#even though I would be wearing nice clothes and my students would be in uniforms

[coldswarkids]

the thing about being 28 and being able to pass easily for a decadeish younger is that I will walk into a corporate building where I’m employed for a tour of the executive branch

and the ladies at the desk who appear within 5 years of my age will ask me in such a kind tone “are you lost honey?”

and I’m like no haha I work here

and they go “oh are you a summer intern with (local college)”

ten years ago I might have been upset but now I’m honestly flattered, I can live with this

[myfictionaldreams]

So I saw that you said you can take specific marauder requests. How about reader is insecure but the guys don't know it and she goes out to buy clothes and new lingerie that she thinks they might like because in her head she thinks if she doesn't look like the girls she researched they will leave her for either just eachother or all the other girls in the school. So when they are getting into it sirius realizes that she has a new bra (you can make up the rest of the scenario but preferably after he finds out she has a new bra angst happens and then fluffy smut and then the very end in fluff please)

What are you wearing? // Poly!Marauders x Fem!Reader

Summary: The latest lingerie trend did not look comfortable in any way but you still fell for the marketing and purchased your own, assuming that the boys would want you to dress like everyone else. However, when you decided to show off your outfit to Sirius, his reaction is anything but positive as he sees how uncomfortable you are.

Requested by: Thank you for answering my beck and call for a specific Marauders idea, I hope you enjoy your request!

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, angst, fluff (lots), foursome, self-doubt/low self-esteem, anxiety, crying/breakdown, pet names, making out, Remus has words of wisdom, discussing emotions, romantic gestures (a little cheesy), nipple play, body worship, dirty talk, teasing, begging, oral sex, fingering, possessive behaviour, restraints, praise kink, daddy kink, size kink (!), creampie, rough sex

Words: 8k

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It was the latest fashion, created by muggles to wear luxurious, expensive lingerie bodysuits that uncomfortably hugged curves and pushed your breasts into busty mounds that they unnaturally did not sit at. However from the whispers from other students as they secretly hide in corners, sharing magazines and boasting about which woman looked best in the underwear, it was what was the latest fashion and everyone seemed to be loving it. So despite the discomfort, despite the desire to itch your skin against the lace around your hips, you kept the lingerie under your uniform, hoping to surprise one of the boys throughout the day.

It wasn’t that you never wore nice underwear, usually, it was a simple lace bra that softly cupped your breasts, the material transparent enough that your areolas were visible and had your boyfriends dropping to their knees to beg at touching and worshipping your body.

But like previously mentioned, this new style of lingerie was apparently very in right now and you wanted to keep up with the latest trends, even more so to please Remus, James and Sirius. It was hard enough pleasing one boyfriend but three? It felt like endless pressure to keep up, even though you knew that feeling was only from the little devil on your shoulder, the one that spouted negative thoughts that you were never enough.

It was nothing on behalf of your boyfriend’s to make you feel this way. In fact, they always went above and beyond to show you how much you were truly loved. But then that voice in the back of your mind would come back, reminding you that they were the most popular men in school, had endless other students lusting over them and it felt like you were competing, even though you already had the prize.

So this was why you had decided to splash the cash on the expensive muggle lingerie and hide it beneath your uniform, hoping to keep the relationship exciting and alive with the hopes that one of your boyfriends would pull you into a spare cupboard and find the present beneath your button up shirt.

This came in the shape of Sirius Black who promptly entwined your fingers together after class, carrying both your bag and his on his shoulder and tugging you down a deserted corridor and into a dusty, dimly light classroom. Sirius may have come across to others as coming from a pure-blooded family and always pristinely dressed, but beneath all of that was his rebellious side. The part of him that wanted it dirty and rough and everything that didn’t match his exterior.

He dropped the bags onto the floor, causing a cloud of dust to waft into the air but that didn’t stop his movements as he pulled you further into the room, not even bothering to lock the door, another one of his little ‘Sirius’ things, loving the thought of being caught. As usual, your adrenaline was pumping through your veins, feeling giddy and ready to do whatever Sirius wanted, just needing to be close to him, to feel his hands on your body, his lips against your skin.

“Come here Darling, up on top”, Sirius patted the sizeable oak desk that was in the centre of the room, even bothering to wipe his hand across to create an area that was without dust, the perfect area for you to come and sit on.

Jumping up with the help of Sirius’ big hands on your waist, you sat on the edge of the desk, your skirt hiking up slightly so that the brisk wood nipped against the backs of your thighs. This didn’t stop you from spreading them, making room for your boyfriend as he slide his hands to cup your cheek.

Sirius’ citrus scent from his hair caressed your cheeks as he leaned down to capture your lips, urgent and devouring, leaving you breathless and grasping to hold onto his shirt. He had full control with his grip on your face, tilting your head so that he could deepen the kiss, tongue slipping into your open mouth, dancing to taste your spit.

A moan bubbled in the back of your throat as he moved his body closer, his crotch pushing against yours as your legs hooked around the back of his knees. You were thoroughly and utterly consumed by him, breathing in the air from his mouth, the taste and smell of him, his warmth seeping into your skin. There was one thing you would never deny and that was how consumed you were by him, by each of your boyfriends, you had been since day one.

Sirius released his hold on your face with one hand but only because he needed to touch your skin, squeezing the soft area of your thigh and stroking up, further pushing your skirt to reveal the entire length of your leg. He didn’t stop though, exploring with a firm touch over your skirt and beneath the hem of your shirt, with the intent to pull your hips closer to rub his tented crotch harder against yours.

But then he suddenly froze, lips unmoving and a confused frown evidently etched into his handsome features as he pulled away to look down at where his fingers were feeling a strange material under your clothes.

You’d forgotten about your plan, through the lust-filled kisses and touches, it had slipped your mind what you were wearing.

Before Sirius could verbally ask what it was that he was feeling, you quickly beat him to it by breathlessly explaining, “I had a surprise”. With the adrenaline still pumping through your body, your fingers were shaking delicately as you removed your tie and unbuttoned your shirt, pushing the white material off of your shoulders, revealing the majority of the lingerie bodysuit.

Looking up at him through your eyelashes, attempting to look seductive whilst further pushing your elbows underneath your already pushed-up breasts.

You weren’t sure exactly what reaction you were expecting, maybe a horny curse or a hunger search of your body with his eyes, but you certainly weren’t expecting him to ask in a disdained tone, “What are you wearing?”

Sirius lifted the hand that had been resting on your hip, up to the tight material on your chest, trying to slip his finger between your breast and the lingerie but unable to do so with how tight and uncomfortable the bodysuit was.

“I thought you’d like it”, you say earnestly, trying to keep the simmering panic at bay that was beginning to pound into your heart. Sirius’ confusion only increased as the line between his furrowed brows deepened, a single step back to put some distance between the two of you, your legs dropping to dangle over the edge of the desk again as he looked over what you were wearing.

“Why would you wear something like that? Are you even comfortable in it?” he asks with a hint of distaste, something you hadn’t anticipated for him to sound like at all. 

You begin to stutter over your words, losing the confident seduction you’d been attempting to play off. “It’s…it’s not supposed rt to be comfortable, I wanted to look nice for you”.

This response only seemed to further upset Sirius as his eyes refused to meet yours, remaining only on the extravagant lingerie. “But you always look nice, you didn’t have to do this!” The rise of his voice startled you enough to quickly shrug the shirt back up your arms, crossing the material across your chest so that you were covered once more. Sirius finally snapped out of his upset to look into your eyes, the frown relaxing a touch so that he could slowly explain, “Sweetheart, you know you don’t have to dress a certain way to impress me, you know that”.

Embarrassment pooled in your stomach causing you to feel burning hot and slightly nauseous. Of all the reactions you expected, it wasn’t this. Yes, you may be dressing completely out of your comfort zone and only doing it to make the boys happy but you had to make an effort and this was the only way you thought how.

You tried to keep your voice from wavering as you explained, “Yes, but I just wanted to make a little bit of an effort. Anyway, everyone else has been wearing this sort of thing or enjoying the look of it. And I just thought you wouldn’t-”, your mouth slammed shut with an audible snap as you tried to keep the truth spilling from your lips.

Tears were beginning to line the corner of your eyes, threatening to spill over as you hastily began to fasten the buttons on your shirt, eyes on your fingers and not daring to look up at your boyfriend.

You’d hoped that Sirius would let it go, the words and the bodysuit, maybe you could jump off the desk, find somewhere to remove the lingerie and it never be spoken about again. However, this of course was wishful thinking on your part as Sirius’ voice had dropped an octave as he asked, “I wouldn’t…what? Finish what you were about to say.”

Blatantly ignoring his questioning, you had finished buttoning your top, turning to look for the tie that you’d haphazardly discarded behind you on the desk but in the low lighting, it was hard to see, especially as the tears began to slip down your cheeks.

Sirius closed the gap between your bodies again, his hand gently cupping your jaw to tilt it in his direction, his eyes glazed in worry as he noticed your tears, quickly swiping them away with his thumb. “Tell me”, he encouraged but you could still hear the strain at the back of his throat.

It was like a dam opened within you, that small hope on the restraint that you had snapped. “That you wouldn’t be interested in me anymore if I didn’t try and keep up with the trends of what's hot. Or that if I didn’t try, you’d all think you’re missing out on something so yes, this bodysuit is a little uncomfortable but I just wanted to impress you all so you didn’t think I wasn’t attractive or that you’d fall out of love with me because someone else looked more sexy or was willing to dress in all of these stupid outfits! I just wanted to make you all happy ”.

There it was, the devil on your shoulder, speaking your inner-most demons, laid completely bare in front of you. Fear after fear spilt from your lips, once you’d started you couldn’t stop, even though you were becoming hysteric, the escalation of the situation was just making you freak out more. You were full-on sobbing by this point, tears dampening the collar of your shirt and shoulders hunched as you sucked in deep shattering breaths.

The walls felt too close, the air too thick. You needed to get out, need to get away from Sirius, not wanting to even look at him to see the disappointment you were sure covered his face. Using your body for momentum, you pushed him back as you jumped off of the desk and stepped towards the door.

However a gentle but firm hand wrapped around your shoulder, halting your movements as Sirius’s concerned voice begged, “Please don’t go, we need to talk about this Darling”.

This wasn’t what you wanted right now, you didn’t want to talk, scared that your spiralling thoughts might be a reality, your consciousness being your worst enemy at that moment as you shrugged out of his grasp. “I just need a minute”. You sounded broken and another sob shook your shoulders as you didn’t look back. Not bothering to pick up your bag or find your lost tie you rushed out of the door, and the sick feeling in your stomach only increased when you heard Sirius yell and kick his frustrations out against a table as he let you walk away.

You weren’t entirely sure where you were going, keeping your head low so as to not have questioning looks as to why you were crying and scared you’d run into one of your friends or worse Remus or James. There were so many students in the corridors and you desperately needed an escape and ran in the direction of where there were only a limited amount of people as fresh air crisped against your wet cheeks as you rushed outside.

For a moment you contemplated sneaking to the shrieking shack, knowing that you could curl into a ball underneath the sheets of the master bed there but that would also be the first place that the boys checked other than the Gryffindor common room. Furthermore, you needed somewhere outside, need to feel the sun on your face and a sense of calm so you half jogged to one of your favourite spots in Hogwarts.

It was the one place you truly felt at peace and somewhere you’d stumbled upon once when exploring the Hogwarts grounds in your first year. A luscious green cliff edge that overlooked the lake and Scottish mountains and, what made it so special was that when the sun began to set, it was the perfect spot for the golden hour of beautiful sunshine. The very last piece of land that the sun-kissed before it disappeared over the mountains.

This was where you crumpled onto the grass, tucking your knees in close, hiding your face within them and wrapping your arms around tightly so you were now in a little ball. There you sat and you cried. For the embarrassment, anxiety-ridden and uncertainty as to what happened now. You didn’t want to go back to Hogwarts, maybe it was better if you just stayed in that little spot forever you contemplated dramatically.

You were unsure how much time had passed but the air was beginning to chill as the sun dropped further in the sky. There were no more tears, but your breaths were still ragged, your eyes sore as you looked across the lake, and your body trembling through exhaustion and still, above all of that, you couldn’t stop thinking about how uncomfortable the stupid bodysuit was under your uniform.

Footsteps suddenly crunched against the crisp grass and you tried not to stiffen at the unknown arrival. But with each step, you knew from the slight limp who exactly it was as Remus sat beside you, his legs crossed underneath him as you automatically moved your face to look away from him, not wanting him to see the mess you’d become.

“Don’t”, he insisted. “Don’t do that, don’t hide away from me, my love. Come here”, he encouraged, his heavy hand resting against your shoulder and tugging your body towards his. You succumb easily, releasing the grip around your knees so that you could lie your head against his lap, his hand remaining on your shoulder giving you warmth and comfort as his other hand stroked through your hair and he simply lets you cry.

Remus began to talk, lowly and calmly into your ear as he helped you through your overwhelming emotions. “It’s more than just the fancy underwear, isn’t it? Listen to me Love, we all have our insecurities that bubble away underneath our skin but we can’t let those negative thoughts win. We deserve happiness. YOU deserve happiness.”

Your sobs calmed down enough that you were just lightly hiccuping, not even bothering to wipe away your tears as his trousers absorbed the wetness. Remus lowered his head, to gently kiss the side of yours before he continued. “I know sometimes our minds are louder than our hearts so even if I tell you, how much I truly adore you, that sometimes you won’t comprehend how much it is true. But please, Sweetheart, understand that… you’re my family. You, Sirius and James. Without you three, I have no one and I don’t want you to think you’re anything else but my entire world. You could dress in the old linen from a house elf and I would still love everything about you. I don’t need you to be dressed in the latest fashion or clothes that are evidently uncomfortable. I want you to be happy, we ALL want you to be happy”.

Your heart was pounding for another reason now as you couldn’t bare to not be touching Remus, needing more than anything to show him how much you appreciated him, loved him with just as much passion as the words that he spoke. So without another word, you rushed to sit up and climb into his lap, straddling your thighs over his, shaking fingers cupping his scarred face to hold him still as you kissed him deeply.

It wasn’t like the same sort of passionate, devouring kiss with Sirius earlier in the day in that forgotten classroom. This was passionate in a way that the world began and ended with each other, that you need to show your love and appreciation with your lips where words would surely fail you. Remus was always the one to have the best advice, to be able to talk the others around when in a low mood, he just always seemed to know the exact right thing to say.

As both of your lungs burned for air, you pull from the kiss but only to lean your forehead against his, warm breath fanning across his face as he wiped away the stains of the tears, “I love you, Remus Lupin”.

“I love you too”.

The sun had now cascaded behind the mountains, leaving an orange hue in the sky as everywhere else began to fall into shadow. The air instantly cooled but you didn’t care, especially not with Remus who ran at a fevered temperature due to his lycanthropy. The two of you stayed like that until you felt comfortable enough to risk glancing over his shoulder, towards the lining of trees from the forbidden forest.

“They aren’t here”, Remus informed you, kissing your cheek gently and wrapping his arms around your waist to hold you closer.

You weren’t sure if you should be relieved or not at hearing that Sirius and James didn’t accompany Remus. “Where are they?”, you asked quietly, leaning your head against his shoulder, suddenly feeling exhausted after your breakdown.

Remus took more than a moment to answer like he was trying to decide how much he should tell you before finally deciding. “They’re both back in the dormitory, sorting out a little surprise for you”.

Your heart seemed to skip a beat, that they were doing something nice even after the way you’d spoken and reacted to Sirius. “I feel bad I stormed away from Sirius”, you admitted to Remus, pulling away from his shoulder to play with the end of his tie.

Remus offered you a shrug, “He’ll get over it. I think he was more upset that he didn’t know how to process that you weren’t comfortable and doing all of this for his benefit. And that he struggled to find the right words to say without sounding pissed off and couldn’t fix the situation before you left”.

You nod, risking a glance up towards Remus’ face and relieved to find him looking at you still in a relaxed way and you knew he really wasn’t annoyed like you thought he would be. “And James, is he ok?”

Remus nods, kissing the tip of your nose and pulling a smile from your lips, “He’s hurt like Sirius and I, that you’d been feeling this way without speaking to us, he wanted to fly down here as soon as Sirius found us but I knew you needed some time to yourself”.

“Thank you”. You hoped that he understood that you were saying that for more than one reason, for everything and by the twinkle returning to his eyes, the life that was sparking once more as he pecked your lips gently, you knew he understood.

“Come on, let’s not leave them any longer”.

Remus helped you to stand and the two of you took a leisurely stroll, hand in hand, back up to the castle, you’d missed dinner but Remus insisted that he’d go and get you something to eat after your surprise.

The surprise was entirely romantic and your chest warmed with love as you looked at the dormitory that you shared with the boys. There were different-shaped candles floating around the room, Remus’ record player in the corner at a low volume with the latest Bowie track that the boys loved and rose petals were scattered across the floor and freshly made bed but the petals had been enchanted to change colour and shimmer in the candlelight.

A sweet, thankful gasp was just about to spill from your lips but it was quickly replaced with a shocked laugh, your hand covering your mouth to hide your grin as Sirius and James stepped out of the bathroom. They were completely nude, except for the black lacy tight underwear that hardly covered their genitals, and nicely tied off with a pretty pink bow over where their cocks were.

The two of them stood proudly, abs tense to show off and flex as much as possible, a wide stance and arms behind their backs as they both grinned cheekily at you. “What…? What are you both wearing?!” you couldn’t help but giggle as you stepped closer and out of Remus’ reach, only for him to start taking off his clothes too.

You turned to watch, eyes wide as he too was wearing the skimpy underwear that seemed to hardly be covering him at all with his cock at half-mast. “Wait, have you had them on this entire time?” you asked dumbfoundedly, trying not to stare at the ridiculousness of the tiny little outfits.

“Oh I have indeed, can’t tell you how far they’ve been wedged up my arse but beauty is pain right?” he joked, subtly trying to pull the material from between his cheeks to relieve the tightness there.

You watched as Remus brushed past to stand next to Sirius who now stood in the middle of him and James, his grin softening to a knowing smile as you also moved closer to them. Once you were close enough did he tip your chin back, “Do you only love us more because of these outfits? Or would you say you loved us regardless of what we are wearing”.

The penny dropped as you now realised why they were wearing the uncomfortable-looking, ridiculously scandalous underwear. Your shoulders dropped in defeat, giving him a knowing look as you shook your head no. “Exactly. This is how we feel for you, I don’t want you to shut us out again or doubt our feelings for you. If you ever have a thought like this again, I need you to come to us, and talk because that's healthy and normal in relationships. Don’t bottle it up and don’t shut us out and please, don’t walk away from me again, I couldn’t bare it”.

