#but the cosy..... so persuasive.............

[b-blushes]

staff please let me have polls i need to ask my friends important questions such as "when you wear a thermal, is it all you can think about and is it at risk of derailing your entire day, or are you normal" :P

[gilverrwrites]

Dick being a bit of a perv towards Tim’s friend…you and Tim obviously have crushes on another, but Dick subtly convinces you that it’s unrequited, that Tim is turned off by how naive you clearly are…unless you want Dick to teach you some things, he’s be more than happy to *do it*…of course his hands are already creeping down your pants as he says this.

What?! Anon you're crazy. Dickie would never ever do something like this! Anyway... Warnings: Coercion, manipulation, choking, slut shaming, implied age gap Virgin!Reader.

The very first time he met you; Dick made it his mission to ensure he was your favourite member of the family. He’s often the first to invite you to events. He’s always cutting in at galas, much to Tim’s chagrin, and telling you how great you look. Not just the fancy stuff either, he showers you with compliments all the time. He just loves your cosy hoodie, and did you get a haircut? It looks great.

Sometimes he’ll make a show of staring at you, all starry-eyed as he says shit like “Wow. You really are just sooo beautiful. Tim’s a lucky guy.” Knowing full well Tim and you are not an item.

“If only I’d got there first.” Knowing that his comments will almost certainly embarrass Tim.

“What did Tim do to deserve you, anyway?” That the embarrassment is liable to make Tim push you away a little bit.

But it’s not all flirtation. Dick also asks about your life, your friends and family. He learns about your hobbies, and watches your favourite films so he can talk to you about them. He's always offering advice, warranted or not. He just wants to be ‘the best soon-to-be brother-in-law’, you know?

So, he's unsurprised and elated when you call him one night, on the brink of tears after seeing Tim on what looked like a date with someone else. “I feel so weird calling you since you're brothers but you're the only one who knows us both.”

“No, no, no. Don't ever feel like you can't talk to me. You can always come to me for anything! Why don't I come over?”

Half an hour later he's on your couch, listening to you lament about your hopeless crush on Tim. He pats your shoulders, and rubs your back throughout, subtly getting closer and closer until you're all but sat in his lap with his hand dangerously high up your thigh.

“Listen, Tim is my brother, and I love him, I do. And I don't believe in slut shaming, that's not what this is, but he does get around. A lot.” He catches a stray tear with his thumb. You don't move when he lingers, so he keeps shooting, caressing your cheek until he reaches your lips where he grazes their softness far longer than is appropriate. His cock is rock hard from cradling you, there's no way you haven't noticed it digging into your asscheek. You can't be that dumb? “I shouldn't say this, it’s not my place but you deserve to know. He’s a cheater. He's cheated in almost every relationship he's been in. I think he gets bored… Sexually.”

He hadn’t thought you could look any sadder, but you managed it. He almost feels bad. Almost.

“You should be fine though. You know what you're doing, right? No? That's crazy, you're so lovely.”

It takes a little persuasion, but it's cursory more than anything.

“Tim doesn't need to know; it’ll be our little secret.” He promises as he slides his fingers under your waistband.

That night he makes it all about you. He practically spoils you, never using anything but his hands and mouth to make you melt for him, over and over. It takes all his resolve not to kiss you stupid, only because you make such captivating sounds. Such moreish whimpers and moans. For his ears only.

He’s the worst brother in the world.

But that doesn’t stop him from calling you every chance he gets.

He knows he’s going to hell when he’s filled with a sick sense of pride, after dropping you off for a coffee date with Tim, having cum all over your tongue only moments earlier and driven you there with his hand practically lodged between your legs.

Sometimes he fantasises about sucking his name into your chest. Just so Tim will know exactly where you've been if he ever has the balls to close the deal.

But the veneer can only last so long, and you unknowingly chip away at it, bit by bit every time you say Tim’s name. “Do you think Tim would like this?” “I can't believe I'm asking but do you know if Tim…” “Oh, I can’t tonight, Tim and I…”

It finally shatters the first time he fucks you though. You take it so well, slowly letting him stretch out your tight, virgin hole. He barely even has to coach you through it, just a few sweet words of praise, his fingers brushing you in all the right places and your bouncing on his cock like it was made for you.

But then you go and spoil it. He barely even remembers what you said exactly. “Something, something, Tim.” and he's seeing red.

The next thing out of your mouth is a startled gasp as he fixes his hand around your throat and squeezes, pulling you close and pushing his length so deep inside that your eyes roll back as he spits; “Tim doesn't want you.”

You're like a deer in the headlights, wide-eyed and confused but still moaning like a slut as he ruts up into you. “He did, but do you really think he'd ever touch you now? When he finds out you've been hanging off his big brother's dick? Should of taken photos so he can see how bad you wanted it.”

“But- but you said-”

“I know what I said.” You look the most aggrieved when he cuts you off. Never in a million years did you think golden boy Dick Grayson would be so callous. “And you bought it all. God- you’re too easy.”

He trails off for a moment, getting lost in how fucking good you feel, walls tight and twitching around him, milking him a little bit more every time he pinches your throat or bites out another nasty comment. All this time he’s been so nice to you; he should have known you’d like him mean.   

“Fucking shit~ I was never gonna let Tim have you. You were mine the moment you walked into the manor.”

━ [Continuation]

[whore4abby]

christmas headcannons; abby anderson

+ some bonus insta posts

warnings; tiny mentions of smut - strap-on mention, mdni

౨ৎ takes you to the local christmas markets every year - holding hands as you pass by the christmas stalls which are all aglow with twinkling fairy lights, breath visible in the cold air but you’re both cosy and bundled up in thick jackets to keep warm in the icy weather.

౨ৎ would notice you staring at a snow globe or something and immediately have her hand in her pocket to fetch her wallet and buy it for you without even thinking twice about it.

౨ৎ buys you the BEST gifts. spends months slyly asking you questions trying to get an insight into what you’ll be wanting as gifts.

౨ৎ not the best gift wrapper her big hands make it hard :( but she tries her absolute best. ends up using absurd amounts of tape to keep the paper in place, ultimately making it look like it was wrapped up by a small child.

౨ৎ insists that she hates the matching thermal pjs you buy for the both of you, sulking in protest when you suggest the idea but after much persuasion, she finally caves, willing to do anything to make you happy.

౨ৎ loves to decorate the christmas tree with you but she takes it soooo seriously, she never half-asses it and is always groaning at you that you’ve hung everything in the wrong place. always lets you put the star on the top of the tree though, hoisting you up into the air effortlessly, smiling as she watches you gently place the glittering star onto the tree.

౨ৎ so good at snowball fights but she sometimes forgets her own strength. pummelling the icy snow at you a little too hard which results in knocking you off your feet and back into a pile of freshly fallen snow. she attempts to stifle her laugh as she scoops you up, pressing warm kisses against your frozen cheeks apoligetically.

౨ৎ abby loves to wake up before you on christmas morning in the the early hours to enjoy a cup of coffee, watching as the snow falls outside of your bedroom window, caressing your back softly as you sleep. finishing her drink just as you start to wake up which leads to groping each other through your thermal pjs, sleepily grinding against eachother.

౨ৎ abby adores ending the night by watching endless christmas movies, wrapped up in blankets and surrounded by your favourite snacks and drinking hot chocolate whilst using you as her personal heater. the two of you sharing sticky marshmallow coated kisses as you giggle and press yourself closer to her.

౨ৎ the night ends with the hot chocolate and christmas movies long forgotten as abby has you ride her strap, her big hands gripping at your hips and bouncing you up and down on top of her.

[m-ayo-o]

she always smiled and spouted pretty ideals

Megumi Fushiguro x female reader you meet Megumi (25+ y/o) who you'll soon be working with. he was allowed to grow up; getting taller and more tired, inheriting some of his father's more charming traits the accumulation of those little despairs is what makes a person an adult 18+ content, includes sexual tension / injury / caring / soft dom / oral / sex / spanking / choking / hair pulling / biting / bondage mention smut starts: part 6/7 // 15k

[needs updating very badly. is my first fic sorry]

7 bonus chapters [here] // smut starts: part 4 // 9.3k

1: crush

Your persuasive and friendly manager has succeeded in dragging you out of your warm, cosy room to join him and your new colleagues for a drink this evening. You head to the bar he mentioned to meet your work mates for the first time.

Recognising Gojo straight away, you head for his tall figure as he turns to greet you, waving enthusiastically. He buys you a drink and turns to the others who have been chatting next to you two. “Everybody! This is our new grade two sorcerer who will be joining us on Monday!”

You stand next to your manager, looking so small in comparison, wave a “hello” to your colleagues and introduce yourself to the group, feeling a little shy and overwhelmed.

The first to respond is a fairly tall, broad shouldered man with ruffled pink hair. “I’m Yuji Itadori! It’s so nice to meet you!” He forgoes formality, outstretching his arms to embrace you in a warm hug.

Yuji barely hugs you for a couple of seconds until a young woman with short red hair pulls him off you and shouts, “Don’t mind this lightweight! I’m Nobara Kugisaki. It’s a pleasure to meet another talented female sorcerer.”

She seems quite intimidating and shakes your hand firmly with a serious look in her eyes. Her expression shifts, smiling as she starts quizzing you with personal questions.

While you and Nobara continue chatting, Gojo grabs a dark haired man by the arm and physically drags him over. “This is Megumi Fushiguro!” Gojo shoves him forward, interrupting your conversation, “He’s rude and will not introduce himself. So here he is!” He proclaims with a big grin.

You stop mid sentence and look up at the tall man who has been pushed right in front of you, nearly touching. He’s looking down at you from around 6”2 you would presume, and you’re looking up, straining your neck from how close he is.

As your gaze travels up his chest, neck and finally to his stoic face, you make eye contact, feeling timid under his intense gaze. You squirm as he looks down at you, your heart fluttering as your cheeks flush a pretty pink.

Before you space out completely, Gojo releases his grip on the younger man and he steps back slightly.

“I’m Megumi. Sorry about him.” His voice is low, cutting through the obtrusive bar noise.

This brings you back down to Earth as you edge away, regaining your personal space. “It’s ok. Nice to meet you. I'm y/n” you manage to look up at him with a little smile.

Megumi's features are delicate, almost pretty, contrasting with his stern expression, his eyebrows furrowed in annoyance at Gojo. Pure black hair hangs over his pale skin, spikes falling past his dark, mysterious eyes. He looks muscular under his well-fitting black shirt and trousers and you can't help but stare.

In an attempt to break your gaze and try to be friendly, you ask, “Is he always like this?” gesturing to Gojo. Megumi just rolls his eyes and sighs, “Yes, you’ll have to get used to him I’m afraid.”

The others chime in with possibly made up stories about Gojo as he attempts to defend himself and plead with you that he’s not a bad guy. Megumi doesn’t seem so angry anymore and joins in with ridiculing your new manager.

“He’s not that bad, is he?” You try to help Gojo out, but Megumi looks back at you with a smirk, “Oh, he’s the worst.” You get butterflies in your stomach as he looks at you with his deep blue eyes.

2: drinks

You move from the bar into a booth and get cosy with your new colleagues. Yuji and Nobara jump in one side as they're slurping their cocktail together. Gojo slides in on the other side and Megumi gestures for you to sit down before him.

You squeeze in next to Gojo and Megumi sits right next to you on the end, his shoulder brushing against yours.

You don't mind being so close to Gojo as you know him fairly well now; he makes you feel comfortable, even if he is incredibly flirty.

He wraps a strong arm around you and brings you into a close side hug, welcoming you into his team again and expressing his excitement. You hug him back, smiling contently. After some chit chat and curious questions, Gojo declares that you all must play a drinking game.

During the evening you ask to pause the game so you can use the bathroom. You turn to Megumi, wanting to exit the booth, the dark haired man returning a funny expression.

“Please can I get past?” You ask nicely. “Sure,” Megumi returns a smirk, sitting up and gesturing to the small gap between his spread legs and the booth table.

You stand up, pausing for a second, ensuring that he's really not going to stand up. Fine, have it your way.

He looks up at you expectantly. As you attempt to squeeze past Megumi's long legs your ass feels dangerously close to his body. You're squishing your plush thighs up to the table as much as possible and you almost trip over his feet below. You feel his eyes all over you in your tight skirt.

From Megumi's point of view this is a very simple way of getting what he wants. And, right now, Megumi would quite like to see your pretty face blushing again.

His confidence has grown a little over the years after numerous sexual experiences, drinking, and flirting. He worries that he might be taking after his dad. He knows this method isn’t charming or smart, but he just needs to get closer to you.

Megumi is shamelessly checking you out as you squeeze between him and the table, his imagination taking him to rather sinful places.

His self restraint is put to the test as your ass inches past him. He has to grip onto his thighs to resist the urge to touch you, taking his lip between his teeth so he doesn't run his mouth.

You're surprised your fat ass juicy, round ass got through that little gap. You managed, albeit a few degrees hotter, presuming the pink glow has returned to your cheeks as you make a pouty annoyed face at Megumi.

This is confirmed in the bathroom mirror as you wash your hands, sighing and running your fingers through your hair.

It’s not his fault he’s winding you up so much. You can't blame the man for looking the way he does.

You just wish your reactions were a little less obvious. You're a useless liar with a terrible poker face. You can't hide anything.

You head back out to your colleagues and Megumi has moved in closer to Gojo. You take this opportunity to sit down on the end of the booth on Megumi’s right.

“Oh, well that’s no fun,” he leans in, murmuring with a mocking disappointed tone. Goosebumps prickle down your neck, his calm voice trickling into your ear.

Now you realise he’s not just drinking cola. The distinct sweet smell of rum lingers on his hot breath. His lips are so close to your skin for a brief instant until he pulls away.

3: home

Your evening out is coming to a close as everybody’s finishing their drinks and figuring out their way home. This is when it comes to light that you and Megumi actually live in the same apartment block. It’s kind of embarrassing that you hadn’t met him yet, showing exactly how social you are. He brushes it off, joking that you don’t get up early enough to see him anyway, and books a ride home for you both.

The others head off, Yuji and Nobara sharing a ride and Gojo stumbling to the nearest train station.

You and Megumi only have to wait a few minutes for your driver. You jump in and open the window, enjoying the peaceful journey. No commuters, no busy train. You relax and sigh happily with the cool air swirling through the car.

Until you notice Megumi shivering, trying to wrap up warmer in his jacket. Damn, now you feel so inconsiderate.

You quickly close the window and reach over to Megumi, offering him your hand. He looks at you skeptically, but reaches out his hand in return. His eyes widen as he comes into contact with your small hand. The heat coming from you is incredible. “How…” he trails off. 

He just takes his other icy hand from his pocket and clasps yours tightly.

You turn to him and place your other hand over his… as well as you can anyway. His hands are much larger and you’re having trouble covering his cold, pale skin. He seems to enjoy this contact as he sighs in content while looking at your small hands, “Thank you.” You just give him a sweet smile then look away, apologising for making it so cold.

Megumi looks into his lap, “About earlier…” he starts, “I’m sorry for making you climb over me in the booth like that. It was such a cheap move.” 

He knows it was a little disrespectful, staring at you like that and forcing you to squeeze past him. He slightly regretted his method, but he couldn't resist trying to get closer to you in that tight skirt.

You just laugh it off as if you weren’t really phased. “And I didn’t realise you were drinking spirits all evening… I would’ve been on the floor…” you trail off with giggles.

He laughs with you now, admitting that he is a little drunk and he doesn’t usually drink like that. “I was kind of nervous about meeting a new colleague, a new Jujutsu sorcerer.”

You nod in understanding. “We’re quite rare so our circle is tight. When there’s a newbie I can’t help but feel apprehensive. And the way Gojo described you was…” he trails off, looking up at your face from your interlocked hands.  

“He just said that you’re a really nice person,” telling a white lie, as Gojo had actually gone into far more detail. “Well, I hope I live up to his description!” You reply, wondering what your manager told him.

You arrive home and Megumi punches in the code, opening the door for you. You step in and climb the stairs, explaining that you live on the third floor at number nine if he needs anything. He lives on the second floor at number seven and he reciprocates your offer.

Before Megumi enters his apartment he awkwardly asks if he can warm up his hands a little more, “If you wouldn’t mind, your hands are just so warm and I–” he’s interrupted as you go the extra mile and wrap your arms around his shoulders in a hug. You’re not sure if Megumi is a hugger, but he's being so sweet and shy, asking to hold your hands.

Perhaps he’s not used to this as he seems a bit uncomfortable. You start to pull away a little, feeling silly, but you feel his hands slowly making their way up to your slim waist, snaking around your back and pulling you closer. 

