#its just me walking around the house like every thing is fine and normal but saying ow ow ow oW ow ow fucking shit ow

[emilylprentiss]

what really sucks about being chronically sick and having weird things happen to your body all the time and it essentially be "normal" for you, is never really knowing when to seek out medical help jfkdfjs

i have pots and ehlers danlos syndrome so im in pain a good amount of time and i have other things wrong with me that cause pain as well, so i never really try to figure out what is causing what pain

but today my right lung and/or rib cage is throbbing and really hurting at random moments and im kinda just like oh i probably popped another rib out again which is normal for eds but then the other part of my brain is like TUMOR ITS A GROWING TUMOR WITH TEETH AND ITS GOING TO EAT YOUR ENTIRE LUNG AND YOURE GOING TO DROWN IN YOUR TUMORS MOUTH

and then im like well as cool as that sounds maybe i should go to the er, and then ultimately im like you know what its not that bad i can still breathe... better just stay at home and complain on the internet about it

#its just me walking around the house like every thing is fine and normal but saying ow ow ow oW ow ow fucking shit ow #every time i have to take a step #but im fine im sure its nothing #ive named the tumor gretchen and we're bffs now its fine #shut up airi #chronic illness tag

[kangmoon27]

The Boy | Jungkook ff

Pairing: Bhrams Yandere Jungkook x babysitter Y/n

Summary: they paid you a huge amount of money just to babysit their son who turned out to be a doll named kookie not knowing the real kookie is actually all grown up and living behind the walls where he always watches you.

You're the new babysitter and a caretaker of the house of Jeon. You though it's just a normal thing but when you got to know who you're supposed to babysit. You're shivering in fear.

You saw a doll sitting on the chair. Height as a five years old kid and to your surprise the doll is the one that you will babysit. Feed him, bath him, get him to sleep but could a doll even do that?.

Well you couldn't complain more. The money offer is huge and you couldn't afford to be payed that much even if you will have 5 part time job.

It's been a month since you're staying here. You can say it's creepy. The whole vibes is little got you shivering in fear. The noises from the walls. The way the doll is changing position and sit on other places as if it can walk on its own and your clothes that always went missing. It's crazy. You wanted to leave but their is something that always stops you.

You came back to the kitchen after collecting the groceries that Malcon dropped and as always. You found the place empty when you're pretty sure you filled it with a lot of foods.

Walking to the doll and stare at it. Sighing before you grabbed the table napkin from his lap and wipe his mouth on it. You turn around and unpack the groceries when you suddenly felt a present of a person standing behind you.

Hesitantly, you turn around and found no one. No one even the doll. It always happen but yet it's still terrifying. You wanted to cry and leave but you just can't. Your feet seems like stuck in this house.

You slowly made your way to the living room and saw the doll sitting on the piano chair. Looking at the clock you find out that it's time for you to play piano for him. Slowly making your way next to him and sat.

You hummed while playing piano. Closing your eyes and started feeling the remedy, it's making your brain relax for a bit. Just then the wall made a huge noise as if someone just bang behind it.

You quickly get up and grabbed the doll along with you. Your breath started hitching, your heart is beating too fast. You heard foot steps, each and every step is making a huge bang. You can say it's like a huge person is running behind the empty walls.

The running foot steps fades away. Walking upstairs and went inside your room while holding the doll in your hand. Putting him down on the chair behind closing your eyes in frustration. You're so scared.

Soon you open your eyes and found the doll staring at you. Slowly walking towards it and grab him, putting him up high before asking. "What the fck are you tryin do huh? Are you doing this could you wanted me to leave? Fine!! It's that's what you want then I'm leaving!!. I'm done!!."

You throw the doll away as you grab your luggage Under your bed. You place it in your bed and walk towards the closet. Before you could even pick up you clothes. The room of your bedroom shut making you startled.

Staring in horror you found the doll already missing from your sigh then the banging on the walls started. Your eyes is filled with tears. You sat on the corner of the room crying, hugging yourself while covering your ears.

"S-stop. Stop!! I said stop I'll stay!! Please, I won't go anywhere just please stop!! I'll stay!!" As soon as you said you will stay the banging sound stop.

You cried silently. The door of your bedroom slowly open and saw him sitting Infront of your room. You wipe your tears away and walk towards him. Picking him up behind going to his bedroom and put him to sleep.

Closing the book after finishing his bedtime stories. You pick up the blanket and cover the boy doll with it before placing a kiss on his forehead.

You look at him for the last time. Wondering if it's posses or what but you knew there is something about this doll that keeps on getting in your nerves.

"Good night kookie" you sigh and get up from the bed. You look at him for the last before closing the door behind you.

As soon as you entered your room you saw the bathroom light is on so you walk towards it and attempt to switch it off but before you could even do it. You found your used clothes again missing not only your clothes but also your undergarments.

You search everywhere but there's nothing. You found nothing.

Meanwhile. A man with a mask is laying on his dirty bed next to the pillow that is dressed up with your favorite red dress that he stoled.

He's been living behind the walls for years since he's only five years old till now that he's grown man. The incident really changed his life. He accidentally k'lled his childhood friend and burn down their house that made everyone thought he's already gone but he isn't. He's fully alive and now a grown man but his existence is hidden that his parents made a doll that looks like him and eventually treated it like their own child while the real kookie is living behind the walls

He's breathing heavily face is covered with sweat under his mask. Trying so hard to not make any loud noise nor m'an out while his huge veiny hand wrapped around his l'ngth. It also added pleasure as your freshly used undergarment is Under his nose smelling it while pumping himself upwards and down.

"U-ughhh Y-yn more" he keep on m'aning while tightening his grip on his c'ck as he continuesly moving his fist up sidd down.

His groan gets louder after feeling himself c'mming. Soon a white liquor squish out of his m'mber making his breath heavenly. A soft chuckles came out of his mouth after making himself reach his high.

He sniff your undergarments and smiled. He turn around and kiss the pillow that he dress up like you while imagining it is you. H get up and made his way to your room inside the wall and peek through the small hole where he watches you sleeping.

To be continue

[Yes this is my version of the "the boy" movie. I just really really love the yandere idea of that movie and I'm literally obsessed with it!!]

Second Part

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[foreingersgod]

Literally my favorite wbb writer on here😭💕💕!! Could you maybe write kate Martin x reader angst?

UGGHHH, i love you all so much, your support means the world to me!! thank you sm :’)

Thick and Thin . KM

pairing: kate martin x reader

synopsis: you and kate go through a rough patch

A/N: NOT PROOF READ

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to say you were a supportive girlfriend would be an understatement, you went to every game, every event, comforted kate after every loss and celebrated after every win. any athlete would be lucky to have you at their side. and at the beginning of your relationship, kate knew that. she was so grateful that she had you in her life. if you weren’t there on the side lines cheering her on or doting on her whenever she needed it, she wouldn’t be where she’s at now.

but as of recently, she’d become too entangled in the game. sure, an athlete like herself would obviously be committed and stressed when it came to their sport. but kate had always made sure you understood that you were her number one priority, basketball second. she wanted to make sure you knew how much she loved you, showing you the same amount of love and support that you always showed her. and for a while, it was working out fine. you split your girlfriend duties 50/50 and made sure each other were always satisfied and happy in the relationship.

now, though, it felt like kate has just stopped caring. you weren’t sure if it was graduation, or saying goodbye to the team, she wouldn’t talk to you at all. she was cold and more distant than normal. she didn’t help you out around the house, she didn’t bring you home flowers every friday night like she used to, she didn’t kiss you goodnight or pull you into her chest before bed, you felt suddenly neglected. kate was acting like a completely different person and it was really starting to take a toll on you.

you tried to let this phase run its course in hopes that she’d return to her normal self again, but things seemed to only be getting worse. she started coming home later than normal, stopped taking you to banquets and events. hell, she didn’t even care that you waited for her outside the locker room after each game to see her. instead, she would brush past you to talk to her friends and family. it’s like you were invisible.

no matter how much it hurt you, you still wanted to support your girlfriend and kept going to the games and cheering her on, even if she didn’t notice you were there.

but on this particular night, outside the locker room once more, something inside you told you to wait for her and figure out what was going on. you weren’t going to be brushed off any longer.

you felt like you were going to melt, sitting on the bench outside the doors. your heart was racing and your head was spinning hoping that she’d be the next one to walk out. and soon enough, your prayers were answered, kate came waltzing through the doors moments later. duffel bag in hand, hair pulled back into a messy ponytail. surprisingly, she saw you and walked over to see you.

“hey, i’m gonna go over to hannah’s place to hang out with the girls tonight” she looked down at her phone, typing out a text. figures, she couldn’t even look at you “i don’t know when i’ll be home so. ill probably see you in the morning”

you scoffed, now she wasn’t even coming home with you anymore? is the only time she’s going to talk to you is to tell you she’s leaving? your blood must’ve been boiling, your heart sank watching her completely blow you off.

“what’s that all about?” she asked, irritated.

“nothing, nothing” you sighed, beginning to walk away “do whatever you want i don’t fucking care”

she grabbed your wrist, forcing you to stop in your tracks and talk to her “what’s your fucking problem? i can’t go out with my team now? i thought you were supposed to be a supportive girlfriend, huh?”

“really? you’re going to pull that card?” now you were fuming, you were lucky no one was around to witness this “i’ve been nothing but supportive, kate. you know that! i do everything i possibly can to be supportive. and all i ask if that you do the same for me, but you’ve quite literally treated me like shit these past few weeks!”

“that’s such bullshit-”

“no it’s not kate! you’re not even home anymore! you don’t buy me flowers or take me out on dates like you used to! i don’t even remember the last time you kissed me because you’re too fucking busy with all this other shit! and when it’s late and i’m waiting out here for you, time and time again, you blow me off to go out with the team. again. it never ends, kate”

“i don’t know why you’re choosing to bring this up now” she yelled “lets just go home, fuck, i won’t go out tonight if you’re gonna make a scene!”

“you’re unbelievable, kate i hope you know that” you wanted to scream “go home, go with the team, i truly don’t care. but im not gonna keep doing this with you.” you pushed past kate, who was trying to drag you out to the car at this point, making your way to the door and storming down the street alone.

“where the hell are you going, YN” she chased after you “seriously, what the fuck, let’s just go home, i’m sorry!”

you ignored her and kept walking, if she was going to treat you like this, then you weren’t going to put up with her anymore. you’d stay at a friends place or a hotel if it meant you didn’t have to take this neglect anymore.

kate persisted, still chasing you down the side walk, dodging numerous couples and families just trying to enjoy their evening. you tried to pretend she wasn’t there, persistent on getting away from her as far as possible. but before you could turn around the next corner to try and get her off your back, she grabbed your foreman and pulled you back into her like she had done before.

“stop running, you’re acting like a child” she tried to keep her voice level “just come home so we can talk about this, please”

you didn’t even look at her, complying, as you let her lead you to the car and take you home.

when you arrived at your building, you both stood in complete silence as you entered the the apartment. you hung up your coat, took off your shoes, and sat on the couch waiting for her to start talking.

“so talk, kate. since that’s what you wanted to do.”

“YN, come on” she groaned, taking a seat on the opposite end of the couch “i don’t get why we need to have this conversation.”

“you don’t get it?” you were astonished, was she that fucking clueless “you don’t see what’s been going on?”

she just looked at you sadly, fingers massaging her temples in frustration.

“kate i know that things are difficult right now. i can’t even imagine what you’re feeling when you have to deal with all these things with basketball and try and handle everything else outside of that too. but you’ve changed, babe, and it feels like you’ve just stopped caring about me all together”

“you know that’s not true,” she said. “i love you so much, you know that”

“but do i, kate?” you shook your head “im sitting outside of that locker room, telling you all these things you’ve been doing that have seriously hurt my feelings…and you’re just not listening!”

“ok i’ll admit i’ve been distant! and im sorry for that, i really am, but i didn’t realize it was that big of a deal!” she defended “things have been so hectic and im struggling to keep everything together and-and then there’s stuff going on with my family and caitlin’s always asking me to-”

she began to ramble, telling you every possible thing that had been on her mind recently. you had no idea it was this bad.

“kate…” you leaned over, rubbing her shoulder to try and soothe her “i had no idea all of that was going on? why didn’t you just talk to me about it? you can always trust me with these things”

she leaned forward, letting her head fall into her hands, trying to keep her composure “because you’re always so good to me and i didn’t want to dump all of this on you and make you deal with it. i just don’t want my problems to become yours”

“and that’s very thoughtful, but i’m here to help. and even if i wasn’t…that doesn’t give you the right to just cut me off as a girlfriend completely, it’s so unlike you…and for you to get so upset with me when i just wanted to spend time with you after the game tonight? you’d never do that”

“i know, you’re right, i just..” she looked over to you, eyes bloodshot from holding in tears “i guess i thought that if i secluded myself and kept you out of it that it might be easier to deal with…but i was so fucking wrong. and i shouldn’t have pretended like this was normal, it’s not. i’m so sorry that i’ve been abandoning you and not even realizing”

“i’m…im not gonna sit here and say it’s ok, cause it’s not. but i know that this isn’t you. i know that you can fix yourself and trust me to help you sort out whatever’s bothering you. but i really need you to try. i miss the old you, i miss the good morning kisses and making me dinner and our movie nights, you know?”

she smiled, reminiscing “i miss it too, im gonna be better, i promise.”

“i know, and i love you ok?”

“i love you too, thank you for putting up with all my shit, i don’t deserve you”

you pulled her into you, reveling in her embrace for the first time in weeks, you could already feel things falling back into place.

it was going to take a long time for you to get back into your old dynamic with kate, but you understood that she was under a lot of pressure and she understood that you had struggles and needs just the same. so you promised to tackle it all, sticking together through thick and thin.

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A/N: i’m very bad at writing angst so i apologize! if you guys request something and my outcome for it isn’t what you had wanted, feel free to message me and ill re write it for you, i want you guys to be completely satisfied with your requests!

on that same note, i’ve still got a few requests i’m finishing up and then i’ll open that back up again, thanks for understanding <3

have a lovely day!! :)

#kate martin x reader #kate martin #wcbb #wcbb x reader #iowa wbb #request

[wildernessuntothemselves]

Back with another pup gyu request 😩 Literally is the most insolent brat ever, always talks back to his owner and is super rude. You try to be gentler with him, be understanding of his bad history with past owners but with every jab he throws at you, it becomes incredibly hard for you to stay at home because then you’d have to deal with his negative energy. You don’t know that when its night time and all the lights are off, the pup is getting off of the memory of your scent, his dick leaking just at the thought of it, the absolute pervert. Whenever you’re out later than usual, he’d sneak in your room, undressed to roll around your bed with his naked body, hooked on the strong scent, how do you not realize how big his obsession is?

When pup gyu finds out that the reason you havent been coming home that early is because of you getting closer to your male co-worker, he absolutely loses it. Hes been at home, sulking and checking the clock every second anxiously awaiting your return but you were out with some random man skeaze? The pup is pissed.

Warnings: dog hybrid gyu (duh), gyu who had previous bad owners, harddom!reader, gyu being "forced" to sub, possessive gyu, spitting kink, edging, ruined orgasm.

You've been having such a pleasant time chatting with your co-worker and new friend, Yeonjun, as he walked you back home that you didn't realize how far along you've made it until you're almost at your house, but when you're finally hit with the realization, your mood quickly sours, and Yeonjun notices.

"Hey, you okay?" He asks, concerned. "You look like someone ran over your grandma."

"Huh?" You question, not having been paying attention to what he said as you arrive at your door--the one thing now separating you from the menace to society you're harboring--but you quickly snap out of it and give Yeonjun a half-hearted chuckle. "Oh, ha ha. I'm fine. I'm just dreading having to deal with him after such a long day at work."

You've told Yeonjun all about your hybrid woes--went into great detail lamenting about how the hybrid you'd recently saved from the shelter not only isn't grateful that you've fought to adopt him in the face of the shelter's own workers warning you about how terrible he is and how all his previous owners have relinquished him back within a month, but he's so nasty to you that you sometimes think he actually hates you.

Yeonjun frowns. "If he's that bad, why don't you just take him back to the shelter?"

Normally, you'd chew out any person who dares to so casually suggest relinquishing a hybrid as if they were a mere defective product that can be returned to the shop, but with how Beomgyu has made your life a living hell, you're ashamed to say that you're honestly considering it.

Before you can reply to Yeonjun, the door to your apartment swings open and a hand shoots out to grab your arm. You only have a second to glimpse up at Beomgyu's furious face before you're yanked into your apartment with the door being shut behind you.

"What the hell, Beomgyu?" You shout, shaking his hand off and go to open the door again. But you only manage to crack it open a tiny bit before Beomgyu slams it back closed with his hand.

You look up to glare at him but his own glare puts yours to shame. "Don't." That one word sends chills down your spine and you let go of the handle.

"Uhh, is everything okay?" You hear Yeonjun's voice call through the door and it ignites a fresh wave of fury in Beomgyu's eyes. His lips begin to curl up in a snarl and you quickly come to the conclusion that Beomgyu doesn't like Yeonjun being here and to diffuse this situation you need to make the latter leave. Not that you want to let Beomgyu get away with his ridiculous behavior but you know how territorial dogs can be and you'd rather this doesn't end in blood.

"Yeah, it's all good. Thanks for walking me home. I'll see you tomorrow, Yeonjun."

Even that small statement seems to rile Beomgyu up and you scoff.

"Are you sure?" Yeonjun calls out hesitantly.

"Yes, I am. Goodnight, Yeonjun."

"I..." He hesitates for a second then sighs. "Goodnight."

After you hear Yeonjun's footsteps fade away, you take a step back from the hybrid towering over you. "What the fuck was that about?"

He scoffs as if you're asking a ridiculous question. "What was that about? You've been coming home late for days, leaving me to wait up and worry like a damn lapdog for you, only to find out that you're late because you're whoring around with other men?"

If you weren't so shocked by the sudden absurd accusation coming from your fucking hybrid, you probably would've slapped him, but all you could muster out right now is half-shrieked, half-mortified exclamations. "What the fuck--how dare you--who gave you the right to talk to me like that? Have you lost your mind?"

"Yes, I have. I've clearly lost my mind because I thought you actually cared for me."

"Oh, that's rich coming from the guy who has taken any chance he got to make my life a living hell. I tried to be nice to you. I tried to make you feel welcome at my home. I took a chance on you against the warnings of everyone else and thought to myself 'Hey, he's probably just misunderstood. He just needs a safe, stable home in order to shed his hard exterior" and whenever you would return my kindness with malice, I would tell myself "He's been through a lot. Give him time. He'll warm up to you" but no, you turned out to be the asshole everyone else told me you are, and now you dare act like I've let you down by--what? Having my coworker walk me home to make sure I was safe?"

"You could've called me. I would've protected you much better than that bastard every could."

"Don't call him a bastard. He's my friend."

Beomgyu laughs mockingly. "He's not your friend. He just wants to get into your pants."

"You're insane." You throw your hands up in the air before storming towards your bedroom. You can't believe you're even having this conversation with your hybrid.

But Beomgyu isn't ready to give this up and he follows you into your bedroom. "Am I? You're forgetting I'm a hybrid. I could practically smell it on him."

"No, you're forgetting you're a hybrid. Why the fuck are you speaking to me as if you're my boyfriend and I'm cheating on you? Even if he wanted to fuck me, what's it to you? You're just a fucking pet. Did you think I would fuck you?"

The following silence is cracked by your sharp laugh that brings flaming mortification to his cheeks. "God, you did, didn't you?"

He bristles. "What's so funny about that?"

"The pup want to fuck his owner. How cute."

He charges at you and pushes you against the wall, but you press a hand to his chest and say firmly, "No. If you want this you're going to have to learn to be good."

If this is your ticket to finally getting the unruly hybrid under control then you're damn well gonna take it. Besides, he's hot as fuck so it's not like you're not gonna enjoy fucking him.

A muscle in his jaw ticks and for a second you think he'll rebel as always but then he takes his hand off the wall and steps back.

"Good boy." You sigh in relief before quickly composing yourself so as not to let any uncertainty show or you know he'll pounce on it. Beomgyu growls at the condescending praise but for once you don’t feel intimidated. "Strip."

He doesn't falter, unabashedly stripping and showing himself off to you. You guess you shouldn't be surprised. He's beautiful and he knows it but you can’t tell him that or he'll act out even more. So you just give him an unimpressed look.

"Stay." You tell him before going to your closet to pick something out. When Beomgyu sees what you come back with, his scowl is severe enough to have bowed you in the past, but not anymore.

"Hell no." He growls, eyeing the collar and leash in your hands disdainfully. Beomgyu has always hated them. He absolutely refused to wear them under any circumstances, which is exactly why you were doing this now. If he wants you, he's going to have to prove that he can obey commands.

"Then you can get dressed and go jack off in your room like you do every night."

He gives you a surprised look. "So you heard me?"

"Of course, you were not exactly being subtle. I just didn't know you were fantasizing about me." You snort, bringing the collar to his neck. "Now are you going to behave or do you want me to send you back to your room?"

His lips curl up at your condescending tone but he lets you fasten the collar around his neck nonetheless. The collar is a metal chocker typer of collar and the leash attached to it is made up of a sturdy chain. It's a fearsome set meant for a dangerous hybrid and that is precisely why you've been given them when you adopted Beomgyu. The staff at the shelter wanted you to have a way to control the unruly dog hybrid, but as soon as you got him home he bitched and complained until you took them off and then he wouldn't even accept the much softer, less menacing alternatives you offered him.

So seeing him submit and let you put this on sends a thrill down to your pussy which Beomgyu doesn't fail to notice. You don't mind though. If anything it makes him even more pliable as you pull on his leash and walk him towards the bed which you sit on as you stand him in front of you so your face was level with his cock.

"You're very excited, aren't you?" You tease, grabbing his cock and beginning to stroke it. "You really want to fuck me, huh?"

"Yes." He grunts, reaching out to hold your face but you snap at him, stopping your movement on his cock. "Keep your hands behind your back or I'll stop."

He grunts once again in annoyance but obeys, clasping his hands together behind his back.

"Good boy." You murmur, resuming your movement up and down his thick cock. "Didn't know you're capable of actually listening. All that was needed was the promise of a warm cunt. Guess none of your previous owners tried that out."

"I'm not an animal. I don't want to fuck just anyone." He replies, chagrined.

"Aw, so this is all for my benefit?" You coo, rewarding him with a particularly firm stroke.

"Yes." He admits tensely, clearly annoyed by your teasing. But fuck it, he deserves it. If he wasn't such an ass, you would've been way nicer to him in return.

"Good boy." You repeat those words that put him on edge. "For your honesty, I'll let you fuck me."

You let him get excited by the promise, let him dream about it for a minute, let him lose himself in the thought of your soft, welcoming pussy as his hips can't help but thrust in your grip as he imagines it's your cunt... before you reveal your evil intentions.

"If you can keep from cumming, that is." You grin, moving one of your hands to the base of his cock to stroke his shaft and the other to the head to twist around it, intensifying the pleasure you're giving him.

"Oh, fuck--" He groans, his head thrown back. You worry he hasn't even heard you, but a minute later he moves away with a gasp. "Stop. Stop."

"What? You don't like it?" You fake pout and he shakes his head heatedly. "Was close. Don't wanna cum if it's not in your pussy."

"Cute." You purr, then pull harshly at his leash to bring him back into your hands, cutting off his breathing for a second as the collar tightens around his throat. He gasps as the chain loosens up and he feels you pumping your hand up and down his cock, building his pleasure up again and enjoying the helpless moans he lets out. He's just so needy, isn't he?

