#Trend Female Shoulder Bag

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Hi, I was wondering if you could do Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Ace, and Law (separately) X Reader, and it's of them already in a relationship, and kind of based on the trend on TikTok, Reader calls them "Buddy, Pal, etc." to see their reaction?

New Names (Luffy, Sanji, Zoro, Ace, Law)

_____ Pairings: Luffy x Reader; Sanji x Reader; Zoro x Reader; Ace x Reader; Law x Reader Summary: His reaction when you call him buddy, pal, etc. Warnings: Very little angst, mostly fluff, Female Reader A/N: I hope you like it! <3 [One Piece Masterlist] [Part 2: Shanks, Sabo, Crocodile] [Part 3: Corazon, Killer, Mihawk, Penguin] [Part 4: Kid, Katakuri, Smoker] _____

- Luffy -

You faintly wonder if Luffy will even pick up on the difference in the name you call him, but after losing a bet with Ussop, you know you couldn't back out. You watch as said sniper discreetly looks at you encouragingly from a short distance away and you sigh, rolling your eyes. Why did you agree to this? When you turn your gaze once more, it is because your boyfriend is calling for you.

"Hey [y/n]!" He grins wide and you suddenly feel a slight tug in your heartstrings, hoping he either wouldn't notice or wouldn't be too hurt by this small prank. "Nami says we're good to go the island now! So let's go!" His eyes shine in his excitement for the prospect of new adventures and you give him a smile.

"Sure buddy, just give me a second."

You turn to reach for the small bag you had packed and try to play off your words as nothing major, but the sudden silence you hear makes you realise he must've noticed.

"Buddy?"

You turn around and you are met with Luffy looking at you blankly, a pout on his face as he tilts his head to the side. "That's what you call your friends, am I not your boyfriend anymore?" You see him utterly confused as his eyebrows pull together in objection. You try to stifle the smile that fights to make its way onto your face. He looks like he's in deep contemplation and trying to restrain his gloom.

"What do you mean, Luffy? I always call you that."

You shrug your shoulders as you walk by him, readying to leave the ship, but Luffy is quick on your heels, a frown deepening on his face. "No! You always call me baby, or Lu, or babe, or-" Luffy starts to list the reasons why you don't and shouldn't call him buddy, and he doesn't stop. You slowly start to feel yourself relent when his rambled words invade your ears. You observe the way his brain works hard to figure out what is going on, to the point where darkness looms over his head.

"Luffy," you say, finally cutting him off, lingering amusement in your tone. However, Luffy instantly pouts again, crossing his arms against his chest in denial. "No! Call me like you always do!" You sigh, seeing that his initial confusion has turned into dismay. "Okay, baby." Instantly, his features turn bright as you continue. "It was a prank, I didn't mean anything by it." Luffy stares blankly at you for a second, before a smile reaches his face, gaze churning in understanding.

"Oh! Why didn't you just say so!"

Luffy lets out a short laugh as he catches up to your side. Instantly his hand reaches for yours, and you let him envelop it. He grins wide at the contact. "You should really work on your pranks though [y/n]. Choose a funnier one next time!" You sigh at Luffys words and put a hand to your head; he truly was so simple and pure minded. Maybe he wouldn't understand the prank you just played on him fully, but you couldn't trade him for anything in the world.

- Sanji -

(A/N: This was kind of angsty for some reason?)

You knew going in, that this might end badly, but you didn't really register the depth of what would happen until you did. Nami had convinced you to play a small prank on your boyfriend, Sanji. "Come on [y/n], it'll be fun!" You faintly remember her murmured words and sigh as you find yourself going through with it. Honestly, it was more to get her off your back about it, but you would be lying to say you weren't a bit intrigued about the chef's reaction.

Sanji is in the kitchen when you decide to do it. He is tossing something in a pan, but his eyes enlighten immediately when he sees you enter. "Love! You're just in time, here, try this!" Sanji holds out a fork to you, and on it is a fragment of the dish he prepared for the crew's dinner. You walk over and smile up at him, letting him feed you the meal. Sanji's face flushes red at the action, and what fills your mouth is utter divinity. It was delicious, of course it was. However, you seem to break the wide smile on your boyfriend's face as you let your next words slip.

"Thanks, bro, that was so good!"

There is a prompt silence. What takes place in front of you then, is what can only be described as a hundred emotions flashing across your boyfriend's face, followed by his blank stare. "B-b-bro?" Sanji's hold on the fork he just held out for you goes limp, and the utensil clatters loudly on the ground. "Sanji?" You look on curiously at the utter dismay that clouds the cook's face, as he falls to his knees. Suddenly your boyfriend is grabbing your arms and looking up at you pleadingly. Tears are pouring comically from his eyes.

"My love, did I do something wrong?"

"Are you leaving me?"

"Have you found someone better?"

"Did I make a mistake?"

His words are uttered quickly to you and his hold on your hands only tightens in his sudden dismay. It breaks your heart. You have to stop his rambling before he falls into the cycle his mind seems to revolve in now. "Sanji!" He pauses as he looks at you like your next words could break him, and you smile gently realising that maybe this prank was too much for his kind heart. "I'm sorry, it was a prank. I could never leave you, I love you."

You don't know what to expect but Sanji suddenly relaxes his hold on you and his face morphs into one of utter relief. "Oh." He then suddenly moves, still on his knees as he envelops you in an embrace, and looks up at you. "I'm glad." You fight the frown on your face as sudden guilt fills you. You shuffle from his arms until you're on your knees too, and you engulf him in a warm hug that he instantly returns. "Sorry Love."

Of course, Sanji forgives you instantly, but you make sure to smother him with a bit more love for the rest of the afternoon.

- Zoro -

You grin as you see your boyfriend finally enter your shared bedroom after a rare shower. Water droplets still cling to his hair and his muscles glow under the low lights. He looks good, but you have to stop yourself and think clearly. Now's not the time. No, you had been planning to play a small prank on your boyfriend all day. It was mostly to get back at him for spending so much time in the crow's nest, but you would be lying to say you weren't a little curious about his reaction.

Zoro makes his way onto his side of the bed, before lying next to you and pecking your lips briefly. You smile at his soft gaze on yours, full of unusual vulnerability in the absence of prying eyes. "Hey, Babe." His words are softly murmured to you as you cuddle up to his side, pulling an arm into your embrace. You relish his warmth. But of course, you had to break the moment, because now was the perfect time.

"Hey dude, I missed you."

You have to force yourself not to laugh when you see how quickly Zoro's face goes from content to confused to bleak irritation. There is silence for a moment, and you think that he might let it go until he speaks up once more. "Babe?" His words are spoken low and in question but you try to play dumb. Looking up at him through your eyelashes you keep up a sleepy facade and hum in acknowledgement. But Zoro can see right through you.

"What was that?"

You tilt your head to the side briefly. "What do you mean?" Zoro looks deep into your gaze, eyebrows twitching in annoyance. "You called me dude." His face is dead serious as he looks at you but you only find amusement in his words. It was kind of sweet how the stoic swordsman cared so deeply about what you called him. "Hmm, did I?" You try playing it off, but Zoro hears clearly the teasing tone placed beneath your words.

"So you wanna play that game, huh?"

Zoro suddenly moves, making you have to release your hold on him; he turns so that his back is facing you. Despite the action, you can't help but stop a smile from reaching your face at his unusual pettiness. "Come on Zoro, you know it was a joke." However, Zoro doesn't give way and silence lingers on his behalf. Your amusement slowly turns to a pout as you start to miss his warmth. Maybe this wasn't the best time to try out this little prank.

"Babeee," Unbeknownst to you, Zoro smirks at the familiar nickname and the whine in your voice. He can feel your hands try to pry him back to you and into your embrace again. "I want my cuddles." He lets you whine and murmur to him and try to get him to budge. He remains still until he finally has enough of his fun and so relents. You grin wide when finally Zoro turns so that he is facing you, opening his arms despite the irritated frown on his face. "Don't call me that again." You grin, basically flinging yourself into him and he wraps his arms around you.

"Sure, pal."

He freezes and sighs. You are going to drive him insane.

- Ace -

"Just do it [y/n], otherwise he won't shut up about it-yoi." Marco flies in, landing by you and Thatch. He had been listening to your conversation about pranking Ace. Your crewmates had been trying to get back at him for ages, and finally realised the best way to do so is through you. You roll your eyes at the men that surround you nodding their heads in agreement. "Fine. But if something goes wrong, I'm blaming you." The two commanders and other division members grin as you sigh and go to approach your boyfriend who had finally made his way back to the ship.

He glances up as you approach, gaze instantly brightening and smile instantly widening at the sight of you. He immediately calls for you and gathers you in his arms, spinning you around and placing a kiss on your lips briefly. You giggle at his actions and relish his warmth, he looks at you fondly. "Missed you baby." He noses the skin on your neck and you smile wide as he breaks contact and looks to you again. It makes you want to back out, but you know you have to break the moment with the stupid prank.

"Really pal? It's only been like an hour."

What follows your words is an instant silence, and you feel Ace's arms freeze against your skin. Surprisingly, it is like his warmth that always lingers starts to fade, as he looks to you blankly.

"Ace?"

You call his name tentatively and wave a hand in front of his face when he doesn't seem to move for a while. "Earth to Ace?" You can hear your crewmates try to stifle their snickering in the background as they observe Ace's dumbfoundedness, all because you called him pal. You had such influence over him, it was unbelievable to them. You sneak a glare at them before turning to your boyfriend once more.

"Ace?"

When you call him once more, he finally moves, and he seems to shake himself free of his absent-minded thoughts.

"Babe," he says tentatively, "who's pal?"

You have to stop yourself from smiling at the sight of his hesitation, he was just too cute. But you know your crewmembers are yet to be satisfied, despite hearing their muffled laughs brim louder. "You." You reply, and his expression morphs into a pout as his eyebrows pull together.

"But I'm not pal, I'm supposed to be your baby."

You can hear your crewmate's laughter even louder now, but his crestfallen expression, and the way he tries to convince you to go back to calling him his pet name enamour you.

So, obviously, you break.

You smile, as you caress his hair gently and sigh. "Yeah... sorry baby, it was a prank." Instantly, Ace straightens but his gaze also wanders behind you to the crew that now mocks him lightheartedly. "But I'm supposed to be your baby~" "Babe, who's pal?" It is followed by their laughter.

Ace's form suddenly blazes and fire licks his skin.

"Did they-" He begins, and you follow his gaze, knowing he's figured it out. You sigh, but smile, looking into his eyes that crave revenge.

"Yep."

You grin when he instantly runs from you to your crewmates shouting absurdities as he chases them, all the while they still mock his prior words. You shake your head in amusement. Just what will you do with them?

- Law -

(A/N: The tiniest bit suggestive at the end)

You thought it would be a harmless prank, and in all honestly, it was. You would simply change the name you call him. What could possibly go wrong? Your crewmates had gathered in your boredom as all your tasks had been completed and time in the Polar Tang dragged on. It led to you all playing a game of truth or dare. A childish game, but it was something to do to pass the time. You had been given the task of seeking out your boyfriend who was supposedly in the kitchen and executing the dare you were given.

To your luck, you find him almost instantly, eating an onigiri while flicking through something; probably some sort of medical research, he never really knew how to rest. He looks up and you watch his gaze soften as you make your way to his side. "[y/n]-ya," he says as you grin and you peck his cheek lightly in greeting, leaning against the counter which he stood by. He observes your timidness curiously. Usually, you would start rambling on about your day or anything that caught your interest, so, he took your silence as being off. "What's wrong?" He asks, eying you in suspicion. You take the opportunity to carry out your dare.

"Nothing, I just missed you man. What are you up to?"

Law almost has to do a double take, but ultimately looks to you with a deadpan expression, clearly not amused. There is a tentative silence, as you try to act dumb, but of course, Law has none of it.

"Okay, what was that?"

You meet his dead-pan stare with your own blank stare, but you know you suck at acting and he sees right through you.

"What was what?"

"Don't play dumb [y/n]-ya. You just called me man." He grimaces as though disgusted by that fact. You stifle a grin.

"So? Aren't you my man?"

Law has to stop himself from smacking his head against the wall. He was wondering what the crew had been getting up to, but he sees now that as usual, you guys were up to no good. He almost instantly puts the dots together.

"This is a dare, isn't it, [y/n]-ya?"

You look up in wide surprise as he figures you out so quick, and his lips upturn at the expression on your face. You never really could get anything past him. Your surprise turns to a pout as you realise that of course he knows; of course, he noticed.

"No fair babe, you figure these things out too quickly."

A smirk grows on his face, as he observes your cute, pouting lips. Suddenly and before Law can stop himself, he reaches for your face and pulls you into a kiss. Your eyes widen in shock at his sudden movements. He usually wasn't so bold in places that people may see his outward affections. He places a teasing tone in his next words, as you feel yourself getting riled up by his proximity.

"You're just too easy to read, love."

Let's just say you soon forget about your failed dare, in fact, you don't return to your crewmates for a while after that.

[planetsano]

synopsis ⌒ ⭑⭒ (name)! (name)! what’s it like being a water girl for blue lock 11? being the sweetest little mascot the whole team wants to put their cock in?

warnings ⌒ ⭑⭒ female reader, gang bang, orgy, group sex, double penetration (same hole, vaginal sex), anal sex, spit, oral sex (giving and receiving), squirting, mlm sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, masturbation, love triangle, pining, very girly hyperfeminine reader, aged up characters, pro au, mdni.

pairing(s) ⌒ ⭑⭒ rin itoshi x reader x isagi yoichi (main), blue lock 11 x reader pairings, various x pairings.

word count ⌒ ⭑⭒ 11.2k.

Being Blue Lock 11’s water girl was honest work.

How (Name) got the job honestly wasn’t because of any credentials or any kind of degree to further her chances, but instead, she had a pretty face and the personality of a golden retriever puppy which made it very easy for her to become sort of a “personality hire.” Ego knew it was a position that had to be filled but he didn’t want to do it himself. The trivial and petty details needed to be taken care of and that’s exactly what she handles. Water Girl is the official title but these days you’ve almost become more like a personal assistant to the team in various ways.

(Name) has come a very long way since her very first day. It’s not that she was bad at her job per se— but she’s clumsy and a little.. airheaded. (Name) would often do things like trip over her own feet and send the things she was holding flying into the air. The sweet thing couldn’t help it too much. How could she? She was nervous and wasn’t the athletic type, never was, and never will be.

Now it’s been about a year since then and she’s a bonafide professional! Or so she likes to say.

Her morning started the same as any other, with the soft chimes of her pastel-colored alarm clock gently pulling her from dreamland. Stretching like a content kitten, she hopped out of bed, excited to start her extensive morning routine. The first stop was her vanity table, adorned with all sorts of makeup and skincare products. She giddily picked up her favorite rose-scented cleanser and began washing her face, humming a cheerful tune to herself.

After the refreshing cleanse, she moved on to the rest of her skincare routine, carefully applying toner, serum, and moisturizer, all infused with the latest beauty trends— she’s been on his K-beauty kick recently. With a smile, she looked at her glowing reflection in the mirror, already feeling ready for the day. Next came the fun part— makeup. She typically liked experimenting with different looks, and today’s theme was soft and flirty, with a touch of shimmer.

(Name) meticulously applied foundation, blush, eyeshadow, and a winged eyeliner. As the finishing touch, she added a glossy, bubblegum-pink lipstick to complete her signature look. She already had what she was wearing planned— her favorite pair of high-waisted, blush pink leggings that hugged her curves just right and a matching sports bra completed with a white, knitted cropped sweater. Simple, comfortable, and cute. There wasn’t much else to it.

(Name) was soon grabbing her car keys, the cutest keychain from her collection dangling from the D-ring. Her tote bag was slung over one shoulder, filled with her daily essentials like lip gloss, a compact mirror, a cute notebook, and her iPad. She held a large basket in her arms filled with goodies for the team. (Name) practically spent all night preparing everything! She worked hard on these cupcakes too.. they better enjoy them!

She headed out the door, hauling everything to her vehicle. As she approached her car, she couldn’t help but smile at the glossy black paint and the adorable heart-shaped air freshener dangling from the rearview mirror. It looked significantly better after the repair— but it wasn’t her fault! That pothole was in her way.

Despite all that, she loved her car! Even though she wasn’t much of a car girl to begin with— decorating made her feel like she was driving in her little wonderland. However, she still needed to call her dad when the mechanic was speaking in literal tongues every time she went in for an oil change.

After loading everything into her car, she made sure to bring a tumbler of her favorite homemade French vanilla iced coffee, a protein bar in case she got hungry, and a playlist of her favorite songs ready to accompany her on the ride. As she buckled up and turned on the engine, she couldn’t resist taking a moment to check herself in the rearview mirror. Lip gloss tended to make its way on other parts of her face— so cute but messy at times.

Upon getting there, she types in the code to gain access to the training facility. The electronic lock emits a soft beep, and the heavy metal door slowly hisses open. Stepping inside, the air is noticeably cooler and filled with a faint hum of machinery. Fluorescent lights line the corridor, casting a sterile glow on the metallic walls. She made her way down the halls to her “office.” It was just a locker somewhere tucked away near the staff’s office.

Ego used to be able to tolerate her in his office but he ended up getting her area because he just couldn’t handle the chatterbox she was and the playful antics that seemed to follow her everywhere she went. She was trouble and Ego was well aware. Her presence had a way of brightening up the most serious of situations and while some appreciated her for it, Ego found it a constant distraction. No matter how attractive she was.

Her locker was decorated with a collection of cute stickers, fairy lights, and a small potted plant. Fake, of course. She placed all her things in the space before heading to the team’s locker room. The automated light system turns on revealing rows of neatly arranged lockers, each placard with the team members’ names.

The hum of ventilation filled the air as she walked further in, her footsteps echoing off the polished tiles. The scent of fresh laundry and a hint of antiseptic cleaner lingered, creating a familiar and almost comforting atmosphere. She knew that within these walls, victories were celebrated and defeats were dissected. As she glanced around, memories of past games and silly stories flooded her mind, a small smile gracing her lips.

(Name) made her way through the rows of lockers, the soft, ambient light from the overhead fixtures casting gentle shadows. All boys got their small gift bag with items that were tailored to their personal preferences plus a cupcake she spent all night baking herself.

After that was all done, she grabbed the clipboard ornate with all sorts of cute stickers courtesy of her and notes scribbled on by the team with Blue Lock’s logo etched into the back. She went over the checklist for the day, as she stepped out of the locker room. It only took a few strides down the hallway to get to the equipment room, where a manicured finger grazed over assignment number one.

The first item on the list was to prepare the team’s water bottles. It usually consisted of making sure to fill their bottles with fresh, ice-cold water and lemon and then arrange them neatly in a cooler outside. Also filling up a “refill station” cooler that the team could use throughout practice.

It wouldn’t have been so much of a pain if it didn’t have been carried to the training field.

“Oh great.” She pouted softly. She had to do this all by herself? She can lift it but did she want to? No, her nails don’t have insurance. She looked at her Apple watch with furrowed brows, one of the early birds should be arriving soon...

“You need to stop leavin’ us this sugary shit all the time, princess,” Raichi says. He’s leaning up against the wide door frame, one hand in his pocket and the other holding the pink frosted cupcake up to his lips. Half of it is gone, clearly signaling he started devouring it on his way to the equipment room where she was.

“Jingo,” (Name) breathes out his name in a sugary and needy cadence— relief. Her voice is sweet like honey to Raichi’s ears but he’ll never say it to her face. There’s just something about the way she says his name that scratches a certain part spot in his brain and in return he finds himself feeling a particular way. He’s prickly because he’s 50/50 in his thoughts about her. On one hand, he’s almost certain that she knows exactly what she’s doing, and he can’t stand that her charms have this much of an effect on him. On the other hand, he’s not sure. There’s this doubt that she knows her effect and it pisses him off to no end that he can’t fully read her intent.

Usually, he can easily deem someone an “asshole” or not but when he looks at her, all Raichi is met with are these pretty eyes and he doesn’t see any hidden intent. It’s quite the opposite and in return, it evokes feelings of wanting to protect her. Raichi is quite the.. character though, everything must be difficult with him. It’s just in his chaos-inducing nature. His mental process is: she can’t not know how hot she is but there’s also this… air about her that makes people compelled to feel endeared by her. Simply making the notion of her using her visuals to essentially influence people to get what she wants goes against why the guys can’t help but dote on (Name).

He watches her stance as she dusts her hands together before aimlessly wiping her palms on the material of her pale pink Spanx. The look on her face screams damsel in distress— pretty pout on her glossy lips and her brows pinched in a furrow. (Name) didn’t catch what he said to her previously, clearly wrapped in her little conundrum of how she was going to get this to the field by herself before practice started.

“Can you help me, pretty please? It’s too heavy to lift on my own.” She says. He chooses to stay silent, merely looking at her with slightly raised brows as he finishes the last of the pink velvet dessert in his hand.

