#but I wasn't sure how I wanted to finish it and how not to make this narrative simply tedious to read

[gf2bellamy]

Hii! I am in love with your writing! Specially the sunshine!reader x Spencer, I don’t know if you are taking new requests, if you aren’t feel free to completely ignore this, but I would love to see your take in one of the BAU member (maybe Emily) sort of call out Spencer in the “soft spot” he has for reader. And he’s all like I don’t???? But ofc they would notice this bc 1. They are profilers 2. They just know him. I can imagine Emily’s speech on how it’s ok to let people in and how she thinks they would be good for each other 🥰 or idk something better you can come up

Anyways I just want to thank you for sharing your writing with us 🤍✨

good — spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader ( no use of y/n ) content warnings: postprison!spencer so mentions of insecurities in regards to that a/n: hiii !! this is such a wonderful idea <3 i wasnt entirely sure if you wanted post!prison spencer but i thought it fit your request best so i hope thats alright !! <33

Emily narrowed her eyes as she studied the scene unfolding before her. There you and Spencer were, sitting close together in the back of the jet.

Spencer was leaning in slightly, helping you solve a crossword puzzle. She watched as his fingers brushed yours gently when he took the pen from your hand, as he wrote the next answer. You glanced up at him, as if you weren't sure whether to be grateful or flustered. 

He’d practically solved the whole thing in the blink of an eye, but instead of simply finishing it, he waited for you to catch up, his gaze flickering to yours every so often with a small, encouraging smile. 

Emily couldn’t help but shake her head as she looked out the window again.

It wasn’t the first time she had seen the two of you like this—closer than anyone else on the team. She could see it in Spencer’s eyes—he had a soft spot for you, no question. The way he took his time with you, how he tried to make you laugh or ease your stress, it was so different from how he interacted with the rest of them.

And as much as she had grown to appreciate the dynamic, Emily had to admit, she was getting tired of watching both of you dance around the obvious.

Emily couldn’t remember the last time she had seen Spencer smile this much, this freely. It had been a long road since his release from prison, and though he was slowly piecing himself back together, it was clear that you played a significant role in his recovery.

The way he would light up at the smallest of gestures from you, or the way he would seek out your company without hesitation—it was a refreshing change.

Her thoughts were interrupted by your laughter—loud and genuine—as Spencer cracked a joke about one of the crossword clues.

Emily’s eyes flicked to the two of you just in time to see your shoulder brush against his, your body language open, comfortable.

But it wasn’t just your laughter that caught Emily’s attention—it was the look Spencer gave you in that moment. His eyes lingered on you, soft and warm. Emily noticed the way his lips curled upward ever so slightly.

Emily sighed inwardly, leaning her head against the seat. She wasn't sure what either of you were waiting for, but she hoped, for both of your sakes, that you would stop pretending like nothing was happening between you.

The next instance was when Emily had had enough.

The moment you and Spencer walked into the bullpen together, Emily's gaze immediately locked onto the way he had a hand resting casually on the small of your back.

Her eyes nearly popped out of her head. She knew she wasn’t imagining it—there was no mistaking the way Spencer was always hovering just a little bit closer to you, the way his body seemed to naturally gravitate toward yours. 

“Do you want some coffee?” Spencer asked you. You hesitated for a moment as you approached your desk, dropping your bag down with a soft sigh.

You glanced at the stack of files waiting for you. “Yes, I have like 20 files to get through,” you said, shaking your head. “I’m going to need that coffee.” 

Spencer smiled. “I’ll make you one,” he said, his tone soft as he set his own bag down on his desk. He didn’t waste a moment before heading toward the break room, but not before he threw one last comment over his shoulder. “I’ll help you with some of your files later.” 

He didn’t wait for your response, though Emily could already predict what it would have been—a quick “No, that’s fine.”

You didn’t want him to do too much for you, but Spencer had this way of offering help, and even though you would have rather tackled the work yourself, you knew it would have been pointless to argue with him. 

You bit your lip, trying to suppress the smile that threatened to slip out as you watched him leave. You turned your attention back to the files, your hand instinctively covering your mouth to keep yourself from letting out the giggle that bubbled up in your chest. 

Emily saw her opportunity and took it.

Without hesitation, she walked into the breakroom, where Spencer was carefully pulling two mugs from the cupboard.

One was your favorite—white with a print of Snoopy lying on his red doghouse. Spencer had gotten it for you on your birthday after overhearing you talk about how much you loved Snoopy as a kid.

The other mug was his—bright yellow, with an image of Woodstock perched happily on a branch. 

That one had been your gift to him. 

Emily still remembered the way Spencer had reacted when he unwrapped it, his fingers brushing over the design as realization dawned on his face.

“Snoopy and Woodstock have to stay together,” you had said with a grin, eyes twinkling with amusement. 

For a moment, he had just stared at the mug, lips parted as if he couldn’t quite find the words. Then, without thinking, he had pulled you into a tight hug. You had stiffened for half a second, caught off guard, before melting into his embrace.

Emily had caught the entire moment from across the room, sharing an exasperated look with JJ. The two of you were so painfully oblivious to what was right in front of you.

Now, standing in the breakroom, she cleared her throat.

“Morning, Spencer,” Emily greeted, reaching for a cup of her own. 

Spencer, clearly lost in his own thoughts, blinked at her before nodding. “Morning, Emily.”

He carefully poured coffee into the Snoopy mug first, taking his time, as if it was second nature to prepare yours before his own. 

“Have a good weekend?” she asked casually, watching him with thinly veiled curiosity. 

He glanced at her briefly before continuing his task. “Yeah. I was happy to have some days off,” he said with a small nod, carefully placing your cup aside before starting on his own. “You?” 

“Yeah. Thanks,” Emily replied, swirling her own coffee absentmindedly. She was biding her time, figuring out the best way to ease into the conversation she really wanted to have. 

“Did you do anything fun?” she asked, the question innocent enough but leading somewhere more intentional. 

Spencer shook his head. “Not really.” 

Emily hummed. “You know, you should do something fun.” 

Spencer finally glanced at her, a little suspicious now. He knew Emily too well to think she was just making small talk. She wasn’t one for casual, meaningless conversation. 

She didn’t say anything else right away, though. Instead, she took a slow sip of her coffee, eyes drifting through the breakroom window, settling on you. 

You were sitting at your desk, chewing absentmindedly on the end of a pencil, clearly lost in thought. Your brows were furrowed as you studied whatever was in front of you, your lips pursed slightly.

It was such a small, unconscious habit, but Spencer had noticed it long ago. He had seen you do it a dozen times when you were concentrating, and for some reason, it was something he always found himself captivated by. 

Emily turned her gaze back to Spencer, and—just as she expected—his eyes were already on you. 

And then, just as quickly as he had let himself get lost in the sight of you, he pulled himself away, dropping his gaze back to his coffee as if it had suddenly become the most interesting thing in the world. 

Emily smirked. Gotcha. 

“She’s good for you, you know,” Emily said, her voice softer now. 

Spencer’s grip tightened slightly around the handle of his mug. He stared at her for a moment. 

Then, just as quickly, he looked away again. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he muttered. 

Emily chuckled. “Spencer.” 

He sighed, shaking his head, but Emily could tell he wasn’t annoyed. Just… hesitant. 

“You should tell her,” she said, shrugging. 

Spencer swallowed, his fingers twitching slightly where they rested against the counter. “It’s not that simple,” he finally admitted. 

Emily tilted her head. “Why not?” 

Spencer didn’t answer. Not immediately, anyway. But he didn’t have to. 

Emily already knew. 

She knew Spencer was afraid. Afraid of ruining what he had with you. Afraid that you didn’t feel the same way. Afraid that, after everything he’d been through, he wasn’t allowed to have something good. 

"She likes you too, you know that, right?" 

Spencer stilled, the metal spoon clinking softly against the ceramic mug as he hesitated. Emily’s words hung in the air between them, impossible to ignore. 

His grip on the spoon tightened slightly before he forced himself to continue stirring his coffee, feigning indifference.

“You don’t know that,” he muttered, his voice quieter than before. 

Emily huffed. “Spencer, you’re a genius. Do you really expect me to believe that you haven’t noticed the way she looks at you? The way she leans into you when you talk, the way she lights up when you’re around?” She tilted her head, eyes sharp as she studied him. “She likes you, Spencer. And you like her. So why are you making this so complicated?” 

Spencer swallowed, staring down into the dark liquid in his mug. “Because… because what if I ruin it?” His voice was barely above a whisper, but Emily heard him. 

Her expression softened slightly. “You won’t.” 

Spencer let out a humorless chuckle, shaking his head. “You don’t know that either.” 

Emily sighed. She could see it now—the self-doubt, the hesitation, the fear that had been planted deep within him after everything that had happened. After losing so much.

He was afraid of getting too close, afraid that if he let himself have this, it would eventually be taken from him, just like everything else. 

Her voice gentled. “Spence, it’s okay to let her in.” 

He glanced up at her then, his eyes conflicted, torn between hope and uncertainty. 

“She’s already in,” Emily continued. “You just haven’t let yourself admit it yet.” 

Spencer exhaled, his shoulders slumping slightly.

He wanted to believe her. He wanted to let himself have this—have you. But that lingering fear, that quiet voice in the back of his mind, kept telling him that if he did, he’d lose you too. 

Emily must have sensed his hesitation because she suddenly reached over and took the spoon from his hand, placing it on the counter with a firm clink. 

“Talk to her,” she said simply. “Or don’t. But don’t sit here and pretend like this doesn’t exist. Because we both know it does.” 

Spencer stared at her, then down at the two mugs once again.

Snoopy and Woodstock.

A pair that was always meant to be together. 

And then, before Emily could say anything else, he grabbed both mugs and walked out of the breakroom—straight toward you. 

Emily watched as Spencer placed the coffee in front of you. You barely even glanced at the mug before flashing him a wide, grateful smile as you wrapped your hands around the warm ceramic.

Spencer’s lips quirked into a soft smile, his eyes lingering on you a little longer than necessary. Emily caught the way his fingers twitched at his side, the way he hesitated—as if debating something in his head. Then, as if gathering every ounce of courage he had, he took a deep breath. 

And then—he said something. 

Emily couldn’t hear it from where she stood, but whatever it was made you freeze. Your mouth dropped open slightly, eyes widening in surprise. 

For a brief, agonizing second, Spencer looked like he regretted saying it, his expression shifting into something nervous, almost panicked. His fingers flexed at his sides, waiting for you to react. 

Then, suddenly—your face broke into a huge smile. 

A real one. The kind that made your eyes crinkle at the corners. The kind that held no hesitation, no uncertainty. The kind that answered whatever question Spencer had just asked. 

You nodded. Quickly. Eagerly. Almost as if you couldn’t believe it had taken this long. 

And Spencer—who had been watching you anxiously—grinned. A wide, relieved, genuine grin. 

He let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, his whole body seeming to relax. His fingers tapped lightly against his leg before he instinctively reached up to push his hair behind his ear, a nervous habit that Emily had seen a million times before.

Only this time, it was different. 

This time, he was happy. 

He glanced at Emily from the side, as if checking to see if she had seen everything unfold. 

Emily, still watching, simply smirked and shot him a small, knowing smile. 

Finally. 

[f1fantasys]

Thought you were mine all along, guess I was wrong - Part 9

Summary - pretty sure you can guess from the warnings below ;) Can be read as a standalone if you just want smut.

Warnings - filthy smut, minors DNI PLEASE. penetrative sex, unprotected sex, oral sex both m! and f! receiving, blowjob, fingering, squirting, cockwarming, anal sex, swearing, dirty talk.

A/N - THANK YOU so much if you're still following this story. I'm so so happy with how it turned out and I had so much fun writing the never ending smut in this chapter.

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6. Part 7. Part 8.

6K+ words!

That night was the last time you saw Lando in person. You'd went into it with nerves, fear even, but you left feeling lighter, hopeful. Even though he hurt you, so much, you always knew a part of you could never hate him, but rather always love him, and to somewhat have him back in your life was the best feeling you'd had in recent months, so you'd take it.

Lando was busy preparing for the new season, training camps, assessments, sponsor events, and so he was hardly home in the last couple of weeks, only dropping in for a day or two here and there, never getting the chance to meet up since you yourself were busy prepping, but you were content with how things were at the minute. You'd kept in touch, more so than you'd initially hoped so, but things were going well. Texting through the day, Facetimes almost every other night, talking about everything and nothing. You could see Lando was still reserved, not wanting to push boundaries and make you uncomfortable, for which you were grateful. Things were slowly sliding into place, and you were here for it. Each time you saw his face on your screen, butterflies re-ignited in your stomach, heat crawling through your body whenever he gave you a dimpled-smile, and not to mention how your cunt throbbed for him when he'd called you after his assessment, sweat dripping off his body.

It was the Friday before pre-season testing started next week, so that only meant one thing - a final hurrah at Jimmyz to close in the winter break with all of your close friends, work related and non-work related.

Lando was still in the UK, he was only flying home to Monaco this weekend to pack and then head off to Bahrain. which is where you knew you'd see him again. But as you were getting ready, your phone buzzed with a message from him.

''Flying back home, see you tonight at Jimmyz?''

Your heart pounded. Yes you fucking wanted to see him, but still, a part of you was nervous, shy almost because things were slowly falling into place and it was only a matter of time until there was a shift between the two of you. It suddenly felt like your crush was texting you as a blush crept up your neck and face. But before you could reply, another message came through.

''If you want, I know you'll be there but I can skip it if you're not..ready..no pressure :)''

You smiled to yourself, quickly typing out your response.

''Relax Lan, of course I want you there..can't wait to see you x''

You knew him so well you practically heard him let out a breath somewhere.

Sliding into your white satin dress for the evening, you touched up on your hair and makeup, look finished with a pair of stunning heels. It had been a long time since you've felt this good getting all dressed up, and it may or may not be due to a certain someone.

The night started off well, mingling and dancing, downing drinks like there was no tomorrow, but it wasn't long until you were getting ants in your pants, waiting patiently for Lando to show up. You eyes were scanning the crowds every few minutes, each time disappointing you more and more. You weren't mad, no. Just desperate.

''He's on the way'' George leaned in and whispered in you ear at one point as you tried to straighten your face and not be affected by him telling you that. You responded by downing the little of his drink that was left, walking off and hearing him laugh to himself.

You were currently at the bar, chatting to Carmen when you saw him over her shoulder, greeting fellow drivers but mind obviously somewhere else - looking around until his eyes finally landed on yours, biggest smile gracing his face.

The man looked delicious, if you could say that. He had on a pair of jeans with a black button up, obviously only literally half of the buttons were actually done up, revealing his broad chest and a silver necklace, with a backward cap, a few curls sticking out here and there. You gawked at him as he walked up to you, a heat creeping up your neck as you saw his eyes shamelessly roam your body, spending a few seconds too long on your cleavage, that was barely contained with the dress you were wearing.

Carmen realized the reason for your ''zoning out'' so she not so subtly slid away, leaving an empty spot for Lando.

Finally, he was within touching distance, the smell of his perfume over taking your senses. You legs felt like jelly, suddenly not knowing how to act in front of him, what to say, but you couldn't help but let out a chuckle when his eyes once again landed on your boobs. A deer caught in headlights, his eyes snapped up back to yours as he smiled again, biting his lip.

''Sorry, hi'' he said, leaning in to wrap his arms around you as you did the same. Your whole body was tingling, electricity waking up your nerves. You mentally cursed yourself for being this shy. Lando had seen every inch of you before, the good, the bad, physically and mentally. And vise versa - you'd seen every inch of him. He held you close, tight, and you felt him take a big breath in as he nuzzled his face in your hair. His arms felt strong around you, caging you in and holding you impossibly close against his body.

The next 30 minutes were spent chatting, flirting, touching, the alcohol in both your systems coming to the surface. And it wasn't long until you were on the dance floor with your friends, your ass grinding against his front as his hands roamed your body.

Yes things have gotten from 0 to 100 far too quickly, but you didn't care. You need him. And from the way he was leaving wet kisses down your jaw, he needed you just as much.

You tried to stay put for as long as possible, not give in to you desperation, but when Lando turned your body around to face his, the look in his eyes told you everything.

''Please'' you whispered, not knowing if he'd even hear you but you were pretty sure you were on the same page. That was all Lando needed to hear though.

Before you knew it he was roughly pulling you behind him in the direction of the bathroom, his hands holding yours so tight as if he was afraid you'd change your mind.

Lando opened the door, roughly pushing you inside, locking it. And within seconds he was cupping your face, lips crashing into yours. You were like animals, starved. The kiss was hungry, messy, sloppy, teeth clashing and tongues fighting for dominance. You won when he took a breath, sliding your tongue across his bottom lip and slipping into his mouth. The first taste you got of him had you whimpering, legs like jelly again because you'd wished for this moment to happen again for months. Lando's hold on your face should have hurt, but it felt anything but that, if anything, it turned you on even more. It almost felt like a claim. A claim he had on you.

You pulled back for air, letting Lando's mouth roam down to your neck, sucking and biting at your sweets spots that he remembered so well while your hands found his head, pulling his cap off and finding his hair, pulling and tugging on it as his tongue soothed over the bruises for tomorrow. His hands slid down to your legs, creeping under your dress as he slowly pulled it up over your thighs.