"Feels good?" You coax, and he nods, sucking in a sharp breath when your hand slides over that sensitive spot on the underside of his dick.

"So good." He drools. "I'm so close. Please, stop."

"Please? That's a word I never thought I'd hear from you." You mock but stop nonetheless. When you see a bead of precum leaking from his tip, you lean forward to lick it off, swirling your tongue around his head after for good measure.

"Oh, please don't." He whimpers, almost folding onto himself at the feel of your wet tongue on his sensitive dick.

"You don't want me to suck you off?" You taunt, giving his slit a tiny teasing lick. "Don't want your cock in my warm, wet mouth?"

His cock jumps and leaks more, dribbling onto the floor. "Please." He whimpers.

"Please stop or please continue?" You ask mirthfully.

"Please have mercy." He says and you let out a loud laugh, moving your hand over his cock and starting the torture all over.

You can see his teeth grinding together, not letting anything out except small pitiful whimpers as he struggles not to spill his load into your coaxing hand.

"Oh, you poor pup." You purr, pulling on his leash to choke him out, forcing him to struggle for breath as you thumb at his red, swollen head. "That looks like it hurts, baby. Don't you want relief? Don't you just want to let go and paint my face with your seed?"

He lets out a wretched whine as he stares at you through heavy eyelids. "Need to fuck you. Let me mount you. I'll be good. I can be your good boy."

That pisses you off and you quicken your pace on his cock, knocking the breath out of him. "Why couldn't you be my good boy from the start?"

"Was scared." He gasps through the choker, "You were so nice to me but I knew better. I knew you would send me back like they always do. Didn't want to get attached--please stop!"

You're shocked by his honesty but his eyes are glazed over and he looks far gone. He's so fucked out he'd bare his neck just for you to fuck him.

"So you were treating me like shit because you liked me?" You quicken your pace on his cock, feeling how close he is as it twitches in your grip.

You felt sorry for him. You really did, but fuck did he drive you crazy this past month, and all because he wanted to reject you before you rejected him? "What was your end goal here? For me to send you back? Would that make you happy?"

He shakes his head harshly, gasping for air. "No! Don't send me back. I can be good, I promise. I can be your pretty docile pet to show off to your friends. I can fuck you to bed every night. I can protect you. I can be your good dog. Just please...please, stop--I'm sorry for acting out--haah--please--I'll be good--need you--no---no!" He cries out, stomach tensing and hips bucking forward as you take your hand away, but it's too late. He's cumming and he tries to chase the pleasure of it but you cruelly refuse to give it to him, letting him succumb to the agony of a ruined orgasm.

His knees buckle under him and he falls to the floor, causing the leash to loosen and allowing him to breathe easily. He takes big gulps of air as his body shakes and cold sweat pours down his body, matting his long hair and sticking it to his face and neck.

"Oh god--" He pants, eyes still hazy and dick painfully red. He tentatively reaches forward, holding onto your legs for stability. "Please... don't leave me like this."

"You want me?" You ask, cradling his face, your question holding a clear double meaning. He needs to drop the act. He needs to own up to his feelings instead of hiding behind the hurtful facade.

"Yes." He nuzzles into your touch and you reward him with a caress to his overheated cheek and a kiss to his forehead. "Are you ready to prove yourself to me?"

He nods again, eyes shining in adoration as he stares at you.

"Aw, how docile. Who knew it would be this easy to tame you." You coo, pressing your thumb into this mouth and forcing his jaw open. "Stick your tongue out for me, pup."

He does without question, and you lean forward, opening your own mouth and letting some of your spit fall onto his waiting tongue. "Swallow."

He obeys, pulling his tongue in and swallowing your spit before he sticks his tongue back out again, ready for more or whatever else you might wish to do with him.

#txt smut #beomgyu smut #hybrid smut #sub!idol #dom!reader

[haechurch]

thirst.

that's how you feel about this guy. he's making you... thirsty.

inspired from thirsty by aespa. (you guys might dont think thirsty by aespa as what i am thinking... its actually a tHIRST SONG. a song that is about *THIRST*)

w. blowjob, pussy eating, slapping, pet names, cum slut rdr!!! breeding kink, hint of catching feelings maybe, idk but it might sound so horny and dirty, unprotected sex, just minors dni

he's making you thirsty. so when he gave in for the first time (or is it you? you do not recall) he keeps making you come back for more, it haunts you like crazy and eventually you can't endure the torture anymore, like a vampire who's been fed by blood, you hunt for another unless you die.

I'm knocking on you again

The sight gently swaying on the sparkling water surface every day

you are roommates. the idea of getting a life under the same roof with some random boy concerns you for the first time, but now you definitely thank heavens. because damn, he's fine af. every morning he would cook his own eggs, brew his own coffee.. with low training pants hanging dearly around his hips, messy black hair, glasses, and every time he wore that plain white t-shirt. how can be a shirt making someone look like that. hot. he's fucking hot.

his body proportion is a perfection you would say, never you saw someone built like that before, and you convince that god indeed has a favorite. a man who got to be looking so fine in just a white plain fucking t-shirt.

it hugged his torso perfectly. when he's doing his thing in the kitchen, his back deliciously on display while you sit on the dining table which is placed in front of the kitchen counter and it's not exaggerated to be said that it is a perfect spot to appreciate the view, just as you meant to be.

you can't help but stare and stare, unconsciously nipping, licking, and pressing your lips together, sighing then coughing when you found yourself not quiet enough to cover your act of drooling, and one thing you can't help so badly is pressing your thighs together under the table, aggressively.

he wouldn't know.

until one night he heard you getting off when you believe he left the house and you thought you heard him that he's gonna come back late. but he didn't.

the thing is, you do believe he's not home when you finished your business and get out of your room, lights even from the kitchen were off, but then you suddenly hear a deep voice coming from his unlocked space.

"having fun?"

"fuck! what the hell?!?" you jumped as you clutched on your chest, utterly shocked. he sits on the edge of his bed which can be seen as the doors open. the shit eating grin on his face got your heartbeat running even faster.

"the fuck were you doing? how long have you been there??" you trying to be sounds normal and honestly you thought you did a great job. except for the fact the he's been there. all the time.

"who would've thought the girl that has been acting all shy and quiet..."

he pause and gesturing some random swirls with his fingers in the air before he continue, "..is actually a beast."

you rolled your eyes, "what do you mean?"

"you know what i mean, don't acting all innocent now i heard you."

"so? i'm just having my time it's none of your business seriously. you're exaggerating things."

"oh? so you're touching yourself with the thought of me was exaggerating? do you even realize how loud you were? i almost barging into your room to help you out when you call my name but i decided to give you respect.." your face flushed, he's eyeing you from head to toe as he wet his lips, ".. for your personal space,"

"haha so thoughtful" you cleared your throat then rolled another eye, arms folded sternly.

"you're so irresistible... always thought that you never want me.." he get up from his bed and walking straight to where you stand and you thoughtlessly unfold your arms guardless when he stand this close to your body.

"such a pretty girl.. wearing this thin tank top with nothing underneath but shorts? tsk."

he grab at your hand and bring your fingers in front of his face, nosing at your fingers, the right fingers you use for getting yourself off, and inhales sharply before he took it to his mouth to suck.

"what the fuck...?" you gasp at his act, face contorted in disgust, but to be honest, made you turn on at the same time.

"i should've known this sooner... never thought that you're gonna be so... slutty."

even though he wasn't the type that aggressively makes move. you were so stupid to think that he's just as shy as you, and dull, but as today happens you have to acknowledge that he's just good at holding back. and that with much respect, as he was saying. even so, the way he behave tonight.. you couldn't be more aroused. can't believe you two keep your hands off each other just to know that both of you are actually desperate to fuck each other.

The more I touch you, the more thirsty

I'm sure it's full, but I'm thirsty (Yeah I gotcha' boy)

his hands are currently all over your body. inviting him to your room is a big big mistake. from considering to be a sweet hearted kind of guy and help you folding your laundry, you have your legs being folded instead as he eat you out messily. so messy that the sound of slurping and your juices make you cringe. but damn it feels so good, he do it so right it leaves you blabbering nonsense you didn't know you let out. you squeeze your thighs together and pull on his hair, hip lifted so high onto his face to press your own pleasure cause it feels too much, but too good.

it's been a while since he caught you on the other day, and it's always him giving you head and not vice versa. he sensed that you don't want to do the same thing and didn't ask about it either, in fact, he's pretty content that he can have his way with you and eat you out gladly whenever he desires. but it's just the fact that you're actually holding back.

you want him. you want to suck on those dick that god knows he's beyond hard after when he had his way with you, but the thought of getting addicted to him already makes you unsettled. what if you become like, dependent? or what if you keep looking for him because you always wanted a taste? what if you liked him? it's the same as playing with drugs, it's so tempting that the moment you got a taste, you'll be addicted. need more, and more, more of him.

it's morning again. him with his pieces of clothing and standing behind the counter where he can see you clearly. you're sitting on the sofa in the living room which faces directly at the kitchen. he may look busy doing his thing, but he won't miss the way you look at him like a starving woman. you're staring so hard. staring at his crotch, in fact. you're so lost that you miss the way his eyes watching you, smirking in amusement like he knows exactly what you were thinking.

"angel."

you twitched at his remark, nearly dropping your bowl at the moment.

"i know you want me." he's straight to the point. it makes you bewildered that you let your mouth open and close with no words to let out.

now it feels so much harder to resist him. you can't hold on any longer.

"c'mere." you know he's controlling you. and you know you wouldn't disobey him for once. so you get up with a huff pretending that you don't like any of the ideas in his head right now and making a beeline to stand in front of him.

"what do you want?" you shifted on one leg and tried to act calm, and you do. but he won't fall for that. he already feels you. feels your need.

"what do you want?" he asked you the same question, his tone stern but his voice delicate.

"i-i don't-"

he cut you off by catching your lips on his, and as he did that, you close your eyes, already submitted. you moan to the kiss as he started to grope your ass, using his tongue to lap all over your mouth in a heated make out session. after feels like hours you broke the kiss, and he stare at your fucked out face before he harshly pushed you on your knees and started to pull down his joggers, his hard on on full display.

he stroke his length slowly as he let out a low groan while staring down at you, you couldn't be more wet. your mouth agape, the need for tasting him is so strong you're losing your mind. on all four, you crawl closer to him and hesitantly replace his own hand on his cock with yours. it's so hard that the image of him being aroused because of you makes you tingle. your grip is strong on his cock, and you squeeze it deliciously, making him growl.

you kiss the tip, basically teasing both of yourselves, before finally sucking on his blunt like a lollipop. you keep doing the suction, then give a handful of his balls a massage while you let go of the tip and start pressing kisses along his shaft. he reacts so well it makes you excited, pussy already drenched with arousal. you take half of his shaft onto your mouth, proceeding to bob your head up and down, cheeks hollowed and tongue gliding under his shaft, you do this for a while before taking all of him in the back of your throat, which makes you gag a little. he hissed and his head thrown back, both of his hands grabbed at the back of your head sternly, pinning you down his length you hardly move.

"fuck. i knew you'd be good at this. good for nothing but chokes on a cock, huh? you feel so fucking good, so fucking spoiled, aren't you? why don't you tell me you're my cock slut, hm?"

of course you can't tell a fucking thing. mouth is full of dick, good for nothing but being stuffed by his cock. and you love it so much it gave you shivers. you hummed bringing vibration down his cock which makes him let another groans, then he started to fuck himself on your throat. he let go of his hands from the back of your head and pulling his length out before thrusting, he quickly find his pace and face fuck you in a steady pace, bringing your hair in a ponytail as a nice grip.

you already know that since then, the things between you two would just bring another sweet disaster.

Sip, sip, sip, it all night

Dip, dip, dip, it all night

before sleeping, on the midnights when both of you are still awake, in the morning, when you are sick from the assignments, while cooking lunch in the kitchen, when he says he's horny, even after working out, you'll gladly give him head. every time, anywhere.

you're addicted. it's started concerning you if it's fucking normal to do a blowjob like it's some kind of routine.

you love his load. you'll gladly devour every drop of his spurt without him asking you to. even if your mouth is full of his cum, it's still not enough. when you swallow it down your throat, you still feel thirsty.

So thirsty thirsty thirsty

Drench me with your heart hidden deep in the water

you fuck for the first time that night. watching movies with a guy best friend who's been doing things with you is most likely leading to something more, which is kinda terrifies you. but fuck it, you both know that you're already far from crossing the line.

"you're so pretty." he whispered in your ear, his hands all over your torso, groping and kneading your tits. you squirm from his touch and throw your head on his shoulder, body resting comfortably on his lap. your bare back feels warm against his chest, you can feel his clothed dick keeps poking you from behind. he kisses your jaw, neck, shoulder, collarbone, then down to your spine it makes you shiver. he grab your hips to lift you up and bend you over on all four, before eating you out from behind. your back arched like a cat, face buried into the sofa pillow, muffled your own moan, hands squeezed into each other so tight.

"oh, fuck. so so good, please don't stop-" you managed to mumble, his grip on your thighs so strong, one hand kneading your cheek and slap it hard. you moan at the feelings, panting like crazy, drool all over the pillow under you as he eating you out expertly, licking from the bottom all the way to the top to suck on your clit, fat tongue sliding against your folds like he's devouring an ice cream, he spits, giving open mouthed kisses all over your pussy, fucking your hole as deep as possible with his wet muscle with purpose.

"fuck i'm so close. can you please hurry u-"

he slapped your cunt making you gasp and jolt. "what is it angel?"

"make me cum,"

"only good girls can cum. are you a good girl? my good girl?"

you dropped your head on the pillow, feeling frustrated cause this time, you desperately wanted to be fucked, hard.

"yes, i am your good girl. please, just please, fuck me,"

that's it. it's smoothly rolled off your lips. he's giving a pause for a moment at your comment, before you hear a rustle behind you, you're looking over your shoulder and he's already taking off his bottoms, leaving him as naked as you are.

"pretty girl, you're gonna be the death of me," he's stroking his dick in slow motion, the head is hitting your entrance making you arch your back even more, begging in silence to be fucked.

"shit, you're so fucking wet." he's lining his cock on your opening, teasing his own length between your very drenched folds, and it makes you whine.

he slapped your cheeks again, "beg," he said. "beg for it."

you feels like crying when you beg him, "fuck me. please,"

Yeah I keep getting greedy

Telling me that you probably too

both of you never spent nights together until morning in one room. being fucked stupid by your roommate was never been on your wishlist, but it's not that bad.

"fuck me. please,"

your tone was so desperate it mortifies you, but you don't even care anymore, you want him, so fucking much. he might want you as much as you want him, and you do want to believe that.

he's slowly bottoming up when both of you groan in unison. he's so big, you feel full, and you love the feeling. hands on your hips, almost clawing when he piston his cock in and out of you. you're a moaning mess, he then pull at your hair to yank your head up, back touching his torso while he fucks you precisely from behind.

"you're so sweet and tight. i love it." he nibbles and grunts in your ear, his voice is so sexy you're beyond turned on.

"want to... want to see your face..." you said in a tiny voice and he move quickly to grant your wish. he pulls out and carry you to move into his bed, then plop you onto the sheets.

you suddenly feel embarrassed, hands buckle up covering your chest. he chuckled when he find you were so vulnerable. like a lost little pup. fucking cute.

"acting shy just now?" he's hovering over you, parting your legs apart and sliding into your waiting hole once more. you gasp and arch your neck, he swiftly kiss and sucks on your exposed skin to leave red marks. you sigh in bliss, his mouth on you feels so right, him making you full and complete, you couldn't be more in joy.

he kiss you one more time on the mouth and thrust at a quick pace above you, eyes staring at you with lust and admiration. he's so pretty with his hair sticking all over his forehead, sweat covering his muscular body, glistening under the lights. he's so sexy.

"come with me, yeah? i want you to come with me." he demands. you nod your head and shut your eyes tightly, moaning into oblivion when he start to play with your clit and you explode right away. he's moaning with you when you squeeze him so firmly, his pace erratically fast as he easily glides in and out, drenched pussy and skin to skin clapping can be heard all over the room.

"just come in me." you cup his face and look him in the eyes, almost lovingly, and you whispered to him that made him cum immediately,

"i want you to fill me up, so full it's overflowing. plant babies in me."

only hard breathing and groan are heard inside of this room. it's not long after you two continue in bed, but the room is already steamy and smells like sex.

"not enough," you speak, more like mumbling to yourself.

"what?" he remarked.

"i said," you smile wholeheartedly at him, and come closer to his ear.

"i want all of your cum in me until my pussy has already taken all the remaining space for it."

Yes, I'm thirsty when I see you

#dang #i dont know #i guess im imagining all of my favs while making this #🤒 #cries #nct smut #nct hard hours #nct imagines #nct scenarios #jeno smut #haechan smut #jaemin smut #mark smut #mark lee smut #ngl theyre fuckin suits #throwing hands im not sorry #i cant picK #nct x reader #nct dream smut #nct fic #kpop smut #nct 127 smut #nct drabbles #kpop fic #jaemin scenarios #mark lee scenarios #jeno scenarios #haechan scenarios #also #milkshake by red velvet is giving the same.. vibe

[apomaro-mellow]

From this post about Eddie controlling the demobats

When Eddie returned, so did the bats. In a great blast of cracking concrete and flapping wings, they emerged like a storm right in the middle of main street. The people of Hawkins, who were still getting over the earthquake, had run inside every nearest building, waiting for the revenge of the man they had hunted down.

Eddie had simply taken one long look at their cowering faces through the windows, and then walked off. The horde of bats followed closely behind him. They were still just as menacing in the daylight but they never strayed to pick off a helpless human.

So Eddie was back. Good news!

The bats were also top side. Bad news?

Eddie had control over them. Definitely good news.

It was an odd arrangement. It was made less odd by the fact that Eddie didn’t bring them absolutely everywhere. They mostly stayed in a dark cave unless called upon.

At least at first.

It started with small things. These were wild, territorial things and they never backed down or deferred to anyone who wasn’t Eddie. Except for Steve. Eddie had been sitting on a park bench, tossing some food to the geese who dared to get near. The demobats were perched next to him and around his feet, at least a dozen. They were immovable. But as Steve walked up and drew near, they parted and cleared a space for him.

He had staunchly refused to be around the bats at first. He never wanted to give them a taste again. It appeared his worries were for nothing. Because they hadn’t touched him once.

“Do you think they think I’m gross?”, Steve asked as he tossed to the birds. “I mean, they chomped us both up but they obviously like you better.”

“Why? Is the king jealous?”, Eddie teased, flashing his fangs in a grin.

“I’m just saying you’d think they’d have better taste. No offense, but I’m basically prime rib and you’re just some beef jerky.”

Eddie scoffed in offense despite Steve saying no offence. “Robin is right, you’re a total meat head sometimes. Tell me Steve, when you’re on an hours long road trip and need somethin’ to keep you going, do you just fork a whole steak while driving? Or do you stop at a 7-Eleven for a Slim Jim?”

“You’re just proving my point at how slender you are compared to me.”

While he and Steve traded barbs it would’ve been clear to anyone who made the connection between Eddie and the bats that he wasn’t offended at all. But no one had made the connection yet.

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It was one of those days where a bunch of things had simply lined up and everyone was in the same place. Hopper was fixing his car with the help of Jonathan, Mike, and Max. Joyce was merrily cleaning the house and even rearranging the furniture with the assistance of El, Steve, and Eddie. Robin, Dustin, and Erica were posing for a painting outside for Will. Argyle and Lucas were sitting on the porch, talking about California.

As usual, Eddie’s command for the bats was to stay in the cave. Even if the others knew they wouldn’t be attacked, they still didn’t feel totally comfortable with them around. But throughout the day, a few at a time had appeared, making the roof their perch.

“Should we be worried about those?”, Argyle asked, pointing towards the sky.

Hopper looked up from the hood and let out an exasperated sigh. “If they cause trouble we can handle ‘em. Mike, oil.”

Eddie looked out the window and cursed under his breath, making El pause as she moved the couch.

“It’s fine. Nothing. I guess I’d get stir crazy in a cave all day too. Aren’t bats supposed to be nocturnal?”

“They’re not exactly normal bats”, Steve grunted as he pushed the fridge into its new position.

Eddie bit his lip as he watched the way his arm flexed a little and right then a demobat face planted into the kitchen window.

Joyce whipped her head. “What was that?”

“Nothing!”, Eddie rushed to cover his tracks. “There’s always one that’s a little uh, new to their wings, you know?”

Their need to follow Eddie was beginning to be a problem. Because they only seemed to disobey when he was with Steve. When Eddie was by himself, they stayed put. But the moment Harrington was in the picture, these little monster shits had to be there. And if anyone ever realized that, his cover would be blown.

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Eddie thought he’d been keeping a good handle on things all considered. That is until one bat decided to have a personal vendetta against him. Eddie had been calm, cool, and collected while he and Steve hung out by the quarry. A couple of bats had joined them as usual. But Eddie kept a straight face about it.

And then their bull session turned to serious talk. About what the future held for them after this. About how they’d never be able to leave this town. About how it felt like no one would need them.

Eddie was quick to shoot down that part for Steve. This man was like the air he breathed and if there was ever a day that Steve wasn’t in the world, that would be it for him. That’s not what he said though.

“People need you more than you think. Just cause we don’t say it, doesn’t mean we’re not thinking it.”

“Dude, we’re about a six pack in, too many negatives.”

“I’m saying we all want you here. Even if we don’t need you to hold our hand, isn’t that enough?”

Steve’s eyes softened. “They need you too. I can’t even describe how they all-how we were while you were gone. We need you just as much Eddie.”

And then one of the bats, those traitorous bats, sidled right up to Steve and nuzzled its ugly little head into Steve’s side like a pitiful dog and Eddie could’ve cried. At least he did internally.

‘Noooooooooooooooooooooooooo what are you doiiiiiiiiiiing????’

Steve was visibily nervous at first because that was the same area he’d been eaten but the bat didn’t put its mouth anywhere near and simply rubbed its cheek to his torso.

“Hey, hehe”, he laughed a little when it was clear he wasn’t being attacked. “I think they like me now.”

“You don’t say”, Eddie breathed out in a strained, punched out voice.

That incident was enough for Eddie to have a heart to heart with his group of followers. He paced around the mouth of the cave while the bats sat on the ground at attention.

“Okay, here’s the deal guys. You can’t keep stalking Steve like this. I get it, trust me. But if people start to catch on to what I’m feeling because you guys keep. Making. It. Obvious. Then we’ve got an angry mob on our hands again.”

Eddie felt like he was talking to a pack of puppies because that’s exactly how they looked right now and didn’t these things kill him before? He couldn’t believe he’d ever been afraid of them.

The talk did nothing though. They still left the cave in the middle of the day to find him and Steve together and were getting more and more affectionate as the days went by.

And somehow Steve just got more comfortable with it. Nancy had them in her garage, teaching the two of them how to clean a gun and a demobat was honest to god (was there a god up there? If there was, he was getting his giggles in) snuggling up in Steve’s hair. In his hair! The crown that Eddie dared not touch. He had never been more jealous or mortified.

“Those things really like you Steve”, Nancy mentioned.

Eddie was mentally begging her to not be a sleuth for once.

“I think they’re just realizing which of us would’ve been the better boss based on flavor.”

“On the flavor?”, Eddie and Nancy deadpanned in unison, also giving him twin looks of judgement.

“Nancy how you’d ever date this guy? It’s like he’s got beef for brains.”

