#at the same time teasing me for not being good at calculating in my head... well... i wonder how that misunderstanding came up lmao

[irritablepoe]

they are terrible for this you have a problem and told them and they make fun of you? that is mean as fuck people who are supposed to care about you should want you to not feel horrible but maybe the friends feel badly for you with that look? like sympathetic?

yeah, but i'm... well not okay with this exactly, but i'm glad that they're respecting these boundaries at least. i'm used to being made fun of though lol, i'll take that then ig

and yeah my friends definitely feel sympathetic towards me, though probably don't know how to react bc they don't quite understand? which again is fair, these thoughts are irrational after all (at least the feeling dirty and scratching/hitting part, though this has probably resulted bc of me not establishing boundaries much earlier where i started to feel uncomfortable with it, which is a valid thing to feel ofc but didn't realise at the time)

[cutehoons02]

Mission: Don’t fall in love with the campus superstar

University series: Heeseung Jungwon Jake

*pairing: pervy campus superstar Jay x barista Girl

*trope: grumpy x sunshine

*synopsis: What would happen when the captain of the university baseball team as well as the campus superstar comes to work in the university cafeteria with you? Jay is the superstar of the campus, he has the pressure to be the captain of the Baseball team but at the same time he tries to produce music and study instead you are the classic girl who does not want to have distractions and who spends the days studying and working; but Jay is a storm of emotions and even the most tender girl can not not give in to his flattery.

*tags: fluffy,humor,Jay loves to tease the protagonist, the protagonist does not bear much Jay, kisses, Jay is a green fleg, unprotected sex (don’t horny ppl), masturbation, (f.m receive it),fingering,pet names (sunshine,good girl) (rockstar), jealosy,+16

(English is not my native language)

9.9k (🎸)

The university cafeteria was full as always at eight in the morning. The smell of freshly ground coffee mixed with the chatter of students, newly baked brioche, and people’s chatter gave a sparkling energy that Y/N found strangely reassuring in that place. She loved working there despite the intense shifts. There were always interesting people to watch and his boss was incredibly patient with his experiments of milk art and various coffees customized for the different seasons.

That morning, however, her quiet rhythm was abruptly interrupted.

Jay Park entered the cafeteria as if he were the protagonist of a movie. Dark sunglasses - despite being indoors - and a leather jacket laid carelessly on the shoulder. A sports bag was hanging from his right hand, while the left one was slipped distractedly into his jeans pocket. His walk was slow, and calculated, as if he were aware of the glances that turned on his way.

<< That’s Jay Park, right? >> whispered a group of girls near the bar, holding their breath as he passed.

Y/N recognized him. How could she not? It was everywhere: on social media platforms, in the posters of university sports teams, and even in his roommate’s TikTok feed, who did nothing but watch his videos wherewith his collection of electric guitars every day posted some cover and with its charm made millions of views.

"Great," you thought, rolling your eyes.

Jay approached the counter and took off his sunglasses with a theatrical gesture, showing his deep eyes and an expression that seemed to say: I’m here to save the day.

«Hi, I’m looking for the person in charge,» he said, his voice low and full of confidence as he stared at you from head to toe. You looked at him, trying to keep a neutral expression. "It’s on the back. But if you’re here for free coffee, I don’t think you should try."

Jay bowed his head, a smile that seemed half amused and half irritated. «I’m not here for free coffee, sunshine.»

"Oh, sorry, the rockstar is talking to us, common mortals?" You said, crossing your arms.

The nickname made him stop for a second, before his smile came back, more arrogant than before. «Interesting. You always have this personality... or are you just angry because your day started before me or maybe you woke up on the wrong side of the bed?»

"On the contrary," you said, with a fake smile. "I love getting started early. It gives me more time to put up with guys like you."

Jay laughed softly, shaking his head. «This job will be fun.»

Just then, your boss came out of the back, wiping his hands on the apron. 'Jay! Perfect, you’re here. Here’s your uniform.'

«Uniform? Uhm...sure I must put that subspecies of robe over my sweaters or sweaters» he repeated, raising an eyebrow.

Tried to hold a laugh when you saw his expression change, but his security cracked for the first time. The boss handed him a cream-colored apron from the coffee shop with the logo in the center.

' Welcome aboard,' said the chief, then he turned to you. 'Y/n, why don’t you show him how it works here? Today he will pair up with you. You’re always the best at making new people feel comfortable, take it under your wing'

You felt the smile slide from your face. "Wait, with me?"

Jay turned to you with a smile that was both a grin and a challenge. «It seems we are partners, sunshine!»

Jay was an impossible presence to ignore. From day one, you were committed to showing him everything there was to know about the café:

How to use the coffee machine, the correct way of blending milk, where the ingredients for the cakes were, and even how to handle the most complex orders.

But, of course, Jay had decided to make your task much more difficult.

«So I have to press this button to make coffee?» he asked, the tone full of innocent curiosity.

"Exactly," you replied, with infinite patience. "Just press that button and the machine will do it all by itself."

Jay looked at you and tilted his head slightly. «It seems easy. Are you sure even a rock star like me can do it?»

"Well, if you can play a guitar solo without missing a note, I think you can handle a cappuccino," you said, crossing your arms.

Jay smiled, the kind of smile that he knew was irresistible. «Interesting. So you’ve been watching my videos?»

"I didn’t say that," you replied quickly, blushing barely. You watched all his videos as a little "stalker" to understand why the girls were obsessed with him while he was playing those guitars that would cost more than your parents' various salaries of their whole life. You didn’t understand much about electric guitars but the covers were nice and some famous artists had even put back his videos, but surely the girls did not look much at how the music played but who played it, Every time Jay recorded a video, he was beautiful, sometimes he looked like a nerd with glasses, other times with a Ralph Lauren shirt that made his muscles stand out, Other times he played with sweatshirts of the baseball team and others real rockstar with t-shirts of rock artists and his inevitable leather jacket.

«But you didn’t deny it, have you seen if I covered your favorite song?» he muttered, loud enough to be heard.

You puffed, turning to make an order, "I can not watch the hundreds of videos that place to see if you played my favorite song, I have no time to waste but surely you will not play it" felt that Jay was laughing behind you and It was unbearable.

Days passed and, at each turn, the cafeteria seemed to become a tourist attraction for all the students on campus. Girls Y/n had never seen before suddenly showed up with bright smiles, flawless clothes, and demands that were far too complicated.

' A double latte macchiato with almond milk, vanilla syrup, and a dash of cocoa, please said a girl with a mellow voice, leaning against the counter to attract Jay’s attention.

«Immediately» he replied, with a smile that would melt even the most cynical heart.

But when he turned to make the drink, you noticed that he had no idea how to start. As always.

"Jay, the almond milk is there," you said, indicating it with a nod.

He turned to you, leaning against the counter with a mocking air. «Oh, so help me now? I thought you were too busy hating me.»

"I don’t hate you," I said dryly. "I don’t have time for that. You’re just... annoying."

«Yet you are always ready to correct me» he replied, with that unbearable smile that made you want to throw the first container of milk at him.

The more days passed, the more you realized that Jay was good at everything - except for his real job. He made coffee now and then but spent most of his time flirting with clients, having light conversations, and... attracting an absurd amount of attention.

One day, while you were cleaning one of the tables, you noticed another familiar scene. Jay was at the bar, with a girl laughing too loud at a joke he probably hadn’t even finished.

When the client finally left, you approached her, visibly irritated. "You are aware that technically you should be working, right?"

«But I’m working» he replied, leaning on the bar with that relaxed air while preparing a cappuccino. «People are happy. The cafeteria is full. I would say I’m doing a great job.»

"Jay, don’t take me for a fool. Someone else is always preparing their orders while you’re doing the showman with any girl who opens that fucking door of this coffee shop."

Jay chuckled, his hand in his hair. «Are you jealous?»

"Why would I be jealous of you? Not."

«No, not me,» he said with a smile that irritated her beyond measure. «Smiles that I reserve for everyone but not for you, sunshine.»

You were blocked for a moment, you could not stand it anymore, why the absurd reason that fate had made you know such an arrogant and self-satisfied guy?

"Maybe if you smiled less, you’d have time to do something useful and commit to something that isn’t frivolous."

Jay laughed, a deep and relaxed laugh that seemed to make fun of you but at the same time made you feel comfortable. «I promise you that the next smile is only for you, sunshine.»

You stared at him, but the truth was that you couldn’t stop thinking about those words for the rest of your shift.

The cafeteria was more chaotic than ever, thanks to the Jay Park effect. But despite his annoying behavior, you couldn’t help but notice how good he was at making everyone else feel comfortable except you. It was like he was doing it on purpose like he was having fun challenging you every turn.

It was a morning like many others, and you tried to get to the classroom in time so as not to be late. Psychology of interpersonal relationships was one of your favorite subjects, but the professor had the annoying habit of closing the door as soon as the clock ticked and not letting anyone in.

When you finally sat down, putting your laptop and notebooks in place, you felt a movement behind you. You didn’t pay too much attention until a familiar voice that you had learned to recognize and couldn’t stand did not break your moment of concentration.

«Sunshine, what a coincidence to find you here.»

You looked up at the sky and sighed deeply, immediately recognizing the tone. You just sunflower, just to confirm what you were already afraid of: Jay Park had sat right behind you, with that arrogant smile that you knew all too well.

"What are you doing here? , don’t tell me you missed me already and stalked my schedule" you asked, narrowing your eyes.

Jay laughed and gave you a slight pinch on the cheek while smiling at you

«Pff, calm I have not stalkerized your schedules and I did not miss at all this is the course of psychology of interpersonal relationships» he replied, leaning on the back of the chair as if he were the master of the world. «Interesting course to include in my CV»

You stared at him incredulously. "You? Psychology? You don’t seem like the type."

«Why not?» he replied, crossing his arms with a grin. «Relationships are my field of expertise.»

"Ah, sure," you replied, sarcastically "Flirting with all the girls on campus counts as a sociological experiment, I’d be curious to know if at least one of these girls has you friend-zoned to stand down once?"

Jay chuckled, amused by your tone and this time he came perilously close to your face which was red with anger.

«I didn’t know you were so attentive to my... experiments and relax all my experiments have been successful!» and he winked at you.

You quickly turned around, ignoring him as the teacher started the lesson. But all the while, you could feel Jay’s gaze on you. And when, at the end of the lesson you got up to collect your things he was already next to you.

"What do you want now?" button, putting the notebook in the bag.

«I thought I’d keep you company until the cafeteria» he replied in an innocent tone, although the smirk on his face told another story.

"No need, thank you," you replied trying to get rid of him.

Jay, however, did not let himself be discouraged. «Come on, you can’t always be so serious. Living a little won’t hurt you, you know? Every time I see you, you’re always so tense and serious, it seems like you hate everyone!»

"What should I do? Live my life like you, you mean?" you said, stopping to watch. "Spending your days doing nothing useful, wasting time and money because you don’t need to earn it?"

Jay raised an eyebrow but remained silent.

"Not everyone has rich parents who can buy him everything. I cannot afford to waste time. I work here to pay for my studies, and it’s not easy, so stop acting like it’s all a game."

Jay’s smile flinched for a moment. «I’m not saying that he doesn’t work hard. I’m just saying that...»

"What?" you interrupted him in a sharp voice. "That I must relax? Do you know the difference between me and you, Jay? I don’t have the luxury of stopping. I have to do everything myself."

For a moment, silence fell between you. Jay looked at you with a different, almost serious expression. He did not answer immediately, and you took advantage of the moment to leave, leaving him there, motionless in the corridor.

That afternoon, the work shift started as usual. You were already in the cafeteria setting up the counter and preparing the first meals. But when Jay came in, something seemed different. He didn’t make his usual theatrical entrance, nor the usual tantalizing comment.

Instead, he approached you for the first time and looked into your eyes without the usual smile of defiance.

«Y/n» began, in a low and sincere tone.

"What is it?"

«I didn’t mean to offend you before,» he said, scratching his neck and seeing for the first time a glimmer of sincerity and perhaps embarrassment from Jay?

«You’re right, I don’t know what it means to work so hard to get something. I got everything served on a silver platter and... well, maybe I act like it’s normal. But it’s not.»

You watched him, unsure of how to respond. "It’s not a contest, Jay. I don’t want sympathy or excuses. I just want to do my job without someone making me feel like I’m wrong or being arrogant with me."

He nodded slowly. «Understood. So... maybe today I’m trying to work. Show me what I have to do.»

"Really?" you asked, skeptical.

«Seriously» he replied. And this time he gave you a smile that seemed sincere.

The days at the coffee shop seemed to flow more smoothly after that candid conversation between you and Jay. It was as if a certain balance had been reached: he was more engaged in work and less in chatting or flirting with the girls, and you found the schedule that you had together of shifts even a little pleasant. Nevertheless, your interactions were not lacking in tension, with sharp lines and looks that said more than words.

One afternoon, during a break between shifts, Jay approached you as he was setting up some empty cups on the counter with a 32-tooth smile.

«Hey, did you know that there will be a baseball game tonight for the opening of the new academic semester?»

"So what?" you asked, and continued to tidy up the register.

«And so you should come» he replied, as if it were obvious.

You lie down quietly, shaking your head. "I don’t have time for this."

Jay tilted his head, pretending to be hurt. «Sunshine, you’re not saying you don’t want to support your... favorite coworker?»

"Favorite coworker," you repeated sarcastically, staring at him. "This is new."

«There will be the girlfriends of my friends and also the girlfriend of Jungwon who is your roommate, I promise you that you’ll have fun then there will not be 2 hours of leisure that would do you good» he looked at you with that smile that made everyone crazy but you wanted to say no.

"Thank you," you replied sarcastically. "But I don’t know if that’s the case."

«Oh, please, you have to come» insisted Jay, the slightly more serious tone. «It’s not just a match for me. It’s important. I’m trying to get noticed by some professional teams and you know better than me that my dream is to become a Baseball player and beat all the records»

That phrase made you stop for a moment. Despite everything, Jay had a dream. And you knew how important it was to pursue something that you believed in.

You finally let yourself be convinced - or rather Jungwon’s girlfriend forced you. Your best friend was excited to see Jungwon cheer for Jay and, of course, she didn’t leave you any choice.

The university stadium was full of screaming students, and the energy in the air was contagious. T/L immediately settled in the stands next to Jungwon, while you stayed slightly behind, trying not to look too out of place.

When the game started, Jay was a force of nature. Every time he hit the ball or made a strategic decision on the field, the audience burst into applause and screams. He seemed ready for the moment, with his natural talent and confidence radiating from every move.

'It’s amazing, isn’t it?' said Jungwon, looking at you with a smile.

' Admit it, you would never have thought he was so good.'

"Not bad," you admitted, though you avoided adding how impressed you were.

The game ended in a landslide victory for Jay’s team, and the applause was deafening. But as soon as he left the camp, Jay was surrounded by a group of girls, all eager to get his attention.

You watched the scene with a strange feeling in your stomach. There was something about the way he smiled at all of them, the way he seemed perfect, that bothered you. Why did it have to be like this? Why did he have to be good at everything and have the world at his feet?

"Perfect and unbearable," you murmured, trying to ignore the growing annoyance.

Later that night, as the crowd started to disperse, you found yourself in the parking lot waiting for T/L who was waving at Jungwon. You were exhausted, ready to come home and forget all that day.

But you didn’t notice Jay reaching for you, with a sports bag resting on his shoulder and his hair still slightly wet from the post-game shower.

«Hey,» he said, attracting your attention.

You looked at him, sighing. "Congratulations on the game. You did well."

«Just good?» he asked, tilting his head as he had that annoying grin you didn’t tolerate

"Okay, great," you said. "But you know already, I don’t know much about baseball but I saw that everyone was impressed by you, so don’t get your head in the game."

Jay laughed slowly, getting closer. «I wanted to thank you for coming.»

"T/L forced me," you said, crossing my arms.

«Sure» he said, with an enticing smile. «But you came anyway. Your support counts for me»

You roll your eyes. "If you’re done with your compliments, can I go? I’m tired and it’s so cold out here, I should have stayed in my room warm with Netlifx and a hot chocolate."

But when you tried to pass by him, Jay moved to block your way. It was not threatening, but his smile disappeared, replaced by a face she could not decipher.

«Why are you always so hard on me?» he asked, his voice getting lower and lower as she approached your body.

"Because you are... you," you replied trying to keep control. "You’re annoying, arrogant, and... and you seem to have it all. It’s frustrating."

Jay looked at you for a long moment, then did something unexpected. He came even closer, narrowing the space between you to almost touch your face.

«Words, sunshine» he muttered in a provocative tone but with an absent smile.

Before you could answer, Jay stooped down and kissed you.

You stood still, your heart beating fast, unable to move or think. It was a sweet and intense kiss at the same time as if Jay was trying to tell you something that words could not explain.

Jay touched your hips with his big arms and put you even closer to him to make you feel the warmth he felt only by kissing you, You put your hands in his chest covered with a jacket and he immediately let his tongue into your mouth and you muttered something undecipherable to the contact of your two mouths and the dance that they were doing their tongue.

When he finally broke off, he looked into your eyes with a serious but also slightly amused expression. «You were never just a game to me, Y/n.»

And before you could answer, he walked away, leaving you, confused and with a heart in turmoil.

You’ve been feeling like a disaster for days. The fever had forced you to bed and, unwillingly, you had to take a week off from work. A week in which Jay was left alone to run the cafeteria. Every day you called him, making sure everything was in order, that he knew how to do the most complex orders, and that he wasn’t spending his shift flirting with customers. Jay always replied in his usual playful tone, teasing her mercilessly.

«Don’t worry, sunshine» he said to you. «The cafeteria won’t burn, and yes, I remember how to put milk on. Although I can’t guarantee that it will be as perfect as when you do.»

And every call ended with him mentioning that kiss, making you blush even through the phone.

«Get well soon» he had said last time. «I might think of coming to check in person that you are resting»

"Don’t even try," you answered, in a tone that was more of a plea than a threat.

That night, you were wrapped in a blanket, watching an old movie while your head was still pulsing. He was almost asleep when you heard the bell ring.

"T/L? You open!" you shouted to your roommate, hoping she would hear you.

A few seconds later, you heard a sound of footsteps and then the incredulous voice of T/L. 'Oh my God.'

"What?" you asked with your eyes wrinkled and trying to get off the couch.

As you stepped out into the hall, the scene in front of you left you speechless: Jay Park, with a mischievous smile, stood there with a paper bag full of food containers and medicine.

"What are you doing here?" you asked, shocked.

«I thought someone should bring you food» Jay replied with a natural voice, entering as if it were his home. «And then I wanted to make sure you were alive. You were starting to sound like a ghost on the phone.»

T/L turned to you, wide-eyed and smiling.

T/L turned to you, wide-eyed and smiling. ' Jay, you’re amazing,' said your roommate, barely holding back a laugh. ' Oh, by the way, I should go to Jungwon. I don’t want to disturb... what’s going on here.'

"T/L", blushing deeply.

' Have fun!' T/L nodded to Jay and quickly left the door, leaving them alone.

You’re turning to Jay, still incredulous. "You shouldn’t have come here. I’m fine."

«You didn’t seem so well the last time you called me,» he said, placing the containers on the small table in the living room. «And then, it’s funny to see you so vulnerable.»

"I am not vulnerable," you replied with crossed arms, even though your voice betrayed the discomfort.

Jay smiled and started to arrange the food containers. I brought you homemade ramen, kimchi, and a tiramisu for dessert. I hope you like it...»

"You... can cook?" you asked, incredulous.

«I told you, sunshine. I can do many things» he replied, giving you a look that made you want to bury yourself.

As you ate together, the tension between you seemed to subside. Jay would tell you funny stories about working in the coffee shop, how he finally learned to make a decent cappuccino, and how he enjoyed watching customers ask for him.

«Of course, it’s not the same without you» he added, in a softer tone.

You blush again, trying to focus on his ramen. "Stop it."

«Stop doing what, sunshine?» he asked with a smirk.

"To say things that make you blush."

Jay came a little closer, putting his elbow on the table. «It’s too much fun to see you trying to hide behind that good girl mask and for a couple of months now it’s been my favorite game to make you blush.»

You looked up at him, trying to ignore him.

You looked up, trying to ignore him. But when Jay’s eyes got more intense, you felt his heart beat faster.

"Jay," you started, trying to keep control.

«Shh» he interrupted you. «Don’t say anything.»

And before you could protest, he leaned towards you, slowly approaching as if waiting for you to stop him. But you stood still, unable to turn your eyes from his eyes.

When your lips met for the second time, it was as if everything else disappeared. The world seemed to be reduced to that moment, to that kiss.

When you left, Jay looked at you with a smile as you tried to recover.

