#i’ll explain if anyone asks *bats eyelashes*

[maruyaaya]

me vs starting 500 million wips and not finishing any of them

[cannibalsclass]

BEHIND THE BOOKSHELVES

librarian!billie x student!oc

Authors note: i decided to split this into two parts because i’ve been so busy and can’t write the second part to save my life. i promise y’all it’ll be out before monday trustttt. anyways this look ass but whatever smh

Warnings: not proof read

clara was extremely obsessed with reading. it was absolutely hands down her favorite hobby ever. if she was bored, she’d read. sad? read. stressed out? read. 

something about escaping her reality through these stories made her feel something. so when she went to her new college in LA she immediately caught the librarians eye. 

billie had only been working at the school for two years now but wouldn’t be able to tell you one students name off the top of her head. that was before clara came along.

clara would come into the library everyday, sometimes even multiple times. clara was also really recognizable. while most college students would walk around campus in big baggy shirts and grey sweats, clara really made a statement. 

each day she would get dressed up in the cutest sweaters and short mini skirts with her same pair of doc martens. she looked like she belonged in the library.

billie genuinely never payed attention to anyone who came and went. no one ever cared to talk to billie, even ask for help finding a book. people would just come in and get her to scan their novels and walk out without saying a word. not clara though. 

“hi, sorry can you help me?” the girl asked. billie looked up from her desk. immediately locking eyes with the girl. billie furrowed her eyebrows, no one ever talked to her. “yeah of course.” billie replied with a smile on her face. “uhm i’m new here, a freshman actually, and i was wondering if you could help me find the romance section?” clara asked politely. 

her brown honey eyes only had innocence in them. she batted her eyelashes at billie like a little puppy. billie smiled and got up from her chair. “yeah, it’s right over here.” she began to guide her. 

clara followed behind. her skirt swaying back and forth as she walked. “its kind of hidden in the back for some reason. the people who made the layout in here must of been some bitter person since it’s so hidden. no one even comes back here most of the time because nobody even knows it exist.” billie explains with a chuckle. “wow really?” clara asked, interest filling her tone. billie looked back at here. “yeah.. well.. here you go. if you ever need anything let me know.” billie reminded her. clara flashed her one last smile and went to serching. she definitely kept the words if you ever need anything let me know in mind. 

almost everyday she would come into the library and ask billie a question. any other time billie would probably have gotten aggravated. but with clara she never minded. 

clara came in today. immediately greeting billie with a heart warming smile. that smile lighting up billie’s entire day. “hi bils!” clara spoke. the nickname immediately making billie’s face go red. she loved how friendly clara was. its like they had know each other their whole lives. clara went back on to the romance section leaving billie back at her desk alone. 

clara soon came over with a book in her hand. she rested her arms on billie’s desk, sliding the book to her. “hey billie can you tell me what this book is about? the description is pretty vague…” clara asked. billie happily obliged. 

billie was also a huge reader herself so most of the time if someone brought up a book she knew it. 

she took the book and read the cover. she immediately knew what book this was. “its kind of a generic enemies to lovers book. its a lesbian book too, if you know, your into that. its basically just a story where these two girls are forced to be camp counselors together who hate each other but then fall in love.” billie explains. clara nods. “sounds good enough.” billie took the book and scanned it. “i’ll see you again tomorrow bils.” clara said. a little seduction in her tone. it made billie shiver a little. 

clara knew what she was doing. she was extremely interested in billie. everything about her made her feel all kind of things. the way she dressed, like, a librarian but way hotter. the way billie’s glasses fit on her and made her already pretty blue eyes even more pretty. how billie would help her. something about it just made her want her more. so everything clara was doing she was very much aware of.

clara came in the next day. she wore a button down top that fit her in all the right places. her cleavage on full display. she also wore one of those cute little mini skirts that basically had her ass on display. she walked in the library confidently. her little sex mafia book in hand. she immediately made eyes with billie. her iconic smile flashing to billie, and billie flashing it back. 

clara began to walk up to her desk. “hi billieee.” clara said, dragging the e out. “there’s my favorite girl.” billie said while closing her book. the words my favorite girl lighting clara’s face up. clara sat her previous book on the counter and began to walk back to the romance section. 

clara looked through the books until she found something that caught her eye. the description got straight to the point. explaining how sexual the book was. it was a book about a mafia boss and his wife. the book was extremely explicit. a smirk creeping across clara’s face.

clara walked over with the book in her hand. she rested her arms on billie’s desk, her boobs basically on full display for the older girl. sliding the book to her, she said, “hey billie can you tell me if this book is good or not?” clara asked.

billie nodded, taking the book from her. she looked at the cover and immediately knew what it was. her cheeks flushed red. 

“its uhm, its basically this book about some mafia boss and his wife who go on these mission. the plots pretty boring if you ask me. it’s mainly just lots and lots of sex. while reading it i tended to got distracted on whatever was actually going on because the sex was so much.” billie explained. an evil grin began to plaster across clara’s face. a face that billie had never seen on her before. 

“perfect.” is all she said. billie’s eyebrows furrowed. clara didn’t look like the type of person to be interested in a book like this. but billie pushed away her questions and scanned the book for her. “thank you.” clara said. a little seduction in her tone. it made billie shiver a little. 

clara went back to her door. she wasn’t actually interested in the book if she was being honest. this was all part of her plan. 

she waiting till it was late at night. she was in her skimpy victoria secret pajamas. the same pajamas that you could see her nipples through. it was currently 8:50. ten minutes before the library closed. she wanted to give billie one more visit. 

she began to walk back down to the library. her book in hand. she walked in and the room was completely empty. billie couldn’t even been seen in sight. a confused expression filled clara’s face. she began to look around the room. she got onto the fiction section when she saw billie. her back was facing clara’s. she was putting up some books. clara walked up behind her and tapped her shoulder. billie swung around. a terrified look on her face. billie immediately grabbed her chest.

“holy shit clara, shit, you scared me oh my god.” she said while trying to calm her down. all clara could do is smile at her. “i’m sorry.. i didn’t mean to startle you..” billie sighed. “its uhm, its fine. w-what are you doing here so late?” billie asked. 

clara took her book from behind her back. “my book… its too boring.” she explained. billie chuckled. “yeah i told you..” clara cut her off. “no. not boring like you said. it was too.. soft for me. too vanilla. could you help me find a more interesting one bils?” clara asked her. she made that same innocent look. only this time billie knew she was faking. billie was utterly confused as to what was going on but she decided to play along. “uh, sure i guess..” billie began to lead her back to the romance section again. 

as they went to the back they both started looking at books together. that’s when clara pulled out one. one she had already read, but billie didn’t have to know that. “can you tell me what this one is about?” clara asked. billie took the book from her hands. billie hadn’t read this one yet. 

she turned the book around and looked at the description. “uhh it says it’s about a teacher and student affair.” billie says. clara began to get closer to billie. “well isn’t that interesting?” clara’s said tilting her head. billie began to get hot. “uhm, yeah i guess so..” billie couldn’t hold eye contact. “doesn’t the thought of doing something with someone you shouldn’t be just turn you on? i mean come on, anyone would agree with that, right?” clara asked. lust filled her voice. the way she delivered that sentence gave billie goosebumps. clara began to get closer to billie. their chest touching. billie could feel clara’s hard nipples. billie gulped. 

clara chuckled. “bils you look hot.. you should take your jacket off. your face is getting red to..” clara said with a mocking tone. billie didn’t know what was happening at this point. her head was mush. she couldn’t think properly. “clara, stop.” billie demanded. clara looked at her confused. “stop what? am i not allowed to be concerned for you bils?” clara asked, this time running her fingers on billie’s arms. billie couldn’t take this anymore. 

billie took clara by the arms and pinned her against the book shelf. a little gasp escaping clara’s mouth. “what are you trying to get out of this, hm? prancing around here like a little slut.” billie spoke. her voice was rough. clara wasn’t expecting this whatsoever but she was complaining. billie began to rap her fingers around clara’s neck. “so tell me. what is it that you want?” this was a completely new tone for clara. if she thought she was hot before, this completely changed everything. 

“please, billie. i need you.” clara spoke out pathetically. thats all billie needed in order to flip clara over.

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[mattyriddlegf]

Bonnie and Clyde - MR

Happy Halloween everyone! In honor of it being my favorite holiday, I decided to give you guys a cute little oneshot :)

Summary: you and Mattheo dress up for the Halloween party

Warnings: suggestive content

word count: ~1.4k

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You move around your dorm in the Slytherin house, getting your costume for tonight’s Halloween party together. Every year, without the knowledge of the professors or headmaster, the students at Hogwarts hosted a large Halloween party. It was Hogwarts’ best kept secret.

This year, you and Pansy decided that you wanted to dress, eventually convincing the rest of the friend group to go along with it.

“It’ll be fun you guys. You can go as whatever you want?” you try to make your case to Blaise, Draco, and Theo.

“Is anyone else even dressing up this year? I am not going to be the only one.” Theo retorts.

“Dude, what does it matter? I have the perfect idea, we would look so badass” Blaise responds. You knew you could trust him to say yes, he tended to be the most…persuasive of the guys.

“I’ll jinx all of you if I look ridiculous.” Draco squints his eyes, threatening the entire group as Mattheo walks up. You and Mattheo started dating last spring so you had not experienced halloween as a couple yet.

“You always do Malfoy” Mattheo smirks as Draco flips him off and walks away, “what’re we talking about?” He sits down on the couch where Draco was sitting, across from you in the chair.

“We’re going in costumes to the Halloween party” Pansy excitedly explains. Mattheo shifts his eyes onto you, waiting for you to add on. Mattheo wasn’t one to even like parties, let alone dress up for one.

“I was thinking we could do a matching couples costume” you add, maintaining eye contact with him as Pansy gasps.

“That would be adorable, you have to! It would-”

“No. Absolutely fucking not.” Mattheo interrupts glancing over to her and then back to you.

“Why not?” you ask.

“I usually don’t even stay that long at the Halloween party, it would be a waste” he explains his reasoning.

You stand up and walk over to him, sitting on his lap, “Please? For me?” you bat your eyelashes with your big brown doe eyes, “It is my favorite holiday after all”

He stares at you, the eye contact leaving you breathless for a moment.

“We don’t even have to stay the entire night” you whisper in his ear. You knew that if you promised something in particular, he would give in, “I promise I’ll look really hot just…for…you.”

You back away to watch his reaction. He tilts his head and smirks, “Fine. I’ll do it but only because I’d be the only one not dressed up” That was so not the reason but he couldn’t say the real one in front of Pansy, Blaise, and Theo.

“This is going to be so fun” Pansy smiles.

You apply your makeup before getting dressed in your costume, Mattheo was meeting you in your dorm in a little bit and you wanted to surprise him and be completely ready before he arrived.

You were wearing a black pencil skirt, white button up top showing your cleavage a bit and a black beret with blood splattered on the outfit.

You start to curl your hair as Pansy finishes up, “I’m going to go check on the guys and make sure they’re actually dressing up”

“Okay” you smile, looking back at the mirror as she closes the door behind her, leaving you alone in the room.

After you finish curling, you go to apply the finishing touch, the red lipstick. 

“Damn you look good” you hear Mattheo’s voice chime behind you. 

You turn around and he’s standing in the doorframe, leaning against it.

“You don’t look bad yourself” you respond as you stand up. He closes the door and walks in before you walk up to him. He was wearing a simple black suit but for some reason, the blood he had splattered on it made it look one hundred times better.

He wraps his arms around you, his hands ending up on your ass as you weave your arms around his shoulders.

“You know…I’ve seen enough of the costume, we could just stay here and I can get it off of you so much quicker” he purrs.

“What, you don’t like my take on Bonnie?” You ask, “besides…that wasn’t the deal Mister.” You had dressed up as Bonnie and Clyde, his choice. As long as you let him choose the costume, he had to promise to actually try to enjoy the party for a bit before wanting to leave.

“Oh I definitely do, that’s the problem.” He leans in and connects your lips with his, the kiss starting slow and sensual but heating up quickly.

You back away to come up for air, “You are not getting off that easy, let’s go” you smirk before you back away.

Mattheo follows you like a lovesick puppy all the way to the party in the room of requirement. You head straight to the liquor table, Mattheo making you both a drink. He was secretly the best bartender, his drinks were perfect. 

“Thank you” you coo as he hands you the cup. 

“Okay you guys look good” Blaise walks up, “especially you” you grabs your hand and twirls you around.

“Why, thank you” you smile at him, kissing him on the cheek, leaving a lip stain mark.

“Hey tell your boyfriend to loosen up” he says to you. You turn to Mattheo to see him watching the party with his dead eyes.

Blaise walks away back to the party, “Matty why don’t we go dance?” you ask.

He breaks his stare to look back at you, “yeah, sure”

You guide him over to the dance floor area, throwing your arms around his shoulders. Your bodies touch as he places his hands on your back, making you shiver at contact.

“You look so sexy tonight” you say to him, just inches away.

“I think you win there” he smirks, “You make for the hottest bloody Bonnie”

“Hmm” you coo as you rest your head on his chest, still moving back and forth with him, “thank you for dressing up with me.”

“I mean, it’s no big deal-”

“Matty, seriously. You know how much it means to me” you say and you lift your head to look at him and smile lightly, “I love you.”

“I love you” he whispers back, almost like he’s breathless.

You continue to dance with him for a bit before you grab another drink and hang around the rest of the friend group. Theo, Blaise, and Draco dressed as skeletons. They wore suits with black and white skull makeup on their faces.

Mattheo stands behind you, his arms wrapped around you. Your arms lay on top of his as your back is pressed up against him.

“Didn’t Bonnie and Clyde die?” Theo asks, sipping his drink.

“Fuck off Theo” Mattheo responds immediately, “you know they did.”

You laugh before you add, “except we make it look a whole lot better.”

“The blood was a nice touch” Draco nonchalantly adds, Pansy hanging by right next to him. Pansy was dressed as a witch and had been hanging around Draco all night, go figure.

By this point, your heels were uncomfortable, forcing you to consistently shift the weight of you standing back and forth.

With every shift, Mattheo’s grip tightened until eventually, he stopped your movement whispering in your ear, “stop moving, you’re killing me”

You freeze before you turn around, your bodies still touching, “would you like to leave?”

“I was waiting for you to ask that, let’s get out of here” he smirks.

You back away from him, “guys we’re gonna go” you address the group.

Pansy smirks at you and Blaise says bye before Mattheo leads you out of the party and back to the Slytherin house, guiding you with a hand on your back.

When you reach his dorm, he shuts and locks the door behind you.

“I promised you this as long as you stayed at the party with me and you delivered your part…so let me deliver mine” you smirk as you take your top off, undoing the buttons one at a time.

“You’re such a tease” he says as he rips his tie off, “get over here” he says, sitting on the end of the bed.

[sometimes-i-write-good]

Quite the Opposite

1.3k || “I’ll take the mask off if you take that shit off and show your face, luv.” “Negative.” You bat your eyelashes at him. If Ghost didn’t know himself any better, he’d swear his heart stutters. “Scared you’re ugly under there?” Those painted lips of yours quirk up into a smirk. “Quite the opposite, L.t.”

Genre: fluff

CW: none!

Author’s Note: ooc?? maybe. tooth-rotting and sweet?? absolutely.

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It was a rare day off. Not in the unexpected sense. Leave days were rigorously preapproved and, even if Ghost never jumped at the opportunity, he had racked up a serious number of days he could take off if he wanted to.

He never did. What point was there to rack up memories tainted by the dark corners of his past when he could stay and work and forget all the hurt for a little while. Ghost only every made memories when the military forced it on him. Creating a team with people like Soap where it was impossible to have a bland, boring day, forcing him to take leaves when it became obvious Ghost wasn’t going to take them himself, and, most importantly, when they forced him to meet you.

Forced, perhaps, is not the right word. But there’s no way Ghost could possibly admit to being the one that opened up first. He was Distance personified. Far away stares, no communication unless absolutely necessary. Protection. For his sanity and his heart and any other parts of him that had the slightest chance of slipping away from him. Protection from feeling when he’d already spent a painstaking amount of his life icing out anyone or anything that could hurt him.

Only that didn’t explain how he got here. Sitting in your room on base - more of an unused meeting room turned bedroom to give you privacy - waiting for you to finish up with getting ready.

He’d never understood what took you so long to get ready on days where you had all the time in the world. Ghost had watched you be first in line for attendance some mornings knowing damn well you’d rolled out of bed maybe three minutes before that - it wasn’t as though you were fully incapable of quickly getting ready to face the day.

“Almost done yet, kid?” He asks. You give him a hum that could mean ‘soon’ or ‘maybe when the week is out.’

The past thirty minutes have been full of pacing, checking the door to make sure Soap or Gaz weren’t on their way to steal you away from him for the day, and more pacing. This wasn’t a briefing to stand in the corner, motionless, waiting for Price to hand out information to memorize. This was him sitting in one of the small folding chairs staring at you turn your face this way and that in the dim fluorescent lights.

If his heart weren’t threatening to beat out of his chest every time he looked, Simon would spend the entire day watching you put on makeup. Brows furrowed in concentration; lips parted in a way that sends his mind to the gutter. You didn’t know how beautiful you really were.

“I don’t think you need all that shit on your face.” A gruff comment. One he’s said every time you ask if you can go ‘freshen up’ before the squadron heads to a tavern. Ghost shifts in his seat and the chair creaks beneath his large frame. “You look fine without it.”

The comment, as always, knocks a light laugh from your lips. A sound the stills the thundering in Simon’s chest just long enough for him to truly appreciate it.

“Ghost-” he leans forward, almost unconsciously when you say his name- “I wear makeup almost every day.”

He doesn’t say anything. What can he say? I genuinely thought your skin was just that clear. That would only prove Ghost to be one of those men who thought natural makeup was actually their natural face.

“And who are you to talk?” The lit to your voice draws Ghost’s gaze away from the door and towards you, all done up and finally ready to go. “You don’t need all that shit on your face either.”

Ghost raises a gloved hand to his mask, watching with amusement as you gesture to the black face paint under his mask. “I’ll take the mask off if you take that shit off and show your face, luv.”

“Negative.” You bat your eyelashes at him. If Ghost didn’t know himself any better, he’d swear his heart stutters.

“Scared you’re ugly under there?”

Those painted lips of yours quirk up into a smirk. “Quite the opposite, L.t.”

“Now you’re just taking the piss out of me.”

“Maybe.” You shrug and start gathering your things for a quick walk around the marketplace in town. A date. An outing that Ghost had carefully planned under the pretense of a bet from the last poker game he kicked ass on.

“Woah, take me out to dinner first!” You had thrown your head back in laughter at Soap, who had run into you on the way back from the pisser and caught your round the waist. His hand too close to your ass for Ghost’s liking, but you’d always known the right things to say to get out of situations like that.

“I’d love to, bonnie,” Soap had said, “but Ghost over there just ran me out of my last dollar.”

You’d turned, lips quirked then as they were now, and stared at Simon. He kept his gaze flat, uninvolved. Anything to try and keep you from saying what you were about to. “Maybe he should take me out to dinner instead.”

Your words had sucked the light, airy mood straight out of the room and replaced it with thick, sexual tension. Soap could hardly keep his jaw off the floor. Though that may have had more to do with the amount of tequila he’d had that night.

“If I win this hand, I’ll take you out for dinner, lass.” His words replaced the smug look on your face with a scowl. 

“Spending too much time with Johnny?” You asked him. Brown arched in defiance.

You were a horrid cheater - at least, you were to a man who knew how to read situations. Ghost had seen your not-so-subtle glances at his hand, but he’d left his cards up for you to see regardless. It was entirely more entertaining for you to try and call him on bluffing without exposing that you were cheating.

Even harder for you to bluff now when you knew he had nothing. “I’ll take you up on that offer, Ghost,” you cooed.

Soap took a seat next to Simon. Your seat. “Can’t fold though.” He leaned forward to look at Gaz and Price. “None of you can. Wouldn’t be fair to Bonnie over there.”

Fair enough. The only useful thing Ghost had in this hand was a King. Surely Price could scrounge up a pair. Something to get him out of this situation Ghost had managed to put himself in because he wasn’t used to the way you loosened his tongue and pulled prayers from his lips.