Nancy shrugged. “I guess I’m just a little carnivorous. I think we’ve got that in common”, she said, giving Eddie a meaningful look.

Outwardly, his throat bobbed. Inwardly, he was screaming from the edge of a cliff. Still his feelings for Steve trumped any panic that Nancy Wheeler might know his feelings because the demobat just burrowed deeper in his hair.

Eddie cleared his throat. “Yeah”, he admitted. “I’m pretty carnivorous. Maybe a little too much. That bother you?”

Nancy shook her head quickly. “To tell you the truth...I might be....”, she hesitated on the words. “Going vegetarian.”

Eddie’s eyebrows shot up while Steve was on another page entirely.

“Vegetarian? Nancy you’ll never survive in this town, everyone cooks with bacon grease or lard.”

“Well it’s more like, I’m omnivorous but I might be trying to add more vegetables to my diet”, she amended. “Does that bother you Eddie?”

“I’m in no position to argue Big Wheel. I’ve been circling your steak like a vulture.”

“I haven’t looked at that steak in ages. You can have it. Not that you need my permission.”

“I get the feeling you guys aren’t talking about food anymore”, Steve said.

And Eddie just couldn’t resist that confused face Steve made. But the moment wasn’t right to reveal his and Nancy’s ahem, dietary preferences. So he just patted him on the shoulder.

“We just agree with the bats man. You’re pretty tasty. Even if not all of us are getting bites in anymore.”

“Oh that reminds me”, Steve said. “We weren't able to get you a blood bag. I kinda dropped the ball. So tonight you can just drink of me.”

At least five bats descended and inched their way towards Steve like desperately hungry animals and Eddie had to stop them in their place.

“Looks like steak’s on the menu tonight”, Nancy commented.

Part 2

#apo writes #fanfiction #stranger things #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #kas!eddie

[cozage]

The Daughter's Return Part 3

Chapter 15: House Arrest

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You couldn’t look at your father. You knew he was waiting for you to look him in the eye, but you couldn’t. You were afraid you’d be stuck there forever in a stalemate. 

And then he bent down and wrapped his arms around you, and pulled you in for an embrace. 

“I know you’ve been through a lot recently,” his voice was low and comforting. “And I believe you did everything with the best intentions. So raise your head, and let’s talk.”

He pulled away from you and walked back to his office, you and Marco following closely behind him. 

When you entered the room, you found Whitey waiting for you, and she gave you a smile and a small wave. Her eyes held many questions, but she didn’t dare ask them here. 

It was just the four of you in there. You weren’t sure where the other commanders were, but they hadn’t even been on the deck to greet you. That was fine with you, you didn’t need added shame to what you already felt. 

“Let’s start from the beginning,” your father said. 

“We heard reports of Teach heading to Paradise, so we-“

“No,” he interrupted, pointing to your torso. “That beginning.”

You blushed. For a moment you had forgotten about the baby. 

“What do you want to know?” You asked. You weren’t about to give up information voluntarily. 

“How far along are you?” Your father asked. “When did you know? Who else knows?”

“I think a little over four months now,” you said. It was hard to keep track. “I haven’t had an appointment in a while, so-“

“You went to clinics?” Your father’s eyes darted to Marco and then back to you. “Which ones?”

You gave a nervous laugh. “Yes we went to clinics. I was throwing up everything I ate and then some.”

“So there are records,” Marco said softly. 

“I always used a fake name.”

Your father stared at you intensely. “Which clinics? Do you remember the doctors?”

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat. This was starting to feel more like an interrogation than a simple chat. You had expected some heat, but this was starting to get a bit much. 

“Why does it matter?” You asked. 

“Because,” your father said. “Anyone who knows about this is a risk. A big one.”

You scowled. “Shanks said something similar,” you muttered softly, more to yourself than anyone else. 

“Shanks knows?” Your father asked, and you nodded, which sparked a string of curses to fall from his mouth. 

“What the hell have you been up to in the last month?” Marco asked, looking at you with concern. 

“What’s the big deal?” You asked. You were starting to get irritated with everyone’s overreaction with every little thing. 

“That baby will never be safe if people know its heritage,” your father said. 

“Everyone knows I’m a Newgate! And I can’t exactly hide out for six more months and then come back with a newborn I ‘adopted’!”

Marco sighed. “It is Ace’s, ri-?”

“Marco!” You were infuriated he’d even think anything else. “Of course it is!”

“Okay!” Marco held his hand up in apology. “Sorry!”

“This is bad,” your father said, his eyes on your belly. “The timing couldn’t be worse.”

Tears pricked at your eyes. “I didn’t plan this, dad! I didn’t plan any of this!”

“I should’ve never let you leave this ship,” he said, shaking his head. “Now tell me where you visited clinics. We need to erase any proof you were there.”

“What are you going to do?” You asked. “They don’t know-“

“Nobody can ever know!” Your father roared. “You will die if that information ever gets out. The Navy will never stop. Never!”

“What’s the big deal?!” You screamed back. “I’m a Newgate, everybody already knows that!  The Navy will never leave me alone anyway! Just-“

“This isn’t about you!” He yelled back. His haki washed over you in waves, and you knew he was hiding something. 

Normally, his show of force didn’t bother you much. But between the baby and the sea prism, it overwhelmed you, and you fell to your knees. 

“Stop!” You screamed, tucking into a fetal position in pain. “Please stop!”

You didn’t plead often, and your father stiffened at your words. Instantly, the power receded. But you could still feel the effects tingling across your skin. 

“This isn’t about you,” your father said again, shaking his head. His voice was thick with tears.

“Pops.“ Marco interrupted. “I don’t think-“

But your father ignored Marco’s warning and continued. 

“It’s about Ace.”

“Ace?” You asked, lifting your head up slightly. You were still dazed from his haki and weren’t sure you heard him right. 

“I guess he never told you. Can’t blame him though, after I specifically asked him not to.” 

Your fathers words only confused you more. 

“Pops?” You stood up, your knees still wobbling slightly. “What are you talking about?”

“Ace is Gol Roger’s son.”

It took a moment to process what he had said. A part of you wasn’t shocked. You had known that Ace hated his father and never liked to talk about it. And yet he always seemed to understand how you felt, weighed down by living in the shadow of a powerhouse for a father. 

“I see,” you whispered, thinking back to all of the things he had said about his parents. 

Whitebeard raised his eyebrow at you, surprised by your response. 

“You don’t seem surprised,” he said. 

“I’m not.”

Marco looked at you, shocked. “You’re not?”

You shook your head. “He’s always been weird about his birth parents. I knew I needed one little piece to connect it all, and now everything makes sense.”

“So now you understand what kind of risk you’re at if the Navy finds out,” your father said. “You understand why I can’t allow you to partake in this rescue mission.”

“What?” You hissed. “No, I have to! You need all the help you can get. You can’t just keep me locked up!”

“You will not be much help in your current state,” your father said. “Use of strong and targeted Haki will knock you out. You can barely perform devil fruit abilities. You’d be more of a risk than an asset.”

You knew he was right, but the words stung. Your ability had become significantly weaker, especially over the last month. But that didn’t matter. Even weakened, you were still stronger than half the people on the ship. 

“Give me swords. I learned how to wield them in Wano.” Anything to get you on that battlefield. Anything to get you closer to Ace. 

“Absolutely not,” Marco snapped, before your father could even respond. “You’re pregnant. Even if you think it’s not a big deal, it is. We’re not putting you on a battlefield. You need checkups and rest, not sword fights and enemies.”

“Marco! That's not-“

“You may assist with the strategy leading up to it,” your father said. “During the battle, you will stay on the ship and help adjust the strategy as needed. That is all I will allow. Do not ask for more, or I will revoke it all.

“I’m placing you under Marco’s command until further notice. You will do everything Marco tells you to, and you will not complain. When Marco tells you to report for a checkup, you will do so without any nonsense. When he tells you to take medicine, you will not object. When he tells you to stop working, you will follow his orders. Is that understood?”

You could tell by his voice, there was no point in arguing. He had thought this through. And honestly, it felt like a better alternative than being thrown in a cell for a week, not knowing what was happening outside. 

“Yes sir,” you whispered. You blinked away tears, afraid of what the future would hold. 

“Do not let your spirit break yet,” your father said. “We have much to do, and if all goes well, we can pretend that this never happened.” 

But things in the pirate world never went according to plan.

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[h3arts4harry]

-Bubble Bath-

This is my first fanfic I've actually finished writing lol, let me know if there's anything i can improve on.

warnings: fluff, angry parents, mentions of alcohol, suggestive?, kissing, sharing baths, mentions of y/n, NO SMUT

summary: y/n goes to Chris for comfort after an argument with her parents.

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Chris Sturniolo x y/n Best friends to lovers Based in their LA home Loosely based on a dream i had lol y/n - your name n/n - nickname

orange- Chris blue- Matt purple- Nick red- y/n green- y/n's dad pink- y/n's mum

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Our mums being best friends since the start of high school, i grew up with the boys, them being only a couple months older. When we were younger we were always together, whether it was playing at the park, fighting over little things, sharing baths, constant sleepovers, and pranking everyone and each other. They were always there for me growing up, like when my pet hamster died, through friendship breakups, getting fucked over by boys, and arguments with my parents, and i was always there for them too, supporting them through school, with their mental health, growing their YouTube and everything in between. Me and Chris were always the closest, obviously Nick and Matt were my best friends, they were like my brothers, but it was different with Chris somehow.

I was about to leave for the boys house, to have a sleepover like we usually do every weekend, but this time i just got into a huge argument with my parents on my way out about school and my grades not being good enough. Chris knows about my struggles in school, and my anxiety struggles, and he really helps me. When we were around 14, i told him bout how much bubble baths would help me relax. Every time something happened, we would get into our bathing suits and just sit in a bubble bath and talk about anything and everything.

I walk into their house and slowly walk up the stairs with red eyes and tear stained cheeks, Chris sees me from the the couch and runs up to me, he immediately brings me into a hug "oh my god y/n are you okay?" i sniffle dropping my bag, hugging him around his waist, he looks down at me and tilts his head "n/n?" i look up at him with glossy eyes "I'm fine, its just my parents" i mumbled, he brings me into a tighter hug for a moment before grabbing my bag and taking my hand dragging me downstairs into his room.

I sit on his bed, leaning against the headboard, watching as he sets my bag down on the floor next to his bed, and walks into his bathroom. I scroll through Instagram until i see him walk back into his room, opening his closet grabbing his swim shorts and handing me my swimsuit i had left there. "what's this for?" i question looking up at him with furrowed eyebrows, he tilts his head slightly with a gentle smile as i start to realize, biting my bottom lip to stop a giddy smile. He walks to the bathroom to change while i change in his room. I over to the bathroom "Chris?" i spoke quietly with a slight raspy voice. He opens to door to a dimly lit room with a steamy bubble bath "Chris" i say under my breath, he looks over to me "hmm?" i look up to him with a smile "thank you" i walk over to the bath about to step in "i cant believe we haven't done this since we were 16" i then step in, Chris chuckles as my breath hitches, feeling the heat of the water touch my leg.

"So you wanna talk about it" Chris asks as he sits down in the tub, "i guess so" i sigh looking down, fiddling with the bubbles. I take in a breath, an look at the boy in front of me, "So i was about to leave to come over, as normal'

"y/n can you come to kitchen please" my mum yells from the other room, i walk in to see my mum holding a full glass of red wine while my dad is sat on the stool by the island looking at his phone. "hi?" i slowly step into the room leaning against the doorway, both parents look up to me, my dads face full of disappointment, my heart drops, racking my brain for anything i could of done, "we have received an email about your grades, you need to improve them immediately, its simply not good enough, me and your father are working our asses of trying to provide for you and keep a roof over your head, the very least you can do is actually put in effort at school" i take in a deep breath before speaking "i-" my dad cuts me off "i don't want to hear any of your bullshit excuses, about anxiety or your fake online struggles that social media create. you need to be getting As and Bs, this is unacceptable. if you don't get your grades up i will stop letting you see the boys everyday and i will be taking away your devices when you get home so you can focus on studying" "dad please I'm really trying at school, you don't understand-" i quickly spoke trying to get my point across while tears start to form in my eyes but its like i could see my words going over his head "here comes the water works" my mother mumbles, taking another sip of her wine "who are you talking to like that young lady, you forget i am your father and you are the child. i understand perfectly, that you are an ungrateful shit who doesn't appreciate what me and your mother do for this house, and you can stop the fake tears we know your manipulative games" i let out a frustrated sigh at my fathers ignorance, i look over to my mum, with tears falling down my face, biting my bottom lip to stop the sobs, she is just stood there, agreeing with my dad. "you need to do better y/n" my mother finishes. i nod in defeat and turn around, running out the door grabbing my bag on the way.

I look up to Chris who is looking down at me, sadness covers his face, "but its fine, i just have to try more i guess" i mumble looking back down at the bubbly water. "no y/n that's not fine, i know how much you try at school, you put more effort in than me nick and matt combined, the amount of pressure they put on you is not okay in the slightest" i sniffle, and he sees a tear falls down my cheek, bringing me into a hug, i immediately feel comforted and small butterflies form in my stomach, sure me and Chris have cuddled before watching movies and stuff but this feels different.

Me and Chris talk until the water goes cold, i look around the bathroom and there is no towels "Chris are you stupid?" i laugh a little, he looks at me confused "there's no towels u dumbass" i continue, stating the obvious, "oh shit wait ill run upstairs quickly" he stands up quickly, i grab his hand "Chris you're gonna drip water everywhere" i look at him slightly shivering, wrapping my arms around myself to try contain my body heat. "shit" he says under his breath, he grabs his phone, starts typing, rolls his eyes, typing again, "Matts coming down with towels" he states as he looks back down at me, i nod in reply, we carry on talking waiting for Matt.

There's a knock at the door, it opens before me or Chris can say anything, and Matt walks in with his hand over his eyes, "Matt what the fuck are you doing?" Chris questions taking the towels from him passing one to me while wrapping the other around himself. "Thanks" i say quietly, "you guys are so weird, still taking baths together like you're four" i roll my eyes, stepping out of the cold water, "its a comfort thing Matt" Chris states blankly, exiting the bathroom, i quickly follow behind him with Matt trailing behind me. i bend over picking up my bag to get my pjs when Chris chucks one of tops at me making me take a step forward to balance myself "Chris what the fuck" i laugh out, hitting him once with the top he threw at me, "wear it dumbass", i roll my eyes pulling the shirt over my head, searching for my shorts in my bag "fuck" i curse under my breath "what's up" Chris raises an eyebrow turning towards me, "i fucking forgot my shorts" i spat annoyed at my forgetfulness, i then get hit with a pair of boxer shorts, "here, all my shorts are in the wash and i know you don't like wearing trousers in bed" he walks over and sits on the bed, leaning against of the headboard, "thanks" i mumble pulling on the boxers. i walk over and lay next to Chris, who's scrolling on TikTok, i face his phone and watch with him.

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After an hour or so, a text pops down from Matt;

Bernard😎🥶 yo u ready to film a vid? y/n can come too if she wants Chrissy be down in 5

"Do you wanna join the car vid?" Chris asks turning to me, i stay silent for a moment, shaking my head "ill just watch a movie or something". I stand up following Chris upstairs, the 2 older brothers look me up and down then turn to each other exchanging looks with faint smiles on their faces. I look up to Chris with a confused expression, to which he nods at what I'm wearing, i look down at myself remembering I'm wearing one of Chris' shirts which falls down to halfway down my thighs and his boxer shorts which cant even be seen. i cover my face with my hands hearing the boys giggle around me, then walk to the couch, grabbing a throw blanket from their basket. I turn on the tv putting on my favourite show as the boys go to leave to film, "we wont be long y/n" matt walks down the stairs to the door, nick follows "bye n/nnnn" dragging out the end letter, Chris then quickly runs up to me giving me a hug, then back to the stairs "see you later n/n" as he descends down the stairs, i hear the door shut and play my show, after a few episodes i end up falling asleep.

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"n/n, wake up" i wake to Chris gently shaking me, i flutter open my eyes "too tired" i croak, still half asleep, "c'mon n/n, lets get you to bed" Chris wraps one of his arms around my waist and the other under my legs, picking me up, i wrap my arms around his neck, snuggling into him. He takes me downstairs and places me onto my side of his bed, and lays next to me, i turn and face him, barely awake, moving into his side, he wraps his arm around my waist to pull me into him more, my head lays on his chest, with my leg over his.

"i fucking knew it" i hear coming from behind me, i try look at who's there but Chris' arm pulls me in more, i look up at Chris who is glaring at one of his brothers, who I'm not sure, for waking you then looks down to me with a smile, "hi n/n" he speaks softly "what time is it" i quietly mumble, not wanting to move from my comfortable position to look at my phone. "its 8:30", "too early" i groan and close my eyes, snuggling my head against his chest, he and his brother laugh as i pull the cover over my head and fall back to sleep.

I wake up to an empty bed, i look around and Chris isn't in his room. I lay down on my side and check the time on my phone and its 3pm. I scroll TikTok for what feels like 5 minutes but when i glance at the time an hour has passed, ~shit~, i get up and walk upstairs, looking down at my phone scrolling through TikTok. "ow fuck" i exclaim as i walk into the wall at the top of the stairs, i hear giggling from the kitchen and look to see Nick, Matt and Chris laughing their asses off at me, "shut up" i laugh unamused that they find my clumsiness funny, i walk over placing my phone on the counter, as i pour myself a glass of water, "awh that's so cute" i hear Nick squeal from behind me, i turn while drinking from my glass to see the boys looking at my phone, "what is?" i question furrowing my eyebrows, "your wallpaper is you and Chris" matt smiles walking to the couch, Nick following behind. Chris smirks at me as i walk over to him, he wraps his hands around my waist, bringing me into a hug, "go get dressed we wanna go out for food", he lets go of me, joining his brothers sitting on the couch. I walk downstairs to his room and put on my cute ass outfit then i do my makeup followed by doing my hair. I pull on my shoes and walk back upstairs and over to my favourite boys. "We ready to go or nah" i ask slumping next to Nick, "we've been ready for hours, waiting for your lazy ass to get up" matt jokes, "haha so funny lets go". I get up at the same time as Nick walking down the stairs with Matt and Chris following behind.

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"Where do y'wanna eat?" Matt questions pulling out of the driveway, I stay quiet not really minding where we go, Nick and Chris start bickering as Nick wants Chick-fil-a and Chris wants McDonalds. "n/n you want McDonalds right?" Chris turns round facing me behind him, "no you want Chick-fil-a don't you" Nick bites back looking at me, "ummm" i state uncertain on what to do, I look to Matt who's driving "what do you want Matt?" i ask trying to turn this away from me, "i don't mind either but McDonalds is closer" Matt replies, keeping his eyes on the road, "Lets go with McDonalds then i guess, sorry Nickkk" i apologise dragging out his name. "ugh okay fine" Nick slumps into his chair, slightly annoyed he didn't get what he wanted but not actually mad. "YESS LETS GOOO" Chris yells, "shut up Chris" Matt says glancing towards the overly excited Chris in the passenger seat. We pull in the drive through, order our food and park in an empty parking lot.

There's music playing through the radio, Chris is connected to the aux so mainly lil skies is playing. Matt and Chris are having a conversation about god knows what while I'm talking to Nick. I'm leaning against the car door with my knees against my chest facing Nick, eating my fries, "so what's going on with you and Chris then" Nick blankly asks, my eyes widen as I choke on my food a little, coughing, reaching for my drink, Matt turns around "you good?" he raises an eyebrow at me almost dying. "Yea I'm fine" I say looking back at Nick. "Dude shut up" I nod towards Chris who's not been paying attention to anything but eating his food. "He isn't listening, probably cant even hear over his music" Nick laughs, tilting his head a little after waiting for me to answer his previously asked question. "I'm not sure honestly, you know how I feel but I don't know how he does" I reply just above a whisper, so only Nick can hear me. "We've seen the way he is around you, he definitely like you back" Nick speaks normally not taking my whisper into mind, "who likes you back?" I turn to see Chris furrowing his eyebrows, annoyed at the fact someone else might have a crush on his y/n. "Oh um" I stutter a little looking at Nick, "just some boy at school" Nick fills in, "who?" Chris says sternly, "I um you don't know him" I lie, he knows him very well. "I know everyone at Somerville high" Chris pushed, "he doesn't go to Somerville high" Nick lies, turning to look at me, raising his eyebrows a little, hinting on his brothers pushiness as a sign he likes her back. Before Chris can say anything else, I ask "hey Chris?" "hm?" "lets go for a walk" I say opening my door giving nick a hopeful glance. "um okay" Chris follows me out the car.

Once we get a little away from the car he stops turning to me, I copy and turn to him, tilting my head a little, before I say anything he interrupts "where are we going?" he questions, I look between his two beautiful blue eyes "I just umm- I need to talk to you, about something" I stutter a little, "what's up, y'know you can tell me anything" he reassures. "I kind of lied, y'know what we were talking about in the car" I look down at my shoes, shuffling around a little, Chris moves his hand under my chin gently lifting my head to look at him again, dropping his hand he furrows his eyebrows, I bite my bottom lip, chewing at it with nerves. "He um- he does go to Somerville-" "who is he then" Chris interrupts me "I-um, Nick says he likes me but I don't know if he actually does" I avoid his repeated question, looking at his still furrowed eyebrows back to his eyes, "who is he" Chris repeats himself again, looking between each of my eyes, "you" I barely speak, his face softens and I look down to my feet, my cheeks turning red, "what" Chris questions, his mind racing, ~did she actually just say that, there is no way she actually likes me back~ his heart pounding out of his chest. I look back up to him slightly embarrassed and afraid of ruining what we had, "I like you" I say still quiet but loud enough he can hear it. He smirks, lifting his hand to my waist, the other to my face placing his lips on mine. My heart is racing and I cant keep a single thought as he kisses me, I snap out of it and kiss him back, my hands running through the back of his hair. He pulls away, resting his forehead on mine; "I love you n/n" "I love you too Chris"

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[lightnotyagami]

"Do you think you'll kill for me one day?"

"Yes, of course i will my dear."

Light x fem reader (soft) smut

A/n:remeber when L put cameras into lights room? When i was like 14 or 15 i read a smut FF like this and OH MY GOD its still in my head. Coudnt find the ogs @ but if i ever do ilysm🙏 (it was on ao3 if anyone wants to help me find it😭)

Summary: L puts cameras into lights room.. great.. but what do normal people his age do? Hang out with friends, do homework.. and some other things.

Tw/cw: my horrible english, soft smut (duh) , being watched, tell me if i missed anything!!

"Are we seriously going to do this?" You asked him still in a safe distance from his house. "Yeah, wanna back out?" He said as he looked at you like you were stupid. "No! I'm just saying, I don't know about the whole... thing." You voiced as he answered with a shrug like what you said wasn't a big deal to him. "Look," he said walking towards you with his hands in the pockets of his jeans. "I'll take care of it, okay? you just relax and lay down." Your mind went crazy thinking about all the things that could go wrong. "So, are you in yes or no?" He stopped right in front of you and looked directly into your eyes. His face was close enough for you to smell the mint from his breath. 'It felt different being so close to someone, I mean I didn't feel threatened by his appearance, just like when we were fighting but this time I could see how beautiful he really is...' you thought to yourself "fine." "Good girl."

