#get off your iPad and TURN OFF THE DAMN LIGHT

[fjotla-vithir]

I’m trying to work on my D&D lore and my next session and my cat won’t stop yelling at me about the lights being on

[swordsandholly]

Cherry Bomb - tattoo parlor au anthology

MDNI | Poly 141 x Fem Fat Reader | masterlist

Part 1: New Girl

You stare up at the sign reading ONE - FOUR - ONE in old English font. It’s an old building, all brick and stuffed in between several others. The windows have a thin, semi-opaque cover them to let in the light without allowing you to see inside.

You make your way to the front door, trying the handle and feeling stupid the moment you do. Your eyes connect with a small intercom beside you and you press it. There’s a small buzz, then silence.

A few beats go by, you debate pressing it again. You don’t want to be too insistent.

“Hello?” A voice comes through just before you reach up to press again.

“I, uh…” You stutter. Despite having many, many tattoos you somehow still feel like a poser every time you enter a new studio. “I have an appointment at one? With John?”

The man on the other side confirms your name before buzzing you in, the door letting out a loud click before you step inside. It both makes you more nervous and more relaxed - you can appreciate a closed storefront like that. Especially for something often as private as tattoos and piercings, but it still feels like you’re doing something wrong. Just a little bit.

The front room is lovely, though. The texture over the glass bathes the front room in a calm, iridescent light. There are a few waiting chairs, a low, black table piled high with books of flash. The front of the high counter is covered with posters and stickers from events going all the way back to the 90s.

The pretty man behind the counter repeats your name absently, obviously thinking about other things. Probably the half-finished design that sits abandoned on the iPad next to the appointment book he’s staring down at. You just nod in agreement.

“I’ll let John know you’re here.” He nods back, turning and pushing through a pair of saloon style doors to disappear down the hall. You take the time he’s gone to look around, flipping through yet another small book of designs on top of the counter. They’re good. Unique. Very gothic and interestingly detailed. Somehow both fine and bold simultaneously.

“Afternoon.” You jump, snapping the book shut and looking up to meet a pair of soft blue eyes and an easy smile. He looks you over briefly before extending his hand. “John Price.”

You murmur your name quietly, trying very hard to not stare at the incredible traditional work patched into a sleeve up his strong arm. Damn.

He leads you back to his work station - past a piercing studio and across from another room with the door shut and an IN SESSION sign on the door. The dull, buzzing sound of a tattoo machine drifts through.

“Now,” John says as he cuts down the extra paper around the stencil. “Just remember if you don’t like the placement we can move it. No problem.”

“Okay.” You nod, appreciative that he mentioned it. Sometimes these older men in the industry are gruff and have an attitude if you do anything less than treat them as if they are anything other than Absolutely Right and Perfect. Not that John came off that way. There’s a softness in his affect that relaxes your muscles and leaves you breathing easy.

“I know y’have several but I’m still going t’do a line and then see how you feel.” He murmurs, voice low.

It’s sweet, the way he’s walking you through it all despite the piece being small and you obviously having done with process several times. The sting of the needle is as expected and you murmur that it was fine before he really gets to work.

“Just let me know if y’need a break…” He mumbles, voice dipping even lower as he concentrates on his work. In any other situation that rumble would probably have you squirming in your seat. There’s a silence for a while before he speaks again, almost as if he forgot you were there. “This design have any significance?”

“I just wanted to get a new tattoo in my new hometown.” You snort - now at the point where most of your tattoos fall under the ‘because it’s cool’ category. “Probably stupid, seeing as I don’t have a job yet but… I don’t know. Feels like good luck.”

John grins. “Well then, thanks f’lettin’ me be your good luck charm.”

Your face heats at the rumble in his voice - glancing away nervously.

There’s another lapse of silence while he works, the only words exchanged are when he asks if you need a break and you decline. Eventually, toward the end you think, he asks another question. “What brought y’here then? If not a job?”

You would shrug, but you try to keep as still as possible while he works. “Just needed a change. Found an apartment easy enough - now I just need a way to make money.”

He hums in agreement. “What do you have experience in? Been around here a while - might be able to recommend somethin’.”

“Oh! Thank you!” You brighten up. “Receptionist work, mostly. Some admin assistant stuff.”

He pauses, cocking an eyebrow. “Y’know, we’re hirin’ right now.”

“Yeah?” You tilt your head. “I don’t have, like, a resume with me.”

“You’ve got enough tattoos I’m assumin’ you know how the industry works. My apprentice is going to start actually tattooin’ soon, an’ I hate t’ have him still pickin up extra duties at the front.” He sits back, carefully smoothing saniderm onto your arm before turning and reaching for the ink-stained sketchbook behind him. “Tell y’what, you write down a few references for me and your number. If they’ve got good things t’ say we can do a trial period.”

You blink at him. He’s awful forward, and insistent, but you suppose it wouldn’t hurt to give it a try. A temp job is better than no job. “Alright…”

Just like that, you gained employment by way of making a stupid financial decision.

John’s an incredible boss. He pays fairly (generously, but you know better than to accidentally negotiate your pay down). He gives you plenty of hours and trains you well - with the help of his apprentice. He doesn’t get annoyed when you ask questions, seeming content with your determination to do your job to the best of your abilities. The shop goes by appointment only - no walk ins and potential customers have to call to book. John keeps things old fashioned like that. All pen and paper and cash transactions. An ATM sits in the waiting area. The most complicated part of your job is changing out the cash box in it, and that only take a few days to learn. Not that you mind, it’s sort of refreshing to not deal with some fuckass new and “improved” register and appointment system.

Turns out part of the reason they operate in such a way (other than preference) is because John is a big name in the tattoo world. You hadn’t realized until he pointed out a couple of your flash tattoos were from his best-selling book of designs.

“Wait, you’re famous!?” You gasp, staring wide eyed at the old binder of newspaper clippings and book sales. ‘My Mum Wasn’t Impressed At First - Now Even She Has One’ reads the title of one of the older clippings - yellowed with age. John lacks his signature beard in the photo. It almost looks wrong.

John chuckles, crossing his arms and leaning back in his rolling chair. “You could say that. You really didn’t know about our shop before you booked?”

You shake your head. “Nah, I just saw y’all get recommended on Reddit.”

He barks out a laugh at that. It’s a low, pleased sound that sends a shiver down your spine. His beard only emphasizes the apples of his cheeks as he smiles. Yeah, that’s the other thing, having a hot boss is kind of fire.

Plus, he’s not the only one. The whole studio is full of hunks.

Kyle is easily the prettiest man you’ve ever seen. Like, run for Miss Universe pretty. Big doe eyes with a little scar on his cheekbone - small golden hoops glitter from both his earlobes. They frame his face so well, creating a perfect diamond from them to his sparkling eyes to his pretty smile; curled and genuine with perfect teeth. He walks you through the booking process step by step, that first day, a warm hand on your back and the other tracing down the columns of the physical appointment book.

His work is as beautiful as he is. At least, the ones done on fake skin. John hasn’t let him tattoo anyone for real yet - but his practice sketches are immaculate. At least to a layman. Kyle himself never seems quite satisfied with them. He gets such vivid color, though.

“Tattooing darker skin is an art form in and of itself.” He murmurs as he works on a piece of very dark fake skin. “I want people like me t’ be able t’ get exactly what they want, with just as much color as they want.”

You nod along, sipping at your coffee from across the street that you’ve taken up stopping at every day before work. Kyle has so much passion for the industry. The look he gets in his eyes while talking about it or designing a new piece makes your heart flutter.

Simon, the other resident artist, you’re the least familiar with. You can’t quite decide how to feel about him, or decipher how he feels about you. John introduced you a couple days after you started, but all you got was a perfunctory nod and a ‘good luck’. You couldn’t help but feel starstruck, despite his blunt nature. Both thick arms covered in full, detailed sleeves. High quality, ornate black work. A man of stature - six feet and some change with a breadth that a barn would envy. Pretty, blonde hair cropped just short of turning to curls and dark eyes that bore through you to the very core.

Sometimes, when he comes to ask about his next appointment, you let yourself indulge in the fantasy that he stands close because he likes you. That his knee briefly knocks against yours because he wants to touch you - not that you’re crazy enough to believe it. Just crazy enough to be a tiny bit delusional for the fun of it.

You meet their resident piercer on the weekend. Apparently, he’d been away visiting family your first week.

He leans up over the counter, grinning at you from ear to ear. A well-built man only a few inches shorter than the others with a perfectly groomed mohawk. “Well, hello there. Aren’t you a bonnie little thing?”

You frown, hackles raising instinctually. “Uh, can I help you?”

“Och, they dinnae tell ye about me yet? I’m hurt.” He pouts, thick brows emphasizing the puppy like nature of his blue eyes.

“Let her be, Soap.” Kyle sighs heavily, walking to his area of the front with a fresh sketchbook.

“Soap?” You repeat.

“Aye. Cause apparently I need my mouth washed out.” He pokes his tongue out, only to reveal a silver piercing. He holds a hand over the counter. “Johnny MacTavish.”

Johnny is the most egregious man you have ever met - always touching you in one way or another when he checks in about appointments and so on. His Scottish brogue rings in your ears, every word loud and confident. A hand finds it’s way around your waist, a finger poking under the band of whatever bottoms you wear that day. At any other job, you would have considered it harassment and tore him a new one.

Johnny’s different, though. If you shrug him off he steps away, if you flinch he pulls back. Plus, he does it to everyone else just as much as you. More, if you’re honest. If Simon is within arms reach they’re touching. You noticed Johnny pushing a hand under his shirt at one point, grabbing at the soft layer over Simon’s abs. (A great view for you, frankly.) Hell, you saw him casually hold Kyle’s hand while they were talking over lunch. Even John isn’t immune to the clinging. You don’t think much of it. Body modding attracts all sorts of people. If Johnny’s just a touchy guy then he’s just touchy. Besides, you don’t mind that much when he slips an arm around your waist or hooks his chin on your shoulder to talk to you. Warm breath tracing the shell of your ear with a quiet ‘bonnie lass’ punctuating ever other sentence. A slight pinch to your hip before he trots away to set up his station.

You feel nauseous when your trial month ends. John sits you down across from him in the back office. A practical space with not much more in it than a desk, computer and the large safe. None of you spend much time back here outside of counting down the cash and dragging the trash bags through the back door to the dumpster.

“Think you’ve done really well, dove.” He grins. You try to ignore the way the pet name looks warmth in your lower belly. “You’ve picked up quickly, you’re good on the phone. Kyle’s been very happy about the extra time to practice.”

You let out the biggest, most relieved sigh of your life, shoulders slumping slightly.

“You don’t seem to mind Johnny, but if he gets to be too much let me or Simon know, yeah? He means well but he can be… well, you know.” John says absently as he reaches for something across the desk. “How are you feelin’?”

You nod. “I, uh, feel good. I like this position a lot. Everyone’s been very welcoming.”

John nods along. “Good, good. I see no reason to not hire you on full time. Here.”

You hold put your hands as John drops a small, silver key into them. Holy shit! You get your own key! Up until now they’d been buzzing you in, but they’re trusting you with your very own key!

John must see the excitement on your face because he chuckles and extends a hand. “Welcome aboard, kid.”

A/N: I was very wine drunk writing most of this and it has next to no editing but I hope you enjoyed it! I just want something I can write that’s episodic and not as serious/brain heavy as Fancy or Across the Way

[dotster001]

For Tuna; Snack Break

Summary: A series of vignettes taking place while Grim is making his final choice. The time will soon arrive....

Part One Part Two Choose your ending....

"I have detention everyday for three weeks," Grim pouted as you gave him his tuna pancake breakfast.

"What did you do this time?"

"I-" he cut himself off, his eyes nervously flicking to yours, then back to his plate.

"Crowley's an ass that's why. No other reasons, don't dig into it henchhuman."

"Am I going to get a bill for it?"

"No."

"Then I don't have the energy to care," you said with a sigh, thinking of all the maintenance you had to do on Ramshackle today.

Grim looked at the time, shoved what was left of his pancake into his mouth, then scampered out the door, passing Ruggie on his way out.

"Hey Y/N, I found  a tool kit, ready to do some fixing?"

You nodded, ready to renovate Ramshackle with your favorite hyena for a couple hours.

….

Grim stepped into the mirror chamber, and made sure to use his toe beans as much as possible. He silently made his way to the headmage's mirror. He had almost made it when he was scooped up, and squeezed firmly in a pair of strong arms.

"Thought you could hide from me forever, didn't you sealio?" Floyd said in a growl.

He brought Grim up to face level, a nasty scowl on his face.

"Let's see if this jogs your memory. I gave you a month's worth of free lobsters. In exchange, you promised I would make it through to the second wave of interviews. Starting to sound familiar?"

Grim quickly nodded.

"Cool, then why did I have to find out from Jade I wasn't chosen to participate, and Azul was?"

Grim whimpered.

"I warned you, right? People who cross my family have a tendency to disappear. It won't be today, it won't be tomorrow, but watch your back, cause one day I'll have Y/N, and you'll-"

"Mister Leech. Unless you want to join Grim in detention, please let him go," Crowley said, crossing his arms in a pout.

"Sounds boring," Floyd pouted, dropping Grim like a hot iron. Unfortunately for Riddle, he happened to choose that moment to step through the Heartslaybul portal.

"Oh! Goldfishie! Let's play tag!"

And now Floyd was running after Riddle, who was practically begging the headmage to save him.

But the headmage conveniently couldn't hear as he escorted Grim to detention.

….

"Idia-"

"Shit! How did you get in here?" Idia screamed at Silver who was patiently sitting on his bed waiting for him.

"I let him in!" Ortho said excitedly. "It is better for your mental health to have friends!"

Idia fought back a glare, before pulling out his iPad, and hastily typing.

"Why are you here?"

"My father said you could answer a question I had. What is "babygirl"?"

Idia stared at Silver for a moment as the tips of his hair slightly flickered pink.

"Damn. I have to choose between the otaku urge to participate in an irl otome cut scene, and my love of Y/N, the greatest character to ever spawn in my save file."

He chewed his lip, and Silver continued sitting patiently.

"Fuck it, this is too epic to pass up. Babygirl means Y/N thinks you're just a little guy."

"I still don't understand."

Idia groaned.

"Um, okay, so Y/N thinks you're a total cutie and would be happy to have you on their arm as a trophy husband."

Silver's cheeks turned a light pink.

"Oh…"

"Like, they prob. think you're submissive and-"

"Babygirl is like a princess! You're Y/N's princess!" Ortho cut in excitedly.

"I'm Y/N's princess…" Silver whispered, a slight smile on his face.

"Not exactly! It means Y/N wouldn't mind if you were their princess. Nothing is set in stone. I have a lot of bbg's, but I wouldn't necessarily settle down with any of them."

"I like the idea of being Y/N's princess…"

"Damn it, why am I rooting for this? It's too cute!" Idia groaned. 

"Hee hee, big brother also wants to be Y/N's princess…"

Idia's hair turned a bright red and he went catatonic.

….

"So that's why you booked out the kitchen this morning."

Ace stiffened, and turned from the Ramshackle door to "greet" Trey. He was startled to see Trey holding a tart.

"I had the kitchen all morning! When did you make that?" Ace asked in horror and despair.

Trey shrugged. "I always have a spare tart lying around, in case we have company. What's under the tin?" He nodded towards the dessert tin Ace was holding.

"My masterpiece," Ace grinned. The grin quickly fell. "Wait! Why are you here? You stole my idea!"

"The idea to bring food to a hungry prefect at lunchtime? While it's such an original idea for you to have, I didn't steal it from you," Trey sighed in irritation, attempting to step around Ace to the door. Ace blocked him.

"No. I was here first. I get to give Y/N treats."

"Ace, I beg you to reconsider."

"No!" Ace got in a defensive position that he used when playing basketball, then swatted the tart out of Trey's hands.

"What the hell!"

"There. I'm the only one with treats. As the Seven intended." Ace turned the door knob, but Trey started shoving him, and reaching for the door knob himself.

"I tried to be nice, but you've completely blown it."

"It's not nice to steal someone's idea!"

"It is literally 12:30. Everyone is eating right now. It's not an original idea!"

