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snowy-vee · 2 months

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All Mine (2)

oblivious loser bsf! ellie williams x posesive popular bsf!fem reader

n/a: I've spent my whole day squishing my head to finishing it today, and here it is! Also I won't be uploading the pt.2 of Academic Rivals, because I prefer to leave it as a One-Shot but I have in mind another, much better, plot with the trope Enemies to Lovers with Ellie. Read the final note!!

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Ellie knocked on your door for the third time that morning. The first one was before her morning run, the second one was after that and the third was once she was done in the bathroom.

When she heard no answer, she went in and opened the curtains right away. “Get up, it’s the same every morning.”

You covered your face with the blankets to avoid the sun, saying, “Give me five more minutes,” but Ellie wouldn’t have it.

She got on the bed and shook you. “You have practice in an hour; I’m not letting you leave without breakfast, and then you’ll complain I didn’t wake you up,” she said. “Come on, get up.”

Sitting upright in bed, you let out a sigh, looked at the clock on the nightstand, and let out a moan. “Els, just give me five minutes.”

She shrugged and said, “Your call,” but before she could move, you grabbed her arm and drew her nearer to you.

“Lay down with me for those five minutes,” you requested, hugging her until you managed to lay her down beside you, even though she was fighting to break free. You didn’t want to let her go.

“Fine! Just five minutes, I’ll set the alarm, I have places to be,” she said, taking her phone out of her sweatpants pocket.

When she was done, you muttered, “Yeah, yeah, whatever, shut up,” and placed her phone on your bedside table. With a smile on your face, you raised the covers to allow Ellie to slide into them, encircling her waist with your arms and placing your head on her chest.

She was trying not to touch you with her free hand and you could hear how quickly her heart was beating, as if it was your first time sharing a bed. “You can give me a hug too,” you muttered.

With a clear throat, she said, “If that’s what you want.”

You appreciated that she was a little flustered, even if you couldn’t see her face. It was something you truly enjoyed doing to her.

She relaxed and soon fell asleep. Your plan was to sleep too, but you were thinking about where she had to go when her classes didn’t start until 2 p.m. You turned around slowly and grabbed her phone, unlocking it.

¡Ding!

The notification startled you for a moment, almost making you scream. You quickly checked if Ellie woke up because of the sound, but she was asleep.

“You have to be kidding me,” you whispered, reading the notification from the panel.

Dina (Campus) : I’ll see you in an hour then! I truly want to try those croissants you’ve been talking about, and I also wan…

Rolling your eyes was the least you could do. You shook your head, going to the alarm and deactivating it. Dina was a big girl; she could eat those croissants alone. You hoped she choked on them.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

The sound of the TV, the microwave, and your humming was enough to wake her up. She yawned and stretched out, all calm until she saw how late it was.

“Fuck!” Ellie said getting up from the bed and grabbing her phone “No,no,no…”

You were scrolling on your phone, having breakfast, hearing how she was going side to side. From the bathroom to her bedroom and vice versa until she came to the kitchen.

“Why didn’t you woke me up? I told you I had places to be!” she walked past you to the entrance to put her white sneakers on.

“Good Morning to you too” you said sarcastically “I thought it was your classes where you had to go, it’s 1 p.m, you still have time”

Ellie shook her head “No, it was something else! What are you doing here, tho? Shouldn’t you be at practice?”

“I woke up like 30 minutes before you, so” you shrugged “You’re not going to drive me to campus today?”

“Uh…” She was roaming through her backpack making sure she had everything “I can’t today, sorry but here, call an Uber”

She left some money on the table beside your plate before stealing on of your toasts “Bye, see you later!”

“She is joking, right?” you thought picking up the money. “Seriously, Ellie?!”

You yelled from the balcony, seeing Ellie running to her car

“Sorry, no time!” She yelled back getting into her car with her mouth full of the toast.

The thing is, Ellie was in a hurry. She had arranged to meet up with Dina for breakfast before class at a café she had suggested herself, and on top of that, she had overslept.

She started the car and began to drive. When she reached a red traffic light, she took the opportunity to call Dina, who answered almost immediately as if she had been waiting for her. She sounded a bit annoyed; after all, she had been waiting for her for a long time. But she understood that Ellie had overslept. She suggested they meet at the entrance of the building where they had their only class together.

Obviously, Ellie agreed, but she couldn’t go empty-handed. So, as soon as she arrived on campus, she went to the cafeteria, ordered two coffees, and some cookies that Dina had mentioned she liked yesterday.

“Ellie, you didn’t need to buy breakfast,” the dark-haired girl said, trying to hide her big smile. She grabbed the bag and chuckled softly, looking at the cookies. “Wow, you sure know how to apologize.”

“Sorry, again, for standing you up. It wasn’t my intention.”

“It’s okay. Next time, I’ll come pick you up at your place.”

Next time? That meant Dina wanted to keep meeting up. Ellie nodded energetically. By the time class started, they had finished breakfast, talked about different things, sat together, and also had small conversations during class.

“That’s all for today. Remember, we start presentations in two weeks. Goodbye,” the professor said, collecting his briefcase and leaving the classroom.

“Well, on Tuesday, I’ll pick you up, and we’ll go to a café to finish it?”

“Yeah, sounds good,” Ellie said, gathering her things. “See you tonight at the party?”

“Yes, but aren’t you going to the parking lot?” Dina asked, watching as Ellie walked in the opposite direction.

“No, I have one more class, and then I’m meeting a friend.”

Dina nodded, waving goodbye. Ellie didn’t have another class, but she usually waited for her outside hers to go eat together. She had no idea why she had said that.

Your building wasn’t far from hers, so in less than 20 minutes, she arrived. She went up to the second floor and could see people coming out of your class, and finally you, but behind you was Abby Anderson. Ellie saw how she grabbed your arm and pulled you away from the others. It seemed like you were arguing about something until you pushed her aside and quickly walked to the stairs.

“Ellie? I didn’t think you were going to come pick me up today. Never mind, let’s go!” you said, intertwining your arms, almost dragging her to get out of there quickly. “I think they’re serving carbonara pasta in the dining hall today. You love pasta, right? How great that it’s on the menu today.”

Ellie nodded, frowning as she glanced at Abby once more before leaving. She would ask you about it later…

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

“I don’t like it, I’ll just wear something else,” Ellie said, entering your room for the third time with a different outfit than before. You rolled your eyes at her. “Ellie, I’m going to hit you if you don’t decide,” you said, watching her with frustration as she seemed unable to choose her clothes for the party. “Who do you want to look so good for?”

“No one. Could you help me instead of judging?” she replied, tossing the shirt she was taking off towards you. You dodged it, laughing, before throwing it back at her.

“Cargo pants and a black top, good combo, simple and it looks great on you,” you suggested. A few minutes later, she came back into your room wearing the suggested outfit. “See? I never fail,” you said with a grin.

“Fine,” she said, sitting on your bed as she watched you apply makeup. You were wearing a brown top tied at the top with a bow and a denim mini skirt. Ellie couldn’t help but admire your body, especially your legs, and you could see her doing so in the mirror. With a smile, you turned to her, and her gaze shot up to your face.

“Let me do your makeup,” you said.

“Why?” she narrowed her eyes and shook her head as she watched you approach with a playful smile. “Okay, but only the eyeliner.”

“Kay. Close your eyes,” you requested, opening the black eyeliner as you positioned yourself between her legs. “I’m going to sit on you.”

“Is that necessary?” Ellie asked, opening her eyes slightly, to which you nodded.

“I’m not comfortable, and if I’m not comfortable, it won’t turn out well,” you said, sitting on her and starting to apply the makeup. The only sounds in the room were your breaths and the low music from the speaker. “So… where did you have to go early this morning?”

“I had something important,” Ellie said, almost stuttering. She didn’t expect you to ask anything, but why wasn’t she telling you the truth? Why did she feel weird mentioning that she had plans with Dina?

“Ah, really?” you responded vaguely, clicking your tongue.

“Yeah… And what were you talking about with Abby?”

“Something important,” you shrugged. “There, it’s done, open your eyes.”

Ellie opened them, blinking a bit, smiling sideways. “Does it look good on me?”

You nodded, still on top of her. You grabbed her cheeks and squeezed gently, making her lips press together, and asked, making eye contact with her, “Is it for Dina that you’re getting all dressed up?”

“Maybe”

“Are you planning to kiss her tonight?”

“Maybe?” Ellie was confused about where these questions were coming from and at the same time thinking about how well you knew her. Perhaps she shouldn’t have ‘hidden’ her meeting with Dina from you in the morning…

“When was your last kiss? Like four years ago, right? Wow, you’re rusty,” you teased.

“Well, let’s not exaggerate,” she replied, her cheeks turning pink, not only from your grip that was tightening more and more but also from the image that crossed her mind of kissing Dina.

“Do you want to practice?”

“I mean… I don’t want her to think that I don’t know how to kiss. I know how to; I’ve kissed a lot of girls.”

“You only kissed two girls: me, for your first kiss and your ex-girlfriend, Cat. The little kisses at some parties while playing ‘spin the bottle’ don’t count.”

“Well, they should because I kissed plenty of girls,” Ellie mumbled.

“Decide before I change my mind or suit yourself,” you said, finally releasing her.

Ellie bit her cheek from the inside before nodding. “Okay, let’s practice.”

You did not wait to join your lips to hers, starting a slow kiss with a slow peace. Your arms were resting on her shoulders, bringing her closer to you, and your hands were starting to play with her hair. You wanted to explore Ellie’s mouth; you needed to feel her.

The kiss became deeper, and you buried yourselves more into each other’s mouths eagerly, feeling your lips closer as if there was a need that must be fulfilled. Soon Ellie’s tongue found yours, and they intertwined, making you moan in the midst of the kiss.

That made Ellie press her hands that were on your thighs; she had liked that sound a bit too much. Slowly she began to slide her hands upward until she touched the hem of your skirt, which was hiked up due to the position you were in.

Your breaths became more ragged as the rythm of the kiss quickened, and you wanted to continue, but no. If you didn’t stop, Ellie wouldn’t learn, she wouldn’t learn that only you could kiss her like that, you had to keep her yearning for more of you.

So you had to cut it off and watch as Ellie tried to reconnect your lips; it was so satisfying, you had to stop her gently, “Wow, Els, calm down, this is practice,” you said in a joking tone, getting off her, patting her knee to get her attention. She was still lying on the bed with an embarrassed expression on her face. “There’s a party we have to attend, come on.”

You grabbed your minibag and left your room to the front door, and Ellie did nothing but get up and follow you, not without first processing what had just happened a few seconds ago.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

Ellie opened the passenger door once you arrived so that you could get out of the car.

She had to park a bit far from the house, but from there, you could hear the music and there were already drunk people in the street as you walked towards the entrance. You walked with your arms intertwined as you told Ellie the most recent gossip you had heard in the locker room or that you had been told, and Ellie listened, reacting when she could put faces to the names.

“He said that it was Sarah’s underwear, and Sarah denied it, saying that she was not ghetto and that she would never wear that. Imagine who snapped? April!”

“The church girl with brown hair?”

“Yeah, that one! It was so messy because the previous day she was preaching about how she was going to see the pearly gates since she was one of the last ‘pure’ girls on the team.”

“No way!”

“Yes, way! She’s so dumb, I hate her and more with the fa-”

“Hi, Ellie.”

Oh, you were going to kill this bitch. Dina was sitting on the porch of the house with a glass in her hand; she had probably been there for a short time. She looked at Ellie with a wide smile that decreased when she looked at you.

“I’ll see you inside,” you said, letting go of Ellie and passing by Dina without saying anything. Once inside, you joined your group of friends who were already quite drunk; they all greeted you, some with mini hugs or two kisses before giving you a glass full of rum and cola, more rum than cola. “You all know me better than I know myself.”

“Of course we do, silly, we love you.” You let yourself fall into the couch, tasting the drink, when your eyes diverted to see Ellie and Dina finally entering the party, giggling and whispering in each other’s ears because of how loud the music was.

“I love you too, April!” You smiled in her direction, drank all the liquid in your cup in one go, and handed it to her. “Be a doll and refill this.”

April looked at the rest of the girls and then at you, grabbing it. “Slow down, we don’t want you to repeat the Anderson accident again.”

The ginger girl beside April pushed her slightly, looking at you with her eyes wide open and laughing awkwardly. “She doesn’t mean that.”

Your eye twitched looking at April go refill your drink; you were going to brush it off for now because you had better enemies to fight than her. You had a whole plan on how to snatch Ellie away from Dina, but it hadn’t been formulated clearly, and you didn’t like to act on impulse. Anyway, you were at a party, and you were going to enjoy it.

By the time it was 3 a.m., you were already dancing on the table and shouting the lyrics of the songs you knew, swaying your hips against whoever. You stepped aside for a moment, saying that you were going for another drink, jumping off the table almost falling to the floor, but you could only laugh; everything was funny to you at that moment, and you wasn’t even that drunk! You had high tolerance, only your tongue was kind of asleep and you were stumbling from time to time but you loved to play silly and pretend to be more gone then you really were.

You reached the kitchen, looking for a new glass in the cabinets because you had no idea where you had thrown yours, when you found one, you began to decide what liquor to drink with eeny, meeny, miny, moe, before someone took away the glass and took you somewhere no matter how much you protested. The other person had a strong grip, and no matter how vaguely you were saying to let you go, they didn’t.

“I can’t believe you have me added as Dina (Campus), how lame, I’m going to change it,” Dina said, changing her contact name, but Ellie, who had seen the situation, was not paying attention.

“As you wish,” Ellie murmured, watching you disappear to the second floor; that didn’t sit well with her.

“Done!” Dina smiled, returning the phone to its owner, but Ellie’s gaze seemed worried. “What’s wrong?”

“Wait for me here, yeah? I’ll be back,” Ellie said, grabbing her phone and following where she last saw you.

She went upstairs dodging some drunk people and the long wait line to enter the bathroom, trying to see if you were in any of them, walking in the hallway close to the door to see if she could hear your voice in any of them until one door abruptly opened and you came out of it with teary eyes but laughing. (What happened in the room?)

“Are you okay?” She asked. Hearing her voice surprised you.

“How long have you been there?” Depending on her answer, you had two reactions.

“I just got here, I was searching for you.”

There it was! The cherry on top of your plan. You hugged Ellie and started slowly sobbing, whispering in her ear, “I want to go home now, please…”

“Hey, what happened? what’s wrong?” Ellie asked, breaking the hug to look at you and wipe your tears with her thumbs. “Let’s go.”

She held your hand and walked to the stairs, turning her head for a moment to look at you once more, and her eyes saw the other person who was in the room with you. Abby Anderson.

Had she made you cry? She was lucky that Ellie was more concerned about getting you out of the party than beating her up.

“Wait, Ellie, my bag is in the living room with the team,” you said before she went outside.

“Oh, okay, wait here, I’ll get it for you then.” You nodded and waited until you couldn’t see her to fucking smile because of your victory.

“Hey,” a touch on your shoulder made you come out of your little mental dance, “Have you seen Ellie? She went somewhere around 15 minutes ago, and I can’t find her.”

Of course it was Dina…

“She doesn’t feel well, must be something she ate before.”

“You sure? Should I take her to the hospital?”

“No worries, we are going now, but here, money for an Uber,” you said, taking some money out of your pocket.

The same money Ellie gave you this morning. You were giving it to her, and for you, it felt so good as you patted her shoulder and sighed with a little smirk.

Dina thought you were calling her poor and mumbled a “fuck you” before dropping the money on the floor and leaving you there just in time for Ellie to come back with your bag.

“Sorry, there were a lot of people in the way,” she handed the bag to you, “Whose money is that?”

“Yours,” you grabbed the bag and started walking out. Ellie frowned, confused, but still picked up the money; it was free money, and everybody was too drunk to miss some dollars. She felt as if she was forgetting to do something before leaving. “Els!”

“Coming!” Whatever, maybe tomorrow she’ll remember; now she had to assist her best friend and be there for her as she always did… like a loyal puppy, a cute and precious one of your property.

