apartment. “If I have to listen to you two fuckin’ like bunny rabbits for one more night, I’m takin’ a bath with the toaster.”

“How ‘m I gonna make breakfast then?” Osamu lazily drawled around a mouthful of toast. 

Atsumu taped a hand-written eviction notice on his bedroom door that afternoon.)

So the sex?

Fan-fucking-tastic.

But Osamu’s university volleyball career often finds him on the road between a constant array of games and training camps, which puts a bit of a damper on the frequency of your extracurricular activities in the bedroom. 

(see also: the couch)

(see also, also: the shower)

(see also, also, also: the kitchen counter)

(...and that one time on Atsumu’s bed during a party—a secret you and Osamu will both take to the grave.)

Thus, more often than not, your text threads while he’s on the road shamelessly resemble low-budget erotica.

(Atsumu made the mistake of snatching his brother’s phone from him once at the wrong time on a particularly long bus ride.

He called him Ernest Dickingway for a month straight.)

Unfortunately for both of you, there’s something throwing a significant wrench into Osamu’s current plans to—in his words—fill you so deep when he gets home, it’ll still be leaking out of you tomorrow. Groaning as another sharp cramp in your abdomen overrides any lingering lustful thoughts, you sigh pitifully as you envision your boyfriend’s crestfallen expression at the terrible timing of your period.

—

You’ve only just shut off the scorching hot stream of water and wrapped a towel around your naked body when the bathroom door creaks open, Osamu’s gray head of hair poking through the doorway. A grin that sets your heart fluttering in your chest crosses his face as he catches your gaze, wasting no time in striding forward and cupping your face, kissing you hard. 

“Hi,” he says quietly, carrying some of the chill from outside, and you can feel the smile on his face as he says the word against your lips.

“Hi,” you whisper, running your fingers over the soft strands of hair at the nape of his neck.

“Missed you,” he exhales, lips careening off course and trailing along the curve of your jaw, nose nuzzling against the side of your neck.

“I missed you, too, Samu.”

Despite the fact that you’re dripping wet and naked beneath the towel, Osamu takes his time reacquainting himself with your lips first, his hands firmly grasping your hips as he places you up on the counter and loosens the fabric just enough to slot his body between your legs. Your heart burns bright, thrumming insistently in your chest as his tongue skirts along the seam of your lips, imploring them to part. Opening your mouth, he deepens the kiss, fingers dancing along the damp skin of your neck, still warm from the blistering heat of the shower water. 

He tenderly kisses his way down to the hollow of your throat, lips skirting off to the side to wetly mouth at your left collarbone, earning him a sharp intake of breath as you react to the sensation. Your legs wrap around his waist as you scoot to the edge of the counter while pulling him flush against you, your towel falling further open. He groans, nipping at your tender skin while his erection strains against the front of his sweatpants and presses insistently at your core.

“I know ya said you wanted to order takeout first when I got home,” he groans, “but I don’t think I can wait.”

You don’t argue, and so with that, he picks you up, nudging the door open wider with his foot as he carries you toward the bedroom. Fingers fumbling with his shirt, you finally wrench it free and send it flying across the room right before both of you go tumbling atop the bed. Your towel falls open, leaving nothing left to the imagination as you lie splayed out naked atop the sheets, Osamu’s graphite eyes drinking you in.

“I’m never leavin’ you for that long again,” he breathes out as your toe catches in the waistband of his sweatpants, one of his hands reaching down to help you shuck them off. His boxers are fighting a losing battle against his throbbing erection, a dark spot of precum already staining the front of the cotton material.

“I don’t think your team would like that very much,” you muse, reaching up to twirl a rogue strand of his hair with your finger.

He takes your hand into his own, kissing the tips of each of your fingers. “I’ll quit ‘n open up an onigiri shop downtown instead. Then I’ll be home every night to see your pretty little face when I do this.”

Right on cue, your mouth falls open with a moan when he drags a hand up your side and palms at one of your tits, teasing your pebbled nipple with his thumb. While you’ve mostly dried off, his fingers slide through the damp area that remains on the underside of your breasts, spreading the thin sheen of water until your skin absorbs what’s left. Any and all remaining thoughts swiftly leave your head when you feel the huff of his hot breath against the swell of your breasts moments before he takes one of your nipples into his mouth and begins to scrape his tongue against it. 

Your breasts are so tender and swollen, the aching relief of his attentive touch makes your chest heave. And unfortunately, it’s also the sensation of Osamu suckling at your sore breasts that brings you crashing back down to reality, breaking through the dam of arousal to give way to an unfortunate reminder of why there’s a dull ache in your abdomen.

“Osamu…wait.”

He immediately pauses in his ministrations, fingers gently feathering over your skin as he looks up at you expectantly, spit-soaked lips slightly parted, hair already sticking up in several directions. “Hmm?”

“We might need to take a rain check on the sex,” you sigh, wincing at the feeling of another sharp cramp.

He furrows his brows, sitting up slightly and looking down at you with concern. “You alright?”

You mumble something about having your period under your breath. Not because you’re embarrassed—Osamu’s the poster boyfriend for doing tampon runs without so much as batting an eye—but rather because you feel bad that you completely forgot about it the moment he started kissing you.

Osamu’s quiet for a few moments, mulling over something in his head until he finally responds, “I don’t mind.”

You smirk. “Well yeah, I still have a mouth.”

He tilts his head to the side, an odd expression on his face. “S’not what I meant.”

There’s a butterfly-soft caress of fingertips dancing along the top of your thigh as he speaks, the silence that hangs between you now dripping with the implication of his words, adding an invisible weight to his touch. 

With communication as a solid cornerstone of your relationship, neither of you has ever shied away from conversations about exploring different kinks and sexual desires—one of the most recent having found your legs wrapped around Osamu’s waist as he fucked you in the equipment room after practice, a scenario you’d jokingly tossed out across the mattress and into the meager space between your pillows one night.

(“Is it…weird that it turns me on imagining you fucking me in there after practice? Covering my mouth to try and keep me quiet so none of your teammates catch us?”

It’s something that people would expect from Atsumu, without a doubt.

But not from this Miya.

“Better wear that pretty new dress you just bought when ya come watch tomorrow’s practice, then.”)

And that’s what turns you on even more—knowing that you’re the only one that gets to experience that part of Osamu, sweat-slicked hair plastered to his forehead while he hotly mouths at the side of your neck in the dark, the sounds of his lingering teammates just on the other side of the closed door. The press of his hand against your lips, muffling the sounds the repeated thrusts of his cock are pulling out of you no matter how hard you try to stay quiet. His forehead against your own, a boyish grin on his face, shoulders shaking in breathless, silent laughter as the two of you narrowly avoid getting caught.

So standing on the precipice of trying something new with Osamu right now? It certainly wouldn’t be the first time.

But this.

Does he really mean…?

You’ve never dared entertain the thought, the mere idea of it a step too far to even consider broaching the topic. And yet Osamu seems entirely unruffled by his suggestion, like he hasn’t just thrown you completely off kilter.

“You want to…” you trail off, eyes darting down to your lower half before looking back up to meet his again.

“I bet you’re real sore and haven’t been feelin’ too good all day, huh?” he asks, fingers skimming over your hip bone. You nod in response, and he begins tracing circles up the inside of your thighs as he continues, “Well…how about I make you feel real good now?”

If Osamu wasn’t the one that brought up the idea in the first place, you’d be embarrassed by how turned on you feel at the thought of him delving between your legs at this exact moment.

Glancing at the bed, you thumb the edge of the towel that you’re still lying on top of. “It’ll probably get…messy.”

He leans down, ghosting his lips over yours in a whisper of a kiss. “And if I said I want ya to make a mess for me?”

The sharp feeling in your gut isn’t pain this time, but a searing jolt of desire that makes you restlessly shift beneath him. 

“Are you sure?”

“I’m so goddamn hard just thinkin’ about it,” he tells you, voice rough.

Letting your entire body relax, you whisper, “Then touch me, Osamu.”

Osamu’s eyes remain trained on yours as his hand makes its way between your legs, your breath hitching in your throat when he deftly swipes a finger through your drenched folds. Your slit is soaked in arousal, but it’s also dripping with blood. You know just how slick and dirty it feels—you’ve touched yourself like this in the shower before. But to have someone else’s fingers rubbing deliberate circles over your fluttering entrance, smearing your bodily fluids along the inside of your thighs?

It’s absolutely filthy, and you’re not sure if you’ve ever felt so turned on in your entire life. 

He watches you with rapt attention, gray eyes darkening like a storm as he drinks the way your body trembles with each stroke. Without warning, Osamu sinks a single finger into your cunt, the simple sensation nearly shoving you over the precipice of an early climax. You keen underneath him, legs spreading wider to bring him deeper inside of you. 

“Osamu,” you exhale, biting down hard on your lower lip.

He groans, inadvertently grinding his cock down against your thigh. “Fuck, you’re so wet. Holy shit.”

A second digit joins the first, if only for the novelty of it, because you’re so goddamn soaked there’s no need to actually prepare your cunt for the stretch of his cock. He crooks his fingers, dragging them along your plush inner walls, and you whine, running your hands over your swollen breasts. 

“Feels so good, Samu.”

He begins to roughly palm himself through his boxers, the leaking head of his cock poking up through the waistband that’s now shifted low on his hips. 

“You have no idea what I wanna to do to you right now, ” he tells you, his own imminent loss of composure evident in his rasping tone. 

“Show me,” you plead as you rock your hips.

But for all that Osamu’s made it abundantly clear that he wants to do this, you’re still not expecting what happens next—his head between your thighs, the press of his fingers inside of you replaced by a broad stroke of his tongue up your slit. You cry out, bucking your hips into his touch as he sucks on your clit, swirling his tongue over the sensitive bundle of nerves before returning his attention to your quivering entrance.

His hands grasp the inside of your thighs, and all you can do is brokenly moan as he slips his tongue into your cunt. The sounds of him eating you out are downright obscene, the wet squelch of his mouth devouring your bloody, soaked pussy leaving you in a dizzy haze of arousal. Osamu, meanwhile, is just as affected as you are, his boxers askew, ass partially hanging out as he ruts against the mattress. 

It doesn’t take long for the heat churning in your gut to start to unfurl, your muscles going taut with the rapid approach of your climax. And Osamu, ever the overachiever, is quick to shove two fingers back into your cunt, the pads of the digits curling tight to firmly stroke your spongy inner walls as he sloppily mouths at your clit. 

If his intention was to make you squirt, something he’s become mildly obsessed with since the first time it accidentally happened, he passes with flying colors. His name is a choked out sob on your lips as your orgasm rips through you, clear liquid spraying from your cunt as you moan and shudder. Osamu groans loudly against your pussy, and you shudder with oversensitivity as he laps up everything you give him.

“Almost came in my pants,” he breathes out unsteadily as he looks up at you, wiping at the blood that’s smeared all over his lips and cheeks with the back of his hand. It’s a futile effort, and he opts to use the corner of the towel instead, though it still leaves behind a lewd stain on his skin.

“Glad you didn’t,” you reply, running a hand over the outline of his dick.

“Mmm, why’s that?” he asks, shifting his body to finally slip his boxers off.

The idea of him humping the bed so desperately while eating you out that his boxers are sticky and soaked with cum afterward is undeniably hot, yes. But—

An image of Osamu’s cum and your blood dripping out of your cunt and down the inside of your thighs flashes through your head, and it’s all you can do not to impale yourself on the thick shaft that’s bobbing between his legs. 

“Want you to fill me up,” you murmur, sliding one of your own fingers through your folds.

There’s an awkward beat where you regret letting those words slip, belatedly uncertain of where Osamu might draw a line between himself and the bloody mess between your legs. You’re not even sure if the two of you have any condoms lying around currently.

But you’re both on the same page, because he lets out a shuddering breath as he notches the head of his flushed cock at your entrance and firmly squeezes the base. “Feel like ’m gonna come as soon as I put it in.”

The mere thought of just how close to the edge Osamu already is sends a bolt of desire surging between your legs. And even if he does blow his load prematurely, you know he’ll be fucking his cum right back into you the moment he coaxes his dick back to life again anyway.

“What're you waiting for?”

Osamu plunges into your cunt, your tight walls so slippery with fluids that he immediately bottoms out, slamming into your cervix. You both moan in unison, the blood, cum, and arousal creating a far more wet and slippery surface than any of the various bottles of lube nestled in the drawer of your nightstand could ever hope to achieve. 

“Haaaaaaaaaah—fuckfuckfuck,” he groans, forehead falling against yours as he involuntarily jerks against you.

“Holy shit,” you echo his sentiment, fingernails digging into his back.

Osamu begins to move, though his normally precise, thorough thrusts are far sloppier than usual, thanks to unbelievably slick tunnel your cunt has become, paired with his downright lust-fuelled, pussy drunk state. You’re desperately pliant beneath him, your cunt greedily sucking his cock back in with each wet, heavy stroke. 

You can only imagine how his shaft looks right now—painted red with blood, sticky with cum, and glistening with the sheen of your arousal. Each plunge of his shaft into your sodden hole elicits the filthy, lewd sound of excess fluids squirting and dribbling out from between the two of you, dripping onto the towel below. Pleasure builds rapidly in your abdomen as you both fight to keep any semblance of a rhythm, though it’s ultimately a lost cause. 

“This is so fuckin’ hot,” Osamu pants, hardly able to get the words out between his groans.

His thumb finds your clit again, and your eyes nearly roll into the back of your head when he makes contact with the sensitive cluster of nerves. “Come for me again,” he murmurs. 

Osamu Miya never needs to ask you twice.

The ache between your thighs flares white-hot, a scorching wave spreading beneath your skin as you reach the crest of your climax. Osamu fucks you through your trembling bliss as you whimper and moan beneath him, his own composure walking a tightrope as your walls spasm and contract around his thick shaft. 

“Come in me,” you whine, the back of your head still pressed firmly into the pillow as your body slowly begins to relax from its tense, arched position. 

With no willpower left to stave off his orgasm after resisting the urge to let your slick cunt milk his cock the moment he sunk into the heat between your thighs, Osamu gives you one last sloppy thrust.

“Fuuuuuuuck,” he moans, burying his shaft balls deep in your wet cunt.

Your sensitive walls flutter around his cock as he pulses deep inside of you, filling you to the brim with thick, hot cum. And even when he begins to pull his shaft from the warm confines of your pussy moments later, he still can’t stop coming. A broken moan crawls up his throat as he grabs his slick, throbbing cock with one hand, the other fingering your succulent, fucked out hole while a creamy flood of blood and cum drips out of you. He fists his length as he finger fucks you, groaning as more ropes of his sticky cum paint your thighs and your stomach. 

“One more,” he chokes out roughly, completely fucking gone on the filthy, depraved mess you’ve both made.

It’s too much.

It's not enough.

Your cunt is so overstimulated, you’re oscillating between pleading moans and desperately gasping for air. 

But Osamu knows you, knows how much you love when he pulls every possible orgasm out of you, till you’re a moaning, shuddering, cum-soaked mess for him.

And after the last remaining coil inside of you snaps, leaving you to whine his name as you buck upward into his touch, Osamu’s softening cock nearly jumps back to life, one last spurt of cum dripping out and landing squarely on your clit. 

He collapses beside you afterward, arm slung across your chest as he nuzzles against your shoulder, and you can feel the sheepish grin spread across his lips as he mutters against your skin, “Yer tellin’ me I get a whole week of this?”

— likes, comments, &/or reblogs are greatly appreciated!

#osamu miya x reader #miya osamu x reader #osamu miya smut #miya osamu smut #miya osamu #osamu miya #haikyuu #haikyu #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu smut #dee writes

[writingintheshadowsforever]

Imagine flirting with Shuri when she comes to get Riri

You were on your way to back to your shared dorm room to grab your textbook for your english class. In the next twenty minutes you picked up the pace a bit remembering Riri agreed to lend you her notes for the same math class. The two of you shared but only if you could catch her in time. She couldn't afford to let to be late for that class again considering how much of a hard-ass the professor was. He was the lock the door five minutes after his class starts type, and the only way in after that was to endure the embarrassment of being. Forced to try and solve some equation that he had yet to cover. Although Riri could probably solve it in her sleep being one of more advanced students in his class. She preferred to avoid the attention.

Your headphones were blaring music into your ears as you reached the door to your dorm. When you twisted the doorknob it stalled indicating it was locked. That caught you by surprise considering neither of ever bothered to lock the door. You were single and as far as you knew so was Riri, and if that had changed. You definitely would've known that girl told you everything. You pulled your ear buds from your ear. Just as you raised your hand ready to bang on the door. You heard your roommate's voice from the other side.

"Get out of my dorm" she demanded. "Get out"

Your blood ran cold trying to figure out who could possibly have her in distress. You knew some of the kids had a bad habit of trying to stiff her on money. After she did the work for them, and she had no problem confronting them about her money. But none of them ever tried to retaliate. Maybe that had finally changed wasting no time you took a firm hold on the doorknob, and slammed your shoulder into the door. As hard as you could manage the door gave away sending you tumbling inside.

You caught yourself before hitting the floor and stood up straight ready to threaten whoever was in the room. Until you came face to face with none other than the Princess of Wakanda.

"Ha I have a witness you can't make me go with you now. Now get out like I said" Riri demanded still standing in the corner by the windows.

