#i forgot how old this ask was but i received it a good while ago

[umahumahumah]

Can you rate all hetalia ships and your fav

I'll try. Let's go alphabetical order!

America/Australia: 0/10

It feels incestuous. I do find it funny how apparently Australia, someone clearly younger than America, is apparently in his 20's while the latter is 19.

America/Austria: 5/10

I think the fun part about this ship is how America has the potential to annoy Austria so much. Still, I can't really see the appeal.

America/Belarus: 5/10

I like the concept of this ship because both characters have contrasting personalities and are on opposing sides! I'm a sucker for that type of thing, which is kind of surprising that this ship doesn't compell me too much. At least not enough to make content of them.

America/Belgium: 6/10

I think America would really like Belgium's waffles, that fatass...

America/Bulgaria: 5/10

Clearly Bulgaria has dedicated his heart to one man and one man only. I don't see any chemistry between him and America... Actually maybe a little. I like the dynamic between normie and pathetic loser. Though I think if Bulgaria is not with Romania he would kill himself

America/Cameroon: 4/10

I think America would take a liking to Cameroon due to their shared interests in sports, but Cameroon feels way too mature to take any of America's tomfoolery.

America/Canada: 0/10

Blatantly incest.

America/China: 8/10

It feels like an alternate version of RusAme, with one side clearly maturer than the other. Though tbh I think the fun of this ship would be seeing how long it takes for America to break China

(+1 Point for that Wash My Belly Dude! Roblox game)

America/Croatia: 6/10

I think I made fanart of this ship once. I never finished it and it's on my dead phone, so... From the very minor appearance Croatia made in the entirety of Hetalia's existence, he seems like a very lethargic character, a great contrast to America's personality. Unfortunately, since Croatia is less than bare bones, I can't rank it any higher. If he was developed more I could easily ship him with America.

America/Cuba: 7/10

Cuba has a very strong hatred for America, doesn't he? Though whether America reciprocates that hatred or not is up to question. Considering his other rivalries though, America is probably very dismissive or unaware about Cuba's hatred. Whether it is reciprocated or not, I love a good ol' rivalry!

America/Cyprus: 3/10

I guess there's nothing bad about it, but what can I say about this? Cyprus would probably be scared of America or at least uncomfortable with his presence.

America/Czechia: 6/10

Anything to cuck Slovakia.

America/Denmark: 7/10

I think these two would be a very chaotic duo! They'd get into all sorts of shenanigans and probably plant a stink bomb somewhere in the meeting room. Them in a romantic context doesn't compell me, but they seem like they'd be good friends.

America/Ecuador: 6/10

There's nothing wrong with it, but I can't say much about it since Ecuador's barely a character. I can imagine them being good friends though.

America/Egypt: 6/10

There's something interesting about the dynamic of someone who doesn't talk and someone who doesn't know how to shut up.

America/England: -100000000/10

We got to USUK.... Honestly man I don't think I can describe the absolute HATE BONER I have for this ship. Reading the world itself feels like a walk through the fiery coals that make up the ground of hell. The ship is a bastardization of the characters involved and I am glad that it is finally dying out. Putting aside the incestuous and pedophilic undertones, most USUK content I've seen heavily mischaracterize America and England. I could probably replace the two characters with Generic Yaoi Couple™ and nobody would be able to tell the difference!!!!

America/Estonia: 0/10

No idea why but Himaruya made Estonia 17... I know ages are almost obsolete in Hetalia nowadays but maaan still

America/Finland: 1/10

Honestly I've always imagined Finland acting more like a father figure to America than anything romantic.

America/France: 0/10

Incest.

America/Germany: 7/10

Couples with one wild party and one that keeps them in check are always fun!

America/Greece: 3/10

Honestly I'd feel bad for Greece if he has to deal with America all the time. Let him nap pls

America/Hong Kong: 0/10

Hong Kong is 16-17

America/Hungary: 3/10

I think she'd just be trying her hardest trying to set him up with Austria instead.

America/Iceland: 0/10

Iceland is 16-17.

America/India: 4/10

I think I see potential in this ship. The two are both described as pretty wild characters, with India still being pretty mature. I see America instigating India to act more upon his wild side. But honestly I don't know much about India to actually determine what the nature of their relationship would be like.

America/Indonesia: 6/10

Again, I see potential. I think these two might be cute together, but I can't really get invested in it.

America/Ireland: 7/10

I think America and Ireland would be really close considering the history of Irish immigrants in America. Maybe they could've lived with each other at some point? Considering there were a lot of Irish immigrants to the country back then....

America/Italy: 7/10

It sounds pretty fun! I like both characters, I think a relationship with each other is enjoyable. Dumb + dumb stick together!

America/Japan: 9/10

I think America and Japan have a pretty wholesome relationship, I really like them together. Their dynamic also interests me with it being extrovert x introvert. Also also cultural exchanges between the two are always fun

America/Korea: 0/10

Korea is 15-16

America/Latvia: 0/10

Latvia is 15

America/Liechtenstein: 0/10

Liechtenstein feels too young.

America/Lithuania: 5/10

Ehhh, I think it's fine. Most of the content I've seen of Ameliet falls into the pitfalls of typical yaoi tropes and I can't really get into it. It seems homey though so extra point.

America/Luxembourg: 0/10

Luxembourg is under 18... Apparently? I'm not sure where this age came from but I got it from the wiki.

America/Macau: 4/10

Ehhhh.... I guess it's fine. + Extra points for gambling

America/Malaysia: 5/10

This ship seems fun. Malaysia kun is such a cute character and he would have very funny interactions with America, I like imagining the latter helping him build his confidence.

America/Moldova: 0/10

Bruh

America/Monaco: 0/10

Monaco is under 18.

America/Netherlands: 2/10

I don't know, doesn't seem that interesting to me.

America/New Zealand: 0/10

Feels kind of incestuous but idk

America/Norway: 1/10

It's not bad but I'm not that invested in Norway.

America/Philippines: 0/10

There's a dynamic between them I built in my head that makes it hard to put them in a relationship...

America/Poland: 6/10

Dense Character x Cheeky Character? I wonder how long it'll take for either party to become annoyed.

America/Prussia: 0/10

While I think a ship between two characters with both of their personalities would be cute, it's important to note that Prussia was America's mentor during the American revolution. So it just kinda feels weird tbh....

America/Romania: 3/10

It's fine, I could see how it may interest some people but ultimately I don't really care about it.

America/Romano: 2/10

I think it's fine but explosive tsunderes aren't really my cup of tea anymore, I've grown out of that phase :( a platonic relationship between them would be fun though.

America/Russia: 9/10

OTP!!! Honestly though I've gotten quite bored of it, but I especially like this ship because America and Russia are my favourite characters in Hetalia.

America/Seychelles: 0/10

I think Seychelles is underaged... Idk

America/Singapore: 0/10

Singapore is under 18, I guess.

America/Slovakia: 2/10

I don't think Slovakia is able to be with anyone other than Czechia.

America/Spain: 5/10

It seems interesting! I see potential in it but I can't really bring myself to ship it.

America/Sweden: 1/10

Same as Finland, for some reason Sweden/Finland and America have been depicted in a lot of parental relationships in the fandom. Can't unseen it tbh.

America/Switzerland: 2/10

I think it could be interesting, but I really can't see these two work at all.

America/Taiwan: 0/10

Pretty sure Taiwan's underaged + shipping her with a guy feels wrong.

America/Thailand: 3/10

These two could be interesting together, but ultimately... ?idk

America/Turkey: 3/10

Don't see any romance between them but I think these guys would be pretty epic drinking buddies.

America/Ukraine: 2/10

I'm gonna be tbh guys I don't think Ukraine will be able to handle a manchild like America, then again, I don't think anybody can handle America.

America/Vietnam: 2/10

Idk most of the content I've seen of this ship involves Vietnam War stuff and sometimes it does feel a little messed up but... I do think that if I researched more about it it could be more interesting

[etfrin]

❝ꜱᴏᴜʟꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴄʀᴜꜱʜ❞ — chapter twenty | coriolanus snow

「ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ:」 NSFW | canon typical violence, cunnilingus, Coriolanus Snow, cumming untouched | lmk if I forgot anything

「ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ:」 young! Coriolanus Snow x fem! Reader

「ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ:」 Coriolanus Snow gets punished and then he gets himself a reward

「ᴀ/ɴ:」 so here's another update guys! I hope y'all will like it! Thank you!

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Coriolanus didn't know what to expect from you. You were beyond his logic. He liked that about you, but he couldn't help but get paranoid because of it. So many truths were revealed yesterday. His love for you confessed shamelessly, horribly. He had expected it to be romantic, it was raw and monstrous.

Not a tale they could tell their future children.

But it was on brand for them, he knew. He couldn't expect anything less. Snow already felt himself going half insane with the punishment you said you'd give him. He couldn't bear guessing, knowing that you'd prove him wrong anyway.

Then he realized… you hadn't spoken a word to him since this morning. Not a word, not a single glance, nothing… Much like his reaction when he saw you yesterday. His face was blank, he kept quiet until he was alone with you.

Was the punishment silent treatment?

Huh… it's not the worst.

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He lied.

It was much, much, worse. Coriolanus Snow wasn't a jealous man. He simply thought that some people were worthy of more, and he is those people. And therefore, only he is worthy of the teasing smile you were giving to some of the Peacekeepers! They were worthless. You have his name carved on your skin, he was disgusted by the expression you were giving them.

Maybe, he was overreacting, but he saw no need to be this friendly with them. However, he knew a logical sense that being on their good side especially while staying in the district is important. That doesn't mean you have to smile at them, pay attention to them, and converse with them!

You were driving him insane.

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Sejanus was getting attention from you, but not him? This wasn't punishment any longer, it was torture. Sejanus asked you about why you didn't reply to his letters. It wasn't a lie when you said you didn't receive them. And Sejanus believed you easily enough, his attention more directed in showing his gratefulness when you pulled out some of his old books.

Your ma gave them to me, you had said.

Coriolanus believed it. He wondered if Tigris gave anything of his to you, he wondered if you were still connected to his family the way you were with Sejanus.

Coriolanus Snow wanted you to be a part of his family, he wanted you to be closer to his grandma’am than Sejanus Ma.

He revisited the letters from Tigris, and there wasn't a single mention of you. But he had found out they had lost the damn penthouse, however they had enough for food and other necessities through Tigris. It was thanks to the small business she had managed to stand up after she had designed clothes for you.

He didn't try to suppress the guilt he felt as he found out about this right now when it was addressed weeks ago. Coriolanus slowly but surely replied to each letter of Tigris individually. It took all night, but Tigris was family. She didn't abandon him and Coriolanus will be damned before he does the same.

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Coriolanus' jaw was bruised from the punch he had taken. It wasn't his fault, really, getting into a fight with his fellow Peacekeepers. He was frustrated, he wondered just how long you'd keep this stupid, childish behavior up.

He punched back, and he was sure that he had broken the jaw of his opponent. He built up much-needed strength after being here for months after all. It was a silly fight. The boys were talking about you. It was typical of men, but with how quickly the words turned crude he didn't tolerate another word.

He was quick to punch the man that started it and surprisingly Sejanus didn't play the mediator for once. The Plinth boy joined in, helping Sejanus beat up the man. They both got a punishment from Commander Hoff.

It was worth it.

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Coriolanus couldn't take it anymore. It had been days. Specifically, 96 hours to be exact. Not that he was counting or anything. He marched you to your room, he even knocked.

He received no answer. He lets out a sigh, knocking till his knuckles hurt. “Come on,” he said, knowing you will be able to hear his voice. “Open the door,” he commanded.

You didn't open the door.

“Open the door,” he said, his tone softer.

Nothing. He couldn't hear anything from your side either.

Then he lets out a shaky breath, his palm pressed on the wood. “Please, please, please,” he begs, his voice low, “please, please…”

Nothing.

Finally, he tried the doorknob, ignoring the sting of tears in his eyes. He was breaking down, and the room was empty. You weren't even here.

He may or may not have cried.

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After Coriolanus had showered, he learned that you and Sejanus were at The Hob. The Peacekeepers were given the day off, and while he spent it crying inside of your room, you were having fun. That's fucking enough.

Snow couldn't take it anymore.

When he went there, he could see Lucy Gray and several others performing a song. Another day, he would enjoy it, but it was different because he couldn't find you in the crowd and he grew agitated.

His eyes were red, his jaw bruised purple-blue. It hurt, even after the cold shower. But it didn't matter. He will have you look at him tonight. He will have you speak to him. The world be damned. Coriolanus is much more fucking significant.

Wasn't he?

Coryo pushes through the crowd to find himself at the corner of the warehouse The Hob was in. He stopped as he saw you leaning on the wall. You weren't alone. But you weren't with Sejanus or any other Peacekeepers.

You were with Billy Taupe, Lucy Gray's infamous ex and the boyfriend of the mayor's daughter.

You were smiling at him, both of you were so incredibly close to each other that Coriolanus wanted to tear distance between the both of you. Coriolanus could hear the thump of his heartbeat, every other sound quiet in his mind as he walked towards the both of you.

He catches you and he sees your lips form a smirk, as you pull Billy Taupe closer. And closer. Oh, fuck no. He reaches at the right time, pulling him off you and pinning him to a wall.

“That's my girl, motherfucker,” he growls.

He throws the boy on the floor, gathering the attention of several around him. Snow didn't care, he was seeing red. He was beyond pissed. He was seething. He vaguely noticed that the music had stopped as he straddled Billy Taupe, pinning him to the ground with his hand on the shoulder. He used his free hand to repeat punches, again and again until his knuckles were more red than anything.

Coriolanus could hear the screaming of Billy. He heard the cries of Maudy Ivory; he heard the plea in Sejanus' voice as he begged him to stop. Sejanus and a few others tried but couldn't get him off, he was feral. He was going to kill Billy Taupe. He was going to enjoy it.

“Coryo, stop.”

He stills. Of course, he does.

Anything for his love.

“Get off.”

He obeys, his chest rising up and down as he turns towards you. He offered you his hand, not caring that blood was dripping off of it. You take it, intertwining his fingers with yours. Smearing the blood on your skin, taking half the blame for it in the metaphorical sense. Coriolanus was glad he wasn't alone anymore.

He couldn't survive being alone.

You take the lead as both of you walk away from the scene. None of the spectators dare to stop you. Coriolanus and you walk, it's dark and no one can see as tears fall from his eyes again. The saltiness in the air could easily be mistaken that it is due to the blood.

If you hear him sniff, you don't say anything. He is grateful for that. Soon, both of you reach the room you were staying in. You walk in, still holding Snow's hand. Coriolanus follows you without a question.

He lets go of your hand. He gets on both of his knees, he gasps, more tears falling from his eyes. He looks up at you and sees you looking down at him. The only light was from the moon coming through the window in the corner. You were being showered in it.

“Never again,” he whispered, his voice raspy.

More tears fall. He can't help it. He's so overwhelmed by the anger of what you did and the attention you were finally giving him.

“Never again what?” You demanded.

He tries to swallow his pride away. Besides you, it was the only thing he had left. He can't do it. He can't so he looks away. What was he supposed to say? ‘I'll never misbehave?’ He wasn't a dog in training. He's not supposed to bark when you ask him. Yet he was. It was humiliating being stripped like this. And you didn't even ask for it, he volunteered because there was no other choice.

“Tell me what you won't do again. You'll never punch Billy? You'll never choke me? You'll never kiss another girl?”

No, no, and yes.

“I wo- won't ever kiss anyone except you.”

“Good…” You clearly expected a sorry but Coriolanus couldn't give it to you. ‘Just forgive me,’ he wanted to yell. Instead, he gets up and walks towards your table. He opened the drawer to take out a knife. The same knife he had used to carve his initials on your skin.

“Not today,” you said before he could press the sharp edge on his skin.

“Why?” He said shocked, more tears burned his eyes. Wasn't he forgiven? Wasn't this enough?

“Just…” you walked towards him, pressing him onto the wood and taking the knife from his hand. You place it on the table before your hand gently holds his jaw. You tilt his head to look at the bruise on his face. “You're hurt enough for today.”

“Then give me something else,” he said.

“What?”

“Your taste.”

It took you a moment to understand what he meant. When you did, your eyes went wide and your breaths fastened. He certainly enjoyed the reaction that meant a yes. He still waited for a verbal answer before he took any action.

“Okay,” you whispered.

He quickly switches places with you before he guides you to the bed and makes you sit down on it. You follow his lead. Coriolanus gets on his knees again. This time to make you scream his name.

He takes off your black stockings with great care. Make sure not to cause an accidental tear on the delicate fabric. He even takes off your heels. You raise your hips so your skirt and panties can slide down past your legs and onto the floor.

He breathes in much-needed air to calm his heartbreak as he takes in the view in front of him. He dreamed of this for so many nights that it didn't feel real. He parts your legs with his hands, creating space between your thighs. He leans in, caging himself. If he dies from suffocation, then he dies happy.

He felt your hand on his buzzcut, your nails gently scratching his scalp. He lets out a whine, his nose pressed to your thigh. He breathes in the scent of your arousal and lets out a groan. Coriolanus could feel his pants getting tight.

Snow closes the gap between your wet pussy and his tongue with a slow, languid lick. You moan above him, already sensitive. He sees your cunt clenching around nothing. He sharpened his tongue and pressed the tip to your leaking slit. Up, and down he moves the wet muscle, his tongue sliding inside of you and you encourage this action with your thighs tightening around his head.

He digs into his meal, letting his tongue wander all over your sloppy, wet cunt with wonder. He moans as your juices coat his tongue. He loves the taste of you. He knew he would find himself addicted to this. He finds something like a bud as his tongue wanders. When he flicks it, you cry out of pleasure. So he lets his tongue work, his hands on your thighs, his nails digging into your flesh.

He flicks the pearl with the tip of his tongue again and again, until he knows it's swollen. Then he takes the bud in his mouth and sucks, it was too rough. He knew because you cried out, your hips pushing up and he had to press you down.

“Coryo!” You cry out and he lets your clit pop out of his mouth. He kisses the swollen, abused, and oversensitive bud before he returns attention to your folds. He broadly licks making sure to have all of your arousal on his tongue only, he didn't want to miss a single drop.

He snakes in a hand between your legs, his thumb finding your clit. He used his other hand to make sure your leg was spread wide and nice for him to feast. He pressed into the bud with the pad of his finger. The pressure gives you pure bliss in your veins. He feels your pussy clench again, oozing out more arousal. He licks it all up, his tongue fucking into your walls. His thumb begins to draw rough circles on your swollen clit. You whimper and whine.

The sounds are music to his ears. Quickly enough you begin to warn him, “Gonna cum, Coryo!” He only fastens his actions, getting rougher, sloppier and so much more needy to have you cum on his damn face. ‘Cum, cum, cum,’ he chants in his head, utterly and pathetically desperate for you.

You scream out his name, the coil in your tummy snapping as your pussy spasms and cum all over his face. His tongue slows down, leisurely tasting your release. You have to push him away when he doesn't stop and you could feel yourself getting tired. Your bones turn to jelly.

Coriolanus leans back, wiping his mouth. He looks down at his pants and frowns as he sees a wet spot on his pants. That explains the relief he felt. He had come inside of his pants. He doesn't let the embarrassment take him over. It was too dark to see anything after all.

He stands up and sees you all crossed-eyed. He grins, and he gently pats your cheek trying to get you to your senses. “Bye, dove,” he whispered with a smirk.

As he walks down the hallway he wonders who truly won this round.

After all, he was the one who got what he wanted and you gave it to him just like that.

NEXT PART

[joongernaut]

glitter

⇢ pairing(s): park seonghwa x reader

⇢ genres: childhood friends to almost strangers to lovers, SMUT, fluff, a little angst but literally just a smidge

⇢ warnings: tooth-rotting fluff (i could not help myself with this one), subby-ish seonghwa because we love desperate men around here, oral sex (fem receiving), vaginal sex, cowgirl, reader gets called 'noona' once, creampie (i simply forgot to write in a condom but practice safe sex everyone!)

⇢ word count: 3955

⇢ author's note: well this took a bit longer than expected but i was able to proofread and tie up the loose ends on this fic last night and now here we are! this is also my way of wiggling into writing for ateez more as they are one of my favorite groups 😁 also the song title is based off the song glitter by jamilah barry <3 enjoyyy

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“Did you know your little boyfriend is back in town?”

The question stopped you in mid-sip of your cup of tea as you peered over the rim of the mug at your roommate, Hongjoong. He peered back over his own mug with a little smirk on his face and a lift of his eyebrow.

Slowly bringing the mug down you let out a heavy sigh. “Oh, I’ve only heard the news about a hundred times. Kinda hard to forget, y’know,” You bit back with a sarcastic smile, “Also, he was never my boyfriend. Why does everyone keep saying that shit?”

“Hm, I really don't know,” Hongjoong said with a shrug, taking a drawn out sip from his coffee before speaking again, “It’s not like the guy followed you around like a lost puppy before and you let him. Honestly, I’m a little surprised you two didn't tie the knot right after high school, I was so sure you would be childhood sweethearts turned old, disgusting married couple.”

Hongjoong hissed as your foot kicked at his shin from under the table, glaring at him before you finally downed the contents of your mug. “God, you all are so annoying! First, my own family and now you? I don’t care if he’s in town, okay? We haven't talked in like 5 years and I highly doubt that I’d see him anyways. It’s whatever.” You said exasperatedly, chair scraping against the floor as you got up to place the empty mug into the kitchen sink.

“What if you do see him, though?” Hongjoong asked, the question once again catching you off guard. “What if he hasn't forgotten about you in the slightest in those years you two have spent apart?” He pressed on with a pointed look, watching your mouth open and close as you blinked over at him.

Park Seonghwa, from what you recalled years ago, was a very sweet boy.

You remember the first day you had met him, walking into your elementary homeroom class clinging to his mother with a thumb in his mouth and fat tears rolling down his face as he refused to let her go.

You were only 2 years older than him but still had felt the overwhelming need to protect him from any harm. And that's also how you two became close friends.