Ghost hadn’t expected Fate to be on your side. He should have. Out of the shit had he had, everyone else’s were worse. “Fuckin’ hell. A high card. I win on a fuckin’ high card.”

“Coming, Ghost?” You ask. He can’t remember when you got over by the door but now, with the brighter halls illuminating half your face, he’s stun locked. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

There aren’t enough words in the English language for Simon to pull together and explain that you’ve been replaced by some version of a goddess.

“Surprised that I clean up nice?”

“Something like that?” He stands and makes his way over to you. Careful not to look in your face too long because the sultry fox eyes you’re wearing are more dangerous than any mission he’d faced before.

“Want me to do yours next?” You tease.

“Take off the mask?” He asks, and, when you nod at him, he replies with a curt, “Negative.”

“Are you ugly under there?”

“Quite the opposite.”

You shake your head fondly at him and his lips quirk up into a smile behind the mask. The last thing Simon ever expected to chink away at his frozen heart was a done-up face like yours, but he was quickly coming to realize one thing: you were unlike anyone he’d ever met before.  

[pepprs]

i've always wondered, what does your work tag mean? :O also im obsessed with your previous work tag which i think was like "work tag....... 2!!" and that's how i name my things that are a part 2 of something dksljflsdkf

HEHEHE ty for asking idk if ive ever talked abt this but ive been eagerly awaiting the day when i would >:~) i made “#work tag” for my first job which i had from jan 2018 - may 2019, but in sept 2018 i got a second job (which im still working in currently) so i made the “#work tag…. 2!“ tag for the exact same reason u say “…. 2!” im guessing 😏 but then i was having issues coming back to the tag or accessing it on desktop bc of the ellipses (at least i think that’s why) so i ended up just changing the tag to “#work tag 2” but it’s the same tag and u are all welcome to join me in saying it in my head in the way it was originally intended to be pronounced!

[krmy2386]

Kind Not Weak

Rhett Abbott x Reader

DON’T STEAL!!!

Please be kind!

Total honesty I’ve never actually watched this show… so no idea of this is correct…

WARNINGS: Mainly angst, Bar fight(reader fights Maria for Rhett).

For anyone who really wanted this I am sorry it is late. And also not very lovey😅

If you asked anyone in Wabang about Y/N they would all tell you the same three things.

She was kind.

She was gracious.

And the Abbott boy was smitten with her.

The two met shortly after his fling with Maria blew up in his face. Y/N moved to town on a whim and quickly fell in love with the place. And every member of the town quickly fell in love with her. She often volunteered with children, the elderly, fundraisers, anything. She came off pretty quiet but was a total sweetheart.

That’s what Maria had heard when she came back to town. She had asked around about Rhett, expecting to hear that he was still drinking and riding. She never expected to hear he was engaged.

Rhett had never experienced a love like Y/N’s before. Then again had never met someone like Y/N before. Someone to help others without expecting something in return. She loved every part of him. She never forced him to change but helped in courage him to be better.

It was a typical Friday night which meant family dinner. They were about to dig in when they heard a knock at the door.

Amy shouted, “I’ll get it!”

Perry followed close behind, confused as to who would drive all the way out to the ranch at night. When Amy opened the door Perry’s face dropped.

“Hi!” Maria said, in a sickly sweet voice, “Is your Uncle Rhett here?”

Amy began backing away and looked at Perry.

“What are you doing here?” Perry spat at her. Amy ran off back to the dining room.

“Always the gentleman, Perry.” Maria rolled her eyes, “I’m here to see Rhett.”

Perry seethed. Rhett never could control himself when it came to Maria. Perry couldn’t let her ruin Rhett’s life, again.

“No.” Perry said sharply.

“Perry,” Rhett, said from behind him, “it’s okay.”

Perry looked at his brother. Rhett just nodded and Perry began to walk away.

“It’s been a while, handsome.” Maria said, batting her eyelashes.

Rhett stood tall as he looked at Maria. Those eyes meant nothing to him now.

“What are you doing here, Maria?” Rhett asked calmly, almost bored.

Maria was taken back by his tone. A year ago he’d have fallen at her feet with just one look.

“I- I just wanted to see you. Maybe get a drink?” She asked, her confidence briefly wavering.

“I’ve missed you,” she said seductively.

Rhett rolled his eyes, “No.”

“What?” She asked.

“You’ve missed having someone. Not having me.” Rhett explained. “I’m engaged. I’m happy, Maria. Please leave.”

Maria stood there shocked. She tried to stammer out some words to maybe change his mind but he stopped her, not wanting to hear anything she had to say.

“Goodbye Maria.” He said closing the door.

Maria slowly walked back to her car. She never thought it would end this way.

Perry looked at his brother a cross the table. He heard everything Rhett said to Maria and he could’ve have been prouder. Rhett no longer had a lovesick puppy look whenever he saw Maria. Now he looked at Y/N like she was the most important woman in the world.

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Saturday night, Rhett and Y/N were at the local bar. They tried to go out two or three times a month. Tonight Perry joined them. They sat in their normal booth, casually drinking and making small talk with the other patrons.

Maria sat in the other end of the bar. Glaring at Y/N. She thought to herself, ‘What’s so special about this girl?’ ‘Sure she’s pretty. But she’s so… weak.’ ‘What does Rhett see in-‘ before she could finish her thought she heard a voice say, “Can I help you?”

Maria shook her head slightly, feeling the tequila. Once her eyes focused she saw Y/N standing in front of her. Maria briefly looked over at Rhett, his eyes were firmly set on Y/N.

“What do you mean?” Maria said, with drunken confidence. “I’m just sitting here drinking.”

Y/N crossed her arms, making sure her left ring finger showed, “While glaring at me and my fiancé?” She asked.

Those words made Maria feel sick. She glanced at the ring in Y/N’s hand. Rhett was hers, he was always supposed to be hers.

“Oh trust me, I know your fiancé very, very well.” She said, hoping her insinuation would ruffle the other girl’s feathers.

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh, “So I’ve heard. I know exactly who you are.”

Y/N’s eyes hardened, “You’re the one who broke him.”

“And you think you can fix him?” Maria said smirking, “He will always be mine.”

Y/N shook her head, “He didn’t need me to fix him. He’s a great man. He’s going to be a great husband. To bad you won’t be there to see it.”

Maria couldn’t take it. She lunged at Y/N trying to grab her hair. It was only a matter of seconds before Y/N slammed Maria’s head into the bar and threw her on the floor. Then leaned down to her face.

The entire bar stopped and watched the ‘Town Sweetheart’ get menacingly close to Maria.

“He will never be yours again.”

Y/N stood up and turned around to see Rhett standing there. He quickly began checking ti see if she was okay. Y/N nodded and kissed his cheek.

Maria shakily stood up and shouted, “You’re asking if she’s okay?! What about me?!”

Rhett just rolled his eyes and began to lead Y/N to the door.

“Someone call the cops! She assaulted me!” Maria shouted. Rhett and Y/N stopped. The entire bar stared at her but no one moved for a phone.

“I want her arrested!” She shouted again.

“I didn’t see anything.” The bartender said.

The bar filled with ‘Me neither’ and ‘Same here’.

“Ya know you should really be more careful when you drink. You’re libel to trip and hurt yourself.” Perry said smirking.

Maria stomped out of the bar. Accepting defeat.

The entire bar broke in to cheers for Y/N. They were almost proud of their sweet Y/N for standing up for the man she loved.

Rhett pulled Y/N in for a kiss and slyly put his Stenson on her head and she blushed. He knew that this was out of character for Y/N. But he also knew to never mistake Y/N’s kindness for weakness.

@shakespear-picaso-lovechild

@3tabbiesandalab

@daughterofthereaper02

[hansols-yoda-boxers]

Camp North Star - August 15th

AFAB!Reader x Hirai Momo x Minatozaki Sana x Park Jihyo

Word Count: 7166

Contents: foursome, truth or dare, fingering, dom!Momo, dom!Jihyo, sub!reader, implied switch!Sana, teasing, hair pulling, use of titles (Mommy, Mistress), use of pet names (baby), breast play, clit stimulation, tribbing, choking, slight scratching, oral (reader receiving), praise, over-stimulation, crying

You dried off your body as you sat up on the deck of the pool in the dark. Momo, Sana, and Jihyo were all climbing out from the evening swim you’d taken. You looked at your watch, knowing that Momo and Sana couldn’t stay out too late, not when Nayeon had so graciously agreed to watch their campers, but only for a bit.

Jihyo threw you each a boogie board to sit on instead of the hard concrete and you relaxed back in the warm August night. A breeze was blowing through but it only carried more hot air, though it felt perfect for drying off.

“That was fun,” Sana chimed. “We should do that more often.”

“We can only get Nayeon to babysit so many times,” Momo chuckled.

“I can only do this sparingly,” Jihyo said. “I mean I don’t think Hongseok would be that mad, but if Seungcheol caught us…”

“I don’t know,” you hummed, laying your towel over the boogie board and sitting on it. “Hongseok is getting to be a bit more of a stick in the mud in his old age.”

“You say that like you didn’t fuck him in his office,” Jihyo laughed.

“Shut up,” you giggled, throwing a stray boogie board at her which she managed to catch anyway.

“Didn’t you say something about the showers after?” Jihyo questioned.

“We didn’t do anything in the showers,” you said, sticking your tongue out at her.

“Yeah,” said Sana. “I’m the only one who gets to fuck them in the showers.” Everyone laughed at her comment.

“That explains why you came back with wet hair the other day.” Momo said.

“At least tonight we have towels,” you chuckled.

“I might have forgotten the towels,” Sana confessed with a sheepish grin, blushing while Jihyo and Momo burst into laughter.

“It’s a good thing you’re cute, Sana,” Momo giggled.

“It’s a good thing Minji was willing to bring us towels,” you chuckled.

“Well luckily everyone can dry off comfortably now,” Jihyo said. “How much later do you guys wanna stay?”

“We still have time,” Momo said. “Nayeon said she would stay until just before lights out, she’s checking the cabins tonight anyway so as long as we’re back by 10 we’re fine.”

“We could play a game,” You offered.

“Ohhhh we could play truth or dare,” Sana said excitedly.

“That ought to be interesting,” Momo chuckled.

“Why not?” you laughed. You could already tell Sana was plotting ideas. She was bound to make it sexual right out of the gate but you didn’t mind all that much. It would at least be fun. You were feeling slightly better now. Things were still far from normal between you and Wonwoo but at the very least you could hold a casual conversation again without it feeling massively awkward or like pulling teeth to get an answer. So that was something.

“So long as it doesn’t get too out of hand,” Jihyo said, chewing on her lip.

“See now you sound like Seungcheol,” Momo teased.

“I do not,” she whined. “I’m fun!”

“Fine, then truth or dare?” Momo asked.

“Truth.”

“Figures.”

Jihyo grabbed a nearby pool noodle to whack Momo. “Just ask me a question.”

“Is it true you guys have orgies in Cabin Hydrus?”

Even in the moonlight you could see Jihyo blush deeply. “I-I wouldn’t call them orgies.”

You and Sana squealed while Momo laughed.

“If you’re all having sex than it’s an orgy,” Momo said.

“Hold on, why was I not invited?” You asked.

“You’re not in the cabin,” Jihyo said.

“Yeah but we’re in the same department,” you whined.

“Okay but you’re in a boat usually,” Sana said. “They like to get wet.”

“Okay okay,” Jihyo said, trying to hush you all a bit. “Momo, truth or dare?”

“Dare because I’m not afraid.”

“Whisper a secret to me.”

“Oh my god, you are getting boring,” Momo said, crawling over to her. You couldn’t hear what she said but you saw the look of surprise that crossed Jihyo’s face as she heard the secret.

“Wait really?” Jihyo asked. Momo nodded with a slight grin.

“What was it?” Sana pouted.

“Sorry, can’t tell you,” Momo giggled. “She should have told me to tell the whole group.” Momo looked at you. “Truth or dare?”

“I’ll go with dare.”

“Take your top off.”

You felt heat rush to your skin as the others giggled. “Hold on, you just had to whisper a secret and I have to take my tits out?”

“You really should be prepared for anything,” She shrugged. “You can switch the truth, but only once.”

“Fine, I’ll do it,” you muttered, pulling down the straps on your bathing suit top. You didn’t look any of them in the eye as you took your arms out of the straps and pushed it down just enough to rest under your breasts, thankful for the warm night so the air didn’t chill you.

You would have thought by this point in the summer this wouldn’t feel so embarrassing and yet…

“Okay, Sana,” you said, very aware of how she was now staring at your chest. “Truth or dare?”

“Hmmmmm truth,” She said. 

“Ummm,” you wracked your brain for a good question. “How many times have you faked an orgasm?”

“I never fake an orgasm!” she said. “I want them to know if they do a bad job.”

Momo nudged her hard and gave her a pointed look.

“Okay, well I don’t anymore.”

You and Jihyo snorted.

“Some people just cannot figure out how to get me off, not like it’s that hard,” she muttered. “Anyway, Jihyo, truth or dare?”

“I don’t trust you at all,” Jihyo said.

“That doesn’t answer my question,” Sana grinned. “And you said truth last time.”

“Fine, dare.”

“Perfect,” she smiled brightly. “I dare you to do a pole dance with an imaginary pole.”

Jihyo flushed red, visible even in the darkness, as she stood up. You tried for a moment to forget about how bare you were as you watched her in all of her embarrassment, trying to be sexy while Sana hummed music and Momo giggled. She was quick to sit back down, letting her hair partially fall in her face.

Jihyo said your name. “Truth or dare?”

“I’m going for truth this time,” you said.

“What’s your body count for this summer?”

“Oh geez,” you said, looking up at the sky. “Give me a second.” The girls all giggled as you counted out on your fingers, trying to remember everyone. “Wait is it just sex or anyone I’ve fooled around with?”

“Include anyone you fooled around with,” Said Sana.

“Then, god I think it’s 18?” You said, hoping you weren’t forgetting anyone. “That kinda blows Soonyoung out of the water.”

“Congrats,” snickered Momo. “You’re the resident whore.”

“Shut up,” you laughed, grabbing a wayward pool noodle and whacking her with it as she giggled.

“Your turn, truth or dare?”

“Hmmm dare,” she said.

You grinned. “I dare you to play with your nipples for the rest of the game.”

Sana giggled while Jihyo looked between you two, a little panicked. “See when I said not to get out of hand-”

“You say that like it’s hard,” Momo chuckled, pinching her nipples through her swimsuit top and rolling them slowly, clearly more than happy to be giving herself pleasure. “Sana, truth or dare?”

“Dare,” she said easily.

“Show us a fake orgasm.”

“You guys!” Jihyo hissed.

Sana blushed, biting down on her finger coyly. “You really wanna see it?”

“Oh shut up and do it,” you laughed, nudging her knee with your foot. Jihyo was looking over her shoulder towards the camp building, clearly worried someone would notice your increasingly risque game.

Sana, on the other hand, didn’t seem to care. She rested back on her elbows before letting out a moan, legs rubbing together and squirming as if she was actually experiencing pleasure. You watched as her mouth fell open, brows knitting together and eyes falling closed as her back arched and she let out very convincing moans that climbed higher and higher in her voice.

You couldn’t help the way it sent thrills of arousal through your body. You shifted a little, pressing your thighs together as you watched and listened to her. Out of the corner of your eye you could see Momo pinching her own nipples a little harder and Jihyo biting down on her bottom lip.

Sana drew her knees up close to her, head falling back in a beautiful, high cry as she “finished,” even managing to have her legs shaking a little and letting out heavy breaths as she opened her eyes. Whether she still did it or not in bed, she was very good at it.

“O-Okay,” Said Jihyo. “Maybe not so loud,” she glanced over her shoulder again, trying to shift her thighs inconspicuously. “B-But let’s keep playing.”

“Okay,” purred Sana. “Truth or dare?” Her voice was much more sultry and it was doing you no favours. By the looks of it you weren’t alone in that.

“Uh, dare?” Jihyo said.

Sana grinned, “I dare you to give me a hickey.” Jihyo seemed surprised at the relatively tame request but Momo was eyeing Sana.

“You are such a whore,” she snickered.

“I’ve done nothing,” Sana said innocently, batting her eyelashes as Jihyo crawled towards her. She rested back as Jihyo kissed low on her chest, pushing down the top of her swimsuit before sucking the skin between her lips.

Sana let her head fall back, letting out a moan, you hugged your knees to your chest, shifting again as more heat started to pool between your legs. She was putting on a show now, and you were sure the whole goal was to rile all of you up. It was working too. Somewhere in the back of your mind you questioned how you had become friends with so many people that liked to initiate orgies.

Jihyo pulled back, a fresh, dark bruise blossoming on Sana’s chest. Sana smiled at her cutely.

“Thank you, Mommy.”

You bit down on your lip as you watched Jihyo taking a deep breath, looking like she could just about devour Sana but restraining herself instead and sitting back on her heels.

“Momo,” Jihyo sniffed, regaining her composure. “Truth or dare?”

“I haven’t picked truth yet,” her voice still sounded even but the way she subtly  squirmed her body told you she was very much turned on.

Jihyo sighed, thinking for a moment. “Tell us about one of your favourite porn tropes.”

“See that’s a good question,” she smirked. “I really love the ones where a group of girls all gang up on one girl. Sometimes they’re cheerleaders, maybe lifeguards. The all hold down the one girl and make her cum until she can’t think of anything else and it’s the best fuck she’s ever had.”

Whether she was trying to toy with Sana or Jihyo you didn’t know but you did know that it was getting to you. Without warning your brain started swimming in images of the three of them surrounding you, all pleasuring you at once. Your fingers curled into the hem of your swimsuit as more asorual rushed through your body at the sudden but not unwelcome mental images.

What you absolutely could have done without though, was the whimper that escaped your lips.

You quickly looked around at all three of them, feeling heat licking at your skin and suddenly wishing for a cool breeze. None of them said a word about your outburst, but the looks on their faces made it clear they had all heard you.

“Sana,” Momo said. “Truth or dare?”

“Hmm, truth,” she said.

Momo nodded towards you with a smug look on her face. “If you could do anything to them right now, what would you do?”

“H-Hey!” You cried, curling in on yourself. Momo was definitely just trying to mess with you now. Jihyo, however, just bit her lip, invested in whatever Sana was going to say.

“I just want to eat them out,” she smirked, though her voice was sweet. “I only got such a little taste last time. I just want to push them back and hold their legs open and taste them. I want them dripping on my tongue. I want to know just how wet they’ve been getting watching everything.”

You knew that Sana knew she was making it worse. You did your best to hold still but something about having others around emboldened her. She was far less sweet and far more teasing. You could feel the others with their eyes on you even though your gaze was locked with Sana’s.

Heat licked at your skin as it curled down your spin. You knew you were wet at this point, though your body had long dried from the pool. But the more they talked the more your need grew, even if you were determined to hide just how much everything was affecting you.

“Does that sound good to you?” Sana asked sweetly.

“It sounds fine.” Your voice was so breathy and obviously turned on it wasn’t even funny. Sana looked so very proud of herself as Momo and Jihyo regarded you with the gazes of lionesses just waiting to pounce on their prey.

“Truth or dare?” Sana asked sweetly.

There was no good option at this point.

“Dare?”

A smirk curled Sana’s lips. “I dare you to finger yourself.”

It was a mark of how much the mood had shifted that nobody giggled. Jihyo looked mildly surprised, though more interested in if you would actually do it. Momo was unphased, only expectant.

You felt your skin burning as you looked down.

“C-Come on,” you mumbled. “You already made me half strip.”

“Well if you’re going to forfeit,” Sana said.

“That’d be no fun,” Momo added. “Sana even showed us a fake orgasm.”

“You made Momo play with her nipples,” Sana said.

“Okay,” you said. You spread your legs just the smallest bit, hyper aware of the way they were watching you. You bit down on your lip as you pushed your hand into your swimsuit bottoms. One hand came up to hold your breast, if for no other reason than to cover you a little bit. You slipped your hand down until your fingers found your clit, biting back the moan that threatened to leave your lips at the touch. Of course you were already wet and sensitive, of course it was going to be harder to keep yourself quiet now.