“Please? I made you cupcakes!” (Name) stomps her foot a bit, finding herself a little frustrated because her time was ticking and practice was starting in less than thirty minutes at this point. Ego liked to give her a hard time about her time management, even going as far as to mention a replacement if she “couldn’t get her act together.” It was an obvious scare tactic, he was just annoyed with her performance as it was not up to his standards. Everything under Ego’s ship had to be executed to his liking and he wouldn't settle for less.

“You made everyone cupcakes.” He deadpans as he balls the wrapper up and tosses it into a nearby can. His eyes trail back to hers after the fact.

“But that one was special because it had your name on it and I made it specially for you.” He can’t lie, she’s adorable. The way her demeanor is in the moment, slowly becoming more and more frustrated with his lack of cooperation. Not to mention the way she misuses the word— something she’s been saying for a while in the way she uses it so confidently.

“Specially?” He questions, pushing off the door frame so he can enter the room in its entirety. “It’s especially, you ditz.” He closes the gap between them, only leaving a couple of centimeters between their respective frames, and (Name) feels like she can feel his body heat radiating from him, she was always convinced that his blood ran hot just like his temperament. She doesn’t budge though, only continuing to stand her ground with the cutest little scrunched-nose smile. She was attempting to hold it back which made Raichi offer her the smallest bit of a smirk.

(Name) was a flirt and she was good at it.

“Move out of the way.” He mumbles surprisingly softly, his head tilted downward as he looks at her. He does so until he tears his eyes from hers to finally get his hands on the water cooler. Now that he has it, he sees that it may have been too heavy for her to carry by herself. Raichi lifts it with ease though, his biceps contracting as he does so. “Come on, I’m not hauling this shit outside for you by myself.”

As they walk side by side with each other down the empty hallway, Raichi’s eyes begin to drift to her more than he’d like. In the brief moments that it happens, his golden-yellow irises study his favorite parts of her face. The long lashes that seemed to flutter upon her upper cheeks with every blink she took, the cutest nose that she liked to put the tiniest bit of blush on, her pouty lips that were tinted with a light cherry shade— it made Raichi sick the way she so effortlessly made him feel. Despite her looks, there had been something irritating him; something that had been on his mind for a while he just couldn’t shake. Raichi was never the type to beat around the bush and become passive in his feelings. He would address this eventually when they’re met with the field.

The blond places the water cooler down in its designated spot at the end of the benches where the paper cups had been already placed.

“Hey,” Raichi calls for her, his expression unreadable as he looks at her.

“Hm?” (Name) looks at him with curiosity, her hands shading her eyes from the sun and her lips parted slightly.

“Is it true you’re fuckin’ Isagi?” He has no shame in the question but it really shouldn���t have been much of a shock from his lack of general etiquette to begin with.

“You! Are such a guy, Jingo!” She says incredulously, giving him a playful shove to his shoulder.

“What? It’s a question.” His brows are low, not finding an ounce of humor in his query.

“Isagi is sweet.” She responds.

“That ain’t what I asked you.” Raichi raises a brow.

“Why does it matter, huh?” (Name) lets out a little laugh, tilting her head a bit.

“It matters because I’m askin’ you.”

By this point, it was no real secret that quite a few of the guys harbored feelings for (Name) over time. She was just too good at what she did. Her bubbly personality and genuine kindness leave an endless trail of admirers in her wake.

The way she interacted with each member of the team made them feel special as if they were the only ones in the room. Her charisma was magnetic and drew people in effortlessly. Her “innocent” flirtations, the playful twinkle in her eyes, her infectious laughter— it had a way of making the guys’ hearts race.

“Oi, oi, oi. Less talking, more working.” Tabito whistles at the two as he approaches them, a few more boys trickling in behind him.

“Shut up, dickwad.” Raichi quips.

“No fighting, please.” (Name) sighs as she lifts a sheet on her clipboard.

“Hey.” Tabito’s voice rang out as he sauntered over to where (Name) stood not too far from Raichi.

She glanced up, a playful grin tugging at the corner of her lips. “Hi, Tabito.”

He stretched his arms outward casually, his arms folded across his chest. “What’re you doing tonight?”

“Mmm, nothin’—” (Name) replied with an innocent shrug, her eyes sparkling upward at him as she grinned down at her.

Raichi rolls his eyes at the interaction, choosing to lace up his cleats. His nasty expression contradicted the light-hearted banter in the room. He watched as (Name) and Tabito exchanged playful words, his gaze flickering between them and the task at hand.

As the banter continued, Raichi’s mind wandered back to the countless moments he had witnessed between (Name) and the other guys on the team. He couldn’t deny the twinge of jealousy that gnawed at him, though he did a good job at keeping his emotions hidden behind his rough exterior. It seemed as though it were the Hunger Games when it came to (Name), and she was the prized gem whether she realized it or not. Raichi had a hunch that he wasn’t the only one who’d been smitten with this broad— for a while.

The boys continued to trail in one by one, sometimes in pairs like Reo and Nagi. But (Name) continued to do her daily checklist without issue as they all became settled— doing warm-ups until Ego showed up.

Practices were usually easier to handle than official games. It’s understandable; there’s high pressure and strain put on the players which essentially makes (Name)’s job, a real job. Tending to their personal needs was all that mattered as far as she was concerned. She had witnessed the team’s transition from practices to official games countless times, each time realizing just how much pressure and strain the players were under. Her role extended beyond just providing physical support; she was there to offer emotional support as well, ease pre-game nerves, and make sure that each player was mentally prepared to give their best on the field. Men are typically.. less in tune with their emotions than women are. It helps.

(Name) had taken on the role of the Blue Lock’s unofficial mascot because of this, particularly in Bachira’s eyes. However, there was a not-so-subtle undercurrent of aggression amongst some of the guys and Bachira. he had a way of hugging and showering her with affection that seemed innocent and endearing, but those who knew him well were aware that he knew exactly what he was doing. He expertly played the role of an adorable puppy causing a bit of mischief— something everyone adored, yet his intentions were akin to a mischievous younger sibling sticking their tongue out at their older sibling behind their mom’s back, knowing full well the game he was playing.

“(Nickname)!” Bachira says in a sing-song tone as he approaches from behind, covering her eyes with his hands. He gives her a cute smile as he looks at her from over her shoulder. “Guess who?”

“Bachi?” Her little name for him makes his heart skip a beat, an excitable giggle leaving his lips as he uncovers her eyes. She turned to face him and couldn’t help but smile as Bachira enveloped her in a warm embrace, their cheeks pressed together in a hug. His personality was contagious, and his affectionate demeanor always managed to tickle her spirits.

“Pretty, pretty girl~♡” Bachira’s playful tone made her smile softly, the endearing nickname earning a sweet laugh from her. She takes his face into her hands, smiling as she squishes his cheeks together.

“Weren’t you supposed to tone your hair a couple of days ago?” (Name) teased, an amused glint in her eyes as she ran a hand through his bangs— the color still a brassy yellow shade.

Bachira’s expression turned sheepish, and he scratched the back of his head with a bashful grin. “Ah, yeah, about that… I kind of forgot about it~ I need your help. I’m not good at this stuff like you. Come over and help me.” Before she could answer, she’d been cut off by a familiar voice.

“Come over without me too, Meguru? Cheating on me right in front of my face?” (Name) and Bachira both turned to find Isagi, walking over with a small smile on his face.

“Yoichi! Hi,” (Name) said, her voice sounding almost dreamlike as she greeted him. Her heart raced in her chest as she looked at him, but she couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement wash over her— good and tingly feelings all over.

No doubt about it, Isagi held a special place in her heart. Raichi's intuition was spot on, their bond was undeniable. They enjoyed their time together; both.. inside and outside the bedroom. However, it wasn't an official relationship per se. They danced on the fine line between friendship and something more, both enjoying the freedom that came with it.

Honestly, it was a connection built on physical attraction initially, and over time a genuine care for one another formed, making it all the more sticky especially for (Name) for.. various reasons. Isagi was the kind of person who could effortlessly bring a smile to her face and warmth to her heart, she felt like she was a little girl in school again. Something exciting to keep her anticipating what’s to happen next. It also helped that Isagi was cute as a button.

It happened at an after-party of a press conference nearly half a year ago— the drinks had been going and the two had gotten very close as the night progressed. All it took was a single look at him through her lashes and one too many flirty touches left on his arms and chest. He asked if she wanted to leave early and she agreed without a second thought. Of course, they played it off nicely, leaving not at once but one by one about ten minutes apart. Isagi fucked all her sorrows away, leaving both of them tangled into the sheets breathless. It’s been like this ever since but, Yoichi does have plans.

“Don’t hog (Name) all to yourself!” Bachira punched his shoulder, his tone had a teasing lilt to it.

“I don’t hog her, you little..-” Isagi reached over to put him in a light headlock, the both of them giggling and playing like they were still kids at recess. She smiled as she looked on at the two, feeling grateful that they found each other when they did.

(Name) looked over her shoulder and happened to lock eyes with the ever-so-brooding captain of the team: Rin Itoshi. Her smile falters a bit, brows pinched in a displeased furrow as a heavy feeling settles in her chest, leaving her feeling a bit helpless. She didn’t like the feeling— she didn’t like it at all. She was a relatively happy girl who didn’t like being taken out of character, she prided herself in that.

“So, (Name), are we helping Bachira with his hair today?” Isagi asked, his curiosity piqued. His voice held a hint of playfulness, but underneath, there was a trace of vulnerability. He’d been testing the waters—wanting to see whether or not he could crash this little “private party.”

As he spoke, Isagi’s eyes flickered between (Name) and Bachira, trying to gauge their reactions. His grin, although friendly, was subtly tinged with an edge. It wasn’t just curiosity driving him; it was jealousy that simmered just beneath the surface. In the moments that followed, Isagi’s body language revealed more than just his words. He subtly moved closer to (Name), not wanting to be left out of the conversation or, more importantly, her attention.

“Huh..?” She turns her head back to Isagi and Bachira, shaking her head as if she’d been trying to snap out of something. But Isagi had already noticed that she seemed off like she was bothered by something or rather someone.

“Oh, sure— if Bachi doesn’t mind.” There’s a smile on her lips that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. By this point, Bachi managed to wriggle free of Isagi and made his way over to talk to Nagi and Reo who weren’t too far from where they stood.

“Hey,” Yoichi calls for her gently. “You okay?”

“Yeah, of course! I’m okay.” She answers as she nods her head. Her smile seems more genuine this time, not like before a few seconds ago. Maybe she’s managed to suppress whatever she had been feeling— a fleeting wave of emotion only elicited by a trigger.

“Are you mad at me?” He asks, his voice lowering an octave or two. He just barely takes a step closer, pretty blue eyes filled with worry.

“No, Isagi,” she answered delicately, her fingers nervously twirling a strand of her hair. “Why would I be upset with you?”

Isagi's concern deepened as he noticed her anxious gesture. He reached out, gently touching her arm. “Just making sure..”

(Name) glanced down at his hand on her arm, a fleeting moment of comfort in his touch. She sighed and looked away, her gaze fixating on a nearby bench.

“Is it about him?” Isagi asked.

“What?” Her brows furrowed and she followed his gaze to the distant figure of Rin. He nodded almost imperceptibly. “Is it about him?”

“I'm not talking about this right now, Isagi,” (Name) replied, her eyes returning to Isagi's, a mixture of emotions swirling within them. They were narrowed, threatening him silently. It had been an almost incredulous expression as if she couldn’t believe that he was choosing to carelessly bring this up right now of all times. Isagi was a smart boy, he knew to leave it. (Name) kept a leash on him in a way, despite the sweetness of her demeanor and face— she was capable of having a mean streak.

As the team was immersed in their practice drills, the words hung in the air like an unspoken echo.

“Isagi!” Reo calls him over, both her and Isagi looking over to where the trio stood.

“I’ll talk to you later, okay?” Isagi says, his lips pressed together in a tight line as he gives her a final glance before jogging away.

(_ _ ) . . z Z

The training facility buzzed with energy as the team went through their practice drills, Blue Lock’s technology seamlessly integrated into every aspect of their training. The walls of the facility were adorned with holographic screens that displayed real-time data and strategy simulations. The air was filled with a familiar sense of intensity only they understood as the team, focused on honing their skills for the upcoming game.

As the practice session neared its end, (Name) caught sight of Ego observing from a distance. He stood by a large holographic display, analyzing the players’ performance metrics. They managed to exchange eye contact which is when Ego signaled to (Name) to come where he stood. She nodded in acknowledgment and made her way past the field. She’ll never get over just how tall he is in comparison to her as she practically cranes her neck to look up at him.

“See me in my office in five minutes.” He requested, adjusting his glasses further onto his face with his middle finger. Ah, he was so intimidating sometimes— especially when his glasses had a glare. Ego was nice enough to her though, even if he was a little scary.

“Okay!” She nods quickly as he dismisses himself, barely giving her enough time to acknowledge his request.

Reo had been watching the exchange from a distance and couldn't resist the opportunity to tease her— he walked over a piece of minty gum being chewed by his pearly whites. With a grin, he asked, “In trouble?”

(Name) giggled at his words. “I hope not,” she replied.

He leaned in closer, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Well, if you need someone to come to your rescue, you know where to find me,” he said, popping his gum. “You know how intense Ego can be.”

She matched Reo’s gaze, tilting her head, and offered a gentle pat on his cheek. It was how seemingly ignorant she was about little things like eye contact; a historically intimate, sometimes even taboo action. Reo recognized that he was flirting quite openly, fully aware of it. However, her natural charm had him feeling somewhat.. disoriented one could say. He’s almost certain that she wasn’t picking up on his advances but rather, she was just being herself. Reo felt like he was out of his league, realizing he needed to step up his game to get his point across.

“I'll remember that,” she replied, a hint of playfulness in her tone. As Reo pondered how to navigate her, (Name) continued the conversation with a hint of innocence that seemed to come naturally to her.

“So, Mr. Shining Armor,” she began, a playful twinkle in her eye, “If I ever need, like, an alibi or something, you’d totally have my back, right?”

Reo grinned. “Yeah,” he replied. “I’d hire you a lawyer if you really needed it, but you’re a good girl, no? You wouldn’t even need an alibi to begin with.”

A playful pout formed on (Name)’s lips as she huffed out her cheeks and stomped her foot in playful protest. “Says who! I can hang with the best of them!”

“Oh yeah? Well, you’ve got about two minutes to get to Ego’s office.” He says matter of factly.

“What! You’re lying!” Her demeanor shifted to one of mild panic as she glanced at the time on her wristband. With a swift and almost comical spin, she hurriedly dashed off, her footsteps echoing down the corridor. “I’ll talk to you soon!”

She made her way to Ego’s office, knocking briskly before letting herself in. His office was a blend of sleek design and advanced functionality. The walls had the same interactive screen she had seen earlier. The AI was amazing, she had never seen anything like it until she landed this job. It was capable of anything it seemed, projecting game footage, tactical analysis, and real-time player stats that all just scratched the surface of it. Ego pulled up her “profile” one day, it had information that she didn’t even give consent to give out. Weird? Yes, but she’s seen worse since she started here.

As she entered, the screens adjusted to her presence, dimming slightly as if they were on standby mode. Ego stood at his desk, which was more like a command center with all of the digital interfaces and gesture controls. He motioned for her to take a seat, and she obliged, settling into a chair near to his own. Ego’s gaze met hers, his usually stern expression softened slightly by the bluish hues of the various screens.

“I wanted to talk to you about something important, (Name).” She listened attentively as Ego spoke to her.

“A very important game is near, so I need you on your A-game, (Name),” Ego said, making her furrow her brows just a bit in curiosity. “Yes, you’re the appointed water girl; however, you’ll also have other duties such as acting as an.. on-call personal assistant of sorts. I need you to keep them happy and stress-free no matter how ridiculous their requests are.”

“Requests?” She blinks at him and tilts her head.

“Yes.” He didn’t seem as though he was willing to explain. Ah, of course. Ego never liked to be questioned anyway.

She let out a sigh but her usual warm smile appeared once again as she reassured him, “You can count on me, Ego! ” A cute smile grew on her lips, and she saluted him playfully. Ego’s eyes rolled at the gesture, though a hint of amusement danced in his gaze.

“Alright, enough theatrics,” he said, his stern exterior softening just a touch as he adjusted his frames. “I trust you, (Name).”

(_ _ ) . . z Z

The final whistle blew on the starry-lit soccer field, the tension of the intense match at an all-time high as Blue Lock emerged victorious. The crowd roared with excitement and the stadium lights illuminated the scene like a grand stage. The team had just delivered a performance for the ages. The players had gathered in the center of the field, their eyes still shining with the intensity of the match— the pure satisfaction and euphoria coursing through their veins. It felt as though the energy surrounding them had been visible, deep blue. Signifying power, confidence, and authority. All things that they had been representing in that very moment as they went home with the win, the opposing team had long since exited the field leaving Blue Lock to celebrate amongst themselves.

They all exchanged sloppy hugs and high-fives, congratulating each other on a game well played— jumping on each other and dog piling on top of one another.

Isagi couldn't tear his gaze away from (Name) who had been working just as tirelessly throughout the game— an essential presence on the sidelines throughout the night. Her eyes sparkled with pride and admiration as she watched them all celebrate their triumph. Her hands had been interlocked with Anri’s own as they cutely jumped with each other. Both were so excited as Ego stood not too far next to them looking as pleased as he possibly could look for him, his hands had been placed in his pockets with an odd posture. It’s not long before he’s exiting himself amongst all the chaos.

Amid the post-game frenzy, Isagi felt an overpowering surge of emotion. Ignoring the paparazzi cameras and the cheering crowd, he made his way to (Name) on the sidelines. He had no clue what he was doing, his feet seemingly moving on their own as he grew closer and closer to where she stood.

With the world as their witness, he gently took her by the hand and pulled her close, their hearts beating in sync but her reasoning with the excitement of the victory and Isagi’s because he was about to put everything on the line.

“Isa..?” (Name)’s voice has always been sweet but he thought it sounded more sugary when she said his name.

With the stadium lights casting a halo around them, Isagi looked deeply into (Name)’s eyes and was swept away by the heat of the moment: he kissed her. Time seemed to stand still as they locked lips.

As Isagi closed the gap between them, his breath hitched, and he could feel the warmth of (Name)’s breath on his lips. Their faces drew nearer, eyes closing in unison, anticipation hanging heavy in the air. His hand, trembling ever so slightly, cupped her cheek, his thumb lightly brushing her skin as he tilted her head gently.

(Name)’s lips were soft and inviting, meeting his with a tender, tentative touch. It was a gentle exploration, like two puzzle pieces finding their perfect fit. Isagi’s heart raced as he felt the electric spark of their connection. He could taste the sweet excitement of the victory on her lips, mixed with the saltiness of the sweat on his lips from the intense game.

Their mouths moved in perfect harmony, a dance of love and longing. Isagi’s other hand found its place on the small of (Name)’s back, pulling her even closer, their bodies pressed together, fitting like two halves of a whole.

The kiss deepened, and their tongues met— a gentle and passionate duel as if they were pouring every ounce of their emotions into this single, stolen moment.

As their lips moved in sync with one another, a hush seemed to fall over the stadium, even amidst the continued celebrations. The two were lost in the intensity of their kiss, the world fading away until it was just the two of them, wrapped up in the heat of the moment.

The paparazzi were momentarily stunned by this unexpected display of affection but they quickly recovered, cameras capturing the raw, unfiltered emotion that flowed between one of the star players and the sweet little water girl. The team began to realize what was happening soon after, confused looks on some, angry expressions on others, and a few who just seemed to be happy for Isagi. The stadium had long since erupted in a new wave of cheers and applause.

Isagi eventually pulled away from her lips, breathless and flushed but wearing a smile that spoke volumes.

“Yoichi..?” She blinks up at him, finding it hard to process what had just happened and more importantly, what it all means. “What was that?”

“I want everyone to know that I want you.” He confessed.

The aftermath of Isagi and (Name)’s intimate moment hung in the air, a delicate whisper during the fading cheers in the stadium. However, the serene atmosphere shattered abruptly as (Name)’s desperate cries pierced through the celebratory echoes. The transition from the warmth of the kiss to the chilling urgency in (Name)’s voice unfolded like a sudden storm.

“Rin—! Rin you’re hurting me! Rin Itoshi! Let me go!” The harsh urgency in (Name)'s voice resonated through the narrow hallway, her plea filled with both physical pain and emotional distress. She struggled to keep her footing, her feet almost stumbling as she tried to keep up with Rin's determined strides. The locker room loomed ahead, its cold, metallic door reflecting the dim light from a flickering overhead bulb.

Rin’s face was a tumultuous sea of emotions. Anger and frustration bubbling at the surface that almost always remained cool and collected, made him deaf to the celebration’s distant echoes. His fingers clamped around (Name)’s upper arm like an unyielding vice, pulling her along a path she desperately wished to escape from. The last thing she wanted was to fight but it was clear that not only had the festivities been forgotten in Rin's mind, but any chance of him enjoying them had been cruelly dashed. Not like he was the celebration type anyway.