In the midst of the shoving back and forth, the door opened, revealing a very amused Ruggie.

"Shihihi, you both just saved me a trip."

He snatched the dessert tray and shut the door behind him. Both men froze in shock, and heard Ruggie yell,

"Y/N! I got us a treat!"

Ace elbowed Trey.

"Nice going, dumbass."

Trey raised an eyebrow and stared at Ace, who only at that moment remembered who he was talking to.

"I mean, that sucked, didn't it, Mister Vice Housewarden, sir?" He laughed nervously.

"Don't worry too much about it. I doodle suited it when he took it from you. Whatever it was will taste like sardines."

Trey walked away calmly as Ace stared in mixed awe and horror.

….

You and Kalim were walking to class together, when you noticed some scribbles on his hand.

"What's that?" You asked.

"Oh! It's a new thing I'm trying. You know how I'm trying to be more independent from Jamil, but I have a terrible memory? I'm just writing everything on my hand and arm!"

"Can you even read that? It looks all smudged!"

"Sure I can!" Kalim pulled up his sleeve, pointing to each word as he read aloud.

"Party, present, Grim, books, botany, secret, and snack."

"How is that helpful? What does any of that even mean?"

"Well party is, I'm throwing a party soon. Or I want to. Present and Grim, is because I want to give Grim a present at the party, because I heard he really likes presents. Books is so that I don't forget my textbooks, botany is because I have botany in an hour, and snack is because I'm hungry and might forget to eat!"

"Wow, okay, I guess that does help. But what is "secret" supposed to mean?"

"Oh! Right! Thanks for reminding me!" Kalim smiled happily. "There's something Jamil and I know that I'm not supposed to tell you."

"Oh?" Your curiosity definitely peaked. "And what aren't you supposed to tell me?"

"Let me double check," Kalim looked at his arm smudges, before gasping and laughing. "Nice try, it's a secret!" He said, pointing to secret on his arm.

You gave your best attempt at a flirty pout. "Couldn't you just tell me? I won't tell Jamil you told me. It can be our secret."

Kalim tilted his head thoughtfully, before nodding.

"Okay! So Grim has been-"

In moments, Jamil had body slammed Kalim to the ground.

"Kalim! I'm so sorry, I thought I saw an attacker."

"It's okay! It was an honest mistake,"Kalim smiled despite groaning in pain.

"We should go back to your room, just in case," Jamil said firmly, yanking Kalim to his feet, and away from you.

Jamil then turned to Kalim. "How many times do I have to explain this? You're lucky Grim is still even considering you, since you failed to show up to the interview. But you'll completely blow it if you tell Y/N! You'll never get another chance at Grim choosing you!"

"Right, I'm so sorry, I forgot," Kalim facepalmed. "Thanks for stopping me back there, Jamil."

"Anytime," Jamil smiled sweetly, "After all, I just want what's best for you."

….

Deep in the recesses of the Octavinelle Dorm, two random Octavinelle students are expressing their distaste…

"It's not fair! I'm Prince Rielle's first cousin! And Y/N's lab partner in Alchemy! We've actually gone on a date! Where does that cat monster get off not even considering me?"

"You think you got it bad?" The other student was tying his bow tie in the mirror, his anger evident on his face. "Y/N and I are in the newspaper club together. And I was about to ask them to be my significant other, when Grim showed up out of nowhere and told Y/N he "desperately needed their help with something." It's pathetic! The whole reason he chose us to sit in for those two other bachelors is because he knew how upset we were!"

"Absolutely disgusting. You know what?" The first student stood up. "The rat is in detention more often than not. He can't stop me from asking Y/N out!" 

"Me too!" The other student stood up as well, before giving a flirty smirk to his roommate. "This is going to be our best anniversary yet."

"Agreed," they grabbed each other's hands and opened the door, both startled to see Jade standing there with an eerie smile.

"Excellent timing. You both need to work an emergency shift in the lounge."

"Damn it"

"Fuck."

….

"Monsieur Fuzzball! I have arrived with a new batch of conditioner specially formulated for your luxurious fur!"

"Much obliged," Grim smirked as he took the goodie bag from Rook.

"And I have Roi du posion and my financial statements, as requested," he handed Grim a manila envelope.

"Thanks, I'll let you know once I've looked over everybody's."

Grim moved to leave, but Rook picked him up by the scruff of his neck.

"I would like to make something clear though. I am le chasseur d'amour.  I will hunt after the love of my life, whether I have your blessing or not," his eyes glittered with unbridled glee. "And should anyone stand in my way, I care not who they are. I shall act in a way that I see as fitting."

Grim's fur prickled. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Rook laughed lightly. "Who's to say?"

He pressed a kiss to the top of Grim's head, then set him down.

"Sleep well, Monsieur Fuzzball!"

And with a flourish he left Grim alone.

….

Jack, Epel, and Deuce were on a run together. As they rounded a bend, they came up on Leona taking a nap.

"Housewarden," Jack greeted.

Leona opened a single eye, and groaned.

"You three look remarkably calm for people whose best friend is set to be betrothed soon."

All three of them stiffened.

Jack rubbed his hand on the back of his neck and looked off into the distance.

"Y/N doesn't care about money. Whoever Grim picks, I have no doubt that Y/N will turn down the relationship, unless they truly see a future with them, in which case, what will be will be."

Deuce bit his lip. "I'm not in the place for a relationship anyway…I want to get my degree and start my career before I try to support someone else."

"It's just dumb as hell, and Y/N's not gonna put up with it. And when it all comes to light, they'll turn to the only people who don't see them as an object to be purchased. An' I'll be there to scoop them into my arms and pick up the pieces," Epel said with a smirk.

Deuce and Jack stared at him.

"Oh please. You both were thinkin' it. I'm just the only one brave enough to say it!"

Leona smirked. "Well I hope that works out for you boys. Just know you won't even get the chance if I'm the one chosen. I know how to treat Y/N right."

He lounged back with a triumphant smile, and quickly fell back asleep, leaving the boys with torn expressions.

….

"Your majesty! It is always an honor for the queen of Pomefiore to pay us a visit. How many I be of service?" Azul asked Vil, who was gracefully seated in the chair across from his desk in the VIP room.

"I have already drawn up the contract, it just requires your signature," Vil hummed, pulling out a scroll that already had his signature on it.

"Simply put, I am asking you to step down from the running for Y/N's future husband, and to clear the way for my victory. You will notice," Vil pointed to a blank space in the contract, "the payment spot is blank. Upon completion of the contract you are able to fill in whatever you want."

"Whatever I want?"

"Money, product, fame, anything you can think of is yours."

Azul thoughtfully tapped his chin.

"I could have Vil Schoenheit as an unpaid spokesperson for my future restaurant chain for an undisclosed amount of time. The capital that would bring in would be unmatched."

Azul picked up the contract, and Vil smirked. Until Azul tore it into pieces.

"The name of the game is confidence, and insecurity is not a good look on you, my queen."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Vil snapped.

"You think I haven't noticed the fact that your hair is half a shade darker since that monster told you you might grow old?"

"You've misseen it, I assure you. My hair has always been this shade of blond," Vil hissed.

"It's very possible I have misseen," Azul pushed his glasses up his nose triumphantly, "but it would be impossible to "missee" the fact that we have had to up production on your facial moisturizer, because you are using it in higher quantities."

"I am not, I'm just stocking up!" Vil slammed the table as he stood.

"Let's face it, Schoenheit, I know what it looks like when someone has lost. One of us here has crumbled under the pressure, and I'll give you a hint. It's not me."

Vil glared at Azul heatedly, before turning on his heels and leaving the VIP room, slamming the door on his way out.

….

You had been reading a book on the couch, while Grim sorted through some papers. You were hoping, in your heart of hearts, that he was studying or doing his homework. Deep down, you knew that wasn't the case.

After some final rustling of papers, Grim said, "Alright, I've made my choice."

"For what?"

"Nothing, mwahahahahaha!" 

"Then why are you-"

"No reason!" He shouted. Then below his breath you heard, "mwahahaha…"

You sighed heavily.

"Am I going to get a bill for it?"

"No."

"Then I don't care."

Below his breath, he released another, "mwahahaha…"

....

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[khristie16]

The Fast and Forbidden

Charles is a famous F1 driver with everything one could want: fame, fortune, and fans. But he is missing one thing. Being his new personal assistant changes everything for both of them.

— chaper 1 It is your first day settling in Formula 1 world. You find out there is something off with Charles, but you ignore it. At least you convince yourself to.

disclaimer: yn with "I" pov format x slowburn

Lights were casting a shadow enveloping me as I headed toward Charles's room. My mind went on full speed and palms getting wet, feet suffering from the fancy wearing for this job. High heels clapping was the only thing disturbing this silence. This whole job experience was pestering but there was no choice but moving out from my family.

Butterflies in stomach were at its peak as I started to acknowledge this is our first meeting. Did I feel like a stalker? Standing in front of his door in a hotel he was accommodated? Definitely. But it is better to meet up here then outside with sound screeching and flashing cameras.

Giving myself one big inhale to reach for the door knob, the wooden squeak made me fall few steps behind and muscles stopped moving as Charles was leaving the apartment. Wearing Ray Ban sunglasses does a lot to one's sight evidentially. His presence was getting far away from mine as he was heading towards the elevator.

"Wait!"

The growing distance between us has stopped. With a serious tone and hands pointing at me, "I'll call the security''

My throat got tight and words couldn't pass through. His words were flowing in and out of me as waves of the ocean in the night, making me restless. Time flew fast and I was met once again with his back showing a gray hoodie.

"I'm your new assistant!"

Hope filled my veins. Mind was playing with the possibility of being thrown out displayed as a fan girl. NOT. His turn was so abrupt I was shocked he didn't crack his neck. Sweet, yet deep voice crashed my eardrums making me feel searing.

"YN?"

I nodded and I finally let my lungs chill. Damn, this started easy.

Sides of his lips crooked making me feel not welcomed but I could finally take a breath. The distance got shorter while I remained situated on one position.

"Sorry for that. I'm Charles."

Chuckle left my mouth as I found the introduction nonessential. Hands connected with him leaving warm tickles on my skin and his cologne messing my senses. God, he smelled good.

“I’m sorry, I must have looked like a stalker,” his nod made me feel even worse.

All I could inhale was airy scent torturing me, enlarging the lift going down with no noise to muddle the silence. A sway of sadness ran through my body given the fact I have to do this job. Slow mornings moving my body to the sound of inner peace and calmness enveloping my heart, the safeness growing inside of me as if it would tear me apart if given the chance to expand. Creative days with no rush and restrictions in nature. Looking to the sunlight and warming my skin touching its sleeves. I never in my heart wanted to be this 'empowered independent' woman the society has made.

I lost all the hope when opening the door of SUV myself. Has the chivalry really gone dead? Thoughts were torn off from the noise, exciting screams from Ferrari fans hovering over the car.

"Have you previously done such a job?" His gaze locked onto mine; I tilted my head in an attempt to discern the eye color, but no clear answer emerged. I chose to let the moment slide.

"No experience with the celebrity lifestyle." He nodded reassuringly, expressing confidence that I would adapt well.

The quietude felt like a snare. Knowing he is not the chatty one, I clenched my teeth. Fingers touched the screen on iPad scrolling through files kept for assisting Charles's personal life.

''I've made some changes and saved a decent amount of money''

I skimmed through the palette on the page styling and got myself wondering which of these colors match his.

''Oh, wow,'' resonated through the air. ''I trust your intellect. You are paid for it after all''

The spoken words seared into my ears, yet I acknowledged him for stating the obvious. Almost as if summoned, my mind spilled forth the reasons why I had accepted this job. The whole concept of my future given by my family's idea was the reason. Working for Charles was better than staying home.

My fingers danced across the screen, orchestrating household tasks in his absence, as a cool breeze caressed my skin. I found solace in the fact that within the SUV, I could relish the refreshing chill, outside it was a walk through hell. Speaking of, it felt as though someone had touched me with a hot frying pan against my bare skin. I turned my gaze to the left, only to find his eyes expressing fondness toward my exposed thigh. The fleeting moment of admiration came to an abrupt end as our eyes locked, and I could swear I detected a spark of intensity in his gaze. Its reason unknown to me. The back of my thigh touched the seat underneath as feet touched the floor again.

''We're almost there'' having Ray Ban again.

Leaving the car as the last one, setting feet in the hell delivered a numb pain. Mix of frustration and calling for help left my lips making Charles shot a glance in my direction as I sat there.

"What's the matter?" The genuine tone in his voice caused my shoulders to slump.

''These heels are killing me,'' skimming the pair of Jimmy Choo heels made my lips curl.

I liked to dress. Wear pretty things. But per usual, pretty things cost, coming from a humble background, the prospect of high heels and I seemed like an incompatible pair, especially in the beginning.

My breath caught in my throat as I stared ahead.

"I value my employees; choose something more comfortable next time," he continued through clenched teeth.

''I am supposed to look presentable,'' I retorted.

''You can look presentable while being comfortable,'' with his last words, he turned away, revealing his back—a connection I, regrettably, began to foster too much.

Engaging in Formula 1 is demanding on both the psyche and the body of the driver. This is why considerable effort is dedicated to maintaining optimal physical fitness, the amount of work they put into it is out of this world and one wouldn’t even tell. This misunderstanding often stems from the assumption that individuals who engage in rigorous physical training automatically develop bulky muscles. However, in Formula 1, many drivers maintain a lean physique with a minimal percentage of body fat.

This is one of the reasons I accepted this job—a relatively minor one, but my admiration for these drivers played a part in my decision. even though they don't save lives of others while risking their lives like firefighters do, they still risk a lot.

Sound of chaos lingered around me watching Charles race on the Singapore circuit, my vision blurred as I found myself yearning for something more profound to heighten the level of respect for this man, changing the weight from one foot to another.

Mere fame is insufficient for me to offer respect. A person, regardless of their status, should demonstrate general respect towards women and interact with them using good manners. I ran away from my family because of this and I block any misconceptions this society made. As of now, I have a feeling that something might be off with Charles.

“You’re the new assistant?” I titled my chin up to see a man looking at me. His hair seemed to absorb no light at all. Forming theories about the man—his inclination toward comfortable attire and a penchant for photography—I nodded in acknowledgment and shifted my focus back to the swift cars, resembling nothing more than fleeting smudges.

“I’m Joris, Charles's close friend”

His hand reached out to me and I accepted his offer.

“I believe it’s quite a job huh?”

This man believed that either way I took this job being incompetent or he tried to start a conversation. Either way I didn’t like how he started.

“Job is ok. People are the tricky one”

His silence provided a momentary relief, causing my tense body to ease. Soon after, someone came to my vision.

A blonde-haired woman enveloped Joris in a warm hug, and the sound of French language resonated in the air. Despite my understanding of French, I chose to keep to myself.

“He’s really put it on a whole new level”

Words stopped at my level, their bodies facing mine.

“Yes, this is YN”

Seeing her face, I smiled. I had a break from work, and I preferred not to spend it with people I don't know.

“I’m not surprised though. I’m Carla”

We shook hands but my mind was elsewhere. Her choice of words got my attention. ''What do you mean by that?''

I was told curious creatures get killed fast. I am okay with that. Joris expression fell and my curiosity grew. On the other hand, Carla showed us white teeth. She was giving me the vibe she could sleep like a baby even after spilling everyone's secrets.

“He is focusing on career now, doing a decent work like tidying his room is a distraction for him I suppose”

Laughter filled the space and the way she proceeded those words made me question everything. It was clear that she was his friend, and her disapproval of his decision to hire a personal assistant inclined me to be drawn to her side and trust her perspective. Bad feeling about Charles was not a coincidence.

Legs swept me elsewhere still on the territory of the Ferrari background but as I got consumed by thinking about everything and nothing, I lost the track where I was heading. The lighting changed, and the once resounding sounds of engines and formulas on the track dissipated. A metal door ahead beckoned me, and without overthinking, I reached for the knob, immediately sensing a shift in the atmosphere. Before me stood an elegant kitchen counter and a man donned in a Ferrari shirt. As our eyes met, I instinctively moved to offer an apology, feeling as though my legs were already propelling me towards the exit. However, he was quicker in his response. His warm smile welcomed me and I looked at his wrinkles around the eyes. He could be in his forties and Italian.

