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strniohoeee · 7 months

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Pairings: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader ⚠️SMUT⚠️

Synopsis: During a cabin get away a game of Never Have I ever leaves Y/N embarrassed. And a nice Matt is worried and in love🥹

Warnings⚠️: This is a 18+ story. It’s straight up smut okayyyy. Never have I ever being played, lose of virginity. Sweet cute lovey dovey sex. Madi is the “bad” guy but like I had no other girl to make it so it had to be her. No hate to her tho at all.

Song for the imagine: In my room- Chance Peña

⚠️THIS IS AN 18+ STORY SO MINORS DO NOT INTERACT BEYOND THIS POINT⚠️

The triplets had asked me if I wanted to join them on their trip up to the cabin up in Cape Cod, of course I agreed I would never miss a trip to the Cape, but slowly I was getting a little nervous wondering if they had asked any other girl up to the cape with them. I was relieved when I found out it was only Madi, she was my only girl friend I had. Most girls the triplets would be friends with never liked me, so it made it hard to have friends. I never really cared because most just wanted to fuck Chris or matt, and they were soon dropped which made me laugh.

We had just got to the Cape on a chilly Friday night, and we immediately ran into the house, getting a fire started, and choosing our rooms. I picked the room with one bed, while Nick bunked with Madi and Chris and Matt bunked together. I enjoyed being alone, but sometimes that loneliness felt like seclusion. Madi was their friend first, and introduced me to them so I was close with them, but not as close as she was.

Although she was close with Nick I always felt this vibe that she might’ve liked matt. And it hurt after a while when I started to catch feelings for Matt. He was always there for me, and me and him were always together, that is until Madi comes around then I seclude myself not wanting her to think I wanted Matt. Although they never had anything going on I always knew how she truly felt.I never told her because Matt would never go for a girl like me when Madi was far more gorgeous.

I settled into my room deciding to unpack a few things, and I decided to turn on my Roku tv and cast my Spotify to the screen so I could blast Olivia Rodrigo. As I was unpacking and jamming out Matt came into my room

“Yooo” he said as he threw himself on my bed

“Sup Matt” I said lowering the volume on the tv to hear what he has to say

“We ordered some wings and fries from that spot we drove by on the way down here” he said watching as I put my makeup on the dresser

“Oh nice I’m so hungry” I said looking a him

“Yeah Chris took Madi with him” he said looking down at his phone with a blank stare.

“Oh cool” I said not really caring to respond to that

“So I figured I come chill with you” he said locking his phone and looking at me

“Ouu glad I’m an afterthought” I told him jokingly rolling my eyes

“What no..you just always leave me when Madi comes over to me” he said closing his eyes pretending to sleep

I went to answer but we heard Nick call us down to come eat. We both ran downstairs and sat at the table beginning to eat. As we ate we joked and laughed. My eyes kept wandering over to Matt and seeing Madi looking at him and chatting with him made me a little sad. God I wish he could look at me that way was all I could think.

As I’m continuing to glance at them I see her touch his hand in a flirting way, and this immediately made me lose my appetite. I loudly slid back from the table grabbing my plate and standing up.

“Done already” Chris asks looking at everyone else still shoving food down their throat

“Uhh yeah I uh just got really full” I said looking down at my plate that had four wings and a few fries eaten. He looks at me a little confused and just nods his head

I decided to clean up my plate and drink some water in the kitchen watching them as they engaged in conversation.

“OH MY GOD GUYS!” Nick yells loudly

“It’s a cabin tradition! We have to play never have I ever” he said giggling like a schoolgirl.

“Nick…what are we 10” Matt says shaking his head

“Nah this will be fun” Chris said laughing as he wiped his fingers

After everyone finished dinner and cleaned up we all showered and changed and went back to the living room. Madi had Matt help her start up a fire in the fireplace again after the first one went out. While Chris was grabbing a Pepsi before heading over to the couch. Nick was already sitting on the couch waiting for the fire to start. I was the last to join because I could care less about playing never have I ever. I wasn’t too fond of playing a game that ended in people being embarrassed and exposed.

I grabbed a water bottle and headed over to the couch to sit next to Nick.

“The queen joined us” Nick said hugging me

“Oh I couldn’t miss playing this middle school game” I said giving him a sarcastic grin

“Hey! This’ll be fun” Madi said, smiling at me, and I smiled back. I could never be mean to her. She was my closest friend, but man when she was all over Matt I never wanted to look at her again.

I just smiled at her, a weak smile that I hoped she picked up on, but knowing her she didn’t

“Alright bitches who’s going first?” Madi asked

“I say Nick goes since this was his idea” I stated looking over at Nick giggling slightly.

To this he just rolled his eyes and mumbled a ‘fine’

“Alright, never have I ever shit my pants” he said laughing and we all just rolled our eyes. All of us putting a finger down.

“Never have I ever stood someone up” Chris asked, every finger went down but mine.

“Y’all are cruel” I said shaking my head, and to this they laughed shouting out little excuses

“Ouuu never have I ever farted in a public place’’ Matt said laughing, once again all our fingers went down as we died in laughter… “ouuu stinky” Chris said in a funny voice.

Two rounds later I saw Madi’s body shift, and I knew this shift meant intense questions were coming.

“Let’s spice it up. Never have I ever made out with an influencer of some sort at a party” Hers and Nicks finger went down

“Never have I ever got caught during ‘me time’ Chris asked. My finger was the only one to go down. My eyes bulged out in embarrassment.

“Explain” Madi said laughing at me

“Well I was about 17, and I thought I was alone in my house, but uh turns out my grandma heard some things” I said covering my face in embarrassment as everyone laughed.

“Never have I ever kissed someone” Matt said, and once again my finger was the only one that didn’t go down.

“Never have I ever messed around in your parents house” Nick asked, and not a shocker my finger was still up.

“Never have I ever given head” Madi asked. Are we shocked that my fingers are still up??

“Never have I ever gotten head” Chris asks, wiggling his eyebrows. To no surprise the finger is still up.

“Never have I ever given a hickey, '' Madi asks, and now I’m starting to think she's picking up on my lack of experience because her eyes are starting to twinkle with an idea.

“Never have I ever had sex” I keep my fingers up with a long sigh and an annoyed expression

“Never have I ever hooked up in a car” Now I’m just staring at the floor wanting to die.

“Never have I ever not done a single sexual thing” Madi asks laughing

“Alright now you're just being mean” I finally snapped looking at her with a hard glare

“WHAT?? I’m just messing around with you” she said still laughing

“Yeah embarrassing me is so funny” I said giving her a sarcastic smile

“I didn’t embarrass you…technically you did that yourself” she said looking down. I just scoffed and got up

“Goodnight! Glad I could be the center of the ring for you guys” I said grabbing my phone and my water and turning around

“Wait don’t go” Matt said sounding bad for me, I just shook my head and kept walking upstairs to my bedroom

3AM

It was now 3am, and everyone had called it a night by 10 because of how exhausted they were from the drive here.

However I was wide awake replaying the embarrassing event that occurred a few hours prior. I was so annoyed that Madi would say such a thing. She was supposed to be my best friend, and those weren’t the vibes I was getting. I decided to head downstairs to sit in the living room, and clear my mind.

I headed downstairs, and started a small fire in the fireplace, so I didn’t have to keep the lights on, and potentially wake one of them up; because I really wanted to be alone right now. I sat in front of the fireplace with a blanket wrapped around me. Just staring into the flames, and letting my thoughts run clearly. I felt a tear slip down my face as I felt all the embarrassment and shame wash over me.

Just sitting asking myself why. Why in the world would she ask those questions knowing my answer. I felt betrayed and like a fool. I shouldn’t be embarrassed of my lack of experience. I'm only 21. This is very normal, but I just hated how I felt, and I wanted to crawl into a dark hole and disappear. After wiping my tears and collecting myself I just stared into the fire letting the flames reflect off my brown eyes

Suddenly I heard a door creak open from upstairs, and feet shuffling. I was really hoping one of them were just going to the bathroom, so I can bask in my self hatred a little more. Unfortunately I heard the stairs creak loudly under the pressure of someone’s feet, but I refused to look over my shoulder.

I felt a presence next to me, and suddenly they sat down next to me, and only then did I finally look over, and to my surprise it was Matt looking into the fire. I watched the reflection of the flames make his icy blue eyes twinkle. When he decided to speak up “I don’t think you deserved that” was all he said still looking at the fire

“Thanks, but I’m used to being the embarrassed one” I said quietly

“Doesn’t matter. It was fucked up, and uncalled for. Plus she’s your best friend. I have no clue why she'd say such a thing. I’m not too sure what’s gotten into her lately” Matt said, looking over at me. This made me turn to look at him, giving him a small smile

“She likes you” was all I could say as I searched his eyes for an answer, or a glimpse of hope that they’d scream “i don’t like her” back at me

“Likes me?” He said with a confused look

“Yes Matt…you are so blind Madi is head over heels in love with you” I said in a nonchalant way

“She’s like my sister….I have never expressed any other feelings other than a family type of relationship with her” he said rubbing his eye

“Yeah well she might not have gotten that. Don’t you see the flirty looks, the flirty touches, the comments trying to embarrass me infront of you” I said looking him dead in the eyes

“Is this why you leave my side when she comes around?” He asked staring back into my eyes

“Well yes. I don’t want to be the punching bag, and I can’t stand watching her trying to get with you” I said slightly looking away from his gaze

“I would never get with her” he said almost laughing a little bit

“Why not? She’s gorgeous, long hair, beautiful face, thin, sweet, funny and nice” I said turning back to look at the fire

“This is crazy” he said still looking at you

“Is that all you took away from what the fuck I just said” Still not looking at him

“It’s crazy that even though she embarrassed you and always does you still have nothing but nice things to say about her” Matt said, waiting to see if I’d look at him

“Jesus Matt!” I said a little more loudly finally turning to look at him

“I’m sitting basically professing my love to you in such a vulnerable way, and all you can do is mention her” I said shaking my head

“Mentioning her? In case you haven’t noticed I’m mentioning you….haven't you seen all along?? The looks? The touches? Always running to you for opinions? Always looking for you? Always wanting to be near you? And all you did was run away from me every single time” he said looking hurt

“Didn’t you notice the captions on my instagram posts?? They would be finishing every sentence you would say. You pay attention to the little things, so I thought you’d catch on” He said shaking his head

Everytime Y/N would post on Instagram it was always a song lyric.

Y/N caption: she thinks it’s special

Matt’s caption: but it’s all reused

Y/N caption:Think I’ll miss you forever

Matt’s caption:Like the stars miss the sun

Y/N caption:I’m trying to be brave

Matt’s caption:Stop asking me to stay

And Y/N’s latest post even had some fans questioning what was really going on being her and the young boy.

Y/N caption:Just put your hand on the glass

Matt’s Caption:I’ll be there to pull you through

Their posts had been matching up for some time now, but neither of them would say a thing.

I just stared at Matt dumbly because I genuinely had not paid any attention to our captions. I couldn’t allow little small things to alter my brain, and make me think we had a chance

“Y/N you’re my everything. You have always been since the moment we shared a Twix after Chris stole mine. I saw how giving you were, and how you cared to everyone, and that made me fall head over heels in love with you” He said searching my eyes for an answer

“Matt you have been my everything since the moment you complimented my hair and makeup after Madi told me it was too much. Right in that moment it gave me so much hope you saw me differently” I told him looking back into his eyes

Without a warning he just pulled me in for a kiss. I have never kissed anyone before so I was shocked, but when I finally got the hang out I could feel butterflies all in my stomach, and the weight of 1,000 pounds being lifted off my chest.

“I have wanted to do that for so long” he said after pulling away, and all i could do was stay there starstruck and as red as a tomato

I just pulled him back in for a kiss, and this time it got more heated. I had wrapped us in the blanket when I started to lean back onto the floor as he started to hover over me.

“Wait I don’t want you to think I’m just doing this to do this” He said pulling away from the kiss

“I would never think that, and if I wanted to stop I would’ve” I told him shyly. He continues to kiss me slowly going down to my cheek, then my jawline, and then down to my neck. Peppering light kisses to my neck on both sides. This made me let out a few sighs as I ran my fingers through his hair.

“Matt, can you take my virginity?” I asked him bluntly. He pulled back and looked into my eyes once again searching for any sign of discomfort

“Are you sure?” He asked me looking down to my lips

“Yes Matt. This is all I’ve ever wanted” I told him shamelessly. He nodded and began to kiss my neck again. He decided to take her shirt off, and continued to make out with me while I got more comfortable.

“Matt, I want to take off my shirt,” I said, pushing him back a little bit. He nodded and let me remove my shirt. I was completely bare in front of him. This made me a little shy, and he took notice

“God Y/N you’re so gorgeous” he said as he went down kissing both boobs, and slowly taking one nipple into his mouth while he kneaded the other one. I let out a silent moan and ran my hands through his hair. This action alone was making me so aroused, and I was starting to ache with an undeniable want for Matt

“I have to stretch you out a bit before I can have sex with you” he said after pulling away from my breast, and running a hand down from the valley of my beast to my lower abdomen.

“Do whatever you want to me Matt” I said looking at him

“This might hurt, and you have to promise to be quiet. We don’t want to wake them up” he said, kissing my lips. I nodded and bit my lip

He slowly removed my pants, and then along my underwear followed.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous with the fireplace reflecting off your skin” he said feeling up on my body as he stared at me

“Matt please touch me I want you so bad” I said to him, and to this he nodded

He started to kiss my neck and the valley of my breast as he started to travel his hand down to my pussy. Collecting my arousal and spreading it around some more

“God you’re so wet” he said as he continued to rub, and all I could do was moan and whimper lowly for him

He pulled his fingers away and spat on them to lubricate them some more. He placed them back on my vagina and continued to rub my clit as my legs spread wider for him

Slowly he pushed his middle finger in. As it kept going in I felt the burn from the stretch of his finger. I had fingered myself before but this was a different stretch. Matt’s fingers were thicker and longer

My eyebrows furrowed in pain and pleasure as he got his finger all the way in. Slowly he started to go in and out pushing up against my G spot in a come here motion

“Fuck Matt” I whimpered lowly

“I know baby” he said, kissing my lips as he slid the second finger in. This one I felt the pain the most. I gasped loudly and bit down on my hand

“I’m sorry. It will go away pretty girl” he said pushing both fingers in again.

Matt was taking his time fingering me and stretching me for him. I told him I wanted to cum on his dick, so to not take the fingering too far

“You think you’re ready for all of me” he asked as he pulled his fingers out

“Yes Matt” i told him running my hands down from his chest to his bulge and giving it a light squeeze

Matt had removed his pajama bottoms and his underwear. He pumped his cock a few times, and then lightly spat on it to lubricate it some more. This made Y/N even more wet just watching this beauty of a man touch himself infront of her

“Okay baby this will hurt, but it will go away, and if it’s too much I’ll stop okay” Matt asked rubbing her cheek with his hand

“Okay Matt. I trust you I’m ready” she said as she held onto both his arms as he leaned over her.

He brought one hand down to guide his dick to her entrance. Slowly he pushed his tip in. Y/N let out a small cry in pain as this was a new stretch for her

“Fuck Matt this hurts” she said opening her eyes to look him in the eyes

“Do you want me to stop” he asked her, looking back at her. She shook her head no, and he slowly kept pushing himself into her while kissing her so he could silence her winces

At this point Matt was all the way in and was getting adjusted to Y/N. She nodded at him to let her know he could move

So Matt started slowly moving in and out of the girl. Allowing her to feel all of him as his dick hit her G spot

“Fuck Matt” she whined as he hit her g spot once more

“Shhh baby i know” he said breathing heavily

Matt was continuing his slow and steady strokes. He moved a little faster, but mostly he was focusing on slow deep thrusts to allow Y/N to feel the most pleasure. At this point Matt was sweating and breathing heavily. He really wanted to be a moaning whimpering mess for her, but he couldn’t risk waking anybody up. He snakes his hand down to her clit to allow her more pleasure so she could cum.

Y/N let out a loud moan and Matt quickly put his hand over her mouth to silence her, and to this she moaned again letting her eyes roll to the back of her head as he kept pounding into her and rubbing her clit

After 10 more minutes of deep strong thrusts Matt started to feel her clench around him, so he knew she was close.

“Matt I’m going to cum” she said looking up at him all fucked out. Hair sticking to her forehead and her body glistening with sweat

“I know baby. I know” Matt said rubbing her clit faster and thrusting deeper and harder

“Fuck Matt fuck fuck fuck” she said as she clenched down harder, and with this she came all over his cock. Her brows were furrowed together and her mouth was hung open as she let out silent screams. Her body was shaking and trembling, her thighs were shaking as she saw white flashes of ecstasy. She slowly came down from her high with heavy breathing and Matt pulled out. Stroking his own cock over her

“Can I?” He asked her as he was stroking harder

“Please Matt cum for me” she said to him, and that was all it took for his brows to furrow and his mouth to fall slack as his lower abdomen contracted, and he was painting her stomach with white hot strings of cum.

As he came down from his high his breathing was deep and shallow. He grabbed his shirt and wiped her stomach clean. Falling down to the left of her and allowing the blanket to cover them.

“God Y/N you’re so gorgeous I’m in love with you” Matt said as he looked down at her. Propped up on one arm as he looks into her eyes wiping the hair off her forehead

“Matt this was all I could ever ask for. I love you so much” she said weakly looking at him

“I love you too” he said, giving her a kiss on the lips.

She turned into his chest, and they eventually fell asleep together

8AM

Around 8AM Nick and Chris came downstairs and walked to the living room to see a sizzling out fireplace, and a naked Y/N and Matt sleeping together wrapped in a blanket. They both looked at one another wide eyed

“MATT WAKE UP” Chris said kicking Matt’s foot, and to this he jumped up to, also waking up Y/N

“OH SHIT” Y/N said covering herself with the blanket

“What the fuck happened here” Chris said

“Uhhh” Matt said looking over at me

“YALL WAS FUCKIN” Nick said trying to contain his excitement

“I fucking knew y’all liked each other” Chris said kind of jumping like a kid

“Although this is so cute and yall are so cute together. Please get up and put some clothes on” Nick said laughing

Chris went to grab Matt’s shirt when Matt interrupted him

“DONT touch that shirt” Matt kind of yelled

“Why not?” Chris asked scared and concerned

“It has my cum all over it” Matt said bluntly

“MATT!” Y/N said smacking him on the arm

“DUDE WTF” Chris said running away

“That’s actually disgusting” Nick said giggling like a little kid and kicking the shirt away

Matt and Y/N got up to get cleaned up and ready for the day, and finish the rest of their weekend get away.

The End

I think my next ones going to be a Nick with a female reader but it’s going to be a friendship imagine🥰🥹

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harmshake · 8 months

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🖤 Summary: Jimmy pulls up past midnight to blow your back out smoke you out... 🖤 Pairing: Reader (black fem) x Jimmy Uso 🖤 Warnings: 18+ only, language, NSFW, Jimmy Uso sm*t 🖤 Word count: ~2,300

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Jimmy wasn't your man but he wasn't just your friend either.

He was someone who would throw his arms around you and cover your face in kisses to make you smile. He was someone who could make you laugh so hard your cheeks hurt. He was someone who would probably always be in your heart, no matter how many months or miles came between you.

It had been like that for a couple of years now. Jimmy was your old buddy, your smoke buddy, and your fuck buddy if the mood was right—and it often felt right. Sometimes you thought you were in love with him, and other times he thought he was in love with you, but each time you both talked yourselves out of it.

You did love each other, but romance? Nah, it was just the good weed and really good sex that kept playing tricks on your hearts. Or at least that's what you told yourselves.

Regardless of the truth, neither of you let it stop you from linking up when he touched down in your city. You were usually his first stop before he checked into his hotel...if he even made it that far as most times he'd pass out in your bed after you were done with him.

You knew tonight would likely go down the same way when you saw your cell phone light up with a text from him.

I'm outside.

It was almost one a.m. and you were off work the next day. He told you he was, too, and that he'd swing by your place around this time. So you waited up, threw on a black, oversized hoodie over your pajamas, and slipped on your furry, pink slides to meet him parked at the curb in his rental red Corvette.

The chilly wind nipped at your bare legs and white-painted toes as you scuttled up to the passenger side and slid inside as fast as you could. You were immediately hugged by the cozy heat he had on blast, as well as the mellow Al B. Sure! song.

"Do you love me, please let me know, I can tell you. Don't hide the feeling, just let it show, I can tell you..."

You heard the bass thumping before you even opened the car door and now it thumped in your chest before he turned it down to a whisper to say, "Hey, girl."

His light brown skin gleamed under the soft moonlight, his long, silky black hair twisted into a dozen braids framed his handsome, bearded face. He was reclined in the driver's seat, looking damn good in his silver chain and white, cotton sweatsuit, and looking at you with his sweet, deep brown eyes before they crinkled from the big smile spreading on his face. It made your face feel warm as you smiled back.

"Hey, boy." You brought your knees to your chest and wrapped your arms around them to stay warm as you watched Jimmy reach into the little cubby next to the gear shift to retrieve a fat ass blunt and lime-green lighter.

He put it between his full lips and lit it, breathing out a plume of white smoke that bounced off the windshield before he passed it to you. As you pinched it between your pointer finger and thumb to take a hit, you locked eyes with him again and he grinned.

"Now you knew it was cold out hea when you came out the house in them little ass shorts...you was tryna look cute for me, huh?" Jimmy snickered, his eyes falling on your brown thighs. You felt a warm thrill shimmy through you as his gaze slowly crawled back up to yours—and when he licked his lips, you felt that thrill in your pussy. Damn, the weed was already hitting if that's all it took to make it purr for him.

You handed him back the blunt as you exhaled and you mumbled, "You comin' inside, anyway...and I look cuter naked."

The heady aromas of the dro and his slightly sage scent filled your nose and turned you on, but that was nothing new when he always came over looking yummy before he got you high on the good shit. You knew Jimmy was feeling it, too, from how he bit his lip after he said, "Hell yeah, you look good naked. Butchu look good right now..."

Your head was starting to lift into the clouds, but he sent you directly to cloud nine when he leaned over the center console and cupped your chin to put his lips to yours. Your heart pounded in your chest and between your thighs from his gentle touch, and from how slowly his warm lips moved on your lips before he carefully rolled his tongue on yours.

His kiss devoured you and you melted into him...and the way he slipped his big fingers around your throat to bring you deeper into him compelled a whimpering moan from you. The sexy Jodeci song softly crooning in the background as he made you weak in the knees didn't help, either.

