#after he gets knocked back behind the rest of the bosses piled up

[wonsiwon]

cravings | S.J.Y

paring | futureparent!jake x pregnant!reader

sinopsis | you woke up Jake in the middle of the night with a craving, but he snapped at you, exhausted from work.

genre | small angst, fluff, smut.

You woke up in the middle of the night, your eyes wide open, and your belly stretching your shirt as your pregnancy bump stuck out prominently. A powerful craving hit you, the kind you couldn’t ignore. It was for a meal Jake had brought home a few days ago from the convention store. Just thinking about it made you press your lips together in frustration.

Turning your head, you glanced at Jake. He was fast asleep, his chest rising and falling steadily, completely knocked out after taking some sleeping pills. Work had been hard on him lately, thanks to his boss constantly piling on tasks. Jake was running on fumes, coming home late most nights, and his attitude toward you had shifted slightly. Not enough to cause fights, but enough for you to notice.

You’d been together since high school, and the relationship had endured a lot—college, stress, and now an unexpected pregnancy. Dropping out to prepare for the baby wasn’t in your plans, but it had happened. Jake started taking extra shifts to support both of you. Life wasn’t easy and right now you didn’t want to wake him, knowing how tired he must be, but the craving was growing stronger by the second. You hesitated before gently touching his back.

“Jake?” you whispered. He didn’t stir. You leaned closer, nudging him lightly. “Jake?”

This time, he groaned and turned over, squinting at you. Your hair was a mess, and you probably didn’t look much better overall. The weight you’d gained during the pregnancy had been making you feel insecure, and the way Jake looked at you sometimes didn’t help. “What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice low and sleepy.

You hesitated before smiling faintly. “I know you were sleeping, but… can you do me a favor?”

Jake sighed, already guessing. “You’re craving something, aren’t you?” he asked tiredly.

“Maybe,” you said, fiddling with your fingers. “That meal we had on Friday… from the convenience store? Could you—”

“Y/n, do you know what time it is? ” he interrupted, rubbing his face and shooting you a disbelieving look.

“I know, but I really want it.” you said, trying to sound sweet, your hand brushing his arm. “Please?”

Jake groaned louder this time, grabbing his phone from the nightstand and squinting at the screen. “Can’t you wait until morning?” he asked, his tone sharper now.

“Jake, I need it.” you pleaded, your voice taking on a whiny edge. “Please? Just this once?”

Jake rolled his eyes and flopped back onto the bed, pulling the blanket over his head. “Give me an hour,” he muttered, voice muffled. “I’ll get it then.”

Normally, you could persuade him with a soft touch or a little pout, but tonight he seemed immune. You couldn’t wait another hour, though. The craving felt unbearable. You shifted closer, tugging lightly at the blanket. “Jake, please—”

“Oh my God!” he snapped, throwing the blanket off and sitting up abruptly. His voice was loud, sharp enough to make you flinch. “Couldn’t you wait one fucking hour? Jesus Christ, Y/n, I’m so sick of these dumb cravings!”

His words hit like a slap. You recoiled as he got out of bed, yanking open the closet with a loud clatter. He grabbed a jacket, tossing the hanger onto the floor angrily. Not once did he look at you as he rifled through the nightstand, grabbing his wallet and keys.

“Jake…” you started softly, but he was already halfway out the door. He didn’t say a word, slamming it shut behind him with enough force to make the walls tremble.

Your lip trembled as the door slammed shut, leaving the room eerily quiet. Jake had never yelled at you like that before, not even during your worst disagreements. Slowly, you sat back on the bed, one hand resting on your belly while the other wiped away a tear. Normally, no matter how tired or irritated he was, he’d leave a kiss on your forehead before stepping out. This time, he hadn’t even looked back.

You tried to rationalize it. Jake was exhausted. His boss had been pushing him harder than ever, and with the pregnancy and money problems, things had been tense for both of you.

The craving you’d felt so strongly earlier was the last thing on your mind now.

Jake on the other hand had pulled into the driveway, the bag of food sitting on the passenger seat next to him. He didn’t get out right away. Instead, he leaned his head back against the headrest, closing his eyes for a moment.

He let out a long sigh, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly before finally releasing them. He felt like an asshole. He knew he shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. Sure, he was exhausted, overwhelmed with work, and frustrated with how things had been lately, but taking it out on you wasn’t fair—especially not with everything you were already dealing with.

For a few more seconds, he sat there in the quiet of the car, trying to gather himself. He looked over at the bag of food and sighed again, realizing how much the small things mattered to you right now. Finally, he grabbed the bag, stepped out of the car, and headed to the house.

Jake walked upstairs with the bag of food in his hand, his movements slower than usual. When he reached the bedroom door, he pushed it open carefully. His eyes scanned the room, half-expecting you to step out from somewhere, but the bed was empty. That’s when his eyes caught the faint light coming from under the bathroom door.

He took a step closer, pausing when he heard it—a quiet sniffle. With a soft sigh, he set it down the food bag and approached the bathroom door. He rested his hand on it, hesitating before speaking.

“Baby?” he called softly. “I got the food.” There was no response, just another sniffle that broke his heart a little more. “Baby, are you crying?” His voice wavered slightly. “I’m sorry. Please open the door.” Jake pressed his forehead against the door, his hand flat against it., guilt gnawing at him as he listened to the sound of your muffled sobs. “Baby, please.” he said again, his voice strained. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to yell. Open the door, okay?”

The crying on the other side didn’t stop. If anything, it grew shakier. Jake could hear your breaths coming in short, uneven gasps, and it sent a wave of panic through him.

“Baby, please open the door,” he repeated, this time jiggling the handle. It was locked. His heart started racing. “I don’t want you to get hurt. Please, talk to me.”

The doctor’s warning rang in his head. “Stress isn’t good for her or the baby”. Jake felt like he’d failed you in the worst way possible.

“Y/n, I’m begging you.” he said, his voice cracking now, bordering on desperate. “I know I messed up. I shouldn’t have snapped. I shouldn’t have left like that. Please just let me in so I can fix this.”

He leaned his head against the door again, closing his eyes, listening for any sign of movement from you. “Baby..” he said softly, his throat tight.

Finally, he heard the faint sound of the lock clicking. He stepped back as the door opened just a crack, and there you were, your face streaked with tears, your eyes red and puffy. Jake didn’t wait. He stepped in quickly, pulling you into his arms as gently as he could. You didn’t resist, but your sobs didn’t stop either.

“I’m so sorry,” Jake whispered into your hair, holding you close as his fingers gently ran through your hair. His voice cracked with the weight of his guilt. “I was stressed, okay? I promise it won’t happen again.” He pulled back slightly, his hands cupping your face as he searched your eyes. “Come on, baby, don’t cry. I said I’m sorry. Please, don’t cry.”

Jake heart ached seeing you like this. The tears on your face, the way you looked so vulnerable, made him feel even worse. He gently cupped your face, his thumb tracing your cheek, wiping away your tears.

“Baby, please, talk to me.” His voice was soft, almost pleading. “I can’t stand seeing you like this.”

You shook your head, tears streaming down your face, and looked away, not wanting to meet his gaze. “I’m so ugly..” you sobbed, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jake pulled back slightly, just enough to look at your face, his eyes filled with confusion and concern. “Baby, what are you talking about?” His voice was softer now, trying to understand. “You’re not ugly. You’re beautiful, always.”

“I look like this.” you gasped between sobs. “and that’s why you’ve been so distant.”

Jake couldn’t understand how you could feel like that, how you could think he was pulling away because of something so ridiculous. “No, no, that’s not it.” he replied, lifting your chin gently so you’d meet his gaze.

You took a shaky breath, trying to calm yourself but struggling with the flood of emotions. “I look like this… my body’s changing, and you don’t look at me the same. That’s why you’ve been so distant, right? Because I’m not… I’m not who I was before.”

Jake’s chest tightened, and for a moment, he didn’t know how to respond. He gently wiped the tears from your face, his touch soft but full of emotion. “Y/n, you’re not ‘ugly.’ You’re carrying our baby. You’re doing something incredible, and you’re beautiful, inside and out. I’ve been distant, not because of you. It has nothing to do with you, baby.”

But then you whispered, voice shaking, “But you said that you were tired of me.”

Jake realized how deeply his earlier frustration had affected you. “Y/n…I never meant that. I was frustrated, and I said something I didn’t mean. I’m so sorry. I’m not tired of you, baby. I’m just… I’ve been stressed, and I took it out on you. That was wrong.” Jake’s own eyes were filled with regret as he kissed your forehead. “I love you. You’re everything to me. I’ve been an idiot, and I promise I’ll do better. Please don’t ever think you’re not enough.”

You took a shaky breath, wiping your nose with the back of your hand. “I just wanted something to eat. I didn’t want to bother you. I knew you were tired. But the craving was so strong, and I didn’t know what else to do.”

Jake’s expression softened at your words, and he pulled you closer, his hand gently rubbing your back. “I know, baby,” he whispered, his voice full of regret. “I know. I should’ve been more patient, I should’ve understood… I didn’t mean to make things worse.”

You stayed in Jake’s arms for a while. He gently rubbed your back, his hand moving in steady circles, while you buried your face in his neck taking in his natural scent. Jake used to always wear cologne but since the pregnancy, certain smells had made you feel sick, and his cologne had been one of the worst. You used to love the way it smelled, but now it would make your stomach twist. Jake, noticing how it had been bothering you, had started wearing it only in the car before work, so it didn’t linger around you.

Now, without the cologne, you could smell his natural scent instead. It was subtle but familiar, and it felt better—calming, even.

Jake’s hand paused for a moment on your back before he spoke. “Feeling a little better now?” he asked softly, his voice low but steady. You nodded against his neck, not moving away. He tilted his head slightly to look at you. “Do you still want to eat?” You nodded again, still resting against him.

Jake let out a small chuckle, the first hint of lightness in his voice all night. “Alright.” he said, brushing a hand over your hair. “Let’s eat, then.”

He grabbed the bag of food with one hand and reached for yours with the other. His grip was firm but gentle, and without saying anything more, he led you downstairs.

The house was quiet except for the faint hum of the fridge in the kitchen. He pulled out a chair for you at the table before setting the bag down and unpacking the food.

“Here it is..” he said, placing the container in front of you. “Still warm.”

“Thank you.” you said softly. Jake sat down next to you, watching as you opened the container with a small smile on your face. You tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, focused entirely on the meal in front of you. You took your first bite, sighing softly as the flavors hit you, and then, without thinking, you offered him a piece. “Want some?”

He shook his head, smiling. “No, it’s all yours.”

Jake leaned back slightly, his arms crossed as he watched you eat. His eyes lingered on you, taking in the way you savored each bite. He didn’t understand how you could be so insecure sometimes. To him, you were perfect—every part of you.

Sure, you had gained a little weight, but Jake found himself admiring you in a way he hadn’t before. There was something about how your body was changing, growing, and carrying his child. He couldn’t stop thinking about how undeniably sexy you looked like this. He often caught himself thinking about how much he loved seeing you like this, to the point where the thought of making you pregnant again crossed his mind more than once.

Jake shook the thought away, smiling to himself as he rested his chin in his hand. You glanced up at him between bites, raising an eyebrow. “What?”

“Nothing.” he said with a small grin.

You kept talking, rambling about something as you ate, and Jake found it a little cute. But then, as you grabbed your drink, his gaze unconsciously shifted to the way your lips wrapped around the straw. His heart skipped a beat, and he immediately bit his lip, quickly looking away, trying to shake off the feeling.

It had been a while since you two had been intimate, and he didn’t want to make things uncomfortable. Still, he couldn’t help but feel the attraction, even if it had been pushed aside for a while. Jake couldn’t deny that sometimes he just wanted to have you under him, your hands gripping the sheets, your body pressed against his. It was a feeling that came to him unexpectedly, even though he knew it wasn’t the right time. But Jake Jake had those days he’d come home feeling frustrated, horny, and ready to finally release, but you’d already be asleep. He hated the feeling of wanting you but not being able to do anything about it. So, instead of waking you, he’d sneak downstairs to the bathroom, hoping to get some relief on his own. As he did, all he could think about was how much he wished it was you touching him, the thought of your hands driving him crazy. But it was just him, alone.

Jake watched you finish your meal, he cleared his throat, pushing the thoughts aside. “You feel better now?” he asked, leaning back in his chair, trying to keep things casual.

You nodded, finishing the last bite. “Yeah, much better. Thanks for the food.”

Jake smiled, relief settling in. “Anytime, baby.” He reached over, giving your tight a gentle squeeze. “If you need anything else, just let me know.”

You both made your way upstairs in quiet steps, the familiar sound of your feet on the stairs the only noise between you. Once in the bedroom, Jake pulled back the covers and gestured for you to get in first. As you both settled into bed, Jake turned off the light and lay down beside you, the room dark except for the soft moonlight coming through the window. He reached out and pulled you closer, his hand resting gently on your back.

“Goodnight.” he murmured, his voice warm and calm.

“Goodnight.” you replied leaning closer and gave Jake a quick peck on the lips. It was simple, but it felt right.

Jake smiled softly. He pulled you in a little closer, his hand resting on your waits. “I needed that.” he said quietly, his voice warm.

You smiled back “I know.” you whispered, settling back against him, letting the night take over.

As you drifted off to sleep, Jake lay awake behind you, spooning you with his arm wrapped around your waist. You shifted slightly in your sleep, the soft movements only adding to his frustration. He felt himself getting hard in his pants. Closing his eyes, he took deep, slow breaths, wishing the sensation would fade, but the image of you sucking that drink just moments ago didn’t make it any easier.

As Jake carefully untangled himself and started to slide out of bed, the movement stirred you awake. You blinked, your groggy eyes catching his silhouette as he quietly made his way to the bathroom.

“Jake?” you murmured, your voice soft and heavy with sleep.

He froze in the doorway, turning slightly. “Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you. Go back to sleep.” he said, his voice low but strained.

You pushed yourself up on one elbow, your eyes narrowing slightly. “You okay?”

Jake hesitated, his hand resting on the doorframe. “Yeah.” he said quickly, though his body language said otherwise. “Just need a minute.”

You sat up fully now, your concern overriding your sleepiness. “Jake, what’s going on?”

Jake sighed, running a hand through his hair, his frustration evident. “I’m hard, okay? I’m super hard.” he admitted, the words tumbling out in a quiet, exasperated whisper.

You blinked at him, half-surprised and half-amused. “Are you going to jerk off?” you asked, your tone more curious than judgmental.

He let out a dry laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah… I guess? I didn’t want to bother you, so I thought—”

You cut him off, raising an eyebrow. “You thought sneaking off to the bathroom was the best plan?”

Jake shrugged, looking sheepish. “What else was I supposed to do?”

A small smirk tugged at your lips as you leaned back against the pillows. “You could’ve just woken me up, you know.”

His eyes widened slightly at your words, and for a moment, he just stood there, caught off guard by the shift in your tone. Jake’s lips parted as if to respond, but no words came out. He stood frozen in the doorway, processing your suggestion.

“You’re serious?” he finally asked, his voice uncertain, his eyes scanning your face for any hint of sarcasm.

You tilted your head, a hint of a smirk playing on your lips. “I wouldn’t have said it if I wasn’t.”

Jake hesitated for a moment longer, his grip on the doorframe tightening. Then, slowly, he turned back toward the bed, his expression shifting from doubt to cautious curiosity. “You sure you don’t mind?” he asked, his tone softer now, almost vulnerable.

You reached out, catching his wrist as he got closer. "I’m very sure.” you teased, giving his hand a gentle tug to pull him closer.

Jake exhaled a shaky breath, sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes meeting yours. His hand brushed against your thigh as he leaned in closer, his forehead nearly resting against yours. “You’re not making this any easier for me.” he said, his voice rough with need.

“Ups.” you replied simply, your fingers trailing up his arm. Jake let out a low chuckle, shaking his head as he leaned in, pressing his lips firmly against yours, his movements deliberate and unhurried, yet filled with the tension he’d been holding back. His hands gripped your waist, pulling you into his lap as you straddled him, the heat radiating from his body making it impossible to ignore his arousal.

You broke the kiss briefly, your breathing uneven as you met his gaze. His pupils were blown wide, his hands still resting firmly on your hips. Without a word, you reached between your bodies, your fingers brushing against the waistband of his pants.

Jake inhaled sharply, his muscles tensing under your touch. “You really don’t waste time, do you?” he muttered, his voice low and strained.

You smirked, tugging at the drawstring. “Let me take care of you”

His jaw clenched as you freed him from his pants, your hand wrapping around him without hesitation. Jake’s head fell back slightly, his breath escaping in a shaky exhale.

“You’re gonna drive me insane.” he managed to say, as he let you take control. Your hand moved, your fingers brushing against his hard cock beneath his boxers, earning a low, guttural groan from Jake.

Finally you pulled down his boxers, revealing him completely. His cock stood erect, straining towards you, and a bead of precum glistened at the tip. You wrapped your fingers around him, giving a slow stroke, and he let out a groaned. “Fuck, baby, you see how you get me?” he muttered, his voice low and rough, filled with frustration and need.

Jake’s hand moved with precision, gathering your hair into a makeshift ponytail as you knelt in front of him. His grip was firm but not too tight, keeping control as he guided your movements.

“Look at you,” he muttered, his voice thick with desire. “Choking yourself on it like that.”

Your hands rested on his thighs for balance as you pushed yourself deeper, the sensation making your eyes water, but you didn’t stop. His other hand cupped your jaw, his thumb brushing against your cheek as he watched you struggle to take him fully.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so fucking good at this.” Jake groaned, his head falling back for a moment before his eyes locked onto you again, his chest rising and falling heavily. Seeing you there, kneeling, flushed and focused, only drove him further. The thought of you carrying his baby again sent a fresh surge of arousal through him, making him harder than he thought was possible.

He missed this—missed you choking on him, completely at his mercy, and it only made him want you more.

“You’re beautiful, you don’t know what you do to me.” he muttered, his voice low and raw with emotion. “Especially knowing you’re already carrying a part of me.”

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you pulled back slightly, gasping for air before diving back in, your tongue working against him with purpose. The sound of his breathing grew heavier, his grip tightening on your hair as his hips bucked involuntarily.

“You’re gonna make me lose it.” he hissed through clenched teeth, his control slipping as he fought to hold himself back.

You kept swallowing, the knot in your throat tightening. You could see the muscles and the way his hands gripped the edge of the bed, knuckles white with effort. His jaw clenched, and he let out a guttural groan, his body trembling with the intensity of release. He pulled back just in time, as he finished, his warm cum painting your skin.

“Holy fuck.” he muttered, his chest heaving as he leaned back slightly, taking in the sight of you. He reached for a nearby towel, his touch soft as he wiped your face clean, the corners of his mouth lifting into a small, grateful smile.”You okay?” he asked, his tone gentler now, his hands lingering on your skin as if reluctant to let go. You nodded, still catching your breath as Jake gently cleaned you up.

Jake shifted slightly, leaning back against the headboard as he pulled you closer, he’s hands settled on your hips, pulling you into his lap. Jake looked at you with a mix of pride and affection, his thumb tracing absent patterns on your thigh.

“You drive me crazy, you know that?” he said, his tone softer now.

You smirked, resting your hands on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your palms. “I might have an idea.”

Jake let out a quiet laugh, his hands sliding up to your waist. “No, you don’t.” he said, his hand sliding up from your belly to your face, brushing your cheek with his thumb. “Seeing you like this, carrying my baby, makes me lose my damn mind.”

Jake’s gaze dropped to your swollen belly pressed against his chest, and his hand instinctively moved to rest on it. His thumb traced slow circles over the curve, his expression softening even more.

You felt your cheeks warm, but you couldn’t look away “Jake…” you started, but he cut you off, leaning in to press a slow, lingering kiss to your lips.

When he pulled back, his eyes searched yours, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “I love you.”

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

pleasant pile of pillows

kinktober, day eighteen

warnings: brother's best friend!james potter x reader, smut, secret relationship, cuddling, corruption kink, pillow humping, dry humping

word count: 714

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Blinking up at the door as you heard three soft knocks resonate, the visage of James’ face poking in couldn’t help but send butterflies soaring throughout your stomach. 

“Hey, may I come in?”

Hoping that your eyes weren’t too red and puffy, “sure,” you slowly unfurled yourself from the pleasant pile of pillows on your bed. 

Closing the door gingerly behind him, he then sat down next to you, “I come bearing gifts,” and conjured a small, red lollipop from his pocket. 

Exhausted smile blossoming upon your lips, you grasped the sucker, “thank you.” 

“Are you okay?” he asked as you unwrapped the candy and popped it into your mouth. 

“Yeah…” you picked up one of the numerous pillows and clutched it to your chest, “I’m really sorry about crying back there, I just can’t stand it when my brother talks to me like that, like I’m just a child… I’m only two years younger than him, but somehow, he thinks I stopped ageing after the age of ten.”

“Hey, I get it,” he attempted to catch your gaze, “if I had a brother who talked to me the same way, then I’d probably cry too.”

“No, you wouldn’t,” a soft giggle bubbled out of you. 

“I most certainly would! Like a baby!” his chuckle mixed and mingled with yours for but a second before he offered tenderly, “I’ll talk to him-”

“No, please don’t,” you reached out and grazed his forearm, “because then it’ll just seem like you-”

“I what?” he raised his eyebrows challengingly, “like you?” 

Letting out a low exhale as a shiver promptly ran down your spine, “you know he would hate you if he found out you saw me as more than just his little sister, right?”

Reaching out his fingers, he gingerly grasped the stick that stuck out from between your lips, “I don’t care,” eyes locked on your mouth, he slowly retraced the lollipop, only to push it back inside. You were none the wiser to how lewd the motion appeared, simply blinked back at him, solely fixated on the declaration he’d just uttered. Bottom lip lightly encaptured between his teeth, he let go of the sucker and redirected his gaze up to your eyes, “can I stay here while you rest?” his tender touch descended down your arm till his fingers weaved with your own. 

With a light nod of your head, “please,” you wrapped your arms around his neck in a warm hug. 

Sloping back down onto the mattress, James intuitively slotted in behind you, one arm draped over your waist. 

“What if he notices you’re gone?” you asked nervously, wiggling slightly to get more comfortable, the leg you weren’t lying on consequently flinging gently over the firm pillow sprawled out directly in front of it on the bed. 

“He’s knee-deep in some annoying boss battle in the game he’s trying to beat,” James’ hand ghosted over your form, nearly tickling you with soft, soothing circles, “he wouldn’t notice if the house was set on fire. You just rest, don’t worry about him.”

As his hands roamed your curled-up form in a comforting dance, the sensation nearly lulled you to sleep. 

Nearly. 

Because when his fingers began to more frequently skim over your thigh, going far enough to notice the pillow lodged beneath it, he suddenly grabbed a hold of the cushion and wedged it even further up between your legs. 

The stationary plush by itself was enough friction against your clothed clit for you to suck in a sharp breath, but it didn’t stop there, as with a fist tight around the corner, James began to rut it against you. 

Letting out a soft whimper, it felt like you were floating on a cloud, and when his face then nuzzled against your neck, your hips couldn’t help but bashfully rock back against the pillow. 

“James…” you whined wispily, the cherry lollipop nearly falling from your slackened jaw. 

“Hm…” his voice vibrated against the rapid pulse on your neck, pelvis behind you grinded a bit closer, driving his hardness against the softness of your ass. 

“Y-you’re-”

“It’s okay, love,” a fluttering kiss grazed the shell of your ear as he tugged the cushion harder against your throbbing centre, “just let me help you feel better…”

© 2023 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[occamstfs]

Tenor Troubles

Masculinization spurred by a going from a Tenor to a Bass, bit of an odd one but hope you enjoy! -Occam

Max probably should have read his contract more closely. He knew that grad students across the board were getting shafted, but the agreement he has with the College of Fine Arts was some next level exploitation. He prided himself on his voice, being able to sing higher than even most of the Altos he has previously studied alongside. But his degree plan on the already signed contract suggests he is going to be enrolled as a Bass in the graduate program. Clearly there has been some misunderstanding that he’ll just need to work out with the department.

He knocks on the door of his advising professor and without waiting for a come in he bursts through the doors to see the man who is both his boss and professor staring at him less than pleased. Max’s face reddens in embarrassment and before he can even open his mouth to speak, Dr. Reyes addresses him.

