#and as i get closer to that age i wonder why i dated a 21 yr old at 17

[skeletons-in-ur-closet]

getting older is crazyyyyy bc u realize how many of ur past relationships were questionable

[strawberrystepmom]

gojo and f!reader are in a semi established relationship aka idiots in love. they are about 20 and 21 here. cw some insinuation of infidelity on reader’s part but not against gojo. wc 1.2k

divider by the ever wonderful @/cafekitsune ❤️

Almost as if he’s made of pure pixie dust, Gojo appears in your bedroom without a noise or sign of his arrival while you rest in bed, blankets pulled up around your hips.

“I wish you’d at least text me before you do that.”

You don’t react anymore, learning a few months ago he teleports in and out wordlessly simply to get a rise out of you, and he sits on the edge of your bed opposite your body with a huff.

“I don’t understand why you hate surprises so much. If a handsome man appeared in my bedroom out of thin air using his awesome power I’d be excited.”

You snort, patting the bed and inviting him to lie down even though you really shouldn’t. In fact, you really really really shouldn’t yet you open your blankets and watch him slip out of his jacket. He tosses it on the floor as carelessly as ever and he comes to your bed in a white t-shirt untucked from navy pants, long arms automatically seeking out the shape of your curves.

“Satoru, I don’t mind if you sleep here but we shouldn’t be doing that.”

He frowns, cocking his head to the side.

“What? Cuddling?”

“Yeah, cuddling or fucking or any of it. It’s not appropriate.”

Raising his brows, he sits up in your bed for a moment and contemplates what you mean.

For the last several years, the two of you have been locked in this push and pull game of who will break and admit everything first - who will let the first I love you slip in the real world and not just during sex when both of you are left with enough deniability to dart out of the corner those three little words have painted you into?

The dynamic is complex, sure, but it has worked this far and it perplexes him why you would want to change something that is working so well. Lying back, he doesn’t wrap his arms around your waist and hold you close but traces the curve of your shoulder with the soft pad of his index finger instead.

He doesn’t want to ask because he already knows why you are putting walls back up to keep him out, yet he does.

“Hiroki?”

You shouldn’t but you groan frustratedly hearing the name of your current boyfriend leave Satoru’s pretty mouth. The two of you aren’t official and have only been seeing one another for several weeks but you want to give him an honest shot to be with you. The last two men you’ve dated haven’t fared well, losing out to the man with the moonlight colored hair currently occupying your bed, but you feel Hiroki deserves better than that.

He deserves far better than what you’ll eventually do to him when you get bored and go running back to the man next to you but you keep the thoughts to yourself lest they become a self fulfilling prophecy.

“Yes. It’s inappropriate.”

Satoru chuckles and slips his finger beneath the strap of your tank top, slipping it off and tracing down your collarbone despite the way you slap at his hand.

“What’s he like?”

Heat rushes into your face, cheeks searing from the tone of his question. It’s condescending but you know he can’t help it, his attitude a side effect of having the world presented to you atop a shining silver platter. You’re not even angry with him for asking, you’re angry at him for proving that you’re struggling to find a way to describe Hiroki.

He’s a sweet man, your age with only four months separating your birthdays. He’s patient and mild and a little skittish around strangers. His favorite music is acid jazz and his favorite color is purple. He eats hayashi rice at his favorite restaurant every Wednesday night.

These are not ways you can describe the man you are seeing to your frustratingly dazzling pseudo boyfriend.

Sighing, you reach for Satoru’s hand and pry it off of you before his finger can come any closer to your throat and chin and face. You’re sure he was gearing up to pop it in your mouth like he always does. His hand creeps right back to where it was the second you drop it.

Finally, you stumble upon the word you want to use to describe Hiroki and it leaves your lips with a defeated sigh.

“He’s normal.”

Satoru laughs so loud you’re afraid it’ll wake up the entire floor of your neighbors. You shush him, burying your face in a pillow you’ve plucked from behind you.

“Normal, huh? As if that’ll keep your interest for long.”

Scoffing, you sit up and his hand slides down your chest and into your lap. He struck a nerve but he isn’t apologetic, blue eyes blinking up at you lazily from where he rests against the pillow he designated as his when you moved into this apartment two years ago.

“What are you insinuating?”

He smirks, glad you’ve once again slipped into his carefully laid traps. Your teeth are bared and your brow is furrowed, arms folded over your chest. Once again you’ve underestimated how well this man knows you.

“I’m just saying that if normal is what you wanted, you would have left after graduating instead of sticking around.”

Instead of getting involved with him, abnormal as he is.

“You’re being an ass.”

You know he’s right despite the insult, so you barely argue. This has been a cycle since the start of your twenties - swearing Satoru off completely only to let him sleep in your bed because neither of you sleep well when you’re alone until it eventually comes to a head and your feelings spill over and it’s back to square one.

“I mean, at least you always come back to where you belong.”

Shooting him a downright terrifying glance, you shift and roll onto your side so that you are no longer facing him. He rolls onto his own side and presses the front of his body against the back of yours, a familiar cradle you’re glad to be wrapped in.

When he settles, his fingers trace down your sides in wide swaths and you squirm before flipping back onto your other side to face him. You capture his face between your palms and look over each of his features, his dimples and nose and beautiful skin and those fucking eyes you want to be less suceptible to.

Then you kiss him. It’s as chaste as you ever have, or at least since the last time you decided you wanted to call him yours, and he smirks against your lips.

“That’s all you get tonight,” you start and he begins to whine and argue until you press your finger against his lips, shushing him. “Let me do this right and call Hiroki in the morning to break it off first.”

Grumbling, he acquiesces because as always, at least you’re back where you belong even if he has to wait until the morning to remind you why you were silly for leaving in the first place.

[cuddl3s4shur1]

•“𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐄 ?“•

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐄 𝐗 𝐘/𝐍 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐗 𝐘/𝐍

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭, 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏: “𝐅𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐎𝐰𝐧 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬“

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎:You and hobie where dating .After one big argurment who knew that he would almost lose you and your earth...

𝐀/𝐍:While I was making the other hobie story , i thought of this idea

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: Angst , arguing mention of atsv characters , due to me knowing the knowledge of prowler miles age HE IS AGED UP TO 21.

Spot has been loose for a good 3 days, in those 3 days he got rid of 2 earths, kidnapped gwen, and who knows what he’s planning to do today.

Since he’s trying to get rid of anything and everything that Miles loves he has started to come for his friends in the spider verse.

So it has been pure chaos for most spider men and or women to catch the spot and when they do he just teleports somewhere else. Which is why you and Hobie were on a mission trying to get him. “Spot is doing too much why can’t he just be easy” You laugh “Where would the fun be in that love “ he smiles.

You call miguel to let him know the news about ’Spot’

“Miguel,Hes left the dimesion ,can you tell me where he is “ you ask him , He lets out a sigh and starts to face palm. “I sent the location right now“ he says , “Alright got you” you smile , than hang up .

“You ready “ you ask him , “I stay ready love “ he says before giving you a kiss on the cheek. You two walk in the portal to the next dimension .

While you look around spot is nowhere to be found, like he left already, you guys look up to see a sunset. “The sunset looks beautiful” you smile,” Just like you “ he smirks.

“Can I ask you a question” You look at him.” Of course Love” he smiles. “Why did you stand up My family and I… Twice. “ You ask him

“I’ve been making a surprise” you roll your eyes “I would love to see what the surprise is That doesn’t explain how and why you stood my family up, you know how I feel about it, “ you tell him. “I know, love, “ he says in a soft seductive tone. “ If you knew why didn’t you hit me with a text telling me that you weren’t going to make it, each time I had to say it was for business reasons when I didn’t know myself, “ you tell him you start to walk closer to him. “Look I wasn’t trying to ditch the fam, but what’s so important about it “. You begin to side before your head turns “Did he just say that” you mumble, “what’s important is how they stayed by me at all times, just like what I did for you “ you tell him.

You guys take a moment of silence

“Look what I’m saying is ,I care about this thing we have going, and I want you to meet my family earlier than later , and you know i know you’re making a surprise for me and all but I’ve like rarely seen you this week “ you tell him . “Look baby I hear your concerns but I don’t see you know what’s big what's the problem with the family thing” You turn around to stop looking at him .“Continue,” you tell. “Look at me,” he tells you in a demanding tone “You want me to say it twice, “ he asks, you begin to turn around crossed arms barely covering your chest. “Baby I have no problem with you caring about me, but you've been saying I've been acting weird but the feeling is mutual “ you lean your head

“How have I been acting weird, “ you ask him. “You know you have been worrying about me wondering where I am making sure I get home, and making sure I’m healthy…like more than usual,” he says. “I mean I care about you, I don’t want anything to happen and you know, who knows if someone is watching. “ you tell him. “Baby you're a helicopter girlfriend, “ he says. “You think I’m like a helicopter parent, I’ve only been making sure you are Safe, etc because you've been out every day, and you haven't told me why either... Baby I care for you “ you tell him as you grab his hands and put them on your heart

“Look baby I know where partners and all but you know we don't always have to choose each other... I've been thinking about it for a while you know what if we expand our horizons to new partners “ he tells you “What if we start to fight our own battles... We always choose each other but never tried it on”

You smile in a way to show that you're being sarcastic, and you tilt your head to the side. “Oh is that so, sense we are no longer ‘ Spider Punk and Spider Goth’ You can take this” you say as you take off your promise Ring . “ I won’t be asking you to fight MY battles anymore don’t worry “You wink at him, walk up to him, and place the ring in his hand.

“Baby I'm sorry “ he whines “Save the apology,” you tell him.

He begins to look at the sunset, thinking of what he just said. “You know I didn’t mean like it that…” his voice starts to go quiet. his eyes go hooded as he realized you were just there. Where could have you gone in half a second

He starts to swing around the earth you guys were on. Maybe you had swung away from the balcony. Once he saw you weren't there.

He only had one option to find you... MIGUEL

Hobie begins to call Miguel to see if he can track your location.

“Yo mate we have like a small problem, “ he says

“And that is “ Miguel questions

“I can't find y/n I think I lost her, “ Hobie says.

“How could you lose your own girlfriend, “ Miguel asks

“That's not funny “ Miguel tells Hobie.

“How could you lose your daughter, “ Hobie asks.

“Are you going to tell me her location “ Hobie asks

“Looks like your going to need back up” he tells Hobie

“Where is she “ Hobie demands

“She’s on the earth 000, the earth that has no existence”

“Alright get the team ready… I gotta get my baby back “ Hobie says .

“Alright I’ll send them the alert” he says

“Thanks mate” Hobie smiles .

Hobie opens the portal to the Earth of 000 and walks into the portal.

When he fully gets there, he meets the rest of the team, Milles, Gwen, And Pavitr

“Yall ready to go save my baby “ Hobe smiles, The all nod and smile.

Meanwhile with you

“Sorry to burst your bubble of you just enjoying this alone time, And I know you and your lil boyfriend had argument so now you can have the chance to fight your own battles “ Spot smiles than does a snap of fingers . Villains start to surround you . You take on down right away . The prowler starts to go straight towards you scratching you on one of your eyes. You kick him in the stomach giving you some time to feel how deep the eye cut was. Venom comes from behind you sensing that you had negative emotions on your mind . You extend your elbow to hit venom . Prowler scratches you on the leg. You swing away once you see the team pop up.

You go behind the building and try to take care of the cuts and scrapes you just got.

When done you swing back up on the building you just left, you see that they took out multiple villains since you had gone down to take care of the cuts and scrapes.

Green Goblin saw that you were heading towards the building and came towards you, you kicked him in the face than landed. He tried to punch you but you ducked and tripped him. Causing him to land on his back.

Spot Makes a whole and pops his head through the universe “Hobie and Y/n I hope you found a new universe because these villains you're fighting their yours... Meaning when you're done you won't have a universe anymore “ He leaves the universe after telling the informative news.

You and Hobie looked at each other and then you eyed the watch, telling him you were about to inform Miguel. He would nod and you would hologram him while fighting.

“Hey, so we have a problem spot kinda set us up and placed all of me and Hobie’s villains on Earth 000 and we have like 2 villains left so we need a new like Home... See you at the headquarters “You ended the hologram and continued to fight the Green Goblin.

Then it came down to one villain left...Venom. Hobie and Miles knew that electricity could hurt him hard. That's what they did use their powers to kill venom. The rest help best hit up and tackle him down to make it easier for Hobie & Miles.

You guys finished the mission and headed to headquarters to talk to Miguel about what you and Hobie could do. Since y'all just got rid of your earth on accident.

“Theirs one thing we can do, we transfer your DNA from the earth your from into another earth. “ Miguel says

“What earth are we getting transferred to“ You ask

“The Earth with no spider man “ He tells

“Earth 42“

“I’ll get some DNA from miles since he got bitten by Earth’s 42 spiders and Replace the DNA from your Earth with Earth’s 42 DNA “ Miguel says

“Well, let's start the transfer”

Earth 42 Here we come!

[froyosluvss]

all too well.

kang taehyun x reader

angst

synopsis: you and taehyun aren’t working out.

here’s your froyo!: CHAT WHY AM I WRITING SO MUCH ANGST… but anyway erm i was listening to taylor swift 🔥

you and taehyun have been on and off. you hated it. you two were so in love. what happened? did the communication fail? maybe.. maybe you asked for too much. or maybe he was the one that ripped this masterpiece all apart.

it had been a few months since you two have officially broken up. you still remember everything all too well. you hated it. you had gotten a call from taehyun the other day, saying he wants to go on another date to try and get back together, but it didn’t work out. of course it didn’t.

you had worn a cute outfit, finding yourself cute. all until you arrived and he judged it so cruelly. saying he was “just being honest”.

after the date, you went home and cried. feeling like a crumpled up piece of paper that was thrown not even to the trash. but just the floor. unimportant.

every one of your friends said “all’s well that ends well” but you don’t think that’s true. you find yourself in a new hell-like place every time he comes across your mind.

you remember him saying something like “maybe if we had been a little closer in age, it would’ve worked out.” and just the thought of that sentence alone made you want to die.

i wonder what idea he had of you. maybe it was something like a “picture perfect, never needy, ever lovely jewel” a jewel whose shine only ever reflected onto him.

few days later, you went to a party. you were enjoying it, but at the same time, you weren’t really… you didn’t know many people there. so you headed to bathroom to spend time by yourself.

but instead, you find yourself almost on the verge of tears when some lady who looked like an actress came in, immediately noticing you and asking what had happened.

“him. taehyun. that’s what happened. kang taehyun happened.” you told her

“he who charmed my dad with his lame self-effacing jokes.” you continued.

you thought back to that moment, him drinking his coffee like he’s on some late night show.

the day after that, it was your birthday. you were looking out the front door, waiting for him to arrive as your dad looked at you with pity in his eyes.

“yn, today was supposed to be a fun day… you’re turning 21..”

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Shameless Smut Masterlist

Baby Pull Me Closer (ao3) - senioritastyles luke/calum E, 2k

Summary: In one of the short pauses between his punches Calum feels a tap on his shoulder and it breaks his concentration, making him turn around and pull his headphones out when he sees his boyfriend standing there. "Well, hello. What's the occasion?" He wonders, referring to Luke's choice in attire.

The blonde is clad tight short shorts, the black cotton ones that look straight out of an American Apparel ad, and a loose, but shorter than his normal, shirt. "Just came to see if I could motivate you since I know you've been wanting to push yourself harder when you workout."

Or: Luke distracts Calum from his workout.

Bare (ao3) - im_just_a_sucker_for_bromance calum/ashton E, 2k

Summary: When Calum made that bet with Ashton, he did not know he was gonna lose, which meant he had to do anything Ashton wanted. At first it was alright but after five days, his frustration got the best of him. Calum wanted revenge. If Ashton wanted a bare Calum, he was going to get a bare Calum.

Confession (ao3) - DarkGnome luke/ashton E, 1k

Summary: Luke is a devout Catholic. Sundays are his day where he demonstrates his faith and puts distance between him and his boyfriend. However, Ashton isn’t a fan of the word no.

_______

Or the one who Ashton shows up at church and fucks Luke in a confessional booth.

Daisy (ao3) - boomerluke luke/ashton M, 121k

Summary: The last thing Luke expects when he wakes up hungover in the bed of his latest one-night stand is to come face to face with a freaking kid. But there she is all wild curls, thumb-sucking, and nonstop questions. Luke can't get out of there fast enough.

Ashton isn't the type to have one-night stands. He's a parent, after all. It was a mistake, and it won't happen again. At least that's what he tells himself when he comes back from his shower to find the naked college kid still in his bed, arguing with Daisy.

They couldn't be more opposites. At 25, Ashton has the responsibilities of two parents, raising his daughter and trying to pretend like he has everything figured out. At 21, Luke is a self-proclaimed Grindr god who doesn't care about anyone or anything but himself. So why is the universe (with the help of Michael and Crystal) so hell-bent on seeing them together?

five stars every time that you come through (ao3) - tutorgirl luke/ashton E, 6k

Summary: date night is a tradition in their relationship that ashton takes very seriously.

Green Light (ao3) - SpencerKnight OT4 E, 181k

Summary: Class is an age old concept--almost as old as the concept of human slavery, and in a world where buying humans is a standard behavior by those who can afford it, Luke's only hope as a member of the lower class is that he falls into the hands of a decent buyer--the hands of Ashton Irwin and his partners. Luke knows he has one chance to please his buyers or he risks getting put back on the market, but he's thrown for a loop when Ashton admits that Luke is the one that gets to call the shots. In an attempt to find security with the trio, Luke braces himself and gives them the green light to do whatever they want with him.

He had no idea they would refuse.

(This isn't a slavery au in the way that you think it is.)

He's A Go-Getter, He's Everybody's Type (ao3) - senioritastyles michael/luke E, 2k

Summary: "Lukey, if you get up right now," He starts, reaching his hand down under the covers and rubbing his hand over the swell of Luke's ass, "I promise I'll eat you out and fuck you later."

Luke's eyes pop open and he turns his head backward toward Michael. "You promise?"

Or: Michael convinces Luke to get out of bed.

Howdy, Partner - @daydadahlias (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)) calum/ashton, michael/luke E, 7k

Summary: When Ashton slipped on that tasseled jacket and those boots, he fucking knew what he was doing.

When he strolled into the party with a bright dimpled grin, put two long fingers on the brim of his hat and tipped it to Calum with a gruff, “Howdy, partner,” he’d known full fucking well what he was doing.

If Walls Could Talk (ao3) - boomerluke luke/ashton, ashton/ofc M, 43k

Summary: The last thing Ashton ever wanted to do was hurt Luke, but he couldn't help it. The singer was just so beautiful, so ethereal and otherworldly that it took his breath away most of the time. Everyone felt that way about their best friend though, right? It was normal. No use getting unnecessary feelings involved, it was better this way. Luke understood.

Luke wasn't sure when this thing between him and Ashton started, or how it started, but it didn't matter. He was in too deep to go back now. So Luke would let Ashton use him, hurt his feelings and crawl back with apologies. Because at the end of the day, even when Luke had to watch Ashton leave the bar with a new pretty blonde each night, he knew the drummer would eventually end up back in his bed. And Luke told himself he was okay with that.

i want you to want me this way (ao3) - orphan_account luke/ashton T, 6k

Summary: Luke just wants to show Ashton how pretty he looks. Ashton wants to ruin him.

Kiss Me On The Battlefield, Show Me What It's Like To Feel (ao3) - senioritastyles luke/calum E, 3k

Summary: Luke was in temporary heaven, knowing the small moment of tenderness with Calum would never last but he was content for the moment. Calum had graciously given him what he wanted and removed the cock cage, leaving the ring around the base that was meant to keep Luke hard, and he'd even gone so far as to use his perfect hands and jerk Luke off very slowly so as not to overexcite him too fast. Luke was the personification of blissed out, lying on his back on the couch with Calum next to him, just this side of breathless at the feeling of being touched after so long without it.

Or: Calum plays with Luke.

Maelstrom (ao3) - merlypops luke/ashton, michael/calum E, 225k

Summary: Ashton is struggling, Luke is hiding, and Michael and Calum just want to make things work. (And maybe Ashton and Luke fall in love too. Maybe.)

Step Into Your Skin? I'd Rather Jump In Your Bones (ao3) - orphan_account luke/ashton E, 4k

Summary: He liked to call Ashton "daddy" quite a bit when they were alone, and not just in bed. He liked to call him that when he was feeling a bit smaller and more vulnerable, and Ashton liked when Luke called him that. He loved taking care of his baby, he loved taking control.

sucker for the way that you move, babe (ao3) - merlypops luke/ashton E, 2k

Summary: “C'mon, baby boy,” Luke whispered, leaning down to bite gently on the older man's ear lobe as he fisted Ashton's throbbing cock, drawing a desperate whine from him. “Gonna cum on my cock, Ashy? Gonna cum from daddy fucking you open and making you moan loud enough for everyone to hear you?”

Luke looks after Ashton better than anyone ever has and they can't get enough of each other.

Taking His Time On His Ride (ao3) - IfWallsCouldMuke michael/luke E, 4k

Summary: Michael is the heir to the Clifford Enterprise.