When Seonghwa would fall down and scrape his knee or elbow, you were there telling him not to cry while dusting him off and helping him get back up. When he wanted to be like the bigger kids, who were taller and strong enough to get on certain parts of the playground, you were there to encourage him and give him a boost. And when his eyes sparkled with curiosity, wanting to learn more about this and that as he gained new interests, you were there to talk and listen to him ramble on and on about anything and everything.

That Seonghwa was the one you hadn’t seen in years. You had been really good friends leading all the way up to high school and then slowly drifted apart during that time. Once college had begun, it was like he dropped off the face of the earth and you didn't hear from him for a while.

It wasn't like you to be stuck on anybody for too long, you watched many people come and go into your life before. But Seonghwa wasn't just anybody and you couldn't help but wonder about the crybaby often and what he had been up to lately.

Okay so maybe you did care just a little bit that he had come back to town. But did it really matter? After all, neither of you really made the effort to reach out to one another after going your separate ways.

You shook your head, pushing those fleeting thoughts away before you reminisced too deeply. “Like I said, I highly doubt it.” You mumbled with a shrug before turning away, a part of you truly doubtful while a sliver of yourself remained hopeful.

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You were home alone the very next day. Usually Hongjoong would be the one to stay inside while you were out and about but he had run off to god knows where and he insisted that you stay at the apartment to relax. “Because you deserve it.” He had told you with a wink.

So, naturally, you were suspicious.

Not that Hongjoong was an untrustworthy person or anything but this almost, overly-nice front he had put on since this morning was just a little off-putting. Before you could really begin to question him, he had already flown out of the door and was barely responding to your text messages.

He did make sure to tell you to listen out for the door, however, as he said he was ‘expecting something’. You had almost forgotten about whatever that ‘something’ would be, hours into the afternoon, until you heard the sound of knocking coming from the front door of your apartment.

Dreading on leaving the comfort of your spot on the couch, you heaved a sigh before getting up from your seat and dragged yourself over to the door to answer it. “Hello-” You swung the door open and were immediately greeted by someone's chest in your line of vision. Your eyes traveled upward and you felt your breath catch in your throat.

“Y/N… It’s good to see you again.”

The man before you looked much different from the last time you had seen him. But even with the big and little changes in his appearance and how he seemed to carry himself differently, you could still tell exactly who he was just based on the look in his eyes.

“Seonghwa,” You gaped, still not entirely sure if you were seeing him in front of you or just hallucinating after watching TV all day, “H-How… How did you…?” You trailed off with furrowed brows as he gave you a sheepish look in return.

“Ah, sorry, this is rather impromptu of me. I bumped into Hongjoong a few days ago when I first got back and he mentioned you two were roommates so…” Now it was his turn to trail off as a small blush formed on his cheeks. You mentally cursed at Hongjoong, finally putting the pieces together that he had set this all up. You didn't know whether to kiss him or kill him.

“I see,” You muttered, reminding yourself to shoot the little mastermind a colorfully worded text later, “Well, please, don't be shy. Come in, come in.” You insisted, a smile spreading across your face genuinely as you stepped to the side for him to enter.

Seonghwa smiled back gently, a sight that made your heart soar as you saw a flash of the boy you used to know appear for a split second before he stepped over the threshold.

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It had been hours of just talking and catching up with Seonghwa. You had learned that he was finishing up his last year of college soon, reaching to earn his degree in astronomy, and planned to move out of his dorm and into a place of his own nearby. The university he had attended was well out into the city, roughly 8 hours away, meanwhile you had attended your local college in town and graduated with your art degree about a year or so ago.

“Definitely not as cool as studying the stars and planets, though. I’m like the definition of a starving artist.” You chuckled, albeit a bit bitterly, facing Seonghwa as you propped your elbow over the back of the couch and tucked your legs underneath yourself.

Seonghwa had turned to face you as well but a bit awkward in body language, one leg crossed over the other as his hands remained in his lap stiffly. “Ah, it's not all that interesting. Trust me. Once math is involved, then you’ll see what I mean.” He said, earning another laugh from you that made his shoulders less tense and a fond smile spread on his face.

“You were always the artistic type, though. That’s something I’ve always liked and admired about you. Never afraid to be yourself… Just being able to think of something so creatively, from a vastly different perspective than anyone else, and turning it into something so beautiful. That’s always been pretty cool to me.” He went on, leaving you a bit stunned at his words.

“Hwa…” The old nickname slipped from your lips in a whispered tone and his eyes found yours, locking onto them as a few seconds passed by in stretched silence. Seonghwa opened his mouth to speak again, hesitating at first before licking his lips, and asked, “Can I tell you something?”

Words felt like they would fail you right now so you simply nodded for him to continue. Seonghwa swallowed the lump in his throat before speaking again. “I’m really happy that you still remember me. I know that's silly to say because it's only been a couple of years but I wouldn't know how to feel if you acted as if I was a complete stranger…” He said, looking away with an almost pained expression despite the smile still on his face.

“I would never! We were important to each other back then.” You told him, scooting closer to him on the couch as you reached out to place your hand over his own. Seonghwa’s eyes shot down toward the movement, feeling the warmth of you from your body’s proximity and your fingers touching him so delicately, then back up to your face. “And now? He questioned, hopeful, as he placed one of his hands over yours and squeezed.

You squeezed his hand back and sighed. “I was scared of the same thing… that you would forget about me or pretend like you did. Or you would see me and want nothing to do with me so I figured I’d try to avoid you... But after you showed up and we talked, it feels like you never really left at all.” You admitted, feeling Seonghwa subtly shuffle closer to you.

“I thought about you almost all of the time during the years we spent not with each other, Y/N. I don't think I could forget you even if I tried.” He admitted back, similar to the words Hongjoong had said to you the other day. That had to have been something Hongjoong had heard him say when they bumped into each other and you mentally noted to punch the man whenever he got home.

Right now, however, you were going to focus on Seonghwa and what you wanted to do next.

Your hand came up to wrap around the back of his neck and he froze, his body stiffening as you leaned in close until your lips were a breath away from his own. “Tell me if this is okay. I want to show you how important you still are to me.” You murmured, the movement of your lips lightly brushing against Seonghwa’s causing him to exhale shakily.

A quick nod was all the confirmation you needed before diving in, catching his mouth in a deep kiss. You untangled your other hand from his lap and brought it up to join the one around his neck as you pulled him closer, crawling your way into his lap in the process until you were straddling one of his thighs.

Seonghwa’s body shook slightly underneath you, his hands hovering over your sides as if he were hesitating to touch. You pulled away briefly, nibbling at his bottom lip before tugging it and making him groan. “You can touch me.” You said, sensing his hesitation, and started to lick the seam of his parted lips.

He let you in with no resistance, the feeling of your tongue against his wet and probing as his hands gripped onto your waist tightly.

You licked in to Seonghwa’s mouth eagerly as you started to move forward until he was effectively pushed onto his back with ease. Feeling breathless, you parted from his mouth again to catch yourself but started to trail your lips from the side of his face to his neck where you began to bite and suck at the sensitive skin there.

“Y/N…” He gasped before letting out a whiny moan. Your eyes flitted up to his face to take in the sight of Seonghwa— already looking debauched and fucked out, and you barely even started. “What do you want, Hwa?” You mumbled against his skin and he shivered at the sensation.

“Whatever you want. You take the lead. Please.” Seonghwa replied in a strained voice, holding onto you as if you were a lifeline.

When you suddenly pulled away from him and stood up, Seonghwa shot up in panic wondering if he had said something wrong until you put your hand out for him to take wordlessly.

He kept his mouth shut and took it, letting you guide him all the way to your bedroom where you closed the door behind him with a click of the lock, officially sealing your fate together.

“You told me to take the lead, right?” You questioned once you were facing Seonghwa again, slowly approaching him. Your finger traced small shapes onto his chest as you backed him up into the bed, the back of his knees hitting the edge and making him sit down.

His ass hadn't been on the bed for more than 3 seconds before Seonghwa slid off of it and onto his knees in front of you, peering up with wide expectant eyes. “Yes. You can do whatever you want to me, I’ll enjoy anything you give me.” His tone of voice sounded airy as he uttered those words and you couldn't help but run your fingers through his hair as he leaned into your touch.

“You’re already on your knees for me… surely you already had something in mind.” You smirked at him teasingly, watching him shift under your gaze. “Can I…?” He trailed off questioningly as his eyes flickered quickly from your face to the crotch of your sweatpants and back up again. Heat pooled in the pit of your stomach seeing how eager he was to please. Eager to please you.

You tugged your sweatpants down until they dropped unceremoniously onto the floor, kicking away the article of clothing before stepping closer to Seonghwa. His breathing had gotten shallow once his eyes fell onto your panty-covered pussy, the thin layer of the material leaving little to the imagination. The small wet spot he could see near the center made his cock twitch, straining against his pants.

Seonghwa’s hands gently grazed along your ankles first, gradually going higher from there to the back of your knees and up the back up your thighs. A small shiver raked through you when his fingers traced the lining of your underwear, slipping under the band a little as he grabbed ahold of your ass.

“A-Ah… Hwa…” You moaned softly when he pressed you forward into his face and placed a lingering kiss onto your mound right where your clit was. You took a step closer to him, pressing his face fully into your pussy now, and what little hold he had of his composure immediately slipped.

Seonghwa groaned as he buried his face into every crevice he could fit into, his long tongue rolling out of his mouth so he could run it along the moist material messily. “Knew you’d taste good,” He mumbled against the inside of your thigh, “Smell good, too. I could only dream about something like this happening in real life.” He added before latching his lips onto your clit and sucking the bud through the fabric. This plus the friction of your panties still covering your pussy was enough to make your body lurch forward a bit.

The back of Seonghwa’s head was now pressed against the edge of the bed, pinned between the comforter as you began to grind against his face.

“You should've told me sooner. I think I like seeing you like this.” You told him with a breathless giggle, swiveling your hips as Seonghwa tried to follow every movement to the best of his ability. He didn't mind it. You were using him to pleasure yourself and he couldn't be any more happier.

His grip on your ass had tightened when he felt you begin to back up and you rubbed your thumb against his wrist to make him loosen his hold. “I just wanna move onto the bed, Hwa.” You reassured him and he reluctantly let go. Despite not being completely bare, the evidence of your arousal shined like a gloss on Seonghwa’s bruised lips when you got a good look at him.

You crawled onto your bed, peeling your shirt and dampened panties off before throwing them somewhere you’d worry about later, and waited for Seonghwa to join you. Realizing your lack of underwear now, he followed along until he was stripped bare and crawled slowly up the bed until he was situated between your spread thighs.

Seonghwa’s eyes stayed locked onto your own as he trailed kisses along the inside of your thigh, bringing his face closer and closer until he could finally taste you without restriction or barriers.

The first swipe of Seonghwa’s tongue starting slowly from your hole up to your clit had your legs spreading out wider for him. And when his plump lips wrapped around your clit sucking earnestly, you felt your eyes nearly roll to the back of your head as you reached out to grip his hair roughly.

Seonghwa groaned, muffled by his ministrations, and the vibration of it made your hips buck up. He unlatched himself from your clit briefly only to laser focus his attention on dipping his tongue into your hole to lap up whatever juices started to leak from it.

“Hwa,” His name came out in a shuddered moan as you placed your hands on his shoulders and squeezed to get his attention, “I really need you.”

Seonghwa’s response came delayed, spending a couple extra minutes using his tongue to simply savor your taste before he made his way up your body where his mouth came crashing into yours. “You have me, baby.” He panted between open-mouthed kisses as his hand came up between your bodies to grab ahold of his throbbing cock.

“Do I?” You smirked against his mouth, nudging his hand out of the way so you could wrap your own around his length. Seonghwa gasped lightly, bucking up into the tight ring of your fist. “You think you could switch places with me, baby?” You purred as you stroked his cock languidly. It didn't take long for him to carefully flip the two of you over and have you hovering above him.

“Fuck, you're–” Seonghwa breathed out, eyes glued to your face as you rubbed the tip of his dick through your folds, “you’re just as beautiful as I always remembered but this is truly a sight.” He said while trailing his hands along your thighs then higher up to your hips where he held onto them as you lined him up to your entrance.

The breach stung a bit once you started to sink down onto him and Seonghwa rubbed his thumbs gently into your hip bones as you took your time taking him all the way inside of you. “I’m starting to believe that crush everyone keeps saying you had on me.” You sighed out once your pelvic bone met his, moving your hips slowly in small circles as you relished the way Seonghwa felt so deep inside of you.

“Have,” Seonghwa corrected as he tried to keep himself still under your movements, twitching every time he felt your walls constrict around his cock, “I think it was obvious to everyone but you.” He licked at his lips before tucking his bottom lip between his teeth when you lifted yourself up momentarily only to sink yourself back down onto him.

Picking up a steady pace now, not going too fast or too slow, you simply enjoyed the way Seonghwa stretched you out and filled you up with every movement of your hips. A whimper-like sound punched out of him when you came back down just a little bit harder, clenching around his cock, and you cooed at the noise. “Poor baby. Am I at least making it up to you well?” You pouted at him with a tilt of your head, smoothing a hand down his chest soothingly.

“Noona,” Seonghwa whined, your body immediately stiffening at the sound of his voice sounding so wrecked, “Please, please go faster.”

You obliged without question, deciding that you would have a chance to tease him another time. You pressed your hand down flat on Seonghwa’s chest and used it as leverage to ride him the way you knew you would both love; bouncing on his dick as he thrusted upward involuntarily to meet the action.

This helps Seonghwa to go a little bit deeper, the head of his cock brushing along your walls just right until he hits directly at the spot that has you quivering above him.

You can barely hold yourself up and soon feel your arm give out as you bow your back and press your foreheads together. “Feel s-so good, baby…” You muttered while staring into Seonghwa’s eyes. His half-lidded gaze stared back briefly before pressing your mouths together in an intimate kiss.

He then caught you off guard by starting to buck up into you, almost frantically, as he wrapped his arms around your body and pressed you to his chest. “Cum with me, please, please, please–” Seonghwa begged, seemingly right on the edge of cumming.

Thankfully you weren't too far behind him with the way he had started to desperately fuck into you. And with the remaining body strength you could muster, you rode him with just as much urgency while still pressed closely to his chest.

Seonghwa had been the first to tip over, pleading over and over again until his voice became slightly hoarse. He stilled himself deep inside of you before you felt warmth filling you up in spurts, a pretty drawn out moan falling from his lips as you clenched around him tightly and followed suit.

You whimpered as Seonghwa helped you ride it out, his hands placed on your waist to help you grind down against him and giving your clit some added friction.

Feeling boneless, but most of all satiated, you finally collapsed against him as he started to rub along your back and traced over your spine. The delicate feeling of his fingers sent a tingle throughout your being that you could only chalk up to the resurfacing of those feelings you had kept hidden so deep within.

Seonghwa attempted to sit up and you grumbled in protest causing a laugh to escape him. “We have to get cleaned up.” He reasoned but you only clung on to him tighter as he rose and had you seated on his lap. “Will you stay afterwards?” You asked quietly, hope laced into your tone with a hint of vulnerability. Because now that you had him in your life again you would be damned to see him go so quickly.

“Of course. I’m not going anywhere without you again.” Seonghwa said, leaning forward to press his lips chastely against your forehead before looking at you with eyes full of love and sincerity.

Those same eyes that always held the stars in them that sparkled like glitter and reassured you that he would be right by your side for as long as you would let him.

[gemini-stories]

remember me | j.wy x reader

synopsis: the years may have passed but he always remembered you. even when you didn't. pairing: wooyoung x fem!reader genre: idol!AU, friends to strangers to partners to lovers (?), smut (minors do not interact!!) warnings: idol wooyoung, idol reader, smut, face riding, cunnilingus, protected vaginal penetration (wrap it before you tap it), oral (female receiving), reader is bitchy, one sided pining, wooyoung is dumbly in love. if I miss anything pls let me know! word count: 7.6k ish a/n: tbh I wanted to get out of my comfort writing zone and decided to post my first fic here! this was supposed to be a one shot but it was getting too long for my liking, so maybe a part 2? anyways I'm open to any feedback and criticism so don't be shy to let me know and if you'd actually like to read the second part (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

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The first time Wooyoung saw you was at the Junior Local Dance Competition you both participated when you were both 10 years old. He was dancing for the first time in front of a public after he started dance lessons three months ago. He messed up the steps. He was so nervous that he forgot a step and after that the whole choreography was a mess. He was on the floor sulking, in a corner backstage, far from anyone. 

“I knew I'd find you here crying,” you said with a warm smile. 

Wooyoung raised his glance towards you.

“I’m not crying!” he said embarrassed, crimson blossoming on his cheeks. 

“Yet. You’re upset and in the crying corner.You were about to cry if i wouldn’t have come here.” 

“Crying corner?” he asked, looking at the pink ruffles of your dress.

“We all come to this corner after our first performance. Usually everyone’s first performance is bad. Like really bad. So everyone who wants to cry and wants to do so alone comes here.”

He brought his knees to his chest and hid his face. “So I was really bad. Maybe I should quit before it’s too late.”

“Hey,” you lightly pushed his shoulder, your voice calm, “if we all were to quit, no one would come to this competition again. You should’ve seen me here the first time, I was a disaster,” you chuckled.

Wooyoung was emotionless. You seriously had to lighten him up somehow, otherwise he might mean what he is saying. You wished someone would have cheered you up when you were in his place four years ago. Now, you felt it was your duty to do it for someone else, so they wouldn’t go through a spiraling of self doubt at such a young age.

“Look, this was your first year, right?” you started cautiously. He slowly nodded his head and you took it as a sign to continue. “I bet next year you’ll even win the competition if you don’t give up now!”

“What?” he finally looked at you suspiciously.

“Practice every day and snatch the first place from me,” you said in the most serious way possible.

“How do you even know if you’ll win today?” he asked, laughing in your face. There it was.

“Well, I know I can win today, so you have to do it next year,” you grinned with a smile from ear to ear. “Pinky promise and all!” you extended your arm, fluttering your pinky finger.

Wooyoung looked at you puzzled. But why not, he thought. There was no guarantee you’d win today. So, he put his pinky into yours and you two sealed the promise with your thumbs.

“You can’t go back down now,” you said while getting up. “You have to win next year. Of course, you’ll have to beat me for that..but we made the promise, so work hard.”

Wooyoung was still as puzzled until you left. Does this mean he can’t give up now?

He got up and went to search for his parents in the audience. His parents waited for him with a sad smile, telling him he still did great and not to think about any mistake. He thought how you didn’t smile sadly at him. 

Then you came on stage. With your pink ruffle dress and glitter makeup. The audience clapped, wishing you good luck. It all went to silence and the music started flowing through the whole stage. And you started dancing. Wooyoung could only compare your dance to angels flying on the stage. You graciously moved on the song, smiling and lip-syncing to the song. 

You noticed him in the audience and you thought you should show him how confident you are. How confident he should be next time as well. You decided to improvise by getting closer to the edge of the stage, where he was sitting. You winked at him, sticking out your tongue and turned around to continue your choreography. The audience cheered.

Wooyoung was damn stunned. Did you just wink at him? Did anyone notice? He looked around but everyone seemed to think it was part of the dance. Maybe it actually was part of the dance. Your facial expressions were matching the mood of the song, which was very cheery. 

You finished your choreography with a courtesy and the whole public erupted in applause and cheers, while you went backstage.

You were right. You did win.

You fulfilled your side of the promise and now it was Wooyoung’s turn. He didn’t give up. He continued going to the dance classes. He thought about your performance every day. How confident and pretty you looked on stage, like the stage was your home. Like you were born to be on stage. He thought about how everyone in the audience was looking in awe at you, admiring the way you moved and clapping and cheering and smiling. And he thought that’s exactly how he wants them to look at him.

So he went to class after class after class for the whole year. He thought about his promise every day, motivating him to go forward. Quickly enough, it was time for the Junior Local Dance Competition. He was confident in his performance this year. His dance teacher complimented him so many times in the past months, even telling his parents how quickly he made such a progress. He was confident. Confident that he could beat you? Not so much. But he still had a promise to fulfill. Just you wait!

But he ended up being the one to wait. On the podium. With the first place medal in his hand. Alone. Because you were not there. He won but you were not there to see it. You didn’t come to that year's competition. Neither the next year’s. When he won again. Or the next, when once again he won.  

He thought he’ll never see you again. He thought about your performance that day. About how happy everyone was watching you. About how happy he was watching you.

Until you were dancing on the stage in front of him again. At the Regional Competition he attended when he was 14. You were dancing on a rendition of a popular pop song. Smiling and lip-syncing, while the audience was clapping and cheering for you. As he once remembered. Of course he’d recognize you and your smile, because you didn’t change at all. In reality, you changed a lot. You were taller, with shorter hair than he remembered, and not wearing the pink ruffled dress. 

You won. He came in second. He didn’t lose the competitions in a long time. But he was not upset because it was you. You won. You were there.

He wondered if you remembered him. You didn’t. You congratulated him for his performance telling him it was amazing after the awards were given and everyone went backstage. You didn’t bring up your promise and neither did him. Because immediately after you went to a group of girls, laughing and jumping in happiness. He looked at you and your group longingly. It’s been four years, of course you wouldn’t remember him and the stupid promise you both made when you were 10. 

He looked at you taking pictures with the girls. He recognised one of the girls. She was also attending the local competition every year and she briefly attended his classes as well, where she asked for his Instagram. She thought Wooyoung was a great dancer. She also thought he was very cute. That night he wondered if he could find your social media, maybe she would be following you. The girl had hundreds in her following list on Instagram and he didn’t know your name and neither did he see your picture in any tiny icon. 

He was almost going to give up when that girl posted an update. A picture from the regionals. And you were in the picture. Smiling so wide that your eyes closed and holding up the first place medal. The universe listened to his prayers. You were tagged in the picture. Jackpot!

