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just say it | nagi seishiro

angst to fluff, confessions!!, friends to lovers, time skip, 2k words

you’re not sure, exactly, but seeing nagi seishiro sprawled like a cat on your couch, looking all too much like your home is his, leaves almost a strange feeling in your stomach. it festers, ugly and clinging.

and stupid nagi continues to lay there, oblivious to how your fingers clench to block out the beat of your heart.

“oi,” you throw a towel on his head, grimacing at the sight of sweat clinging to the back of his neck and sticking onto your headrest. “what are you doing in my house?” and did he travel by foot all the way here? under the scorching sun?

nagi cranes his neck, all slow and lazy, eyes wide. “oh,” he says. “you left your notebook,” he points at the table, without looking at it, “on my desk.”

“well, thanks, i guess.” you push his long legs away from the side of the couch and fall back onto it, sighing deeply. “you could’ve just given it to me tomorrow.”

he seems to pause for a second, thumbs hovering awkwardly on his phone screen. when you face him with a questioning look, he returns as if nothing happened. “reo said i could visit you.”

you hate it. you always hate when nagi does this.

when for a split second, he hesitates, shuffles a bit too close, his fingers tremble to reach for you, or his eyes flicker to your lips, but he never does anything about it.

he pulls away at the last second, and time seems to flow back normally in a snap. as if he wasn’t just about to ruin the friendship you’ve been picking scabs on just to get him to peel it off and make a move already.

and knowing nagi, he never does. he never does. (and he never will.)

“reo, huh,” you murmur, giving him a doubtful look. nagi doesn’t react visibly, but you can tell he’s starting to get uncomfortable under your scrutiny, burying his chin into the towel.

when you stretch your legs over his lap, he lets you. he doesn’t question it, doesn’t react, just keeps playing on his phone, and it’s almost infuriating how little you have an effect on him.

and knowing you, you’ll keep letting him drag this out. because underneath that frustration is fear, vulnerable and thin, ready to crumble faster than butterfly wings with the wrong move.

if you confess, and he pulls away, it can still be back to normal. that’s what everyone says, and those people don’t talk to their forgotten ones anymore. they wouldn’t understand.

but it will never be the same with nagi, because you know that you love him and will keep loving him. it will not be okay if he doesn’t feel the same, no matter how hard you try to fool yourself. it will hurt and claw out your heart, chew, and spit it out like it wasn’t someone’s soul.

it will hurt to know that you would peel yourself open and offer your heart to him, and he wouldn’t even accept it because he’ll say he doesn’t love you back. he shouldn’t deserve your dedication. it will hurt even more to know that nagi will bleed out for someone else someday, despite the longing glances and lingering touches he keeps giving your way.

“you know, you should be asking me permission, not literally anyone else who doesn’t live here.”

nagi hums, and the round finishes with a final slash of his weapon. the boss crumbles, and you kind of feel for it. he spares you a glance. “you don’t mind.”

you don’t.

even if you don’t say it out loud, the ghost of a smile on nagi’s lips says he knows.

it should be enough that you could be under the same sky as him. someone like nagi. but you are selfish and obsessed, keening like a tamed lion when his attention is focused your way.

with an almost personal jab on the number button of the vending machine, you watch the juice box tumble out.

you bend down to pluck it out but almost drop it back down again when you feel a warm body press against your back as you stand straight.

with a chin propped up on your shoulder, arms wrapped around your waist, and a phone right in front of you, you nearly choke on your spit realizing who it is.

“fuck’s sake, nagi,” you breathe, pressing a hand on your chest as if that would somehow strangle it to quiet down.

when nagi huffs an amused laugh, your traitorous heart goes wilder.

“let me free so i can also buy you your lemon tea,” you grumble, wriggling in his grasp.

nagi continues fiddling with his phone, skillfully defeating virtual enemies. “no,” he says after a while. “you’re warm.”

“i’ll strangle you.”

nagi hums in acknowledgment.

with a defeated sigh, you press the number of nagi’s favorite drink, packed in a bright yellow box. hoping to piss him off, you abruptly squat down to grab the lemon tea, but nagi follows, unbothered.

he follows after you, and again when you rise back up. and he’s still unbothered.

“you are so annoying,” you grumble, tucking your juice box under your arm to unwrap nagi’s. you poke the straw in, scowling.

you twist in his grasp to face him, holding the straw up to his mouth. “here. you haven’t drunk anything recently.”

but nagi’s face is too surprised, his eyes flicking down to where your hand is on his chest, then to where his arms are still snug around you. if you still had any hope left in you, you’d say there’s a flush in his cheeks.

it makes you realize how this position must look to other people, pressed against each other like this.

“thanks,” nagi murmurs, sipping happily on the straw. the moment shatters once again, and he doesn’t fucking do anything about it. even later and tomorrow, and the day after that, you two won’t talk about it.

from behind you, his character makes a grunt of pain, and you notice nagi isn’t looking at his phone, but somewhere on your face.

down, his phone says.

down, indeed.

when nagi and reo have to leave for this thing called blue lock, you say to yourself that you’re relieved.

you’ll miss reo a lot. he is one of your best friends, and you’re proud to watch him grow and become the person he wants to be. at least he doesn’t drive you fucking crazy.

nagi is an entirely different story.

the goodbye wasn’t anything remotely close to heartfelt. it felt like they weren’t even leaving, just taking a trip to the bathroom, but they had to make everything dramatic for no reason. and you’re fine with that. it will soften the blow.

but stupid nagi doesn’t allow just a gentle wound when he leaves.

[reo 6:43] don’t miss us too much y/n or else i might have to come running out :(

[y/n 6:50] don’t baby me and go play soccer, loser

[y/n 6:50] you better text me as soon as you can and tell me everything

[reo 6:52] i will i will

[reo 6:52] (sends an attachment of him and nagi on bus seats. reo has an arm thrown over nagi’s shoulder with his tongue stuck out, while nagi is frowning at the window.

[y/n 6:53] dumbasses. i love you.

[reo 6:53] we love you too

[nagi 7:35] i miss you.

you bury your phone face-first on your bed, as if that’ll spit out nagi’s message and let you cut it in pieces and throw it out of existence. you hate it. you hate it.

what was it about distance making the heart grow fonder?

fuck.

you bite your pillow and steer your mind clear of anything else.

nagi will probably forget about you after this whole blue lock thing anyway. it’s better to get used to being on your own now.

“a match?”

“yes,” reo’s voice says over the phone. there’s a cheer of teen boys echoing, and reo apologizes, saying he’ll leave the locker room. “you’ve seen the news, right?”

no, you haven’t. “that’s… cool!” you don’t know what the hell he’s talking about. “with who?”

“come watch us play, idiot,” reo chuckles; he knows you’ll say yes sooner or later, and you hate that you know he’s right. “didn’t you miss us?”

it’s only today that you and reo started talking again. he says he’s been busy, and you tell him it’s fine because so were you. but meeting him again tomorrow when it’s been so long since you’ve even spoken? you’re not sure if that’s fine.

“i… don’t know.” you glance at the date displayed on your screen, considering. “tomorrow, was it?”

you really have been busy. you’re not sure if you can take it if the stress of life adds up to the stress upon seeing nagi’s stupidly handsome face.

“yup. you should see nagi, man; he’s been really awesome lately.”

just the mention is enough to seize your heart and sway you. you scowl, and judging by the smile you can hear from reo, he did it on purpose.

“i’ll see if i’m free, i suppose,” you sigh, falling on your mattress to frown at the ceiling. “how have you been, reo?”

when reo launches into a ramble about all the events that went down, you let him. you smile and freely admit that you did miss them more than you can bring yourself to admit. it’s a bandage for a bullet wound.

“fuck.”

you weave through the crowd and halls with as much speed as possible. your ankles ache and protest with each step, but you ignore it. your heart beats and echoes in your ears, berating you for this stupid decision, but you ignore it.

the crowd erupts into deafening cheers, and you wince, scrambling to pick up your pace. the speakers from the corners of the wall announce the winners, and they scream and howl again.

“fuck, fuck.”

you’re late.

the worst part is, you can’t make them treat you to dinner for the stress this is giving you because they’re the ones who won.

when you finally reach the door, there’s already a string of people leaving, talking among themselves animatedly. you hear names, straining your ear when someone mentions reo, nagi, nagi, nagi.

the stadium is slowly filling out, and guilt eats you right up for missing even the winning shot. but you were too busy being indecisive not to be late when ( eventually ) leaving the house.

it’s fine. if nagi won’t care about you, then at least reo is there. he invited you, and you won’t lie that you also came to watch your best friend. ( you ignore the bitterness in your chest. )

“y/n!”

you perk up at the sound of reo’s voice, unable to fight the smile off your face when he comes running straight your way.

“come down here!” he calls out, grinning wide. there’s something different about it, though you’re not sure what it is exactly. was it the confidence he’s exuding? the sureness of himself?

you make your way to where he can reach you and gasp when his sweaty ass comes to hug you.

“gross, gross,” you hiss, trying to slap his arms away. “don’t slobber all over me.”

reo laughs, “you’re also all sweaty. did you just arrive?”

you grimace. “sorry. i was being an idiot overthinking again.” you smile at him, and hope you can convey that you really are happy seeing him again. “congrats on winning, reo. i’m proud.”

he sighs, shaking his head fondly. “well, whatever. at least you still visited. we missed you.”

we, huh? 

reo smirks, noticing immediately when you try to search for a certain white-haired boy discreetly.

panic fills you when reo cups his hands around his mouth. “wait, don’t call him—”

“oi, nagi!” reo turns to his left, and your eyes immediately find a home in nagi’s.

your breath catches in your throat when nagi’s eyes widen ever-so-slightly. strands of hair are sticking out from his head, and his nose is all burnt from the heat. his lips part to speak, but he shakes his head instead.

then, he’s jogging towards you.

nagi seishiro is jogging towards you. christ, that’s kind of terrifying.

“hey.” you hold your hands up protectively over your body. “hey, hey, don’t—”

nagi hugs you, trapping you in his embrace, and the words die on your tongue. you don’t know what’s worse: registering the cackle reo is letting out or the fact that nagi doesn’t actually smell, and you find comfort in his warmth.

“you came,” he breathes.

you blink up at him, wilting under his stare. “well. reo said i could.”

nagi’s brows knit together subtly, and you almost grin in victory. 

“i missed you,” nagi says, squeezing you in his grasp, “a lot.”

you look at him, and realize that it’s not just reo who’s changed. nagi is staring straight at you, in your eyes, and he isn’t wavering or shying away when you stare back. his eyes are alight with conviction.

suddenly, your mouth goes dry. “i—i missed you, too, nagi.”

something in nagi’s eyes shift.

this is what you wanted: for nagi to be forward, to take what he wants, say what is on his mind, but you weren’t expecting it to melt you in a puddle like this.

“hey,” you tug his arm, face in flames, “i think your teammates are calling you—”

“you came for reo,” nagi murmurs, inching closer, “you’ll stay for me.”

and, wow, okay. you need a bit to process that.

before you can respond, though, his lips meet yours and keep you there.

your heart lurches in your throat. for a second, you could only stare wide-eyed, frozen, but upon seeing the flush on nagi’s ears and the hesitant press of his lips; you let yourself melt into him. his arms tighten around you when you sling your arms over his neck.

when you start to feel a little lightheaded, you pull away, and he chases after you, pouting slightly.

“why did—” you heave, catching your breath. “why did you just kiss me like that?”

“you don’t mind,” nagi says, kissing the side of your mouth as if to coax you back into kissing him again.

“i don’t,” you agree. and frown. “why do you think so?”

this kiss will mean nothing until you can hear him say it.

“because you like me,” nagi says; there’s a dangerous glint in his eye.

“you don’t mind?”

“i don’t.” nagi smiles against your mouth. “because i like you, too.”

sorry if this is a mess!!!!!! this was supposed to be like 500 words (and was supposed to end on a bad note) but it kept flowing out of me so i just let it be 😭😭🙏

#606:BLLK #blue lock x reader #blue lock x y/n #blue lock x you #nagi x reader #nagi seishiro x reader #nagi seishiro x you #nagi fluff #nagi seishiro fanfiction

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Joel Miller x F!Reader - Piss Kink #4

if you're feeling bold, can be read with more Piss kink #1, #2, #3, or alone.

Summary: Joel entices you home with a uniquely fun hommade toy that he's been edging himself with.

Warnings: pisskink! , pill-filled condom, sending nudes ish, nipple play, sub!Joel returns!, male masturbation, mirror masturbation, assisted masturbation, overstimulation, degrading lanauge towards Joel, this one is all about Joel

18+ ONLY

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Work fucking sucks when you’re horny as shit.

While you rot away at a desk 5 days a week, from 9-5 with limited days off, you get a bit envious of Joel’s flexible schedule where he can pick his own contracts, his own projects, and work his own hours at his own fee.

Must be nice to be a solid brick wall of meat.

And he doesn’t make it any better. Having your phone buzz off at your desk literally every 5 seconds with pictures of his scruffy head waking up at 9:57am, his homemade sausage links and pancakes, his feet propped up on the coffee table while sipping away your coffee in your mug that you forgot because you were running late!

You: Fuck off, lazy ass

Joel: come home and I’ll fuck your ass all day :P

You: do you have any real plans today other than being a little shit?

There’s 15 minutes of silence from his end. Enough that you’re pretty far into a project you couldn’t get off the ground, until there’s a new chime vibrating from your phone. 

Joel: video attachment

You bite your lips, hovering over the file icon. This could be just another “Joel enjoying his day off” …

or a “Joel enjoying his day off.”

Not risking it, you run to the bathroom and lock yourself in the stall.

The video plays, and you can make out Joel’s big fat blurry fingers blocking half the camera as he angles the phone on the sink vanity, facing himself in the mirror focus sense. He backs away, and unzips his jeans. His cock is only half hard, but that doesn’t deter him from pumping it lazily in his hand, digging in the drawer off camera looking for something.

It’s not until he’s ripping off a condom with his teeth that you’re very intrigued. 

“Got a present for ya when you come home,” he smirks into the camera.

He rolls the plastic over his much harder cock now, pulling it tight all the way to the base, stretching it over his thick length.

Joel’s not one to use condoms, so this is—new.

He’s breathing hard, chest rising and falling as he pumps his dick with short jerks. His thumb teases over the clear covered tip. there’s some sweet little noises you know you’re missing because the mic doesn’t pick it up, but by the way his brows furrow, his lips part with eyes closed, you know he’s feeling dirty and good.

He lets out a strong groan, and the condom starts inflating quickly as he relives his urine. “FUck—fuck , shit, it’s filling up fast.”

You hold in a gasp because fuck yeah he’s right. The condom expands rapidly as yellow liquid quickly pools in the empty nub at the top before over coming the underside.

“Mmm—ah—ah-ahh-yeahfuck baby—its’ warm. Warm like you,” he grunts, smiling. He tilts his head back and moans, thrusting his hips a bit more like he wants to fuck it. 

He breathes shallowly when it’s over. The condom now tightly packed with warm golden piss around his aching length like a thick balloon, not much larger than a short zucchini but still impressively bulging.

He jerks over himself a little bit, watching the liquid bounce with such inertia it takes a moment to even out. It should be disgusting, really, watching him play with himself with his own piss like a pocket pussy, were it not for the tight clench of your thighs and throb between your legs.

“Reminds me of ya tummy when I filled ya full of it the other day.”

He starts to pull his jeans back up, careful to tuck the full package into his crock area before zipping it up cautiously. Two little hops and everything falls into place. He groans as he manages the button over his waist.

He pats his new bulge before winking into the camera and the video ends.

You don’t even realize you were biting your finger nails while sitting on the toilet seat in the stall. Your skirt bunches up over your legs as you spread them. Fuck, you can’t touch yourself at work!

Just as you’re about to write an extremely lengthly curse off to Joel, another image attachment comes in:

Joel lying on the couch with the camera facing down towards his feet, the evident bulge still packed tight in his head with his girth hand gripping at it through his jeans.

Joel: Warm n tight, just like your sweet little cunt :) 

Another video comes in, and there’s barely any intuition in you left to ignore it as you’re hitting play so quickly.

He’s positioned the phone in front of him again at the couch, folding laundry causally with his legs spread wide. The bulge in his pants, however, is much bigger. Each uncomfortable  shift only elicits a whimper from him, grinding into his palm to adjust the position but only turning him on more. He leans back and unbuttons the pants. The zipper practically falls away on its own to give room to the massive piss filled condom, shaped like a droopy sack, it’s been desperately trying to hold together.

He sighs in relief, jiggling the balloon. It’s now the length of a fat cucumber, sagging to the cushion from the weight. 

“Shit. This is a fuckin’ strong ass condom, baby. Feels like I’m bout to burst everywhere.”