''This ok?'' he asked, breathless.

''Mm, more than'' you said, pulling his face up back to your for another dirty kiss, letting his tongue into your mouth this time while his hands traveled closer and closer to your throbbing pussy.

Lando pulled back when he realized you weren't wearing any panties, his fingers coming into contact with your sticky juices. His voice sounded raw, hoarse, ''No panties? Should have known'' he said, smirking.

You were about to bite back, but your words got caught in your throat when he quickly thrust two fingers through your hole, deep and hard sending you into a series a moans, biting down on his neck.

His pace was relentless, adding a third finger and repeatedly hitting against your G-spot as you clung onto him for life, not trusting yourself to hold yourself up.

''Fuck, Lando, right there'' you moaned again, already feeling an impending orgasm building up.

''So tight baby, takes me so well'' he whispered in your ear before biting down at it.

''M'close'' you mumbled, concentrating on the way his fingers expertly slid in and out of you, almost to the beat of the muffled music, and before you knew it you were shuddering in his arms, coating his fingers in your milky cum as he slowed his movements, riding you through your orgasm as gasps of air left your mouth.

Lando pulled his fingers out, eyes trained on yours as licked them clean, eyes closing when he got a taste of you while you watched on with hooded eyes, chest heaving.

Time stood still for a couple of moments, the both of you coming to terms of what just happened and what was to inevitably happen next.

You took a few seconds to take Lando in. Your fingers tracing his perfectly contoured jaw, his stubble grazing against you. His own fingers traced the curve of your lips ever so softly, stark contrast to how rough he was just a few minutes ago.

''Ýou okay?'' he asked softly, suddenly worried he'd gone too far.

You quickly nodded your head. ''I am, but..I need more. Please take me home Lan'' you said confidently, because it's what you wanted.

His whole demeanor changed. Worried look disappearing from his face, eyes darkening, his hold on you tighter.

''Yeah?''

''Please''

The next few minutes were a blur. The both of you rushing out of the club, ordering a taxi, you practically on his lap in the back seat as he kissed you senseless, tongues lapping each other.

The uber driver eventually had to clear his throat when you'd arrived at Lando's, and you were sure to leave a generous tip before Lando literally carried you out of the car, throwing you over his shoulder as he practically ran to the elevator.

He put you down before pushing you back to the wall, gently cupping your face as he brought his down to yours for yet another kiss. It was slower this time, so much more meaningful, but still deep and sloppy.

Next thing you knew you were being pushed into his apartment, the door slamming shut behind you as he picked you up again, sprinted to his room and throwing you down on the bed, ripping your dress apart in his hands as you gasped with shock.

''Lando!'' you shrieked, but the look in his eyes was that of a man on a mission. He was ready to devour you and you were so ready for it.

''You look better without it'' he said, eyes trained on your bare boobs, nipples hardening with the cool air.

You watched as he pulled back, unbuttoning his own shirt and discarding his jeans, leaving him in just his boxers.

Before he hovered over you, he had to ask again. ''Are you sure? We can pause if this is too much'' he said.

''I'm sure Lan. I need you so fucking bad right now. Please'' you begged, for the thousandth time tonight.

''I need you too baby. Gonna make you feel so good ok..?'' he said as you nodded in agreement, body tinging with anticipation.

He leaned down to catch your lips again while his hands found your breasts. His touch had you gasping through the kiss, back arching off the bed as he rolled your peaked nipples through his fingers harshly, lowering his head further until he was level with them.

One of his hands reached up, tapping two fingers at your lips to allow you to slide them in, while his own lips closed around your left nipple, sucking on it harshly before soothing over it with his tongue. Your own tongue, was sucking on his fingers, teeth grazing over them every now and then, responding to the overdrive Lando was sending you body into.

You could feel his thick girth through his boxers, a wet patch forming against your stomach as you tried to use your legs to rid him of his briefs, but he was quick to pull back, fingers still pressing into your mouth.

''Patience love, or the night will end before it even begins'' he said, voice stern and hoarse.

''Need more'' you barely mumbled as he removed his fingers from your mouth, a string of your spit still connected to them as he circled them around your nipples, bottom lip between his teeth.

He lowered his hands down your torso, edging closer and closer to you cunt when suddenly he pulled back, completely removed himself from on top of you.

''Why, what are you doi-''

''Touch yourself'' he said, sternly.

''What?'' you asked again, stumped, as he stood back up and rid himself of his boxers. You couldn't help but let out a strangled moan as his cock bounced against his stomach, rock hard, throbbing.

''Lando?'' you questioned when you finally found your words again.

He walked over to his bedside cupboard, fishing out bottle of lube before settling on a couch that was in the corner of his room, a smirk on his face.

''You heard me'' he said, squeezing some lube onto his hand before returning it to his cock, sliding it up and down. ''Wanna watch you get off yourself first''

You let out a sigh as you collapsed back onto the bed, frustrated, turned on, everything. The man was slowly killing you.

''Baby'' he called out, the nickname catching you off guard at the difference in his tone. It was softer this time.

You leaned on your elbows, looking up at him, gauging his reaction to see if he was actually serious, and the look on his face did in fact tell you so.

''Need some lube?'' he asked as your one hand squeeze a boob, while the other slowly made it way down your body.

''No, I'm like fucking Niagra falls right now'' you pressed, sending a smirk his way as his hands quickened on himself.

You finally reached your cunt, sliding your fingers through your dripping folds as you closed your eyes and imagined that it was Lando who was touching you. You thought about his calloused fingers, rough, pressing through your slit before circling at your clit, pinching and pulling at it. Your actions had you let out a whimper, while Lando's own moans left his mouth at the sight in front of him.

You, splayed out on his bed, naked, wet, touching yourself, his name leaving your lips as you finally slid two fingers through your cunt. ''That's it baby, fuck yourself'' he edged you on.

Your walls clenched around your fingers tightly as you set a quick pace, thrusting them in and out, adding a third finger as well. You always needed a good stretch before you had Lando's cock.

''Lan.. I need-fuck, uh'' you whimpered some more, short gasps leaving your body as you felt your orgasm approaching. You managed to open your eyes, look down at Lando who's eyes were fixated on you, his hands moving ridiculously quickly over himself. ''Go on baby, stretch yourself out for me, yeah? Gonna let me fuck you 'til you can't walk?'' he barely managed to say between breaths.

His words were quick to send you over the edge, your body shuddering as you came a hot sticky liquid allover your fingers, crying out Lando's name as you shivered. You don't know how you got the energy, but you somehow mustered some to get up and practically crawl off the bed and down to the floor or reach Lando on the couch, wasting to time in replacing his hands with your mouth as you took him in, sucking hard before deep throating him.

''Huh, fucking hell Y/N'' he stuttered, hands pushing your hair out of your face as he lifted his hips slightly, fucking his dick into your mouth for all of ten seconds before spilling his cum, warm and milky down your throat, screams of your name leaving his own lips.

You pulled back when you sucked him dry, the both of you breathless, chests heaving. Lando looked down at you, a breathy chuckle leaving his lips, contrary to the look he had on not 30 seconds ago. You were a mess.

A complete mess. On your knees, between his legs, his slick juices in your disheveled hair, his cum on your face, dripping down to your thighs, as you let your fingers scoop some up, bringing them to your mouth to suck on, all while looking up at him like a sight for sore eyes.

He reached a hand down to cup your face. ''So fucking dirty, but so fucking incredible'' he mumbled, latching his lips to yours for a slow kiss. ''Think you're ready for me?'' he asked.

You stood up and straddled hi slap, already feeling him growing hard again as your ground yourself down.

''Always'' you said, leaving wet kisses all over his face before eventually moving down to his neck.

His damn thick neck.

Besides his dick, and his hair, and his smile, okay and his eyes, his neck was one of your favorite parts of his body.

You clawed at his neck, nails dragging against his skin as you it down and suckled on random spots, Lando letting out a series of groans, his hands digging into your hips.

''Y/N, no marks. test-fuck. Testing next week'' he mumbled as he bought your face up to kiss you again.

You lifted yourself to your knees, reaching down to take his cock into your hand, pumping him before sliding it through your slick folds. ''Let me ride you?'' you asked, desperately, your pussy clenching around nothing but the feel of him at your entrance.

Lando didn't answer, instead to replaced your hands with his own, his other still at your waist, pushing you to sit down on him with no warning, bottoming out.

You gasped at the intrusion, his thick girth stretching you out perfectly but painfully so, your faces inches away from each others, breaths mingling. Lando's breath cooling your face as he spoke. ''You're so fucking tight'' he said as you braced your hands on his shoulders, lifting yourself up, almost so was fully out of you, before ramming yourself down again, an obscene moan leaving your lips at the feeling.

Lando's head fell back on the sofa, eyes shut and mouth taking deep breaths as you set a relentless pace, slamming yourself up and down his shaft, and with the quick pace you were going, yes it felt bloody amazing but there were sharp pains shooting through your body. You didn't care though, all you knew was that you were right where you were meant to be.

''Lando, fuck, please. Oh god'' you mewled as whimpers, guttural moans left your body, Lando's own matching yours. The only sounds in the room were those of your pornographic groans and skin slapping against skin.

In no time you felt the warmth in your stomach, each movement of yours becoming sloppy by the second, so much so that Lando had to jolt up and fuck himself in and out of you, all while holding your jelly-like body up.

''You feel fucking amazing baby, doing so good f'me. Gonna cum? Then let me take you from behind?'' he said between bated breaths, while you bit down on his shoulder, nodding your head though you weren't even sure if he got your response.

His words though traveled straight down to your cunt, your body trembling in his arms as you came, hard, with a lewd moan of his name, clenching you walls tightly around his throbbing dick.

Lando sat back again and looked down to see his cock coated with your juices, quickly giving him enough adrenaline and energy to stand up, with you in his arms, dick still buried deep within you, and walk over to the bed, flop you both down so now he was hovering about you, setting his own pace of thrusting in and out continuously, ploughing in and out as his mouth latched on to you nipple harshly.

Your mind was blank, the only sense you had was that of Lando's actions, unable to speak, unable to even let out any moans, rather just short gasps for air as you wrapped your legs around his body, tight as possible, hands pulling at his hair painfully.

''Uhhh fuck baby you feel so good, too good, letting me fuck you like this. You like it?'' he asked, nuzzling his face into your neck.

''Fuck-fuck me more. Harder, please'' you pleaded with him.

By now he was like a machine on autopilot. Your bodied moving together like this was all you did all day everyday, perfectly in sync, making a mess of one another.

Sheets of sweat were slowly coating your bodies, sticking to each other in the best ways possible.

Lando knew your body inside out. He knew you were close. You just needed that edge to push you over, and so when he brought his hand down to your clit, barely flicking over it, and you were a mess again.

Body shaking violently in his arms as you released your juices all over his cock again, stars in your eyes, but suddenly it all stopped. He'd pulled out. You opened your eyes, and before you could comprehend what was happening, Lando's tongue was on you.

He was lapping against your pussy, sucking up and swallowing your release while holding your folds open with his fingers. His tongue was hot against you, your back arching off the bed as he repeatedly slid it through your hole.

''Lan I can't! Too much, shit'' you hissed, body already beginning to tremble again.

He pulled back. Lower face of his face messy, dripping, with you. ''Want me to stop?'' he asked, very well knowing your answer.

A blush crept up on your face, because no, you didn't want him to fucking stop. You quickly covered your face with your hands as you said ''no'' but Lando was quicker to stop your movements.

''Don't ever hide your face from me. I want all of you baby'' he said softly, and not waiting for an answer before diving back to your cunt, licking over and over your clit, rolling it between his lips before biting down on it.

Your hands found his hair, tugging at it as you came yet again, you'd honestly lost count of the times of times he'd made you orgasm tonight. But you weren't complaining. You were somewhat surprised at how he was holding on. Yeah, he had the stamina of a fucking bull, but still. He rode you through the orgasm, slowing his movements and being ever so gentle with you.

It wasn't until he rammed into you again with no warning, the both of you grunting at the feeling, his cock throbbing, twitching uncontrollably inside of you as he set another quick pace, clearly chasing his own high now.

''Baby, fuck, I've missed your pretty pussy so much. Gonna fuck you every day for the rest of our lives, stretch your little cunt up and make you mine'' he hissed, spit flying through his mouth as he spoke.

You, for one, were long gone. Too fucked out to react. All you could do was watch, adore him from underneath him, and thank the heavens for putting the two of you together like this. A single tear slid down your face at his words, and he was quick to lean down, take the tear into his mouth as his movements started faltering, barely able to hold himself up now.

''Where do you want it?'' he asked, voice raspy as he was on the precipice of letting go.

''In me!'' you found your voice, all but screaming it out because you needed to feel him fill you up.

And not ten seconds later, you were sent one way, while Lando was emptying his seed deep within you, warm, milky, sheets of cum literally filling you to the brink as both of your bodies shuddering and whimpered in each others arms.

Lando let his weight fall on top of you, both of you panting, chests heaving, bodies shivering from the cool air settling on your sweat.

You wrapped your arms around him, leaving tiny kisses on his neck/shoulder as he continued to tale deep breaths in your neck.

His next words shook you to your core.

''I love you'' every so softly, almost as if he were afraid you'd actually hear what he said.

When you didn't respond, he pulled back, his eyes met with your tear-clad eyes. You cupped his face, running a finger through his bottom lip.

''I love you too Lan, more than anything'' you said.

He smiled, the first proper smile since he'd first laid his eyes on you tonight. No dark, lustful eyes, but just those of love and admiration.

You pulled him down, kissing him for the thousandth time as he softened inside of you.

Eventually though, you both got so cold, so he pulled out, making you wince at the loss of contact before disappearing into the bathroom to get a cloth to clean you up.

You watched with hooded eyes as he returned, and for a split second the darkness returned to his eyes.

Dick half hard (already!) he gently pushed the mixture of cum that was dripping out of your cunt back in, before pulling out, leaning down and licked a hot strip up your slit. You were already numb down there, so hardly even reacted to his motives, but you continued watching him, mouth agape as he leaned down to you and let the cum drip down into your own mouth, before letting his tongue slide in to tangle with yours.

After a few minutes of coming back to earth, he cleaned you up, properly this time, before pulling the covers up, spooning you tightly from behind and whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

Just as you were about to fall asleep, you felt his dick twitch against your ass, Lando shifting behind you, letting out a stifled groan. You couldn't help but giggle. Man really had stamina tonight.

''I'm all yours Lan'' you mumbled sleepily, knowing he'd catch on as it was something that you'd done all too well before.

''Fucking hell. You sure?'' he whispered.

''Yes'' you replied, too quickly for your liking.

You shifted your one leg forward, creating just enough room for him to run his dick through your folds, before pushing in ever so slowly, the both of you wincing at the pain of being over-stimulating but not backing out of your motives.

''You ok?'' he asked once he was fully in, pulling your leg back to get you comfortable again.

''Yeah'' you said, a few quick gasps leaving your lips as you got used to the intrusion that was there to stay.

You weren't sure how long you'd been asleep, but at some point Lando shifted, cock still hard as rock, causing your eyes to shoot open, mind scrambling to comprehend where you were.

Then he moved again, and you couldn't help but let out an involuntary moan. You turned your head to look back at Lando, who was still in dreamland, a soft snore leaving his lips.

You should have gone back to sleep, but suddenly your pussy, which was still on overdrive, was throbbing again, painfully clenching around him. You shifted your body again, creating a friction that you so desperately craved, causing Lando to buck

Then, Lando was awake, his hands grabbing your hips tighter than ever and thrusting, hard, deep, slow strokes making you whimper.

No words were exchanged, just the two of your using each other to get off, gasps and moans filling his silence.

You came very quickly, quicker than you did with your other orgasms from the night, biting down on your lip so hard you swore you could taste blood.

His voice then came through. ''Let me hear you'' he mumbled, lips finding your neck, short, labored breathing fanning you.

You listened, letting out lewd moans as you came down from your high, when all of a sudden Lando pulled out, man handling your body to be on all fours in front of him.

He leaned down so his lips were by your eyes. ''Gonna let me fuck your ass baby?'' he whispered as you let out a cry, somewhat excited but nervous with just how much you were pushing each other tonight.

You weren't one to say no though. How could you refuse him?

So you nodded your head, no strength to talk.

''Words, y/n'' he warned. You should have known, he'd never do anything without hearing the words from your mouth yourself.

''Yes'' you managed.

Lando reached for the lube as you braced your hands on the headboard, sticking your ass out in the air and spreading your legs a bit.

You sighed out loud when his finger ran through your folds, collecting your cum before he gentle brought it to your hole, not rushing but rather nuzzling it at your entrance for a few seconds before lightly pushing in. Whimpering, you let your head rest on your arms as your grip on the headboard tightened. Lando was the last you'd had anal sex with, it wasn't something you'd done with Mitch, so safe to say a few months without it had you feeling tight as fuck.

''Feel okay if i add a second?'' he asked, hand gripping your waist tightly as his finger pressed fully into you.