"Do you understand it’s gotta be me and you? You know how I feel, I guess you feel the same too..."

His warm breath caressed your face as he moaned back, brushing his thumb along your jaw as he grasped your throat and whispered, "Come get on my lap..."

You shifted in your seat to eagerly follow his command, but then your eyes fluttered open as you remembered. Your lazy gaze adjusted on his beautiful one through the haze as you leaned back and reminded him, "We can't do this outside. My nosey ass neighbor might call the cops again."

The memory made you both burst out laughing as that was truly wild. That night made you feel like a horny teenager all over again, right down to riding Jimmy in his backseat and making the car shake before a flashlight shined in your face through the window. You were grateful the cop let you both off the hook when you explained it was your house and driveway his car was parked in.

"'Why donchu folks take eet inside, then?'" Jimmy impersonated the burly cop's rugged, Southern accent to a T and made you chuckle. "Psshhh, I couldn't believe that shit actually happened. Your neighbor was whack for that."

"And that's exactly why we goin' inside right now," you replied. He nodded with a smirk as he pushed the ignition to shut the car off. He followed you to your front door and up the stairs where your warm, dark bedroom was quietly waiting for you both.

You flipped on the lamp on your nightstand which provided just enough light to see Jimmy peeling off his sweater and pants to reveal his slightly hefty and toned body, his chain glistening on his tatted chest that you covered with your hands as you got on your tiptoes to kiss him.

It quickly grew hungrier, and sloppier, than the one you shared in his car, his tongue exploring your mouth as he tugged off your clothes until you were standing there naked as he draped his arms around you. Yet he still had on his red boxer briefs and you had to correct that...especially when you felt his hard dick poking your belly. "Get these off, sir," you ordered and softly bit his bottom lip.

"Yes, ma'am," Jimmy growled as he sucked on your top lip and yanked them down as you sat on the edge of the bed. The sight of his pretty, brown dick and balls swinging between his thighs as he stepped out of them made that warm thrill lick at you before you laced your fingers around it and licked at his mushroom-shaped tip.

You loved how that made him sigh, yet when you sucked on him, your tongue sweeping across his thick shaft that filled your mouth, his sigh deepened into a lusty groan, and you couldn't help but groan around his dick.

"Mmmn, shit...we gon' have to sixty-nine 'cause I wanna taste that pussy," Jimmy murmured through a moan before he sank his fingers into your coily hair to pluck your mouth off of him. You wanted him to taste it, hell, so you scooted over as he jumped onto your bed and hastily pulled you on top of his face with his hands on your waist.

His greedy ass made you giggle before you moaned, your hips grinding in little thrusts as he let you ride his long, warm tongue that traced all in between your soft folds and over your tender clit. It felt so damn good that you almost forgot you were holding his dick in your hand, simply stroking it instead of sucking it as you got caught up in his mouth. Jimmy didn't seem to mind as he was too focused on you, too, his soft mustache and beard smothered in you as he suckled on your sweet spot to make you cry out.

You finally leaned down to taste him again, moaning on him as you used your hands to continue your massage on him and his taut balls. "Fuck, baby..." he cried to you as you lazily swirled your tongue around his head, lapping up his precum. He was lapping at you, as well, that tongue still working on your clit and sending hot tremors up your spine each time he gently pulled it between his lips with an audible smacking noise that sounded as sexy as it felt.

And you let it pull you under, feeling too good from the weed and the way he munched on you with his fingers digging into your hips to resist cumming hard as your pussy throbbed and dripped onto his tongue. You thought you could catch your breath if you slid him out of your throat, but your moans still took your breath away—and Jimmy wasn't done making you scream yet.

"That's it, baby. Bounce on that dick. Don't stop." His demands fell from his lips as a few husky grunts that made your pussy grip it as you pounced up and down on him. You propped yourself up with your hands on his muscular thighs but he was still hitting deliciously deep, and you shouted to the ceiling that he made you stare at as he held you by your hair and yanked it back.

You were in a daze of heated bliss, your body warm and tingling as you fucked him and yourself into a stupor, feeling so high, so luscious, so harmonious with him that you seamlessly drifted from one position to another. You blinked and Jimmy had you on all fours as he slapped your ass with one big hand while the other pinned you down by the nape of your neck when you tried to run from his deep backshots. His soft laughter floated from behind you as he quietly moaned, "You do this every time. Stay still so I can make you cum, baby."

That's when he pushed the arch out of your back to make you lie flat on your stomach so he could cover you with his heat, wrapping his arm around your neck, extending the other one to the bed, and planting kisses on your face as he stroked slowly on your g-spot until your eyes rolled in your head.

"Jimmy...unnhhh, Jimmy," was all you could moan over and over as he dominated your senses...

His mouth stained with the flavor of your juices that he made you taste. His sagey cologne in your nostrils. His deep voice in your ear as he talked you through your climax. His chain stuck to your back, damn near hot to the touch from all this skin to skin. His thick dick nestled in you as you creamed on it.

And then he flipped you over so you could see his gorgeous face as it scrunched up in pleasure, his pink, pouty lips letting out sweet moans when he fondled his dick and came on your stomach. You loved the feel of every warm rope that landed on you...loved the feel of his hands on your thighs as he kissed them...loved the way he gazed at you. You just loved him.

Your heart fluttered at the epiphany dawning on you yet again. Ugh, dammit, you were in love him.

The thought lingered in your heart even after you both cleaned up and cuddled under your sheets, his big head resting on your bare chest and your fingers delicately skimming his scalp through his braids. You cherished how it made him purr like a cat and give you tummy kisses as he held you close to him. He yawned a few times as he got comfortable on you, and you smiled down at him before kissing his forehead.

"Do you wanna just...stay over? It's late," you asked in a hushed tone. When you checked your phone fifteen minutes ago, it was nearly three-thirty a.m. Besides, he knew as well as you did that it was too cold out and too warm in this bed to leave now...

"I was gonna ask but I didn't wanna be in your way," Jimmy grumbled sleepily. You had to laugh. The man had at least three makeshift outfits left behind in your closet from his previous visits, plus his favorite bar soap stashed in your bathroom.

"'In my way?' Hell, you done spent the night enough you might as well have a key."

"A key? You want me to move in? 'Cause I'll do it," he teased and tickled your tummy with his fingertips grazing over it.

"I ain't say all that." You sucked your teeth but grinned. "But it'll be cheaper than a hotel every time. You know I care 'bout your wallet."

"Well, I appreciate you," Jimmy replied before he leaned up to press his lips to yours for a quick kiss. "You know I love you, right?"

The way his mesmeric, brown eyes bored into yours as he declared that had your heart fluttering again as you said slowly, "Yeah...I love you, too."

He made you melt once again as he kissed you, yet his fingers still tickled your belly, forcing you to giggle and making him ask playfully, "What's funny?!"

"You," you goaded him. That made his gaze darken as he suddenly slipped his fingers lower and brushed them along your sensitive clit. A soft, surprised moan jumped out of you and now he giggled.

"Was that funny, too?" he goaded you back, fastening his eyes on you as his middle fingers gently delved between your lower lips still a little tender and gushy from how he beat it up earlier. He watched how his touch made you whine for him as he tapped at your clit...and when he gingerly pushed in his middle finger, he seemed to wait for you to moan again from how he caressed up on your g-spot before he inhaled the subtle sound with his kiss.

"Mmmn, you play too damn much, boy," you complained with another moan on his lips.

"But that's why you love me, girl," Jimmy breathed. You knew he was right and you adored the feel of his sexy smirk as he added softly, "And I love you, too."

Thanks for reading! 🖤

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seeingivy · 1 year

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fearless

satoru gojo x f!reader

in which satoru makes you a little more fearless

**part of my satoru as taylor swift songs series

an: no one will stop me from writing satoru one shots based on taylor swift songs. no one.

You watch the manager get in her car, waving her goodbye as you sit on the bench. You pull out your phone, shooting fast text messages to all of your friends. It was time for this godforsaken night to be over.

satoru. favor pls pls pls.

beg :P

i was on a date but i got stood up. i need a ride back home and shoko has night shift :0

alsoooo….the restaurant closed and i’m kinda standing alone in the rain :(

wtf. address. omw now.

faster. im freezing to death as you speak.

stfu.

You can feel the rain coming down harder as time goes on and you huddle under the wall of the building. You’re trying to avoid getting wet or contracting hypothermia in the twenty minutes it will take Satoru to get here.

The rain is…surprisingly refreshing. You can see puddles forming in the divots of the pavement, the glow of the sign overhead reflecting in them. The air smells clean, the streetlights making the entire road glow. If your date had actually showed up, it could make for a very special memory, like the Notebook or the Titanic. You could walk in the rain, hand in hand getting drenched and jumping in the puddles.

See. This was your problem. You curse your sweet little romantic heart in moments like this. It would kill you one day. The real world is not like your romance novels. Or your favorite movies. Or the songs you love to listen to.

In the real world, people don’t respond to your texts, they leave you stranded at a restaurant in the middle of a god damn monsoon. People don’t ask you on dates, or spill coffee on you in restaurants, or stay in love with you after years of dating.

You shake your head, dispelling the thoughts from your mind. You’re not going to think about that tonight.

You see a car pull into the parking lot and recognize it immediately. The black car has music blaring from it, the front bumper entirely gone. When you told Satoru he needed to get his driving under control since he’s driving two kids around all the time, all he said was “hot girls can’t park” in response.

Satoru smacks the door shut, an umbrella in his hand. You watch him run over, noting that he was in a fancier outfit than usual. He pulls you under the umbrella, the two of you standing closely underneath it.

“Well, there’s hardly a point for that now.” you say, looking up at the umbrella.

“You could have checked the weather forecast and kept an umbrella with you.”

“Victim blaming is a horrible look on you, Satoru Gojo.”

He laughs, rolling his eyes as he secures his arm around you, leading you back to the car.

“I’m glad to see your horrible night has done nothing to kill your attitude problem.”

You ignore the comment, ducking into the car. It’s nice and toasty, the heater being cranked to the highest setting. Satoru runs to the other side, jumping into the car as well. He backs out of the parking lot, the two of you heading home. The two of you drive in silence for some time, the only sound being Satoru’s music blasting from the stereo.

“So…you were on a date?”

“Well, he didn’t come. So no, I wasn’t on a date.”

“Shut up. You’re so annoying.”

You smile, putting your hands under your thighs to warm them.

“But actually. You’re dating again, Y/N?”

“Trying to. Figured it was time to get back out there and all.” you whisper, the car enveloping in silence again. Your head mulls over the events of the night again.

You got ready. You took out your nice curling iron, spent an hour on your makeup, and took out your best party dress. All to sit in the restaurant eating the free bread and eating dinner alone.

“Sometimes, I think I expect too much. I’m too shy to love for real.”

“What do you mean, Y/N?”

“I don’t know. I’m not making any sense.”

“Tell me what comes to mind. I’ll piece it together, yeah?”

You nod, feeling the blood pulsating in your neck.

“I just…want love so bad. The real kind. Like throwing pebbles at the window, stereo over your head, running to the airport, dancing in the rain, kind of love. But, I’d never really do that. I’m too scared to say I want that and too much of a coward to actually do it myself. I just wish someone would come around who wanted to do it all with me.”

Satoru is quiet, his hands still placed on the steering wheel. He doesn’t respond, his jaw clenched.

“Nevermind. I’m being silly, Satoru.”

At the sound of your dismissance, he stops the car, pulling it over on the side of the road. You turn your head, confused on why he was stopping in front of a Walgreens that was already closed.

“Satoru. Why are you stopping?”

He looks over, his eyes peering into yours. His hand reaches for the stereo, turning the volume all the way up. You’re about to protest but he jumps out of the car before you can. He’s standing outside in the pouring rain, getting drenched. You scoot over to his seat, rolling the window down to talk to him.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” you nearly scream, the sound of the rain and the wind obscenely loud.

“Get out of the car, Y/N!”

“It’s pouring. And my clothes will get wet.”

He leans over the side of the car, his veiny hands resting on the window you opened. You look down, the water tracking into the side of his car. You look back up, his eyes boring into yours. You’re unable to place the look in his eyes.

“Get out. I’m not asking. I want to dance with you, right here and right now.”

He pushes off the car and extends his hand out, the rain pouring down on him. His hair is a matted mess, his shirt sticking to his torso. Fuck it. You peel off your jacket before joining him in the rain.

The drops are cold against your bare shoulders, the curls you spent hours doing wilting in the rain. You put your hand in his and smile, the water dripping down both of your faces. He spins you around, holding you against his chest.

He hands you his phone, placing his head on your shoulder to look at the screen with you.

“Pick the song, peaches.”

You turn your head, his lips a few inches from yours.

“Peaches?”

“Your shampoo. It smells like peaches.”

You nod, turning back to scroll through his phone. You can feel his arms snaking around your waist, holding you tight against his back. You pick the first song you can find - Lover by Taylor Swift - and press the button.

You can hear the opening notes start to blare out of his car. Satoru snatches his phone back from your fingers and spins you back around to face him. His hands readjust to interlock with yours. The two of you take turns spinning each other around and swaying in the rain, the song whistling in the back. Satoru tries to dip you and horribly fails, the two of you nearly tumbling onto the pavement.

“Okay, maybe I’m not the best at dancing, but the thought is still there.”

You laugh, your cheeks sore from smiling so hard. You slow down your swaying and press yourself against Satoru, digging your face into the crook of his neck. You feel like your heart is about to burst. You could die right here, in Satoru Gojo’s arms. You feel him slow down at the contact, his hands pressing you even closer into him.

The two of you sway in silence, enveloped in each other's embrace for what feels like a long time, before you break apart to actually go home. You move first, murmuring how Tsumiki and Megumi were probably worried sick. He responds that they could care less but heads back to the car nonetheless.

You settle back into the car, the two of you tracking rain all over his seats. As he backs out, he interlocks his fingers with yours, squeezing your fingers twice before driving on. You lean your head against his shoulder, his minty smell overwhelming your nose.

When he pulls into your driveway, the two of you get out, the rain finally stopping. There are puddles in the pavement as you make your way up the driveway, you and Satoru stomping in them on your way up. You can’t tell if you’re trembling from the cold or from his hand in yours.

He stops at your porch, turning back over to face you.

“Did you want to come in? I can find a change of clothes.” you whisper, breaking the silence.

He shakes his head, grinning at you.

“Kids are waiting at home with Nanami. I’m sure he’s already pissed at how long I’ve been gone.”

You smile, nodding at his words. His hair is damp now, lying messily against the top of his forehead. You resist the urge to reach up and touch it.

You’re not sure what it is, maybe something in the air but…you want to kiss him. You want to kiss Satoru Gojo, right here right now. Drenched from the rain, freezing cold, on your dingy ass porch.

You ignore the shaking in your hands and swing your hands around his neck, your faces inches away from each other. You can see the hesitance in his eyes, the confusion at what you were doing.

You close your eyes and lean forward, sincerely hoping he won’t reject you. And just like you wished, he didn’t. His plush lips press against yours, his hands snaking around you to pull you closer. He tastes sweet, the mint you were smelling earlier present on his lips. He breaks apart, pressing soft kisses all over your face - the side of your cheek, the bridge of your nose, the top of your forehead.

You’re interrupted by Satoru’s phone ringing, Nanami’s contact flashing against the screen. Before Satoru can speak, you shake your head, telling him to head home. He presses another peck to your lips before leaving.

You lock the door behind you, flicking on the lights as you head up to your room. As you peel out of your soaked dress, you hear a light knocking against your window.

You look down to find Satoru in your lawn, throwing pebbles at your window. You swing it open, glaring down at him.

“You’re going to break my window, idiot.”

“You wanted this!”

“What are you doing?”

“Dancing in the rain, pebbles on your window, stereo of your head, running to the airport kind of love. I’m the person who wants to do it with you!”

You pause, taking in his words. You can feel your heart pounding against your chest, realizing what was happening. This idiot was going to be the death of you.

You throw a shirt on quickly and run back down the stairs, to where Satoru was still standing outside. When you reach him, you grab him by the end of his collar, pulling him down to kiss him again. He freezes at the contact at first before smiling against your mouth and returning your affections.

The two of you break apart, again, both of you laughing. He rests his forehead against yours, smiling down at you.

“God.”

“What, Satoru?”

“For someone who is supposedly a coward, you’re feeling bold today.”

You pause.

“It’s you. You make me fearless.”

You feel him take your face into his hands, his eyes filled with warmth as he looks down at you.

“Fearless enough to stand in your lawn with no pants on?”

You smack the side of his shoulder, before running back into your house. He joins you back at the door, reminding you that he won’t treat you to the best second date ever if you parade in front of your neighbors half naked again. You smack him one more time for good measure, before pressing a kiss to his cheek to say goodbye.

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ell-alexanderarnold · 8 months

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It Still Hurts

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐒𝐨 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝

Summary: It’s been about a year since Y/n and Trent stopped seeing each other. Trent hasn’t yet figured out how he feels about her but deep down he knows that he truly loves her. Y/n on the other hand is distracted and doesn’t think about Trent that much until she spots him on a night out.

Angst & Fluff

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, reader fainting, cursing

Note: I felt like the first part needed a part two so here it is! Spent long time writing this so I’ll hope you guys like it <3 Share your thoughts and feedback 🫶🏻

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It’s been a while since you found the letter Trent wrote to you, and you wanted to say that you were over him but in reality you still haven’t figured it out.

But you moved on pretty well, you don’t think of him as much as you used to do when you two stopped talking which you found good.

Then there was Lucas. You two started dating after you and Trent said goodbye, and you’ve been dating on and off but it’s something about him that you can’t let go off, and that’s why you’re still seeing him. He’s been a good distraction for you and you hate saying that but he has helped you forget Trent.

But he’s never going to be able to treat you like Trent did, or make love to you like Trent did. Trent knew you like an open book. Lucas doesn’t know as well as Trent did but he has his ways to please you.

You and Lucas didn’t do anything special when you hung out, which was why tonight you wanted to do something different.

“Hey Lucas” You started, he was focusing on the extremely boring romcom you were watching whilst playing with your hair.

“What’s up” He said and turned to face you.

“I was thinking if maybe we should go out tonight, you know dinner then we head to the club?” You asked and fiddled with your fingers. It wasn’t something different really, it was something you used to do when you and Lucas started dating. And it was something that kept your mind of off Trent.

“Sure, why not” He agreed and smiled at you, filling your stomach with butterflies.

You were still living 10 minutes away from Trent which makes you wonder if he’s thought about you when he walks past your apartment. You see him out walking his dogs sometimes and that makes you miss those walks around the neighbourhood when he was walking you home, taking his dogs with him.

You loved getting ready, your music was on full blast and you sang along to your favourite songs while doing your makeup. Lucas would wait for you to finish your outfit and hair whilst scrolling on his phone, it was boring but you didn’t expect him to sit there with you.

When you were done you put on your perfume, the one who drives Lucas mad when it hits his senses.

“You look so good Y/n” Lucas told you when you were about to leave.

“Thank you Lucas” You smiled and locked your door then gave him a quick peck on his cheek, making him blush.

You drove to the restaurant and held Lucas’ hand while driving. It felt special, because you hadn’t felt this way since you and Trent. You will never feel the same way about anyone else like you did with Trent and you know that. It was just nice to feel something about Lucas than to feel nothing at all.

You and Lucas ate dinner together and kept up your conversation, until he started to act nervous and you didn’t know what was up with him. It looked like he had something to say but couldn’t spit it out, which made you think a million thoughts at once.

“Y/n I need to ask you something” He finally said in the time between the waitress taking the finished plates.

“Go on” You pushed as the waitress walked away.

“I’ve been thinking a lot about asking if you would like to be my girlfriend…” He revealed.

You’d never thought he would ask, and it hit you that you’ve been seeing him for so long that it has gotten to this point. But you were not 100% sure how you felt about him, but you figured he’s grown to love you and you just took it all for granted. You did like him yes, but could you see him as your boyfriend?

“Lucas…” You nervously chuckled and you didn’t want to hurt him, but you couldn’t say yes. He’d may healed a part of you that was broken by Trent, but he didn’t convince you to love him. Deep inside you still loved Trent.

“I want to be completely honest with you. I don’t think I’m ready for a relationship right now” You mumbled and watched his smile fade.

“I understand” He sighed and forced a smile. You needed to get out of this situation even though it felt inescapable.

“Do you still want to go to that club?” You asked, not surprised if he wouldn’t go now that you turned him down.

“Of course” Lucas answered and you smirked at him then you left the restaurant.

The drive to the club was not long but extremely awkward. You didn’t know any more awkward situation you’ve ever been in your life. There was just the music playing and you sighing quietly, waiting urgently to taste the alcohol which was your escape this evening, you thought.

Once you entered the club you got to the bar with Lucas and he ordered two drinks for the two of you. It was fun being with him, especially when he was drunk which was maybe wrong but it was when you found him the most interesting.

You danced together, laughing and you got back all your feelings for him until they completely vanished infront of your eyes. The brown eyes, the button nose and those lips. He was there, you wanted to run, to get away as soon as possible but you lost control.

You kissed Lucas, was that the best way to escape? No, but it was definitely a way to avoid Trent for a minute. After that you got lost in the crowd of people, no sight of Lucas anywhere.

“Going out avoiding your problems as always, Y/n?” Someone said close to your ear, it was the familiar scouse accent and the perfume you were used to inhale when being close to him.

How is it that everywhere you go Trent is always finding some way back into your life?

You needed to get yourself a drink before you lost everything due your feelings being too overwhelming, seeing Trent after a whole year with feelings still lingering was too much.

You eventually got back on the floor after one shot, your throat was burning from the liquor. You found Lucas again and laid your arms around his neck, dancing to the music.

You let go of Lucas and Trent came up to you again.

“Y/n you’re dancing with a stranger” He observed and you started laughing, slurring some words that Trent didn’t pick up.

“He’s not a stranger” You laughed.

“He’s actually my boyfriend” You asserted, acting like you didn’t just say no to being Lucas girlfriend an hour ago.

Trent could feel his heart sink and he froze, just the way you did when you found out he was seeing somebody else.

You watched his face expression change, he looked rather angry than sad.

“What? Is it so unbelievable that someone could like me?” You blurted out through the loud music and suddenly your favourite song starts playing. Trent looks at you and knows that it is your song.