Note: I will upload Pt.3 once this chapter and the first one reach 250 so I have time to write and to know that you all like it and want more ty♡♡

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celestie0 · 1 month

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Some headcanons about Kickoff college!Gojo, please!

hellooo my love i’m so sorry this took me a while i wanted to post ch9 first!

kickoff!gojo headcanons pt.1 unserious & fluffy edition lol

ᰔ these headcanons are based off of my fanfic “kickoff” which is about popular frat boy soccer college athlete gojo lol & there are spoilers below ᰔ for my kickoff readers: most of these are so unserious and/or fluffy (not rly much nsfw) hope u enjoy!!

kickoff!gojo who almost got arrested once for running away from the cops. he wasn’t even in trouble for anything they just started chasing him bc he started running 😭

kickoff!gojo whose primary love language is physical touch and so all of the times he’s had to NOT touch you has driven him absolutely fuckin nuts. positively BONKERS he’s practically been lobotomized by the restraint he’s had to exercise to not touch you

kickoff!gojo whose frat once hosted a date auction to raise money for rush and gojo singlehandedly raised $20k in one night from the bidding bachelorettes (and bachelors)🧍🏻‍♀️he has yet to go on all of those dates he owes them 😅 he runs away anytime his frat president tries to bring it up LOL

kickoff!gojo who is actually a pretty decent student, i mean he’s a business major so womp womp ofc he’s getting by just fine. i think his favorite class he’s ever taken was freshman year econ bc him and todo got into sm shit in that class and it's some of his fondest memories

kickoff!gojo who was literally picturing a life with you on the italian countryside when you were telling him about it. self inserted to the MAX

kickoff!gojo who is always the first to like all of your film photography slideshows on instagram because he has your post notifs on :”) you and messi are the only ppl he’s got post notifs on for 🤣

kickoff!gojo who thought he would be okay with watching your life from afar, through small pictures on his phone, but the thought devastated him more n more w every waking minute

kickoff!gojo who realized that having you wrapped in his arms at the end of ch9 was the closest thing he’s felt to peace since before the night his father passed away

kickoff!gojo who hasn’t really kept too much memoribilia of his father since a lot of the memories are painful for him, but he’s kept that old soccer ball w his dad’s signature n word of love for his mom on it

kickoff!gojo who wouldnt have been able to get through the trauma of losing his father if suguru wasn’t there by his side. he would’ve really lost himself, and would’ve given up on soccer if not for suguru's support. he's truly really grateful for him

kickoff!gojo who knows what his sun, moon & rising signs are because he’s been ran through 🙄 smh. WHORE

kickoff!gojo who plays for charity soccer tournaments on the weekends whenever he can 🫶🏼💕 he loves it bc there’s less pressure to play super well & also he loves getting to meet the people that the events are helping out

kickoff!gojo who has a massive sex drive (he got that athlete testosterone 😔🤚🏼) esp around someone he genuinely likes AHEM YOU so beware that if you start dating him he’s gonna beg you to put it on him at least 15 times a day and you’ll have to reject him 13.5 times

kickoff!gojo who is not ready to be a father at ALL at this point in his life but he’s thought ab how nice it would be to teach his kids how to play soccer someday :”) he’s givin me girl dad vibes tho, and you just KNOW he’s gonna be cheering on his lil girls when they’re tearing through the little league w their sparkly princess tiaras & tutus on 😤 he’d be the little league coach for sure LMAO

also little league coach!gojo would 100% promise to let the kiddos shave his head if they win the championship game 😭 i can just imagine you yelling at him when he randomly comes home bald one day

kickoff!nanami&choso&suguru who would be such protective soccer uncles to yours and gojo's duaghters. not a single boy would ever get NEAR those girls i'm telling youuu. pls pray for them haha

kickoff!gojo who figured out you were mina’s roommate through a little bit of facebook stalking. and yes, he scrolled all the way down to your embarrassing middle school photos. and yes, he still likes you despite seeing them. more, even, when he thinks about it. also, he’s pissed you had a digimon themed 9th birthday party and you didn’t invite him 😒 what’s up w that

kickoff!gojo & kickoff!choso who once illegally played an off-season tourney abroad in spain for a lump sum lmfaoo and it was a pretty decent cut of cash. but shhhh dont tell the NCAA ab that pls or else they’re fucked 💀

this is all i could think of rn haha thank you anon for the ask and hope you enjoyed them <333

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mrz-fushiguro-types · 22 days

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His Cargo pt. 1

New series about Suguru, Geto. A Handsome businessman that you fell head over heels for, of course he played a big part of that, bringing you expensive gifts always flying first class and eating 5 star meals in VIP. you being a college student focusing on your dream job; you were living the life you never had before you met him, You only have one complaint though; he’s a total fuck boy.

Warnings: intense orgasm DISGUSTING talk. Smut, intense cumming, cream pie, over whelming pleasure, exhaustion, and ts gets a little sad too.

A/n: I don’t see a lot of fuck boy stories about Geto, maybe I’m just not looking BUT I’m making one, usually this would be for Satoru but that’s so borrring! Well Enjoy reading!

Throwing your hoodie with no bra on and your shorts that you knew he loved. You start to question whether or not you want to pack an overnight bag, you sigh out loud as you get frustrated feeling the nervousness start, and that always happened when you were about to see Suguru.

He just brought that out of you no matter what, even after the countless times he’s cheated or turned you down when you wanted something serious, he was just the guy that could trap you in delusion; and you were okay with that.

You turn your head to the sudden notification that popped up.

༯ꨄ𝓢𝓾

Come out when you’re ready, I’m taking you somewhere.

You quickly reply asking for a few minutes before running to your closet grabbing a nice black dress and running into the bathroom, knowing Suguru he was probably dressed in black too. You throw your hair tie after yanking it impatiently out of your hair.

Shoko sighs leaning up against the door frame, “you’re going out?” She asks lighting the cigarette that was in her mouth, you yelp at her voice pulling your dress on, fixing your boobs to make them look great. “Yes, and—are you smoking?!” You ask stopping your actions, and she cackles.

Grabbing your glitter lotion to rub it on your legs, arms, neck, and chest, along with a few squirts of the perfume Geto loved on those glistening areas and your wrist. ”not anymore,open up so I can see!” “Not yet lemme’ finish,” You then begin to do a quick natural look feeling as though it would save time. Again only Geto made you do things like this, for some odd reason you didn’t want to disappoint him, maybe that’s why it hurt so much when you caught him cheating on you that one time..and that other time.

You open the bathroom door for Shoko and she peeks her head in “going to see that dickhead huh?” She says making you blush at her question “I can’t just look good for myself?” Shoko laughs sarcastically zipping up your dress, “you know damn well you don’t wear that perfume unless you’re going to see that man.” She states running her fingers in your hair to style it.

You side eye her before looking back into the mirror drawing on your lip liner, she wasn’t wrong you couldn’t even lie, this is the only perfume you’ve heard him compliment you on, and you kept wearing it and because you see him so much the bottle is almost empty. “I’m just going out with him for a few,” you lied knowing she’d pick up on that too.

“Yeah and you obviously plan on staying a little longer than a few. You need to stop seeing him, he’s nothing but a player that practically spits on your pain.” She said wholeheartedly, you turn to look at her setting the pencil down, “I know..but I just don’t ever wanna lose him, I know I deserve more but can I really get more?” “Yes?” She answers causing you to roll your eyes “I’ll never get anything like this..” you say looking at her.

And it wasn’t even about the money, you seriously couldn’t imagine your life without him, he brought you so much joy just from seeing him smile, the money is just a bonus; “whatever you say just be safe..” she says watching you put your glitter lipgloss, she rolls her eyes and You buck your head at her.

“Listen, I’m not mad man, i’m just disappointed.” She says making you roll your eyes and walk out to your room to slip on your heals; “oh puhhlease I say nothing about your Dick appointments at 3 am” Shoko opens her mouth but just closes it nodding her head in acceptance.

You grab your bag walking out of the room grabbing your keys off the counter, going to the front door opening it, “I’m out!” You say throwing the middle finger up at your friend who yells “no kids please!” Before you shut the door in her ignorant face.

You quickly walk over to the car opening the car door and hopping in Suguru greeting you with a smile, “hey pretty” he says not being able to take his eyes off of you, he instantly felt his eyes wander your glistening body and he couldn’t stop himself from doing so, but damn..to be honest he didn’t have much intrest in taking you out anymore; he just wanted to take you back home and do whatever he wanted with you, the thought of your sweet moans taking over his thoughts completely, caused him to sit back to try and calm himself.

“Hey Su! Did you miss me?” You say grabbing your seatbelt after slipping your night bag into the backseat. “Oh how could I not? Mm..you smell nice y/n..” he says trying to restrain himself from ruining the stuff he had planned out, and to be honest you were at your limit to give in as well.

Sex with Geto was like a Drug, you couldn’t help but get addicted to it, his hard Cock ramming into you hitting spots a toy just couldn’t reach. He made your body reach limits no one could; And your cunt began to crave it just from being in his presence.

“I know it’s the perfume you love stupid..” I say slumping into the seat. “Ah yeah, it is, that’s why it smelled so familiar.” He said with a cocky sarcastic smile, you scrunch your face at him leaning over and up pressing your glossy lips on his and he doesn’t hesitate to kiss you back, his thumb rested on your chin down to your neck holding your head in place and he peeked his tongue through the opening of your lips.

You groan, wrapping your hand on his wrist feeling you body shutter. He pulls away abruptly saying “you taste good too..~” smirking as he let you go causing you to pout up at him, “why’d you stop..?~” you whine looking up at him.

He chuckles starting the car, “you’re so cute—and because if I start I won’t be able to stop.” He says taking the car out of parked and began driving down the road.

You chuckle at the joke Suguru makes while gobble down a piece of your ribeye steak, “I swear that’s what happened..” he said through quiet laughter. You tilt your head at him in awe. “A lot seems to happen when you’re away huh..?” You say lightly poking your steak with your fork.

Suguru looks up at you his chewing slowing down, his face looking as if he was taking in the gravity of your question, “it would seem that way right..?” He says after swallowing his food.

You shake your head with a playful scoff, he’s always answering your question, with a question.

Then his phones goes off and he immediately checks it, “you gotta go?” You ask just for him to shake his head his eyes reading the text; glued to the screen.

You know Suguru, and you know what he does, you’ve walked in on him “accidentally” fucking another girl, not even a month before this dinner, and he hasn’t even apologized for it, so you couldn’t help but think; that he was texting her.

Suguru puts his phone away, concern written on his face when he sees your saddened face, “Y/n?” He ask his hand touching the top of yours; knocking you out of your intruding thoughts.

You put your fork down shaking your head, “sorry..” you say looking the man you loved in the eyes, “do you want to know who I was texting?” He asked abruptly solving the mystery quickly; the question shocked you. “Su’..you don’t have to do that..” “do you want me to do it?” He asked again his eyes piercing you.

You stand, “why would I want that?” “Because I know I hurt you, and I’ll do everything in my power to make sure I don’t do that again,” you sigh at his words, words you heard many times before, words you knew better than to believe.

“Sure..I’m full I’ll wait outside.” You say grabbing your purse heading out of the restaurant.

“I meant what I said..” Suguru said his hands gripping tight on the steering wheel as he drove back to his house. And he meant every word, he was trying his hardest to change, being with you made him so happy, he felt as though he finally had a purpose, all the other girls were just to blow of steam, how could he ever make you see it from his point of view?

You meet his split second gaze, “I’m here to stay this time..” he says reassuringly with an easy on the eyes smile, God you wanted to believe him, you knew his tactics, and he knew how to talk, even though you knew this time believing him was going to hurt you more, you found comfort in just knowing that he was here now.

“I hope so Su..” you say putting your hand on his and he nods “would I ever break a promise..?” And that makes you choke back a laugh. “Yes.” You said watching him cover his mouth to hide his obvious laughter, “I’m so sorry, that caught me off guard..” he said holding my hand.

You hum Walking out of his room in your comfort clothes, you sit in the couch with a sigh, You were back home. Geto walked out of the kitchen two cups of wine in his hands, he definitely knew how to swoon you.

He sat down handing You the glass gently, “I figured we’d take it easy tonight..” he said sitting back with his arm stretched out on the couch to pull you into his chest. You couldn’t help but feel anything but safe.

Suguru ran his hand up your arm taking a sip from his cup, “I missed this..” you say laying your head in his chest your glass rested on your crossed leg.

He looked at you cocking a brow jokingly, “are you—saying you missed the wine?” You roll your eyes as he chuckles nuzzling his nose on the side of your face. “I missed this as well; holding you like this and actually being able to enjoy my time with someone I care for..? It’s nice..” he says with a satisfied sigh taking a sip of his wine.

Your eyes gleamed at his words; that was another thing you loved about Suguru, his words made you feel like floating, and the best thing about it was that he meant every word, which made it mean so much more.

You take a sip of your wine finally laying your head back in his chest, being swallowed by his warm embrace.

The bottle now halfway full, the two of you sat and talked for what seemed like hours, talking about past trips just the two of you took; your legs now being tangled on his and his hand softly rubbing your smooth legs.

You felt the slightest bit tipsy but it was there, you knew because every-time this sexy man spoke you couldn’t help but stare intently at his lips, you craved him, more than anything in the world right now, one thing you loved about being drunk or tipsy was that; it brought the slut right out of you.

Geto continued to rub your legs, and slowly but surely every time he rubbed upward, he slid his warm hand higher causing your shorts to rise a little. You hitch unnoticeably wanting him to so desperately slide his hands a little higher.

To calm your hyper sexual mind, you gulp down the rest of your wine. “We should go on another trip sometime hm..? What do you think pretty?” He asked softly, his voice soft and soothing, matching his soft rubbing.

You hum, leaning the side of your body against the couch, “I’d love that..very—very much..” you say in a drunken slur, Causing Suguru to chuckle huskily. “I’m sure you would, I would love that too sweetheart..~” he coos leaning down kissing your leg, causing your shoulders to jump lightly.

Everything he was doing right now, was enough to make you pounce on him, but you knew Geto; he loves to play games, he’s a tease. And it brings him so much pleasure watching you squirm in impatience.

“Su..~” you whisper out as you feel his lips travel up your leg to your inner thighs, he scoops the glass from your hands gently placing it beside him without looking before he grabs your legs sliding you closer to him.

Suguru couldn’t help it or take it anymore, he’s been craving you since you sat in his car; he wanted to break you from this classy girl you play during the day, he wanted you to be a complete slut right now and the fact that he had to wait so long to bring that side out of you set his heart ablaze. “Don’t pretend you don’t crave it as much as I do..~” you whimper at his words as his hand hold your waist steady kissing your inner thigh getting closer to your throbbing clit.

“Just relax okay? I’ve got you covered pretty girl..~” he says reassuringly as he nuzzles his nose into your covered cunt causing you to hiss and hitch. He pulls your shorts up causing the fabric to squeeze tightly on your sensitive clit.

Geto couldn’t help himself, like a hyper kid in a candy store he was in his element. Watching your innocent act was enough to make his blood boil, and he couldn’t wait until you finally broke out of this character.

He hummed above you, sliding his soft hands up into your shorts, yet when his thumb grazed against your soaked underwear, a sex driven smirk plastered his face, “Suguru..~” you call out, your hips moving uncontrollably as if they had a mind of their own.

“I know~” he coos rubbing his thumb rhythmically up and down, he wanted to make sure he made You feel good, you deserved that much after all the shit he put you through, plus he knew that only he could see you this way, squirming beneath him, breathlessly begging for more, that made him attractively possessive.

You look down at him biting your lip to hush yourself, the sounds you made as he teased you embarrassed you in your core, but the wine mixed with the eagerness for him to fuck you, slowly began to push the embarrassing feelings you compressed down into nothingness.

“I hate when—you—tease me..~” you say brokenly, getting a soft chuckle out of him, “but I love it..~ I’m sure you do too hm..?~” he asked pushing his thumb through the side of your panties and pushing the tip of his thumb into your aching hole causing your hips to jump.

“Mm!~” you whimper out, biting on the sleeve of your hoodie, as he leans down closing his eyes and finally his tongue touched your pussy, swirling his warm tongue in circles against your twitching bud, “f..fuck!~” you curse out with a hard shiver hearing him groan in satisfaction in response.

Geto loved eating you out, feeling how wet you are in addition to his warm tongue and spit along with the sweet taste that quickly covered his taste buds, he couldn’t get enough of it, but the best thing he loved about it, was feeling you contract and squeeze around his tongue.

That was the best feeling in the world, and by all means; he was ready to finally drag the slut right out of you, not to forget, but the sheer heat that radiates off your pussy when he was down there was enough to make him lose his mind right there.

He slid his tongue into you easily causing you to throw your head back and squirm underneath him. He loved seeing you like this. He pulls his head back finally yanking at both your shorts and your underwear, causing you to yelp.

“I honestly don’t think I have it in me to tease you fully..” he says in a low tone teasing your now exposed hole with his two fingers, “then don’t..~ Su, please I need you more than—anything right now..~” you say pulling your hoodie up to reveal your breast. Using your own two fingers to pinch and pull at your nipples, Geto smirks laying his cheek against your inner thigh his eyes only on you.

“Isn’t this a sight?..~” he teases finally sliding his two fingers into your clit opening you up with ease. “Cmon Mama..~ show me how much you need me..~” he says softly curling his fingers up into you repeatedly knocking the breath out of you with one single thrust of his long fingers.

“Haah!~ please..~” you mange to get out, sliding your hands down your stomach, as if right now you wanted more than his fingers, and he knew that. “Please what baby? Be specific—what do you want..?~” he asks thrusting his fingers into you faster, lowering his head to flick his quick tongue on your twitching bud causing your hand to spasms on his shoulder.

“I want you to fuck me..~” you finally say looking down at him with teary eyes, “heh, and here I thought you were changing on me..~” he says jokingly as he pulls his fingers out of you standing to pull off his pants and boxers before he dug his knee into the couch pulling you closer by your legs.

Suguru was always so eloquent, yet sex brought out a side of him that was so irresistible, he was so good at making you feel as if nothing else in the world ever mattered.

You watch him intently as he pulls a condom off of the coffee table opening it with his teeth before stuffing his cock into it, and how impatient it made you as your clit started to crave being full by him, you look at his body and just behind beneath him like this was enough to make you wetter than you were before.

And without another word, he captivates your eyes starring down at you intently, “are you ready pretty..?~” he asks caressing your lifted leg with his rough but soft hands. You whine in response and he pushes the tip of his thick cock into you, before finally pushing himself completely in, finally.

Your eyes roll back as you feel this familiar feeling, “shit! Oh fuck!~ it feels—soo go..~” your breath is completely knocked out of you once he bucks his hips into you, causing you to frantically pull both of your legs up to hold them, “there she goes..~” he cooed replacing my hands with his holding my legs up in place pounding down into me.

The way he abused your g-spot caused you to start seeing stars each time he thrusted into you making your vision blurry and tearful.

Suguru huffed out, he had clear doubt that any girl could feel as good as you do. Your wet pussy completely squeezing around him so perfectly like a glove fitting on a hand, he couldn’t help but wonder what you felt like without the condom, which he has.

You pant out breathlessly your mind being captured by the sudden fullness in your belly, “daddy missed you baby..~” he says softly before he began to pick up the pace causing you to inhale sharply, “I missed you too!—Fuck! Right there!~” You call slapping the couch cushions beneath you for support.

Another thing you loved, usually when a women tells a man she’s close or that he’s fucking her in the right spot, it’s like something sets off in their brain to change speed, and where they intentionally were to make you yell that way, but not with Geto; see he knew when to speed up, or when to just pay extra attention to where he was thrusting already.

He hums at your request maintaining the same stroke allowing your legs to fall and wrap around him, “let me take it off princess..~” he says continuing to thrust referring to the condom to which when you nod repeatedly, he pulls out with a pop, before he peels off the condom and untimely shoving back in, tilting his head to the side in pure pleasure.

“Fuck..~ I can’t wait to fill you up..~” he whispered out hotly next to your ear, you wrap your arms around him as he starts to roll his hips up into you now, you shiver under him whimpering feeling the overwhelming feeling of him start to fuck your womb, you felt him deep in your stomach.

You claw at his back as he picks up his pace, the sounds of your cunt echoing throughout his living room, this is the loudest it’s ever been before, making such lewd noises that made you wanna hide away. He chuckles quietly, “you’re such a slut mama..~who knew that you liked to be fucked raw like this..~” he teases as he pounds down into you causing you to claw relentlessly at his back.

