#and i realized this when i did it in front of my friend at the time and he looked at me like. what the fuck???

[seungfl0wer]

*𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙒𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙍𝙤𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨*

Pairing: Bangchan, Felix, Hyunjin x Reader (Fem)

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Chubby!Reader, Foursome, Oral(Both), Multiple:Orgams,Cream-Pies, Rounds, Slight Choking, Praise, Breeding, Slight degrading, Double P, Unprotected sex, Tit play. Sorry for any mistakes or Missing tags

A/N: This is a special fic for my bestie whose birthday is today! I hope I did your scenario justice! I also hope you have a great birthday🖤 @gnabnahcsworld

-🖤

Collage wasn’t so bad, especially when you had 3 fun roommates. They were always doing some dumb stuff that always had you laughing. It was never a dull moment at your place. You’ve all lived together for a bit over a year now so you’ve all become very comfortable with one another.

You were heading to a friend birthday party today. You normally never go to parties, just like being a home body who can walk around in sweats. Today though you ditched your baggy clothes for a skin tight dress. It showed off all your beautiful curves. It really flattered your curvy figure. You got your make up done with about an hour to space. You sighed with relief realizing you still had some time left to relax before being put in a room full of people.

When you made your way out of your room the boys were all sitting on the couch playing some game. You walked over to where you kept your shoes searching for a pair to match your dress. Felix turned his head to say something however his words got stuck in his throat. He slapped the other two pointing towards you. The other men almost doing a double take jaws dropping.

“Where you going?” Chan asked.

“Friend’s birthday party” you said still rummaging through the closet.

When you stood up turning to them you finally noticed their gaze. Mouth still gaping at the sight of you. “What? Does it look that bad?” You asked.

They quickly shook their heads “no- you look” Felix started to say before hyunjin piped in “really hot” Hyunjin said.

You felt a blush creep up on your face “thanks” you said. You made your way back to your room to do some final touches. The boys looked at one another before jumping off the couch. Chan pulled the others back racing to get to your room first. They bursted through your door scaring the shit out of you. “What the fuck guys?” You said laughing a bit.

“Don’t go to the party” Hyunjin said.

“Yeah stay home with us” Felix said.

“What?” You confused.

Chan made his way to you with no warning or hesitation he cupped your face before kissing you. His plump lips moving against yours. You didn’t pull away but you were so confused. “Chan that’s not fair!” Felix said.

Chan pulled away with a soft chuckle you looked up at him still super confused. “Y/n you look way too beautiful to going anywhere” he said with a smile. He kissed you once more his strong arms wrapping around you pulling you up to lay your body down on the bed. He kissed you deeply his tongue swiping at your lips asking for permission. You excepted your tongues tangling in one another’s.

You felt the bed dip on both sides the other two men now on the bed with you. “You ok with this angel?” Felix asked. When you nodded it was like everything that was holding them back went away. Chan moved so he wasn’t on top of you anymore only for Hyunjin to make his way between your legs. “I bet I can make her cum faster than any of you guys” he said with a smirk. He lifted up your dress pulling down your panties.

They all groaned seeing your pretty fat cunt already soaking wet. Hyunjin licked his lips gripping your thick thighs, squeezing the plush skin. He spread your legs wide before kissing up your thighs. He bit at the skin making his way to your core. He gave one small kitten lick up your folds before diving head first into you. His tongue darted against your clit making you moan into Chans kiss.

Felix pulled down the front of your dress letting your breast flood out. He quickly gripped them licking over the sensitive nubs. Chan pulled away with a smirk he moved your hair away from your face “such a pretty girl hmm?” He praised. He moved off the bed freeing himself off his clothes before coming back to you. He stroked his cock before tapping it to your lips “wanna be a good girl for me? Open your mouth” he said.

Now you’d be lying if you didn’t find them all super attractive. However you never thought you’d be in this situation but you weren’t complaining. You happily opened your mouth letting him push his head into your mouth. He let out a low groan feeling the warmth of your mouth around him. Hyunjin pushed his fingers into your dripping cunt making you moan around Chans length.

Felix on your side was now fully naked as well. He stayed playing with your delicious breasts pumping his cock to the sweet sounds you were making. “Y/n how do you feel so soft” Felix said running his hands over your squishy tummy.

“Right her thighs are like little pillows” Hyunjin said.

Felix let his hand wonder down your belly down lower to find your clit. He played with it as hyunjin fucked you with his fingers, his tongue lapping at your folds. Chan couldn’t help himself as he fucked back your throat ever so softly. Hand coming down to run through your hair.

“I can’t take it anymore I need to be inside you” Hyunjin groaned before standing up. The loss of his fingers made you whine only to be replaced by Felix’s. Hyunjin quickly took his clothes off pushing Felix’s hand away before pushing into you slowly. Felix went back to rubbing your clit as Hyunjin thrusted into you. Chan groaned feeling himself getting close to his orgasm. He quickly pulled out of your mouth with a pop.

“Want” you groaned out.

“What do you want beautiful?” Felix said.

“Both” you said almost shyly.

“You want two of us to fuck you?” Felix said with a chuckle.

When you nodded a grin formed across his face he maneuvered himself to be under you. His cock rubbing against your ass now. “You sure about this?” He asked.

“V-very” you said.

Felix pushed himself into you, his and Hyunjin’s cock hitting far back into your cervix. “Can’t believe such a sweet girl wants to be fucked so dirty” Chan said.

“Yeah, y/n you’re a little freak. It’s really hot” Hyunjin said.

They moved their hips in sync Hyunjin’s hand coming down to play with your clit. Felix’s hands coming around to play with your tits that were now covered in purple marks. You were moaning so loudly surely the neighbors would hear. Hell the whole town could probably hear. The others weren’t being any quieter.

Hyunjin’s hips pulled away before snapping back into you with a loud moan from him “shit shit I’m close” he said his head falling back.

“You cum first you lose” Chan said with a laugh.

“Fuck- can’t help it. To good fuck she’s too good” hyunjin moaned out. “Where do you want me to-“ he started to say before you cut him off.

“Inside” you said softly.

His eyes went wide staring down at you “want me to fill you full? God y/n you into breeding too? What a little slut” Hyunjin groaned out. His pace was becoming slopping his cock hitting your cervix hard. Felix’s cock was right behind him hitting all your sensitive spots. Your legs started to tremble cunt tightening around them both. “Cu-cuming!” Hyunjin almost screamed before painting your walls white. The warmth from his cum, their movements and hyunjin’s fingers against your clit had you seeing stars. You came and you came hard.

Your cunt was sucking them in milking him for all he had. The sensation had Felix almost in tears “no no I’m so close” he whined. When hyunjin pulled out Felix cock slipped even deeper into you. He wrapped his arms around you sinking his little fangs into your shoulder. “I’m- I’m gonna cum!” He screamed his body trembling under you before he was cumming.

Your cunt was already so full, two large loads spilling from you. When Chan finally made his way to you he pushed his dick up and down you “don’t wanna lose all this do we” he said with a grin. He pushed both loads back into you. Felix cried out his cock so sensitive at this point. “Chan you ass let me move” he cried.

Chan only chuckled as he kept moving his hands slinked their way up to your throat gripping around it. “Such a dirty little girl hmm? But you’ve been so good for us I can’t be mad.” He said. His grip around your neck tightened a bit at the feeling of your walls clenching around him. “Gonna cum again pretty? Cum for me, be a good girl and cum all over my cock.” He said his hips moving faster.

Your body shook at the feeling of another intense orgasm. Feeling tears pricking at your eyes a staggered moan left your lips as you came once more. Your walls tightened even more around them Felix’s hands digging into you. “Shit fuck fuck I’m cumming again fuck!” Felix rambled out cumming once more.

“Damn lix how-“ hyunjin asked with a soft chuckle.

Felix’s body went almost limp trying to move himself from under you. It was only Chan left inside you now. He let go of your throat leaning his body against you. “You got all 3 of us pumping loads into you. You’re bound to get pregnant” he said with a chuckle. “I can only imagine you with an even cuter belly- fuck” he groaned.

“Chans definitely got a breeding kink” Hyunjin said.

Felix nodded “definitely” he said his voice almost a whisper.

“Only one I wanna breed is this beautiful girl” he said with a smile. He cupped your face once more kissing you sloppily.

His cock was ruthless his balls slapped against you as he fucked into you. “Gonna cum again pretty? You can give me another one yeah? My good girl can do that right?” He said his words like honey. Hyunjin made his way to your side playing with your clit as Chan fucked deep into you.

“Ah- ah- to much-“ you whined out.

“One more pretty and then we can take a break.” Chan said softly.

Your legs wrapped around him pulling him even deeper. His cock hitting your cervix ever so perfectly. He moved his body back grabbing your thick thighs spreading them even more. “Cum for my y/n cum on my cock” he growled.

Your body once more started to tremble. You felt like you were going to explode with pleasure. “Cumming!” You mumbled out.

That’s all Chan needed he was holding back so you could cum together. With a few more thrusts he was cumming deep inside you. “Yeah- fuck- gonna breed you so fucking well” he moaned out. When he pulled out he watched as all the cum dripped from you. There was so much of it too.

True to his word after you took a break Felix had already grabbed a towel to clean you up with. Hyunjin ran and got some drinks before you all made a cuddle pile on your bed. Hyunjin and Chan on both your sides with Felix laying between your legs head on your stomach.

“So y/n if you’d have to say who was the best who would it be?” Chan said.

“Me, it was me” Hyunjin said.

“I don’t know, I think I need some more examples” you said with a laugh.

“Right- we’ll get ready soon for that” Chan said with a smirk.

“Just for the record, I bet I can eat you out way better than Hyunjin did” Felix said.

You never made it to your friend’s party. The night was filled with fucking, cuddle pile and to end the night off Chan ordered food for everyone. It was great having 3 attractive roommates, it was even greater the way the fucked you.

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[atlabeth]

unadulterated loathing (pt 1)

pairing: fiyero tigelaar x fem reader

summary: you are forced to partner up with fiyero on a history project. things don’t go as you imagine.

a/n: wicked was really good, i love jonathan bailey, and we're coming up on finals season which means im writing about how stressed i am. also halfway through this i realized reader is lowkey paris geller coded lmao. this got away from me so im splitting it into 2 parts, i had a lot of fun writing it so enjoy! also im high posting this so if there's any editing issues im sorry lol!!

wc: 5.5k

warning(s): reader is stressed to the max constantly. she is kinda mean to fiyero but he's into it so it's okay. mostly fluff

Your fingers were beginning to cramp. 

You should have been used to this by now with Doctor Dillamond. You’d been in his class for a few months now, and you graded essays for him often. He often had a propensity for verbosity, but this lecture had been an especially hefty one in preparation for your midterm projects.

He would be announcing partners before the end of class—much to your dismay, for you worked far better on your own than with others holding you down—and you figured you would want to have as much of a head start as possible. 

Great Oz, how you hoped you would be paired with one of your friends. Coralie and Ezura were your only contenders for top of the class—Elphaba had potential as well, not because of the magic she couldn’t control but because of the brain she very well could—and anyone else would frankly slow you down. Doing a large research paper with someone who didn’t care as much as you did would be a drag you didn’t care to go through. 

Midterms were only the most important thing, for they set the track towards finals and affirmed your skill with your assignments, and your first midterm was potentially the most important thing for, when completed successfully, set you on the correct track altogether. 

You tried not to think about it too much (though you failed almost immediately), for you were sure Doctor Dillamond would honor all the work you’d done for him by putting you with a suitable partner. 

“I see some of you are getting restless, so I will cut class short today.” Your eyes snapped up from your paper to see the professor smiling, and you could hear sighs of relief around the room. “I’m sure you’re all eager to know your partners for the midterm paper.” 

The sighs of relief turned to groans, and you had to agree. Assigned partners should have been considered archaic at this point in time. 

Doctor Dillamond trotted back to the projector and, with a bit of difficulty, replaced the image with a piece of paper. Everybody in the class was paired off in groups of two—you immediately started searching for your name, squinting slightly to see despite your spot in the front, and the furrow between your brows deepened when you realized you couldn’t find it. 

You searched instead for your hopeful options. Coralie was with Mayara, Ezura was with Nicholas, Elphaba was with Galinda—of course. You let out a slight huff of annoyance, not just at your disappointment but at the continued lack of your name. 

Perhaps he’d merely forgotten. You didn’t know how Dillamond could have forgotten you, seeing as you were only his best student and literal TA, but things happened. Your anxieties only grew as you heard the beginnings of whispers throughout the room as your classmates saw their pairings, either excited or dismal. 

“Class is dismissed,” Doctor Dillamond said. The room began bustling as students gathered their things, already talking with their friends or searching out their project partner—you heard Galinda squeal and saw her grab Elphaba’s hands out of your peripherals. You could only worry your lip between your teeth as you swept everything in your bag, hardly waiting a second before rushing up to Dillamond’s desk. 

“You didn’t call my name, professor,” you said, managing a smile as you tried to act like it wasn’t killing you. How could he have not called your name? Was there something wrong? Great Oz— had you been somehow moved out of the class? Was your work not exemplary enough? Your assistance not assisting enough? “I don’t have a partner.” 

His mouth opened, but you only found yourself continuing, the words practically tumbling out of you.  

“Of course, if you intended for me to be on my own then I am perfectly alright with that!” Your smile widened as your fingertips dangled over his desk. “I— I prefer it, in fact, so if that is it then there is really no issue at all—”

“Mr. Tigelaar!” he interrupted, and your head turned on instinct to see the eponymous boy arm in arm with Galinda (who was arm in arm with Elphaba) just in front of the door. “I hope you are not about to leave.”

Fiyero flashed a look at his companions before offering one of those easy smiles he seemed to always have up his sleeve. “You dismissed the class. I believe I am part of your class, am I not?”

“You are,” he said, “but you were not assigned a partner. Surely you wouldn’t be trying to get out of the project.”

Your free hand clenched as the threads started to connect. Doctor Dillamond wouldn’t do this to you. Would he?

That easy smile remained on his lips as he turned to Galinda and whispered something in her ear. She giggled and pecked him on the cheek before she walked out, pulling Elphaba behind her, and Fiyero sauntered over. 

“Of course I’m not trying to get out of it,” he said. “Whyever would you think so?”

“Your attempt at a quick exit before you could be assigned a partner,” the professor said. “But it is no matter, for your partner is right here.”

You blinked. He would do this to you.

Why would he do this to you?

“Well, pleasure to meet you.” He held out his hand. “Fiyero Tigelaar.”

You ignored him, for you couldn’t look away from Doctor Dillamond. Would it be mad for you to strangle a Goat?

“Professor,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady, “why?”

“Mr. Tigelaar’s grades in my class have not been satisfactory, as I’m sure he is aware.” Dillamond moved away from his desk, prodding the chalkboard with his head to move it out of the way. “I care about all my students, even if they seem not to care for my course. I believe a partnership for the two of you would be beneficial.”

Your jaw clenched. “So you’re forcing me to tutor him because he hasn’t got a brain.”

Fiyero chuckled. “Ouch.”

“Not tutoring, just working on your midterm together,” he said. “And if you end up teaching him a few things along the way, then we would all be better off, wouldn’t we?” 

“Professor, with all due respect, this is ridiculous!” you exclaimed. “Why should I have to risk my grade, my midterm, my standing altogether at Shiz just to help him?” 

“Should you perform the way that is typical of you, there should be no issues.” Doctor Dillamond gave you that professorly look and your teeth grinded against each other. How dare he try to take the moral high ground. “Now, the two of you better hurry off. You haven’t got forever to work on this project.” 

“Professor,” you whispered, determined to not let up, “why are you punishing me like this?”

“I’m not punishing you, my dear.”

“Fiyero couldn’t care less about any of this,” you insisted. “I’m going to fail my midterm and it will be all his fault!”

“If you believe he can make you fail, then you haven’t got as much faith in yourself as I believed.” Doctor Dillamond looked at you. “Trust me—and yourself—that this will all work out.”

You stared back—it was rather difficult to have a staring contest with a Goat. “I don’t suppose I can change your mind on this?”

“You’d be correct.”

You huffed and glanced away. “Fine. But expect those test scores to take an extra day.”

He let out a bleaty sort of laugh while you walked away. You considered it a credit to yourself that you held back the childish tantrum you wanted to throw as you moved back over to your desk to gather the rest of your things. You shoved your books into your bag with a bit more anger than necessary, and you heard footsteps behind you. You glanced over to see Fiyero sidled up beside you, leaning against the desk next to yours. 

“Surely you won’t be this irritated at me the entirety of our project.” He still had that unbothered smile on his lips, and it made you want to hit him. “It might make this a much more miserable partnership.”

You let out a mirthless laugh as you shouldered your bag. “Don’t act like this pains you. You’re just going to ride my coattails the entire time.” 

“You know, I hadn’t even thought of that,” Fiyero mused. “But now that you bring it up, I just may have to.” 

“For the love of Oz,” you muttered to yourself before mustering the strength to look up at him. “I have a myriad of things I need to do today. Why don’t you go bother your girlfriend for the rest of the day, and then you can meet me at the library first thing tomorrow morning so we can discuss all of this.” 

He shrugged. “Sounds alright to me.” 

“Good,” you said. “Because I meant every word I said back there. I will not have you ruining all my progress thus far because of your absolute refusal to think.” 

“It looks as if you could take a page out of my book,” Fiyero said. “You seem awfully stressed.” 

Your lips tightened into a mirthless smile. “I’m stressed because of you, Fiyero, and we have hardly even interacted. I dread to think of my mental state after a week of working together. Now, good day. I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

You swept past him and walked out of Doctor Dillamond’s classroom. You felt his eyes on you until you turned the corner, and you had to resist the urge to look back. 

Oh, how you loathed group projects. 

-

The rest of your day was far more demanderating than it should have been, and you blamed Fiyero for it. You swore the clock went by half as quick and your lectures twice as long—it didn’t help that you were so distracted in chemistry that you nearly burned your eyebrows off from a potion gone wrong. 