“Let me take you home tonight and we can fix everything that happened between us” Trent whispers in your ear, everything you want to hear and it sends shivers down your spine. He could see Lucas in the crowd, thinking it was best just to look but not touch you.

“I know that you’re with somebody new, so it feels wrong that I say things like that” He teased, referring to what he whispered to you and your drunk state wanted to get closer to him and you knew that if you were sober right now, you’d be running.

Lucas found you in the crowd, taking your arm as you stood beside Trent. He noticed that you were too drunk for anyone to have a conversation with you, knowing you would only say some gibberish.

But as soon as Lucas grabbed your arm your vision started to blur, the lights were flashing and you couldn’t process anything that was happening. You fainted and everything went black, the music faded and you felt someone picking you up from the floor.

“Trent…” You whimpered, then dozed off.

When you woke up you did recognised your surroundings. Thank God you was in your own bed and not at Trent’s. You were still in your dress from last night and you could see your smudged makeup on the sheets, not the best morning you’ve ever had.

You stood up and felt dizzy the second you got on your knees. There were noises coming from the kitchen, you weren’t alone. You were scared to open the door knowing Trent could possibly be there.

You opened the door to see Lucas pouring himself a cup of tea, you sighed in relief and made your way to the kitchen and grabbed some painkillers to help you with your headache.

“It’s bad isn’t it?” Lucas spoke up and you looked at him whilst you took a sip of your water.

“Could be worse” You answered and sat down by your sofa feeling like you could fall asleep again at any moment but one comment made you feel awake instantly.

“You still love him don’t you?” He scoffed and put his cup of tea down on the kitchen counter, and you was confused as he walked into your bedroom to grab his things.

“Lucas what are you talking about?” You asked as you stood up and followed him to your bedroom with a frown on your face.

“Trent, Y/n.” He fumed and stopped what he was doing to look at you.

“I saw you two the other night” Said Lucas.

“Lucas, that’s nothing!” You deflected and you also lied because it was true, Trent was too close to you and you both knew that.

“When you fainted you said his name, clearly you still have feelings for him” Lucas replied and closed his bag then went to the door.

You were lost for words, realising you’ve spent all this time with Lucas while your heart still haven’t let go of Trent, even if you thought it had.

“I’m sorry Lucas, I should’ve realised a long time ago” You whispered as he stood by your door, and you immediately felt déjà vu from when you and Trent stood exactly where you and Lucas stood, saying goodbye to each other. But this time was different, saying goodbye to Trent was one of the hardest decisions you’ve ever done. Lucas was a really good friend and almost boyfriend, but he didn’t capture your heart quite like Trent did and that’s the difference.

Lucas just forced a smile, like he always does when there’s been a conflict. You felt bad for him, but you couldn’t stay with him knowing your heart is still longing for another.

He left and you broke down in tears, not because he left but for what you know will happen. You promised yourself to not talk to him again, that failed. You promised yourself to not let him live rent free in your heart and that failed as well. You felt like you failed yourself, but you couldn’t control your feelings from him, they were inescapable.

You dried your tears on your cheeks and got up from the floor which you’ve been laying on for the past minutes crying, and went to your bathroom, noticing you were still wearing your dress.

You washed your makeup off and changed from your dress to your loungewear and put your hair up in a bun. You stood by the door deciding if you were going to continue living with all the questions about Trent and your relationship, or if you’re actually going to talk to him about it.

You grabbed your jacket and went out the door then started walking the familiar road to get to his place. You didn’t even check if he was home, but you didn’t care about that, you only cared talking about your feelings with him.

As you walked you saw someone approaching you, she looked familiar. She walked past you fast and smiled at you, then you recognised the perfume. The perfume which once gave you a big headache. It was her. It was the girl who Trent was with when he was supposed to meet up with you and how his hand were placed on her thigh. The image is still stuck in your head, you wanted to cry not because of the memory but for thinking if he’s still with her. Maybe she wasn’t even at his house, maybe she lives as close to him as you do.

You kept walking thinking if you should turn around and just leave him alone, but you were almost at his neighbourhood.

You waited to knock at his door, you were debating if you should do it or not. But you knocked, hoping that he’s not with a girl this time again…

You heard the door open, your heart was beating fast and you got eye contact with him. You tried not to get lost in his mesmerising brown eyes but you failed. Trent could see that your eyes were red from crying, which made him a little bit concerned.

“Hi ehm, can I come in?” You started.

“Yeah of course, are you alright Y/n?” Trent answered and you stepped inside and took off your jacket and shoes.

“Sorry to just show up unexpectedly, I just wanted to clear some things up with you” You apologised and Trent and you sat down by his dinner table, he was quiet which freaked you out but it was you who came to his house to speak about your feelings. Little did you know he also had things to say.

“First of all I want to say that I do not have a boyfriend. The guy you saw me kissing, we just ended things pretty recently” You revealed and Trent secretly got happy inside because he never wanted you to see you with somebody else but him. But he can’t deny his jealousy when he saw you kiss Lucas.

”Yeah I figured that” He said and you furrowed your brows in surprise.

“What makes you say that?” You wondered as Trent ran his hans over his face and exhaled.

”Well you fainted and said my name, I tried to take you home but that prick wouldn’t let me” He said, angrily because there was definitely something that happened whilst you passed out.

“You tried to take me home?” You implored and memories from the night flashed through your mind. How you and Trent were both so close to each other and out of the blue you remembered what he whispered to you.

“Not exactly I just-“ He declared until you remembered and cut him off.

“You asked me if you could take me home and we could fix everything that happened between us!” You exclaimed, surprised that you even could remember what he said to you when you were so far gone.

Trent chuckled, not because of what you said but because of your excitement, and the fact that his past lover was sitting opposite him remembering something that she never thought she could even remember.

“Yes Y/n that’s right” He stated as the two of you both felt like it was still the two of you, not together yet but slowly getting there. But in reality that wasn’t the case, there was a long way to go.

That hopeful feeling kind of drifted away, and you found yourself reminded why you even were at his house in the first place.

”You know I still think about you, Y/n” Trent sighed and you looked at him trying to believe him after you saw the other girl walk past you.

“I often wonder if there was something else I could have done to save us.” He whispered and that’s when a switch in you flipped. He did not just say that.

”Us? There was never no us Trent” You snapped and he said something under his breath then got up from the chair, fleeing from the situation like he always does.

“What are you gonna pretend that you weren’t seeing that other girl when we had a thing?” You challenged and he stopped and looked at you.

“Really? You wanna go there?” Trent huffed.

“Yes.” You continued.

“Alright.”

“You’re so naive, you don’t believe the only reason I want to be with you is because I love you” He added and went downstairs again, tears started fill your eyes - you two are back at it again.

“Are you kidding Trent?” You sniffled as he sat down by the couch with his head in his hands.

“I thought you were too busy to love me, you didn’t call me once nor send me a message when you were so called busy.” You explained as you cried, Trent was still with his head in his hands.

”I can’t believe you, you told me that you’d wait for me last year. Wait for what? For me to continue loving someone who doesn’t even want my love” You added and dried your tears off of your cheeks.

“I did wait for you though, look at me” He insisted and threw up his hands but you wasn’t having any of it.

“You can’t be serious.” You told him as he walked to pour himself a glass of alcohol.

“I am” He said as he poured the liquor.

“No. It was I who waited for you! You got bored because I loved you too much. Technically I was your fucking escape plan when things were going wrong with her” You slammed and Trent got caught off guard. He sipped on his liquor as you walked up to him facing his eyes.

“I didn’t even realise what I was to you.” You sobbed and let him put his arms around you. Trent held you and you cried even more, realising once you’re in his arms again, there’s no going back.

“Shh relax Y/n” He comforted and rubbed your back as you continued to cry into his chest. He caressed your hand and you lifted your head up to look at him.

“I’m sorry” Trent spoke up.

“You say that a lot” You confessed and faced your head down.

“I’m sorry no I mean-“ Trent repeated as you both started to laugh.

“But don’t tell me you’re sorry because you lost me the moment I saw you two together.” You mumbled and simply reminded Trent of the mistake he did. Although he apologised a million times, you were still hurt.

The hours went by and it was starting to get dark outside, you were thinking about walking home the entire time you was stuck with Trent, but there was no way out.

You both detangled some problems and conflicts from the past, but there was that one you haven’t told him about yet. You didn’t want to make a fuss again but how could it not turn into a major argument when you two discussed something.

You were preparing to sleep at his house for the first time in a long time. You didn’t know why you made the decision but the both of you didn’t want to be alone, it was pretty clear that you’re not over each other.

You slipped into his bed, wearing one of his t-shirt that was way too big for you but it was still working. It felt strange but still the feeling of sleeping next to him was familiar and felt like home to you.

But you had to break the ice.

“Bet you fucked her in the same sheets I’m about to sleep in” You started, he was just on his way to lay down in the bed, but he stopped in his tracks when he heard you say that.

“Don’t be like that.” He answered and turned his back on you to take off his shirt, exposing his broad shoulders.

He sat down against the headboard and you could sense that he glanced at you.

“What makes you say that Y/n?” He asked, sighing as you both just stopped shouting and arguing, not wanting to start all over again.

”Y/n?” He repeated after you gave him no answer.

“I saw her earlier” You mumbled.

“And?” Trent pushed and you sat upright, pulling the duvet over your legs.

”Oh come on Trent, what are the odds that I’m seeing her the night after we just met again?” You mocked and turned to face him, he gave you a look filled with despair.

”Did you see her right before I came here?” You challenged and he nodded, giving you all the answers you needed.

“Wait Y/n!” He said but his voice faded as soon as you got up from the bed, angry as you were, to go sleep in his guest room. You felt disgusted if he had fucked her in the same bed as you were about to sleep in, especially after you’ve just sorted things out with him.

Little did you know you were all wrong.

Trent stayed in his room after you stormed out, thinking there’s no use to fight now when it’s almost midnight. He couldn’t fall asleep and neither could you. He felt uneasy and knew that it’ll take a lot for you to believe him when he’s going to tell the truth.

He hated that he lost your trust after he lied to you last year, it makes you second guess everything he had said to you tonight. It still hurts for the both of you, but it was Trent’s fault. It’s always been his fault, his fault for not accepting your love, his fault for slowly letting you go while you so passionately loved him. But now at this point, it’s your fault for falling in love with him.

You were curled up in a ball in the guest bed, crying. You couldn’t fall asleep no matter how hard you tried, and it was the same for Trent.

He couldn’t resist it anymore, he needed to be in your presence.

Trent got up from his bed and walked towards the guest room, he got to the door and opened it slowly. He heard you crying softly and lied down beside you. You felt his warmth next to you and he crawled up closer to you and wrapped his arms around you. You cried even more when you felt his touch, and he couldn’t help but cry too when he saw what he’d done to you.

“I really do hate you” You sobbed and turned to face him in the dark, then burying your head into his chest and Trent felt your tears on his bare skin.

“I know baby, but try get some sleep now and we’ll talk in the morning okay?” He whispered, his voice almost cracking. He tried his best to not fall apart beside you, but he failed. You could hear him exhale sharply against your skin.

“Goodnight T” You whispered as you felt yourself getting closer to falling asleep.

You woke up, Trent and you laying entwined in each other's arms. He was breathing slowly and it made you feel like you could fall asleep again just to be close to him.

It was Sunday and a cold one too, you could see the foggy window behind the blinds.

Trent started moving and you noticed he was just about to wake up, so you closed your eyes and pretended to be asleep, just for fun.

You could hear him yawning then it was all quiet again. As your eyes were closed, you felt a soft peck on your cheek making you blush, oh how you have missed him. But hadn’t forgotten about last night, the small smile on your face disappeared.

You changed into your own clothes after sleeping in Trent’s shirt, it smelt like him and you wanted to keep it but that would make you want him even more.

Trent POV

Trent didn’t know if it was right to kiss her cheek, but he couldn’t hold himself back. Having Y/n in his presence after all these months makes him realise what a mistake he made. He has tried to not care, to move on but he can’t let her go. He’s tried for so long, but the thought of her never leave his mind and he knows that it will take a lot for Y/n to forgive him.

She was the only one who could lead him to love and now Trent wants her to know the truth about the other woman but she’ll never believe him, at least that’s what Trent thinks.

He could hear her humming walking down the stairs and he knew it was too early to speak about what he wanted to say because it’s now or never. Y/n could walk out of the front door at any moment.

When you got down the stairs you could see Trent standing in the kitchen, he turned around slowly to meet your eyes. Yours were red and puffy from last night’s mess.

You awkwardly nodded your head with your lips pouted and stood there, not knowing what to do. You wanted to leave, you felt like that was the best thing to do because you and Trent were done, or so you thought.

“Trent I’m going to leave now” You spoke and broke the silence as you waited for his response you made your way to the door before he uttered.

“Wait Y/n I still need to talk to you” He said and left the kitchen. You stopped in your tracks and let out a sigh, hoping this back and forth shit would be over now.

“I’m tired Trent” You bluntly said.

“Please just listen to what I have to say”

“I don’t want to lose you again” Trent added and you went to sit down by his couch. You wanted to laugh at him because of his audacity to say something like that when it was him himself who lost you.

“What you said last night wasn’t true, I haven’t fucked any girl in those sheets you were going to sleep in. I would never do that to you” He explained and you tried so hard to believe him, so you just stayed quiet while he was talking.

“But you were right, she was here before you-“ He continued until you cut him off.

“Fine, that’s all I need to know” You mocked, but you could see Trent getting frustrated with you and he started to lose his patience, running his hands over his face.

“For fuck’s sake Y/n please just fucking listen to me” He snapped, giving you a warning look from across the room.

“We talked and I told her that I couldn’t see her anymore, because I can’t let you go” He revealed, and you let out a sigh of relief.

“Okay, that doesn’t change anything about what you did though” You shrugged and he looked at you now with more anger in his eyes, it made him think that it was impossible to win back your heart again.

“I should leave” You ended and got up from his couch, you walk past him but he stopped you. You looked at him, confused.

“I’m not done yet” Trent pushed and held your hands, you got lost in your eyes and it reminded you why you fell for him.

“I’m sorry for what I did Y/n, I really am.” He whispered and his voice softened. You could see tears forming in his eyes which made you want to cry too, you hated to see him cry. He took a deep breath before speaking again, you were still holding his hands.

“You genuinely make me a happier and better person and when I’m with you I feel something I’ve never felt before. And without you I’m nothing” Trent expressed. What he said made your tears fall from your eyes, you never knew he felt like this. What he said was beautiful, you took him into your arms and hugged him while rubbing his back.

“I believe you Trent” You whispered and cried, accepting his truth that you doubted so much.

“That’s why I couldn’t be with her because I came to the conclusion that I love you Y/n. I’m sorry for not being there for you when you needed me, I promise you I’ll be here for you forever” Trent cried and dried your tears off your cheeks.

“Forever?” You asked.

“Forever.” He promised.

—

A few hours later Trent walked you home, making sure you get home safe as he used to do before. It will take strength to forgive him fully but you believe he’ll change after his mistakes. Perhaps sometimes you have to kiss the wrong man to know what’s right, in your case you did. You kissed Lucas in the club after seeing Trent, wishing the old feelings for him would vanish but they didn’t.

At that moment you knew, that your heart couldn’t let go of Trent…

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HOLD UP — Roman Reigns x black! Reader

A/N: not me attempting to write for this man and I’m supposed to be on a writing break?? I had a storyline in my head, heard this song from my girl (finally), and I’m about to go on a SWAT binge-watch once this season is over so that’s my excuse for all of this. Hope you have your popcorn ready!

WARNINGS: language, famous reader, slight cross-over with another show hence the tags, hint of toxicity, infidelity, crime, + me not knowing much about wrestling or S.W.A.T. but winging it! It’s only fiction!!! 😉

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“You know what? Fuck her and fuck you too!” You yelled, smacking the food that was already prepared right towards where Roman stood.

It didn’t have to be like this.

What could have been a great normal Saturday evening, turned for the worse all because a man, who was supposed to be your man turned around and played you. How? By sleeping with the “friend,” (turned assistant) he told you not to worry about. You were just getting into a pretty solid choreo to Beyonce’s, “Tyrant,” over a steaming pot with the headphones blasting into your ears when your phone started going off more than your version of usual.

It was to the point you were ready to put it on Do Not Disturb but your gut told you to get into it. Sure it could have been anybody: your family, your manager, publicist, or even some friends…in this case? It happened to be the whole damn universe.

The headlines is what really got you:

“Entrepreneur Tribal Chief Roman Reigns Sex-Tape Leaked!”

Along with the shady subtitles underneath: The multi-business owner’s intimate moments at what seems to be one of his places of business the casino half hotel: “The Medallion,” have been leaked! By the looks of it, it doesn’t appear that the woman in the video shares any resemblance to girlfriend and actress…but does look a whole lot like his personal assistant Celosia “Losi,” Darlington. Perhaps they aren’t as secure in their relationship as actress…claims! See below for the steamy video.

At first you didn’t want to believe it, firmly wanting for your girl delulu to kick in but unfortunately you knew this time you could believe the headlines. The declined calls you had to keep hitting as you took a breath to just play the video. You had to see with your own eyes what had been done, it’s always about actions more than word of mouth and Roman showed you exactly who he was.

A no good piece of shit.

You met him back in ‘13 after taking on an action role, which would be filmed at the newly built casino: The Medallion. That same place of business that always got him into some shit—yet he always knew how to polish everything up so nicely regardless of any heat that went his way. Of course there was some attraction that formed over the six months of filming although he didn’t have a major role on screen versus behind it, his presence was surely felt. It took two years after that at the premiere of another film of yours for any relationship besides professional to form and sometimes you wished you would have stayed away.

This was one of those times.

To be in a relationship since mid 2015–minus the minor breakups just for it all to truly crumble now was the biggest punch in the face. And you may not be one of his Bloodline fighters but you were sure about to hand him one.

When he enters the house, not long after you’ve been going into a deep dive of everything from watching the video to various gossip websites and landing on Twitter of all places, you place the phone down face up as you rest your hands on the island counter. He pecks your cheek multiple times as he holds your hip, not picking up on the tension just yet before he takes a place on the other side of the island. Your jaw was set as you used the sleeve to wipe his kisses from your skin, eyes burning flames at the clueless man across from you.

“Smells good as hell in here. How was your day?” Is the first thing he says, finally looking up from his phone.

And you can’t help but to scoff at this, “it was going well baby, until I found out that you and your dick went swimming at The Medallion.”

Which lead to a heated stare from Roman, “…What’re you talking about?”

“Stop being stupid, Joe! Unless you can’t help it. Everybody knows including me! Y’all played in my face for who knows how long and you thought coming in here all regular was gonna be cool?” The pointer and thumb finger were jabbed right in his direction as you spoke before you were gripping the island so tight, it should have snapped but only quality was allowed in this house.

Roman kept his face straight as he clips, “I think you should start with watching your tone and talk to me with some sense.”

“Why? When you don’t have any?” Your head was tilted to the side, just begging for him not to continue to get smart with you because things will start to fly in a minute if he kept it up.

His big ass included.

Roman clenched his eyes shut in frustration before replying, “i honestly don’t know what you’re talking about, so please feel free to enlighten me.”

Humorless laughter bubbled past your lips as you decided to play this game just for a bit, “honestly, when’s the last time you saw Losi?”

His shoulders lifts, “a day or two ago. She’s taking personal time off, why?”

“Sure she is! Right on time for everything to unfold like the messy bitch that I told you she is.” You exclaim with your hands up in the air, “was this y’all plan all along? To humiliate me?”

As the silence filled the kitchen, it was shortly interrupted by the vibrating of your phone which rattled on the counter and finally the pinging from Roman’s own phone. A quick glance Roman sends to the device, it was a simple text from Losi herself which read: “I’m so sorry ro!”

He’s truthfully had a blind eye to what has been happening. Roman’s been back and forth between the casino and the ring along with a few meetings in between that he barely looked at his phone until he walked through his home’s front doors. There’s a furrow of his brows then at Losi’s text but it doesn’t take him long to figure it out when he thinks back to the accusations that you previously just thrown in his face combined with your attitude.

Your head was still tilted as you cooed with petty intent, “Uh oh…doesn’t look like there’s a smile on your face now when reading anything Losi says.”

Roman runs his hands down his face in exhaustion and guilt. When he opens his eyes, yours are still glaring at him. This conversation was going to be bad tonight whether he wanted to have it or not. He made this bed so now he had to lay in it.

“Babe—

“Na uh! Don’t start that shit now because you’ve been caught.” You held your hand up in the air, “Weren’t you the one who told me that you didn’t want to fuck her? Then you went and did it! When?!”

Roman runs his tongue over his bottom lip and bites down on it, “I don’t even—a few weeks ago? It didn’t mean shit though and I want you to know that. I don’t and won’t ever love her the way that I love you. I fucked up and i can admit that.”

If this was love then this man can keep that shit forever. Never did you ever think at this point in your relationship that the downfall would be Roman’s attention turning to another woman for a night.

“You can? Were you ever going to if this didn’t come out? You’ve been sitting on this for weeks and she’s been smiling in my face and more chatty—ohhh.” You knocked your finger into the air in realization, “she’s been plotting on this moment.”

Roman blinks with a shake of his head, “what? No.”

“You let the balloon stuffed booty fool you, baby.” You clapped, “along with the cute shy office siren thing she had going on the outside. I been knew she was feeling you and I couldn’t be mad at that! I knew what I had. As long as she didn’t try anything but it only took a year for you to fold right when everything was falling into place.”

He had another personal assistant who’s been working for him since The medallion began to stay consistent in flourishing, Ms. Charlene, who was older in her mid-fifties and actually good friends with your aunt. She was probably the best one Roman was ever going to get but she decided to retire early? And moved all the way out to Liberia but still did her original role as a tax preparer on the side but you didn’t hear that from me—your narrator.

“What do you mean?”

“Think about it, joe. The gym just had its successful grand opening after its bombing a month ago, you just announced that you were expanding the medallion to be worldwide with plans of doing the same for Bloodline. I’m hosting the Tony awards, you’re planning to propose, and Losi is trying to start her own business by creating some plant spa, which gives her just enough motive to leak the tape so she’s financially taken care of while we’re here looking dumb as fuck.” You deeply exhale while Roman pressed his tongue into his cheek in thought.

He didn’t want to believe that either but one thing about you? Your mind was always going and connecting the dots. He knew that there was something about Losi that you didn’t rock with and he didn’t see. When it came to his businesses he wanted to be the only one running things and sure he never wanted to make you uncomfortable yet he and Losi went way back and her resume was top notch. Overall Roman believed that the two of you could just coexist at some point, although Losi put in more effort to be friendly with you, you weren’t feeling it.