''Ciao''

Shyness enveloped me as it displayed on my scrunched eyebrows and crooked lips. I greeted him back.

''I am Andrea''

As the doors finally closed, my hands released their grip on the cold metal beneath my fingertips. ''I'm YN. Sorry If I disturbed you''

His laugher filled the space as If I told him the most hilarious joke ever and he closed the distance while still keeping his spirit up. His arms enveloped me in a warm hug, creating a sensation akin to being in a cozy room illuminated by flickering candles. Indeed, this guy exuded the comforting ambiance of a room bathed in candlelight.

I put the dots together. He is the personal trainer of Charles. He sent me reports about expanses on stuff for Charles's training. For the first time this day, laugh left my lips as this situation seemed so embarrassing to me, but to keep it fair, I haven't encountered any familiar faces since my interview and I got my feet on the Singapore land just today. But I felt immense gratefulness for Andrea. Mind note: I have to buy him candles sometimes. My stomach seemed to have a mind of its own as it growled, and we both erupted in laughter.

''Oh my, let me make you something''

My eyes felt like they were on the verge of falling out, and I fully embraced the mode of sabotaging the mission he had so earnestly accepted. He shook me with more laughing telling me to relax. I stopped harassing him and hopped on the barstool.

''Thank you, but you really don't have to do that'' He kept quiet with a warm smile on his face as his hands worked the magic. I didn't know what he was making, he could poison me for all I care. I did not. My soul hasn't felt this warm since I have flown through the air gate to Singapore. And it is a lot to say when it is a living hell outside there.

''I believe you’re not used to long flights''

I hummed in response and engaged him about my flight. I wanted to keep it short, but my monologue ended with details and meeting with Charles. He furrowed his eyebrows listening to me while fiddling something on the frying pan. Yep, he could easily poison me if he wanted to.

''That surprises me, Charles is always like a sunshine''

First Carla, now Andrea. As if written on a secret paper known only to few, they were describing Charles differently than I have experienced him to be making my head spin. But as long as I keep receiving money so I can leave this job and start the life I want, then I am fine not being included to this 'crew'.

''I noticed how Charles has changed his approach towards career now,'' lingered in not so approving way and I couldn't hold back anymore.

''Change of approach?''

He nodded and I cursed myself for keeping the question short. Just when I accepted the end of discussion, he put the food on a clean plate and continued.

''He's really hard on himself. He has two brothers and lost a father.''

Words hit me like a rock bottom and my breath got stuck for a second. The sound of plate landing on the counter and the smell of the food freed me from my momentary mental drift. Clearing my throat facing the warm smile.

''I knew he has brothers, but didn't know he is the oldest one''

Andrea shook his head immediately placing the utensils next to the plate.

''He is not. He is the middle child, but Charles is just Charles.''

I understood his words and took my focus on the food in front of me. My stomach responded in gratefulness as the egg omelette was filling its smell to my nostrils. Taking a bite resolved in an appreciative moan as Andrea laughed at my reaction, but his smile slowly faded away as I sensed another presence behind my back. I turned my torso with full mouth of the omelette to see Charles in his gear.

The first upper half of the gear was open, hanging itself on the sides of hips showing the fireproof underneath, displaying his toned chest. Red really suited him. Charles had this lazy look in his eyes shooting through my skull telling me something encrypted in a highly sensual manner and as I become aware I'm no longer chewing, I took off my eyes from him to the plate again.

The food sliding down had a hard time doing so and I shifted my focus to Andrea to thank him. Charles moved like a ghost behind Andrea and pulling out the water from the cabinet. Italian language filled the room and I prayed for having the food eaten already.

I found out Andrea was telling the truth; he was like a sunshine.His dimples were on full display, and his delightful chuckle echoed, sounding like a melody to my ears. I didn't wanna melt here on the barstool so I ate like a daredevil. When Andrea noticed me finishing, he reached for the plate.

''Don't worry about it, I wash it''

Frozen on the spot, he took the plate with a polite smile and I thanked him for it. I couldn't help myself looking away from Charles. He was eyeing me while taking a sip of his bottle. Sweat on his forehead made his longer hair stick to the skin in a delicious matter and I felt my knees to buckle soon. Shifting from warm to cold to hot in a second wasn't good for my heart. I excused myself and went anywhere but there.

Two days have passed and the only conversation I had with Charles were short sentences about work. He finished forth in yesterday's race resolving his mood to worsen. I overheard how critical he can be towards himself.

I was shocked how mean he was and upset about forth place out of twenty. But we are separate individuals with different dreams, If I had lost a small amount of money resolving in postponing my leaving and pursuing my dream life, I would be mad as the weather in Singapore is.

Charles told me he doesn't need me for the rest of the evening so I had practically a time off preparing for tomorrow's flight.

[bitterbutblue]

COUGH COUGH NEEDING IDEAS??

AM I SUMMONED???

anonymous letters from Robin. she never goes out of anonymous since she doesn’t do this often and doesn’t know how you would think.

then the next day she approaches you, asking about what secret letter you have in hand like she didn’t sneak those into your bag herself :3

Bonus if you tell her anonymous letters aren’t really your thing then just never read it LMFAO

Anyways just need to go back to doing work 🤧

~ 🍷

~ omg we're going back to the LOSER ROBIN AGENDA guys .. in my head the most loser coded IN SECRET is robin (mostly because i love her and im very much attracted to loser coded women even though i am one myself)

making this a high school/college au :] ~

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────

⤷ she thinks she's being soooo slick

⤷ robin is your typical popular girl- gorgeous looks and incredible smile and the kindest soul you've ever met. every guy thinks they have a chance with her, and she just laughs at them because we all know what she is

⤷ one day, she sits down next to you in the lecture hall for some fucking reason and you're just like. Okay? Um. Wow.

⤷ You did not focus that entire lecture btw u were focusing on trying to act normal and okay and totally not freaking out that your long term crush was sitting next to you in all her glory

⤷ that evening back at your dorm, you found an odd letter in your bag. no sender name, nothing. just a blank envelope.

⤷ lowkey creeped out so you threw it out

⤷the next day however...

You really didn't expect her to sit next to you again- you spent all of last night rationalising to yourself WHY she would choose to sit next to you of all people. The lecture hall had been quite full at that point, maybe that's why she sat next to you? Maybe her friends just didn't want to go to the 9am lecture, that also made sense. Yeah. That's probably why.

Throwing your bag down on the ground as you collapse into the uncomfortable lecture hall chairs, you sigh in exhaustion. These 9am lectures were really starting to get to you and you're struggling to keep your eyes open as you take a drink of your coffee.

"Hey."

You look up tiredly, only to widen your eyes in shock when you see Robin, once again, standing next to you.

"Can I sit here?"

She sounds awfully nervous, barely looking at you and you just nod in confusion and she smiles at you and you want to squeal. She sits down, body tense as she awkwardly pulls out her iPad and whatever else she needs for the lecture. You wonder why she's acting so off.

"Everything okay?"

Robin freezes, a light pink dusting her cheek as she nods awkwardly.

"Splendid. I mean- I meant great, who says splendid anymore... Jesus..."

You just eye her oddly as she turns redder, mumbling awkwardly to herself.

The entire lecture was the most awkward experience of your life. Robin would not stop side eyeing you and a part of you began to panic- did she find out about your crush on her? Is that why she's acting so weird around you? But why the fuck is she still sitting next to you then? Oh god, you need to avoid her forever from now on. The second the lecture ended, you ran out of that damned hall before Robin even had a chance to open her mouth, your bag already packed 5 minutes before the professor even ended. You missed the way she stares dejectedly at you, a crushed look in her eyes.

She thought you read her letter and hated her.

You thought she found out you were in love with her.

Robin refused for you to end things like that though. In the middle of the goddamn fucking night, as you were studying, a knock on your door.

"What the fuck..." You mumble tiredly, throwing down your pen and walking over to the door to check through the peephole whoever the fuck it would be bothering you at night "March, if it's you I-"

The rest of the sentence dies in your throat, throwing open the door frantically.

"Robin!?"

There she stood, eyes red from tears, sniffling as she hugs her jacket close to her body.

"What the fuck- it's almost 12am! What are you doing?"

"If you don't feel the same way, why don't you just tell me!"

"What??"

You take her hand, pulling you into her room and you miss the way her cheeks flush at the contact and her wings flutter slightly as you slam the door shut.

"What are you talking about?"

"If you don't like me that way, you should just tell me instead of hiding like a coward!" She sniffles

What.

You stare at her, eyes wide and mouth agape and in other circumstances, Robin would've probably laughed.

"What?"

"Don't act dense!"

"What are you talking about??"

Robin groans in frustration, angrily wiping her tears away.

"The letter!"

"Huh?"

"The- what? Did you not read it?" Robin's angry gaze falters when she takes in the full extent of your confusion, and you tilt your head to the side like a lost puppy.

"Wh- that was you??"

"You didn't READ IT?"

"Why would I read a letter addressed to no one."

You two just kind of stare at each other, uncomfortable silence filling the room as Robin begins to flush from embarrassment.

"Wait, so why were you acting weird when the lecture ended?"

Now it was your turn to flush from embarrassment.

"Don't change the subject! What was so important about that letter?"

"You're literally changing the subject as we speak- why were you acting so fucking weird?"

You cleared your throat, crossing your arms in frustration as you awkwardly stared to the side.

Fuck it.

"I thought you found out I had a crush on you and that's why you were acting so weird and awkward around me this morning I'm really sorry we never have to talk about this ever again." You say in one breath as you stare down at your shoes, mumbling quietly.

Silence. She's probably going to storm off any minute now, she'll tell everyone you're a weird lesbian freak, and-

You gasp when you feel a tug down on your collar, and before you know it she has her lips on yours and her hand on your cheek. You sort of just stand there at first, frozen and not knowing what to do.

"Oh no, was that too much? I'm sorry-"

"Huh..."

You just stare at her, dazed as you move your hand up to gently touch your lips and Robin practically melts on the spot.

"I like you too, you dumbass. You would've known if you didn't throw the letter away! Why would you throw a letter away, what if it was something important like-"

"Can you kiss me again?"

That managed to shut Robin up as she turns red again, a shy look forming on her face before stepping close to you, tiptoeing slightly as she places a hand on the back of your neck before kissing you softly and in that moment you really regretted throwing the stupid letter away- but hey, she's kissing you and you're smiling like a kid in a candy store. Can't complain.

[s3thwrit3sstuff]

❝ Just like that, baby ❞

Touya Todoroki x ftm!reader | AU, Dabi works as a body piercer, probably inaccurate description of getting pierced | nsfw, smut, p**n with some plot | sub. bttm. reader | wc: 4k

warnings: daddy kink, spit fixation (?), fingering, dacryphilia, dirty talk, praise, degradation, squirting, AFAB terminology (clit referred to as dick though)

masterlist: pt1; pt2; pt3

[ artwork is by @COooGA_ & here's the link to the piece. Please be aware that their content is very dark, do not send them any hate - viewer discretion is advised ]

"Are you shitting me?" Tomura's lips split into a Cheshire smile - his dry lips looking painful enough that it almost made Dabi feel pity. Almost. "You know I never play when it comes to making your life miserable, baby," the pale-haired man sang, cackling as Dabi reached over to swipe the iPad out of his hands. "You're a fuckin' asshole, I got plans tonight!" Dabi's seething made Tomura roll his eyes, turning the screen towards himself as he leans his hip on the counter. "You think I don't know that you're just gonna get your dick wet? The Boy Toy Club again? Really?" those deep magenta-coloured eyes nearly turn into nothing but a speck of red on white as Tomura continues his cackling. Sighing, he runs his hands down his face while he settles on the couch of their parlour's waiting room. Dabi picks at his ripped jeans, inked hands adorned with silver rings curl into fists as his jaw clenches, but Dabi groans as he tosses his head back. "How?" his curt tone makes Tomura damn near giggle. "Toga, she said you dropped the club's condom while taking out your phone." Of course that little fart-face told on him. Dabi couldn't even find himself to be pissed as he runs his hair through his hair, worsening its dishevelled state. "At least I'm not some loser who games his weekends away playing some virgin ass video game and has e-sex -" "Hello?" Both of their heads turn to the door where Dabi's customer stood. You shifted your weight around as they blinked owlishly at the sight of you. "Hey," Dabi gruffs out which earns a cocked brow from yourself. "The fu - I thought I told Spinner to replace the batteries to the sensor" Tomura mutters though he abandons the thought as he comes out of the U-shaped glass counters and motions for Dabi to get off his ass with a glare. You were beginning to doubt your friend's recommendation of this place. They'd been raving and praising the place, as if the Greek Gods had come down themselves to tattoo and pierce mere mortals. The sight before you was anything but...the two men before you were openly sneering at each other as the dark-haired one snatches the iPad from his coworker's hands. "I made an appointment at 9 PM and your Instagram says you're opened until 10 PM...?" The door closes behind you and the cool AC makes you shrug your jacket over your shoulders. The interior of the store was simplistic and with the smell of paint still lingering you figured they must've just upgraded it. The floors were glossy concrete covered with distressed Persian rugs. Like the glass counter, the coffee tables were also glass (the overhead lights exposing every little fingerprint) and framed with steel. It was all cold-looking. Although, the splashes of tattoo designs on the walls along with the Majesty Palm in the corners of the red-bricked walls warm up the space just enough for it to feel inviting. The neon sign above the low couch - where Dabi just lifted himself off - read "Villains Hideout" which bathed the waiting area in the ever-shifting colours of white, blues, purples and pinks. It bathes the moody man in those colours as well. If it weren't for the scowl on his face or the way his jaw clenches you could have admired his tatted-up skin, the way his ruffled-up inky black hair softened his edginess up along with how nice his silver piercings shone and decorated him.

Hah, who were you kidding? The way he clicks his tongue makes heat travel to your groin. Your friends had always shaken their heads at your taste in men. You always liked the ones that looked like they hated everyone in the world though you'd sigh a wistful "except me" that just makes all your friends give concerned glances to each other. So, you drink up his exposed arms and the teasing glimpses of his torso from the opening of the sleeveless, oversized, tee he was wearing. There was some rock band's logo at the front and you tried to see what it was - that was your defence when Dabi had suddenly called out your name...for the third time. "Huh?" Tomura wasn't in the room and your ears warmed as Dabi stared at you expectantly.

"(Y/N) (M/N) (L/N), that's your name, right?" You nod frantically. He briefly eyes you but gestures to the curtain door with his chin. "The last room down the hall, Tomura's setting it up. He's the ass - the guy with the blue hair" he scrolls down the screen and then huffs in amusement. Your eyes meet. Wow, you thought, his eyes are super blue. "A tongue piercing?" his smirk makes you wonder if he's just as mean in bed as his demeanour is. The lopsided grin on your face makes him take in how you were just his type. "Why? That's too hard for you?" an upside-down grin crawls on his face as he exhales through his nose. "Go, I'll be there in a minute", it seemed as though there was something else he'd like to add at the end of that sentence. A purr of a nickname maybe. But Tomura was still in the store and Dabi, although a crude and usually impatient man, felt himself squirming in anticipation as you walked past him. Since your jacket was now snuggly around your shoulders, the cropped length gave Dabi a peek at the expanse of your back. The condoms in his back pocket seemingly warmed up as Dabi chuckled from where he stood, just as eager as he was. Guess he was getting his dick wet after all.