"What are you doing?" you asked, still incredulous.

«I told you so» he replied, in a light tone. «I am good at many things.»

You snorted, but couldn’t hold back a smile. The kiss had just ended. He did not move away immediately; instead, he put his hand on your back and began to curl it slowly, noticing that you were shivering.

«What’s the matter, sunshine» he asked, with a tone that mixed concern and curiosity. «Is it me who makes you shiver or is it still the fever?»

You shook your head, embarrassed, trying not to cross her eyes. "Don’t say nonsense."

Jay tilted his head slightly, amused. «Nonsense? Should I worry or feel flattered? I didn’t think you could get the thrills of pleasure just with my hands I can’t imagine when I will use...»

You looked at him very badly and did not answer, preferring to concentrate on anything other than him. But Jay, as always, was not going to let it go. «Okay, enough. You need to rest. And since you don’t trust me, I’ll take care of everything.»

Before you could protest, Jay picked you up like it was the most natural thing in the world.

«Jay! What are you doing?!" you cried, your face turning red even more than the fever.

«I bring a good girl to bed» he replied, smiling with his air of defiance.

You were slightly moved, but Jay held you tight as he carried you to your room. «If you move too much, you might drop me» he warned. «And we don’t want you to end up worse than that, do we?»

When he laid you gently on the bed, you looked at him with a combination of embarrassment and disbelief. "You shouldn’t have."

Jay shrugged. «Yes, we do. Now let’s see how badly you’re feeling.»

He took a thermometer from his bedside table and handed it to him. «Take your fever. Don’t argue, be good.»

You snorted but did as you were told. When the thermometer beeped, Jay took it to check.

«Almost 38. You need to rest» he said, in a tone that for once seemed genuinely concerned. He took a tablet from the bag and a glass of water from the nightstand. «Take this one. And don’t argue.»

You obeyed again, but the redness on your face was not just from the fever. Jay took off his sweatshirt and put it on.

«So you won’t be cold,» he said, placing it on your shoulders.

You looked at him surprised. "I don’t need your sweatshirt."

«Don’t be stubborn, sunshine. You know you’re a mess right now.»

You snorted again, but I tucked you into the sweatshirt, which still had its scent. Jay smiled triumphantly and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Why are you still here?" you asked, crossing my arms.

«Because I know you well enough to know that you will not take care of yourself properly», he replied.

"Jay, get out," you said, trying to keep a steady tone, even though it was hard with your weak body and that warm sweatshirt on.

«No» he answered, lying beside you with nonchalance. «I must make sure that you rest.»

"You don’t need to be here," you replied, trying to drive him away with a feeble attempt.

Jay, of course, did not move. He came a little closer, hugging you slightly.

"What are you doing now?" I asked, my voice full of disbelief.

«Keep you warm. It’s a green flag gesture, right? I read somewhere that you girls are crazy about these things» he replied, with his usual bold smile.

"You’re unbearable," you murmured, turning slightly toward him.

Jay laughed softly. «Maybe. But admit it, sunshine, you don’t mind so much.»

I didn’t answer immediately. The fever, the warmth of his presence, the scent of his sweatshirt... all contributed to your confusion.

"If you keep talking, I swear I’ll get up and throw you out," you finally murmured, trying to sound serious.

Jay smiled, stroking your hair softly. «I’ll let you talk then. With the fever, you are much more nice and tender.»

You looked at him, your lips curled in a half smile. "I shouldn’t let you stay here."

«Yet here I am» he replied, with a clever light in his eyes.

The morning light was filtering through the curtains, caressing your face. You stretched slowly, feeling much better than the night before, but your peace was interrupted when you realized that you were not alone.

There was a warm body next to you. Jay.

He was still there, hugging you as if it were the most natural thing in the world, his face relaxed in sleep and an arm holding you tight. He seemed incredibly serene, so different from Jay who teased you every day. He seemed... almost innocent.

You started laughing quietly, trying not to wake him. It was surreal to be in that situation, yet you couldn’t help but feel the warmth of that moment.

With a trembling hand, you found yourself moving without thinking too much. You began to gently touch his face, tracing the lines of his perfectly sculpted jaw, following the contour of his meaty lips.

Finally, your eyes fell on the small birthmark on Jay’s neck, a unique spot in the shape of a heart or butterfly, difficult to define, but incredibly charming.

As your finger lingered there, Jay slowly opened his eyes but said nothing. He had been awake for a while, but he wanted to enjoy that moment, your light touch that made his heart beat faster than normal.

When you realized he was awake, you suddenly blocked your face, turning a bright red. "Oh my God, I woke you up!"

Jay smiled, his voice still roaring from sleep. «I was already watching you.»

You looked at him with a mixture of embarrassment and disbelief. "Why didn’t you say anything?"

Jay leaned slightly, giving you a light kiss on the forehead. «Because I liked too much to feel you touching me. You can continue if you want. Maybe on my chest this time.»

You were left speechless, the shock mixed with a sudden urge to laugh. "You’re incredible. How can you be so cheeky even when you wake up?"

Jay shrugs his shoulders, pulling you back toward him. «It’s one of my talents.»

"You’re unbearable," you murmured, trying to push him away, but without too much conviction.

«Yet, you are here» he replied, with a satisfied smirk.

You sighed but did not move from his embrace. Even if you would never admit it out loud, being in his arms was not so bad. It was... pleasant.

Jay looked at you for a moment, his dark eyes shone with something deeper. «I didn’t know you liked me so much, sunshine.»

You looked up, trying to ignore your fast heartbeat. "Don’t get too excited, Park."

Jay was lying next to you, with a smirk printed on his face, as if he were in his natural element. You were still wrapped in the warmth of the bed and her sweatshirt, you looked more relaxed than the previous evening, but there was something in the atmosphere that had changed.

Jay, with his innate confidence, began to move his hand down your back, gently passing under the sweatshirt you were wearing. His fingers were warm and light, and the touch was more affectionate than intrusive, but it was enough to make you stiff for a moment.

"Jay," you mumbled

«I’m just making sure you’re comfortable, sunshine» he replied, with an innocent tone that contrasted with the cunning smile he threw at you.

You looked torn, but then, with a deep breath, you relaxed, leaning your head on Jay’s neck. Its familiar and reassuring scent surrounded you, making you feel more peaceful.

Jay kept drawing little circles on your back, his hand moving slowly, exploring but never going beyond a respectful limit. It was as if he wanted to see how far you would let him go.

But you decided it was time to turn the tables.

With a slight smile on your lips, you barely moved and began to place little kisses on Jay’s neck. It was a timid gesture at first, but when she noticed that he stiffened in surprise, your courage increased.

«What are you doing?» asked Jay, his voice suddenly lower and more stony.

You didn’t answer. Instead, you focused on the small butterfly or heart-shaped spot that you noticed the night before. With a light touch of your lips, you began to kiss, driven by an impulse that you could not control, you sucked her slightly.

Jay moans softly, an almost imperceptible sound, but enough to make you smile against his skin. It was as if, for the first time, I had found a weak spot in that self-confident boy.

«Y/N...» he muttered, but his voice had lost its usual impudence and there was something more sincere. There was a vulnerability, as if for once he wasn’t in charge of the game.

You pulled yourself slightly back, watching him with a smirk that was both sweet and provocative.

"What’s the matter, Jay? Don’t you like it when someone takes over or are you used to having everything right away?"

He looked at you, with dark eyes that shone a dangerous light and at the same time amused. «Oh, I like it. But don’t think I’ll let you beat me so easily.»

You slowly grovel, but before you can answer, Jay comes closer, his lips touching your forehead. His hand on the back became firm, holding you close to him.

«You’re playing with fire, sunshine» whispered to your ear, her voice low and sweet, but with a hint of challenge.

"And you think you’re the only one who can play?" You answered the smile that widened as you retreated against his chest again, satisfied to have turned, even for a moment, your usual balance.

Jay was silent for a few moments, a smile on his face. «You know what? I like this version of you. The one who knows how to stand up to me.»

"Someone must do it," you said, closing your eyes.

«And that someone is you, sunshine» When you heard that phrase from Jay you put yourself back near his legs, now completely on his knees as he sat leaning against the bed’s keyboard, and his arms were wrapped all around you and his face buried in your neck.

You started touching his chest under the over shirt he used to sleep in as pajamas and felt how sculpted his muscles were for the eternal hours of training on the other hand Jay was touching your neck all the time, His hands on your breasts as he pinched your nipples through his shirt, moaning at the feeling of your tits in his hands were perfect for his big hands and he couldn’t wait to stick you.

From time to time, his hands were going down your pussy, touching the spot where you needed attention most before he came up on your chest, and this time he was getting his hands in your body and getting rid of that pajama shirt.

When he saw you without a shirt had a slightly open mouth and immediately began to torture the left breast «This body is made to be mine, look until yesterday you were embarrassed and wanted to kick me instead you are here now to have your breasts licked and you touch your pussy» moaning quietly and after little Jay feel your pussy still covered in pants "Jay, can.... Can I make you feel good this time?" he looked at you with a smile hanging on and the excitement that grew more and more.

«Are you sure, sunshine? You don’t have to» you said yes with your head and you were slightly embarrassed you didn’t know where you had found that courage but he had been so good to you yesterday and you didn’t know how to thank him.

Jay helped you to take off his pants and boxer shorts, throwing his head back when your hands immediately went to find his cock and play with it. Burying his head in your pillows, he moans about your name, whining at the feeling of your hands finally wrapped around him after wishing for you for so long.

Jay was so big, thick, and muscular, that you’d get your mouth watering just to see him. He was so toned but so thick, and his cock fitted perfectly. God, the thought of that monster inside you had already made your eyes swirl, you didn’t know if you had sex with him that morning or another day but you knew that sooner or later you would want it only for yourself and no other girl.

You spat lightly into Jay’s cock and licked and sucked his already slightly pink tip, moaning at him as his eyes rolled back. He stood up slightly to see you with his cock in your mouth while you were fucking him, he gently took your hair and made a half tail and you licked him even more wildly.

«You are so good with your mouth, every time you answered me I would have kissed you or put my dick in you, sunshine... Fuck, you’re so pretty full of my dick» panted Jay, moaning against his cock, already thirsty for him while he pulled your hair harder to make you get even more in his dick.

«D-where do I come from? Fuck, I’m coming, it’s so nice, baby. Take it so well for me, shit...»

You were too busy choking on your dick to answer right away, so you had to take a minute to get away and catch your breath, replacing your mouth with your hand while holding the other.

«Do you want me to fill your mouth with my cum and liquid?» You wanted to answer him: please fill my mouth with your cum but you couldn’t talk and I shook my head while you pumped his cock even more into your mouth.

When Jay squirted and came into your mouth you tried to swallow every shred of his essence, moaning at his cock afterward as you licked every solitary drop coming out of your mouth.

In the end, you were completely exhausted and Jay was extremely shocked that the girl he had met a few months before yelling at him or giving him orders was now kneeling and exhausted for giving him the best blow job of his life.

You returned to work after having fully recovered, your spirit was back as usual: serious, focused on your goal.

The cafe seemed to be getting more crowded since Jay started working there, and to your surprise, it seemed to have become a familiar presence for everyone. Not only the employees but also the customers treated him as if he had always been part of the team as if Jay was meant to be there, comfortable among the smiles and daily chatter.

You were watching him, a little surprised by his ability to adapt and integrate so quickly but also it occurred to you what happened the other morning; would he make fun of you? Would treat you like a slut or even worse, not care? But for the little you knew Jay would never treat you like that, right?

Jay didn’t seem like the ordinary working type at all, yet he moved with an ease that left him almost speechless. He was always smiling, attentive to people, and perfect in his role. But there was something that bothered you while you were watching him: he seemed to put more effort into acting as a "good guy" than being a "social guy". It almost seemed like he was trying to impress you as if he wanted to show you something.

One afternoon, while you were serving at a table, a guy came in. He was the opposite of Jay in every possible way. Tall, with blonde hair and the look of a studious boy, but he had a disarming smile that had already made more than one client’s head spin. When he approached the bar, you noticed it immediately.

' Hello,' said the boy, with a sure smile, 'I’m Matthew. I saw you earlier in Psychology class and when I asked about you around everyone told me that I had to come to the university cafeteria to try one of your cappuccinos'.

You were a little embarrassed and you smiled back. You had never heard anyone make such a statement so directly. "Thank you... Which one do you prefer?"

The boy, coughing, handed you a note. ' Here’s my number, if you ever want to study with me. I don't know how to make a coffee outside of work, I would like to get to know you better.'

Jay, who was passing by them, couldn’t help but notice the interaction and hear the worst excuse invented in this world to ask a girl out. His look, at first indifferent, became more attentive when Matthew touched the arm of Y/N with a certain ease. There was something unusual in the air, an energy that he could not ignore. The tension between them was palpable, and Jay could not help but react.

He approached the bar with his quiet but determined step, and before you could say anything, he bent over to you, placing a hand on your shoulder with naturalness. «Hey, sunshine, all right?» he said, casting a sharp look at the boy.

Matthew raised an eyebrow, surprised by the gesture. ' Sorry, but... what’s going on? You’re... together? Nobody told me that you were engaged,' he asked, his voice now more cautious.

You were stiff, not knowing how to react. You wanted to make a joke, to take the tension away, but the situation was out of control.

Jay, noticing your discomfort, decided to take you by the arm, with a strong gesture but without violence. He lifted you slightly, bringing your face closer to yours as if to protect your space. «Yes, we’ve been together for a while,» he said with an enigmatic smile, looking at Matthew with an intensity that left little room for misunderstandings.

Matthew seemed puzzled but, with a last smile, he walked away, leaving the bar with a slight hint of frustration. Jay stood there, holding you for a moment longer than necessary.

You looked at him with bright eyes, mixing disbelief and a subtle anger. "What do you think you’re doing? You should not have gotten in the way," You said, trying to shake off his embrace.

Jay looked into your eyes, his smile concealing a slight hint of possessiveness. «I don’t like to share,» he said, his voice low and still. «And you are mine, Y/N. I don’t want others to think that I can have a chance.»

You stared at him for a moment, a mixture of emotions running through your face. But before you could answer, Jay pulled you back to him, bringing his lips closer to his in a kiss that, this time, left no room for doubt. It was not a kiss of passion, but one that seemed to define a boundary, a line that both now had crossed.

When they broke away, Y/N looked at him intently, the breath that was escaping her the fastest. "Don’t ever allow yourself to do that again," you said, but your tone was so fragile as if you were not so sure you wanted to keep that distance.

Jay smiled as if he understood something more than you. «Don’t worry. There’s no need to talk about it. I know how you feel. I want only want you.»

But Y/N, even as she struggled with the emotions that were starting to mount inside her, detached herself from him, looking at him with an indecipherable expression. " I’m not a toy, Jay. And I don’t want to be treated like that."

Jay watched you for a moment, but he didn’t answer. He felt conflicted with you, but somehow the bond you were building kept deepening. And he knew in his mind that he would never be willing to let go of someone like you.

The weekend had arrived and, as usual, the cafeteria was a mix of chaos and tranquility, but this time there was something different in the air. Jay had not shown up for work and not only that morning but for 3 days, and it was immediately clear that his absence weighed on you. You felt frustrated and, for the first time, even a little angry. You knew that Jay had his priorities, the baseball team above all, but you never would have imagined that he would disappear without even a warning, You had discovered that he went to Japan for a game thanks to the social media of the university team and I asked you where had gone the girl a few months ago who didn’t care about these things?

While you were making coffee, the thought of Jay skipping the weekend without telling you anything made you bite your lower lip. Maybe he thought you would understand, that you would be comfortable with his absence, but you weren’t the type who easily accepted being put on the back burner. Although you were always sympathetic to him, you felt slightly angry at the time for the feelings you were beginning to feel for him. After all, there were no signs that Jay would consider you a priority, were there?

"Why didn’t he even warn me?" you mumbled in a low voice

The hours passed and his frustration grew ever greater. The evening was coming and, although you had a lot to do, the thought of Jay did not leave you, in the maxi screen of the cafeteria came a lot of his friends including Jungwon to see the game late in the morning and everyone talked about him.

Perhaps you needed a break, to forget for a while its presence in the cafeteria and your heart.

That night you went back to the apartment and it was empty because T/L was from Jungwon. You took a hot shower but after a few minutes, you heard the beep of a message on your phone.

The news you were waiting for, or perhaps that you feared, had arrived: Jay was back in Seoul. And instead of going straight home, he went to your house without changing.

You looked at the message, uncertain whether to answer or not. "Why now?" you thought with a mixture of curiosity and irritation.

A few minutes later, you heard the bell ring, and when you noticed Jay appeared, with his bad boy air that seemed to be an integral part of him. He hadn’t even changed his team logo sweatshirt, but you noticed him right away, the one who knew how to draw everyone’s attention in the room.

«Hey,» he said, with his smile that had a shadow of sincerity that could not hide. «I thought it would be nice to stop by before going home. I missed you.»

You looked at him with a mixture of disapproval and disbelief. "You missed me? Yet you didn’t even have the decency to warn me that you wouldn’t come to work."

Jay stepped towards you, but you moved away from him so that he would not be too far behind. «I’m sorry,» he said sincerely. «The team needs me, you know. But... it’s not that. I really missed you. I didn’t think I would miss being away from you so much. I didn’t write because I wanted to give you some space for what happened in the bar with that guy...».

Jay’s words touched you more than you wanted to admit. But your anger didn’t go away so easily. Despite missing him, you couldn’t ignore the fact that he was gone without even giving her a warning.

"Here’s the bad boy that everyone loves, who goes away without a word," You said, trying to keep his coolness. "And now you’re coming back to me like nothing happened."

Jay looked at you intensely, and his smile slowly faded. He knew his actions had hurt you, but he couldn’t control his desire to be with you. Your presence was the only thing that made him feel...complete, even if he did not want to admit it out loud.

He came to you and put a hand gently on your cheek and with his thumb caressed it. «I didn’t want to upset you,» he said, his voice softer than it had ever been before. «I just want to be with you. You’re important to me.»

You felt your heart beat faster, and despite all that you had felt for his absence, you could not ignore the fact that Jay had always specially treated you, in a way no one else had ever done.

But you didn’t want to be just a "secondary priority" in his life. He’s tired of feeling like that as if you were just a hobby for him.

"Is it too much?" you asked him, a little angry. "Is it not enough that I make room for you in my life, Jay?"

He stared at you for a moment, and then, with a calm he had never before, wrapped you in a hug. «No. I never have enough,» he said, whispering to your neck. «Because you are the only thing I want and now I will show you.»

Jay pushes you into bed while he continues to kiss you and takes off that wrinkled shirt and the short shorts you used as pajamas, touches your panties slightly but he was rid of them immediately also, and lays you near the edge to make you come.

«Stretch it out more, darling, today I will make you feel good». His voice is hoarse as his hands go to press on your thighs until he has no sight of your sparkling pussy.

His cock is flinching at the sight of your beautiful pussy. Fuck. You’re dripping in your excitement, and all he did was kiss you. Yet, there is already a messy web of excitement covering your swollen lips. She growls slightly when she sees your beautiful pussy clenching for the need to have her fingers inside and his cock.

You’re milking gently when Jay presses his middle finger and index against your pussy to spread your lips. The warmth of his fingers is different from when you touch yourself it’s much better, "Jay more pls, it’s much nicer to feel your fingers around me than mine that are small". Jay, when he heard this phrase stopped for a moment to look at you, how was it possible that the girl who scolded him constantly touched?

Jay puts two fingers between your folds. He curls it and slowly pumps it, feeling your hot wet pussy stretch around his long fingers. Just as he thought you were tight and had to prepare you for his cock.

«Fuck, sunshine. You’re so sensitive and wet just for me» His growl is deep and makes you clench his fingers. «I need to taste you."

The excitement clouds your mind and makes you feel drunk as it pumps more and more of its long fingers around your pussy. The way Jay looks at you like you’re the thing he wants most in the world makes you gush out of his fingers. Her hot mouth clings to your clitoris, swirling her tongue around the sensitive bud. You scream as his fingers slowly start to fuck your hole, reaching out to prepare for his cock.

"Jay" You scream as you bow back, pressing your pussy against his face in search of release.

Your groans stop when he forces his tongue into the tightness of your pussy. The moans she gives you make you release more juices in her mouth while waiting.

«Fuck, Y/N.» Jay moans in your soggy pussy. «You have a sweet pussy, the most beautiful and the sweetest."

All you can focus on is the way his tongue penetrates you with a force that makes you see stars. He skilfully slides his soft tongue along your aching folds until all you can do is shout for him. Jay smiles between your folds, fingers slowly massaging you deep.

