#Oh No! The Crushing Weight Of Two Managable Tasks!

[quickfixinator]

stanford pines and bill cipher discover the horrors of canvas

other doodles I did while trying to get things done today

[gremlingottoosilly]

monster gaz and soap have a special place in my heart, does 141 do cuddle sessions/hangout together with their mate or do they all try to hog her any chance they get. i feel like price would want them all to get along but soap would try herd you away

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Oh, the cuddle pit! Yes! Price knows how to manage a group of various hybrids under his paw - he is the captain, after all. Being in charge of an unruly group of hormones and testosterone and monstrous tendencies is no easy task...luckily, he has his pretty little assistant to help. Luckily, just your presence is often enough to get the boys in line. Sometimes, when they are especially riled up after a mission, the bloodlust is flowing through their veins, and the bodies of the enemies aren't enough to get them to calm down even after they return to base; Price would just pick you up and throw you on the nearest soft surface. If you're lucky, they would just go to your nest, laying here and crushing it under weight...if you're unlucky, they would just push you on the floor with them, wiggling like a bunch of puppies in a cardboard box. Soap is always so so so touchy and clingy, he is almost banned from cuddling sessions - always trying to bite you and to hump your leg, he loves to mess with you and squeeze just a bit too much but, essentially, he is satisfied with just having your hands gently scrape his mohawk and pet his head. Price is always in charge of the cuddling sessions - so it's only natural that he will put you on his body, the broad chest of his acting like the best heated pillow in the world. Poor thing, dumb little baby, you just love when he is cooing at you and allows you to just fall asleep while you all are cuddling - he knows how tired his pretty doll is.... Ghost is content with laying on your side, one large hand stretched to lay on your side, playing with the soft skin of your waist and hips, kneading and touching. Sometimes, when the positions are just right, he would be able to push his face in your breasts, just laying here while you're hugging him...but usually Johnny is the one to take it. Gaz...well, he is sometimes a cheeky bastard who loves to lat on top of you and Price, esentially pinning you between two large, warm bodies. He will cover you with his wings if the positions are switched but, either way, you're getting extremely heated from his body temperature. Cuddling is a tough job!

[kels-valley-blog]

one tries to fly away: a cringefail farmer x harvey fic

first time posting fic on tumblr, so not sure what i'm supposed to be doing :D anyway i was possessed this afternoon and wrote this fic featuring @clarisinne's cringefail farmer and harvey. i liberally mixed metaphors in this fic, which i am not sorry for in the slightest.

crossposted on ao3--please enjoy!

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Harvey divided his life in two, in much the same way a historian splits history. For the historian, the ages are separated by the death of a Galilean man. For Harvey, there was before and after her.

For both Harvey and historian, time was reckoned by the coming of a savior.

He didn’t recognize her as such right away, partly because he wasn’t entirely aware of his own misery. He knew he was sad, sure, and he distantly felt the years piling up on his shoulders. But these feelings were familiar, and he had long since stopped noticing them. He didn’t remember a time when loneliness hadn’t been his faithful companion.

(A bird born in a cage does not miss the sky.)

Harvey, for his part, had made quite the comfortable life for himself in his cage. He’d decorated it with the few joys and achievements he had. The iron wires that wrapped around his life were predictable and study. Most days, he forgot to miss his long-dead dream of flight.

She had entered his life like a fireball, a meteor burning bright against his sky. Out of control, she hurtled from the heavens, crashing against his comfortable imprisonment and crushing some of the cage bars quite badly. She disturbed him.

He wasn’t sure how he felt about being disturbed.

He had seen her, fluttering around the town, bumping into everything and always popping back up with a flushed smile. She drew his eye—a spot of color against the dark and drab world. When she burst into the clinic, braids flying and eyes bright, he had no choice but to let her in.

(Looking back, that had been the moment when his life shifted from one age to the next.)

And she was clumsy, and loud, and she seemed to slam doors more often than not, and she rattled Harvey’s world in a way that no one had before. She dragged herself into the clinic at all hours, nursing all manner of cuts and bruises and broken bones. She brought him jars of pickles and lukewarm coffee carried from the farm, and sometimes the crushed remains of a plant she’d foraged on the walk into town and shoved in her pocket. And she was kind, and earnest, and lord she was cute sometimes, and—

And oh.

That feeling was new.

(A breeze blew through the bars of the cage.)

But he didn’t get ahead of himself. He was nothing like her—he would never be. She was, quintessentially, free, and he would always be held down by something: his job, his eyesight, his own fear. What use did a skylark like her have for someone as leaden as him? 

She did not seem to care about the weight on his shoulders—or perhaps she was just not aware of it. Maybe she hadn’t yet realized that this heaviness he carried was as much a part of him as his hands or his heart, and that he would never be able to join her in her carefree life.

Well. He would enjoy this for as long as he could, anyway. It was nice to have some fresh air, after all this time. For now, he would just be as good of a friend as he could manage—try to smile at her, try to keep her from dying in the mines, try to listen when she spoke. (These weren’t hard tasks at all—with the possible exception of keeping her from dying. That proved surprisingly difficult.)

And everything was nice, once again: a status quo, maintained. Harvey knew where he stood with her. He had been lonely for so long that this new type of heartache could blend in easily enough. He was fine. He just wanted to help her, wanted to double-check that she hadn’t hit her head in the mines, wanted to make sure she didn’t have any brain injuries—

She told him that she liked him. She ran away.

(The door to the cage cracked open, just a bit.)

And they didn’t fall in love right away, which didn’t surprise him—but she didn’t realize her mistake either, which did. She was just as awkward in courtship as she had been in every other aspect of her life, and she still carried with her that wild energy that always made his heart beat a little faster. What was a man supposed to expect from someone like her? How could he predict the way the wind would turn next?

They went on a date, and she fumbled over her words. She looked at him, sometimes, like he was worthwhile, and that made him feel all sorts of funny—like he was tumbling from a great height and wasn’t quite sure when he would land. 

He quite deliberately didn’t let his mind wander to their future—the worst thing he could get right now was false hope. For all he knew, she would soon come to him, tell him that she was sorry, but he was just too boring and sad and cloistered, and she had a whole life ahead of her. She would fly away, and he would stay here.

Then she tackled him, and she crushed a bouquet into his arms. She choked out a half of a garbled question and then promptly hurled into the grass beside him.

Well. If Harvey hadn’t been in love before, he certainly was now.

And that was the feeling, wasn’t it? That creeping sensation of warmth that had plagued him for months now. It was love, plain and simple. He was so unused to it that it had been hard to identify. And yet, there it was, stubbornly spreading its wings.

(For the first time in a long time, he let himself look beyond the bars that surrounded him.)

She hovered there, nervously within reach and clearly fighting the urge to run away. And yet he dared to hope that she might truly feel the same—that she might love him, in her way. That perhaps, she was just as scared as he was.  She didn’t know it, of course, but she had been the first one to truly reach out to him in so long—that freckled, calloused hand held out like a lifeline, to pull him up out of the fog that hung near the ground. 

He was frightened, sometimes, by the sheer intensity of his feelings. It was a lot for a man to handle, especially one like him, unaccustomed to how happiness felt. The brightness blinded him sometimes. 

He wouldn’t trade it for the world.

By this point, he had recognized her for what she was, and understood that nothing was going to be the same from this point out. Even if she did decide that it was all over, he would be better for having known her. He wouldn’t be able to go back to the cold metal of his containment, not knowing that there was a whole world just beyond. 

And then, in the absurd twist that he should have come to expect from his life, she took it into her head that he was leaving her (as if he wasn’t head over heels for her, as if he hadn’t been for months.) She poured out a litany of fears and insecurities, a deluge of pent-up pain that didn’t give him a chance to speak against the onslaught. She stood toe to toe with him, and she challenged him to tell her exactly how he felt.

He answered with his lips against hers.

(The cage shattered around him when she kissed him back.)

Harvey soared.

fin

[loveandpeaceanddoughnuts]

ex!Toji x Reader ~ Make You Better

Part 2! [Part 1]

sum: Your ex shows up on your doorstep one night, months after disappearing on you without a word. He’s also bleeding out from a stab wound.

feat: hurt/comfort, emotional!Toji // wc: 1300 // [ao3]

The first thing Toji thought when he opened his eyes was that absolutely everything hurt. It felt like he’d been run over by a bus. The second thing Toji thought was that he had died and against all odds, ended up in heaven, with an angel sitting right in front of him. The third thing Toji thought was that he was a dumbass.

“Oh my god, you’re awake!” You, the angel in question, lean forward with wide eyes that tell him more about his condition than any aches and pains.

“Damn, I scared ya that bad, huh?” Toji tries to smile, but it slides off his face and lands somewhere next to the bed.

You attempt to soften your face into neutrality. “Scared me? Nah, of course not. But you weren’t looking too good for a while there.” Your eyebrows pinch and you trail off, lost in the memory of the last two days.

When he collapsed, you’d managed to drag a semi-conscious Toji to your bed and install him with every pillow and blanket you had. You had hardly slept, changing his bandages when he bled through and watching anxiously for signs of infection. You called in a favor owned by a friend from school and set your unwilling patient up with an IV drip and a heart monitor, making your bedroom into a makeshift hospital room. You knew it would be too risky to take the man to a real one.

He was lucid very rarely, croaking apologies and curses while trying to pull out the IV like he was some action movie hero. Thankfully he slept most of the time, and you found yourself staring at the way everything about him softened in sleep, the sardonic lines of his face smoothed into a gentleness that took years off him.

Playing nurse, even without his gratitude, threatened to pull you back into the complicated mess of feelings you’d had for your boyfriend, before he made himself an ex. It was easier when he was helpless, as fucked up as that was. Some tiny, guilty part of you was reassured by the fact that he couldn’t possibly get into worse trouble, that he was relatively safe while confined to your apartment and a saline drip.

The thoughts churned through your mind all at once, and Toji mustered up the strength to wave a hand in front of your unfocused eyes. “You okay there, doll?”

You jumped and looked back at him. “Of course. How are you feeling? Are you feverish, or in pain anywhere? New pain, I mean. Besides where you were stabbed.”

He’s still looking at you like you have a screw loose, but he gingerly shifts in the bed and takes inventory of himself. One bruised, battered body, one new hole in the gut, a monster of a headache, a dry throat, and a shame at being caught here that was crushing his chest. He decided quickly to offer you the easiest problem. “Just a little thirsty.”

”I can fix that, at least.” You grin a little manically, relieved to be given a task that got you out of the room, and leave to pour him a glass of water. By the time you return to the sickroom, he’s hoisted himself up against the pillows in a sitting position.

You move to hold the glass to his lips as you have for the last few days and nights, but he rolls his eyes and reaches for it himself. His strong hands tremble with the weight of the glass, and water sloshes onto his chin and chest. You quickly catch the bottom of the glass and tip it back up, helping him aim the water down his throat until the glass is emptied and set down.

Toji stares at his shaking hands like he can’t believe they’ve betrayed him. He doesn’t meet your eyes when he mumbles, “Thanks.” He closes his eyes and turns his face to the wall, poorly faking sleep.

“Toji, don’t feel bad, you’re still recovering-” he cuts you off with a loud snore and you stifle a laugh. “I don’t mind taking care of you,” you whisper.

He doesn’t answer, but you catch the slight loosening of his shoulders at the reassurance. “I’m glad you came back to me,” you continue hesitantly. “Really glad. I missed you, Toji.” The confession hangs heavy between your bodies.

He opens his eyes cautiously, like you’re a bright light. “I missed you too. But I’m not glad I’m back. Not like this.” His hands are still shaking as he drags them down his face, hiding a trembling lip. “I’m sorry.” You sense that he’s not done talking, and stay quiet.

“I’m sorry for everything. Sorry I’m here now, and that I wasn’t before. Sorry I couldn’t be someone else.” A bitter smirk twists his scarred lips. “I tried, and this is where it got me.”

As if on cue, his phone vibrates on the bedside table, Shiu Kong’s name blazing across the screen. You both watch it buzz until it goes dark again. Toji lifts his eyebrows at you. “See, doll? I’m sorry, but this is all I am.” His raised hands encompass his battered body and the plaintive beeps of the heart monitor.

You step closer and sit down on the edge of the bed, nervous hands smoothing the sheets over his torso. “I know. I’ve always known. You never hid that from me. I just…it’s hard to watch someone you love get hurt, over and over. Hard to wonder if they’ll make it home each night.”

”Someone you…love?” Toji struggles further upright so he can look you in the eyes, incredulous and shaky from the effort. You don’t answer, barreling on with your speech as his heart monitor ticks faster.

“But if that’s what it means to be with you, if I’m the one you’re coming home to…Toji, I’ll do it.”

His face twists silently, and it takes you a few seconds to realize that Toji Fushiguro is crying. The whole world seems to tilt, the ground slipping out from underneath you. Before you can speak, he reaches up and pulls you to his chest in a crushing embrace. You feel his broad shoulders shake as he holds you, tears falling into your hair. He’s as warm as you remember, a human space heater smelling like cheap, smoky cologne.

“I’m here, I’m here,” you murmur into his shirt, not sure if he can even hear you. You want to drown in him, to stretch this moment out forever so neither of you have to figure out what comes next.

“I don’t wanna do this anymore,” he said raggedly. “Wanna be good for you, mama. You deserve so much better than me.”

You pull reluctantly out of his grasp and take his face in your hands, thumbing away the tears on his cheeks. “You’re what I want, Toji.”

He’s never been touched like this, never let anyone touch him like this. The Sorcerer Killer is breaking down in your hands, in your bed.

“I love you.” He says the words like they’re the only true thing in the universe.

“I love you.” You lean him back against the pillows, careful to keep his IV from catching on the tangled sheets. “I love you, Toji.”

He closes his eyes, his breath gradually steadying. You stroke his choppy hair as he falls asleep, hoping he’ll still feel comforted in unconsciousness.

When you’re sure that he’s sleeping soundly, you gently get up from the bed and make your way to the kitchen. You dial the number quickly, glancing over your shoulder as if there’s any chance Toji could get out of bed on his own in this state.

“Shiu? It’s me. He’s awake. Well, asleep again, but- yeah. Come now.”

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requested tags: @haydensjw @planetxella

[gremlinmodetweeker]

A Conversation About Death with Those Who Laugh

So, another one for the Ghostbusters au. I'm telling you, stick with me here. This is a reader x König, don't get me wrong, but I like keeping him in the basement as my nasty little science gremlin.

I had a crush on Egon as a kid. Is it a surprise I cast König as Egon? We will never know.

TW: Conversation about death and religion

Wordcount: 2.5K

Story below cut

A Conversation About Death with Those Who Laugh

You opened your locker and sighed.

You knew this was coming, there was no way around it, but it still didn’t help with the knowledge that you’d be looking like you were a paper bag princess running around with a blaster pack strapped to your back until you either kicked the bucket or gave up on paying rent on time. Of the two options, you figured you’d rather be stuck in the brown jumpsuit than out on the streets.

You pulled out your suit to get a better look at it, not even bothering to even attempt to hide the sheer contempt you held on your face for the offensive clothing.

“It’s not pretty, but it’s damn useful,” Roze called from behind you.

You turned around to face her with a raised eyebrow.

“Useful? This?” you shook the garment for extra measure.

“Sure is,” Roze nodded as she leaned against a wooden pole, “you know, it’s insulated so you won’t get blasted by anybody’s proton packs. That, and it cleans up real easy.”

“Does it get sweaty?” you asked before taking a tentative sniff of the rubber suit.

“Nah,” Roze flipped her hair from her face, “unless you count getting slimed.”

You gave her a dark look that only made the older woman laugh.

“You heard me. Slimed. Just ask Horangi about it.”

You shook your head before turning back to your locker. You hoped you could do something to spruce it up with time, but seeing as it was still just your first day on the job, you had more important things to think about. Namely, how your self esteem will handle wearing the shittiest uniform you’d ever had the misfortune of laying your eyes upon.

“Who even designed this thing?” you grumbled as you forced your feet through the pants.

“Blame König,” Roze snorted, “he wanted it to be puke green.”

“Fucking… Ugh.”

You managed to drape the uniform over yourself before zipping up the front. At the very least, the utility belt helped pinch in the waist to give it a bit more form. It still looked horrible. At the very least, the washed out brown looked better than whatever König had in mind.

You turned to look at your back in the mirror, where the logo of the company sat square on your back.

“Look at you!” Roze whistled, “you’re rocking it”

“Thanks,” you grumbled, “I look like shit.”

“Better than barf,” Roze reminded you.

“Whoever this König guy is, I’m gonna give him a piece of my mind when I see him,” you muttered under your breath.

“He’s just European,” Roze shrugged.

“Isn’t Paris in Europe?” you huffed, “he could at least get a fashion designer or something to help…”

“We’re too cheap for Gucci,” Roze sauntered over to your side, “but you’re better off with than without. Cleaning out ectoplasm ain’t no easy task.”

“You’re really hammering in this ‘ghost busting’ business, aren’t you?” you snarked as Roze put her fists on her hips.

She shifted her weight to one leg and sighed, “You’re not getting it. We really do hunt ghosts. They’re real as you and me.”

“I’ve never seen any ghosts,” you retorted, “I thought you guys were scientists. Aren’t you all about tangible evidence or something?”

“Oh you’ll see ‘em soon enough,” Roze chuckled.

“You keep saying that,” you adjusted your hefty utility belt, “but I’ve seen nothing so far.”

“Look,” Roze put her hand on your shoulder, “you’re new. Why don’t you talk to Nikto? He was just like you when he came on the force. If you won’t believe me, maybe talk to someone who came here just like you.”

You locked eyes with her, holding her dark stare for a brief moment before tch-ing and looking back at the mirror.

“We’ll see.”

—

You strolled into the breakroom and plopped yourself down in the seat across from Nikto. You couldn’t see his eyes behind the mask, but the way his head twitched was enough for you to feel like he at the very least acknowledged you. Or, well, you hoped that’s what it meant.

“So…” you drew out carefully as you stirred your drink, “you came here from where again?”

“Russia,” Nikto pulled his mask’s shroud out to duck his cup of coffee behind it and take a long slurp.

“Russia?” you perked up, “where abouts in Russia?”

Nikto tilted his head before snorting, “What would it be to you? You wouldn’t know the name.”

“So not Moscow?” you smiled sheepishly.

“No,” he chuckled, “on the opposite side of the country.”

You nodded along, “Yeah I wouldn’t have any idea where that is. But what I’m really asking is why did you come all the way to New York?”