Your jacket is in your bag and your white vest is low cut at the back. Megumi finds your soft, warm skin with his freezing hands. He strokes your back gently with his long fingers and lets out a sigh. 

You feel relieved, his touch cooling you down. But you can't help your head from spinning now Megumi has his hands all over you.

Your head rests gently on his chest as you tiptoe to reach your arms around his shoulders. Megumi can feel heat spreading all over him. He can’t get enough. 

He pulls you closer, lets out another big sigh and pushes his head down towards your neck to feel your warm skin on his face. You ask if he’s ok and he replies, mumbling into your neck, “Mm hmm, feels so nice. How can you be so warm…” he pulls away a few inches, looking you up and down, “...wearing this?” 

You notice a light pink blush on his high cheekbones, his dark eyes travelling down past your tight top, your waist and skirt.

You shrug, “I just run hot, I guess.” You give him a smile and start to pull away, finally letting go of his cold hands.

You say goodnight to your new colleague, letting him enter his cosy apartment as you head up to yours. You feel his eyes on you as you climb the stairs, waiting until you’re out of view to close the door.

4: test

On Monday Gojo explains that he wants to test your abilities, so you agree to meet him at the training grounds. You find your way, surprised to see Megumi waiting alongside your manager.

“Your opponent for today…” he gestures to Megumi, “don’t hold back, ok?” He grins and steps away. 

You sigh, already knowing this isn’t going to end well. Regardless, you try your best and go all out, attempting to channel your unskilled, unrefined power towards the dark haired man who, to be honest, you quite like.

As predicted, Megumi easily counters, using a simple wooden training sword, summoning a massive bird to attack and defend.

The test is very short lived as you realise you’ve expended a lot of power in one go, feeling light headed and dizzy as Megumi traps you, his sword around your neck.

As your head spins your legs begin to tremble. “Uh, Gojo?” Megumi sounds concerned but your manager has disappeared. “That asshole,” he mutters.

He scoops you off your feet just before your legs buckle from beneath you, your vision fading. He takes you inside, gently placing you on a sofa as you manage to whimper, “I'm so sorry… not used to-” Megumi silences you, shaking his head, “Don’t worry. Rest.”

As your disoriented, confused brain regains consciousness you see Megumi still sitting next to you, reading. He lowers his book, his dark blue eyes shifting in your direction. “Good afternoon,” he says softly.

“What time is it?” You ask with a sleepy, croaky voice. “Twelve thirty.” You groan, feeling embarrassed that you passed out in front of your colleague on your first day of work. You groan again, exerting yourself in an attempt to sit up.

“Please lay down.” Megumi pushes you slowly back onto the sofa. “Ieiri, the resident doctor, visited and is concerned that you've depleted your cursed energy.” 

He stops and looks at you with a worried expression. “You really went for it, didn't you?” You look up at Megumi with bleary eyes and nod, “Gojo told me not to hold back so he could assess my ability, but…” you trail off and look down, “I can't believe I ended up like this, from one fight…” you stare into space in disbelief.

Megumi raises an eyebrow and sits back in his chair, "Did you really think you could fight me in the same way you take down curses?" He asks with a slight cocky tone. "Depending on your opponent you need to alter your combat style." He explains. "The same technique won't work in each battle."

You have a puzzled look on your face as building your energy, channelling it and firing at any opponent has worked so far. And to be honest, it's all you've known as you've had little guidance with your abilities.

He continues, looking down at you lying on the sofa, "Your close range combat needs a lot of work. You couldn't even defend yourself against me, let alone strike back. And as for your cursed technique… it's hard to call it a technique when you're just firing off pure cursed energy and hoping for the best."

As you stare up at Megumi who is currently picking apart your failures as a sorcerer one by one, you can feel heat start to surge around your body and to the surface of your skin. You feel a red blush forming on your cheeks. Megumi catches himself before he continues lecturing you, “Uh, but your raw power is impressive.”

He realises he was too hard on you. He rubs the back of his neck and looks down at his knees. "I'm sorry, I just wanted to-"

"It-it's ok. Somebody needs to tell me," you interrupt.

"Ok but I don't want you to take it-"

"Megumi."

"-personally."

Your voice silences him again. In the brief pause you feel a pang of hunger, then a terrible rumble.

Was it your stomach? You think so.

He looks down at your belly, where you're sitting below him, making you feel suddenly self conscious.

He offers you his hand, coaxing you to reach out to him.

He watches you struggle to get up, a smirk on his face and a mean glint in his deep blues.

"You need a little help?"

You're in the middle of shaking your head when you feel his arm slip under your legs, his other round your shoulder.

"Come on. I'll carry you to lunch."

You look up at him in shock for a moment, not knowing what to do.

"I can walk." Your expression turns incredulous.

He holds you tight, ignoring your attitude and how you thump his chest to put you down.

"You couldn't even get up, just chill out."

But you continue, claiming that people will see you and that you're going to die of embarrassment.

"Tch- just be glad my Shikigami aren't carrying you." He quips, striding along to the lunch room.

You sigh with defeat, bowing your head into his chest to at least hide your face.

"See, knew you'd prefer it with me."

You enter the lunch room while holding onto Megumi's arm, trying not to grip too tightly or fall over. You're concentrating so hard on staying upright that you don't notice your colleagues lifting their heads as you enter. 

Megumi glares, silencing them before they get a chance to open their mouths.

Apart from Gojo, who ignores Megumi's glaring and shouts your name, “Glad you could join us! Come and eat!” So Megumi guides you to sit with your manager and another man you don't recognise. 

“This is Nanami Kento! Businessman turned Jujutsu Sorcerer!” At this Gojo receives a huff from Nanami, “I told you to stop introducing me like that.”

You say hello and Megumi gets up to grab some food as you slowly start standing to join him.

You're halfway through getting up when you feel a cool hand on your bare shoulder. “Uh, don't worry. I'll get you something,” Megumi almost mumbles, while gently pushing you back down onto your chair.

As Megumi walks across to the cafeteria Gojo blurts out, “Why won't Megumi wait on me like that??” He asks in a whine. 

Nanami raises an eyebrow at Gojo, looks at him from the side and mutters, “Probably because you're not a young female sorcerer who he's just beat up.”

You enjoy lunch and have a restful afternoon, your first day complete.

5: comfort

It’s finally Friday. As you’re sitting on the train, staring out of the window into the dark night you let out a sigh of relief. You stroll home to your apartment block, recognising a familiar spiky haired figure standing by the door, just about to enter.

Oh, he must've been on the same train and arrived back before me. You catch up and greet your colleague, “Hey, Megumi! Can you hold the door please?”

As he turns round to face you you realise that his uniform is all messed up and ripped. He's all cut up and bleeding.

You gasp, “Megumi! What happened to you?” You instinctively reach over to him, gently inspecting his wounds. 

“Ah, yeah. I got a bit beat up today.” He mumbles. 

“Do you need any help?” You worriedly ask as you open the door, ushering him inside. “Is there anything you need? What about some dinner? I'm not an awful cook!” 

You’re panicking slightly. “It's really not that bad,” he gives you a little smile, “but some food would be nice.” You feel relieved that Megumi will let you help him in some way.

You stop on the second floor and follow Megumi to number seven, entering his clean and organised apartment. “Wow, so different to mine…” you whisper as you enter, taking off your shoes to reveal cute white socks. 

Megumi welcomes you into his home and starts to take off his jacket. He winces in pain, the fabric sticking to his skin and pulling on the cuts. 

You hurriedly put your bag down to help him. 

“Just relax,” you say calmly as you help him slowly peel off his jacket. Underneath he's wearing a plain black t-shirt. You can see scratches and cuts on his arms and chest, blood soaking the material.

“Let's get you cleaned up,” you say softly. You really want to help Megumi and repay him for everything he’s done for you during your first week at the academy.

You carefully take his hand in yours and guide him to the bathroom, presuming that his apartment has the same layout as yours. It does. You open the door and sit him down on the side of the bath. “Please let me help you,” you say quietly, almost whispering. 

He nods, starting to pull off his shirt. You can't help but stare as Megumi lifts his shirt over his firm abs, chest, and strong shoulders. He winces as he pulls it over his head, his hair getting ruffled. 

“Let me get a cloth and some warm water.” You run the water and Megumi points to the small cupboard.

“You don't have to do this.” He looks up at you from the tub. “Please, I just want to help.” You reply quietly, soaking a small towel in the warm water. He sighs, too tired to reply “Mm.”

You diligently wash Megumi's arms first, then start working on his chest. It's getting so hot in the small bathroom. You occasionally look up at Megumi to see his hazy eyes following your gentle movements. 

You can feel his breath on your skin and you’re getting flustered from running your hands over his muscular arms and body.

Megumi tries to refrain from wincing, not wanting to deter you as you're doing such a great job. Your caring, warm hands gliding over his skin, feeling so tender and soft. He really doesn’t want you to stop.

You gently pat him dry and start applying some numbing antiseptic cream from the first aid kit you found, then finish by bandaging over the cuts. Megumi sighs as you relinquish him from your touch.

“Thank you, that felt so much better than when I do it myself.” He looks over to you as you're packing up the first aid kit, thinking about how often he has to do this. 

He reaches over and gently pulls you to him, positioning you between his legs as he's sat on the bath. You look down in surprise as Megumi's dark eyes travel up your body, still wearing your black uniform. You feel so pliant in his hands, willing to do anything for him.

He wraps his hands around your waist, moving round to your back as he pulls you in closer. He ducks his head and leans against your stomach, squeezing you in his arms. You gently stroke his messy hair, moving down his neck and over his shirtless broad shoulders. 

He mumbles into your belly, “Thank you so much.” He turns his head slightly, “I would get beat up every day if treatment felt this good.” 

You feel your cheeks flush pink. “Your hands are so warm and soft,” Megumi continues thanking and complimenting you.

“You don't have to get beat up… for me to touch you…” you trail off, realising what you're saying.

You’re going crazy right now with all of Megumi’s praise for you as he wraps you up in his arms. He feels so strong and you just can’t resist his touch.

“Oh?” He looks up to you, a smirk forming on his handsome face. You basically whimper in embarrassment. “So it's like that, is it?” He mumbles over your stomach, sending vibrations through your body.

���‘m sorry!” You squeak, blushing harder as you try to pull away. 

But you’re stopped by a strong grip on your back. “Just a little longer, please,” he pulls you in, his voice deep and needy. 

You press into him again, cosy and warm in the hot little bathroom. Both of you could stay here for hours. You sigh and gently stroke his hair, “Shall we get something to eat, Megumi?” He groans softly, “Mm, yeah.”

6: just checking in

The weekend goes by fairly quickly as you’re busy with chores, trying desperately not to replay your steamy Friday night with Megumi in your head over and over.

Your efforts are pretty much in vain as you can’t fight the urge to knock on his door on Saturday, with no luck, and again on Sunday. He opens the door wearing only shorts, rubbing his sleepy eyes. You get flustered and apologise for waking him, quickly handing him a container of chicken soup, feeling a little embarrassed.

You run back upstairs to continue with your Sunday routine. Monday comes around soon enough and you’re back at the academy. You sometimes see Megumi around campus and he always stops to chat with you, however brief this may be.

Tuesday passes and Wednesday evening rolls in- you haven't seen him. You wonder if he’s been busy. 

Then again on Thursday, there’s no sign of him. Now you’re concerned that he might be injured again, forced to stay at home?

You’ve got to check.

You knock on number seven and you’re greeted by Megumi holding a towel around his waist, his black hair all floppy and wet. His body is steaming from the shower, water droplets trickling over his firm muscles. 

You try to break your stare as he gazes down at you. “Sorry, I–”, you start stumbling, “sorry Megumi, I can come back later?”

He shakes his head, inviting you in. “Don’t worry,” he says in his deep voice, “you’ve seen it all before,” he gives you a smile and closes the door.

It’s literally been three days, but you get this feeling of relief when you see that he’s ok and hear his voice. Have you missed him?

You step into his apartment sheepishly, “I, I just came to see how you’re doing,” you stumble, “I wanted to make sure your injuries are all ok…” you trail off, looking up to his dark eyes. 

“You missed me?” Megumi raises an eyebrow, giving you a sly smile. 

You laugh out of embarrassment, scratching the back of your head, not able to deny it.

“About my injuries,” he looks down at his muscular arms, “they’re healing up pretty well.” The scratches and cuts have closed up, but still look pink on his pale skin.

Megumi suddenly remembers to thank you for the soup you delivered. “That’s ok,” you start, “you and the other grade one sorcerers seem so busy… I just want to make sure you’re not overworking yourself or making your injuries worse.”

He thanks you and tells you not to worry, “Take some time to think about yourself too, yeah?” You nod and start to make your way home.

You’ve done what you came here for. Megumi is fine, now it’s time to go! You say goodnight as he watches you walk up the stairs.

Friday is a fairly average day, as you continue working with other grade two sorcerers and make some time for training and reading. You eat lunch with Nanami and receive an unexpected but welcome video call from Gojo. You had a pretty rough training session with Toge during the afternoon, leaving you exhausted.

You get home, quickly eat some leftovers and flop onto your bed still wearing your uniform, so ready for the weekend. You somehow get the motivation to get up and take a shower before completely passing out.

You choose some of your favourite lounging around clothes; a pair of black shorts and a cute patterned vest. The shorts are pretty tight, and probably too short to wear outside, but they’re so comfy and keep you cool. The vest has stringy straps and hugs your figure nicely. 

You finish getting dressed, dry and brush your hair when you hear a knock at your door. You stroll over, brushing your hair and humming, opening the door to find your handsome colleague. It’s Megumi!

You attempt to hide your obvious excitement, but you smile up at Megumi and greet him.

“I just wanted to check in,” he mumbles a little, “after you checked in on me during the week.” You invite him in as you finish brushing your hair. 

“Thanks, Megumi!” You smile and get some drinks for yourself and your sweet colleague, getting comfy on the sofa. 

He asks you about your day and you catch up on some of the assignments he’s been on this week. Some of them sound quite intense but he doesn’t appear to have any new injuries.

As Megumi is talking you can't help but get distracted by his dark, dreamy eyes and long lashes, his soft lips and mellow tones.

There's a pause in your chatting so you offer to get some more drinks.

“Yeah, do you have anything a bit stronger than apple juice?” Megumi asks with a smirk, mocking your choice of drink. “Um… I might have something around here…” you reply. 

You get up, feeling so comfortable in your own apartment that you forget you're wearing incredibly revealing clothes.

As you're rummaging around in the fridge you turn back to Megumi, “There's nothing in here!” You say, laughing in disbelief.

As you turn to face him you can tell that he's been staring, as he looks away quickly with a light pink blush on his cheeks.

You start searching the cupboards, bending over to look right in the back. You rest your hands on your hips, touching the skin between your tight shorts and vest then reach up to the top cupboard, tiptoeing, which pushes your ass out.

You finally see a bottle on the top shelf, but you can't quite reach it. Perhaps I could climb on the counter? How did it get up there anyway?

You can feel Megumi's eyes on you as you try to reach for the top shelf. He can see you're struggling.

“Do you need a hand over there?” He asks in his deep voice.

“Yes… please,” you try one more time, sighing in frustration as you sink down again.

Megumi comes up close behind you and reaches over your shoulder. His fingers can't quite close around the bottle from this distance so he touches your waist gently, closing the gap between your bodies to get closer to the cupboard. You can feel his body pushed up against your back as he stretches up to the top shelf.

You can feel his chest and firm abs beneath his shirt, and his hips push up against you. 

“Got it,” he sets the bottle down on the counter. He doesn't pull away from behind you, so you turn to face him.

“Thanks, I'm too short,” you reply, looking down at your small body.

“No, you're a nice height,” he compliments you, then wraps his arms around your waist and up your back. He squeezes you, his fingers tickling your waist making you giggle and reach up around his shoulders, hugging him back.

Then you feel your feet lift off the floor as Megumi suddenly picks you up, setting you on the counter as his arms remain wrapped around you.

“Now you're too tall,” Megumi says, frowning slightly.

Your faces are so much closer now, and he doesn’t have to arch down to look at you, nor do you have to tip toe up to hug him.

You can’t help the pink blush forming on your cheeks as you look into his dark eyes.

A comfortable silence envelops the two of you, your arms draped over his shoulders, his hands on your waist.

He reaches a hand up to your face, his thumb stroking your cheek.

“There’s that pretty blush again,” he mutters absentmindedly.

You look down, feeling shy, earning a breathy chuckle from the dark haired man. He tilts your chin back up again, his fingers holding you ever so delicately.