When you look down you see that he is looking at you with unconditional desire, Jay groans along with you as you come all over his face. His cock contracts against the sheets as you keep moving your hips to crush your pussy in her mouth. With a low moan, she continues, using her tongue to fuck you during your orgasm.

You’re a panting disaster when it moves away. His chin is covered by your release and for a moment you wonder how someone can be so fucking attractive.

«Are you ready?" said Jay as he took off his Calvin Klein boxer shorts and saw his cock already erect and how reddish

"I didn’t think the campus rock star would ask if a girl is ready to get fucked by him" You watched with your mouth slightly drooling as he slowly caresses, smearing the presenial liquid that drips from his thick tip all over his venous length.

«Stop teasing me, sunshine, that I have always been too good to you» His voice was sweet but at the same time decisive.

Jay lined up at your entrance and your hands were weaving in his hair, bringing it back to your lips. He immediately returned the kiss, slowly pushing his hips forward and wrapping himself in your tight warmth.

You frown, your lips separated from hers as your face twitched and a moan overflowed from your lips, quickly closing your mouth. «Fuck, you’re so tight, I thought I’d prepared you for sunshine»

You couldn’t say a word, the noises stuck in your throat as he practically split you in half with his dick. In the end, he hit the bottom with a strong push and you could hear every ridge and vein, a deep breath that left him while he spoke, his voice trembled, «I’m about to start moving»

«move Jay pls, I need to hear you» whispers, a whimper sliding from your lips as he pulls himself out, pushing back in faster than before.

You couldn’t think clearly, your mind was confused and completely focused on how good you were feeling at the time, how well jay was fucking you, setting a perfect rhythm, and making you feel so good with him.

"Jay, fuck," you mumbled, your hands moving on his neck, his arms, his back, wherever you could grab to root. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed quietly through the room and small moans came out of your lips.

«I will make you cum on my cock. I’ll let you understand that for me you’re not just a hobby but everything for me» he sighed, his hand coming down to press on your stomach, your eyes wriggling back for the pressure, «fuck, you’re taking me so well, sunshine, full of my dick»

He stopped for a second and grabbed your legs and pressed them against your chest, holding them there by the back of his knees as he started moving again, the new angle made him feel even deeper. " Fuck, oh my god", you whined, throwing your head backward against the pillow. Had practically locked you under his grip, unable to do anything but take it all.

A certain push pushed him up against your G-spot, and a broken jolt left your lips as you pulled his hair lightly and began to suck on the sweet spot you loved so much «Right there?»

"Yes, yes, please oh my god," you stammered. he sped up, hitting the perfect spot repeatedly. You feel your high growing fast, the band ready to break.

"I’m close," you whined, and his hand immediately went down to rub circles on your clitoris. The added stimulation pushed you even closer to the limit, your eyes closed.

«Me too, baby. I’ll fill you with my sperm» he groaned, his thrusts became sloppy as he approached the limit, "would you like, this time to be filled not your mouth but your pussy?»

"please, I need it. I need your sperm", you complain, your hands pulling the sheets harder as you feel the band in your stomach getting tighter, "I’m going to come!"

He accelerated his thrusts, rubbing harder on your clitoris, «come for me»

His words pushed you over the edge, your toes clenched and your eyes rolled back as your orgasm exploded, and your release poured out all over his cock. Your pussy squeezed tight around him, making it harder for Jay to move while he moaned, watching how your face writhed as you succumb to overwhelming pleasure.

«Fuck, baby. you hold me so tight. I’m about to come, I’ll fill you» his voice was choked and trembling, his hips were slamming against yours as he shot his sperm inside of you, throwing his head back and closing his eyes. He swung his hips slowly against yours, helping you both to overcome your heights.

Your breath slowed down as your body relaxed in the sheets, trying to process what had just happened. his forehead fell softly against yours as he pressed a sweet kiss on your lips before freeing your legs, making you put your weak body over his and squeezed you to himself, You still felt his cum gnawing off your pussy but were too exhausted to get up.

Jay sprayed your hair and gave you another little kiss on the forehead «Do you understand that for me you will never be a sunshine pastime? It’s from the first time I saw you that I dreamed of having you, but I didn’t think you had such a difficult character with me»

You laughed lightly against his neck and you leaned even closer to him as you heard his heart beating fast.

"I hope so for you, Jay, because even if at the beginning you irradiated me I always found you fascinating and as I am yours, you will be mine" Jay started to laugh and moved slowly to look you in the eyes. «I didn’t think my favorite barista could be so territorial with me, but I like sunshine!»

I hope you like it:) I had a lot of fun writing this one-shot about Jay🎸

comments and reblog are appreciated

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[chithereader]

stir crazy / aaron hotchner

pairing: aaron hotchner x f!reader

word count: 2k

genre: fluff/angst if you squint

cw: omniscient pov, hotch being vulnerable

“My agent has been asking me for the manuscript but it’s just not ready yet. And I’ve still got my day job that keeps me busy enough,” It’s a quiet day at the BAU. No urgent cases or serial killers, just a few feet worth of case files. Leaning against Reid’s desk, Rossi, Emily and boy genius himself have been talking about the next big David Rossi book.

“Oh c’mon, I see you typing away in your office and writing in that little notebook of yours– which I know is for your drafts by the way,” Emily teases. Rossi shrugs it off with a soft smirk and looks to the boy genius who has been uncharacteristically quiet for the past few minutes. 

“Nothing to say, kid?” lowering his head to catch the young man’s preoccupied eye but Reid’s sight is incredibly glued far away. 

It took Reid a good 6 seconds to realize he’s kid before he shakes himself out of the trance and answers, “Well, considering the hours he’s spent typing on his personal laptop as opposed to the office computer and adding the minutes he allots on the jet to jot down on his writing notebook– assuming he’s writing in a similar format to his previous books–  I’d say….you’re actually well into the third chapter of your manuscript.” 

Still with his eyes trained on whatever caught his attention in the first place, Reid unsurprisingly impresses Rossi again because he is indeed a little over halfway into the third chapter.

But Rossi and Emily instantly become interested with what or who Reid has been staring at for the past minute, noticing that even when going off on his boy-genius tangent, his stare had been focused somewhere else. 

Reid jumps in his seat a little as the two level their heads on either side of his to see where his gaze has been glued. He had been so focused on figuring out the worrying sight and what caused it that he hadn’t noticed how much of him wasn’t aware of his surroundings. 

To their surprise, they’re met with a seemingly everyday sight: Hotch, in the pantry, stirring his coffee. And by everyday, they mean that to any passerby they’d think this is incredibly normal. Nothing at all out of place or out of character. 

But to the trained eye- to profilers who also spend almost everyday with the man, they slowly see what Reid must have seen. 

Hotch is stirring his coffee. But he doesn’t even put sugar or creamer in his always black coffee. 

He’s doing it absentmindedly. Literally looking lost in his head. Hotch is a busy guy, a busy boss guy, with millions of things to think about, but Hotch is never absent. His movements are always purposeful, precise, and calculated. Never lacking and never excess. 

Hotch has his head tilted down and to the side. Like a perpetually confused puppy. One of the things that make Hotch Hotch is his posture. His rigid, firm posture. Back always so straight, hands always clenched, jaw always tight– Hotch is never just there, his presence alone is commanding. 

And worst of all, Hotch’s hair is neat. Too neat. Okay, Hotch’s habit of being neat -with his pressed suits and shined shoes no matter where he is- naturally extends to how he styles his hair. Over the years, he’s learned to gel it out of his face for both convenience and aesthetic. But this neat- this neat looks a little too flat and ruffled at the same time. Like he’s run his hand through it a hundred times in a matter of minutes. 

So Rossi and Emily finally understand. The two share a look of understanding, while Reid looks up at them with curiosity and a little worry. 

“Do you guys think he’s.. okay?” Reid asks quietly with a little grimace. He looks between the two, trying to figure out what they’re thinking, “I mean it has been exactly 12 minutes that he’s been stirring nothing into his coffee.” 

“12?!” If Emily had any sort of drink in her mouth, she surely would have spat it out all over Reid–for which he is silently thankful she doesn’t because as much as he adores Emily, he’s just not mentally prepared for… well that. 

Finally, there’s movement in the pantry. Unaware of his colleagues now watching his every move, Hotch wakes up from the trance he was trapped in and quickly retreats back into his office with his now-cold cup of coffee. 

Knowing that Rossi’s the only one to easily get through to Hotch, Emily and Reid turn to look at him, wordlessly nudging him to check on the poor man who spent 12 minutes stirring his painfully plain black coffee. 

Raising both his hands as he stands from where he was leaning, Rossi surrenders “Alright alright! But I am not telling you rascals what he tells me in confidence.” pointing at the doe-eyed pair. 

Rossi lets the possibilities run through his head as he walks up the stairs to Aaron’s office. Maybe Jack’s having trouble with that one kid again– what’s his name? Or maybe Jack’s having trouble with Mothers’ Day coming up. That’s never been easy. But the stirring and staring into space and the hair? What could possibly– Knock knock. 

Rossi doesn’t even wait to hear Aaron’s voice. He pushes the door open to be greeted with the sight of Aaron finally looking a little more him: writing on his desk knee-deep in case files. 

Aaron looks up for a second and continues writing reports, “What can I help you with, Dave?” Putting extra pressure on penning that last period before closing the case file and grabbing another to open. 

Dave stays quiet for a bit and takes in the sight. Looks fine to me. But his silence halts Aaron’s writing and he looks up to Dave who’s just studying him by the door. 

“You know you can sit right?” Aaron stoically jokes. 

And a joke?! Dave finally cracks and sits down to say, “Boy genius just watched you stir your coffee for 12 minutes which we all know is black. Your hair’s messy and too fixed at the same time, you were standing in the pantry just minutes ago glaring into nothing. And you were slouching with your head tilted to the side.” 

“Honestly whatever it is, it’s none of my business but you just scared two members of your team and I think this may be the seed of doubt in your leadership skills because you’re finally not a robot.” It was obvious that Dave was trying to play it cool, masking concern with humor and sarcasm. 

But Aaron is a painfully private guy. He’d think it over for days before he decides to open up or seek advice from a close friend. Only he has thought about it for days and not saying anything’s been driving him insane he genuinely feels like he could implode at any second. 

Aaron takes one big breath and through clenched teeth he grumbles out, “It’s a she.” Finally staring Dave straight in the eyes, he clarifies, “the it in whatever it is is a she.” 

Realization and more worry hits Dave at the same time which Aaron clearly sees on his face. But Rossi quickly recovers and gives Aaron a soft, comforting smile, “Well what’s so bad about your she that’s got you so shaken up?” 

In Dave’s head, he’s already preparing responses for the worst: 

She doesn’t approve of my job. Well she can suck it. This is who you are. 

Jack doesn’t like her. Aaron, the one thing I like about kids is that they give it to you straight. I think you should take that as a sign

She’s not comfortable with the age gap. She’s way older. She’s way younger. I’m scarred in more ways than one. I’m not sure I still know how to– 

Aaron could see the increasing concern in Dave’s face, “I just–” he started. 

Dave’s thoughts were cut short by Aaron’s voice, thankfully because his mind was starting to reach the point of no return. Anticipating Aaron’s explanation, he leaned forward in his seat trying to read Aaron’s expression. 

“A few months ago, I’d stay here. After a case, when I know my son’s fast asleep and Jessica’s with him- I’d stay here.” Dave kept quiet, intently listening and trying to piece together where this could possibly go. 

“I would choose to stay here and finish reports, make a dent in the never-ending pile of case files because when I’m focused on helping others, I don’t have time to think of how alone I am.”

Before Dave could try and quell this ‘alone’ sentiment, Aaron quickly follows it up “I love my son. And he’s always been more than enough. And I have the team but… you guys have people to come home to. Arms to fall into at the end of a grueling day.” 

“For the longest time, since Haley.. I haven’t allowed myself to feel. To want. And if I’ve just been honest then it’d be known, I want to be loved. All that I carry, I drop all of it at the door and then there’s just this exhaustion that hits me. And all I want is for someone to hold me.” 

Dave takes all of this in, feeling an immense amount of love and sadness for his friend who deserves nothing but happiness but hasn’t for the longest time allowed himself the one thing that can give him that. 

“I know you think that getting into a relationship makes you a bad father, splitting the only time you have left with someone else instead of your son. But the truth is Aaron, Jack’s growing up. He has his sleepovers, camps, and football now. Soon he’ll leave for parties and college, and as much as he adores you he’ll have his own family.”

“I know. And then I’ll be alone.” Aaron’s voice starts to sound rough. Like this fact’s caught in his throat and he can’t speak. Dave studies Aaron and considers all the things he knows are holding Aaron back.

“So give it a shot.” Dave insists. “Don’t make a big deal out of it. Just set a date, and show up.” 

Aaron looks at Dave pointedly, “You make it sound easy–” “You make it sound hard.” 

Aaron appears to recover. He smoothes a hand over his tie and straightens his back yet again. In an instant, he’s back to looking stoic and stern with brows furrowed and eyes glaring.

He’s not used to being vulnerable, even in the privacy of his own office. Feeling like an open book for others to read makes goosebumps trail up his spine- in a bad way. Dave quickly reads this and decides to lighten the mood. 

“So…. when will we meet her?” Dave asks smugly. 

“Funny.”

“I understand.. your concerns. But I don’t think you’d be so worried about it if you weren’t already serious about her. So, what’s really going on with her?” 

Aaron thought he could get away without revealing much about her. He’s uncomfortable enough talking about himself, and all the more protective he is when it comes to you. Especially as someone who wants to keep your little world away from the harshness of everything else–

He sighs. He knows Dave is relentless and as payback for his concern, he decides he has to give Dave something. 

“I don’t know. Really. I don’t– I told you one day I’m tiring myself out so I don’t have to come home and process my empty bed as empty..”

“Now I’m tiptoeing in my own kitchen so as to not disturb this crazy singing person washing my dishes while my kid wipes the plates. And I watch them for god knows how long, instead of going up to my office to attend to case files whose deadlines are a bit too close for my liking.” 

“I don’t know,” Aaron shrugs. A soft, weak smile grows on his lips at the memory of you.

Dave stands from the seat, a knowing smirk on his face, “Hmm.” Teasing Aaron as he walks to the door and grabs the handle. 

“I think you’ll be just fine, Aaron. Just fine.” 

[reallyromealone]

Title: Oh Look a mate(s)

Chapter 3

Fandom: obey me

Pairing: demon brother's x male reader

Warnings: omega verse, nsfw, male reader, gay, smut, attempted assassination, drugging, biting, torture

Notes:

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It was tomorrow.

The wedding was tomorrow.

(Name) Was quiet as he waited in the altar room, candles circling the room as marble carved murals surrounded him, the ceiling glass and the moon directly above him.

He sat in silence as the moon reached its peak before shadows flooded around him, a cold smoke that strangely didn't strike him with fear but instead filled him with warmth and safety. "Good Omega" one of the voices whispered as shadowy hands grabbed at him, gently touching and smoothing over the linen nightgown he wore before a long finger sliced it down the middle "Shhh" he could hear Satan's voice whisper in his ear as the seven men materialized and kissed various parts of his now exposed flesh "beautiful..." Mammon whispered breathlessly before biting into (name) 's flesh, the others doing the same.

Each scent gland was claimed as a tattoo manifested onto their soulmate tattoos, the demons licking and kissing their soulmate marks "You're bonded to us forever... Whenever you need us, call for us..." Beelzebub said as his blackened eyes gently kissed (name) 's lips as the fire of the candles burned brighter "Alphas...." (Name) Babbled as he leaned into someone's shoulders, Levi he believed... "So beautiful..." Asmodeus whispered as his hand crept down to the other's abdomen and began whispering enchantments, hand glowing as a tattoo formed on his stomach "Your first heat will be in less than 24 hours, this will help keep it from hurting so badly"

Never would he be denied a heat again.

The men scented and kissed (name), they could smell the slick flowing from him but knew better and to wait, wait till it was time.

When morning came, (name) was kept from his alphas all morning as he was polished to perfection, traditional white robes and gold accessories set aside as they painted swirls on his body, apparently matching the marks that would be on his alphas.

He looked at himself in the mirror, the makeup, the paint, and the clothes... He hardly recognized himself.

But it was him.

All him.

Lucifer made sure the guards were on high alert as he and his brothers got dressed, in their traditional robes that were the color of their omegas eyes, as is tradition in the kingdom, they already had two people sneak in after all.

"Your Majesty?" A meek voice spoke out as the demon turned to see an Omega maid look nervous, his eyes sharp and calculating "What is it?" He said simply and the maid straightened her back a bit before speaking once more "His Highness... He's extremely stressed and I thought it would be best if one of his--" Lucifer was already darting out of the room for his mate, he didn't care if he wasn't supposed to see him till the wedding.

His mate needed him.

(Name) Was freaking out as his omega decided Kw was an excellent time to freak out over the lack of alphas.

To be fair he got scented every morning but today, was a very high-stress day.

"My, aren't you beautiful" (name) snapped his head up as the maids left the room with haste and (name) whined and ran towards him, shoving his face into the alpha's chest and whining "My, can't go a day without your alphas?" He teased and lifted (name) 's face to look at it "None of that, you will ruin your pretty makeup" he was only soft for his omega, gentle kisses "We have a wedding, right? We will dance and party and then when the moon is high we will take you back here" he promised and kissed (name), scenting him lovingly.

"Now be good for alpha" he commanded, a slight alpha tone that they found calms (name). He liked not being in control all the time, instinctually.

"Ok alpha" he whispered hazily as the maids came back in and Lucifer left to finish getting ready, confident that he calmed his mate.

(Name) Looked nervous as he was ushered into a beautiful fabric and mahogany palanquin, the finest silks used for it "To walk you to the temple, your Highness" a soldier said calmly and (name) nodded as the soldiers in celebratory costume lifted it and (name) tried not to yelp.

He walked through the city, a grand parade to show the people the next queen, and (name) shyly waved at them as the people cheered in joy and some looked in envy at him. He could hear screaming in the distance, too focused on the slight shake with each step the guards took and the loud sounds around him to figure out what direction it came from exactly but the bullet that flew past his nose as a man was pinned down by guards have his answer, the omegas palanquin lowering as the guards checked on him "oh thank goodness... Are you alright your Highness?" The general that was a bit ahead rushed to check on him and (name) though stunned and Shellshocked, nodded slowly the Alpha nodded with a sigh of relief "We will get there soon your Highness"

The parade continued and (name) tried to regulate his breathing as he lifted his sleeves and took in the smell of Lucifer that clung to him, too close to his heat to be able to properly handle this.

God, he was so tired...

"We're here your Highness" Had that much time passed?

(Name) Was helped out by his maids, dressed in floral traditional outfits, darker colors as to highlight (name) 's snow white robes that dragged behind him, gold accents matching his accessories "You got this, your Highness" (name) 's closest maid, the one in charge of his maids smiled and (name) nodded before walking up the steps of the temple as people cheered.

Traditional fan dancers danced in front of him, a beautiful display as the guests of the wedding sat and watched in awe as (name) locked eyes with his alphas and had to suppress a chirp. The dancers moved their fans away to make an entrance for (name) to walk closer to them, Asmodeus taking his hands and kissing them gently as the others looked fond at the sight of their beloved, even Belphegor awake and focused on (name).

(Name) Looked at the guests, from countless kingdoms the Royals down to the mayors from cities including the village he was from, and looked in awe at the realization of how large this temple was, it seemed so small in the darkness.

(Name) Barely focused on the priestess as he looked at his mates, shadowy magic binding them together as (name) agreed to the contract of marriage "bound by the fates and the demon king himself, his Highness (name) Morningstar is granted a gift from his majesty of immortality, may his heart beat so long as his alphas" the demon king sat in the distance, watching his younger sons fondly, leaving hell to witness such an event as a red-haired demon stood beside him while staring intently.

(Name) Felt warm as he was brought close by his alphas and danced with them, a grand party that was sure to go on for the next week as guests watched and the city partied and after brought around to be introduced to guests "This is our elder brother, the next king" Lucifer introduced the Omega to his elder brother, next king of hell and intimidating to say the least but the large grin that broke out on his face said otherwise "my, a pleasure to meet you! My apologies that it took me so long to be able to meet you! Let me know if they act up all right. It will be nice to not have a little brother that will get on my nerves!" He teased as he hugged (name) and seemed so warm and understanding to him.

"My mate couldn't make it sadly, they're too far along to make the trip but hopefully after you two can meet!" Lucifer felt warm that his elder brother and a mate got along so well as the other brothers were dragged to talk to guests and eventually Lucifer and (name) went to speak to others, the Omega passed from alpha to alpha to not hog.

