#i’m missing a few details on her outfit but whatever

[radeioactive]

selene, her design is so beautiful

[catssluvr]

Hello I’m not sure where you wanted requests at so I’m Just going to do it here! Can you write a fic where reader is secretly in love w Emily and one day decides to wear a more revealing outfit (maybe like tighter to show off curves?) and notices that Emily is looking at her more often and when Emily confesses her feelings to reader, reader feels like she only did it for her body because r has been used for her body before and then Emily like states all the cute things r does and why she fell in love with her. Sorry it’s not very detailed or doesn’t make sense😓

tysm for requesting luv 💌 i added a few things, hope that's okay!! sorry for taking a bit <3

𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖, emily prentiss

emily prentiss x fem!reader

emily confesses to you on a night out and what you believe to be the reason behind it makes you insecure.

warnings: insecurities, jealously, derek being flirty asf (platonically <3)

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You take one last glance at yourself on the reflection of the car window. A black mini skirt that feels like it barely covers your thighs, tight burgundy cap sleeved top with a low cut and a bit more of makeup than usual. It's a bit more extra than what you're used to. After all, you work at the bau so the usual is either a suit or jeans and a sweater.

You can't help but feel a bit reluctant now that you're standing right outside the bar. You feel pretty, it's definitely nice to dress up once in a while. But in the back of your mind, you know you also want Emily to think you look pretty. The choice of color of your top might have been because you know it's one of her favorites.

You've had a little crush on her ever since she joined the team. Which was a good while ago so you don't think you can really consider it just a little crush anymore. You catch yourself looking at her way more than you'd like to admit. It's really hard not to look when she always looks so good.

But it's just a night out after all, everyone is going to be dressed up. You don't expect anything to happen, just to have enough drinks to make you tipsy but not too drunk because unfortunately work calls for you in the morning.

With a breathy sigh, you push the door open. Your gaze catches them immediately, sitting in a table in the middle of the bar with drinks in hand. Emily sees you first, waving you over to them.

"Hi! Oh- you look amazing, angel!" Penelope is the first one to throw a compliment that comes with a bright smile.

"Yeah, i really love your shirt. Nice color." JJ adds teasingly. She's known about your feelings for Emily for as long as they exist. And she obviously doesn't miss one single opportunity to tease you about it.

"Thank you, guys." You take the empty seat between Pen and Emily, your cheeks turning pink once you feel the raven haired eyeing you.

"You should wear that color more often, JJ is right." Emily states, only loud enough for you to hear while the other two girls start chattering about something you can't quite focus on. Not when she's leaning slightly towards you so you can hear properly over the music, the only thing you can actually focus on is her lips that are covered in pink lipstick.

"Oh- Thank you, Em-" Before you can say anything else, or better, stutter out something else, you're interrupted by Derek.

"Well hello, hot stuff." He hands you on of the two drinks on his hands, playfully checking you out. "Looking good today, uh?" He chuckles, pulling a nearby chair and squeezing between you and Emily. You almost scowl at him for interrupting whatever was happening before.

"Yeah, don't get too excited." You play along, not the slightest bit surprised by his flirty antics. You fail to notice the way Emily's shoulders slump at the interaction.

"Can't help it, pretty girls are like magnets to me." You roll your eyes but chuckle once again, he does have quite a way to cheer people up.

Conversation and laughter fill the table soon after, all of you enjoying the rare night out. After all, it's not all the time you get to all be together to talk about something that isn't work.

You notice Emily seems awfully quiet today, barely exchanging words with anyone after your conversation was interrupted by Derek, keeping herself busy with the drink in her hands. You try to gather the courage to small talk with her, but everytime you glance at her, she's in fact already looking at you. And you can't help but feel too embarrassed to actually say anything. Besides, with Morgan sitting between you two you can't really talk to her without getting teased in a not so merciful way. He's also very aware of your pining over eachother. You're pretty sure everyone's aware of it by now. Only making it worse for your embarrassment.

"So, does the pretty girl dance?" Derek asks once he notices you're done with your drink

"Don't you have like loads of other girls in this bar for that?" You retort. You don't exactly feel nice for wanting to dismiss him somewhere so you can talk to Emily, but you really are starting to get worried.

"Sure, but i have the prettiest one of them right here." He insists, not resisting to laugh at his own horrible attempt to fake flirt. You sense he's got something up his sleeve but decide not to question it.

You look at her once more, frowning at the way she looks at the glass in front her, not acknowledging your gaze this time.

"Sure." You sigh, giving in rather quickly. You just didn't want to have the face the awkward silence that would settle between you and Emily if he left. Worst part is you don't have a clue to why she would be upset.

Derek drags you away from the table as soon as the answer leaves your lips. He twirls you once you reach where there's other people dancing, a surprised gasp leaving you before you wrap your arms around his shoulders.

Meanwhile Emily sits at the table with an almost sad frown on her face. This was supposed to be the day she was going to confess her feelings to you, but Derek was rather quick to ruin it. She doesn't remember how long she's been waiting to do it. And now she's pretty sure she's closer to losing her chance with you. You're perfect, it's just a matter of time until someone else realizes it and steals away her chance.

She watched the way he holds your waist and can't help but feel jealous, wishing it was her in his place. Emily knows you're merely friends but she envies the way he can flirt with you so easily without turning into an absolute mess. The most she got herself to do was compliment the color of your shirt. It's not usual to see you dressed up and she wish she could have the courage to tell you how pretty she thinks you look. Not just today, but every other day.

"You're drooling." JJ chuckles but only receives a cold glare in return. Emily can't actually focus on how pretty you look when there's someone else touching your waist and dancing with you. She is looking, nevertheless.

"You know he's doing it on purpose, right?" JJ asks with raised eyebrows.

"What?" Emily finally looks at the blonde girl beside her.

"He's just flirting with her to get on your nerves. Thought you were a good profiler, Em."

"Why would he do that?" The raven haired asks with furrowed brows.

"Maybe cause you're both idiots who don't realize you're in love with eachother. Jesus, everyone else knows but you at the point." JJ answers easily, as if she'd been wanting to say it for a while.

"I know i do, it's not a secret. But i'm pretty sure she's not interested, she would've say something if she was. If anything, she thinks i'm creep for looking so much tonight." Emily gulps down her drink, trying to act the least bothered possible. She is in fact very bothered, it's eating her up that she hasn't had the courage to approach you the whole night.

"It's not like you say anything either." She retorts before adding, "Besides, it wouldn't hurt to try asking her out."

Emily hums in response, not really sure what to think of JJ's suggestion. It is true that she can't be sure about your feelings towards you, but she doesn't think she can be more obvious with her own feelings.

Then again, she could at least try for once before it gets too late. Just maybe not tonight, she thinks as she sees you now sitting by the stools drowning down the second shot with Penelope.

She gives you and Garcia a ride home later that night. Occasionally looking over at you in the passenger seat, deciding what would be the best way to ask you out. It can't get past tomorrow, that's the only thing she's sure about.

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You let out a frustrated sigh as you reach for some paper towel, cleaning the spilled coffee on the counter. Everything seems to be going incredibly bad today. You woke up with a bigger hungover than you had intended to, resulting in a bad mood that worsened once you started thinking about the previous night.

You don't mind Emily looking at you. In fact, you wish she would look only at you forever. The biggest highlight of the whole night was probably when she told you about how good you look in red. You had flushed red quite a few times once you realized she had her eyes on you for most of the night.

But overthinking got the best of you, as usual. It started to feel weird that she would look at you specifically yesterday, the day you decided to dress up. You know it's bad to jump into conclusions, but it's the only thing you can think about. Your stomach turns at the thought of it, disappointment creeping over you. Why wouldn't she want to look at you in any other day?

"Hey, everything okay?" Emily walks into the kitchenet with a small smile on her.

"Yeah. Just spilled some coffee, Em." You murmur, avoiding her gaze at any cost. You move to leave but she's quicker to speak up.

"Do you- i was hoping to ask you something." She says, fingers nervously fidgeting with her blazer.

"Sure, what is it?" You turn back to her, trying to hold yourself together.

"Would you like go grab some food after work?" She asks tentatively.

Your stomach drops, a million of thoughts running through your head. You want to say yes, desperately. But you don't want to end up getting hurt either.

"As a date." She adds quickly. It doesn't help at all that she's looking at you so hopefully.

"I like you, i really do. But maybe it's not a great idea. I mean, i know i usually don't wear clothes like that but i wasn't expecting you to be interested in me just because of it and-" You stop yourself from rambling on.

"What? That's not why i'm asking you out." Emily looks more confused than ever, mouth open in surprise.

"You don't have to say that." You mumble, growing nervous under her gaze.

"It's the truth. I'm asking you out because i've been in love with you pretty much since the day i started working at the bau." She admits, way more straight forward than intended. But it hurt her to know you'd think that of her. "And i do think you're pretty, the prettiest actually. But i could list out a hundred other reason to why i love you that are way more important than that."

"Em..." You cam feeling yourself starting to grow hot. It was indeed a bad idea to just into conclusions, you know she isn't like that.

"No, wait. In fact, i will list it out." She adds while reaching for your already clammy hand. "I love the way you were the only one to support me since day one, i love it when you fall asleep on my shoulder after a case because you feel safe enough to do it, i love how you bring me coffee in the morning almost everyday without expecting anything in return and i love how you're the most caring person i've ever met. I love you for you, not your body. And i was trying to find the courage to ask you out yesterday, i'm sorry if i made you feel that way." She lets out a breath she didn't know she was holding, an incredibly heavy weight being lifted off her shoulders.

"Is that date offer still up?" You ask with a breathy laugh, feeling stupid for it the second after. You expected anything but a love confession today. It was the first question that came to mind.

"Of course." She answers gently with a chuckle, thumb rubbing against your hand just as gently.

"Em?" You say slightly above a whisper.

"Yeah?"

"I love you too." You can't hide the smile (neither does she) that forms on your lips, pressing a smiley kiss on the corner of her lips.

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love you,

cat 🤍

[cosmopretty]

Finally Reunited

Caroline Harvey x Fem

Synopsis: You and Caroline both haven’t been spending any time together recently due to being in difference counties and you come surprise her.

Recently neither you or Caroline have had a break, with her long hockey practices and pre season workouts. Then with your studying and modeling gigs you have been moving around for a while for companies. Yeah you both texted and called every day but it wasn’t the same, and it showed when Caroline would mess up durning practice because her head wasn’t in the game. It’s not her fault that all she could think about was you, and she told you every detail about it.

Which is what led you to getting a plane ticket from Paris, France to Wisconsin, USA. You didn’t want to tell Caroline you were coming instead deciding to surprise her. Laila knew you were coming since she helped you plan this surprise for KK.

Boarding the Plane you see a FaceTime call from your girlfriend, not wanting to spoil the surprise you decline it and go find your seat on the plane.

“What the fuck” Caroline mumbles calling you not once but three times. Laila comes behind her and looks at her phone “She’s probably busy KK” the taller girl shrugs trying to not sound suspicious in any way.

Caroline rolls her eyes “Yeah whatever” she drops her phone on her bag and goes back on the ice to counting practice not noting Laila’s suspicious smile behind her.

Once your plane lands, you check the time and notice you have about an hour before Caroline’s practice ends at 5:30pm. You get an Uber down to the dorms, your girlfriend’s dorm to be specific, you walk in and go straight to her room leaving your suitcase there and changing into a new outfit. One of KK’s badger hoodies with her jersey number on the back and a pair of black shorts.

Leaving her apartment you walk, well more like speed walk down to the rink, where Laila told you the team would be today. Excited was an understatement to what you were feeling, your hands kept shaking. Soon enough you open the doors to the rink quietly trying not to make any noise.

The team was split into two groups versing each other, you get into the box and stand next to coach. She looks down at you and smiles “Your back? How was Paris?” she asks you looking away from you and back on the ice. Shrugging your shoulder you follow her eyesight down to the rink “It was okay, stressful. How’s the team been these past few weeks?” you ask her.

Coach laughs shaking her head “The team would be better if my star player wasn’t distracted all the time, daydreaming” she raises her brows looking down at you the pointing subtly to Caroline. You suck in a breath of air, scratching the back of your neck “My bad” you mumble laughing. She rolls her eyes at you before, you both move your eyes back onto the rink watching the girls play.

Laila stands confidently in the goal, watching as Laney skates down the ice with the puck, your girlfriend follows on the other side. Laney passes the puck to KK, who pushes through Ava and slams her stick across the ice hitting the puck into the goal.

You start clapping jumping up and down next to coach in the box. Caroline head immediately turns towards you recognizing your cheers, she takes her helmet off and drops it, a smile of shock forming on her face.

She immediately runs towards the box, forgetting she’s on ice skates. One minute she standing up straight the next she’s face down on the ice goaning. Everyone starts laughing at the poor girl while you walk up to her slowly on the ice so you don’t fall too. You let out a laugh that the sight of her lying down on the ice, looking like she gave up. You lend her your hand expecting her to take it so you can help her up. Instead her hand wraps around your wrist pulling you down on top of her so her arms can wrap around you in a bear hug.

She rolls on top of you pushing your body down on the cold ice, you squeal “KK baby I missed you too but I’m turning into a popsicle here it’s cold ” you squeal gripping onto her biceps. The girl gets off you for a second, moving to grab her helmet.

Laney comes over and grabs both your outstretched hands, pulling you up. The second your on both of your feet she pulls you into a hug “We missed you so much, KK never shuts up about you” she whispers laughing at KK who was staring at you both annoyed.

Caroline comes over and pulls you from Laney “Yeah enough y’all can see her later she’s mine again I missed her the most” she says gripping the back of your thighs signaling you to jump. You jump into her arms, your legs wrapping around her waist. She carries you off the ice as you wave to all the girls “When KK’s done acting like a baby I’ll come over” you yell to them across the ice.

She carries you all the way to the locker room dropping you onto the bench, so she can change out of her uniform. You bite your lip staring at her abs, and of course she notices “Like what you see baby?” she teases you turning around to face you fully.

“Yeah I do. I really did miss you Caroline more than anything, it was like it physically hurt to be away from you. That’s how much I love you.” You admit to her looking up at her through your lashes standing up, from the bench.

Her eyes drop down to your lips before going back up to your eyes “I know what you mean, it hurt so much to not be able to hold you in my arms. I love you more than anything so- uh why don’t we move in together? You know get our own apartment.”

Caroline’s hands fidget with each other as she looks down at your waiting for your reaction. Your mother opens in shock for a moment “Yes of course let’s move in together KK” you squeal wrapping your arms around her shoulders pulling her down into a kiss. Her lips touch yours for the first time in weeks, your stomach fills with butterflies. You open your mouth giving her room to slide her tongue in, her big hands grin your waist pulling your impossible closer to her.

The locker door flies open and you pull away from each other fast as you hear her tempests yelling. Laney shakes her head “OooO spicy maybe try it in your own room next time” she says walking in and holding the door open for everyone else.

Caroline rolls her eyes “You jealous?” she asks grabbing her hockey bag and putting it in the locker along with her stick. Laney sticks her tongue out at her teammates and grabs your waist “You know I could steal her in a heartbeat” Laney says giggling. You nod your head “Laney your the love of my life let’s runaway together” you gasp falling in her arms.

Laila snorts “You guys are so dumb” she laughs looking over at KK who was laughing at you and Laney. You wrap your arm around Caroline’s waist and wave to everyone “We’re leaving see you guys” you tell everyone dragging her out of the locker room down to her car.

Opening the passenger door for you like always you smile at KK in thanks before getting in and letting her close the door. The drive between the both of you was quiet, just enjoying each other’s presence, fingers interlinked on your lap. Your thumb rubs back and forth on her knuckles “So where are we going baby?” you ask her looking up from your lap to her. She turns away from the road for a moment, making eye contact with you “It’s a surprise just wait ma, you’ll like it I promise” she tells you bringing your interlinked hands to her lips, kissing your hand then bringing it down to your lap.

Trusting her words you relax in the seat of her car, you watch her drive the two of you. Soon enough she parks the car on the side of the road and gets out opening the door for you. She wraps her arm around your shoulders and you follow her moving your arm so it’s around her waist. Looking around at all the stores and diners you gasp “Are we going to that cute cafe that just opened please say we are” you beg her looking at her.

She smirks “Yeah it’s the one I told you about on FaceTime the other day” she informs you pulling you impossibly closer to you. You squeal moving in front of her and hugger her your arms around her neck “I love you so much” you whisper as her arms shake their way around your waist.

“I love you more and your sweet tooth” she teases you her words muffled by the way her head was in your neck. She pulls away “Come on let’s go before they close at eight” she grabs your arm pulling you inside the cafe.

You’re in awe at all the assortments of baked goods, you smile at KK “I have never loved you more than this moment” you tell her putting your hand on your chest. She laughs at you “They have those marble cakes you love so much” she tells you.

“I was wrong” you grab her hand going to sit down outside so you both can wait for a waitress to come serve you both. KK pulls out your chair for you then sits right in front of you. She pulls your hand into her holding it “I missed you so much I hated knowing that you wouldn’t be home with me. But how was Paris and all your jobs?” She asks you wanting to know how everything went for you.

You smile opening your mouth to speak before the waitress comes over “What can I get you both tonight?” she smiles sweetly at the two of you. Caroline nods at you to go first “Can I have hot chocolate with a slice of marble cake please” you tell her nicely your parents taught you to always have good manners.

The waitress nods writing down your order “And you?” she asks looking at your girlfriend. Caroline looks at you then back at the worker “I’ll have vanilla iced coffee and the brownie Sunday thank you” she says. The waitress nods and walks away from both of you back inside.

Caroline looks at you waiting for you to tell her about your time away from her. “Paris was beautiful and the girls I worked with were so sweet I made a few new friends who live in New York, so I’ll probably go meet them soon. I told them all about you I could never stop talking about you, you know” you blush a bit at your own words.

She awes “That’s cute baby how was work everything went well right?” she asks you always checking up on you and wanting to make sure your okay. You nod “It was stressful with all the companies I had to work for some were kind of rude but I met the Dior ambassador and she gave me her number. She’s gonna call me because she said she loved my look and wants me to model for Dior some more so that’s really exciting” you tell her your words filled with excitement and raw emotion.

That’s what KK loved about you, how passionate you were with the things you loved. The waitress comes back handing you both your orders before walking away. You take a bite and moan causing Caroline to choke on her drink “Baby if you’re gonna make the sound it’s gonna be from me not some cake” you shrug at her words smiling. The two of you ate your desserts together talking about anything and everything before leaving the cafe to go back to her dorm, KK eager to get you all alone.

[pyramid-of-starrs]

Don't Be a Sweat

Pairing: Gamer Yunho x Gamer Fem Reader

Genre: Smut & Fluff

Warnings: Sub Yunho, dom reader, fem reader and parts but no fem names, cum eating, exhibitionism, fingering, oral sex (fem receiving), unprotected sex (stay safe pls), cursing, if its anything I missed pls let me know.

Word count: 4.8K (one day I'll get past 4k lol)

A/N: First sub Fic, I think I did an okay job but let me know if you like it!

Minors dni

Smut under the cut

The door to your best friend’s room opens and you and her walk into it, you both plop down on her bed tired from a long day of socializing. You both decided to do attend a "group date" that the designated match maker of your friend group set up. 3 hours of karaoke with the lamest guys you think you've ever met it was so dreadful and boring, you would have much rather been home streaming yourself playing overwatch or the new PSN free games of the month.

"I know what you're thinking Y/N." Your best friend turned to you and said,

"And what am I think little Ms. Mind reader."

"You're thinking "God those guys sucked I bet they couldn't even beat me in a 1v1 on Minecraft." or something like that." you both laughed.

"Good effort but you can't 1v1 on Minecraft there is no fighting on it, Minecraft is-"

"Ah- spare me the nerdy details I hear enough gamer bullshit with my brother. Anyway, what the hell was she thinking setting us up with that pack of losers of the year." She laughs and shakes her head.

"Oh god did you hear the one ranting about all women wanting money." you joined her in her laughing.

"If you're gonna ask me my income you're gonna need to cook and clean blah blah blah go live in the fucking 50s then! Oh, and the one that hounded you when you told him that you're a streamer."

"I bet I could beat you at this! I bet you've never heard of this! Like gag me, literally."

You two started laughing louder at your impressions of the men, they truly were just that pathetic, but to you, every man was.