''Yeah'' you barely managed to whisper, gasping some more when he pulled out and applied more pressure when he pushed two fingers in, stretching them out a bit.

''Fuck, Lando. oh my god. Don't-don't know how I'll take you. You're too bi-''

''You'll take me like you've always taken me. So bloody good he said, increasing his pace, letting out moans to match yours.

You were sure you cum just from his fingers, but you tried to hold out as long as possible, getting impatient to feel his cock.

''Lan please, need you'' you said, turning your head back to look at him.

The light shining in the room from the street lights were hitting his face perfectly, making him look angelic even though his actions were anything but. He had a sheet of sweat, dripping down his face and making his curls stick to his forehead, bottom lip trapped between his teeth as he looked down at your ass, concentrating on his task at hand.

He said nothing as he removed his fingers completely, bringing them up to his lips before letting them out with a pop. Then his hands found his cock, squeezing some lube on it and also letting a string of his spit drip down, coating himself.

You internally swooned at the man. Every movement of his hotter than he other.

''Gonna make you feel so good babygirl'' he said, nickname making your curl you toes with anticipation.

You shut your eyes as his tip touched your hole, pushing in inch by inch, grunts along with you, until he was fully in.

''Wait, please'' you asked of him, needing a minute to adjust to the obtrusion.

''Take your time, love, we'll go at your pace'' you said, one hand still pressing into your hips while the other soothes your back, running up and down.

You were definitely high off sex, or Lando rather. You heart clenched at the way he called you 'love,' as a single tear ran down your cheek.

He must have figured you were an emotional wreck when his worried voice came through, pulling you up to rest your back against his chest.

''Baby please. Do you want to stop?'' he asked, wiping away at your tears.

You were quick to shut that idea down, shifting your head from side to side as your hands found his, holding onto them tightly.

''No, I just..I'm glad you're here. I've missed you so much'' you said, saying the last two words so softly you weren't sure he even heard them.

In an instant, his arms were wrapped around your torso, resting his head on your shoulder. ''I missed you too my love. And I couldn't be happier to have you in my arms right now. I'm never, ever letting you go again. I love you too much to even think about it'' he said softly, stifling a sob from you.

You stayed like that for a few minutes, just embracing each other and letting the moment linger. That was until his dick twitched inside of you, making you let out the most ungodly moan.

Lando chuckled at you, eager now. ''Ready?'' he asked.

''As I'll ever be. Take me'' you said, trying to lighten the mood a bit.

His body language changed then and you swooned with anticipation as his hand snaked around your neck, lightly squeezing you as he placed his other hand on your ass, pushing against you to slide himself out, almost fully, before thrusting in again in a long, hard stroke.

Then, it was game on. Lando setting apace that was matching your breaths, hard and quick, rough, thrusting in and out of your ass as you clenched tightly around him, vulgar words and moans flying out your mouths.

''Go one baby, just like that, letting me use you like my whore. Fucking hell'' he moaned, speed increasing but movements getting sloppy very quickly.

''Oh Lan, I'm so close, god it feels so good'' you mumbled in broken sentences, body beginning to tremble.

With no warning an orgasm took over, cum gushing out of your cunt messing all of Lando's thighs and the bed sheets, thick, hot cum leaking out of you as dirty groans left your mouth.

Lando was right behind you. One look at just how much cum had left your body made him spiral, sheets of cum shooting out of him, through you, on your back, everywhere, his hips bucking uncontrollably into yours as he too had to lean over you to grab onto the headboard to steady himself.

You stayed like that, chests heaving, bodies shivering, Lando's cock softening against your ass as neither made an effort to move, until it was all too much and you couldn't hold each other up any longer, collapsing onto the bed.

Your bodies were sticky, messy as you practically let your body onto Lando's, putting all your weight on him as he held you tight.

It was a moment that held a lot, no words needed to be spoken knowing exactly where you were with one another. Lando's hands tangled in your hair, combing it through his fingers while he left soft kisses on you temple.

Turns out you were right, from the beginning.

He was yours all along.

Please please please let me know what you think, and if you have any suggestions on how I can improve my writing. There may or may not be an epilogue coming your way soon because I need to round the story up somehow.

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[nanamisgirly]

part 1, you can still read this as a stand alone.

cw p in v, unprotected sex, choso is kind of doing hyper fixation, nipple piercings, Prince Albert piercing, both are dominant, oral sex (f. receiving), big dick choso, degrading and praising, riding, mating press, face sitting. mostly smut with a little plot (?)

˖ 𑣲 reblogs and comments are very muuuch appreciated ma girliees <333

choso stood in the shower, slapping his head against the wall, cursing himself for what he had done last night. was he dumb? no—he was the dumbest. not only had he given you a lap dance, but he had totally lost control… all because he got carried away by gojo's antics… and your cockiness.

“i'm so dumb, please, what was i thinking.”

he must have freaked you out—you, his pretty crush. his lovely crush of five years!!!! he had wanted to wait for the right moment, take you out first, maybe? just keep it slow. he had plans—not concrete ones, sure, considering he had been putting off asking you out for four years— BUT HE WAS ABOUT TO!! and then? then, he flubbed everything. 

put his hand in your panties like some kind of pervert. 

“am i crazy?” the memories of last night kept replaying in his mind like a never-ending torture reel—the way your eyes had widened, gojo's obnoxious cackle, the way he moved on top of you…

his hands flew to his face, covering it as the image of him taking off his shirt surfaced. 

“why did i do thaaaat?” it's been hours now but he still was analyzing every second, every word, every breath—like some kind of detective trying to piece together a crime scene.

“i wasn't even drunk, just a little tipsy, please,” he muttered to himself. his brain refused to move on. he needed a reset. a cleanse. what if he vanished? he could pack his bags, drop out, change his name, move to remote village where no one knew the name Choso Kamo—

“you're miserable.” of course he couldn't do all that, and of course suguru and satoru had to invite you over their shared college apartment.

meanwhile you? you had spent all day thinking about last night. the way choso—the usual awkward choso—had moved against you, the heat of his body, the way his hands gripped you. the way his usual reserved, flushed face was nowhere to be seen—replaced by something demanding, dominant.

and it had left you aching. all day long, the pulse between your thighs wouldn't let up. only intensifying as you replayed the moment his bulge pressed against your heated core, giving you that perfect pressure.

which is exactly why you were in his room now. 

he had tried to escape you all night, hunched over on the couch, avoiding eye contact like his entire existence was a mistake. the moment you called his name, his entire body tensed, bracing for impact.

and now? he was hiding in his room.

choso had had shot up so fast he nearly tripped over the coffee table. “i—i gotta—” he didn't even finish his sentence before he had bolted to his room, slamming the door behind him.

a beat of silence had passed before gojo wheezed. “ohhh, he's so fucked.” as he exchanged a look with geto. you laughed, stretching out on the couch before standing up and followed choso right after he had left.

‘yeah, this was gonna be fun’ you thought.

he was so different than from last night. you needed to know if it was just a fluke. if, perhaps, he regretted it. or if he wanted you as much as you now realized you wanted him.

choso was losing it. he was pacing his room like a madman, running his hands through his damp hair, yanking off his shirt as heat crawled over his skin. his heart was beating out of his chest, his entire body on edge from just one moment of closeness with you.

but how was he supposed to face you after last night? after making a complete fool of himself? he wanted you so badly—had wanted you for years—but now it was all ruined. you probably thought he was weird… or worse, pathetic.

“…choso?” 

fuck.

your voice was soft, almost hesitant, but something about it send a shiver down his spine. he should have ignored it. pretend to be asleep. do anything but let you in.

but then the doorknob had turned. and there you were.

the second you had stepped inside, he knew.

knew from the way your eyes had darkened the moment they had landed on him. from the way you shut the door behind you without looking back.

he swallowed thickly. “y-you need something?”

you stared at him for a moment, eyes roaming over his bare, inked chest—his damn barbells—his flushed face, the nervous twitch of his fingers at his side. he looked unsure, so lost—like he had no idea what he had done to you.

‘how dare he look like that after making me ache for him all night?’

“…yeah,” you finally said, voice low. “i do.”

you stepped forward, pushing him back until his knees hit the bed. he sat without thinking, eyes wide, lips parted in shock. you leaned in, caging him in with your hands on his thighs. his breath hitched.

“i've been thinking about last night,” you admitted, your fingers tracing slow, lazy circles against his skin. “a lot.”

choso swallowed hard, his entire body going stiff. “y-you have?”

you hummed, tilting your head. “mhm. and you've bee avoiding me all night. i don't like that.”

“i—”

you don't let him finish. instead, you climb onto his lap, straddling him exactly like you had last night—right before geto had joked about getting a room.

he choked on air as your hands slid up his chest, slow and teasing, nails scratching lightly against his skin. just like you did at the party. “you danced on me like you wanted me, choso,” you murmured, lips brushing against his ear. “you even felt how wet i was. you touched my pussy… licked your fingers.” your teeth grazed his earlobe, making him shudder. “so tell me…” your hips rolled against him, pulling a trembling gasp from his throat. “…you don't want me anymore?”

that's all it took for choso to snap. 

one second, he was frozen beneath you, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights. the next, he was grabbing you—strong hands gripping your waist as he flipped you onto the bed in one swift, effortless motion.

you barely had time to gasp before his weight was on you, pressing you down, his breath hot against your skin. his tattooed hands—nails painted a deep purple— pinned yours above your head, fingers intertwining with your own, your dark red polish a stark contrast against his.

“fuck—” he growled, voice rough, desperate. his forehead resting against yours, his dark eyes burning with unhinged desire. “do you have any idea how many nights i've spent dreaming about this?”

you shivered. this wasn't the flustered, awkward choso from earlier. no, this was the lapdance choso. 

“choso—”

this time, he was the one not letting you finish. his lips crashed onto yours, hungry, all tongue and teeth, all the pent-up frustration from five years of longing spilling out at once. his hands moved from your wrists to your waist, gripping tight, possessive.

his hips ground against yours, and you moaned into his mouth, back arching at the friction. that was all it took for him to loosen up completely.

his lips started attacking your neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks—his marks. his hands tore at your clothes, desperate to feel your skin against his. his mouth trailed lower, teeth scraping against your collarbone, sucking one nipple on the way as his fingers dig into your thighs, spreading them, his breathing ragged.

you whimpered, hips pushing against his, searching for more. and choso didn't even bother undressing himself—his only focus was you.

his hands were rough as he spread your legs wider, slotting himself between them. his breath hot against your inner thighs, and fuck, he was already feral with hunger. his lips drag over your skin, leaving open-mouthed kisses that sent chills up your spine. his fingers resting on your hips as he looked up at you, his dark eyes blown wide with need.

“i've wanted this for years,” he groaned. “thought about this—you—so many fucking times i—” he shook his head like he couldn't explain it, like he was too far gone to form words.

then he did the only thing he's capable of—diving into your core.

his mouth latched onto your clit with a desperation that was insane. his tongue flicked, lapped, sucked, determined to commit your scent to memory by morning. he was messy. sloppy. loud. he slurped, pressing his nose against you as he ate like a man on death row having his last meal.

he moans onto your fat lips, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. choso's eyes roll back at the sweet taste of you. one of his hand traveled up to cup one of your soft breast, squeezing, thumb playing with the hardened nipple.

“fuck—fuck, choso—” he didn't stop. didn't slow down. if anything, your moans only made him more drunk. he buried his face deeper, his free hand holding you open even as you tried to clamp them shut from the intensity of it. his inked arms looked almost sinful against your untouched skin—marked hands spreading and owning the softness of your body. 

"nuh-uh," he grunted, shaking his head. “not happening. you're gonna take it. gonna let me taste you.”

he was dripping. his cock was so hard it was truly painful, leaking through his sweatpants, leaving a wet spot on it, but he didn't care. didn't need anything except your pussy against his tongue, your thighs trembling on his broad shoulders, breathless little whimpers spilling past your lips as you fell apart for him. 

he licked everything. lapped up every drop like he was trying to drink you, tongue sliding through your folds, sucking, moaning, devouring you. 

choso was gone. absolutely, completely, ferally gone. he wasn't just eating you out—he was making a mess out of himself, out of you, out of the sheets. his tongue was everywhere, slurping up your slick, pushing deep into you just to hear the obscene squelching sounds echo through the room, riding you through your orgasm. god, he was so fucking��shameless with it, groaning as he makes out with your cunt—as if he wanted to live there.

his face was soaked, his chin dripping, his cheeks wet with your slick. and he just kept going, even after your previous climax. he is obsessed, getting off on nothing but the taste of you. his big hands holding you open, keeping you in place even as your legs shook from the overstimulation.

"up." he groaned, pulling back just to take in the sight of your wrecked pussy, spread and dripping for him. 

you barely registered his voice, your brain still fogged with pleasure. “w-what?”

“up here,” he said again, gripping your thighs, his voice rough, hungry. “sit on my face.”

your eyes widened. “choso, i—” he glared, pulling you closer. “what? you scared?”

your face burned. “no, i just—what if i—what if i suffocate you?” this was genuine fear. no one had ever requested that from you before—no one had ever wanted you like this, so desperate, so feral.

choso just snorted, flipping you over with ease, positioning you right over his mouth. “sit.”

“choso—ahhh—”

he pulled you onto him, locking his arms tights around your thighs, forcing you to sink down onto his mouth. he lost no time to dive back in. tongue flattened against you, lips sucking hard before he shoved his face deeper, noise brushing your clit with every movement of his tongue fucking you.

“choso—” your thighs squeeze around his head making choso groan. sending vibrations up to your core.

his hips bucked up, his rock-hard cock leaking more pre-cum through his sweats, but he ignored it—ignored his own desperation, his own need, because you were all that mattered. you crying out his name, you feeding him what he'd been craving for years was way more important.

his hands slide up, gripping your hips, his thumbs stroking the soft patch of hair above your cunt. his fingers twirled the strands absentmindedly, tugging, playing—entranced by every inch of you.

he pulls you down harder, deeper as you start to grind against his tongue, getting wetter from his spit and his sheer obsession. and when your thighs twitch and your back arch and your cunt gushed against his tongue—

“so pretty,” he muffled. “so soft, so sweet, i could stay down here forever.” your fingers clawed at the bed head, mind blurring as another orgasm crept up too fast, too hard. there was no escape. no mercy. just the wet sounds of his mouth working you open, inked arms locking you in place, dark nails digging into your skin.

choso latches onto you, drinking every single drop, messy and greedy as he moaned once again.

“mine,” he rasped, tongue flicking, fucking you through the second orgasm even though your body was jerking from overstimulation. “you're fucking mine now. you hear me?”

your mind was fuzzy, lips parting as you tried to catch your breath, but choso wasn't having it. 

his lips were shiny with your slick, his face drenched, his eyes dark and hungry as he kissed his way up your body, pressing sweet, almost gentle kisses against your skin. But the contrast—the way his hands were still gripping you tight,—made you shiver.

“you can take more, right?” he murmured, voice soft, almost sweet as he nuzzled against your cheek. "you're not done, are you? my pretty girl can handle one more, yeah?”

your breath hitched. "choso, I—I don’t think I—” but he did not care. 

one moment, you were still straddling his face, thighs trembling—and the next, you were on the mattress, your legs pushed up, spread wide as he hovered over you. folding you into a mating press—big hands hooking under your knees.

you felt his heavy cock toying with your clit as he freed it from the drenched boxer. the tip already leaking against your overstimulated folds. you weren't even looking at it—the two back-to-back orgasms leaving you drenched—but damn, you could feel how big he was just from just the tip.

you tensed. “choso—”

“shhh, baby,” he whispered, pressing a lingering kiss on your smudged lips. “i'll make it fit. just be good for me, yeah?”

his voice is a mix of gentle sweetness and absolute filth, causing your walls to clench around nothing.

“ohhh, fuck—” you gasped, back arching, nails digging into his shoulders.

“shit,” choso groaned, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “fucking hell, baby, you're so tight—fuck, squeezing me so good—”

your pussy was strugglig to take him, stretching wide, the thick girth of his cock making your mind go blank. he was so big—it felt like he was splitting you open. “c-choso, s'too m-much,” you panted, legs trembling around his waist.

but choso only cooed, kissing your temple, his voice all sweet and reassuring even as he bullied his cock deeper. “you can take it, pretty girl,” he whispered. “you're made for it. look—fuck, taking me so well—”

but suddenly you feel something. 

a cool, hard press against your walls, dragging along your inside. your eyes widened, fingers tightening around his biceps as a sharp jolt of pleasure shot up your spine.

“w-wait, what—”

choso chuckled breathlessly, hips rolling just enough to let the metalic weight of his piercing grind against your sensitive spot. “you feel that?” voice barely above a whisper, thick wtih amusement.

you whimpered, thighs twitching as the sensation made your head spin. the prince Albert piercing was something you hadn't been prepared for—hadn't even know he had—but fuck, the way it dragged inside you, catching against your most sensitive spots, it was…delectable.

tears pricked your eyes, your body overwhelmed.