“Maxwell is it. I trust you have a reason for barging into my office? I ask that you take more care towards decorum in the future.”

Max stumbles through an apology before getting to the matter at hand. “Y- yes of course I’m so sorry doctor it won't happen again, I swear.” He raises his eyes to his professor’s stern gaze, flinching back slightly as he goes on, “it’s just that, um, it looks like there was some kind of mix-up with my enrollment, I mean clearly you can tell I’m a Tenor right?” He raises his tone slightly and smiles awkwardly as he tries to make it clear to the man across from him that he certainly does not have the range.

Dr. Reyes rubs his beard, briefly covering his own mouth and wiping a smile from his face. “Well now Maxwell, there does seem to be a mismatch between your vocal training, and your preferred classes and yada yada,” waving his hands dismissively as Max’s face stains a deeper shade of scarlet by the second. Reyes goes on, “I'll see what I can do but all these changes take time If you must change your plan it’ll be at least a week. Until then if you could see to it that you fulfill the TA demands asked of you and attend your classes hm? You are under contract are you not?” The image of his signature at the bottom of contract feels burned into his retinas as he starts to reply, “well yes but-” An alarm goes off on the professor’s desk. “Very well Maxwell, if you would excuse me.”

Dr. Reyes makes his way to the next class smiling as he too thinks of the fine print of Maxwell's contract. ‘The student will become what the program asks of him.’ What a dunce one must be to sign that without an inquiry. Giving one last glance behind him to see the small student shaking with rage at the series of events, veins appearing to bulge out of his neck as he thinks about chasing after his professor, almost taking a step before grasping at his head. Max doubles over and grunts, after a painful second he rises once more and sees his advising professor enter a classroom. He exhales through his nose and walks to the concert hall with the undergraduate Bass students, the course he is, both legally and otherwise, compelled to assist with. 

The Next Week

Max is inches away from just dropping out. He was well-prepared to be constantly stressed from grad school but the wrench of working with students who don’t respect him and professors that are expecting him to sing alongside the rest of these professional bassists, it’s impossible! Dr. Reyes must be doing some sick joke on him, there is no reason it should be so difficult to fix this! He shouldn’t be graded for the university’s mistake. Beyond the looming threat of flunking these courses for his inaptitude he is also constantly hungry. His stomach rumbles and sends pangs through his body as he sits through each course on vocal instruction. He succumbs to stress-eating assuming one plate must fall and it may as well be his waistline.

Every time he indulges in his hunger he finds weight almost immediately piles on. Alongside his meticulously honed falsetto he has always enjoyed just how tight and small he kept his twinkish figure, though this begins to slip as he finds himself straining his tight pants and his stomach showing through his button ups.

The final issue lies precisely in his private vocal practice, in lieu of the training his program should guarantee. As he goes about practicing the arias and vocalizations that he typically uses as warmups he finds himself struggling to hit the highest notes. He works his way through them slowly and slips up, finding his range is peaking out much lower than it ever should. He grimaces and refuses to deign and see if his range has increased in the other direction. He goes note by note, taking his time to feel the stress and vibrations of his vocal chords. Reaching the pinnacle of the piece he strains to hit the high note and his voice promptly cracks. He feels a tear. He coughs and gasps for air concerned that he has truly injured himself. 

When no blood or further pain reveals itself Max finally clears his throat and drinks a glass of water. He tests his voice, “Uhhhh-” forcing his hand over his mouth before even getting a full syllable out. Eyes watering as he hears his voice is unmistakably deeper than it was not a minute ago. This spurs him to action as he storms to the college and bangs on the door of Dr. Reyes.

For his part Reyes is sitting at the desk finishing an email and grinning as he hears the banging grow only more fervent at his door. He finishes his email almost laughing at how effective he is at controlling the man at the door. Knock as he may he could not storm in if he wanted to, as he must desperately. Closing his laptop and reaching to grab a tea bag from within his desk he calls to allow Max entry, “Do come in Maxwell.”

Stomping into the room, unaccustomed to the new weight he carries, which Dr. Reyes is all too pleased to notice. He takes a deep breath as he prepares to shout at the professor, his chest growing as his already prodigious lungs expand. Before finishing though Reyes raises a finger and strikes him passive and mute. “Now Max, why don’t you have a seat.” He clenches his hands with a furor and sits, stewing in his mind while also rapt with attention. “How have you been liking your classes?” Max continues to sit silently watching as the prepare a pot of tea, beginning to forget his ire as he looks on in confusion at the man. Reyes turns once more and rolls his eyes, “Well go on.”

Shaking out of it Max finally starts clearing his throat a few times hoping the voice he has worked so hard to protect and train will return “I, ugh- Sorry it’s ugh!” Dr. Reyes leans against his desk and steeps the tea bag, eyebrows raised with a thin smile on his face. Failing to speak as he so wishes the rage returns to Max and he shouts out, “It’s my fucking voice! I came here to learn and all these classes are just a waste of my fucking time!”

Reyes pours the tea into a large mug and sets it in front of his student, “Now now, if you were having voice problems why didn’t you just say so Max. I am a professional after all! Have some of this and I’m sure it will set you right as rain.” The professor watches as Max grasps the mug and stares into it. He remembers that Reyes was already preparing it when he came in. But it’s not as if his advisor would do something truly untoward right? Sensing the hesitation Dr. Reyes’ eyes darken and he commands, “I did say to drink it did I not.”

Max quickly raises the glass and sips. His eyes remain dark and he continues, “what seems to be the problem with your voice young Maxwell?” Taking a break from drinking he starts to explain all of his troubles to the man who should be looking out for him. Gesturing to his clearly larger body, Reyes notices beyond the weight gain that the sitting man is adjusting himself as his pants begin to grow even tighter, his ankles growing exposed as if his legs were lengthening. 

He continues to stumble onward with his recollection, forgetting what exactly bothered him enough to storm in. Reyes half-listens and takes care to refill the tea cup as needed, taking in the physical changes to the man rambling and wondering just how far they will be able to go. Eventually Reyes speaks up, “you were having trouble with your voice, yes Maxwell?”

Max’s eyes glimmer with recognition and he almost jumps with a start, “Yes! That was it I couldn’t sing the part I auditioned with in Nessun Dorma and I was-” His professor interrupts as he takes a big swing at Max’s psyche, “Is that so? What were you doing singing that Maxwell, that’s for tenors.” As if a grenade went off in his mind Max struggles to reconcile and remember what his problem was, did he not audition as a Tenor? But he couldn’t sing high to save his life right? Or no. 

Reyes watches as Max’s brow grows sweaty in his inner struggle. He physically raises the cup to Max’s mouth helping him finish the entire pot of tea. Confident that the man before him is far enough gone to only latch on his words, Reyes offers him a bone, “which side of your range are you struggling with boy.” Feeling emasculated by the professor infantilizing him he feels an urge to test his lower range. Reyes sees the resolve in Max’s eyes and challenges him, “Go on, sing your lowest note, now.” Max takes a deep breath and produces a sonorous note sustaining it far better than he would have ever expected himself to. 

Reyes smiles and shoots to plant another seed, “Well now Maxwell, I’m not quite sure what the problem is then. Your range seems to be what any trained Baritone’s should be.” The word Baritone echoes through Max’s head as he once more grows paralyzed in his own mind. He ekes out a “B- Baritone?” his voice cracking even deeper as he freezes. Reyes watches as his eyebrows knit together in confusion, they seem to grow thicker as they near each other.

Vocal range and masculinity don’t inherently match one-to-one but the professor is more than happy to allow it, staring as the weight from Max’s stomach begins to slightly redistribute itself, it slides up his chest, straining the buttons near his collar. Reyes shifts to look at Max’s face, eyes lingering on the Adam's apple making itself unmissable on his neck. He sees peach fuzz growing on Max’s upper lip and sideburns. Thoroughly pleased with the acceleration he has achieved today an alarm once more goes off on his phone and he readies to send his protege off. 

“Maxwell dear, I thank you for your patience. Of course I know that you’d prefer to be with the other Baritone student’s though I am sure you are learning valuable information working outside your comfort zone hm? I’m sure we’ll have this snafu fixed by next week.” Max just stares in a stupor as he stares at his professor, the empty mug of tea still in his hand before he sets it down to scratch at his tighter shirt. Dr. Reyes offers him a kerchief to wipe the drool from his mouth as he leads him out of his office, “Why don’t you try your warm ups, I’m sure they’ll set you right as rain.” 

Just as he did last time he takes one last look at his growing student as he begins to wander down the hall, his pants swiftly turning from slacks to tight capris. He hears the echo of the man humming to himself as he walks down the hallway to his own office hours. He’ll need to be ready for whatever his Bass performance students need right? Can’t have them out showing him even if he’s still working outside his comfort zone. Just one more week of this and he’ll get to show off to the Baritones, once more with his choral cohort.

The Next Week

Dr. Reyes stays abreast of how his star pupil is doing this week. He visits during private lessons and checks into lectures on music theory and rehearsals. He hears the man force his voice to be stronger. After any challenge he hears the man force himself to be louder. When struggling with curriculum, surely impeded by the doctor’s manipulation, he clutches at his head as his body surges larger, tightening clothes that were already sizes too large when he started his education here.

He sees Max looking at his reflection in the mirror of a practice room. He checks his beard from every angle, tilting his head up to see his large Adam's apple and smirks watching it vibrate as he hums. He unbuttons yet another button of his shirt, allowing an even greater view of his pecs as thick chest hair spills outward. Reyes hears his voice power through the soundproofed room as he approaches. He has clearly decided to leave Baritone behind without any prodding as he endeavors to show off his talents despite ostensibly singing to himself. 

Dr. Reyes knocks on the door of the practice room and like an eager dog Max falls over himself to answer it. He now stands taller than his professor whose head now lies directly at the hairy pecs spilling from his opened shirt. Max’s eyes glimmer as he looks down to the smug face of the professor. He quickly sits down to lower himself below the doctor and eagerly awaits whatever is soon to spill from Reyes’ mouth.

“I must say Maxwell, you have truly outdone yourself. Truly you hold one of the most powerful Bass voices I have heard in my time.” Max sits quietly, his heart racing with excitement from such kind words. He struggles to stay silent, lest he speak out of turn, though he cannot hide the rumble in his chest as his deep breaths accelerate. The doctor struggles to keep it together as he sees a pulse in the unmistakable, currently growing, bulge in Max’s pants. He briefly wonders if he’s gone too far, before looking back to the man’s face, seeing his eyes still staring directly into him waiting.

Perhaps he can go farther. “Is it not a shame though, my dear Max, that you’re not a true Basso Profundo?” There is a loud tear in the room as Max’s body surges larger. He shoots up inches more in height revealing a hairy stomach and pubes that already spill beyond the bounds of his pants. Reyes hears a catch in his student’s breath and watches as his Adam's apple bulge even further from his throat. His cock bursts the zipper of his pants and Max moans loud and deep enough for the professor to feel it in his chest. Reyes can’t take his eyes from the hair covering his chest grows even darker, curling as each strand grows thicker.

Before losing control of himself and his desires Dr. Reyes forces one last statement through Max’s mind, “You know the department has always wanted a basso profundo coach. How would you feel about being an assistant professor, Max?” In response Max can only sit in awe as a look of what can only be described as pleasure stains his face, mouth lolling open as his eyes grow crossed. His hands clench the sides of his chair as he struggles to not lose control over himself and the professor. Thinking of staining the practice room only makes it more difficult to keep it together. 

Reyes feels a hunger within himself as he stares down at the massive man seconds away from cumming all over himself. In time he too will only know Max as the powerful man he is now. At this juncture however the doctor sneaks out of the practice room and heads to return to his office to prepare for office hours, what kind of a professor would he be if he wasn’t there for his pupils after all. 

Walking down the hallway he hears the man in the practice room lose control, his voice echoing down the hall before hearing him run out and to the nearest bathroom. He prioritizes increasing the soundproofing of the practice rooms before turning to see the new Assistant Professor sprint down the hallway towards the nearest restroom. Struggling to move swiftly or quietly in his far-too-strained clothing. Reyes returns to the desk and smiles once more to himself as he thinks of a future for himself, his program, and his new star Basso Profundo, before hearing yet another knock at the door. 

“Do come in.”

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Office hours

Summary: Harry Styles is your part-time boss and full-time boyfriend, which makes office hours interesting.

Word count: +2k

Content warning: fluff and sexual content and more fluff (m receiver)

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"I need these tasks by the end of the day, you think you could do that? They are urgent.” Your boss, Mr. Styles, asked you, standing against the doorframe of your office. You momentarily looked up to see the small pile of files in his hand, right before looking down at your computer screen and nodding with compliance.

"Sure. I'll start once I'm done with this."

"Good, thank you.” He flashed you a funny smile.

He found the sight in front of him quite endearing. You were so focused on whatever it was on the other side of your computer screen that your nose scrunched and the glasses that rested on top of it looked like they would slip off anytime soon. Although you were in no hurry to put them back up again.

Harry used your lack of attention to his advantage and proceeded to look behind him and around the corridor before entering your office and closing the door behind him. He left the files on one corner of your desk and walked over to your side. His hand stretched enough to grab the armrest of your chair and pull you to him, his body flexed forward so that your faces were at the same height. He had now fully entered your field of vision and the playful smirk on his lips told you he was up to no good.

"I'm working...,” you mumbled.

He chuckled, "So? It's not like l've never stolen a kiss from you at work."

You shook your head, smiling, and indicated for him to move forward.

He definitely did not make that cheeky move for just a kiss, but he was getting just that until your working hours were done.

There was no way you were risking it.

He might be your boss and so your chances of getting fire for something like that were void, but your reputation was just as important. And no woman who hooked up with her boss gave off any good impressions in the business world.

Harry did as indicated and closed the space between you two. He pressed his mouth to yours in a sweet and slow kiss that made you all giggly. Nothing quite like the touch of his lips to forget about all the excels and transactions that still required your attention. In that precise instant you wished you could give it all of it to him. Push your work aside and give all your attention to him.

When he pulled away, he had a big smile on, one of those that showed his adorable dimples, which were enough for you to want to keep on kissing him until your lips became red and sore. But you were at work, and anyone could come in at any moment and find out about you two.

That would be a disaster.

Ever since you started dating some months back, almost a year now, you knew your relationship had to be hidden or your position at the company would be compromised. Not because relationships between colleagues were forbidden, but because you had to maintain a standing that was worthy of respect, and if people knew you were involved with your boss in any kind of way, it'd be very difficult for you to do so. Harry understood that, and so he made sure to make things easy for you at work most of the time. Today being an exception, apparently.

"Let me know when you're finished. I'll be in my office waiting to drive you home," he spoke, and kissed you on your cheek before walking out of the room.

Funny how he expected you to get back to work and concentrate as if nothing after an interruption like that.

By 9:30 p.m. you were finally done. All your tasks for the day were completed, so you grabbed your purse and the folder where you always saved important files, and made your way to Harry's office.

The entire floor was empty. You two were the only ones remaining there, which was the main reason why his door was fully open.

You were about to knock on one side just to inform him you were ready to go, but stopped mid-way.

His face had that one frown he did whenever he was on his peek of concentration. The first two buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned; the knot of his tie undone, meaning he had been a bit under pressure for the past couple of hours.

You stayed there a few seconds, quietly taking in the image in front of you, until he noticed your stare. He smiled before lifting his face to look at you. "All done?"

"All done," you nodded and walked towards the couple of chairs that were in front of his desk.

You left your purse and the files he had previously asked you for on his table. However, instead of taking a seat, you played your uno reverse card and walked behind him. When his back was to your chest you dug your fingers on his shoulders strategically to help him release the tension you knew he was feeling. He closed his eyes almost right away, finally relaxing after a long exhausting working day.

You had barely seen each other except for when he stopped by your office, not even to grab lunch or a coffee together, but you two preferred it that way to not arose suspicion.

"I've missed you.” You passed your arms around his shoulders and placed a suggestive kiss to his cheek.

"You have?" he murmured a bit distracted, finishing typing a few things on his computer. However, no matter how busy or caught up he was in his work, he could always tell your needs and intentions. He then put the screen down and turned his body around on his swivel chair so that he could face you.

You nodded, and proceeded to sit on his lap, your legs hanging on one side of his waist. You passed an arm around his shoulders, holding yourself to him, and took the chance to play with the curls on his nape.

The palms of his hands rested on your lower back and the outside of your thigh, pulling you to him, and it didn't take you long to kiss him, this time allowing your tongues to take part. The time of the day where you two reunited and shared your company had arrived, and neither of you liked to waste any second on getting as close as possible.

So you didn't.

Your fingers buried in the back of his hair, slowly pulling at it, and when a small moan escaped from his lips you realised you got the desired effect. You moved from his lips to his neck, dragging your mouth down his exposed skin, causing him goosebumps.

"Love...," Harry warned, as you felt him getting hard under you.

"Shh," you replied, kissing him on the mouth again, this time with even more desire.

Your hands soon traveled down his shirt and cautiously rubbed his crotch, causing another moan to scape from his parted lips.

You started unbuttoning his shirt from bottom to top, until he was completely shirtless in front of you, a few of his tattoos showing off for your eyes only.

He gulped, and then grabbed you by your elbow, stopping you. By the way he was looking at you, his eyes sparkling, his cheeks blushed and his mouth slightly opened, you knew he was feeling needy.

"No games, Y/N" he mumbled in a pleading tone, meaning he wanted you to keep going only if you were willing to go all the way till the end. He was in pain, and as much as he liked when you teased him, he physically couldn't get up and leave his office just like that, not after the boner you had caused him.

"I know, baby. I'll take care of it," you assured him, and started leaving kisses on his chest and all the way down to his waist, where you unbuttoned his suit pants. He slightly lifted his hips so that you were able to pull down both his pants and boxers in one go, which ended up at his feet. His pretty thighs were uncovered in front of you and, like every time you had seen them naked, you had the urge to kiss them. They looked so strong but soft at the same time...

"Love, please" Harry begged you, needing you down there as soon as possible.

"I'm going... I'm going, baby. Let me just enjoy your thighs a bit first," you replied, giggling. He silently nodded and closed his eyes to concentrate on the feeling of your lips against his skin rather than his aching erection.

You left small wet kisses all over them, your lips softly touching his skin, while he held his breath with every touch. He liked it a lot whenever you did that, it always turned him on, but his crotch needed you so bad right there and then that he was not being able to enjoy it as much.

Noticing his desperation, you soon replaced your lips with your hands and positioned yourself between his thighs, right before looking at Harry and giving him a quick glance, letting him know you were going in. He nodded, closing his eyes and tensing a bit until he felt your lips around him. You sucked on his sensitive skin while his eyes remained closed, his hands tightly grabbing the armrests to his sides, small moans coming out of his pink lips whenever he was not biting at them. If he continued to do so he would make himself bleed.

He was not very into talking or praising while doing intimate stuff, but his body language made sure to speak on his behalf. You were always able to figure out how he was feeling, if you needed to speed it up or slow it down, just by the way the muscles on his body tensed and his chest and hips raised.

The moment you felt his thighs trembling and his abdomen contracting, you knew he was ready to come. You gave a squeeze to his knee as an indicator for him to release, and soon enough your mouth was filled with his liquid.

"Fuck," he cursed, tilting his head back and fully resting it against the back of his chair. You gulped down the remains of him. An overwhelmed smile slowly made its way to his lips. "Fuck, baby. That mouth really does wonders." You couldn’t help but chuckle at his words of fascination. "Don’t laugh, it’s true. C'mere."

"Don't know if wonders is the word, but this mouth can definitely get you off."

"You wanna know what else it should do right now?" You rose both eyebrows, wanting him to continue. "Kiss me."

You shot him a giddy smile.

You quickly helped him get cleaned up and dressed again, and then he grabbed you by your waist and sat you astraddle on his lap, where he pressed your mouths together as soon as your faces were close to one another.

You stayed there, your arms around his shoulders while his where around your back once again; your face hidden in the crook of his neck as he kissed your hair every now and then, until it got pretty late and it was time for you both to go home.

You started making your way to the exit, leaving his office behind as you walked down the hallway.

"Come sleep at mine?" Harry softly asked you. His strong hand held yours, while the other grabbed his briefcase. You turned to see him. "I wanna be able to hold you all night," he continued, and graciously pulled at your arm to bring you to him so he could mischievously whisper in your ear: "Maybe even return the favour and make you come tonight."

"Mm-hm," you nodded, stupidly smiling against his neck as you accepted the invitation.

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Okay!! So!! Blah posted art of library monster Maxim so I am going to do a little bit writing for the au here on Tumblr bc why not!!

Context that you barely need due to the fact it won't be mentioned or be important:

• it is an isekai au! Pretty classic isekai stuff! VR-LA was a guy in a normal modern world, he liked a video game, something happened and he ended up in the game's world! Simple stuff, he runs off from home, starts the adventure from the game, cheeses some stuff with his knowledge. He's having a great time mostly.

• Maxim was a npc and optional boss fight! He was in the library, enforced its rules, etc. he just there, he has mechanical bugs as library assistants. He was well loved by the fandom, by his designer, by his two voice actors, by the writers, etc. he did willingly make himself this, but some of the negative effects weren't intentional, and he did not do it for mentally healthy reasons.

• the old crew are explorers and MR-SN dies at a certain time in the game unless you do a bunch of a side quests and explore a lot of places first. It was a meme bc most people don't do that or even talk to them enough to care, so learning about it every playthrough became just funny. VR-LA joins them after saving the world!

Anyway none of that matters bc this is just going to be about VR-LA and Maxim in the library. Writing time

CW repeated mention of blood and injury

VR-LA had a very specific routine each time he returned to the library. He cleaned off his boots outside, ensuring he brought in as little mud as possible from dragging himself through the desolate wilds around it. He stepped inside and removed his outer coat in the entryway, folding it and placing it into his bag, attempting to look presentable. He made sure any of his louder items were tucked away so any clanking, clicking, ticking, or chiming was kept to a minimum. Each step so he wouldn't break any of the rules of the library.

Today though, he couldn't. Snow was piling up outside the door, his sides aching from wounds that potions made harmless, his outer coat stuck to his vest from dried blood, his legs feeling like they may give out from lack of break and hours of movement. He stumbled to the first door, pressing his hand against the knocker which sat at the center, made to be in the shape of the same sort of monster as the library's protector. After a second, the ring within the mouth of the decoration knocked against the door on its own, and VR-LA heard a subtle click. Hopefully Maxim wouldn't mind VR-LA resting in only the entryway before he straightened up, VR-LA wasn't sure if he could handle that fight in this state.

VR-LA pulled the door open, immediately feeling a rush of warm air from within. He hurried into the entryway, pulling the door shut behind him. He sat on the floor, pulling his backpack off his shoulder. The game always made travelling like that seem so easy.

There was buzzing from above him, most likely one of the assistants coming to examine the guest. VR-LA rather hoped Maxim would be too busy to greet him immediately, even if that was unlikely. He leaned his head back against the wall, squinting up at the large mechanical bee. It turned away, going through a hexagon passageway built too high up the wall for a human to ever go through and deeper into the library.

VR-LA took a deep breath, his eyes feeling heavy from exhaustion. If he stayed leaning back like this, he probably wouldn't be able to stay awake. He pushed himself to sit up straighter, focusing on his coat and vest first. He wouldn't be able to remove them separately in their current state, so his vest would have to be unbuttoned first. He was lucky the blood wasn't his own or the shirt would have had to go too.

There was a loud slam of the door at the other end of the entryway, startling VR-LA right as his cold hands managed to get through the first button. And he was quickly up in the air, teeth holding onto the back of his coat. "VR-LA." Maxim growled. Today's the day. Today's the day Maxim throws VR-LA out forever. Maxim was carrying him into the library as he spoke in a rather muffled manner. "I have potions within my nest. Once your injuries are dealt with, we will discuss the cause-"

Oh! "I had a potion for them an hour ago, this blood isn't mine." VR-LA replied awkwardly.

"So you had been injured?"

"Yes?"

"Then it is a requirement you rest." Maxim dropped VR-LA onto a random couch, one far too tiny for the monster to put himself on, given he was almost as large as the elephants of VR-LA's original world. His sat on the ground in front of VR-LA, using his front paws to adjust VR-LA surprisingly nimbly, like he was more of a doll than a person, before VR-LA himself even got the chance to. Large claws were unbuttoning his vest more nimbly than his own could've, Maxim squinting to get the good look he needed. "How long were you in the cold while dressed like this?" Maxim asked, the beans of his paws briefly brushing against VR-LA's side as he tried to check under the vest to confirm VR-LA's words.