Being a streamer, you run into your fair share of overly misogynistic incels that hate you just because you like games and have a vagina but in reality they would crumble at your feet if they ever saw you. Hot women that play games make men angry for some reason and you wanted nothing more than to break them down . Beating them after they whine about how you're a terrible and only popular because you're pretty, always made you smile. It was kind of a sick enjoyment you got out of beating them but who care, sweats get no sympathy from you.

Speaking of sweats as you and your best friend were enjoying having a laugh you suddenly heard loud knocking on the door. Your best friend rolled her eyes.

"Ugh What!" she knew exactly who it was.

The bedroom door swung open and in walked your best friends twin brother Yunho. Yunho was also a gamer like you, very tall and handsome but you two have never seen eye to eye. Ever since the day you became friends with BF/N Yunho terrorize you. Calling you names,  embarrassing you in front of guys, making fun of your hair and outfits and just being an all-around bully. Eventually feelings became mutual, and you only put yourself around him to hang out with your friend but other then that you and Yunho couldn’t even have a conversation with out arguing.

“Can you guys shut the fuck up already? I’m trying to play squads with the guys, and they can barely hear me over you two.”

“Yeah, yeah whatever they will live.” Your best friend said while trying to wave her brother off.

You let out another giggle “You guys can barely shoot straight I’m sure we aren’t the reason you guys are losing, y’all just suck.”

You and BF/N started laughing together again as she slapped your shoulder.

“Ohhh Y/N maybe we should invite Yunhos friends over they are actually kinda hot and a few game like you, you’ll really like the really hot one uhm what’s his name- oh San!”

“Ooouuu, he sounds sexy, maybe we should invite them over.”

“As fucking if, my friends would never date a chick like Y/N.” Yunho rolled his eyes.

“And what the hell kinda chick am I Yunho.” You folded your arms and tilted your head ready to pop off at him.

“The kinda chick who can’t keep a guy even if he was locked in her basement because no one wants her ugly ass.”

“Now I’m ugly? Well, who dyed their hair Blonde just to get a girl that ended up fucking everyone BUT you.”

His ears and face turned red in embarrassment.

“Sis, you told her about that?”

“Yuyu, I had too, I wanted her to feel bad so you guys could talk, and you could finally tell her you like her.”

Boy if his face wasn’t red then it sure was red now, he even tried wiping the embarrassment off.

“What !? As if I would like some girl that spends all her time gaming and talking shit online like a fucking loser. I’d never date someone like her!”

“Good cause it’ll never fucking happen, maybe I should do what BF/N said and fuck your friend just to piss you off!” You stood up at this point, who the hell does he think he is calling you a loser.

“Fuck you Y/N!” He yelled before walking out and slamming the door, thank God Yunho and BF/N moved out and into their shared apartment so their parents didn’t hear the argument.

You plopped back down on the bed.

“God what the fuck is his problem? It’s like he hates my guts for no reason.”

“It’s just like I said Y/N, the boy likes you.” She yawned and stood up to change into her sleeping clothes.

“What? BF/N be serious here.”

She finished getting ready for bed and you got up to change into the shorts and shirt you brought with you to spend the night.

“I am being serious; he’s always liked you that’s why he’s mean to you.”

She got up and turned off the lights and got under the covers, you did too, you two faced each other.

“If you don’t believe me, ask him yourself tomorrow, good night, Y/N.”

“…night.”

You two eventually drifted off to sleep but your mind was still racing, did Yunho really like you? Isn’t that “boy is mean to the girl he likes” trope only in moves and poorly written fan fics? (Girl I’m trying my best)

Around 2am you were woken up by Yunho yelling, he was most likely playing the game with his friend, you could hear him faintly saying “Bro get him” and “Fuck” in the next room. You were going to go back to sleep but decided to see if what your friend said was true because it was slowly eating you up. You got up and walked to the room next door and knocked on his door. You could hear him telling his friends he would be back and then he opened the door. He had on random graphic tee and some grey sweatpants; fuck why does it have to be grey sweatpants. His room was nice, the lights were out but the LED strips around his bed still lit up the room.

“Oh, its you, what do you want?”

“Um, well can I talk to you for a second?”

“I mean I guess…” he walked back over to the gaming chair that was stationed in front of his TV and sat back down.

You decided to sit on his bed on the edge facing the TV and there was a brief awkward silence before he broke it.

“You came to my room just to sit here and stare?”

“No…um…”

“Spit it out dude God, what’s your problem why can’t you be normal?”

Even with you trying to talk to him he just pisses you off.

“I heard you got the new street fighter game, lets play it.”

“What ?”

“Yea let play, loser has to do whatever the winner says.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you, no I’m going back to playing with my friends.” He picked up his controller and put his headset back on. You just couldn’t understand why Yunho was so mean to you, what you ever did or why he just woke up and chose to treat you this badly. If what your friend said was true then you needed to find out, tonight! While Yunho continued to play with his friends you took matters into your own hands and snatched his headset and controller.

“What are you-“

“Sorry, Yunho is busy he’ll get back on later.” You said directly into the mic then quit his game mid match.

“Y/N What the fuck is your deal?”

“Shut up.”

He sat quietly while you started up the street fighter game, you tossed him back his controller and grabbed the unoccupied one and turned it on.

“Now like I said, loser has to do what ever the winner says got it?”

“…fine”

“Good.”

You two selected your characters and the match started, 3 rounds, unlimited time. You and Yunho played while making random grunting sounds and shouting one worded taunt but even he couldn’t match up to your acute game skill. The match ended with you as the winner, and you raised your hands in victory.

“That was such BS.”

“Don’t be a sore loser YuYu.”

“Don’t call me that! I’m not a kid any more Y/N.”

“Whatever, since I won you have to do whatever I say now.”

“What do you want me to do.”

“Hmm…for now you have to sit next to me on the bed.” You said in a slightly shaky voice.

He arched his eyebrow but chose not to question it getting up from his gaming chair and sitting next to you on the edge of the bed. Your heart started to beat a bit faster, Yunho has never made you feel this way before but with the thought that he may like you in mind it made you feel a bit shy.

“Earth to Y/N, come on let’s go again.”

“Y-yeah okay let’s play.”

Why was this making you so shy, you aren’t that kind of person especially for Yunho, so why is the thought of him liking you driving you crazy. You had zoned out thinking and didn’t realize you were losing, by the time you snapped out of it you had lost the match.

“I thought you were supposed to be some awesome ass gamer, that was terrible.”

“Shut up! What do you want me to do ?”

“How about you play in just your bra from now on.”

You scoffed because you knew that he was doing this to embarrass you, you knew he just wanted to belittle you. Even if he did like you, he was still an ass, and you were determined to finally put him in his place.

“Fine you want to play it like that, say less.”

You took off your night shirt and Yunho looked back at the TV to get ready to play the next round. Round after round Yunho lost to you because you had to show him who’s the top gamer here. You kept his theme of stripping, and he was left playing in just his underwear, his face was red as a tomato, and he was flustered playing. The next round started, and he pulled the ultimate foul move of gaming, pausing to see the move list.

“Come on YuYu don’t be scared of losing.” You laughed at his embarrassment.

He growled lowly. “Shut up, why are we even doing this anyways?”

“I have my reasoning, so come on and lose like a champ.”

Your eyes focused back on the TV and before he could unpause the game to take his loss, a message from one of his gaming friends came up.

xX_CallMeDaddyMin_Xx: Yo, Yunho did you screw that streamer chick your sister is friends with finally lol.

You both read the message and before you both could react another friend sent another message; you realize it’s coming from the group party chat. You disconnected his mic but forgot to leave the party too.

__bl00dy__San__: Yeah, tell her how you always watch her streams, probs jack off to them to lmaooooo.

Before anymore messages could come through, he turned off the TV.

“Ge-Get out I’m going to bed.”

He was a blushing mess, everyone just kept outing his little secrets today, he got under the covers and covered his face, and you couldn’t help but giggle at him, he was so cute when he was shy, and you hated to admit it. You crawled up next to him, now was your chance to get some revenge.

“Come on YuYu, tell me if what they said was true.” You snaked your hand under the covers slowly, trickling down his leg.

“Leave me alone.”

“Do you watch my streams YuYu?”

“Go the hell away Y/N” he said in a muffled shy voice, you needed to tease him more now, this was your area of expertise. Once again you were used to toxic guys trying to come into your streams to harass you, but you had a love for turning those same yelling dickheads to whimpering messes, it gave you so much power, and to finally have that advantage over the same guy that has bullied you for years. You were going to enjoy this way more then you should, and so was he, you reached up and whispered into his ear.

“Why YuYu? Don’t wanna admit you like to watch me stream even though you hate me.”

Your hands reached his V line, you played with the band of his boxers.

“I-I don’t hate you…”

“Oh really? How do I make you feel then YuYu?”

Your hands dived into his boxers, and you found his semi hard length, you started to rub up and down the shaft slowly to really tease him. One thing you hated to admit about Yunho was that he was packing. You grew up seeing him in all kinds of clothing and sometimes would see the outline, but you’d rather choke then admit he had a big dick but now that you’re feeling it it’s undeniable.

His bit back a small moan at the feel of your fingers on him, his mind was racing, the girl he’s been madly in love with since they were snot nosed was in his bed feeling him up, how could he possibly function.

“….you’re okay I guess.” He continued to hide his face in the covers.

“No, no little baby, I need a better answer then that, or do you just want me to stop and leave.” You stopped moving your hands but didn’t take them out of his underwear.

“No…please don’t stop.”

“Oh, you don’t want me to stop YuYu? Am I making you feel good? Is that why you watch my streams? Because I make you feel good baby.”

He didn’t respond so it was time to push these answers out of him, or more so rub them out of him. You gripped the base of his length and started to slowly pump his dick, he let out a soft moan at the sudden friction and it made your clit jump, you needed more and so did he.

“You…you look nice when you’re gaming.”

“Aww thank you baby but I’m asking you how I make you feel, so tell me that.”

Moving your hands up and down his shaft you directed your attention to his tip, pumping it tightly as precum slowly oozed out of it, you spread it over his tip the more you pumped, you wish he wasn’t so shy so you could watch his pretty pink tip be teased right now.

“Do I turn you on Yuyu? When I watch and degrade those guys on my stream does it make your dick throb? Do you wish I was talking to you?”

He could barely focus, the slow stroking on his length made him dizzy because the sensation was so strong.

“How about you let me see you Yuyu, let me see you fall apart for the girl you claimed to hate all these years.”

You pull the cover back and pull his dick out of his boxers, his dick was red and ready to burst, the tan shaft had pretty veins bulging on it, he had some girth, but the length was something to look at.

“Wow Yuyu your dick is so pretty for an asshole.”

He covers his face and looks away from you, he didn’t know rather he wanted to disappear or cum, your teasing was so sexy, but he didn’t envision the first sexual encounter with you going like this, but he wasn’t mad at it either. You started to pump his dick even more and moved down to it. As you pumped his dick faster, he bit down on his lips hard.

“Don’t hide YuYu let me see what you look like when you cum, is that what you want baby? You want to cum for me like a desperate little slut?”

“…yes…please…”

“Please what baby?” You kept a steady pace as your grip tightened a bit.

“…please let me cum for you Y/N.”

You grinned a bit at his begging.

“Show me Yuyu, show me how you touch your self when you watch my streams.”

He was shy but he was desperate, he sat up and you removed your hand from his needy dick, and he replaced it with his own. He avoided your gaze, his whole face was red, and his eyes were low, he wanted to cum for you so bad it was driving him crazy. He started to pump his sensitive cock, throwing his head back onto the LED lit bedframe, breathy moans coming from his plush M shaped wet lips.

“Ah…Y/N…please watch me cum.” He tightly closed his eyes as he could feel his climax steadily approaching.

You had a lustful yet evil smile on your face.

“Of course, baby I’ll watch you stroke your slutty dick all night if you want me too, but I want to see more baby so don’t cum just yet, okay?”

He opened his eyes, his vision was hazy, his climax was right on the horizon and having him hold it only made it worse.

“Please…please let me cum for you Y/N” his grip on his shaft was firm as he continued to fall apart under you gazes.

“Mm well since you ask so nicely and you’re so desperate, go ahead and cum for me Babyboy.”

His moans were soft but got louder as his strokes became faster until his came. He shot hot ropes of cum from his throbbing cock, he continued to pump as it shot out and landed on his legs. His chest puffed in and out as he held his dick in his hands, he tilted his head on the side of the headrest of the bed. You giggled at his fucked-out state.

“You’re actually so cute YuYu.” You gathered up all the cum that came out onto your fingers, his eyes opened to see what your next step was. You put your now cum covered fingers into your mouth and sucked all of it off as he watched.

“Come on Yuyu, I want to play some more.” You sat on your legs and reached behind you to unclasp your bra, when you removed it Yunhos eyes was glued to your 2 mountains. You took it a step further and removed your shorts and underwear. Yunhos breathing spiked again and his softened rod started to rise once again.

“Do you want to touch me Yuyu? Go ahead and touch me wherever you like.”

He eagerly nodded his head and reached out both hands and gripped both your breast, he started to massage them.

“Ah~ that feels so good, touch me more okay Yunho.”

He brushed his thumbs over your nipples, and you moaned even more, your aching cunt became hot as you threw your head back.

“Ca-can I kiss you?” he shyly asked.

“Of course, baby.”

He didn’t waste another minute and planted a hot kiss on your lips. You’ve had sex with plenty of guys before and kissed lots of them, but this wasn’t like any kiss you’ve ever had, this kiss had dept and meaning to it, however now that you realized it, this whole moment felt so sensual. His touch on your breast gave you goosebumps and his tongue entering your mouth made you want him even more, you never realized just how much your body yearned for Yunho until now. Your tongues were doing an elaborate dance before he disconnected your mouths.

“Y/N…I need to taste you please…” Before you could even respond he pushed you down and got between your legs.

“You’re such an eager little baby, you want to taste my pretty little pussy that bad?”

He once again nodded eagerly, the look in his eyes looked like he wanted to literally eat you. You decided to give him what he is craving, and you spread your legs nice and wide so he could get a nice view, he leaned down and put his face inches away from your soaking cunt, he was so close you could feel the small breaths he was taking.

“It’s so pretty Y/N” Your face got hot at the compliment, one of the rare times he has complimented you and its about your pussy, you felt like melting. He licked one long stripe from your hole to your clit, then flicked his tongue on your nub, your legs flinched to close, and he swiftly brought his hands up to hold your legs open. He was eating your pussy like he was on death row, and this was the last meal he requested. Your back arched and staggered moans started to come from your mouth. He inserted one then two fingers into your hole, your pussy clenched and unclenched repeatedly around them as he sucked your clit like it was a lollipop. Your hands gripped his newly bleach blonde hair.

“You’re doing so good Yuyu, I’m going to cum on your pretty face if you keep going baby.”

“Please Y/N, please cum on my face, I need more of you.”

He hadn’t even entered you yet and he was already pussy drunk, he kept licking your core like his life depended on it. Your hips started to buck and you grinded down on his face, the feeling of his lips wrapped around your clit and his long slender fingers deep inside you, you had reached your limit. You came on his face, your clit throbbed, your hole started to squeeze his finger tightly, you had a firm grip on his hair, and he kept lapping up your juices. Over stimulation started to kick in and it seemed like Yunho had no plans on stopping anytime soon. You tried to push his face away, but he was stronger than you and kept going.

“Yunho! I’m gonna go crazy and wake your sister up, stop!”

He finally released your swollen nub from his lips and took his fingers out of you, he looked up at you with his face covered in your wetness, his eyes looked to pure and sincere yet the entire scene of him still having your legs spread wide was everything but pure.

“I’m sorry…I just need you so bad Y/N…”

“Then hurry up and fuck me Yuyu.”

His eyes gleamed like a kid that just got told he can open his gifts on Christmas eve and not Christmas.

“R-really? Oh my god okay let me grab a condom.” He excitedly got up and walked over to his dresser. He grabbed on condom from the top drawer, and you could swear you saw his invisible golden retriever tail wagging, he was so cute you giggled to yourself. He walked back over as he was tearing open the condom, he fully removed his boxers before getting back between your legs. He rolled the condom all the way down his length and lined himself up with your entrance.

“Are you sure about this Y/N? We don’t have too if you don’t want to.”

You reached up to cup the side of his face and smiled warmly at him.

“I want this Yuyu, please take me, I need you just as much as you need me right now.”

He leaned down to kiss you deeply and inserted the tip into you. You winced as your pussy began to stretch around his dick. He kept the slower pace as you moaned into his mouth, his length just kept coming, it felt like it was never ending. Once he bottomed out in you, he stopped the kiss.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m okay baby, I promise.”

He stroked into you once. Twice. Three times. Then stopped deep in you and closed his eyes tightly as he held his position inside of you.

“What’s wrong? I told you I’m okay, you can keep going.”

“I-I know but- I’m not” a rosy blush covered his high cheeks bones yet again and that’s when you put two and two together.

“Yuyu did you…did you cum?”

“…yeah”

He pulled out of you and the condom was filled with his cum, he took the condom off in embarrassment and tossed it into his bedside trash You wanted so badly to tease him, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it, instead you reached your arms out to invite him in for a hug and he gladly accepted it. He dropped down on your body, and you hugged him tightly, even though he just came his dick was still hard as rock.

“Are you still horny Yuyu?”

“Yea but that was my last condom.”

“So, you are a little slut huh?”

“Not now Y/N” he was still sad that he couldn’t fully experience his first-time having sex with you the way that he wanted too.

“…Are you clean?”

“Of course, what kinda question is that?”

“…well, I am too.”

“What are you saying right now Y/N?” He leaned up to make sure he was understanding exactly what you were saying, and he wasn’t just hearing what he wanted to hear.

“I’m saying…if you want to keep going without a condom…we can…I trust you.”

That was all Yunho had to hear, he leaned back down onto you, and you hugged him again, he reached down and lined himself back up into your entrance and slid his dick back into you. His ear was right by your mouth as you let out a throaty moan, he wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you tightly, pumping into your pussy slowly and deeply. You gripped both his shoulders and drip your nails into them.

“You feel so good inside me Yuyu it’s so deep.”

He started to pump into you deeply, his tip hitting your spot like it was a drum as he drilled into you. He groaned as the over stimulation and his soon approaching climax was rushing forward.

“I’m about to cum Y/N please cum with me.”

You dragged your nails up and down his back leaving red streaks up and down his back as he stroked deeply into you. You started to see stars; you tried your best to moan quietly but you couldn’t the feeling was too amazing. In perfect sync you two came together, you could feel the hot liquid deep inside you, thank God you were on birth control or you’d for sure be good as pregnant.

He still held you tightly and gave no signs of letting go, his dick softened inside of you.

“Yunho pull out so I can wipe up.”

“I want to stay in you forever Y/N, I love you so much.”

You couldn’t help but smile when he said that.

“I’m so sorry I’ve been so awful to you, it’s not an excuse but you drive me so crazy, and hearing about that stupid group date my sister dragged you too pissed me off so bad. I want to be the only one taking you out, I want to be the only one seeing you like this…” He kept going, just spilling out all these feelings he had held in for years, you felt like your heart was going to explode. As he was still talking, you pulled him into a kiss.

“I like you too loser.” You kissed him again and he slid out of you, you could feel everything seeping out of you, he reached over to his bed side table and grab a few of the tissues that were in the tissue box. He carefully wiped out your overstuffed pussy and threw the tissues away. He pulled the cover over you both and brought you in too cuddle.

“Yunho, I have to sneak back into your sisters’ room before she wakes up.”

The door swung open, and your best friend stood in the door frame with dark circles under her eyes.

“Too fucking late for that, I’m glad you two worked out your feelings for each other but next time do it quietly and when I’m not fucking home.” She slammed the door as she left, and you and Yunho just laid their giggling with each other.

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Problematic dress

Ace x reader (she/her)

the reader is wearing a dress and heels. If you'd rather not read that, feel free to skip this chapter—you won't miss out on the main story

Chapter 8 of And they were roommates - Modern AU series

You came home from a girls' night out. It was a nice break from the daily routine, filled with inside jokes, the sound of clinking glasses, and conversations that reminded you how much you missed their company.

You were wearing a new dress you had picked up during the last shopping spree with Nami, and it made you feel great. The colors flattered your skin, and every time you caught a glimpse of yourself, you couldn't help but smile. High heels completed the look, elevating not just your stature, but also your confidence.

As you stepped inside your shared apartment, a wave of calmness washed over you. The place was quiet, except for the faint sounds coming from the television. You figured Ace was still lounging in the living room, probably engrossed in whatever show had captured his attention. You set your things down with a soft thud and walked over to the couch, eager to share the excitement of your night.