The tension crackled like static electricity in the space between them. Despite the lingering thrill of the victory, the atmosphere inside the locker room weighed heavily upon them, contrasting sharply with the post-game excitement. Amidst the disarray of his teammates’ gear, Rin’s voice dripped with frustration as he confronted (Name).

“You, should really fucking know better, (Name).” Rin’s penetrating gaze remained fixed upon her, the tension palpable between them. (Name) looked upset and disheveled as looked up at him, never once backing away from his gaze. She shot back with a voice trembling with exasperation and frustration, “What do you want me to do, Rin? You don't want to be my boyfriend, but you get angry with me when I get attention from someone who actually wants to be with me! In public!”

Rin's jaw clenched and his brows furrowed in response to her words— clearly, she’s been talking about Isagi. Rin wasn’t stupid, not that they had been trying to hide it well to begin with. “Isagi of all people.”

(Name) couldn't contain her anger any longer, her voice raising as she spoke. She made sure to point a mean finger at him, poking his chest as she did so. “Don't talk about him like that. As if you treat me better than him. You’re crazy!”

Just as the tension reached its height, the locker room door swung open, revealing bewildered-looking teammates as they all trickled into the room. They heard a commotion coming from inside and decided to investigate. Although they had all been listening piled on top of each other seconds before Isagi finally pushed through.

“Did we walk in on somethin'?” Raichi asked. (Name) and Rin exchanged conflicted glances, gazes torn between the intensity of the game and the unresolved issues in their relationship. Rin looked particularly unbothered by the exchange though, it should be a talent with how he can keep his demeanor a thorough constant even in the most stressful situations. Most of the time.

“Yes!” (Name) exclaimed, but Rin quickly retorted. “No,”

“What’s going on?” Isagi asked, closing the gap between him and her. He had a worried look on his face as he looked down at her.

“Nothing, we just had a discussion is all.” She answered.

“No. Let them know what’s mine is mine.” Rin stated, causing her heart to skip a beat. She hated that— her heart often betrayed her brain so often, especially when it came to Rin. She was mad at him!

“Excuse me?” Isagi tilted his head, brows furrowed as he took a step closer in Rin’s direction.

“Please, not right now. We just won a big game..” (Name) said, her voice carrying a heavy solemnity as though she were deeply concerned. She absolutely couldn’t stand when they fought. When any of them fought, really. Rin’s jaw clenched again, but he refrained from saying more for the moment, his gaze locked onto Isagi. It’s at that moment when Rin takes his hand and grabs a hold of her face, turning her head towards him and planting a sloppy kiss right on her mouth— an act that shows his possession of her.

The locker room fell silent as they watched this display of affection, leaving everyone, including Isagi, momentarily stunned.

(Name) blinked in astonishment, her cheeks hot, and her heart raced. She didn’t expect such a public display of affection from Rin, especially during their argument. His actions spoke volumes, and despite the tension that had filled the room, there was a sense of raw passion in that kiss.

Rin finally pulled away from the kiss, his intense gaze still locked onto (Name), as if daring anyone to challenge his claim. It was a bold move, one that left no doubt about his feelings, even if it had created an even more complicated situation.

(Name), her voice shaky but filled with a mix of emotions, whispered to Rin, “You didn’t have to do that..”

In a bold move of Isagi’s own, he closed the distance between himself and (Name), taking her face gently in his hands, and he leaned in to kiss her. The locker room seemed to hold its breath as Isagi’s lips met (Name)’s in a tender kiss.

Isagi felt his body respond immediately to her kiss, his cock hardening against his leg. He could feel her soft lips pressing against him, and he could hear her whine softly into the kiss. Maybe it’d been the heat of the moment, but being watched— having all eyes on him as he essentially marked his territory had him reeling. It felt similar to being on the field.. having someone feel threatened by his very sense of self only for him to claim the goal as his. This felt no different.

“I—” (Name) stood in the center of the room at a loss for words, her heart torn between the two men who both held a special place in her life. She could feel the intensity of the emotions radiating from Rin and Isagi, their heated argument having morphed into something far more complex. The situation had already taken an unexpected turn, and the tensions between Rin and Isagi were undeniable. Rin reached out for (Name) but Isagi acted on the same instinct— both of the men simultaneously closed the distance between themselves and (Name), their lips meeting hers in a kiss that’d been rather rough and unpoetic.

The room descended into a breathless hush as the trio partook in an impassioned, electrifying kiss. It was a tempest of emotions and longings, where Rin and Isagi’s competitive spirits transcended the realm of sport, now manifested in the fervor of their lips upon (Name)’s. Each kiss was an assertion of ownership, a silent declaration of their claim on her heart.

Unspoken desires smoldered beneath the surface, like coiled embers ready to ignite. Both Isagi and Rin may have carried a secret yearning for one another, one that was concealed beneath the shadow of their shared affection and feelings for (Name) and their ongoing rivalry. Perhaps it was a whirlwind of emotions, a silent tug-of-war between jealousy and attraction. Neither dared utter the truth if there were any, and yet deep down there existed an unspoken curiosity about what it would be like to bridge the divide that separated them.

Past the competition, their emotions churned frequently with high ups and low lows. With frustration intertwined, it blurred the fine lines that separated friendship and rivalry. Hours spent together on and off the soccer field had woven a tapestry of connection, a bond that transcended the boundaries of just being teammates but friends. The bond, though sometimes frayed by the throes of their shared affection for (Name), added another intricate layer of complexity to their relationship. It was as if they constantly teetered on the precipice of something more. But truthfully? Neither of them wanted to even entertain the thought. Or so they tell themselves.

The remaining teammates were initially taken aback, exchanging enigmatic glances among themselves. Some wore the cloak of astonishment, while others concealed their intrigue behind veils of confusion. A few remained adrift in the sea of uncertainty, unsure of how to navigate the tempestuous waters of this unexpected turn.

The locker room that was once heavy with tension and discord, had metamorphosed into a simmering crucible of passion and desire. The air itself seemed to shimmer with the intensity of their emotions, like molten steel in a crucible, forging something new from the raw elements of longing and affection.

The taste of desire and longing hung heavy in the air, and what had begun as a spontaneous act was now evolving into something far more passionate and consuming. As the trio’s kiss deepened, the locker room seemed to pulse with an almost palpable energy. The boundaries between all of them blurred, and for that suspended moment in time, it seemed as though everyone knew where this was heading.

Rin’s hands moved to cup her breasts upward, pushing them together before harshly pulling down the babydoll pink top to expose her bra.

“R—! Rin!” It was similar to a chirp, the way (Name) said his name. She looked breathless with her lips glossy with a mix of both Rin and Isagi’s DNA— oh, shedding flustered. Like a sweet little rabbit who got her cottontail pulled by a big bad wolf.

“Shut up.” Is the only thing he muttered into her neck as his large hands continued to grope her.

“Is this really okay, Captain?” Isagi asked, blue irises narrowed deliberately trying to evoke an emotion out of Rin by using his title.

Rin pulled away from her, his chest heaving as he met Isagi’s intense gaze. “It’s not like they haven’t been thirsting after her like mutts.” Rin retorted his voice low and possessive, a defiant challenge in his words.

Rin’s next response was a sly, almost wicked statement. “Give them a show,” he whispered, his words laced with provocation as he locked onto Isagi's gaze, fully aware of the effect his words would have on their audience.

The next moments for (Name) seemed to blur into a haze. Time lost its meaning as she found herself caught between Rin and Isagi— Isagi’s hand found its way to her throat from where he stood behind her. Slender fingers wrapped around her delicate and sensitive neck while Rin’s hands roamed.

“Look at what you did..” Isagi presses his erection into her, his thick shaft snug against the pillowy softness of her ass.

“Yoichi..” She gasped softly, brows furrowed as she was directed to look upward.

“Yoichi..” Isagi mocks her softly, his own voice going up an octave. “Shh. You’re real quiet..” Isagi whispers directly into her ear, his breath hot and shaky as he speaks to her in a lower tone— his words sending a shiver down her spine. His tone, honeyed in arousal and heat, carried a note of urgency that left her heart pounding. “This is how you act with him?” His question held a weight of not only a weight desire but possessiveness; and jealousy.

“She knows her place and her limits,” Rin answered for her as his fingertips skillfully unclasped the heart clip that held her bra together. (Name)’s tits had a delicious drop under their weight, her buds hardened rather quickly not only because of Rin’s stimulation but the temperature in the locker room had been chilly.

Bachira virtually had no qualms about palming himself through his shorts, his cock stiff with a perverted little expression on his face as he watched the scene unfold. Truth be told, this isn’t the first time he’s done something depraved like this. See, Bachira had a bit of a fixation on voyeurism and exhibitionism. It was almost as if he was in the room by himself, enjoying his sight before of him like he were at home watching the perverse bookmarks on his burner account on Twitter. This to him was even more of a treat— not only does he get to watch but he gets the luxury of having others watch him.

“See what your effect is on all of these perverts?” Rin asks, his voice low against her ear. “And yet you still walk around clueless, these little skirts and small tops.”

Isagi makes the next move with hands sliding down behind her waist where fingertips unzip the back of her skirt. His thumbs hook into the material of both her mini and the panties she wore, pulling both garments down in haste.

“Fuck me.” Raichi groaned, he put up a desperate attempt to hold onto whatever sanity he did have but he hasn’t gotten laid in weeks and this is probably as close to (Name)’s pussy as he was going to get. So help him god if any of this gets out to the press he’s going to fucking lose it. He starts palming himself through his shorts too, only gaining the courage to actually pull himself out when he catches a glimpse of Bachira who had been holding his cock at its base, rubbing his frenulum with the pad of his fingertip. Its head was leaky— comically so as it dripped slowly onto the floor below him where he stood. Raichi spits into his hand before he wraps it around him, giving it a firm squeeze before stroking himself slowly. His balls are heavy, it's embarrassing to say that he has to be careful. He doesn’t want to be the first guy to cum, especially in this kind of situation.

The room had been filled with breathy moans and explicit sounds and statements as they all became meshed together in, let’s not mince words: an orgy.

Reo and Nagi seemed to have fallen into their solace between each other, lips locked in a fervent kiss as their clothed clothes rubbed against each other, it wasn’t very long before they’d been frotting bare against each other. Yukimiya follows in both Raichi and Bachira’s footsteps by pulling out his cock and jerking himself off, imagining that (Name) was the one who was touching him, kissing him, making him cum anywhere he wanted to.

Isagi’s mouth is hot on (Name)’s cunt as she sits on the bench, her legs propped up on either side of her to keep her legs open and spread. His pointer finger and middle spread her lips apart as his tongue delves into the heart of her sweet pussy, causing rivulets of her sticky essence to drip down his chin. Isagi was always a messy eater— he was one of those types who liked to eat pussy for his pleasure. He could be between her legs for hours if she let him but she gets a little restless because she ends up wanting to get fucked after her second orgasm on his tongue. Isagi and Rin were different in that regard. It’s not because Rin didn’t want to or like foreplay: he just preferred to fuck because he could do it for hours when time permits.

Rin looks down at her while she holds his hard cock in her hand. Her tongue feels warm, slippery, and wet as she circles it around his cockhead. He watches her build up her momentum as she starts to suck on it instead— she always did this and that alone would make him cum if she tried but she makes it a point to prove she can swallow him whole without gagging. (Name) says it feels more rewarding when he can cum down her throat too— it’s probably what she was working towards right now, slowly taking him inch by inch. She knows her limits though it seems because she’s using her hands with what she can’t get down to.

Rin thinks he likes this position: he’s standing over Isagi in both a literary and metaphorical sense. He’s on his knees serving his girlfriend while she focuses all her attention on him— doing her best to make him feel good. Rin’s compliance to all of this carries a certain weight of unresolved tensions, it feels more like a means of control than the genuine connection between Isagi or any other teammate in this locker room. In Rin’s head, he’s doing them a favor. He tosses a mere glance at the rest, eyes focused on the depraved displays of lust in front of him.

“..Shit. That feels good.” Tabito’s eyes are closed shut as Chigiri’s mouth wraps around the head of his cock and Hiori licks up and down his shaft. The redhead’s looking up at Tabito through lash lines that seem a little too feminine— he’s holding a piece of his hair tucked behind his ear as he slowly envelops Tabito’s growing cock. Hiori’s hands are both wrapped around his shaft and Chigiri’s as they work along Tabito’s cock, often meeting at the top of his cock to share a wet tongue kiss.

Tabito didn’t think he could get any harder but here he is now, trying not to blow his load prematurely all in their pretty mouths. There’s a part of Tabito that feels a small amount of shame— or perhaps something akin to embarrassment as he gets his cock sucked. Maybe it’s the overall absurdity of the situation: the entire team getting essentially cucked by the water girl everyone wants to be balls deep in and the two dickheads who have had a one-up on them all the entire time. Another reason is probably because he’s one of those men who prides himself in being an Alpha male of sorts— bragging about how many women he can pull but once again, here he is getting his cock sucked on by two pretty boys.

Isagi’s lips encircle her clit, applying gentle suction as he slips his pointer and middle into her slit. Warm walls encompass his digits as he rocks them a certain way he knows she likes. (Name) is already finding it difficult to focus on sucking Rin off with Isagi between her legs like this. Her free hand finds its way into Isagi’s hair, giving him a gentle grip as she tries to ground herself. As he continues to suck on her sensitive bud, his actions become more fervent— sloppier and more urgent. Isagi could feel her insides twitching along his fingers, that’s why. She’s close and he wants to be the first one to make her cum in front of everyone. (Name) can’t help but tear her lips away from Rin’s cock, her hand continuing to jerk him off as she looks down at Isagi.

“I’m—!” She nearly chokes on her cry as she feels the initial push over the edge— then the dips come and she’s shaking. “—cumming, I’m cumming..!” (Name) repeats over and over again as she basks in the complete and total absence of control she has over her body in that very moment. It’s pretty— it's so pretty. She almost looks helpless but the sounds she’s making are making them spin. Isagi’s mouth is still attached to her core, following her body as she moves around. She rides out her high like this and Isagi only pulls away when he’s satisfied.

“Hah.. dammit..” Baro has been keeping to himself this whole time. The interesting thing about him is that he’s really a gentleman. He’s never been in a situation like this before but he’s also never been this turned on in his life. Baro also just learned that he likes to watch, his cock has been twitching in his thigh for almost thirty minutes. He’s making a mess in his boxer briefs because he can feel himself getting wet. The way his cock is jumping is enough friction to cause stimulation, when (Name) cums, he has to grab himself at his base to keep him from cumming. Baro looks down at himself, pulling up the inseam of his shorts and underwear to let the tip of his cock peek out. It jumps again, the cool air hitting its shiny and glistening tip as it drools. Precum leaking onto the floor.

The trio shifts their positions so that Rin is lying on the bench while (Name) straddles him, sheathing his cock at its hilt— Rin’s hands on her ass as she adjusts to him. It’s been a while since she’s had him because of a little disagreement they had. Well, in actuality it was everything but little. They hadn’t been “seeing” each other for the past couple of weeks as they usually do because of Rin’s.. approach to how he handles certain things. Specifically when it comes down to having conversations involving emotions and how to deal with them in healthy and effective ways. The “what are we” conversation didn’t go as she’d planned for it to be. He gave her a vague response that resolved nothing which in turn made her spiral, but it’s not like she‘s some sort of loose canon. She had her moments, yes.. but when it came to Rin he brought something nasty out in her that only he could.

“Don’t look at me,” (Name) says softly, her voice carrying a tone of resentment that holds no real weight as she grabs his face to make him look in another direction. Isagi is behind her as he prods his cock between her supple ass cheeks, ever so gently pressing the tip onto her puckered hole. A breathy chuckle escaped his lips when he saw how she jolted upwards, reaching behind her to shoo him away from that part of her.

“Hng— Isagi, not there. It’s been too long..” (Name) looks at him from over her shoulder. Isagi thinks she looks cute like that: brows pinched in a furrow with a pout on her lips she doesn’t even know she’s sporting. That’s alright. Her pussy seemed more appealing anyway, even if Rin’s cock had already been working its way into her. It was going to be nearly impossible to try to squeeze himself into her, Rin was already big admittedly— the last thing he wanted was to hurt her. But Isagi the issue here was that he didn’t like sharing. He leans over, lips connecting to her neck in a sweet kiss.

“Then can you take both in here..?” Isagi’s fingers gently brush against the same pussy that was currently stuffed with Rin’s cock. Isagi almost wanted to scoff— it was big and she was tight enough to make her grip around his shaft. He hated how much his cock was drooling, it was almost a little embarrassing.

“No, Yoichi.. I don’t think I can fit both.” She says. “I’m not prepped at all, pervert..” Her eyes are closed in a hum, as she reaches to hold the back of his neck into place while Rin plays with her clit. His eyes are low and lidded as they hone in on the precious little flower between her legs. He’s starting to move now, slowly, but he’s gotten a bit impatient. The fluttering around his dick isn’t helping either— he’s almost entirely tuned out everyone else.

“Then you’re going to try, right? For me?” Isagi pressed another kiss into her skin and his eyes flickered upward and over to Bachira who had seemingly inched his way over to the three, a bright-eyed look in his eye as he looked at (Name) like she was a pretty prize, adorned with the wrapping paper and bow. Rin gives him a skeptical look from the corner of his eye but doesn’t say anything. Rin tolerated Bachira more than other players for whatever reason. Unfortunately, he thinks that Bachira may have grown on him over time. Rin would never admit that but he’s sure if it had been anyone else, he’d be beside himself but Bachira isn’t touching her so it’s acceptable.

“Meguru,” Isagi hums. He reaches around to grab a hold of her face to make her look at Bachira, placing another kiss on her cheek. “She’s so pretty, right? Prettier than the last time, you think?” Isagi looks over at him again with a knowing grin.

Last time.. that was supposed to be a secret between the three of them. Now she’s feeling embarrassed and a little bit like a slut. But it was a one-time thing! That night they were supposed to be toning Bachi’s hair, they had a little bit of wine— too much wine. One thing led to another and she ended up getting spit roasted with Isagi in her pussy and Bachira taking her mouth. If she wasn’t so out of her mind she’d say something— or maybe she wouldn’t, it was the truth after all. But they are going to get in trouble afterward, they made a promise and totally broke it.

“Mhm~! ♡” Bachira nods. “She’s a tough girl, she can take it.”

“We didn’t get to try last time but you think (Name) can fit two inside, right? She's doubting herself like a ..silly girl? Is that what you call her when she’s being clumsy?” Isagi flashes another smile, yet Bachira succumbs to his impulses, bridging the distance to share a kiss with (Name) before tenderly transitioning to Isagi, his lips moving in a gentle but firm kiss.

Rin doesn’t say much. It's odd but he’s soon pulling himself out of her so that they could shift into another position— one that could accommodate her more comfortably than the one she was in currently. (Name) assumes a reverse cowgirl position, while Rin supports one of her legs from behind the knee to establish a stable anchor. Isagi mirrors the action, both positioning their cocks at her pussy— one that seems too tight to fit both. Bachira’s been hovering, leaning over to spit right onto her pussy.

“You can do it! ♡” Bachira chirps, a chuckle adjacent to a giggle leaves his lips when she reaches out for him— he lets her with no question. She held onto the nape of his neck, fingers intertwined in the soft brassy hairs. The shuffle of footsteps echoed as the onlookers encircled the four, creating an impromptu audience. It’s almost like a.. circle jerk but with a view. All of their dicks are in hand, stroking themselves to the sight. The attention is getting (Name) off, she’d be lying if she said it wasn’t. Her cunt was visibly pulsating around nothing, her need to be absolutely filled to the brim was growing and the task of taking two cocks into the same hole seemed less daunting and more like a necessity.

“Holy shit..” An involuntary hiccup escapes her, accompanied by a restrained moan. It's the sensation of something notably large making its initial attempt to enter. They both push into her inch by inch and the grasp on Bachira’s hair is far less friendly. He doesn’t mind though, it feels good for him. “Oh my god—!”

It's a stretch that initiates with a subtle and controlled tension.. gradually intensifying until it teeters on the edge of discomfort. As she reaches the peak— both of their lengths halfway, a satisfying ache ensues, accompanied by a paradoxical sensation of relief as the apex passes. It’s a blend of pain and pleasure, as the muscles protest against the stretch while simultaneously yielding to the therapeutic pull of her walls, leaving her with a lingering sense of being full beyond imagination and gratification.

“Christ..” Rin says under his breath, letting out an almost shaky breath. It’s tight— it’s probably the tightest thing he’s had since he fucked her ass the first time. It’s an enveloping pressure that molds around him, both hard and soft. It seems as though his cock and Isagi’s are battling for room within her but there just simply wasn’t any.