He continues to smack it, jerk it, play with it like a silicon boob and not like it’s his own urine filling a condom and drawing his poor dick, still hard as a rock and an angry shade of red infused with the yellow tint of the sloshing liquid. His leg bounces, both of you hypnotized at the way the latex ripple with each wave.

“Can’t wait for you to come home and see how big it’s gonna get in your hand.” He cups his balls underneath while fisting his warm and wet pocket pussy. It jiggles obscenely in his hand, his hips thrusting into it until his tummy tense and he stills. You can just barely see the little air bubble at the top get smaller as he relieves himself more. His eyes roll back, feeling the warmth surround his meat like living inside your cunt. 

The video ends, and a second image is waiting for you:

Joel standing with his top belt button undone but the zipper struggling to stay up, holding his fat bulge that now has taken over to drooping down his thighs.

Joel: Fucking Christ baby, you see how fucking tight this is? 

You don’t open the last video attachment, as you’re already packing your computer away and telling your manager you’re not feeling well, zipping to your car and speeding home.

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Joel’s cock is in a constant state of pain and pleasure all day. For one, his piss is keeping everything so fucking warm, unlike anything he’s felt regularly wrapped around his cock, stuffed in his pants. But on the other hand, his dick has been trapped inside a warm wet fluid substance for over two hours non stop hard, and he’s ready to cum geysers.

He considers whether waiting all day for you to come home for his “present” is going to be worth it when he hears keys being entered into the front entrance.

He’s standing right there the moment you open the door. He can tell you rushed with the state of your wrinkled shirt half untucked, messy hair and even more evident—the ferocious look in your eyes. 

You wrap your arms around him and hug him close. He lets out a tiny sigh, feeling your middle press against his crotch tightly. To your delight, it’s still there, all packed tight and warm, crammed so stiffly it could burst with any more pressure. Your hand roughly grabs at the squishy bulge in his jeans and Joel stutters a gasp, then a little moan with his eyes closed in bliss. You can just barely hear the quiet rush of liquid filling into the condom even more.

“Did you just piss some more?” You ask, your hand rubbings soothing circles over the bulge.

He nods, lips parted sinfully with dazed eyes now that you’re here and in charge.

“You’re a naughty boy, sending that shit at work. Making me come home early to take care of this,” you whisper sensually in your honey silk voice that has his veins shivering from excitement and trouble. 

“Nnmgg—mmmm, I wanted you here. And you want its too,” he snickers.

You tug the collar of his shirt and pull him in for a harsh kiss. He groans into your month, pulling you closer and grinding himself into your secure body like a horny teen. His body melts in to your touch, more needy to have you here than you were to have him.

Your tongue holds his hostage while you busy your fingers and unbutton his jeans. The piss filled condom spills out of there like it was desperate to breathe. 

Joel lets out a pathetic sigh of relief. You continue to palm him while he pants into your mouth, all the pent of pressure finally having room to escape, but still trapping his thick cock. It’s fucking heavy, the weight of his hot urine filling the bag over and over again, latex stretched so tight. “It’s.. s-so heavy—bout to burst,” he rasps, eyes shut into your shoulder as you hold it for him. 

You smirk against his lips, continuing your torture in your hand while he shivers.

You reach below the moist cucumber sack and roll his balls in your hand, tugging gently to get him to follow you.

He obeys beautifully. Leaping after you as you massage him, trailing so close that he’s wafting your hair product, twitching in your palm.

“Sit,” you command, pointing to the floor in the bedroom, directly in front of your floor length mirror.

He sinks to the group, staring at his reflection. So pretty and small beneath you. You slide right behind him, hands slowly tracing along his inner thighs, making him involuntarily man spread. 

You grasp the urine condom and start tugging, jerking it in your hand as you pinch his nipples under his shirt with your free hand. 

“You look like a fucking pervert and a whore.”

He whimpers and melts into your touch. Tense in his cock and chest but relaxed everywhere else. Despite the mass of the man in front of you, practically blocking your view of his beautiful twitching body, you perch over his arm to watch. 

His eyes keep drifting back, pleasure consuming him after edging all day. But he keeps snapping forward to look at how you’re tearing him apart.

“Only fucking disgusting boys do this type of shit, Joel. Is that what you are?”

He nods vigorously, hips cantering forward.

The sloshing of liquid grows louder as you pump over the slimy sack faster. His shirt rides up, his soft belly flexing with each painful breath he forces going in and out. 

“Can you fill this up some more? While I’l jerking you off? Don’t cum yet. Want more of your foul liquid to fill this thing. It’s so fucking big, Joel. see how much we can pack into here before it explodes!” You laugh.

He grits his teeth, and you still your movement. With a few assisted tugs wrapped around your own hand, he’s moaning out pornographically, and you can see through the latex the extra stream of gold forced out of the tip of his dick and expanding the hot condom. It’s big enough now that you need Joel to help wrap his other hand around it. The two of you jacking him off together.

“Such a fucking good boy, Miller. My piss hungry boy.”

If you weren’t so fucking turned on by your whimpering mess of a boyfriend you’d be cringing so hard. But Joel just somehow always manages to bring that side out of you.

“Arrgghhhhh--aahhh—oh—ohh—ohf—oh fuck! Fuck it baby, yeah—YEAH—unfff I’m—I’m gonna—“ he’s blabbering incoherently, nodding and shaking his head, overstimulated and yet so close to getting what his whole body is begging for. The condom bounces along as the two of you fall out of rhythm, smashing against his pelvis and balls, his tip stretching across the clear seal before being drowned in a vacuum of piss. 

You accidentally pinch the condom as you pull it close to him again. Coupled with being filled to its limit, the entire thing snaps in a giant explosion of the piss damn breaking, ursting all over Joel’s torso and thighs and the floor.

The impact of it all has his hips thrusting forward, his jaw dropping open in a surprised gasp when he cums into the free air—ropes of it shooting so far onto the mirror. You don’t stop, despite the wet mess all over him and tattered condom shred still clinging between your digits, jerking his wet cock to completion and tilting his hips up so that his creamy spend shoots on his pouty lower lip.

He licks away the salty tang of his orgasm,  breathing down from his high. You  both observe him in the mirror: clothes drenched from chest to knee, splatters of of his spend adorning him and the mirror like overly-excited icing on a tres-leches soaked cake. 

He’s shaking from the aftershock. So overly whipped and leaning further back against you for support. You hold his cock, now finally able to breathe, as you kiss along his jaw and neck. “You’re so gross, I fucking love it,” you tease, nipping at his ear.

He smiles with you, sighing up to the ceiling with blissful sedation. 

He stays pliant in your arms, head resting against your breasts. It’s quiet, minus the love sucks you’re dressing all over his face with your lipstick.

He opens his eyes. “How about a hug after such a loooooong day at work, baby?”

You stop kissing him and lean away, shaking your head. 

“No? Are you sure? I think you need it,” he hums, a devious look in his eyes as he starts to turn on you. 

“Don’t you fucking dare!” You warn. You immediately scramble to your feet and try to run out the door, but Joel’s caught up in no time, bear hugging you from behind.

“Awwwww, isn’t this soooo nice, baby?”

“Gross, gross, gross!” You laugh, wiggling unsuccessfully as you feel his urine seeping from his clothes to your beautiful white blouse and ironed skirt. You shiver at the warm, disgusting feeling of it all.

“Fucking nasty perverted piss boy.”

He giggles into your hair as you admin defeat, swaying with him in a tight embrace.

“With my fucking nasty perverted piss girl.”

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Carmy and mama making a sex tape during the early years of dating, then finding it when they’re many years into their marriage and the girls are older. They have a date night where they drop the girls off at friends and rewatch it (and maybe recreate it 🙈)

"When did we... When did we even make this?" Carmen frowns, the TV mirroring your old phone, years old, you were surprised you found an adaptor for it.

"After the restaurant got it's star, remember? You threw a celebration thing for Sydney." You looked at him, brows raised teasingly.

Carmen flushed, a blush creeping up on his cheeks. "Right." He nodded. "God, I can't- I can't believe we actually did that."

"Me either." You grinned. "Can't believe we forgot about it, too."

The video loaded, the blocked play button in the middle of the screen. You turned the volume up, a wicked, excited smile beaming toward Carmen. "Ready?"

Carmen smirked, nodding slowly, hand running against the couch, blood already rushing to his crotch. You scurried beside him, right before a younger version of you came on screen- clad in a lacy lingerie set, straps already sliding off your shoulders.

"I think it's on- yeah, it's on." The version of you on the screen giggle, propping the phone on the dresser. Carmen's old dresser in your shared apartment, you had just moved in together.

Carmen rested his hand on your thigh, you curled into his side, eyes on the screen. "So what do we do, huh? You want me to look at it." Carmen on the screen asked, eyes cutting nervously towards the phone.

"No, don't look at it!" You shrilled through the speakers of the TV. "Just look at me, ok? Want it to be natural like we always do." The purr in your voice- it had the same reaction on Carmen then and now. Both tensing, knuckles whitening when they gripped onto you.

"Ok, alright," Carmen nodded, hands sliding over your hips in the video, squeezing the fat of your ass. "You want me to make you feel good? Take care of you? Since it's your video."

Your thighs pressed together, even now. Two kids, ten years of marriage, nearly fifteen years together. It was amazing, how it made you react at the beginning of your relationship and even now.

"Yeah," Younger you nodded, eyes already glassy, arms looping around his neck.

"Yeah? Lay back f'me." Carmen rasped, the bed squeaking through the speakers when he pushed you back on it lightly, fingers hooking around the crotch of your lingerie set.

"You still got that?" Carmen muttered, eyes cutting to you, hand gripping your thigh on the couch.

"That? I don't think so." You grinned, your own hands creeping closer on his thigh towards his bulge. "Even if I did, wouldn't fit. Had two kids since then Berzatto."

"C'mon," Carmen rasped, shaking his head at you- you could see the reflections of the TV in his eyes, the way he kissed down your body, teasing you. Your tummy flipped, rushing with heat. "You're beautiful, always been."

You blushed, rolling your eyes. "You're horny." You muttered, your fingertips brushing over the crotch of his sweatpants. Carmen's hips lifted into your touch, a stuttering exhale falling from his nose.

"Yeah, well, can you blame me?" Carmen groaned, nodding towards the screen. "Look at you."

Your eyes flickered towards the screen, Carmen's head now buried between your thighs, your own moans and breathy whines falling through the speakers. Hips rising and bucking, Carmen's hand pressing on your hips to keep you in place, eyes lifting to yours on the screen. It made you throb.

"Think we should recreate it? See if we've gotten any better?" Carmen grinned, hand creeping towards your own clothed heat, a finger tip tracing down your thigh.

"Y-Yeah." You nodded, shuddering under his touch.

Carmen grinned, wide and salacious before you were pinned on the couch, him wedged between your legs, kissing you fierily. Hot breath, lips hovering over your skin, shoving your sweatpants down, teasing you over your panties- just the way you liked. He knew better now, knew your body better than you did sometimes.

The Carmen on the screen had just begun to learn, at the beginning of his journey with you- with himself. Now, Carmen was more secure now, less scared, confident even. Especially when it came to using his tongue on you, diving between your legs, hands intertwined in yours, holding you down while he devoured you on the couch.

#thebearer #thebearerblurbs #carmen berzatto x reader smut #carmen berzatto smut #carmy smut #carmen berzatto #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto x reader #the bear #carmy berzatto #carmen berzatto ​x fem!reader #carmen berzatto x female!reader #dad!carmen berzatto x mom!reader #dad!carmen berzatto #dilf!carmen berzatto #carmen berzatto x you #carmen berzatto blurb #carmen 'carmy' berzatto

[jobean12-blog]

Something Sweet

Pairing: Joel Miller x reader

Word Count: 636

Summary: You, Joel and Ellie make a stop by Bill and Frank’s place and have just a small moment of real peace. 

Author’s Note: This is for Navy and Roo’s slumber party @the-slumberparty week 1 and the prompt bouquet of flowers. When I saw this I was instantly hit with a few ideas but Joel was the first and since I haven’t written him yet I thought this might be a nice start. Thank you both for hosting and thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the sweet @firefly-graphics​ thank you love🥰

Warnings: Softness and fluff

This gives a nod to episode 3 of ‘The Last of Us’ but there are no real spoilers, however, just want to give you a heads up! 

You kneel on the ground, the grass soft and cool underneath you and the sun warm at your back as you sift through the tangled vines and leaves. Your eyes catch something bright red and you dig further until you uncover a real treat.

Smiling to yourself you begin to carefully collect the strawberries, your one free hand already full and the fresh smell wafting up to your nose.

The air is filled with the sounds of nature; several birds chirp and twitter in the large oak tree above you and honeybees buzz as they hover over the flowers of the strawberry plant.

You search around the area for something to hold them in and spot an old and rusted watering can.

The serenity of the moment surrounds you and for a brief moment you completely lose yourself in the smell of the strawberries and the feel of the sun.

You’re still headfirst in the plants when you hear the crunching of feet behind you. Your body immediately tenses and you reach for the gun hidden in your boot, the peace you felt vanishing on the breeze.

With a sharp turn of your head you spot Joel walking up to you, one hand hidden behind his back. The tension seeps out of you at the sight of his handsome face and even through the weathered lines around his eyes you can still see the softness that fills them.

“Guess what I found?” you ask with a small smile.

He lifts his eyebrows in question and waits.

You stand and show him the contents of the watering can. With a smile teasing the corners of his mouth he reaches his hand inside and pulls out a strawberry, brushing it off with his fingers. He holds it up to your lips.

You take a bite and close your eyes, giggling around the sweet taste. When you open them his gaze is lingering on your mouth and he brushes his calloused thumb over the corner, wiping away a stray drop of juice.

Reaching your hand up you grab his wrist and bring his palm to your cheek, leaning into his touch.

“What do you have back there?” you ask.

You playfully try to peek around his body but he blocks your view and takes the watering can from your hands.

Without a word he presents you with a bouquet of wildflowers neatly tied together with a frayed piece of old rope.

Your eyes meet and he graces you with a lopsided grin, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

“I know how much ya love ‘em darlin’,” he says quietly.

“Joel,” you whisper, taking them in your hands and holding them up to your nose.

You inhale a mixed but fragrant aroma and gently finger the soft and colorful petals.

“Thank you.”

He gathers you in his arms, plucking the bouquet from your fingers and resting it inside the watering can.

“I wish we could stay,” you admit quietly, relaxing your palms on his chest and toying with the open buttons of his shirt.

He doesn’t waste time with an answer he can’t give and tightens his hold on you, drawing you closer.

A soft breeze blows and rustles the leaves above, allowing a shaft of bright sunlight to slip through, bathing you in a warm glow. Your arms circle his neck and you comb your fingers through his salt and pepper hair before they slide down to caress his scruffy cheek.  

His eyelashes flutter closed and he leans into you, trailing his nose along your neck.

His eyes burn bright with all the words that hang in the small space between you and just as he dips his head, brushing his lips across yours, he whispers, “no matter where we go ‘m gonna make sure you always have flowers.”

#joel miller x reader #joel miller #joel miller x you #joel miller x female reader #pedro pascal #joel miller x y/n #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fic #joel miller imagine #the last of us

[ilyluffy]

𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐢𝐧 + 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐬

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you love jean more than anything but you’re almost positive he only wants you for sex but maybe you’re wrong…

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: fwb!jean kirstein x afab!reader

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut {minors + ageless blogs dni!! you’ll be blocked}

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: soft dom!jean, college/modern au, fwb, assumed unrequited feelings, angst to fluff, praise, a lil bit of body worship, cunnilingus, cum eating, petnames “baby, princess, babydoll”, mentions of cumming untouched, breeding kink, implied vaginal sex/multiple orgasms

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.3k+

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂. not because you dared to have a friends with benefits relationship. no. it wasn’t even necessarily because you caught feelings for the person you were supposed to just be having casual sex with. what you found REALLY embarrassing was that you fell a guy you just so happened to be fucking who very clearly had feelings for someone else.

jean made no secret that the person he wanted to be with most was mikasa, another girl at your college. you never really understood it. of course mikasa was gorgeous but she never showed an interest in jean whatsoever. if anything she spent her time following eren jaeger around like a loyal puppy. although, given the position you were in now, you realized you were in no place to judge jean.

emotions were unpredictable and often time’s uncontrollable. that was a lesson you learned that hard way after you and jean made your arrangement. you were already friends so why not do the other a favour and be each other's booty call. it wasn’t gonna be anything serious but the longer it went on the more it became serious for you.

you loved him, you really did and it was driving you crazy. it was painful being the person jean settled with because he couldn’t have her. you weren’t sure what to do at this point. keep things going and be constantly reminded that he’ll never feel the same way? or tell him the truth and possibly lose jean completely.