Ace looked up from the TV, and the moment his eyes fell on you, they widened in disbelief. His gaze traveled over your outfit, taking in every detail as if trying to memorize the image before him.

“Hey,” you greeted casually, unable to suppress the smile that tugged at your lips.

Ace, still trying to process your appearance, couldn't help but keep on staring. "Wow, you look... nice... really nice," he said finally, his voice thick with admiration, the words coming out a little slower than he had intended

“Thanks,” you replied, a warmth creeping up your cheeks. You glanced down at your outfit, self-conscious yet pleased under his gaze. “Had a girls' night out, so I decided to dress up a bit.” You slid onto the couch beside him, leaning back comfortably as you kicked off your heels, stretching your toes in relief.

“I see,” he said, his eyes still lingering on you. “You went all out.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t get to dress up that often,” you shrugged, letting out a soft laugh. “So when I do, I like to make the most of it.”

Ace was silently admiring how casually you were sitting there, looking like a vision, yet acting as if it was nothing special.

"You definitely did," he said, finally managing to tear his eyes away from you. "So, how was the girls' night out?"

You started telling Ace about your evening, as it had become a regular thing for the two of you to share the highlights of your day. You shared a few funny anecdotes, your enthusiasm spilling over as you animatedly described the moments that made the night so memorable. Ace listened closely, leaning in, his features softly illuminated by the glow of the TV. 

All the while, he couldn’t help but steal occasional glances at you, unable to shake the way you looked—effortlessly stunning, yet completely at ease. He found himself captivated, his mind occasionally drifting away from the conversation as he pondered your beauty.

As the evening wore on, though, the fatigue you’d been holding at bay started to settle in. You stretched, your arms reaching above your head in a yawn, feeling the weight of the day’s energy slowly slip away.

“Well, I should probably head to bed,” you said, smoothing down your dress as you stood up. “It’s getting late, and I’m pretty tired.”

“Yeah, it’s definitely getting late,” Ace agreed, his eyes following you as you moved. He swallowed hard, trying to focus on the mundane details of your conversation rather than the way your dress accentuated your figure with every shift of your body.

As you made your way down the hallway, Ace's gaze lingered on your bare legs. It was a sight that sent his mind racing. Clearing his throat, he called out, “Good night!”

“Goodnight!” you replied over your shoulder, your voice light and carefree as you disappeared into your room. 

Ace was left in the living room, still trying to shake the image of you in that dress from his mind.

“Get it together,” he muttered under his breath, running a hand through his hair in frustration. He struggled to concentrate on the show playing on the TV, attempting to forget the way your body had looked in that damn dress. But the more he tried to ignore it, the more vivid the image in his mind became. A small smile played on his lips as he remembered the sparkle in your eyes, the way you lit up when talking about your night out. Maybe it wasn’t just about the dress.

It was ridiculous; you were just roommates, just friends. He shouldn’t feel this way. But he did.  He couldn’t ignore the way his heart would race whenever you were near—that flutter in his chest when you smiled at him or laughed at one of his ridiculous jokes.  It wasn’t supposed to be this complicated. But every little thing you did seemed to make it more real, more difficult to ignore.

A few minutes later, the sound of your door opening caught his attention. He looked over to see you emerging back into the living room, still wearing the dress from earlier. However, something was different about you now; you looked slightly flustered and a bit awkward.

“Everything okay?” he asked, his voice laced with genuine worry, as he noted the slight fidget in your hands.

You walked over to the couch, the embarrassed expression on your face making his heart race in a different way. “I just... I can’t get the damn zipper in the back of this dress undone. I think it’s stuck,” you said, grimacing slightly as you turned to show him the problem area. “Can you help me?”

For a split second, his mind went blank. His eyes widened at your words, the sight of you in the dress sent a rush of heat through him again. But he tried to keep his composure, nodding quickly. "Uh, yeah, no problem," he said, forcing his voice to remain steady, but he could feel his pulse quicken.

He stood up, moving behind you, and as he positioned himself close, he felt a thrill of adrenaline course through him. Your bare back was just inches away from his hands, the softness of your skin a tantalizing temptation, and he swallowed hard, trying to focus on the zipper rather than the proximity that was suddenly too intimate. His hands itched to reach for the zipper, but he wasn’t sure how to do this without making things even more awkward. Still, he couldn’t deny that a part of him was glad you asked him for help—though that same part was also scrambling to figure out how to handle this moment without completely losing his cool. 

Carefully, he tugged at the zipper, testing it gently, his fingers brushing against the fabric as he searched for a way to free it from the grip of the material.

"It's really stuck," he said, his voice strained as he tried not to touch your skin.

"Yeah, I know," you grumbled, shifting slightly. "I've been trying for like ten minutes."

He could see the muscles in your back tense and shift beneath your skin as you adjusted your stance. The warmth radiating from your body was intoxicating, and he gritted his teeth, forcing himself to concentrate on the zipper. He gave it a more forceful tug, his heart pounding in his chest.

 “Just give me a second,” he said as he focused on the task at hand. After several attempts, the zipper finally gave way, sliding down your back slowly. As he pulled it down, the fabric separated, revealing more of your skin and the delicate clasp of your bra strap. His fingers involuntarily brushed against your skin as he finished pulling down the zipper, sending a shock wave of heat through both of you.

Ace stepped back, clearing his throat awkwardly, as he tried to appear nonchalant. “There you go,” he said, his voice husky. “All unstuck.”

You turned to face him, your cheeks burning and a small, shy smile dancing on your lips. “Thanks,” you said, your voice soft. “I was starting to think I’d be stuck in this thing forever.”

He swallowed hard, his mind racing with inappropriate thoughts, and the realization of how close you had been sent a shiver down his spine. "No problem," he managed, trying to suppress the way his body was reacting to you. "Just glad I could help."

There was a moment of silence between you two as you looked into each other eyes for what felt like an eternity. Finally, you broke the silence, “Well, um, I should probably get changed.”

“Yeah,” Ace said quickly, forcing himself to turn away, his heart racing at the thought of you leaving the room, “I should... get back to watching TV.”

With a final, deep breath, you turned and headed back toward your room, the open back of your dress giving him one last tantalizing glimpse of your skin before you disappeared behind the door.

He settled back onto the couch, a simultaneous feeling of relief and disappointment flooding through him. Relief that you were no longer standing so close, looking so alluring, but disappointment that the moment had slipped away.

The encounter replayed in his mind, each moment more vivid than the last. The way your skin felt under his fingertips, the heat of your body so close to his, the look on your face when he had freed you from the confines of the dress—it was all too much.

He wondered if you felt it too—the spark that had ignited between you, the tension that had transformed a simple favor into something charged and heavy. Did you even realize the effect you had on him? He sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. It was ridiculous.

Ace exhaled again, this time more deeply, as if trying to rid himself of the heat rising within him. He closed his eyes, picturing your face—the way you had smiled at him earlier, the glint of mischief in your eyes when you talked about your night out. It struck him how much he valued that smile, how it had become a beacon in his life, lighting up the mundane moments and brightening the darkest days.

The thought settled heavily on his heart, making him ache for something more, something that felt dangerously close yet terrifyingly out of reach. He opened his eyes, resolving that he had to address this tension, to confront the reality of his feelings instead of letting them fester into something more confusing.

But as the quiet of the apartment enveloped him once again, Ace felt the weight of his decision pressing down. How could he find the words to articulate what he was feeling? How could he risk the comfortable living situation you had shared?

And so he sat there, wrestling with his emotions, caught in the grip of uncertainty, hoping that somehow, someday, he would find a way to bridge the gap between friendship and something more—but he was not brave enough to do so yet.

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Can't Fix Fix A Broken Heart, Chapter 25

18+ MDNI

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Tate has devised a plan to get a Girls Trip™ for the two of you, you just need to execute it to perfection.

I definitely don’t dream about having Ace snuggling me when I’m on my period. Like a living weighted blanket who would say sweet things into my ear. That is definitely not a wish of mine and complete self-indulgence.

~

This is the set up for the divergent endings. The good ending will be first, the bad ending will be last.

The next morning, you knocked on the door to the women’s quarters, holding your sketches under your arm. You knew you didn’t need to knock, it had been your living space too at some point. But it didn’t feel right to barge in unannounced. A very hungover looking Heidi cracked open the door and smiled weakly at you.

“What’s up?” she rasped at you. Evidently, more nurses than just Tate had a wild night. 

“Is Tate up? I was hoping to get a few minutes with her before work.” You had all your ideas with you, you were ready to show her some and see which ones she liked.

“Yeah, gimme a sec,” Heidi replied, opening the door all the way. “Tate!” she yelled. There was a chorus of ‘shhhhh’ that rang out among the darkened room. Tate shuffled up to the door, looking worse for the wear. You smirked at her.

“How’re you feeling?” you asked with a bright smile. She glared at you, but without malice. “C’mon, I’ll make you my hangover cure. Chug it and we’ll chat after that.” Tate blinked slowly, but shuffled out the door and put her arm in yours. The two of you walked silently down the halls together, ending in the kitchen. Just like with Ace, you sat her down while you made your drink of lemon, honey, vinegar, chili peppers, seltzer, and a little dash of secret ingredient. Tate emphatically frowned when you handed it to her, but shrugged. 

“Can’t be worse than whatever I drank last night,” she lamented. “Bottoms up,” she said, chugging the drink. You handed her the water right after, which she sipped. “So, I remember some of what we talked about last night. Did you say that you finished the sketches?” 

You grinned at her, putting the drawings in front of her. “I did, we can go over them together and see what you like and what we need to change.” You spread them out, showing her your ideas. “Basically, these are mix and match pieces in a few colors. You can pair any of the tops with any of the bottoms for a good outfit. I even included skirts of various lengths in case you…miss…the mini skirts,” you finished with a wink. “I thought darker fabrics would be better in the case of bodily fluids. Teal and periwinkle tend to be universally flattering, no matter your skin tone, but black or gray are also good choices. In terms of fabric, cotton would be a good choice but we’ll have to go to a fabric store and find some samples…” You went on about dye lots, fabric blends, and clothing cuts, explaining everything in detail to Tate. She nodded along, looking through the sketches. 

“So, what do you think? What can we change to suit your needs better?” you asked the now revived nurse. 

“Absolutely nothing. These are incredible! I love the long pants, it’s so annoying to wash other people’s blood off the tops of your thighs.” She was looking over the drafts intensely, making notes with a pencil she had. “I have nothing to add other than you’re a genius. Let’s get off the boat at the next large island and get some samples. Make a whole day of it,” she said, putting her hand over yours and smiling kindly. You smiled back, but were unsure. You had a feeling it would take a lot of convincing for Marco to let you off the ship. “I’ll work on Marco,” Tate said as if reading your mind, “I have a plan.”

You felt lighter after your brief meeting with Tate. She had to go back to the infirmary for work and you had to go to breakfast. While you ate, Thatch was pretending to be upset with you because he found out that Ace had joined you and Marco for the night. You could tell he wasn’t actually upset but you still felt like you had to walk on eggshells.

“But we did that too, remember?” you reminded Thatch. “Ace came in once when you were brushing my hair for me?” You were seated on Thatch’s lap, like always, eating whatever he was serving you. And, like always, it was delicious. 

“ Mija, of course I remember, Ace snores like a train and burns hotter than the sun when he’s dreaming of you,” Thatch scoffed. He speared another forkful of eggs and brought it to your mouth. You opened without thinking and chewed the gooey, cheesy dish. “Look mami , you ate it all, I’m so proud of you!” Thatch kissed the top of your head. Recently you noticed you gained some weight, your clothes were fitting differently. You felt physically well, better than you had in a long time. You couldn’t say the same for your emotional well being, but at least some part of you was healing. 

“Thanks to you,” you said, giving Thatch a kiss on the cheek. He really was a good chef, and you were in a good mood from your conversation with Tate that morning. 

“Someone’s feeling well,” Thatch commented. You hummed, you didn’t want to reveal your plans with Tate yet. It would take a lot of convincing but you thought she figured out a way to get off the ship together for a day. Thatch kissed you again, this time on your mouth, and set you down. You went off to work, feeling energized and ready to take on the day. 

Until later that morning. 

You felt a long gone but familiar sensation of cramping in your lower stomach. One of the only upsides to being starved half to death was that you lost your period for a long time. Obviously, it was a sign of incredibly poor health, but you liked to look on the bright side of things. You always had terrible cramps when you had your period, and it looked like this time would be no exception. You put your hand on your lower stomach, you needed to talk to the nurses quickly. You apologized to Blenheim, promising to fix his scabbard later in the day. You scurried off to the infirmary, hoping to avoid Marco.

Logically, you knew Marco was a doctor and had studied the female reproductive system. But you still felt much more comfortable talking to other women about menstruation than men. You slunk into the clinic, quickly ducking into one of the unoccupied examination rooms. Peeking through the cracked door, you waited until you saw a lurid pink miniskirt pass by the door. You darted out, scaring Bethany, who dropped her clipboard.

“You can’t just pop out at people like that!” she scolded you. 

“Sorry,” you replied sheepishly. “I need pads and tampons, can I use the ones in the women’s bathroom here?” you whispered. There weren’t many women’s restrooms on the ship, you only knew of the ones in the infirmary and connected to the women’s quarters.

“Sure, they’re communal. You don’t need to ask,” Bethany replied at full volume. You hoped Marco wasn’t listening in.

“Thanks, see you later.” You sped off to the women’s bathroom in the infirmary, grabbing what you needed. You were still wearing a stupid dress, but you swiped some underwear from the clean patient laundry. They were too big, but it was better than nothing. If Marco was mad, well, he could solve the problem himself. Leaving the bathroom, you jumped as you saw the very man you were trying to avoid leaning against the opposing wall. Served you right for surprising Bethany, you supposed.

“Everything alright?” Marco asked, assessing you with his eyes. He was in doctor mode, which made you feel more comfortable. You knew what to expect when he was like this, he was professional, detached, and had good bedside manner.

“Oh, um, yeah. I just got um, my…period.” Marco smiled kindly at you.

“Congratulations yoi. It’s a sign of recovery. However, the first menstruation after extensive amenorrhea is often quite painful. I recommend you go lay down, rest and relax.” Even though it was phrased as a clinical recommendation, you knew it was an order. 

“Ok Marco. Where should I go? I don’t want to ruin any-” Marco waved off your concerns.

“We’re all adults here, no one is upset by the human body. Ace cleaned his room, would you like to go there?” You tried to hide your disgust when you thought about Ace’s room and the last time you’d seen it. Marco laughed.

“I understand your hesitation yoi, but I checked it myself. It’s clean and always the perfect temperature. Go there. I’ll give you some medicine to take with you.” Marco left to rummage in a nearby cart, grabbing a bottle of low grade pain killers. “Take two, and drink some water. I’ll have Ace check on you in an hour or two.” Marco kissed you on your head, turned you around by your shoulders and sent you off with a little push. You didn’t feel that bad, you’d been having your period for many years. Going to lay down preemptively was overkill, you thought, but you weren’t going to disagree with Marco.

An hour later and you were glad Marco had sent you to lay down. You remembered having cramps, of course, but nothing like this. You were curled up on Ace’s freshly made bed, writhing in pain. After the first wave of cramps, you’d taken the pain killers, but they weren’t getting close to helping with the pain. Marco had stopped by briefly, bringing you tea, a hot water bottle, and tucking you under the covers. You asked him to heal you but he said there wasn’t anything wrong with you, that it was excess uterine lining being shed normally. There was nothing to heal, so his flames wouldn’t do anything. He had a busy day and couldn’t stay long but promised to send Ace up. 

In between pains so intense you thought your stomach was being sliced in half, you took a look around Ace’s room. It was so much better than the first time you’d been in the room. He had cleaned out all the food, all the old papers, and done his laundry. Marco was right, it was warm and cozy. You weren’t sure if it was the room itself or if it was somehow the residual effects of his Mera Mera, but you didn’t care. You tried closing your eyes and falling asleep but the closest you could get was dozing in and out of consciousness. 

Creaking, the door opened, and you heard Ace ending a conversation. You kept your back turned to the door and pretended to be asleep in case he could see you.

“ - don’t think she likes it, not like I do…” Ace sounded doubtful about whatever it was. 

“Remember how you were when you joined yoi? All anger and fury? And now look at us,” you could tell he was speaking with Marco. “Give it some time, it will be everything you ever wanted. Family and love, happiness and a place where you belong, all here with us. Here, give her these,” Ace hummed, and it sounded like they kissed. Footsteps told you Marco left, and Ace opened the door, holding a few bottles of pills. He spotted you on his bed and kicked off his shoes, putting the bottles on his desk. You really wanted to ask him about what they were talking about but didn’t have the courage to admit you were listening in to their private conversation. 

“Poor baby,” he said, as you heard him taking off his pants and knife.

“S’ok,” you replied, stretching a little. Ace got into the bed with you, crawling behind you. You whined, you didn’t want to be manhandled right now. You saw Marco had given Ace a bottle of vitamins and another of anti-nausea medication for you. You'd take them later, you couldn't move right now.

“Shhhh. S’gonna be alright.” Ace curled up behind you, spooning you. He moved your hands away from your lower stomach and replaced them with his own. You felt the gentle warmth of his Mera Mera heating you. You mewled and scooted backwards, snuggling into him. Ace buried his face in your neck and held you closer. He let you relax and drift to sleep, holding you tightly in his arms. 

It was a challenging few days for you. Your period was lighter than it normally was, but extremely painful. You didn’t leave Ace’s room much, spending your time reading and thinking about your reply letter to Vista’s brothers. Thatch, Ace, and Marco all visited as they could, with Ace staying with you at night. They were actually…sweet. You wished they were always this way, then you’d have no doubts about staying on the ship with them. Thatch brought you desserts and savory food in equal measure and gave you massages when your muscles were tight. He didn’t make you sit on his lap but let you eat by yourself in Ace’s bed. He tried to hand feed you, but sulkily accepted when you declined. Marco brought you medicine, tea, pads, and more books from his collection. He made sure you were physically comfortable, bringing loose pants, extra blankets and pillows. Ace, of course, warmed you up and snuggled with you until you thought you would merge together on an atomic level. You were thankful he let you hole up in his room.

“Sorry, I know it can’t be easy having me in here all the time,” you said to Ace on the third day. You were laying in bed together, limbs entangled, facing each other. Ace was still dozing after the night you’d spent in each other’s arms. You were brushing his freckles lightly with your fingertips. You were feeling better, you’d be out of his room by the afternoon, you thought.

“S’great. Wish’is all the time,” Ace mumbled. “Would lock you in here’f I could,” he continued, putting his chin on the top of your head. You sighed because you knew that when you got up, you would be back to your previous life of rules and punishments from the three Commanders. You nuzzled deeper into Ace’s arms, keeping the real world at bay for just a few hours longer.

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A few days later, you needed to find Ace once more. You and Tate thought you had figured out a way to finagle a girl’s day out of the Commanders. The two of you wanted to stop at the next big island, coming up in about a week. It was close to the calm belt, but you’d actually been to the island years prior. It was known for its large textile factory and incredible fabric inventory. You’d done a few fashion shows there, maybe you could use some of your previous fame to get a discount on fabrics, or at least try to. It also had a day spa that was known for its wet saunas and hot tubs. You really wanted to go with Tate and enjoy a relaxing girls trip. Tate’s plan would require you to be crafty and a little conniving, but it would be worth it if it worked out. 

Ace was going to go on a mission later that morning, you needed to find him quickly. He was still inhaling food in the mess hall after you’d eaten breakfast. You waited for him outside the mess hall, wanting to speak to him in private. When he left, you grabbed him by the arm and pulled him aside. You looked up at him with hope in your eyes.

“Ace, can I get off the ship with Tate at the next island? They have a fabric store I want to go to. Please?” You weren’t sure this would work, but you really wanted to go to the fabric store in person. 

“Ah, I don’t think so. You’ll have to ask -” you stopped Ace from talking by pulling him down by his hat string to kiss him. You kissed him deeply, holding him at the back of his neck. All that time you’d spent with him in bed had you feeling connected to him, and you hoped the reverse was true as well.

“Please?” you asked again in a pleading tone. Ace smiled at you, disarmed by the forward display of affection.

“I know you’re trying to manipulate me, but I have to say, it’s working. OK, as long as someone’s with you. Ask Thatch or Marco, though, just to be sure. I’ll be gone by the time the Moby’s docking at the next island, and I’m not sure when I’ll be back.” 