"Most of today?"

"It is nearly night and that is not nearly enough for the snow. The fabric is too thin." And with that, Maxim draped a wing over VR-LA. Soft feathers brushed against his face and sides, the rich coppers and browns of them glittering slightly in the light. "It will do your journey no good to die of cold."

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The air inside the vent wasn't as stuffy as Inosuke had imagined. It was definitely narrower in there than the movies depicted it, but that wasn't an issue to him. As long as he had room to wiggle, he could keep inching forward – or rather, downwards.

The drafts were gradually cooling down as Inosuke continued his descent. So not only was there another mansion underground, but people lived in it? Or perhaps the cold was more akin to the inside of a fridge. Was this some sort of giant storage space? Was he about to uncover several loads of piled meats and caracasses?

Inosuke chased the thought from his mind. Now wasn't the time to be distracted by an elusive piece of steak.

He followed the sources of the voices, feeling a frown carve into his features as he recognized one of them. A fridge was no pleasant place to have a nice little conversation with an old friend. As he approached the voices, he spotted the thin slits in the vents, allowing him to try and look down into the room below.

A draft of warmer air rolled across his body, urging him to stop moving.

"Oi! Someone opened the vent here!" A gruff voice reached Inosuke's ears from afar, eerily cavernous as it resonated down the metal walls. "Check with the maid! She must've let someone in!"

The rest of the conversation didn't reach the boy's ears. He heard the sound of hurried steps, sending air swirling downwards into the vents. The guards must have run to catch the woman who had opened the door.

There was a thud, and a shriek.

"I-I swear there was no one there!" The maid cried, trying to pry the burly man's fingers from around her throat. "I opened the door, and no one was there! It was probably some... some prankster or something! Because the outside gate was open... to let the visitors in!"

The guards exchanged a confused glance.

"Hah? Visitors? There's only one visitor in there, and he's already downstairs with the Boss! You're lying, woman!"

Tears formed at the corners of the maid's eyes. She gasped for air, her form pitifully shoved against the wall.

"There was another... in the car... I overheard... Mei-chan..." Her eyes rolled back into her skull. "A child..."

The woman's unconscious form was unceremoniously dumped to the ground. The guard who held her immediately crouched by the vent, and sized it up with an arm.

"Tch. The child's gotta be a shrimp, if it can fit in there."

Shrimp or not, this was bad. The guard could already see his yearly bonus fly away from his grasp for allowing a brat inside the storage rooms – not to mention that this vent would lead him directly into the room that doubled as a holding cell. The man thought of sending a smoke bomb down the vent, but that would mean contaminating the air of every room below. No, it was best to leave the kid in there.

"I dunno how the brat got here... but it sure ain't getting any further."

The vent's grid snapped shut with a loud clang, as a maniacal grin tugged at the man's features. He gestured for his colleague to follow him down the stairs to the basement, hands already wrapped around his handgun. There was still time to salvage this.

In the meantime, Inosuke had finally looked down into the slits. The scene he discovered tore a snicker from his lips. Oh, rainbow-eyes would not be giving him lessons about wearing "appropriate" clothes ever again.

Market? So they are selling meat after all! Inosuke jubilated. Oh, he would be taking some samples home with him, he decided while he observed the young man's reaction. Inosuke was rather surprised to see that smirk momentarily fade from his features. Could this bastard be planning to keep all the meat to himself?!

Clang. The grid's sudden rattle had Inosuke knock his head against the roof of the vent.

Before the guests coud pay too much attention over their heads, there was loud banging at the door. Shouting voices bellowed from behind the wall, until the door was flung open and the two guards barged in.

Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang.

A stupefied silence followed the bodyguard's shots. They had left holes in several joints of the vent, towards the edges of the metal plates. The grid was the first to detach, and crash down in an comically loud clang.

Several more seconds ticked by, allowing for an appropriate reaction of outrage from those inside the room... until the fragilized vent opened like a snake's slit stomach, and poured its writhing contents right onto the prisoner.

Alive, undigested, but very much discombobulated... and bleeding.

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'Why would I ever do business with a good for nothing scammer like you?'

A PREGNANT PAUSE FILLS THE ROOM on the wake of those harrowing words; Uncle Sano's chair groans and the man leans back with a contemptuous smirk. Dōma's face wrinkles, almost alluding to a pout — one that never quite settles as soon enough the young guru is back to poking and prodding. Albeit this time, something knowing creeps into his tone.

❝ Because I can get you something no one else can. ❞ The air is laden with wary anticipation; the goons that stand in mild disbelief of the audacity they've been made witness to and swallow their gasps when there's no repercussions from the old mobster. Uncle Sano merely squints, his fluffy brows shooting up and palms rest expectantly over his cane. Dōma sees a green light; he's quick to lean back in turn, almost as if merely acting like the tension loosened will make it a reality. Prismatic eyes roll back to the guards.

❝ Have you guys opened the box you found in my personal items yet? ❞ The silence confirms it. And Uncle Sano seems notably more intrigued now; his beady gaze confesses it, he's seen what's inside that box and he's holding back on the questions. Letting his dear 'nephew' dig his own grave as expected. And Dōma continues unpertrubed, the curl to his lips only growing more mischievous. ❝ Well, don't bother running it through the labs. It's 'Blue Spider Lilly'. ❞

Quiet. The men in the room tense up. Sano's lashes barely flutter a few times, a resting frown on his weathered features.

" How do I know you're not lying ? "

❝ Oh, come on, Uncle. You wanna feed these guys a pill right now and see what happens? ❞ Dōma giggles effervescently and one of the guards scowls at him in turn. The mobster remains unpertrubed.

" Why bring it to me? Why not push it into the market yourself? "

❝ Are you kidding me? That's not the kind of thing you can just start off a business with. You've got the connections ready. And the means. ❞ And with that he settles, content that he's said his piece. The older man's face seems indecipherable to anyone but Dōma, whose smile deepens, convinced that all went according to his plan and the big revelation it had all relied on played out exactly as expected. Only an idiot would pass up on the deal to circulate the profoundly elusive drug that's hardly out on the market yet. A medicine said to cure all ailments... made from a mystical bloom that was once rumored to grant immortal life. In other words, it would do numbers in parties. And not just the unhinged raves Dōma himself often attended.

❝ So, here's what I'm thinking. You can consider our interpersonal debts settled and we get to turn the page. I know you had your grievances with Chichi, but I don't think he's going to be paying you back for anything any time soon, honestly. ❞ He shrugs, voice softening in a darling fashion. ❝ But with me you, exclusively, get the supply from its source. And all I ask for in turn is small commission, like, say thirty percent of the supply. ❞

" To deal in your little group? " Uncle Sano's face wrinkles with puzzlement.

❝ For personal use. ❞ Dōma winks. It has the old mobster gargling a laugh.

" Ha! Ah-ha-ha-ha! You've got a mouth on you, young man. And how are you profiting by cutting yourself out of the network? Don't tell me you're looking to go clean, nephew. " There's a measure of contempt in the tone that, for once, seems to rattle the youngster a bit. If someone were to peer through those little crevisces in the vents, they may have caught a glimpse of Dōma's face momentarily stilling — the gleam in his eye attesting to something darker. It's the only moment he has shown any glimmer of hesitation and he knows it won't go by unnoticed.

But to speak that man's name would guarantee him the slow and painful death he has kept evading.

❝ Let's just say it is in my best interest that this thing becomes the new 'snow'. ❞

" Mm��� "

Uncle Sano had been about to lean a little closer forth, when something of a rattle from the ceiling had his men look up simultaneously.

[headkiss]

Hey!! how are u? Could i request a steve x shy! reader fic where she’s just having an anxiety filled day but doesn’t say anything cause she doesn’t want to burden steve and it ends up leading to an anxiety attack and steve comforts her through it?

hiiii thank u sm for requesting!!! i wrote this with what i know personally, but i know anxiety isn’t the same for everyone so feel free to request other scenarios, too <33 | 0.8k, hurt/comfort, tw anxiety and panic attack

It’s been a horrible, horrible day.

Every noise has been getting to you, every thought much louder than usual. It’s as if every little thing is slipping through your barriers, worming their way into your mind. You hate it.

The worst part is that it’s Steve’s day off and it’s meant to be a great day. Of course, you can’t control that it isn’t, but you feel guilty either way.

It started in the morning, waking up far too early, before the sun had even risen and unable to fall back asleep. You stayed in bed only to keep Steve’s arms wrapped around you. Then, an email from your boss talking about some changes being made. Far too many at once for your liking.

Everything kept piling up until, eventually, it boiled over.

You’re on the couch with Steve when it happens. You’re not even sure what’s playing anymore because it’s been muted, overtaken by the volume of your mind. Still, you don’t say a word about it to Steve.

He can tell something is wrong, but he knows that you sometimes take time with these things. That you have to process before bringing anything up. He still worries. You’re far quieter than usual and even now, as he has an arm curled around your shoulders to pull you close, you’re tense.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” He asks.

Had he known that’s what would’ve been the tipping point, he would’ve kept his mouth shut.

Your hands shake and your head spins because where do you even start? What isn’t wrong? You feel awful for thinking this way, especially when you have the world’s best boyfriend right next to you but that’s the thing about anxiety. You can’t control it no matter how hard you try.

Breathing gets harder, and you make your escape as fast as possible. “Um. I'm going to the bathroom.”

You spring up from the couch and go to the bathroom. The door slamming behind you makes you wince. Your hands bury themselves in your hair, pulling at the roof only to feel something, anything other than the panic coursing through you.

Steve’s not far behind, though. Because he knows you and he knows exactly what’s happening even though you haven’t told him anything. He tries to calm himself down to be able to help you properly, he just hates seeing you this way.

Seeing anyone he loves in pain is awful, but it’s much worse when it comes to you. Because he doesn’t just love you, he’s in love with you, and it’s different—the way he feels about you.

You barely hear him knock on the door over the roaring in your ears, his worried “baby? I’m coming in,” muffled.

It’s getting harder to breathe, your chest tight. He opens the door even though you don’t reply, eager to get to you and help talk you down. He’s learned what helps, what makes you feel better, and he learned fast.

“Hey, hey, hey,” his hands reach for yours, easing them from your hair, some strands come away with them. He holds them tight in his grasp, grounding you. “You’re okay. Breathe with me.”

He takes a deep breath in, then out. You try your best to follow but it proves to be more difficult than it seems. He takes your hands and places them against his chest so you can feel it expand with each breath, feel his heartbeat.

“Good, you’re doing so good,” he keeps his hands resting atop yours, then runs them up and down your arms comfortingly. “That’s it. Again. In, out.”

After what feels like hours but might have only been minutes, it gets easier; following his rhythm. The sound of your heart racing in your ears fades away, slowing down. You lean forward and rest your head against Steve’s chest, he kisses the top of your hair.

“I’m sorry,” is the first thing you say.

“None of that,” he tilts your chin up with his finger so you look at him, gentle as ever. “Never apologize, you hear me?”

“It’s just, today was supposed to be nice and- and relaxing, and I ruined it.”

“No, you didn’t. Still got lots of time in the day, okay? Are you tired?”

He knows the answer is yes. You usually are after what just happened, but he lets you say it for yourself. He’ll do whatever you want to make you feel better, anything at all.

“Mhm,” you nod.

“Wanna nap?”

Another nod.

He holds you extra close when you’re in bed, one arm being used as your pillow—he doesn’t care if it goes numb, as long as you’re comfortable—and the other wrapped around your waist.

“Thank you for helping me, Steve.”

“I’m always here, you know that, right?”

“Yeah, I do.”

And really, you do. He never lets you forget it.

[erin-bo-berin]

I have a request set in the Steve x Singlemom!reader verse, maybe have one where you stopped by Family Video and Steve’s boss is going off on Steve for having Abbie & Arabella in the store while he’s working and causing havoc and he calls reader a name (like a bitch or something) Robin defends you while Steve run after you and hugs you once he realizes you’re there to see him and he walks back in and goes to hand in his vest because no one talks shit about his wife and kids? If not your forte, then ignore this, but I love the way you write dad!steve -🦋

Thank you omg 🥺

And no one messes with Steve’s girls 😏

Part of the Dad Steve x SingleTeenMom!Reader ‘verse

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“Daddy, look!” Abbie ran over to Steve, a tape in her hand, “I found Dumbo!”

Steve laughed, picking her up.

“Are you, mommy and sissy going to watch that while I’m at work?”

“No, silly,” she giggled, “We waiting till you get home!”

“Thank goodness,” he sighed, putting a hand on his chest, relieved, “I wouldn’t want to miss out on the flying elephant.”

You, Abbie and Arabella had decided to visit Steve while he was at work and you’d promised Abbie she could pick out a few movies to rent.

Arabella was now toddling everywhere and you tried to keep up with her as much as you could, all while keeping your eye on your rambunctious four year old.

“Oh, Bella, no!” you cried, her nickname slipping out as you watched her pull off an entire row of tapes off the shelf.

“Ope, no worries. I got this,” Robin called jogging over.

“I’m so sorry,” you apologized, scooping Arabella up in your arms, “Can I help?”

Robin waved you off.

“It’s okay, accidents happen. Besides, our tiniest Family Video family member was just trying to pick out a good movie, weren’t you sweetheart?” Robin poked her side, making Arabella grin.

“Next time, I’m bringing the stroller. Something, anything,” you groaned, looking at the mess, “I’ll slip you a ten in the tip jar I swear.”

Robin laughed.

“And deprive my goddaughter from having fun? Never.”

You saw Abbie running back to the aisle she had came from minutes earlier.

“And there goes the other hooligan,” you sighed.

“Gotta tell you, Y/N,” Robin said, putting the last tape back and standing, “You’re a saint.”

“And to think Steve wants four more still.”

Robin looked horrified.

“Dingus, keep your dick in your pants already!”

He looked at her, baffled and you held back your laugh.

You heard a crash and cry.

“Mommy!”

You ran to the aisle Abbie was on and gasped at the fallen over cardboard cut out that had knocked over a pile of tapes.

“Abrielle,” you scolded, “I told you to be careful.”

Her lip trembled and you knew you were minutes away from a meltdown that would for sure send Arabella into one as well. It was definitely well past naptime.

“Harrington! Buckley!”

You jumped at a booming voice and looked up to see a stern looking middle aged man. This must be the newer boss.

Keith had left a few months ago and even though he’d been annoying, this new guy made him look like a saint.

“What the hell is going on here?”

Abbie clung to your leg, hiding behind it.

“Nothing, Charlie. Just cleaning up a little mess. Can you please stop yelling? You’re scaring my girls.”

His hard gaze focused on the disaster are of the aisle they all were currently occupying.

“I’m sorry, I knocked it over and caused a mess. I’m so clumsy,” you lied, not wanting to get Steve in trouble.

“What have I told you Harrington? No family visits during your shift if your bitch and brats are going to wreck my store!”

“Fuck off, Charlie. There was no one in the store and Y/N just dropped by to pick up the girls some movies. Don’t want us turning away a paying customer, would you?” Robin snapped.

“I don’t care. Look at the mess she made. Thanks a lot, bitch,” he spat at you.

Your face had paled and you instantly grabbed for Annie’s hand.

“Come on girls, we should get going. I’m so sorry,” you told the three, “I really am. I didn’t mean to cause any trouble.”

Steve had remained suspiciously quiet, but his face was thunderous.

“I’ll see you at home, Steve,” you mumbled, “Bye Robin.”

You hurried out of the store with both girls, face flaming in embarrassment.

“What the fuck, Charlie?!” Steve roared, the minute you were gone.

“Don’t you dare call my wife a bitch of my girls brats. They are my family and they did nothing wrong. You had no right to yell at her.”

He yanked off his green vest, tossing it at him.

“You know what? I quit.”

He stormed out, seeing you buckling the girls into your car.

“Y/N,” he called.

You whirled around and saw him.

“I’m so sor-”

“You have nothing to apologize for,” he said, wrapping you in his arms, “I’m so sorry you had to hear that.”

You hugged him back, face nestled in his chest. That’s when you realized his vest was gone. You were horrified at his answer when you asked him about a minute later.

“I quit. No one speaks to me or my family like that and gets away with it.”

“But Steve,” you panicked, “You need this job!”

“Don’t worry,” he chuckled, “Robin’s been trying to get him fired and replaced for months. I guarantee you she’s already on the phone with headquarters reporting him. I just quit working for him not Family Video.”

He smirked at your exasperation.

“Oh Steve,” you sighed, “Such the gentleman you are coming to our rescue.”

“What can I say?” he smiled, kissing your forehead, “My family is everything to me.”

[frogtanii]

your palms were sweaty as you adjusted your slacks, making sure the pleats were where they should be with not a wrinkle in sight. you wanted to look professional and put together, at least on the outside, because you knew you were actually about .2 seconds away from falling apart.

your palms were sweaty as you adjusted your slacks, making sure the pleats were where they should be with not a wrinkle in sight. you wanted to look professional and put together, at least on the outside, because you knew you were actually about .2 seconds away from falling apart.

a quick glance to the boys at your sides notified you that they weren’t faring much better. atsumu kept fidgeting with his cufflinks, sakusa was so stiff you could knock him over with your pinky, kenma looked like he was about to pass out, bokuto was debating on squeezing under the table in front of you, kuroo was tapping a pattern on his pants (akeelah and the bee style), and akaashi kept reciting ominous poems under his breath.

the only people in the room who looked even remotely fine were osamu, oikawa, sugawara, daichi, and, surprisingly, yachi. osamu was munching on some peanuts that he pulled from... somewhere, while oikawa and sugawara were holding their own conversation by the window. daichi seemed to be minding his own business but you could never really get a proper read on him anyway.

well, you supposed yachi was okay because she knew what to expect. i mean, you were meeting her boss.

after you and kenma had posted your “exposing the hype(r) house” youtube video, an email had come to the both of you, inviting you to visit the “big boss” along with the rest of the crew.

you weren’t necessarily afraid of losing your job; the hype(r) house was already being dissolved and you were (finally!!!) getting to move in with makki and mattsun until you found your own place. you were genuinely excited to put the drama and literal hell behind you and begin to live your life again but...

that didn’t mean meeting the Man™ wasn’t terrifying. it was like being called into the principal’s office, complete with the existential dread and occasional bouts of gassiness.

the door opening made you flinch as you quickly moved out of the way to let the newcomers enter. while they walked past you, you couldn’t contain the shock that overtook your face, your jaw practically on the floor.

the man was massive.

built like a brick wall, the man who you assumed to be the “big boss,” had a chiseled jaw, broad shoulders, and massive fucking pecs, his white button up barely closing around them.

beside him stood a tall, lanky man who was dressed suspiciously un-office-like with a red buzz cut and wild eyes that seemed to cut into you as he took his place at the table.

the final man seemed a bit awkward in comparison to the other two, but he was trying to seem unaffected, his purple bowlcut, despite being rather juvenile, fitting perfectly with his slim but toned build and bright complexion.

yachi hurried to greet them, giving all three a blinding smile before motioning for everyone else to take a seat. you ended up between the redhead and atsumu, the former being way too entertained by just your general being. his eyes rarely, if ever, left your face sending shivers down your spine. the remaining members all hesitantly took their seats and “big boss” began.

“it is an honor to meet you all. i am ushijima wakatoshi but you can call me ushijima or wakatoshi or ushiwaka or toshijima or just ushi or just jima or just waka or just toshi.” for a moment you thought he was joking but his face never moved, not even with the awkward silence that followed. redhead seemed rather amused by the whole display and bowl cut looked like he was on the verge of spontaneously combusting.

it took an uncomfortably long moment for ushijima to proceed but he did as though nothing had happened. “these are my associates, satori—” redhead gave you a mischievous grin “—and tsutomu.”

“goshiki,” bowl cut interrupted, his voice wavering but his eyes gleaming with righteous indignation as though he was challenging wakatoshi to say something in defiance. instead, ushijima just gave him a nod and he visibly deflated back into his seat.

“goshiki is the social media manager for imla and satori is... satori,” big boss continued, not a hint of emotion on his face. the rest of the table perked up at his comment but atsumu was the only one who apparently had the balls to say anything.

“so yer the one who wrote that shitty among us tweet?” goshiki flushed horribly and sunk further into his plush leather chair, his body language showing he must’ve already gotten an earful about it. “thought it was a good idea,” he muttered while averting his eyes, completely ignoring satori’s cackle from across the wood.

ushijima put up a (massive???) hand to calm the both of them and it instantly worked. satori quieted down though he never lost the mirth in his expression and goshiki straightened up, a new wave of determination crossing his features.

you sat up as well, feeling the shift of energy in the room but you were startled to realize the boss had decided to focus his energy on you, his deep baritone voice calling your full name. “i am extremely sorry. we have failed you as a management team and as men. i have failed you.”

he sounded remarkably remorseful, his brown irises conveying heavy emotion and guilt. you had no idea what to say but he wasn’t done.

“although i do not have full control of the decisions that have been made here, i should have fought harder for what i believed was right and for that, i will forever be sorry.” you shifted uncomfortably under his weighty gaze, not that he noticed because his attention was swiftly taken by kenma at the opposite end of the room.

“who is in charge then? aren’t you like the ceo or whatever?” he asked. ushijima took a moment before nodding very slowly, his attention clearly on something in his head.

thankfully, satori rapidly took over the thread of conversation before the room could fall in tense silence yet again. “there’s a board of old, stuffy guys who basically kicked miracle boy wakatoshi to the curb and make all their decisions without him.”

...miracle boy? what did he have to do to earn that kind of nickname? you shook your head and tuned back in, just as the ceo spoke up once again.

“because i have not succeeded in doing my job properly, i have something to give to you,” ushijima deadpanned, sliding a thick envelope towards you. you carefully grabbed it and opened it up to reveal a thick, thick, wad of cash.

a gasp caught in your throat, words not coming to you as you thumbed through the money. there had to be at least $60k in there, your eyes filling with tears while you took in his generosity. “thank you,” you whispered, not trusting your voice to speak any louder.

wakatoshi nodded at you before addressing the rest of the table about something but you weren’t even listening.

you were so overwhelmed. for the longest time, you’d hated whoever management was for ignoring your pleas for help and trying to placate you with nice dresses and fancy dinners so meeting ushijima was quite the welcomed surprise.

despite everything that occurred, you could tell he felt horrible for letting things slide even though it was technically out of his hands and you couldn’t even articulate how much that meant to you.

the fact that he had gone out of his way to pay you extra, assumingly without the permission of the board, was heartwarming, confusing, shocking, and staggering all at once.

i mean, you could probably describe the past few months as exactly that. so much had happened, so much had changed, and while you could do without some of the life adjustments (the nightmares, spare trauma, and fear of public bathrooms to start), you felt blessed with new friends and the experiences that helped shape you to the person you were now.

the boys didn’t hate you anymore (well, not all of them at least and none were actively antagonizing you), you were seeing dr yamada again, you were getting to move in with your two best friends, you were just given enough money to expand your channel drastically, and you were finally feeling good. better than good.

meiko was behind you and though you missed the person she once was, you were so glad she was out of your life in a way where she couldn’t harm you or the boys any longer.

a grin spread across your face, your cheeks nearly burning from the intensity of it. things were definitely looking up.

a soft call of your name jolted you from your thoughts, your eyes landing on all the boys already standing as they got ready to leave the room. you could sense their worry and you shot them a genuine, reassuring smile before standing yourself.

you waved goodbye to the three men at the table, thanking ushijima profusely for his kindness but he shook you off, insisting that he had just been doing what he should’ve done a long time ago.

what a nice guy.

as you followed the boys out of the building, you took a moment to observe them together with fondness written all over your expression. they were laughing and joking around, the happiest and most carefree you had ever seen any of them. bokuto was begging yachi to get them ice cream, the rest of them piling on until she gave in with a playful roll of her eyes, giggling at the cheer that went up from the group.

atsumu seemed to notice you lagging behind, falling back to join you. “ya okay angel?” he asked, eyes focused on your feet as he slowed down to match your pace.

you didn’t answer for a while, instead focusing on the sun warming your cheeks, the cool breeze messing up your hair, and the sounds of pure joy swirling above you.