“Look at you..” Isagi on the other hand can’t get over the view— none of them can. He’s only ever seen things like this in hardcore porn, never in real life. She’d stretched beyond belief, both cocks inside of her completely to the hilt. He doesn’t know what to do with himself other than stare and wait for her to permit them to move. Bachira’s making good use of himself by playing with her clit, lips locked onto her own as she reached to play with his cock.

She breaks away from his lips momentarily to look at Isagi with a darkened gaze before uttering the words, “Fuck me.” Rin misses not a single beat as he reaches upward, grabbing a handful of her hair at the base to yank her head back. Both men start fucking into her at a worrisome pace, one would think they’d be a tad more generous but it was clear there had been no more patience left. They wanted to cum in a hot and willing cunt. Their cocks both push and pull at alternating times, hitting different targets deep inside of her. She’s not catching a break between the two of them and it’s making her vision hazy.

Chasing after a high becomes the focal point of everyone’s agenda. Every touch seemed to be heightened amongst everyone, sending waves of euphoria through each of their bodies— there a sense of urgency surged through the air as something inched closer and closer. Her vision had been completely obscured by the overwhelming euphoria building in her core, the harsh lighting of the locker room becoming almost soft and blurred. Her tits jump at every impact of a pump, hardened buds getting licked and sucked on by Bachira. Some images she can make out when she comes to like: Baro, Yukimiya, and Raichi stroking themselves, Reo bent over on all fours while Nagi fucks him from behind, Chigiri and Hiori in a 69 position while Tabito alternates between Hiori’s ass and Chigiri’s mouth.

Unfortunately, she can’t hold it together anymore. It's the peak of pleasure, sensations converging into an intense climax—a symphony of ecstasy where every touch, breath, and heartbeat harmonize in sublime rhythm. Her mouth hangs open into a sweet little ‘O’ and she starts to shake uncontrollably, her cunt becomes a geyser as she squirts on Isagi’s lower half in short bursts. It’s a chain reaction: guttural moans breaking out as the onlookers begin to cum, multiple cumshots had and soiling the floor where they stood.

“Ah— fuck.. fuck.. fuckfuck—” Isagi’s hips start to falter terribly as he sputters out curses. Both he and Rin cum at the same time, filling her abused and beaten hole with their seed. Isagi doesn’t know it, but he’s overstimulating both (Name) and Rin because he’s the type to fuck through his orgasms until he absolutely can’t move anymore. Their cum sloshes inside of her and it’s enough to start oozing out of her, down her ass, and dripping onto Rin’s balls.

“Stop fucking moving.” Rin barks at Isagi before he eventually tires himself out, he slips out of her first then Rin carefully follows suit. The rest oozes out of her slowly and onto the bench, shallow breaths making her chest rise and fall.

As the echoes of pleasure subside, a serene aftermath settles in, wrapping the room in a cocoon of shared intimacy. In the dim glow of the aftermath, bodies rest, breaths sync, and the hazy ambiance settles.

She deserves a promotion.

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[crypticminx]

hello! could I request Felix and reader leaving together at an Oxford party and their night? THANK YOU<3 could be smut or fluff whatever you prefer

Hello lovely!! Here you go!!! Hope you enjoy xx 🩷

AN: smutttt, Dom!felix, small breeding kink, daddy kink and little bit of flufff <3 P in V, unprotected sex xoxo

Oxford parties.

Drunk people scattered around like zombies, making complete utter fools of themselves on the dance floor as loud hip music blared through the drums of each speaker. Copious amounts of strong liquor was always passed around and one could only hope they didn't get sick from sharing the mouth stained bottles.

Trashy to say the least—but classy in each partygoers pumped heart.

Felix Catton was known for always being in attendance at such parties and stemmed to be the heart throbbing crowd pleaser—that is for all the enraged horny females.

Practically throwing their limp, alcohol filled bodies at him, Felix wasn’t known to be a rejecting heartbreaker, but curiosity always got the best of him, leaving himself to never turn down a good night. Even if that meant following those girls back to their messy dorms.

However, All good things must come to an end, and what—or for a better word, who was finally good for Felix was none other than the most gorgeous girl on campus: Y/N Y/L.

Cuffed, taken, bagged; Felix could proudly admit for once, with a cheery smile, that he was in an amazing relationship.

So when Y/N and Felix started to arrive at every annual party, dashing hand in hand, they received the usual jealous stares from snotty singles and the more pleased ones from their tight knit group of friends.

This night was no different from the same, besides the new arcade fire song that was blasting on repeat. Although parties were a fun festivity to end off a tiresome week of studies, Y/N didn’t find the vibe as enjoyable as previous events.

Standing in the corner holding a red solo cup that was filled with more juice than vodka, Y/N kept to herself for the most part and only encouraged herself to drink by taking a few ditzy shots with Oliver while her beloved Felix was challenged to a silly game of beer pong.

Typical, she thought

Gulping the rest of her drink, Y/N tried her best to look for Felix and while she did so, she gave herself the time to elaborate a good excuse on why they should ditch the party.

The atmosphere was sweaty, humid, and a small stench of some lightweights nasty vomit sprouted it’s aroma from the bathroom. If that wasn’t a good wake up call, what was?

Lost in the haze of people who were doing some new stupid dance trend, Y/N groaned as she felt herself bumping into someone. Nearly spilling her drink, she managed to stop herself before becoming the embarrassment of the night.

She was too full of mental exhaustion—rather more frustrated to even look at up at the soul she collided into.

“Hey,” she knew that voice anywhere and instantly felt relief.

“Jeez fel,” she called him by his proufound nickname she granted him when they first started dating, “I’ve been looking for you like a mad man!”

He chuckled and wrapped a lose arm around her shoulder. Y/N’s eyes fluttered with awe as he did just so and she quickly wondered how in the midst of the grossness around them, Felix could still manage to look so perfect.

Ugh, just a quick glance at her man and she could feel herself growing internally hungry.

Dressed in a loose throw over that appeared to have not a single alcohol stain and his hair—heavens his hair, not one strand of his neat chestnut locks was out of place. He always kept his composure, at least that was one thing different about him and his inseparable sister, Venetia.

“So, ‘m thinking,” he began as he pulled Y/N closer into his chest, the smell of his lovely cologne filling her nose with its radiant clove scent.

“Oh, so you managed to actually use your brain tonight?” Y/N interrupted him, earning a swift tap on her button nose as he goofishly grinned at her.

“Quiet you,” he cooed before leaning closer to her frame, “wanna get out of here?

Her eyes widened in delight as she felt Felix slyly move his needy hands down to the hem of her plaid skirt. A slight clench of his hands that grabbed her bottom made her want to run as fast and far away into privacy with her loving man.

“I thought you’d never ask, love,” grinning like her face had no end, Felix offered his girlfriend his hand as they were about to politely escort themselves out of the way and into the young night.

That was until-

“Oi,” a voice chirped from behind them, causing the couple to swing back as a natural reaction, “and just where do you think you two lovebirds are going?” Oliver entered his way into the picture, something he managed to always do.

“Ollie,” Felix deviously beamed, “I have things to do.”

Felix could be such a smug little asshole.

“More like a special someone to do,” Oliver winked and lifted his cup in Y/N direction, earning an annoyed look of disapproval.

Oliver was just as much as an asshole, but that’s why him and Felix hit it so well.

“Catch you in a bit,” it was more of a statement as opposed to a question, but Oliver knew what the couple was up to.

Oliver knew better than to ever insult Y/N, but the more time Felix included her in things, she developed a strong bond with his pals, but Oliver had slithered his way with getting to know her the most.

He was welcoming, kind and graciously humble, unlike some of the many pricks that marked their way in Oxford, not caring who they belittled or how they did it.

“Whatever you say Mrs. Catton,” she playfully flipped Oliver off as he shook his head with a small chuckle, turning his back away from Y/N and Felix and into the crowd of people.

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“Felix!” Y/N giggled before she fell to the ground, laughing all the way down as she felt long, uncomfortable pieces of grass embrace her body. It was almost a tickling sensation.

“Shhhh,” Felix cupped his hand over her lipstick stained mouth, feeling her warm breath on his palm as it seemed nearly impossible for her to stop herself, “I don’t want to cause a scene my darling.”

With all her might, she moved Felix’s hand away from her face and contently sighed, “oh, but you always do, my love.”

“Feisty now?” He cocked an eyebrow down to where she layed like an angel in the field, waiting for him to avenge her with his sweet love.

“For you, always.”

“Then let’s stop wasting time,” he groaned, feeling his cock twitch at the thought of getting to put it in his sweet girl, tension rising within him to get the job done right, but to also make it lasting and worthwhile.

There was nothing more he loved than making her release herself in waves of pure ecstasy that came with her angelic moans of delight.

Throwing his shirt off somewhere in a small bush behind him, his graceful fingers took absolutely no time in undoing Y/N’s silk, button down and uncuffing her bra.

He was marveled at the sight before him and without any hesitation, he leaned down and began to mark her smooth skin with aggressive kisses that were filled with passion.

Y/N being half naked and about to do it in a forest; it seemed like something from a cheesy movie.

Doing the deed at a house party was cliche and reminded Felix of his past more than he liked to remember and doing it on one of the various campus balconies was adventurous—but a total letdown once it started to rain over Felix and Y/N.

However, now felt like the right time.

“Love,” Y/N gently spoke in between long kisses from Felix, “are you gonna take off my skirt?”

Y/N startled in place as Felix almost ripped off all of her bottoms, fearing he had broke one her favourite skirts he had purchased for her.

Fully naked, Y/N felt an immediate sensation of heat rush over her body and instantly forgot about all the outdoor surroundings as Felix yanked off his belt and threw away his jeans and boxers into mid air.

It was just her, Felix, and all the nights starry glory that was upon them.

“Fuck,” he moaned as he hands fondled her breasts, hard nipples graced the tips of his palms, “you’re beautiful.”

It might’ve been too dark for Felix to see it, but Y/N still managed to blush every time he complimented her—which was practically every heartfelt second they spent together .

“Fel,” she started to beg, “I need you.”

He eagerly placed himself back on top of her, leaving his hard cock to graze the outside of her already soaked cunt. In any regular situation, he would’ve been thrusting with all his might, but tonight he was feeling different.

“Not until you say my name, darling,” he demanded.

“Please daddy.” Y/N squeaked, panting for him to enter himself inside of her.

“That’s my good girl,” he smirked in delight, pushing himself with ease as his rock solid cock glided into Y/N.

“Mmm,” she tried to fight back a moan, but it was no use. She needed him more than ever.

She felt her legs twitch as they melted into bliss as Felix steadily did what he does best; fucking her.

“Baby,” he groaned as he maneuvered himself to grab her soft hair as he dove into her neck for more kisses, “you always get so damn wet for me.”

Y/N moved closer to his frame as his hands tugged her head to his face, his cock continuing to puncture her in all the right ways.

He violated her mouth as his tongue swirled in fast pace with hers, Y/N having to breakaway from his kiss just to catch her breath.

“Oh Felix—daddy,” she bit her lip, feeling himself plunge harder into her as she mistakenly called him by his name, “I want to cum.”

“Not yet darling, let me feel you more.”

Y/N toes curled as he let out a loud groan of pleasure, looking down at her flushed face, he was so proud to call her his girl.

“Mmm sweetheart,” he panted in between breaths, “aren’t you tired of Oxford.”

Oxford? Why the hell was be going on about school during intercourse?

“N-Not really,” she squeaked in response.

“Well baby,” he lingered his way back to her face, planting sloppy kisses as he felt her nails scratch deep into his lean back, “when can I take you out of here and make you my pretty little wife?

Y/N hummed in response, closing her eyes as they relaxed into bliss, “you plan on knocking me up too, yeah?”

Felix couldn’t tell if she was being serious—what is said during sex is not always reality, but just the mild thought of him getting the chance to plant his seed in his beloved made him turn ravenous.

He would do anything for Y/N, but if he could keep her away from any thirsty Oxford boys and make her his wife and potential mother of his children, he’d do it in a heartbeat.

“Jesus,” he croaked, already feeling himself starting to lose his pace due to his cock becoming seconds away from releasing into her. “You have no idea, my baby.”

“Daddy—“ Y/N shouted through the bushes of the forest garden, “come with me.”

And like the perfect scene from a porno film, the couple came in unison, wordlessly twinkling at each other with a strong glimmer of love in each one of their eyes.

Y/N let herself be free and rolled her head back, enjoying the climax of her orgasm, feeling more than satisfied with Felix’s overwhelming stimulation of an erotic performance.

She sighed, “I love you.”

Felix, already trying to find her clothes so she wouldn’t freeze in the cool night. “I’m serious, y’know.”

“About marriage or…”

“All of it, my darling,” he gently patted Y/N’s head of messy hair due to their rough embrace.

“But right now?” Y/N sounded hesitant, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t up for it.

“Whenever,” he sat down to her side, passing her ruffled clothing, before leaning to kiss her gracefully on the cheek. “I’d wait an entire lifetime for you, angel.”

Y/N knew the time wasn’t right, they had their whole lives ahead of them, but then again, she could always stop taking her birth control and see what fate would have in store for them.

Though—for now at least, she felt at ease and more than happy to have another memorable shared night with her lover.

[classiccowboy]

you’re perfect

summary: you try out a tik tok trend on your boyfriend joe.

warnings: none

I walk into the kitchen where Joe is sitting at the counter eating lunch. Unbeknownst to him I’m filming for TikTok.

“Hey baby. What’s up?” He says with a huge grin on his face.

“Nothing I just wanted to tell you about this game.”

“Okay.. What game?” He eyes me, confused.

“Well first I need you to give me a girls name.” I reply nonchalantly.

“A girls name?”

“Yes, we need it for the game.”

“Alright.. well I don’t know a girls name.” He shrugs as he stands to put his dishes in the sink before coming to stand in front of me.

“What? You know plenty of girls names.” I smack his shoulder.

“I feel like this is a setup.”

“Baby.. just give me a name.”

“Fine. How about we just use your name? It’s my favorite anyway.” He grins, leaning down and placing a kiss on top of my head.

“Seriously?”

“Well if you don’t want to use yours we will use my moms.” My heart swells as he says that. I should’ve known this trend wouldn’t work.

“This isn’t fair. How are you so perfect?” I groan out as a turn the camera to where he can see that I’m filming.

“I’m not sure I’m following.” He laughs as he glances over.

“It’s a TikTok trend.”

“So this was a setup? Baby next time you need to try a little harder. I’m not an idiot and I never think of anyone else.” He says pulling me into him and looking straight into the camera, “And all you men out there.. take notes.” He laughs and then gives an awkward thumbs up. I love how adorkable he is.

I play the video back and start cracking up at how irritated I look that he isn’t falling for my tricks.

“You should post that baby. You look beautiful.” Joe says from over my shoulder. When the two of us first started dating we had agreed to keeping things private but not secret. Everyone is well aware that we are a couple but when it comes to social media we don’t share much about each other, so I truly wasn’t expecting him to say that.

“For real?” I question turning to look at him.

“Yes. For real. I love you.” He leans down and captures my lips in a soft kiss before grabbing his gym bag to head to the training facility for the rest of the day.

After much contemplation I finally pull out my phone to film an intro for the video “Hi guys, today we are going to be asking my boyfriend to give me a female name and see how it goes.” I give a slight giggle before ending the recording and editing the two clips together. I type out the caption “You can’t catch ‘em all.” before posting it to my page.

[deliciousangelfestival]

Nothing Has Changed - 7

Summary: Returning home for peace, you're faced with your tormentor, Bucky Barnes, who is now involved in your family's business.

Character: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Words Count: 2,143

Warning: Angst, Tragedy.

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“Well, if he can afford it,” you said, knowing your dad probably didn't realize how much you charged per hour for consulting.

Bucky felt challenged. “I think I can afford it.”

You raised an eyebrow, silently asking, ‘Are you sure?’ Then, you grabbed a pen and started writing numbers on paper.

When you showed it to Bucky and Tom, both of their eyes widened. Tom exclaimed, “That's per hour?”

You nodded, folding your arms.

Bucky glanced at the paper, then back at you. “If it's in New York, this price is understandable. But here… with this price, I could afford two brand-new cars.”

“Take it or leave it,” you said, your expression unyielding. If Bucky truly needed an auditor, he would accept your terms.

“I didn’t say no,” Bucky replied. “Alright. I hope you can start tomorrow. I'm looking forward to working with you, partner.” He extended his hand for a handshake.

You simply said, “Hmm,” and walked past him, leaving his hand hanging in the air.

Bucky maintained his calm demeanor and smiled, that smug smile you always wanted to slap off his face.

It's risky to work with your former tormentor, but after thinking it through, you realize you had just left your previous job and decided to stay with your dad.

But you don’t want your skills to get rusty. Bronze Lodge Hotel seems reasonable enough as a place to work in this small town.

Back then, he drained your mental strength; now you will drain his money.

Bucky tidied up the documents, placing them back into his bag. “I’m so glad I came here. Thank you for your help, Tom,” he said, a hint of satisfaction in his voice.

Tom slowly nodded his head, though he wasn't entirely sure about it. You had offered to help, but at such a high price. He had never seen that many zeros in his life. He felt a bit sorry for Bucky, but also proud of you. It was amazing to him that you had the skills and experience to command such fees and be hired by people in the big city.

Bucky slung his bag over his shoulder and headed toward the door. Before leaving, he looked at you and said, “See you tomorrow. Don’t be late.”

You stood there, arms crossed, watching him leave. “I won’t be,” you replied, a determined look in your eyes.

Bucky gave a small nod, a slight smirk playing on his lips as he exited. Tom watched him go, then turned back to you with a mixture of pride and concern.

“You’ve come a long way,” he said softly, touching your shoulder.

🧮🧮🧮🧮🧮

The next morning, you arrived at the resort in your sports car. All eyes were on you from the moment you left home until you pulled up at the hotel.

You found it amusing. Back then, nobody even bothered to notice you. But now, thanks to this car, you were suddenly worth looking at. It saddened you that money, expensive stuff, and status seemed necessary for respect.

As you walked into the hotel, Natasha was shocked to see you. She left her reception desk and rushed toward you.

“What are you doing here?” she demanded, looking you up and down. Natasha followed fashion trends closely and recognized the luxury of your outfit, even though it didn’t flaunt brand logos. The cost of what you were wearing was more than her salary. She clenched her fists in frustration.

With your high heels, you towered over her. Even before, you were taller than her, but she always had a superior attitude and was surrounded by her group, while you were always alone.

Now, even though you were still alone, you no longer felt small in her presence. You put on a confident smile. This feeling of superiority, of having a life so much better than hers, was intoxicating.

You scratched the saddened part about living in this world. Money, expensive stuff, status—if these three things were enough to make a person like Natasha jealous of you, you would do anything to obtain them.

“Whoops… I could see the tension from far away,” Bucky suddenly appeared and stood between you and Natasha.

“She’s…” Natasha began, but Bucky cut her off.

“Na-ah. Here at the Bronze Lodge, we always give a warm welcome to new employees. Well, she’s temporary, actually. We have a new auditor,” Bucky announced.

Natasha flinched at his words. She grabbed Bucky’s hand and whispered, “Does your mother know?”

Bucky gently pried her hand away. “I’ve texted her. She hasn’t replied yet.” His mother was traveling with her friends, probably with her new boyfriend.

It was his mother’s mistake to hire a lousy accountant, forcing him to manage things himself. His skills in accounting were pretty limited. With your help, he hoped to uncover the true condition of the resort’s finances, even though paying you would cost him an arm and a leg.

“Let’s get ready. We have 20 minutes left before this place opens,” Bucky clapped his hands and then looked at you, tilting his head. “Follow me.”

You followed him, leaving Natasha glaring daggers at your back. Bucky led you to an empty office room filled with disorganized papers and documents. You cringed at the mess.

Rolling up your sleeves, you prepared to start cleaning and organizing. “Leave,” you commanded Bucky, your expression turning serious.

Bucky looked at you, surprised by your sudden change in demeanor. “Alright. I’ll check in on you later,” he said, leaving the room.

You start working, your eyes scanning over rows of numbers, your mind quickly calculating and cross-referencing data from various documents. The first step is organizing the mess left by the previous auditor. You methodically sort through the stacks of papers, categorizing them by month, type, and relevance. Your fingers fly over the keyboard as you input data into a detailed spreadsheet, ensuring every transaction is accounted for.

As the hours pass, you become more absorbed in the patterns emerging from the chaos. You notice repeated anomalies in the records—suspicious transfers, inflated expenses, and missing receipts. You pause occasionally to make notes, your handwriting precise and clear. The further you dig, the more discrepancies you uncover.

You compare the financial statements to bank records, invoices, and internal reports. It's clear that large sums of money are unaccounted for, and there's a distinct pattern of funds being siphoned off over time. Your brow furrows as you pinpoint the telltale signs of money being funneled into untraceable accounts.

Your focus is unbroken, and you don’t realize you’ve been working for nearly 12 hours straight. Your hand doesn’t stop writing, just like at your previous job. You were used to long hours at the company, and so was Ransom. But here, it’s different, especially for Bucky. He’s worried about you.