“Wh-Who wants to be-”

“Hold on,” Jihyo stopped you from moving the game along. Apparently she wanted in on the fun now too. “Are you fingering yourself or just touching yourself?”

“I-I”

“Oh naughty,” Sana chided. “The dare was to finger yourself.”

“I know that,” you mumbled. They were all shifting a little closer now, watching you intently. You couldn’t meet anyone’s eyes, feeling a mix of embarrassment and excitement from all the attention. Some part of you wanting even more and your mind refusing to stop playing images of them taking you all at once. Your own finger slid lower. You were still covering yourself shyly as much as you could as you pressed the finger into your heat.

No amount of lip biting or self control could stop the moan that left your lips. Each of them pressed even closer to you as you stopped moving your finger, face burning and butterflies in your stomach. Jihyo reached out to touch you, rubbing your thigh soothingly.

“Sh-Should we move on?” You asked quietly, already knowing the game was long gone from everyone’s minds.

“You’ve barely shown us anything,” Momo said. “You need to properly finger yourself.”

“You need to let us see,” Sana smirked, settling right next to you, her hand landing on your knee. Your body tensed a little but Jihyo hushed you and as you relaxed the two of them pulled your legs apart to see you properly as you slowly curled your finger inside yourself, only doing so halfheartedly and trying to make sense of your overwhelming feelings. You were embarrassed beyond belief but you also couldn’t deny that the ways they were looking at you, the light touches of Sana’s and Jihyo’s fingers, the attention, was turning you on even more. It had you clenching around your finger.

It was no secret to yourself that you wanted this to continue.

“Looks like one part of your suit didn’t quite dry,” Momo murmured. Her fingers reached out to trace the edge of your swimsuit at the apex of your thigh. You took in a sharp breath at the feeling, some part of your brain wondering if you should outright ask them for more.

“I-I It’s still wet,” you mumbled.

“Are you sure it’s still wet?” Jihyo purred, leaning in a little closer to your ear. “Are you sure it’s not freshly wet?”

“It’s- I mean-”

“It’s not very nice to lie to us,” Momo added, sounding more stern than Jihyo had.

“I think we’ll need to see for ourselves.” Sana added.

It wasn’t as if you didn’t know what she was getting at, or where this seemed to be headed. Still, you looked at Sana with wide eyes at her suggestion as Momo hooked her fingers into the waist of your swimsuit bottoms. Sana simply gave you a smirk and Momo looked up at you expectantly. You looked over at Jihyo and she brought her hand up to caress your cheek.

“Can you show us?” She asked softly, really looking to see if you wanted to continue. You nodded slowly for her and she grinned.

Momo pulled off the bottoms of your swimsuit and you let your hand fall away, pulling your finger away from your core. Jihyo shifted partially behind you, pulling off the top of your swimsuit and leaving you bare as they spread your legs again. Each of them let out a moan or whine at the sight of your body and your glistening core. You only took a quick peek at your own pussy before looking away, unable to shake the shyness nor the embarrassment and very aware that they only made you hornier.

“You look so pretty,” Sana moaned, fingers dragging through your folds and sparking pleasure inside you. Jihyo sat behind you, leaning you back against her as Momo ran her fingers over your thighs.

“Fuck, and you got me all turned on, too,” you said, breathiness finally showing in her voice.

“You two could put on a nice little show for them,” Jihyo murmured. “I think I need to help them with their fingering technique.”

Momo was almost rough as she grabbed Sana’s hair, earning a moan from Sana as she pulled her closer. You watched Momo strip off her swimsuit in the moonlight, throwing it aside. Your eyes couldn’t help but rove over her form, the way her hair cascaded down her back, the swell of her breasts, down to her waist and the curve of her hips as she seated herself, spreading her legs and pulling Sana closer.

Sana kissed her feverishly, wasting no time in sinking two fingers into Momo’s awaiting core. Momo let out a moan, knee falling to the side so you could see just what Sana was doing as she started to finger her.

“They look good, don’t they,'' Jihyo hummed, her hand wrapped around you and her fingers found your clit, teasing you lazily.

“Th-They do,” you whimpered, squirming in her grasp. You were already very turned on and the pressure she put on your small bundle of nerves was easily making you wetter and needier. Your whole body felt hot as you melted back into her, desiring nothing more than more of her touch.

Jihyo brought a hand up to your chest.

“You and Sana are turning out to be a lot of fun,” she purred. “Momo is certainly enjoying her.”

Momo let out a moan, her fingers tangled firmly in Sana’s hair as her head fell back. She pushed Sana���s head down roughly and Sana took one of Momo’s nipples into her mouth, sucking on it. Her fingers curled into Momo quickly and you could imagine, could remember how good it felt.

“And you're just too cute,” Jihyo teased. You let out a whimper as she tugged on your nipple, fingers pressing a little harder against your clit and circling just a little faster. Not fully giving you what you craved.

“You are so adorable when you get shy,” She said, making you look away from her. “Even now when I’ve got your legs open. You’re all spread out to the world and you’re still being shy for me. It’s just precious.”

Her words were only turning you on more as you squirmed, trying to rock you hips against her hand for more. The sight in front of you was incredibly arousing, and the way Jihyo moved her fingers had tension building in your body already. Even still, your core was very aware of what it was missing and you found your hands curling into the towel under you as you wondered if Jihyo would try and tell you off for fingering yourself.

“You’ve got such cute tits,” she hummed, tugging on your nipple again. “Does it feel good when I get a little rough with you?”

“Mhm,” you hummed.

“Come on,” she said, squeezing your breast roughly. “You know I have a title.”

“Y-Yes Mommy,” the words dripped from your lips just the way arousal dripped from your cunt. The word managed to turn you on even more, something about the feeling of it leaving your lips was making your head spin. You were starting to feel desperate, squirming more in her grasp as the tension in your body built slowly, but not as fast as you wanted it.

“Very good,” Jihyo hummed. “You should look at your cute little pussy, baby.” 

You whined at the pet name, somehow even in this state your brain still had the capacity for shame, though you were sure it wouldn’t take too long before that was gone too. Still, you looked down at your pussy just as she said. Even the moonlight you could see how much her touch was affecting you, already a little swollen from her teasing.

It just made you want to cum even more. Momo’s moans and curses weren’t letting up and Sana was letting out moans of her own, particularly each time Momo pulled her hair. Her ass and thighs kept shifting and rolling as they searched for some kind of friction while she fucked Momo with her fingers. 

Their sounds were filling your mind and making you clench around the utter nothing in your cunt. Even though you could get to your high eventually, it was clear Momo was getting closer to hers and you were still frustratingly far from your own, wanting Jihyo to go a little harder, a little faster, instead of taking her time.

You reached a hand between her legs. There was no way she wouldn’t notice, but maybe-

Jihyo grabbed your wrist sharply, pulling your hand away.

“What do you think you’re doing?” She asked.

“I w-want to cum,” you mumbled pitifully.

“So I’m not doing a good job?” She questioned.

“N-No you-”

“You have to do it yourself? I’m not treating you well?”

“N-No th-that’s not- I-I just wanted-” You were shrinking into her, complete putty in her hands now. She was making you feel good, just not fast enough. “I-I want to cum now.”

“I see,” she said. For a moment you were afraid she would pull away and you thought it might just make you cry if she didn’t give you any more attention. But her hand came back to your clit, rubbing much more roughly as her other hand moved to play with your other nipple roughly.

“I’m so nice to you, baby,” she said. “I’ll make you cum. I’ll make sure we keep you cumming until I think you’ve had enough. Does that sound good?”

“Y-Yes Mommy,” you moaned, back arching as tension started through your body, winding you tight. Jihyo’s fingers teased your nipple roughly and her hand didn’t let up on your clit.

“You’re going to cum for me just like this,” she said. “I’m not putting anything inside of you. Your greedy little pussy will just have to wait.”

“Mhm,” your whine was high in your voice as your hips ground and rolled up against her fingers. Your eyes squeezed shut but you could hear Momo moaning out as she came on Sana’s fingers. 

“And you’ll be grateful for every orgasm we give you, tonight,” Jihyo said, warning in her tone.

“Yes Mommy,” you breathed, feeling your whole body pulling tight, every muscle tensed as she brought you right to your edge.

“Then cum for me, baby.”

You cried out as you came, legs trembling but you managed to hold them open. You hips ground in circles as she kept teasing your clit and tugging roughly on your nipples while pleasure washed over you, enveloping your senses.

“Th-Thank you, Mommy,” you already knew you had made a mistake tonight and you didn’t want to make more. Her fingers kept teasing you, though much slower. It was still enough to have you jolting and squirming and whimpering in her grasp as she looked up at Momo and Sana.

“Momo,” she called.

You opened your eyes, seeing Momo smirking at you. “Yes?”

“I’d love some time to play with Sana,” Jihyo said. “But they’re just so desperate to keep cumming.” She squeezed your thighs. “They nearly started touching themselves. Do you think you can come over here and help them?”

“Of course,” Momo grinned, releasing Sana’s hair. Jihyo moved away and you managed to sit up as Momo came over and took her place. She was gentle as she rested her legs on either side of you but you knew it wouldn’t last long with how she was with Sana. You bit down on your lip, holding in your whimpers as she dragged her nails over your skin while you watched Jihyo pull off her swimsuit, instructing Sana to do the same. Sana scrambled to follow her lead as you felt Momo’s fingers trail towards your core.

Jihyo gently sat Sana back and spread her legs. You bit down on your lip as you watched Jihyo lower herself onto Sana, starting to grind her pussy against Sana’s and holding onto her leg for support. Sana let out a cute, whiny moan, while Jihyo let out a low groan, leaning forwards to stick a finger in Sana’s mouth and murmuring something to her that you couldn’t hear.

You gasped as you felt Momo spreading your lower lips with one hand and finding you clit with the other. She looked down over your shoulder as she tapped her fingers against your clit quickly. Even though it wasn’t too rough you were already sensitive and the sensation made you squirm and whimper and grip her thighs for support.

“Oh, so sensitive,” Momo teased, rubbing your clit before tapping it again. “It was naughty of you to try and play with yourself.”

“I-I know,” you whimpered.

“Now you better be good for us, can you do that? Can you be good for Mommy and Mistress?”

“Y-Yes Mistress,” you gasped taking her cue. Your legs threatened to close but Momo wasn’t having it.

“Keep them open,” she growled. “I want to see how swollen your pretty little cunt gets when I make you cum.”

“Y-Yes M-Mistress,” You managed, your voice only getting whinier.

“Maybe I should make you cum just like this? What would you say?” She was toying with you, you knew it. But you also knew better than to be a brat at the moment.

“Th-Th- I would- I’d say thank y-you, M-Mistress,” you whimpered, your hips trying to pull away from the quick taps against your sensitive clit. Each one sending an intense jolt of pleasure through your body. But you could only back up into Momo. You had to take it, even though it was already intense and you were only just starting to build to your second orgasm.

“Good job, baby,” she hummed. “Is that what you want?”

You squirmed and whined. Was it a trick or could you actually tell her that your pussy was so frustratingly empty. That you needed something in it.

“You can tell me the truth,” she murmured.

“I-I want s-something inside me,” you moaned, letting out a squeal as her taps got a little bit rougher.

“I can do that for you, baby,” she purred. Finally her fingers relented, one hand slipping down to your core and easily pressing two fingers into you. You moaned out embarrassingly loudly as she curled his fingers into you. After so much waiting the feeling of being full of something was so welcome. Momo’s other hand came up your body and you gasped as she wrapped it around your throat.

“Why don’t you watch the show while I fuck you,” Momo said, squeezing your throat lightly as you brought your eyes up to look at Sana and Jihyo.

Sana’s head had fallen back and her chest was heaving as she gripped Jihyo’s hips. She looked as if she was just on her edge. Though her fake moans had been good, they were nothing compared to the whines and cries falling off her lips now.

Jihyo was grinding down on her hard, moans cascading off her own lips between cooing at Sana and the look of pleasure on her face. She had Sana’s leg up in the air, holding onto it for support while the other rested on Sana’s waist as she chased her high.

You moaned, clenching around Momo’s fingers as they started to fuck into you fast. There was no gentleness to it, moving quickly and nipping at your ear playfully when you let out a broken moan.

“Is this what you wanted?” She teased.

“F-Fuck,” your eyelids were heavy as your body started to tense again. Your legs were already shaking and you were clenching around her fingers as she brought you towards your second orgasm. Momo’s hand squeezed around your throat and your eyes flew open.

“What was that?” She growled.

“Y-Yes Mistress. Thank you M-Mistress,” you whined quickly, trying to save face.

“You just can’t quite behave today, can you?” Momo said. Her hand dropped from your neck as Sana started to cum, crying out and shaking underneath Jihyo who was still grinding on her hard.

Momo’s fingers were relentless, fucking into your fast and rough and making your own legs shake. She brought her other hand down to your clit and you cried out as she started to rub it roughly, only able to press back into her as the intense feeling coursed through your body and you squeezed your eyes shut.

“Poor baby, are you too sensitive for this? Did I make your poor little cunt too sensitive?” She cooed.

You nodded, unable to give her proper words in response. But you just heard Momo chuckle as you squirmed and wriggled in her grasp.

“That’s too bad, I’m not done with you yet.”

Curses and moans fell off your lips at the nearly overwhelming feeling as she played with your clit just as roughly as her fingers fucked you. Your body tensed as you got close to your edge again. You could hear Jihyo’s moans as she came, which only made you clench around Momo’s fingers more. She nipped at your neck.

“Come on, baby.” She murmured. “Cum again, cum for me.”

You cried out, unable to keep your legs open as your body released. Pleasure coursed through you and you shook from the force of your orgasm, grasping at the towel beneath you and squeezing your eyes shut as Momo brought you through your orgasm.

You were tired and twitching when she finally let up. She was gentle as she pushed your legs open again, only to start tapping her fingers against your clit again.

You couldn’t tell if it was harder than before but it didn’t matter. You were so sensitive that the feeling was verging on painful, but not quite. Even if it was a lot, it still felt good.

“Th-Th- Thank you M-M-Mistress,” you managed as Sana and Jihyo came closer.

“I hope you know I’m not done with you yet,” Momo murmured as she let you lay back on the towel. Sana and Jihyo came to sit on either side of you and you gently reached out to touch them both, finding a spot on each of their thighs as you looked up at Jihyo.

“Can you handle some more, baby?” Jihyo asked.

You nodded, your brain struggling to form words. The nod seemed good enough for her though as she threw some sort of glance at Momo. You felt her push your legs back, opening them wide as you laid on your back and you whimpered, already knowing what was coming.

“Shhh,” Jihyo hushed you as she took your hand, rubbing soothing circles into the back of it. “You’re doing so well.”

“And you look so pretty,” Sana added, lying down with you to kiss at your neck. “I still wanna taste you,” she hummed against your skin.

Your mind spun at the idea. You weren’t sure you could handle that much more, but for as overwhelming as it felt, it was also so good. You hadn’t felt this good in a while and you knew when they were done with you you would feel so utterly satisfied.

Sana kissed down to take one of your nipples into her mouth as Momo pressed three fingers into you and drew her tongue over your over-sensitive clit.

Your body jolted and tried to buck up against her as you cried out from the intensity. Momo held you down as she started fingering you quickly again, her tongue lapping over your clit and sending shockwaves through your body each time she did.

Jihyo leaned down over you. “You poor thing, I bet you’re so sensitive now.”

“Y-Yes M-Mommy,” you gasped, gazing up at her. You moaned, back arching off the ground as she took your unattended nipple between her fingers and started rolling it.

“I know, baby,” she cooed. “But you are just so much fun to play with. You sound so cute.”

“You’re so soft,” Sana murmured against you before sucking on your nipple again.

Jihyo threaded her free hand into your hair gently, tilting your head to look at her.

“If it’s too much, just tell me,” her voice was a little more serious. You knew she was checking again, making sure they weren’t pushing you too far. Despite how overwhelming the touch was starting to feel each oragsm that they brought you was better. And your sensitive body was so much faster now, already you could feel the tightening in your core, your body getting tense as your third orgasm approached.

“I-I like it, M-Mommy,” you moaned.

Jihyo smirked down at you, tugging your nipple a little more roughly. “Perfect, baby.”

You panted and moaned and took in the sounds they made. Sana’s were quiet, small sighs and whimpers against your skin, punctuated by words.

“You’re so pretty,” she hummed. “I want to taste you so bad. Everything about you is so divine.”

Her praise only had you clenching around Momo’s fingers more as they fucked into you. Momo let out moans against your core, if only to send the vibrations careening through your nearly fucked out body. She seemed to like it when you squirmed or bucked your hips, holding you still with more force.

The lewd, wet sounds of her fingers fucking you and her tongue lapping at your clit was only adding to everything you were feeling. Your fingers curled around the towel, your other hand grabbing at Sana and holding her close as your body trembled and you managed to look up at Jihyo.

“Are you going to cum for us again, baby?” She grinned.

You could only manage to nod at her, no words forming in your head. Jihyo still played with your hair sweetly.

“Good, cum for us baby.”

You let out a broken cry as you came on Momo’s fingers again. Your cunt squeezed around them tightly as she sucked at your clit. Your eyes rolled back and your back tried to arch up, stopped only by Sana pressing you down as she kept sucking at your nipple. Jihyo played with your other nipple teasing it as you rode through your orgasm until you were twitching and gasping, eyes unable to open.

Momo pulled away from you gently and you laid there, panting as Sana moved away too. Very gently, Jihyo lifted you up a little, laying you back on her but not fully sitting you up, lounging back. You felt Sana pushing your legs up and you whimpered, head lolling to one side. You knew she wanted to taste you but you didn’t know if you could take another orgasm.

Jihyo pressed a kiss under your ear as she and Momo pulled your thighs back until they were nearly flush with your chest. 

“All you have to say is stop,” she whispered to you. You felt Sana pressing kisses near your core and Momo trailing her fingers over your legs and hips, but they all gave you a moment to think. You managed to open your eyes, gazing down at Sana’s sweet, hopeful expression and feeling arousal course through you.

How were you still needy? You didn’t know. But you did love the attention they were showering you in. It was so nice, felt so good. You bit your lip, taking in the sight of how swollen your pussy was from so much stimulation.

“Just a little more,” you mumbled.

Momo pressed close to you, lips brushing against yours and pressing your thigh more firmly against you as Sana pressed her face closer, her tongue dipping into your dripping core.

“I thought so,” She murmured. “You’re still needy, aren’t you?”

Jihyo chuckled. “Poor baby can’t get enough of us.”

You whimpered and moaned at the feeling of Sana’s tongue starting to fuck into you. The fact that she was moaning as she did so only made it that much worse. The vibration rushed through your body and you trembled from them as Jihyo and Momo continued to tease you.

“You knew it was a bad idea to try and touch yourself,” Jihyo said.

“That was naughty of you,” Momo added, lips just out of reach for a kiss. “And all we did was give you pleasure.”

You cried out, fully meeting her eye as the fingers of her free hand found one of your nipples. She tugged on it roughly before rolling and pinching it between her fingers quickly. You felt yourself clenching around Sana’s tongue as she fucked it into you.

“You are so lucky,” Momo smirked.

“Y-Yes Mistress,” you gasped.

“We’ll keep being nice to you,” Jihyo murmured. “One more orgasm.”

She waited for a moment and though you whimpered at the thought you didn’t protest. The two of them chuckled as Jihyo’s hand slid down your body.

“I knew they were needy,” Momo grinned.

“Such a needy baby,” Jihyo added as her fingers reached your clit and started rubbing, fast and rough.

The sound that made it past your lips was somewhere between a moan and a scream. The feeling was so intense. Sana’s tongue curling into you, Momo’s fingers playing with your sensitive nipples, and Jihyo toying with your poor clit again. Waves of pleasure were washing through you in an overwhelming way as your body jerked and squirmed in their grasp.

Momo dropped her lips to kiss at your neck and chest while Jihyo nipped at your ear.

“This is just what you wanted, right?” She teased. “The center of attention, everyone making you cum until you can’t think straight?”