“Thank you Ace! Thank you, thank you” you kissed his cheeks every time you thanked him, making Ace smile even wider.

“You should ask me for favors more often, I like the way this is going.” Ace husked. He pulled you against him, you could feel his growing erection through his shorts. You rubbed up against him a little bit, teasing him.

“Let’s finish this in a bit, I need to go eat breakfast and Thatch doesn’t like when I’m late,” you replied. One last kiss to Ace and you were on your way. The first part of your plan had been a success.

Next, you waited until it was lunchtime. You were extra good for Thatch, complimenting his cooking and allowing him to feed you without complaint. You finished about two thirds of your food before you started talking to him about the island.

“Thatch, I have a favor I want to ask you,” you began, eyes wide.

“If I can grant it, I will mami. What do you need?” Thatch rubbed your palm with his thumb.

“Can I get off the ship with Tate at the next island? There’s a fabric store I want to go to for the new nurses’ uniforms.” You looked at Thatch hopefully.

“Ah. No, I don’t think so. I don’t want -”

“But Ace already said yes, I was so excited,” you said while making yourself cry. Tears fell down your face and you twisted the knife in Thatch’s heart. “I t-told Tate we could g-go, and I was going to invite y-you -” Thatch frowned and rubbed away the tears from your cheeks.

“ Querida, if it’s that important to you, I’ll talk to Marco. We can try to make it work. I’m not sure it will happen, but we’ll try.” You smiled, stopping the tears.

“Thank you Thatch! Thank you, thank you, thank you.” Just like with Ace, you kissed him with every thank you. 

“ Mija it’s not a guarantee, you understand that, right? I don’t want you to be upset if it doesn’t work out in the end,” Thatch said, still stroking your cheek. You gave him a genuine smile - you knew he would try his hardest to let you off the ship. He would go and talk to Marco on your behalf and try to convince the Phoenix into letting you off the ship. Marco would be the toughest of the three, but you thought between you, Thatch, and Tate it would be possible to convince him. You exchanged a few more kisses, thanking him, until he had to leave to prepare lunch for the crew. Part two of Tate’s plan had worked. 

Marco found you in the afternoon as you were on the deck leaning against the main mast, relaxing. You were still taking it easy but the little work you’d been doing had tired you out. How did the crew break so many toilets?

“So I hear you want to have an excursion on the next island,” Marco began, standing over you. He seemed to be in a good mood, or at least hadn’t outright denied you. His half open eyes showed some amusement, which was a good start.

“There’s a textile store that I want to go to with Tate. To get samples for the nurses’s uniforms. I haven’t been off the ship yet.” You tried to keep yourself from rambling but it was always hard for you to keep your cool around Marco.

Marco hummed. “And it has nothing to do with the spa on the island yoi?” You looked up at Marco with wide eyes. He still seemed amused, he wasn’t mad with you yet. He squished your cheeks gently between his thumb and index finger, the corners of his lips quirked up into a cold smile.

“Tate asked me about the store and the spa. And Thatch also came to talk to me about it. You’ve been working everyone to get off the ship yoi.” You swallowed dryly, you felt caught. “You’ve been a good Doveling lately yoi. Had a hard time this week. I’ll allow it with the understanding that one of us will be with you at all times.” He squished your face with a little more force. “We wouldn’t want you to get lost or hurt. We’re always looking out for you, you know that, don’t you Doveling?” 

You nodded. “Yes, Marco. Thank you Marco.” you replied. Even though Marco had said he allowed it, you felt the lingering threat behind his words. He’d be watching your every move and if anything went wrong on this trip, you didn’t think you’d ever be let off the ship again. 

“You can show your appreciation to me later tonight yoi,” Marco said, moving his hand from your face to your hair, pulling it gently. You were forced to tip your face up even higher. “It’s quite lenient of me, don’t you think?” 

“Yes, Marco. Thank you, Marco.” You shivered thinking about what Marco would want in exchange for allowing you off the ship for a day. He kissed your mouth briefly and released his hand from your hair. 

“Stay here and relax a little longer. You look like you need it yoi.” You agreed. It felt like you’d have to pay for your time off the ship with a pound of flesh. And you knew they would be collecting. 

[soaplickerrr]

Stray Love

~ Bonding ~

Chapter #5 (this is a filler chapter lololilol)

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Warnings ~ Fem Reader.

This is short, all chapters will be short, and the story will overall be short. I'm trying to get used to writing again.

Proofread by @hereforthedrinkss

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The next few days passed in a blur, filled with excitement and anticipation. You and Hyunjin texted non-stop, your conversations becoming more frequent and intimate. You shared stories, jokes, and even mundane details about your days. It felt like you were getting to know him on a deeper level, and each text made you smile wider.

Finally, payday arrived. You had been eagerly waiting for this moment, saving every penny to afford the upcoming Stray Kids concert. The moment you saw the notification that your salary had been deposited, you rushed to the ticketing website. Your heart raced as you entered your payment details, and a wave of relief washed over you when the confirmation email popped up on your screen. You had your ticket.

You couldn’t wait to tell Hyunjin the news. Grinning, you quickly typed out a message:

-Guess who got paid! Just bought a ticket for the upcoming concert. But tell your company to chill with these prices, it’s like they don’t want us poor people to be happy 😞😞

His reply came almost instantly.

-YOU BOUGHT TICKETS??? You could’ve easily got them for free. FROM ME😡😡

You chuckled at his dramatic reaction and responded just as quickly,

-No, I don’t want to abuse my powers of being close to you. That’s called ‘Using people’ and I don’t do that 😤

Hyunjin was persistent, as always.

-YOU WOULDN'T BE USING ME BECAUSE I’M THE ONE THAT WANTS TO GIVE IT TO YOU. Whatever, at least I’ll get to see your pretty face at the concert. ANSWER MY CALL!!

A video call notification popped up on your screen. With a flutter of excitement, you answered. Hyunjin’s face appeared, his expression warm and happy.

“Hey!” he greeted, his voice soft and full of affection. “I can’t believe you bought the ticket. You’re really something else, you know that?”

You laughed. “Well, I couldn’t miss the chance to see you guys perform live. Plus, I wanted to surprise you.”

The conversation flowed effortlessly. You talked about the concert, your excitement evident in every word. You discussed potential outfits, each trying to outdo the other with creative ideas. The hours flew by, and before you knew it, night had fallen.

Both of you had your phones plugged in, and you continued talking until your eyes grew heavy. The sound of Hyunjin’s voice was comforting, and you found yourself slowly drifting off to sleep. Your phones were propped up on your dressers, ensuring that if either of you woke up earlier than the other, you could see each other sleeping.

Morning came with a jolt. You woke to the sound of chaos from Hyunjin’s end. Han, Seungmin, and Felix had burst into his room, determined to wake him up in the most obnoxious way possible. Han was jumping on the bed, Felix was making bizarre noises with his mouth, and Seungmin was hitting Hyunjin’s face with a pillow.

You watched the scene unfold, unable to contain your laughter. You quickly screen recorded the hilarious wake-up call, wanting to keep the memory forever. Your amusement, however, was cut short when Han grabbed Hyunjin’s phone.

“Guys, look!” Han called out, waving the phone around.

Felix and Seungmin crowded around, their eyes widening when they saw you on the screen. Realizing what was happening, you quickly hung up, your heart racing.

Hyunjin, still half-asleep, groaned. “What the hell are Seungmin and Felix doing here? This isn’t their dorm.”

Seungmin and Felix ignored his question, their attention fixed on him. “Who was the girl on the phone?” Seungmin demanded, a mischievous glint in his eye.

Han, always the instigator, cheekily added, “Yeah, Hyunjin. Who’s the girl? You’ve brought her to the dorm before, right? And didn’t Chan say she’s the girl from the coffee shop you keep going to?”

Hyunjin rubbed his eyes, trying to wake up fully. “Yeah, that’s her,” he admitted, his voice groggy but affectionate. “We’ve been talking a lot lately.”

Felix grinned. “Talking, huh? Is that all?”

Hyunjin rolled his eyes but smiled. “Yes, talking. And maybe a bit more. But seriously, leave her alone, okay? She’s special to me.”

The trio continued to tease him throughout the day, following him around and bombarding him with questions. Despite the relentless ribbing, Hyunjin’s thoughts remained on you and the upcoming concert. He couldn’t wait to see you there, amidst the energy and excitement of the crowd.

As night fell, the boys finally relented. Hyunjin retreated to his room, exhausted but happy. He picked up his phone and sent you a quick text: “Can’t wait to see you at the concert. It’s going to be amazing.”

Your reply came moments later: “I can’t wait either. It’s going to be unforgettable.”

Hyunjin smiled to himself, feeling a warmth spread through his chest. The concert was just around the corner, and with you there, it was sure to be an experience he would cherish forever.

THIS IS SHORTTTTTTT~~~

AND BADDDDDD~~~~

BECAUSE ITS ONLY A FILLER CHAPTERRR~~~~~

[sun-and-moon-mushroom]

Day 14: Blood-Stained Tiles

AO3 link

(I call this one: ‘My New Roommate is an Immortal Cultivator?!’)

Shen Yuan had been looking forward to the convention. He had brought tickets months ago, marked out on the map where all his favourite fanartists would be selling merch, and had eaten a large meal before setting out so he wouldn’t be tempted by overpriced vending machine food. He had wandered through the stands for a few hours, picking up some posters and fancomics as he went, and taking some photos of cosplayers, until the convention came to a close. There was a lot more Proud Immortal Demon Way fanart going around now — with the sudden surge it had in popularity after the Immortal Alliance Conference arc, it was to be expected, and Shen Yuan was looking forward to the new readers catching up to the latest chapters of the Abyss arc and making fanart for it.

He had just left the building when he heard the disturbance, and his head twisted towards the sound — almost missing the woman in a somewhat revealing outfit running past him in a panic. Freezing for a moment, he wondered if he should run as well, before he spotted a body slumped on the ground ahead of him, not moving. It was late and the area was usually a quiet one after work hours, so no one else was around to help… He rushed over to him without really thinking. Wasn’t that what you were meant to do? Well, if he died, at least he might get a segment on the local news.

The slumped over figure turned out to be a man, one wearing an ornate xianxia cosplay. It had to be homemade with the level of detail, and Shen Yuan felt oddly jealous of it. What was more concerning was the bloodstain quickly spreading across the fine green fabric, some of it dripping down onto the stone tiles of the path beneath them. Shen Yuan fought back the panic as he tried to remember what little he knew about first aid — he should apply pressure to the wound to try and stop the bleeding, right?

As he pressed down the man seemed to notice him for the first time — he really had a handsome face, and Shen Yuan wondered if he was an actor he didn’t know — only to try and push him away.

“Who are you?” he asked with an odd intensity.

“Um” said Shen Yuan. “My name is Shen Yuan. Did you get stabbed?”

The man nodded solemnly — really, if he wasn’t an actor already, Shen Yuan would volunteer to be his agent — before explaining that he’d seen a man harassing a woman about her clothing, and had stepped in to help, only to discover that the man was armed with a knife. He hadn’t reacted fast enough to avoid it, but luckily the man had run away after the first stab.

Shen Yuan felt that he was being a bit too casual about attempted murder, but maybe it was shock?

“Do you need me to call an ambulance? You’re bleeding a lot, it’ll probably need stitches…”

“Oh no,” said the man, seemingly unaware of the bombshell he was about to drop on Shen Yuan, “I’m a cultivator. Whatever brought me here might have disrupted my qi, but I’ll be fine once I have a chance to stabilise it”.

Shen Yuan froze. Could this be — no, he needed evidence first.

“… if you’re a cultivator, can you show me something that only a cultivator could do?”

The man — Shen Yuan suddenly realised he never asked his name — smiled, something like approval in his eyes, although Shen Yuan couldn’t guess why, and lifted up his hand — only for some of the leaves on the hedge lining the pathway to snap off, dancing around them in a flurry of green. Shen Yuan could barely bring himself to speak — this was really… an actual reverse transmigrator! Right before him!

“I just realised I never asked… what’s your name?”

The cultivator — a real life cultivator! — paused for a moment before introducing himself.

“My name is Shen Jiu.”

(Note: if you think SJ is being too nice here — he currently thinks SY is a girl because he’s a self-described pretty boy and SJ doesn’t know the cultural standards of this new world yet. Also the blood loss).

[depression-c0re]

current!sami yaffa x Michael Monroe’s daughter headcannons also nsfw and big age gap

(I’m sick of waiting for someone to read my other post and write this for me so ima do it even though I suck at writing also I’m writing headcannons bc it’s easier and less work)(also a few details reader is a girl obviously also in the story reader is about 23 just to let y’all know)

warnings⚠️⚠️:age gap, mentions of pedophilia, mentions of pregnancy (I think), smut, maybe some cursing

if I missed any warnings please tell me

-ok starting off you and Sami obviously have a very big age gap around a 37 years actually

-when y’all started dating and you told Michael he obviously freaked out (bc he’s our fav Barbie drama queen)

-also because it’s his daughter is dating one of his best friends who also helped raise her

-it took awhile but sooner or later he came around to it seeing how much Sami loved you and how happy he made you☺️

-now onto y’all’s relationship dynamic

-Sami’s love language is definitely physical touch I see him being to shy for words of affirmation but he’ll do it every once in a while I also feel like he loves gift giving

-he absolutely loves when you hold him and baby him it doesn’t matter how big y’all’s age gap is he still loves being babied by you(no one can change my mind on that)

-speaking of babies if y’all had a kid he would love them so much it’s not even funny

-I have a feeling he’s extremely good with kids idk why

-also he would have the best fashion advice for you like he would always help pick out outfits for you when you don’t know what to wear

-while he helps pick out what you where he also helps you out of it at the end of the night(iykyk)

-you can not tell me this man is not a sucker for tits and thighs bro

-will absolutely suck on your tits and leave hickeys on your tits and thighs

-absolutely loves being bottom his fav position is cowgirl because you can control him or he can control you

-absolutely will not force you to do anything you don’t wanna do and respects you boundaries

-but also will do anything you wanna do kink wise

-like he does not care he will literally try whatever you wanna do with him

-absolutely loves you

-has written many songs about you

-and yes sometimes they get published and Michael has to sing them💀

-when it got revealed to the public y’all were dating every one freaked out some people outa happiness and some in anger

-most people loved y’all’s relationship and their were so many cute post from y’all’s supportive fans saying how cute you and Sami are

-then there were the people posting about y’all’s age gap and how it was pedophilia and shit because he helped raise you but you didn’t care honestly you had Sami and your dad and that’s all you needed

-seeing as you grew up around Sami he knew everything you liked and how you liked it

-he could name your coffee order by heart if you asked him to

-if you had tattoos he would absolutely love them kissing touching and tracing them every time you are together

-always has an arm around you ESPECIALLY at social events that the band is at

-he is definitely overprotective of you not in like a controlling way but in a concerned trying to make sure you don’t get hurt/uncomfortable kind of way

-will absolutely let you sit on his lap(but also his face in the bedroom)

-ALWAYS and I mean always gives you a kiss before and after a concert

-adores when you wear his clothes

-you wanna know a way you can instantly turn him on wear his shirt with just panties on nothing else just his shirt and panties

-he will literally die of hornyness on the spot

-lives for when you braid his hair randomly

-braiding his hair is literally the best way to calm him down if he’s mad upset or stressed about something

ok that’s all for now I might write more later but I have no more ideas if you have any ideas tell me also, I’m sorry for any spelling mistakes. I suck at spelling.

[filthy-mudeoki]

Surprise

Sang Zhi plans a little surprise for Duan Jiaxu … but it doesn’t exactly go to plan. 

Tagging @kairadiamond We had fun with this one! I hope it lives up to the expectation! ☺️

Also ... it's a lil steamy ....

Sang Zhi is quite certain she has never done anything so outrageous. For a moment she thinks about calling it off, but then she remembers … or at least tries to remember the last time she has seen Jiaxu for more than 10 minutes at a time. 

With a new but still somewhat shaky confidence, she lets herself into Jiaxu’s office. The office space is both dark and empty but that is no surprise to her. Jiaxu had mentioned – on what was once again another brief call – that they were meeting with another client. 

She steps into his private office. It’s a good space that has little touches of her everywhere. There’s a large desk in the middle and a couch at one end of the room. The throw she had bought him last winter is neatly folded and placed at one end of the couch. 

Sang Zhi calls him as she sheds her winter coat. He picks up on the third ring. 

“Wéi, Zhizhi,” Jiaxu answers. His voice is soft and suddenly she can’t bear how much she misses him. But he also sounds like he’s in the middle of something.

“Wéi, Jiaxu. Have I disturbed you?” she immediately asks worrying she that she has not thought through the finer details of this plan. She tries not to fidget with her outfit. 

“No. We were done.” 

“Hhm, are you still heading back to the office?” She asks even though she knows the answer. 

He sighs sounding upset with himself. “Yes.” She can hear the distant rumble of cars and wonders if he’s already driving back. “Sang Zhi, I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t be. It’s work and it’s very important,” she tries to soothe. This much she can understand. It is work and Jiaxu has always been understanding of her hectic schedule. The least she could do was afford him the same.

Still, they’ve hated when their schedules got to this point of disarray. It makes her heart leap a little more, knowing he craves her presence as she does him. 

“I promise things will go back to normal soon,” he says regardless. 

“Did you at least have a good dinner?” His silence causes her to frown a little. “Jiaxu.” 

“Yeah … yeah. We ate.” 

“You’re lying,” she scolds. Picking up the picture frame on his desk, she narrows her eyes at it as if he were in front of her now. 

“I ate … earlier. But once I get back to the office, I’ll order something,” he promises.

Sang Zhi smiles. “Don’t worry about that. I ordered something for you.” 

“Thank you, Zhizhi,” he says and she smirks glancing down at her outfit. 

It’s a little (or a lot) more daring than she is usually used to. But Ning Wei said it would be the perfect thing. It had taken more coaxing before Sang Zhi pulled the little dress on. Thank goodness for the winter coat that she had worn. 

“It’s a treat,” Ning Wei had said with a wink.

“For who?” Sang Zhi had questioned. 

But in the end, she can’t help the temptation to try it one. And she had to admit, she liked how it felt on her. Even more, she liked how it looked on her. 

She’s still got the phone to her ear as she hoists herself up onto his desk. It’s immaculately clean, free of all nick-nack’s save for the picture frame that houses a photo of the two of them. He’s got a few more photos around his office – on the shelf and the little table beside the couch. 

“What are you doing?” he asks diverting her attention once more. 

“Hhm, nothing really. Just … waiting for you.” 

She bites her lips wondering if he will catch on and end their fun all too quickly. But his heavy sigh tells her she is safe for now. 

“I’ll make it up to you, Zhizhi.” His voice goes low and she has to cross her legs because she is very much going to see that he makes good on that. 

She taps her heel-clad feet in the air as she decides to tease him a little more. “How?” 

“Whatever you want.” 

“Be careful, Duan Jiaxu. You might regret that.” 

He laughs and she’s thrilled to hear it. “With you? Never.” 

“Hhm, right answer.” 

Jiaxu laughs again but a sudden thought makes her panic. 

“Are you heading back to the office alone?” 

“Yes. They’ve all done their best. I just have to put the finishing touches on the contract,” he tells her. 

Sang Zhi breathes a sigh of relief. And no sooner too as she hears the rustle of movement in the background on the other end of the line. Was he here already? A moment later, she hears the distant sound of the front door opening. 

“You work yourself too hard, Jiaxu.” She keeps her voice low so not to be overheard by him. 

Sang Zhi hasn’t turned on any of the lights. So she waits, listening with baited breath as he walks through the office space, heading straight for his office. 

“Maybe you need to take a break?” she suggests coyly. 

“That’s a good idea,” he says. “Shall I come fetch you? We can get something to eat.” 

She wants to panic but manages to keep her cool as she hears his footsteps echo against the floor. A light goes on in the distance as he pauses on his trek.

“You don’t think I’ll be a distraction?” She tips her head to the side even though he can’t see her. 

He’s fiddling with something just outside the office. She’s not sure how she knows, but she does. “You’re always a distraction, Zhizhi.” He laughs and she hears his footsteps pick up again. “So what do you say?” 

“Hhm … I think you’ll like the surprise I got you much better,” she says with as much confidence as she can. 

He pauses just outside the door. With the little light thrown under gap of the door, she can make out his shadow. He pauses once more and she’s almost tempted to just tell him. 

“Really?” 