He hisses at both feelings leaning down into the crook of your neck making dark hickeys for everyone to see. The feeling of your gummy insides squeezing around him was enough to make him cum right there, he sighs out against your neck before going to the next spot sucking harshly replacing the harsh suck with his warm tongue.

You put up a fuss, whines and gleeful sobs left the back of your throat, you felt as if your entire body was going to explode. He kissed up to your ear planting gentle kisses to it before whispering “you feel sooo good..~” into your ear, making his thrust more intense and direct causing you to squeal in intense pleasure.

Your stomach threatened to pee, and you did not want to embarrass yourself on this man’s white couch, “Suguru wait! I-I have to pee!~” you warn your breath hitting his ear causing him to shiver as he continue to ram in your core.

Your pleads and cry’s of your near golden shower caused him to chuckle alluringly. “I assure you it isn’t that baby..~ just let it out I promise it’s—okay..~” he whispered in a free from harshness tone. Lifting you up into his arms holding you up and without a second thought you started bouncing your hips wildly so close you could feel your brain pop.

You rock your hips back and forth pushing his thick cock up against both your g-spot and Cervix shuttering as Geto slid his hands and gripped eagerly at the fat on your hips, “fuck..~” he whispers, watching you ride his Cock without any worry at all, made him feel as if he were in a dream, watching your sexy body roll back and forth as your hand gripped on the couch to keep yourself stable although he knew, he had you steady as ever.

You look down at him take one of your nipples in his mouth feeling sweat drip down the side of your temple. You were hot, and so eager to push both you and his cum out; you feel tears dampen your reddened cheeks “keep going baby~ you’re doing so good haah~— so good for me~ move your hips just like that..~” he groans out, in a encouraging tone.

“I can’t keep—it’s!” You feel your stomach turn with anticipation to cum all over him like he’s encouraging you to do. Looking down at his jet black hair being plastered to his forehead in sweat as his hips bucked a bit after staying still telling you, he was ready to cum too. “Cmon my mama, let it out for me, show me how good my cock made you feel..~” he whispered in your ear.

Yet once he was really ready he gripped your hips tightly pounding up into you causing you to scream loudly, “Yes! Yeah! Mmph!~” you cry out laying your head on his looking down to watch exactly what he was doing before your head fell to his shoulder from the harshness of his thrust. He holds you close, which pushes you on the edge and finally.

You tense up finally squirting and he feels this before whispering; “there you go..~” cumming all inside of you panting as he laid his head against your neck.

You held him so tightly as you worked your way through your orgasm, and he did nothing but return the favor. “Good job baby..~ you did so good..” he whispers soothingly planting soft kisses on my temple. “Cmon baby let’s go one more time, I know you can do it..~” he whispered lifting my hips for me.

You two weren’t going to be finished anytime soon

You use the towel that was given to you to dry your hair walking from the bathroom into Suguru’s room with a sigh, you were tired, the strain on your body made you feel so droopy.

Plopping down on Suguru’s memory foam mattress that completely sunk you in when you laid down; you had the bed all to yourself Suguru out at the pharmacy retrieving your Plan B pill.

You sigh in comfort closing your eyes, you promised yourself to just take a little nap until he gets back, what could it hurt?

After a while you open your eyes Hazily to the sound of a phone going off uncontrollably. “Alright Shoko..” you say reaching for your phone just to look and notice. That you don’t have a single text.

You turn your gaze over to Geto’s nightstand where his second phone rested, lighting up and vibrating each time a text came through.

*ding*

*Ding.*

The sound echoed throughout the room, who the hell is texting him like that? “Don’t overdo it.” You told yourself, Geto is a busy man, all of that could be buissness related; but what if it’s not.

That didn’t help, your mind wouldn’t allow you to believe that the person texting him like this; had anything to do with signing a deal. Fuck it, you lean over grabbing the phone hoping to God that, you were wrong.

You click on the message just to feel your stomach drop,the man you love has the nerve to not have a lock on his phone.

Rose

I need to see you again, yesterday wasn’t enough for me.

Suguru

I know, you will.

This is messages between a girl and Geto, and he’s responding with his other phone, the idiot doesn’t even know his phone is right here with you.

Rose

Where are you now? Can I see you now?”

Suguru

No, I’m busy at work, but tomorrow I’ll make time for you Kay’?

Rose

I want you now :(

Suguru

Patience, I promise I’ll see you tomorrow.

You wanted to puke, you felt like you might actually do so, these were fresh messages they just happened. You hum clicking your nails against the screen, no way were you gonna stand by and let this shit happen again.

In all honesty, you can have him, today and tomorrow.

You send in the message just for the line to get dead silent; you throw the phone screaming “FUCK!” In nothing but pain and betrayal; you actually trusted him, you wished that you could just hide away in embarrassment.

You quickly wipe away your tears rushing from the room to grab your bag as you frantically call your bestfriend, “I’m such a fucking idiot..” you sob out, “where is he? Fuck it I’m on my way!” Shoko says snatching her Keys from her table side.

Meanwhile you sat on the couch trying your hardest to calm down and then He walked in, “Y/n..where are you going?” He ask closing the door behind him, you of course ignore him, but just hearing his voice made you want to answer.

He sets the bag on the table, “can we talk?” “There’s nothing to talk about, I can’t believe I fucking trusted you.” You say aggressively wiping your tears.

It broke him to see you crying like this, all because of stupid him; Geto in the end just couldn’t help himself, and he couldn’t explain to you that despite his actions, he only wanted you.

Suguru stays quiet hands in his pockets as he contemplates what to say next. You stand going to wait outside but he moves in front of you, “move.” You say threatening to hit him with your bag by lifting it, “will that make you feel better..?” He said looking down at you with calm but panicking eyes. He just couldn’t lose you again.

“Get out of my way Geto.” You say again in a warning tone now as you mush him out your way but he grabs your wrist, “don’t leave like this, at least wait it out tonight, or..let me take you home? It’s late you can’t go out like this.” He says trying to calm you but instead you hit him in his chest over and over. “I hate you so fucking much! I hate you!” You cry out feeling as if you were going to puke.

Geto looked down at you with a pained look “don’t say that y/n..” he says trying to hold you close but you throw your phone at him hitting him in his eye, and you couldn’t care less. “Shit!” He hissed holding his eye as you walk out of the house sobbing feeling your world crash down on you.

You didn’t even feel this hurt when you caught him, but this time, he promised you. He promised he wouldn’t hurt you again, and here he is; hurting you like his word meant nothing.

Stumbling down the street trying to quiet your sobs you hear a car ride down next to you, so you turn your head just to see Geto roll down the window, “get in..” he says, thankfully his eye wasn’t bruised just scraped up. “You can’t walk around bare foot like this..” “you didn’t even apologize..” you say in a daze looking over at the man you still love.

He sighs leaning his head back “I wish I had all the answers to heal your heart right now..but I can’t..—“ he stopped unlocking the door, “please, just get in and we can talk.” You think for a few, before remembering the promise you made to yourself, and you weren’t the kind of person to break a promise.

“Just go home you have someone that you can fuck, that’s all you care about right?! That’s all I am to you! some pussy!” You yell to which Geto shushes you holding his hand up, “listen to me, that isn’t how I feel about you at all, you know that right?” You scoff at him and he slams his hand on the arm rest, “Y/N! You know that right?!” But he couldn’t have felt something other than Lust for you, That’s how you felt. That’s what you knew.

You swat your hand wiping your falling tears continuing to walk down the road, just for Shoko to swerve in front of him almost causing an accident. She leans over opening the car door, which you hop in almost wanting to jump in her arms, you felt like the worlds biggest idiot.

She glares at Geto through her review mirror before swerving off into the night making her way back to the house.

Geto sighed at the encounter, he felt his heart began to beat out of his chest as he put the car in reverse, he couldn’t think straight as the women he hurt so much drove in the car with her friend down the road.

Not to mention his eye, was fucking throbbing. As he makes his way back home, he dials Satoru’s number in a panic getting himself in the house dropping the keys on the floor.

He taps the back of the phone waiting frantically for his bestfriend to answer, sure he wasn’t the best person to call in situations like this, but he was his best friend nonetheless. Finally Satoru picked up the phone “Yo.” He says in a deadpan tone.

“I fucked up..” Geto said flopping back on the couch, “oooo Suguru Geto, fucking up? This should be nice~” his bestfriend says sitting up in his bed, “be serious right now idiot, it’s about y/n..” Satoru cocks his head on the phone, “Shoko’s friend with the fat ass?” He ask jokingly making Suguru’s eyebrow twitch.

“Shut up. Anyways she went through my phone,” Satoru looked at his best friend with a puzzled look on his face, “how the hell did she do that—you gave her the code?!” Suguru sighed shaking his head, “it was my work phone I don’t have a co-“ “dumbass, you know what, I dunno why you called me, you did that to yourself.” Suguru slammed his hand on the couch, “will you just listen!” He screamed receiving a childish giggle from Satoru.

“And now she’s back at home, ha..she said she hates me..Satoru..” he said and for some odd reason tears started to prickle the corners of his eyes.

Don’t get him wrong; Geto knew why you said that, he wasn’t that stupid. The thing that hurt him the most was that at the moment though, he truly felt that you did, but he felt like you had a right to which, you did.

“Suguru, can you really blame her..” the man on the other line said completely serious right now, not that he wasn’t before; but after hearing the whole story he couldn’t help but feel utterly sorry for you. Suguru sighed again shaking his head, “no..but—that’s why I need you.” He said turning his attention back to the phone.

Just to see Satoru pointing his index finger towards himself, “me?” He said with a now interested grin; “yes, see we met y/n through Shoko, and she’s not talking to me, I need you to text her and tell her when I come to the house to give Y/n back her phone and Hopefully talk to her, to just relax and let me talk to y/n” He said looking at the wall as his plan began to form in his head.

Satoru chuckled, “that’s the dumbest shit I have EVER heard, she doesn’t like me either, and to be honest if she’s mad at You she’s mad at me too.” He said laying back in his bed, “so swoon your way in.” Geto said demandingly.

Satoru cackled “I would never fuck Shoko,” “I’m not asking you to-haaa..just fuckin forget it,” Suguru said with an exhausted sigh, today has been a day.

Satoru thought for a few before saying “alright, I got you I’ll talk to her, now go put some ice on that eye pfft she fucked you up!” He said before bursting into full laughter which made Geto hang up quickly.

Suguru pushed his hand over his eyes to block out the light, He felt like such a fucking idiot.

You walk into the house hugging yourself Shoko close behind, a supporting hand on your back, “don’t beat yourself up about this Y/n,” you walk over to the couch sitting down pulling the strings on your hoodie to hide your face.

Shoko sighs, she’s known Suguru and Satoru for years, but once you became her roommate you asked her to introduce you to Geto so she did, with a warning label of course. That doesn’t help the crushing pain you feel each time he’s done this to you, and you’ve then known all four of them for two years.

Can you honestly still hate him? After everything Geto was the only man you really wanted. You love him so much, and that made you want to hate him so bad.

“It’s just so stupid..I mean he takes me out and takes me home..and fucks me so fucking good after making all these promises not to hurt me anymore! And I mean Shoko he fucked me so good I almost forgot who I was..” and that alone made Shoko cringe, “yeah but that’s all he’s good for: a good fuck and a empty promise..” “but that’s not true..” you state putting your cold hands under your leg.

“He makes everything feel so right, stepping back into his house and just being up underneath him made me feel at home..” shoko sat next to you, pointing towards the floor, “this is your home, you’ve fallen too deep into this man’s arms.”

Shoko says after standing grabbing a blanket, “I say you fuck Satoru.” Shoko says handing you a shot glass after pouring you a shot; you down it without second thought, “you really think I should?” You ask the most innocent look on your face when you do so.

Shoko shrugs clicking her glass with yours, “hurt him like he hurt you, of course he never has to know..” she said with an evil grin. You shake your head shaking the thought out of it. You could never fuck Satoru Gojo, that was the most absurd idea to ever pop up in your head.

Right?

“I’m going to bed..” you tiredly say standing having Shoko salute to you as you make your way to the room getting ready for bed.

Shoko watches waiting for the door to finally close before she pulled out her phone texting Satoru.

Satoru snuggled up in bed, through the situation with his bestfriend and work, he was exhausted to say the least, he scrolls on his phone scrolling through pictures on your instagram page, “he’s such an idiot,” he says to himself, Satoru couldn’t deny that the minute he saw you that day on campus that he lusted for you right there.

But Geto got to you first, and he knew better than to break bro code over a girl, but he instantly locked his attention to the message that made his eyes widen, it was Shoko and it said.

𝓢𝓱𝓸𝓴𝓸𝓼𝓪_𝓼𝓷𝓪𝓬𝓴

I need you to distract y/n, I don’t care when but your friend is a dickhead; do ur Gojo thing—distract her for a day to get her mind off of it.

Satoru couldn’t believe his eyes, he sat up a bit on his elbows typing back.

𝕲𝖔𝖏𝖔𝖚._.𝕾𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖚

How the hell do you expect me to do that? 🤔

He replies waiting eagerly, he felt like a teenager again, plus what the hell did she mean by “Distract her”?

𝓢𝓱𝓸𝓴𝓸𝓼𝓪_𝓢𝓷𝓪𝓬𝓴

Satoru you know what I mean. 🤷🏻‍♀️

He gasps at the message, really? She wanted him to do what he does to other girls, to you? He was no better that Suguru. He laid back staring off into his ceiling just thinking; he couldn’t possibly fuck you.

Right?

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Unwanted: Chapter 21, Unacceptable - Pt. 4

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language,

Word Count: 947

Previously On...: Bucky confronted Steve when he thought you two slept together. It got... ugly.

A/N: Last part of Chapter 21! We're off to Atlantic City, baby!

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“That was pure evil,” Sam said as you both buckled your seatbelts in the convertible you’d be using for the mission. “I knew you were a genius, Baby Girl, but damn! Didn’t realize it was evil genius! Remind me never to get on your bad side!”

You smiled and shrugged, adjusting your hair in the visor mirror and putting on a pair of sunglasses. “Serves them right, acting like I’m a fucking piece of property either one of them can claim ownership of. I hope they break each other’s noses.”

Sam laughed as he pulled the car out of the Tower’s underground parking garage and onto the city street. “We got about a two and a half hour drive,” he said. “What do you feel like listening to?”

You were prevented from answering by the sound of Cherry Pie by Warrant filling the car. You both looked around for a moment before you realized it was coming from your phone. You picked it up, staring at the screen in confusion when you saw Tony’s name flash across the screen.

“You asshole, did you hack my phone?” you asked, putting him on speaker, “Because this was certainly not your ringtone.”

“Can you blame an old man for feeling nostalgic?” Tony asked, and you could hear the grin in his voice. “Did Cap give you my message?”

“Yes,” you said, eying Sam, “and Sam was very hurt when you called him ‘birdbrain.’” Sam did his best to stifle his laugh.

You could practically hear Tony roll his eyes. “Yeah, well Rogers needs to learn not to repeat everything word for word. Listen, kiddo, I meant what I said about visiting, though. You need anything, anything at all while you’re gone, you call me, okay? I can be there before you even hang up the phone.”

You let out an exasperated sigh. “Jesus, Tony. I’m not a child, and Sam’ll have my back. I know I’m not a mighty Avenger like the rest of you, but I’m not incompetent. I’ve been trained–”

“Whoa, whoa,” Tony interrupted you, “that’s not why I’m worried. Not at all. I know you can more than handle yourself. Hell, I’d send you on this mission solo– that’s how much faith I have in your abilities.” You smiled unexpectedly at that. “I’m concerned about how this mission’s going to affect you mentally and emotionally, given your–”

You immediately took him off speaker and held the phone to your ear as he continued “--history. We’re dealing with missing women who are likely being trafficked for sex. If that’s not gonna be a potential trigger for you, I don’t know what is.”

“I’m not fragile, Boss,” you said, your voice softer now. In all the turmoil you’d gone through since finding out about Bucky and Carthage, you honestly hadn’t given much consideration to what the mission might mean to you on a psychological level. “I never said you were, kiddo. I know you’re strong. But, this is a lot. You’ve just been dealt a major blow because of Barnes and I’m putting you back in a position that’s a lot closer to your old life than you’ve been living in a long, long time. You’ve come so far, and, well, I guess I’m concerned that I’m doing you more harm than good by sending you backwards.”

“Thanks, Tony,” you murmured, touched that he was still looking out for you, even from a distance. “That means a lot.”

“Just promise me– if it gets to be too much, if at any point you're struggling, you’ll tell me. I’ll pull you out, mission be damned.”

“But Boss,” you interjected, “these women need our help! We can’t just–”

“I know that, Pocket,” he countered, “and we will help them. But I’m not going to risk your mental wellbeing to do it. If it gets to be too much, we’ll pull you out, and we’ll find another way. Trust me.”

Your trust was running in short supply these days, but if there was one person who had never failed you, had never let you down, and was deserving of all the trust you had to offer, it was Tony Stark. “Yeah, okay,” you eventually agreed. “I promise. If it gets to be too much for me, I’ll let you know.”

“Good,” said Tony, and you knew he’d probably expected more of a fight from you, but you were too mentally exhausted to put one up. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I promised Pepper I’d do a stopover in Havana on my way home from Belize and pick up this massage oil she absolutely loves. See, it warms up when you–”

“Good bye, Tony,” you laughed, ending the call before he could go into further nauseating detail. You shook your head, smiling to yourself. You noticed Sam glancing over at you. “What?” you asked him.

“Nothin’” he said, eyes back on the road. “Just think it’s sweet how much Tony cares about you, that’s all. I knew you two were close, like brother and sister, but I never saw it in action before. It’s nice.”

“Oh,” you said, surprised he hadn’t jumped to the typical conclusions people came to when they considered your relationship. “Yeah, he’s really been the best.”

“So, how did you two meet, anyway?” Sam asked as the two of you pulled onto the highway. “I know Tony said the strip club, but I figure there’s got to be more to it than that. If you don’t mind sharing, that is. I mean, we still have two hours of driving left to do.”