We Were In Screaming Colour (ao3) - antisocialhood luke/ashton N/R, 3k

Summary: He was sharp blue eyes and an impeccable quiff, pale skin -the colour of a peach not yet ripe- and long limbs.

He was quirked eyebrows and teeth marks bitten into plump bottom lips, white socks with dirty soles and dimpled cheeks

~~~

Purple hued bruises were sat at the junction of Luke throat and collarbones, scattered themselves across his shoulders and resided on his thighs, fading and splotched.

It was ownership.

You Gon' Have To Do It At My Tempo (ao3) - senioritastyles luke/everyone, michael/calum, michael/ashton, calum/ashton E, 4k

Summary: "Why don't you have another competition?" He suggests, his voice small and unsure.

The boys seem caught off guard by that, all glancing at each other in a silent conversation before Calum bites his lip and looks back at Luke. "Alright, what kind of competition did you want this time then?"

Luke's surprised that they're going with his idea, so he needs another second to think before he's got another decent idea that mostly benefits him and his neglected dick. "Why not like, a blowjob competition?" The boys look confused now, their heads tilted to the side like puppies, so Luke explains. "Like, you get a minute to blow me and whoever does the best gets to touch me first."

Or: The boys have a competition to see who gets to touch Luke first.

You Got My Permission To Do What You Like (ao3) - senioritastyles OT4 E, 3k

Summary: "Ashy, you haven't stopped working since we came home." Luke mutters from his place near Ashton's head, tugging gently on the oldest boy's curls. "You never spend any time with us anymore and you're running yourself into the ground here."

"Yeah, babe when was the last time you weren't alone down here working on a song?" Calum wonders, although his tone says he already knows the answer and that Ashton really isn't supposed to say anything.

Michael sighs loudly and stands up. "You're coming with us right now and we are going to force you to relax."

Or: The boys help Ashton relax.

[crackl0verboy]

Saw a post and was reminded to share my own oc! Why not :p so heres all the cool info stufff

Name: Cole Seven

Age: 21

Ethnicity: American

Relations: Boyfriend (Santiago)

Job: Miserable Connivence store

Sexuality: Bisexual

Gender: Male

Hair: Short, Brown Shoulder Length

Eyes: Hazel

Skintone: White

Any Extra Facial Features?: Scar on the left cheek as well as body modification fangs

Height: 5’9

Body type: Reasonably Fit

Backstory: Grew up in a small house as an only child with a fairly normal childhood, he never really went through anything major as a kid. When he was 16 he met someone in highschool named Santiago who was always fidgeting with something whether that be a camera, a tape or even his own laptop, it was no wonder considering he did well in IT classes. Cole was interested in what the other lonely boy was doing so he simply asked about it, a short conversation forming between two of them about their shared interests in video games, through this they discovered that they had one or two classes together AND they lived close to eachother.

In each class, day by day they became closer until they would at one of

their houses sleeping over for the night, staying up until the early morning hours playing a game on the play station, passing out on the bed with the pause menu music still sounding in the backround. They were eachothers best friend even when their group grew in numbers, it went as far as getting into a relationship, romantic feelings forming around a year into their friendship.

They’ve been dating for 5 years by now, Santiago has his own youtube channel fixing different electronics which brings in their income meanwhile Cole has a mainly nightshift 7 eleven job. This is where things go a bit..wrong.

Being 21 he juggles college as well as work, it really takes a tole on his mental health plus his sleep cycle, he develops insomnia not long after. Despite his suffering he seems pretty relaxed around others, he’s polite at work, loving towards those he deeply cares about so really theres nothing particularly out of the ordinary..right?

Wrong.

In November Cole seems odd, it alarmed Santiago when he would become more agitated or stay up at night not even attempting to sleep, he’d seem more prone to “colds” as well when he never was before. He’d get back late from walks, wouldn’t answer texts and was having some serious memory problems for example he wouldn’t remember even having certain conversations.

Santiago assumed it was just all the stress from his usual daily life, he never thought he’d have to report his lover as missing.

The operator effect: Causes Cole Memory Loss, Slight Seizures, Coughing Fits, Paranoia and Serious Anxiety, Hallucinations, Insomnia, Increased Intrusive Thoughts, Coughing Blood

Him when under the influence of the operator is named Crackle. Crackle is more animal like, a predator hunting prey, he walks more low like he’s stalking and he can be quite aggressive.

Links to his Pinterest and his Spotify playlist i made are included

And finally there is him when he is normal and after he’s been crackle

[mindrole]

just a few points of interest off the top of my head

contrary to popular belief he clearly really likes ditasword, even loves, his merch is displayed all over his apartment with a lot of care, even has stickers on his rice cooker

everything in the apartment is too big for him, he's 159 cm so he's much shorter than the other fragments... his fridge in particular is fucking huge. his cabinets are really high up. in the display case he has for tableware he keeps them in the middle where he can reach, the top and bottom cubbies have dita merch in them instead of being used.

he has enough tableware for 2-3 people, but we don't know if he actually gets any guests over, but it's clear he wants to expect them. i'll get to why i think that. anyway if anyone is visiting him it's probably kadou only

since the apartment is so big, and noted to be big for a bachelor, you start to wonder "does anyone else live here...?" but no, it really is a bachelor's apartment, in the bathroom there are only one set of products and nothing miwa wouldn't use (ex. it would be weird if he had shaving products, fragments don't grow facial hair)

he keeps the movie poster with shiyo on it in his bathroom. i can't fathom why. i just cannot. it's in the toilet room that is seperated from the shower part so it probably won't get damaged by condensation or steam but that's honestly not what i am worried about or perplexed by, by any stretch of the imagination.

the hydrangea photo. in the second part of the bathroom. what is WRONG WITH HIM?!?!! why are you so obsessed with your co-star that you need to put something so cryptic to remind you of him all the time. this one is TOO much (the kanji for shiyo is 紫陽). i heard he keeps hydrangeas in his dressing room also...? this is the fragment mental illness in full force imo there is nothing normal about this

in the first com report, takashiro, miwa's co-star for YEARS across two seasons (with one season in between) addresses him very formally IN SPITE of miwa being his co-star, calling him "miwa-san". but in the same conversation, it's "shiyo-san" rather than "harada-san" so he's much more comfortable talking about shiyo on firstname-san basis. miwa talks to him pretty normally and even jokes about him being his nii-sama (what dita calls eigha). so he's pretty alienated from even the people close to him. my personal opinion is that naturally miwa is much more famous while takashiro's level of fame is closer to shiyo's. i wouldn't call miwa overfamiliar or out of pocket based on what we know, he seems to genuinely think of his costars as his friends and he has a photo of the production team in his bedroom... but the difference is really stark. especially knowing miwa is pretending to be much younger than he actually is and i don't think anyone knows except kadou maybe. let's say maybe miwa started off pretending to be the same age as dita or slightly younger (15-16) so by 2018 his fake age would be around 20-21 or so. he'd be perceived as very young!! (though reaching his expiration date in the eyes of the public, maybe... well ditasword is ending anyway...)

speaking of kadou. kadou's profile says something like about how there's leniency in their relationship since the age difference is like parent and child but... like, that's great and all, but they don't...... say which is which........ which is really funny and is absolutely on purpose. and i honest to god do not think kadou doesn't know about miwa being a little freak. i would go a step further and say i wouldn't be surprised if miwa knew marie, but there's nothing supporting that whatsoever, just my wishful headcanon. but there's something really funny about miwa potentially seeing kadou go from precocious little kid to an unmarried old coot with a bad personality who is pushing 50.

this is purely my speculation and i've said it before, but i really do think out of all of the other fragments, he's the most similar to theodore by far

honestly really lucky fukao was gracious enough to leave a picture of what miwa looks like in his public persona in the interlude, it was probably to service the "color contacts and wig in the bathroom cabinet" twist in that part of the interlude but he's so funny just from what you learn from his room alone and from the one report that i'm glad at least one deranged character has a design

[angelplummie]

Okay so like for starterssssss, I love getting represented as a chubby gal 🥺🥺 so I love you for writing that last Oikawa imagineeeee 😩😩😩

Soooo, I was wondering if I could request a plus size reader that really likes Kuroo, (and he’s like a super cliché bad boy🤰🏽) but he’s too embarrassed to be seen with Y/n. So she starts to hit on his friend or try to make him jealous. (I want you to add your own little idea here! But likeee, make her a baddie 😘😘)

Thanks baby 😚

HE’S A SCUMBAG DON’T YOU KNOW

KUROO X CHUBBY F!READER

Angsty?? kinda, a pinch of suggestive stuff

masterlist

post girlboss was referring to

a/n:i decided to go for emo / anger issues / definitely has punched a hole in his wall kuroo, just cuz i love writing losers, and i love seeing grown men cry. reader is like 20/21 just like college age yk, kuroo is 23 as stated in fic. p.s where my artic monkey hoes at

warnings: swearing, mentions of sex n specific sexual acts, suggestive stuff, uhhh bad boy but he’s not a (bad boy) he’s just a (bad) (boy) he’s just no good, like no fr never date guys like this, he may SEEM COOL and give you the dick but girl you will be so embarrassed once u realised u gave up the kitty for a man that genuinely believes tame impala and mac demarco are unheard of and calls himself an empath even though he’s mean to his mum every time she comes over to help with the laundry and has manipulated every girl he’s ever been in the vicinity of but i digress! on with the story!

“Kuroo-!” you yelped in surprised, bed bouncing beneath you. The second he had thrown you down, he ripped off his shirt and made a noise of frustration when he couldn’t shed his skinny jeans fast enough. Brows furrowed, he began hopping furiously to yank them off.

You laughed, much to his annoyance.

“You’re gonna hurt yourself if you keep up with that. What’s the rush?”

He sighed, and carefully pulled them off his ankles. Standing up straight, he seemed to have composed himself, with that cocky smirk on his rugged face. Your eyes trailed down his lean, long body. It was all you could do not to scream, he was so gorgeous. He took a few sweeping steps to where you lay, and got right on top of you, hands either side of your head. His eyes bore into you, it made you squirm internally, not that you would ever admit it.

“Just want you so bad, kitten.”

You barked out a laugh as if your heart didn’t jolt at his stupid pet name. It was such a stupid name, but coming from him it made you melt. Again, not like you’d ever admit it.

“Ew, Tetsu don’t call me kitten, it’s cr-“

He cut you off by leaning down and kissing you, you could feel his snake bites against your bottom lip. He groaned softly, shoving his tongue down your throat. He tasted like his sour apple vape, and his hair was soft when you ran your fingers through it. You could barely contain your butterflies, eyes squeezed closed.

“Come on babe, you know you like it.”

No matter how many times you and Kuroo hung out, it always felt so fresh. Maybe it was because he was exciting, or because he was a little bit wild, you didn’t know.

He leaned down closer to you, getting on his elbows, deepening the kiss. He pulled away and smirked at your breathlessness. With a slender, ring adorned hand, he reached beneath your top and cupped your tits over your bra. He gave them a sharp squeeze and started placing chaste kisses on your neck. He was considerate like that, didn’t leave hickeys because he knew they’d be hard to cover for you. He groaned as he jiggled the fat of your boobs in his hands,

“God, you have the nicest tits, babe.”

You had been dating for nearly 3 months now, if that was what it was. To be honest, you weren’t really sure what you were. You hang out all the time at his or your place, there was rarely a time when you didn’t have an ache between your legs, one way or another. He didn’t really take you on ‘dates’ but chatting to him was fun in itself, you didn’t need to go out to do that. He didn’t necessarily say romantic stuff either... but he didn’t not say romantic stuff either? He beat up your ex at a party one time! That had to mean something right? He exactly wouldn’t tell you how he felt but he showed you, kissing your cheek or tilting your chin up to look at him or kissing your neck or feeling you up. But that usually led to sex, so you couldn’t be certain. It wasn’t like you only screwed though, you watched your favourite movies together... although the last couple times he just started fingering you. You showed him your playlists? No no, he showed you his playlists, his sex playlists. There seemed to be a common theme here. But... there were times, afterwards, when he would pull in you so tight, tell you how good you were for him, how well you did, how pretty you looked. Any doubts you had were gone after a few hushed words on his tobacco reeking rickety old bed. You’d never really had a relationship like this before, but you assumed it was just because Kuroo was so chill. You were probably boyfriend and girlfriend, he just didn’t feel the need to announce it, he was laidback like that. So what if you guys had a lot of sex? Weren’t you a new couple? Wasn’t this just the honeymoon stage were you can’t get your hands off each other? You didn’t want to seem high maintenance and nag, so you let it be. He was sweet enough to you, right now everything was good.

Until it wasn’t.

A clatter sounded downstairs, the door slamming open against the hallway wall.

“Kuroo! Hey man, I brought some California!”, a voice called from bellow.

Kuroo broke away immediately, spit trailing from your neck to his pink lips.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit,” Kuroo mumbled, pushing off the bed and scrambling the pick up his discarded clothes and shove them back on.

You sat up, disgruntled, rearranging your bra strap from were he’d kneaded at it.

“What’s wrong? Who is that?”

He shot you a glance before continuing to yank back on his jeans.

“Uh, so change of plan, I can’t do tonight. I need you to go home. Discreetly.”

What?

“What? Tetsu, I’m already here,” you scoffed.

What was going on?

Why was he acting like this?

You had never seen him so... frantic.

“I know babe, and I’m really sorry about that, but my friends are here early than I said.”

“So? Can’t I meet your friends?”

He didn’t reply for a moment, just let out an exasperated breath, zipping up his fly.

“Well, yeah you can meet them, just not with me. I don’t want them knowing that I-“

He cut himself off, but you had heard enough to understand.

There was a beat of silence, only disturbed by Kuroo’s friends calling for him.

Your mouth hung open, and you scoffed in shock.

You shouldn’t be surprised really. It’s so obvious now that you think about it. So that’s what this was. That explains everything. He didn’t really like you, he was just using you. That’s why he didn’t take you anywhere, or why he didn’t show you he cared. It was because he didn’t. He wasn’t “afraid of getting close to people” or “emotionally distant”, he was just upfront about not giving two shits about you aside from your vagina. I guess he didn’t want his friends to know he was furiously screwing a fat girl any chance he got. He was embarrassed of you. You were something to be ashamed of. Your stomach jerked as you got to your feet. You were pissed, but that didn’t mean it didn’t really hurt. You had liked him. A lot.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

You could see the panic in his eyes, it was quite funny actually. Of course you new what it meant, but it still made you feel a little better to watch his eyes widen like that, to hold a shred of power over him.

“I mean- well I didn’t- come on babe you know I didn’t mean it like that-“ he laughed nervously, not noticing the footsteps in the landing. You rolled your eyes. You may have been naive, but you certainly weren’t going to fall for his shit again. Whatever he spouted.

“Don’t give me that bullshit. Just say it, your embarrassed of me.”

“Y/N, please, don’t you think-“

Two men burst through the door, one with spiked grey hair and one with fluffy black hair.

“Kuroo! What the hell are you doing up here we’ve been-“ the grey haired one, stopped when his eyes went from a shirtless Kuroo to you.

Your eyes flickered to Kuroo, he looked mortified.

“Ah. I see. Well, Akaashi, we better give these two some time, we can just-“

“Oh no, I was just leaving,” you grabbed your jacket from on top of his chest of drawers and turned back to the two men, putting on a big smile, adrenaline and fury spurring you on.

“I’m Y/N, by the way.”

Your eyes shot to Kuroo, who looking like get was about to shit himself.

“You probably haven’t heard of me, me and Kuroo have actually been having sex for three months. He kept it a secret because he’s embarrassed of me. We should hang out soon though!”

“Y/N-!” Kuroo yelled, exasperation clear in his tone, but you were already descending the stairs.

He came into the hall, hands rubbing his temples.

“Y/N just come talk for a second, I can-“

But he was cut off by the door slamming.

You got in your car parked outside and sped away.

The whir of the engine and the monotony of the roads cleared your mind a bit, a mist of anger still remaining.

You can’t believe you let yourself be tricked. you were a fully grown woman, but you had been reeled in hook, line and sinker. Not only had you been reeled in, you have been reeled in by a man that still had tik tok LED lights in his room and a fucking monster can collection at the age of 24 fucking years old. The more you thought about him, the more you realised how much of an emo loser he was. Of course you were still hurting, but it was more of the angry hurt you feel when it turns out your crush is homophobic or something (been there done that, don’t ask). He was a waste of oxygen, you had decided by the time you made it back to your apartment. A waste of perfectly good space that could most definitely not get the kitty anymore. You got inside your house, pulled on some comfies and got on facetime with your friends.You told them all about what happened, and they passionately bitched about him with you, confirming your suspicion that they never liked him in the first place. They also told you to forget about his existence, he wasn’t worth a slither of your brain power, he was dirt compared to you. All in all, you felt marginally better, saying goodbye to your friends while they still giggled about how stupid Kuroo’s hair was.

This was just a speed bump, you thought as you tucked yourself into bed, you would get over this.

Fast.

“Who’s Bokuto been talking to all night?” Yamamoto leaned over to ask Lev, shouting over the blaring music.

It was a week after you had thrown Kuroo to the curb, and he was out with a couple of volleyball friends, some from Nekoma, but there was also Bokuto with them.

“I’m not sure. I think it’s Y/N something? She’s in class. She’s pretty chill.”

Kuroo’s ears perked up, and he turned around to face his friends up against the bar.

“Bokuto’s talking to who?” he said through gritted teeth.

“Y/N. She goes to my-“

“I know who Y/N is,” kuroo snapped, taking a swig of the beer in his hand and scanning the dance floor for either one of you. He found bokuto first, shoulder against the wall, holding a drink as he leant down to have you whisper something in his ear. That’s when Kuroo paid attention to you. You looked... you looked gorgeous. He felt jealousy creep up inside him. How many times had you been out looking like that since you broke things off? How many guys had you slept with since? How dare Bokuto chat you up when he knew you two had been a thing? Wasn’t he meant to be Kuroo’s friend? As Kuroo wound himself up, you and bokuto continued your extremely pleasant conversation.

“I just wanna say, sorry about Kuroo. He’s a real bonehead, but we’ve been friends since high school so I can’t ditch him.”

You snorted into your cocktail.

“What?”

“Bonehead?”

He frowned and straightened up indignantly.

“Yeah, and? What’s wrong with bonehead?”

“No no, nothing, it’s just very Legally Blonde.”

He beamed down at you.

“I love Legally Blonde!”

“You do? Me too!”

This big beefy man was very cute, you had been talking for nearly three hours now, but you never ran out of things to say. And, aside from the obligatory introduction compliments, he had not made any move to try and get you into a wendy’s bathroom as quick as possible, which you couldn’t say of yours and kuroo’s first meeting.

He had dreamy eyes, you noted as he smiled for the nth time that night.

“Whose your favourite-?”

“What the fuck are you doing man?”

You glanced scathingly over to the familiar face of your old fling.

“What?” Bokuto asked back, clearly done with his friends bad boy shtick.

“Why are you talking to her when... when you know?”

“What’s there to know? I’m talking to her because I want to, and she wants to.”

He looked over to you for approval.

“Right?”

You nodded, a little nervous. You hated Kuroo’s guts, but you knew how weirdly possessive he was, you didn’t wanna cause trouble for Bokuto.

“See? Now I don’t think she wants to see you, right?”

He looked at you again. You nodded again.

“Ok? You guys are over, now are we done?”

Kuroo huffed. His eyes flitted from Bokuto to you, remembering you were there most likely, and he scowled.

“No, we aren’t done, what are you trying to pull anyway? Trying to piss me off by talking to someone I know? Are you really that petty? Well, your little plan is working, so just-just stop, ok?”

You felt like screaming. You had just come out here to have a nice time, not listen to Kuroo’s narcissistic whining.

“Can you just fuck off? Was I not clear enough or something? You’re dead to me, Kuroo. I’m just trying to have a nice night.”

Kuroo’s mouth gaped open. He had never been spoken to like that, never. He clenched his fists at his sides and his glare intensified.

“You’re lucky I gave you the time of day, fat ugly slut.”

He grabbed Bokuto’s shoulder roughly, turning him to face him completely.

“Hey man, thanks for clearing up my sloppy seconds, really good of you. Good to know I’ve got great friends like you.”

Those were the last things out of Kuroo’s mouth before bokuto landed a punch on his cheek, knocking him to the ground.

“You’re a fucking asshole man,” Bokuto grunted.

He stepped over where Kuroo lay, and held out a hand for you to step over too. You took it quietly and trailed along behind him to the door, fingers still locked. His hands were warm, and big. Kuroo’s face must hurt right now. The thought made you smile. He held the door open for you before sighing, resting his back against the wall. You stood in front of him, twiddling with your fingers.

“I am so sorry about that,” You apologised, embarrassed and shaken by the scene Kuroo had made, “I shouldn’t have wound him up, and I shouldn’t have talked to you after I knew you guys were friends, I promise I didn’t mean to start anything.”

“Don’t be, if anything I’m sorry for not making him leave right away. And either way,” he gently reached for your hand again, and you let him take it,”I’m glad you talked to me. I’d like it if you talked to me even more.”

DISCLAIMER FOR KUROO STANS!!!! I DONT THINK HIS HAIR IS STUPID!!! it’s just when ur bestie is going thru a break up or anything entailing a male you shit talk everything about him to high hell, doesn’t matter if he’s the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. also i have no ill will towards kuroo nor any of the characters i write shit bag fan fics about i just like to complain any way i hope you enjoyed! reblogs and replies always appreciated!!!