At first she doesn’t say anything but then so quietly he almost misses it, Sang Zhi whispers, “I promise.” 

Sang Zhi is not sure if he’s made the connection or not but it doesn’t matter because a moment later, the door to his office swings open and Jiaxu turns the light on. 

She manages not to squint in the new light as she catches sight of him. Phone to his ear, she knows the exact moment he sees her. His eyes grow wide with surprise as he steps into the office. 

“Sang Zhi,” he whispers. 

She playfully wiggles her brows at him, “What do you think?” she asks into the phone. “Do you like your surprise?” 

“Uh… Zhizhi let me call you back. I have to inspect this surprise a little more closely first,” he cheekily responds and then cuts the call. 

She’s vaguely aware of him throwing his phone onto the couch as he shucks his coat off too. Sang Zhi’s still giggling as he approaches the desk. She has just enough mind to uncross her legs before he reaches for her. His hands settle on her thighs, that are so visible thanks to the very short dress Ning Wei picked. He drags her closer a little more, until she is perfectly perched on the edge of his desk. 

She loops her hands around his neck and even with her sitting on his desk, he looms over her. She’s never minded though. 

“Surprise,” she barely manages to whisper before he closes the space between them. 

It’s soft kiss at first, almost like he is testing to see if she is really there. But when he pulls away and she chases him, hungry for more, he gives in. 

His hand comes up to grasp her face, tipping her head up a little more as he kisses her. She’s rooted to the spot, as she matches his vigour. There’s a giddy feeling that grows in the pit of her stomach. Jiaxu pulls back just enough so their foreheads press together. 

She wonders if he can hear the loud beating of her heart. Instead she asks, “Like your surprise?” 

“I love it,” he says. “What … why…” 

Sang Zhi grins. “I’ve missed you.” 

It’s a simple enough answer. And more importantly, it is the whole truth. She has missed him. The long hours they’ve kept at work have become unbearable and the very last thing she wants is to spend another night waiting at home in their quiet apartment. 

It doesn’t feel the same without him. 

“I missed you too,” Jiaxu tells her. 

“Really?” she asked and he nods. “I don’t think you do.” 

He raises a brow, a smirk on his lips. “Should I show you instead?” 

She nods too and wants to say yes but he kisses her and that steals her answer and her breath. Sang Zhi pulls him closer and Jiaxu cups the back of her head as he pushes her back onto the desk. He’s completely got the height advantage on her now, as he hovers over her, one hand pressed flat on the desk beside her head. 

She can see a question lurking in his eyes but for the moment, she just wants to enjoy it being them. So she settles her hands on his waist, tugging him closer. Her fingers grab the soft material of his shirt and he starts kissing along her jaw. Her breathing hitches when she feels his lips dance over that spot. She can feel his smile against her flushed skin and urgently starts tugging the material of his shirt up. Jiaxu doesn’t stop her as she bunches it further up. She feels his fingers dance along the hem of her dress and it’s enough to cause the already startling flush on her face to go a shade deeper. She gasps when she feels him bit down on that spot. He knows what he is doing and she’s got no intentions of stopping him. 

Sang Zhi is  fiddling with the buttons on his shirt when they both hear something that makes them freeze. 

The front door opening. 

“Jiaxu!” Someone calls. It echoes across the office.

All Sang Zhi can hear is their heavy breathing and the sudden absurdly loud footsteps. Sang Zhi is certain she hears Jiaxu mumbling a curse under his breath. He doesn’t move off her though. Not yet. Perhaps hoping whoever it is will just go away. No such luck. 

“Duan Jiaxu!” the voice calls again.  It sounds much closer this time. “You still here?” 

She glances up at Jiaxu, eyes wide in fear. He doesn’t move for a beat before pulling himself upright. He takes her by the hand, righting her on his desk too. 

“Boss?” 

It’s one of his programmers. Jiaxu was certain he had sent everyone home. He looks at Sang Zhi taking in her dishevelled appearance. There is no hiding what they had just been doing. Her usually pale face is flushed. She’s got the beginnings of a love bite on her neck and Jiaxu is sure he’s in a state no less telling. 

There is no way out. Not without Zou Yong seeing Sang Zhi. He knows she’s dressed up only for him and Jiaxu is not about to let her feel embarrassed for what she’s done. 

“Jiaxu …” she whispers urgently. 

Sang Zhi looks at him helplessly for a second long before jumping off the desk. She rushes to grab her coat and turns to Jiaxu once more. 

“Hide me.” 

“W-what?” 

“Hide me,” she repeats and he immediately looks around the office space for a place but there is none. 

None but one. His desk. 

They look back at each other as though having the same idea. Jiaxu grabs her hand, leading her around the desk. He stops for a moment, silently asking if she’s okay with this but Sang Zhi is already getting down and under the desk. 

Just in time too as a knock comes from the other side of his office door. Haphazardly, he runs his fingers through his hair and manages to barely tuck his shirt back into his pants. He remains standing at his desk, a few random pages in hand. There is a second knock and Jiaxu feelings only minutely calmer. 

“Come in,” he calls. 

“You still here boss?” Zou Yong says as he enters. “I thought you would be long gone by now.” 

Jiaxu appreciates the concern from his younger employee but he also really hates what he interrupted. 

“Just had to go over a few details,” Jiaxu says. “Why did you come back?” 

“Ah, forgot my keys.” 

Jiaxu nods and chances a glance down. He can barely see Sang Zhi, which he supposes is a good thing. 

Zou Yong moves closer to the desk and Jiaxu panics. He sits  down and then wonders if that was such a good idea. He’s lost his height advantage on Zou Yong and he’s not sure how much space Sang Zhi has now. 

“Oh boss, I suppose now that you’re here I can ask you about this error message I keep getting,” Zou Yong goes on. 

Jiaxu gets a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach as he watches Zou Yong pull out his laptop from his bag. He sucks in a sharp breath when he feels Sang Zhi grab his leg. He can feel the bite of her nails through his pants and he quickly moves his chair to cover more of the space. 

“Why don’t we sit with it tomorrow?” Jiaxu asks instead. Zou Yong, has his laptop in hand and is already making his way around the desk. He bites down on his tongue when he feels her touch against his leg again. Except now its inching up. He barely covers a cough as she does it again. She is going to be the death of him. 

“You okay, boss?” Zou Yong asks looking at him a little more intently for a moment. 

Jiaxu makes a show of rotating his shoulders back and forth. “Hhm, just stiff from sitting here all night.” 

His remark is met with another lingering touch beneath the table. She’s more confident this time and he almost reaches down to snatch her hand in his.  

Jiaxu leans forward, bracing himself on his arms. “Don’t worry too much about the errors,” he says trying to keep a straight face. “I’ll need to have a meeting with everyone anyway to discuss the revisions we need to make so it would be a good time to sort through all the errors we keep coming across.” 

Zou Yong nods and for a moment, he looks relieved. That worries on Jiaxu for a bit. Had it not been for the guest he is currently hiding under the desk, he would have given it more attention. For the time being he settles for reassuring his employee. 

“Zou Yong, if you’re having trouble with these things, don’t be afraid to ask. We’re all here to help each other.” 

“I will … I just don’t want you to think I can’t do it.” 

Jiaxu smiles, remembering that feeling all too well. “I won’t. I was an intern once. You don’t get better without learning to ask for help.” He’s glad to see Zou Yong nod and slips his laptop back into his backpack. “You should head home. I’m almost done here.” 

“You want me to stay and help you?” 

“No!” Jiaxu answers a bit more harshly than he intends too. “I mean … it’s already late and I’m going to head out it a bit. There is no point, really.” 

Zou Yong, bless his heart doesn’t question it further. He waves goodbye and is calling out good wishes to his boss as he leaves. 

Jiaxu doesn’t breath until he hears the front door close again. Exhaling he all but collapses into his chair, before pushing away from the desk. He finally looks under his desk and sees his Zhizhi, blushing and grinning. They both laugh a moment later. 

She’s got a sort of coy smile that is absolutely driving him mad and he knows without a doubt he’s done here for the night. 

It’s time to head home. 

“You’re trouble, you know that?” he asks, holding his hand out for her to take. 

She does and he helps her up. Before she can say otherwise, he tugs her closer to him, and shifts his chair so she ends up in his lap. 

“Oh, I’m trouble?” she asks raising a brow. “I must learn it from you, Duan Jiaxu.” 

He guffaws. “Liar,” he teases, pulling her closer. He places a quick kiss to her lips. 

“That was very close.” She fiddles with his collar, as she asks, “Can we go home now?” 

Jiaxu grins. “Absolutely.” 

They both rise from his chair and Jiaxu picks up his coat and phone from where he had thrown them earlier. He’s tugging his coat on when he turns back to her. She’s buttoning up her own winter coat, concealing the little surprise she had brought for him. 

“Zhizhi,” he calls. When she looks at him, he’s got the softest look in hie eyes. “I liked this surprise. A lot.” 

Her cheeks are still tinged pink and he loves that look. “Good,” she says and then takes his outstretched hand. 

They head out together, Jiaxu falling behind just a step as they lock up. 

“Do I get to see it again, at home?” he asks. She glances at him over her shoulder. He shrugs almost too nonchalantly. She can see the barest of there smirks on his lips. 

“Hhm, I don’t know.” 

She doesn’t need to turn around to know he’s frowning now. She feels him squeeze her hand, tugging her back slightly. 

“Why not? I didn’t get to appreciate like I wanted too this time around.” 

“And whose fault is that?” she teases. 

“Not mine! Of all the times to be interrupted!” He shakes his head in clear aggrievance. 

“Well that’s a good point. Let’s see if we can rectify that,” Sang Zhi says and giggles when Jiaxu rushes them to his car. 

It’s a blur of a ride home, but doesn’t matter because she’s hardly got her shoes off before he’s backing her up against the door. They leave a trail of clothing from the door to their bed. As far as surprises go, this one is the best yet. 

Wéi – hi 

[nitannichionne]

If He Was Your Fan (A Henry Cavill Fanfic), Chapter 74: Unwrapping (Henry POV)

Not two weeks after I was gone, she disappeared from everyone. I decided to text her at night and she seemed…elusive. Her detailed answers became nothing but emojis though they always had a smile or heart in them. I deduced that she might want to meet face to face to really talk about anything of note. I make arrangements for pickup for escort the London Grand Dame Holiday Party.

I rent a car and driver to pick up her up. Bentleys are all about comfort.

She comes out in an outfit that looks very formal, almost regal. Her hair is up, she has an overlay that gives her quite the sparkle, almost wintry. But the look in her eyes is different.

“Henry.”

I give a half bow and help her into the car, waving off the driver. What was that? What is going on?

Minutes into our trip, I see a car, a dark one. “Darling?”

“Hmm?”

“We’re being followed,” I exhale. “Probably paparazzi—” I signal our driver to tell him to lose them.

“No, relax, Henry,” she touches my hand. “They’re with me.”

“With you?”

Her eyes lower. “I wasn’t sure you’d come.”

I turn to her. “I wouldn’t do that to you.”

“I’m sorry, Henry.” She looks out of the window.

“Darling.” I needed to know.

She turns her head promptly, her expression attentive. “Yes?”

I close the privacy door between us and the driver. “What’s going on?”

“Hen—”

“Something has changed, I know you well enough to know so don’t deny it.”

She exhales a small chuckle and covers my hand. “I love you.”

Why that made me uncomfortable, I didn’t know. “I love you.”

She leans on me and I can feel her distraction, her concern. I put an arm around her, and realize this is a matter of time now, whatever it is.

I smile when I see the Floating Star, better known at the Sunborn Hotel tonight. It is a glamourous ship, with wonderful views of the river and accommodations.

I help her out of the car and I watch the driver of the other look on from a distance. He looks as if he is checking surroundings, and watching us. I look down at her and she is looking straight ahead, chin tilted up. “Darling—”

“Hold my hand, Henry,” she whispers at the bottom of the elaborate gangplank. She looks up at me. “Don’t let go?”

“Alright,” I say softly. “I won’t leave you.”

The dining hall is set up with gold décor, making it look posh and like a true holiday party. People were milling about, talking amongst themselves. There are a few screens set up, showing people having their family trees revealed. A few people did double-takes when we came in, and I put on my best stare. What the hell—

Chiru and Sophia come to her and literally form a protective barrier between her and the others. They take turns hugging her.

“Thank you,” she whispers, her eyes shining. “Thank you for coming—”

“I wouldn’t miss this for the world!” Chiru said.

“We’re here for you—” Sophie does a double-take at me. “You haven’t told him?!”

“Wasn’t time.”

Chiru and Sophia gasp and look at each other. “Come on, let’s go--”

Suddenly there is a tinkling of glasses and clicking of lights. Supper was about to begin. It is very good food, as always, but I wanted to get a moment alone with her. After dessert, I decided I would whisk her away outside.

Perline Richardson rises and clinks her glass and everyone pays attention.

But not soon enough. The lights went low, and I pulled her out.

“It’s too late,” she whispers. “Look.”

My attention turns to the largest screen, and I see her and Henry Louis Gates sitting together.

“I…” he nods. “have some earth-shattering news for you.”

“Oh, God, really?” she is almost laughing. “Descendant of slaves—”

“Once you got here,” he repeats. “once you got here.”

She looks up at Gates.

“In 1832, there was a territory called Eden,” Gates began. “and the heir to the Earl of Eden was named Aldric-Aldric of Eden, was born. He was the only son and heir of Godric Eden. He fell in love with a slave woman named Lily in 1850. Lily was born in the garden two years after Aldric, which belonged to Godric’s wife Anne. Godric found out about the relationship between Aldric and Lily when Aldric refused to marry a highborn white woman. In the night, Anne took Lily and sold her to a slave trader heading for the Americas.”

The room was completely quiet. A pin could be dropped.

“Okay,” was all she said.

“Lily cursed the Eden family, swearing pain and misery upon every descendent until things were set right,” Gates went on. “Aldric fell ill, and told his parents on his death bed that Lily was with child when she was sold. He cast the same curse on his family in his illness and heartbreak, and with no will to live, died in his sleep. They had sent the only heir into slavery. Godric had a younger brother Gregory, who inherited the land, but he was not a good leader, and after Godric’s death, much of Eden was squandered and lost to other territories. The only thing that saved what is left of it today was that Aldric set aside money for his heir, in hopes he—or she—would come back someday. It is now called Edenvale, Gregory’s way of trying to save the reputation and memory of the happier days of the land.”

“That’s a long time.”

“Yes, today, quite a fortune, with an older company overseeing the money and reporting to the courts of its growth.”

“That sounds pretty farfetched,” she says.

“It is, but true,” he chuckles. “When Lily got to the Americas, she was showing, so she was seen as a breeder and an enhanced deal. She died in childbirth, but her son was named Al upon her request. He grew up and fought in the American Civil War as a teen, and when it was over, ran west to find a life with Native Americans in the northwest United States. He fathered one child with his Native American wife, Koko, and named her Magdeline…”

Wait wasn’t her great grandmother’s name…? I look at her profile and she isn’t looking at me. Chiru is sitting on the other side and takes her hand.

“This isn’t confirmed or denied, but rumor is that Al tried to return to Edenvale, but was never heard from again. Magdeline married and had two daughters, one of which died in a drowning accident. The surviving daughter was named…”

The picture of her mother flashed on the wall, and anyone who had seen her now knew who she was, the resemblance was so strong.

I am staring at her. I am no longer staring at the screen. I’d heard this story before, and rumor has it that this heir has at least a fifty million waiting for claim.

“And now I would like to introduce Lady Edenvale.”

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[therandomartmaker]

Tim has no idea how this’d happened, if he were to be completely honest (as he much often wasn’t).

A child. Well, a pre-teen to be more specific, the kid was something around 11 or 10 years old. A pre-teen, in one of his safe-houses, sitting like a wet cat and-

His name was Dan, apparently, and Tim may or may not have picked him up off the street after finding him near a crime scene. He could remember it clearer than crystal.

A dark haired boy sitting to the side of a dead body, pants and shoes soaked in darkening blood. Hair, sopping as the rain poured around them. He was wearing a dark-coloured (or perhaps heavily stained) hoodie, paired in a strange combination with slacks and cotton sneakers. Nothing, no blood splatter on his hands though (at least, not in a way that matched the knife wounds on the body), which bode well for the kid to have simply stumbled upon the body. It was almost stereotypically tragic scene of the loss of a loved one.

(Tim didn’t think about the kid’s blue eyes, the scattered pearls around the ground, the unnecessarily fancy outfit beneath the pathetic tar-stained (?) hoodie. That was unrelated, and there wasn’t even second body, nor was it a death by shooting. Whatever parallels there were… were just unfortunate coincidence)

He hadn’t turned to face Tim even though wasn’t even trying to be stealthy. He’d just sat there. Tim’d started taking photos of crime scene, careful to avoid signs of the boy’s presence wihin them.

It was a quiet night.

Only after Tim had finished recording the scene and gathering possible evidence, already compiling the photos in his mind to be organised and solved after he dealt with the kid, had the kid actually spoken out to him.

“Aren’t you supposed to do something about victim response, or something? Make sure i’m not in shock? What kind of a vigilante are you?”

‘Damn it, this one’s snarky. They train ‘em to be witty little shits when they’re young, huh.’ He’d thought,

“Yeah, but, aren’t kids near dead bodies supposed to call emergency services?” Tim had retorted, because if the pre-teen was stable enough to snark a highly dangerous vigilante, he could handle a little snapback. Tim shook his head, “What’s your relation to the victim?”

“Nothing. Just saw her getting mugged. I spooked the mugger and they stabbed her. We fought,” the kid spoke, smooth and calm, “They got away, but I got ‘em good.”

“…what were you doing out so late?”

“I was just… trying to find somewhere to go, and I promised my good ol’ parole officer that i’d help anyone who needed it.” The kid huffed, small and pouty, “Community service, or something.”

“What pre-teen has a parol- no, nevermind. Do you need somewhere to stay?” Tim asked, fully ready to call up an illegal shelter in the area to save a space, or Jason’s little kiddie gang to take him in for a bit. “I’ll call up-“

“Fuck! Not the authorities, or the shelters! They’ll be looki- I-“ the kid panicked, eyes widened and body language far more alert. “I swear I’m not actually a wanted or missing criminal! I’m- uh- look. Just don’t call the cops or CPS.”

Tim considered, for a few moments. He wasn’t gonna call either in the first place, but the kid had peaked his curiosity. Fuck it, he thought. “I’ve got a safe house nearby, kiddo,” he started, ignoring the kid’s indignant ‘I’m not a kid!’ exclamation, “Give me your name and details about that mugger and you can stay for a bit, yeah?”

The kid looked up at him, blankly serious, a far cry from the raw anger and analytical tension earlier. For a moment, Tim had considered that the kid was going to leave, to not take him up on his offer.

“My name’s Dan, fucker, and you’d better have decent food.”

It really wasn’t intentional that they’d turned into something of a mangled guardian-ward relationship.

—————

also, setting down some more stuff because i have thoughts my friends, i have thoughts :D

The dead body was Gotham. she faked a death (related to and containing evidence to condemn one of the gangs in Tim’s purview because she wasn’t mean enough to Not Help) but mainly she wanted to mess with her knights a little bit. She swears by the “they’re my emotional support characters! oh, not supportive, i mean load-bearing support.” idea, so she recreated Bruce’s orphaning day in a minor manner, fully aware about the parallels (that was the whole point)

Dan’s wearing fancy clothing because Danny bullied him into it. He was going to be a liminal in a city ghost’s territory, he had to be neat and presentable to introduce himself! Gotham was the one to give him his hoodie, after the meeting.

Dan didn’t want the authorities called on him because he didn’t legally exist, and also both Dnany and Gotham were whispering ideas on what to say to him (for some unknown reason)

Following this, Tim quietly starts to learn how to properly cook, because while he could make instant meals easy (he had to know, after the Drake’s constant childhood absence) he had a pre-teen living under him and healthy diets for healthy kids.

He doesn’t ask anyone for help, of course, so sometimes the bats see him with bandaids or bandages around his arms and get concerned (just knicks from the kitchen knives and light burns from being a bit too clumsy with hot food) because tim’s injury count has risen in the past few days, or weeks.

Dan’s a gremlin to Tim, because he knows the guy actually started caring when he saw how hard he was trying to learn to cook, and he doesn’t want that, because what if he becomes a villain again? What kind of torture would it be to have to face off against the child you partially raised?