You reached up to take his hand, moving it from your chin to nuzzle your cheek into it, kissing his palm as you promised, “I won’t do it again, I’m sorry I did all of those things and made you all worry. I love you, everything about you, without the outfits”, you emphasise with a smile. “They don’t look comfortable at all”, you say with a giggle, noticing James trying to give his cock more room in the confinement of the lingerie.

“Think I’ve got as much room as your tits which reminds me, we need to release them from their prison!”, Sirius joked, his fingers reaching to begin unbuttoning your shirt and then pushing it over your shoulders.

Remus stepped up behind you, his naked back flush against yours, “oh Pup, this doesn’t look comfortable at all”, he chastised in a low voice, beginning to unzip you from behind. The relief was immediate as Sirius helped him by pushing the loosened straps from your shoulders and you audibly sighed as the warm air kissed your now exposed breasts.

“There are my girls”, Sirius mumbled, his thumb brushing against the nipple of your right breast causing it to pebble before his mouth dropped to lick and suck on the sensitive bud. Before you could properly lean into the touch, James’ tuft of hair was soon at the same level as Sirius's as he did the same to your left nipple, suckling it into his mouth before flattening his tongue against it. Your back arched, hands delving into both men’s soft hair, gripping and holding them close as arousal struck through your core.

The remainder of your clothes soon pooled around your feet on the floor, Remus even helping to unbuckle your shoes until you were left in nothing but your white frilly socks as Remus had effortlessly removed the rest of the lingerie and skirt.

The moments like this, when they were so doting and loving that you almost felt overwhelmed because you wanted to return that love and affection to all of them at the same time but with only two hands, it was challenging to do. So you decided to concentrate on the two boys attached to your front, who were nipping and teasing your tender nipples, sucking them into peaks before laying them flat with the push of their tongues.

The grip you held on their hair reluctantly relaxed and tried to do a different exploration, over their shoulders, feeling this leanness of James and the muscles of Sirius from where he trained as Beater for the quidditch team. Lower still your nimble fingers travelled to their chests, feeling the sprinkling of hair that curled over their pecks and then still further down with the goal to reach the hem of their underwear. However, in the position, you could only react to James who seemed to realise your goal and pushed his body more towards yours.

Your fingertips ran along the hem of the tight underwear and then halted as James shuddered under the touch as you stroked over his tip that had bulged out as he became increasingly harder with nowhere else to go. As you teased his tip, James began to kiss up your body, particularly over the indents over your chest from where the bodysuit had pushed your breasts up, and he didn’t stop until he was next to your ear, still needing to bend down because of the height difference.

James did not move with urgency, even though his hips were bucking under the tease of your fingers. With one cupping your jaw, tilting your face away and the other hand gripping onto your waist, James began to kiss along the column of your neck, over the sensitive little spots that had your knees weak and more heat pooling in between your legs.

Remus on the other hand now stood next to you, his fingers stroking down your jaw to grasp your attention which you gave him, looking up at him with wide eyes and bottom lip stuck between your teeth. “I want you to listen to me carefully ok? There will be no rushing tonight, our goal is to please YOU, and only you. I want to hear every little moan and cry that you have so there’s no need to bite your lip, my love. I want this pretty mouth open and begging for more, do you understand?”

You couldn’t think of words that made any sense like a thick warm blanket of fuzzy arousal clouded your thoughts so all you could respond to Remus was a desperate nod of the head and a throaty moan.

“Good. Now tell me, just before we start.  Who do you belong to?”

James and Sirius stopped the teasing with their mouths so that they could hear you answer, needing to hear it, for their own sanity and possessive natures.

“You, I belong to all of you”, you breathlessly answered, still looking up into Remus’ green eyes that always reminded you of spring, hypnotised completely by him.

“That’s right”, he praised delicately still stroking down the side of your face. “And, who do we  belong to?”

“Me”, your answer was quieter, heart pounding at having to say it out loud as you knew that he was only getting you to say it to remind you that your freakout today was unwarranted and you should always know that they’re yours.

Remus tilted an eyebrow up, his hair falling slightly over his eyes as he didn’t seem satisfied with the answer. “Excuse me,  I didn’t quite hear that”.

You refrained from huffing in embarrassment as you repeated yourself at a louder volume, “You all belong to me, to each other”.

This was the answer he was looking for as his lips curled into a gentle smile and then opened as he was going to continue talking but James seemed to snap hearing those words as the hand on your jaw pushed your body backwards, the other on your waist supporting your body so that you didn’t trip over. The back of your knees met that bed and the two of you toppled onto the soft, rose-petaled surface.

“I couldn’t wait anymore, need to feel you, taste you, want to make you mine”, James groaned against the shell of your ear as he finally turned your face enough that his lips found yours in a hungry, lust-filled kiss.

Behind the two of you, you were able to hear Sirius and Remus chuckling deeply at James’ frantic motions and then they were moving closer and sitting on either side of the bed, taking a hand of yours each into theirs. A way to stay close to you but also restrain you in a way so that James was fully in control and the pleasure was solely on you.

The Gryffindor’s seeker’s tongue brushed against yours, tasting and dominating the dance happening in your mouth, his body sliding between your thighs so that you could feel the scratch of the uncomfortable underwear that he was still forcing himself to wear against the sensitive skin of your thighs. His hand's hand began to lower, the wide expanse of his hands meaning that he was able to feel a vast area of your body at once, over your collarbones, your breasts, squeezing softly, a contrasting touch from his commanding mouth.

Over your hips, your thighs, tucking them in closer around his waist. Finally, he pulled away from your mouth, his glasses slipping down his nose as hot breaths being shared as you both desperately tried to breathe but it was mostly so he could tell you his contemplative thoughts. “I don’t know whether to let you ride my fingers or taste you”.

Your pussy clenched around nothing at his words, not being able to decide an answer for him but thankfully Sirius pipped up and offered the idea, “Why not both?”

James grinned, pecking your lips before glancing towards Sirius, “Good idea, Padfoot”.

Then his warmth crowding around your chest was gone as he quickly backed away and lay on his stomach at the bottom of the bed, his face now between his legs and hands pushing back your thighs until once again, Sirius and Remus took one each so that you were fully restrained.

“Such a pretty pussy, MY pretty pussy”, James admired as he began to spread your juices that were seeping through your folds, over the rest of your cunt. With one hand, he spread back your labia so that you were bare before him, he could see the subtle throb of your clit and the clench of your pussy, gleaming in the low candlelight from your wetness.

James licked a long strip from your perineum, over your hole and up to your clit, audibly swallowing your juices and moaning, and then there was no holding him back. If he wasn’t sucking your clit then he was pushing his thick tongue into your hole, exploring the tensing area. And then he was adding two of his fingers, rocking in and out in time with the circling of his tongue around your clit.

You were very quickly descending into the pleasure and gave up on watching him as all you could do was lie back and moan, hands desperate to reach for him but still being held back by your two other boyfriends. So you lay there, mouth wide open and mewled and quivered, especially as he began to curl his fingers, teeth scraping over the bundle of nerves before carefully easing the touch with a warm lick of his tongue.

“Is Prongs making you feel good, Darling?” Sirius cooed down to you, squeezing your thigh to try and grasp your attention.

“Yes! So-...so good, please don’t stop”, you begged, eyes clothes and a withering mess as James increased his pace. That’s when you felt it, the tightening in your core that sent tingles over your pussy and thighs, that feeling that you craved every day to feel and one that the boys were always so good and making you experience. “I’m gonna cum, don’t stop, James please don’t stop”.

James didn’t plan on stopping as he watched your reactions from between your legs, expertly fingering and licking you, feeling your pussy clenching and tightening around his digits before you gasped, arched your back and fluttered and pulsed with your orgasm. You felt both heavy and light simultaneously as he didn’t slow down his motions until you collapsed back fully into the sheets again.

“You’re so beautiful like this, laid out beneath me. But, I think it’s time one of the other two has a go, what do you say Honey?” James asked still between your legs. Opening your glazed-over eyes, you looked down at him and nodded in response, but you were also sure that what he had to offer now you would have said yes too. 

Remus leaned down so that his lips danced along your cheek as he whispered against your skin, “Think it’s my time to have a taste of your sweet pussy?”

This time, the aroused fog in your brain cleared slightly as you shook your head no which in turn earnt a confused expression to Remus’ face. “Want you to fuck me”, you stated with conviction, needing to be full and stretched.

Remus chuckled as he squeezed your thigh and wrist that he still held, “Already? But we’ve only just started Sweetheart”.

You whine pathetically, trying to reach for him and momentarily forgetting that you were still very much restrained. “Please! Want to feel your cock inside of me, don’t want to wait”.

“Ok Love, can’t be having my girl going without what she wants now, can I? You haven’t been stretched much though so do you want to ride me so you have control for a second?” He didn’t sound boastful when he talked and you knew it was necessary for him to ask this, Remus had one of the biggest cock’s you’d ever seen. In fact, when you first saw it, you were sure it wouldn’t fit inside of you. However now after fucking constantly, it was a little easier but still not something to be rushed so you nodded your head in agreement with his idea.

Remus moved to lay against the pillows, easing the lingerie at long last down his legs and onto the floor and then his hands were out and supporting your weight as you were released from Sirius’ grip and able to crawl over to the other Marauder. Once more, his body was a lot warmer than the other two but that only aided in moments like this, the heat helping your pussy to stretch.  Straddling his hips, you could help but grind your bare pussy against his thick cock that was hard and lay heavy against his abdomen.

The two of you moaned deeply, his cock throbbing just as harshly as your clit as it brushed against his shaft. Remus rested his hands against your waist, but only to support you, he let you be in control for the moment as your hands rested against his chest, pushing off of it with your movements.

Leaning down quickly, you pecked his lips, sighing into the touch before leaning back up and gripping the base of his dick, standing it up and then rising onto your knees. Even just feeling his tip brushing your hole had enough stimulation that you were moaning. This only increased as you began to lower yourself, slowly and with Remus’ support by guiding your hips down tentatively, making sure that your gasps were done in pleasure and not discomfort.

It burned but in a way that had you begging for more, stretching to your very limit as inch after inch pushed into your cunt until you were about ¾ of the way down before his tip stroked your cervix. Leaning forward so you could take the weight off of your knees, you both just stayed in that position as your body adjusted to being sheathed.

Only as you began to slowly rock your hips did Remus dare to move his hands but only to cup your arse cheeks, massaging the areas and helping you a little to ride back and forth on his cock. “Feel so big Daddy”, you quietly moaned into his chest, not meaning to use the nickname so early into the night but sometimes a different side of you took over.

“Yeah? You’re taking Daddy’s cock so well my love, you’re so tight and pretty above me”, Remus praised and his hips began to buck up to meet yours, increasing the pace and roughness slightly and from the earth-shattering moan you released, there was no chance he was going to stop doing that again if it made you sound that good.

As you began to roll your hips in time with Remus, you had a thought as to where the other two were. Looking over your shoulder and see James and Sirius sat together, their hands clenched and resting on their thighs as they tried not to touch themselves and a pang of guilt settled in your stomach as they really were just trying to think about your pleasure. “Please! Please touch yourselves, take off those stupid underwear and touch yourself. No wait, come here, let me touch you.”

“This is supposed to be about you”, Sirius reminded you in a low gruff tone, like he was trying to restrain himself from snapping but was clearly struggling.

“Yes, and I want to touch you. If you won’t fuck my mouth then you’ll have to come over here so I can wank you off”.

Remus chuckled beneath you, “So demanding all of a sudden, is someone desperate for cock?”

You mewl, eyes closing and head tipping back as his cock fucked you with a hard slam of his hips, “Mmmm, yes! Always desperate for your cocks, because they’re mine aren’t they?” Your words were teasing and you made sure to timidly smile down at Remus as he grinned up at you.

“Yes, they are, all yours Sweetheart”. He fucked into you hard again, your body jolting from the momentum of the movement.

However his thrusts up slowed as Sirius and James stood on either side of the bed, the lacy underwear now discarded and cocks leaking and standing proud, bobbing in the air. Your mouth watered and you were half tempted to beg to taste them but decided to save your energy as you wrapped a hand around each of their cocks, squeezing and pumping slowly, in time with your rolling hips.

The two of them grunted, drips of precum building at the tip, leaking down and wetting the sensitive area. As you figured out a pattern with how fast to stroke them, squeezing in certain areas of their shafts and making sure to brush your thumb over the tip, Remus watched happily, his cock throbbing harder inside of you as you touched the other two. In each of the Marauder's minds, they were once again appreciating just how beautiful you were, taking Remus’ cock so well and pleasuring Sirius and James with your skilled hands, it was a sight to behold.

Sirius couldn’t hold back anymore as he roughly grabbed your jaw, tilting your face back and feverishly kissing you, tongue instantly swiping to gain entrance to your mouth, much like he had earlier in the day when you were sitting on the edge of the dusting desk.

The four of you moaned for different reasons, at the pleasure that was being shared and the love that was underlying in all the touches.

Remus began to fuck up into your body harder but still at a slower pace, his hand stroking over your abdomen, stroking the soft skin before his thumb dipped lower and stroked over your clit in demanding swipes.

Your thighs instantly clenched as well as your palms around the men's cocks. Sirius pulled back, needing to hear and see your pleasure as he stroked a couple of strands of hair out of your eyes, “You like the way Moony is fucking you? I want you to cum for him because, by the look on his handsome face, I don’t think he’s going to last much longer”.

Remus grunted, having been trying to hold back his own orgasm until you had found yours. It just felt so good when you fucked him first, pussy so tight, warm and all his that he didn’t care if he came quicker than other times the two of you fucked, he just wanted to fill you up, needing to see you dripping with his seed.

You were shaking above him at the sight of Remus trying not to unravel and the stroke of his thumb and cock were driving you ever closer to your own peak, thighs shaking with each grind of your hips.

Then you felt it, that tightening and blissful euphoria building in strength, like you were going to explode into a sea of stars as Remus’ name sang from your lips in pleading praise. “That’s it Love, cum for me, fuck you feel so good”, Remus shouted, his cheeks flushed pink and hair sticking to his forehead with the restraint of holding back his own orgasm.

Thankfully for him, after a particularly hard thrust and press of his thumb on your bundle of nerves, you were clenching your eyes closed, mouth gaping open and body locking up as you came around his cock. Only a couple of seconds later, Remus was arching his back slightly, hands squeezing the flesh around your hips tightly as he came, cock buried as deeply as it could go into your cunt as he needed you to have every single drop of his cum.

Your eyes momentarily opened to enjoy the sight but then a hand on the back of your head distracted you as your hair was harshly tugged back, causing your back to arch up, tits pushed out as Jjames batted away your hand from his cock. But, it was only so he could quickly toss his cock off, desperately whimpering as he knelt on the edge of the bed to get closer to you as he too came, all over your tits and down your sternum.

You watched with a satisfied grin at seeing James frantically finding his own orgasm and how flushed he now looked as the last drip of cum gathered at the tip of his cock. The grip in your hair loosened enough that you were able to lean forward and lick a single strip on his dick, capturing that last drip and swallowing it down with a genuine smile.

James looked like he was going to combust at the sight as he sucked in heavy breaths and looked like he was going to pounce on you to show you just how much he loved you but then the one man who hadn’t found his on orgasm quickly disrupted these thoughts. A strong arm wrapped around your waist and hiked you off of Remus's cock which pulled out of you, his cum dripping down as the tallest marauder slide off of the bed.

Sirius returned you to your knees and pushed your shoulders down so your cum covered chest was flat against the sheets and petals and your arse perked up into the air. “Need you so bad Darling, are you going to let me play with you?” Sirius asked, stroking a strong, wide hand down your spine.

“Please fuck me”, you begged, looking over your shoulder towards him. Sirius gave him a handsome grin, his eyes never leaving yours as he reached around you to grasp both of your arms and hold them behind your back.

“It would be my pleasure”, the long-haired man muttered, shifting his hips until his cock brushed against your cum covered hole and began to push in. You were so sensitive after taking Remus that you pulsed around Sirius, his cock stretching and filling you completely, he may not have been as big as Remus but he was still thick and hard. “Merlin! I love feeling Moony or Prong’s cum inside of you, feel it coating my cock and lubing your pretty pussy”.

You gasped at his words as he bottomed out, hips flush against yours, hands tightly holding onto yours so that your weight rested awkwardly on your neck but you didn’t care, needing and wanting everything he was willing to give you.

Unlike Remus, Sirius didn’t hold back with his thrusts, moving with speed and intensity that had you almost seeing stars with how deep he was fucking you in this angle. Your hands desperately clung to his, feeling the coolness of his rings and using that to ground you to the moment as you were beginning to feel a little fuzzy and floaty from the day's events.

“Taking me so well, you’ve done so well for all of us”, Sirius praised, followed by a deep throaty moan as you squeezed his cock tighter at his words. This only encouraged him to fuck you faster until it was a blur as to where your bodies met.

Your toes were curled as the constant smack of his cock against all of your blissful nerves had you wanting to melt right into the bed. It wasn’t long before you were feeling that relief on the horizon and from the way your pussy was clenching, Sirius could feel it too.

Releasing his hold on your wrists, he quickly pulled your upper body up, until your back was flush against his chest, his arms wrapping around your front to support your weight from toppling forward.

“Say it again, say you’re ours, I need to hear you say it”, Sirius asked, his sharp teeth teasing the shell of your ear, even in the new position it didn’t stop his deep, fast thrusts.

You were sure you were screaming your answer as your orgasm throbbed through your entire body as you did as requested, “I’m yours, I’m all of yours, Sirius- ah! Fuck please-”, you were rambling now, saying any words that you could think of as you were overcome with pleasure.

The sensation was so intense that you hadn’t noticed that Sirius had also cum with you until you were able to catch your breath and realise you were both collapsed face first onto the bed. Sirius’ cock was still inside of you, slowly softening and allowing his and Remus’ cum to continue seeping out and onto the sheets.

His lips ghosted over your shoulder as he moved your hair away from your ear, “And what did we learn today?”, he asked still sounding breathless but also teasing.

“Clothes don’t define love”, you mumble, feeling exhausted and hungry, looking forward to the feast that Remus was bound to bring you all after the cleanup and aftercare.

“Exactly. And what else?”

“That I belong to you all, just as you all belong to me”.

“That’s right Darling, and please, never forget it”.