“Please… can I kiss you?” he asks in a low whisper.

Your eyes go wide as you look at him in disbelief.

“Hey, don't act all shy and surprised. You must know I'm into you, right?” His voice is low as he looks into your eyes sternly. 

“I didn't realise you liked me that much… I thought you were just being nice and looking after me at work…” you mumble, looking back into his pretty eyes.

“I'm not really that nice… to anyone.” He shakes his head, rubbing the back of his neck. “I volunteered to train with you because I didn't want anyone else to go near you.” He sighs.

You can't believe he's been feeling this way. You're so surprised and flattered that someone like him would really have a crush on you.

“And now you've been teasing me all evening…” you look down, away from his intense gaze, “I didn't mean to tease you” you say quietly, knowing exactly what he’s talking about.

His hand cups your chin, bringing your lips closer to his.

“You know what you've been doing to me tonight,” he looks you up and down, “bending over in front of me in those little shorts.” His other hand squeezes your waist. 

“I, I'm sorry, I just–” you're silenced as Megumi moves his thumb over your lips, still delicately holding your face up. 

“Don't apologise,” he raises an eyebrow, “you just have to be prepared for the consequences.” He looks down at your pretty face as the corner of his lip curls up. 

“Megumi…” You mutter. He sighs heavily through his nose, staring into your eyes. You squirm under his gaze, realising he might be losing his patience.

“Of course…” you pause, your big eyes peering into his, “you can kiss me.”

He doesn’t hesitate. Not for a second.

His lips crash into yours, reaching his hand to the back of your neck.

He’s finding it impossible to control himself, his tongue already licking at your lips. You eagerly open for him, your tongues intertwining as you feel his canines grazing your lip, making you let out a little moan.

You hold each other so close, your legs wrapped around his waist as his hands work up your back and neck, through your hair. 

Megumi somehow slows down and pulls away, sucking on your lip, “I’ve been wanting to do that… for a while.” 

As he gazes down at you Megumi sighs in relief, holds your head to his and smiles. This isn’t a sarcastic mocking smile, a smirk or teasing smile. This is a genuine, happy smile from Megumi.

His handsome face is usually so serious and gloomy, or giving you a flirty smile, teasing you about something.

But now he looks elated. 

“I would’ve kissed you sooner… if I knew you’d smile at me like that”, you say looking up at his pretty lips. Megumi laughs, “I know, my friends tell me I don’t smile enough…” he starts, “but I think different things make different people happy.” 

“Megumi…” your soft lips whisper over his.

7: desire

His lips are all over yours again, sucking and biting gently as you pull each other impossibly closer.

“I, I just can’t stop thinking about you…” his voice comes out a little strained, “been driving me crazy. Every time I see you I just… I just want you… so bad.”

“Megumi… I– I feel the same way…” You stare up at him, listening to his confessions, still in slight disbelief. 

“When we touch… I’ve been so close to just grabbing you and…” he trails off, taking you into another deep and passionate kiss, his hands squeezing your waist and sides.

“You want me?” he asks, breathing over your lips. His words send shivers through you.

You nod eagerly. He leans closer, his lips grazing against yours as he gives you a serious look, “You gonna be good?”

Is this the same man as just a few seconds ago? You look up to him with pleading eyes, wanting him to kiss you again.

“Will you?” His voice drops, a new tone emerging. You can’t help but nod your head, enjoying where this is going, “Mm hmm, I’ll be good, Megumi.”

Megumi groans softly hearing his name from your needy lips, leaning in again. He’s so hungry to taste you, forgoing any gentle kissing as he bites and sucks, pushing his tongue deeper.

Suddenly you feel Megumi’s hands grip you and he picks you up, holding you close to his body he carries you to your bedroom. It’s painted white and dusty pink and is pretty girly. “Cute”, Megumi snorts.

“Before I get too carried away,” he starts in a serious tone as his hands move down to caress your thighs that are wrapped around his waist, “I can be, um… pretty rough sometimes… if it's too much please tell me. I only want to make you feel good, ok?”

Getting a warning like this is nice, but not typical of more dominant people. He must be pretty into you, you think as he sits you down on the bed, towering over you.

“Rough sex with Megumi Fushiguro… hmm…” you hum his full name and bite your lip, which only makes him grip you tighter, “must be my lucky day, because that's how I like it,” you say flirtatiously, earning a low chuckle in reply.

Megumi's quiet confidence and serious nature have led you to believe he would be like this, only drawing you to him further.

But he's private, somewhat mysterious, not easily divulging what he likes– you just have to get to know him, and you have, slowly, revealing many similarities and shared interests.

Your thoughts are interrupted as you notice the bulge in Megumi’s black trousers, and he has a perfect view of your perky breasts, your nipples already poking through your thin vest.

As he looks down at you, you can’t resist, you have to run your fingers along his belt to the buckle at the front, tugging gently.

Megumi raises an eyebrow, “Take your hands off me, and take your vest off” he stares down at you as you lean back, “now.”

He’s not asking, he’s telling you. And you do as you’re told, your perky breasts bouncing as you remove your thin top. 

Megumi licks his lips and climbs over you, still fully clothed as his eyes rake up and down your body, taking in your beautiful features.

He bites your lip, making your chin tilt up as you whimper over his mouth.

The sexiest smirk tugs at his lips.

You feel his hand stroking up your body, finding your chin as he takes a grip. “Open” he mutters, staring at your mouth, making you shiver and obey.

“Let me see your tongue…” his breath fans your face, your big eyes darting up to his as you hesitate for a second then gingerly stick out your tongue.

His lips close over your warm muscle, sucking and licking, making you let out a surprised moan into his mouth. You knew your tongue was pretty sensitive, but this feels so erotic, making your hips jump and twitch.

He pulls away as you feel a strong hand on your hips, “Stay still, pretty girl.”

His lips are on you again, kissing down to your sensitive nipples, sucking and dragging his sharp teeth over your body leaving little marks. He squeezes and licks until you’re like putty in his hands, his head sinking lower, pulling down your skimpy shorts and underwear.

You’re now fully naked in front of this perfect man, melting into his every touch, needy for more. As he pulls away from your body and discards the last of your clothing he looks down at you, eyes half lidded and full of lust. 

His gaze travels down past your waist as you reflexively close your legs. 

Megumi shakes his head slowly, completely disapproving. “Did I tell you to close your legs?” You shake your head apologetically. “So keep them open for me.” He commands quietly, parting your legs easily with his delicate hands.

He strokes over your thighs, his fingers inching closer to your hot wetness. “Already soaked…” he mutters, “must want me pretty bad?” He adds, smirking up at you. 

“Mm” you just moan, not wanting to open your mouth… you know something shameful is bound to come out.

“Tell me how badly you want me.” You moan again, his lips teasing you as he speaks. “Want you Megumi… need you so bad”, you whine as he hums against you gently, breathing over your clit.

He looks up at you expectantly. “Mm?” You’re getting so impatient for him now, so desperate. You know what he wants.

“Please, Megumi,” you start, looking down at him with your big, pretty eyes, “please touch me” you whine, your cheeks all pink, barely able to look into his eyes.

“Better,” he utters and closes his lips around your clit, sucking and flicking his tongue over you. You let out a loud gasp, more needy moans following until you bite your lip in an attempt to stay quiet.

“What are you doing?” He asks softly, pausing. “I, I didn't want to be too noisy. The neighbours…” you stumble and bite your lip closed again. 

“That's too bad, princess,” he starts, using this pet name makes you whimper quietly, “I need to hear you.”

You look down at him, releasing your lip from between your teeth, leaving it pink and puffy. Megumi gives your pussy a long, slow lick and groans softly, “Good girl. Please try your best to behave for me.”

He suddenly slides his big tongue inside you, making you let out a loud moan as your hips jerk up to his mouth. You can feel him smirking against you as he's got just what he wants.

Your hands tangle up in his jet black hair, getting light headed from his sexy moans.

He moves his lips up to your clit as you feel a long finger slide inside you. He reaches so far back. “Megumi… mm, ‘m so close…”

He inserts another finger, bringing you closer to the edge as his tongue continues flicking your clit.

“Megumi!” You scream and gasp, your toes curling and your hands gripping onto his black hair. “Megumi… Megumi, I'm cumming…” you moan between deep breaths, feeling the man below you slow down, groaning and swallowing.

Your hips jerk then relax, feeling his fingers slide out. He opens his mouth over you, feeling his teeth and lips, his tongue taking a final taste as he pulls himself away.

“You've made such a mess, pretty girl. Better help me clean up”, he pulls you up, eyeing your pink lips. 

You lick your wetness from his fingers, chin and lips as he opens his mouth for a deep kiss, pushing his tongue back inside you.

“So good for me, princess, maybe you'll be rewarded”, he says, standing up from the bed.

8: reward

Megumi has been fully clothed in his well fitting white shirt and black trousers all evening. He’s had his fun with you, getting you all hot and needy. Just how he likes his girls.

Your eyes follow his every movement as Megumi unbuttons his shirt. This was worth the wait. You bite your lip as he reveals his muscular body, some faint scars evident.

Edging closer to him, you reach your hands out to trace over his abs and work your way down to his trousers. You manage to unbuckle his belt and undo his button and zipper before you feel strong hands around your wrists.

“So this pretty little princess wants my cock, hmm?” He asks teasingly.

You nod, yes. His dark eyes lock onto yours, gripping you tightly. Something tells you he’s not going to give it up that easily.

“You think you can just… help yourself?” He raises an eyebrow as you blink up at him innocently.

He easily restrains your wrists in his right, his left hand pulling the belt from his trousers.

Before your brain has time to process, Megumi throws you onto the bed in front of him, “On your knees.” He commands.

You fumble slightly as your wrists ache from his tight grip.

“Now.” He growls, pulling your hips up himself so that your round ass is facing towards him.

“Stay still.” His hands leave your body as you hear his belt snapping behind you. 

Fuck. You get a shiver of anticipation, a wave of goosebumps spreading down your neck and spine.

“It’s not that you’re a bad girl,” his hand rests on your lower back, his thumb tracing circles over your dimples, “just a little too… impatient. And entitled. I think we can work on it, though…”

He pauses, the air thick with tension. You’ve had enough time to stop him, to prevent what’s about to happen. You could’ve turned around at any moment and told him that you’re not into this and you don’t want him to hurt you. You know he’d listen.

But you don’t. Because you’re loving every second.

A loud slap breaks the silence. You take in a sharp breath, but barely flinch. He’s just testing the waters, making sure you’re ok with this.

How sweet, you think. 

Slap, a bit harder this time, causing you to let out a quiet whimper.

“You want it harder?” He asks gruffly. You nod quickly, turning back with your needy, madly blushing face as if to convince him.

Asking for permission? How respectful.

Slap, much harder this time.

You let out a quiet “fuck” with a string of whimpers, your toes curling with pleasure.

“Who knew such a pretty girl,” his big hand caresses your red ass, “would be so kinky?” He mutters in disbelief, his voice low.

Another hard slap has got you moaning his name. That’s what he wanted.

“C’mere,” he pulls you up to face him, nice and close, “you’re gonna be my perfect little girl?” His thumb traces your lips as you nod eagerly, “Mm, promise.”

“Oh good, that means you can have my cock whenever you want.” Your eyes focus on his lips. “Just need to be a little more patient, ok? Sit pretty and ask nicely. Think you can do that?”

You let out a breathless, “yeah…” your eyes trailing down his perfect body as he holds you, his trousers half undone with such a tempting bulge hanging out. Your eyes linger there for a moment.

“Megumi…” you breathe out, your eyes working up his body again, studying every detail, “please can I touch you?” You murmur. He nods, your hands feeling over muscle and cool, pale skin.

Your eyes reach his, watching his beautiful black lashes as he blinks slowly. The air is so still and silent. Your delicate fingers find his waistband.

“Please can I?” You whisper over his lips.

He stays quiet, his dark eyes looking between your lips and eyes, silently urging you to continue.

“Need you, Megumi…” you murmur, “really need to suck you…”

His eyes dart up to yours, the corner of his lip twitching into a tiny smirk.

“Beg” the word comes out low and quiet, but it’s enough to send a shiver down your spine.

His voice gives you butterflies on a normal day, but you’re so close, the words he’s uttering having so much power over you. It feels so intimate. You'd do anything he asked.

Your big eyes peer into his, your lips parting as your voice catches in your throat, suddenly feeling nervous.

“Please…” you let the word fall from your lips, “promise I’ll make you feel so good, Megumi…” you hear a low grunt from the man before you as you bite your lip, the alluring blush returning to your cheeks. Just a little more.

You push him back slightly, kneeling on the carpet below, so close to what you want.

“Will you let me…” you continue, one of his hands finding the back of your neck. He strokes your hair gently as his blue eyes go black with lust, watching you kneel there begging for him.

“Please” you murmur as he pulls you closer. “So good, princess…” his hand finds your chin, his thumb stroking over your bottom lip as your fingers pull down his tight shorts and trousers.

He doesn’t stop you.

He lets out a sigh of relief, his erection slapping against his abs as you lick your lips, swallowing hard. You edge closer, his thumb opening your mouth as he presses his pretty cock over your lips.

“Megumi…” you moan over his wet tip, so ready to take him. You lick him slowly, looking up at his lustful expression.

He can’t help but push into your mouth, his tip going down your throat, making you gag as tears prick in your eyes. He lets out a strangled moan, “fuck, so good.”

He lets you suck on him, going at your own pace for a while. You suck and lick, your lips enclosing him so deliciously. Your tongue presses up the underside of his cock, licking up and swirling around his smooth, sensitive head.

“Nhh…” he moans as you suck on his tip then take him in again, his hips beginning to jerk, his cock going deeper. You try so hard to control your breathing through your nose, swallowing him down.

“Yeah, like that… fuck…” you earn another pretty moan, his eyes closed in bliss as he grabs the back of your neck, pulling your hair.

Your eyes well up as he thrusts harder, gripping tighter.

You need to breathe, your throat is so full you feel suffocated. You let out a whine as your throat contracts around him, choking and gagging.

His eyes suddenly open, realising what he’s doing as he lets go of your neck. You pull away hiccupping, taking in ragged breaths. You recover for a second then move to take him back into your mouth, making Megumi let out a low chuckle.

“‘s much as I loved watching you gag… this pretty mouth has done enough…” he strokes your lips with his thumb.

“But– but–” your eyes are wide, wanting more. He just presses his thumb over your lips. 

“Get on the bed. Lay down.”

You give him a pleading look.

“Look, I can’t control myself…” his voice comes out strained, “it’ll be my fault if you get hurt.” He returns you a desperate look.

“Get up.”

You can’t disobey him.

9: wish

Megumi wraps his hand around his cock, pumping himself while pushing you back on the bed. He climbs over you, your legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him in. He leans over you, slides a condom over himself, and looks into your eyes, waiting.

“Please, Megumi…” your voice a soft whine. 

As you look back into his dark blue eyes his expression changes. He teases you with his tip, still having an ounce of patience left, rubbing you up and down.

“Please… what?” he asks breathily.

“Need your cock… please. Need you inside me…” you reply, giving him what he wants.

“Mm, princess…” his eyelids flutter, hearing you begging so nicely. You can feel his cock pressing against you, rock hard and thick at your entrance.

“Only say stop if you mean it, ok?” he says with a serious tone, looking into your eyes.

You nod, “Yeah, promise”

He pushes his length into you. Hard. He has a dark, almost animalistic look in his eyes and lets out a loud moan.

A scream escapes your mouth, your hips jerking up to meet his, pleasure and pain flooding your body. He thrusts roughly into you, “fuck, yes…” he growls into your neck and takes you into a hot kiss.

Your hands can’t help but wander over his body, feeling his tensing muscles. He twitches as you squeeze over his hips, pulling him in harder. You’re given a disapproving look as he takes your hands and pins them over your head.

He keeps rolling his hips, biting and sucking your shoulder as he holds your wrists tight. He turns his head, sucking your ear, his tongue working inside making you whine.

His grip on you tightens, hearing your needy whimpers.

“You’d look so pretty… with some rope around your wrists…” his deep voice travels through you, words forming into images in your mind. Your pussy squeezes around his length involuntarily, your eyelashes fluttering.

He smirks against your neck, feeling the telltale signs of your pleasure building up.

“You want me to tie you up, sweet girl?” He asks gruffly, your back arching up.

Your mouth hangs open as you whine and nod dumbly, feeling so full and fucked out, his pace making you numb with pleasure.

He's got you whimpering, “P-please… need– ah, need you to tie me up nn– n’ fuck me”

A needy, surprised expression crosses Megumi's features, not expecting you to reply properly at this point. “Can’t say stuff like that,” he breathes out, your pussy squeezing him again, “gonna make me fucking cum” he moans as his hand releases your wrists, only to find your neck.