Ultimately you had to agree to disagree on the subject. It wasn’t a big problem until it unfortunately became one of course. He didn’t have the ring and it’s been in the works since last year but he knew what he wanted it to look like based on your preferences and kept the sketch secured and out of sight…so he thought.

He knew he wanted forever with you but he allowed himself to get stupefied by someone he thought was a friend and should have stayed in that place.

“Nah Lo’s not like that, she’s a good girl.”

Roman didn’t know if he believed that himself anymore but it still came out of his mouth.

You felt your eye twitch, “you keep telling yourself that and that’s probably what you praised her with when you were hitting it from behind too right?”

“Relax,” his stare is hard from underneath his eyelashes, as if he’s attempting to command you in doing so, “I didn’t know she was filming us, Alright?”

That much you could tell.

“Yeah okay, so that makes it better?!”

“No it doesn’t! And I’m aware of that. I want to marry you which you somehow know—

“Then why do this to me? To us?! We were doing so well and came so far just for you to ruin it all like this was for nothing.” You tried to focus on your breathing but from Roman’s stance he could see that it was more of a panting from you, to keep from crying.

The last thing you wanted was for him to comfort you but he did find himself reaching his hand out some over the island, just in case. He hated that this was happening, that he was causing you pain and not the fact that this was biting him in the ass, he knew what he had done and had to pay the price, he could take that but he didn’t like the twist in his chest at the sight of your anger, your pain, yet he didn’t really have a reason to justify this. There was no justifying the infidelity or the past gaslighting of your concerns you expressed once Losi came along. You had dreams and took that as a sign just as much of what you witnessed in person. Roman would always reassure that it was just your mind lying to you and being paranoid until he proved everything to be true.

“It’s not for nothing…we’ve been through so much shit together that we can get through this too.” Roman states with determination in his eyes, “I don’t know what exactly you want to hear from me but I’m telling you that choice I made that night meant nothing. It happened once, I was on one that night, should have known better than to let my guard down and I told her we won’t ever do that shit again because I’m in love with you. I need you.”

It was your turn to bite down on your lips and nod your head, “that sounds nice, really but there’s no way you expect me to just leap back into your arms just because you’re looking at me that and all the sweet nothings you hand over will magically make this okay when it most likely won’t be.”

He swallows, “What are you saying?”

“Look around! You can’t have that much trust in her to believe this wasn’t calculated can you? I mean you trusted her enough to not let your hot steamy night get out but look where that got you. A tape! You had that girl in my face, in this house, trying to get us to be besties long before and this is what y’all go and do? The disrespect is so real so…you know what? Fuck her and fuck you too!”

Roman dips in his head in understanding, even if he has to make a jump back from the plates of sides that are sent his way but that doesn’t mean he has to take it. “I get that you’re in your feelings but I’m telling you right now, I’m not gonna take any more of you talking crazy to me tonight. It’s been a long day.”

“Excuse me?!” Your brows are raised, “I’ll call you every name until the sun comes back if it makes me feel better—

“But that’s the thing, it won’t so why waste your breath?” His chin is raised in such arrogance.

It’s your turn to be wide eyed now. Did Roman expect you to just not react like he was good at doing? You studied him then, noticing how stoic he was but his eyes said different before he tightened his stare. He was letting his ego come out to play and that was a dangerous game.

“Hmm let’s see what will? Should I dump this gumbo right in your face? Mess your precious house up? Or get in touch with Jey to see if he has any insight to how quickly the success of Bloodline got back up and running. He’s been quiet since the grand opening and that’s not like our boy.” The smirk on your face was enough to get Roman to charge over to you and get in your face.

Jey was family, always would be no matter how ugly the business got. First it was his twin, Jimmy who Roman kicked out and you knew Jey was feeling not only a way about that but also Roman’s big headed authority. It was only a matter of time before Jey stepped down and you knew it was coming based on conversations you had. Roman also had a feeling that you knew more than what you were saying and withholding information was a huge negative, although you weren’t part of the business you would be if you took that title of being Roman’s wife.

You stared up at Roman sweetly while he pressed his forehead harshly into yours, “you don’t scare me and you don’t want to ever cross me, love of my life or not.”

Running your hands up Roman’s clenched torso and up over his biceps to grip his shoulders tightly you say, “well…this old love of your life, is about to show you just how much you’re gonna lose and I know how much you hate to lose.”

He squeezes your neck pulling you so that you’re nose to nose, “if that’s how you want to play, then you better not miss.”

“Great talk, baby. Now let go.” Her nails dig into his shoulder blades while it’s Roman’s turn to tighten his jaw.

Eventually he lets go, running a palm over his mouth as you get back to breathing although your insides want to ache but you numb it down. You crack your knuckles before reaching forward to wipe the crumbs off the counter into the sink and turn to leave but not without glancing at the contents on the floor.

“Hey, I think I would have loved being your wife but the world is always turning right? Better luck next time I guess.” You shrug your shoulders, “and you might want to clean that up before you get some ants that look like Losi. See you soon, Joe.” You explain with a cold wink that reminds the man to breathe after you leave the home for good.

Roman didn’t know what he was going to do just yet or what you had in mind but for right now, he had to sit on his loneliness over a meal that you prepared which he didn’t get to share with you at the end of the table this time around.

[2 weeks later…]

The saying April showers brings May flowers could apply here, depending on how you looked at it. It was difficult being back in your own space, once sharing it with the Cane Corso, “Atonga,” that Roman gifted to you last year for your birthday and what you sent back days after you left his house. You were ready to send everything back (or donate) but Roman wasnt having that, anything that got sent back to his place or his businesses he redirected most to your parents with the power for it not to be sent anywhere else.

As for Atonga, he was waiting for you on your doorstep one morning with a simple message attached: he’s closer to his mom.

The gift of Atonga was for protection and you built a strong bond with the dog, overall you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss the boy so you didn’t put up much of a fight when it came to him. As for the outside noise? The paparazzi followed your every move even more so now, you didn’t keep your head down but you kept it on mute with every outing. You didn’t need the advice of your publicist on what to do because regardless you had your own media training due to previous work and would ultimately do what you felt.

You didn’t have to offer the world a damn thing.

Your relationship with Roman was one of the most trendiest relationships to talk about and it was killing them not to know much more of what was going on. However Roman gave some crumbs on the recent interview he was on and spoke some with the paps that followed him around but it was enough for people to speculate you have broken up again.

A relationship that had so many sides to it was stuck on being face up at this time.

Over these two weeks you weren’t cooped up in the house crying over this mess, you got to deep cleaning, self-care appointments: nails done, hair done, everything did, spent time in the gym mostly with a personal trainer that Roman never cared for but he mercilessly stopped responding to your meeting requests after the second day, which left you to train with the twins and Naomi instead, and being in the club with the widest of smiles.

After all that you were slowly getting back into work. Thankfully your manager agreed to put a pause on the work load until you were ready, where you got the outline on paper on how award shows were meant to run, then you would make the trip in a few weeks to see how the stage was in person.

“YO,” Jey calls out your name from downstairs, his voice echoing all throughout the house that you forgot he was even still here. Probably eating up all your food while watching ghetto ass Tubi or BMF—they were the same thing honestly.

Getting so wrapped up in the outline, you push yourself off your bed and head out into the hall and call back, “what I tell you about using your outside voice in my house, jey?!”

The barking that sounded as you got to the steps made you frown, actually making you put more speed in your steps as you went down them. When you peered up on the second to the last step, you spotted a familiar face standing at the front entrance of your home while Jey stood off to the side holding Atonga back.

There stood Miguel Alfaro, a ex-boyfriend of yours who sported his dark SWAT attire.

“You got company,” Jey muttered as he eyed the pale buzzed hair guy.

Deeply exhaling you step down and make your way over to the men and fold your arms, “Miguel, what’re you doing here?”

“Can’t be anything good,” Jey adds while he continues holding Atonga by his collar.

Miguel blinks at him and then the dog, “Mind if you put him away so I can have a civil conversation?”

Jey sucked air between his teeth with a grin, “oh this little guy? He’s a sweetheart.”

Miguel raises his brows in disbelief, one hand that was resting on his waist moved to where his firearm was, which the two of you noticed. Jey met your eyes and with a nod of your head, he quickly pulls the dog away to one of the guest rooms for a moment before making his way back.

“You don’t look that happy to see me,” Miguel attempts to joke with a raise of his hands, “that kinda hurts my feelings.”

Lifting your shoulders you reply, “I can’t say the expression on my face would be any different if you didn’t have that monkey suit on but—

Jey snorts out a laugh, which he clears his throat afterwards once Miguel sends him a sharp look before Miguel turns his attention back to you.

Miguel shortly exhaled through his nostrils, “Right, this suit is actually doing you a favor so I’d be a little more thankful.”

“Whatchu mean by that?” Jey clasps his own hands in front of him, defense mode was activated now.

You exhale, “Miguel, I don’t have time for this push and pull shit you commonly like to do, so just spit it out so you can get out my house.”

“I see your attitude still hasn’t changed. I thought we squashed our beef and it was all love?” Miguel’s mockery was still there and highly irritating.

Tilting your head to the side you cackle, “was that before or after you trashed my character to the tabloids over a little relationship when we were what? Eighteen?”

Miguel frowns, “I wouldn’t call my first serious relationship of three years to be little. Which is why I said what I said, if things don’t benefit you then you couldn’t care less. Maybe that’s why Roman did what he did and you didn’t give enough.”

“You don’t know me you spineless bitch!” And you stepped to him but an arm goes right across your torso from Jey before he shields you completely from Miguel.

Jey shakes his head while Miguel breathed out a laugh as he pinches at his straight nose, “I think you should stop instigatin’ and just say what you need to say, bro.”

“That’s officer to you, bro.” Miguel clarifies with a sharp stare but Jey just mockingly nods his head back and forth.

“My fault, officer pig.”

You grip Jey’s wrist and move to stand beside him, meeting his eyes to show him that this was mainly your problem not his.

Miguel ran his tongue over his teeth in annoyance but to your surprise he takes the higher road, “you’re right, I apologize.” He starts but directs that apology mostly at you, “I didn’t come here to start shit, I truthfully came to tell you something that’ll benefit—that’ll be useful to you.”

Clapping your hands together you rolled your hands about, awaiting for him to just say what needed to be said since he first opened his mouth to you.

“It’s Roman.”

Both you and Jey felt your blood run cold at this.

Miguel flicks his eyes from the both of you as he says his next words, “He’s been out in Florida this past week and recently made a purchase on a building to potentially expand either The Medallion or Bloodline. Miami’s team been watching him since he’s touched down in their city but a major red flag went off after recent events.”

Both you and Jey shoot confused glances at each other.

“Don’t tell me you two aren’t aware that Celosia Darlington was found dead yesterday night off route 41?” He deeply scans their faces for any changes in their expressions, “It appears that she was in a hit and run accident, she was thrown from behind off her motorcycle and it’s being investigated by my team.”

Jey has his eyes in slits, “and you think Roman had something to do with it? You just said he was in Florida when this happened.”

“Correct, yet a vehicle registered to him was found on surveillance…which leaves us to believe that he knows what happened and who was driving his vehicle.” His eyes lingers on you for some time before carrying on, “Also the building he purchased in Miami belonged to Celosia’s step-brother, who has been missing since March.”

Massaging the space in between your brows you couldn’t believe what you were hearing. “What does Celosia’s step-brother have to do with Roman?”

“Roman loaned Celosia’s step-brother the funds to purchase that exact building back in January and her step-brother has a history of money-laundering.”

“Fuck.” Jey hisses.

This was bad, real bad.

Roman wouldn’t just loan a large amount of money without purpose, especially to someone he couldn’t trust. If he did this for Celosia’s step-brother, there had to be a reason and if he was missing? Then things really were turning to shit and it’s possible that Roman had something to do with it. However you and Jey both would never reveal that.

Miguel continues, “He’s been arrested and flown in to us. And I’m here to let you know that you’re also being suspected. The team will be here in the next fifteen so…that’s just a tip from me to you.”

“Why are you looking out for me?” You suddenly ask.

“Because believe it or not, I really loved you once upon a time,” Miguel disclosed with a soft sigh, “I want you to win and don’t want to see you get hurt any further. Especially if it’s at the cost of a grown ass business man who goes by: The tribal chief.”

“Aye, watch yourself. You’re not part of what we got going on, so you wouldn’t get it.” Jey warns while Miguel raises a hand in surrender, although he wants to laugh in the bronzed skinned man’s face, thrilled he could return the favor of striking a nerve.

Miguel looks at you one last time affirming, “fifteen minutes.”

“Fifteen minutes.” You dip your head, “Thanks, Miguel.”

“Ah, don’t mention it.” He winks, “but also don’t forget it.”

Which makes you roll your eyes although a small smile appears on your lips which Miguel mirrors with a crooked one. Jey breaks that up real quick, waving the swat member towards the door, followed by a forceful close of the door after Miguel takes his sweet time whistling along and eyeing the downstairs of the home.

Jey blows out a breath, “I see your type is assholes.”

“Jey, now is not the time.”

“I know sis.” Jey grips the back of his neck feeling some stress coming on, “I think I need to slide, hit up Jimmy, Sikoa and check on bloodlines where the rest of the family is most likely at.”

“Yeah you shouldn’t be here when they get here but please be careful…they’ll probably be on all of our asses now.”

Jey nods and steps forward to grip the side of your neck and place a kiss to your forehead while you hold your hand on top of his. “Can I take Atonga with me?”

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’re trying to steal my dog.”

“What can I say? Everybody loves uncle Jey!” He pops his collar with a grin while you fan your hand at him as a signal for him to do so.

Fifteen minutes gives you enough time to set a timer, change from lounge clothes to another set, have a cup of raspberry lemonade, and have your bag near by ready to go once that knock came at your door. You kept offline because you’re sure anything you did up to the time swat came to your door, would be monitored.

You kept calm as those fifteen minutes came around quickly and took your time getting to the door once the harsh knocks sounded. Turning the tv down, you take some seconds before getting to your feet, remote still in hand as you head to the front door, eyes fixated on the tv as you pull the door open.

Turning to the familiar three faces you meet each of their eyes in faux surprise, “Hondo, Deacon, Tan? I’d say it’s good to see you but I’m sensing this isn’t a friendly visit.”

Hondo dips his head to confirm that as he says your name, “hey…we’re gonna need you to come with us.”

You blink, “okay…and it takes three of you to do that?”

“It’s a special situation,” Deacon tells, “involving your boyfriend—ex-boyfriend? Roman Reigns and his personal assistant Celosia Darlington who was murdered last night.”

They all watch your face at this news.

Sucking in your cheeks you answer, “Well…I guess you’re right then, it is a special situation.”

Tan and Deacon share a glance at your words.

“Target the people that had the most interactions with the deceased.” You nod.

Hondo tries to ease how this appears to make it sound better but he knows you’re smarter than to believe his attempt to smooth over the truth of your words.

Tan is the one to speak next, “You know it’s nothing personal and how this goes.”

You give a tight lipped smile, “right so…which one of you is going to watch me grab my bag or…do one of you want to grab it for me?”

How did you have ties to SWAT? Your father was part of a team out in Long Beach back where you grew up and did some work with the twenty division in his remaining years before a serious injury left him paralyzed ending his career. You ended up following in his footsteps at twenty-one, working for the LAPD and working your way into the S.W.A.T. field before you gave that up to…you guessed it! be a full-time actress once you caught your big break.

And sure they still liked to give you shit for “abandoning,” them but it was evident that’s not where your heart laid, although you proved how big of an asset you were for the short time you were part of S.W.A.T..

“You’re not being charged with anything so that’s not necessary.” Hondo states with a hand for you do so.

Tan mutters, “Yet.”

Which earns him a warning glance from Hondo while Deacon does in fact, keep his eyes on you. You’re turning off the tv, reaching for your bag, then heading back to the front door, and hold up a finger to step back and grab your keys off the side table by the door. They give you time to lock up your home before you follow them to the charger.

You’re quiet on the ride to headquarters and the men aren’t sure what to make of that but they decide to not press you on the ride.

There would be enough of that once you’re in the questioning room.

Holding onto the strap of your bag, your eyes are looking all around the building seeing how much has changed and what hasn’t. There’s mostly new faces that already made up their minds as they eye you on your way by.

Guilty.

When you see Roman in passing, in handcuffs being lead in the opposite direction by the commander, it feels like many films you shot before with this moment being in slow motion. Roman can’t take his eyes off you and you see just how everything was taking a toll on him. He may appear collected to everyone else but you saw the stress underneath his eyes, along with the longing for you in them and how his hair was left hanging instead of neatly slicked back into a bun.

You don’t owe him any comfort but you’re not sure if you want to see him suffer either. When you love someone, that means you open up your heart but what happens when you open it up too far and that person leaves it badly bruised?

Start looking out for yourself and hold your own, that’s what.

Shifting your head, you carry on as Roman is almost breaking his neck watching you leave from his sight yet again. He was waiting on his lawyer and had nothing else to say, which meant he was being sent right back to the holding cell while it was your turn to speak your peace.

“Colombian?” You quiz Tan who slides a mug your way with a plastic cup full of ice on the side.

Tan is half sarcastic and half joking, “only the best for our superstar.”

You snicker, knowing just how to get underneath his skin for simply existing before he leaves you alone with Hondo.

“Given the circumstances, you can already guess why you’re here.” He starts as he watches you carefully plunk the ice cubes into the mug before using your pinky finger to spin the contents together.

You sip at the homemade iced coffee, “Losi’s been murdered and the sex tape she made with my—Roman was leaked. Did anyone find out if she was behind it?”

“We can confirm that she was and was supposed to receive $25,000 for it but only received $10,000.” Hondo responds with his hands clasped on top of a folder.

You snort, “tough titties.”

“How so?”

“It’s evident that she was money hungry.” You notify, “I don’t get involved in Roman’s businesses but I know he had to be giving her a good amount since he didn’t have a separate assistant—that I know of—to take care of the gym business. Bloodline has much more value to him than the casino.”

“Right…because he comes from a family full of fighters except for his mother.”

“Yup.” You answer and add more sugar, stir, wipe your finger clean on a near by napkin and take another sip.

Hondo opens the folder and spins it to face you before spreading the crime scene photos along, “Was the money the last straw for you? Enough to make you so angry to chase Celosia down the freeway, run her down, get out the car, and finish her off with specific shots to the body: one to the Radial Artery as she pleaded for her life, one to the Aorta, and right to the head to end it all? Did it make you feel any better?”

You swallowed the coffee as you looked away from the photos to meet the bald man in front of you, “It’s real tiring, hearing how everyone dictates how I should feel or questioning how I am feeling because of some shit someone else did. I get by and no I wasn’t expecting to hear how tragically Losi’s life ended, yet I can’t say I’ll shed a tear for a snake.”

“A snake that also asked you for money over the phone after the tape got leaked and you laughed at her.”

You lifted your shoulders not bothered that they knew this information, “what else was I supposed to do? I didn’t owe that girl a damn thing after she slept with my man.”

“Then you killed her.”

You stare up at the ceiling in frustration thinking about how it was once upon a time on the other side, “I’ve played a criminal in a few movies, doesn’t mean I am one in real life.”

Hondo pushes his lips out with a shrug of his shoulders, “Sure but you’re also dating a crime boss.”

You laugh, “Hondo, are you forreal? No. Innocent until proven guilty.”

“You’re still covering for him.” Hondo sighed with disappointment, “we know that both the medallion and bloodline partly stands for some underground organized crime and if we can’t get Roman for the murder of Celosia then he’s going down for the disappearance and presumed murder of her step-brother. Along with drug-trafficking, aggravated assault, and conspiring to commit money laundering. When he goes down, so will everyone else involved with him.”

You nod, “that’s the thing…I’m not involved with him anymore and I don’t have any clue about any of what you just mentioned. I’m also innocent.”

“Bullshit!” Hondo slams his hands down on the table, “you know, I’d hate to see everything you worked so hard for go right in the trash because of someone like him. I thought you let go of Swat to have a different safe life but you’re in just as deep. On the wrong got damned side! Are you sure Roman ever loved you because if he did? You wouldn’t be sitting here.”

Those words had weight especially training underneath Hondo. It stung but one can’t forget, you were also part of this team not too long ago, so you would never show just how much it did.

“Hondo…are you charging me or am I free to go?”

Funny, Roman said the same thing pretty fast with the request to call a lawyer and they had more on him than on you.

“I think you should keep that seat warm a little longer and I’ll be back.” Hondo advises with a stern look before he scrapes his chair back to exit the room.

In the quiet you sit, one hand on the cup of coffee while the other rests on your lap. It’s parallel to Roman who sits in the cell, elbows buried in his knees as his wavy hair curtains his face. He couldn’t believe he was here, how everything was slowly crumbling all because of a screw up, although he’s had many voices tell him before that everything would catch up to him at some point.

He didn’t think he’d see the day, not when he was just getting started. It was just like you said, he wasn’t good at taking any loss and he hasn’t yet. If he had to lose it all then he was damn sure determined to build it back up again with his bare hands if he had to. And every king needed its queen no matter which way she decides to play her own cards.

Roman’s played defense before and his queen wanted to be offense. There became more than one head of the table (secretly) when he met you so perhaps now was the chance for you to make some shots, not all.

Lifting his head, he closes his eyes and cracks his neck before clasping his hands together.

And he waited.

The door behind you opens, revealing heavy footsteps that tap rather than clunk as they make their way around the table. A small smile forms on your lips at the rim of the mug as you swallow, lowering the cup back to the table.

The man in the tan suit chooses to sit on the edge of the table and sends you his award winning smile as he says your name in greeting.

“Rock,” you address the burly man, “what took you so fucking long?”

His body lifts in laughter, “I’m a busy man lady but I always make time for family.”

Which lets you know he’s made a visit to the bloodlines first. You didn’t call him but you knew who did.

“So how can I help?”

“Can you go back and make joe not stick his dick in Losi?”

Rock exhales, “wish I could but you and I both know that was a Roman move not Joe.”

Which you already had time to think over. You had your own stage name and persona you had to put out into the world. Except you didn’t do too much in the public where it’ll reflect badly on who you were behind closed doors.

“I know,” you breathe out reaching over to rest your hand right on top of Rock’s who turns his own to squeeze yours warmly, “doesn’t make it hurt any less though.”