You’d practically thrown yourself onto your bed when you got back to your dorm, and you didn’t get up until your roommate got back and demanded to know what had gotten into you. She didn’t exactly give you the response you wanted. 

“The prince is your partner?” Coralie sighed dreamily. “Oh, you are so lucky.” 

“Lucky is not the way I’d put it,” you mumbled, words muffled by the sheets. You finally tore yourself up off your bed and picked your nightgown up from atop your dresser. You went behind your folding sheet and began to change. “And I didn’t know you had eyes for Fiyero.” 

“I hardly have eyes for him,” she said wryly. “I just have eyes—anyone can see that he’s attractive.” 

“It doesn’t matter how attractive he is if he makes me fail this midterm,” you said. You straightened your nightgown then folded your school uniform while you walked back into the open, passing a glance at your roommate as you placed it on your desk. You then settled on your bed with a huff. “I just don’t understand why Doctor Dillamond is punishing me like this. It makes me reconsider all those late nights spent grading papers for him.” 

Coralie shrugged. “You’re one of his best students, Fiyero is probably one of his worst. I bet Doctor Dillamond figured you would be happy to take him on, what with how happily you take on everything else he throws at you.” 

You grumbled as you laid back against your pillows. “I just don’t know if I can take him on. Fiyero seems to care more about flirting with every student at this school than any actual material.” 

She gave you a mischievous smile. “Maybe he’ll turn the full force of his affections on you in return for your studiousness. Oh, how that would be a sight to see.” 

“Don’t even put that idea into the air, Cora,” you scoffed. “Besides, he’s clearly involved with Galinda. Even if I was interested, which I’m not—” you emphasized with a pointed look at her— “that isn’t something I want to touch.” 

“Well, you can’t deny that he’s dreamy,” she said. “He just showed up at Shiz and people started falling left and right. It’s more impressive that you haven’t.” 

“Because I’m here for one reason,” you said. “His whole… thing doesn’t fit into any of it.” 

“I know,” Coralie mused as she fell back onto her pillows. “You’ve told me your whole plan ten times over. I just think you should also try to enjoy your life instead of bulldozing your way through it.” 

You rolled your eyes with a smile. “I’m enjoying my life just fine, thank you.” 

Interestingly enough, Fiyero was going through something similar a myriad of rooms away. 

He laid on Galinda’s bed, his head in her lap as she trailed her fingers through his hair. She’d been going on about something for the last couple of minutes, but he hadn’t really been able to focus on any of it. 

“Dearest, did you not hear what I said?” 

Fiyero blinked at the sound of Galinda’s voice. He hadn’t indeed. 

“I’m sorry, beloved.” He absentmindedly reached for her hand and gave it a squeeze once he found it. “I was thinking.” 

Elphaba laughed from across the room. She sat on her bed with a book in her lap. “That’s a first for you.” 

“It is,” Galinda said, though with much more concern laced in her voice. Her hand moved from his hair to his forehead. “Are you feeling alright?”

“Just fine,” he assured. “What was it you were saying?” 

“Just lamenting on how awful it is that we’ve been separated for this project,” she sighed. “I’m sure I could persuade Doctor Dillamond to put us in a group of three.”

“You can’t even get him to pronounce your name correctly,” Elphaba said wryly. “How could you get him to do this?” 

“Well,” Galinda huffed, “maybe you could do it. He appears to like you more than me.” 

“I’m sure that really hurts,” she said. 

Galinda placed her hand on her chest. “It does!” 

“It’s fine,” Fiyero interrupted. “I’m alright with my partner. She’s nice.” 

“Nice?” Elphaba scoffed. “I heard her lecturing you the whole time we were out in the hallway.” 

“She’s passionate,” he decided. “Besides, I don’t really care. I haven’t thought about it since she left.” 

That was a complete lie. In truth, Fiyero hadn’t been able to stop thinking about you since you left. Very strange for someone who preferred to go through life with less thinking and more doing. 

He honestly didn’t know why his mind was so occupied with you. 

He’d always been aware of you, obviously—all your professors adored you, your name was always brought up when talking about top of the class, and he was sure you held the record for most time spent in the library at once—but he didn’t know anything about you other than your academic record. And for someone with such strong opinions, especially about him, Fiyero found himself with the strange need to know more. 

He would be at the library tomorrow. Maybe not on time, but certainly there. 

Fiyero would make this the beginning of a beautiful partnership, one way or another.

-

True to your word, you were in the library bright and early after a quick stop at the dining hall. You went through the effort of gathering everything you thought you would need—a myriad of textbooks and encyclopedias, your well-weathered notebook and another one for Fiyero because you doubted he had one, and enough writing material for the two of you.

You sighed. You had to do so much just to even the ground between your groups and the others. Coralie was always so prepared whenever you worked together. 

Fiyero, to your surprise, was only ten minutes late. You already had your head buried in a book when he said your name and scared you witless. 

Your eyes widened as they darted up to look at him, and he chuckled. 

“Sorry. You were in the zone.”

“I just wasn’t expecting you,” you said. “You’re late.”

“Hardly.” Fiyero took the seat across from you, his eyes sweeping over everything you had on the table. “You’ve got quite a collection.”

“I doubt you know your way around the library,” you said. 

“I know my way around a lot of things.” 

You leveled your gaze at him. Leave it to Fiyero to make everything an innuendo. “And is a library one of them?”

“I’m sure I could make it one.”

“If you bothered to think at all.”

“Darling, you know I’d never,” he said with a smile. “Now, what are we doing here?”

“Do you really not know what our midterm is?” you marveled. 

“I have more important things to worry about,” he said. 

You scoffed and shook your head. Ridiculous— it was ridiculous that you had to put up with this. Maybe Doctor Dillamond really did hate you.

“Our assignment is an extensively researched ten page paper on any great Ozian,” you said. “Anyone who has contributed to our society in a relevant way and made our lives better for it.”

“A ten page paper?” Fiyero frowned. “That seems a bit much.”

“Between the two of us, it’s just five pages each, and we’ve got two weeks to get it done,” you said. “I’ve written five pages in a few hours of inspiration.”

“Your life truly sounds thrilling,” Fiyero said. “We could do the Wizard.”

“Half the class is going to do the wizard,” you scoffed. 

“Because he’s a great man,” he said. “There’s no shame in it.”

“There is absolutely shame in copying half the class,” you said as you pushed over a sheet of paper to him. “Now, I’ve already got a list going. Look it over; see if there’s anyone you like or anyone worthwhile you want to add.”

You looked back down at your encyclopedia, opened to your personal favorite choice, and continued scribbling down basic notes. You glanced up a few moments later to see Fiyero’s gaze hadn’t wavered from you. 

You frowned. “Is there a problem?”

“You’re awfully prepared,” he said instead. 

“I figured you wouldn’t be,” you responded.

Fiyero’s lips quirked in a smile. “Then I believe that means you deserve to choose our subject.”

Your frown deepened. “Really?”

“Are you always this suspicious of everyone?”

“Just you.”

“Then consider this an olive branch,” he said. He slid the paper back over. “Who’s your top choice?”

“…Ilara Mayfair,” you finally said as you pointed at her on the top of your list. “She was a historical linguist, responsible for half of what we know about Ozian languages and how they connect and differ. She’s…” you cleared your throat and shrugged, trying to make it sound like it wasn’t a big deal, “she’s kind of my hero.”

“Your hero?” Fiyero’s eyebrows rose. “Is that what you want to do?” 

“…It’s always been my dream,” you admitted. “I grew up helping around my parents’ bookstore and her mark was on nearly everything. I really admire it. I want to make that sort of difference in the world.”

“How noble,” he remarked. What surprised you was how genuine he sounded. “It’s impressive how much of your life you have planned out already. All Galinda knows is that she’s majoring in sorcery—she hasn’t really got anything else worked out.”

“What are you majoring in?” you asked.

“Undecided,” Fiyero said. “I was kicked out of my last school before I could declare, so I figure there’s not really a point in doing it here.”

“Not really a surprise,” you said. 

“Really?”

“On your first day, you snuck off campus with half of Shiz to go dance at Ozdust,” you said. “That’s not exactly a good first impression.” 

“I’d argue the opposite,” he said. Fiyero tilted his head, his eyes narrowing as he focused on you for a moment. His gaze made you uncomfortably aware of yourself. “I don’t recall seeing you there.” 

“That’s because I wasn’t there.” You looked back down at your encyclopedia to avoid his eyes. “I had more important things to do.” 

He frowned. “Do you ever take a day off?” 

“Of course,” you said. “There isn’t any class on the weekends.” 

“I mean with this,” he said, gesturing at all the books around you. “It doesn’t seem like you allow yourself a single moment of respite. When you’re not in class, you’re studying. When you’re not studying, you’re doing work. When you’re not doing any of it, you’re probably dreaming of your future assignments.” 

You felt your skin heat. Surely you weren’t that transparent. 

“...I don’t dream of them,” you defended. “Not— not always.” 

He laughed and shook his head. “You’re ridiculous. Do you know that?” 

You frowned. “How am I ridiculous? You’re incapable of taking a single thing seriously.” 

“And you’re incapable of not taking everything seriously,” Fiyero said. “It can’t be good for your health.” 

“I plan to get out of here a year early,” you said, looking back at your books. “I can’t slack off like you do if I want that plan to come to fruition.” 

“Oh, I’ve gotten out of every school I’ve been in a year early,” Fiyero said. “Sometimes two or three— Oz, sometimes I don’t even make it through the first semester.” 

Your eyes snapped back up to him, widened in instinctual panic. “What?” 

He burst out laughing, and it grinded every one of your gears. “Oh, I wish you could see the look on your face! It’s priceless— truly priceless!” 

“You’ve been kicked out of every school you’ve been to and you think it’s a joke?” 

Still laughing, he shrugged. “It is. Nothing bad has happened, and I’m still having the time of my life wherever I go.” 

You just shook your head as you stared at him, eyes still wide. “Are you always like this?”

“Utterly charming?” 

“Entirely insufferable.”

You didn’t understand how he laughed. Everything rolled right off him, like oil off a duck’s back, no matter how many times you insulted him. 

“You know, there are other things to life than your studies,” he said.

“Not while I’m here, there isn’t,” you said. “It’s the whole point of university.” 

“The point of university is to have fun,” he said. “You’ve seen how this place has perked up since I’ve gotten here, haven’t you?” 

“Not really, no,” you said. “I’ve been more focused on other things.” 

“Like?” 

“Like my studies.” 

“It’s like I’m talking to a broken record,” he marveled. “Have you ever had fun in your life?” His eyes widened comically. “Do you even know what the concept of fun is?” 

“Ha ha,” you said dryly. 

He tilted his head. “Do you?” 

You frowned. “Of course I do.” 

“Okay, then.” Fiyero leaned back in his chair. “Tell me about yourself.”

Your frown deepened. “We aren’t doing a research paper on me.”

“We’re working together on this,” he said. “Is it a crime to want to know my partner?”

A muscle worked in your jaw as you stared at him. He stared back, entirely unaffected. 

“If I humor you, will you actually work with me through this?”

Fiyero held up his hand. “Prince’s honor.”

Finally, you broke. You folded your arms with a short sigh then glanced away. “Fine. I’m from a tiny village in Gillikin that you’ve probably never heard of. I’m here on scholarship with the plan to graduate, become a historian, and make a name for myself.” You looked back at him. “Is that good enough for you?”

“It’s excellent,” Fiyero said with a smile. “Dare I say I’ve learned more about you in one short day than I have in the entirety of my time at Shiz?”

You gave him a fake smile as you tapped your book. “Open your textbook. We have a lot to catch up on.”

He raised his eyebrows. “You’re not going to ask about me?”

“I mean this with all due respect—what could there possibly be to know about you?” You raised an eyebrow as you counted off on your fingers. “You’re from the Vinkus, you’re a prince, and you’ve never read a book a day in your life.” 

“Oh, that’s not true,” he chastised. “I’ve read at least one—I just choose not to.” 

“Well, how about we make that two?” You reached across the table and opened his book for him. “Unless that prince’s honor isn’t worth a thing.” 

“Oh, it’s worth everything,” Fiyero said. 

You raised your eyebrows expectantly. “Then prove it.” 

“Very well,” he nodded. “I believe I can be serious for the next… fifteen minutes.” 

“You won’t even get through a chapter,” you said. “Thirty.” 

Fiyero frowned. “You set awfully high expectations.” 

“Why do you think Doctor Dillamond forced me to help you?” you asked. 

“Because you’re oh so nice and charitable?”

That got a genuine laugh out of you. If you’d been looking closer, you would have seen Fiyero’s smile grow, his eyes soften. 

“Of course. Now, go to the glossary, find Ilara, and start writing. I know practically everything about her already, so you need to catch up.”

“I don’t have—”

You held out your extra notebook and fountain pen and cocked your head. “Don’t have what?”

Fiyero chuckled as he took them from you. “You’re prepared for everything, aren’t you?”

“Always,” you said with a satisfied smile. “Now get reading, my prince.”

He pressed his hand to his chest and bowed his head. “At once, my lady.”

-

You looked at the clock on the wall. Fiyero should have been here by now. 

Granted, he was ten minutes late to your first meeting, but that was before he’d changed your expectations ever so slightly. Almost an hour had passed, and there was still no sign. 

Of course, it wasn’t as if it hindered your progress. You kind of always expected him to fall short—if he showed at all, that was a credit to him—so you already had half the outline done. But a small part of you that you’d never admit to might have actually been looking forward to his presence. 

You enjoyed the bout of verbal sparring he engaged you in. A lot of your classmates thought you were mean, and it never bothered you. Like you told Fiyero, you were here for one reason and one only, and the amount of people that liked you at university didn’t influence that at all. Your professors liked you and your grades were perfect—that was all. 

But you couldn’t lie and say it wasn’t… nice. For Fiyero to take everything you said in stride, with a smile and a retort of equal measure.

It was nice. But that was all. 

You were jarred out of your thoughts by someone calling your name. You looked up to see Fiyero sauntering over, bearing his usual smile and not much else.

“This is a library,” you said once he got closer. “You aren’t supposed to shout.”

He took the seat across from you. “I’d hardly call that shouting.”

“You aren’t meant to be loud,” you decided. “Why are you so late?”

Fiyero shrugged. “I lost track of time?”

“You know, we are partners,” you emphasized your last word, “so it would be helpful if you could try to put in the same amount of effort as me.”

“That seems impossible.” He gestured at your notebook with his head, your current page already nearly full. “You’ve got me beat on nearly everything.”

“It’s not that difficult,” you intoned. “I mean, just do some research outside of class.”

He stared at you expectantly, and you rolled your eyes. “I don’t know what I expect with you, honestly.”

“Exactly what you see, darling. Now,” Fiyero's gaze drifted over to the window, then looked back at you as he stood up, “what do you say we put a hold on things and enjoy this beautiful day?” 

Your brows furrowed. “What, you mean do our research outside?” 

“Is your work truly all you think about?” he asked in exasperation. “I mean leave the books and your notes and your stress here, and take a stroll around campus.” 

“I’ve had my entire life planned out since I was ten years old,” you said. “Of course it is. I am not going to have some— some—”

“Some what?” Fiyero interrupted. He still looked remarkably unaffected by your outburst, that sideways smile of his infuriatingly charming. 

“Some ridiculous, pompous, self-absorbed, lazy Winkie prince ruin it!” you exclaimed. 

“Lazy,” he mused. “That’s a new one.” 

“Of course you’re lazy! Why would we take a break when we have a project to do?” 

Fiyero looked at you like you were crazy— no, like he was worried about you. He shook his head. “You really do have a one track mind.” 

“When we’re in midterm season, yes, I d— what are you doing?”

Fiyero had started stacking all of the books you had on the table away from you, then he grabbed your notebook and your pen out of your hand.

“You need a break,” he said. 

“I don’t need a break, and give that back—”

You reached for your materials but only just grazed his hand before he pulled them back and set them on top of the pile. “When was the last time you saw the sun?” 

You scoffed. “I see the sun all the time.” 

“Not from a window in the library or your dorm.” 

You bit your tongue. Fiyero smiled and held out his hand. 

“You need a break.” 

You stared at his hand. He gave you a cloying look. 

“It’s not a good sign that you’re this against self-care,” he said wryly. 

You sighed and reluctantly placed your hand in his. “Fine.”

Fiyero grinned and he pulled you close. You yelped at the unexpected speed and you tumbled into his chest. Fiyero’s hand dropped to your waist, and for a moment all you could do was stare at him, wide eyed. 

“Shall we?” he murmured. 

You jolted away from him once you came back into yourself, your skin burning where he’d touched you. 

“We shall,” you said, a bit too forcefully as you started walking a bit too fast. 

Fiyero chuckled. He matched your pace easily, soon coming up beside you. “You’re already that excited?”

“Oh, shut up,” you bit out. “You’ve already gotten what you want. No need for more.”

He feigned naivety. “What would I possibly be doing?”

You shook your head with a huff. “I’m not entertaining that with a response.”

Fiyero simply hummed. You glanced over at him, still staying even with you, and then you let out another huff as you stopped. He didn’t miss a beat, pausing at the same time as you, then met your flustered expression with a smile. 

“Yes?”

“You’re the one that wanted to do this,” you said, gesturing in front of you with a hand. “So lead the way.”

“Gladly,” he said. “I’m very good at taking the lead.”

Fiyero started walking and, though you had half a mind to take the opportunity and dart back to the library, you found yourself following him. 

Cora’s words spun around your head as you and Fiyero walked together, about him turning the full force of his flirting on you in return for you being such a stickler for your midterm. 

That was the embarrassing thing; you didn’t even think this was half of it, and he already had you blushing—and for what? It was as if you’d never even talked to a boy before. 

You’d had plenty of experience back home. Village boys coming into your parents’ store to flirt at you, leaving notes in your desk in class, offering to walk you home at night—plenty of experience. 