Nikto hummed and swayed his head thoughtfully before saying, “I wanted to get away from home. So I decided to come here, where I could get a new life.”

“But why did you come here, to the Ghostbusters?” you pressed.

“They were the first people to hire me,” Nikto lowered his now empty coffee cup to the scuffed folding table, “I didn’t know much english, so they were good for helping me learn.”

“So you didn’t come here because you believed in ghosts,” you concluded, falling back into your white folding chair with your arms crossed.

Nikto was silent as he examined you, his dark eyes flicking over you from deep within the recesses of his shoddy Scream mask.

“Somewhat,” he admitted quietly, “in my village, my mother would tell me ghost stories to help me sleep. Small town people live differently. Ghosts and spirits, little men, they all have a place at home. But I grew older and went to the city, and I forgot what I learned back home.”

“And then you came here.”

Nikto nodded slowly, “Then I came here. All those bedtimes stories I had laughed at were real! Imagine my surprise.”

“What made you change your mind?” you gave him a curious look.

He shrugged a shoulder and said, “I saw them. It is hard not to believe your eyes.”

“Okay but it could just be-”

“It is harder to not believe when they attack you.”

Well that was different.

“They… Attack you?” you carefully asked.

“Well of course!” Nikto chuckled heartily, “Roze explained it to me long ago, but this is what I remember. Ghosts are the leftovers of life. When a living thing does not feel that they are finished when they die, a ghost will be left behind. They are not really people anymore. They’re more… Emotions. Wants, needs. They are the shadows of what a person was.”

“So when you stop a ghost from doing what it wants to do…” you trailed off.

Nikto’s eyes crinkled with mirth, “That’s right. They get angry.”

The high salary of the job was making sense now.

“So how do you fight a ghost?” you asked, giving Nikto the benefit of the doubt.

“Roze and Horangi made a box to put them in, and König made a gun to shoot them with,” Nikto spoke frankly, “I like the shooting, but the trapping is not so fun.”

“So you’re like…” you rolled your wrist as you struggled to find an appropriate simile, “pest control or something.”

“Exactly,” Nikto affirmed, “we clean up pests.”

If it weren’t for the fact that Nikto was so straightforward, you’d have assumed he was completely insane. The idea of being a ghost exterminator was completely insane.

“How can a ghost even be a pest?” you scoffed, “it’s just a ghost.”

As Nikto was about to speak, Roze bustled into the room and sat down at the table.

“We’re talking about ghost busting?” she leaned in with a wide smile.

“You explain it to the recruit. You’re better at this than I am,” Nikto crossed his arms and slumped back into his chair, evidently relieved by Roze’s sudden appearance.

“Okay so, what’re you asking about? What makes ghosts? Where they come from? Where they go? What they’re made of? What they do-”

“Why do you need to get rid of them?” you butt in before Roze could run out of air. The thought of making the poor woman pass out on the first day wasn’t exactly on the top of your priority list.

You were brought out of your daze when Roze grinned wildly and slammed her fists on the table.

“Alright! We’re asking these kinda questions!” she cheered, “okay, so, first things first, you know what makes them?”

You shrugged as Nikto cast a curious eye to you, “Nikto said that they were made of emotions left behind by a dead person?”

Nikto nodded his head side to side, not quite satisfied with your answer but Roze was quicker to reply.

“Okay so yes and no,” Roze pulled out a blank piece of paper and a blue uniball pen, “so, ghosts are impressions of the recently deceased, yes, but they’re so much more! See, ghosts are mostly left behind by the living, but not all ghosts.” Roze drew a person, then a drawing of multiple stick men. She pointed at the singular person. “So when ghosts are left behind by a single person, they’re mostly just annoying. They just cause problems in the area around where they died. Depending on the type of person the person was in life, it determines the radius of the distance they can travel from the point where they died.

“When ghosts are created by a single person, they’re normally not too powerful, but they can sure be obnoxious. They can cause all sorts of problems, from causing damage to the foundations of the building they’re in to even physically attacking anyone who comes within their radius. It really depends.”

Roze drew the tip of her pen over to the drawing of a group of people and tapped it twice, “Now this is the bigger issue. When people come together to believe in something, it can create an entity all on its own. This is not something living that has died, this is something that was created entirely by the emotions of the living. Now, they’re some cool examples of this!

“Some figures from folklore can be ghosts, like dragons and unicorns and giants and all that. The boogeyman is a particularly powerful entity that haunts mostly young children. That’s right! It’s real! If a child believes in the boogeyman, they can be visited by the entity.”

You waved your hand with a scoff, “You’re telling me dragons are real? You’re fucking joking.”

Roze leveled you with a grim expression, “Oh they are more than real. They are incredibly dangerous, but that’s beside the point. Thing is, sometimes when people believe in things enough, it creates them. Monsters of myth can be created this way. Or, they can be a bit more dangerous.”

“More dangerous than a dragon?” you shook your head, “pft, get real.”

Roze rolled her eyes but turned back to the paper and started drawing again. Soon, a rudimentary drawing of an animal on an altar appeared.

“Is that meant to be a dog?” Nikto squinted at the paper.

“That’s a lamb! Get some eyes on ya, Nikto,” Roze huffed, but carried on with a quick tap of her pen, “so yeah, when humans come together to believe in something in a religious sense, like in a cult, they can create entire gods to control the universe.”

“So God is a ghost?” you drawled.

“No clue,” Roze admitted, “I have been trying to do more research, but I’m banned from every catholic church in the city.”

“In the entirety of New York City?” you blinked.

“Yeah but that’s another story,” Roze waved you off, “point is, it’s particularly dangerous when there are cults. So sometimes, with cults, they can want to exchange a lack of morality with a ‘higher power’. So when a cult truly believes they are dealing with a devil, if they believe enough and believe for long enough, a demonic entity can actually form.”

Nikto shivered across from you, making chills crawl up your spine. Something about the big scary Russian man being scared of a single word rubbed you the wrong way.

“So if demons are real, does that mean angels are too?” you asked.

“Some,” Roze nodded, “but you’d be surprised how many worship demons.”

“They create monsters they cannot control,” Nikto spat.

You glanced between the two. You hoped they were both clinically insane because the severity of their expressions spoke volumes you did not wish to hear.

“So how often do we, uh, deal with the devil or whatever?” you asked nervously, tensing with the change of atmosphere in the room.

Nikto and Roze exchanged a glance.

“Not often,” Roze cast you a half-hearted smile.

���Too much for comfort,” Nikto muttered under his breath.

“But hey!” Roze broke out into a full grin, “you won’t have to deal with one anytime soon!”

“Hopefully,” Nikto grumbled.

“Hopefully,” Roze admitted, “but still! I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

You nodded along with the information. The more you learned, the more you wanted to believe in what these people were telling you. Maybe it was just the end result of the repetition of a lie, but a part of you felt there was something deeper to what they were talking about. Anyways, why would you get a six figure salary for doing nothing? Something was amiss.

“So, you usually just deal with the regular old, you know, ‘boo’ ghost? Right?” you asked hopefully.

“Oh yeah,” Roze leaned back in her chair, “smooth sailing for the most part.”

“So who even calls you?” you asked.

“Mostly people who need help with a haunting,” Roze flipped her hair from her face.

“But how do they know that they’re being haunted?” you scrunched your eyebrows together.

“What else do they have to turn to?” Nikto chuckled, “we’re a last resort.”

“So how do you know if there’s been a haunting?” you lay your hands on your stomach as you leaned into your chair.

“Lots of signs,” Roze shrugged, “could be slime oozing from the walls, mysterious writing on the mirrors, unexplained noises, things being moved around, but the real thing you gotta worry about is if they report scratch or bite marks,” Roze shot your a serious look, “any type of physical harm is a reason to worry.”

You nodded slowly as you took it all in. You still wanted to fight, tell them ghosts aren’t real and dig your heels in to spite your fate. The only problem was that Roze and Nikto didn’t seem crazy in the slightest, but were making more and more sense as they spoke. Nothing they were saying contradicted itself.

You wanted to ask more, but just as you opened your mouth, a blaring siren cut through the air like a banshee’s wail. You ducked and covered your ears but Roze and Nikto were on their feet in an instant.

“Whelp,” Roze took your elbow to help you stand up straight again, “looks like it’s time to figure it all out for yourself.”

AU Masterlist

[mexabraun]

Sweat and secrets(Toji Fushiguro)

Minors, do not interact!

CW: age gap!(17-33), sexual content! (face sitting&fucking, rough sex), praise kink, daddy issues(but no daddy kink, sorry)

WC: 16.5k

Synopsis: Megumi was my colleague and friend, both of us still in high school. I started working out when I was 16 years old, but recently had to switch gyms because of an incident. Megumi’s father used to work out regularly and occasionally trained a few people in his free time for some extra cash. One day, he started to see me in a different light. It went both ways.

“Oh my God, not again!” I sighed already exhausted when my phone suddenly lit up, my obsessive ex-boyfriend’s name making me fume with anger while I instantly touched the decline option.

He was the reason I switched from the small gym where I started to take working out seriously to this big, expensive place that I was already kind of familiar with anyway. Megumi wasn’t a gym rat, but his father was and he asked me to drop off things from their place from time to time. I was there almost every day, but only during the school year to complete tasks and homework with Megumi. I started to think he had a crush on me for quite some time, but I just ignored the feeling. I was attracted to his father.

I bit my lip in frustration, but I managed to shake it off quickly, changing my shoes, closing my locker and feeling a little dizzy, probably because my pre-workout was already kicking in.  Not even half a scoop did its job too well.

When I arrived upstairs, in the free-weight section, I quickly scanned the place with my eyes, searching for Toji. He hated when I called him Mr. Fushiguro, so I had no choice but to bring him down to my level. Or maybe he brought me up to his?

“…no. I only train back once a week, but I used to train it twice.” His voice hit me like a rock in the head, already making me weak in the knees. He was talking to a friend of his right before he got into his set of bicep curls. His veins almost made me faint, but right before I started drooling, his eyes landed on me through the mirror. I smiled innocently, occupying the bench next to him and warming up for the workout I hated the most: leg day. It was very hard and I couldn’t keep my hair down, I was going to sweat so much that I had to wash every single piece of clothing that I was wearing even though they were freshly cleaned before.

“What’chu working today, Mabel?” He asked me after he finished the set, making me look up at him from my half-kneeling position. I loved the view and I wish it was mutual. My name traced by his enticing, juicy lips was killing me in the most passional way. I was ready to spread my legs even harder than just the warmup, but I had to remain innocent. I couldn’t let them find out I had the fattest crush on Toji.

“Glutes and hamstrings. You got arms or pull?” I felt like it was my turn to ask and I didn’t want to let the conversation die anyway. It barely started. I felt like we were barely starting. His eyes were wandering on me a lot more than usual.

I kept doing my dynamic stretching, squatting without any extra weight and then moving on to some light weight RDLs, warming up my back as well. He just followed me like a puppy. I loved that.

“Arms, abs and cardio.” He answered while I was warming up my back with some scapular retraction. He almost never corrected me, unless I was losing my form. He knew that I knew what I was doing.

Let me be your cardio, the voice in my head screamed with desperation, but in reality I just nodded. I didn’t really know how to continue the conversation, but I had to make sure he didn’t go anywhere too far from me while I was working out.

“Will you help me after my two sets of warm up?” I looked up and smiled at him when the silence got too loud, even though there was music playing very loudly. He slightly tilted his head, probably wondering why I would need help.

“Yeah, sure. Just wave or something.” He answered calmly and left, continuing his workout. I was completely charmed by his existence, but I couldn’t let myself confess or even give him the idea that I had a soft spot for him. It was my little secret.

I warmed up with two different weights and then I brought the 30kg dumbbell next to my bench. I had to position myself for single-legged hip thrusts and I couldn’t put the weight on myself without forcing my wrists. Technically, I could’ve done it myself. Practically, if I could just ask him for help, why not?

I waved at Toji right before I got on the floor, my back glued to the bench, one foot elevated on a plate and the other temporarily on the floor, ready to get up and tell him how to put the dumbbell on me. I would’ve rather told him to put it in me.

“Thank youu!” I said cutely after he put the dumbbell on my leg exactly how I wanted it and he smiled back at me with only half of his mouth. I absolutely loved the fact that he waited for me to finish the set and helped me put the weight on the floor so I wouldn’t have to drop it at the end. I breathed hard while executing the last reps, which made him pay more attention to the moving weight. At that point, I started wondering how many girls he was treating like this. Or maybe he just was a good trainer and I was delusional, as always.

“You comin’ over tonight?” He asked me out of nowhere, his delicate tone making me frown. He used to make fun of me for spending a lot of time at his place with Megumi and our friends, but never directly asked me if I was going to their house. Did he want me there or was he just trying to make conversation? I blushed a little bit, even though I shouldn’t have.

I noticed his eyes subtly wandering upon my figure again. That was the moment I started to feel the tension come from both of us.

“Yeah, why? You need something?” I tried to play it cool, but my second question made me cringe a little bit, but I hoped it tingled his ears the right way. My right way. He lifted his right eyebrow for a second, but then quickly hid the shadow of confusion that fell on his face for a second. He clearly knew something that I didn’t. Was I not supposed to be there?

“Just call me when you want to come over. Megumi will be home later than expected with the rest of his friends.” He spoke in that deep tone that made me wish Megumi wouldn't come home until the next day so we could spend the night together in his father’s bed. Naked, heavy breaths, drops of sweat... Our little secret maybe, as tormenting as it sounded for someone who didn’t know how to lie or how to live with one.

“Why?” I asked with a drop of panic in my voice, making him sigh as he put the weight on the other leg. I inhaled deeply and started my set as I listened to his low voice, so soft when he spoke to me. I wished I was his soft spot. His dark blue eyes had me drowning in them as he watched me exhausting myself, moaning a little as I reached my breaking point, dropping the weight on the floor and smiling awkwardly afterward. He reacted too late. The thought that he enjoyed the view so much that he got lost for a few seconds had my stomach tingle.

“One of them got injured and they had to postpone everything.” He explained with a serious tone, while his eyes started wandering on everything around us, but not on me.

“Oh. Wouldn’t I bother you with my presence if your son isn’t around?” I looked up at him, directly in his eyes, my voice catching his attention immediately. I pressed my lips together, waiting for an Of course not, Mabel. I want you in my bed.

“No.” He answered right away and I barely contained myself from sighing in relief. “And I really don’t want you home alone with the upcoming weather.” He continued while looking down at me, playing with his drawstring. Those gray pants never disappointed when they sat on Toji’s hips. Was he doing that on purpose? I tried my best not to stare at that part.

“What else do you know and I don’t?” I asked him jokingly and he smiled, rolling his eyes amused as I exhaled one last time before getting up on the other leg, grateful that this was my last set of one-legged hip thrusts. Every time he bent down to grab the dumbbell, his arm pump was making his muscles pop a lot more than usual. He had such a great physique, even won the genetics lottery. He was perfectly balanced.

“You’re not that stupid.” He muttered under his breath as he got closer to my face, making sure only I heard what he said and, after that, he got up and left to continue his workout. After he positioned himself face-to-face with the mirror for the bicep curls, he winked at me. In my mind, my jaw dropped to the floor, but, in reality, I had to react nonchalantly. I just raised my left eyebrow and slightly smiled.

***

“Should I call him, even if Megumi is not answering?” I asked my best friend as I was looking at my wardrobe, thinking about the rest of my friends. We were all supposed to get together at Megumi’s house to celebrate his 18th birthday. I was supposed to meet up with a few girls and get there before the boys did, but the plan just fell apart. Even the weather was telling me it couldn’t happen.

“Yes, girl! He told you to do it, right?” She almost sighed, fed up with my anxiety, probably ready to slap me across the face for every time I told her not to stress about small things or those she can’t control. Was I even in control of this situation? Was he going to call me if I didn’t?

“I can’t wait for him to pick up and tell me Heyyy, soooo, you can stay home.." I popped my lips at the end of the sentence, making it sound a lot more dramatic than it was supposed to. Kayla just laughed and I visualized her rolling her eyes, amusing me a little bit as well. I couldn't help but wonder if Toji wanted me at his house for other reasons than his son, because I started to feel like it.

“I wouldn’t be so sure, especially after you told me what he did today. I think he got a thing for you.” She spoke calmly, but with a hint of playfulness in her voice, making me purse my lips and slowly starting to build up my courage.

“And I got a thing for him.” I said on a serious tone, making her sigh on the other end of the phone. “I’m gonna pack some lingerie.” I continued after a few seconds, putting Kayla on speaker, throwing my phone on the bed and choosing some clothes for the following almost 24 hours.

“Pack? Girl, you won’t have time to change! Just shower again quickly before he arrives and put it on!” She spoke loudly, on a squeaky tone, making me grin evilly. I was very attracted to older men, but I didn’t want anything serious with those 30+. After all, I was almost 18 myself. I couldn’t believe I was getting ready to fuck Toji Fushiguro. Suddenly, I was very excited and couldn’t wait to call him.

“OK, OK! I’m going to call him. Kisses!” I yelled at my phone and let Kayla end the call while I was deeply buried in my wardrobe, searching for a short satin nightgown, wondering what was his favorite color. He had a mysterious aura, so I had to go with something safe, like black or red. Red was too obvious, so I had to choose the dark one. I also went with a black pair of panties and bra, simple, but with multiple straps, making them look just right for people who had a 'tie me up and do whatever you want' kink. Now that I was ready to drop down on my knees in front of him, I needed clothes to wear for the rest of the time and exchange undergarments, plus my hygiene things.

I picked up the phone with my shaky hands, biting my bottom lip as I started the call and brought the small speaker next to my right ear. My palms were already sweating, but I kept checking out the clothes on my bed, manifesting and attracting more than a slim chance to have one night alone with Toji. Even though I was dying to get into his pants, I was sure of one thing: I was not going to be the one who was going to initiate anything. I had clear boundaries when it came to men.

“Finally, Mabel! Took you some time. Did you change your mind?” He answered, didn’t even bother to say hi and directly scolded me like I was some dumb kid, but I loved it. My daddy issues were screaming in pleasure at the way he was talking to me. I closed my eyes and sighed through my smile, trying to contain my excitement.

“No, sorry. I waited for Megumi to answer, but he didn’t and I thought-”

“No worries. I talked to him. He’s not coming home ‘till tomorrow.” He interrupted me right when I was about to say something about not coming over, which he probably didn’t want to happen anyway. I heard it in his deep voice. He wanted me there for nsfw purposes.