He looked at your profile picture. Of course he was never going to find you, your picture was a cute bunny cartoon munching on a raspberry. Then he saw your name. He thought it was such a pretty name, suiting you perfectly. Your profile was not private so he spent the rest of the night looking at your pictures. That’s how he found out why you haven’t been attending the local competition in the last few years - you moved to a neighbouring city. Still in the same region, hence why you were at the regionals. You still attended the competitions in your city. And won every time. You were on a winning strike for sure! He wondered if you’re still as confident. Your posts were pictures from everywhere and everything you were doing. Dance practices, competitions, hanging out with friends, pretty sunsets and bunnies. 

He really wanted to follow you but he was scared. What if you would recognize him now? And think that it was rude he didn’t recognize you!

After a few minutes and not that many thoughts, he made a new account, hiding his name and followed you. 

He was so happy. Not only did he see you today. But he found your name. He was thinking that maybe, just maybe if he wins next year you’d recognise him and remember him. 

You didn’t. The next year at the regionals, you won again. And you didn’t recognise him. Again. He looked from afar. Again. 

After that year you also started to post pictures and videos from singing lessons. He guessed you were training now to be a singer as well. Your voice changed so much, from the tiny voice you had when you talked to him when you were 10 to your voice now at 16. You had a beautiful singing voice too. You were going to make a great artist.

The next year you didn’t show up at the regionals. That proved his theory you were probably a trainee now and didn’t have time to go to competitions anymore. 

He ended up winning. Once again you were not there to witness it.

But someone else was. They made him a proposition he couldn’t say no to. And that’s how he became a trainee as well.

Your last Instagram post was a picture of you with your eyes closed from smiling, captioned: “see you at my debut stage:)”.

You were going to debut.

At 18 you debuted in a trio with two other boys your age. Rhythm was your group's name. Very fitting, one could say. You all had great rhythm, were well synchronised, with powerful vocals, and energetic choreographies. You took the country by storm. The general public adored your group's music. The general public adored you. You and the boys. Your group was everywhere, interviews, radios, talk shows, music shows. And you were winning every time. As you once said.

You opened a new and official Instagram account and stopped posting on the old one. Wooyoung still followed your old one from his secret account. He started posting nature pictures with a tad bit of poetry in the captions. It was nothing too big, too deep, or too poetic. Just some of his thoughts that once in a while he felt the need to get out of his chest. He updated the profile picture to be his hand in a pinky promise stand. He thought it to be extremely fitting.

Wooyoung followed your every step, watching all the performances and interviews. He was so proud. He knew you’d be a star. You gave him courage and confidence once and you kept instilling it in him, in his trainee days and once he debuted as well. 

He debuted a few years later in an 8 members boy group - Ateez. They were gaining popularity fast, even though their music was in its own niche, with a unique concept. He was dying to be on the same stage as you. Maybe just maybe you’d recognise him. 

You never did.

“Y/N fucking mentioned us!” Hongjoong screamed entering the dance practice studio.

“Shut up!” San raised his eyebrows, his eyes almost bulging out of his sockets. He couldn’t believe it.

Wooyoung’s jaw dropped and he wasn’t able to close it yet.

Hongjoong held his phone up as proof. “Look!”

They all gathered around him, looking down at his phone. There you were, your smile too big for the small screen. It was a video from last night’s radio interview that Wooyoung didn’t have time to check yet. He couldn’t believe he didn’t see it first. He started smiling as soon as Hongjoong pressed play.

“So, Y/N, you always give amazing song recommendations. Any new music we should start listening to?” The radio host asked you.

You chuckled and Wooyoung was ecstatic waiting for your answer.

“I wouldn’t say new music, but these days I caught myself listening to Ateez a lot!”

The boys screamed. “OH MY GOD THAT’S US! IT’S US”

Wooyoung just kept smiling. That means you listened to him too. Maybe you even watched their music videos. Maybe even their performances. Maybe even..

“Ateez you say?” the host nudged you to continue, a little bit impressed as you usually wouldn’t recommend groups.

“Their songs really put me in a good mood, you know. And motivating. Also the lore behind their concept? It’s soooo good! I even caught myself watching fan theories and explanations so I can understand it, that’s how caught up I am,” you said laughing.

A general sound of gasping erupted in the room. Wooyoung was shocked. You definitely watched the music videos. He was more than curious to know what you were thinking of them.

“You know they are all very handsome, do you have a favourite between them?” such a sly question.

The room was silent, everyone expecting your answer. Wooyoung saw a tiny bit of blushing in your cheeks that went away in less than a millisecond. You were a pro at these interviews.

You licked your lips and answered, “You know I try to not show favouritism,” you giggled hiding your face, “but Hongjoong writes and produces a lot of their songs. I’d love to have a collaboration or something on a future song. I think it would turn out to be amazing!”

“Fuck.” Wooyoung muttered under his breath.

“No way!” Hongjoong exclaimed. “Did I hear right?”

“Bro,” Mingi patted his shoulder. “There’s no way. No way. She said your name. She wants to collaborate with you? For a song?”

“It’s nothing official though. It might never happen.” 

Hongjoong said, trying to stay calm, looking at Wooyoung, seeing how his shoulders deflated. Something he does when he’s on the verge of sulking. Hongjoong knew how much Wooyoung admired you. He never explicitly expressed it but it was obvious. He’d always listen to your group’s songs and your solo songs especially. He’d always smile fondly when you’d appear on TV, and he was always extra nervous when you would share the same stage. Wooyoung didn’t have to say anything, Hongjoong would notice. The same way he noticed now that your answer did bother him, more than either of them would expect.

What bothered Wooyoung even more was how a few weeks later you contacted their manager to go forward with a song collaboration. Your answer wasn’t just for the show. You really did want to collaborate with Hongjoong on a song.

Wooyoung was furious. But not with Hongjoong. he deserved the attention and this would be such an opportunity for him. He was furious with himself. Maybe if he went to you when you were 14 to say “hey, remember me?” he wouldn’t regret it so much. Like what even is he expecting now? For you to what? Name drop him in your interviews? He needed to get a grip.

“I don’t know, I feel like that part comes in too early, you know? Maybe we can add five beats before it to prolong the pre chorus just a bit?” you said scrunching your eyebrows.  

It was already your eighth time sitting in the studio with Hongjoong. You were surprised how well you two clicked. You didn’t lie in the interview when you said you were impressed by their songs. But you did always find it hard to work with new people. You were comfortable with your people, and the point of this new album was for you to get out of your comfort zone. That’s why you wanted to try something new. New sounds, new choreos, new videos. If all the collaborations were to go as smooth as with Hongjoong, the new album will be a piece of cake.

It was easy to talk with him and express your ideas. He was eager to listen and implement all your suggestions but was not afraid to implement bold decisions of his own either. You loved that.

“No, nevermind. It sounds weird as fuck. I don’t like it.” you sighed. “I’m sorry I know we changed this specific ten seconds a billion times today.”

“No sweat! That’s why we’re here. That’s why I’m here.”

There he is. Sweet Hongjoong. No matter how bitchy you are about the song he would help you fix it. 

“I’m sorry, I think I’m a bit in a slump today and that’s why I don’t like anything.”

“What’s bothering you today?” he asked while still looking at the screen.

You groaned loudly. “They are pressuring me to find a partner for the dance segment I want to perform for the end of the year awards.”

“Anyone on your mind?”

“Not one person,” you closed your eyes, leaning your head on the couch. “Anyone on yours?”

“Actually yes,” he said, turning in his chair.

At this you perked you head towards him. “Really? Who?”

“One of my team members. He’s fucking good.” Hongjoong smiled. 

“Hongjoong, you are the best thing that happened to me!” you beamed.

Hongjoong was so excited. He could finally make it up to Wooyoung. He avoided talking about his studio sessions with him around, although the others would pressure him A LOT. Asking him everything. He always kept everything brief. But many times it sounded like he had something to hide. Which he didn’t. He didn’t want to make Wooyoung upset, that was it. Hongjoong, like the others, would look at you as you were - their senior. With a lot of respect and admiration. But Wooyoung always looked at you with more, with pride and happiness. You definitely meant more for him than what he wanted to show. 

“Hey man,” Hongjoong entered Wooyoung’s room, finding him in bed on his phone, “great news!”

“What’s up?” Wooyoung asked, concentrating on his phone, playing a game.

“I might have booked you a dance segment at the end of the year award ceremony.”

“Cool.” Wooyoung said unimpressed, still focusing on his game. He trusted his leader’s decisions. If he told him he had to dance at the awards, he was going to dance.

“A dance segment with Y/N,” Hongjoong smiled. 

“What?” Wooyoung finally paused his game and looked at Hongjoong. “Absolutely not.” he shrugged as if it was the most expected answer.

“The fuck? Why not?” Hongjoong was flabbergasted. Why would he say no to such an opportunity?

“Our dancing styles don’t match,” he blinked. 

“You can’t be serious.”

“Deadly,” he said, returning to his game. His heart beating faster and faster. What the fuck is he doing?

“Well too late. It was already discussed and agreed between the higher ups. Everyone loved the idea.”

Wooyoung paused his game again. He was opening his mouth to protest but Hongjoong cut him off. “Y/N is waiting for you at 8 in the morning at her dance studio. I’ll share the location with you. Don’t be late!” and he left. Leaving behind a confused Wooyoung.

What just happened? 

He was going to see you. Talk with you. Dance with you. No. This was not supposed to happen. He convinced himself he had to see you from afar and that’s it. His heart was going crazy. How was he going to survive this?

He was late. Oh, so late. He couldn’t fall asleep last night. He was too nervous, too excited. He was thinking about you the whole night. He even looked at your old profile, something he didn’t do in a long time. And so he fell asleep. But it was too late because as he fell asleep, he had to wake up and so he slept through his alarm.

“I am so sorry!” he shouted the moment he barged through your dance studio.

You were on the floor, doing some warm up exercises. He was 47 minutes late! How disrespectful. You slowly got up while he hurriedly left his bag in a corner and ran to the middle of the room. He was gasping for air, definitely ran to get here. 

You stared up at him. He was a head taller than you but you were not going to feel smaller. You looked him up and down and went back to look in his eyes.

“What? Your coffee date with your girlfriend ended up later than you expected?” it was wrong for you to make assumptions and you knew it. But you were oh so angry! You hated hated people who were not keeping their promise.

Wooyoung choked on his words. He should’ve apologised. Said it won’t happen again. Instead he said: “I don’t have a girlfriend,” while keeping his eyes on yours.

“That’s your private life,” you blinked, “and I don’t care about it. I only care for you to be here on time. Dance. And leave. Hongjoong is a great guy, don’t disappoint him.”

Wooyoung raised his eyebrow. Indeed, Hongjoong is a great guy, but why would you say that? 

“Let’s not waste any more time and start,” you turned to reach for your tablet. 

Your dance was a beautiful choreography on a melodic hip-hop classic rendition. The choreographer did a fantastic job. You worked with him on previous projects and you really really wanted this number to be touched by his creative vision. 

The only downside… he was living in New Zealand. That never stopped you before. He used to send you videos of the choreographies and you’d send him videos of you dancing it and ask for feedback. It worked fantastic before and it will work fantastic now.

Or so you thought. The choreography was not too difficult. It was intricate with many details that you really loved focusing on. You used to learn the steps very fast, maybe in a couple of hours, but this time it turned out to be more intricate than you expected. 

The two of you spent more than half of your allocated time just analyzing it. Pressing the replay button over and over and over again. Changing the speed and trying to absorb everything to the smallest detail.

Both of you were extremely focused and everything seemed to go on the right path. You were confident this will turn out well even with the slightest hiccup in the morning.

You were wrong. 

The moment the two of you started to physically learn and count your steps, everything that could have gone wrong, went wrong. 

Wooyoung’s body was not listening to him. He was too much in his head, nerves, guilt, stress, fear, of failure and disappointment, everything was just overwhelming him. He felt as if his body was separate from his mind. The two doing their own thing. And he was in the middle, trying to bring them together and failing miserably.

You, on the other hand, were frustrated. With yourself and with him. With his delay this morning that gave such a wrong impression on him. He is sloppy, careless and unreliable. That’s what you told yourself the whole morning while trying to watch the choreography video. It didn’t help that when you started actually dancing he was making such…stupid mistakes. Then you went completely spiraling. Why did Hongjoong recommend Wooyoung? It was obvious he had no idea what he was doing. Was he setting you to fail? Was that his plan? 

You literally had to slap yourself to stop thinking. Which startled Wooyoung from his self-destructive thoughts as well.

You grabbed your phone, quickly typed a message and resumed your practice in no time.

Around an hour later, your phone was blinking. A sign that you got a new message that was not silenced by your do not disturb status. That could only mean one person.

“Let’s take a break,” you said looking at your phone, “20..no 15 minutes should be more than enough.”

It was the first proper sentence, besides some counting, any of you spoke in hours. 

“Ok,” was all that he could say as you left the dance studio in seconds.

He didn’t know what to do. He would’ve liked to get some fresh air but he was not familiar with the building and had no idea how to get on the roof. He didn’t want to get lost or anything. He decided the best idea was to ask you next time.

He ended up just rewatching the dance video, mentally noting some moves. Then slowly practicing and watching himself in the mirror. He was doing great. Way better. As he usually was doing when learning a new dance. Why wasn’t he like this the whole morning?

15 minutes sharp later, you opened the door, stretching your back with your arms above your head. 

“Did you spend your whole break here dancing? Why didn’t you rest?” you stopped yourself, inhaling, then adding coldly. “You know what, it’s your time. You are responsible for it.” 

“I am really sorry I was late this morning.”

And so you continued your rest of the practice.

After Wooyoung returned to his dorm, took a shower, and laid in his bed, contemplating how miserable he felt right now, he thought there was no way you were not going to complain to Hongjoong about today. And he was going to return home and scold him so so much. And not in a good way.

He knew the best way to get over it was to dance. So, in his tiny room, he got up and continued practicing the steps. Tomorrow will be better.

It was not.

He was so tired from not sleeping the previous night and from a double dance practice yesterday. Of course he overslept.

He was late.

Only 10 minutes.

But he was late.

You were lowkey furious. Was he testing your patience? That must be it. Otherwise why would he be late on your second day of practice. After you already made such a big deal about it yesterday.

When Wooyoung opened the door, gasping for air and ready to apologise, you immediately cut him off.

“Don’t even. Let’s just start.”

Sloppy, careless and unreliable.

And so you continued your practice in the next few days. Wooyoung was dying inside. He disappointed you but you were so mean.

“Don’t you know how to raise your hand?”

“This is a six count not eight. Can you even count? ”

“Did you learn to dance yesterday?”

“People will start falling asleep.”

“Why are you like this?”

And so much worse.

Wooyoung would clench his jaw in anger and just swallow his words.

You were indeed mean. You knew that. You did have extremely mean dance teachers growing up. Which was very toxic and haunted you your whole life. Apparently it still did.

You did start making these comments out of pettiness because you were annoyed with him. But then you noticed he wasn’t replying back. In the beginning he would only apologise. Then you noticed how his jaw would clench, how his nostrils would flare, how he’d roll his eyes, how he would deeply sigh. He was getting annoyed. But, nevertheless, he was not making any mean comments back. You did want to get a reaction from him. See what he had to say.

Sloppy, careless and unreliable.

And spineless too?

Your phone blinked notifying you of a new message. And so you announced the 15 minutes daily break.

You left the practice room and went to the familiar dimly lit storage room.

The moment you closed the door behind you, you felt yourself being lifted up and placed on the drawer nearby.

Your lips immediately parted, sinking in the kiss. You loved Hajun’s kisses. They were always exactly what you needed when you were stressed and annoyed. Which was a lot these days.

He trailed kisses on your jaw and down on your neck, nibbling at the cusp between your neck and shoulder.

“How is your pretty boy today?”

You rolled your eyes.

“I don’t wanna talk about him,” you rolled your eyes, unbuttoning his pants.

“But that’s your favourite topic these days,” he said, playing with the waistband of your sweatpants. “Almost like foreplay.” He yanked your pants down to your ankle in a swift movement, placing deep kisses on your lips.

He quickly put a condom on, aligned in front of your entrance, and pushed himself inside with no warning.

You gasped and bit your lips to keep quiet.

“He’s just..driving me..crazy,” you breathed. 

“So sloppy.” 

Thrust. 

“So careless.”

Thrust.

“So unreliable.”

Thrust.

“So spineless.”

“Spineless?” he groaned, increasing his pace. “That’s new. What did he do?”

You rolled your eyes in unison with your hips. “It’s what he didn't do. No matter what I say, he only gets annoyed but doesn’t talk back.”

He put his hand under your shirt, caressing your bare torso, moving up towards your chest.

“Sounds like you want someone to put you in your place.” he cupped your breast, pinching your nipple in between two fingers. “Am I not good enough for that, love?” 

You met Hajun a few months before your debut. He was training with you briefly, until he realised he is not cut for the entertainment industry. He was not sad or anything, rather happy. Studied to enter a good med school and never regretted his decision. The two of you became close friends. Venting each other’s frustration. Until one day, you both figured out the best way to vent. A kiss here, a kiss there, and then you were fucking on his couch. No strings attached and ready to break this deal whenever one of you was over it. 

You were stressed through the roof because of your upcoming album. He was stressed through the roof because of the exam season. All this stress combined and you were bound to see each other often. And fuck often.

“Oh, please,” you moaned in his mouth, “you never knew how to put me in my place.”

After a week of practice, you and Wooyoung filmed your dance and sent it to the choreographer for feedback. He immediately video called the two of you to deliver his response.

Which was a disaster.

He said your chemistry was lacking big time. No synergy whatsoever. And that you basically looked like amateurs. 

“Look guys,” he continued on the screen, “I'm not trying to discourage you. I’ve seen this happening a lot. With people that never danced together. Or never met before dancing.”

Wooyoung stole a glance towards you. Your face was expressionless, carefully listening to the choreographer's points. 

“In order to make my dancers have a more natural chemistry, I ask them to do a different dance. Don’t worry, it’s really short. I reckon in two weeks you’ll master it and can get back to your original dance. Just go with it and stop fighting it.”

Once the call ended you immediately got a message with the video of the new choreography you were told to do.

The video started with a sultry melody. As for the choreography? It was very sexually suggestive. Your original dance had a lot of touching and caressing, so it made sense why you needed perfect chemistry for it to not look weird. But this new one? It was something you never did before. A lot of floor steps that were very intimate. And oh so suggestive. How were you gonna pull this off?

Wooyoung was panicking. He didn’t touch you like this before. And he wasn’t sure he was gonna be able to without his hand trembling.

“Ok, let’s start I guess.”

You avoided looking in his eyes for the first time. You felt a blush creeping on your cheeks and fought against it. You were a professional. This is nothing.

That night Wooyoung looked through your Instagram page. He didn’t get it. You used to be such a nice and sweet girl. And you still were as sweet. Just not with him. 

He wanted to check the comments of your last before debut picture (very stalkerish) when he finally did it. Instead of pressing the comment button, he pressed the heart.

“No, no, no”

He got up in panic and did the best thing he thought of doing. Revoked the heart. It’s only been a few seconds. The notifications for sure didn’t come through. Right? And even if it did, what are the chances you are still active on that account? Right?

You were. 

You loved scrolling on your old account. You barely interacted with anyone on it and that’s why the notification startled you. 

It was from a photography and poetry account. You never even noticed when this account followed you. 

The latest post was a picture of the sky through a cracked window from two days ago with the caption ‘your words are grazing my heart like broken glass does to my skin.’

You liked it in a heartbeat, then followed the account.

Wooyoung’s phone vibrated in his hand. He got the notification of you following his secret page from your old account.

“Shit.”

The new choreography had some tough moves. In which both of you needed to rely on your own strength but also on each others’. 

One of these steps was requiring you to be on your knees on the floor. Wooyoung to slide on his back through your legs. Grabbing your thighs and lifting you and himself, while carrying you on his shoulders, and then dropping you to his arms. 

It was definitely an uncomfortable move that you had to practice a lot. It was risky too. And it wasn’t even the worst. 

And so you did. With every touch and caress from Wooyoung burning above your skin.

The same way every snarky comment from your side burned in his mind.

Of course you couldn’t help yourself. You would get even more critical and sarcastic the more you would feel threatened. And heated. 

After you went on your break, Wooyoung decided he desperately needed air to cool down. Jesus it was only the first day you were trying the new dance and it was killing him. How could he help himself when his skin tasted yours like that. 

He listened to your directions about going on the terrace you once gave him. Your building was huge and he couldn’t believe the whole floor was for you and your group. He turned left and left again. He heard a loud thump right before turning right on the tiny hallway. A faint sound continued to be heard. He approached the door, wanting to make sure nothing wrong happened.

His hand stopped on the door handle when he heard an almost imperceptible moan. The moaning continued in unison with the faint thumping. Mystery solved. And his cue to get back to his objective.

Much needed air. He didn’t need to know people were having sex when he was barely trying to stop a boner himself.

Cold air was blowing over him on the small balcony terrace that was as secluded as you mentioned.

Wooyoung stayed there for what felt like just a minute or so, when another man also joined him on the balcony. 

They only glanced at each other to acknowledge each other’s presence. Men. The other man took out a pack of cigarettes and lit one up. Puffing slowly.

“I know it’s a myth but cigarettes after sex are still the best.”

Wow too much information, much?

At least Wooyoung knew that this guy was one of the people in the storage room. Not that he wanted to know that.

“So you’re the pretty boy, huh?”

“No?”

What was wrong with this guy?

“Look, there are only two people that ever come on this balcony and I sure as hell didn’t tell you about it.”

The realisation hit Wooyoung like a brick.

“Isn’t your break over?”

That motherfucker.

Wooyoung left Hajun before he could wipe his smug smirk with a punch.

Not that he could be mad that you were having sex. You were a consenting adult woman. But while on the clock? While training and practicing? How was that professional?

When he returned to the dance room you immediately rolled your eyes. The break was already over for a couple of minutes.

“Seriously what is your deal? You want to test my patience or what? Can’t you be on time once? This is so unbelievably unprofessional! We agreed to 15 minutes!”

“Seems that 15 minutes wasn’t enough for either of us,” he said barely a whisper trying to stay calm.