“i don’t know why you don’t just talk to him,” your roommate pieck says as she relaxes on the end of your bed. you sat against your headboard, miserably staring up at the ceiling after you poured your heart out to her. she was the only one of your friends that ran in different circles from jean and it felt like she was the lone person in the world you could confide in.

you sigh, shaking your head at that thought. “this isn’t one of those situations where the worst thing he can say is no, pieck. i know for a fact that feelings aren’t mutual. the worst case scenario is that he freaks out and runs. i can’t lose him like tharp”.

pieck seems to understand where you’re coming from, nonetheless she pushes forth. “okay, you don’t have to be honest with him but either way you two can’t keep having sex. it’ll only get harder for you and it’s not fair that things stay one sided. you need to end it”.

she’s right and you know it. just as you open your mouth to say something else, your phone buzzes. right on cue you look down and see jean’s name pop up in your notifications. you feel pieck’s dark eyes linger on you as you pick up your cell to respond. “he’s asking me to come over” you confess, finger hovering over the send button after you typed out a reply.

pieck tries to reason with you, advising you to say no. that is the wise choice but you feel your heart ache as you consider that option. deep down you want to take any chance you can get to be close to jean. no matter how stupid it is, you can’t deny him. so despite your friend’s advice, you text jean back telling him you’ll be at his place soon.

“i’m only going over to tell him we can’t do this anymore. that’s it” you insist as you become hyper aware of pieck’s judgemental stare. you can tell by the expression on her face that she doesn’t believe you but at this point you don’t care what anyone else thinks. all that matters to you is jean. so you put on some better clothes, grab your keys, and rush out the door.

it’s almost humiliating how quickly you arrive at jean’s doorstep. what’s even worse is that jean doesn’t appear the least bit surprised by your speed. it’s like he’s immune to how desperate you are at this point. it makes you want to shrivel up and die when you walk into his apartment.

it’s obvious by the lack of noise that jean’s housemates sasha and connie aren’t around. he takes advantage of the privacy by latching his lips on to your neck once he closes the front door.

“fuck, eren really pissed me off today” he grumbles against your skin. “i really need to let out some frustration”.

his muscular arms wrap around you as jean nips at your shoulder. normally this would make you feel like you were on cloud nine. being held by him used to be enough but it’s that moment that you realized there’s no love behind the touch. this is sad and the moment that sinks in for you, a feeling of nausea washes over you.

pieck was correct, what the hell were you doing?! suddenly coming to your senses, you squirm out of jean’s embrace. “please stop. i can’t do this”. for the first time since you got here, jean’s shocked. the first thing out of his mouth is a question about if he did something wrong.

you’re at the lost for words. technically he hadn’t done anything wrong intentionally but without meaning to he’s been using you and you couldn’t pretend like that wasn’t a fact anymore. “i’m sorry. i know you were expecting one thing but i only really came over to tell you that this needs to stop here” you say, avoiding jean’s gaze. “i know this was supposed to be casual but i can’t settle for that anymore”.

jean blinks in disbelief a few times before speaking. “i uh… that’s totally fine. i don’t mind not fucking anymore but… there’s something else you’re not saying”.

damn it, you forgot that he could read you like a book. of course jean could tell that you were hiding something. you feel so ashamed with yourself for so many reasons that your eyes start to water. you’re still not looking in his direction but jean can still spot the tears.

you don’t fight him when his hand takes hold of your chin and guides your face toward him. “what’s going on? i care about you beyond sex you know. you can talk to me” he tells you softly. you’re silently begging him to stop talking like that. you don’t want any false hope.

“you’ll hate me if i tell you” your bottom lip trembles. you can tell that jean’s utterly confused but he remains firm. he doesn’t stop wiping away the droplets on your cheeks and his hazel eyes stay glued to your own. he wasn’t going to drop this so you just spit it out. “i want more than sex with you. i love you jean” you confess, with your voice wobbling. “but i can’t compete with her”.

your words hit him hard. it's apparent in how jean’s facial features shift. however, once the initial bewilderment fades away you witness some confusion return. “compete with who?”.

you nearly throw your hands in the air in frustration. why was he playing dumb?! you have to pull away from jean completely to turn your back to him. “mikasa…”.

it takes jean a moment to process your response but when he does he’s quick to reject this claim. “mikasa? come on, how stupid do you think i am? i gave up on trying to win over mikasa ages ago. we all know she’s obsessed with that bastard eren”.

you’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel a sense of relief. although, that didn’t mean that you hadn’t made a mistake in opening your big mouth. even if jean was claiming mikasa was out of the picture, that didn’t mean this was going anywhere.

sighing, you open your mouth to say something but you tense up when you feel jean’s chest against your back. out of nowhere he was so close. you can’t stop yourself from shivering when you feel his breath fan against the back of your neck. “besides, there’s someone i like a lot more. you wanna ask me who it is?”.

your throat feels dry for a few seconds but you somehow manage to choke out a “w-who?”.

jean chuckles softly, hugging you for a second time. this time around you let him, melting into his touch. “that would be you, baby. i’m crazy about you”.

almost immediately your heart starts hammering in your chest. you would have been worried about jean hearing it but you could feel his own heart pounding as he clings to you like you’re the most precious thing in the world. none of this feels real. you’re still wearing an unsure expression when you crane you neck to look back at jean. “really?”.

you’re met with a smile as jean gives you a nod. “yeah. do you mind if i prove it to you?”.

you hesitate for a moment but soon enough you agree. jean doesn’t waste a second. leading you to his bedroom, he guides you down on the bed gently. he’s never really been too rough with you but you swear this is the first instance where he’s treated you like glass. each of his touches were careful as he eventually leaned down to press his lips against yours.

the sensual kiss lasts until you’re begging for air. when jean releases your lips, he makes his way toward your jawline and neck. oftentimes he tries not to leave too many marks so no one asks questions. however now he’s sucking a very visible bruise on your skin, like he’s claiming you as his own.

“can i take these off, princess?” he asks, tugging lightly on your clothes. you’re still in the middle of catching your breath but you nod your head. with your permission jean carefully peels the fabric off of you. he starts with your top and when it’s removed he trails kisses down your stomach.

when he reaches your bottoms you give jean a hand in slipping them off your legs. now you’re left in nothing but a bra and pantie set you picked out just for him. “so pretty” jean murmurs to himself, situating his face between your legs. “todays all about you, alright babydoll? gonna make you feel so good” he hums before leaves an open mouth kiss over your clothes clit.

a shiver runs up your spine as he assists you out of your underwear. you aren’t totally sure where he discards them but you could have sworn you witnessed jean shove the panties in the pocket of his pants. you have no time to really think about it as jean latches his mouth on to your clit.

a moan comes echoing from you as your fingers take through his brown hair. jean groans when you pull lightly on the locks that he’s been growing out. the cute sounds you’re making the sweetest melody his ears have had the pleasure of hearing. he wants to hear more so when jean finishes paying attention to your lick he begins to lap up your folds.

“already so wet. so good f’me” his praises are muffled as he pushes his face closer to your core. you attempt to help by keeping your legs as spread as possible but when jean’s plunged into your pussy you can’t stop yourself. you thighs close around his head but based on jean’s reaction he likes it. the minute to start suffocating him with the soft pounds of flesh he moans lowly. as his wet muscle swirls around your gummy walls he has to rut his hips into the bed in order to relieved his strained cock.

“taste like heaven. nothing i’d rather eat” his voice filling your ear drums only doubles your pleasure. it doesn’t help that his nose is pressed against your sensitive nub. you’re not sure how much of this you can take. you had no way of knowing but the next thing jean says pushes you over the edge. maybe it was the way your nails were digging into his scalp or how your whimpers were going up in volume. either way jean predicts that your orgasm is closing in on you. “is MY baby getting close. you can cum whenever you want”.

it doesn’t matter that his sentence was somewhat suppressed by your cunt. you still hear him loud and clear when jean calls you “his baby”. something about him taking ownership over you really solidifies in your head that this isn’t a hallucination. this is real. jean loves you back. that fact alone is enough to make you cream on his face.

“fuck, that’s my baby” jean says as he slurps up the mess. it’s so lewd that you have to cover your face as he completes his meal. at some point you feel jean gently grab your wrists to stop you from hiding yourself. “wanna see you, princess”.

reluctantly, you move your arms away. you’re immediately greeted with your cum dripping down jean’s chin as he stares down at you. before you can comment on time he’s giving you another passionate kiss. you go from whining as you taste yourself to giggling when the whiskers of his bread give you a tickle.

“i love you, understand?” he mumbles against your lips, earning a genuine nod from you. “what do you wanna do now, princess?” jean proceeds, giving you a tender smile when he pulls away.

“i should probably return the favour, shouldn’t i? you were talking about how you needed to let out some frustration,” you reply.

jean chuckles, shaking his head. “that’s already been taken care of” he informs you before guiding your hand over his crotch. you gasp when you feel the damp spot. “tasting you was enough to make me cum” he smirks as your face heats up. “but if you wanna keep this going i’d be more than happy to breed you. 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃, 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋?”.

2022–2023 © ilyluffy — do not repost or translate my work. likes, reblogs, and comments are welcome

#jean kirstein #jean kirschstein #attack on titan #aot #snk #jean kirstein x reader #jean kirstein smut #jean kirschstein x reader #jean kirschstein smut #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan smut #aot x reader #aot smut #snk x reader #snk smut #apollo writes ✎

[frostironfudge]

Pretty Princess - Andy Barber (Smut)

Summary: Andy Barber gets jealous when he presumes you shared a room with one of his associates. Also this isn't defending jacob compliant, i haven't watched the show I'm just a fan of Mr. Barber.

Pairing: Andy Barber x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut, dom/sub dynamics, possessiveness, slight dark andy, praise kink, nickname - princess, cum play, oral f and m receiving, p in v, multiple orgasms, cockwarming, beard kink?.

A.N: I fully blame @elle14-blog1 for filling my mind with andy filth so here is lawyer daddy Barber for everyone, (well i almost put the daddy kink in it but i'm still not sure about writing it, its a me block i'm working up the courage) let me know what you all think! Also is anyone else feral for him and mr. Levinson?

Word Count: 1.8k

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Something is amiss, you think as your eyes fall on the clock that reads two a.m., there is a source of warmth to your left which wasn’t present as you decided to tuck in for the night. 

The warmth hums, large hands running up your sides. 

“How was it? Sharing a room with him?” He murmurs, his voice has an edge. The one you’ve heard countless times in the courtroom and during one on one negotiations. 

“An-Andy?” You manage to squeak out, when he pulls you closer, shifting so he’d be hovering above you.

The sleeves of his white shirt are rolled till his elbows, the top three buttons undone and you can see the inviting skin of his chest. His woodsy scent has you wanting to be pressed up against him.

“Why the innocent little eyes, princess? Didn’t think I would know? I sent you for work and what did you do with him? How dare you even think to share what is mine.” He raises a brow, blue only a thin rim around his pupils. 

Your thighs squeeze, but his own limbs keep you spread apart, the thin material of your sleep shorts bloom with the warmth of him flush against you. 

“Look at you, do you know you call out for me in your sleep?” His nose brushes along your jawline, chest rumbles deeply. His hips shift forward and your clit pulses in response. 

“Andy, I didn’t sleep—,” You want to tell him nothing happened. That you went to a different motel because you weren’t comfortable sharing a room with Ari. 

He tuts, “Sweet, sweet, girl. I’m going to ruin you for everyone else.” He promises, placing open mouth kisses along your neck, tongue swirling over your shirt your nipples harden for him. 

You cry out as he bites down upon the pebbled flesh. Your hips arch, pressing against his crotch. Andy hums in approval. 

“Feel what you do to me princess? Achingly hard, the times I’ve used my hand wishing it was your soft, tight warm cunt or that troublesome mouth of yours, fuck.” Andy grinds against you, your fingers tighten their grip in his hair. 

“Andy,” You beg, for more, you need to feel more. 

“What is it princess?” He groans rutting against you harder. 

“Need, need you more.” You mewl, he sits back on his knees, hair tousled, eyes watching you. 

Your eyes fall to his tongue licking his lips, he breaths in deep a smirk widening on his lips. 

You feel yourself clench around nothing. 

“Strip for me princess.” He instructs, you prop yourself against the headboard, undoing the buttons of the silk shirt, Andy’s hedonistic blue eyes rake over the newly exposed skin. 

Licking his lips he grabs the waist band of your shorts in his teeth, dragging it down your hips. Large palms tap at your thighs, you lift your hips to help him take the fabric off of you. 

You hiss at the cold air, nipples hardening. 

“Look at that achingly sweet cunt begging for me, isn’t she?” Andy blows over the heated flesh, a whimper escapes your lips. 

“Andy, please—,” your words cut off into a moan as his tongue swirls around your clit. He sucks upon the aching flesh, you can feel his beard brushing over your folds being coated with your arousal as he devours you. 

He hums in approval and you preen, fingers finding his hair and tugging him closer. Large hands grip your hips anchoring you to the bed, his tongue moves over your folds. 

Andy places soft kisses to the flesh of your thighs, edging you away from the orgasm he was building. 

“Please.” You whimper, he blows on your clit again. Cold against heated flesh, one hand moves from your hips, his middle finger knuckle deep inside of you. 

“So tight. Think you can take me, princess?” Andy taunts, wet squelches of his movement ring over his words. 

“Clenching around me? Hmm, of course you can take me, pussy was made for my cock only right?” His lips latch onto your clit, two fingers are stretching you out, tracing over your walls. 

Your stomach tightens, Andy, Andy, Andy consumes your every thought. 

“That’s right, Princess. You’re only going to say my name, only remember my name, and pray it all night long.” Andy grins, licking his lips, fingers thrusting at a relentless pace and tongue flicking over your clit. 

You cum shuddering against his mouth, the burn of his beard against your flesh. Through the aftershocks he doesn’t relent, lapping up your release, giving hums of approval that have you still drip for him. 

Andy pulls away, through hooded eyes you look at him. Gone is his shirt and pants, length straining against his boxers. 

“Aw, Princess can’t stay without getting wet for me? Look at you making a mess.” Andy teases, palms wrapping around your ankles and sliding you to the edge of the bed. 

“Andy, fuck me, please.” You request, his greedy lust fill eyes soften, thumb tracing over your jaw then bottom lip. 

Your lips part as you suck the tip. 

“Greedy little girl.” He chastises, the smirk on his face has you know he’s enjoying himself. 

“Want my cock, Sweetheart?” His thumb is in your mouth pressing on your tongue. 

Your doe like eyes look up at him, you nod. 

“Only I know how filthy you really are, hiding behind those innocent little eyes.” Andy traces his thumb down your chin, neck and sternum, brushing over your nipples. 

“On your knees princess. You beg so nicely and hands on my thighs. Don’t even think about touching yourself.” He warns. 

Your thighs clench, sinking down on your knees you reach for the waistband of his boxers helping him out of them. 

His tip covered in a sheen of precum, you lick your lips. Kissing the tip as your eyes meet his, the groan Andy gives sends a pulse to your clit, gagging slightly at his girth you slowly work your way to taking him half way. 

“That’s it Princess, keep going, fuck you look so pretty like this, lips all stretched around my cock.” He praises, hands running over your hair. 

You shift, trying to get some friction but nothing works, bobbing your head you try to take more of him in, tears brim over your eyes.

“Aw, is my cock too big? We’ll make it fit baby. Your sweet little pussy is going to be stretched all around my cock soon.” Andy promises, tone darkening at your muffled preen. 

“Don’t you want to make me happy? That mouth feels so good.” Andy groans as you pull away then take him back in, hollowing your cheeks slightly you find a rhythm that works and the way Andy begins to swear and his grip tightening on your hair you know you’re doing a good job. 

“Fuck, Princess, keep going fuck, fuck fuck.” Andy moans your name, slowly breaking your rhythm to set his own pace to fuck your mouth. 

He pulls away, a thin thread spit still connecting your lips to him, “Oh Princess, get on the bed, all fours.” 

You do as he says, his fingers tease your cunt, 

“So fucking wet, such a good little Princess.” He praises, your hips shift back. 

“Andy.” You whimper when a stinging slap is on your clit. 

“Patience.” He growls, his length gathering you on him. 

Slowly he pushes into you, you moan, hands shaking as you try to relax to get him inside of you. 

Andy moans your name, “Tightest little pussy. Fuck—,” halfway in he pulls out. Entering you again further, you feel so full. 

 Andy picks a rhythm that works each time he pushes further into you, your walls flutter around his thick length. 

“Look at you taking my cock so good, can feel me everywhere can’t you?” He questions you nod against the sheets too far gone to speak. 

His palm wraps around your throat pulling you up, his cock brushes over the spot that has you moan loudly, head against his shoulder, palm around your neck. 