You chuckled. “Nah, it’s alright– I don’t mind telling you. It’s actually kind of a funny story…”

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maehemthemisfit · 2 years

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Parenting Fails

synopsis: tr men (mikey, sanzu, rindou) and chaotic events of raising children. (pt 1?)

warnings: underage drinking, child endangerment, just tiny people in bad situations and traumatized fathers.

masterlist - requests are open!

— MIKEY

Loves to throw his child up in the air as a form of entertainment which also seems to calm them down and make them giggle. It was all fun and games until he threw them up again.

It was a whooosh! followed by a BUMP! and his life flashed before his eyes.

The way this man's jaw dropped is beyond me. He caught his kid who looked dazed and baffled while he stood there, hand covering his open mouth out of shock and pure fear as tears welled in his eyes upon hearing your hurried footsteps and worried voice.

You were gonna kill him.

— SANZU

He had a really bad headache and could barely focus on anything, still you left him in charge of taking care of the little toddler. He had a meeting with Bonten so he had no choice but to take the little devil with him, leaving them with a secretary that looked stressed out of her mind.

He still made an effort to take a peek every now and then and give the kid some food- which Kakucho probably reminded him to do. Things were going well until it wasn't, shit hitting the fan when his kid staggered into the room abruptly.

"W-wad! I... want mo j..juice?" His kid nearly crawled towards him, their request coming off more as a question. It only took two seconds to realize what the fuck was going on, judging from the glass in his kid's hand that held remnants of the alcohol the other members were previously drinking.

"Shit!" He hissed, scooping his child up into his arms and coddling them. "No, no, no, you were fine like a minuet ago, why??" Sanzu cried, eyes blown wide and shaking his kid as his world came crashing down on him.

"I hope you made a will," Kokonoi sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as Kakucho searched for a bottle of water. Everyone's faces immediately paled once they realized they dire of the situation.

"Yeah, no shit, she's gonna kill me for being irresponsible, then she's gonna kill all of you for not stopping me from being irresponsible!" His kid continued to slur and babble incoherent words which didn't help the panicking pinkette. "I'm too pretty to die..."

Ran deadpaned as Mikey's eyes widened when he caught a glimpse of Sanzu's phone, noticing a notification that was soon to end everyone's career. "Uh, Sanzu...?"

Bonten's number two sent a shaky look to his boss, eye twitching on the edge of a breakdown as he held his child to his chest, praying to the higher Gods that Mikey was gonna tell him something good.

"y/n's coming back in 20 minuets."

His heart practically fell out of his ass.

"Fuck."

— RINDOU

You know when you lose something that you can't find for shit so you just start looking in places you know damn well it couldn't be in? Yeah that was Rin.

"Get up." "Dude, you're kid isn't under this couch."

You know he's gone mad when he starts flinging cabinets open and close and mumbling how this was it, this was gonna be your 13th reason, it's all over for him.

Deadass lost his kid for a good two hours.

That was until he found the little gremlin walk in with a tired Ran and an annoyed Sanzu. Apparently, they found them wondering outside on their way back from a mission.

Yeah that could've gone way worse. Especially if you found out...

"Look daddy! I made a new friend!" His child smiled, bouncing up and down as they fumbled to retrieve something from their pocket.

"What is it sweeth-" Rindou choked when his kid pulled their friend out of their pocket, not even having time to react as this big ass fucking roach flew straight into his face, nearly getting into his mouth.

The WAY this man SCREAMED had Sanzu thinking his balls were kicked back in as the older haitani was left wheezing on the floor, watching his brother fight for his life against a bug.

Tears. This man was in tears. Out of all the humans on this earth and his kid 'made friends' with a roach.

He was gonna be sick

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sturnstar169 · 1 month

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I Miss You (pt 2)

Matt Sturniolo

Go read pt 1 🙏🙏

Warnings: smutty smut, oral..

fem!receiving, just mainly focusing on

y/n LMAO🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ use of y/n (obv) LOWK

SUB!MATT, fluff, uhhh yeah

A/n: here’s the smutty one! But uh I think this is just as ass than the first also i realize i refer to y/n as a whole different person like not just the reader ykwim??? AND IM SO BAD AT WRITING SMUT LMAO HELP

I wake up and look at the time. 9 AM. it was extremely early for me. I look at my notifications and see about a million, all from Matt. As soon as I tried to look at the messages my phone died.

“Fuck.” I whispered under my breath as I reach for my charger, which wasn’t even plugged into the socket when I fell asleep last night, so it wouldn’t have even mattered if i did plug my phone in.

As soon as my phone turned on I immediately went to see what messages Matt sent me.

“Y/n?”

“Why am I on read”

“I’m sorry”

“Please answer”

“I didn’t mean to come off as mean”

“Please answer im sorry”

I read them and honestly felt kinda bad as I realized how sorry he really was.

“Hey” I texted him back.

He saw it immediately and texted me back.

“Y/n sweetheart I’m so sorry” the tone of his text was similarly nervous to the previous ones.

“It’s okay” I texted back, feeling bad about how worried I got him.

“Can I come over?”

“Um sure”

I’m not sure why I said yes, but I did.

About 10 minutes later I get a text.

“Here”

I opened the door to a sorry-looking Matt. His hair was messy and he looked tired. He pulled me into a hug that I reciprocated without hesitation.

He still smelled good and it made me feel safe. All the resistance I tried to build up over night was completely gone after just one simple hug. I felt him smile against my hair when my grip on him tightened.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to come off so.. I don’t know..” he said, clearly feeling guilty about how he talked to me.

“It’s okay” I mumbled into his chest.

He gently tapped my thigh twice, signaling me to jump up. I looked at him and he gave me a.. look.

“Matt we c-“

“Shh.. we can do anything baby.” He said it in a voice he knew I loved.

I saw him glance at my lips before smashing them into mine, he lifted me up by my thighs as we kissed. It was heated and passionate.

He started heading up to my room. My hands tangled into his hair as I continued kissing him. As soon as he got to my room he placed me down on the bed. I sat up and tried untying his sweatpants but he quickly stopped me.

“No. Let me show you how sorry I am, please.” He practically begged as he gave me a look he knew I couldn’t say no to.

“Fine” I said reluctantly.

He got on the bed after me and molded our lips together once again before moving them down to my neck. He gently tugged at my shirt, signaling he wanted it off and silently asking if it was okay. I nodded and he smiled against my neck, placing a gentle kiss to it before pulling away to lift my shirt off and discarding it across the room.

His eyes widened as he realized I wasn’t wearing a bra the whole time. He smiled as he immediately started attacking my chest with kisses, peppering each side with gentle and loving ones. He left opened mouth kisses on each one, leaving purple marks all across my chest.

I let out an impatient but pleasure-filled sigh.

“Matt— please—“ it seemed like I snapped him out of a trance as he whispered a small “sorry” and continued kissing down my stomach, hooking his fingers into the waistband of my shorts, looking up at me for reassurance.

“Are you sure you want to?”

I nod my head desperately.

“I need words baby.”

“Please Matt— I need you so bad—“ i practically whine out, hoping he’ll hear the desperation in my voice.

“Good girl.” He says as he pulls my shorts down, leaving me in nothing but my underwear.

He left a kiss to my clothed clit, eliciting a small whimper from me.

“Matt.. no teasing—“

“Shh.. I’m taking my time. wanna give you what you deserve..” he said as he slowly started pulling my underwear down.

He discarded them like the rest of my clothes and ran his tongue from my entrance up to my clit, making me moan out.

He gently flicked his tongue against my clit, teasing me, before stopping all together to leave kisses around where I needed him most.

“Matt please—“ I whined out, hoping he’d stop teasing.

He smiled before going back to gently suck on my clit, he brought his fingers up to my entrance, slowly pushing them in and starting to pump them in and out at a steady pace, hitting every pleasure point he could. He moved his tongue up and down my folds, not letting a single part of me going untouched.

My hand flew to his hair, tugging at the soft strands.

“Matt— I’m—“ I whimpered out as he increased the speed of his fingers.

“C’mon baby” he said as he angled his fingers to hit just the right spot inside me to make me come apart.

I weakly moaned out his name as I came on his finger and mouth. He smiled, still gently pumping his fingers in and out, riding me through my high before slowly pulling them out and leaving a kiss to my sensitive clit, making me let out a small whine.

He looked up at me, his cheeks red and flushed and his hair was messy from when I tugged on it. He licked his lips and wiped his chin after licking his fingers off.

As i calmed down and my brain wasn’t as foggy i could see him clearly palming himself.

He kissed up my stomach and chest and left a soft kiss to my temple before whispering praises into my ear.

“You did so good baby, so good” he whispered sweetly before he got me some of his clothes to wear.

He laid next to me after helping me get dressed, peppering me in gentle kisses all over my face.

“Matt..?” I said quietly as I cuddled up to him.

“Yes sweetheart?” He said sweetly and with a small, contempt smile on his face.

“Was this a mistake?..” I asked, slightly scared at the thought of him saying yes.

“Was me eating my girlfriend out a mistake? No.” He said nonchalantly like he didn’t just call me his girlfriend.

“I- Wh- but- I-“ I stuttered, scanning his face for any hint that he was joking.

He looked back at me with nothing but seriousness and a small smile. He gave me a kiss on my forehead before tucking a hair behind my ear and cuddling up to my side.

“Well, I’m gonna sleep.” He said nonchalantly, leaving me to process what he said while he cuddled up close to me.

I played with his hair and tried to process what he said and soon followed suit and fell asleep with him cuddled up to me.

The end was kinda ass tbh

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mikeeel · 11 months

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sleepless pt.1

type: imagine pairings: heeseung x jake x fem!reader dom!f, switch!heeseung, sub!jake, bi!heeseung, bi!jake, bi!f, experienced!f+hee, virgin!jake, fwb!au, uni!au

warnings: threesome, voyeurism, use of; “pup”, “good boy”, “slut”, “whore”, grinding, unprotected sex, (i don't think anything else) btdubs this is all consensual!!

a/n; bruah this is my first posted imagine bit nervous nobody will see this probably but dew it ya ... i'd love feedback <3 this is straight up nsfw obviously

iMAGiNE:

you weren’t sure how it got to this, it just happened. one day, you had a bad day, went to a party and ended up moaning your heart out for the guy in your english lit class. you don’t mind it, of course. you weren’t looking for anything serious, just someone to mess around with, convienientally, he was too. you agreed to a friends w/ benefits and got caught up in each other’s heat often. it was 2am, crack of night when you get a message from heeseung. “u up?” showing up as a notification with a ping. you smirked, and replied with a non-chalant; “yeah” you were certainly excited, you knew what was coming next after this. scurrying through your lingerie drawer, you pick one you’d bought recently for heeseung. you knew he was a little stressed with uni and you thought it would be a nice surprise. you do a quick winged eyeliner and put on your fishnets, praying they get ripped tonight. as you finish your thought, your phone goes off with another ping. you get up out of your seat, throw on some sweatpants and a hoodie heeseung gave you while you pick up your phone. “you down?”

you smirk again, grab your keys and lock the door while you silently pass through, trying not to wake your roomie. you walk out the door and quickly jog down the stairs to heeseung’s dorm room. you exit out the building to knock on the window and flash a teethy smile to the beauty opening the window. heeseung grabs your hand and helps you climb through. he hushes you as you walk to his bed. you notice his roommate, jake, still fast asleep. his naked back to you and messy hair upon the pillow. “won’t we wake up jake?” you ask while creaking your head towards jake. “no, if you keep quiet love,” heeseung whispers in your ear as he leads you to his bed. you smile lightly and push him onto the bed while seductively kissing his neck. fluttering his collarbones with your lip love and your slim hands tugging at his jersey, asking for permission to take it off. he lets you as you slide his jersey over his head, you go crazy everytime seeing heeseung without a top. his impeccable pecs, his smooth abs and his visible v-line makes you want to ruin him time and time again. you lick a streak from his v-line to his neck, sucking along your favourite parts. he moans lowly and breathy just how you like it. “y/n..” he breathes while rocking his head backwards, his hands wandering to your hips, begging you to let him take off the restrictions of pure aesthetical bliss to his eyes, your body. “not yet, sweetheart, a little longer.” you whisper upon his lips, practically begging you to make them red. you kiss him slow and hard, your tongue slipping past his lips, teeth clashing as he grunts and thrusts upwards. you moan at the contact of him and bite his lips which makes him moan once again. you let go of his cupid bow lips and put your finger on his chin, making him look down from his rocked-back head. you grab his hands, veins popping and slight sweat on his palms which makes you rock back and moan softly at the thought of this hands choking you and making you beg for more. you put them onto his hoodie which smelt like him and made him lift it. your stomach could be seen underneath your ivory lingerie, patterns like flowers and lace all around, a corset almost hugging your waist with your breast hanging, nipples hardened by the breeze of the wind as they are freed from the hoodie. your collarbones clearly visible and your tattoos above your pairs of flesh which read “yours”. heeseung clenched his eyes as they rolled back into his head, you could feel him hard beneath you, asking for you to relieve him. you then lead his hands to your waistband and made him lower it to a pair of matching underwear, barely covering your sopping cunt and your fishnets underneath. heeseung sat up and looked you dead in the eyes. “you don’t know what you do to me baby, fuck. you look perfect, all this for me?” he asks, with desperation and want in his intention. you caress his face and look at him. “i’m all for you.” you say while looking at him with dark eyes. dragging your thumb against his bottom lip, he begins to grind beneath you, his large hands bringing your hips towards him. moaning softly in your ear as you play with his hair. grinding against each other slowly, saying sweet things, praising the other.

little did you know, you had a listener.

jake was awaken by you just coming in. he wanted to go back to sleep but all he could imagine was you and heeseung on top of him, touching him, making him squirm. he’s only thought of heeseung like this recently after seeing him come out the shower, heat pulsating off him and beads of sweat battling to see which one gets to his manhood first. jake couldn’t help but stare, heeseung looked especially crafted by god. but then, he saw you. you weren’t an average sexy, you had an energy which would make anyone fall to their knees. the way dresses hugged your lovely wide hips, and shirts tight against your chest. your smile killed many and jake was obsessed with that; so when he saw you and heeseung together it was like a wet dream come true. he couldn’t help but stare at you two making out. your slender fingers against his sharp jawline, jake wasn’t sure how long he could keep this up for and this was certainly his last straw. your demands and heeseung’s grunts, he didn’t know how long he could keep up just listening. jake knows he’s vocal when he jerks off so he tries his best to be silent. as heeseung moans out, jake bites his lip. as you praise heeseung, jake palms himself faster to relief. the pair of you, heeseung finishes first with a shaky, a bit too loud for comfort moan and you slap your hand over his mouth quickly. jake loses it and cums in his boxers, he feels wet and sticky but at least relieved now. heeseung looks at you with apologetic eyes while a muffled “i’m sorry” is heard. you sigh and giggle as you stroke his head.

“it’s all good my sweetness. i’m glad to know that i was making you feel good,” as you kiss on top of his head, face between your pair of tits. you feel a warm sensation on them. heeseung sucks and licks your breast and kisses the tattoo above them. “y/n?” heeseung asks. “yes my lovely, oh fuck right there” you roll your head back, scratching the back of heeseung’s hair. “i need to ask you something,” his hands fondle your breasts and you grind against the thigh you’re on. “yes, yes fuck. what is it?” you moan as heeseung rolls his lips around your nipples and bites them which makes your back arch. you were so close to your orgasm but you couldn’t be bothered to interrupt heeseung. “what’s your opinion on threesomes?” you moan and shake as you ride yourself out of your orgasmic fever and take a breath in. “never had one but i’ve always wanted to. i am poly but i never quite found the perfect poly relationship. why?” you ask while playing with his hair. “you know jake?” you look up at him and smirk while he avoids eye contact. “ah, i see. do you want to invite jake to our dirty secret benefits?” you say while grabbing his face to turn to yours. “yeah. i’ve been thinking about it for a while now. are you for the idea?” he asks while looking directly in your eyes. you comically tap your chin while attempting to look in thought. “i’ve never been more down.” you both smirk and turn to jake.

jake was panicking hard, you two want to invite him to have sex with you both. no way, he didn’t believe it. as his thoughts paced, he felt a tap on his shoulder. he moved a bit while making a low “huh?” as he turns to face you. your skin glowing in the moonlight and your lingerie perfect against your body while your tits glossy and irresistible from heeseung’s work. heeseung stands beside you, his arm wrapped around your hips. hickeys all along his body, shading from pink to purple. his pink lips plump and swollen from all the lip love you’ve been giving to him. jake fights the urge to just jack off to the sight of you as you smirk at jake’s eyes travelling from you to heeseung. you break the silence. “am i eyecandy to you jake?” you chuckle. he sits up, revealing his shirtless body and you bite your lips. jake aggressively shakes his head. “no, no of course not. just wondering why you have your tits out and heeseung barely covering his own dick.” he scoffs, attempting to act nonchalant as if he didn’t cum from you and heeseung’s moans alone. heeseung scoffs to mock jake as he walks towards him. “do you not want to join in on the fun?” heeseung lowly says into jake’s ear. jake freezes as his breath hitches. you smile as you climb on top of jake and turn his head towards you. “answer us puppy. you aren’t slick, i could hear your moans from across the room.” you smirk as jake’s eyes widen and lowers his head in shamefulness. heeseung turns jake’s head towards him instead as he caresses his face.“what’s your answer? hm? got nothing to say now slut? you seemed like such a whore but i bet you love that, don’t you?” heeseung’s slim fingers tilt his head up, forcing uncomfortable but sexy eye contact. a smirk forms on heeseung’s face as jake’s poker-face begins to crumble. jake looks at them both and mentally curses himself for being so prone to sexy people like you guys but he’d instantly regret it if he said no. he prays he made the right choice. “i’ll do it.” “good boy.”

pt.2 out NOW.

#jake smut #heesung #heeseung smut #jake #enha fanfic #enha #enha smut #enha ff #heeseung ff #jake ff #mikl wrote this

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cosmicanamnesis · 1 year

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he tastes like chocolate pt. 7

[part 1] [part 6] [part 8] [read on ao3]

December 31st, morning

It didn’t matter when Steve fell asleep, he couldn’t sleep past six in the morning. Usually he was up by five, really, six was sleeping in according to his circadian rhythm.