"An hour and you don't greet your parents?" (Name) Froze under Asmodeus' gentle hold as he turned to see the mayor of his village and his parents... And sister.

How did they get here?

"Not even an invite, thankfully our dear mayor invited us as his plus ones as his wife and sons couldn't make it," she said casually as his sister altered between glaring at him and swooning over Asmodeus, the beta looking flirty and showing her bust at him but the demon didn't even acknowledge her as he tilted his head at his mate's parents with a cold smile (name) didn't recognize but the gentle thumb rubbing his hip told him he was safe "my~ isn't this a surprise, (name) darling... Why don't you go make sure Beelzie doesn't eat everything, yes?" He urged his hesitant Omega who looked so precious and watched him walk away.

"E-excuse me!" The dad tried barking out and Asmodeus smiled coldly, a beta demanding not just an alpha but a supernatural alpha. Laughable really "I will allow you to continue to enjoy this celebration but if I hear even a whisper of my mate's name from any of your lips that isn't shining adoration I will remind you of your place," Asmodeus said barely above a whisper as he towered over the stumpy beta and his family, he read the letter.

All seven brothers read the letter.

And despite not being wrath, Asmodeus was the most upset.

No flirting, no banter.

Just a thinly veiled threat.

"Now you best behave"

You would think this Would deter (sister), make her behave... But no no.

She was hell-bent on having them.

Breaking this farce is a marriage.

It was expensive getting rut enhancer drugs but it was worth it in her eyes she looked around and saw that (name) was moved to Belphegor who sat in a corner quietly and (name) said worthless words to him and saw that Beelzebub was enjoying his food.

Perfect.

The drug was a fine powder, easy to mask on the powdered cream puffs that the demon was gorging on, slipping past when he went for some ribs and sprinkling on.

She just had to be available when the drugs kicked in.

It was not too long before the demon returned his attention to the cream puffs... But other people took them as well.

Like servants bringing them to their kings.

Oh well, she thought as she focused on Beelzebub and deemed everyone else as a stepping stone to her happiness.

Beelzebub froze after ten minutes, eyes dilating as he stood and looked around "Are you alright?" She tried to seduce the Alpha, pressing against him but like her brother, she didn't quite understand how mating worked and believed he would go to the first willing hole.

But in reality, he sought out (name) who was talking to Diavolos butler, the two fondly chatting about something or another.

"Move," he said coldly as he locked onto (name) marched to him, and lifted him, the other brothers looked concerned as Diavolo decided to start a ring dance and nodded at Lucifer, they all seemed to understand what was happening. (Name) Was confused as he was held close by his alpha who left the temple gardens and spread his wings before taking off, (name) shoving his face in Beelzebub's neck and that's when he smelt the rut. He couldn't help but whine, he was trying so hard not to go into heat but fuck...

He closed his eyes and felt himself sink further, sounds distorting and he felt his clothes removed carefully as voices spoke around him "he will be upset if we ruin this" Asmodeus...? Or is that Satan? "Alpha?" He slurred as the alphas kissed his flesh, cold to the touch and he felt something hard press against his back before he was pushed into his back, he couldn't even formulate a feeling of shame or worry as Belphegor traced the body paint that was on (name)s flesh "pretty..." The sleep demon murmured as he touched the womb tattoo a wave of pleasure washed through (name) and a low moan broke through him "Any pain he feels will feel like absolute pleasure... We may be dealing with a very horny Omega" Asmodeus teased, they didn't have an incantation to make him feel no pain during heat or pregnancy so it was the best option.

Especially because he kept moaning and crying, without it he would be writhing in pain.

"Why don't you spread your legs for us? Hmm? Show us how an Omega presents?" Lucifer spoke low and deep to the Omega who spread his legs on the bed and yelped when Beelzebub shoved his face between his legs and gave a long lick, pushing his legs over his shoulders as half his body was pulled nearly off the bed, Beelzebub on his knees before the bed. "O-oh! Alpha!" He cried out as Beelzebub ate his ass, licking around the rim before pushing in ever so slightly as the smell of slick was heavy in the room "wanna make alpha feel good? Why don't you show Levi here how much you want his cock?" Asmodeus took the initiative with getting (name) to pleasure them as they pleasured him, the Omega opening his mouth so prettily as the shy alpha fed him his cock, (name) licking the underside as he sucked. "H-how did he get so good?!" Levi gasped as he felt (name) hollow his cheeks with a vice force "I have been teaching him how to be a good little cock whore~" Asmodeus teased as Belphegor sucked on one of (name)s nipples as Asmodeus and Lucifer got hand jobs, the two assisting (name) a bit as his body shook.

Satan kissed his navel before moving to the omegas cock and sucking on it, the pre-cum leaking like crazy as (name) struggled to comprehend all the pleasure he felt, hips being held down as Beelzebub inserted a finger, curving it upwards against his prostate as he ate his ass like a final meal and added another finger "you're gonna be-- fuck! Taking a lot tonight baby ~" Asmodeus stammered as Levi came down (name)s throat, the Omega choking slightly but managing "fuck..? Shit.." Levi was already babbling as (name) 's body shook and a climax rolled through, Satan drinking it all "You want more?" Lucifer asked the Omega who whined "Nest!" Beelzebub wasting no time, feral and horny As the other alphas slowly went into a rut from being around a heat-stricken Omega, their demon forms were on full display. (Name) Was settled into his nest as they let Beelzebub enter first his large and heavy cock pressing against (name)s ass as (name) made out with Lucifer, pretty little sounds as Beelzebub pushed in slowly.

Each inch made for louder and prettier sounds from (name) as his body glistened with sweat, another climax rolling through him as Beelzebub was halfway through bottoming out before his hips snapped forward and his pelvic bone was pressed against (name)s ass cheeks "oh! Big...!" He cried out and pushed against him as Belphegor went behind him and held him up, kissing his neck as the others watched hungrily.

Beelzebub wasted no time pistoning his hips as (name) clawed at his skin, body shaking and writhing in pleasure as he poured slick "puppy up!" He cried out as he begged to be bread, owned and full... Belphegor moved around to Sroke (name)s cock and kiss his neck before biting into its neck watching (name) unfold as Beelzebub rolled his hips at the tightness and his grip so tight it was going to leave dark bruises on his hips come morning.

"Please please! Pup!" (Name) Begged for cum, pulling Beelzebub for a kiss and tasting his slick as the alpha's hips slammed one last time and cum poured into him, hot and sticky.

Beelzebub felt some sanity return to him as he looked at a fucked out (name) who couldn't even form words but babbled nonsense as Belphegor kissed him and coddled him "Let's get water and food into him then the next round starts" Lucifer instructed as they already prepared the necessary things that morning, food tested by the demons along with the water before feeding it to (name).

(Name) May have immortality but they still didn't want anything to happen to him.

Though poison pains right now would probably give him six earth-shattering orgasms.

No! No! Bad!

They washed the sweat and paint off his body as (name) recovered slightly but soon grew whiny as he was placed on top of Asmodeus, cock pushing in with ease and crying as Asmodeus gave harsh and slow thrusts.

"Come now, you got more to take ~"

Mammon was furious, absolutely livid as he slammed his fist against the assassin's skull, not wanting this vermin alive as his mate struggled with his heat and six cocks currently "You are taking my precious time with my mate, who the fuck sent you?" He was bordering feral as the assassin finally gave in "The sister! She wanted him dead!"

Oh?

Interesting.

Mammon left swiftly, telling the guards to find her, she couldn't have gotten far after all.

For now, the greedy demon needed to sink his cock into (name)s cute little ass.

And maybe bite it.

Bite it.

When he walked into the heated room, already nude he was met with (name) being railed by Asmodeus and Satan, cocks moving in his hole at vigorous paces as (name) sucked Lucifer's cock like he would die "(name), look whose here" Lucifer pulled him off his cock to look at mammon and the whine and moan that left his lips as he cried for the silver-haired demon, hands reaching for him, and who was mammon to deny something like this?

Mammon shoved his tongue in (name) 's mouth and relished as the Omega tugged at his hair "Wanna make me feel good?" He didn't even have to show his erect cock as (name) moved and took it in his mouth, mammon sighing at the tightness of his throat "he's a natural" Satan slapped (name)s ass as he pounded as Asmodeus sucked on his chest, the omegas hands going back to work as everyone slowly found a spot for them, the Omega cumming again in the process.

(Name) Was unconscious with Belphegor, needing a heavy rest before the next wave and thoroughly fucked out, the other alphas getting their turns after as Mammon reported findings and what the assassin admitted "She most definitely drugged Bee, our ruts not till winter" Asmodeus said thoughtfully, he should have just let Satan do what he originally wanted to do but that was (name)s choice, not theirs.

But now it was treason that they were talking about.

An attempted assassination against (name).

You see when Diavolo was the next king of hell, they were given rule of the overworld and essentially made (name) queen as they were to be overworld kings come coronation granted by their eldest brother.

And after this, (name) would be carrying their heir.

God, they were half erect at the thought of (name) pregnant.

"I have a manhunt for them, a bounty will be put up as well"

For now, they would care for (name).

When (name) woke, he couldn't feel his legs and his head felt foggy as he was placed into a warm bath "Good morning, lamb" Satan caressed his cheek "Alpha?" He said weakly, voice hoarse from their activities as Mammon gently massaged oils into him, the alphas already washing the cum and sweat off him "Hello pretty baby~ you took us so well, we are so proud of you" (name) chirped at the praise as he received loving kisses "after this was gonna feed you" Lucifer promised and (name) felt a slight sense of clarity "cuddle? Before heat comes back?" He asked as the others smiled, unable to resist the request.

(Name) Was naked and dried off as he cuddled the others who doted on him "You did so well, absolutely beautiful my love" Asmodeus cooed, and (name) let him kiss and love him "My garden?" He asked softly, why that was his worry beyond anyone but Lucifer eased his worries with the promise of the gardeners taking care of it.

For now, he was to relax.

[etheraltides]

BITTER SWEET ᥫ᭡࿔ - 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x kook!thornton!Reader

Summarize: Rafe Cameron, a rising name in the business world, desperately needs a date for the wedding of the year. With a major investment deal on the line and his image at stake, he finds himself reluctantly turning to the last person he ever expected for help: Topper’s little sister, a girl he’s bickered with since he could remember.

Warning(s): none so far. Despite the photo being used as the cover of the story, there are as little body descriptions for the reader as possible.

A/N: English isn’t my first language and I did my best do edit it all - so if something escaped me, please, let me know .ᐟ

˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ Chapter one: sealing the deal ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊

Rafe Cameron stood on the front steps of Topper’s house, starring at the tall wooden door where the stakes were impossibly high. He ran a hand through his hair, jaw set in frustration. What the hell did it have to be her? He’d asked himself that question a dozen times on the drive over, and still, he hadn’t come up with a good answer. She was the safest option. Not the best. Safest. That was the only reason. Or so he kept telling himself.

As he raised his hand to ring the doorbell, the door swung open and there she was – Topper’s sister, dressed in a loose t-shirt and denim shorts, barefoot on the porch. Your hair slightly tousled framed your face, the same sharp, calculating expression you always wore whenever he was around sent a flicker of irritation through him - it was like you always seemed to know what he was thinking before he did.

Your gaze narrowed, sweating over him, briefly curious and confused.

“Rafe?” she asked, crossing her arms over her chest. “You’re at the wrong house. Topper’s not here.”

He cleared his throat, trying to focus. She always had a way of making him feel like he was already losing some unspoken competition. “I know.”

“Then why have you been standing on my porch like a psycho for the past ten minutes?” You arched a brow, holding the urge to just close the door and go back to your tanning session. You were so relaxed before your phone rang, an alarm from the camera app informing that there was movement in front of the house. You had rolled your eyes when you recognize the figure in the video, hoping he’d leave but he didn’t so there you were.

Wasn’t it too early for your patience and kindness to be tested?

“You are.. infuriating, aren’t you?” Rafe dry laugh escaped his lips, plastering on a fake smile as he held back the urge to call you names. That wouldn’t get him anywhere.

You arched an eyebrow, lips curling slightly at the corner. “So… what do you want?”

Rafe hesitated, eyes flicking to the side for a second as if looking for an escape. He could still leave, save himself the embarrassment. But no, he needed this. He squared his shoulders, locking his gaze onto hers. “I need a favor.”

His words made you arch your brows, head tilting as you watched him with curiosity and suspicious – Hadn’t Topper stopped with the pranks?

Your surprise was brief, barely a flicker in your eyes before you masked it with a smirk. “You need me to do you a favor? Now I have to hear this.”

Maybe Rafe Cameron was finally out of his mind.

Rafe gritted his teeth, your teasing tone instantly getting under his skin, as usual. “It’s not that big of a deal.”

You leaned against the doorframe, your body tilting slightly toward him, but with that same casual arrogance you always carried towards him. “Doesn’t seem like nothing if you came all the way here to ask. So, what is it?”

He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, fighting the urge to look away. “There’s a wedding this weekend. The Haverfords’ daughter. I need a date.”

Your eyes narrowed, lips pressing together as you tried to hide a smile, masking your laugh with a cough. “You’re asking me to be your date to a wedding? Are you out of your mind?”

“Fake date,” he corrected quickly, teeth gritted. He ran a hand on the back of his hand. Rafe sighed, shifting his weight “I need this to seal the deal with the Haverfords. Their daughter’s wedding is this weekend, and it’s a high-profile event. Showing up solo? Not good for business. It’s about optics—looking stable, like I’ve got my life together. You help me, I’ll make it worth your while.”

You gave him a slow, incredulous look, eyes flicking over his face as if waiting for him to reveal the punchline. “And why me, Rafe? You could take any girl on the island—half of them would jump at the chance.”

Rafe felt a familiar irritation rising. Couldn’t you say no or yes already? “I don’t have time to babysit someone all night. I need someone who can, you know… hold their own. You get how these events go, and I won’t have to worry about you saying something dumb.”

Your smile faltered slightly, and you studied him for a long moment, as if weighing his words. “So I’m your safest option?”

“More like my most reliable option,” he countered, but there was a tightness in his chest, and he couldn’t quite shake the feeling that he was treading on dangerous ground. “You won’t embarrass me.”

You crossed your arms more tightly, your lips pressed into a line as you looked at him with a mix of defiance and intrigue. “And if I do?”

“Then I’ll figure it out,” he said, but he could feel the heat creeping into his cheeks. Anger. It irritated him how you had this effect on him, like his heart was suddenly racing, erasing any trace of calmness from his being. “But I need someone solid, not a gold-digger looking for a free meal.”

You stepped a little closer, your expression unreadable, eyes locked onto his as if searching for something beneath the surface. “Was that Rafe Cameron complimenting me?”

“Don’t read too much into it. I think you know how to navigate these situations. That’s all.” Rafe said, trying to keep his tone steady. “Look, if I knew something else would work, trust me, I wouldn’t be anywhere near you right now. And it’s just for one weekend, alright?”

“So that’s what I am to you now?” You tilted your head, finding it rather amused to watch him squirm. Desperate trying to be nice for once. “Your best option?”

“Look, I’m not saying that—”

“But that’s exactly what you’re saying,” You cut him off, your voice rising slightly, though it lacked real anger. Your eyes sparked with something he couldn’t quite define, and it sent a shiver down his spine. “You need me because I won’t make a fool of you.”

Rafe narrowed his eyes, refusing to back down to admit that yes, he was a bit desperate for help. Your help.

He really didn’t want to risk making a not good enough impression. The best investor of Charleston would be in that wedding. Hell, he had invited Rafe himself. The Cameron young man needed him to boost his business to another level. To build something great, a name for himself so he wouldn’t leave in his father’s shadows and hear his disapproving comments whenever he hit the pillow. He’d make his dad proud for once. Be the man of the family.

Your arched your brows, lips trapped between your teeth as the rational voice argued with the kind voice in your head. “You really need this, don’t you?”

You held his gaze, a mix of challenge and unspoken understanding lingering between them. The air felt thick, and for a brief moment, he was struck by the way your expression softened, the corners of your mouth barely twitching as if you were holding back a smile.

“I’ll do it,” you finally said, breaking the tension. “But only if you take me shopping for the wedding. I need something that’ll actually fit in with that crowd, and you’re paying. Of course.”

He opened his mouth to protest but found himself momentarily speechless. “You really think you can just— I don’t have time for this.”

“Take it or leave it, Rafe,” you shrugged, stepping back slightly. The challenge in your eyes was unmistakable, yet there was something else there too, something that made his pulse quicken in a way he didn’t want to acknowledge.

“Fine,” he relented, forcing a casual tone as he looked away, trying to mask the sudden tightness in his chest. “But don’t expect me to enjoy this.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” you replied, a sly smile creeping onto your lips. “I’m sure it’ll be a blast… Boyfriend.”

As you turned back to the house, Rafe caught a glimpse of her profile, the way her hair fell just right, and for a moment, he felt an unsettling rush – even her nose was slightly upturned in an annoying way.

While he walked down the steps, he could feel her gaze lingering on him, the tension from their earlier conversation still hanging in the air, heavy and confusing.

“Pick me up tomorrow at noon. Don’t be late, Cameron.” You quickly tell him before closing the door, not leaving any room to argue.

As he stepped off the porch, Rafe couldn’t shake the feeling that this fake date might become something far more complicated than he had intended. It wasn’t like you to do anything that favored him, even for money.

Lying under the sun, she closed her eyes, trying to relax. But Rafe Cameron’s words replayed in her mind like a broken record. Out of all the people, he had come to her – someone he couldn’t stand for more than half an hour without starting a fight. The thought made her scoff softly, her fingers trailing across the warm fabric of the lounge chair.

What had he been thinking? Or maybe the better question was, why had she even agreed? The sun felt oppressive now, its heat only intensifying the whirlwind of thoughts in her head. The same strange tension that had pulsed between them earlier crept back into her chest. She hated how her heart had raced during that conversation, how he managed to get under her skin just by breathing.

But she could use the money. Soon her college break would be over and her mom wasn’t being easy with her spending habits lately - even threatening to cut her credit card if she didn’t take better care of her finances.

She hoped this would count when she reached heaven’s gate. Helping Rafe Cameron should be a VIP ticket to the paradise in the after life because God knew she’d need all her patience and self control for that.

With a frustrated sigh, she stood up. Enough. She wasn’t going to waste any more time thinking about Rafe Cameron.

Without a second thought, she walked to the edge of the pool and dove in, the cool water enveloping her like a cleansing balm. As she surfaced, the weight in her chest loosened, but she knew it wouldn’t be gone for long.

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[zepskies]

Bullseye

Pairing: Alec McDowell x F. Reader

Summary: Alec’s tired of being ignored. Whatever you’re reading can’t be as interesting as his company, now could it?

AN: This was requested by @flory-alexandra. Thank you, lovely! 💜 I just finished Dark Angel and this was too good to resist!

Word Count: 800 Tags/Warnings: 18+ only for some spiciness.

“Babe,” Alec tried, for the second time.

He knew you heard him.

You were (supposedly) lost in your book, languidly turning each page, sometimes licking a finger to make that part easier.

He had a feeling you were doing that one on purpose. Each new sight of the tip of your tongue made his gaze zero in on your pretty mouth.

“Hey,” he said, a little more pressing.

He managed to get your eyes lifted over your book. “Hmm?”

You were stretched out on the couch, still wearing your pajamas. He was sitting in a lounge chair nearby, bored out of his damn mind. It was a rare day where the two of you had a day off work at the same time. The least you could do was pay attention to your boyfriend.

He dug his hand into his big bag of popcorn and shoveled a handful into his mouth.

“I’m going stir crazy in here,” he complained around a mouthful of kernels. “Why don’t we go do something?”

Your brows knitted together.

“This is the first time all week I’ve gotten a chance to read my new book in peace,” you said. “Why don’t you go hang out with Joshua? He’s all by himself, cooped up in that house.”

Alec sighed. “The guy’s freakin’ Picasso. He spends all day painting.”

“It’s good he has a hobby,” you said absently. “Now shush. I’m reading.”

He rolled his eyes. “By all means, continue reading your smut in front of me.”

You shot him a narrowed look for that one, but he spied the edge of your curving lips, your telltale blush. The cover of the book left little to the imagination.

“Shut up,” you replied with a giggle.

Alec smirked. 50 Shades of Whips and Chains, or whatever the hell, he thought.

His girl was a freak. But then again, so was he.

With a loud sigh, he reached deep into the popcorn bag and grabbed another handful. Whatever he couldn’t fit into his mouth, he chose to pick out one and a time and toss at you.

The first one fell by your side. That, you could ignore.

The second one hit you dead in the forehead.

You lowered your book and glared at him.

“Alec,” you said flatly.

He gave you a lazy grin and tossed another. It fell down your V-neck shirt and into your bra, right between your breasts.