It didn’t matter that you denied them all and never went anywhere because you had a one track mind even then, and that Fiyero had done what no one else had and gotten you take a break simply because he asked nicely—

You sucked in a sharp breath as Fiyero’s arm suddenly pressed against your chest, stopping you in place. Your head snapped up to look at him, mouth already open with questions loaded, but he gestured with his head before you could ask any of them. 

You’d nearly barreled right down the stairs from being lost in your head, without care nor consideration for actually taking the steps. 

“Mind the gap, darling,” he said. “Wouldn’t want you damaging that brain of yours.”

“…Thank you,” you said once you’d regained the ability to speak words again. “One of us ought to have one.”

Fiyero laughed as he took his arm away. “Certainly.” He used it to gesture down the stairs. “Ladies first—unless you’re unsure of your ability to conquer them.”

“I’ll be just fine, Fiyero.” You started the descent, Fiyero right behind you, and you let out another short sigh. 

There had to be something wrong with you. That was the only explanation for why you were acting this way.

Maybe you really did need to start getting more sleep. 

[braindeadjaidyn]

Rafe following his babysitter into the bathroom

Fucking her against the door, holding her mouth closed with his hand

His family just outside in the living room, while he is fing her as hard as he can

BABYSITTERS CLUB!

summary:..-> reader and rafe always had a thing for each other. everything changes once she picks up a babysitting job, babysitting the one and only kook king.

warnings:..-> smut, p n v, bad dirty words, wards a douche, rough sex, rushed sex, both cum quick:(, sex that could’ve got them caught?? EVERYONE IS OF AGE!!!

word count:..-> 2700.

a/n:..-> hello pookie and pookies! okay so don’t be mad….i know I didn’t do the bathroom but I hope this okay! i got tunnel vision and didn’t even realize! im sorry if i edged yall with the constant build up. yall writing sex is HARD. anyway requests are open bye love u. AND BE NICE.

It was almost laughable that Rafe fucking Cameron, kook king needed a babysitter. It WAS laughable. Ward Cameron had contacted you through Facebook knowing of the fact you babysit. Yeah, you did, but not 20-year-old frat guys.

Ward Cameron: Hello Y/n! Your father told me you do babysitting and I’m looking to hire one for tonight! It would be for my son and daughter, it may seem a little odd. My apologies. I will be having some important meetings with a large group, and I don’t trust either to be on their best behavior. Please contact me back so we can discuss further! I’ll pay 500$ for 3 hours.

The message sent you into a fit of cackles, screenshotting the text and sending it to all your friends. The idea was so tempting. So fucking tempting. 500$ for 3 hours was a literal steal…Yet you were going to be in the presence of the insufferable Rafe Cameron. You hadn’t had many interactions with Rafe, he usually just teased you for being the ‘prude good girl’ every time you told him no to hook up. You’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t think about letting him fuck the shit out of you, hell you almost did. Every time you’d open your mouth to try and agree he’d open his spewing his bullshit, immediately forcing you to shut your own.

You bit at the soft flesh on your bottom lip, tapping the phone with your eyes trained on the text. Fuck it. 500$ for keeping the cocky frat boy in line sounded so good, so so fucking good. You agreed, and your thumbs moved quickly over the screen. Your lip was still tucked firmly between your teeth as you waited for his father’s reply.

Y/n L/n: That sounds good! Thank you so much Mr. Cameron! I’ll be there. When should I be there and can I have the address?

Ward Cameron: Of course Y/n! My meeting is in about 40 minutes, I would like you here as soon as possible. I will be here the whole time so I’ll give you a rundown of responsibilities and such when you arrive. *address*.

This soon? You immediately scrambled to your feet, throwing on some more appropriate clothes than your lounge ones. You were so quick you thought your heels were on fire.

Soon enough here you were on the Camerons porch knocking on the front door. Jesus, why did you agree to this? Fuck. The only time you ever interacted with Rafe was when you were fucked up, now here you were sober about to babysit the grown-ass man. This is ridiculous. The door swung open, of fucking course Rafe Cameron was the one to answer it. Sporting his stupid handsome smirk and backward cap. “You’re the one who’s keepin’ me on a leash tonight girl?” He drawled, flashing you his teeth.

Goddamn, his fucking fine ass. You tongued the inside of your cheek, fighting the urge to roll your eyes at his comment. With a tilt of your head and a soft huff, you finally met his gaze. “Just shut up and let me in Cameron,” With that Rafe chuckled, shaking his head as he moved from the door opening it further. You could feel his sharp stare as you walked past him and into the house. You were a little in awe at the niceness but quickly masked it, tucking your face back into its resting expression. Rafe didn’t miss it as he sidestepped around you, his smirk only growing.

“You never been in a house this nice princess?,” Rafe taunted, his smirk replaced with a smug smile.”Come on, my dad’s in here,” He led you further into the home, and you lagged behind. Cursing him internally at his snarky comments. Why was this dude such a diva? You followed aimlessly looking around at the different decor, this was so different from your own house.

Ward Cameron sat on the sofa, his attention on the laptop resting on the marble coffee table, his fingers working against the keys. He just looked like a dick, great….Rafe cleared his throat and shifted on his feet. You picked up his sudden change in demeanor, his once arrogant self replaced with a look that looked like a kicked puppy. It was sad, actually very sad. But you shrugged off your sympathy as Ward glanced up his face lighting up in foe friendliness. “Y/n my dear. Thank you for coming,” Ward greeted, closing the distance between the three. “Right well, I'm having a large meeting this evening. Lots of colleagues and other investors are joining me today. We will be using the living room, my office would be far too cramped. I’m just asking you to keep an eye on everyone and out of the living room.”

This man just screamed condescending. You nodded, sending him a soft smile. Once again you fought the urge to roll your eyes, how did he expect his grown son to listen to her? He was Rafe Cameron. It was widely known he doesn’t listen to anyone. “Yes sir, I can do that.” You spoke softly and sweetly, it was an act yet you wanted that 500$. Rafe sent you another smirk before he licked his lips to keep his dirty comment to himself. Ward nodded, reaching out to softly pat your shoulder. He quickly pulled away, and you fought the urge to jerk away. “Great! Well, Rafe behave. You’re 20 years old. It’s ridiculous that I had to even hire her.” Ward shot his son a pointed look, which made Rafe emotionally cower. Rafe just firmly nodded, his arms folded over his chest. You had to divert your gaze, your cheeks heating as you noticed how his shirt sleeves were straining against his muscles. Fuck.

A firm rushed knock at the front door thankfully interrupted your sinful thoughts. Ward immediately jerked his head to the noise, moving past the young adults. “Right, that's my meeting. So see you both later.” Ward called as he barely bothered looking over his shoulder at the two. He disappeared out of the living, and you could feel Rafe's eyes on you. Jesus Christ, does he have an off button? You met his gaze, surprised to see it was blank. “What?” You questioned, your face slightly twisted and your eyebrow arched.

Rafe just sighed deeply, running his hand over his cap. “Let’s get upstairs before he throws a bitch fit,” Rafe muttered, his body already moving toward and up the stairs. You followed, your heart beating wildly. It felt weird how domestic? No. Casual. Yeah, how casual this was. His long legs ate away at the distance of the stairs, you lagged behind feeling a little awkward by everything. I mean you’re fucking babysitting Rafe Cameron and his little sister, it was weird. You made your way to the top of the steps, glancing at him awkwardly for his next move. You could already hear the chatter from the men downstairs.

“Quit actin’ all fuckin shy girl, Les’ go Sarah’s in here,” Rafe smirked his head cocking over to a door, his hand pulling the door open. “How’s it hangin’ Sar?,” You were now standing in the doorway of what you assumed was a movie room, you knew they were rich but they were richhh. Sarah barely glanced up from her phone at the duo, shrugging her shoulders in response. Rafe plopped down on one of the sofas, legs spread open as he looked you over. “Sooo, are you always this weird when you're sober princess?”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his words. He was so damn cocky and for what? You scowled at him, your pretty face twisting. “Do you always need a babysitter at your grown age?” You snarked, your hands crossing over your chest and you shifted your weight to your hip. Rafe took notice of that and eyed your hip for a moment, chuckling as he tongued the inside of his cheek.

“Real cute baby, don’t be throwin’ that up in my face.” Rafe rasped, his eyes looking over you cocking his brow at the fact you were still standing in the doorway. He patted the cushion next to him, a smirk on his lips. “Don’t be shy princess, I won't bite.”

You thought for a moment before begrudgingly plopping yourself down next to him. It was a small couch, so small you were brushing thighs with him. You averted your gaze as you felt your cheeks flush at the contact. You knew he was planning something, you could feel it in his stares. Rafe was planning something, more so just thinking about fucking you stupid over the armrest of the couch. He was going to hell for what he was about to ask, especially with Sarah in the room. He leaned forward, bracing his hand on the top of the couch. Rafe's chest was flush against your shoulder, his head ducked down by your ear fanning his breath down your neck. “Why won’t you let me fuck you princess?”

His words sent a shiver down your spine, his breath sending your mind into overdrive. You bit your lip, adjusting your skirt to try and compose yourself. You were bright red and you could feel it, you could also feel the ache between your legs at his tone. You had to remind yourself Sarah was in the room. You looked over at him and felt like you could melt when you met his smug gaze. “I mean..I-I would-,“ Your voice was low and quiet, careful for Sarah's listening ears, but before you could finish Sarah's dramatically loud groan and the thump of her phone cut you off. You were so down bad.

“The fuc- The wifi just went out, ugh. Rafe fix it,” Sarah whined, looking at her older brother with pleading eyes. The only issue was the router was in the living room. Rafe sighed deeply at the interruption, glancing over at Sarah with narrowed eyes.

Rafe definitely couldn’t go down there and fuck with the router with his dad having a meeting. It was the whole point why Y/n was there. But he could get her downstairs and alone…So tempting in his pervy brain and worth a shot. “Fine. Come on Y/n. Be my cover.”

Seriously? He was going to go down there, practically asking for a meltdown from his dad. Before you could protest he had you by the forearm and dragged you out of the movie room. “Rafe-“ You went to speak but he cut you off as he pressed his finger to his lips, silently shushing you as the two of you crept down the stairs. You both met at the bottom of the stairs, the living room just around the corner, a wall protecting the view of the duo. The laughs and voices of multiple men were slightly muffled from the distance.

You crept forward, keeping close to the wall not without shooting Rafe a pointed look. You were falling right into his dirty trap, just like he wanted. His mind only focused on fucking that cunt and your interrupted words. Before you could peek over the corner he pressed your back flush against the wall, his body eliminating the distance as he pressed his front to yours. He smirked down at you, his eyes roving over you like you were prey. “Finish your sentence, pretty girl.” He commanded, his voice low, careful to not attract anyone’s attention.

Your mouth opened to speak but the words were lost in your throat. Your mind was spinning at the closeness, your pussy was practically pleading. You could only hold his intense stare, his hand snaking around to grip the back of your thigh. “Say it. Tell me you want this dick baby.” Rafe cooed his mouth coming to your ear, his lips brushing the skin. Fuck this. You were already soaked from his touch, his words only increased the throb. You couldn’t believe what you were about to do, but it was Rafe fucking Cameron…

You nodded weakly, hands fisting his shirt as you lifted the thigh he grasped. “I want it, please.” You wanted to smack yourself for the desperation in your tone, but you never wanted to get fucked like you did now. Rafe pounced, his lips immediately crashing into yours. It was sloppy and full of need. God, he kissed like a fucking whore. You couldn’t help but mewl against his lips, your body felt like it was on fire. His hands were everywhere, leaning his body against yours as his hands grabbed the flesh of your ass from under your skirt. Which earned him another soft mewl, yet it was muffled by his soft lips. He rutted himself against you, god this was so nasty. So down bad. But you were fucking loving it. So was Rafe.

He pulled away, his chest heaving with heavy deep breaths. His lips were wet, and he looked sinful. You moved your hands to the waistband of his shorts, working away the button and zipper. You couldn't help it truly. Rafe liked your eagerness, his ego inflated as well as his dick. “Needy fuckin’ girl.” Rafe tsked lowly, assisting you as he tugged away down his shorts, his hands moving to the waistband of his boxers, he couldn’t help but smirk at your reaction to the tent in his boxers. Your eyes were wide, pretty lips parted in need. He freed himself from the boxers, fisting his cock as he looked you over. Fuck. He was so hot. You took this as your cue, you moved your panties to the side. This wasn’t the best spot to get caught fully exposed…

“Rafe…What if someone- fuck- mph-“ You whispered, cut off by Rafe thrusting his cock into you his hand clamping over your mouth. He kept his other hand on the back of your thigh, as he pounded into you. His cock was moving in your slick walls at a relentless pace, his fat tip brushing areas you never knew existed.

Rafe had his lips parted, his head hung back as your pussy clenched tightly around him. He kept his hand firmly clasped around your mouth, he smooshed the side of your face into the wall, his cock fucking into you at an unforgiving pace. The sound of your pelvis’s kissing was sinful. “Take it, take this fat dick,” Rafe growled lowly, his eyes glancing to the corner of the wall as he heard a couple of men speak louder.

You couldn’t even muster a response, let alone voice it due to his harsh grip around your mouth. You could only pathetically whine and cry against his palm, as his cock brushed that spongy spot deep into you. Your teeth grazed the flesh of his hand as he repositioned his thrusts, fucking you upwards against the wall. You clawed at his arms, your cunt squeezing tightly around his cock. God, you couldn’t believe how close he had gotten you so quickly. Your lower stomach burned with need, your core aching for release. You could tell Rafe was close, his brows knitted and his lip tucked between his teeth. His cock twitched in your velvety walls, he dropped his hand from your thigh moving his fingers to firmly rub your clit. You bit at the flesh of his hand, hoping to muffle your screams as you crashed over the edge. Your body trembling, eyes rolled back as you made a mess on his fat cock. You clamped down on his cock as Rafe let out a deep groan, planting his cock deep into you as he painted your womb with his warm cum. Your chest heaved with fast shaky breaths, you just let Rafe Cameron fuck you against a wall, while his father and however many men were on the other side.

Rafe pulled out of you, a sly smile on his lips. He pulled your panties back to the side and tucked himself back into his boxers with a chuckle. He held your wide blown-out gaze as he pulled his shorts up. “You’re a shit babysitter princess.”

[my-castles-crumbling]

Sirius's Amortentia

Hey guys! Someone requested I do some writing exploring the ways Amortentia can smell (that it doesn't always reflect romantic love) so I decided to so a series of microfics about it! I'm hoping to get a few of them done today.

Thirteen

They snuck the potion the first time when they were thirteen, determined to use it in some crazy truth-or-dare scheme. Sirius knew enough about love potions to know the rules behind the smell: whatever he smelled was what he loved.

So he almost had a panic attack in the middle of the Common Room when he sniffed the mall vial only to realize that the overwhelming scent of his Dorm Room was accosting his nostrils.

He wasn't sure what to make of it. Was he gay? Did he love all of his friends? What did it mean?

He thought and thought and overthought himself into a spiral until James found him and talked some sense into him. "Pads, we're thirteen. And love can mean like...friend love, you know? Like I smell my mum's cooking in my Amortentia," he calmly said, not at all shocked that Sirius could smell James's cheap muggle cologne in the potion.

Sirius breathed a sigh of relief after that.

Fifteen

By fifteen, he was intimately aware of the scent of his Amortentia, having almost been dosed a few times himself. He could pick out the smells of James's more-expensive cologne, Regulus's pretentious quill ink, and Peter's peanut butter bars that he constantly loved to snack on.

But Remus's favorite chocolates seemed to overpower all of it.

As he grew, it became more and more obvious. The other scenes were merely background to the overwhelming aroma of chocolate and the woods. And he couldn't deny that when he saw Remus, his body reacted as differently as his potion smelled.

He was fucked.

Sixteen

"Remember when we were thirteen and I panicked because I smelled you in my Amortentia?" Sirius asked James after learning about the potion in class.

James just laughed. "Yeah mate. You were terrified."

"Right," Sirius gulped. "And you said there's a difference between friend-love and being in-love."

"Yeah."

"What if I still smell one of you in it...but I don't think it's friend-love?" Sirius asked, blushing and not meeting James's eyes.

There was a moment of silence before James replied, "I think Moony feels the same way you do, Pads."

Sirius didn't ask James how he knew which one of them he was referring to.

Seventeen

They'd fought for the millionth time, the tension and Sirius's inability to express his emotions causing both of them to lash out. It was as he cried on top of the Astronomy Tower, cursing himself for not being able to just say how he felt, that he got the idea.

"Smell it," Sirius demanded, shoving a vial in front of a frowning Remus's face.

"What?"

"Smell it. Does it smell like me?" he asked, heart thundering.

"I-"

"Because mine smells like chocolate and the forest. Other things too, but mostly that. Has for ages now," Sirius breathed, staring at Remus's widening eyes.

The vial clattered to the ground as their lips collided.

[itzy-bitsy-spidey]

The moment they realized they were in love.

Characters: Monkey D. Luffy, Roronora Zoro, Sanji x gn! Reader.

Cw: English is not my first language, this is mostly fluff.

Notes: I thought I had deleted this, but I had simply published it on accident! Hope you all enjoy it and if you see grammar mistakes don't feel bad about telling me!

Luffy

For all his silliness Luffy had always been emotionally smart, he could easily recognize when people were in distress or angry (or at least, most of the time) but it took him quite some time to figure out he had a crush.

When he had first met you it had been a pretty average experience for him, at least as average as meeting the self-proclaimed future king of the pirates could go. By the end of the same day you were already on the Going Merry bonding with those who would quickly become your new family.

Talking with Luffy came easily to you, it was like smooth sailing, but for some reason, over time, Luffy started to feel different during your chats. He started to notice little things that he would usually pass over, like the way your voice got more high pitched when you talked about things you were passionate about and how during that same time you would move your hands around a lot to emphasize what you were saying.