Just as you finish drafting a report of your findings, you hear a knock on the door. You don’t notice it initially, but Bucky’s voice breaks your concentration. “It’s time to go home.”

Your pen stops moving. Slowly, you lift your head and fix your gaze on him with a cold stare that cuts through the air.

Bucky, sensing something amiss, asks tentatively, "Bad numbers?"

"Worse. Someone's been stealing from you," you reply sharply.

Meanwhile, Natasha glances around nervously on the emergency stairs to ensure no one is watching. She pulls out her phone and makes a call, her voice low and urgent. “We have an uninvited guest,” she whispers, her tone laced with fear and frustration.

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SDV Sebastian x Female Farmer (Yandere)

Chapter 4

Author: Me (kirstoons or Pink_Femonade)

Editor and Queef: @gayrahim

TRIGGER WARNING: NSFW, 18+ content, MDNI, mature and sexual themes

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Summary: There’s no way out at this point. You have no choice but to stay at Sebastian’s house. You’re on edge the entire evening, and things only seem to get worse.

Wednesday went by far too fast even though it felt like your brain was a rickety ship on a turbulent sea. You had been paranoid and looking over your shoulder every few minutes everywhere you went. He must be watching you somehow, right? His messages and their timing… It couldn't be a coincidence.

You haven’t received any more texts since Tuesday evening, but you also hadn’t sent any yourself; to him nor to any of your friends. You were way too terrified of whatever “punishment” he had in mind. My Yoba, what if he’s a serial killer?! While this thought occasionally crossed your mind, it felt impossible to picture this dorky goth boy, whom you had seen as a good friend, as anything close to that. Not to mention, it was pretty logistically impossible considering you live in a small town where everyone knows each other and their business. Plus, the nearest city is a pretty far drive. Sure, he has a motorcycle he could use to get there but that seems impractical for someone committing murder. You remind yourself that, though it’s creepy, stalker-like behavior, his actions have never been violent.

It’s still an hour left before you need to leave, and you find yourself pacing the completed parts of the house. The knots in your stomach tighten with every passing second. You unpack and repack your overnight bag for the third time and switch the pomegranate wine out for the strawberry wine then back to pomegranate. The sound of your text notification nearly makes you leap out of your skin, as you tentatively retrieve your phone from the coffee table.

Sebastian

-Fuck, you’re so cute when you’re nervous. See you soon, princess-

It feels like every hair on your body stands on end as you read the text. The sheer anxiety of it all makes you feel nauseous. You peak out your windows and search every nook and cranny of your home but come up empty handed as usual. Pacing the house and looking over your shoulder isn’t doing you any favors. You might as well head out and try to let the cool autumn air ease your mind. Robin had left your farm earlier than normal this afternoon, excited to have company and also to help Demetrius with some of the cooking. Knowing she’d be there eased your tensions some. Maybe if you stuck near her, Demetrius or Maru, Sebastian wouldn’t be able to pull any of his weird shit. You held onto that little piece of hope as you reluctantly walked to your destination in the mountains.

The trek over did help you relax a bit but became completely undone once you saw the front door. Your stomach was doing backflips as you knocked on the door. Maru’s warm smile greeted you and welcomed you inside, leading you into the kitchen where Robin and Demetri were singing some song from before your time, while doing their cooking. They were horribly off-key but were having so much fun with each other you found it quite endearing.

“And Sebastian thinks I’m the embarrassing one,” Maru playfully remarks. You and her giggle as the couple continues their song, forgetting a few lyrics here and there. Sebastian is nowhere in sight, so it’s safe to say he’s still in his room down in the basement. You secretly hope he stays there all night.

You help Maru set the table, asking her about her recent projects and chatting away about local town happenings, funny job stories, and whatever the latest online trends are. You feel the weight on your shoulders dissipate the more you chat and laugh with the three of them. You see Maru grab the wine glasses and you suddenly remember the pomegranate wine you brought and rush to your bag to fish it out.

Your bag sat near the entry of the front room, where Robin ran her shop. You unzip the largest pocket of your bag, revealing the wine placed atop all your other necessary possessions. You grab it, turning on your heel to head back toward the kitchen, but instead you run face first into the well-toned chest of Sebastian.

You freeze in your tracks with only a few inches between the two of you. You can feel the flushness in your cheeks and your hands start to feel clammy. Slowly, you lift your gaze, struggling to meet his eyes. He stares you down like a hungry wolf who’s been given a succulent rabbit on a silver platter; ready to be devoured. He bites his bottom lip taking in every detail of your face, down to the pores. After he’s taken a minute to soak in your beauty, he lifts his hand and pushes a strand of hair out of your face and behind your ear. His rough, yet gentle touch continues to trace around your face, down your cheek and under your chin, which he then lifts higher, forcing you to make eye contact. He bends slightly forward in an attempt to be more level with you since he likely has a good 8-10 inches on you. This also makes him quite literally loom over top of you which turns you on. Though you hate to admit it.

“You’re such a good girl,” he sighs sweetly. His gray-blue eyes, similar in color to the frozen tears he’s so fond of, stare deeply into yours with so much intensity and devotion. His touch and gaze make your stomach flutter and your private parts tingle. He watches as your pupils dilate and your cheeks turn a deeper shade of red than before. His grin grows, revealing his pearly white teeth, his canines slightly more forward than the rest. You thought it was impossible, but you become even more flustered looking at that gorgeous, captivating face.

He slightly tilts your head to the side, then leans in the opposite direction to chew the shell of your ear and tug at your lobe with his teeth. Goosebumps spread across your shoulders and arm as you struggle to contain the moan desperately trying to escape your lips. You act slightly too late, and a single, airy syllable manages to free itself from your throat. Sebastian’s cock twitches at your involuntary sound. You aggressively bite your lip from embarrassment and to prevent any other instinctive noises from escaping.

“I’m gonna have to reward my perfect girl for being so good.” he whispered directly into your ear, his hot breath brushing against the hairs on the back of your neck. You can feel the moisture forming in your vagina starting to seep into your panties causing you to squirm.

He plants a single, delicate kiss on your cheek as he takes the wine from your hands and heads to join the others in the kitchen. You stand there, still frozen in disbelief. It dawns on you that you’ve been holding your breath the entire exchange and you quickly exhale, taking a few deep breaths to normalize your breathing.

Your legs feel like jello as you half-stumble back to the kitchen trying to conceal any lingering evidence of your previous encounter. Thankfully, everyone is excitedly pouring and drinking the wine you brought, allowing your lack of composure to fall under the radar. Except, of course, for Sebastian, who you feel undressing you with his eyes while he peers over the wine glass, taking a deep sip.

Once you meet his gaze, he tilts his head all the way back, chugging down the rest of the glass. You watch as the adam’s apple on his gorgeous, long neck bob with each swallow. A deep red drop of wine dribbles from the corner of his mouth, down his jaw, slipping down the contoured muscles of his neck until it nests itself atop his collarbone. You inadvertently lick your bottom lip before biting down again, trying to keep yourself from dampening your undies any more than you already have.

Sebastian picks up a second empty glass with the same hand and fills both of them with wine. Everyone begins taking their seats around the table and you follow suit. Before you have a chance to grab the seat next to Maru, Sebastian places both glasses on the opposite side of the table with the other two empty seats. He gives you a victorious smirk then nods to the seat he wishes you to take. While it seemed nonchalant to any onlookers, his eyes told you this wasn’t optional. You stiffly take the seat he inclined to you as he proceeds to sit to your left. You reach for your wine, realizing that he had given you the glass he had drank from previously. You pretend not to notice and take the glass anyway, drawing in a large swig to ease your nerves. Under the table, he gives your thigh a few approving pats, followed by a seductive squeeze. You keep your eyes down trying to listen to the conversation being shared, but it just comes across as a dull roar in your ears. You meekly smile and nod along with whatever is being said trying to regain your focus but can’t quite seem to straighten out your thoughts.

A plate loaded with delicious looking food is placed with a small clunk in front of you, causing you to finally snap out of your daze. You didn’t even realize how empty your stomach was till just now, especially since you have only nibbled on a few things earlier in the day, struggling to fight your anxious nausea. As everyone digs into the delicious meal, you begin to rejoin the conversation with the same enthusiasm as earlier. Despite being right next to him, Sebastian seems to be behaving much more normal. He’s acting like his typical self, looking bored and annoyed at having to participate. You know not to let your guard down, but it was relieving to see his usual personality again.

The rest of dinner went smoothly, and Robin and Sebastian collected everyone’s dirty dishes to take them to the sink. You continued your conversation with Demetrius and Maru, which was quickly turning into a friendly debate about some science theory you didn’t totally understand. Out of the corner of your eye you see Sebastian turned to you with a plate in hand, quickly realizing it’s your dirty plate. He runs his index and middle finger in a slow circle around the surface of the plate before inserting them into his mouth, sensually sucking on the two fingers. He does this while giving you bedroom eyes that crave you deeply. Everyone is so caught up in their own activities that they don’t notice Sebastian’s finger-fucking show. You can’t tear your eyes away as his tongue forcefully separates the two fingers, then retreats, only to penetrate again and again. The saliva on his fingers builds, creating a sloppy wet mess that leaks down the back of his hand. You find yourself wishing he was using that tongue on your currently creamy pussy. You were definitely going to need a shower and a clean pair of panties sooner rather than later. He pulls his fingers from his mouth creating a saliva string between them. He then shows off his messy fingers to you in a scissoring gesture, displaying the thick, wet fluid’s stickiness. You wanted to know what those long, slim fingers felt like inside of you. You couldn’t help but wiggle in your seat just thinking about how good Sebastian would finger your holes. You snap back to your senses and quickly turn back to Maru and Demetri’s exchange. Sebastian also turns back the sink, dunking the filthy plate and his filthier hands in the warm, soapy water. He continues to wash the dishes, as if the last few minutes never happened.

Never in your wildest imagination did you picture tonight going the way it is. You feel embarrassed by how wet he’s made you and the lingering mess in your panties. You do your best to ignore it, at least till you have a chance to freshen up, but your gut tells you this night is nowhere near over. You try your best to mentally prepare yourself for whatever comes to you next, knowing that Sebastian has only just begun.

[another-lost-mc]

Second Chances

Even though you're dating his brother, Leviathan struggles with his feelings for you. He doesn't realize you feel the same way.

LEVIATHAN x f!Reader x MAMMON 5.4k Words | NSFW | Threesome | Levi-centric | Fluff and Smut, First Time Content Warnings: Threesome scenario (there is no sexual/romantic touching between Levi and Mammon); vaginal fingering; consensual voyeurism; oral sex (male and female receiving); PIV sex [ Obey Me! Masterlist ]

Levi launched the DevilTube app while he waited for you to finish in the shower. Mammon was going through a duffel bag on his bed a few feet away, mumbling something about this part of the Devildom being too damn cold. The demon brothers had parted ways after dinner and everyone else retired to their rooms for an early night’s rest.

Choosing room assignments for this holiday vacation had been surprisingly peaceful. Mammon and Levi paired off first to the last empty room at the end of the hall. You claimed the single room next to theirs; Lucifer always booked a separate room for you on trips like this even if you rarely used it. Asmo dragged Satan by the arm to the room next to yours, and Belphie yawned on his way towards the room he shared with his twin across the hall. Beel had already disappeared to get some snacks.

When you came to their room earlier, you were carrying a large shopping bag. Levi squawked in embarrassment when you dumped the so-called gifts on his bed: two sets of pajamas and housecoats, one each for him and Mammon. You explained that matching family pajamas were a popular trend in the human world and that you already delivered sets to the rest of his brothers. His face burned bright red and he declared that he wasn’t going to subject himself to ridiculous normie customs. Mammon slapped the back of his head and told him to embrace the spirit of the holidays for once. Levi rubbed his head and sighed dramatically, picking up the t-shirt and scrunching his nose at the red and green plaid pattern. 

Levi looked up from his D.D.D. when he heard the bathroom door swing open. You wore a bright red plaid nightgown that fell just above your knees. The hem rode up your thighs slightly as you sat beside Levi on his bed and got comfortable.

“What are we going to watch again?” you asked. 

Levi’s head snapped back to the screen. “The Magical Ruri-Hana: Demon Girl Christmas Spectacular livestream - it just started.” Azuki-tan was dancing across the screen wearing a Santa hat. Levi mentioned it earlier that day, and when you seemed interested in watching it too, he didn’t hesitate to invite you over so you could watch the broadcast together.

You grinned and snuggled closer to his side as you watched different characters from the show parade on-screen in festive outfits. “It looks amazing!”

Levi was ready to launch into some of the critical analysis he was already planning to post online later, but the excited twinkle in your eyes caused the words to die in his throat. He nodded in agreement instead. He draped a pillow across his lap and propped up his D.D.D. so both of you could watch the show.

After a few minutes, Levi felt you squirming next to him. He nudged your shoulder with his and made a questioning noise, glancing between you and the screen.

“Sorry, I’m a little chilly,” you mumbled, rubbing your arms. You were both sitting on top of his comforter against the headboard. He guessed your flimsy nightgown was made of the same thin cotton material as his own pajamas. 

He set his D.D.D. down and moved the pillow aside. He slipped off the edge of the bed. “Here, move for a sec,“ he suggested, tugging at the sheets. He fixed the pillow and D.D.D. after you were both settled back in bed with the sheets pulled over your laps. You cuddled into his side again and turned your attention back to the show.

Levi winced when you pinched his arm to his side uncomfortably. He lifted his arm out from under you and draped it across your shoulder. You took it as an invitation to move even closer into him, resting your head against his shoulder and your hand against his chest.

Levi glanced nervously towards Mammon’s bed. His brother was facing both of you, his back against the wall, legs stretched out and crossed at his ankles in front of him. He was wearing the same sleep pants as Levi, but he was shirtless underneath the housecoat tied loosely around his waist. He had this month’s issue of Grimm Monthly in his lap and he flipped through the pages quietly while he read.

You were transfixed by the medley of holiday dances flashing on the screen, but Levi’s mind wandered elsewhere. Your soft laughter tickled his throat with puffs of warm air; your fingers were tracing small, lazy patterns on his chest where your hand was resting; he could feel where your breasts pressed into his side; and he could tell that damn nightgown of yours had ridden up even higher when you threw your leg over his, your naked thigh resting on his knee. Levi’s cock was hard and twitching underneath the pillow on his lap. He stopped paying attention to the show, too distracted by the urge to rut his hips upward in search of friction. He had to take deep breaths to keep himself from panting.

He heard the sound of clothes rustling from the other bed. Levi’s eyes darted towards the noise, and he froze when he caught his brother’s gaze. Mammon, who had tossed his magazine aside Heaven knows how long ago, was staring at him with dark, knowing eyes.

Levi started to panic like an animal caught in a trap. He knew you and Mammon were together. There was no way he could talk himself out of this. He should’ve sent you the link to watch the livestream from your own room. Why did he let you cuddle against him with your soft skin and damp hair that smelled like floral shampoo? He hated how weak he was. Deep down he knew you were off-limits but he still wanted you anyway he could have you, and when the opportunity presented itself he just couldn’t resist—

“Levi?”

He jumped when you said his name. He tore his gaze away from Mammon and looked at you with wide eyes.

You nodded your head towards his D.D.D. where the screen had gone black. “The show is over.”

He swiped it off the pillow quickly and started pulling up random social media apps, trying to find an excuse to get you to leave as soon as possible. “I’m going to be up for a while posting my reaction on my blog and some other forums. Maybe we can talk about it tomorrow.” He rolled over onto his side so you couldn't see his face. He scrolled through his Devilgram feed and tried to ignore you.

“Are you alright?” you asked. You sat up and he could feel you staring at his back. He could picture that worried look on your face; you were always looking out for him, even when he didn’t deserve it.

“Yeah, I’m totally fine! Otakus don’t worry about things like eating or sleeping. You’re pretty fragile even by normie standards, so you should go to bed.” Levi cringed at how much that sounded like a strained plea rather than a thoughtful suggestion.

“I guess so,” you said slowly. You shifted towards the edge of the bed but then you stopped. “What if I want to stay?”

Levi frowned at his phone, refusing to look over, scared to reveal the emotions he wouldn’t be able to hide if you could see him properly. “What kind of a question is that?!” He sputtered. “No, I mean, of course not - you should go to bed, and…and…”

His voice trailed off when Mammon sighed loudly. He heard the bounce of mattress springs nearby, the soft shuffling of bare feeling crossing the carpeted floor.

Oh, no. Levi shut his eyes and braced himself for punishment.

“Babe, I don’t think the subtle approach is going to work.”

Levi’s eyes flew open and he turned his head, watching Mammon rub your shoulders affectionately. You and Mammon seemed to be having a silent conversation.

“What are you talking about?” Levi rolled back over to look at you both properly, making sure to keep the pillow on his lap. When he glanced between the two of you, it felt like he was missing an important piece of a very obvious puzzle.

Mammon ignored him. “I told you, you need to do it like they do in those - what’re they called again?”

“Dating sims?” you offered.

Mammon clapped his hands. “That’s right, like they do in those datin’ games of his. Flirty pick-up lines, grand gestures - he’d pick up on those in an instant.” He laughed while you dropped your head in your hands and shook your head.

“Can someone please tell me what the hell is going on?” Levi asked. He didn’t mean to yell; you jumped beside him at the sound of his voice. It was sharper now, embarrassment and confusion swirling like a deadly mixture inside him.

“I’m sorry,” you said quickly, waving your hands between the two of you vaguely, “when you invited me over tonight I thought we could - I mean, I wanted to -“

Mammon tsked under his breath. “Treasure wanted to invite you to join us in bed tonight,” he said simply, like it explained everything that was happening right now.

It didn’t.

“Mammon!” you scolded him half-heartedly, a pink blush rising in your cheeks and the tips of your ears.

Levi’s anger simmered when the pieces finally started to put themselves together. 

“When you say join you in bed, you mean…for more than sleeping?” Levi felt his cock twitch with renewed interest, but he had to be absolutely sure he was understanding this correctly. 

Your eyes looked away from him while your face still burned in embarrassment. “Yeah, but only if you want to.” You looked down at your hands in your lap. “Sometimes it’s hard to tell if you’re interested in being with me like that.”

Mammon leaned down and brushed his lips against your forehead. “Babe, he’s been stiff under that pillow since you got cozy with him earlier.”

Levi couldn’t deny it when you shot him the most surprised, hopeful look. The anger and confusion from earlier melted away. He was starting to feel a little hopeful now too, like this was his chance to have you the way he always wanted. Levi felt his face heat up but he jerked his head, nodding his confirmation. 

“See? Told ya he wanted you as much as I do,” Mammon said. “Well, almost as much.”

Levi looked between the two of you. “So, how exactly does this work? I mean, no offense, but I’m not really interested in…you know…” he trailed off, jerking a thumb towards his brother.

“Oi! You still gotta show your older brother some respect!” Mammon yelled while you tried and failed to stifle a giggle behind your hand.

Levi gestured wildly in Mammon’s direction. “If you were the love interest in a dating sim, I wouldn’t want to play it!” he yelled back.

You shushed both of them, trying not to let the evening be completely derailed by their antics. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. If you get uncomfortable or want to stop, we can stop.”

“Treasure’s gonna be the only one touchin’ you,” Mammon clarified for Levi’s sake. “Hell knows I don't want to,” he mumbled loudly enough for Levi to hear.

“What are you going to be doing then?” Levi asked Mammon with a confused tilt of his head.

“While she’s got her hands full touchin’ you, I’m gonna have my hands full touchin’ her. And you’re lucky enough to get to watch.”

Levi watched while you raised yourself onto your knees and scooted closer to him. When he tossed aside the pillow hiding his straining cock from view, he knelt in front of you and felt gratified when you looked him over with obvious interest. You faced each other in silent anticipation. You moved first, leaning forward and placing a soft, tentative kiss against his lips, one hand resting gently against his chest and the other cupping his cheek. He slid one of his hands into your hair, tilting your head and slotting your lips more deeply against his. Your tongue brushed against his and Levi groaned. He cradled your neck while he wrapped his other arm around you, pulling you closer to him. You gasped into the kiss when you felt the hard warmth of his cock against your belly. You squirmed in his hold. He realized what you wanted and guided you down to the bed, laying beside you with one of his legs between yours.

Levi drew one of his hands down your body overtop of the nightgown you were still wearing. He cupped your breast and brushed his thumb over your nipple. He felt it harden underneath the thin fabric. He pinched your nipple gently, teasing the small bud between his fingertips. When you broke the kiss with a needy moan, he moved his head down and kissed your nipple through your nightgown, swirling his tongue before closing his lips and tightening them with a suck. You arched your back into his mouth, desperate whimpers falling from your lips as he continued his ministrations.

You reached for his hand and he paused. The question he was about to ask died on his lips when he raised his head to look into your face; he stared at your kiss-swollen lips, a deep flush dusting your cheeks, and your eyes were molten with desire. He wouldn’t be able to resist anything you asked of him in this moment, not when you looked at him like he was something you craved so badly.