Delicate fingers wrap around your throat, squeezing gently at first. You moan softly, encouraging him to get a little rougher. His grip tightens around you, restricting your breath as he groans, his thrusts getting harder. “Fuckk– can’t take it… so close…” his voice comes out so needy.

He suddenly pulls out, “Get on your knees.” He wants more– he wants all of you. He wants this night to last forever.

You see stars when he slides back inside, his eyes all over you in the mirror. He watches your back arching as you push against him. “Touch yourself” he commands quietly. You're close anyway, you’re going to be over the edge in seconds.

A few tight circles over your clit and you’re ready, “M-Megumi– I, I–” there’s no way you can hold it.

“Can’t talk? S’ok,” he slaps your ass, pushing you over, “pretty girls like you don’t need to talk.” You have a euphoric orgasm, feeling Megumi's hand burning your plush skin, his cock so deep you get that achy feeling in your stomach and throat.

He chuckles, “cumming when I spank you nice 'n hard, huh?” You can only moan out “yesyes mhh– Megumi” riding out your high all over him as your eyes roll back.

“Hot…” he holds up your head, his hand in your hair, “what do you want me to do to you?”

“W-want you to- ah, fuck me hard, Megumii-”

He groans, his fist gripping your hair tight as he pumps you.

“-fuck me till I'm hurting”

“You- you want me to??” He moans out, losing his breath.

You nod, yes, “want you to use use me-”

Megumi groans and cums hard. His jaw clenched tight, a deep growl coming from his chest. You could almost cum again from the sight of him. He grips you painfully tight, finally getting his release.

You hold each other close, Megumi resting his head gently on your shoulder, kissing you, whispering sweet praises.

You share the small bathroom, getting cleaned up, then return to your bed.

“Never thought we’d be so… well matched,” he says, smiling and pulling you closer. You smile sweetly, “Mm,” you hum over his lips, “I like all kinds of stuff”

He raises an eyebrow, “Oh yeah? Maybe you can show me sometime.” You tuck your head under his, cuddling up close as you chat and fall asleep in each other’s arms.

10: closer

After your long night with Megumi you wake up and rub your eyes, turning in your bed. He's still next to you, sleeping soundly. You look at his beautiful, peaceful face, his long, dark eyelashes fanned out against his pale skin. His spiky black hair is even messier than usual, thanks to your hands running through it all night. 

You edge closer to him and snuggle under his strong arm, resting your head on his chest. You feel his arm squeezing you and his other hand reaches over to your waist. He suddenly grabs you and slides you on top of him. 

“Ah, Megumi!” You squeak in surprise, as you thought he was still asleep. You snuggle into him, laying on top of his gorgeous body, as he wraps his strong arms around your waist.

“Good morning,” he mumbles, his voice deeper than usual. You turn your head and kiss his neck and jaw. 

“Good morning, Megumi,” you reply, already feeling Megumi's hard cock beneath you. You sit up, shifting your weight and grinding a little. He squeezes your waist as you move, groaning softly. 

Megumi looks up over your body, licking his lips as his eyes travel up to your gorgeous breasts, slender neck and pretty face. He grinds up against you, feeling your wetness on him already.

He raises an eyebrow, watching you eagerly grind on him, “Better be careful what you wish for.” He says in his deep voice. “Mm... You’re so hard, can't help it…” you moan, pushing your wetness over him.

Megumi bucks his hips, moving you up as you grab a condom, sliding it over. You rub his tip against you, making him nice and wet, then move down, taking in just his bulging head. 

He can't resist you like this. His usually stoic face is blushing, his eyebrows raised, biting his lower lip as he grinds back against you, pushing more of himself in.

You push him all the way in, sitting on top of him.

You feel a twinge inside; you’re not used to his size after one night. “Mmmh…” he groans loudly, filling you up. You can feel his dick twitching, getting impatient for you to move.

You slowly fuck him, moving up and down his length. “Mm… Megumi…” you moan as you keep riding him, getting a little faster, feeling your wetness over his thick cock.

He looks up at you with such a sexy expression, squeezing your hips and helping you ride him. “Fuck– princess, so good, fucking me like this” he moans, watching you bounce on his cock. 

“Mm… wanna be your good girl, Megumii-” his praise encourages you to ride him faster, ensuring to stroke up and down his whole length. 

“-yes” he growls, “you know what good girls get?” You shake your head.

He looks up at you with his flirty smile, “I’ll show you.”

Megumi grabs your ass in his strong hands and starts thrusting into you hard. You scream his name, begging him for more as he fucks into you.

“That good?” He asks breathily, fucking you harder and harder. “Uh huh, th- thankyou–” you moan out, earning a handsome smirk as you grip onto the headboard.

You're starting to feel dizzy off the pleasure, about to burst from the intense feeling of being pushed open and filled up, over and over.

Megumi suddenly reaches up, grabbing your neck to pull you down. His tongue and teeth are all over you, devouring you in a hot kiss.

You're pushed over the edge as his abdomen grinds smoothly against your clit. You're whimpering into his mouth, licking, sucking and swallowing his sexy moans while his hand grips your neck so you can't pull back.

“Mhh– Megumii–” his name comes out slurred, your pussy clenching him hard.

He keeps going, rutting faster, your whole body throbbing and going limp with pleasure. Your orgasm is drawn out longer, each thrust taking you higher.

“So close, princess…” he moans into your mouth, his thrusts getting rougher. He can't help it, can't hold back.

He fucks into you sporadically, releasing his load with a grunt.

You lay on top of him, shaking as you try to prop yourself up, your lip trembling.

“S'okay, come here” he pulls you down, laying all your weight on him.

“Did so well” he murmurs and strokes your hair as you calm down. Your bodies relax, feeling spent after such intense sex.

He gently lifts you off his leaky cock, the condom totally filled, and lays you down, kissing and praising you some more.

“Let's get cleaned up,” he says, taking your hand and helping you up into the bathroom to take a shower.

You stand together under the warm water, getting hot and steamy. Megumi's hair flops down his face in a dark, messy mop.

You press your naked body up to his firm chest and abs. You tiptoe up to kiss him and he leans down into you, deepening the kiss with his tongue sliding into your mouth, his hands all over you.

You pull away, looking down to see Megumi’s hard cock rubbing against you. You can’t help but smile up at him, raising an eyebrow.

“Megumi… can I please help you?” You offer, peering up at him again through wet eyelashes.

“Mmh– think you’ve done enough for me this morning?” He sighs out against your forehead, “‘m just being greedy now…”

“Mm mm,” you shake your head, “wanna feel you in my mouth again… please.” You know he wants it. You can feel his cock between your thighs as he moans softly.

You're getting so hot for him now as you stroke his chest and abs. “Wanna suck you so bad… ” you look up at him with those cute puppy eyes. You honestly want to make him feel so good, and you’re annoyed last time he didn’t let you finish getting him off.

Megumi lets out a groan against your lips, “Mm, love hearing you ask so nicely.” You feel his hand moving up behind your neck and shoulders. He pushes you down gently, “Get on your knees for me,” a command you love to hear from this gorgeous man.

You kneel in front of him, pressing your lips against his hard cock. “Mm…” you moan and lick his hard length. You look up at him with pleading eyes, sucking gently on his tip.

He grants you full permission and pushes your head down over him, grinding into your mouth with his thick cock. You moan loudly onto his dick, sucking him and taking him all in.

You move up and down his length, taking him nice and deep then swirling your tongue over his tip, licking him until he's moaning for you.

“Feels s’ good…” he praises you and pushes himself deep. “Fuck!” He groans, grabbing your hair.

“Getting… so close…” he grinds into you, ramming his cock deeper and deeper, “Love fucking your throat like this… doing so well for me– just a little more…” he trails off, moaning as you suck on him, bobbing your head faster and faster. 

You know Megumi's pleasure is building up inside him as he grips your hair tighter. “Fuck- gonna cum…” he groans, moving back to pull out.

You just squeeze his hips tightly and continue pushing him into you. Megumi grunts as his hips move erratically, his hot cum spurting into your wet mouth and down your throat. You lick and suck him clean, swallowing every last drop.

He looks down at you with a surprised, fucked out expression. You wish you could take a picture.

“You really didn't have to do that,” he says as he looks down at you, pushing your hair out of your face. You can’t help but giggle at him, “I really wanted to, Megumi. Wanna make you feel good.”

He helps you up, holding you in his arms and kissing you under the warm water. “Well, you succeeded…” he whispers into your ear. You hold each other in the shower for a little longer then step out after washing up.

You put on a cute dress as Megumi dries off. He asks to stay at yours for the day so you run down to his apartment and get him some comfy clothes. You make some breakfast together and get cosy on the sofa, resting your head on Megumi's lap, exchanging a few words and comforting touches.

11: date

As the weekend passes you get back to the academy. You're enjoying a more private relationship with Megumi for now- neither of you are big on pda but you can tell he's always desperate to see you again; he’s all over you when you get a moment alone.

He comes back to the academy for lunch more often, waiting on you and making sure you're not working too hard. You catch the train together, he's staying at yours a lot, and he texts you to come over if you don’t see him at work.

You enjoy each other’s company; looking after each other after the busy days and weeks, eating dinner out, getting drinks, and spending time with Yuji and Nobara on the weekends, too.

Nobara and you have gone on a few shopping trips together, dragging Yuji along to carry your bags. And Megumi sometimes has Yuji visiting, so you've gone out drinking with them a couple of times and had some movie nights at Megumi's. You're not sure if either of them have a clue about you and Megumi– perhaps Yuji does.

You're getting much closer with Gojo and Nanami, as your lovely manager insists on checking in by phone every week and you have regular lunch breaks with Nanami.

Nanami’s quite reserved, but you’re getting to know him and you think he likes you too. He'll often buy you tea or coffee from the vending machines and bring it to you at lunch. He'll read his paper and catch up with how your training is going

You haven't seen Gojo in person now for a good few weeks and, strangely enough, you're starting to miss him. That's until he video calls you when you're going for dinner after work with Megumi. You answer the phone without realising Megumi is standing right behind you. 

“Oh heyyyyy! You're with Megumi!” His voice is so loud over the phone. “Um, yes! Hello! What is it, Gojo? Work's over, you know!” You try to hush Gojo a little.

“Wait a minute… are you guys on a date?!” He basically shouts over the phone, his face beaming through the screen. Megumi rolls his eyes and leans over to the screen, “What do you want?” 

Gojo continues teasing, “Gumi's on a date!!” He sings loudly. “I'm coming home this weekend, lovebirds! Will you please organise a night out for meeee?” You're glad he got to the point. “Uh, yes, we'll try our best!!” You reply quickly as you're heading inside. “Thank you!! See you tomorrow!”

He hangs up and you're both relieved. You raise an eyebrow at Megumi as you enter the restaurant, “Gumi?” You smile cheekily, repeating Gojo's nickname. Megumi just glares at you with his dark blue eyes, “Don't even think about it.” He mumbles.

You sit and down and sigh, feeling a little disappointed that, of all people, Gojo had to find out. Everybody will know within days.

“You're not ashamed of being with me, are you?” Megumi asks, raising an eyebrow and smirking at you, obviously teasing. “Megumi, you know I really like you…” you get a little worked up with a little pout on your face although you know he's teasing.

“Oh yeah?” He leans over the table, reaching his hands towards yours as he edges closer. “Maybe you should prove it.” What a flirt, you think and lean over the table.

His fingers snake around your neck and he pulls you into a kiss, moving his tongue into your mouth and pulling you closer. This kiss is getting way too hot…

You attempt to pull back, but his fingers just grip you tighter and he smirks against your mouth, then sucks your lip nearly making you moan. The kiss is over when he decides.

He lets you sit back in your chair and seems pleased with your pink blush. “Huh, maybe you really do like me then.” He shrugs. You just roll your eyes, “Of course I do…”

“If you like me so much… do you want to be my girlfriend?” He asks casually, leaving you stunned. You nod and wrap your fingers around his hand, feeling your blush spreading to your ears. 

You order some food and enjoy your meal out with your boyfriend. Megumi tries to behave as you're getting a little worked up. When he's in a flirty mood everything he does just gets you so flustered.

After your meal you start heading home together. You're so happy that Megumi asked you to be his girlfriend, although you know that's pretty much how it's been anyway. Now you just have Gojo to deal with when he gets back tomorrow. 

As you're chatting on your way to the train station you realise you still need to ask people out for drinks tomorrow.

“Shit, I kinda forgot about that.” Megumi rubs his forehead and sighs. “Do we have to? We could just stay home,” he leans a little closer, “you could put on your favourite movie while I eat you out… or we could listen to music while I finger you… or we could just make out in the shower?” He asks, genuinely trying to persuade you to stay in. 

“Megumi…” You whine as you try to cover your ears. He only gets closer as he moves your hands down, gripping your wrists.

“Or I could tie you up and fuck you all night… till you're begging me to stop?” His deep voice sends shivers through your whole body. He sucks on your earlobe and gently bites you. “Would you like that, princess?” He asks seductively.

You're trying so hard to keep it together as you're standing waiting for your train. You're so close to letting out a moan. Megumi is relentless when he gets horny like this, wanting to make you as horny as he is. And it's working. 

As much as your body wants to submit to Megumi, you try to break away from his intense flirting to organise your get together. You quickly get your phone out and pace around the station, making a little distance between you and Megumi. He huffs and gets out his phone. He was really hoping to distract you from the task completely and is a little disappointed he has to talk to anyone other than you.

He starts with Nobara, as he hears you've already had success with your first call, “Great, see you tomorrow, Yuji!” You beam over the phone to your friend.

Nanami is a little more difficult to convince, “Please, Nanami…” he can basically see your puppy eyes as he hears you whining over the phone. 

“Hmm, ok. But I'm only going because you asked me.” He says flatly. “Oh, ok Nanami!” You blush a little. “See you tomorrow night.” You hang up and see how Megumi is getting on. He's wrapped up his calls with Nobara, Toge and Panda and has texted some others who you haven't met yet.

You hop on the train and manage to get into Megumi’s apartment without him stripping you.

12: trust

As soon as you’re inside he slams the door and attacks your lips, biting and sucking, pushing his tongue in your mouth aggressively.

He kisses and strokes down your clothed body, kneeling in front of you as you're pushed up against the door. 

He kisses your stomach and works his hands up your soft thighs, lifting your dress. “But– I've been working all day! Please! Can I take a shower??” You ask all flustered and embarrassed.

He looks up at you, furrowing his eyebrows and lifting your dress further, exposing your cute white pants. “No.” He mutters as he bites the white hem, pulling them down.

He licks a teasing stripe up your clit then pulls you to a dining chair, sitting you down and spreading your legs. He places soft kisses up your creamy thighs and laps up your dripping wetness. He lets out a deep moan, kissing your clit gently and suddenly ramming his tongue inside you.

Megumi feels so good that you forget your embarrassment for a minute, moaning his name and pulling his hair. This is exactly what he wants.

His cock is straining so hard in his trousers it's almost painful. He undoes his belt and zipper, pumping himself for some relief as he eats you out, moaning into your wet pussy. “Mmh- ‘m close…” you moan, so turned on by Megumi touching himself beneath you. 

“Wanna feel you cum on my cock,” he breathes over you and gives you another teasing lick. “But, but– please!!” You scream, feeling desperate for release. 

“Hmm?” He looks up at you, kissing you softly. “'m so cloooose…” you whine. “Mm, but I really want to fuck you.” His eyes are all over your wet pussy, one hand on his cock as the other grips your waist.

Megumi stands up and strips off his work clothes as you stare up at his perfect body, squeezing your thighs together to ease your throbbing clit. He picks you up, carrying you to his room as his erection rubs over you.

He stands you in front of the mirror and bends you over, teasing you with his hard cock. You’ve been done with condoms for a few weeks now, having found another contraceptive.

Megumi picks out a vibrator you’ve left at his and lines himself up. You squeeze against him, desperate to feel him inside.

“You trying to fuck me, princess?” He asks, strong hands stilling your movements. You nod submissively.

“You know what I need,” he utters, rubbing his thumb over your tight ass. He looks so serious in the mirror, his dark eyes locked onto yours as the vibrator stimulates your clit. 

“Megumi…” you moan his name, making him grunt as his tip slides in. Your voice has so much control over him now, you realise. Although you know Megumi will always be the one in control.

“-need your dick, please… need you to fill me up…” you moan as you watch him look down to where you’re connected, losing his patience. “Please fuck me…” you whine, grinding against him.