“Y-Y-Y-” Words refused to form on your tongue but Jihyo seemed to understand you.

“Exactly what you wanted,” her fingers moved even faster and you felt your eyes rolling back then squeezing shut as tears started to prick them. “To be fucked senseless.”

Your body shook as every part of you tensed. The force of your impending release was almost frightening but also so welcoming as stars started bursting behind your eyes.

“Cum for us again baby, just like you wanted. Cum for us and show us just how well we’ve ruined you.”

You nearly screamed out as you came. Momo and Jihyo held your legs open, Jihyo’s fingers and Sana’s tongue not letting up, nor did Momo as your release crashed over you, nearly knocking you out. You felt your world tilting and you head felt fuzzy as your body shook and jerked and squirmed while pleasure completely sucked you under.

A few tears slipped from your eyes and Jihyo pulled her hands away. Momo and Sana followed suit. You couldn’t open your eyes as you tried to steady your breathing, babbling out a series of “thank yous” as Jihyo turned you onto your side to cuddle into her chest.

“Good job,” she hummed, rubbing your back. “That was such a good job.”

You felt Sana and Momo’s hands on you two, touching you soothingly as your body shook.

“That was so perfect,” Sana murmured, leaving a series of kisses along your skin.

“You took everything so well for us,” Momo added.

You snuggled into Jihyo's chest more, trying to keep calm while the intensity of it pushed you towards tears. Jihyo pressed a kiss to your head, seeming to read you well.

“You can cry if you need to,” she said softly. You shook your head and she chuckled while an alarm went off. Sana looked around, finding her phone in her bag.

“Oh crap, it’s 10.”

You managed to look up as Momo looked at you worriedly. “We have to go.”

“It’s okay,” your voice was a bit rough as you managed to speak.

Momo gave your thigh a squeeze and Sana kissed your nose as they scrambled to get their things back on before they headed to their cabin. You sat up and Jihyo followed you, not letting you sit up yet.

“Hold on,” she said. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you said, trying to push the swell of emotions down.

Jihyo held your jaw gently, looking at you a little more intently. You felt everything rushing back up to the surface and your face scrunched up as you started to cry.

“I-I’m sorry,” you blubbered as she pulled you against her chest.

“It’s alright,” she soothed, rubbing your back. “That was intense. Just let it all out. You can come stay the night with me if you want.”

“Yes, please,” you sniffled, clinging to her and nuzzling your head into her neck.

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“Mr. Coffee-Shop-Hotshot”

Pairing: Hikaru Hitachiin x f!reader Genre: fluff, angst, smut Warnings: jealous and possessive Hikaru, unprotected sex (wrap it up), a dash of degradation, choking, and I think that’s it lmao Summary: You’ve been dating Hikaru since high school but that doesn’t stop him from getting jealous of your coworker at the coffee shop Word Count: 4.1k words  A/N: characters are aged up!! Prompt #72 from my 1k Followers Event: “You’re Mine.”

You and Hikaru have been sweethearts since high school. The thing is, when you two first started dating, no one thought it was going to last, seeing as how you two were literally enemies until Hikaru kissed you to shut you up. After that kiss, you two avoided each other until Kaoru tried talking to you while pretending to be Hikaru. You weren’t blind though. You could tell it was Kaoru instead of his twin. You played along until the end though, only revealing you knew it was really him until he got his point across. His point was “I’m sorry for treating you so poorly. I’m just not very good with feelings and I didn’t know how to face you after the kiss without arguing with you.” You figured that Kaoru wouldn’t say something like that unless Hikaru felt that way himself. So, you grew a pair and talked to Hikaru after he was done with the Host Club. 

“It appears I’m going to be the man in this relationship.” was the first thing you said to him, to which he scoffed at because A. if anyone is going to be the man, it’s him and B. who says you two are in a relationship? 

You just kissed him and that easily proved your point. From then on, you two started dating, to everyone’s surprise. Just because you two were dating though doesn’t mean you two stopped fighting. While everyone else has their honeymoon phase, you two went right to the old married couple stage. They weren’t ever serious fights though. One time you two argued about who had better eyes. Hikaru couldn’t admit to you that it was definitely you and you couldn’t admit to him that it was actually him, so you both claimed that it was yourselves. 

After that phase ended though, you two went into the honeymoon phase, which just confused everyone, including you and Hikaru. Suddenly, him leaving his used cup on your bedside table didn’t bother you anymore. You’ll just bring it down with you when you go downstairs. Hikaru realized that he didn’t mind you having your clothes thrown out in every other direction in his room anymore. His maid will just clean it up anyway. No harm done. 

The honeymoon ‘phase’ was more annoying to everyone than the old married couple phase. Now, instead of you two arguing who wants the last piece of candy, you two are ‘arguing’ about who gets to kiss who last. It makes everyone gag. Honey senpai seems to think it’s really sweet though. 

That was four years ago and now, you two are just as bad now as you were back then. Everyone, luckily and unluckily, decided to go to the same university. It is way out of your price range but that wasn’t going to stop your boyfriend of four years from getting you to go there. “I’ll pay off all your bills, babe. Don’t worry,” he’ll always reassure you despite your worries and nagging. You refuse to let him pay for it all though, so you got a job. 

It was actually pretty easy to nail the job, seeing as how it’s at the coffee shop where you and the gang always went for energy boosters and to study. You were already friends with the manager from going in there so much, so when you asked if they were hiring, they practically hired you on the spot. 

Hikaru didn’t like you having a job though. 

“Why do you even work here? I can pay for everything, babe. You don’t have to worry about it. So why don’t you just quit? I miss hanging out with you,” he complains every time you leave for work, when he shows up to your work, and when you come back to your shared apartment. His argument, in your royal opinion, is stupid. If anything, you see him too much as it is. I mean, you already live with the guy and have half of your classes with him. What more does he want from you?

It took him a month to finally accept the fact that yes, you will pay for things yourself, and no, you are not quitting just because he wants you to. Once he realizes that you can secretly give him free coffee though, not that price ever mattered to him, he was happy. “Okay, but I also want a free muffin,” he finally agreed. 

It was like that for maybe half a year before new problems started to arise. Your boss hired a new guy who you don’t even know the name of yet but, oh, Hikaru hates him already. “I don’t like him. He smells like too much Axe body spray and he has a weird, purple piercing in his eyebrow. And! And, he has a tattoo. A tattoo! Who does he think he is,” Hikaru complains to you while you try to do homework. He had gotten your schedule mixed up and when he went to go see you on your day off, he ran into the new guy. You weren’t surprised that he could tell he’s new since Hikaru is practically there as much as you are. He knows everyone and, of course, everyone loves him. 

Not this guy though, apparently. 

“When he gave me my coffee, it tasted off! Then, I realized, he didn’t add sugar! I didn’t say anything about sugar!” he continues to rant, making you sigh and set your pencil down. You turn to face him now, placing your hand over his and soothingly rubbing your thumb over his smooth skin. 

“Baby, I’m sure it was an accident. He’s new, remember? I’m sure he just forgot to add it,” you reassure, giving his cheek a kiss once he takes a deep breath and lets it all go in one breath. 

“Fine. I guess you’re right. But if he messes up again, I won’t hesitate to say something next time!” You giggle at this and nod your head, giving him a proper kiss this time to relax him even more. 

“Okay, baby. You do that,” you tease before going back to your homework. This, of course, was just not okay. 

“Babe, we’ve been studying for hours. Let’s take a break,” he coos, moving closer to you and starting to place kisses along your neck. You try to ignore him and focus but your boyfriend knows you too well. Knows your body too well. 

“You mean I’ve been studying for hours. You’ve just been talking and playing on your phone,” you tease, a gasp ripping from you when he sucks and nibbles on your sweet spot. You feel him smirk against your skin, his hands coming to squeeze your thighs. 

“Fair point. Makeout with me a little and then, and only then, will I study,” he bargains, making you roll your eyes. 

“Fat chance,” you decline him as you playfully push him away, making him whine loudly. 

“But baby—”

“No. Study and then, and only then, will I makeout with you,” you bargain right back, a smirk of your own coming to your face. 

“You’re wicked,” he says with a dramatic gasp and a hand across his heart. When you don’t reply or even react, he groans before finally picking up his pencil. “Fine! You better take your shirt off too then,” he snaps before focusing on his work. Most of your study sessions go like this. 

The next day at work, the new guy, Ritsu, came in in the middle of your shift. Your boss introduced the two of you once he put his stuff away in his locker, the guy seeming nervous for his next shift today. You smile at him and shake his hand, reassuring him that you’ll help him out today. He seems to relax at this, thanking you before starting to get to work. Whenever he had a question or messed up, you were right there to help him. The day, overall, went pretty smoothly you think. 

At the end of your shifts, he grabs his things from his locker before walking to the front with you. “Do you need a ride home?” he asks as he walks over to his motorcycle. You smile at him but shake your head, taking your phone out of your pocket to check your messages. 

“No, that’s okay. My boyfriend is picking me up and taking me out to dinner. Thank you though!” you reply with a sweet smile, Ritsu flashing you a smile back as he climbs onto his motorcycle. 

“Okay, good. I didn’t want you walking home alone at night. I heard there was a robbery a couple of roads away from here,” he explains as he pulls his helmet on. 

“Oh yeah. It was at the corner gas station. That’s so sweet of you to think of me though. I’ll be sure to let you know if I ever need a ride!” you thank once more. He nods as he turns the vehicle on, bidding you farewell with a salute before pulling out of the parking lot and onto the road. 

You check the time and see that you have a few minutes until your boyfriend gets there. Luckily, he seemed to have left early because, within the next minute, he’s stopping right in front of you. “Well, hello there, good lookin’. Do you need a ride?” he playfully flirts. You hum and pretend to think about it as you walk over to his window. 

“Well, I don’t know. Are you going to show me a good time?” you playfully flirt right back. He hums as he happily lets his eyes trail over your body despite your hideous work clothes. He didn’t seem to mind them though. 

“Oh, you have no idea, baby. Don’t tell my girlfriend though.” You scoff as you burst into a fit of giggles, lightly hitting his arm before going to the passenger side. 

“Well, that depends. Am I prettier than her?” you reply, batting your eyelashes at him as you slide into the car and pull your seatbelt over your body. He hums and nods his head, putting the car in reverse as he replies. 

“Oh, most definitely. She’s like a fat cow,” he jokes, making you scoff and hit him again. 

“I don’t think your girlfriend would appreciate you saying such things about her. What if I decide to tell her what you said about her?” you argue, crossing your arms over your chest as if you’re mad at him. You know for a fact that he’d never cheat on you. You always tease him that he’s too obsessed with you. ‘I love you! I’m not obsessed with you! There’s a difference!’ he’d always argue to your joking jab. 

Before he can leave the parking spot, he stops the car to look at you with this new glint in his eyes. “What if I eat you out so good that you can’t even remember your own name, let alone mine?” he whispers right into your ear, his tongue licking around the shell of your ear. You let out a shaky breath, not expecting his sudden change in this little game you two were playing. 

“I doubt you’re any good,” you sass, it lacking the power that you want it to have. He pulls away from the side of your head to make eye contact with you again, his eyes shining with a newfound lust. 

“Well, I’ve only ever been with my girlfriend, so it’s possible. You should hear the way she screams my name though. She’ll cum three times from my mouth and fingers alone before I even give what she really wants inside of her,” he says lowly, your eyes moving to watch his lips as he talks. You press your legs together, already starting to feel arousal bubbling low in your gut. 

“Is she any good in bed?” you decide to ask, bringing the attention off of him. You wait for him to say something along the lines of ‘no, she’s horrible’ but it seems he decides to stop playing your little game all of a sudden. 

“She’s better than good. She sucks me off like I’m a popsicle and she just got out of the desert. She’s always so desperate to unravel me but I never do only because I know it works her up even more. She then starts acting like a brat, trying to get her way. We both know that’s just her way of annoying me to the point that I punish her. Mmhm, her screams sound so good when her face is shoved into our mattress,” he replies, his voice dropping an octave or two. You gulp at this, feeling your panties dampen with your slick. 

“No wonder she’s your girlfriend,” you whisper, your throat suddenly too dry for your liking. He only hums before continuing with his driving, grabbing your hand and kissing the back of it once you two get on the road. 

“What do you want to eat? I’m kind of in the mood for Mexican,” he says to you as if he didn’t just make you so horny that the only thing you can think about is having him inside of your mouth instead of food. 

“That sounds fine,” you say softly, trying to think of anything but that. He smirks at the way you sound, which is slightly wrecked, and starts to head in the direction of a Mexican restaurant that you two like. That night ended, of course, with him deep inside of you and grunting out all sorts of deliciously dark things into your ear. 

Things continued on like normal for a while. You went to work but didn’t get to work with Ritsu again for a week, so Hikaru never ran into him again. The day you did work with him though, he seemed to be struggling more than usual. So, when there was a break in customers, you decide to ask him what was up. 

“Sorry. I got into this fight with my girlfriend, Mei, this morning,” he explains, a frown hanging heavy on his face. You nod your head, only too familiar with that feeling. You and Hikaru don’t have serious fights a lot but you, obviously, have them just like every other couple. 

“It’s okay. I understand. Do you want to talk about it? Maybe I can give you my opinion or some advice?” you offer, wanting to help him feel better. He thinks about your offer for a moment before sighing and giving in, starting to tell you everything that had happened that morning. You two occasionally pause to help a customer but always end up focusing back on his situation. As a woman yourself, you look at his story from her point of view and figure out what might be the cause of her frustrations. 

“Okay,” you say once he finishes his story, “I think I see what the problem is.” You then tell him what you think and what he should do to mend their relationship. After hearing your advice, he realized what he did wrong and gets so excited that he hugs you. 

“Thank you so much! It all makes sense now! No wonder she was so upset! You’re seriously a lifesaver! I owe you one!” He hugs you tightly, making you giggle and return the hug. 

“It’s no problem at all,” you reassure. You two pull away when you hear the bell ring, automatic smiles coming to your face to greet your new customer. Your eyes widened when you saw your boyfriend instead though. A very angry and brooding boyfriend at that. “Babe? What are you doing here? I thought you weren’t going to be here for another hour?” you ask confusedly, walking around the counter to give him your usual hug and kiss. 

His eyes are on Ritsu though. 

“Oh, I’m sorry. Do you not want me here? Am I interrupting something?” he snaps, his eyes squinting at Ritsu as he says this. Your brows furrow at his words, stopping in front of him and dropping your arms since it’s obvious that he’s not going to give you a hug. 

“What? Well, I’m working but—”

“Oh, sorry to bother you then. I’ll let you get right back to it,” he snaps, turning his glare to you before leaving without another word. He doesn’t stop or turn around when you call after him either, making you sigh as a frown comes to your face. 

“What’s up with him?” you mumble, trying to think as to why he would be mad. That’s when it hit you. You hugging Ritsu? Did that upset him? But why? You hug guys all of the time. Well, not all of the time. And then again, they’re his friends too or your family. You snap out of your daze when the bell jingles again, signaling a new customer. You sigh and go back behind the counter, smiling and greeting the customer happily. Guess you’ll just have to talk to him about it later then. 

When you get off work and you get back home, you find that Hikaru isn’t home. You think back to what he was telling you yesterday, remembering him telling you his plans for today. You check the time on the microwave before looking at your fridge for any notes. He doesn't have any plans right now that you are aware of and he didn’t leave a note telling you where he was going or when he’ll be back. Maybe there was an emergency? That just makes you worry more though.

You let it go with a heavy exhale, trying not to read too much into it. You don’t have to know where he is every second of every day. 

You go to your bathroom to take a shower and get the smell of coffee off of you. You end up accidentally using his body wash though, the smell of cinnamon and ginger filling your nostrils. It’s not your favorite but it’s what he’s been using for years. He pulls off the smell really well though. 

You step out of the shower and wrap yourself up in a baby blue towel, leaning against the sink to look at your skin in the mirror. After applying some lotion to your body to make you feel extra nice, you leave the bathroom. You stop at the door though when you find Hikaru sitting on the bed, his feet still on the floor and his hands hanging between his knees. Now you’re even more concerned. Normally, he would’ve jumped at the opportunity to take a shower with you but now he won’t even look at you. 

“Hikaru,” you call out softly to him, seeming to bring him out of his daze. You walk over to him and come to stand in between his legs, making him sit up straighter. His eyes glaze over your bare collarbones and neck, something spurring to life in his eyes as water droplets cascade down your soft skin. 

“You’re mine,” he says suddenly, his eyes snapping to yours. Your eyes widen a bit at this random declaration, your brow raising curiously at him. 

“What?” is your brilliant reply to him. You gasp when he stands and switches your positions in a flash, the back of your knees hitting the bed before you fall back onto it. You gape up at him, your hands clinging to the front of your towel. 

“You heard me. You’re mine!” he growls, his hands snagging your towel away from you before you can even attempt to stop him. His eyes wander your body, a dark look in his eyes as he takes his sweet time admiring your naked body. 

“Hikaru,” you breathe his name, goosebumps crawling over your flesh. He hums in response, one of his knees coming to the bed so he can lean over you, his fingers starting to trace random lines and patterns into your skin. 

“That’s right. Say my name, baby,” he coos, his fingers coming to tweak your nipples. You moan his name in response, back arching up into his hands. He watches you with attentive eyes, not daring to look away from your lewd expressions or wet hole for even a second. He loves how quickly you react to his touch, your body always craving his as much as his craves yours. “Who do you belong to?” he asks as he crawls completely over you, staring into your eyes as he lets his hands crawl down your body. 

“You,” you whisper breathlessly. 

“Who?” he growls, suddenly shoving two of his fingers into your drooling heat. 

“You, Hikaru!” you cry, back arching when he slips a third finger in. He hums lowly as he pumps his fingers in and out of you, scraping the pads of his fingers against your g-spot to get you really moaning for him. 

“That’s right, baby. You’re all mine, now and forever,” he whispers before pulling his fingers out, making you whimper. He brings his dry hand up to your throat, squeezing it lightly as he stares into your eyes. “Shut up! Dirty whores like you don’t get to cum until I say so,” he hisses, not letting your neck go as he uses his other hand to remove his pants and boxers. “‘M gonna fill you up, remind you that you only belong to me,” he mumbles, his hand frantically trying to pull his member free. 

Your brows furrow at this as you bring your hands up to his chest. Before you can question him though, he starts to push into you. You both groan in sync as he slips inside, your eyes rolling back into your head for a moment. You forget about his words for now, your brain only thinking about the way he feels inside of you. 

He just barely bottoms out before he’s already pulling back to thrust back in, starting a frantic pace. You moan his name loudly, your nails lightly scratching his chest, causing him to hiss. He keeps up the frenzied pace, your breasts bouncing with each thrust. 

You both cum almost at the same time, Hikaru finally giving you permission to cum after denying you your orgasm over and over again. He keeps true to his word, pushing deep inside of you and coating your walls white. He stays inside of you for a while, his chest heaving as he tries to get air back. He slowly releases your throat, and instead brushes his fingers against your cheek. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, his eyes shining with regret. You’re confused for a moment, thinking that that’s some of the best sex you’ve ever had. Then you remember his words from before, how he kept saying you’re his and that no one is going to take you from him. 

“What’s going on, my love?” you whisper, still a little breathless. He looks away from you, starting to worry his lip between his teeth. 

“Don’t leave me for him,” he whispers, and if you weren’t just a couple of inches away from him, you wouldn’t have heard it. He pulls out of you then and moves to lay beside you, putting his back to you. 

“What? Hey. Hey, look at me,” you say worriedly, pushing yourself up onto your elbow as you use your free hand to gently trace random shapes into his back. It takes him a minute but he eventually turns onto his back, staring at the ceiling instead of you. “What’s all this ‘leaving me’ talk about? We’ve been dating for years, Hikaru. Why would I want to leave you for someone else?” you ask with furrowed brows, starting to run your hand through his hair to help soothe him. He leans into your touch, his eyes finally meeting yours. Despite your reassuring words, he looks scared, worried. 

“What about Mr. Coffee-Shop-Hotshot? You seemed to like him a lot,” he grumbles, his mouth turning into a scowl just at the thought of the man. You can’t help but smile at how jealous he is, your heart swelling with the amount of love you hold for the man before you. 