There was another woman standing beside the Princess she was tall and fit dressed in a black suit jacket and red spandex. You recognized her as well considering how big of a fan you were of the Princess, and knew wherever she went. This woman seemed to follow both of them had turned at your entrance.

'Y/N tell them to leave" Riri said snapping you out of your trance.

Your eyes flickered back and forth between her and them trying to assess the situation. But in the end it didn't matter you weren't about to kick the Princess of Wakanda out no matter what. "Come on Riri is that anyway to talk to a Princess" You told her instead. Earning a groan from your roommate who threw her hands in the air. Shuri was a bit taken back but gave you a small smile. Okoye just raised an eyebrow at your statement.

Your eyes landed on the portable speaker Riri was holding onto with a death grip. "Please tell me you're not trying to use that as a weapon?" You asked moving in front of Shuri.

"Y/N now is not the time for your smitten behind to be all smooth" Riri said through gritted teeth. "Get over here" she pointed a finger at you.

You turned around with a smile aimed at the women. "I'm sorry for her she can be pretty hostile sometimes."

"Yeah we can see that is there anyway you can convince her not to be?" Shuri asked.

"For you of course" You replied with a wink turning back around to Riri. She had the speaker raised over her head this time. "Riri just put it down and hear them out."

"Girl I already heard them out they want to kidnap me and take me back to Wakanda against my will" she revealed.

You gave her a blank stare for a solid five seconds before glancing at Shuri and Okoye over your shoulder. The room was silent as they all waited to see what you were going to say or do next. Shuri was hoping you would still side with them. It might make this whole process a lot easier. Finally you spoke up again

"If the Princess of Wakanda wants to take you back to her country. You go without question Riri like seriously why is this even a discussion."

"Damn it y/n this isn't one of your romance books or movies."

"Really because this seems like the start of a beautiful love story to me" You shot back throwing Shuri a quick wink.

"Oh for Bast's sake" Okoye muttered under her breath.

Shuri grinned at you making your heart flutter. "Hey if I take your friend back to Wakanda with us will you come?"

Riri reached out to grab you by the arm and yank you beside her before you could say anything. "Don't even think about it?"

"I'll go wherever you want me to go" You said anyway.

"Y/N shut your hopeless ass up" Riri exclaimed angrily.

"Hopelessly in love" You quickly added.

Riri let out a growl of frustration going to throw the speaker, but you took a hold of her arms. "Would you just wait? Can someone tell me what is really going on here besides the beginning of a love story?"

Shuri let out a chuckle.

It was Okoye who answered. "Your friend here got herself put on the wanted list of a merman with her vibranium detector. Now she is in danger and we're trying to protect her."

Your eyes widened in realization as you turned to her with a 'I told you so look. "I told you not to build that thing Riri but you didn't listen."

"Okay fine you were right but don't forget the part where you were hoping. It would win us a trip to Wakanda so you could meet the Princess."

"Well I mean it did kind of workout I guess but if you're in danger don't you think its best you go with them. I mean a merman doesn't sound dangerous, but if it brought the Princess and the General out here to MIT. This has to be serious" You told her with a empathetic look.

Riri let out a sigh relaxing her grip on the speaker. "Will you cover for me?"

You nodded "of course I will."

"Does that mean you don't want to come back to Wakanda with us?" Shuri asked with a smirk.

"Is that an invitation Princess?" You replied.

"I mean your friend could use the moral support" she said with a shrug.

"Yeah right moral support but you know I'm going for the bonus of winning you over right."

"Hmmm we'll see" she mused flinching when Okoye smacked her arm.

Riri gave you a look as well.

"Are the two of done?" Okoye asked with a eye roll.

"For now" You promised with another wink.



#mcu imagine #marvel imagine #shuri x reader #shuri imagine #riri williams imagine #riri williams x reader #okoye imagine

[bitchinbarzal]

Open the door | M McTavish

part of Hey, Jude AU!

summary: Mason doesn’t like your boyfriend much but now he has a reason.

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“How’s it going with your sisters weird boyfriend, Z?” Jamie asks from across the living room where the boys were playing video games all evening.

Trevor grunted “Meh, he’s- there’s something off about him I mean she keeps canceling our dinners and then griffin was supposed to stay with them and apparently the guy told Griff he just couldn’t stay there anymore so I had to pay for his hotel”

Mason rolled his eyes, not unnoticed by Trevor.

“What’s up McTavish?”

He shifts uncomfortably “I mean he’s an asshole Trev, I don’t see what she sees in him!”

Jamie laughs “Just say you’ve got a crush on her and get it over with”

Mason glares at him “I’m just saying the dudes weird, nothing else”

Jamie mumbles “Sure” in a sarcastic tone and turns back to his remote.

After the teasing had died down they got back to playing games, avoiding the conversation of you and your boyfriend further.

The hate for your boyfriend didn’t come from a bad place it came from the boys watching first hand how he treated you. Constantly telling you what to do, telling you how to dress and whenever Trevor would try help your boyfriend would isolate you from your brother.

At one point in the night Trevor and Jamie had gone to get more beer from the garage fridge when Trevor’s phone began buzzing.

Mason peered over to see your picture on the screen, he leans over the couch and picks it up.

He goes to say a silly line when he hears your heavy breaths on the other side.

“Trevor?” Your voice is strained but quiet at once “Trev please-“

“It’s Mason”

“Oh! Sorry I-“

Mason sits up a little straighter and says “What did he do, y/n?”

You’re shaking your head “he didn’t do, what are you talking about? I’m fine!”

“I’ll be there in five minutes flat, just tell me what’s going on” he encourages.

You sniffled and throw your head back against the tile wall of your bathroom “He hit me, Mase”

You expect some shouting, some sort of outrage but the line goes dead instead. You begin sobbing.

You felt so alone, wondering who to turn to.

In reality you just wanted anyone to hold you right now and tell you it would be ok.

Minutes later you hear the front door bang open and you flinch before you hear heavy footsteps pounding towards your location in the house.

You curl closer into yourself when the door opens. It only takes moments until your body is pulled into Mason’s arms and in that moment you burst into tears of relief.

His hand holds the back of your head and cradles you “It’s ok Angel girl I’ve got you now, you’re safe with me”

You clutch to his hoodie, silently begging him not to go anywhere.

He sits there for hours swaying you back and forth until you finally fall asleep, puffy face and pout.

His fingers trail along your jaw “sweet girl, I’ll always protect you I promise”

He eventually calls Trevor, telling him everything that happened so he could come pack your bags. When he finds his teammate holding you while you slept he gives Mason a knowing look

“Listen, she’s complicated but just don’t let her down ever. She’s worth the world”

Mason nods in agreement “She’s in safe hands here”

#hey jude au #mason mctavish x reader #mason mctavish imagine #Mason x mama

[therealcocoshady]

Recovery - Chapter 29

Eminem x FemReader Fanfiction

Summary : Em explains the situation with Tracy to Y/N.

Tags : Fluff - Angst

MARSHALL’S POV

Marshall’s brain instantly froze when he realized that Y/N had heard his conversation with Tracy. Of course that had to happen. Why wouldn’t his girlfriend walk in just as another woman was mentioning sucking his dick a few days ago ? The universe definitely had a weird sense of humor. He wasn’t sure just how much of the conversation she had heard but, judging by her face, it was bad. She was staring at them in shock, an awkward expression on her face. 

I… Sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb, she said. 

He knew she was trying to keep a straight face, but he knew her too well. He could see her bottom lip quivering and the upper part of her face crumbling with sadness. All he wanted was to push Nicole out of the way and take his girl in his arms, telling her it was all a big misunderstanding. Because it was. Well, kind of. To be fair, Tracy had indeed been in his hotel room but it was a little more complicated than what she had implied. Y/N was starting to walk away but he was unable to move. Fuck. He needed to think and think fast. 

Babe, he said. 

I’ll let the two of you talk, she said as she ducked her head down. I just needed the key to your room but I… I’ll go to mine. 

What ? No, he said immediately. Babe, let me explain, ok ? 

You have nothing to explain, Marshall, she said as she could see the sadness take over her beautiful face. I didn’t mean to intrude. 

With these words, she headed to the reception desk and he heard her ask for a keycard to her room. He quickly looked at Tracy who was facepalming herself. He excused himself and ran to catch Y/N. She was already in the elevator but he could not be bothered to wait so he decided to take the stairs. He thought he had gotten in shape for the tour, but running up four flights of stairs proved him wrong. Or perhaps it was the anxiety and the terrifying perspective of losing her. She had left the country when they broke up, God knows how little she would need to walk out of his life again. He banged on the door to her room. He could already see her packing her suitcase and running away from him forever. When she opened, she had tears streaming down her cheeks. He tried to hug her but she avoided his touch. 

Y/N, please let me explain, he pleaded. It’s not what you think. Please don’t hate me. 

I don’t hate you, Marshall, she said with a hint of sadness. Two days ago… I wasn’t here. You don’t owe me any kind of explanation. I heard that you weren’t doing too well while we were apart so it didn’t cross my mind that you could have… you know. But it was stupid. I’m not mad, I just need a minute. 

She stared at him and he could see the deep sadness the thought of him with Tracy caused her. To be fair, the many times he had thought of her in the arms of other men, it had crushed him too. He could absolutely see where the sadness was coming from. 

Can we talk about it ? He asked softly. 

I’d rather not, she shrugged. 

Please, he pleaded. It’s important. 

She sighed as she looked at him but she nodded eventually. They sat on the bed and he took her hands in his. He took a deep breath before talking to her. 

So, hum… I think I should start by explaining what the deal with Tracy is, he began. 

Well I think I know what the deal is, she said as she rolled her eyes. You don’t need to spell it out for me, she just did. 

It’s more complicated than that, he tentatively explained. Tracy and I have known each other for… Over twenty, twenty-five years. She was there when we started Shady Records. She was one of the first people we hired. She’s part of my team and she does a bit of everything. She’s basically Paul’s right-hand woman. She’s known me since the very beginning of my career and she’s a friend. 

Friend ? His girlfriend asked with a raised eyebrow. That’s really the narrative you’re going with ? 

He looked at her patiently. He knew she could have a bit of an attitude when she was hurt. She was entitled to her own feelings, he wasn’t going to deny that, but it didn’t really make it easy for him in that instant. 

She is, he assured her. She’s been with me through thick and thin, at the height of my addiction and when I recovered, when I was on and off with Kim… She is important to me. 

Marshall, I already told you it was fine. You don’t need to express her many professional and personal qualities to justify why it’s ok that she slept with you, Y/N said. I don’t need her resume. In fact, I don’t need this conversation. 

She started getting up but he quickly grabbed her arm and forced her to face him. 

Baby, I have a point, he said sternly. Please let me make it ? 

Fine, she said. Sorry.

He sighed and took her hand in his as he continued his explanation. 

After I got sober, she was one of the first people I dated, he explained. We were together for about a year but it didn’t work out. We were good together on paper but that wasn’t it. So we decided to remain friends and collaborators. But I’m not going to lie, through the years, we’ve slept together a bunch of times. Not because of feelings, but because it’s comfortable and easy. It’s basically a friends with benefits arrangement. That being said, I haven’t slept with her in years. 

Until two days ago, that is, she sighed. 

No, not even, he said. What happened is… I was heartbroken over you. I was considering flying to Paris to see you after the tour, but at that point, I was pretty sure you were with someone else already and making plans to have babies with him or whatever. So I had no hope whatsoever. I managed to keep to myself for the most part of the tour but two nights ago, I don’t know if it’s because I was tired, or my birthday was coming up, or I was stressed out or what, but I was in a bad mood. It was right after the show in London, before we had to fly to Amsterdam in the morning. Tracy came to my room to make sure I was alright. We talked about her divorce and well… she was lonely, I was lonely and… we kissed. That's all that happened. 

Don’t sugar coat it, his girl groaned. She said she sucked your dick. 

Well she attempted to, he admitted nervously. But I… uh… wasn’t really in a state to. 

Meaning ? She asked. 

I couldn’t get it up, he groaned. 

Obviously, he wasn’t too keen to admit that he hadn’t been able to perform sexually. No man ever wanted to say that out loud, especially to his woman. However, he realized that, for once, it could actually play in his favor. 

So, technically there was some… action in that department, I guess, but not that much, he said. 

I’m sorry, she said sheepishly. 

You don’t have to be sorry about anything, he said. We did what friends do. We shrugged it off, talked for a bit and went to bed. In separate rooms. 

Ok, she said softly. 

So… Are you alright ? He asked. 

I am, she said. I mean… It makes me feel less bad that I slept with my ex before the flight that brought me here. 

You did what ?! He almost yelled. 

He was staring at her with big eyes. Now the shoe was on the other foot and he was livid. He had no idea who that dude was but one thing was sure, if he ever found out, he would beat his ass. He looked at her and saw a grin form on her face. That’s when it hit him : she was messing with his brain. 

You didn’t ? He asked. 

I didn’t, she said. I just wanted you to experience how I felt for a second. Sorry, that was a little petty. 

A little ? He chuckled. I’m supposed to be the petty one, here. 

Sorry, she giggled. I guess you’re rubbing off on me. 

So… No one else ? He asked, just to make sure. I mean, I won’t be mad if there was. As you said, we were broken up. I’m just curious, I guess. 

No one, she assured him. The idea of anyone else was just preposterous to me. You’re the one I want to be with. 

He pulled her in for a hug and kissed her softly. She wrapped her arms around his neck. 

How about you ? She asked. 

You know everything, he said. You’re my one and only. 

So… No date ? No nothing ? You mentioned something about Tinder selfies this morning and it freaked me out a little… 

That was years ago, babe, he chuckled. And believe me, that was short-lived. People kept on reporting me because they thought my account was fake. But lately, no date, no nothing. I wasn’t in the mood to date and I had too much work anyway. 

Ok, she said. 

He kissed her again but she seemed a bit absentminded. 

Everything alright ? He asked. 

I’m just… I have questions, she said. About Tracy. 

I just told you everything, he said. 

Yes but you said you were together before, she recalled. 

I did. We dated for a brief period of time, but we broke up because I wasn’t available, emotionally, he explained. 

What if you guys still have feelings for each other ? She asked nervously. You just said that you kept on sleeping with her for years. 

I said we slept together a few times, he corrected. But it’s not like she was in bed with me every night. In fifteen years, we have probably slept together ten times, tops. And it was always just sex. Nothing more. 

Do you think she has feelings for you ? She asked. 

Pretty sure not, he shrugged. If she’d had feelings for me, she would have had every opportunity to tell me a while ago. Plus, she knows more than anyone that I’m a burden. I’ve been a lousy partner to a lot of women and she’s part of the list. 

You’re not a lousy partner, she said as she rolled her eyes. 

Not to you, he said. At least, I try not to be. But you have to understand that I’m not the same person I was a while ago. I have changed a lot over the years. Believe me, I’ve been an asshole when it comes to dating. Kim and Tracy are prime examples of that. If you women had a  collective black list of men you shouldn’t date, mine  would probably be the first name on it. 

I’m sure it’s not that bad, she said. 

I have lied, I have cheated, I have been manipulative and sometimes violent, so yes, he said in all seriousness. And even when that got better, I was emotionally unavailable. So, believe me, I’m no prize. I probably shouldn’t say that, anyway. The goal is not to convince you to run away when you just came back to me. 

She hummed and stared at him, taking in everything he said. 

So, believe me, no feelings between Tracy and I, he said. And even if she had feelings for me, it wouldn’t matter. You are everything I want and need. And I’m happy nothing more happened with her that night because as much as I needed to get laid and would have probably enjoyed it, you are the only woman I want to sleep with. 

Right, she said as she gave him a side-eye. 

I’m dead-serious, Y/N, he said. And even if I had slept with other women, which I haven’t, it wouldn’t matter one bit. Any other woman, I would fuck her. You are the only person I make love to. I am in love with you. For fuck’s sake, I introduced you to Dre and Curtis, tonight. In my book, it means more than introducing you to my mother. You’re my girlfriend, everybody on my team knows it now. Not to mention my family. We’re going on vacation with my kids. I’ve never done that with any other woman. There’s only you. 

Ok, she said softly before kissing him. 

I need you to know that I am absolutely serious about us, he said sternly. I lost you once and now that I have a shot with you again, I will do everything in my power for our relationship to work out. If you ask for the moon as backyard decor, I will get it for you. 

I’m serious about us too, she said. 

He rested his forehead against hers. Prior, he had absolutely no intention of telling her about Tracy or his past experiences with women. There was nothing glorious there and he wasn’t fond of these memories. And, obviously, when she came back to him, he didn’t feel like telling her about what had happened shortly before. He was so scared to lose her again. However, it felt good to be honest with her. He meant every word he said when he told her he would do anything for her. As far as he was concerned, she was the only woman in the world. He got up and took her hand. 

How about we go back to our room ? He offered. 

We can stay here, she said. I don’t mind. 

Come on. The penthouse suite is bigger, the bed is more comfortable and all our stuff is there, he argued. 

She shrugged and they left the room. All he wanted was to climb in bed with her and cuddle while she wore one of his tee-shirts. She was the only thing he was interested in. However, he was brought back to reality when they saw Tracy in the corridor. Putting all of the team on the same hotel floor had its advantages but also its drawbacks. 

Hi, Tracy said. 

Hey, he said. 

Are you alright, dear ? Tracy asked Y/N while she grabbed her arm. I am so sorry you had to hear that. Really, I am mortified. 

Don’t worry about it,  his girlfriend said with a smile he knew for a fact was fake

Marsh, I’ll need to see you before I leave, Tracy said. We’ll need to go over your schedule for when you get back from your break. 