“Say my name” he growls, clicking the vibrator up to the next setting, making you buck against him.

“Fuck– I– please, Megumi!” You moan and squirm over his leaky cock.

“Mm, that’s it, think you’re ready now?” He asks, staring at where your slick juices are running down your thighs, then up to your blushing face. He knows you’re already close to cumming from all this teasing.

You nod, your mouth hanging open, “need daddy's cock” you moan as you desperately try to move your hips.

Megumi's eyes go wide in the mirror, his pupils dilated as he grabs your hair. “Gonna get such a good fucking for that,” he utters and sinks his cock in.

He slides in slow, each inch taking you closer.

As soon as his fat tip hits your cervix your pussy flutters around him, your eyes rolling back.

“That was quick, pretty girl,” he chuckles, pushing impossibly deeper, massaging you with the vibrator as he holds your hip up, “that good, huh?” He smiles and watches you come undone, your legs shaking as the pleasure courses through you.

He squeezes you hard and fucks you slowly. “M– nnghh…” you moan incoherently as Megumi grinds his hips against you slowly. 

His hand tangles in your hair, pulling your face up, his lips locking with yours. His thrusts are hard and deep, full of lust and passion. Your eyes are fixed on his beautiful face in the mirror as he praises you, telling you what a pretty girl you are.

He stares back, his dark eyes hovering over your open mouth and teary eyes as you beg for him to keep going.

“Felt you cum all over me so nicely, princess,” his strong hands stroke up and down your back, settling on your hips as you're spread wide for him, “you wanna feel mine?”

You nod instantly, “yesyes, please,” you moan, wanting Megumi to feel the same pleasure you just did, wanting him to release inside you.

Megumi lets out a deep groan and squeezes your thighs hard. He gives you a few more gentle pumps of his cock then he rams into you quickly. He's pumping you so hard and fast, your ass slapping against him. 

“Love it when you fuck me like this…” you moan as he moves a hand to your ass, pinching your cheek. You moan his name again as you get a stinging slap on your round ass.

“Harder… please…” You know you're really asking for trouble now. Megumi growls, grips your shoulder and fucks you relentlessly, giving your ass another hard smack.

You scream and moan for him as he leans over you, “You like a good spanking, hmm?” He murmurs. You can only whimper and nod, the words not forming in your fucked out brain.

You can tell he’s getting close; his groans are getting louder as he tries to muffle himself on your neck. He sucks and bites you hard as he pumps you with his cock, leaving soft bruises and marks over your skin. Feeling his teeth on you like this makes you arch into him further, needing more.

He finishes his works of art and releases your neck, his saliva dripping all over you.

“Fuck– those look hot,” he breathes out, “now everyone can see who you belong to…” he traces your neck, gripping gently, “‘nd who’s that, princess?” He asks, his voice unwavering.

“I'm yours, Megumi– I, I belong to you,” you reply between soft moans, looking up at him innocently as he fucks you nice and deep.

“Love that you're so possessive, Megumi… I'm all yours–” You moan out.

“You seem to love a lot of things about me, princess… do you think you might love me?” He asks, his dark eyes meeting yours in the mirror. Your eyes widen, his sudden question sending butterflies through your body. 

You didn't realise you were saying you love so many things about him tonight, making your feelings so obvious, yet again. But you know it's true. You nod your head, “-yeah, Megumi, I do love you.” You say as sweetly as you can with his cock buried deep in you.

His eyebrows shoot up in surprise, a gorgeous smile gracing his features as he moans in your ear, “Mm, I love you too.” His hips go wild, fucking his cum deep inside you.

He leans over you, caressing your body and kissing your shoulders, “I love you so much, mm…” Megumi groans and licks your soft neck to help silence himself. His cum is dripping down your legs as he pulls out slowly. You both get washed up and lay down on your bed together.

“I can't believe you answered me like that, I didn't realise you really felt that way…” he says breathlessly, looking deep into your eyes.

“For a while now,” you say quietly, nodding and smiling up at him.

He looks so excited, pulling you on top of him and squeezing you tight, “I’m so lucky.” He sighs with relief as you return a sweet smile and sink deeper into his arms.

13: certain

You wake up late, snuggled up in Megumi's bed. He's not laying next to you but you can hear him in the kitchen next door. You get up and throw on one of his baggy jumpers which is nearly a dress on you. As you leave the bedroom you can smell something yummy.

You approach Megumi, who is bending over the stove, and cuddle him from behind, feeling his taut abs through his t-shirt.

“Hey, princess” he switches the stove off and turns to you, hugging you back and placing soft kisses on your head. “I left you sleeping…” he smiles against your skin. You look up at his dark eyes, “Mm…” you mumble, resting your head on his firm chest, feeling too sleepy for conversation.

“Oh sweet girl,” he strokes your hair, “I tired you out?” He asks with a smile. “I’m ok… just a little achy.” You admit quietly and massage your thighs. 

Having sex while standing up is quite hard on your legs and hips. Not to mention your ass cheeks still feeling sensitive from Megumi's strong slaps, and the reddish purple marks on your neck sting a little. Megumi got off without a scratch as he fucked you from behind, so you couldn't even claw his back in return. 

“Promise I’ll look after you today,” he kisses your lips, speaking softly. “Mm” you mumble and smile up at him. “I was so fucking horny all day yesterday, was driving me crazy. You're just so…” he groans and squeezes your waist, “so sexy… you get me so hot.”

“Was I too rough yesterday?” He asks, looking concerned. You turn around and lift up his black jumper, revealing your round ass. Megumi breathes in sharply “Shit… I'm sorry, I really hurt you, didn’t I?” He says worriedly.

“It feels so good though, Megumi… and I asked you to” you look round at him as he gently strokes your bruised ass. 

He looks absolutely pitiful as he stares at you. He sighs as he pulls his jumper back over you, turning you to face him.

He brushes your hair behind your ear as he moves closer to examine your neck. His long, delicate fingers trace over the love bites he gave you last night. Megumi winces, “Oh baby…” he whispers in disbelief as he kisses you softly.

You feel his long eyelashes and warm breath on your sensitive skin as you let out a sigh. “I need to hold back a bit.” He looks into your eyes sternly. 

“No, I like you how you are. You make me feel so good.” You shake your head and smile, looking up at him innocently. “I'm sure I can make you feel good without leaving these marks all over you…” he kisses and strokes you like he's trying to make the bruises disappear. “I want you to leave marks on me…” you whine, “so everyone can see…” you look up at him with big eyes. 

Megumi's eyes widen as his grip tightens around your slim waist. “Fuck…” he breathes over your lips. You can feel his cock bulging through his boxers.

“You sure?” He asks as you nod in reply, “Wouldn’t want it any other way,” you bat your eyelids at him and smile softly. He pulls you into a passionate kiss as you rub up against him. Your hands snake up his shirt, feeling his hard abs and chest, stroking gently down the v line to his crotch. 

He pulls away suddenly, “Baby, please, I can’t fuck you again now…” he groans, “I, I won't be able to control myself… I'm afraid I'll hurt you again…” he whines a little, his eyebrows raised.

“Don't fuck me then,” you reply simply. Your fingers snake under his waistband as you stroke his hard cock, pushing him gently against the kitchen counter. He moans and bends down over you, submitting his body to you, too horny to resist.

You pump him gently and push his boxers down. “Bite on this,” you tell him, holding his t-shirt up to his lips. He surprisingly obeys and opens his mouth, closing his sharp teeth over the cloth.

Maybe he's allowing you to do this to him to make up for last night. You kiss his exposed chest and work your way down, licking and sucking on his firm abs and pointy hips as his long fingers tangle in your hair.

You kneel down in front of him, still massaging his dick, and lick up the inside of his thigh. Your lips hover over his bulging cock, your breath making him twitch. You look up and make eye contact with him, asking for permission. He gently presses you closer, allowing you to lick his tip, swirling his precum around. 

This earns you a deep groan as he grips your hair tighter. You suck the end of his cock like a lollipop, then let him pop out of your mouth. “Megumi…” you look up at him and pull his jumper off over your head, leaving you naked kneeling in front of him once again.

He groans again, still holding his t-shirt in his mouth. “Would you like me to suck you, Megumi?” You ask sweetly as you breathe over his bulging cock. His eyes are hazy with lust as he looks down at you. “You want your cock in my mouth?” You tease him a little more.

“Uh huh” he manages to mumble with his teeth gripping his shirt. “You look so hot like this, Megumi, makes me crazy…” you moan and close your mouth around his cock.

Megumi looks like he's run out of patience and you don't want to push your luck too far. You suck on his thick shaft and moan over him, looking up and enjoying the view of his muscular body.

Megumi gently grinds his hips against you, pushing himself in deeper. He moans as he bites his t-shirt harder, “Mmhhn… baby…” he mumbles through the wet fabric. 

He pushes down your throat harder making you choke a little. You pull away and massage his cock with your soft hands, needing to use both to pump his length fully. “Stay still, ok,” you mutter, pushing him against the counter. “Will you behave and let me suck you?” You ask, wondering if you'll get away with this. 

He looks so strained, trying to resist the strong urge to pin you down and fuck you. He nods slowly, “Mm, ‘m trying…” he moans through his shirt.

His voice is so sexy you can't resist, taking him deep into your throat. He stays perfectly still as you gag on him and massage his balls gently with your soft hands. “Fuck…” He moans as you take him all the way down.

He moans as his mouth hangs open, making his shirt drop. You whine over his cock, pushing the material back up again. He rips it off, your hand immediately finding his hard abs. You look up and make eye contact as he pushes your hair away from your face. 

He slowly starts moving his hips again as he edges closer and closer to his release. “Mmhh… so close, princess… feels so good” he moans and looks down at you. You hum over his cock and take him all in, gagging and tearing up.

He grunts and growls, letting out a string of expletives as he loses control of his hips, his head rolling back as he fucks into your mouth. He tries to pull out but you grip him so tight and continue sucking him until he's fucking his cum down your throat.

“Fuck!” He screams as you swallow his hot ropes, licking up every last drop. He pants and breathes heavily, his pale face flushed pink, “So fucking good at that, princess-”

He leans against the kitchen counter as you lick him clean. He bends over and pulls you up, squeezing your naked body tightly to his.

“So, I cover you in bruises and fuck you so hard that you can't sit down or walk comfortably…” he gently strokes your ass, “and I somehow get rewarded for that behaviour?” He asks, looking confused.

“Yes.” You reply with a giggle, “I love how you fuck me, Megumi.” You smile up at his stunned face. He lets out a breathy chuckle and holds you close.

You get dressed and heat up the stew Megumi was making earlier. You eat together then take a long shower, getting dressed in Megumi’s clothes as he just wears boxers.

He stretches over the sofa as you lay on top of him, resting your head on his chest and stroking his shoulders. You feel his chest gently rising and falling, feeling his warm breath on your face.

[masterlist]

bonus chapters

[saucyjothoughts]

💜 Would the boys join the Mile-High Club? I think Jure 100% would (if he can’t fly a commercial airplane he certainly would want to do something to brag about related to airplanes). I’m not sure the others. Would they?

I went off on a major tangent with this one.

(nsfw under the cut)

Jure: 100% would, you are absolutely right, Anonyboo! Any sexual adventure that gives him a fun story is okay by Jure, and this one combines his loves of airplanes with his love of fucking. He'd wear that Mile High Club membership like a badge of honour and tell the story as frequently as possible until all his friends were sick of it.

Bojan: maaaaybe. The timing would have to be right - he'd be nervous and giggly about it and might wimp out at the last moment even though he'd enjoy planning and fantasising about it.

Jan: fucking on a plane is definitely on Jan's exhibitionist bingo card. Unfortunately, he prefers to sleep on planes and has not yet ticked this goal off. The closest he's gotten has been taking dickpics for someone in the bathroom.

Nace: no. He'd need some serious persuading to agree to it. Hmm, does Nace know anyone particularly persuasive...?

Kris: in those terrible airplane bathrooms? So hygienic, absolutely not. A private jet, however, would be a different story. One day he hopes to be rich and famous enough for one, and then it'll be game on.

Bonus thought: SSF Airlines as a mile high sex club.

Exclusive guest list and a very cosy welcome, champagne and strawberries, maybe a massage and aromatherapy and music.

In the air, things change. Lights dim, the music darkens, the "fasten seatbelt" sign turns off and you're free to explore. And you discover that only a portion of the plane is normal seating, the rest is divided into cosy little nooks - some soft and warm, some waterproof, some with their own swings, restraints, breeding benches... Little bowls of condoms and lube and massage oil.

You can watch, play by yourself or with a partner, or join in with any of the individuals, couples or groups who would enjoy you. And the best part is - the airline staff are there to cater to your every need. You every need.

Thirty thousand feet closer to heaven.

Upon landing, all guests get an extra little gift to take away - a little pin to wear stating "I joined the Mile High Club with SSF Airlines".

What do the staff get up to in between flights? How did they find themselves in such a line of work?

[byersbootyshorts]

Thin Walls (S.R.)

The team is exhausted. But with the inn they're staying at forcing them to pair up for the night, you and Spencer aren't so tired anymore.

Word Count: 2,212

EXPLICIT CONTENT MINORS DNI!!

Warnings: sub!s5!Spencer, fem!dom!reader, smut, unprotected sex, oral (fem recieving), mommy kink, praise kink, hair pulling, choking, language

he's looking at me ahaha

“Great work on this case everyone,” Hotch announced as you all entered the quaint inn you’d be staying in. “Now everyone, get some rest. The jet leaves at 6am sharp tomorrow.”

There was a chorus of groans as the team anticipated the early start they faced. After a moment the owners of the inn entered the lobby.

“I’m sorry, we only have four rooms available.”

“Uh, Four?” Spencer exclaimed.

“Well, I am not sleeping with Reid.” Morgan said from behind the rest of you.

“Dibs.” Garcia grabbed Morgan’s hand, causing the rest of you to laugh tiredly.

“I don’t think you have to worry about sharing a bed with Spencer anymore now that he’s otherwise occupied,” said Emily, smirking at you.

The team had only recently found out that you and Spencer were dating, and they had taken every opportunity to tease the both of you for it.

Eventually, you all got tired and decided to head up to your rooms. The room that you and Spencer would share was at the very end of the corridor, right next to Morgan and Garcia’s.

“Goodnight, my loves” Garcia yawned, using her key card to open the door.

“Goodnight,” you and Spencer uttered in unison.

“Try not to have too much fun in there, kid” Morgan laughed, hitting Spencer’s arm.

“Oh, shut up,” you replied before quickly opening the door to your own room and pulling Spencer inside.

The room was small and cosy with a bathroom attached. You kissed Spencer on the cheek and headed towards the bathroom to clean up. It had been a long day. And the inhumanly early start in the morning wasn’t improving your mood.  You showered quickly and changed into a baggy t-shirt and some underwear. When you re-entered the room you found Spencer lying on his stomach on the bed, reading as usual.

“I wish the team didn’t treat us differently now they know we’re dating,” you complained, causing Spencer to look up from his book. “Especially Morgan. His jokes are getting a little annoying.”

“They don’t mean any harm,” Spencer said, putting his book down and climbing off the bed. He hugged you instinctively, leaning down to kiss your jaw. “Plus, maybe Morgan had a point when he joked about us having some ‘fun’ in here,” he mumbled between kisses.

“Come on, Spence,” you said, revelling in the warmth of his breath on your neck. “We can’t. We have to get up early.”

But Spencer didn’t let go of you.

“Please,” he begged, lifting his face from your neck to give you a needy look. That look was persuasion enough. God, he looked so beautiful when he begged with his brows furrowed and his eyes wide.

“Please, what?” you teased, grabbing the tie he hadn’t bothered to take off yet.

“Please, mommy,” he whispered.

You didn’t break eye contact while you slowly undid his tie. You could feel the bulge in his pants growing as he pushed it against you for any sense of friction.

“Ok, what kind of ‘fun’ had you planned on having, doctor?” you asked him.

He gulped before stuttering. “I want to- um- to eat you out.” You smiled at his suggestion.

“That can be arranged,” you said, pulling away from him and setting yourself on the bed. You lay on your back, spreading your legs in front of you. Spencer stared at you as though you were the last thing he was ever going to see.

A few moments passed before he snapped out of his daze. He gently positioned himself between your legs and began kissing your thighs. His soft kisses quickly made your underwear wet. When Spencer noticed this he rushed to take them off, desperate to not let any of your pleasure go to waste. You stared down at him expectantly, as he pulled your underwear off. He tossed them on the floor and was about to lean in again when he stopped. He turned around, walked towards his bag, and began to rifle through it. You looked at him with a quizzical look.