[zyogod]

The Part-timer

Tags: rough sex, public sex , female idol x you, other universe story , story building

Starring: Newjeans Pham Hanni

3,631 words

Part-time barista in the morning, Major music student. Pham Hanni has a full life and doesn't care about it

Hanni would smile politely as she gets yelled at and scolded by her boss in the cafe. That's fine, she has a punching bag at home where she can take out her stress. The only reason she can't seem to quit this job is because it's the only place where she can see and talk to you.

"Gonna order your usual?" She asked, gazing at you with her almond eyes.

"My usual order? You means your pretty smile?" I try to flirt with her

"You wish" she chuckled as she leaned against the counter, crossing her arms as she gave that little smile of hers. She was wearing a simple gray blouse, tucked into her black jeans. Although it was too hot to be wearing anything thick, her usual uniform of work consisted mostly of layers of clothing that didn't really show off her figure.

"Although i never see you in casual revealing clothes hanni, hopefully i can see what underneath that blouse" Then i giggle to make it not too obvious

Her eyes narrowed as she saw your giggling reaction, she knows what you really want to see. Hanni leaned forward as she reached her bottom part of her blouse, and lift off her blouse, revealing her small waist and bit of her toned abs under that blouse like you imagined she would

"You happy with what you see, handsome?" She asked, her hands rested on her hips.

"Maybe if you lift that blouse little further i would really appreciate that" I said to her while looking around to make sure only both of us inside the cafe.

Hanni raised her eyebrows as she smirked.

"That desperate, huh?" She chuckled and she slowly lifted her gray blouse, letting you have a good look at her curves B cups sized pair of boobs.

I just stared at it mesmerized "quite small but looks nice and pliable" I said with a little laugh

Hanni lowered her gray shirt and stretched her right hand towards me and tried to hit me even though she missed "Shibal! It's good that I showed you, you're insulting my cute breasts" she yelled at me.

I stepped back and said, "calm down, don't get mad, I was just joking." Hanni pouted her mouth and glared at me, like I had gone too far in teasing her, "okay okay, I'll make it up to you" I said to comfort her.

Hanni took a deep breath as you stepped back, the blush on her cheeks grew even more red, she's clearly a little embarrassed by your teasing

"You better make it up to me" she said in a half-joking way. After all, she did kind of like the way you were looking at her.

I said all my orders to hanni and went to the outdoor area of the cafe so that I could enjoy my order later while smoking.

Hanni nodded as you placed your order and went outside to smoke. She got to work making your order, pouring the coffee into the cup and adding the cream and sugar just the way you like it. She also put a small slice of cake on the saucer to accompany your coffee.

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A few minutes later, Hanni came outside to deliver your order, setting it down in front of you with a smile.

"So can i order you to be with me too, if that's can be on the bills?" smiling looking at her

Hanni's cheeks flushed as she heard your pick-up line, she wasn't expecting that. She couldn't help but chuckle as she raised her eyebrows, pretending to think.

"Hm.. I don't know.. Do you have enough money to pay for me?" she asked playfully, crossing her arms as she looked at you with a teasing smile

looking at her with little smirk

"How much Pham hanni service cost just only for having chit chat for loyal customer like me?"

Hanni pretended to think for a moment, tapping her chin with her finger.

"Well, as a special offer for my most loyal customer, I think a small donation of 20 dollars will suffice for some chit chat." She said with a mischievous smile, holding her hand out.

"How if i wanted more? There's any extra charge?" trying to following her games

"Oh, you're a very greedy customer, I see" she chuckled. She pretended to think again and then spoke up with a suggestive smile.

"I suppose if you want a little extra, I could indulge you. How much more are you willing to pay?"

In truth, Hanni actually doesn't plan on taking any money from you. She just wants to play along and see where this could go.

"Depends on how much i can get from those small Vietnamese petite body" I flirted with her more boldly.

As you spoke, Hanni's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red, her heart racing from your words. She couldn't believe how boldly you're flirting with her.

"You're quite daring, aren't you?" She asked with a smirk, trying to retain her confident demeanor.

"But I'm afraid I'm not for sale. But if you come back tomorrow, perhaps I'll give you something special for free" she teased as she turned on her heels and walked back inside with a little wiggle in her step

scoffing after hearing her offers

"Tomorrow? That's too long, how about after your shift ended?"

Hanni giggled at your impatience, she's finding this little game quite amusing.

"Now you want to get special service outside of my shift? I'm not sure if you can afford that, handsome" she teased, leaning her back on the counter with her arms crossed, giving you a smirk.

"Perhaps there's another way you can convince me?".

Pointing out the huge bulge in my pants to her "pretty good deal? Or do you still want another bonus?"

Hanni’s eyes widened as she caught a glimpse of your bulge, feeling her cheeks burn even more red as she tried not to look down again.

"You're not playing fair, you know that?" She said in a half-jesting, half-serious tone as she bit her lip, her heart racing.

"I can't just do what you tell me to, I'm at work."

"How much your payment in this cafe for a day?" I ask her, this is maybe too much but it will be never hurt anyone to try it.

Hanni sighed as she knew she wouldn't be able to hide her wage from you.

"It's about 20 dollars daily" she said softly, feeling a bit embarrassed as she knew that’s not a high wage

"And before you say anything, no, I can't give you special services outside of my work hours for 20 dollars a day" she added with a small huff.

she's really played well to be hard to get out of sudden "how about 200 dollars for a night?"

Hanni's breath hitched at the number you said, 200 dollars is a lot more than what she makes for a days work at the cafe.

"200? That is a huge amount" she said softly, contemplating. She couldn’t deny that she’s pretty low on money, not knowing if she’ll be able to pay for her rent by next month…

"You know maybe that's will be an easy money for university students like you" I smile mischievously.

Hanni's eyes flickered with a mix of surprise and uncertainty at your offer. She knew that she needed the extra money, but she was conflicted about accepting this offer.

"I…I don't know about this, you can't just offer me such a high amount in exchange for-" she trailed off, her cheeks flushing as she thought about what implications that would carry.

Before she's done with her words i cut her down "im paying for your dinner latter" i can't let her leaving the bait.

Hanni's eyes widened again as you cut her mid-sentence, she wasn't expecting you to counter her worries like that. She was torn between her morals and the temptation of the money you're offering.

"So wait, are you really asking me to-" she began to ask, her heart pounding in her chest.

She thought about it a little more, weighing her options. She knew that this money could be an solution to her financial troubles and pay her college tuition.

"Well, you're treating me to dinner as well? Where are we eating? Something fancy, I hope." She finally said, a small mischievous smile playing on her lips.

"Which restaurant that college student favorite just say it" actually i don't know if she trying to push her luck or not, but who cares? It's good bargaining for me after all.

"Hoho, are you spoiling me now?" She chuckled as she put a finger on her chin, pretending to think about her favorite restaurant.

"Well, actually there's this nice Japanese restaurant not too far from here. They have some great sashimi and sushi. But it's a bit pricey. Is that okay with you?".

"That's fine I'll take you there as long i get what i want and you doesn't disappointed me with your service, at least i can guarantee the 200 dollars" i said to her

Hanni's heart was racing as she listened to your words. She couldn't believe that she was going along with this, but she knew that the money was something she desperately needed.

"Alright, you have a deal. But remember, I expect you to treat me well too, handsome. Can't have my night ruined by a bad date" she said, trying to maintain her cheeky attitude.

Waving my hand to her "don't worry".

Hanni nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. She couldn't believe that she was going to do this, but the thought of a nice dinner and some extra money was enough for her to look past any doubts.

"Okay, it's a date. But for now, let me finish my shift, okay? I'll meet you at the restaurant later" she said with a smile.

Im just nodding to her words.

Hanni returned to work, her mind still racing with thoughts of what the night might hold. She watched the clock closely, every passing minute feeling like an hour, just waiting for her shift to end.

"One more hour..." she whispered to herself as she tended to the customers, her heart beating a little faster with anticipation for the evening to come.

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Without anyone realize one hour has been passed and i was waiting her behind the cafe in the small alley right after the cafe hanni work on.

Hanni finally emerges from the cafe, her shirt slightly disheveled from the long shift. She takes a moment to catch her breath, feeling a mix of exhaustion and excitement for her date with you. As she looked around, she spotted you waiting in the alley and approached you with a soft smile.

"Hey" she said quietly, her cheeks flushing a tiny bit.

Found her in my sight "yo, you looks little bit tired but kinda hot after works, with little sweat on you" teasing her since she's looking pretty even after few hours shift.

Hanni's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red at your comment and she chuckled softly, trying to maintain her cool demeanor.

"So you think I look hot, even after a sweaty shift at work? You really are something, aren't you?" she said coyly, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. She can't seem to hide her smile every time you tease her.

Suddenly I grabbed her left wrist and pulled her towards me and kissed her forehead

"Of course, has anyone ever made fun of a sweet girl like you?" I silently wrapped my arms around her waist while squeezing her small, supple butt.

Hanni gasped in surprise as you pulled her towards you, her heart racing at the sudden display of affection. She was caught off guard, but she eagerly leaned into the kiss on her forehead

"N-no one has ever treated me like this before" she managed to say, her cheeks flushed

Her breath hitched as you squeezed her butt, feeling her legs tremble a little from the intimate touch.

Focusing on her eyes.

"So, what do men usually treat you like? Like an adorable little slut? If that's the case, isn't it a little kinky? " I teased her.

Hanni cheeks burned as she heard your teasing comment, but there was a hint of truth to it. She knew she often attracted the attention of men who saw her as a small, innocent girl.

"Well, sometimes they do treat me like that" she responded softly, feeling her heart flutter as you looked into her eyes.

"I...I guess I kind of like it a little" she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

After hearing her like that , i pushed her against the nearest wall and kissed her lustfully on the lips while my hands groped all over her body.

Hanni's breath hitched as you pushed her against the wall, her body responding immediately to your touch. Her lips met yours in a hungry kiss, her fingers running through your hair as she melted into your embrace.

She moaned softly as your hands roamed over her body, feeling their touch sending shivers down her spine. She wrapped her arms around your neck, pulling you closer as she deepened the kiss, losing herself in the moment.

After a few moments, you finally broke the kiss, both of you panting with desire. Her cheeks flushed and her heart racing, she looked up at you with a small smile.

"That was... incredible" she confessed as she caught her breath, leaning her head against your chest.

"This is just the beginning" I told her as I unbuttoned her shirt as quickly as possible and threw it somewhere, followed by taking off her bra.

Once her upper body was exposed, I immediately directed my lips to her chest and savored her breasts that didn't look too big but looked very cute and soft.

Hanni gasped as you quickly undid her shirt and removed her bra, feeling a rush of excitement and a hint of embarrassment as her upper body was exposed out in the open public space for the first time "oh my god we're in public, let's get a room first" she said with worrying tone.

Releases my lips from her breast for a few moments "don't worry no one will find us in this small alley" I reassure her.

Hanni's worries subsided as you reassured her, her body already craving your touch. She whispered, her voice barely audible as she gave in to the moment.

"Okay, just be careful, please" she moaned softly as you continue. Her fingers tangled in your hair as she arched her back, her breathing growing heavier with your touch.

After enjoying her supple breasts, I turned Hanni's body to face the wall and pulled down her jeans and panties, while spanking her ass.

"Time for my main course" I said in a slurty voice.

Hanni squealed in surprise as I slapped her soft little ass while looking at me over her shoulder "you want to do it here? It's a public place" she started to worry.

"Don't worry, I'll do it quickly" I told her.

Hanni couldn't help but be a bit overwhelmed by everything. Her mind was still trying to process the fact that she was letting you to fuck her glistening cunt in public.

Holding her hips from behind, I began to thrust my cock into her wet hole as hard as I could until I reached the end of her womb.

Hanni was surprised by my action of directly inserting my dick into her fuck hole suddenly without giving her time to adjust her pussy walls to the size of my dick, which made her feel split in two and made her feel pain and pleasure at the same time.

"Arkhh ahh ah oppa you're too rough, you'll tear my pussy if you keep fucking me like this" Hanni whines.

I keep pounding her roughly and moving my hands to her pair of tits too squeeze it hard as a handle for me to hold her in place

"I'm just make sure to make my money worth Hanni, you will get used to it soon" Keeping my pace to fuck her like a slut and keep squeezing her boobs hard with pulling her nipples.

The pain she feels is unbearable, Hanni starts to rolled her eyes because of the pain but gets pleasure from the rough sex she is experiencing, "Oppa you are going to break me, please be more gentle aaarkhhhh!!!" Unfortunately her body's reaction doesn't match her words, Hanni reaches her first orgasm as you fuck her like a whore.

When I felt Hanni having her first orgasm, I immediately pulled my cock out of her pussy so that she could squirt her cum in relief.

A few seconds had passed, Hanni's body was getting limp after squirting but I held her body while my hands still squeezed her breasts firmly and reinserted my cock into her pussy hole.

"I'm not done yet, you better not lose your spirit yet Hanni" I went back to fucking her roughly and lustfully like i was possessed.

Hanni was getting tired and losing her mind with all the treatment she was receiving from me.

She had begun to surrender to whatever was happening even though she was being fucked out in the open like a cheap whore.

All that was left were indistinct sighs and moans as she felt pleasure or pain.

After thirty minutes had passed, I started to feel close to reaching my orgasm

"Hanni, I'm going to cum where you want me to cum?" I said to her while adjusting the tempo of my movements in fucking her.

Hanni with eyes that were only half open and panting replied "Anywhere, you can cum inside me" Hanni said while stammering.

Hearing her words, I immediately pushed my cock as deep as I could against the tip of her womb and erupted my orgasm, filling her womb with my hot cum until her womb was full.

On the other hand Hanni screamed in pleasure, "Oppa!!! It's so full, take your cock out immediately! !!" She pleaded with her back arched backwards trying to release her pussy from my cock and relax herself.

After my cock was out of her pussy, Hanni pressed against the wall in front of her and bent limply but her body shook violently.

It turned out that she had a second orgasm and squirted very hard, releasing my sperm along with her love juices.

I as a man watching from behind was just amazed and satisfied to see the image of Hanni's pussy that looked melted while decorated with my sperm flowing out of her and the rest of her love juices.

I spanked her ass which was still shaking slightly

"Isn't this a nice sex experience, Hanni?" She seemed to be still standing on her knees with heavy breathing and did not respond to my words.

Hanni scoffed "good for you but not for me, this will be the first and last time I sell my own pussy for 200 dollars," she said as she slowly took back her jeans and panties.

Before she could put on her jeans and panties, I stepped on them to prevent her from putting them back on, "Why is that? Isn't that worth it? You even orgasmed twice because of this big cock of mine, didn't you?" I asked her in a somewhat annoyed tone.

Hanni glared at me "You're right, I cum twice because of that big dick of yours, but I was also in pain, so the pleasure I got wasn't worth the pain I felt, not to mention you fucked me like a cheap whore in this little alley," Hanni said annoyed.

I laughed at that "Come on it's no big deal, next time I'll do it gently, let me make it up to you, as promised, let's go to the restaurant you want" I took my foot off her jeans and panties and let Hanni put her clothes back on.

After Hanni finished putting her clothes back on, she stood in front of me while opening her palms "Give me my 200 dollars," Hanni said with a flat tone and annoyed face.

To avoid her irritation, I immediately gave her the money.

Hanni took the money I gave her and put it in the pocket of her jeans, then she looked into my eyes as one hand stroked the cock of mine that already warped inside my jeans, feeling the bulge in them.

"You enjoying the service right?" She suddenly spoke to me.

I nodded "Of course Hanni you are a very delicious little slut" I told her.

In a move I never expected, Hanni directed her hand that had been stroking the bulge in my jeans towards my balls and squeezed it hard, "Feels so good huh? How about this one, asshole, still feels good? Can you feel this little slut squeezing your balls?" Hanni yelled at me.

Feeling my balls being squeezed with full force by her made me reflexively squat down and hold her hand to reduce the force of the squeeze "Hanni please d-oo-on't" I said with a stutter while enduring the pain of my balls.

Hanni released her grip on my balls and slapped my face with all her might, "You asshole! Don't show your face in front of me again!" Then she left me to go.

And me on the other hand just stood frozen in place and tried to process everything that happened in this small alley.

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Author note

Hopefully you guys can enjoy this first while waiting The lecture :)

[honey-milk-depresso]

OMGG HI I saw your bohemian fashion and I LOVED IT SO SO SO SO MUUUUUUCH ANIANIJAOJSOJ it was so sweet 🥺🥺

Could you do one with Trey (hehe), Jamil and Vil, but with a mc that dresses in Preppy style? Yk, the pleated skirts, bows and headbands, Channel vibes. I love fashion and the way you described the Bohemian one was so sweet. THANK YOU SO MUCH YOURE AMAZING MWAH ❤️❤️

T*EY???? /hj

Fine, fine, very well, I will write for that DEFINITELY no good man I’m TOTALLY not in love with myself 😒.

Also I didn’t think anybody would be reading my REALLY old fics from when I first started this blog, when I was called the long forgotten “coffee leaf depression”, good to know, and this is kept to GN Reader 👍.

TWST S/o who loves Preppy Fashion

Trey Clover

He’s probably a sucker for this kind of fashion. As in, to see on his lover. You look so pretty in pleated V-neck sweaters and tie.

NRC has a pretty preppy kind of uniform given to the students, it’ll only change depending on how the students wear the uniform, seeing your well ironed tie straight and pleated skirt or pants crisp and neat makes him pretty smitten surprisingly, especially when it comes to you.

He doesn’t mind joining in, hell, he probably has a somewhat prep aesthetic stuff in his wardrobe without even realising it sometimes, it just comes to him naturally although he definitely doesn’t have any aesthetic preference and just wears whatever.

But prep is definitely in there.

You two can be a matching couple outside of school, wearing prep and somewhat prep (I’m sure you know who’s who) and you guys just look super cute together that Trey, for once, feels a bit of an ego boost in him as he smirks to himself. <3

Jamil Viper

Always saw him with the street dancer kind of aesthetic, which is probably a bit more rugged and casual which is why you two come as a complete contrast with one another.

But still, Jamil digs your prep aesthetic even if he doesn’t like wearing that aesthetic on himself, he thinks it makes you look cute.

Besides, the two of you somehow make it work when you’re out in the open, some guy in a baggy hoodie, baggy long pants and sneaker heads while he’s out linking hands with his significant other wearing a headband, sweater vest and polished loafers.

Still, you two are absolutely adorable as a couple inside out, your completely different taste in fashion makes you two stand out in a good way! Wouldn’t mind trying your kind of aesthetic, it looks pretty good on him when he checks himself in the mirror after dressing him up. He hopes you enjoy the baggy hoodies though because he personally wouldn’t mind lending you his. <3

Vil Schoenheit

The two of you together look like cute nerd and actual fashion king.