Sure, he said. Can that wait ? 

Of course. I’m leaving tomorrow night. 

Good then, he said. Goodnight Tracy. 

They went back to the room and, as soon as they closed the door, his girlfriend looked at him with a deadpan expression. 

I swear to God, Marsh, if that woman talks to me like a child and grabs my arm one more time, I will make sure it’s the last thing she ever does, she said. 

She meant no harm, he assured her. She’s like that with everybody. 

Not with me, she assured him. I will not have it. I swear I will go all BTK on her. 

I’m starting to regret all the times I showed you true crime documentaries, he muttered. 

She called you Marsh in front of me and was batting her eyelashes at you, she pointed out sternly. 

She was not, and everyone calls me Marsh, he chuckled. But I do like that you’re jealous. Now, how about you let me prove to you that you are the one and only woman I care about ? 

He spoke seductively and pulled her to him before kissing her passionately. She laughed softly into the kiss, making his heart melt. He ran his hands underneath her dress, gently grabbing her butt. She moaned softly and he could not resist kissing her neck, sucking on her sweet spot before carrying her to the bed. 

We still don’t have condoms, she reminded him. 

Jesus fucking Christ, he groaned. I don’t suppose we can call the front desk ? 

Probably not, she giggled. Why don’t you send your assistant to the nearest pharmacy ? Maybe she’ll get the message. 

You are the pettiest woman ever, do you know that ? He chortled. 

And you love it, she said with a smirk. 

I probably shouldn’t, but I do, he admitted. God, you’re fucking perfect. I want you so bad, it’s frustrating. 

Maybe that’s karma, she said. 

He gave her a playful side-eye. It was clear that, even though she had acknowledged that they weren’t together and that he could technically do what he wanted with Tracy, she was jealous. It made him smile though : it meant she cared. Plus, she was way too cute for him to think it was annoying, not to mention the fact that she was probably too nice for it to become an actual problem. 

I think Karma was when I had the opportunity to get some and the universe wouldn’t let me, he pointed out. 

Maybe she’s just bad in bed, his girlfriend shrugged with a smirk. 

No, that’s not… I mean, yeah, probably, he said as he caught himself. 

They chuckled and he kissed her forehead. At least, they were able to laugh about it. He got in his boxers and she put on one of his tee-shirts before getting under the covers. She curled up on his side as they watched a movie. He could feel her falling asleep and it gave him peace of mind. He breathing was slow and steady against his skin. He closed his eyes and muttered a few love words. He was about to fall asleep when he felt his phone buzzing next to him. He quickly grabbed it and saw a text from Tracy. 

From Tracy : Can we talk ? 

He glanced at Y/N to make sure she was asleep before replying. 

To Tracy : I’m in bed. What’s up ? 

From Tracy : Can you come to my room ? I’d like to finish our conversation.

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Roadside Assistance

Bang Chan x Female reader

Word count: 2k

Synopsis: Your car trouble is more trouble than you thought and your boyfriend Chan saves the day.

A/N: 18+ ONLY! A special treat for a special friend that you all can hopefully enjoy as well! If you do please reblog, like, comment, shoot me an ask. I love the feedback you guys give! Warnings below the cut.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY MDNI! Cursing and strong language, harassment/unwanted touching/advances. I think that's all but if I missed something please let me know and I'll add it asap!

A rain drop hit your windshield. Another. Then another. Suddenly the sky opened up and it started pouring down rain. ‘Just great’ you thought to yourself. The trip back to your parents had been a bust ending in an argument and you were just ready to be home with your boyfriend, Chan. This rain would delay you by at least thirty minutes.  

Then there was a clank... no more of a clunk... no more of a... it didn’t matter. All that mattered was that one of your tires almost flew off and now instead of driving through the rain you were stranded in it. You had gotten soaked when you got out to see what was wrong with the car and now you were ready to cry. You called Chan. 

“Hey baby girl!” He was excited to hear from you. You’d been gone all weekend and he’d missed you. 

“Channie?” Your voice quivered. 

“What’s wrong?!” He was worried immediately. You sniffled holding back your tears. 

“The tire on the car is fucked. Changing it won’t even fix it. It’s raining and I’m soaked, I'm close to home but not that close, I just want to be home with you! What do I do Channie!?” You could no longer hold it back and started crying. 

“Aww baby baby, shhh don’t cry, it’s gonna be okay.” You sniffled again trying to regain composure. 

“I want you to hang up with me and call roadside assistance, the number should be on the back of the insurance card we keep in the glove box. Call them and they’ll send out a tow truck. Okay? Then call me back and let me know what they say.”  

“Okay jagi, I’ll call them and call right back. I love you.”  

“I love you too baby girl.” You hung up with Chan to call roadside assistance. The lady on the phone was so helpful and did a good job at getting you calmed the rest of the way down. She told you that there was a driver close but it still might take him a bit since you were out in the country. Once she had all the information she needed you hung up and called Chan back to tell him what she’d told you.  

One hour. The lady had told you that it should take no more than one hour for the tow truck driver to arrive. Two hours later when he finally pulled up you tried your best not to be irritated. This man didn’t have it any better than you, here he was to hook your car up in the pouring rain and tow you home. The man jumped out of his truck. He was plump and looked in need of a shower or two but was there to help you so you were grateful. He walked up to your window. 

“Leave your keys and let's get you in my truck.” 

“Thank you so much sir.” He nodded smiling at you and something about it was a little unsettling. You got out and ran in the rain to the passenger side of his tow truck. You opened the door, grabbed the inside handle, and went to pull yourself up into the tall truck. Suddenly you felt a hand on your rear pushing you up into the truck. 

“There you go baby girl.” You cringed hearing the man call you what your boyfriend usually called you. 

“My name is y/n and I had it but thank you.” He shut the door and you sat there for about ten minutes while he hooked up your car to his tow truck. When he got into the truck again he was soaked but seemed in good spirits considering he looked like a wet sheep dog and smelled like one.  

“Let’s go!” He started the truck, threw it in gear and you were on your way home again. Thank god. You were thankful for that for about five whole minutes. That was until the man started to talk to you. 

“What’s a pretty thing like you traveling alone for? Don’t you have a man to look after you beautiful?” You scrunched your face. 

“I have a boyfriend but I don’t need looking after, I’m grown.” He smirked and looked you up and down. 

“Yea you are. Why don’t you scoot a little closer and get warm.” You miraculously managed to not puke in your mouth. 

“Even if I hadn’t just told you I have a boyfriend, I would rather not.” The man glared over at you.  

“Keep in mind you have a two hour ride with me and it can be pleasant or unpleasant. Depends on you baby girl.” Ugh it made your skin crawl when he called you that and what exactly did he mean by that? You were uncomfortable before you were getting scared now. You pressed the call button on your phone, luckily Chan was the last person you had talked to so it dialed his number. When Chan answered he was confused as to why you weren’t replying to him and then figured you had pocket dialed him. He was just about to hang up when the tow truck driver started talking again. 

“Come on then, get closer gorgeous.” Your voice was a little shaky. 

“You’re making me uncomfortable. I’ve told you I have a boyfriend and that I don’t want to. Please drop it.” He scoffed and Chan saw red. Who the hell did this guy think he was? The man’s hand slid over the seat and onto your knee. You batted it away quickly. 

“Don’t touch me!” He sighed irritated. 

“Don’t be such a fridged bitch.” The man focused on driving again but from time to time continued to try and get you to move closer, which you did not. Chan who was still listening in was ready to knock the guy’s teeth out hearing the way he spoke to you. 

The more you insisted on not doing what he asked the more irritated and irate he became. His temper was getting shorter and you were really starting to get scared.  

“Maybe I don’t take no for an answer, hmm?” That was that. You decided you had to get away from him. You’d rather be stranded in the rain than stay another moment in the cab of that tow truck with that disgusting man. You came up to a flashing red stop light with different crop fields on each side and the one on your side of the truck had tall stalks that would be easy to hide in. 

As soon as the truck came to a stop you quickly jumped out and ran into the field. When you lept from the truck your phone fell into a puddle on the side of the road cutting off Chan’s call. You considered stopping and grabbing it but it was done for, so you just ran. You could hear the man shout after you but you weren’t stopping.  

You ran into the field cutting across and turning this way and that way so that if the driver was following you, it would be difficult to keep up. It was still pouring down rain still and before long you realized you were safe but lost. It took you quite a while to find your way out of the field towards the roads again. When you finally did you started to walk the direction you thought the closest town was in. You’d knock on someone’s door and ask for help. You’d call Chan and he’d come get you. That’s all you wanted was Chan. 

It felt like you had been walking down that road in the rain forever without seeing one house. Didn’t people live on these farms? Then you saw the first set of head lights you had seen since you’d gotten back on the road. It was a truck and you started to worry that it was the tow truck again, that he’d found you. The closer it got the more panicked you were until the lights flashed on you and the truck pulled to the side of the road. 

“Fuck baby girl! Jesus Christ are you okay?” It was Chan jumping down from his truck. He rean to you and kissed you cupping your face. He’d left the house when you had called the very first time. Then when you kept him on the line until it cut off he started driving up and down every road looking for you. He wrapped his arms around you. Warmth always radiated off of Chan and you had never been more thankful for that than you were now. You were freezing. 

“I-I'm o-okay j-just ccc-cold.” You were shivering. Chan hurried you over to the truck and helped you in before climbing back in himself. He blasted the heat and you slid over on the seat closer to him to steal more of his body heat. Chan wrapped his arm around your shoulder and squeezed.  

“I was so worried when your call cut off.” He kissed the side of your head. 

“Oh I jumped out of his truck and dropped my phone in a puddle. I left it behind, I’m sorry.” You shivered and he rubbed your arm up and down trying to warm you more. 

“It’s okay baby girl. We’ll get your old phone turned back on until we can get you a new one. We’ll also call roadside assistance and file a complaint on that man. I’m sure he’ll still drop your car off at the mechanic’s as planned. I’ll check tomorrow so don’t worry about any of that. I’m just glad that I found you and you’re okay.” You nuzzled in close and before long dozed on Chan’s shoulder. He allowed you to sleep like that. You had a two and a half hour drive ahead of you. You slept on and off with Chan’s arm around you but finally curled up on your side of the truck cab and fell into a deep sleep.  

“Y/n, baby? Wake up we’re home...” You felt a warm hand rubbing your back. You groaned and stretched. You went to move and your legs cramped from all the walking you’d done. You whined. 

“I can’t Channie. My legs hurt.” He helped you down out of the truck and then gave you a piggy back ride into the house, he made you laugh with his ridiculous airplane noises. 

“Okay bath and then bed.” Chan set you down on the counter in the bathroom and started to run you a hot bath not only to warm you but to soothe your sore legs as well. When it was ready Chan gave you some privacy and let you undress and bathe. After a while he knocked and you called for him to come in. 

“Need me to get your back?” You laughed. 

“Will you?” He knelt down and grabbed your soapy loofa from you and started rubbing it across your back. You sighed and closed your eyes feeling even more relaxed now that you were home and warm and with Chan. You lifted your head after a minute. 

“I’ll rinse off and be in for bed.” Chan handed your loofa back to you and kissed the top of your head.  

“Love you.” You smiled sleepy. 

“Love you Channie.” Chan went to get ready for bed and you stood up and showered off all the soap and grime from your bath. Once you were all clean you got out and wrapped a towel around your body and one around your hair. You walked into your bedroom and Chan was already in bed, leaning against the head board under the blanket waiting for you. You quickly threw on one of his big t-shirts dried your hair a bit more and finally crawled into bed with your boyfriend. He pulled you close, his arms wrapped around you. You felt safe and warm. You were in your happy place. Chan’s embrace. 

“I love you Chan.” He squeezed you and kissed your forehead. 

“I love you too.” 

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Long Way Down Final-Part Five

Okay here it is. The Fifth and Final Part of a Long Way Down.

Warning- Language, discussions of suicide and depression.

Those triggers are not a major part of the story as far as the details but I do want you to know ahead of time if those subjects would cause you distress.

And you guys are getting all, the feels, the angst, and dad!rry as well as a few unexpected things

Aside from that I hope it meets your expectations.

Word Count 6.5K

While trying to process the words, Harry chokes back tears and feels his heart race. When the news finally registers that Y/N is safe and the search is over he leaps off the sofa and races down the hall. Relief pumps through every part of him as he runs toward the guest room. He's been so afraid of never seeing Y/N again. But now, she's coming home and his heart overflows with happiness. He knows that nothing could ever replace the love he feels for his Y/N - his prayers have been answered

Harry's shouts startle Liam as he crashes through the door. "They found her. They fuckin' found her." he yells as tears stream down his face.

Liam shakes his head and rubs his eyes as he sits on the edge of the bed. “Wha's that?” Liam asks in confusion, trying to make sense of the news. Suddenly, he realizes that they have found Y/N. He is both surprised and relieved. "They found her? Is she okay? Where is she?" He is happy to abandon his much needed nap when he hears the happy report.

“She’s in some small village in Scotland. They said she’s fine. I think she’s fine. I dunno, but we gotta go. Y/N's mum can stay here with the kids. We gotta go. Up. What ya’ just sitti’ there for? We need to hurry and get her."

"Let's go get out girl." Liam stands and slips on the jeans draped over the end of the bed. He walks over to the corner and picks up a sweatshirt from the floor and puts it on. “Well, what are you standing there for? Let's go. I'm ready."

Just as Harry steps into the hall, the door to the next room opens. "What's the matter, love? What's wrong?" Y/N's mother asks.

“They’ve found ‘er," he says.

“Oh please tell me she’s ok.”

He pauses, taking a deep breath before finally giving her the news. "She's alive," he says with relief. Harry nods and smiles. "She is. Well, that's what the detective told me."

“Thank God,” she says. She releases a long, deep sigh of relief, feeling the weight lifted off her shoulders.

“You’ll need to stay here with the kids. Liam and I are heading to get her.”

“Where is she?” she asks.

“Lil village in Scotland.”

“Scotland? What on earth for?” she asks.

Harry shrugs and dashes toward the stairs. "I've told ya all I know. We'll call you when we get there. Can you please talk to the kids when they get up from their naps? It'll just delay us if I wake them up now."

She nods, wiping away tears. "Yes, of course. Please hurry. Tell her I love her."

"'m callin' Jeff to get a plane ready," Harry calls out as he runs down the hall, and up the stairs. Once on the second floor he darts into the couple's bedroom. He grabs his phone and hits Jeff's contact. He demands they get a plane ready ASAP, so they can fly to Y/N.

As he speaks to Jeff he shoves on his sneakers, clips back his bangs, and brushes his teeth- all in a matter of a few minutes. As he scans the room, he wonders what Y/N might need. It appears from his discussion with the detective that she had all of her belongings with her. He says to himself, "You got me 100% from now on, baby." After emptying his Pleasing tote of its usual 40 tons of stuff he grabs some clothes, his keys, wallet and other essentials tossing it all in the bag as he heads down to the living room.

When he arrives downstairs, Liam is waiting for him. "I've called for a car. They should be here soon. Good thing everyone was on standby, otherwise this could've been a logistical nightmare," Liam says, emphasizing the urgency of the situation.

"No it wouldn't. Would've driven us m'self if I'd had to. Oh, Liam, man I've never felt better in m' life. Y/N's comin' home. 'm gonna love her like no man has ever loved a woman. She's gonna get sick of me I swear it." His anticipation causes him to jump up and down with excitement. His smile is wider than Liam has ever seen it.

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Harry is so frantic to get to Y/N that he nearly shatters the glass of the sliding doors as he runs into the hospital. He is desperate to find his wife and unable to wait for the elevator to arrive he rushes up the stairs. As sweat dampens his forehead and an intense sense of urgency propels him forward.When he reaches the second floor he pulls the door open with force.

"I'm sorry sir this floor is closed. You'll have to take the elevator to the next floor," a police officer says to him.

"No, it's ok. She's m' wife the woman you all are protecting. Y/N Styles, she's m' wife." He repeats with growing resolution, "Y/N Styles is my wife and Detective Reeves knows I'm here."

Before Harry can proceed, Detective Reeves approaches him. "It's alright, he's the husband."

Harry stands tall and speaks firmly, "Yes, I've come to take her home."

The two officers nod. "Sorry, sir."

"It's alright, thanks for looking after her," Harry says.

"You can come this way, Mr. Styles." Reeves walks down a desolate hallway."Let's step into the waiting area," he says.

"Where is she? Wanna see Y/N. You said she's ok, right?" Harry adds with a hint of irritation in his voice.

In response, the detective motions towards a couch. "Please have a seat, Mr. Styles. I need to speak with you about your wife." Harry sits down, his patience wearing thin. He knows something is wrong and he needs answers.

"Where is she? Wanna see m' wife. What's happen'?" His voice quivers with worry. "Tell me, Detective. What's going on with my wife?" Is she okay?"

As he nods his head Reeves replies, "She is indeed, but I still need to speak with you before you see her."

Harry stands and paces the tiny room. "Tell me, ya worryin' me."

"I know you're anxious," Reeves continues, "but I need you to stay here for a few minutes so we can talk."

He throws his hands in the air and asks, "Why can't I see her?"

"I understand how you feel. I know you're eager," Reeves says calmly, "but I need you to trust me and stay here while we talk things through."

"Spit it out then."