He pats your hand with his other, “we’ll get through this, we always do. Just hold on.”

“Always do, my grip is vice.” You wink while Rock nods his head, getting back to his feet.

“So I’ve heard, and that’s why you’ll always classify as a bloodline and if you ever want a career change—

You snort, “ha! I think I’ll choose early retirement before I change anything else.”

“Hold up, what’re you?! Thirty-one? You’ve got more fight in you than you say, this I see. So c’mon and continue to give ‘em hell so that they’ll never underestimate what the vice is all about.” He rests a free hand on your shoulder, giving it a squeeze before the door is pushed open, revealing Hondo and Deacon.

Rock fixes his suit jacket, “my client and I are finished here.”

“Wait a minute, aren’t you going to stick around for further questions?” Deacon’s eyes are in slits, clearly finding this suspicious.

Rock sends them his beaming smile, “you must have forgotten how well she’s capable of handling herself. You have nothing on her and all of this is just theories. I give you the next thirty to forty-five minutes to release my client and if you’re not done by then, I’ll remove her myself.”

“You have no authority here.” Hondo bites.

Rock’s smile never falters although a brow threatens to arch, “ah, so you haven’t checked my credentials yet…huge error on your part don’t you think? Gentleman.” He bids his farewell and Deacon follows him out with a clenched jaw.

Hondo turns back to you, resting his hands on the cool table as he leans towards you, “the hell are you all playing at?”

Wiggling your fingers in the air you sit back against the chair, “I’m just an actress.”

“Yeah…well we’ll see how good of an actress you really are.” Hondo snaps as he begins pacing before folding his arms, “now start talking, from the point you found out about the tape.”

Rock got a head start away from Deacon, sneaking his way into the holding area which is empty besides the person he’s looking for. He’s whistling now, shades covering his eyes as he strolls through the quiet area. He knows he has to be quick but he also knows that Deacon has lost sight of him. Rock makes his way over to the cell, still whistling as he spins, pressing his elbow against the cell before tossing his arm back with a white slip in Roman’s direction.

“Uce,” is all rock says before he circles back around, still whistling and then exits back out of the area unseen…well that’s until they look at the cameras later.

Roman waits for Rock to leave his sight before he pushes up to his feet, walks to the space where the white paper is resting, covering it with his foot before he shuffles all the way back to the bench. Once seated, he bends an arm down to pick at the edge of paper underneath his shoe and carefully unravels it.

His eyes quickly peers over the words and a smirk appears on his lips.

Offense: 1

S.W.A.T.: 0

Defense: ?

₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ. ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ. ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ. ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ. ₊˚ʚ ᗢ

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divineei · 1 year

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modern!atwow x musician!reader

modern avatar mlist!

desc. headcanons for modern avatar: the way of water teens with a musician significant other who’s in a band. reader plays a different instrument for each character.

a/n. if this flops i’m retiring. real shit.

— neteyam. ( guitarist s/o ♪! )

he sleeps with a t-shirt of your band every. goddamn. night.

gives it back to you once a week so you can spray your perfume on it. you ended up bringing him a bottle of ur fave brand and he sprays the cologne on it every time he washes it (aka ever fucking week)

mans hooked. to both you and your music

listens to your band’s songs at least once a day. either w/ headphones or on full blast it doesn’t matter

his whole family knows all the lyrics

sometimes tuk comes to his room and jumps on his bed while playing air guitar and he absolutely joins

other times tho he closes his eyes to focus and pays special attention to the guitar while having your smile in mind

he once spent like 2 weeks watching youtube tutorials to (kinda) learn one song so he could play for you

was it good? no it was fucking hideous. was it the sweetest fucking thing ever tho? absolutely it was

always tries to pick you up after band practice

my boy would rather miss his basketball competitions than miss one of your concerts

this one time he actually tried to skip a match bc your performance was at the same time and the mf showed up backstage like “hEy🙂”

you had to call his mom for him to leave (u snitch that was kinda foul)

definitely knows abt “the rockstar’s girlfriend” aesthetic and makes it his personality. like he’s so into it

you got him a t-shirt that said “im with the band” as a joke but he actually wears it and its hilarious

— kiri. ( keyboard s/o ♪! )

comes to your house just to hear you play

she brings a book and lays down on your bed while you make new music

ADORES watching you come up with new tunes!!!!!!

you always have that focused look on your face as you move your fingers over the keys at makes her want to take a picture (she actually has a few ngl)

always goes back home humming your new melody

you record covers of her favorite songs on your keyboard and give her a cd that she listens to on her discman (she defo owns old gadgets like that)

sometimes puts her phone down on her window stool, where she has her favorite plants, and leaves it there with your music playing. she likes to think it help her plants grow

lowkey gatekeeps your songs

there was this one time you couldn’t sleep bc she kept appearing on your mind, so you connected your headphones and made your “ode to kiri”

it was 2am when you vídeocalled her to play for her what you just wrote

and kiri being the sensitive person she is, swore she could feel your affection through the music, little tears threatening to fall from her pretty eyes

it was truly a treasured memory in your relationship

until a loud ass knock on your door and an equally loud “FFS ITS 2AM!!!!!” almost made you drop dead

she absolutely laughed at you btw

— lo’ak. ( bassist s/o ♪! )

brings you stickers so you can decorate your bass w/ them

“aye babe i got a new sticker for your guitar” “for the hundredth time lo’ak, its a BASS!!!”

yeah he knows it annoys you and no he’s not gonna stop

his lockscreen is a picture of you on stage with a bunch of lil hearts he drew around you

when he goes to your concerts he tells everyone you two are dating

“you see that one over there bro? pfft yeah, we’re together” “do i know you man????” 💀

when you told him your band didnt have a logo yet he showed up at your door 3 days after, super excited and with a bunch of sketches to show you

i also think lo’ak would be really into graffiti art

so he goes around the neighborhood spray painting your band’s logo on the streets walls

“lo’ak you’re gonna get us in trouble” “oh cmon, its good promo!!”

he messes up with your amplifier when you practice, turning up and down the volume, the treble, etc. until you throw your pick right into his fucking forehead and he’s like:

“ma fault 😨”

the moment he (finally) sits still he actually pays really close attention to how your hands move

“damn, you make it look so easy” “im just good with my fingers ig”

cue the dumbest smirk you’ve ever seen

— ao’nung. ( drummer s/o ♪! )

imma just say it; he is popular. by that i mean ma boy has hella contacts

AND by that i mean he makes sure your band always has a venue to perform at. always first on every list fr

“ao’ stay the fuck away from my drums”

actually a fucking menace. tries to impress you by smashing the drumsticks everywhere.

“nah babe check me out i got it this time srsly”

rhythm left the room the moment he sat down

he even attempts some tricks he seen you pull off during your concerts, like throwing the sticks up or rolling them between his fingers.

they always end up either on the floor or hitting his dumbass head. it’s cool tho, u kiss it better (after a well deserved smack bc what did i tell u)

he’d still insist on learning so you two end up having a chick flick moment where you guide him by putting your hands on his

boy actually blushes. just a smidge

“your ears are red” “stfu no they’re not”

might not know shit abt making music but seeing the look on your face when you play is enough to make him see how passionate you are

loves being alone with you in your band’s backstage lounge

he’s so fucking extra he got his friend outside the door like some whack ass bodyguards. they’re so into it too bro

“aye keep walking man🕴️” “move along bitch aint nothing to see here🕴️”

whenever you’re about to go on stage he stays with you in your band’s room and massages your hands

makes sure you always put some baby powder on your palms before you perform in case you start sweating so you dont drop your drumsticks

— tsireya. ( vocalist s/o ♪! )

she sings along to your songs whenever they play

ao’nung is sick and tired of listening to her and uses ear plugs all the time bc he once told her to stfu and got smacked

you two even make your own carpool karaoke and scream the lyrics together on the parking lot

and she NAILS IT!!!!!

like my girl can sing fr

in fact you’ve asked her to help in a few songs for harmonies and second voices

she helps you out a lot with your vocal practice and your breathing exercises

she sits down with you and counts each second with her fingers when hold your breath and when you try your best to hold a specific note

let’s be honest here. A LOT of your songs are abt her

you really don’t have to tell her, she knows they are. bc when you’re up on stage singing abt the perfect girl, you look right at her. and her heart beats faster every time

sometimes you send her your lyrics like “what do u think of this??” and it’d be a full on poem abt her that makes her smile so goofy. kicking feet and everything

every time you get in the shower and start humming/singing her phone is ready

actually has a video of you freaking tf out bc you had an idea for a new song while showering and you stormed your way out the bathroom, wet and hair full off shampoo

“REYA PASS ME A PEN QUICK” “NAH WHY ARE YOU BOOTY NAKED PLEASEHAhH”

you had to mop the floor after that

— rotxo. ( acoustic guitarist s/o ♪! )

makes sure you are never out of strings to change

but since the strings are heavier from an electric guitar, he knows you sometimes hurt your fingers playing

so he bought you a bunch of finger protectors.

he’s a sweetheart, but those whack ass things he got you looked like this

yeaaah…. no. 💀

actually offensive he’d think you need that shit but you let it go bc he really just wanna be there for you

the actual definition of #1 fan

he’s on every concert

and i mean EVERY. CONCERT. front row, backstage, glowing sticks on one hand, phone on the other and zooming on you and only you

he goes to your house more than you go to his, just bc he always wants you to play smthn. and this way you dont gotta bring your guitar back and forth

when you’re together in your room, you get your guitar and he asks you to play some lofi style tunes

especially loves it when it’s summer and the both of you just lay down with the windows wide open and the breeze goes in and out. has a cool glass of your fave drink with a straw and he holds it up to you while you play

one thing ik for sure is rotxo is lowkey good at making beats/bases

the two of you have definitely made a few tracks purely for your enjoyment (like this)

many many many beach dates where you bring your guitar and he lays his head on your lap while the sun sets

taglist. — @rainbowsocks, @dearstell, @erenjaegerwifee, @neteyamyam, @lvrcpid, @grierpilots, @littlexscarletxwitch, @elegantkidfansoul, @anm3mi, @kachowness, @boilingpots , @lagoonabluebabe, @lethalvenus, @casiia, @liluvtojineteyam, @inluvwithneteyam, @syulangg, @junnniiieee07, @drugs-for-memes, @ilovejakesullysdick, @lovelyygirl8, @neqeyam, @ak-aaa-li, @sakura-onesan, @babyymeme, @gender3nvyy,

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timetoletmyimaginationfly · 1 month

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Our Love Story

Nanami Kento x Reader

Part 7: Don’t Lift A Finger, Love

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6

(Song Inspiration: Love Someone by Jason Mraz)

Nanami decided to go to your place after his shift. He was glad that he was able to leave early. He has been very grateful to Gojo and Geto since they offer to finish missions for him so he can return to you on time.

You and Nanami go back and forth to each other’s places. It started off slow, keeping a toothbrush in each other’s places after you fell asleep at his apartment after studying one night. He even bought you clothes, facial and specific hair products, toiletries, and even make up to keep at his place. And when Nanami finished his shift, he slowly brought his things over to keep at yours.

He did his normal thing when he came back. Shoes were off, blunt sword against the wall, glasses on the table, sleeves rolled up halfway, top buttons undone, and tie hanging loosely around his neck. He found you in your kitchen, studying intensely for your final.

You were busy this past month. In a few days, you will take your final and your ceremony was a couple of weeks later. You’ve been going to reviews for your NCLEX and tutoring for your sessions. Along with that, you still worked your full time hours at the hospital. He made sure he came back home to you. He made sure you ate, either bringing home food or cooking something he planned for you throughout the day. He did more than you needed him to do. But you knew that he would be stubborn to listen to you when you were swamped to take care of yourself. You always tell them you were alright before he starts doing what he was going to do anyway. You were slowly getting used to him doing anything and everything for you.

“Sweetheart?” You didn’t react. And when he walked closer to you, he could hear the music blasting from your head phones. He pulled it them off your head, making you jump. When you turned around, you smiled widely.

“Kento-kun! Did you just get back?” you asked. Nanami nodded. “How was work?”

“Good,” he answered and took a seat next to you. “Gojo-san and Geto-san took over my last mission.”

“They’re too good to you,” you said and kissed his lips.

“Are you working tonight?” he asked. You shook your head.

“I took vacation for two weeks.” Nanami smiled and you can see that he was relieved. He leaned in and kissed your forehead tenderly.

“Good,” he said. “You have been nonstop. As much as I want you to take a break, I love that your hard work is paying off. I’m so proud of you, sweetheart.” You just want to cry happily from his words.

“You really mean it?” you asked. Nanami nodded. “Okay, let me be for a bit. I’m almost done with these practice questions.”

“Okay, my love. I’ll make us dinner.”

He kissed your lips, yet your body felt frozen. You couldn’t help but let his new pet name for you repeat in your head. It was usually sweetheart, darling, or sometimes dear. Never had he said love. As you placed your headphones back on, you couldn’t help but wonder if there was more meaning to the name. It almost made it hard for you to concentrate.

You couldn’t stop smiling as you were studying. Nanami couldn’t help but do the same thing whenever he looked up at you. He feels at peace when you smile. Your smile is his favorite sight.

“Break time!”

“Food is almost done. I made katsudon,” he said. Your mouth watered. You’ve been craving it for a while now. You put your school supplies away in your living room. You entered the kitchen and started to quickly wash the dishes, but when Nanami saw what you were doing, he immediately wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you away. You laughed. “Do not lift a finger, my love. I want you to relax.”

You blushed as he brought you to the chair. You sat down and watched him prepare the dish. You watched his back as he was by the stove finishing dinner. You watched him turn on the electric kettle and setting up two tea cups and two teabags. You watched him set up two bowls and he walked over to you with a smile. The smell of dinner made your stomach rumble.

“Thank you, Kento-kun! You are seriously the best.”

“Anything for my girl,” he said and turned back around to grab the two tea cups. You patiently waited for him. Once he sat down, the two of you grabbed your chopsticks and ate. “Is it good, love?” You nodded.

“It’s amazing,” you said. “You make the best meals.”

“Is it missing anything?” he asked curiously. He takes your criticisms seriously. He wanted to make the meals perfect just for you.

“Not this one,” you said. “Maybe more onions but I also loooove onions with this dish.” Nanami took a mental note of it for next time. You looked at him. “But you don’t have to.”

“I want you to have the best,” he said. Your heart wanted to leap out of your chest.

“I love you,” you said.

You and Nanami froze. You quickly turned back around and took a sip of your tea. Nanami watched you, letting those three words sink in. He couldn’t help but smile. He placed his hand on your thigh which got you to turn around and look at him. Nanami stood up and cupped your face.

“I love you too, sweetheart.” You smiled widely. You grabbed his tie and pulled him in to kiss him. The kiss was long, tongues battling each other, with Nanami gently nibbling and sucking on your bottom lip. Once he heard your soft moan, he pulled away. He gazed at your dazed and soft eyes before kissing your forehead. “I love you so much.”

After dinner was finished, Nanami quickly took the bowls to the sink before you could clean up. He held your hand and lead you to the couch, telling you to relax.

“I’m not disabled,” you said, slightly teasingly. Nanami kissed your forehead.

“I know. I just don’t want you to lift a finger tonight,” he said, face stoic yet voice so soft it makes your heart leap with joy.

“Then in that case, I will shower and get ready for the night.” Nanami let out a small smile and kissed your lips. “You’re very kissy tonight.”

“You’re just very kissable,” he said. “Go shower. I’ll go right after you, love.” You nodded, skipping your way to the bathroom.

He found you in bed, laptop on your lap and your iPad filled with notes in your hand. He awed at the sight while leaning against the doorway after his shower. His towel remained around his waist. You looked up and turned to look at him. Your eyes widened and you blushed as you turned your attention back to your computer.

“Studying hard again?” he asked. You gave him a high-pitched hum in response. Nanami picked out his clothes and walked back to the bathroom to change. Your hand was on your racing heart. You let dirty thoughts consume your mind.

“Love, do you want tea?” he asked.

“I’m good for now,” you answered flustered. Nanami nodded and joined you in bed. He took his book from the nightstand and started reading. “So…what is it that you love about me?” Nanami placed a book mark in his book and closed it, putting it back on the night table.

“You being you,” he answered nonchalantly. He watched you react irritably with his reaction. He quietly chuckled to himself before pulling you closer to him, your laptop slipping off your lap and falling to the side of the bed.

“Now is not the time to be cliche with that short answer,” you said with pouty lips. Nanami kissed the top of your head.

"You're smart and beautiful. You prefer to be independent and I love that you let me in your life and allow me to help you. Unlike me, you like to go with the flow of things. You don't exactly plan things out and usually I hate that, but I love it with you. I never planned to keep you close in my life. I was just going to keep it at that after you bought me coffee and bread.”

“I honestly thought the same thing. Then you called me. Checked up on me. Why’d you do that?” Nanami shrugged.

“I felt like I had to. I knew I didn’t have to. With me being a sorcerer, I couldn’t let you in my life. But since I kept letting you in, I at least had to give you an option, right?” You nodded. “You make me happy. When I see you, I feel the tiredness go away the moment I see you smile. When I see you work hard, it makes me want to become a better sorcerer, that way I can protect you. I love everything about you.” You smiled. You held his hand tightly and rested your head on his shoulder.

“You don’t find me like I’m some kind of child right?”

“Not at all. Why? You think a five year age gap is too much?”

“I-I was just curious.” Nanami chuckled and kissed the top of your head.

“Your turn.”

“You’re a serious and stoic man with the biggest heart in the world,” you said. “When I talk to Gojo-san and Geto-san, they love talking about you to me. You’re so caring to the young sorcerers. You make me proud that you are one. You get to be their mentor and they get to fight in battle like you. And I know I never seen you fight, but I don’t have to see to know that you’re one of the best.” Nanami felt a burst of happiness when you said that. “And I love that you’re true to word and actions. You’re honest and loyal. Everything about you is just amazing.” You couldn’t keep his eyes off of him. Something about them sparkled. Nanami rested his forehead on yours, gently caressing your one cheek.

“Thank you,” he said and kissed you softly.

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love-islike-abomb · 2 months

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You're in love

Roman reigns x Avery (OC)

" You want to use me, take me home tonight

I'll make you wish that you were mine

You're struck by lightning

You're in love"

Warnings: romance, flirting, errors I may have missed. 2 part story.

Tag list: @reignsangel444 @acknowledge-reigns @mzv11 @marchm-langdon @mandeelemons @pittieprincess22 @queengreenarrowmia89 @romanreignshairdresser @weirdgirl16355

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"Avery you've done very well for yourself with your new album that just dropped!" Jimmy smiled "you have a top 10 hit on the rock charts!"

"yes it's very exciting! I never thought I would get here! It's actually always been a dream of mine to be on your show?" She smiled.

"you did a cover of Lita Ford's kiss me deadly and the Joan jett's I hate myself for loving you! You did amazing!" He smiled

"tthank you Jimmy! Both of those beautiful women were role models when I was growing up! The one song I haven't yet done that I want to do though is heart's barracuda! I love heart!" She smiled.

"that's awesome!" Jimmy smiled "so you love 80s rock?"

"I do!" She smiled

"whos your favorite?" Jimmy asked.

Avery thought for a moment "If I have to choose I would say queen!" She smiled.

"a woman after my heart" jimmy laughed.

Avery smiled, jimmy was always very flirtatious with her. She may have been a rocker chick and have a tough exterior but jimmy was one of the few people who saw the true her. They'd been friends since before she got famous, but they never saw each other romantically. He attraction was never there.

"speaking of which, now that you have new found fame, is there anyone your heart is after?" Jimmy asked.

"are you asking me if I have a celebrity crush jimmy?" Avery asked.

"I am!" Jimmy said.

"in that case, yes I do!" Avery smiled.

"is it someone I know?" Jimmy asked.

"he's been on your show before, talked about how he embarrassed his daughter at school when he blasted all I want i for Christmas is you!" Avery said, nervously moving her hair off her neck.

"no way!" Jimmy said, a smile forming on his face "you know he's a guest on our show today?"

Avery's heart skipped a beat, time stood still for a moment. At first she thought jimmy was bluffing until she saw him look at the camera "please help me welcome, Roman reigns!"

Avery gave jimmy a death stare, jimmy shrugged his shoulders with a smile. She wanted to make herself disappear. Jimmy put her in the spot and the man she was pining over was right in front of her.

He walked over to her and Avery's anger at Jimmy disappeared like it had never even happened. He sat next to her and her face got bright red "are you blushing Avery?" jimmy asked

"he's even hotter in person!" Avery giggled.

As the show finished, Avery smiled at Jimmy "I'm sorry I was angry at you earlier. I wasn't prepared"

"it's no problem!" Jimmy said, looking behind Avery "let me know how it goes later"

Avery turned around seeing the man of her desires before her "I heard your music, you're very talented!" He smiled.

Avery swallowed hard, trying to keep herself together "thank you!" She smiled.

"I actually know of a place that plays nothing but rock music, would you want to go with me sometime?" He asked.

Avery's heart did flip flops "I'd love to!" She smiled.

"i'll see you tomorrow at 7 then?" He asked.

"absolutely!" Avery smiled "sorry I should probably give you my number!"

Roman pulled his phone out of his pocket, handing it to her, she gave him her phone as well. Handing him his phone back, he took it from her, grabbing her hand and bringing it to his lips, kissing it softly, winking at her "goodnight Avery!"

"goodnight" she said walking away to her car, calling her best friend and telling her EVERY THING!

#Spotify #roman reigns #big daddy uce #the only daddy☝️😩🫦#wwe smackdown #wwe #roman reigns x oc #roman reigns imagine #wwe imagine #roman reigns fanfiction #wwe fanfiction

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eddievanhammettmunson · 1 year

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Land of Infinite Wonder

Arbors note- I got inspired while listening to Light My Love by Greta Van fleet. You should give it a listen.

Warnings- fluff, a bit of angst over Eddie’s mom.

Summary- sometimes after a shit day all you need it the one you love.

It had been one of those days. You missed your alarm and ran late, you tripped getting out of bed, traffic was a bitch, everything seemed to move two miles an hour today. You were miserable. You had a shift after school and that was equally as crappy. Customers treated you like shit and you dropped and shattered something and got yelled at by your boss.