“You dope, he was asking me for advice about his girlfriend. That hug happened because he was thanking me for basically saving his relationship,” you inform, a smirk on your face as you watch the realization come over his face. 

“Oh,” he squeaks out, his face turning sheepish and red. You snort and move to lay your head down on his chest. 

“You’re such an idiot. You should know by now that you’re the one for me, idiot and all,” you tease, gently rubbing his chest and abdomen. He huffs and wraps his arms around you, holding you tightly to him. 

“Whatever. As if you wouldn’t get upset if I was hugging another girl,” he accuses. 

“You act as if another girl would even come near someone as ugly as you,” you tease, obviously joking. 

“Hey!”

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[jessiebanethedragon]

Good Soldiers

Empire!Crosshair x Reader

a/n: takes place after the events of the first episode so SPOLIERS

warnings: kissing, idk angst

Word count: 1749

The Green Visor stares at you menacingly. Even though it is not powered up, nor is it being worn at the moment. Having wrenched it off of the sharpshooter whilst clambering over him as Wrecker held him at bay. The scratches on your face, the busted lip and bruises littering you body are proof of the intense fight you’d been a part of. To say you were grieving might not be too much of an overstatement.

To be honest, all of you were grieving.

The damage the five of you had to do to Crosshair just to sedate him so that he couldn't hurt anyone else was enough to give you all nightmares for years to come. You did not feel like you were crying, crying implies you almost had control over the tears on your face. These ones started falling before you were conscious that they had started.

The rest of the batch only had an inkling of what the sniper meant to you. Their proximity to the two of you made hiding your feelings impossible, but to the exact degree, no one knew quite how deep these feelings went. They could see his eyes soften when he looked at you, the lingering touches and prideful smirks. They could see you bat your eyelashes at his scornful glare when you asked for something, and they could glance at a smile only reserved for their brother.

Hunter, Wrecker, Tech and Echo never heard the whispered ‘I love you's’ in his bunk, nor did they know that you knew how his ungloved hands felt on every part of your body. Rough on the surface and soft underneath, just like the sniper himself.

You clutch your necklace in your hands as you cry. Aggressively wringing the chain through your battered hands in hopes the pain grounds you. But it couldn’t deny the truth. Crosshair was no longer the man you loved.

He’d shot Wrecker, electro shocked Echo, busted Tech’s glasses, and even though Hunter said he was unscathed, he was twitching at every noise.

“Hey.” It was Tech, moving to crouch down to your level from where you sit on the floor of the Havoc Marauder.

“Can I see him?” You ask, sniffling up the tears in an effort to look more like the warrior the men know you to be.

“I don’t think you want to.” Tech says while scanning you over with the handheld medical-whats-it. Nothing serious is wrong, and yet at the same time, everything serious is wrong. “He’s still… restrained.” Tech explains slowly. “There hasn't been a change in his disposition yet.” the scanner beeps as it delivers its report.

“So you mean he’s still on a homicidal rage to kill us all.” You simplify bitterly.

“When you put it like that he sounds exactly the same as before the chip.” You try to manage a fake smile at that, but even with all your acting skills piled together the curve only makes it halfway. It drops so quickly when you hear the sound of struggle followed by an anger induced scream that sounds too familiar.

The havoc marauder does not have a set of barracks or prison cells so the only way to keep Crosshair safe from himself and to keep you safe from him was to magnetize a pair of cuffs to the metal of the bunks, three sets total, one for his hands and one for each foot. You shudder at how dangerous he really is, and how you never noticed.

You’re making your way into the bunk area before Tech can stop you and you rush through the doorway, wisps of hair surrounding your dirty face and heaving chest.

Through the glare, he grits his teeth. Sitting with his hands pinned above him to the metal frame of the second bunk. Forcing him to sit on the edge of Tech’s bed.

“You’re clever traitors, I'll give you that.” He says, words slithering out threateningly. The commotion that caught your attention has bought the other four into the doorway as well.

“Ohhhhh,” he taunts. “The cavalry has arrived hasn't it?” you blink. A lot. Because if you blink fast enough the image blurs enough so that it looks like the man you love. Gingerly you step towards him, ignoring the hand that reaches out to stop you. You sit yourself on the bunk opposite.

“Do you… do you recognize me?” You ask, still clutching your necklace. He shifts as best he can in the cuffs and doesn't answer. “Crosshair…” You whisper hopelessly.

“CT 9904.” He corrects. You raise an eyebrow, and decide to switch tactics.

“So CT 9904 what do you make of CT 9903, CT 9902, and CT 9901?” you gesture to Hunter, Wrecker and Tech respectively.

“Enemies to the empire.” He states,

“You can’t reason with him with the inhibitor chip still inside.” Tech chimes in, making you sigh and look away from the prisoner on the bed and back at your necklace.

“Do you recognize this?” You ask softly, holding it out to him. His eyes narrow as he looks at it - but stays silent.

It’s a tense moment, the rest of the batch also analyzing the rough gem wrapped in leather that you’ve been wearing for as long as any of them can remember. How Crosshair would have a connection to it, they’re only just realizing. He was never one for much romance, but this gift was different. Given to you on shore leave far away from prying eyes, and confirmation that even though you could never tell anyone, he’d always be yours. The necklace was confirmation of a secret relationship and the only public display of affection either of you could show.

“Crosshair.” you press desperately, “do you recognize this?” His breathing becomes a bit more laboured, more stressed, more like he's fighting something.

“Good soldiers follow orders. Good soldiers follow orders. Good-”

“Tech scan him again.” you demand watching as he begins to struggle against the bindings. Tech presses his way in the room.

“Hold his head for me,” he says before beginning a scan with a specialized tool that he's been young with for some time. You rest your hands on his face, one cupped behind and one so that you can rub calming circles on his cheek. It's the same way you used to hold him after missions that had gone less to plan.

“Good soldiers follow orders.” He says over and over as his eyes glaze over and become unfocused.

“Tech,” you say worriedly, desperately trying to coax Crosshair back to life and calm him down.

“Good soldiers follow orders.” He says with his head falling back, and you do your best to keep him supported.

“I’ve got it!” Tech shouts, looking at the left side of his temple. “Everyone out! I need to sedate him.” Your head flies up, you’re not keen to leave him, not when he's in this state.

“Good soldiers follow orders.”

“I can't leave him…”

“Good soldiers follow orders.”

“Wrecker get her out now!” Tech shouts and you feel arms like tree trunks around your middle and you can’t do more than wriggle as your hands slip from Crosshairs face as you're dragged out of the room.

It’s not too long later when Tech re-emerges but it feels like a lifetime to you. And before you can even get a word out he places a petri dish on the table, before leaving to go into the fresher. You rush back to find Crosshair laying on the floor, one hand still magnetized to the leg of one of the bunks. You doubt the cleanliness of the operation but if there's one thing the bad batch had in great supply it was Bacta and antibiotics.

There's a patch of shaven hair by his temple with a small bandage over it, and the drugs seem to be wearing off quickly because he's already shifting. You run a soft hand over his stubble. You’re scared to wake him, because if he wakes and it isn't the man you know under his eyes, you don’t know what you’ll do.

He groans, it's long and deep like the kind you're used to getting in the early hours of the morning when you get up to sneak him out of your bed and back into his bunk. Your name slips past his lips, and his eyes flutter open.

You’re ready to jump away, scared even though he's still bound. And you recoil when his arms reach for you and get stopped by the binder. He looks confused for a moment before his eyes meet the metal restraining him.

His eyes meet yours with tears falling from them.

“Crosshair?” you ask, “I need to know it’s you.”

“The necklace, I gave it to you.” He says, but you remain far from his grasp still. “It was the last day shore leave, at your-our place. We were in bed, the sun was rising, it was the first time I told you I loved you.” He says slowly, deliberately, in a soft voice he only uses around you. Unconsciously you move to him, his freehand wraps around your waist as he buries his face where your shoulder meets your neck. You pull him away only to press your lips to his in a kiss that’s a mess of tears, teeth and a need to be close to one another.

“I’m sorry.” He gasps when you break away the breath. “Maker, mesh’la i’m so sorry.”

“It doesn’t matter.” You tell him, unlocking the binder so he can hold you with both hands, before kissing him again, this time it is somehow more needy than the last, you can't get enough of Crosshair because now you know what it is like to lose him. Your hands reach under his empire blacks, partly because you want to burn every part of the empire to the ground and partly because you're desperate to properly feel him again. You feel his warm hands up your back as they go under your tunic and you keen into his touch.

Hunter clears his throat from the doorway.

“I was on my way to check on you.” He says after the two of you break away. “But it seems you two are getting on just fine.” Your face flushes bright red as Hunter turns away. “Good to have you back Crosshair.” Hunter says firmly.

Crosshair presses a kiss to your neck before smiling.

“Good to be back Sarge.”

[robininthelabyrinth]

Same universe as the one where LXC kills JGY on a boat to not-Japan. JRS-centric as he grows up in the Nie clan and deals with his reputation as an inbred son of a traitorous bastard.

so I don't think I've ever written a fic in which LXC kills JGY on a boat, and definitely not one where JRS is a character? I mean, I've written a lot of fics, so possibly I did and I forgot, but I'm pretty sure about this one.

That being said, I don't think I've gotten any Jin Rusong prompts before so I'm reinterpreting this to be a prompt for a fic about JRS growing up in the Nie clan. Fic below!

ao3

-

Nothing ventured, nothing gained, Nie Huaisang reminded himself. Risk is proportionate with reward. Your spine should be made of steel, just as your saber is.

He licked his lips, thought of his brother who had loved him, and threw himself forward with tears in his eyes.

“Oh, gongzi!” he blubbered. “Can you help me? I’ve gotten completelylost, I don’t even know where to begin –”

Xue Yang blinked at him, the lids of his eyes moving slowly like a reptile.

“Maybe you know where my san-ge is? Lianfeng-zun?”

The feeling of immediate threat lessened. It seemed he’d gambled right, and the rabid dog that was Xue Yang could still be controlled by reference to Jin Guangyao.

“I’d really appreciate it if you could just give me some guidance on where to find him,” Nie Huaisang said, lowering his voice confidentially. “I’d be sure to pay you back! If there’s anything you want –”

“Do you have any snacks?” Xue Yang asked.

Nie Huaisang, who had come prepared based on the rumors he’d painstakingly collected, produced some dragons’ beard candy.

“Not bad,” Xue Yang said. “Okay, sure.”

Nie Huaisang smiled, and even meant it.

-

“Hey, good-for-nothing,” Xue Yang said, and Nie Huaisang turned to look at his least favorite but nevertheless highly useful source of information in Lanling Jin. The fact that Xue Yang had no idea that he was functioning as such just made it more satisfactory. “You like kids, right?”

Nie Huaisang blinked. “Yes?” he hazarded, not so much because he actually did – he’d never had strong feelings about children one way or the other, though perhaps he was being presumptuous in thinking that the reference did not involve goats – but because that seemed to be the answer Xue Yang was looking for.

Xue Yang wrinkled his nose in distaste, though not, Nie Huaisang thought, at him.

“Theoretically,” he said, and he wouldn’t know ‘theoretical’ if it hit him in the face, “if there were, I don’t know, a whole bunch of them hanging around somewhere without parents, you’d be able to do something about that, right? Especially if they had a talent for cultivation?”

It took only a moment to piece together what must have happened to lead to such a question, given the ruthlessness of the cultivation world and of Jin Guangyao in particular, and Nie Huaisang marveled briefly at the idea that Xue Yang might draw a moral line in the sand over something. Presumably he felt some kinship to the children, being similarly utterly infantile, amoral, and fond of sweet things.

“Oh sure!” he said, playing up the brainless idiot who didn’t know to ask questions. “My sect is always recruiting, you know. We took some losses in the war and, well, I feel like adult cultivators aren’t really all that interestedin joining ever since I took over…”

“Because you’re a waste of space,” Xue Yang said, and Nie Huaisang pouted at him. “Whatever, the important thing is that you have space for kids. Orphans. Think, like, a whole orphanage getting shut down or whatever – anyway, not important. You’d take them back to Qinghe, right?”

“Oh, that would be so wonderful!” Nie Huaisang clapped. “That would suit everyone, wouldn’t it? They don’t have to worry about the children, and we get new disciples. I should tell san-ge – no, on second thought, he might be too busy –”

“Definitely too busy,” Xue Yang said quickly. “Wouldn’t it be nice to accomplish something yourself? You could casually show him that your numbers went up at the end of the month instead so he gives you the credit, without explaining that it’s kids making up the increase.”

“That’s a great idea! He’ll be much more impressed by that, I should definitely do that. Where is the orphanage?”

“…uh, in the forest. The back forest.”

You couldn’t come up with a better lie?

“You already brought them here?” Nie Huaisang asked, batting his eyelashes. “You’re so nice, Xue-xiong! I’ll go tell my second in command to go deal with it right away!”

-

It was in the fifth round of kids getting picked up – small cultivation clans being massacred and there was nothing Nie Huaisang could do about it, because there was either no evidence or else Jin Guangyao had come up with some motive to justify his actions and, inevitably, Lan Xichen would be there behind him, soothing over tempers and providing explanations because he believed him, every time – that something unusual happened.

“Sect Leader Nie,” one of his most trusted subordinates murmured into his ear. “There’s a problem.”

Nie Huaisang found a reason to leave the party early, a reason to go to the rendezvous point, and, once there, found the reason for the problem.

“Oh, hey there,” he said with a smile fixed onto his face by sheer force of willpower, crouching down to make himself seem less intimidating. Not that he was ever particularly intimidating, though given the rage coursing through his veins right now, he thought he might be able to pull it off if he tried. “What a lucky chance! It’s so funny, finding you here, Songsong. How are you?”

Jin Rusong wiped his eyes and looked tearily at him, recognized that the person asking was his Little Uncle Nie, and threw himself into Nie Huaisang’s arms with a howl.

This was pretty typical – Jin Rusong wasn’t much of a crier, but when he did he definitely took Nie Huaisang as his model, something all the other adults in the cultivation world had a tendency to give Nie Huaisang dirty looks over.

The only problem here, of course, was that Jin Rusong was dead.

Or, rather…he was supposed to be dead.

And if Jin Rusong was here – here, in the rendezvous point where Xue Yang put those of his prospective victims that happened to be a little too young for even him to stomach killing, at least without the personal grudge that had driven him to slaughter the Chang clan in its entirety – that meant only one thing.

Jin Guangyao had ordered his own son to be murdered.

Through demonic cultivation, no less, which was a pretty nasty way to go. There was a reason everyone implicitly countenanced Jiang Cheng’s vendetta against demonic cultivators no matter where they were, even when he ignored all territory lines and forgot to not ask for permission – the things a demonic cultivator gone bad could do were just so much worse than what anyone else could that they couldn’t risk any delay in dealing with the problem.

Well, shit, Nie Huaisang thought, even as he comforted Jin Rusong, petting the toddler’s back to try to get him to calm down. What do I do now?

-

“There has to be a reason,” Nie Huaisang insisted. “He’s not rabid. Songsong was his son!”

“Sect Leader Nie, we can’t find anything that might explain it.”

“Look harder. I don’t care how minor it is, I want to know everythingto do with Songsong. Every little detail – every person who saw him – every medical report, every compliment, every good grade –”

“He placed last in one of his classes,” one of his spies volunteered.

“What?”

“He placed last in one of his classes. About two months before his ‘assassination’, and shortly before his father started collecting evidence against the other sects that were in his way, which he later used to ‘prove’ that they had been involved in the alleged murder.”

“He wouldn’t kill his son for failing a class,” one of the others objected. “The kid’s barely more than a baby. What’s he expecting, genius from birth?”

“He’s a genius himself. Why not?”

“If everyone inherited everything directly from their parents, he’d be a whore.”

“He’d be a Jin. They’ve all got that nose, every one of them…”

“I heard he’s having the other Jin bastards killed. All of them, even the women…”

Something snapped in Nie Huaisang’s hands.

They all turned to look at him.

“Investigate Qin Su,” he said, looking down at the mess of wood and paper that had once been a fan. “Come to think of it, she has a Jin nose, too.”

-

“I don’t want to go!”

“I don’t want you to go, either,” Nie Huaisang said, feeling tired and also much more in sympathy with his poor older brother than he’d ever been while Nie Mingjue had been alive. “But you disobeyed me, and that means we don’t have a choice. You have to go.”

Nie Songsong looked down at the ground, his lip quivering. “I didn’t mean to…”

“You did,” Nie Huaisang said. “You have to own your decisions, Songsong. You can’t take them back once they’re done, no matter what the consequences. Not even if you feel bad, but definitely not because you feel bad for having to pay for what you did.”

“But…”

“No, Songsong. You cannot be in the Unclean Realm when – when he’s here.”

Nie Songsong hung his head.

“He’s not your father anymore,” Nie Huaisang said. “You know that, right?”

Nie Songsong nodded.

Nie Huaisang sighed and held out his hands, and his arms were full of a teary-eyed child a moment later.

“He loved you once,” Nie Huaisang murmured into his child’s hair. “I love you now. I wish I could give you more than that – I wish I could give you an answer, tell you why he didn’t love you enough to keep from doing what he did. But I can’t. All I can do…”

Is what I’m already doing.

“You’re enough, er-ge,” Nie Songsong whispered back. “You’re enough. I promise.”

-

“When will I get to go night-hunting?”

“You go night-hunting all the time,” Nie Huaisang grumbled. “You’re a fraction my age, and already my height, my weight, yet you wield a saber like my brother was around to raise you properly. You’re ruining my reputation, you know; now no one will believe that my incompetence comes from how short I am…”

“Not night-hunting with the rest of the sect, er-ge,” Nie Songsong said, rolling his eyes. “With other juniors!”

“Not long now,” Nie Huaisang said, looking down at the paper beneath his hands. It was all finally coming together. “Not long now. Just give er-ge a little more time to finish taking care of matters for da-ge, and you’ll be able to go night-hunting with anyone you like.”

-

“Er-ge! Are you all right? You look so pale…”

“I’m sorry,” Nie Huaisang whispered. “Songsong – I’m sorry. I’m so sorry –”

“What happened? Are you injured?” Nie Songsong demanded, already starting to pat him over, looking for wounds. “Er-ge, what’s wrong –”

“Your mother’s dead.”

Nie Songsong’s hands stilled.

“I told her about your heritage,” Nie Huaisang said, his lips numb. He’d never tried to hide it from Nie Songsong, although he’d introduced the subject very gradually and only once he thought that he’d be able to handle the revelation. “About your father – your grandfather. What they did. I wanted her to be angry at him, to turn against him, to distract him…instead, she killed herself.”

“Er-ge…”

“I shouldn’t have told her. If I knew –”

“Er-ge.”

“I should have brought her in earlier – told her about you surviving – I kept her from you for years –”

“Er-ge!”

Nie Huaisang looked at the child he had raised as a little brother the way his older brother had raised him, a father in everything but name, and who he had the constant feeling of having failed.

He wondered, as he always did, whether his brother had felt the same about him.

“Er-ge, it’s all right,” his little brother, his adopted son, said, and took his hands in his. “It’s all right. You tried, remember? Time after time, you tried to talk to her, but every single time you concluded that she would’ve told her husband instead of trusting you. She would’ve ruined everything. If she did that, I’d be dead all over again, and you with me.”

That had been what Nie Huaisang had concluded. That was why he’d never told her.

But…

“She’s your mother.”

“And you’re my er-ge. As long as you don’t die on me, too, it’ll be all right. Okay? It’ll be all right. It’ll be worth it in the end.”

Nie Huaisang shook his head. He’d already done so much, caused so much chaos and strife, and yet this moment – this was the step too far.

This was the first time he realized that he wasn’t sure he believed that it would be worth it anymore.

But by now…what else was left to do? There were no ways out of the plan he’d made himself; he’d designed it that way on purpose, because he’d known that if there was a way out, that snake would find a way to slither through it. He just hadn’t thought that he would be the one looking for it.

It didn’t matter.

He had to keep going.

His older brother deserved it, even if the younger one didn’t.