What did he just say? You were flabbergasted. Is he starting to finally talk back? What a horrible moment for that. And what even was that comment?

You decided to ignore it and just continue your practice from where it was left of.

Both of you were unprofessional. And both of you were blaming each other for it. You were blaming him for being such a pain in the ass and making you so frustrated, you couldn’t help but reach for Hajun. He was blaming you for being so mean and making him so nervous that he couldn’t function properly.

With every dance move, every touch he was exploding like fireworks. His shirt and sweatpants felt like paper. He was feeling every trail of your fingers on him as if you were following a gasoline path and igniting flames that were burning and consuming his being.

He was fine. He was fine. He was fine.

Just a tiny little boner.

Fuck.

He couldn’t ask for a break now. You were already pissed and he was sure you’d kill him (metaphorically or not) for daring to request to stop the practice so soon.

You were on fire too. Although making many mistakes, Wooyoung’s touch was so caressing every time. So soft. That you barely felt his contact through your shirt and sweatpants. As if feathers would gently kiss your skin, too afraid you may break.

You needed more.

He was laying down on his back. You were on top of him, trying to dance a new move that looked awfully much like dry humping him.

You are fine. Why are you so horny again? 

You are a professional. Which is why you continue rolling your hips. 

Dry humping is nothing. It’s driving you crazy. 

Not even when you feel him getting harder under you. You don’t want to stop. 

You are fine! You need to stop.

“Are you ok?” you ask.

“Huh?”

“You seem to have a small problem.” it was feeling anything but small. “Down there,” you deadpanned.

Wooyoung was mortified. How, why, and when. He was making sure he was subtly arranging himself in between moves when you were not looking.

You lowered yourself on your elbows, getting closer to his face, and staring into his eyes. 

Wooyoung immediately blushed, frozen in place. You could almost chuckle at his reaction. But you had to keep the appearances.

“Don’t worry, it’s a normal bodily reaction,” you whispered close enough for your noses to almost touch, “not many can resist.” you smirked.

You fucking smirked.

Wooyoung was so turned on he was certain he would’ve cummed in his pants if you wouldn’t have gotten off him and suggested to continue with a different move.

He was so embarrassed though. Not only he still had to deal with his boner. You were aware of it. And he was painfully aware you were. 

You were on your knees. For the move when he slides in between your legs. Until now, the easiest move and the least promiscuous. 

However, when he slid in between your legs this time, his head got stuck in your baggy sweatpants.

You couldn’t help but chuckle. Jesus fucking christ. You are mocking him again.

“So sorry. I think for this move i should take off the big pants. Don’t worry, I wear short leggings underneath.” you said winking.

Fucking winking. How much were you going to embarrass him today?

Your short gray leggings, more specifically booty short leggings, were thin and more or less you were wearing them as underwear. But Wooyoung didn’t need to know. It was your turn to mentally blush.

You were back on your knees and Wooyoung slid with no issues on the floor this time. Booty short leggings for the win!

“Wait, I want to check what I need to do with my left hand. I don’t want you fucking drop me.”

You bent over reaching for your tablet.

He could swear you were doing this on purpose. I mean how could you not, your crotch was not even 10 centimeters from his face. He was doing god’s work trying no to look. But he couldn’t help but notice the damp spot in between your legs. Which looked so goddamn delicious.

“Are you ok?” Wooyoung asked to which you didn’t pay much attention. “You seem to have a small problem.”

“What?” you asked, straightening yourself and looking down at him between your legs.

“Don’t worry, it’s a normal bodily reaction,” he whispered sultrily, getting closer to your core, “not many can resist.” He fucking smirked, making eye contact and immediately dragging his mouth over your damp spot. Payback time.

You stopped a gasp with your hand over your mouth.

Wooyoung continued licking your spot while maintaining eye contact. The look in his eyes being so different now, from the sloppy, careless, unreliable, spineless person from earlier.

You couldn’t believe you got so wet earlier. That he got you so wet. You admit he made you very aroused with that small dry humping session but that aroused? That you started to leak through your leggings? This will be the last time you don’t wear underwear!

With each lick you were getting wetter and wetter, and your leggings soaked with your arousal and his saliva, until the leggings became paper thin and you were feeling every flick of tongue.

Wooyoung was circling around your clit with lewd slurping sounds. 

The movement was making you crazy enough that you started gyrating over his tongue, making you want to moan. But you muffled the sounds with your hand over your mouth.

He was feeling so good.

Wooyoung grabbed your thighs, pulling them apart, which made you lower yourself on him even more. 

You could barely stand straight.

You were eaten out before, with no clothed barrier whatsoever. But like this, with your thin leggings sticking to your sensitive parts, soaking up your arousal and his saliva, with his tongue pushing harder and harder to make up for it? There was something about it that felt more sensual than any other oral session you received.

Wooyoung was enjoying this as much, if not even more, than you. Savouring every lick, every slurp, every drop. As if drinking sweet mead from the gods themselves. You were tasting as sweet as he ever dreamed. Not that he had dirty dreams about you. Or at least not that often. How could he not though? You were on his mind every day. And then you started to show the sexier version of you with the newer comebacks. And then he heard you moan on another dude’s dick in a storage room. How could he resist without imagining anything? With knowing how sweet you can sound. He wanted to hear you sound like that. Your sounds to be the anthem of his life. If only you could take that goddamn hand from your mouth and moan freely. 

You felt the familiar knot in your lower belly and clenched on nothing. You grabbed Wooyoung’s hair with your free hand to steady yourself. He gasped from the sudden pull of his hair. He didn’t expect it. You didn’t expect him to make such a delicious sound either. You wanted to hear more.

You continued rolling your hips with more confidence now, chasing your high. So close, so close. 

And then you exploded, feeling fireworks going off. You collapsed on your back on top of Wooyoung, gasping for air. What just happened?

Wooyoung swiftly got up and lowered himself on top of you. He was looking so hot with his face glistening from his sweat, saliva, and your arousal dripping on his chin. He licked his lips while watching you with dark eyes.

You couldn’t help but stare at his lips and tongue. Which just made you cum. 

“If you needed help, all you had to do was ask,” he grinned, a big shit-eating grin. The asshole.

You blushed the whole way home. You blushed the whole getting ready for bed routine. You blushed the whole time trying to fall asleep. You blushed the whole time scrolling on your phone trying to fall asleep. You blushed when you got a notification that your favourite poetry account just posted. You blushed looking at the picture - a steamed shower glass with a finger drawn heart. You blushed reading the caption - ‘your taste is the poison that kills me; your sounds are the hymn that bring me back to life.’ The universe was laughing in your face. part 2 | © 2024 gemini-stories All Rights Reserved.

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Gorgeous (next part) Description: Y/n is a famous fashion designer that has been invited to the LV show and meets Jude Jude x Reader

“Y/n look over here.”

 “Y/n who- “

“Y/n you look stunning.”

I zip my head back and forth, trying to keep up with the flashes. I am attending my first fashion show back after a long break from Fashion. I couldn’t be more nervous.

 “Y/n walk this way” my assistant directs me to a spot on the carpet where I will be getting interviewed.

“So, Y/n, how does it feel to be only freshly 20 years old and such a huge part of the fashion industry.” The reporter asks me. I don’t bother to learn any reporters’ names. All they do is spread lies and feed off what I say.

“It is such an amazing opportunity. If you would have told me I would have this much on an impact 2 years ago, I would have thought you were crazy.” I fake laugh. Every interview they ask the same questions and I give the same answers.

“Well with your 10-month break, do you ave anything planed that is happening soon?” the reporter asks, trying to get info out of me.

“Nope. I have been trying to focus on myself and well-being” I say sincerely. This break has been heaven for me. I have finally got a full night sleep for the first time in 2 years. Being in the industry too young can really drain a person.

“Well, any new boo to talk about. I have heard you and Mason Mount have been getting close.” The reporter pushes as she tries to get her next biggest headline out of me.

“No.” I laugh. “No new ‘boo’ to talk about. I am strictly single and have been for a long time. Mason and I are strictly friends and have been for the past year.” I say as I try to leave.

“It was so nice talking to you” I say as I turn around and leave. I don’t care if that was rude.

My assistant leads to me where I would be sitting. I sit down in my seat; she hands me my phone so I can kill time. I’m not a big social person, I have maybe a couple of friends and my family. That’s all I need in life.

In the corner I see two people walking up to me. When I think they are about to start talking to me they sit down and get situated in their seats. I Look to my left and see this gorgeous man sitting next to me.

He is wearing a LV matching outfit with no shirt underneath and a strange looking bandana with it. It doesn’t match that well, but I don’t have the heart to tell him.

He must have felt me staring at him, so he turned to look in my direction.

“Hello, I’m Jude and this is my brother Jobe.” He says while pointing to his brother and waving. Who I assume to be Jobe waves his hand.

“Nice to meet you” he says.

“Likewise,” I say while returning to my phone. I just blew my opportunity at meeting new people. Great. They problem think I’m super rude.

As I am looking at my phone, I feel someone tap my head. I look up and see one of my friends, Lewis.

Lewis and I became friends during the Monaco grand prix last year’s right before I took a break.

“Lewis” I get up to hug him. He hugs back.

“Y/n, I missed you girl” he says “How have you been” he rubs my shoulders.

“Good- Just trying to survive” I tell him while laughing.

He looks to my left and his eyes light up.

“Oh my days, It’s Jude Bellingham” he says while going for a bro hug.

 “Lewis Hamilton, so nice to meet you finally.” Jude says while receiving the hug.

“You know him” I say to Lewis. Not trying to be rude.

“Duh, he’s England’s golden boy of course I know him” Lewis says to me as I just look in shock. I totally thought he was just some random person.

“Sorry for being rude earlier, I’m not good in social situations” I say sincerely.

“It’s alright love, I understand” Jude says, making me swoon. No one has ever called me Love Like that. I don’t know how to feel.

We chat together for a while before Lewis must leave to get back to his seat. The show starts and I am admiring and taking notes in my head.

The show ends and we all give a standing ovation.

“I forgot to tell you “Jude leans down to my ear.

“You look gorgeous love” Jude says while smiling at me.

“And you look very handsome” I say while looking up at him. Even in heels he still towers over me.

“Could I get your number” he asks while pulling out his phone to hand it to me.

I put my number in and gave it back to him.

“I’ll text you when I get back to my hotel” he says while going for a kiss on my cheek.

I lean into the kiss and give him a hug. Not caring about the mass amount of cameras that are capturing this moment.

“I’ll be waiting.”

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As soon as i saw this picture i ran to my computer. Oh my lord . Something just happened to me and my body. 😍😍 Their might be lots of mistakes because i wrote this maybe like in 20 minutes which is so fast for me 💀💀 I hoped y’all enjoyed this though 🤭

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72 HOURS WITH HIM | Pedro Pascal x f!reader| PART IV

Written by Santa trindade

Banner by @ithedevilsbaby

Made in Brazil

Pairing : Pedro Pascal x f!reader

Summary: The shooting in Malta keeps going, all Pedro needs is a weekend off, well…he got it. Would you go meet him for only three days? Hmmm yes!

warning/rating: [first person][unprotected piv] [SMUT] [one bite] [Pedro dominates][overstimulation][holding neck] [slaps][take off your clothes][oral m receiving/f receiving][spitting] [eating cum][champagne on body][dirty talk]

w/c: 5.6k

a/n: you guys know Pedro is a sweetheart, but for us, in bed.. he is kinda diff. It can have fluff moments here and there but what we want is to see how dominating he is…with you. HAPPY NEW YEAR! 💦

"How far would you go for a wonderful sex?"

I have asked myself this question over and over again since Pedro called me two days ago, almost begging me to go to another continent just to see him for three days.

How far would I go? Well, it's a funny question, even a little embarrassing, but here I am landing at Malta airport.

When Pedro asked if I would like to stay with him for a weekend in Malta I thought it was a joke, because until then I thought he was in another place, it is difficult to keep up with his routine, we talk almost every day texting, he calls me whenever he can, for him the end of the day is the beginning for me.

This time he looked different on the phone, his voice a little tired, but the excitement was present, a little more excited than usual...

"Hey babe, listen... I'm in Malta now, we managed to advance a few scenes, that was crazy, but... I will not shoot for next few days, then I thought you could come, who knows... Stay with me, just three days if you want..."

He knew my answer would be yes, and in less than thirty minutes an email with a ticket to Malta was there.

As soon as I leave the airport gate, I see a man holding a sign with my last name, he drives me to the hotel. The city is beautiful, but I can barely pay attention on the landscape that runs through the window, my thought are on the last message that Pedro sent me.

"I can't wait to have you here with me..."

Pedro asked me to be confidential, even though I'm a complete stranger, he doesn't need this kind of attention now, so we are staying in separate rooms, for all the rest I'm just a tourist.

The room he got for me is ridiculously huge, huge bed, huge bathtub in the background, with framing pillars, giving an almost Greek touch, I could feel Aphrodite herself here.

I unpack my suitcase and get a short and fresh dress, I go to the bathroom, ignoring the desire to get into the bathtub.

_Later, dear, later_

I enter the bathroom and look in the mirror, seeing my reflection, biting my lower lip I think

_He's worth this whole trip. It's only three days, he'll be away for months, and fuck, I miss him so much... _

After a relaxing shower I get dressed and when I pick up my phone to send him a message, someone knocks on the door.

“Yeah? Who is it?” I ask while a message him.

“Room service” the voice says behind the door.

I didn't ask for room service, maybe I forgot something at the lobby. I go towards the door and when I open it, there he is, standing at the door side smile, his hands behind his back.

Before saying anything, I just stare at him, the good old yellow Lakers t-shirt, blue shorts with green details, striped socks and NB’s. He is hot, skin slightly tanned, messy hair, everything in him was so perfect that I could stare at him for hours. Seeing him there in front of me out of nowhere made me let out an involuntary sigh, which made his smile open more and say, knowing the power he had over me.

“I couldn't wait to see you...”

I pull him into the room, he closes the door behind him and pushes me to the wall, getting my lips close to his I say:

“Thanks for the invite, too bad we can't hang out here together..” he puts his lips in my ear and says in a whisper:

“I know babe, but you know the drill...” I smile and answer

“Yeah, I know... But i'm stocked whit this room... Look at this hot tub, you crazy” without thinking Pedro slides his hand off his back and goes down my right thigh and says:

“Exactly like my room, but you know what? I had a picture of us fucking on that hot tub... That's why I brought you here” so I feel the burning of the slap where his hand caressed me.

I take his hand and lead him to the mini bar, and say that I was waiting for him to choose us a drink, he frowns looking at the options and looks at me.

“Sparkling wine?” I say.

He takes off the seal with his mouth and laughs when the cork flies up screaming “To the hot tub!”. Laughing together he serves us, we toast looking at each other, the desire is already on fire. He looks at me, glazed on me. All his movements seem to be planned to drive me crazy.

He serves the glasses again while telling me the experience has been, he tells in such an excited way that I don’t realize it I'm smiling just from hearing him speak. We drank one, two, three glasses, while we are sitting on the benches of the mini bar. He speaks and I just listen, I could stay all night listening to the sound of his voice telling about anything, right now I'm so hypnotized that I don't care about anything else.

“You are beautiful babe... Did you get ready for someone in particular?” he says in an ironic but sensual tone, while rubbing his cold hand from the wine glass under my dress, gently smoothing my thigh, his thumb drawing circles on my skin.

“I’m here to meet someone, some hot guy” I return the affection, putting my hand on his thigh, walking with my fingers and squeezing slowly. The touch is so soft, but it seems to be enough to light something inside it.

“I'm here exclusively for him.”

Pedro straightens his posture on the bench and lets out a slow sigh, staring at me, a look of desire that I recognize perfectly, he has looked at me like this so many times.

He gets up from the bench and holds out his hand, inviting me to get up too. He lays his hands on my waist and squeezes slightly, pulling me closer to him. At this moment I feel that he is already hard, his body is hot, and I can say that mine is the same . Every second he touches me, it's a second more than I want him, I want to have him inside me, fuck all I want now is him inside me.

“What a lucky guy, huh?” he speaks bringing his lips closer to my neck, the hot air of his breath, beard shaving my skin, it chills me all over, I close my eyes and throw my head slightly back, exposing my neck more as he drags his teeth through my neck, the feeling of his body touching mine intensifies, his mouth touching my skin slowly makes me release a low moan.

“You have no idea how many times I dream of you here” he says softly while I arch my back

“I imagined you in that hot tub “ he says as he raises his head pointing to the jacuzzi, his fingers now play with the straps of the dress on my shoulders, he lowers them letting them fall to the sides.

“I imagined you screaming my name while I make you cum... I imagined several times, I even dreamed about it”

My body is taken by an overwhelming, wild desire, it knows exactly how to drive me crazy, and at this moment I can only formulate a single phase in response.

“Well, I'm here exclusively for you...make your dreams come true” smiling at him I watch his look darken

“You shouldn't say things like that babe... I can be very demanding” he says and I feel his fingers walking through my arms, until our hands are intertwined. He looks at my breasts still covered by the dress, he looks up slowly, stopping at my lips and moving on to my eyes.

His look is pure fire, that brown sea seems to be burning, and I can't wait to get burned.

Pedro takes my hands and guides him to front of his shorts, even through the fabric I can feel how hard he is, as soon as my hands find his cock, he pushes his hip forward and moans low when I squeeze him.

“Are you feeling this? How did I miss those hands…”

His hands go up to my face, framing my face he passes his thumb through my lower lip, I bite and pass my tongue soon after, this makes him bite his own lip, growling softly.

He lowers his fingers to my neck, holding firmly, lowering his nails so slowly that it makes me breathe heavily, I close my eyes feeling his touch, when I feel his hands go down to my breasts I open my eyes and face those eyes that are my doom.

His hands rest on the sides of my breasts, his thumbs slide until I find my nipples goosebumps, even under the fabric of the dress they are still visible.

“I have an idea” he moves away and sits back on the bench, one arm on the bench holding a glass and the other hand he wraps the shoelace of the shorts around his fingers. He looks at me for long seconds, I stand still, my body obeys him in a way that I am not able to explain.

“Slowly take off the dress for me... “

I feel my blood boiling, my heartbeats rise to my ears, my body burns, looking for him, in need of him.

I hold the dress on my breasts and slowly lower it, feeling his eyes burn me, the fabric slips and gets tangled up on my waist, I look at him and he is drinking the champagne while squeezing his cock over his shorts, with up and down movements.

“Fuck, you are so fucking hot you know that? Take off your clothes “ I push the dress down and then it falls into a puddle at my feet, leaving me only in black lace panties.

Pedro raises his right hand and calls me with two fingers, I walk to him feeling my legs shaking, but I keep my gaze fixed on his. He pulls me keeping me trapped between his legs, his hands holding my ass.

“ Now be a good girl and turn on that jacuzzi for us huh? “ he says giving me a strong slap in my side thigh, my skin burns.

I go to the hot tub, walking through the room only in panties and feeling his eyes follow my movements, I sit on the edge of that and press all the buttons that are there, I look at him and give a shy laugh confessing:

“I don't know how to...” he approaches and as he slowly climbs the steps he takes off his shirt by throwing it on the floor

I feel my throat dry and my mouth open watching him…

_How did he look like that in such a short time? _

He quickly presses the right button and the bathtub starts to filling up, he extends his hand and calls me to bed

“It's going to take sometime to fill up”

Still watching his body change, I don't hold it and ask

“How?” he shrugs and answers “For the movie, babe”he holds my wrists and pulls me against his chest and it’s hot, I immediately put my lips on his neck, he moans and grabs my ass tightly.

I go down slowly licking and kissing every inch of slightly salty skin, I pass my tongue in a circle through his nipples, I bite gently and it makes him moan and smirk.

I raise my eyes and see that he is following every move I make. I go down slowly while my hands undo the knot of his shorts, I slide my hand inside and I feel his pulsating, I notice the small wet spot of excitement over his boxers and pull his cock out slowly, just the tip, light pink mush head already drooling pre cum.

I look at him again, he grabs my hair and says softly:

“Suck me” I run my thumb through the head, spreading the pre cum, I say:

“Is that what you want?” he moans begging “Yea yea do it” taking his hand behind my head he grabs the back of my neck against his cock, I feel his trimmed pubhair next to my nose.

On my knees I run my hands through his thighs, pull a little his boxers leaving only his cock out, hold it and pass my tongue all over his shaft, reaching the tip cleaning the pre cum, hold by the base near the balls and put it in my mouth, feeling it touch my throat. He gasps, I can feel how ready he is to fuck me any minute.

Between sucking and licking I go up, licking his body until I stand up and pushing him to sit on the edge of the bed, I climb on his lap, I sit on top of his hard cock rubbing myself, grabbing his hair and kiss him slowly, savoring his mouth, his mustache pinching me. He holds me by the thighs and gets up, he interrupts the kiss and looks at the hottub that is ready, he says:

“Let's go?”

Pedro lets me go and hold his hand guiding him to the jacuzzi, his gaze fixed on my body, as if he had never wanted me as much as he does now.

My trembling legs can barely climb the steps without faltering, when I reach the edge, I pull him close to my body and wrap the back of his neck in my left hand, causing his face to go close to mine, my right hand slides through his tummy til it reaches his hard on, holding his cock I feel him twitching at my touch.

I bring my lips closer to his with a soft kiss I go down to his neck passing my tongue slowly until I get close to his ear I say low:

“Your turn” whispering I hook my fingers to the waistband of his shorts and I take it off, as the clothes go down my body follows, his cock jumping on my face, getting on my knees to him.

I take off his shorts throwing them to the side, untie his NB’s throwing same side as the shorts. I raise my eyes to find his eyes that I believe at no time have deviated from me.

I hold his thigh with my left hand while the right goes up to to his dick and start stroking him, he sighs and throws his head back, his breath getting panting again getting heavier as I accelerate the movements, the tip of his pink cock getting full of pre cum

“Oh fuck... Fuck” he moans while I touch him, I can feel his thigh muscles contracting every time I run my thumb over the head of his cock and sucking my finger looking at him

“Let me fuck that mouth... Let me” I barely give him time to beg and start sucking him, he moans so hot, putting a hand on my head, holding my hair in his fist, dictating the rhythm he wants.