“mm, s'nice, huh?” he grunted. “been dreaming about how you'd feel wrapped around me like this, all warm ‘n’ wet, taking my cock with my piercing…”

a broken moan slipped past your lips as he rolled his hips again, the cool metal rubbing against your tender, stretched-out walls, adding a whole new layer of pleasure. your nails raked down his tattooed chest, catching on his pierced nipples.

your walls gripping him like vice, your body pulling him in even as you struggled to adjust.

“shit, baby, you're creamin' all over me.” you whimpered, embarrassment flooding through you, but choso just grinned, his hand sliding between your legs, fingers rubbing at your clit.

“nasty little, thing. acting like you can't take it, but your pussy's sucking me in—mhh, goddamn, you're loving it, right?”

you sobbed, head lolling back, body burning hot from his words, from the way he was praising you while talking so dirty.

his hips keeps pushing into you, pushing all the way to the hilt, forcing you to take every inch of his thick cock in one deep thrust. 

“choso—ah!”

“mmh, yeah,” he pulled back just to slam into you again, the sound of his hips smacking against yours echoing in the room. “fuck, baby—so tight—gonna stretch you out realll good, yeah. gonna fuck you open 'n—mhfp”

choso wasn't gentle anymore—fucking roughly, fast. animalistic. he pounds into your poor, overstimulated pussy like he owned it. because he does. his cock hitting that perfect spot inside you over and over and over—

“listen to you,” his eyes rolls back at the obscene sounds of your wet cunt sucking him in. “so—” slams “fucking—” slams “messy—” slams.

hot fat tears make their way down your cheeks, nails dragging down his back, over the swirling ink that covered his shoulders and arms, down to his taut stomach where his happy trail led to thick patch of hair at his base. 

you weren’t even sure what was hotter—the way he fucked or how he looked doing it. his tattoos flexing with every movement, his abs tightening as he drilled into you, the barbells through his nipples gleaming with sweat, the veins in his arms prominent.

“gonna make you my little cumdrunk girl, huh? my pretty little toy to fuck stupid?” he panted, voice thick with lust, his hips drilling into you. “feels good? best you ever had? tell me, baby—tell me no one else ever fucked you like this—” his grip on your waist was bruising, holding you onto place as your body jolted forward because of his brutal thrusts.

your mind was mush. you could barely think, barely breathe. but you knew the answer.

“n-no one—fuck, c-choso, mghn—no o-one everrr—”

“damn right,” he gritted out, snapping his hips harder, deeper, until you were seeing the whole constellation. “no one else gets to have you. no one else gets this pussy but me, got it?”

you nodded desperately, body already on edge, the coil in your stomach ready to snap—

and choso feel it, his hands went to support your thighs, hugging them tightly around his waist. “go on,” he growled, forehead sticking to yours, not slowing his pace. “cum for me, baby—wanna feel your cum all over my cock, please.”

your head rolls back as the knot in your stomach releases, vision blurring from the pleasure, cheeks reddened by your tears. choso still hadn't cum, dick still hard—and if anything, it only grows inside you as he feels your spongy walls spasming around him.

you had never felt something like this before—so high off pleasure, so insatiable, so utterly dizzy with lust that even after he had fucked you into oblivion, you wanted more. 

as you came back to your sense you take a look at the man above you, hair damped with sweat, chest heaving, face still shiny with your slick. cock twitching—and so does his piercing—gleaming with your cum and his own pre-cum.

strength surged back into your limbs—not much, but enough to straddle him. your palms landed on his chest, fingers splaying over his pierced nipples, the cool barbells sitting perfectly against your skin as you pushed him down.

his eyes widened. “are you—”

you smirked, dragging your soaked pussy along his length, feeling his pulse against your swollen folds, the hard curve of his piercing pressing into your clit like a tease of what's to come. 

“what's wrong, baby?” you cooed, tilting your head, feigning innocence. “tired already?”

choso groans, hands flying to your hips, dark painted nails digging into your flesh. “fuck, you're gonna kill me—”

“or milk you dry.” you wink at him, giggling at the way his cock throbbed at your words. you could feel the heat radiating from him, could see the tension in his shoulders as he fought to keep control. “i thought you said i could take more,” you teased, voice sticky-sweet.

the tattooed man cursed under his breath, jaw locked tight as he watched you slide up and down his length, your arousal coating his veiny shaft, dripping down to his balls, his dark coarse hair shinning with slick. “shit, so fuckin' messy—”

you leaned down, licking a slow, wet stripe up his throat, feeling his pulse hammer against your tongue before whispering, “wanna ride you, sweet boy.”

his whole body jerked.

“holy fuck—” and before he could process anything, you reached between your bodies, wrapping your fingers around his cock, tracing a looong vein going from his base to his swollen tip—hot, leaking. the weight of his piercing pressing against your palm.

your thumb brushed over the Prince Albert, curiosity flicking across your face. his tattoos were hot, his nipple piercings were hot…but this? the idea of that thick metal pressing inside you, once again? fuck.

“y-you sure?" choso stammered, his usual cocky drawl cracking into something desperate. i—i'm quiet big, d-don't wanna hurt you.” his flustered concern was endearingly cute, but you knew better.

“i can take it.”

you dropped. in one go. fast.

“FUCK!” 

his head slammed back against the pillows, his mouth falling open as your tight, soaking heat swallowed him whole, the tip piercing pushing past your entrance, forcing your walls to stretch around both his sheer girth and the unrelenting hardness of the metal.

“shit…” you gasped—his cock stopped right before your bellybutton—your pussy was still struggling to accommodate him, the stretch toeing the line between pleasure and overwhelming fullness.

his happy trail and coarse pubes grazed against yours, adding to the overstimulation, his fat tip hitting something that made your toes curl.

choso's painted nails sank into your ass, black and purple contrasting on your unmarked skin, as he took in the sight of you—you're messy hair, fucked-out expression and the obscene bulge pressing out of your belly.

you bit your lip, rolling your hips just right, feeling the delicious burn of his cock pressing on every spot inside you. “feels so good,” you moaned, taking your sweet time to enjoy every inch. after all, it wasn't everyday that you could fuck a pretty hyper fixated emo man. with a big big cock above all that. “so fucking full—”

choso was hanging on by a thread, every muscle in his body taut. his breath shudders as he tries to keep himself together. but the way you were riding him—slow, teasing, your cunt clamping down around him.

“you little tease,” he panted, voice strained. “you're fuckin' enjoyin' this, huh? making me lose my mind—”

you rolled your hips harder, making him grunt. “mmh, you like it, don't you? like watching me fuck myself on your fat cock?”

his palms landed harshly on your cheeks' ass. making you yelp in surprise. “fuckin' filthy—such a nasty girl we have here—”

you moaned, reveling in the way he filled you so perfectly, the way his big hands manhandled you even though you were the one on top.

suddenly you feel his fingers wrap around your throat. your breath hitched.

“my pretty little slut," he rasped, squeezing just enough to make your head swim, to make you even more aware of his piercing dragging inside you with every pulse of his cock.

his hips bucked up—hard, deep, unrelenting. 

“you want to ride? then ride, baby—correctly.”

your moans turned into choked cries, your body jerking as he thrust up into you, driving his cock into your sweet spot over and over and—

“c-choso, p-please—”

“pussy's like magic," watching as your slick splattered onto the sheets and his abs. "sloshing wetness all over me—fuuuck.” his gaze darkened, locked onto your bouncing tits, onto the way his pierced nipples tingled every time you dragged your nails across them. 

“you feel so good. riding me like a pro," choso was on the edge—panting like he'd lose his mind if he didn't cum soon. “th-thought you were scared it wouldn't fit?”

but you were gushing around him, walls spasming, your tight heat milking his cock for everything he had.

“baby, i—god.”

choso’s whole body tensed as his climax crashed through him. 

his hips jerked, his cock throbbing deep inside you as thick, hot ropes of cum spilled into you—so much that it was concerning. 

his head fell back, a deep, wrecked whimper slipping past his lips as he kept coming, his hands gripping your hips tight, forcing you down onto him, making sure you took every drop.

"shit," you breathed, feeling the warmth flood you. your walls still fluttering from the aftershocks of your own release, thighs burning, your clit throbbing from the stimulation. 

"choso, you're still—"

"i know," he gasped, still throbbing, still leaking inside you. "i can’t—fuck, i can’t stop—"

And neither could you.

it continued.

For hours and hours. 

choso had been relentless, folding you in every position imaginable—his stamina something straight out of a mythological tale.

and you finally stumbled out of the bedroom—legs gone. nonexistent.

you might as well have left them in the sheets because they were absolutely not functioning. you had to grip onto choso's arm just to stay upright, and the smug, self-satisfied grin on his face was not helping.

“fucking finally,” geto drawled from the couch, stretching out his arms. “took you two long enough to get a damn room.”

you groaned, burying your burning face into choso's shoulder. geto should be more worried about if you were leaving that room alive.

gojo, sprawled next to him, smirked. “nah, nah… room or not, i definitely still heard everything.” he turned his head towards choso with a shit-eating smile. “didn't know you had it in you, big guy.” 

choso was… shy? embarrassingly shy. he froze, ears burning, his mouth opening and closing like he wanted to say something—desperately wanting to find an exist to this discussion.

you blinked up at him. confused. because who's that the same man who whispered the filthiest, most dominant shit into your ear?

he was mumbling, looking everywhere but at you. “i hate you both,” he muttered under his breath. staring aggressively at the floor.

geto chuckled, nudging gojo. “oh, this is gold. he's all quiet now. what happened to all that dirty talk, huh? gone?”

you bit your lip, holding back a laugh. he was so shy. and it was adorable.

“actually,” he blurted out, too quickly. “did you know tigers have the strongest bite force among big cats? but hyenas actually have a stronger one in comparison to their body weight?”

silence.

you blinked. gojo and geto stared.

“what?” gojo squinted. “what the fuck are you talking about?”

“animals,” choso said even faster, shoving his hands into his pockets like he could just disappear into them. “as you know, i watch a lot of documentaries and—”

gojo wheezed. you smiled.

and the, because you were a menace and because this was the cutest thing you'd ever seen in your life, you leaned in—all slow, all teasing—watching as his ears somehow got even redder when you got close.

as if he hadn't just spent hours rearranging your insides. as if he hadn't been the most depraved man known to life.

you let your fingers graze his forearm, voice sickening sweet. “tell me more.”

his eyes flicked to you, wide, surprised. 

but when he saw that you actually wanted to hear him ramble, when he realized you were genuinely interested—his lips parted slightly. his shoulders relaxed.

and softly—hesitantly—he started talking again.

and it was kinda hot!!

(づ ᴗ _ᴗ)づ♡

I hope the anon who requested that is satisfied !! :3

[mommyslittlebird]

Long Distance Mommy!Wanda: Punishment

Of course, I could finish my chapter for this week, but I could write 2k words of puppy!reader yesterday and 1k words of this today 😵‍💫😵‍💫

"You've been a very naughty girl today, haven't you?" Wanda clicks her tongue over the phone.

You swallowed. You wanted to argue. The only reason you had gotten distracted in class was because she was sending you naughty things all day. But you held your tongue. You knew better than to argue. "Yes, mommy."

"Mmm," she hummed, pleased you thought better of trying to pin this on her. "And you know mommy has to punish naughty girls, don't you?"

You nodded. "Yes, mommy."

"That's a good girl. Now, I need you to go to the toy drawer and pick out exactly what I tell you to, okay? You'll need a plug- the blue one tonight-, the paddle, and your clamps."

Your eyes went wide. It wasn't uncommon that Wanda would make you put in the plug or wear the nipple clamps, but she very rarely made you use both at the same time. You whined. "Mommy..."

"Aww, what is it baby?" She cooed with faux sympathy.

"It's gonna hurt..." you whimpered quietly.

She nearly laughed. "Of course it's going to hurt, baby. It is a punishment, after all. But you're gonna be a good girl for mommy, aren't you?"

"Yes, mommy," you grumbled reluctantly, grabbing the toys and bringing them to the bed. Since dating Wanda, you'd acquired a good number of new toys, including a nice adjustable stand for your phone that allowed you to film yourself on your bed. You set up your phone, putting Wanda on speaker and hitting the video call button.

Wanda smiled as you appeared on her screen, already naked and preparing yourself for her. "Hey, pretty girl."

You blushed, carefully avoiding the camera as you applied lube to the plug and slowly pushed it into your ass.

She clicked disapprovingly. "Uh uh, sweet girl. You know better than that. Turn over and spread your cheeks. Mommy wants to see your pretty plug."

You did as she asked, glad that at least she couldn't see how red your face was getting from this angle, even though you were sure she already knew.

She hummed. "Mmm, good girl. You're lucky I don't make you take it out and put it back in, since you decided to hide it from me the first time."

You whimpered at the thought. "Thank you, mommy. I'm sorry."

When she finally had her fill, she spoke again. "Okay, sweetheart. You can turn back over now. Show mommy how you put on your clamps."

You turned back over, showing her the clamps first so she could make sure they were adjusted to their most intense setting. You pinched your nipple, crying out as the cruel metal sank into the sensitive bud. You did the same thing on the other side, nearly crying with how sensitive you were.

The plug stung slightly, stretching you just past what was comfortable. But the clamps hurt even worse, burning and stinging your sensitive chest. You were already squirming in front of Wanda. "Mommy, can I touch myself, please? Please mommy. It hurts so bad." The lack of pleasurable stimulation made the pain almost unbearable.

Wanda, who could see how quickly you were already approaching a breaking point, caved. "Yes, baby. Play with yourself for me. Tell mommy how it feels."

The pressure to your clit immediately brought you relief, allowing the stinging pain to take on a slightly pleasurable edge. It was truly amazing how much of a difference it made. You moaned. "Much better, mommy. It still h-hurts. But... not s-so bad."

"Mmm, that's a good girl. Keep touching yourself for me, baby. Get yourself nice and sensitive."

You did as she asked, bucking against your own hand in a desperate attempt to get yourself off. With the stimulation on nearly every sensitive part of your body, you could feel your orgasm steadily approaching. You hoped Wanda would have mercy on you, deciding that the combination of the clamps and plug was enough of a punishment for tonight. "Can I cum, mommy?"

Wanda was slightly taken aback by your question. Sure, she'd been teasing you all day, but you were hardly ever this fast. "So close already, baby?"

You nodded, biting down on your bottom lip.

"Stop." She commanded.

You whined but did as she instructed.

"Pick up the paddle. I want you to hold yourself open for me and spank your little clit twenty times. I'll count out loud. If I don't think it was hard enough, it doesn't count. Understand?"

You whined, picking up the paddle in your right hand, using your left hand to spread your lips apart, putting your swollen clit on display for her. Hesitantly, you brought the paddle down with a soft thud. She didn't start counting. You tried again, harder this time. She didn't say "one" until the third time, when the leather made a loud thwack again your glistening folds.

You continue to bring down the paddle again and again, eyes watering and thighs shaking until they uncontrollably snap closed. "No more, mommy. Please."

"Three more." She commands. She takes a small bit of mercy on you. She'd only counted 15.

Shaking, you spread your thighs again, bringing the paddle down again. Your legs snap closed in between each painful strike, but you manage three more.

Her harsh demeanor final fades away after she counts the third strike. She allows you to throw the paddle down and collapse onto the bed with your thighs pressed tightly together in an attempt to relief the pain. "You did so good for me angel. You can take the clamps off and the plug out whenever you're ready, baby. Mommy's got you, sweetheart."

Even from far away, she was always so tender in her aftercare. She directed you through all the steps, carefully talking you through everything from applying ointment to wrapping yourself up in your favorite blanket. She told you leave the toys on the nightstand wrapped in a blanket. They could wait until morning.

You wrapped yourself around the stuffed bear she'd bought you, inhaling the strawberry scent she'd picked out to put inside. You let her soft words of praise and love wrap around you, pretending she was laying right beside you. You peacefully drifted off to the sound of her gentle voice singing to you.

Even from miles away, she would always let you know you are her precious angel, more loved than anything else in the world.

[cheol-e-kat]

Congratulations on 333 !!! May I request from your special birthday bingo, for mingyu x reader, ceo/boss, big flirt and easily flustered and age difference 🫶🏻 thanks

haiiii anon - sorry, this one did take a bit because i wrote for it but wasn't sure that i liked it...so i made some changes - hope you enjoy it

♡ kat

bingo squares: ceo/boss + big flirt x easily flustered + age difference

pairing: kim mingyu / f!reader

summary: mingyu thought he was flirting with y/n until one day she suddenly played her uno reverse card and upended his work life and normal life and maybe he needs a new job before he has to report having a relationship with a superior to HR

word count: 1.9k

genre: ceo/boss au, age gap, office au

rating: 18+, mdni, explicit

warnings: explicit language, drinking, public flirting, public groping, public foreplay, edging, fingering, penetrative sex

mingyu was in the office early, going through the breakroom cabinets - he needed to make sure that no one had bothered to restock the headache meds. he was y/n’s main source for them at this point, and he planned to keep it that way. there was nothing more satisfying than knowing she had a migraine, and he was the one she pinged to come into her office because he had the headache meds. 

it was just a bonus that every time he handed them to her, he made sure their fingers brushed against each other. he loved the way she would glance away, her cheeks just coloring from the slightest touch. 

it gave him terrible thoughts, like how would she react if he genuinely flirted with her - not just little touches - if he laid it on thickly, how much would she blush, he wondered. pet names intrigued him too - what would she like being called - she was smaller than him and so cute. in his mind, she was a ‘baby’ or ‘baby girl’ - maybe ‘honey.’

he wasn’t the least bit worried that she was one of his bosses or that she was a few years older. in fact, that just made it more intriguing because he wanted to know how far he could take things before she called him out. better if she didn’t call him out - if she were too flustered by it. 

she wasn’t dating anyone - he knew that. he had been working late one evening when he heard her vehemently tell someone to go fuck themselves and then followed it by throwing her phone at her office wall hard enough to dent the plaster. he had snorted at that. the guy who had been her plus one at the holiday party was surely finished. worse was when the guy rang back after a minute or so - mingyu had never heard quite so many expletives be so artfully used to essentially let someone know they were a piece of shit.

so he hoarded the headache medication and hoped for a migraine to strike. 