"Sir, it appears your wife wasn't truly missing in the traditional sense. Do you remember when we first spoke, and I told you adults can leave without a trace, and it's perfectly acceptable?"

"Yeah. What do ya mean?" he asks. "What are ya sayin'?"

"I'm referring to a concept called voluntary disappearance. It's when an adult chooses to leave their current life behind and start a completely different one elsewhere. It's not a crime and it's not illegal. It's a personal decision to break ties and start anew."

'I don't understand what you are sayin' when you say start a new life. I am growing more and more impatient with you," Harry says.

"Once the doctors give you the okay, I'll let you talk to your wife about it in depth, but it seems that she really did leave you. It seems she wasn't happy and didn't want to be there anymore. It was determined after lengthy discussions with myself, my partner and the medical staff that she had personal reasons for leaving. As for the details, you'll need to speak with your wife."

 "Details? Details like what? You know what? Fuck you Reeves." He points his finger at the man, then places his hands in the pockets of his sweats as he clinches his jaw. "Lemme see m' wife. 'm not playin' this game with ya', dancin' round the subject, tryin' to be cryptic. Where is she?"

"I am simply trying to let you know what our investigation has uncovered. You are welcome to see your wife, but it might be beneficial for you to understand the full scope of the situation before you enter the room."

"Go on then, tell me how ya know m' wife so much better than me," Harry says.

"You see your wife seems to be very unhappy. She suffers quite a lot. The woman in that room is much different from the wife I suspect you've known all these years."

Harry steps toward the door. "Where are the doctors? You aren't telling me shit. And how did she even end up here?"

"Said she took a bus, then rideshare to the old lady's house." The detective shrugs. She can explain where she left the car and all that when you talk to her." Reeves walks to the door and opens it. "I'll get the doctor. Please just wait here."

"Sure, whatever." Harry waves his hand.

The detective steps out, but returns within a minute or two, followed by a small woman in a white jacket.

She enters the room and extends her hand and nods. "Thank you for speaking with me, sir." Harry shakes her hand. "I'm Dr. Thomas. I've been here with your wife since she came in last night. I think there are some things you need to know before you go in, but there are also things you need to hear directly from your wife." She wants to make sure Harry is prepared to support her.

"Are you gonna dance as well? Jesus need to take you two on tour with me for all the dancing around you do."

"Sir, let's have a seat." The doctor motions toward the same sofa.

"'m tired of bein' asked to have a seat." But Harry does as the doctor asks, and sits.

She sits next to him, straightening her coat. "Mr. Styles, your wife overdosed. She said that the depression and anguish, as she described it, had become too much for her to continue. I'm so sorry," the doctor said softly, "but now we must focus on helping her through this difficult time. These maladies affect everyone differently, so what depression might look like for you or for me, looks different for her. Does that make sense?"

"Yeah. Yeah, course I understand everyone's experience is different. But depression? Anguish? Where is all of this comin' from? She never let on. How could I have known she was sufferin'?" Harry stands.

"Your wife is suffering from a major depressive episode. It's not unusual for women in her situation to experience this."

"Her situation?"

"Yes, but that's something you'll need to discuss with your wife."

"This is ridiculous. Say what you've got to say or le' me to speak to 'er." Harry walks to the door and opens it.

The doctor follows him. "Mr. Styles, she's very fragile," the doctor says apologetically, "and I must stress that it is essential that you handle her with care."

"When can I take her home?" he asks.

"My advice would be to transfer her to a psychiatric hospital. I know that you have the choice of any facility you wish, so that should be left up to you. I think the transfer would be appropriate sometime tomorrow if she remains stable through tonight."

"Okay." He steps into the hall. "Thank you, doctor. I appreciate what you've done for my wife. I'll see to it we get her in the right place. I'll have her therapist and doctor coordinate with you once we determine where we are taking her. Can I see her now?"

"Yes." The doctor and detective step into the hall, and walk a few doors down, and Harry follows. "I'll be here the rest of the evening if you have any questions. Just have one of the nurses contact me." She and Harry shake hands before she walks away.

"Mr. Styles, our work here is complete, so we are going to make our way back to London. You know how to reach me. While the circumstances aren't ideal I'm happy we found her, and that she's safe. Don't be too harsh on yourself. These things happen."

Harry has the impulse to hug the man but stops and settles for a handshake. "Thank you. Thank you so very much for all you've done."

"Not at all sir. All in a day's work isn't it?"

"I suppose. Thank you." Harry nods.

"Good luck, Mr. Styles." He walks away.

"Harry, just call me Harry."

"Alright Harry. Goodnight."

Harry is excited, but apprehensive about seeing his wife. He looks down the hall and sees Liam talking with officers guarding the stairwell.

He taps on the door. There is no response, but he pushes the heavy door open.

Y/N lays in the bed staring out of the window.

"Hi, Angel. It's Harry, love." His voice is soft and steady as he slowly walks toward the bed.

As he sits in a chair next to her, he sees in her profile that she is awake. As he takes her hand, he whispers, "Love, it's me.". "Missed you. Had me going crazy wonderin' if I would ever see you again.". He brushes her hair away from her face. "I love you."

She remains silent, moves around, but still won't look at him.

"Y/N I don't know what's wrong baby. I know things are rough at home, but we'll fix them. No, I'll fix them. We don't want you to leave us ever again. I'll do anything you want." He starts to cry. "I'm here for you," he promises, his voice breaking. "We'll get through this together, whatever it takes."

Y/N doesn't respond.

"Tell me what you want, I'll do it. We've built so much together, a beautiful family. I thought we were happy, baby. I'm so sorry."

When she turns to him she avoids eye contact."I don't love you."

"How can you say that?" he asks, his voice trembling with emotion .

"You can go now. I told them not to call you." Her voice is cold and dry.

He stares in disbelief, his world crumbling around him. He shakes his head. She has just spoken words he would've never predicted. He can't believe that she is so callous and that she has given up on them without even trying to work things out. With his free hand he pours a cup of water from a small pink pitcher and offers it to her. "Here, have some water. Your throat is dry."

She doesn't accept the water. Even before he came home from his tour, she realized that the connection they once had was missing. She couldn't pinpoint when she fell out of love, but it had been a while. It was time for them to separate so that she could move on and find true happiness. He deserved happiness too, and she wanted him to find it. He was a very decent man, but he just wasn't the man for her. Not anymore."

He shakes his head. "No, baby, no, that's your depression talking. We're gonna get you some help,yeah?" He rubs her hair.

"Stop it." She swats his hand away.

He removes his hand from her. "Sorry, love. It might take you some time to feel better, but I'm home and I'll look after the kids. You can have all the time you need. We'll find the finest place in the world, anywhere, and you go and take care of yourself." He tries to hand her the cup of water again.

She shakes her head. "No, I'm not thirsty."

"Baby, your voice is dry. You need to drink something."

She pushes the water away. She tries to be polite as possible, and she removes her hand from his while saying, "Please Harry, please don't make me be rude. I'm trying to be decent here. Just leave."

He stands, placing the cup on the tray. "Decent? Is that what this is? Desert your babies? Disappear without a trace knowing we were lookin' for ya? I'm here Y/N. I'm waiting for you to let me help ya', but just like the day ya left I'm lost. I don't know what to do." He sniffles as he tries to stop crying , and focus on her, and what she is saying.

She returns her gaze to the window. "Leave. That's what you can do. I'll get the help I need, but I still don't want to be married to you. As for the kids we'll figure it out, but honestly I just need to be by myself. I don't want to wait for anyone to come home, or change a diaper. I can't take the pressure anymore."

"But ya don't have to baby. I'm home now, got all the help you could want."

"Is that what you've been doing since you've been home? Helping?"

"I know I haven't been perfect, but I swear I'll try. Please at least give me the chance."

"Leave, Harry."

"No."

"Harry there's someone else." She looks down at her lap. "Is that better? Someone who doesn't make me feel like a maid or just a fuck toy."

Harry punches the wall. "No!" He grabs his hand, shaking away the pain. "You brought another man into our home, our bed?"

"No. I didn't have sex with him. But Harry, he makes me feel heard and seen. That's something we haven't had for a long time. I want a divorce. Is he the man I'll be with?" She shrugs. "I don't know, but he made me realize there is someone out there who can appreciate me as a complete woman and not just the parts that serve him."

"No, Y/N. You're not getting off that easy. You don't get to just walk away from nearly a decade at the flick of a wrist. You don't just get to leave and not give it a chance, not talk to me about how you're feelin." He wipes his face, then rubs his hurt hand.

"I'm trapped then, aren't I? Have to just keep my mouth shut and act happy. I can't Harry. I've tried and I just can't do it anymore."

"What are you talking about Y/N?" Harry walks back over and tries to hold her hand again.

"I'm a mum and a wife, your wife of all people and I'm not happy." With a shake of her head, she frees her hand from him.

"We'll work on it. I promise." He looks into her eyes, his voice firm but compassionate as he adds, "I need you to believe that I'm worth the effort."

"No matter how much we work on it, I simply don't get to be me. I'm still only a wife, your wife no less and a mother. That's all I am. It's a bitter reminder that, while I'm capable of so much more, I'm still often defined by my roles within our relationship." She closes her eyes holding back tears as she bites her lip.

"No. No, love, you're everything, that's what you are. You are a beautiful and powerful force in this world. You bring light and hope wherever you go, and nothing can stop that."

She rolls her eyes and sighs, fidgeting in bed until she finally sits up. "Harry please leave. You know I'm fine now. I'll get some help finding a place to transfer to, but please let me be. It's okay to stop loving someone. You don't get to be mad at me because of the way I feel."

He shakes his head and walks back and forth. "You know Y/N you are really a piece of work. I felt sorry for ya when they told me 'bout the shape you were in. I really did, but I see now you're just selfish." He looks at the door to check that no one is coming in. "You're bein' a coward," gritting his teeth he points at her, "not taking responsibility for your actions. You're bein' selfish."

"Oh," she says in a voice louder than she intended. She lowers her volume. "You have to be kidding, Harry. That must be a joke. Me?" She presses her hands to her chest. "I'm selfish?"

"Yeah, Y/N tha's what I said. Selfish."

"That's not true!" she declares, her voice indignant. "I'm not selfish!"

"Then what is Y/N? What are you? Those kids need their mum!" Harry shouts this time.

Y/N drops her voice. "No more than they've needed a father."

A twisted expression appears on Harry's face. "Is that what this is about? Tryin' to teach me a lesson at the expense of the kids?"

"Quit being so fucking narcissistic Harry, everything in the world isn't about you! Don't you get enough attention already? This isn't about teaching you anything."

He steps toward the bed. "Oh really? Well, Lola, you remember her, the littlest one? Big beautiful eyes, chubby cheeks, you remember her don't ya? Been sick since you left. Archer, the oldest one, gorgeous boy, ya remember him? Well he busted his foot. No to mention ya leave the whole of the world lookin' for ya." Harry chuckles as he tugs at his lip. "You can't take it anymore. Bullshit. That's what it is. How about your mum and sisters? All of our friends? You've had lots of people outta their minds Y/N"

"You think I don't know the trouble I've caused?" She asks her voice rising with each word. "You think I don't care about the kids? Well, I do! That's why I left."

"Leavin' 'ems not helpin' 'em is it? Wonderin' where their mum has gone, leavin' me to make up lies, promisin' you'll be back." Harry kicks the bed.

The door opens, a young male nurse interrupts. "Alright in here?"

"Yes," Y/N replies.

"Are you sure?" the nurse asks.

"I'm sure." She nods.

"If your visitor is upsetting you I'm sure we can have the officers remove him." The nurse looks Harry up and down.

"No, I'm fine. Thank you," Y/N says.

"I'll be right outside if you need me." He closes the door.

"It's not about you or the kids, or anyone else. Don't you see that? It's about me. It's about what I want." She stands.

"Marriage doesn't work that way, and building a life together doesn't work that way." Harry reduces the space between them, stepping toward her.

She looks at the floor, then at Harry. "Marriage is about two people and if one person is only focused on themselves, then the marriage is not going to work. This marriage is about you, and I'm not angry anymore. You can't help who you are and I can't help how I feel."

Harry grips her shoulders, leaning down to look her in the eye. "I'm sorry," he whispers. "I don't know how to make it work, but I promise I'll try."

"Harry, you can't fix it. I've fallen out of love with you." Tears fill her eyes. "Do you think it makes me happy to make you upset? Of course not. I love you, but I'm not in love with you." She speaks the words that are the kiss of death to anyone on the receiving end. "That's why I took the pills."

He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. "What do you mean?"

"Death would be easier than leaving. I'd rather be dead than hurt you or the kids. I wish that old lady had let me be." She sighs heavily, looking away.

Harry kneels, grabs her legs and hides his face in her thighs as he pleads with her. "Don't say that. Never, ever, ever say that again." He sobs at the mere mention of her harming himself. "I know you're in pain," he whispers while rubbing the back of her legs. "But I need you to understand that no matter what, I'm here for you. We can get through this together."

She touches his shoulder. "Don't feel obligated to say what you think I want to hear."

"'m not, swear it love. I'd give up everything just to see you smile again. If that means splitting up, then I'll accept it. Walking away from my career, I'll do it. You hold all the cards love."

"Let's be serious Harry you're never leaving your career."

"But I'm willing to make this sacrifice for us," Harry said, determined to make his point clear. "I would. If that's what you want I won't fight you. I'll post on Instagram or Twitter or whatever, and announce m' retirement." He looks up at her. His eyes are full of dedication, sadness, and desperation.

She shakes her head and looks at the ceiling. "No. I don't know why I can't just let it all go," she whispers. "But it's like my heart won't let me. I don't even know how to love you anymore."

"Go, Harry."

"But would you at least discuss it with a therapist before we make a final decision? Please."

"Harry, please go home. Please tell the children I love them, and I will see them soon." Out of habit she rubs his thick, dark curls, holding him to her for just a moment. Tears roll down her face. "Please go."

He releases himself from her and stands. He takes her face in his hands, scanning her eyes for a glimpse of the old Y/N but she's not there. After placing a kiss on her forehead, he says in a soft, gentle voice. "I love you Y/N. I always will. Nothing you can do will change that. I will never give up on us, never." He's determined to be there for her.

With a trembling lip, she steps back and gives him a final nod of her head, her heart aching as she watches her husband walk away.

At the door he turns to her. "Meant what I said. Anything in the world to make ya stay, to work this out."

She nods. "Sure," she says.

"Speak with your doctors, and once you decide on a place I'll make sure it's paid for, but please let's at least talk about it again when you're feelin' better."

####

It's been two months since Harry rushed to Scotland to see his wife. It has been two months since she left, saying she no longer loved him. For the last month they have worked with their therapist to try and fix what's broken. Y/N lives in an apartment they own on the other side of the city. The kids remain with Harry. For the first few weeks Anne stayed with Harry to help, but since then he's been on his own with the children. They don't fully understand why their Mummy doesn't live with them. When she sees them it is difficult when Harry takes them back home for both Y/N and the children. There are always sobs in the car as Harry drives them home, buying their contentment with ice cream and toys and amusement parks. However, he know that isn't a sustainable way for them to cope.

With the help of a child psychologist they are adjusting a bit. But the transition is difficult for everyone and their wounds remain deep .Each day is a little bit easier. He works his schedule around theirs, and makes certain he is available to them at any time. He leaves Lola with a trusted friend or Gemma when he can't take her with him. That's usually only for therapy appointments with Y/N. During the day the two older children are in school so his only immediate concern is Lola. He has put all his plans on hold. He's even asked Jeff not to call for the time being. Jeff is one of his best friends, but Harry also knows it's all business in the end. He can't let anything distract him. The three shows in Manchester are around the corner. He's decided to stay with his mum so she can help with the kids while he rehearses and puts the final touches on the show.

####

Manchester Night Three

Harry is near the end of his final night in Manchester when he walks to the mic stand.

"Thank you everyone for welcoming me home. As most of you know I grew up not too far from here, and it's always a pleasure coming home. It's been an honor returning to Manchester and getting the chance to perform for all of you these three nights."

The crowd erupts into cheers and barking. Harry gives them a moment before he continues. In spite of the noise of the crowd, he speaks, "Thank you so much for everything, but the evening isn't quite over yet! I have something very special and unexpected for all of you."

Harry and the band have had a tremendous impact on people, as evidenced by the crowd's enthusiasm and appreciation. The cheering and applause are not only a sign of gratitude and admiration, but they also serve as a reminder of the show's success. A clear indication of the joy it has brought to countless people.

"Thank you." Harry chokes back tears, pausing for a moment as he looks at the ground. He clears his throat and continues. "Throughout our show's run, we have had the opportunity to share our message of joy and positivity with people from all walks of life. We are overwhelmed by the amount of support we have received and we are truly thankful for the encouragement and love we have been shown." He stops and looks around, taking it all in, the enormous stadium filled with people who love him, but there is one person missing, the only person that matters. "There should be glow stick necklaces in your seats. I see many of you have them already. Please make sure that you all wear them for the last few songs. Come on then, I want this room to look like a sea of stars. I usually end the show with Kiwi, but tonight we have changed up the setlist. I hope you'll like what I've got in store for you." A cheer breaks out. Harry walks to the other side of the stage.

"But before I do that, I want to share a few things with you." He looks back at the band, giving a half-smile. "I rarely talk about my personal life or business endeavors, but tonight I would like to share a bit of that with you. My contract will end after tonight's last song."