“i’m absolutely perfect.” you replied and you actually meant it. “race you to the van?” you sent him an impish grin before taking off, his yells of indignation making you laugh freely as the rest of the boys joined in, right on your heels.

this is it, you thought. no matter what, i’ll have this moment and i’ll be okay.

you’d been through hell and back and you’d survived. you’d been cursed at, choked out, hospitalized, and been beaten at mario kart more times than you could count and you had still made it through. you were resilient and strong and you’d never given up, despite how badly you’d wanted to, multiple times over.

things weren’t perfect, they rarely are, but you knew that if you could make it through all that, you could get through practically anything, especially with the boys by your side.

yeah. i’ll be just fine.

ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

bonus!!

“told you it sounded stupid as hell.”

“gah, stop talking about it!!”

“you sounded sooooo old ‘shiki, what are you, 92?”

“AAAAAAAAAA!!!”

“satori...”

“what’s up miracle boy?”

“...what is ‘sus’?”

℗ poker face

i’ll be just fine

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[bnhabadass]

Pairing: Bakugou x reader Genre: Smut, 18+, Mafia AU Trope: Woke up married Dialogue Prompt: “Aren’t we supposed to be working?”  Warnings: overdosing on cold medicine, mixing cold medicine with alcohol, dub-con, mentions of sex while unconscious, vomiting Word Count: 4,480

This is my contribution to this month’s bnharem collab. I was so happy when I spun the roulette wheel and it landed on my favorite au, the mafia au. I hope you all enjoy and make sure to check out everyone else’s contributions here. Also a big thanks to @doinmybesthere​ for being my beta reader and putting so much work into creating the master list for this collab.

“A fever? Are you fucking kidding me?”

You winced at the voice coming out of your phone. You were curled up in bed, a heavy futon draped over your achey, chilled body. “I’m really sorry,” you croaked into the receiver. “I can’t get out of bed; there’s no way I’ll be able to come into work today.”

“You know how important tonight’s meeting is.”

You could feel the fire in the eyes of your underboss as he spat at you about how important tonight’s festivities were. You couldn’t care less. You hated the guy, but more importantly you hated your father for getting you in this mess.

A debt needed to be paid and your family couldn’t afford to take out a second mortgage on the house. So your father, as smart as he thought he was, went to the nicest restaurant on the far side of town where the boss of one of the most dangerous mobs in the city stationed his office.

A debt for a debt. That’s what he told you as he came home smiling with a big check in his wallet. No one in your family knew where he got the money, but he seemed confident enough that he’d be able to pay it back.

A month went by and one day, three scary men knocked on your apartment door. They said they were there to “collect”.

You were terrified. You thought they were there to rob you, to take the money you had been saving in a rainy-day fund. But no, they came to collect you. Now, it’s been four months and you’re still stuck doing odd jobs for them--grocery and coffee runs as well as spending reports and other money related things you are less than qualified to do.

You hate your job. You hate having to put up with the unorthodox hours and the unsavory jobs and the complaints about your work ethic and the having to do it over again because you didn’t do it right the first time. You want out. If you weren’t positive that if you left they would be able to hunt you down, you would have fled the country by now.

But your father’s debt still hasn’t been paid.

“Look,” you pleaded. “I can come in tomorrow and work double my usual time. Please, Kirishima-san, I just need the day to rest.”

“Not a chance. You’re coming in today and that’s final. If you don’t, well, then maybe we need to take an extra payment from your parents.”

Before you could even process what he just said, he hung up the phone.

Another payment from your parents. You couldn’t possibly let them take any more from your family. With a new threat looming over your head, you mustered up enough strength to push off of your futon and get dressed for the clients’ dinner.

By the time it was 7:00 in the evening, you had taken a large swig of cold medicine and were ready to spend the night serving these criminals.

Outside of the restaurant, two bodyguards were stationed at the front door and one at the back entrance. All three of them were dressed in black from head to toe. You, on the other hand, were tasked with serving your boss’s clients, so your outfit differed from theirs.

You were dressed in attire suited for waiting tables. Black slacks stretch across your legs and your pristine shirt was smoothed against your body. A tight black vest clung to your chest and pressed against your boobs, squishing them together. If it weren’t for the fever, chills, and headache, you would look like you belonged with this crowd of criminals.

You flashed your ID to the guard at the back door and he nodded you in. Your eyes had to adjust to the fluorescent kitchen lighting, but once they did you saw how busy everyone was. It truly was one of the most important nights for your boss, so you understood why you were needed. Still, this night would truly take the most out of you.

“Oi, (L/n),” one of your boss’s associates called for you. “Take these to table four. I’ve been covering your ass for the last twenty minutes.”

“Of course, Kaminari-san.” You bowed your head and skirted over to the table where two well-dressed men spoke with one another in a hushed tone. You placed their meals in front of them and bowed your head.

“Wait,” one of them called as you began to walk away. “I asked for a Jasmine tea. This is Sencha.”

“Yeah,” the other one piped up. “And I asked for a Sencha tea and this is Jasmine.”

You wanted to scream. You wanted to yell into the abyss and slap those men across the face. But of course all you did was bow in apology and take the cups back. Kirishima’s words to you over the phone rang loud and clear in your mind.

“Anything they need, you get it for them. These are important people the boss works with and we can’t have idiots like you messing this up for us.”

The men smirked at you and as you turned around to grab their “correct orders,” the man who ordered the Jasmine tea leaned over to leave a hard, painful smack across your ass.

You froze but didn’t say anything and walked away.

It was still early in the night but you had run yourself thin. You needed to sit down or to at least take a sip of water, but there was no room for breaks as you bounced from table to table getting the people what they wanted. You had even left the venue a couple times to retrieve items like the proper creamer one client required in their coffee.

Your throat was so sore and dry and it was aching for a break. Your entire body was aching for a break. But as you saw someone sitting at one of the tables raise her hand to wave you over, you had to put all of your aches aside to tend to her needs.

“Good evening, ma’am.” You bowed your head. “How may I assist you?”

A small smile was on her dark red painted lips. She seemed to be searching for something as she eyed you up and down. “Do you happen to know when Bakugou-san will be joining us?”

Bakugou-san… Were you supposed to know who that is? You had never heard the name before, although you knew your boss had many ties throughout the district. It could be one of them.

“I’m not sure,” you answered honestly. “I could ask my supervisors if they happen to know.”

She waited a moment. She seemed to be searching for something in your expression. “That’s all right. You may go back to work now.”

You bowed and thanked her.

Bakugou-san.

The name did sound familiar, but you’re not sure where you could have heard it. It wasn’t until you were deep in thought, trying to recall where you had heard the name, that you could feel something pushing up against your throat. Oh god. Your stomach was churning.

You ran to the bathroom, pushing someone out of the way to get there. You’d probably hear an earful from Kirishima for pushing a guest, but you needed to find a toilet before--

Oh no.

You barely made it into the stall before emptying the contents of your stomach onto the white tiles of the bathroom floor. Your legs collapsed from under you and you kneeled in your vomit as you coughed up your stomach lining into the porcelain bowl.

Tears fell from your eyes as you struggled to breathe while hacking everything you had into the toilet. The black eyeliner you threw on before leaving the house had smudged into raccoon eyes around your lashes.

You rested your cheek against the toilet, ignoring all of the germs that were most likely crawling up your skin and into your pores. The toilet seat felt cool against your burning cheek and watering eyes. You thought you could die happily here, kneeling on the bathroom tiles in a pile of your slowly cooling vomit.

“Aren’t we supposed to be working here?”

Your eyes shot open, and in trying to stand up you slipped. Your ass landed in the smeared vomit. You winced and let out a drawn out, “fuuuck.”

It took you a moment before opening your eyes again and looking up at the man in front of you. And boy did your eyes widen. He was clearly a guest at the clients’ dinner. His blonde hair was slicked back and the bulge of his muscles under his crisp black button down didn’t go unnoticed by you. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing his forearms and as he crossed his arms over his chest, his sleeves began to tighten.

“Who the hell are you and why are you puking on the floor?”

It took you a second to find your voice. “I’m, um...” you trailed off. “(L/n), sir.” You cleared your throat. “I am a worker for the person hosting this dinner.” You tried to stand up and bow, but he put a hand up to stop you.

“You work for them.” It was a statement not a question, but you nodded anyway. “Why? What do you owe?”

You’re not sure why he was asking, but his intimidating glare compelled you to answer his every question. “My dad owes them money,” you admitted. “And he wasn’t able to pay them back.”

“Who do you mean by them?”

You weren’t sure how to answer. You didn’t even know what these people did. For all you knew they were drug mules or assassins. You never wanted to know what they did when you were roped in. After all, the less you knew meant you could have more of a normal life. “The boss,” you finally answered. Who the boss was, you weren’t sure. You answered to Kirishima but he didn’t have much power aside from ordering around you and every other person unfortunate enough to be roped into working for them.

The man in front of you scoffed. “Get up.”

You scrambled to your feet, ignoring the wave of nausea that hit you. The man led you out of the bathroom, and as you walked behind him, people who passed the two of you stopped and stared. Oh no, it had to be from the vomit stains on your leg and down your shirt. You probably stank to high hell and your eyes wouldn’t stop watering from your fever.

The man stopped and you had to keep from bumping into him. “There’s an extra work shirt in the closet,” he said. “There should also be some slacks in there. Leave your dirty clothes in a pile and I’ll have someone collect them.”

His voice was demanding and it took you a moment to register what he said. It wasn’t until he snapped in your face that you moved.

“We don’t have all day, princess.”

You flinched and nodded before scurrying into the closet and flicking the light on. Inside the closet was the restaurant’s sad excuse for a boiler room. The low humming from the machinery brought you back into the present as you searched for the change of clothes you were promised.

There was a crisp white shirt folded on one of the shelves as well as a few different slacks in varying sizes. The shirt was a size too small, so you had to leave the first couple buttons popped open. Before leaving the closet, you tried to think about who the man was and why he was helping you. Was it possible that he wanted something in return?

When you emerged from the closet, he looked you up and down. You were too tired, however, to notice his lingering glare on your chest and the way the button down squeezed your breasts closer together.

“Thank you,” you mumbled, looking down at your shoes. You’re not sure why you were too scared to look into his vermillion eyes, but the way he called you princess earlier as he snapped at you had definitely made you tremble in your core, and you swore that if you looked up to meet his eyes, your fever would only go higher and higher.

“Why the hell’d you come here if you were sick anyway? Are you trying to poison everyone in the damn building?” His words were like little bullets that shot at every one of your doubts of coming in tonight.

You thought back to why you had come in the first place. You were huddled up in your futon that morning when Kirishima called. You begged to stay home, right? But you couldn’t. You squinted hard as you tried to remember why you weren’t allowed to rest. “I was threatened,” you thought out loud. It wasn’t directed towards the man but he nodded in any case.

“(L/n) was it, right?”

You finally managed to look up at him with bleary eyes. “Yeah, um...” You couldn’t seem to remember what his name was. Wait, he hadn’t told you. He had just led you around and given you new clothes, but he never properly introduced himself.

“Bakugou Katsuki,” he said as if he could read your mind. His lips turned up into a smirk. “But call me Katsuki.”

“Katsuki,” you mumbled. “Bakugou Katsuki.” You had heard that name before, but where. “Bakugou,” you mumbled again as if you were trying to put the pieces of a puzzle together. “Bakugou-san.”

He quirked an eyebrow up at you.

“Oh!” It hit you like a ton of bricks and as soon as you shot up, you had to recoil because of the ache in the back of your neck. “There’s a woman looking for you, Bakugou-san, er, Katuki,” you bowed.

He just chuckled. “There’s a lot of people looking for me tonight. Who was it?”

That’s a good question. You squinted as if you were looking deep into your memories to remember who it was who asked for him. “She was a woman,” you remembered. “With long dark hair and dark red lips.”

Katsuki nodded. “I see the Yaoyorozus are here.”

The Yaoyorozus. You weren’t sure what that could mean but you didn’t feel like questioning it, so you nodded instead.

Katsuki was looking down at you. His arms were crossed over his chest but a smirk that had been playing across his face all night wouldn’t seem to go away. “Feeling better?”

You didn’t feel better. Although you felt cleaner in the new clothes, there was still a throbbing in your head that wasn’t going away and the overhead lights made your eyes water. But the way that Katsuki looked at you like he was expecting you to say yes just drew you in.

He could tell that the way you nodded a yes in response to his question was a lie, and his face fell before pushing a hand up to your forehead, checking your temperature. “Have you taken anything today?”

You had to think back to earlier that day when you brought the bottle of cold medicine up to your lips, not even reading the recommended dose before downing what you could and leaving your home. “Yeah, um, I took some medicine.”

The grin that had been spread across Katsuki’s face returned. “Well I guess we’ll have to get you some more.”

He grabbed your wrist and led you through the halls and over to the bar. You didn’t pay attention to where you were going. The world seemed to be going too fast for you to keep up. What you were able to notice was that everyone’s eyes were on you as you gently swayed back and forth, trying to settle yourself down. As you were in your own head, you couldn’t start to picture what everyone else saw when they looked at you. You with your raccoon eyes due to streaky makeup that you couldn’t stop rubbing.

“Here.” Katsuki shoved a glass in your face. “Not necessarily traditional medicine but it’ll get the job done.”

You looked up at the whiskey glass in his hand. The ‘medicine’ was a deep brown color which swirled around as he handed it to you. Your fingers brushed against his thick ones as you took the glass. You lifted it up to your nose and took a deep breath in, gagging at the smell. “Um, I don’t think I should.” You had been warned about mixing alcohol with drugs and the dangers that came with it, but no one had ever told you not to mix drinks with cold medicine. Still, that couldn’t be right, right?

“Come on, it’s good for you,” he egged you on. “Besides, it’ll get that nasty taste out of your mouth.”

You had never tried whiskey before. You were used to lighter drinks, something bubbly with a shot of vodka or two in it. But this was almost too much. You lifted the glass up to your lips and tilted it back. Your lips stung as they made contact with the drink, but you didn’t want to seem weak to Katsuki. He’d taken care of you so far and seemed pleasant enough, albeit intimidating.

As you tipped it back further and took more of the drink into your mouth, Katsuki pushed his hand against the bottom of the glass so you couldn’t tear it away, making sure you would drink every last drop. It stung going down and the cubes pressing against your lip were colder than you expected. You gagged as a couple loose tears rolled down your face from the drink’s burning sensation. You bet you looked even more of a mess now.

“Good girl,” Katsuki said with a low demeanor. With his thumb, he wiped away a drop of whiskey that rolled down your chin.

“And this’ll make me feel better?” You didn’t think you were supposed to drink when you were sick, but you were far too tired to even think about what was wrong and what was right. If he said that it’d make you feel better, then that had to be a good thing. You’re sure of it.

“Sure will.” He placed a firm, calloused hand on your head and stroked down your hair. You nuzzled into his warmth.

It was such a nice sensation that it almost made you forget that you were supposed to be working. That there were people waiting on you to bring them their food and fetch their creamer, people who were ready to slap your ass and laugh as soon as you turned away.

“I have a,” you started, not really sure where that sentence was going. “I have to go back to work.”

As you began walking away, Katsuki stopped you, pulling you back over so your face was practically pressed up against his chest. “No you don’t. You’re sick, remember?”

Right, as if you hadn’t forgotten. But he was right. You were sick and your medicine hadn’t kicked in yet. You couldn’t risk spreading your germs and getting anyone else sick.

You watched the dinner guests from afar. You leaned in to hear conversations about hitmen and other rivaling mobs around town. Some were about money laundering and clients that needed to be taken out, whatever that meant.

At one point, someone asked to pull Katsuki aside and talk alone, but instead he just pulled you closer.

“The hell do you want, Yoarashi?”

Yoarashi was a big guy, bigger than Katsuki, but it was clear even to you that he was intimidated by the blonde in front of him.

“You owe me for what I let you borrow last month.”

“I don’t owe you shit.”

To you, they sounded like they were underwater and you weren’t sure what they were discussing, but you were curious to learn more.

“Come on, Bakugou. Work with me here.”

“I’m a busy man, Yoarashi. Now get out of my face before I have my men take care of you.”

Something about the raw power and the threatening tone behind Katsuki’s voice made you excited. You wanted to melt into his words, but you weren’t sure why.

“Busy man?” Yoarashi scoffed. “Come on, Bakugou. You’ve barely been seen all night. Where have you been, fucking this little lackey of yours?”

He didn’t mean you, did he? Before you could even comprehend what he just insinuated, Katsuki turned you around and pressed your face up against his chest. You could feel yourself growing even hotter as you were pushed into one of his pectorals. One of his hands cupped the back of your head. Was he protecting you?

“Listen here,” you heard him say. “Don’t contact us ever again unless you want to end up like your first boss did. I can make your life a living hell and I will, got that?”

“Don’t think I don’t have other contacts, all right? You aren’t the only one in this town with resources, Bakugou.”

You felt something jab into the other side of Katsuki’s chest. Did Yoarashi hit him? A few seconds went by before you heard the snapping of fingers and two men came over to drag Yoarashi away.

Katsuki released the hold he had on you, and you watched as the tall man struggled out of his hold. “You aren’t gonna tell anyone what you saw here tonight, right princess?”

You shook your head. You weren’t sure what exactly you felt when you saw that man being dragged away. You were scared, of course; scared for your own life and of the raw power that Katsuki seemed to hold. But on top of fear there was something else. There was a tingle between your thighs that wouldn’t seem to go away, and there was also a sense of excitement. Out of all the people here, this man was paying attention to you. You were far from Mafia material, but he clearly saw something in you and you wanted more of his gaze lingering on you.

Your mind felt hazy with Katsuki and you wanted even more. You didn’t know what to do when you felt him smooth his hand down your back. You didn’t know what to do when his usual smirk turned into something much more dangerous. And you didn’t know what to do when he leaned over and pressed his lips against your own.

His lips felt heavenly as they explored you. They were soft and welcoming despite his cold and dangerous exterior. His tongue probed its way into your mouth. He tasted like whiskey and something else which you assumed was just him. He bit your lip and it felt like he smiled when you let out a moan.

When he released, you felt as if the whole world was spinning with Katsuki. You wobbled around a bit and he chuckled. You tried asking if you could sit down, but the words refused to come out. The last thing you remember is seeing the world go black, the sound of the clients’ dinner fading out of earshot, and two strong arms carrying you away from reality.

You were in pain by the time you woke up. Your body, especially your head, ached tremendously and you wished the sun would stop shining so bright through your window. But wait, the window in your bedroom at your apartment faced another building. The sun never shined too bright in the morning when you were at home.

Slowly, you peaked your head out from under the covers and looked around. You weren’t in your bedroom, but you were in a bedroom. The bed you had been asleep in was enormous, but aside from that there was not much else furniture in the room or even any pictures to signify who the room could belong to.

It wasn’t until you sat up that you realized just how exposed you were under the covers. You couldn’t find your clothing anywhere. What were you even wearing last night? Where were you last night?

You remembered being sick and being called into work by Kirishima. You were stressed. You were nauseous. There was a beautiful woman who asked for someone in particular but you were too sick to remember what their name was, right?

And then you raced to the bathroom and met--

A groan from beside you shook you out of your thoughts, and as soon as you saw the person lying in bed next to you, all of your memories came flooding back.

“Morning, baby girl,” Katsuki said.

You didn’t know what to say. Your mouth hung open and you felt lightheaded.

Katsuki was shirtless under the covers and you were too scared to ask if he had anything on covering his lower half. “You put on quite the show last night.”

Last night. Where you met him. What did you do last night? “I...” You didn’t know what to say, and that made Katsuki let out a booming laugh.

“Come on, you remember at least a little of it don’t you?”

You shook your head. Then you shook your head again. You couldn’t stop shaking your head.

Katsuki put a hand on your shoulder and you stopped. He had a shit eating grin spread across his face that you wanted to both punch and kiss at the same time. “First throwing up at my party and then getting blackout drunk in front of all my guests.”

“What?” You could barely remember anything. What did he mean ‘his party’? The clients’ dinner was run by…

Your eyes widened as you realized just who you had found yourself naked in bed with. Who had found you puking on the bathroom floor. Who that stunningly gorgeous woman was asking for earlier.

You clamped a hand over your mouth and Katsuki let out another chuckle. “You really were the life of the party.” He grabbed your wrist and dragged you over to his side of the bed, and you let him. He dragged his hand up and down your exposed body and roughly cupped your sex. “I had a blast toying around with you last night, but now I want you to be able to remember what it feels like when I bury my cock inside of you, sweetheart.”

You hated the way he was grabbing you and the way he forced your legs to open up for him, but what you hated more than any of that was the way his words made your inner thighs ache and how they instinctively parted just for him.

You turned away as he leaned down to smother your chest with rough kisses, and as you looked over to your left hand, you couldn’t help but notice a diamond ring that wasn’t there the night before.

[stopisa]

worse before it gets better ch.1

[ ushijima wakatoshi x reader ]

summary - everything was going great but all it takes is one day to ruin it all. trust lost in love struggles to heal.

• cw: suggestive and foul language, cheating

• a/n: finally uploading this baddie! this is my first multi-chapter fic so ofc it had to be my main boy ushi. this is a slow burn fic so give the romance and smut time, it will come! also, a big shoutout to @kazuha-fuck-me-please for beta reading, thank you!

• pls give this love on ao3

• chapter 2

“Pieces of shit,” you mumble to yourself as your eyes skim over the email for what may be the 10th time. The library job you had on campus let you go due to making room in the budget for renovations but the email made it out to be way worse. Claiming that, “we are too overstaffed” and that you showed “more interest in other obligations besides the betterment of the library”. Yeah no shit, you had a scholarship to maintain and a relationship you’d really like to keep. Who knew a campus job would expect that level of commitment? 

Sure there were days where you had to cancel shifts when the workload from your courses would get to be too much, but at the very least you’d let your boss know no less than 24 hours in advance if you couldn’t work. 

There goes the extra money you so desperately relied on for off-campus food, savings, and textbooks. School isn’t cheap, and your worst fear besides failing is having financial insecurity after graduating.  

The feeling was finally settling in that you’d need to look for another job to help cover the costs that you told your parent(s) you could handle, establishing some kind of financial independence. 

On top of that, one of your courses was absolutely kicking your ass, especially after scoring a 71 on your first paper of the semester. With all of these emotions piling up, your mind is so overwhelmed that it felt like it could burst any minute. A strong gust of wind pulls away the tears that were forming at the corners of your eyes.

So much for having a good Friday. 

Burying your face into your scarf, you pick up your pace, quickly walking towards your boyfriend’s dorm. 

Upon arriving at his door with a tag that reads “Eita”, you softly knock and step back, waiting for him to answer. There are two muffled voices, you can hear his voice get louder as he approaches the door. Opening it, he greets you with a soft smile, “Hey pretty girl,” noticing your red, puffy eyes, he steps aside for you to walk in. “What’s wrong?” Silently walking past him, removing your shoes, coat, scarf, and bag before throwing yourself onto his bed. 

“Shitty day?”  chimes in Tendou, slouching in the beanbag by Semi’s desk. 

“How could you tell?” you mumble sarcastically as you keep your face buried in the pillow.

Semi hums as he closes the door behind him, walking to join you on the bed. Sitting on the edge by your feet, he rests a hand on your leg. 

“Talk to me.” He says with a voice smooth like honey.

You shift your body to face him, “Stupid fucking philosophy professor gave me a 71, claiming that I was “too brief” on my analysis of Nihilism and I also have no job now.”

Semi’s eyebrows raise, “Geez, I’m sorry, babe,” He shifts his eyes to Tendou before shifting them back to you, “Anyway I can help?”

Now in a sitting position, you pull your legs to your chest and let out a deep sigh, “No no, it’s fine. I’ll just have to look for another job but, at this point in the semester, I'm sure all the work study jobs are taken.”

Taking a hit from his dab pen, Tendou slowly blows the smoke before clearing his throat to speak, “I would offer for you to come work at the bakery down the road with me but they’re only looking for full-time people.”

“Thanks, but my schedule definitely wouldn’t work with that,” you reply.

Semi rubs his chin and proceeds to think out loud,  “Yeah and the bar that I play at won’t hire anyone under 21. So that’s not an option.” 

“Guys, seriously - yeah the situation sucks, but I’m sure I’ll get over it. In college, there’s always a way to make money.”

“Drugs?!” 

“OnlyFans?!” 