⋆˚࿔

but then there was a twist - he wasn’t expecting the announcement of a team retreat. he watched her reaction to the news, the way she rubbed the bridge of her nose in annoyance, but was quick to smile as people started talking to her about it. 

“yeah, so much fun!” she agreed with an analyst he knew she couldn’t stand. 

he caught her rolling her eyes as they walked away. she suddenly glanced at him like she was just seeing him. she watched him for a moment and turned on her heel and headed back to her office. mingyu had the odd sense that he could follow along if he wanted. which he did. 

she was already behind her desk, typing away at something. she paused when he closed the door and leaned back in her chair. 

she smiled, “what can i do for you, mingyu?” she asked, voice overly sweet.

he had zero fucking clue what she could do for him. he went a bit red.

“you seemed a bit annoyed about the trip,” he took a stab at starting a conversation with her. it was weird when she was suddenly so confident when she talked to him. 

she hummed and leaned forward so her chin rested in her hand, and she gave her best fake smile, “i have to book a fucking flight, and a fucking hotel, and fucking pack - not to mention spending what little free time i have with,” she paused smiling more sweetly, “my co-workers,” her voice was beyond sarcastic.

she sighed, “so yes - i’m annoyed.” she dropped her smile. “what are you going to do about, pretty boy? did you pop in to offer to solve all my problems?” 

she leaned back in her chair again, her gaze traveling from his face, down the line of his body, and back up to meet his gaze. she smiled in a way he wasn’t used to - like she was daring him to respond in kind. 

his mouth went dry. he glanced around while his mind flailed for a response. “um, i can - i could book things for you?” he offered in a rush, flushing as he spoke. 

her smile turned into a grin. “oh, you could, could you?” she whispered suggestively, “you could book all the things for me and make me the happiest girl in the whole world?” she asked with a pouty smile.

he swallowed roughly. “yeah - yes, i definitely could,” he mumbled.   

she watched him like a cat watching a bird — like she could devour him at any moment. “mmmh, that would be perfection,” she said with a genuine smile as she started to turn back to her computer. 

mingyu nodded, not knowing how to feel. 

“first class, window seat, please,” she murmured, staring hard at whatever was on her computer screen.

“sure, whatever you want,” he whispered, biting his lip roughly.

she glanced up once more, “i owe you - maybe we can have dinner or something,” she added before fully turning back to work.  

but she still had that little smile that seemed to raise mingyu’s pulse. he had never seen that smile before. he had exactly no idea what it meant.

regardless, he felt like he practically disappeared the moment she locked back into emails or whatever.  

he walked back to his desk, not exactly sure what had just happened. 

⋆˚࿔

he didn’t have to wait very long to find out what all of her little come-hither smiles meant. 

there was an event - trivia night at a bar for some benefit a coworker was part of that he was going to. 

he hadn’t expected to see her there, drink in hand, laughing with a guy he didn’t know. he thought of leaving - he had already paid for his ticket, so it wasn’t like he wouldn’t be donating or something. but she saw him - her gaze was intense enough for him to feel embarrassment creep across his cheeks. he couldn’t leave. 

he found a seat and was quickly joined by her. she had her drink and one that she put in front of him.

“you’re looking a little thirsty over here, all alone,” she murmured. she leaned on the table, watching him. 

he shook his head, “m’fine,” he mumbled. 

she smiled, “i’m aware,” she said plainly. he felt her fingertips brush along his thigh. 

he felt his skin tingle. he glanced down to see her slender fingers splayed on his thigh. 

she sighed, “don’t look, sweetheart, no one will notice unless you make it obvious.” her fingers traced to his inner thigh - he tried to look anywhere else - he tried to think of anything else. 

“so, does this mean we’re on the same team?” he asked, voice breaking slightly.

“mhmm, i’m pretty good for everything but sports,” she answered, “what about you?”

he nodded, “uh, yeah, i’m fine with sports.” he nodded, knowing he felt his dick starting to harden.

“yeah?” she asked softly, as her fingertips traced the line of his stiffening cock. 

he swallowed hard, nodding. “yep, sports are covered,” he said quickly and with zero confidence that he could answer any questions while she was touching him. 

“good, need to know you can prioritize tasks appropriately.” 

he shook his head. “that’s - that’s evil,” he said, leaning forward to sip his drink. 

she smiled, her fingers still teasing him under the table. “just let me tease you while you answer some questions, and if you don’t come, i’ll give you a cute little certificate for your cubicle.”

“feels like i should get more than that,” he complained. 

“oh yeah? want to negotiate?” she asked, her voice smug, as she palmed him roughly. 

he squeezed the edge of the table tightly. “what about a bet?”

“like what?”

he groaned gently, “uh, if i make it through the first round, i get your panties?”

she hummed, “who says i’m wearing any?” she whispered. 

he glanced at her. she smiled, “yeah, alright, make it through round one, and i’ll go to the bathroom and return with my panties, just for you to pocket and sniff later while you jerk off with them or whatever you have planned.”

“i have barely any thoughts right now, so i don’t even know what i want them for,” he admitted openly.

she laughed, “cute, very cute.”

she worked him through the first round - there were points when he was afraid he would come. but he also felt her pull back. he realized she was edging him really hard, pushing him that much closer each time. 

but when the round was over, and he had made it through, she did exactly what she had promised and went off to the bathroom. meanwhile, mingyu sat unmoving, a napkin covering his lap.

when she came back, the flimsy fabric she pressed into his palm was astonishing. he glanced at her questioningly. 

“that’s all you’ve been wearing all day?” he whispered.

she smirked, “now you know how easy it would be to fuck me at work,” she whispered, pressing closer in the dim light, “just think how easily you could shift my tiny panties out of the way for you to finger me or fuck me,” her lips brushed his ear, “so easy, for you to fill my pussy.”

he turned to see her watching him - her gaze was softer, dreamy almost. 

he took his chance, leaning over, “you want me filling your pussy don’t you?”

she didn’t hesitate to nod. 

he bit his lip lightly, “bathroom?”

she shook her head, “no, but you can come with me if you want,” she offered. 

⋆˚࿔

he grabbed a cab with her - they did legitimately use the same train station. but she just gave the cabbie her full address. 

they were both quiet in the cab. he fingered the lacey panties in his pocket, glancing at her, knowing there was almost nothing between her and the seat. he almost wished her skirt were pushed up, and it was just her bare ass and cunt making contact with the seat. he leaned back into the seat, letting his legs open wider. 

he felt a little brave and reached over, his hand landing on her thigh. he felt her legs part for him. he let out a heavy breath as he slid his hand higher until his fingers made contact with her slick pussy. he teased her pussy lips, just barely having time to work his fingers between them before the cab stopped. 

he paid and followed her up the stairs to her place. they barely made it past the front door. he was too desperate, and they wound up on the floor of her living room, her skirt pushed up over her hips, while he pounded into her without hesitation. 

he loved the way it looked when his dick fully disappeared inside her. he was sure he was fucking into her stomach. he wanted to see the outline of his cock inside her.

they both came quickly - her sticky, sweet cum mixing with his - he rolled his hips a few extra times just to feel and hear how wet she was. 

then he fell between her thighs, leaning over her, resting against her. his cock was still buried in her - he didn’t want to pull out. she was so fucking wet for him. he felt her fingers tracing through his hair.

“please tell me you booked us on the same flight?” she asked softly.

he nodded, “i did, yeah,” he whispered.

“good job, baby, so thoughtful.”

a/n: hope this was a fun take on the bingo squares - thanks for making a request ^^

♡ kat

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[h0estar]

alright, i know being a manga reader makes you... dissatisfied about how certain scenes played out but literally after finishing the recent ep, i understood WHY.

I WAS CLUTCHING MY PEARLS AT 1 IN THE MORNING BC OMFG???????????????????????????

The cute Jinmao interactions in the beginning may not have made the cut but they sure as hell went up and beyond with their cave scenes and i gotta say, those were necessary sacrifices for the greater good 🙏

BECAUSE HELLO?!?!??!!!!!!!!??!

THE WAY JINSHI LOOKS AT HER HAS ME FLOORING MAOMAO IS SO STRONG

(she definitely wasn't tho. i saw the way she gaped at his face. I KNOW YOU MAOMAO!!!!)

and the way jinshi instinctively locked her in place with that delicious waist grab?!? my guy did NAWWTT do all that in the manga but if his slutty outfit and hairstyle in the beginning had to be sacrificed for this, then to hell with them 🔥

ALSO HELLO????????? THE CLOSE UP OF JINSHI GIVING HER A PASSIONATE CPR HAS ME WEAK ON MY KNEES

This can be taken out of context and I'M GLAD IT CAN BC HELL YEAH

the animators had to set their priorities with this ep and I'M GLAD THEY DID. THEY KNEW WHAT WE WANTED AND THEY GAVE ITTTT

I can't wait for the next ep!!!!

[akira-dulbar]

The life you left behind-

3/3: remember part 1 part 2 part4

Summary: You remember how you met Jason.

Warnings: Character deaths, teen pregnancies, mentions of bullying, religion, mentions of violence (mild), mentions of sex (very mild), (I don't know how to write about sex, so no.)

note: Why did she seem so desperate in the previous one in case they didn't like her? Help haha

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The first time you saw him, you were 13, and it was on television, being introduced as the new adopted son of the infamous billionaire Bruce Wayne.

You remember your first thought of him being that he seemed both uncomfortable and nervous, perhaps unused to all the attention he was receiving.

But that was it, and you didn't really think about him for much longer afterward.

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The second time was also on television, where he appeared in a video showing him attacking other teenagers in a somewhat brutal manner. Because of this, journalists dubbed him the black sheep of the Wayne family.

Although it later came to light that he was bullied by the other children in the video and that he grew so tired of beating them up that way. You could only imagine all the bullying he endured; after all, there are spoiled rich kids out there, so you couldn't really blame him for lashing out at them.

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The third time was also in another video of him hitting a journalist at a charity gala. That time, you could also understand it: journalists will do anything to get a front page.

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The fourth was different and took place at your school, in your classroom. Apparently, they had moved him here because of the bullying he suffered at the rich school.

Although you didn't talk to him, neither did the rest of the class, since everyone knew his reputation for hitting anyone who bothered him.

Although there were some brave ones who tried to talk to him, they were quickly chased away by him after a while.

He was an example of "a dog that barks, bites," although you thought the saying wasn't true, who knows. That was all.

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The fifth grade was also different. It had been about a year since he'd been in school.

He was always alone, reading a book at recess. This time it was a book that said "Little Women." He didn't seem to care about his surroundings, but you felt curious about him, you didn't know why. Maybe because all your friends couldn't be with you that day, and you felt lonely, wanting to talk to someone.

But everyone already had their groups, and he seemed to be the only one you could talk to. So without thinking much, you approached him, not knowing what to say. Although, as you had always been impulsive, you knew something would come to you when you were in front of him.

"What's your name?" You saw Jason look up from his book and look at you with confusion and disbelief, perhaps confused by the thought of someone speaking to him.

"What?…"

"What's your name?" You repeated, sure you could see the gears in his head turning.

"No… do you know who I am?" He seemed puzzled. It made sense; everyone knew who he was and his reputation.

"I know who you are… I just want you to tell me who you are," you were trying not to laugh when his face scrunched up in confusion.

"Do you want me to tell you who I am… Even though you already know who I am?"

You just asked, nodding.

"Is this a joke?" He was getting angry.

You denied.

"Why?" Now he was so bewildered that you could only smile and try to laugh at the face he was making, because you knew it would make him angry.

"I want to meet you… But not because of television or the rumors about you," you paused to see him remain silent and continued.

"But because you tell me who you are." You finished speaking. You saw how speechless and bewildered he was, so you decided to let him process the information.

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..

...

Okay, enough processing.

You waved your hand in his face, noticing that he was startled, and you were slightly startled, taking a step back.

"Sorry!… I…" You composed yourself and looked at him, his head down, perhaps trying to decide what to say.

Suddenly, he stood up from his seat and took a step toward you, holding your hand. "I'm Jason…"

You could only smile.

You told him your name.

"Nice to meet you, Jason," shaking his hand, seeing him smile back.

"A pleasure," you felt him squeeze your hand.

That was the fifth time you saw him and the first time you met Jason.

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From then on, things went downhill. You talked all the time about everything and nothing, you ate together at every break, he recommended books he'd read, and even though you didn't really like reading, you made the effort for him and read them, and you ended up liking many of them.

The book you liked the most was "Little Women," which was also the book Jason had the day you met. When he discovered you liked it, Jason always carried it with him when he met you to read it to you. Although you could already say you both knew it by heart, you decided not to tell him because you thought the effort he made for you was really sweet.

Although everyone was fine with each other, not many liked their closeness. Your friends quickly tried to get you to stop talking to Jason or hanging out with him, telling you about the rumors that were spreading about him and how dangerous he was, and how they didn't understand why Bruce Wayne was still with him. This comment made you angry and you stopped talking to them for two weeks.

You were able to understand them to a certain extent; Jason didn't have the best reputation, and they wanted to protect you, but that still wasn't the way to treat someone.

And although they apologized to you, you decided not to talk about Jason to your friends, and vice versa. After all, neither side liked each other. Jason didn't feel comfortable around your friends, and your friends were afraid of Jason, so you decided it was okay if you didn't hang out.

That's why, when you and Jason started dating half a year later, it wasn't to everyone's liking, and that was okay. You knew that sometimes people have to hate other people to feel good about their own lives.

The people at school just glanced at them as they passed by, the teachers only seemed bewildered, and your friends just told you to be careful because with Jason, anything was possible. You think they just said that and nothing more because they were tired of trying to convince you otherwise.

Even so, it wasn't something they shouted from the rooftops, and they hadn't even met their respective parents yet; they wanted to take it slow but steady.

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It was a new year for everyone, and it was already starting off with some stumbling blocks. Jason seemed to be angry with his father. He didn't say why, which wasn't unusual. He never spoke about what bothered him about his father. But from what you could understand, they disagreed on some things, causing Jason to be grumpy most of the time.

And you, well… you were just a little depressed. Your aunt, who was your best friend, had been sick for months, getting worse every day, and the doctors still didn't know what was wrong with her and she was hospitalized for investigation.

But other than that, everything else was fine, sort of. Some of your friends started talking bad about Jason again after seeing him almost constantly with that "if he sees me, he'll punch you" look on his face. Although Jason didn't really do anything to anyone; he was just quiet and glared. That only caused the rumors to spread even more. Even some of your own friends started making some. And since they were friends of the girlfriend, those rumors were believed more, which was driving you crazy.

You tried not to let it bother you, and with what was happening to your aunt and Jason seeming more withdrawn, you really couldn't think of anything else.

Even studying became a real churning in your stomach, but you still tried to manage.

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Jason was never mean to you, although if he kept things to himself, it wasn't really a problem. He always treated you well, talking to you about his past and telling you stories about his life at the mansion, about Alfred and his father, but only certain things. He never spoke about his brother Dick, although he himself said he wasn't his brother. You didn't ask. You were an only child, so you didn't really understand what sibling interactions were like.

You were able to meet Alfred several times, when you went on outings/dates, when he came to pick Jason up or drop him off at school, and so on. He was kind to you and well-behaved, a true gentleman. In any case, you didn't know much about him either; they were just short conversations, but you knew he viewed you favorably.

Well, Jason told you that after you expressed your concern about his grandfather not liking you… and he just stood up and told him that Alfred thought you were a good girl, which made you smile and relieved you.

Even so, Jason was never mean to you. He was polite to you, treated you well, and told you many things, though maybe not everything, but it was okay. He also always told you how much he loved you. You thought it was because you never told him you loved him… that's why you tried to show him that you loved him, not only with words but also with actions.

You thought that Jason would somehow open up to you about the things he didn't say, but that wasn't the case. In fact, he became more reserved, but you didn't think much about it since you were also fighting your own demons.

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Do you remember that day when it all began and ended?

When the doctors had said your aunt had breast cancer, and that they detected it too late, that she probably only had a few months left, you became extremely depressed. You stopped going to school for a few weeks because of the stress of the whole situation, and you really just wanted to cry.