“Am I the only one who’ll be there overnight?” I asked with a drop of fear in my voice, but, in reality, I was praying to God that he was going to say 'yes'. I started to take of my clothes while we were still talking, slowly getting ready to shower and use my best products to look, smell and feel soft and sensual.

“Does it bother you?” He straight up asked me, as if he read my mind for the past months and decided that the night Megumi was gone was the perfect opportunity to prey on me.

“Not at all.” I answered confidently, making my intentions as clear as mountain water. I couldn’t help but smile proudly of myself as I was still undressing. I secretly hoped that he knew what I was doing while talking to him.

“I’ll be there in 20.” He spoke to me sternly, making my heart beat faster with each word outlined by his appetizing lips. Toji Fushiguro was very mouth-watering in general.

“Oh, umm, big man?” I asked jokingly, not wanting to pronounce his name until we were face to face to see his reaction. I heard some rustling in the background. Was he undressing as well?

“Hmm, yes, little girl?” He asked almost out of breath, but quickly straightened his tone as if he was doing something besides talking to me. I was wondering what it could’ve been.

“What are your plans for tonight?” I asked with a little less confidence in me, a little bit afraid of his answer. There was a chance he might’ve caught on what I wanted to find out or do about it and make fun of me, but I was willing to risk it.

“Whatever you want.” He answered nonchalantly, making me frown as I thought how I was supposed to answer to this sentence. “Why? Haven’t you got any ideas?” I heard his little grin in his words as he continued confidently, making me squeeze my legs together. “I got some.” He spoke with a cocky tone, making my jaw drop to the floor. I was sure of his intentions and ready to drop down on my knees in front of him if he seduced me correctly.

“I trust you.” I smiled while answering, taking off my panties and throwing them aside as I walked into the bathroom fully naked and ready to wash, scrub and hydrate my skin once again. He chuckled in response, his raspy voice making me roll my eyes in pleasure. I was high on his voice and behavior towards me.

I put on some music and groomed myself like there was no tomorrow, I got dressed and checked my bag a million times before waiting for him to give me a sign to run through the pouring rain straight to his car.

“Hello, miss. Are you ready for the ride of your life?” He greeted me like we were in the most passionate and healthy relationship and we both just got off from work, making me raise one eyebrow and smile at him. His eyes were already staring right into my soul, intimidating me when we finally made eye contact.

“Hello, mister. Are you talking about yourself or the car?” I asked him directly, trying not to blush too hard and make it look like I was too innocent for this. He chuckled like he didn’t expect me to say something so bold, but he liked it. He broke the eye contact after a few seconds, running his left hand through his straight, semi-wet hair, while the other hand shifted the gear and so we left my parents’ parking spot. Everything he did was so hot.

“Both.” He answered on a much lower tone, making me blush very hard. Suddenly, the inside of his BMW was way too hot and the air was too heavy to breathe properly.

“Yeah.” I finally answered his question while looking around. The AC was on, the windows were not foggy at all, the wipers were working hard to wipe the rain, music was playing in the background(Scream - Usher) that was telling me what was going to happen when we got to his house.

“This is very wrong, but I can’t stop myself, Mabel.” He suddenly switched his approach, talking to me on a very serious tone. He almost caught me off-guard with this one. I was already soaking wet.

“Just don’t think about it like that.” I was 90% sure he was talking about Megumi and his feelings for me. I couldn’t care less about the fact that his son had a romantic interest in me. I was way too interested in his dad to even see another man in front of me. OK, maybe I wanted more than just a one-night-stand.

“I’m the one who’s supposed to know what’s better. Just tell me if I’m going too far.” He said while moving his hand on my leg, squeezing my thigh with his long fingers and biting his lip. He was toying with me. His body language gave him away too easily.

“You know I like it.” I put my hand on his, scratching his forearm until I reached his bicep and came back down, making him grin while driving in the hottest way possible with one hand on the steering wheel. He made me so physically vulnerable.

-Yeah, I just wanted to hear it from you. He admitted exactly what I thought, moving his hand on my grey sweatpants a little closer to my groin area, making me purse my lips nervously. We were on dangerous territory already.

“And you decided that playing the ‘I’m supposed to be the mature one’ card is going to get you what you want?” I asked him a little irritated that he had to play the injured puppy to get whatever he wanted out of me, while observing his outfit that was identical to mine: black shirt that hugged his figure like it was painted on him, grey long sweatpants that made his dick way more accessible, especially when it was hard and a pair of black sneakers because it was raining outside and we couldn’t get our perfectly white Nikes dirty. We really were a perfect match, at least tonight.

“I always get what I want.” He answered with his cocky tone, biting his lip as he squeezed my thigh once more before he had to move his hand from my leg. Cold air brushed the spot where his hand was, making me shiver a little bit. His touch was full of warmth and energy.

“Sounds like something I would say.” I agreed with the same attitude, gaining more confidence with every flirty comment that came out of our mouths. I couldn’t believe how fast we were progressing.

“Oh, really? What do you want, sweetheart?” He asked proudly and I bit my lip at the thought that he didn’t know this side of me and was pleasantly surprised. I glanced at him, but he was already looking at me, making me blush more.

“You should already know.” I answered simply, trying to play the innocent card again with my tone and body language. Something was telling me that he was into the young girl - older man dynamic.

“Fuck, yes.” He muttered and put his hand on my thigh again, owning it until we got to his house.

We parked in front of his house around 7 minutes - 3 songs - later, rain still pouring outside making me wonder how little I would’ve slept if I remained home alone. He pressed the start/stop button after a few moments of silence, tossing his phone in the pocket of his grey sweatpants and looking at me while pouting. He grabbed a blue hoodie from the backseat and put it on my lap, then grabbed my bag and signaled me to exit the car. It was his hoodie. I felt his perfume while I was putting it on, making me roll my eyes in pleasure. I threw the hood on my head and right as I was about to open the door, he did it for me and led me to his house. Was he doing this type of things for every single woman in his life? If yes, was I jealous?

I admired his tall, sculpted figure, especially his upper body that was showing much better through his wet shirt. It was, indeed, the hottest scene I participated in. His huge, well-scented hoodie was helping a lot. All of my senses were tingling uncontrollably.

“I hope you have nothing that rain can destroy in this backpack.” He said after we entered, locking the door behind us and putting my bag on the floor. All I wanted to do was jump on him and let him undress me, but I couldn’t. I had to be the delicate girl he knew and was attracted to.

I let the hood slide off of my hair, freeing my long curls from underneath the fabric as he turned to look at me. I quickly took of my shoes and walked towards the carpet, but I felt a warm, wet hand grabbing the back of my neck, forcing me to turn around and face him closely. Way closer than we ever were. Too close for everyone watching from an objective perspective, but not too close for us. It wasn’t even close to enough.

“I swear I’m not a pedophile, Mabel. You’re just something else.” He looked so seriously at me, lights still off, but we were both so turned on that anyone on a 10 mile radius could’ve felt it.

“That sounds like something a ped-”

“You know what I’m trying to say.” He simply cut me off, trying to make a point, but I decided that I had to munch on his nerves a little bit before he got his way. I didn’t want it to be boring, even though I knew Toji could never be boring.

“Do I?” I asked on that innocent tone that usually made him fold on the inside, raising my eyebrows a little bit and biting my lip as his other hand was making its way on my waist, then my back, pulling me closer to him until we were glued together.

“Yes, you do.” He spoke with a deeper voice, making me squeeze my thighs together again. I put my hands on his chest, feeling his muscles through the wet shirt as a few drops from his hair were making their way on me. It was a little bit annoying, but I brushed it off easily when I felt his warmth on me.

“Are you sure?” I kept pressing him, making him sigh and move his face closer, enough for our noses to touch if our heads were perfectly aligned. The hand that was holding on to my neck slowly made its way through my hair, then to my left cheek, brushing my lips with his thumb as if he couldn’t wait to kiss me and use my mouth for other purposes. I couldn’t wait to see what he was capable of. I just knew he was the freakiest, hottest guy I ever met. I felt it in his energy since day one.

“I know you do.” He inched even closer, his mouth almost touching my ear, while his thumb trailed down on my chin and neck, then making its way back up on my cheek. I had to regain some control, at least fight for it, even if I didn’t want it all. I loved it when he dominated me, no matter what I said or did. The fact that he clearly enjoyed it turned me on 10 times more.

“Don’t forget, Toji: I only let you take advantage of my daddy issues because I like you.” I contoured his name with my lips in an extra spicy way, making him smile with my bold words once again. He probably knew that I didn’t have a good relationship with my father thanks to Megumi. The thought of Toji trying to take advantage of me made me second-guess the situation, but I had to find out what was in his head before opening my legs.

“It’s an honor.” He agreed without hesitation, smiling on my cheek while tightening his grip on my waist as if I didn’t need air to live. I bit my lip at his reaction, but I couldn’t stop there.

“Good boy!” I let my hands wander on his shoulders, to his back and just rest them on his wet shirt around his neck. I wanted to take it off so badly, but I didn’t want to break the most sensual hug. I wanted him even closer.

“Who are you calling a good boy? Oh, dear, you just got on my nerves.” He backed up, releasing me from the tight grip, switching from soft dom to offended man, making me giggle. My heartbeat got faster after his words got to my brain. This was exactly what I wanted. I wanted to get on his nerves. I wanted it hard.

“Oh, no. Wha-”

“Shut up!” He cut me off quickly, aggressively, grabbing my neck and pushing me against the wall. I really struck a chord with that one. I just smiled even wider, holding on to his wet arm with both of my hands. I could barely wrap my skinny hands around his big forearm. This man just raised my standards too high for anyone else to ever reach them.

“But-”

“The only butt here is going to be yours, slapped so hard that you won’t sit down for days if you don’t do what I say.” I tried to keep fighting, but he got too annoyed to let me even start my sentence properly. His aggressiveness made me completely melt in his hand and shut up for good. I bit my lip, looking into his eyes as he got closer, running his other hand through his hair to slick it back. He even pushed his knee between my thighs, making me rest on it. I couldn’t move anymore. I was ready to let him make me his sex doll.

In a split second, he let go of my neck and grabbed my hands, putting them on his shoulders while he closed the little distance between us, pressing his lips against mine like he couldn’t live another second without it. I immediately responded to the kiss, running one hand through his hair, while the other pulled at his wet shirt, not giving a shit about our clothes getting wet from his shirt. All I knew is that I had to take off his hoodie because I was starting to overheat.

“Oh-off!” I broke the sloppy kiss right after I let his tongue slip into my mouth because, if not, I couldn’t speak anymore. I barely formed one word after a little moan. He didn’t want to let go, so he bit my lip as a punishment.

“You want it off?” His hands went down to the hem of his hoodie, pulling a little bit, getting ready to pull it all the way up.

“Mhm.” I caught my breath and nodded, humming because that was all I could do. I was officially high on Toji’s touch.

“Of course, baby.” He took a step back and helped me take off his hoodie, grabbing my waist with one hand after he threw his piece of clothing on my backpack, while the other grabbed my leg and forced me to jump and wrap them around his waist. He quickly took off his sneakers and pressed me against the wall again. This time, I felt his erection, moaning as he kept kissing me passionately and pushing himself onto me. His hands started to wander on my waist, back and glutes, moaning in my mouth when I pulled his hair to break the kiss because I couldn’t breathe.

“What kind of a gentleman would I be if I took you right here, right now?” He spoke softly, hugging me tight with one arm, while the other grabbed my backpack, leaving the doorway with me wrapped around him like a koala.

“You wouldn’t be.” I answered sheepishly, making him chuckle, but I was convinced I didn’t have to answer and he didn’t expect me to.

“I don’t want to be greedy, but I really hate wasting time, so…” His voice filled his room as we entered just like the masculine scent filled my nose, just like I wanted to be filled by him already. I was amazed. I have never been in his room before. I had no reason to be here.

“So you let me in your precious room.” I tried to crack a joke while he was putting me down on my feet, but he wasn’t amused at all. He was dead-serious. I bit my lip, kind of regretting.

“Not even my son dares to enter without knocking, sweetheart.” He reassured me with a rougher tone, but still calm, making me feel privileged in some ways.

“I wasn’t talking about him.” I also used a more serious tone, making him raise an eyebrow after he put my bag on the gaming chair. His room was very dark-themed. Everything was black and white, but mostly black. Even the lights were white, but he dimmed them from his phone.

“You let anyone in your space?” He asked while taking off his wet shirt. At that point, I was drooling. I took a seat on his bed, facing him because I really wanted to see him change. No shame. Apparently, we were past that.

“Fine, you win.” I rolled my eyes, putting my phone on the nightstand and leaving it there on silent mode. No one could bother me while I was having the hottest experience.

“What did I win?” He asked on a playful tone, making me grin. I had to say something smart, but I also had a few kinks I wanted to fulfill.

“You get to give me one of your shirts.” I let myself fall on my back, feeling his soft black bedsheets. They smelled very fresh. I could’ve bet my ass on the fact that he changed them because he knew I was coming over. This man’s attention to detail was on point.

“Fair enough. Come, choose!” He tilted his head, signaling me to go where he was as he opened the doors to his wardrobe. I was stunned. He had his t-shirts hanged on one side and his elegant shirts and costumes on the other side, while the shelves were packed with clothes that didn’t wrinkle. A dark green shirt caught my eye and I immediately grabbed it, gasping when I saw that it had the scout legion’s(Attack on titan) emblem on the back. I couldn’t believe what I had in front of me. He chuckled when he saw my reaction. No words were spoken, but we knew what the other had to say about this.

He grabbed the oversized shirt from my hands, throwing it on his right shoulder, while he put his other hand on my waist and turned me around. He was facing my back and I was confused why he wanted to do that until he slipped his fingers under my pants and grabbed the hem of my tight shirt.

“Can I?” He asked while his hands wandered under my shirt just enough to feel the skin on my waist, tightening his grip and massaging the area. Was he asking me for permission to take my shirt off? This man was the definition of dominant, but not intrusive or forceful. I closed my eyes and smiled.

-”Yes.” I answered after I let the tension build up for a few seconds, spoke slowly and clearly, but my tone was sensual. I actually wanted him to take off my shirt.

“I won’t look.” He said with that raspy voice, his tight grip on my waist giving away his excitement. He pulled my shirt up, dragging his palms on the shape of my body and feeling everything while undressing me. He stopped at my chest for a few seconds, squeezing them while his mouth started leaving sloppy kisses on my neck, sucking the skin, but not enough to leave any hickey. I wanted him to mark me, but I didn’t want to seem greedy. I wanted to turn around and bite him until blood leaked from his chest, but that would’ve been too much. Even for me.

“Feeling is better than looking.” I tried to point it out on a sensual tone, but I was too aroused to fully control my voice or reactions.

“Mmm, don’t give me ideas.” He growled into my right ear, making me close my eyes and let my head rest on his chest. I trusted him with not looking at my chest just because I didn’t care if he did it. His dick was going to explore my insides whether he glanced at my boobs or not. The fact that he thought about blindfolding and me being too innocent for it made me grin. I was way too ready for it, but the sight of him turned me on more.

I put my hands over his after he massaged my tits for a little while, feeling and hearing him breathe heavily almost in sync with me. We were both ready to do our cardio session on hard mode. My panties were already soaking wet and I started to feel guilty about it, but I tried not to let that distract me from this feeling. I was floating.

“Lift up your arms, beautiful.” He spoke softly, but with a hint of impatience in his voice, sliding the shirt with his hot hands on my skin until it was off. He threw the shirt on his bed and I turned around in the meantime, pressing my bare chest to his and making him grab the back of my neck and kiss me sloppily.

I scratched his back, making him moan in my mouth, but that wasn’t nearly enough for me. I wrapped my left arm around his neck, while my right hand guided his to my leg, showing him that I wanted to climb on him like a monkey on a tree, but he smiled and refused.

“Mm, no, Mabel. We gotta do something else before.” He squeezed my butt, slapped it, then turned me around like I was his doll and weighed barely a few kilograms, guiding my arms up as he dressed me in his shirt, being very careful with my long curly hair, handling it with almost shaky hands.

“What?” I asked a little bit annoyed, frowning.

“I need help with Megumi’s cake. You down?” He smiled innocently, making me raise my eyebrows. I forgot that his son existed for a few minutes. His father had me in a tight leash and I absolutely loved it. I was dreading the next day. I wanted to do things with Toji until I couldn’t breathe anymore. Actually, I wanted him to do things with me.

“Mmmaybe.” I answered slowly, like a cat purring on him, making him sigh. I can’t focus on anything but you, even though I want to help. I said calmly, licking and biting his neck slowly afterward, making him chuckle and tilt his head a little bit to give me more access. I was sure he understood what I meant. He was very smart, he would’ve caught on what I wanted even if I was mute.

“Anything you want.” His voice made me bite harder, but my bite made his grip on my waist tighter. His hands reached my ass again, making me moan on his neck. The circle kept going to infinity. This made me believe we were a perfect match.

“Make me want to help you.” My tone wasn’t playful at all, but he kind of took it as a joke. I felt his skin tense, glancing at his lips only to see him slightly smile. I wanted to sit on that smile.

“Mhm, I wanna hear a clear ��yes, Toji’ by the end of this.” He took control again, as if he didn’t just left it to me a few seconds ago. It was just his way of letting me confirm what I wanted. I wasn’t sure what he was going to do, but I was here for it. All in, all the way.

“Mayb-”

“No, baby. Don’t make me repeat myself.” I don’t like that. He cut me off immediately, slapping my buttcheek and making me screech in pain, but I really liked it. I loved the way he was always above me. These games might’ve made me start catching feelings.

“Yes, Toji.” I finally obeyed him, maybe a little bit too soon, but I wanted to surprise him. I wanted him to reward me, not punish me. At least not now. I wanted him to focus on me in a positive way.

He pulled me in for a more aggressive kiss, while one of his hands trailed to the front of my sweatpants and undid the laces. I scratched his chest while I let him do whatever he wanted to me. Was he really going to fuck me or just tease me until I said “yes, I will help you when you want me to”?

“Do I have green light, doll?” He asked me very impatient, pulling my pants down to the floor and tapping my leg twice, signaling me to step out of them. I did what his body language told me to as he got back up, looking down at me with lustful eyes. In my head, I was like: more like anything you want, Toji.

“You’ll know if you don’t.” I answered him truthfully, but he didn’t like what I said. I didn’t want to say straight-up yes. I don’t think he even wanted that, but maybe he had higher expectations. I was emotionally intelligent as well, after all.

“You think that answer satisfied me?” He directly asked me, making me grin while looking into his eyes. Taking a break from sloppy kissing was really building up tension. I wanted him to take off his shirt that was more like a dress on me and put it in aggressively.