Honestly, Vil thinks your prep aesthetic is perfect even if he’s the kind to wear those V-necks and have “pretty boy” aesthetic, he also likes wearing prep clothing and wouldn’t mind joining you on the matching aesthetic thing when you two go out.

Sometimes he shops with you for clothing that fits your whole prep aesthetic and the best kinds. This man’s fashion taste is god-tier. Any kind of aesthetic he can pull off and has expertise in knowing what is best to wear for any kind.

Prep aesthetics are no exceptions.

He has a lot of fun dressing up with you: wearing checkered pants and/or skirts, nice ties and shiny loafers around town as everyone gawk at the most prettiest couple they have ever seen that they can’t even get jealous. <3

Reblogs help! ^^

[s4toryuu]

inumaki headcanons — 2

notes: inumaki my beloved… as promised this one is a xreader, slice of life, reader wears dresses and is implied is a ‘girl’, toge goes viral on tiktok so kind of socmed!au

part 1

so like when you met him you thought he was mysterious at first

and then you were just like ??? he thinks he’s so cool not talking… geh, rude

so you start being cold to him for a while until one day he writes you a post-it asking you to go out to a cafe nearby

confused, you were interested in seeing his face and, like, you had nothing else to do so why not

you were apprehensive at first but you guys ordered the exact same drink and food without knowing and you got along because of it

that day you got really close even though it was mostly through his notes app (he types really fast)

you guys had the same humor (albeit he’s more outward and immature)

he took his mask down to eat and you, like, stopped chewing on your mochi waffle and started staring because you did not expect him to be so good-looking

and he definitely noticed because he started chuckling and he tried to hide it as he took a bite of his waffle

and oh my god his smile

a/n: ok I’m definitely writing this fic comment if you want to be tagged!!

you find out he’s really scared of making you do something you don’t wanna do, like terrified, like it’s his top 3 nightmares

the first couple of times you slept over he taped his mouth shut in case he sleep talked LMFAO

you only found out because you woke up earlier than him and you laughed almost waking him up

you guys getting together was a crazy feat tbh

he’s a gentleman

but he’s a troll first

like you were starting to think he just wanted to dress up fem after stealing your clothes for the 4th time

so you bought him a dress for his birthday

it wasn’t a cheap dress either (you bought it in your size) lol being a jujutsu tech student you couldn’t even spell broke so

one day during training he’s late and as you were about to check on him at his dorm he turns the corner and holy shit no fucking way

he’s wearing the fucking dress

he couldn’t zip it up so the open back was flapping around as he walked towards you with this exact smile :] on his face

it was supposed to be a maxi dress that ended at the calves but since it was in your size it ended at his knee

luckily (not) he was wearing sweatpants

everyone was so confused but gojo didn’t even make any comment he was just like “ok now that toge’s here..!”

you were dying while everyone was just confused whether he was serious in wearing the dress 😭😭😭 yuta was like “oh… you’re gonna wear that for training..?”

toge puts his hands in the pockets, emphasizing it “shake shake!” with a shit eating grin

“where’s your scarf thingy?” “it didn’t match with the dress :(” he typed

and he was deadass cuz he actually trained with it until it got in the way so he just took it off and he trained shirtless

but you weren’t complaining though hehehe

when you first made out you flinched in shock because you felt cursed energy from the marking on his tongue

you got addicted afterward…

I imagine him to have like really nice (?) aegyo sal and really pretty eyes

his love language (giving) is 10000% physical touch and teasing you

he does that “what’s that?” rizz shit and you fall for it every time

he went viral on tiktok for doing the dance to sekai no owari’s habit in his uniform because he did it COMPLETELY nonchalant despite shaking ass like he does it for a living

it was his first public tiktok too and it had 637.2k likes in 5 days

you’re like wtf and he’s just like the algorithms just love me (cuz he’s lwk famous on twt too)

the comments are like “lol how did his scarf not fall down” “oniisan were you forced to do this” “he looks like he would have a pretty face” “show us your face”

and then like yuuji (whos posts somewhat regularly) makes him do the kawaiikute gomen trend a month after toge’s habit tiktok and again he did it hella nonchalant

that one went crazy too it got 721.6k likes in 6 days

“this is the habit guy” “I knew he would have a cute face” “what’s with the weird makeup?” everyone’s just thirsting for him because he’s so nonchalant

you, and everyone who knows him, however, know that it’s a fuckING FACADE

he looks quiet and you’d think he would be cuz he can’t talk normally but he fucking yaps as if people understand him

he makes sure you know his opinion on everything

you’re watching a movie and he’s spitting “okaka! takana ikura ikura ikura!” every nine seconds

I mean he talks with the tone/intonation of what he actually means to say so it’s actually easy to understand him

and it’s only words he can’t say so he screams laughs and emotes like a normal teenage boy

he hates waking up early but you like taking walks in the morning sometimes and he never misses it for you

he loves you sm hehhehehe

part 3 coming soon! comment or submit an ask if you’d like to be tagged to the waffle cafe date!!

[kikuism]

ranking gojo's outfits in the anime/manga!!! not counting official art and i might've missed some these are just what i remember off the top of my head

7: the collarbone shirt

the girls were going bonkers bananas over this look but im sorry it doesn't do anything for me. i don't care about his collarbones. i prefer a buttoned up gojo, the flashes of skin i like to see on him are not 'delicate' like shoulders/collarbone (seeing those on geto however is a different story, it suits him, that's more his style imo) but im going to expand on that later. such a shame too bc black is his color but this shirt is just Not it. and those fuckass glasses!!! ive always hated them good lord

6: wild side

okay soooo he's very cute in the ed i remember being very charmed by him when i first saw this but the clothes do nothing sorry. i think it's the colors. but i also think it's the collared half sleeve shirt that's just not working in his favor like either commit to a full sleeved collared shirt or no collar at all. also the shirt under the shirt doesn't work either. points for the blindfold though!!!!!!

5: baseball dad

again the way the girlies were going googoo gaga over this look.....no <3 this is Not hot. come on. this is the most office dad look i've ever seen. i do like the sleeves rolled up exposing the forearms that's always tasteful, and the one button left undone giving just a hint of neck. nice! and i like how this outfit is contained and put-together. i don't like the glasses though, i hate the shape. BLINDFOLD SUPERIORITY !!!!!!! for me what makes this kinda cute is more the context of the outfit, supervising the baseball game and bonding with his students <3 and also i like how it's his attempt to look more sophisticated and like a real adult that's cuteee

4: jjk0

CUTE!!!! a nice casual look. see, again i like how he's covered up lol it just suits him so much. i guess it just fits also bc he's so closed off from everyone around him and i like when his clothes reflect that but it's very stylish all the same. this is peak casual relaxed getting over his bf gojo and i love that for him. extra points for the blindfold once more !!!! black is his color 🖤✨

3. robes

ONE OF MY FAVES and we only get it for 30 seconds but the long loose flowy look is just superior on him and he's fully covered which i love. he fills it out so well too with his physique. any character wearing traditional clothing is always a plus for me!!!! really not much else to say here it's just so lovely

2: vs sukuna

HE LOOKS SO GOOD HERE. giggling and twirling my hair hiiiii gojo. this is a great look bc it's understated in its simplicity but highlights his physique very tastefully. like it's not even the outfit itself but more what it's conveying. he is strong!!!! there's a sense of power here, and i love how it's not overt either, we're not seeing like every single line of his abs, which would just give me the ick (sorry toji girlies), it's more like the charisma is on full display here. and i know it seems like thus far i prefer covered up gojo and yes that's true, but if he's going to show skin, it has to either be unintentional (hint of navel as his shirt hitches up, back of the neck exposed with the blindfold, etc), or purposefully on display like this. gojo’s not a skinny twink despite how mappa portrays him, and he's far from dainty in his mannerisms, so dainty displays of skin just don't work on him (the collarbone shirt). if you have a strong physique this is how you show it off!!! well done gege!!!!!!! i just really hope in the anime they don't give him ab lines like toji pleaseeeee that'll ruin it for me. he has such a nice build and this is coming from someone who really doesn't give a fuck about muscles...(pssst here's my veryyy unpopular opinion but that nanami scene that was making the rounds well i just didn't care for it bc i don't care at all for that insanely built look in fact it turns me off 😭)

1. the uniform™

the undisputed champion. number one in my heart always and forever. this is how we're introduced to gojo and im not ashamed to say it was over for me at first sight. how can you not want to know more about him??? it's such a neutral look, so simple and doesn't define or enhance anything but at the same time it's so sleek and sophisticated, all black and all straight sharp lines making up his silhouette. huge fan of how his neck is covered too like every part of him is hidden and inaccessible which is exactly who he is as a person <3 it's so unassuming that it becomes invisible in a way and elevates his charisma if that makes sense. while i really love the vs sukuna outfit, that one conveys a 'going all out' energy which is great but this one just imbues that easy breezy cocky confidence ('my students are watching so i'm going to show off a little' he says in this bedroom voice while his lips basically brush sukuna’s ear WHEW I'LL STOP) that enamored me to him instantly. not to mention the shibuya insanity <3 this really is the superior look!!! sometimes less is more and for someone with such explosive power and a larger than life personality, for this all to be contained in this totally nondescript uniform just clicks in my brain in the best way. the juxtaposition really makes this one. in conclusion he looks THE BEST when he's covered up and understated ‼️

[sotogalmo]

7 — 9:40

As per said by my brother @starry-skiez . Here is more info of my freak king/aff, and the sane one + how they might know Flor ( @rockwgooglyeyes . More info on Yume !!!)

Yume is more of a wanderer human(that what he says) but he says he shared the same guardian as Sebastian does (Sebastian has only seen him once, and it was,, not nice?? Yume is indifferent to Seb, but there were some threats towards him. Sebastian doesn't really care tho, since he would NEVER even do all of that stuff to his guardian's kid; because WHY WOULD he? At BEST he tolerates Guardian Von's kid; Ald. At his lowest? Sebastian wants to LEAVE y'all).

Yume is ’grounded‘ in reality. Yume, as his name means, is 'dream'. Which has given him the nickname of 'dream boy'.

His actual owner/guardian is unknown, as he says he's a "wanderer", but he has lots of knowledge of Sebastian's guardian, and has a very deep bond with Ald (probably since childhood for both?).

To which, he can relate to “There I am! There I am again! I am the rot and the ache beneath your skin. I am the angel sent down from above. I am the cancer swimming deep in your blood- Praise be the heavens, praise me I'm the lord!” in a small way. Especially the angel part, via the fact that sometimes Ald forgets to spend time with him. But Yume doesn't care, because at least he can be a safe haven for Ald! That's all he cares for really (even though, sometimes he thinks it would be better if he really was Ald's pet human, which causes a bit of a one sided rivalry with Sebastian).

Yume is a typical "honor student". He is good at what he does, and he's even better at following his friend Ald! (He does what Ald wants to do; going with a mindset of "this is what best friends do" type). To follow that 'honor student' trope, when in Anakt he's very well respected by some because of how he's also a safe place for others! But to also follow the "anime boy" look he has (Ald watches some animes that have been salvaged such for pure entertainment and he has said that Yume is somewhat of a anime boy, so that's what he has followed on doing; the big eyes is especially one that makes him similar to anime boys (the old 70s-90s style). It's because he was mainly made the way he is. Like those animals who have big eyes!), he wears clothing similar to one, and has that visible red mark on his right shoulder that mimics a student council uniform.

But he does have friends! Uncanny as he is, but they are quite fine in his books (he likes his friends, but his main priority is Ald). His first friend has a thing for spiders, so he knows some facts about spiders. His second friend loves ice cream! They all wander together, and both of them have met Ald but don't really hold any strong opinions on Ald.

Yume has a pet bird!

-Yume does self-harm, as a way to deal with his obsessive thoughts of Ald (but it's also done by impulse? If something is so much, he goes that route; he's possibly autistic, and I possibly might be projecting but I've never done actual real self harm) / He depersonalizations/derealizations (sometimes) quite a lot, so he does self-harm as to feel reality but it's mainly done by pinching himself like what normal people do when they think they are dreaming / maybe has BPD? But I won't fully say because I don't know how to do it well (but from what I'm reading and learning about, it's very likely he has BPD (but he dissociates a bit too much so who knows) and so do I,, possibly)

Yume has a very unhealthy attachment to Ald, and that bleeds into what he does for his entire life. He hates being alone/being without Ald, and so when he was sent to Anakt he was very close to not being alive. But the closest thing he has to ever be close with is Sebastian, so he's conflicted on that (one hand, no that's my rival. He has the spot I want — on the other hand, he's the only one I know. He can tell me what Ald does when I'm not around!)

Yume carries a razor blade with him, just like how one of his friends carries a wand and the other one always seemingly having a teacup with her!

Sebastian was taken from his family to an adoption center a few days before he got adopted by Guardian Von, as a birthday gift for his son/kid; Ald who turned.. 15- in human years (to me Aliens have a faster? or slower age growth)

Sebastian does not like aliens as far as he KNOWS, but at best he tolerates Von, Ald and the weird cats that Von has. Sebastian can fight! He has, and that was only when he hit Ald in the face with a cross (that was lying down somewhere, their house is filled with so many weird things. But Sebastian knows not to question it anymore, since he has this "aliens will always be like that" type of mindset? He always assumes the worst, so meeting kind alien owners is even weirder to him).

As said before, Sebastian's counterpart is Flor in some ways. Sebastian is dressed in a pierrot type of clown fashion (black and white WITH SOME color, he's mainly only wearing black and white to fit his view points and such) while Flor is more of those colorful and cheerful clowns that are sent to birthday parties and such.

Sebastian is a bit witty, in some ways. But he's too scared to do anything he says. He's a follower, and a normal student at Anakt Garden (but he really doesn't like the aliens and some of the kids who are very detached from reality; Yume, and others who are somewhat similar to Yume?, but also observers too. He doesn't like how Azure ( @4listr ) is so dead, and not wanting to live or smth like that).

His uniform is somewhat akin to a mouse? To have it be a play on the words of "cat and mouse fight". He has a painted on white face that doesn't seem to be coming off anytime soon, the same with his black circle cheeks (while Flor's face paint/make up is not permanent! Flor is more free then Sebastian is).

Sebastian has some grey hair due to the stress of being kidnapped and being treated as a pet (and the general fact that the house he was living in has a lot of shit in it, that can kill him). Sebastian has freckles! Three of them are most visible tho

Sebastian knows Flor via how he's compared to her quite a lot. How they are a bit similar in looks, and the whole clown vibes they share (which would get swapped? Flor round 2 would change into a pierrot, and I don't know of Sebastian)

Yume only lightly knows of Flor. He's very indifferent towards her, but finds her quite similar to Ald in the way of how weird she is. So, Yume is very fond of her! (Though, he misses Ald even more, and doesn't like the fact that Flor and Rosca are together. Because that should be him and Ald)

[dira333]

Act my age - part 6

Scotty x reader - Masterlist

“I fucked up,” you greet your brother when he steps into your room.

He freezes right at the door.

“Is there… is there blood on your uniform?”

You look down at yourself, curse and jump up from the couch. “Shit, yeah, that’s Mr. Scott’s.”

“You killed Mr. Scott?!”

There’s pure panic in your brother’s voice now.

“NO!” You yell back, “No! I just… I flinched.”

“What did you do? Is he going to lose his arm? Is he-”

“Stop!” You put up your hand, “Stop! You’re going to make me have a panic attack. Everything will be fine. He will hate me for the rest of his life, but… everything will be… fine.”

Your brother closes his mouth, takes a few deep breaths and opens it again.

“How about you shower, I make us something to eat and then we talk about it?”

“I love you,” you answer him and walk towards the bathroom, pulling your top off along the way.

“Yeah!” He calls after you, “I love me too.”

“So…” Your brother looks down at your hand, using the fork to move your food from one side of the plate to the other instead of eating it, “I’m taking a wild guess here, but I’d say almost killing Mr. Scott is not the only thing you’re worried about.”

“I don’t know if I should talk to you about it.” You take a bite, chew and swallow, unable to tell what it’s tasting like. Your brother is a good cook, but your mind is occupied.

“Why not? Too juicy?”

“No. Because you’re biased. You want me to date Gray.”

He sighs, puts down the fork and sighs again.

“Yes, I want you to date Gray. Because he’s closer to you in age, because I know him good enough to be sure he would never hurt you and… well, I like Mr. Scott, I really do, but I’m just afraid you might get hurt.”

“You shouldn’t worry that much about me. I’m still ten minutes older than you. And you didn’t worry about me when I was on New Vulcan or did my research papers anywhere else.”

He shakes his head. “That’s not true. I was worried. I was just not able to actually do something. Now I am and apparently I fucked it up as well. Do you like Gray?”

“Yeah,” you agree, “But…”

“But not as much as Mr. Scott.”

“It’s different,” you exclaim, dropping your fork as well, “Gray feels like someone who can be a friend. But Mr. Scott is… he makes me nervous and I kind of hate that, but it’s also kind of nice, you know? To experience this kind of strong feelings. I mean, I don’t think I have a chance with him anymore, now that I rammed a needle into his arm, but… I don’t want to start dating Gray just because I can’t have Mr. Scott.”

“In my first year here I burned Mr. Scott’s arms with a Laser. He’s unable to grow hair there ever since,” your brother confesses out of nowhere.

You stare at him in confusion. “What? What do you-”

“What I’m trying to tell you with this is the fact that he kept me in Engineering and taught me more than anyone else on this ship or the Academy. And there are a lot of people on this ship, a lot of Engineers who could teach you the stuff he thinks you should know. But he insists on doing it himself. A needle in his arm won’t keep him from that.”

“But… I don’t want him so see me as a student only.”

“Well, I can’t help with that,” your brother smiles suddenly, “But don’t you have some female friends that could help you with that?”

-

As usual the world looks different the next morning.

You aim to try a different hairstyle, but end up getting frustrated with it. You don’t own any makeup and even though you brought some of the fancier clothes you had worn on vulcan, wearing them here would make you look more weird than mature.

Your brother isn’t there when you step out of the little bedroom. It’s weird having breakfast without him, but you’ve spent too much time on your hair to be able to walk to mess before work starts.

P-tra winks at you when she walks in. You want to talk to her, desperately, even though she’s already told you her opinion about the two guys you feel you have to choose between.

“Lieutenant,” Spock addresses you instead and you turn away from P-tra.

“Yes, Commander?”

“I would like to have a word with you.”

He sounds serious. You work your brain, worried the Bacteria you’ve worked one was more precious than you’ve thought.