Tomura greets you as he's wiping down the leather seats of the black chair. You return it with a smile, leaning your shoulder against the wall as you take a quick look inside the room. "Small room" your remark makes Tomura snort, shaking his head. "It's Dabi's unofficial spot" "Dabi? That's the guy's name?" Tomura nods, electing to not tell a complete stranger - and customer - that it was his chosen name. Or tell him that Dabi was related to a VERY rich man that he estranged from for reasons unknown (despite their years-long friendship). "He's a little rough around the edges" It almost sounds like a warning to your brain. It must be considering the glance Tomura gives - as if checking your expressions closely. "But he's good at what he does and we're sorta short staffed at night" Toga and Spinner were still apprentices. He couldn't make 'em stay all night here. (Tomura could but he'd rather die than admit he has a soft spot for those weirdos). You wave away his concerns, reassuring him you don't mind. Tomura focuses on wiping the seat down but his eyes linger on the flesh of your hips that were exposed from the backless body suit you were wearing. Paired with a pair of black pants and cropped faux fur lined jacket with a pair of boots - you looked like you weren't heading home after this. He prods. "Tongue piercing's are pretty straightforward, healing is a bit of an ass though" you laugh softly, nodding. "I heard, can't eat much for a week or so, right?" "Yeah, when I got mine I also couldn't stop fuckin' drooling" You laugh with your eyes squinted in amusement. He wants to ask about your plans after, to tell you that despite alcohol being a disinfectant it wasn't a wise choice to be downing shots at a club with a fresh tongue piercing. But he hears your breath hitch and the smell of smoky cologne enters the room. Dabi stands behind you, grinning as he places one hand on the top of the doorway making you feel smaller than him. "Jesus, Tomura, how long does it take ya' to sanitize the room" The man gives him the finger and you glance at Dabi's long legs as he walks in. "I'm only doing this because of you, you ungrateful donkey" The insult catches you off-guard. You hide your chuckles by pretending to cough, clearing your throat after. Eventually, Tomura leaves. He tells Dabi something about closing the store up properly and after a few more insults between them his footsteps fade away to the staff room, then out the hallway and finally out the entrance. By the time that happens, you're already seated and your jacket draped over an empty chair. Dabi's putting on gloves, the expanse of his shoulder and back makes your hungry eyes drink him in. The mirror in front of him makes it easier for you to see his brows slightly furrowed in concentration. But it makes it harder for you to avert your eyes when his electrifyingly blue ones meet you in the reflection. "You look good" You rub at your elbows, smiling coyly as you murmur thanks. He turns, instruments laid out on some sort of cart that he simply pushes with a gentle push of his boots. Then he settles on the round chair and inches closer. Even while seated he seems to tower over you. "Headin' out?" "Nah, just met up with a friend" Dabi's eyes zero in on your collarbones. Your top was one with a halter neck showing off that beautiful saccharine canvas of (S/C) that was littered in red, pink, and purple. "Just a friend?" His tone is playful and your fingers ache from not being able to caress up those toned arms sitting mere inches from you. "...With a few benefits"

Dabi feels himself getting excited. He hands you a paper cup full of mouthwash. "Rinse for 10 seconds then just spit it back in the cup" You do as you're asked and as you begin sloshing around the bright blue liquid your thoughts wonder if those gloves would feel good as they grip your thighs. He's faced away again as he's prepping to mark your tongue. He's pretty sure he should feel ashamed for finding the way your spit connects from the rim of the cup to your lips hot but Dabi has long abandoned shame. "Sloppy little boy, aren't ya?" He watches your face to see any signs of discomfort, ready to back off if you so much as gave him a confused expression. He feels his semi-hard boner twitching as you wet your lips and give him a boyish grin, handing the cup back. "Nobody's ever complained before, they like it sloppy". "Stick your tongue out," You open your mouth, wet muscle glistening under the lights as it covers your lower lip. He dries it with a tissue, smirking as your tongue twitches at the light pressure. "Just like that, baby"

Oh fuck, your thighs are pressing together and you've no control over it. He's got your tongue in his hold, leaning over you as he attempts to find the right placement. You see him furrow his brows again, sharp planes of his face making you gulp. Closer, a feverish voice pleads in your head, get him closer. Dabi eyes your hand as it places itself on his knee. "Nervous?" You shake your head and he quirks a brow as you tug at the hole in his jeans. You motion to your lap, patting it like he was some sort of call girl. He's beginning to like you more and more. The seat creaks with your combined weight but Dabi's on your lap and he's humming as your fingers slide up the back of his thighs and his hips. His crotch is bumping against yours and your eyes goddamn flutter at the very obvious tent. You feel cool metal and Dabi won't admit it but it is easier to do his job from this angle. He adjusts himself on your lap and you reach up his shirt, he pays it no mind and the taste of bland ink blooms on your tongue making you whine in a displeased manner. "Oh can it, you brat" Dabi chuckles, "I know you want something else but bear with it". He lifts your tongue with the clamp, nodding to himself as he ensures he isn't going to pierce through any nerves. He tells you to breathe through it, not to hold your breath and you can see him moving around a bit to grab the needle. The point of the needle makes a tremor go through your hands and Dabi moves his hips making you grip him tighter. He sure knows how to distract someone - "Big breath in" There's pressure, slight but there, "Big breath out". The needle goes through with nothing but a twinge in your brows and a near-bruising grip on his hips. As you peek your eyes up at Dabi through your lashes, he stares right back with a grin full of teeth and eyes glowing in pride. "Good boy, lift your chin up" You can feel drool slip past your lips and down the cork under your tongue. Dabi brings the piercing into view and you flutter your eyes close but he's suddenly tapping your cheek with the back of his hands. "Eyes on me, pretty thing".

He would've wrapped up the process anyways (duh, you're a paying customer) but you were so obedient just following his commands like some sort of lost puppy he felt his hands getting clammy. God, he was going to enjoy wrecking you. He slides the barbell through and fixes it into place. "S'fuckin' pretty" he lets your tongue hang out as he suddenly pulls away from your lap. He walks to the mini-fridge in the corner of the room, tossing his gloves away as he pulls out a can of Asahi beer. You're perplexed but the growing wetness on your underwear makes you content in watching him. He takes a mouthful, places the can down, wears new gloves and settles on your lap again. He's tilting your head, moving you like you're some sort of doll. He leans in and though you're convinced you're the horniest you've ever been in your whole life you hope he isn't going to make out with you. He doesn't, much to your confused-disappointment. Instead, he leans in close enough for your lips to touch only to pour the beer right on your tongue and down your throat. It's a steady flow, it stings like hell but the grip on your chin makes you immobile. So you gulp it down, breathy pants escaping your mouth as you attempt to swallow everything he's giving to you. He's watching every minute detail. The glow of determination in your eyes, the flush cheeks, the sheen of sweat on your temple, the way beer and spit dribble down your chin. He finishes and Dabi leans into your ear. He envies whoever had pierced the beautifully shaped lobes and cartilages, a part of him wanting to mark you with more of his works instead. His teeth on your lobe earn him a squeeze on his ass, and his large hand slithers down to wrap around your throat. "Can't kiss ya' on the lips but I'm sure there's somewhere else you'd rather I kiss, hm?" You nod much to his chagrin. Dabi does a quick once-over on your tongue as he guides it back between your lips but when he makes a move to get his gloves off you whine. Can't really speak much now, your tongue's still tingly and you know it's going to swell soon enough. But as Ursula mentioned, don't underestimate the power of body language (and a few whiny moans). "You want these on?" You nod. "You got a fetish for PVC?" He sounds like he's mocking you so you glare as you wipe the wetness from your chin. He's off you again, laughing at your pout that disappears when your ankles are grabbed and you're sliding down until your legs are hanging off the seat and he's over you. He unbuckles his belt one-fucking-handed. Your cunts practically weeping a waterfall for him. "Show me what I wanna see, baby" he watches your fingers deftly unzip your pants, the adorable shimmy of your hips as you squeeze out of them (he assists but only after snickering like an asshole), then you unzip your bodysuit very appropriate crotch access and finally he sees his prize. "Fuck" your hips cant away as he palms your crotch "You're fucking dripping". The casual way he pushes your underwear to the side makes your heart double in speed, he's staring at your cunt like a starved man. He dips past your folds, sliding up until he reaches your little dick. "Your ‘friend’ must've done a shit job" he said "Your dick's still ready to go" he strokes it, pushing the hood down with those slicked-up gloves and it has you gasping as you arch into his touch. "Your friend should've known better than let a slut like you leave without being thoroughly satisfied or else ya' gonna end up like this, being used like a common whore"

He slips you out of your pants and removes his top. God, he is tatted up. You let your eyes take in as much detail as you can. His hands were inked with all sorts of designs - you figured he started there from how old a few designs looked. But the ones on his neck are deliciously crisp and it was an intricate piece that went all the way down his chest. You wonder what his back looks like. There were swirls of Japanese clouds motif on his shoulder - a sneak peek of the intricate traditional tattoo on his back of red, black and white dragons breathing out blue flames. He snaps you back into reality as he spreads your legs open. "Don't even need to lube you up" he slips two of his slender fingers in and you turn your head to the side, cheek squishing against the leather. His thumb's pressing circles on your dick as he curls and scissors them inside you.

"Holy shit" he guffaws "You got wetter!" He catches your leg before it lands on his chest, brushing it to the side as he curls his fingers again and your choked moan is all he needs to know he's hit that sweet spot. Dabi slips another finger, your used hole takes it with ease as it eagerly clenches around him. "You're practically sucking me in" his cock is straining against his boxers so he grabs at it, squeezing it through the material to relieve it a bit. While there, he reaches back to grab a condom and places it between his teeth. Your eyes are squeezed shut, thighs twitching as he continues the relentless abuse of that spongy bundle of nerves but in a flash, his fingers are gone and you're whimpering at the loss. Your hole clenches around nothing and you're about to throw a goddamn tantrum if Dabi dares deny you of pleasure but find yourself frozen from where you're sat. "Like what you see, pretty boy?"

What you’re seeing is his cock, hard and twitching as the head nearly reaches his goddamn belly button. The tip is a shade of red, precum making it glisten but what’s more, is the ladder of piercings that begin from just above his balls to below his head. There were six piercings all lined up and perfect and you can’t tell if it was your tongue swelling up that was making you drool or your want to have him in his mouth so you can feel them on your tongue.

And what a nice surprise - Dabi’s real hair colour is white unless of course, he bleaches his neat patch of pubic hair which you doubt.

He rolls a condom over it, hissing softly and you can’t help but reach down to spread your lips apart for him. Dabi laughs, a warm hand holding your thigh as the other holds his dick to line it up.

“Thank you, baby. Ya’ know, I would usually take my time with pretty things like you but” your eyes flutter close as his head breaches you.

“If we stay here too long, a blue-haired asshole is gonna check the cameras. Can’t have him seein’ my bitch, he’s all mine and I don’t feel like sharin’” he has a rougher accent that slips when he’s filling you up.

“Ah, mpfh! Fuh...fuckkk...” The heels of your palm dig into your eyes as you feel him practically split you open. A burning sensation makes your toes curl, the stretch of his cock is making your chest heave. The feeling of his piercings has you seeing white faster than you register.

“Shit - did you just come?” he’s not even bottomed out yet but the evidence was the way your walls are spasming around him. He pushes your leg up, shushing as you pant out nonsensically about waiting and how it’s too soon.

“Shut up, you can take it, I know you can”

Tears slip past your eyes and it makes his grin sharp.

“Fuck, you’re even pretty when you cry - makes me wanna be the reason you’re sobbin’” he adjusts his hips and it makes you let out the most pathetic cry he feels his resolve break.

He pulls out nearly all the way and for a second you think he’s giving you mercy but he slams all the way in and the yell you let out has him laughing. A hearty laugh that makes him sound like a goddamn supervillain as he looks down at your teary face.

“Told ya’ you could take it” You clench around him, sniffling as you reach down to feel where you two connect. Your dick twitches.

He fills you up just right. His cock constantly pressed against that spot. You inhale wetly, looking up at him with your eyes all sparkly with tears.

You jerk, your eyes said, you fucking asshole.

“I know but I know you coulda’ and you did” his gloved hand swats yours away and he teases your dick making your mouth fall open, drool following.

“Dumb boy’s like you can take anythin’ you’re given” his words were like a siren's call. Whispering, lulling you into an underwater grave.

“Fuck” the way you tightened around him made him hiss. “Slobbering all over yourself from some dick” you whine again, wiping away the drool but he just snaps his hips in and out of you and you’re crying out again.

You’re laid on the leather, a sheen of sweat coating your skin which makes everything sticky and somewhat uncomfortable but with Dabi’s dick inside you, everything else around you barely exists.

You’re twisting on the seat, head thrown to the side as you moan wantonly - like a goddamn porn star according to Dabi. One of your legs is folded to your chest, the other pinned to the side as Dabi fucks into you. Your hands are braced on his chest, nails scratching and leaving red welts but Dabi takes them with pride.

He wishes he could kiss you, he knows he can’t but you’d have to do a follow-up to replace the piercing. He wants you to come again, just to see him, he’ll hurt you and heal you just like he’s doing right now.

You’re sobbing, you came around him again and he loves the feeling of it. The chair beneath you is downright shaking from how hard he’s pounding into you.

“Duh-Dabi!” you squeal, tongue already numb. The way you mispronounce the pleas for him to go harder makes him so riled up you swore you saw wisps of heat on his skin.

“Your cunt feels so fuckin’ good - Fuck! A perfect cock sleeve made just for this” You’re squirming again and Dabi pulls out making you thrash which he reprimands with a slap to your cunt.

“Please -"

He ignores you, ignores his dick that wants nothing more than to fuck you into oblivion again and instead curls his fingers inside you.

You’re done for - the pressure that his fingers bring makes your hips jerk up and down, twitching and moving uncontrollably. Dabi groans as you squirt all over his wrists, hips jerking as weak spurts follow the big splash.

“Fuckin’ love this hole” he places a kiss on your dick and you’ve half a mind to push him away. Especially when he licks it. But Dabi’s not done yet, your fucked out whispers fall on deaf ears.

“One more time, baby, let me feel you around my cock”

“S’too muh...muhhh”

“Shhh, just stay like that. So fuckin’ pretty for me, so good” his cock is inside you again and you’re crying out, reaching to wrap your arms around his neck.

Dabi grabs your ass and you lose the sticky leather. Now you’re in the air as he fucks up into you, the friction of your bodies rubbing on your swollen cock has your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Your tongue slips out, going a bit cross-eyed. Not that Dabi could see, your face was tucked right between his shoulder and neck.

The camera’s red light was blinking but you couldn’t give a damn.

Dabi’s bringing you up and down his dick. His piercings stimulate your gummy walls, making your breath hitch every time it slips in and out of you, catching on the rim of your cunt. You babble, right into his ear.

“Daddy! Fuh! Fuck!”

Dabi plants his feet firmly to the ground, his back wet with sweat.

“S’too buh-big! Can’t! Ngh!”

“Yeah, you can. Take what Daddy gives you” he grunts and you’re sure your ass is gonna have the imprint of his hands so you leave scratches on his back.

He gives one last thrust and cums, the condom fills up inside you and you shudder. He hears you trying to catch your breath, sniffling in between every pitiful intake of air that have you hiccuping.

The sharp sensation of the metal can Dabi presses against your neck makes you flinch. You murmur that he's an ass and he just laughs. The both of you are in the waiting room, Dabi laying you there for a comfier seat and letting the AC dry you off while he was cleaning up the room. Now that he was done, he was sipping beer with you. The atmosphere was casual, laughably so considering how he just fucked your brains out 10 minutes ago. You pull out your wallet after you're halfway through but Dabi walks away from you. He gets behind the counter and pulls out his card making your eyes widen. "Don't sweat it, think of it as a thank you" the card machine beeps and you honestly couldn't even stand up without your thighs and back going all weird so you weren't gonna win this anyways. Still, you pout. "That's the first time someone's pissed I pay" his blue eyes dart to his phone that's hidden from your view, ignoring the middle fingers you throw his way and the stuck-out tongue. [ Shiggy: His hole's that good? ] Dabi glances at the camera behind the counter, licking the back of his teeth as he saw the red light. [ Shiggy: Think he can take two of us at the same time? ] [ Dabi: Fuck off, he's my bitch ] Tomura sends a screenshot of your fucked-out face nuzzled into his neck. Dabi's dick twitches to life. [ Shiggy: Just wanna test out his head game, think I can teach him a few tricks using that new piercing ] Tomura grins when Dabi tells him they'd have to wait for it to heal, moaning as he squeezes his cock. He goes back to the replay of the feed, of you getting your first orgasm and throws his head back as he cums into his fists just as you came all over Dabi's cock.

[illvmiimoved]

Just Helping You Sleep.