“Your mouth is so hot, so fucking hot babe” he talks among moans and hisses. I'm already dripping, the excitement taking over my body. Pedro pushes my head against his cock, making me choke, it makes my pussy pulsate.

He knows he could fuck my mouth all night long, but he remembers that there is something better waiting for him, so grabbing my hair he pulls me up, leaving me standing in front of him. He looks to the side, towards the windows that frame the landscape outside.

“This view, I thought about you several times while looking at it” he turns me around, leaving me with my back to him, I feel his skin hot a thin layer of sweat. Pedro holds my hair and with his lips close to my ear, feeling the hot and panting breath, it's all so intoxicating.

“Yeah, it's pretty “ I agree, the view is beautiful, but my body can't focus on what my eyes see, the excitement has taken over me, so I close my eyes and let the feeling of his body glued to mine dominate me.

“Open your eyes” he says with his chin resting on my shoulder, I feel Pedro lower his fingers going down my back, scratching me going towards my ass, his fingers playing with my panties, pulling down so slowly, taking off my panties he throws in a corner, his right hand between my legs rising together more until he finds my pussy, his index and middle finger sliding through my wet pussy, Pedro bites my ass and gets up licking my back until he reaches my neck, keeping his hand over my pussy and whispers in my ear:

“I came in the hot tub thinking about you, you know? Watching this view, and now... Now I'm going to make you cum the same way.”

Then Pedro slide two fingers inside me, with precise movements, I try to muffle my moans, covering my mouth, he pulls my hand and holds my arm behind my back making me get closer to him.

He is not fast, the movements are calm and precise, a calculated torture. Every time he fucks I feel my pussy squeeze around his fingers.

He takes out his fingers and circles my waist slowly, going down his hand he begins to make circular movements on my clit, making me arch my back, I'm so close to cumming, I close my eyes without feeling and he quickly orders

“Open your eyes my little bitch, open!“ he talks while fast the movements on my clit, I feel the orgasm approaching

“I want you cumming enjoying the view... Just enjoying the view babe “ he again slides two fingers in my pussy roughly, his palm rubbing my clit, that's enough and makes me cum on his fingers, he moaning in my ear satisfying himself with my pleasure. My body trembles glued to his body, Pedro gets even harder, I can feel him against my ass.

He holds my waist and turns me to him, kissing me I feel my body still shaking, recovering from orgasm.

“I love how your body responds so fucking well to me” he lowers his head and licks the curve of my neck, distributing bites

“And I want more” I say while I feel his tongue torture me, walking around my neck, I close my eyes and I feel his cock poking my stomach, leaving it wet with pre cum.

Pedro say softly everything he wants to do to me, only the sound of his low and hoarse voice is enough to excite me more and more. I put my hand between our bodies and stroke him, feeling how his cock is pulsating, how hot it is feeling his breath in my ear.

“ I want you so bad in this jacuzzi babe, but right now i need to feel you... Be inside you” Pedro says this by holding my neck so that I look him in the eyes and puts the fingers that were in my pussy in his mouth, proving my taste, he closes his eyes while savoring me, moaning.

He takes my hand and guides me to the edge, he sits down and I watch his body, his back touching the marble, he opens his legs and my eyes rise watching the shapely thighs, his cock twitching over his stomach, his hair even more shaggy.

It's an unbearable sight.

“ Ride me, sit on me….” a moan escapes from my throat with his order, as I'm going down to ride him he slaps my right thigh hard.

“Sit with your back to me, slut “ I love it when he curses me like that.

I crouch down and feel him holding his cock and rubbing it through the entrance of my folds, hitting my clit torturing me.

Pedro moans some Spanish words in my ear, hearing him speaking like that is what makes me pulse and sit on his cock, feeling him fill me completely.

With a loud moan I feel his desperate hands holding my waist, guiding the movements, back and forth back and forth…I squeeze his cock and that's enough for Pedro to bite my shoulder and hold my neck with his left hand, with his right he grabs me tightly, going down his hand to swipe my breasts, squeezing and pulling my nipples. He holds my neck and pulls me making me stick my back to his chest

“My favorite bitch you love to squeeze my cock huh? Come on, give me one fucking more... Cum for papi” he says this between bites, Pedro slides his hand until he finds my clit, his fingers circling hard making me scream, but my screams and moans are being strangled by his hand on my neck, I feel my vision dark but it's so good that I don't say anything but moans and supplications.

I grind rubbing myself, my hands holding his legs, feeling my body slip by his, I'm close I know he knows, he feels my body, he knows my body like no one else.

“Cum on my cock my little bitch! Now!” and with the order he gives I cum, strong, he lets go of my neck and holds the back of my neck making me turn to look into his eyes, he reaches my lips, kissing me Pedro swallows all my moans and screams of the spasm I just felt cumming with his cock inside me.

I start to close my legs, he growls and bites my lower lip, releasing my hair he holds my leg preventing me from closing them.

“Cum again I want to feel it” I don't know if my body can take it, but I want to give it everything he wants.

“Please please please” he lets go of my lips and holds the back of my neck, looking me in the eyes he says laughing:

“Fuck, you look so fucking sexy when you beg”

“Let's go into the hot tub, hottie” I say without strength due to the strong orgasm of seconds ago

_He wants more, I'll give it to him_

I get up feeling my legs tremble, I climb the step and sit on the edge, Pedro enters the bathtub and dives in, he crawls to me and with a movement he runs his hands on his hair fixing them, he crawls to me like a snake, he reaches the button behind me and turns on the hydromassage.

He drops his hands down my thighs to my knees, he makes me open my legs, he pushes me so that I'm almost lying down, approaching his face he begins to torture me, giving slow licks along with bites through the inside of my thighs, always looking into my eyes

“You gonna cum in my mouth now” he says and runs his tongue slowly through my clit, while whispering “Do you understand?” With his thumbs he opens my pussy to have a perfect angle, he sucks and pulls his lips, sticking his tongue in me as if it were his cock. He lifts one of my legs on his shoulder, leaving me more exposed.

I observe that his right hand goes back into the water, he's jerking off while sucking me, it's hard to keep my eyes open, I force my body to observe everything, I'm almost cumming and with weak moans I beg him to fuck me.

“You so dirty doing this” he looks at me with dark eyes and says with his mouth on my thigh distributing bites and hickeys.

“Do you want dirty?” no chance to answer he pulls me by the legs, making me scream with fright and fall into the water.

Pressing me against the wall of the bathtub he climbs a hand on my face, squeezing my cheeks making me open my mouth he spits on my tongue, waiting for me to swallow, then kissing me so hungry that I feel my lips hurt.

He kisses me and drags his lips to my ear to moan and growl my name.I accidentally scratch his back, he stop and says calmly:

“Don't do it bitch, otherwise you will regret it” he wraps his arm behind my head, making it my support, then he positions his cock in my pussy and slides inside me, I moan loudly, he puts his free hand over my lips and talks while punching me.

“Shut up you cunt hmmm” he fucks harder. The water following our movements, my mouth meets his again, I go towards his chin, his jaw, his beard scratching my face is too much for me.

Our bodies burned even in already cold water, it was as if we were able to set the room on fire at any time.

The touch of his hands on my body gives me goosebumps, it's so good, so soft but also so delirious.

He grabs my hips, pulling my body against his, his cock still buried inside me, pulsating feeling my pussy squeeze, feeling that hot pain.

His arms slide around my waist and lift me up and when I can tell, I'm out of the jacuzzi, sitting again on the edge. He gets up slowly, teasing me I can't divert my eyes from his body, the wet skin, the drops of water that run down his tummy until it drips to find his cock.

It can be the longing speaking or simply the Mediterranean air does it good, which I know is he is exhaling a sexuality that drives me crazy.

“What do you want now, huh?”

I ask while he offers his hand to me helping me get up

“We gonna wet the whole bed if we go there like this…”

“No problem babe” he says as he approaches me putting his hands on my waist, with his face almost glued to mine, forehead with forehead, his eyes never abandon me, this is something Pedro always has: eye contact.

“You can sleep with me in my room, in my bed.. if anyone see, i really don't care”

My body is taken by an excitement, I don't know if it's why he doesn't mind having me in his room, in a hotel full of actors and people who know him, or because of his cock that throbs against my stomach while I answer

“So in that case I think we have to take the risk” he smiles, that beautiful smile, he holds my hand and leads me to the bed, when we get to the foot of the bed I push him and make him lie down

“Oh.. so you want to be in control now? “ he says as he pulls a pillow under his head, giving a little smile

“show me what you want.. show me...”

I climb on top of him, one leg on each side of his hip, holding his cock I fit in my pussy and sit slowly, feeling him open me, centimeter by centimeter, this makes him release a slow moan with his eyes closed.

“Oh fuck... Your pussy is my weakness... My fucking weakness” he speaks as he opens his eyes and watches my pussy swallow him as I start riding, leaning my hands on his chest I feel his cock so deep in me that he touches my G-spot.

“Do you like it huh? Like it when your little bitch rides you” I can feel another orgasm forming on me, I take a hand off his chest and put two fingers in his mouth, Pedro sucks and then I drag the same hand to touch my clit, it makes him moan and slap my ass.

“I love to see you touching yourself babe... Fuck don't stop don't stop!”

I keep riding while I masturbate, our eyes are attached to each other my body begins to beg to cum, Pedro holds my hip so tightly that I know I will have marks to remember. He guides my movements, I'm close

“I'm gonna cum... please cum with me” I speak while grinding faster feeling my pleasure swallowing me “Please Pedro cum inside me...”

I cum on his cock and feel the hot jet of cum fill me, cumming next to me, moaning and saying disconnected words.

A few seconds pass and I'm still riding on him, trying to make my body obey and move, he looks at me and laughs.

Pedro pulls me and kisses me, in fact two desperate mouths hitting each other, uncontrolled tongues, bites and sighs.

He interrupts the kiss and holds my neck, fingers rubbing the sweaty skin, he can feel the pulsating vein of my neck, he slides until he curls his fingers on the back of my neck, holding a handful of hair between his fingers, he pulls back, making my face stand up to him, looking into my eyes he speaks calmly and slowly

“Get on your knees... I'm not done with you yet” I get up from the bed soon he gets up and holds my hair forcing me down I feel the icy floor hitting my knees that contrast of the cold with my indented body, I look at him, imposing looking at me from above, like a Greek god, he has his cock pointing at my face, his sweaty red chest, his hair sticking to his forehead the irregular breathing, his lips half-open looking for fresh air.

“Come on, walk like a good daddy's dog that you are babe” he says that and pushes me to get on all fours on the floor, crawl for a few meters, he holding my hair as if it were a leash, he pulls me and making me stop walking, I sit on my heels and look into his eyes, my hands walk through his thighs, my eyes show all the horniness I'm feeling, they talk more than my own mouth would be able to say.

“Suck very very slowly... you understood?I want you to taste me again” I nod my head confirming, licking my lips when I see his cock getting hard again so close.

_God, should be a crime for him to be so hot_

He holds his cock by the base and rubs it on my face, wetting with pre cum, hitting my mouth teasing me.

I open my lips, I put my tongue out and it sticks to the bottom of my throat, I choke a little but I don't push it away, without cutting the eye contact my nails stick in his thighs, as if they were my life-saving boat, the air that my lungs need.

“Yeah babe like that slowly...” he moans and throws his head back, both hands tangled in my hair, holding a ponytail he guides my mouth the way he wants to fuck.

Pedro moves his hands away from my head and I see that he takes a bottle of champagne, he leans a little back and pours champagne down his body, soon I feel the alcohol trail coming into contact with my lips and his cock, making it a unique and extremely dangerous flavor.

“Do you like to swallow me like that bitch? Huh? Swallow it all” he pours more champagne and I swallow everything I can, push my lips away and keep sucking only the head of his dick, sucking hard and stroking him. My eyes never abandon his, he takes a few sips of champagne, the sight of him standing, wet with champagne while drinking straight from the bottle is suffocating, I put my left hand in my pussy and play with my clit, I want to cum admiring him, I want to give him an orgasm just with his cock in my mouth.

I suck his balls, one of each, feeling them contrairem on my tongue, he moans more when I do that. So I swallow him again, wrapping my tongue to the base and sticking it deep in my throat

“Fuck, that's what I want... Touch yourself for me, you cum on your fingers while swallowing my hot cum... Do you want that hot cum in the back of your throat?” I don't answer, I just stick his cock up to my throat and suck hard, with quick movements, my fingers circling my clit hard, I feel his cock pulse and then 4 jets of hot cum go down my throat, mixing with the champagne that was still present on my tongue.

I cum with him, feeling my pussy pulsate.

“Ohhh fuck you... Ahhh babe yeah like that... Fucking bitch”

When he starts having spasms of pleasure I take him out of his mouth, looking into his eyes and making the best whore face, I run my index finger through my lips and suck, showing him that I didn't let any drop of cum be wasted.

Pedro pulls me by the hair, holding my neck tightly and kisses me, not caring about feeling his own taste, he kisses me and holds my hand, interrupting the kiss but without diverting his eyes from mine, he licks my fingers and bites gently.

“Damn...you gonna kill me…”

I laugh and sink my face into his neck, the smell of sweat, sex and skin is intoxicating, I lick the salty taste of his skin and kiss his jaw

“Babe... let's go to the jacuzzi now.. relax?”

He smiles and take me to the jacuzzi, we already know where this will probably end.

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ask and you shall receive !! part two of tarot-verse !! read part one here !!

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“Robs, do you really think this is going to work?”

“Well normally I would say yes. It's pretty straight-forward and I don’t think you’re leaving a lot of room for misinterpretation. But at the same time, Eddie has been demonstrating some particularly impressive levels of obliviousness when it comes to the way you go all goo-goo eyes at him.”

Steve opens his mouth to dispute her claim, he does not go all goo-goo eyes at him, but gets cut off.

“That and the fact that he’s all in his head over a scenario he literally made up. So I don't know, it might be hopeless.”

Steve just blinks for a second.

“Wow. Thank you, Robin, for that very motivating pep talk.” He runs a hand through his hair. “I am feeling much more confident now, that's really great.”

She huffs on the other end of the line. “Well, I just mean that-”

He holds up a hand even though she can’t see him. “No, no. I got it.” He perks up at the sound of a door slamming in the driveway. “Hey, he’s here Robbie. I gotta go.”

Robin's screech has him pulling the phone away from his ear. “Good luck, dingus!”

“Thanks Robs. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

He hangs up and wipes his, now clammy, hands on the front of his jeans and psychs himself up.

“Come on Steve. Be cool.”

A musical knock that Steve would know anywhere sounds through the foyer and he has to tamp down the smile threatening to split his face. This is serious.

He swings open the door just as Eddie’s hand is poised to knock again and cuts him off before he can even start to speak.

“Okay. I know I asked you to come over so we could smoke and watch that movie you like but can I show you something first?”

Eddie’s eyebrows furrow but his smile doesn’t drop.

“Course, Stevie. Why so serious? What did you do, rob a bank?” He asks, shouldering his way past and making his way to the living room and hopping over the back of the couch.

Steve knows the moment Eddie sees them. His shoulders stiffen up and his breath catches. Steve hurries to placate.

“Hey, I know. I’m sorry just-” If he runs his hand through his hair again it's going to go flat but he can't break the habit. “Just let me show you?”

Eddie settles back into the couch and gives Steve a quick nod.

Steve takes a breath and grabs his stack of cards from the coffee table and settles on the other end of the couch.

Okay, Steve. Just like you rehearsed.

Another deep breath.

“Two summers ago Robin told me she wanted to learn how to read tarot. She bought a deck and tried to learn on her own, but she had a hard time memorizing what all of them meant.”

Eddie huffs a quiet laugh. “No shit. Shit’s hard.”

Steve laughs too. “Yeah, I know that now. But, she had a hard time with it so I told her I would learn and help her practice. And I did. And she got really good at it and she brought them everywhere and she did readings for people constantly. But then she eventually got bored and stopped.”

Eddie shifts and uncrosses his arms. Finally looks less like he’s ready to bolt.

“What, do you just have like a rolodex of stuff you’ve learned for Robin that she doesn’t care about anymore?”

“I think of it more like an old toybox.” This gets a laugh out of Eddie. “But this one– this one stuck with me. I forgot about it for a while but a while back, a few days pre-vecna oddly enough, I pulled a reading for myself and I wanted to show you.”

Eddie’s eyes dart between his own for a beat. He tilts his head a bit.

“I would love to see it, Stevie. But I’m not understanding what was so urgent about this. I thought it was gonna be about the whole,” he waves his hand around while he talks, “you watching me make myself look stupid the other day.”

Steve hates the dejected tone his voice has taken on behind his false bravado.

“It is! I mean, I’ve never thought you looked stupid. But, I mean I kind of goaded you into it, just– just let me talk you through this and I promise it’ll all make sense.”

Eddie sits back again. “Okay sweetheart. Wow me.”

Steve takes a deep breath because this part is a bit like baring his soul to Eddie.

“So when I pulled this reading. I was feeling really confused about what was in store for me. I decided to dust off my cards and see what happened.”

He pulls four cards right off the top of the deck and lays them out face down. Flips the first one.

Judgement.

“I got judgement first. Now, I know you know what it means, but I’m going to tell you my interpretation.”

When Steve looks back up at him, Eddie’s got his chin propped in his hand and the stars back in his eyes.

“Judgement told me to stop looking for things in the same places I’d always looked. That I should look somewhere different. Now granted I didn’t know what that meant yet, but it was just the start.”

Flips the second card.

The Moon.

“You would think that maybe I would’ve taken the hint with this one. It’s the one that tells you, ‘Hey! Stop lying to yourself! Listen to your intuition!’ But still I didn’t know what that was supposed to mean either.”

He skips ahead and flips the last card and Eddie looks confused and goes to flip the third card himself.

“Call me crazy, Stevie, but I think you skipped one.”

Steve bats his hand away.

“Shut up. I know that, but there’s an order to this story.”

Eddie puts his hands up in a gesture of innocence and Steve taps the fourth card.

The Lovers.

“This one made me finally start to piece this one together. Maybe I needed to start looking for a different type of girl, ya know? Clearly I was gonna fall in love and I needed to start looking in new places for whoever it was.”

He brings his eyes up to meet Eddie’s.

“Maybe a farmer’s market.”

Eddie throws his head back in a laugh.

“But this last card had me so confused because it didn’t fit into this lineup at all. In my experience, when a card doesn’t really fit, it might need to be read more literally. And I found out later that this one was meant to be taken very literally. Like, very.”

He flips the final card.

The Devil.

“Because a few days later, I met you.”

Eddie squints at him, but he's smiling.

“That feels like an insult, babe.”

Steve can literally feel his cheeks flush at Eddie’s effortless flirting.

“Okay, well I can only think of one person who was accused of devil-worship in this town, so.”

“That’s fair,” Eddie nods.

“And I had this stupid big crush on you before I even remembered the reading. When I did it got so much worse. And then, last weekend, I saw your cards and I thought it would be fun to see what kind of reading you would pull for me. Thought maybe that would be my chance to tell you how I felt. I was going to wait for you to tell me about whatever you pulled and then tell you I knew that already.”

Eddie shifts to sling an arm around Steve’s shoulder and lets him finish.

“But then I saw those cards and I knew you were making stuff up and I thought it was because you didn't want it to be you.”

Eddie’s face falls for a second before Steve bumps their noses together.

“But then you were being so weird at the farmer’s market so I talked to Robs about it and she told me we're both stupid.”

Steve feels more than he hears Eddie’s laugh.

“I would have to agree with Birdie on that one. Steve, has anybody ever told you you have an insane poker face?”

Steve hides his face and laughs.

“No, that's a new one.”

Eddie puts on his most dramatic voice again.

“Well allow me to be the first. Because that was a phenomenal performance. I had no idea that you knew I was talking out of my ass.”

“Well you do that a lot anyway, so.”

Eddie squawks and shoves Steve to fall backwards until he’s in his space, looking down with a blinding smile.

“So, cards tell you anything about a first date?”

Steve’s hands settle around Eddie’s waist and his eyes dart around his face.

“We could ask. But I can think of a better way to spend our time.”

Eddie bends down and nips at the side of Steve’s jaw, hums.

“Yeah? Hm. I think it might be worth an ask.”

Steve huffs and brings his his hands to either side of his face to tug him down.

“Shut up.”

Eddie’s laughing the first time their lips meet.

He bites and tugs at Steve’s bottom lip to get his attention.

“I can’t believe you called me the devil.”

Steve’s eyes are hazy and his smile lazy.

“Yeah but you’re my devil.”

Eddie laughs and leans down to peck at the corner of his mouth.

“And you’re my magician.”

⛓️🪄🔮

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[saltygilmores]

Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls- 3x9-Deep Fried Korean Thanksgiving- Part 1

It's 6:30am on the 4th of July. It feels like as a good a time as any to write about a Thanksgiving episode. I am quite fond of this episode, it's one of my favorites. It includes a historical first: which is Lorelai being kinda nice to Jess? Hooray! It's a Thanksgiving miracle! But off to the house fire with him again for Black Friday. I cannot, however, even in the spirit of Julyskiving, be nice to Lorelai when describing this episode. This is, after all, the "Just because you and Rory broke up doesn't mean we did" episode. Would you mind taking a Niceness Raincheck, Lorelai? I doubt it will be useful in s3. For the time being, just accept all of the comedic verbal beatdowns that you have coming from me. On with Julyskiving.

Jess can sympathize with Pete. But he's beating his meat instead of eggs. This one is a bit borderline, but it qualifies for a check on the "thinly veiled sexual reference" square on my Bingo Card. I cannot take my eyes off this mug Michel is holding and "sipping" from because it's the emptiest Empty Mug I've seen so far on this show. I've seen some empty cups on this show but dang, this one is empty.

Me looking for love in all the wrong places.