You follow him to his own office, a place you know he hardly uses. It must be really bad.

And then he turns and looks at you.

“Report have reached me that you’ve attacked Mr. Scott yesterday evening?”

“WHAT? No! No, I… It was an accident!”

“So you stabbed him in the arm with a needle?”

“I… yes,” you swallow dryly while he raises one eyebrow, waiting for you to go on.

And you decide, with the same heavy feeling you had in your gut this morning, that you have play with your cards open or not at all.

“Mr… Mr. Spock, may I ask you a personal question?”

“Why would you have to do that?”

“Because the answer might help with solving the problem I have with Mr. Scott.”

“Then ask.”

“I have been informed that you are in a relationship with a human… And I… well, I wanted to ask if you find…”, you swallow again, searching for the right words, “If you find the reactions of your body and mind when in close proximity to them, as well as themselves… frustrating sometimes?”

He raises his eyebrow again, simply looking at you for a long, quiet moment.

“Are you insituating that you are in love with Mr. Scott?”

You let out a low groan, shaking your head in frustration.

“I believe I might be, yes.”

“Fascinating,” he mumbles to himself before speaking to you again, “And this emotion is entirely new to you?”

“Yes,” you agree, “Was it new to you too?”

His lips form a tight line and you realize you’ve overstepped the invisible boundaries between you.

This conversation would have been so much easier with Prime Spock, you think and send him an apologetic smile.

“I feel conflicted,” you tell him instead, eager to get off your chest what no one else seems to be able to understand. Maybe you are half vulcan, at least your mind and personality are.

“Because he is making me nervous and unnaturally self aware, but at the same time I can’t focus and he seems to believe me as younger and less experienced in my field than I really are. And my brother has introduced me to someone closer to my own age, who would be the logical choice, but I don’t know if I should really take the logical choice when it won’t cease my nervousness the least bit anyway.”

You stop your rambling and bite your lip. “I’m sorry. You are my superior officer now. I keep forgetting that you and Prime Spock are not the same person.”

“You were comfortable discussing those matters with him?” Mr. Spock asks, eyebrow still raised. You nod.

“Well, as you know him so well, you should be able to deduce his answer, right?”

You open your mouth in surprise, before closing them again and nodding.

“Yes, I believe so. He would say something along the lines of ‘doing what the heart tells us to do’.”

Commander Spock nods. “I will make sure that the report is changed to the matter of an accident.”

“Thank you,” you whisper relieved, “If that… if that is everything, I will go back to work.”

“You may.”

-

“What were you talking about?” P-tra asks as soon as Commander Spock has left the Labs to get back to the Bridge.

“About the fact that I stabbed Mr. Scott yesterday evening when I tried to take his blood.”

“I heard about that. Apparently he almost bled out on the way to Med-Bay and they had to do CPR on him.”

You stare at her in shock. “He didn’t bleed much, he was just walking a bit wobbly.”

“Really? I did think it sounded a bit exaggerated. But why did you stab him anyway?”

“I flinched. He was breathing onto my neck which was distracting enough and then he suddenly commented that I have freckles there.”

“You do?” P-tra stands on her tiptoes to look at your neck. “You really do. I don’t really understand what they are good for, but I can understand that he must have been intrigued by them. You don’t see spotty necks all the time, right?”

You laugh at that. It seems only natural for an Arcadian woman like P-tra to be intrigued by what she calls ‘spotty’ skin. It’s new to her.

You open your mouth to ask her. About what she believes you should do and if she thinks you look younger than you are, but you close your mouth again, deciding against it.

You feel like you already know what she will answer. And you’re not sure if you even want to hear it.

“Everything allright?” P-tra asks and you nod.

“Yes. I just remembered that my new sample must have come in. Will you excuse me?”

She sends you a smile, getting back to work herself.

You can’t shake the thought though that your lie must have been obvious.

[calciumcryptid]

Can You Run All of the Lights

Camryn unbuttoned her white lace blouse to the open night air, and adjusted her tight black skirt as her bejeweled leggings shone in the night.

She was out alongside the other Watchers to gather some intel, as rumor had it the Imai couple were interested in investing in the illegal racing scene. To her teammates, it was a simple reconnaissance mission, but to Camryn it was her first fieldwork mission since the “family reunion from hell” as Aviva started to call it. Also, it had been a month since her encounter with Yuzuru, an encounter she could not peace together even after her panicked call to her younger sister. 

Camryn took a deep breath, and thanked Will’s foresight to make her wear boots. It was a point she would concede to the inventor in their war on fashion. She was hesitant to split up with the other Watchers (ever since Yuzuru showed up in Gotham, she was hesitant to be alone), but she knew it was better for the mission. She walked through the scene, plenty of booths set up to advertise food and services. There were mechanics scattered around the place, and stands to show off bikes and cars and even a helicopter.

For something illegal, the place with lit up with life.

Her eyes combed through more displays when something blue caught her eye. There was a collection of bikes, all varying shades of blue with white kanji. She was more interested in the murals painted on the bikes, detailed winter scene with even more detailed animals. Each bike was focused on a singular animal, and she could not resist herself from reaching out to trace her fingers on a running artic fox. She rubbed her tips along the tail to meet the kanji once more.

The was something familiar about the kanji.

“They are beautiful, aren’t they?”

Camryn jolted, and looked up to see a woman beside her.

She was older, significantly older than Camryn, with narrow eyes the color of fresh tires and the sharpest black eyeliner. Her hair was fairly long pulled back in a ponytail with loose bangs in the front and an undercut. Silver decorated her ears, and dressed in the technical synthetic material of a biker uniform. A lit cigarette was in her hand, which she brought up to her black lips to take a drag of. Camryn blinked at the sharpened nails painted a matching black.

Camryn took a deep breath, “They are.”

“I spruced them up myself,” the woman said with a grin. She snubbed the cigarette out on her thigh, but did not flinch even though Camryn did. “Well, I did not do the artwork. I wish I could claim I did, but that was a member of my team.”

“The artwork is beautiful,” Camryn said.

“Are you an artist?” The woman raked her eyes over Camryn’s clothes, “Ah, you are an artist aren’t you? Yes, there would be no other reason for you to enjoy the races. Unless, you want to give me an alternative reason why a college student like yourself snuck in.”

Camryn blinked, Shit.

The woman laughed, “Oh, don’t worry. I am not a narc. I remember the first race I snuck into. At least you haven’t stolen one of the bikes and given it a test drive accidentally winning the race and screwing up everyone’s bets.”

“You did all that?” Camryn asked her.

The woman nodded, “Yes. Though, I advise you to retain your lowkey profile unless you want to deal with the person in charge of all of this. I heard they can be quite the cunt if greeted with trouble they have not started.”

“I don’t plan on stealing any bikes,” Camryn told her.

The woman snorted, “Wait until the races start.” She tilted her head, “Say, I never caught your name, and I like to keep track of those who interest me.”

“Camryn,” Camryn introduced.

“Camryn,” the woman repeated. “It is nice to meet you Camryn, I am Yun-Seo Yukimura. I hope to you see you cheering for me out on the track.”

Camryn froze, Yukimura.

Her eyes flashed to the kanji.

It was the exact same kanji she saw hung up around that cursed mansion.

“Sajang!” Someone shouted.

“It seems I have been caught,” Yun-Seo sighed as two muscular individuals rushed up. She turned to the two individuals, “Bone. Nonie. How many times have I told you that you do not need to worry about me?”

“About a hundred times,” Nonie stated with a grin, purple braids pulled back into a bun tied together by a black silk scarf. “Also, as Bone as told you a hundred times, you can not run off anymore so we will worry.”

“Sajang,” the other bodyguard, Bone, whispered. “The investors await.”

Yun-Seo blew a bang out of her face, “I was having a good conversation. Oh well, business calls. Nonie, do me a favor and give my new friend here a vip pass.”

Bone blinked at Camryn, “Sajang, with all due respect, she is quite you-”

“Before you finish your implication, it would be best for you to remember whose name is inked on your college loans.” Yun-Seo rolled her head over to Nonie, “She was interested in your work earlier.”

Nonie brightened, “Oh! A fellow artist? Come, we have much to discuss!”

Camryn blinked as she was guided out of the showcase. The sight of Yun-Seo and the kanji disappeared, and her mind raced. There were three facts she knew from this interaction. One, Yun-Seo was a Yukimura. Two, Yun-Seo did not recognize Camryn. Three, Yun-Seo was about to meet with the Imai couple.

@insomniac-jay

[mrskenpachizaraki]

Chapter 4

~Three years before: Setting inside the Orphanage ~

“Where the fuck is my son?!?!! “ A shout could be heard throughout the play area.

Rao turned his attention to the building the shout came from. He watched as the other kids also looked, some of them looking scared and others he can see gathering behind him. He was use to adults coming and adopting the children. Many of them nice and very few bad. Sometimes they would get kids that were taken from the very bad adults. Often those kids never would leave.

The door was suddenly slammed opened and an adult male was standing there. His eyes were red and his clothes were all messed up. The biggest thing that Rao didn’t like was the feeling the adult was making him feel.

It was just bad….

The adult male eyes suddenly went to one of the newer kids that only came in a week ago.

“You!!” Was only thing he said, before he made the attempt to step out.Half of his body was out of the door way when suddenly he fall sideways, screaming as he hit the floor.

Rao didn’t even realize what was going on, but saw he had time to get the kids out of harms ways. He gathered them and ushered them into another building.

Once he was sure the kids were safe, he ran back outside. He ran back and what he saw scared him.

~Present Time~

‘Will be home soon.~Phoenix’

‘Make sure you’re back home by 10. Want you safe. Information can wait if need be. Ito says he has an update ~Rao’

Phoenix laughed when she saw the message before putting her phone back into her pocket. She was in the Oya district. Even though Oya was Itos assignment she needed a starting point. She was wearing her more female clothing. A simple blouse and skirt.

Phoenix figured she would follow some of the first years and see if she can find a dealer. She was standing not to far from Oya, waiting for some of the students to come out. Not to long after she got that she saw multiple students leave.

‘Perfect’

She picked a pair of students and started following them. As she was following she accidentally bumped into a different student.

“Sorry” she mumbles out, not paying to much attention to the guy.

~Third POV~

-Tsuji-

I looked as the girl continued walking past me, not allowing me to apologize back. For some reason she reminded me of her.

“Tsuji?”

I shake my head and turn my attention to Shibaman.

“It’s nothing. I thought I saw our butterfly.”

Shibaman hums while nodding “Do you think it was her?”

I shrug “Maybe. If it was we’ll run into her again.”

Shibaman laughs “Trouble does follow her.”

I smile at him “You’re not wrong.” I pat his arm before reaching down and lacing my fingers with his “Let’s go. Todoroki is probably waiting for us to get back.”

~Back with Phoenix ~

They walked down the road and continued to walk for at least thirty minutes. They were at the edge of the Oya, a turn from this point could lead them to either Daruma’s area or the Rude Boys area. This area wasn’t really patrolled by either side.

The two stopped close to a raggedy looking shop. Phoenix waited a few buildings down from them, making sure they couldn’t see her. The two students waited a little while before a female student walked up to them and started talking to them. They gave her some money and she gave them a bag. Once they finished the exchange the two went different ways.

‘You would think they would be more aware of their surroundings.’ She rolls her eyes, making sure to note the school uniform the girl was wearing. ‘ Seiho Girls High School.’ She sighs and rubs the sides of her head ‘At least I know who ever is charge they are using females students.’ She checks her phone and sighs.

“Better head home before Rao starts panicking.” She mumbles, walking to the train station. Making sure to note the interaction and location to inform everyone at their meeting tomorrow.

[scifri666]

Why The Great Wall (2016) is great

Preamble

It might be exaggerated to say that this movie set me on the path I’m on today, but it is not entirely untrue. I first watched in the tiny cinema in the town I went to school in, when it was released. I had free admission because I wrote critiques for the local newspaper, which at that time cooperated with our school newspaper. (Between us: I wasn’t even a member of the school newspaper). I watched The Great Wall all alone in the movie theatre, and I enjoyed it a lot. I then send my critique to the newspaper and didn’t think about the movie again, until I applied to university two years later. Wanting to impress I included the critique I wrote about The Great Wall in my application, because in it I discussed the costumes and now wanted to study textile culture. My application reached the department’s film nerd, who furthermore was passionate about Asian cinema (though I won't go so far as to say that The Great Wall can be counted as Asian movie, it's a Chinese-American movie, or an American movie with chinese influence). I got accepted as a student. My critique of The Great Wall probably was only a small part of why I was accepted, but I keep rewatching it and still enjoy it almost seven years later.

The Main Part

Some of you will now ask why I keep rewatching it, because at best it’s a mediocre fantasy-history-action film and at worst it’s a prime example of a stupid plot with a cherry of white savorism on top (that topic requires a different kind of brainpower than I have available right now) . I hear you and you’re not wrong, except that there is more to the movie:

The costume design is striking. The colours, the flow of the cloaks, the animals worked into the individual units’ uniforms. Furthermore, the characters clothing is used for storytelling and consistent within the world. Matt Damon’s character William for example starts the movie in a worn down, roughly woven shawl, which General Lin Mae (played by Jing Tian) removes, revealing the soldier’s uniform underneath. In this moment Williams lie of being a lost merchant is revealed by his clothing. As for world consistent clothing, Williams wears the same undershirt for the entirety of the movie. At one point it gets washed, but it is never changed, even at the end, when he wears an archer’s armour of the Nameless Order over it. This seems like a basic thing for a million dollar production to get right, but once you start paying attention to it you realise it not.

Though not very subtly the movie makes a good point of discussing themes of greed and individualism vs. loyalty and collectivism. William’s motivation at the beginning of the movie is to get as much black powder as possible and get rich by selling it. Once he encounters it and is helplessly trapped in the explosions black powder weapons cause, he realises that black powder is powerful weapon and needs to be used only in the direst circumstances. The Nameless Order keeps the secret of black powder to protect the world from the destruction careless use of black powder would entail. The conceptualise Black Powder not as a commodity, but a necessary evil. Furthermore the members of the Nameless Order are never unnecessarily cruel or violent, not even towards their prisoners. This negotiation of necessary violence vs. violence to establish dominance (as often seen in other American Action movies) is one that I greatly enjoy.

Connected to the last point: ✨TEAM WORK✨. Everybody in the Nameless Order has an individual skill and they work together to help each other. It’s nice to see, because there isn’t one leader that always calls the shots and everybody’s expertise is respected and used. There is a whole division of female soldiers, whose smaller stature and lighter body weight, allows for them to kamikaze dive down the wall and kill Tao Tei in a truely athlectic way.

Zhang Yimou (the director) had clear vision and he executed it. Scenes mirror each other and they connect the Tao Tei story line to that of the captive westerners trying to steal black powder and escape with it. In one scene you see the tunnel the Tao Tei dug through the wall, the following scene opens with a shot of a hole in a wall where Sir Ballard stashed his stolen black powder for his escape. Again this is not necessarily subtle, but it is well made and consistent throughout the movie.

The sets are cleverly used. I’m sure the same corner staircase was used in three different scenes, but I can’t be sure, because every time the camera angle is different, so the space looks unique very time.

The score is amazing. It was composed by Ramin Djawadi, the same guy that did the sound track for Game of Thrones and Pacific Rim (that’s an amazing movie too, go watch it after you listened to the sound track of The Great Wall). There are some amazing choir sequences in the score and a lot of the melodies is played by a cello, which is a highly underrated instrument. There is also bombastic orchestra drumming and mandarin singing. I love it and it makes every grocery store trip epic.

Also there is a dude in full armour doing the dishes. Baby.

The End

[fma03envy]

Bored so I'm stating my thoughts on every DRS swimsuit sprite

(Part 1: THH)

Makoto: it's like. Fine lol. Kind of generic but totally fits with his "totally average high school student" thing

Taka: Accurate. Next.

Byakuya: Torn between "this looks stupid" and "it's Byakuya we're talking about here, of course he'd wear something stupid and think it would make him look more refined ". Like this looks bad but it's absolutely in character

Mondo: Eh. Feels almost kinda young for him but I don't really have any better ideas and it does fit his color scheme well

Leon: Flaming hot cheetos vibes but I'll take it

Hifumi: Fitting but makes me even more mad that he's stylized Like That. All the other characters had plausible proportions I'm SURE you can do that for a fat character too. Either they all should be cartoony or none of em should be

Hiro: I guess I get what they were going for but this is too patterned and also not his color scheme at all. Maybe I'm just saying this bc I think orange and green basically never match but yeah

Chihiro: BEAUTIFUL AMAZING SHOWSTOPPING PERFECT. My favorite outfit so far. Dr may have utterly failed in basically every aspect of Chihiro's writing but they did not fail with this outfit she looks amazing

Sayaka: This looks dumb sorry. Idk what they were going for but like. Why. The top and bottom of her suit don't even match? (Admittedly her hair being draped over her shoulders weirdly like that is just for this sprite not all of them but still)

Kyoko. Like. Technically it's better than Sayaka's aesthetically in that at least it matches with itself and her hair ties (in most of the sprites at least. For some reason they're discolored in this only fullbody one.). Still. The thing about me is that I have trouble imagining Kyoko wearing literally any feminine clothing ever so I see this and my mind just goes "OOC" even though she literally also dresses fem in canon

Hina: Worst one yet. She's literally ultimate swimmer why would she wear this it's impractical and dumb. Also the color scheme is soo different from the normal desaturated red+white+blue she normally wears. The bandaid is an ok touch but that's the only good thing about this design

(I'm sorry Toko's expression is like that; this is the only close-to-fullbody DRS sprite on the wiki)

Toko and Syo (kind of the same outfit so I'll judge it together): I really like this one! Toko having a skirt thing so no one can see her tallymarks but Syo taking it off is a good touch. I wouldn't have thought of blue as her color but it actually really works (and reminds me of Komaru's uniform...)