Miguel O’Hara x AFAB reader (GN pronouns)

TAGS/INCLUDED: Lactation (not really nsfw though) * Dad!Miguel * Miguel is super smitten * if he’s Spider-Man is up to you * fluff * au where he had Gabriella normally so she isn’t literally dead

A/N: this is my first ever tumblr post so please have mercy LOL. What a first post am I right gang? Anyways happy reading ❤️

New account cause I screwed up 😭

Miguel has had one thing on his mind lately.

Your tits.

It was weird as hell, considering the situation, but it was true. He couldn’t get those damn things out of his head no matter how hard he tried.

He’d be busy at work, then boom. Titty thoughts.

You’d had his baby recently, which didn’t help (and was also the cause of the recent boob thought influxes). The baby was a beautiful girl and light of Miguel’s life, Gabriella.

You were breastfeeding Gabri, which was the main cause. You not only exposed them more often, but it also made your boobs larger than they were originally.

Miguel was honestly pretty ashamed of getting horny of you merely feeding your child, but here he was.

One day, Miguel was sitting on the couch, watching the news with a beer in one hand and Gabriella in the other. She was snug against him and content, ‘till she began crying.

You had raced over to get her, cooing things like “Oh no, what’s wrong, baby?” And “Are Papa’s stupid news stories boring you to tears, my poor thing?”

You swooped the little girl from his arms, and popped your shirt open in record time to feed her. Miguel nearly dropped his beer.

You noticed his staring and asked if he was alright, and he just said something akin to “Yeah, Gabi’s just so cute when she eats.” Which was true, just not the reason he was staring so intently.

The second a drop of milk dribbled down your boob and down towards your torso, Miguel began to sweat in his wife-beater and had to literally leave the room.

Miguel has caught himself having extremely weird thoughts as of late. A lot of the time, he realizes he’s actually envious of his 3 month old daughter for being able to be that up close and personal with your chest.

Another one is when that drip of milk dribbled down your chest, he had to actually stop himself from swiping a finger under it to catch it on the pad of his finger, and taste it.

He had absolutely no idea what was happening.

He currently was sat on yours and his shared bed, doing some work on his iPad. His glasses were sliding down the bridge of his nose, so he pushes them up. You walk in from just finally getting your daughter down, palming your boobs uncomfortably and looking around the room.

He looks up from his tablet, “What’s wrong, querido?”

“I can’t find that stupid breast pump, and Gabriella didn’t empty me before she fell asleep. It fuckin’ hurts.”

He saves his work before shutting his tablet off, getting up from his spot to help you look around for the pump to alleviate your pain.

You sigh exhaustedly, “I swear to god if it’s in her room and I have to go in there and risk waking her up-“

Miguel sits back on the bed when he can’t find it and for some reason, his mind decided that yeah, this was a great thing to blurt out;

“Do you want me to help?”

You stop what you’re doing and turn to look at him comically slowly. You stare at him, “Eh?”

Miguel pales in the face when he realizes what he actually just fucking said, what he suggested.

“I just meant- uhm- Amor I didn’t mean-“

He shut up before he could make things worse than he already had.

You walk over and sit on the edge of the bed, staring at him, “Did you… are you suggesting you drink me dry?”

Miguel lets out a loud groan, “Don’t say it like that, cariño!” He covers his face with his hands.

You just snicker and crawl up to your spot on the bed. You shrug, “We can give it a shot. I don’t see why not. I won’t be able to sleep like this.”

“Are you serious?” He whips his head up to stare at you. His gaze only grows more shocked when you slip your shirt off, over your head.

You lean back and rest your head on the pillow. Miguel could see you really were tired, so he decided to just dive right in, crude as that sounds.

He leant down and latched on, and hoooolllllyyy shit man. It felt so good. It was unbelievable. He’d fantasized about this for weeks on end, and it was finally happening.

Hell, the milk was perfect too. It was in his top 5 beverages for sure. Not because it was from his beautiful and lovely spouse who he loves more than anything, his beautiful and lovely spouse who could breathe and he would propose to you all over again.

You let out a long breath from the relief and tangle your fingers in his hair. He lets out a low groan at the action.

He reaches one of his hands up to squeeze at the breast he wasn’t sucking, and it fucking dribbled out milk. He could have came on the spot. He immediately unlatched from you to catch it on his tongue.

He switches to the other breast, pretty confident he had emptied your other one. He lets out a loud groan against you when you tug his hair slightly. You let out a sigh yourself. It was super pleasant, having a big hunky man sucking you dry.

Miguel kept on working, focused on mostly helping you get to sleep. Sure he was getting unbelievably horny, but he knew you really just wanted your rest. Having a tiny baby who clung to you like Gabriella did was exhausting.

He pulls back and uses his big hands to feel your breasts, making sure they’re empty enough to let you get some comfortable sleep. Once he’s sure they are, he looks up at you with a lovey dovey smile. You hold back a snicker as you raise a thumb to wipe away the remaining milk around his mouth.

“All better?” He asks. You could feel his excitement pressed up against you under the covers and he noticed. He shook his head and pressed a kiss to your forehead, “Don’t worry about it, Hermosa. It’ll go away. Just get your sleep, Mhm?”

You nod sleepily and cuddle against his side. He lets your head rest on his shoulder as he pulls the cover over both of you.

He looks at you with the sweetest gaze, “You’re so beautiful.”

You smile tiredly at him and press a kiss to his cheek, then lay your head back on his shoulder. You felt yourself drifting off to sleep, not as uncomfortable as before.

He mumbles,

“You will let me do that during sex though, right?”

You burst out in giggles, nodding and kissing him.

A/N: this was my first tumblr post ever so please give feedback if you want!! Thanks so much for reading ❤️

+ I did use spanishdict for the Spanish nicknames Miguel used, please lmk if I used them wrong or anything so I can fix them !

(the normal shit, don’t copy or redistribute this pretty please)

[deathofpeaceofmiiind]

illicit affairs | twenty three

*I would suggest listening to Who are you? on repeat for this chapter...you'll see why :)*

*Ellie's POV*

“Everyone’s gone, now what?”

I looked over at Noah after the guys left to head out on their trip. The house was so quiet and I felt like I could breathe. Bryan was dropping hints of not wanting to go and staying behind to hang out but Noah practically dragged him out to the car. Between moving and having Liam for three weeks because Tyler was in Europe with his family, we hardly had any time to ourselves. Liam was with Tyler as well, so now we finally had some alone time.

“Well, we have no groceries…” I sighed, rubbing my twitching eyes. Between unpacking and emotionally preparing for Matt to show up my energy was drained. “El…” Noah walked over to me, wrapping me up in his arms. “You go sit on the couch and pick out a movie for us. I’ll go out and grab us something.” “Internet and cable guy doesn’t come until tomorrow.” I whined into his chest, causing him to softly laugh. “Use my phone as a hotspot.” He suggested as he kissed the top of my head. “I’ll be back…I love you.” I pouted as I watched him leave the house, today was too much for me. After finding a blanket in one of the million boxes around here, I plunked myself down on the couch and waited for Noah. My eyelids started to feel heavy as I got comfortable on the couch. I drifted off in a matter of seconds, sleeping off the day I had.

“Ellie, I’m back.” I woke up to Noah’s hand on my shoulder, gently waking me up. He kissed my forehead softly before I followed him into the kitchen. My mouth started to water as I saw he picked up Greek from one of our favourite restaurants, along with a case of Diet Coke. I didn’t even have to tell him what I wanted to drink, he just knew. I’ve never met a man who could let me fully shut my brain off quite like him.

We had no plates unpacked yet so we took our take out containers into the living room and ate while we watched Terrifier 2 on Noah’s iPad. People would think we were crazy for watching something this gory while we ate but it didn’t phase us at all.

“How did you get so good at this?” Halfway through the movie, Noah could feel how stressed out I was and my body wouldn’t relax. He spent the rest of the movie massaging my shoulders, neck and temples. He even volunteered to French braid my hair for me to get it out of my face. Another first for us, but damn… was it ever relaxing. My eyes closed, feeling his fingers gently run through my hair as he picked up more pieces and gently tugging it tighter with each braid he did. “May I remind you of how long my hair was?” “I remember.” I paused, remembering how I used to watch him on twitch when I was still married to Tyler. “That feels like a lifetime ago I was watching you play fall guys and losing your mind every time.” “It's insane to me that the love of my life was watching me be an idiot online." I chuckled, “I weirdly felt like I was falling for you even back then…now look at me.” His lips pressed onto my neck ever so gently after finishing up with my hair, “I’m so happy you’re here.”   I admired my surroundings, completely blessed to have what I did, “I am too.” 

“Wanna go for a swim?”

“I’d love to.” I replied as Noah helped me off the floor. 

Moments later he came down the stairs with two towels for us. I asked about swimsuits and he playfully smirked at me, insinuating that we were gonna skinny dip in our pool for the first time. Noah went to turn on some music for us and turn on our patio lights. I quickly stripped myself and jumped into the pool, hoping our poor neighbours didn’t see anything. What a way to introduce ourselves to the neighbourhood. 

As I came up for air, Noah met me in the middle of the pool, instantly wrapping his hand around my neck and kissing me desperately. My tongue grazed his teeth as I felt his hands wander, keeping us a float as we enjoyed each other’s company. I started to grow cold, but Noah wanted to swim for a little longer. I wrapped myself up in a towel while I sat at the edge of the pool watching him. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him, the way his tattoos glistened with the water, how his hair was perfectly slicked back from being wet. He was so beautiful. I still had to pinch myself to believe he was real and this was real. “Damn this pool is the perfect size.” Noah commented as he started to slowly swim towards over to me, making my heart pound in my chest as I anticipated his next move. He locked his somber eyes on me as he floated between my thighs, slowly moving them apart. 

“Noah what are you -“ 

“Shh.” He coos, kissing my inner thighs gently. “Bring yourself closer to me baby.”

Swallowing a lump in my throat, I did what he asked. He smirked as I got closer, practically hovering over the pools edge. I was met with his warm tongue and my eyes immediately rolled into the back of my head.

“Fuck, Noah, I -” 

I bit my lip to swallow my stifled moans. He brought my legs over his shoulders so he could get closer, licking my clit with the softest strokes. I laid back on the patio looking up at the sky but all I saw was the stars Noah was making me see. My body began to squirm as that all familiar feeling fluttered in my stomach as I got closer. He stayed persistent, talking me through my orgasm between breaths. My body became limp as I tried to gain my composure. Noah gently kissed between my thighs before sending me the sweetest smile. 

“I think I’m gonna love living with you.”

[jaemified]

SNOWED IN ! [ep. i] | first time

“eyes on a certain someone.. whats his name?”

a barista xu minghao x receptionist reader smau

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synopsis ; trying the cafe in the hotel you work at for the first time, you realize the baristas are quite literally as hot (maybe even more) then your friend had described. yet a certain barista in particular manages to pique your interest the most.

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“hi, i can help you over here?” one of the guys spoke from the counter, y/n not realizing someone was already waiting for her.

“oh hi, sorry. you guys have boba as a topping right?”

“yeah, we do. so, what would you like to drink?” he asked patiently as he finished setting up the ipad to put in your order.

“right. could i get a large caramel latte with boba? extra whip, light ice, and aloe.”

the guy rose a brow in surprise. “caramel latte with.. boba?” he asked for reassurance.

“yeah. sorry is that weird? cause if it is i could just do a strawberry milk tea-” “-no no not at all. just a bit taken aback. your total is ₩10,000.”

“thank you,” you spoke as he handed you your receipt which read ‘order number 32’.

“oh and what was your name again?” you quickly asked as he was about to hand the order to one of the other baristas.

“chwe hansol, but you can call me vernon.” he smiled. “do you, by any chance, work here? like at the hotel, not here here.”

“yeah, im assistant manager at the front desk. did my uniform give it away?” you chuckled.

“maybe. sorry, i gotta keep the line moving. have a good one though.” hansol smiled before handing the order over to the other barista behind him.

damn. and you thought hansol was cute. not that he wasnt, but this guy was really cute.

“woo, look at this shit.” the person who was responsible for making your order whispered. “who orders a caramel latte with boba??”

wonwoo turned around and saw you sitting in a corner on your phone, grimacing as he didn’t think you were actually serious about your order.

“its a receptionist thing, hao. you wouldnt get it.”

“im a barista not a clerk. and just cause you dated one for a few months doesn’t mean you have the experience of one.” minghao rolled his eyes before reaching over to grab a new cup.

as he got your drink started, you couldn’t help but notice how cute the black haired boy was. his facial features really were something you couldn’t take your eyes off of. you could tell he was experienced as he didn’t even need to read the recipes before pouring in all the right measurements.

he jerked his head backwards as he read the bottom for extra info not realizing he missed it earlier, “aloe? who the hell puts aloe in a caramel latte.”

“you seem really fixed on her drink preferences.” joshua murmured as he reached over minghao for a napkin to clean the spill he made after knocking over the chocolate sauce.

“its just weird. like yeah they’re all good by themselves but altogether? its like vanilla mixed with cotton candy.”

“vanilla goes with everything.”

“he thinks he’s an expert on tea ‘cause his cousin’s boyfriend made him the manager at a tea house in china.” seungcheol scoffed.

“whatever.”

minghao finished up your order and went to the desk to call out your number before he thought of something that really bothered him.

he grabbed a post it near the register, quickly scribbling down something before sticking it on your drink and calling for you.

“who ordered the latte with boba?” he called our halfmindedly as hansol handed him the next order, not realizing he unprofessionally forgot to call you by the order number instead.

“hi, that’d be me.” you spoke as you walked up to the counter quickly, putting on your customer service face so it isn’t so obvious you find him attractive.

you didn’t even notice how his face twisted as your black heels clicked against the wooden floorboards.

“yeah okay, have a good one or whatever.. yoon.. y/n?” he mumbled as he skimmed over your name tag.

“yeah thanks.” you smiled while grabbing a straw and some napkins from the organizer next to him, your hand briefly grazing his as he set your cup down.

“you’re a receptionist?” minghao asked, crossing his arms as he watched you take an experimental sip.

“yeah, why?”

“then how come i never see you here for lunch?”

“i go to the restaurant instead of the cafe. less crowded and i have more friends up there.”

“such as?” “why does it matter?”

“i cant ask my co worker who her friends are?”

“we are hardly that close.” you tilted your head in confusion.

“yeah whatever. and stop fake smiling when you’re not helping customers. it’s annoying.” he whispered into your ear before you got the chance to walk away.

you rolled your eyes in faux annoyance, trying to hide your excitement at the fact you just talked to a really cute guy.

‘he’s lowkey more attractive when he’s mad. its.. kinda hot?’ you thought to yourself before pulling out your phone to text soyeon.

note ; hear me out bc a caramel latte w boba is my favorite 😭😭

[hamiltonforpowerpoint]

Spiderling HCs [YIPIEE]

Hobbie is British/Jamaican so I know he fucks up a mango. I’m talking straight off the tree in right into the flesh. He gets stares

Margo is FNAF fan. She’s watched every recap and theory. Her fav is Bonnie.

Gwen is good at learning an foot heavy hobby. Skating, Roller skating, soccer, you name it shes a little bit above her learning limit

The spiderlings all dye their hair together. Pav gets a strip, Margo uses a tiny tiny bit of temp dye, Hobie goes for the tips, Gwen gets her reg but with a different color, and Miles gets a section

Jess ends up helping them with homework. Miguel is too scary, they end up hep by Peter more than him helping them and Lyla just gives them the answers. Jess ended up stepping in bc she “wasn’t going to have idiots as her protégés”

Miguel and Miles are IPad kids. If you try to talk to them while they are eating and watching something they visibly get upset

ITSV group are Minecraft players and ATSV group are Roblox players

Hobie is the equivalent of stomping your sketchers in the dark but instead he turns a different color

Group cosplays all around. Top ideas are Sonic, Kingdom Hearts, Animal Crossing and MHA

Miles falls down the dnd pipeline and teaches all his friends to play just enough so he can play one shots(yes this includes the adults and parents)

Margo and Pav are designated camera ppl. They are organizing the group, finding the best lighting, getting it together for the camera

“Stays in the box Miles” vs “ wow! I need to display outside the box! ” Gwen( only way I’ll except her opening his action figure)

Miles hits triple homicide by being part of the blk, nd, and lgbtq club at HQ (gah damn 😭)

They have comparing nights where they find one thing and have a sleepover talking about dimensions differences and which ones better

Miles reads anything PJ or Rick ajecent . His favs are PJO, Kane, and Tristan

Miguel’s room is designed nap time(yes from that one fic). Once they got over their fear they realized that the other spiders didn’t. If they were quite enough they could just sneak in the room and make a little hammock or bed(depends in the platform is high or low)

^^^Miles was the last one to do this alone(bc he’s went with one of the other spiderlings) but when he did it my god was knocked tf out 😭

[wolfpants]

lots of sentences... saturday

I'm creeping my way back to Tumblr after a few much needed weeks off and hey, it's paid off a bit, because I've done some writing I actually kind of like? This is from my upcoming Drarry longfic Terrible People, which I'm hoping to begin posting in the New Year! Thanks for tagging me @oknowkiss (lovely words here!) and @sorrybutblog (lovely words here!)