Heh heh. We learn that Lorelai has faked illness and poor cellphone reception (that's not terribly hard in 2002, the year of our lord) to try and weasel out of the last two FND's. Why, you ask? Because she's still hopping mad at Emily and Richard for...taking Rory on a trip to look at a school that wasn't Harvard. Emily Gilmore, the Queen that she is, lays down that in no uncertain terms that Lorelai will have to spend Thanksgiving doing FND. Emily won’t allow Lorelai get in a word in edgewise, complain, or protest 🫡 so Lorelai lays down like a dog and submits. I love to see it.

*checks off "Millennial Pop Culture Reference" on the Bingo Card* Have I mentioned how much I love the 35 year old extras playing high school students?

Not anymore he ain't. Just ride it out for another 3 short years. girl. Reese will be history by 2006. He never married again, either. "Is it me, or did everything the teacher say sound dirty? I mean come on, reticulum? The golgi body? Does that sound majorly pornographic or what?" Heh heh. Yeah. I'm scandalized by the use of the word "pornographic" on this wholesome show. We learn that Louise's father is in prison for an unspecified crime. I love Madelyn & Louise lore, don't you? Paris wanted to volunteer at a soup kitchen to pad her Ivy League resume but no one would take her. She will be ever so lonely on Thanksgiving and needs a place to spend the holiday. *bats eyelashes at Rory* Madelyn plans to spend Thanksgiving filling out applications for safety schools. Paris agres that is incredbly important to weigh as many options as possible when applying to colleges. Rory, meanwhile , remembers that just a short while ago, her Mommy had a nuclear meltdown in public and shut her grandparents out for weeks over the mere idea of her even looking at or thinking about a backup school. Much like the time she realized she forgot to enroll in extra cirricular activities, this is someone who is quietly contemplating just how badly she's boned. Academically speaking.

Paris receives a return call on her ancient cellphone from a soup kitchen, with whom she tries to wrangle a volunteer opportunity. This is how Rory looks at Paris angrily ranting at a charitable organization:

Paris may not be able to pad her college application by helping the needy this year, but she will always be a volunteer in the soup kitchen of Rory's heart.

OMG. Could it be? Is that...the window concession stand from s1?

IT IS! IT IS! I love that little guy! I thought the fragile small town economy had swallowed up another beloved business! You ladies are just gonna walk past and not pick me up a fiesta burger and onion rings, huh? Besides snubbing a small business that has to compete with Luke's and could really use the help, ahem, Rory and Lorelai's Thanksgiving itinerary includes dinner at the elder gilmores, Sookie's, Lane's, and Luke's. They then decide to cut Luke from their schedule, because ol Grumpy Gus doesn't care about holidays and he won't miss them.

And so what if he did? Peace and harmony will be achieved when the people of The Hollow are free and able to be their true and authentic sexual selves.

None of which they'll pay for.

"Such a food rut we're in!" Concession Stand Guy would like a word.

Ya'll are just filthy. You're making jokes about stuffing each other a day before this wholesome holiday. Continue. Please. Lorelai informs Luke that they can't make it for Thanksgiving tomorrow. He seems quietly shattered. *Mr Lonely plays*

Perhaps you can un-disappoint him by paying for your food. So moved were the Gilmore GIrls by Luke's rare, almost visible display of emotion, that they decide they can work him into their schedule after all.

Batten down the hatches, guy. The Gilmores are coming. To your restaurant. Just like they do every day. Multiple times a day. Sometimes after you've already closed. Always eating, never paying.

Rory emptied two beach pails of Ben and Jerry's ice cream in one sitting after Dean dumped her. She ain't wrong. Stay tuned for the next chapter where I will explore the re-appearance of the vomit green puffy coat, Rory's continued pre occupation with Dean, Lorelai's continued pre occupation with Dean (the re emergence of the DALA), comedic thoughts about Black Friday, and much more.

[joanofexys]

omg can I ask about ur minyard ocs??? 👀👀

YES I CAN (and sorry for taking so long)

I am still undecided on if the Minyard twins (pt 2) will be part of my oc canon but they have certainly existed in my head for a hot minute (made them 3 years ago and forgot about them)

ig I should probably include tws. Nothing in detail but mentions of abuse, suicide, and SA

Sawyer Minyard

she/her

31

4'11

criminal defense attorney

has never played a sport in her life and doesn't plan to start

aroace

audhd combo + chronic depression

Saide Minyard

they/them (will respond to any but they/them is preferred as their gender can best be describe as "idk a blob of energy or whatever")

31

5'1

tattoo artist

played exy throughout high school and college but had no interest in going pro

played as a striker

has a bachelor's degree in psychology, never got their masters

also has the audhd combo + bipolar

Unlike the other set of Minyard twins these two were never separated, though Tilda did give them both up. Do I remember if it was mentioned how old Tilda was when she had Aaron and Andrew? No. So we're smudging the timeline however we need to for this like 10-ish year age gap between both sets of twins

Saide and Sawyer are obviously not identical if you read their height difference. And Saide will probably hold onto being the tallest Minyard sibling for the rest of their life

Saide and Sawyer for the first half of their lives were raised by a very loving foster mother who decided to file for permanent guardianship when they were 7 but due to some vague legal trouble that I haven't developed yet it falls through and the two end up being removed from her home

Thankfully the two stay together but they end up bouncing around the system for awhile and they both grow angry of it. For Sawyer this manifests in her throwing herself into school, an obsession with the justice system, and an anger with law enforcement (girl hates cops with a passion). For Saide it's finding any way to get out of their head. Parties, drugs, sex. Not all of it consensual. A lot of heavy and unhealthy self medication.

They split up for the first time ever for college. Sawyer moves across the country, a full ride with a good school that should get her into a good law school. Saide stays in state, a full ride playing exy, and they figure they'll take what they can get.

They both start receiving help in college. Sawyer attempts suicide for the first time at 21 years old as the contact with her sibling has grown more inconsistent, she has few friends, and she finds herself struggling to keep up with certain required classes she feels no passion for. She starts going to therapy afterwards but receives no diagnosis.

Saide gets diagnosed with ADHD and bipolar II their sophomore year after an outburst at a teammate, followed by three days of them being missing (out getting high and drunk and having sex they weren't fully aware was happening. crashing on friends couches and in their cars) and them returning to college with the following crash and depressive episode. They start trying different medication, stop drinking and doing drugs (with a few relapses on the way despite their insistence that they were never an addict), and started seeing a counselor provided by their colleges mental health service.

Junior year is when Saide starts experimenting with their gender. They go from he/him to he/they to she/they to she/he/they back to he/they and then they/them. That same year they start their tattoo apprenticeship while working toward their psych degree.

Sawyer gets her polisci degree, Saide gets their psych degree, and Sawyer gets accepted to an amazing law school (haven't decided which one cause y'all I have beef with Ivy League's and shit). They're roommates while Sawyer goes to law school. They both move again and get an apartment together. Saide gets a job with a local tattoo place and Sawyer is obviously a full time student. They're pretty cramped in there but they make it work

It's not until Sawyer either is a practicing lawyer or around the time she's taking the bar that the two find out about Andrew and Aaron. They've never had reason to think about other siblings. And obviously Andrew and Aaron had no reason to think they existed. But maybe something comes up with Nicky's adoption process for the two of them and the connection ends up being made

They're distant. Obviously neither of them can pack up and move again to take care of two siblings they don't even know. But there's a small effort made. Sawyer will always call Aaron back. If she's getting home at 3 am after sorting through piles of clients paperwork. Saide writers letters that he's 90% sure Aaron doesn't read and that Andrew throws straight in the trash. But they know they're there. It's probably not until Aaron and Andrew are in college and the events of the books starts going down that they really get connected. Because I'm sorry to Sawyer Minyard, vcious criminal defense attorney, who has to get the phone call that her brother killed a man and no it's not the one she thinks it is.

And this is getting long but yeah that's a bit about them

[marvelmymarvel]

Guardian (Part 11)

Jiraiya x Sarutobi!Reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12

Synopsis: Your brother gave you an assignment, "Go ask Sakumo Hatake if he needs help with his newborn." It was a simple task, but it snowballed into so much more.

Tags: @twilightlover2007

Naruto Masterlist: Here

A/n: it's short but wanted to get it out 😄

Kakashi seemed nervous as he looked himself over once more in the mirror by the door. "Kakashi honey, it's okay to be nervous. This is your first team! And Minato Namikaze is a great teacher. You know, Jiraiya was the one that trained him all those years ago. So you'll be just fine." Your words, while sounding reassuring, annoyed him. He wasn't nervous! Pft. If anything, he was excited. He glared in your direction, but they softened at your teary eyes. Your lips were pulled into a loving smile and a sniffle soon followed.

"Mooooom." He whined in embarrassment, "Stop crying!!"

Jiraiya chuckled from the kitchen as he overheard you sputtering like a baby over the young boy. He peeked into the room to see you holding him in a tight hug, words of admiration and love flying from you like there was no tomorrow. Kakashi was growing more embarrassed as time went on, but he let you get it out of your system. If you did all of this now, in the privacy of your home, then you wouldn't do it in front of his classmates.

But he was very very wrong.

"Oh, my baby!!! I can't believe you're joining your first team!" Your cries had every parent and teacher looking your way. If Kakashi could disappear, he would. "Mom, please, you're embarrassing me," He grumbled as he tried to motion for Jiraiya to help him, but the man simply shook his head. There was no stopping you right now. Kakashi's eyes widened as he saw Minato walking towards them, "Mom. I beg of you-"

"Minato! How have you been?" Jiraiya called out as he met the man halfway with his hand outstretched. Minato smiled brightly at his old sensei before shaking his hand. "I've been good. You must be Kakashi!" Minato called out over your wailing. Finally, having enough of you coddling him, Kakashi broke free from your embrace. "Yes, sir! I apologize for my mother, sir-"

"Oh, that's quite alright. How are you Y/n?"

Kakashi's face fell as he looked between you two in confusion. "How do you know my mom?" You snorted at the question; he always forgot who you were. "Kakashi… Honey, I'm the Hokage's sister. Every shinobi knows who I am. I also did help Jiraiya a little with training Minato."

Kakashi's eyebrows furrowed at that last part, once more realizing that there were many things he didn't know about you. When he didn't say anything, you nodded at Minato, encouraging him to say hello properly. He nodded quickly before turning back to Minato, "I'm Kakashi Hatake, sir! It's very nice to meet you. I'm looking forward to the training I will receive under you!"

Minato smiled brightly at him before ruffling his hair, "You have your mother's excitement, that's for sure. Shall we meet the other two genin on our team? They're waiting by the door."

Kakashi nodded excitedly as he followed Minato back to the school. Jiraiya noticed some stray tears forming in your eyes and moved to stand beside you, pulling you into his side in a comforting way. Kakashi threw a wave back at you as they neared the entrance, and you waved back, trying your best to seem excited for him.

But you knew this was where it all began. Soon he'd go on missions. Easy missions at first. Then they'd morph into something more, something deadlier. With the neighboring nations still having conflict, you were worried a shinobi war would start while he was still this young.

"He'll be okay. He's a strong kid."

You had no idea why you had been so nervous for this day. It wasn't that you doubted him. You knew Kakashi was strong enough. Your throat grew dry as a memory surfaced, making you inhale sharply at the conversation. Jiraiya looked down at you expectantly, waiting for you to explain the sudden shift in attitude. "I just wish he'd fix that mindset of his. I'm afraid it's going to get someone killed." Jiraiya nodded solemnly at that, knowing immediately what you were talking about. He has experienced a couple of other arguments recently about this specific topic.

"I'll never be like him. A mission comes before a comrade."

"I try so hard to change him. To make him see that his father was a good shinobi who made a difficult choice. But I can't get to him-"

"Maybe he'll meet someone that will do that for you. He won't listen to you. But maybe he'll listen to a comrade, a friend." Jiraiya lifted his hand and rubbed his knuckle along your cheek, coaxing you out of your tunnel vision. "You're right… I just hope he learns before it's too late."

"The white fang of the leaf was a hero!"

Your head whipped around at the statement, eyes wide as you caught sight of Team Minato coming out of the training grounds. Kakashi's lunch shook in your fingers as you watched Kakashi fire back a rebuttal to the boy who claimed his father was a hero. A girl followed close behind, and you could tell she wanted to stay out of it.

Your face scrunched up as they continued arguing about Sakumo; only the young girl noticed you along the tree line, but didn't say anything as you slinked back into the trees. "Saving your comrades is heroic, Kakashi!" The boy stated angrily, causing Kakashi to halt in his place. His nose twitched under his mask, and you could tell he was going to cry. Instead of saying anything, he pushed past the young boy and stormed back towards the school.

Your eyebrows crinkled as you cocked your head at the Uchiha symbol on the young boy's back. Kakashi never talked about his teammates, but it seemed he had a reason for that. The young girl shot a look towards where you were standing, and you moved deeper into the forest.

"Does Kakashi know you follow him?"

You whirled around wide-eyed before sighing at Minato standing on the tree branch. "I wasn't…." you stated simply as you raised the lunch for him to see, "I was just bringing his food."

Minato let out a hum before dropping down, looking at you expectantly. He knew you had a question but you were hesitant to ask, so he answered it for you. "The boy is Obito Uchiha-"

"Does he know that Kakashi is Sakumo's son?"

Minato shook his head, "I haven't told him yet. I'm hoping Obito can break that mindset Kakashi has. It's going to kill someone if he's not careful. Speaking of which, I was going to ask you for a favor."

You stared at him suspiciously before nodding at him to continue. Kakashi's cold demeanor was something you had been working on for years. It would seem that his teachers had been trying to do the same. "Push Kakashi to get closer to those two. I have a good feeling that they will be the only ones to help break his mindset."

[zuffer-weird-girl]

Happy birthday

"Honestly I'm still surprised how you can deal with my boy, even more that you go out of your way to all these stuff." Pops chuckled as he helped you with the bags along with Chrono while you almost dropped the heavy bags on the counter with a deep relieved sigh.

"Yeah, but I wonder why though-" Chrono grunted while putting the ingredients on the other side of the counter before leaning his back on it to cross his arms and look at you "Kai as far as I know don't and won't even care about his birthday (Y/n). You've been here enough to see that."

"Yeah, I do remember him replying once to me once that it was 'a year closer to death' when I wished him happy birthday." the old man crossed his arms over his chest while you widened your eyes for a bit in shock.

"Normally when people don't like their birthday is for a reason. A very sad reason sometimes..." You pointed out while taking the many ingredients out of the bag

"What is there for him to be sad about though?" Pops muttered in doubt as you hesitated a bit to answer, but the courage spoke louder.

"Did you guys forgot that he lived on the streets before coming here?" You mumbled before a heavy silence appeared in the room "Whatever happened before he came, was a heavy topic for him. So much that he won't even speak about it. And let's face it, living inside a yakuza house isn't one of the best healthy environments."

You looked at them before smiling a bit.

"With so much sour in his life you can understand why he does act like that. But as someone who loves him unconditionally, I want him to experience just a tad bit of sweetness in life. I want him to have at least good memories instead of traumatizing ones."

"You're such a good partner for that brat.." Pops commented as he wiped one tear out of his eye as Chrono widened his eyes at the action. Never had he saw the man crying.

"It's nothing! Really!" You waved your hands in the air "I'm sorry for the trouble I caused, I will get going from here. Thank you so much you two for helping me with the bags." You bowed to Pops and Chrono while they repeated the action.

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.

.

"Just a tad bit of chocolate..." You mumbled to yourself while mixing the ingredients together and soon putting the cake batter to the oven.

"Now we wait, decorate and beg that he doesn't have the same poker face as always..." You sighed while taking off your apron.

"Poker face?"

You shrieked loudly and let your apron fall on the ground to give the intruder a slap but your hand was quickly stopped by a more rough one, one that used gloves to be exact.

"Kai..." You gasped, dropping your hand and head with a sigh "You scared the life out of me here..."

"I won't apolitical due to the fact you tried to just slap me a few seconds ago." He muttered, his black face mask on as always.

"Oh, um the one scared to death and I don't even receive an apology." You bring your hand to your chest with a dramatic reaction while closing your eyes "Will it be a day when you don't break my heart?!"

"What are you doing?" He asked after explicit rolling your eyes at your actions. Golden eyes looking over your shoulder, the right one twitching a bit at the complete mess it was the kitchen sink.

"Don't spy on someone's else bussines, is rude." You blurted out while washing your hands.

"Is MY kitchen-" He almost gasped at felling your hands on his chest and straight up pushing him out of the room "(Y/n)-!"

"Oh my! Look at the hour! Shouldn't you be asleep?"

"(Y/n) answer me why does the counter look like a battle field!" He grunted as you "gently" pushed him out of the room with a smile.

"It doesn't. It just your mind talking-"

"I have eyes-"

"Don't you have a busy day tomorrow? Go to bed honey!"

"You know very well I-"

"Oh yeah you can't sleep without me! How sweet!" You snickered at his eyes widening at the same time his face grew at least 50 shades of red.

" I swear if someone heard you I-"

"Yeah yeah yeah, I'm busy but I will soon be at the bed so you can punish me for whatever kinky shot you're into alright?" You tried to sniffle your laugh at how his eyes got even wider and face even redder.

"(Y/N) I SWEAR TO GOD-"

"Don't shout love, you will wake up the whole house. Go to sleep." You said before kissing his covered cheek as he gagged before closing the sliding door in his face.

He whispered shouted your name a couple of times before giving up. He could easily open the door or just use his quirk to get in... but he was tired and just decided to let you be as he walked to his room, trying to calm down his heart beat tá just remembering your words.

"Little brat..." he groaned while rubbing his face in hopes that the heavy blush would dissappear before he looked himself in the mirror.

While in the other side of the door you leaned your back on the wall with a sigh.

"I sure lost the sense of living after realizing I am his weak spot." You giggled to yourself remembering his cherry cheeks "Well, back to my chore."

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He decided to ignore the cheeky smile you holded on your stupid gorgeous face as you finally came to sleep by his side. Grumbling like a old man at how you kissed his temple before laying down with him... he was blinking in and out of sleep, your warmth and hand on his back rubbing circles helping him to finally get a bit of slumber...

Only for clock informed that it was midnight you jumped out of the bed.

"What are you doing?" He grumbled when you hurried to put some robe on as he could notice even in the dark you were trying your best to contain your smile.

"I will be right back." You whispered before stopping at the door "Stay with your eyes closed?"

"I was until someone-"

"Kai please??" You pouted a bit as he groaned, flooding back down on the mattress and closing his eyes with a annoyed sigh as he heard your footsteps getting farther and farther away enough so him couldn't listen anymore.

It was silent only for the annoying sound of crinkets outside as he breathed in and out... starting to get a bit anxious at not hearing the dammed sound of your footsteps.

When he finally heard he could feel his muscles relaxing a bit and against his actions obeyed when you told him to sit up.

"What are you playing at?" He asked in annoyance but a tad bit of curiosity at your stubbornness about him staying with eyes closed.

"Just a moment..." he heard a click sound and he could tell that even with eyes closed, the room got a bit lighter "Ok.. you can open them now!" You whispered in glee.

When he opened them he could say he was a bit shocked... he had to squint his eyes a bit, but he could see the black forest cake standing mere inches away from with a single candle lit up... the cherries on top were placed, he could tell... he soon noticed that by the messy way of decorating it was made by you... but it looked just... amazing.

"What..." he whispered in shock as he could tell by the coner of his eyes you were smiling like a little kid that opened their gifts on a Christmas eve...

"Surprise!" You whispered shouted while holding the cake, carefull to not drop "I thought that maybe this year I could be the first one to wish you a happy birthday, without anyone around to comment you know?" You mumbled as he still didn't left the state of shock he was in.

"Birthday...?" He mumbled before widening his eyes in realization and looking at you in shock "You waited to strike midnight just to..." You nodded with a smile.

"Yeah! That was why I was in the kitchen earlier ... I had to finish this in time so it could be a fresh baked cake! Sorry if it's not as good as those pantries you like so much though..."

He blinked once again, staring at you face only being illuminated by the single fire light of the candle of the sweetness you were holding it.

"I... I don't know what to say to be honest." He manage to mumble before stating down at his lap.

"Well, I did caught you out of guard so.." You stopped talking at seeing, thanks for the candle, that he lowered down his head even more while his naked shoulders shaked the slightest bit "love..?"

He didn't answer which made you worry enough to put the cake on the nightstand.

"I'm sorry, did I upset you with this-" You gasped at his hand suddenly grabbing your wrist and pulling you down with strength enough to knock the air out of your lungs as his arms caged you between his chest, his face now burying on the top of your head as you laid awkwardly on his lap.

You were shocked to say the least.

"Kai..?" You muttered in the silence before hesitantly shaking a bit to get more comfortable to hug his naked form back.

You felt the slight and quiet sharp intake of breath near hour ear while you caressed his back a bit, deciding to not comment on the feel of wetness on your hair...

"I'm sorry." You muttered on his shoulder "I wanted to surprise you, not to make you feel like this .... should I have waited?"

It was quiet for a few seconds before he finally broke the hug, staring you down once again with a calm and collected look on his face despite the redness of his eyes.

"Perhaps it was a best decision... but it was a special surprise at last." He spoke quietly as you smiled at the rare cases where he cupped your cheek "why did you go out of your way, out of your schedule, to do this though? I know it's because of the date but why the bother?"

"People do crazy things when they love someone I guess..." You muttered as he blinked, the faintest of the smiles appearing on his lips.

"I suppose you're right..." he leaned in slowly to give you, you think, one of the most sweet and loving kisses you ever received from your life, making your heart to skip a beat even.

"Red suits you..." he mumbled after he broke the kiss as you chuckled.

"How can you tell I'm blushing?"

"Your cheek is warm..." he commented flatly as his thumb carried the apple of your left cheek "And the slight light of the candle helps a bit honestly..."

"Oh yeah!" You gasped, shuffling out of the bed to grab the cake once again "For some miracle is still on! Come on!" You extended the cake on just direction as he arched an eyebrow.

"Make a wish before the light go out!" You exclaimed as he deadpanned.