A few in the crowd murmur, mumble, cheer or shout, but most of the fans are quiet as they await his next words. Some are predicting a surprise release of his next album tonight.

"But this time I didn't renew that contract. No one, not even my wife knows that. Instead, I'm taking a break to spend some quality time with my family and reflect on the past as well as consider my next steps, whatever they may be." The stadium falls silent as he continues. However, some decide to boo Harry during such a vulnerable moment.

"I know, and believe me I'm sorry to say that, but it's important you hear it from me, and not the press or social media gossip. As most of you know I have a beautiful family, and I love them more than words, even mine can describe. They are true treasures. A pair of beautiful, sweet, and amazing daughters, as well as a handsome and gifted son. But there's one person who doesn't get the credit they deserve and that's my wife. She truly is a Sweet Creature. Everything that is good and happy in my life stems from that woman. She has been with me for almost 10 years, and that alone makes her a saint." Harry holds back tears as his voice cracks. "While I have been traveling the world doing what I love, she has been at home with our family. However, somewhere along the way I forgot how difficult it must be for her. She always shared me with you without reserve or hesitation. She inspired some of you favorite songs. I also realized just how much I'd missed with my kids. And for those reasons I am embarking on a long hiatus."

The jumbotron catches women and girls sobbing, some holding their hands to their hearts praising him for being such a wonderful husband. His gesture of love and dedication resonates with many, as evidenced by the reactions of the crowd.

"And I hope during that time you don't forget me, and that you love the music I come back with, but I want to take some time to be with my family and hopefully grow as a person as well as an artist. Now, my kids are backstage, and if you're good I might invite them out at the end of the show. " Everyone screams and yells.

"The songs I'm about to play have meant a lot to me recently. After looking through the catalogue of songs I've written or just sang over the years, some really stuck out as very significant right now. So, if you'll be patient for one more moment I'd like to ask some special people to join me on the stage."

As a customized riser comes from beneath the stage, four silhouettes can be seen. The roar and stomping that comes from the crowd can probably be heard in Liverpool.

"I think some of you might recognize these guys, but just in case I'll let them introduce themselves." The crowd begins to quiet down. The stage lights shine down on the four men as they turn toward the crowd.

"I'm Niall." The crowd cheers.

"I'm Zayn." The crowd only grows louder.

"Hey everyone, it's Liam" And the cheers continue to grow.

And finally. "I'm Louis."

The stadium is so loud that the guys can't talk to one another so they just smile and wave at the crowd. The atmosphere is electric, like a thunderstorm that has been brewing for days and is finally ready to unleash its power.

Harry laughs into the mic. "Weren't expecting that were you?" His quip elicits a roar of laughter from the audience, further encouraging their enthusiasm. Everyone seems on the verge of hysteria.

So I'd like to start off with a song that has really hit home for me lately. This one is called "Long Way Down."

Niall begins,

We made a fire Went down in the flames We sailed an ocean And drowned in a wave Built a cathedral But we never prayed We had it all, yeah And we walked away

Harry belts out his iconic, soulful lyrics

Point of no return And now it's just too late to turn around I try to forgive you, But I struggle 'cause I don't know how We built it up so high and now I'm fallin' It's a long way down It's a long way down from here

The voices of the stadium singing along all but drowned out the boys completely. The song continues with all of the boys singing their parts with absolute perfection.

"Now, this next one's even further back in the catalogue, and it's called Infinity," Louis says. Music emanating from the stage even further excites the fans, as the boys grin with joy at being together and sharing a stage with each other. Once again they are in complete harmony as though it had been days and not years since they sang together.

"And I think the fellas got one more left in 'em. Do ya guys?" Harry asks with his signature smile.

They agree.

"This one has been on my mind as I made these recent decisions about my career. Y/N I hope you're listening. "If I could fly". Harry begins.

If I could fly I'd be coming right back home to you I think I might Give up everything, just ask me to

The song is as beautiful as it was the first time the crowd heard it so many years ago. After the final note. Each of the boys nod, and say thank you. The five gather at the center of the stage and engage in a long, tearful embrace. The entire crowd is crying and cheering. Eventually the boys wave and say goodbye one last time before exiting.

"Thank you so much, guys, and to you our fans thank you for loving and supporting us as individual artists since we played as One Direction. I think I speak for all of us, when I say we are immensely grateful for each and everyone of you." The fans cheer and shout.

"Okay. So I promised if you were good I'd let you see my adorable bubs. I think my mum has them backstage. Sarah, would you mind going back and helping bring the babies in?"

Sarah nods, steps away from her drum kit and walks backstage. Harry entertains the crowd by reading signs. Soon everyone is indicating to Harry that there is activity behind him. When he turns around Sarah has Poppy by her hand, and Archer walks ahead of them. "Where's my Lola?" he asks Sarah.

"She's coming."

"What? She can't even walk without help." Harry laughs.

He turns back to the crowd, "Okay baby Styles is somewhere."

He leans down to Poppy. "Can you tell my friends your name?"

"Poppy." She grabs the hem of her lace dress and tucks her face into Harry's chest. The crowd ooh and awws.

Archer pats his dad's leg. "My turn."

"I think he's gonna be the performer in the bunch."

Harry squats as he asks, "And what's your name?"

"Archer, and I busted my foot, but it's better."

The audience laughs hysterically. Suddenly, they scream almost as loudly as they did for the One Direction guys. Harry turns around to see Y/N carrying Lola.

He mouths "What are you doing here?"

She smiles and shrugs. He extends his arms to take Lola. "And this little bit is Lola." He kisses the baby, then gives Y/N a peck on the cheek, not wanting to step across the boundaries they've set for the time being. He puts his arm around Y/N's waist. "And this is Y/N. She's everything I could ever ask for in a wife. She's the only reason I'm still doing this for you, but now it's her turn." He points to the kids. "And their turn. Like I said I hope you don't forget me and are still here when I come back. I don't know how long that will be, but no matter how long it is I'll never forget any of you, or any of this. I love you all. Thank you so much. And with that I'd like to ask the band to join me for a wave and bow."

The band walks forward and in a line they put their arms around one another, some smiling, some crying as they take the final bow.

###

Backstage.

"What are you doing here?" Harry asks Y/N.

"Your mum told me there was something I really needed to be here for."

"Does this mean?"

She shakes her head. "Not yet Harry, and I don't know if or when it will be, but tonight was a start."

She hugs him and kisses him on the cheek.

"That's all I need, some hope, at least a start."

"Okay." She nods and takes his hand. "A start."

#harry styles x y/n #harry styles fluff #harry styles angst #harry styles fan fic #harry styles x you #harry styles x reader #dad!rry

[tetsuski]

why try?

prologue

pairing: gojo Satoru x fem!reader

friends to lovers

word count: 1.1k

warning : none

summary: feelings are confusing. neither you nor Gojo knows how to deal with them.

mlist

a/n : lmk if u want more want to be in a tag list!

a year ago

its the first day you came into the jujutsu high

you finally finished unpacking walking outside of your dorm trying to find the exit so your teacher can shows you around the school. and you're also hungry. since you just moved here your fridge is empty. hearing your stomach growls.

but luck is not on your side today cause it was pouring rain and that leaves you stuck in an empty building or so you thought it was until you heard faint footsteps echoing through the hallways

what was that?

you see a tall figure from the distance walking towards you. maybe today is the day your life ends. a new girl in a dark hallway. what an easy target.

you wanted to run but your whole body feel frozen its like your feet are stuck on the pavement.

as the figure become closer to you

“AAAHHHH!!” you screamed closing your eyes in fears

and nothing happened

slowly you open up your eyes expecting something scary but instead, you locked eyes with a boy about the same age as you wearing sunglasses on looking at you confused “Why the fuck did you scream? do I look like a bad guy to you? who are you anyway?”

thank you universe- you thought to yourself

silence not realizing the boy asked you a question

“so… you come here often?” trying to make small talk with the boy standing right in front of you “Yeah, I'm a student here” he answered looking out to the window just noticing that he was wearing a black school uniform “Oh, cool cool cool cool” you murmured " so am I, I just transferred here by the way" he nods

you look at his side profile damn this boy is so pretty how can someone look this pretty? then someone interrupted your train of thought “Stop staring at me. What do you want?” he asked sounding pissed.

blinking, you lean in a bit closer holding your own hands behind your back “Oh sorry- I didn’t mean to I was just wondering… why are you wearing sunglasses when it's dark out?” tilting your head to the side and staring up at him waiting for a reply from the white-haired boy.

he felt heat creeping up to his cheeks what the fuck is he feeling? he’s not used to this “None of your damn business” he turns around walking away from you making his way towards his room and leaving you all alone in the dark hallway

"HEh- he's so rude. I was literally just asking. hmph." mumbling crossing your arm and puffing your cheeks.

wait, hold on- running after him and start knocking on his door

no answer

you knock again

still no answer

"HELLLOO!!! I know you're in there, HElp me please!" banging on his door "NO! I just got back I'm tired" you hear the voice from the other side "Please! I'm new! My name is l/n y/n! It'll take less than five minutes! please!" finally the door cracked opened "what?" smiling up at him " do you know someplace where they kept the food? I'm really hungry. like a cafeteria or something?" huffing the boy just opens the door wider "come in" looking at the boy suspiciously "hurry up, I'm about to make dinner" gesturing you to walk faster

"do you like eggs?"

"yeah"

"okay"

you admire the boy cooking in a small space kitchen in the dorm room cracking eggs into a bowl

this boy looks like an angel too bad he's a bit grumpy or maybe I just catch him on a bad day? wait- no he is nice he's literally cooking me dinner right now. hold on this random guy is cooking me dinner and I don't even know his name? what if he is actually a kidnapper and I'm falling for his traps right now? maybe I should introduce myself so he can tell me his name

"My name is L/n y/n" you declare "I know, you were shouting five minutes ago" he deadpans. "what's your name?" "Gojo Satoru, the strongest sorcerer." your mouth falls open

wow, cocky much? you know what I don't even care right now I'm just really hungry.

you both eat your dinner

you thanked him for cooking and helps him clean up

"I owe you!" you say to Gojo while putting on your shoes back and walking out to his dorm.

present day

L/n y/n is not a morning person, she needs her daily consumption of caffeine to function. so there she was standing in front of a vending machine in her pajamas at seven in the morning waiting for her drink to fall from its shelves

“good morning”

there he is again the Gojo Satoru the person you’ve known for years standing right beside you while you’re taking your drink from the vending machine “Morning, Satoru” noticing he's already dressed for today.

“that coffee taste like shit, why would anyone drink that?” Gojo blurted out “Shut the fuck up Satoru, let me have my coffee in peace. "cracking the can open, and turning your back on him as you start to walk away "Someone’s grumpy” he joked following close to your footsteps “it's still 7 am go bother somebody else,” you said dryly. walking faster to go back to your dorm.

unfortunately, he catches up to you “can I get a piece of that?” with the stupidest grin on his face.

a piece of what? oh. maybe he wants my drink.

“no. Go buy one yourself” taking more sips of the drinking hoping it'll wakes you up more.

stopping in his tracks “Oh no no.” he waves his hands “I mean can I get a piece of that ass?”. lowering his glasses. when- you start to choke on your drink. he pats your back while laughing “That was so bad shitface. Where even did you get that from?” you asked wiping your mouth with the back of your hand laughing along.

he puts his hands on his chest acting offended “ y/n, how low do you think of me? Of course I came up with that by myself ” he shakes his head "With this brain right here" pointing at his temple “no wonder why its shitty” you smiled. that smile. that goddamn smile. the smile always makes Satoru’s heart beat faster. the only smile that can make his day better no matter what. gojo satoru doesn’t understand what his feelings are and he doesn’t want to. he like where he is right now so why try to ruin something already perfect with something as complicated as ’love’.

next

#gojou x reader #gojo x reader #gojo smut #gojo angst #gojo satoru x reader #gojo fluff #gojo imagine

[leclerced]

Adding onto the Lance not liking to eat bunny out and a growing hate of Lance for Lando.

Bunny comes stomping back into their hotel room after a night with Lance and finds Lando on the bed and when he puts his phone down to address her standing frame in front of him he’s immediately thrown off because instead of looking fucked out and satisfied she looks frustrated and annoyed.

And without any hesitation bunny just goes “can u please eat me out?”

And while Lando is a bit taken back who is he to deny his girl? But of course he needs to make sure Lance even made her come at all, because this is about her pleasure as well. And Bunny says that he did make her come on his cock but all she wanted was his mouth on her and he simply said “I don’t eat girls out” and continued to finger her before moving on to fucking her.

Lando is pissed and he and oscar will definitely be taking a trip to Lances room once he takes care of bunny and Oscar finishes his shower.

Fast forward Oscar comes out of the bathroom to find Bunny crying and sobbing over Lando’s face, her fingers are holding onto the headboard for dear life as Lando makes her come for the third time.

He just sits back and enjoys the show but once his lovers part he smirks at the look on bunnies face and so does Lando, knowing that’s the kind of look she should have anytime she comes back from one of the other drivers.

With a glistening mouth Lando tells Oscar to get dressed because they have to pay Lance a visit. After getting bunny tucked in they head to Lance and give him a nice talking to about how he needs to put bunny first and not himself and then queue the group chat drama :)

lance not eating pussy is my fav blindfold universe headcanon it just makes sense and is so funny 😭

she comes back in tears which like they’re used to her coming back w tear stained cheeks when max is done w her but she’s always got a blissed out smile on her face and is giggling as she crawls into bed between lando and oscar. but this time she looks in pain and lando’s immediately concerned and is ab to get up and make oscar get out of the shower so they can beat lance’s ass but then she asks him to go down on her, practically begging for it as she crawls onto his lap and hes like ok. lance can wait. oscar can shower. i have to take care of my girl.

and oscar watching afterwards like he would want to be involved, he sees her on top of lando and is immediately wanting to get his hands and mouth on her too but he’d wait patiently. as soon as lando is sliding out from under her oscar’s ready to take his place, but before he can even touch her lando’s shaking his head and telling him to get dressed and he starts to complain and then lando’s like “you can have your turn when we get back. lance apparently doesn’t eat pussy.” and oscars shell shocked bc ?? what

lance is alr asleep when they arrive and they’d be banging on the door as loud and hard as possible, not a simple two or three knock, both their fists are slamming into the door until it finally opens and lance is standing there rubbing his eyes confused as hell. the commotion would wake the drivers around them and they peek out of their rooms just in time to catch lando and oscar both berating lance, talking over each other, asking what the fuck is wrong w him?? lance can’t even get a word in and it’s probably five minutes of them bickering and no one knows why until oscar says “i mean literally who doesn’t eat pussy?” and suddenly everyone who was eavesdropping is stepping out in the hallway like hang on lance. it was ur night with bunny wasn’t it? wdym you don’t eat pussy wtf else are u doing to her? then someone is texting the gc and saying “just found out lance doesn’t eat pussy” and then ppl not on their floor are making their way down and giving lance a piece of his mind. most humiliating would be lewis coming down to give him an earful and seb calling him while someone else is chiding him and being like listen i know we aren’t teammates anymore and i didn’t even like u when we were. what the HELL is wrong with you that ur not eating her pussy? u better be glad im not there.

lando and oscar go back to bunny after they realize all the guys in the gc are out in the hall waiting to get a piece of lance 😭

#ask #anon #blindfold universe #canon friendly blindfold universe

[venusstarz34]

If James and Lily had lived

Chapter one: The Day it Ended

"Pads c'mon. They'll be home any minute" Remus called from the Potter's living room. "Alright, alright. I just can't believe Prongs managed to knock her up" Remus elbowed Sirius in the ribs. "I'm just saying!" He throws his hands up in defense. "Those are your best mates you're talking about" Headlights flashed into the front window. Remus and Sirius make eye contact before jumping to their feet and running to the front door. They swing it open just as James and Lily are walking up the porch steps. "Alright ladies?" James joked, carrying in their overnight bags from the hospital and setting them down on the kitchen counter. Remus and Sirius' attention was turned to Lily, who was gently rocking a small lump swaddled in blue. They peeked over to see a small, newborn baby. They smiled at the sleeping newborn, and Lily started to pat his back softly. "Welcome to the world, Harry."

"Harry. Is Harry safe?"

"He looks so... squishy." Sirius says. Everyone let out a laugh, then Lily's smile slowly faded. "I wish Pete were here with us too. We rarely see him these days."

"Peter?"

"You guys need to hide. Now."

*A few months later*

"Boys! Come quick!" Lily calls. James sprints into the room, followed by Sirius and Remus. "What? What is it?" James asks frantically. Lily turns back and smiles. "Harry's about to take his first steps!" James relaxed and sat down with his arms out. "Come on Harry!" He says. Little Harry starts to toddle over to James. He makes it all the way and falls into James' arms. The room erupts into cheers and clapping. "That's my boy" Says James. 

*Two months before*

"There's rumor to be a spy." Sirius says to the room. The room is silent, Marlene speaks up first. "Do they have any idea who?" Sirius glances around the room. "They think it's someone who went to school with us. Maybe even someone we were close with." He looks up at Remus. "Do you have any idea of who it could be?" Remus' face scrunched in confusion. "Why would I know who it is?" His tone is questioning. "I'm just wondering, since you knew basically half the school you might have an idea who it could be. Or something with the greybacks." Sirius mumbled the last part and Remus' eyebrows furrowed. "Are you trying to say it's me?" Sirius doesn't answer. "Why on Earth would it be me?" He was staring to get angry. "I'm not saying it's you, Moony. I'm just saying that you had ties to people like that." Remus stands up. "Fuck this." He mumbled a small "Sorry Harry" to apologize for his cursing to the infant playing with some blocks on the floor. "Remus please let's talk about this." Lily tries to get him to stay. "I'll see you next week." Remus says before walking out the door. 