They yell in unison. Their answers make you giggle, making you feel just a little less shitty than before you entered the room.

“I’m not completely opposed to either of those ideas,” you play along.

“Ahhhh, y/n, c’mon, you wouldn’t do that to me, would you?” “ whines Semi.

“I’m joking, I won’t. After all, I have a reputation to maintain.”

Sighing in relief, Semi scoots back, resting his body against the wall. Tilting his head up, his mind starts to wander while you and Tendou continue the conversation. He will admit that starting an OnlyFans and seeing you in the most intimate way on camera does sound kinda hot. But that won’t be happening anytime soon considering you two haven’t even gone as far as making out and dry humping. It was getting a bit old at this point.

“Hey Semi-Sem,” Tendou interrupts his roommate’s little fantasy; Semi really hopes the blue LED lights in their room don’t reveal the growing redness in his face.

“I’m gonna go meet up with some other friends in the dining hall, I’ll see you later tonight.” He gets up, walking over to the bed to give you a light fist bump, “Let me know if you’re still down to start your own little narcotics business.” He winks before walking out the door.

Semi shifts to lie next to you, wiggling until his head is in your lap. “You’re not serious about the drugs or OnlyFans, right?” he mumbles.

You snort, “God no, Ei. I told you how I was raised. Curfew was always 8 pm, parent(s) always had to know everything about my friends if I ever wanted to hang out with them. Hell, I didn’t even have my first kiss until my freshman year of college. What makes you think I would actually do either of those?”

“‘Dunno. You already know how normalized that shit is.” He closes his eyes while you run your fingers through his hair. 

“Just because it’s normalized doesn’t mean I’ll do it.”

“We’ve been dating for 5 months and haven’t even had sex yet.”

“I know, I know…Just don’t pressure me into it yet. I’ll come around eventually.”

“I won’t. Just putting it out there,” he replies.

He was right. Anytime you two would get into deep make-out sessions, he’d always try to further things with you, but every time you would back out. It’s not that you weren’t comfortable with him, you just weren’t confident in your abilities overall. You know Semi has had his fair share of girlfriends, him being a part-time musician and all. You totally understand why. Who wouldn’t throw themselves at a hot guy with a septum piercing that plays guitar?

“Well, I have a big assignment to finish for my music tech class. You’re welcome to stay here and take all the time you need.” Semi says as he removes his head from your lap and hops off the bed. 

Surprised by the change in subject, your eyes shift down to your lap, “Thank you, but it’s the weekend, I thought we could go out tonight and maybe see a movie. Could you do it tomorrow?” you hesitantly ask in hopes he would make just a little bit of time for you.

“Sorry, babe. It’s due at 11:59pm, plus you know I like to have Saturdays free for rehearsing. Raincheck for next week?”

You sigh in defeat, the outing with him would’ve really helped get your mind off the stress eating away at your brain. Settling on closing your eyes for a couple of minutes, you lie down on your side, facing the wall, and let the soft clicks of the keyboard fade away.

A few minutes turned into 2 hours of napping. You wake up to Semi still typing away. Picking up your phone, you check the time only to see it’s almost 9pm. Deciding on heading back to your dorm, you sit up and slide off the bed, making your way over to Semi. 

Draping your arms over his shoulders, you lean down to peck his cheek. 

“I think I’m gonna head out. Let me know if your schedule ever frees up.” Allowing the tiniest bit of bitterness to slip into your tone. 

“Alright babe, sounds good,” he replies, not even looking up from his computer.

You quickly lay a peck on his head before removing yourself, getting your stuff, and leaving.

Leaving Semi’s dorm building you’re hit with a cold gust of wind, you pull your jacket closer to your body and quicken your pace as you trek across campus towards your dorm building. From the corner of your eye, you see a tall figure jogging. As they pass, you recognize it’s Tendou’s good friend Ushijiko? Ushijimu? Ushijima? Yeah, that sounds about right. You’ve seen him a handful of times by Tendou’s side, only exchanging a “Hello” or an “I’m Fine” when you’ve greeted him, a man of very few words you suppose. Tendou has also mentioned that the individual is always occupied with volleyball practice and conditioning which also explains why you don’t see him a lot. Jogging past you, you can’t help but have your gaze linger for a bit too long admiring his physique despite the loose tracksuit he sports. 

You attempt to shake the thought from your head, reminding yourself of the happy relationship your in. Mostly happy. Kinda happy. 

After 15 minutes of walking, you arrive at your dorm building, warmth embracing you as soon as your body gets under the mountain of blankets on your bed. You pull out your phone, checking for any notifications. Nothing. You hesitate as to whether or not you send Semi a goodnight message. Deciding not to bother him, you set your phone on the nightstand, turning over onto your side and allowing the warm yellow glow of the fairy lights on the walls to lull you to sleep, putting the frustration of the day behind you. 

Zzzt. Zzzt. Zzzt. The buzzing of your phone wakes you up, seeing the name “Tendou” on the screen you swipe to pick up.

“Hello?” you say with sleep in your voice.

An energetic tone on the other end replies, “Hey! Mornin’ sleepy head, wanna grab some breakfast?”

The digital clock on your desk reads “9:12 am”, damn, almost slept 12 hours. 

“Yeah, sure, gimme like 20 minutes?”

“Of course! I’ll meet you downstairs in front of your building.”

Walking outside, the sun meets your eyes like a blinding light, but the mix with the cool air makes it pleasant. 

“You ready?” Tendou says getting up from the bench next to the entrance.

You nod and proceed to walk with him a few blocks to the bakery cafe he works at.

The smell of warm, fresh croissants and ground coffee hit your nose and it leaves you in a trance. Putting your orders in at the register, Tendou quickly pulls out his wallet to pay, insisting it’s “on him”. Not complaining about free off-campus food, you allow him to.

“Um, thank you. I really appreciate it but what’s the occasion?” you question.

“Let’s just enjoy our breakfast.” he replies with upturned eyebrows, a tinge of worry in his eyes.

Finishing your delicious meal, you clear your throat to get Tendou’s attention as he licks the residue from the chocolate croissant off his fingers. 

“So, it seems like you wanted to talk about something,”

He perks up and shifts in his seat, looking down at the table, fingers fidgeting. “There was another girl in our room last night. I recognized her from Semi’s music tech class,”

A chill goes down your spine and your eyes go wide. But trying to remain positive you refrain from thinking the worst.

He glances at your face and purses his lips, taking a moment before speaking again.

“He said that he invited her over to work on the assignment that was due last night cause she needed help. Didn’t think much of it ‘til I went to go throw something away and saw a used condom in the trash. I called bullshit immediately.” 

It was worse than you thought. You begin to feel tears prick at your eyes. Throat goes dry and lips quiver, you can’t help but let a few tears run down your face.

“Fuck..ah, I’m sorry, look you had the right to know, that shit isn’t cool. I didn’t wanna start anything at that moment but I’ll make sure that fucker knows what he did, I swear𑁋”

“It’s okay, Tendou. Thank you for telling me. It might not seem like it but your honesty is helping more than anything right now.” You respond while wiping some tears with the sleeve of your jacket.

He gives you a soft smile and stands up, offering you his arm, “C’mon, let's get out of here.”

While walking your mind is racing, sure the relationship wasn’t particularly long but it still meant something to you. You just can’t fathom the fact that he didn’t feel the same. How long had it been? Why didn’t he just tell you? From yesterday until now, why had everything just been going downhill? Anger fills you, tuning out Tendou’s one-sided conversation. 

“I need to talk to him,” you say aloud.

Tendou perks up, “Maybe you should wait ‘til you have a clear head. Take some time.”

You look at him with rage in your eyes, “No. Why should I give him any kind of courtesy? He fucked me over. I cared about him, Tendou. Fuck. I actually thought experiencing something new would fucking go well. I wanted it to work. If he wanted to fuck some other bitch he should’ve just said so. God, why am I so fucking stupid?!” 

Tendou opens his mouth to say something but closes it. He places a hand on your shoulder, and leads you into your building, the silence in the elevator felt like sirens. Your shaking hands made it difficult to insert your keycard, missing the reader 3 times. Tendou took the card from your hand and did it for you. 

You walk into the room, eyes on the ground, then lift your head to meet his face,  “Breakfast was great, thank you for being a friend.”

In response, he wraps his arms around you, rubbing your back and ruffling your hair. “Anytime, buddy. If you need anything, please feel free to message me whenever. I’m sorry this shit happened to you, I’m gonna try to avoid Semi for the rest of the weekend, probably go hang out in Ushijima’s room.”

Right, you had forgotten for a second that he was best friends with the athlete. You give him a nod, “Have fun with that. I’ll message you when I decide to talk to him.”

“Sounds good. Just remember to be the bigger person, don’t stoop down to his level. I’ll see ya around, okay?” He opens the door to step out. 

“Okay.” You two exchange a fist bump before he walks down the hall.

Closing the door, you take in a deep breath and change out of your clothes, getting comfy with sweatpants and fuzzy socks. You grab your laptop and some snacks, making your way into your bed and setting up for an anime marathon. 

Halfway through your first episode, there’s a knock at your door. Frustrated by the interruption, you slide out of your bed, making your way to the door. You open it to reveal Semi’s face with a lopsided smile. Your stomach drops.

“Hey, gorgeous.”

networks: @houseofsolisoccasum

[2000sangel]

Can I request Scaramouche x reader. Where the reader is higher up in the fatui then he is and he's not thrilled about it

Ignore if not Interested <3

hello! thanks for your rq! a few disclaimers though: i don't remember if they said anywhere in the game what the snezhnaya palace looks like, so i just kind of made it up lol.

also this might not be what you wanted so you can rq again being more specific if u want, dw! it kind of turned into a fluff which is my favorite genre, so :')

anyways! enjoy your read <3

Who's Boss - Scaramouche x Reader

You blow on your hot drink in an attempt to cool it down; with the arrival of Autumn the temperatures had began to drop, forcing you to get rid of your summery outfits to make room in your wardrobe for cosier ones.

Though it doesn’t really matter what season it is, because today is your first day in Zapolyarny Palace after a long period of time spent on various missions assigned to you by the Tsaritsa herself, and in Snezhnaya the sun is almost a mirage.

Not to mention, it’s also your first day here as... Scaramouche’s higher up. Yes, after so many years of working and trying to outshine your boyfriend in every kind of task possible, you’ve finally done it, and you’re almost certain he already knows about this assuming by the looks everyone present in the common room is giving you and some things you’ve heard the recruits whisper.

It started as a little friendly competition when you two weren’t even dating, really, but you both thought it was fun and thrilling to challenge each other, so you never stopped even after you got together.

Once you’re done with your drink, you decide it’s time to stand up and go look for him to see his reaction; plus you’re just excited to get to spend some time with him again, since work rarely allows you to even stand in the same room.

You make your way through the hallways and climb a couple flights of stairs, waving to a few people and holding your laugh at the nervous stares some others give you, until you reach a certain door you know very well: it’s sort of distant from the other doors present on this particular floor, which also happens to be the quieter one of the palace, and you notice the same old polished nametag that sits right before your eyes; it reads the name ‘Scaramouche’ followed by his title, the 6thFatui Harbinger.

Before knocking or opening it you make sure to place your ear against the wooden door, but you hear nothing coming from the other side, so you pull away before anyone sees you and finally knock a couple of times.

“I’m busy.”

is the simple answer your boyfriend gives, at which you grab the handle and flung the door open with a wide grin on your face.

He jolts his head up and almost knocks over all the papers and fancy quill pens he must’ve placed on both his sides earlier, clearly startled; he even has to blink twice before realizing who it is that just violated his privacy in such a way.

“What the?! Since when are you here?”

“Oh, so that’s how you’re going to welcome me back?”

He rolls his eyes at your obviously fake pout and opens his mouth to say something, but he closes it immediately as if he just remembered something extremely important. You patiently wait for him to speak up, but instead he quickly tidies up his desk and goes back to his paperwork as if nothing happened. All the while, you stare at him amusedly;

“And you’re not even going to say anything about my promotion? Not even a boring ‘congratulations’?”

He scoffs.

“Welcome and congrats. Are you happy now? Can I do my job?”

“I don’t know, can you?”

You walk closer to him and bend down, resting your head on his shoulder. Anyone else would get frustrated at Scaramouche, but you know he’s acting like this only because he’s a little bit jealous... and perhaps because you forgot to reply to one of his letters? ...You’ll have to check later.

You stay like that for a while, the only noises filling the room being the one of your breaths and the soft buzzing of the quill’s tip against the paper as Scaramouche keeps writing. You scan the words carefully, admiring how his calligraphy makes even the most boring ones look fancy.

A couple of minutes go by and he sighs;

“Has anyone ever told you about personal space?”

He asks, not really expecting a serious answer. You hum as if in deep thought, and then shake your head.

“Thought so.”

“Aw come on, you’re being so mean to me on my first day back here. Do you want me to help you with those by the way?” you point at the big pile of papers on his right, “It looks like a lot to do on your own.”

He puts his quill aside and turns around to face you as you stand still again;

“Are you serious? Take today as a free day, you’ve been around Teyvat for so long I-“

“Oh, was that an order? Should I remind you who’s boss between us now?”

He groans loudly and you let out a laugh;

“Just kidding, I should probably do that. I’ll leave you to your boring paperwork then.”

You give him a quick kiss on the cheek before walking towards the door, now that you think about it you still need to unpack your things and you haven’t even said hi to the other Harbingers as well; you remember how Childe also came back a while ago and in his last letter he asked you to come say hi, even if nowadays he’s busy training rookies. Scaramouche would’ve probably burned that letter to ashes already if he knew about it.

Before you can close the door behind you though, your boyfriend calls your name.

“Huh? What is it?”

“I think I can finish these later actually, it’s not urgent stuff anyways. So...” he trails off.

“So?”

“...So you can tell me about your equally boring missions and how the hell you even managed to get a promotion, I guess.”

You walk back inside with a smile on your face after hearing his words, though you can’t help but mess with him a little more.

“But you looked like you didn’t care just five minutes ago?”

“I still don’t! I just want to look like a good boyfriend.”

He’s joking, and you can clearly tell by the fact that he’s actually returning your smile, something he rarely ever does to anyone but you. He stands up from his desk and, after locking the door, you both walk over to the small leather couch he keeps in his personal office and room, your heart beating a little bit faster at the thought of finally being able to cuddle with your boyfriend.

As you sit and settle down so that your legs and foreheads are touching you glance outside the window, and notice it’s starting to pour. You then look back at Scaramouche, whose eyes are now closed, and you pinch his cheek.

“Don’t fall asleep yet! I have so many things to tell you.”

“Ugh.” He mutters, moving a little closer to you, “Be quick, especiallyif you need to brag.”

[harrysgoldenline]

When In Italy Part 3

Part 1 | Part 2

He remembered your order.

It was all you could think about after you sat down, a waitress coming quickly to your table and he gave you a look, asking you if that’s what you wanted. You gave a small nod and you refrained from commenting on it, not wanting to stroke his already enlarged ego you are sure has only gotten big since you have seen him last based on… well everything.

The waitress thanked you both, taking your menus and leaving the two of you alone, giving one another an awkward smile before you looked down at your hands, now regretting pretending to not know what to order in order to hide behind your menu a bit more.

“So…” Harry began, fingers drumming onto the table, “how have you been?”

You let out an airy laugh, looking up at him with a raised eyebrow before leaning back in the woven dining chair, warm Italian sun hitting your face as you looked out at the view and back to him, not even sure what to say. You, obviously, were not doing great and he was.

You open your mouth to start to answer but stop when the waitress comes back, placing the cool, water glasses in front of you and they quickly become interesting as you watch the condensation drop down from the glass onto the table.

“Y/n…” Harry began, looking up at you and sighing when your eyes met, “Can you talk to me? I just want to see what you’ve been up to.”

“What about you?” You counter, heart pounding against your chest, “I feel like you’re the one who needs to check in and share some updates more than anyone else, don’t you think?”

“I guess I deserve that.” He chuckled, taking a sip of water and looking at you over the glass causing you to scoff.

“I’m glad you think it’s funny.” you glare, crossing your arms over your chest, trying to calm your pounding heart, “really makes the whole situation better.”

“Okay, you’re right, I’m sorry,” He nodded, holding his hands up in defense, “but I didn’t know you were going to be there, I would have never brought her if I would have known that, obviously and I’m sorry it happened this way but I’m glad I saw you, I’m glad to see you.”

“Who is she?”

He looked surprised by your question, not expecting you to rip the band-aid off in the way that you did. But, you knew him. Better than anyone you’ve ever known in your life and you couldn’t understand why he was beating around the bush like this so much. You also needed this for yourself, not wanting to fall for his famous charm, looking into those beautiful, jade eyes you knew you would be done for.

It’s the reason your sitting across from at this table at all, not being able to resist his smile, his sot, caring voice as he asked you to see him, having no idea what you would be getting into all, you said yes without any hesitation and you decided in that moment, watching as he went around the clear high priority topic with ease.

“Her name is Olivia.” He sighed, “she’s the director of the movie I’m going to be in and…”

“You’re together?”

He didn’t answer, looking at his hands.

You nodded, taking his silence as the clear answer and you bit your bottom lip hard, tasting blood as your teeth sunk into the flesh, hoping the pain would stop the tears that were stinging your eyes. You could feel your hands shake and you let out a sigh, standing up from the table and running your hands over your skirt, frustrated he didn’t even have the nerve to come out and simply say it.

“I-I’m going to go,” You began to ramble, looking down at the water glass and you dug through your bag, looking for money to pay for your meal and tip the waitress, even though it wasn’t yet served to you, eyes burning as you did your best to keep in your tears.

“Please stay.” He whispered and you shook your head rapidly, pulling out your wallet and looking for a big enough bill, “Okay, let me just drive you back, put your wallet away this is on me.I asked you to come.” He added, pulling out his wallet and laying down a more than generous amount.

“No, please.” You whispered, stepping back as you stepped closer to you, “just, stay. Take my food with you. I’m gonna book a flight home and you guys can have the house to yourselves by tomorrow night.”

“Y/n-”

“Goodbye, Harry.”

You ignored his calls of your name, walking down the pavestone as you made your way through the quaint town, passing the many boutiques and gelato shops you two went through a dozen times.You also did your best to ignore the longing look of pity as you passed by the strangers, thankful your italian wasn’t as good as his, that way you didn’t have to also hear what they were saying about you.

You wandered your way through the beautiful village, wishing it brought you the same amount of joy as it always did, but not it just left you a bitter taste in your mouth, reaching for your phone and calling for a cab, looking up flights the second the car pulled up.

***

Your eyes fluttered open at the sound of your alarm, heart wrenching at the realization that all of this was real and you fist rubbed your swollen eyes, sniffling as you sat up and the details all came back to you.

“He found someone else already.” you had sobbed into the phone to your best friend, clutching at your chest as your back was against the front door. “He already moved on, y/bff/n and he brought her here and-and… I-I got a flight home and I just don’t know what to do.”

You were beginning to hyperventilate, mind being unable to wrap around the fact that he had moved on so quickly, the man you thought you were going to marry, being together for years, had already moved on to someone else.

Your best friend had done her best to calm you, begging you to let them fly there to help get your things together, to at least meet you at a connecting flight so you weren’t flying home completely alone, but you didn’t allow it, knowing how much trouble they would get into with their boss.

“I’ll be there to pick you up.” they told you, after a long pause, their heart was breaking at the sound of your cries, “You’re gonna make it through this, y/n. I know you are.”

You weakly stumbled out of bed, walking straight to the closet and, once again, pulling your bags out and throwing them onto the bed, throwing your all clothes into a messy pile and zipping up the bag, pushing it into the hallway after quickly changed into a clean outfit, slipping on a pair of sneakers as you got ready for your flight home.

Forcing yourself to brush your teeth and run a comb through your hair was harder than you had ever imagined, hating to have to look at your reflection as the face of her was being compared side by side in your mind. You hated yourself more for wishing that Harry tried a little harder, wishing that he had ran after you and tried to at least explain more, extend the olive branch so to speak, even though it would never fully heal your wounds.

Your anxious mind wouldn’t stop reliving your morning with Harry and you couldn’t help but have regrets, wondering if you overreacted, wondering what would have happened if you stayed for the rest of the meal.

Could you ever be friends?

Pushing yourself away from the counter you hoped that the thoughts would subside, wishing you knew the answers but knowing you never would. You shuffled your way into the living room, curling up on the couch as you waited for the car to come pick you up and take you to the airport, not having the energy to reach to pick up the remote so you sat in silence.

Although it felt like minutes, an hour soon passed and you heard the knock at the door and you forced yourself up, grabbing your suitcase and wheeling it behind you as you opened the door, being greeted by the driver who took your suitcase from you and loaded it into the car as you followed behind, finding your place in the backseat.

The time went faster than you thought it would, the drive to the airports, the security line, flights, layovers, all of it. The next thing you knew you were walking down the steps of the airport, seeing the face of your best friend and running towards them, dropping your suitcase in the process as they quickly took you in their arms, holding you as tight as they could.

“I got you.” They whispered, rubbing your back as your tears sunk into the fabric of the fabric covering their shoulder, “I’m so, so sorry, sweetheart. You’re gonna be okay, I promise.”

“How do you know?” you horsley whispered, “my heart hurts so much.”

“I know, I know.” They whispered back, pulling back and looking you into the eyes, giving you a smile and wiping away your tears, “It’s going to be okay, I promise. You are an incredible human being, y/n, you are so unbelievably strong andI know that you can do this and I’m going to be there for you every single step of the way, okay?. ”

And they were.

Being there for you every single step of the way for the next two weeks since you got back from your trip and even moved into your apartment with you for a few days at first as you adjusted. Holding you every single time that you cried, always checking in and making sure that you were taking care of yourself and always being there for you to talk about everything, even though you weren’t quite ready yet, they were there for you when you were going to be and you couldn’t have been more thankful for that.

Now, after a couple weeks of healing, after your plummet on your journey of healing post break up, you felt like you were back on your way up. You started leaving your apartment more again and y/bff/n even got you to go out with them and a couple of friends one night.

Actually starting to feel better and even starting to feel a lot more like yourself.

Your phone buzzed and you quickly took a look down at it, seeing a text from y/bff/n

Be there soon! i can't wait to try out this new coffee place!

You smiled and sent back your quick reply, letting her know you were going to head downstairs touching up your makeup quickly as you looked at yourself in the mirror and smiled back at your reflection, seeing the glow and fullness starting to come back to your face, the circles under your eyes slowly disappearing more and more everyday.

Grabbing your purse off the kitchen counter and sliding on your shoes you got ready to leave your apartment, heading out the door and locking the door behind you, jiggling the handle to endure it was locked before turning on your heel to head out. You go to reach for the elevator button, but it dings as it announces its arrival and you step out of the way, allowing whatever neighbor to have a clear path to their apartment. Instead, you're met with a pair of familiar green eyes.

“Harry?”

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[avintagekiss24]

—you can pretend you don’t miss me; bucky barnes

pairing: tfatws!bucky barnes x black!reader

word count: 4049

warnings: 18+ ONLY, knife kink, vaginal fingering, orgasm denial, tiny bit of blood, attempted murder

challenge: @cockslut-padalecki a decade under the influence “what if I can’t forget you? I’ll burn your name into my throat”

request: bucky barnes + “i have a feeling i’m gonna get lucky tonight” + orgasm denial

author note: surprise! it didn’t take me two months to write something sjsksjs please enjoy fic #3 of my 5/5.5k follower celebration! also another quick congrats to lisa for hitting 10k!!

inspired by this art ; gif by @zacharylevis ; line divider by @firefly-graphics ; title inspired by billie eilish bitches broken hearts

The taste of bourbon and cigarettes is on his lips and tongue as he licks into your mouth. He moans into you, fingers digging into the meat of your thigh as he hooks your leg right around his waist. Your back is up against the heavy door of his apartment, fingers in soft brown hair, wet lips smacking and sucking, teeth nibbling on his swollen, red bottom lip. He laughs, relaxing into your kiss and lips and teeth as he anchors your weight in his metal hand, flesh hand rummaging in his almost too tight black jeans for his door key.