His smugness intensified, and he shot you a cheeky look.

“Bullseye,” he said.

Your brows rose. You set down your book (making sure to dogear the page you were on) and you reached into your bra to find the elusive piece of popcorn.

You scrutinized it for a moment. Then you popped it into your mouth.

You had the nerve to wink at him as you chewed.

Alec was wide-eyed for a moment…but all too soon, his Cheshire grin was back. He had the look of a predator as he watched you lick the salt off your fingers with nonchalance.

You didn’t seem to notice him sliding off the chair. The moment your head turned his way, he pounced.

His superior speed had him on top of you before you even realized he’d moved, and you squealed with laughter when he pinned you down on the sofa by your wrists.   

He smirked down at you unrepentantly.

“So you’re just gonna tease me all day, is that it?” he said.

He leaned down and spoke near your ear. “You think you’re gonna get away with that?”

His voice had the power to make you shiver with delight, but it was his teeth grazing the shell of your ear that did it. His lips and tongue made a sensuous path down your neck.

Alec let go of your wrists to let his hands drift down your sides, delving under your threadbare shirt that you so often wore to bed. His movements were slow and calculated as he inched the shirt up your body and over your head.

He unclipped your bra with a practiced hand. Once he’d freed the straps from your arms, he tossed the satin cups away, making you giggle. 

You took his face in your hands and met him with a searing kiss. You already felt his desire pressing against your inner thigh. It made heat flood down between your legs, right where you both wanted him to be.

The book laid forgotten on the coffee table. Probably for the rest of the day, if Alec had anything to do with it.

Sometimes he annoyed the hell out of you, but he could be very persuasive...

So you decided to put your hobby aside and give your man some much needed attention. 

AN: This one's short, but I had a lot of fun with it. 😂💜 Let me know what you think!

Alec's such a fun (and deceptively complex) character. I so enjoyed exploring him more in the mini series I have coming up in January: "Being Human." In case you missed the preview I posted last week, here it is...

👀 Sneak Peek:

Alec sighs and crosses his arms. “When are you gonna stop putting the freeze on me?”

“When I’m not part of your internal checklist of Breasts on Legs,” you retort. Glancing around the bar, you note three other girls you’ve already seen him shoot his shot with tonight.

Alec scoffs and holds his chest.

“That’s hurtful,” he claims. “It really is.”

But he shifts toward you in his seat, cutting off your smile. Your face warms at his proximity.

Damn, he smells good, you think.

“Besides,” he says, “I always save the best for last.”

His smile makes your heart beat faster...

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[peachsukii]

— A harmless movie date turns steamy when reader and Yuuji have the theater to themselves.

⋆ ˚ʚɞ — (18+ MDNI!) first time writing yuuji! i wanted to make it sweet and sensual at the same time, so hopefully it reads that way!

You spent an embarrassing amount of time on your hair, makeup and picking out an outfit for your date with Yuuji. Loose curls, pastel eyeshadow with wispy lashes to match your freshly manicured nails, and a cute skirt with your favorite top.

Too bad he’s making a mess of it all in the darkness of the movie theater.

“Mmph, Yuu…fuck!” You attempt to cover your mouth in time to silence yourself and fail miserably.

“Yes, baby?” Yuuji sighs as he pulls away from your sticky center, half lidded honey irises gazing up at you like you’re a star in the sky.

Your eyes fall downward to the your bubblegum boyfriend in awe. Your skirt is shoved halfway up your ribcage, pink panties stretched around your ankles while your thighs rest comfortably atop Yuuji’s shoulders. He’s got you on the edge of the folding theater chair to be sure you don’t leave a too much mess, and to let you watch him obliterate you with his tongue.

His hands grip the plush of your thighs, squeezing and rubbing them daintily as he sensually devours you, agonizingly slow and purposeful. Every single swipe of his tongue and pop of his lips are intentional - calculated, even. Yuuji knows what drives you wild versus what doesn’t after being with you for a few months. It was experimental and sloppy at the start of your relationship, but once he got the hang of things, his confidence skyrocketed - your constant praise helped of course, too. He never thought he’d be the type to be so excited by it, but your sweet nothings never cease to make him melt.

Another mewl spills from your glossy lips as he dives back between your thighs, rocking your hips forward to silently beg him for more.

“You’re…so hot like this,” you whimper, hand traveling to fist his salmon locks. “Like you can’t get enough of me.”

Yuuji chuckles, the vibrations tugging on the rubber band in your belly, pulling taut and ready to snap. He gently takes the your hands and interlaces his fingers with yours, holding them as your thighs are quaking with anticipation. He was always a sucker for holding hands during sex of any kind and reminded you just how much of a sweetheart he is.

Your walls clamp down on his tongue, locking him in place as your release washes over you, flooding from your core and all over his face. Chest heaving and a bead of sweat rolling out from under your bangs, you sink into the chair as he laps up every ounce of your arousal. Your cheeks and neck are beat red in the afterglow of your orgasm - Yuuji’s favorite thing about you. You look like a goddess to him when you come, blissed out and angelic as your lashes flutter with delight.

With one last flick of his tongue, he removes your legs from his shoulders and sits back on his knees with a grin on his face. He’s enamored with how beautiful you look under the dim light of the theater, wondering how he got so lucky to find someone as pretty as you.

You shimmy back into your panties and ruffle your skirt back into place, smoothing out the wrinkles the best you could. Yuuji moves back to the seat next to you, leaning over to help fix your hair. He thumbs away a smudge of your eyeliner from the corner of your eye - he knows you’re going to check your makeup any second now to be sure it meet your own standards.

Instead, you bend over and give him multiple soft kisses on his cheek, nuzzling your face against his.

“Thank you,” you whisper, even though there’s no one else in the theater. “Can I do anything for you, babe?”

Yuuji shakes his head. “Nah, that can wait for later.” He kisses your forehead and finds your hand to hold once again. “I got impatient. Your thighs are so inviting in that skirt, baby.”

“Guess I should wear skirts more often,” you tease, booping him on the nose playfully. “I like keeping my good boy on his toes.”

That makes his cheeks flush, your praise going straight to his groin. You notice his reaction and giggle, resting your head on his shoulder peacefully as you squeeze his hand in your hold. “We can skip the rest of the movie if you don’t want to wait.”

Yuuji jumps to his feet excitedly, tugging you along with him. “I’ve seen this movie twice already, let’s go!”

was inspired by @kweenkatsuki-fics to finally dive into writing yuuji! hopefully this isn't too ooc for him~ ♡

[eu-nicola]

a really bad time part 1

summary: miguel and you have been good friends for a while but now those things seemed to change

warnings: forbidden love (?) cheating (?) idk

word counter: 4837

author’s note: english is not my first language

The echo of your strikes resonated in the empty dojo, interrupted only by the rhythmic sound of your breathing. The afternoon sun streamed through the windows, casting a golden glow over the tatami as your feet moved with precision, every hit thrown with absolute control. You liked training alone when the dojo was silent, no judging eyes, no corrections, no interruptions. Just you and the training.  

You threw one last kick at the heavy bag and stopped, wiping the sweat from your forehead with the back of your hand. You were just catching your breath when you heard the dojo door open.  

"Training alone again?"  

Miguel’s familiar voice made your back tense for a split second before you forced yourself to relax.  

You turned to see him leaning against the doorway with a smile. He was wearing his white gi, but his belt was still untied, and his hair was slightly messy.  

"Sometimes it's easier to focus without the noise," you said, rolling your shoulders to loosen them up.  

"Or you could train with me," he said, stepping onto the tatami.  

It was an innocent offer, something you’d done plenty of times before. But for some reason, the thought of being alone with him at that moment sent a weird feeling through your chest.  

"You think you can keep up with me?" you teased, trying to lighten the mood.  

Miguel chuckled, tying his belt before getting into his stance.  

"Want to find out?"  

That was all the invitation you needed. You both started off slow, almost like a rehearsed dance first, controlled attacks, testing each other, then precise defenses. As time passed, the intensity grew, strikes getting faster, dodges getting tighter.  

Miguel’s attacks were calculated, but you weren’t about to give an inch. You blocked a spinning kick and countered with a punch he barely dodged, his body leaning back at the last second.  

"Almost," he said with a playful smirk.  

"Next time, I won’t miss."  

The training continued, both of you pushing each other to the limit, breaths coming in short gasps, muscles tense with every move. Then, in a split second of miscalculation, you both attacked at the same time.  

Your hands shot up to block just as Miguel moved forward, and suddenly, his face was inches from yours. You could feel his warm breath, his chest rising and falling in sync with yours. Neither of you moved, frozen in that moment suspended in time.  

The silence was deafening. Your heart pounded, though you weren’t sure if it was from the adrenaline of the fight or something more dangerous. His eyes flicked down to your lips for a brief second before meeting yours again, sending a shiver down your spine.  

No.  

You quickly stepped back, breaking the moment like his closeness had burned you.  

"Good move," you said, trying to sound casual, but your voice came out a little lower than usual.  

Miguel blinked, like he’d just realized what had happened. Then he nodded, running a hand through his hair and looking away.  

"Yeah… good move."  

Before the tension could stretch any further, the dojo door swung open, and the voices of your classmates filled the space.  

"Aw, you guys started without us!" Hawk called out, walking in with a water bottle in hand.  

Behind him, Sam and the others followed, all smiling and getting ready for practice.  

Your eyes met Miguel’s one last time before you quickly looked away. No one seemed to have noticed anything, and maybe that was for the best.  

You shook your head, pushing away the strange flutter in your stomach, and took a deep breath.  

Laughter and conversation filled the dojo, dissolving any trace of the tension from minutes ago. You forced yourself to relax, to act normal as everyone prepped for class.  

Sam walked up to Miguel with a bright smile and, without hesitation, stood on her toes to kiss him on the lips.  

"Hey, babe," she said sweetly, slipping an arm around his waist.  

You watched the scene with a neutral expression, like it didn’t affect you at all. But deep down, there was a small, uncomfortable sting in your chest. It shouldn’t matter. It had no reason to matter. And yet, the image stuck in your mind.  

"Alright, enough chit-chat!" The sensei’s firm voice echoed through the dojo, snapping everyone’s attention back. "Positions!"  

You took a deep breath and got into place, ready for class. Training was intense, as always, and you focused on every strike, every movement, using the physical exhaustion to clear your head.  

By the time class ended, you were drenched in sweat and more than ready to go home. You said a quick goodbye to everyone and left the dojo without sticking around to chat.  

The night air was cool against your overheated skin, and you welcomed the feeling as you walked home. A shower and some rest, that’s all you needed to forget about that weird moment with Miguel.  

But then, your phone buzzed in your pocket.  

You pulled it out and saw his name lighting up the screen.  

Miguel: "Hey... did you get home okay?"  

Your brows furrowed slightly. It wasn’t unusual for him to send messages like that, but after what happened in the dojo, just seeing it made you tense up.  

You took a deep breath and forced yourself to answer normally.  

You: "Yeah, all good. You?"  

A few minutes passed before he replied.  

Miguel: "Yeah, me too. Get some rest."  

You stared at the screen for a moment before locking your phone and setting it aside.  

There was nothing weird about those messages. No reason for you to feel like this.  

Shaking your head, you pushed the thought away and went on with your night like nothing had happened.

The next day, the dojo was more lively than usual when you arrived. Some people were already training, others were chatting in groups. You headed to a corner to start warming up on your own, staying on the sidelines for a moment.  

Everything seemed normal until you looked up and saw Miguel.  

He was on the other side of the dojo, also getting ready, but his gaze met yours for a brief moment.  

A moment that lasted too long.  

It was like you both remembered at the same time what had happened the day before. The closeness, the shared air, the way you had felt his breath mix with yours.  

You looked away first, but you couldn’t ignore the strange flutter in your stomach.  

Act normal.  

You went to grab a water bottle, trying to distract yourself, but just as you turned around, Miguel did too, and you bumped into each other slightly.  

"Oh, sorry," you said automatically, stepping back.  

"No, my bad," he replied with a nervous laugh, scratching the back of his neck.  

The awkwardness between you was obvious. No one else seemed to notice, but you felt it strongly.  

It lingered in the air for a few more seconds, like neither of you knew what to say or how to react. But then, Miguel cleared his throat and forced a smile.  

"I guess we’re a little distracted today," he joked, trying to lighten the mood.  

You let out a small laugh, nodding.  

"Yeah, must be that."  

And with those simple words, you both silently decided it was best to let it go. Pretend nothing weird had happened, that you were still just the same friends as always. After all, there was no point in getting stuck on something so small.  

Training started, and you focused on every move, every hit, every dodge. As the minutes passed, the weird feeling faded, and everything went back to normal.  

Or at least, that’s what you wanted to believe.  

When class ended, Sam walked over with an excited smile.  

"Guys!" she called out, grabbing everyone’s attention. "I’m throwing a party at my place tonight. Nothing crazy, just a little get-together with friends. Who’s in?"  

A bunch of people nodded and gave excited answers.  

"Of course I’m going," Hawk said with a confident grin.  

"Me too," Demetri added, though with less enthusiasm.  

You looked at Sam and smiled.  

"Count me in."  

It had been a while since you’d gone to a party, and even though you saw your friends every day at the dojo, a party was different.  

Miguel agreed to go too, and after a bit more chatting, everyone started heading home to get ready for the night.  

As you walked back, you felt a small excitement bubbling in your chest. Yeah, a party was exactly what you needed.  

When you got home, the first thing you did was flop onto your bed for a moment, enjoying the feeling of being home after training. But it didn’t last long because you remembered the party and that you had to start getting ready.  

With a sigh, you rolled over and forced yourself to get up, heading to the bathroom. You turned on the shower and let the hot water relax your tense muscles as you closed your eyes for a moment. The idea of the party excited you, especially since it had been a while since you’d had a night out with your friends without thinking about fights or training.  

As soon as you got out of the shower and wrapped yourself in a towel, your phone started ringing on the nightstand. You walked over barefoot and saw Sam’s name lighting up the screen.  

"Hey," you answered, towel-drying your hair.  

"Come get ready at my place!" she said excitedly.  

"Now?"  

"Yeah, so we can get ready together and head out straight to the party. Come on!"  

"Alright, give me ten minutes and I’ll be there."  

"I’ll be waiting!"  

You hung up and quickly threw on something comfortable before heading to Sam’s house.  

When you got there, her room was already a mess, clothes, makeup, and accessories everywhere.  

"Finally!" she said with a grin. "I still don’t know what to wear."  

"When do you ever?" you teased, stepping in and dropping your bag on a chair.  

Sam stuck her tongue out at you and kept digging through her clothes.  

"Help me pick," she said, holding up two options.  

The first was a tight black mini dress with thin straps, elegant but bold. The second was a red leather skirt with a black long-sleeve top that had shoulder cut-outs.  

"I like the second one better," you said, pointing at the red skirt.  

Sam grinned.  

"Yeah, me too."  

While she got changed, you started looking for your own outfit. After going through a few options, you settled on a short black dress that highlighted your figure. Simple but flattering.  

You both got ready together, laughing and chatting about the party. Sam did her makeup with precision while you added soft waves to your hair.  

"You’re gonna break hearts tonight," Sam teased with a smirk, glancing at you.  

"Yeah, sure," you said, rolling your eyes.  

"Who knows? Maybe someone at the party will have their eye on you."  

You didn’t respond, just focused on finishing up.  

Little by little, people started arriving. First Hawk and Demetri, then more dojo friends. Music was already playing, and the energy in the house was getting livelier.  

You were in the kitchen pouring yourself a drink when you heard the door open again and Sam’s excited voice.  

"Babe!"  

You turned slightly and saw him walk in. He was wearing a denim jacket over a white t-shirt and dark jeans. He looked good, not that you were going to think about that.  

He greeted Sam first, giving her a quick kiss on the lips before turning to you.  

"Hey," he said with a friendly smile.  

"Hey," you replied casually.  

And just like that, the awkwardness from the past few days seemed to disappear.  

The party went on without a hitch. You laughed, danced, talked about nonsense, and just enjoyed the night. You felt comfortable, relaxed, not overthinking anything.  

But when the tiredness started hitting, you knew it was time to go.  

"I think I’m heading out," you told Sam, who was still dancing with some friends.  

"Already?"  

"It’s late, and I’m exhausted."  

"Alright, text me when you get home."  

As you made your way to the door, Miguel caught up with you.  

"You’re leaving already?"  

"Yeah, I’m sleepy."  

"I’ll walk you home."  

His response was immediate and natural. It wasn’t weird, he always offered to walk you home after parties, so you just nodded.  

"Okay."  

You left together, stepping out into the quiet night, the street lit only by streetlights.  

The cool air was a sharp contrast to the heat of the party, and for the first time all night, a small nervousness crept into your chest. Not that there was a reason for it. Not after deciding to leave any awkwardness behind.  

But then Miguel spoke.  

"Tonight was fun."  

"Yeah, it’s been a while since we went to a party."  

"True. We should do it more often."  

You smiled.  

"Yeah, definitely."  

Silence settled between you, but this time, it wasn’t awkward, it was peaceful.  

When you reached your front door, Miguel stopped.  

"Well, you got home safe."  

"Thanks for walking me."  

He nodded, hands in his pockets.  

"Get some rest."  

"You too."  

And with that, you stepped inside, closing the door behind you.

But even when you were safe in your room, you couldn't shake the feeling that something in the dynamic between you two was changing.  

The next few days flew by in a blink. You barely saw Miguel, not because you were avoiding him, but because you were busy with your own stuff. Between training at the dojo, finals at school, and the excitement of the upcoming prom, you barely had time to think about anything else.  

And that worked just fine for you.  

But even if you didn’t want to admit it, every time you ran into Miguel, something in the air shifted.  

It was subtle, almost unnoticeable but it was there.  

The way he looked at you a little longer than necessary, like he was analyzing you, searching for something in your expression. And more than once, you caught yourself doing the same.  

Even at school, whenever you crossed paths in the hallways or the cafeteria, you could feel his eyes on you before you even looked up to meet his gaze. And every time it happened, you looked away quickly, like it meant nothing.  

Because it wasn’t supposed to mean anything.  

"You seem distracted," one of your friends said one day while you were having lunch together.  

"Distracted?" you asked, looking up from your tray.  

"Yeah. Sometimes it feels like you're in another world. Are you okay?"  

"Yeah, of course," you lied with a smile. "I've just been busy."  

And that was partly true. You weren’t just focused on school and the dojo you were also excited about prom.  

You had been talking to this guy for a while, someone you got along with and thought you'd have a good time with. It wasn’t anything serious, but when he asked you to go to prom with him, you didn’t hesitate to say yes.  

After all, what better way to enjoy the night than with someone who made you laugh?  

The day you announced your prom date at the dojo, everyone reacted with excitement.  

"You're gonna look amazing!" Sam said, thrilled.  

"And who's the lucky guy?" Hawk asked with a teasing grin.  

"Just a friend," you shrugged.  

But what really caught your attention was Miguel’s reaction.  

At first, he didn’t say anything, just nodded with a small smile but you noticed the way his jaw tensed slightly.  

It was a tiny gesture, almost imperceptible.  

But you saw it.  

And for some reason, the idea that it bothered him left you with a strange feeling in your chest.  

You shook your head, refusing to give it any importance. You weren’t going to analyze every look, every gesture. You weren’t going to let a simple dance distract you from what really mattered.  

So you decided to ignore it.  

After that, the weekend arrived faster than you expected, bringing with it the excitement of picking out your dress for prom. You and Sam had planned this day in advance, knowing you wanted to experience it all, trying on dresses, laughing at ridiculous options, and finally finding the perfect outfit.  

The mall was buzzing with energy, filled with other students doing the same thing. You walked through the stores, looking at the displays packed with sparkly and elegant dresses.  

"I can’t believe graduation is so close," Sam said as you passed a store with a huge dress display at the entrance.  

"I know, it feels like everything happened in a second," you replied, excited for the hunt.  

You walked into the first store and immediately started browsing the racks. Sam was looking for something glamorous, while you wanted something elegant but simple.  

After a while, Sam held up a dress with a beaming smile.  

"This one is perfect!" she exclaimed.  

The dress was a deep sapphire blue, with a fitted corset and a layered tulle skirt that gave it a princess-like feel. The sweetheart neckline and delicate straps added a sophisticated touch.  

"It’s beautiful," you admitted with a smile.  

"I’m gonna try it on. Keep looking for yours," she said before disappearing into the fitting rooms.  

You kept scanning the store, running your hands over the fabrics, until a dress caught your eye.  

It was black, made of a material that hugged the body perfectly, highlighting every curve with elegance. The design was simple but striking, with a straight neckline and thin straps resting over your shoulders. But the most stunning part was the open back, with a deep cut that added a bold and sophisticated touch.  