Your hands.

His skin had always been rubbery since he ate the gum gum fruit, but yours looked so smooth and malleable, as if he could just smash his face into you and stay there waiting for your skin to mold around him. And talking about smashing his face into things he was very curious about smashing his face against yours, he had seen Sanji try to do it at the last island they had been at (and failed, the woman had given him a smack with her purse before walking away), and had since thought about it.

But those were all things you would want to do with your friends, right? The moment it really had hit him was one night right before dinner. He was sitting on his usual spot at the front of the ship when he heard his name being called behind him.

He turned around and there was you, standing with a plate on your hand and smiling, oh so warmly, at him. The setting sun made your skin shine in golden light and he thought to himself that if he were to drown and you were a fish in the sea he would follow your glow to the surface. A smile slowly spread itself in his face, all his feelings clicking together inside his brain, and before you could react you felt a pair pf arms wrapped around you and a body slamming against you with immense strength, knocking the plate of food right off your hands.

But for once Luffy couldn't be bothered about the food, you were in his arms.

Zoro

There had been something bothering you for quite a while about the swordsman of the straw hats crew, his indifference.

At first you had thought he was just shy, but the way he would fight with Sanji and scream at everybody all the time had proved you wrong. Then you had thought he hated you for no apparent reason, but once again, if he did indeed hate you he would most likely fight with you the way he did with the cook. So the final diagnosis was the simplest one: he was just indifferent about your presence on the ship.

And that bothered you.

Call it pride or daddy issues, but the feeling that you had to prove to him that you were not just some sort of side character was just too strong. So you did what seemed like the smartest choice, tried to become his friend.

Zoro had been slightly bothered by your advances at first since they included chatting with him (which stopped him from taking his daily nine-hour nap) or getting his attention in the middle of his workout.

The change was almost imperceptible at first. It started with him noticing your presence, everytime he heard your steps approaching him or felt your warm hand on his shoulder using him as a mean of sitting down without falling. Slowly but surely noticing turned into expecting, expecting your afternoon visits and going as far as getting disappointed if you didn't showed up; expecting for you to show up while he was training so that he could show off his skills only to hear you praise him for his strength.

Zoro knew he was falling for you, but despite how much he told himself that having a crush would be useless, and only keep him from achieving his goals, he couldn't help but hope you would be there every day to talk to him even when he never gave you long answers.

The day he realized that there was no turning back you had fallen asleep on his shoulder, he had only noticed after a while when you didn't talk his ear off (he loved hearing you and everything you had to tell him), he tried to sleep, but, when he closed his eyes, all he could focus on was your soft breathing, the way it caressed the skin of his neck, and the heat emanating from your face and seeping onto his body. He should had been training, but maybe staying there a little longer wouldn't hurt.

Especially when he could hear the way both your heart beats started to sync.

Sanji

The moment he fell in love with you? What do you mean? He was always in love with you, even before you two met!

But talking seriously, Sanji is widely known for falling in love easily so it really comes to no surprise that he fell for you when you first joined the crew (especially if you were a woman).

For all his swooning and doting Sanji had alway thought of himself as a composed person, but his whole idea fell apart the moment you entered the kitchen. There had been something about you that he couldn't quite place, something that made him feel as though the entire universe had stopped and that everything that had happened in his life up until that moment had been with the sole intention of him meeting you. Even before you said a word to him, while luffy was still excitedly presenting you to everyone, your eyes had found his and he had felt his soul melt inside of him.

He had walked up to you and held your hands while he fell to his knees, he told you he loved you without remedy and that breathing without your presence felt like inhaling thorns but that he would gladly do it if it meant he would see your face eventually.

You had smiled at him, a smile that could bring the sun itself to shame from how bright it was, and then, then...

Then Nami hit him im the head and told him to leave you alone.

So yeah, Sanji had known he would love you from the moment he met you. But it was the small things, the everyday things, like sitting with him while he washed the dishes, or talking between meals and telling him off for smoking, that cemented the idea that, maybe, the universe had been written only so that you two coul meet.

✶✧✶✧✶✧✶✧

Taglist: @ellelowthere

[chaoticshifter18]

My NON shifter friend shifted and she's in shock

I've openly talked to my friends about shifting for the 4 years I've been in the community, and they've always been skeptical but respectful about it, so it shocks me how my friend just told me she shifted the other day.

She says she woke up at 4 a.m and couldn't fall asleep back again, so she just went on tiktok and scrolled for hours, apparently listening to paranormal stories and that kind of stuff that only pops up on your fyp at 4 a.m (nothing about shifting btw). Without realizing it, she fell asleep, and she says she woke up in a place that looked nothing like her place.

She immediately thought "Am I in a sleepover?" "Whose house is this??", but the room she was in didn't look familiar AT ALL.

She says the walls were paper white, and there wasn't much furniture except for the bed she was in, a nightstand next to her, and a closet in front of her. The closet had a mirror, so she saw her reflection and noticed she was wearing her usual pijamas.

In that moment, she proceeded to touch everything and freak out about how unbelievably real everything felt. She touched her hands, her face, got on her feet and stomped on the floor... Every single thing she did just felt WAY. TOO. REAL. Her surroundings, her own body...

Guys she swears with her life it wasn't a dream.

The realization hit her, and she came by with the idea that she might have shifted. Out of her mind, she got out of the room and explored a little bit of the house. She says the house was huge and felt really modern and expensive.

As she was traveling through the corridors and getting down the stairs she couldn't help but freak out again and again. She couldn't believe it. And to make things worse, when she reached the ground floor, a group of people approached her and greeted her as if they knew her.

"Hey, did you sleep well?"

"Look who just woke up!!"

And she was like "Excuse me, who are you?". (She just thought it, she didn't say it)

Suddenly, a guy came by and KISSED HER, a guy she hadn't seen in her entire life, and he said:

"Darling, are you okay? What's wrong?"

That shocked her, but she just told him she was fine and says she got away from there as quick as possible.

In the living room, one of the walls was completely made out of glass, so she could perfectly see that they were in the middle of the forest and it was nighttime.

Since she didn't know where the hell she was and the situation was just TOO MUCH to handle, she proceeded to walk around the house in awe, and she says she did that for about FOUR HOURS.

Four freaking hours just staring at everything in denial and avoiding everyone.

At some point, she could't stand it anymore and layed in a couch with her eyes closed to try and shift back, but no matter how hard she tried to visualize her room and this reality, she kept opening her eyes to that damn house.

About to cry, se got up, went to the kitchen and sat down, she stayed there for a good hour just zoning out, and at some point, she says she heard her alarm (her CR alarm, cause she had to go to uni).

She claims she didn't even realize how or when it happened: in the blink of an eye, she was back at her CR, sitting down in her bed with her eyes WIDE OPEN and her heart racing.

And that's her storytime...

I feel sorry for the stress she went through, but this just proves to me everything that needed to be proved as my friend was the number one person to believe shifting's just lucid dreaming.

Thanks for reading and happy shifting!! <3

[joeybrr9]

Part 1 - Espresso

Summary: Aurora reflects on her past relationship struggles while she still continues to write new music

Warnings: None

a/n: I know this part is super short but I was so excited to get it out. Joe should make his first appearance in the 2nd or 3rd part. Super excited for this story!!

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“I feel like I should use this photo. The baby blue dress really makes my lip color stand out.” Aurora mindlessly said while spinning around in her studio chair.

“No, you definitely need to use the dark blue one. It’s aesthetically pleasing to look at it. See.” Sydney held up the two photo options while Taylor and Aurora analyzed them deeply. 

“Dark blue”

“No, baby blue. Look at how it makes her face look. It’s obviously better”

“Listen to me, dark blue”

No, you’re not listening to me-”

“Guy’s stop, I actually need help. This is just making it worse. I need this album to be huge so everything needs to be perfect.” Aurora had enough, everything over the past few months had put her over the edge. While writing her album emails i can’t send fwd: Aurora met her now ex boyfriend, Paul Mescal. The two were together from spring of 2022 to spring of 2023. It was easy to say, Midnights was Aurora’s breakup album. Only to make it worse, the entire breakup was public. There were hundreds of photos of Prince and Mescal fighting on the streets of L.A., even more of Aurora leaving restaurants teary-eyed and makeup half gone. The paparazzi also didn’t mind hunting her down while she would go on walks right after their split. Moral of the story, Aurora knew she couldn’t stay in L.A. forever. It had become too painful.

"Hellloooo, what's wrong with you. We were just having fun" Aurora just realized that both of her friends were staring at her oddly and Sydney was sitting on the armrest of her chair.

“I don’t know, I need everything to be perfect. I feel like I haven't been able to enjoy this writing process for my next album.” Aurora couldn’t help but remember what happened last time she released an album. “I’m afraid people will react the same way they did with Midnights. I put my entire heart into that album and all people could see was him.”

“I know how badly that affected you, but people are always going to have something to say. Aurora, you were nominated for a Grammy last year. I don’t care what anyone says, you write amazing songs with deep emotion. That’s what any artist does.” Taylor always knew what to say when Aurora couldn’t get out of her head. Taylor was right, Aurora has been nominated for not only one but two Grammy awards last year. Aurora was nominated for Album of the Year for Midnights and Song of the Year for “Anti-Hero.” 

The feeling when Aurora won her first Grammy for Album of the year was something she won’t forget. While her speech was absolutely terrible, she stood up on the stage blabbering trying not to cry. She knew she needed this feeling again; this was the goal with her next album.

“Soooo, did you guys wanna hear the single?” Aurora smirked up at her two friends. They all burst out laughing, the tension in the air broke like ice. “Okay okay okay, move, I’ll play it but you have to swear you won’t tell my manager I did. He would kill me. I won’t even play it for him yet.” Aurora said while giggling and moving over to the control set. She put on a headset to hear her first single loud and clear. Sydney and Taylor were sitting right behind her on the couch waiting patiently, kind of.  

“Okay, be honest. If it’s not single material you have to tell me. Especially you Taylor.” Aurora looked over her shoulder. Inside every part of her body was nervous. This was her entire life right her put into a 3 minute single that people would listen to on the poolside. 

“Yes we get it. Now fucking push play or I’m gonna kill you” Sydney kicked her legs up resting them on the table in front of her. These three girls had been friends since they met at a party two summers ago. The three of them had been inseparable since then, always seen on red carpets together. 

“Just do it, what’s the worst thing to happen? They don’t enjoy the song.” 

“Okay. Here’s my first single. You’re listening to the hit of the summer, Espresso.”

[cyb-by-lang]

Cascade (part 10)

Wherein the fight with the serial killer continues.

bit of a delay there, whoops.

Stain dodged the attack, rolling under the worst of the fire and avoiding the radiant heat. 

Before he could attack again, Midoriya was on him. He pivoted around the Hero Killer in a move stolen straight from Bakugō to keep himself in the man’s blind spot, slamming a fist down into the back of man’s knee. There was no audible snap, but it forced Stain to fold down to the ground unless he wanted to see ligaments tear. 

And then Midoriya ducked backward, almost three meters away in a blink and out of range of Stain’s sword. 

Stain pursued. 

“Iida, get her,” Todoroki hissed, snapping Tenya back to his senses. 

And if Tenya’s engines hadn’t strained to breaking during those first vital moments, he could have dragged Gekkō and Native to the street in an instant. Instead, he lurched toward Gekkō and dragged her across the asphalt with apologies spilling out of him like blood. 

“It’s fine, Iida-kun,” Gekkō managed, still as limp as a discarded doll. Based on how long it took Tenya to get control of his body again, she’d be unable to assist them until the fight definitively ended one way or another. 

But Tenya was able to move now, which had to count for something. 

Then the thought struck like lightning. 

“Todoroki-kun, Midoriya-kun, his Quirk activated on Native before I was affected,” Tenya called to his classmates. “Stain’s Quirk has a time limit!” 

“By that logic, there’s some factor we aren’t seeing now,” Todoroki said, over the sound of ice and fire blasting through the battle in turn. Every time Midoriya darted for the roofs to avoid his opponent, Todoroki tried to cut off Stain’s advance with either obstacle type. “Midoriya, did you hear that?”

“If it’s not just time,” Midoriya said as he dangled from a fire escape, “then it might have something to do with amount of blood?” 

“I-I don’t know,” was what Native had to offer. Given the bloodstain on the front of his costume, he likely hadn’t realized there was trouble until Stain had already sliced him open. 

“Iida-kun,” Gekkō interrupted with a hiss, “get me on my s-side. Now.” 

Tenya’s immediate response was a denial. First-aid lessons from years ago made their way into his head and screamed. “Gekkō-kun, if you’re injured—”

“I am,” Gekkō said, enunciating with more care than Tenya ever heard from her, “going to throw up—” 

Tenya hurriedly twisted Gekkō’s shoulder so she was halfway onto her side, with her legs remaining utter dead weights. That left Gekkō’s body heaving, but she just kept breathing while the fight went on. She shuddered her way through what might have been an actual panic attack, though Tenya lacked an expert’s eye. 

And even if he did, he couldn’t make the judgment before there was a sudden cry of shock from the other end of the alleyway. When Tenya looked up, Midoriya was on the ground in an awkward, half-toppled crouch. As though his body failed him halfway through his next step. 

Stain, meanwhile, was in the middle of pulling his lizard-length tongue back into his mouth.

“I think,” Midoriya said in a shaking voice loud enough to carry, “it’s not about the amount of blood! It has to be some other factor. Quick: What are your blood types?” 

“Clever kid,” Stain said, his voice carrying in the sudden silence. 

“I’m type B,” Tenya heard Native say behind him. 

“Type A,” Tenya heard himself say.

Then Midoriya must have gotten barely a nick and taken note. Tenya’s friend was a blessing in many ways, but in this particular case he was also going to be Tenya’s first heart attack. He couldn’t leap to his friend’s defense with Gekkō still helpless at his feet. 

“Put my hands together,” Gekkō croaked. Her eyes were shut when Tenya looked down, brow scrunched and something faintly trailing from the corners. Tears wouldn’t be visible in the dark. And when Tenya hesitated, she snapped, “I don’t need to move to use my Quirk!”

[fairyniceyeah]

💎🍊‘Cause you’re my flower

Title from Flower (SEVENTEEN)

Summary: Jihoon returns from the studio only to find a sick Seungkwan in the bathroom.

CW: emeto

Sickie: Seungkwan Caretakers: Woozi/Jihoon + Jeonghan

Jihoon sighed as he pulled the front door of the dorm shut behind himself. It was nearing four am and he was tired. The whole team had a free day tomorrow - well, today - and Woozi had decided to work long with Bumzu in the studio so he could actually also spend time with the other members without being stressed about music production. 

So all he wanted was to quickly wash up and then sleep in until lunch, with the free afternoon greeting him. 

After taking his outer clothes off, he tip-toed through the dorm, hopefully not waking any of his dorm mates. He tossed his bag into a corner of his room and grabbed his pajamas to change into. He desperately wished for a shower but it would have to wait, he didn’t want to face Seungkwan’s wrath, Hoshi’s annoyance and Jeonghan’s tirade about sleep cycles - again - if the sound woke any of them up. Besides, he was nice and wanted his friends to get a good night’s sleep.

However, Jihoon couldn’t believe his bad luck once he reached the bathroom and had to realize that the light was on, seeping into the hallway through the crack under the door. Why did one of them always have to pee when he came home causing him to having to wait in the middle of the night?

Defeated, Jihoon trudged back to his room, finding it too awkward to wait in front of the closed door. He’d hear the footsteps signaling a free bathroom soon enough. He idly scrolled on his phone, contemplating sending a “good night” to Carats on weverse but deciding against it, not wanting Seungcheol to know exactly how late he had come home. He may have told his leader that he planned to be back at two am at the latest.

One minute passed. Two. Three. Five. Ten. 

No footsteps. 

Why did they only have one bathroom per dorm? It wasn’t as bad as back when they had just debuted and sharing a bathroom with twelve people was the norm. Jihoon still shuddered when he remembered the night after Hoshi had accidentally drunk a non-lactose free milkshake. He did not want a repeat of that.

Jihoon yawned. Maybe somebody had just accidentally left the bathroom light on and he was waiting for nothing? It would explain a lot.

He gathered up his stuff and walked back to the bathroom, knocking lightly on the door. It was then that he realized that the door wasn’t completely shut but rather opened up at the tiny bit of force he used. No voice of complaint stopped him. So he had waited uselessly after all?

Mentally cursing himself and hoping he didn’t find one of the members asleep on the loo (exhausting schedules were exhausting), he pushed the door open fully.

💎

Immediately he froze on the spot. Whatever he had expected to see in the bathroom in the middle of the night after coming home from the universe factory, it wasn’t this. Maybe he should have with all the signs pointing at something being wrong.

Seungkwan was slumped against the wall by the toilet, looking all sorts of pale and queasy. His eyes were closed but he didn’t seem to be asleep. His arm was wrapped around his stomach tightly and Jihoon detected the slight stench of bile in the air. 

“Oh, Kwannie”, he whispered, dropping his clothes on the floor and rushing over to his dongsaeng. He knelt down beside him, knees hurting a bit from the harsh impact they made with the tiles, and placed his hand gently against the younger’s forehead, brushing the sweat-soaked fringe away. Seungkwan sighed at the cool contact and blinked open his eyes.

“Hi”, Jihoon greeted him softly, “not feeling good? You’re running a fever I think.”

The question was quite superfluous, it was clear as day that Seungkwan was feeling wretched. 

“Hyungie”, Seungkwan mumbled, eyes glassy and full of unshed tears. He didn’t say more, obviously exhausted.

Though he wanted to do anything but that, Jihoon glanced into the toilet, glad to see that Seungkwan had managed to flush. There was a small splatter of puke on the back of the seat but they could deal with that later.

“How long have you been in here, kiddo?”, Jihoon questioned softly, worry for the younger rising as it was obvious that even listening and holding a conversation was draining him.