Pansy’s hand flies across the table. She gets to Draco’s phone before he does.

“Don’t even think about it,” she says. 

Her fingers hover over the screen, nails the same colour as the wine they’re drinking. They glitter under the restaurant’s soft lights like talons.

“That’s pretty fucking rich.” Draco represses the very strong urge to snatch it back like a toddler whose iPad has been taken away. “When you’ve been looking at yours since we sat down.”

“I have a child at home,” Pansy says, just as Ernie starts loudly reciting the dessert choices, offering his commentary on each element.

“—cashew nut crumble, how delightful—”

“And a Neville.” Draco holds out his hand, palm-up. “Give it back, please.”

“No!” Pansy says.

“—ooh, miso caramel. That’s unusual. What d’you reckon, Fletch, shall we get something to share—”

Low and in warning, “Pansy…”

“Draco,” she replies loftily, nose in the air. “Whatever could be so important, anyway? I wonder,” she murmurs, unlocking his phone with a simple tap tap of her fingers, because of course she knows his rudimentary password, 0506.

He silently curses the fateful day their mothers chose to shove them in the same elocution lessons as children, paving the way for their decades-long friendship and Draco’s eternal suffering.

“Work,” he says through gritted teeth.

“Work? On your birthday?” She tuts as she drags down the notifications with her thumb. “On the night where your beloved friends take you out for a fancy meal—”

“—and a dessert wine? Too indulgent? No, I think we should get dessert wine, a bottle for the table perhaps—”

Draco shifts in his chair, a fussy, powder-pink velvet thing with a low wingback in the shape of an open shell. “It might be important.”

“As important as…” Pansy laughs and turns his phone around to show him the screen. “A WhatsApp message from Paul Grindr?”

Draco’s face grows hot. 

This is why he should have kept his phone in his pocket.

He grabs it from her and does just that, then busies himself by straightening out the wrinkles in the tablecloth, a distraction from the itching impulse to read the damn message and block the number.

Another disastrous date. More proof he just isn’t built for the modern world of dating and relationships.

“You never told us about Paul!” Ernie crows from the other side of the table, tossing the small paper menu aside. “Who’s Paul?”

“Literally no one,” Draco says, glaring at his friends. “Now order some fucking dessert, Ernie, no one wants to hear you read the whole fucking menu.”

No pressure tagging @tackytigerfic @skeptiquewrites @academicdisasterfic @wheezykat @lqtraintracks @wrapped-up and anyone who wants to play!

[sunshinerapmonster]

The Saregeant's Daughter - Chapter 28 Madeline

"Yes, that's me"

Chicago Med S4 EP20: More Harm Than Good

I looked at the email on my phone with a huge smile an offer to work with the Gang Unit California, I have a week to accept the offer before it's given to someone else.

"What's with the smile on your face?" Maggie asked.

"It's a job offer about joining the Gang Unit in California," I said showing her the email.

Maggie read the email and looked at her with a smile, "So what are you going to do?"

"I don't know--I won't lie that offer sounds tempting but in California I don't wanna leave Jay," I said shutting my phone and putting it in my pocket.

"You two have to talk about this but I will support you with your decision even if that means leaving Chicago," she said placing her hand on my arm and squeezing it.

"Leaving Chicago?" Will said walking over to me.

"It's nothing," I said grabbing the iPad from his hands, "Let's go talk to the patient" and walked towards the room.

"Hi. I'm Dr. Halstead and this is Dr. Sanchez" Will said as we put gloves on.

"Vasiley Qipaqli?" I said reading off the name on the screen "Butchered it, didn't I? I'm sorry about that."

"You got close. Just call him Vee. It's easier. Uh, I'm his cousin, Brandon Wycoff" He said.

"Nice to meet you"

"So Vee, what happened?" Will asked him.

Vee turned to look at Brandon, "He's visiting me from Moldova. He knows like ten words of English"

"Yeah, that's--okay. We can get a translator" I said.

"Well, good luck" Brandon said causing me to stop "Most people there speak Russian or Romanian. He's from the south. He speaks Gagauz. It's just better if I do the talking. Long story short, he fell in the shower."

Will signaled at eyes then at the back of the head, "Look at the back of your head" and looked at the head "Eh, minor head laceration, doesn't even need a stitch" as I removed the ice from his wrist.

"Hey...anything hurt?" I asked looking at him as I moved his wrist a bit, "Pain?"

"Oh, I--I okay"

"Okay, good" I said pulling my pen out and flashed the light towards his eyes "I wanna get an X-ray. But I think the arm is just bruised"

"There's nothing internal?"

"I'm not seeing anything concerning"

"Oh thank god. If he's no-go. I'm screwed"

"Sorry?" I said.

"Oh" he chuckled "That came out wrong. Um...." and removed his jacket showing us his arm "Fistula for dialysis and stage renal disease?"

"Yeah. My only hope is a kidney. Luckily, he's donating me one of his. Love you cuz"

-

"I just got word your patient's gonna be admitted and moved upstairs to meet with transplant" Maggie whispered to me and Will.

"Mags" Will said turning away from me, "I need you to stall the transfer. I'm waiting on calls from translators"

"Gwen Garrett called me personally on this one" Maggie replied, "I can maybe buy you half an hour"

"That's not gonna do it. Damn it!"

"Will what's going on?" I asked looking at him confused.

"I don't think Vee is actually cousins with Brandon--he doesn't know any basic information about him and and Vee looks scared" Will said, "Mads we gotta help him, I don't think he fully understands what's going on"

I nodded, "Okay, let's get him a head CT"

"Mads" Maggie said.

"I'm just making sure there's not a delayed subdural hematoma that might endanger Vee in surgery"

"This case smells that funky?" Maggie said staring at us.

"It smells illegal" Will said looking at Vee room.

"Okay, I'll order you the CT. You got an hour now. But if I were, I'd find a plan B"

"Yeah, I need Miss Goodwin" Will said and walked away from us.

-

I followed Will into the room where Vee was in, "I have to ask you. Is Brandon paying for your kidney?" Will said pointing at his side.

Vee looked confused Will pulled his wallet out and pulled an 100 bill "Money, all right? Is Brandon paying you money for your kidney?"

"Nu, uh..no money"

Will put the money away, "it's okay. Just tell us the truth so we can help you"

"Help...uh yes" Vee said and stared looking through his belongings "Ah" and pulled a picture of two little boys "Me...Brandon"

"uh--huh"

"Brandon sick. I help family"

The door opened up and Brandon walked in, "Dr. Halstead is there a problem?"

"No, just checking on Vee" Will replied "Making sure he's okay"

"Me too" Brandon said walking towards Vee as he showed the picture he was just showing us, "Oh, you gotta be kidding me. Look at us. My mom took me to Moldova when I was eight. She wanted me to experience the homeland. And village after village, I was so bored. But then on the last day, I met Vee. And we couldn't speak to each other but we both knew how to play soccer."

"Football" Vee said, "Football, football. I--football"

I smiled at them as the laughed with each other, "Thank you for what you're doing for me. You're saving my life" Brandon said and turned to look at us "I wish he knew what I was saying"

"I think he does" I said and placed my hand on Will back, "We'll leave you guys alone"

-

I walked out of the hospital with Will next to me as I explained to him about the job offer I was given.

"Madeline Sanchez?" A male said walking over to us with an orange envelope.

"Yes, thats me" I replied confused.

"These are for you" He said handing me the envelope "Open this in private alone ma'am" and walked away from them.

"What was that about?" Will said as we watched him get into his vehicle and drove off.

"I have no idea" I mumbled looking at the envelope in my hand, "Well I'm going to get going see you tomorrow Will"

"yeah--get home safe" he said bringing me into a side hug.

I smiled at him and walked to my car. Once I was in my car I opened up the orange envelope, I pulled what looked like pictures that were backwards turning them around it was pictures of Jay with another women.

Tears slid down my face as I looked turned the pictures of him and another women, they were kissing, hugging, cuddling, and even in bed together and he looked so happy with her. I put the pictures away back in the envelope and pulled my phone out and went straight to the email that I had gotten this morning and replied that I would be taking the job--I blocked jay on everything without a word and sped home to pack everything. 

Jay Master List

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[e-adlirez]

BUSTS IN

HI SO I FOUND A THING

Kay so I was swimming on the Internet Archive for international copies of "Paws Off, Cheddarface!" as you do, and my agenda was to find how the scene where Geronimo confronts the impostor for the last time. The result was an hour or two of translating the Chinese copy of this chapter in particular (mostly spent wrestling with glitchy iPad IME pads and trying to make stuff more convenient only to be betrayed by technology), and HOLY DAMN THIS WAS HEAVY. LIKE WAY HEAVIER THAN THE SCHOLASTIC BOOK COULD EVER BE.

(Not sure how close the Chinese translation is to the original Italian books, but seeing how they'd translate stuff literally, it's prolly close enough. As someone who can write Chinese albeit with crappy handwriting, I'd rather write Chinese than wrestle with autocorrect and French/Spanish/Dutch sentences/words.)

So context aight for the ones who haven't read Paws Off, Cheddarface, here's the chapter in English

Decently angsty, right?

Now HERE is the Chinese chapter called “Me, Homeless”, which I toiled over on DeepL and a glitchy IME pad:

I returned and when I opened the door, I found that the key would not turn and that a mouse had replaced the lock.

I prayed in the name of a cat mummy's trembling whiskers! (OPN: I'm as confused as you are on this one, perhaps it was a literal Chinese translation of the Italian expression in this bit?)

"What do I do now?” I thought in fear.

I called my close friends one by one. Unfortunately, Thea had already warned the family that there was this one person, I mean a mouse, who was taking my place. So they all hung up and ignored me, thinking that I was him, the other rat, the liar!

I called my cousin Trap, only to hear his delirious phone recording: "Scream your name, phone number, address, and reason for calling, and I'll call you back if I feel like it (and only when I feel like it)." Later, I tried calling my nephew Benjamin, who was in school, but the teacher wouldn't let me talk to him on the phone.

What do I do?

I had to hide near my house and wait for the fake Stilton to show up. Finally, around 7:00 p.m., I saw a yellow car (MY car) approaching. The rat I was waiting for got out of the car! He checked the mailbox (MY mailbox) to see if there was any letters (letters for ME), then took a set of keys (MY keys) out of his coat pocket and walked to the front door (MY front door), humming a little tune as he did so. He opened the door...and I jumped out and shouted, "PAWS OFF, YOU SHAMELESS IMPOSTOR RAT!!! Get your paws off my house, my office, my family, my friends!"

I shouted, "You POISONOUS TUMOR!" But the impostor slipped away from me again. He had already shut the door of my house heavily. (OPN: In Chinese, calling someone a “tumor” means they’ve caused a lot of trouble or they’re a massive nuisance. So basically “pain in the ass” but with the impact of a speeding bus)

I stayed there with my paws empty.

What happened? I didn’t know!

I— DON'T—KNOW—WHAT—HAPPENED!

I was left cold and frustrated. I was left to spiral into my thoughts as I wandered the streets of New Mouse City, waiting for the first light of dawn.

GahDAMN SOMEBODY GIVE THIS MAN A HUG PLEASE HE LEGITIMATELY HAD A MIDLIFE CRISIS IN ONE NIGHT

[ginger-grimm]

🔮 + riley

Thank you so much again, here is how Riley and Coop met since I am unsure if I'm ever going to get there.

Riley stepped out of Marlow's car with a sigh. "It's not even my car and I don't even have a license," she started. "And yet here I am, pumping gas for you like the peasant I am."

"I never said you were a peasant!" she said, a mock-shocked expression crossing her face. "Also, I take you everywhere for free. Pumping some gas is the least you can do."

Riley shook her head, a huff escaped her lips. “Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

“You’re just upset that you can’t get out of going back to school next year,” Marlow told her.

The young werecoyote began typing away on her phone, trying to properly answer a confusing message Mason had sent her about Junior Prom. “Look, I get it, you haven’t been in school for a while, and it hasn’t exactly been a cake walk back here with the whole Beast incident, but I believe you can do this. It’s one and a half years left. You got this.”

Riley was listening, but only half way. She had heard the same spiel ten different times. From Marlow to Scott, everyone had given her a pep talk. That wasn’t what was bugging her anyways. Her eyes were fixed elsewhere.

An older woman was pumping gas into a truck. Behind her, a silver minivan pulled into the gas station. Both cars were filled as much as possible with boxes and the minivan had an extra carrier attached to it. Either these people were passing through Beacon Hills, or a new family was moving into town.

In the truck was a young boy, a boy Riley’s age hopped out of the passenger seat next to him. They were brothers, she could tell. The woman pumping gas looked like their mother. In the minivan sat a young woman. She was pretty, Riley thought. Seated in the back was a little girl, headphones on and staring intently onto an iPad.

“Riley? Riles, watch the meter, please! You’re gonna bankrupt me!”

She snapped back to reality, releasing the handle of the nozzle and pulling it from the car. “Right, sorry, I’m done.”

Her eyes wandered over to the boy who got out of the car. She watched as he pulled out a cigarette and lit it way too close to the gas pumps, her eyebrows raising drawing together in confusion.

“Excuse me!” she hollered, quickly shoving the nozzle back into the pump before walking over to him in quick strides. “Do you mind not doing that right there? It’s bad enough you’re killing yourself, you don’t need to kill everyone at this gas station.”

The boy turned his head to face her, giving her a studious look. Riley covered her chest with her arms as his eyes wandered up and down her body. “You the attendant here, or something?” he asked, blowing out a huff of smoke.

“I don’t need to work here to have common sense. You don’t light a fire at a gas station.”

“It’s not exactly a fire...”

“It’s a fire hazard, dingus!”

The boy laughed, an actual out loud laugh. “Dingus?”

Riley rolled her eyes with a sigh. “Are you gonna put it out or do I have to call an actual attendant?”

He sized her up with a smirk. The mere action aggravated Riley. He took one more drag off the cigarette before dropping it on the floor and stomping it out.

"Happy now, darlin'?"

Riley's eyes narrowed as she crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"You--"

"Riley!" Marlow hollered, sticking her head out of her car window in a panic. "What are you doing, huh? Leave that young man alone and get in the car...please."

He looked past Riley at Marlow. "That your mom?" he asked, nodding at the blonde.

Riley rolled her eyes, looking back at Marlow as well. "No. My mom is dead," she said, then looked back at him. "I live with my uncle. He's a cop."

He waved his hands dramatically. "Oh no, I've never been so scared in my life."

Riley's anger levels hadn't risen so high since Gerard Argent first stepped foot in Beacon Hills.

"Cooper, leave the natives alone and get back in the damn truck. The moving vans are gonna beat us to the house if we keep slacking off!"

"Listen to the pretty lady, Cooper. Get back in the truck, and quit the habit while you're at it."

Coop hid the smirk that formed on his face. He turned on his heel and walked back to the driver's side door.

"See you in class, I guess?" he asked before he got back in the car. Riley bit the inside of her cheek, then nodded. "Nice to meet you, Riley."

Riley halted for a second. Coop chuckled then pulled the door open.

"You too."

She heard him laugh before he sat back inside. The truck and the minivan pulled out of the gas station. Coop smirked at Riley from the backseat. The action aggravated Riley and yet, she felt the corner of her mouth tug into a smile.

"Riley and Cooper sittin' in a tree..."

"Marlow Marie, don't even!"

"K-I-S-S-I-N-G!"