[yuujispinkhair]

Kabukicho Love (Chapter 08)

I don't wanna check into the Tokyo Love Hotel. I just want your love all to myself

Successful but lonely businessman Sukuna gave up on love. Why put his heart on the line when he can just as easily buy "love" from the prettiest escorts of Tokyo? But why does this supposedly fake love feel so real when he's with the new boy he booked?

Chapter 1 ++ Chapter 2 ++ Chapter 3 ++ Chapter 4 ++ Chapter 5 ++ Chapter 6 ++ Chapter 7

Pairing: Sukuna x Escort!Yuuji Genre: Escort AU, smut, fluff Word Count: 5k Playlist: Sukuita Escort AU Warnings: 18+, smut, sex work, age gap (Yuuji is 21 and Sukuna 30), oral, fingering, rimming, anal, cumshot, cum eating, alcohol, light angst, mention of a side character's death in later chapters, mutual pining. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

There is art now for this series! Thank you so much to @/silverink58 for drawing this beautiful picture of Sukuna and Yuuji for me! I'm so happy that you let me commission you!

Thank you so much to Liz @/lizarts01 for drawing this super hot and super cute picture of Yuuji + Nobara as sexy bunnies!! I am losing my mind!!

As much as Sukuna tries to distract himself with work, he can't get Yuuji out of his head. It's been two weeks since he last saw him.

His bed feels too empty, and the pillow next to his still smells like Yuuji's hairspray. He doesn't know what's worse. Catching himself drifting over to that pillow at night and waking up with it wrapped in his arms, face buried in the soft material breathing in Yuuji's scent? Or the cold empty feeling that washes over him when he sees the notification that his housekeeper wants to deep clean the bedroom tomorrow, knowing that Yuuji's warm smell will be gone forever?

In the last two weeks, Sukuna drowned himself in work, staying in his office until late at night. Or he spent hours in the gym working out obsessively to tire himself out, so he managed to fall asleep instead of staying up obsessing over pretty honey eyes and a sunshine smile.

He even accompanied some business partners to a hostess club, trying to distract himself by getting drunk on champagne that was too sweet and letting a pretty European girl sit on his lap.

But the moment she leaned closer to kiss his neck and whisper to him, "Want to take me home tonight, daddy?" he turned her down and gently but firmly pushed her off his lap.

It felt wrong. Her body felt wrong. Her weight was too light, her hair was too long and had the wrong color, her voice was too high, and her perfume made him sick.

She wasn't Yuuji.

To Sukuna's annoyance, Gojo keeps spamming his phone. Sending him text message after text message demanding to know where Sukuna is and whether he wants to have another date with sweet Yuuji soon.

Sukuna tries to ignore him. But of course, Gojo Satoru has never been someone who just leaves Sukuna alone. And so it doesn't even surprise the CEO when he is having lunch at his favorite restaurant, and suddenly his old friend strolls towards him with a shit-eating grin on his face.

Gojo plops down on the chair across from Sukuna without waiting for an invitation.

"Ahh, such a coincidence to see you here, Sukuna! How is life?"

"Great."

"Aww, are you sure? There are some dark circles under your eyes. Having problems sleeping? I can help you with that. You know, Yuuji has time tomorrow night. You should invite him over, and he will take good care of your sleeping problem. He is always so sweet with his mouth. It does wonders against insomnia!"

"Do you have any new boys?"

This earns Sukuna a raised eyebrow from his old friend.

"You want a new boy? I thought sweet Yuuji makes you happy. Is there a problem?"

"There's no problem. He is amazing. But I want something fresh. More variety."

Sukuna always thought his poker face was perfect, but unfortunately, Gojo Satoru can read him too damn well.

The white-haired man uncrosses his long legs and leans across the table to eye Sukuna over the rim of his ever-present sunglasses, smiling that infuriating smug smirk.

"Oh, I get it. Our little cutie managed to melt that cold heart of yours, huh? And big bad Sukuna, who turned his back on love after his fiancee left him, doesn't like to feel things again. It scares you, doesn't it?"

His words feel like a punch to Sukuna's gut. Is he that obvious? Does Gojo know about his feelings?

Sukuna takes a sip from his water, acting unbothered, and shakes his head with a laugh.

"You are wrong, brat. Now hurry up and show me your boys. I don't have all day."

Yuuji's POV:

Yuuji knocks nervously on the half-open door leading to Gojo's office in the back area of the Infinity Club. He has a weird feeling about this. Usually, Gojo never asks him to come to his office.

His boss looks up from his current work with a wide grin on his handsome face. Looking like the cat from Alice in Wonderland.

"Aww come in, Yuuji baby! Take a seat, sweetheart!"

He points at the leather chair in front of his massive desk, which is overflowing with a chaotic array of photos, folders, and empty candy wrappers.

Yuuji does as Gojo tells him and sits down, playing with his fingers in his lap as he looks at his boss with big eyes.

"Hey, um, why did you call me here? Is everything ok?"

"Of course it is! Listen, honey, I just wanted to know whether Sukuna asked for your phone number or something? When was the last time you saw him? You are not in trouble at all, by the way! No matter what you answer."

"Oh! No, it's not like that! He... he didn't ask for my number. We aren't meeting in private. I wouldn't do that! You know I am very grateful for working for you! I wouldn't break the rules!"

Yuuji's heart is racing. What is this about? He doesn't want to lose his job! He will never be able to afford his grandpa's residence if he gets fired!

But Gojo laughs, and one of his elegant hands makes a gesture as if chasing away a fly.

"Aww, sweet baby, don't worry, your cute little mind, ok? Everything is fine. I just wanted to know. Because you see, it's uncommon for my old friend Sukuna to not contact me. Did something happen?"

"No, not that I know of, at least. I've been wondering about it too. I am so sorry if I messed up. I... I miss him."

"Oh? Is that so?"

Gojo's blue eyes are boring into Yuuji's, almost as if he can see right into his mind. He cocks his head curiously and watches Yuuji with a thoughtful expression while one long elegant finger plays with his bottom lip.

"Well, Yuu-chan, I don't think you did anything wrong. If at all, it was rather that you did your job too well."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"You're so cute, honey. Don't worry about it. Just leave it to me. I would say we have to lure our dear Sukuna back to our club and back into your loving arms. And I already know how to do that. Tell me, Yuuji, did you ever dress up as a bunny?"

Sukuna's POV:

Another night trying to forget his stressful job and fight his loneliness. Another night in the neon lights of Kabukicho, sitting in a VIP booth in one of the most popular nightclubs in Tokyo.

In the end, Gojo recommended another pretty college boy to him, and Sukuna booked him for tonight. Gojo insisted, though, that Sukuna had to book a private booth in the Infinity Club, and cute Toge would entertain him here.

"It will be good for you to go out! Drink something and enjoy the music and the atmosphere! I know what's good for you!"

That's why Sukuna is here, leaning back against the backrest of the comfy dark-blue leather couch and swirling the ice cubes in his longdrink glass around as he waits for a pretty boy who will hopefully take his mind of Yuuji.

He has to get this longing for a sunshine smile and honey eyes and a strong muscular body under control. Maybe Toge will help him with that.

Sukuna looks at his Rolex. Half an hour until his date. He lets his gaze stray through the club. Tonight is Bunny Night. All the hosts and hostesses are dressed in sexy bunny costumes, which show more than they hide.

Sukuna has to give Gojo that. The man has a knack for aesthetics. His nightclub is one of the most exclusive establishments in Tokyo's red-light district.

A club that provides the right service for any needs. Hostesses and hosts, both catering to all genders. Touching is allowed if you pay enough. You can get anything you want. A private dance is available, a night just spent in charming company is possible. But also a night full of sex, either in a love hotel or in the comfort of your own home if you wish.

Everything is perfect here in the luxurious Infinity Club. It looks opulent. Fancy couches and armchairs made of the finest leather. Magnificent chandeliers that reflect the neon lights. It's an alluring mix of modern and royal-like decadence. Something for the eye. Something where the rich and powerful feel at home.

The Infinity Club is a private club. The monthly amount of yen you have to pay is outrageous. But it's worth it. Nowhere else will you find a club so pleasing to the eye, including the eye candy that the boys and girls working here are.

Suddenly a familiar pastel pink hair catches Sukuna's eye.

He draws in a sharp breath. He didn't know Yuuji worked in the club tonight! Usually, he is only available for private bookings, during which he meets his clients at restaurants or in love hotels. It's rare that he still waitresses. Is it because of Bunny Night?

Sukuna stares at him wide-eyed.

Yuuji looks gorgoeus. He always does, of course. But that cute little bunny outfit is perfect for him. He is shirtless, his muscular bare torso looking so enticing with the glitter sprayed on it. His buff muscles flex seductively with every move.

The cute bunny ears in his pink hair bounce with every step, and his pretty smile is so dazzling that he draws all eyes to him.

And those tight skimpy hotpants he's wearing are sinful. Hugging his cute round ass snuggly. The same ass that is so sweet and tight around Sukuna's cock anytime he fucks Yuuji.

Today that cute hole is stuffed with an anal plug with a fluffy bunny tail attached to it. The hotpants are conveniently cut out to show off the naughty detail.

Yuuji looks so cute and sexy that Sukuna gets hard just from looking at him.

His unhelpful mind provides him with all the dirty things he would like to do to that cute bunny right now.

He wants Yuuji on his lap. Wants to pull out that anal plug and tell that sweet bunny boy to ride his cock right here in the private booth. He wants to hear Yuuji moan his name. Wants to see him mess up his little hotpants because he can't hold back when he has Sukuna's cock inside him.

"Oh, dammit!"

Sukuna curses loudly. He has to get a grip! Keep that horniness for the new boy he booked. He'll make sure to bend Toge over this bench and fuck all his frustration into him until Sukuna forgets about bunny Yuuji.

But to Sukuna's dismay, Yuuji doesn't disappear again in the throngs of people. Instead, the guy working behind the bar waves him over. Sukuna forgets to breathe momentarily when Yuuji leans against the bar counter, bending over and giving the CEO an even better view of that firm round ass with the cute bunny tail.

The bartender says something to Yuuji and hands him one of the mini Ipads the Infinity staff uses to take orders.

Sukuna watches with growing horror as Yuuji smiles and makes his way toward the VIP booths.

"This can't be true. Are you kidding me?"

Sukuna mutters under his breath. Why does it have to be Yuuji who is in charge of waitressing tonight? One could almost suspect Satoru has something to do with this!

But before Sukuna can think more about that, Yuuji has already reached his booth and peeks inside, bunny ears bouncing cutely on top of his pink hair.

"Good evening! Do you desire anything from our menu, sir?"

His gaze lands on Sukuna, and his face lights up in pure delight. He makes a cute surprised sound and beams at the CEO,

"Oh, Sukuna! It's so nice to see you!"

His free hand immediately flies to the golden necklace with the little tiger charm. Even tonight, when he has to wear a costume that requires him to be shirtless, he still didn't take off Sukuna's gift. Sukuna's heart clenches as he stares at the way Yuuji is twirling the charm between his fingers.

The boy is still babbling, sounding so cute and excited.

"I was waiting for a notice from you. You must have been very busy with work, hm? I'm so sorry about that. I hope it wasn't too stressful! It's nice that you can have an evening to relax. If you like, I can keep you company and help you let go of the stress. Oh, and I have a new movie I really want to show you! I can tell you about it, and maybe we can watch it when you have more free time!"

Yuuji steps into the booth, smiling that happy sunshine smile, and for a moment, the whole world is ok again. Sukuna feels so warm, bathed in Yuuji's radiance.

For a moment, he forgets why he wanted to avoid the boy. For a moment, he is tempted to just give in and ask Yuuji to join him. And later on, Sukuna could take his angel home, fuck him, watch movies with him, feed him strawberry cheesecake ice cream and hold him all night.

And then Yuuji sees the little notice on the glass table in front of Sukuna that says that Toge is booked for the next two hours. His face falls. It makes Sukuna's chest ache.

Yuuji is quick to cover it up, though, trying his best to stay professional. He smiles at Sukuna. But it's not a genuine smile. For the first time, Sukuna can see that it is just an act. It's too bright, too fake. It doesn't reach Yuuji's eyes.

"Oh, I see you booked Toge tonight. That's great! I think you will have a lot of fun with him. He's very pretty and a sweet guy. Enjoy your night, sir. I hope our services are to your pleasure."

He bows his head but not before Sukuna can see the disappointment and hurt in those pretty honey eyes.

It breaks Sukuna's heart. He cannot take this hurt look on Yuuji's pretty face, knowing that he was the one who put it there.

All his instincts scream at him to make it ok again. To comfort Yuuji, reassure him, shower him with praise, and let him know he is still Sukuna's number one! Not just number one... Sukuna's only one.

Because who is he trying to fool here? Does he really want to have someone else? Will it really help him to fuck another ass, to kiss another pair of lips? Or isn't it more likely that any boy he books will just be a desperate and unsuccessful attempt at trying to forget Yuuji? After all, none of them will ever be like Yuuji. They won't even come close to Yuuji.

So who is Sukuna trying to fool?

He knows the answer. Himself. He is trying so desperately to convince himself that he can just forget about Yuuji and move on.

But it's not true.

Sukuna can't just forget Yuuji or replace him. It will not work. Because he likes this sweet boy standing in front of him in that sexy bunny outfit.

The boy who is currently biting his lips and looking like he's going to cry despite the smile plastered to his pretty face. And it's all Sukuna's fault.

"Yuuji...no... this must be a mistake. I didn't book anyone. Someone must have mixed something up. I want to cancel that booking, please. If it's too late, just put it on my card, but I don't want to meet Toge. I'm just going to finish my drink and leave."

Yuuji nods and grabs the booking receipt to rip it in two. But his hands are shaking. He knows Sukuna is lying.

It makes even more guilt wash over the CEO. He didn't want Yuuji to find out about this. He didn't want to hurt the boy.

For the first time in a long time, Sukuna is at a loss for what to do or say. His mouth opens and closes again, unable to come up with the right thing to say.

Before he can find his voice again, a third person peeks inside the booth. A girl with ginger hair and a pair of boobs so plump that they almost spill out of her little bunny dress. She wraps a hand around Yuuji's buff biceps, leaning against his side, pressing those tits against him.

"Here you are! Come on, that guy in booth 5 saw us and wants to meet those cute ginger and pink bunnies. Hurry up, dumbass! He is a good tipper! Don't ruin this for me!"

Her gaze drifts over to Sukuna, smiling at him and cocking her head flirtatiously, all professional again,

"I'm sorry, sir, but I have to kidnap this cute bunny now. But you can book him another time. Me too, by the way! Or both of us at the same time. Just ask for Nobara and Yuuji. We can fulfill your every fantasy! Have a nice evening!"

She blows him a kiss and then yanks on Yuuji's arm impatiently.

Yuuji nods dazedly and lets her pull him after her. His golden gaze swipes one last time over Sukuna. He still looks sad, and the smile still doesn't reach his eyes when he mutters a good night in Sukuna's direction.

Sukuna is lying in his dark bedroom, rolling restlessly from side to side, unable to fall asleep.

He has a lot of regrets about this evening. He regrets thinking it would be a good idea to book another boy. He regrets letting Gojo convince him to come to the Infinity Club. And most of all, he regrets that his actions upset Yuuji.

Sukuna practically fled the club after his unexpected meeting with Yuuji, driving much too fast and cursing himself all the way home to his penthouse. He had been such a fool!

His right hand wraps around his half-hard cock, leisurely stroking it to full hardness. Maybe it will help him if he jacks off. He needs the stress relief an orgasm can give him.

Unbidden, a picture of Yuuji in his sexy little bunny outfit comes to Sukuna's mind, and a loud moan falls from his lips as his hips jerk.

There is no turning back now. His erection is throbbing needily in his palm as more images of Yuuji flood the CEO's mind.

He wraps his fist tighter around his straining cock, pumping his hard length faster now, with more need, more vigor. Fucking himself to the thoughts of pretty honey eyes and cute bunny ears in pink hair, the glitter on those defined buff muscles, the tight round ass that looked so seductive with that little bunny tail.

"Ah, fuck!"

Sukuna's hips buck wildly.

He wants to go back to the club and replay that moment. Wants to make it right. He wants to tell Yuuji that he is the only one Sukuna wants. He wants to fuck Yuuji. He wants to claim that sexy bunny, make him scream and cry and cum for Sukuna like the perfect little pet that he is.

His eyes close, and he gets lost in fantasies about sexy bunny boy Yuuji on his knees, bending over the leather couch, wiggling his cute ass as he looks back at Sukuna with his big golden eyes full of desire and need. He imagines Yuuji begging Sukuna to take him and cum inside him.

"Please fill me, Sukuna! Fuck it all into me. Please make me yours!"

"Am I the only one you let cum inside your cute ass?"

"Yes, only you!"

The dirty fantasy is driving Sukuna wild. His moans echo loudly in his bedroom as he fucks his fist frantically. He is losing his mind over the idea of Yuuji taking his cum in his ass.

In his mind, Sukuna pulls out of Yuuji's creampied ass, watching his cum slowly trickle out of the boy's hole before Sukuna puts the anal plug with the bunny tail back and pushes it lovingly into Yuuji's sweet cum-filled hole.

"Keep it all in, baby. I want you to have my seed inside you all night. You are mine, all mine. You know who you belong to, right? Say it, Yuuji."

"I belong to you, Sukuna! I'm yours!"

White lights explode behind Sukuna's eyelids when he cums all over his fist, crying out Yuuji's name over and over again.

An hour later, Sukuna is still wide away. He sighs and sits up in his bed, running a hand through his disheveled hair. Now that his earlier desire has cooled off, he gets filled with a new wave of regret.

The only thing that makes him get rid of the image of Yuuji's pretty face clouded by disappointment is to drink so much vodka that the picture in his mind gets blurry, and Sukuna can finally slip into a restless sleep that is filled with neon lights and golden eyes.

Sukuna is in his office drinking his third coffee when he gets a call from Gojo. His old friend sounds far too smug:

"Did you enjoy the bunnies last night?"

"Fuck you, Satoru. Was that your idea? Dangling him in front of me like that?" 

"Aww, what do you think of me, Kuna-chan!? As if I would do that! But you know it's kinda disappointing that one of my best clients and closest friends, I might add, doesn't make any bookings anymore. Our establishment misses you!"

"I hate you. Don't call me again."

"No, you don't hate me. You hate that a cute boy could make you feel something and that no matter how hard you try, you can't stop thinking about him. Just give in, Sukuna. Just come back. I'll cancel the date sweet Yuuji has scheduled for tonight and give it to you instead. Hmm, what do you say to that?"

"I am ending this call now."

He hangs up on Gojo, sighing as he leans back in his office chair. This is one of the things he finds the most annoying about Satoru. As carefree as he acts, he always sees through things and people and quickly grasps what is happening. He somehow has the gift of knowing everyone's weak spots.

And Sukuna's weak spot are his feelings for Yuuji.

He feels a headache coming up, and it's not because of the vodka he drank last night.

Yuuji's POV:

Yuuji doesn't understand why Sukuna doesn't book him anymore. Since that night in the club where the CEO had scheduled a date with Toge instead of Yuuji, things have felt wrong. There's a constant ache in Yuuji's chest. A lump in his throat, and it's harder than usual to smile his sunshine smile.

Why doesn't Sukuna want to see him anymore? Did Yuuji do something wrong? Was he too unprofessional? Yes, maybe.

It had been getting harder and harder lately to hide his feelings for Sukuna. Maybe the other man sensed something and was disgusted by it. By the fact that a whore loved him.

The thought makes tears well up in Yuuji's eyes. He wipes them away angrily. It's not fair to accuse Sukuna of this. He never treated Yuuji as inferior or as if his profession was something dirty.

But it's still obvious that they don't feel the same. Why would a successful and gorgeous man like Sukuna be interested in him besides the services he books Yuuji for? Of course, Yuuji knew that all along! But he can be so stupid sometimes...so naive. He hates it.

When Sukuna didn't book him as usual, Yuuji told himself his favorite client was just busy. Surly Sukuna had a lot of work, and that's why he didn't have time to meet Yuuji.

It was stupid to think this. After all, in the past few months, Sukuna had always told Yuuji that he helped him let go of his stressful job. So it didn't make sense that Sukuna would not book him.

Gojo had also sensed something was wrong. That's why he called Yuuji to his office.

He said something about a plan, and the next thing Yuuji knew was that he would participate in Bunny Night.

And during that event, the bartender sent him to VIP booth 3 to take an order from the patron there.

That's how Yuuji suddenly found himself face-to-face with Sukuna. 

Had that been Gojo's plan? If yes, it clearly didn't work because Sukuna left without Yuuji. And Yuuji had to spend the next two hours entertaining a businessman in booth 5 who was nothing like sexy and caring Sukuna.

Yuuji sighs as he rolls over onto his back and stares at his bedroom ceiling.

The worst thing is that he has gotten so used to spending time with Sukuna. He misses those happy moments they shared. Those moments where they weren't client and escort but just two people who got along well and enjoyed spending time together.

All the nights he spent at Sukuna's apartment, watching movies with him, cuddling and laughing together. Falling asleep in Sukuna's strong arms afterwards. Making breakfast for him, feeling so appreciated when Sukuna hugged him from behind and held him the whole time. Feeling so taken care of when Sukuna drove him to his college in the mornings, smiled at him, kissed him goodbye, and told him to please take care.

Somehow Yuuji had constructed this little fantasy in his mind, where he thought they had a real connection. Where he could pretend what they had was almost a relationship.

And that's why this feels strangely like a breakup, even though Yuuji wasn't dating Sukuna for real.

His heart clenches painfully, and he has to wipe some fresh tears away. What did he do wrong?

Sukuna's POV:

Sukuna hates to admit it, but he lost this battle.

As much as he tries to fight his feelings by avoiding Yuuji, he can't stop his every waking thought from wandering to his pink-haired cutie.

He can't stop his chest from feeling too tight and his heart from being too heavy.

He didn't expect it to be that hard to stop thinking about a pretty boy with honey-colored eyes. But here he is, filled with a terrible yearning.