After getting home you lay on your bed and stare at your ceiling. You lay there for what feels like hours. You watch the evening turn into the night, as the night falls and gets deeper a debate begins to take hold in your mind. “Do I call him? It’s a school night. I shouldn’t. But he said if I need him. Ugh fuck it”

You grab the phone off the wall and dial Eddie’s number. It rings for a bit when a click happens and an irritated groggy voice answers the phone.

“Hello?”

“Hey Ed’s” you breathe quietly into the receiver.

His voice softens. “Hey sweetheart. Sorry we didn’t see each other much today. Had to work after school.”

“Me to Ed’s.”

“You okay sweets? Why are you callin so late?”

“Do you wanna go on a late night drive with me and then get high and skip school tomorrow?”

“Babe where is this coming from?”

“I had a real shit day Ed’s. I’m tired. I just wanna spend time with you.”

“Okay baby. Whatever you need. You wanna drive or me.”

“I wanna drive. I’ll pick you up outside your trailer in 10.”

You arrive at Eddie’s trailer and he gets in the truck. You reach over and hold his hand as you drive around Hawkins blasting your favorite music. Eventually you drive up to the lake and park down by the seaside. Leaving the music on you grab a pillow and blanket from the back of the truck and you lay down in the back. The two of you get high and then lay down beneath the stars.

Eddie wraps around you as a big spoons. Tucking his head into your neck he just listened as you hummed along to your favorite song with his hands around your waist. Eventually at your favorite part you begin to sing.

“Your mind is a stream of colors

Extending beyond our sky

A land of infinite wonders

A billion lightyears from here now”

You stop singing and start stroking the arms wrapped around your waist.

“This song reminds me of you Ed’s.”

“What?”

“The song. It reminds me of you.”

“Why?”

“Well I think your mind is beautiful Eddie. It makes my life so much brighter. I’m grateful to have you in my life Eddie. Thank you for this tonight. I really needed this.”

You hear Eddie sniffle behind you.

“I love you sweets”

“I love you too Eddie.”

He squeezes you into him and gives you a peck on the shoulder.

“Dance with me sweets”

“What?”

“Come on dance with me.”

Eddie stands from the back of the truck and pulls you with him. He begins to waltz to the song. One could debate on whether or not it was a song you could dance to but it didn’t matter he made it work.

“Wow Eddie I didn’t know you could dance.”

“My mom and I used to dance all the time. She loved to dance.”

“I wish I could have met your mom.”

“I wish you could have too. She would have loved you.” He pulls you into him so your head is resting on his shoulder. He guides the two of you back and forth to the song and every once in awhile he slowly spins you around.

After dancing for awhile he can tell you’re getting tired so he leads you back to the truck and puts you in the passenger seat. He drives you back to his trailer where he helps you get ready for bed and he lays you down and curls up behind you.

He begins to sing Into your ear. You recognize it immediately.

“Your mind is a stream of colors

Extending beyond our sky

A land of infinite wonders

A billion lightyears from here now”

When he finishes the lyrics he leaves a kiss on the top of your head.

“Goodnight sweets.”

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jsprnt · 8 months

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Healing Hearts PT.5 | Virgil van Dijk

Would a fresh start bring you more than just a new job?

C/W: nightmares, sleep paralysis, anxiety

WC: 3.515

Summary: Y/N L/N is a very skilled and praised physiotherapist. A certain event pushing her for a fresh start, as a physiotherapist for Liverpool FC. One question always being in the back of her mind: Will she be able to let go of her past and allow herself to experience new things?

She's yelling at me again, I stare at her. Just hoping she'll eventually get tired and stop talking. I take a deep breath, exhaling while leaning against the kitchen counter as she keeps on ranting. I glance around surprised, I'm back home?

"You should've stayed with him y/n! He was perfect for you, for us!" She shouts, while washing the dishes, seemingly very annoyed.

"Mom- we've had this conversation before. You know what he did- you don't feel bad for me?!"

I try to speak calmly, but my frustration gets the best of me as I raise my voice gradually.

"That doesn't matter! His mom's company and ours are in the same industry, you couldn't have sucked it all up, so we could merge when you got married to him?!"

I mumble a few cuss words under my breath, always the same shit. I loved my mother, but she could actually suggest the craziest things sometimes. How could she think the business opportunity was more important than my happiness?

I open my mouth again, trying to force words out of frustration out. I try to speak, but no noise comes out of my throat. Like my vocal cords got paralyzed in a few seconds. I grab onto my neck, my expression turning panicked. Looking at my mother for help, but she's staring, blankly. The look in her eyes sends a shiver down my spine.

The corners of my vision turn black, a fuzzy feeling washing over me.

I'm in my own apartment again, was I dreaming?

There it's staring at me, in the corner of the room. It's eyes piercing at me. It feels like it's going to pounce at me any second, a dark energy surrounding me. Fear filling my body.

I try to raise my head, but it's like my body is fighting against me, it feels like a hundred bricks are weighing down on my chest. I try to scream for it to leave, to get out. No words leave my lips, my thoughts racing wildly.

"No, go away! Leave, please!"

I squeeze my eyes shut, praying to whomever for me to wake up from this nightmare.

I gasp for air, my body finally gaining some autonomy back as I throw myself onto the floor out of panic. I was on the couch?

I groan, the hardwood floor is cold as my body is sprawled on the unwelcoming ground. I pick my body up from the floor, looking around trying to blink away my sleep. I realize my cheeks were wet from tears, I try wipe them away quickly.

I notice my bag and shoes scattered on the floor, my phone on the coffee table. The TV blaring today’s news as I had turned it on for some background noise in the house. I must've immediately fallen asleep on the couch after I came home from the training center. Too tired due to the sleepless nights I had this past week.

I check the time, deciding to eat something and to go outside to get groceries. I could lay in my bed every single day of my life if I could, but I had to at least try to do something active. Just to find a way to stay sane.

I grab my keys, shutting my door behind me as I go down. I put in my earphones, blasting my current favorite song.

The weather in Liverpool was surprisingly nice. Not too hot thankfully. I walk along my neighborhood, walking in and out of the shops greeting the staff of the shops I would regularly visit.

I walk into my apartment building again, two bags of groceries in my hands. I sing along to the song playing in my ear, trying to find some solace even on my worst days.

I walk into the elevator, pressing the button going up the highest floor. The two minutes ride is quiet, the elevator goes up smoothly, the doors sliding open. But, I'm confused by what greets me.

It's a child? Maybe around two to three years old. Whose kid escaped their apartment? I drop my groceries on the floor, squatting down to get on the child's level.

"Hey, honey. What are you doing here alone?"

My voice is gentle, looking around to see if a frantic parent is in the hallway.

The child giggles at me, her eyes twinkling as she spots a pack of gummies in my grocery bag. I grab it handing the pack to her. Trying to coax her to telling me where her parent was.

She starts waddling down the hall, I follow after her hoping she'll lead me to her home.

She stops in front of a door, it's a little further down mine. I knock twice, holding onto the toddlers hand.

The door swings open, revealing a very frantic looking women. Her eyes dart at me, then down to the toddler. She yells words of relief, picking up the child.

"Bella, baby where were you? I looked away for two minutes and you were gone!" She cradles her toddler, muttering concerned words. I notice her accent is not one from here, it's sounded almost American.

She looks at me, a smile replacing her panicked expression. She seemed young, maybe around my age?

She leans towards me, engulfing me in a grateful hug. "Thank you so much for bringing her back home."

"Oh no it's fine, I just was concerned since she was alone in front of the elevator."

We exchange some more words, followed by her inviting me in for coffee. I hesitate at first, but then remember I haven't even met most of my neighbors yet. I can at least try to get to know them. I put my groceries into apartment before walking back to my neighbor's place.

We both sit on her couch comfortably, the view in her apartment being similar to mine. I learn that her name is Sofia, she lives here with her toddler and her boyfriend. They had moved here for work apparently, her boyfriend being from Liverpool originally.

Our conversation flows nicely, it felt like catching up with a close friend. I hadn't felt this feeling in a long time. The FaceTime calls with my girls didn't feel the same as in person conversations.

I leave her apartment two hours and a new friend later...

I walk into the team bus, my bag slung around my shoulder. Eyes glued to my messages. Monet had finally gone on a date with the bartender guy. They had apparently hit it off immediately. The group chat had been blowing up since this morning, us wanting to know every single detail of their date.

My eyes dart back up around me, realizing I was one of the first in the bus. I walk down bus aisle deciding to sit all the way in the back. I chuckle to myself quietly, remembering how I would always run sit to at the back of the bus in high school.

I plop down in my seat, leaning back to see everyone else enter the bus slowly. The match today was against New Castle, the guys not being too worried since they had won against them most of the time. Sadly, Ibo had to be out of this one due to a hamstring injury, but we had estimated he'd be back in a couple of weeks.

"Can I sit here?" I look up realizing is Cody.

"Oh yeah of course, you want the window seat?"

He nods, giving me a smile. I make way for him to sit, observing the bus to see everyone else walk in seeing Joel and Virgil take the seats in the aisle next to us. The guys are given a small talk, before we finally depart, it was a three-hour ride after all.

My phone buzzed in my lap, the noise making me pause my conversation with Cody.

I giggle at the message Liz had sent. She had asked if Monet's relationship was a free booze membership for herself from now on.

"Who are you texting?" I look to my right, a smile still on my face. A curious Virgil is looking back at me, almost falling off his seat to see my phone.

I turn my phone screen, placing it on my chest and letting out a fake gasp.

"You're really nosy, you know that?" I state, turning my head back to look at Cody.

"Is he always like this?" I joke, knowing he'd play along. Our joke is played for around five minutes before we both burst out in laughter as Virgil looked a little annoyed.

"I was texting my girlfriends back home, are you happy with knowing who I'm texting hm?" I retort. He clears his throat and I can't help but notice a small smirk he is trying to fight back, his lips twitching as he tries to cover it up with running a finger on his lips.

I shake off the situation, turning back to Cody to continue our conversation before it was interrupted, again.

I notice the guys in front of the bus filming a TikTok, laughing at their banter as they tease each other.

I notice they are walking up to Cody and move my body slightly so can they film him.

I watch as he starts talking about reading a book to be occupied during the bus ride. I muffle a laugh as I hear the other guys yell about how smart he is.

I turn my head to look at the others filming a TikTok catching Virgil staring at me for a split-second. I avert my gaze, checking the notifications on my phone.

"You have Instagram?" I hear Cody look up from his book. "Of course I do, why?" This leads to the guys eavesdropping, leading to my phone buzzing with follow requests, they were definitely quick with it.

The bus finally arrives at St. James' Park after three hours, staff exits first. I grab my heavy bag, slinging it around my arm. I look around, hearing some New Castle fans booing our team. Football, it really gets the most grown men act like absolute children.

The match doesn't start the best way possible, with Trent receiving a yellow card for throwing the ball away after getting fouled. He literally slides off the pitch, making the Liverpool supporters go crazy, it did look like it hurt, but he seems to be alright.

A couple minutes later New Castle manages to score after Antony Gordon succeeds in getting past our defenders, the stadium erupting in cheers, setting Liverpool back 0-1 twenty-five minutes in.

Then New Castle gets their foot on the ball again, going into full attack mode, the ball is passed to Gordon again with Virgil right behind him and boom, Virgil making him fall straight on to the grass as his leg gets caught in Gordon's. I stand up from my chair in the medical room, arms folded due to nerves.

And thats a red. I see Virgil stand there in disbelief, I mutter some cuss words under my breath as I see the Liverpool players and Klopp try to change the referees mind. Though, their efforts seem to be in vain as Virgil starts visibly getting angry. Klopp trying to get him of the pitch and through the tunnel, before he gets even more furious.

I crack open my door, seeing him walk towards the locker rooms, he looks absolutely pissed. I leave him to cool off for now, before I go up him.

I watch Luis get subbed of for Joe, hopefully Liverpool will still manage to win with one man down.

I walk out of the medical room five minutes before half time. Knocking on the locking room door, as I wait for him to tell me to enter.

He yells a quick "come in" before I pull down the door handle. I'm greeted by a- shirtless Virgil, he raises his eyebrows in surprise.

"y/n?" I clear my throat, it's not like I hadn't seen him shirtless before during quick check ups in my office or in the gym, but this felt a little- different.

I walk up to him, sitting next to him. "Hey, just wanted to check on you. You're okay right? Any discomfort or pain?" He nods his head as if trying to reassure me. "I'm fine doctor, just a little mad right now." I give him an awkward smile. "Oh yeah- you did look really mad." We chuckle amongst each other, my hands reaching up the pat his shoulder. "You'll be fine. Trust me the guys will win this." I give him a wink before standing up to leave, feeling his eyes linger on me. Half time break would start any minute and I had wait for Dr. Woods and Davis in the medical room.

Half time break finishes, players were fine and Klopp gave them a good pep talk before they went out to the pitch again. I cross my fingers as I watch the screen in the medical room. My intense focus is interrupted my a knock in my door, yelling a "yes" as the door opens revealing Virgil, now dressed in black training clothes.

"Can I sit with you? Locker room is lonely." I laugh at his remark before urging him to sit next to me. We continue watching the match, discussing it as we go.

Darwin is finally subbed in, and before we new it he passes the New Castle defenders. Scoring a beautiful goal.

We stand up from our seats, jumping in happiness as he grabs onto my wrist happily, cheering. We settle down finally, one more goal, and we would win this.

As the 90 minutes start ticking an extra five minutes of time is added, making us both sit on the edge of our seats. Then the ball is passed to Darwin in the same manner again, we gasp, this might be it.

Of course the ball lands in the left corner of the goal. We jump up again, Virgil’s tall frame engulfing me in a suffocating hug as we both bounce from happiness. "Told you they'd win!" I yell, he doesn't pull back, as we stand there to witness the players celebrating. I clear my throat, motioning him to let go. What if someone walked in and got the wrong idea? "I will continue to trust you words y/n." He makes a funny motion, causing a laugh to leave my lips.

The game ends as we both walk back to greet the players, Virgil greeting them playfully.

They freshen up, and we walk back to the team buses.

I walk into the garage, my hands a little clammy as I grip onto my bag, since the last time I didn't have the best experience walking out alone.

"You alright?" I turn back to see Virg behind me a concerned expression on his face. "I'm fine." I say, focusing back on getting into the bus.

I sit in the back again, Virgil sitting next to me as I try to get comfortable in my seat. I watch everyone get into the bus, leaving as the ride home would get us back quite late.

I put in my earphones, the days events and my sleepless nights making me feel exhausted. I lean my head back, sighing and before I knew it I was out cold.

I'm awoken by someone shaking my shoulder slightly, my head leaning on something. I stir, opening my eyes the see Virgil looking at me softly. I rub my eyes, realizing we're back at the training center.

"You slept really nice huh? My shoulder hurts due to your head." I give him a sheepish smile, muttering a 'sorry' before we both get out of the bus.

I bid everyone goodbye as I walk up to my car. Sighing as I try to wake up fully before I start my car to drive. I'm startled by a knock on my window, jumping slightly before turning to look at the person with a bewildered expression. Of course, it had to be Virgil again, he laughs at my face motioning for me to lower my window.

I start my car and press on the window button, lowering the window fully, before turning my car off again. "What is it?" He tells me to calm down before he asks me if I'm okay. I look at him questionably. "Why are you asking me?"

"You looked a little out of it, you're okay right?"

He asks, a concerned expression on his face.

"I'm fine, I promise. I'll see you tomorrow yeah? Get some rest." He stares at me for a second before wishing me a goodnight. I smile waving as he leaves. Turning on the radio as I drive back home a couple minutes later.

I'm sitting with the guys in the canteen as we're all eating lunch. They've been discussing yesterdays game since the morning with a lot of enthusiasm. Everyone still praising Darwin for his performance.

He tries to downplay it, trying to tell everyone it was a team effort. I stop him immediately, pulling out my phone to show him an edit I stumbled across on my phone. "Look, they call it a Darwin Núñez masterclass." I say, trying to speak my best Spanish possible.

He watches my screen intently, before giving me a shy but happy smile. Making the table erupt in praises again as they take a peek at the edit.

"You know these edits are fun to watch!" One of them says as they start talking about fan edits. "They do give me an ego boost, can't lie." I snort at Trent's comment, trying cover it up with a cough. "What? Can't do that now?"

I hold myself back from laughing again, reassuring his love for edits. "You can I'm sorry. Enjoy watching your edits as you please."

I'm sat in my office chair, humming a song as I update the progress reports. I sigh, these will always be exhausting to update one by one.

I check the time, ten more minutes till I'm off. I hurry up a little making sure every detail is typed in neatly and clearly. A knock taking me out of my concentration as I save the reports.

"Come in!" I yell, packing my bag as the door is opened. I look up, it's Virgil. Damn, we had been seeing each other a lot lately.

"What's up?" I ask raising a brow. "Nothing just wanted to ask something. "What is it?"

I grab my jacket holding it against my arm as I grab my bag as well. Walking up to him, and looking up at him. "Do you remember when I promised you dinner when I hurt your nose?"

My eyes flicker into his, right he did promise that. "Yeah, I do why?" Is he asking me out right now?

"I thought you could come over to mines tomorrow, for dinner. I wanted to take you out but you know I didn't want you to be harassed by people recognizing me-" I ponder for a second before agreeing. "What time?" I ask. "At seven. Is that alright?" I nod at him as he bids me goodbye and leaves my office. Was this a date? No- he's making it up to me. That's it.

I get home, freshening up and making dinner before I call my girlfriends. I had to ask them what they thought. I call them, positioning my phone against a flower vase as I take a bite of my food.

"He wants you sooo bad, trust me. You know I'm an expert at this." Priya yells into her phone, I watch her expression intently. "She right y/n, guys don't do stuff like this to girls they don't fancy." Jul chimes in. I sigh, opening my mouth to speak. "He said he's just making up it to me though? How could it be anything else?"

"Sweet sweet y/n, don't act innocent we know you like him too~" I hear Monet say. A blush spreads on my cheeks at her words, trying to suppress the urge to laugh nervously for some reason. "No no no, I don't like him come onnn-" they start teasing me before Liz interrupts. "It's at his house, so what will you wear?"

I freeze mid bite, my eyes widening slightly. "I haven't thought of that yet." I swallow my food down as they urge me to show them my options. I place my dishes in the dishwasher before walking over to my closet, pulling out potential options as they force me to put on and model every single one, acting like they were on Americas next top model.

We all end up agreeing on a simple casual dress, it was in his house so no need to get fully dressed up. Besides, it isn't even a date!!

I jump into my bed and for the first time in a while I manage to drift off to sleep peacefully.

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𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 & 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎: “𝐈 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐘 𝐌𝐄” | 18+

𖥸 Two gym workers, also known as the strongest two men in the gym, have their eyes set on buff girl! reader and are enchanted by her legendary muscles.

𖥸 wc: 6.3k

𖥸 cw: oral (masc & fem receiving), afab reader, female bodybuilder reader, thirsty buff feral boys, gym mention, muscle worshipping the reader, big thighs, sweaty muscles, semi public sex, threesome, creampies, pure filth, horny buildup on all sides <;3

𖥸 (As you can see by my illustration this is v v v self indulgent I hope you enjoy) 💪

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Front desk worker Gojo sighed as he looked at you, lifting heavy on one of your upper body days after a long day of college work.

“Geto,” his teeth were clenched to bite back a moan as he saw your back muscles flex while you set down the dumbbells and picked up heavier ones to lift for your next set.

Geto was already looking at you. “I know.”

“No, hah, look,” Satorou nodded downward as his fellow personal trainer glanced down to see a hardening bulge in his work pants.

Geto smirked. “I know, she’s fucking jacked. It’s so hot.”

“ I mean,,, look at her arms…gonna make such a mess on myself if I keep watching, she’s so strong, shit” he whispered in response.

The white-haired man was glad the front desk area could conceal his fat boner from gym goers.

You pressed your bodyweight above your head for rep after rep, the pump in your arms and shoulders giving the two trainers you didn’t know were watching from the front desk, pumps as well…in their third legs.

“Hope she stays late so she can help us close.”

“Or just closes those thunder thighs around my face, that’s fine too. She can break my nose, honestly.”

“Maybe in the sauna so she can get her sweat all over me.” Geto pulled his man-bun tighter like he would if he could eat you out right now. He totally would. He’d storm out towards you, rip off the spandex that barely covered your ass, and eat you with reckless abandon.

“Fuck yeah, I want in.”

Their cocks both jumped when they saw you bend over to grab your phone and water bottle, music blasting in your earbuds, spandex getting swallowed by cheeks sculpted by the gods…or just squats and deadlifts, that jiggled as you walked across the gym towards a machine.

They prayed that you looking at your phone and smiling was because of a favorite song and not because of a partner’s text.

When your little glossy lips wrapped around the straw of your water bottle and your throat constricted to chug as much water as possible, you looked so adorable and unknowingly provocative.

You would wrap your cute hands around the handles of the machine , both handles that were quite thick on that piece of equipment that had them think, what if instead of those bars were their extremely girthy cocks in each of your hands? Your fingers would certainly not be able to touch then. Your grip strength was probably amazing.

They wanted you to straddle them, not the damned seat. Wanted to see the straight face you made as you worked out, falter. Just once. Would you look determined to take them down your throat, or submissive? Wondered if you had silenced your little grunts and noises on purpose. They wanted to make you scream, cry, bounce on their cocks, put your strong legs to work.

Geto decided to make his rounds putting plates that people didn’t put away, back on the plate holders. He would see how dutiful you were putting the 5 pound plates away by the other 5’s, sometimes moving the huge 45’s with ease so everything was organized. Good girl. He knew you were so subtle in looking at him, except for the day he was squatting with Gojo. You were so silly pretending like you were just taking a flex selfie in the mirror when in reality you were trying to get them both in the frame so you could touch yourself to them when going through your camera roll later. Little minx. Suguru was keen to the games you’d play. How you’d “refill your water bottle” as if it was that empty, just so they could see you pass by, and just so you could look at their fat asses and big legs on the way back to your exercise, wishing you could spot and be right behind the big men squatting an insane 6 plates like it was nothing. On each side. Not total. They were the strongest in the gym and it made your pussy clench around nothing seeing how they one-upped each other and had fun while they lifted weight that would probably break national and world records.

He was keen to how you’d smile hearing how encouraging and sweet Satorou was in training his clients. The way you played it cool in saying hi to them tonight and tried not to make too much eye contact with Geto. He was sure that when you put your phone near the scanner, which was near where he sat by the computer monitor, that he caught a whiff of your juices on your fingers. Or maybe it was a figment of his imagination. No, Gojo smelled it too, biting his tongue instead of his lip so you wouldn’t see. Sighing when you went to the locker rooms. If they didn’t have such strong legs they’d already be wiped out because you made their knees feel so damn weak.