"I am not a child-"

"Just do this already! Or else I'm dropping this on this perfectly washed sheets!" You pouted as he shivered at the idea of getting the bed dirty.

Rolling his eyes, he inhaled a bit to blow the candle off as you cheered quietly. Shaking his head a bit he raised his hands to turn the light of the room on as you got up from the bed, still carefull to not drop the cake.

"You want a piece now?"

"Perhaps later.." he commented as you nodded, going to place the sweet back on the refrigerator maybe as you went out of the room, back a minute later "Can we sleep now?"

"Yeah yeah..." You chuckled, joining him in bed as you laid on your back, soon noticing he was staring at you even after turning the lights off. "Do you want something else?"

"I'm just surprised you didn't sing that stupid song." He muttered while laying down.

"You want me to?" You smiled in mischievous while he let out a chuckle escape his lips, allowing you to feel the slightest bit the warmth of his breath due to how close he was.

"God please no. Consider this a gift you can give it to me."

"Along with the others I got for you?" You sniffle a laugh at noticing his eyes widened.

"You what?"

"Surprise part 2, but only for tomorrow." You had the audacity to book his nose before he gently slapped your hand away.

"You're a lost cause." He sighed, his hand lowering down to hold onto your waist "... Thank you."

"Don't need to thank me for celebrating the day you were born..." You smiled at him humming and closing his eyes "I love you." You whispered while gently pecking his lips.

"... I love you too." You widened your eyes and jolted up to stare down at him as he deadpanned.

"What was that?" You smiled widely "I didn't hear you-" you totally did "Can you repeat it again?"

"I said: go to sleep you fool." He groaned while pulling you down again as you yelped and he hired a smile on your hair.

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"First time accepting a birthday wish of mine is sure surprising." Pops commented after shaking the young man hand while trying to not scolding him when he immediately changed his gloves.

"I suppose is not always about the lifespan those things..." he commented before widening his eyes at seeing you carry a lot of boxes on your hands as you smiled nervously.

"I may, MAY, have gone a bit overboard..."

"How much did you even spend on these...?" He growled, eyes darkening while glaring at you.

"It wasn't money from you! If it was I wouldn't even be able to have half of these!" Pops chuckled at the insulted gasp Chisaki let out.

[nightshade-shadow1976]

A Stars Personal Bank

I was going through some genshin hashtags of the harbingers and I saw a Sub!pantalone and as I scrolled through I saw some anons talking about man's with a pair of huge tits and some were either them being sensitive, piercings or both and one of them with a lactation kink, and I kinda got inspired by those anons asks so the credit mainly goes to them. (partial smut, suggestive, tit sucking(M!receiving))

also the oc is from my The star of the abyss is in another world story(oc aged up in this)

He was a fatui harbinger, she was from the abyss living amongst humans, it would be impossible for that type of relationship to happen and yet it somehow managed to work. He was on his way from giving the Tsaritsa his report when he noticed one of his fellow harbingers carrying someone on his shoulder, he could hear the profanities she was yelling while managing to kick him and hit him as well, the harbinger noticed him and said hello “good morning pantalone!” “tartaglia, may I ask why you are carrying someone like that? You look battered and bruised” he said, noticing how some of his cuts let out bits of blood “hm? Oh, rumours about this star of the abyss went around and I was sent to find out if it was true or not, turns out this girlie is the star” “put me down you stupid ginger! I am a knight of favonius! Now I know how the traveller feels when they deal with you! It's no wonder why Diluc talks sh!t about you guys!”.

“Oh yeah, i forgot to mention she's the sister of the guy who’s killed a bunch of fatui agents” tartaglia said remembering her last name , pantalone stood there in silence with the same smile on his face like always “i assume you’ll be going to the tsaritsa to report this then” “oh definitely, well i’ll be going now. Enjoy the rest of your day!” He said as he walked past him giving her face a clear view, she looked up and saw pantalone standing there in his coat in somewhat surprise after hearing this was Diluc Ragnvindrs sister her eyes were of a pink and purple which reminded him of gems.

Tartaglia walked into the throne room that the tsaritsa resided “you’ve returned tartaglia, i take it you’ve finished the task” her voice sounded delicate but also with a hint of authority in the mix “yes your majesty, i’ve found the star of the abyss” he said giving an awkward bow with the star on his shoulder, he was kinda surprised that she wasn't retaliating against him at that current moment. The sound of shoes clicking against the carpet gained his attention “put her down tartaglia, i wish to have a look at this star” the tsaritsa said and he complied, he removed her off his shoulders but he was wary as she was quiet for a long time “your majesty, i do not wish to be ignorant to your order but this is the sister of that mondstadtian who killed many agents in the past” “i see, no matter”.

She stood up properly looking the tsaritsa in the eye, from what the old scrolls and books said the star was originally a gift from celestia for the archons however when the destruction of the forbidden nation and the start of the abyss appeared it was taken and ‘tainted’ by the abyss prince/ss, the tsaritsa was pleased as none of the other archons had even bothered to notice that the star was as a simple human being with a vision, she lifted her chin up in her hands and looked at her face, it was as if the tales were true that she was created by celestia, her face looked innocent yet the glare her eyes sent was deadly. Seeing how she had the star in her hands and no sign of defiance(even if she was defiant) she figured her own room in the palace was in order and that's what she did, it surprised the star and she wanted to protest and spout some sort of insult yet nothing came out of her mouth, she was picked up and thrown over tartaglia's shoulder again and as he left that's when the profanities and hits happened again.

That was two months ago, everytime pantalone was in the palace either going or coming back from giving his report or visiting the safe with the fundings for the fatui and whatnot he would always see her around, either running from childe after he wanted to spar with, escaping dottores grasp in some sick experiments of his, hiding from signora and the other female harbingers trying to get her to put on different outfits, dealing with Scaramouche and his annoying behaviour, he’d always see her everywhere wearing the exact same clothes over and over again. The same thing happened again today, signora had entered her room with some new clothes and she immediately ran for it, he saw a streak of purple run past him outside and saw that it was her again in a white long sleeves shirt with a black ribbon tied underneath the slightly ruffled collar, high waisted black leggings that had a corset belt around it, her boots were a deep purple with white ribbon laces going almost around the shoe, her jacket was the same colour as her shoes which split into two tails and stopped behind her knees.

Sweat went down her face as she rounded a corner and right past him not paying attention to signora protests for her to come back, she knew that she would be cornered but ever since she was brought to the Palace she's been finding a way to escape and return to Mondstadt, the only reason child was able to get her was because of some business that diluc had in Liyue and she offered to go instead of him. Like always she was cornered and put in a dress which seemed to be revealing and she told herself she did not suit dresses no matter how many people say she does, this dress was a short black gown adorned with golden roses rimming the ruffled skirt that dipped like velvety petals around her thighs, golden thorns draped around her waist and trailing to the dual-coloured, large rose hung to her left. The top of the dress was an off-the-shoulder one that revealed her smooth collar, its hanging drapes curved upward around her upper arms while the bow in the centre was tied to resemble a delicate butterfly.

A trail of sheer, glittery fabric adorn with black roses trailed behind her whilst a butterfly ornament similar to it hung from her hair that was tied into a half-up half-down do with a ruffled black ribbon. Signora was impressed with her appearance and wanted her to wear more dresses, yet her protests went unnoticed as the other female harbingers entered the room and started to coo at how pretty she looked apart from the knave who just agreed in her regular tone of voice, she was so tired that she had fallen asleep after trying on so many outfits that she didn't even realise that her dinner was prepared and on the desk in her room. A week passed and she agreed to help with one of Dottores experiments with a sigh while he was pleased, she wasn't told what the experiment was about but would rather not guess what it would be at all, she looked at the cup in front of her sceptically as she didn't trust him at all and to say he was kinda glad that she doesn't know how her father actually died was an understatement, in fact he was grateful that she didn't know that it was him who was the cause to begin with.

he carefully picked up the cup before looking at it again then glanced at the doctor who was sitting down in his chair waiting for her to drink the contents of the cup, she sighed again and chugged down the drink to get it over with so she could just finish a book that was recommended to her by Pierro whom she tolerated along with some of the others, she slammed the cup on the table and looked at Dottore “was that, all you wanted me to do?” “obviously! I'm not gonna spill any of my experiments to you even if your the star of the abyss” he said as one of his segments took the cup away “if that's all I'm leaving so you can get back to whatever experiment you were doing before” she said as she walked over to the door and then closing it. She walked around late at night to try and get this weird headache that she had felt coming on, she rounded the corner only to bump into someone and that someone was pantalone, he had come to check how much funding that knaves orphanage had and if unsure cash swaps would happen.

She backed up and saw that he looked unfazed but the blush on his cheeks could tell different, she looked at him in confusion not before he whipped away the thought and saw that she was keeping her breaths to a low minimum at the least, her cheeks were just as red like his and her eyes were half lidded and he knew who the cause for it was and it was Dottore.

“oh my, what's gotten you worked up?” he asked her in a teasing tone trying not to let what happened go noticed “nothing, I have no job left to do now considering that I am here and not in Mondstadt” she commented to him as she backed away “it could or most definitely have something to with a drink he handed me earlier”. So his suspicions were correct about Dottore handing her a drink before she left, her chest rose up and down as she leaned against the wall behind her, she pulled at her tie to let some of the cold air hit her in the face, he couldn't deny that seeing her interactions with the rest of the harbingers was funny but his gaze lingered at her chest as sweat rolled down. They didn't even know each other's names yet he dragged her down the hallway and into his office that wasn't that far “o-oi! Let go of me!” she said trying to get out of his grip but thanks to whatever dottore gave her she couldn't use any strength, he opened his door and after pulling her inside closing it and managed to pin her against the door restricting her of any movement, she couldn't do much but glare at him because of his actions yet he didn't seem too bothered about it.

The rings on his fingers were cold against her exposed wrist while his left foot was in between hers “you've met almost all of the fatui harbingers haven't you?” he asked her “whats *pant* it *pant* to you?” she asked as her breath became more ragged with every second “it seems that whatever drug dottore gave you it's starting to kick in” he said as he noticed that she was talking less and more sweat went down her face and wrists “d-drug!?” she exclaimed but her mouth was covered with one of his hands “be quiet, if any of the agents find you and I together we'll be in trouble” he said as he looked her in the eye.

Once again he saw those half lidded heterochromia eyes glare at him again like the first time, he wasn't stupid but he had forgotten that he let her hand do and she managed to push him away but her hand landed on his tit in the process of pushing him away leaving him sensitive, she wiped away some of the saliva that was hanging from her chin however she noticed the look on his face when she pushed him ‘is he… sensitive on his tits? Wow ok, this is kinda awkward’ she thought as she coughed into her hand. That was forty minutes ago, now here she was sitting on the edge of his desk with him in front of her with his arms caging her, his coat on the floor and his shirt was lifted up revealing said sensitive tits as she was licking and sucking them, his hands gripping the table as he groaned at her messing with them, to think a Fatui Harbinger such as himself would be letting this happen to him, but it was kinda an advantage and disadvantage at the same time advantage because some would look like he is the dominant one but disadvantage because he's not even had much happen and his face is almost covered in sweat. She didn't even know what happened but she thought it was because of the drug that dottore gave her, her jacket was on the desk around her, her tie was undone, the shirts top buttons undone and her lips were latched onto one of his nipples while her hand messing with the other one, she removed her mouth and looked at his expression.

He pulled her by the chin and began to make out with him shoving his tongue in her mouth and her shoving her own in his fighting for dominance, somehow he lost against her and almost let out a moan as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He knew that this was thanks to the drug that dottore used on her in hopes for the results to be positive rather than negative and to say the least it was a success positive because it worked and negative because he won't be seeing the results.

‘What the hell am i doing?! I am a knight of favonius! He is a harbinger! I can't be seen with this guy! What if diluc finds out and hates me for the rest of his life?!’ she thought as numerous outcomes came into mind while the two kissed, eventually the two parted and ragged breaths filled the room ‘i need to leave, now. I can't stay here anymore, they treat me like I'm some doll!’ she thought as pantalone stared at her half lidded heterochromia eyes “do you really wish to leave after this show happened?” he asked her startling her with how he knew “how did you--” “i have an offer, give me something precious of yours and in exchange i won't tell anyone about this little ‘accident’ or how you escaped” he suggested to her with a slight smirk ‘bribing me huh? Fine, as long as I can leave and return to mondstadt’ she thought before agreeing with him.

“Fine, what is it you want?” she asked him as he let her get off the desk and he sorted out his clothes “what about this?” he said as he lightly held the small gold locket around her neck ‘?! I can't… Father---i mean Crepus gave me this for my last birthday with him, though it has no images in here’ she thought as she hesitated “....Fine you can have it” she said undoing the claps and placing it in his hands “good, now you’ll need someone to distract those guards, i shall deal with them” “why are you helping me?” she asked him as she sorted out her clothes “that's a story for another day, now, shall we go?” he asked as he opened the door and immediately went into action with helping her escape after trying for two months.

‘I hope to see you again, my dear Jewel….’

[hazardworld]

SEASON. TWO. OF. MONSTER. TOWN.

Anyway, you asked, I delivered. We’re starting out the season with an unconventional (though one of my favorites) point of view, right where we left off.

Chapters will be interspersed, as I’m currently also writing a big fic on Ao3 about a summer camp for superpowers, which you can find here.

If you haven’t read season 1 of Monster Town, feel free to click these links:

WB: 1.2.3

Season 1: P1.P2.P3.P4.P5.P6.P7.P8

Let’s get into it!

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Claudia Henderson stress-cooked.

Being the one 1950s house making lesson her Ma taught her that she deemed legitimately useful, she turned it into a coping mechanism.

It helped that she was naturally good at it, even from the start. With a list of the Machiavelli Pack recipes and her southern Italian taste buds, cooking became chemistry she could eat.

(And of course, she was great at maths and sciences)

What was nice is that something good almost always came out of it, as if some sort of god aligned the planets so her stress coping lead to good karma. For example:

The night before her first SAT in junior year, she made a mostaccoli so dense it forced her to pass out mid-cram. (She wouldn’t’ve gotten any sleep otherwise)

She panicked so badly the night before junior prom she made a 7-layer deep dish casserole that completely distracted Pa from the skimpiness of her dress

When she forgot to get Christmas gifts for everyone she baked cookies: those cookies were then hid and scavenged for around the house for weeks

When a 12 year old almost killed her and her friends through their minds, she was able to soothe everyone with homemade pastina (a childhood favorite)

On her 18th birthday (+Pack line ceremony) most of the delicious sandwiches were made by her notion of using her sleepless insomniac night to her advantage.

She baked the best lasagna she’d ever made before opening her dream college letter: she wanted to open it over a favorite meal

About 30 minutes ago, she’d received a call from Eddie Munson, saying they apparently had Jason Carver tied up at the Byers house and needed somewhere safe to keep him.

Besides the fact that they apparently had come in contact with Jason Carver and had to tie him up—to keep themselves safe, Claudia knew the kids better than that—Joy had been over at her house when she’d gotten the call. They were discussing a death vision she got on the plane from Alaska, one about Jason Carver himself.

Claudia was smart, and so was Joy. They both knew that no matter the circumstance, the moment a banshee got a death vision, their fate was sealed within 24 hours. Otherwise, she would’ve gotten visions about Will, Max, or any of the kids in the various situations the’d been put through these past years—Claudia couldn’t really keep track at this point.

Either way, she knew Joy’s dream had to do with Jason being torn up in the Upside Down (or whatever the kids called Henry’s Realm). If that were the case, how was he still walking, talking, and breathing? It wasn’t physically possible for that to happen.

That’s when she’d gotten the call.

Joy had run off back to her house to make sure everyone was okay, while Eddie and Argyle drove Jason over to the Henderson house. As she waited, Claudia started stress-cooking.

She started with cookies: easy and delicious to many palates. She took some pre-prepped cookie dough from the fridge and rolled it into balls before putting a tray of 12 into the oven to bake. She calmed slightly from the warm scent of sugar melting.

Claudia jumped when the doorbell rang seconds after. Quickly, she moved to the front room and opened the door to a panicked Eddie and a grinning Argyle, both holding a bound, subdued Jason Carver between them.

Claudia raised an eyebrow.

"Did you sedate him?" She put her hands on her hips, and Eddie and Argyle made awkward eye contact.

"Maybe?" Eddie offered, sheepishly shrugging. Claudia laughed and yanked the ropes binding Jason to himself.

"Good. It’ll be easier to tie him to my chairs that way." When Jason got close to her, she winced at the smell. He smelled like burning, molting fish flesh.

It was awful.

Talk about bad people.

“Come on in,” she looked around, hopeful her neighbors weren’t looking through windows at the moment. “It’ll be easier to talk inside,”

“So, boys, what was the issue this time?” Eddie and Argyle made eye contact again.

“He tried to kill Lucas?” Argyle offered.

“He didn’t try to kill Lucas!” Eddie tried to cover, “He just tried to sirenspeak him!”

“John said he did that while pinning Lucas up against the wall, by the neck,”

“Wait, shit, seriously?”

“Boys!” She held up her hands in surrender “doesn’t matter. Obviously it was bad enough he needed to be tied up. Now, we need to make sure he’s secure,”

She had Eddie and Argyle help her tie the body to one of her good sturdy kitchen chairs, so she’d be safe when he woke up.

"Thank you again Mrs. Hen—" Eddie tried to apologize, but she stopped him mid sentence.

"Claudia, dear."

"Thanks, Claudia," Eddie grinned, and started to make his way back to the door.

"Bye! Thanks Mrs. Dustin’s mom!" Argyle grinned and waved, before shutting the door behind them.

Claudia let out a sigh, before looking at the unconscious body at her dining table.

The cookies beeped, breaking her out of her thoughts.

The smell of warm cookies actually evened out and made the dying fish smell worse simultaneously, Claudia noted in disgust. Something seriously had to be wrong with that child for him to smell that bad.

Jason started to wake while she was putting in her second batch. At first, he tried to undo his bondage, then bounce the chair around, and he also tried biting into the rope, but it was all no use.

“Those are extra strength for werewolves, hon. There is no use in trying to escape,” she said while still placing dough balls.

“Who…who are you?”

It occurred to Claudia they had never formerly met.

“Mrs. Henderson,” She replied formally. She’d be cordial, of course, but he wasn’t one of Dustin’s friends.

“Dustin’s Mother…” Jason said slyly. Claudia noted some sort of vocal undertone to his speech, as if it was just slightly warped in some way. His scent took a bit of a sour turn, too.

Claudia turned to the stove, poured herself a large pot of water, and set it to boil. She took out her bag of dry pastina pasta and set it aside for later.

“Is that a problem?”

“You knew my father,” Claudia snorted.

James Carver? Of course she knew him. Not only was James one of the most popular people in her high school years, but he was also best friends with her arch nemesis, Chris Harrington.

“Of course I did, he went to my high school. He was very popular, you know,” was what she told everyone unaware of her deep hatred for the two.

“And you weren’t,” Jason said bitterly. Claudia turned to stir the hot water again, in hopes of it boiling faster. “How would you like to be?”

Some sort of damp scent filled the air, moldy and mildly sour.

“Join me, Claudia Machiavelli. Tell me what you know.”

Quickly, Claudia caught on to what the scent was, and she smirked.

“I’m great, thanks, Jason. I’d prefer to keep my secrets, you know?”

She heard a growl from the corner—strange behavior for a siren—as she poured the pasta into the pot.

Small stars cooked fast.

“You’ve been tainted by the other one, haven’t you?” Jason spit, and Claudia chuckled.

“He could have…tainted me, that’s true, but it wouldn’t really matter, now would it?” Claudia strained the pasta, before moving to sit at the table. Jason’s face was hard to read, but he smelled like a mix of interest and fear. Also, something else familiar that Claudia couldn’t quite place.

Claudia actually did know Steve imprinted (or as Jason wanted to say, “tainted”) on her, and a while ago at that. She had a master’s in child and adolescent development, and due to attending a monster-inclusive school, was able to conduct her thesis on how different monsters develop and interact as young. Even if Steve didn’t explicitly express signs of imprinting, Claudia could see the nuance.

The most obvious sign (at least to her) was how easy it became for him to call her ‘Ma.’ Usually, sirens imprinted first on their parents. Because Steve had Chris Harrington for a father, it wasn’t completely unexpected for Steve to have a lack of parental figures in his life.

The second thing Claudia noticed about Steve was how her touch was very calming, almost grounding to him. Her touch meant he physically knew where she was, and that (because she was with him) she was safe.

Besides, as a species, sirens weren’t typically touchy-touchy, so anytime Steve made little gestures—hands on shoulders, noogies, high-fives, even the uncommon hug—it was a clear sign of claim and imprint.

He was also vulnerable with her—not necessarily a trait of imprinting, but it still mattered—which meant there was a level of trust there above many other people.

“Why—why would it not matter?” Jason asked, attempting to be confident even though it wasn’t working.

“You understand I’m a werewolf, correct?” Claudia asked, and Jason nodded. “Well, my father is currently our pack alpha. When he turns 70, he will enter retirement, and I—his oldest child—will take his place. Because of this, at 18, I was cursed to never be magically convinced, so all actions as a pack alpha could be my own. Do you know what that means, Jason?”

Jason shook his head, and Claudia smirked as she stood up to dish out some pastina (she’d forgotten the egg, but it’d have to do).

“It means, Jason, that no matter what has made an imprint on me, no one, not even them, can use sirenspeak on me. You will fail every. single. time,” She grinned at him. “Now would you like some food? You look like you haven’t eaten in awhile,”

Claudia sat down in front of him with his plate of pasta and a spoon. She fed him a mouthful, which hilariously he didn’t reject in the slightest. She was expecting him to be stubborn and her to have to go through a few locomotives, but he immediately dropped his jaw to receive food.

Before she could feed him a second mouthful, she received a phone call from across the room.

«Claudia?» came Jim Hopper’s voice through the receiver.

"Hello? Jim? Is everything okay?"

«Yes. Just letting you know me and officer Callahan are on our way to pick up the Carver kid»

“Wonderful, thank you so much!”

She hung up the phone and breathed a sigh of relief.