I was hiding you in your room in your aunt's apartment, and you were locked in, devastated…

You don't really remember how much time passed, but you remember someone ringing the doorbell, and when they realized it, Jason was with you lying in bed reading "Little Women"… Well, Jason was reading, while you were just lying on his chest listening to him read aloud. For some reason, you knew he'd had a bad day too and that he needed that too.

You don't really remember how things went from reading to kissing. You don't remember what they said, but you do remember that you were both hugging and saying much-needed words of comfort, him holding you and looking at you as if it were only you and no one else. You also remember that he was gentle and warm, holding you firmly and without much hesitation, as if he was saying, "I'm here, I'm real, I won't leave you." You felt good, loved, and worry-free. Everything was warm, and you couldn't help but feel comforted.

From then on, you didn't remember anything else. Not the following days, not the weeks after. It was as if you were on autopilot. All those memories were a blur, filled with worries, missing school, arguments between his family members about your aunt's situation, Jason's anger and reserve…

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But everything became clear a month later, as if your brain stopped going on autopilot after hearing the news you'd dreaded so much…

Your aunt died…

And everything went down the drain…

Jason stopped showing up a few days later…

A few days later, you realized you were pregnant…

It was as if you couldn't process the news… one bad piece of news would come out, and before you could even process what was happening, another would come and slap you hard…

You were terrified. You texted Jason about what was happening, your condition, and how you were feeling, but there was no response. You tried other methods, social media, email, and even sent several letters to Wayne Manor. That was the bravest thing you did because you were afraid of what the people there might think. They were rich people, after all. Who could imagine what those people thought and decide you were just a crazy fan who made things up? Even with all your efforts, there was no response. None…

And a few weeks later, she collapsed. You don't remember crying like that day. It was the first time you'd ever cried like that, and you really couldn't blame yourself. You felt stupid, tired, depressed, desolate, alone…

All she wanted was your aunt… who combed your hair while telling you stories from her youth, who gossiped about your family in the past… you wanted her comforting hugs… her warm kisses on your head, and her way of comforting you. You wanted your second mother.

And Jason… you wanted him to read to you while you lay on top of him, while he combed your hair with one arm and held the book with the other… you wanted to hear his sarcasm about his classmates and teachers again… and the stories he had about Alfred and his father…

You cried more after thinking about how much you missed them both…

"Please…" you could only sob while praying.

"Please… I'm begging you… please," you were choking on your own sobs.

"I'm begging you… Let me see one of them again."

"At least… let Jason show up… I'm begging you… please, I'm begging you…" you held your hands tightly clasped together as you said those words, looking up....

You are not religious, but in desperation everything counts.

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The next day, Jason Todd-Wayne's death was announced.

You cried like never before.

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You don't really remember what your aunt's funeral was like…

You felt empty and on automatic…

It was like everything was a lie and nothing was real…

Now at least you could think that you could attend, because you couldn't at Jason's funeral… You didn't know if Bruce Wayne knew about you and if he would let you in to see him… Probably not…

Now, you didn't know if Alfred remembered you, but whether he did or not, you really had no way of finding out.

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A few months later, you realized you didn't know what to do with the child growing in your womb. You'd been hiding it until now, but the time for a definitive abortion was almost over, and you were running out of excuses for what was happening to you. It was all a matter of time…

It was like someone had thrown a bucket of cold water over you, very cold water.

That day, you locked yourself in your aunt's apartment, thinking about everything and nothing, about everything that had happened to get you to where you were now.

On the one hand, you were 15 years old and still had a future ahead of you. The child growing inside you would be a huge responsibility, and when you told your parents, they would choose the most obvious option… which would be abortion…

But on the other hand, your aunt had always told you to be responsible, to take responsibility for things… but you didn't know if that also applied in this situation; you weren't sure.

When you lowered your head, you found something that surprised you…

It was the "Little Women" book…

Jason must have forgotten it later that day…

You picked it up and settled in so you could read it. When he did, tears nearly came to his eyes… On the first page of the book, it said…

"From Jason to……, we're going through some tough times. Maybe giving you this book won't magically fix the problems we're having, but I want you to have it so that every time you open it, you'll realize you're not alone in this. Maybe you'll hit rock bottom, and maybe I won't be of any help, but I'm here. I'll support you. And even though I'm a mess, sometimes I just want to tell you… I love you. I loved you, and I always will. Please don't forget that."

You could only sob as you finished reading.

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That day you went to your aunt's grave. After all, you didn't know where Jason's was, and you didn't want to look for it in case you raised suspicions and then someone else investigated, and you ended up on the front page of the newspaper as "A pregnant girl is in front of Jason Wayne's grave… Who could this girl be?" You really didn't feel like doing that right now.

"Forgive me, Aunt…" You saw your aunt's grave full of flowers.

"I really wasn't coming to visit you…" You placed your hand on your slightly swollen belly.

"(Well, partly yes… You'll have another niece… She's Jason's, yes, the boy I told you about.)" You just closed your eyes as he smiled.

"(The same boy you said was like an angry cat soaked in the rain…)" You stopped smiling because of what you would say next.

"(Forgive me… I wasn't a good girl for not protecting myself.)" You opened your eyes again, staring straight at the grave.

"(I know I'm just a child, but I'm stubborn… like you.)" You paused for a moment as you decided what to say next.

"(But I want to care for, love, and protect this child… My parents won't agree… But I know they won't kick me out of the house… Please forgive me, but I want this child.)" You looked at the other graves, then looked up.

"Jason… I will love this child as I loved you… he will not lack love… he will not go hungry at night, and I will hold him so he never feels cold… he will have your name, and I will tell him about you. I assure you, he will be loved." You continued, still with your hand on your belly.

"You shouldn't worry about me. I'll tell him about you too. He's in good hands." You smiled as you returned to your aunt's grave.

"You shouldn't either. I'll be fine. I love you, Aunt. Rest in peace." You walked away from your aunt's grave.

"Rest in peace, Alexandra… May God bless her in her eternal rest."

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Months later, Peter Alexander was born …….

and secretly Peter Alexander Todd

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A few years ago, you read "Little Women" to your son, who made it his favorite book, both because of the story and because it was his father's, taking it everywhere…

Even reading it that day when an older boy stared at him from a car on the other side of the garden fence where he was reading the words his father wrote for his mother.

When he got tired of being stared at, he looked up to confront him for ruining his reading of his favorite moment, only to see the stranger drive away with a puzzled expression.

"Older kids are weird…" Peter returned his attention to his reading.

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Jason's middle name is Peter, nothing more to say.

In any case, I think some things were translated poorly. If anything, please let me know.

Of the three parts, this wasn't my favorite. I feel like I missed some things, but I'm satisfied with what I wrote.

Anyway, I don't know much English.

@salvatt1 @1abi

Will they realize that I can't label myself?

[max-the-many]

Very nice @fullfriendnerdclutch!

But I sure wasn't lazy myself.

Started off my week having brunch with my boy Jamie, which got quite the nice dude at that point.

I let him make a pic of me at the park later as I couldn't help but get topless to play with my current shape.

Propably it was this that got me hot for some more muscles, but it wasn't until wednesday when I texted Ryan to meet at the beach.

He brought another buddy along so we looked around fpr a nice trio.

Didn't take long to find the first two at the changing booths, both just entering. I took the one on the right, rushing into the booth, covering his mouth while sinking a shot into his hips.

"Can I..." someone whispered through the closed door which was Jamies buddy asking me to let him have this one.

Surprisingly I didn't take another one having a very good time with my boys, shooting a lot of pocs and of cause injoying eachother every now and then.

It wasn't until the evening when we strawled along the marina when I got interested with someone, disapearing between the small houses with me followed, just smiling back at my boys while doing so.

Even sent them a selfie as a treaser before I joined them again, beeing so horny that we dumped the plan on going to a club and headi g to the next hotel instead.

We even got a very nice addition as we headed for our room, leaving the elevator when this hunky latino got in. We hit in him hard.

Unfortunately he didn't respond very well.

Or bmaybe it was for the better as Ryan didn't wait long to give him a shot instead.

What else... ah ya! How could I forget the trip at the weekend! Jamie broad some amazing new cheeks, having them peak out of his dufflebag.

Yet he didn't want to show me more, pulling out another one, carefully trying to hide the other.

"Nice one!" I said when he got him on, and I meant it. But at that point, I couldn't help but be curious about the other one.

And he knew that! He just loves to keep me craving, to build up my longing for a look dispite us having had hundreds and hundreds at that point.

And he didn't disappoint, pulling out that second suit at a remote spot, a beatiful beach, giving me quite the show slowly slipping out of that other suit and into the hidden one.

What a weekend!

On sunday, when we got back at our place, Danny hit me up.

"Guess who got something nice for daddy" he teased me.

"Wanna see?"

Of cause I wanted. So I called him, beeing greeted by a stunning twink he turned just an hour ago

"Got him on a hookup! Want you to feel him so bad, daddy!"

I love when he talks to me like that. And I sure gave him the daddy he wanted.

It stayed on my mind even the day after that. Partly because I really miss to fool around with him for realy, partly because that smooth gym-guy I wore didn't really satisfy my daddy-needs fully.

But I didn't realize that before I saw that officer checking a guy along the road I took to get to a friend.

I instantly pulled over and Ryan didn't even ask as the guy standing besides the officer didn't look that shabby either.

We waited for them to finish before I approached the officer in his car. As soon as he was distracted I pushed a shot into his biceps.

When I looked up Ryan was already in the car of the other one.

Of cause I send a picture to Danny as soon as I was dressed.

"Hmm, daddy! Officer! I was such a naughty boy" Danny replied.

"I already slipped into something more... beefy" he said before sending a pic.

"I wished you were here, daddy!"

Yeah, thats for my side. Hope you are dooing well @fullfriendnerdclutch

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Their Precious Manager

I just saw this on Pinterest, Idk what they are saying but I just got this idea.

Yandere

Yandere Mikage Reo x FemaleManagerReader x Yandere Nagi Seishiro

Nagi and Reo found a new interest, and that is their female manager who they can't take their minds and eyes off her.

Being the manager of the soccer club was exhausting, but it had its fun moments. You got to watch some of the best player in the school up close, and your job mostly involved organising equipment keeping track of schedules and occasionally dealing with your two most high maintenance members.

Mikage Reo and Nagi Seishiro.

Reo, the charismatic and ambitious heir to the Mikage Corporation, had a way of making people listen. He was confident, intelligent, and always had his eye on the prize. But with you? His obsession burned differently—possessive, demanding, and dangerously intense.

Then there was Seishiro, his best friend, the lazy genius who rarely cared about anything—except Reo. And now… you.

They were a package deal. If you saw one, the other wasn't far behind.

"Oi, manager, water," Sei mumbled as he lazily leaned against you. His weight made you stumble slightly, but you’d gotten used to it.

"You have hands, Seishiro," you sighed, handing him a bottle anyway.

He hummed in satisfaction, cracking it open with one hand while still leaning on you.

Reo, who had appeared beside you in an instant. He clicked his tongue, eyeing how closely Sei was clinging to you. "You’re so spoiled, Nagi. At least give them some space."

Sei didn’t move. If anything, his head lolled onto your shoulder. "Too much work."

You chuckled. "Seriously, how did you even survive before I became manager?"

Reo smirked. "Who knows? Maybe we were just waiting for the perfect one to show up."

You never thought much how close Reo and Seishiro were to you.

Sure, Reo always called you over first when he needed something, even if the other members were closer. And yeah, Seishiro has a habit of using you as a human pillow whenever he is tired, but that was just their dynamic, right?

You were organizing the team’s equipment when another player—just a classmate, struck up a conversation. Nothing serious, just casual small talk.

But Reo didn’t like that.

He walked up to you both, his usual charming smile plastered on his face.

"Ah, our manager is quite popular," he mused, standing too close behind you. His fingers brushed your shoulder, sending an involuntary shiver down your spine. "But don’t you think you should ask me before chatting with our staff?"

The air grew heavy. Your classmate gave a nervous chuckle, mumbling something before quickly excusing himself.

You glared at Reo. "You didn’t have to do that."

Reo only smiled, tilting his head. "Didn’t I?"

That’s when you felt another presence behind you.

A hand gently draped itself over yours. "Reo," Seishiro's voice was calm, yet there was something unreadable in his eyes as he peered over your shoulder, "you’re scaring her."

You exhaled in relief. Maybe Seishiro the more reasonable one—"But," Sei murmured, his fingers lightly tracing your wrist, "I don’t like it either."

Reo had now thrown both his arms around your shoulders as he guided you toward the equipment shed. "Come help me with something."

You sighed and went along without question.

Seishiro followed lazily, his footsteps slow but persistent.

Once inside, you rummaged through the supplies. "What are we looking for?"

"Nothing," Reo replied casually.

You blinked. "Huh?"

Sei sighed, leaning against the wall while Reo smirked. "Just wanted an excuse to get you away from the others for a bit."

You rolled your eyes. "You could’ve just said that instead of dragging me here."

Reo’s smirk widened. "And miss out on the fun?"

You shook your head, laughing lightly. This was normal.

They were just clingy. Right?

"Hey, can you help me with—"

Before they could finish, a hand landed on your shoulder. "Our manager’s busy," Reo’s voice was smooth, but there was an unmistakable finality to it.

You turned, confused. "Reo, I can help—"

He gave you a look.

Not angry. Not annoyed. But something else.

Something unreadable.

Seishiro appeared beside you, his presence looming as he stared at the other player with disinterest. "Go ask someone else," he muttered.

The player quickly excused himself.

You frowned. "You guys don’t have to do that. I can talk to other members, you know."

Reo’s smile didn’t falter. "Of course. But why would you need to, when you have us?"

Sei hummed in agreement, leaning on you once again. "Yeah… You’re our manager. Ours."

You laughed, brushing it off. "You guys are too much."

They didn’t laugh.

They just watched you.

And for some reason, the air suddenly felt heavy.

• Flashback

Reo wasn’t sure what exactly made him notice you that day. You weren’t someone who stood out in a crowd—no flashy personality, no desperate attempt to cling to the soccer players. You were just… there.

But something about that made you different.

It happened after practice, when he and Nagi were heading toward the vending machines near the school’s field.

That’s when he saw you.

Alone.

Kicking around a stray soccer ball absentmindedly.

Like you were bored and had nothing to do.

At first, Reo didn’t think much of it. Plenty of people liked to mess around with the ball, even if they weren’t athletes. But then—you did something unexpected.

Instead of just tapping it around, you adjusted your stance and kicked it perfectly against the wall, letting it bounce back toward you. Controlled. Clean. Calculated.

And you don't even seem to know.

Reo’s brows lifted slightly. Interesting.

"Oi, Seishiro," he nudged Nagi, who was sipping a juice box. "Look at that."

Nagi followed his gaze, eyes landing on you just as you caught the ball with your foot again. "Huh… That’s kinda cool," he muttered.

Reo smirked. "Right?"

You didn’t seem to notice them watching, too focused on balancing the ball. You didn’t look like someone with formal training, but there was something satisfying about the way you moved—effortless in a way that wasn’t forced.

You were just playing unknowingly good.

And somehow that made him want to talk to you.

Nagi didn't really care about other people. Too much hassle. Too much noise. Too much effort.

But when Reo pointed at you, he looked.

And he kept looking.

It wasn't because you were super skilled or anything. You were just average— but in a way that made you real. You weren't trying to impress anyone, you were just trying to do your own thing.

So when Reo casually walked over and said. "Hey, you should be our manager." Nagi was already thinking.

Yeah that be nice.

Your reaction however wasn't what they expected.

"..." You look up blinking to the two of them.

"Manager?" You repeated, confused.

Reo grinned. "Yeah. You know, handling schedules, making sure we don’t forget stuff. Easy job."

You stared at Reo like he just suggested you run a marathon barefoot.

You frowned. "Sounds like a pain, so yeah, no thanks."

Reo wasn’t deterred. "Why not? You’d get to hang out with us."

You snorted. "That’s supposed to be a perk? It sounds annoying. "

Reo placed a hand on his chest, pretending to be hurt. "Ouch. You wound me."

You rolled your eyes, tossing the ball back to Nagi, who caught it with his foot effortlessly. "I’m not interested. I’ve got other things to do."

Reo’s smile didn’t falter, but he exchanged a glance with Nagi. Then, casually, he added, "But it sound profitable."

You froze.

Your brain short-circuited for a moment. "Wait… what?"

Reo’s smirk widened. "You heard me. Manager position. Good pay. Easy work."

You squinted at him. "Define 'good pay.' "

You wanted to dismiss it. You did. But something about the way he said 'paid' made your brain click into broke mode.

Reo exchanged a glance with Nagi, who shrugged.

"More than whatever part-time job you’re thinking of getting," Nagi muttered.

You squinted at them. "Enough for, like… food money?"

Reo scoffed. "More than that."

"Enough to buy dumb, unnecessary things?"

"Definitely."

You pursed your lips. "Enough to make bad financial decisions?"

Reo’s smirk widened. "Absolutely."

You exhaled loudly, rubbing your temples. Damn it.

You didn’t want to be a manager, but… money. Is Money.

Reo saw the gears turning in your head and pressed further. "C’mon, it’s not even hard. Plus, we’re cool to hang out with, right?"