He misses that pretty face, that sweet smile, the sparkle in those honey eyes when Yuuji gets all excited while telling Sukuna about his favorite movies. All the big gestures with his hands, his voice getting louder every second in his excitement to share his thoughts about the things he loves.

He misses seeing Yuuji in his kitchen, making breakfast for them. Smiling so genuinely happy when Sukuna complimented the food Yuuji prepared for him. He misses the warm feeling of driving to work with Yuuji by his side in the passenger seat, chattering to Sukuna about all kinds of things, and kissing Sukuna so sweetly goodbye before exiting the car a few streets away from his university building.

He misses their dates at all their favorite restaurants.

He thinks back to all the hours they spent together. He thinks about all the small details that somehow made him like this boy so much. 

And he finally sees it clear as day: Yuuji stole his heart without Sukuna even realizing it until it was too late.

Love happens unexpectedly. It lays its roots in small, trivial moments.

Like when they had food delivered to Sukuna's apartment. Sukuna went to get more wine from the kitchen, and once he walked back into the dining area, he caught Yuuji holding the plate to his face, licking it clean to get all the delicious sauce out of it.

The boy made a surprised sound and quickly put the plate back down, blushing and looking sheepishly at Sukuna, muttering an apology for his bad table manners. It was so endearing.

Gojo must have told him to always act appropriately in front of his clients, who all belonged to the circle of Tokyo's richest and most successful people.

Sukuna had smiled at Yuuji and cupped his blushing cheeks, and kissed him slowly. Reassuring him that it was ok and that the sauce was really to die for. Sukuna decided at that moment that he would order the same meal again next time for Yuuji if he liked it so much.

He wishes Yuuji was here now and Sukuna could order all his favorite meals. Could make sure the boy has everything he needs.

Sukuna thinks about Yuuji visiting his sick grandpa, caring for him, and making sure to give the old man the best possible life.

Sweet Yuuji. He is so kind and cares for others so much. Yuuji with his heart of gold. So warm and sweet.

Sukuna remembers a moment of slow lovemaking in his bed before he had to go to work. Yuuji opened his beautiful honey eyes to look up at him, and he didn't take his gaze off Sukuna again. Instead, he caressed Sukuna's cheek and looked deeply into his eyes while Sukuna moved on top of him.

He remembers how beautiful Yuuji looked that morning with the sunlight dancing over his pastel pink hair and the tender expression in his eyes. He remembers thinking he wanted to capture this moment and keep it forever. That he never wanted that morning to end. He remembers thinking at that moment that maybe he wanted to spend forever with Yuuji and wake up with him every morning for the rest of his life.

Sukuna gets pulled out of his thoughts by a knock on his office door. A moment later, his assistant looks inside and informs him that his meeting is about to start.

He gives her a curt nod, waiting until the door closes again before he groans softly and runs a hand through his hair, smoothing it down even though it already is perfect.

This is crazy. He keeps drifting off, thoughts always occupied by warm tan skin and golden eyes.

He knows this has to stop. And he tried to stop it. But it seems to be out of his control.

Sukuna is used to being the one in control. So realizing that there is something that he cannot control is driving him up the wall.

But that isn't even his biggest problem. Because even harder than the irritation is the pain. His chest feels too tight when he thinks of Yuuji.

He swore he wouldn't develop feelings again after his fiancee left him. He wanted to keep his heart safe. But he failed.

His heart isn't his anymore. It's Yuuji's now, and Sukuna has to accept it and learn how to live with the pain this brings.

He was so stupid. He was such a fool to let things get this far. But he was an even bigger fool when he decided to run away from those feelings and erase Yuuji from his life. That's what he knows now.

Maybe there would have been a chance for them. For this to work. For it to become more. If Sukuna had just accepted that he couldn't fight his feelings.

But it's too late now. Sukuna feels like he fucked this up deeply. It's too late to confess his feelings. Especially after the way Sukuna acted during the last few weeks. He hurt Yuuji. He pushed him away. It wouldn't be fair to go back to him now.

He will stay far away. He will give the boy a chance to be happy.

And one day, Sukuna will be able to move on too. Time will heal this wound. All of this will pass.

But he can't stop the doubt from seeping into his thoughts. He can't help but wonder.

What if it doesn't pass?

Thank you so much for reading the new chapter!! Ngl I cried while writing this :( Sukunaaaaa, what are you doing?! I feel so bad for Yuuji baby, but also for Sukuna. Gojo was doing his best!! But hey, Kuna is a stubborn guy. Let's see what the future brings for the broken hearts in Tokyo. Also, how did you like bunny Yuuji? I understand Sukuna's reaction. I was losing my mind a lot too while writing sexy bunny Yuu :) Please let me know what you think! Comments and reblogs make me very happy!

Chapter 9

[yourmidnightlover]

the nickname

Summary: reader convinced spencer to let her take the reins in the bedroom... or does she?

TW: oral (male recieving), fingering, mention of overstimulation, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, riding, scratching, use of nicknames (princess, love, etc.), hints at sugar daddy!spencer, age gap (not specified but i’m thinking around 10-15 years). *let me know if i missed anything*

WC: 2,912

A/N: this hinted at sugar daddy!spencer (not really hinted so much as saying it outright). I also wrote this for @anxiousblanketqueen ‘s fic contest for her birthday! i believe it’s prompt number 21. i hope you enjoy :)

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you had been together for a while, now. maybe 13 months? you bet spencer could recall - more like knew he could.

you had met when you were one of his students. you're going to georgetown on an academic scholarship because no way in hell could you pay for the full tuition when you still couldn't afford it with the scholarships.

he took a liking to you - how could he not? you were a hard worker and proved yourself to be extremely determined. on top of the obvious intelligence, you had a beauty that radiated around you. and that beauty had a touch of... innocence. and maybe that innocent beauty is what initially attracted him to you, but he'd like to think it was just your personality as a whole.

you were never one of the students who would come to his office after hours for help you clearly didn't need. you would use your colored pens and highlighters to help organize your notes, so it took a while to pack everything up to leave.

one day, when there weren't any students lined up out his door, he went to your seat as you were cleaning up. you looked up, rather surprised that your inappropriate crush was standing right by you.

"uhm... hi," you smiled at him as you put your pencil pouch in your bag, breaking eye contact for the briefest of seconds before returning your attention back to him.

"hi. i was uhm..." he cleared his throat, "i was wondering if you had any questions? you never come to the office hours for questions and i was just... just making sure," he stuttered out.

"oh," you chuckled a light, airy laugh that spencer wished he had recorded so he could replay it over and over and over. "i don't have any questions. i guess that just means that you're a really good professor - very thorough," you stood up and flung the bag over your shoulder, still incredibly shorter than him.

"than-thank you," he smiled. "i'm happy to hear that you're actually getting something out of the lessons," you began walking out of the classroom, looking back to ensure that he was following you.

"yes, i truly do," you agreed. "i'm also pretty sure i'm one of the other people who isn't auditing the class," you added.

"correct, you are," he enthusiastically gestured, another laugh leaving your beautiful lips.

"i mean, you can't necessarily blame them for just taking the class," you chuckled as he held the door open for you, you gave him a subtle 'thank you.'

"what do you mean?" he asked in a soft tone.

"i mean you- you're..." you trailed off, gesturing to his entire body in hopes to convey what you meant. he just looked at you with a confused taste, letting you know you needed to elaborate. "you're very... attractive, professor reid."

"oh-that's very... thank you," he blushed as you halted by the bus stop.

"of course," you turned around, looking up to meet his eyes. "so... wait, what time is it?" you asked rather frantically.

"it's," he looked at his silver watch adorning his wrist, "6:27."

"shit," you swore for the first time in front of him, underneath your breath.

"wha-what is it?" he asked, perplexed as to why you would be so frustrated.

"the last bus leaves at 6:15 and i've missed it," you huffed out, trying to compose yourself before checking your bag and realizing, "i forgot my key and my roommate is at her girlfriend's house."

"is there anything i could do?" he asked concerned.

"no i can... i can just stay at the library. i should probably study up anyway," you tried to laugh it off although you knew it was pointless... he was a profiler for christ's sake.

"the library? y/n, this might seem a bit inappropriate but i have a spare room you could stay in until your roommate gets back," he offered kindly.

so, you took him up on his offer.

you slept in his spare room after he got you both takeout. you laughed and talked for what seemed like meer minutes but turned out to be until 1 a.m. you talked about string theory and the leonard euler's paradox. he gave you interesting facts about tortoises and achilles.

that little hangout session turned into countless hangouts over the span of three months. and then he asked you out on a real date once you finished at the top of his class - and not just because you were his favorite.

the first time with spencer was... beyond delightful. he was captivating with the way he worked against and for your body. it was almost as if he felt like his sole purpose on earth was to please you. he was eager, yet patient with the way his tongue flicked and sucked at your skin.

he was such a dominant personality in the bedroom, which was extremely appreciated since you didn't have much experience in that arena. but now that you were more versed in that world, you wanted to experiment a bit more.

casually, he began to pay for your things. it wasn't so head-on at first. it would be paying for your groceries, or buying all of your college books for you. but then it got a bit bigger. when your roommate couldn't give you the necessary half of the rent that was due and was beginning to be a nuisance, spencer quite literally let you move into his place. he would pay for your car's repairs and bought you jewelry consistently.

one time, as a joke, you called him your sugar daddy - mostly because that's how he acted. he just didn't like the term. he felt as though it made your relationship together seem one-sided when you were, in fact, very in love with the man. you came to realize it also made you seem like a gold digger, which you weren't - even though the money is a nice plus. so, you relented and didn't say that again.

spencer never really had much time off now that he was working back at the bau and traveling but now, you had him to yourself for a whole week. you had been planning this since he told you when he'd be off.

step 1: look sexy - you always looked sexy to him, but feeling sexy would also be a plus.

step 2: surprise him while looking sexy - absolutely devious.

step 3: seduce him - when doesn't he want you? exactly.

it was foolproof.

you had gotten the text 15 minutes ago that spencer was on his way back to his place, wanting you to meet him there once he had settled in. little did he know that you were in a sexy little white number - the white reminded him of your innocence which really got him going - lying in wait for him in a pair of heels. you sat in one of his reading chairs, deciding to pick up a book until he got home.

when you heard the jingling of keys coming from the other side of the door, you assumed your position. the chair was turned toward the door, you sitting pretty with one leg crossed over the other.

spencer walked through the door, hanging his coat and briefcase up before finally noticing you. his eyebrows shot up, looking your body up and down hungrily.

"wow," he smiled a wicked grin as he slowly made his way to where you were sitting. you stood up, heels clicking as they hit the floor and walked closer to him.

"i wanna try something," you placed your hands on his chest, pushing him back slightly until he was forced to sit down on the couch.

"and what would that be, princess?" he asked, hands stroking your hair that was cascading down your back.

"i..." you bent down to whisper in his ear, "i want to be in charge tonight," you placed a soft kiss below his earlobe, feeling his body shudder subtly at the proposition.

"are you sure you can handle that?" he chuckled, hands roaming to your waist and grinding your hips down on his.

you almost gave up. almost. you grasped his hands, placing them on the arm of the couch before getting close to his face. your lips were almost touching before you whispered, "no touching today, pretty boy."

you felt his hips rut up against your core, you chuckled at his eagerness. you decided to throw him a bone and ground down, hard, against his hips. the groan he let out was low and enticing, nearly enough to allow you to give him whatever he wanted.

"bedroom," you whispered against his neck before getting off of his lap, allowing him to scurry to the room. "take off your clothes while you're at it!" you giggled under your breath as you heard his clothes shuffling, telling you that he was obeying your request.

you waited a couple of minutes until you went into the room, wanting to have him go a bit insane like he normally did to you. when you walked in, he was laying on his back on the bed, just like you wanted. his cock was already red and leaky, prominent as it bounced on his tummy.

"good boy, spence," you giggled, walking over to him and straddling his legs.

once you were settled, you pressed a chaste kiss to his lips before trailing them down his torso, leaving the occasional hickey scattered on his chest. traveling kisses down his happy trail, you traced the vein on his dick and watched it twitch up and hit his stomach once again you giggled at the reaction.

"now i understand why you like so much responsiveness," you chuckled as you pressed a soft, barely-there kiss to the tip of his cock, he hissed once again from the contact.

you slowly took his cock in your mouth, agonizingly slow, and flattened your tongue at the base. one you got him as far down you could manage, you began bobbing your head just as slow. his hands flew to your hair, trying to force you to go faster until you swatted them away.

"should i tie those up?" you threatened, your hand working at his member as you spoke.

"are you fucking kidding me?" he swore, clearly agitated by your antics.

"no," you squeezed his dick for punctuation, the way he grunted made the wetness pool in your underwear. "i'm not kidding you."

you took him in your mouth once more, bobbing your head far more vigorously than before this time, just to spite him. hollowing your cheeks, you swallowed around him and began gagging around his dick before coming back up for air.

"fuck," he whispered underneath his breath, not wanting to let you know just how much of an effect you had on him.

you smiled to yourself and continued your antics until he was spilling all down your throat. you didn't stop there, you came back up and let your hand continue pumping his member slowly.

"shit," he hissed from the stimulation.

"shhh," you put your free finger up to his lips.

you gave his dick a few more strokes, curses leaving his lips delightfully before you drew your hands up his body once more before straddling his lap. after moving your panties to the side and slicking his cock with your arousal, you ground against him leisurely, trying to tease him a bit more. you unclasped your bra, throwing it somewhere in the room. finally, you reached between the two of you and lined him up with your entrance.

"are you sure you can do this?" spencer asked, not to entice you, but to make sure you were alright.

"there's a first for everything," you chuckled, knowing you had never been on top before.

you had never been on top before - you'd like to blame your lack of experience. you knew it might be hard to keep up the pace, but you were determined to make not only yourself but also make spencer feel good. that's all you've ever wanted. that's what you're meant to do - make him feel good. so no matter what it took, you'd make it happen.

you slowly lowered yourself onto his dick, being wary of how much bigger he felt from the new angle.

"shit," you whispered, your hands resting on his chest in attempt to ground yourself. "oh god..." you trailed off, feeling your dominant personality fade away as the pleasure overtook you.

"keep going, princess," he spurred you on, his hands finding your waist and rubbing gentle circles on your skin. "you've got it."

so you rose on your knees until only his tip was inside of you for you to lower yourself once more. you whimpered from the feeling of him re-entering your body, your pussy clenching around him as if he were an intruder.

"doing so good for me," he grasped your waist a bit tighter so he could help you rise and fall on his cock. "fuck, it's so good."

"d-doctor, i-" you stuttered, the persona nearly entirely gone and nowhere to be seen as he continued to move you up and down.

when you learn forward, your face hovering over spencer's chest, he took the opportunity to wrap his arms entirely around your waist. before you knew it, he was slamming his length into your pussy over and over and over and over again.

"oh! oh my god," you moaned, your voice reaching a higher octave as he drilled into your body in the most pleasurable way imaginable. "don't stop! don't stop! ple-please!" you screamed out, your hands wrapping around his torso and squeezing his body to ensure that he was there - present.

"i won't, princess. just let go. let go for me," he pressed a kiss to the top of your head so sweetly in contrast to how he was fucking you.

"i'm cumming! oh god, i'm cumming, spencer!" you cried out as you released the tension from inside of you.

only spencer wasn't done yet, so he took himself out of you, and he placed you on your back before reentering you. he moved in and out of you at a godly pace, trying to get himself to his climax before you would become too overwhelmed from the overstimulation.

"spen- spencer," you scratched at his back, surely leaving red marks for him to ogle once you were through. "i-i'm close," you sucked lightly at his earlobe before he moved his hand between the two of you, circling the little bundle of nerves at your crest.

"my little insatiable bunny, huh?" he smiled as you whimpered into his ear, nearing your second release. "loves my cock a bit too much, huh?"

"please! fuck!" you shouted out as you came on his dick, pulling at his hair. the clenching and fluttering of your pussy finally sending him over the edge, his hot release flooding your insides.

"fuck," he groaned into your ear as he carried the two of you through your releases. "good job, princess," he pressed a kiss to your neck as you stroked his hair, playing with it as you were still coming down.

"i'm sorry," you frowned once he pulled out, finally making eye contact as he lay down beside you.

"what for?" he asked incredulously.

"i just... i wanted to make you proud and i couldn't even finish without your help," you explained in a whiney manner, not allowing yourself to meet his beautiful eyes.

"hey," he grasped your chin to force you to make eye contact. "i love it when i have to help you reach that high. that's not something to be embarrassed or upset about."

"i know but i wanted to ride you and i couldn't even do that," you rolled your eyes.

"it takes time to get used to doing that," he chuckled. "and besides, riding someone on the bed is never a good way to begin. the couch is always better - that way you have the back of it to hold onto."

"really? so it's not that i'm just terrible at being a top?" your eyes widened with hope, he smiled at your eagerness.

"i think you could be a switch but it needs a bit of work, my love," he brushed your hair behind your ear before seeing your disappointed gaze and adding, "but i'll bet that with enough practice i could start calling you my little bunny, yea?"

"really?" you perked up at the proposition. "i want you to call me that."

"well then, i guess we better start practicing," he grinned before leaning in and giving you a sloppy kiss, his hands flying to your waist as he stood the both of you up to go to the couch.

needless to say, with spencer's guidance you were able to master the art of riding him. and you got that special little nickname, too.

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[dancingazaleas]

zeke yeager | pta meeting

i literally don’t know how to shut up about him

also this is all because i saw a drabble of dilf!zeke and it’s been on my mind nonstop

warnings/notes: dilf!zeke, fem!reader, cursing, eventual smut, zeke is a divorced/widowed dad(at 33), reader is 21, cursing, zeke has a mean daughter and a sweet daughter, breeding kink, overstimulation, brief choking, slight degradation, shit one shot i’m sorry

you swear to the lord that zeke’s 11 year old daughter is a menace to society.

she’s brutally honest, just like zeke, and mean. she’s oddly mature for her age, and you think it might have something to do with her late mother. she looks almost nothing like zeke, but she certainly inherited her personality from him. she’s got curly dark brown hair that ends at her armpits and zeke’s grey eyes. she has a button nose along with rosy cheeks, something else she inherited from her mother.

“y’know my daddy only dates you cause you take care of me and aloisia,” isolde says to you as she slips on her school shoes.

you feel your eye twitch as you turn to zeke’s other daughter, aloisia, who’s seven and looks exactly like zeke. she’s got his nose, his hair color, and even eye shape. she’s got hazel eyes and a slim face. she’s as bubbly as they come, always greeting people she passes by on the street, always making friends at the park.

“i’m ready,” she holds up her small hand to you, a silent request for you to hold her hand.

“same,” isolde stands up after she swings her back pack onto her back, brushing off the nonexistent dirt on her navy blue skirt.

“zeke, the girls are ready!!” you shout out, taking aloisia into your arms.

zeke comes stumbling out of his bedroom, a white sleep shirt covering his torso and grey sweatpants.

“you’re going in that,” you raise an eyebrow at his attire, “we’re going to a parent-teacher meeting, not the gym.”

“yeah daddy, my teachers are gonna think you’re a bum or something,” isolde snickers.

“i’ll help your dad, go watch tv for a little bit longer,” you chuckle at zeke’s pout and put down aloisia, who runs to the couch.

isolde takes off her backpack and joins her sister on the couch, putting her feet on the coffee table as aloisia puts on avatar: the last airbender.

“i thought the dress code was casual,” zeke furrows his brows as you take his hand and lead him back into his bedroom.

“it is. sweatpants are not casual, they’re lounge wear,” you snicker as he flops onto the bed while you close the door and go into the closet.

you know zeke’s rolling his eyes at you, judging from his silence. you grab ahold of a white button up with light grey vertical stripes on it, trying to picture your boyfriend in the shirt. you shake your head and put it back on the rack, deciding that the default outfit would be best for now. you take a white button up off the hanger and grab a pair of black dress pants from his dresser. you hand him a pair of black loafers to go along with it and some long black socks that would cover up his ankles, you’re so glad you reminded him that they exist. you throw a black belt next to him as well.

“this is boring.”

“zeke, this is a pta meeting, the whole thing will be boring,” you watch him rid himself of his shirt.

“should i wear a tie?”