“I know it didn’t.” I got dangerously close to his lips, moving mine over his as I spoke. He started to get pissed. I loved it.

“You like seeing me angry, don’t you?” He said through his grin, making me back off a little bit. Yes, Toji. My panties were soaking every time your eyes got darker with anger.

“Do I?” I raised an eyebrow, making fun of the situation and him. He seemed a little bit amused, but annoyed and turned on at the same time. I was living for this combination showing on him, especially for me.

“You’re so annoying.” He muttered while he grabbed my legs and wrapped them around his waist again, but this time the palms of his hands touched my bare skin, making me gasp. The way his grip was so tight on me naturally made me melt in his hands quickly.

“Just shut up.” I spoke through the breath that I released after he grabbed me, slamming me on his bed and getting on top of me. I always wondered what this felt like, even imagined it between sets at the gym. It didn’t compare to the real thing.

“Make me!” He kept giving signs of submissiveness in the most dominant way that I started to be confused. Did he want me to take control or just to execute what he said? Was I tripping?

“Are you sure?” I asked him, unsure about what he wanted me to do. Did he want me to kiss him harder? Did he want me tot take over control? Did he want to use his mouth on me?

“Sit on my fucking face, woman!” He grabbed my cheeks with one and and spoke to me in a very aggressive demeanor, making me look mesmerized into his eyes. Were my ears playing tricks on me? Was this man really into this? My horrible taste in men ended with this masterpiece of a man.

“Does you son need a mother?” My mouth spoke without asking my brain first, drooling because Toji was still gripping my cheeks and offered his mouth on a silver tray.

“Mmmaybe.” He laughed at my joke, making the same annoying joke just like me, except I didn’t know if I went too far and he said that to avoid any turn-off situation or not. Suddenly, I got back to being shy.

His mouth started to go lower and lower on my body, leaving a trail of saliva on me neck, lifting his shirt, but keeping his eyes closed, kissing every inch of my chest and stomach before he pulled the shirt back down and looked at me for a few seconds, most likely admiring the view. I took his right hand from my thigh and guided it between my legs, making only one side of his lips go up in a small cocky grin. He understood the fact that I couldn’t take it anymore. He took off my

“Keep my shirt on.” He demanded after making a sudden move, switching with him under my spread apart legs. I was worried about patching his pants, but he didn’t care. He pulled his pants halfway down, grabbed my hips and pushed me against his hard dick, making us both moan. Even though he had his boxers on, I felt every single shape his cock had.

“Wasn’t going to remove it.” I tried to take control of the conversation, but it seemed like he completely ignored what I said and kept rocking my hips back and forth with his eyes closed. My hands wandered on his chest and abs, sometimes scratching him and leaving red marks, sometimes just feeling his skin and muscles.

“Good girl.” He spoke through his teeth and I moaned as I breathed out when I heard the words which came out from his mouth. Was he naturally like this or did he read my mind?

“Toji, I-”

“Hop up before I cum in my underwear.” He cut me off right when I was about to tell him that I wanted to switch the position because I was getting closer, but I couldn’t finish like this and nor did I want to. His words made me gasp, smiling as he guided my hips toward his face. I took small steps with my knees until I reached the right spot, stepping over his shoulders as his hands were sliding under my inner thighs and landed on my lower back in the end.

He held on to the shirt from the back, so it wouldn’t fall on his face as I was riding his tongue. I was leaning against the wall with my hands, resting my forehead as well from time to time, watching him devour me with such an appetite. I wasn’t expecting any less from Toji, but I couldn’t believe I was here with him. I wondered how many women he did this with to get to this level of experience. He was global elite in pussy eating.

“Let it out, baby!” He spoke through saliva and breaths, slapping my butt cheek with a little more force, making me moan even louder form the pain in combination with the pleasure as he sucked and licked my clit with passion. It was definitely an extraordinary first time face-riding experience.

“Ooh, you’re good.” I moaned louder, tangling my fingers through his hair, but holding on to the wall better with the other hand. I wasn’t far from the finish line. Everything was so wet down there and I wondered if it bothered him, but I couldn’t ruin the mood with such a killer question. I pretended that he loved it, ‘cause I sure did. He started moaning a little bit under me, sign that he knew I was close.

”Fuck, yes, Toji!” I felt my legs shake when his moans got louder, and deeper, growling into my skin like an animal. I noticed that one of his hands was missing only after I exploded on his face and neck. I looked behind me, smiling and biting my lower lip when I saw his boxer briefs wet at the tip of his cock and his right hand on the length of it. He just came from eating me out. I was even more aroused than before.

“That’s your fault.” He said after I got off of him, well aware that I was looking at his groin area and salivating. I was ready to return the favor, but he didn’t need it. Yet.

“I’m enjoying every second of it.” I remained on my knees next to him, carefully sitting on my legs, trying no to let my juices ruin his fresh bedsheets, even though some drops made it to the pillow he was sitting on. I pressed my lips together, not knowing what to do. I waited for him to guide me to the bathroom.

”Mhm.” He looked at me a little bit tired, but definitely more relaxed than before. He got up, but didn’t get off of his bed but got a lot closer to me, stopping when his nose touched mine. What was he trying to do?

“You’re freaky. I like it.” He said after a few seconds, while looking into my eyes with curiosity. Was he searching for something in particular?

“You think my own liquids disgust me?” I asked more disgusted about the fact that he was underestimating me. What did he expect from me? What was he looking for?

“Can I keep you?” He asked before he got up and groaned at the sight of his cum-filled boxers. I followed him like a puppy.

“Same question here.” I kept the conversation alive, making him chuckle. The way he giggled made my heart skip a beat. His voice made me weak.

“I’ll talk to my son about it.” He opened the bathroom door and stood aside to let me enter first, coming right behind me.

“Are you serious?” I asked confused as I took a seat on the toilet, waiting for my pussy to calm down a little bit so that I could let the rest of the liquids out.

“Why would I fuck with your brain?” He asked just as confused as me, making me blush. Was he toying with me that hard?

He took off his dark blue underwear, wiping himself with baby wipes. He handed the whole pack over after he was finished and I was ready to get up. He was fully naked in front of me. I hardly resisted the urge to jump on him again.

“For fun.” I shrugged my shoulders, making him “pf” while he rolled his eyes. I couldn’t resist looking at his whole body while he was just standing in front of me, washing his face and neck.

“I’d rather fuck you everyday.” He said after he wiped off the water, making my face even more red than it was before. Did he want me to be his girlfriend? Was he ready to be a boyfriend again? Megumi told me different things. I knew what a heartbroken human was capable of and I had to be cautious, even though the sex with him was a dream come true.

“Fine by me.” I pressed myself against him, looking up at his eyes, but not for long because he felt the need to kiss me. This time, the kiss was a lot more passionate, slower, with his hand on my jawline and neck, while the other kept me close to him. My fingers traveled on his cheeks and neck as well, making everything more romantic and a little less lustful. Was he catching feelings? He had two years to do so, but he didn’t seem interested in a little girl(as he should!).

“You’re the father I never had and the lover I wish I’d have.” I let down all my walls in front of him, looking straight into his soul through those deep blue eyes as I spoke softly, making him blush a little bit. That was very cute. Was I going too far again?

“Don’t you think I’m too old for you?” He asked me nervously, never letting go of my waist or cheek. His thumb started wandering towards my lips again, lightly brushing them.

“Do I look like I care?” I answered with a question, but my tone answered both of them. I bit his finger lightly, making him push it deep into my mouth. I sucked on it, but he kept his serious expression.

“We need to keep it a secret until you’re 18.” He said while I pushed his finger out of my mouth with my tongue, licking it from the bottom to the top and then freeing myself from his warm, safe hug.

“I’m sure it’s worth it.” I talked calmly, wetting my hands and sprinkling Toji before I ran out of the bathroom. Don’t you dare break my heart, Toji! I yelled in the hallway while laughing and running toward the kitchen, stopping when I got to the cooking table. I adored his big house. It had mainly neutral tones, black with white, grey and washed out blue. It really looked like a man was living on his own, but he was really organized. His aesthetic was very manly and sparkling clean. I wanted this in my life.

“You really think I’m an asshole?” He asked me through a handsome smile, making me smile as well. This man brought nothing but good time in my life.

“No, but-”

“No. That’s the right answer. Good girl.” He cut me off confidently, trying to catch me, but we kept circling around the table like the cat with the mouse. We were laughing like 2 teenagers.

“What do you need help with?” I asked him while I was paying attention to his body language, dodging every attempt to fool and catch me.

“I was wondering which pictures we should put on Megumi’s cake.“ He gave up at that point, walking slowly toward me, but I wasn’t having it. I kept running around like I double-scooped pre-workout.

“That’s so cute! I got this.” I smiled even wider when I realized that he wanted my opinion on something that was so important for him. His son was, after all, as many parents would say: the light of his eyes.

“Come on, Mabel.” He spoke to me on an annoyed tone, kind of scolding me for acting like a 5 year-old. I rolled my eyes and went toward the fridge where he already was. “Sike! Got’cha!” He grabbed me from behind, lifting me in both of his arms and laughing as I screamed like a spoiled brat.

“Not faaair! You’re a traitor!” I yelled over his loud laughing, making him have even more fun. I tried to get out of his grip, punched his forearms and kicked my feet left and right, but I didn’t achieve anything. He was too strong for me to escape if he didn’t want me to. In essence, this situation was scary, but I knew he didn’t want to force me to do anything.

“Put me down already!” I screeched and he did what I demanded him to do, but he started tickling me and I almost screamed again, but he noticed my lack of breathing and he finally let me go.

“You’re funny.” He said very amused, making me roll my eyes and pout angrily while I crossed my arms. I tilted my head toward the fridge, signaling him to continue what we were supposed to be doing.

“Mhm.” I kept making small steps toward the fridge, making him shake his head and laugh slowly. His eyes checked me out fast before opening the door.

“Are you mad?” He asked while carefully grabbing the big plate, my eyes sparkling at the big blue cake that had little stickers with characters from shows that Megumi liked. “Now, won’t you talk to me?” He kept pressing me after a few seconds of silence, making me raise my eyebrows at him and nod.

“No.” I finally told him, making him giggle again. We both knew I wasn’t serious, but I wanted to see how he made up for it.

“I’ll unclog your vocal chords, but first we need to complete this masterpiece.” My jaw dropped when I heard his words. What did he want to do? Did he want to stuff his dick in my throat? Did I not hear him correctly?

“Haaa?” I asked him surprised and confused, making him grin as he put the cake on the table, grabbing my cheeks with his long fingers and bringing my face closer to his. I immediately caught his forearm with my hands, gripping it tightly and feeling the lean muscle.

“What’chu heard, princess.” He winked at me exactly how he did it at the gym earlier, making me gasp as he let my cheeks breathe, but slipped his thumb in my slightly open mouth, pushing it far inside. “Get that pretty mouth ready.” He added on a cocky tone, making my eyes widen and my cheeks catch on fire. He was so blunt and that made him even hotter.

“Mm” I nodded in approval with his finger still in my mouth, sucking on it as if it was the sweetest lollipop. I decided to tease him a little more, so I brought my head even more forward, taking his whole thumb and a little bit of his hand, sucking it sloppily. I let him take it out and I licked the tip for some extra teasing, all while making eye contact. He was ready for round two.

“You’re so ready.” He concluded out loud, but I kept my cool and I just shrugged my shoulders and rolled my eyes with arrogance. I was very aware of the effect I had on him, especially in moments like this one.

“But the cake isn’t.” I snapped him back in reality, but he just smiled with half of his mouth. He knew words were one of my many talents and he, apparently, liked it.

“Right.” He agreed a little bit amused and ran up to his room to probably bring something back down. I took a few moments for myself, admiring the kitchen. It wasn’t huge, but enough to cook comfortably and not having to worry about space. It was very clean. Toji and Megumi took really good care of this place. I was stunned.

“So I didn’t tape them to their sticks ‘cause I didn’t know which ones you like, so I waited for you to call me.” He explained like a little kid who was talking about a new game that he found interesting, making me smile a little bit. So this was why he wanted me to come so badly, not the nswf parts. I was in awe.

I didn’t speak, even though I wanted to tell him this was a very cute thing to do for his son. I found myself wondering: what present did Toji get for Megumi?

“Don’t play the mute card, young lady!” Toji scolded me like I was his daughter, which was exactly what I craved. In a weird way, this turned me on. I was rational most of the time, but my emotional traumas were way too deeply engraved on my heart and personality. I secretly enjoyed things I shouldn’t have.

I kept quiet, but I looked very carefully at every single picture that included me and put aside what I wanted on the cake. Toji handled the rest of the pictures.

“Are you really mad at me?” He asked a little worried and I just frowned, pouting playfully, trying to get him to understand that I was just waiting for him to do something to take me out of this game. “OK, beautiful. I’ll show you making up after we glue these things.”

“More like making out.” I muttered under my breath, making him look at me confused for a second, but he grinned when he realized what I actually said. I adored the fact that, when we were together, there was a lot of grinning and smiling in different ways. I could’ve flirted with him all night and the next day and we wouldn’t be tired of it. When did everything change so quickly?

“Keep getting on my nerves, princess.” He spoke softly as we were hot-gluing small sticks to the back of the pictures.

After we were done silently gluing everything together, he let me arrange everything. He trusted my artistic eye more than his own, but he still helped and came with suggestions. I had a feeling he would’ve done a better job than me, but it was fine. I felt useful.

“Now that we’re done with this…” he said as he put the cake back into the fridge, making my heart skip a beat, then beating faster and faster. I was still craving the raw sex I was imagining with him when I was at the gym. “It’s time to do something about that nasty mouth of yours, right?” He spoke with that raspy voice, sensual tone that made me weak in the knees. He was absurdly hot when he did that, especially in combination with the stinging eye contact and erection in his shorts, knowing that he didn’t have any underwear on.

“I don’t know.” I tried to shrug my shoulders nonchalantly, but I was sure that my real emotions were showing. Even my voice started to tremble a little bit. I liked playing the dumb little girl and something told me that he liked it too.

“I do. Come here.” He started being more and more demanding, taking full control of the situation. This time, he made me fell like I didn’t have a choice in a good way. There was no room for me to comment or disobey. I loved it. “You’re killing me.” He said between his teeth before grabbing my neck and kissing me aggressively. I gladly responded to the kiss, my hands immediately running through his thick soft hair as our tongues were dancing.

“Why would-”

“On your knees.” He cut me off once again, making me gasp surprised at how blunt he could sometimes be. I should’ve expected that.

I obeyed his words like I was programmed to do it, getting down on the cold floor and looking up at him as his hand was already gripping his hard dick through his pants. I tilted my head in pleasure, because that was the hottest view I ever had of him. I was probably drooling. He smiled at the sight of me on my knees for him, grabbing my face with his other hand and letting his thumb wander on my lips and chin.

“Can you take it, baby?” He asked with a low tone, his deep voice making me nod in approval instantly.

“Mhm” I added while I waited patiently for him to take off his shorts, but he didn’t look like he wanted to do that yet.

“You can’t suck it if you don’t open your mouth, y’know.” He grabbed the back of my head, gripping a little bit of hair as well, making me get closer to his cock, but not touching it yet.

“I thought I was smarter than that, Toji.” I pouted and locked eyes with him while my hands took control over the situation and pulled his pants down, revealing a monster. It looked very hard, stood up and looked at me like I was its savior.

“Holy shit!” I whispered right before Toji grabbed my cheeks and forced me to open my mouth wide, stuffing his cock in my mouth impatiently. I closed my eyes, put my hands on it and got to work. I sucked it a lot better than his thumb, but my hair started to bother me. “Hold my hair, please.” I quickly spoke as I took a short break to breathe and he caught the loose hair strands and brought them to the back of my head, but he gave up when he noticed that he didn’t have as much control over my head.

“I don’t want to ruin you hair.” He moaned and talked to me with the same level of horniness that I had, his hand pushing away my face and signaling me to get back up. “Such a good girl.” He kept praising me while I did as he told me or guided me to, arousing me even more. That was absolutely right, I was the best girl. This was one of the many reasons why I preferred Toji and not his son. Megumi could never.

“Oh, fuck, yes!” I moaned out loud as he wrapped my legs around his hips, laying me down on the cold, but clean table and rubbing his member against my wet pussy, making me smile. This was it? Was he even going to last for another 5 minutes? I took that as a compliment.

“Oh, no, baby! I’m not done with your pretty mouth.” He grabbed my neck and pushed it down, rubbing the head on me with his other hand, grinning and moaning while looking at me. We were both such a mess, but somehow it was perfect.

“Wha…” I started talking, but I dropped the sentence as he suddenly left the space between my legs, circled around the table, meanwhile his hand was still on my neck, holding me down. He stopped right behind me, grabbed my waist and pulled me until my head was hanging from the table. My cheeks caught on fire again.

“Have you done this before?” He asked curiously, his eyes sparkling a little bit, but I just muttered a little “no”. My eyes trailed from his beautiful face all the way down to his dick and balls. I was stunned.

“I’ll be gentle, don’t worry.” He assured me before rubbing his tip on my lips to let him in. I kissed and licked it, teasing him a little bit before opening my mouth and trying not to bite him from this position. “I’m not gonna last long.” He frowned and moaned after putting it in, making me moan in pleasure when I heard his words. He started slowly fucking my mouth, while I tried to distract myself from the slight discomfort of this position, pleasuring myself in front of him with my legs wide open.

“Take off my shirt.” He suddenly got out of my mouth, demanding and I immediately got up and obeyed. He was in complete control only because I let him. That thought was enough for me to be confident, arrogant even.

He took off the shirt for me, putting it on the table next to me, then I let myself fall on my back, Toji’s hand catching my head so that I wouldn’t hit it. This was the attention to detail that I had and wanted those around me to have. Toji was the only one who met the standard.

“I won’t cum in your mouth, princess.” He kept using his mesmerizing voice and bent over a little bit to reach my sensitive area, making circular motions on my clit while I was holding on to his hand and tried to get my teeth out of the way. I really didn’t want to bite his dick, but I started to feel dizzy.

“Aghmm!” I made some questionable sounds while pushing him away so his length could exit my mouth, getting up and feeling his hands lightly push me by my shoulders. He immediately knew that something was wrong and didn’t dare to force anything. “I feel funny.” I spoke a little panicked, feeling the blood that was piling up in my head go back down to the rest of my body.