He woke up in an unfamiliar place and started to panic before his brain caught up to the rest of him.

It wasn’t entirely unfamiliar. His phone was on the nightstand and he was wearing his own clothes, but through bleary eyes he could barely see his surroundings, not to mention he wasn’t wearing glasses. Not that he ever really wore his glasses. They looked stupid and Robin always teased him about them so he made do without them when he wasn’t at home. This practice, unfortunately, didn’t help him figure out where the hell he was. As he tried to steady his breathing, the smell of the room hit him and he remembered.

Oh.

Oh yeah.

He’d stayed the night at Eddie’s house. He slept in Eddie’s bed. He grabbed a fistful of bedsheet and brought it to his face, trying to ground himself with something. The sheets smelled like weed smoke and nicotine and someone else’s sweat and all Steve could think was that he hoped his shirt had absorbed some of it. Was that weird? It felt weird.

He rubbed his eyes and grabbed his phone, dismissing the notifications he didn’t care about, finally landing on the ones he did.

Robs

ugh remind me to never let dates stay over if im covering ur shift

how do u do this every day

its so early im fucking dying over here

wake upppppp cmon steve i know u dont sleep in

unless ;)

Hey, you dug your own grave. Lie in it. Also, good morning.

i hate u

so how did last night go ???

Fine. We didn't really do anything, just ran some errands for his uncle. And he slept on the couch, let me sleep in his bed.

what a gentleman

Right? I am in way too deep, Robs.

could be deeper

What?

;)

I’m moving back in with my parents.

nuhuh

No, you’re right. I could never.

Robin didn’t respond right away, which meant the morning rush had started, and he wouldn’t hear from her for another two or three hours. He scrolled through social media for a while, letting himself enjoy the quiet morning for as long as he could let himself relax before needing to find something to do.

Finally he got up, changed back into his regular clothes and gathered his stuff. He made Eddie's bed out of habit more than anything and left his stuff in a pile on top of the blankets before heading to the kitchen in search of breakfast and something caffeinated.

Eddie was still asleep when Steve came into the kitchen. He could see him stretched out on the couch, one arm up over his head, one leg dangling off the side, snoring away like he'd never slept better. Weirdo.

Quietly, Steve began rummaging around in the kitchen until he found something. He thought he'd seen it last night as they were putting groceries away, and sure as shit, there it was. A tiny countertop espresso maker, covered in dust and hidden on top of the fridge behind several bags of cereal. It didn't look like it had ever been used. He set to work wiping it down before crossing his fingers and hunting through cabinets for… Perfect. They had an unopened tin of Bustelo hiding on the top shelf of a cabinet that also had pancake mix in it, so double score.

He was startled by the door opening, cold air blowing in behind Wayne as he shrugged off his coat.

"Morning," Steve said quietly, announcing his presence. Wayne nodded at him and then looked over at Eddie on the couch, unmoving like nothing had happened.

"You know how to work that thing?" Wayne asked, pointing to the espresso machine. Steve almost laughed.

"Did Eddie not tell you what I do for a living? I work at the coffee shop down the block from his apprenticeship."

"Ah," Wayne nodded. "Won it at a work thing one time. I don't know how to set it up, and the boy doesn't drink coffee, so. Figured I'd get rid of it one day, just never got around to it."

"I'm glad you didn't. Thought I was gonna have to go bug my roommate at work to make me coffee on my way home," Steve said, breaking into the long-ignored coffee tin. He’d probably go bug Robin anyway, since he had a whole day to kill. "Here, grab a mug, I can show you how to work it."

It wasn't an especially complicated machine, nothing like they had at work, but it got the job done. Wayne followed along, seeming to mentally take notes as Steve showed him what all the parts were and how to use it, even taught him how to make hot chocolate with it for Eddie, and how to clean everything after. Somehow, through all of their talking and noise, Eddie still didn't wake up. Steve sipped his coffee, leaning against the counter as he watched Wayne bring Eddie the hot chocolate.

Wayne set the mug on the coffee table, next to the pile of Eddie's rings, and patted Eddie gently on the arm. He grumbled something Steve couldn't hear and swatted Wayne's hand away.

"Eddie, you gotta get up," Wayne said, nudging Eddie a little more forcefully. More unintelligible mumbling. Steve smiled as he watched. "You gotta take Steve home, son."

That woke Eddie up. God he hated being up early. There was barely even sunlight filtering in through the blinds, and Wayne was trying to get him up now? Eddie was prepared to fight him about it a little longer until he said the magic word - Steve - and Eddie's sleep-addled brain finally figured out what was happening. He sat up in a panic, feeling his hair hold its wild bedhead shape as he made eye contact with Steve, who was smiling at him from the kitchen.

"Morning," he said softly. "Made you hot chocolate." He glanced at the mug on the table and Eddie followed suit, reaching over for it as Wayne sat down and turned the TV on.

"Thanks," Eddie took a sip and smiled back up at Steve. It tasted like the ones Steve made him at work, fancy and creamy and a far cry from the powdered cocoa mix he usually made do with. Steve turned to put something away in the fridge, finally giving Eddie a clear line of sight to the espresso machine on the counter. Mystery solved.

“Breakfast?” Steve said, holding up the half empty pancake mix. Eddie blinked, surprised, and set the hot chocolate back on the table.

“Steve, you don’t have to cook for me, I’m an adult,” Eddie said, slipping his rings back on. He saw Steve shrug out of the corner of his eye and start hunting around in the kitchen.

“You bought me dinner, I’ll make you breakfast. ‘S only fair.”

Eddie looked over at Wayne, who barely glanced away from the morning news. The silent conversation they had went something like,

Can you believe this guy? Making me breakfast in my own house?

You sure know how to pick ‘em.

Wayne, make him stop.

The kid made me coffee, Ed, he can do whatever the hell he wants.

You’re unbelievable.

Eddie rolled his eyes and grabbed his mug, heaving himself off of the couch while Wayne stayed put in his recliner, looking entirely too smug, the bastard. He stretched as he stood and joined Steve in the kitchen, rubbing the leftover sleep out of his eyes.

“Ehh, fuck off,” Steve said, waving a spatula in Eddie’s general direction.

“Relax, Stevie, I’m not gonna take over,” Eddie said, leaning back against the fridge. “Just… supervising.”

“Yeah, ah huh. Sure.” Steve turned away and grabbed a pan out of the dishrack, spinning it in his hand with a flourish before setting it on the stove.

“Huh… Where’d you learn to do that?” Eddie asked, sipping his drink.

“Do what?”

“The… flippy thing,” Eddie said, which was almost even vaguer coupled with a spinny sort of hand motion.

“Oh!” Steve started laughing, and demonstrated again with the spatula before turning his attention back to the pan, swirling a glob of butter around until it melted. “Dunno. I’ve just always done it. Drives Robin nuts. Started doing it when we worked at- Y’know that summer job I was talking about? Ice cream parlor.”

“That’s still a thing? Ice cream slinger is still a job you can have?”

“Apparently. Anyway, used to do it with the ice cream scoops all the time. She hated it, thought I was gonna throw ‘em at her on accident.”

“Did you?”

“Not on accident,” Steve chuckled.

They chatted in the kitchen for a while as Steve made breakfast for the three of them. All three of them. He made coffee and pancakes for Wayne. Because of course he did. Because of course this very pretty, very funny, exceedingly kind man would teach his uncle to use the espresso machine that he hadn’t touched since he got it and then make him fucking pancakes. Eddie was pretty sure that if he didn’t lock Steve down and soon, Wayne was gonna try.

Eddie and Steve returned to the living room with breakfast and made small talk with Wayne while they ate, all very "So Steve, where are you from," and such, getting to know each other. As Steve and Wayne, who was being uncharacteristically talkative that morning, fell into a conversation about baseball that Eddie could only kind of follow, he decided to see if the Hellfire group chat had any updates for him.

Microwave: so when is everyone getting here?

Garebear: That’s kinda up to Eddie since we need the van.

Dustpan: so any time between 2 and 6:30 is what I’m hearing

JIF: Yeah pretty much

Leia: max is gonna be here at noon to help set up. erica will be here whenever she wants to be.

Dustpan: naturally

Dustpan: mike, will, any word from el?

Dustpan: wait was that her that just came in?

Dustpan: jesus yes it was, she just scared the shit out of me in the kitchen

Dustpan: never mind I guess

good god how do you all function this early

Garebear: Why the hell are you awake?

gotta run a couple errands

i have a cute boy to impress

Leia: knock em dead, tiger

anyway gare ill come drop the van off at yours once im done and ill be back for the party at… whatd we say 7 right?

Garebear: Earlier if you can be, I’d like to not have to sound check without you

JIF: Again

Garebear: Again

Garebear: Hey I was gonna say that

JIF: Sucks to suck

Eddie rolled his eyes and sighed, shoving his phone into his pocket so he wouldn’t have to watch everybody talk over each other. There was a reason he always kept his phone on silent. If he had to hear his stupid messages go off every thirty seconds, he would probably lose it. Gareth understood, but insisted that he be in the group chat anyway so he would, quote, know what was going on and not have to make Gareth be his personal messenger, Jesus Christ Eddie could you join the 21st century please.

No, no he could not.

"Alright, if you two nerds are done… bonding, or whatever," Eddie said, tapping Steve's shoulder and making a grabby hand gesture to take his empty plate. "I got shit to do, so we should probably get you home, yeah?" He collected Wayne's plate as well and headed back to the kitchen without waiting for a response.

"Uh, alright," Steve said, brain struggling to change gears as he was jerked from his conversation. "Well, guess I'll be around," he nodded to Wayne as he stood up to follow Eddie to the bedroom so he could grab his stuff. Or, he tried to follow Eddie into the bedroom.

Eddie had caught himself, stuck still in the doorway when Steve all but ran into him, jolting him back to reality.

“Sorry, didn’t realize you stopped,” Steve laughed, sneaking in past Eddie as he stayed firmly caught on the doorframe, gaping at nothing. Steve tucked his small wad of belongings under his arm and turned back to leave the room, but Eddie still hadn’t moved.

“Hey, man, you good?” he asked, waving his free hand in front of Eddie’s face.

“Uh, yeah,” Eddie blinked hard and nodded, coming back down from… wherever he was in his head. “Sorry, I, um… sorry.”

Eddie slid past Steve into the room to pull his boots back on, sitting softly on the very edge of the bed like he was trying not to mess the blankets up, even though Steve had barely done more than shake them out to lie flat across the mattress.

Once Steve was gone and Eddie could hear him chatting with Wayne in the living room again, he took a moment to pull himself together, running his hands over the smooth bedsheets. No one else had ever made his bed for him, except for Wayne the day he had moved in. Shit, Eddie never even made his bed himself, either. But here was Steve, pretty kind funny and apparently a bit of a neat freak, and he had made Eddie’s bed.

He wasn’t sure how he felt about it, but he couldn’t let the question linger much longer than realizing he didn’t know how he felt, because he knew if he let Steve and Wayne talk any more, he’d never get Steve out of the house. Not that it was a bad thing, just… inopportune. He had other moves to make first, and unfortunately it meant Steve had to go home. For now, at least.

He shook his head again, trying to clear his brain like an old etch-a-sketch so he could focus on the task at hand, and forced himself up. He didn’t bother tying his boots; they were on his feet and that was all he needed, so he grabbed his coat and ventured back out.

“Ready?” he asked, knocking his shoulder against Steve’s as he came up behind him.

“Yeah,” Steve smiled. “Thanks, again, for letting me stay,” he said, looking between Eddie and Wayne as Eddie started pulling him out the door. Wayne nodded to Steve before he was completely dragged outside.

"So," Steve said as he and Eddie situated themselves in the van. "I know you said no dress code, but like… What should I wear, actually?"

Eddie smiled, looking behind him as he pulled away from the trailer.

"I dunno… Do you own anything other than polo shirts?"

"Yeah! This is just what I wear to work, dude, I don't dress like this all the time."

It was a little bit a lie. In reality, that was how he dressed more or less always, but it's not like his closet was comprised entirely of shirts that looked like his mother picked them out.

"Hm… In that case, wear something that if you wore it to work you'd get written up. Got anything like that?"

"I'm sure I can find something." Okay, maybe his clothes did all sort of look like his mother picked them. Whatever. He'd have Robin help him. He'd have time after she got off work.

Eddie stayed in the parking lot across from Steve's apartment for a minute before moving on with his day. He pulled his phone out, ignoring the Hellfire group chat's constant stream, and texted Barb instead.

he made my bed

is that a thing people do?

Make their beds?

make OTHER PEOPLES beds after they stay the night

Aww, he stayed the night?

yeah. turns out that coworker i thought he was dating? they do live together but shes gay and apparently had a hot date over

anyway back to my question

Did he sleep in your bed?

yes

…

Did *you* sleep in your bed?

no jesus b i slept on the couch what kind of man do you take me for

Well, I mean, I've never had anyone do that for me, but I guess that it's not, like, outside the realm of possibility.

he also made breakfast. for all of us.

Wayne too? That’s cute.

Sounds like he just wanted to be nice.

i think waynes more in love with him than i am

Did you tell him you know Nancy?

no uh. it never came up

You should probably tell him at some point.

i dunno. feel like that might freak him out

Yeah, maybe.

Eddie rested his forehead against the steering wheel for a moment, collecting his thoughts. It’d be fine, he told himself. Steve was being nice. He’s just a nice dude. Super nice. He definitely wouldn’t care that Eddie was friends with Nancy. Shit, they weren’t even really friends. Friendly, sure, but friends? Nah.

Get it together, Munson. He’s just a guy.

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i think i'm a little behind schedule so pt 8 will go up here in a couple hours and both parts will be on ao3 once i'm off work

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wonubb · 1 year

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a/n: will post part 2 within the week. might be triggering than all the others i’ve written by far.

These past few days, you would wake up alone on your bed then the memory of the previous nights would arise. Usually, you’d wait for Cheol to arrive. You’re cuddled with your favorite plushie on the couch, on your pajamas, either reading a book or watching dramas. When he arrives, you’d jump straight up to him while he carries you to your bedroom. If he’s too tired to eat, you would prepare a heavy breakfast the next day. Then the memory of the routine you both have for the previous week came to mind.

It happened first one time, you jumped to Cheol as usual but he instead helped you get back on the couch, saying he’d want to shower first. You didn’t give it much attention. So you waited on your bed til he finished his bath. What he said next surprised you. “I’ll sleep on the guest room, Y/N.” “Wait, why baby?” You asked, you didn’t get a response. Instead, what you heard is the door closing.

Of course you didn’t get much sleep that night. You waited til morning in the living room hoping to speak with him, see what happened and if could give him any help. After waking up, he took a quick shower, got dressed and left. “Bye, I’m off to practice.”

This continued for 4 straight days. You couldn’t eat, sleep, rest. What could have possibly gone wrong? You tried to think of the events before the unusual behavior of your boyfriend, trying to see if you did something that could have hurt or offended him. None came to mind.

You tried to speak with him, personal and through his phone but all you got are short answers- I’m fine, nothing to worry about, just practicing with the guys, I ate already, I’m staying in the dorms tonight.

You tried to brush away the ugly thought that has been seeping through your mind since the day he stopped communicating with you. Did he stop loving you? The insecurity that you’ve been forgetting in the last 1 year since dating him resurfaced again. You are not like the women he interacts with in the idol world and you can’t sing nor dance. You don’t know what clothes suit you. You don’t know how to apply make up. All these came to your mind.

Nothing has changed in the next few days. On the second week since you can’t get a decent answer from your boyfriend, you realized it’s enough. You will not get through his way anymore. That night he texted again, “Y/N, I’m staying at the dorm again.”

With a bitter smile, you let your tears fall and sent him a reply. “Cheol, no worries, you can go home. It’s your house after all. You can live in peace, I won’t bug you anymore. Take care of yourself.”

After seeing the delivered notification on your cell, you looked at his house one last time and made your way to the bus stop. You’re not sure yet where to go because you left your country to be with him. But now, all you want to do is get away. And maybe someday, you’ll finally get an answer what went wrong.

Pt 2

#seventeen #fanfic #seventeen fanfic #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #choi seungcheol #seventeen scoups #scoups x reader

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rumalumasuns · 11 months

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Random Scenarios G Pt. 1

With Pomu Rainpuff, Selen Tatsuki, Enna Alouette, and Rosemi Lovelock

For gender-neutral readers~! Short, lovely scenarios with your fav Niji EN member <3

! - might be ooc, I apologize -> these characters don’t belong to me, but the Nijisanji company!

!- This is a work of fanfiction! Not meant to be super realistic lol

! - Romantic Fluff :D, a tiny bit of angst/comfort stuff

! - Y/N = Your Name, L/N = Last Name

Pomu Rainpuff - Mwahahahhah!

"Hehehe."

"No, no, not like that, Y/N! You need to go like this: Myahahaha!"

"Hmm, how about this, Pomu? Muhuhuhahaha."

"No, I got it! How about, Mwahahahhah!!"

You and Pomu continued to practice your evil victory cackling while on Discord VC together. Meanwhile, Elira and Petra were DM'ing each other, talking about how they were totally third and fourth wheeling because of you two.

It's been a couple of months since you joined Nijisanji, and you were thrilled to get to know your favorite chaotic member, Pomu (only after she was comfortable with you, of course). And today was the long-awaited Mario Party collab between you, Pomu, Elira, and Petra.

Right now, you were about to do a 2 vs 2 mini-game, but you and Pomu were just messing around while the other team of Elira and Petra listened to you tiredly.

"You know, if you guys lose to us, all that practice will be for nothing, you know," said Elira, who just wanted to start the game.

Petra's avatar nodded in agreement. You and Pomu suppressed your giggles.

"Okay, okay. Let's start then!" you said.

"Yeah, we're gonna take you DOWN!" shouted Pomu.

"Oh yeah?! We'll see about that!" exclaimed Petra playfully as she giggled and the mini-game started.

Much to everyone's surprise (even chat's!) you and Pomu won.

"Y/N! WE HAVE ACHIEVED VICTORY!"

"YES POMU, IT IS TIME!"

"MWAHAHAHHAH!" you both laughed at the same time.