“no, you’ll look better with one button undone,” you smile as he struggles to balance correctly when he puts on his pants.

he tucks the shirt inside his pants and slips on the belt with ease. he unbuttons a button before he slips on his socks.

“i thought today was my day off,” he smirks at you while you roll up his cuffs a bit.

you roll your eyes and he slips on his shoes. he doesn’t need to do his hair, it’s just effortlessly neat.

“time to go,” you scurry to the front door with the girls following behind you.

“he doesn’t look homeless anymore,” isolde notes when zeke follows you all out of the door.

“not funny,” he huffs while he locks the door behind him and the girls get into the black SUV zeke drives.

you help aloisia buckle herself up in the car seat and then slip into the passenger’s seat next to zeke. he’s grumbling something about ‘uncle eren’ and ‘getting the girls’ as he turns the car on.

————

you try to ignore the women ogling zeke as you all walk down the school hallway. you send isolde off to her class since her meeting is after aloisia’s.

“i hope you’ve been good,” you say to aloisia, who’s holding both your’s and zeke’s hands.

“i have! ms greene says i’m one of the best,” she gloats, and you hope for zeke’s sake that ms greene isn’t bluffing.

you three walk into the second grade classroom, which is empty because you reserved the appointment, only to find the teacher isn’t in there. it only seems to make aloisia more excited as she tugs you and zeke towards the class wall with a bunch of pictures of it.

“look, look!!” she jumps as she points at her’s, “they said to draw our family and she said i did a good job!!”

the picture is a messily drawn family portrait of zeke, isolde, and aloisia.

“you drew (name) very pretty,” zeke smiles at you when you snap your head back to look at the picture in closer detail.

there you are, stick figure holding hands with zeke’s and aloisia with isolde on zeke’s other side. you never expected to be on aloisia’s family portrait, you’d barely been in her life for two years and weren’t exactly motherly. you’re a struggling college student that she occasionally sees crying at the kitchen table with zeke comforting you from behind. she, on very rare occasions, sees you come home, absolutely plastered, with a sober zeke leading you to his room. you’re the woman that wakes her up when you cry on the couch late at night. you were, admittedly, okay with not being seen as their mom.

it wasn’t your place, for so many reasons. one, you didn’t exactly act as a role model. two, you could never replace her mother and would never try. three, zeke never referred to you as such. you’d only ever act like their mother whenever you were in certain situations. but that didn’t mean you didn’t want them to see you as a maternal figure.

it made you want to cry, but luckily you didn’t. you just smile at the picture and pat aloisia’s head in approval.

“you did do a very good job,” you smile down at her and before you can give her a hug, you notice a woman walking into the room.

“oh, you must be zeke yeager, aloisia’s dad! i’m ms greene,” her face flushes while she holds out her hand for him to shake.

“yea, that’s me. it’s nice to meet you,” he shakes her hand.

she turns to you, “oh my goodness, i didn’t know aloisia and isolde had an older sister!”

“no, she’s my girlfriend of two years,” zeke chuckles uncomfortably.

“i’m (name), nice to meet you,” you wave your hand, “i’m just here to keep an eye on aloisia while you two talk.”

zeke and her go to a table in the corner of the room and aloisia drags you towards a bookshelf.

thirty minutes of aloisia rambling about her favorite book go by seemingly quick, and you watch as she cheers when her classmates walk into the room. zeke’s walking towards you, holding a thumbs up with a cocky smile, for whatever reason.

you kiss aloisia goodbye, who doesn’t seem too fazed, and head towards isolde’s classroom. you hold hands with zeke while swinging them back and forth while he repeats everything the teacher’s said to him.

“i can’t believe my little girl’s at a third grade reading level,” he exclaims, “that vocabulary studying did wonders!!”

“you should thank me since i was the one who studied with her cause she asked about my assignments for class,” you taunt and laugh when zeke pulls you closer by the shoulder.

that’s how the two of you walk into isolde’s classroom. she’s sitting at a table with her teacher, miss dunst, and fidgeting with her thumbs anxiously. she’s covering half of her face with her hair. with the one eye you can see it looks puffy and her cheeks are red, as if she’d been crying.

it has both you and zeke rushing to sit down on both side of her, zeke asking miss dunst what happened while you tend to isolde.

“hey, why are you crying,” you’re squatting by her chair and you reach to brush the hair out of her face.

when you see her other eye, you gasp out at the black eye starting to form on her eye.

“oh my god, zeke, look at her face!!”

“that is what i wanted to speak about with you. isolde has been getting bullied by some of her classmates. today, a little girl hit her after isolde defended herself while they argued,” the poor woman looks sad watching you and zeke check isolde for more wounds.

“why has she been bullied? she’s not mentioned this to me or (name),” zeke asks while examining her eye more closely.

“well, during the first day of school, isolde introduced herself and told the class about her family. she mentioned you, mr yeager, and her sister. the kids asked about her mother before i could stop them and she was honest with them and said that she had passed. she then said that she still, in a way, had a mother. your girlfriend, mr yeager.

“i asked her occupation, to which isolde said a college student. the kids got loud but i managed to quiet them down, and i thought it was the end of that. after that, her classmates started to pick on her verbally about your age gap and her late mother. i didn’t find out about it until this morning when isolde was hit,” miss dunst frowns as she explains.

before zeke could open his mouth, you speak up, “i’m the girlfriend, (name). i am hoping that these children will be punished accordingly and that their parents be notified. if this has really been going on all year like you say, then at this point their parents should be involved.”

“of course! i’m giving all of their parents a call after classes today. the little girl who hit her is sitting down with the principal right now, so she should be safe if you two would like her to stay at school.”

“give us a moment,” you smile kindly, which she returns, and walks to her desk to give you ‘privacy’.

“isolde, why didn’t you tell your daddy or i about what was going on,” you ask while she hugs zeke.

she peeks her head out of his chest, “didn’t want to seem weak.”

“why would you be worried about that,” zeke asks.

“after mom died, you were always so sad and stressed. i thought that if i was strong, you would be happier,” she explains shakily.

“isolde, look at me,” you put a hand on her knee, “you were six years old when your mommy died. six year olds shouldn’t know how to accurately take care of themselves, it’s why your daddy was there. i’m sure your daddy appreciated the effort, but i promise you that all he wanted you to be was his happy little girl. you don’t need to be strong at 11 years old, and you don’t need to be strong all the time. like you said, your daddy was sad when your mom died. it didn’t make him weak, it made him a person. and that’s what you are; a person. a little person.”

she sniffles and nods at you, “people can’t do everything by themselves. i’m sorry if we made it feel like you couldn’t tell us, and it’s totally understandable that you felt that way.”

zeke hums in agreement, “we love you, baby. so much.”

“love you too,” she mumbles with a small smile.

“do you want to stay at school,” zeke asks, he didn’t want to force her into a situation where she didn’t want to be.

“i have a math test later, don’t wanna miss it,” she sighs, now looking up at you.

“(name)...?”

you tilt your head while you wait for her answer.

“i’m sorry i’ve been so mean to you. everyone was making fun of me and called it weird, so i guess i wanted to believe that too,” your heart warms whenever she looks away shyly.

great, now zeke’s horny from seeing you act motherly.

————

ever since you and zeke had stepped off school campus, one of his hands was always touching you. it didn’t matter where, zeke was shameless.

even as you unlock the door to the his house, he has his chest pressed against your back and his arms wrapped around your waist. his lips are kissing softly at your neck and his hands are shamelessly groping at your boobs.

“zeke, what is up with you,” you laugh whenever you open the door, kicking off your shoes immediately.

“horny,” he admits, swiftly following after you and locking the door behind himself.

“what about this morning made you horny,” you ask shyly while you sit on the couch.

zeke’s buttons are halfway undone and his belt is somewhere on the floor. he squeezes in behind you, once again pressing his chest against your back.

“acting maternal, i guess,” his beard tickles the back of your neck as he kisses it.

“is this why you told isolde it was okay if she wanted to stay at school,” you snicker at his fingers pulling your shirt over your head.

“why else,” he scoffs, “my only day off in a while and i’m horny. sounds like a deal.”

you whimper whenever he starts biting at your neck and when his large hands slip under your bra.

“zeke, if we’re gonna do it on the couch, can i at least lay on my back,” you ask while zeke unclips your bra.

without a word, he’s thrown you onto the couch on your back and climbing on top of you seconds later. your hands quickly unbutton the rest of his shirt, pushing it halfway off of his body.

zeke throws the shirt onto the floor and kisses you, hands running up and down your torso. he pulls away to kiss and suck at your neck while his hands grope at your tits. you’re stuck between laughing and moaning at zeke’s beard dragging against your neck.

his mouth trails down to your tits, mouth attaching to your left tit while he continues to grope your right one. you let out a moan whenever he tweaks your nipple with his right hand and bites softly at your left nipple.

he pulls away from your chest, tugging off your pants and panties in frustration. it leaves you laughing and assisting him. whenever your pants do come off, he throws them to the ground and spreads your legs.

“zeke, they’re not opening too far, we’re on a couch,” you note, but soon stand corrected as zeke grabs your ankle and puts it on the back of the couch.

“nevermind,” you snicker at his cocky smirk, as if he’d done something amazing.

your other leg hangs off the couch, leaving you spread open for zeke. zeke spreads open your glistening folds with thumbs and gives a mindful lick up to your clit. after realizing that his beard is not rubbing against you uncomfortably, he dives in like it’s a pool, which he thinks it is because of how wet you are.

his mouth his sucking on your clit vigorously, as if he were a man starved. you’re moaning wantonly as he suddenly ups the speed. how did he even go that fast, you have no clue, but either way you enjoy it. your back in arching off of the couch and your toes are curling as zeke starts bringing you closer to an orgasm.

“zeke!! i’m... i’m gonna come,” you tug at his hair as your legs start to convulse and close around his head.

he only goes faster, and you wonder to yourself if zeke is powered by batteries or something. but the thought is quickly shut off whenever you finally orgasm, moaning out in ecstasy and throwing your head back against the couch cushions.

zeke slows down his pace, helping you ride through your orgasm. he pulls away whenever you’ve calmed down, fingers immediately pressing at your tight entrance.

“zeke... i-i’m too sensitive,” your complaint goes ignored as two of zeke’s fingers are suddenly inside of you.

“don’t care, deal with it,” he huffs as his fingers stretch you out.

with his other hand, his thumb is rubbing at your puffy clit at the same time of his fingers curling inside of you. your hips buck up with a mewl and zeke chuckles at the sight. unlike last time, he’s moving his tantalizingly slow.

his fingers curl once more, rubbing against the spongy part inside of you sweetly. you buck your hips up again at the contact and curl your toes whenever zeke starts abusing that spot with overwhelming speed. curling his fingers against the spot each time he pistons his fingers in and out of you.

“zeke!!” you come again while moaning his name and he can feel his cock twitch in his pants.

zeke chuckles when he pulls his fingers out, spreading them apart to watch your juices stick together in strings. he plops the fingers in his own mouth, rubbing his other hand up and down your quivering thigh as he pulls away from your sloppy cunt.

he pulls his fingers out of his mouth with an obnoxious ‘pop’ and pulls off his pants and boxers at the same time. he groans at his cock hitting against his lower stomach.

you stare at zeke’s cock. the tip is flushed with a bashful pink and his hair is trimmed nicely against his groin. he’s more girth than he is length, a whopping 6.5 inches, which is something he absolutely gets arrogant about.

“hurry,” you huff while watching zeke fist his cock.

“nah, you gotta beg for it, baby,” the corner of his mouth tugs upwards as he watches you wipe away your tears from the previous orgasm.

“zeke,” you whine and wiggle your hips, “please please please give me your cock. need it so bad.”

he hums thoughtfully, and it already gives you his answer.

“please... i want it so bad, need to be fucked by you,” you pout but perk up at his dismissive shrugging.

“since you want it so bad,” he’s laughing while he puts his right hand on your pelvis and his other on his shaft to enter you.

you gasp at the feeling of him pushing inside of you, grabbing for his, now, free hand. when you catch his hand, you guide it to your bruised neck for him to grasp on. he’s chuckling once again, fingers lightly squeezing against your throat as he continues to push himself in.

he groans whenever he bottoms out, letting go of your neck to grab at your plush thighs. he pushes the towards your chest and thrusts into you shallowly after he spits on his cock buried in your pussy. he hits you deeper than he would’ve before, that much is obvious by your moans raising octaves when he starts to thrust roughly.

your hands reach up to grab the back of his thighs to pull him closer to you than before. he’s groaning at the feeling of your pussy squeezing onto him each time he pulls out and thrusts back into you.

“fuck... zeke!!” you cry and throat your head back.

“fuck,” he grunts, “you’re so fuckin’ tight. even after how much i fuck this pretty little cunt each week.”

his words make you whimper and squeeze your grip on his thighs, making crescent moons into the skin.

“i’m gonna come... i’m gonna come again,” you pant out, back already starting to arch, “come with me please..!”

he speeds up his thrusts, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass getting increasingly louder as he does so.

“you wanna come with me so badly,” he asks tauntingly while you nod.

“god, zeke, please,” you try to ignore the saliva and tears on your face as you continue to scream out for zeke.

“i’ll give my sweet girl my cum since she asked so nicely,” he’s biting his lip whenever he feels his orgasm getting closer.

“yes! yes! please,” you sound so desperate as your orgasm gets closer, “zeke, please, fuck a baby into me, please..!”

zeke almost comes right then at your pleas, but ends up stilling and adjusting his stance to thrust into you more efficiently. the sudden stop makes you whine but it’s soon interrupted with a gasp as he jackhammers into you harder and faster than before.

“fuckin’ whore, wanting me to fuck a baby into you. to make you a mom. since you asked so nicely, i’ll oblige,” he berates.

“you me to fuck a baby into you? make you a mom?” it has you nodding frantically.

zeke continues to degrade you as you’re orgasm comes rushing towards you, fingers now clawing at his thighs as a signal.

zeke thrusts into you two more times before the two of you manage to orgasm simultaneously. his jackhammering slows into a grind, helping the two of you ride out the euphoria you’ve both just went through.

you whimper whenever he pulls out, uncomfortable at the sudden emptiness in you. he watches his cum start to dribble out of you, telling you to keep your legs up. he scurries off to find a paper towel or something to wipe it up with before it falls onto the couch. you shiver whenever you feel a wet cloth wipe away the dribbling cum.

he’s wiping down your chest and neck as well with a clean side of it after you put your legs down. he carries you off into his bathroom, sitting you on the counter while he readies the shower.

“i can’t believe you said that,” he raises a questioning eyebrow at you while he checks the water’s temperature.

“i wouldn’t mind having your kid,” you shrug and watch him put two towels on the counter next to you.

“i might just give you one, don’t say that,” he jokes as he starts to hug you.

“‘m okay with that,” you sigh and lean into his touch, enjoying his warmth.

“you’re stupid,” he snorts and kisses at your shoulder.

“only for you,” you snuggle your head into his neck with a giggle.

“i love you,” he sighs.

“i love you. enough to have your kids.”

maybe in a few hours when you weren’t bathing in the afterglow, zeke would bring it up to you.

[shotorozu]

fem!reader who’s usually introverted and reserved, being an affectionate drunk

like she’ll want to give kisses to everyone but particularly katsuki/denki/shinsou (sep)

WARM HUGS!!!!!!!!!!! and more that you’d like to add <333

introverted reader being an affectionate drunk

character(s) : bakugou katsuki, kaminari denki, shinsou hitoshi

legend : [Y/N = your name] aged up because you need to be 21 to drink, f! reader at the request of anon, quirk not mentioned

note(s) : i’m sorry if i don’t write denki properly 🧎 but i tried my best here. anyways— i’ll be editing the ENTIRE blog, and i might even change up the theme. i just want to organize the blog :))

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bakugou katsuki

he likes that you’re not too affectionate, well.. with pda anyway. you guys only hold hands in public

and even in private, you’re pretty tamed too

so when former class 1-A take their first drink of alcohol, celebrating their one year anniversary in the hero industry.

bakugou doesn’t really drink, because hello?? someone needs to be sober and take you home. it’s not safe to be at bars alone

he’s kinda shocked to see that when you’re intoxicated, your entire personality takes a 180

though yeah— bakugou isn’t visibly shocked when he sees you drunk

but he is surprised when he sees you starting to cling on him, in public??

yeah. you guys have been together since your second year in highschool. but that doesn’t mean he’s actually seen you like this

he’s groaning from this sudden action, gripping on your shoulders and shaking you— asking you to “get the hell off of him” but your response is to lean further into him NANDJW

katsuki’s very contradictory though, so don’t be mislead by his harsh words that easily.

while his nature is just being brass, and harsh— katsuki bringing you closer to him, enjoying the sudden affection you’re showering him in

his face only bloomed with red when you started peppering kisses on his forearm, but he decides to act smug about it until

“yeah, they’re affectionate. so what, extras?” he says that with a smirk, but his cheeks are crimson

but then you start cuddling onto yaoyorozu, rubbing your cheek against her shoulder, and he’s just there like 🧍‍♂️

that’s when he decides to take you home, because only HE can get your affection >:T

and he’s left surprised when you start kissing him

but he kisses back anyways, despite the strong alcohol in your mouth

“damn Y/N, didn’t know this side of you existed. it’s a good thing i fucking love you”

he doesn’t do anything though. he loves your affection, but he knows you’re just like this when you’re drunk

and he rather get your kisses when you’re sober anyway so 🗿

he makes sure to take off any makeup on your face with a cleansing pad (if you’re wearing any) and dress you in proper sleeping wear.

oh and he’s definitely gonna yell at you the next day, saying things like “you didn’t tell me you were like that when you’re drunk, shitty woman.”

and you’re just like ❓ not remembering anything at all.

kaminari denki

he’s over the moon

he was kinda down at first when he found out you weren’t so affectionate in public

but he gets it because not everyone has physical touch as their love language

so you guys just stick with quick touches and kisses (which is totally better than nothing.)

so you guys are drinking casually on a friday night with the bakusqud,

and you guys are talking— denki’s making you laugh, you and mina are just talking while you guys take in some beer

but then you start to get a little tipsy, which kinda lead you to do the funniest things he’s ever seen

and kaminari’s like “🤠 something to tease Y/N for!”

but he’s immediately silenced when you throw your head down on his lap— giggling as you hold onto his hand

kaminari’s like :00 but he’s also like.. omg.

we’re in public?? this is public affection

he takes this moment to accept the touch, as he’s drunk himself. but he never actually brings it to the next step because he wants you to be aware of your actions

and he doesn’t wanna take advantage of you! he may be drunk but he’s still conscious of himself

so yeah— he’s very surprised though because you’re usually collected with physical affection.

but ugh! mina and the others are teasing him about your sudden change of demeanor, and denki’s like..

“yeah! i didn’t know this side of Y/N existed!” denki says, his hand massaging your temple

but you start chasing after everyone in the bakusquad, starting with mina

and denki’s like “woah there :0” and bakugou’s just begging him to take you home

eventually he does take you home, but he’s kinda laughing his ass off because of the things you’re saying— it’s so different.

he does your skincare, because you’re nearly blacked out. and he can only laugh at your intoxicated reactions

and when you guys are finally relaxing on the bed, he’s cupping your cheeks— wondering the next time he’ll see that side

oh, and he’ll definitely teased you the day after— WITH VIDEO EVIDENCE!

shinsou hitoshi

you and hitoshi prefer staying at home more than going to bars every single weekend

but you were a little agitated from the excessive amount of hero work— so mina invited you to go out and get drinks with your friends!

and you think “hm.. why not. it might make me feel less pissy.” and you decide to go with them for drinks also.. don’t drink too much— especially when it’s a coping mechanism

hitoshi accompanies you because he wants to still be with you, and he ends up going for drinks with the rest

hitoshi drinks a bit, but i headcanon his alcohol tolerance to be VERY high. so even with 4 shots, he’s still very much sober.

so he doesn’t get drunk, not even the slightest bit of tipsy.

and he looks over at you, and he sees that you’re staring to become drunk.

so he slides over to you, asking you if you’re okay, as the good boyfriend he is.

your response was to wrap your arms around his shoulders, burying your face into his arm— hiccuping

hitoshi’s surprised at first. the usually introverted Y/N that steers away from public display of affection

is clinging onto him

he’s fine with the fact that you’re not very big on a lot of physical affection, since he’s not very into a lot of pda too

so you guys just stick to holding hands and resting a hand on your back. but HUGS?? LIKE THIS?? he’s ascending

he immediately regains his composure, grinning and admiring you that signature smile of his— holding onto you with one hand

denki’s just on the sidelines like 👁👁 “they’re hugging!” and he’s just so proud

but he gets concerned for you eventually, since you start wandering around— latching onto midoriya

midoriya’s literally red. but he’s also really apologetic, and shinsou can’t even be mad because you’re literally drunk to the point you don’t know where you’re going.

so shinsou takes you away, walking over to get a cup of water— and handing it to you, rubbing your back as he urges you to drink some water

“i know you’re agitated, kitten. but you had too much to drink.” he tells you calmly— as he assists you with walking, holding your hand as you guys walk home

he takes off your makeup (again, if you’re wearing any) and he finds himself admiring you when you cling onto him like a cute little kitten

then, he plops you on the bed, throwing the covers over you— whispering the sweetest things in your ear