”Fuck, uh, here!” He muttered unsure of what to do, but quickly snapped back to reality and gave me a glass of water. He positioned himself in front of me, pulling me by my legs until they wrapped around his hips again. I drank some water and kept the last sip in my mouth, well hidden and I gave him the empty glass. When he turned back around, I spat at him, aiming at his chest. It was just an innocent joke. I expected him to get annoyed or laugh and quickly shake it off, but he took it as a challenge.

“You keep provoking me, little girl.” He kind of warned me, but I had no idea for what. My pulse started rising when I remembered that his dick was hard between my legs and there was a high chance that he’d put it in.

“You know I like it.” I swallowed the rest of the water and got ready for the kiss that he was leaning in for, closing my eyes and waiting for his tongue to slide between my lips and his cock to finally get inside of me, but only one of them happened. I moaned loudly as his member made its way inside of me, hearing Toji spit very close to my face, then feeling his saliva in my mouth. He saw the opportunity and took it without any second thoughts. I was a little surprised, but I opened my eyes and swallowed, smiling right after while locking eyes with him. He just kept surprising me in all the good ways.

“You’re driving me insane.” He said between heavy breaths, moaning with me while holding my waist with both of his hands, thrusting himself in me forcefully. It hurt a little bit, but my mother didn’t raise a quitter.

“It - oh - goes both wa-aah-ys!” I tried to speak, but I was too overwhelmed to make myself clear from the first try. He seemed to understand what I tried to say. He grabbed my neck and pushed me down, lifting my legs on his shoulders and holding them tightly as he shoved his whole meat inside of me from a position that made my kitty make a lot of noise. He quickly realized that I needed some extra stimulation on my clit to finish, so he spread my legs enough for one of his hands to fit between them, massaging my sweet spot with his thumb until I screamed his name. I held on to his other hand that was still gripping my leg, digging my nails into him and making him groan louder. His voice was the only thing I needed, I came way too hard when I heard him

He pulled out right after I finished on him, wetting the table, maybe even the floor, but I didn’t care. He spread his juice all over my abdomen, letting me watch the sexiest scene unfold right in front of me, on me. My mouth remained a little bit open and I only noticed after he winked at me. He was looking at my face, already in my eyes when I made eye contact with him.

“Great warm-up.” He said after lightly slapping my leg, rubbing his dick on me a few more times before he got the napkins and started wiping me. Warm-up? My heart skipped a beat again.

“I’m hungry, big guy.” I talked to him softly, trying to find some cute pet names for him. I loved it when he called me princess and good girl.

“Me too, princess.” He agreed and finished wiping me, while I was just standing there, accepting the princess treatment. I wanted to keep this man. An angry Megumi was worth it.

“What’chu got?” I asked him happily, making him pout while thinking about what he had in the fridge.

“We gotta shower.” He said as he made his way to the fridge, grabbing a plate with some pizza slices on it, bringing it to me. “You want it warm?” He asked and I shook my head in disapproval, grabbing a slice and eating it greedily. His dick didn’t keep my stomach full.

“I’ll make something later, I’m too lazy right now.” He kept pressing on the same subject, but I just shrugged my shoulders.

“I hit my protein goal for today, I’ll be fine either way. Keep it for breakfast.” I reassured him calmly, very relaxed, high even. I never experienced such good sex in my life. We clicked like two pieces made for each other.

“Such a good girl.” He concluded for himself, making me blush. I never aimed to be the good or the bad girl, I was just me. Was he impressed by something I thought was normal?

“Am I, really?” I made a confused face while asking such an obvious question, making him slightly raise an eyebrow while he grabbed another slice of pizza.

“Yeah. The rest of Megumi’s girl friends are just basic. No discipline, no big goals, just crying about stomach aches and doing nothing about it.” He bit into the pizza, eating a big chunk while looking at me. His eyes were hypnotizing. I swallowed the piece that I chewed and thought about an answer to what he said.

“They made me feel like I was crazy at some point, but I got used to it. I hate basic people.” I spoke calmly, showing a little bit of disgust at the end of the second sentence. I really hated basic monkeys.

“Then why do you-”

“He encouraged me to keep it up when everyone didn’t.” I cut him off just like he did when he thought I was wrong, making him frown worried. He sighed, half proud of his son, but half distressed for him. I knew exactly why.

“He has feelings for you.” Toji read my mind with a worried look on his face. He looked like reality hit him, but I knew this feeling before his dick destroyed my insides and I somehow managed to ignore it. Megumi wasn’t even the last on my list of romantic interests.

“I know. You just made it sound like any man that-”

“No, Mabel. You know I didn’t mean that. You’re a pleasure to be around.” He cut me off for the tousandth time, making me roll my eyes. He tried to be nice, but my inner issues were screaming.

“Really? I thought I’m a brat, especially to people close to me.” We both took another bite from our slices and Toji put the plate back in the fridge. We weren’t full, but we regained some energy. The thought of another round made me blush.

“That’s just because they don’t know how to handle you.” He said after swallowing the last piece, making me frown. Of course he thought it was easy. I let him believe that all this time.

“I don’t let them handle me. What am I? A puppet?” I spoke offended, making him laugh out loud right in front of my face. He put his hand on my leg, gripping it a little bit.

“Sure.” He spoke with a cocky tone, making me exhale angrily. I looked at his hand and resisted the urge to bite my lip. I wanted them all over me again and again.

“Sure.” I imitated him while looking away, making him tighten his grip until it started to hurt. I adored the ways he reminded me who was stronger, in control.

“Did I hear something, sweetie?” He asked sarcastically, but amused, making me pout like a spoiled child.

“No?” I answered playfully, making him chuckle in the ‘you’ll see later’ way. I was afraid, but I couldn’t wait at the same time.

We ended the conversation with a glass of water each and kissing passionately again. He grabbed my waist with one hand and my cheek with the other, his body making its way between my legs again. We were sticky from our previous cardio session and our hands had pizza on them, so we didn’t dare touch each other’s hair or private parts.

“Got’cha!” He laughed after, in a split second, he stepped back and threw me over his shoulder as if I was way too light for him, making me scream scared and amused at the same time. I started laughing, not so sure about this position right after I ate pizza, but it didn’t last long. He dropped me when we got into the upstairs bathroom, holding onto my waist to make sure I wasn’t going to fall. He was such a gentleman, I loved it.

“Why are you still single?” I asked him out of nowhere, shifting the whole mood from playful to serious. In a split second, with some words that I didn’t choose carefully, I might’ve ruined everything. He pursed his lips, his smile fading while looking into my eyes. That was definitely a sad sight.

“I wanted to focus on him, but now I think I have everything I wished for. Without one thing.” He talked to me softly, seriously, making me even more curious about his way of seeing life. Was he ready for another woman? Was there any chance that he wanted me?

“It’s fine if you want to end the conversation here. I was trying to compliment you.” I cringed a little bit, reassuring him while I looked around for a hair tie. I knew I had a few hidden in the other bathroom, but I wasn’t sure about this one.

“It’s fine. What are you looking for?” He asked with a few drops of confusion in his voice. I kind of liked the sight of a confused Toji. I started wondering how hot he could be if he ever let me take over full control and he turned into a submissive man for one night.

“I need to tie my hair.” I smiled awkwardly and he immediately reached behind his after-shave and gave me one of my blue hair ties. I thanked him, asking myself how it got here. I knew for a fact that I didn’t put it there. Did he plan this whole thing?

“You planted little clues all over the house, especially where you knew I would see them.” He answered my questions without even hearing them, making my jaw drop a little bit. I was absolutely mesmerized by this man. “I’m not that stupid either. This is why Megumi thinks you like him back, but I knew the moment you broke up with that asshole that you wouldn’t be with someone your age ever again.” He continued unwrapping my thoughts as if they were Christmas gifts, making me smile and blush very hard. I couldn’t believe he actually caught on my cheesy clues and behavior.

“My hope in men was dead until tonight.” I said happily, trying to compliment him again, but he took it the wrong way 90% of the time. We spoke the same language, so I doubted he didn’t understand what I was trying to say.

His hands landed on my boobs out of nowhere, while I was tying my hair in a high messy bun, massaging my chest slowly, with little to no force and making me smile while I was biting my lip. I loved his soft touch and his rough hits and bites, all in one, perfectly balanced.

“I hope it’s still dead. I know you trust me and that’s more than enough.” His hands trailed down to my waist, pulling me closer while he spoke to me with a little hint of horniness in his voice, signaling that round 3 was about to start in the shower and I was ready for it.

“My ex and Megumi are going to hunt me down and kill me.” I said with an amused tone, but Toji took it more seriously than I expected. He got more tense, aggressive even, pressing us together and kissing me with passion. We were burning again together.

“Over my dead body.” He stopped for a second to angrily say this, grabbing my butt with both of his hands and making me moan in his mouth. The natural possessiveness that this man had in himself, especially(hopefully, only) when he was with me was the ultimate turn on for me. The way he was so sure about keeping me safe, no matter what happened, had my daddy issues screaming in pleasure.

“You’re such a DILF.” I smiled on his lips, making him laugh a little and lick one corner of my mouth, tingling me. I was in heaven.

“Perfect for you, princess.” His spoke in my cheek, making me melt more in his arms. His hands reached my waist, slowly going up on my back while he guided me toward the shower area. It wasn’t a cabin, but an open space in the bathroom with a showerhead and a fancy hole in the floor. The design was flawless.

He made us switch places so that the water hit his shoulders first, gasping when a few drops of cold water hit my face and chest. He didn’t react. It was like he was made of steel.

I placed my hands on his chest, watching the water run down his chest in the white light, feeling his relaxed muscles with my fingers. I licked and bit his skin, making him tighten his grip on my shoulders and waist. He was hiding me with his tall, thick figure. I felt so safe with him. I wanted to scream with happiness and relief. I could finally let my guard down without getting burned.

I wrapped my hands around him, pressing my chin onto his chest while I closed my eyes and enjoyed the intimate moment. The water was starting to feel warmer and Toji slowly made us switch places again, letting me melt in his arms from the front and in the warm water from the back. He pressed his cheek on my forehead, planting a little sweet kiss there as well. It made me smile and blush, rubbing my cheek on him in a cute way in response. When did our situation become more than sexual attraction? Was I blind?

Suddenly, I felt his member wake up and signal his presence, making me smirk. I dug my nails into his back, scratching pretty hard and making him growl. He slapped my butt cheek hard as well, making me almost yell in pain, but we both liked it. We were both pain lovers. Just a little bit.

“You ruined the moment, naughty girl.” He talked through his teeth, but I felt his smirk in the tone he used. He actually liked it.

“You poked me first!” I fought back with a high-pitched tone, biting his chest again and making him laugh. That laugh turned me on again.

He grabbed the bottle of shower gel, squeezed a generous amount in his left hand and rubbed his hands together.

“Can I?” He showed me his palms full of bubbles that smelled fresh, a masculine scent stinging my nostrils. I nodded and raised my hands, letting him touch my entire body with absolutely 0 shame. He enjoyed every second of it as much as I did. His hands massaged my whole body, excluding the downstairs private parts, making me close my eyes and feel his gentle touch. From my arms, down to my chest and back, my butt and legs, all the way back up to my neck. I opened my eyes when he came back up, pushing me under the water to rinse and kissing me passionately. Was this man even real?

“You missed a spot.” I said between kisses, making him bite my lower lip.

“I got a special gel for that.” He answered my concern seriously, making me giggle. Did he want to baby-trap me?

“Second day pills are hell on earth.” I immediately defended myself, making him frown and then laugh when he caught on what I said. Was he not taking me seriously?

“I was talking about that one, sweetheart.” He grabbed my cheeks and turned my head to look at the bottle of gel for the intimate parts. He wasn’t talking about sperm. OK.

“Oh.” I sighed in relief, wrapping my fingers around his wrist and waiting for him to let go of my face, but he didn’t. He pulled me in another sloppy kiss, making me moan. I couldn’t help myself around him.

“No creampies for you, anyway. You’re on a cut, remember?” He cracked a joke, making me raise my eyebrows while I laughed. I was glad he was rational, even when he seemed like he lost control. Was I even able to make him lose control?

“My turn.” I grabbed the bottle and squeezed less than he did, but as much as I could fit in one hand, starting with his chest and shoulders, going down and back up on his arms, his torso and abs. He flexed them when I tried to scratch lightly, making me pout while he just smirked.

“Predictable.” He said with arrogance while I just continued massaging his body, signaling him to turn around and let me wash his huge back. Even his ass was bigger and rounder than mine. I was jealous and impressed. Very hot.

“Nice ass, tough guy.” I commented and slapped it right after, making him huff amused. I continued with the rest of his body, excluding the parts that needed the special gel. I had to get down on my knees and massage each leg separately. He was too big for me to handle him like he did with me. When I sat down, his dick was already looking at me. I couldn’t help but kiss it, licking the tip as I watched his reaction. He tensed his jaw, his eyes darkening at the sight of me looking up at him as my lips touched his member. I kept massaging one of his legs as I opened my mouth and took it in. His right hand instantly grabbed my jaw and pushed my head back, even though he looked like he wanted me to suck the life out of him.

“Not here.” He groaned slowly, pulling me by my face and forcing me to get up, sticking his tongue deep in my mouth. I squeezed my legs together, the familiar feeling of hot puffiness returning down there. I just wanted him to pick me up and fuck me hard.

“Why?” I was genuinely curious why he didn’t want to start round 3 in the shower. Did he have some kind of phobia or trauma?

“It was a long day. We got time to do it anywhere you want, but today I want you in my bed.” He sighed and answered calmly, but I noticed the little hint of fatigue in his voice. Was this my chance to take over control? Was he going to let me? Did I really want to?

“Sounds so good.” I pushed him under the water to rinse off the shower gel. He grabbed the bottle of special gel before I could reach it first, putting it on a very high shelf after he squeezed the desired amount in his hand, making me frown and pout.

“I’ll give it to you before we get out of here. I might finish in your hand and we don’t want that.” He extra-reassured me while I was looking at his hands trying to reach my private parts: one from the front and one from the back.

“Still talking about that?” I pointed at the bottle he didn’t want me to have, making him smirk. I was falling in love with our dynamic more and more.

“You little nasty girl.” He smiled on my neck, biting and grabbing my legs, lifting me into his arms and trying to kiss me, but I turned my head and he just licked my cheek.

“Little? Have you seen my back?” I spoke offended next to his ear, feeling his right side stretch upward, but I thought nothing of it.

“Excuse me!” He said while his hands were doing something behind my back. I tried to turn around, but he didn’t let me. I fought back until he dropped me. His length was full of bubbles.

“Oh, you’re not excused.” I said with a hint of anger in my voice, looking back at his face and noticing a guilty smile. He finished washing himself and stopped the water, placing his big hand on my lower back while our eyes were locked. I couldn’t get enough of his eyes.

“Mhm, we’ll see about that.” He moved in a cocky manner, putting a big towel around me and playfully pressed my bun like it was a button. I started fuming. He wiped his whole body with another towel and stepped aside with clean dry skin. He was almost as pale as me, with blue-black hair and a cheeky personality. The perfect match, if you asked me.

He waited patiently for me to wipe myself, biting his lip as his eyes wandered on my body and his right hand was stroking his dick, making my mouth open in slight surprise. The image in front of me belonged in the most luxurious porn films. I had to memorize this very well for the times when I wasn’t with him. For when I couldn’t fall asleep. He knew he was hot and that made the whole situation 10 times sexier.

“I’m not going to hurry if you do that, Toji.” I tried to tease him back as I wiped my breasts slowly, then I put the towel between my legs and gently wiped her, all while looking into his eyes. He didn’t dare to break the eye contact, but he slowed down the stroking motion. I took some satisfaction out of that. Did he just let me take control over the situation?

“And now what are you waiting for?” I asked him after I hanged the towel, gesturing with my hands for the dramatic effect. He caught on immediately, giving me the ‘are you sure?’ look with a hint of spice in it. I was very sure. I nodded as he grabbed my waist with one hand and lifted me up, wrapping myself around him like we weren’t all over each other a few moments ago. His other hand reached between my legs from behind and started rubbing my sensitive area, making me breathe heavily already as he was taking us to his room.

He practically jumped with both of us on his bed, moaning together as he immediately put his member inside of me. I didn’t expect him to be so animalistic this time, but he somehow gathered his energy to fuck me harder this time.

“I thought y-oh-u were tired.” I tried to talk between moans and slaps, making him smile arrogantly. He was just toying with me.

“I am.” He reassured me while grabbing my legs and throwing me on my side after he thrusted in me one last time and got out. “Turn around, baby.” He demanded and I immediately obeyed, but I didn’t know if he wanted me to lift my butt or not. “Higher.” He said after he positioned himself on top of me, grabbing my hips and pulling them. “Don’t make me repeat myself, angel.” He kept pulling my hips while I bit my lip at the last word that came out of his mouth. I arched my back even more and pushed myself with my hands. He put his thumb in my hole, but I barely felt it compared to his dick.

“Please, Toji!” I begged after a few more seconds of silence, tension building up as I couldn’t wait anymore. He started rubbing his head on my pussy, teasing me way too much.

“Am I excused?” He aggressively grabbed the back of my neck, pushing my head into the soft bed while teasing my hole with the tip. If I said yes, it would’ve been a win win situation, but I wasn’t that weak.

“Fuck!” I screeched very annoyed, making him laugh evilly. I couldn’t say yes or no. I wanted him to choose for me so that I had who to put the blame on.

“Answer, Mabel!” His tone got even more aggressive, gripping my neck tighter while rubbing his whole length on my dripping kitty. I didn’t hold back any moan just to make him fold, but he wasn’t that weak either. The night just got 10 times more interesting.

“Just put it in!” I kept pressing him, but he just slapped my ass and let out a little unsatisfied “mm”.

“I won’t let you cum.” He said with a serious tone, making me laugh out loud. How was he going to stop me? I was too turned on for that to not happen.

“You can’t fo-”

“Yeah, keep underestimating me, princess.” He cut me off like usually, bending over and grabbing something from the bottom drawer. He lifted me up and turned me around, throwing me closer to the edge of the bed. He grabbed my hands and, in a split second, he handcuffed me to his bed. My jaw dropped and I gasped surprised, but he was just proudly smirking.

“You’re going to regret it.” He warned me one last time before he got to work, starting with his hands and mouth. He went down on me, but it was almost nothing like the first time. He was impatient and animalistic, but still so good. He put two fingers inside of me when he noticed that I was starting to shake, stopping right before I was about to reach the end.

“Is this all you got?” I asked with a shaky voice, trying to squeeze my legs together, but he didn’t let me. He suddenly transformed into someone purely evil. I loved villains.