Andy’s hips move relentlessly the new angle has your pussy gripping him like a vice, he moans other hand moving to circle your clit. 

You begin to thrash in his hold, each thrust right over your g-spot, each circle of his fingers sending waves of pleasure through you. 

You don’t know how you’re making the sounds you can distantly hear over the building roar of your orgasm. 

Andy keeps praising you, praising your pussy for being so good. The stretch and burn of him so delicious you clench hard around him before giving over to the orgasm, pliant in his arms as he chases his own release. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Princess you going to milk me? You going to let me fill you up? Mark you? Yes you are—, Fucking hell.” Andy’s hips stutter you feel the warmth bloom inside you as he cums, with a loud moan of your name, his speed slows down but he still fucks you through it. 

You grip his wrist when he begins to rub your clit again, sensitive but you can’t help it when he demands one more from you, he just wants to feel you cum around him. 

“You can do that right, Princess? Come on oh, there it is, such a good girl fuck—,” your walls spasm around him Andy groans as your pussy milks him well for everything he’s got.  

He turns you around, laying you on your back. 

Andy admires as a ring of white coats the base of his cock, little streams of your mixed cum rivulet over your folds. 

“Marking me, my sweet little Princess?” Andy questions meeting your gaze. 

“I’m all yours sweet girl.” He nuzzles into the crook of your neck. Placing kisses over your skin. 

Your pulse still thrums, his kisses helping slow it down as you bask in his affection. 

Slowly he moves to retrieve a damp washcloth to clean you up. You move closer to him, Andy places soft kisses to your forehead and cheek. 

“You okay there, Princess?” He chuckles when you whine only wanting to be close to him. 

“Just want you.” You mumble. 

“You have me Princess, only me.” He promises darkly. 

Through the haze of your slumber coaxed mind, you can feel him turn you parting your thighs, mewling as he slowly pushes his cock inside you.

Arm around your waist he shushes you with a kiss to your hair. 

“Relax Princess, just want to keep you full,” 

You relax against him, shifting and clenching around him when he plays with your nipples, heat pools in your stomach again. 

“Nice and full of me.” He chuckles as your hips move over him for more. 

“My greedy little Princess, I’ll give you everything.” He assures, grasping your chin and tilting your head to kiss you full of promises. 

-x-

#chris evans #andy barber #andy barber x reader #andy barber x y/n #andy barber x you #andy barber x female reader #andy barber fluff #chris evans x y/n #chris evans x you #chris evans x reader #chris evans smut #chris evans series #chris evans drabble #chris evans fanfiction #andy barber one shot #andy barber drabble #chris evans x female reader #andy barber smut #andy barber fanfiction #frostironfudge #chris evans characters #chris evans one shot #cevans #dark andy barber

[love-toxin]

but what if--what if Leon--if he--with Luis--what if--

(cws: fem!reader, switching pov (r to luis), threeway, double penetration (1h), squirting, overstimulation, mentions of free use, established friendship, dirty talk, pet names, mild size kink, passing mention of piss, friends to lovers)

Leon's such a goddamn tease it's unbelievable. Criminal. He walks around like he doesn't notice his own features, or how those slim hips and strong thighs command so much attention, yet he has the nerve to turn to you and call you "sweetheart" and push his hand down your skirt the moment you're alone.

But Luis is no better. You came from the same village, spent the same summer days playing in the heat as children, and he's pined for you ever since you were young. So because he knows you better than anyone else, he knows exactly the buttons to push and how to work you into giving him the affection he's always wanted from you.

"Look at you," He pants into your neck, grinning like a lovesick fool as he hovers over your back. "Riding our American friend like a professional. Showing him our hospitality, eh?"

You might have the strength to smack him if you weren't being stretched out twofold; with Leon buried deep in your guts with your back to his chest and Luis eager to join, prodding your sweet cunt from the front with the tip of his own cock. You've been so good for them since this all started--letting each of them have turns with you when they needed to blow off steam, always there for one of them to kiss, grope, and fuck with their fingers up your skirt as they hid from the hordes of enemies coming their way.

"Shut up Luis, I--nnh!"

The squeak that escapes you falls into the background of the deep, wet squelch that suddenly radiates from between your legs, your childhood friend having pressed your thighs further apart to push so hard he finally slips completely inside. A string of Spanish curses spill from his quick mouth while moans resonates from Leon's chest, vibrating against your back as his hips buck on instinct and you're rendered speechless as the breath is punched right out of your lungs. They're so deep, stretching you so wide, your brain can't even catch up and it feels like they're all the way in your stomach. For all you know, they might be.

"Shit, shit--too much? Talk to me, mi vida, tell me to stop," Luis' breathy tone isn't that of mockery or sadism but of genuine concern, his eyes flitting down to your precious hole swallowing two beasts at once. But his brow softens when you shake your head, tears flicking off your cheeks as you beg him to please don't stop, you don't want it to end, you don't want to be empty. His grin returns full force at that, and although Leon's been holding your legs back to keep them out of the way, he shoves the American's hands aside to slide his own up underneath your knees, pinning them almost completely to your chest to grant you a slight burn down your thighs.

"I can't wait to make you beg for more." He whispers, and when he moves this time, it's completely with purpose. Luis thrusts slow, just slow enough to make sure he drags it all out, but never stops short enough not to press against your womb--meanwhile Leon pumps into you with short, sharp bucks, the weight of his hips shaking you with each one and churning your insides into one creamy, sloppy mess. If you could see how much precum dribbles out the tip of that swollen, flushed cock in your current state, you'd probably be making a fool of yourself by licking it all up and sucking it off his sack--but instead it's going to use by lubing you up so much you swear you can hear each shift of your walls as the two of them reshape your pussy to fit them perfectly.

"L-Leon!" Your squeals draw the older man's attention, his eyes dropping from the way your tits bounce so adorably to see a hand blocking your clit--and when he watches the movements as he keeps humping you, a pleased sigh slips out as he realizes Leon's putting those devilishly skilled fingers to good use. A glance over your shoulder lets him commit that determined face to memory; with Leon fondling your chest in one hand while the other coaxes all that delicious wetness out of your sweet, hot-as-all-hell pussy. In the moment, he can't help but wonder just how intoxicating it would be to watch Leon be set loose with his mouth between your legs....that's a thought he'll have to tuck into his back pocket for later.

"You feel like a squirter," Your American hero pants with that rough voice in your ear, lewdly giving the shell of it a lick with little regard to how hard you're clenching down on both of them. He clearly isn't going to go easy until he gets what he wants out of you, which is thankfully the same thing Luis knows you want. You're just too cute and shy to say it confidently. "You wanna squirt for me, sweetheart? Let it all out. Make a mess."

"I-I wanna--d-don't wanna let it-"

"Shhh," He soothes those half-uttered worries in a heartbeat, his fingers coming down hard like a makeshift paddle on your sweet, sore clit, and ripping a deeper moan out of you that sounds almost guttural in the moment. "I wouldn't care if you pissed on me, but you're not. You're gonna squirt all over my cock like a good girl."

He punctuates those words with a two-pronged assault on your senses; in one handful he squeezes your breast and massages it in a tender rhythm, while he uses the other to press the pads of his fingers right into the hooded space above your clit, pressing down just hard enough for you feel an aching burn and jerk forward at the sudden spurt of fluid that leaks out of you. Your cheeks burn at once as he makes it happen a second time, and even Luis is enthusiastic about seeing that satisfied smirk cross Leon's face--especially when he does his own part, and slides out just enough to angle himself right into that special spot inside you, and plunges his cock into it with purpose to make you wail out both their names in earnest.

"Like that, there we go--oh, good fucking girl, that's my good girl--" You're barely even there as your orgasm rushes over you, hips wiggling like you want to get off their cocks but your cunt clamping down around them like you forbid them from ever pulling out. And everything that's been building up inside you breaks loose all at once, your nails digging into Leon's arm and Luis' hip as an incredible flood of sweet-smelling fluid just gushes out of you. One huge wave at first that takes them both by surprise, but then you're subjected to several smaller ones as Leon keeps furiously rubbing your clit, fingers completely drenched and slippery but only getting faster with every spurt of clear cum you reward them with.

Your juices soak him from the stomach down and mat down his impressive coat of hair, but sticky pubes are about the lowest tier on his list of concerns when your cunt is spasming around him like he can't even believe. Each iota of motion has you squirming and squeezing down on both cocks occupying your heat, and with every bump against your clit or that soft, rubbery spot inside you you're releasing yet another gush of clear slick to drench both of their laps.

"So good...fuck, you're an angel. Keep leaking for me, princess." Leon murmurs, tweaking your nipple with those rough fingers to drag your spacey attention back to him.

"I didn't know you could do that, mija." Luis chuckles breathlessly, the awe clear and glimmering in his dark eyes. And you say nothing, just look up at him with that pretty pink tongue hanging out of that sweet, soft mouth, and pull him in by the lapel for a kiss that just sweeps all other sensible thought from his mind.

It's unbelievable how much he wants you. How he's already cresting over the brink and cumming so deep in your belly, yet even then, even as his back arches into those shaky thrusts and his vision whites out for a second, he can't stop drilling his overstimulated cock deeper inside. Leon must be the same way if those pulses and frantic twitching as he grinds against him are any indication, and how he growls into a mouthful of your shoulder that he sinks his teeth into to muffle it. If it were with anybody else he'd be embarrassed about such a brief performance, but with you, it still doesn't end there.

If he knows himself, and he knows Leon, it probably won't end for a few hours at least. You've got time to kill, a relatively secure place, and over a thousand miles between you and anyone you know that might actually care about such an unconventional coupling. And while part of Luis still selfishly hopes Leon goes home alone when this is done so he can have you to himself, there's part of him that notices his heart fluttering whenever his American friend meets his gaze over your bruised shoulder--and when it happens, he kinda gets how you must feel when he's feeling you up like he is. He just hopes that's also how you feel about himself. Those kisses you can't get enough of seem to speak volumes, though, especially when you whimper their names so sweetly in between each one.

#leon kennedy #luis sera #leon kennedy x reader #luis sera x reader #leon x reader x luis #spicy writing #resident evil #re4make #resident evil 4 #ellie writes

[fayesia]

haii >_< i just finished future man and i NEED an angry josh smut, any plot— doesnt matter, just a GOOD angst fuck!

a/n: Hello everyone!!! Just wanted to wish you all a happy new years✰. Lots more works to be written and posted in 2024. Thank you to everyone for all the support i’ve gotten after a few months of having this account and i can’t wait for you all to read and support my future works so thank u all again i love each and every one of you for the kindness and love i receive. Wishing you all the best for this year. ★Faye★

warnings: nsfw 18+, unprotected sex, creampie, pussy licking (josh is a munch), breast play?, rough sex, lmk if i missed anything!

Josh continuing button mashing away at his controller, you laid across his bed bored out of your mind with your head hanging off the edge watching him play. His focus fully set on the screen in front of him as he once again got beaten by the game.

A heavy sigh of annoyance came from his mouth, followed by a deep loud groan that left you rubbing your thighs together.

“Joshhh I’m bored, let’s do something fun”

“not right now ok, i’m not in the mood”

“pleaseeeee please please”

you whined again and again and in all fairness he had been playing for three hours straight, not even your phone could keep your attention as long as his game did.

Josh was like a bear and you were a human prodding him with a stick, the more you opened your mouth the more angry josh got. Until he finally had enough…a bear can only take so many pokes until it attacks.

Which is what he did, abruptly getting up from his gaming chair “you wanna have fun? fine let’s have fun” Josh took two strides towards his bed, halting in front of your head as you looked up at him. Paying close attention to his eyes roaming your body, coming to a quick halt at your thighs tightly crossed over one another. His once frowning mouth upturned into a slight smirk.

“so you want that kind of fun huh”

Leaning down over you Josh grabbed your face pulling you into a passionate kiss, his lips moulded perfectly with yours softly nipping your bottom one when pulling away. You brightly smiled up at him, pawing at the sides of his hips. “alright alright give me a second”

Unbuckling his belt he pulled down his pants along with his boxers, tugging up and down at his dick with his head titled back up to the ceiling, letting out another deep groan. He grabbed onto your chin, his fingers moved towards your lips entering your mouth as you stared up at him. Soon after Josh pushed his dick into your mouth, not even waiting for you to work your way around him but rather shoving himself in and out, his rage blocking that caring side of him.

Spit gathered around the sides of your mouth, a shiny layer coating his dick, the head of it rubbing against the back of your throat the deeper he forced his cock. The noises of Josh face fucking you along with his moans reverberated off the walls and the both of you were thankful that his parents had gone out for a date.

You felt your wetness pool in your panties and you could feel it between your thighs, Josh pulled up your shirt grabbing onto your breasts through your bra, the half lace cups barely surviving his aggressiveness revealing your breast in all their glory to him. He marvelled at the sight as it only spurred him to thrust harder into your mouth, tears were pouring down your face but you weren’t even in pain or hurt, rather you were so needy to have him inside of you.

His hips stuttered and he pulled away leaning over to kiss your swollen lips overworked from being wrapped around his thick dick. Making his way onto the bed he pulls your ankles, hovering over you as he grabs onto your breasts, softly kissing each of them and sucking at your hardening nipples. you know he’s gonna leave marks that’ll last for days with the way he treats them.

His actions only have you getting wetter as your hips thrust up to form any contact with him, something that doesn’t go unnoticed by Josh. He pauses what he was doing to your tits, his hands reaching behind you to unclip your bra as well as remove your shirt, leaving you in your skirt and underwear.

Making his way lower he removes your shoes and socks kissing from your ankles towards you inner thighs, nipping at your soft skin until he’s reaching the spot you ache for him the most. Pulling down your skirt he can now clearly see your choice of underwear today.

A cute pair of pink lace panties adorned with a little white bow at the front right above your pussy. You shy away from him realising he’s dressed in twice as much clothing as you.

“oh no you can’t back away from me now, not after all the pleading you were doing before.”

Removing his shirt he says “no take backs” and you know you’re fucking in for it today.

He grabs your legs repositioning you to lay on your back with you legs hanging off, your ass just resting on the edge of the bed. He kneels in front of you on the carpet running his hands up and down your legs teasing you. He rips your panties in half having had enough with your neediness today and you’re smart enough to know nows not the time to complain and he’ll buy you more anyways.

Your thoughts of lingerie shopping with Josh are long gone once his mouth makes contact with your pussy, fully latching onto you, his tongue ravaging every crevice and fold of you. Lips moving to wrap around your clit leaving you grasping harder onto his hair as your whines only increase the more he’s moaning into your pussy. This increase of vibrations in return causing so much more wetness to gush from your hole and onto his face.

He lifts himself off the ground and before you can even complain he grabs you pushing your legs up so your thighs are pressed against your chest accentuating your breast as they’re squeezed together, with his cock pounding hard and fast into you. The pain is easily replaced with the large amount of pleasure you’re feeling and the wetness of your pussy made it easier for him to enter you.

You moan out feeling every part of his cock rubbing against somewhere inside of you, trying your best to accomodate to the sudden intrusion. He feels your pussy wrapped around him, the base of his cock feeling you pussy tighten every time he’s fully deep in you, but this only spurs him on more. The desire to have you completely dumb and broken on his dick so that you don’t annoy him after he’s just lost at his game.

So that you can learn a fucking lesson.

That’s exactly what he plans to do and you already know it. Prepared for the way his dick continuously pounds harder and deeper into, the way one of his hands rubs at your clit while the other plays with your nipples increasing all of your body’s sensations, no matter how much you try to stop this stimulation he’s too strong. Not to mention the way his mouth is glued to yours, your lips moving against each other as you’re moaning continuously giving him the chance to slip his tongue between your lips and french kiss you. He knows his parents aren’t home but he doesn’t need the prudish neighbours snitching to them about the exploits you two get into (which they have before).

You can’t take it anymore, all the added stimulation has you dumb, completely dumb on Josh’ dick. His balls slap against the flesh of your ass, heavy with his cum and he knows as he feels you tighten again around him that he’s getting close just like you. His hand on your breast moves to hold your wrist above your head which had begun to annoy him as they tried to push his hand off your clit.

“yeah just a bit more baby just like that, fuck your so fucking tight around my dick, tryna suffocate me huh”

“please mmnh please josh i’m gonna fuckin cum please let me cum”

and that he did.

“let go for me come on this dick, wanna fill you up have you dripping with my cum all night bet you’d like that ye baby”

You moan louder and louder until your mouth is open in a silent scream and you’re coming around his dick, liquid running down his cock and as your pussy keeps milking him he too lets go.

With a deep thrust he fills you up with his load, spurts of cum entering your pussy and as he pulls out he releases a bit more onto the outside of your pussy, painting a pretty picture with the tip of his dick and his cum.