*later in his room*

'64 cameras.' you thought to yourself as you sat yourself on the bed and light on his chair. "hey light!" the door was shot open revealing his little sister, sayu was her name? "mom asked if you want anything from the supermarkt, oh and does Y/n want something too?" she asked now looking at you "oh no dear its fine! you two make yourselves a great day" you answered. "Okay, dont be mad then if we dont bring extra snacks" she winked at making your laugh slightly. 'i wish i had a younger sister' you thought to yourself "okay mom says bye." Sayu said closing the door behind her, leaving only you and light. oh and the 64 cameras from every angle of course. The lights were dimmed making everything look more mysterious. "you want anything?" Light asked turning around to look at you. "no... thanks its okay." you answered looking at the ground embarassed as he sat besides you ."it's alright babe, come sit over here." he patted on his lap. You slowly moved your legs closer to him sitting on his lap. he pulled you closer so that your head was on his chest and his arms were wrapped around you. Everything was going after Plan but why did this still feel so..weird? you dont know if L is the only one watching this. you could only hope. you closed your eyes trying enjoying his touch and warmth as he kissed you softly. "let me show you something, babe." you hummed in response. His fingers which were playing with the ends of your hair slowly moved up to your body . "your heart is beating so fast" he whispered in your ear, causing you to shiver slightly. It sent an electrical jolt through your spine, it was almost painful but good. your heart started hammering in your chest as he pushed your t-shirt up exposing your bra and sofly pushing you down on the bed climbing on top of you. you moaned as he started kissing you softly on your neck, moving it from side to side, leaving small red marks "l-light~!" you whined not sure what to do as he started to unhook your bra , slowly peeling it off your body.

*at the headquarters*

"mister Soichiro Yagami, i belive you would like to leave the room?" L said as soichiro looked at the computers not sure if to ignore this ever happaned or to kill light when hes back home. "yes im sorry i just.." he said as he walked out of the room in complete shock that his son was capable of these things. "anyways. Im bluring the cameras now. Watari unblur them when this is done and a cheese cake would also be nice "

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[neonghostlights]

A/N: So, here’s the final chapter. I just want to say thank you to those who have stuck around through this story. I read every comment I get and I’m truly appreciative of the support. We're picking up right where the last chapter left off.

Summary: You haven’t been the same since you woke up in the hospital with memory loss after the earthquake hit Hawkins. When strange things start happening and you feel like you’ve started losing your mind, a group of strangers offer to help. Even though you’ve never met them before, they seem to know you better than you think. 

Warnings: Natural disasters, Crying, Mentions of a Coma, Goodbyes, Parental death, Readers mom, mention of finances/money, not a whole lot of dialogue mainly just wrapping things up 18 + Only, Minors DNI

Wordcount: 3.5k

Part Sixteen

“Marry me,” was all he said before kissing you again. 

Those words lit up your mind, making your heart skip a beat before speeding up again. Your knees felt weak and if it wasn’t for Eddie holding onto you so tightly you thought you might drop right there. 

You broke apart, resting your forehead against his. The pressure of your body leaning onto his felt right. Like you were always meant to be touching Eddie in some way. You think you always knew that, even when you didn’t have your memories. 

You didn’t know if anyone else in the room was speaking or if it had just been hushed to silence. Your ears rang a high pitched squeal and you weren’t sure if it was from having the Vecna shaped parasite ripped from your brain or the shock of Eddie’s sudden proposal. 

But it wasn’t really a shock. Not now that you had your memories back and could remember Eddie and everything that you two had shared in the time you had spent together. 

Your Eddie. The man you loved for all these years and planned to have a life with. Every moment that was stolen from you had been given back like a gift. This time, you weren’t going to let him get away. You weren’t going to let anything else ever rip you and Eddie apart. 

You opened your mouth, prepared to say yes. Prepared to tell him all of the things you’d been dying to tell him. How much you adored him and never wanted to live a life without his love ever again. 

This place could be your home together like you had always planned it to be. You remembered the days you would spend daydreaming how you and Eddie would decorate this house to fit the both of your personalities. Would you come back here on your wedding night with you still in your dress and him still in his suit? 

But before you could say anything, the earth started to shake beneath your feet and someone started to scream. 

January 4th, 1987

You walked through the empty house, making sure there was nothing forgotten. 

You struggled with the feeling of forgetting things. It made you anxious. It didn’t happen often though and it was never anything significant. It was normal to misplace your car keys or not be able to remember what shirt you wore to the grocery store a week ago. But every time you realized you were forgetting something it sent you into a spiral. It made you afraid that he was coming back to haunt you again or maybe there was some sort of irreversible damage done to you that no one could ever fix. That wasn’t the case though, you were fine now. You were safe. 

It was weird seeing nothing in your grandma's house; a place that had once been a home to you. But the damage was already done and you couldn’t fix it and bring it back to its glory like you had once planned to. 

The second earthquake that ripped through Hawkins almost three months ago destroyed the town more than it already was. Vecna had truly planned to take this town down with him and he did. The cracks in the earth opened more upon his death, swallowing houses and buildings. Homes that were already unsettled from the initial quake crumbled even further. 

Your grandma’s house was thankfully spared from collapsing but the damage was too much to fix and it was now deemed unsafe to live in. You had no choice but to sell it to the government for a criminally low price that left a bitter taste in your mouth. It wasn’t like you had a choice. They were taking over the town and closing it off due to “environmental reasons.” 

You knew the real reason. No one was sure if the upside down was completely gone after Vecna’s death. Not even El could come up with an answer for you. Did the upside down exist before Vecna did or was it something that was attached solely to him? 

None of you planned on sticking around to find out. 

But the cracks in the earth still glowed red and the plants were still dying. So it was safe to assume something was still alive down there. 

Today was the last day you could be in Hawkins, the government having cracked down after only giving the bare minimum amount of time for people to pack up their whole lives and find other places to go. Anyone caught here after midnight would be arrested for trespassing on federal property. You’ve already had that happen once and didn’t want to do that again so you were getting the hell out of here. 

You had been living with Eddie and Wayne the past few months. Wayne was ecstatic when you showed up on his doorstep with your memories back and welcomed you in with open arms. He said he didn’t want to know the details, already too scarred from Eddie telling him everything that happened back in March. Thankfully, the trailer was far enough out of town to only be a little rattled. It was okay to live in until you found another place.

Wayne was like a father to you and you were so thankful for him taking you in. Him, your grandmother, and your dad had all given you so much parental love in a lifetime that it almost made up for all the shittiness your mom put you through. 

Your grandma would raise hell if she saw the way you would tear up at the thought of closing the door to the house and walking away forever.  She would tell you it was just a house and the memories were more important. It wasn’t your fault that you had been extra sentimental lately, wanting to hold on to every reminder possible just in case the memories slipped out of your grasp again. 

You spun the engagement ring around your finger a few times. A new nervous habit you picked up since Eddie pulled it out of his pocket and slid it onto your finger those few short months ago. 

You remember the day you spotted it in the antique store like it was yesterday. You couldn’t believe he had held onto it for so long. Even when you weren’t yourself he had kept it in hopes of things going back to normal one day. You weren’t sure if either of  you would ever reach normal with having seen the things you had both seen but you wanted to get as close to it as possible. 

A wedding date wasn’t set quite yet. The first order of business was getting the hell out of Hawkins. You had pooled what you had left from your father’s inheritance and did a little digging to find out you had been left way more than you were originally told. 

The money had been hidden from you by your mom. She had played you, only giving you enough originally to pay for your schooling but the total amount that had been left to you from your dad’s life insurance policy was much larger.

It was so much that it didn’t seem like your dad had left her anything at all. She hadn’t spent it, so you weren’t quite sure what she was saving it for but it was a much larger amount that you would have expected. This was something she had hidden from you even before you lost your memory. It truly seemed like losing your memory was the best thing that ever happened to her. It made it easier for her to lie and easier for you to be controlled like a puppet. 

You had gone to confront her one last time after you had gotten your memories back. The house you grew up in was spared by the quake and the inside was just as eerily clean as the last time you saw it despite the disaster that was happening in the rest of the town. 

 The meeting with her had gone as well as you had expected with a lot of false tears and denial on her part. That was until you threatened to call Hopper and get a fancy lawyer involved. She silently got up from the table without saying a word after your threat. You had thought that maybe she had suffered a mental break, maybe snapping at your words. But instead she silently retrieved a folder from her safe that had all of the information for the  money that was rightfully yours, the deed to your house, and all of the documents you might need to live an independent life. 

You didn’t take Eddie with you when you went to talk to her. He wanted to go, practically begging you to take him with you. You were pretty sure you heard the van circle block a few times outside while you sat at the table talking to her. It made you smile knowing that he was looking out for you just in case. He would never trust your mom, and with good reason not to. He was concerned that she might hurt you if you pushed her too hard. You were concerned too but it was a risk you were willing to take. You knew she wouldn’t answer any questions if Eddie was there. It would just end in another fight. 

Where your mom was planning to go after the forced evacuation was none of your business. You saw her out in public only once after your meeting while you were donating some clothes to the emergency shelter they had set up.. She walked past you like she didn’t even know you. You wondered if one day you’d get a phone call or letter from her apologizing for what she had done to you and the way she had used you. You decided not to hold your breath or spend any time waiting for that to happen. 

You heard a board on the porch creak from right outside the house, pulling you from your thoughts. You walked outside, locking the door behind you one last time. Eddie stood there waiting for you with a sad look on his face. He knew how hard this was for you. You wanted to walk the house one last time, but based on the state of it and the fact that Hawkins had something crazy happening every five minutes neither of you felt comfortable with Eddie going far while you were inside. 

“Everytime I go in there it’s like I expect this to be a bad dream and all of the damage to be fixed,” you admitted as you took his hand. 

You had to be careful walking on the porch, some of the boards were weak and there was a step missing. Eddie helped guide you down with a firm grip until your feet were both safely planted on the grass. 

“I know it won't be the same but maybe you’ll end up loving the new place just as much,” Eddie offered, trying to  make you feel better. 

You sighed, thinking about all that you were leaving. 

Steve and Robin were going to Indianapolis together. They would continue community college there and even got a job together at a record store. Robin had to vouch for Steve once again to get him the job. 

The Hendersons were going to another town up in northern Indiana. It wouldn’t be too much of a drive for Steve to come visit them whenever he had the chance.

The Byers and Hopper household were going back to California together. With the exception of Nancy and Jonathan who were still on their college journey and had already gone back to school so they weren’t there to say goodbye to you with the rest of the group. 

The Wheeler’s were going to Michigan where some of their cousins lived. 

The Sinclairs were going to Florida. Lucas’s dad got a well paying job there and their house was close to the beach too. You knew Erica was excited for that. 

Max and her mom would be going to California too to be near some family they had there. 

You remembered getting the call from Steve only the next day after you killed Vecna that Max had woken up from her coma. It was a shock that none of you had expected. She still needed some physical therapy, and her eyesight would never be the same but she was alive and that was what mattered. Her and Lucas planned on doing long distance from their opposite ends of the country. It hurt to know that they were going to be separated again so soon after being reunited. 

It was a relief when you saw her sitting up in that hospital bed once you got your memories back. There was an overwhelming sense of guilt that followed. You should have been there everyday visiting her while she was in that coma. It was hard to imagine the time when you had no clue who she was. 

She was shocked to hear about a month after she woke up what had happened while she was out. She was mostly upset that she didn’t have the chance to kick Vecna’s ass before you killed him. She also promised you that if she was around for all of this then she would have had you fixed within a day. You had no doubt that she was telling the truth. 

You had said goodbye to all of your friends yesterday. It was hard. How could properly say goodbye to all of the people you fought with and saved your life? El and Max were both the little sisters you never had. It was hard to remember that El’s presence had once made your skin crawl. But that was all Vecna’s doing because now that you were you again, you adored her.

Saying goodbye to Steve was hard too. You had grown up with him and considered him your best friend at one point. You hoped that one day your relationship could be repaired but it was still hurtful to think of the way he treated you when you didn’t have your memories. You knew he was just trying to do what he thought was best, but it still felt like he had replaced you with Robin. Even now, it seemed like they were way closer than you two used to be. You think that maybe that’s the way it had been for a while, even before you lost your memory and you didn’t even notice it happening. 

“Got everything?” Eddie asked in a soft voice. 

You nodded, wiping under your eyes as you looked up at the house behind you. 

It was dark now without any light inside. The cracks in the foundation looked like spiderwebs crawling up the house. The inside was way worse off with deep, jagged cracks in the walls and a gaping hole in the bedroom ceiling. 

It was time to let it go. 

You followed Eddie silently to the van, the dead grass crunching under each step you took. Both of your belongings were already piled up in the back. Wayne had already left early in the day and would be meeting you at your new home. He didn’t plan on living with you for long, just long enough until he got his own place or “Wayne’s future bachelor pad” as Eddie liked to call it, teasing his uncle until he was red in the face. 

You and Eddie had found your new home the reasonable way. And by that you mean you both closed your eyes while Eddie threw a dart at a map that he taped to his bedroom door. It landed on a small town on the east coast. You would be close to the shore which drew in a lot of tourists and you could already envision the life you could have there. 

You and Eddie had already driven out there a few times since deciding that would be your future home. You found a place to live there and got registered to finish up your education degree in the fall. Eddie found a small mechanic shop that miraculously pays more than what he makes in Hawkins. For now he wasn’t sure if he wanted to stick with mechanics or venture into something in music. You told him that it didn’t matter what he chose, that you would stick beside him no matter what. 

You both got into the van, hearing your things jostle in the back from the vans movement. You weren’t concerned about anything breaking. You had already tripled checked the bubble wrapped duck figurine to make sure it’ll arrive at its new home in pristine condition. 

You glanced at where your car still sat in the driveway. You weren’t worried about taking it with you since it broke down again despite Eddie working on it constantly. It would be too much of a hassle to tow it. 

“I’m not sure what to do now,” you admitted to Eddie once you were both buckled in and the van started. 

Eddie thought for a moment. “I think now we just take things one day at a time. Or maybe even just one moment at a time.”

“How do we do that?”

“I think we can start by letting you pick the road trip music,” Eddie said with a smile, leaning over to you to nudge your shoulder. 

You faked a gasp. “Me? Eddie Munson is letting me pick the music? It’s a miracle.” You placed your hand over your mouth in fake shock. 

Eddie rolled his eyes and shook his head, putting the van into gear. “Don’t make me regret it,” he teased. You both knew he would be bobbing his head to Madonna before you even made it out of Hawkins. 

Eddie backed away from the house slowly, like he was giving you time to give one last mental goodbye. You turned your head, not wanting to look at it anymore. Eddie noticed, deciding to speed the van up to get you out of there before you started to break down. 

There weren’t many cars leaving Hawkins, only a few stragglers like yourselves but there was still a line built up by how slow you had to drive on the ruined roads. Most people left town as soon as the second earthquake happened, wishing they had left after the first one. 

Seeing the destruction made you feel guilty. If you had known that this would be the outcome of getting your memories back then you weren’t sure that you would’ve gone through with it. You had to remind yourself daily that something good did come out of this. Max was awake and Eddie was alive beside you. 

You still hadn’t told Eddie that the reason you lost your memories was because you made a deal with Vecna to save his life. It was all over now and he didn’t need to know that piece of information. You didn’t like hiding secrets from him but it would only make him feel guilty and you didn’t want that. As far as he knew, Vecna just chose you as a random, vulnerable target. Maybe one day you would break and tell him but it wouldn’t be today. Perhaps some day far enough in the future when all of this just sounded like some made up story. 

Most of the roads in town were closed, leaving Eddie to have to maneuver through the dedicated detours with precision. A few government officials lined the roads, watching everyone leave their homes with blank stares. Eddie flicked them all off with a ringed finger. 

You covered your laugh with the palm of your hand. Eddie smiled over at you when he heard it. 

You followed the stretch of cars through the town and out the only open road that lead in and out. The trees were bare, leaning over the road in a threatening way. This winter hadn’t been kind to the people or nature of Hawkins. 

Eddie looked over at you before speeding up when he spotted the sign. 

You stared at it as you passed. The “Leaving Hawkins Hell” sign that they never fixed since it was vandalized in March. You hated to say that you agreed with it now. This place did become Hell. 

You breathed a breath of relief as Eddie continued down the road. You felt the weight lift off your shoulders as you spotted Hawkins now in your rearview mirror. You looked at the profile of the man beside you, taking in the features that you had spent all this time relearning. It made you ache with the thought of how much he loved you. He loved you so much that he stayed in a town that hated him just because you were stuck there. 

“I love you,” Eddie said, probably thinking the same thing you were. 

And you could admit it now, with everything inside you and every broken, fragmented piece of your mind, that you loved him too.

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[thegettingbyp2]

Hi! I saw you were looking for Anthony Bridgerton requests!

You wrote out my request lat time and it was... *chef's kiss*!

Maybe the fem!reader (or neutral, if it makes you more comfortable) is married to Anthony, but he tries to keep a distance. In spite of all this his wife definitely makes an effort en gives all kinds of affection to him. One day he explodes and tells her smth really mean. Now, the reader stops all effort and affection and Anthony is all 🥺😢😳, because he realises how much he actually likes it. Happy ending? I'm a sucker for angst with a happy ending. You can make it really angsty though... hehehe

Thanks so much for considering! 🌸

Scratch my Head, Please

A/N: I'm so happy you liked the first request you sent in and I really hope you enjoy this one too!! It got away from me a bit!

You knew that marrying the Viscount Bridgerton was never going to be easy, you knew that you would have duties to perform as Viscountess, but you never thought you would have more trouble with your husband. You and Anthony got along fine, you could both keep a conversation going with each other when you sat down to dine together but he would never stay longer than he had to, preferring to lock himself away in his office.

This, however, didn’t stop you from trying to get close to your husband whenever you could. When you would meet in the dining hall every morning and evening, you would give him a peck on the cheek, feeling him stiffen underneath your touch despite leaning his lead in to allow you the brief moment of affection. Even at night, while you were both basking in the afterglow, you would simply rest your hand on his bare chest or run your fingers through his hair and Anthony would roll out of bed, heading to his own bed chambers.

It was about seven months into your marriage with the Viscount when you gave up trying to show him any affection. You were both sitting in the dining room, your chairs closer together than what was deemed normal after Anthony had gotten fed up of raise his voice just so you could hear him. You were suggesting that the two of you go for a walk that afternoon while the nice weather stuck around and that it would be good for the two of you to get some fresh air when he snapped.

‘Stop,’ he said quietly, still looking down at whatever document he had brought to the table that morning.

‘Pardon?’ you asked, not hearing him properly.

‘I said stop.’ He repeated bluntly. ‘For months now you’ve gone out of your way to try and loiter around me and try to get me to go places with you where I have absolutely no intention of going. You have access to every room in this house, use them.’

‘I just thought - ’

‘Did it ever occur to you that I didn’t want this match to happen? That I didn’t have a choice in this marriage? (Y/N), we we’re married in order to continue the Bridgerton name and, as far as I’m concerned, that’s it.’ He said harshly, looking at you as he finished his sentence. You sat in silence for a while as you tried to process his outburst before you stood from the table.

‘Very well,’ you said in a dangerously calm tone. ‘I’m going to get ready and I shall see you tonight, my Lord.’ You said before walking out of the room, carrying on all the way to your room and only when your door was shut did you let your tears fall. That was when you decided that you were no longer going to waste your efforts on Anthony Bridgerton.

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You hadn’t spoken to Anthony for about a month aside from formal greetings; and even that was only when you absolutely had to. The first time Anthony realised that things had changed and that you were acting differently towards him was when you were in bed together. It wasn’t awkward during the act, it was usually quiet between the two of you which was Anthony’s way of putting a barrier up but when you were lying next to each other afterwards, Anthony couldn’t help the small frown that etched its way onto his brow when he didn’t feel the light weight of your hand on his chest or your fingers lightly scratching his head in the way that made his eyes grow heavy. When he turned towards you, we was met with the sight of your bare back as you wrapped a spare sheet around your body and gathered your things to leave the room without saying a word.

It was after this incident that Anthony started to notice your lack of affection more and more; you no longer knocked on his office door to check that he was okay and didn’t need anything, you no longer kissed his cheek when you met each other for dinner and you no longer sat close to him at the table, instead having the Help move your chair back to the opposite head of the table. Anthony hadn’t realised how much he was missing these simple interactions with you until one day when he was sitting behind his desk in his office and he realised that he had reread the same sentence about twenty times. Upon realising this, he slammed the book shut on the desk which made such a loud sound, one of the maids poked her head through the door.

‘Is everything okay, Lord Bridgerton?’

‘Yes, everything’s fine,’ he replied, quickly continuing when he saw the maid make to close the door again. ‘Have you seen my wife today? Do you know where she is at the moment?’

‘She’s in the library, my Lord, she has been since this morning.’

‘Thank you, that will be all,’ he said, giving the maid a tight smile. When the door clicked shut again, Anthony sat in silence, running his hand through his hair (wishing more than anything that it was your hand) before he quickly stood and made his way out of his office, heading towards the library before he had the chance to turn around.

As soon as he set foot in the library, he saw the toes of your shoes peeking out from one of the alcoves you had tucked yourself into. He made his way over to the bench you were curled up on and sat down next to you, leaving a bit of a gap between you; you didn’t even look up from your book when he cleared his throat in the hopes of getting your attention.

Giving up with trying to get your attention vocally, Anthony awkwardly moved until he was lying on his back with his head resting gently in your lap. Little did he know was that you had been acutely aware of his every movement from the moment he stepped into the library and you hadn’t turned a single page since he arrived; it was taking everything you had to not laugh at him trying to get your attention not unlike the way a cat would.

‘Can I help you, my Lord?’ you questioned, smiling lightly.

‘Anthony,’ he mumbled, staring at the ceiling instead of looking at you.

‘Pardon?’

‘I don’t like you using my title, I prefer when you call me Anthony.’

‘Very well. Can I help you, Anthony?’

‘I was just wondering if you could scratchmyhead.’ He said, the words coming out as one.

‘I’m sorry, what was that?’

‘Can you scratch my head. Please.’

‘And why would I do that after the things you said to me last time we had a conversation?’

Anthony closed his eyes tightly and swallowed the tight lump that had worked its way into his throat. He hadn’t factored in the fact that you would still be mad at him for the comments he had made. However, seeing the look on his face, you knew that he was struggling with asking you for this favour so you slid your fingers through his hair and started scratching lightly, smiling fondly when you felt him completely relax against you, his breath coming out in a content sigh.

‘I’m sorry,’ you heard him whisper quietly, eyes still closed and face the picture of relaxation.

‘What for?’ You asked, closing your book with your free hand and setting it to the side so you could bring your other hand to rest on his cheek, tracing his cheekbone with your thumb.

‘I’m sorry for saying those horrible things to you, they weren’t true, not in the slightest,’ he said, opening his eyes to look at you but other than that, not moving at all. ‘I always told myself that I would never marry for love because I saw how broken my mother was after losing my father and I never wanted to do that to the woman I loved. So when, after seeing the way we would interact with each other and dance at the balls, my mother suggested that I propose to you, it was both everything I wanted and everything I dreaded all at once because I could never do that to you. That’s why I was trying to put barriers up between us so that if anything were to happen to me, you wouldn’t be as broken as my mother was.’

You had been silent for the whole time Anthony had spoken and it was only when you took a breath after he had finished that you realised you had tears streaming down your face. ‘Anthony, that’s one of the most beautiful things about life, loving someone so much that you can’t bear the thought of leaving them alone in the world after you’re gone. And believe it or not, I’d be broken if something happened to you even if what you said had been the last thing you ever said to me.’

‘I love you,’ he said, voice thick with emotion as he took the hand that was resting against his cheek in his hand and held it against his lips.