Dan eventually traumadumps on Tim about future timelines, but doesn’t talk about his “past-life” after a cryptic message from Clockwork and one interdimensional phonecall to his therapist (Jazz)

Tim just has to deal with the fact that he’d adopted an insomniac with an evil future timeline version of himself, that had been adopted by a too-young black-haired blue-eyed rich father, and witnessed a woman with pearls die in an alleyway. The only batkids left to emulate were; having a penchant for art, a lack of social-graces or blades (Damian); being a murderer or anti-hero woth irrational rage and having once died (Jason); faking his death (Steph); having a shitty parent (Cass)

You know two things we haven't seen a lot of? A child Dan being adopted and a single parent Tim. So today I give you, "too stubborn to ask for help" teen father Tim taking care of "newly reformed and reincarnated gremlin" child Dan.

[berryunho]

helo it is i san anon and i am here to tell u abt the concert !!

we had seated tickets so went a bit late (still like an hour before the show started 🫣 um) AND I WAS RESPONSIBLE by not buying any merch bc i bought a lot at the popup store hehe

anyway so the atinys behind us were rly nice n started talking to us AND THEN ONE OF THEM GAD ALREADY SEEN THE SOUNDCHE K PICS OF MINGI AND I WAS LIKE WAIT WHAT?? HE DID WHAT??? I FEEL SO BAD bc so many ppl like it but i… i can’t.. i just.. idk… maybe i have to get used to it but it’s not for me 😭 i loved the mango hair </3 where is the length on this one </3 pls </3 i also didn’t love hongjoong’s hair on pics previously but irl?? that was styled to perfection he looked so fucking fine oml cult meeting when?? lead the way sir /hj

anyway so i’d been MaNiFeStInG san’s long dark hair bc last year i saw him w the guerilla hair and i didn’t love that tone either (i miss her now ngl but the dark hair outdoes (hongruella back then oml drooling)) and then the airport pics w his long hair 😮‍💨 drooled a lil /hj ANYWAY SO HEEEEE LOOKED FINE AS FUCK and THE cyberpunk outfit oml he wore everything i wanted him to !!! ig he loves me bc i’ve been manifesting oreo woo for a year now and where is it. where. jung wooyoung. we need to have a talk.

AND the tinys behind me asked who my bias was and i was like uhhh bc i’m actually?? wooyo bias?? or supposed to be?? but san n joong are also in my bias line and recently it’s been a bit of a problem.. am completely normal about san.. as some may know.. so normal.. haha anyway I SAID I AM IN BETWEEN BIASES BUT!!! I DON’T THINK THAT IS THE CASE ANYMORE choi san has me in a terrible chokehold that i will never be able to escape from (and i got a san freebie hehe <3 cute) but literally when i said “ok i’m san biased now” they performed i’m the one heat topping ver AND WOOYOUNG??? IDK IF ANYONES SEEN VIDEOS BUT HE?? HIS BODY ROLL? I ??? that felt so personal ANYWAY I EXPLAINED IT TO MY MOM (she loves woo since i never shut up abt him.. i thought she liked hwa smh traitor) LIKE LISTEN. WOOYOUNG WAS AT THE TOP OF THE STAIRS. AND SANJOONG AT THE SECOND STEP. BUT SAN DIDNT LIKE IT THERE. SO HE TOOK A STEP UP TO STAND WITH WOO. but since san is a bit taller.. that automatically makes him rank a bit higher. bc his height quite literally puts him higher than wooyoung. i don’t make the rules.. woo should’ve grown more. LMAO

anyway so that!! is it!! they were so fucking good as ALWAYS (tho i liked last tour’s setlist a bit more.. but we got mist this time so i happy also i am THE biggest new world stan choi san the man that u are today and choi jongho the talent that u have) the vocals were on point the performance was perfect the outfits were so gorg mingi’s hair wasn’t it for me we had a lot of fun the tinys behind me barked yeosang’s hair was SOOOO LONG yeah anyway IT WAS GREAT and why tf are the spaces between paragraphs on my phone so fucked like this looks so ugly i’m sorry if this is an ugly piece of text in ur asks but !!! whatever 😍 pls do look up that wooyoung video… idk if anyone posted it but.. i’m drooling /hj oh and i cheered very loud for yunho!!!

HI ALKJDF;ALSKDJF

screaming the amount of detail here i love it its like we're penpals omg but YAAAAAYYYYYY IM GLAD YOU HAD FUN !!!!

pls when they were in the us... i preordered all of my merch through one of the popups but um ..... yeah i still bought more merch at every show i went to it was so bad i think i collected nearly every shirt/sweatshirt possible idk i blacked out SO PROPS TO YOU FOR STAYING STRONG !!!!

AKDJFSFJSLDJK THE PINK HAIR ....... i dont dislike it but its not my fave on him lol i think maybe after a few washes when its less ... neon itll be better LKJALKSDFJALDKJF BUT THATS FAIR AND yeah hj .... mmmmmmmmmmmm he is scrumptious always and IN PERSON ..... HHGHGHGKSGLKJ im normal about him. i always am... AND SAN !!!!!!! SJKLDFJASDF im sure we'll get oreo woo back one day .... i hope .... it was too iconic to be gone forever

PLEASE THAT EXPLANATION IM SCLKJRELAKJSJF IT MAKES SENSE THOUGH !!!! my best friend was a jongho bias .... until we saw them and somewhere between the start and the finish wooyoung SNATCHED HER SO AGGRESSIVELY HES ALL SHE TALKS ABOUT NOW PLEASLKEJLSESKJALKJFDS AND ........ im loyal im SO loyal like id never ever consider a double bias idk what anyone is even talking about (................................/s) BUT FR CHOI SAN? IN PERSON? BEFORE YOUR EYES? LIKE ANYONE WOULD BE TEMPTED THATS ALL I CAN SAY SO YOU'RE VALID SAN ANON SO VALID !

BUT YAYYY AGAIN IM SO GLAD YOU HAD FUN !!! living vicariously through this ask rn AKJDFLSKJFALSKJF omg idk which setlist i prefer honestly .... bc last tour i was sad about exactly 4 songs not being on the setlist and they all of them were added this tour ... but at the expense of my favorite title track ................ and also inception ..... so like .......... yeah idk LKAJLFDKJDSF BUT YAAYAYYY TY FOR SCREAMING FOR YUNHO AND TY FOR SHARING W ME I HOPE YOU'RE WELL !!! <3333

[finelinevogue]

I can see them laying on their side kissing and he is there doing his thing with his hand on her ass and giving a few slaps and she is clearly enjoying it but the noises she makes but harry is like “fuck angel I can’t leave marks 😩” because people will see since everyone is always in bikinis, so he give it a few more squeezes and and pull he panties/bikini up and shake it in that way that feels so good and make her ass whiggles “fuck…” *leaves wet kisses all over it*

I can see this happening in the hideaway

okay i decided this is for their first night back together in bed after the recoupling!!!:

i changed it a bit… but i will use this anon for inspo in the hideaway too!!!!!

“Excited for bed tonight, man?” Luca asked, slapping Harry on his bare back.

Harry was licking his lips looking all smug, because he had finally gotten you back. He couldn’t work out whether he would rather just hold and spoon you all night, or give you some loving to show you how badly he’d missed you.

“More than you can imagine, mate.” Harry chuckled bashfully, before sitting on the edge of the bed on his side.

Whilst he was chatting to the boys and putting on some after-sun moisturiser, you were getting ready in the dressing room with the girls - stressing out over what to wear.

“Girls, I need help!” You stressed, walking around in your evening outfit still but without the heels.

“You need to go sexy.” Tasha said, putting her hair up in a bun.

“Yeah, I agree.” Gemma added, removing her makeup.

“I’m stressed. Why am I so nervous?” You laughed giddily, opening your wardrobe door to see if you could find something suitable to wear for Harry.

You knew it didn’t matter what you came and wore to bed with Harry, because he would make you feel beautiful regardless. However, you just felt like you wanted to put in an extra bit of effort for tonight because of everything that had happened recently.

“I think go for the full shebang.” Ekin-Su made her input.

“No, no! Wait for the hideaway for that.” Antigoni added and others agreed. It would be more special that way.

“Like, save your sexiest outfit for the hideaway but still go cheeky tonight.” Tasha said.

You pulled out a few options, getting shrugs and definite no’s from each of them, but then you pulled out a purple nightie that had a tiny slit and some lace detailing ( * ). The girls faces were enough to tell you that you’d made the right choice.

“Oh my God!” Antigoni squealed when you came back wearing it, your skin looking perfect against the colour.

“You’re stunning Y/N!” Indiyah complimented you, clapping her hands together excitedly.

You did a twirl for them and bashfully smiled when they started cheering for you. It was clear that you were over-the-moon happy tonight, as you should be. You had gotten Harry back and it was a night for celebrations.

Whatever happened you didn’t mind, because you’d be sleeping next to Harry and get to wake up next to him in the morning. You couldn’t ask for anything more than that.

The girls started filling out and you walked with Indiyah to the bedrooms. Your heartbeat quickened as you got closer to the door and Indiyah went in first, holding the door open for you.

Some of the boys hooted and cheered, making Harry turn around from the direction he’d been facing. His jaw dropped slightly when he saw you and you but your lips, trying not to crazily smile at the way he was looking at you.

“Oi, oi!” Luca chanted and Harry stood up so he could whack his friend on the back of the head. Luca and Jacques laughed together at how whipped Harry was, but he didn’t care because he was too busy gawking at how fucking gorgeous you looked.

You walked over to Harry, who was still stood up at his side of the bed. Instead of going straight towards him, you wanted to divert the attention away from you both for privacy and so you opened your side of the duvet and laid down in bed.

Harry was still stood there looking down at you and you couldn’t take his stare anymore, so you slid down further and under the covers. You squeezed your eyes shut and bit your lip as you internally squealed in excitement over his reaction. He hadn’t said anything to you, but with that look he was giving you it was clear he loved it - he loved you.

The other side of the bed dipped and you watched Harry’s body get under the covers too.

“It’s been ten seconds and they’re both already under the covers.” Jacques joked and you shook your head in embarrassment.

Before you knew it, Harry’s hand snaked sound your waist and pulled up against his body. Your breasts squashed against his hard chest, your leg sliding in between his and his nose touching yours.

“Where’ve you been hiding this then?” Harry asked, voice deeper than usual, about your outfit.

“Was keeping it for someone special.” You smirked, raising your hand to touch his cheek softly. He leant into it and you could feel his whole cheek warm up just at the touch.

“Does that mean…?”

“Yes, H. You’re someone special.” You nodded slightly and Harry made the first move to kiss you.

When his lips touched yours, everything else around you faded away. It was stereotypical to say, but when his lips were on yours it made you feel like you were the only two people left on Earth. It was like being with him was the only thing worth living for. It was like him being the breathe of air that keeps your alive and going.

His lips were so soft and his breathe tasted minty. He curled his hand under your jaw and directed your face how he wanted. He took lead and pushed his lips into yours, kissing you with every molecule of love he could find within him. He kissed and you kissed, before he started to bite and you wanted to bite. Your soft gentle kiss, became heavy and rushed and it was causing your breathing to become erratic.

You pulled back to take a deep breathe and you saw deeply into his eyes.

“I don’t want to rush this.” You whispered, not wanting to take things too far too quickly.

“Okay.”

“I.. I just don’t want to fuck things up again a-and—”

“Y/N/N, baby. I know, okay? It’s okay:” Harry assured you, pressing a soft and mighty kiss to your lips.

“I thought I’d want us to do things tonight, b-but I’m not sure I’m ready.” You spoke softly, feeling like you owed him some form of explanation even if he didn’t think you did.

“We go at a pace we’re both comfortable with okay? If you don’t want to do anything tonight, that’s alright with me. I get you in our bed, looking like… well this - a fucking angel - and I get to hold you whilst we sleep. That’s more than enough for me.” He kissed your nose and you smiled softly.

“Thank you.” You kissed him. “I do miss your hands on my arse though.”

“My hands have missed your arse too.” He grinned so cheekily, but slid his hands down your back and over the bottom of your nightie. He pushed it up slightly and took a firm hold of your cheek. You giggled when he did so, loving the feeling of him being back to his mischievous self.

He slapped it and the sound made a loud echoing sound across the room.

“Fucking hell, what’re you two doing?” Dami asked from the bed next to yours.

You got all embarrassed and ducked your head into Harry’s neck, finding refuge there. You smiled and bit down onto Harry’s skin to keep you from explosively laughing, because that’s what you always wanted to do in uncomfortable situations. Harry, instead of apologising, kept on hitting your bum with smaller pats - not helping the situation at all.

“Stop.” You whispered to him, but he chose to ignore you.

Then his hand accidentally brushed over your core and you made a whimpering noise. Neither of you expected that to happen, but Harry’s hand stilled on your ass when it did happen.

“Fuck.” He gritted between his teeth. “Baby, I have good control over myself but not when you’re making noises like that.” He whispered and you could feel yourself craving him more and more.

“Sorry.” You laughed.

“One day you won’t have to be sorry, because I will want to hear more than just one whimper.”

“You have no filter.” You leaned back and he grabbed your ass in response.

“Not when it comes to you, no.” He grinned and you brought his lips to yours for another sweet kiss.

You didn’t stop kissing for another hour.

[sanguineterrain]

No Such Thing (9) - Bucky Barnes

Series summary: You’ve been assigned to write a column for your school paper on the team’s spectacular running back. You don’t care very much for your university’s football team; you just can’t understand the hype, okay? Turns out your distaste for football bigheads was exactly on point: James Barnes is insufferable.

Pairing: college!Bucky Barnes x female!Reader

Word count: 4.1k 

Warnings: none, but if I missed anything lmk 

A/N: wowowow it has been a long-ass time, but I finally managed to drag out another chapter. 

I think the next chapter is going to be the last. Thank you for all the lovely comments and reblogs! I read every single one. Much love 💛

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"Hey, look who's up!" enthused Sam as you took a tentative step into the living room, his hand resting on the small of Natasha's spine. "Sleep well?"

You shrugged, taking in their states of dress. 

"Guess so. Where are you guys going?"

"Breakfast.”

"And you're coming with us," added Nat. 

“But—”

“Nope. Let's go.”

You hefted a sigh. 

"Oh, alright." 

Pancakes drowned in syrup did sound pretty damn good. You deserved it, after all.

"You go ahead, Sam. I’m gonna help Y/N choose her outfit."

"You are?" you asked, protesting as she began to corral you back into your room. "What—Natasha—"

"Uh, I'll be in the car," called Sam. 

"Yeah, I've actually been dressing myself for a good many years now, so…" 

As soon as he closed the door, Nat strode past you to plant herself on the bed. She fixed you with a look, arms folded. You hovered, trying to discern her expression. 

"I know I'm cute, Nat, but it's not polite to stare." 

"No texts, no calls, nothing. Come on, already. What happened last night?"

Ah. That. 

“Not much.”

You disappeared into your closet and took your time changing, hemming and hawing over the outfit. When Nat still hadn't budged, you sighed. 

"Okay, fine. We went to the restaurant. We ate and Steve paid, like a gentleman. Then we walked to the car and he drove me home."

"What, that's it?"

“That’s it.”

“He didn’t invite you up?”

You took a deep breath. Here it came. 

“Would’ve been pretty awkward if I went to Steve's place after he broke up with me, don't you think?"

"He broke up with you?"

You winced. 

"No, say it louder, Natasha. I don't think Maintenance downstairs heard you."

She blinked, suddenly contrite.

"Sorry, Y/N." 

You went to sit on the bed beside her and she pulled you into a hug. 

"'S okay," you mumbled into her shoulder. "It's only been a few weeks."

"I'm still sorry it didn't work out between you."

"Hmm."

If you let Natasha deep dive into the details, something would slip.

"Did he tell you why, or was it one of those 'it's me, not you' excuses?"

You pulled back, stomach swooping to your shoes. 

"Uh, no. Nope, he didn't say why. Not a thing."

"What? He wouldn't even do that courtesy?" she frowned. 

"Yeah, but it's okay! Steve had his reasons, you know? We should respect that."

"He could at least tell you. I know things have been… rocky, but you ought to get closure."

"Nah, I don't think so. Talking is way overrated. You know what needs to come back? Silence. Just hours and hours of silence. Let's go do that."

"Y/N, I know he and I are friends but if he hurt you, then—"

"No! Okay, okay. Alright."

You pinched the bridge of your nose, briefly closing your eyes. 

"Okay. We did talk about it, actually. Steve broke up with me because, um, well… he thinks that Barnes—" you fumbled uselessly with your hands, gesturing like you might land a plane, "—Barnes likes me. As, you know, a little more than whatever we are. Frenemies? Palholes? I don't know."

"Steve broke up with you because you and Bucky are in love with each other?"

"That is not what I said, Natasha. That is very much not what I said at all."

You lay back, rubbing your temples.

"Steve said he and I would never work out. I guess he didn't want to try."

Which was a horribly unfair call. Steve had given you plenty of chances, and he deserved someone who didn't need that many chances. 

“Maybe he doesn’t want to try because he knows there’s no point.”

“Okay, ouch. Way to smack a girl with a steel pipe when she’s already down.”

“Y/N,” Nat began gently. “You’re the smartest person I know.”

“Better. Give me more compliments.”

She rolled her eyes.

“And as the smartest person I know, I think you can figure out that Steve’s onto something.”

“He is not! What the hell? Barnes and I have been at each other's throats since the day we met."

“I see. So you just happened to stumble into his hospital room? What were you trying to do, exactly?"

“Well… nobody’s that heartless. He was hurt,” you said quietly. 

She softened. 

“I know."

"I had to make sure he was okay." You puffed your chest. "Who will I have to fight with if he goes and does a stupid thing like land himself in the hospital?"

"I'm sure you'd find someone else.” 

"I wouldn't! And it's such a bother to find a good bane of my existence these days. Craigslist is no help at all."

"Y/N. Come on. Be serious. I know it was hard to see Bucky like that but how long are you gonna ignore what's happening between you?"

"I'm not going to ignore anything. Because there's nothing to ignore. Because nothing's changed between us."

Nat took a long, slow exhale.

“Okay.”

“Okay, what?”

“What?” she shrugged. “Fine. You hate him. Wanna go eat?”

You followed her up suspiciously.

“Just like that? No interrogation?”

“You know your feelings better than I do, Y/N. If you hate Bucky, you hate Bucky.”

“That’s… right.” 

“C’mon, Sam's waiting.”

She smiled, tugging your sleeve gently. You followed.

"I hope you know this is cutting into prime moping time," you informed as you stepped off the elevator. 

"Sorry to interrupt your busy schedule. But as your good friend, it's my duty to prevent all moping and pitying." 

"I'm fine, Nat. It's not like I just got out of a three year relationship."

"I know. But…" she pressed her lips together. "You've got a lot to think about."

"I do?"

"You do." 

You went to the car, sliding into the backseat. Sam gave you a nod before pulling out of the lot.

"Let's go to that place by the hotel," suggested Nat. 

"What place is that? I've never been there," you said. 

"That's because you hardly ever go out with me."

"Yes, dear," you sighed. "Samuel, I am currently searching for a new dorm mate. Interested?"

“Might be an issue, being a women’s dorm and all.”

“I’d sneak you in,” you shrugged. “No problem.”

“Well, if I moved in, Natasha would come over here instead of going to my place. Are you now magically cool about what happened on New Year’s?”

You considered that, then grimaced. 

"Never mind. Nat, you can stay."

"Oh, joy."

“Aren’t you lucky,” you grinned.

The diner wasn't busy for Tuesday morning, and you were still on your break so it lacked the usual flow of students. You and Sam each ordered a plate of chocolate chip pancakes. 

“It’s not crepes, but it’ll do,” you decided around a mouthful. "Please promise me you’ll have those for your wedding, at least. Picture it: build-your-own-crepe station. Very classy.”

“Y/N,” Nat scolded, heat flushing her face. 

You grinned and winked at Sam.

“You’ve got my blessing, Wilson.” You turned to Nat. “Wait, I’m your Maid of Honor, right?”

“Duh. And I’m yours.”

“Obviously.”

“And I’ll make sure there are no drunken anecdotes about you and the Best Man,” she winked. 

“Natasha!”

You could see the gears turning in Sam’s head and you glared at your Maid of Honor who was on thin fucking ice.

“Wait, you and Bu—”

“Nope! Whatever you’re going to say, it’s a no,” you cut him off, shaking your head. 

“You know, he’s being discharged today. Doctor gave him the all-clear.”