You spread your legs and guided his hand over your belly and between your thighs. You moved your hand away as he explored you through your panties, feeling the heat from your skin and the dampness that was starting to coat his fingers. After a few moments he sat up and grasped the waistband of your panties and tugged gently, urging you to lift your hips so he could slide them off you and down your legs. When he laid back down beside you, his hand returned to the soft skin between your thighs. He groaned loudly when he felt the wetness that had spread into your folds. He dipped a fingertip gently into your entrance and you gasped. He started running his finger up and down the edge of you, rubbing at your clit with slow, teasing circles.

Levi continued his gentle exploration and leaned over to kiss your panting mouth. “Show me what you like.”

You reached down and covered his larger hand with your own, slipping your fingers between his. You rubbed your finger against your clit and let him feel how fast you liked it, where you liked to put the tiniest bit more pressure. After a few more moments, you raised your fingers to him; he opened his mouth and licked away the glistening arousal that coated them. You let your hand fall away, holding onto his shirt and digging your fingers into his back while he copied your movements. He was a quick learner.

Levi could tell you were close. You were moaning more frequently now, loud and unashamed, and he felt your hips move in sync with his hand to encourage his touch where you wanted it most. Your thighs were trembling against him. He felt your entire body tense like a spring, and when you finally came, you cried out with your head buried against his chest. He teased your body through the aftershocks until you closed your legs and forced his hand to stop moving. You were trying to catch your breath while soft whines escaped your lips.

He smoothed his hands through your hair and held you close. When you raised your head, he nuzzled his nose against yours and pressed soft kisses against your mouth. You sighed as you came down from your release and basked in his affections. He was slowly grinding his hips into your side and you felt his cock, hard and heavy, between your bodies.

You raised yourself to your knees and sat back on your heels, looking at Levi with so much emotion that he found it hard to breathe. You reached for the hem of your nightgown and hesitated only for a moment before raising it up and over your head. You felt nervous and more exposed as you watched his eyes roam over your naked skin. You looked down nervously, resisting the urge to cover yourself with the nightgown you had clenched in your lap.

Levi followed you, sitting back on his hands while he watched you bare yourself to him. It was impossible not to stare at the way his pact mark seemed to glow against your skin. He felt something in him break when you looked away with so much uncertainty. Did you really think he would reject you? You were perfect.

He didn’t realize he said those words out loud until your hands flew to your burning red cheeks and smiled, sneaking bashful glances at him from beneath your lashes. 

“I mean it,” he implored, hoping if you trusted nothing else, that you believed him now.

“I know,” you said happily.

Levi glanced behind you. Mammon was sitting quietly in an armchair near the foot of the bed. He discarded his housecoat at some point and was bare-chested now, his sleep pants riding low on his hips. Levi could see Mammon’s cock was in the same state as his; he was palming his erection while his eyes roamed up and down your naked backside.

Mammon rose from his seat, kneeling on the edge of the bed behind you and tilting your head so he could run his lips along your neck.

“See, Treasure?” he asked between kisses. “Told ya he wanted you.” He scraped his teeth against your ear lobe. 

You moaned and nodded, leaning back against him and resting your hands on his thighs. He reached across your belly and ran his hands slowly up to your breasts, cupping them and tweaking the nipples gently between his fingertips. You arched your back against him. 

“Mammon, please-” you breathed. 

He moved one of his hands between your legs. “We’ve got you, don’t we?” Mammon glanced at Levi over your shoulder.

Levi’s mouth was dry watching Mammon tease at your clit with his thick fingers. He nodded. “Whatever you want,” he promised hoarsely.

Mammon slipped two fingers inside and held you still when you bucked in his grasp. He moaned loudly when he felt how wet you were. 

“Tell us what you want, babe,” he said as he thrust his fingers inside of you lazily.

“I want-” you whined, panting when you felt Mammon’s greedy fingers searching for that spot inside you that made you squirm. “I want you to touch me while I go down on him.”

Their reactions were instant.

“Oh, fuck,” Levi said with a sharp exhale, lifting his hips and sliding his pants off hurriedly so he could free his aching cock.

“Fuckin’ hell,” Mammon groaned into your hair. He thrust his fingers inside you a couple more times, faster and rougher, before withdrawing his hand from between your thighs and sucking his fingers clean.

You braced your hands on your knees while you adjusted to the sudden loss of Mammon’s fingers stretching you open. You watched Levi undress and couldn’t help but glance appreciatively at his cock; it was impressively long but not too thick. The desire in your expression must have mirrored his own because you looked at each other for a moment like time had stopped; when the moment ended, you started crawling towards him.

Levi shoved a pillow behind him and laid back in a low recline, legs spread wide to make room for you. You put your hands on his calves and trailed your hands up and over his knees as you gently pushed them farther apart. He moaned as you left a trail of kisses up his thigh, your lips sucking marks into his skin as you inched closer to where his cock was twitching.

You met Levi’s eyes when you wrapped one of your hands around the base of his cock, drawing it away from where it was laying across his belly and bringing it closer to your mouth. You licked up the shaft, tracing a vein and following the curve of his cock with your tongue. You lapped up a drop of precum beading at the tip. You wrapped your lips around the head of his cock and sucked.

Levi’s hands shot into your hair when you started bobbing your head. You set a slow, easy rhythm, licking the shaft and flicking your tongue over the tip while your lips tightened into a sweet vice. You used your hand to stroke the length of his cock that you couldn’t fit in your mouth. 

Levi was moaning your name between bitten-off curses and incoherent praises. His hips jerked further into your mouth when a particularly hard suck left him gasping. He heard you sputter quietly, but when he tried to pull away, you took him even deeper into your mouth and hummed. The hand near his hip urged him to thrust again and he moaned when he felt you swallow around his cock.

Levi dazedly looked past you where he caught glimpses of Mammon positioning himself behind you. Your hips were raised high in the air while your front was bent low as you lavished Levi’s cock with attention. Mammon gripped your hips and pulled your body to him and then his face dove between your thighs.

Your mouth opened with a loud moan and Levi’s cock slipped out between your lips. You stroked his shaft and peppered kisses around the base of his cock and the skin of his hips and belly while Mammon’s greedy tongue lapped at your folds, sucking your clit and teasing your entrance. The vibrations against your clit sent jolts of pleasure that made your hands tremble and toes curl. Mammon’s hands were on your hips, the tops of your thighs, the soft mounds of your ass. He squeezed and kneaded your skin as he encouraged you to rock back against his face. You sucked Levi’s cock back into your mouth while your body swayed between them.

Levi closed his eyes and tried thinking unsexy thoughts that would help ward off the orgasm he could feel building inside him, quicker and with more urgency each time your lips slid up and down his shaft. It was a futile endeavor. You were moaning around his cock while Mammon pleasured you with his mouth, and Levi could hear Mammon’s muffled moans too;  he had slid his sleep pants down to his thighs and was jerking himself off while he ate you out. It became a feedback loop of giving and taking pleasure, the sounds each of you made growing louder and more whiny, more desperate.

It was a matter of time before one of you fell victim to the pleasurable onslaught. You came first, crying against Levi’s hip while Mammon continued to work you with his mouth, wringing the last dregs of pleasure from your body until you couldn’t take anymore. Mammon’s release came next; while you twitched from sensitivity, he pulled back and raised himself onto his knees. He fucked his fist, grunting your name as he came, his cum shooting out onto your ass, the backs of your thighs, and your cunt. He watched the sticky fluid drip from your skin with smug satisfaction.

You and Mammon were both taking a moment to recover, and Levi used the brief respite to find his bearings. He hadn’t come yet and he felt overwhelmed with need. You were panting, head resting against his belly, and he knew you’d suck his cock back into your mouth if that’s what he wanted.

“Wait, wait,” he said gently as he felt you move back towards his cock. He had one hand in your hair and the other was caressing the side of your face. Your eyes glanced up to meet his. You hummed in acknowledgement, massaging the jut of his hip bone with your fingers. Near the foot of the bed, Mammon had gotten a towel and was cleaning his mess off your skin.

Levi gulped and looked away. “I w-want to come inside you,” he said nervously. It sounded like a whine to his own ears and he flinched with embarrassment.

He faced you again when you sat up between his legs. Your lips curled into a satisfied smile. Behind you, Mammon had returned to the armchair with an unreadable expression on his face; when he met Levi’s gaze, he hesitated only for a moment before he nodded.

You shuffled over Levi’s legs and straddled his hips. You braced yourself against his chest and leaned down to kiss him. The desire that subsided earlier returned tenfold when your mouths exchanged wet, heated kisses.

Levi could taste his own salty musk as he licked into your mouth. He moaned against your lips, rocking his hips up against yours, feeling the slick arousal of your cunt when he rubbed his cock against your folds. You reached between your bodies, holding his cock steady while you guided him inside you.

You both groaned as his cock slid inside with one smooth stroke and Levi threw his head back against the pillow. His cock was twitching inside your cunt, the wet heat of your walls squeezed him like some delicious torture, and your soft whimpers echoed in his ears as you lowered yourself even more, slotting into place like you were made to be filled by him. 

Your movements were slow and exploratory at first. You lifted your hips and slid back down, letting the drag of his cock tease the sensitive places inside you. You rocked against him and  whimpered when the grind of your bodies teased your clit. Levi’s hands on your hips held you steady so you could increase the pace as you rode him. You both gasped when you started moving in sync with each other, his hips driving up as your hips slid down to meet his thrusts.

Your bodies were slick with sweat and your legs were trembling. You leaned over and braced yourself on your hands, letting your breasts bounce between your bodies and against his chest. You lowered your face to his, kissing his neck and his jaw, nuzzling against his shoulder and whispering sweet praises into his skin.

“I’ve wanted to feel you like this for so long,” you breathed loud enough for him to hear. 

He moaned and nodded against the pillow. “Me too,” he panted, eyes burning as your confession broke open the secret parts of himself he tried to hide from you. His hands dug into your skin where he was holding you close. “I’m not gonna last, it feels-“ he cut off with a whine. “You feel so good.”

“I want you so badly” you begged, moaning into his neck. 

Levi growled and bent his knees, using the mattress for leverage  as he started driving into you harder and faster than before. He was guiding your body up and down his cock with ease. You were clinging to him, holding his shoulders while he pounded into you with frenzied desperation.

Your body was overstimulated and your nerves ablaze from the relentless glide of his cock filling you to the brim. You knew you couldn’t come again so soon, and you were exhausted, but Levi’s cock kept rubbing against that spot deep in you that made you breathless. 

When he finally came, he grunted your name against your ear while the rhythm of his hips stuttered and then finally stopped when he felt milked dry. He loosened his hold and you pulled away, lifting off his softening cock with a whimper. You could feel his cum trickle down the insides of your thighs. You collapsed on the bed beside him.

Levi blinked rapidly at the ceiling, sweat and tears burning his eyes. He couldn’t let himself fall apart now; he needed to take care of you first. You were laying on your front, head turned away from him while your body shook with a slight tremor. Before Levi could move, Mammon had already stepped in, sitting on the edge of the bed at your side. He stroked your back while you murmured quietly to each other. When you rolled off the bed and stood on unsteady legs, Mammon held you against him while you found your balance. He helped you pick up your discarded nightgown and he watched you disappear into the bathroom.

When Mammon checked on Levi next, he was laying flat on his back, one of his arms flung over his eyes. He was taking deep, shuddering breaths. Mammon reached over and squeezed his shoulder.

“Alright there, Levi?”

“Yeah,” Levi replied thickly, “m’fine. Just need a minute.” He sniffled. “It’s been a while, that’s all.”

Mammon kept his hand on Levi’s shoulder, squeezing every now as he calmed down. Levi sat up after a few minutes. If his eyes were a bit red, neither of them mentioned it. They sat side by side on the bed and Levi slumped over, letting his older brother support his weight. They both stared at the bathroom door. They could hear the water running.

Levi broke the silence. “Do you two…have you done this before? W-with the others, I mean.” 

Mammon smirked at the undercurrent of jealousy in Levi’s tone. “Nah, Treasure said she only has those feelings for you.” Mammon paused. “And I’m not sure I wanna share her like this with anyone else even if she did.”

Levi looked at his brother. “What do you mean?” He knew his other brothers adored her. He also knew at least two of them that would’ve given anything to take his place in her bed tonight, given the opportunity.

Mammon seemed to consider his answer for a moment. “Greed and envy aren’t all that different,” he said. “We’re more alike than you think. She loves you, and I can trust you. This doesn’t have to be a one-time deal. We can figure it out - the two of us being with her - if it’s something you want.”

Levi swallowed around the lump in his throat. “Yeah, I think I do.” 

Mammon clapped his shoulder. “We’ll talk about it when we get home and see what happens. Now, get up and help me change these sheets, will ya?”

You waited until you heard Mammon’s soft knock on the door to let you know he and Levi were finished with their little chat. You’re not sure what they talked about, but they both seemed content when you rejoined them. Levi was smoothing fresh sheets on his bed. Mammon had some bottles of water in the crook of his elbow, and he placed two of them on the bedside table. He handed you a granola bar; when he offered one to his brother, Levi shook his head. Mammon shrugged and pressed a kiss to your brow.

“Alright lovebirds, time for bed.” Mammon announced. He lifted the blankets so you could slide underneath. Levi rolled his eyes but cuddled into the sheets next to you without hesitation.

“What about you?” you asked. It would be a tight squeeze but Mammon could fit in the bed too. Maybe.

Mammon waved a hand in Levi’s direction. “You’re better at takin’ care of otakus than I am.” He leaned down and kissed your lips. “Love ya, babe.” He climbed into his bed and turned off the lamp, hiding a small smile as he laid down and rolled over. It only took a minute before he started snoring. 

“Is he going to be okay?” you asked quietly.

“I think he wants us to have this tonight.” Levi wrapped his arms around you. 

You exchanged hushed whispers and soft touches while Levi held you close. It wasn’t long before you dozed off first, and he grew sleepy in your warm embrace. When he fell asleep, Levi dreamt of sweet kisses and second chances.

[transgenderteensurvivalguide]

do you have any tips for subtly looking more masculine? I can’t fully transition now because I’m a minor in a confirmed to be transphobic household, and if you have any suggestions that would be amazing

Lee says:

You can try starting slowly incorporating more masculine-styled women's clothing into your wardrobe. This is usually a gradual process anyway since it can take time to save up enough money to purchase enough new shirts/pants/shoes etc. to fully replace your current wardrobe, especially if you're working part-time as a babysitter, dog-walker, etc.

Clothes that are more structured or straight-cut, like button-down shirts or straight-leg pants, can help create a more traditionally masculine silhouette. Layering with hoodies or jackets can also be effective. You can sometimes find these things styled as "boyfriend" clothes, and you can tell your parents that it's the current trend/style. You can see our post on finding masculine clothing in the women's section here.

Another easy change is dropping the accessories. That means not wearing feminine necklaces/earrings/bracelets/hairbands, not painting your nails, etc. It's easy to say you want to keep things basic and sporty and that's why you're going without the accessories. Wearing a neutral watch or a smart watch is another accessory to consider instead of a thin-strapped "women's watch" if you wear watches at all that is.

You can see our post on purse alternatives here since bags are often the biggest practical change in the accessory category. Not carrying a purse when you hang out with your friends in the mall, go out on a trip, etc is obviously a high-impact change to make.

If possible, choose a haircut that's more typically masculine. Shorter haircuts, or styles that are longer on the top and shorter on the sides, can subtly change your appearance. If you use a female reference for your photo when you show your parents what you want they may not suspect anything. You can see our post on convincing your parents to let you get a haircut without coming out here.

If a haircut isn’t possible, consider styles like pulling your hair back in a low bun or wearing hats. If you're Black, cornrows, box braids, and locs are styles that can be gender neutral depending on how you wear them. There's a few links on that here.

There are also things you can do to come across as subtly more masculine without buying anything at all.

Sometimes, adopting a more traditionally masculine posture and body language can make a difference. This doesn't usually have a big impact on passing, but it can help you feel better about yourself and boost your self-confidence and reduce dysphoria, and it's something that your family may not notice because it's easy to alter when you're with them. You can see a post about masculine body language here.

Similarly, you can try voice training and practice speaking in a slightly lower tone or in a more monotone style, which is often perceived as more masculine. Be careful not to strain your voice, though, and maybe avoid doing it while you're with your family. You can see a post about voice training here.

Engaging in exercises that build upper body strength can also help in achieving a more masculine physique. Focus on workouts that target the shoulders, back, and arms. You can often do body weight workouts at home in your room without needing a gym membership or specialized exercise equipment.

Find a support system, whether it's friends, online communities, or a counselor/therapist, who understand and support your gender identity. This can provide a safe space to express yourself and explore your identity. It can help to have other friends who are also masculine to feel like you're not isolated.

Observing and adopting some masculine behavioral cues, like how men typically occupy space or interact in social settings, can also be a subtle way to express masculinity, but you want to be careful that you're not imitating toxic masculinity / obnoxious guys. Similarly, engaging in hobbies or interests that are stereotypically masculine can be a subtle way to align with male peers, but always choose activities that genuinely interest you and you can probably find other guys out there who are also interested in the things you already care about to be friends.

The above suggestions are all things that you can do without your parents necessarily noticing. Binding is something that may not be subtle depending on your chest size, so while it is possible to sometimes bind in front of family without them noticing (saying it's a sports bra, for example) I would recommend keeping your binder in your backpack and only changing into it at school in the bathroom / at a friend's house / in a public bathroom when you're out with friends but not family, etc. unless you really are wearing only a single well-fitting sports bra. You can see more about buying a binder and that whole process in this post.

It's harder to be seen as masculine or male when you're pre-medical transition and not passing which means people often have to "overcompensate" by being more masculine than they would otherwise choose to be, but as always, I'd like to note that it can be possible to pass as male / be masculine while doing any of the things I recommended changing!

So while I might advise someone who wants to come off as more masculine "don't paint your nails" for example, that is a general rule and doesn't mean that you have to follow those guidelines if you're really passionate about painting your nails. You can always choose whatever gender expression you're comfortable with. There are plenty of guys who wear nail polish and otherwise come across as masculine or who are recognized as men. It's important to remember that masculinity is diverse and there's no one right way to be masculine.

Followers, any other tips on performing subtle masculinity that won't make transphobic parents suspicious?

[in-silks-and-flesh-and-leather]

[wedding at the museum] i

Intro

Summary: Mills is tasked with carrying out an Exhibition – a hit – on the Museum’s behalf before his day is complicated by the arrival of a new prospective recruit. In the midst of blood, gore, corpses, and plane crashes, his attention is firmly set on the young woman giving him the cold shoulder.

A/N: I didn’t want to shoehorn in references to the time period, but the story begins in the early 90s and stretches for about a decade, from the time RC is recruited into the Museum to the time of ruined wedding. Just because that’s my favorite era for camp, technology and action.

CW: murder, death, gallows humor, alcohol, injury, manipulation, general flippancy and shithead behavior, a grown man going positively gaga – all my favorite things :)

WC: ~5k

*

Leaning on his elbow, Mill’s long body rested against the bar as he swirled the remains of his cognac in a glass. The airport was a roiling mass of excited vacationers, grinning as they pulled along their luggage, zipping past stern faced men and women in suits catching short flights and striding towards their gates with determined focus and no excess of cheer. The change in Mills’  plans for the day gave him an opportunity to relax and people watch just for the pleasure of it, something he seldom got to do these days.

Peering over the rim of his sunglasses, he waited for his secondary target to appear. She was placed as equally important on his roster for the day, but he personally prioritized the hits on the men currently milling around the airport, set to converge on his flight, over the babysitting gig he was saddled with.

Since Provenance took such exceedingly great care in selecting both targets and prospective operatives, Mills didn’t see why they shouldn’t take care of their travel arrangements as well, and not dump them on him in the middle of an Exhibition, as if he was some taxi service. Granted, it was the first time he was ever asked to diverge so drastically from the carefully planned Exhibition, but wary as he was, his immediate concern was for occurrences like these to become a trend. Vaguely, he wondered if he should be proud that the Board of Directors at the Museum decided he was capable enough to wrangle in a prospective operative and carry out his Exhibition at the same time.

He recognized her easily from the photos provided. She had a conspicuous irreverence about her that would have caught his eye even without having to look out for her. Blowing a pink bubble with her chewing gum, she stopped to take a look at the large clock hanging from the ceiling. Dressed in sturdy boots and plain jeans, torn at the knees in a way that didn’t make it altogether clear if that was a fashion choice or just a tattered piece of clothing, and an oversized flannel, she hoisted her backpack higher and continued on her way. He didn’t need to have read the short file on her to know that all her worldly possessions were in that small backpack, or at least the ones she considered of import. Mills had sported a not dissimilar look and bag one day, in another life, as he too was walking into the unknown. He had an odd, queasy feeling watching the girl, knowing she was more than likely to step off a precipice before the day was done, the same one that he was currently on the bottom of.