‘I love you too,’ you replied, laughing lightly when you saw his eyes light up at your words. He then made himself more comfortable with his head still in your lap as he got ready to spend the rest of the afternoon in your arms.

‘In that case,’ he began with a lazy but slightly cocky smile on his face, eyes closed once again, ‘as you were, darling wife.’

‘Of course, my Lord,’ you said, fighting the giggle rising in your throat as your fingers resumed scratching his head.

‘Anthony!’

#anthony bridgerton #anthony bridgerton x reader #anthony bridgeron imagine #bridgerton

[mastermindmiko]

Tensions

Pairing: Oliver Wood + gn!reader

Summary: the quidditch House cup final is close and tensions are high. To some more than others, so you help.

Warnings: growing up? Worrying. Thats it I believe

Requests are open!

Hey! If you think this didn't completely suck, feel free to check out my masterlist

"You better get up right now or I will smack you!"

"Fine. Fine. I'm going." I say, sitting up groggily as I rub my sleepy eyes. My roommates are glaring at me, and I huff as I look at the clock noticing how it's past midnight. The shouting continues and my roommate looks and me and goed, " Get up now."

I groan as I pull off the warm sheets from my bare legs and wear by fuzzy slippers. I grab a coat and wrap it around my body as tightly as I can. I can't deal with this today is the only thing I can think of as I hear the shouting begin to get accompanied with knocks or should I say slams.

I'm in the common room and I glare at him as hard as I can. He smiles sheepishly and grabs my hand. He's wearing his quidditch uniform, why is he always wearing his quidditch uniform?

"Oliver, no! It's past curfew and I want to sleep." I huff as he starts leading me to the common room door. He grins and opens the portrait. He looks at the fat lady and says, "Don't worry. No one will know, and the fat lady won't tell. Will you?"

"Of course not, Wood, as long as you bring the house cup this year!" The fat lady says with a smile as she looks at him. He gives her a weary smile then continues to walk. They hadn't won the cup since Charlie was captain, and this year they're the closest they've been since.

I would wonder where I'm being taken but knowing my best friend long enough I already know. Its even colder outside the castle. The stands are higher up in the air and it feels like I'm getting closer to the north pole. I shiver and I say, "don't you think we spend enough time here without coming after hours."

The quidditch pitch, the place where I'm certain Oliver spends more time in than classes practicing and I stay there watching him practice with a good book in my hands, only every once in a while giving him a thumbs up in encouragement. I don't really understand the game.

We reach the gryffindor stands and we sit in the middle, the best place to be if there was a match going on, but there wasn't. He sits down beside me and he would normally be going on about quidditch tactics and I would nod along like I understand anything that's going on when I don't. Today wasn't a normal day though.

"What's wrong?" I say, worried. I place ny hand on his shoulder. I feel like we worry about too many things this year, sirius black has escaped, our newts, the cup, graduating and jobs, it was all so new and scary. I was terrified and even more terrified that I would leave hogwarts without telling Oliver how I feel.

I have no doubt that he will go on to be in a big quidditch team, but how was I supposed to keep being best friends with a guy that was away all the time.

"Tomorrow's the match." Oliver says, and I can see him frown. Ah, yes. The match, the biggest match of his life, the big kahuna, the house cup final. He's been thinking about the day he won the final as captain ever since he was old enough to think about quidditch and by knowing Oliver, probably 2 years old.

Everyone has been building this big weight on his shoulders this year, even professor Mcgonagall, and even though I know they have good intentions, I think it's finally got to him.

"You're going to do great because no one's worked harder than you have. No team has had more 5 am practices than you, so I have faith that you're going to do amazing." I try to reassure him

"What happens if I get knocked out? There'll be scouts there!" Oliver panics, and I turn him to face me. I say, " I know that you want to be in puddlemore united, but if the scouts tomorrow can't notice how great you are at quidditch then I'm sure another team, just as great, will, so don't stress about it, and go get some sleep, you can't play, if you can't keep your eyes open."

I finish my speech with a large exhale and Oliver is finally grinning again. I feel the butterflies in my stomach erupt, and I grin back at him. I hold his hand and I stand up while tugging him with me. I say, "Come on."

He stands up and tugs me instead. I'm close to his chest, and he grabs my other hand. He looks at our intertwined hands and then looks back at me to say, "thank you."

"I'm only saying the truth Oliver, you're a great player." I say with a smile, encouraging him, though he could be a shit player and I wouldn't know really.

"It wouldn't hurt to be extra safe..." He trails off as he looks down at my lips and I start to panic instead of him this time. Was this finally it? I feel adrenaline course through my veins in anticipation and my stomach does cartwheels.

He presses his soft hips to mine, I let him. I press my lips harder against him, and sigh, happily. He squeezes my hands, and I feel him grin against my lips. He drops one of my hands to cup my face and pull me closer.

We part when I can't deny my body of oxygen anymore and I smile. The blush on my face is evident and I can't help but feel a slight embarrassment. I ask, "what was that?"

"A good luck kiss, and if you don't mind, I think I'm going to be having a lot more of them." Oliver smiles and wraps his arms around my waist. I, in turn, wrap my hands around his neck and I can't help but beam, "No, I wouldn't mind at all."

He kisses me again. 

An: I think I'm starting to like writing small one shots, what do we think about that? I think that they're cute and small which makes me able to write them faster and hence post more. Also, I Imagines the GIF, that's up before the cut as the way oliver looks at reader's lips before kissing them.

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[mysteria157]

Chapter 12

Pairing: Nanami Kento x Black Fem Reader

Word Count: ~13k

CW: profanity, explicit sexual content, minor character death, angst

Summary: A vulnerable moment with each other. A baby shower. An accident that puts Nanami's life in shambles.

Notes: This is an emotional chapter, so just be ready. Reblogs, likes, or comments are always appreciated but not necessary <3 I hope you enjoy reading!

Divider: @cafekitsune

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It Had To Be You Masterlist

The vibration of your phone under your pillow rattled your ear, pulling you out of sleep to blink blearily into the cool air of your bedroom. The moonlight cut through the open spaces between your thick grey curtains, shining on your hardwood floor and part of your own face as you buried your head into the pillow, groaned around the constant vibrations of your phone and reached over to the space next to you.

Which was warm, but without the tall man encompassing the space. You rolled over to face the empty spot, cradling your stomach as you sat up.

Had he left while you were sleeping?

The thought of him sneaking out in the middle of the night like he did almost six months ago, filled your stomach with a heavy sense of dread.

No, he wouldn’t. This was just your anxiety talking, whispering evilly into your ears as you looked around your room for any sign of him.

Your phone vibrated again, yanking a low growl from your throat as you dug harshly beneath your pillow for the device.

Omelia: Where are you? [8:33 pm]

Omelia: Nevermind, Gojo just said Nanami took you home. I hope everything is okay. Call me if you need to please. Don’t try to handle your anxiety on your own. [9:15 pm]

Omelia: Okay still no response which only means Nanami is with you since you would have called me otherwise. I’m sure he’s putting in work right now so throw that ass back like I taught you. You better be wobbly legged like a whore the next time I see you. [10:03 pm]

You snorted as you read her messages, shooting off a quick text to say you were fine and that you would talk to her tomorrow before noting the time and closing your phone. Two am.

You stretched your legs over the side of the bed and padded out of your room and down the hall.

Your thigh muscles bunched and stretched as you walked, the ache only reminding you of the thorough fucking you had received just a few hours ago. You really thought the baby would hinder a lot and only make things uncomfortable, but you were just as flexible as you were that night with him at the hotel, drunk out of your mind and moaning like you were being paid for it.

But maybe you were too much for him? Maybe your forwardness had scared away a man as confident and self-assured as Nanami Kento and he had no choice but to slink away when you were sleeping. Those familiar tendrils of anxiety began to slide up your naked legs, poking you harshly and making your irrational thoughts so much more plausible as every stretch of house you uncovered was dark, silent, and empty.

The low light of the kitchen and the sight of his tall and broad body hunched over the counter made those tendrils evaporate immediately. Your heart slowed back to its normal pace, stomach unfurling and settling in your abdomen as you realized he hadn’t gone anywhere.

“Kento?”

Your voice was soft and slightly hesitant as you called out to him, pulling him from his ministrations at the counter and whipping his head to look over at you. His face softened as he gazed over at you; you were standing in the darkness of your living room, the low lights from the kitchen showing yourself to him dimly. Long white t-shirt covering your body and stopping in the middle of your naked thighs, bonnet askew on your head, brown eyes bleary with sleep and holding a flickering sight of worry.

You were beautiful.

“Did I wake you?”

You shook your head at him as you padded into the kitchen, bare feet sliding on the cold floor as you looked over at what he was doing. Your counter was littered with utensils and a greased baking sheet along with a few small bowls of ingredients of flour, melted butter and salt. Kento’s large hands were buried in a ball of dough, the soft uncooked mixture billowing between long fingers as he watched you walk closer to him.

“I woke up and you weren’t there. I thought that maybe you had left.”

You bit the inside of your lip almost as soon as the words slid from your throat, chastising yourself internally as he looked down at you with his typical straight face, his eyebrows furrowing fractionally. Saying the words out loud made you feel absolutely stupid and you could practically hear your anxious thoughts snickering in victory in your ears.

Kento wordlessly pulled his hands from the dough, running them under the tap and then wiping them clean before he was turning to you, wrapping both hands under your thighs and lifting you gently to rest on the counter next to him. You watched him silently as he pulled a glass from one of your cabinets, your teeth holding your tongue to the point of pain to prevent yourself from speaking again. He walked to your refrigerator, pressing the glass to your ice and water filter and procuring a glass of water for you. He offered you no words of reassurance, no snickers or teasing remarks to your outburst; he simply took one of your hands to wrap around the glass and guided it to your lips, silently demanding you to drink.

You obeyed, reveling in his care of you without question as you took a few sips of the ice cold water and pulled the cup from your lips.

“Thank you.”

Kento didn’t respond to your statement and you held in the snicker as he lifted a light brown eyebrow, his expressive eyes darting down to your unfinished glass before you caught on and rolled your eyes before obeying his silent demand and downing the rest of the contents.

“All done. Happy now?”

He took the glass from you and set it in the sink before he leaned down and pressed soft full lips to yours, kissing you smoothly before pulling away and smirking.

“Very. I never have a reason to leave, so stop saying trivial things.”

He slid back over to his spot on the counter, fingers dipping into the bowl of flour and sprinkling the dust onto the counter before he began to knead again. You admired the muscles of his naked chest, bunching and twisting with each movement of his hands as he worked. His hair was loose and flopping in front of his eyes, brushing against his eyebrows with every press and pull. Those sharp eyes that had always mystified you were now directed onto his task at hand, serious and calculating.

“It’s two am, you’re baking awfully late. What’s on the menu, chef?”

The serious disposition of his gaze cracked just a little, flickering with humor at your words as he pressed a thick fist into the dough.

“Croissants.”

You hummed in approval, kicking your legs back and forth from your perch on the granite countertop. The thought of freshly cooked bread by his hands made your mouth water and the sight of him working intently only made the thought of what was to come all the more enticing.

“My mother taught me.”

The admission cut through the silent air, piquing your interest as he kept his eyes on his work even though his entire demeanor was beginning to relax around you.

“When I couldn’t sleep, I would find her in the kitchen late at night cooking whatever she wanted at the time. I think it helped her take her mind off of things. When I was younger, my parents were trying for another child and the more they failed, the more despondent she became. Cooking and baking helped…and it brought us closer together.”

Of all the times you had been around Kento and his family, you could see that bond clearly. He got along with his father swimmingly, but he gravitated more towards his mother. Even with his silent nature, he was always by her side, letting her fuss without complaint, hovering and doting on her when he could.

“She taught me everything that I know; how to sear a pan, the right way to boil water, how to know the texture and taste of your ingredients before you cooked them. What she did not know, I learned through videos and reading.”

Kento picked up your rolling pin, rubbing the wood with flour before pressing the dough flat with each roll of his wrists. You kept your attention on him, listening and letting him have the floor. Besides the few moments you both had shared together, Kento had never been this vulnerable and forthcoming about his own life and you were going to soak it all up like a sponge.

“So…you never wanted to make a career of it? Be a chef and have a Michelin star restaurant?”

You had meant for it to be a joke, a small effort to watch his lips curl and give you that rare soft smile, wanting to see the sight of the cracks of his serious demeanor splinter with every teasing gesture you cast his way. You were only trying to tease, but the hard glint in his eyes returned as he picked up a pizza cutter and sliced the thin dough into long rectangles and cut those pieces diagonally to form triangles.

You opened your mouth to apologize, to only show you meant no ill will, but stopped when you caught the movement of his lips opening and closing, faltering in an effort to grasp at the right words he wanted to say. And as quick as that troubled expression colored his face, it left and was replaced with relaxed resignation.

“I wanted to be a baker.”

The revelation was surprising to you, your eyebrows raising just a little in response before you relaxed and remained impassive. He needed this; he needed you to be just a little quiet so that he could speak and get out what was on his mind. And if it meant you could get closer to his hard exterior, if it meant you could help break that shell even a little bit, you would do whatever it took.

“I loved everything my mother taught me and everything I learned on my own. Cooking comes natural to me, but baking was always something that I loved more. It’s a challenge; a type of chemistry that requires you to be precise and accurate or else your entire dish will fall apart. I thrived in how I learned and eventually, it grew close to my heart. But…I got older, high school was more demanding, it became a hobby as opposed to a lifelong dream and I never really indulged in it…until I met Yu.”

Kento pulled the small bowl of melted butter close to him, dipping his fingers in the dish and rubbing them together before he smoothed them along one long triangle of uncooked dough. His long and nimble fingers rolled the triangle with a practiced ease, curving the finished dough to look like a croissant before he placed the concoction onto a greased baking sheet.

“Yu was just as he is now; imposing, overwhelming, cheerful to a degree that would make most nauseous. But he meant well, and he saw the good in everyone. Our sophomore year of high school, he brought cupcakes for Gojo’s birthday to satisfy his sweet tooth. Gojo of course swallowed them down like the unmannered swine that he is. But I…told him that he needed more vanilla and Yu swore that I would never be able to make any better than his. And I—”

He paused, a sharp and rare laugh shooting from his full lips as he completed another croissant. Your chest fluttered from the sound, pulling whatever you could from this moment to keep with you forever. Even though his eyes were not on you, the fondness in his irises bled from his face and permeated towards you.

“I ate it up like a fool. He challenged and goaded my baking time and time again until I found myself doing it for fun, waking up in the middle of the night to perfect what I learned, watching Great British Baking Show episodes he would send me even though I swore up and down I hated the show. Yu is a friend that cherishes life and loves to do what he is good at; cooking and baking and making people happy. And like my mother, we bonded over a shared interest until he was everywhere I went. I’m sure that sounds asinine—”

“It doesn’t.”

Your interjection was rough and a little loud, your hands curled into your lap as you watched him place the last croissant on the baking sheet and turn around to slide the pan into your preheated oven. When he made his way back to the counter, brown eyes glanced at you for a second before he was bending down to pull cleaning spray from under the sink, clearing his throat and trying to ignore the slight ruddiness of his cheeks.

“Our senior year, he brought me an application for culinary school in Tokyo and suggested we both apply at the same time and I…couldn’t do it.”

You couldn’t help the slight furrow of your eyebrows as you watched him wipe down your counter.

“Did you not apply out of nervousness? Were you just not ready?”

“I didn’t apply out of fear.”

The sound of your dishes clinking against the metal of your sink as he washed them gave him just a little time to collect his thoughts. Just standing in your kitchen right now and speaking about something he never liked to freely admit had his nerves frayed and his stomach in knots. He had planned to never bring this up unless he had no choice, but the moment you asked him, he couldn’t bring himself to shut down or lie. Not to you.

“I was afraid of failing. It sounds almost hypocritical. But you didn’t pursue your dreams because of childhood trauma; you needed to stick with something you did not like but were good at because you felt it would give you the love and attention you should have never had to earn in the first place. I did not pursue my dreams simply out of fear. I was afraid of not making it through culinary school, afraid of opening up a bakery and having to deal with others not liking my baking and what I had to offer. This—”

He gestured to the counter and oven; eyebrows furrowed as he willed himself to keep talking even though it felt as if his throat was closing.

“This is personal to me, something that requires others to see who I really am and pick and prod at and I couldn’t—I wouldn’t expose myself and risk being judged and let down by others. I wasn’t strong enough then and I barely am now. I was content to get by the easy way; coast through university and major in marketing and finance, advance in my career and get a high paying job using skills that were valued but came almost natural to me, earn enough to retire early and live the rest of my life in relaxation. It’s simple for me, obtainable and I knew I wouldn’t fail. And if that meant that I would have to sit back and support my best friend as he lived out a dream I wanted but was too afraid to pursue, then I would do it—will continue to do it.”

It was the most you had ever heard him speak to you in such a raw way. You could smell the disappointment and shame in his voice, could see it with the subtle purse of his lips as he dried the small mixing bowls he had used, could taste it in the air.

“Do you think differently of me?”

You frowned instantly.

“No. Why would I?”

“Because I’m a coward—”

“No you aren’t.”

You didn’t hide the anger in your words or cloak the way it coated every syllable as they punched from your mouth. He had never shown an ounce of self-deprecation towards you. Kento was always calm and collected, sure of himself with his steely gaze and natural nonchalance. But this was new and refreshing to experience, another barrage of emotions to lock away in your memories forever.

“Being afraid of failure and of how others perceive you when you’re not used to opening yourself up, doesn’t make you a coward. At least not to me, or your family, or anyone else important to you. But…I know you won’t be happy with just coasting through life forever.”

He walked over to you, slotting himself between your open legs and brushing hot hands up your naked thighs. It was without any heat; you could feel his desire to just have something to tether him into the present and not feel as if he was drowning in himself. You placed your small hands on his broad chest, smooth pectorals really showing just how tiny you were compared to him.

“What if I do? What if I want to coast through life forever?”

You dragged your fingernail across a pink nipple in retaliation, the sharp touch making him jolt closer into you.

“You don’t. Besides, you and I both know you would never tell our daughter to disregard her dream because of fear and take the easy way out.”

You were right, he would never do that. Just the thought of telling your daughter to ease through life filled him with a sense of anxiety that made his stomach crimp in on itself. The sound of the oven beeping pulled him from his thoughts as he turned around and used a towel to take the hot baking sheet from the oven and set it on the counter to cool. You waited until he was back in the space between your swinging legs before speaking again.

“That fear will only take you so far, Kento. The last thing you want is to be at the end of your life, regretting every last step because you took the easy way out. I just don’t see that in you.”

The fluttering in his chest was hard to ignore as he watched you speak, eyes focused on the skin of his chest, brows furrowed in frustration in concentration. You believed in him wholeheartedly, cared for him in a way he would have never anticipated. He had seen just how kind you were with Ome and her harsh demeanor, how loving you were with Yuji even though he fawned over you, even fussing over Gojo’s wild hair when he sat still long enough. He never thought the fierce and angry gazes you sent his way and the sarcastic but intelligent words you shot at him would have morphed into care and humor. After only a few months, you had shown him just how intense of a giver you could be to others and he only hoped your daughter would be the same.

Kento hummed a noncommittal noise, using one of his large hands to catch a swinging leg, fingers wrapping along your calf before he smoothed it up your bare skin.

“What do you see me as then?”

You lifted an graceful brow, humming teasingly in thought, pursing your lips and tapping a finger to your chin as you pretended to think it over.

“I see you as someone who shouldn’t waste his life away. For crying out loud, you’re thirty—”

“I’m twenty-nine.”

“My god you’re right around the corner.”

He chuckled softly, the sound whirling in the air between the space of your chests before he reached over to grab a croissant and break it open. You watched as the steam from inside floated through the thin flaky layers of bread, the smell of butter and salt hitting your nose and making your mouth water.

“I see you as an owner of a very modest bakery; not too small, not too large. Maybe in downtown Nakameguro next to the river, you could get so much business during Sakura season.”

Kento grunted in concession, pushing his hand that held the steaming piece of croissant towards you, and eyebrow lifted in impatience as you looked around the kitchen and continued to ramble.

“I can do the interior design! I could paint the walls and even do some marketing for you.”

You felt the hot bread hover just inches from your lips, even though you were doing your absolute best to cheer him up, he really wanted to know what you thought of his baking.

“You shouldn’t have long hours though; keep the bakery open from seven to three and—”

You yelped in surprise as he shoved the bread into your mouth, cutting you off completely. You glared at him, narrowing your eyes at his indifferent expression as you began to chew the hot and flakey perfection in your mouth. It was delicious, soft and airy with the right amount of butter and salt without being overwhelming. You plucked the other piece from his hands before he could eat it, throwing it into your mouth and marveling at the small curve of his lips that he shot you. You flickered your gaze over to the tray of cooling croissants, raising your eyebrows in expectation before he chuckled softly and followed your silent command, grabbing another piece of bread and handing it to you. You took a large bite, unashamed of the boisterous smile you shot his way as you chewed.

He sighed dramatically, trailing both of his warm hands sensually up your thighs, his long fingers brushing the edge of your panties by your hips, begging for entrance. You spread your legs wider for him, granting him access and holding back a moan as those firm fingers dipped beneath the fabric of your panties and pressed hard against the pulsing of your iliac vein on the inside of your hip.

“You would look really sexy wearing one of those white baker shirts.”

“That’s just an apron, baby.”

The nickname had you throbbing immediately, your core filling and permeating heat that you was sure he could feel. Now that you had him sober and free of any doubts, you couldn’t get enough. It had only been a few hours and you were already dripping for him, begging for his fingers to brush over your clit and give you something. 

Instead you shoved the other half of the croissant in your mouth, using the warm and buttery texture to distract yourself from forcing his fingers inside you of your own volition.

“Thank you. For listening to me.”

His gaze hadn’t left yours, analyzing every inch of your cinnamon skin as you shrugged playfully and smirked at him. He hadn’t expected to open himself up to you in your kitchen at two in the morning, but like most things that pertained to you, you were a constant in his life. Present always and fierce, in his thoughts even when you weren’t around and taking up space when he was with you. Growing up, Kento was very self-aware of his own emotions and knew when to use them and who he would show them to. There were only so many seats that he left open for people in his life; Yu and his family by choice, Gojo and Geto and the rest of his friends by their own volition. There were no more spaces and he was content to keep it that way. But you had pulled up your own chair, slid it across perfect hardwood floors and plopped yourself down with a vicious glare, an intelligence that made him shiver, and an uncanny ability to care about anything that you touched. And even after treating you the way he did, you had still forgiven him and gave him nothing but kindness, humor, and a child of all things.

And here you were, legs spread with him in between, bonnet askew with a few thin curly baby hairs sticking out, a cheek decorated with the imprint of your pillow from sleeping, the swell of your belly showing behind the soft fabric of your t-shirt.

You were all his.

He found himself sliding closer to you, fingers hot and heavy as they pressed into the skin of your hips.

“How did the croissants taste?”

You squinted at him, your core throbbing at his eyes that were flooding more and more with lust and heat. The way he had fucked you earlier had given you a new well of confidence and you dipped inside, wrapping your legs around his waist and locking your ankles before you yanked him to you. He shook out a harsh breath against your skin, buttery air sliding over your cheeks and neck, fingers digging into the skin of your ass as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Like you should be a baker.”