“Oh, don’t worry about me.” You sighed sarcastically. “I’ll be here all night.”

“Sorry,” he said, not looking up from his bag. “Just a second.”

You threw your head back in impatience until you heard his footsteps making their way back over to the bed. He was standing over you, hands in his hair, pulling it back into a ponytail.

“You really spent all that time looking for a hair tie?” You acted annoyed but in reality you were relishing the way he looked. You loved that his hair was now long enough to be pulled back into a pony tail. You loved how it exposed his sharp jaw and the hickeys you’d tried to hide behind hair.

“I didn’t want it to get in the way,” he said, finally leaning back in between your legs.

He inched towards your pussy, his shallow breaths against your sensitive skin making you shiver. He slowly licked your slit and you let out a low moan in response. This moan only encouraged Spencer as he found your clit and began to suck on it. The sensation sent a spark of pleasure through you.

“Oh, fuck, that’s good,” you praised him. “Good boy.”

You wrapped your hand around his ponytail, using it to guide him where you wanted him. He moaned in response, the vibrations only adding to your pleasure.

He replaced where his mouth was on your clit with his fingers and moved his tongue down to your entrance. You pushed his head further between your legs, as if trying to make his tongue reach as far inside you as you could without suffocating him. He rubbed your clit with agonizing pleasure and you had to bite your lip to control your volume. Morgan and Garcia were in the next room, after all.

When you could speak you whispered praise that he responded to by curling his tongue inside you.

“Shit, Spence, yes, good boy.”

You felt your legs begin to shake and you knew you were close. Spencer must’ve sensed it too, as the movements of his tongue became more desperate and quicker. Then, he hit that place that sent you over the edge. You gripped his hair tightly, as you came into his mouth. Swearing loudly, you shut your eyes, savouring the euphoria as he soaked up every last drop of you.

After a minute Spencer’s head popped up from between your thighs. He shuffled forward on top of you until his face was just inches from yours. You wiped your cum from around his mouth and without even asking him to he licked it off them.

“You’re such a slut.” You admired his disgruntled face. His red lips and the ponytail that was now falling out from your pulling.

You pulled his chin towards you, crashing your lips against his. His tongue ran across your bottom lip, seeking entrance to your mouth which you granted. His mouth tasted of you. His body lazily grinded against you. You were both exhausted but you couldn’t resist him. Besides, you couldn’t leave him to deal with the bulge that was growing in his pants all by himself.

“Take off your clothes,” you demanded, pushing him off you. He followed your order obediently, climbing off the bed and stumbling out of his shirt and pants. Lastly, he pulled off his underwear, sighing in relief. You got up and walked over to him.

“Since you were such a good boy pleasing mommy like that I’m going to give you whatever you want.” Kissing him again, you pushed him down unto the bed. His chest moved up and down slowly, as if he was trying to regulate his breathing.

“What do you want baby?” you asked.

“I want to cum inside you,” he replied without hesitation this time.

You got on top of him, not yet lowering yourself on his dick. The pleading in his eyes made you smirk. You lifted his head and pulled the hair tie out of his hair. You ruffled his hair, spreading it all over the pillow beneath him.

“You’re so beautiful,” you remarked, running a finger along his jaw.

“Please, mommy, please fuck me,” was his response.

“I’m sorry baby, I’m just teasing you,” you said, finally lowering yourself down on him. You both moaned at the contact. Spencer’s hands instantly went to your hips. He dug his nails sharply into your skin, sending more pleasure through you.

You sat on his dick for a moment, adjusting to its size before grinding up and down on it.

“Oh, God,” Spencer whined. “Fuck, mommy.”

You smiled down at him, quickening your pace.

He let out louder moans, the both of you too caught in the moment to try to stay quiet. Spencer grabbed the hand that you had placed on his shoulder and guided it to his neck.

“Choke me, please,” he begged. You applied pressure to his throat. Just enough so he could still breathe. Your other hand travelled to his hair which was still sprawled messily on the pillow. You pulled it lightly with every thrust, Spencer’s moans growing more and more erratic.

His hands that were gripping your hips moved below your t-shirt and up your back. He scratched you desperately, causing you to swear quietly.

“Fuck, that’s good, baby,” you reassured him. You felt yourself tighten around his dick. He shut his eyes and let out a laboured breath, his nails almost drawing blood from the delicate skin of your back.

“I- fuck- I’m close.” His voice was barely audible.

“I know baby, I know.” You knew you were just as close as he was so you began deepening your thrusts, his dick reaching further inside you.

“Be a good boy and cum for me,” you said, giving his hair a sharper tug.

He tensed beneath you and you felt the warm liquid fill you up.

“Oh God,” he whined, his eyes rolling back in his head. “Mommy, thank you. Thank you,” he repeated.

The sight of him squirming beneath you and his cum seeping out between your legs triggered your second orgasm. You grinded up and down on him slowly, riding out your high.

“Shit, that’s my good boy,” you breathed.

Once you’d caught your breath rolled off him. You hadn’t realised how tired you were until your back hit the mattress. Spencer rolled onto his side and gazed up at you. You kissed his forehead lightly, running your hand over the red mark on his neck where your hand had been.

“Sorry about that,” you mumbled tiredly.

“It’s worth it,” he replied, smiling.

Spencer yawned and you reached over to turn out the light.

“Goodnight baby, I love you,” you whispered.

I love you,” he replied. And you both fell into a steady sleep.

The next morning you and Spencer were the last to stumble onto the jet. Getting up at the break of dawn wasn’t easy after what you’d done the night before. You slumped yourselves down opposite Morgan and Garcia who exchanged a look you were too exhausted to distinguish.

“Morning, sleepyheads,” Morgan said with a little too much enthusiasm considering the early hour. The two of you just groaned in response leaning on each other with closed eyes, drifting off again.

The flight was quiet. Everyone still tired from the previous case. However, you were woken by the childish giggling and whispering of the two agents opposite you.

“What’s so funny,” you said groggily, annoyed they’d awoken you.

“Oh, nothing,” Garcia said, not very convincingly.

You shifted into a more upright position which you knew woke Spencer up, but he didn’t open his eyes.

“Garcia, you should know better than to lie on a plane full of profilers.”

She shared a knowing look with Morgan and they began to laugh again.

You rolled your eyes. You didn’t have the energy to deal with them right now. You were just about to attempt to get some more sleep before you landed when you heard your two friends saying something that made your eyes widen.

‘Oh, yes mommy,” Morgan, chuckled. “Fuck me, mommy.”

“Good boy,” Garcia mocked you. “That’s good, baby.”

On hearing this Spencer sprang up, his jaw dropped. You both sat there in shock. In fact, the whole team had turned to look at the four of you with puzzled expressions.

“What the hell was that?” JJ asked.

“His words, not mine,” Morgan said, pointing at Spencer. “The walls of that inn were pretty thin. And I thought I told you not to have too much fun last night, pretty boy,”

“At least he’s having ‘fun’,” Rossi argued, putting air quotes around the word fun. “What did you do when you went into your room last night, Derek?”

“I slept,” he replied.

“My point exactly,” Rossi said before looking back out the window.

“You know, if you wanted, we could’ve had some fun last night too, hot stuff,” Garcia giggled.

“I think we’ll leave that to these two lovers over here,” Morgan said.

Spencer’s face had flushed bright red and you hid your face in your hands.

“Remind me to never beg you for sex when those two are near us ever again,” Spencer murmured.

“Noted.”

[dreamingroleplayer]

Screaming, squealing, crying and swooning at this story I found online, "Flour Power" by Watchman

I SWEAR it seems to incapsulate everything I love about the kink so obviously I'll show it to you and hope you'll appreciate as much as me (did I ever tell you I'm always open for rp? 👀)

Premise: Who is the secret admirer that's been sending Rebecca love letters? When her friend Edward refuses to spill the beans on what he knows, Rebecca decides it might be time for a bit of friendly persuasion.

Enjoy~✨

It was dark by the time Edward left his office. The air was mild outside, but the town seemed subdued under the streetlights. He walked briskly among crowds of people who were returning home from work. The sign on the door of Groves bakers had been switched over to show ‘Closed’. Only a faint light from the back of the store gave any indication that there might still be someone inside. Edward paused for a moment and then knocked on the door. A few seconds later a figure emerged and ushered him inside.

Rebecca kissed him briefly on the cheek and smiled. “Hi, Ed. I just have a couple of things to put away downstairs and then I’ll be ready. The movie doesn’t start for another forty minutes so there’s no rush.”

Edward followed her behind the counter to the back of the store. A set of narrow stairs led them down to a compact basement area where a large oven dominated one of the walls. There was a work surface lined with empty baking trays and beside that, a small sink and drainer. The place seemed imbued with a cosy warmth. Across the room were a table and two chairs.

“Take a seat if you want,” Rebecca offered.

He sat down and watched as she collected a couple of trays from the oven and stacked them by the sink. There was a whooshing noise as a tap was turned on. Rebecca took a cloth and rubbed down the work surfaces with vigorous strokes. Edward was quite happy to sit and watch her at work, to enjoy the moving shape of her body as she went about her business.

“Is it cold outside?” Rebecca asked him.

“No. It’s actually rather mild.”

She switched off the tap and the silence rendered everything more intimate. “I got this new scarf at the weekend. Perfect for the winter…” She produced a patterned length of silk that was coloured a pale blue. “Don’t you think the fabric feels nice?”

She moved in behind him, stroked his arm gently and wrapped the scarf around one wrist and then the other. The fabric tickled the hairs on his arm. Edward found himself distracted by the contact. He could smell Rebecca’s perfume and instinctively he turned his head towards her.

“What are you doing?” He found his wrists caught between the back of the chair and the fabric of the scarf, as though she were wrapping him up like an exotic parcel.

“Um, nothing…” She leant down and kissed him briefly on the lips. “There.” She pulled the knot she’d made tighter and Edward tensed his arms. “I’ve always fancied having a man at my mercy.”

Rebecca moved back to face him properly. Her saw that her eyes were wide open, watching him greedily.

“This is just like one of those cop movies. Maybe I should be asking you probing questions.”

“What questions?” Edward felt vaguely worried. It couldn’t be about the letters, surely. There was no way she could know the truth about the letters.

“I seem to be getting teased mercilessly these days. I figure it’s someone else’s turn for a change. And right now it looks as though you’re going to be it.”

“Honestly Rebecca, I tease myself more than anyone else. You know it’s just a bit of fun.”

“Well maybe I fancy having a bit of fun too.”

As though she’d worked out every step of this encounter, Rebecca picked a large sack of flour from the floor. She poured a small mound into the cupped palm of her right hand and moved toward Edward. For a moment, as she crouched down, they were looking at each other eye to eye. He couldn’t help delighting in this chance to admire the sleek beauty of her face at close quarters. She leant in closer and smiled.

Rebecca released a sharp gust of breath and a cloud of flour exploded into his face. “Oops…”

He blinked rapidly, took several sharp breaths and shook his head to try and disperse the flour. He felt his nostrils prickle as part of the cloud found its way up his nose. He didn’t want to sneeze, but he couldn’t help himself. His hands were securely bound and he couldn’t even stifle the sound.

“Ahhh…shooo!”

Rebecca laughed. “Oh dear. I’m so sorry Ed, that flour seems to have got everywhere…”

Edward felt his skin reddening. He was acutely uncomfortable. His nose itched like mad. In his head he recalled the earlier image of Rebecca and the shop and the sneeze that had followed; all somehow inextricably linked. Even now, in this strangest of circumstances, he couldn’t help noticing he was feeling a little aroused.

He tried to steer his thoughts back to the matter at hand. “Why did you … why …” but he couldn’t complete the question before another sneeze, this one louder than the last, exploded out of him. “Heckshooo!”

“Poor Ed, you look so uncomfortable. Trust me, I know what it’s like working here. Breathe in too much of that flour and you can find yourself sneezing for hours.”

Edward didn’t have an answer. He sniffed gallantly and then succumbed to another sneeze. “Heck-asssshoo.”

Rebecca smiled. “You know what I’d recommend? You need to clear your sinuses. A good blow ought to do it.” She took out a neatly folded handkerchief from her coat pocket and waved it towards Edward. “Hmm. I’d lend you this, but you don’t seem to have a free hand right now.”

“You could always untie me.”

“Yes, but this is so much more fun. I suppose I might be persuaded to release you. Maybe in exchange for a little bit of information.”

“Inf -” Edward gasped, caught on the brink of another sneeze. “What information?”

“The mystery admirer. I’d like you to tell me who it is.”

“Oh that…” Edward looked wearily at the handkerchief that Rebecca had placed just out of his reach. Each time he sniffed it felt as though the agony in his nose got worse. He wanted to let it all out, his senses felt ready to burst open. It was hard to disguise the exquisite torture he felt and yet at the same time the fact that it was exciting him was becoming patently obvious. He bit his lower lip and prayed Rebecca wouldn’t notice.

“I was just messing,” he pleaded. “I don’t really know anything.”

Rebecca stared coolly at him. “I don’t believe you.”

Edward tried to think of an answer he could give that might persuade Rebecca to untie him, but his mind was blank. The irritation in his nose was incredible and without a free hand to stifle it he felt utterly helpless. The relief when he sneezed again was so intense it almost took his breath away. He had no desire to be the centre of attention, but right now the thought of another sneeze of that same intensity seemed almost too good to contain. He let out a sigh that was part relief and part longing.

“Maybe I got this all wrong. You’re supposed to be in agony, but it looks to me like you’re enjoying yourself.” Rebecca placed a hand on his trousers and ran her fingers back and forth along the pronounced outline of his penis. “I’m sure there’s a name for people who enjoy being teased like this.”

Edward shook his head and then sneezed again. “Huh … hupshooo!”

Rebecca grinned. “No, I don’t think that’s it.”

He drew another laboured breath, aware of a strong desire to sneeze again. The thought alone seemed to fascinate him to the point of distraction.

Rebecca was watching him, her eyes bright with curiosity. “I have a man at my complete mercy only to find he’s enjoying it more than I am. How strange. Maybe instead of interrogating you I should find something more productive to be doing with you.” She stroked his penis again, pushed her hands up higher, feeling under his shirt to his smooth skin and bony frame. “Yes, I reckon that could be much more fun.”

Edward sneezed. He flexed his hands, not quite able to believe he was still tied up, and tried to reach for the handkerchief that lay near his feet. Before he could test the strength of his bonds further, Rebecca climbed on top of him.

“You can clear your sinuses later. Right now there’s something more important I want you to concentrate on.”

She unzipped his trousers and pushed them roughly to the floor. Her coat was off and she was hitching up her skirt.

Edward turned his head away and sneezed again. “Huh-mmmpf!” Alarmingly he noticed his penis give a quick jolt, as though a small spark of pleasure had passed through him. And perhaps it had. He could no longer discern any sense in what was happening, but each sneeze was being released like a miniature orgasm and leaning over him now was the woman he’d fantasised over for months. She was grinning like a cat who’d snared a prize catch.

Rebecca put a finger to his lips and purred: “See if you can stop sneezing for a few seconds and give me your undivided attention…”

He sniffed forlornly and tried to steady his breathing.

Rebecca ran her hands hungrily across his shoulders, dug deep into the skin on his back. The room seemed to have grown warmer, as though someone had switched the oven on. She pushed his penis inside her, watching him the whole time. He could feel her warmth, her wetness, the sense that she might consume him then and there if she could. He was unused to being outmanoeuvred, but any struggle he made just seemed to heighten the sensation as she moved against him. Unlike his business meetings, there was no bluff here.

Edward was so busy trying to reconcile these conflicting emotions that he forgot all about the incessant itch in his nose. Out of nowhere he sneezed again, not once, not twice, but three times in quick succession.

“Hushoooo! Hushooo! Heckshewww!”

His head was buried below her shoulder. “I’m sorry…,” he mumbled.

“That’s okay. It feels kind of interesting when you sneeze. Your penis sort of twitches. Actually you feel very nice.”

She rocked up and down against him, forcing him in deeper and deeper. Her hands stroked his hair and she whispered: “You know what Ed, I’d quite like it if you could sneeze again.”

A part of Edward’s mind considered the request. He wasn’t really conscious of what he could or couldn’t do, but by sniffing in air through his clogged up nose it seemed to make the irritation much more intense. He lost the rhythm of her movement for a moment as his whole body tensed. And then:

“Hahshooo! Chewww! Ahhhshoooo!”