-

“I represent the Nie sect,” the young man – just about their age, though shorter than either of them – said with a smile. He seemed kind, gentle and polite, easy-going, but Lan Jingyi and Lan Sizhui looked at each other, and then at Jin Ling, who just scowled. “Can I come in?”

“Were you even invited?” Jin Ling asked in bitten off words. He was still bitter about some of the things that had happened in the Guayin Temple a month before, and of all them the one he was most bitter about was his second uncle’s retreat into seclusion – they were all upset about that.

“But it’s a discussion conference,” the young man said, blinking in confusion. “We’re a Great Sect. Why wouldn’t we be invited?”

In the face of such profound ignorance, there really wasn’t very much they could say, and eventually Lan Sizhui stepped forward with a smile, welcoming the young man – Nie Songsong, he introduced himself – into the Cloud Recesses.

Everything seemed fine for a little while. Lan Sizhui was able to talk to the people in charge of arranging juniors into finding another place for Nie Songsong to stay, although it would be a little delayed – Nie Songsong assured them that there was no issue – and as recompense they even showed him, at his request, a few of the main landmarks.

And then they turned around and their guest had disappeared.

“I knew he was up to no good!” Jin Ling exclaimed.

“Don’t jump to conclusions,” Lan Sizhui told him.

“I’m with Jin Ling,” Lan Jingyi said. “He seemed so nice and understated – just like you know –”

“Don’t talk about my little uncle,” Jin Ling hissed at him. “I know it’s true, but just – don’t, okay?”

“We should find where he went,” Lan Sizhui decided.

It took them a while, but in the end they found him in the most unexpected place: in the rooms their sect leader had chosen for his seclusion, sitting on the bed with Lan Xichen’s head on his shoulder, sobbing as if his heart had been broken.

“What are you doing?” Lan Sizhui exclaimed, unnerved even out of his own habitual politeness.

“I came to greet my uncle,” Nie Songsong said, his manner just as gentle and polite as it had been from the beginning, although it was now evident that he was as stubborn as a rock and not easy-going at all.

“Your uncle?” Lan Jingyi gaped. “How can he be your uncle?”

“You’re Sect Leader Nie’s son!” Jin Ling accused.

“I’m Sect Leader Nie’s little brother by adoption,” Nie Songsong corrected. “It’s through my father that he’s my uncle – and you my cousin, I suppose.”

“Your – father?”

“Oh, yes. My birth name, you see,” Nie Songsong said, “was Jin Rusong.”

-

“Why did you choose to reveal yourself?” Lan Sizhui asked. “Given that everyone knows – well –”

Nie Songsong finished the character he was writing and put down his brush. “Wondering if you should let it be known that you were born with the surname Wen?”

Lan Sizhui jerked in surprise, then flushed. “How did you – that didn’t come out in Guanyin Temple.”

“No, I knew it before,” Nie Songsong said. “My er-ge is very clever, you know.”

“Yes, I suppose I do...why do you call him brother? Shouldn’t he be uncle, or – or –”

“Uncle is probably right,” Nie Songsong said. “But he raised me like a son, just as his brother did for him.”

Lan Sizhui looked down at his hands.

“Why did he publicly reveal your background, knowing that you were still around?” he asked again. “Everyone will know. Who your father was, all those terrible things he did, his relationship with your mother –”

“Why shouldn’t he? He did do all those things, and he did have that relationship with my mother.”

“But what about you? What about your reputation –”

“Are you planning on sweeping Wen Ruohan’s grave?”

Lan Sizhui stared at him.

“He’s your grandfather, isn’t he?” Nie Songsong looked calmly back at him. “Who he was, all those terrible things he did –”

“That’s nothing to do with me!”

“And the crimes of my father are nothing to do with me. My er-ge gave me his surname, just as Hanguang-jun gave you his, and for the same reason – to cut us off from the sins of our original family.”

“I suppose that’s true. But – no one knew about you, just as no one knew about me until I told them, and I only told them because they were my friends. Why’d you tell us? Aren’t you worried we’d tell more people?”

“Of course I am,” Nie Songsong said. “I hope you don’t, of course, but you would’ve found out regardless – second uncle wasn’t exactly subtle in his grief. And I had to tell him.”

“Why? To bring him out of seclusion?” Lan Sizhui hesitated. “Do you care so much for him?”

“Of course not. The last time I met him, I was a small child, and my father was just about to order me murdered; that’s not much of a basis to build a relationship. But having him lock himself away like that, as if he were in mourning…it hurt er-ge. And I won’t let anything hurt my er-ge. Anything, or anyone.”

They looked at each other for a long moment.

“I understand,” Lan Sizhui said.

“I’m glad you do,” Nie Songsong said, and then smiled. “I would’ve had to escalate to threats next, and I’m given to understand that I’m too short to really pull them off properly.”

Lan Sizhui snorted. “I think we’ve all learned that that’snot true.”

-

“Should we talk about this?” Jin Ling asked, arms crossed over his chest and glaring.

“What do you want to talk about?” Nie Songsong replied.

“How about the fact that your father tried to kill me?”

“Sure. Can we talk about the fact that you got all of his affection for years and years after he tried to kill me?”

Jin Ling blanched.

“I wonder if he would’ve gotten me a dog, too,” Nie Songsong mused. “I was too young for that when he ordered his demonic cultivator to feed me to fierce corpses and have my body ravaged until it was barely recognizable…but sure, let’s talk about how he tried to kill you.”

“I was talking about Sect Leader Nie!”

“Well, then, you should have been more specific. Sect Leader Nie’s my brother, not my father.”

“He’s a whole generation older than you!”

“My little uncle, then.”

Jin Ling flinched. “That’s worse. Go back to calling him your brother.”

Nie Songsong shrugged. “Would it help if we fought?”

“…what?”

“It makes me feel better, sometimes. Besides, I may be short, but I’m pretty good with the saber. I bet I could match your sword…maybe not your arrows. But I’ve always wanted to try.”

Jin Ling looked at him suspiciously for a long moment.

“Okay,” he finally said. “Sure. Why not?”

-

“I really hate that you’re kind of cool,” Lan Jingyi told him.

“I am so cool,” Nie Songsong said, and passed him another jar of wine. “Want to see my spring book collection?”

“…yes please.”

-

“Thank you for taking care of him,” Lan Xichen said to Nie Huaisang, who shrugged. “I’m sorry that you couldn’t trust me to help.”

“It’s only what I should have done,” Nie Huaisang said, not for the first time. He’d said it so often these past few days that it felt like a new refrain, an alternative to the old I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know. He preferred the original. “I was his little uncle, remember? I held him on his first month party. How could I do any less?”

He did not say that Lan Xichen, who could be classified as Jin Rusong’s older uncle, had done much less, but from Lan Xichen’s expression, he’d taken it that way anyway.

“You never…” Lan Xichen hesitated. “Did you ever have any – concerns?”

“That he’d turn out an idiot? No. I figured he’d be in good company, with me.”

“That’s not what I meant!”

“Oh, you meant whether I was worried that he’d grow up longing for his blood family over his adopted family and turn against me in favor of his real father?” Nie Huaisang asked mildly. “No, not really. The memory of your father ordering you to be mauled by fierce corpses and to make sure your face is destroyed so that there’s a reason to refuse to let your mother see the body, as it would only upset her, is a fairly effective panacea against things like that.”

“No,” Lan Xichen said, though he looked sick all over again at the reminder of how considerate Jin Guangyao could be when it came to those he thought of as people, and how monstrous he was towards those he didn’t. “No, just – your brother always took such a hard line against the Wen sect…”

“Because they were raised with the philosophy that they were superior to the rest of us and my brother purposefully made himself into the symbol of their fallibility, thereby making himself and all the rest of us the primary target for their traumatic realization that they’re just as weak and vulnerable as everyone else,” Nie Huaisang said, rolling his eyes. “Our Nie sect cultivators were always especially targeted whenever we were captured – our survival rate as prisoners of war was less than half all the other sects, and it wasn’t just because we were usually more injured when we got caught. Even the civilians surnamed Wen would pull out knives and try to stab us in the back if they had half a chance! We were in a blood feud with them, er-ge. You don’t put down blood feuds just like that, not even if you want to. That’s not how it works.”

Lan Xichen nodded slowly, thoughtful.

“Anyway, Songsong is mine now,” Nie Huaisang said. “Just as Lan Sizhui is your brother’s, and Jin Ling Jiang Cheng’s. Can’t we all just agree to not care about the rest?”

“I suppose we have to,” Lan Xichen said, bowing his head. “Huaisang…did you ever think about what happens now? I mean – what should we do next?”

“I don’t know,” Nie Huaisang said, and smiled humorlessly when Lan Xichen looked at him. “I’m not joking. I didn’t know what to do when I got Songsong for the first time, er-ge, and I don’t know what to do now, either. I just wanted to see justice done for my da-ge, and I did, and for the rest – I don’t know.”

“That’s fine,” Lan Xichen said. “I don’t know, either.”

Nothing ventured, nothing gained, Nie Huaisang thought. Spine as steel as your saber.

“Would you like to come visit the Unclean Realm sometime?” he asked, pretending to be casual. “Perhaps we can figure out what we don’t know together. If you like.”

“…perhaps I will,” Lan Xichen said.

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𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖘𝖘’𝖘 𝖊𝖘𝖈𝖆𝖕𝖊

synopsis: ___ was trapped in an arranged marriage with Choi San, the crowned prince of wonderland and her step-sister’s lover. How will she find happiness? How will she escape?

pairing: thief!yunho x fem!reader

themes: angst

wc: 679 words

warning: this is in no way representing anyone’s personalities. This is simply a work of fiction. 

a/n: this is not proofread yet so I’m sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes 😭😭 . ENJOY!!

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖜𝖔

_____’s pov

After dinner, San and Harin left by themselves to god knows where and the adults were still chatting.

“Hey, where did San go?” a voice beside me asked.

I turned to look at the person, “I saw him leaving with Harin.” I replied.

Jongho gave me a confused look. “ok…”

“Let’s just walk around! I’m bored.” Chaeryeong whined.

We took our leave and started wandering around the palace, then Jongho suggested the Gazebo.

“It’s pretty chilly so it’s actually very relaxing. I go there a lot to take a breather, you know, being a prince is kinda stressful” Jongho explained.

Chaeryeong nodded in agreement, “seems like it. Your eyebags are horribly obvious.”

Upon reaching the Gazebo, Chaeryeong suddenly voiced out, “hey, ____, did you realise anything weird about San just now? He kept only looking at that bitch.” 

“Yeah, I noticed that too. What’s up with that?” Jongho added on.

It’s probably nothing. Maybe they’re just getting to know each other. Right?

I just shrugged my shoulders, acting confused. I didn’t want to jump to conclusions prematurely. But maybe, just maybe, my gut feeling was right.

After chatting for a while, the 3 of us got tired and decided to end the night there.

“Goodnight!” Jongho bowed.

We bowed back and headed towards our rooms. Jongho’s room was at the other side of the palace while mine and Chaeryeong’s rooms were side by side.

After cleaning up, I was still bothered by my thoughts. I couldn’t sleep, so I decided to take a walk around the palace to clear my mind a little. As I turned the corner, I saw San and Harin. I quickly hid behind a pillar. I was curious what was going on between them, after all they had just met today, isn’t this a little weird? Curiosity got the better of me and I decided to take a look at what was going on. 

What I saw broke my heart to pieces. I should’ve just left them alone, being oblivious is better than being heart broken after all. 

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San took Harin’s hand and gave it a kiss. “I’ll see you soon milady.” 

Her face was tinted with a light shade of red. “Let me take you to your room,” he suggested.

Harin nodded, face still a burning shade of red, “thank you, your highness.”

“Please, just call me San”

As they headed towards Harin’s room, I quietly followed them. San gave Harin another quick kiss on the back of her hand again before wishing her goodnight again then leaving.

After following San for a while, I decided to pretend to accidentally bump into him.

“Hey San, what a coincidence seeing you out here, do you wanna go to the gazebo together, I can’t sleep.” I asked.

“Sorry ____, I’m tired. I’m gonna go to my room now. Take care. And please stop calling me San, it’s your highness. We aren’t that close anymore.” He said to me in a cold voice, showing me his emotionless eyes, before turning his back to me and heading to his room.

My heart clenched at his reaction, but I just smiled and bowed to him, before walking back to my room.

Did he really like Harin? Why could Harin call him San and not me? Why? Why her of all people?

I mentally slapped myself. 

It’s not nice to think of someone like that. ____, that’s mean.

I shook off all my thoughts and quickly just walked back to my room.

The next morning we had to go back.

At the front of the palace, Papa and Ms Goo were still talking to the king and queen, and Chaeryeong was still talking to Jongho. I looked over to San and he never even bat an eyelash towards my direction. The whole morning his eyes were glued on Harin and her eyes were also glued on him.

Perhaps this was when it all came falling down and my gut feeling was right.

I sigh before quietly picking up my things and walking to the carriage, letting my thoughts consume me.

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Fred Weasley - “Fred doesn’t date” 3

H everyone, I hope you’re all okay! 

PART ONE 

PART TWO 

Thank you all for the kind comments on the previous parts of this imaine. I post these chapters before I go to sleep and waking up to all your lovely comments and messages really give me the best start to the day.

This is the final part to this series. I’ve had a lot more interaction with people from this story so if anyone would like to request a piece please let me know :)

I hope you all liked the ending, it’s a bit longer than I thought but hopefully its what you all wanted x  

Female Reader.

Warnings: None

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Fred felt his chest get tight, the sound of her voice alone made his heart ache. He felt the overwhelming need to cry again, tears threatening to spill whilst a lump formed in his throat. Fuck she can’t see me like this.  

His body urged him to look at her, he sucked a deep breath in and turned his head to look at her, shit she looks so fucking cute. She was stood in a pair of shorts and one of Fred’s hoodies with a blanket wrapped around her loosely. Her hair was messy, and her glasses were resting a little low on her nose before she pushed them up.  

His eyes trailed down her body, he felt a small sense of pride seeing her in his hoodie, like he had some sort of claim on her when she wore it. Take that perfect Diggory, she likes my clothes better. I wonder if she wears it when she’s with him?  

Fred hadn’t realised how long he’d been staring for, “I..if not I’ll just go, sorry Freddie, for interrupting” Y/N turned on her heels, tears blurring her vision before he made a noise. A sort of squeak left his mouth before he cleared his throat “it’s okay, you can join me”, his hand patted the spot next to him.  

She patted her hand on the grass to make sure it wasn’t wet before sitting beside Fred. The sat in silence for a bit before Y/N decide to speak, “I’m sorry Freddie, I’m not really sure what I’ve done but I’m sorry if I’ve upset you. I don’t like seeing you upset… especially if I’m the one who caused it” her voice broke and Fred looked down at her, even sitting down he still towered over her slightly.

He wrapped his arm around her shoulder “don’t worry about it” a fake smile took over his face. He wanted to tell her how much he wanted her, he really did but she was with Diggory now.  

“W..what did I do Freddie?” Her voice was a hushed whisper as she leaned her head on his shoulder. Fred looked down at her, internally battling himself about what he should say. He wanted to tell her, he hoped she would change her mind, but if he told her, would she leave him? She had become one of his closest friends, the thought of not having her in his life at all was a thought he wanted to have.  

Fuck it.  

“I em…I saw you and Diggory, outside the kitchens”, that statement alone filled his body with anger as it replayed in his head, Diggory making her laugh, touching her, kissing her. His body tensed beside her, he removed his arm from her shoulders, his jaw clenched and he averted his gaze back up to the sky, sending the moon a deadly glare.  

“Oh…that was nothing” Y/N noticed the shift in Fred, she couldn’t help but admire him in that moment, the way the moon reflected on his skin, the way his jaw tensed and honestly she thought he looked sexy.

Fred averted his gaze back to her and watched her closely, the way her eyes skimmed his body, “didn’t look like nothing to me” his voice was cold.

Y/N’s eyes widened slightly, shocked at his tone, “it didn’t mean anything Freddie” she placed her and on his shoulder, “it just sort of happened”.

“Well I heard you were very cosy behind me at dinner so it must have meant something” he shrugged her hand off his shoulder. He usually loved having her touch him but he was angry, so fucking angry.  

He wondered what had happened once he left, for all he knows the exact same hands that were touching him had been all over Diggory. That then lead to him thinking about Diggory having his hands all over Y/N, touching her and holding her all the ways that Fred wished he could have done.  

Y/N was close to getting up and leaving, she was hurt by Fred’s words, why did he hate Cedric so much? So what if they kissed? Then realisation hit, “Freddie, are you jealous?”, his head shot down to face her.  

“No, I don’t get jealous” he stated. Shifting slightly, his eyes were dark as they stared into hers, his jaw still tense.

“Yes you are” she chuckled lightly “you’re jealous because Cedric kissed me”.

Fred groaned, his chest heaved slightly whilst the moment replayed in his head again “ugh don’t remind me, you shouldn’t have kissed him”  

“Why?” her perfect doe eye looked up at him through her glasses, batting her eyelashes as innocence filled her eyes.

“Don’t act like you don’t know” he grunted and looked back up to the sky.  

“Well Freddie I don’t know, why shouldn’t I kiss Cedric?”

“Cause you should be kissing me Y/N, not Cedric! For the last god knows how many weeks we’ve spend so much time together, a lot more than you and perfect Diggory have and you still chose him! We’ve been on dates down to Hogsmeade, spent nights cuddled up sleeping in the common room and even talked about spending Christmas together! Like what on earth went through that pretty little head of yours when you decided to kiss him? Is he really that much better than me?” Fred’s whole body had turned to Y/N, his eyes pleading with her for some sort of explanation as to why she chose Diggory.

She smiled slightly “Freddie, did you ever actually state that those were dates or ever ask me to go on a date with you?”

His eyes widened “no, I thought it was fairly obvious what they were” he huffed.  

She turned to the side and sat up on her knees, “how many girls have you taken on dates from school?”.

The question shocked Fred, why was she asking about other girls?  

“None, I don’t date girls”  

“So, why did you think I would just assume they were dates?”, Y/N was confused, she never really thought Fred would like her like that, obviously what she was told today gave her a hint but she never knew what to think about the dates, she could only hope they meant as much to Fred as they did her.

Fred couldn’t come up with an answer, he sat with his mouth open and closing like a fish out of water for a minute and a half, “it wasn’t obvious?”.Y/N shook her head no. “Well what did you thunk they were?” he was so curious as to how she never figured out they were dates.  

“Well I… I mean I thought we were just hanging out. I kinda hoped they were dates but you don’t exactly have the reputation for dating do you Freddie? I kinda just always thought I was like Angelina or Katie or Alicia. I always wanted to ask but I was scared, I didn’t want to lose you as a friend”  

Fred couldn’t believe what he was hearing, was his reputation really that bad? I mean just because everyone knew he didn’t date didn’t mean he never dated anyone. “Oh” was all that left his mouth.  

“Yeah, oh” Y/N chuckled as she watched Fred’s brows knit together as his thoughts took over.  

They sat in silence for a few minutes before Fred decided to speak “so, say if you knew they were like… official dates, would you have kissed Diggory?”  

“Of course I wouldn’t have” she shook her head quickly.

“Would you have kissed me instead?” A cheeky grin took over Fred’s face.

“If I knew they were dates I would have kissed you the first night we came out here” she giggled and Fred couldn’t help but grin.  

“So what’s going on with you and Diggory then?” Even saying his name pissed Fred off.

“Nothing, he kissed me and then sat with me at dinner out of the blue, I’d hardly call that dating”.  

“What about me and you? Are we…you know…dating? Just since we’ve agreed that we have been on plenty of dates” he emphasised plenty as he chuckled at her.  

“Well that’s up to you Freddie, I thought you didn’t date” she teased, poking his chest.  

“I don’t date, unless I know the girl is right for me and someone I can see a future with so…”

“You see a future with me?” She interrupted him mid sentence.  

“Of course I do, the second I laid my eyes on you, I knew you were special. You literally took my breath away that day on the train, I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone as beautiful as you. And these last few weeks…months, have only shown me how well we work together. Seeing you every morning in the hall just makes me feel so.. so good, and then when we are alone it’s like no one else exists. I’ve never felt this way about anyone, I’ve had my guard up for so long, sticking with people I know and am comfortable around and then you came along and the walls I’d built up crumbled. I’ve told you things that not even George knows. I just can’t explain it, I think that if I lost you now I’d be lost.”  