“sleep well, Y/N.”

before he could walk away, you call after him— you sit up as your hand grips on his wrist. “toshiii.”

“what is it?”

“please kiss me.”

can he reject your request? no.

he walks over to you and kisses you, his hand resting on your nape— and he feels exhilrated from the sensation

but he pulls back, “you smell like alcohol still.” he teases

you frown, and go under the covers “good night.” hitoshi can only chuckle by this action.

but he sneaks into bed with you, spooning you— as he luls you to sleep

(he doesn’t go to sleep though, because he’s using this time to be thankful for having the privilege to date you.)

no shinsou, we’re lucky to date you

»»————-　♡　————-««

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[markleesthighs]

dangerous woman

pairing: idol!mark x richceo!y/n (fem)

genre: strangers to lovers!au, fluff, suggestive to smut

song: dangerous woman by SuperM (Mark’s pov) or Ariana Grande (y/n’s pov)

a/n: mark’s birthday special! Mentions of drinking, rich partying, some dom!y/n and sub!mark (suggestive and smut), also some mommy!kink (please be safe!!)

SuperM was in the US again, for another round of their concerts across the nation. You were a backer behind SuperM, loving their music and overall aesthetic. You’ve never met them since you deposited your money overseas but it would be a simple hello and thank you from them via a card and that would be it. You heard from someone that Mark’s birthday was coming up, and you wanted to give SuperM a proper place to celebrate his birthday. You decided to let SuperM stay and party at one of your mansions for the weekend. Luckily they weren’t performing the day of or day after Mark’s birthday, so it was a perfect opportunity.

You reached out to their managing staff and since you were one of the top backers for them, they humbly agreed. You arranged transportation, food, decorations, drinks, and everything the boys needed for their party celebration. You arrived at their hotel in style in your white Lamborghini, accompanied by your body guards who were driving other patrolling cars, ensuring your safety. One of them opened the door of the car for you and holding your hand. You were dressed in a black Armani pantsuit, black Louboutin heels, a black Louis Vuitton clutch, and Prada sunglasses. You were a showstopper, getting honks from cars in the streets to poor bellhop looking at you in fear. 

You entered the hotel to find the manager of the hotel to greet you. 

“Miss y/n.” The manager spoke as she bowed.

“Hello.”

“They are on the 45th floor in the penthouse suite.”

“Thank you.”

You and your bodyguards promptly went to the elevator up to the 45th floor and walked to their suite. You ringed the doorbell and knocked on the door twice. You heard a manger franticly curse in Korean before opening the door to greet you. You and your bodyguards bowed as you greeted him in Korean, asking him where SuperM was and if they were ready to depart. He apologized saying they were still packing but that you could still come inside. Their manager was yelling in Korean about how you had arrived and they had to hurry up. You walked inside and your bodyguards helped you remove your shoes as you walked into the living room area. 

You removed your sunglasses as you analyzed the room. It wasn’t super messy, just a few snacks and drinks all over the place. You picked up an empty Shin ramen cup, you smiled, these were always yummy to eat after a flight. You wondered if there was any Shin ramen laying around so you got up and found some packs in the kitchen. A member smelled the ramen and walked into the kitchen. 

“Hyung? Are you cooking ramen? Can I have-” 

He saw you and looked at you up and down. 

“Some. “

You turned to look at him, he looked so cute. His hair was still a mess, had his glasses on and a clean shaven face. 

“Wait...y-you’re...y/n! I-I’m so sorry for being informal! I-I’m M-mark from SuperM!” 

He bowed down all the way down on his knees apologizing dozens of times. You turned off the stove and walked over to him to lift his chin up. Mark smelled your Valentino Donna perfume and it was intoxicating to him. You smelled and looked amazing. Your eyes met Mark’s as he innocently gazed at you, you looked down at his lips and back up to his eyes. 

“I know who you are cutie.” You giggled. 

Mark got up after mumbling an “o-oh yeah, haha” and scratched the back of his neck. Mark kept staring at you, he had never seen anyone like you, you somehow looked like his ideal type, yet he’d never met you. Mark’s manager noticed him staring at you before he yelled at Mark to go back to his room and continue changing before he embarrasses himself in front of you. Mark apologized as he shyly left in his t shirt and pajama pants. You continued to make your ramen and ate some while you looked on your phone. You could hear the mumbling of the other members talk about you in Korean. 

“Hyung, she’s really pretty.”

“I know, I wonder how old she is.”

“You never ask a woman how old she is!”

“I would kill to date a woman like her.”

“She probably had a boyfriend or even a husband!”

You sat in the living room as each member walked out one by one greeting you and getting to know you. Mark was the last one to arrive and sheepishly apologized before joining his members in the living room. You noticed how almost all the members wore designer clothing (which you complemented them on) except Mark. He wore a simple t-shirt, jeans, baseball hat, and a Jansport backpack. You hadn’t seen one of those backpacks since elementary school. He looked simplistic yet cute, you liked it. 

“So, who’s the lucky birthday boy?” 

All the members turned and gestured to Mark pinching his cheeks and making goo goo noises towards Mark because he was the youngest of the group.

“Oh, so how old are you turning?”

“2-22 in America but 2-23 in Korean age.”

“Oh! I just turned 21 a couple months ago! How interesting. So I guess you’re my Oppa~”

Mark’s face instantly blushed looking away from you while everyone else laughed. You escorted and assigned the guys their cars and which bodyguard they’d be accompanied by. However, everyone was confused that Mark didn’t get assigned a car, which led to you announcing that Mark would be driving with you since he was the birthday boy. Everyone teased Mark with an “Ooh” or an “Ahh” and Kai blurted out in Korean “Don’t have too much fun!” as him, Ten, and Lucas left in their car. A bodyguard took Mark’s luggage and put it in one of the other cars while he gestured Mark to follow you. A bodyguard opened the car doors for you on the driver’s side and Mark on the passenger side. Mark stayed silent when you turned on the car as you prepared to leave. 

“Why so quiet birthday boy? Never been in a Lambo before?”

“Y-yeah, s-sorry that I’m being really awkward.”

“It’s alright, you ready to go?”

“Yeah!”

You and the other cars promptly left the hotel, you could see Mark’s shocked face hearing the engine and watching everyone in the streets look at you and Mark in the car. Mark looked shy and reserved keeping his hands in his lap and trying to not stare at you too much. At a stoplight you caught Mark staring at you so you turned to scare him a bit. 

“You like what you see baby?”

Mark’s ears turned red and he was panicking in the passenger seat. Mark enjoyed everything about you, your smell, look, and confidence. But you were a backer, a business partner, he shouldn’t be flirting with you. But you were so intoxicating and he wanted a little taste. Mark leaned closer to you almost brushing against your lips. 

“Maybe I do.”

Mark looked at you up and down which turned you on a bit. Mark bit his lip as you were about to kiss him, he turned away. 

“The light is green.”

“Fuck you.”

You pulled away and stepped on the gas making Mark fall back into his seat. He could see the annoyed look in your face. He liked it, it made you look cute. You sped your way to your mansion out of frustration and anger, no man has ever left you hanging like that. You stepped out of the car and slammed the door. Your bodyguards, Mark, and the other members had no time to catch up to you or ask you what was wrong. Mark now felt bad, he didn’t want to play with your heart, especially when he has only known you for three hours. Mark took his luggage as he shyly went inside with the other members. 

They were stunned by the mansion, it was shiny like a new toy to all the members. They began to hoot and holler running all over the place, looking at your giant pool, arcade room, and private spa and sauna. While they were running around wondering where they will choose to sleep, Mark wanted to find you. He kindly asked one of the body guards if they knew where your room was and they guided him into your room. 

Mark knocked on your door but there was no response so he slowly opened the door to find you no where in sight. He was confused yet shocked by the volume and luxury of your room. It was huge and simplistic yet it was also refined. Everything was perfectly clean he could smell your perfume all over your room mixed with the smell of your clean sheets. He heard some rummaging from another part of your room which was your closet. There was a crack in the door so Mark slowly approached to take a little peep to see how you were doing. 

He saw you looking around your giant Barbie-sized closet in your cute fuzzy bathrobe and bunny slippers. He noticed you pulling out a few party dresses before you settled on wearing a Versace dress with a pair of matching sandals to match. Mark watched you remove your robe to reveal your matching black lace undergarments and your almost naked body. Mark needed to look away but he couldn’t watching your hips, dips, curves and waist was making his mouth water. He watched as you put on your dress but struggled to zip it up all the way. 

Mark was about to knock on the door and pretend he wasn’t looking before you caught his adorable puppy eyes looking at you through the reflection in your full length three paneled mirror. He looked like a puppy waiting patiently for his owner to come out, you couldn’t help but pout. 

“You can come out Mark.”

Mark was in so much shock that he accidentally bumped into your door falling over onto the cold marble floor. He got up and brushed off himself and kept apologizing for creeping up on you. As you approached him his eyes kept looking down in shame. 

“I-I am s-so sorry! I didn’t mean to look but-”

“But what?” You walked closer to him taking your finger and lifting his chin up. 

“Y-you l-looked really nice.”

“Nice? Just nice?”

“Y-yeah..”

“You’re so cute. You should go get changed and go downstairs before your friends think you’ve gone missing.” You chuckled and tapped his nose. 

After that Mark promptly left your room to go downstairs to join his members in picking their rooms. Taeyong suggested that they check out the upstairs for other rooms, Mark found himself a room that was right next to yours. It was a pretty sizable room, simple decor with a full sized bathroom and walk in closet. Mark got dressed into an all black suit with a black undershirt. Mark styled his hair with a little gel. All the other SuperM members were yelling at Mark to come down to celebrate, ordering limitless amounts of chicken, beer, soju, and watermelon, Mark’s favorite meal. 

Mark walked out of his room to coincidentally see you also walk out of your room. You looked breathtaking, your hair, makeup, everything, everything was perfect. Mark gestured you to go downstairs first and watch you cascade down gracefully. As Mark walked down he could hear all his member’s screaming and clapping. They also invited some friends of Mark’s that were in the area to come help and celebrate. 

Music was blasting, drinks, food, and games were being tossed around everywhere. It was a fun night. You allowed the guys to have their fun, dance around drunk while singing karaoke or playing another round of street fighter. You liked this. You loved that SuperM gave you a taste of what it’s like to be a normal adult in their 20s, living and enjoying their life to the fullest. 

It made you ponder, you never wanted them to leave. They were a breath of fresh air, it gave you an excuse to take three vacation days from your busy schedule. It made you regret throwing yourself into a billion dollar business at 18. You just wanted to have fun, not sit and do paper work all day. But at the end of the day you felt it was worth it, because you would allow people and groups such as SuperM to thrive and bring some sort of happiness to others. 

As you were reflecting you pulled yourself outside onto the pool deck sitting in a lounge chair looking up at the clear sky, listening to your infinity pool brush water off the clear edge. Mark noticed you were alone so he took this opportunity to get to know you, before he considers pulling some real moves. 

“Hey, y/n? You alright?”

“Y-yeah! How’s the party?”

“It’s AMAZING, I can’t thank you enough for giving me a fun-filled and memorable birthday!”

“Of course.”

“Why are you outside, alone?”

“Just thinking.”

“About what?”

“What I’m going to do when you guys are gone.”

“Gone?” “Yeah I’d have to fly back to Milan soon for fashion week, I have a fittings, approvals, and adjustments of garments to do.”

“Oh.” Mark looked slightly sad. 

“I just wish you could have stayed longer with me.”

You glanced up at him. 

“Us! I mean- I mean us! SuperM! haha...”

Mark scratched the back of his neck again out of nervousness. You and Mark continued to talk about various things bonding over Full Metal Alchemist Brotherhood and Mark getting jealous that you met Justin Bieber once. You noticed the party was dying down so you decided to ask Mark if he wanted to talk to you somewhere more private. He agreed as you secretly dragged him up into your room, hoping his members didn’t see you. 

Mark’s ears felt hot, he felt himself getting excited. He stood near your bed as you closed and locked your door. You pushed Mark down on your bed crawling on top of him. Mark’s eyes were wide in shock and excitement he was waiting in anticipation before you got off of him. Mark frowned sitting up about to stand but before he could protest you started to punish him. 

“Sit.” Mark obediently sat. 

“Good boy” You spoke as you pet his hair.

“Now, because of that little stunt of a tease you did earlier in the car, no touching unless I say got it?” You seductively whispered into his ear.

Mark nodded.

“Good.”

You slowly zipped down your dress as you slowly removed one sleeve from the other. You slid your dress down with your arms down to your ankles giving Mark a clear view of your ass as you bent down. You kicked the dress to the side as you walked to sit on Mark’s lap. You could already feel him getting hard, 

“Aww, is my baby excited?”

“Y-yes.” Mark was about to wrap his arms around you but you stopped them. 

“Nuh-uh, no touching baby.”

Mark pouted.

“Good boys get rewards, are you a good boy?”

“Y-y-yes..”

“Yes who?”

“Yes...miss, y/n.”

You slapped Mark’s cheek. 

“That’s mommy to you. Again.”

“Y-yes, m-mommy.”

“Good, you’re learning. You should be rewarded.”

You shove Mark down onto his back kissing him, tasting soju and watermelon off his lips. Mark was following your rhythm, kissing you back full of passion and licking your tongue every now and then. You started to move down his neck, kissing and sucking on a soft spot. Quiet hissed and moans left Mark’s mouth as you slowly kept kissing down towards his shirt. You ripped open his shirt breaking off a few buttons. You removed his shirt and suit jacket and threw it across the room. 

“My baby is a little toned now isn’t he?”

Mark has a defined six pack which only turned you on more. You kissed down his chest while trailing your fingers down tracing his abs. You pulled down his suit pants tossing them to the side, leaving Mark in his black boxers. You could see his member outlined hardened inside. You palmed his member and Mark’s face shot up to look at you and met your eyes and let out a soft moan from his lips. You pulled down his boxers and saw his member hard, leaking with precum. 

“Baby I didn’t expect you do be so big. Mommy is so proud of you.”

“P-please...”

“Please who?”

“P-please m-mommy touch me.”

“As you wish baby.”

You played with is member pulling it up to watch it fall back and smack against his stomach. You reached into your side drawer and pulled out some lube, pouring some on top of his member before rubbing your hands against it. You could hear Mark cursing with his moans. You went faster and slower, picking up the pace to watch Mark go out of control with higher pitched moans. When Mark was about to climax you pulled your hand away and Mark whined. 

“This is what you get for teasing me in the car.”

“I-I’m sor-rry mommy! Just please!”

“Please what?”

“P-p-please let me cum!”

“Who are you talking to?”

“P-please let me cum mommy!”

As Mark spoke you picked up the pace immediately eventually sucking onto the tip of his member for added stimulation, it didn’t take long for Mark to climax into your mouth, which was a mouthful. You swallowed it and licked the rest off of his member. 

“Baby, you taste amazing.”

Mark was breathless, sweating, and seeing stars. He felt like he just did the hardest workout of his life. You climbed back on top of Mark to kiss him. 

“But...m-mommy?”

“Yes baby?”

“What about you? Shouldn’t you feel good too?”

“But it’s your birthday baby.”

“And I want to make you feel good, please. Let me make you feel good mommy~” 

The way Mark said mommy turned you on so much you wanted to go for a second round. He really knew how to rile you up. Plus, he looked adorable begging, so you gave him a free pass. 

“Alright, since it’s your birthday, you can make mommy feel good, show mommy what you’re made of baby. You are granted permission to touch me however you like baby.”

Mark immediately flipped you over and had you against your headboard with your pillows. He started to kissed you passionately while rubbing you all over your body. He would constantly ask if he was doing good and you would agree and tell him to keep going. Mark tried to remove your bra smoothly but was having some trouble. You kissed him and reassured him it was alright and removed the bra yourself. Mark kissed down your body and pulled down your underwear and he slowly pulled away your legs before licking against your wet cunt. 

“Mommy, you’re so wet...”

“All for you baby, keep going...”

Mark was surprisingly doing well making you feel really good, you were muffling your moans into your pillows before Mark finds your sweet spot which makes you jolt up to push his head down further with his hair. You were a moaning mess, Mark licked and sucked hard down on all the right places causing you to climax, almost crushing Mark’s face between your thighs. Mark smirked before kissing you, now tasting your sweet cunt in his mouth. 

“Can I put it in mommy?”

“Y-yes, please, put it in!”

Mark slowly entered you as you moaned out loud, Mark grabbed your face to look at him, he wanted to see your face. He slowly thrusted into you which felt painful at first but began to feel immense pleasure. Mark was also moaning harmoniously with you, kissing your forehead every couple of thrusts. 

“I-I’m close!”

“Me too!”

“Fuck!”

You both kissed each other as you both climaxed. Mark removed himself from you as he cuddled you into bed under your plush sheets.

“Happy birthday baby.”

[juniorgman187]

Be Forever Young (Reid Fluff Fic)

Summary: After Penelope’s resignation from the BAU, she attempts to set up her tech protégé, Reader, with Reader’s intellectual match yet much older counterpart - Dr. Spencer Reid. 

A/N: The POV switches between Reader and Spencer, just use context clues to detect who the narrator is.  Pairing: Fem!Reader x Spencer Reid Content Warning: 21 year age gap, headcannon proposal Playlist: Cloud 9 by Beach Bunny Word Count: 6.1k

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 

Prologue

Events like these weren’t exceedingly rare. They weren’t anything like Halley’s Comet, by any means, where it only happens once in your lifetime - if you’re lucky. But they weren’t exactly sunrises - something that you can count on occurring every day without fail. 

The best celestial phenomenon I could compare it to are blue moons. Rare enough to still have an element of surprise when they came, but not so rare that I should never expect them. 

These ‘blue moons’ are actually the events in which I meet an intellectual match. 

It’s not too often that I find a mind quite like mine, so you’ll forgive me for the reaction it elicits to watch them transcend the physical level and connect with me on the psychological one. There’s only been a handful of people who’ve ever had the exact standard of aptitude to be permissible into this metaphysical world with me, but now - there’s a handful and one. 

The newest addition to the list is her. 

_ _ _

Getting a word in edgewise when it comes to a conversation with Penelope Garcia is nearly impossible. Getting a word in edgewise when it comes to a conversation with Penelope Garcia about Dr. Spencer Reid is impossible. 

I couldn’t tell you when the first time she brought him up was, but I could probably tell you just how many times since then she’s mentioned him. 

A trillion. At least. 

For months on end, he was the only thing she would talk to me about. Morning, noon, and night. Every single day she’d gush about him with the same unrelenting zeal as she had the day before and the day before that. It was both scary and impressive how she never seemed to run out of good things to say about him. 

“You would just die for his apartment. It’s got this super chic dark academia thingy going on. You’d be really into that,” she would say. Or something to that effect. I was never really listening. 

Not that I wasn’t interested in learning about Dr. Reid - I was very interested in him.

As a superior. 

I first learned of him when he taught my Psych 101 class. Freshman year me was simply enthralled with him as a speaker, probably due to the charm of his awkward humor. I found it eerily relatable and touching, in a way. That was probably my favorite class, minus the assholes who made it less than enjoyable at times. (That’s a story for later).

The next interaction I had with him happened not even a year later when he came back after temporarily teaching to sit in on a philosophy class. Even though he was only auditing the lecture, whereas I was enrolled in the course, he ended up sitting in the seat right beside me. Had he not been gifted with an eidetic memory - a fact I found out during one of my obsessive research sessions - I doubt he would’ve even remembered sitting next to me.

Our shared field of work helped to bring us back together repeatedly throughout college. I would run into him at seminars, workshops, once even at a library where we were both looking for the same book. 

But for the most part, our relationship was parasocial. It largely consisted of me learning from him at a distance. I would use his brilliant research to support my own assignments, read the books he recommended, audit the classes he would teach. 

Rather than accurately interpreting my very limited, very professional connection to Dr. Reid, Penelope was deliberately using it as ammunition for her arsenal of reasons why I should consider dating him. 

“You guys are basically already friends, and nothing is cuter than the friends-to-lovers trope!” Now that she actually did say, and the only reason I remember it verbatim was it was so outrageous I couldn’t not remember it. 

And probably because she just said it to me right now. 

“We’re not friends! We’re ... acquaintances. Colleagues, if you will.” My attempts to gain distance from Penelope and this topic of conversation were crashing and burning. The more I tried to walk away from her, the faster she would chase me. It was inconceivable how she managed to do that and continue to pelt me with her perky persistence. 

“Even better! You know I’m no stranger to workplace romances.”

That I did. One Derek Morgan or one Luke Alvez ring a bell?

“Dr. Reid and I don’t work together,” I reminded her, if only to burst her bubble of insanity. 

“Exactly my point! If you two don’t work together, then there’s nothing keeping you apart.” 

I was stopped dead in my tracks, almost causing Penelope to trip since she was right on my heels. 

“Nothing? Really? Try 21 years.” 

That surely kept us apart. 

Our age gap was one of those glaring disparities Penelope couldn’t wave away with her magic wand. Frankly, it wasn’t an age gap so much as it was an age Grand Canyon. He was a whole person of legal drinking age older than me!

Hell - our age gap itself was older than me!

Maybe there weren’t any contracts or agreements or supervisors to keep us apart, but there was still one significant thing doing that. 