He felt his body spasm, muscles clench and unclench. Rebecca shivered and gave out an audible groan. He was desperate and hungry, no longer able to hold himself back. His breath came in deep gasps. He felt as if he were falling or the room was rearranging itself around him. At the moment of orgasm he cried out in spite of himself. Afterwards Rebecca held him. The motion between them lessened and soon all he could hear was his own heartbeat. Rebecca buried her head against his shoulder and then leant across to kiss him.

“Thank you,” she whispered. “It’s been a pleasure doing business with you.”

She moved to untie the scarf from around his wrists and then carefully rearranged her clothes. Almost as an afterthought she retrieved the handkerchief and passed it across to him. He clutched it gratefully, stifling a final sneeze in the process.

Rebecca laughed. “Oops, I think we missed our movie.”

Edward was too dazed to reply. He sniffed and then blew his nose.

"I hope you don’t mind what happened. You see it’s been driving me nuts, all these letters, all this secret admirer stuff. I simply had to know. And I’m so glad I finally found out.”

Absently Edward folded the handkerchief back up. “But I didn’t tell you anything …”

Rebecca hugged him again and then kissed him firmly on the lips. She smiled. “Yes, well perhaps I’ve worked it out for myself.”

Five minutes later Edward found himself standing out on the street, trying to make sense of all that had just happened. And as he walked back home, all he could think about was the love letters he had written and then been too shy to send. He had a whole pile stacked up in a drawer in his bedroom. He wondered who Rebecca’s real secret admirer was. He smiled. After tonight perhaps it didn’t matter

[i-did-not-mean-to]

MAY-U - Ori x OC

Ah, a bit of self-indulgent nonsense!

Characters: Ori x OC

Prompts: Bookshop - Chiropractor - Librarian - Two things can be true at the same time

Words: 2 200

Warnings: FTM character, slight nudity, massages, innuendo

“Say, Charlie,” Fíli looked up from his beer with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “Would you do me a favour?”

Charlotte, who only loathed her family’s nickname more than her actual, official name, narrowed her deep green eyes in instinctive suspicion before cocking her head inquisitively. “You can always ask. I still owe you one for letting me use your body for my anatomy study.”

“Abuse, you mean?” Fíli cackled and punched her shoulder playfully.

She’d known the young man for years and usually trusted him fully, but she’d witnessed the catastrophic consequences of his present facial expression once too often not to be wary of his next words.

“I’ve got this friend,” he started in his most melodious and persuasive voice, lifting his strong hands to nip her protest in the bud. “He’s been studying hard to become a librarian, and all these hours hunched over heavy books have left him with a sore neck.”

When she merely stared at him in wordless outrage, he chuckled. “He’s working in the little bookshop by the campus, and I’m sure he could get you a discount on that absurdly weighty tome of technical literature you’ve been eyeing!”

This gave Charlie pause; she’d been in that establishment more than once, but she couldn’t recall ever spotting a conspicuous hunchback on the premises. Then again, she was not actively paying attention to people when there were so many interesting and desirable books around.

“I’m a medical professional, not a masseuse,” she finally muttered. “And I’m not even licensed yet—I can’t go treating people willy-nilly.”

“Oh no,” Fíli exclaimed triumphantly. “This would be strictly non-professional. Really, it would be unethical of me to suggest otherwise.”

“So, he’s hot,” Charlie grunted as soon as she realised she’d blindly run right into the trap her friend had set for her without so much as earnestly trying to dissimulate it.

With a charming grin, Fíli shrugged. “Couldn’t say—I’m not into men. I don’t think there’s anything really wrong with him, so there is no need for you to deploy all your professional skills. See? No ethical dilemma—it’s just a little favour amongst friends.”

“That man—what’s his name?—is not my friend, though,” Charlie protested weakly, thinking of the book she desired so passionately and could not possibly afford.

“His name is Ori, and he could become your friend. I’ll tell him you’ll swing by—I’ll even throw in a pizza for the both of you to enjoy once the deep tissue massage is over.”

“You should have become a salesman,” Charlie grumbled but reluctantly agreed to present herself in the cosy bookshop the following day.

“You’re the best. I promise you won’t regret it,” Fíli cheered, pressed a resounding kiss onto her cheek, and sauntered out of the small pub without paying his tab.

Ori kept glancing at the door as if he expected Death personified to stroll in at any moment.

Ever since Fíli had ambushed him at closing time the previous day, he’d been in a state of high alert that did nothing for his already painfully tense neck and shoulder muscles.

Toying with a bookmark absent-mindedly, the future librarian wondered whether all Fíli’s friends were de facto worried whenever he declared that he had an “idea”. At first, the promise of a free massage had sounded too good to be true—Ori knew that he was in desperate need of a bit of relaxation—but, only too soon, that fleeting sense of nascent ease had dissolved in a surge of paralysing panic.

“Did you tell your friend…You know…?” he’d squeaked, dreading whatever answer Fíli could have given.

“I’ve told Charlie that it would not be a professional chiropractor session, so there was no ethical dilemma impeding the obtainment of a license in the future,” Fíli had grinned. “Just a little kneading between friends!”

“You know exactly what I mean! What did you say about me?”

“Nothing! I want it to be a surprise. We’re friends, after all, and all my friends deserve good things!”

“I am not a good thing!” Ori had exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air helplessly.

“To Charlie, you will be. Now shut up and don’t look a gift horse in the mouth!”

The mere insinuation that he was being ungrateful had had a chilling effect on Ori, and so, he had simply done as he’d been told and kept his mouth shut.

Only 10 more minutes until closing time, he now thought nervously as his eyes flew to the clock once more. Maybe, that mysterious friend would not show up after all. No doubt, Fíli’s college buddies had better things to do than to go dispensing much-needed healing interventions—free of charge moreover—to random bookworms they’d never met.

And then, the bell over the door jingled and a young woman strode in, her curly hair tousled by the wind and her round cheeks flushed with colour.

Ori’s heart sank.

“Oh Fíli, you ass,” she cursed under her breath as she approached the counter with unwavering determination.

Ori, who’d always felt so safe behind the solid wood, all of a sudden couldn’t shake the sensation of being woefully exposed on the small dais, akin to a sacrificial lamb about to meet its bloody demise.

“You must be Ori,” she said in lieu of a proper greeting. “How come I’ve never seen you around? Surely, I should have…”

“You’re a girl,” Ori replied sheepishly. “Fíli didn’t say…He let me believe…”

“Righto!” She threw her head back and laughed, wishing Fíli to hell for playing wicked games with his so-called friends’ emotions. “I’m Charlie, and I’ve been told that you needed a neck massage.”

“Charlie,” Ori replied softly, the wheels in his head clicking softly into place. He knew her—of course, he did.

The small, curvy woman had come in several times in the last few weeks to look at one specific book, and he’d often wondered whether he should simply offer to use his employee discount for her to purchase it. Ori knew they’d never sell the blasted thing at full price anyway; it was much too expensive and heavy, and the internet had made it patently obsolete.

“Do you want the book?” he asked as if he’d not heard or processed her very clear explanation for her presence in the shop.

“No, well yes, but not now…You’re almost off, aren’t you? Do you live far? I don’t think that you’d want to do this at your workplace, would you?” Charlie bit her lip nervously, blinking rapidly when Ori only stared at her, dumbfounded, instead of answering.

"Very close, actually. I have…I rent the flat upstairs, so…Do you really want to do that?”

No, Charlie thought, but she’d given her word to Fíli, and she was not the kind of woman to flake even if she was aware that she’d been tricked mercilessly. She’d not grant her friend the satisfaction of having cowed her so easily!

Ori, as she had secretly suspected, was exactly her type—pale and doe-eyed, he had the elfin charm of a porcelain doll and hair shimmering in all the shades of a midnight bonfire.

Few were the people who knew that Charlotte, her parents’ perfect princess, was both astoundingly indiscriminate when it came to the gender of her partners and laughably partial to gingers.

Fíli, of course, was one of those rare chosen ones who were all too aware of that particular proclivity of hers, and a part of her resented him ferociously for having hidden away a rare beauty like Ori all this time.

“Better late than never,” she muttered to herself as she watched Ori lock the register hastily and turn down the lights.

From his reduced range of motion and frequent wincing, she could deduce that Fíli had indeed been right in his layman’s diagnosis, and her professional pride was awakened at once.

Even though they all agreed that it would be better for her not to deploy any overly technical manoeuvres, she couldn’t help but think that a proper deep tissue massage would do wonders for the poor wretch.

“You know that for this to work, you’ll need to relax sooner or later, right?” she teased gently when Ori gestured at the small, squeaking door leading to the backroom jerkily.

The small “hmph” sound that escaped her host as he climbed the rickety stairs stiffly ahead of her made her smile instinctively, and she impetuously vowed that she’d make him unwind at all costs.

His flat turned out to be so small that they walked through the door and right into his crowded living room, and Charlie breathed in the warm, dusty air greedily as if she could learn more about the enthralling tenant through mere inhalation.

“Erm, do you need anything?” Ori asked, kneading his fingers fitfully as he tried to push a pair of worn sneakers under the couch with his heel. “A drink or…”

“A flat surface,” Charlie replied calmly. “If possible one that is accessible from every side…and a lemonade, if you have one.”

She’d only added the last part to give him the illusion of control, and she suppressed another grin when he dashed into the adjoining kitchen right away.

Oh yes, Fíli would definitely pay for this!

Listening to the clinking of glassware and the thump of a fridge door being opened and closed, Charlie assessed the cramped living room. If she half-converted the rickety sofa bed, she could push aside the coffee table and walk around the furniture with ease…she had to keep herself distracted, lest she dwell too long and too intensely on the endearingly wavering smile or the deep, dark eyes of her unwitting host.

“Here we are,” Ori spoke behind her and handed her a promotional glass with another heart-wrenching smile that made her shiver with joyful anticipation of she knew not what exactly. “I can give you every discount in the system for the book; I’m sure we can bring it down to an almost reasonable price!”

He was sweet, Charlie realised, and that alone made her all but forget about the blasted volume of wisdom, slumbering in the fragrant darkness downstairs.

“Let me earn it,” she purred, feeling for her bag across the mutilated couch. “Why don’t you take off your sweatshirt? You’re not allergic to arnica or mint, right?”

Ori shook his head but didn’t undress.

“There is something you need to know,” he murmured, visibly ill at ease. “Fíli should have told you, really, but…”

Beneath his wispy beard, his face filled with colour, and Charlie gripped her bag tighter to keep her hands from reaching out to dip her fingers into that entrancing pool of blossoming pink.

She nodded encouragingly.

“I was not…My biological sex does not correspond to my gender identity,” he said firmly, belying the tension in his shoulders and the quiver in his lower lip. “But I am a man!”

“Two things can be true at the same time,” Charlie replied in her most professional tone. “As it is, I might also need a towel, please. I will not ask you to take off any more than your sweatshirt if you’re not comfortable with that, but I need to have access to your shoulders. We usually cover the chest area of people with breasts.”

“Oh, they’re not worth the hassle,” Ori chuckled nervously. “So, I just wanted you to know…in case that changes things for you.”

“Other than me asking for a towel, not really. Why would it?” Charlie was genuinely confused. “Right. You’re only here as a favour to Fíli…I didn’t mean to imply anything improper…I’m sorry!”

“You’re cute,” Charlie interrupted his self-conscious waffling resolutely. “Fíli knew precisely what he was doing.”

She grabbed him by the shoulders, digging her fingers into the tense muscle tentatively, and looked him in the eye. “It changes nothing. Now, let’s start before I forget myself!”

Her breathy confession seemed to embolden Ori considerably, for he tore off his woollen sweater in one fluid motion and tossed it aside.

“Sports bra! Sensible choice!” Charlie praised and motioned at the cleared sofa bed. “Lay down please.”

On account of her previous act of unsanctioned vandalism, she now could comfortably crouch over him for the first part of the massage and thus managed to apply enough pressure to work out the knots of compounded tension progressively.

“You should watch your posture!” Charlie muttered as she got up and walked around the piece of furniture to stand over her softly moaning new friend.

“Will you come back if I don’t?” he asked dreamily.

“I’ll come back if you ask me back,” she replied immediately. “I’d rather not see you in pain, though. Now close your eyes and enjoy!”

No matter what she’d said before, she had to admit that she was thoroughly enjoying this, and—even though her hands grew tired—she wished that this moment would never end.

“Charlie,” Ori whispered then. “As this is in no way a professional intervention, I can take off the bra, if…”

“Yes,” she said with unmistakable fervour, relieved that her unshakeable sense of professional ethics would not be compromised by whatever happened next. “Please!”

↬ Masterlist

Thank you so much for joining me on this new adventure.

@fellowshipofthefics here's the next one for May!

Lots of love from me!

[goatcheesecak3]

HI DO YOU WRITE FOR MATT FROM DYING BREED????

if so...... can you do a fic where him and reader (m!reader preferred but thats up to u :3) take a bath together???? it doesnt have to be smutty, just... some silly fluff???

Trip to Scotland

Matt x GN!Reader

fic type: fluff

warnings: none

summary: You and your boyfriend Matt enjoy a nice day out on your holiday, followed by a cosy evening sharing a bath

A/N hello! thank you so so so so much for requesting a Matt fic! He's so pretty i love himb. also!! i wrote this with the intention of making it x m!reader, but like halfway through i realised that i hadn't actually used any pronouns for the reader, so i just stuck with that, hope that's okay!

It had been a year since you and matt had visited rural Tasmania and suffered a terrible ordeal. Somehow, despite all the turmoil you’d gone through, not only had you and Matt stayed together, but you hadn’t let the events of that trip ruin travelling for you. Deciding that the pair of you wanted a change of setting, you had taken a trip to the beautiful Scottish highlands. A whole two weeks on a quaint little peninsular, surrounded by rolling hills and luxurious green fields spread across the land like velvet bedsheets. Having an aversion to camping, after your last trip, the pair of you had opted to stay in a gorgeous renovated mill house, with all it’s original architecture still in tact. This was most definitely a smart move on your part, taking advantage of the amenities of a house was by far preferable to a dirty tent.

This getaway consisted of long days hiking, visiting out of the way historical landmarks, and cosy evenings curled up by the fireplace. However, on one particularly rainy day, the two of you had decided against braving the treacherous conditions, and instead opted to visit a distillery.

“Babe, look!” Matt exclaimed excitedly, pointing towards a kiosk in the gift shop. A little sign read “free samples.”

“Knock yourself out, babe” you smiled. You were driving that day, so you couldn’t exactly sit around tasting whisky, so instead you had a little gander around the rest of the shop.

You found an adorable beanie, navy blue with an embroidered wild boar on it – it was the perfect gift for Matt, you always thought that blue brought out his eyes. After checking out, you found Matt back at the kiosk, having just purchased a pretty fancy bottle of whisky.

“For us tonight” He grinned, shaking the bottle by the neck, before slipping it into his bag.

“Now that is an idea I can get behind” you grinned, as the two of you left the distillery, “come on, you” you giggled, pulling him into your car.

The rain persisted throughout the rest of the day as the two of you browsed local knick-knack and gift shops. Matt looked cute enough to put in your pocket in his new beanie, which he was incredibly grateful for by the evening when the temperature began to drop. But soon enough, not even knitwear could keep either of you warm, so you decided to call it a day and head back to the mill house.

The crackling fire punctuated the sweet silence of the living room, as you snuggled up in an armchair to catch up on some reading. The reading was going to have to wait, however, when Matt burst into the room, an excited look on his face.

“Y/n, come with me” he beamed, his cheeks rosy from the warmth of the fire hitting his face.

“May I ask what exactly I’m giving up my precious reading time for?” you chortled.

“Just come onnnn” he whinged needily, holding out a hand for you to take.

It took no more persuasion for you to follow Matt and his longing green eyes upstairs, as he lead you to the bathroom.

He’d run a bath and set two tumblers and the bottle of whisky on a stool next to the tub. Matt stood proudly in the doorway.

“Now, I’m no genius, but I think drinking fancy scotch in a bath with your boyfriend is a lot more fun than drinking it alone with a book” He winked.

“I don’t know… books are pretty great” you teased sarcastically, already getting undressed.

…

Leaning back into Matt’s chest, you sipped your drink and closed your eyes, letting the hot water run all over you. Matt’s soft hands tenderly rubbed up and down your arms, his chin resting in the crook of your shoulder.

“Better than a book now?” He whispered

“yeah, something like that” you smirked, turning to look at him.

He pressed a delicate kiss onto your cheek, his arms weaving their way around your waist and holding you close.

“You’re gorgeous, you know that?” he mumbled, the alcohol rendering him a soppy and affectionate mess – not that you minded.

“you’re not so bad yourself” you smirked.