"Noooooooo!" said Elira as she cackled at your antics while Petra continued giggling at the hilarious situation. Chat's messages went by quickly, filled with LOLs and LMAOOOOs.

Too soon, your collab ended, with you winning, Pomu in second, then Elira third, and Petra last ("QAQ" - Petra). After you said your goodbye's to them and chat, you closed OBS, about to shut down your PC, but then a Discord notification went off.

It was from Pomu.

"Thanks for the collab today, Y/N! It was really fun to play with you! Hey, what do you say we do an off-collab next?! XD"

Excitement and joy bubbled in your chest. Your idol, your crush actually wanted to do an off-collab with you?? SAY LESS!!

"Of course!! It was a really fun collab with you, too, Pomu! When and where do you want to meet? :))"

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Selen Tatsuki - After a Long Day...

*SLAM!*

You jolted in your chair when you heard the sound of a door closing harshly upstairs. From your seat at the dining table, you turned to the stairway and patiently waited as stomps were approaching. Eventually, the source of the stomps, your girlfriend, Selen, came into full view as she reached the bottom of the stairs.

Carefully, you closed your laptop in front of you and got up from your seat, heading to the kitchen. You pulled out leftovers from the fridge to fry them up and prepare them so that Selen could eat. Behind you, you heard the scraping of the dining table's chair and a *plop* as Selen sat down. Silently, you shook your head in amusement but continued your task of preparing her meal. After all, she had a long day.

Before you could add the finishing touches to Selen's meal, you hear a small thud on the dining table. Slightly alarmed, you turn around, only to see Selen slumped over as she snoozed softly, arms under her head to make an uncomfortable pillow.

You silently laughed to yourself before finishing up her meal and quietly bringing it over to her side. Although you hated waking her up, as she just looked too cute while sleeping, you knew that Selen needed to take care of herself, especially after her endurance streams.

Gently, you shake Selen's shoulder.

*Groan*

"Selen, you gotta wake up for me, dear."

"Ugh.... Y/N, babe, noooooo..."

Before Selen could completely go off into dreamland again, you fan the fumes of the food you made toward her. This woke her up.

"Oh, sweet! Food!"

Hurriedly, she grabbed the bowl you placed in front of her and started to chow down. You laughed at her before going to sit across from her at the table. This was a normal thing between you two ever since you started living together. After you finished your work, which was always before Selen was done streaming, you would start to prepare for Selen's post-stream self: an exhausted lump of dragon-human hybrid ready to eat and cuddle.

You chuckled softly before lifting her up (Y/N is stronk!) and bringing her up the stairs, walking past her streaming studio room and entering your shared bedroom. You removed her sweater so she wouldn't overheat and prepared yourself for sleep.

Softly, you climbed into bed and faced Selen, brushing her hair out of her face before closing your eyes. Both of you slept deeply with small smiles on your faces.

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Enna Alouette - You dumbo!

You were the hall monitor of Nijisanji Academy, known for having good grades and being strict with rulebreakers. You were a stark contrast to your rival, Enna Alouette, the delinquent of the Academy.

You and Enna go way back: childhood frenemies who got into trouble often, until you decided to take your education more seriously.

Although you and Enna distanced from each other, you didn't completely dislike her. Until she decided to make life hard for you.

Not only would she run loudly in the halls and skip classes, but she would also laugh at you whenever you tried to kindly remind her about the rules. Unfortunately, she ignored you too.

Every day was loud and lively for you because of her.

Except for today.

This unsettling silence has been going on for a whole week now. There was no sign of Enna. Concerned, you asked her friend Millie what happened. She almost cried while talking about Enna, who was down with a really bad cold. You decided that this wouldn't do.

After finishing all of your monitor duties, you walked down a path that you knew very well since childhood. In your hands were a bag of medicines, the homework that Millie forgot to give to Enna, and a copy of your class notes to help Enna catch up.

You knocked on the front door. No response.

You set down the bag and searched under the doormat. Sure enough, the worn-out house key from years ago was there. You went into the house and went straight up to Enna's room. No one else was home because Enna's parents were both at work.

Once you finished climbing up the stairs and stood in front of Enna's room, you knocked on the door softly.

"Enna?" Again, no response.

Quietly, you pushed open her door, only to see Enna's bright red sleeping face on the bed. Her fever was really bad. Immediately you set down your bag and went to get her a cold towel for her forehead. After placing it on her face, you tucked her in and left the room to start cooking porridge in the kitchen.

You were finishing up the porridge by adding some medicinal herbs when you heard slow shuffling from the stairs behind you.

"Hey, dumbo," you said, scooping up some porridge into a bowl before setting it down on the table for Enna as she continued to slowly shuffle.

"You- you dumbo yourself! Why in wǒ de fángzi (this is google translate, sorry if it's inaccurate!) you weirdo!" she mumbled as she got to the table.

"Enna, I can barely understand you because you're sick and delirious right now. Just sit down-"

"Naur!" she exclaimed, but you sat her down anyways, placing a spoon in her hand. In a sickly stupor, Enna sat still, spoon slipping from her grasp. Quickly, you caught it and huffed before scooping up some porridge.

"Here, open your mouth."

Enna giggled.

"AHHHH," she loudly said.

You rolled your eyes, your face heating up.

"You dumbo," you mumbled. Although you two bickered often about rules and school and such, turns out there could be nice moments like this. Maybe, there was a chance for you two after all.

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Rosemi Lovelock - Plants Vs. Zombies!

"GRAHAHAHA!" you roared, killing off more of Rosemi's plant soldiers.

"NOOO!! Y/N, HOW COULD YOU? I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME!"

"HAHA!! Is the great Rosemi-sama ready to admit defeat for the fifth time? How many more lives will be taken because of your selfish wish to win against me?!" you exclaimed as you killed off more of Rosemi's shooters, eventually approaching her precious sunflowers.

"NOO!! My economy! I won't let you!" said Rosemi as she deployed more pea shooters and walnuts in front of her sunflowers.

But it was for naught.

With an evil cackle, you watched as your zombie slayed Rosemi's last plant: a feeble sunshroom.

The big red defeat message showed up on Rosemi's screen while a large green success message popped up on yours. Rosemi put her head in her hands as you cheered because you just won your Plants vs. Zombies custom match for the fifth time.

Across from you, Rosemi put her head in her hands as she slumped on the table and groaned. You patted her head as she continued to lament over the fact that you just won for the fifth time in a row and therefore she really REALLY had to clean the mountain of dishes in your apartment's kitchen sink.

You laughed at her and promised to make her favorite chicken nuggets and other foods for dinner. Her eyes lit up, and she immediately stood up and beelined for the dishes.

"Are you okay now, my rose?"

"YEAH! I WANT MAH NUGGETS! I MEAN- THESE DISHES WON'T CLEAN THEMSELVES~!"

You laughed at her antics, getting up from the chair and going to the fridge to start making the food.

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Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed the scenarios. I’m planning to do more! :)

Please tell me in the requests of any other Nijisanji gurl members you’d like me to do!

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snowy-vee · 2 months

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ALL MINE Pt.1 (E.W ff)

oblivious loser bsf! ellie williams x posesive popular bsf!fem reader

n/a: English is not my first language, any misspelling will be corrected later on, also, please feel free to leave a comment and rb!!

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“Bye, girls!” you waved to the cheer team before getting into Ellie’s car, greeting her with a small ‘hi’ and a kiss on her cheek. “Why weren’t you at cheer practice? I missed you looking at me from the bleachers like a little stalker,” you giggle, grabbing her phone to put music to your liking.

“I don’t look like a stalker... Do I? I don't,” she said quietly, and you laughed again. “Anyway, I was doing a project, and I didn’t notice how late it was until you called me to pick you up.”

She started the car and began to drive home. You were both roommates in an off-campus flat, and since Ellie was the only one with a licence, it was common for her to drive you everywhere and pick you up.

You kept looking for a good playlist while ‘Too Fast’ by Sonder was playing when a notification came in. You blinked twice, thinking you might have seen something wrong, but the message from Dina saying she had a good time was still there.

“Dina was your partner for the project?”

“Yes, why? She is very nice; I wonder why I’ve never spoken to her; she’s got a good vibe.”

“Yeah, but isn’t she kind of a loser? I mean, the only interesting thing about her is that she dated Jesse.” You scoffed. The ugly look she gave you after that was enough to make you stop laughing. “I don’t mean it in a bad way! Just saying that you might not want to hang out with her that much.”

“I am a loser too; shouldn’t I be hanging out with my kind of people?”

“You’re not a loser! You just have different interests than the rest of our friends—"

“Your friends"

"My friends, whatever, you hang out with me; that gives you some status and makes you not a total loser but a partial one.”

Ellie rolled her eyes as she parked the car, grabbed her backpack from the back seat, and got out without opening your door, as she usually does. You opened your mouth a little offended and got out too.

“Els! Come on, don’t get angry. I’ll cook dinner, yeah?” You tried to apologise, but she had already locked herself in her room. You snorted, throwing your bag on your bed and then throwing yourself off too.

You and Ellie had been best friends since middle school. You came in as the new girl and soon caught the attention of many, but Ellie was the only one who made you feel comfortable in every way. You were always together and inseparable until high school, when you decided to become a cheerleader, and that’s when the distinction between you and Ellie began.

Although you tried to make time for her or integrate her into the “Populars” group, it didn’t work out, and it was obvious that it made both parties uncomfortable, so the only times you shared space together were at parties or break time. Ellie had friends, not counting the online ones, but for her, they were more like classmates, so she barely spent time with them.

It doesn’t matter; you were going to sleep and apologise in the morning—that is, until, coming out of the bathroom after taking a good shower and changing into your pyjamas, you heard giggles and voices from Ellie’s room.

Was she laughing with Dina? How was it possible that they were already at the level of making video calls? Was there something else she wasn’t telling you? No, you were best friends; you told each other everything.

“Els, I’m going to make instant ramen; do you want the chicken one or?” You opened the door without knocking first to confirm your suspicions, and yes, it was Dina on the other side of the phone. You could see her face and how her smile slowly faded. “Oh, hi, Dina.”

"Hi,” she said softly. “Well, I’m going to have dinner too; talk to you later, Ellie.”

“Yeah, okay, bye, Dina." Ellie smiled, hanging up. She woke up from her bed and nodded in your direction. “I want chicken ramen; I’ll go shower real quick.”

She was still annoyed with you; you could feel it, so that meant you had to apologise tonight.

Your cooking skills were not the best; it was strange that you touched the stove burners, mostly because Ellie did. Talking about the Queen of Rome, there she was standing in her black pyjama pants and sports bra. She was drying her short hair as she watched you cook.

"Can I help you with something?" She asked, but you refused. You were almost done; you just needed to put the food on the plates. You left the dishes on the table in the living room. "Actually, I was planning to eat in my room today."

"Ellie, please... I'm sorry, I shouldn't talk like that about your friends." You started apologising by grabbing her hand and leading her to the couch. "Forgive me, yes? I hate that we're upset about something so small."

"Ugh, I hate that I can't be mad at you for too long." You squealed with excitement, and before you knew it, you both had finished eating and were now sharing a blanket on the couch while watching a movie. Your head was resting on her shoulder, and although it was a comfortable position, it got on your nerves that Ellie was on her phone, sending messages and giggling from time to time. It was driving you crazy.

You cleared your throat as you got off the couch. "I'm going to sleep; tomorrow will be a busy day," you said.

"But the movie isn't over yet," Ellie protested, looking at you with those beautiful eyes of hers. For a moment, you were about to stay, but Ding! Another notification caused her to divert your attention to her phone again.

"No, I don't want dark circles under my eyes."

"Wait, one thing..."

"What?"

"Tomorrow, where was that party?" you frowned at her question, confused that she's asking about a party.

"Uh... at the same frat house where we went for the Halloween party, why?"

"Yes, but can you send me the address?"

"Yes, but why? You said you didn't want to come, remember?"

"I know, but you're going to drag me anyway, and Dina said she wanted to come, so I won't be alone."

"You're never alone; I'm with you," you replied. Ellie raised an eyebrow as she looked at you. "Most of the time, I'm with you, Ellie!"

"I know! I appreciate it, but... I think I want to get to know Dina more, if you know what I mean." Her cheeks began to redden, and she had a shy smile as she looked at her phone. That made your stomach churn.

You nodded and couldn't help but let out an incredulous chuckle that went unnoticed by her. "I'll send you the location tomorrow, Els."

"Great, you're the best; I love you."

"Me too, get a good night's rest," you said, walking down the hallway to your room. You looked once more at Ellie before entering, still hooked on her phone. You definitely had to get rid of Dina.

You didn't have a problem with sharing other things, but Ellie? No way; she was yours, all yours.

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bbyblueetypes · 2 months

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MAFIA STORY PT 1

This is a story featuring @gatheringofsuffering / @sufferingsthegame ‘s ocs and my own! Its one of many parts of a mafia based story, let me know what you think.

TW [Implied] Pedophilia

The sky was dark, only lit by a million stars and the quarter moon that sat perfectly between them all. My back against the cool familiar concrete of the roof we met on every night as I stared into the speckles scattered above me. My phone laid flat on the concrete, silent. He always shows up, or at the very least he texts. Most people wouldn't give it a second thought, they wait patiently for a text or for them to come home. No one would think the worst in just a few hours, a day even. But I know otherwise, I know him.. I've been running every scenario in my head. Over and over again. And every single one has led me back to the same conclusion. I know I can't be rash.. not just yet. but i'd be lying if i said i didn't want to run through every alley, pick every bar fight and check every building in sight until my legs are burning and my head throbs. The sick feeling in my stomach won't go away, it sits at the bottom like a boulder and the continuous nauseous feeling gets worse with every breath. The buzzing of my phone makes my hand move like a flash of light. I grab it, hoping for a miracle and inevitably being disappointed again when the notification wasn't his name. My eyes dart to the top of the screen to read the time. 1:32am. It's later than usual. It's been about a whole day now, a whole day hes been missing. Where did you go? I can't take it any longer. I need to get answers.

I sat on the edge of the rooftop overlooking the buildings below and kicking my feet a bit. My brain is racing with all the information for my newest case. Trying to piece all of them together for Braxton. He never liked doing the thinking himself, it always pleased him more when i brought him the information already put together for him. Pleasing him helped me keep my status. pleasing him was practically all I lived for at this point.

“Hiya Blue”

Except him. My head turns in the direction of the familiar voice. There he stands only a few feet from me making his way in my direction, his emerald green hair falling against his forehead. He always kept it longer, enough to put into a small little pony tail if he wanted to. The thought amused me a little. He wasn't very tall, or well built like most men I've met in the mafia business. Sometimes I wonder how he ever made it so far. But he was smart, I guess I'll give him that. He used his younger look to his advantage and he used it well. God if he told me he was 13 I would've believed him. He always boasted about how he didn't have a group he worked for, how he worked for himself. God, how I envied him for it too. I hated him in fact . Braxton always told me never to trust someone like him, they were always out to get us. If I trusted them too much theyd ruin everything we've worked for, they'd hurt me. I hated him for a while, some would go as far to say we were enemies. Sometimes I still do. I watch his dark brown eyes scan me as he walks, probably out of habit I think. In case I'm armed, which I always am. He knows this.

“Hey Green, get bored of life without me so soon?” I tease him slightly. Which earns me a small smirk.

“Oh yea lifes sooooo fucking boring, i was almost gonna die if you werent on this roof” he speaks sarcastically. He always knows how to push my buttons with his sly comments and snarky attitude.

“Well get to dying asshole, I was just leaving” I say as I lift my legs over the concrete siding to the roof and turn myself around, now facing him before jerking myself off the siding to stand. He pouts his stupid pretty lip as he watches me and crosses his arms a bit

“already? But i just got here”

“well should've got here sooner, green” I smirk a bit as i walk by him, tapping the pad of my pointer finger under his chin as i walk by him. He rolls his eyes but i catch a glimpse of his small smirk

“I have a life, you know, not my fault you don't. Standing on the roof waiting for me all day”. God hes fucking annoying.

“I don't wait for anyone. Certainly not you, in fact I have a group that needs me” i spit as I turned my head just enough to see his snarky look on his face looking back at me already.

“I have a group blahh blahh” he mocks me. He always mocks me.

“Fuck you” i spit.

“fuck you” he immediately says back. I continue walking to the old rusty fire escape, once painted red, on the side of the roof, no longer feeling the need to entertain him.

“When you're done running around like a lost puppy for your group, you know where to find me” he speaks as I grab the handle of the fire escape. I flip him off before sliding down it, what a prick.

I sit up quickly, sliding my phone into the pocket of my weathered and ripped black jeans. I place my hand on the concrete and lift myself to my feet. If I wanted to know what happened, I'd have to go where everything would have started. I look over to the side of the building, i know where all these buildings are placed by now. I know this city like the back of my hand. I turn my body towards the side before getting a running head start, running towards the side and jumping as soon as my foot touches the edge. I watch the roof of the shorter building next door get nearer and I quickly tuck myself, rolling myself safely onto the roof. I stand and head over to the fire escape, grabbing the handle and sliding down it into the alley below. His apartment is only a few blocks from here, that's where i'll start.