A few tears slipped down Y/N’s cheek whilst Fred spoke. He looked back up at the stars and wrapped his arm around her waist beside him.  

“Of course I can see a future with you, I picture it all the time. We’d have our own little house out in the country and a massive garden where the kids could play quidditch or some muggle sport that you’d get them into and we’d have a good space for outside summer parties like what we have at the burrow. Our kids would each have their own room so they didn’t have to share like George and I and they’d be little pranksters like me but just as smart and talented as you. oh and we’d have a dog, mum never let me have one …”

“We’d have kids?” Y/N’s soft voice brought Fred back to reality.  

He looked down at her “of course we would” he smiled “and we’d have a big wedding, like what Bill and Fleur are planning but we’d have to wait a bit after school before all that started”  

“Wow…you’ve really thought all this through Freddie” she giggled “so now that I know all about the future that you have planned for us,  what do we do now?”

Fred gave her a puzzled look raising his eyebrows whilst he raked his brain for an answer. “Uh….”

Y/N laughed “shouldn’t you ask me something?”

“Oh yeah right, I forgot. Would you like to go on a a date with me?”.  

Y/N frowned slightly, Fred’s eyes widened “what did I do something wrong?”  

“No..it’s just… never mind. I’d love to go on a date with you” She smiled up to him, cuddling into his side. As much as she would have loved the official title of being his she would wait as long as it took.

He pulled her blanket away from her and wrapped it around him. “Oi Freddie that’s mine, give it back” she giggled as she tried to pull the blanket back from him. Fred stretched his arm and held the blanket away from her, she got on her knees and leaned over Fred trying to get it. She placed her knees at either side of his thighs as she tried to reach over.  

She finally gave up and rested in his lap, “Freddie it’s cold” she pouted. Fred’s breath caught in his throat as he looked down at the position they were in. His eyes looked at her lips, then her eyes and then her lips again. God he wanted to kiss her, he wanted to see how it felt.  

Y/N leaned forward and placed her lips on Fred, he was surprised that she initiated the kiss but quickly responded, his hands dropped her blanket and went to her hips and pulled her closer to him, making sure his hands didn’t sit to low. His tongue glided across her bottom lip asking for entrance which she gladly excepted, their lips moving in perfect harmony.  

Y/N couldn’t help but think about how right this felt, Cedric was nothing compared to Fred, as cliché as it sounds she saw fireworks and butterflies fluttered in her stomach.  

Fred had never had a kiss this good, in all honesty he never really kissed the girls he had sex with, it just made the encounter far to intimate for him. But kissing Y/N felt amazing, he loved being so close to her. He pulled back and rested his forehead against hers “I hope you know you’re mine now”, Y/N nodded eagerly before pulling him close for another kiss.  

They spent the rest of the night cuddled up under the stars watching as the sun came out. They walked hand in hand to the castle and sat at the Gryffindor table for breakfast. George was the first to come down and see them sat together “ah no more tears over Y/N then Freddie, did you finally convince her to give you a chance?” he poured himself a glass of pumpkin juice.  

“Yes Georgie he did” George choked on his juice slightly before grinning like the Cheshire Cat.  

“Finally! It’s taken you both long enough, sorry for the glares yesterday Y/N, they were mainly at Diggory, I just don’t like seeing Fred upset”.  

Y/N just shrugged before smiling at George “It’s okay Georgie, I don’t like seeing him upset either” she laughed and took a bite of the strawberry she was eating.

The rest of Fred’s friends came down, congratulating the two for finally getting together. Ginny came and sat with them, a big grin on her face. “All worked out in the end then ay Freddie” she teased as she ruffled his hair, “you made the right choice Y/N, perfect diggory is nothing compared to our Freddie”.  

Fred rolled his eyes as Y/N chuckled “you’re right about that”. They ate their breakfast in peace, Fred noticed Cedric come in and pulled Y/N close for a passionate kiss, all of his friends whooping and cheering making sure everyone’s eyes were drawn to them. They both pulled away, Y/N blushing and burying her head in Fred’s chest.  

Ron came over just as they were leaving “here’s the letter to mum gin, just Fred and George left to say if they’re taking anyone home for Christmas” he handed the parchment to George who lazily scribbled Lee’s name down with a little message before handing it to Fred.  

“Do you still want to come?” he looked down to Y/N whilst everyone else engaged in conversation, “If you want me to come I’m there” she smiled up at him and watched him scribble on the parchment.  

Hi mum,

I hope you and dad are good, I miss you both.  

I’m going to take my girlfriend home for Christmas, her name is Y/N Y/L/N, give her a sweater that would fit me please – she keeps stealing mine!

See you soon.  

Love, Freddie x  

He handed the letter back to Ginny before pulling Y/N away from the table, “time for our first date as official boyfriend and Girlfriend” he smirked before leading her to one of the secret passages to Hogsmeade.  

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Having his girlfriend at the burrow for Christmas was everything Fred wanted and more. He never realised how much he had missed out on. They spent their days cuddled up on the couch watching old films whilst drinking hot chocolate, or out in the snow sledding or building snowmen. Every night was filled with more movies, games and of course Y/N reading muggle tales to Fred as they cuddled in front of the fire (although some of those tales were interrupted by mr Weasley who was so fascinated by the things muggles came up with in their stories).  

It was Christmas Eve and all of the family were heading up to their rooms, Fred tugged Y/N over to the front door and slid her jacket over her shoulders before securing her hat to her head and tying her scarf loosely around her neck. “Get on your boots cutie, I’ve got a surprise”. As Y/N got on her wellies, Mrs Weasley came over with a basket in hand.

“Everything you asked for Freddie” she popped it on the floor, “good night dearie, Freddie is so lucky to have found you” she wrapped her arms around Y/N, she did the same to Fred after he was ready. Walking over to the stairs she stopped and turned on her heels “remember when you get back to go to your separate rooms, I’m not ready to be a grandmother just yet” with a wink she made her way up the stairs.  

“She’s honestly something else” Fred chuckled taking Y/N’s hand in his and leading her out to the garden.  

“I think she’s great”  

Fred used his wand to conjure up a seating area for the two of them and a little fire in front of them. In the basket was blankets, two mugs, a flask of hot chocolate and some marshmallows.  

“Freddie this looks great” Y/N couldn’t help but smile at Fred, she was so lucky to have him.  

He grabbed her wrist and looked at her watch, “five minutes to go” he wrapped a blanket around them both before getting the hot chocolate for them.  

He wrapped an arm around them as they watched the stars “they look so much prettier here than they do at school” Y/N looked up at Fred who was already watching her.

“You look just as pretty here as you do at school” he kissed her forehead. The clock struck midnight and suddenly fireworks started going off.  

Red ones, green ones, white ones, ones in the shape of Santa, ones in the shape of snowmen, Y/N couldn’t look away from them, they were beautiful. Suddenly the fireworks made two figures, they showed two people that Y/N recognised very clearly, it was her and Fred sat in two chairs, the scene sort of reminded her of the times they spent in the library. Next showed the two of them near a circle of blue, this reminded her of all the times they’d spent at the black lake.  

Finally the fireworks showed them kissing and “merry Christmas Y/N” was spelt above them, with “I love you” underneath.  

Y/N gasped as she looked over at Fred, a few tears had escaped her eyes and Fred softly wiped his thumb across her cheek, smiling down at her. “Do you really?” She asked in disbelief.  

“I love you” he placed a kiss to her lips, slow and gentle before pulling back. Y/N was practically grinning from ear to ear “I love you too Freddie”. They sat outside a little longer continuously saying those three special words to each other. They made their way back inside, sitting on the couch for a cuddle before bed. “Merry Christmas Freddie” Y/N yawned and cuddled into his chest.  

“Merry Christmas cutie” he kissed her forehead, his eyes shut.

They woke up the next morning to Mrs Weasley standing above them “I said separate rooms” she said sternly before breaking out into a smile “merry Christmas you two” she kissed both of their foreheads before going into the kitchen.  

Fred and Y/N were the first ones up, when they joined her in the kitchen they both apologies only to be waved off my Molly.

Soon it was time for presents, everyone received a jumper from Mrs Weasley and she followed Fred’s instructions, ensuring the jumper with Y/N’s initial was the same size as Fred’s.

Fred and Y/N left opening each other’s presents until last. Y/N got Fred a new beater for quidditch, some sweeties from honeydukes and a big teddy in the shape of a dog, “I know how much you’ve always wanted one” she winked. Fred grinned from ear to ear as he showed off his new bat to George.

It was now Y/N’s turn, there was a small box on the floor with her name on it, she carefully took off the wrapping paper and opened the box to reveal the most beautiful bracelet she had ever seen, there was a W charm attached with a broom and a star either side. “Oh Freddie I love it, thank you so much!” she practically flew into Fred’s arms giving him a big cuddle and a kiss.

“I love you” he whispered into her ear.  

“I love you too”  

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Her last name is Dar, not Desai. Ackles didn’t create her, Robbie did. He formed her character and fleshed her out with Nida’s input. And there’s no stereotype I’ve seen in her portrayal…? Unless you mean because she’s Smart and Asian, which are just two qualities she has. It’s fine that you’re not watching, but it’d help to at least read media coverage on her to know this rather than diminish (so far) good rep into nothing worth batting an eyelash at. Fandom loves to play contrarian and then not even be informed on what they say.

Oh wow lol okay first of all….. I’m not sure if you are aware but I, am Indian (I’m biracial) and that is quite literally 100% of my interest in Latika. I mean, her “so far good” rep is repping me! Forgive me because I have no idea if you yourself are desi or not since you’re on anon but like. I am very much allowed to talk about this character. And the stereotype associated with her, courtesy of Jensen AckIes. Just to get that out of the way.

Second of all…. “and then not even be informed on what they say” well I suppose I’ll inform you, then, that media coverage is literally where all the information you’re concerned with has come from..😭 I have been reading about this show since it was announced!

Regarding Latika’s name, I had understood it to be Desai from this article.

That understanding was re-enforced by the sheer amount of people on here using the Latika Desai tag to talk about her since before the premiere and literally right up to this day still. I came to realise that her name had at some point been changed to Dar when I looked her up on the spn wiki not 5 minutes before receiving this ask so.. I hope you can forgive me for not updating the tags on my post in time for you, random citizen, to see it!

Regarding the stereotyping, I was referring to this quote from Mr Ackles himself, from this article.

I’m not going to explain why this statement is shitty and racist to both Latika and Carlos and I very much hope you don’t need me to.“It just made sense” oh please white Texas man, tell me more about why it made so much sense to you. Lol.

Anyway that particular article didn’t mention Robbie Thompson at all, unfortunately, so I was unaware he was the one to actually create the character. My apologies. I’m not sure if you’d like me to expand my frustration toward the lazy stereotyped racism expressed in this quote past Jensen AckIes to include Robbie Thompson as well? Because personally I’m glad to hear that he worked closely with the actor to improve on the stereotype they may have began with, or at least the stereotype that Jensen had in mind (or god forfend projected onto the character Robbie had already written). I’m pleased to know Nida had a say! And relieved. Robbie has a good track record with involving underrepresented actors directly in their characters (such as working so closely and brilliantly with Shoshannah to ensure Eileen’s Deafness was properly represented) so that’s definitely a little less harrowing than the situation I’d imagined.

But regardless of any of that……. my request on the post I assume you’re here from was quite literally me asking people who have actually seen the show for MORE DETAIL about her, as in BEYOND the book-smart British Indian trope that I read literally from an interview with CW The Winchesters Executive Producer Jensen Ross AckIes. I honestly think that asking for details beyond the apparent stereotype of a character is the opposite of diminishing said character to a stereotype. I mean if anyone is diminishing her it’d have to be Jensen. I very much looked at his comment, thought “oh that’s so lazy and reductive”, and then asked the good people who have actually seen the show if they could tell me what Latika is like in the actual show! Quirks, traits, minor details, little things that make her a fully rounded character. I WANT to understand her beyond the inane stereotyping that seems to be all Jensen AckIes’ tiny smooth mind could manage to comment on. I literally want to write her into my fics and finally explore the spn universe from a desi perspective! Since I’m not much of an oc guy, I’m thrilled at the opportunity for that! I am very much batting an eyelash at her, to be clear!

Anyway as you noted and as I’ve I said I’m really not interested in this show, I will never watch it, I’m just interested in Latika since spn never had a desi character other than Kali (who appeared in one episode, and that one episode was INORDINATELY racist) and I feel compelled to steal Lata for my secret good canon and writing. I was just hoping to learn a bit more about her before adopting her entirely, and there is absolutely nothing on the wiki for her yet, so I ran the risk of reaching out into spnblr for anyone willing to share. That’s all!

Clearly my post and tags caught you in something of a unfortunate mood. I apologise if I offended you, but I hope now you might understand me and where I’m coming from a little better, and you’ll get that I’m actually NOT just talking out of my arse here 😭

And if you deign to forgive me and you feel like writing back and actually answering my request for Latika lore, then you are by all means welcome to. Thanks!

[sometimes-i-write-good]

also i like to imagine scenarios like this

Quite the Opposite

1.3k || “I’ll take the mask off if you take that shit off and show your face, luv.” “Negative.” You bat your eyelashes at him. If Ghost didn’t know himself any better,  he’d swear his heart stutters. “Scared you’re ugly under there?” Those painted lips of yours quirk up into a smirk. “Quite the opposite, L.t.”

Genre: fluff

CW: none! 

Author’s Note: ooc?? maybe. tooth-rotting and sweet?? absolutely. 

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It was a rare day off. Not in the unexpected sense. Leave days were rigorously preapproved and, even if Ghost never jumped at the opportunity, he had racked up a serious number of days he could take off if he wanted to. 

He never did. What point was there to rack up memories tainted by the dark corners of his past when he could stay and work and forget all the hurt for a little while. Ghost only every made memories when the military forced it on him. Creating a team with people like Soap where it was impossible to have a bland, boring day, forcing him to take leaves when it became obvious Ghost wasn’t going to take them himself, and, most importantly, when they forced him to meet you. 

Forced, perhaps, is not the right word. But there’s no way Ghost could possibly admit to being the one that opened up first. He was Distance personified. Far away stares, no communication unless absolutely necessary. Protection. For his sanity and his heart and any other parts of him that had the slightest chance of slipping away from him. Protection from feeling when he’d already spent a painstaking amount of his life icing out anyone or anything that could hurt him. 

Only that didn’t explain how he got here. Sitting in your room on base - more of an unused meeting room turned bedroom to give you privacy - waiting for you to finish up with getting ready. 

He’d never understood what took you so long to get ready on days where you had all the time in the world. Ghost had watched you be first in line for attendance some mornings knowing damn well you’d rolled out of bed maybe three minutes before that - it wasn’t as though you were fully incapable of quickly getting ready to face the day.

“Almost done yet, kid?” He asks. You give him a hum that could mean ‘soon’ or ‘maybe when the week is out.’ 

The past thirty minutes have been full of pacing, checking the door to make sure Soap or Gaz weren’t on their way to steal you away from him for the day, and more pacing. This wasn’t a briefing to stand in the corner, motionless, waiting for Price to hand out information to memorize. This was him sitting in one of the small folding chairs staring at you turn your face this way and that in the dim fluorescent lights. 

If his heart weren’t threatening to beat out of his chest every time he looked, Simon would spend the entire day watching you put on makeup. Brows furrowed in concentration; lips parted in a way that sends his mind to the gutter. You didn’t know how beautiful you really were. 

“I don’t think you need all that shit on your face.” A gruff comment. One he’s said every time you ask if you can go ‘freshen up’ before the squadron heads to a tavern. Ghost shifts in his seat and the chair creaks beneath his large frame. “You look fine without it.” 

The comment, as always, knocks a light laugh from your lips. A sound the stills the thundering in Simon’s chest just long enough for him to truly appreciate it. 

“Ghost-” he leans forward, almost unconsciously when you say his name- “I wear makeup almost every day.” 

He doesn’t say anything. What can he say? I genuinely thought your skin was just that clear. That would only prove Ghost to be one of those men who thought natural makeup was actually their natural face. 

“And who are you to talk?” The lit to your voice draws Ghost’s gaze away from the door and towards you, all done up and finally ready to go. “You don’t need all that shit on your face either.” 

Ghost raises a gloved hand to his mask, watching with amusement as you gesture to the black face paint under his mask. “I’ll take the mask off if you take that shit off and show your face, luv.” 

“Negative.” You bat your eyelashes at him. If Ghost didn’t know himself any better he’d swear his heart stutters. 

“Scared you’re ugly under there?” 

Those painted lips of yours quirk up into a smirk. “Quite the opposite, L.t.”

“Now you’re just taking the piss out of me.”

“Maybe.” You shrug and start gathering your things for a quick walk around the marketplace in town. A date. An outing that Ghost had carefully planned under the pretense of a bet from the last poker game he kicked ass on. 

“Woah, take me out to dinner first!” You had thrown your head back in laughter at Soap, who had ran into you on the way back from the pisser and caught your round the waist. His hand too close to your ass for Ghost’s liking, but you’d always known the right things to say to get out of situations like that. 

“I’d love you, bonnie,” Soap had said, “but Ghost over there just ran me out of my last dollar.” 

You’d turned, lips quirked then as they were now, and stared at Simon. He kept his gaze flat, uninvolved. Anything to try and keep you from saying what you were about to. “Maybe he should take me out to dinner instead.” 

Your words had sucked the light, airy mood straight out of the room and replaced it with thick, sexual tension. Soap could hardly keep his jaw off the floor. Though that may have had more to do with the amount of Tequila he’d had that night. 

“If I win this hand, I’ll take you out for dinner, lass.” His words replaced the smug look on your face with a scowl. You were a horrid cheater - at least, you were to a man who knew how to read situations. Ghost had seen your not-so-subtle glances at his hand, but he’d left his cards up for you to see regardless. It was entirely more entertaining for you to try and call him on bluffing without exposing that you were cheating. 

“Spending too much time with Johnny?” Your ask. Brow arched in defiance.

Even harder for you to bluff now when you knew he had nothing. “I’ll take you up on that offer, Ghost,” you cooed. 

Soap took a seat next to Simon. Your seat. “Can’t fold though.” He leaned forward to look at Gaz and Price. “None of you can. Wouldn’t be fair to Bonnie over there.” 

Fair enough. The only useful thing Ghost had in this hand was a King. Surely Price could scrounge up a pair. Something to get him out of this situation Ghost had managed to put himself in because he wasn’t used to the way you loosened his tongue and pulled prayers from his lips. 

Ghost hadn’t expected Fate to be on your side. He should have. Out of the shit had he had, everyone else’s were worse. “A fuckin’ high card. I win on a fucking high card.” 

“Coming, Ghost?” You ask. He can’t remember when you got over by the door but now, with the brighter halls illuminating half your face, he’s stun locked. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?” 

There aren’t enough words in the English language for Simon to pull together and explain that you’ve been replaced by some version of a goddess. 

“Surprised that I clean up nice?” 

“Something like that?” He stands and makes his way over to you. Careful not to look in your face too long because the sultry fox eyes you’re wearing are more dangerous than any mission he’d faced before. 

“Want me to do yours next?” You tease. 

“Take off the mask?” He asks, and, when you nod at him, he replies with a curt, “Negative.” 

“Are you ugly under there?” 

“Quite the opposite.” 

You shake your head fondly at him and his lips quirk up into a smile behind the mask. The last thing Simon ever expected to chink away at his frozen heart was a done-up face like yours, but he was quickly coming to realize one thing: you were unlike anyone he’d ever met before.  

ghost wouldn’t be interested in someone who wears heavy makeup. it’s literally so off character for him.

maybe!

but he’s also a man who wears a mask and doesn’t let anyone see his face, so I like to think he isn’t shallow enough enough to turn someone away just because they look a certain way! I don’t think winged eyeliner is enough to keep the many away from someone he feels a connection to (his trust issues and trauma does that)

[ddarker-dreams]

Readings. Yan Mona x Reader

Warnings: General yandere themes. Word count: 1.2k.