“I’m serious, Y/N, look at you. I can’t believe I’m in a beautiful country, drinking the fanciest bloody whisky I’ve ever had, in a bath with the sexiest person I’ve ever seen.”

It usually took a lot to render you speechless, in fact more often than not, you had an answer for everything. But when the love of your life looked at you with those mesmerising eyes, so full of love and admiration, you almost forgot how to speak. You knew that no words could ever do justice for the way you felt about him, so instead you turned your body to face him, cupped his face and kissed him.

“Love you so fuckin much” you mumbled against his lips, earning a giggle and a squeeze around your waist from Matt.

“I love you too, baby” he replied.

[seas-of-silver]

For the sentence ask game:

"It was chilly that night and Marinette found herself missing her cozier coat"

Hehe

It was chilly that night and Marinette found herself missing her cosier coat. She knew she should have taken it but no - Alya managed to convince her that he cute outfit shouldn't be covered by a coat, and that the weather forecast said it was going to be a warm evening.

The weather forecast lied and Marinette was never taking fashion advice from Alya again.

Marinette had heard about an opera production currently playing in Paris that had won awards for their gorgeous costume designs, and had lamented to her friends during lunch at school that the tickets had all been sold out, so she couldn't go see them. The next day, Adrien had turned up at her home with two tickets to that very show, asking if she'd like to go see it with him. She had surprised them both with her enthusiastic hug and even more enthusiastic acceptance of his offer. She had felt on top of the world for the rest of the day, and started working on her outfit for the opera as soon as she came home from school.

She knew she should have worn her coat. Yes, her dress was beautiful and she was so very proud of it, but the coat went well with her dress and, more importantly, kept her warm. Now, she was walking side by side with Adrien along the Seine, a walk that should have her blushing furiously from how romantic it was, but all she could think of was how she wished to trade her flimsy shawl for her cosy coat. Damn Alya and her persuasive abilities.

'Are you cold?' Adrien's voice cut through her thoughts and she looked up to see his kind eyes smiling down at her.

'Oh! Um, a little,' she admitted, silently admonishing herself for not paying attention to their conversation.

Adrien simply removed his blazer and draped it around her shoulders, holding it steady in place as she unwound her arms from around her torso to put her them through the sleeves.

'There,' he declared softly, giving the blazer an appraising look before meeting her eyes. 'Better?'

'Much, thank you,' she replied with equal softness.

He picked up her hands and held them tenderly, his thumbs brushing her knuckles as he looked at their joined hands. He hummed.

'Your hands are cold, too,' he observed, his voice laced with concern, 'and I don't have any gloves to give you.'

'Oh! You don't have to-' she began, but cut herself off when he gently let her into a half-turn so that she ended up in his arms with their joined hands crossed in front of her.

'Is it okay if I hold your hands to keep them warm?' he asked, eyes sparkling with delight.

She couldn't help the little squeak that escaped her.

'More than okay,' she answered.

Maybe she'll let Alya off the hook just this once.

~/~

Ask game: Give me the first sentence and I'll write a short piece for it!

[kingkatsuki]

So I’ve been watching Full House a lot lately because it’s my nieces latest obsession. (She’s got a thing for 80s John Stamos) And we’re at the part of the show where uncle Jesse discovers that his wife his pregnant with twins. It got me thinking about how Bakugou would react to hearing the news. It’s one thing to plan for one baby but TWO? I feel like he’d be in shock for a few hours before his mind goes straight into over protective gear. He already had on rest mode but he’s practically got you on bed rest now, making all of the snack runs or making Kirishima get them for you.

No but imagine he got home from work and he found out you went baby shopping or to the coffee shop or something alone. He’d be going absolutely insane🥺😂

But it’s not his fault, he’s been so excited to have kids and now he’s having two at the same time?🥺 he just wants everything to be perfect.

He sends Kiri to look after you on your days off and the poor man cannot control you for the life of him, so he’s there trying to get you to stay home and safe like Bakugou requested but you’re going to lunch. And Bakugou FaceTimes Kiri to check up on how you’re doing and he sees you both sitting in a cosy cafe drinking tea and eating lunch and he’s like “What the fuck, Kiri??”

And Kiri is just like “I’m sorry man, she’s so persuasive. And look at these burgers they’re so good!” And you’re pulling the phone out of Kiri’s hands to be like “We’re fine, Katsu. Come join us for lunch?”

[ebony-underscore]

Flondon OC Smash or Pass

Rules: pretty self explanatory. include physical descriptions or pics, and propaganda. the “other” label can be used for “sexuality misalignment” (ie: oc is femme and you’re gay, vice versa or you aren’t into smashing but a specific thing you wanna do with them like perhaps hug or study them under a microscope idc).

Tagged by @the-perspicacious-mercenary (poll: x)

Name: Ruse Charter

Age: Mid-late 20s (they have no idea)

Gender: They have been known to dabble in it (they/them)

Sexuality: Panromantic Asexual

Pros:

Love language is gift-giving and acts of service

Will almost always drop what they're doing to spend time with you

Very polite

Writes poetry :] 

Loves learning new skills even if they absolutely suck at it

Enough charm to weasel their way into most places

Persuasive main

Owns a bookshop. Ideal for cosy vibes. And also books.

Has So many masks. Great partner for masquerades and/or general hiding of identity

Correspondent! They can compliment you in languages so hot they catch fire

If you're nice you can share some of their brandy (this may be partially so they can study it, but mostly bc they're nice ofc)

Eh:

Can talk for Hours about books. They fucking love books. You will experience infodumping.

Habit of leaning on people unless you tell them not to

Sometimes there's two of them

Can be reduced to flustered mess by affection

They are almost always wearing some kind of mask

✨Dramatic✨

Cons:

Terrible arachnophobia. Dealing with spiders will be your job

Has severe people-pleaser disease and a habit of neglecting their own wellbeing for the sake of helping others

They don't think that's a problem

Relies a lot on chance and good fortune to carry them rather than their own skills

Abysmal shadowy stats

Frequent visitor of tomb colonies

They are really big on Not Dying (they haven't died yet, they intend to keep it that way. This may take priority over other things.)

Won't touch Parabola unless they Absolutely Have To

Occasionally sets things on fire

Gets very defensive about the mask thing. You do not try to take it off them without permission or they will stab you

If they're sleeping with you they probably want something

Do not leave them around large bodies of water for too long they start getting weird (very stormy-eyed)

Tagging uhh... idk anyone who wants to join in but hasn't been tagged yet. This is your excuse now.

[apalestar]

Ren's seen it. Spied Astarion reading a new Drizzt book he's never even heard of. He puts on an air of offense as he approaches Astarion, hands set on his hips when he reaches the other elf. The drama!

"A new Drizzt book and you didn't tell me?" He pouts! So rude. "You wound me, Astarion. I don't think I'll recover lest you read it with me."

@seldariine wanted Astarion to read smut aloud.

Quite the collection he amassed of Drizzt related items. Who was he deny himself something he enjoyed without an overbearing master peering over his shoulder to snatch it away? Astarion was merely a creature of vice after all. His fingers thumbed through the pages of this sordid and surprisingly well written little piece of smut. The writer certainly quite imaginative of what the Drow could do with those nimble fingers of his. Better that the star of the novel, their protagonist, was also of the masculine persuasion.

Only the sensitive hearing of his pointed ears spared him from the embarrassment of being startled. His thumb inched to hold the line from which he was interrupted. Ah, how could he forget Ren loved the tales nearly as much as he? The pout used to great effect he wagered to have others cave to his whims. Even he admitted it was quite cute. “Oh dear. I have wounded you, haven’t I?"

“Denied you a delightful tale of our famed ranger and his quest to sate his desires.” His voice pitched into that sultry lilt of his. One he often employed when speaking of something of a more carnal nature. Now he tagged the corner of the page. Body shifted to accommodate Ren. Seated on his carpet of red and surrounded by his menagerie of pillows; a cosy little setup if he did say so himself.

“Allow me to remedy that for you.” His free hand made a come hither motion. He started at the beginning with Drizzt in a tavern…

[anniebaxterthefuture]

They say misery loves company, and yet Annabelle couldn’t even get that right. 

Her night had been looking so promising when Annie had stood in front of her bedroom mirror, perfecting her makeup, slipping into what could only be described as the most gorgeous dress any woman had ever worn. Her father had the piece specifically commissioned for Annie’s birthday, and she’d been waiting for exactly the right time to wear it. Stupidly, she’d believed that tonight would be the special occasion to end all special occasions. 

For the past 3 weeks, Annie had been talking to Troy. He was a cute guy she’d met online, some model that Matty knew. Not that the Brit was aware the two had been exchanging DMs, but they’d hit it off almost instantly, Troy sweet-talking her and lamenting the fact that he’d still not met her in person. After a little persuasion, Annie had finally agreed to go on a date with him; her first date. Ever. The two had agreed on New Year’s Eve, Annabelle delighting in the idea that she might actually get to kiss somebody when the clock struck midnight, the stuff of fairytales, something she had only ever dreamed of. 

She knew she’d get into all kinds of trouble if she admitted to her father what she was really doing tonight. She’d enlisted the help of Jax for getting her out of the house for the evening, insisting to her overprotective father that the two wouldn’t leave each other’s side, promising that the man she’d grown so close to would have her home before 1am. He trusted Jax with her implicitly and had agreed, bestowing a warm kiss to her cheek before she’d gleefully launched herself into Jackson’s arms, her friend wincing under the full force of her affection. Annie’s frame was slight, practically made of air in comparison with Jax in all his chiseled, six-foot-nothing glory, but she’d gotten used to being gentler with him since his accident. Still, she was excited and not quite thinking straight. 

When the two of them had arrived at A Novel Idea, arm-in-arm and one of Jaxxy’s jackets draped over her shoulders, she’d been elated. The night was young and she was positive it could only get better from there-on. After shrugging off his jacket and returning it to him with a curtsy, Annabelle had pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose and made him swear he would tell nobody she was there. She didn’t need word of her lies getting back to Daddy, and Jackson was happy to skulk off and keep himself busy for the evening – she rather hoped he’d find a sexy guy to make out with to help him forget about prick of the century, Asher Boyd, but she wouldn’t get her hopes up. 

Fast forward to several hours later and absolutely no sign of Troy. Tucked into a quiet, dimly lit corner, Annie had anxiously checked, double-checked, and triple-checked her phone to see if the man had texted her. She’d foolishly hoped he might have some excuse for why he was running so late – hours late, in fact – but had no such luck. Her heart sunk in her chest, a lump forming in her throat, humiliation washing over her. She’d been so stupid, and now she was stuck in this stupid dress, hiding from everybody. 

She’d spotted Elias and Matty multiple times, had even embarrassed herself by slipping behind a bookcase so that the two of them wouldn’t spot her. She didn’t need to ruin everybody else’s night just because hers had sucked so much. When the coast had been clear, she’d slid back into her seat and decided to wait there for the rest of the night; Jackson would find her when it was time to go home, she was sure. She’d let him have his fun and say nothing of Troy. 

The bell tolled as midnight rang through, cheers erupted inside the cosy bookstore, and Annabelle sadly watched on as friends and couples embraced, joined together in celebration, sharing kisses both platonic and romantic alike. She sighed, jealousy searing through her chest as she watched from afar as Elias coaxed a hand through Matty’s hair, their lips meeting as the two tangled themselves together, a safe haven away from the watchful eye of Ferrari. 

She turned her gaze back to her phone once more, restless and miserable as she tried to pull up Troy’s profile once more. She frowned, lips parting in confusion as she pulled up his instagram profile. Instead of the endless array of charming, sexy photoshoots that had littered his profile hours before, it was now emblazoned with the words No posts yet. She couldn’t make sense of it – why would he take down his photos? Underneath the initial statement, the words user not found appeared, and Annie noticed that she was, seemingly, no longer following him. 

Shame washed over her as reality hit her square in the chest; he had blocked her. How could she possibly have been so stupid? 

Lost as she was in his profile, Annie barely noticed that she was no longer alone, a shadow filling her small corner of the room. 

“I know it’s earlier than we agreed, Jaxxy, but I wanna go home,” Annabelle sniffed, feeling herself on the verge of tears. 

She slammed her phone down on the small coffee table in front of her before finally looking up at him, eyes widening when she realised it wasn’t Jackson at all. 

“Oh. Hey, handsome.” Annabelle offered up, meek and mortified as her eyes met Eli’s instead. 

[missmacfire]

Post 7 comfort movies and tag 7 people!

Tagged by @squidward-teach ty ❤️ sorry I took so long 😄

Interview with the Vampire (1994) Probably my favorite movie of all time, it is so charming! And I do have a soft spot for all things vampire.

Persuasion (1995) My favorite Jane Austen movie ❤️ It is so obvious that I'm a 90s kid and biased, but there is something special about costume dramas from that period.

My Neighbor Totoro. So cosy, so pretty.

My Fair Lady (1964) what can I say? Good music, pretty costume, how can it not be comforting?

Arsenic and Old Lace (1944) you don't get more charming than this.

Hajen som visste för mycket or The Shark Who Knew Too Much By the swedish comedy group "Galenskaparna och After Shave", I guess they are sort of our Monty Python? I felt like including one of their movies. The music is always good and I have lots of nostalgia for them. This one also makes fun of rich people!

I don't know🤔 Let's go with Rocky Horror. A classic, you know all the lines, you can sing along.

Tagging: @ramsaybaggins @somelizards @ahopefulsun @readingtheentrails @mallory-x @yourlocaldisneyvillain @idrisynstorey

[earlsassemble]

( angela bassett, cis woman, she/her ) dearest gentle reader. it is an honour for this writer to introduce Henrietta Pearson, the fifty five countess of Harewood, known amongst the town as persuasive & clever but their adversaries would certainly tell you that they are strict & conformist. perhaps that is why they have been so vehemently mentioned recently ? this author cannot wait for you to meet them !

&. BASICS 

Full Name:  Henrietta Pearson née Brown

Nicknames: tba

Title : Countess of Harewood

Estates: London town house &  Harewood House (Yorkshire)

Age: 55

Date of Birth: tba

Place of Birth: Cromwell manor in Lancashire

Languages spoken : English, French & Greek

Religion: Anglican Church of England

Gender & Pronouns: cis female, she/her

Sexuality : tbd

&. FAMILY INFORMATION

Parents: Lord Richard Brown, Baron of Cromwell (deceased) & Lady Cecilia Brown born Larwood (deceased)

Husband: Lord Thomas Pearson, earl of Harewood

Children : 1st daughter, 2nd daughter, 3rd daughter, 4th daughter, 1st son, 5th daughter

Other Relevant Relative: tba

&. PERSONALITY

Positive Traits: persuasive, clever, adaptable, hardworking, dependable

Negative Traits: strict, conformist, melancholic, resentful, demanding, meddlesome

&. BIOGRAPHY

tw : near death

Henrietta was born in Lancashire in a cosy baron's manor at the foot of the Pennine Hills. She spent her childhood in the hills and in nature. Until she wed, she had never set a foot in London. The bigger city she had visited had been Blackpool. Her family was minor nobility and had only local importance and responsibilities. Still Henrietta was the first born daughter of the family and as such always had to set an example for her younger siblings. The weight of responsibilities was placed early on her shoulders. She received the education fitting for her rank. When she was of age, a match was made for her with the oldest son of the earl of Harewood.

Thomas and Henrietta were not a love match but he never treated her poorly. By his side, she discovered London, the ton, all of its rules and the vipers who hid in its grass. Often she found herself missing her hills and a simpler life. The seasons in London could prove quite daring and exhausting. Henrietta knew her main purpose was to produce an heir and as the years passed, she grew more and more worried. She kept giving birth to girls and she watched her husband become sadder and sadder. The couple barely spoke. Henrietta felt the pressure from their entire family and felt more and more isolated. Thankfully her fifth child turned out to be a boy. The future of the Pearson's line was finally secured. Thomas still wanted a spare and Henrietta had to bear a sixth child which nearly cost her her life. The birth of her youngest daughter, almost killed both of them. After that tragic birth, there was no more talk of trying for a second son.

Henrietta never forgave her husband for pressuring her to give him another son. The couple grew further apart. Thomas mostly focusing on his heir while Henrietta did her best to make all of her children feel loved. She made sure to prepare her daughters for the life that awaited them. Sadly and despite her great efforts, her third daughter brought ruin to the family by running away with their coachman. The Pearsons became the laugh of the ton.

Now Henrietta tries to restore their reputation and standing. Only her eldest daughter had wed before the scandal and that black mark makes it difficult for the mama to find matches for the rest of her daughters. It has been three years since that dreadful affair and Henrietta hopes to turn the tide this season.