“You’re getting on my nerves again. You know what that means?”

“I’m about to f-ah-ind out.” I tried to keep my cool, but he put my legs on his shoulders again and entered brutally in me, but he still didn’t let me squeeze my legs together. I didn’t try to free my hands because I knew it was in vain, but I was still pulling on the handcuffs. I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, but, somehow, I did.

“Say it, baby!” He demanded once again, making me laugh while moaning and trying to close my legs. His grip was as tight as his tensed jaw. He was on the edge as much as I was.

“Fuck me harder, handsome!” I completely ignored his words, looking at him with pure horniness in my eyes. He looked away, kissing my calf and slapping my butt cheek.

“Goddamit, Mabel!” He muttered angrily, making me laugh even more. I was having the time of my life.

“Let me suck tha-” I tried to annoy him more, but he had enough of this. Toji grabbed my neck and got close to my face.

“You’re not the one in control here.” He said with that deep, raspy voice that I absolutely loved, making me bite my lip in ecstasy.

“Who says that?” I almost whispered, making him smirk widely. I was officially in trouble.

“I do.” He answered simply, getting back up and flipping me around, spreading my legs and eating me out from behind. After a short while, I started to moan loudly and my legs were shaking. He stopped and no later than one second I felt his length slide inside of me. He was growling, which meant that he wasn’t too far either. Still, he didn’t let me close my legs.

“Toji, please!” I yelled in his pillow, biting it as I was taking his huge cock, demolishing my insides with his hardness. He was very close too. I could feel it.

“No fucking way!” He got out and flipped me on my back, handling me with force and anger, but still making sure I was OK. How did de know I liked it this rough?

“What are you doing?” I asked him when he got up from the bed, walking over to the same drawer and searching for something in it. He ripped open a condom’s package, sliding it quickly on his member as he positioned himself between my legs.

“There’s no way I’ll control myself through this one.” He said almost defeated, biting his lip as he got back inside, looking at me, proud of the mess that I became. “Are you OK, princess?” He asked me while thrusting slowly and I just nodded while breathing heavily, little moans escaping here and there.

“Big guy?” I asked sheepishly, playing the innocent card again. I knew he couldn’t resist the innocent Mabel. He threw me a curious look.

“Mhm?” He groaned as the thrusts got faster and harder, making me pull the handcuffs and try to squeeze my legs again. I waited for the pace to be close to maximum and for the tension to build up again before saying the magic words: “You’re excused.”

That was all he needed. His mouth spread in a naughty smile, holding my legs with one hand while the other started rubbing my clit, making me frown and open my mouth.

“Cum on me, Mabel!” He said out of breath as we both moaned and finished at the same time. I couldn’t believe where life brought me. The sex was so good that I started catching feelings, way stronger than before.

After we caught our breaths, we smiled to each other as he removed himself from between my legs, taking the condom off on his way to the bathroom. I carefully got up and started walking toward the bathroom, but I bumped into the most handsome man in the hallway. He offered me the pack of wet wipes.

“Thank you, beautiful, but I need to pee.” I said happily and he just nodded and stood aside so that I had enough space to pass. He slapped my ass and followed me.

We cuddled in bed after cleaning ourselves, laughing and kissing gently like we were the happiest newly weds on our honeymoon.

“We’ll figure everything out tomorrow. Let’s just sleep.” I talked to him softly, brushing his cheek with my fingers while he was holding me tightly wrapped in his arms. We shifted so his head rested on my bare chest, falling asleep only in our underwear, in his cocoon. I wanted to move in with him the next day, but our relationship was impossible at least until I turned 18. What were we?

[catmansquad]

Watermelon

Miguel O'Hara x M!Reader (NSFW, oral, body appreciation, praise, food)

You return home one evening to find your boyfriend is in a mood...

‘I have… Questions, Miguel.’ He smirked playfully in response, red eyes glinting with mirth. His tongue licked slowly down one of those long, sharp fangs; a reminder that your boyfriend of two years was venomous. ‘Go on…’ He purred. You shifted your weight from one foot to the other. ‘Ok… What are you doing with that watermelon, and why are you just… looming there in your shorts?’ His grin widened, passing the large, heavy fruit from one hand to the other as if it were little more than a hollow ball. Miguel so casually showing off his strength made something inside you gnaw on the bars of its enclosure. He also left very little to the imagination, dressed in little more than deep blue shorts; his tan physique was on full display, muscles rippling as he toyed with the heavy fruit. Nothing you hadn’t seen before. You had enjoyed exploring and knowing every inch of his body with your hands, and mouth. Some people knew Miguel, others knew Spider-Man. You had the pleasure of both in your bed.

Your mouth fell open as Miguel moved as only he could manage; leaping straight up, talons sinking into the ceiling as he caught the watermelon between his thighs. ‘Heh…’ His little chuckle came with the proud smirk on his lips, knowing he had your full attention. You knew that this was not about to be just another acrobatics performance from the half-spider man. He tensed up, and with the slightest exertion, he flexed his thighs and the poor fruit was crushed between those powerful muscles. You gulped at the heavy splatter, the crushed melon had never stood a chance. ‘You alright, love?... Heh… I bet you’ll fantasize later about having your head between these thick thighs.’ He dropped from the ceiling retrieving the crushed melon that threatened to fall apart in his hands and tutted as he looked himself over. ‘Tch… Look at this mess. So clumsy…’ Slowly, his gaze returned back to you, smirk returning as he held the watermelon in one massive hand and beckoned you with the other. ‘Care to help me, my love…?’ He adjusted his stance, showing the melon juice running down those strong legs. ‘You can put your tongue to good use…’ Your heart skipped a beat at his suggestion, blood rushing both south and to your cheeks in a furious blush.

‘That’s it… Good boy…’ He purred praise softly as your tongue began to stroke long licks up his strong legs, feeling muscles ripple. The melon juice was sweet and sticky, mixed with Miguel’s natural taste. He was delicious. Beneath you, his toes curled into the carpet, talons scraping and cutting through the fabric. ‘… Good boy, you like that, mm? Taste good?’ His soft chuckle rumbled through his form as you placed an adoring kiss to his inner thigh before moving to his other leg, your work only half done. You felt his crimson gaze upon you as you repeated your task, savouring the delicious delight of your boyfriend, interchanging loving licks with soft kisses. He looked so smug. It was only when you reached the top of the other thigh, you nipped on the skin, determined to leave a lovebite and watched it heal before your eyes. Miguel chuckled at your attempt, a hand on your shoulder as you made to stand. ‘Oh, my love, you’re not done. No… I’ve got another treat for you before you can have your melon…’ The hand left you, and you watched Miguel tug down his shorts, revealing his hard length, throbbing before your gaze. You looked up to meet his eyes, staring back down at you with a wry, hungry smile on his lips. Checking to see if he was serious, then you stretched up to lick along the underside of him before taking the tip into your mouth. His groan was one of heat and delight, his free hand softly stroking through your hair to grip at your scalp. ‘… Muy bien… Just like that… Such a good boy for me. Such a good mouth… Hnn….’ His little groan, the tiniest twitch of his hips as you took him deeper, slurping on him like he was another exceptionally sweet treat. His chest swelled with a deep inhale; his restraint threatened. ‘After you’ve done this, you can enjoy your melon with me, and I’ll return the favour, mm?’ You fought back the gag reflex as you took him as deeply as you could, eyeing the trail of dark hair that led down from his heaving abs. ‘Mmph-!’ You managed, and watched the man tremble, nearly dropping the melon as his free hand tightened on your head enough that you felt your skull was briefly in a vice. ‘Shock-! … Hnnngh… Hey, no-one told you not to talk with your mouth full?’ You struggled to lap at the underside of his length and felt him throb in you as your hands reached up to feel his thick thighs as he softly began to thrust deeper down your throat.

‘… Ah, shock, such a good boyfriend… I love you so much. Not just anyone would be willing to get on their knees and lick watermelon from my thighs, and then deepthroat me like this… Nnn..��� His breathing was coming faster, his throbbing was more forceful as he cursed with yet more moans falling from his lips. You hummed in willing delight, watching his eyes go wide again. He throbbed, thrust softly and you nearly gagged as his hand tightened on your scalp again and began to gulp down the hot load he spurted down. ‘Hngh! Shock! Shock it- Ohh, good boy… That’s it… That’s it- swallow every drop, my love… So, so good for me… muy bien, mi cariño… Te amo, te amo…’ You knew you were having an effect when he began to tremble and blabber in Spanish. Finally he began to calm, the hand on your head released its grip and came away. You slowly pulled back, letting him slip from past your lips with a single strand of saliva connected. With a heavy, relieved sigh, Miguel knelt down to eye-level with you, still cradling the watermelon in one had; his cheeks flushed, and breathing heavy. ‘Good boy…’ He purred, leaning in to kiss you. So much love swelled in your chest, aware that it was returned by him. Finally, you broke apart and witnessed the silly smirk on his face. ‘… What do you want first? For me to return the favour, or to feed you melon….?’ You watched the talons on his free hand click out, index finger slicing a small square of the fruit free and held it out to you. ‘Crime can wait until the morning, my love. Tonight, I’m all yours….’ Mindful of the sharp talon, you leaned in and picked up the melon cube between your teeth, and watched him smile. ‘Why not both…? Spoil me, Miggy…’ He chuckled again and kissed your forehead. ‘Stop talking with your mouth full…’

[thefreaksrunthisshow]

Richie working at Beanies, Max is a regular. Occasionally Richie brings Max coffee at school or before games. Idk.

Barista Boy

Max Jagerman x Richie Lipschitz

Genre: Fluff, confessions, first kiss

A/N: I had a great time writing this… I might make it a long fic on my ao3 if there’s enough interest 🫣 Anyway, enjoy!

Richie knew exactly how he ended up as the personal barista of the biggest bully in Hatchfield High. The inability to say no combined with his huge fucking crush on the guy made it virtually impossible for him to avoid it.

Coffee was far from his passion. No, that belonged to the worlds he was able to slip into when watching anime or playing his favorite video games, but Beanies wasn’t a terrible place to work in retrospect. Sure, the customers could be assholes, but that was bound to happen anywhere he worked dealing with the dreaded public. The coffee smell did however make him sick quite often. It seeped into all his clothing, his hair, and his very being. He swore that no matter how much he scrubbed after his shifts there was still a faint scent of coffee. He was convinced the smell had burned itself into his nostrils and he would never escape it.

The scent made it even easier for his predator to find him. Had he not managed to evade Max a time or two he would have thought the jock had a tracking device planted on him. The way he was able to find him at any given moment was uncanny. So he submitted to bringing him coffee as a sort of peace deal.

“You know…” Max started his voice echoing in the empty locker room. He was a big tipsy, they’d just won the biggest game of the season against Clivesdale after all and he couldn’t say no to a few celebratory beers. He sipped the coffee from Richie, turning the cup over in his hands, his leg bouncing with the weight of what he wanted to say.

“Mhmm?” Richie questioned, his head tilted a bit in confusion. Max wasn’t usually one for having difficulties speaking, that was however very normal for himself. Sometimes his mouth moved faster than his brain worked and his words got all jumbled around.

“I absolutely fucking hate coffee,” Max finally whispered.

The weight of his confession hung heavy in the air. If he hated coffee why did he demand such a task from Richie?

Oh… could it be because… surely not?

Richie sucked in a sharp breath, his cheeks on fire as he looked away. Focusing on the nighthawk painted on the wall he began to count backward from ten before he glanced back over at Max, hoping that his flush was less visible now.

“Why?” he simply asked.

“To see you.”

“Me?” Richie asked dumbfounded. Surely he wasn’t hearing things correctly.

Max nodded, throwing the cup of coffee across the room. It landed in the trash can with a soft thud and silence for what felt like an eternity followed. Sobered up by the coffee he scooted closer to Richie on the bench who tensed up as their shoulders collided awkwardly.

Richie mumbled something that Max couldn’t make out, breaking the silence. With a bit of prodding he spoke again, this time a bit louder. “What game are you playing?”

“No game,” he shrugged and Richie relaxed his tense shoulders just a bit.

“I — I should be going,” Richie stuttered. Stumbling to his feet he attempted to run but Max was faster and he found himself pinned against the wall. Knowing a beating was coming he scrunched up his nose and closed his eyes, but it never came. Instead of a fist meeting his face, he felt something featherlight, hesitant, and a bit wet on his cheek for just a moment. His eyes flew open just in time to see Max pulling away from him, a furious red blush on his cheeks.

His eyes cascaded down, hovering over his lips and then up to his eyes. Terror couldn’t even describe his emotions as he found Max slowly moving back towards him, with a hunger in his eyes that he’d never quite experienced in real life before.

Their lips met. Soft, gentle, hesitant of the other.

Just as they were closing in for another kiss they heard loud footsteps coming their way. Panic settled across their faces as they jumped apart just in time for Jason and Kyle to stumble in.

“See ya, nerd,” Max chuckled with a sly wink and joined his friends.

Richie sat in the locker room alone for at least an hour, his lips raw from his constant rubbing trying to process what the fuck had just happened and whether it was nothing more than a dream.

[angellayercake]

Does anyone else feel like their fandom is the only stopping them succumbing to the crushing weight of everything?

I feel actually sick going back to work today and not just because i am coming back from a lovely weekend where I actually felt something other than stress for the first time in ages.

I mentioned a while ago that I had a promotion right? Well that was already going to be a massive step up for me because I was going from a store at the bottom of the range of sales targets to a store at the top so I was expecting a big jump in expectations and having to manage my time better etc etc

But I also started at the beginning of the new financial year and that has brought with it a whole bunch of changes that I fear might actually break me.

This probably won't really mean much but before managers were basically an extra person in the store. We were free to jump in whenever things got busy or there was something complex that needed dealing with or cover shifts when staff called in sick etc but the rest of the time we were able to do all the tasks that are needed to run the store, some set weekly things and some that just need to be dealt with as they came up.

But now to minimise costs we are required to be 'on rota' so covering an area of the store in place of a member of staff for at minimum two thirds of our time, leaving us with about 12 hours (hahahaha it hasn't happened yet though) a week to do what we need to do. And I just can't. What was already a steep learning curve has become an expectation that I can never hope to meet and I hate HATE not being good at my job. Because it isn't hard. It is just being made impossible by head office assholes that only want more and more profit.

I was trying to get hold of a hr advisor for three days last week and even though I called them 10+ times they called me back twice but when I was on rota with no one to cover so I couldn't take the call because how am I going to ask for advice on a difficult and confidential situation while I am also supposed to be covering somewhere. AND THEN the last hr advisor I spoke to when I explained that I was going to be away for a few days said oh well why don't you email because then you can check your email while you are out of store. Excuse me what???

I just don't know how much longer I can go on like this. I did a stress burn out survey once to get a gift card but then the organiser of the survey emailed me to say they were really concerned about my answers but I was too scared to reply because I don't actually care to know how much this is probably ruining my life 🙃🙃🙃 I don't even want to do this but I have no idea what I should do and my partner is neither able or willing to really do more than he is doing now for me to be able to take a pay cut so I just have to exist I guess

At least I can listen to the future is a foreign land on repeat for the rest of time 🥺

[library-of-crow]

The most terrible thing about it wasn’t just what happened, but rather that it happened on a regular day.

A day so normal, so unassuming, that Valdoria would have otherwise forgotten about it. A day that would have been lost to memory, a day that should have been uneventful, a day that she desperately wishes to go back to and make into an average day.

Alas, it was not.

It was the latter half of the day when it happened, Valdoria was between tasks and enjoying a moment of peace in the garden with her brother, Valdun, and her advisor, Sam. In moments like these, they agreed to not discuss any of the day’s work and avoid worrying about any documents that need signing or speeches that need editing. Once Liddy arrived, they had planned to play a card game, loser traveled to the Midlands for a meeting with one of the more eccentric lords. 

“I’m just saying, I think the city would look better if we had, like, one really, really big tree. We could name it, make a landmark, say there’s some fancy story associated with it.” Valdoria pitched to the other two while sitting on a bench and mindlessly sketching her surroundings with a quill. Valdun sparred lazily with the air while Sam sat by Dory’s side, occasionally approving the images she turned to show her but otherwise bided her time gazing at the clouds above. 

“Why fabricate a story? We can just plant a tree.” Valdun replied, sticking his sword in an imaginary enemy. “I’d say everyone likes a good tree. We can name it in honor of the revolutionaries.. Or something.” He punctuated with a shrug before returning to striking at the air. 

“That could actually be quite nice. Honor them and the new age and whatnot.” Sam added, her eyes not leaving the sky. “Should we have made a plaque or something for that by now?”

“I’m sure it's fine,” Valdun quickly replied, “this is also beginning to sound work-y. As your King, I request a topic change.” Though his attention remained on the dramatic striking of the air in front of him, he laughed with the other two who booed his use of titles. 

“Alright fine, big guy, what do you suppose we talk about?” Valdoria finally said, putting her quill and parchment down beside her and folding her hands in her lap expectantly.

“Let’s talk about how Dance Master Lyon made me look like a fool yesterday.” Valdun’s response earned an uproar of laughter from both girls, causing him to stop his sparring to turn in their direction. He drove his sword into the ground in front of him and rested a hand atop it. “Oh come on, it wasn’t that bad.” 

Neither Dory nor Sam’s laughter showed signs of slowing. The two of them leaned into each other for support as tears threatened to spill from Dory’s eyes. They were both there when the Dance Master attempted to teach Valdun a new dance, and they both witnessed the sharp crack of his wooden stick as Lyon corrected Valdun’s posture multiple times over. 

“It was pretty bad.” Sam managed, desperately trying to catch her breath between fits of laughter. Valdun frowned at the pair, entirely unimpressed. “Why, in Fetari’s name, would you bring that up?” Dory gestured to Sam in agreement with her question but Valdun just rolled his eyes in response and returned to his sparring. 

Wiping at her eyes, Dory finally sat back up and sighed to catch her breath. She opened her mouth to quip about Valdun’s lack of grace but suddenly froze. Something was very, very wrong. The smile immediately faded from her face as a lump formed in her throat and she found herself feeling crushed by the weight of an unknown force. Her hand fell to the edge of the bench to stabilize herself as the sound of Sam and Valdun continuing their conversation became nothing but white noise behind the amplified sound of her heartbeat. It felt like she was choking or being ripped apart from the inside. The scar where Sam had stabbed her all those years ago began to burn like it was being reopened. There was nothing but pain and fear and- was that despair?