~unedited~

#smut #josh hutcherson #josh hutcherson smut #josh futturman smut #josh futturman #future man #future man smut

[mxlti-fand0m-imaginess]

More Than This // Chad Meeks Martin x Reader x Ethan Landry*

request: none!

prompts: none!

summary: ethan landry is completely and totally hopelessly in love with you. the only problem? you're in a happy relationship with his roommate and best friend, chad.

warnings: language, a shit ton of angst, crying, smut, a wee bit of voyerism, masturbating (m), cumming in pants, yelling, ethan having impure thoughts about reader

word count: 3.1k

a/n: reader is referred to as girlfriend, but there's nothing specifically mentioned about gender other than that. no description of reader, other than being mentioned as shorter than chad. chad and reader are dating. there isn't any relationship going on between reader and ethan. no ghostface au. also this is my first time writing smut in a while so i hope it's alright!

part 2 part 3

I'm broken, do you hear me?

I'm blinded, 'cause you are everything I see

I'm dancing alone, I'm praying

That your heart will just turn around

Ethan frowned as he looked over at you and Chad. The two of you were dancing together with your matching cowboy and cow onesie costumes, and you couldn’t have looked happier. Your arms were wrapped around Chad’s neck and his hands were placed on your waist. Ethan watched as Chad whispered something to you that made you giggle, and he felt his heart ache. He wanted to be the one you danced with, the one to hold you close, the one who would make you laugh.

But you were dating his roommate. And Chad was Ethan’s best friend, he’d never want to hurt him, but all Ethan could think about was you. He could never escape you. Even if he wasn’t thinking about you, you were still there. You and Chad went almost everywhere together, and you were always over at their dorm. Just constantly seeing you and Chad being happy together made Ethan’s pain that much worse.

And as I walk up to your door

My head turns to face the floor

'Cause I can't look you in the eyes and say

Ethan stared at the text he had written to you, his finger hovering over the send button. He kept writing the same message over and over, pouring out his feelings to you, but he could never bring himself to send them. He was too scared. He knew there was no way that you could possibly return his feelings, and telling you how he felt would only set him up for more heartbreak. You were with Chad, and you were happy. Who was Ethan to get in the way of that?

And besides, he couldn’t do that to Chad. Sometimes Ethan felt that Chad was the only friend he had, he didn’t want to risk losing him over his stupid infatuation with you. Ethan sighed, deleting the text and shutting his phone. He huffed, leaning back against the pillows on his bed, deciding to wallow in self pity instead of fucking everything up by confessing. 

When he opens his arms and holds you close tonight

It just won't feel right

'Cause I can love you more than this, yeah

Ethan heard the door to his dorm open and shut, giggling and whispers following the noise. Great. You and Chad were back from your date. It was nights like these that Ethan couldn’t be more grateful that his dorm had separate bedrooms. At least he wasn’t forced to see you and Chad being all lovey dovey, that would just feel like the two of them rubbing salt in his never healing wound. 

The door to Chad’s bedroom was flung open, and Ethan heard you laugh again. He smiled slightly to himself, the beautiful noise cheering him up a bit. But that newfound happiness was short lived, because he knew what came next. Walking over to his desk, Ethan searched for his noise canceling headphones, but they were nowhere to be found. He cursed to himself when he remembered he had lent them to Anika so she could focus better while trying to study. Just great. Now he had nothing to block out the sounds of you and Chad. This was going to be a long night.

When he lays you down, I might just die inside

It just don't feel right

'Cause I can love you more than this

Can love you more than this

Ethan laid on his bed, staring at the ceiling, willing himself to fall asleep. Unfortunately, he was still wide awake. He didn’t even know how long it’s been, but you and Chad were still going at it like rabbits. Chad’s headboard continually slammed against the wall, the banging ruining any chance Ethan had of sleeping. But that wasn’t the worst part. The worst part about Ethan’s current situation was you.

The walls in their dorm were incredibly thin, allowing for sounds to be heard from the other side easily. Ethan could hear you moaning out Chad’s name over and over again, along with your other whines and whimpers. It was all Ethan could focus on. You sounded so… hot. Usually he had his noise canceling headphones on, blocking out all the sounds you and Chad make. But now that he could hear you, he regretted ever using those stupid headphones in the first place. 

Before he could even realize what was happening, Ethan was hard. He whimpered softly as he felt his throbbing erection continue to grow each time you moaned. He felt guilty about feeling like this, especially since you were currently fucking his best friend, but his overwhelming need made his guilt almost disappear. 

He pulled the blankets off of him, and brought his hand down to his hard on, grinding his palm against it. He whimpered in relief at the feeling, speeding up his movements, practically humping his hand. Was he really doing this? Getting off to his best friend’s girlfriend’s moans? He felt dirty. Perverted. But somehow, that made this all the more exciting.

Ethan continued, grinding his palm down against his clothed cock, while his hips bucked up in tandem. He closed his eyes, imagining that you were the one touching him, and that he was the one getting you to make those incredible noises. Ethan bit his lip, struggling to hold in his moans. He was getting closer and closer. Then, he heard you through the wall.

“Oh, fuck! Fuck, m’ cumming! Fuck…” you trailed off into a high pitched whine.

Ethan opened his eyes when he felt a growing wet spot on his hand. He looked down and saw that he just came in his pants from hearing you finish. Great. Just great. He was supposed to be getting over you. And this was definitely not helping. 

If I'm louder, would you see me?

Would you lay down in my arms and rescue me?

'Cause we are the same, you save me

But when you leave, it's gone again

“Hey Ethan!” you said cheerily, sitting down next to him in the cafeteria.

“Hey…” he mumbled, his face flushing red as he looked away from you, the memories of what he had done last night still present in his mind.

You scrunched your face up in confusion when you saw how red Ethan looked. You immediately placed the back of your hand on his forehead, concern present on your face.

“Are you feeling alright? You look really red,” you asked, gently touching his forehead and cheeks to see if he had a fever.

Ethan felt himself blush even harder, the feeling of your hand on his face making his skin tingle and his head spin. He quickly shook his head and pulled away slightly, not wanting to develop another situation because of you. 

“No, I’m- I’m fine. Maybe just a little sunburnt is all.”

You pouted. “You really should wear sunscreen, Ethan. It’s not healthy if you don’t.”

Ethan nodded. “Uh, yeah. I’ll keep that in mind.”

Ethan was about to say something else, when Chad approached and sat down next to you, instantly taking your attention away from him. You smiled widely at Chad, pulling him into a hug and kissing his cheek.

“Hi baby! I missed you,” you said, a lovestruck look in your eyes.

Chad smiled back, looking equally infatuated with you. “I missed you too babe.”

Ethan grumbled to himself, the display of affection the two of you shared only making him long for you even more.

And then I see you on the street

In his arms, I get weak

My body fails, I'm on my knees, praying

It was movie night and Sam and Tara’s place, a weekly tradition that Mindy forcefully makes everyone participate in. Ethan sat by himself in a chair next to the couch, while you and Chad were curled up together in the loveseat across from him. Everyone else had piled onto the couch, or the floor in front of it. Mindy grabbed the remote and excitedly started some horror movie that she’s been adamant about making everyone watch. But Ethan could barely bring himself to pay attention.

He kept his gaze on you and Chad, squished close together as Chad buried his face in your neck. You wrapped your arms around him, holding him close and trying to comfort him from the scary images on the screen. Despite how scared your boyfriend was, you couldn’t help but smile at how adorable he looked, your six foot tall boyfriend clinging to his much smaller girlfriend for protection.

Ethan tried to watch the movie, he really did, but all he could think about was how badly he wished it was him that you were holding instead of Chad. No matter what he did, Ethan couldn’t get over you. He had almost given up on trying at this point. He was hopelessly in love with you. And he would just have to deal with that. 

When he opens his arms and holds you close tonight

It just won't feel right

'Cause I can love you more than this, yeah

The movie finally ended, and Ethan managed to force himself to pay attention to the second half of the movie. He was definitely confused about the plot, and had absolutely no idea what happened, but at least he stopped staring at you and Chad like some creep.

“Aw, guys look!” Anika said, pointing to the loveseat you and Chad were on.

The two of you had fallen asleep, Chad curled up in your arms. The sight of you and Chad sleeping together so peacefully, so happily, it just made the heartache and longing he felt for you that much worse. Because he knew he would never get to be with you like that. He would never get to be the one to fall asleep in your arms, the one you protected from scary movies, the one you held close. No matter how badly he wished and prayed to be yours, he knew that it would never happen.

Sam stood up from the couch and grabbed a blanket, placing it over you and Chad. She smiled down at the two of you warmly, the sight just so incredibly adorable.

“They’re so cute together,” she said, smiling to herself as she walked back to the couch.

“I know!” Tara added, swooning over how perfect you and Chad looked together. “It’s like they were meant to be.”

When he lays you down, I might just die inside

It just don't feel right

'Cause I can love you more than this

Ethan couldn’t take it anymore, seeing you and Chad sleeping in each others’ arms, hearing all his friends fawn over how cute you and Chad were. It was all too much. He felt his heart shatter and his eyes welled up with tears. He blinked forcefully, trying to stop them from falling.

Ethan stood up, starting to head towards the door. “I think I’m gonna head back to my dorm for the night. I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

Anika frowned. “You’re not staying? I thought we were all sleeping over here tonight?”

“Yeah, you always stay. What’s going on?” Mindy added. 

“Nothing. I just don’t feel like it tonight.”

Quinn furrowed her brows in confusion. “It doesn’t seem like nothing. Is something bothering you?”

Ethan huffed in frustration. “Nothing’s bothering me. Just drop it.”

Before anyone could respond, he was already out the door.

I've never had the words to say

But now I'm asking you to stay

For a little while inside my arms 

“Hey, man. Where were you last night? Mindy said you left early and that you seemed all upset about something,” Chad said, sitting down in the desk next to Ethan.

Ethan shook his head. “She’s overreacting. Nothing’s bothering me. I… I just had this paper to work on last night that I forgot about. That’s it,” Ethan replied, hoping his excuse didn’t sound as shitty as he thought it did.

Chad looked skeptical but brushed it off. “Alright. Well, hope you got it done in time then.”

“Thanks,” Ethan said, a forced smile on his face.

Chad looked like he wanted to say something else, but their professor walked in and began talking, gaining Ethan’s attention. Chad wanted to press for more, he felt like there was something Ethan wasn’t telling him. But now probably wouldn’t be the best time, especially since he seemed so tense about whatever it was. Maybe he could get you to ask Ethan about it later. Ethan always seemed so much calmer when you were around. 

And as you close your eyes tonight 

I pray that you will see the light

That's shining from the stars above

And I say

“Ethan! Hey, wait up!” you shouted, running to catch up to Ethan who was on the other side of the quad.

Ethan’s head perked up when he heard your voice, and he stopped walking, waiting for you to reach him. A few moments later, you stood by Ethan’s side, your hands on your knees and you panted from your jog over. You held up a finger to Ethan, asking him to give you a minute as you caught your breath. 

“You alright?” Ethan asked, a smile growing on his face.

You nodded, slowly beginning to breathe normally. “Yep. Just wasn’t prepared to run that much. I’m- I’m fine.” You finally managed to calm your breathing, and smiled at Ethan to prove you were really okay.

“So, why’d you just sprint across the quad? Did you miss me that much, or did you need something?” Ethan asked, laughing to himself slightly.

“Uhm, yeah actually. I needed to talk to you. It’s about last night.”

Ethan’s smile faltered. “What about it?”

“Chad wanted me to ask you about what happened. He told me that you said you forgot about a paper, but I know that’s not true. You’re too insanely organized to forget an assignment. So, what happened? Why’d you bail?”

Ethan shook his head, turning to walk away. “I’m not talking about this right now.”

You huffed and grabbed his shoulder, forcing him to turn around. “Ethan, I’m worried about you. We all are. Just talk to me. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“I can’t!” Ethan said, his voice slightly louder.

When he opens his arms and holds you close tonight

It just won't feel right

'Cause I can love you more than this, yeah

‘Cause I can love you more than this, yeah

“Why not? I’m here for you Ethan, we all are. Just let me in. I want to help you.”

Ethan turned his head and looked at the ground, not wanting to look into your eyes. If he looked into your eyes right now, he knew his resolve would crumble, and all of the feelings that he’d been holding back would all come spilling out.

“I can’t tell you. You wouldn’t get it. You can’t help me,” Ethan said, his voice growing quieter as he felt your gaze stay trained on him.

You placed your hands on his shoulders, trying to make him look at you again. What was once just a minor concern about whatever happened at the sleepover now grew into a full blown panic. You had never seen Ethan like this. So small, so fragile. He had seemed so put together, having everything under control. But seeing him like this, you couldn’t help but feel your heart break. He looked so sad. So scared. And you hated it. 

“Try me. Please. Let me in. Whatever you’re dealing with, you can’t do it on your own. Don’t push me away. I know we aren’t the closest, but I do consider you a friend. And I care about you. So please, just tell me what’s wrong. Don’t let yourself suffer by trying to deal with it all on your own.”

When he lays you down, I might just die inside

It just don't feel right

'Cause I can love you more than this, yeah

“Fine, you want me to tell you?” Ethan said, finally looking into your eyes.

You nodded. “I really want you to.”

Ethan huffed, rubbing his eyes with his fists in frustration. “I- I want to tell you. I really do. But if I say this, I can’t take it back. I don’t want to ruin everything. I don’t want to lose you.”

You frowned, stepping closer to him. “You won’t ruin anything. Just please, tell me. Let me in, Ethan.”

“I’m in love with you, okay?!” Ethan shouted, squeezing his eyes shut, terrified of how you would react.

“What…?” you asked, your eyes wide in shock. 

“I’ve loved you since the day I first met you. Which sucks, because you’re with Chad, and I know you don’t feel the same. But I’ve been suffering every single time I see you with him. I wish that was me. I want to be the one that you love. I want to be the one you’re with. And I know it’s wrong, I know I can never have you like that. But- I- I just-,” Ethan trails off, his rambling cut off by his own panic. 

And then Ethan does the unthinkable. He kisses you.

When he opens his arms and holds you close tonight

It just won't feel right

'Cause I can love you more than this, yeah

Once he realized what he had done, he pulled away. He was too panicked to realize that you had kissed back. You looked up at Ethan, your eyes wide in shock and confusion. You had no idea what you were feeling, emotions swirling and exploding inside of you. But Ethan interpreted your expression as disgust and hate. He looked at you guiltily, slowly backing away.

“I’m sorry. I- I shouldn’t have done that. I don’t know why I- I’m so sorry,” Ethan said, his eyes wide as he took another step backwards.

“Ethan…” you said, your expression softening when you saw how terrified he looked.

“No- I- I shouldn’t have…” Ethan said, turning around and running off, not wanting to have to face you another second. 

“Ethan, wait! Ethan…” you called after him, but he didn’t turn around. 

“Wait…” you said softly, trailing off when he finally faded from view. 

When he lays you down, I might just die inside

It just don't feel right

'Cause I can love you more than this

Can love you more than this

tags: @wenvierismycomfort

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[poppy-metal]

Angsty fwb Jordan thoughts of having really intense dirty talk (like "say you belong to me", "I'm yours Daddy", maybe even an accidental "I love you") and then they're like "it's just dirty talk" but it isn't because nothing with you is *just* anything. And they'll be thinking about your wide, lust filled gaze letting those words fall from your lips every time they're alone, their hand sliding down their waistband. Booty calling you just to possibly hear you say it again. Maybe this is even the first time Jordan accidentally calls someone else by your name in bed because you're all they can think about anymore.

🦢

stop they think you don't mean it ): the self doubt runs deep with jordan and while they're confident they can fuck you good - can make you see stars, better than anyone else ever could - they can't believe you'd want them as a partner. not when there's so many less complicated people out there, people who aren't bi-gender, people who aren't a cold hearted asshole (they're nothing of the sort) people who would be better for you. so they fuck you, they can't fucking stop, because even though they know they're bad for you, god, you feel so fucking good, and when they're inside you they can pretend they're all that you want (they are.)

when the confession slips from your lips, high pitched and overwhelmed from your orgasm, their brain short circuits. they cum immediately after hearing it, the words like bullet straight to their clit. they hold you for seconds afterwards, sweaty and kissing your forehead, tender and soft.

but then they get cold. distant. they shrug you off when they tug their clothes back on, shake their head when you try to talk to them about it. "forget it." they say, voice hollow. "we're cool, alright?"

"cool? jordan i just told you i loved you-"

"yeah - because my fingers were in your cunt." you flinch at the spite in their tone, like they're mad at you. "you love getting fucked. you dont love me."

you know they're lashing out, but it hurts that thats how they think you see them. that your feelings are so miniscule and not serious.