Sakura: Cute! Tbh a bit more frilly/cutesy than I would have expected but she looks nice :)

Celeste: SECOND FAVE AFTER CHIHIRO I <3 IT. Generally Celeste's aesthetic fucks so hard (only tiiiiny criticism I have is that the lace on her suit would look nicer if it was matching in size with that on her headdress)

Junko: Why so plain??? Like it really doesn't seem to fit with the gyaru aesthetic at all (admittedly I don't know much about said fashion subculture though so I def could be wrong it just looks very different to my eye). Like I feel like this is what Hina should have worn it looks like smth actual swimmers would wear in a race

Mukuro: REAL LIXED FEELINGS HERE. On the one hand, this is very fitting for someone pretending to be the ultimate fashionista; you've perfectly captured that vibe. On the other hand, why should she have to pretend to be Junko in this context whyyy. (So like generally this aesthetic is good she's getting a good grade in Junko mimicry but the "Mukuro is butch" part of my brain is NOT a fan she shouldn't HAVE to wear that)

Monokuma: Sure lol. this is fine. Why do you need a swimsuit when you're normally naked

[paalove]

puppy honey pickrome fic idea of pick being simply so down bad for rome but ofc it’s pick so he has his own way of showing it and it’s adorable and i just need more of them

💖💖 p'pick! study date fic for them in which pick is settling into Being A Boyfriend.

also on ao3

Rome’s got plans for the week.

Not fun ones! They aren’t fun. It’s the start of exam season, which means that everybody Rome knows is about to descend into their worst, least social selves, for a couple of weeks at least.

What’s worse is that the good students and the ones who are about to graduate went into that state even earlier, so P’Pick – and P’Porsche, which of course matters to Emma – have been basically missing for the last month. It’s not been lonely-lonely, he still has Emma to talk to, but it isn’t fun.

P’Pick’s last exam is in twelve days.

Rome and Emma have theirs from five days from now to three days after that.

Which means Rome’s important plans are studying. He’s going to hole up with Emma and a stack of textbooks and she’s going to scold him for not learning anything for the past few months and only paying attention to P’Pick, and it’s not even going to be hypocritical because he knows P’Porsche and Emma have done at least one library date.

But he doesn’t want to get up.

P’Pick’s already up – he can feel that side of the bed getting cold, and also if P’Pick wasn’t already up Rome’s arm would at least be over him, and he’s not touching anything but the bed – but Rome’s still tired. And also in a state of opposition to studying.

He tries to bury his face in the pillow and go back to sleep, pulling the covers over him as he does so because P’Pick left the curtains open when he got up, because P’Pick is still kind of thoughtless even though he’s Rome’s boyfriend now but that’s fine because it’s very cute when it’s not just him leaving the curtains open and ruining Rome’s sleep.

The newly-created darkness is helping pull Rome back to sleep, nice and cozy and warm, when-

Something hits him through the covers right in the back of the head.

“P’Pick,” he whines at the wordless thud, because who else is going to throw things at the bed?

He doesn’t know why P’Pick is throwing things instead of vanishing to the library or P’Porsche’s place, but it’s got to be P’Pick, so when he sits up – blanket and mysterious thrown object falling to his lap – he’s already smiling even before he sees his boyfriend standing in front of him, face covered in his trademark irritation.

And that means P’Pick’s not smiling but Rome can see the amusement in his eyes as he says, “Uh. It’s me. Get up, shorty, it’s nine.”

“But classes are done,” Rome points out, head tilted half in confusion and half to look at P’Pick from a slightly different angle.

He’s wearing jeans and a t-shirt – he must be studying at P’Porsche’s place today.

The other thing he’s doing is rolling his eyes and saying, “Studying isn’t. With Emma, right?”

Rome feels his own smile go wider, stretching across his face because P’Pick can say it in as few words as possible but he can’t hide that he knows Rome’s plans.

He says, “Yes,” with the type of smile that P’Pick always rolls his eyes and turns away from and then looks at the object.

“Oh,” he tells P’Pick, still looking down at his lap, “Thank you, but I need my uniform, not normal clothes. Emma and I need to get some things from the library, so we’ll be on campus today.”

He always feels really bad when he has to correct something nice P’Pick’s done or said, but it’s like the thing with the camera which was very sweet, and very expensive, and the wrong specs for Rome’s classes – P’Pick would notice him not using it. Without an explanation P’Pick would get stroppy.

Well, with an explanation P’Pick had gotten stroppy, first saying he’d bought the camera for himself then saying it was for outside class, just Rome’s hobby photography, and finally he’d stopped being all sad and bought Rome a new one with Emma’s clear guidance-

But he would have been worse if Rome hadn’t said anything.

His response is different today, though, and when Rome does look back up he’s actually smirking a little bit in the way he knows Rome thinks is hot, and he shakes his head and says, “Nope.”

Then he turns and walks out of the room.

Rome looks confused after him and considers going back to sleep, but…

Well, P’Pick got him up on purpose, and he’s looking all proud of himself, so there’s probably something else going on.

It’s with some pressed-down excitement that Rome gets up and showers and, eventually, decides to put on the clothes P’Pick gave him, a nice shirt and tighter jeans than Rome normally wears when P’Pick’s going to be elsewhere all day, but P’Pick likes them so him choosing them isn’t surprising.

The worst that’s going to happen is Rome has to come back up to P’Pick’s room, dig through the corner of his wardrobe that P’Pick hasn’t admitted is Rome’s now, and find his own uniform.

He goes downstairs cautiously – even more cautiously when he smells food.

P’Pick can cook, but not super fancy stuff, and also he doesn’t do it a lot, and he’s busy today so why-

It’s takeout.

That’s the first thing he sees, plastic bags and boxes abandoned on the table, and Rome smiles because he should have realised it would be that.

The second thing he sees is-

“Nong Rome,” calls P’Porsche, reminding him of why they still call him P’Doggy even though he hasn’t worn the dog costume in a while.

Emma, next to him at the table, waves one hand – the other one held captive by P’Porsche as she says, “Good morning, sleeping beauty.”

“It’s only nine, P’Pick said,” he defends himself, going to the chair opposite Emma and next to his embarrassed boyfriend, who seems to be avoiding his gaze by pretending he needs to rearrange a stack of books.

He ignores Emma continuing to make fun of him as he sits down and hooks his foot around his boyfriend’s ankle, making P’Pick go completely still, and then he asks the table, “Are we studying together?”

“I’m glad you asked,” P’Porsche answers with a flourish, “We were going to be studying separately, but Pick was worried you would- ow,” he breaks off with a yelp.

The leg Rome hasn’t got trapped seems to return to its original position, and Rome mirrors Emma’s laugh, but he also pats P’Pick on the forearm and says, “Thank you, P’Pick, that’s so thoughtful.”

If they were alone Rome might have to point out P’Pick’s ears going red; luckily today P’Porsche notices for him. Not lucky for P’Pick, though.

[lightvsdark18]

Responses to voicelines (Deuce)

You'd be surprised at what you can achieve with even just a small effort every day. "Many a little makes a mickle." That's something people say, right?

I have never heard that phrase before, but maybe it's a common phase here.

Heh, you and I are homies.

Heck yeah.

At this rate, I might be able to summon other things at will soon, instead of just a cauldron.

Yeah, but the cauldron is funny.

If I don't live up to everyone's expectations here and now, I'll never become an honor student.

You should live up to your expectations, not others. What do you believe an honor student is like?

I don't want to be overshadowed by anyone.

I can understand that.

Let me know if you need help with anything. Though I admit I might not be the best study buddy.

I appreciate the thought.

If you keep dragging your feet, we'll be late for class. We should hurry to the classroom.

Then go without me. You're the honor student, not me.

School Uniform

It's not that I hate uniforms. It's just, well... I used to be kind of a slob, so dressing up nice feels so weird.

I never had to wear a uniform, so this is new to me in general. It isn't bad since you don't have to think about what to wear.

P.E. Uniform

I'm confident in my athletic abilities. If you think I'm bluffing, we can always goe toe-to-toe.

Trust me, I don't believe you're bluffing.

Coach Vargas leads track and field. Usually, he's a passionate and respectable teacher, but when he gets on the topic of muscles...

I'm getting tired of hearing it. Can't he talk about something else?

Mud usually doesn't come off of clothes in the wash unless you pre-treat it. I mean, that's common knowledge, isn't it?

Yeah, but my mom taught me nothing about laundry.

Back at home, I dealt with all the electronics. I hope Mom is managing all right by herself.

("Aww")

Labwear

Cater saw my test score earlier. I'm sure he had a good laugh over it.

(Sad) Aw, honey.

How does Grim manage to hold thin test tubes with those paws of his?

My guess is his magic. But it looks like he's actually holding it. Weird.

I know I'm not completely useless, but when people try to throw a lot of information at me all at once, I can't handle it.

I can understand that. You need time to process it first before continuing.

I'm really good at frying eggs. There's actually a lot of technique to it. Incidentally, I prefer them soft-boiled.

I only had scrambled and hard-boiled eggs. I'm not really interested in a runny yoke, so I never tried sunny-side or soft-boiled.

If there's anything you don't understand, you should ask Professor Crewel. He'll spend hours teaching you until you get it.

... I rather not.

Listen to this! I got a good score on my last test.

Good job, Deuce!

Ceremonial Robes

I don't have time for distractions. I'm going to be a magnificent mage!

Okay, hotshot. *Teasing smirk*

You're teaming up with me? Good choice.

Is it though? I'm kidding.

This school is so huge! I wish we could take shortcuts through mirrors to class, like we do to the dorms.

True that.

Where are you going? If you wander around aimlessly like that, the professors will get upset with you.

I don't really care.

Every time I wear these robes, I remember how freaked— *Ahem* I mean, apprehensive I was during orientation.

... I honestly don't feel the greatest while wearing the robes because of what happened during the orientation and afterwards.

Hey, would you take a picture with me? I think my mom will feel better if I show her that I made some friends.

Sure... Wait, wouldn't she have a problem with the fact I'm a girl, in a boys' school?

There are rumors that your magical potential is determined at birth. But potential doesn't matter if you don't put in hard work.

True.

Dorm Uniform

Common sense doesn't apply at our dorm. Keep that in mind.

I'm well aware from first-hand experience.

I never abandon my friends! I have your back!

Same here, Deuce!

Are you getting used to being here?

A little bit. It still feels unreal to me.

Do I look all right? I don't normally wear clothes like this, so I'm a little embarrassed.

You look good. ^-^

Just between you and me, I still have some reservations about the dorm tea party. I'm not used to fancy stuff like that.

Same. The only tea parties I had was with my mom and it didn't feel like a party.

I'm great at croquet! All you have to do is swing the flamingo as hard as you can, right?

I doubt that considering you're dealing with animals.

Be careful not to disobey any of the Queen of Hearts' laws. Especially when you're visiting Heartslabyul.

Eh, I'm only here for the tea parties so I think I can deal.

The rules at Heartslabyul are very strict, but a lot of them are for our own good...probably.

There's probably some rules that make sense and were made to protect you, but most of them are not.

Right! I was getting a little fidgety myself. Should we go try out the rose maze?

Hell yeah.

If you were in Heartslabyul too, it would be more... Actually, no. I think Ramshackle House suits you in a way. Ha ha.

What's that suppose to mean, are you insulting me? Haha, I'm joking, Deuce, don't worry.

Starsending Robes

The puppet in the story gets in big trouble when he plays hooky, you know. Might be worth reading that tale to Grim.

Hopefully it scares him into behaving.

I'm stumbling all over the place during dance practice! I thought I was good at athletic stuff.

Dancing is a bit different because it's a performance than just moving and stuff. So, don't worry, Deuce. You'll get the hang of it.

Is your star collecting going okay? Just holler if you have any trouble.

("I want to know why I'm a part of this. I don't even have an outfit.")

Idia keeps using all these words I've never heard before. Is it computer jargon or something?

Who knows.

My birthday must be one of the luckiest days of the year if the headmage picked it. It's like a badge of honor.

("I don't know about that, Deuce.")

Stay back! I accidentally just clotheslined Trey swingin' my arm during dance practice!

Are you okay?!

Making fun of people for putting in effort is immature. If anyone gives you grief for that, just ignore 'em.

Wise words, Deuce.

Halloween

You can't escape from me now. Prepare to be scared to the bone!

With that face I doubt it.

I am a skeleton risen from the grave! Boo!

Oh no, a spooky skeleton. Heh.

This costume is precious to me, so I take good care of it. Stop clawing at the lace, Grim.

Grim, behave.

When I was kid, I once thought there was a monster outside my house and BAWLED. Turns out it was only laundry hung up to dry.

(Happy) Aw, honey.

I got a message from my mom. She says she wants to see my costume. I don't mind sending her a pic, but I'm bad at selfies. Would you take one of me?

Of course. Smile.

Hey, you! You wanna go to an early grave?! Er... Sorry. I was practicing trying to sound scary. I wasn't talking specifically to you!

You should have warned me before practicing.

[ardn631-isobelchilberto-2024]

Study Break - Izzy Photos

Interview Before Shoot:

What is your name, age, occupation?

Izzy Sole, 20, student nurse and bar manager.

How would you, as you are now, describe yourself?

Outgoing, bubbly, positive, driven and independent.

How do you want to be photographed?

Natural, candid, not superposed, not too forced/structured. Being herself and having fun.

What has been the biggest change going into your twenties?

Definitely, coming back from Australia because she moved right back as she turned twenty. Then, I went to University and had a new position at work. A whole new adjustment and lifestyle.

What are some challenges you face going into your twenties?

Being perceived as an adult, your family will perceive you as a child, and other adults. They say you're only twenty you don't know anything. Negated her adulthood even though she feels like she is one.

What have been highlights going into your twenties?

Deeper friendships, less superficial friendships, branching out on your own, travelling.

What do you aspire to do in your twenties?

A lot of traveling, and to move up in your career, branch out within nursing.

For me: Who is this person?

One of my close friends I've known from childhood. A bubbly, friendly person who is hardworking and independent.

About the shoot:

Because I wasn't well for most of the break, I didn't manage to get the photos I wanted to support my theme. This was because I was recovering in my room. Therefore, I wasn't happy with the quality and thematic elements of my photos. I decided I wanted to do a photoshoot with one of my friends when I was feeling better to compensate for this.

This week, I photographed my friend Izzy. I photographed her at her house. In her room and outside, she plays with two sources of lighting and backgrounds. I did multiple sets of photos. First, the doorway to her room allows natural light from the window and a frame, taking inspiration from one of Edith's photos I looked at. Also, next to her window with the light on one side of her face. Then, playing around with the mirror inspired by past shoots and Vivian Maier's. These first shoots were to reflect her in her room, in a personal space, to her. I also loved the portrayal of strength seen in Sally Munn's work; though thematically different, there was a power in all her photos I wanted to portray with Izzy.

Then, to reflect on her aspirations, we found a globe, and I got her to hold it and point to where she plans to live. Reflecting her goals and her goal-driven nature. Then, we got her into her student nursing uniform. She had this air of confidence and professionalism she emulated when wearing the uniform. Therefore, the shots reflected this. I took shots in her room and outside. My favourite shoot was definitely outside, as the green backdrop contrasted nicely with her hair and uniform.

Throughout the shoot, since Izzy is a very bubbly person, I made sure we were talking and laughing to get candid shots that reflected her personality. I think this was an effective way to put her at ease and get the shots she wanted. Alongside this, I made sure to embody the way she presented herself f in her own skin like in the projects I've looked at this break. How she wants to look and feel comfortable as a young women.

Favourites:

Photo 1 - I like how the light gives her a twinkle in her eye, and it falls on her face, highlighting it. I like the relaxed facial expression and body language as she is at the entrance to her room. She is wearing casual clothes and is preparing to go to work in a few hours.

Photo 2 - Using a globe she had, we played with the fact one of her goals was to move to Australia. I got her to point to the location she wanted to move to, and I felt like her facial expression perfectly fit her fondness and excitement about moving there. I like how the camera looks over her shoulder like she's showing us where she wants to go.

Photo 3 - I loved this backdrop as it contrasted beautifully with her uniform and hair colour. The colours in this image are very false tearing and match her relaxed but confident stance. I also like how evenly dispersed the lighting is.

Photo 4 - This was a candid photo as she was getting ready for one of the shots. I like how it shows her interacting with her environment. It looks like she is getting ready for nursing. There is a youthful excitement in her body language and expression. The lighting also hits her face but adds shadows to her neck to create an interesting dynamic range.

Photo 5 - I find this photo embodies Izzy's personality and feels natural for her. She is relaxed and comfortable in her space while wearing her nursing uniform for her current placement. I like how the light is concentrated on her name tag, highlighting it.

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Clingy

Story Summary -> The Vigilante mobile breaks down and Adrian needs a hand, transport-wise and socially it seems. Once his coworker gives him a hand, it sets him off and there is no going back to the platonic relationship they had before.

A relationship that needs to have clear boundaries because Adrian is known to get far too excited to interact with her at any chance he gets.

Tags -> Co-workers, Brief Homophobia, Codependency, Fluff, Drunkenness, Developing Relationship, Showering Together, Male simp

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One job tends to be enough for one person. Yet, some people have to do more than that. Single mothers. College students. Crime fighters. And Adrian Chase fits into that last category.

Fennel Fields could've merely been a cover. The life insurance payments of his parents and brother were more than enough to live on for a regular person, yet Adrian liked guns. And guns can be expensive. Not to mention, his prescription visor had to be custom built and, even then, he added a few dollars extra for their secrecy. His secret identity being revealled by the guy who makes his fucking fancy glasses was the lamest unmasking he could think of. That would suck so hard.

And then the 11th Street Kids became his third job - sort of. It was like his night time patrol but in the day. It wasn't quite another job, just it amplified his favourite one. It was like 2.5 jobs. Which was cool. Tiring as shit, but dope as hell.

Another super awesome thing about A.R.G.U.S. was that he got to work with his best buddies. His coworkers at Fennel tended to not understand his humour or they thought he was weird or crazy, and just generally were not nice to him. There was no Chris. No Eagly. And definitely no Y/N. He'd fucking know if there was a babe as hot as Y/N at godamned Fennel Fields.

Y/N was a total badass when it came down to it. She was confident and smart and she knew how to take charge of situations and make a plan B before plan A had yet to fail. Plus she wasn't a closed off asshole like Harcourt, Adrian thought. She made jokes, she laughed, and she was always willing to give him a helping hand whether it was on the battlefield or off.

Kindness seemed to be rare these days.

So, there was no doubt what her response was when the Vigilante mobile broke down and he needed a ride. Nowhere in his mind did he think to ask Chris because why, why would he? Y/N would say yes with no hesitation. Chris would bitch and whine, then ultimately forget to give him the ride.

"Get in, sweetheart," she called out through her window as soon as she saw him walking towards her car. Her voice was warm, kind and friendly as ever. As always. Adrian grinned widely as he climbed into the passenger seat and threw down his backpack, causing some of it to spill out into the footwell. "Nice outfit."

Looking down at his stupid busboy uniform, he let out a quick and defensive, "I have nicer clothes than this. You know I do." It was stupid. The words came out a mile a minute. Like he was an over excited puppy that was trying to impress a new friend. "Got a bunch of nice clothes, you see. In my room. That I wear. Sometimes."