Time. Arguably the most important thing you needed to get right for a relationship to work. 

If there were any chance that he and I were good together, that was squandered by our divergence in age. 

Right person, wrong time ... but wrong time by more than two decades.

I could see the smallest fragment of hope wither away in Garcia’s eyes, and it actually hurt to have known that I caused that. Her voice was more solemn when she said, “You don’t have to date him, I just want you to go on a date. Get to know each other better. Who knows? You might finally graduate from colleagues to BFF’s.” 

Not that I was seriously considering the possibility of growing closer to Dr. Reid, but there was one question lingering in my mind.

“Does he even want to go on this date? Have you asked him how he feels about it?” 

Part of why I was wondering was on the off chance that she’d tell me he had the same objections towards this that I did, which would be good news for me since it would mark my reluctance as a sound judgment. If there was anyone whose opinion was worth something, it was his, right? After all, he was the provable genius in the same compromising position as me. 

“Trust me, he’s been dying to do this.” In spite of her preface to trust her, I didn’t. I couldn’t be sure if she was suggesting that he’d been dying to go on a date with me or if he’d been dying to go on a date in general.

No offense to him, but I guessed it was the latter, and if that was the case, he was only being a team player because she hadn’t told him it was me she was setting him up with. Already suspecting that I’d probe further to navigate through her vagueness, she cut in with one last Hail Mary. “One date! That’s all!”

Whether you believe me or not, 100% the only reason why I said what I said next was to put an end to this madness. “Fine. I’ll go.”

Maybe 99.99%.

_ _ _

I never knew how I could lose so much time. Sure, if anyone asked, I could probably account for everything I’d done in my day, second by second. But still, there was this cloudiness, a fog, inhabiting my brain, casting this haze on whatever else dwelled in my mind, too. 

I couldn’t focus on anything for more than 4 seconds at a time, and while that wasn’t incredibly concerning for the average human, it was disconcerting for me. 

What was going on? 

What is going on?

“What’s going on?” 

Suddenly, a hand began to wave in front of my face. “Yoo-hoo? Anybody in there?” JJ wondered aloud, causing me to realize it was her voice that asked the question from before. 

“Yeah, sorry,” I shook my head to regain some clarity, but that did me no good. My foggy brain still remained. It goes without saying my words were worth nothing as well. JJ saw right through me in a way that never failed to scare me shitless. I could never conjure up a lie good enough to follow that look she’d give me. So I settled for the truth. The question that cast the haziness in my brain to begin with. 

“What do you think about me dating again?” 

If I thought that first look was bad, then the one she was giving me now was something of a nightmare. At least with the first, I knew what she was thinking. With this one, I hadn’t a clue. 

To relieve us from some of the insufferable silence, I found myself speaking again in my defense. “Garcia mentioned something earlier about setting me up with someone and it got me thinking.”

Thinking about Max that is. 

Being my most recent girlfriend, it made sense why she was freshest in my mind. That being said, we’ve been broken up for 14 months, which in any other context would seem like more than enough time to start dating again, but therein lies the catch. 

We didn’t just break up. She said “no” when I asked her to marry me, which, if you ask me, is one hell of a way to break up.

So from that perspective, it obviously begs the question: is 14 months too fast to move on from something like that? 

JJ sharply inhaled. “Well, are you ready to start dating again?”

I still didn’t have an answer for that myself. “I don’t know. There isn’t exactly a rulebook on how long you have to wait until it’s socially acceptable-”

“Lemme stop you right there, Spence,” She placed her hand on top of mine. “You can’t just do whatever statistics or studies or science say is right all the time. You not only need to be more in tune with your own needs but accepting of them, too. Screw what anyone else has to say about you dating again - including Socrates, including Einstein, including Aristotle ... including me. Do whatever you think is acceptable by your standards - not society’s. Do what you wanna do and I’ll support that.”

There was something special about having JJ’s approval. It was like getting permission to be excited, something I didn’t know I needed or wanted. 

“I’m ready.”

Born ready, as Penelope herself would say.

_ _ _

I was starting to get suspicious that maybe I had an invisible string attached to me and on the other end of that string was Penelope. It was the only explanation as to how she managed to trail behind me at an isochronal pace. Perfectly equidistant, perfectly equal intervals of time. Must’ve been some form of magic that she was able to synchronize that connection for as long as she did as we pranced around the office, basically chasing me.

“Okay, I know the date isn’t until Saturday, but I really think we need to amp up your wardrobe choices ... like stat.”

Hearing that I was seeing my superior still didn’t settle well with me. I don’t think I could ever get used to the thought. 

I should’ve been offended at her suggestion to change my clothing taste as it implied my stylistic choices weren’t up to par, but a part of me, a very small part of me, knew she was right. And just because I wasn’t keen on the idea of going on a date with Spencer didn’t mean I didn’t want to look nice for him for it.

“I’m assuming you’ve got some ideas in mind,” I said in a teasing voice, knowing that’s precisely why she brought it up.

“See! You are a genius! Exactly why you and Spencer are meant to be together!” Her exclamation was just as loud as it was outlandish. 

“Alright, calm down sparky,” I shot a warning look. “It’s just one date - we’re not soulmates.” 

Then, talking in the quietest voice I didn’t think Penelope was capable of speaking with, she said, “Not yet.” 

I knew the minute I showed even the littlest bit of interest in Penelope’s fashion guidance, I’d end up draped in ruffles, sequins, glitter, tulle, rhinestones, or all of the above. Nothing again Penelope’s personal style - it’s just not mine. 

I was scared to ask, but I had to know. “So what were you thinking?” 

Before my very eyes, Penelope’s constantly-there smile transformed, something akin to the mischievous grin of the Cheshire Cat. “I was thinking …” 

In a Mary Poppins-esque fashion, Penelope produced a dress that in no feasible reality should have been able to fit within that little Hello Kitty side bag. 

I suppose it must’ve been absolutely backbreaking for Penelope to refrain from choosing a multicolor or at least pattern-riddled dress, so as compensation for the fact that it was only one singular color throughout, it had to be a bold one. 

Red. 

“Not too shabby, right?” Her eyebrows jumped on her forehead, knowing she’d made a good choice. 

And a part of me actually died saying this, but it was pretty perfect. 

_ _ _ 

My life didn’t flash before my eyes, per se, the moment I finally arrived at the delicatessen. It was more like a very specific, singular memory had flashed before my eyes. 

That story for later? This is the one. 

Psych 101 was my best class in Freshman year ... by a long shot. Come rain, wind, or snow, I was always excited to go. It was a standout course on its own, but not because it was terribly spectacular or the most fascinating subject in the world, but more so because of how it changed my own person. It challenged me, like all worthwhile things do. 

There were more judgmental meatheads - boys, if you will - than not, who would jump down my throat for being a smart ass or a teacher’s pet if I so much as answered one of Dr. Reid’s questions. Par for the course, really. 

As a result, I had a proclivity to avoid raising my hand. It wasn’t that I was hyper-fixated on managing my reputation, just that participating wasn’t worth the eventual harassment from my dimwitted classmates. 

Nonetheless, one day, I felt compelled to answer Dr. Reid when he asked what our thoughts were about the sampled, pretense manifesto.

No one else was jumping at the chance to speak, perhaps they were just as cowardly as I was, and it was clear that he was going to stand there waiting until someone finally would. The silence was painfully awkward for everyone and so I felt obligated, as a student who was actually enrolled in the class for credit and not just to audit like 90% of the other girls here, to break it.

Slowly, ever so slowly, my hand hesitantly inched up into the air until it floated just high enough above the student in front of me’s head. As soon as I knew he saw it, I let it plunge straight back down. 

“Yes, Ms. (y/l/n)?”

I could already feel the dirty looks and snide comments coming before I even said a word. 

“I know we’re all collectively referring to this unsub as a man, and while that might just be a general assumption or Freudian slip perhaps ... I think the language is steeped in betrayal and contempt. And it would be ignorant not to notice how it reads more like the wrath of a woman scorned than your typical jilted male lover.” 

“Lover?” Someone two rows back snickered quietly, clearly to mock my choice of words. I didn’t even have to look to know it was Brad who had said that. Nevertheless, Dr. Reid was impressed with my answer. His lips curved into the faintest smile as he nodded his head. If he had heard the commentary of one Brad Sterling, he made no visceral reaction to it.

With an extended hand, palm facing up, he gestured for me to, “Please. Stand up.”

I fumbled my way up and out of my seat to possibly delay the shit I’d get for this mere action.

“That, ladies and gentleman, is what it looks like to have courage,” He underlined his words with a grand flourish of his hand in my direction. “Putting yourself on the line even in the event you’ll be mocked and ridiculed or deemed wrong. That’s something you’ll need if you are seriously considering being part of the BAU, or the FBI at any capacity.”

My face was flushed from the acclaim he was showering me with. Suddenly, I was glad I volunteered. 

Taking me completely by surprise, Dr. Reid wasn’t done yet.

“So, Mr. Sterling,” He began, directly calling out the boy in the back who without a doubt made the remark. I wouldn’t have had any reason to believe he heard it since his attention never diverted away from me long enough to catch the comment, much less the culprit. I wonder if he’d heard all the times Brad made jokes at my expense. Was he finally at his wits end with the sarcasm? “Make fun all you want, but might I suggest that if you like a girl, you do the opposite of that.” 

His sickly sweet drawl was followed by a short wink at me as if to say ‘I have your back’, and I was lucky to have already been in the process of sitting back down because my knees would’ve given out underneath me from the sheer exhilaration of his praise. 

The thought never once crossed my mind that Brad was so fixated on me because he had a crush, but it all made sense once it did. And if I didn’t know any better, Dr. Reid only humiliated him and brought it up because the realization dawned on him, too.

Was it possible that Dr. Reid was ... jealous?

In the spirit of complete transparency, that suspicion may have lit the tiniest wildfire imaginable in my chest. A wildfire that, even now, has yet to extinguish. Perhaps that little flame is the 0.01% of the reason I said yes. I could only imagine what kind of omnipotence it would soon gain if this date went well. 

If he could light such an enduring kindle with simple praise, think about what would happen if he smiled at me. If he laughed at my jokes. If he held my hand. 

If he kissed me.  

Dr. Reid’s validation would be something I actively sought from all walks of life, I knew that much. What I didn’t know was how far that desire would take me.

I would have never guessed it would lead me here. 

Standing in front of a fancy restaurant in a pretty red dress with the tenuous hope that the professor inside might just like it so much that he’ll end up liking the girl wearing it, too.

_ _ _ 

No matter how many times I adjusted the bouquet of poppies, they sat perpetually crooked on the table. Much like the dark gray tie around my neck that tightened around my throat with every passing second. I had to keep messing with it to loosen the noose-like grip it had on me. Who knew if it actually was becoming more restricting or it was the flourishing bundle of nerves in my stomach that made it harder to breathe. 

I was never very good at lying in wait patiently. Especially if I was expecting something. Now that I was expecting someone? I could say with perfect clarity - I was not good at waiting. 

I don’t wanna seem the way I do 

Every time the door opened, my eyes flashed to it instantaneously. And every time it wasn’t her, a little part of me was disappointed. It was still too early to say for certain that she was standing me up, but my mind was doing what it did best. It wandered. There was nothing else to do after all. 

Except maybe adjust those blood orange poppies one more time.

I’d picked them out specifically because Penelope slipped in a not-so-subtle comment about her dress being “a perfect match to the color of papaverales” - her words exactly. I thought if she went through that much trouble to find a color coordinated plant and say the scientific name for me to decode, it was worth picking up a bouquet of them on the way. 

It was only the most ironic occurrence in the world that when I went to rearrange them one last time, I devoted my full attention to the action, missing the very moment I was on the lookout for the past hour and a half. 

I didn’t even see her until the red poppies camouflaged into the identically colored setting of her dress. 

Then there she was.

All the disappointment in the world was worth that first time I saw her with fresh eyes. 

I was dumbstruck for a moment, long enough that it warranted an apology for not standing up sooner. 

“(Y/n)! Hi!” I accidentally squealed. I couldn’t control myself, let alone control the pitch of my voice apparently. 

I could see, in her, youthful naivete where, in others, I saw their age. She paradoxically had not aged a minute, and yet a new womanhood was piercing through her ultimately adolescent appearance. 

“Hi, Dr. Reid,” She said through a laugh and a smile, shaking my hand politely and professionally. She was greeting me like I was still her professor and she’d just happen to run into me on an errand. Next, she’d be attempting small-talk for as long as it took for me to let her go. 

Unfortunately for her, I had no plans for that. 

But I’m confident when I’m with you 

“Please, it’s just Spencer,” I reminded her, hoping to break down that governing image of me she surely maintained. 

“Spencer,” She tried again; doing it more to be obedient to my instruction than to satisfy her own desire. It sounded so unnatural to her, just as it did to me. I found it adorable, actually. It seemed like she was breaking this unspoken, and very much illusionary rule to say my first name. “It’s nice to see you again,” She added after I pulled out her chair for her.

“Is it?” I asked when I rounded the table to get to my seat. “I get the feeling you’re a little disappointed.” The only reason I pointed it out was that it was true, not just that I’d observed the notion grow more poignant in her face for the past minute.

“Not at all,” She shook her head, which luckily for me, drew a line of congruence between her body language and verbal language. At least, she was being truthful. “It’s just that I’m sort of embarrassed.”

“Embarrassed?” I repeated in astonishment, unable to cultivate a list of reasons that would justify her feeling that way. I couldn’t think of a single thing I’d done to provoke that emotion, and it nearly broke me to consider her internal being substantiating it. 

“Embarrassed isn’t the right word, but I can’t find a more accurate one for what I’m feeling,” She shied away from my eyes when she lowered her head as she spoke. 

“You could try to explain it to me?” I offered gently. It took an overwhelming amount of self-restraint to not offer my hand with it. It would’ve been so easy to slide my hand across the threshold to enter her territory of the table, but who knows if doing so would just make her that much more uncomfortable. 

“Well for one thing, I don't really go on dates,” From this alone, I could already relate to her enough to laugh at the fact. “Don’t laugh at me! You know how dangerous first dates can be,” She swatted her hand in my direction to chastise me. 

“I do! I do! I think it’s really good that you’re protecting yourself to the point of avoiding dates,” I was teasing the implication that she wasn’t asked to go on very many, which was thankfully delivered well enough to make her laugh again. 

“Hey! Many people have wanted to go on dates with me, thank you very much. You included.” 

“Me included.” I nodded in approval. We sat in a short period of silence while we exchanged one soulful glance, borne from the insinuation of what I just said. 

“And for another ... I respect you too much as a figure of authority to see you in that way.” 

_ _ _ 

“In what way?” 

Rather than tossing me a lifeline, he was feeding me to the sharks. Forcing me to dive into the deep end. He wanted to see me struggle to stay afloat in the sea of his sticky toffee eyes. He knew I'd get suspended in them when he gave me that look. How much I’d be willing to get lost in them just so I could wander in the depths of his honeyed orbs for a little bit longer. 

That look ...

“You don’t find it weird?” This was the most honesty I could’ve demonstrated. 

“Find what weird?” For someone with such a high IQ, you’d think he’d be quicker on his feet. 

“This! You - me. On a date!” I gestured to the space between us. “You’re ... well frankly, Spencer, you’re old enough to be my father.” 

“Does that make you uncomfortable?” He genuinely cared about the answer.

“Only in theory. Not in actual life,” was the most precise response I could give.

“So what is making you uncomfortable?” Again, I could tell my answer mattered to him. 

“You were my professor once, and now I’m just supposed to go on a date with you and see you as my equal when I’ve spent the entire time I’ve known you, putting you on a pedestal? Do you know how much pressure that puts on me? To be perfect?”

“Who says you have to be perfect? Who says you’re aren’t already?” 

That one caught me off guard. I had to gulp down the lump of shock. 

“You think I’m perfect?” 

“That, or you’re pretty close to it.” 

Lately all I feel is bad and bruised

I could’ve smiled, I could’ve thanked him, I could’ve fallen at his feet and thrown my dignity down there along with it, but I just laughed. I laughed. 

“That’s ridiculous! You barely know me.” 

“You’re wrong,” He simply replied with a firm shake of his head and a cavalier sip at his drink. It showed just how confident he was in his answer. How cocky he was. 

“How am I wrong?” 

He cleared his throat as though he were preparing to deliver the world’s greatest speech. Then, he leaned forward, motioning with his fingers for me to do the same. 

“If I’m remembering correctly, which you know I am, you were the student who had the gall to raise your hand and correct me on my gender identification of the unsub, right?” 

The second the sentimental thought, ‘aww he remembered’, came into my head, it was soon followed by, of course, he did, idiot. Eidetic memory, remember?

Tired of tripping on my shoes

“What does that have to do with me being perfect? Or so you claim?”

He was piercing deep into my eyes now, his gaze overwhelming my senses and sending shockwaves akin to the feeling of butterflies everywhere … and I mean everywhere.

“Bravery is the audacity to be unhindered by failures, and to walk with freedom, strength, and hope, in the face of things unknown.” 

I recognized the quote as one of Morgan Harper Nichols, but the words went right to my chest like they were his own. 

That damn wildfire just got a whole lot bigger. 

“I’ve always thought about how if I could be unfazed by failure or even just the prospect of it, if I could just be strong enough or have enough hope to face what I couldn’t predict, I’d be set. I’d be golden,” He paused. “I’d be perfect ... but you? You, little one, have already got that figured out. So whether that means you’re perfect on your own because of your bravery or you're a perfect match for someone fainthearted like me, is up for you to decide. Whichever interpretation of being perfect you choose would be correct, but you should know - I meant both either way.”

But when he loves me I feel like I’m floating

When he calls me pretty, I feel like somebody

Even when we fade eventually to nothing

You will always be my favorite form of loving

“Do you want to get out of here?” He asked when he finally refound his voice. 

“Since the minute I walked in.” I replied after refinding mine. 

_ _ _ 

“You always take girls to your apartment on the first date, Doctor?” Asking this in the name of taking a jab at him was the most clever way I could think to conceal my underlying motive of trying to gauge how giddy I could let myself feel about the fact that he’d taken me to his ‘super chic dark academia’ themed residence - Penelope’s words, remember?

“Well, in my abundant dating history,” He sarcastically began, “I can’t say I ever have, no. You’d be the first.”

That shot another quick bolt of lightning to the wildfire in my heart that I’m ashamed to admit made the heat reinvigorate. The flame must’ve been too much for my chest to contain so it had to relocate to my face, where my cheeks were left to burn under his gaze and thanks to his admission. 

I was the first. 

He must’ve seen the glint localizing on my countenance and decided to speak on it. “Why does that amuse you?”

“I don’t know,” I dumbly but truthfully replied. He didn’t need any more information to get his answer, though. Because even if I didn’t know what amused me about being his first, I never denied that it did, and that was more than enough confirmation for him. 

“You promise to be here when I come back?” He wagged a cautionary finger at me like it might persuade me to stay and hold me accountable if I didn’t. 

Spencer needed to go into his room to collect an item that ‘shall not be named’ but was apparently essential for our super secret plans tonight (secret to even me) and he was leaving me in the living room while he did so. I guess being the initial girl he took home on a first date was okay, but being the initial girl he took into his bedroom on a first date was crossing a line. 

That was alright with me, though. I was in this for the long haul.

“I promise I pose no flight risk, Your Honor,” I taunted with a coy tone. “But I can’t promise I won’t snoop around some.” Hey, at least I was telling the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. 

“Snoop around all you want,” He laughed ruefully, demonstrating an openness I quite envied and admired. “You’ll probably learn a lot about me that way. And you won’t even have to talk to me to do that!” I knew he was only saying that out of self-deprecating tendencies he harbored, but I couldn’t help feeling that a small part of him actually believed that I wasn’t interested in talking to him.

“Spencer, you know I do like talking to you right?” I caught him just before he ran into his room. Already halfway in the door, I could still catch the megawatt smile on his face. 

“So stay then,” His smile grew impossibly bigger. “We can talk all you want when I get back.” 

The door closed, and then suddenly reopened to let just his face through, a face that said, ‘Don’t go anywhere.’

After a few minutes of loudly sorting through his room, I heard the sanctimonious cry of victory. “Found it!” 

I could hear the little pad of his feet and he happily trotted out of the room. “Ta-da! My stargazing kit.” He said it as though he were introducing the basket he was holding to me, and me to it. Like it was a real person he wanted me to know. I almost felt obliged to say, ‘Hi stargazing kit! It’s so nice to meet you. I’m (y/n)!’

“Let’s go,” He smiled, reaching for my hand. 

I unabashedly took it, because although it meant that I was truly leaving his apartment, I had a very strong feeling that I would be back here again one day. 

_ _ _ 

We were lying there on this big quilted comforter that was stashed away in that stargazing kit of his, staring up at the sky, drunk on the sound of our occasional fits of laughter. 