A rare show of pearly whites clouded your vision as he smiled at you and smashed your lips to his. You moaned softly against him, carding your hands into the small hairs of his undercut before you buried them higher up in the longer blonde locks. You smacked your lips when you pulled them from his, the burning desire to tease rearing its head. He took advantage of the skin of your neck, trailing his wet lips up the bruised skin, worrying the sore blood vessels with his teeth before licking over his work.

“Oh! You can be open four days a week.”

He dug his teeth into the skin of your neck, pulling a gasp from your mouth, your cunt fluttering over empty space.

“Stop talking.”

Kento pulled you off the counter, tongue sliding along the skin of your clavicle as he carried you from the kitchen.

“A small menu, the sweet bread you like can be a daily special. Obviously Yu seeing your success will finally give you the recipe—”

“Hush.”

He smacked the exposed skin of your ass, the action stinging your skin and pulling a satisfied shriek from your lips, giggling from his ministrations as he carried you down the hall to your bedroom and made sure the only words you said for the rest of the night were his name.

***

“Okay open!”

Chiyo was oozing excitement as you opened your eyes in the living room of the Nanami home. The warm living room had been transformed only slightly. The unlit Italian Fieldstone fireplace was lined with sage, lavender, and white balloons and a modest streamer sign that read ‘Congratulations!’ hung at the top. A table had been placed next to the fireplace, covered in white cloth and already holding a few gifts.

You could hear the voices of Ome and Santo bustling about in the kitchen but your eyes gravitated to the dining room table instead. The long antique wood was covered with a white tablecloth, a sage runner decorating the middle and falling down each edge of the table and onto the hardwood floor. Small clear vases were spaced at equal intervals on the dining room table, lavender carnations inside each one. The table was built to seat almost fifteen and each seat had its own respective faux gold silverware and white glass plate, the center of each decorated with loose eucalyptus.

“I wanted to keep it simple just like you wanted! I added just a few touches that I hope are okay.”

The happiness in Chiyo’s voice was hard to ignore and you turned around to smile at her. She was radiant, her small form was dressed in a long dark brown dress, her black straight tresses hung loose, swopping at her collarbone. Her smooth skin was without makeup, eyes shining at you in pride as she looked to you for approval.

“I love it so much, Mrs. Nanami.”

She gasped, her eyes flashing with remembrance before she took your hand and led you back to the living room.

“Your throne of course.”

The two long and comfortable sofas you remembered from the holidays was still decorated with neutral throw pillows and blankets, but Chiyo had added a white lounge rocking chair with a lavender throw blanket draped over the side.

Originally, you didn’t want a baby shower. You were perfectly capable of buying everything you needed for the baby and never had been comfortable with being showered with gifts. But when Chiyo took a look at your 3D ultrasound from your six month checkup, and asked you just once to plan the shower, you conceded immediately. It was a gut reaction that had surprised you at the time, but deep down you couldn’t see anyone else doing it. Ome for all her love for you was brash and demanding and you didn’t feel like being uncomfortable with inane baby shower games because she wanted you to ‘get out of your comfort zone.’

Chiyo had treated you like a daughter, given you love and attention in a way you wished your mother did and you knew that if she was in charge, she would get it right.

Seeing the modest decorations without taking away the comfort of Kento’s childhood home, it felt right. And the sight of this fabric rocking chair, a small statement to show that you were to be the celebrated person for creating a life, it filled you with a warmth that you were beginning to love.

“Thank you.”

She pulled you into a soft hug in reply, the freesias from her perfume cocooning you in a maternal love you only hoped you would be able to give your daughter.

“And call me Chiyo…please.”

Kento was hunched over a space at the kitchen island, a large hand piping icing onto the two tiered cake he insisted on baking. He had chosen to only be involved in the cooking and baking, opting to make the cake and a few appetizers ahead of time so he could spend the rest of the day at your side.

You walked over to the kitchen island, cradling the larger swell of your six month belly as his eyes met yours from over his piping bag. He had pulled his blond tresses back for the occasion, gelled them and parted in his signature style to show off the sharp cut of his eyebrows and deep brown eyes. You glanced down at his black khakis and white short sleeved ribbed knit shirt. Your mouth watered at the sight of his exposed arms, the lower half of his biceps stretching the cuffs of his shirt, his pectorals pulling the fabric across his chest, veiny forearms flexed over the tendons of his wrist as he piped icing on the cake, his silver Cartier watch winking at you. You willed the heinous thoughts away. It would be a shame to push him against the counter and drop to your knees, open your mouth and beg for his cock. A real shame.

“You look beautiful as always.”

The deep and sharp timbre of his voice pulled you from the lustful haze in your head and you offered him a small smile in thanks, smoothing down the curls that hung down your back and secured from your face with a black headband. You had decided to go with a long baby blue maxi dress with long sleeves that hung off both shoulders and a sweetheart neckline. It was airy and comfortable and showed off the prominent bump of your child. You had opted for simple diamond earrings and a single chain gold necklace. Your shoes were a little racier, a clear block high heel sandal with an open toe crisscross strap wrapped around your ankle and lower leg.

You hadn’t planned on wearing them, but Kento had saw you trying them on one day in your closet and made you leave them on while he fucked you on the rugged floor of your walk in. His hands were hot on your skin, caressing and gripping you while whispering the dirtiest things into the air of your closet as you came twice around him before he even managed to have release.

If you could repeat that today, preferably in his childhood bedroom, you could check a fantasy off your list. Even with the beginning of your third trimester, your libido was still a raging inferno.

“Stop eye fucking each other.”

You thanked the heavens that Santo had left the kitchen minutes ago before Gojo had opened his mouth. He slid next to Kento, invading his personal space to such a degree that it made his eyebrows twitch in annoyance. Gojo’s snow white hair hung loose over his face, his bright blue aliens eyes gazed at you, peering through your soul and pulling everything from you. He flashed white pearly teeth in your direction, his sharp and Adonis carved jawline flexing with the movement. He looked almost unnatural.

“You look marvelous, y/n. How is my godchild?”

He didn’t wait for a response, his attention already distracted by the sugary promise of the icing Kento was spreading onto the cake in front of you. He reached for it, a long finger making its way to carve a swipe. Kento smacked his hand away, eyes flashing with indignation as he glared at Gojo and then looked back at his work.

“Hands off, you beast.”

Gojo yelped, grabbing his hand and throwing a pout between full lips.

“I just wanted a taste!”

“And yet the mother of my child has yet to have the first piece. Go away before I cut you.”

Gojo gaped at his friend, eyes wide in alarm but still colored with mirth.

“Nanamin—”

“Omelia. Please come and get him, you’ve given him far too much of a lead on his leash.”

Ome sighed from her spot at the sink, scrubbing a pan absentmindedly before she glared at Gojo over her shoulder without the usual heat.

“I thought he would behave.”

You bit your lip, holding in the snort at the interactions in front of you. Since the date Ome and Gojo had at the gallery a few weeks ago, she had tolerated him more and even entertained a second date where she took joy in beating him three times in bowling. He was still his annoying and obnoxious self, but for Ome he had shown nothing but honesty with his actions. The innuendos would never leave, they were practically ingrained in his DNA, but only a firm and steadfast woman like Ome would be able to make him behave.

Gojo grumbled, rubbing his smacked hand as he gravitated back to Ome’s orbit.

To say you weren’t having fun would be a lie. From your perch in your soft rocking chair, you watched everyone talk and laugh and joke with one another, hovering by you occasionally to dote on you but not crowd into your space.

Yuji stopped to sit next to you one too many times, adjusting your foot stool even though you had told him you were fine.

“I just want to make sure! Nanamin says that women have lots of water retention at this stage, I know that’s not comfortable.”

You ran your hand through his pink locks, patting the side of his cheek happily before you watched Megumi drag him away once again where he would be distracted for only twenty minutes before making his way back to you.

Kento was never too far away, always checking in on you and even circling the room with you when you wanted to get up and move. That familiar hand on your lower back kept you grounded, your anxiety taking a back seat for once as you soaked in the attention you were getting. Even when you all sat at his parents’ large dining room table, he stayed next to you, stroking the covered skin of your thigh as he sipped from his small glass of whiskey and conversed with Yuji.

All of the food was delicious and Kento deflected the praise, his face indifferent as he slid a piece of cake into his mouth even though you could see the slight coloring of pride in his irises.

You were overwhelmed but thankful for the presents. Shoko had gifted you with packs of cotton onesies for every stage of growth during the baby’s first year, Gojo had surprised you and Kento with a fully paid subscription to a very expensive diaper company that he refused to name. Yuji had even pulled out all the stops with a Montessori activity walker to the shock and appreciation of Kento as he rubbed his mentee’s shoulder in thanks. Geto for his quiet personality had gotten you something incredibly useful, a first aid and care kit for your daughter designed to help with almost every ailment and issue she might have. You received so many clothes and toys, enough diapers than what you knew to do with and a rather expensive stroller from Santo that he refused to listen to your protests about. Chiyo opted to give you your gift privately and you ignored the way your throat squeezed at the thought.

You were so loved, so incredibly loved to the point where people you had only known for half a year had gotten you such meaningful gifts for your baby that had yet to be born. You silently thanked Chiyo’s forwardness when she asked for a baby shower, you couldn’t have imagined saying no.

The baby shower was still in full swing, music playing softly from the speakers on the walls when Chiyo whisked you away upstairs and to the sitting room at the top of the steps. It gave you both privacy even though you could easily look over the banister of their home to see everyone a floor down. She sat you down on a small sectional before joining you, pulling a bag from her side to set onto your lap. She beckoned you to open, smiling gently at you, her cheeks shining and encouraging.

You smiled brightly at the expensive diaper bag, complete with compartments for bottles and pacifiers and even extra clothes; compact enough to carry with you everywhere but equipped enough to hold almost everything you could think of for an emergency.

She had also gotten you a care package specifically for you; lactation tea, cooling packs for aches and pains, a cotton nursing cover and even a free week of cleaning services for the house when you and Kento would be too tired to do anything.

The last gift had your stomach tightening instantly, your tongue drying in the back of your throat, eyes prickling with stinging to signal the coming of fresh tears. It was a large baby book; pages made to document every stage of your daughter’s life, small pouches for mementos like her first lock of hair and her first tooth, square sections carved out for photos, and even a page to write down everything about her first day of life. Her name, her weight and length, the date and time she would be born.

“I’ve always felt it was important to have a baby book, I had one for Kento and I love to look at it from time to time. I’m not sure if your mother would have gotten you something like this—I hope I’m not inserting myself, but I just felt—”

“It’s perfect.”

Your voice was wet as you spoke, a small smiling gracing your features as you clutched the book to your chest. Your mother would not have gotten you something like this, in fact she hadn’t given you anything or spoken to you since that night you were packing your house in Sendai. It was painful to think about and you pushed away the thoughts before they could fester, you wouldn’t let her ruin today for you.

“You will want for nothing as long as I’m around. I want you to feel loved, not just because you’re bringing a life into this world but because you deserve it. Your mother may not see you as one but, you are like a daughter to me. I hope you know that.”

She pressed a hand to your cheek, rubbing the skin with her thumb affectionately and you had to blink away the tears before they could come. It was a losing battle as you felt a few escape and you set the gifts to the side before pulling her into a warm hug, taking in her soft freesia scent as she rubbed small hands across your back.

“I do see that…thank you, Chiyo.”

“Why are you making her cry?”

Kento’s voice rung softly in the space of the sitting room, pulling you and Chiyo apart to look at him at the top of the steps, his arms crossed, and a brow lifted as he admonished his mother.

Chiyo scoffed, patting your cheek before she stood from her perch next to you and swatted at her son’s muscular chest.

“We were having a private conversation, stop fussing Kento. Show her around and help her freshen up.”

There was not much to see of the upstairs, it was equally as warm and inviting as the first floor; the walls were littered with more family photos and paintings, the doors to all rooms were closed except for two bathrooms, the hardwood floors even held a slight squeak when you walked on them, signaling old age from a well-used home.

Kento brought you to a closed door at the end of the hall, away from the commotion of the first floor. You held in a small gasp as he opened the door to what you assumed was his childhood bedroom. You were expecting a small bed decorated with racing cars, stickers of cartoons on the walls and a chest of toys. But instead, it was simply a room only someone like Kento would have as a child. A king bed with black sheets and pillows, light brown walls decorated with paintings and even more photos from his childhood, a dresser with a large mirror attached, the counter of it complete with bottles of cologne and watches, he even had a telescope by one of his windows, the lens peeking through black curtains.

You were mildly disappointed, and it showed on your face judging by the soft chuckle from Kento next to you as he closed the bedroom door, casting you both in silence.

“Expecting something more sinister?”

“A racecar bed. Maybe pictures on your walls of half-naked women. Mickey Mouse bed sheets.”

Kento walked past you, sitting down on the edge of his bed and crossing his arms before throwing you a heated look.

“I had a racecar bed when I was six, I kept all pictures of women locked in a safe under my bed, and I have no idea who Mickey Mouse is.”

The string of admissions shocked you to the point where you had no choice but to belt out a laugh, throwing your head back and chuckling into the soft smelling air of his room. It was too much to comprehend at once, too much to possibly imagine without giving you a headache. A teenage Kento, day one of hitting puberty, gawking at a magazine cutout of boobs under his sheets.

“Stop laughing.”

His slightly annoyed tone rang into your ears, making you laugh a little harder as you walked to him and placed both of your hands on his shoulders. He was glowering up at you, brown eyes playfully glaring as your chuckles died down.

“I’m sorry it just sounds so…normal coming from you. I expected it and even when you admitted it, I was still shocked. Imagining Nanami Kento, Director of Strategic Partners, as a six year old with spiderman pajamas and a racecar bed—”

“I wore normal pajamas.”

“Do you still have the safe under your bed?”

He narrowed his eyes at you, flustered already from only two minutes of your teasing and scrambling for purchase to remain ahead of the conversation. One wrong move from him and you would be on him fast and as much as he reveled in the way you picked him apart, too much of it and he would be bending you over the edge of his bed in a matter of minutes.

“I guess I’ll have to investigate myself then.”

You made to bend down under his bed, but he stopped you instantly, grabbing an upper arm with a large hand and sitting you on his bed with a little force that had you clenching your thighs together. He got onto his knees, looking underneath his bed before procuring a small black safe, a single opening in the front fitted for a key. Your eyes widened as he pulled a taped key from the side of the box and held it out to you, serious eyes meeting your nervous gaze as you took the key from him and opened the safe.

You held your breath, fingers gripping the edges of the box before you yanked it open and looked inside to see.

Nothing.

“You think I would keep pictures of beautiful women in my parents’ home? Especially when I no longer live here? You’re smarter than that.”

You glared at him, your face flustered and red, eyebrows furrowing in embarrassed frustration.

“How does it feel to be teased?”

“Fuck you.”

He barked out a laugh, hot and large hands suddenly on your thighs and smoothing along the fabric covering your skin. Your annoyed gaze faltered, eye twitching fractionally and refusing to widen as he pulled one of your hands closer to him, kissing the skin of your palm.

“Have I upset you?”

You tried to ignore the immediate ignition of fire in your core, your thighs flinching and begging to part for him and let him in between. You nodded curtly, unable to speak over the sudden dryness in your throat as he flipped your hand over, kissing the inside of your palm before trailing soft lips up your sleeve covered arm, brushing the exposed skin of your shoulder, the thin part of your neck before kissing you fully on the lips. You ached to melt into him, to turn your brain off and just let him lay you down and take you where you wanted. But there were people downstairs, no doubt asking where you were.

But he didn’t care, clearly if the way he was kissing you was any indication. His pupils were blown completely when he pulled away to look at you, thin rings of brown staring at you with heated intent.

“Shall I make it up to you then?”

You had him right where you wanted him, on his knees and ready to service you in the way that only he knew how. But you were gaping like a fish, fighting with the lust slowly frying the veins in your body with the logic of not being in the privacy of your own home.

“What would you like, hmm?”

His deep voice rumbled in your direction, rattling your nerves as his fingers trailed down your thighs again, sliding against the naked skin of your legs and pushing the fabric of your dress up nice and slow, exposing your skin to the cool air of his room. Your chest was heaving slowly with deep breaths, arousal pumping through your veins and boiling in your gut as you felt the logic of the situation slowly begin to fizzle away.

“You want me to lick that pretty pussy of yours?”

God.

There was hardly ever a build up with his words. He was almost always nasty, always vulgar and condescending. You loved it, thrived off it.

Your fingers curled into the sheets of his bed, nails digging into the fabric and scratching along the material as you tried to not tremble as his fingers lingered on the hem of your white panties. He hummed, the tips of his fingers breaching the hem just slightly, pulling a gasp from your throat.

“That’s not enough is it? Want me to fuck you?”

“I-I…”

You were blushing furiously, cheeks red and inflamed as you let your embarrassment take hold and mix with the flooding lust in your bones. You wanted both, wanted him to bury his face in your cunt and then fuck you until you were sobbing with pleasure. Based on the dark chuckle that vibrated from Kento’s chest, he must have read the want on your face.

“Use your words for me, baby.”

You swallowed thickly, pushing down the desire just enough to help you think on your own without any influence. Wordlessly, you pulled a pillow from the head of his bed and propped it behind your back. His eyes widened as he watched you slowly pull your heeled feet up to rest on the bed, your dress pooling at your hips before you slowly opened your legs for him.

“I want all of it. Please?”

The sound of you begging nicely had him hissing slowly through his nose, brown eyes locked on the dark spot of your clothed cunt. His mouth watered at the sight, drool pooling in the back of his throat and threatening to choke him as you pulled your white panties to the side to show your cunt already dripping down your slit, eager for him.

“For you? I’ll give you anything.”

You didn’t have time to respond before he was lapping at you, swiping a thick tongue along the length of your slit, collecting your slick before circling his tongue around your clit. You whimpered harshly, ignored the nagging thought of your volume as you watched him flick his tongue against your clit, wet and sloppy with arousal trailing down you before he dipped his head down and collected the escaping slick with his thick tongue before he was dipping it inside of your fluttering hole.

“Yes, Kento.”

The thick muscle slid along your walls, pulsing and curling, brushing against that spot in you with practiced ease that had you whimpering, biting your lip hard to be as quiet as possible.

“Please—please, I need.”

You were begging as quietly as you could manage, the hot embers of an orgasm licking to life, coiling in your belly and heating the base of your spine. You needed him in you, had to have it before people downstairs began to catch on. His stoic eyes looked up at you expectantly, twinges of a question flickering in the thin brown color as he ate you out with a slow precision intended to drive you mad on purpose. You had to use your words, had to speak or else he would stay exactly where he was, throbbing cock or not.

“Need you inside of me.”

He hummed in approval, the vibration drumming against your clit and pulling a choked moan from the back of your throat as you watched him slowly slide two fingers into your sopping hole with ease. You bit your lip harshly, licking along the small cut your teeth had drawn, tasting the slight pang of copper in your mouth as he stroked his fingers inside of you, curling and hitting that spot on the roof of your walls instantly.

It wasn’t long before he gently worked in a third finger, stretching you deliciously and pulling a satisfied hiss from the back of your throat. He wouldn’t tease you, clearly acknowledging the shortage of time as his tongue worked harshly at your clit, flicking at just the right pressure that had your hands burying in his hair, your toes curling in your open sandal heels, your jaw dropping and your chest panting into the air as he pulled you closer and closer, his eyes never leaving yours as he latched his lips onto your clit and moaned, yanking your orgasm from you, your eyes blinking in shock.

You jerked harshly against him, biting both of your lips closed as you muffled a shriek into the air, your muscles pulling tight as your orgasm pulsed through your body, intensity waning slowly as Kento continued to lick you through it, admiring your blissful face before he kissed your clit and chuckled at the way you relaxed back into the pillow behind your back.

He raised himself from his knees, leaning over you and wrapping the hand that wasn’t covered in your juices around the side of your neck before he was craning you up to him in the way he wanted and slotting his lips to yours. You moaned softly at the taste of yourself, your pussy already throbbing at the prospect of being filled. He pulled away from you, your lips smacking apart before he licked your bottom lip and smiled softly down at you.

“That’s my girl.”

You smiled up at him, eyes hooded and head beginning to cloud over again as you let the praise from him lips drive through your veins. He was hard as soon as his hands had touched your thighs only minutes ago, throbbing as he ravaged at your cunt and made you cum, but now he was straining against his slacks, painful and begging to be wrapped up in you.

His eyes didn’t leave yours as he unzipped his pants and pushed them down along with his underwear over the muscular swell of his ass, his thick cock smacking his abdomen. Patience suddenly wearing thin, he was quickly pulling your hips to the edge of the bed, smoothing large hands along the soft skin of your cinnamon thighs and groaning under his breath as he watched you lean down to circle your clit and use your index and middle finger to spread your folds apart.

“You have to be quick.”

He didn’t offer you a response, his brain was barely functioning at this point as he stroked his cock, using your slick on his fingers to coat himself before he was pressing a knee into the bed and guiding himself to your dripping hole, sliding into you slowly. He clenched his jaw at the feel of you, hot and wet and tight walls still fluttering from your dying orgasm. You took him like a champ, biting into your bottom lip and holding back a moan as he filled you to the brim, stretching you in a way that you had become familiar with but still struggled to take every time.

You clenched around him purposely, eyes widening in delight as you watched him groan in the back of his throat, Adam’s apple bobbing and eyes fluttering before he looked down at you harshly, annoyed. He spared no more extra time, pushing in the rest of the way in a smooth stroke, your hips smacking together as he slid home.

There was no time for buildup and slowness, and he took the lead immediately, fucking you at a steady pace that was hitting you deep in the spot that you loved but not too harshly to hurt you or make you uncomfortable. It was a struggle to keep your mouth closed, quiet whimpers leaving your throat as you tried to gain purchase from his thrusts that were pushing you higher and higher up his bed. A scalding hand grabbed your calf, caressing between the straps of your heels before throwing the ankle over his shoulder, opening you up and allowing him to sink further into you. You couldn’t help the broken moan that tumbled from your lips, your cheeks coloring in embarrassment as you prayed to whatever god that was listening that no one had heard you.

“You better be quiet.”

He hissed the words to you, low and harsh as he brushed his lips along the skin of your ankle and bit down, the sharp pain pulling a yelp from the base of your stomach, cunt quivering in response. Your mind was reeling, struggling to gain a semblance of control as the fat tip of his cock began to poke the spongy walls of your g-spot. Your fingers dug into the black sheets of his bed, curling and pulling to keep yourself anchored to reality as more moans slipped past your lips, free flowing and warbled.

Kento hovered over you, lips an inch from yours, cock still thrusting, the cologne from his clothes invading and dulling your senses.

“You want them to hear?”

You shook your head quickly, mouth parted and panting whimper after whimper as drool collected in the back of your throat.

“You want your friends to realize you’ve been gone? They all think you’re taking a breather, but in reality, you’re laid out on my bed, in the room I grew up in, thighs open and moaning and taking my cock like the naughty, needy little thing you are.” 

Your cunt throbbed around him at his words, pleasure pumping the blood faster down to your core, engorging you to the point of pain as you felt your arousal leak from you with every thrust. His eyes were steeled with a determination that excited you, lust and arousal oozing from every pore on his skin and onto your panting body.

You moaned at the sudden intrusion of his fingers in your mouth, the taste of your slick from earlier falling onto your taste buds.

“Be quiet, baby. Imagine how mortified you’ll be if my mother were to open the door right now. Imagine how horrified she would look to see her only child fucking his girlfriend and the mother of his child into the sheets he slept in as a kid.”