You held it in your hands, feeling the smooth fabric, and you knew instantly that this was the one.  

"I think I found mine," you said out loud, catching Sam’s attention as she stepped out of the fitting room in her dress.  

"Wow!" she exclaimed when she saw you holding it. "That dress screams ‘mysterious and dangerous.’"  

"Is that a good thing?"  

"Absolutely."  

You both tried on your dresses and looked at yourselves in the mirror. Sam twirled around, making her skirt flow gracefully.  

"I love it," she said, satisfied.  

You looked at yourself in the mirror too, and for the first time in a long while, you felt different. More confident, more powerful.  

The dress was perfect.  

"This is the one," you said with conviction.  

Sam looked at you and grinned.  

"We’re gonna look incredible."  

After paying for the dresses, you decided to celebrate with coffee and something sweet at the mall’s café.  

You spent the afternoon talking about graduation, what came next, and how excited you were for prom.  

It was a perfect day.  

But in the back of your mind, there was a small voice telling you that there was one particular person whose reaction to your dress you wanted to see.  

And even though you tried to ignore it… you couldn’t.  

The weeks flew by. School, the dojo, and graduation preparations kept your mind busy, busy enough to avoid thinking about certain things. Or certain people.  

Miguel.  

Without even realizing it, you started avoiding him. It wasn’t planned or intentional, but somehow, every time you saw him, you found a reason to be somewhere else. If he texted you, you took hours to reply, and when you did, your answers were short and cold. If you ran into him at the dojo, you kept the interaction minimal, focusing only on training.  

He noticed.  

You could tell by how persistent he became, how he started messaging you more, asking if something was wrong, if he had done anything to upset you. But you never gave him a clear answer.  

Because you didn’t even know what was wrong.  

You didn’t want to analyze it. You didn’t want to think about why you felt this way. It was easier to ignore it, to focus on the dance and the night ahead.  

And finally, the day had come.  

You started getting ready early, making sure everything was perfect. You took your time with every little detail:  

Your skin glowed after applying your favorite lotion. Your makeup was subtle but flawless, highlighting your features perfectly.  

When it was time to put on the dress, you took a deep breath.  

Black hugged your figure like it had been made just for you. The smooth, fitted fabric accentuated your curves in a classy way, and the open-back design added a bold touch that made you feel powerful.  

But you wanted something extra.  

You grabbed a delicate, long necklace, thin gold chain with a small pendant that rested right in the center of your bare back.  

A subtle but beautiful detail.  

Looking at yourself in the mirror, you couldn’t help but smile. You felt amazing.  

You put on your heels, gave yourself one last look, and you were ready.  

The sound of the doorbell announced your date’s arrival.  

One last glance in the mirror to make sure everything was just right, and then you walked down the stairs with confidence.  

When you opened the door, your date smiled wide.  

“Wow,” he said, clearly impressed. “You look incredible.”  

“Thanks,” you replied with a smile.  

He was wearing a perfectly fitted black suit, with a tie that matched your dress. In his hands, he held a small box with a corsage inside a delicate bracelet of red flowers.  

“This is for you,” he said, opening the box and carefully taking out the floral arrangement.  

You extended your wrist, and he placed it on gently.  

“Thank you,” you said, admiring the detail.  

“Now it’s your turn,” he added, nodding toward the small box you were holding with a boutonnière inside.  

Smiling, you took the pin and, with steady but careful hands, attached it to his suit.  

“All set,” you said.  

“Can we take a few pictures before you go?” your mom asked from the doorway.  

“Of course,” you nodded.  

Your parents were excited. Your mom made sure the lighting was just right to capture every detail, while your dad joked that if they kept taking so many pictures, you wouldn’t get there on time.  

You posed with your date at the entrance, in the yard, even on the porch steps. Solo shots, pictures together, ones with your mom, ones with your dad.  

When they were finally done, you hugged your parents and headed to your date’s car.  

By the time you arrived at the venue, music and lights had already filled the place with contagious energy. Guys and girls, dressed in their best outfits, moved around, some on the dance floor, others at the tables, laughing and chatting.  

You quickly spotted your group of friends.  

Walking over with your date, you introduced him naturally.  

“Guys, this is Oliver.”  

Sam was the first to smile and greet him enthusiastically.  

“Hey! Nice to meet you.”  

Hawk and Demetri followed with jokes and good vibes, easily bringing him into the conversation.  

But then, you looked at Miguel.  

He was there, expression neutral, but there was something in his eyes you couldn’t quite read.  

“Hey, Miguel,” you said, hoping he’d respond like the others.  

“Hey,” was all he said. No smile, no excitement like when he greeted the rest.  

A brief awkward silence followed before Sam jumped in again, switching topics and keeping the conversation going.  

You decided not to dwell on it.  

Tonight was about having fun.  

About getting distracted.  

About forgetting whatever had been messing with your head these past few weeks.  

So you took your date’s hand and smiled.  

“Let’s dance.”

The dance floor was full of energy. The vibrant music had everyone moving without a care, and you were no exception. You danced with Oliver, enjoying the rhythm and the joy of the night. He had good moves, but most importantly, he made you laugh with his exaggerated steps and goofy expressions.  

After a couple of songs, you started feeling exhausted.  

"I need a break," you said, laughing as you leaned on his shoulder for a second.  

"I’ll go with you," Oliver offered, but you shook your head.  

"Go keep dancing, I’ll be back in a bit."  

He nodded and gave you a playful wink before heading back to the dance floor. You walked over to the drink table and grabbed a cup of cold punch. The refreshing liquid helped cool you down as you took a deep breath, trying to catch your breath.  

Just as you took another sip, you felt someone standing next to you.  

"You look beautiful."  

You recognized the voice instantly.  

Miguel.  

You lifted your gaze and found him staring at you. He wasn’t smiling, wasn’t trying to play it casual. His dark eyes had a strange glint, one you couldn’t quite figure out.  

You looked down and simply muttered, "Thanks."  

You didn’t want to give this conversation any more space. You didn’t want to give more power to the emotions starting to stir inside you. So, without saying anything else, you set your cup down and walked away, heading to one of the empty tables to rest.  

From there, you watched as Miguel returned to the dance floor and joined Sam. She took his hand, and they started moving to the music. They looked good together, like always. But there was something… something about the way he looked at you while dancing with her.  

He wouldn’t take his eyes off you.  

And you noticed.  

Every time he spun with Sam, his eyes landed on yours. Every time she laughed, he glanced in your direction.  

Something inside you tightened.  

Trying to distract yourself, you got up and went back to Oliver, who smiled as soon as he saw you.  

"I thought you were done with me," he joked.  

"Not yet," you replied with a smile.  

Just then, the music changed. A softer, more romantic melody filled the air, and the lights in the room dimmed. Oliver raised an eyebrow.  

"Care to dance?"  

You smiled and nodded, letting him place his hands on your waist while you wrapped your arms around his neck. The two of you swayed slowly to the rhythm, moving along with the other couples on the dance floor.  

You tried to focus on the moment, on the sense of comfort Oliver gave you.  

But then you felt it again.  

That stare.  

You lifted your eyes, and through the dim lights, you found Miguel watching you.  

It wasn’t just a passing glance.  

It was intense. Unwavering.  

Pressing your lips together, you rested your head on Oliver’s shoulder, trying to ignore it. But the feeling of being watched never faded.  

When the slow song ended, the DJ switched to a more upbeat track. The dance floor came alive again, and everyone moved with excitement.  

Oliver leaned in.  

"I’m grabbing a drink, want anything?"  

"I’m good, thanks."  

You smiled at him and watched as he walked toward the drink table, just as Sam stepped away from the crowd with the same idea.  

And then, in the middle of the music and flashing lights, Miguel appeared in front of you.  

You didn’t say anything.  

Neither did he.  

But he was close enough for you to feel the heat radiating off him.  

Then, his hand slid subtly down your bare back, right where your necklace chain rested lightly against your skin.  

A shiver ran through you instantly.  

The touch was light, but it left a burning trace behind.  

"If things were different…" Miguel murmured, just loud enough for you to hear.  

Your heart skipped a beat.  

You dared to look up and found those dark eyes staring back at you, caught between longing and guilt.  

You didn’t know what to say.  

Or maybe you did, but the weight of the moment kept the words stuck in your throat.  

Just as you were about to whisper something back, a voice broke through the tension.  

"There you guys are!"  

The bubble burst.  

Sam was there, smiling, completely unaware of the atmosphere between you and Miguel.  

"Come on, guys! Let’s not just stand around in the middle of the dance floor!"  

Miguel instantly took a step back, pulling his hand away from your back like it had burned him.  

You did the same, looking down as you tried to regain your composure.  

The music kept playing.  

The party went on.  

But something inside you wasn’t the same anymore.

[ohworm-writes]

Hi!! Im back (Same anon who requested the soft!dom Nikolai), hope your day/night is going well ^^. Okay, for the life of me I cannot stop thinking about Nikolai with a virgin reader, and every time I do it makes me go crazy 😩😩 like, he already knew about the fact she’d never been with anybody intimately and he couldn’t care one bit, simply content with just kissing and cuddling, even being around her. However, one night the reader comes to him and says she’s ready to lose it, and Nikolai couldn’t be more excited. Honestly feel like he’d be nervous, not wanting to hurt her, even as he’s slowly opening her up with his fingers and she’s moaning, or when she’s begging for him to put it in already as he shush’s her and tells her to be patient.

Ultimately I think I’d be the softest experience ever, and he’d be nothing but gentle and attentive to her, do you think you could write something like this?? (Sorry for it being long again omg but I had sm to say 😭) and obv take ur time <33 🫶🏽

I'm so obsessed with your soft dom Nik thoughts anon like you have absolutely no idea. They wrack around in my brain like a pinball machine. I can't explain it to you any better than that, and I absolutely adore it.

PAIRING f!virgin!reader x Nikolai RATING R - Restricted [ Content warnings: 18+ mdni, soft dom!Nikolai, fingering, soft sex ]

He definately wouldn't care whether or not you're a virgin. To him, it isn't something that really matters much to him. If anything, when considering the act itself, it almost brings up, like you said, a sense of nervousness or anxiety to him in the fear that could possibly come with hurting you.

He isn't a small man, after all. In all aspects.

But when you come to him one night when he's lying down on the couch, spread out comfortably and ready to watch a movie with you, hearing you whine and keen out to him about how you need him... who is he to deny you? You - his sweet, precious, beautiful girl, needing to be taken care of.

That's his job as your boyfriend, after all. Is it not?

He brings you onto his lap, hands on your hips gently kneading the flesh of your thighs, keeping it simple at first as he kisses along your skin, slow and calculated, ensuring he lavishes all the attention he can possibly give to you. To worship and adore you in all of the ways that you deserve.

Hot, heavy, messy kisses, nothing short of tongue and teeth. Sloppy. Wandering hands that grab and grope, your flesh spilling out between the gaps of his fingers. Uneven, shaky, gasping breaths from the both of you, so desperate for more, yet equally trying to keep the situation controlled.

But you need more. And he gives it to you.

He switches your positions a bit, making you lay with your back to his chest, one of his big, warm hands shimmying itself beneath the waistband of those pretty, loose shorts that you had been wearing, two fingers gently teasing around your sex.

You're so fuckin' wet and it drives him absolutely crazy.

He'd use two of his fingers to spread your folds apart, his chin resting on your shoulder as he listens to all of the pretty sounds you make as he teases your cunt. Even with two separate layers of fabric separating your pussy from the open air, both of you can still hear just how wet you are.

One of his fingers is about as thick as two of your own, after all, so after long minutes of waiting, even one of his fingers makes you cry and whimper. And fuck, the way he just explores your insides, all slow and calculating, and then, when you're ready, sinking another finger into your drooling pussy.

Nik's singing you praises all the while, too. Pressing soft kisses to your shoulder as your head falls back onto him, whispering about how warm you are, how you're making such a good mess of his hands, how nice you sound, how you look fucking gorgeous falling apart because of him when he's barely even do anything.

You can feel him getting hard under you, too. Especially with the way his free hand presses down on your lower tummy, molding you into him as he slowly finger fucks you until you practically have tears in your eyes. As loving and caring as he's being, he's going so fucking slow, never giving you enough to be able to cum.

Whimper and whine all you want, but he's exploring your pussy! He wants to make sure he knows how every inch of your insides feel, the way your slick drips down his wrist, the little squeezes you make around his fingers. Let a man have his fun. :(

"Patience, апушка (sweetheart)."

He stresses, tutting you softly as you beg for him to go faster, for him to make you cum, and for him to just fuck you already. It's like he's patronizing you, almost - but the honey coating his voice is too similar to a siren's call, and it simply encourages you to listen.

And oh, is it worth it.

Nikolai is a man of many talents, but making you cum in record time and with such accuracy and precision is, in your humble opinion, his most impressive one.

He moves his arm that holds that hand that was inside of you under your leg, his other moving down to your clit as he presses you into him - even if you thrash, it won't stop him - as he just abuses that poor little pussy of yours, fucking his fingers in and out of you with one hand, curling them against and targeting that spot that makes it hurt to breathe while his other slaps and rubs your clit until you're seizing.

He makes you cum so hard you swear on you forget how to breath properly, cries so high pitched you can't even hear them, drool slipping out of the corner of your mouth, foot cramping, sweat coating every inch of your body.

Every sensation is just too overwhelming but gods, does it feel good.

That's why it almost pisses you off when he asks if he went too far and if you're okay, helping bring you back down to Earth with gentle kisses and a concerned voice. He brings his hands away from your sensitive pussy (not before licking his hands clean and almost cumming from the taste), tracing gentle figures across your skin as he waits for you.

He's so worried that, even from fingering you, he might have hurt you in some way. Even when you reassure him that you're okay and that's the hardest you ever came and that you still want more, he's so worried and hesitant even if he doesn't outwardly show it. You're his girl, and he'd never want to hurt you. :(

Beg him a little more and a little harder, though, and he'll cave. After all, he still hasn't taken care of his own arousal, his cock so hard he swears to himself that it hurts, and you're pussy is all stretched out and wet and waiting for him, right? And you still want his cock to fill you up, right?

And he does just that. He pulls his cock out from his own joggers that he had been wearing, shimmying them down just enough as he pushes the fabric of your shorts to the side. And fuck, the way you're drooling from your little hole has him weak - even seeing your pussy has him on the brink.

He's so cocky and smug all of the time, so he can't help himself than to be a bit of a tease, tracing his tip along the outside of your pussy, tapping it against your clit and tracing it down towards your hole, never pushing in, just having his fun. But even he can't take it for long, having to bite his lip and just go for it.

He's so careful, distracting you with a hot and heavy make-out session, hands at your hips, gently massaging them as he sinks you down onto his cock inch by inch. Not only is his cock thick, but it's so big that even a few inches in has you whining and needing a rest before he tries to keep going.

"So good for me... doing such a good job, yeah? Look at you. Look at how well you take me."

He's talking to himself and he knows it, but he doesn't care. Not when you're so warm and wet and willing to take him.

When it comes to him actually fucking you, he takes his time - similar and different to earlier. His fingers are different from his dick, obviously, so now he's especially careful and considerate about your comfort - always checking in, always making sure you're okay and that you're feeling good as he bounces you up and down on himself.

Have you ever heard that thing that guys will avoid looking at you and do things like a times table in their head to stop themself from cumming so quick? No? Yes? Whatever the case, lucky for you, that isn't Nik.

He's so obsessed with the facial expressions you're making, the sounds that are coming out past (both of) your lips that his own climax climbs up with such suddenness and force, slamming into him as he does you.

A broken curse in Russian falls from his tongue as he can't help himself, his balls emptying out into you without warning, the faintest whimper coming from him as he fucks himself into overstimulation just to make you cum. :( He doesn't care how sensitive he is, he just wants to see you fall apart.

And just... ugh. Aftercare king >>>

He makes sure you're comfortable and gets you all cleaned up (even though he himself has trouble walking from how hard he came), bring you some water and some pain killers and something to eat if you ask, and makes sure you get all the praise and love you could ever ask for. <3

[anonymousdisco]

How’d I get Isikia’d into Yandere Obey Me Chapter Twelve-Tears, Fears, and not so secret discussions

(I'm gonna include the last paragraph from the previous chapter since these had been supposed to be posted together, but schedules did not allow that. Also figured out the laptop, may have to return it for a new one though cause its slightly damaged on the screen. Thank goodness for warranties!)

Lucifer’s POV:

The pain of the fall, the feeling of being ripped apart and unmade, and the horror of being in what we thought would be a land full of beings who would kill us on sight… Even just the smell of the blood we were drenched in from after the fall. She was three thousand at the time. Did she even know what it all meant?

Does she remember? I hope she doesn't. I don't know what to do if she does. “Knock, knock.” A soft knock sounded from the door. I glared at it as (Y/N) stirred in her sleep. I shushed her quickly, thankfully keeping her asleep.

I got up carefully brushing her hair from her face. It had only been a couple hours, but already she had adorably messy hair. It was almost like a bird's nest. I strode to the door quietly with a stern glare. A glare that softened at the sight of my old friend at the door. “Diavolo.” I murmured quietly. “It’s late, why are you here.”

“I had a thought that you might still be awake.” He murmured back quietly. He shifted slightly to reveal Barbatos faithfully by his side. “Barbatos will stay with (Y/N) for a moment while we have that discussion I mentioned to you.”

“This can’t wait? Surely the exchange program can wait till the morning before greeting our guests.” I asked him softly, slightly confused.

“It’s not about the program.” He explained in a whisper. “It's about (Y/N).”

I immediately nodded and followed him after making sure (Y/N) was secure with Barbatos. “Lets us discuss then.”

(Y/N) POV:

“User!” I rolled over tiredly ignoring the noise I heard in my ears. “User! It's important!” I mentally prepared to sit up, but before I could GLitch’s voice rang out again in my head. “Don’t! You're not alone! I’m sending a video feed to your consciousness now, you’ll fall asleep again in the meantime.”

Instantly my limbs and head felt like lead as my consciousness sank back to sleep. Instead of seeing nothing like always  I saw a study. Clearly whoever owned this room had an expensive and classy taste. As I looked around I noticed my body was the same as always except for the fact that I was now transparent. I went to lean against a side table, but instead my arm went through it like I did not exist.

I heard the door click open and whirled around to face it. It was… Diavolo and my brother?! I had never recalled an event like this in the game where they had such serious demeanors together! I leaned in closer peering over Lucifer’s shoulders as they sat down at Diavolo’s desk.

Diavolo sighed and leaned back in his chair resting his head against his hand. “You know, Lucifer… It's such a shame your sister is so close to being an adult.” His eyes gazed into Lucifers. “As customary as it is, I wouldn’t be surprised to find demons lining up around the block to see her soon. Especially now that it will be clear you and your brothers now cherish her. Imagine the political power lower demons will thirst over when it comes to having her hand in marriage.” Diavolo’s voice was soft and musing as he spoke. It sounded almost like he was teasing or taunting Lucifer, but his eyes were anything but that. His eyes were deadly serious and dark.

Lucifer's brow furrowed immediately as his grip on the arms of his chair tightened. “They’ll know better.” He gritted out.

Diavolo chuckled musingly. “Will they…?” He tilted his head a small smirk on his face that would seem innocent if not for the calculating look in his eyes. I felt my heart pound in anxiety as my hands trembled.

“Well if you want it… I can help. We are old friends after all.” Diavolo’s calculating eyes peered straight into Lucifer's shocked ones.

“What kind of help?” Lucifer asked in a darkly quiet voice his grip on the chair relaxing as he leaned back gazing at Diavolo questingly.

“It's simple. We sign a contract between the two of us. You gain the assurance of your sister forever cared for and protected within you and your brother's reach, and I gain her. As the head of household you can sign over the right to her hand forbidding rejection from any unsavory suitors. We have a bit of time before she’s of marriageable age, and I would be content with an engagement till then. PLenty of time for planning after all.”

“Since when did you have feelings for my sister?!” Lucifer exclaimed, shocked.

“I didn’t realize it at first, but after her near death experience I can’t help but acknowledge my feelings for her. Barbatos was a big help in my discovery.” I gasped in shock at all of this. Barbatos helped Diavolo discover his feelings…? How did I not know?!

“Lucifer hummed in thought, relaxing significantly. “It would be nice to know she isn’t too far from home. She will stay with us till the ceremony I assume?” Lucifer gazed at Diavolo thoughtfully as he asked.

“But of course!” Diavolo smiled reassuringly. “Plus after the ceremony whenever I have to go elsewhere without her for a while. That way she doesn't get scared from being alone.” Lucifer nodded, clearly liking this proposition the more he understood it.