*October 31, 1981*

Harry was on the floor, banging pots and pans around in the kitchen and singing in whatever language infants talk in. "That's a lovely melody, Harry" Lily says as she cooks their dinner for the night. James is in the living area, polishing his broom, and watching Muggle TV. The phone rings and Lily goes to grab it. "Potter's residence" She says in a cheery tone. "Lily?" Sirius' voice cane from the other line. "Sirius? What's wrong?" She could hear the worry in his voice. "It's Peter. Peter's the spy." Lily felt her heart drop and could barely get her words out. "Peter?" James was now standing behind her, his brows furrowed with worry. "You guys need to hide. Now." "What are we going to do? Where are we going to go?" "Just stay calm. We're going to take you to the girls' place. I've already called the Ministry, they'll be waiting at your house for him to arrive." "Ok. Thank you Sirius." She hangs up the phone and turns to James, telling him everything that Sirius told her. The betrayal James was feeling was overwhelming. His oldest best friend, had betrayed him to work with the Dark Lord. Lily and James packed a bag for the night it was only around five when the Ministry showed up, along with Sirius and Remus. "Everything packed? Harry. Is Harry safe?" Sirius asked. Lily nodded and they headed to the apartment where Dorcas, Marlene, and Mary lived. When they got there, the girls greeted them at the door with tight hugs and showed them where to put their stuff. "The Ministry said they'll give us a call when it's over and safe." The room was silent is disbelief and betrayal. Lily was fearing for her and her family's life. She had an idea that would keep at least Harry safe. She casted a protection charm on Harry. One that she had pulled from the depths of her heart and soul. The Ministry had called around 8:30. They came back to the Potters, The Ministry was waiting for them, Peter Pettigrew's hands bounded with magical handcuffs. James walked up to him. "Why Pete?" He asked. Peter wasn't making eye contact. "I'm sorry, James." "No, you're sorry you got caught."Just as they were taking Pettigrew away, someone had emerged from the shadows, wand pointing at Harry. "Avada kedavra" "No!" Lily screamed as the spell hit Harry. But instead of killing him instantly, the spell rebounded and hit its owner. The owner had disintegrated, nobody had seem his face but the knew who it was. Lily ran to Harry to make sure he was ok. He was untouched, besides a little lightning shaped scar on his forehead.

It’s called Say Don’t Go. I’m sorry if some stuff doesn’t make sense, I just had to find something to make it work with my storyline and the books. This can be found on Wattpad, and will be on ao3 January 6th.*

#harry potter #james potter #lily evans #lily potter #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #dorcas meadowes #marlene mckinnon #dorcas x marlene #mary macdonald #peter pettigrew #ron weasley #drarry #fanfic #wattpad #archive of our own

[cevansbrat0007]

Late Night Fright

Summary: What happens when your home alarm goes off in the middle of the night? What happens when your greatest fear comes to life? Andy Barber x  Black Reader, Bianca Barber, Katrina Barber

Read the Sequel: After That Late Night Fright

Warnings: Fear, Violence, Protective Reader, Protective Andy, Scared Kids, Home Invasion, Gun Violence, BiBi Barber, KitCat Barber, Minors DNI

A/N: This is dark, well darker than what I’ve written for this series, but it’s been in my head for a while. Let know your thoughts. Part of my Growing Pains Series. Please send me your feedback, friends!

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It was 2:36am...

You and Andy shoot out of bed the moment the alarm goes off. 

Shit! Was someone in the house? Oh God! You think. 

“Andy!” You hiss. “Holy fuck!”

He pulls out a gun from the nightstand next to him and cocks it, before handing you an exacto-knife he’d been using from some DIY project earlier in the week. 

“Y/N, baby, you go get the girls, take Katrina to Bianca’s bedroom. Lock the door, call 911, and don’t open it for anyone isn’t me or a fucking cop. Understand?”

You nod, trying not to cry as the alarm system keeps blaring. 

“Be careful, Andy. Please?” You whimper.

“You got it. I love you. Stay behind me for a moment, alright? When I say go, you go.”

“I love you too.” You whisper.

The two of you inch out into the hallway, both looking around for anything that seems off.

“Go!” Andy hisses. “I fucking love you.”

You make it to Katrina’s bedroom, only to realize she’s not there. Heart in your throat, you run to Bianca’s bedroom. Please, God. Let them be together!

You are beyond grateful when you see the two of them clinging to each other.

“Mama, it’s loud!” BiBi yells.” Throwing the door shut, you make sure to lock it before throwing your arms around them. They’re both crying, and so are you. 

“I know, babies. It’s gonna be okay.” You whisper. 

“Wan’ Dada. Wan’ Dada bad.” KitCat cries.

“Me too.” BiBi whimpers. 

“Shhh. Daddy is just fine.” You hoped. Grabbing your phone, you dial 911.  

Dispatcher: 911. What is your emergency?

You: Our home alarm system is going off and I think there is an intruder in our home.

Dispatcher: Okay, have you seen anyone?

You: No. I’m holed up in a room with my two little daughters. But my husband is Andrew Barber, the county District Attorney. I need someone to come now. Please! 

Dispatcher: Okay, ma’am. I got that. I’m dispatching some cars to you now. In the meantime, I want you to stay on the phone with me. 

You: Okay, okay. 

“See girls? We’re all gonna be okay.” You kiss their cheeks, their ears, their foreheads. 

Dispatcher: How long has the alarm been going off?

You: Not quite sure, maybe about ten minutes. My husband has a gun. I haven’t heard a gun go off, so maybe it’s nothing but -”

And then you see the knob turn. And then you hear someone lean against the door, like they’re throwing their whole weight against it. 

“Shhh!” You hiss at your girls. “Quiet!”

That wasn’t Andy. And it wasn’t a cop.

You: Someone is in our house. They’re at my baby’s door. I have to go. 

Dispatcher: Ma’am, stay on the line with me. We’ll have officers to you within the next five minutes, just stay -”

You end the call. The doorknob continues to rattle, and now the person on the other side is slamming themselves against the door. It was going to break any moment. You knew it.

Making a quick decision, you grab both of your girls and put them in BiBi’s closet. “Mama loves you so much.” You tell them both. The banging gets louder. “But right now, I want you to hug each other. Good. And Mama needs for you both to be quiet. Not a sound, okay? Not a sound. And do not move. I’m gonna make the bad person go away. But shhh!” And then you take BiBi’s hamper and dump the clothes on top of them, as well as a sheet. 

Now it looked like you just kept an untidy closet. Fine by you.

You shut the closet door, just in time for the bedroom door to burst open. You keep the exacto-knife hidden behind your back. 

“Hi, you fucking cunt.” The strange man growls. “Looks like it’s just you that’s home tonight, huh?”

“Looks like it.” You respond. 

“But if that’s the case, then how come you’re hiding in one of your baby’s rooms?”

“Hmm?” You mutter as you subtly angle your body in front of the closet door. 

“Shame your husband’s not here. I owe him.”

“Oh, wow.”

“I was hoping he’d be here. Along with your girls. Spent all this time imagining his face when he saw their lifeless bodies. Guess I’ll have to settle for you. Maybe I’ll fuck you first. I’m sure he doesn’t give it to you right, you little fucking slut.”

Keeping the knife behind your back, you use your thumb to push the blade out as far as you can manage.

“Where are your precious baby girls?” He growls.

“With their grandma tonight. Thank goodness.” You lie. “Since it’s me by myself, this seemed like a good place to hide.” You keep yourself in front of that closet. You would die before he got to them.

“Well, lucky you, Huh, bitch? Hope you like being split open on a real man’s cock. Maybe, I’ll record this shit.” He lunges towards you, prompting you to slash out with your knife. You manage to gouge his chest. And then you let out the loudest scream you can manage. 

“Ahhh!” He snarls. “What the fuck? You dumb bitch, I -”

You hear the thud of heavy footsteps racing up the stairs. Andy. You think. Please be Andy. And then you see him, you see your man as he steps into the room.

Andy. He was okay.

“Go near my wife again, and you’re gonna die, asshole.” Your husband snarls.

“Y/N,” Andy growls. “Grab the girls and take them downstairs. You call the cops?”

“Yeah!”

“Okay, go.” 

Knowing your husband had the gun trained on the man, you rip open the closet door, throw off the clothes and grab both of your girls in your arms. And then you run towards the stairs. 

“I love you!” You call out as you do so. Just in time to hear a BANG. 

You didn’t know it then, but Andy had shot the man in the leg.

You set your girls down just as the police arrive. But you’re already a sobbing, sweaty mess. You open your front door, identify yourself, and point them upstairs, while your two girls are huddled in the dining room. 

God, how were you going to fix that?

You literally crawl back into the dining room while all of the commotion is happening. You have the books Goodnight Moon and Sanji and The Baker, in your hands. 

“Hi, ladies. What-say we read something nice while the good guys get rid of the monster upstairs?”

They both nod. 

“Okay, let’s start...”

END

#Chris Evans #andy barber #chris evans x black!reader #andy barber x woc!reader #chris evans woc!reader #andy barber black!reader #chris evans imagines #andy barber imagines #chris evans fanfic #andy barber fanfic #Cevansbrat0007 fic #cevansbrat0007growing pains series #bianca barber #katrina barber

[hekateinhell]

Your Louis/Armand headcanons my goddd you get them so well 🤌🏼 despite the fact that they built Trinity Gate together and lived there for over a decade I’ve always seen them as more of an Upstate couple yk, the poster boys of cottage core/sad girl autumn, all cozy sweaters and giant scarfs and piles of books and fireplace cuddles. To their Upstste neighbors they’re this impossibly beautiful gay couple with a slight age difference (not the kind of age difference that would really get people talking though). The auburn haired one is a little standoffish at times and the brunette one has to pull him by the arm so they can say hi to the neighbors during their nightly walks. Louis insists they leave housewarming gifts by their neighbors’ doors whenever someone new moves in (it’s usually an apple crumble pie they get at Trader Joe’s, with a little card in Louis’ handwriting). Armand rolls his eyes at first but he secretly loves and craves the attention people give him and Louis together (“see Lestat? You’re not the only one turning heads with him by your side”). People start noticing they don’t really talk to each other a lot and seem to communicate with looks which they think is incredibly romantic but really it’s just them quoting erotic literature bangers back and forth in their heads . It’s the type of thing they don’t have the opportunity to do with their disaster blonds so they make the most of it whenever they’re together. Them getting away from all the noise and the people and the expectations and just having the opportunity to decompress together in a little (ridiculously expensive and meticulously designed ofc) Upstate love nest is my JAM 🥹 xoxo DA 💋

Awww DA, always so nice to see you! 🥰 I apologize for taking a minute—I've been outside roasting like a little lizard now that summertime has arrived here on the East Coast (apparently... I don't question it).

YES you get it, they're such an autumn couple! A 'season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, close bosom-friend of the maturing sun' (Keats; Louis would approve imo).

Armand and Daniel to me are much more summer, with humid late nights, beaches, and just the exciting highs of life. Lestat and Armand are spring, I think... renewal, rebirth, and hope (literally if we think about what Lestat represents to Armand).

It's so funny to consider how much practice Louis and Armand must have blending in, like I wonder what their neighbors on the Upper East Side think of them... what's the cover story there?

Louis is such a gentleman, he would so be the one introducing himself to the entire village! (Because rumors get started real quick in those sleepy little towns where not much happens, best to nip it in the bud). LMAO at the age difference 😭 Louis probably skates right under the radar at an entire twenty-five years old (RIP, Danny). Armand deserves to have Louis be his trophy husband from time-to-time, and in a childish sort of way, it soothes some of his insecurities that must stem from knowing their kind sees Louis as Lestat's consort first and foremost.

PLEASE tell me more about this erotic telepathic foreplay. 👀 I'm not ready or maybe I am for Louis to go all James Joyce on Armand (iykyk, otherwise shush) but he must've made him blush at least once right over the Headless Horseman Bridge. 🥹

*btw thought you might be into the L/A/D snippet I posted last week 💖 I'm a disgrace and don't have anything new to share since, but I hope to get back to it after banging out a kink meme prompt rip

#dungeon anon #they're in their cozy girl fall era leave them alone <3 #armand/louis #vc

[haley-writes]

Sooo I started writing an Eddie Munson fic..

I'm not too good at writing but I had thus concept stuck in my head and I just needed to write it out. I've posted it to wattpad, my user is @haley-writes if anyone wants to take a gander at it. If you do, please leave a comment, and if you have suggestions or any advice please don't hesitate to let me know! I just ask that you be kind to me and anyone else who comments 💜

I'll post the first chapter here, let me know if you'd like to see more!

the dungeon master's angel

chapter 1

"Rosie! El! Guess what!?" Joyce Byers called out to her foster daughters, excited to finally give them some good news for once. El dragged her sister out of their bedroom and bounded down the little hallway of the house, "What is it? Is Mike here?"  El asked, looking at her with a grin. "No, he's not here, but you'll see him Monday... At school! You're enrolled in high school!". The girls shrieked with joy. They had been stuck inside the Byers residence for far too long. Joyce had finally gotten the 'okay' from Dr. Owens to let them live normal lives.

"Hopper would be so happy," Joyce thought to herself as she watched them jump around and giggle. Her eyes watered as she remembered what he'd done. He saved Hawkins and was rewarded with death. She was broken away from her thoughts as she realized Rosie was talking to her, "Can we buy some fabric Joyce? I want to make an outfit for the first day!" Joyce nodded her head fondly, wiped her tears, and grabbed the keys. "You're right. We have lots to buy before your first day! Maybe we can pick up some pizza for dinner, too."

Later that day...

Jonathan and Will were sitting at the dinner table, waiting on their mother and sisters to get home. "What's taking them so long? I'm starving." Will complained while banging his head on the table. "Mom said they'd be home at five o'clock, its only five minutes past be patient man." Jonathan rolled his eyes. Will had been acting different lately, more irritable and whiny, which was a complete 180° from his usual sweet and understanding self. "Maybe he's just nervous about school," Jonathan thought, but his thoughts cut off when he heard the roar of his mom's car approaching the house. "See, told you they'd show up soon." He chuffed to his brother.

Rosie and El burst through the front door, and Jonathan prepared himself for the inevitable loud voices of his sisters. Rosie ran up to him and shoved a bag in his hands. "Look, J! Joyce bought me the pretty fabric I wanted." Opening the bag, he saw sheer green fabric. "Wow, Rosie, this is beautiful. Are you gonna make something for school with this? Do you want my help?" She grinned and nodded, her blonde curls bouncing around her shoulders. "Alright, we'll get started after dinner. If we don't eat soon, I think Will is gonna implode."

The Byers and the Hopper girls sat around the table, munching on pizza and breadsticks. Joyce called the table to silence and said, "Okay, we need to talk about a few things before you start school. In the words of Hopper, we need a few ground rules." A small smile appeared on the girls' faces as they were reminded of their Dad's antics. "I want you to know that I'm only asking this of you to be safe. I don't want anything to happen to you, okay?" Everyone nodded, Joyce continued, "Number one, Jonathan will drive you to and from school. Make sure you have everyone before coming home, okay?" Jonathan nodded, "I promise Mom." Joyce smiled at him, "Thank you, okay number two, girls. If anyone asks where you came from, tell them you transferred from a private school in California. If they ask how you wound up with me, you tell them you're my nieces. You say your mother passed away, and you were sent to live with us. Lastly, no using your powers whatsoever." She gave a look to El, knowing she was a sucker for using her powers to defend her friends, especially Mike. El sighed and nodded.

"Okay enough with the heavy talk. Are you guys excited? Will you're gonna be a freshman! You're all grown up." Will, with a blank look, shrugged his shoulders and said,"I guess." Joyce gave him an exasperated look and glanced over to Jonathan, who shrugged his shoulders and mouthed, "I don't know."

Dinner wrapped up, and Rosie practically yanked Jonathan out of his seat and dragged him to hers and Els room. Soon after moving in with Hopper, Rosie found an old sewing kit in the cabin and would play around with it. Hopper had given her some old clothes and let her cut them up and make something new from the scraps. Of course, in the beginning, her creations were not considered good. After seeing how much she enjoyed making clothes, Hopper bought her some fabric and sewing patterns. With practice, she became pretty good.

Jonathan doesn't know much about sewing, but he would do anything for Rosie and El. And if that meant taking measurements or cutting fabric or helping Rosie get the thread through the tiny ass needle, he'd do it in a heartbeat. When Rosie and El first moved in, they were timid and uncomfortable. Granted, their foster father had just been ripped away from them, and they'd been tracked down by a massive monster made out of human body parts and rats. They were traumatized, but El, being the strongest of the two, had been doing a bit better than Rosie. Mainly because she had Mike to lean on, but Rosie had always kept to herself and only depended on her sister and Hopper. With one of them gone and the other only focused on her boyfriend, she felt alone. So Jonathan put on his big brother pants and made sure she knew she could come to him for help.

That's how he wound up here, cutting out the sheer green fabric along the lines of the pattern. With Huey Lewis and the news playing in the background, Rosie was in her element. Flitting around the room, looking for ribbons and accents to add to her dress. El was lounging on the top bunk of their bed reading a Wonder Woman comic.