The sound of the word girlfriend falling from his lips, verbal proof that you were his, the implication that he probably hadn’t even locked the door, and the taste of yourself on the fingers in your mouth had a part of you shaking in satisfaction, unearthing a kink you never thought you had. You felt your eyelids droop, the coherent thoughts leaking from your ears almost instantly as pure lust took over. The smiling and soft woman that you showed to everyone else had been pushed to the side, allowing the sinful one to take her place that had you wrapping the leg that wasn’t on his shoulder around his waist, your tongue twisting between the spaces of his fingers inside of your mouth, and your cunt fluttering incessantly as another orgasm crept around the corner.

The actions made him hiss, cursing harshly under his breath as he felt the telltale sign of an orgasm make itself known.

“When we aren’t pressed for time, I promise I’ll fuck you just the way you love; nice and deep with all the time in the world. I’ll give you everything you want. I’ll whisper those dirty slutty words you love so much, bend you over and smack this pretty ass until its nice and red, I’ll make you cum over and over. I’ll give you this cock anyway you want it, anytime you want it, in the way you deserve until you’re sobbing and howling my name just the way I like.”

You were absolutely gone; eyes cloudy and unfocused, ears red from embarrassment of the nastiness of his words, lips wet around his fingers and a trace of drool trailing down the side of your mouth, the cleavage of your breasts bouncing under the fabric of your sweetheart neckline with each thrust, whimper after whimper leaving your throat and vibrating on the skin of his fingers in your hot mouth.

The sight of you had his balls drawing tight, pace increasing as he fucked you with abandon, the thought of your comfort always present even in the haze of his pleasure addled mind.

You didn’t care if they caught you, didn’t care if his mother walked in; all you cared about was falling over the edge of the mountain you had finally reached the top of. You needed it, had to have it now and the desperation was pounding in your skull.

Another brush of his cock at the right angle inside of you had you moaning sharply around his fingers, cunt clenching him impossibly tight as your orgasm hovered over the precipice. He could tell immediately, dark eyes lighting up in satisfaction before he leered down at you.

“Do you want to cum?” You nodded harshly, eyebrows furrowing deeply as the pleasure squeezed and teased you to the point of pain. “Show me that you want it.”

Your hand flew down to your clit immediately, fingers circling your bundle of nerves, zipping pleasure up your spine like electricity. His eyes were locked on the act, watching your manicured fingers rub at your clit and his own cock sliding in and out of you, wet with your slick and splitting you open in a way that drove him insane.

“Fuck. Go ahead and cum, darling. Be good and give it to me.”

It only took his voice and another swipe of your fingers before you were seizing against him, cunt locking around him like a vice as your orgasm punched from your gut. You shrieked against the fingers in your mouth, trying not to bite down as you twitched and spasmed beneath him. The feeling of you locked around him had him barreling towards his own end, swearing into the space between you both, punching one, two, three thrusts into you before he was groaning into the skin of your breasts and spilling inside of you.

The sounds of panting was the only thing filling the room, the noise of people talking and laughing from downstairs echoing in the distance and drifting from beneath the door. His fingers slid from your mouth as he sat up a little to look down at you, hair still immaculate besides a few strands that had escaped and were plastered to his forehead, brown eyes filled with contentment as he smiled down at you, a trace of his teeth peeking between parted lips.

It was probably just the endorphins still pumping wildly through your veins. Or it could have been your proximity. Regardless, that weird feeling in your chest that you had been trying to decipher for weeks now and peel your way through had returned tenfold, pushing at the edges of your vision and curling the muscle of your stomach.

So you did, what you did best.

“Excellent form given the circumstances and time crunch. We can go over notes later tonight.”

He took the bait and rolled his eyes dramatically, smacking the flesh of your ass beneath your dress. You smiled up at him, biting hard into your bottom lip as he sat up fully and kissed the ankle that was still on his shoulder, the touch licking heat up your skin and making your already erratic heart from fucking flutter for an entirely different reason. You moaned gently as he carefully slid out of you, your muscles contracting from the waning intrusion. His eyes held no shame as they locked onto your fluttering hole, small traces of his cum leaking out before he was subconsciously using a finger to shove it back inside. He ignored your playful growl as he slid your panties back into place and lifted an elegant brow in your direction.

“You better not waste it.”

“I’m already pregnant.”

“I don’t care. Keep it in.”

You stifled a giggle at the seriousness of his words, reaching for his outstretched hands as he gently guided you up and onto your feet.

He wordlessly fussed over you; smoothing down your curls, sliding away the wrinkles of your dress, wiping the perspiration from your forehead and neck. It was a common thing with Kento, for as much as he fucked you like it was his last day on Earth, he was back to his normal caring self afterwards, doting on you until you would giggle and slap his hands away.

As he zipped up his own pants and fixed his clothes, you smoothed the loose blonde strands on his head back into place, soaking in the softness of his hair before you rested that same hand on his cheek and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

He opened his mouth, hesitating only for a second before the odd look was gone from his face and he was offering you a gentle smile instead.

“I’ll go down first. You join after a few minutes.”

You nodded softly, the weird feeling returning and twisting your stomach again. You refused to show him your inner turmoil, one odd look from you and he would refuse to leave altogether until he figured out what was wrong.

“Thank you for showing me your room.”

Kento scoffed, the sound rumbling from his broad chest before he smirked down at you with a sinister gaze.

“You were looking at the ceiling most of the time.”

You gawked and smacked his chest, cursing inwardly at the heavy blush of your cheeks and flipping him off as he sauntered from his room.

“Oh honey, how are you feeling?”

Chiyo was the first person to reach out to you as soon as you descended the stairs minutes later. She fussed in exactly the way her son did, pressing a palm to your forehead to check for a fever or perspiration, smoothing down your curls, giving you more of that motherly attention in small doses.

“I was cramping just a little, so I sat down for a bit.”

She waved you away immediately, ushering you to your rocking chair, propping up your feet and laying the lavender throw blanket over your stomach. You held in a giggle, letting her dote on you in her own way before disappearing back into the kitchen.

You could feel Ome’s gaze from across the room before you caught it, silver eyes locking onto yours and filling with delight before she wiggled her eyebrows. You glared at her in reply.

“Y/n!”

Yu’s voice boomed from across the living room before you saw him. His brown bowl-cut styled hair was slightly wind swept, cheeks a little red which told you he had probably just arrived. He was carrying a large Tupperware container, the sides of the plastic steaming from the inside and hiding what was in it.

You offered him a gentle smile as he leaned down to press a kiss to your cheek, apologizing profusely for arriving late.

“I was making a fresh batch for you and the baby. Kaya is sick and she has your gift. I forgot to pick it up from her before I left, so I’ll make sure you get it tomorrow.”

He pulled the lid off and your mouth watered at the sight of the steam wafting from inside, hitting your nose with butter and sweetness of whatever magical concoction he had cooked up.

“My famous sweet bread. This is only for you, Kento can only have one.”

Kento glared at Yu’s back from his spot on the couch across from you, his arms folded over the back of the seat.

“What have I done to warrant that response?”

You held your tongue as you took the container from him, thanking him gently before you were plucking a piece of bread from inside and biting into the hot texture. Kento glared harder at the way you rolled your eyes in satisfaction, his body shifting on the sofa as Yu plopped down next to him and snickered.

“If you get more than one, you will eat the entire container. Why deprive your girlfriend and daughter of my hard work?”

You hummed happily to yourself as you took another bite, the steam billowing inside of your mouth and melting the butter and cooked dough further onto your tongue.

“If you tell me the recipe, I will not have to constantly harass you—”

“Nope.”

Yu enunciated the ‘p’ in his word, his nonchalance making Kento’s eyes flash with indignation and fold his arms across his chest.

“I have most of the recipe down. I’m just missing one thing.”

Yu smiled up at Chiyo’s approaching form, accepting the plate from her hands and a kiss to his cheek before he was fluttering pouty eyes at his best friend.

“Why don’t you ask me nicely for the secret ingredient? Maybe I’ll tell you if you’re right.”

Kento sneered at his antics, face coloring with annoyance before he was immediately conceding. He paused for a few moments, eyes looking down thoughtfully before he spoke.

“Vanilla.”

“It would make it too sweet.”

“Molasses.”

“That’s more for fruitcake.”

“Brown sugar.”

“Eh?! Do you taste brown sugar, Kento! Your palette is failing you already, and at the ripe age of twenty-nine.”

You soaked in the warmth that filled your chest as you watched them bicker, admiring the soft smile that graced Kento’s lips as he argued with his best friend. You took another bite of Yu’s sweet bread and steeled your shoulders for an interrogation as Ome made her way over to you.

***

The days following your baby shower were busy. If you weren’t fixing up your studio at your home and working on the stencil in the nursery, you were at Rory’s studio teaching classes. Today specifically would be jam packed as you would be meeting with your first client, the woman from Rory’s exhibit almost a month ago. You had painstakingly put every step of your process of throwing and crafting on paper; describing every step, how long it would take, and even pictures of what to expect during every phase of the process. Rory had helped you use his own work to put together a modest list of quotes based on what clients might want and Kento had already enlisted Yuji’s help to create a website for you.

You had expected to be nervous about it all. Well, you were nervous, but you still somehow felt…ready. It all felt right, being able to finally put a stamp on your work, letting others absorb and ask more of it. It filled you with a sense of accomplishment that had you smiling widely as you scrolled through texts on your phone while you stood in Rory’s studio.

Omelia: You’re going to fucking kill it, babe. Be confident. I love you!

Gojo: Obviously you’re going to do great because you’re the best at what you do. If you do well, text me immediately. Something tells me that if Ome is happy, she will finally put her hands on me.

Yuji: Y/n! Good luck today! Geto says good luck as well and to wear blue, it makes you look more powerful and compliments your skin tone. I miss you!

Kento: If she makes you uncomfortable, tell Rory immediately or call me. Do not doubt yourself and if at any moment you need more time, that is completely okay. You’ll do great, darling. Let me know how it goes.

The woman, who introduced herself as Hina, was cordial and nice, agreeing with almost everything you had presented and even respectfully offering her own suggestions. Your nerves had vanished almost as soon as she squealed at pictures of what you had put together. It had gone so well even if it was only an initial meeting to figure out what she wanted and give her a quote, she had agreed with everything immediately and your mind was already ruminating with timelines and how that would fit in with your rapidly advancing pregnancy.

You were also set to teach three advanced classes today; anything at a beginner level would cause you to slouch more to show the basics and put too much strain on your back. The pro would be that you could rest more frequently and not have to worry about being over a shoulder constantly, the con would be the length of each class. Because it was an advanced level, each class usually lasted around two and a half hours. It was lengthy but to see everyone’s hard work and know you had attributed to that was all the more rewarding to push through.

So you rode off your high of texting your friends back with status updates as your first class filtered into Rory’s studio for the day, your eyes smiling down at Kento’s reply of the promise of freshly baked brownies tonight to celebrate.

But that high came crashing down not even an hour into your first class as your phone rang for the third time in the span of two minutes. You allowed the class on a small break and pushed down the alarm when you saw that all three calls were from Kento. He picked up immediately when you dialed back.

“I’m sorry, I know you’re teaching and—”

“What’s wrong?”

He paused, pulling the sound of a running car in the background before he spoke again.

“Yu is in the hospital. I don’t know what happened, Kaya called me in hysterics so me and Gojo are on our way there now.”

You felt your blood run cold, your hand clutching the sides of your phone tightly as you spoke.

“O-ok. I can end early and Rory can take over—”

“No. I can handle it, truly. I’m sure it was not anything serious and you have a lot on your plate today. I just wanted to let you know. Focus on your classes and I promise I’ll call as soon as I know more.”

You swallowed the growing lump in your throat, your anxiety beginning to fester in the pit of your stomach as you wrestled for the right thing to do or say. You should be there at his side. Even if you couldn’t do anything, you should be there. But you had no idea how Kento would react. Besides that late night talk in your kitchen a few days ago, you had yet to see any other serious emotion plague his face that was too deep in vulnerability. You didn’t want to push him away completely.

“I promise. Worry about classes right now. Can you do that for me?”

You found yourself nodding even though he couldn’t see you and squeaking out a small reply before he said goodbye and hung up the phone. The sounds of your students filtering back into the studio kept you from thinking too much further about it, their questions and need for a steady eye had managed to pull your worry back within itself for the time being.

Kento had sent you a text by the time your second class was starting.

Kento: He was hit by a car. I don’t know the details of how it happened, all I know is that he’s in surgery now and the prognosis is good. They caught the internal bleeding early and expect there to be no lingering damage. 

Thank goodness. How are you? I can come there and be with you, I just finished up at the studio.

Kento: I’m doing fine, I promise. It’s late and I don’t want you sitting in these atrocious chairs. Go home, relax and get some rest. I’ll call you with any updates.

You texted him every hour, asking about the status and how he was doing, and he responded quickly with the same words; he was perfectly fine, Yu was still in surgery, please get some rest. It brought you some semblance of peace and it helped that Ome showed up to distract you with shitty movies. But you couldn’t laugh at the lines you had memorized as they played on the screen of your television, your eyes constantly looking down at your phone, wondering and worrying about Kento. About Yu.

When he didn’t respond to your text at midnight or the one after that at one in the morning, the anxiety that you had tried to keep at bay had made its way back inside the pit of your stomach, twisting and turning your guts to the point of pain.

When he didn’t answer your phone call at two am, you rang for Gojo instead who picked up instantly.

“What’s happening? Kento isn’t answering. Is Yu—”

“No. Yu’s not.”

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, your mind rattling with the implications of his words.

“Yu’s not…what?”

Gojo sighed heavily on the other line, his breath wet.

“Yu’s not…okay. He’s not okay. He didn’t make it.”

Ome’s hand on your arm made you pull in a sharp breath, eyes fluttering through the jolting feeling of ice water being doused over your body, soaking through your skin and freezing over your veins.

“What—"

“He was stable for a while but then his body just couldn’t keep up. It was just too much trauma and he—well he didn’t make it.”

You shook your head, eyes filling with tears at his words, disbelief clenching at the stuttering of your heart as you tried to grasp the reality of the situation. From your expression, you could see Ome sagging into your couch, the breath leaving her body as she curled her knees to her chest and buried her face in between them.

You had just seen Yu. Just a few days ago at the baby shower. He was smiling and loud, laughing and fucking just fine—

“Nanamin is on his way over. I had to send him away, he was just—he had to go. I don’t want him by himself, not right now.”

“I’ll take care of him. Get home safely…please.”

The silence of your living room was deafening, the movie on the tv still playing, voices lost to you and Ome in the background as you both tried to get ahold of something to tether yourselves to the present.

It didn’t make sense. None of it made sense. Did he get hit on accident? Was it malicious? You couldn’t imagine a harmful bone in Yu’s body, not one. And the thought of someone targeting him on purpose had nausea curling into the back of your throat, hot and acidic.

The sound of Ome’s phone ringing into the room made you both jump, your spine zipping in shock and forcing you out of thoughts that were only growing darker.

“It’s Gojo.”

“You should be with him. He grew up with Yu too and I know he doesn’t want to be alone.”

She was nodding almost to herself, for once not arguing with you as she slipped on her shoes and gave you a warm hug before disappearing from your home.

You were cleaning up the living room when the doorbell rang, the sound bringing the festering feeling in your stomach with it as you pulled open the door to your home to the sight of Kento.

His hair was windblown and free of gel, his eyes free of his glasses and it was the first time you wished they were there.

The Nanami Kento that looked down at you was one reminiscent of your time when you both worked together, serious and blank without any of the other emotions you had grown to decipher masterfully. There were no traces of crying, no red rimmed eyes or puffy skin. He looked serious, unmoved, and unbelievably tired. The sight made the nausea from earlier bubble in your chest, your heart thumping in a way that was almost uncomfortable.

You opened the door wider for him without another word, your mouth too dry and mind too jumbled to speak just this moment. He walked in silently, toeing off his shoes at the door and shrugging off his coat before he hung it up in your coat closet next to you.

“Are…are you hungry?”

You hated the words as soon as they left your mouth, but you couldn’t help it, you hadn’t expected this demeanor from him, at least not from losing a best friend, a lifeline. You were scrambling.

“No, not really. But I thank you for asking.”

Always so polite even when his world had been ripped in two. His voice was just as cool and blank, devoid of any inflections of heartbreak or sadness and it made the odd thumping of your heart return.

Kento lingered at your kitchen island, his tall form almost out of place in the house he so frequently visited as he ran a large hand through his locks before sighing slowly, his breath vacant of any sort of tone.

You were quiet as you approached him, mouth fumbling for the right words and willing yourself to be gentle so you wouldn’t push him too far.

“I called Gojo and he…told me what happened. You weren’t answering so—”

“I did not mean to worry you.”

He turned his head to look at you, a quick smile that didn’t exactly connect with his eyes gracing his features before it fell from his face. You tried to peel through the layers of him, tried so hard to see if there was something in his eyes, on his face, a twinge of his mouth, something.

But his eyes were just as blank as the first day you met him. He turned to look back at the clean countertop vacantly, the room falling silent and your body twisting in discomfort.

You reached for him carefully, your hand resting on his arm as you spoke.

“Kento do you—”

Your words fell short as you watched him pull away from you, arm curling away as if it had been brushed with something slimy before he was turning to face you instead and grabbing the hand that was still hanging in the air from where it had touched him.

“I’m sorry,” his voice was abrupt, almost dry as it burst forth from his throat. He smiled at you softly, hoping the expression was enough to atone for his abrasiveness. “I don’t mean to be short with you, but I’m just—I’m very tired. Is it alright if I stay the night?”

You nodded profusely, blinking away the sting in the back of your eyes.

“Of course. You go ahead, I’ll be there soon.”

His face held nothing as he leaned down to kiss the hand that he held and then the side of your mouth, eyes unchanging as you watched him walk away and down the hall to your room. He was right there, only a few doors down, but even with the heat of his lips still on your face, you had never felt more further away from him.

#Nanami kento #Kento nanami #Nanami Kento x reader #Nanami Kento x black reader #Nanami Kento x black fem reader #nanami x you #Nanami Kento x y/n #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #It Had To Be You #mysteria157 #anime x black reader #Nanami Kento fanfic #jjk fanfic #jjk x black reader #Nanami Kento smut #jjk au #masterlist #It Had To Be You masterlist

[pianocat939]

I’m feeling really weird the last 2 days- like I’m having short symptoms of pain and sickness that last only a few hours- and my leg is being shitty to me more than usual so…I decided to indulge myself. And cuz everyone loves a good Jiang Shi Donnie brainrot-

Tw: mention of murder, blood, vampire blood sucking bitch, mention of anxiety

You don’t know why you suddenly decided to go wander around the mini forest next to your house. It wasn’t anything grand, just a string of trees clustered together to make a weird garden.

Normally, it’s nothing odd to go take a walk, but it was also pitch black in the night. The only light you had was the moon, which surprisingly enabled to let you see just enough that you knew where you were going.

Everything was going fine, and the silence seemed was comforting to your mind that never seemed to stop thinking. Emptiness. The true form of peace; releasing all forms of negativity or positivity. A neutral state.

You sat on the old white garden bench, a few paint chips falling off. You observed the nearby bushels and grass, staring at the foliage with no purpose in mind. The soft wisp of a breeze flutters through your clothes. Not necessarily a chilling one, just…perfect temperature.

Your mind’s been caught up on too many things as of late. For once, the outside world was working its wonders to you.

Until you heard a pained gasp from a far.

It was barely audible, but it was enough to make you jerk your head towards the direction of the sound. Your eyes wide with caution. What was that?

You slowly stood, the bench making a hushed squeak from being rickety. You approached the sound hesitantly, your hands trembling every so often.

And then you saw a glimpse of vivid purple through the branches and leaves. They were staring downwards…A horrifying sight was before you that very moment.

A young man was hardly conscious, being held up by a creature wearing tattered robes. Its fangs dug deep into his shoulder, as the beast devours the scarlet liquid: a true glutton. It released a snarl, just barely above a whisper.

Its violet eyes were focused on the blood, until they slowly shifted over to your direction. The green-skinned creature released its bite, staring at you dead silently. Slowly, its expression contorted into a cruel, maniacal grin. As it carelessly dropped the man, before it started to hop over to your direction.

Your heart stopped. You felt your muscles tighten. Your eyes were glancing around the scene aimlessly. You were gonna be killed, and fed to a creature of greed.

You back away in hesitant steps, before dashing away, back through the path you explored from. You heard a feral growl come from behind you, and the sounds of jade beads rattling. You were about to exit the secluded garden, when you suddenly tripped over. Hitting smack flat onto the ground.

You felt your knee throb with agony, from knocking into the edge of the old bench. You frantically tried to get your footing, but as soon as you shifted your weight onto your foot, a sharp dagger of discomfort invaded your ankle. You hiss in pain, flinching.

You could hear the heavy footings get closer, louder. You used your arms to pick yourself up, but once more, your ankle failed you. You gasped and narrowed your eyes from the pain, cursing.

You then felt a soft weight on your leg, and you look to see the creature staring at you, its smile still plastered on its face. Its hand pat your leg, before letting out a content grunt.

No no no. You were gonna be eaten up by a stupid zombie vampire- who doesn’t even know how to walk. You didn’t move.

If you fought back, who knows what would happen? Your mind is a jumbled mess, panic and anxiety feeding off your fears.

“愚蠢的…” (Silly/Stupid)

It laughed, its voice hoarse and cutting out a bit. It grabbed you by your shoulders and heaved you up onto the bench. It sat beside you, glancing down at your injured leg.

“跌倒了…絕望” (Fell down, hopeless)

It leaned closer, its blood stained lips and fangs in view. It whispered, “我會幫你…投胎.” (I’ll help you, reincarnation)

Its clawed, bony hands pat your head.

Why did you ever think it was smart to walk out into the woods late at night?

——————————————————

I referenced my own leg problems lmao-

For those who don’t know, “reincarnation” is just a hint back to the lore I have of Jiang Shi Donnie.

Anyway- have some brainrot with a shitty ending

#I wrote this all on my phone lmao #rottmnt #tmnt #yandere rottmnt #yandere tmnt #yandere #yandere x reader #rottmnt x reader #tmnt x reader #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #Jiang Shi

[solbach-colbrock]

Demon Bait - Seth Borden X Reader

SUMMARY - Turns out demons are drawn to you even more than spirits are to Seth

WARNINGS - established relationship w/ Seth and reader, demonic entities

WORDS - 1.4k

NOTES - this didn’t quite turn out the way that I had hoped but frankly I’m stuck on this one so hopefully its good enough for y’all lol (also I know the gif is being weird shut up)

~*~*~*~

It was something you had learned the hard way. For some reason, you seemed to be a magnet for demons. Every location that was said to have a demonic presence, you would be targeted by it. You couldn’t even make fun of Seth for being ghost bait anymore because you decidedly had it worse. 

The house had been active since the moment you walked in the door. Most of it was knocking and footsteps, but the spirit box had also turned itself on in Sam’s backpack and emitted a tone that indicated a large temperature change. More concerning than anything was the constant presence you felt over your left shoulder the entire night.

You had stopped vocalizing most of the things you experienced, as the boys had started talking about keeping you out of potentially demonic locations, and you weren’t willing to be benched from any investigations. You only ever told them the small stuff anymore.

You had been investigating this house for around seven hours, and it was finally 3AM. The feeling of being watched had been growing stronger all night, and by now felt like there was someone – or something – standing a mere inch behind you at all times. You felt crowded, to say the least.

The demonic energy was said to be in the master bedroom on the first floor, something that your gut was telling you was true. Earlier in the night, you thought you had seen a shadow figure in this room, and you felt something tug at the back of your shirt as you walked out, as if something was trying to pull you back in. It was the last place you guys had to properly investigate, and you were planning to finish off the night with an Estes session. 