There’s a smirk on your face as you pull away from him. Your lips are still touching. Foreheads resting on one another's. Eyes a little shy, only connecting for fractions of seconds before they’re on the floor or a pair of lips. The jingle of keys fills the hallway, then the thunk of one as it pushes into the slot and stops hard against the rusted metal of the lock. The deadbolt slaps back into the door and with a push of his foot, and a little help from your weight being pinned against it, the swollen door scrapes against the frame as it pops open, swinging back into the wall.

Bucky slips his hands down your sides, grips your hips tight as he starts to back you inside. They stay there, those hands, as his eyes bounce back and forth between yours and dip down to your mouth where he licks his lips and catches his bottom lip between his teeth, like he’s fantasizing about wanting to feel them again. A metal hand cups your face, his palm warm as he sweeps his thumb along your cheek.

His tongue sneaks out just before your lips meet again to tease the roof of your mouth before he grabs your top lip between his. You both inhale deep, breathing each other in, a concoction of soft and sweet and smoke and warmth.

You’re not sure who moves first, whether Bucky is pushing or you’re pulling— probably a little of both— but you’re inside of his apartment before you know it. The door slams shut. Your leather jacket slips off your shoulders and hits the hardwood floor as you back further inside.

Fingers and hands are everywhere. Yanking at shirts, popping buttons, pulling zippers as lips get more desperate. You back into a set of bar stools, knocking them around just a little as you stumble and catch yourself, throwing your head back as laughter spills from you. Bucky pushes out a breath and a small laugh while he eyes you all hungry like as he pulls at his boots.

You tease him a little, putting those feminine wiles to good use— tilt your head, twist your hair around your fingers, push your tits forward. With your shirt crumpled on the floor, the titanium bars pushed through your nipples catch the soft pink, blue, and purple lights of the neon signs pouring in through the kitchen windows through the sheer mesh bralette covering your chest.

Bucky looks a mess. Hair all over his head, pants open— the band of his Hugo Boss boxers peeking out— plain black t-shirt now in a rumpled pile on the floor. His footsteps heavy as he stalks towards you. He stops short, wraps black and gold fingers around your wrist and yanks, collecting you again to crush your soft body against his hard one.

You tilt your head up towards him, eyes turning to slits, lips brushing against his as manicured fingertips push just inside his jeans. Soft tips sweep over a rigid cock, the size making a sly smile curl onto your face. This one is full of surprises.

“Well well,” you purr, kissing him quick, wet and loud, never taking your eyes off him, “I have a feeling I’m gonna get lucky tonight.”

A deep chuckle rumbles through his chest, a breath pushing out through his nose as a lopsided grin paints his handsome face, “Aren’t you a smart girl.”

You curl your fingers around his neck, digging the tips into his messy hair and draw him in— dragging the wet velvet of your tongue over his mouth real slow, watching as his eyes close, “You, bed,” you instruct, “Me, bathroom.”

Footsteps fill the quiet, surprisingly lived-in apartment, the clicks of your heels and his heavy thumps as he pulls you towards the bed. He just points off to his left as he falls onto the mattress, resting a leaden head on a wide palm as he settles in. Eyes blinking at you slow as you disappear behind a white door.

The bathroom is immaculate. White. Sterile. Nothing out of place— very military of him. You undress slowly, removing your shoes one by one before moving on to your jeans, leaving you in nothing but a see through bra, waist high panties— and a black leather ankle holster housing your six inch, hand crafted, butterfly knife.

You lift your foot, place it on the white countertop and slip the blade from the holster before carefully, quietly undoing the straps. Taking a deep breath, you stand up a little straighter, roll your neck and shoulders as you stare back at your reflection. The pony tail comes down, silky hair falling over your shoulders and down your back— best fifteen hundred bucks you’ve ever spent on yourself.

Gotta look good on the day you finally get to kill the Winter Soldier.

With a soft flick of your wrist, the blade flips out and you can’t help but run a manicured finger over the edge, pressing the sharp point into the pad. You find yourself in the mirror again and tilt your head a little as your brain goes a little empty— except for maybe one thought.

You wanna fuck him. You’ve earned it, and regrettably so, you find Bucky Barnes sort of interesting. Funny. Engaging when prodded a bit but still somehow deadpan and aloof.

His huge cock doesn’t help matters either.

You sigh, oh well.

The door clicks as you open it and pass through. You keep your hands behind your back as your body softens— sinks into itself a little. Hair falls in your face as you feign shyness, batting big, soft brown eyes and sinking your teeth into an ample bottom lip.

Bucky took the time to get completely naked. Hard cock gripped in his flesh palm, slow drags from the base to the glistening tip.

God, you really kinda wish you could fuck this man.

“Come ‘ere.”

An outstretched metal hand accompanies the gentle beckoning. You move soft, a small sound of your feet sinking into the carpet before you reach out with your empty hand and slide it into warm metal, using the sturdy grip to hoist yourself up and over his stomach.

His hands find your hips— big, warm, manly hands. They slip upwards just a bit to grip the soft of your sides. Move down again for thick fingers to graze over your ass and tickle the backs of your naked thighs. Still, you palm the handle of your knife tight and high, in the small of your back, as you use your free hand to push the dark strands of hair out of your face.

Bucky’s eyes meet yours when his fingers push between your parted legs, finding a wet spot in those mesh panties. You inhale deep, blinking back at him as his fingers keep a sweet little rhythm back and forth against your cunt. Hips defy your brain and push forward into those fingers— wanting just a little more.

Maybe you can wait… maybe until after...

You lean forward before your brain can finish stringing the words together— you have to or you’d lose all your nerve and give into that weak devil telling you to taste the sin. Let him spread you open until it hurts. Your mouth finds his hot and swollen and you kiss him hard, so hard he groans into it. You pull back just enough to lick his mouth again, eyes bouncing between his.

“What’re you waitin’ for, sweetheart? You need more of an invitation than this?” Bucky asks low and slow, pushing his cock right into your ass as his fingers creep inside your panties.

You smile, real nice and sweet before swooping the arm from behind your back to push the knife into his neck, “Oh nothing, baby,” you purr, “Just waiting for the right time to kill you is all.”

You lean back a little to see his face, tipping your head to the side. He’s pretty calm for a guy who’s minutes away from bleeding out on his own bed— but he is an assassin. Not much can shake him— should shake him.

Bucky blinks slow at you, hands coming to rest by his sides. His eyes don’t widen, pupils don’t dilate. Steady breathing stays just the same— he doesn’t even shift uncomfortably. Just blinks back at you. Slow. Easy. Without a fucking care in the goddamn world.

An angry heat blooms across your skin at his nonchalance as the seconds tick by. Your chest starts to rise and fall a little harder. Your eyes start to bounce between his as you suck your teeth in indignation, “You don’t remember me, do you?”

A blink is all you get.

“Of course you don’t,” you hiss, “Why would you? I was just one of many in the wrong place at the wrong time, right?” Your grip on the handle of the knife tightens as you push it harder against his skin— this time he swallows, “Who cares how many innocent lives you’ve destroyed as long as you got what you wanted.”

He still doesn’t say a word, doesn’t flinch, doesn’t react. Just stares up at you as you crack, laughing angrily as you take his silence mockingly, “Well, I couldn’t fuckin’ forget you. Eight years. Eight years of living in absolute terror that you’d come back for me.” You’re seething now, eyes wild, breath coming harder and faster than the one before it, “Constantly looking over my shoulder, jumping at every bark of a dog and clink of keys and slam of a car door outside my apartment— do you know how it feels to live like that? Huh? Expecting to die every second of every hour of every goddamn day?”

Another silence drops over the room and it’s just the two of you staring at each other. You’re not even sure why he isn’t fighting back— why he’s just lying there and then it hits you, like a ton of bricks.

Of course he knows what it’s like to live like this. He’s used to it.

A trickle of blood slips down the side of his neck, the singular plop staining the white sheets below, “I’ve never thought about after— once you’re dead. What if I can’t forget you? I’ve spent so long hating you— it’s, it’s like by killing you, I’ll burn your name into my throat, you know? You’ll always just,” you tilt your head, digging the knife in a little harder, “Be there. With me always.”

The funniest thing happens as soon as the words slip through your teeth. His lips start to twitch. Curl into a smile— one where those pearly whites are on display— and then he’s laughing. Like someone just told a fucking joke.

It makes you recoil. Makes you squint and has your face twist in confusion, lips separating as a heavy breath passes through.

“Well,” he finally purrs, the laughter rumbling through his chest dying down, “Go ‘head, honey.”

When you hesitate, he pushes his chin forward, arch’s his head back to put his neck on full display, “Come on, baby. Don’t get my hopes up and not follow through.”

“You’re insane.” You hiss.

He leans up a little, another smile curling onto his lips, “In this business, you gotta be.”

The words stick in air like glue as he settles back into the pillow below his head, blue eyes twinkling underneath the soft neon lights pouring in through the windows.

He’s fucking with you. Just do it. The words echo, knocking around your brain as you stare down at him, blade still shoved into the crease of his neck. Another drop of blood plops onto the sheets below. Your lip snarls slightly, eyes narrowing as heat flashes across your skin again. He’s mocking you. After everything he’s done, all the pain— the fear.

You inhale deep, grip the handle so hard your nails dig into your palm and instinct takes over. The hatred, the built up aggression and vitriol guiding your hand, about to slash that pretty thick neck wide open. You are more than ready to see a deep red stain white sheets and blue eyes lose all of the life he’s built into them and fade away into nothingness. Just when you’re about to make your eight year long dream come true, it all flashes before your eyes.

Within a blink— half of a blink— you're off his lap, slammed up against the wall opposite the bed, warm flesh hand around your throat. You gasp hard, nearly choking on the air you can’t grab as you start to struggle, slapping at his face before swinging the knife wildly.

Bucky catches your arm with ease, squeezing your hand until you’re grunting and hissing in pain, grip relaxing around the metal. You blink again, and your knife is now pressed against your throat as you growl, struggling to no avail.

“You’re lucky baby,” he mutters, “Nobody survives that long while holding a knife to my throat.” He kisses you hard, digging his teeth into your bottom lip to drag it back with him when he pulls away, “You’re a cutie tho, so, you get a little reprieve.”

He leans back in real close, eyes roaming along your face as his head tilts, breathing easy. Staring back at him, lip curling again as you huff hard, angry breaths beating out of your nose. But your hands have come to rest on his arms. You can feel the blood coursing through the vein that’s popped out right down the center of his bicep. Your fingers flex around metal and muscle, goosebumps rising on your skin as the cool air conditioning tickles hot skin.

“Of course I remember you,” he whispers after a long time— too long, “I remember each and every face of the last seventy years,” his eyes bounce between yours, “I knew exactly who you were as soon as you popped up on that stupid dating app.”

Another sharp influx of air squeezes out of your throat when he drags the tip of your knife underneath your chin, down the length of your throat, down your chest. Slips it along your stomach before pushing it into the mesh that covers your chest. A flick of his wrist and you’re bare, the thin material giving way to the blade.

Your chest heaves, eyes wide, lips parting as the tip of that blade scrapes along your skin— right between your tits. Brown eyes drop to his red, wet lips quick, then shoot back to focus on his piercing blues.

“I wasn’t sure at first what you wanted,” he whispers, flattening the blade over a piqued nipple, clinking against the metal bar piercing your thick flesh, “If you recognized me after all this time— I mean, with the new hair and everything.”

A hum sounds at the back of your throat, trembling and airy and Bucky picks it up right away— another smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. The fingers around your throat peel away slowly but he watches you all the while, fire behind his eyes as he tests you.

“You’re a good little actress,” words still soft but full— maybe amazed that you were able to get as close as you did, “But you knew that already, huh?”

You swallow hard, eyes tipping down to watch his fingers drift down your arm. Light little touches, “You have to be when born— ah,” the edge of the knife catches your thick nipple as he slides it across your tit.

He kisses you again, real sweet this time though. Tongue sweeping along your bottom lip as both his encase it, “I’m sorry baby. You were saying?”

Flesh fingers dance along your stomach, sweeping from hip to hip. Just the tips. Feather light drags so you don’t forget about them. His large palm grips your hip, pushes his thumb into the meat of your side and you have to close your eyes— clear your throat to center yourself. To remember why you’re there in the first place.

Sweet breath washes over your face as Bucky rolls your left nipple now into the edge of the blade— kissing you again when you shriek at the quick, sharp pain just to eat the sound. You lose the fingers around your hip, only to find them again suddenly, jumping in slight surprise as calloused pads cup a soft, wet cunt.

Bucky’s still blinking slow, fingers pushing along a swollen clit, massaging. He’s real close now, prickly cheek rubbing against yours, teeth nibbling at your jawline.

Your own fingers dig into his biceps as your eyes flutter with the tightening of your stomach. A warmth starts to spread through your veins. Hips find a little rhythm against his hand. A sharp prick here and there as he circles that knife— your own damn knife— around your tits and back up to your throat again.

That’s when he sinks two long, thick fingers into you, not stopping until his palm is flush with your sticky folds. His thumb pressed against the sensitive little nub at the center of you.

His eyes are slits, head tilted up slightly as his mouth hangs, dragging in the air you expel. Only then does his fingers start to move, delving in and out, thumb still pushing along your clit.

“God,” you pant, pushing your head upwards against the wall, “Mmm, I can’t—” his fingers push deeper and the words are gone, like they never even existed in the first place, “Fuck.”

Bucky pushes the smooth blade against your throat just a little harder— the sharp edge forcing your chin upward a little more. He flattens his thumb against your lower stomach, starts to pull his fingers, not push them. The heel of his palm starts to slap against your skin as you buck into the motion.

Your hands slip up to his shoulders, both arms wrapping lazily around either side of his neck. The soft hum from earlier is replaced with high pitched whimpers and breathy little squeaks. Bitten off words fall from your lips as you squirm against the wall, wanting him deeper, faster, harder— which he delivers without you having to say a word.

He grabs your cheeks, pinching hard as the blade flattens across your pouty lips. A weak, desperate whimper sounds, all your resolve gone. Whatever leverage you thought you had completely wiped away— and it makes a wicked grin spread on Bucky’s lips.

“You close, baby? Hmm?” he hums, licking at your mouth again, “Oh sweet girl, you wanna come, huh? You gonna come for me?”

He strokes your clit with the tip of his thumb, your walls clenching around his fingers. The gentle encouragement continues, real soft and between sweet little kisses all over your face. A dull ache settles in your belly, a thick heat starting to stir within. Your heart leaps into your throat as your hips pump with Bucky’s hand, the release so close you can taste it.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you groan, “‘m gonna fuckin—”

“You want it? Huh? Want me to make you come honey?”

You squeak in response, nodding fast as you bite down into your lip, “Please. Please.”

Heat ripples through your body as you start to tremble, legs going shaky and weak. Muscles start to burn all over as you tense hard, coaxing the sweet agony swirling in your stomach. You cry out, his name hanging on your lips as the rush of it all pushes higher and higher.

Just as you start to unravel, just as the coil begins to snap, his fingers are gone. Pulled from your cunt and clit. You’re whipped around his body, forced back towards the bed. Your mind racing— maybe you’ll be getting some of that cock afterall.

Or not.

Metal slaps around your wrist, bites into the skin as it clamps down, the clink of teeth sliding into the lock housing ringing in your ears. You snap your head towards the sound when it all finally connects in your murky brain. The horror of realization floods into your veins— blood running cold as your stomach drops to your feet.

The handcuffs clink against the dark metal headboard as you fight against it, “You bastard! You fuckin’ piece of shit, let me go!” you shout, thrashing your arm back and forth, pulling as hard as you can, “Goddamn it— let me the fuck go! I’ll fuckin’ kill you, you bast—”

“Ooph,�� Bucky jests, octave rising as he slips back into his jeans, “You got a filthy little mouth on you.”

“Fuck you!”

He scoffs, laughing gently as he pulls his black shirt back over his head. The bastard even starts to hum as he plops down on the edge of the bed, taking his time while he pushes his feet back into his boots and shrugs into his jacket.

You keep sharp eyes on him as he stands and turns to face you, dangling a pair of small silver keys next to his grinning face before he tosses them somewhere deep in the apartment. You swipe at him with your free hand as he approaches, just barely catching his chin as he kneals down, “I’m gonna kill you,” you smile, a blind rage engulfing every pore, every muscle, every ounce of your body.

Bucky shrugs, “Not tonight, sweets. Listen, tell Sam I’m sorry about the mess, hm?”

“Who the fuck is Sam?” you hiss.

He looks down at his watch, “Yeah, he should be home in about an hour. It’s not everyday you walk into your apartment to find a naked, wannabe assassin handcuffed to your bed, so, give him my apologies— wait, you know about Sam, right? The new Cap, they made it official a couple of weeks ago.”

Your jaw clenches as you stare back at his smiling face, more humiliation pouring through you as you realize he’s had you pegged the entire goddamn time.

“Oh baby,” he laughs again, “You didn’t honestly think I’d take you back to my place, did you? I don’t even know you— you kids today are so reckless.”

Blue eyes bounce between yours for a few seconds before he glances down at his hands, works them back into his black gloves. He pulls your butterfly knife from his back pocket and starts to play with it, flicking his wrist to close it, and then open it over and over again.

“I’m keeping this,” he offers as he locks it closed and slips it back into his pocket, “Maybe you’ll find the balls to try and take it from me.”

“Oh,” you laugh, shaking your head, “I’m taking it back.”

Bucky stands, the sound of his heavy boots sounding through the apartment as he moves towards the door, “I look forward to it kiddo.”

***

If there’s one thing you respect about Bucky Barnes, it’s his attention to detail.

Right on the dot, exactly one hour later, you snap your head towards the front door as keys start to jingle in the lock. With the bed sheet wrapped loosely around your torso, you straighten up against the wall, eyes wide as you watch an exhausted Samuel Thomas Wilson walk into his apartment.

“Oh, fuck!” he shouts, jumping slightly and dropping his bag to the floor when he locks eyes with you, “What in the fuck?”

“I can explain… sort of.” you start, holding up your hand.

You apparently don’t need to. Sam’s phone is to his ear within seconds as he starts to pace back and forth, “Bucky, this is not why I gave you a key to my mother fuckin’ apartment!”

[nocturnalazura]

Assistance Needed Pt. 2

Pairing: Todoroki Shoto x Female Reader

Warnings: cream pie, Unprotected sex, office sex

Part 1

WC: 11.1K

“Shoto! C’mon I gotta go!” You squeal as he attempts to pull you back into his bed. “I’m gonna be late!”

“Just call in. He won’t care.” Shoto whines as you escape his grasp.

“He’s my boss! He’ll care if his assistant doesn’t show up and you have to work anyway so we can’t stay in bed.”

“Will you at least shower with me?” He pouts, reaching out for you.

“Fine, but you have to get up right now and be on your best behavior the rest of the day.”

“You act like I’m a child. You do know I’m older than you right?”

“Could’ve fooled me by the way you pout after talking to your father.” You shout as you walk into his bathroom to turn on the shower.

“Of course I fucking pout, the asshole wants to fuck my girlfriend.” He mutters under his breath, before dragging himself out of bed to follow you.

After what happened in Endeavor’s office eight months ago the two of you have started a rather wonderful relationship. Sure there’s a lot of hiding and sneaking around the office to avoid Endeavor finding out about the two of you but it’s fun. You decided to let Shoto decide on when and how he wants to let Endeavor know about the two of you. Especially after he filled you in on why they have such a strained relationship and you could understand why he keeps some parts of his life on the quiet side.

After prying Shoto off of you in the shower, you finally managed to get ready and head to work, leaving Shoto to finish getting himself ready for his own day at work. Walking into the large building you immediately stop and grab Endeavor’s morning coffee before heading up to his floor. Dropping your bag at your desk you knock on the door before pushing it open and gliding over to the large desk your boss is seated behind.

“Good morning sir! Sorry I’m a little late but I grabbed your coffee!” You chirp, placing the cup on his desk before stepping away and offering him a large smile.

“Ah, thank you Y/n.”

“Is there anything you would like me to do this morning?”

“No, you’re free to go about your normal tasks. I have paperwork to fill out before I patrol.”

“Of course sir. If you need anything please let me know.”

Smiling widely at him you practically skip out of the room to take a seat at your desk and start your morning tasks. An hour ticks by as you go through emails, forwarding and replying to everything that needs your immediate attention. Only pausing briefly to bid Endeavor a goodbye as he heads off to start his morning patrol. Going through a small pile of paperwork you divide everything up into neat piles, double checking everything you take the papers that need signing and set them neatly on Endeavor’s desk. A warm body suddenly crowds you against the side of the desk pressing the hard wood into your hips.

“Hello there beautiful.”

“Hi, Shoto.” You laugh as his hands settle on your hips.

“Smoothie and bagel on your desk.”

“Mmm thank you. I was just thinking I could use a snack.”

“Hmmm good thing I grabbed you something.” He whispers kissing at your neck.

“Shoto Todoroki, stop trying to feel me up in my boss's office.”

“But my office is on the next floor and that’s too far. Plus this is where it all started.”

“I know but Shoto.”

“You looked so pretty, perched right here on the edge, pretty little work outfit all messed up. You were so cute and ready for me.”

Spinning around, you push him away from you, shaking your head with a little smile, you duck under his arm and start to walk out of the office. Before you have a chance to reach the door, arms are wrapping around your waist stopping you. Twisting and fidgeting you attempt to escape Shoto’s arms as he simply tightens them not letting you move.

“Sho, c’mon!” You giggle smacking his arm. Begrudgingly he lets go of you and follows you out of the office to your desk in front of it. “Oooo you got my favorite. Have I told you I love you yet today?”

“Mm yeah when I had you pinned in the shower.”

“Shoto! What is with you today?”

“Nothing, I just haven’t seen you a lot this week, I’ve been swamped and you’ve been working late.” He murmurs leaning back against the wall near your desk.

“Aw baby, I spent the night at your place last night plus we’re off tomorrow. I’ll come over again and spend the night so we can sleep in and spend the entire day together.”

“Deal, dinner tonight?”

“I’d love that. Now, take this paperwork you need to look it over and sign, then have your assistant bring it back to me.”

“I can do that. See you later, love.” Shoto whispers before looking around to make sure the hall is empty before kissing you quickly and heading off to go to his own floor.

Smiling happily you take a quick break to munch on the snack Shoto picked up for you. Finishing off your food you quickly throw it away before checking through the agency calendar to see what you need to prepare for the next two days while you’re off. While Endeavor does have a secondary assistant that fills in on your days off, you still like to prep everything you can for her since she only works part time. Downloading the files that’ll be needed for a meeting tomorrow you start printing out all the papers and making packets for those listed to attend.

Once the prep for your two days off is finished you continue on with your original tasks until Endeavor returns from patrol. Doubling checking your phone to make sure you have the time right you quickly head to his office.

“Endeavor sir, I’m going to head to lunch. Do you need anything before I head off?” You question with a soft smile.

Endeavor slowly looks up, looking you over before finally answering. “No thank you Y/n, please enjoy your lunch.”

“Thank you sir.”

With that you grab your bag like you normally would and head to the elevator as usual. Stepping in you let the doors close before selecting the next floor. As the doors slowly open you quickly head down the hall quickly checking to make sure you’re alone before pushing Shoto’s office door open and stepping in. He glances up at you and offers a little smile as he says something to whoever he’s got on the phone. Skipping over to him you drop your bag near his desk and wrap your arms around his neck to kiss his cheek sweetly.

Shoto gives you a confused look as you unwrap yourself from him and slowly pull his chair back. Once there’s enough space you slip under his desk and stare up at him expectantly. Taking your hint Shoto scoots his chair in and spreads his legs letting you fit yourself between them comfortably. Resting your head on one of his thighs you trace little shapes into his thighs, moving around and gliding your hands up his abs and chest before bringing them back down. Peeking up at him from your spot under the desk you grin at the way his eyes are closed as he half mumbles responses into the phone until he finally hangs up and looks down at you.

“Mmm hello love, can I help you?”

“Can I?” You question, running a hand over the bulge forming in his pants.

“Can you?”

“Can I have your cock?” You plead, leaning your head back onto his thigh and batting your eyes up at him.

“Of course you can love.”

Smiling brightly you fix yourself on your knees and set to work unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. Lifting his hips slightly he lets you pull the bottom portion of his costume down until his half hard cock is fully out for you. Shuffling closer to him you immediately start placing little kisses along his shaft. You lick a long strip along the underside, licking along the thick vein that rests there. Wrapping a hand around him you stroke him slowly, watching as he hardens fully in your grasp. You let out a pleased hum when your fingers don’t quite meet as you move your hand along his shaft. Stroking carefully you lean up and kiss at the tip before wrapping your lips around it and suckling softly.