He got like this on occasion. If they hadn't seen each other in a couple of days, he would be talking nonstop in such a cute, ramble-ish manner that she couldn't help being totally entertained by it. Often, she'd see people completely shut him down whenever he started talking so she let him say whatever he wanted to. He was a funny guy. Just... a little bit overexcitable sometimes. She wasn't bothered by it, though.

"Yeah, your Vigilante get up is so nice and cool."

"You think?" He chirped happily as he tried to stuff everything that had fallen out of his bag back in whilst his focus was entirely on her. This conversation was going much better than planned, if Adrian was honest with himself.

Sure, he looked kinda dumb in that hat that Fennel forced him to wear, but that didn't matter. Especially when she reached across the gearstick and straightened the hat on his head to adjust it properly. Y/N's hands lingered there for a moment longer than they should've. She was brushing the curls against his forehead, which he found very comforting. He felt all tingly inside.

But then her fingers retracted and she pulled away, leaving Adrian feeling like he'd been kicked in the stomach. He'd hoped she'd stayed or maybe gone further. Who knows, one day he might get super lucky and she will take his face into her hands. Maybe give him a little smooch, maybe more. Hopefully more than a little smooch.

God, he hoped so much. So much that it felt almost painful sometimes. His heart fluttered every time he thought of her - and, oh boy, he thought of her quite a lot.

"Yeah, the visor is genius really. Putting your prescription in the mask so you don't have to wear your glasses underneath, that's creative problem solving, dude," she cheered as she started the car and pulled away from his drive.

"Never been called a genius before," Adrian muttered, mostly to himself. He liked hearing compliments from Y/N. They felt special. She always said the absolute nicest things about him, and he cherished them deeply, well, mostly because he rarely got them. He was used to people being mean or condescending to him since that was expected, after all.

And his mother always tried to get him to pay back a compliment when he was given one. It was a lesson that rarely came up, but he was immediately prepared with aspects of her that he liked. There was a litany of things about her that he liked - her intelligence, her bravery, her honesty, her kindness, her humour, her fucking face, not to mention her rocking bod! - and, if anything, he had a hard time picking between them.

"Your boobs look nice today."

Shit. Oh. Fuck. Not that one. Should not have said that.

A blush began to rise onto his cheeks as he stared forward in embarrassment. Yet, he heard Y/N snort in response. "Oh. Thank you!" She giggled without an ounce of disgust or malice, just pure amusement.

"That was awful, I'm sorry." Adrian groaned and let his face fall into his hands, but soon gestured in the general direction of her cleavage. "Your top is low cut and I'm a man. A warm blooded man. My brain was not ready for that."

Again, she laughed, her voice filling the car with revelry and joy as the wind blew her hair around. Adrian's body relaxed slightly and a small smile came upon his lips as he allowed himself to glance up at her profile and watch as she drove.

"Hey, a cute guy looking at my boobs is a okay with me," she said playfully. And he couldn't tell if it was a joke or sarcasm or something, but she definitely didn't mean it that way. She couldn't. That was impossible. She had to be joking.

Right?

She had the sense to change the subject as he seemed to quieten down, so she assumed he was uncomfortable in some way. Or maybe he was just embarrassed about his compliment.

"What time do I need to pick you up later?"

"Nine," he replied quietly. Then, he cleared his throat and continued, "I could always walk if you want an early night or don't want to drive or something like that."

"Nonsense." Y/N waved it off and gave him a grin that told him that whatever self deprecating things he was thinking, he should throw out the window for good measure.

Before they knew it, they were in the Fennel Fields car park. The conversation had been a smidge stilted as he was attempting to think before he spoke, which was a seriously underdeveloped skill of his. He didn't want to fuck up royally and make her hate him. That would suck. That would really suck.

Here she is, the perfect girl who, for reasons that he had no clue about, was nice and sweet to him - yeah, he didn't want to fuck that up. He didn't want it to all come crashing down because of a few stupid thoughtless comments.

"See you later...Bye Y/N!"

Then he was out of the car as fast as he could without tripping over his own feet. He hadn't gotten a chance to scope out his surroundings and, therefore, failed to notice that both Fred and Colin were on their break. These guys were assholes, he knew that for sure as his high school years had been made hell by those two douchebags.

"Woah, look at him go," Fred scoffed as he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned lazily back against the wall. "Fastest gay in the galaxy!"

Adrian stopped in place.

"Guys, how many times have I told you that using the word gay as an insult isn't, like, cool or good. It's offensive to gay people."

Colin had to take the opportunity to tease, "Shit, I think we offended him. Sorry, homo."

"Yeah, sorry bum boy."

Honeslty, these guys had been saying shit like this since high school and it was, not only incredibly childish and homophobic, but so fucking boring. They could've at least kept their insults interesting. Once a teenage girl on the street yelled at him "Bitch, you look like you work at the sperm bank and get paid in exposure," and he thought about it for days on end. It was totally out of pocket, unprompted and, shit, he made sure never to wear that one cardigan ever again.

In fact, he burned it.

"Wish I never told you guys that I'm bi," Adrian sighed tiredly as he ran a hand through his hair in frustration.

From where she was sitting, Y/N could just about hear the conversation and felt awful for him. When he spilled his bag, he'd missed an item. Perfect.

Calling out as she stepped from the car, "Hey sweetheart, you left your..." What the fuck was this in her hand? It was a weird shaped dice. It was more circular than the die she was used to. "This thing!"

A woman, and a pretty one at that, was actually interacting with him in front of his coworkers. That was great. So awesome because then he could claim that Y/N was his girlfriend and all the weird comments would stop. How could he be even a smidgeon bit gay if he had a girlfriend? In their shallow little minds, it was impossible. That was his mission.

"Thanks, b-babe." Adrian sounded so unconvincing as he said it that she rolled her eyes fondly and walked towards him with an amused grin on her lips. "I'll uhmm....Put it away."

As soon as she was beside him, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and he thought he was imagining shit, but then he saw her lips coming in closer and closer and, holy crap, was she actually going to kiss him? Yes, yes she was.

He didn't care if it was a dream because he could feel her soft mouth pressing against his and he kissed her back without hesitation. It felt real, and he could feel her smiling through the kiss. She felt real too, the smooth skin against his hands as he cradled her cheeks seemed to be real too. But, most importantly, she tasted real.

And, boy, did she taste so good. He wanted more, so much more than as she went to pull away, he chased her lips to prolong it as long as he could. They eventually parted as he rested his forehead against hers and breathed heavily.

"You okay?" she whispered.

"Never fucking better."

Detaching herself from his grip - before he wanted her to if he was being honest - she pretended to notice the other men with a faux apologetic, "Oh sorry, couldn't help myself - he's too cute to resist," then turned back to Adrian, "See you tonight?"

"Yeah, yeah...of course. S-see you."

His little dumbfounded heart was racing as he watched her head back into the car, knowing that he was probably blushing a deep red. And that it wasn't only because he just kissed a girl he admired - a girl whose beauty was far superior to any other human's - but also because she'd (whether directly or indirectly, he had no idea) helped him out. It felt nice, actually. Weird and a tad embarrassing, but still nice. Real nice.

"You and her?!?" Both Fred and Colin exclaimed simultaneously as soon as Y/N disappeared into her car.

The so so smug feelings inside Adrian were written all over his face as he attempted to shrug nonchalantly and head inside without replying. He was practically bouncing with each step as he entered the restaurant and tried to act as though nothing happened, that it was a regular occurrence.

Even his boss made a passing remark about how chipper Adrian seemed. The usual work philosophy for just about every member of the Fennel Fields staff was to provide only as much as they needed to. A smile on the way in and if they were taking an order, yet Adrian had a Cheshire grin for the entirety of his shift, which actually was rather distressing to some customers.

Of course they had to be polite but not necessarily kind and he found himself going out of his way to please everyone around him. The second he noticed a customer's water getting empty, he was there in a flash to refill it whether they wanted him to or not, usual information about when the kitchen was thoroughly cleaned last (way too long ago) was given without being prompted, just as which meals he'd recommend (the cheapest) was too. And he was humming a little song to himself the entire time.

After all, he was in love. A love that had been there for a while just lurking under the surface and had finally broken through the barrier to become even more glaringly obvious. It was annoying to everyone else, but at least Y/N kissed him so he didn't really care. And, he desperately needed to experience it again.

Once nine arrived, he was absolutely buzzing to leave and, as she said she would, Y/N was parked outside. She'd gotten out to throw some of her rubbish in the trash can and was suddenly attacked from behind.

In an instant, her years of training kicked in and she brought her elbow back to wind whoever had grabbed her in the stomach. Then, to grapple them instead, she turned and managed to catch their arm to twist it against their back, retaining them tightly enough to keep them from running.

Not that he was going to run. No way. Adrian was way too turned on to even try.

"Hi Y/N," he beamed.

"Oh Ade! I'm so sorry - you surprised me there." She let go of the hold and helped him stand upright again. "You good?"

So good. Literally the best he'd ever felt, which was why he confidently grabbed onto her hips and tugged her towards him, their lips meeting in an abrupt and needy way that would've had her stumbling backwards if his grip wasn't so strong.

How surprised she currently was feeling was completely overshadowed by how unbelievably wonderful his kiss felt. His lips, they were so soft and warm, and they fit together perfectly. The way he kissed her was so natural and as if he had been preparing for this moment for ages. It was intoxicating.

His tongue traced across her bottom lip, prompting her to open her mouth and welcome him, which she was more than happy to do. He felt her hand travel up to his cheek, her thumb gently stroking his skin as they pulled apart for air, her breathing heavy and quick, her face flushed.

"Hi," she whispered coyly, her voice softer and sweeter than he'd ever heard before.

"Hey."

"What was that?"

"Dunno...just, uh, just felt like it," he shrugged nonchalantly, still holding her waist in his grasp in a clumsy yet possessive grapple. A giggle escaped her throat as he turned his head to press his lips to her palm and nuzzle it affectionately. "Can we hang out tonight? Like, just us?"

Waiting for her response, his gaze met hers once more, his green eyes staring down at her in adoration as she tried to piece things together. If possible, his face grew even more adorably charming as she stared back at him. Her expression softened.

"Yeah, of course. Whatever you want to do, Ade." Her voice, although still husky and full of confusion, held such a gentle, caring tone that he melted at the sound.

With another kiss to her palm, he released her and they headed to the car and drove off together. The entire time she was sneaking glances at him, because was this an alien? He seemed excited, yes, but Adrian hardly ever liked being touched by anyone and, here he was, reaching for her hand every time she took it off the gear stick.

It was a nice change, sure. But a weird one. She assumed it had something to do with their kiss before work. And she knew for a fact that he was touch starved. It had to be a mix of the two. Why else would he have acted so differently? It had to. It was weird, definitely, but a good weird.

Still, she felt the need to check, "Are you doing okay? You haven't taken any drugs or been concussed or replaced by a clone?"

"Uh, none of the above. I'm seriously a-okay," he replied, chuckling at how preposterous she sounded. He was dead against drugs so that's a no go. At no point had he signed up for a shady scientific experiment so the chance that there were other Adrian Chase's running about was slim.

Plus, his shift had been rather uninteresting, unless she counted the fact that "I scraped my finger a little and it hurts a bit, but other than that, I'm fucking peachy."

Despite the fact he claimed he was fine, Y/N did a series of medical tests as soon as she got him through the door of his apartment. "Look straight into my eyes please," she ordered and he obliged immediately.

Then he did try to lean forward and kiss her again. Yet, she put her hand on his chest to prevent him from doing so. She took his chin in her hand and tilted him from side to side to inspect every part of his face.

"You have really nice eyes, Y/N. Really pretty," Adrian complimented, his hand resting on the small of her back, gently rubbing up and down as she worked, and his legs swinging either side of her hips as he sat on the kitchen counter.

She nodded absentmindedly, her eyes still glued on his face. His pupils were dilated, yet still seemed to react appropriately when she shone a torch at his eyes. There were bags underneath them, which meant that he hadn't slept very well recently but he rarely got a good amount of sleep so that wasn't out of the ordinary.

"No drugs?"

"NoPe."

"Are you on any new medication?"

"No."

"And you haven't sustained any head injuries in the past two days?"

"None whatsoever, no."

"Got a headache?"

So many questions. So many damn questions. They all had the same answer. And, frankly, he was getting a bit bored of answering so he gave her the best puppy dog eyes he could manage.

"Okay, okay, I'll stop with the torch," she relented, giving him a pat on the cheek. "But, answer me one more question. What's with all the touching? I don't mind, but it's different to how you usually are and I, I don't know, is this a good thing or...?"

Adrian didn't reply right away. His hands slowly fell back down to his sides as he looked down at his shoes awkwardly, his fingers fidgeting with his sleeves. The look on his face didn't match what was happening inside of him right now. One second he was looking into her eyes lovingly and the next second he couldn't help but feel annoyed with himself.

"I like it... And earlier, I- When you... I had to feel it again. I had to feel you again. Maybe I got a bit excited." His voice was almost timid and quiet as he lifted his head.

For the first time in her life, she saw as he seemed to be slightly vulnerable and unsure of his own words. He didn't dare make eye contact with her, but she could tell he wanted to so badly as he added, "Do you, uh, did you like it?"

Tilting his chin up, Y/N smiled gently and brushed some hair behind his ear as she replied, "I'm a big fan of that kiss outside your work and -"

Cheekily, he said, "Which one?" and immediately cheered himself up as soon as he heard her laugh at his remark. However, he couldn't revel in the sound for long as his train of thought was stopped by the obvious sounds of his front door opening.

Without thinking, Adrian jumped down and grabbed a knife from the rack to be armed if the intruder became violent. Which was unlikely because the intruder was in fact Chris. A very drunk, topless Christopher Smith threw the spare key that Adrian gave him at his friend's head with a loud, "Beer! Fucking love beer! Give me some more!... Holy shit, Y/N? Is that you?!"

"Sure is, doofus."

"But this is Adrian's house?"

Sheathing his weapon now that he knew it was only Peacemaker, Adrian made his way over to Chris and placed his hand in front of him with three digits up. "How many fingers, dude?"

Chris gave him a high five.

"Good job, man."

Whatever newfound romantic tone the two had built was quickly placed on the back burner for a moment so they could deal with Chris. Judging by how Adrian dealt with his friend, the pair had clearly gone through this before.

Turning to Y/N, who was standing with her arms crossed over her chest and an amused grin covering the whole of her face, Chris sluggishly asked her, "Why are you here? Did he finally do something?" Then turning to Adrian, he grinned and mumbled, "...Did you, you know, all that mushy shit that I told you not to do?"

"Let's get you to bed."

"Yo, you're not trying to fuck me, are you?"

"No dude."

"Good, cause I like my men less fucking dweeby."

Peacemaker was promptly guided towards the only bedroom and left to pass out on Adrian's bed before he could say anything else. There was a little resistance and that would turn into a deep purple bruise on his buddy's ribs by the morning, but all things considered, it had been one of the easier drunken nights.

After tucking Chris in and pulling the blanket over him, Adrian returned to Y/N and leaned back against the wall opposite where she was propped against the counter.

"That went better than expected," he remarked playfully while crossing his arms across his chest and watching as her eyes glittered with amusement, a soft smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

"If it makes you feel any better, I like my men dweeby. So fucking dweeby."

He pushed off the wall to saunter towards her and cage her body between him and the counter, claiming, "I'm the king of dweebs so you must be really into me," as he looked down at her.

"Well..." She bit her bottom lip, pretending to think about it. "Guess I must be."

His smile widened, a wide, toothy grin that lit up his features and made him look incredibly goofy and cute. It brought out that same sparkle in her eyes and made her heart skip a beat just looking at him, which only got worse when he gently nudged his nose against hers.

They'd been friends for a while now and while she had been flirting with him since they met, she never expected him to be so tactile with her. So open. So honest. It took her completely by surprise. He never showed his feelings openly, mostly because he had the tendency to believe that he didn't have any.

Clearly, he did.

It was like a dam breaking apart. And just like a wall of water coming straight for your face, she got overwhelmed by the sheer volume of his affection.

If she was in the same room as him, he'd be attached to her hip. He had to be touching her in some way. If they were apart, he'd be texting her as frequently as he could possibly manage to do so. And if she'd been busy and missed a few texts, her phone would be bombarded with calls.

Adrian Chase was one needy bastard. His behaviour had shifted so dramatically towards her. It was as if a switch had been flipped in his mind, all those years of loneliness suddenly being thrown out the window as he began clinging desperately onto her whenever and wherever possible.

In most ways, it was sweet. Knowing that he liked being around her was wonderful. She felt loved. Needed. Cared for. Protected. But there was a downside. It was constant. Constant neediness. Constant longing for closeness. Constant wanting. Constant desire for every single bit of her attention.

Every word she'd say. Every movement she'd make. Every action she'd take. Everything she did. Everything she thought. Everything she felt. All of it had a spectator watching it unfold.

"Ade, can I-"

Before she was able to finish her sentence, she was interrupted by a pair of lips crashing against hers. She sighed softly as his hand moved to cup her cheek, thumb caressing along her jawline. He kissed her slowly and gently, making sure that she knew he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.

Once he released her and took a second to get her fuzzy mind back on track, Y/N broke free from his hold and reached forward to push at his chest so he would let her pass into the bathroom.

"Don't follow me in here," she warned sternly. "Just hang out, out there. Go pick a movie or some shit."

As much as he tried to protest, she wouldn't hear of it and practically pushed him out into the hall. She locked the door behind her and let out a deep breath as she rested her back against the wood. The whole situation made her dizzy. She loved hanging out with him, it was great - so much fun - but not every second of their time together had to be like this.

Their relationship definitely wouldn't last long if it continued in this manner. She would reach a boiling point eventually and she didn't even want to imagine what would happen after that.

So, some boundaries had to be placed.

Y/N sat on the toilet and worked it all out in her head. In order to prevent future problems, she needed to break this routine. She needed to lessen this clingy behaviour that was slowly eating away at her, and it wasn't sustainable for him either. There would be a point where he'd get bored of being emotionally dependent on her and then there'd be no going back.

There was a brief moment where she was doubting herself then her phone vibrated and she didn't even need to look at it to know who had texted her.

"Hey baby, can we talk?" she asked as she walked into the living room to find him patiently waiting for her.

"Yeah, you know I love the sound of your voice."

Walking over to sit next to him on the sofa, she turned her body so that she was facing him and reached her hand out to run through his curls. "Be warned, I'm serious about everything I'm about to tell you."

A nervous smirk appeared on his face and he fiddled nervously with a stray thread on his sweater, avoiding her eyes.