“Oh.” You cleared your throat, rolling a strawberry around on your plate, cheek resting in your palm. “That’s good.”

When you looked up again, Sam and Nat were locked in an intense eye conversation. You straightened, squinting. 

“What are you guys doing?"

"Nothing. Hey, Y/N, will you get me my earmuffs from the car?" asked Nat. 

"What for?"

"What else? My ears are cold."

"Why can't Sam go?"

"He's getting sick. Aren't you, Sam?"

"Yep." He coughed loudly. "Sick."

Nat jingled the keys in front of you. 

"And you're on the outside of the booth. Please?"

"Okay… I guess."

You went, going to the car to retrieve the red plaid earmuffs Nat almost never wore. As you locked the car and walked through the parking lot, you squinted at the figure through the diner window, who was now sitting next to Sam. You headed back to the table, where Nat and a woman were laughing. 

"Did you drive in this morning?” Sam asked. 

The woman nodded, smiling back. She was older, at least forty, with smile lines around her mouth. Her eyes were a warm, cornflower blue. Her dark hair was pinned back with a clip and fell in soft waves over her shoulders.

“I did. George and Becca couldn’t come, so it’s just me. Oh, let me get a look at you!”

Sam grinned as she patted his arm. 

"Eating enough?"

"I am."

"Good—oh, am I taking your seat?" She looked at you, beginning to move, and you shook your head. 

"No, that's okay. I'm sitting here. Uh, hi. I'm Y/N."

She beamed, extending a hand. 

“The Y/N? Well, it’s wonderful to finally meet you, dear.”

“Um, nice to meet you too, ma’am,” you offered awkwardly. 

“Oh, goodness, none of that ma’am business,” she chuckled. “Winnie is just fine, or Mrs. Barnes, if you prefer.”

“Barnes? You’re… Bucky’s mother?”

“That’s me. I heard you wrote an article about him for the school paper.”

Your eyes widened. Shit.

“A-about that—”

“Bucky just raved about it. I certainly hope he didn’t let it go to his head,” she laughed. 

You glanced at Nat, who shrugged, angelic.

“No, he was… very humble about it,” you eventually replied. 

“Really? Doesn't sound like him at all," she grinned. "Well, I appreciate you two visiting him while he was in the hospital. It’s just awful what happened. I figured he could use a hand this week before you go back to school.”

"Yes, I was just about to say, we can help you, Winnie," Nat volunteered, and you whipped your head to look at her. 

"We can?" you asked sharply. 

"Yes, we can. Sam’s picking Bucky up, so we'll go with Winnie. Our dorm's right by the boys’ anyway."

"That would be really wonderful," Winnie smiled. "If you're able."

“Of course we are. Right, Y/N? We’ll meet you at the car,” Nat said before you could get a word in. 

Winnie went and as soon as the door shut, you mustered the darkest glare you could.

“What was that?”

“What?”

“I do not want to tumble head first into Bucky freakin’ Barnes’ dorm with his mother, Nat!”

“What’s the big deal? She likes you. She doesn’t let just anyone call her Winnie, you know.”

“I think you know it’s not her I’m worried about.”

“Y/N, relax. Bucky probably won’t even be home yet. He’s got till noon to check out. Sam’s gonna pick him up after work.”

Your shoulders slackened minutely. 

"I can't see him," you mumbled. 

She sighed. 

"Come on, Y/N. It’ll be fine."

You sat in the backseat again, hoping Winnie would forget you were there. She did not. 

"So, Y/N," she began cheerily. "You're studying English?"

"I am."

"That's wonderful. Bucky loves to read. He even used to write his own science fiction stories, did he tell you?"

"No… he didn't."

"Oh, sure. I think one was about an alien princess or something. He liked dressing up as characters for Halloween."

"I didn't know that.” Then, sheepishly, “I figured he was mostly about sports."

"To a certain extent. It increased as he got older. But he could be at home too, especially when Steve was sick. He'd read while Steve would draw."

Nat caught your eye in the passenger side mirror. You turned away. 

When you'd parked, Winnie set two Tupperwares into your arms. Nat went ahead, despite your pleading glances for her to stay. 

“Thank you again for doing this," said Winnie. 

“Of-of course, Mrs. Barnes. No problem.”

She smiled, tilting her head.

“You don’t need to be so nervous, dear. I know I’m The Mom, but Bucky’s had nothing but good things to say about you, and I think you’re sweet together.”

“What?”

“Oh, it’s alright! You seem perfectly lovely, Y/N.”

“...what?”

“You and Bucky are...”

“No. No, sorry. No. Um. I — we’re not dating. Bucky and I are… not that. He’s dating someone else. Not me.”

“Oh.” She blinked. “The way he… well, anyway. I’m sorry, that’s my mistake.”

“We should go around the back,” said Nat, finally interrupting. “Don’t know what the rules are for sneaking trays of lasagna into your son’s dorm.”

So you went, taking the elevator up. Bucky was, blessedly, not home yet. You moved freely, following Winnie’s directions on where everything went. Your job was to put away the food and magically make everything fit. Winnie paused for a moment at one of the containers. 

"Oh, this isn't heat-safe! Hmm. I’ll be back. Y/N, you're alright? I’ve got to go to the hotel."

"Sure, that’s fine."

Winnie nodded and left. You moved on autopilot, shelving the rest of the non-perishables and putting away dishes from the rack. 

"Hey!"

You turned, facing the open door, where a guy was marching up to you, brow drawn tight. 

"Oh. Hi?"

"Who are you?" he demanded and you froze. 

"I'm a, uh… friend. Who are you?"

"I'm Terry Gilligan, the RA for this floor. And I've never seen you here before. Steve Rogers is on a trip; Bucky Barnes is at the hospital. How did you get in here?"

"Uh, I… I have a key."

“From who?”

While you were busy trying to figure out the best answer to that, Terry ultimately decided to confirm that he was a fucking narc.

“I have to report all suspicious figures,” he announced.

“No, wait, I’m just helping out, I swear—”

"Y/N! There you are. Y'got away from me, doll."

The elevator doors slid closed, a crutch steadily digging into the carpet, and you’d never been happier in your life to see Bucky Barnes.

"Looking sharp, Ter! New haircut?"

Terry turned, brightening.

“Hey, Bucky! Oh, yeah, got a trim. I heard what happened, bro: glad you’re okay.”

Bucky sidled up next to you and you stiffened.

“Thanks, Terry. Listen, is there a problem? Y/N’s helping me out.”

Terry glanced at you doubtfully and you nodded eagerly.

“Yeah, see? I told you.” 

“She was already inside the kitchen before you came upstairs,” Terry pointed out. 

You froze, but Bucky’s smile was easy and sweet, hand resting lightly on your arm. 

"She just wanted a chance to beat me up here for once so she swiped my key," he teased. “You win, alright? Even though you’re a cheater.”

“I am not,” you immediately shot back, then bumped his hip gently to play it off. “You’re just a sore loser.”

“Hmm, is that so?” he grinned, sweet as sugar.

"That's right."

"Well, we'll just see when I'm all healed up. So, everything’s cool, right, Ter?”

"Oh, sure, sure, Bucky. Sorry ‘bout that. Jeez, you're pretty banged up."

Bucky shrugged his good shoulder. 

"Ah, 's not so bad. Certainly bearable having such a great helper.”

“Sorry 'bout that,” said Terry, turning to you. "Why didn't you just say so?"

“She got startled; you’ve never interrogated her like that,” Bucky chuckled, easily steering you inside. “I’ll see you later, my man! We’ve gotta go out for a beer one of these days, I swear.”

Bucky crowded you and you got the hint to walk as Terry called back, “yeah, what day did you want to do that?”

“Ah, we’ll play it by ear!” 

You closed the door. Bucky dropped the friendly facade immediately.

“James Buchanan Barnes, you are a sneak,” you said, impressed. 

“Gotta learn a trick or two when you’ve got an RA like that.”

“Dude’s like a bloodhound.”

Bucky took a moment to settle, then smirked.

“So. Just couldn’t get enough of me, huh?”

You folded your arms, lifting your chin.

“I was dragged here, actually, by a certain redhead. That wily… minx.”

Bucky’s brows rose.

“Why did Tasha drag you here?”

“Well, we ran into your mother—lovely woman, by the way; it’s a medical marvel you’re related—and she brought food and stuff. So we helped.”

You gestured vaguely to the hall. 

“And your clothes are in your room. Or something.”

“No kidding. You really helped her?”

“Yeah.” You put your hands on your hips. “So what?”

Bucky blinked.

“Nothing. I just… I thought Steve had given you his key and you were messin’ around in here.”

You cocked your head.

“He didn’t tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

“We broke up. After our date, actually.”

“What? Why?”

“Didn’t he say anything? You guys are best friends.”

Bucky shook his head.

“No, he… he didn’t say anything. He’s barely spoken to me since he visited me in the hospital.”

“Oh.”

“I’m sorry you guys broke up. I thought you were good together.”

You shrugged, shoulders hunched.

“Not like we were engaged.”

Bucky’s face turned odd.

“Yeah. Guess not.”

You watched him stand and wince, leaning heavily on his crutch.

“How do you feel?”

“Better,” he said, trying to look upbeat, but you could tell he was wobbly. “Arm will probably heal in a month, fingers crossed. My ankle’s gonna take about six. Gotta do physical therapy and all.”

“Wow.”

He shrugged.

“Nothing new. Football, y’know.”

“Right.”

Bucky put all his weight on his good leg and proceeded to try and wiggle his arm out of his sweatshirt sleeve. It went on for a full ten seconds. He grumbled the entire time. You cleared your throat, trying to smother a laugh.

“Need a hand?”

“Mmpf,” said the bundle of hoodie.

You guided him to the couch, setting his crutch aside. Sitting in front of him, you took the end of one sleeve, pulling up.

“Okay, lift your arm,” you instructed. 

Bucky obeyed, the sweatshirt—and the shirt underneath—lifting, revealing a thick strip of lightly tanned skin, hair sprinkled toward the dip of his sweats where—

“Wait, wait!” you said too loudly, yanking down the edge of his t-shirt, fingers pressing against warm, hard muscle. Bucky stopped.

“Wha’s a'matter?” came the muffled question, his head still completely covered by the hood.

“This isn’t gonna work,” you managed, swallowing hard. “Um… l-let’s try this.”

You gently wiggled the fabric up, up, and over, finally freeing Bucky’s arm and head. His hair was ruffled slightly, and he blew a loose curl that immediately fell back into his eye. You pushed it aside, then turned to his injured arm.

“Okay, I’m gonna be careful. Tell me if it hurts.”

He nodded, and you slowly maneuvered it off his shoulder and down his arm, making sure the t-shirt underneath didn’t decide to hitch a ride. You tossed the sweatshirt over the couch arm.

“I do have a great helper,” Bucky murmured, void of humor.

“Uh, yeah. Suppose so.”

He gave you another long look before reaching for his crutch.

“Whoa, what’re you doing?”

“I’m hungry? So I’m going to make—” Bucky stopped, glancing down at the hand on his sternum. You quickly drew back.

“Um, you shouldn't be on your feet. I’ll get it for you. Your mom would probably have my head if I let dear James take a spill in his own kitchen.”

He rolled his eyes but stayed put. 

"I'd be fine."

"How do you plan to make anything on an arm and a leg?"

"...magic?"

"Uh-huh. Let's see. She brought turkey, ham, egg salad…"

"Ham's good."

"Honey?"

"Yeah, doll?"

You leaned away from the fridge to look at him, brows furrowed. 

"What?"

"Hmm?"

"Barnes, do you want honey ham?"

"Oh. R-right. Uh, sure."

You squinted for a moment before returning to preparation. 

"You're out of mustard," you said, closing the fridge door. 

"'S okay, I don't like mustard. It's Steve's."

"You don't like mustard? It's a staple condiment." 

"Too tangy," and the accompanying pout was way too cute for Bucky’s face. 

"So you like the sweet stuff, huh?"

He grinned.

"Well—"

"Don't make a crude joke," you added quickly. 

"I wasn't gonna! Just saying that I've had pancakes for dinner more times than for breakfast."

"Oh. Well, that's alright, then."

"Although now that you mention it…"

"No," you scolded, but you were smiling. 

“No fun,” he tutted, returning your smile.

You presented the food to him with a flourish, extending your other arm out.

“For you, Football King. The greatest sandwich in all the land.”

“Aw. I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever called me.”

“Yeah, don’t get used to it. Soon as you’re healed up, it’s back to meathead and smartass.”

“Can’t wait.”

You lingered once Bucky took the plate, watching his profile for a moment until he faced you. 

"I should go," you decided, grabbing your coat. 

"Oh. Okay. You can take some food home, y'know."

"That's okay," you laughed. "Your mom already gave us two lasagnas."

"Ah. Yeah, sounds like her. Feedin' people's her love language."

You nodded.

"She's sweet."

"Yeah, she is," he smiled. 

You waited for a moment, both of you staring at the other, until…

Riiiing!

You started, patting your own pocket briefly before turning to Bucky’s coat and digging his phone out. You glanced at the screen, lips downturned as you handed him the phone. Bucky sighed and answered after the fourth ring. 

"Hey, Talia."

He put her on speaker so his arm could rest. 

"Bucky! Where have you been? I've been calling you all morning."

"I was just discharged from the hospital.”

She huffed. 

"Okay. So you're all better?"

"Well, I don't need to be in the hospital anymore. Why?"

"You forgot already?" she whined and you barely restrained yourself from rolling your eyes. 

"Sorry," Bucky said quietly. "Tell me again."

"The sorority battle! That troll Carol Danvers thinks she's gonna beat me over some lame Valentine's breakfast. But Kappa Alpha Theta is obviously going to win. And mine is going to have alcohol and that's way better than some stupid pancakes."

"Pancakes are good," mumbled Bucky and you smiled at him. He returned it gratefully. 

"Yeah, maybe for a faculty brunch," she snorted. "Anyway, you have to come."

"Talia, I'm still in pain from what happened…"

"You're up and about, right? Didn't the doctor say movement is good?"

"Yeah, in PT. But ideally I should rest."

Talia groaned. 

"Bucky bear, you barely have to do anything! I won't make you move boxes. All you have to do is show up because then the other football guys will also show up and then I'll definitely win." 

"But don't you—"

"Well, I guess Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson won't," Talia continued. "Since they're dating two of Carol's cronies." She giggled. "I still can't believe Steve is dating that Y/N girl. She's not even that—"

"Y/N's my friend," Bucky cut her off, sharper than you'd ever heard him. "Don't talk about her like that. And they're not cronies. 'Least you could do is be a good sport."

"Ugh, what's gotten into you, Bucky?" Talia scoffed. "You used to be so fun. Now you're like, all preachy."

He looked at you, then back at the phone.

"It's not preachy to care about people.” 

"Fine. Whatever. Maybe go take one of your pain pills, since you're obviously in a mood."

The line dropped. Bucky set his phone down with a sigh. The air felt thick and you shifted.

"I’m sorry about that. She's…" 

"It's okay," you shrugged. "I've had my share of territorial sorority ladies this month. You're quite popular."

"Still. They shouldn't say that stuff."

"I agree. You're a person, not a thing for them to bat around."

Bucky blinked, startled. Your hand tightened around your coat. 

"I should—"

The door opened to reveal Winnie with the heat-safe containers and a bunch of other things. 

"Bucky, are you—oh, hi, dear! Oh, did you need a ride? I'm so sorry, Y/N, I saw that Nat and Sam had left and I just assumed you'd gone with them…"

"That's okay," you smiled. "It's a short walk to my dorm from here, Mrs. Barnes."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, really, it's okay."

"Alright." She turned her attention to Bucky as she set everything on the counters. "How do you feel, bubby?"

Bucky flushed and you bit back a smile at the name. 

"'M okay, Ma. Doc said a month for my arm."

"Well, good. How many times have I told you to wear your gear?"

"I was wearing my gear!" Bucky insisted. 

"Y/N, was he wearing his gear?"

You glanced at Bucky, whose eyes were pleading and you felt your resolve melt.

"Well, I-I think so? He was playing hockey."

"Now I know he wasn’t wearing gear.”

"It wasn't his fault, Mrs. Barnes," you continued. "I was ice skating for the first time and ended up being a giant klutz. I almost crashed into a tree, but Bucky was there."

You met his eye. 

"I didn't see it at first but now… I think I do."

"Bucky, you didn't tell me that," said Winnie. 

"I’ll… I’ll tell you about it later, Ma."

"I'm gonna go," you announced a little too loudly, and Winnie looked at you. 

"Alright. Thank you so much for your help, Y/N. And Natasha has the lasagnas, right?"

"Yep. You're welcome, Mrs. Barnes. It was nice to meet you."

Winnie glanced at Bucky, then at you. 

"It was nice to meet you too, dear."

You nodded. 

"Feel better, Bucky. Don't work yourself too hard."

"Sure, Y/N. Thanks."

You slipped out quickly, pausing outside the door as it closed behind you. Bucky laughed, the sound bright despite being muffled. Your heart thumped wildly. 

“Fuck.”

[wri0thesley]

A Well Rounded Education (1): Suspension (Fem!Reader x Toji Fushiguro, 5k)

series synopsis: You are a teacher’s aid to teacher Gojo Satoru, training to be able to take over your own class next year by shadowing and helping him out. Gojo does not make things easy for anybody.

chapter synopsis: One of your favourite students has been suspended for fighting, and Gojo has palmed off the meeting with his guardian to go through all of the paperwork and facts and conditions on you. “Don’t worry,” Gojo says. “It’ll be Megumi’s sister, she always takes care of this kind of stuff!”. Gojo is wrong.

NSFW. AFAB reader, fem pronouns. dom/sub dynamics, light fearplay and predator/prey elements. piv sex.

(a well rounded education m.list and navigation)

1.

“I’ve got all these other parents to deal with,” Gojo whines at you, pushing the papers into your hands. “And I hate paperwork, and I don’t have time to meet with Megumi’s family today – hell, if it were up to me, the kid wouldn’t even be suspended! Those guys had it coming!”

Gojo is not a very good teacher. Both of you know that – no matter how justified – violence never solves violence. Gojo, you think, would let these kids fight it out in an arena instead of solving things like an adult. You heave a large sigh as you look down at the papers detailing Megumi Fushiguro’s three-day suspension for fighting during school hours.

You’d seen Megumi before he’d gone home. He hadn’t had so much as a scratch on him; his face set in a frown, his arms crossed, his eyes downcast. You’d sighed at him and asked him if he was alright, and he’d shrugged.

He’s not a very talkative boy at the best of times, and you suppose that the suspension and the fight and the mini uproar it had caused in the school aren’t helping be any more verbose. You’d said goodbye to him and said that you hoped he thought about what had transpired today, your heart aching a little bit that you couldn’t be any more help to him.

You’d seen the three boys Megumi had got into a fight with, too. They had not gotten off so scot-free – they were bleeding noses, scraped cheeks, bruised eyes. At the very least, you don’t think any of them will get on Megumi’s wrong side again.

Gojo has to meet with all three of their parents tonight to give them the full story of why their children are so roughed up and what’s being done about it; a position that’s been doled out to him, you’re sure, because Principal Masamichi blames him for the incident and is punishing him. You can’t deny that seeing Gojo actually get punished for something is nice, but--

“Won’t they be mad to see me instead of you?” You ask him, biting your lip. “I mean . . . you’re his teacher. I’m just your aid.”

“Oh,” Gojo’s eyebrows rise behind his glasses. “No, it’ll be Megumi’s sister who’ll come, she’s a sweetheart! She’ll nod at you and say mournfully that she’ll talk to him and you’ll give her the paperwork, and that’s all – job done! Honestly, if I could palm this off on you and talk to Tsumiki instead, I’d do it in a heartbeat--”

“This is your job,” you tell him, exasperated, and he laughs wide and open. You’re not really supposed to get like this with him – if he were any other teacher, you’re sure that the exasperation and sighing and half-snapping you do would have had you thrown out of their class – but Gojo treats your irritation with him as if it’s the funniest thing that has ever happened. “You’re supposed to be good at dealing with this kind of thing!”

He shrugs.

“You’ll be fine!” He tells you, again. “Honestly, this isn’t the first time this has happened with Megumi and it won’t be the last. That kid’s got a right hook that could knock out an elephant!”

You do not ask him how he knows this. Asking too many questions of Gojo is always flirting with danger; you never know when his mouth will flash into a grin and you’ll suddenly be barraged with a flood of words and stories that don’t quite make sense and never seem to have a concrete end. But you can’t resist one last question – just in case it comes up. After all, it seems that Gojo has spoken to Tsumiki enough times for him to at least kind of know her--

“His sister?”