“Dunno. I woke up at like two or something?” The poor singer had been alone in here for over two hours then. Though he couldn’t possibly have known, Jihoon mentally cursed himself for not returning home earlier. Seungkwan shouldn’t have been alone and miserable for so long.

“How often have you been sick? Do you think you’re done?” Jihoon needed a few more details before deciding how to go on. He really didn’t want having to call a manager if it turned out that the younger was seriously dehydrated or in general need of a doctor.

“Three, four times? I can’t remember”, Seungkwan mumbled, “hyungie… I really don’t feel good. My stomach is so sore and I’m still queasy.”

Seungkwan leaned forwards and for a second Jihoon was scared that he would get thrown up upon but then he had his arms full of shaking dongsaeng. Putting his dislike for unexpected (sweaty, germy) skinship aside, Jihoon hugged him tightly, knowing it was what Seungkwan needed right now. He wouldn’t deprive his sick member of any comfort he could have.

“Do you think we can go back to bed? You need some real sleep”, Jihoon suggested, rubbing Seungkwan’s back. “You can’t be comfortable here.”

“Can we take a bucket?”, Seungkwan asked hesitantly, face still smushed in Jihoon’s shoulder. 

“Of course”, Jihoon agreed, having planned to bring something just in case anyways. “Let’s get you up.”

💎

He could have easily carried the younger to his room but considering small door frames and closed doors, Jihoon decided against it. He stood up and reached his hands down, pulling Seungkwan up. The younger stumbled a bit once upright, falling against Jihoon. 

“Breathe”, Jihoon advised and then held him until Seungkwan seemed a bit steadier. Slowly they made their way out of the bathroom, one of Seungkwan’s arms wrapped around Jihoon’s shoulder and the producer holding onto his waist. 

Seungkwan walked slightly hunched over, not just due to their height difference but rather what Jihoon suspected was painfully sore stomach muscles. He glanced up at the dark hallway, illuminated only by the bathroom lights. Seungkwan’s room was at the far end, furthest away from the bathroom but the second biggest room. Jihoon himself had the room across from the bathroom, the smallest one, which he didn’t mind at all. He wasn’t home often enough to use the room, rather preferring to chill in the living room so he saw his members more. Privacy was what he needed in the studio, not at home.

The decision was easy. He wouldn’t subject Seungkwan to a hike across the dorm considering he might end up back in the bathroom sooner or later. Instead he opened his bedroom door.

“Hyung?”, Seungkwan whispered, confused. 

“Shh, it’s okay. Sleep here tonight. You’ll be closer to the bathroom this way.”

“Oh. Okay.”

Jihoon pulled back his blankets and had Seungkwan sit down on the mattress. He fluffed the pillow and then helped the younger vocalist to lie back, piling the blanket on top of him. 

“Do you want to drink a bit? Get hydrated?”, he asked, grabbing the bottle from his bag. Seungkwan looked reluctant but didn’t protest when Jihoon helped him sit up a bit to take a few sips. He pulled away sooner than Jihoon had hoped but later than expected, which was alright in Jihoon’s book. 

Seungkwan was already half asleep when he grabbed Jihoon’s wrist in his hand. “Stay, hyungie. Please.”

It was cute and Jihoon was only human. It was hard to withstand the Boo-charm. “I’ll be back as soon as possible. Let me fetch a few supplies, okay?”

Seungkwan hummed unhappily but let go of Jihoon’s wrist. He was asleep. It only eased the guilt a bit. In a rare fit of affection Jihoon brushed back his hair and placed a kiss against Seungkwan’s brow before leaving. 

💎

The first thing Jihoon did was grab the designated puke bucket from the cleaning cabinet. He loved Seungkwan but he also really didn’t fancy cleaning vomit off his floor. 

The next thing needing to be done was cleaning and disinfecting the bathroom. Jihoon was probably already doomed to get sick but there was no need to risk Jeonghan and Hoshi getting sick on top of that if whatever Seungkwan had was contagious. A big part of him hoped for food poisoning instead of the stomach flu but he couldn’t be sure.

Finally, after brushing his teeth, doing a bare minimum of cleaning himself up and changing into his pajamas, Jihoon was ready for sleep. It was close to five am now. Oh well.

He grabbed the fever reducers, the nausea medication and a thermometer off the “sick” shelf in the kitchen before returning to his room. Seungkwan was deeply asleep, curled into himself. He seemed peaceful though still really pale. Jihoon placed the supplies on his nightstand before taking a step back and contemplating his options.

When he had originally decided to put Seungkwan in his room, he had intended to just go sleep in the other’s room or on the couch. But it felt … wrong to leave his sick dongsaeng alone. Especially after he had used all his strength to ask for Jihoon to stay.

And what if Seungkwan woke up sick again? Jihoon didn’t want to accidentally oversleep it and leave him alone on the bathroom floor again.

Screw it. Jihoon stepped closer to the bed, lifted the covers and snuggled himself into the empty space beside Seungkwan. He held his breath as Seungkwan stirred a bit but then he settled down again, though not before subconsciously wrapping Jihoon into his arms like an oversized teddy bear. 

Oh well. If it helped Seungkwan to feel better, Jihoon wouldn’t complain.

💎

It was late in the morning when Jihoon woke up. At first he was a bit confused as he realized he wasn’t as alone in bed as he should be. A warm weight was attached to his back, an arm loosely wrapped around his hip. 

Then he remembered the events of the night, glad that Seungkwan had neither seemed to have woken up nor been sick ever since Jihoon had put him to bed. A glance at the clock revealed that it was close to 10am now. Well, five hours was better than nothing and Jihoon didn’t think he could go back to sleep anyway. 

He carefully detangled Seungkwan’s limbs from himself, stopping once he was in a sitting position to place his hand against Seungkwan’s forehead. He was still feeling warm. Jihoon sighed but decided to let the younger sleep for now. He needed it, deserved it. 

Careful not to stumble over the bucket, Jihoon got up and trudged to the bathroom. Once he did his business and finally had the shower he had been craving since last night, he walked to the kitchen. He was still rubbing his hair dry with a towel when he was hit by the amazing smell of freshly brewed coffee.

“Morning, Jihoonie”, Jeonghan greeted with a bright smile and held out a cup to him. There was already a splash of almond milk in it, just the way he liked it.

“Morning, hyung. Did I tell you already that I love you?”, he asked, inhaling the scent before taking a small sip. It was the perfect temperature, hot but not too hot. He sighed.

“Not nearly enough”, Jeonghan joked, “but I’ll take it. Sit down, I was too lazy to cook but I made some toast if you want.”

There was a quip on his tongue about Jeonghan always being too lazy to cook but Jihoon really didn’t want to make himself breakfast, so he just thanked him and sat down. Soon after a plate was slit in front of him and Jihoon hungrily tucked in.

“Long night?”, Jeonghan asked, raising his eyebrows, “when did you come home?”

“Will you tattle to Coups-hyung if I tell the truth?”, Jihoon countered, knowing his well-meaning hyung good enough to ask before. He had made that mistake a few times too often.

“Maybe”, Jeonghan said with a disinterested shrug.

“Well, in that case, I was asleep in my bed by midnight.”

“Fair enough.” Jeonghan laughed. “Soonyoung went to the gym like twenty minutes ago. If you want to join him…”

Jihoon shook his head. He still needed to tell Jeonghan about their sick maknae and despite the fact that Seungkwan would be in very good hands with Jeonghan, he felt reluctant to leave.

“Seungkwannie is sick”, he explained. Jeonghan’s head snapped up so fast that Jihoon feared for his neck. 

“What’s wrong?”, Jeonghan asked, “why didn’t you say earlier?”

“He’s asleep in my room at the moment. There was no need to hurry and I wanted to give you a few relaxed minutes before you start worrying. I found him in the bathroom when I came home, he had been throwing up. I think he’s running a bit of a temperature.”

“Poor guy”, Jeonghan muttered. And then: “Wait, your room?”

“He didn’t want to be alone.” Jihoon shrugged. 

“Fair enough. Did you give him any meds?”

“Not yet. I got him to drink a bit but he was basically asleep the moment his head hit the pillow”, Jihoon replied, “It’s just bad timing that it’s our free day. Did he have any plans?”

“I think he wanted to hang out with his sister. Sojeong’s in Seoul at the moment”, Jeonghan said, “I’ll let her know.”

“Thanks.”

💎

They decided to have a lazy day themselves, curled up together on the couch and waiting to see if Seungkwan needed anything.

Jihoon put on an anime on the TV, an episode he had watched multiple times. It was comforting watching something he loved again and again, already knowing what was going to happen. Jeonghan was on his phone mostly, texting back and forth with Seungkwan’s sister, Seungcheol and who knew who else. It was relaxed, it was nice. They both focused on their own things, happy with just the company and listening with great attention to any sounds coming from further into the apartment.

It was nearly an hour later that they heard a door opening and then footsteps. Jihoon quickly muted the TV and Jeonghan put his phone away, both of them turning around expectantly. They didn’t have the time to get up before Seungkwan stumbled into the living room, the bucket clutched to his chest.

“Oh, baby”, Jeonghan mumbled, jumping up to rush to their dongsaeng, Jihoon hot on his heels.

“I got sick again”, Seungkwan mumbled dejectedly and instantly Jeonghan took the bucket from his hands, knowing it was more than awkward to walk around clutching a receptacle containing your stomach contents.  

Instantly Jihoon felt guilty. He should have stayed with Seungkwan. But it was too late now. Instead he stepped closer and to all their surprises wrapped his arms around the shaking dongsaeng. “It’s okay. We got you now.”

Seungkwan relaxed into the embrace, letting his head drop onto Jihoon’s shoulder. “I don’t feel good.”

“I know, I know”, Jihoon said, cringing internally when his voice nearly sounded like a coo. It seemed to calm Seungkwan down and over the younger’s shoulder Jeonghan raised his eyebrow.

Jihoon threw him a glare. If you mention this to anyone you’re dead, Yoon Jeonghan.

But instead. “I’ll wash this out, hm?”, Jeonghan said, pressing a kiss to Seungkwan’s temple. “Jihoonie’s got you. Why don’t you sit on the couch, okay?”

“The thermometer and meds are on my nightstand”, Jihoon informed Jeonghan before he disappeared. Taking Seungkwan’s hand he tugged him to the couch. The maknae laid down slowly, clearly sore from the involuntary and awful stomach workout. 

Knowing very well that his reputation of cold-hearted hyung (okay, it didn’t really exist but he was not the comfort hyung) was done for and that Seungkwan would feel better that way, Jihoon grabbed a pillow, placed it on his lap and urged Seungkwan to rest his head there. 

“How do you feel now? Still pukey?”, Jihoon asked, playing with Seungkwan’s hair. 

“Sore. My stomach hurts. Head too. I don’t feel as nauseous as before but I also don’t feel good.”

“Sounds like a day on the couch, huh? Jeonghan already texted your sister, she says feel better soon and give her a call if you can”, Jihoon relayed the message. 

“Oh, yeah. Why do I have to be sick today?” Seungkwan pouted. 

“It just happens.” Jihoon shrugged. He truly wasn’t perturbed. Living together with twelve other people and with their lifestyles he had quickly grown unfazed by vomiting. Considering he was normally not the caretaking type, he often was tasked with the more unpleasant task of cleaning up. He wondered how that had suddenly changed. But that was something he could ponder at a different time. “Do you think you ate something bad or are we going to be sick soon too?”

“Dunno.” Seungkwan sounded teary, as if just the thought of accidentally infecting his members with a stomach flu was the worst thing he could imagine. He was truly a ridiculous kid, but also so very caring. 

“Okay, that’s okay”, Jihoon whispered, hoping to calm him down. He didn’t want to explain to Jeonghan why he had a crying dongsaeng on his lap. Besides, Seungkwan was dehydrated as it was.

They were silent for a moment, Jihoon still playing with Seungkwan’s hair, until Jeonghan returned, placing the cleaned bucket on the floor. He grinned at Jihoon but luckily didn’t say anything about the position they were in. 

Instead he crouched down beside Seungkwan’s head and asked gently: “We should take your temperature, is that okay? Maybe some meds afterwards?”

“Okay.”

Jeonghan helped Seungkwan place the thermometer under his tongue, then intertwined their hands as they waited for the beep.

“38.1°C”, he read off, disinfecting the thermometer with a wipe. “Sorry, baby.”

It wasn’t really surprising. Honestly Jihoon had expected a higher temperature but he was glad that it was just a low fever.

“Do you think you could take an anti-emetic and some fever reducers?”, Jeonghan then asked. “Maybe even eat a bit?”

If possible Seungkwan got paler at that.

“I can try the meds but I don’t think I can eat.”

“Tea, then?”

Seungkwan nodded reluctantly.

“Can I have a hot water bottle?”, he asked.

“Sure.”

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So Jeonghan was off again, to make the tea and get the hot water bottle, while Jihoon was tasked with getting Seungkwan upright so he could measure out the meds their hyung had left on the TV table.

Seungkwan preferred the liquid medications over pills for some reason but Jihoon wasn’t about to question it as long as he wasn’t asked to drink a hot pink, chalky substance. Seungkwan looked much more composed swallowing it than Jihoon had expected from the concoction.

By the time Jeonghan returned Seungkwan had attached himself to Jihoon’s side, resting his head on his team leader’s shoulder. He claimed it helped the nausea and the headache, so who was Jihoon to deny him the comfort?

Jeonghan placed a tray with three cups on the table, producing the hot water bottle from his - Seungcheol’s - hoodie pouch and handing it to Seungkwan who immediately placed it against his stomach, his moan of relief almost comical.

Their oldest giggled and said: “Try to drink a bit of tea, Kwannie. You need some fluids.” He handed one of the cups to each of his dongsaengs, staying curled up on the floor and leaning back against the table behind him.

Seungkwan took a sip of tea and grimaced: “It’s bland. You know I don’t like herbal tea, hyung.”

“You’ve been puking. There is no way I will give you sugary fruit - or even worse - black tea. Your stomach is messed up enough already, no need to add to that.”

Seungkwan pouted a bit but ceased his grumbling. 

He had barely drunk half of the tea when his eyes continued to slip shut and Jihoon had abandoned his own tea some time ago in case he needed to catch a falling cup. 

“I’m so tired”, Seungkwan mumbled.

“You’re sick”, Jihoon pointed out, wrapping his arm around the younger, “and you’ve been up all night puking. If anybody has the right to be tired it’s you.”

Jeonghan hummed in agreement, also putting his tea away. “How long were you up sick anyways?”

“Woke up at like two? Dunno how long it was until Jihoonie-hyung came…”

“I came back at around four”, Jihoon replied and instantly regretted it as he saw the twitch in Jeonghan’s eyes. “You tricked me using Seungkwan! This is unfair. Please don’t tell Coups.”

“Hm. No, I think I will.”

Jihoon sighed, rubbing his face. 

“Can you argue about this later? I wanna nap”, Seungkwan complained sleepily. 

“Yeah, sorry”, both of them instantly said and within seconds Jihoon was trapped under sleeping dongsaeng.

💎

Jihoon was woken up by something suddenly moving on top of him. He hadn’t intended to fall asleep but he wasn’t too sad about it. 

“Hyung?”, a voice whined.

Shit. Seungkwan. 

Instantly Jihoon was wide awake. It had been Seungkwan scrambling to sit up what had interrupted his slumber. 

The younger was nauseously bent over the bucket, halfway to falling off the couch. 

“Oh, baby”, Jihoon mumbled, instantly placing his hand on Seungkwan’s back and reaching down to lift the bucket into Seungkwan’s lap. The younger would just strain his back if he threw up bent over like this. 

Jihoon looked around but he couldn’t spot Jeonghan. He supposed Seungkwan would appreciate the second eldest’s gentle care more than his grouchy team leader but they had run out of time. 

Seungkwan gagged dryly a few times, spitting out saliva. A wet, disgusting sounding burp brought up a wave of stomach contents, splattering against the inside of the bin. 

Jihoon helplessly patted his back and used his other hand to hold onto the bucket so there was no risk of it falling should Seungkwan’s white-knuckled grip falter. “It’s okay, you’re gonna be okay. Breathe.”

It didn’t help. Though he seemed to give everything to fight it, Seungkwan gagged again and a rush of vomit fell from his lips.

Jihoon couldn’t help but wince. The brownish, chunky liquid was nasty to look at and the putrid smell was even worse. The only thing that kept him from running away was the knowledge that Seungkwan was living through what Jihoon just had to see, hear and smell. For his dongsaeng he could hold on.

But, for the life of him, Jihoon didn’t understand how his hyungs didn’t feel the urge to run away the moment one of their dongsaengs said anything about nausea. From now one Jihoon would stick with clean-up again.

Luckily, after one last retch Seungkwan seemed to be done. He was panting over the bucket, a speck of vomit on his chin, but he was much less green than before. 

“You done?”, Jihoon asked, surprised by how rough his own voice sounded. He cleared his throat.

Seungkwan didn’t seem to notice the action but nodded in response to the question. Quickly Jihoon put the bucket down and pushed it away with as much force as he could be sure it wouldn’t tip over. 

💎

“Oh dear, did you get sick again?”, Jeonghan suddenly called from behind them, voice high with worry. “We just stepped out for five minutes…”

Jihoon and Seungkwan turned around to find Jeonghan and Seungcheol coming in from the balcony. While he wasn’t surprised by the leader’s presence, considering that Seungcheol was always close to a sick member, he couldn’t help but be confused as he hadn't heard him come. Maybe Jihoon had been more exhausted than he had originally thought. 

“Yeah”, Seungkwan mumbled defeatedly. “I thought it was over…”

“Let’s get you cleaned up before we worry about that, okay?”, Jeonghan said gently, holding out his hand to the younger. “How does a bath sound?”

“Heavenly.” Seungkwan perked up a bit at that. And then his ears turned a bit red as he asked: “Can Jihoonie-hyung help me?”