"fuck you, jordan." you whisper, holding the sheets to your chest.

jordan pauses, "just did, freshmen." they duck out of your dorm before you can throw something at their head.

you both have trouble sleeping that night. your finger hovers over the block button over their name on your phone, you think you're tired of giving so much of yourself to them and it never being enough. you think you wish for once, they'd stay the night and hold you after they fucked you, you wish more than anything that they loved you back.

jordan feels sick. they keep replaying your hurt look, and the way you held onto them when you said you loved them. they think about having the courage to make you theirs offically. the fear of rejection has always kept them back, but they're starting to regret letting it now.

#ask #🦢 anon #jordan is a DUMMY #a duMMY #and when reader tries to move on what then #jordans ass gets kicked into gear thats what #jordan li x reader

[chikaras-garden]

Pretty Angel

The only thing Chigiri takes his time with is (eating) you (out).

Pairing: Chigiri x fem!reader

Words: 1.1k

Contains: oooey gooey gentle sex, implied first time with oral sex (f!receiving), body worship (briefly m! but mostly f!receiving), vaginal fingering, breast play, reader-focused insecurities but Chigiri is here to love and encourage you, C calls R “angel,” “pretty,” and “beautiful”

Notes: 18+ or you’ll be blocked. Welcome to my Blue Lock era.

When the way you admire him solidifies into words, they leave your lips softly, like a stone dropped into a calm lake. “You’re so pretty, Hoyma.”

With a shaky breath, he stirs like a river brought to life. Long fingers wrap around your wrists, but they can’t stop the gentle flow of your hands down his chest. You touch every muscle, committing their peaks and valleys to memory while you can—before he has to leave you for another game abroad.

His skin feels impossibly soft for a man who spends his time drenched in sweat and baking under the afternoon sun. The layer of dust atop the moisturizer you bought him tells you everything you need to know: He’s a natural beauty who you feel like a shadow of.

Quickly, in the way only he can, he wraps his arms around you and flips you over. Now, with your back pressed into his bed, you’re surrounded by a curtain of mauve hair.

“So pretty,” he breathlessly echoes, moving one hand to drag his thumb across your lower lip. 

“Hyoma, I don’t—I’m not—”

“Hm?” he teases you with a hum. His eyes remain steady on yours while he lowers his head, lips parted, tongue poking out. He hovers above your chest, so close that you can feel his cool breath fan over one of your nipples; then, he dips lower and presses his open mouth to the side of your breast.

He shifts onto his elbow so one hand can pinch and squeeze at your other breast. You wriggle underneath him, treading between the welcome comfort of a massage and the insatiable whisper of your desire for him. Your hands reach for his hair and tangle in its softness, pulling his locks back so you can better enjoy the angle of his pretty face attached to your chest.

You feel every bruise as it rises to your skin, be it from his fingers, lips, or teeth. Every twist, suck, and bite decorates your skin with shades of red, purple, and gold until your flesh looks like a watercolor painting. Gently, he pulls away from your nipple with a near-silent pop and glistening lips. Lidded eyes find yours and linger for a beat before Hyoma grabs you by the waist to hold you still while he trails kisses down your stomach.

“You’ll look so pretty—” His hips stutter, rutting into the soft sheets. “—when you come for me.”

Your stomach twists while you gasp his name. You don’t like to hide from him, and you honest-to-goodness try not to, but there are whispers in the back of your mind. He’s an athlete, a professional with a honed physique, and you’re just you. You see nothing special about yourself, so you can’t fathom what someone like him would see in you.

And yet, he kisses your belly button, your hip, the inside of your thigh. Though he watches you with blazing violet eyes, he can’t keep his lips off you for more than a second. Shouldering under your legs, he lays on his belly with a low hum: a curious sound that acknowledges your hesitation and gives you space to speak if you want it.

“You don’t have to do this,” you whisper. Your voice doesn’t sound like your own; instead, it sounds meek and afraid, nervous that what he’s about to do will somehow change what you already have with him. “I could—you know—for you instead, if you wanted.”

He shushes you with a kiss against your slick folds. He lingers, and you feel the dizzying sensation of him taking his time to taste you, forcing slowness when his body wants to go fast. Every muscle in your body tenses, knees locking around his shoulders, stomach spasming, clit throbbing. You want him. You want him. You need him.

“I want this.” While he assures you, you notice a soft flush coloring his face, as if he’s just as nervous as you are. His tongue darts out to lick his lips, and he grins. “And I think you do, too.”

“Hold me here.” Hyoma takes you by the wrist and moves your hand back to his hair. You’re unsure when you lost your hold on him, but you instinctively wind your fingers through his layers. 

He presses just one kiss to the inside of your knee before leaning back down, settling into the mattress until he’s comfortable, and trailing testing licks up your folds. With a flat tongue, he traces your shape from your entrance to your clit, puckering his lips and swirling his tongue around your sensitive bud before licking back down to tease your weeping hole again.

Your legs begin to shake once he starts lapping at you, dipping his tongue in and out, in and out. He devours you slow and wet, meandering like a lazy river to make sure you can feel every sensation. The softness of his lips, the intentional curve of his tongue, the slick of your arousal meeting his saliva.

You rise to meet him like a gentle wave reaching for the shore, but it’s not you who controls how you move. Your desire takes over, silencing your worries and replacing them with pleasure that warms you like the sun. Gooseflesh rises on your thighs, and your back arches, angling your hips to beckon his tongue back into your depths.

He answers with two fingers that plunge into you agonizingly slow. Fingers and tongue move in tandem until you see stars; his ministrations are so smooth and precise that, by the time you feel your orgasm building, it’s already begun to wash over you. 

“Hyoma—ohmygod,” you gasp, shuddering, convulsing. You pull on his hair with both hands, which makes him moan right against your clit, starting a domino effect of you crying his name into the silent air. Syllable after ragged syllable, the only thing on your white-hot mind is Hyoma, Hyoma, Hyoma.

He rushes to his knees so he can lean over you and capture you in a kiss. Fingers still drowning in your sopping folds, his tongue finds its way past your lips so you can taste your own essence on him. Your hands drift down, through his hair, and across his back, desperately pulling him closer; your hips bob in an uneven rhythm, rocking into his palm as you crash down from your high.

“Breathe,” he murmurs, tilting his head to pepper kisses all over your face. “You looked so pretty for me, angel, coming all over my face. ’S just the first one, okay? ‘M gonna make you feel like the most beautiful thing in the world.”

#blue lock smut #bllk smut #chigiri hyoma smut #chigiri smut #chigiri x you #chigiri x reader #chigiri x you smut #chigiri x reader smut #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock x you #bllk x you #🌸— mine. #🌸— chigiri.

[opertabry]

wrong number smau ➝ from bts??

synopsis ➝ peer pressured by your group members, you ask a fellow idol for her number. but when you texted her that night, you realised that she wasn’t the person you were texting. what you didn’t know was that she gave karina’s, aepsa’s hotshot visual and leader, number to you.

chapter 1 ➝ from bts??

jimin threw her phone into her bed when she heard another text shoot through.

“can this asshole just stop texting me?” jimin grumbled frustratedly, flopping on her bed and burrowing her head into her pillow.

minjeong, who was growing tired of hearing her leader’s complaints, pokes her head into her room, glancing over at jimin. “well, you do know you can block them if you’re really that bothered right..?”

jimin strains her head to look at minjeong (who was visibly amused, despite being the tiniest bit annoyed), making sure to send her the dirtiest glare she can muster before scoffing and letting her head fall back to the pillow. she waits until she hears minjeong’s footsteps reach her own room before she lets out another long groan. her head perks up when she hears the vibration of her phone, oh great she was getting a call.

she pushed herself up, fumbling to grab her phone, when she grabs it she looks at the ID and narrows her eyes.

“this ass is resorting to calling me now?” she mumbles to herself, glaring at her phone intently.

her finger hovered over the decline button, but she stops and considers; well, she could give whoever was bothering her a piece of her mind, she would feel a lot better.. right? right, she decides. she exhales a deep breath before answering and immediately yelling into the phone.

“listen up, i don’t care who you are, who you work for, whatever! stop. texting. me.”

“hello, wow. well aren’t you a sweetheart? hm, but you don’t sound like ryujin.”

jimin froze. ryujin? “are you high? of course i dont sound like ryujin! how would you know anyways?”

“oh. well i met her like today, wanted to be friends and asked for her number. hoping to, you know, get to know her. i came back and i texted, called. and now i’m here talking to you. isn’t this just my lucky day?” sarcasm dripped in your voice, your mouth felt sour when you realised that ryujin just gave some stranger’s number to you.

“you wanted to be friends with.. wait who the fuck are you?”

“well since you can’t find it in yourself to be polite, i will. nice to meet you, i’m kim y/n from le sserafim.” hearing those words ringing through her ears, jimin’s jaw slacks open. hurriedly, she ends the call and throws her phone to the end of her bed, yet again. she runs a hand through her hair, a thousand thoughts running through her mind, but only one stayed;

what the fuck was happening?

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[yueisyum]

jeno can’t resist y/n as soon as he wakes up

He’s such a himbo

Jeno would for sure be grinding into you every morning, his arms wrapped around your body, his hand even cups your breast lightly. His groggy voice and absentminded-ness was some how extremely sexy. You’d be wearing an oversized white dress shirt from the night before, nothing but skin underneath.

You only wake up when his fingers lightly squeeze around your nipple, his mouth latched onto your neck. The sun blocked from the curtains, and the warmth of the sheets kept you at bay for only another 6 minutes before you decided the teasing was too much. He seems like he can’t even control himself, all he knows is that he wants to be as close to you as possible- he wants to be inside of you. His cock is already painfully hard, and he’s been edging himself for almost an hour, as you lay next to him completely unaware. It was quiet in the room besides the sound of the sheets adjusting to Jeno’s every move and the sound of kisses trailing up your neck. You can even hear his breath.

“Jeno-“ you sigh, his warm chest was pressed into your back as he continues to push his boner into your ass. “Y/n” He hums, obviously glad you’ve finally woke up. “How long have you been up?” You try to ask, but he’s turned you over so you lay flat on your back. Continuing to lap at your now sensitive neck while hovering over you. “Need you baby” is all he can muster. Both of his hands play with your tits Through the buttoned up top.

“Yeah?” You try not to laugh, bringing your hands to rest on his chest. “I wanna cum in you” he mumbles…

The sudden bluntness caught you off guard, his hands move to lift your his dress shirt. “It’s 9:00” you whine when he lifts the fabric up over your chest, exposing your naked body. He can’t help but pause for a long moment to admire your body. It’s all his, everything about the sight is making his cock ache. “I’m so hard- let me fuck you baby.“ you chuckle again when he starts leaving kisses against your under boob. “Let me get you wet-“

“I already am” you admit, biting your lip in anticipation. When you had woken up, it didn’t take you long to begin pooling from his actions. He glances up at you with a cute, but shocked expression.

“Then let me help you? I promise I’ll make you feel good…”

Note: continue?

#kpop imagines #nct imagines #nct dream x reader #nct smut #nct dream smut #nct hard thoughts #nct hard hours #nct dream hard thoughts #nct dream hard hours #nct jeno smut #nct jeno #nct dream jeno #nct dream jeno smut #lee jeno smut #lee jeno x reader #lee jeno #nct lee jeno x reader smut #nct

[bangtanflirt]

Not Like Other Girls (Part 2 of 2)

mainly angst, with some smut and fluff sprinkled in

Best friend Jungkook x Fem Reader, Hoseok x Fem Reader

NSFW. 18+

Part 1 > Part 2 (FINAL) > BONUS Part

Premise: Jungkook’s been your best friend since forever, and he loves that you’re “not like other girls,” as he puts it...so what happens when you decide you want to be like other girls?

Warnings: sexism, manipulative friendship, Jungkook and some other idols are just overall misogynistic assholes in this (all a work of fiction obviously, no way meant to represent these idols’ real life personalities), mentions of past internalized misogyny, one noncon kiss, slight physical intimidation, a fight, one more asshole jk warning because he amps it up a notch

____

Two weeks go by, with you ignoring every call and text he sends. Two weeks of you blaring your headphones and walking right by when he waits outside your residence hall or classes. Two weeks since you’ve left the group chat with him and the other two. Eunwoo and Yugyeom message you individually, each saying something along the lines of “Why are you being such a bitch to Jungkook?” You block them eventually. It was easy to block them. Jungkook, on the other hand, has not been easy to block. You’ve tried, fingers hovering over the button many times since the last time you’ve talked. However, something stops you every time. Memories of the past flood your mind: the little spot in the playground that the two of you claimed in fourth grade, the way he’d stayed up all night helping you perfect your science fair project in middle school, how he walked you home after your org meetings in high school. Everything would be so much easier if your mind could just forget about all the good things, but you can’t. The truth—however pathetic it may be—is that Jungkook is in too much of your good memories for you to just cut him off.

Not matter how much of a big game you talk, he still has a hold on you. Which is why, after two weeks of trying to fake indifference, your resolve breaks at the sight of him. He’s waiting in front of your residence hall again, but this time those sad bambi eyes rope you into stopping. He looks a mess with his disheveled hair and puffy eyes. It takes a lot in you to not immediately lead him inside and take care of his tired form. No y/n. Don’t be a doormat again.

“Can we talk in your dorm?”

“We can talk here. I’ll give you five minutes.”

“I’m sorry.” His shoulders are sagging as he looks down at the grass, unable to meet your gaze. You don’t say anything back.

“I shouldn’t have hijacked your birthday plans…and I shouldn’t have yelled about Hoseok…it was wrong of me. It wasn’t from a bad place, I swear! I just want to protect you. That’s all I’ve ever wanted to do, y/n. I can’t not have you in my life.”

“Your way of protecting someone is really shitty.”

“I can see that now, and I promise you I’ll do better. Just don’t push me out of your life, please. I can’t handle it.” His voice cracks at the end, as if he’s too overwhelmed with emotion.

It breaks your heart and your walls all too easily, and you’re embracing him in a split second. He starts sobbing softly into your shoulder. “Come up for a while.” You invite, and the boy follows with his head down. It takes a moment for him to stop crying in your room, spilling apologies while holding you close.

___

The next day is, thankfully, filled with the normalcy you’re used to with Jungkook. You two meet up for breakfast, talking about the most random things as you usually do. It doesn’t feel like two weeks have passed. It doesn’t feel like anything bad happened between you at all. The air is light, and the conversations are filled with laughter, just like your favorite moments with him usually go.

“Are you free to study this evening? I have a calc test coming up and I need moral support.”

“I’m actually studying with a few people from the frat party. We’ve gotten kind of close—especially this girl, Ara. But you should come study with us!”

“With Hoseok too?”

“Yes Kook, he’s not some evil villain, I promise. You’ll like him if you give him a chance.”

You still haven’t told Jungkook you didn’t sleep with the older man. You don’t see the point in bringing it up anymore, since it shouldn’t determine whether or not Jungkook respects you. You just want to move on from the topic and the fight altogether. You also don’t tell him about your make-out sessions these past two weeks, not in the mood for another lecture.

His features visibly tense. “Oh, um…I don’t know. It might be too much of a distraction, and I don’t really know them. I’ll just study alone.” You know Jungkook enough to know what he’s asking without him saying it out loud: Please ditch them and study with me. The plea is clear in his eyes, but this time you act oblivious to it.

“Oh please, I saw you study for that physics final in high school! If you can focus on rotational motion while Yugyeom and Eunwoo argue about which Super Smash Bros character is the kinkiest, you can one thousand percent study with us.”

The two of you giggle at the past memory, and Jungkook eases up a little.

“Alright, I’ll join, and Bowser is definitely the kinkiest!”

“Not when Wario is right there!” You laugh, taking a sip from your best friend’s milkshake as he throws a ‘I told you to order your own’ look your way.

“Speaking of the guys…when do you think you’ll unblock them?”

“No time soon. You’re still on probation too.”

His face falls, but he doesn’t prod further.

---

“Guys, this is Jungkook, my best friend. Jungkook, this is Ara, Namjoon, Hoseok, and Jisoo. I met Ara at the makeup convention and everyone else at the Beta Tau Sigma party after.”

You miss the icy glare he shoots at Hoseok. Hoseok seems to miss it too, being his usual friendly self while greeting the other man. Everyone greets Jungkook warmly except Jisoo, who seems a bit wary. She remembers when you ran to some guy and came back crying a couple weeks ago, and how that man looked a lot like this Jungkook guy. Suffice to say, she’s not as enthusiastic to meet him.

The study session goes by alright. Everyone’s stressed and engrossed in their work, but occasional banter and breaks keep you all going. You try to include Jungkook whenever you can, and your new friends—sans Jisoo—also try to strike up conversation with him. Jungkook, however, keeps his replies short and chooses to stay silent for the most part.

It’s only when he’s walking you home does he begin talking like his usual self.

“See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

He shrugs, “I didn’t have much in common with them. I think we should just study alone next time.”