They would always perv out when you’d walk by in your baggy clothes, wondering what little shorts and small top you’d have today when you took off the pump covers. It was like unwrapping a little present and it gave them so much joy each time when your pretty face came in, then turned into a game face, and you went through the process of peeling off clothing layers to reveal a Greek goddess physique. Gojo wanted to unwrap the entire candy, taste your gooey drippy center.

Geto talked to you the months you prepared for your bodybuilding competition, seeing you practicing your posing, the days your veins and shredded muscles would stand out so sexily on your figure. You were so dedicated, and so nice, even though you were really looking forward to eating an entire feast of junk food after the show and probably felt so grumpy the more you neared the show day. It’s an entire process to manipulate your salt and water intake, your entire lifestyle, the way you’d manipulate the amount of rice you ate, the posing practice, the cutting out your favorite foods, the glamming up and buying of a sparkly suit. You’d wear your heels in the gym and practice your posing sometimes in the yoga room when it was empty. And when you told him casually you had won first place, he had expected nothing less.

Now here you were, growing, getting stronger, and your ass was begging to be grabbed.

He knew because he was right behind you, and you turned around, looking up and smiling. He waited as you took out a Bluetooth ear bud.

“You’re so helpful in putting the plates back, but please conserve your energy for your sets, miss hulk.”

He knew you wouldn’t take it the wrong way. Like you couldn’t handle putting plates on and off the machine. He knew you could handle everything all on your own. But this was his way of being a gentleman whilst acknowledging your muscle mommy status.

“Aww are you sure?” Your voice was so sweet, yet so full of some sort of tension. Your eyes looked down to Geto’s knockers of pecs, then back up to admire his half up man bun look. You wanted to pull his hair.

“Positive, you crazy beast. Shoulders are looking massive by the way, y/n.”

He gave you a fist bump and you both thought of how big his fist looked compared to yours.

“Oh stop, just trying to get your jojo delts, big boy.” Big boy. He tried to suppress his blush at the stupid nickname but blood can’t be manipulated unless you lift weights or get a release of sorts.

He winked. “I’ve got some new forearm equipment and cable pieces if you just ask Gojo or me. I’ll stop harassing you, nice to see you tonight.”

“Not bothering me at all, I’ll definitely go up. Also I know it’s close to closing I can help you guys, I feel bad, or I’ll try and hurry up—“

“My lady, please don’t rush. Let us take care of it. We’ve got you. Finish your work out on your own time. It’s your planet, we’re just living in it. If you need extra weight me or Gojo will be up there for you to grab.” You giggled.

He spoke with so much authority, with such smoothness and wit. All whilst being such a dork. So you nodded and went back to sit on the machine to start your set.

He saw the sweat mark on the machine seat, like the freak he is, with the outline of your ass and wet little pussy printed on there all pretty. You still had that ripe aroma, except now you smelled even sweeter up close… and breedable. He made his rounds in cleaning and reported back to Gojo.

Gojo smiled. It was so dead in this fucking gym. The night crew of Maki and Nobara (seriously when was their wedding) and the buff guys, including the best gym bros Yuuji and Todo, said their goodbyes ten minutes before closing. True gym etiquette. And you, the only exception to the policy? You were so focused. You took some pre-workout caffeine mix right before your arrival so you were having major tunnel vision in pushing the weights and getting maximal blood flow. Bicep vein popping. Sharp lines and ab lines. You had no idea they locked the doors.

Half of the gym lights were off and that’s all you knew, so you wrapped it up and began to put the weights back.

“Oi, y/n,” Gojo hoped you heard him a little as he waved. You smiled at the snow-haired man. Putting your headphones away, “ay vanilla gorilla, what’s up?”

His crystalline eyes glimmered darkly for a second. “So creative as usual. You flatter me, but my back ain’t as big as a silverback yet. Hey. Join us in the sauna; it’s our closing routine. It’ll be relaxing.”

You thought for a second.

He added, “we can even get some late night Korean bbq if you’d like as well, if you can.”

You grinned. “Right now I’m on that see food and eat it meal plan so I’m totally down!!!”

The corners of his lips turned up slightly. “Great, see you there.” He whispered something under his breath. Princess. But you didn’t know if he said that. Nah. in your dreams.

He smelled so good. You wanted him and Geto to throw you around and manhandle you so badly but it would probably never happen. They probably had girlfriends and saw you as a gym buddy. But still.

“Mm, Geto?”

The 6’2” brunet near the deadlift platform perked up.

“Yes, my ladyship?”

Gosh his silly little titles for you made you feel so conflicted because you wished, hopelessly, that he was flirting with you.

“While I still have a pump are you able to help me take a flexing video? It’s hard to do it myself.”

“No, ma’am, actually no filming allowed in the gym,” he winked, taking your phone and cueing you to move back towards the best lighting.

You made your flexes and he whistled and hyped you up. When you were done and he handed you the phone, you laughed.

“Wow you made me not look like a midget in this video like anyone else would when they help me!”

Geto smirked. That probably includes her exes who want to look good themselves but could give a rat’s ass about her, he mused. How one of them decided he no longer wanted to lift with her and felt he was too good for her, was beyond him. It should’ve been the other way around.

“Well, I can always help you out in any way you need, film you whenever you’d like. Just promise to send me them too so I can learn how to pose from you,” he wiggled his eyebrows. Your heart skipped a beat. Was he joking around? You had no idea.

“Oh I suck at posing, but if you think I’m good then I guess I am and I’ll send you my boring flexing videos,” you laughed.

Your blush deepened when his dark eyes sparkled. “Well I think you’re fucking perfect, y/n.”

Your oblivious ass laughed and shook your head in absolute stupid denial. You were confident in yourself but he was just so friendly and hot it made you question everything and you had to keep telling yourself to stay calm.

Plus how ugh, he and Gojo are so tall, and he smelled so crisp, so yummy. How were you going to survive in a little stuffy sauna where scents were only magnified, and your arousal will get only hotter in the hot ass room?

You swallowed thickly and felt wetness trickle in your panties when you saw Gojo sitting with his head back in the sauna, white hair let down in messy damp waves framing his oceanic eyes. His shirt? Nowhere to be seen. Instead a little black towel draped over his neck to bring out his bright hair. Sweat and moisture began to glaze over rippling abs and a wide expanse of thick, carved muscles.

You took your shoes off. As was the policy, and set your stuff down besides your water bottle. Then opened the door and stepped in.

“Oh, hi guys,” Gojo smiled, unfazed by how hot it was in the room.

“Hey,” you chirped, stepping on the wooden level of seats that Satorou’s head was near, sitting in the corner so you could see both him and Geto, who. Also. Had his shirt. Off. Great. When did he find the time to do that? Made sense though, since they wore polos. Didn’t want to make their work outfits too nasty, you figured.

You were throbbing down there, and watched as Geto took off his hair tie, his hair fell down gorgeously, and he held his hair tie between sharp canines as he put it up into a high pony with some wisps hanging out.

“What’s the matter, tough girl?” Geto’s teasing voice lilted as he smirked up at you.

“Oh, I just like your hairstyle.” Geto chuckled, satisfied. Not checking your big daddy arms out…or anything like that.

“How was your shoulder and back workout, Y/n?” Gojo asked.

Oh so he was watching you. You never told him what you were working on today. Hopefully your form was alright. Well of course it was, you have perfect technique and lift slowly and as controlled as possible, even during explosive lifts with heavy weights. Of course he wouldn’t question it either. But you were such a perfectionist who worked hard in all you did.

“It was great! Lifted heavy for both. I know it’s a big range of muscles to work out but considering I missed yesterday’s shoulder day I had to make it up by raw-dogging both.”

Geto thought, excellent word choice, she can raw dog two muscle groups at a time, huh. Maybe raw-dogging two more big muscle groups wouldn’t hurt.

He smiled, voice so deep, “I bet your rear delts are going to be so sore tomorrow.”

“Hopefully. I’m trying to get big melon delts like you guys, and being sore would be a reward,” you knocked on his shoulder as if it was metal and hissed, shaking off your hand like your knuckles hurt, making the two men crack up at your antics.

“All lies. We’re trying to get as big as you. Say, Y/n, how does one get such massive traps like yours?” Gojo’s left arm rested and stretched out on the platform you sat on. His hand was inches away from your butt. So close, yet so far.

You let out a little laugh, getting goosebumps in even the hot-ass room. “Stress and carrying my team at work or in school group projects.”

“Really? I can help you get some of the knots out if you’d like.“

“Damn for free? You look like you’d be good at massaging too.”

“I could be.” His hand went from being so close to you to patting the space next to him. You stood up and hopped all the way down to the ground like a lil cat.

“While I’m up I’ll turn the heat up, too.”

“Great idea,” Geto chimed. “Reaping the sauna benefits more.”

They both checked out your ass hungrily and shamelessly, practically drooling and wanting to just grab you by the thighs and devour you with their hands.

You didn’t know because they were so much better at looking at your ass without getting caught, than you were at looking at their asses without getting caught.

You settled with your back to Gojo on the spot he patted, and felt big, heavy, rough hands engulf almost your entire shoulders. You took a deep breath as he kneaded you so well, pin-pointing all your pressure points that made you react under his big fingers. He was firm and applied the perfect amount of pressure. Maybe you’d milk it so he’d manhandle all of your sorest muscles. You wanted it to hurt a little bit.

“Can you possibly go a little bit harder?”

“Like this?” He upped his pressure and squeezing of your shoulders perfectly.

“Mm, perfect,” you were trying not to moan as a hand snaked up to encircle the back of your neck and squeeze. You shivered. Your neck was so sensitive and he was sending chills up and down your spine with every movement.

“You’re so fucking tight, y/n, shit,” Gojo’s husky voice sounded like he was calling something else tight, not your traps. “Sugu, come feel this.”

A set of hot, calloused hands that were just as large and heavy rubbed skillfully at your slowly loosening traps.

You accidentally let out a little mewl, and it was not lost on the men how your neck relaxed in his hold and your head tilted obediently however he’d move around your neck.

“Wow she is tight,” Geto’s smirk was in his voice behind you. As he pretended to ignore the little mewl that drove him nuts just now. He was wrapping you around the tip of his finger.

“You guys are so good at this! The stress is leaving my body seriously,” you were trying to act normal, like you didn’t just moan right now.

“Come to us if you ever need to let off some steam,”

“I certainly will.” You were trying to play it cool to not ruin your friendship with the super nice gym workers, but you were getting so wet and they had so much fucking testosterone and their voices were so low in your ears, they were so so close to you, and it was getting really difficult to fight off your wet dreams all these nights of them having their way with you, ramming into you and taking turns cumming inside you, maybe spit roasting you, and and and ……

Your lids became heavy and you were throbbing, hoping they didn’t notice you squeezing your legs together. Geto’s huge hand was now almost choking you from the front, as his other hand’s thumb rubbed deeply into your pressure point on your back.

“Nnrggh, right there, fuck,” your back arched a tiny bit.

“Aww, I love making you feel good, am I better than Gojo at this?” His silken voice rumbled playfully in your ear, pretending not to know you basically were moaning and begging for his touch. You sounded so pretty when you begged.

“Hey, not fair. Y/n, how does your lower body feel?” Gojo was now in front of you, kind of pouting with his blue kaleidoscope eyes boring into yours. He will one-up his gym bro, in all things including making their shared crush feel good and pulling noises from her.

You hissed through your teeth as Geto rubbed circles down your spine, which made your hairs stand on end from your erogenous zones being touched. You had no idea he was so close to you waiting for you to lean back onto him.

“S-sore as always, my hips feel tight as hell, also this can seriously not be free”

Gojo chuckled. “For you, doll, anything is free. Look, I can massage those tree trunk legs so you don’t feel that tightness, I bet walking sucks for you.” If only he made walking really suck for me.

“Holy shit I can’t pass—pass up a deal like that,” your voice was a bit higher from arousal and you found yourself stumbling on your words. Hello, brain? Why aren’t you working properly? We’re all just friends.

Gojo looked lost in thought with an unreadable hazed expression over his eyes, thumb stroking his chin for a second. “Mm, good. Anything for our favorite tigress. You work so hard.”

Big hands began to squeeze at your thighs, slender fingers kneading , thumbs pressing into your soft inner thighs. You had to really control your breathing through your nose so it didn’t look labored since Gojo was right in front of you.

Geto’s hands were at your hips, thumbs pressing into your lower back.

“Shit, ‘to, you need to feel how muscular her thighs are. Y/n flex. Holy shit!!! That is such a flex!”

Your voice cracked a little in trying to hold back your moan, and you giggled. “Thank you, I just do a shit ton of squats and deadlifts.”

“Such a dedicated pretty lil muscle mommy,” Geto murmured, hands moving higher up your thigh near the hem of your tiny shorts. Awfully close to—

“Y/n is a muscle mommy indeed, like crush me between these thighs like a watermelon. You need to be worshipped 24/7.” Both men were admiring your pretty legs in those tiny, tiny shorts.

“I um—n-no I don’t,” you stammered as the heat of the sauna, the way Geto kneaded your thigh a mere couple inches away from your pussy, the electric bolt sent to your clit, your feeling of his big heavy thick arm holding you still under your arms, the praise, the tension, it was too much and your voice was thick with lust. But theirs were thicker.

You flipped the straw to your water flask open and it hissed, squirting cold water all over your face, and you barely flinched. Geto’s thumb wandered to near your pussy lip and you whimpered, sucking on your straw to unsuccessfully distract yourself, and spread your legs farther instinctively.

Gojo had enough. The tension, he agreed, was too damn much. “Fuck. Such a good girl, you look so good like this. Done pretending I don’t need you right now.” You looked delicious in the dark sauna as your brain was slowly processing what he just said. With water dripping down your chin, between your pecs, over some of your thighs, the rest of your body covered in a glowy aura of sweat. Dressed well but disheveled. A goddess walking the earth, and the only woman to show him what angels looked like. He brought a hand up to cup your jaw and without warning, crashed his soft, glossy lips onto yours. Your lips danced as if they were lost dates in a ballroom and he parted the kiss, icy blues peering into your soul. “Taste so sweet.”

Two of Geto’s big, thick fingers suddenly shoved into your slick walls, and your jaw dropped in shocked pleasure. Gojo, ever the opportunist, diving back in and using his thick tongue to explore your mouth. You began to kiss back, moaning as the ebony haired man started to move his fingers inside you, trying to find your sweet spot. Your hands had to brace yourself behind you, and you grabbed onto Geto’s meaty thighs. “Mmm Geto—Gojo—“ your voice was muffled as you kept making out with the white haired man. A gasp and tightening of your grip on his thighs indicated that Geto found it, and he took his fingers out of you to taste your slick.

“Damn Gojo, you’re right. She tastes delicious.”

He kissed and bit on your neck, grabbing handfuls of your ass and groaning. “Lady, we’ve been wanting you ever since you stepped foot in this gym years ago.”

His mauve eyes were so intense as you looked up at him since he made you face him. Hold on. Wait. They were working that long ago? You never noticed. But clearly they noticed you long ago. How long were they pining after you?

You hummed a questionable “hmm?” Before Gojo broke the kiss to agree. His voice was laced with not just desire. He was ravenous for you, feral even. “You’re growing so fucking strong, who wouldn’t want you? You’re our Greek goddess who sculpted herself. Fuck you’re so driven and strong, Y/N it turns me on like nothing else to see you be so jacked like you could just destroy me”

Geto plunged his fingers back into you and you keened at the praise and the feeling of him stretching you out.

“Tight pretty girl, why don’t you give us a little flex, treat us a little. Let us worship you.”

You were too dumb on his fingers to feel anymore shame to do the silly request, and you flexed your arms. Gojo felt up your biceps and kissed and sucked them, while Geto licked circles on your neck and shoulders pumping his big fingers in and out of your dripping sex.

Your head was spinning, the two men began to sandwich you between their muscles, and Gojo started playing with the hem of your shorts.

You were reduced to whines and little pleas.

“Shit you’re so fucking wet, Y/n,” Geto practically growled, and you arched back into him. Your head rested on his chest, which felt so squishy because of his tiddies. He held you down in place with a big arm so you didn’t buck your hips too much…you just had to take him fingering you and driving you wild.

“S’because I think about you guys all the time,” your nails dug into Geto’s arm but he didn’t stop fingering you and rubbing circles around your pert little clit.

“Oh, is that so, love?” Gojo nibbled on your other ear, so close to you that you could smell the delicious abundance of pheromones coming off these two men, making your heart race besides Geto’s fingers and the heat.

“‘M always soaking wet going to the gym and seeing you, cancelled a gym membership I wasn’t using because this is m-my favorite, I get to see my favorite big men,” your hand traced down Gojo’s abs, and he moaned.

“Oh is that so? Do me a favor. Lose the clothes, sweetheart.”

You complied as the men gave you a little bit of space and began to undress themselves as well, showing big strong meaty man thighs that you just wanted to bite and ride. And better yet—when they took off their boxer briefs—big, thick cocks slapped their abs and bobbed up and down, arousal pooled all the way down there. Dripping precum. So much fucking meat. So many pretty veins. You gasped when you saw them and they chuckled.

“You can handle anything, Y/n. So you can handle us, right? Fit us inside you?” Geto stroked his cock slowly, panting with arousal as pleasing you and your hot, tight little pussy got him so riled up. His dark eyes seemed to plead for your agreement. They’ve both sported boners since you worked out so finally taking the pants off felt so good.

“Mm, I want to prep her a bit more Geto, can we do that?” Gojo put a towel down and motioned for you to sit on the higher seat and you obliged. “Such a good, obedient girl.” He put your legs over his wide shoulders and two long fingers made a V and spread your puffy pussy lips to admire your perked up clit and how wet you were. He flattened his tongue and swirled it over your clit ferociously.

“Gojo!!! Ahhh,” you mewled as you bucked into his face. He began to make out with your pussy all sloppily, lapping up your juices, swirling all over, up and down, and inside you. Eating you out like he was famished. “Usually I don’t like to eat my sweet desserts first but—“ your juices were dripping down his chin already and he looked so gorgeous with his messy white hair, “now I need to eat it before dinner, and after dinner, for breakfast, and lunch, forever and ever if it’s you.” His tongue kept fucking you as he rubbed the entire alphabet over your clit, and it was too much for poor you. Your legs began to entrap his head and instead of going up for air, his other arm hooked around them to bring your thighs even closer together and choke him out more.

Geto was nibbling, sucking and twirling your nipples between his fingers. One of your hands dug into Gojo’s hair pulling him down and making the man moan, and another one of your hands dug into Geto’s silky locks to pull him in to kiss you. He growled as you tugged him in. You tasted a little hint of yourself on his mouth from when he tasted his fingers. He brought up an experimental hand to choke you and you bit his bottom lip, licking it after. He smirked, choking you harder and you spasmed under both men’s touches, moaning as Geto kept kissing you and dominating your mouth as you began to feel light headed. They were pumping their cocks, and Geto stood at your level, so you were eye level to his fat cock, a sexy happy trail going from his carved abs to his goods. You took him in your hand and licked a stripe up the precum that was dribbling down his large bottom vein.

“Fuck, just like that sweetheart,” a heavy hand rested on top of your head, and he didn’t move or fuck your face. You licked all the way up to his swollen pink head, which you sucked and licked circles.

You looked into his heavy lidded eyes as he moaned deeply, the hot sound and Gojo’s hastening ministrations on you making you moan around him. And with that vibration, Geto lost control and began to thrust into your mouth, and in response you bobbed your head. Your jaw was going to hurt so bad later from this huge cock but you didn’t care whatsoever, struggling to take even half of his cock yet you were determined. They were right. You could barely even hold the entirety of his or Gojo’s girth with your middle finger and thumb touching. “So—good—fuck,” he hissed.

Gojo was absolutely drunk on your pussy. He knew he could spend hours between your muscular thighs, slurping and lapping at your overstimulated sex. Curling his fingers into the sweet spot he also found. You could feel yourself getting close, so close, and you began to sob into Geto’s cock, legs shaking and holding onto his huge thighs for stability as you twisted his cock and gave him the best blowjob of his life.

They knew you were getting close.

“God you’re so hot,” Geto was breathless, as you would try to keep eye contact with him whenever you weren’t rolling your eyes back. “Cum for us.”

And with that, as Gojo switched his hand and mouth, rubbing circles on your clit quickly with his index and fucking your sensitive walls with his tongue, you came undone, bucking into his face, silently screaming, switching eye contact between both men, making them groan.

“Holy shit, Gojo, that’s so hot,” Geto without warning thrusted deeper than you could handle. You gagged, and with that felt hot seed go down your throat into your belly.

“Such a champ, sweetheart.” He was still pretty hard, and held your chin up to kiss you and taste his release and your mouth. Your pussy and ears were buzzing and you were so distracted you didn’t realize Gojo was lining himself up with your entrance. He rubbed your clit a little bit with his tip, then plunged in, making you gasp and whine at the same time. Nothing could prepare you for how fucking big either of them were, and tears that threatened to fall from sucking Geto off fell from the burning stretch in your walls.

“A-ah, hurts! S’too big,” you cried, and he rubbed your thigh soothingly.

“I know, darling, I know. You can take it though, yeah? Be our little cocksleeve.” You moaned in agreement and bit your lip. Geto kissed your forehead and stroked your hair.

Inch by inch, he went deeper and deeper until he bottomed out. “How are you feeling, Princess?” He asked through clenched teeth.

“Please, I n-need you to fuck me,” you cried, and with your permission he wasted no time, bucking into you wildly. Sounds of skin slapping skin and wet squelching filled the sauna, and his sweat dripped on to you making you more aroused. You realized not all of it was sweat. Some of it was your juices that you squirted onto him. And he loved it.

You grew dizzy as he held one of your thighs up and bent the other one up in a half mating press. He went deeper inside you than any man has gone before and with Geto being so large too…fuck. You were screaming his name and sobbing, as Geto choked you a little again and bit on your neck to mark you up as his.

You desperately clung onto any muscles you could, and you looked and felt drunk on pleasure.

“Been wanting you so bad for so long, both of us did,” Gojo moaned, barely out of breath as overwhelming pleasure clouded your vision.

Geto added, “you’re going to be our strong little pet, built to take us both so perfectly.” You were so wet and dumb that juices dribbled down your ass and created a white ring around Gojo’s cock.