“Are you sure you want to go under for this? You’ve been kinda spacey for the past hour. I don’t want this thing to get to you too much. I can go under if you’d rather sit this one out,” Seth offered. As someone who attracted a lot of paranormal attention, he knew something in that house had an eye for you. He had also done enough investigations with you that he was able to see when something was targeting you. It was scary enough being targeted by normal spirits, so he could only imagine how terrifying it would be to have demons attracted to you.

“I’ll be fine, babe. If I’m not, I’ll pull myself out. I don’t allow these things to harm me if I can help it,” you replied, taking the blindfold from Colby. 

“You say that, but what if you can’t? What if this thing is stronger than you? It already said your name five times tonight. I don’t know if I like this.”

“Seth, I’m an adult. I know what my limits are. This is our last investigation. Tell you what, if you get too scared while I’m under, you can pull me out, okay?”

You and Sam shared the sentiment that, because there were a lot of reports of people being touched or grabbed while in the bed, that you would get the best results while laying on it for your session, although Seth made you compromise on the issue, and you ended up just sitting on it to appease him. He was always very protective of you while doing paranormal stuff, even before you had started dating.

A shadow figure, 8 feet tall and bending down sideways to look at you, showed itself to you in the doorway right before you went under.

“Begin.”

“Wow, immediately.”

“Speak. Now.” The putrid smell of smoke filled your nostrils. You scrunched your nose as it seemed to heat up your face.

“We haven’t even asked anything yet. That’s crazy.”

“Who are we speaking to?”

“You know me.”

“We know you? Is this Elizabeth again? We were speaking to you earlier.”

“You wish I…”

“Like ‘you wish I was Elizabeth’, as if what we’re talking to isn’t her?”

“That’s creepy. Tell us your name. Who are we talking to?”

“Are you scared yet?”

“Oh, fuck off, that’s not cool.”

“Borden. Fear.”

“Are you the demon that was said to make Elizabeth set the bedroom on fire?”

“Demon. Beelzebub.”

“We should stop talking to this thing. You know what happens when Y/N-“

“Not yours anymore.”

“I don’t think we should keep-“

“Wait.”

When your leg had started shaking, you hadn’t noticed. What you had noticed however, was just how lightheaded you were getting. You almost had to fight to keep your head up. The static of the spirit box was starting to lull you into a meditative state that blocked out even the ability to perceive the feelings in your own body. You took a deep breath and continued listening.

“I set the fires.”

“Fires, plural? Did you set multiple fires?”

“Different people.”

“You made different people set the fires?”

“Pyromaniac demon is a new one.”

“Maybe it wanted to recreate Hell on earth or something.”

“Yours. For you.”

“Our Hell? What-“

“Not leaving with you.”

“Correct, you’re not allowed to leave with us.”

“Can we talk about this really quickly? It makes people set fires, supposedly in order to create a personal Hell. For Elizabeth, it was killing her own sister, and it sounds like it’s made other people do the same.”

“You’re not understanding.”

“What are we not understanding? Help us understand, tell us what you want us to know.”

“You’re losing this one. Y/N. Leave us.”

“Fuck no, pull them out.”

“Mine now. Say goodbye.”

“Pull them the fuck out!”

The red light from the camera blinded you as the headphones and blindfold were ripped from your head. A pair of arms wrapped around you before you could completely remember where you were. All three boys were shouting, you assumed enforcing that whatever was in this house needed to leave you alone. Your head crashed backwards into Seth’s chest, giving yourself a moment to get your bearings back.

“Holy fuck, baby, your nose is bleeding.”

Your hand came away from your face coated in blood that you hadn’t even felt fall. Even under the red light, you could tell it was a lot. Sam rushed to turn the room lights on as Colby stopped recording for the moment. Your well being was now more important than anything. 

The shadow figure still stood in the doorway.

“We’re being watched,” you told them, voice breathy and labored. “We need to leave. Now.”

~*~*~*~

It was raining outside, but none of you really cared. The cover over the porch provided just enough dry space for the four of you to use. They figured that, even if it wasn’t completely away from the house, it was still outside, which was safer than being in an enclosed space with whatever was going after you. Seth had you drawn into his lap facing him, checking your pupils and wiping at your nose every five seconds to make sure you were recovering.

“How are you feeling? How’s your head?” Colby asked, pressing the back of his hand to your forehead. You lightly swatted him away, feeling crowded enough by your boyfriend.

“Better. I’ll be back to normal in a couple days, but either I’m gonna sleep way too much or not at all for awhile.” You laid yourself on Seth’s chest as the exhaustion gripped your senses.

“You’re staying home and recovering for awhile. I don’t want you even mentioning ghosts for at least a couple months after this,” Seth declared. He rubbed up and down your back to the tempo of your tired breathing.

“Baaaaabe.”

“Don’t ‘babe’ me. You keep pushing yourself like this, you’re gonna land yourself in the hospital. This is too fucking dangerous for you. You’ll get a demonic attachment if you’re not careful.”

You knew he was right. You had always tried not to let your ability to attract demons scare you, sometimes to a reckless degree. If it were just about you, you probably wouldn’t care as much, but bringing something demonic home with you meant bringing something demonic home to Seth, and your last desire was to put him in any sort of danger.

“…Fine, but only because I like you so much,” you replied, a bit defeated. He squeezed you a bit tighter at that, feeling better about it already.

“Thank you, baby. Now, let’s get you some sage and holy water before we leave. Even I feel fucking unclean after that.”

#Seth Borden x reader #Seth Borden imagine #Seth Borden fic #Seth Borden

[sstan-hoe]

A Secret Kept and Held

𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — pornstar!andy barber x fem!reader

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — meeting your new neighbour was a normal thing but what followed was a love story

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 — SMUT; oral (f receiving) = fingering. This the only thing though

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — here we are with our CEO of Barbers Production!!! These three already have my heart. Btw every star and girl has its own trope. Maybe you guessed which ones is Lloyd already so what will this one be? divider by @firefly-graphics, follow @sstanhoe-updates for updates because I do not have a taglist (anymore), like, reblog and comment!

“Athena! Come on out girl!” Your voice called through the garden in search for your golden retriever. She liked to play outside for hours and given the fence you were comfortable with letting her be alone for a little.

However, she was nowhere to be found. You looked everywhere, the house was empty which meant she had to be outside.

“’Thena! Its dinner time!” Normally your girl would come running by now but there was nothing.

You frowned as you walked through your garden, looking behind the bushes, in her little house you build. Suddenly someone walked around your fence, he was tall with broad shoulders.

He had brown full beard and fluffy chocolate brown hair. He wore dark dress jeans combined with a white button up dress shirt. Smiling gently, he opened the gate with a happily panting golden behind him.

Your golden.

“Hey, I found this fur ball snooping through my garden and as much as I’d love to keep her, I think someone is missing her.” He looked at you with kind eyes while Athena sprinted towards you.

Getting on your knees you embraced her, the force of her body causing you to fall. You giggled as she licked your face.

The man watched the scene play out chuckling at the cute moment.

Realizing that he was still was standing there you pushed Athena to the side. “Hey, sorry that she went over to you. I haven’t seen you before, are you new here?” you questioned him smiling.

“Yeah, I just moved here two weeks ago and I’m Andy nice to meet you,” Andy stretched his hand out for you to take. It was an invitation to help you up and introduce himself.

Accepting his hand gladly you told him your name as you pushed yourself up.

“It’s nice to meet you too! Could I maybe invite you in for dinner? I always make to much anyway and it would be thanks for getting Athena back.” You asked shyly.

“Sure, I could use something to eat,” he agreed with you and let you lead him inside.

As you walked inside the realization washed over you that you had a complete stranger in your home. However there was something compelling about him. It also wasn’t very you to talk this confident.

You started to overthink about inviting him in, but now there was no turning back and seemed like Athena liked him, you trusted your girl.

“Are you sure you’re fine with me eating dinner with you?” Andy questioned you with a concerned look, “oh, yeah sure!” Dammit, this was your chance to tell him you weren’t exactly fine.

“I made pasta, I know it’s basic, but I love it,” you revealed to him as you stepped inside the kitchen.

“Don’t worry darling pasta is great,” smiling he walked after you. The faint smell of the pasta filled his nostrils, and it was delicious.

Suddenly Athena snaked through Andy’s legs, she run up to you and put her paws on the countertop. Her head looking right over, eyeing the pasta bowl. Giggling you shook your head at her, taking her food bowl from the shelf.

Athena began wailing her tail frequently as she noticed how you filled her bowl with food.

You turned around and Athena jumped away running towards her usual place. Next to the windows facing the garden you had put up her food bowl and one of her many beds. A little away you put her drink bowl which was on top of a towel, Athena liked to make a mess and if it weren’t for the towel, your wooden floor would be constantly wet.

With your eyes watching Athena you promptly walked into Andy causing some of the food to spill. Like vacuum cleaner Athena sucked the dry food in.

You swayed a little trying to remain balance. Andy instinctively wrapped his arm around your waist.

Pulled flush against him you felt your cheeks heat up at the closes of you two. Your head shot up as Andy towered over you. He leaned down, “you, okay?” You nodded at his question, not able to form words.

“Darlin’ I need words, come on…,” the words came from Andy’s lips without thinking. Once he realised what he said he went to take it back. “Yes, I’m okay,” you responded instantly.

Then you gave him a little smile before he retreated his arm from your waist. You sat the rest of the food on Athena’s mat.

She tapped after you, sitting down in front of her half empty bowl she looked up at you.

“Athena, you already annihilated the other half like vacuum cleaner. No more for you.” You wiggled your finger in front of her face. Barking at you she let herself fall onto her fur but, “no arguments.” You leaned in close, being eye to eye with her.

“Nah, ah don’t give me that look! You may be cute but that doesn’t mean you get everything you want…,” shaking your head at her.

Barking once again she booped her nose to yours, “Thena….”

Andy stifles a laugh while watching Athena and you. When he first saw Athena sneak into his garden, he hoped to solve this problem quickly and stop the dog from entering his garden again. Then the little golden stole his heart with her friendly manner, bubbly nature and meeting you through her was a big plus!

Standing back up you looked at Andy noticing his expression, you pressed your lips together mumbling; “Sorry, I often talk with her like that and when people are around, they always look at me like crazy.”

“Don’t worry, its cute and I gotta say I don’t agree with you. If you’re cute then you can get everything,” Andy stated with a smile.

“Oh, really?” you asked playfully walking over to him. “Mhmm, I would give you everything,” he looked down at you. Suddenly you were so close to him that you could feel his warm breath against your lips.

The sound of Athena’s barking snapped you both from your trance, no words came past your lips. Andy cleared his throat taking a step back.

“Let’s eat, shall we?” you announced and walked over to get plates and cutlery. Andy nodded, following you with the pasta bowl.

After Andy put down the food, he watched how you pulled a stool out next to you for Athena to hop onto to. The action made him smile. He adored the way you treated Athena and the bond you shared with her.

Of course, he was aware of the fact that he had only just met you, but something about you made him feel drawn to you.

“So, when did you move here?” you questioned him as he sat down opposite of you.

“Around four weeks ago, I like to keep it quite and my job get’s pretty busy sometimes. I founded my own firm four years ago and I couldn’t wish for better employees. Though I gotta admit I overwork. Wait, I’m sorry I talked way more than necessary.” Andy had broken into a ramble. He had felt some kind of need to tell you everything.

“Please, don’t worry! My next question would have been what you do and well now you’re free to ask me anything,” you chuckled.

You didn’t mind his ranting at all, you actually really like it and would love to know more about him. Andy intrigued you in a way you couldn’t quite put a finger on. Yes, you only just met him however his friendly but dominate manner had you captive.

Andy gave you a heartfelt chuckle, “with pleasure. Let’s start easy, what do you do for a living?” “I work in a publishing office. I read all the books and look if we would like to publish them. Sometimes I go over books and correct the spelling, but mostly I read the books. I also write reviews on them which makes it easier for the head to decide because you know in the end it’s on them.”

“Sorry, now the one I’m rambling,” you realised with a giggle. Andy had his hand propped under his chin while he ate his pasta. You had his full attention. You might have not known it. “No, please continue! I’d like to know more about it darling.” A smile spread across your face at Andy’s words.

You loved talking about your job, it combined everything you liked doing in your free time.

Before Andy not many people were this interested. They asked for your job but quickly moved on from the topic. “Sometimes you get books which you don’t like but you don’t want the author to be disappointed. However, you can’t control if you like a book or not.”

“I love my job, it’s like everything I always wanted to do! Though the paperwork can get annoying, also from time to time you have more books which then gets a little overwhelming. But you know what’s a big plus? I get to keep the second copy! The first one of course goes to the author.”

You were getting more passionate about your job as you continued to talk, while you enjoyed it you felt a little guilty that you didn’t let Andy talk more. A voice in the back of your head told that he told you to continue talking.

“I’m sorry that I gotta interrupt you but that pasta is amazing!” The brunette cut in as you made a pause.

His compliment made you cheeks heat up again. Given most of the time you ate alone – mind Athena who kept you company – no one complimented your food. Well and a compliment from a handsome man like Andy hit double.

“Enough about my job, I wanna know more about you!” you exclaimed, and Athena barked in agreement causing both you and Andy to laugh.

“Well Athena agrees, tell us something about mister…,” “Barber, Andy Barber.” “Now, that was really James Bond inspired huh?” Andy nodded at your joke, “yeah, the James Bond movies are some of my favourites.”

Your eyes widened at his statement giving a big smile, “no way! Mine too! Which actor is your favourite?” you squinted your eyes at him jokingly putting pressure on him.

“Ah, well I gotta go with Roger Moore although Daniel Craig is very good too.” You cocked your eyebrow at him, “mhm Roger really? He’s good I gotta admit but Daniel beats him sorry,” throwing your hands up.

Andy chuckled and was about retore something when his phone started rining, “yeah? Can’t you handle anything on your own?” he held the phone away putting his hand on the speaker, “would you excuse me for a second?” Nodding in response, you wondered you called him, but you knew it was none of your business.

“Ari why can’t you do anything alone?” “Alone?! You left me here with the douchbag and if I had to decide I wouldn’t have even chosen him.” Andy sighed in annoyence.

Growling under his breath he fought with himself if it was worth it going there or not. “He’s bringing us good money, I can’t fire him yet.” “Andy, he’s talking down the girls and ignore the rules we set up.” He knew Ari was right and ignoring the rules was truly the last straw.

“Fine, I’m coming down.” With that he hung up and walked back inside.

Looking at you apological he started to explain the situation as easy as possible without giving many details about it. “I’m really sorry. I really enjoyed dinner together and I would love to make it up to you, just give me a call and we can set up a date.”

He handed you his number which you gladly took, “it’s fine and I would love to do this again too.” With a relieved smile Andy gave you a hug and scratched Athena’s head, “see you darling.”

As Andy left you released the breath you didn’t know you were holding before freaking out.

“Oh my god!!! Athena did you just hook me up with the most handsome man ever? You’re such a good dog, yes, you’re my favourite girl in the world, aren’t you? Damn I never knew you’d be such a good wing woman.” You praised her, then walked into the kitchen to get her a few treats.

Andy who was now driving in his car couldn’t believe either that he had met such a wonderful woman through an escaped golden retriever.

While he had relationships in the past, none of them started like this. He instantly felt a connection between you and him which made it even more fascinating. Something about your shyness that had a hint of boldness hidden behind it made him crazy.

And that not only in his mind but also body. Andy Barber needed to make you his.

Over the course of the next few days, you found yourself meeting Andy more occasionally. Mostly on your morning walks with Athena. After a little it became a pattern.

He would be jogging while you walked Athena. You once asked him if it wasn’t weird given you weren’t as fast as him and walked at a normal pace, but he denied all your worries and promised you he liked going on this morning walks with you and Athena.

In these moments you talked about god and the world. At some point Andy retreated to walking instead of jogging and enjoyed the moment.

Sometimes his hand would brush yours leaving you wishing that he actually took it, that was until Athena walked up to him and nudged his hand towards yours. Then she barked as if to ask, ‘why do I have to do everything here?’.

Three weeks later Andy and you were doing a movie night, you went out to buy snack with him while Athena was at his house sleeping on the couch – she got quickly comfortable in his home which surprised you to be honest.

Wandering through the endless rows of snacks you couldn’t decide what to get. The cart was already filled with chips and popcorn, but you felt like something was missing.

Andy’s hand came up behind you, getting comfortable on the small of your back. “Hard to decide huh?” he whispered against the shell of your ear making you shiver. Nodding subconsciously, you looked for chocolate.

“Don’t we have enough already darling?” “Andy how many times do we have to go over this?” you questioned him giving him a playful glare. Rolling his eyes with a smile he repeated what you said to him after putting the third bag of chips in the cart – which already had three bags of popcorn.

“You cannot have enough sweets, that impossible…,” “exactly.” With that you turned back to the shelf filled with all kinds of chocolate.

“Then, what is your favourite?” Andy looked up and down the shelf, he was okay with everything and given he already knew he wouldn’t let you pay – which you still didn’t know – he was comfortable knowing you picked what you want and how much.

“I like milk chocolate but also white chocolate…,” “get both,” “Andy which one would you like?” you asked instead of answering to his ‘get both’.

“Darling, you know I will be okay with everything you choose,” rolling your eyes at his statement you turned around to face him. “Choose or I won’t sleep in one bed with you,” the worst came out quicker than you could process.

“You wanna sleep in one bed with me?” Andy questioned with wide eyes. “I well I wouldn’t mind it. I know we’ve only known each other for a few weeks, but I felt like we could take the step. We don’t have to have sex and I think it’s still a little early.”

“Yes, of course. We will go at the pace you want, and I would very much like to sleep in one bed with you.” You smiled happily at him. Andy always made sure he knew how he felt.

It was an important part of the relationship you were building on; communication. He always made sure you were okay and not uncomfortable.

“Awesome, oh, but you gotta share with Athena….” Andy laughed at your confession and agreed with you, “I think I can live with that and now choose a chocolate,” he ordered. The tone left no room for arguments but was also gentle.

Giggling you take both chocolates and walked with Andy to the exit. The whole time his arm was secured on your waist as you pushed the cart.

At the checkout you put everything on the line, being about to pull out your wallet a hand closed around yours. “Let me pay…,” Andy told you. About to protest Andy gave you the look that meant the decision was final.

He knew you didn’t like it when he payed for you but he loved to spoil you and he was convinced a part of you enjoyed it.

Back at Andy’s house you cuddled up together on his couch watching a James Bond movie.

Athena was sleeping on your right, half her body covered with a blanket. Andy was stretched out on the sofa and had his arm wrapped around your shoulders as your head rested on his chest.

His free hand played with your fingers that laid on his chest as well. Your left leg was around his torso, just above his crotch.

You had already changed into a pair of short sweats and a tank top, Andy was left in his boxers and a shirt though you wouldn’t have minded if he skipped the shirt.

“I still don’t get how he can be your favourite...,” Andy said shaking his head.

Acting offended you laid a hand on your chest. “How could I not? He’s the most deeply human and tragic yet, and his brooding nature was a change of pace for the franchise!”

“You really thought about this huh?” He chuckled as his turned to you.

“Duh. I gotta defend my man!” “Oh, your man?” Andy took your chin between his thumb and pointer finger. “What are you jealous?”

“Well it seems I never had a chance...your relationship with him is just too strong,” he gave you the same puppy eyes you always received from Athena.

His fingers mover to cradle your face in his hand, his thumb caressing your cheek, “I think this is a goodbye darling.”

You erupted in laughter not able to take it anymore, “stop it you dork! Besides I told you the first time we met which means you knew what you were getting yourself into.” Andy nodded in defeat, when he loom back into your eyes the whole world stopped spinning. The only thing that mattered was you.

Deciding to take action now Andy pressed his lips to yours. He took you by surprise but once you realised what he did you melted into his kiss.

Your lips glide over each other smoothly, his lips felt rough but his actions were gently. Sliding his tongue over your bottom lip asking for permission. Slowly you opened your mouth giving Andy the chance to deepen the kiss.

After a few seconds you pulled away for fresh air. You wished you could have kissed him longer he was like a drug.

“Andy I would like to take this further but I’m nor ready to fully-,” you breathed out.

“Hey, don’t worry! It’s fine, completely fine. We, don’t have to full in. But if you’re okay with it I would still like to satisfy you, maybe with my fingers?”

He wasn’t sure if you were a virgin or if you had bad experience with sex. Maybe you were scared that if you had sex that he would leave or that you were scared to have sex with him. Every possible scenario ran through his head.

“Yes, that...I think I would like that. However, I never came on my fingers before or anyone else’s.” You admitted, not being able to meet his eyes you looked down at your joined hands.

Andy rose your chin with his fingers again, “that’s alright. We’ll change that tonight.”

His hand trailed from your chin down under the blanket to you sweats. Dipping into you shorts he found your soaking pussy. “Already this wet for me pretty girl?”

Rubbing your hole before easing one finger inside your vagina. One of his fingers was already bigger than yours.

Andy pushed hid finger in and out of you. Once his finger was covered in your juice, he used it as lube for his second finger. “Oh, god,” you exclaimed as he entered you with his middle and ring finger.

“Does that feel good darling? My fingers stretching you out like this. If you’re already this tight with just two fingers..., how am I gonna get my cock between those pretty walls?”

You whimper, snapping your thighs shut. Andy shakes his head at you prying them open again. “Darling, you have to keep them open or else I won’t let you come.”

Your mouth hangs wide open at Andy’s words. This man was couldn’t be real. You had dirty talk before but none made you cunt tingle like that.

And his fingers filled you up so good. Scooting closer he nuzzled his head against your throat inhaling your sweet perfume. You smelled like white frosted strawberries and fresh sparkling Italian bergamot. While you changed your perfume from time to time this was one of his favourites.

His lips pressed small kisses to your neck as his fingers slide deeper, pressing up to the sensitive spot.

You moaned, eyes falling shut rolling in the back of your head. Andy hooks your leg under his arm, the new angle giving you more pleasure.

“You like that pretty girl? Be a good girl for me and cum.” The words alone would have been enough to drive you over the edge but in combination with his fingers it felt a lot more intense.

A loud moan that you tried to undermine ripped through your throat.

Breathing loudly, you came down from your height. “Wow, this was...wow,” you were at a loss of words. “I take it you liked it?” “Liked it? Andy this was the best orgasm I ever head.”

A bark made you look to your side and your face fell. “Fuck, oh my fuck, Athena I’m so sorry! Please this is not what it looks like.”

If Athena could she would glare at you probably.

“Darling, I think Athena heard us....” Slowly you turned your head around to Andy. “You think? Really you think?”

Pushing yourself up, you straddled his lap. “We gotta apologise to her. Wait I already did, now you have to!” With a sigh Andy looked at Athena apolitical, “I’m sorry Athena that I did dirty things with your momma in front of you.”

Then he looked back at you seeking approval. Nodding you gave him a thumbs up causing him to chuckle.

“And one day when you’re ready we will do the real thing yeah?” Andy softly stroked your cheek, his eyes looking at you with pure adoration. “I really want to Andy but I have bad experience with the real thing and–,” “No, no, you don’t have to explain yourself. When you’re ready, we will do the real thing and not a moment earlier.”

Thanking him with a kiss you were happy that he was so understanding. As you hugged him, you whispered in his ear; “but this time Athena won’t be next to us.”

This caused Andy to laugh out loudly. This was not the end.

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