You raise a brow, “That’s not fair, Kook. You barely tried. We were doing our best to include you in the conversation.”

Jungkook doesn’t exactly know why he feels so strongly, but hearing you use the term ‘we’ for you and your new friends puts him on edge. You and him are supposed to be a ‘we.’ These are strangers.

His tone gets snappier at your comment.

“Wow, thank you so much for trying to include me in the conversation y/n. Must be exhausting having to talk to me when your new friends are there.”

“Hypocritical coming from you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means you basically treat me like I’m invisible when we’re with Eunwoo and Yugyeom.”

The rest of the walk is silent.

Hours later, when you’re about to go to bed, you get a text from him.

Kook: Sorry :( are you still mad?

You let out a sigh. He’s your best friend, but you wish he wasn’t so frustrating sometimes.

You: Kind of.

Kook: I’ll hang out with them again if you want me to.

You: Will you actually try to get along?

Kook: Yeah, I promise!!!

___

The next time you invite Jungkook out with everyone else is at another frat party. You don’t remember the name of the frat, but it doesn’t matter. There’s good music, godlike seven-layer dip, and an impressive variety of alcohol. You tease Hoseok at how Beta Tau Sigma needs to watch out or their ‘best party frat’ rep is in danger.

“No chance, wait ‘till you see the bouncy castle we’re getting for the next one!”

Jungkook’s jaw ticks at the way you lean close to the other man, laughing and talking as if the two of you are in your own world. It’s extra irritating considering your outfit for the night. You’d mentioned how you were borrowing one of Ara’s dresses, but he had no idea it would be such a tight one. Tight and short, with entirely too much of your chest exposed. It makes your birthday dress seem modest in comparison. He regrets meeting at the party instead of picking you up, wishing he could’ve talked you out of it before you left your dorm.

But he can’t do anything now, except watch Hoseok ogle you as you giggle and bat your lashes at him. It hasn’t even been twenty minutes yet, but Jungkook already wants to leave—and drag you out of there with him.

It’s after a few tequila shots and party games when Ara pulls you aside, asking you how things are going with Hoseok.

“We’re just friends!”

“Friends don’t look at each other like that.”

“Okay, we might be hitting each other up to make out now and then…and maybe I have a teeny tiny crush. But it’s not like it’ll go anywhere.”

“Why not?”

“Because he’s a total fuckboy!”

“Oh please,” she rolls her eyes, “those rumors are so out of proportion. I know Hoseok and I know he loves sex, but he’s not the ‘I don’t do commitment’ type. He just needs to meet someone he vibes with and he’ll turn into a mushy romantic in a heartbeat.”

“How can you be so sure?”

She breaks out into a giant grin, “Because he’s just like Joonie.”

You can’t help but grin too, tipsy Ara is especially cute when talking about her boyfriend.

“Fair, fair. Maybe I’ll give it a shot.”

“You think the two of you will break away from the rest of us again?” She wiggles her eyebrows.

“Not tonight. Jungkook doesn’t really know anyone here, so it would be pretty shitty to leave him.”

“Yeah he does look like a lost lamb” she motions in the boy’s direction, where his body language couldn’t get any more awkward.

“That’s my cue” you say after taking one more shot and making your way back to Jungkook’s side.

“Here” you say, holding a shot in front of his face. He downs it instantly.

“How ‘bout a dance?” You hope a little dancing can loosen the boy up.

The speakers blast High Hopes by Panic! at the Disco, and you two yell the lyrics while jumping up and down in proper party-dancing fashion. Jungkook gets more comfortable as the song progresses, and you can tell the alcohol is getting to him. The next hour is genuinely fun for both of you, and he seems less apprehensive when the others join—as long as your attention stays on him. The problem starts when a slower, sexier song starts playing, and Hoseok pulls you close. The man wraps his hands around you from behind, sensually rolling his body and guiding you to do the same. Your eyes are closed and you’re too lost in the moment to feel the daggers your best friend is shooting with his eyes.

You excuse yourself for a moment, stumbling into a random bedroom until you can find a restroom to pee. What you don’t expect when coming out, is Jungkook sitting on the bed. He stands up when you come out, making his way closer.

“Oh hey, were you looking for me?”

He nods, now less than an inch away. You take a step back, feeling claustrophobic, but he’s keen on closing the gap.

“Kook, what are you—"

That’s when his lips come crashing down on yours.

It’s barely three seconds until you register what’s going on and push him off. You look into his eyes with pure shock.

“Holy fuck, Jungkook. You’re drunk, aren’t you?”

“Maybe…” he leans back in, but you turn your head away. He’s not a fan of this.

“Why are you dodging?”

“Because you’re not in your right mind! I’m your best friend!”

“And? Isn’t this what you what? Isn’t it better to get it from me than some guy you hardly know?”

“Excuse me? What do you mean by ‘what I want’?” You step back again, bringing a hand to his chest to keep him arm’s distance.

“Don’t act innocent y/n. That dress…the way you’ve been dancing…you’re telling everyone you want to be fucked tonight.”

You push him back, rage coursing through your veins, “I am not fucking you, Jungkook!”

He seems just as angry, almost falling back. “So you’ll fuck Hoseok, but draw the line at me?”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

“What’s wrong with me? What the fuck is wrong with you?! I’m trying so hard to be nice and understanding, but you’ve been acting like a whore the entire night. You want me to treat you like a whore, don’t you? That’s why you’ve been trying to make me jealous…get me all worked up so I can fuck you good.”

You fervently shake your head no, still processing the absurd things you’re hearing.

“You’re just drunk…that’s why you’re saying all these things. You don’t mean any of this, right? Why would you be jealous…you don’t think of me like that.”

“I don’t think of you like that when you’re being the usual you. But this new persona you’re trying on…you can’t expect me to not be curious when you’re showing off like this. I’m a guy, y/n.”

“No, get away from me! You don’t get to use the ‘it’s a guy thing’ excuse this time. It’s not because you’re a guy. It’s because you’re a complete asshole!”

You try to walk away but he grips your arm, unwilling to let go despite your visible distress.

“Let go!”

“Don’t leave me, please, you can’t leave”

Your distress grows as you try harder to shake off his hold, and you’ve never been more relieved to hear the sound of a door opening than in that moment.

“Y/n, are you in here—” Hoseok stills at the scene, Jungkook’s digging his fingers into the skin of your arm as mascara-black tears roll down onto your cheeks.

“Oh great” Jungkook lets out a dry chuckle, “he’s been looking for you, how sweet.”

Hoseok wastes no time coming between the two of you, prying Jungkook’s hand away and putting his body in front of yours in a protective stance.

“I don’t know what’s going on, but you need to stay away from her dude.”

The tension in the air is thick, too thick for even a blade to slice through. The way the men stare each other down has you squirming in anxiety.

“This isn’t your business.” Jungkook bites.

“I think it is.”

“Why? You feel obligated because she’s one of your sluts no—” his sentence is interrupted by a sharp right hook to the face. Jungkook falls flat on his ass, holding the hurt cheek in pain.

“Because she’s my friend you fuckface, and I thought she was supposed to be yours too.”

That’s the last thing Jungkook hears before the world becomes pitch black.

___

You don’t give in after two weeks this time. A month goes by, then another month, then another…and now you’re getting used to not having him in your life at all. It’s easier because, this time, he doesn’t try to call or linger around with those dumb doe eyes. He knows he crossed an unforgivable line and facing you now would have him breaking down in shame.

That night, once he came back to his senses and the world stopped spinning, he couldn’t believe what he’d done. His bubbling jealousy towards Hoseok, the fear of you drifting away, and the unhealthy amount of tequila shots all mixed together to make him do the most asshole thing he could. And now he’s lost you, for good. The days since then have been nothing short of hell, guilt eating away at his soul every moment he’s awake. That’s why he sleeps longer now, sometimes well into the evening—missing a lot of classes along the way. His grades keep plummeting but he can’t seem to care anymore. If you were there, you’d get so mad at him for slacking off; but you’re not there. It’s a month after the incident when Yugyeom drops by, worried because neither him nor Eunwoo get any messages back from him anymore.

“Dude, you look like shit. Will you finally spill on what exactly happened with y/n?”

“I fucked up, big time.”

Yugyeom stays silent as Jungkook spills out everything that happened that night, listening with worry etched on his face.

“Oh shit.”

“I know.”

“You went too far man.”

“I know.”

“I get you’re going through it, but don’t shut us out dude. Eunwoo and I are there for you, okay?”

It’s not long until Eunwoo hears about what happened, calling the day after Yugyeom leaves. His version of consoling is different.

“It’s not entirely your fault. You know that, don’t you? You went overboard because of the alcohol, sure, but your reasons were valid. She should’ve known what she got herself into when she decided that being a bimbo is more important than being our friend.”

Jungkook doesn’t know how much he agrees with that, but he does know that thinking of it that way makes him feel a little less shitty.

___

You don’t tell any of the others what happened, hell, you don’t even tell Hoseok the whole story. You can’t bring yourself to recount the incident without nausea overtaking your body. Thankfully, Hoseok doesn’t pry. He’s the one to walk you home that night, telling the rest you had a headache and need to leave early. He keeps quiet the entire walk.

He drops by your place a lot now, checking in on you. The first month is the hardest, you don’t want to even get out of bed. Thankfully, Hoseok is there to make sure you don’t waste away under your blanket (and that you’re turning in assignments on time). The rest of them can tell you’re different after the party, but you dodge their concerns every time. They still invite you places, even though you seem zoned out when you’re there. Ara, in particular, makes sure to come by with meals every now and again to ensure you’re eating okay.

It's the second month when you start feeling like yourself again. The zoning out and wallowing in pity is replaced with laughter and joy once more; no doubt thanks to your friends’ persistence. A realization hits you during this time: you’re truly free now. Free to explore what type of clothes you like best, wear the most dramatic makeup you want, and invest time in hobbies that make you happy. You’re free to do all of that without a cloud of judgement and insecurity looming over. And so you use this newfound freedom to your fullest advantage, raiding the dress and makeup aisles at the mall—with Ara, Jennie, and Jisoo by your side.

It's the third month when Eun-bi and Sol fly down to visit you, squealing at your new look.

“I cannot believe that you, Y/N Y/L/N, own this many skirts” Sol comments, going through your closet.

You giggle, “You like them better than the sweatpants I wore when I visited, don’t you?”

“It’s not the sweatpants we minded, more the ‘look at these whores’ look you would give us when we wore skirts.” Sol laughs back.

You cringe at the memory, glad it’s in the past now.

___

It’s another usual weekend with Hoseok’s hands in your hair and his mouth on yours, while some Netflix comedy special plays in the background. He pulls away earlier than you’d like him to, though.

“What do you think about going on a date?”

“A date?”

“Yeah…if you want to be more than friends who make out.”

You’re confused and it shows.

“Didn’t you sleep with that art major like two days ago?”

He lets out an embarrassed chuckle, “I’m just getting tired of the hookups. Been getting jealous of Namjoon a lot recently—of what he has with Ara.”

“I thought you said Namjoon became ten times more annoying after getting into a relationship?”

“Oh definitely—but he also looks a hundred times happier. If I have a shot at that with anyone, I think it’s you.”

You can’t help but fawn over the endearing look on his face, eyes brimming with sincerity. It’s by no means a grand romantic confession of love, but it doesn’t need to be. You can tell he’s serious, and that’s all you really need.

“I’d love to Hoseok.”

His heart-shaped smile widens to a toothy grin. He pulls you in for another kiss.

___

The next time Jungkook spots you, you don’t notice him. He’s on his way to the library and you’re on the lawn with all your friends. You’re wearing a flowy sundress and your hair is longer; you’re having the time of your life, with no regard for his presence. Hoseok’s by your side, and it seems he’s the cause of your never-ending laughter. Jungkook knows you’re with him—he’s the heard the gossip all over campus. Gossip is the only way he can keep up with you after being blocked on everything.

Bitterness boils inside of him at the sight: how easily you can be happy without him.

He thought he meant more, thought he was irreplaceable, just like you were to him. He knows he messed up that night, but part of him was still betting you’d come back. He was waiting for you to come back after Hoseok left you broken, and had planned all the words he’d say to assure you he could put you back together again. But it’s been four months since you and Hoseok became official, and you two look happier than fucking ever. He hates it.

But even so, he has hope. Hoseok is still Hoseok, and this happy ever after shit can’t last. He’ll wait for you.

___

Four months turns into a year, and a year turns into two, then three, until you’re walking down the graduation stage while your boyfriend cheers from the audience.

When the ceremony is over, you make your way to your friends, who are all rejoicing at the ending of a chapter.

“We did it bitches!” Ara exclaims, pulling everyone in for a hug.

“Couldn’t have done it without you” you refuse to let her leave your embrace. Your best friend only hugs you tighter, two of you now looking like boa constrictors in competition.

“Alright, alright, enough of Ara hogging. I want my hug” Namjoon pouts, pulling her away from you.

“We get it loverboy, you’re whipped” you punctuate with an eye roll.

He’s not one to let you have the last word, though. “If anyone’s a loverboy here it’s Hobi, mind you. He’s brought up the fact that you’re graduating with honors at least five times in the span of three hours.”

“That’s because everyone needs to know how impressive my girlfriend is!” Hoseok jumps in, chest puffed out with pride.

You laugh, playfully swatting your boyfriend’s arm.

“Ouch! What was that for?”

“You know compliments make me embarrassed!”

“So am I just not supposed to compliment my insanely smart, incredibly driven, badass girlfriend who graduated with honors?”

“Make that six times in three hours” Namjoon lightheartedly chides.

It’s in that moment you bump into someone, not unusual in the buzzing crowd of graduates. But this time it’s not a stranger—or at least not in the technical sense of the word.

“Oh I’m so sorr—”

He stills. He doesn’t think he can keep speaking even if he wants to, feeling the heat of Hoseok’s gaze.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.” That’s all you say, in the most nonchalant way possible, before turning around and resuming your conversation.

It’s like you never even knew him.

____

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- 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 | touya todoroki x reader

a/n: my submission for @sakusins & @scandescent’s after you’ve read angst collab! be sure to check out the other works submitted and follow along with the masterlist as it updates, a lot of super talented writers put a ton of love into their pieces (´∀｀)♡

cw: a classic sickfic, hurt/comfort, mentions of nausea and vomiting, soft touya supremacy | wc: 2.1k

“The fuck happened here?” 

Climbing through your fire escape, Touya cautiously observes the scene before him. 

Your shaky and damp body spreads out across the tiny sofa of your living room. You lay turned on your side, arms and legs pathetically flailing off of the furniture and into the air as you whine in discomfort. He notices an empty bowl on the ground next to you, along with a half-drank glass of now room-temperature water and a blanket that’s been carelessly discarded to the side. 

“Sorry,” you manage to moan out, “think m’sick.”

Touya comically stands before you, taking in your pale and sticky frame as it hangs off of the couch, “Yeah, I gathered that.”

He waits for a snark response, for you to tell him to fuck off or try to throw him back out onto the street, but he’s met with silence as you fester on the couch. He notices your body slightly shaking, though your skin appears to be clammy to the touch. 

“How long have you been—” his voice trails off, using a hand to briefly gesture to your limp and weakened state, “—like this?”

He barely registers your voice when it comes out in a quiet rasp, “Dunno, can’t remember.”

You hear a deep sigh followed with a whispered fuckin’ christ as Touya disappears into your bathroom for a moment. The distant yet familiar sound of bottles being tossed around your medicine cabinet reminds you of when he used to show up at your door—all beaten and bloodied and bruised, insisting a helping hand from you and your medical supplies. The memory makes you smile, makes you realize how far he’s come in such a small amount of time. 

The clanking of his boots against the hardwood floors returns, and hearing his footsteps grow closer prompts you to open your eyes. 

Through the narrowed opening of your eyelids, you can vaguely make out Touya hovering over you. He has something small and thin in hand, something you just barely recognize as the new thermometer you’d recently picked up from the convince store down the block just a few weeks ago. 

Touya spares a glance at the back of the product’s packaging, before returning his attention to the device in hand. He looks oddly confused by the simple product—he flips it around, observing the power button on the rounded end of the tiny stick. 

“It goes the other way,” he hears you mumble from your spot beneath him.

Sarcasm drips through his snide response, “No—really? Should I put it in your mouth or your ass, doctor?”

“That’s what she said,” you’re quick to retort. 

Touya clicks his teeth and shakes his head. That’s a good sign, he thinks to himself. At least you're not sick enough to miss out on a good that’s what she said joke. 

He places the tip of the thermometer to your lips, wordlessly instructing you to open your mouth. You do, and you feel the cool metal placed underneath your tongue—though you're able to hold it in place with your teeth, Touya’s hand still lightly lifts the opposite end of it. 