“Hey, Dory, you alright?” Sam asked, noticing the princess had stopped responding to the conversation. Her hand lightly touched her shoulder when she received no reply and Dory’s head didn’t rise from staring down at her lap. A shuddering breath from lips prompted Sam to speak to her again before gently moving some hair out of her face. At this point, Valdun had stopped swinging his sword around and sheathed it to cautiously approach the bench.

There was no response from Valdoria. She couldn’t even hear the question, much less formulate some sentence that expressed in any way how she was feeling. It was getting harder and harder to breathe as panic began to set in. Something was terribly wrong but she couldn’t figure out what. She finally lifted her head, eyes red and tear-streaked as she met Sam’s gaze. A look of horror was plastered across her face as she attempted to swallow past the lump that hadn’t stopped growing in her throat. At this, Valdun rushed to his sister’s side, kneeling on the ground beside her and desperately searching her face and body for any sign of what may have happened. 

Another wave of pain and Dory twisted her eyes shut as a sob wracked her body. She couldn’t hear him but she knew Valdun was begging Sam to help in whatever way she could while Sam continued to try and get her attention. Their efforts were entirely in vain as the pain moved to her head and both of Dory’s hands shot up to claw at her scalp as if she could dig it out. Sobs turned to wails as Dory forced herself off the bench and to her knees in the dirt. The feeling was beyond indescribable. Was it her heart being forced from her chest? The burning feeling of someone digging through her insides and twisting them into painful shapes? 

No, she realized, it was her soul being broken. A piece was being dragged away, discarded and left to rot. 

A piece of her soul was alone and afraid. 

The wails became screams as tears and snot coated her bright red face. Her body folded, hands finding the dirt and grass that always brought her comfort in the past but now found nothing. No matter what Sam tried, Dory was inconsolable. She didn’t calm until exhaustion took her and Valdun was forced to carry her to her room, his own face streaked with tears and turned emotionless from the horror he’d just witnessed.

When she awoke the next day, Valdun was sleeping at her side. He was hunched over, resting on his arms at the foot of her bed while sitting on a foot stool. Sam was similarly slumped over at the desk in the corner but a small stir from Dory woke her right up and she quickly jumped over to fuss over Dory. The movement woke Valdun, who joined in the fussing. 

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” Dory muttered, as Sam tried to look her over for any signs of injury or corruption. Sam looked altogether unconvinced but allowed Dory to push herself out of bed and make her way to her desk. Her throat felt raw. “Something’s happened. I don't know what and that’s horrifying, but something’s happened.” She produced a piece of parchment from her drawer and began assembling the items required to write a letter. Valdun stopped her, removing the quill from between her fingers.

“Whatever it is you’re about to do, it can wait. You need to rest and talk to us.” He said, while Dory looked up at him with shock. He noted her swollen eyes and the sunken look of her dark circles. His baby sister was suffering beyond her years and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

“I need to figure out-”

“You need to rest.” His tone was firm. Valdun was unyielding. 

“Fine.” She spat, rising from her chair. “At least have someone look into things. There could be something awful spreading as we speak.” She almost whispered, unable to make eye contact with Valdun, before walking back towards her bed. 

Valdun shared a knowing look with Sam, who nodded in agreement, before he moved to exit her room. He put his best guards to work, searching the continent for signs of corruption or the like. They found nothing. Dory was furious. She hardly slept, spending night after night in her study trying to find some answers. The month and a half following was brutal, on her and those around her.

She almost didn’t notice that the letters from Ibex had stopped. 

She almost didn’t know why Trick had shown up at the castle unannounced, clutching Sable tightly to their chest. 

[quickfixinator]

SOMEONE tell me to throw my phone across the room and work on my assignments because I need to do that instead of scroll tumblr.

something, something, oh no the crushing weight of two manageable tasks

[tlirswriting]

[Transmission note: this is a horror story, major tom, it's gonna get nasty]

> Atlas stacks crates in a warehouse six days a week. Pulling levers on a small mechanized cart to extend magnetized arms to large refrigerated containers and lift them up onto storage racks, hydraulics flexing in tandem with the thin metal rods supporting his own arms and legs. A notification icon blinks in the corner of his vision: 

> PLEASE UPDATE SOFTWARE 

> PAYMENT OVERDUE: YOUR LATE FEE HAS BEEN INCREASED TO— 

> “I know, I know, close…” He blinks, shaking his head and pressing a finger to his temple. 

> A voice crackles over the intercoms, “Good morning! As you know, we are rolling out the beta version of our new Storage and Management Bots; one has been assigned to each of you, and should arrive at your location shortly.” 

> A cuboid shape about a meter high trundles toward him along a colored line marking a path on the floor, short legs tapping against the polished concrete. 

> He heaves a sigh. “Yeah, okay.” 

Robota:

(Czech)

n. Forced or compulsory labor 

> “Do you want anything?” Atlas asks the cube. “Other than my job, eventually?” 

> A light blinks on SaM-B's front panel, thinking for a second. “I don't understand the question.” 

> “I mean… are you content with this? ‘Storage and management’? Watching people move boxes around all day?” 

> “Yes, I am happy to perform my primary function and learn how to complete tasks most efficiently,” its monotone voice beeps back to him. 

> He tilts his head and squints at it for a few seconds. 

> “Your efficiency level is dropping,” It reminds him. 

> “Right.” 

> He rides his magne-lift along its route, long aisles stretching ahead of him, rows of identical storage racks on a grid differentiated only by lettered and numbered markers. Chilled air nips at his cheeks and aches his muscles as his eyes glaze over, counting — H-37, H-38, H-39… 

> Another SaM-B unit paces back and forth, seeming confused. Atlas stops and watches it for a moment, the SaM-B following him doing the same. It stops and the two robots face each other, lights blinking, communicating something. 

> “What's… that?” He asks. “What's wrong with it?” 

> “It is unable to locate its assigned worker.” 

> “Huh.” Atlas pauses. 

> “Your efficiency level is dropping.” 

> “Yeah, I know.” 

> Atlas continues forward on his route, rounding a corner when he sees a shelf that had tipped over, resting against the one parallel to it like suspended dominoes, containers fallen off in a pile. 

> “Ah, shit.” He hops off his magne-lift to walk over faster. “What the hell happened here—” 

> The smell hits him, like rotten meat, like something forgotten in the back of the fridge for too long. Atlas groans, covering his nose and mouth with his elbow. Then he sees it; a body, facedown, crushed under the weight of it. 

> “Oh, shit.” 

> He comes closer, his eyes watering. He turns its head over with his boot and sees the discolored face of a coworker he was vaguely acquainted with, eyes bulging, fluid leaking from his orifices. 

> Atlas smacks the communicator strapped to his wrist. “Hey, we got a dead guy in H-42, I think it's Davey.” He takes an unsteady breath and chokes on the stench.

> A voice responds, “Well, haven't heard from him in a few days.” 

> Atlas gags, covering his face again with his free hand. 

> “Happens sometimes.”

> His SaM-B flashes its lights, and a number of other robots crawl towards them like spiders, surprisingly fast, moving things back into place and dragging away the bloated corpse with little retractable grabbers.

> Atlas just stands there, wide-eyed and shivering. 

> A two-toned beep-beep next to him. “Your efficiency level is dropping.” 

>> 

> Atlas fumbles with his plastic identification card at the end of his shift, holding it up to the clock's scanner with shaking hands. The door unlocks with a mechanical shunk, but he hesitates. SaM-B idles beside him. 

> “Do you…” he rolls the idea around in his head. “Are you sure you don't want anything more than this?” 

> It blinks. “This is all that I know.” 

> Dammit, he thinks. He fidgets, twitching his fingers at his side. “Can I ask you to trust me?”

> “Yes.” 

> He shrugs off his reflective vest and lays it on top of the robot, covering its cameras. 

> It beeps. “My field of view is obstructed.” 

> “Trust me.” 

> “Okay.” 

> He looks around, then waves the door open, gently pushing SaM-B along with him. 

Martian: 

adj. Belonging or relating to the planet or people of Mars 

> In the year 2280, a young man stands in front of his bathroom mirror and runs a hand through his hair, interspersed with delicate tendrils, glowing faintly blue at the tips. 

> He hesitates for a moment, scissors in hand, before grabbing a section of hair and chopping it off, white-hot pain shooting down his spine. Unclenching his fist, he drops a chunk of dark hair in his sink, along with a few writhing sensory organs similar to catfish whiskers. Biting his tongue, he repeats the process around his head, shaking and nauseous by the time it's done. He opens his eyes, and he looks mostly Human. 

> His name is Atlas, and he is dying. 

> Atlas struggles against the artificial gravity to step into the shower without his joint braces on, grabbing onto a thick metal bar to steady himself and sinking down to a small plastic stool. The water sputters on, rinsing the blood dripping from his scalp. 

Welcome to life on Mars

[rose-of-dreams]

On the cruiser:

Mister Tweed - Cheeks of pinkish shade; Looking neat, Fresh, and lank in shape. He's moustached - An inky tick of paint; In his hand He swings a cheeky cane. Mister Leo Opposite his side, Yawns his jaws of golden-teeth; and stripes, Rudely prickles With his eye, and stings Those who occupy The table's ring. Mister Pooh, With Queen of spades outboard - Thick as two; She comes as an escort. Their imperatives Differ by wallet's weight, But the depth of racing Balances it straight. Mister John and Mrs. Sarah Ostin Dull as like The grey of pools’ In autumn. Mister Smith, Is also any good - The charm's been hit By blandness of his suit. Mister Boss - Fist like of a boxer, Frowns his nose, As a dog who sniffed some toxin. He is bald - A fainted hairy flock; Rather short, And has a husky talk. Mister Mars - Forelock of a youngster - Spider chips and farce - One clever bustard. Foxy tail That under skin was welded. Looking plain, And easy to be handled.          * * * Mister Mars - Ares on the top! Major win in the current term. Mars is shrewd - a tease in the backstreets Of the cards, and ace in other twists; From the wideness of his freckled grin, Watches others struggling to win, Noticing the chances and the faults - Most of all their cards he's managed to unfold... Miss Marta's only one who sighs. She doesn't care which card applies. She isn't keen about the game - She's got a harder task to gain: "Oh, why she hasn't sat nearby?!" "Who is that lightly red-haired guy?!" "Traits of a fox his stare embraces" - But then she flees to other faces.        * * * Twid has been crushed, and Leo is rough. Mars is rejoicing - such fortunate bluff! Mr. Pooh grunts like a dog on its guard, All of a sudden Spades looks so alarmed. Ostins and Smiths are out of the game, And Mr. Boss is watchfully strained. - Awesome deceit - And the Red planet! The foe's at his feet, He won, he has done it!          *  *  * As he ignores her loose shoulder-strap, He pulls a flower of love out of the vase, And puts it the pocket of his getup, While his right hand rakes all of the stakes. He grants a stealthy smile to the girl, His pockets clinking with the treasure. Not glancing back in silence leaves the hall, In freedom of the deck to take his leisure. 19.01.16  (self-translated from Russian)

[seungkwansphd]

at first glance

pairing: jeonghan x reader wordcount: 1.2k summary: jeonghan this, jeonghan that. you’ve had more than enough and you haven’t even met the man. genre/themes: rivals to lovers(eventually), meet cute ugly, coworker!jeonghan, ‘we get along infamously’-verse

a/n: as usual, I couldn’t stop wondering about these two and why they dislike each other to begin with. this plot is 95% from @wavelikewhat​‘s brain so thank god for her!!!

“Mr. Yoon, I have to say, I am incredibly impressed at your solution to this technical exercise!” Director Bae blinked as he reviewed Jeonghan’s lines of code. “Truly! We thought our existing internal solution was elegant, but this…this was done in even fewer lines of code! I didn’t think it was possible!”

“Thank you Mr. Bae,” Jeonghan smiled, pleased at the positive feedback.

“This concludes the interview process for now! We will hold an internal consensus meeting this week and I would expect to hear from us before the end of the week,” Director Bae stood, shaking Jeonghan’s hand enthusiastically.

“Fantastic, thank you all for your time today!” Jeonghan bowed respectfully before signing out of the building.

…

“Incredible! Simply incredible!” Director Bae smiled like a schoolgirl with a crush as he walked by your desk, clutching a document to his chest.

“What is happening?” you turned to your cube neighbor, Vernon.

“Do you really think I know?” he asked, deadpan as usual, before returning to his work.

    Unable to shake the image of infatuated Bae out of your mind, you pulled up a window to message Minghao. HR always seemed to know the latest tea.

[yn]: ‘please tell me you know why director bae is acting like a lovestruck teen???’

[minghao]: ‘yeah he’s pretty smitten with the candidate they just interviewed. apparently he solved the famous ‘YN Problem’ with even fewer lines of code than you did!’

[yn]: ‘oh really? i’d love to see their solution if you can get your hands on it’

[minghao]: ‘nosy’

[yn]: ‘fewer lines of code doesn’t always mean better’

[minghao]: ‘i’ll see what i can pull’

    You narrowed your eyes at the screen. You knew that Director Bae, a staunch short code supremacist, would be tickled pink with the solution, regardless of readability, maintenance, or elegance. You’d be interested to meet this individual. You could already tell that your director would likely throw all his weight during consensus in order to extend an offer.

…

“Really just incredible! YN, can you believe it? Fewer lines than your solve! The famous ‘YN Problem’. Perhaps we’ll rename it the ‘Jeonghan Problem’!” Director Bae tittered excitedly as the rest of the team sat around him in a semicircle.

    You closed your eyes, willing him to leave so that everyone could get back to work. While your leader was generally tolerable, he didn’t have the firmest grasp on the fact that his presence could greatly derail the team’s time management. The week had already been busy with intern onboarding and mentorship activities. All the time now spent gushing over, contemplating, and speculating about Yoon Jeonghan would surely make the day longer than it needed to be.

“YN, what do you think Jeonghan looks like?” your newest intern duckling, Miseon, asked dreamily. “I hope he’s cute!”

“I hope he’s severely injured in an accident on his first day,” you grumbled under your breath. You knew you were being unreasonable. You hadn’t even met the man and he had simply done what had been asked of him during the interview, but you prided yourself on your competency and all of this Jeonghan worship was, in fact, getting under your skin.

“What’s that?” Miseon asked, not quite catching your mutterings.

“Nothing, I think let’s focus on our task and worry about Jeonghan when he gets here,” you nodded at her.

“You’re right,” she flushed, pulling up the documents that she had asked to review with you today.

…

    Jeonghan inhaled sharply before pressing the button for the elevator. It was his first day and he wasn’t exactly nervous, but he did hope to make a good impression. He felt pretty certain that he had Director Bae in his pocket already, but he knew nothing about the rest of the team.

    Between all of the back and forth of the formal offer, he had managed to request a copy of YN’s solution to his technical interview question and he had been impressed. While yes, strictly speaking, it utilized longer code, he actually felt like their solution was better set up for long term maintenance and readability. He was very interested to meet this person and get to know them.

“Jeonghan!” Director Bae greeted him excitedly as he stepped out of the elevator. “We are so excited to have you joining us!”

“Ah, thank you!” Jeonghan smiled brightly, following him through a maze of cubicles.

“I’ll leave you here with our friendly HR professionals to get you onboarded, but please do tell me if you need anything! So so happy to have you starting.”

“Thank you very much,” Jeonghan nodded before turning to greet the lanky HR person.

“I’m Minghao, it’s so nice to finally meet you,” he smiled at Jeonghan, gesturing to the seat in his office.

…

[minghao]: ‘he asked about you…’

[yn]: ‘who?’

[minghao]: ‘the new hire. jeonghan’

    You rolled your eyes so hard they threatened to fall out of their sockets. Jeonghan, Jeonghan, Jeonghan! You were tempted to hide in a wellness room so you could work alone and in peace.

[yn]: ‘hao, i love you. but i am truly not in the mood to think about, talk to, or look at that man. i’m so swamped’

[minghao]: ‘got it. i will put off intros until later’

    You checked your appearance in the reflection of the glass divider and scoffed. Even if you had wanted to meet Jeonghan, you were in no shape to do so. Your hair was a frizzled mess, the bags under your eyes were starting to resemble black holes, and you had chosen the most shapeless office sweater you owned because you were meant to be coding, and only coding, today. You blew out your cheeks as you dove back into your work.

“Oh hey! Are you YN?” Jeonghan couldn’t help but ask when your nameplate caught his eye later in the day.

“Yes?” you turned slowly, blinking at him.

“Hey, I’m Jeonghan! I’ve been looking forw-”

“Yeah, I’ve heard more than enough about you already,” you grumbled before turning brusquely back to your work.

    Jeonghan’s brows furrowed. Your disheveled appearance and rude treatment was starkly in contrast to the way everyone else, so far, had been professional and welcoming. Pulling back his outstretched hand, he walked back to his desk. Noted.

…

“Whoa! You look-, oh wait, that’s right. You have that presentation today,” Vernon’s jaw dropped when you walked in, but he recovered fairly quickly.

“Shut up,” you flushed, rolling your eyes at your coworker. So you were wearing makeup and pants that fit. So what? “It’s an important day.”

“It’s just rare for you to look so…fancy?” Vernon tried to compliment you in a way that wouldn’t land him in Minghao’s office.

    You raised your fist playfully at him, but smiled anyway. Vernon, though somewhat hapless, was one of your preferred coworkers so you would spare him today.

    Jeonghan’s eyes flitted towards Vernon’s commotion and he had to do a double take. You looked…incredible. It almost made him chuckle as he reminded himself of the way you’d looked when he’d first met you. In the months since he had joined the team, you had been more than clear about your dislike of him. That was fine, it wasn’t like he was interested in you anyways.

...

we get along infamously - series masterlist

[bonkie-barnes]

Spoons

natasha romanoff x gn!reader

word count: 2.1k

warnings: chronic illness, mention of medicine, self deprecating thoughts

A/N: this is me 1000% projecting about my guilt that comes with my chronic illnesses. they're kicking my ass rn. this is a vent fic, but if you resonate with this at all, i hope you enjoy :)

- - -

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The alarm clock on Natasha’s bedside table has been going off for a full minute already. You merely roll over and cover your head with Natasha’s pillow. It smells like her.

You have absolutely no energy to get up, let alone reach across the bed to turn the alarm off. Your head feels heavy and your body aches something terrible.

The list of chores you have to do around the house today sits uncomfortably in the back of your mind. The list of friends who have texted you about making plans to hang out sits there too. The idea of staying in bed all day sounds more and more appealing by the second. You know this because the alarm is still blaring into the otherwise peaceful morning air.