“Why doesn’t the pastina have egg in it?” Came Jason’s voice from across the room. The distortion in it was slightly stronger now, somehow.

Wait, Jason hadn’t ever had pastina before, right? Because he shouldn’t know its name, nor the fact that it was always supposed to have scrambled egg.

“What?” She asked for clarification.

“Pastina, you always made it with scrambled eggs,” Jason frowned.

Claudia had never made pastina for Jason. Even if it was at some sort of school potluck, it was never clear she brought it, and Claudia knew for certain his parents wouldn’t have told him even if it was.

Claudia caught a whiff of that eerily familiar scent once more and all the pieces clicked:

Jason didn’t know pastina or more specifically, her pastina.

Jason’s obsession with Steve and finding out her secrets related to him and the party.

Most damningly, the fact that he knew her full maiden name even when she only introduced herself under her married one.

In front of her may have been the shell of Jason Carver, and he may have been calling some of the shots, but this was not Jason Carver.

This was Henry Creel.

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👀

S2P2!

Anyway, if you caught it, Claudia was involved in the original Vecna-ing with the Creel family. How so? You shall find out!

Also for reference, Claudia’s the principal of Hawkins Elementary. (She’s also heavily neurodivergent but that’s a topic for later)

(If you’re wondering what pastina is, it’s a dish made with star pasta, scrambled egg, and Parmesan cheese. It’s SUPER nostalgiac for many Italian Americans)

Tag list: @estrellami-1 @cookies-and-doom @beckkthewreck @dbquills @impeachy @sassysleeplord @ironydude @bowl-o-queerios @221b-fandom

[spicy30]

I. February - The first ask

cw: none

Pairing: Police Officer!Shinazugawa Sanemi x Modern!reader

Tags: Established relationship, gender-neutral reader, toxic relationships, Angst/comfort?, no usage of Y/N, daddy issues

(Not proof read)

Rating: 16+

He looked down at the box you had given him. It was a plain and simple box. He shook it gently just a bit just in case something in there would break easily. Through he did doubt it, this box was light. Very light, and it sounded like sheets of paper. Sanemi was not judging your gift. No, he was just perplexed; he couldn’t think why there would be sheets of paper inside the box. He had heard about others giving their significant others giving back things that they had written them, but Sanemi had never written anything to you.

You had given him many other things on top of the box. He told you that he didn’t need much but was happy you had spoiled him for your one-year anniversary. “What is it?” You didn’t respond but simply looked at the box, then back at him, and smiled more. He lifted a brow with an amused smile. “Can I open it?” You shook your head. “Not until you get home.” Looking back at you, he noticed a pink hue on your cheeks. “Are you embarrassed?”

You turned your body away, struggling to hide your smile. “No.” 

“You’re lying.” 

“Says who?” 

“Says me.” 

A small laugh came out, which soon became full-blown laughter as he came and hugged you from the side.

He smiled at the events fresh in his mind from today. The box was sitting on his desk. Standing up from his bed, he took the top of the box off. There was well paper, which was to be expected. He noticed the writing. It was yours, though what else was he expecting? But it was old; the paper was old and used. 

Finally, he read the note in front of all the papers. 

“My favorite memories and inner thoughts afterward of each month with you.”  

Smiling a bigger smile than he already had on his face, he took off the note and read the first passage.

“I. February - The first ask 

2/27

Today was an eventful day while feeling uneventful, a nice feeling. I was recommended this by a friend who said it was good to write down what you feel and reflect. I finally did it today. They tell me I will burn out if I don’t stop if I don’t give myself a break. But I can’t, I don’t know how. I received advice, but it’s always the same. I was working today. Working on everything, yet nothing at the same time, or at least that's what it felt like. It always feels this way. More and more comes on top of me because I have painted this image of myself that I don’t regret painting, but in some moments, I do. A painting that shows I can do everything. Therefore, you can always give me more. That's why I almost forgot. I almost forgot about the date I had today.

This person I’m going on a date with approached me three days ago. There was nothing really special about him besides the scars on his face. I like scars, so I thought they looked cool. I have many scars, one very small faint scar on my face, one that I didn’t know I had until he asked me about it today. We’re not there yet, and I need to keep it in order. I’ve been working on it since I was told my writing is disorganized. Going on, I have been asked out many times before. I’m not looking for anything, yet also looking all at the same time. I arrived at the place just in time. It was an ice cream shop where he first asked me out. I was just a bit late, but that has no importance since he didn’t seem to mention it. Looking back on it now, he was probably thinking something internally, what his through the process is, I couldn’t say, not yet at least. 

Throughout the whole time, I found myself gauging him. If I’m going, to be honest, I’m not attracted to him. He looks average to me other than the scars. I have been asked by others who look better, and I have no idea why I said yes to him. I don’t even remember saying yes. The only reason I went was out of common courtesy and the alarm that went off while I was working. It would be rude just to leave someone. We talked, and overall, it was uneventful. Nothing special until the topic of scars came up. He is good at deflecting, too good, and instead focused on me. Scary. Scared is the one word I can use to describe myself right now, and I’m somewhat regretting saying yes to a second date. I’m hyper-aware of these things; it’s both a curse and a blessing, so I gave up on finding someone. I cannot bring myself to ignore something that is ugly despite my having much ugliness. But I find my ugly beautiful, so I don’t count. 

Towards the end of the date, I found myself only talking about myself and the many scars on my body from my youth. I remember catching it then and shutting up. As of writing this, my face is scrunched up in disgust, reflecting on what I was doing. But the more I think about everything, the more everything seems to be. I know why I said yes. I said yes because, for the first time since I was in 5th grade, I forgot that I had something to do that day and the days leading up to the second date. I might have to reschedule, or maybe not; I’ll figure it out. I always do. After writing this, I don’t know how I feel about the second date. But I’ll remember today; I’ll remember that I have nothing to do today, and for once, while I think that I won’t think I have everything to do at the same time.”  

You don’t know what he was thinking that day, but Sanemi does. Sanemi was thinking just how exhausted and tired you looked. How you looked like you lacked something, only now does he know that it was time.  

On the date, Sanemi saw the way your eyes seemed unfocused yet aware all at the same. You cracked your knuckles often; people don’t do that unless they are unsure or are feeling uncertain of things. He did his best to try to calm you down that day. He never would’ve thought that would’ve put you more on edge. Shinazugawa Sanemi feels very stupid right now and very embarrassed by his actions. Was this your favorite day of the month with him? It didn’t seem very good. Did he do bad all the other days? Putting away that paper and he pulled out the next one.

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It had been five years since Sarah had approached these big wooden doors. They were closed now and ringing the doorbell gave her an odd feeling. They used to stand wide open, letting everyone in; unless you were late of course. Then you would’ve had to ring the bell and head to the secretary’s office to explain yourself before going to class. She knew she wasn’t going to receive a scolding or a note for her parents today, but still the feeling persisted as she made her way past the office, through the main hall to auditorium one.

All the chairs and tables were gone, except for a few that were filled with bowls of snacks and half-empty glasses with drinks. It surprised her how small everything seemed, not as big as she seemed to remember.

She recognized many old classmates and friends and wondered why she had never really kept in contact with any of them. In college she had made new friends, friends with whom she had more in common, while she forgot her high school friends. Still she tried her best talking to most of them, the conversation the same every time: How have you been, what did you do after school, do you have a boyfriend yet?

Her teachers seemed most interested in her studies and what she was going to do in the future. She was just talking to Mr Stevens at the make-shift bar the school had provided. Unlike the rest, he was just as she remembered him. He had been very young when she was in his class and in five years he had grown even more handsome than before.

Sarah had never swooned over her high school teachers like some of her friends – most of them over Mr Stevens – but she did have that secret fantasy long ago. It felt odd addressing your ex-teachers as if they were equals now, she kept referring to him as Mr Stevens, even though she knew his first name was Michael.

Bored of the repetitive discussion of her future, they were chatting about their past.

“I’m glad you choose to study architecture Sarah.” He said. “I remember you were always one of my best students.”

It was true, Sarah always got good grades in mathematics.

“Well, I can remember you standing in front of class, tapping that short wooden ruler in the palm of your hand when you were angry. That was usually when someone did something very stupid.” Sarah replied, she had never been very comfortable with receiving compliments.

“I studied hard, because I always thought that some day, you were going to spank someone with that and it wasn’t going to be me…” She blushed deeply as she realized what she said. The words had come out without thinking, as a joke. But in fact it was the fantasy she’d kept secret and almost forgotten during her years with ugly college professors.

Luckily Mr Stevens only laughed at her joke. “Wish I could Sarah, sometimes I think some of you make those mistakes on purpose, just to torture me.”

Sarah smiled, she wanted to steer this conversation back to a more normal discussion. But that naughty part of her that had been awoken by the memory was curious. “So you do imagine more imaginative punishments for your students than that extra homework that you used to hand out?”

Mr Stevens smiled back at her. “No Sarah, I think that would be quite inappropriate. First of, all of my students are under-age and secondly, it would be a gross abuse of my power as a teacher to do, or think about doing something like that.”

Sarah blushed, she shouldn’t have pushed the joke and now he must think she was weird.

After a short silence he asked: “You seem disappointed?”

Sarah laughed and immediately felt better, knowing he could still joke about it too. Time to talk about something else she decided, but she wasn’t given time.

“You know, you’re no longer a student of mine and not under-age either.” Mr Stevens said with a grin.

Sarah blushed scarlet.

“Oh relax.” He said. “I’m only teasing you…”

Sarah smiled and with courage she didn’t know she possessed she looked up at him and said four words: “Well, now I’m disappointed.”

Her stomach was making somersaults as Sarah followed Mr Stevens through the empty hallways. He led her to their old classroom, it looked exactly like Sarah remembered: the tables and chairs, the big teacher’s desk and the small blackboard. She was almost inclined to go to her seat in the left front row, but instead stood in the middle of the room as Mr Stevens locked the door. She looked at him as he proceeded to his desk and picked up that small wooden ruler, the same one as he used to carry around five years ago.

“You have grown up into a fine and beautiful young lady Sarah.” He said, making her blush. “But right now I want to discuss some of your behavior from back when you were still of my students. Come to the front of the class please.”

Sarah blushed and moved to stand next to his desk. She wasn’t sure where he was going with this, she had always been a good student she remembered.

“You always had good grades Sarah, the sort of grades a girl gets when she is naturally good at something.” The compliment made her blush again. “But sometimes being good at something makes a girl lazy. Many times I was sure you could have gotten even better grades if you had actually studied.”

Sarah frowned, but it was true, she rarely did study because she knew she could pass her tests anyway.

“This laziness was even reflected by not doing your homework as I asked you.” Mr. Stevens continued.

Sarah looked up in surprise. That wasn’t true, she always did her homework, except maybe once … or twice.

“At the time all I could do was give you an extra task. But since you’ve come to me here today I think we both know a better way to deal with such behavior, don’t we?” He asked

Sarah felt that he wanted a response, so she nodded. “Yes, Mr Stevens.”

“Good, I want you to stand over there and put your hands on my desk.” He said.

Sarah moved in front of the desk, her back facing the classroom.

Mr Stevens dropped the ruler on the desk and moved beside her. Her placed his hands on her shoulders and urged her forwards, bending over his desk.

“You’re lucky I waited all this time to do this Sarah. Imagine, if I had done this five years ago, all your friends and classmates would’ve been watching.” Mr. Stevens teased her.

Sarah blushed again, suddenly imagining all the tables behind her being occupied by her classmates. The thought increased her rising embarrassment as well as her excitement.

Mr Stevens hand slowly slid down from her shoulders, over her back to her bottom. The touch of his hand, encompassing her left cheek through her thin dress made her feel how turned on she was, her panties already moist with excitement.

With only two of his fingers he pulled up her dress, inch by inch it crawled up. The hem of her dress passed her thighs, her bottom, the edge of her panties, until her bottom was completely bared, her dress in a pile on her lower back.

Mr Stevens hand stroked her bottom now, his fingers tracing the edge of her panties and she moaned softly.

“These are very cute, Sarah.” He said to make her blush. “But they have to come down too.” Turning her blush into a gasp of excitement. His fingers reached behind her panties and pulled them down, just as slowly until they were dangling between her knees.

There she stood, bent over her teachers desk, her bared bottom facing the – fortunately empty – classroom and Mr Stevens’ hand caressing her pale cheeks, her thighs and then sliding up between her legs.

“Are you enjoying this Sarah?” He asked as he felt how wet she was.

Sarah no longer cared how embarrassing it was having him touch her there, being at his mercy, all she wanted was that he didn’t stop. “Yes, Mr Stevens.”

She had been thinking this was all going too fast, that she’d made a rash decision to fulfill a long forgotten fantasy; but when she felt how moist her lips were beneath his exploring fingers, she knew: It was now or never.

Mr. Stevens pulled his hand away, leaving her wet and wanting.

“Well, maybe we can do something about that later, but it’s not really a punishment if you enjoy it, is it?” He asked, before his hand smacked her bottom once, hard.

The sound echoed in the classroom and Sarah gasped. It didn’t really hurt, just an enjoyable sting that spread through her cheek. She was more afraid of the echoing sound. They were far away from the rest of the school, but it was so loud!

Another smack landed on her other cheek and she moaned appreciatively, sticking her bottom up high in the air, begging for more. Mr Stevens moved beside her, pressing his hip against hers, using one hand to hold her against him.

“It seems like you’re still enjoying this Sarah.” And his hand landed again even harder.

Sarah moaned and the spanking now really began. Smacks landing fast, one after the other and the sting in her bottom started to built. It did hurt, but not more than she could take. She squirmed and moaned as the hard smacks turned her bottom red, but Mr Stevens held her firmly in place.

Embarrassment and excitement fought inside her; it hurt and she wanted him to stop, but at the same time she really wanted this to go on forever.

The smacks kept coming and she felt tension rising inside her, she was wet even between her thighs now and for a moment she was afraid she was going to have an orgasm, driven over the edge by nothing more than a fantasy come true.

“Please Mr Stevens.” She begged as the pain in her bottom rose even higher. “I’ll be good, I’m sorry I didn’t do my homework and that I didn’t study.” She said. Another smack landed, and another, but not as fast, not as hard.

He had heard her pleas. “I’m glad to hear that Sarah.” He said, his hand now caressing her bottom once more, slowly making the pain subside. “Are you going to be a good girl and do as you’re told now?” He asked.

“Yes.” She answered immediately, she would do anything he asked of her.

“Good. Stay as you are.” Mr Stevens let go of her and walked around her. “If you really are a good girl that does as she’s told, there is no reason for me to hold you down.”

Sarah stayed bent over his desk, her bare red bottom high in the air. She could only imagine one thing happening now: Her old teacher fucking her wet pussy after he had thoroughly spanked her. She urged to feel him inside her and grant her that orgasm she’d barely reached from the spanking alone.

Mr Stevens however, picked up the wooden ruler from his desk. “Now I think you had a specific fantasy about my ruler, didn’t you?” He said.

Sarah blushed, she had totally forgotten about that thing. She didn’t want him to spank her more, especially not with that ruler. She wanted to be fucked; but at the same time that excited feeling came over her again. She wasn’t supposed to get what she wanted, she was supposed to be punished. The thought turned her on even more and suddenly she felt that she didn’t really want her spanking to be over just yet.

“Yes Mr Stevens.” She said obediently.

“Good girl.” He said as he moved back behind her. “Ten strokes should do.” He said as her placed the cold wooden ruler on her hot backside.

Sarah lifted her bottom, welcoming her punishment even though she feared it as well. When the ruler landed, the sting spread across her bottom rapidly and she yelped.

“One.” Said Mr Stevens and he lifted the ruler again.

‘No wait, no.’ She thought, this would hurt too much, but the ruler already landed again.

“Two.”

Her bottom protested in her mind, but Sarah refused to show weakness. She could take the punishment she deserved, and kept her bottom up high for every smack.

“Three.”

Such a naughty and embarrassed yet sexy, excited schoolgirl she felt.

“Four.”

She was dripping between her legs, she realized, even while her bottom was set on fire.

“Five. Six.”

She was proud that she didn’t dodge the ruler, that she was able to keep her position bravely.

“Seven.”

Her bottom had accepted the pain, only three more to go, but she felt like she could take more. She could take all he wanted to give her.

“Eight.”

She no longer cared if anyone could hear her outside, she yelped loudly at each stinging smack.

“Nine.”

Only one more, she told herself, panting. She lifted her bottom to welcome it.

“Ten.” It landed hard and sharp, making her squeal loudly, but finally it was over.

Mr Stevens took her by her arm and lifted her from the desk. She followed him willingly, not sure what he was planning, until he placed her in the corner of the classroom.

“Hands on your head young lady.”

She blushed deeply as she realized he had added corner time to her punishment. Behind her he rolled up her dress so that her bottom stayed bare, her panties had slid down all the way to her ankles.

Mr. Stevens let her stand there for several minutes and as the pain in her bottom cooled down, the excitement between her legs only grew. She started imagining what else he would do to her, how he was going to fuck her after this and slowly the feeling of an embarrassed schoolgirl subsided and was replaced by horniness and wanting.

When he finally came back, standing behind her, his hands caressing her sore bottom, her knees were weak and her breathing ragged. “Do you want me to fuck you, Sarah?” He asked

“Yes, please.” She whispered.

He took her back to the desk, bending her over in the same position as her spanking. It was exactly what she had hoped for, to be fucked like she’d been spanked.

She could barely take the anticipation as he unzipped his pants, no longer touching her as he fished a condom out of his wallet – how schoolboy of him she almost joked – before his hands grabbed her bottom, squeezing the sensitive flesh tightly as he slid inside her.

They didn’t say a word as he pushed inside of her, quickly building a steady rhythm. He fucked her hard and fast, his hips slapping against her red bottom and all the excitement and anticipation of the afternoon built inside her.

She held on to the desk hard as she moaned loudly, her body shaking as she quickly reached that orgasm she had not managed during her spanking. Shortly after, she felt him shake and stop and she knew he had been just as excited, reaching his orgasm just as fast as she had.

She blushed as she pulled her panties back on after finding them left behind in the corner. Mr Stevens had cleaned away the condom and was sitting in his chair, watching her. The soft fabric was cool but chafing against her sore bottom and she blushed when he smiled.

“Time to get back to the reunion, I think.” He said as she let her dress drop, covering up the evidence of their play.

Sarah followed him back through the hallways as an idea formed in her head. She gathered the courage she had found earlier in the day and looked up at him once more. She had to ask him before they reached the others.

”You know … I’m thinking of getting my masters degree, but I could really use some tutoring for mathematics.” She managed without a blush.

Mr Stevens looked down at her with a smile, his hand quickly reaching down and stroking her bottom. “I would love to help you, Sarah.” He said. “But when it comes to the private tutoring of college girls, I can be a lot stricter than for my own students.”

Sarah smiled. “That’s what I was hoping for.”

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The Game that I felt I was the one getting played on

Year 2021, tanda ko pa noon... it was the time when COVID pandemic is still around. Out of boredom, me and my cousins decided to play Mobile Legends. I was fuelled with the thought that this might be a bridge that could possibly bring us closer since I know you like this game and you've been playing this game ever since junior high. I was hopeful that we could atleast create a bond and have our own quality time by playing it together.

Despite of being a stranger to the game, despite of being called 'bobo', despite of receiving countless trashtalks, despite of being a noob, despite of being clueless on how the game works... I'm still eager to master and level up my gameplay . Thinking that maybe, if I'm good at it you'll invite me... maybe you'll never have a second thought playing with me. That you won't see me as an excess baggage in the game. That maybe... you'll love to spend more time playing with me.

But...

All those efforts, all those sacrifices, all those sleepless night, all those almost addiction I've gone through just to master the game... It only end up making me look pathetic and fall into great dismay when I realized... I wasn't the one you want to play with all this time.

While I was grinding to raise my rank, little did I know ... you were with someone playing together, accepting each invites right away, enjoying each others company in playing. Worst of all, even end up having a close bond by freely chatting each other, comforting each other, laughing together, and enjoying each others company. I was there, we were together already at that time, 1 year at most, but reading your convos looks like I'm just a 3d display girl in your real life that doesn't matter to you. Being labelled as your "3D" instead of being labelled as your "girlfriend" was one of the most disturbing and disrespecting things I've ever read. They are not the same.

I remembered asking you, "Did you take this relationship seriously from the start?" and that you've answered 'Yes'

However, I wonder how serious are you that time. Perhaps you've forgot or put an innocent face upon the idea that for how many years throughout our relationship, beside me... you're enjoying other girls company. Giving them time, asking for comfort or comforting them, asking for their assistance, not putting enough boundary to be identified as someone who's 'taken' but instead act recklessly and freely without thinking that he might hurt someone's feelings or step out of his limits as a taken guy.

:')

I was with you the whole time, sometimes even pathetically waiting for your reply and invite... But little did I know around the whole year 2021, you actually have this so called 'kaduo' in the ML game and even end up chatting each other in facebook. What's worst is when I confronted you about her, when my instincts acts when I saw you two mentioning each other in facebook, you lied to me saying "She's my cousin". What's more terrifying and disappointing to know is you opened it up to her, laughing about how you introduce her to me in such a way that you even told her that it's the only way out you could do to justify your relationship with her without me geting suspicious.

Now, a certain action you did made me instantly remember a debt and a sin you've committed long time ago. It wasn't one of the things I've managed confronting you for I really bought the idea that you two are cousins not until today... when I checked your old convos. It was hilarious that I couldn't stop pitying myself for being so dumb.

It's not just Claudine Balboa you lowkey cheated on, but you even have Maryfrans Ibañez.

Your girl bestfriend that mostly mistaken by others as your girlfriend, and your 'ka-duo' as "cousin" in disguised.

I don't even know where the hell did you get the guts to tell me that you love me after all of this.

It makes sense that you never knew how to fix things nor don't want to put an effort to repair or lessen the damages you bought upon me, because you're used to telling everyone that you didn't care and it doesn't matter to you at all if we fall apart.

I pity myself. How come I'm so unlucky to have you as my first love?