For a brief moment, he considered what type of female operative archetype she was supposed to fit into at the Museum. The bombshell? He couldn’t see enough of her figure to say so, but her attitude was evident and it certainly did not exude coy sex kitten. More likely to serve a purpose as a dominatrix for the discerning arms dealer/pervert than anything else. Perhaps her talents were of the less obvious sort, and she was brought in to train up and become part of Restorations – god knows good medics were always needed at the Museum - or even Provenance, if her mind and instincts about people were keen enough.

Mills pushed off the counter and walked in her direction with long, confident strides. He kept at a safe distance, strategically staying outside her eyeline, ducking behind pillars and corners as needed, riding the escalator she was not on, and looking for an opening.

*

One hand shoved in his jeans pocket, the other holding his brown leather jacket hanging off his finger, tossed rakishly over his back, he stood in her path and waited. In her distracted haste, boots thudding a steady, but swift rhythm, she walked bodily into him and let out a humph, as if she’d just hit a wall. She lost her balance for a moment and he let his jacket fall, catching her by the arm to steady her.

She looked up, confused as to why the wall that had materialized out of nowhere seemed to be reaching out for her. Her eyes traveled up from his chest, slowly climbing up to his eyes, where she just saw her own face reflected back in his sunglasses, eyes wide and lips parted.

He flashed his million dollar grin and took off the glasses, hooking them into the collar of his white T-shirt. “Sorry about that,” he said without much compunction. “I was looking at the floor as I was walking,” he shook his head and felt some loose waves fall over his face, in that way that made romantic young women want to brush them away for him. “I hate when people do that, and here I am – doing it,” he concluded and smoothed his hair back into place.

“Uh, it’s okay,” she extricated herself from his grip without being rude about it. “I do it all the time.” Yes, I know, he thought as he let one corner of his mouth smile again.

“Ladies first,” he said with a light touch of flirty sarcasm and stepped aside for her. He was rewarded with a knowing eyeroll from the girl and a huff of laughter.

“Thanks,” she tossed over her shoulder and, to his slight surprise, did not look back over that same shoulder to give him the usual once over. Mills wondered if he should be offended by that. He had constructed the casual look for her – simple enough not to look like he was trying too hard, while at the same time including small pieces of flair, like the weathered leather jacket and the sunglasses that should appeal to the rebellious young girl he deemed her to be. And nothing. She was walking away as though he had not just tossed not one, but two of the most dazzling smiles in his arsenal at her, touched her, and made a flirty little joke. He picked up the jacket he had tossed on the ground for her, as if to let her cross a puddle untainted, and hurried in the direction she walked off in.

*

She was already in her seat by the time Mills entered the cabin. The final pre-flight arrangements for his Exhibition were made and he paused in the aisle long enough for her to look up at the long shadow he was casting. Her eyes smiled at him in recognition and he reached up for the overhead, peacocking his full height and letting his shirt ride up just enough to flash a stripe of creamy skin as he looked down and grinned. “Small world,” he raised a brow and shifted his weight to one leg, trying to coax her eyes to his body with the flex of his defined muscles when she didn’t take the bait immediately.

“Yeah,” she nodded and adjusted in her seat, reaching out for a dog-eared book in her backpack, leaving him to smooth his clothes back down in growing frustration.

How did women do this? All they needed to do was flutter their lashes and they had men wrapped around their fingers. When he’d seen the directive to keep the girl engaged and predisposed to stick around with him, he read between the lines. Dip into his Museum-approved bag of tricks, give her some of the ol’ razzle-dazzle and have her eating out the palm of his hand. Yet, for all his preening, she was more fascinated by some second or third hand copy of Henry V than his overtures.

When the obvious ploy failed, he stewed in his seat, directly to her right and kept looking out of the corner of his eye at her, checking if she was doing the same. Having assured himself she was not, he gnashed his teeth, deciding to veer off course and try a different approach.

“I don’t mean to bother you,” he cleared his throat subtly and leaned over the aisle, trying not to catch anyone else’s attention. There were only half a dozen other people on the flight, all dotted around the cabin out of earshot, but he still needed to be careful and not provoke their suspicions too early. “I’m a very nervous flier and I’ve been sweating bullets all day,” he chuckled nervously and saw her guarded expression soften. Bingo.

“I’m sure you’re engrossed in your book, and the last thing you wanna do is be a distraction for some stranger…”

“It’s alright,” her forced kindness was convincing enough and that was as much of a foothold he needed to really start working on her. Mills found he was charmed when she stuck the receipt she was using as a bookmarker into the paperback before stuffing the book back inside her backpack.

*

Their conversation started in hushed whispers as they leaned over the armrests of their seats, until Mills pretended to organically and innocently have the idea of sitting next to her – if she didn’t mind, of course – and talking more freely. He played the nervous wreck for a few minutes and made himself cozy in her patient reassurance before relaxing with the help of a few drinks. Mills downed one instantly as he encouraged her to do the same in solidarity, and two more were drunk in quick succession. He had decided eliciting sympathy and getting her boozed up would be the winning combination to keep her pliant, and it seemed to be working.

Mills turned on the charm full force; did all the cheesy things you’re supposed to do to get young girls to spawn butterflies in their bellies. He declared himself somewhat of a chiromancer, reading her palm so he could touch her freely. The hand is full of sensitive parts. The tips of the fingers are five quivering clitorises if you know what you’re doing. And they don’t call that succulent, fleshy part at the base of the thumb the Mount of Venus for nothing. You can see a woman shudder, nipples peaking and pupils blowing wide like a detonation went off inside of them when you run your coarse fingers over it, or knead it with carnal intent.

She chuckled as the combined effects of alcohol and altitude took effect, and he explained that the mount signified sensuality, beauty, enjoyment of melody and art, or their absence. He flexed his hand in the air, still holding hers with the other one, to show how his was thick and overdeveloped, potentially indicating an overindulgence in those things, a weakness for sin, women, wine – where hers was perfectly balanced. That part wasn’t even bullshit, if you take palmistry to be at all reputable. And they had him down pat where sensuality was concerned.

To illustrate those flaws she laughed off, he offered an embellished version of the story of him riding a hog down the Amalfi Coast with nothing but a backpack and a passport that was about to expire. Of course, he left out the part about only being there in the first place to take out a drug trafficker who used, of all things, live pigs to smuggle drugs all over Europe and fund all sorts of criminal activity with his earnings.

He was about to lie and say that nothing happened with the local girl he had given a ride to on his last night there – and he had the distinct feeling she would not believe him - when the whole cabin lurched, sending people pitching forward and several overhead bins yawning open. Her backpack, that he had obligingly stored above her seat so he could sidle in next to her, came hurtling down. She tried uselessly to shield herself from the impact as Mills snatched it out of the air, arms bolting out lightning fast to catch it. Her eyes were lazy with booze and her jaw was slack as she watched him spring into action, so at odds with the unimposing, nervous figure he cut until moments ago. Her drink was spilled down her shirt and she didn’t seem to notice until he put the bag down and took the empty glass from her hands.

“Oh, shit,” she shuddered as she registered the cold lick of spilled drink down her chest and inspected herself.

“I’ll let you go clean up,” Mills offered and maneuvered his long body out of the way, all but pushing her towards the toilet. He had work to do now and she needed to be out of the way for it.

*

Mills took out one man with a syringe full of pentobarbital. The man gasped sharply and clutched at the side of his neck as the poison immediately took effect. A rapid succession of comatose state, respiratory depression, bradycardia and death would ensue as he thrashed uselessly and stared with horror-filled eyes at his surroundings. Another one’s head snapped back to see what caused the odd sound and snapped forward again as Mills pressed the silencer of his gun to his forehead and let off a silent shot. Two more sprung out of their seats and he was grateful they didn’t do the annoying macho thing of screaming as they charged him. The less noise they made now, the less containing he would need to do with the girl.

The airplane dropped down suddenly, sending his guts floating to his throat. The pilot and copilot were conked out by now and Mills didn’t need his piloting license to tell him they were rapidly losing altitude.

The man closest to him wound up an amateurish punch and Mills easily ducked it, grabbing him by the back of the neck and smashing his face into the overhead compartments. Bone and tissue left a pulpy mess on the unyielding compartments and the man groaned painfully through what was left of his face as he slumped to the ground. Mills stepped over him and moved towards his next opponent. He was short and stocky and Mills jerked back to avoid the rather limited reach of his arms, but another pair wrapped themselves around his neck, trapping him in a merciless chokehold before he could blink. The shorter man wasted no time in landing a few gut shots on Mills as he desperately clawed at the arm crushing his windpipe, fighting for the smallest bit of purchase.

The cabin shook again and the four men were caught in a chaotic mêlée, getting tossed up and down, and side to side as they fought for their lives. The one holding Mills tripped over the writhing man with the smashed face and his grip loosened. With a brutal snap back, Mills felt his skull collide with his nose and shatter it. Blinded with pain and tears that accompany this kind of injury, the man let go of him altogether. With a gurgling breath, Mills straightened and both he and the shorter man reached for their guns. Mills was a fraction of a second faster, firing off a bullet at the center of his forehead. The shuddering cabin threw off his aim and the bullet shot right through the man’s throat and exited out the back in a bloody spray. Mills fired two more bullets in quick succession, putting two more holes into his neck and chest.

Mills whipped around, feeling the hurried steps of the one who was choking him moments ago rear up on him, and he stumbled back just in time to miss the man’s blade burying itself in his chest. Instead, it pierced his side, right under the ribs and he felt each of the teeth on its serrated edge tear through him on the way in and out. He bit down on a growl and felt like his teeth would shatter from the force of it. Like a linebacker, he lunged at his attacker and caught him around the middle, slamming him bodily against the toilet door. Twisting his wrist until he groaned and dropped the knife, Mills grabbed the short hair on top of his head, crusty with gel, and slammed it against the door several times until he saw the man’s eyes begin to cross and uncross.

“Occupied, dude. Can you read?” Mills heard the deadpan voice of his girl inside and smiled broadly.

“Yeah, can you read?” he snarled lowly at the man, exposing his teeth, and gave the guy’s head one last decisive slam right under the Occupied sign to punctuate his question before letting him slide limply down.

The last two came back from their inspection of the cockpit to find four dead or dying scumbags littering the cabin. Mills sucked in a deep breath and smoothed his hair back into place, facing the last two targets as they reached for their guns in a panic.

*

When she came out of the bathroom, nothing much seemed to be out of place. The cabin still shook, but to the uninitiated, it could have appeared as regular turbulence.

Mills was leaning against the seat with two drinks in his hands, offering her one glass as she approached. She narrowed her eyes at him curiously and groaned as the cabin tilted and sent her hip first into the corner of an armrest.

“You seem…much more calm. Now that the flight is actually getting hairy,” she looked around nervously. Whether she could subconsciously tell there was something eerie and off about the flight, or if it was just the increasingly rough ride they were having, he could not be sure.

“Well, the magic potion helped,” he swirled the cheap vodka and the ice in the glass clinked. “You should take a seat,” Mills announced calmly.

She took the glass obediently and sat, eyes bright and curious on him. No doubt expecting another dumb, entertaining anecdote, or some of that coy, but undisguised flirting.

“I need to tell you something,” he started slowly, almost apologetically. It was not his job to break it to the prospective operatives what exactly they’d gotten themselves involved in. The Curators were in charge of that and they had all sorts of soft language and persuasion and tailor-made platitudes designed to charm the morals off of anyone they set their sights on. He was never trained for that. Now he had to tell this kid that they’re on a plane full of corpses that’s about to crash-land, and then she would be shipped off to a guild of assassins for processing like a piece of meat in an abattoir. Good luck, Mills, you’re gonna need it, he thought, lips pressed into a line as she looked up at him with rather heartbreaking innocence.

Out of some apparent reverence for the moment, even the plane grew quiet, leveling out for the time being and quieting the racket of the last few minutes. The door of the cockpit yawned gradually open and the movement caught her eye. It swung shut just as quickly, preventing her from getting a good look at the two men slumped over in their seats.

“Are we landing?” she frowned, bringing the glass to her lips.

“No, erm, not yet,” he whispered slowly, starting to really feel the wound in his gut. “The situation I’m about to relay to you is mostly contained, so there’s no need to worry.”

She arched a brow at him and sipped. “Contained? What situation?” her words were slightly slurred.

“We lost the pilots.”

“Lost ‘em? Where’d they go?”

“No, I mean, they’re dead. So are the rest of the passengers. I killed them,” he added for extra clarity, finding her eyes void of understanding.

“It’s all in a day’s work for people like me. Maybe you too one day.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Killing people?”

“Yup,” he popped the P into his glass and sucked his teeth as the drink burnt pleasantly down his throat.

She nodded a few times, keeping her face neutral. Then her chin quivered and her eyes crinkled, and out came the laughter. He smiled back, out of basic human instinct, hoping she would get the shock and denial out of her system quickly. The first wave of laughter subsided when he didn’t join in and reassure her that he was just making a bizarre joke. Her expression faltered, eyes seeking, inviting him to give it up and just admit he was trying to trick her. When he didn’t, holding her gaze with an awkward sort of apology on his face, she laughed harder, doubling over and grabbing his thigh for support. It was drunken, gleeful sort of laugh and part of him wanted her to be right. Wanted them to really be just two people who hit it off on a weird flight to nowhere, had too many drinks and made some fun mistakes in a dingy hotel room somewhere. The jostling sent a fresh sting of pain to his wound and he winced, returning to the moment and to reality.

She straightened up, oblivious, and covered her mouth with her hand, mindful not to disturb the people Mills had propped back up into their seats, still not realizing they were dead or dying. Wheezing now, her eyes started to fill up with tears and the laughter lost all sound. It was just a spasm in her gut and a rictus on her face as she struggled to catch her breath.

“I’m thrilled you’re taking all of this in stride,” Mills said and pushed himself up to his feet with a groan. “Makes my job a lot easier.”

“Where are you going?” she managed to ask when he was halfway to the cockpit.

“I’m just gonna land the plane right quick.”

“Sure, you do that,” she nodded, dissolving into more drunken giggles. The chiming noises of her girlish laugh echoed behind him and Mills grinned all the way to the door.

“Would you mind putting your seatbelt on for me? It might get bumpy for a few seconds.”

As a lark, she did, saluting his back as she settled into her seat. She was still sipping what remained of her drink and stifling residual giggles when she felt the plane tilt to one side. Seeking purchase with her feet, she finally dropped the glass into the empty seat next to her as she pushed off the cabin wall, struggling to stay in her seat.

The six men that sat in the seats around her all gradually tipped and eventually rolled out of their seats. At first, they looked asleep or knocked out. Except that on closer inspection, some of them were bloody. One had something sticking out of his chest. Another was doing the full Exorcist with his broken neck turning his face, hideous in death and agony, 180 degrees.

Warning signs flashed and masks dropped down, and it startled her out of her stunned reverie.

Without knowing how, not feeling her legs or the floor beneath her, she stumbled into the cockpit.

Mills was in the pilot’s seat, speaking into a large headset. “Mayday, mayday,” he was repeating dispassionately, “this is US Midland Air 77 heavy. We’re experiencing—“

“What the – everyone’s dead over there!” She stopped suddenly, and he heard the wet squelch in her throat, heralding impending vomit. He paused and turned, looking at her questioningly. She held it in and pressed her back harder against the cockpit wall, knees shivering as they dropped sharply. Good girl, he thought and nodded at her. Most of them retch the first few times.

“Where are my manners?” he picked up the dead copilot off the seat by the scruff of his starched shirt and dropped him to the side, rolling him out of the way with his long leg. “Have a seat, please.” Someone responded to his distress call and he snapped forward, giving her not a moment’s consideration more. “I’m declaring an emergency…”

She looked stubbornly ahead of her, refusing to look down at the two dead bodies cramped into the small cabin, trying with all she had to keep it together. “Are we going down?”

“Well, yeah, technically, I guess,” he shrugged and then tightened his grip on the levers that were shuddering dangerously under his hands. “Every descent is going down, if you wanna get philosophical about it. This one is a little more rapid than most.”

“Who are you? Are you a pilot?” she accused more than asked as she finally relented and swiftly climbed into the seat next to him.

“Sure,” he shrugged and threw her a reassuring smile. “I’m whatever you need.”

She nearly jumped out of her seat as another blast shook the cabin. Mills knocked the useless headset off, and craned his body closer to her, strapping her in. “Shoulder straps, click in here,” he explained out loud, as if to a child. “And voila.”

She watched with trepidation as he pushed levers all the way away or pulled them all the way towards him, with buttons and lights flashing red to the rhythmic blare of warning sirens. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to assess how dire their situation was and she grew deathly quiet.

The fog in front of them cleared and square fields, in lighter and darker hues, delineated by long straight roads cutting through and across them came into view.  

They landed roughly on a road and Mills barely managed to keep on it as the wheels under them spun out of control and broke off. Seatbelts held them in place, but cut deep into their chests and punched all their air out as they swerved sharply into a field and plowed through it until eventually their momentum petered out.

Flying down the road in the distance was a procession of sleek black cars, converging on the wreckage. “That’ll be the Custodians – they’ll clean up the scene. And hopefully a few people from Restorations too,” he unstrapped himself and pressed his hand against his hastily dressed wound as he got up.

He went to offer the girl a hand, but she was already out of her seatbelt and climbing out, avoiding stepping on the corpse that lodged itself between the two seats during the crash-land. Mills wondered if it would do any good to tell her that the man whose corpse she was trying to show some misguided respect to was a human trafficker. Best to keep that little tidbit to himself for now, he decided.

“You’re hurt,” she stated the fact without too much concern for him.

Well, gee, don’t sound too broken up about it, Mills snapped in his head, feeling the pain rankle away any genial aspect of his character. “Yeah, how about that?” he rolled his eyes. But all his bravado notwithstanding, he groaned from deep in his bones as he pried open the door to the fuselage and jumped down.

She stood on the edge of the wreck, sparking and guttering out in a groan of metal and electricity, looking for a safe way to exit. Julian held out his arms to her limply, expecting her to do the typical female thing and slap him away, in some useless attempt to show she was no damsel in distress and that he had caused her enough trouble already, yadda yadda yadda, all that usual crap. Engrossed in his mental scenario, he only just had enough time to lock up his elbows and support her weight when, to his utter surprise, she accepted his help and leaped into his waiting arms.

He tottered backwards and they stumbled a few awkward steps as the headlights of the approaching cars caught them in their spotlight glare. She was splayed against him, face inches from him and, with a sinking feeling, he realized she didn’t look scared at all. She had to be, he knew – he certainly fucking was and only an idiot wouldn’t be – but she was far too good already at staying stone-faced during a crisis. He understood then her life had been no cake-walk and mourned the fact that it would only get less easy going forward with the Museum.

“Julian, you hanging in there?” a male voice asked as he stepped out of the car.

“High and tight,” Mills shot a finger gun at the man and flipped his hair out of his face, suddenly at a loss as to what to say in parting to this bewildered young woman in his arms.

“Julian?” she asked, surmising he had given a false name earlier.

“Julian Mills,” he introduced himself, seeing realization dawn in her eyes at the similarity between the false name he had given her and his real one. “First thing they’ll teach you – use fake names with your real initials. John Mitchell. Jordan Malcolm.  If you ever get confused or start writing the wrong name on some document by accident, it won’t be such a glaring correction.”

“Miss, if you’ll come with me,” an older operative from Provenance, all social grace and grandfatherly familiarity, laid a gentle hand on her shoulder and obligingly showed her to the car that had come to pick her up.

The girl left Mills without a second’s hesitation and, once again, gave him not a single backwards glance as she walked away. She let the operative open the door for her and sat in the back seat of the waiting car. Julian wondered if she jumped in her seat when the plane eventually exploded behind her in the distance, or if she was already inured to such unpleasantries. He was just glad he had managed to salvage her little backpack and her tattered little book. Surreptitiously, when he was sure no one was looking, he flipped it open and found a quote underlined. Act 3, Scene 7. That’s a valiant flea that dare eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion. With a pained smile, his whole side stiffening up like a board from pain, his eyes searched the distance for the firefly headlights of the car driving her away. He hoped she would prove to be that valiant flea that the Bard talked about.

*

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Welcome To S.U.I.T.S: Initiation By Fire

TERRAN 1 - DREAM?