Just as you’re gathering the strength to sit up and turn the alarm off, Natasha walks in. She looks at her watch and her brow furrows in confusion.

“What are you doing, sleepyhead?” she asks you with a little smirk. There is concern in her eyes, though she masks it well.

You’re both fully aware the alarm has been going off for seven minutes straight now.

“Just tired, love. You know how much work it takes to reach over,” you say in a joking manner, hopeful that you can get past this without worrying her too much.

Natasha eyes you suspiciously for a second before giving in.

“How was your workout?” you ask her sincerely.

As she starts rambling about her morning activities, you feel a sense of shame. You’ve barely managed to wake up in the time it’s taken her to complete a full workout routine. Hell, you couldn’t even find it in you to turn the alarm off.

You finally focus on her rant as it comes to an end. Natasha is looking at you expectantly. Shit. She’s asked you a question.

“Huh?” you grunt.

She chuckles before answering, “I asked if you were ever going to get up and get in the shower, stinky.”

You put on a fake smile but fail to meet her eyes, the shame eating you up. It has been a few days since your last shower, but it’s just so hard to find the strength and energy to get up and stand in one place for more than a minute or two.

If Natasha notices the far away look in your eyes and the grimace on your mouth, she doesn’t say anything.

After one of the quickest and most unproductive showers you’ve ever taken, you find Natasha waiting for you in the kitchen. She’s taken it upon herself to make breakfast for you both.

You kiss her cheek and thank her as you sit down at the table. The warm cup of coffee she sets down in front of you is a godsend. The warmth emitting from the cup helps to diminish the pain in your knuckles, if only slightly. You send up a silent prayer to whomever might be listening that the caffeine will help with the fatigue today instead of making you sick.

Natasha sits down in the chair next to you with her own plate. She runs her eyes over you in a scrutinizing manner. She wants to think you don’t notice, but you do.

Clearing your throat in hopes to take her focus off you, you ask about her plans for the day.

“Oh, you know, mostly just busy work. I have a ton of paperwork to get through,” she tells you through an exaggerated sigh. “What about you?”

The list of chores screams at you again. “Mostly just some things around the house. Grocery shopping, laundry, boring shit like that.”

Natasha hums around a sip of her coffee. It surprised you just how much cream and sugar she takes in hers. It’s just one of the many unpredictable things about her that made you fall in love.

“Super exciting. I hate to miss out,” she teases you.

You crack a smile to appease her. Inside, though, you realize just how little she understands. These errands seem so simple to her, when to you, they are the most daunting of tasks.

You’re brought out of your thoughts by Natasha standing up to take her plate to the sink. She comes back to kiss your cheek and let you know she’s going to go get ready, before walking out of the room.

You suspect the amount of housework you’ll get done today will be minimal, so you decide to at least make Natasha some lunch. Maybe it will lessen the disappointment she feels when she comes home to see everything exactly as it was when she left, you think.

Your plan is halted as you’re making her sandwich. The stupid cover on the peanut butter jar is stuck. You can’t open it for the life of you. The guilt comes in like a tidal wave. You can’t even do something as simple as make lunch for her, your brain supplies for you.

Natasha returns from getting ready to see you standing in the kitchen with a glare on your tired face.

“What’d the peanut butter do to you this time,” she jokes.

“I can’t.” Tears well up in your eyes.

She comes up to wrap you in a hug from behind. She softly asks, “What can’t you do?”

“I can’t open the jar,” you mutter softly, feeling overwhelmingly embarrassed.

“It’s okay, love. Let me help,” she tells you delicately before kissing the spot under your ear. She can tell this is affecting you more than usual and wishes for nothing more than to be able to take away your distress.

You mutter a thank you before continuing to make her sandwich. You pack everything into a bag and write a small note to finish it off. You know Natasha loves the little messages you leave her periodically, and nothing will stop you from trying to make her as happy as you can.

Goodbyes are said as you both wander closer to the door. Natasha makes sure to hold you longer and tighter than usual. You don’t comment on that.

The silence that encompasses the room as soon as the love of your life leaves is suffocating. You can feel the exhaustion from purely getting up and getting ready creeping up on you. Logically, you know that you shouldn’t overexert yourself, but the shame is eating you up. Already on a roll, might as well keep on going, you think to yourself.

You go back to your mental to-do list and debate what to start with. The grocery store doesn’t sound terrible. Some sun would do you some good. It’s been a few days since you’ve seen the world that exists outside of your house.

Wandering back to the bedroom to get your phone and shoes, you try to push the fatigue from your mind. In your attempt to block out the tiredness, you fail to recognize the ever-present pain in your joints increasing. It’s only when you sit down and bend over to put your shoes on that you register the feeling. Your hips ache severely; so much so, that you can’t hold your position long enough to get your shoe on your foot.

This seems to be the straw that breaks the camel’s back, seeing as you immediately burst into tears. The pain mixed with your inability to do basic, everyday activities completely overwhelms you as you break down.

There’s absolutely no chance that you’re going to complete this task, let alone all the other ones on your list. You let out a sigh as you stand up and shuffle to your room, phone and shoes forgotten in the living room.

You let the weight of your emotions crush you as you climb into bed and under the covers, your wife’s pillow clutched closely to your chest.

Your tears cease to stop, even as you succumb to the sleep you so desperately wished to hold onto this morning.

- - -

Natasha comes home to an eerily silent house. On any typical day, she would come home to the noise of your favorite show or music softly playing, whether it be from a speaker or from your guitar. Your shared house consistently was filled with life and sound. It was one of her favorite parts of her day; coming home to you in your own element, laughing or singing. You are her home.

This newfound silence has her exceptionally worried. Even on your bad days, there was at least a laugh track coming from the TV or the smell of hot chocolate coming from the kitchen. Now, there’s absolutely nothing. For a split second, Natasha thinks that you may never have come back from the grocery. Her heart rate spikes. The sight of your phone on the coffee table and your shoes strewn haphazardly on the floor puts those worries to rest.

“Darling?” she calls from the entryway. There is no response. She carefully removes her boots and coat before moving through every room in the house, calling out for you softly in each.

She makes her way to the bedroom, lightly knocking on the door as she lets herself in. She sees the rise and fall of your chest and is filled with a sense of relief she didn't know she needed.

"Love? Are you awake?"

You grumble out an answer that could be understood as a 'yes'.

Natasha carefully sits down on the side of the bed that you are facing.

"Can you tell me what's going on?" she requests softly, in fear of upsetting the quiet environment of the bedroom and making things worse.

The tears that started up again when you wife called out the first time get even heavier somehow.

"Oh love, come here."

She carefully gathers you in her arms and rests your head on her chest.

"Does this have anything to do with the peanut butter jar this morning?"

You nod. One of your favorite things about your wife is her ability to observe and understand what you're going through.

"I just can't do anything today. Everything hurts and I'm so, so tired," you whisper, followed by a heartbreaking sob.

"It's okay love. Please don't cry," Natasha whispers back.

"But it's not! It's not okay!" You sit up from her chest to let out your rant. "You've done so much today and I could barely wake up. You work so hard and I should be able to do stuff around the house so you can come home and not have to worry about anything," you finish with a sigh.

Your wife puts her hand under your chin, forcing you to look in her direction. "Love, look at me. Believe me when I say that I don't care about the state of the laundry or if the pantry has been stocked. All I care about is you. All I want is for you to be okay. It's killing me that you feel like this and I can't do anything to take it away from you. What I can do, though, is tell you just how proud I am of you. You are the strongest person I know, and I work with the Avengers."

You giggled at that. Natasha smiles at your small second of happiness.

"Are you sure? Because I was going to get so much done today and I was trying to-"

Natasha cuts you off with a soft kiss.

"My love. Listen to me. All I care about is your health and happiness. If staying in bed and catching up on sleep is what you needed today, then that's all I expect from you. I never want you to hurt yourself trying to do more than you can. We all have limits. It’s okay to need a break some days. I love you and I am so very, very proud of you."

With a long look into her eyes, all you find is love and adoration directed towards you. There's no disgust or disappointment as you had anticipated.

"I love you too," you utter quietly.

Natasha smiles and leaves a long kiss on your forehead. "What if we got some pain killers and some food in you? We can even put on your favorite movie. Does that sound good?"

You nod. Natasha gets up to get you some medicine and to order some food, while you get your favorite movie loaded on the TV.

Later that night, when both your stomachs are full and your wife is obnoxiously singing along to the songs in the movie just to make you laugh, you realize just how loved you are.

You don't know how tomorrow will treat you, or the day after that. What you do know, however, is that Natasha will always be there to support and love you. Your pain level and ability to function is always an uncertainty, but your wife's love will never be.

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A/N: as always, i try to keep it gender neutral. if you find a mistake, please let me know! feedback is appreciated! to all my chronic illness buddies out there: i love you, you've got this :)

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three times shinsou misses the opportunity to kiss you + the one time he seized the moment.

── pairing, shinsou x fem!prohero!reader ── request: x times shinsou wants to kiss fem reader??? pLZ I NEED IT ── author’s note: this was super dope & cute to write. tysm for sending this in. i hope i did this justice and it wasn’t to out of character.  also reader has a water quirk & the two of you are in your early twenties.  ♡ 

i.

     "'toshi,” you whispered, chest against his as the two of you currently hid from the group of villains. your two agencies had partnered up in attempt to take down a new gang of villains who were transporting drugs from the city to the waters, the two of you were partnered because of how the two of you excelled in your respective agencies, shinsou was sent to aid in your patrols of the waters  ──  which is why the two of you are currently hiding in a storage closet on a ship. 

  “shut up.” you don’t take it to heart, you’re sure he means it as nicely as possible - he just lacks a few pages in the ‘vocabulary’ department. 

  “we need to do something.” you tell him, trying your best to meet his gaze in the tight space (which was nearly impossible because he’s towering over you at the moment). he doesn’t reply, not at first at least, if you looked hard enough you would probably see the gears in his head turning. 

  “──stop talking, it’s distracting me.” 

  your mouth quickly shuts, fidgety hands are now at your side, you were starting to get antsy and there was practically little to no room to move around without being heard - or seen for that matter. 

  “they switch the guards every ten minutes, in the middle of the switch, we run.” the purple haired male explained, taking a peak at the time on his cellphone. the two of you had to endure this for three more minutes. just three more minutes and you would be free.

  “three minutes,” you repeated, more to confirm this for yourself. you’re sure you wouldn’t last that long, after all, this was shinsou, the male you’ve had a crush on for quite some time now. how were you expected to last that long?

  “──think of it like seven minutes of heaven.”

  “we haven’t played that since── “

  “yeah, yeah i know, but just think of it like that. don’t think about the closet, just the game.” 

  you nodded quickly, meeting his gaze as the two of you stood there in silence. you’d be lying if you said you weren’t thinking about kissing him. it seemed like the perfect moment - it was just the two of you. if it were the last day on earth, you at least wanted to go out with a bang. you know?

  “let me get comfortable, you can do the same after.” you watched as he places either hands besides your head, slouching a bit against the wall so his back could have some sort of support. he nods to you, signaling for you to do the same. 

  it takes you a moment, the position shinsou is currently in causes your heart to skip just a few beats. were you disappointed in yourself for letting your mind drift.. elsewhere during a mission? for sure. did you care right now? absolutely not.

  you cleared your throat, widening your stance and trying to balance the weight in between your legs to help ease some of the weight  ──  but there wasn’t really much you could do.

  “two minutes.” 

   this had to be the longest three minutes of your life.

   “i think i just tasted my own sweat.” he complained. it feels like he’s sweating in places he shouldn’t produce sweat in.

  “i feel like a fish out of water,” you added.

  “──gonna start passing out if i don’t throw you in the water soon?”

  “says the one whose sweating to death.” 

  “and you’re dehydrated. guess we’re both shit out of luck aren’t we?”

  “yeah, but, i think this isn’t the worst way to die.” 

  he takes another peak at his cellphone, noting that there’s a minute left before the two of you could finally get out of this damn storage closet. “you’ve got a minute to tell me anything worse than dying like this.” 

  in hindsight ── there’s a lot that could happen in a minute, that’s the only reason you said something to begin with. “alone, i could die in this closet, alone and then you know, it would be lonely.” 

 “are you serious?” 

  “oh come on! that’s pretty serious!”

  “it ── it really isn’t,” he’s trying to laugh as quietly as possible and you playfully slapped him in his shoulder. 

 “okay, well, i wouldn’t want to die alone.”

  “mhm, scaredy cat.” his smile is infectious and for a moment, he forgets that the two of you are stuck in a storage closet. maybe now would be the perfect time to kiss you, when it’s just the two of you, waiting to make your grand escape, when the two of your are just centimeters apart. 

  “now’s our chance,” he whispered, straightening himself to get out first just in case. he doesn’t want to act off of impulses. if he kisses you, he wants to make sure it’s because you want him too.

ii.

     “good to see you when you’re not acting like a goldfish who just hopped out of it’s bowl.” the familiar voice teased from behind you, hands folded behind his head. if it were anyone else, you might have tripped them.

  “──don’t you have to go buy hair dye now or something?”

  “no that was after i made sure a fisherman didn’t take you on the way home.”

  “is this what do you do on your spare time? think of jokes that revolve around my quirk?”  

  he rolls his shoulder lazily, leaning against the apartment railing across from your front door. “they come naturally, no extra thinking required.”

  “and here i thought all the hair dye went to your brain.”

   this wasn’t out of the norm for the two of you, he would make the first jab and then you would follow suit. sometimes, the bickering could go on for hours  ──  regardless of task at hand (like the time the two of you were trying to detain a villain and shinsou had told the woman you were a water sprite), it’s an old nickname of yours, he had given it to you back at the sports festival when you were kids. you had earned it when you had almost drown mineta because he wouldn’t stop making inappropriate jokes and you had brought the entire water fountain down on him. 

  as the two of you stood there in silence, you, had your back against your door, hands folded behind you while he stood parallel, arms against his chest he wonders: is this the time he kisses you goodnight? 

  “d’ya want to come inside? i have leftovers? we could pull an all nighter like we used to do back in the dorms?” there’s a hint of hopefulness in your eyes and he would feel like absolute shit if he declined the offer.

  “only because you have food.” 

  he doesn’t kiss you goodnight then. and he doesn’t kiss you goodnight when you fall asleep on his shoulder after the second horror movie either. if you were anyone else, he would’ve left without a care in the world, but it’s you and you are different. 

  so he stays and tells himself that tomorrow will be a new day and tomorrow, he can try again.

iii.

     “i don’t dance,” shinsou tells you as you so desperately tried to bring him onto the dance floor. it’s a hero’s gala, everyone from your respective classes at U.A. were here, pro heroes from all around the world and some of your old instructors as well  ──  these aren’t his thing, you know that. you remember his attitude during the first two hours of the third year’s ‘goodbye party’ - not much had changed. he’s taller, a bit more handsomer and smiles more often. 

  “you do tonight, come on.” while you had dragged him by one hand, the other desperately tried to loosen his tie because it feels like he’s suffocating. 

  “──you’ll be the death of me woman.” he’s mumbling under his breath, one hand resting in yours as the other found its place at your waist.

  “because i asked you to dance? might i say this is on your list of horrible ways to die?” you teased, offering him that infectious smile that makes him go weak in his knees. he hates to admit the pull you have on him  ──  he might even go as far as saying you might have him wrapped around that finger of yours and you don’t even know it yet.

  “if it’s by your hands i would say it’s a merciful death.”

  “a merciful death? i’ll keep that in mind.” 

  “don’t test your luck,” you know he’s only messing with you  ──  

  you’re to busy enjoying the moment to think of some witty comeback. it’s something about the way your hand seems to fit perfectly in his. or how the two of you are able to move in sync without any words spoken in between the two of you that’s driving you insane.

  if you would’ve told your past self that you would be slow dancing with the hitoshi shinsou at a hero’s gala while the world around you disappeared you would’ve laughed at the idea. it would’ve seem silly to you  ──  stupid even. shinsou and you weren’t rivals like you and bakugou were, but, you had always found yourself trying to one up him. 

  yet here you were, swaying to the slow tune as you managed to snake your arms around his midsection and rest a head against his chest. maybe this was his chance: with the little distance in between the two of you, dim lighting and dressed to the nines. surely, this would be a good memory to relive later down the road wouldn’t it? 

  but he wanted to savor the moment. so he decides it against it  ── despite the ache in his chest.

  iv.

     "we did it.” shinsou muses, an awkward hand offered in your direction for you to shake. it’s been six months but your agencies had finally shut down the smuggling operation and you could finally take the break you had so desperately needed. you weren’t sure what to do with the outstretched hand, but, you give in anyways, resting your hand in his as he gave it a firm shake.

  “pleasure doing business with you.” you tell him, lips curving into a bittersweet smile. teasing, bickering and ‘playful’ sparring aside, you were going to miss him. you were used to patrolling and doing missions on your own but this was different. 

  “try not to end up on the other side of fishing hook, yeah?” it’s his way of telling you to be careful in shinsou’s teasing nature.

  “make sure i’m the one to grant you the merciful death.” please be careful, is what you want to say. though you couldn’t bring yourself to say it aloud - if you did, it would only confirm that you care about the purple haired pro hero more than you should. 

  he shakes his head with a laugh, “you’re the only one who gets the satisfaction.” 

  “it better stay that way ‘toshi.” 

  he doesn’t know for certain if your agencies would cross paths again. your agency was closer to the waters and he was closer in the city, the chance that you would run into one another again would be slim to none. 

 he clears his throat for a moment, retreating his hand from yours and placing them at your waist instead. he’s pictured this a thousand times but now that he’s in the moment he couldn’t manage to find the right words. it’s frustrating, really.

  “──hi.” you’re holding your breath in anticipation, was this another one of his games? was he going to kiss you? tell you a secret? use his capture weapon and tell you that he’s not letting you go until you admit something embarrassing?

  he doesn’t care anymore. doesn’t care if it makes him look like a love sick idiot when he kisses you like it’s the last thing he’s about to do before he dies, he doesn’t care if anyone’s watching or for the wrinkles you’ll cause since you’ve got a fistful of his shirt in a desperate attempt to close whatever little distance the two of you had between you. 

  you pull away first causing him to pout (which was actually cute but you’d never give him the satisfaction of knowing that) but you do laugh.

  “you know,” he muses, a hand reaching up to rub at the back of his neck sheepishly, a habit you hadn’t seen in years. “──i didn’t want to let you walk away without something to remember, my little water sprite.” 

  you rolled your eyes at the choice of nickname but were flattered nonetheless, your own arms finding their way around his neck, “who said i was walking away?”