“It’s Earth Day, you know that?” I wondered aloud in a state of complete euphoria.

“I actually did,” He said through a sheepish laugh, almost as if he was admitting the knowledge of it against his own will to protect my fragility. 

From out of nowhere, there was a small tug on the skirt of my dress. I looked down to find Spencer’s hand there, playing with the fabric until it lay perfectly on my leg. 

I coughed to possibly relieve the tension brewing in my loins. “So then you know the Lyrid meteor shower is tonight,” I moved the tiniest bit closer to lean into his touch.

“At exactly 4:33 a.m,” He moved too.

“Is that why you brought me here? To watch the shooting stars? To make a wish?” I thought for a second that I would appear exceedingly childish - more so than I already did being 21 years his junior. But he didn’t judge me at all for the kid-like notion of making a wish on a shooting star or the implication that I still believed in those things. 

In fact, I piqued his curiosity, telling by the way he moved only his head to the side to watch my reaction. “Say I did. What would you wish for?” 

In the throws of dreamy elation, I softly murmured the only honest answer. “To be older. But not the unfulfilling 9 to 5, loveless marriage, ‘I do my taxes for fun’ older. I want to be old in the ways that the stars and the sky are old. I want to be infinite.” 

“...To be infinite.” He whispered my wish back, sounding sort of in awe of me. 

Just then, the overhead horizon grew larger. With no buildings or people to block the view, it was just us, the stars, and the sky. I could actually feel that I was lying on a planet. It was so wide. So infinite. 

“Can I hold your hand?” I asked softly, in a manner so vulnerable it scared me.

Without any words or hesitation, he put my hand in his.

“The universe seems so big right now. I just needed something to hold onto.” I explained quietly, practically with the hopes that he wouldn’t hear me. But he heard.

“I’m here.”

We didn’t know what was ahead of us then. We were just two people, looking up at the sky on a cold February night. We weren’t divided by power, or age, or space. We were ourselves and no one else. 

My eyes fluttered shut again and a smile stretched across my face. “Stargazing was a good idea.”

The world and the sky and the stars and I - we were all infinite. I couldn’t have felt bigger in my own body. In the best way possible, I was taking up so much space. I was occupying the earth. I was made up of matter. I mattered. 

Just as I began to open my eyes, I caught a glimpse of a fading shooting star. Though I had wished to be older, I still felt like a child. Then it hit me. I didn’t feel older because I wasn’t older.

I was infinite. 

Yes, I was a child, but not in the pinch your cheeks, bottles and pacifiers, babyish way. I was a child in the ‘you have a life full of possibilities ahead of you’ way.

You are young. He tells me with his eyes. And that is a good thing. Be forever young. 

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I was wondering if you can do a request with Finnick Odair and my oc/me (Hannah). You don’t have to use my name, but it’s Hannah if you do. So here’s some backstory. So Hannah’s father is a district 1 victor of the hunger games, her mother is a stylist and her father lived in the capital now due to district 1’s privileges. Hannah was born and raised in the capital, but was taunt by her parents to be anti hunger games, due to her father being in the games and seeingnn the horrors along with being traumatized by seeing them when she was 8. So her and finnick met while her mother was his stylist in the games. They became friends and caught feelings when they were 16. She was one of the only person who knew the truth about his “many lovers” and she was there to help him through it. They started dating when they were 19 and when they were 21, they were able to sneak Hannah back on the train with them into district 4. The capital tried to get her back, but since this was great publicity and stuff, they just left it because it wasn’t as important. Finnick proposed to her in the capital before the 75th games. She was kidnapped and toutured by the capital with Joanna and Peeta before being rescued by Gale and the others she was also tortured with the tracker jacke serum which made her extremely paranoid. So maybe you can do something where Hannah and finnick get reunited in district 13 after she was rescued.

i would pull you from the tide

finnick odair x f!reader

in between the screams and the pain, you see finnick.

you remember the first time you meet him: young, handsome boy with a playful smile. he didn’t like you at first, thinking you were just another spoilt capitolite, but you and your family were kind, making sure he was being cared for while he stayed at the capitol (snow’s orders) for his ‘clients’.

“hi finnick dear,” your mother had introduced you then, “this is my daughter, y/n. she’s your age and wanted to meet you.” finnick had eyed you from top to bottom, but didn’t say anything other than a stiff nod. you had remained there beside your mother, almost feeling hurt for his coldness, if not for the sympathy you felt for him when he emerged out of the arena.

you also remember the first time he had actually let you in: when you came by his capitol apartment to bring him the stew your parents made for dinner, and finnick was there, crying on the floor. you knew what snow was making him do, and your family have been trying hard to make sure the victors are safe and protected here in the capitol, but you can only do so much. finnick had stared at you then, and you expected him to yell at you, to flinch when you came closer, to shove you away when your arms wrapped around him. instead, he held onto you, and cried in your arms. “i hate it here,” he had mumbled against you, “i hate it, i hate it, i hate it!” and there was nothing for you to say but “i’m sorry” and “i’m here finnick, i won’t leave you alone.”

you saw him every year, yet with another set of tributes from his district. but finnick wasn’t cold to you anymore, instead sought you whenever he had free time, because you loved to hear stories about the ocean, and how one time he saw a huge whale breach the surface of the water, and you felt his youth glowing from him, and you had decided then and there that finnick odair deserves to be happy.

“you should come to district four sometimes, y/n,” he had told you enthusiastically, even though you both knew it was forbidden to travel between districts. the wishful thinking was enough though, as you watch him remember the ocean, and you could see the ocean itself in his eyes, “i know you’ll love it!”

nodding, you ran your hands through his hair, almost smelling the saltiness of the sea in him, “yeah,” you had smiled at him, “maybe i will.”

more of those years go by in your mind, but when you open your eyes, you are still somewhat trapped in time. shivering from the cold, sore from all the beatings, you can hear peeta’s cry from a couple of cells down. you also hear johanna’s voice, she’s calling out to you, wondering if you are still alive.

“y/n?” she asks. “are you there?”

“yes,” you croak, the sound gravelly and painful. you struggle to move closer to johanna’s cell and you can almost see her grinning face.

“good,” you hear her say, “finnick would kick my ass so hard if you died.”

absolutely exhausted and pained, you close your eyes, and more memories come.

you don’t remember exactly when your feelings for him changed, but when it did, it hit hard. you remember staring at finnick, and blushing whenever he caught you.

“were you looking at me, y/n?” one eyebrow raised, he tossed another sugar cube up in the air before catching it in his mouth.

blushing red, you shook your head vehemently, “no! why would i do that?”

he shrugged, “well, i am pretty attractive.”

he tossed another sugar cube, but failed to catch it. hearing your laugh, he turned to face you with a dramatic frown. you only shook your head, “sure you are,” before turning away (absolutely hoping he didn’t see your face burn bright red after you jokingly admitted to him that you did, after all, find him attractive).

he would always smile that teasing and boyish smile before sauntering toward you and making you even more flustered. you remember one night when it was really bad for him, limping towards his apartment because he was hurt by one of his clients, and you had fussed over him, worry etched on your face. you remember him crying against you as you held him, and him whispering to you that you kept him sane. you had fallen asleep like that, arms around finnick odair, silently hoping you could do more to protect him from this life. 

finnick odair had loved you then, maybe way before then, but he didn’t tell you yet.

and perhaps, one of the reasons why he was so reluctant to tell you, and everyone else about what he felt, was because he knew the president would set his eyes on you. and finnick didn’t like that.

you remember the smile on finnick’s face, so so bright and beautiful, when he saw you get out of the train in district four. your parents snuck you out of the capitol to surprise him, and he was both worried and exhilarated. you also remember how nice it was in his district, especially that one night when you both walked by the shore at night under the full moon, when he had kissed your lips so softly as though he was scared to break you. you remember the warmth in your chest that exploded throughout your body when you threw your arms around him and kissed him back.

when you open your eyes again, it’s another day. you’re sure that you’re awake for most of the time, when they beat you up and submerge you under the water, but you don’t remember any of it. something in your mind tells you that you may have pushed those memories away, locked them deep down and all you can remember is finnick, finnick, finnick.

one of the worst days of your life was when he was reaped for the quarter quell. your family had been contacted by plutarch heavensbee immediately after, and you remember how plutarch silently apologized to you that finnick got reaped, and you made him promise to get finnick alive.

“katniss everdeen is our priority.”

“then make him second,” you pleaded, tears threatening to leave your eyes, “please.”

plutarch had nodded grimly, and you promised to yourself that you would do anything it takes to keep finnick alive.

the night before the games, he brought you to the rooftop. you were scared, for him, for the rebellion, for everything. you were scared that everything was going to change.

“not all change is bad,” finnick reassured you as he took both of your hands in his. “for example,” he smiled cheekily, biting his lower lip, “when this is over, we can get married.”

“what?” your eyes widened at his statement. he pulled out a ring, something so simple and yet beautiful (and resembled the one you were sure you saw at a shop while in district four).

“when there are no more games,” he smiled as he slid the ring to your ring finger, “when can get married. build a cottage by the sea.”

you admired the ring on your finger, overwhelmed by the proclamation and enticed by the thought of waking up next to finnick odair in your own little seaside cottage. then you threw your arms around him, pressing your lips on his with a smile.

“this is why you need to win,” you whispered against his lips.

finnick nodded, “this is why i need to win.”

the next time you’re conscious, you can hear peeta’s screams again. you’re too tired to move, limbs too sore to use and so you just lay there. as peeta’s screams for katniss faded into the background, you hear finnick’s voice.

finnick screaming your name.

you remember watching him run aimlessly through the forest, the sound of your voice calling him. “y/n! y/n!”

katniss tried to tell him that the voices are from jabberjays, they weren’t real. but finnick was inconsolable, insisting that jabberjays copy sounds from the source.

“please, let me go!” he had yelled at katniss. “they got her, they got y/n!”

he was panicked, crying for you, and you couldn’t do anything but watch as it went on for an hour. you wanted to console him right then and there, to hold him and reassure him that you’re fine, but you weren’t able to.

you didn’t want to open your eyes, but you hear his voice again. finnick’s not screaming your name, but he is whispering it. something warm covers your hand, and you almost flinch if not for the familiarity of it. when you do open your eyes, you are met by a bright light, almost harsh, but most of all--

“finnick,” you whisper, and your voice is hoarse.

finnick exhales when he looks into your eyes and sees that you’re really here, you’re alive. he cups your hand in his, pressing kisses on it as he tries to keep his tears from falling. “y/n, how are you feeling?”

you don’t know what to tell him. confused as to where you are. tired and sore. relieved to see that he’s here in front of you. in love.

despite all of this, you can only think of one thing. the one thing you’ve always felt whenever you look into finnick odair’s eyes.

“happy.”

finnick smiles boyishly, as he look down, clearly flustered. it takes someone special to make him flustered like that, and it’s always been you.

he reaches over to plant a gentle kiss on your temple, nose, cheek, and then lips. “me too.”

[heiyodream]

Naruto Blank Period Timeline

I made this because 1) I'm bored, 2) I need to know a clear timeline of Blank Period in order to write fanfic, 3) I'm basically obsessed with timelines; nice to be able to understand everything in order. Keep in mind, this is almost all subjective and approximate. I put the comfort of relationship development first.

10 Oct 081 – The Fourth Shinobi World War ends.

Age: Naruto, Sasuke, Sai, Kiba, Shikamaru, Ino, Chouji, Lee, Tenten (16). Hinata, Sakura, Shino (15). Neji (17). Kakashi, Gai (30)

As can be seen here, Kakashi was born in 051 after the founding of Konoha. My timeline benchmark is this, including if you're wondering why there's a sudden Year 081 in this text.

Naruto turns 16 at the end of the war instead of 17 because Naruto is 12-13 years old in Part I, and Part II starts 2.5 years after, meaning Naruto is over 15 years old. There's no way the start of part II and the end of the war are more than a few months apart, as Kurenai gave birth to Mirai in the autumn after.

Gai entered the Academy a year earlier from Kakashi (remember, Kakashi graduated early, and it's no way that he and the other jounin-sensei entered the Academy in the same year). However, he was actually born in January of the same year. During the war, Kakashi has just turned 30, while Gai will soon turn 31.

I see it like this; for example, you have to be six years old to apply to the Academy. Because like in Japan, the Academy starts in April, so you must be six years old before April. 

For Academy Year 072 enrollment, your birthday must be between 1 Apr 065 to 31 Mar 066. So Konoha 13's birth order are as follows: Neji, Sai, Lee, then the following year: Tenten, Chouji, Kiba, Sasuke, Shikamaru, Ino, Naruto, and Hinata. Shino and Sakura were born in the following year.

Around Nov 081 – Sarutobi Mirai is born

Shikamaru said she was born at the depth of autumn in Shikamaru Hiden.

Jun 081 – Kakashi Hiden, then Sasuke left the village

Age: Kakashi (30), Gai (31), Rookie 9 (16) except Chouji (17)

In manga chapter 699, it is seen that Sasuke left the village before Naruto received the prosthetic hand. Still, Kakashi has already become Hokage; even the carving of his face on the Monument has been completed. And it is said that Sasuke was pardoned for his crimes on behalf of the Rokudaime. 

The problem is, in Kakashi Hiden, the prologue is written 'almost a year after the war', then chapter 1 takes place two months later. Naruto received a prosthetic hand at this two-month gap, while Kakashi's first Hokage assignment was at the story's end. 

The caption in Kakashi Hiden's prologue is 'almost a year after the war'. ‘Almost a year after the war' means closer to six months or more than six months or less. Supposedly, Kakashi Hiden takes place around 8-10-14 months after the war, but I shortened it to 6-8-12 months because of this clash of events. I made Sasuke leave the village after Kakashi Hiden not before to make time for Team 7, so they can learn how to be friends again. This is important.

Oct 083 – Shikamaru Hiden, Shikamaru-Temari start dating at the end of the story

Age: Shikamaru (18), Temari (21), Mirai (2/3)

Shikamaru Hiden takes place two years after the war but before The Last. I put it in October to really fit two years, also so that Shikamaru turns 18 first. It made me more comfortable getting him to start dating Temari than she was at 17.

Late Dec 0083/Early Jan 084: The Last, Naruto-Hinata start dating at the end of the story

Ages: Naruto, Shikamaru, Sasuke (18), Hinata (17/18), Sakura (17), Sai (19), Hanabi (11), Konohamaru (12/13), Kakashi (32)

According to Naruto chapter 78, Hanabi is five years younger than Hinata. I put her birthday on 27 Mar 071, while Hinata was born on 27 Mar 065. They are five years and three months apart. Konohamaru was 8 years old in part I during Naruto's 12 years, so he was born on 30 Dec 069.

Mar 084 – Sakura Hiden, Chouji-Karui start dating at the beginning of the story, Ino-Sai start dating at the end of the story

Age: Sakura (17/18), Sai, Karui (19), Ino, Naruto, Sasuke, Hinata, Chouji (18), Kakashi (32)

Karui was born on 14 Feb 065. This puts her in the same situation to Chouji as Gai to Kakashi

Jun 084 – Sasuke Shinden; Sasuke returns to Konoha and starts dating Sakura

Age: Sasuke, Sakura (18)

Apr 087 – Konoha Hiden, Naruto and Hinata get married

Ages: Rookie 9, Gaara (21), Tenten, Lee, Sai, Kankuro (22), Iruka (31), Kakashi (35), Mirai (5)

These are the events that I moved the order of because:

1) If we follow canon order, the gap between The Last and Konoha Hiden is only a few months, maybe a year. When Boruto is a genin, people said it has been already 15 years after the war ended, which means Hinata gave birth to him when she was 20-ish.

The actual timeline if you want to follow canon strict is December/January is the Last, then a few months/a year later in April they married at age 19. March next year, Boruto was born. 

I want to give them time to get to know each other. You know, deciding to get married with less than four months of dating is a BIG rush.  Like, you started dating today, and tomorrow you propose...???

2) Konoha Hiden should have happened before Sasuke Shinden, but let's just say Sasuke is on another long-emergency mission here.

3) This, I think, makes Temari's nervous reaction reasonable; she and Shikamaru had been dating for some time and might have considered marriage at some point. Not become nervous just after a few not-so-so-dates.

4) In general, this allows couples to date longer and have more time to get to know each other, which is precisely what I needed. And I consider how complicated the bureaucracy of Karui and Temari moving to Konoha, especially the latter because she's the Kazekage's older sister.

5) Iruka is 4 years younger than Kakashi and 10 years older than Naruto

6) Temari is 3 years older than Shikamaru; she has born on 23 Aug 062. Kankuro is a year younger, but I can't get him born in 063 because that puts him only 8 months 22 days apart from Temari. This couldn't have happened, considering Karura's puerperal phase, and Kankuro not stated as not-full-term-baby. So, he was born on 15 May 064, 1 year 8 months 22 days younger than Temari.

7) Gaara was born prematurely on 19 Jan 066, 1 year 8 months 4 days after Kankuro. He should be a year younger than Naruto, which I originally meant to be a year younger in terms of the Academy school year (means he was born 067), but this wouldn't match the likely age for him to be made Kazekage. 

Gaara just became Kazekage in the Konoha-Suna Chunin Exam filler arc, which somehow happened July/December 080 (the chunin exams are held biannually, remember?). Still, I lean more towards July, which makes Konoha 13, who takes the exam, matches canon's information on how old they were when they became chunin. Having Gaara born in 067 meant making him Kazekage at 13; this is... just NO. 

So I made him born 'a year' after Naruto, aka being in a different year, but actually, he's only a few months younger. This will match their age when they appear in canon; Temari 15, Kankuro 14, and Gaara 12.

8) Unless the Academy's school year requirement changes to being X years old with birthday period on 1 Jan to 31 Dec, Shikadai must be six months older than Boruto. This means, in Konoha Hiden, Temari should have been pregnant, but we know she isn't. That's why the canon timeline makes no sense; I think the concept used is that as soon as the years go by, everyone is considered a year older, even if they haven't had a birthday. This is the cause of the mess, I believe.

Jul 087 – Gaara Hiden, Shikamaru and Temari got engaged and will be getting married in a few months

Ages: Gaara, Shikamaru (21), Kankuro (23), Temari (24)

What happened in Gaara Hiden in canon was he was already 20 years old, AND Temari was going to marry Shikamaru, so there was a crisis of heir to the Kazekage seat with full Suna blood. That's why he was asked to marry.

I could have put Gaara Hiden in 083, but I didn't do it for the sake of story consistency because it meant that Shikamaru had to get engaged and married before Naruto.

Around Sep-Dec 087 – InoShikaCho got married.

Ages: Ino, Shikamaru (21/22), Temari (25), Karui, Chouji (22), Sai (22/23)

Among the next generation (those born to a couple of ordinary parents, we didn't talk about Mitsuki), Chouchou is the eldest, born 8 Aug. 

I want to keep them having children at relatively young age so that the future timeline doesn't change too much; Chouchou will be born in 088. However, for Chouchou to be born full-term (at least 39 weeks), Chouji and Karui must be married at least in mid-November. I put the order of marriage starting from Shikamaru, Chouji, then Ino because Inojin is the youngest. I imagine they got married as sequentially as possible to keep their children the same age, though if Ino got married in mid-Mar 088, it would still make sense.

Jun 088 – Sasuke and Sakura get married and travel together

Age: Sasuke, Sakura (22)

I put their marriage last because 1) Sarada is the youngest among the next generation of children, 2) I think Sasuke needs closure about Itachi, as I said here before deciding to get married and have children. You could have made this wedding happen earlier, but it's hard to go any further because it's determined by Sarada's birthday.

8 Aug 088 – Akimichi Chouchou was born to Chouji (23) and Karui (23)

23 Sep 088 – Nara Shikadai born to Shikamaru (23) and Temari (26)

5 Dec 088 – Yamanaka Inojin born to Ino (23) and Sai (24)

28 Mar 089 – Uzumaki Boruto was born to Naruto (23) and Hinata (23)

31 Mar 089 – Uchiha Sarada born Sasuke (23) and Sakura (23)

There is an opinion that Sarada was born early; that's why Karin, who helped deliver her at Orochimaru's hideout and her parents didn't have time to go to the hospital. I think at least if Sarada was born early, she should be born at 37 weeks pregnancy or more (pregnancy usually 40 weeks-long; 37 weeks is the early term, but the baby is considered healthy enough and not premature anymore), so that Sasuke and Sakura are confident enough travelling with a newborn in the wilderness. Getting Sasuke and Sakura married in June gives Sarada time to become a baby 37-40 weeks at birth, depending on the conception date.

04 Jun 091 – Uzumaki Himawari born to Naruto (25) and Hinata (25) as younger sister of Boruto (2)

Himawari is listed as 2 years younger than Boruto, but her date of birth is not listed. I gave her this date assuming the chunin exams in Boruto the Movie take place around mid-June to July, thus making Himawari's birthday sometime before the exams start. I could have Himawari's birthday around December and the chunin exams taking place around that month. However, Boruto episode 51 shows a pretty fresh flashback of Boruto's birthday, which means his and Himawari's birthdays aren't that far apart.

It was impossible and painful to piece together all the information from the Naruto databook(s), anime, manga, and novels into one coherent timeline. Yet, I tried my best to make sense of it by including as much information as possible.

I might try to make a Post-Blank timeline (Sasuke's departure again, when Naruto becomes Hokage) to Boruto later and list people's birth dates and years.

If there is any misinformation regarding this text, especially regarding the calculation of conception and pregnancy, you can told me, because I am really not an expert and just guessing with calculator.