"You're breaking up with me, aren't you?" he whispered, causing her eyes to widen considerably.

"No! No, no, no! Of course not!" she reassured, shaking her head vigorously, "Oh God no, nothing like that. This isn't..." She paused and waited for him to look up at her. When he did, she continued. "I really like you, Adrian, but -"

"I really like you too!"

The words caught her off guard, but she smiled nonetheless. He had a tendency to interrupt her, but she knew it was because he was so excited to tell her something and couldn't stop himself from blurting it out.

"I know you do, baby." He stared up at her intently and gave her a big smile and a nod, which prompted her to carry on. She inhaled sharply, feeling slightly apprehensive at how he reacted to her confession, "What I mean to say is that...I like being around you, but I do need some time to myself sometimes too. We don't have to always spend all of our time together."

"Do you mean like...alone time?" he questioned, cocking his eyebrow upwards. "Like, alone time without me?"

"Yes."

Her answer seemed to have given him more pause than what she'd intended since he frowned and tilted his head, something clearly swimming around in that head of his. He remained silent, his gaze wandering off somewhere behind her.

After what felt like forever, he softly said, "Okay."

She blinked, completely surprised by his nonchalant reaction. She'd half expected him to whine a lot more, to complain and pout about it. But he hadn't. Not once did he utter a word about it or try to convince her otherwise.

"Do you understand why?" she pressed, reaching a hand out to squeeze the palm of his hand reassuringly.

Another pregnant silence filled the room until he finally replied, "Not exactly."

He looked up at her again, and the way he was staring at her was almost like he wanted to memorise her face, trying to imprint it in his brain for the sake of any memory loss later when she would abruptly not be right next to him.

"You know how you don't like it when Economos taps his pen against the table? It's fine at first but then he carries on and on until it becomes a little overwhelming, then you have to go into the other room for a break?"

"Yeah, John pisses me off all the time." He paused and came to a realisation. "I piss you off?!? Oh my God, baby, I'm sorry. Are you mad? I won't ever do that again, I promise," he babbled and quickly started to panic, "You are, right? You're angry with me. You hate me! Oh my God. Y/N, please forgive me. Please, I don't mean to. I'm sorry, please don't leave me. I'll do anything, I swear I will."

Then he looked at her with such genuine fear, and it hit her hard. This man was absolutely terrified of losing her, so afraid that he'd lose one of best friends and she would disappear from his life, leaving him all alone in the world. He was a mess. A broken shell. He'd spent a lot of his life alone, and he had been utterly miserable for most of it.

Coming to think of it, these past few months, he'd been happier than she'd ever seen him before. More comfortable with himself. He genuinely smiled more often. He wasn't as purposely reckless. Chris didn't seem to affect him as much. And most astonishingly, he slept better.

"Hey, hey, shush, it's okay," she cooed as she lifted his chin up with her finger. "Look at me. Look at me, I promise I'm not going anywhere, okay? Don't worry. I'm not mad at you. It's not that at all. I just wanted some space, some temporary space, that's all. Periodic breaks of alone time."

"Just temporary?" he asked hopefully, eyes wide as saucers. "Promise?"

"I promise."

Relief washed over his features, the worry and anxiety melting away like snowflakes under the sun. His shoulders sagged and he slumped forward until he was resting his head against her lap. He sighed contentedly, "Thank fuck."

She chuckled and scratched gently at his scalp, feeling like she'd lost a huge weight off her chest. Now that they were somewhat on the same page, she could relax. They would still have many things to work through. Many things to figure out, but she knew for certain that they were on the right path to moving forward.

They took the time to have a big long conversation about everything. In the end, it went pretty well and Y/N knew, she knew that they'd be fine. Yet, they had to test it out before they got too far ahead of themselves.

"What are the rules?"

"No texting or calling for two hours unless there's an emergency."

"And?"

"Keep my hands off your butt when I see you at work."

"And number 3?"

"Ask before I try to initiate any PDA."

Y/N was so glad he had taken her boundaries seriously and wasn't letting it slide. It was sweet of him and honestly, she was touched by his effort to respect her wishes. He was trying, and he was trying so hard. For that, she was grateful beyond measure.

"Can I give you a goodbye kiss?" he asked tentatively, his voice soft and low.

"Baby, you don't have to ask when we're at home. PDA, as in, public displays of affection."

Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and she pulled him closer into her embrace, pressing a gentle kiss onto his cheek. Then the other cheek. Then finally to his lips for good measure.

"It was very kind of you to ask though."

When she pulled away, he was smiling like crazy at her, the smile he never allowed anyone to see and the sight caused her heart to melt like butter. That smile belonged solely to her and her alone. It had become so addictive and she would be lying if she didn't admit that everytime they made a connection, she would feel giddy inside.

And as she went to lean back in to give him another smooch, he gently pushed her face away with a smug, "I thought you had to go?"

"I do."

"So go."

Smiling up at him, she grabbed the front of his tshirt, dragging him down towards her and connecting their lips in a chaste yet heated kiss before leaving his apartment.

Two hours of freedom and how did she spend the majority of it? Sitting by herself in a cafe and wondering if he was okay, that's how. She had intended to read a book, but would get distracted and couldn't make it past the first four paragraphs. She kept checking her phone. Maybe it was muscle memory. Maybe it was that nagging part of her brain that said 'he hasn't texted in five minutes, he could be dead.'

Realistically, she knew he was fine. Vigilante is not the easiest of targets. She knew that. So logically, he'd probably be perfectly okay. And he was. As soon as they made it to HQ, she could see that not only was he physically fine - in every way - but he seemed emotionally fine too.

"For the first time ever, your boyfriend beat you here," Adebayo quipped as Y/N walked through the door, half drunk smoothie in her hand. Leota gestured to Adrian who was looking over Economos's shoulder at some new weapon that John had come up with - the Eagly-copter, which was a drone sort of thing that resembled a very familiar eagle and was equipped with cameras and an uzi.

Modern technology, ay?

He saw her out of the corner of his eye and shot her an amused grin and a wink, raising his eyebrows suggestively before returning his attention back to the fake bird and John's big lecture about how neither of the superheroes could play with it in any way.

The moment it was over, however, Adrian beelined towards his girlfriend. "Did you miss me?" he mused as he leant against her desk, picked up her drink and took a sip. She was going to offer it to him anyway.

"I did," she confirmed with a laugh. "Kiss please?"

Adrian hummed, leaning in to give her a quick kiss that was far less gross than their colleagues were used to seeing them share. Even Harcourt commented, "I'm grossed out, just not as much as normal."

"How are you? Did you find it okay?" Y/N questioned, watching as he slowly drank the rest of her smoothie. Adrian shrugged, looking thoughtful as he stared deep into the liquid and swirled the straw around in circles.

"I think so," he eventually answered after giving himself time to mull things over in his mind. "I did freak out for a bit then, yeah, played some Stardew Valley and that distracted me... I understand now. Sorry for being so clingy before."

"You're forgiven, babe," Y/N assured him with a small nod.

"One more kiss before we get on with our work?"

Y/N rolled her eyes good naturedly, placing a firm kiss on his mouth and making sure to linger there, savouring the taste of his lips and the slight roughness of his stubble before pulling away.

"Those documents aren't going to read themselves. Get on with it, baby!" he jeered as he moved to his seat to do whatever Harcourt had planned for him.

Over time, their alone time could get longer and longer. It came to the point where they could go an entire day without seeing each other. Obviously, there was a splattering of texts during that day that were mostly memes or good morning/night messages or whenever he got bored on his shift and needed some lighthearted entertainment.

Then came her mission. Waller had hand picked five of her agents and, alas, Y/, was one of them. It was the biggest quest of them all for the couple. Two full months apart. Adrian in Evergreen. Y/N on an undercover mission in Egypt to scout out the exact location where Doctor Moon was doing his gruesome experiments.

"I will check in as often as I can but, baby, I might have to go dark for a bit," she explained to him the evening before her departure while they were having dinner together, holding her fork above her plate with a worried look plastered across her face. "I'll try to call you everyday if it's safe. Promise."

He frowned deeply, reaching out for her hands and squeezing reassuringly. "I know you will," he told her softly. "That doesn't mean I won't miss you though. If something happens..." he trailed off, frowning even deeper, his expression becoming solemn and serious. He shook his head, not allowing him the chance to continue what he was saying.

Instead, he lifted her knuckles to his lips and brushed a soft kiss along the surface of her skin. "I can't lose you too," he said, almost inaudibly but the concern dripping from his words was unmistakable.

"And you," she chuckled sadly, "Please don't do anything stupid until I get back."

"Wouldn't dream of it," he promised with a playful grin. The smile quickly disappeared when she guided him to the couch and buried her face in his stomach, cuddling his legs close to her chest and wrapping her arms around him tightly.

"I love you," she murmured tiredly, already beginning to drift off to sleep. "I'm gonna miss you."

"Love you too," he replied, running a soothing hand gently through her hair. He wished that their first declarations of love hadn't been so bittersweet. He wished he had the power to say those three little words earlier in their relationship instead of bottling them up and just waiting for her to say it first.

Those two months seemed to drag and drag, especially during the later stages of her mission because it felt like everything was moving in slow motion and no matter what he tried, nothing he did worked. He couldn't concentrate on anything that he was supposed to be doing and it was stressing him out so much.

Adrian was working overtime, spending all his spare time training or out on patrol or doing god knows what with Chris to get his mind off Y/N for a few minutes, hoping that one of these days she would call him because, as she had warned, her team had to cut communications. It had been two weeks since she'd gone dark and he was getting really fucking worried.

To top it all off, the Vigilante mobile broke down again. Chris was supposed to be giving him lifts but he kept forgetting.

Sad, tired and lonely, Adrian finished his last late night shift of the week and locked up the back door with a huff.

"You know, you should probably buy a new car at this point. The Vigilante mobile has called it quits at least four times since we met."

No way. His head whipped up, face brightening as he lunged towards that voice he recognised so well. And when he found her, standing there perched on the hood of her car, grinning like an idiot and looking absolutely jaw dropping in a tight fitting black kevlar suit, all he could do was pull Y/N in close to his body and press his nose into her neck, inhaling her scent with the most contented sigh he could possibly muster.

Judging by the fact that she still smelt of blood and mud and sweat, he assumed she rushed straight here after completing her job. They stood like that for several moments as he wrapped her tighter into his chest, relishing in her presence.

"Wow, I forgot how pretty you are in person," he admitted breathlessly once he pulled back to get a good look at her face, admiring her features and how they'd changed slightly since he'd last seen her. Her hair looked a little messy due to her lack of care but she didn't seem bothered by it, her skin had been slightly weathered by the sun and there had obviously been a few all nighters, but that could easily be fixed by a night full of pampering.

"Could say the same to you, handsome."

Without warning, he pulled her against him again, pressing a hard, heated kiss against her soft, smiling lips and revelling in the feeling that she'd kissed him back, the warmth that emanated from her body radiating through his own. His hands travelled to her waist and tightened their grip as she returned the favour, running her tongue along his bottom lip to deepen the kiss.

"Missed you," Adrian mumbled as he trailed his mouth down to her neck, peppering gentle kisses along her throat and sucking a mark into the soft skin beneath her jawbone. She shuddered against him and let out a gasp, grabbing fistfuls of his uniform and pulling him forward as he continued to explore her. "Missed you so fucking much... so fucking badly, baby."

She laughed quietly, her fingers tangling in his hair and pulling him closer to her as she gave herself over completely to the sensations that he inflicted upon her with only minimal effort. "I missed you, too. More than anything..."

He nodded against the skin of her neck, kissing and sucking a trail up to her ear before pulling back once again, smirking slightly at her wide eyes, red lips and flushed cheeks, then affectionately nudging his nose into her cheek before pressing another lingering kiss on that spot.

"Sorry, I should've asked to do that."

"I'll let it slide this time," she began, trying to regain control over her breathing.

Meanwhile, Adrian was busy playing with the zipper of her suit jacket, taking it off with deft, nimble fingers so that he could slip both of his hands inside her shirt and caress the bare skin of her stomach.

"Let's go home? Your place is closer and you look tired," he murmured against her neck causing her to hum lightly and nod her head. "Gimme the keys, I'll drive."

The second they exited the car, Y/N was lifted into his arms, her legs wrapped around his middle and her arms around his shoulders. "I can walk, you know?" she chuckled, burying her face further into his shoulder.

"No," he said teasingly, shaking his head and tightening his hold on her, "Not tonight. Besides, it gives me more opportunity to show off that I've been working out."

Her laugh rippled through her chest as her arms tightened around him and she brought them closer, leaning her weight more onto him as she closed her eyes to enjoy the moment before they reached their destination, which was the shower.

"I can take a hint. I stink, don't I?"

"I don't mind it. You, on the other hand, will be complaining nonstop in the morning about how horrible you smell."

"You know me too well."

Slowly, he removed her clothes with the gentlest touch he could as he had no idea whether she had gained any injuries or not. When he peeled away her shirt and saw the fresh cut on her abdomen and side, the sight made his stomach turn upside down and his heart ache.

"I thought it was a surveillance mission?!"

"Let's just say Warmaster was playing both sides and we had to make a very quick getaway."

Y/N was downplaying the seriousness of the situation a tad so he wouldn't completely freak out, although that's exactly what he was planning on doing.

"What!?"

Taking his head in her hands, she gazed earnestly into his worried gaze, rubbing circles into the soft skin of his cheeks with her thumbs in an attempt to calm him down a bit. He stared back at her with such intensity that he started to wonder if his stare was actually capable of burning a hole through her.

"I'm fine, baby," she reassured. "I promise. Just need rest and it'll heal in no time."

He remained silent for a moment, seemingly contemplating whether or not he should believe her or not as he slowly released some of his tense muscles and a shaky breath from his nostrils before closing his eyes, resting his forehead against hers, allowing her to ease the worry from his expression.

"Wanna join me in the shower?"

"Kill me if I ever say no to that."

She reached for his belt and seductively tugged him forward until he leaned down, capturing her lips softly in a heated kiss as they undressed each other piece by piece, savouring every single touch and brush of their skin. After being reunited with her, he could finally run his hands across every inch of her body, enjoying the feel of every curve and dip and bump.

Getting them actually into the shower was proving more difficult than she first expected. Every time she'd move, he'd manoeuvre her back so he could continue his thorough investigation, so she had to do some distracting. And Y/N was very good at distracting Adrian.

Slowly, she started at the top of his cheekbone and began a trail of kisses all the way to the outermost corner of his lips. When he tilted his head for the next one to land smack bang on his kisser, she dodged to repeat her process on the other side of his face. Once again, he tried to capture her lips and groaned when she moved onto his jaw instead, making his impatience skyrocket.

"Kiss?" he begged as he grabbed her waist and pulled her flush against his body.

Y/N grinned against his skin. "I am kissing you, baby."

"No." He rolled his eyes and hooked his finger under her chin, forcing her head up so he could plant a hungry kiss onto her mouth, holding her close against him. All focus he had was on her lips now. Step one was complete.

Step two was a little harder. Peaking through one eye, she walked him backwards until they reached the edge of the shower and she mumbled against his lips, "Take a step back for me, big guy."

She could feel him smile against her lips before obeying and successfully got into the shower without tripping over the step.

Then step three was to shower. He pressed her against the glass pane of the shower, sliding his hands underneath her thighs, holding her securely up while his mouth travelled to her breasts.

"Are we going to turn the water on?"

"Oh shit," Adrian muttered as he realised that they'd moved- he did know that his feet had been moving, he had no idea where to - and turned the knob accordingly, sending a stream of freezing water directly down her exposed chest. She squealed loudly and clutched onto him tightly, burying her face into his neck as he chuckled at her reaction.

Soon, but not soon enough for her, the water warmed up significantly, and despite the initial chill, Y/N found herself relaxing a little in his arms as he held her and gently rubbed her damp back. Yet, she still teasingly pushed him away from her so she could reach for the body wash.

"Gimme it," he demanded, snatching it out of her grasp so he had an excuse to put his hands all over her body again, not that he really needed one.

As the warm water ran down her naked flesh, he took his time to ensure that every single inch of her body was covered in suds, rubbing a lather over her skin and relishing in the sensation of having her this close to him again after so long.

"How was work, baby?" she asked sweetly and began working some shampoo into his hair. Adrian sighed contently and leant back against the wall of the shower so that he could rest his head on it, letting the hot jets of water wash over him as he closed his eyes.

"It was... alright, yeah, it was fine. Not interesting in the slightest, honestly."

"That bad, huh?"

He shrugged nonchalantly and allowed his eyes to drift shut as she worked her fingers gently through his hair, massaging his scalp with her fingertips until he felt like jelly under her touch. His eyelids fluttered closed for a brief moment so the shampoo wouldn't get in his eyes and he couldn't keep himself from sighing again.

"I really missed you. So much it hurts," he confessed quietly, feeling Y/N stop what she was doing for a split second, then resume the process of massaging his scalp gently. He opened his eyes a crack then turned his head to look down at her, watching the love in those eyes shine right back up at him.

"I'm here now, don't worry," she assured, placing a light peck on his lips.

Adrian returned her smile and cupped her face. And that was it for Y/N. No words were necessary since she already knew how much he meant to her, even when he spoke softly, his voice dripping with passion.

"I love you. Sorry I don't say it more often. Never said it to anyone else but you," he whispered as he lowered his face down towards hers, wanting nothing more than to drown in the feel of her lips pressing against his, his tongue invading her mouth as he kissed her senseless.

"Don't be sorry," Y/N said softly against his lips. "Love you too, baby." She gave him another quick smooch. "You gonna let me wash my hair or do you want to do it?"

Tired and fully cleaned, the pair wrapped themselves in towels and dried off before getting into bed together and cuddling up against each other. She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep almost immediately, her arms slung around his waist and her nose buried deep into the crook of his shoulder while he held her tight and kissed the top of her head tenderly.

Sure, he was exhausted too, but right now the sight of her falling asleep in his arms was something he cherished very much, and knowing that he'd be able to experience it again tomorrow was enough to make him smile contentedly.

Throughout his life he always thought that this - that she - was some absurd pipe dream that would never happen to him; but as he stroked her hair and watched the rise and fall of her chest, he realised that he was wrong. It was possible. The proof was in his arms.

Even when he didn't cling to her, she still came back to him without fail. And maybe that was all he really needed. Yes, feeling her was nice. Seeing her boobs was cool. But, he knew that was all physical. The love and care he felt from her told him all he needed to know.

No matter how far apart they were, she was with him. And nothing could ever take that away from him.

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