“Very well. We can draft something up eventually. I’ll inform her of it once it’s complete.” Lucifer got up after saying that. “If that's all I should go back to her.”

“Of course, friend.” Diavolo got up as well, walking Lucifer to his office door. “Good night, Lucifer.”

“Goodnight, Lord Diavolo.” Lucifer strode out to where my body was sleeping.

I stood there still from shock. This was a development I never expected. Barbatos entered shortly after knocking on the door for permission. In his hands was a tray of tea. His eyes whirled around latching onto me as he glared as if searching for something. “Is everything alright, Barbatos?” Diavolo asked him curiously.

“I thought I saw someone…” Barbatos said pensively, tearing his gaze away from where I stood. I let out a shaky breath of relief that he hadn’t truly seen me. “Preparations for tomorrow have been finished. The angels have informed us they will arrive early in the morning, Solomon will arrive near noon via his own means, and I will open a portal for the other human transfer students once Solomon and the angels have been settled in Purgatory Hall.”

Diavolo nodded thoughtfully. “And the future you foresaw regarding the other human transfer student?”

“While it has changed slightly it will still have the outcome you desire.” Barbatos reassured him.

“Good. Let's retire for the night. We have an early morning.” Diavolo and Barbatos then left and I stood alone in the room.

My gaze darkened again and I felt heavy as though sinking.

Lucifer POV:

I strode quickly wishing to get to (Y/N) quickly. On my way I bumped into Belphegor. It was no surprise to see him up and about so late since he had always been a bit of a night owl since we fell. “Belphegor.” I greeted him from where he stood in front of the door of where (Y/N) was resting.

“Diavolo’s being an idiot.” He glared darkly at the ground curled into himself a bit.

My gaze sharpened. What was he thinking?! It would be over for our family if Diavolo heard him say such things! “What do you mean? Clearly you need more rest, go to bed now.”

“He’s bringing humans to Devildom! Does he have a deathwish for us?! We lost one sister, I'm not losing another to wretched humans!” I gripped him by the shoulders quickly silencing him with a spell. He glared at me in anger thrashing my hold.

“You will not insult Lord Diavolo, or go against his plans.” I saw his resolve in his eyes to not listen to me. I knew if I let him go on his way that he would harm the humans coming here. If that happened…!

I quickly teleported us home and shoved him in the attack, locking him inside. “You will stay here till you learn to listen and heed my words.” I teleported myself back to the castle hiding the way my hands trembled. I wouldn’t lose another sibling of mine by being foolish again like with Lilith. I would protect my siblings from everything, even themselves.

I opened the door to where (Y/N) was resting quietly. I noticed that Barbatos had left already. He must have left (Y/N) in the care of Belphegor to attend to something Lord Diavolo needed. Thankfully she had not woken up in the brief moment she was alone.

I ran a hand through her hair delicately before laying down to go to sleep as well. She would be fine. I would keep the human carefully away from her. No one was going to hurt her ever again. None of my siblings would be allowed to be hurt by this human.

Last thought involving you:

Diavolo

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Future Hubby

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“It's a good thing Lucifer so readily agreed. I would have hated scaring my dearest by having to resort to nefarious means of having her.”

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[ornii]

Hi love your works! Was wondering since it’s that time of year would you consider doing a Bitterly Beautiful Halloween Special or One Shot?

I already had something planned!

Bitterly Beautiful: Hallows Bearing

“Absolutely not..”

“Aww Cmon..”

The Spookiest Time has come to Nevermore and the the decrepit school has been given a thin white blanket of frost to freshen it up. (Y/n) sat on Wednesdays bed, tilting his head to her direction. It’s been a few months since the duo defeated Crackstone, Tyler and Thornhill. After his near death, well technically his death experience, (Y/n) and Wednesday have a newfound love for each other, even if Wednesday barely shows it.

“You seriously don’t want to go to the Hallows Eve celebration?” He said, Wednesday keeps her head forward into her novel, typing so calculating on the Typewriter.

“And bore myself to death outside? I’d rather watch the others freeze in the discomfort of my own room.” She said, (Y/n) chuckled and stood up to approach her, he gets behind her and peers over her shoulder. Wednesday doesn’t stop him, him being blind severely limits his ability to peer into her work.

“You really don’t want to spend time with me? Your favorite Blind helpless boyfriend? I know you have a hero complex.” He says smugly, Wedensday stops typing and tilts her head to him, “I couldn’t predict how annoying you’d be, if I knew I would have preferred you stay dead.” She say with her mundane flat tone, but he knows she didn’t mean it. He, with all the brazen pride, gives her the softest peck on the cheek. Wednesday, still not fully understanding of her emotions, slowly began to burn a shade of rose red. Wednesday scowled and he laughed.

“I can hear your brow furrowing. You’re not mad at me, are you?” He backs up and Wedensday approached, she doesn’t say a word, her death stare was more than enough to say that he’s made a crucial mistake. (Y/n), taking the biggest risk, gently pokes her cheekbones.

“Aww, don’t pout, you know I love you.”

“And you know I hate human contact.”

“Even If it’s my contact?~” (Y/n) utters with slower tone, letting his words dance in the ears of Wednesday. He felt the sudden force of being pushed down on her bed, before he can sit up, Wednesday gripped his wrists, and fully mounted him pinning his wrists to the bed, they were face to face. The sudden shift in the power dynamic was always something that occurred in their relationship, (Y/n) would tease and prod Wednesday, only in good loving spirit, and when she finally cracked and gave in, he got what he wanted.

“Even your contact… your Tried and tiresome acts of physical contact are overused and are fit to stay in the 30’s.” She said, she slowly leans into his ear and spoke sternly into it.

“Luckily for you, I consider myself.. Old Fashioned.” She replies, before their lips could get to know each other more intimately, they hear the doorknob shake, as if someone is trying to enter. Ajax opens the door to (Y/n) and Wednesday, who hurried got off of each other, Wednesday on her Typewriter while (Y/n) playing sorrowfully on the Violin.

“(Y/n).” He said, the inconspicuous boy stops his playing.

“Ajax, is there something you need? I was in the middle of something very important.” (Y/n) says, and Ajax nods and leans in the doorframe.

“Me and Enid are gonna go for the Permafrost Ball. You two wanna double date?”

“That sounds—“ (Y/n) began.

“Positively Suicidal.” Wedensday replies, cutting him off. Ajax shrugs and walks back. (Y/n) tilts his head to her direction.

“Is being liked that hard for you?” He asks, but he doesn’t wait for a response. “I’ll leave you to your book.” He said, and left the room, Wednesday sighed with relief, and felt the pain in her back swell. She could only come up with one solution, ask the one person who seemingly knew everything but absolutely nothing at the same time, Enid.

The two stood in their dorm as Wednesday reluctantly asks.

“Enid, I… require your assistance.”

“Of course! Anything for my best friend and roomie.”

“Riveting… anyway, it seems I have come down with.. something… and I cannot conclude what Illness befalls me, so I’m asking the girl who knows everything.. but absolutely nothing.”

“What was that last part?”

“nothing, can you help?” She asks and Enid casually flips out her phone.

“Obviously! Now what’s hurting you?”

Wednesday walks around, pacing as Enid types.

“I awoke feeling dreadful during the mornings, even nearly vomiting… I, frequent the woman’s restroom more often, my taste buds have soured… my, my breasts have been feeling, tender… I don’t understand what this is.”

“Okay all done!” Enid searches and gets the result, “Drum roll please!” She Said, Wedensday just stares at her.

“Fine, and the winner is.. Pregn—“ Enid stares at the message for what seems to be forever, until she slowly looks up at Wednesday.

(Y/n) wasn’t in his form, he was assisting Eugene with his Bees, as Winter was coming and the lack of pollen will severely affect them. He exits the Bee house, as he does he senses that something is terribly wrong, little does he know, Wednesday Is storming over to him with Enid trying to defuse the death bomb heading straight towards (Y/n). He heard the footsteps approach and could tell by the shoe size and pace it was his girlfriend, and a less than enthusiastic pair following. He smiles as he senses his girlfriend.

“Wednesday my Love, you reconsidered?” He asks, her silence was usual but something was very off.

“I am going to castrate you...” she said with the scariest huff. (Y/n) was backed into a wall of the bee hive, completely confused by what’s going on.

“What? Why? What did I do?” He asks.

“You, put This parasite in me!” She scowls, Enid finally catches up, tired.

“Wednesday… don’t be so angry I hear it’s bad for the baby.” She said, basically spilling the beans, Wedensday turns around to say something but (Y/n) already picked up on it. His hand softly gripped hers and she turned back to face him.

“Wednesday?…” he asks, tilting his head down to her abdomen and Wednesdays cold and callous anger slowly subsided. She kept her eyes locked on his face, scanning it for any mood. But he suddenly but lovingly hugged her, feeling her icy but still body suddenly pressed up against him.

“I, didn’t know you were—“

“I was, afraid to tell you.” She mutters in his ear. “Wednesday Addams, afraid? Color me surprised.” He says, and she squints, not finding his little jabs amusing.

“I’m still considering the castration.” She hisses. (Y/n) relents with an awkward laugh.

“Okay, sorry… uh, who else knows?” He said, “You and I and unfortunately, Enid.” Wednesday said, and Enid waves from the back.

“Isn’t it great? I’m gonna be an aunt!” She says with auch giddy joy, Wednesday didn’t want to show it, but the tiniest smile was on her face. (Y/n) and Wednesday decide it’s best to spend time together, for them to discuss the next steps. But it was mostly (Y/n) kneeling at Wednesday, rubbing her belly so lovingly.

“Hey there little one, I can’t wait to hold you one day.”

“Why are you talking to the parasite.”

“Wednesday, Baby, please don’t call them a parasite…” He says, and gently nuzzles her abdomen.

“Have you told your parents?” (Y/n) asks, and Wednesday was silent for a moment. “No, I had not informed them of my current situation, I suppose we must eventually and I will tell them… I suppose telling yours will bear no fruit.” She says.

“I could care less about what they think, my Uncle will be overjoyed. But now that I think about it..” he begins, “If Enid knows… and being the social butterfly she is… she’s most likely told everyone already.” He says, (Y/n) gently took her hands once more.

“I understand if things will be, different, people tend to talk a lot and, I hope you won’t let what they say waver you. It, scares me… what if our child opens their eyes for the first time and vaporizes everyone? They hurt you or me or… be drones on, afraid of what this means. He said, Wednesday looked at his face, she calmly removed his deep black glasses, seeing his closed eyes, tears slightly welling up, Wednesday’s palms gently gripped his face and spoke as lovingly as she could.

“You are not your father, you will be a loving and fantastic father, regardless of what transpires with our.. Child.” She spoke so, reassuringly, this wasn’t some facade she was putting up, it was honest, genuine and loving. His lip quivers, but he shook down his fear and smiles.

“Now.. open your eyes.” She says, (Y/n) took a few deep breaths and nodded. He slowly began to open them, worried about what will happen, but then he finally gets to look Wednesday in her perfect deep auburn brown eyes. It was all still somewhat of a Blur, but he could make out her face. Wednesday could finally see his, the magic in his eyes faded. And his eyes were tinge of yellow, deep rooted gold. His head leans in and embraced her with a kiss. Their lips depart and there was only one question he had left to ask.

“Wednesday Friday Addams… will you marry me?”

“Yes (Y/n)… a thousand times over… yes.”

[suguru-getos]

୨・┈﹕✦﹕ Kinktober Day 29﹕✦﹕┈・୧

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Geto Suguru x F!Reader -> Wax Play

Warnings: Wax play, soft dom Sugu <3, use of the word 'Daddy'.

Your ears heard the sound of the entrance door opening and closing, followed by footsteps from Suguru, you bit your lip in anticipation, and you let him come to the bedroom door, sitting pretty in a black lacey lingerie and darting your doe eyes at him. Suguru tilted his head, smirking and leaning against the door frame, "Oh wow, someone is all dressed to please me, hmm?"

You are blinded by how beautiful he looks at times, the love in your eyes showing oh-so-easily for him; he would ask you to die and you would. He would ask you to kill, and you would. Calculated footsteps followed through, hands wrapping around your throat and tilting your chin up. Your lips reflexively parted he moment Suguru's gaze landed on you. You wanted a kiss so bad.

You had been teasing him over texts for hours, ever since he left for work. Now he has the time to get back at you. "Got you something." Suguru hums, leaning back and not allowing you to brush your lips against him. His shirt came off; just to make you feel more intimate. "Got these." He cooed, taking out a white colored wax candle. His other hand brought the lighter and lit it up. Your eyes were intermingled with two things, slight nervousness and anticipation.

To ease your worries, Suguru dripped the wax on the skin of his palm, "won't burn you, I promise." He gently chided, you couldn't possibly expect someone as thoughtful as Suguru to not do research now do you?

You gulped, smiling softly at his sentence, "Okay Daddy."

Suguru hummed, walking closer to you, kneeling between your legs, and taking off the fresh set of lingerie you bought for him. "God, I can't wait to ravish you, Angel." The affirmation came from deep below the depths of his throat, biting his lip at the sight of your naked body. Your nipples perked up at the cold air of the air conditioner.

The candle's wax turns into body oil, and Suguru is having fun just contemplating how cute the temperature play would be. "Spread your legs for me," Suguru commanded, glancing at you with softened eyes to soothe the blow of his daunting order. You nodded, spreading your thighs apart. The candle tilted and within two seconds, you feel the hot wax drip right onto your clit. A soft hiss escaped you, the sting of hotness lasted barely a second, before fading off to a delicious feeling of warmth.

"Ngh," You rewarded him with an awfully lewd moan as more drops of wax dripped on you, his thumb finding a way to spread up the body oil into your clit, smirking at the sight of you dancing onto his fingers for more friction. The next turn was for your nipples, droplets of the wax dripping down onto the sensitive skin, making you whine for more. Your cunt was dripping wet, eager for more.

"Beg to be fucked," you heard Suguru order again, and it was as if a reflex had taken over your body. "Please, Suguru, fuck me." You begged in the most honey-laced tone, being such a good girl for him.

Your cunt was twitching around nothing, so awfully turned on with your boyfriend's little temperature play. "Aw, good girl. Look at you, like putty in my hand." Suguru commented, smiling down at you, leaning in to steal a soft, tender kiss.

"I love you, Angel." The voice came out from the depths of his heart, pouring all his love and affection into one sentence. "I love you too, Daddy." Your tone mimicked the same affection; the same love, as easy as breathing for the two of you.

"Going to fuck you nice, treat you even though you've been a little brat today." Suguru chuckled, remembrance of your thirst traps spammed to him stuck like a bulletin in his head. "I'm sorry Daddy, just missed you." You pouted, watching him spread your cunt lips, unzipping himself and thrusting into your cunt in one go, almost balls deep.

"Argh- Ah-" A guttural moan escaped your lips, it seemed like you were being torn apart in the best of ways, heavy panting echoing into the room. "Ssh ssh, take it, take it well." Suguru hummed gently, leaning in and kissing your forehead deeply.

"Fuck, Angel, hugging me so tight, hmm?" Suguru hissed, moving inside you, with slow but deep thrusts. Until he can't possibly fuck you any deeper. Your womb stopping him from going any further. "Still can't take me fully, aw?" Suguru mocked you playfully, kissing your pout off.

His thrusts picked up their pace, kissing your collarbone and leaning in, suckling onto your perked nipples as his lips wrapped around your tits. "Cum for me, whenever you want." He smiled, noticing your walls flutter and twitch around him. "Gonna fill you up, hm?"

You nodded eagerly, arching your back as you felt the orgasm rake through your body, twitching and whimpering with a gasp. "Shit, shit- AH," every single moan, every single sound was vibrating with the way Suguru thrusts his cock into you, also tipping off the edge and filling your fluttering walls with his warm seed.

"That was- ah- amazing." You grinned, panting mess as you felt your high slowly come down. "Liked wax play huh?" Suguru smiled tenderly at you, smooching you once more.

"Next time we'd try edging." You giggled, and Suguru rolled his eyes. "Then you'd start crying that you want to cum and I'm being mean," Suguru commented, leaning in and kissing your cheek.

"I WONTT" You whined out, pouting. "We both know, you will," Suguru smiled, gently taking himself out and watching his cum gush out of you with a frown, tucking it in with his fingers. "Promise, I won't." "Okay then, if you cum without permission next time, I'd ruin your orgasm," Suguru commented and watched you pout again... with a laugh. "See, this is what I was talking about Princess, spoiled you too much haven't I?"

[trailblazethegalaxy]

Old Books ~ *Dan Heng*

Summary: You're looking for a new book to read, so you decide to see if Dan Heng has any. This leads to the two of you engaging in a debate about books and languages to learn...

Pairing: Dan Heng X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Drabble

Word Count: 582

Warning: Dan Heng is a bit OOC. This is an AU to the highest degree.

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“All I’m saying is Don Quixote was not that great of a book.” You shrugged, perusing one of Dan Heng's many bookshelves.

“And I’m saying you’re absolutely wrong.” He shook his head. “Don Quixote is a charming novel I found on Terra. It was funny and thought provoking at the same time.”

"I never thought I'd live to see the day you call a novel funny, especially one from Terra." You shake your head with a teasing smile.

He shot you a glare. "Forgive me for not being textbooks and calculations all the time."

You held your hands up in mock surrender. "I never said that! But I’m sorry. I just found Don Quixote boring.”

Dan Heng scoffed. “Let me guess. You liked those Jane Austen and Brontë novels instead, didn’t you?”

You looked over at him, horrified. “Oh hell no! Wuthering Heights was worse than Don Quixote by a long shot! Heathcliff was the absolute worst!”

He smirked and shook his head. “You’re correct in that observation. I never understood how writers from that age thought those stories were romantic. Are there any classical novels from Terra you do like?”

You paused to think. “Good question. Well, I think the Count of Monte Cristo was really good, one of my favorites actually. A Tale of Two Cities is also pretty good. And I did enjoy reading Anna Karenina and War and Peace.”

One of his eyebrows perked up. “You read War and Peace?”

“More like I skimmed through it.” You mumbled, letting out an awkward giggle. 

Dan Heng shook his head again. “You should read it some time. I think you might enjoy it after you get past all the fluffy 19th century language.”

“I’ll be sure to look into it if I can find it. You never clean up around here. It makes it hard to find anything in this place.”

“Everything has a place and everything is in its place.” He reminded you, his voice sharp.

You rolled your eyes, before muttering under your breath. “Yeah well it seems the place for everything is all over the floor.”

“I heard that!”

All you could do was laugh and hope he didn’t kill you. However, after digging through the shelves some more, you were surprised when he handed you a large book with the words War and Peace printed on the front. You took it, surprised that it felt lightweight despite how big it was.

“Found it.”

“So you did.”

As Dan Heng went back to looking for a new book to read, which was easier said than done, he asked, “So, what’s the oldest book you’ve read?”

“Hmm, probably the Epic of Gilgamesh.”

He nodded. “Not a bad little epic. But I’ve read books older than that.”

You rolled your eyes again. “Of course you have. It's your thing. You love reading books from way back when and from all over the universe. You can probably read every language in the universe and understand it. Even dead languages!”

“Well, I could teach you some if you’d like.” He shrugged.

You perked up. “Please? There are so many cool languages I’d love to learn and use to both impress and scare people with.”

He laughed. “Alright. Pick a language and we’ll start learning when we both have time.”

Nodding, you added smoothly. “You better be prepared for all the love notes in multiple languages I’m going to send you when we're traveling through planets.”

He sighed. "I don't doubt it."

[spicypepperflakesss]

💚 Post-Route Muriel Headcanons | My Masterlist

He hated being the first one to text until he watched you fumbled a text in person

(A modern au headcanon!)

Muriel never liked to text when he needed someone for anything. Sometimes he needed them to ask a question or he needed an item for a project.

Sometimes he misses people and wants to text them first.

Even though it's limited to Asra, Inanna (yes she texts), Faust (and her too), Nadia, and you. Sometimes, very rarely, does he ever text Julian. Portia is not a problem, they have a meme relationship where they only text each other cat or gardening memes (very, very rarely)

But the moment he types out a text, he cringes. "How are you?" No. His thumb hovers over the backspace. Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap. It sounds too forward. "Wyd?" sounds rude. "I miss you." Hell no. He's reserved that for you. And that one time he accidentally sent that to Asra - the thought heats his cheeks with embarrassment. At least Asra was a good sport about it.

That changed when he saw you text. You wanted to reach out, to say hello, to say you missed them.

"No that sounds too simple." you say.

"Maybe try how are you, or a picture of something?" he says

"We're not close like that."

"Do you need to be close to say those things?"