Gojo looks at you, and for a moment the shroud of capricious energy lifts from him, and he seems entirely serious. You’ve noticed this particular change in him only a few times – and often, those times have been about the more difficult backstories of students.

“His father isn’t around very often,” he says, eventually. “He’s some kind of something or other, Megumi never really says, but whatever he does, there’s a lot of travelling involved. Tsumiki’s his older sister – she’s twenty one, and she’s been more of a parent to him than it seems like his dad has.”

No wonder Megumi always seems suspicious and tired of Gojo. Something about his flighty nature probably strokes the back of Megumi’s psyche, where annoyances about an absent father are kept. You sigh, turning away and shaking your head to rid yourself of the idea of psychoanalysing the students.

“Alright,” you say wearily. “I’ll talk to Tsumiki.”

2.

You’re nervous as you set up for the meeting. You know Gojo had said that this would be easy, that Tsumiki was very sweet and would probably apologise to you for Megumi being a problem – but still! This is the first time you’ve ever met any of your students’ guardian figures in any capacity. You feel kind of bad that it had to be for this kind of news, actually – ordinarily, you like Megumi a lot. He’s very intense and serious and clever, and you think that he has a bright future ahead of him when the trials of being a twelve year old boy finally are over – but this meeting isn’t for saying things like that. This meeting is for giving details of the three day suspension that Megumi has gotten for – you check the paperwork again – fighting three boys by himself on one of the sports courts, making them bleed and . . . breaking one of their arms? No wonder Gojo had seemed so miserable at the thought of meeting with the victims’ parents.

You sigh, running a hand through your hair, making sure that it still sits as neatly as you’d arranged it that morning. You check the clock to see you still have two minutes before anyone is due – you discreetly check your lipstick in a compact mirror (yesterday you’d had it on your teeth and you hadn’t realised until Mai had pointed it out with a laugh in her voice), smooth out your pencil skirt, tug at your stockings to make sure they’re pulled up and not wrinkling about your ankles . . .

And then, you wait.

The clock is straight across from you, so you’re able to see as Tsumiki is five minutes late, and then ten minutes late, and then fifteen. The tick-tock echoes in the room as your leg bounces against the floor, anxiety making you want to gnaw all of the carefully applied lipstick off of your mouth. From what Gojo had said, this doesn’t sound like Tsumiki at all – you’re just about to give up and pack all of your things away, figuring maybe she’d called into the office to say she couldn’t make it and telling you had been neglected, when the door slams open.

You rush to your feet, your sensible heels clacking on the ground.

“Miss Fushi--”

Your voice peters away.

The person stood in the doorway is, you’re certain, absolutely not Tsumiki Fushiguro.

For one thing, it’s a man. For another thing . . . well. You’re not entirely sure that a man with that expression on his face would ever be described to anyone as a ‘sweetheart’. Your frightened eyes linger on him for another moment, really taking in the broad shoulders and the muscles and the hair falling over his face, the dark, green eyes that are glaring at you like you’ve interrupted something very important. There’s a scar by his mouth that you also do your best not to stare at, just in the same way you avoid staring at how the form-fitting t-shirt he’s wearing clings to a muscled abdomen.

“It’s Mr, actually,” he says, which seems absurd in the face of him, standing there. He raises one eyebrow at you. “You were expecting my daughter, right?”

(You don’t know it, but Toji Fushiguro has gotten a read on you in less than a moment. He’s seen the wide eyes and the pretty mouth and the neatly appointed outfit, the pencil tucked behind your ear, the slightest tremble faced with his imposing presence – the fear as you’d seen the scar and the smoulder and the body. You’re adorable.)

“I . . . uuh--” Your cheeks are hot. You nod, weakly, and he walks into the room proper, the door swinging shut behind him with a deafening click. There’s danger in every one of this man’s movements, like a wolf who has finally cornered a little rabbit. You are feeling inexorably like prey, at this moment in time.

“I was expecting a man,” he says, shrugging. He sits at the chair in front of Gojo’s desk, pulled up just for him. He looks huge in the classroom; his shoulders too wide, his biceps bulging from the sleeve of the shirt. You don’t think this man was intending to be in a school classroom right now. “I guess you’re not Mr Gojo, huh? Gotta say,” he shoots you a grin that’s dangerous, everything about him is threatening. “I much prefer this development.”

“Oh,” you’re blustering, and it’s so cute. You sit back down in the chair with a quiet displacement of air, agitation in your fingers as you rake through the papers on the desk. Said desk is incredibly messy; Toji doesn’t think it’s yours. He ought to feel mad that they’ve palmed him off on some little assistant who’s probably not even fully qualified yet – instead, he’s watching your hands trembling and your teeth nibbling on your pretty mouth. “Y-yes, G-Gojo’s dealing with the parents of the other party--”

“My kid got into a fight, yeah?” He asks. “Decked ‘em pretty good, from what I heard.” You wince at his words, and that’s cute too.

“Megumi’s a good boy,” you say. “He’s just . . . got his own sense of justice, I think.” You look down at the papers, and your eyes seem to focus, back in a more comforting zone. “He’s been suspended for three days, and when he comes back, he’s on probation.”

“What’s that mean for him?” Toji asks, promptly, though something about the way he says it suggests to you he doesn’t really care. There’s a lightness, an airiness in his tone that sets you all off-kilter.

“It just means we’ll probably keep an especial eye on him. He’ll get a report that’ll need signing off on at the end of every period, someone will check up on it--” You see one of Gojo’s scrawled notes in the margin of the paperwork. You wince. “I’ll be in charge of it, actually. Making sure everyone’s happy with his behaviour for a few weeks--”

“How old are you, sweetheart?”

The question makes you jump. You’re like a doe in headlights, looking up at him. You blink slowly.

“I—I don’t think that’s an appropriate question, Mr Fushiguro,” you say, prim. That’s cute, too. He likes breaking prim and proper things like you. “I’m—I’m doing my training. I’m working as an aid here for a year, and then I’ll be qualified to be in charge of my own class.” There’s a hint of pride in your words, there.

“Toji,” he says. “That’s my name. You haven’t gotta call me ‘Mr Fushiguro’. I’m not tryna’ be pushy,” but he’s inched forward. His elbows are resting on Gojo’s desk, in front of you – he rests his chin on his folded hands, sharp eyes regarding you as if you’re something he wants to devour. “Y’just look tense.”

“This is the first time I’ve met a student’s parent,” you admit, though the minute it’s left your mouth you’re regretting it. Like you’re admitting to some kind of weakness. This close to him, you can see there’s a dark red stain on one of his wrists, like dried blood. Your stomach is tying itself in knots. It’s not helping that his forearms are so big, ridged with muscle.

“That so?” His eyes gleam. “What d’ya think of me?”

You don’t actually need to answer him. He can see it in the way your eyes keep nervously skimming over him. The way your lips are shining in the light. The bob of your throat as you swallow.

“Mr Fushiguro--”

“I told you to call me Toji,” his voice is almost mocking. You watch him lean over the table like you’re somewhere far away from the action – watch his hand reach out and cup your face, calloused thumb brushing your cheek, like you’re a ghost in the corner of the room. His palms feel like they’re burning hot. “You’re tremblin’, little lamb.”

You had thought you’d felt like a rabbit – shy, ready to run at any moment. But the moment his hand is on you, you’re docile – too scared to scamper away. You suppose you are like a lamb, staring a wolf straight on in the face, too stupid or too pliant to use your common sense and run.

“I . . . I shouldn’t,” you say, voice trembling just as much as the rest of you. Toji’s smirk hasn’t left his face. You’re saying you shouldn’t, but he just bets if he reached further down and unbuttoned your blouse, your nipples would pebble for him – he just bets there’s a wet stain on your underwear, right now. He can always tell when someone’s turned on by the idea of playing with fire.

“I wouldn’t mind spendin’ a few weeks with you in charge of me,” he muses, and then chuckles humourlessly, correcting himself. “Sorry. Lemme rephrase that. I’d rather be in charge of you, but--”

Oh, he sees that. The little flash in your eyes, an imperceptible contract of your shoulders. If you weren’t behind the desk, he bets he’d have seen your thighs press together too. Girls like you are just so fucking predictable, and he loves it every single time. There’s just something that’s so much fun about breaking them – making them submit, admit that him being so close with the scent of something-that-might-be-death clinging to him turns them on like nothing else. Your attempts at being haughty and polite and proud have just made the stirring between his thighs harder to ignore. You’re such a cute, neat, demure little thing – by the end of this meeting, he’s going to have his way with you, you bet.

“M-Mr Fushiguro,” you say, trying to wrest back control of yourself – honestly, he’s pissed you aren’t listening to him, but the title’s kind of endearing. You’re trying so hard! Pity you’re going to lose all of your manners when you’re bent over this desk with his cock inside you. You haven’t even moved your face away from his hand. “I-I have to give you these papers.”

He stands up, pulling his own touch away from your cheek. Stretches. Your eyes are drawn to the brief expanse of his stomach, just above his trousers – the dark line of hair leading down to . . . Oh, God. You shouldn’t have thought about that. The grin on his face is cocky, and you know that he knows you were looking.

“I’m just gonna throw ‘em in the trash, sweetheart,” he says to you. “Now. Let’s talk about the elephant in the room, yeah?” He steps closer to you. You totter to your feet, half-unsure, half driven by the low ache between your legs and the thrum of desire that’s been reverberating through you since the moment he’d carelessly thrown out how much happier he was to see you than Gojo. You have to tilt your head up a little when he comes closer. You’d thought you realised how massive he was when he’d walked through the door, but that’s nothing compared to how his size seems to dwarf you. Every unkind thought you’ve ever had about your body or your face seems to have gone out of the window as his heated green gaze hungrily drinks you in. You know it’s the stare of some predator who’s going to devour you, and you still feel transformed. Your breath catches in your throat as his hand idly comes to the top of your blouse buttons, a finger brushing the place in your throat where your pulse is beating its unsteady rhythm.

“Whaddya say, little lamb?” He grins down at you. “Gonna let yourself be caught by the big bad wolf?”

You’re supposed to be telling this man about his son’s misbehaviour, giving him all of the paperwork that Gojo had thrust at you, getting him to say he’ll talk to his kid and try and make sure that it won’t happen again. You shouldn’t be tipping your head back further, letting his fingertips lodge dangerously in the hollow of your throat, flirting with the place where your windpipe is. You shouldn’t be breathing out, all of your pretty prissiness and good morals and pride disappearing where you stand in the face of one of your students’ really hot dad.

“Yes,” you breathe.

And Toji wastes no time.

3.

He doesn’t even bother unbuttoning your blouse; just drags his hand down, and the buttons pop off, scattering on the floor. You gasp at the show of strength, and Toji is still grinning, clearly enjoying that you’re admiring him. His hand pulls at the fabric, until your breasts are fair falling out of it, the blouse wrestles off your skin.

“You’re wearin’ something like this at work?” He asks you, giving a tug to the gore of your bra. You hadn’t done enough washing this week, and the one you’re wearing is all filmy white lace. “Almost like you knew I was comin’ huh?” His grin is crooked. You tremble as you reach behind you, undoing the clasp – and for that, you get a murmur of ‘good girl’ that has your knees turning to jelly.

He whistles as the bra drops from you, his gaze admiring. He takes in the spill of your breasts, the little peaks of your nipples. He takes handfuls of them, squeezing them in his big hands, his fingertips digging in so painfully you can imagine that you’ll have bruises in the shape of his fingers tomorrow. The idea doesn’t disgust you.

He lowers his head to kiss you. He’s not gentle with you for a moment – his teeth immediately nip at your bottom lip, kissing you hungrily like you’re the first taste of sugar for a man who’s lived on nothing but bread for months. His tongue licks at your lips, begging entrance – dancing against your own when you helplessly open those same lips, demanding in the exact same way Toji is.

He pinches your nipple between thumb and forefinger, delighting in how quickly the bud hardens. He rolls it between them, toying with it, enjoying the soft noises you make that get caught in his mouth. If he wasn’t kissing you, he thinks, you’d be bleating like a lamb right now. Huffing and whimpering. When he finally gets his cock in you, he’ll have to remember to clap a hand over your mouth so you don’t attract too much attention.

Your other nipple is given the same treatment, hot lightning bolts of pleasure ricocheting from the touch of Toji’s calloused fingers to the spot between your legs. You’re grateful for how solid Toji is – if he were any less so, you’re sure you’d be buckling over where you stand.

He pulls back with a final, marking nip to your lower lip, almost hard enough to make you bleed. You whine, and a dark chuckle spills out of his lips in response.

“Toji,” you whimper as he pulls away. You miss the feel of his body pressed against yours like a physical ache. His hands encircle your thighs, pushing you up onto the edge of Gojo’s desk, clever fingers already pushing your tight pencil skirt up so it’s bunched around your waist.

He kind of misses ‘Mr Fushiguro’ now it’s gone, but the sight of your stockings digging into your thighs soon chases the thought from his mind. He guesses your skirt is more than long and tight enough to make sure nobody gets a glimpse, but oh . . . that you’d be walking around all day, like that, with nobody to fuck you silly--

He can’t help but let his hands knead the soft skin, the flesh, his thumbs imprinting so hard in the plush that you squirm. He’s pressing your thighs apart, now – revealing the modest underwear, the soaking wet patch where he can see the outline of your plump labia lips.

With your legs spread, he can smell how turned on you are. Oh, yeah – he knows your type, alright.

“Ain’t you cute?” He says, chuckling. “You really want me to do you over this desk?”

“You can’t leave me like this--” Your voice is reedy, breathy, almost petulant – at another time, he’d make you beg for it. He’d take his time over you. But although the idea of being caught fucking the cute little teacher’s aid is briefly appealing, he doesn’t really want to make a whole load of trouble for himself when his cock is practically begging to be sheathed inside your wet holes. “Please--”

It’s the please that does it. It’s always the ‘please’ that does it for Toji. He chuckles, smirks, crooked grin – all of it feels like it’s mixing together in your mind, your throat very dry as nothing seems to matter right now except the fact that your sex is practically pulsing with how empty it is, and you think that the hot hard stiffness pressing against your thighs would really help alleviate some of that.

“Aww,” he says, fiddling with his zip and underwear, grabbing his cock and giving it a cursory pump just so you can admire the sheer size of him. “Don’t worry, little lamb. I’ll give ya what you need.”

He gets what he wants. Your eyes, as big and dark as the eyes of a doe – the soft choke of breath as you get to see the size of it, so big his own fingertips don’t quite meet. It’s the kind of cock that could ruin you for somebody else – and you’ve had sex before, of course, but you’ve never taken anything quite like that--

“That’s cute,” Toji murmurs, pressing forward, nestling his slick cock-head between your soaking wet thighs. “Wish you could have seen what a picture your face made just then. Afraid I’m gonna tear you in two?”

He might – he might, you think. But you pout at him and Toji’s cock throbs, as he glides the slick glans through the mess of your arousal, wetting himself even further. Your breath hitches, your hips doing a cute little jerk as it brushes your swollen clit. He can’t help himself but swirl the head over it some more, making your breath catch and whine, bleating like a little lamb--

He sinks his hips forward, and your fingers flex on the edge of the desk, knuckles white, at the relentless sear of his cock driving you open. You feel so stretched out, and he’s barely a third of the way in – he can’t help but watch your expression. He always likes to see someone the first time they’re impaled on his cock – the glassy eyes, slack jaw, the pleasure-cum-pain in their faces. He wants to take a picture of you and keep it in his wallet so he can pump one out to the sight of you when he’s on business trips and too busy to go out and find himself a hole to fuck.

“How’s that feel?” He asks you, so soft and low that you barely catch it. Another slow inch. He lets you feel every ridge, every vein, every bump of his shaft. You can hear your heartbeat in your ears.

“F-full—” you gasp.

“I bet,” Toji replies – and then, he bottoms out inside you. His eyes look down to where the two of you are joined; the slick fluid leaking out of you, all heat and needy. “You fit me like a glove.”

Your cheeks heat at the compliment, at the lewd way he’s looking at your spread open cunt – the way your hole is fluttering around him, the peeking pearl of your clit. He’s studying you like he wants to learn you by heart.

“Head’s up,” he says. “I’m gonna fuck you now.”

You’re about to open your mouth, and ask him what he’s doing right at that moment if he hasn’t started fucking you yet – but then, he’s dragged almost the entire length of his cock out of you in one savage thrust and is immediately spearing it back into you, his pace brutal. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, your back hitting the solid, flat surface of Gojo’s desk so that you’re flat out with your thighs wrapped around Toji’s hips.

If he weren’t so entranced by the feel of your walls fluttering around him, trying to suck him in further and deeper, so tight that you’re basically a vice, he’d grab you by your hair and force you to stay seated whilst he fucked you. But right now, you feel so good that all he can think about is his own release. The wet sounds of his cock gliding in and out of you, the squelch of your arousal and slick making every pump easier and easier. You feel so good. You’re tighter than he even imagined you could be, so good that he kind of wants to take you home and have you take up permanent residence in his bed.

You’re moaning, your back arching with every one of his thrusts – taking it admirably. There’s pain in your moans, yes – he supposes he could have prepared you better, had you come on his fingers a couple of times, if time were not of the essence – but they’re the pained moans of someone who likes to be hurt a little bit.

With every rock of his cock inside of you, he hits some new spot that you’ve never had stoked before, makes the heat and need inside of you swim just a little bit closer to the forefront. You don’t even notice you’re moaning and whining until a big hand slaps over your mouth, rough, hot palm against your lips, smearing your lipstick.

“You’re gonna be a good girl and stay quiet,” Toji says to you, through those savage thrusts of his cock inside of you. “You don’t want your . . . your fuckin’ . . . anyone walkin’ in on you being railed by your student’s dad, do you?” You shake your head, but he feels the throb of your cunt around his cock, the way your walls contract, and he adds it to the store of things he’s learning about you. Always the quiet ones, right? Always the proper ones who look as though they’ve never even seen a cock--

The feel of him inside you is absolutely dizzying, so much and so full that you can no longer think. His cock batters against a certain place in your channel, a textured wall – and before you know it, everything is going dizzy and black and white like exploding fireworks, your chest bursting into heat, your inner walls getting so tight around Toji as you come that he thinks you’ll be the one to fucking break him.

Oh, you’re adorable, creaming on his cock – the slick gush of your arousal around him, the dreamy cast in your eye, the fact he can feel you drooling against his palm. He increases the speed of his own thrusts, chasing his release through the weak aftershocks and smaller pulses of you around him, through the over-sensitive squirming of your cute little cunt, the fact that tears are pooling in your eyes at how much everything is suddenly feeling--

He groans and the hand still clinging to your thigh is suddenly pressing so hard you think he’ll snap your bone, ragged breath;

“Fu—fuuuck, sweetheart, you’re gonna take it all, that’s right, good girl--” in between belaboured, ragged pumps, his cock twitching as he manages to pull out at the last moment and his release spills all over your thighs, luridly glistening wet in the overhead fluorescent lights.

That’s another moment he’d take a picture of, if he could.

He’s not the kind of man who waits around. He gives himself ten seconds, to catch his breath, to admire your plush thighs painted with his come, before he’s tucking himself back into his trousers and zipping zippers and doing buttons. He shoves his hands into his pockets, bouncing on the balls of his feet for a second – double checking he’s left nothing of his in the classroom.

Yep. All clear.

He turns to leave, air of cocky confidence back – you only just see the shifting muscles in his back as he turns to go, leaving you where you are. You’re lucky he’s so tall, or you’d probably barely have seen him in front of the door frame (you didn’t even lock the door, anyone could have walked in at any time! You don’t even want to know what Gojo would say if he’d walked in to his aid being fucked like a slut across his desk).

“W-wait,” you say, weakly, still sprawled over the desk with his come cooling on your thighs. You manage to prop yourself up on your elbows, but your entire body feels like it’s just taken a battering. He takes a look back at you from the door, dragging a big hand through his hair, his crooked grin still on his face. You look so pretty like that – all fucked out and messy, the shine taken off of you. “T-the paperwork--”

You’re not sure where said paperwork is. Underneath you, maybe? You hope it didn’t get soaked.

“Told ya’,” he says, dismissively. “I’m just gonna throw it in the trash. Thanks for the fun, sweetheart. See y’around, huh? I should do stuff for the kid’s academic career more often.”

The door slams shut behind him.