Jihoon seemed to be the only one surprised by the request. Neither Jeonghan nor Seungcheol batted an eyelid. 

“I… yeah, sure”, he agreed. 

“I’ll clean up in here”, Seungcheol said and then leveled Jihoon with an unimpressed glance. “Once you’re done, Jihoonie and I are going to have a long talk about sleeping and work habits.”

Jihoon gulped.

Masterlist links: Fairy's Full Masterlist Fairy's Masterlist - SEVENTEEN

[yours-etc]

12 Days of Steddie-Mas

Day 1:

I’ll Have A Blue Christmas

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The fresh snow crunches under his boots. Flakes fall from the sky, sticking to his hat and shoulders and eyelashes. A cloudy of mist fans out from Steve’s mouth when he gasps as he slips on a patch of ice. He grips the flowers tight in his hand as he regains his balance, the box of cookies he had falls from his grip and onto the ground. Luckily it stayed closed and the cookies mostly intact when he peaked in.

“God damn this fucking snow!” Steve exclaimed, kicking the white fluff in frustration. He loved Indiana, but Jesus Christ, he was so sick of Midwestern winters.

The cemetery is empty besides Steve, the headstones, and whatever ghosts of Christmas were lingering around.

Steve finds his was to the plot he was looking for. He lays out a blanket so he doesn’t have to sit directly on the cold ground. He takes the now dead and frozen old flowers from the small vase and replaces them with the poinsettias he brought.

“Hey Mom,” he breathes out, tracing the words Roasanne Harrington Loving Wife, Mother, Sister, and Friend.

“Sorry it's been a while, you know how I hate the cold,” Steve laughs out the second half, “But you always loved Christmas, so I had to come celebrate.”

There’s no response from the stone, but Steve doesn’t mind the silence.

“This isn’t the first Christmas without you, but it’s definitely the one that hurts the most,” he starts, “because I can almost pretend to be happy. There are moments where I forget you’re gone. And then there will just be a second, usually when I’m lost in thought, or when I’m watching everyone laugh, I just think about how much you’d love them all. I’m sorry you never got to meet them, my new family I guess you could call them. You would love Robin, she reminds me of you. Her love of the holidays, her sense of humor, the way she looks at the world,” Steve sucks in a deep breath trying to stop himself from crying, tears pricking at his eyes, “Oh mom, you would have adored her.” He loses his battle with his emotions. Tears flood from his eyes and sob shudders through his body.

“I’m sorry we never got to patch things up before you left. It- it felt like there— there for a moment, at the end— we were getting close to being able to. I think after the wedding we both realized how much we missed each other. And I want you to know I don’t blame you for sticking by Dad,” Steve didn’t acknowledge the headstone to his left that had his father’s name on it.

“You loved him, and I’m sure, at some point, he was good. It’s hard to let go of things sometimes.” Steve swipes away his tears with the back of his coat sleeve. He didn’t need them freezing on his lashes.

He opened the box of cookies and took a bite of one, “I never can get them to taste the same as how you made them, I’m convinced you purposefully left out an ingredient on the written recipe.”

Steve giggles as he remembered how protective his mother was of her recipes. He quite literally could not get his hands on them till she died. And like hell was he going to let Aunt Katie take them. They were more valuable than anything left to him in the will. After the accident Steve was left with a big empty house and a stack of note card recipes.

He sold the house and laminated the cards.

With the money from the old place, he was able to but his own quaint little home. With three bedrooms and two and a half baths, Steve had finally found a home. It was a fixer upper on the outside of town, but he needed a project to keep his mind busy.

He threw his heart and soul into painting the walls a soft cream color and tearing out the drab carpet to be replaced with ward hardwood floors and redoing the front porch to fit some chairs and a swing.

He had help from Dustin, Robin, and of course Eddie— Steve played with the ring on his finger at the thought of him— but the brunt of the work was done by him.

He wanted to make his dream home. And so he did.

On the day him and Eddie moved out of their shared apartment with Robin, lots of loving tears and hugs were shared and promises of a dinner party as soon as the house was properly set up were made.

The house was a bit empty at first. They only had enough to fill half an apartment, and now they had much more space to grow. Wayne had made them a kitchen table with four chairs as a house warming gift. More tears were shed that day when he dropped it off.

Slowly but surely they filled their home with cozy couches and pillows, music, and photos of their life.

Steve didn’t need to turn around to know the footsteps approaching behind him belonged to his husband.

Eddie leaned down to give him a warm kiss on the cheek. Steve leaned into his warmth, not realizing how cold he had gotten.

“Ready to go?” Eddie asks softly, “We have to pick up little Robbie from Chrissy and Robin’s before heading to Wayne’s for dinner.”

Steve nods and grabs Eddie’s outstretched hand to help him up off the ground.

Eddie gathers up the blanket and shakes it out before bundling up under his arms. He makes a swift dramatic bow to Rosanna’s stone, “Mrs. Rose, looking as gorgeous as ever,” He doesn’t look to the left, but throws up a middle finger to Robert’s grave, “Mr. Harrington, hope hell is awful as always.”

Steve laughs at his ridiculousness before giving his mom’s stone a small kiss. Leaning his forehead against the cold rock he wishers, “You really would have loved little Robin, she reminds me of you more and more everyday. Maybe I’ll bring her next time.”

He stands to his full height and walks over to Eddie lacing their fingers together and give their hands a squeeze. Eddie squeezes back. The two of them walk back to Eddie’s new mini van, which is “totally just as metal as the old one, Stevie.”

The radio plays Christmas music as they drive off to pick up their daughter from her first ever annual Auntie Christmas Eve Eve sleepover. And in the moment Steve feels content and maybe a bit lighter.

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HAPPY DECEMBER 1st!!

Throughout the month I will be posting 12 different Steddie Christmas/Winter themed ficlets!! Just short little things to bring on the Holiday fun. Now I know this one was a bit sad… I promise there will be Happy ones too!! Anyway I hope you all enjoy <3

Day: 2

[shouyuus]

can i be nosy and ask your vi wips 👁👁

ahhh there's a... a lot LOL so. uh. just -- let's... go? let's GO? i did a poll recently to see what ppl would be interested in seeing posted first; and then obviously i posted the thing that ppl were LEAST interested in seeing bc i am a #Rebel (mom, it's nOT a pHase) sldkfjds but i can break my wips down into three categories: "i actually have something written", "these r just ideas floating in the ether", and "this is an ask i got that i want to expound upon" so here we go: (things in bold are working titles!)

"i actually have something written":

bunny: in which vi goes to babette's and finds her childhood friend there; light angst and smut ensues (this is the one im working on most "consistently" right now)

beautiful, beautiful, beautiful: drabble in which reader calls vi beautiful

take a pic: reader thirsting over vi's back (this comes from a few asks actually)

"these r just ideas":

nepobaby/inventor!reader x vi -- in which vi gets roped into showing reader around the undercity and quickly realizes that you're way more than meets the eye

mage!reader who's being used by the piltover council for her powers over the arcane (that to the best of their knowledge doesn't have a repercussion; i mean other than the fact that it causes her pAIN) and vi's assigned as her enforcer "watcher"/guard; dark, stockholm syndrome, power dynamics, vi being conflicted about the blatant abuse of power at play in piltover

vi having sensitive nipples

vi having a thing for your neck

vi teaching you self defense

vi with a kinda exhibitionist thing

slow hands: vi realizing u have a hand/arm/shoulder kink

you're the first good thing vi gets stuck on: fluff and angst kinda

highschool!au where u and vi meet in detention (??? question as to whether or not i'll actually write this LOL)

"this is an ask/req that i got": (these are just things i have in my askbox i find interesting, i might or might not write all of them!!)

xmas decorating w/ vi

jealous, one two three: vi fucking the jealousy out of childhood friend!reader

eating vi out as she deserves

vi sleeps in nothing but boxer shorts (this is the shirtless sleeper vi anon pls everyone send ur praises)

slow sex w/ strap!vi

vi getting addicted to making u squirt after discovering ur a squirter

morning sex w vi

subtop!vi w older reader

hugs n kisses w/ vi

vi being into hyperfemme women who might leave her for a man (based off of a few tiktoks lol)

double ended dildo w/ vi

desperate, needy (jailhouse?) sex w/ vi

wife!vi hcs

barista!vi and tattoo artist!reader ("tell me, pretty, how many espressos will it take to pay for this ink?" "how about you just take me out on a proper date instead?")

being vi's prison wife (i had to look up what prison wife meant yall)

pulling on vi's grown out hair from s2

vi with an s/o who's quiet during sex

vi getting jealous of ppl staring at your at your workplace and fucking it outta you later

college roommate!vi x thigh riding

vi's different laughs

college rommate!vi reacting to reader getting drunk and flirting with another girl in front of her

toys that vi would use (besides a strap)

reader saying something wild during an argument and short circuiting vi's brain

more college roommate!vi (lmfao yall pls)

reader meeting college roommate!vi's fam

how vi college roommate!vi would react to someone being an asshole to reader

reader getting quiet/colder after college roommate!vi brings home another girl hookup

sitting on top of college roommate!vi when she's lifting (based off a twitter fanart)

college roommate!vi teaching you how to vape

admiring college roommate!vi's back tattoo, and then realizing she's got no shirt on actually (this might be meshed with the take a pic drabble above)

how vi would react if you had an audition tomorrow

ANDDD THAT'S IT FOR NOW. holy shit LOL i didn't realize how many there were until i listed them all out like that

thankfully a lot of the asks are just gonna be like shorter headcanons, but i do wanna write a few longer pieces for some of them as well :)

[crownofgildedlilies]

late nights

pairing: aizawa x reader summary: Shouta really ought to expel whoever told Eri that Santa comes every night in December... wc: 3.7k event masterlist

Rarely did you ever see Shouta Aizawa after dark.

It wasn’t that he was an extrovert to begin with, you knew, but somehow it became even harder for you or Hizashi Yamada to drag your friend out to pretend to be social after he took on the caretaker role of little Eri. You were pretty sure it wasn’t healthy for someone to spend such little time with who he probably considered his best and only friends, or maybe he was drowning in responsibilities attached to teaching Class A and training Eri. 

You were honestly a little worried about him.

Or maybe you were just overly sensitive to the number of times you saw Shouta in a day because of your embarrassingly immense feelings for your fellow UA teacher.

Nights were a struggle. They were long, and cold, and lonely—they let your mind wander to unimportant things, like whether or not Shouta was joining everyone for dinner the following night to celebrate Yamada’s successful launch of a school-wide news broadcast—and you had tried every trick in the book to calm your mind enough to finally fall asleep. 

The teacher’s dormitories at UA were more like individual apartment units, with a common area furnished with couches, a television, and several computers for when you couldn’t separate yourself from your work. 

Deciding that if you were going to be awake, you might as well be productive, you wrapped a blanket around your shoulders and shuffled out of your unit and into the common area. Once in the hallway, you heard the faint sounds of a television playing softly in the otherwise silent night. 

Must be Vlad, you reasoned as your slippered feet padded towards the couches. He had a similar habit to you of staying up far later than he should, and the blinking 12:01 on your alarm clock you checked before retreating from bed told you that he was likely to be the only one you were going to run into. 

“Santa?” A tired, tiny voice called out through the darkness.

Eyes adjusting to the darkness and minimal light coming from the television—an old Christmas special you remember watching a few times as a child—you spotted the source of the voice. Small head peeking out from over the back of the couch, little Eri was staring at you with wide eyes. 

“I told you,” A gruff voice you’d recognize anywhere replied to the small girl before you had finished processing what you were looking at. “Santa comes one night in December. The twenty-fourth.”

Shouta.

“Not true!” Eri, as sweet a child as she was, was still only a child. Which meant she grew more whiny the more tired she got. And from the exasperated sigh Shouta let out, you realized both of them were probably very tired.

“Sorry, honey,” You cooed, moving closer towards the couch and trying to avoid looking at Shouta, who dropped his head back against the cushions at the sound of your voice. “But Mr. Aizawa is right. Santa only comes once a month.”

“But Deku’s friend said—!”

“And when I find out which of Midoriya’s friends told you Santa comes every night, I’ll have one less student on my roster.” As you rounded the couch to stand in front, you had to bite your lip to keep from laughing at the stressed out look on Shouta’s face, the bridge of his nose pinched between two fingers. 

“Stop it.” The command left you in a snort, and you settled gently onto the couch opposite Eri while still wrapped in your blanket. You’d known Shouta long enough to know he was just talking tough, but he’d never expel a student for anything less than their own good. “You adore those kids.”

“This is the fourth night in a row she has refused to sleep because she’s been so excited.” His voice was even as he finally turned to face you overtop Eri’s head, and you could see the exhaustion in his eyes. At least, more pronounced than usual. “Trust me, I don’t adore them that much.”

You snorted a laugh, and Eri giggled, though you were certain that she didn’t know what was so funny.

“Right, well, grumpy—” You sent a playfully teasing look to Shouta in an attempt to make the young girl sitting between the two of you smile. A personal goal of yours from the moment you had met her. “Eri is probably just overtired at this point. C’mere, sweet girl.”

Opening your arms, you gestured for her to climb into your lap. In the months she had been at UA, you’d spent a considerable amount of time watching over her when Shouta had classes or other business he couldn’t bring a child too, which meant you had earned her trust—something you very much valued. 

Eri let out a yawn as she settled into your arms, sitting sideways in your lap and resting her head against your chest. You could feel Shouta’s eyes watching your every movement, but you pushed aside the threat of a blush and focused on slowly rocking her from side to side. 

“Turn it off, will you?” You hummed quietly, nodding your head in the direction of the television still playing the holiday movie. When Aizawa made no move to reach for the remote, you lifted your gaze from Eri’s face to see what was holding his attention and found that he was already watching you. “Shouta?”

“Right,” He snapped out of his trance, leaning forward to snatch the remote off of the coffee table and turn the television off without further distraction. 

Silence finally settled over the room, and it only took a few minutes longer for Eri to finally fall asleep in your arms. Even still, you waited an extra moment before nodding to Shouta that you had accomplished his goal of getting her to rest despite her excitement. 

“Thank you,” He breathed, scrubbing a hand over his face in exhaustion. You offered him a smile and tried to think about anything other than how warm your face felt in the dim room. “I know I shouldn’t indulge her in staying up so late, but after everything she’s been through…”

“I get what you mean,” You murmured, and with the hand that wasn’t supporting Eri’s back, you reached out and squeezed his arm. “I did a lot of the paperwork regarding Overhaul, remember?”

You had been sick to your stomach for weeks after you found out just what the young yakuza head had put the poor girl through, and you hadn’t even been part of the team that took part in the raid to rescue her. You understood what Shouta meant when he said he couldn’t bear to take the excitement she felt away.

Even if it meant she was staying up until midnight every day in December, falsely waiting for a Santa Claus that would only come once a year. 

“I should get her to bed, finally.” Shouta stood from his end of the couch, and you carefully sat up taller to transfer the slumbering girl from your arms to his. 

“Next time you can’t get her to sleep,” You start in a soft voice so as not to wake Eri, and Shouta pauses in his retreat to his rooms to turn and look at you. It takes a moment to remember what you planned to say, your focus briefly knocked off kilter by the full force of his attention. “Knock on my door so I can help.”

“Are you sure?” There was an edge of hesitation in his voice, though you could tell he didn’t like the idea of bothering you so late at night. But he was too rational to think he could do it all himself, especially with all the responsibilities he took on. 

“Of course,” Smiling as bright as you could, you tried to assure him that you were fine with possibly being woken up at midnight. But if it was to help Eri, help him, then you would suffer a few late nights. Despite his initial reluctance, you watched more of the fight leave him in the subtle sag of his shoulders. “I wouldn’t have offered it if I hadn’t meant it.”

“Alright,” He agreed, adjusting Eri in her arms so that her head laid more comfortably on his shoulder. “Goodnight, then.”

“Night, Shouta.”

And if your eyes followed his retreating figure longer than what was probably polite, it was no one’s business but your own.

Despite your worrying the previous night, Shouta had shown up to Mic’s celebration dinner the following day. 

Eri had been in tow, though she had been the one tugging Shouta into the restaurant by the hand, excitedly cheering that she wanted to sit between you and Zawa. You had readily accepted Eri’s request to sit beside you, and spent the dinner fluidly entertaining the young girl and holding conversations with your friends around the table. 

And maybe it was your imagination, but you could have sworn you felt Shouta’s attention falling to the side of your face on more than one occasion in the evening. 

“You look like a little family!” Mic teased towards the end of the night, clearly having over indulged in the wine on the table. 

“You look like you’re going to need a cab home,” You had fired back, sipping the water in an attempt to cover the heat threatening to warm your face. Your comment distracted the table, earning you laughter and good natured jeers towards Mic, but Shouta remained quiet. 

And you knew you weren’t making things up when he seemed determined to look anywhere but you for the remainder of the night.

You were still throwing a pity party for yourself hours later, back on campus and in the safety of your assigned room. It was nearing midnight, your clock told you, but your eyes were far from heavy and your mind was still running wild with ideas for the next day. 

Then came the knock. 

Two knocks. 

You hated how quickly you grinned, knowing what those two knocks meant. You hadn’t expected him to use the deal you had created so soon, but you weren’t going to back out of it as you padded softly through your apartment towards the door. 

Swinging it open, you were wholly unsurprised to see a wide awake Eri cradled in Shouta’s arms, his face darkened with exhaustion. 

“Happy Christmas!” Eri cheered once she saw you, and despite the late hour and her refusal to sleep on time, you couldn’t help but smile at her excitement. So unfamiliar for her. 

“Merry Christmas, and you should be asleep by now.” You gave her a pointed look, though any reprimanding you attempted was far overshadowed by the smile on your face. Shifting your attention to Shouta, you gave yourself a moment to take in his appearance on your doorstep. Dark hair disheveled from trying to put Eri to bed, tired eyes laden with exhaustion to the point that you worried he might pass out standing. “You should be asleep, too.”