“Wonder whose kids you’ll be having first, Y/n?” The raven-haired man was thinking out loud. It took you a second.

“Wait wha—hahhh!” Gojo was kissing your cervix and bruising your walls, but when he put his palm on your tummy to feel his bulge through your stomach, and thumbed your clit, you saw stars again and clamped down on him.

Gojo was getting close as well as he rammed into you, his balls slapping against your ass, thinking about putting his kids inside you.

He moaned as your whines filled his ears and made him go insane, wanting to absolutely ruin you and fill you over and over again. And with that, you came another time, squeezing his cock as he thrusted deeply into you, and finished inside you, filling you with his hot seed as deep inside you as he could before pulling out.

Some cum oozed out of your winking pussy because you were already so dripping wet before getting fucked.

Geto got up. “My turn!!” He grinned darkly to you. Gojo took his place near your face, and Geto manhandled you to be bent over on your knees, mouth near Gojo’s cock. Your head took residence between his strong thighs. He was still hard. How the hell…

You knew what to do, so dumb on the dick and wanting more inside you, you whimpered and took him in your mouth and hands, giving Gojo puppy eyes. He stroked your hair, biting his pretty lip at the sight. A smack left your ass stinging, and a second blow made you moan around Gojo’s big cock.

But what made you moan even louder was Geto stretching you out all over again and fucking you slowly while rubbing your clit making you twitch around him.

He then held your hips up with his strong arms to be a more exaggerated doggy and fucked you at a bruising pace, hitting your sweet spot he memorized over and over and over.

You whimpered a muffled “Geto” as you had Gojo stuff your mouth and you palmed his balls, making him and Geto groan in unison.

“Mm you like that? Like getting dicked down by two guys?”

“Let’s take a bet. Who’s going to be the first baby daddy, Y/n?”

You were so lost in pleasure you couldn’t even answer.

A slap on the ass made you sob, and you palmed Gojo’s tip. “Ah-sorry what was the question?”

Geto pulled all the way out to slam back into you at the hilt, making you scream.

“It’s ok. I’ll repeat myself. I—said—who—will—be—the—first—dad?” He grunted between deep slamming thrusts, you whimpering in each one.

“I-I don’t know, nghh why don’t you put so many inside me I have both of your babies,” you slurred out, just wanting to be bred by them.

Geto liked that answer. Gojo put himself back into your mouth and thrusted into you. You were in denial this was even happening; it felt like the best dream ever. Being spit roasted by your crushes.

Gojo was the first to finish, down your throat. Geto waited, and not long after he also came inside you, leaving you absolutely creampied with both of their loads thoroughly mixed and dripping out of you.

“You’re so good, sweet Y/n,” “did so good,” they said to you, kissing their favorite muscular lady and wiping you clean. Gojo wiped your juices off of him, Geto wiped himself too, and they helped you up.

“So. You, Gojo, Me, K-barbecue, 2am?” Geto put his hair back up in his signature style.

“Yes.”

“Fucking famished.”

“Same. Let’s get dressed.”

They helped you out of the gym and babied you before and after dinner. You would definitely be sleeping in tomorrow. In Geto’s bed with him and his roomie Gojo on either side of you, you warming Geto’s cock. Both men keeping their sweet little gem safe and sound.

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a/n: I really don’t know how I feel about the entire fic but if I didn’t post it would eat away at me until I died so LMAO 🤣

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sugar-omi · 10 months

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i HAVE TO SHARE THISW SOMEONE!!! picture this . marching band cove . ghegegrgrrgrgrrbrbrbnnnn. i’m on colorguard and i think he would march mello or trumpet 🎺🎺🎺🎺🎺🎺🎺🎺🎺 EEEEE i’m sorry for gushin

omg idk anything about marching band or instruments

i literally played violin once in 3rd grade and i havent touched one since

ANYWAY YES YES YES AND ALSO YOU REMINDED ME ABT WHAT I WAS THINKING OF EARLIER (eta: okay this... became a bit more nsfw at the end than I intended but it's just implied and I can't be bothered to move this to a separate post since I'm on my phone rn but I think I need to write a full fic on this.

ANYWAY IF U WANNA SKIP THRU THIS GO AHEAD BC I RAMBLED WAY TOO MUCH N IM SORRY I TOTALLY TOOK OVER UR RAMBLE <///3 TYSM FOR GUSHING TO ME <33333 cove playong a instrument of any kind would be so asffdfhjlhq AND HE'DBE A BIT SASSY N HE JUST KNOWS HES THE SHIT... PLS...)

okay imagine band au and lets say youre the main singer, and cove is on bass/electric guitar or smth

and a lot of your songs start to become about cove. about being in love with him. about thinking about having him in your bed. about his eyes and how he makes you feel like you're drowning bc you love him so much.

and sometimes you lean into him during a song, doing a little dance step with him and the audience can see how much you yearn for each other.

OR EVEN BETTER IN MY OPINION

you are a backup singer or play an instrument as well, and cove is still on bass/electric guitar and while the main singer is doing the songs, you and cove are in the back giving heart eyes to each other and if you're not on drums or doing the keyboard (or playing any other instrument that requires sitting, idk) then you two lean into each other, maybe doing a little spin or smth and just as all over each other as you can be while performing.

and the pap have a FIELD DAY with it

so does your fans!!!!

and no matter what your position in the band is, there are thousands of photos and articles of you two leaving a restaurant together, or laughing over food and drink from thru the windows

or they see you wearing cove's jacket or shirt...

cove leaving your house early in the morning, or in interviews you two are giving heart eyes and even better if one or both of you is giving bedroom eyes to the other (they love asking if you two are dating or fucking)

if you don't mind having a laugh over confusing the paparazzi and even do it yourself. cove will shrug or smirk and go "wouldn't you like to know." and he'll put a arm around you and lead you away from all the reporters.

(implied sex under the cut👍👍👍👍🫶)

imagine getting drunk and kissing each other. you're so lost in the music blasting in the club and the taste of each others lips, and when cove's tongue slips into your mouth you can't even think abt if there's the flash of cameras because the flashing club lights help add to your daze when cove pulls away, grinning about how much he loves you and when you say you love him too, you find yourself in your managers car.

they're complaining about how much you've drank, but they drop you off at cove's house and speed off so they can go pick up the rest of your members, hoping they haven't gotten as drunk as you two in the time they've been gone.

you don't pay attention to any of it, walking on shaky feet to cove's front door and he's more busy kissing your neck than finding his keys so you push him up against the door and take his keys from his back pocket, stumbling through the door when you finally get it open with much struggle.

and you crash onto his bed, cove grinning drunkily up at you, his big hands felt like they were burning your skin and it's all such a blur of lips, tongue, loud moaning, and "I love you"'s

when you wake up its because of your manager blowing up your phones, and when cove fumbles for your phone that's ringing on the floor beside the bed, he answers w a groggy "hello..?"

(it makes your manager madder but you don't know that)

he puts it on speaker, just letting them yell about the pictures the pap published from last night.. and like the assholes yall are you go to the camera app, settling yourself in cove's lap and he pulls the sheets up to cove your lower halves, the sheet caught between his arm and your exposed (and thoroughly marked) back, cove giving the camera a hooded look as he hides his smile in your shoulder..

your manager starts yapping about something, you weren't paying attention, trying to shush each others giggles as you move around to take another picture, this time with your hands tangled in cove's hair and giving him a kiss (if you can even call it that since you're both smiling too much)

and as your manager finally stops ranting...

"you might wanna check my insta." and you hang up before they can start yelling again <3

#olba #cove holden #our life: beginnings & always #cove holden x reader

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ashrodisiac · 10 months

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Obsessed w/ that pink nymph

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⌞ OBSESSED W/ THAT PINK NYMPH ⌝

╰┈─➤ Reader that absolutely loves king mel Melanie Martinez!!

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ʚ modern au

ʚ w/ mitsuri and obanai (seperate)

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OBANAI

“Love?” he called out for you from the bedroom, while you were busying yourself in the kitchen. “Y/n!” he yelled out louder, but you still didn’t seem to hear him. He groaned, frustrated, and got up by himself from the bed. Kaburamaru shook in its sleep, curled on the pillow, raising a scaly eyelid and tilting its head as its owner left. When Obanai got closer to you, he realized you had earphones plugged in, clogging any other sounds. He quickly took you in a tight hug, pulling your waist, making you jump and yelp out. Locking his hands on your abdomen, he pulled one of them back and brushed your hair away from your ears, taking the earphones off and letting them hang by their wire. ”Hey! why’d you do that?” you whined, pushing yourself off him with wet hands from the sink, getting his clothes damp. “You couldn’t hear me,” he said, yawning as if you weren’t trying to wrestle yourself from him just now. “I was calling you.”

You sighed. “You expect me to hear you over music on full blast?”

“What are you even listening to in the first place?”

You slipped one of your hands out of his grasp and took one of the earphone buds, placing it in his ear.

“...phology, not psychology Be the manic pixie dream girl that you fuckin' ought to be Damaged oddity, bought by Sotheby's Auctioned to a selfish man who thinks that he's the prophecy.”

He nearly let go of you when he felt the sudden vibration go through his head. “So loud!” he muttered, forcing the earphone off. You shrugged, then smiling. “That’s how I like my music. Loud until I’m deaf.”

You turned around, but your waist still pressed against his with his arms around you, pressing the button which lowered sounds on your phone. The earphones wire were plugged in the little socket hole, and he saw Spotify open, with the song titled NYMPHOLOGY nearing its end. When you lowered the volume a little, you put the earbud again in his ear, the music a little less loud now.

“...Ar in all the movies Wears me out, big pockets, I am her favorite locket Keeps them droolin'....”

He noticed the beat was completely different from the one when the music was practically blasting his ears off. “Is this the same song?”

you nodded. “It’s the interlude called “ Amulet “. The song’s called Nymphology, by Melanie Martinez!” he saw the obvious grin spread across your face as you mentioned this singer’s name. “You’re a fan, huh?” he chuckled, putting the earphone in your ear instead of his now. You nodded. “I love Mel!”

You end up telling him all about her as you’re doing stuff at the countertop. He’s acting like he’s forced to listen, but he does actually enjoy your stories about the peculiar split-hair colored girl who died and was reincarnated as a nymph.

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MITSURI

Mitsuri always found you humming to a song, sometimes softly muttering lyrics under your breath, which she found cute.

She’s heard you do it so much, she learned the words perfectly without listening to the official song from you, and finally decided to ask you about it as you were eating dinner with her.

“Hey, dear?” she said, in between chewing, spooning another scoop of food into her lips. “Hm? What’s up?” you responded, meeting eyes with her. “What’s that one song called?” she said, tapping her cheek. “The one that you always sing...”

Unaware that you ever did sing since you did it while zoning out, you were quite confused. “Huh? what song?”

She giggled at your confused expression. “The one that goes, “You are the light I’ve been searching for forever”. I hear you everyday! Your voice is so angelic.” she grinned widely. You were unable to tell her about the pieces of food stuck in the corners of her teeth, as per bringing up a conversation about your favorite song perked your ears up. “Light shower?” you asked, reaching for your phone in your pocket. “I can play it for you if you’d like,”

she nodded eagerly. “Please do!”

You set your phone on the table, and let the soft instrumental intro begin. She tilted her head, clearly already liking it.

“ You are the light I've been searchin' for forever Feels like, man, I've really never felt the rain Buried in the desert, didn't think I'd push through the dirt You just cleansed me like a waterfall, you came. ”

She softly started to go along with the singing, knowing the lyrics at heart, but having difficulty matching with the beat as it was her first time actually hearing the actual song. It was so cute to hear her stumble on words, realizing she got the tone wrong as she tried to sing with Melanie. All you could hear was the peaceful sound of that until the ending of the song...

“ But you made me want to Plan out my last days on earth, eating you Ooh-ooh-ooh The tips of your teeth fit perfect in me You're a shower of light I'd devour any day of the week (Baby, cleanse me). “

When it came to an end, Mitsuri was grinning. “I know all the lyrics!” she said proudly. “Yes you do,” you smiled back at her, then spooned another scoop of your food that you had accidentally left abandoned while listening to the song with Mitsuri doing a poor but at least cute attempts of tagging along.

She ends up re-watching the K-12 film with you almost every night, acting as if she didn’t know what would happen next, as if she hadn’t watched it the night before with you. She listens to the songs, crying to the emotional ones and singing with the ones she found to be happy. You’ve done it. You made Mitsuri a MELON MARTINI FAN :exploding_head:

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I MADE THIS BECAUSE I AM OVERLY OBSESSED WITH MELDOODLE MARSH!! WHERE ARE MY FELLOW EARTHLINGS AND CRYBABIES. COME BACK FROM THE DEAD BACK FROM THE DEAD

( im sorry :sob: )

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bradleybeachbabe · 1 year

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“If I have to listen to Michael Buble sing about Christmas one more time...” and “No you can’t have the aux cord.” with hangman for the winter blurb night? <3

you got it <3

warnings: not proofread

you and jake just got done christmas shopping. you both went out christmas shopping together for his parents and his sisters. they were planning on coming from texas to california to spend christmas with you two.

“okay. i think we are finally done shopping for my parents and my sisters,” jake said, as he put the last shopping bag in the back of his truck.

“okay, so should we head back home and start wrapping the gifts then?” you asked.

“yeah we should.”

jake closed the back of his truck. he then walked over to the driver’s side of his truck. you walked over to the passenger side of his truck. you and jake were back in his truck, and were now heading home.

“i have a question,” you randomly blurted out.

“what is it?”

“can i have the aux cord please,” you asked him.

“no, you can’t have the aux cord,” jake quickly said.

“why?” you pouted.

“because,” was the only thing that jake said.

“because why?” you asked.

“because if i have to listen to michael buble sing about christmas one more time…i’m seriously going to stop the car, and walk home instead, so then i don’t have to hear him sing. plus, i have noticed that i’m starting to get a headache from hearing him sing on repeat,” jake said annoyingly.

“hey! it’s not my fault that i love his christmas songs. i can’t help it,” you said defensively. “plus, i thought you found it cute when i blast the christmas songs that he sings, and sing my heart out.”

“i do, but sometimes you overplay his music. that’s why.”

“oh, but what am i supposed to play then? huh?” you asked.

“i don’t know,” jake shrugged his shoulders. “uh- anything that isn’t a michael buble christmas song.”

“ugh fine,” you groaned. you plugged the aux cord into your phone and went into youtube and typed a christmas song that wasn’t one that michael buble sings. the song that you were typing, and were about to play, was, “i’ll be home for christmas,” by frank sinatra. the song meant a lot to jake, so you thought that you should play it since he is tired of listening to michael buble on repeat. you clicked on the song and the intro of the song started to play through the speakers in jake’s truck. you immediately noticed that when the intro of the song started playing. you saw out of the corner of your eye that jake started to form a smile on his face.

“aw, you know how much this song means a lot to me, sweets,” jake smiled.

“i know,” you nodded. “that’s i picked it.”

jake grabbed your hand that didn’t have your phone in your hand, and planted a kiss on it, “i love you so much.”

“i love you too.”

winter blurb sleepover!

#rachel’s winter blurb night #jake seresin blurb #jake seresin #jake seresin x reader

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lookismaddict · 1 year

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Random Lookism Thoughts that I Get During Class (part 2):

(I REALLY need to pay attention in class more, I stg. My mind goes crazy when it comes to Lookism-related things, but not actual study topics. 🥲 But here you guys go, I hope you’ll enjoy!)

Mary Kim: She’s definitely a top tier Megan Thee Stallion stan (real hot girl shit 🔥). A fan of all of the bad bitch rappers such as Nicki Minaj, Cardi B, Saweetie, BIA, Doja Cat, etc. She would listen to their songs while working out with Vin Jin, and Vin Jin doesn’t even mind at all if she blasts it. (He even admitted to Mary that whoever listens to Megan Thee Stallion are real bad bitches, including himself.)

Jace Park: On days when the Burn Knuckles crew decides to just chill in their meet up place at school, Jace would just play the Jeopardy app on his phone whenever he’s bored. He thinks it’s a fun way to kill time while learning about something new at the same time. (That’s where he gets some of his facts whenever the Burn Knuckles crew asks him to tell them something interesting, especially Vasco. He thinks he’s a mad genius.) Also, whenever Jace gets tired of playing Jeopardy, he’d text Mary Kim if she’d be down to play games on the Game Pigeon.

Yenna Jang: Two words. Coco Melon. Eli Jang would pull up Coco Melon from his phone and would let Yenna watch it while he feeds her food or does their laundry. Sometimes, Eli Jang would let her watch Sailor Moon on his phone or Cardcaptor Sakura and he’d watch it with her when he has free time to himself. (That explains the wand toy thing that Yenna had before Eli ruined it in a fight. R.I.P. Yenna’s toy.) Sometimes, Zack Lee would come by with Mira Kim to visit Yenna since Eli had given him permission to see her. In a way, Zack became a second father-figure AND an uncle to Yenna. (Zack is just waiting for Eli to grant him the title of being Yenna’s godfather in the future.)

Jerry Kwon: I just imagine Jerry making a bunch of origami paper cranes and just gifting them to every member in Big Deal for being loyal to Jake Kim. And he’d even try to make a big paper crane out of parchment paper for Jake, and when Jake receives it, he’ll thank Jerry for the cool gift but he doesn’t know where to put it back in his own house.

Lua Im: She’d definitely be Tik Tok famous for sure. With her great fashion sense, wearing trendy Street Fashion brands such as Stüssy, she would get lots of likes and gain lots of followers on Tik Tok doing fashion hauls and OOTD videos. She would also feature Sinu Han, Jake Kim, Jerry Kwon, and some of the Big Deal members into her Tik Tok videos and would try and make them do a Tik Tok challenge with her. But the one who’s always down to collab with her would be Yeonhui, who’d always visit the Big Deal street with Sinu whenever they drop by. And whenever she sees Johan Seong, she’ll try and get him to do a Tik Tok challenge with her and convince him to make a Tik Tok account. (He secretly did, and they’ve been exchanging memes on Tik Tok ever since. Too bad Zack doesn’t know about this.)

Sinu Han: Sinu would be a Panic! At the Disco fan. (Idk man, it just makes sense to me.) He would totally be into the Alternative rock songs of P!ATD because he’d think they’re badass and his favorite song would be House of Memories, as it always reminds him of his irreplaceable memories that he had with Big Deal. (His 2nd favorite would be Death of a Bachelor, and he’d sing it all sultry-like to Yeonhui while they dance together.)

Ryuhei Kuroda: Ryuhei probably used to watch hentai as a hobby to try to get his 🐉 up or whenever he gets bored but it wouldn’t get the job done so he quit. He would rather wait for Mitsuki to do the job one day, than to watch XXX videos that won’t even satisfy him.

Mitsuki: After Sinu Han left the Workers, she would lock herself in her room everyday and listen to soft indie pop artists and alternative artists. For instance, her most-played artists would probably be NIKI, Joji, Mitski (not intentionally…), The Marías, Marina and the Diamonds, Lana Del Rey, The Neighbourhood, Halsey, etc.

Kenta Megami: Everyday, he doesn’t go through a day without having at least one glass of milk. Not just to strengthen up his body, but to possibly grow in height. He wanted to grow at least a bit more before he gets to fight he-who-shall-not-be-named. (He definitely needs some milk after what ⚪️👹 did to him, ong.)

Eugene: On his free time, he’d probably go to a Country Club and would be seen hanging out with Yoosung and Mandeok playing golf or tennis. Or, you could catch him shopping at a Polo Ralph Lauren store with them accompanying him and with extra body guards who are a part of Workers. (And Samuel Seo used to accompany him on his little errands sometimes, but we all know that won’t happen again anytime soon… 🌊)

Warren Chae: Warren would be the type to make fitness videos on YouTube, always updating on his progress to being healthy. He would also try and get Sally to join him in his live workouts on YouTube, by just having her sit on his back while he does push-ups. (He even asked Sr. Manager Kim one day to check out his YouTube channel. Manager Kim wanted to subscribe to Warren’s channel, so he had to ask his daughter Minji to teach him how YouTube works. Eventually, Manager Kim became his number one subscriber.)

Sally Park: We all have a feeling that she’d be converted from typical shoujo romance fan, to Yaoi/BL fan when she witnessed Eli Jang and Jake Kim accidentally kissed right in front of her. She probably keeps a stack of some BL manga underneath her bed somewhere or reads BL webtoons on her phone. (While babysitting Yenna one day, Yenna somehow crawled underneath her bed and when Sally finally found her, she panicked when Yenna was holding one of her special BL manga so she had to hide them somewhere else.)

DG/James Lee: On his own free time, James would want to relax, especially anywhere where Chairman Choi isn’t around. He would probably fly out of the country and take a short vacation out in Maldives, where he can just swim and lay around eating tropical fruits. (Until he has to come back the next day to his hectic k-pop idol life. I told you it was short lol) Update: I won’t be surprised if he’s a polyglot too (a person who can speak many languages). He isn’t called a “genius” for nothing. I feel like he’d be able to understand and speak in languages such as Japanese, Chinese, Thai, Tagalog (Including Bisaya and Illocano), Bahasa Indonesia (Including Javanese), Malay, English, Spanish, French, German, Portuguese, Russian, etc. Man’s a legend.

Crystal Choi: As a hobby, she’d definitely go out shopping for new clothes from clothing stores such as Zara, Tiffany&Co, Banana Republic New York, etc. However, she doesn’t mind shopping for expensive brands either. Also, she would probably be a tea enthusiast, as she goes to Teavana at the mall and tries out samples of different teas to bring home. Sometimes whenever she meets up with DG, Gun, Goo, and Kouji, they’d sit around with each other and silently drink on the tea that she’d bring to her office. On days when she’s discussing plans with her father’s business partners for him, once in a while, she would wonder how Daniel Park (og Daniel) is doing and how much he would’ve grown from the last time they met with each other.

Chairman Choi: He seems like the type of businessman who would be good at playing rich-people games, such as chess. As Crystal’s father, he would invite her to play chess with him from time to time and would bring her with him sometimes to his business trips as a way to bond with her. One time, they ended up going to Hawaii together because he had to meet with one of his American business partners for a meeting. Afterwards, he’d find Crystal just chilling on a sunlounger chair out in the beach and he would join her just laying there sipping on their little mimosas while talking about what’s been going on with HNH Group, the 10 Geniuses (Crystal ain’t a snitch), and updates on Daniel Park.

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