With a quiet groan Shoto leans back in his chair and lets a hand drop down to smooth over your head. Looking up at him through your lashes you slowly start to work your way down, moving until his tip hits the back of your throat. Breathing through your nose you finally bob your head along him, using your hand to work the last couple inches that don’t quite fit in your mouth. Sucking happily you almost miss the sound of his office door opening. Suddenly you feel Shoto shoving himself forward pushing you further under his desk, but keeps you in place with the hand on the back of your head. Suddenly he presses you down, forcing the rest of him down your throat. Tears prick the back of your eyes as you struggle to breathe through your nose and relax your throat.

“Can I help you?” Shoto says. How he manages to keep a completely calm voice while he’s down your throat you will never know.

“Shoto, we have a meeting tomorrow.” Endeavor’s deep voice booms throughout the office. Tensing, your nails dig into his thighs as you try to pull off of him.

“I’m off tomorrow.”

“We need you here, it’s important.”

“I’m sure I can be filled in the day after, I have plans.” Shoto says growing tense. His hold on you lessens allowing you to pull up enough to take in a quiet breath. He carefully tangles a hand in your hair and pushes you back down, urging you to move on your own finally.

“That won’t work. Shoto, you are a leading figure in this agency and you need to be present for a meeting like this.”

“Like I said I have plans tomorrow.”

“Shoto, it has to do with the future of this agency, I expect you to be here. The meeting is at 1.” Endeavor booms before turning and leaving, letting the door slam behind you.

“Asshole.” Shoto growls slumping back in his seat and dropping the hand from the back of your head.

Pulling off of him, you take a deep breath and push him back a little. After catching your breath and wiping the tears from your eyes you blink up at him. “Shoto, it’s maybe two hours plus the 10 minute drive here, that’s nothing.” You try to tell him as you stroke him.

“Yeah, yeah I know.”

“You’re pouting again.”

“I’m allowed to be annoyed and pout. It’s our day off together tomorrow.”

Ignoring his little huff you swallow his cock down again, holding back a little grin at the strangled groan he lets out as both of his hands fly to your hair. Taking him down as far as you can go, you hollow your cheeks, looking up at him through soft teary eyes. Beautiful heterochromatic eyes stare down at you, soft pink lips parted as he pants softly. Pulling away you lick up his shaft, sucking at the tip as you stroke him. Long fingers tangle in your hair as he starts to guide your head.

“Fuck you always know how to make me feel better.” He grunts as he eases your head down slowly. Relaxing the best you can, you allow him to push your head all the way down, thick cock, resting heavily on your tongue as he slides down your throat. “Shit, that’s it. Swallow for me love?”

Humming around him, your heart skips a little beat at the way he moans before he chokes on the sound as you swallow. The muscles of your throat contract and spasm around him, making his hips jump up into the warmth of your mouth. Feeling his body tense up under you some you pull up, taking a quick deep breath before taking him all the way down again. Your nose presses into the soft trimmed hair at his base. Swallowing around him a few more times you move to go back to eagerly bobbing your head along his cock. Brining a hand up you fondle his balls, carefully rolling them in your palm. The hand in your hair tightens as his hips press up further into your mouth as his head dips back against the chair as he holds you down just as he spills down your throat.

“Fuck Y/n, fuck.” He moans out as he untangles his hand and lets you pull off of him to swallow his load down. Shoto groans again at the tears in the corner of your eyes and the little drop of cum that your tongue peaks out and swipes up. “Fine I’ll go to the meeting, but only if you promise to do that again when I get home.”

Wiping at your mouth you stand and let him fix his pants. “You’ve got a deal, as long as you return the favor.”

“I’d love to.” He grins, grabbing your waist and lifting you to sit on his desk.

“Shoto! Not right now!” You squeal, pushing at his hands as they slide up your thighs. “I have to go back to work soon and I would still like to eat a little of my lunch.”

“Fine.” He mumbles, as he scoots closer to you and straightens out your hair that he helped mess up.

Rolling your eyes at him you grab your discarded bag and spend the rest of your lunch perched on his desk as you pick at your food. Shoto clicks around on his computer for a bit before giving up and resting his head in your lap while you eat. Smiling down at him you comb your fingers through his soft hair, tracing the little side part before scratching lightly at his scalp.

“Ok, I have to go, my break ends in a few.” Hopping off the desk you kiss him quickly before grabbing your bag and heading back to your desk.

Plopping back into your chair you go about normal business for a little while before going through and ordering Endeavor’s lunch like usual. After giving him his food you settle in to finish the rest of your regular duties. The rest of your day is rather uneventful except for the random texts and pictures Shoto occasionally sends you while he’s out on patrol.

“Y/n.” Endeavor calls as he steps out of his office.

“Yes sir? Need something?”

“I’ll be staying late again tonight. Are you available to stay?”

Out of habit you almost say yes, until you remember Shoto wanting to go out to dinner. “Oh sir, I can only stay an extra hour and a half today. I’m sorry.”

“Hm, that’s fine, please don’t stress over it. Tomorrow is your day off correct?”

“Yes sir! And don’t worry I already have everything ready for tomorrow's meeting, marked and everything.”

“Very good. Thank you, and you don’t have to stay, feel free to leave at your usual time.”

“It’s fine I’ll stay for a little extra to help out! Reservations aren’t until 7! So I can stay until 6:30.”

He gives you a curt nod before disappearing back into his office and closing the door rather loudly. You blink away the confusion from his sudden loud departure. Still a little shocked you glance over at your computer as it dings as Endeavor forwards emails to that he needs to get done. Sighing slightly you send Shoto a quick message letting him know you’re staying until his shift is done and start working on the new assortment of work. Finishing all the new items that need your immediate attention you forward everything else to the other assistant and pack up your things for the day. Before leaving you quietly slide into Endeavor’s office.

“Alright sir, I’m done for the day.” You chirp happily. “Everything is set up for the meeting tomorrow as well.”

“Thank you Y/n, you said you had reservations I believe?” He asks looking up at you and waiting for your nod. “Hmm, then I hope you have a wonderful dinner and day off.”

“Thank you sir!”

Giving a small bow you immediately all but dash out of the room and down the hall to the elevator. Pressing the lobby button you shift from one foot to the other eager to not be her any longer. The lobby is mostly empty at this hour, meaning you can easily skip through the empty floor and out to the parking lot until you see him. Leaning against his car in it’s usual parking spot. Shoto doesn’t notice you coming as he fidgets with his sleeves rolling them up slightly before running a hand through his hair.

“Sho!” You shout as you get closer. His head snaps up and a small smile graces his face as he looks up at you.

“There you are beautiful.” He smiles reaching for you. “How was your day?”

“Mm not bad, you showered before coming down?”

“Of course. I’m not going out to dinner with you after being on patrol without showering.”

Giving him a small smile you let him guide you around the car to the passenger side and open the door for you. Closing your door he slides around the car easily before sliding into the driver's side. Dropping your bag you relax into the plush leather seat and watch him pull out of the parking lot. You can’t help but smile as you watch the neon lights of the city dance across his face as he drives through the city. Breaking at a stop light he looks over at you finally catching you staring at him, he lets his head tilt slightly, giving you a warm smile before pulling a hand away from the steering wheel to let it rest on your thigh.

“This better be an innocent hand.” You tease.

“Mmm it is, I promise. I’ll take care of you at home.” He grins giving your thigh a quick squeeze before the light changes and he takes off again. The screen on his dash suddenly lights up as his phone rings and Endeavor’s name pops up on the screen. Squeezing your thigh one more time he moves to hit decline until he takes a quick look at you and sighs and taps accept.

“Shoto.” Endeavor’s low voice booms filling the car.

“What?” Shoto grunts dropping his hand back to your thigh as he keeps his eyes on the road.

“I wanted to talk to you about the meeting tomorrow, meet me and we can have dinner and discuss it.”

“No, I have plans right now, I’m going to the meeting, anything that needs to be discussed can be talked about then.”

“Shoto, this is important information, I’m sure your plans can be postponed for a day.” At that Shoto’s grip on your thigh tightens and his jaw clenches.

“Again, I have plans, I’m not canceling to speak about something that can wait.” Shoto states again, clearly agitated by his father’s pushing. “I’m already losing some of my day off, so if you don’t mind I would like to enjoy the rest of my evening.”

“Fine. Have a good evening.” Endeavor says before ending the call plunging the two of you into tense silence.

Sighing you place a hand on top of his and rub small circles onto the back of his hand until his grip loosens again. Releasing a loud breath he leans back in his seat, eyes focused on the road and cars ahead of him. Taking a second he turns his head and offers you a small smile and quick squeeze to the thigh again, letting you know that he’s alright. Squeezing his hand you sigh happily this time and rest your head against the window watching as neon light fly by until you reach the restaurant.

Dinner passes by like normal, idle chatter of how your days went by as you pick at your food and steal little pieces off one another's plate. Shoto spins his plate around slightly allowing you to reach the pieces he knows you like best. He takes the little piece you offer him, smiling when you ask him if he likes what you picked.

“So after your meeting tomorrow what do you want to do?” You question as you two pick at the last bits of your meals.

“I was thinking of going out but maybe we should just stay in and order take out. Movie day?” He offers as he pushes his plate away finally.

“Movie day sounds absolutely amazing after not getting to see each other as much as we’d like lately.”

“Wanna get dessert?” He asks, pointing to the little menu on the table.

“Eh, their desserts are so tiny and fancy.”

“Ice cream place by the apartment it is then.”

Nodding in agreement you watch him pull out a card to pay the bill, no longer bothering to try and pay for yourself when you’re with him. Offering to pay for your own meal always gets your hand batted away and a disapproving glare from Shoto. It took him a while to get you to stop fighting with him on this, claiming he was usually the one taking you out so he paid. When you grumbled about wanting to treat him too he finally let you pay for the occasional meal but often left you to pay for desserts and treats the two of you would get after meals. It wasn’t a lot but it was better than nothing considering how stubborn he could be about wanting to spoil you at times.

Offering you his arm, the two of you walk back down to the car before starting the small drive to his apartment. Turning on the radio this time you happily hum along to the songs playing, smiling when you catch Shoto tapping his fingers on the steering wheel to the beat. You can’t help but smile when he hums along to the song when you start singing to it. He doesn’t care if you sound good or not, he smiles and goes with it, acting as if it’s his favorite sound in the world. Pulling into his personal parking spot at his complex he gets out and jogs around the car to open your door and offers you a hand to help you out of the car.

Getting out you adjust your skirt again before taking his hand and starting the short walk to the little ice cream parlor just down the street from his place. Your intertwined hands swing between the two of you as you take your time walking. The little bell above the door dings softly as Shoto pulls it open, allowing you to step in first. The warm sweet scent of fresh waffle cones swirls around the little shop as you two step in. Stepping up to the display case you look in trying to decide what you want, while Shoto wraps his arms around your middle resting his chin on your head already knowing what he’ll get. Finally you settle on a singular scoop of your favorite ice cream on a small cone while Shoto gets a small strawberry milkshake.

“Good?” Shoto asks as you step back out into the night and start the short walk home with his arm wrapped around your shoulders.

“Mmm yeah. They have the best ice cream. I love it.”

Kissing the side of your head the two of you take your time walking back to his apartment complex. Walking through the cool evening air with Shoto is calming. The safe and comforting warmth of his arm wrapped around has you sighing happily as you lick at your ice cream. The city has a soft rumble of commotion even on a weeknight like tonight. A soft cool breeze of autumn air swirls around you two, making you press into his side a little more.

“Cold?” He asks rubbing his hand along your arm to warm you up some.

“Not really, just a little chilly. We’re almost home so I’ll live.”

“Have I told you how beautiful you look today?”

“Only a million times. I even got a text telling me how gorgeous I am.”

“Mmm good, gotta make sure you know.” He whispers leaning down to kiss you quickly.

Finishing off your treats, Shoto drops his empty cup in the trashcan in front of his building before pulling the door to the lobby open for you. The front desk attendant waves at the two of you as you step into the elevator. Leaning back against the elevator wall, Shoto pulls you into his chest and tilts your head up gently. Leaning down he kisses you, it’s soft and passionate, his lips moving sweetly as his thumbs draw little circles on your cheeks as he cups them. Quiet elevator music plays in the background, filling the otherwise silent moment. Your hands grab onto his shirt, wrinkling the pristine fabric as you push up onto your toes.

As you two part one of his hands drops to wrap around your waist while his forehead rests against yours. “I love you.” He whispers softly.

“I love you too Shoto.”

Then he gives you that little smile, that little soft smile that you know is only reserved for you. It makes your heart skip a beat and butterflies flutter in your belly. You release his shirt and let your hands dance across his face, tracing the edge of his scar for a moment before he lets his head lean into your palm. The soft ding of the elevator reaching his floor pulls you two out of this perfect little moment. Pressing a quick kiss to your forehead he leads you out of the elevator and towards his apartment.

You two spend the rest of the night laying in bed together, your head resting on his chest directly over his heart. The steady beat calms you as you trace soft patterns onto his pecs while his hand grazes across your skin softly. His free hand scrolls through his phone only half paying attention to whatever’s on the screen.

“Shoto?” You call softly, finally breaking the silence between you too.

“Hmm?” He hums acknowledging your presence.

“Are we ever going to tell your father we’re together?”

“Of course we will.”

“Does he know you’re dating someone?”

“I don’t think so. Unless someone else told him.”

“ As fun as it is, sneaking around it still feels a little weird that he doesn’t know.”

“I suppose one day we’ll have to tell him, but I like that he doesn’t know right now. But mom, Fuyumi and Natsuo know and that’s what really matters.”

Sighing, you nod in understanding and let your head rest against his chest again. As exhaustion finally starts to creep up on the two of you, you retreat to the master bath and start your night time routine while Shoto wraps himself around you watching you go through the familiar steps. His face scrunches up slightly when smear moisturizer on his cheek with a small giggle. Relaxing his face he lets you rub in the moisturizer before kissing the tip of your nose softly.

Slipping into one of his shirts you crawl into the king sized bed and situate yourself in the middle to wait for Shoto. You watch him pace around the room, picking out his suit for the meeting before holding up different ties for you to choose from. Hanging everything up on the door he finally stripes down to his boxers and crawls into bed next to you. Letting himself fall back onto the pillows he holds out an arm, waiting for you to take the hint and curl into his side like always.

“Love you Sho.” You whisper, kissing his jaw.

“Love you too Y/n.” He returns.

The steady sound of his heart beat and quiet little huff of his breathing lulls you into a peaceful sleep. Plush expensive sheets wrap around the two of you, trapping you in Shoto’s warmth and the soft comforting scent of his cologne. The two of you sleep in until warm sunlight fills the bedroom with light and warmth pulling you from your sleep. Blinking away the sleep you attempt to wiggle yourself free from the spot you're trapped in. As you wiggle a little more and finally start to break free, Shoto’s arms tighten around you as he groans and buries his face in your hair.

“Stop moving.” Shoto grumbles.

“I wanna get up.” You whine, wiggling around again.

“Stop it.”

“Shoto, c’mon.” You giggle as you manage to get your hands between you two in an attempt to push him away from you.

“No. Stay.”

“Please.”

“Nooo.”

“Shoto Todoroki release me.” You command. Again his arms tighten, smashing you further against his chest.

“Five more minutes.”

“Fine. Then I wanna get up.”

“Mmmm.”

Sighing you snuggle back into his chest and slide an arm around his waist to draw little shapes on his back. His breathing evens out again as he falls back to sleep with you now happily trapped in his arms. Unfortunately for him his alarm blares through the peaceful silence. His eyes snap open as he lets you go and rolls over to his side of the bed to grab his phone and silence his loud alarm.

“Stupid fucking meeting.” He grumbles as he gets out of bed and shuffles off to the bathroom to shower.

Laughing quietly as you hear the shower start, you roll out of bed and follow after him. Striping off his shirt and your panties you quietly slide open the shower door and step in behind him. Wrapping your arms around his middle you press a gentle kiss between his shoulder blades. Large hands grab your wrist, coaxing you to slide around his body until you stand in front of him with the warm water spraying down on you now.

“Good morning.” You chirp letting your hands explore his muscular back.

“Morning, beautiful.”

Smiling up at him you let him go and step under the water letting it soak you before you reach out and pull him under with you. You sigh and bite into your bottom lip as you watch water slide down his body. Quirking an eyebrow at you blatantly checking him out he reaches around to grab your shampoo. Pouring a small dollop into his hand he tilts your head back slightly and works the shampoo through your hair, massaging at your scalp gently. Letting the shampoo rinse out you reach behind you and grab his body wash and set to work sliding your soapy hands along his muscles. You greedily feel him up as much as you’re washing him and ignoring the little smirk he has as he watches you.

“Having fun beautiful?” He asks, amusement clearly present on his face.

“Yes I am. Thanks for asking.”

Pulling him directly under the water again, he sputters as water sprays over his face as it washes all of the soap off of him. Shaking his head he yanks you under the spray as well laughing when you shriek and sputter trying to push away from him to escape the water. He wraps his arms around tighter trapping you against his chest just like earlier before pressing his lips to yours as warm water pours over you two.

Finally the two of you separate and finish showering. Wrapping a towel around yourself you perch yourself on the bathroom counter to watch him, towel wrapped low around his waist as he dries his hair before taking a small amount of hair product and running through his hair before parting it slightly. Turning to you he gestures for your approval, with your nod he helps you off of the counter before moving back to the bedroom to get dressed. After dressing yourself you settle on making the bed and then scrolling through your phone until he’s done. Following him to the door you give him a kiss goodbye before going off to rummage for food. Thankfully you managed to tag along to the store the last time Shoto went, meaning he actually had a decent amount of normal food, versus the quick easy meals and soba he normally has in his home.

Finding your spot on the couch you drag a small blanket around your shoulder and grab your laptop to scroll idle through random sites while turning on a show you’ve seen multiple times for background noise and start eating your breakfast/ lunch. Scrolling through some online shops you pick out a couple new outfits for work and some for regular days. Placing your order you set your computer on the end table and pad into the kitchen to wash your dishes. Huffing you look around Shoto’s clean apartment, suddenly wishing he was a messier person so you’d have something to do right now. Throwing yourself back onto the couch you settle on looking for movies you and Shoto might want to watch when he gets home.

The door finally slams open revealing Shoto, who looks a little stunned. Closing the door behind him, he kicks off his shoes, tosses his jacket onto a chair and starts loosening his tie before he even looks at you.

“He’s going to retire.” He states blinking at you.

“What?” You shout scrambling up onto your knees to look at him over the back of the couch as he walks over to you.

“Endeavor is planning on retiring soon, and he’s giving me the agency.”

“Oh my god.”

“Yeah, it’s mine if I want it. I don’t have to take it, I can start my own but holy shit. He’s gonna be done. He’s going to be out of the office one day. It’ll be mine.”

“Shoto, that's amazing! Do you know what you’re gonna do yet?”

“I think I might take it, change the name and make it my own. The sidekicks are all amazing and everything already flows. Fuck, I never wanted to take anything from him but this, this would make things easier for the future.” He laughs, clearly a little overwhelmed. “Would it be stupid if I took it? God but it would make it so much easier, I wouldn't have to pour all of my time into starting my own agency. We’d be set already.”

“We’d be set?”

“Yeah we, unless you’re planning on leaving me?”

“Of course not. I just didn’t know I’d be included in a decision like this.”

“Love you’re going to be a part of a lot of my decisions from now on, and if life keeps going my way, I plan on keeping you with me for the rest of it.”

Butterflies erupt in your belly at his words forcing a large smile to take over your face. Standing on the couch cushion you launch yourself into him. Shoto easily catches you as you latch onto him, arms around his neck and legs wrapped around his waist. Spinning you around a few times he laughs freely as you cling to him giggling into his neck. Lifting your head from his neck you slam your lips onto his. Both of you smile uncontrollably into the kiss as he spins the two of you around another time or two.

“You sure you wanna keep me around?” You giggle resting your forehead against his.

“More than anything in this world.”

“You sound pretty smitten with me.”

“I’d say I’m a little more than smitten with you.” He grins.

Setting you down on the floor again he presses a soft kiss to your forehead and hugs you.

“Do you know how much easier this will make the rest of our lives?”

“I won’t have to lose you to constant hero work while you start, you already have people you can hand smaller things to, it’s going to be amazing.”

“We’ll be able to spend time together, have a nice wedding one day. Maybe even add a kid or two one day.” He whispers, kissing your neck gently.

“Mmm yeah? You wanna have kids one day?”

“I wanna have kids with you one day.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“You think about our future a lot?”

“Of course, from the moment I realized I was in love with you it’s all I could think about at times.”

“And you think about having kids with me?”

“Probably more than I should.” He groans, squeezing your waist.

“Wanna practice?” You whisper, tilting your head to allow him more access to your neck.

“Thought you’d never ask.”

He taps your thigh until you jump so he can catch you. Pulling you up into him, you wrap your legs around his waist allowing him to support your weight. He swiftly carries you to the bedroom and climbs onto the bed with you still in his arms. Laying you down on the soft bedding, he smooths his hands down your sides, grazing soft fingers along your thighs before moving them back up to slip under your shirt as he kisses you. Thumbs rub little circles against your hips as he slots himself between your legs.

Pressing himself into you he slides his hands up your shirt and lets out a quiet groan as he palms your soft breasts. Fingers knead into the plush flesh, groping greedily all while he grinds himself against you slowly. The thick heavy outline of his hardening cock ruts against you through the thin material of your shorts and panties. Your hands find their way up to soft red and white locks, carefully threading your fingers through his soft hair you tug softly, grinning at the way he groans against you.

“Fuck baby.” He groans, pulling his hands out of your shirt to sit up on his knees with his hands on either side of your head. “You’re so beautiful my love.”

“I’m nothing compared to you.” You coo, smiling up at him as you trace your hands along his jaw.

“Still don’t know how beautiful you are? I guess I’m not doing a good job at showing you, so I better change that.”

Sitting up on his knees he quickly pulls you up with him and pulls your shirt over your head leaving your torso bare to him. Falling back into the pillows you look up at him through your lashes and grasp his tie and pull him back down to you. Grinning down at you he crashes his lips onto yours and allows you to loosen his tie before slipping it over his head when he pulls away from you. Leaning up to capture his lips again you set to work unbuttoning his black dress shirt until it hangs open around him.

Warm hands glide along your torso, cupping your breasts ever so softly before thumbing over your nipples as he moves to kiss along your neck. Shoto pushes away from you suddenly, moving to tug your shorts and panties down before stripping off his shirt and pants leaving him in tight black boxer briefs which leave little to the imagination. Situating himself between your legs again. Kissing at your neck again he starts to work his way down.

Kissing from your neck to your chest, Shoto starts biting and sucking little marks as he moves down to a spot he knows your clothing will cover. You arch up as he spreads small marks all over you, leaving his mark on you. Moving further down he lets his hands return to your breasts, fondling them softly as he kisses down your stomach finally dragging them down after him. Pushing your thighs up and out of the way slightly he fits himself between them.

Looking down at him, you fidget slightly as his hot breath fans across you wet folds while heterochromatic eyes look up at you through heavy lids. He could spend hours between your thighs, he’ll easily switch between marking them and smothering himself in your slick folds as he laps and sucks at you. He leaves your thighs littered in small bruises and bite marks, letting his hands slide along your figure before warm fingers sink into your thighs as he licks a long stripe up your slit until he can wrap his lips around your clit and suck at it. You sigh and tangle your fingers in his soft hair as watches you carefully as he licks at you. Pressing his tongue into your wet entrance and letting his nose nudge and press into your clit. Shoto takes his time as he licks along your soft folds stopping to kitten lick at your clit. His hands move and pull you closer to his face, allowing him to smother himself in your dripping folds as his eyes close and he moans softly.

“Shoto.” You moan quietly as you push the hair out of his eyes. As your fingertips brush against his forehead his eyes flutter open and immediately lock onto your own gaze. Your back arches slightly as he hums against you sending little vibrations through your clit. “Sho, I want more.”

Pulling away from your clit with a quiet pop Shoto wipes the lower half of his face with the back of his hand before settling back over you. Smiling up at him your hands slide down his chest until you can push at the band of his boxers. Taking your hint he helps you push them down until he can kick them off. Shifting into you slightly he lets his cock glide through your folds, letting the tip slide and nudge against your clit.