I eventually arrived at his apartment building, surely his front door would be locked like it always is. However he leaves the balcony door open for me. I don't even bother checking the front door anymore. The old apartment owner knows me, infact trusts me with his home. Shes very kind. He got really lucky, she would have screwed him on his money so many times. Idiot. I know she’ll let me in, but i don't see why i should worry her. She’d most certainly call the police, thats the last thing he needs.I look into the window first, looking around his dark apartment. The lights are out, a clear indication he's not home. He loves to leave the lights on. His apartment looked like it always did, i took that as a good sign. No sign of a struggle or mess that wasnt already there. I grab the handle of the door and slide it open simultaneously reaching down to my leg harness to retrieve my knife before stepping inside cautiously. My eyes quickly dart around the apartment, scanning for any sign of life besides myself. I keep my footsteps quiet. I start with the kitchen on my left, making my way towards the counter tops. Nothing but dirty dishes fill the sink and empty cups lie across the counter. He was never one for throwing things away, even garbage. Hoarder. I think to myself as i continue making my way along the kitchen tile. The floor is surprisingly clean and white. I reach for the cabinets, checking every one incase he decides to make it a scavenger hunt for me. He loved to put important things in obscure places, only for me to find at the oddest of moments. Some would say it works in his favor. Who would check for a key in the ice cream box in the back of a small freezer? Never thought that'd be where I thought to check for things now. However my looking resulted in nothing. I labeled the kitchen a fail and continued my way towards the living area. It was a small area just beyond the kitchen. There was no wall intercepting the two, I could always see him when he’d go to make us drinks. I'd wait curled up on his light gray sofa wrapped in his dark mauve green blanket he’d occasionally leave on the back of the couch for me. He’d always say it was because he couldn't have a green couch, but I'd say it partially was because it was my favorite blanket of his. I lightly trace the back of it with my fingertips as I make my way around it. The couch wasnt of importance to me right now, however the glass coffee table in front of it had peaked my attention. Sprawled across it was papers, lots of them. A messy handwriting scribbled all about them. It was his. As i make my way to sit down i was immediately startled by a high screeching sound. I hold up my knife out of reflex looking in the direction the loud noise was coming from. It was his pet parrot. the small, pretty green bird in the cage on the other side of the room. She was screeching at me as if she was relieved to see me. I make my way across the room to the small standing cage which only makes her skreich more. I hush her softly concerned the small creature would alert the landlord living in the room not far from his. I grab a cracker from the open bag lying next to the cage

“sh sh okay Nami, calm down. Are you hungry?” As I lifted the cracker up to the cage near her she quickly took it from me. I smiled as i watched her sticking my finger through the cage and gently petting her small head with my pointer finger

“that's it, where's your owner hm?”

She chirps at me “blue. Blue. Blue”

She speaks before proceeding to eat her cracker. She repeats anything she hears often. I always found it a fun way to mess with him, making her repeat embarrassing things or simply something I would say often to throw him off his guard when he hears it. Maybe to make him think of me. clearly she hears my nickname enough to memorize it. I watch her for a moment before drawing a small breath and turning my focus back to the coffee table, “man i wish you could read bird”. I think for a moment as i look at the mess cluttered onto the table. Eventually i finally move my feet, making my way back around the table to the couch and sat down on the couch looking down at all the papers. I grab each one and quickly scan them for any importance. Some bills from his landlord, some mail that looked like spam, but what really caught my eye was the dark brown leather notebook in the middle of it all. It had a thin strap that matched its cover overlapping it and it looked like it had been used for months, a year at least. I carefully unwrap the strap and open it up skimming through each page. My eyebrow furrowed a bit looking through it, it was all his writing. Names and dates and times and places. What the hell is this? As i skim through each name, i come across a few that look familiar. Micheal Rhey.. Walter Thompson.. why do i know these?.. James Roy.. Sam Smith.. wait a minute. I know these, ive worked with them. These are all targets from my missions. The missions i saw him on. The dates matched up perfectly, and everything started to fall into place. These are his clients. These are the people that hire him. They hire him for his little sex work. These are the pedophiles that he puts on his puppy face for, the ones who loves the way he looks like a small boy. The ones he lies to for money. The ones that absolutely disgusted me. I hated every second i had to speak with them. I hated the way they spoke and shot their crooked smile at everyone, they knew exactly what they were doing. It made my stomach turn every time he sat on their lap or laughed at their pervy jokes for some simple bucks, even before I tolerated him. I immediately turned to the last page, assuming that would lead me to his latest client. Xxxxx xxxxx - the date was yesterday. Ding ding, we've got a winner. The name doesn't look familiar to me. I tear the page out of the book, folding it before sticking it into my pocket. Lucky for me finding people is my specialty, and I just happen to know a guy.

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crissiebaby · 1 year

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The Perfect Match, Pt. 1

DISCLAIMER: This story contains diaper usage, babyfication, humiliation, domination, SPH, masturbation/diaper sex, anal play, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!

Commissioned By: Anon

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*KNOCK KNOCK!*

Standing outside of a posh townhome on the wealthier side of town was JW, an average-looking and mild-mannered guy. Dressed in a wrinkled, orange T-shirt and a pair of loose-fitting jeans that he really should’ve purchased a belt for by now, one wouldn’t suspect that he was standing on this very doorstep in anticipation of a date with a girl he matched on a dating app. He honestly couldn’t believe it himself when he saw who he matched with.

Elma M. That was the name JW stumbled upon one drunken weekday night when flipping through girls on Bumblr. Unlike most of the other girls he’d happened upon, she was more than just cute or good with makeup and lighting. She was an absolute knockout with an almost cartoonishly perfect hourglass figure. Her bio made sure to brag about her E-cups, something that only turned JW on more. He definitely was looking for an attractive and confident woman like her. With little self-awareness and a crap ton of wishful thinking, he swiped right and hoped for the best.

To his gleeful surprise, about half a day later after he had sobered, JW received a notification on his phone saying that Elma M. had matched with him. He practically jumped for joy as he stared down at his phone, feeling a sense of pride welling up in his chest. After a brief but pleasant conversation, he and Elma agreed to meet at her place for a Friday evening date. To think that not only would he be going on a date with one of the hottest women he’d ever laid eyes on but he’d be stopping by her house first. Maybe if he was lucky, they would swing by her place after the date as well.

While JW was nothing but confident in his match with Elma, his friends were far more skeptical, trying to remind him if something on the internet seems too good to be true, it almost certainly is. He attempted to quell their doubts by boasting about Bumblr’s top-notch verification system which made it nearly impossible for someone to fake an account. Sadly, his friends weren’t exactly swayed. Rolling his bright, green eyes at their cynicism, he decided the best way to prove them wrong was to go on the date and brag about it afterward.

*Raaaaaaattle! CLICK!*

The sounds of the front door unlocking pulled JW’s wandering mind back to reality. He quickly straightened up his poster and adjusted his stance so that his “good” angle was pushed forward. Running his fingers through his neck-length brown hair one last time, his face brightened into a smile, ready to greet his date.

“Hi! You must be JW!” said Elma with a deep, sultry voice as her ruby-red lips stretched into a warm smile. The photos on Bumblr failed to capture just how drop-dead gorgeous this woman was. Her long, auburn hair shimmered under the glow of the porch lights, accenting her delicate skin tone perfectly.

Tragically, JW was not aware of this as his eyes were drawn in by the hypnotic pull of Elma’s sweater puppies. Contrary to his mundane appearance, she was wearing a black evening dress with a slit running down the side of her leg and a fashion belt strapped around her waist. The length of the dress did nothing to hide just how tall Elma was, standing more than a couple of inches above JW’s painfully average height of 5’9”.

Stepping out of the doorway, Elma happily stood over JW, looking down at him as she extended her arm for a handshake. “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” she said, accepting JW’s slightly damp hand into her own, “Please, come inside, won’t you? I’m almost finished getting ready.” Without waiting for an answer, she turned to make her way back inside the house while keeping a grip on JW’s appendage.

Not that JW would’ve turned Elma down anyway. If she had asked him to be her dog, he would’ve rolled over and barked at her beck and call. Entering her well-manicured apartment, he was instantly blown away by how spotless and trending everything was. All the furniture matched the tan-colored walls and soft, beige carpet, creating a relaxing environment. It was certainly a far cry from his drab studio, which had not been thoroughly cleaned since he moved in.

“Kick your shoes off at the door, please. Would you like a cup of tea while you wait?” said Elma, shutting the door behind JW and locking it tight. Once again, she didn’t wait for an answer, making a B-line directly toward the kitchen.

Obeying Elma’s request, JW, quickly slid his tennis shoes off without untying them and parked himself down on the plush couch. “Um…sure. Thank you,” he said, not really being much of a tea person but far too nervous to turn down her offer. As he waited for Elma to return with his teacup, he glanced around her living room, admiring the small bits of personality hidden within her decor. From the abstract painting of a child playing with blocks to the music box with a cutely-dressed ceramic infant on top, she clearly had a thing for baby imagery. Based on the fact that she was getting into her 30s, it was clear to him that she must’ve been eager to settle down. This thought caused him to snicker as he mumbled under his breath, “Guess all those asshole dudebros didn’t work out, so she’s finally giving a nice guy a try.”

After a couple of minutes of tapping his finger on the armrest of the couch before transitioning to tapping his finger on the touch screen of his phone, Elma finally returned with a fine china tea cup on a small serving platter in hand. “Here you are! You go ahead and drink up. I’ll be ready in a jiffy,” she said, gently handing the cup and saucer to JW. After the handoff, she proceeded to watch JW for a moment, waiting for him to take his first sip.

Feeling the pressure of Elma’s eyes on him, JW lifted the cup to his mouth and took in a small sip. Pleasantly, the tea was the perfect temperature, not too warm and not too cold. That was nothing compared to the flavor, which danced on his tongue in a mixture of fruity and leafy undertones. “Mmmm! It’s delicious,” he said before tipping the cup back for another, much larger gulp.

Pleased by JW’s enjoyment of the tea, Elma turned to leave, watching him in the corner of her eye as he chugged down the contents of the teacup. She had anticipated him to take longer to finish his cup. However, since he was so unrefined as to slurp down the entire cup in one fell swoop, she supposed she might as well get started. “Tell me, JW…” she said in a far less sweet tone as she slowly turned around to face JW again from the other side of the room, a looming shadow shrouding her face in darkness, “...Is that really what you’re planning to wear on our date?”

Polishing off the last of his tea, JW coughed as Elma’s question caught him off-guard. Surely the kind-sounding woman who had treated him so nicely up to this point didn’t just say something so pointed. Unfortunately, as he looked up from his cup, any doubts he had were laid to rest by her stoic expression. “I-I…um…” he stuttered, a knot welling up in the pit of his stomach. He wasn’t really one for confrontation, so hearing Elma be so directly disappointed in his appearance hit him hard.

“‘I’ and ‘Um’? Is that really all you have to say for yourself?” asked Elma, strutting back across the living room until she towered over a still-seated JW, “I cannot fathom why you assumed a t-shirt and blue jeans were acceptable attire for a dinner date. If this relationship is going to work, I expect the same level of output from you that I put in. Understand?”

Scared by Elma’s sudden turn-face-heel, JW nodded quickly. While he partially began to notice why someone as beautiful as Elma was still single, his desperation for her voluptuous body led him to hope this would only be a minor speed bump in what would surely be a long and loving relationship. “If you g-give me twenty minutes, I can go home and change,” he said, praying that he remembered to wash his good button-up in the last load of laundry.

“And waste my time? Funny!” responded Elma, shaking her head in disapproval, “A bunch of my brother’s clothes are still here. Strip and I’ll fetch you something more fitting for a date with someone like me.” She punctuated her sentence by folding her arms across her bodacious chest.

Nodding meekly for a second time, JW was honestly a little relieved that he wouldn’t have to rush all the way home, though he was also nervous about letting a girl he’d just met dress him. As hesitant as he was, he wasn’t about to risk having her turn him away. “F-Fine. Can you show me to a bathroom or spare room to change?” he asked, still clutching the teacup between his fingers.

“Ha! And give you the chance to rifle through my stuff? Fat chance,” said Elma, glaring holes through JW’s skull, “No, you’ll strip right here, right now, or the date is off.”

Cowering in his seat, JW was so intimidated by Elma that he could faint. As frightening as she was in her present state, he couldn’t help but find himself aroused by how dominant she was. The conflict in his brain threatened to give him whiplash. Reluctantly, he climbed to his feet and began to lift his shirt over his head, too committed to his date with a bombshell to refuse at this point. However, as he removed his orange top and showed off his slender, scrawny physique, he remembered which pair of underwear he had chosen to wear that day, causing him to blush at the thought of showing them to Elma. “P-Please, can I have some privacy for the next part?” he pleaded, hoping for an ounce of mercy from his date.

“Nope! Pants down now, lover boy,” said Elma, showing no leniency toward JW. With how close she was to getting him undressed, he was nearly to the point of no return. All she had to do was push him a little further to seal the deal.

With shaky hands, JW reached down for the front button of his pants, not certain he had the emotional strength to see this through. His face was beet red with humiliation and he hadn’t even lowered his jeans yet. In the back of his mind, he knew if he let her see what he was wearing under his pants that any shot of a long-term romance with Elma would be dead and gone. Taking a deep breath, he readied himself to stand up to his date, “I can’t. I’ll wear whatever you want me to. Just don’t make me do this.”

Rolling her eyes, Elma closed the gap between her and JW as she reached down and placed her hands on the waistband of his jeans. “If you’re not going to do it, I’ll just have to do it for you,” she said starkly as she yanked JW’s pants down with enough force to strip him in one go. Now that his jeans were around his ankles, her eyes went wide as she finally figured out why he’d been so resistant, “HAHAHA! Are those…tighty whities?!”

Sure enough, stretched around JW’s waist was a pair of fresh tighty whities, their newly-purchased status on display due to the lack of loose threads and laundry stains. Adding to his embarrassment was his less-than-flaccid cock, which pulsed against the fabric of his undies. A small dot of precum accentuated the tip of his penis, letting Elma know exactly what he thought of her.

“Oh my Goddess! This is just too much,” said Elma, keeping a tight grip on JW’s pants so that he couldn’t scurry away. Positioning herself so she could free up a hand, she reached across his unshaven thighs and lightly flicked the girth of JW’s little JW, “Is that all the harder it can get? I take it JW must stand for Junior Wiener. No wonder you’re wearing tighty whities! Grade-school undies for a grade-school-sized cock.”

Unable to stomp his legs free from Elma’s hold, JW could do nothing more to hide from his shame than cover his face with one hand while meekly pushing Elma’s hand away with the other. “Y-You don’t have to be a b-bitch about it,” he mumbled angrily through gritted teeth with his damaged pride. As someone who didn’t have a ton of confidence in his four-inch weapon, this was by far the most devastating night of his life, “Just let me p-pull my pants up and I’ll get out of your hair.”

While JW may have wanted a hasty retreat, Elma wasn’t about to let him off so easily. As JW tried to shuffle away again, she thrust the bunched pants upward, stripping them off of JW’s legs and causing him to fall back onto the couch. He wasn’t allowed to settle in for too long, though, as she proceeded to wrap her fingers around the hem of JW’s underwear and pull him back into a standing position. “Oh, you’re not going anywhere, Junior,” she said, bluntly declaring her new nickname for her newest pet. Adding a bit of force to her statement, she shifted her hand to the rear of JW’s undies and tugged them upward, giving him the mother of all wedgies.

“AHHHHHHHHH! S-STAWP IT! LEMME GO!” screamed JW as he was practically lifted off of his feet by his underwear alone. Tragically, his cries fall on deaf ears with Elma showing an ounce of empathy toward her date-to-be. He could practically feel threads popping loose as his body weight worked against him. It was only then that he realized just how much weaker he was than Elma. Her height was one thing but now that she was holding him up, it was plain as day that this woman could easily carry him by one arm if she wanted; a thought that buried his soul in fear.

Shaking her head at JW’s pitiful attempt to claw himself away from her grasp, Elma decided it was time to call it. “I think it’s safe to say that date is officially off now. I’m looking for a man, not some oafish boy,” she said, pulling him up higher so that his feet were officially dangling in mid-air, “Now, you’ve wasted my time. I put a lot of work into getting ready for tonight and turned down quite a few dates when I accepted yours. So, I expect an apology, Junior!”

“I-I-I’m sorry!” cried JW, tears streaming down his cheeks as he pleaded for forgiveness. Between the brute force of the wedgie and the power behind Elma’s voice, everything was so overwhelming. Unfortunately, the pain from having his undies pulled up for so long had caused him to miss the pings of pain resonating from his bladder. Lost in a haze of humiliation and terror, he helplessly began to wet himself; warm, yellow streams trickling down his legs and dripping onto the carpet.

Elma’s hands stopped fighting against JW’s resistance as an evil smile curled across her lips. Not wanting to give herself away, she quickly suppressed her wicked intentions and instead feigned shock and ignorance. “Are you…fucking kidding me?” she said in a tone of voice that was much too calm given the unfolding events.

From JW’s perspective though, Elma’s calmness only made her words more menacing. As soon as he realized what was happening, his hands rushed to cover his crotch, as if applying external pressure would cause him to stop peeing. His attempts to stem the flow failed spectacularly with the pungent, yellow liquid pooling beneath his socks.

“I don’t know who mothered you but that clearly failed,” said Elma, leaning in so her face was only pinky’s length away from JW’s. In one, swift jerking motion, she stretched JW’s tighty whities to the limit, listening to the cacophonous crackling of fabric beginning to tear all the while, “I think it’s about time someone started over with you.”

*RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP!*

Collapsing onto the floor where a pool of his own piss had gathered, it had only taken a few minutes of being in Elma’s townhome for JW to turn into a shell of his former self. Lines of snot and drool bubbled down his face, accenting his uncontrollable tears. Tilting his head toward the floor like a dog who knows they’re in trouble, he couldn’t bear to look up and see Elma waving his tattered, yellow-stained undies over his head. He wanted to run away and never look back but sadly, given that the last scrap of clothing he had on was mercilessly ripped away, he was now stuck under Elma’s thumb until she either dressed him or kicked him out; the latter of which he prayed happened after the former.

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The warmth of the shower felt nice on JW’s raw skin. After falling into a puddle of his own urine, he supposed he should be grateful to Elma for letting him clean himself up, though part of him assumed she only did it to keep him from tracking any more pee around the house. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he cracked the bathroom door open and sheepishly called out, “H-Hey Elma, I’m all done.” “Okay, I’m just picking out stuff for you to wear. Come join me in the room at the end of the hall,” responded Elma, no longer sounding nearly as agitated.

Stepping out of the bathroom, JW peeked into the living room, finding several damp towels placed along the floor. Seeing the aftermath of his accident caused his face to flush instantly. He quickly looked away and B-lined straight for the door at the end of the short hall, hoping that Elma would have the carnage cleared while he got dressed.

As JW entered the room, he expected to find Elma’s bedroom, guest room, or maybe even a home office. What he didn’t expect was for the scent of baby powder to assault his nostrils as soon as he broke the plane into the room. To his surprise, all around him was a meticulously organized nursery done up in soft, pastel colors. It had everything one would expect to see in a baby room, from furnishings such as a changing table, a crib, and a large diaper pail, to a wide selection of toys and baby outfits that would make any infant feel like the luckiest kid in the world.