“She’s refusing, again.” He explained, shifting his attention from you briefly to glare playfully, lovingly, at Eri. The sight made your chest warm, and your smile softened from one of amusement into one of adoration. “I wouldn’t ask, but I have training with Shinsou early in the morning, and I can’t stay up with her.” 

“You don’t need to give me an explanation, Shou,” You rolled your eyes with a tease, reaching out to take Eri from him. She came easily, and though she clearly was forcing herself to stay awake, you could tell by the way her head fell to your shoulder that she only needed some gentle urging and she’d fall asleep. 

You looked back to Shouta, expecting him to be preparing to leave with Eri settled in your arms, but you found him looking at you instead. 

Eyes slightly wide, hands clenched in fists at his sides, mouth pressed into a firm line. The expression could be misconstrued for annoyance, but you knew Shouta better than that. He was watching you, holding Eri, with an expression that was entirely too familiar.

You could have sworn he was looking at you the same way you usually looked at him. 

“I’ll see you in the morning.” Shouta, seeming to regain his focus again, cleared his throat and dropped his stare from you. “Thank you for this.” 

“You don’t have to thank me,” You reminded him, but he only pinned you with a final look, like he was trying to chastise you for not accepting his gratitude the same way he tried chastising Eri. 

Not that it really worked on either of you. You both knew how much of a softie he really was. 

Eri shifting around in your arms brought you back to reality, and with a final glance at Shouta’s retreating figure, you closed your apartment door behind you. With a pointed look, you frowned at the young girl.

“Time for bed. Santa isn’t coming tonight.” You reminded her, and she sighed like she knew her games would only work on Shouta—not you. Like the previous night, you settled on the couch with her in your arms, rocking side to side gently. 

“Can I ask you a question?” Her tiny, tired voice replied, and though you considered that it might only be a distraction to stay up a bit later, you relented. 

“Only if I can ask you one after.” 

“Why did Zawa’s face get all red when he said I was coming here?” 

“I’m not sure,” You fight the flush threatening to climb up your own neck at her innocent words. You didn’t think that Shouta had it in him to blush, but hearing that he so obviously did—to the point where Eri noticed—was hard to comprehend. You needed to change the topic. “My turn. Which of Deku’s friends told you about Santa coming each night?”

“The lightning one.” She replied through a yawn, rubbing at her eyes. 

Denki Kaminari. 

“Ah,” Your lips curved up into a grin. If you had guessed, you probably would have thought it was him. “For his sake, don’t tell Mr. Aizawa that.”

“Okay.” Eri smiled sleepily before snuggling into your shoulder. You knew you needed to get her into the spare bed she was taking over for the evening, but you were enjoying her sweet company. “I like spending time with you. And Mr. Mic told Zawa he’s not as grumpy when you’re around. I think so too.”

Suddenly, any attempt you were making to not freak out over what the sweet girl was saying became nearly impossible. You just hoped she wouldn’t go back to Shouta and tell him how red your face had gotten.

“I like spending time with you, too.” You decided on answering with, hoping that it was enough to settle her curiosity.

You’d have to yell at Yamada for putting ideas in Eri’s head later. 

And Denki Kaminari, too. 

After a week of Eri staying up far too late, you and Shouta decided you needed to put a stop to it. The sweet girl had been so tired even Mirio had mentioned that she seemed grumpy and out of character. Eri needed to go to sleep at a reasonable time and in her own bed. 

Which brought you to your current predicament—trying to convince yourself that your heart wasn’t going to beat out of your chest as you sat on the edge of Eri’s bed and twisted to face her, Shouta standing directly behind you. 

Mic had teased you and Shouta about playing house on more than one occasion. If he had seen you then, both tucking Eri into bed, you wouldn’t be able to convince him that you weren’t. 

“Santa only visits good girls who go to bed on time. Do you want me to tell him you haven’t been listening?” Shouta tries to use ration against Eri, and if it weren’t for the look of horror on the young girl’s face, you would have laughed. Instead, you jammed your elbow back and into the muscle of his thigh in reprimand.

“I’ll be good! I’ll go to sleep!” Eri hurries to clamber under the covers, and while she’s distracted, you shoot a glare over your shoulder at Shouta. 

You nearly do a double take when you find him grinning down at you, arms crossed and clearly amused at the situation. 

“Remember what we talked about, Eri.” You try to hide your grin at Shouta’s teasing by turning back to the child you’re supposed to be tucking into bed. Adorably, she has the covers pulled up to her nose and her eyes screwed shut so tight her face is scrunched up. “Santa comes once a year, and only when you’re asleep.”

She keeps her eyes shut, and nods stiffly. 

“Good girl,” Shouta hums, clearly satisfied that she isn’t refusing to even get in bed like she had for the entire month so far. “Now, sleep.”

She nods again, and you press a palm over your mouth to keep from laughing. You stand as gently as you can before slipping out of the room silently. 

Suddenly, you’re standing in front of Shouta as he closes the door soundlessly. You’re too close, or maybe not close enough, in the cramped hallway with only a few inches separating you. It’s a little exhilarating, having to tilt your head to look up at him while he studies you just as closely. 

You think, distantly, that you’d like to kiss him. 

“Stay for a drink?” He murmurs, and you’re not sure if it’s to keep Eri from overhearing or to not burst the quiet bubble surrounding the two of you, but you’re positive that you don’t care either way as long as he keeps looking at you as intensely as he currently was. 

“Yeah, okay.” You agree, hating how you sound a little breathless. 

It’s not your first time being alone with Shouta, but in all the years you’ve known him, it’s never felt so intimate before. Maybe it was because it was the evening, or that you had worked as a team to tuck Eri into bed, but something had shifted between the two of you.

Something had been shifting. 

You followed him into the kitchen where you climbed onto one of the stools sitting at the island counter. It was silent as he opened the fridge to pull out two beers, and it was still silent as he opened one of the cans and handed it to you. 

“Thank you for this.” His words carried through the kitchen as he settled onto the stool beside you, and you knew he meant more than just staying for the drinks. 

You twisted on the stool to face him, your knees pressing into his thigh and head propped on your fist. He didn’t turn to face you, but you could tell he felt the weight of your stare in the way he held his can between his hands, how he pushed his thigh back against your knees in both acknowledgement and acceptance of their presence. 

“You take care of so many, Shouta. Who takes care of you?”

You hadn’t meant to ask that question. Not really. But it had always been on your mind. He gave his all to those around him; Yamada, his students, Eri. 

He took care of you, too. Offering to stay late to help you grade or plan, helping brainstorm ways to push your students to the absolute maximum of what they were capable of. 

“I guess I’ve never thought about that.” He answered over a sip of his beer, and the honesty in his voice nearly cracked your heart open. 

You wanted to take care of him.

“Shouta,” The call of his name finally earned you the prize of his attention, and you didn’t hesitate as you leaned forward to press your lips against his gently. 

At first, it was only a desperate need for him to know how much you cared for him that had you acting. Kissing him was the only logical conclusion to those feelings, a final attempt to show him how much he meant to you without tripping over the words you had never been able to force out. But when you felt Shouta kiss you back? When you felt the fervent press of his lips just as urgent against yours?

His hand, cold from the can he had been clutching so carefully a second before, curved to the side of your neck with his thumb notching just under the side of your jaw. A possessive touch, and one you absolutely could get used to. Leaning even further into him, you set a hand on his leg to balance yourself between the two stools. 

But somewhere between Shouta pulling you even closer by the hand on your neck and his tongue swiping across your bottom lip, you managed to hear tiny, sock-clad feet pad into the room. 

“I thought I heard bells!” 

You shot away from Shouta like he electrocuted you, one hand shoving at his chest to separate the both of you despite the act being seemingly impossible only seconds before. Your chest rose and fell quickly, out of breath from both the shock of seeing Eri standing in the kitchen and what had just transpired with Shouta. 

“What did I say about getting out of bed?” Despite having been shoved from his stool, Shouta himself seemed relatively relaxed about the whole situation, and for the first time, you cursed his rational head. 

Except, in the dim lighting, you managed to spot the faint blush creeping up his neck. 

“No Santa!” Eri gasped, hands slapping over her mouth like she was in shock she had forgotten before she turned and ran back down the hallway towards her bedroom. 

Shouta shook his head in amusement, then turned towards you, a determined look in his eyes that almost made you shiver. 

“I’ll put her back down.” He promised. “Then we can talk.”

About the kiss. You flushed brightly just thinking about it, and you watched as the hint of a smile twitched in the corner of his lips. 

“I’d like that.” You murmured sincerely, and with a final glance to make sure you weren’t running off, he followed Eri down the hall at a much more relaxed pace. 

You pressed the tips of your fingers against your lips, still tingling even with Shouta in a different room. And for a moment, you considered that maybe Kaminari was right, after all. 

Maybe Santa came more than one night a year.

[mtsyik]

The babysitter and the babysittee♡

Chapter one: Meet Cute

This is my first time posting a story with many parts, so I hope that it is an enjoyable read! Reblogging is permitted, and please know that english is not my first language, so excuse any mistakes that I make!

Tags: 18+ satoru gojo x reader, babysitter!reader, babysittee!gojo, friends to lovers, one-sided pining, age-gap relationship, a whole lot of flirting, smut, mentions of drugs, angst, mentions of death, lovesick!gojo, engineering student!gojo, architecture student!reader

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The party is definitely crowded, to say the least. People making out in corners, the sounds of plastic tennis balls bouncing and people cheering, cause your eardrums to hurt. You're pretty sure you can hear someone vomiting in the backyard over the music.

All these people and you still can't find Yuna, who forcefully brought you here, with the false hope that you will end up with your tongue stuck somewhere else than those chocolate puddings you love so much. You told her it was a lost cause, that you have about 3 papers to write due the end of next month; she didn't budge. Which ultimately led you here, troubled and alone, bumping against every hormonal teenager without being one yourself. Maybe you are too old for frat parties.

You sigh as you finally find a door amidst the sea of people, hoping it wasn't some closet that doubled as a hook up spot. Luck must not be on your side, because the noises inside made you turn on your heel with a disappointed sigh (and disgust, who hooks up at a party full of people?) As you make your way outside. You make a mental note to check if your closet at home is being used a hook up spot when Yuna hosts her one-of-a-kind parties when you're away.

Freezing from the cold, the simple dress you had put on did little against the chill of January, and you hit your head with your palm as you realize that you had left your cigarettes in Yuna's (your) jacket. This night had been nothing but an emotional rollercoaster for you.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me right now."

You turn to your left, and notice some film majors smoking (what you hoped was just) nicotine, and made your way towards them.

"You mind giving me one?"

You thank them as they give you a cigarette from their pack, and you catch the name of the label, "leader".

The smoke wasn't awful, just really dry and almost made you cough a few times (picking up smoking after 2 years of quitting wasn't for the weak) but you guess it's better than nothing. You inhale the smoke and close your eyes at the feeling, trying to savor the somewhat quiet that engulfs your surroundings.

When somebody crashes into you.

You fall down dramatically, and wince at the throbbing pain of the hard concrete on your ass. This is so not the way you had planned for this night to go. It's like the universe doesn't even give you one moment of peace, with finals and the beginning of the new semester and your perfectionism together you have absolutely no time to do anything than stick your head in books. You've reached a point where not holding a 0.2 pen feels weird, but the cigarettes help with that. It's been SO LONG since you last hooked up that you can feel your virginity growing back.

You get up hastily and wipe your hands on your dress as three more guys appear out of nowhere to drag the one that crashed into you away.

"Choso what the fuck man! Is this you being able to hold him?"

"I am but one man! How am I meant to hold this mountain of a man?"

"Ma'am, are you okay?"

The scene in front of you is surprisingly hilarious, with three guys trying to get their friend to stand up while simultaneously dropping him to the ground so they can bicker about who's to blame. The one with space buns in his hair (choso, you realize) is waving his hands frantically to the pink haired guy that is obviously way too young to have beer stains all over his white shirt. You wonder if becoming 23 is when you started caring about underage drinking. You snap out of your trance when the third guy (possibly the most handsome out of the three) reaches out to grab you while asking if you're okay. He has his hair back in a ponytail, and his eyes, although slim, captivate you. His ears are decorated with all sorts of piercings, and if you notice how his mouth forms to speak, a little silver ball sits prettily on his tongue. You wonder what else can sit nicely on that tongue. You blink upon realizing the thoughts you are having about the 20yo guy in front of you. It's really been a while since you've hooked up.

"NOOOOO Geeeeto she is mine!"

"What the fuck!"

You almost fall back from the impact, and your eyes widen. The guy that literally crushed you with his body mass is clinging unto you for dear life as if you'll slip away. You try to push him off of you, but to no avail. What are they feeding 20 year old dudes these days?

"Satoru get off of her!"

"NOOO she is the- lob ove my lifeeeee"

"Get off of me man"!

Choso and one of the most handsome men you've ever seen attempt to get (Satoru? Why is that familiar?) off of you. You should be pissed off about the whole situation, you should be yelling at the man-child that has his claws on you like a hawk trying to protect their baby, you should probaply be super awkward with your cheeks flushed and your pupils dilated at the sudden affection from the stranger.

But surprisingly you are none of these things. That is until you glance down at your holy savior through life, the one thing that has never in the five years of knowing her betrayed you in any way; laying on the ground with her smoke slowly going out.

And now you are pissed.

"Can't a woman even smoke in peace these days?! What the fuck is up with your koala man?!"

"Listen I'm so sorry, I'll buy you a whole new pack i swear- Satoru get off the sweet woman!"

"Hey man, is there any way we could wrap this up? My mom wants me home by 1"

"You skipped laundry again? I told you man, you gotta help your mom out with these things"

"I F-fiiinalllyyyyy found youuuuuuu hic you are hic neveeeeeeeeer leavnggggggg"

The street lamp you've been under starts to flicker, together with the headache you've started to get from all the noise around you. And you feel something dripping out of your nose, maybe it's blood. Maybe this unfortunate situation has made you realize you have super powers - nope. It's just snot from the cold. You've watched Stranger Things too many times just for Steve Harrington. And now, with snot dripping from nose, the thought of you being curled up in your bed makes you relax a little bit.

Finally the nameless stranger drops to the ground from exhaustion, and oh that just means you fall with him with a loud thud. You are hoisted up from the drop-dead-possibly a Calvin Clein model if he wanted to- guy, (that surprisingly is the only one who seems to care about your well being) and placed on the ground and you finally can get a good look at the koala that has been harassing you.

Huh, if it wasn't for the most bothersome meet-cute of your life, you would find him incredibly attractive. White hair and even whiter skin, wearing a black sleeveless shirt that has you questioning whether you imagined his body warmth or not, and fluffy hair that moves where the wind is taking it. Not bad, not bad at all. But why do you have that nagging feeling in your brain telling you-

"Oi Satoru, why do you have to drink so much? Idiot, idiot, idiot. Ma'am, I am so sorry for the trouble he caused you. He usually, well, usually you would be the one bothering this pretty boy in front of us, no? Quite the charmer, isn't he?"

You glance at the man Mr. Worldwide Handsome is refering to. His mouth is open with saliva dripping out and he is snoring. You glance back up.

"What? How desperate do I look?"

"N-No, I didn't- damn they left"

Apparently the pink hair boy's mom is someone you do not want to get on her bad side, because he together with space bun boy had been gone from the moment they talked about laundry. My god. You are reminded of your mom and how her wrath still makes you scared to reject her advances for family dinners every once a week (even when you are too busy. You can never be too busy for family).

You grimace at your mother's voice in your head and bend down to grab your fallen comrade who was lost in the middle of the battle. After failing to protect her, the least you could do is offer her some peace in the trash can. You stop in your tracks at daddy-longlegs voice.

"well, alright. Here we go. You helping or not?"

'You've got to be kidding".

"Ma'am I'm sorry, but you think I can carry a 1,87 meter and 89 kilos man alllll the way back to my car, all on my own? I am flattered"

Okay maybe daddylonglegs was annoying you just a taaad much. Shame. It's always the hot ones.

"Oh, and I apparently look like the desperate version of She-Hulk or something? He is your friend, you can take care of him on your own!"

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And that's how you ended up at the backseat of handsome boy #1 holding down annoying koala fuckboy from turning in his sleep and chocking on his own vomit. Although you would rather him choke on it than coat you with it, but you don't share that information with the driver.

Geto, who you've come to find out does actually have a name managed somehow, (guilt, puppy eyes and using your pure heart against you) to convince you to drive him and where's-my-hug-at back to campus, after alerting your friend for you that he would be dropping you off.

(Yuna finally remembered you after forever and called you to make sure you're okay, but Geto snatched the phone from your hand to let her know that after some business he would be driving you home tonight. From the sounds of excitement that came out of her, you now have 2 people aware of how little you fuck.)

Unaware of your surroundings as you are clouded by thought by how easily you were convinced by a stranger to drive you back to his house with his drunk friend in the backseat, (wow dumb decisions don't just magically disappear after 23?) You are also unaware of the blue eyes that are set on you.

"Hey...hic yo..."

Satoru attempts to get up but is stopped by his own body weight as he is currently too weak against the mass power of gravity, and groans.

"hey your friend is waking up-"

"shhhhhh don't tell him....hic wanna-wanna be alone with youuuu"

Geto catches your reflection from the rearview mirror and smirks at how confused you are.

"aaa don't mind him y/n. He is usually a liiittle bit too friendly when he is drunk"

"shhhhh Geeto I wanna- wanna propose, man. You don't - I foun-found her man. Found her..." Both of his hands grasp your left one and caress it softly with his fingers. His palms are rough, you think. With callouses and tiny burns, slightly dry from the cold. The beautiful cream like color of his skin more than makes up for it though, and you find yourself drawn to the blue veins that run along the entirety of his arm and-god you really need to hook up.

"Does he usually fall in love with every girl he sees? I mean, not that I'm surprised. Look at me- but is this a common fenomenon? If so, I will be offended."