You close your eyes, letting the device to its job as you try to focus on anything other than the nausea overflowing your senses. After a few minutes, the thermometer finally beeps three quick times, signaling its results being in. 

Touya gently taps your cheek with a finger, prompting you to release the stick. He plucks it from your lips and squints his eyes, reading the temperature displayed on its tiny screen. 

“How bad?” you croak out, eyes still closed. 

“Eh,” he shrugs, jotting over to the kitchen and tossing the device into the sink, he makes a mental reminder to wash it off later, “could be worse.”

Returning to your limp body, he beckons you to throw an arm over his shoulder, allowing him to support your weight and transfer you into bed. Not having the strength to put up much of a fight, you comply.

Standing up slowly to avoid any unnecessary dizziness, you wrap your arm around his neck and slump into his side. He waddles the two of you down the narrow hallway, carefully avoiding any collisions with the wall or side tables. 

“Have you eaten?” he casually asks from over your shoulder. 

“No,” you weakly admit, “I can’t.” The churning feeling in your stomach similar to that of a whirlpool making you more and more queasy by the second.

Touya plops you into your bed, hand gently guiding your head down to the pillow. He lets you ease into the blankets, deciding if you want them covering you or if it’s too suffocating with them on. He watches you wiggle around in bed, before finally settling down in a position deemed to be comfortable enough. 

Then suddenly, he’s gone.

Too weak to call out to him and inquire his whereabouts, you let your eyes close once more. Though your sickness induced state makes you unaware of the time that passes, you assume you doze off for only a few minutes.  

When you finally come to, it’s due to the sound of your bedroom door opening once again. Touya returns with a paper plate in hand. Huh, you note, you didn't even think you had any paper plates. He stands before your bed frame and places it down to where it balances on your thighs. 

It’s toast—a little burnt and slightly over buttered, but edible all the same. 

“Eat,” he sternly commands. 

You grimace at the thought of food entering your body, naturally shaking your head in a childlike manner.

“M’gonna be sick,” you whine, you’re sure of it. 

“You’re gonna be sick either way,” he’s quick to retort, “might as well have something to throw up.”

While his words aren't necessarily comforting, you recognize them as true and brace yourself to do the best you can with tackling the toast.

It’s not as bad as you thought it’d be—taste wise, it’s fine. It reminds you of being sick as a child, being waited on hand and foot with easy to digest foods and warm compresses. It goes down rather smoothly and if anything, makes you even more sleepy than before. 

Touya fights off a grin when he sees you yawn and hand him the decently empty plate. He places it on the side table, making another mental note about throwing it out the next time he’s up. His eyes return to you wrapped up in bed, tiny fists rubbing your eyes as you look up towards him. 

“M’tired,” you coo. 

“Go to sleep. Actually, move over,” he decides, pressing a finger to your shoulder in hopes of rolling you over. 

“No,” you persist, “I’ll get you sick.”

“Don’t care.”

The two of you are both very aware of the fact that you will not get Touya sick—his internal body temperature is far too high for something as futile as a common bug, but it’s your words that stick with him. Your concern for his health, even though you're the one all snotty and queasy in bed. He can’t remember the last time someone looked out for him in the way that you do, the last time someone cared. 

He finagles his way into your bed regardless of your minor protest, and he even lets you cuddle into the crook of his neck. He feels the tip of your nose press against where his raw chest meets his scarring—it feels hot against his skin due to your temperature. He wonders if this is how his skin always feels on yours. 

—

When you wake in the middle of the night with an instant jolt of nausea, you don’t know what time it is.

A quick scan of the curtains lets you know that it’s still dark out, meaning you likely only slept for an hour or two. Touya still remains in bed next to you. 

A bit clumsily, you run to the bathroom with a hand covering your mouth. You don’t even bother turning on the light. Instead, you blindly feel around for the toilet bowl. Once you successfully find it, you empty your stomach of all of its contents—bile, water, undigested pieces of toast from Touya’s earlier service.

Through all of your thrashing and gagging, you don’t notice that Touya’s woken up. It’s not until he flicks on the bathroom light and his heavy footsteps patter on the tile until you’re made aware of his presence.

Squinting from the sudden adjustment of light, he has a hand on his forehead as he assesses the situation at hand. He doesn't say anything as he reaches into the cabinet underneath your sink, pulling out a washcloth and running it below the tap.

He wrings it out over the faucet and crouches down next to where your crumpled fame rests on the toilet bowl.

With a gentle finger, he slightly turns your face his way—he lets your panting and out of breath frame continue to lean on him as he lightly pats your hairline with the wet cloth. He lets it linger for a few seconds on each spot he presses it, an attempt to cool down your boiling temperature. Once he’s cleaned the majority of slick from your forehead, he places the cloth onto the back of your neck and holds it there—letting the cool and damp material sizzle against your clammy and aching skin. 

It feels nice, refreshing. After a few moments of catching your breath, you turn to the side and open your eyes for the first time since you entered the bathroom. 

Touya squats beside you, eyes glimmering with what you recognize as concern, as he observes your weary state. 

“Don’t look at me,” you groan, though you're far too exhausted to make any move of covering yourself from him, “m’all sweaty and gross.”

As nonchalant as ever, Touya merely shrugs, “You’ve looked worse.”

Your head quickly snaps up to look over at him, “What—when?!”

He gently chuckles at your tiny fit, surprised that you even had enough energy to muster it. He softly lets his fingertips dance along your damp hairline, brushing stray hairs back and away from your forehead.

“Can’t tell ya,” he teases with a grin, “it’s a secret.”

You let out an unsatisfied hmph as your head returns to rest on your hand. Touya doesn’t say anything else, he just stays by your side, letting you ride out your nausea for a few moments longer.

When you’re practically falling asleep on the toilet, Touya decides you’ve outlasted the worst of the sickness and wordlessly guides you to stand up.

The two of you lean on one another as you stumble out of the bathroom and into the bedroom once more, returning to the sheets that still radiate the warmth of your body heat.

He cradles your head with the back of his hand as it slowly hits the pillow. Before crawling back into bed, he mentally pats himself on the back when remembering to grab you a fresh glass of water and place a trashcan next to your bedside—just in case.

Content with your setup, he returns next to you. You lay on your back with your knees up—a position Touya put you in, knowing it best suits your nauseous state—as he curls into your side, placing a gently warmed hand to your lower abdomen.

He expects you to be out cold as he closes his eyes, assuming the vomit-induced fit in the bathroom knocked you out for good, but he’s proven wrong when the slight rasp of your voice just barely meets his ears.

“Thank you for takin’ care of me,” you manage to whisper against the silence of the room, not even knowing if Touya’s awake to hear your gratitude. 

But he is, as his answer registers in your mind.

“Didn’t do much,” he honestly retaliates. 

He wishes he could’ve done more, but between letting your nasty flu run its course and battling his own barriers of intimacy, one’s that he’s yet to conquer, he did all that he could—which wasn’t much, wasn’t enough in his opinion. Taking your temperature and making you some lousy toast isn't all that impressive of an accomplishment, especially for someone he loves as much as he does you. 

“Yeah, but you were here,” are your final words of the night, as you finally slip into a comfortable slumber, “s’all that matters.”

Touya goes to bed with a soft smile plastered across his face and a newfound warmth churning within his chest. 

He decides that while being taken care of does feel great, taking care of you feels even better. 

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[goldenempyrean]

sick!nat x reader where they broke up a week ago and r hasn’t heard of nat since. however that changes when a feverish Natasha calls reader asking to be taken care of. reader still loves her so she goes to Nat’s house to find that Natasha is miserable and totally out of it. when Nat recovers will she remember that SHE was the one who asked for help? (little angst)

The Memories Of Love

〚 Notes - Wow. I stayed up WAY too late writing this. Know it stays "little angst" but I might've gotten a little too deep into it. Theres more swearing and stuff then my usual fics so just be weary of that! I am desperate for feedback on this fic though so give me your honest thoughts :D 〛

〚 Summary - You'd broken up. You were content to never to speak to her again and maybe you would have, but one call changes everything 〛

〚 Wordcount - 1840 〛

〚 Part Two! 〛

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The last thing you expected to wake up too was a call. Especially considering it was almost 2am and especially considering who it was coming from. You rolled over, grabbed your phone leading you to give an irritated groan as you muted the call, setting your phone back down.  

You groaned to yourself, annoyed that you had been pulled from your peaceful slumber, you tried to settle back down, not wanting to be disturbed any further but not even a minute later, the recognisable chime of your ringtone rung out again as your phone began to vibrate rapidly.

“For fucks sake.” You muttered grumpily as you sat up and picked up your phone, rolling your eyes at the name displayed over the screen.

“What do you want Natasha?” You grumbled, not hiding the annoyance in your tone.

On the other end of the phone, you heard Natasha mumble something incoherent. You frowned. Her voice was wrong, it had a distinct hoarseness and a noticeable rasp. Not to mention the small sniffles. Was that- Was she crying?

“Considering you’ve just woken me up, I don’t want to deal with your bullshit right now so you can either tell me what you want or fuck off.” You growled down the phone, not wanting to deal with her any longer.

The phone was silent for what felt like hours, your finger was hovering over the red button to end the call when a small voice whispered something, “I need you.”

“What are you on about?” You sighed, rubbing your temples as you tried to make sense of what she had just said, “If you’re drunk or something, I swear to God, Im genuinely going to just block you. I can't deal with your shit right now.”

The phone went silent again, you almost felt bad for snapping at her. It's just, this was the first time in an over a week that you’d spoken to each other after it happened. You weren't even completely sure how it happened anyway. You guess it had started the night she failed to show up for your date – the date that you were going on to make up for her missing the previous one... and the one before that. You’d tried to remain casual when you told her how it made you feel but no. That one comment turned into a long, tiring argument. One which ended with you walking out, throwing your keys to the floor claiming you couldn’t do this anymore. A year gone. A year of time, love and dedication you’d put into that relationship and suddenly, in the span of afew moments it was gone. Wasted.

The sound of deep coughing snapped you back to reality as you cringed at the sound, “Please Y/N,” The way she croaked your name pulled at your heartstrings, she sounded like she was almost begging, “please come over, I really need you.”

“What’s wrong?” You asked, softening your tone as you realised that something really might be wrong, “Are you okay?”

There it was. That feeling of worry you hadn’t felt in awhile, the worry you felt whenever something bad happened, the worry which you felt when you truly cared for someone. The worry you felt when you truly... You stopped yourself, not wanting to think about it any further.

“Please, just come over.” That was the last thing you heard before there was a small ‘thud’ on the other end of the line.

“Natasha, just tell me what’s wrong.” You repeated but got no answer, “Natasha? Oh for-.” You cut yourself off from your curse and gave an exaggerated sigh as you shook your head, only this time there was no real anger behind it.

You told yourself you didn’t care, and that Natasha can deal with it herself. Shes a big girl and she can handle it. You didn’t care. That’s what you told yourself.  

Yet you still found yourself driving over to her apartment not even ten minutes later. The roads were barely illuminated by the dim streetlights, and you found yourself often gazing up and out at the overhead stars. God, what were you doing?  

You asked yourself that same question as you approached the door to her apartment. Your hand hesitated wearily in the air, curling up into a fist. You paused. Did you really want to do this? You could turn around now, go home, get back into bed. She’d never know. Yeah, that’s what you should do and yet seconds later the sound of knocking echoed through the hallways.  

Silence. You were met with a strange silence. No sounds of movement inside, no one came to the door, no sounds of anything actually. You knocked again, a little louder this time and tapped your foot impatiently, still there was nothing.

“Are you kidding me?” You muttered to yourself, pissed that you’d wasted your time on her again.

As you give the door your third and final third knock, your thumb goes down to reach for the handle out of instinct. You were so used to opening this door for her. It seems the habit was lingering. Much to your surprise, the door clicked off its hinges, swinging slightly ajar.

“Oh shit.” You hissed to yourself, wondering if you’d knocked on the door too hard. You wanted to leave. Just to forget about everything and go home but something inside told you to go in. Afterall, you couldn’t just leave the door open and leave, right? You had to go in. Atleast that’s what you told yourself as you took a step inside.

As you entered, it hit you immediately. Something was wrong. The air felt wrong, and the atmosphere was tense. There was no way you’d ever guess what you’d see next though. As you slowly padded into the living room you saw her.

Natasha was curled up on her sofa with a thin blanket half-draped over her as she shivered in her sleep. The lines around her eyes and lips were deeper then you remembered, her skin is paler too - unnaturally so. She looks so worn out, exhausted even. Inspecting closer, it was then you noticed the sheen to her skin, small beads of sweat lining her forehead and the pink-tinged clutches of afever clung to her cheeks. Oh.

“Poor thing.” You found the words leaving your mouth before you could stop yourself. Forgetting your previous annoyance, you turned back towards the entrance to her apartment, making sure to close the door properly, locking it behind you before resting your hands on your hips as you began to survey the room.

Kneeling down beside the sofa, you lightly shook her shoulder, attempting to stir her from her sleep as small jabs of worry began to slowly seep into your thoughts. It's been so long since you've seen her like this, she almost looks as vulnerable, a look you’d only seen once before. It's enough to trigger your innate need to protect, no matter how much you hurt inside.

“Sweet-“ You stopped yourself, feeling yourself blush with embarrassment as the petname slipped from your tongue, “Natasha?”

Your fingers lightly brush her forehead, feeling its hot and clammy surface. Her nose twitches slightly in her sleep. With a bit of hesitation, you try again. "Natasha..."  

Nothing.

You shake her shoulder again. "Hey... wake up". It comes out quieter than you intend it, and the worry in your voice is impossible to hide.

Her breathing is steady but shallow, and she looks so exhausted and ill. No response came from the sleeping woman, and it became obvious that she really was out cold.

Looking around again, you realised the place was abit of a mess and your eyes caught sight of the almost-empty bottle of NyQuil which had fallen onto the floor next to the sofa she lay on, besides which was her phone, your contact details still displayed on the screen.

“Jeez Nat, how much of this stuff did you take?” You sighed to yourself as you picked up both the bottle of medicine and her phone, setting them both ontop of her coffee table before slowly beginning to tidy the area, picking up the small mound of tissues which littered her floor and putting them in the trash.

You have no clue how long she's been sick, and the state of the apartment makes you think it's been a while. It was going to be a long night. Over the next half an hour, you made a start on properly cleaning up her apartment. You didn’t know why you were doing it. You could’ve just left but again, something made you stay. There was something inside of you that longed to hold her, to comfort her.

But you couldn’t. Not anymore. So instead you tiptoed around, not wanting to make a sound, as you tidied up the living room, before heading towards the kitchen. The trash was full and the counter-tops littered with multiple takeout containers to which you found yourself shaking your head. It took another 30 minutes of shuffling around before you were done.

Satisfied with your work, you made yourself a cup of coffee and allowed yourself a moment of calm as you sat down to drink it. Even then you tried reminding yourself that you didn’t care yet you still found yourself feeling responsible, longing to look after her. In that moment your heart began to beat rapidly in your chest as one thought finally clicked in your head, a deep blush clouded your cheeks as the slow realisation hit you finally.  

You still loved her.

Goddammit Natasha.

Finishing up your drink you found yourself fighting with your thoughts as you tried to push your newfound realisation to the back of your mind. A place where it couldn’t be seen, couldn’t be heard. You washed the cup and put it back neatly into her cupboard. You should’ve just left then, but there was still one thing left to do, a task which you knew was coming but still dreaded all the same.

Coming back over to Natasha’s side, you gave a final attempt at waking her, to which you had no luck. So, with a heavy exhale, you slipped your arms beneath her, hoisting the woman up into your arms before steadily carrying her over towards her room. You were mindful of her head, making sure to support her carefully. The sight of asleep of her in your arms almost overwhelmed you, the scent of her hair reminded you so much of why you fell in love with her in the first place.

You move with such delicacy - handling her as though she's going to break. Atleast it wasn’t far to her room. You leant down and carefully laid her down onto the mattress, tucking in the sheet as you pulled it over her. She looked beautiful, she was a sick mess and yet she remained beautiful. Resisting the urge to kiss her, your hands went to her forehead again, wiping away beads of sweat with the back of your hand while an unexpected wave of emotion floods your stomach. You swallow and wipe your eyes.

“God, Im going soft.” You whispered to yourself as you turned to leave, you didn’t plan to come back. Maybe you’d see if you could move up north. Start again with a blank slate. Maybe...

You shook your head again and turned back to take a final look at her. Natasha. Your Natasha. You couldn’t help but regret everything that had happened. The fight. Leaving. Everything. Whatevever, it was pointless now. You reached for the door handle, slowly pulling it shut.

And it was almost fully closed too but something stopped you. A small, frail voice came from inside, a voice which had the power to stop you in your tracks,  a sole word which held enough weight to change your future entirely, “Y/N?”

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