Why all of this was in such an attractive woman’s house was beyond JW. The first assumption that came to his head was that she must’ve had a kid, which might explain why she was still single this late in her life. However, that theory was thrown out the window as, upon taking a more critical look, he noticed that all of the furnishings were much too large for any baby to interact with. Maybe it was a daycare service? Or perhaps her kid was special needs? Before JW could settle on an answer in his brain, Elma emerged from the closet with a bright orange piece of fabric folded neatly in her hands. “Go ahead and throw this on,” she said, offering the clothing to JW.

Due to the fact that the cloth in his hand was the same color as the shirt he’d shown up in, JW’s brain instantly connected the dots, leading him to assume what he was holding was his own t-shirt. This theory was quickly debunked, though, thanks to the difference in fabric type. Intrigued, he unfurled the folded attire, watching as it rolled past his belly and stopped just above his crotch. Only, unlike a normal shirt, this one seemed to curve back inward at the bottom…and had a set of three buttons lining the bottom hem… “Um, excuse me but I think you gave me a…a onesie?”

“It’s not a mistake,” said Elma nonchalantly, as if nothing was out of place, “Now, hurry up and get it on, but don’t touch the snaps.”

Blushing slightly, JW’s mind refused to believe that Elma actually intended for him to wear such a getup. He chuckled nervously, deciding to play off how mortifying her little prank was. “Haha, very funny. Look, I said I was sorry about the carpet and I promise I’ll pay for a cleaner but this is honestly a pretty tasteless joke,” he said, setting the onesie aside.

Stomping across the nursery, Elma was done with JW’s insolence. She whisked his towel away and grabbed him by the ear and forced him in close. “I don’t think you realized what’s happening here, so let me spell it out for you,” she said, causing his waterworks to slowly reactivate, “I said hurry up and get it on, and do not touch the snaps. Now, are you going to listen, or am I dragging you out of my house butt naked?”

With his lip quivering, a shaken JW picked the onesie back up and began to fit it over his head. It was surprisingly more snug than he thought when initially presented with the outfit, hugging his torso as he shifted the stretchy fabric across his body.

“There, doesn’t that feel much safer and cozier,” said Elma, patting JW’s hair as she took him by the arm and led him to the changing table, “Hop on up so I can finish changing you.”

Taking a step back, JW instinctually shook his head no, well aware of what Elma’s intentions were. “Nononono, you can’t be…s-serious…” he said, his voice trailing off as he looked into Elma’s eyes, only to see how deadly serious she really was. With his digits still clasped within hers, he allowed himself to be guided back to the changing table, where Elma placed her hands on his hips and lifted his butt onto the table. The cool, padded surface of the table caused him to wince ever so slightly.

“See, not so scary, right?” said Elma, her condescending, motherly voice beginning to leak through the cracks of her facade as she placed a diaper flat on the changing table, “I’m going to lay you back now. Try to keep still until I finish, and I’ll make sure you get a lovely reward.”

By this point, JW was locked in place by sheer panic, too afraid to run while also dreading what was to come if he stayed. Losing every ounce of his autonomy with each passing second, he mindlessly allowed Elma to rotate him and lay him back gently, prompting her to slide the diaper under his butt. He felt the air leave his lungs as the plastic surface of the diaper crinkled as he was stationed atop it.

“Breathe, baby boy. I promise it’ll be over before you know it. I am a professional, after all,” said Elma, as she began lathering up his diaper area with lotion, making sure to save his twig and berries for last, “Look at it! It’s even more shriveled up than before! A penis so small it was practically made for diapers.” She giggled, watching the redness pile onto JW’s cheeks from the corner of her eyes. Setting the lotion aside, she grabbed the bottle of baby powder from the changing table’s shelf and made it snow all over her new newborn’s pelvic region.

As the diaper was folded up between his legs, JW felt the last gasp of his material adulthood vanish in thin air as his babyish wardrobe was now complete. He barely recognized himself as he looked down and watched Elma press the onesie’s buttons into place.

Rounding out his ensemble, Elma hoisted a pair of locking, silk mittens and booties onto him, adding to his defenseless dependency. She also popped a pacifier in his mouth, silencing any future protests that might arise. “There we go! Properly dressed and ready for a night in with Mother Elma,” she said as she lifted JW into her arms and held his head close to her chest, “Also, I’d better not see that that paci leave your lips without permission, or else there’ll be consequences. Understand?”

Snuggled up in Elma’s arms, JW nodded compliantly as he fought against the parts of his psyche that gained any sort of enjoyment from this. Sure, being so close to Elma’s enormous E-cups was a blessing for any man but not at the cost of his adulthood! Waking himself from the hypnotic magnetism of

gargantuan gazongas, he worked up the courage to ask a single question from around the nipple of his binky, “C-Can I go home now?”

Approaching their destination, Elma held onto her answer for a little longer, waiting until the perfect moment. She planted a kiss on the tip of his nose as she grabbed onto the pair of straps hanging down from the ceiling and pulled them open wide enough for JW’s legs to slip through. With JW in place, she let him drop into the harness, landing with an adorable *pomf* as his butt slotted in Elma’s adult-sized baby bouncer that was high enough to keep him from ever getting a solid footing.

Before JW could even react to his new surroundings, Elma took hold of both his hands and connected the mittens he was wearing to a chain that was elaborately hung over the bouncer, fixing his arms into a more permanent position. It hadn’t taken nearly as long as she thought it would but the hard part was officially over. With JW locked up in the bouncer with no hope of escaping on his own, things were about to get a lot more fun, especially once her friends arrived.

*KNOCK KNOCK!*

Speaking of the devil, Elma’s mischievous grin returned. “I wonder who that could be. Wait, right here, Junior. Mother Elma will be right back,” she said, skipping to the nursery entrance and making her way toward the front door.

Left alone bobbing up and down, JW could hear the door creak open, followed by a muddle of female voices chattering, though he couldn’t make out who else was talking or what they were conversing about. He considered momentarily threatening to call the cops once Elma came back but decided against it, worried she might retaliate. Closing his eyes, he wished to whoever might be listening for this nightmare to be over, praying that whoever was at the door didn’t get invited back to see him. Sadly, hearing multiple footsteps and voices moving through the hall, he had a feeling that prayer wasn’t going to be answered.

“OMG! You really did a number on him Elma!”

“Yeah, even though it all went to plan, I can’t believe he turned out so perfectly.”

JW didn’t even have to look at who had entered the nursery to know who it was. Those two voices were so burned into his memory that there was no way he could forget. Angling his head toward the door, he confirmed what he already knew. Standing in the doorway with eager expressions were Hannah, his most recent ex-girlfriend, and Kaley, his very first relationship. Confused, horrified, and embarrassed to high heaven, his mouth went slack, resulting in his pacifier dropping to the floor.

TO BE CONTINUED…

PART 2

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Shift Pt 3 - Kozume Kenma

Au: Regular (timeskip)

Tags/Warnings: Dual POV, use of a pseudonym (username: ForestFire) instead of (Y/N) in most cases, swearing.

Word Count:2.3k

Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3 | Pt 4

“No way.”

Uvo groaned at Kodzuken’s response. “You don’t have to stay long if you don’t want to, Kenma. But, It would be great if you came. Solarii doesn’t get to celebrate her birthday often.”

“Doesn’t sound like my cup of tea.”

“But talking with strangers online is?”

Kenma sat silently, but the clicking of his keyboard could be heard through the phone.

“Okay, look. There’s going to be maybe 12 people there, max. And only a bit of it will be filled. You can avoid the camera if you’d prefer. We just want you there.”

Kenma remained silent, thinking over the possibilities of what could happen. Likely, he ends up tucked away in the corner, trying to call for Solarii’s dog to keep him company or play video games on his phone. The latter of which seemed a bit more enjoyable.

“We’ll be playing Mario Kart and other stuff!” Uvo sang in a final attempt to sway Kenma’s mind.

“Who’s gonna be there?”

“Uh, well, Solarii, of course, me, Forest—”

“I’m in. Send me the details.”

“Aweso—”

Kenma hung up, going back to his game.

As Uvo gathered everyone and everything for Solarii’s birthday, you were tasked with distracting her for the morning until you got the okay text to bring her back to her apartment. After a full day of streaming, so she could take the day off, she was desperate just to go home and relax.

You tugged at her wrist, dragging her behind you while she slouched, long black hair hanging like curtains in front of her face. “I’ll buy you a dress, candy, cute cat ears or something, please! Just spend an hour with me!”

She let out a tired laugh, standing straight so that she could rest her forehead on your shoulder. “Can we just sit down and eat fries or something?”

“Fine,” you sighed. “I’ll get you all the fries you could dream of!”

“It's so early. How are you so loud?”

“It’s mid-day.”

“Early,” she groaned, letting you drag her to the mall’s dining hall, where she sat, head flat against a table with her eyes closed while you got the fries.

With the moment to yourself, you checked your phone.

You huffed, heat blooming in your lungs as if you could breathe fire. Uvo and, by association, Solarii were great socialisers. Making friends and lasting connections everywhere they went. Including Kenma.

You weaved through the crowds of people to return to the table where Solarii looked like she was napping, but at the sound of your chair, she perked up. Immediately jumping on the bag you placed on the table.

She practically moaned the moment she got a bite.

"You're in public, Sol."

"You brought me here. Deal with it."

Your phone buzzed in your pocket, leading you to quickly pull it out and check out the text from Uvo.

<Ken's here!>

"What's that?" Solarii tried to peek over the top of your phone.

You scramble, forcing your phone back into your pocket. "Nothing!"

"Can't fool me. What was it?"

"Nothing! I promise!"

"Liar, you're lying to me!" She lifts herself up, trying to reach over the table to get in your pocket will her greased fingers.

"Fine! Fine, stop it!" Your mind races for something to fill the lie. "It's just a stream notification."

She glances you up and down with a sparse eyebrow raised. "For who?"

"Kodzuken."

While they knew each other, you were confident Sol didn't keep track of Ken's streaming schedule.

"You still have his notifications on? Wow, you must really like him."

You groaned internally, wishing you had watched anybody else in college. It had truthfully been months since you last managed to attend one of his live streams, since before you blew up on the platform in your own right. And between streaming and voice acting, there just wasn't the time to catch up with anything that wasn't just short videos.

"I find him calming." You squeezed out.

"Really." She smirked, "is that all?"

"Please, don't do this to me."

"Do what?"

"Try and get out every little embarrassing detail of my… infatuation with Kodzuken."

"So you admit it!"

"No!"

"You just said 'infatuation'. You like him!"

"Who doesn't?"

"A sane person."

"What does that mean‽"

While you had managed to get Solarii both awake and distracted. The consequences left your temperature running higher than normal. Every word from her lips seemed to be delicately created just to torment you.

"Look. I don't have a crush on Ken, I hardly know him! His videos and streams were a great comfort to me in school, so I appreciate him."

"I'm still stuck on the comfort thing. He's kind of a gremlin."

You were happy to leave the mall when Uvo finally texted and eagerly gathered Sol's languid body to your car.

Kenma had already found himself playing with Solarii’s dog before the party even started. While everybody either put food in bowls and plates or hooked up the tv for them to play games, Uvo intermittently filmed the progress until sending a text.

You weren't there, though, apparently keeping Sol busy.

Kenmas hands pushed through the small dog's fur, scratching the creature the same way he did cats, which she seemed to tolerate, while occasionally barking at X when he walked by.

With two people not currently in the room, Kenma already felt cramped, content with letting the little fur ball keep him company until he felt the need to move.

"They're here!" Uvo shouted from the kitchen, grabbing the cake to bring to the apartment's entryway. Tawny followed with candles and a lighter.

Picking the dog up, Kenma walked over, standing at the back of the crowd as everyone waited to surprise Sol. Everyone screamed as the door unlocked. But Kenma's attention immediately caught your startled face over Sol's shoulder.

The chanting around him seemed to disappear as if the crowd had vanished, leaving him in the middle of the room. His vision tunnelled, vignetting around your face. Everything seemed to stop as if he were there to greet you when you came home.

You let out a loud laugh, shaking Sol's shoulders to encourage her while she blew out the candles, which led the dog in his arms to bark. Kenma glared, the loud sound being sharp in his ears. The crowd moved to the kitchen, leaving Kenma with the small canine to stew.

He glanced away from you toward the TV, nodding to himself.

You eagerly ate the collection of cake, chips, and candy that was laid out on the kitchen counter before your eyes caught sight of Ken crouched in front of the TV, Fuwafuwa wagging her little tail by his feat. Maybe he was like a gremlin in a cute, unkempt and endearing way. His grown-out hair, which he had bleached in high school, had been trimmed but still had some blond ends that brushed against his shoulders. Wore a plain baggy shirt with his ever-recognisable high school track pants, which had holes in the knees and tattered threads along the bottom from petting and getting scratched by cats. His casual, almost lazy attire made you feel overdressed when you weren’t.

It was hard not to admire him in person, finally being in his presence instead of watching him on a 2D screen image.

Something hit your shoulder. Sol’s wrist, a plate of cake in hand, as she nodded for you to approach the quiet gamer. You pinched your brows, shaking your head fervently, but Sol dropped the plate with a slice of cake and a fork in your hand and pushed you before turning around to talk to Uvo, who had his camera in hand. Sighing, you greeted Fuwafuwa as she ran around your ankles while you approached and crouched next to Kenma.

“Hey, Ken.”

He gave you a sideways glance before crouching lower and searching through the collection of games on the tv stand’s shelf.

“Here’s your slice of cake,” you continue holding it out for him. He takes it and sets it on the coffee table behind him.

“Thanks.”

“What game are you looking for?”

“Mario Kart.”

Oh. “Hold on.” You step over Fuwafuwa and reach for the plastic box that’s tucked against the wall. Opening it up, Mario Kart is at the top, placed half haphazardly amongst the neatly stacked collection. “It goes in the box; otherwise, they won’t stop playing it.”

Kenma hummed, lips pinched together as he took the game from your hand. The tips of his fingers hit your knuckles, and he shuffles back, quickly slotting the game into the console.

At the sound of the game booting up, everyone gathers on the couch, leaving you and Kenma to sit on the floor. He grumbles, snatching a pair of pillows, and handing one to you.

“Thanks.”

“No problem. Let's just grab the controllers before they steal that too.” As he settled onto the pillow, Fuwfuwa jumped into his lap.

“She likes you.”

“I think she just doesn’t like how loud everyone else is.” They’re all yelling at each other while picking and choosing their karts and characters.

Reaching over, you give the dog a scratch around her ears.

“They’re competitive.”

Kenma hums and sets his kart up. Immediately earning a groan from X behind you.

“What’s up?” glance over your shoulder.

X drags a hand up his forehead and back against his buzzed hair. Before leaning forward, one hand squeezing your shoulder as his head appears between you and Kenma.

“Oh, dear Forest.” He emphasised his words by shaking your shoulder and pulling you close, so your cheeks shooshed against his. He whispered. “Kodzu here has a signature setup for Mario Kart. It’s not even considered the best set-up, but when he uses it, we’re all bound to lose.”

“Uh.” You glance at the screen, then Kenma, who leaned forward to glare at both you and X. “Truthfully, I don’t know much about Mario Kart.”

“Oh,” X sighed dramatically. “Well, your set-up happens to be nearly the complete opposite from his and since you don’t know how to play. Well,” X pushes his cheeks in closer to yours, nearly giving you an eccentric smooch. He sang, “Good luck,” before being dragged back by the collar of his shirt that Solarii had taken hold of.

Kenma shoots a glare at the buzzed-cut PvP gamer before turning back around.

The game starts.

Before you can realise what’s happening, you’re shifting your body with your character on the screen as if it’ll make it turn sharper and prevent you from falling off course. You lurch again, shoulder crashing into Kenma’s and you lose balance, staying there, and yet, your character falls off the map. Startled, Fuwafuwa runs off.

“How do you guys do this?” your head sags.

“By getting good, Little Sprout.” You huff at X’s response but he’s immediately knocked off the course. “Who just Blue Shelled me!”

Next to you, Ken chuckles, making you realise that you were still leaning against him and he had to notify X of the culprit.

“Oh, watch your back Ken! I’m getting my revenge!” you lean back as X trashes forward.

Every round, Kenma seemed to win, and X seemed to lose, only seconded to you, who kept falling off the Rainbow Road track.

“This is going to haunt me forever.”

Kenma gave you another glance from the corner of his eye, but you paid it no mind, instead choosing to get to your feet and grab something to eat from the kitchen.

You watched the rounds continue from a stool in the kitchen, munching on chips while everyone began to yell at each other.

“They’re loud.” Ken sighs, sitting on the stool next to you and lifting his knees up.

“It would probably be more fun for you if you had more of a challenge. You just kept beating everyone.”

“I didn’t beat you.” He hugged his knees to his chest.

“I came consistently in last place! You beat me every round!”

“That’s just because you don’t know the game. I never made you lose. I made X lose plenty.”

It didn’t really matter. You still lost every round, sabotaged or not. “Think that might actually be worse, I lost on my own merit instead of getting hit with anything… I’m just that bad.”

“You have other talents, I’m sure.”

You huffed, cheeks burning as you turned away to hide them.

There was a loud cheer, and finally, X had won a round. Kenma grumbles and gets to his feet.

“Where are you going?” you ask, chest aching at the sight of him walking away.

“To take X down a notch. He’s loud.”

Two days later, Kenma is still feeling the sting of your shoulder against his. It wouldn’t leave his mind, burnt into his skin and memory. He wanted to scrub it all off, but it wouldn’t leave. In the moment, at first, he was ready to win each game. Until he realised, you didn’t even know how to play. X, however, made it easy for him to be a target. But still the winning didn’t stick around in his mind like you did.

He glared at his phone screen, just scrolling through until he saw an image of a familiar scene. The footage of Solarii’s birthday had been posted, and people had already started posting about it. Including a screenshot of him and you in the background.

<They’re so cute together!!!> The caption said.

He tossed his phone aside and dragged his hands down his face. Hoping he could wake up with a clearer head.

Guess whos super tired? Me. I took a 3-hour nap while writing this…..nearly deleted everything on accident. -Bacon

Posted: 06/06/2023

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