Geto smiles and shakes his head slightly before pulling the lever on his right to lock the car wheels.

"No. It's not"

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You sigh as you finally enter your room, freshly showered after a long night out. Yuna is still not back, so you have successfully avoided at least one torturous night of her asking for details about this Geto-guy. You put on your pajamas and shudder at the sudden cold that engulfs you when you remove the towel wrapped around your torso.

Your phone dings with a message and you lean over to see what it is.

@geto_suguru has requested to follow you

@geto_suguru has sent you a message

piercingguy: Hey, you home yet?

you: yes, I am. You didn't have to force me to give you my socials to make sure I get here, though.

piercingguy: Gojo says hi.

piercingguy: will tell him to follow you too, so he can keep an eye on you ;)

Your eyebrows furrow as another notification pops up

@satoru_gojo has requested to follow you

You furrow at the name, blinking three times as if to refresh your brain as to why it sounds so familiar...

and then it clicks.

That poor sweet boy you babysat for one summer is now a hot, handsome attractive idiot running around telling women that they are the loves of his life while simultaneously dropping them to the floor by his incredible body mass? All that while having so so incredible hands and being cute even while drunk and confessing his unyielding love right before he faints at the arms of his friend? That's the kind of boy you helped raise? An evil grin reaches your face.

Oh, now you can't wait for family dinner.

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Chapter two!

[psychoticallykind]

Jegumas Day Two - Cookies

1,277 words

Um, trigger warning for language.

@noblehouseofgay

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“I’ll kill it, Sirius! I’ll kill it and I’ll skin it and then I’ll turn it into a fur coat and give it to you for fucking Christmas!”

“You can’t kill a dog over Christmas cookies, you fucking Grinch!”

Remus and James turned to look at each other with wide eyes.

“You hide these and I’ll grab Sirius?” Remus supplied. James nodded quickly, taking the bags from his friend and opening the ottoman inside the hall closet. He moved quickly, listening as Remus approached the battleground.

“Hey, what’s - oh. Oh, okay.” Remus suddenly sounded a little stressed. “Okay, so this isn’t great.”

“You’re about to lose a dog.”

“I’m sure that’s very valid, but maybe we can just leave now, yeah? I’m sure it was an accident -”

“He let that dog come into my kitchen! Do you know how long those took? Do you?”

“Well, no - Sirius please don’t. No, Reg, I’m sorry about that. I’ll help you remake the cookies if you want.”

“I don’t.”

James shoved the ottoman lid on and shut the closet before quickly entering his living room. And then faltering for a second as he took in the absolute disaster he was looking at. “Holy shit.”

Remus turned to look at him. Sirius winced, standing against the wall with one hand firmly wrapped around Padfoot’s collar. Regulus gestured to the obvious mess around them. “Look what he did!”

“I….see it.” James tried to move past that as he crossed the room to his fiance. “It’s a bit of a mess, but maybe murder isn’t the best solution here.” He stopped in front of Regulus and took his hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it. “Blood is rather hard to get out of carpet, don’t you think?”

“I think it might be worth it,” Regulus grumbled, but he sounded slightly less homicidal than he had twenty seconds ago.

James moved to stand behind him, wrapping his arms around Regulus’s waist. “And who would we be killing this holiday season, exactly?” He was pretty sure they were still talking about the dog, but it never hurt to be sure.

“No one!” Sirius replied. He glared at his brother, clearly upset. James didn’t see Padfoot’s leash anywhere.

Regulus glared back. “The fucking dog. And maybe his owner.”

“You love Remus too much,” Sirius claimed.

“I wasn’t talking about Remus,” Regulus replied, eyes narrowing. “I’m talking about the fucking idiot who let the dog loose in the apartment while there were -”

“I didn’t let him loose!”

“Don’t interrupt me!”

“Then let me speak!”

Regulus shook his head, voice rising. “You don’t get to speak! You get to shut up!”

James winced. Remus stepped forward, bravely placing himself in the middle. “Reg, I’m sorry. Sirius is sorry, it was an accident and we’ll clean everything up if you want us to. Okay?”

“Don’t fucking patronize me.” Regulus moved to step out of James’s hold but seemed to realize what he was doing and stepped back again. “You want to know what I want right now? That’s easy. What I want to do is go and grab a fucking kitchen knife and make sure that thing stays the fuck away -”

“He’s not a thing -”

“I don’t care what he is! I know that he made a fucking mess of my apartment - of James’s apartment when his parents are coming soon and now there’s fucking frosting in the carpet because you were busy being a complete disappointment -”

“Regulus!” Remus snapped. Sirius had gone pale. Regulus fell silent, sucking in a sharp breath.

James pulled Regulus back, rubbing up and down his arms. “Okay. Reg, love, breathe.”

“I’m sorry,” Regulus whispered. All of the anger had drained out of him, and James could tell he was close to tears now. “I’m so sorry - I swear I didn’t mean -”

“I know,” Sirius interrupted him. “It’s fine, I get it. I’ll - um, we’ll take Padfoot home now. And we can clean everything. Or I will. I can - I’ll -” Sirius stopped, sucking in a sharp breath as his eyes dropped to look at Padfoot.

Remus moved in a way that looked automatic, pulling Sirius into him. “We can come back later, but right now we’re leaving. Reg, James, I’m sorry about the mess. Really.”

“It’s fine,” Regulus said quietly.

The apartment fell silent after Remus left, taking Sirius and Padfoot with him. James held on to Regulus, rocking slightly.

“I didn’t mean to.”

“I know.”

“He’s really upset.”

“So are you,” James replied softly. He turned Regulus around, lifting a hand to wipe at the slowly falling tears. “It’ll be okay. He knows you didn’t mean it.”

Regulus groaned, rocking forward to hide his face against James’s chest. “I’m sorry.”

“He knows,” James massaged through dark curls. “I know. It’ll be okay, love.”

“Over cookies,” Regulus grumbled. He leaned back with a sigh. “This was an overreaction.”

“Well.” James looked at his living room. “Maybe a little. I wouldn’t have suggested the whole ‘disappointment’ route.”

Regulus squeezed his eyes shut. “Oh, God. The carpet.” His eyes opened as he made a face. “It’s everywhere. There’s frosting, James. Smashed in the carpet.”

“Yeah,” James agreed. He took Regulus’s hands and started walking backward to the bedroom.

“What are you doing?” Regulus asked, following easily.

“We’re going to come this way. You’re going to take a shower. And when you come out, the mess will be gone, and we can have dinner and make more cookies.”

“We’re out of frosting. And eggs. And literally everything else we need for the cookies.”

“I’ll catch whoever happens to be at a store and ask them to help,” James replied. He was pretty sure Evan and Pandora were shopping nearby.

Regulus shook his head. “You don’t have to clean it all up by yourself.”

“I know that.” James made it through the doorway to the bedroom and kept going, leading Regulus to the adjoining bathroom. “But I want to. I don’t mind cleaning.”

“But it’s a lot,” Regulus protested. “And you weren’t even here when it happened, and then you had to come home and deal with me. That isn’t fair.”

“I love you,” James flicked the bathroom lights on and turned on the shower. “I’m not dealing with you, I’m being with you, and there’s a difference.” He kissed Regulus’s forehead, watching as his fiance softened a little. “Now please take a shower. Do you want me to lay out some clothes?”

Regulus pulled him down, speaking against his lips. “Please.”

James leaned into the kiss, but pulled back after a bit. “Shower, love. Decompress.”

“Okay.” Regulus tugged on one of his errant curls, pulling it straight before letting it spring back up. “You really don’t need to clean everything. I can come help.”

“Yes, you’re very capable,” James replied. “But I’ve got it.”

Regulus nodded, giving in. “Can we send some to Sirius? I didn’t mean to -” he winced, eyes dropping to the floor.

“I know, love.” James rubbed up and down his arms. “He knows, too. It’s okay.”

Regulus nodded again, but James knew he wasn’t fully convinced.

It wasn’t until later that the guilt finally faded from his fiance’s eyes. Later, once James had cleaned the mess and Remus had brought Sirius back over, and the brothers had disappeared into the bedroom for half an hour to talk.

When they came out - Regulus curling into James’s lap and Sirius collapsing beside Remus - they shared the new batch of cookies.

And not a single death threat was made, which James privately considered to be a Christmas miracle.

[oimitocat]

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wc. 670 | a/n; mueheh i’m so impulsive | m.list | coming friday dec. 06,2024

“you’re quite the handsome man, are you a friend of heesung?” grandmother lee asks.

you stare at the elderly lady, eyes narrow. “you could say that.”

she smiles, placing a cup of coffee in front of you. you watch the steam before gently taking it, bowing respectfully at her in thanks. heesung sighs, sitting next to you on the small couch.

“mrs.lee, i’m working with heesung in your case, i had a question to make.” you say decisively.

she looks at you with a startled expression. “oh! go ahead,” she smiles.

“has anyone threatened you about paying more in your bills?” you eye her, hands on the coffee mug. “on your rent?”

heesung looks at you annoyingly before facing his sweet grandmother with a soft expression. he doesn’t know why a knot forms in his throat when she stops smiling.

“yes… a man came in a few weeks ago, maybe even a month ago, saying i had to pay more. an absurd price….” she looks down.

heesung’s brows furrow. when did this happen? why hasn’t she told him? he naturally looks over at you, who has an indecipherable expression.

“and did you pay it?”

her eyes water, “i had to… he and his men said if i didn’t then they’d hurt my boys.”

“your boys?” you ask, unsure of who she means other than heesung.

“my best friend works with her, she technically raised us both,” he elaborates gently. “ma, why didn’t you tell me? is that why you told jay to-“

“you won’t have to worry about those men coming to threaten you anymore,” you say, eyes boring into her. “because i know they have.”

she nods, confessing the issue. heesung can’t believe this. his poor grandmother has been suffering from such goading. he won’t stand by it. with a kiss of reassurance on the forehead he sends her to bed, staying back to watch you go.

“so tomorrow, right?” he says as he guides you out the house.

the height difference is a little noticeable as you stand by the gate and look down at him. the street light casting a shadow on heesung from your frame. your eyes are intense, he realizes they always are.

“i’ll pick you up?” you smile, expression changing.

he’s unsure if it’s creepy or amusing. “uh, i’ll get there on bus. just send me the address.”

“it’s really far.”

“yeah.”

“you could get lost, it’s also really secluded.”

“okay.”

“it would be more efficient if i send someone to pick you up-“

“i don’t care! just send me the address! i’ll be there at 9 exact! don’t look down on me you piece of shit.” he huffs before spinning around and leaving you outside the house gates.

you smile as his figure disappears inside the house. it might seem you’ll get more than what you’re looking for.

“i can get there on bus.” heesung argues.

“do you really want to ride two busses to arrive? spend money you barely have?” you says gently.

he keeps walking, practically stomping, towards the bus stop. “you’re calling me broke?”

“i’m saying you should just get in the car. it’s suspicious to have me drive next to you while you walk.”

“no one is telling you to follow me! leave me alone!”

you sigh, leaning back into your seat. “lawyer lee… just get in. you look like an idiot.”

“you’re causing traffic!” he yells. he stops and looks over at you in the stupid car, “you’re the idiot!”

his eye ticks at how amused you seem. you have six cars beeping after you. a few leaving the lane to merge into the other. heesung truly has no idea why you’re insistent about him going with you. he looks over at your driver, who’s simply there.

“you’ll miss your stop at this rate and you’ll get there later,” you say while looking straight ahead. “i’m paying you for a steady shift, not to be late.”

heesung pauses. he straightens up, looking down at you who now won’t look his way. he’s not scared of you. he’s not intimidated either. so he angrily opens the door and kicks you further into the other seat to take up the one you were in.

and maybe he should be more cautious with his actions, after all, you are part of the mafia.

[beforeimdeceased]

CAITLYN “KILLSHOT” KIRAMMAN 🏀 PT2

basketball caitlyn x cheerleader reader

pt 1

smut, top!cait x bottom!reader

“be my date to this party my friend is throwing?”

you couldn’t say no, not that you wanted to, but you really did owe her. plus, you had nothing to do this weekend but homework and sulking rewatching the same episodes of the same show while stuffing your face with popcorn, so you said yes.

she told you she’d pick you up at 9 and you were ready by 4:30. the anxiety of the night twisting your stomach into pretzel-like knots. you take a small breath as you leave your dorm and walk out to the front. it was 8:59 but it seemed like she’d been sitting there a while. you hurry to the car and get in her passenger’s seat, hands placed neatly in your lap.

“you excited?” she asks. eyes focused on the road ahead. you let out a small “yes” before she turns her music up and you both sit in silence on the way.

you show up to a house you’d never been to before. there were a couple parties you attended, but never one quite like this. the house was huge, it had the kind of staircase that was shaped like a spiral. there were free drinks everywhere, and the music was blowing from a huge set of speakers. you saw a group of people in the corner smoking weed, and even recognized your cheermates mingling in the kitchen.

caitlyn grabbed your hand and led you upstairs where it was a bit quieter. she opened the door to a room all the way down the hallway where two other people sat sharing a bottle. “hello everyone, let me introduce you to my new friend.”

“the cheer girl. i recognize you.” one of them says and it makes you wish you could melt into the floor. “be nice, vi, it wasn’t her fault.” caitlyn sits next to her, pawing for a drink. “whatever you say, cupcake.” vi responds, giving her the bottle. caitlyn then passes it to you, and you take a large drink, knowing this night will be long.

the night went on smoothly after a couple drinks. you’d left the room to go to the bathroom when you found yourself back downstairs dancing against another basketball player to an rnb song. you closed your eyes, feeling the music.

after thirty seconds you could feel someone pull you aside. the figure drags you to the bathroom before your vision clears and you realize it’s caitlyn. “what’s the matter kiramman?” you furrow your brows.

she seems angry, the type of angry people try their best to hide. you could see her face turning red and her knuckles turning white. she nearly talks between gritted teeth.

“why the fuck were you dancing with that witch?”

you take a very loud gulp. turning yourself around to face the mirror. her hands are at both of your sides so you can’t slip away, and you can feel the anxiety start to sober you up. “who was i dancing with? is there a problem with dancing?”

you can feel her growing angrier with you, her dress just above her knees. her heels making her tower over you. she turns you around and places a firm hand under your chin. “there’s a problem when you’re dancing with maddie and you came here as my date.”

suddenly you feel flush. your body growing weak under her gaze. that was caitlyn’s ex. how could you have not known? how embarrassing. you open your mouth to apologize, but instead, feel a push on your stomach. caitlyn steps back as you run over to the toilet and hack up a mixture of whatever you’d been snacking on to calm your nerves earlier today. she put a hand on the back of your head and began to shush you.

“i think it’s time for us to go.”

you couldn’t believe you were apologizing once again to caitlyn. how many mistakes were you gonna make to piss her off? she hushed you as she ushered you out of the house, sitting you in the passengers seat. five minutes into the ride you were fully sober, and realized you were not headed back to your dorm.

caitlyn pulled into the parking lot of her apartment, then opened the door to help you out of the car. you both silently walk up the stairs hand in hand until you reach her door. she unlocks it and you both walk in. all the lights are off except for a dim lamp in the living room and some leds in the hallway.

she slumps on the couch and you sit next to her. another apology falling from your lips.

“i’m so-“

“sorry? you’ve been incredibly sorry the last few days, but things don’t seem to change, huh? you keep embarrassing me.” caitlyn interrupts.

you feel your heart sink and your eyes begin to water. it was true, you just kept making mistakes. you were sure you’d be the topic of discussion tomorrow. caitlyn’s date dancing with her ex? how much messier can things get?

“i promise i’ll make it up to you.” you start as you notice her beginning to take her jewelry off. she unbuckles her belt and slips off her short black denim jacket. “oh yeah?” she asks, stretching her neck. you get closer to her, hands reaching out towards her face. “i’ll give you a massage. i’ll do your taxes. please…i’m so sorry.”

she leans in closer to you, a smirk on her face as she grabs yours a pulls you in for a kiss. you feel your heart beating faster, hands growing sweaty, as if the wind had been knocked out of you. her lips were so soft you melted into them. tasting hints of mint on her tongue.

when you pull away you catch a glint in her eyes. the way she’s looking at you now is far different than earlier. she bites her lip, pulling her hair out of her face. “you really wanna make it up to me?”

you nod your head, and she’s on top of you, straddling your waist as she kisses down your jaw to your neck leaving marks on your chest. you close your eyes, melting into her touch. the pleasure causing you to push your legs together. shallow breaths come out as she notices and begins to spread them apart with her knees.

“fuck.” you whine, feeling exposed. you were wearing an oversized shirt as a dress with nothing but tights underneath. she grabs at them, ripping a hole around your heat. when you open your mouth in defense of your tights, she shushes you. “i’ll buy you more.”

she then tugs your underwear to the side and latches her tongue onto your heat. mouth pushed into you as if you were running away. which you were, squirming under her stomach twisting pleasure. you could feel it in your thighs and your arms. the way her tongue twisted against you. her mouth sucking up your slick.

and as if that wasn’t enough, she inserted her middle finger, pulsing at your g spot. it causes you to cry out her name. “ca- caitlyn.” you whimper. she pulls away for a second to look up at you. beautiful blue eyes piercing through yours. as you open your mouth to say something else, she inserts another finger, cutting you off.

your back arches as you try to take it like a good girl. hands digging into her couch while you buck up into her mouth. her grip on you is tighter now. one hand fucking into you while the other wraps itself around your thigh pulling you in. you can’t help but cry out to her. feeling your climax approaching.

“fuck m’gonna.” you breath out. your hands tangle themselves in her hair, legs shaking as she has you seeing fucking stars.

you can feel the orgasm bubbling up when suddenly she pulls away from you, spitting on your cunt and sucking it back up before wiping her lips off with the back of her hand. she takes her fingers out, cleaning them with her tongue, and looks up at your poor pathetic face.

“now we’re even.”