You gave them a long, suspicious look. "You guys aren’t gonna make me do weird rich-people stuff, right?"

Reo laughed. "Nah. Just basic stuff."

You crossed your arms, still hesitant. But… a job like this meant you wouldn’t have to work somewhere annoying. And if all you had to do was keep these two in check…

You sighed. "Fine. But if you guys start acting weird, I’m quitting."

Reo clapped his hands together. "Deal."

And just like that, you became their manager.

A few weeks into the job, you had somehow adjusted to the chaos that was managing Mikage and Nagi. They weren’t exactly high-maintenance.

Just weirdly attached.

One afternoon, as you handed out water bottles, Reo casually leaned against the bench and said. "Hey, why don't you call us by our first names?"

You gave him a skeptical look. "What wrong with Mikage and Nagi?"

Nagi lying on the grass beside you, blinking lazily. "It's too formal."

Reo nodded. "Yeah, and we are passed that, don't you think?"

You frowned. "I don’t know… It feels weird."

Reo tilted his head. "Why?"

"I dunno," you admitted. "It just does."

Reo smirked. "Then let’s fix that."

You raised an eyebrow. "Fix what?"

He leaned closer, eyes glinting. "Say it."

You hesitated.

Nagi, now watching too closely, propped himself up on his elbow. "C'mon, just once."

They were waiting. Expectant.

You sighed. "Fine… Reo and Seishiro?"

There was a pause.

For a split second, their expressions shifted to something unreadable, something possessive, flickering behind their eyes.

Reo’s smirk softened, but his grip on his water bottle tightened slightly. "See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?"

Nagi stared at you for a beat longer before murmuring, "Say it again."

You blinked. "Huh?"

Reo chuckled, shaking his head. "Don’t mind him. He just likes hearing it."

You huffed. "You guys are weird."

They didn’t deny it.

And you missed the way they exchanged a glance—the kind that silently said, She’s getting used to us.

They are with you now, every step, every move, and every second. And no one could even take you away from them.

Reo influence and wealth were too powerful.

Nagi's talent made him untouchable.

Now that you are here, together, they ensured you belong to them.

And what are you gonna do about it?

[soonwoosz]

producer! woozi x reader

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you sighed, turning the lights off as the practice room door closed behind you. the hour hand on the clock striked 3, signalling the soon-to-start new day of routine for trainees in the company.

however, the lights to the studio - woozi's studio - at the end of the hallway shined brightly through the glass.

being all too familiar with the place, you didn't hesitate to push open the door and visit your lovely producer.

woozi had grown a little more relaxed since you first saw him yesterday, but his exhaustion was still evident. he ran a hand through his hair and sighed, rubbing his temples in frustration.

you quietly approached his desk, eyes scanning over the monitor filled with tabs and tabs of sound clips and producing instruments. there were still a few things to finalize, but the tiredness was written all over woozi's face - he just wasn’t willing to admit it.

"jihoon-ie, are you heading back to the dorm today?" you gently asked, softly patting his back.

you remembered he had eaten dinner together with the members when practice ended at 1am, and now all that was left was for him to rest.

woozi glanced at her, the corners of his lips curling into a small, tired smile. “i will in a bit, just need to finish this one thing.”

you shook your head and sighed. “you’re impossible.” You turned his chair to face you, forcing him away from the screen. “come on, it’s late, woozi. just take a break.”

He sighed, shaking his head while prying your hands away from his chair to go back into his producing. you noticed how his head tilted slightly to the side as he slouched, a sign that woozi was beginning to succumb to exhaustion. you weren't sure if it was the overwhelming amount of work, or just the late hours, but the tiredness in his eyes grew stronger by the second.

you tried again.

"how about a short nap before you continue?" his hands faltered, the suggestion finally tempting him.

you smiled, moving over to pull a blanket off his couch, patting the soft material to call him over and lie down. "just for a bit, i'll make sure no one disturbs you."

woozi trudged over, collapsing on the couch. his body sank into the softness of it, eyes immediately closing as you tucked him in.

"you don't have to do this, you know," he spoke, eyes still shut. "i know." you smiled, taking a seat on the floor beside him to accompany him.

the quiet, peaceful atmosphere enveloped you quickly, the weariness from the past few hours began to settle in your own bones. and slowly, without realising, you drifted off into a light nap, head resting against the armrest of the couch where woozi laid.

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Hours passed, and the quiet morning unfolded around you. The soft sound of birds from the trees outside, and occasional shuffle of woozi's blanket were the only noises in the room.

At some point, woozi woke up to find the studio still dimly lit, but the light outside his window had seemed to turn brighter. you were no longer seated beside him on the floor. Instead, he saw you slumped against the couch, body curled slightly into a position that looked uncomfortable.

his heart softened at the sight.

it was clear that you hadn't even realised how tired you yourself had been, yet your selflessness had caused you to unknowingly fall asleep while taking care of him. This was always been something about you that made him appreciate you more than he could ever express.

Carefully, he reached over and gently moved a strand of hair away from your face. He didn't want to wake you; looking so peaceful, so comfortable for the first time in what felt like a long while.

But he still couldn’t let you sleep on the floor. Woozi was tired too, but he was much more aware of your well-being at that moment. His tired hands, still a bit shaky, carefully scooped you up into his arms.

you stirred slightly as he lifted you, but the movement wasn't enough to wake you up.

woozi carefully laid you down on the couch, making sure you were covered with the blanket. He gently tucked it around your body, his hands lingering for a moment before pulling away.

He paused, standing at the edge of the couch and looking down at you with a soft expression. “thank you, for all you do for me,” he whispered, although you couldn’t hear him.

woozi sat down beside her, resting his back against the arm of the couch. He leaned his head back, closing his eyes for a moment, letting the silence wash over him - and for the first time in what felt like forever, woozi found himself able to relax for the moment, knowing you were both at peace.

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끝

a/n i've been feeling super soft for woozi recently :(( enjoy!!

[maysileeewrites]

SotR spoilers!

So, after finishing SotR I can't help but want to give Haymitch a happy (or rather happier) ending.

I know this idea's completely self-indulgent, but I was thinking about him ending up in an arranged marriage with another District Twelve victor (rather basic idea, I know). But I want to do this in a way that honors his love for Lenore Dove, whilst still not disregarding his growing feelings for reader.

And so I'm imaging a slowburn, where he slowly and rather begrudgingly starts to let his walls down around reader, and slowly but surely starts to fall for her. She sees him for who he really is, really sees him and he slowly starts to tell her more and more about his past. But when reader gets pregnant, and maybe suggests the names Dove or Louella if it's a girl, he just completely shuts her out, because he hasn't told her about that particular part of his past yet. (Reader knows that he was in love once, but until that point, he wasn't willing to share more with her.)

Angsty shenanigans ensue, but in the end Haymitch ends up telling reader everything about Lenore Dove and what really happened to him, while also confessing his growing feelings for reader. Maybe a bit of fluff and smut, and then they're talking about names for their child again and reader once again suggests Dove, stressing that she knows how much Haymitch will always love Lenore Dove and how she'll always be an important part of him. Haymitch then confesses his love for reader (and maybe also has a vision of Lenore Dove that tell's him that it's alright, she just wants him to be happy.)

Idk, is this too cheesy, too corny?

(Also, I'm thinking about making reader like the younger sibling of Asterid or maybe a distant cousin or something, so that Haymitch will also get to reconcile with Burdock and Blair.)

So uh, would anyone be interested in reading that?? (also sorry for that incredibly long plot summary, I feel like I just made a trailer that already reveals everything that's going to happen 😭)

[zahri-melitor]

Finished my reread of Contagion. It still holds up in terms of emotions, even if the ‘how people behave in a disease outbreak’ is a bit shaky (Helena manages to be the only person to put on a face covering for the short in Batman Chronicles #4 – let’s all say thank you to Matt Haley for being the only sensible artist).

Beggar’s Feast remains as emotionally devastating as always; I hadn’t read it straight from Alfred treating Tim through to Tim feeling like he was waking up for a while, and so I had forgotten it starts with a fake out over Jack being told Tim is Robin. I hadn’t thought about the parallels here between what dream Jack says here to Tim compared to what Jack says to adult Tim in Sins of Youth to what Jack says to Tim in Willingham’s run and then Identity Crisis, because usually I’m focusing on the emotions around Janet. Completely heartbreaking how much Tim just wants to stop concealing things from those he loves, and have them tell him how proud they are.

Also this is very much a ‘Tim is everyone’s beloved and cared for little brother/son’ story, which is a nice change after Knightfall. Tim’s just running around allying up with everyone and anyone (oh look! Selina’s here! And JPV’s also here! Guess we’re working together!) and telling Alfred to hide it from Bruce, with the result Bruce frowns at Tim for like a microsecond over his ‘allies’ and goes ‘look here I found you Nightwing to team up with instead. Hang out with HIM’ and then Dick and Tim proceed to have fun running around Gotham together and then team up with Huntress. Also the bit where Tim gets to drive the earthmover with Bruce, Dick and Huntress riding in the shovel is hilarious. His tiny joyful face! And then he proceeds to get sick and keep falling off things and everyone worries about him, and then he goes out immediately after recovering and gets wobbly and falls asleep on a rooftop, where Selina finds him and STILL worries, even though she’s still like “I can’t be having with liking this kid. Oh no. He’s adorable.”

Never going to get over Alfred deliberately faking Dick out about Tim dying. It wasn't that funny, Alfred. Absolute asshole move. Dick spends far too much of this entire story making his "oh no! Tim!" face and looking devastated. He can't cope with this! That's his Robin!

It’s also hilariously funny to me how everyone’s busy ushering Tim away from JPV, while Jean-Paul’s nobly like “this is clearly my burden as the Order of St Dumas is involved” and then proceeds to be the failson we all know him to be. I will never get over the “JPV tears across the world with this recipe for a cure” bit that is immediately then squashed with “so Lilhy just…faxed it to Gotham and saved 10 hours or so”. Amazing. A++. I laugh every time. I do enjoy that Denny is so obsessed with making sure his blorbo is tortured by everything possible and just generally an absolute idiot.

I read it in my trade of Contagion this time, which I’m glad to have: interestingly the trade also has some of the Robin, Batman and Shadow of the Bat issues following Contagion before Legacy also collected in it, which I hadn’t realised – it means I own more of Robin 93 than I thought I did, even though there’s still a few issue gap between the end of my War of the Dragons trade (which finishes as #22) and my Contagion trade (which picks up at #27). Then Legacy Vol 1 covers the remainder of the Catwoman, ‘Tec and Robin lead ins into Legacy Vol 2 and Legacy proper. Which, I really wish I owned vol 2, but it has recently been changing hands on ebay for 100-200USD soooo….yeah. Still haven’t bought it. (There’s a copy that sold for 330USD/500AUD in February. Holy shit)

[nightwriter357]

Just Friends 15 - I love you too, Damien.

I just want to take a moment to say a massive thank you to everyone who’s read and supported this story. I truly appreciate you all so much, and I’m sorry it took me a bit to get this last part posted. Life has been a bit hectic lately, and my work doesn’t leave me with a lot of free time for writing.

But honestly, writing this story has been one of the coolest things I’ve ever done, and it’s been such a fun experience. I’m taking a bit of a break from writing for now, but don’t worry, I’ll still be here posting shitty memes and sharing stuff in the meantime until I find the time to dive back into writing.

Thank you again for your support. You all have been amazing, and I hope you enjoy this last part of the story and of course the video..

The room was dimly lit, the only glow coming from the streetlamp outside, casting soft shadows against Damien's bedroom walls. The sheets were warm, tangled around your legs, his body solid and close beside you. It had become a familiar feeling waking up next to him, but you still felt a sense of wonder, like this was exactly where you were meant to be.

A month had passed since you told everyone you were a couple, and everything felt so right now. No more sneaking around, no more wondering about what came next. This was it.

You couldn’t help but smile as you glanced at Damien, his face relaxed in peaceful sleep. It was hard to believe how much had changed in the past few months. It was a strange, beautiful feeling—being so sure, so happy.

Your fingers brushed against something on his nightstand. Squinting in the low light, you reached for it, pulling the thin strip toward you. It was the photostrip from your practice date—the one Damien had kept on his nightstand all this time, even before you’d gotten together. The one that felt so charged in the moment, yet now it seemed like a cute little piece of history.

Before you could bring it closer, Damien’s arm hooked around your waist, yanking you back into him.

"Hey, that's mine," he murmured, his voice low and teasing against your ear.

You huffed a laugh, feeling a little nostalgic. "What, this? It's just a wildly overpriced strip of awkwardly timed photos."

His breath tickled against your shoulder as he exhaled, his grip around you loosening just enough for you to twist slightly, meeting his gaze. His lips curved, but his voice was softer when he answered, "Funny. But it's a souvenir."

You raised you shoulder against his chin. "Of what? The best night of your life?"

He let out a quiet laugh, shaking his head. Then, with a smirk that didn't quite reach his eyes, he murmured, "More like the night you broke my heart."

Your breath caught slightly at that. You shifted onto your elbow, searching his face. "I broke your heart? When? How?"

Damien bit his lip, hesitating for half a second before speaking. "When we were on the Ferris wheel."

Your mind immediately flickered back to the fair—the lights, the crisp night air, the way you'd both leaned close in that tiny cart, the buzz of something more between you.

"Everything had been perfect," Damien continued, his voice quieter now. "You asked me what would make it the perfect date for me. And I said, 'a kiss.' And then you—" He scoffed, shaking his head as if the memory replayed in his mind. "You said, 'Well, that would make sense.'"

You frowned. "I don't—"

"And then," he cut in, raising an eyebrow, "you took just long enough of a pause for me to get my hopes up before finishing with, 'for a real date.'"

Your mouth parted slightly. Oh.

"Damien, I—" you started, but he just chuckled, shaking his head.

"Pfft. It wasn't even the first heartbreak you gave me."

Your stomach twisted, guilt and warmth tangled together. He was teasing, but the undercurrent of truth was there.

You turned fully now, pressing your palm against his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heartbeat beneath your fingertips. "Then why'd you keep trying?" you asked softly.

His expression flickered—like everything was flashing behind his eyes before he exhaled a laugh, running a hand through his hair.

"Because, unfortunately for me, I'm an optimist when it comes to you."

You tilted your head, studying him. "What was the first? The first heartbreak?"

Damien exhaled a quiet laugh, shaking his head as if debating whether to answer. But then, his fingers skimmed along your waist, absentmindedly tracing patterns against your skin.

"You really don't know?" His voice was quieter now.

You frowned slightly, running through every interaction, trying to pinpoint the moment.

He gave a small, wry smile, then finally said, "That night on the couch. When you asked if I thought you were someone's worst."

The memory came back in an instant—the way you'd curled up on the couch, feeling raw and exhausted, the way he had pulled you into his arms so easily, the warmth of his voice when he reassured you.

"You told me you wanted something just like this," he continued, voice even, but there was something heavier behind it. "Not this. Not me. Just... something like it."

Your lips parted slightly, but no words came out.

"That broke me," he admitted, eyes locked onto yours. "Because I was laying there, holding you, thinking—God, I want to be the one who makes this easy for you. But instead, you were looking past me. Wanting something like me, but not me."

His words settled between you, thick and undeniable.

You swallowed, heart pounding. "Damien, I—"

But he just let out a breathy chuckle, shaking his head. "It's stupid, I know. You weren't trying to hurt me. You didn't even know."

You reached out instinctively, fingers brushing against his jaw, guiding him to look at you. His breath hitched slightly at the contact.

"If I had known that what we have now was even possible—," you said softly.

"You'd want it?" His eyes flickered over your face, as if searching for something. 

You kissed him slowly, taking in the feeling of him, "Hell yeah, I'd want this."

Damien smirked at you, "When did you realize?"

You rested your head on his shoulder, "That's the hard part, it's like I realized it for the first time a bunch of times." You started counting on your fingers "

He let out a quiet chuckle. "Yeah?"

You lifted a hand, counting on your fingers. "One time was definitely outside the bar, when we kissed to make my ex jealous."

Damien scoffed. "You kissed me."

"Maybe," you admitted, tilting your head up to glance at him. "But you kissed more." Before he could interject you continued. "Then.. I couldn't stop thinking about that kiss, that's one time I realized."

His smirk softened slightly, but he stayed quiet, waiting for you to continue.

You held up a second finger, "Before our practice date, when I came out from my room and Shayne said I looked pretty and you said I definitely look!"

He raised his eyebrow, "I said you definitely look, what?"

You smirked, "you never finished the sentence actually, but it felt positive."

Damien looked at you with wide eyes, "I was stunned I think, I couldn't think of anything appropriate to say."

You met his gaze, "I just remember feeling all warm inside at the thought that you might think I looked pretty."

He let out a breath as he shook his head, "You thought I might think you're pretty? I've always known that you're beautiful. 

You smiled and tapped your next finger. "I also realized I liked you during our conversation in the car after you saw me naked."

Damien immediately snorted. "Very naked."

You shoved him lightly. "Shut up."

His grin lingered, but the moment shifted as you exhaled, your fingers absentmindedly picking at the sheet between you.