"Well, it depends. I dunno! Maybe... Maybe I just have cold feet?"

Your fingers furiously tap your phone. Each sentence you write is never finished, obliterated by your thumb aggressively hammering the back space.

You give up. You drop your phone to your nose. A phone facepalm that masks the frustrated embarrassment rising to your cheeks.

When you're not watching, Muriel softens at you. You text just like him.

Or perhaps, does everyone struggle with this too?

He knows the feeling too well, so much that his heart might rip out of his chest to hug you tight. Poor you.

But that doesn't happen. Instead, he places a gentle hand on your back. His weight is a familiar comfort. You lean into his side, half-cuddling him.

"Maybe I just won't text for now." you sigh.

He frowns.

If that were him on the other line, he would want you to text him.

His face lights up, it dawns on him. Is this what it's like to be on the other line too?

Eventually, you figure it out. It wouldn't be for a few days that Muriel catches a glimpse of this when you left your phone open in the bathroom.

'Pssst. Long time no talk. Wanna hang? :3c ' you texted.

The exchange between you and this person is warm, even though it took a week for them to reply. They chirp back a hello, a meeting is made, and a distant friendship is rekindled.

Perhaps, he could have the same thing happen to him too?

Later, you borrow Muriel's phone to search something up. His 2015 android phone doesn't have anything besides the bare essentials, a browser, a stock phone video game, and a calculator. His contacts are labeled with the person's last name unless they are close to him

Suddenly, 'Devorak' pops up.

'Gotcha, wanna head out with me and Asra to pick it up?'

Muriel comes out of the bathroom.

"Hey, Julian's asking if you want to meet up with him and Asra for something?"

"Oh." he looks surprised. He didn't think Julian would reply, or even invite him for anything, "Yeah, sure. Tell him I'll go."

You bite back a smile. Muriel sees your attempt. He deadpans, betrayed by a small smile and pink cheeks. Don't tease. Just let him have this, just once.

And you do. You text Julian back as Muriel with your heart full. You can't help but feel happy for him.

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[allisonbaelfire]

Amethyst. - Part 17

Shoto and I stepped back into the ballroom, leaving the cool night air behind. The steady noise of conversation and occasional bursts of laughter filled the space. Shoto’s eyes scanned the room in his usual quiet, observant way.

I followed his gaze to where Katsuki stood, deep in conversation with a group of pro-heroes. His posture was tense, but focused. It was clear he wasn’t here to socialize—he was here to figure out exactly where he wanted to intern. His intensity showed, but that was Katsuki. He didn’t do anything halfway.

“He’s not here to chat,” Shoto murmured, more to himself than to me. “Typical Bakugo.”

I nodded. Katsuki wasn’t the type to waste time, especially not when it came to something as important as his future as a hero. He wasn’t about to sit around and make small talk—he wanted results, and he wanted them now. That intensity was one of the things that made him so dangerous.

Shoto’s eyes shifted across the room, landing on Fumikage and Tenya, who had just arrived with a few students from other schools. They were mingling with the pros, each trying to make their own connections, to carve out their own path in the hero world. I could see the gears turning in Shoto’s mind. He might not say it, but I knew he was thinking the same thing I was: everyone here had a plan, a direction.

Everyone but us.

The good news was, our father, Endeavor stood surrounded by high-ranking pros. His voice boomed as he spoke, his large frame casting a shadow over the group. He hadn’t looked our way yet, which was a relief. No need for a forced family moment tonight.

“You should go talk to some of the pros,” Shoto said quietly, glancing over at me. His tone was neutral, but there was a softness in his eyes. “There’s time, but… you should decide soon.”

I bit my lip, glancing around the room again. “Yeah, I know.”

He gave me a small nod and didn’t push further, letting me take my time. Still, he was right—if I didn’t start thinking about my internship now, I’d get left behind.

I hesitated for a second before forcing myself to move. But as I walked through the room, I could feel the weight of the stares around me. The pros I didn’t know were whispering, casting sideways glances in my direction. The ones I did know avoided me, probably thinking I was too complicated or dangerous to be their intern.

By the time I reached the bar, I wasn’t in the mood for any more fake smiles or half-hearted conversations.

“Hey, Dove.”

I turned at the sound of the familiar voice, finding Hawks leaning casually on the bar next to me. His easy grin and relaxed posture were as charming as ever, but I could see the sharpness in his eyes, always calculating, always watching. Fumikage, clearly eager to be Hawks’ intern, gave me a polite nod before stepping away, probably to mingle.

“Lookin’ a little tense there,” he teased, though his tone had a hint of concern. “Big night getting to you?”

I shrugged, trying to smile back. “Just… figuring things out.”

Hawks took a sip from his drink, his gaze flicking around the room before settling back on me. “Yeah, well, this place isn’t exactly full of saints. Most of ‘em are just here to stir up gossip.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Tell me about it.”

He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. “You know who’s not? Best Jeanist. Take a look.”

I followed his gaze and saw the hero standing near the far wall, tall and poised, his presence commanding without being overbearing. He wasn’t talking or even watching me. He just stood there, calm and composed, a silent observer. No whispers, no judgment.

Hawks smirked, his tone light but thoughtful. “I like him. Not just because he’s not part of the rumor mill,” Hawks tilted his head toward him. “he all about control, order. Something you could probably use a little more of.”

I raised an eyebrow at him, trying not to smile. “And what’s that supposed to mean?”

“C’mon,” Hawks teased, his eyes glinting with mischief. “You’ve got power, Dove, but control? That’s what’s gonna take you to the next level. And Jeanist? He’s the master of that.”

I hesitated for a second, thinking about it. Hawks wasn’t wrong. Control was exactly what I needed—over my quirk, over my emotions. Best Jeanist’s discipline could be the key to mastering both the flames I kept hidden and the Ice Dragon. I could refine them, make them mine.

“You think he’d take me on?” I asked.

Hawks grinned. “I think he’d be thrilled. I’ll introduce you.”

I followed him through the crowd, weaving between groups of pros and students alike. My stomach knotted a little. Best Jeanist was one of the top heroes for a reason—he wasn’t just skilled; he was precise, methodical, everything I sometimes struggled to be. But Hawks seemed confident as he walked over, his grin still in place.

“Jeanist, always a pleasure,” Hawks greeted, flashing his signature smirk.

Best Jeanist turned toward us, his posture impeccable, standing with his hands behind his back. His sharp eyes swept over Hawks before landing on me. It was the kind of gaze that seemed to assess you in a second, as if he could already tell what kind of hero you were just by looking.

“Hawks,” he replied, his voice steady and calm. “And you must be Y/N Todoroki.”

I straightened up slightly, nodding. “Yes, sir.”

Hawks smirked. “I was just telling her she could learn a thing or two from you.”

Best Jeanist’s eyes stayed on me, as if he were searching for something. “I have heard about your abilities. You show great promise, but promise is merely the beginning. Power alone is

dangerous without control. I have seen that your potential is vast, but potential requires discipline to become something more.”

I swallowed, feeling the weight of his words. He wasn’t just commenting on my quirk—he was talking about the responsibility that came with it, something I’d been trying to figure out for a long time. The unpredictability of my flames, the raw power of the Ice Dragon… it all felt like something I could only partially harness.

Hawks, of course, broke the tension with a light chuckle. “See? Told you he was no-nonsense. Perfect for you.”

Best Jeanist’s gaze didn’t waver. “If you are interested in learning control, I am open to taking you on as an intern. However, this will not be easy. It will require not only commitment but the willingness to refine every aspect of yourself as a hero.”

I blinked, a little surprised by the direct offer. “You’d really take me on?”

Best Jeanist nodded once. “I believe you have the capability. But capability is not enough. Dedication and focus will determine how far you can go. If you are ready to push yourself, then I will guide you.”

I glanced at Hawks, who gave me an encouraging nod. “I’m ready,” I said firmly, meeting Best Jeanist’s eyes.

“Very well,” he replied, his tone final but approving. “You should pack your suitcase tomorrow then.”

With that, he gave me a nod and turned back toward the other pros he had been quietly observing. I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.

Hawks gave me a light pat on the shoulder, his grin wider than ever. “See? That wasn’t so hard, now was it?”

I smiled at him, grateful. “Thanks for the introduction.”

He waved it off with a grin. “No problem, Dove. You know me, I can’t help it, seeing a Dove in need.” He smirked.

I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding, feeling both relieved and a little apprehensive. Best Jeanist wasn’t going to be easy, but that was exactly what I needed right now—someone who could help me control the parts of my power that I’d been holding back. Someone who could push me to the next level.

Hawks tilted his head, motioning toward the bar. “You want a drink or something? Or maybe I should leave you to your thoughts. Big decision and all.”

I chuckled softly. “I think I need a minute to process.”

He grinned again. “Alright, Dove. I’ll catch you later.”

As Hawks disappeared into the crowd, I let myself take in the room again. Katsuki was still talking to the pros, probably negotiating his own internship. Shoto was near the back, speaking quietly to Fumikage and Tenya. And Endeavor… well, he was still occupied, thankfully.

But I had made my decision. Best Jeanist had offered me a chance, and I wasn’t going to waste it.

___________

As the night wore on and the crowd in the ballroom began to thin out, I found myself standing near the exit, lost in thought. Best Jeanist’s offer weighed on me, but it also felt like a small victory.

Shoto appeared beside me quietly, as he often did, his expression calm but guarded. He glanced at me from the corner of his eye, and I knew he had noticed my conversation with Best Jeanist. We hadn’t spoken much tonight—like most nights—but he always had a way of being around without needing to say much.

“You talked to him, the new Number 3.” he stated, his voice neutral.

I nodded, feeling the weight of everything I’d kept bottled up. “Yeah. I think I’ve made my choice.”

Shoto didn’t respond right away. His gaze drifted to where Endeavor still stood, commanding the room as he always did. After a long pause, he spoke again. “I’ve made my choice too.”

I frowned slightly, curious but cautious. “Where?”

His eyes flicked to mine, and for a split second, I thought I saw hesitation. But then he spoke with that usual calmness, the same tone that never quite gave anything away. “I’m going to intern with Endeavor.”

The words hit me harder than I expected. I blinked, caught off guard. Of all the pros he could’ve chosen, he picked him? “Are you serious?”

“I need to,” he said simply, as if that answered everything. His eyes remained on our father. “If I want to surpass him, I need to understand him.”

There was something distant in his tone—like this wasn’t a decision made out of emotion, but cold logic. And that was Shoto. He wasn’t doing this to reconcile or gain approval; he was doing it because it made sense. Still, I couldn’t shake the unease in my chest.

I hesitated, then blurted out the words that had been weighing on me for a while. “Shoto… I’m sorry.”

He finally turned his gaze fully toward me. “For what?”

I swallowed, forcing myself to continue. “For keeping secrets. About the Ice Dragon… about my flames.” It felt strange to say it out loud, but I knew I had to. “You’ve always been honest with your powers, and I wasn’t. I don’t want to keep holding things back like that from you.”

His expression didn’t change much, but the silence between us spoke volumes. We weren’t close, and I didn’t expect him to forgive me or understand right away. But I needed to take control of my actions, starting now

“You had your reasons,” Shoto said after a long pause, his voice as measured as always. “we all have things we need to figure out.”

I couldn’t tell if that was his way of offering some form of understanding, but it was the closest thing to an acknowledgment that I’d get from him. Still, his calm demeanor left little room for real connection.

“I didn’t see you choosing him,” I said, changing the subject, but I kept my voice soft. “Interning with Endeavor.”

His eyes flickered again, almost as if he’d expected me to question it. “Neither did I.” A pause. “But it’s what I need to do.”

I wanted to ask if he was sure—if he could handle working under someone who had been so destructive in our lives—but I kept my mouth shut. Shoto wasn’t the kind of person who made decisions lightly, and questioning him wouldn’t change anything. This was his path, just as mine would be with Best Jeanist.

“I guess we both have a long week ahead,” I said quietly, offering him a small nod.

Shoto nodded in return. “We do.”

There was no warmth in his voice, but there wasn’t coldness either—just a quiet understanding that things were about to change for both of us. We weren’t going to walk the same path, and that was fine. We had both made our choices.

As we stood there, the ballroom noise faded into the background. The distance between us remained, but maybe—just maybe—there was a small bridge forming between our individual struggles and the decisions we had to face. Neither of us knew what the next week would bring, but we were ready for it, in our own ways.

Amethyst. - Masterlist: click here

[rebelscums]

You Drew Stars (Tech x Jedi reader)

Ratings: Angst | Slow burn | Fluff

Summary: Unrequited love is a real bantha

Pt 1 of You Drew Stars

Everything… Our home… Our lives… It was all gone. Sunk to the bottom of the sea.

Kamino had became a second home to me when I was first assigned to my squad, Clone Force 99. Otherwise known as the bad batch. The council thought my presence would help the team to be less wreckless, but they were once again wrong.

I did my best to take care of my team, to keep them safe with each battle we were faced with. In time they came to feel the same, our once shaky team became a family.

The few years were filled with funny moments and sad ones from losing friends along the way. My life had been as simple as it could be thrust into a war… That is until order 66.

Everything became messy back then. I ran away that day with Kanan as we fled from the clones we once called friends who were hunting us. I managed to get him somewhere safe before our paths parted. It meant what we wanted, the two of us with our only connections to our lives before and the Jedi. I had to leave the young Padawan, the only safest option to keep our identities hidden. I prayed to the force every night that he was safe as I continued to my journey to find my squad. To somehow reason with them… Months passed before I was able to track down my makeshift family.

When I found them in that dingy bar, I couldn’t stop the tears from falling. It was like the missing pieces in my heart were put back together. Hugs and greetings were made and I still remember the shock I felt when Tech gently wrapped his arms around me.

“It’s good to see you again General.”

It was no secret between the squad that I had a particular soft spot for the intelligent clone. It happened slowly through our days of war and the only thing to keep me from curling in on myself were long conversations with him of absolutely anything. Those moments were carried with me in my recent days of being alone.

“I am no longer your General.” I joked.

“Impossible. You will always be our general.” Was his simple reply.

I smiled into his armor, “I missed you to, Tech.”

It didn’t take long to relise that they were on the run from the empire as well. They told me about how they found out chips were implanted in the heads of every clone trooper forcing them to follow order 66. A heavy weight left my chest from hearing that it wasn’t truly them, but returned just the same thinking about all the poor clones out there who have to commit such atrocities… Then they told me about Crosshair and the feeling of pain only grew.

Though I did meet a new friend by the name of Omega. She was a sweet girl with a brilliant mind and I quickly took her under my wing. Absolutely no one would hurt this bright soul.

From that moment on we spent months chasing after adventures throughout the galaxy and working under Sid. Sid however, knew nothing of me being a Jedi and I’d like to keep it that way.

Everything was different, but not different in a bad way. Our family grew closer as we slowly learned what we could be apart from war. Tech and I grew closer, noticed by all especially Wrecker who seemed to tease Tech any chance he got. I still remember the first time I fully opened my grief to Tech.

It was just after Camino being destroyed, Crosshair staying behind once again for his beliefs, destruction surrounded us all. It was odd that it was in that moment that what we have lost hit me in an aching force.

“I can’t breathe.” The words barely got out as I held on one of the crates lodged in the back of the ship, “I can’t-”

Everything was shaking as if an earthquake was occurring in that very room. It wasn’t until later that I realized it was because of me and my heightened emotions causing an imbalance in the force.

“It is quite normal to be experiencing lack of breath do to an accelerated heart rate. By my calculations you are having a panic attack.”

“Tech.” I pleaded with the clone.

“I apologize… I’m afraid the only thing to stop your condition is to get your heart rate down.”

“How?” I cried out, a wooden crate crumbling into pieces on the other side of the wall.

I didn’t notice the way Hunter entered the room or Tech silently nodding at him to wait outside.

“Everything is gone! Our home is gone! My friends are… Crosshair… The Jedi… My master Secura. My force, Master Billaba didn’t deserve to die either! If only I had stayed to help her, but instead I ran. And your home didn’t deserve to be destroyed! Everything! Everything is just… Gone.”

“You are not gone. I am not gone.” He spoke softly, “Neither is Hunter, Omega, Wrecker, Echo, or Crosshair wherever he may be… And you didn’t run. You helped your friend’s padawan escape, you saved that kid.”

My breathing began to slow down as I took in his words. He was right in a way… We were not gone.

“As for our home is not gone either because a place doesn’t make a home-” He took a small breath, “We make each other a home.”

“Tech…” I spoke his name as soft as a gentle breeze.

“Your heart rate seems back to normal. How do you feel?” He asked.

I wiped the sticky tears from my face as I took a breath, “Better.”

I gave him a soft smile, one he returned.

I think that was the moment my heart began to beat a little faster for the tall trooper. He gave me a feeling that I have only ever felt before I was taken in by the council. When I was, but youngling held close to my mother’s side… A feeling of comfort and home.

My feelings only grew stronger from there as I slowly came to the terms that I was in love with Tech… A problem in and of itself and so here I was trying to solve my problems in a bucket of mantell mix.

“I don’t know what to do Hunter.” I sighed, “Jedi were forbidden to form any attachements… But I am no longer a Jedi under the council.”

“You could always just tell him.” He suggested.

“Have you met your brother? I can barely touch him without the poor man freaking out. Imagine just suddenly telling him I like him… He would go into shock! No, I need to do this slowly… Ease into it maybe?”

“That seems… Stupid.” He chuckled and I followed it with a sigh.

“It’s the only option I have. I don’t want to ruin our friendship by suddenly confessing and I don’t even know if he likes me back yet.” My shoulders slumped, “Oh my force, what if he doesn’t even like me back?”

“I highly doubt that.” Hunter muttered under his breath.

“Come again?” I asked not hearing him.

“Nothing.” Hunter shook his head as he stood up, “Why don’t you try openly showing how you feel and see if he returns it.”

My brows furrowed, “Like flirting?”

Hunter nodded, “Yeah. Although I think it’s stupid to not just admit your feelings, but it’ll give you confidence and when you feel comfortable to confess, do it.”

Wreckers voice echoed throughout the cantina signaling their arrival.

“Oh look who’s back.” Hunter smirked as he patted my shoulder as he left, “Good luck.”

I took a breath before sliding off my stool to greet the other half of our team. I slid in beside Tech, his eyes barely glancing up from his holopad.

“General.” He greeted with ease.

“Tech.” I mused as I carefully pushed the holopad down from where he had it so close to his face.

I could see the confusion and slight embarrassment in his eyes, “How was the mission? I have no doubt you handled it perfectly as you always do, yes?”

“Ah…” He trailed off and I could see his nervousness already starting to rise and I hadn’t even touched him yet.

It was honestly adorable in a way that embodies Tech. I waited patiently for his response in no means of retreating. He was just about to answer just as Omega wrapped me up in a hug.

“You wouldn’t believe the adventure we had!” She smiled as I returned her hug, “There was this huge sea beast and Tech whipped the ship so fast it we almost crashed into a cliff!”

“You what?” Hunter stepped in causing Omega to pull away from and towards him.

“I wouldn’t say crash. I had everything perfectly under control.” Tech intervened.

“Yeah!” She grinned.

“Tech crashing? I’d never believe that.” I glanced back up at Tech with a cheeky grin.

“Indeed.” Tech’s lips twitched upward slightly in return.

If anyone would ask me describe Tech’s eyes. I would say it felt like the warmest of hugs when he would wrap me into his gaze. I thought maybe… Just maybe…

We could be.

“Say… Do you want to go get something to eat?” I asked him hoping that he would agree and we could get some time alone.

“Oh I’m starving! But only if you’re cooking!” Wrecker boomed.

I couldn’t even be angry at the big teddy bear when he rubbed his stomach as if he hadn’t eaten in weeks. Even though I know fully well that they are because, I made them the food.

I let out a breathy laugh, “Well we should get going then.”

Our family was crazy messy and dramatic, but it was perfect… Until it wasn’t.

“Before you guys go I have another mission for you! It involves one of my informants.” Sid waved at us to follow her into her office.

As we walked by the bar, I grabbed my mantel mix and handed it to Omega so that she could have something to snack on before dinner.

“Thank you!” She accepted the treat, happily shoving a handful in her mouth and passing the box to Wrecker so he could eat.

“She’s going to turn into Wrecker with her eating habits.” Tech sighed.

“I don’t know… She has quite a bit of each of your personalities.” I smiled gently at him as we entered the office, “If it’s any consolation, I like your personality the best.”

He fixed his glasses nervously, “I am intelligent so it’s only natural that you would think so.”

“I wouldn’t see it any other way.” I replied.

“Well now that you’re all here, this is my informant.” Sid motioned to the chair and we all directed our attention to the beautiful woman sitting in it.

“The name’s Phee.” She grinned.