"Rosie, Max asked me if we want to go to the arcade with her tomorrow. Do you want to go?" El asked. Rosie tossed the idea around in her head. She did miss Max, but if she went, the chances of Billy being there were pretty high.

Earlier that summer, Billy had been possessed by the Mind Flayer, making him terrifying and dangerous. He tried to hurt her sister several times. She can still remember the sound of El's screams as he dragged her by the hair across the locker room floor.

She remembers the way he pinned El down in the mall, with his hands around her neck. She shivered as the nightmare decended upon her. She ended up saving his life shortly after the monster stabbed him through the back. The only reason she did it is because of Max. No matter what Billy had done, Max didn't deserve to lose her stepbrother.

As Billy lay there quickly bleeding out, Rosie ran from behind the banister she'd been hiding behind. She shoved Max away from Billy and hovered her hands over his wound. The blinding yellow light of her healing powers covered his torso, as she made his pain disappear. He gazed up at her, thinking he was already dead. He whispered, "it's an angel." While she was healing him, the Monster crumpled. Whatever Joyce, Hopper, and Murray had done worked. Billy was completely healed soon after, and Rosie collapsed.

Rosie hadn't talked to Billy since, only seeing him in passing while dropping Max off at the Byers or the arcade. But every time she saw him, the horrific memories came rushing back. He seemed better, though. He didn't shout at Max when she got out of his car, instead waving at her with a smile.

"I guess, how are we getting there?" Rosie questioned, coming back to reality.

"Jonathan, can you drop us off?" El asked with a sweet smile on her face. Jonathan shook his head, "sorry girls, I'm hanging out with Nancy tomorrow. Why don't you ask if Billy can pick you up?"

Rosie panicked, "Uh, no, let's ask Joyce."

Jonathan gave her a comforting look, "I know you're still afraid of him, but Max says he's better now. I've even talked to him. He's not like he used to be Rosie. You're going to have to talk to him eventually. He goes to Hawkins High, and you'll see him all the time there. Just ask Max, okay? If anything goes wrong, you have El."

Rosie shook her head, "I'm not ready. Just go without me, El. I'm sorry."

She went back to her sewing, lost in the music and pretty fabric.

Authors Note:

And that's chapter one! I hope its not too cringe 😬 please let me know in the comments if you have any suggestions at all. Also, please be kind 💜

See you in the next chapter!

#eddie stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #billy stranger things #max stranger things #lucas stranger things #dustin stranger things #will stranger things #jonathan stranger things #eleven stranger things

[pedrito-friskito]

two outta three - dieter bravo oneshot

summary: a prequel to three for three.

warnings: drug use and drinking, explicit sex, oral (f receiving), friends with benefits, dieter has a lot of feelings okay

a/n: shit this took me longer than I thought but HERE IT IS. there’s probably gonna be another prequel and potentially a sequel to three for three, keep your eyes out!

I am also doing taglists now, so if there’s anything you wanna be tagged in, let a girl know!

dieter tags: @prolix-yuy @supernaturalgirl @supernaturalgirl20 @nicolethered @allfoolsinluv @lola766

(main masterlist) (a03)

Dieter knows you’re drunk the moment he opens his door.

He knew you were drunk when you called him earlier asking for his address — you never call him, only text — and then again when you called and told him to let you into the building because, “the stupid doorman is giving me a hard time and doesn’t believe me that I know you! I know you, Dieter! Tell him I know you!”

You’d actually put the doorman on the phone a second later, and Dieter had stumbled his way through an explanation, confirming that he did in fact know you and yes, please send his clearly intoxicated friend upstairs.

It’s the first time you’ve been to his place. He’s been to yours a few times since you started this…whatever this is, always under the cover of night and dressed more like a homeless man than he usually is. He’s half-expecting a third phone call from you, whining that you can’t find his unit, but the loud banging on his door not five minutes after he hangs up confirms otherwise.

“Men are fucking stupid,” are the first words out of your mouth when he pulls the door open. He just barks a laugh, moving sideways and letting you in. You walk past him, stepping into his condo and immediately toeing your shoes off, shrugging out of the leather jacket you’re wearing and dropping it onto the floor. “Holy shit,” is the next statement, followed quickly by, “you fucking live here?”

He starts to laugh at your expression, makeup-smudged eyes wide as dinner plates and your jaw dropped open. Almost instinctually, he reaches for you, wanting to hug you and bury his nose in your hair or something. You look ridiculously good, knee-high socks and a tight little black skirt, some flowy top that dips low at your back, a thin strap running across your shoulders, holding it in place. It makes his mouth go dry, and Dieter clears his throat as you step out of his reach, turning on your bare heel and all but sprinting down the hallway, your head turning this way and that as you go.

He hasn’t kissed you yet, not on the mouth, and there’s something seriously wrong with that.

He knows you were out on a date with some guy you met online, a date that clearly didn’t end well if you’re showing up drunk as a skunk and crowing about how stupid men are.

It’s been a few months now, since you met on that movie set, since he nearly had you cumming in your pants in his trailer, one hand jammed between your legs and his face pressed to your throat. A week or so after, and he was plowing you into the carpet at your apartment, your ponytail wrapped around his wrist and his handprint on your ass. And it’s just snowballed from there.

He’s…enamoured by you. That’s the best word he has besides…y’know. But it’s true. He’s borderline obsessed. When he’s not with you, not inside you, he’s thinking about you, jerking himself in the shower or bathroom or bed or wherever, orgasming harder than he has since he was a teenager, your name a hoarse shout on his lips.

You’re stern with your rules. You two fuck, that’s it. There’s no cuddling or aftercare; you’re usually dressed and out the door less than five minutes after you’ve finished, or asking him if he needs you to call him an Uber. At first, he was fine with it, was okay with using you for sex, and vice versa. He liked being your fuck-buddy, liked showing up whenever he was horny, sending those stupid u up? texts at 3am only to be banging on your apartment door half an hour later.

But he still hasn’t kissed you, and he seriously needs to fucking rectify that.

He also hasn’t gone down on you, which is another problem that needs fixing.

There’s a shouted holy fucking fuck when you reach the living room and kitchen, and Dieter scoffs, padding after you, running a hand through his hair. When he reaches the end of the hallway, he finds you stood between the living room and kitchen, your hands pressed against the gigantic glass window that makes up the far wall. The view is admittedly pretty spectacular, and Dieter can’t help himself from cocking his head to the side, eyes glued to the delicious curve of your ass as you admire the city sprawled below you, one knee bent and your hip jutting to the side.

“Why didn’t you tell me you lived in a fucking palace?” you call, and he seats himself on the back of the couch as you give up on the view, moving to the kitchen, immediately starting to rifle through cupboards, poking your nose in the fridge and pulling out two cans of spiked cherry seltzer. You’d given him shit when he admitted to liking the drink, and you crack both cans open with your nail, chugging half of your own while sliding the other across the island countertop towards him.

Dieter pushes himself off the couch, crossing to the kitchen, leaning his elbows on the counter. “You never asked.”

You scoff, rolling your eyes and taking another large sip of your drink. “I live in a shoebox compared to this.”

“Your place is nice,” Dieter counters, tracing the rim of his can with his thumb. “I like it there.” And it’s true, he does. Because it smells like you and you’re messy as hell and he finds it so endearing it’s like someone punched him in the gut.

“You like my stocked fridge and fuzzy blankets,” you shoot back, and he laughs. You’re right; he’s tried to steal the super soft blanket on the back of your couch more than once now, snagging it while you’re shooing him out the door. “I can’t believe you live here.” Your eyes dart around, bringing your drink to you lips. He can’t stop staring at your mouth. “Where’s your Oscar?”

Dieter juts a thumb over his shoulder, and your eyes follow. “Beside the TV.”

You smirk. “I half-expected a shrine, I’m not gonna lie.” Your eyes dart around again. “Although, I also expected some kind of drug-filled man cave.”

“Open the drawer to your left,” he tells you, and your brow raises as you reach for the drawer, yanking it open.

“Holy shit.”

He just laughs; the drawer is filled with all kinds of drug paraphernalia, pipes and rolling papers and lighters and a grinder. He watches you pull the rolling papers and a lighter out, setting them on the counter before nudging the drawer shut with your hip.

“So,” he starts after you’ve been quiet for a moment, “you gonna tell me why men are so fucking stupid?”

“Ugh,” you groan loudly, tipping your head back on your shoulders. “He was awful, Dieter. He didn’t look anything like his pictures, and he only talked about himself, and then tried to mansplain fucking wine pairings to me? I couldn’t do it. I left before the entrees arrived.”

“That bad, huh?” he asks.

“Terrible. Like, we couldn’t talk to each other. It had been okay on the app, but in person, it was like pulling teeth! He couldn’t carry a conversation if someone handed it to him. Honestly, like, when you and I talk, there’s banter, right? We give as good as we get and it’s nice, and you don’t try to explain things to me like I’m six years old.”

You keep talking, and Dieter’s listening, he really is, but he’s also still staring at your mouth. You’re wearing lipstick, a rosy shade of pink that makes your lips look fuller. He’s also distracted by the fact that you’re comparing your connection with him to the lacklustre date you had, that you’re admitting you two have something good between you. Doesn’t that mean you’d be good together? If he could get his head out of his ass and you could let up on your rules, maybe things could be…

“And then I met up with Michelle at that bar on the corner. You know that place with the stupid hipster lights and the neon sign? The bartender makes a good fucking gin and tonic, let me tell you.”

Dieter rolls his eyes, walking around the counter to discard his now empty can and swiping yours from you, tossing them in the bin under the sink. Hands free, you start toying with the lighter you’d pulled out of the drawer.

“Hey, Dieter?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m hungry.”

He leans against the counter opposite the island, crossing his arms over his chest. “What do you want?” he asks. “Could order something, if you want.”

You purse your lips, cocking your head to the side. “Roll me a joint first and let my high brain decide,” you say, grinning like the devil at him, flicking the lighter.

“You sure?” he asks, brow furrowing slightly. He knows you don’t do a lot of drugs, you were clear about that much. You’d mostly drank together, smoked a bit of weed with some other people from the movie set one night, but you’d only had one or two puffs.

“I’m sure,” you say, your voice firm, and he just nods, mumbling an okay, as he opens another drawer, fishing through a few medicine bottles (some filled with actual medicine, some not) before picking the right one and reaching for the rolling papers on the counter.

Ten minutes later, you’re stood on his balcony, wrapped in the olive robe he’d discarded on the couch earlier, your knees knocking together as you pass the joint back and forth. There’s an imprint of your lipstick around the end, and it’s doing something to him, no doubt spurred on by the smoke in his lungs, the way your fingers linger on his when you pass him the joint, and the way you keep licking your lips after you take a hit. The smoke wanders around your face, and somewhere in the back of his mind, Dieter’s committing the image to memory, feeling that deep-set inspiration to paint, to bring it to life on a canvas as some point.

He can see your body relax, mindless conversation passed between the two of you as you smoke. You lean your head on his shoulder after a while, humming a tune under your breath that he doesn’t recognize. The joint is down to the barebones now, an amber roach that flares when you bring it to your lips. Dieter watches, his own lips parted as you inhale again, but it’s too small, and you yelp, dropping the thing. Both of you just stare as it goes over the balcony railing, disappearing into the night below.

You press a finger across your lips, your brow furrowing. “Ouch.”

“Let me see,” Dieter says, reaching for your forearm and turning you to face him. You shake your head, your eyes shining and he stifles a laugh. “Baby, let me see.”

You let out a high-pitched groan when he pulls at your wrist, yanking your hand from your face. Most of your lipstick is gone now, smeared on your finger or the now lost joint, and he can see a bit of redness on your lower lip. Softly, he cups your cheek in his hand, swiping his thumb lightly over your lip, and you make a quiet noise that goes straight to his cock. Fuck.

“Does it hurt?” he asks, his voice quiet, husky. He can already feel himself stirring between his legs, blood rushing and his lack of underwear doing nothing to hide it. You’re staring at his mouth, and you shake your head ever. so. slowly, your movements dragging as your mouth moves under his grip.

“Kiss it better,” you whisper, and it’s so quiet that he’s not sure he heard you correctly.

“What?”

“Kiss it better, Dieter,” you say again, leaning forward slightly.

He can’t stop himself then, more than happy to oblige you. The hand at your cheek slides back to curl around the back of your head, and he’s tilting your head back, closing what little distance is left between you now and lowering his mouth to yours. It’s soft, at first, testing, making sure your lip doesn’t actually hurt anymore.

You make another one of those little noises again, somewhere between a sigh and a gasp, and he’s completely hard now, feeling your hips slide towards his as he kisses you deeper, tongue sliding past your lips. You taste like gin and weed and cherry seltzer, and there’s something underneath it all that’s distinctly you that has him groaning deep in his chest. Your tongue tangles with his, your arms sliding around his middle and locking at his back.

Dieter keeps kissing you, keeps moving his head to find the best angles, kissing your bottom lip and then your top one, sinking his teeth into your flesh until you whine. He could kiss you for a million years, he decides right then and there, high off the weed and absolutely drunk off the taste of you.

“What do you want now?” he asks against your mouth, dragging his lips across yours, his other hand moving down to slide beneath his robe, settling on your bare back where your shirt doesn’t cover your skin. “Huh, baby? Tell me. Fuck.” He leans in to kiss you again, but you turn your head to the side, pulling back so his mouth falls to your jaw instead. But he doesn’t let up, nipping at your skin and moving down your throat.

“I want…” you start, but trail off, a squeal of a laugh echoing through his ears when he scrapes his chin against your collar.

“What do you want, pretty baby?” he asks against your pulse. “C’mon, I wanna know. Do you wanna have sex with me? Wanna make you feel good.”

“I want…” you start again, inhaling deeply, turning to putty in his grip. “I want…I want apple juice.”

His mouth is at your neck, and he freezes, tongue halfway between his lips, fingers twitching in your hair. “What?”

“Apple juice,” you repeat, tapping your fingers against his back. “I saw some in your fridge.”

Dieter just starts to laugh. It’s a drunk laugh, an intoxicated one, his mind hazy from the weed, but you’re clear as anything. You want apple juice, he’s gonna get you some apple juice. And he’s still chuckling as he pushes open the balcony door and leads you inside, holding onto the front of the robe and pulling you back towards the kitchen.

You bounce excitedly on your toes, your hands wrapped in the too-long sleeve of the robe covering your mouth. Your eyes are bloodshot now, pupils wide as anything and shining like stars, your makeup a little more smudged than it was when you arrived.

Dieter’s still chuckling under his breath when he opens the fridge, reaching for the carton of apple juice you’re after. He sets it on the counter, turning to get a glass, but before he can, you swipe it and twist open the lid, tilting your head back and gulping the whole thing down in one go. He just watches, a giant fucking grin on his face, watching your throat move, and you’re watching him right back, eyes stuck on his. He can’t stop laughing, and once you finish, letting out a wet gasp and tossing the empty carton onto the counter, he grabs you, crowding you against the island, grabbing your face in his hands and kissing you again.

He’s addicted, already, to kissing you. You’re so much more relaxed now, and he can feel you smiling against his mouth. He can’t stop tasting you, revelling in how fucking soft your lips are and how if he tightens his fingers in your hair just enough, you make one of those little noises. He wants to eat them.

“Baby,” he rasps against your mouth. Your hands have started wandering, sliding under his t-shirt, roaming his chest and stomach, moving steadily down towards his hips. You make a questioning noise, a high-pitched sound he reads like a what? and moves his mouth to your neck, pawing at the front of your shirt, pushing the flimsy material to the side until he can make out the curve of your breast. Your head tips back on your shoulders, one hand moving to his hair. “Can I eat your pussy please?”

He almost doesn’t recognize his own voice, and he moves his hand down, down, down, fingers touching the edge of the sock wrapped around your thigh. His middle finger dips beneath it, feeling your cool skin pebble at his touch. Then he drags his hand back up, up, up, dragging his knuckles along the inside of your thigh, bunching your skirt around his wrist until he can slide his hand under the elastic of your underwear, three fingers sliding against your pussy. He groans against your neck when he feels how wet you are, knees knocking wide to give him better access.

“Please, baby,” he says again, starting to sink to his knees, kissing down your front, pulling at the fabric of your shirt with his teeth. “Pretty, pretty please.”

When he looks up at you, you’re nodding furiously, one hand still in his hair. Without missing a beat, he slides his other hand under your skirt, pulling his fingers from your pussy to yank your underwear down. Your skirt gets shoved up, and he sinks to his knees completely, untangling your underwear from your feet, and then curling a hand around your calf, lifting it up and setting it on his shoulder.

“Pretty fucking thing,” he murmurs, pressing his cheek against your knee. He can smell you, that sweet, musky scent that has his mouth watering. “Look at you, with your fucking knee socks and your big beautiful eyes. What the fuck…where the fuck did you come from, huh?”

With every word, he inches a little higher up your leg, biting at the inside of your thigh, dragging his tongue along your skin. “Dieter, please,” you groan out, trying to push his head closer. There’s a whine to your voice, a desperation, and he can’t hold back anymore. He rises up slightly, hand moving up your thigh to push your leg wider. You’re dripping, and all manner of sounds start to fall out of you when his mouth meets your pussy, tongue diving into your folds, sucking at your clit and digging his fingers into your thigh. Oh fucking hell, the sounds you’re making. 