"I'm gonna murder you."

"I'm gonna be your Maid of Honor!"

TAGGING: @waterloou @firsthorror @eddysocs @ocs-supporting-ocs @foxesandmagic @veetlegeuse @decennia @hiddenqveendom @arrthurpendragon @luucypevensie @richitozier @noratilney @jvstjewels @oneirataxia-girl @wordspin-shares @nejires-hado @endless-oc-creations

[hannahsmusings]

Jakcson

*Jackson was nearly out of the room when he heard you speak up, sighing as he turned on his heel to look at you, a bit annoyed that you were asking for extra stuff but after all, but seeing you illuminated by the glow of the fire made him take pause, biting his tongue for the moment as he tried not to admire you, your features accentuated by the glow* Sure. Please don’t mess that up. *he nods towards the fire before turning again, closing his eyes as he was so annoyed at his own immaturity, his arguments with you being so baseless and pointless tonight but he was just so angry at the situation and you were his own personal punching bag right now* *he stomps up the stairs and gets to his office, finally feeling like he could breathe properly without your presence, his mind going a mile a minute, letting out a deep breath, closing his eyes as he gripped the edge of his desk, trying to right himself* Get it together, Jackson. *he sighs, staying in that position for a while before he felt more in control, grabbing his laptop, iPad, notebook and his phone, making sure he didn’t need anything else before continuing on to your room, stepping inside and swearing to himself since he was immediately hit in the face by your perfume, your scent that always made his heartbeat pound in his damn ears* *he grabbed what you asked for, spotting your phone and grabbing that as well, pretending not to glance down at your home screen when it lit up, noting that you had no notifications which he found odd considering he knew you had a boyfriend but he pushes the thoughts away, that not being his business… at all* *he sees the book, staring down at it, his stomach swooping as he remembers that it was his favorite book, hating that you were reading it but also loving it too, it meaning that you had good taste* *he gets out of your room as quickly as he could, not wanting to be surrounded by your lingering presence and stuff anymore, it feeling too intimate in some way* *he makes his way back downstairs, the scent of smoke being a bit stronger now and he picks up the pace* I hope that smell is the firewood and not my drapes. *he stops in his tracks as he sees the room, the fire lit perfectly, the flames causing shadows to bounce off your body and hitting you perfectly, everything more prominent in this lighting as he took you in, swallowing a bit thickly, both annoyed and impressed that you knew how to make a fire when he didn’t* Oh… good, you did it correctly. Here. *he plops your stuff down on the love seat he assumed you’d take, turning away from you quickly and setting his own laptop and iPad up on the small coffee table, taking up as much room as possible as he sat himself down on the bigger couch*

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*sighs a little to myself at your jabs, wondering when you’d give it a rest, knowing that last night at the gala had ruined whatever closeness we’d created with each other but could we at least be civil? i was so tired of being the subject of passive aggressiveness, from you and from Matt* *after I’d finished the fire and spreading around the candles I turn to look at you when you come in, curls loose down my back as the fire flickers and glows over my face, cocking a brow at your comment and wondering if that was your attempt at humour* Was that you making a joke? *asks with a small smile, knowing it clearly wasn’t but I thought I’d try being playful to ease this tension between us* I promise your ancient curtains are still intact. *smiles a little before you put my stuff down on the loveseat, nodding* Thank you. *murmurs, noting you sit far away on the large sofa and spread yourself out, something about this softer lighting making me picture you relaxing in here with a glass of whiskey, or reading  a book in the evening, realising now how intimate it would be to share a space with you whilst we both worked* *distracts myself from my thoughts as I sit on the loveseat, reaching for my phone and my face falling to see I hadn’t received any messages from Matt, him not even wondering why I hadn’t stayed home last night, sighing to myself and putting my phone down before i pick up the laptop, grabbing the blanket next to me and curling up in it, pulling my knees up and tucking myself small in the corner of the loveseat as I scroll my emails on the laptop*

[httpdabi]

Again

Genre: smut

Summary: Touya-now a well known tattoo artist and once your best friend you had a fling with. what will happen once the two of you meet again?

,,This wouldn’t be the first time you’ve been under me like this’’

Word count:6.4K

Warnings: 18+ (minors eat shit), creampie, unprotected sex, rough, praising, dom!Dabi, semi public place, fingering..

,,I know laughing about someone’s nose isn’t okay, but look at this.’’ Nejire shoved her phone into your face, ignoring the slight uncomfortableness written over your face. Not surprised, you saw a face of a girl she hated.

,,She’s breathing air in HD’’ You commented, making Nejire giggle a little. Sometimes you felt bad gossiping people. Some of them you knew, and some of them you only saw on the streets. But in your defense, everyone needs someone in their life to gossip with.

Crossing your legs, you took a sip of your almost finished coffee. The shop you visit daily wasn’t so known and somehow you were thankful for that. It was like your hidden gem you didn’t wanna share with the rest of the world. The coffee they made was simply the best, you asked yourself many times if it’s about the sweet hazelnut syrup or if they simply made it with love, that made it taste so good.

,, Can you move Francy to the side, I wanna put my legs up’’ Nejire asked, shoving the Aloevera plant you bought few hours ago.

,, What Francy? This is Cindy’’ you complained, moving the plant on the floor.

You weren’t sure what took over you, but since you started living alone you were getting more and more plants. You were surprised that even watering them wasn’t a problem for you. When you used to love with your parents, you couldn’t force yourself even to keep a damn cactus alive.

At your surprise, Nejire hat to leave, as she received a call from her mom to pick up her cousin from school. Pissed off that she couldn’t even finish off her coffee in peace, she left, leaving you in the small cafe all alone.

For you it wasn’t a problem to have a coffee in your own company, in fact, you loved to do that from time to time, especially when it’s peaceful and there is not much going around. Usually you would bring a book with you, or your iPad to read or write, but since you were left on your own unplanned, you had only your phone and your mind to keep you company.

Looking around, the small tattoo shop grabbed your attention. Every time you would come to grab a coffee you would think about getting a new tattoo, yet every time you would simply brush it off manipulating yourself into thinking how you need money for more important things. You would convince yourself how the shop is unpopular anyway, since the location wasn’t really the best one. But you couldn’t say much about it, since you couldn’t really say how much costumers it has.

Opening the banking app on your phone, you realised that you had more than enough money to get few tattoos, and that avoiding it was just unnecessary. Having enough of yourself, you paid the coffee and made your way toward the small tattoo shop.

Pushing the door, you froze as you saw a very familiar face standing on the chair, fixing the light bulb. Not sure if you should turn around and leave with Cindy in your hands, or get inside fully, you just stood there confused. Since when is Dabi working at this shop and how come you didn’t see him at all?

,, Hii, come in’’ Dabi said casually, paying much more attention to the lightbulb than to you.

You knew Dabi since you were a child, he was that little boy that used to live in your neighbourhood. The two of you, and few other kids used to play until the very evening. There wasn’t any phones or tablets back than, and the sign to go home was the sun that was going down, telling you all that the day is over.

The two of you had a special connection. He was the one that was always on your side if other boys were messing around. If you were playing in teams, you and Dabi would always be one. It was very known how other girls were jealous of you, wanting to play with him too, but Dabi would shove them off every time.

how in love you were with him.

It was indeed your first crush, making it hard for you to ever forget him.

You will never forget the day you waited for him to get out and play. The faces were changing, but the one you were searching for never showed up. Hour after hour and day after day. You realised that your crush vanished from the small street you were living in.

Oh how heartbroken you were when you finally understood that he moved out with his mom. For you it was the end of the world, and you refused to go out and play with other children. Back then, his parents were on the edge of the divorce, and in one night it simply happened. His mother had enough, packing her and Touya’s stuff and leaving nothing else but memories in the house of Enji Todoroki.

Months passed before you met Touya again, and once you did, you didn’t ask him where he was, all that was important to you was that he is there again. Even til this day, you still aren’t sure if your mother noticed the change in your behaviour, and tried to meet with Rei so you could see him, or if she simply was so good with her.

Everything was changing as years were passing. You were always in contact with Touya, but the two of you went different directions in your life. The breaking point of your friendship happened on the collage party where the both of you got so drunk. One thing led to another and you found yourself spreading your legs for him.

The two of you talked after that, but every time you would meet him, it felt like there was something in the air. It felt like every word you had to say was choking you.

So it all stopped. And now, after two years, you were once again facing your dearest friend Touya Todoroki.

,,Oh, doll. ‘’ He added once he took a better look of you, realising who’s actually standing on the door. Stepping inside, you slowly closed the door behind you.

,, Hi’’ You muttered, playing with the pinkish rubber band around your wrist.

,, Oh, don’t act all shy around me now, come here’’ Dabi smiled, slowly jumping of the chair as he made his way toward you, giving you one big and warm hug.

It was scary how some things never changed, like for example, the way he smelled. The strong Parfum would always leave a mark on you, making you feel like you smell exactly like him. Or the way he would hug you, grabbing your shoulders as he would embrace your whole body with his arms, placing his chin on top of your head, moving you slightly from side to side.

,, How have you been?’’ He asked, arms still wrapped around your body.

,, I’ve been fine, and you? ‘’ You replied awkwardly, unsure if you should also wrap your arms around him or just place your hands on his shoulders.

,, also fine, can’t complain’’ Dabi said, slowly pushing his body away from yours, but still holding one of your arms. ,, Wait, sit here, and I’ll go grab us coffee, okay?’’ He demanded, pushing you lightly to the couch on the small waiting area, not giving you a chance to protest or even say that you already had your coffee just a minute ago.

Once again you were left on your own, even tho it was just for short time. Placing your hands between your legs, you took a good look around the room. It was giving a dark vibe, yet it was still welcoming, and unique in some ways. The massive painting of some historical guy you maybe saw once in your life in a book, was hanging on a dark grey wall. Maybe if you didn’t fail your history class, you would know who it was, but it really didn’t matter.

There were some green plants around, and dried flowers in a clear bottle, which made the atmosphere more warm in your opinion. The heavenly smell of white lotus and orchids made you lost for a second, before you heard the door open.

Thousand questions were spinning around your head. Dabi was well known tattoo artist, and seeing him in this small and not so known shop was simply weird to you. The shop he used to work in was definitely in the top 10 tattoo shops in your city.

Every now and then you would stalk his instagram account, and every time you would see his work, you wished you were brave enough to send him a message and ask for an appointment. It was simply stunning, and the huge count of followers he has agreed with you. On every post he had thousands likes and comments, praising his good work and his beautiful looks.

Even tho it wasn’t your place, from time to time you would check out the people he follows, and oh, how better you felt once you realised that he only follows some other tattoo artists and no girls. Yes, that’s a little weird, but what could you do ? In your Defense, you didn’t do it so often.

,, hazelnut cappuccino for you’’ Dabi said, placing the cup in front of you. ,, And one cold brew for me’’ he added, as he sat next to you, giving you no space to move.

,, Thank you’’ You smiled softly, the fact that he was sitting so close to you was making you nervous, and the way you played with the rubber band around your wrist was probably showing you off.

,, Since when are you working here ?’’ You asked, as the perfume he was wearing took the smell of lotus and orchids, but it’s not like you complained.

,, Few days ago’’ He replied, cup in one hand, and his arm around your shoulders.

,, Why ?’’ You asked curiously.

,, I know the owner of this shop, so he begged me to come here, and honestly the pay is much better.’’ He admitted, taping your shoulder with his hand every now and then. ,, Also, the atmosphere here is much better, it’s not as stressful’’ he added.

,, How do you mean stressful?’’ You asked once again, enjoying the warmth of his body so close to you, and the taste of the coffee he bought you.

,, Well, I couldn’t take a 15 minutes break or a day off. Too many costumers and the boss was a money thirsty Whore’’ he answered, as he took a sip of his cold brew. You wanted to ask him why doesn’t he open his own studio, but you didn’t want him to know that you’re stalking his page sometimes.

,, Anyway, you came here for a reason? Tattoo or piercing ?’’ He asked casually, looking at you.

,, Yeah, i wanted to get a new tattoo for a long time now.’’ You shared. ,, But somehow I always found a reason not to come in and ask for an appointment’’ you added, placing the cup on the small table again.

,, Well, I’m glad you didn’t ask before’’ Dabi confessed. ,, Do you have any ideas ?’’ He added. Nodding your head, you took your phone and found the small Sketches you made. The first one was cherry blossom flower and tulip tied together with a small bow, and the second one was simply your favourite word with the meaning you love so much.

,, What size do you want it ?’’ He asked, taking your phone away from you as he zoomed in, to take a better look of the flowers.

,, I don’t know, not too big and not too small’’ you replied, trying to show him the size with your fingers.

,, Wanna do it now ? ‘’ he asked, rising his brow at you. Shoving all the thoughts away, you nodded your head. You don’t get a chance like this every day.

,, Great. Mind if I correct the sketches a little bit ?’’ He asked, as he stood up.

,, Not at all’’ you smiled, as he took his stencil paper and everything else he needs. He told you to send the illustration you did on his instagram, thankfully he told you his username, so you didn’t have to act around.

It took him around 10 minutes to fix it and do all the work, and for you those 10 minutes never passed as fast. You were absorbing every movement from him. The way he was concentrated, the way he ruffed his white hair. The way he did simply anything made you feel some way.

,, Done’’ he said. ,, Come here doll’’ Dabi added, waving his hand as he gave you a sign to move your ass. Standing up, you slowly made your way towards him, standing behind him as he showed you the final design. He didn’t change much, adding just a litte touch up, as one more tulip and so on.

The fact that you will have a tattoo designed by both of you made your heart skip a bit. Dabi wasn’t just anyone in your life, so for you the tattoo had even bigger meaning now that he also added his own work.

,,Let’s go’’ he said happily, As he collected the papers, leading the way in one small room in the back.

The flower design was on your right hand, and the word between your collarbones. Once the stencil dried out, you laid down, placing your hand on a black holder, making it easier for him to get his work done.

You didn’t know what had your attention more, the feeling of the needle stabbing trough your skin, or the feeling of his hand holding your arm still. Even tho he had gloves, it felt like his touch was burning you alive. the concentrated look on his face, and the way he asked you if everything is alright or if you need a break, it made you thankful that you were laying down, because you were more than sure that your legs would give up on you.

,, I didn’t think you would have such a high pain tolerance’’ Dabi said, cleaning up the ink.

,, I don’t know, I find the feeling of that needle kinda enjoyable’’ you admitted, focused on him and the way he did his work. Small oh escaped his lips, as he smirked.

,, Did you watch YOU?’’ Dabi asked casually about the popular Netflix drama.

,, No, why ? I heard that it’s good’’ You said, taking a deep breath as he worked on one long line, making it more painful a bit.

,, Oh please, I thought it was good until the first episode’’ He muttered, making you laugh.

Once the tattoo was done, Dabi moved to the second one immediately. Since the tattoo was on your chest, he had to get much closer to you. Once he placed his hand beside the tattoo, the butterflies in your stomach went crazy.

The tension between the two of you was getting heavier every second, and the two of you were giving your best to ignore it. Instead of focusing on him, you were looking up in the ceiling, following the thin LED strip that was placed on the edges.

Feeling his breath so close to your skin, made you close your eyes, trying to think on anything else.

,,One second, I gotta change angles for the left side of the piece’’ Dabi said, leaning more over you than before. Thankfully the tattoo was small, so it wouldn’t take much time till he’s done.

,,This wouldn’t be the first time you’ve been under me like this’’ He whispered, loud enough for you to hear. The moment he said those words, you froze. You weren’t sure if he actually knew what he was doing to you.

After he said that, every moment he did was even more intense for you than it was before. The needle you once felt a bit, was unnoticeable now, and the only thing you felt on your skin was his hot breath.

Once the tattoos were done, you felt like the breath that was stuck in your throat was finally freed. The moment he moved away from you, you didn’t know if you already miss his touch and the weight of his body on yours or if you were glad it was done.

,,It’s stunning’’ you commented honestly. The lines were clear and think and the small details were just perfect.

,, I’m glad you like it’’ he smiled. ,, Mind if I take a pic ?’’ He asked, already having a phone in his right hand. Nodding your head, you let him touch you once more, placing your arm in perfect position as he snapped few photos of it.