“You want more love?” He mumbles against your lips.

“Yes, please Shoto.”

Giving you a long kiss he lets a hand slide down along your body before lining himself up with your wet entrance. Slowly he eases into you, letting his thick cock split you open slowly until his hips press snuggly against yours. You let out a half choked whine at the feeling of him stretching you open. Shoto presses calming little kisses along your jaw as he feels you slowly relax under him. Smoothing a hand up your side he takes one of your hands and easily intertwines your fingers together, squeezing gently. Your free hand drifts up to his cheek, turning his face to your own. You lean up and pull him into a warm kiss as both of you let your eyes fall shut at the soft intimacy of it all.

Letting your head fall back into the pillows, you open your eyes looking up to already find him looking down at you. Resting his forehead against yours, he pulls his hips back before pushing back into you. Squeezing your hand again he works up a calm pace. It’s slow and deep, allowing you to feel every inch of him as he moves against you. A hand wraps around the back of his neck pulling him closer to you. He immediately latches on to your neck, kissing and leaving a few faint little marks as he goes.

“Sho, so good.” you sigh.

Moving your hips you slowly work to match his pace. Meeting his thrusts, you tug his hair using it to pull his face out of its spot against your neck, allowing you to return the favor of showering him in little kisses. Quiet moans escape you as you nip at his jaw, leaving a couple faint little marks. Grazing your teeth over the spot on his neck that makes him moan, you latch onto it, making sure to leave a mark. You hear the quiet shudder of his breath as you sooth the mark gently with your tongue.

Shoto groans quietly as his hips fall out of rhythm slightly before he starts to pick up their pace. In a few short minutes Shoto goes from soft and sweet thrusts to hammering into you quickly. Letting go of your hand, his hands fly to your hips, fingers squeezing tightly sure to leave bruises in their wake. His back arches as he pulls you up his thighs a little to get a better angle. Shifting slightly he grabs your legs and presses them up to your chest folding you in half neatly as his hips piston into you. The careful even rhythm turns rapid and sloppy as you start to fall apart underneath him.

“Fucking shit, you’re so perfect an tight for me love.” Groans Shoto as he kisses you heatedly. Leaning down Shoto allows you to wrap your arms around him, letting you scratch at his back as you feel your end creeping up.

The heavy drag of his cock in you has your mouth hanging open, panting helplessly as you let Shoto take full control of this moment. Knees almost pressed to your shoulder he reaches impossibly deep. The blunt tip of his cock hitting against your cervix at a bruising pace. The loud smack of skin echoes through the bedroom, mixing with the sound of your moans and Shoto’s soft grunts in the perfect harmony.

“Shoto. ‘S too deep!” With every deep thrust into your soaked cunt Shoto grazes along every spot in you that has your legs slowly starting to tremble. Pressing a little more of his weight into you he drops his hips down and grinds them into yours letting your clit catch against him. Velvet walls tighten around him forcing him to lurch forward at the sudden tight pressure.

“Hold yourself open for me, love.” Adjusting up onto his knees, he lets you hold your legs keeping them pressed up to your chest. Looking down at you with slightly parted lips and heavily lidded eyes he lets his fingers ghost down the back of your thighs. Scanning over you he lets his gaze settle on the spot where you connect. A low groan escapes him as he watches the way your little cunt stretches around him and leaves his cock shiny as he pulls back. “My gorgeous girl, look at you. So perfect for me.”

All you can do is whine helplessly up at him while he rolls his hips into yours. One of his thumbs taps against your clit before slapping at it softly. Your body jolts and spasms as a scorching mixture of pain and pleasure shoots throughout you. Staring up at him you watch the way his muscles and jaw clench as he moves and rolls his thumb over your neglected clit. Pleasure bubbles up within you as he applies more pressure with his thumb and shifts his hips so he can perfectly hit every spot that has you seeing stars.

With a couple more thrusts and a little more pressure against your clit has your orgasm crashing over you. Body tensing, toes curling and your nails biting harshly into the soft skin of your thighs as you moan and whine as pleasure courses through your veins.

“Good girl.” Coo’s Shoto, rolling his hips slowly working you through your end in careful precision. Thumb rolling over against your clit softly and carefully until you finally rest underneath him, eyes hazy and tear filled while your mouth parted with little whines still falling from it. “Let go baby, it’s ok you can relax now.”

Soothing his hands along your body, he helps relax you before pulling your legs up and around his waist. Your arms wrap around him, nails biting into porcelain skin and hard muscles as Shoto rocks into you. It doesn’t take long for his pace to pick up into that bruising pace he had earlier. Your nails rake down his back as he slams into your now sensitive cunt. Shoto pants and grunts into your neck as he works to get himself to his end. The spasming of your warm cunt around him has his hips stuttering slightly as he feels you tense and start to whine again.

“You gonna cum again love? It’s fuck ok baby let g-go, come on, cum on my cock again love. Fuck.” Shoto struggles to get out. His hips fall out of beat as you crash over the edge again, warm, wet velvety walls clenching as you gush around his cock. You whine and scratch at him as you soak him and the bedding below you while your walls milk his cock. It only takes another couple thrusts before he’s tumbling over the edge himself and slamming into you as far as he can get as he spills into you. Thick hot spurts of cum coat your walls as he gives little aborted thrusts into you until he finally stills, face pressed into your neck.

“Love you.” Shoto mumbles against your neck squeezing your side affectionately.

“Love you too.” You sigh, bringing a hand up to card through his hair. Taking a moment to let his breathing regulate, Shoto finally pulls out of you with a quiet hiss before kissing your forehead and getting up. Stretching quickly, he grabs a pair of sweatpants and heads to the bathroom to grab and wet a cloth quickly before returning and cleaning you up.

“Do you want me to grab you a shirt or something love?”

“Mmm, no I’ll grab one in a bit, come cuddle with me?”

Smiling at you, he shoves the now soaked comforter off the bed to be washed later, and settles himself on the bed with you. Wrapping you in his arms, the two of you simply lay there enjoying the comforting embrace of one another. A comforting silence wraps around the two wrapping you two in love and safety, until Shoto stomach lets out a deep growl.

“You haven’t eaten yet have you?” You question not bothering to open your eyes and look up at him.

“Uh, no. I was a little too stunned to grab food on my way home and then we you know, and yeah.” he says a little sheepishly.

“Mm ok, you have good reasons. We can just order food.”

Getting up he grabs his phone from his pants pocket, and shakes his head as he sees a couple messages from his father, before finding something for the two of you to get. After telling him your order you quickly slide off the bed grab his shirt and a pair of shorts to wear. Watching him as you button up the shirt you scan over the little red marks that are scattered across his back. Walking over to him you press a couple of soft kisses to them as you rest your forehead against his back.

“Why don’t you go pick out something to watch while I make the bed?” Shoto says looking over his shoulder at you.

“I can help you.”

“It’s fine, I got it. Go get comfortable and I’ll join you in a few minutes.”

“Ok.”

Padding out to the living room you leave him to do his thing while you start to arrange blankets and start flipping through movies to find what you want. From your spot on the couch you can hear Shoto’s faint grumbling from the other room. Smiling at the sound of his voice you relax into the couch until a loud knock rings throughout the apartment.

“Love, can you grab that?!”

“Yeah I got it!” You call as you shuffle towards the front door, after another rather loud knock you pull the door open and immediately feel all of the blood drain from your face. Your body freezes as you stare up at the person on the other side of the door. “Um hello sir.” You whisper looking up to meet the blue eyes of Endeavor. Tension swirls in the air around the two of you as you simply stare at one another. Endeavor’s eyes scan over you, standing in the doorway of his son's apartment and wearing his son's shirt.

“Y/n? Who’s at the door?” Shoto asks, walking to the door to stand behind you, he meets his father’s eyes. Wrapping an arm around your waist he pulls you back into him leaning down, he keeps eye contact with his father before speaking to you. “Love, why don’t you go get comfortable I’ll be there in a minute.”

Stepping around your clearly anxiety ridden form, he pushes you behind him urging you to go off into the apartment. Once he hears the quiet sound of your footsteps disappearing behind him he steps out of the apartment closing the door behind him. Leaning back against the door he shoves his hands in his pockets and stares at his father. The tension between the two of them is almost unbearable until Shoto finally breaks the silence.

“What are you doing here?”

“I’ve called you multiple times.”

“I saw that, I was busy and as you can see I have plans.”

“We discussed this, you were to stay away from her Shoto.”

“Yeah well I decided that I didn’t want to do that.” Shoto sneers.

“I need you to stay focused to take over the agency. You don’t have time for something like this Shoto.”

“Really? I think I’ve managed everything really well over the past eight months. But this is about the agency is it?”

“I came here to speak to you about the agency.” States Endeavor staring his son down.

“I got that, I mean why you’re clearly pissed right now.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, but clearly this is not going to be a productive conversation. We’ll speak tomorrow. Have a good evening, Shoto.”

“Yeah.” Shoto says turning to face the door, before he opens it he pauses and speaks his mind finally. “We both know the reason you wanted me to stay away from her, and clearly I didn’t care to listen, so do me a favor. Stop checking out my girlfriend every chance you get.”

“Shoto.”

“I don’t wanna hear whatever bullshit excuse you’re about to give. I really just don’t care. We both know how you feel about her, she’s mine. I fully intend to marry her one day, so I think it would be best for everyone if you stopped looking at her the way you do. She’s not aware of it, and I’d rather her not know and we both know you really don’t want to be the old man that has a thing for his youngest son’s girlfriend.” Turning around quickly he takes in his fathers extremely surprised expression. “Yeah I’m fully aware of the way you look at her and frankly, I hate it. Night Endeavor.”

With that Shoto disappears back into the apartment and heads to the bedroom to find you sitting against pillows, knees pulled up to your chest. Walking over to you he kisses the top of your head softly before rubbing his hands along your arms.

“He’s going to fire me isn’t he?” You whisper sadly.

“Of course not. He’s annoyed but it’s more at me than you love. It was my decision to not tell him.”

“But what if he does? God I know it’s weird but I really love my job, I make decent money and everyone is so nice and just, I don’t want to lose it.”

“Hey look at me. No matter what happens I’ll make sure you’re taken care of. If he fires you I’ll hire you back the moment he retires and until then I’ll take care of you. But I really don’t see that happening.”

“I know I’m just over reacting, god that just was really weird.”

“And made you cry? Your eyes are red.”

“I got anxious, that was terrible. God he was just staring at me and I’m wearing your shirt and oh my god my shorts are so small it doesn’t even look like I’m wearing anything under it.”

“I think you look good.”

“Can you not be a pervert right now please.” You giggle leaning into his chest and letting yourself relax.

“You know if this happened eight months ago, you would have been shaking and trembling in my arms right now.”

“Eight months ago you fucked me on his desk, I didn’t know how much you liked or cared about me then! Now we’re dating, and you just told me you plan on keeping me around for the rest of your life, I have no reason to freak out the same way.”

“Good, now let’s not let him ruin our evening.”

Standing up he grabs you and throws you over his shoulder, ignoring your little squeal as you cling to him. Giving your ass a small slap he laughs and walks to the living room and drops you onto the couch. Before he gets a chance to do anything else the food arrives and he moves to grab it while you set up the first move and arrange the blankets for the two of you.

The rest of the evening is spent curled up around each other, eating take out and watching all the movies you two can find until you both end up falling asleep. The two of you sleep there under the blankets while the quiet sounds of a movie playing as the background music to your dreams. Hours tick by until the feeling of overwhelming heat finally forces you awake. Blinking tiredly, you find yourself tucked under Shoto’s chin and under a small pile of blankets. Turning your head you find the morning light starting to creep into the room.

“Shoto.” You coo quietly, kissing at his collar bone until he shifts around and starts to wake up.

“Sho, want me to make breakfast?”

“Mhmm.” He hums half heartedly while moving his arm so you can get away from him.

Wandering around the kitchen you set to work making the two of you breakfast. It doesn’t take long for Shoto to drag himself out of bed and to once again wrap himself around you while you cook. With his chin resting on the top of your head he idly watches you cook breakfast, only moving away from you to grab plates and sit at the table. After cleaning up the two of you get ready for work and Shoto drives the two of you to work. Walking through the lobby you grab Endeavor's morning coffee and start the journey up to the office. Taking a deep breath you knock on his office door before pushing it open enough to slip in.

“Good morning sir, I um, brought you your morning coffee.” You say quietly walking over and setting the cup down in it’s usual spot. “Is there anything I can do for you?”

“No thank you Y/n, I’m fine.”

Endeavor has always been a little gruff but this is oddly cold. He hardly looks at you as you go about the work day. Any kind of normal conversation the two of you would normally have is gone. Everything oddly shifted to overly quiet. This becomes your new normal, while the two of you have always been professional you used to have the occasional pleasant conversation, now that is gone. You no longer bother hiding at all when you make your way to Shoto’s office for lunch. Even with assurance you still feel a little odd about everything but Shoto does his best to let you know that it’s simply him getting used to the idea that you two are a couple and he wasn’t aware.

“I don’t know, I guess I just feel uneasy about it. It’s been over a month, Shoto and it just seems odd still.” You mumble as you sit yourself on his lap.

“Love it’s fine, he’ll come around one day. Even if he doesn't, he should only be around for a few more months.” Shoto soothes, rubbing a hand over your thigh.

“I guess. So that means you're gonna keep me around once the agency is yours?”

“Course I am.”

“So am I going to be your assistant then?”

“Is that what you want to be?”

“I have options? Isn’t that favoritism?”

“Probably, but it’s not like I’m making you a pro hero or anything. You can stay an assistant and become mine, or someone else's if you’d like. We could make you an office manager if you’d like or whatever you want. You’re more than qualified for any of those things love, just take your pick.”

“I’ll have to think about it then. I think being an office manager could be fun but I also might just stay as an assistant.”

“It’s whatever you want. You’ve been here for three years and know most of this place better than I do now.”

“Mmm so it’s not just because I’m your girlfriend?”

“Of course not.”

“So you’re not gonna give me special treatment?” You pout batting your eyes at him.

“What kind of special treatment do you want?”

“I was thinking of plenty of alone time with my future boss.” You purr against his ear.

“That can definitely be arranged.”

Nipping at his ear you shift to straddle his lap, letting your skirt ride up your thighs until Shoto shoves it up higher and out of his way. Smashing his lips onto yours he grabs two handfuls of your ass, pulling you closer to him. Shoto easily dominates the kiss, and starts to move you over his rapidly hardening cock. You moan hotly against his mouth as your scantily clad cunt drags over the material of his dress pants. Tugging at his hair you pull him away from you, still dragging your hips along his, you kiss at his jaw softly.

“Your assistant is at lunch right?”

“Mhmm she has an extra hour today for somethings, don’t remember what but she’s gone.”

“Good.”

A hand slides around your front, pushing your little panties out of the way and rubs little circles against your clit. Careful fingers ghost from your clit to run along your folds gathering some of the slick there before going back to focusing on your clit. Your hips buck against his hand as you bite into his neck with a long high pitched moan. Pulling his hand away he grabs at your hips again dragging you along the now fully hard outline of his cock.

Sitting back on his lap your hands dive between the two of you, unbuckling his belt and popping the button on his pants. Fidgeting around for a moment Shoto gets his pants down just enough to pull his cock out and slide down into his chair just a little more. Pulling you forward on his lap he lets his legs spread a little more making sure you have more room to move.

Kissing him quickly you slide your panties out of the way while he holds his cock steady for you to line yourself up with and slowly ease your way down onto him. You whine hotly into his mouth as you slowly work yourself down his shaft until you're seated in his lap with him fully nestled within you. The sound of Shoto softly exhaling against you mixes with the feeling of his warm hands exploring your thighs only to settle and grab your ass, kneading happily.

“You feel so good baby.” Mumbles Shoto before he sinks his teeth into your bottom lip and pulls.

Whining into his mouth you push yourself up slowly, you feel almost empty as only the tip rests inside of you until you drop down taking him to the hilt again. You can hear Shoto struggle to breathe normally and not take over and slam up into you. Shoto lets you set the pace, allowing you to switch between dropping yourself onto him and grinding your hips down. Once you’ve set up a pattern Shoto’s hands start helping you move, little by little the two of you build a perfect pace as you two work and move together. Tucking your face into the side of his neck you whine and lose yourself in the sensation of him moving within you.

“Shoto.” You sigh softly as he thrusts up into you, finally meeting your movements fully.

Face buried in Shoto’s neck you don’t notice his office door opening, Shoto’s eyes however snap to the door and a large grin spreads across his face as he sees Endeavor appear in the doorway. Biting into your shoulder forcing a long drawn out moan from you. Shoto’s hands suddenly pull you down harder into his lap forcing a soft cry of his name from you as you continue to drop yourself onto him, your walls slowly starting to tighten around him. Behind you small flames lick across Endeavor's body, as rage courses through him as he watches body tense as he watches his beautiful little assistant lose herself as she rides his son. Soon Endeavor is turning with nothing but pure rage written on his face and walking out of the office closing the door behind him.

“I can feel you getting close love.” He groans against your shoulder once the door is fully closed. “Come on my love, cum all over my cock.”

Letting you move on your own again he slides a hand down your front to rub messy circles against your clit. Leaning back in his chair, one hand on your thigh while the other works at your clit he watches you intently waiting for the moment that you finally tip over the edge. Finally your eager bouncing turns into more of a desperate grind and swivel as you finally tip over the edge. The hand on your thigh flies to the back of your head pulling you into a bruising kiss to silence the sudden loud moan you release. The sporadic clenching of your little cunt easily has him following you into bliss. Groaning into your mouth he fills you with hot ribbons of cum, rolling his hips up into your slightly to work the two of you through your ends until you lean heavily into him whining softly until he stops moving. Running a hand up and down your back he lets you lay against you, keeping you full of his slowly softening cock.

“I think everything’s going to be just fine love.” Shoto reassures again, a smug smile on his face as he looks at the door.

“You think so?”

“Yeah.”

“You think your dad will get used to us?”

“I think so.” Shoto says with an oddly wicked grin that you can’t see. “He doesn't have a choice.”

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Always There To Get Me Goin’ (Part 3)

Summary: The reader surprises Jensen on the last day on set and gets a surprise of her own when she finally gets to see him in his suit...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Word Count: 1,300ish

Warnings: language, smut

A/N: Enjoy!

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“Well good morning to me,” you said, whistling as Jensen walked into his trailer wearing a tank top and sporting his normal amount of scruff once again. “Oh look at those little cheeks.”

“How the hell…” he trailed off when you held up a badge. “But we’re not allowed visitors-“

“I am technically a…production assistant intern,” you said, reading off the badge. “I DM’d Kripke. He got me a pass for the day.”

“Oh so technically you have to do whatever I ask you to,” he said. You held up a hand and waggled it, Jensen stalking over to where you sat, leaning against the arm rests. “Now you’re not handling your job duties very well are you.”

“I will handle many things later. After work.” He pouted, leaning in close. “Don’t worry. I’ll tug on that pretty hair as much as you want.”

“Fine,” he whined. “But only because I need to make a quick video and then change before I film one last scene.”

“Wait you’re filming without a beard? Why-”

“Sh. Spoiler free household remember,” he said. You opened your mouth and he put a hand over it. “I’d keep that shut. Never know what might slip in there.”

“Slip things wherever you like,” you mumbled. He hummed, pecking a quick kiss on your lips. 

“Stay put. I won’t be long.”

“Fuck,” you said to yourself when Jensen got back to his trailer when he was done for the day. You hadn’t seen him in person in his suit before and the pictures did not do him justice. He took a deep breath before stopping in front of your chair.

“I could use some help getting out of this,” he said. “Wouldn’t want me to report you to your boss would we?”

“Depends. Is my boss going to make a move on me?” 

“Hell yes I am. Come on,” he said. He grabbed your hand, leading you back to the small bedroom, kicking the door shut. You put your hands on his arms, sliding them up until you hit his vest. You smirked, running your hands down, finding a belt. You looked for a buckle or a snap but it seemed to be a part of the vest on second glance. He chuckled and slid your hands to his sides. “You have no idea how to take this off do you.”

“I don’t want to break it,” you said.

“Probably not a good idea.” He put his hands on either side of the vest and tugged, both sides opening up. “Velcro.”

“Oh,” you said, watching the sides of the vest come undone, Jensen lifting the vest and belt, his holster tied in with it, over his head and setting it on the ground beside you. Your hands went to his chest and while you saw the zipper fold, it ran straight up to the cowl around his neck. He tugged on that as well, the cowl coming off in a single piece and being added to the pile. “So that’s how you get in this thing.”

“More fun taking it off sometimes.” You pulled on the zipper, Jensen racing to rip off the gloves on his hands. “Wait-”

“You’re too slow,” you said, grabbing the suit and tugging it down. The sleeves were tucked into his gloves though and you smirked, Jensen giving you a warning glance before you pushed him back on the bed, effectively trapping his arms behind him.

“Y/N-” he said before you covered his mouth with your hand.

“I still owe you for that window treatment a few months back,” you said. You kicked off your shorts and finished pulling his suit down until you saw his compression shorts. One quick movement later both they and his boxer briefs were tugged down, his cock springing free. He was half hard and a few rough pumps had him standing tall. 

He bit his bottom lip when you straddled his hips and sunk down, bottoming out quickly. 

“You know moving up here while you were filming may just be the best decision I ever made.” You lifted off of him, leaving just the tip of his cock inside before you slammed down. He grunted and you leaned forward, planting your hands on either side of him, staring him in the eye. You gripped his hair and watched him give in, face soft and pliant, jaw dropping when you picked up a fast and harsh pace.

“Y/N,” he whined. You kissed his neck and sucked, his whole body tensing. “Slower. Slower. I won’t last.”

“Who said I want you to last? Don’t worry about getting me off. You can eat me out after you fill me up.” He whimpered as you worked on giving him a hickey, thighs already burning. Your walls were squeezing him hard, Jensen sucking in air when he finally came. He made a series of muffled groans before you finally slipped off of him and crawled upwards quickly. “Clean me up.”

He sighed happily when you knelt over him, one of your hands keeping your underwear pushed aside. His tongue dove in and out, shivers running down your spine while he worked you over. 

You couldn’t help the small shake in your body when he turned his attention to your clit. He wasn’t going easy on you, tongue swiping and assaulting the bundle of nerves. You felt the shockwave of sparks start in your feet and work up your legs when he switched to sucking and lapping at the same time.

“Jensen,” you moaned softly, coming hard, Jensen not letting off until you were already into another orgasm. You forced yourself away, sitting back against the wall, breathing hard. He licked his lips and grinned, pulling his arms out from behind himself, gloves free now. “Always such a fucking pushy bottom aren’t you. Can’t just come and ask me to ride me senseless can you?”

“Yeah but you like it,” he said, ripping off his other sleeve, scooting up the bed and taking a deep breath. “Oh and sweetheart? You can ride me senseless anytime. Anytime.”

“When we’re back home I’ll tie up you and make you scream all you want.”

“Here I was going to offer the same thing,” he said. You leaned down and kissed him, Jensen grabbing your waist and flipping you over to the other side of the bed, smirking and staring down at you. 

“Down Soldier Boy,” you teased. He bit at your bottom lip but pulled away after only a moment.

“Oh if you want to play with him be careful what you wish for,” he said. There was a loud knock on the trailer wall and you both sat up quickly.

“Jensen! There’s a little wrap party on back lot when you’re changed,” called a voice.

“Thanks! Be there in a minute!” he shouted. He ran a hand over his face, wide eyed when he touched his neck. “Y/N! How am I gonna explain a hickey!”

“With this,” you said. You stood up and grabbed the bandana tied to the strap of his backpack, twisting it and tying it around his neck, making sure it covered the fresh mark. “Ta da.”

“You’re lucky you’re smart. And cute,” he said. You kissed his cheek and he grinned. “Coming to the party?”

“Sure. Although I do have to ask, am I meeting former co-workers or these will be your co-workers next year?” you asked. 

“Why don’t you try to get the answer out of me back in the states. You win, I’ll tell you then and there if I’m back or not. You lose...you do that thing I like.” You narrowed your eyes and he stood up. “If you’re too afraid-”

“Oh it’s on Ackles,” you said. “You are so losing.”

“Whatever you say, sweetheart.”

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