He’s been hard since he kissed you on the balcony, and it’s only getting worse. He can’t stop himself from shoving the hand not around your leg into his sweats, wrapping his fingers around his cock, moaning into you.

You’re the best thing he’s ever tasted, hands down. He wants to devour you, wants to die a happy death with his face buried between your legs. He doesn’t know how he’s made it this far without eating you out, without tasting the fucking euphoria that lies between your thighs.

“Dieter,” you moan out after a moment, and you pull at his hair lightly. “Dieter, I need your cock.”

“Nuh-uh,” he replies, shaking his head, diving in for another lick, dropping his chin and letting his tongue slide right inside you. It makes you keen, chest lifting as you gasp for air, white-knuckling his hair so hard it should hurt, but he’s too preoccupied with your pleasure to notice. “Not yet.”

Another few swipes of his tongue, and you’re cumming. It takes you by surprise, judging by the Dieter, f-fuck, D, I’m gonna, oh my god, fuuuuuuuuuuuck that falls out of you. He licks you through it, collecting your release on his tongue, groaning at the way your taste changes slightly.

You’re more addictive than any drug he’s ever tried.

Things seem to blur slightly, and he’s grabbing you up into his arms, hoisting you over his shoulder and carrying you towards his bedroom. You’re squealing with laughter, kicking your legs and smacking his ass.

He sets you on your feet in front of his bed and pushes his robe off your shoulders. You cross your arms, reaching for the hem of your shirt and pulling it off while he pushes your skirt down your hips. That’s when he sees it, the little flash of black ink on your skin. Your bra hits the floor, and Dieter pushes you back, grinning when you sprawl back on his sheets.

He yanks his t-shirt over his head, shoves his sweatpants down his legs, and joins you on the bed. Dieter crawls up your body, leaving little bites as he goes, and laves his tongue over the tattoo at your waist. He hasn’t seen it before — he hasn’t seen you completely naked before — and it’s another thing to get addicted to. He traces the little heart with his finger, swiping his saliva from the black ink and your hips lift, trying to get closer to him.

“I’ve been missing out,” he murmurs, tilting his face to look at you, moving one hand up your body to squeeze your breast, pinching your nipple between his thumb and index finger. You moan and he drops his face to suck at your clit lightly, one of your hands in his hair yet again. You tug, and this time, he obeys, lifting back up and moving over you further. “This is a much nicer view.”

His mouth closes around your nipple a moment later, and your gasp is music to his ears. He reaches down to push your knees apart, settling his body between them. His tongue swirls around your bud, feeling the skin grow taut with his attention. You moan his name again, back arching and legs spreading wider. “Please.”

“You want my cock, baby?” he asks, pulling his mouth from your nipple long enough to say the words. “You want me to fuck you while I suck on these perfect tits, hmm? God, you’re so fucking pretty.”

He’s only fucked you from behind, up until now. It’s all been frantic, hurried sex, clothes barely discarded and your face always just beyond his reach. But this? Holy fucking shit, this is something else entirely. Like this, he can scrape his teeth against your nipple while he pushes his hips against yours. Like this, he can drag the tip of his cock through your dripping folds and watch your eyes roll back. Like this, he can watch your jaw drop when he pushes into you, sinking into the deepest fucking part of you as his whole body shudders with it.

He gives your nipples equal attention, savouring the taste and feel of them against his tongue. You make more of those little fucking noises, and each one feels like an electric shock down his spine. He knows he’s not gonna last long, but damn it all if he isn’t gonna make you cum again before he does.

The weed has definitely made you more pliant than he’s used to, and he watches your hands curl in the sheets when he leans up on his knees, grabbing your hips and pulling you onto his cock over and over. “God, your pussy feels so fucking good,” he grits out, tightening his grip on your hips. He brings one hand to his mouth, sucks on his fingers for moment before dropping them to your clit, rubbing harsh circles that have you gasping his name, cursing and groaning and your back arching up off the bed. “Yeah? You gonna cum on this cock, pretty baby? I want to feel you cum. Do it.”

It doesn’t take much more than that, and he feels you seize, your pussy clenching tighter than sin around him. It pulls his own orgasm out of him, and he grabs your hips again, buckling in half and planting his forehead in the middle of your chest as he cums, spurting white hot inside you.

You hum happily, and when he lifts his head again, your eyes are closed, hair sprawled on the pillow. It’s like he can see you drift off, your lips parting gently and your body settling deeper into the blankets. After a few moments, Dieter pulls out of you and rolls off, heading for the bathroom. He cleans himself off, wets a cloth with warm water, and then returns to the bedroom, cleaning you up as gently and thoroughly as he can. You barely move as he does it, making a content little noise. He yanks at the sheets, pulling them over you, and as soon as he lies back, you sling your arm over his middle, hand resting on his hip, and pull yourself closer to him, planting your head on his chest.

Dieter lies there for a moment, realizing that this is breaking all your rules. He lays there for a while, thinking that he should go sleep in the guest room down the hall, or on the couch in the living room. You’re not gonna be happy about the accidental sleepover, he knows, but he doesn’t have the heart to wake you. To his credit, he does try to move, to slip out of your grasp, but as soon as he moves, you flinch hard, nails digging into his side. You make another little noise, this one tiny and sad and desperate, and he finds he can’t move a muscle. Getting out of this bed would be the worst mistake of his life.

And so, Dieter puts his arm around your shoulders, presses his cheek to the top of your head, and falls asleep himself.

+

Your eyes flash open.

Where the…?

You’re curled on your side, a warm body behind you, a heavy arm slung over your stomach and a warm chest pressed to your back. You look down, noting your completely naked body beneath the sheets, and the familiar black triangle tattooed on the arm wrapped around you.

Memories of the night before flood back as you rouse. The joint on the balcony. Kissing Dieter. His face buried between your legs in his kitchen. The absolutely devastatingly perfect way he’d fucked you in his bed.

And then you fell asleep.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” you mouth. It takes nearly five minutes for you to peel yourself out from under his arm, making sure he stays asleep as you slip out from beneath the covers. He’s dead to the world, his mouth wide open and his face smushed into the pillow. It’s so cute it makes your chest ache, but you’re already at war with yourself. Him being cute isn’t fucking helping. This isn’t supposed to happen. You’re not supposed to spend the night. You’re not supposed to cuddle. You’re not supposed to fall asleep in his bed. That’s not how this works.

You also probably shouldn’t show up at his apartment drunk off your ass after a shitty date, but that’s a problem for another day.

You get dressed quickly, and while you know it’s a bad idea, you reach for Dieter’s t-shirt, pulling it over your head before padding as silently as you can out of his room, down the hall to the front door, and out into the morning.

+

Dieter wakes up alone.

There’s a you-shaped dent in his mattress, the pillow still flattened from your head, and the whole bed smells like you. The whole apartment smells like you, he’s sure, and he can’t help the pang in his heart. Slowly, he gets out of bed, pulls his sweats and robe back on, and pads into the kitchen. The empty carton of apple juice still sits on the countertop, and he curls his fingers around it with a sigh.

You’re gone. And fuck, it makes him so sad.

It’s a few weeks, before he hears from you again. There’s a semi-apologetic text, telling him that you’re sorry for disappearing, but you had a family emergency and didn’t want to wake him. He thinks it’s a lie, but he appreciates the effort, at least.

As far as seeing you again, he actually runs into you. Almost literally. He’s walking down the street, on his way to meet his weed dealer, when he spots you sitting in a cafe by the window. He knocks on the glass, and the surprise in your eyes when you see it’s him makes him smile.

He joins you inside, both of you ordering food and catching up over coffee. He congratulates you on your movie being nominated, and you do the same for him, smiling as you say it. Fuck, he’s missed that smile.

But he doesn’t want to get hurt. He’s not that much of a fool, and he knows he has to hold you at arm’s length right now. For his own sake.

“So, will I see you there?” he asks, poking at his food with his fork. “In L.A.?”

“You just might,” you say with a smirk. “Maybe they’ll seat us together.”

“I was thinking more like…after the ceremony,” he says, dropping his voice lower. “Will I see you naked?”

“Dieter.”

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jealous - rafe cameron

a/n: hi! im kinda a mess right now and this story is a little all over the place so im sorry if you hate it lol but i really wanted to write something based on what i think Rafe would really be like as a bf so here it is! (not my pic)

Summary: Your boyfriend, Rafe Cameron, takes you to a party.

Warnings: swearing, drug use (cocaine), alcohol consumption, mentions of sex

Word Count: 2k

my writing

You can hear the music coming from the house before you see it. It's Friday night on Figure Eight, and you already know what that means. Accompanying your boyfriend to yet another party. You and Rafe have been together for almost a year, and some days, you really think you could rip his head off.

You hadn't even wanted to come tonight. When you voiced that to Rafe, however, he told you with a shrug of his shoulders that he'd just find someone else to dance with. Of course, it started a fight, and now, you're sitting in the back of Topper's Jeep beside Rafe, watching as he stares at his phone.

He isn't talking to you or looking at you, but apparently it's enough for him that he just knows exactly where you are and what you're doing. It's not enough for you, though. You reach over and grab his hand from his phone, looping yours through it. Rafe hesitates at first, wanting his hand back so he can continue what he had been doing. When he sees your expression, his eyes soften just a bit and he relaxes into his seat and your touch.

Topper parks the car and tells all of you to hop out, which you do with the help of Rafe. You appreciate that he doesn't let go of your hand, even though you know it's only because you all are approaching the party and he wants every single person to know that you are with him.

Rafe leans over and kisses your temple quickly, then brings his lips down to your ear.

"Stay close, yeah?" he whispers, his hand gripping yours even tighter.

You know the drill by now. Of course you're going to stay close, because Rafe never lets you get more than five feet away from him at these things. You envy the way Topper treats Sarah sometimes, even though you really think Topper's a tool and would never date him.

Once you all enter the house, Rafe moves his hand from yours to around your waist, leading you through the party and glaring at any guy that even looks over at you. You all make your way into the living room area and find seats on the couch, Rafe immediately pulling you down dangerously close to him.

"Yo, who got this shit?" Rafe points to the cocaine on the table in front of him, the rolled up dollar bill tempting him.

"Bought it from Barry this morning, bro," Kelce speaks up, grinning. Kelce is always trying to please Rafe.

"Always reading my mind, brother," Rafe smirks, and leads forward to take a line without hesitation.

When he comes back up from his line, he grins and daps up Kelce, telling him it's good shit. Then, without you even moving, he leans over and kisses you roughly. His tongue enters your mouth quickly, which you accept and grab onto his neck. He moans into your mouth and then pulls away, immediately going back to the coke.

You sigh and sit back, pulling your phone out. You know Rafe will be high as a kite when you two leave tonight, which only makes you hopeful that he won't turn into an absolute asshole once that stuff kicks in.

He turns back to you with a devious smirk on his face, and before you can even ask what he's doing, he's collecting a line up on your thigh.

"I don't want that shit on me, Rafe," you grumble, but you know better than to move. He might just kill you if you spilled that shit all over the couch and the floor.

"Relax, baby," he tells you, not looking up at you. He's too focused on perfecting his line.

His friends all watch as he snorts a line up your thigh, all of them silently wishing they could do the same. You try not to roll your eyes at him and end up catching the eye of some guy standing in the corner of the room. He's watching you both, curious why you're hanging out with a guy like that. You just shrug and roll your eyes only halfway, telling the guy you're over it.

You're not sure why you do it, you suppose it's the concerned look in his eye as he watches. Nobody ever looks at you like that anymore.

When Rafe glances back up to you and sees you looking at another guy, he instinctively wraps his arm around your waist.

"I don't like the way he's looking at you," Rafe tells you, "Come sit in my lap."

His voice is raspy and his jaw is clenched as he pulls you into his lap, kissing on your cheeks and your neck as he stares at the guy. After only a minute or so, the guy is intimidated enough that he ends up walking out of the living room completely.

"Did you know him?" Rafe asks you, his eyes trailing the boy out of the room.

"No, baby," you sigh.

He catches the frustration in your voice and looks up into your eyes, reaching up and tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear. This is the Rafe you love; the intimate, soft one. The one who isn't afraid to show you how he loves you.

"Are you having fun, princess?" he questions, his voice softer than it had been before.

You're not, but you know Rafe is enjoying himself and wants to stay and hang out. So, you take a deep breath and nod your head, giving him a convincing smile. Rafe smiles back and strokes his fingers against your cheek, then brings his hand down to your neck to pull you closer to him. He uses his nose to move your hair away from your ear so he can talk into it.

"I can't wait to get inside of you later, sweetheart," he whispers, feeling you instantly start to squirm against his lap.

His dirty talk always gets to you. The way his voice gets all raspy and needy just does things to your body that no other guy ever could.

"Is that right?" you tease him, bringing your lips dangerously close to him.

"Mhm," he hums against your lips, then closes the gap between the two of you.

He loves when you play with his hair, so you do. You can feel him getting excited underneath you, so you continue. One of his hands wraps around your throat and the other goes down to your ass, making you moan.

"Yo, Rafe, get a fucking room, man," Topper groans.

Rafe smirks against your lips and pulls away, gently setting you down beside him again. You try not to be mad that Topper interrupted the first ounce of attention your boyfriend has shown you tonight. Rafe leans forward to cut another line, so you stand and look around for a bathroom. When he doesn't notice you get up, you decide to just run really quick to one and then come back.

You walk from the living room into a kitchen, then see a little hallway that looks like it probably contains a bathroom. Once you get down the dimly lit hallway, you feel a hand on your arm, roughly yanking you around.

"What the fuck are you doing going off on your own?" Rafe snaps at you, his grip on your arm tightening. You can feel his nails digging into your flesh, making you wince.

"Rafe, you're hurting me," you tell him softly, gently trying to move your arm out of his grasp.

"You need to tell me when you have to go to the bathroom," he says harshly, then releases our arm.

"I'm sorry," you mumble, looking down at the floor. He brings his hand up and grabs your cheek, pulling your head up to look at him.

"C'mon," he tells you, "I'll take you."

He reaches down and takes your hand, leading you down the hallway and stopping at a random door. There's one guy waiting outside of it, who Rafe pats on the back once the two of you approach.

"Find another one," Rafe tells him.

The guy turns around and looks at Rafe like he's crazy, his eyes glancing over to you for a second. Protectively, Rafe's grip tightens around your hand.

"Dude, I've been waiting for a while. The line was long when I got here," the guy tells him, watching Rafe sarcastically smile.

"Interesting story, bro. Move along. Now," Rafe's voice is harsh.

The guy rolls his eyes and pushes past the two of you, deciding he doesn't have to go bad enough to put up with Rafe being an asshole. Rafe moves in front of the door, pulling you with him, and bangs on the door.

"Time's up," he yells, continuing to pound on the door.

The door opens up a second later, the guy Rafe had removed from the living room with his eyes earlier stepping out. Of course, you think.

"Ah, if it isn't the guy who likes to stare at my girl," Rafe grins devilishly.

"Rafe-" you start, wanting to tell him to let it go.

"Go inside, baby. I'll be right here when you're done."

He drags his hand toward the door, which in turn drags you toward the door. He lets go as soon as you're in the bathroom, then leans in and shuts the door for you. You can hear Rafe sizing up that poor guy outside, but you choose not to listen. You use the bathroom and then wash your hands quickly, trying your best to hurry so you can save that guy.

When you pull the door open again, Rafe is leaning against the doorframe with his phone in his hand. He looks up at you when you come out and doesn't speak, he just wraps his arm around your waist and leads you away, still looking at his phone.

When you get into the kitchen, Rafe suddenly pushes you up against the wall with no warning. He leans forward and grabs onto your cheeks, bringing his mouth up to yours roughly and kissing you. He quickly picks you up and wraps your legs around his waist, keeping you pinned up against the wall. You kiss him back, loving the way his hands feel all over your body. If you're honest, you're growing impatient for the night to end. You really just want Rafe to take you home and fuck you.

Rafe pulls away after a few minutes, gently setting you back down on the floor and taking his hand in yours again.

"You're mine, don't you forget it," he tells you, his voice demanding. You nod and reach up to wipe your lip, which seems to be covered in Rafe's saliva.

You watch Rafe's gaze as it lingers around the guy from the bathroom, who had just seen Rafe's explosive display of affection. You sigh, knowing that entire thing was just a way of Rafe to mark his territory.

"We're gonna go get Topper's keys," Rafe tells you, "I can't wait any longer. I need you, right now."

You give Rafe a real smile this time and nod your head, following him as he leads you through the crowd. After promising Topper you two wouldn't fuck in his Jeep, he hands Rafe his keys so you two can leave. Rafe tightens his grip around your hand as he pulls you back to the kitchen. He purposely walks past that guy again, muttering something in his ear as you two pass that you can't hear. When you look back, the guy looks disgusted.

When you two get back to Topper's Jeep, you're surprised when Rafe opens up the back door for you to get in.

"Why am I getting in the back?" you ask him.

He smirks, "We're getting in the back."

You look at the devious look on his face and figure out what he's up to, so you raise your eyebrow at him.

"You promised Topper we wouldn't fuck in his Jeep," you remind him.

Rafe rolls his eyes, "Yeah, and last month Topper promised me he wouldn't bend my nine iron when he beat up that Pogue on the golf course with my club. Trust me, baby. He owes me."

You sigh but do as you're told, watching Rafe's smirk only grow when you climb inside. No matter what that boy puts you through at these parties, the sex always makes up for it.

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