My legs trembled with impatience as I awaited the bell to ring. The teacher droned on about our upcoming midterms after summer vacation, but I paid little attention, instead gazing out the window. Suddenly, my name was called. "Kobayashi, pay attention!" Startled, I realized that the school bell had rung and summer vacation had finally arrived. Before leaving the classroom, our teacher issued one final warning. "Remember, your midterms will be right after vacation! Enjoy your summer!" With that, our teacher left and a wave of noise erupted from my fellow students. A classmate approached me as I gathered my things. "What are your plans for the break?" she asked. "I'll figure something out," I replied nonchalantly. Several classmates gathered around us as I stood up and slung my backpack over my shoulder. "Right now, though, I have to meet up with some friends. Have fun." And with that, I walked away. As I made my way through the hallway towards the exit of the school building, a group of students ran past me in a frenzy. Descending down to ground level and reaching my shoebox locker area outside, snippets of conversation floated towards me from nearby schoolmates discussing a major incident unfolding in Tokyo. Someone approached me while changing their shoes next to mine at the shoebox location. A soft female voice spoke up: "Have you heard about what's happening in Tokyo? Kobayashi." I nodded in response. "The news is spreading rapidly; it's even trending on our school website." Glancing at her face closely for confirmation of her fears or worries: "Are you afraid too?" She shrugged casually before answering: "It's quite far from Yokohama where we are; we should be fine." "Good," I replied reassuringly before turning away and heading towards the school entrance doors. "Let's hurry because we need to meet up with some people in the city." She followed closely behind as we exited the school.

We strolled along the bustling shopping street in Yokohama, engaged in lively conversation. Kumiko had been a close friend ever since we met during our second year of middle school. In fact, she was part of our tight-knit circle of friends, who we were on our way to meet. As we walked, I noticed two men in black suits pass by us. They seemed out of place among the crowd but didn't bother us as we continued chatting. Eventually, we reached a café and took a seat near a corner while waiting for our friends to arrive. As we chatted away, I caught sight of a woman wearing a vibrant dress passing by the window. It barely registered as one of our friends entered the café and joined us at our table. "Welcome back to the land of the living, Daisuke," I joked playfully. "How's your research going?" Daisuke sighed deeply before replying: "It's been taking its toll on me; thanks for inviting me out for this break." He called over a waitress and ordered himself a burger before asking about how high school life was treating us. Daisuke's introduction into our group had been quite complicated; all that mattered was that he had graduated from Tokyo University and looked slightly older due to his intense studies and research work there. "Where's Asuka?" Daisuke queried curiously. "I received a text from her," Kumiko answered. Pausing briefly before continuing: "She should be here soon." Kumiko observed intently as Asuka burst through the café door moments later, breathless from an extended tennis match that caused delays due to blocked streets on her way there. She quickly grabbed an available seat at our table and joined in on the conversation. Confused, I asked: "Blocked streets? We didn't encounter any obstacles on our way here." Kumiko nodded in agreement, dropping her tennis bag and propping it up against the table. "I did notice some men in black suits while I was making my way here," Daisuke chimed in, confirming Kumiko's observation. As we peered through the transparent café window, we noticed a pair of suits walking by. However, we dismissed it as many people dressed like that could be seen around this busy area due to office workers finishing their day. Asuka attended a different school but was in the same grade as Kumiko and me. Her school was located on the opposite side of our city and had a tennis rivalry with ours. We first met her during our primary school days at a playground, and since then, she had become one of our closest friends alongside Daisuke. Unfazed by these strange occurrences, we shifted the topic of conversation. After several minutes passed, Kumiko suddenly pointed out something odd happening outside on the streets. We all turned to look and saw that other customers and employees were also drawn to whatever was unfolding before us—an alarming sight of hundreds of people screaming and fleeing from an unknown threat. Then darkness enveloped everything.

Muffled screams filled my ears as I gradually regained consciousness. My body felt heavy as I attempted to move; my vision remained blurry for a few moments until clarity returned—revealing the night sky above me. Strangely enough, no panic gripped me despite blood staining half my face and torn clothing covering my body. Cautiously shifting debris off myself while fixating on a flickering light amidst the wreckage of what used to be a café terrified me further when I noticed someone standing beneath it—a figure tightly gripping an unsuspecting victim's neck.

The figure spoke with derision towards its captive: "Humans are pitifully weak." It then callously threw the lifeless body aside. In silence, I watched as the figure took a step forward, seizing another individual who was barely breathing. The figure chuckled before uttering: "You survived; how fortunate." With a swift motion, it thrust its arm through the person's chest, holding their heart in its hand.

"But it's so easy to take away something so precious." The arm retracted, and the discarded body fell to the ground as the figure took a bite out of the stolen heart. I observed as its eyes slowly turned blood-red and our gazes locked for what felt like an eternity. Breaking this eerie connection with words, the figure declared: "You're still alive? Stop pretending you're dead, human." As I remained silent and motionless, two more bodies emerged from beneath the rubble. A female voice proclaimed: "And here we thought we could surprise you with your demise." She drew a knife from her holster and continued coldly: "Too bad."

From my dark corner, I watched intently as light flickered beneath that menacing figure. A sudden gust of wind caught my attention for an instant—the light briefly went out before flickering back on again. In that fleeting moment of darkness, all three figures vanished from sight within that demolished café. Remaining still in silence until I detected noise emanating from across the room—Kumiko calling my name faintly—I crawled to my feet using support from a nearby wall. Staggering towards her location while clutching my wounded stomach, I dropped to my knees upon finding her buried under debris. "What happened?" she whispered weakly. We heard distant explosions followed by violent tremors shaking everything around us. Struggling against pain myself while clearing debris off her form with urgency—knowing we needed to escape—I responded urgently: "I don't know what's going on exactly but we have to get out of here." After several minutes of freeing her and helping her stand, I supported her weight on my shoulder as we exited the café.

Emerging onto the streets, it became apparent that not only the café but also the entire surrounding area resembled a war zone. Amidst our progress, another shockwave from above rattled us, yet we pressed forward. Approaching a street corner, our focus shifted to two men in black attire dashing into view. Both abruptly halted mid-street before opening fire in retreat. One fell backward after being struck by some sort of throwing knife hurled at him. Frozen in place, we observed a woman dressed in red appear from around the corner. She produced another throwing knife and flung it towards the second gunman firing shots at her—hitting him square in the chest—but he remained standing. Pulling out and brandishing his own knife, he lunged toward her as she neared.

However, she sidestepped his attack effortlessly—swiftly gripping his wrist with one hand while slashing his arm with the other—then kicked him backward successfully. Mockingly taunting her fallen opponent: "Is that all you've got?" Her attention shifted to face us as she dropped his severed arm to speak further: "You're here to hinder us at every turn." Suddenly, an intense gust violently blew against us—a figure materializing a few feet away from where she stood moments ago.

The figure hurled its weapon toward her; though she evaded it once again when it boomeranged back towards her direction. Seizing hold of both weapons while sliding on knees forward rapidly—it cleanly sliced across her waistline. While this blow did inflict injury upon the red-clad woman's body, she swiftly retaliated by snatching hold of this figure's ankle and pulling them closer instead. We watched with bated breath as a sharp blade appeared within her grasp; however, their clash was fierce—neither gaining an immediate advantage. The figure unleashed a whirlwind of strikes with its weapon, creating a violent storm of wind. Ultimately, the red-clad woman released her hold on the weapons amidst the tempest that tore at her dress. The figure vanished from sight behind her and reappeared in an instant—thrusting its weapon forward and piercing through her body.

A brief moment of calm ensued before an even more violent gust ripped through the red-clad woman. As this maelstrom subsided, she remained standing despite appearing battered by this assault of wind. Standing there silently but with a hint of laughter in her voice: "You've grown stronger indeed, but that won't kill me yet." Her blood-red gaze locked onto mine as smoke enveloped her form; miraculously, I witnessed the devastating wound healing before my eyes. "I still have use for him." In one swift motion, she leaped towards us. Reacting instantly, I shielded Kumiko with my body and prepared to defend ourselves. But then everything turned into a blur as another figure materialized before me—the last thing I saw before my eyes closed.

My eyes flew open as I jolted upright in bed. Frantically checking myself for any injuries but finding none, I felt relief wash over me while my heart raced and breaths came in heavy gasps. Taking stock of my surroundings and realizing that I was safely back in my room at home—sunlight streaming through the window and birds chirping outside—I whispered to myself: "It was just a dream."

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How to Select the Ideal Lady's Laptop Compartments Backpack

A lady's laptop compartment backpack is a great asset in today's fast-paced world. For students, working professionals, or people with constant motions, this backpack, which can combine fashion, functionality, and protection for their laptops, would do the trick. If you are looking forward to buying a new backpack bag for women, here are some tips that will guide you in selecting an excellent one.

Consider the Size and Fit

Your women's backpack size is important, mainly because of how it fits with your laptop. You'll want a backpack that can comfortably fit your laptop without making it appear too big and bulky on your body. Most are designed to fit standard laptop sizes, but you never know, so checking the dimensions is always wise.

Your aim should be to acquire a backpack specially built with a separate section for your laptop, which is paddled so that your laptop fits perfectly in that section. A compartment that fits well will keep your laptop safe and snug during bumps and scratches. If you purchase this backpack bag for women online, ensure that the compartment size fits your laptop from the product detail section and customer reviews.

Check for Durability

Durability is one of the most important aspects of investing in a woman's backpack. Your backpack should be able to withstand daily wear and tear, especially if you are going to carry it every day. Look for materials made from high-quality nylon, polyester, or leather, as these materials have proven to be durable and water-resistant.

Other features to look out for include reinforced stitching and solid zippers. A high-quality backpack won't just protect your laptop but will see good service for a long time. If you are investigating a bag collection online, make sure the brand you select is renowned for quality, and take the time to read through customer reviews to confirm that you are making a dependable purchase.

Comfort and Ergonomics

Other important factors involve comfort in choosing the right backpack bag for women. Since you will carry the backpack for a long time, it must have padded shoulder straps and a comfortable back panel. Adjustable straps enable you to adjust the fit to your body, reducing the tugging on the shoulders and back.

A padded hip belt or chest strap will provide extra support and even weight distribution. Thus, one can easily enjoy the comfort of carrying a fully loaded backpack.

Functionality and Organization

A well-organized backpack for women can make quite a big difference in your daily routine. Find a backpack with more compartments and pockets that keep everything in order. Along with the compartment for the laptop, there should be sections to fit other accessories like chargers, notebooks, pens, and personal items.

Some have special pockets for water bottles, umbrellas, or even RFID protection for your cards. Consider the features you may want to get in addition to your needs and ensure the backpack will provide those. A well-organized backpack bag for women helps you quickly find what you are looking for but keeps everything in the appropriate positions.

Style and Aesthetics

While it must be practical, it must also be in fashion. A ladies' backpack should add to your fashion streak and step into your closet. You can see innumerable designs, colors, and patterns while purchasing a backpack, and you are bound to find the right one that matches your aesthetic sensibilities.

You could be looking for a classic, timeless, trending, or sporty backpack, whichever appeals to you. If you go online to purchase a women's backpack bag purchase, you can use the vast options available to choose one that best suits your style and practical needs.

Price and Budget

Not only this, but they also come in different prices, and it becomes crucial to get one that fits your budget while meeting your needs. The chosen female backpack bag should be worth its cost, blending quality with functionality.

Look for online sales or discounts that match your budget. Sometimes, spending a little bit more for a good-quality backpack will save your pocket in the long run; it may last longer and better protect your laptop.

Brand Reputation and Reviews

Do your research ahead of time with the brands you're considering. Find brands that are well known for quality products and good customer service. Customer feedback teaches you about the quality of the performance and how durable it will be.

When you browse a bag collection online on any website, read responses from other customers who have purchased the bag regarding the backpack's quality, comfort, and functionality. Positive reviews and high ratings are generally indicative of a reliable product.

Closure:

The selection of an ideal woman's backpack with a laptop compartment balances functionality, durability, style, and comfort. Make your selection based on size, fit, durability, and comfort features. Find a backpack for women that can provide sufficient organization and follow your style while remaining within your budget.

By considering these factors, you'll be able to find a backpack bag for women that not only protects your laptop but also enhances your daily life. Explore various bag collections online to find the best options for your needs and preferences. With the right backpack, you'll be well-prepared for whatever the day brings, with your laptop and other essentials safely and stylishly carried.

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Women Exploring India: A Voyage of Discovery

India, with its kaleidoscope of cultures, landscapes, and traditions, has always been a captivating destination for travelers. But there's a growing trend that's adding a new dimension to India's tourism landscape – women exploring India solo or in women-centric groups. In this SEO article, we delve into this empowering trend, exploring why India is becoming an increasingly popular destination for women travelers, the challenges they may face, and how to make the most of this unique voyage of discovery.

The Rise of Women-Centric Travel in India

Women-centric female travelers is on the rise, and for good reason. Here are some of the key factors driving this trend:

Empowerment and Independence:

Travellers are embracing solo travel or women-only group trips as a way to assert their independence and embrace their sense of empowerment. India offers a unique backdrop for this journey, where ancient wisdom meets modern dynamism.

Rich Cultural Experiences:

Female Travels in India is a treasure trove of cultural diversity. From the vibrant festivals to the historical landmarks, women travelers find themselves immersed in a world of new experiences and a tapestry of traditions.

Yoga and Wellness Retreats:

India is renowned for its yoga and wellness retreats, providing women with an opportunity to rejuvenate their mind, body, and spirit in serene and spiritually enriching environments.

Safe and Welcoming Atmosphere:

While safety is a concern for many women travelers, India has made significant strides in ensuring the well-being of tourists. Tourist hubs and cities are generally safe, and the warm hospitality of the Indian people is a major draw.

Challenges Women May Encounter

Despite the allure of India, there are challenges that women travelers should be aware of:

Cultural Norms:

India's culture can be conservative in some regions, and it's important to respect local customs and dress modestly, especially when visiting religious sites.

Street Harassment:

Like many countries, India does have incidents of street harassment. However, with precautions like staying in well-traveled areas and dressing appropriately, these incidents can often be minimized.

Transportation Safety:

While transportation infrastructure is improving, it's essential to use reputable transportation options and plan your routes carefully.

Tips for Women Exploring India

Research and Plan:

Thoroughly research your destinations and have a detailed itinerary in place. This includes knowing the local customs and laws.

Dress Modestly:

Pack clothing that covers your shoulders and knees, especially when visiting religious sites. It's also a good idea to carry a scarf or shawl that can be used as a cover-up when needed.

Stay Connected:

Stay in touch with your loved ones back home. Share your itinerary and check in regularly to let them know you're safe.

Use Reputable Accommodation:

Choose well-reviewed hotels and accommodations to ensure your safety and comfort.

Solo Travel or Group Travel:

Decide whether you want to travel solo or with a women-centric group. Both have their advantages, but group travel can provide added safety and camaraderie.

Conclusion

Women exploring India is not just a trend; it's a voyage of discovery and empowerment. India's rich cultural tapestry, warm hospitality, and diverse landscapes offer a unique backdrop for women travelers to create memories, foster independence, and embark on a journey of self-discovery. With careful planning, respect for local customs, and awareness of potential challenges, women can have a safe and enriching experience in this incredible country. So, pack your bags, embrace the adventure, and let India unveil its magic as you embark on your voyage of discovery.

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Luxury Bags Market Global Sales & Revenue Analysis: 2030

Luxury Bags Market, By Type (Clutches, Crossbody Bags, Shoulder bags, Satchels, Hobo Bags, tote bags, briefcases, and others), By Material Type (Leather, Cotton, Synthetic, and Others), By Consumer Group (Men, Women, and Unisex), By Distribution Channel (Store-Based and Non-Store-Based) and Region (North America, Europe, Asia-Pacific, Middle East and Africa and South America).

Market Overview

The global Luxury Bags market size was estimated at USD 22.7.0 billion in 2022 and is projected to reach USD 37.1 billion in 2030 at a CAGR of 6.3% during the forecast period 2023-2030.

The market has more room to develop as a result of an increase in social media bloggers and increased use of social media platforms. In other words, increasing consumer knowledge of the newest styles and patterns due to endorsements from bloggers and celebrities, along with the desire to wear the newest styles, is directly impacting market growth. Also, the development and growth of the consumer goods sector is directly affecting the rate of market expansion.

Because more women are entering the workforce and have greater purchasing power, there is a huge increase in demand for the goods. For instance, according to data from the International Labor Organization, 48.5% of women worked in 2018. Moreover, it is projected that the considerable female consumer spending contribution would raise the consumption rate. For instance, it is predicted that female consumers would spend 31.8 trillion USD globally in 2019. The market is also growing as a result of the increasing knowledge of the availability of goods and services like upscale bags brought on by the rising female literacy rate throughout the world.

The market was negatively impacted by COVID-19. This was brought on by the closure of the factories and plants as a result of the lockdown and limitations. Disruptions in the transportation and supply chains added to the market's challenges. In other words, the sector experienced a backlash as a result of the disruptions in the value chain, which included job losses, the supply of raw materials, commerce, and transportation, as well as ambiguous customer demand. The COVID-19's reduction in luxury handbag manufacture further slowed the market's expansion. Yet, as internet and e-commerce platforms were more widely used, e-commerce sales increased when various relaxations were implemented.

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Due to the luxury fashion industry's strong growth, a broad variety of appealing luxury bags are developed, aiding in the market's worldwide expansion. For instance, according to figures from the fashion industry, 300 million people are predicted to work in the sector, which is worth USD 1.3 trillion. In addition, advertising and endorsement campaigns led by well-known individuals increase consumer appeal and pave the way for rising demand. The market has grown tremendously as a result of rising expenditure on products through online channels. Startup e-commerce and e-retailer websites have seen an increase in transactions as a result of holiday and seasonal promotions, reduced costs, and the accessibility of a variety of items on websites.

Key Findings

Based on type, Clutches, crossbody bags, shoulder bags, and satchels are included in the market segmentation for luxury bags depending on type. Among them are briefcases, hobo bags, and totes. In 2021, the sector of tote bags had the lion's share. Tote bags are versatile containers that may be used for a variety of things. Because of its size and construction, consumers choose tote bags. as compared to totes and bigger luxury purses. Customers may more easily transport necessities to workplaces, institutions, and other locations with the help of these bags. The increasing acceptance of Korean fashion and aesthetics among younger consumers is another factor driving tote bag sales.  

Based on material type, comprises leather, cotton, synthetic, and other materials dependent on the kind of material. Throughout the projection period, 2022–2030, the leather sector, which led the market in 2021, is expected to have the fastest growth. The major component used to make luxury bags is leather. Luxury consumer expenditure is the key engine of the leather handbag industry in both developed and emerging economies. Across the world, many working women are prepared to spend money on leather purses. Hence, increasing disposable income for luxury bags has a favourable effect on market expansion.

Based on consumer group, It has divided the market statistics for luxury bags into categories for men, women, and unisex. Women accounted for the majority of consumers in 2021 and are anticipated to see the fastest rate of growth over the projection period. This is because they are usually lured to stylish clothing and accessories like designer bags and items. The steady increase in working women and the strong demand for distinctive, opulent luxury bags are key factors in the worldwide market's growth.  

North America, Europe, Asia-Pacific, and the rest of the world are all covered by the regional market insights. The rising desire for fashion, luxury items, jewelry, and couture in the area is blamed for it. Demand in this industry is also fueled by the presence of well-known brands like Gucci, Burberry, and Louis Vuitton.

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Regional Analysis

North America to Dominate the Market

Due to the presence of numerous important value-added brands in countries like Germany, France, and the United Kingdom, which have been gaining more momentum with target consumers, Europe dominates the market for luxury bags.  

On the other hand, Asia-Pacific is fastest growing to have considerable expansion in the luxury bags industry and is expected to display the highest compound annual growth rate.

Competitive Landscape

Macy’s Inc. (US)

MARC JACOBS INTERNATIONAL, LLC (US)

Michael Kors (US)

LACOSTE (France)

PVH Corp. (US)

MCM Worldwide (Germany)

Michael Kors GmbH (Switzerland)

Ralph Lauren Corporation (US)

Cartier International SNC (France)

Guccio Gucci S.p.A. (Italy)

Giorgio Armani S.p.A. (Italy)

Valentino S.p.A. (Italy)

Burberry Group PLC (UK)

Chanel S.A. (France)

Dolce & Gabbana S.R.L. (Italy)

Prada S.p.A. (Italy)

Atelier (US)

Louis Vuitton (France)

Tory Burch LLC (US)  

Recent Developments

In February 2022, Louis Vuitton a French company is increasing its capacity to produce ultra-high-end bags, to ramp up competition in France with Hermès USA. On the other hand, Hermes USA is opening three new factories as it wrestles to keep up with the demand for some of its products.  

In December 2021, Louis Vuitton launched new bags under the Louis Vuitton Cruise 2022 collection. These bags are based on retro style, saturated and elegant neutral shades, strict lines, and slouchy shapes.

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Report Scope

Luxury Bags Market, By type, by Material type, By Consumer Group, By Distribution Channel and region:

Based on Product type

Handbags

 

Clutches

Crossbody bags

Shoulder bags

Satchel bags

Handheld bags

Sling bags

Tote bags

Hobo bags

briefcases

Others

Backpacks

Wallets

Others

Based on the Material

Cotton

Leather

 

Tumbled

Suede

Nappa

Others

Nylon

Synthetic

Based on the Consumer group

Men

Women

unisex

Based on Distribution Channel

Store-based

 

Hypermarkets & supermarkets

Speciality Stores

Others

Non-store-based

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