Once the two of you were again in the waiting room, you took your wallet, asking him how much the tattoos are.

,, oh baby, put that wallet away, this was on me’’ he said, once again placing one arm around your shoulders.

That day, Touya Todoroki once again occupied your mind, the only thing you could think of were his words. This wouldn’t be the first time you’ve been under me like this. These words made you zoom out of the reality as they threw you back in that leather chair. Every time you would think of it, you would find yourself again in that shop, your body under his as he tattooed you.

The following days weren’t anything better, the only thing that was on your mind was him, his touch and nothing else. The memories you hid somewhere deep in your mind, were jumping back one by one, and you couldn’t stop them.

Deciding to take a small walk instead of driving home with the subway, the music on your phone stopped, as you felt it vibrate. Taking it out of your pocket, you saw a familiar name on the screen. Kiri’s face popped up on the small screen of your phone, giving you one huge smile.

,, What do you need ? Mom and dad didn’t give you enough money again?’’ You teased, since every time your little bro needed something, you were the first person he would call.

,, Shut up, you have to see my new room’’ he said all excited. In that moment you face slapped yourself mentally. You were so busy thinking about Touya, that you forgot that your little brother was finally moving out of your parents house.

Kiri was showing you the extremely small and overpriced room. You told him million times how he should search more and wait until he finds a suitable apartment for himself, but since all his friends already moved out, he had to do it too.

,, Bro, Harry Potter had more space than you’’ you smiled, looking at the toilet looking room, with nothing else but walls and one bed.

,, Oh shut up, it’s just enough for me’’ he rolled his eyes. The room was small, but you could find ways to decorate it so he would have more space in it. After all, most of the apartments in the city he moved in were almost the same as his one.

,, At least you can’t fall out of bed’’ you laughed, and instead of having a reply, he just hang up on you, which made you laugh even louder, looking like a maniac on wide sidewalk.

Being a good sister was hard for you, you tried to be a best version of yourself, to show your brother that he can actually learn from you and lean on you. There were billion of moments where you were hurt, but you tried to hide that in front of him, trying to teach him the best way how to deal with damage other people can bring you.

Scrolling your instagram, you walked slowly, giving yourself a little bit time to breath in the nice weather. It took you some time to realise that you got a little notification popping up, from no one else than your childhood best friend Dabi.

From DAB1,, Wanna grab some coffee ?’’

The small text you got from him wasn’t something you expected. You also didn’t expect to see the small red dot beside the Heart, showing you how he actually also followed you. Confused yet happy, you replied immediately.

To DAB1: ,, Sure. When and where ?’’

The message you sent him was opened the same second you sent it, giving you the impression that he didn’t even close your chat. It looked like he was waiting for your reply.

From DAB1: ,, Now, in Tamaris’’

Did he know that Tamaris was the cafe you usually spent your time in or was it just a coincidence? Was that also his favourite cafe ? If so, how come you never saw him there ? All those questions were in your silly little head, as you turned around rushing to the small cafe.

Every step you took felt heavier than anything else on this planet. Were you still so deeply in love with Touya ? If not, why did you feel so uneasy with ever second, why did you feel so nervous with every meter that was bringing you closer to him?

And there he was, sitting on the small terrace, one cigarette in his hand, cup of cold brew on the table, and his phone in his other hand. Some girls that were sitting near were giggling around, trying to get his attention. Yet he showed no interest, acting as if they don’t exist.

,,Hi’’ you greeted him, giving him one soft smile. Standing up, he hugged you comfortably, holding you in his embrace for a few long seconds before letting you go. If stares could kill, you would be long dead. The two girls that were checking him out few minutes ago were ready to throw hands. But who gives a fuck? You sure don’t.

,, Your usual coffee?’’ Dabi asked, as he forced you to sit down, insisting on getting drinks for you.

,, Yes’’ You nodded your head. ,,Actually, I think I’ll have wine tonight’’ you changed your mind fast. Touya made a surprised face before he made his way to the bartender to order the drinks.

It was nice spending time with him again, especially now that both of you were mature. Now that you could see some stuff differently than before.

It’s not like you were obsessing over him. You had boyfriends. You had your up and down’s. But there was something about your relationship with Touya that made him so memorisable. Even if you wanted, you simply could never erase him from your mind.

A part of him would always be with you, friends or not.

The two of you had the same Humor, and same interests, same taste in music, similar style. The two of you were so similar, yet so different.

,,Those girls are lowkey flirting with you’’ you nodded your head toward’s their direction, as you sipped on your wine. The girl was giving her best to look attractive as she tried to wink at him. Touya nodded his head, saying how he noticed. Things like that happen daily in his life, so one girl like this wasn’t anything new to him.

As she was winking, the glued fake eyelash betrayed her as one side of it was hanging. The two of you tried to ignore it, but the way she was looking at him made it all worst and the fact that her friend simply let her embarrass herself didn’t make it any better.

,, Oh God, this was terrible’’ Touya gasped once the girls paid their drinks leaving the small cafe.

,, The eyelash was a paid actor’’ You said giggling as you looked at the girls one last time. Taking one cigarette out of the package, he laughed lightly.

,, Are your parents still living in the same house ?’’ Touya asked randomly.

,, Yes, but the neighbourhood completely changed. ‘’ you answered.

,, Oh, I still remember your room. We used to play Spider-Man there’’ Touya laughed. Every time he would visit you, he had to exclaim how much your room ugly is. It was too girly for his taste.

,, Didn’t we play Spider-Man in your house back then?’’ You asked confused.

,, We played Spider-Man everywhere’’ he replied making you laugh. The small flashbacks you had made you laugh even more. The way the two of you used to play was simply so silly, yet so cute. He used to be Spider-Man while you would be his Mary Jane.

,,Oh do you remember Twice ?’’ Dabi asked excitedly.

,, Twice ?’’ You asked him back a little confused.

,, Yes, that’s how we all called him’’ He stated, puffing on his cigarette. For a second you got lost looking at him. For some reason he looked just so beautiful with a cigarette between his lips.

,, That name is telling me something’’ Trying to remember, you looked away from him, since you couldn’t focus fully.

,, The guy that always looked so fancy, always had so much more toys then rest of us’’ he added hoping you’ll finally remember.

,,OHH I knowww! ‘’ You screamed. How could you forget Twice. Even tho he was a little selfish, he always gave you his toys when you played alone. ,, He looked like he payed his bills already’’ you added jokingly, making Touya laugh loudly.

,,True, he had no business lookin like that’’ Touya said laughing

The two of you had few glasses, you weren’t sure if the wine was simply that amazing, or it just tastes divine because Touya was there with you. It was weird how just one person can make everything seem so much more beautiful. It felt like everything was better with him.

,, Doll, you have any piercings ?’’ He asked.

,, Not really, but I wanted to get one for a long time now’’ you replied, and looking at his face expressions you knew wehre it’s leading. There was no need for him to say anything, he stood up, and you followed him immediately like a lost puppy. And it was just as you thought, holding your hand, he was leading the way toward the small Tattoo studio across the street. He unlocked the door, not turning the lights on, the two of you made your way toward the small room in the back.

Once again you found yourself sitting on the black leather lounger, only to not know what was waiting for you this time. You asked yourself many times, how is it possible that you were enjoying the feeling of needle when it came to tattooing, yet now that you were about to get a piercing you felt your hands sweating so much. Maybe the thought about the needle literally making a hole into you terrified you.

,, You scared doll?’’ Touya asked noticing how nervous you are.

,, A little bit, yes’’ you admitted, there was no need to act all brave and lie.

,, Don’t worry, this pain is just temporary. Few seconds and it goes away’’ he comforted you, as he prepared the needle. You weren’t sure what he had planned and yet you trusted him fully.

,, Tongue out’’ was all he said as he placed all the prepared stuff on the small table beside you. You did as he said, holding the edges of the lounger. Touya sat in front of you, taking some of his stuff to clean your tongue.

,, Don’t close your mouth doll’’ he commanded, as he was about to spray it with some liquid, stopping himself in a moment as he realised that he forgot the small marking pen.

It didn’t take him so long to find it, yet it was just enough time for you to start drooling with your tongue out. You tried to mumble his name out, to give him a sign that you need a napkin, but you failed miserably. Touya’s dick twitched inside his pants once he turned around and saw you all confused with your own saliva dripping down your chin.

Sitting in front of you once again, he gave himself the right to take a good look of you like that. Your tongue was still out as he grabbed your chin with his hand moving your face a bit to the side, wanting to mark the perfect spot on your tongue. You couldn’t notice that his eyes got darker, you couldn’t notice the small yet so big difference in his look. The only thing you could notice was the saliva that was dropping down, making you blush because of the embarrassment.

Touya couldn’t hold it anymore, placing the pen to the side, his grip on your chin grew stronger as he turned your face to the side, forcing you to face him like that. Touya looked at your whole face firstly, absorbing every bit of you. His eyes traveled from your lips to your eyes slowly. You weren’t really sure what was going on, but with his hand around your chin, and your saliva over his hand, you almost realised that the position you two were in, was way too erotic.

So lost in his touch, you didn’t even realise that Touya didn’t wear any gloves. He played with the saliva before he put two of his fingers in your mouth. Suck was all that he said. Without thinking twice you did exactly what he asked you to. Closing your eyes, you closed your mouth, your lips hiding his fingers softly, as you moved your tongue slowly around.

You were so turned on by him that you couldn’t feel any shame. If it was someone else, you would probably send him to hell. But not him, not your Touya.

,, Good girl’’ Touya praised you, his eyes half closed as he gave his best not to rip your clothes apart and fuck you there without any foreplay.

Pulling his fingers out of your mouth, he cupped your face with his hands, as he connected his lips with your own and oh god, how you felt in that moment. His lips were softer than you could remember, it felt like they were made for only you and nothing else.

Pecking your lips few times, Touya was taking his time with you, enjoying every second. Oh how much he missed you, how much he missed your gentle touches.

The piercing you were about to get was long forgotten, once he started placing soft kisses around your jaw towards your neck. Softly sucking it and biting it, all you could do is tilt your head to the side and give him more space to cover with the love bites.

Touya slowly started pushing you down onto the lounger, hovering over your body as his right hand found it’s way under your shirt, pushing your bra up immediately playing with your left nipple. Pinching and twisting it gently. His hand moves slowly down your body, lifting up your skirt, his fingers twist around the waistband of your underwear, playing with it.

You didn‘t know if you should focus on his hands or his soft lips abusing your neck. A quiet moan escaped your lips as you placed your hand on his shoulders. The moment you moaned, you could feel him smirk. You felt him harden in his jeans, as he pushed harder against your hips, still playing around with your panties.

,,Doll, are you sure about that‘‘ Toyua asks in between the kisses, laughing a little once he realises that you ain’t even able to talk properly, only nodding your head.

,, I‘m going to do whatever i want to you‘‘ he warned, looking you directly in the eyes. Once again you nod your head desperately, not able to find any words at all. Not wasting any time, he pushed your underwear to the side, chuckling lowly as his eyes got a shade darker than before.

,, You‘re so drenched‘‘ He said, slowly tracing his middle finger between your lips and over your clit. Just the sight of you with your skirt up and panties pushed to the side was driving him crazy. He was growing impatient, not wanting to undress you anymore at all. All he wanted was to be inside of you already.

You closed your eyes once you felt his finger entering you slowly. Touya was looking down, as he slowly started moving his finger in and out of you. Lost in the moment, you tried to lean back onto something, almost falling down from all the pleasure he was giving you. Adding another finger, it felt a little more painful, but still pleasurable.

His moves were slow, yet rhythmical, moving just in a way that made you feel like you‘re lost in his touch, rubbing every part of your insides just perfectly.

Touya suddenly stopped his movements, placing soft kisses on your stomach, going all the way down your tights. The way he looked at you, his head between your tights almost made you cum. You whimpered pathetically once you felt Touya‘s tongue run up along your tight to your throbbing pussy. You couldn’t help but grab his head when you felt him groan. Touya closed his eyes in pleasure once he tasted you, grabbing your legs and keeping you in place, once you started moving around. He moved his tongue, teasing your clit, lapping at your juices as you moan and cry out, desperately wanting to move.

,,Fuck‘‘ you whimper. Touya groans once again sending another round of vibrations through your whole body. It’s like he noticed that your were getting closer, as he stared to eat you out more aggressively. It felt like he simply knew your body, like he knew how to set you off. It felt like he studied you. Touya is looking you, his dick getting harder as you moan loudly, not giving a shit that you are in a semi public place.

You didn’t even try to keep your moans to yourself the moment he brings you to the release, grabbing his hair, now thankful that he was holding your tights in place, since you were pushing them together unintentionally. Pushing your hips up from all the pleasure, Touya chases after you with his lip, making you whimper as he seeks out to stimulate you, smirking widely as you let him do it.

Grabbing onto the edges of the seat, you placed your left hand over your mouth once you feel him teasing your entrance with his middle finger again.

,,Such a good girl for me‘‘ Touya commented, slowly standing up and kissing you softly. Searching for any sign of a discomfort, he pushes his middle finger once again inside you.

,,Touya please‘‘ you found yourself begging for him desperately. ,, I want you to fuck me‘‘ you added breathless and shameless.

,,Oh believe me doll, I‘m going to‘‘ Touya promises. He is looking at you as he moved his fingers slowly, admiring the way you look as you enjoy the feeling of his fingers moving inside you. His gaze is intense, making you feel naked even tho you‘re fully clothed.

Moving you around, he forcefully pushed your body down the lounger. Placing your hands down, you looked back, trying to see what is going on, only to find Touya with his jeans and boxers down, rubbing his cock slowly with his right hand, as he held your panties to the side with his left one.

In that Moment, you wished you could take a picture of him like that. He looked like a fucking sex god.

All the thoughts you had went away, once you felt his head on your entrance. He is holding your hips steadily, as he teased your wet entrances, moving his head around it. You felt all the nerves hit you, as you felt him push his dick inch by inch inside you, slowly opening you up, leaving a slight and sharp string.

You whimper, as he hits a spot inside you. Staying still inside you as he let you adjust his size.

,, You okay doll?‘‘ Touya asks, rubbing your hips slowly, giving you a little comfort you needed. Your head was hanging low, as you were bent down over the lounger. Once you gave him a sign that you are okay, he slowly stated moving, watching how his dick disappears inside you over and over again.

The sound of slapping skin and you moaning his name all over again was taking over his senses. Slowly, he started increasing his speed, grabbing your hair and binding it into a makeshift ponytail as he yanks your head back, and pushing your head behind. The way you were moaning so shamelessly, was telling him that you were feeling good.

Roaming into you, he started biting and sucking onto your neck again. He wanted everyone to know that you are taken. His thrusts were sharp, hitting that spot inside just effortlessly.

,, Oh Fuck Toyua‘‘ you moaned loudly, and hearing you loud enough sets him over the edge. Feeling your tight walls clench around him, he sped up. The way your walls tightened around his dick made him go insane, snapping his hips against your own at animalistic pace. Touya pushed your head and chest foreword against the leather lounger.

,,Oh my god‘‘ you look dazed, but you still moan shamelessly when he hits that spot. You tried to push yourself up unknowingly, driven crazy by his dick, but Touya is having none of that, pushing your chest down the lounger once again as his pace increases.

,,Gotta make sure you’re nice and bred’‘ Touya breaths out. Feeling your pussy Puls around his dick and hearing you moan his name as you creamed all over his dick, he closed his eyes, snapping his hips few more times, holding you down even stronger as he spills his seed inside you with a moan.

Touya moved his hips few more times, fucking his cum deeper into you, before he collapsed on top of you, both of you catching your breath. Being on top of you, Touya turned your head to the side, giving you a soft kiss.

All fucked up like that, you found yourself thinking of what‘s about to happen next? Will the two of you go back on almost not knowing each other again? Will you continue with what’s going on? Will you run away again?

Noticing your confused expression, Touya snapped his hips against your again, making your body twitch form all the overstimulation.

,, Just so you know doll‘‘ he breath out. ,, This time you ain’t going anywhere‘‘ he whispered, snapping his hips once again as he connected his lips with yours.

,, Like i wanted to‘‘ you kissed him back, feeling him smile into the kiss.