"But really," you murmured, "that car ride... that was a big one."

Damien's amusement softened. "Yeah?"

You nodded, your voice quieter now. "You probably didn't know it then, but I was kind of having a crisis in that moment."

His brows furrowed slightly. "Because of what I said?"

"Because of what you made me realize." You hesitated, trying to find the words. "I kept thinking that if I never took the risk—if I never even tried to be with you—then nothing had to change. I could just... keep you in my life, just like that, forever."

Damien's jaw tensed slightly, his thumb rubbing slow circles over your arm, waiting for you to continue.

"But that wasn't true," you admitted. "Because even if I didn't take that risk, I was still risking losing you. Either way, there was a chance I'd wake up one day and you'd be gone. And that scared the hell out of me."

His eyes flickered with something unreadable, like he was seeing the moment through a new lens.

"You never said any of that," he murmured.

You gave a breathy laugh, shaking your head. "I didn't even want to admit it to myself."

Damien exhaled, leaning his forehead against yours for a brief second before pulling back just enough to meet your gaze. "And now?"

You swallowed. "Now, there are so many things I need to say to you that I've just thought in my head and just felt like you knew. But you need to hear it and I need to say it. You are happiness to me. Like every positive feeling at once."

His lips quirked into a small smile. "Took you long enough."

You scoffed. "It wasn't that long. We could've gone full Ross and Rachel."

Damien raised an eyebrow. "So once again, you're saying we're just friends?"

You let out a laugh. "No. If anything, we're just... F.R.I.E.N.D.S."

His eyes narrowed in amusement. "You know I can't hear the dots, right?"

"Yeah," you grinned, nudging him playfully. "But I knew you'd know they were there."

 Damien shook his head, smirking as he pulled you closer. "You're such a pain." 

"And yet, here you are," you teased. 

Damien's smile softened, and for a brief moment, everything felt still. "Here I am," he murmured, pulling you even closer and kissing you again. "I love you."

You buried your head in his chest, a soft sigh escaping your lips. "I love you too, Damien."

[funpoire]

Twisted Wonderland on Magicam

Just a silly idea I got after reading this post and a conversation I had with my bro. This is just insta account that most schools have. This is a crack post it's probably occ but trust me this is just for the fun.

Magicam accounts for students who sleep in class:

This account was created a few years ago now. Most of the pictures are of students in history classes who fall asleep or even students trying to take a nap in the school garden. Some students sleep in very uncommon places. Each year they calculate how many pic of every student they got and make a terrible winner post with a collage image of the best picture. Of course since now 2 years the big winner is Silver Vanrouge. It starts to be a competition of who will take the most pictures of him sleeping. You might think Leona also got a lot of pic of him on this account but the only time his sleep picture got posted it got put down and froze the account for over a week.

A random NRC student commented

How is bro always sleeping? He is NOT passing this year fr 😭

He might be the victim of this account and would not even know that such an account existed till Lilia or Kalim told him.

Magicam account for crush in Twisted Wonderland:

The island is big enough to have that kind of account. Most of it is pretty boring. A lot of pictures of princes or famous people. But one time a person decided to send a message to the owner of the account so they could make a post:

Hey, I wanted to know if anyone knows this cute girl? I saw her when I was at the grocery shop.

The comment section would be between Ace and Deuce tagging Epel and being like "Yeah that's her I'm sure you are her type too" and Epel sending death threat in the comment. This would lead Epel to lose his Magicam account.

Magicam account for NRC crush:

Not because it's an all-boy school that means there is no crush account. Every college has one. Of course, the account is not very famous. The only dm the creator gets is Vil's fan saying that they love him. Till one day, some NPC decide to dm the creator and write this.

I know I don't know them a lot and we didn't interact a lot too but I think I might have a crush on the prefect. They are kind and strong and very inspiring person. All this overblot did not erase the beautiful smile they always had. I wish I wasn't that shy to really talk to them.

Some people in the comment talk about how it's cute and they should share magicam name. Some joke about the strange taste in people that guy must have. And of course, most of the first-year friend group is in the comment. All of them are here to troll and tag Yuu. If Yuu didn't see that post it would have meen they live under a rock.

random NRC student commented

Nah bro falling in love with the person's only house is an urbex

Wrap it up Ace we know it's you

Just saw Ace tweaking out. I don't know who you are but I hope you know how to hide.

Magicam account for NRC conffesion

Most of them are students who are here to troll or talk about the fact they did break a rule and never got punished for this. There is also some interesting dm that the owner of the account gets. To the point the confession account finish by being expose account of all the worst dm they got with the full @ account and there picture.

Confession NRC posted

I think when Azul was in his overblot or just merman form me fall in love for him. Can you put this in private ?

Hear me out on Malleus overblot. I know he was dying and sad but he was mostly hot. Can you not put this in anonymous?

Magicam accounts for dorm accounts.

This one is a total mess. Most of the posts finished by taking off the comment section because of how terrible people could have been under it. Most of them were trolling or shitting on other dorms.

random NRC student commented under a Diasomnia post

Since when do they have wifi in here?

This dorm is the crazy person in the bus I swear. Wdym the last time I heard some dude calling a third-year "dad" ?? Where are we ??

Can I eat in someone's dorm tonight? Lilia is cooking...

under a Scarabia post

I think you guys are acting too much like it's the perfect dorm when you all stayed in NRC during winter break

Under an Ignihyde post

We don't know maybe in this rule dorm people are forbidden to go out NPC respond Sometimes I feel like washing their ass also is part of the dorm rule...

Maybe if they want to know who will be the next dorm leader they need to fight on counter strike

under an NRC post

I think you guys are hyping too much this school when there is a dorm that looks like an Urbex ready to fall apart.

Magicam account for NRC gossip

This is probably the biggest NRC account. All the little things happening in NRC are posted. Rumors most of the time came from here. Some of the stories shared are funny, other conserning.

NRC gossip posted

On the 7 I just heard Ace talk with Yuu please someone buy him a seduction coach it's terrible to have negative rizz like this.

Just saw Yuu and Malleus together. I was trying to go back to my dorm with some food and stuff when I saw them. Bro has no instinct to survive. They were speaking so casually like it was normal to hang out with the prince of the fae ?? I think the first year needs to check on freak yuu in case

I don't know if i'm good with humour I be honest lol. I was talking about this with my bro some of this is my friend idea. Also in my flop area rn

[dark-lord-of-awesomeness]

Since you've published "Doppelganger," I've been thinking more and more about Jon's base. Are they still in contact? Are they close/siblings? Do they know Jon's a shapeshifter? Did they die tragically to kick off Jon's CW protagonist angst? Are they perhaps the surprise villain for the season 1 finale?

The possibilities are endless. I feel like seeing Shifty's relationship with his base could have both Marcy and Jon thinking about the similarities and differences between their relationships with their bases.

Although they might have different come to the conclusion that Shifty's base is another part of why he's a bit strange even for a shifter. I don't know if this is true but it seems like Shifty had multiple bases (his parents, Stan, Carla, Dan) since he was maturing at a faster rate until he synced up with Tate.

oho! Someone has finally asked me about my boy Jon Doe! He has a very tragic relationship with his base, as the protagonist of a grim supernatural drama series.

Jon Doe does not have a base, because his base is dead. He and his original family were in an accident while on vacation when he was a kid, where he received incredible head trauma and got amnesia, forgetting he was a shapeshifter at all. Everyone thought he wasn't going to make it, and no one could find out who he was. The only reason he wasn't discovered as a shapeshifter was because of some quick maneuvering of his mentor, who then abandoned him when they thought he was going to die.

Thats why his name is Jon Doe, it was what the nurses called him at the hospital and was put on all his paperwork. Except he didnt die, and so now thats what his name became when he got shuffled to an orphanage. His shift grew from him subconsciously watching all the children around him grow, giving him strange growth spurts and weird proportions until it evened out as an adult. He doesn't look how his base would have looked like as an adult, because his form changed to mimic a lot of people around him. It did mean he had no friends and everyone thinking he was creepy unfortunately. He was unintentionally the orphanages horror monster.

Thats also why he looked at Marcy to answer all of Shifty's shapeshifter related questions, because he straight up is also still learning the ins and out's of his culture. The grim dark drama started when he entered college, after finally escaping his sad life as an orphan and finally striking out on his own, only to stumble into the horrors of the supernatural and learning he has weird abilities. Marcy is actually technically his mentor, even though he's an adult, because she's the one who finally told him he wasnt human and then had to deal with his whole panic attack from it, making him her responsibility.

Shifty and Tate's relationship definitely make Marcy think about her and Darcy's relationship. They used to be close until college, where Darcy went onto higher education while Marcy went to shapeshifter boot camp (similar to Stan's with Maurice in Doppelganger). When she finished her boot camp and came to check up on her base (not because she cares or anything, just to make sure no one snatched her) she found Jon and thought he was trying to kidnap her not twin. Then it was revealed that Marcy wasnt human, and her and Darcy had an angsty fight about how real their relationship was.

The 'arcy's both want the kind of relationship Shifty and Tate have, which is the kind Darcy thought they had as kids and the one Marcy pretended to have (and secretly was real to her), except they're from a grim dark drama, so obviously theres loads of miscommunication and angsty reasons why they cant.

You're also correct in that Tate just makes Marcy ask more questions. Because he's very obviously Shifty's base, since they're the same age, except Shifty doesnt look like Tate. Because Tate is not his only base. Technically Shifty's original base is a coffee cup, except that didn't work out long term lol, so it switched to Ford, leading to his fast growth. It only started slowing down when Stan showed him the TV, and he started mimicing all the kids and puppets he saw, then finally Tate, since Tate was someone Shifty could physically interact with. By Shapeshifter standards, he was copying all the adults around him as he grew, so they all count as his base, which explains his mixed look.

[writing-whump]

Wolves in the garden

Isaiah and Matt have a talk. Lots of existential angst and concerns about the future.

"Okay, so what are we doing here?" Matt said, rocking on the balls of his feet.

Isaiah huffed softly next to him. It was a beautiful day and early enough that the streets weren't crowded.

The park he chose had wide gardens and lot of monuments, so there were corners to hide behind. The row of young trees honoring names of couples, parents and loved ones was just ahead. He liked that place.

"Is there going to be some kind of pack struggle? You want me to back you up?" Matthew craned his neck, as if something truly surprising could manifest without him hearing it first.

Isaiah just smiled to himself and kept walking.

"Come on! The anticipation is killing me," Matt whined, the wind blowing through his dark red bangs.

Isaiah wasn't really sure who he wanted to calm with the place. Or if he shouldn't have chosen the Donaukanal instead, cause the river offered a longer promenade. And more greenery and open space. That felt good to shadows.

"I want to talk to you about something important," Isaiah said, stopping by a decorated bench in the sunlight, but not sitting on it.

Matthew eyed him wearily. "Jesus, okay. So no fun today."

Isaiah turned to look towards the center of the park instead of the ornamented fence separating them from the street. "How have you been feeling about the recent developments? The Executioner stuff, the...the events, the wolves?"

Matthew frowned. "It's alright, I guess. If you want to do it, then it's fine."

"Well, that's just the thing." Isaiah straightened, pulling his hands out of the pockets of his coat. "It's what I want to do. You are just going with it."

He felt more than saw Matthew looking up sharply at that through his peripheral vision. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"I'm saying that I don't really get the impression you are going after anything. You are finishing school, you come to the events, you go with us on trips—you accept any decision me or Seline make."

"I'm just being supportive. What's wrong with that?"

"It's not wrong," Isaiah said with a sigh. "I just want to make sure it's really all you want to be doing. Seline is gonna finish her MA and go after a PhD. I'm...taking up this Executioner bussiness, whatever form it might take in the future. Rip is getting involved as my eyes and ears in the city."

Matthew had a deep scowl on his face now, which Isaiah took as a sign his second knew where this was going.

Isaiah kicked a gravel off the sidewalk. He wasn't all that sure he had the right to do this. His packmates weren't his subordinates and Matthew wasn't his younger brother he could scold and ask about life directions.

He felt a similar responsibility and protectivness though. A friend might just wait for Matthew to bring it up himself, but he had been waiting long enough for a reaction or a protest or some kind of hint.

It was kinda important to know Matthew's stance in the financial matters. Matthew studied economy and liked it, as if he wanted to make money with it. Which he could.

But he also could just stay involved with the pack interests and influence, which would make it entirely alright to be financed from it too. A pack leader was responsible for making his pack comfortable, securing their life. And they answered to him for that.

Was that a dynamic he and Matthew wanted to have though? Seline was very clear about her no before Isaiah even explained how it worked.

Isaiah was a little scared to drop the word "money" around Matt without him freaking out.

Which was ridiculous, cause Isaiah was fine with financing him—Matt and Seline both and Dylan and Rip. They were in his pack, it would be hide pride and honor to take care of them. They were already putting up with his weird burdersome Executioner activities. He had enough of his inheritance to found a pack properly.

"Look, if you are asking if I'll be able to carry my part, I'll figure something out. I have been looking into trading for a while now, actually. There is potential in that."

Isaiah nodded to himself. That was online and safe, but also stressful and unpredictable. Risky fit.

"You don't have to," Isaiah said, almost soundless.

The wind picked up, the trees rustling above their heads.

Matthew growled at him at that. "Of course I have to. I'm not gonna be leeching off of you like some damn parasite."

"If you take active role in the pack dealings, you won't need a job. That's how it works for Rip." Why was Isaiah surrounded by people who didn't want to take his money?

Matthew's eyebrows formed one wavy line on his forehead. "I can step up my game for that, but I can also-"

"You can also," Isaiah agreed. "Rip can't. He doesn't have anything else he can do in the human world. I don't know how comfortable you are with it, but you have that chance. A legitimate option for you." Isaiah turned to face Matthew properly. "I don't want to take it away from you by soaking you up in pack politics you don't even like. I'm not saying you wouldn't be useful, you can have a valid role there. But is it what you want?"

Matthew broke the eye contact first, looking back at the garden. 10 from 10 for greenery then.

"I don't have a problem with this, Matt, don't misunderstand me," Isaiah said, sitting down gingerly on the bench, leaving Matt some space. "I'm fine with either way. I can afford you. You can stay as a friend, as a wolf, as whatever job you find. You are part of the pack, whatever you want to do. You don't have to do anything at all if you don't-"

Matt scoffed at him at that, folding his arms on his chest in an offended grimace.

Isaiah winced with an awkward smile. "I'm really bad at this."

Matthew shook his head, deflating a little at the admission. "You don't want to tell me what to do, but you want me to choose something."

"As a pack leader I need to know how to best support you. As a friend..."

Matthew raised an eyebrow for him to continue.

Isaiah cleared his throat. "As a friend, I think you are stagnating. Frozen."

"Wait a minute-"

"You don't have dreams or wishes of your own. You support us and you go along with everything I do or Seline wants or Rip needs or Dylan asks. And I don't know, if this is because you are simply still looking or if you don't need a grant mission in life and that's fine...or if you are afraid, cause your shadow is finally stable and you don't want to upset it by daring to want something for yourself."

They were quiet for a long while, avoiding looking at each other.

The bench creaked under Matthew's wait as he sat down next to Isaiah. The red wolf took a deep breath. "Okay, fair. I just...the only thing I'm good at has been fighting-"

"That's not true-"

"Let me finish. I have been good at it and I like it and it suits my shadow. So I thought you would have a use for it. Cause your fights would have been meaningful." He smiled unhappily. "My shadow just wants to fight, it really doesn't matter with whom or for what."

"There is nothing wrong with sparring and exercise and a sense of achievement in a skill."

Matthew gave him a side-way glare, then continued. "The thing is, your job isn't about fighting, is it? You are more of a peacemaker. Not that I understand all the details, but you use diplomacy more than fights."

It was Isaiah's turn to tense up, muscles locking up painfully with a sharp intake of breath.

"It works because you are the strongest. They know you could and that's why you don't have to. Honestly, it's crazy cool," Matt said with a real grin this time.

Isaiah let out a long sigh, leaning back against the bench. The sky above was clear and intensely blue.

"But you don't need me for that, which leaves me a bit lost," Matthew finished, leaning forward above his feet to look at his shadow. It was wiggling under their feet like a stressed out cat.

Isaiah put a hand on Matthew's shoulder. "You have time to figure it out. I just don't want you to hold yourself back out of fear." He glanced down at the upset shadow. "If you could have anything without a concern for it, what would it be? What would you want to do?"

"The last thing I remember wanting wasn't grant," Matthew said, sounding defeated. "But I still can't have it."

"Shadows don't handle loss well. We carry it with us at all times," Isaiah said. "That's why I have a suggestion."

"Oh?"

"The problems with your shadow started in your teens because of your family. I think that going back to the roots of the problem, facing it, resolving it...could bring you the kind of peace in your shadow you currently lack."

Matthew's frown was back on. "You don't mean..."

"It's just a suggestion. An option," Isaiah underlined. "An opportunity. You don't have to take it. It's entirely up to you."

"Spit it out," Matthew said through his teeth, brown eyes so focused Isaiah was expecting them to ignite.

"There is a way to meet your sisters. Are you interested?"