Synopsis: You seek out some answers on your unlucky love life.

It’s serene moments like these that Mona treasures more than the glittering constellations in the night sky.

You run your fingers through silky, midnight black hair, the leisurely action unexpectedly soothing. It takes every ounce of Mona’s waning self-control not to lean into your touch. Maybe it wasn’t a wise decision to let you braid her hair, but the way you pouted and batted your eyelashes when you asked was downright unfair. How could she turn her nose up and say no to such a cute—

“Hey, Mona. I have a question.” Your voice reminds her of a rushing stream. The sound is refreshing, yet always moving, never allowing the opportunity to steady herself when submerged in it. What she wouldn’t give to listen to you speak all hours of the day. Thoughts such as these used to trouble her, however, she’s long since come to accept her fixation with you. An astrologer would be a fool to deny fate’s designs for oneself, after all.

“Y-yes? What is it that troubles you?” She clears her throat, squaring her shoulders to appear more professional. The night’s cool breeze threatens to make her shiver, her outfit less than ideal for this weather, yet the warmth your body provides by being so near wards it off. You insisted that being in close proximity was necessary for you to style her hair. This endearing request garnered no complaints from her.

Mona’s mind all but shuts down when she feels your chest press against her back.

You let out a soft sigh that tickles her skin. “Lately, I… I’ve been wondering. Do you think I’m cursed or something?”

“Cursed?” Mona repeats the word, finding it unpleasant on her tongue.

“My luck has been almost as bad as Bennett’s lately,” you lament, putting your head on her shoulder. Mona swears her heart skips a beat. “I’ve tried taking your advice, but it hasn’t led to the results I expected. Am I doing something wrong?”

“I’m unsure why you surmised a curse to be the problem at play here, as there’s no such thing in this instance. Please refer back to what I said when you first came to me for help.” Mona hints, the answer of importance to you both. It’s what always defined her principles, that is, until she met you.

You contemplate on it for a few seconds.

“That ‘a fortune teller shouldn’t offer advice’, if I’m remembering correctly,” you frown, returning to your previous task of braiding her hair. “I wonder if that means I’m beyond help then.”

It’s not you that’s beyond help, she thinks. Mona’s fingers twitch by her side, an instinct to pull out her scryglass just barely being suppressed. Of course, you wouldn’t be able to make sense of the divination as she can, but she’s apprehensive about it regardless. She hasn’t gazed into anyone else’s future as much as she has yours. In times of uncertainty, when she longs for your presence by her side, she makes use of her gifts to study your destiny. Peering into nooks and crannies that she knows she shouldn’t, yet does all the same.

Mona turns herself around and crosses her arms over her chest. “Tell me. Do you doubt my abilities, [First]?”

“I-I would never! I’ve seen how accurate your predictions are before myself. It’s just… anything that has to do with relationship stuff isn’t going well. I don’t know how to explain it.” You put your hands up in defense at her knifelike accusation, not foolish enough to provoke a lecture from the haughty astrologer.

Mona wonders for a moment what that old woman would think of her now. Using her skills in hydromancy to benefit herself and no one else. It goes against her moral code, yet that’s never been enough to deter her when it’s related to you. How can she deny herself but this single respite? You’re looking at her now with stars practically shining in your eyes, your cheeks glowing from the sudden confrontation. Her stomach churns at how you sheepishly avert your gaze, at how painfully close the two of you are to one another. Yet a gap still remains.

As it always has.

Mona flicks your forehead and tuts. “Have a bit more faith in me. You should know that I always hold your best interest in heart.”

“Of course I know that!”

Ah, that bubbly yet blissfully ignorant personality of yours. How cute.

“Here, how about this,” she raises her hand, power flowing through her fingertips as she summons her watery scryglass. “I’ll gaze into your destiny once more to find the answers you seek.”

Your mouth gapes in amazement while Mona sets to work. You’ve never tried to hide how impressive you find her gifts in hydromancy to be, something that maybe strokes her ego. Just a little bit. The first time she read your fortune, a constant stream of compliments left your lips, flooding her with validation she never knew she needed. Of course, she’s no stranger to receiving praise, having heard almost every kind under the sun. What made you stand out was how earnest you were, without holding any hidden agendas. No, you weren’t trying to earn any favors with her, you just found her to be impressive and had no qualms in saying so.

Mona scrutinizes the information appearing before her with a serious air.

“There is indeed a special someone whose path you have crossed before.”

You lean closer, hanging on her every word.

“Yes, I believe… that this someone holds profound, uncontrollable feelings for you. However,” she adjusts her scryglass and narrows her eyes. “It appears they were not quite ready to tell you of these feelings for some time, but they’re coming close to doing so. That would explain why I couldn’t see this before.”

She dismisses her scryglass with a flick of her wrist and stares at you. “Was that satisfactory?”

At her question, you eagerly nod your head and wrap your arms around her shoulders giddily. Mona’s muscles stiffen at the unexpected physical contact, the rhythm increasing just as a crescendo would. She hesitantly returns your display of affection, grateful that you can’t see how her hands are starting to perspire in this intimate position.

“You’re the best friend I could’ve ever asked for,” you hum, rubbing your face against her cheek. “Alright! It’s decided. Looks like I won’t be giving up on love after all.”

Mona forces a laugh. “That’s, well… good to hear.”

Her eyelashes flutter shut, mind drifting elsewhere, lulled by the fragrant scent of your perfume. The image of your constellation reflected in the all-knowing water reappears. Indeed, it is true that your fate is deeply interwoven with that of another. So much so that even an amateur fortune teller would be able to tell. It was what haunted her every time she worked up the courage to look into your future, praying to any divine being that might hear that it’s changed since she last checked.

“So, who is it? Are you able to tell?” You tilt your head, expectantly waiting for Mona to impart her otherworldly wisdom.

She hopes you don’t notice how the color steadily drains from her face.

“I suppose the timing is right,” she places a shaky hand on your cheek and smiles. “[First], it’s…”

Her lips move and you gawk with wide, doe-like eyes.

[hintsofhoney]

Easy A

Pairing(s): Dom!Professor!Misha Collins x F!Reader

Summary: You visit Professor Collins during his office hours to see if there's anything you can do to raise your grade.

Tags: 18+, student/professor relationship, rough sex, spanking, rough oral (male receiving), praise kink, sir kink, degradation, dom/sub dynamics

Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: I am now absolutely FERAL for Mr. Misha Collins. This is entirely inspired by the GIFs I made below. Thank you to @treat-winchesterswith-kindness and @ellewritesfix05 for reading over this, and to @wonder-cole for feeding my Misha thirst. This is also the first part of a little mini-series I’ve decided to do, so keep an eye out for Professor!Jensen, and maybe a threesome or some Professor!Danneel in the future. Hope you guys enjoy!

You can also read me on Ao3!

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You chewed on the end of your pen as you watched your professor explain something having to do with the literary analysis of whatever book it was that you were currently assigned to read. To be fair, you had straight A’s in every single class but this one. In this class, you tended to doze off into daydreams about you and –

“How about you, Miss Y/N? Any ideas?”

You were snapped out of your daydream by the very man you were daydreaming about. Although you were nearly failing this class, you had made sure to make yourself memorable. At least, memorable to your professor. “No, sorry. To be honest, I didn’t read the book,” you shrugged, knowing that it wouldn’t get you in his good graces but maybe it’d be your way in. Oh, you didn’t read the book? Come see me during my office hours and I’ll show you what happens to students who don’t participate in class, is what you imagined he’d say.

Instead, he scoffed, folded his arms over his chest, and briefly shook his head as he stared at the floor. “Alright, thanks for being honest. Anyone else know the answer?” he asked the rest of the class.

You leaned back in your seat – as comfortably as you could; these damn lecture halls had the most uncomfortable seating – as some know-it-all in the back answered Professor Collins’ question. Continuing to chew on the end of your pen, your eyes traveled up his body. He was wearing a suit today, with a tan blazer, vest, and a bowtie. His biceps were constricted behind the sleeves of his jacket as he crossed his arms. You weren’t internalizing anything he was saying, but you were listening to his voice. You clenched your thighs together as you imagined him whispering dirty things into your ear as he fucked you over his desk. It was at that moment that you decided that in 10 minutes, when class ended, you were going to “see what you could do to raise your grade”.

“Professor Collins?” you asked, as you walked up to the podium as the rest of the class filed out. He was hunched over, trying to stuff his bag with papers that he had to grade. He looked up from his task with a smile.

“Y/N, what can I do for you?”

“I just… well, grades came out and I was just wondering if… if there’s anything I could do to raise mine?” you asked, batting your eyelashes innocently. You were pulling out all the stops.

Misha – that was his first name, which you knew from the syllabus; you had at least skimmed through that – chuckled as he went back to stuffing papers in his bag. “Yeah. Read the book,” he said.

“Yeah, that’d help I guess… if I had the time. I’m just so swamped with my other classes and I mean… look, I really need the A,” you pleaded.

He smirked at you, obviously getting the hint. “I’ll tell you what, come by my office hours later today. I’ll see what I can do.”

You smiled up at him innocently. “Thank you, Professor. You’re a lifesaver.”

You knocked on Misha’s door right at 2 o’clock, when his syllabus had stated that his office hours started.

“Come in,” you heard him sing-song from the other side of the door. You entered slowly, closing the door behind you. His office was just large enough to fit a desk, two chairs, and a small couch off to the side of the room. The corkboard on the back wall was decorated with pictures of him and his friends – who all happened to be just as good looking as him – out doing normal-people things that you never think professors do. It’s a hard concept to grasp; your school teachers having lives outside of school. You smiled at your professor sheepishly as you took a seat in the chair across from him, his desk standing between the two of you. He looked at you curiously as he tapped a pencil against the wooden surface, his tongue darting out between his lips before he folded his arms and placed them on his desk, leaning over it so he could get closer to you. “So… you really need the A, huh?” he smirked, and your thighs instinctively clenched together.

“Yeah… so if there’s anything I can do, please let me know. I’ll do it,” you replied, not even trying to hide what you were implying. He was into you. You could tell.

“Stand up,” he commanded, his tone of voice shifting ever so slightly, sending a shiver down your spine. You obeyed, watching him as he pulled out a few papers from his desk drawer. He turned them around to face you, and you read the word ‘Syllabus’ at the top. “Put your elbows on the desk,” he said again, the dominance in his voice going straight to your core. You did as you were told, placing a forearm on either side of the syllabus, forcing you to fully bend over. “What’s that say, right there?” He asked, pointing to a section about halfway down the page titled, ‘Required Reading’. You nearly moaned at the sight of his finger so close to your face; God, he had some nice hands.

“Uh,” you gulped, “required reading.”

“That’s right,” he said, standing up from his chair and walking around the desk. He was behind you now, and you hoped he was enjoying the view. You were wearing leggings today – ones that showed off your ass quite nicely – and you decided to forego the underwear. “Do you know what the word ‘required’ means, Miss Y/N?” he questioned, and you tensed up as you heard the metal clinking of a belt buckle.

“Uhm, y-yes,” you squeaked, the cockiness in you gone, completely overtaken by your desire to submit to him. You continued staring at the paper in front of you, not daring to look up.

“Tell me,” Misha commanded. You could feel him right at your side now, in the perfect position to spank you until you were begging him to stop.

“It uh… it means necessary… essential,” you replied, hoping those answers would suffice.

“It sure does,” he said, leaning over and looking at you, his head level with yours. “Glad we can come up with synonyms; I knew you were smarter than you were letting on,” he smirked condescendingly. “Now, read the rest.”

You took a deep breath before beginning to read the section. “Students are required –” SMACK! The belt came down on your ass hard, drawing a yelp from your lips. “OW!” you exclaimed, looking up at him.

He simply grabbed your head and pushed it back down. “Read. The. Fucking. Paper. Stop again and I’ll make you start over,” he hissed. SMACK!

“Students are required to,” SMACK, “t-to read three books,” SMACK, “th-throughout the s-semester,” SMACK.

“Good girl, keep going,” he instructed, as you felt his fingers on the waistband of your leggings. There was no way in hell you were going to fuck this up; a belt on your bare ass was going to bring you to the edge of tears for sure. You felt the cold air hit your ass as Misha pulled down your leggings halfway down your legs. You heard him huff a smirk, probably due to the fact that you weren’t wearing any underwear.

“The required readings include,” SMACK! You tried to stay still and ignore the intensified sting, “‘The C-Canterbury Tales’ by,” SMACK, “G-Geoffrey Chaucer, ‘Emma’ by Jane,” SMACK, “A-Austen, and ‘Wonderful Adventures of Mrs. Seacole,” SMACK, “I-In Many Lands’ by Mary,” SMACK, “S-Seacole.”

“And how many of those have you read?” Misha asked as you saw him put the belt down on the desk in your periphery.

You gulped, scared to answer truthfully, but figuring it was best to do so. “N-none.”

You felt Misha start rubbing your ass with his palm, providing some much needed relief to the stinging pain you were feeling. “So, let me get this straight, here. You’ve read none of the required readings for this class, yet you still want me to give you an A, is that right?”

You nodded. “Y-yes, sir.”

“Well,” he huffed, delivering a firm smack to your sore ass, “that entirely depends on how well you can suck my cock.” Misha grabbed you by your hair and pulled up, forcing you to stand. “On your knees,” he said, snapping his fingers at you and pointing to the floor in front of him. You obeyed, dropping to your knees the best that you could with your leggings constricting the movements of your legs. You watched as Misha unzipped his pants and pushed them down, revealing the bulge that was being confined by orange-ish boxer-briefs. He smirked down at you as he hooked his thumbs under the waistband of them and pushed them down as well, just past the curve of his ass. His cock sprung free and your breath hitched at the sight. He was thick, and big enough to where it wouldn’t be easy to take all of him without gagging – and you did not have a very reactive gag reflex to begin with. You opened your mouth eagerly, sticking your tongue out to show him just how much effort you were willing to put in and how excited you were to do it. Misha chuckled darkly as he stared down at you, taking the base of his shaft in one hand and grabbing the nape of your neck with the other. He tapped his cock on your tongue a few times, the salty taste of precum awakening your tastebuds. “God, you’re a dirty little slut, aren’t you?” he husked, as you smiled up at him with your eyes, his dick still resting on your tongue, your mouth wide open.

You nodded, attempting a, “Yes, sir”.

He smirked down at you, before slowly pushing himself into you. You hollowed your cheeks, bringing your tongue back into your mouth so you could swirl it around his tip. You brought one of your hands to replace his at the base of his cock, as you began to bob your head in a steady rhythm. Misha’s hand came to your hair, gripping at it tightly as you continued your movements. Spit began dripping from the corners of your mouth, and you began twisting slightly and pulling up on his shaft as you continued to suck. A guttural moan escaped his throat, which made you aware of the wetness between your legs.

“You must really want that A,” he groaned, looking down at you before pushing you down on his cock, forcing him to take you all the way. You looked up at him, your eyes glossed over with tears as it was becoming difficult to breathe. “But, I don’t think you’ve earned it yet.” Misha pulled you off his cock, allowing you to take a breath as he grabbed the belt off of the desk beside him. Placing the leather behind your head at the nape of your neck, he held on to each end as he pulled you towards him. He rammed his cock down your throat, using the belt as leverage to keep you in position as he thrusted into your mouth. You gagged with each thrust, his cock hitting the back of your throat every single time. You kept your eyes on him as he continued, his mouth open slightly as he looked down at you. He smiled before pulling on the belt and keeping it there, forcing you to hold his cock in your mouth. “You have no idea how long I’ve been picturing you in this position, Y/N. How’s my cock taste?”

You nodded to the best of your ability, attempting a “good”, but he was too far down your throat for anything audible to come out.

“Good? Yeah, I bet it does,” Misha smirked, letting go of the belt with one of his hands, allowing you to pull back just enough to where you could get some air in your lungs. He grabbed you by your hair again, the belt now tossed in the corner, and pulled you off his cock and onto your feet. He wasted no time bending you over his desk. “Now, let’s see how it feels,” he husked, before lining up with your entrance and ramming into you with no warning. You yelped at the suddenness of it all, however it wasn’t painful. You’d never been so wet in your life, which allowed Misha to thrust into you with ease. “Fuck, you’re wet. All from my cock in your mouth, huh? You really are a dirty little slut,” he huffed, as he continued to thrust into you hard and fast.

You gripped the edge of his desk, your knuckles turning white as you tried to hold on. The desk was shaking, and you were certain that anyone walking by was able to hear the sound of your whines and skin slapping on skin as Misha continued to ram into you. You could feel the coil in your abdomen tighten as his cock hit the back of your walls, expletives falling from your lips as Misha dug his fingers into your hips, using them as leverage as he gripped on and thrusted into you even harder.

“Fuck!” you exclaimed.

“That’s right. That’s fuckin’ right, take it. You want that A, don’t you?”

You nodded quickly. “Yes, sir!”

Misha reached around to your clit, starting to rub it in circles with the pads of his middle and pointer fingers. It was just what you needed to bring you close to the edge. You were seconds away from release, but something in you told you to wait for Misha’s permission. “You want to cum?” he huffed, continuing to thrust into you.

You nodded again. “Please,” you begged.

“Please, what?”

“Please, sir!” you practically yelled. You heard him smirk before he leaned over to whisper in your ear.

“Then cum.”

You felt your coil snap instantly, as if Misha’s words were all you needed to hear. You convulsed underneath him, instinctively trying to pull away as he continued to pound into you, but he grabbed your hips and kept you still. Your cunt was contracting around his cock as you came down from your high, and once you felt his dick twitch you knew he was close, too. It only took a few more thrusts before he pulled out of you and you felt his cum shooting out onto your bare ass, grunts and heavy breathing escaping his lips as he rode out his high.

You didn’t move until you were being handed a tissue, instructed my Misha to, “clean up the fucking mess you made” in reference to the cum on your ass. You obeyed, cleaning yourself to the best of your ability, before pulling your leggings back up. You threw the tissue in a nearby trash can, turning to face your professor who was in the process of buckling his belt. You steadied yourself against the desk and waited for him to look at you. After he was done putting his belt on, he finally turned his attention to you.

“So… do I have an A now?” you questioned, biting your lip in anticipation of his answer.

He smirked at you. “As of now. But, if you want to keep it, you’re going to have to start doing some work.”

“And if I don’t?” you smiled teasingly, not wanting this to be your last encounter.

“If you don’t,” he said, his tone low and commanding as he took a step closer to you, “then next time you're bent over my desk and I’m punishing you, you’ll be standing there reading the whole damn book, and not just the syllabus.”

You gulped at the thought, already knowing that your ass would not be able to handle that. “And if I do… do my work?” you pushed, placing a hand on his chest and batting your eyelashes up at him.

“Then you’ll be bent over for other reasons,” he winked.

“Sounds fair,” you smiled, sighing happily. You took a step back and grabbed your backpack off the nearby chair before swinging it over your shoulder.

Misha walked around to sit at his desk again. “I’ll see you in class on Friday, Y/N. Remember, an analysis of Chapter 7 is due.”

“Yes, sir,” you smiled, before starting to head towards the exit. As you opened the door, you were met face-to-face with a man just as gorgeous as Professor Collins. You recognized him from some of the pictures that Misha had up on his corkboard. “Sorry, excuse me,” you said sheepishly, trying to get past him before he could take in your disheveled look and put two and two together.

“Ah, Jensen, this is Y/N,” Misha said, before you could fully make your way out the door. You stepped aside to let Jensen in, who turned to look at you with his hands in his pockets. “She’s my… star student,” Misha announced, causing you to blush. Jensen smiled at you, offering his hand out. You shook it as he introduced himself.

“Professor Ackles, I teach anthropology,” he said.

You smiled back at him. “I’m actually taking that next semester, maybe I’ll be in your class.”

“If I’m lucky,” he smirked, letting go of your hand. You felt the heat in your cheeks rise.

“Right, well… I’m going to head out. See you Friday, Mi – uh, I mean, Professor. Nice to meet you, Mr. Ackles,” you said, before quickly making your way out of the room.

PART TWO: THE BENEFITS OF CHEATING ↦