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[wishbonedean]

Supernatural *is* a horror show first and foremost.

it has been said before but i feel the need to state again that the finale of supernatural is not only the most insane case of accidentally making a soul crushing psychological horror while trying to make a satisfying conclusion but the only case of that happening ever (at least to my knowledge.) i’ve seen bad tv endings, but never a tv ending that was trying to be comforting instead telling me that all of my worst nightmares are true and that me and the ones i hold close will never ever love openly without fear. again, so many before me have made this point but god. they killed him on rebar. he never got to be free

[bklynsboys]

The Theory on Other Halves

pairing: spencer reid x reader summary: "there's an old buddhist saying, i once read, that when you meet your soulmate, remember that the act to bring you together was 500 years in the making." genre: fluff word count: 1k author's notes: i wrote this because this particular line of spencer's is one of my absolute favorites! i think it's really beautiful how all of the people we love were meant to be in our lives since 500 years ago. and of course, as a fan of space & constellations, i had to insert it into this fic. enjoy <3

THE AIR HUNG HEAVY WITH THE AFTERMATH OF A PARTICULARLY BRUTAL CASE—TYPICAL FOR A DAY IN THE BAU. Dust specks danced in the pale slivers of moonlight filtering through the blinds. Hotch decided it'd be best to give the team a few hours to rest in the motel before heading back home. If it were up to you, you'd be back in your bed as soon as humanly��possible, but rooming with the resident genius, Dr. Spencer Reid—the object of your unspoken affections—is an opportunity you wouldn't miss.

For months, the two of you have shared a silent dance of exchanged glances and shared interests. Your colleagues, particularly the girls whom you confided in, seemed to think it was mutual. Now, you sat across from each other on motel beds, a comfortable silence blanketing the room. You traced a thoughtful finger along the rim of your empty coffee cup.

"You have a constellation," he said softly, breaking the stillness.

Your gaze flicked to Spencer, then down to your arm where his hand had landed. A faint scattering of moles dotted the inside of your forearm, resembling a modicum of stars. A small smile tugged at your lips.

"Looks like Ursa Major," he mused, tracing the pattern with his finger. "Though perhaps a little worse for wear, and without the usual bright light, of course."

You chuckled, mirroring his action on your arm. There, nestled just below your elbow, was a crescent moon birthmark, a surprise you always enjoyed revealing.

"Here's another one," you offered.

He turned his hand, examining the crescent with a childlike curiosity. " It's beautiful," he said simply.

"Did you know," Spencer added softly, his voice barely a murmur, "that the ancient Greek saw Ursa Major as a bear?"

You tilted your head, surprised by the random fact. " A bear?"

A smile played on his lip. " Apparently, the constellation's asterism resembled the animal to them. Makes you wonder what they saw in the night sky that we don't."

"Well, my mom had a different take on that," you began, a fond memory surfacing. " She used to say my moon and stars meant I'd meet a space nerd someday who'd love these marks, and we'd be orbiting each other, kind of like the Earth and the sun. She was into soulmates, you see, and space."

The conversation flowed easily, a map of your bodies sketched through shared stories. You pointed to a jagged scar on your knee, the fading memory of you running around and ending up with a scrape on your knee. He, in turn, showed you the faint line on his palm, a souvenir from a particularly enthusiastic attempt at a science experiment as a child.

Your fingers trailed down the faint scar near his hairline, so faint one wouldn't notice it if they weren't looking at Spencer's face intently. "What's this from?" you asked gently.

Spencer chuckled. " You know, how I have really bad coordination?" He sighed. " I was lost in a book, I ran straight into a doorpost. My mom called me 'Crash' after that."

You squeezed his hand gently, a silent understanding passing between you. You knew how much Spencer cherished his mom, especially with her health declining. Sharing stories about her felt like a tender offering of his vulnerability.

He returned the gesture, his thumb tracing the faint outline of a mango-shaped birthmark on your back. " My mom swears it's from all the mangoes she craved while pregnant," you said with a laugh, remembering your childhood debates about the science behind birthmarks.

As the night wore on, your exploration became a conversation without words. You ended up curled up on one bed. You ran your fingers over the slight dip in his lower back, a lingering ache from a wrestling match between an unsub gone wrong. He skimmed his thumb across the freckle dusting your shoulder, a map of sun-drenched summer days.

There was no urgency, no pressure. Just a quiet appreciation for the way your bodies, like your minds, fit together, like puzzle pieces worn from being fitted together—entangled from experiences, both big and small. In the faint intimacy, you found a deeper connection, a comfort that transcended beyond just physical.

Suddenly, Spencer spoke, his voice soft. " Maybe your mom was right, you know."

"Right about what?" You murmured, head tilting at the man's question.

His gaze met yours, a thoughtful crease furrowing his brow. " About finding your soulmate," he said hesitantly. " There's an old Buddhist saying, I once read, that when you meet your soulmate, remember that the act to bring you together was 500 years in the making."

A thoughtful hum escaped your lips. " That's beautiful, Spencer," you whispered.

He continued, a hint of a smile playing on his lips, "Plato once wrote humans used to have four arms, four legs, and two faces, but Zeus split us in half as a punishment for our pride, and we were destined to walk the Earth searching for our other half."

A soft blush crept up your neck. You hadn't expected such a personal turn in the conversation.

"Plato," you murmured, surprised." The one who wasn't a big fan of the soulmate idea, right?"

Spencer's lips curved into a small smile.

"True," he admitted. "But even a brilliant mind like his couldn't deny the undeniable pull we sometimes feel towards certain people. Maybe the Greeks weren't so far off . Maybe the stars, the constellations, these little imperfections on our skin... Maybe they all tell us a story of where we belong."

His words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken meaning. You found yourself captivated by the way the moonlight glinted in his eyes.

"So," you finally spoke, your voice barely a whisper, "are you saying we're destined to be wandering halves searching for the other?"

Spencer shook his head slowly, his gaze never leaving yours. "No," he said, his voice a smooth cadence. " Maybe... Maybe we already found each other."

The silence that followed was thick with unspoken sentiments. The air crackled with a tension that both terrified and exhilarated you. Your heart hammered against your ribs, a frantic drumbeat to the quiet reverberation of the night. Curled beside him, Spencer's arm draped casually across you, its weight a comforting presence, you drifted off to sleep.

A faint smile touched Spencer's lips as he listened to your soft snores. "Good night," he whispered into the darkness.

[yierrem]

dating headcanons - zzzero men edition pt. 2 ☆〜（ゝ。∂）

ft. gn! reader x asaba harumasa, billy kid, and seth lowell ; a follow up to my previous dating hcs (which can be found here) and a response to a request ( ^ω^ ) first post of the year（≧∇≦）i hope you enjoy reading!!

asaba harumasa

very clingy. when you're not together, he'd be texting you random little updates or beg for your attention just for the sake of talking to you if calling momentarily isn't an option. sometimes he tries to use you as an excuse to get out of work, but after he's done it a couple of times, you've become immune to always bending to his whims and suddenly he's whining about how you don't love him anymore.

["wait i'll look at your texts later brb love u ^3^" "so you hate me."]

an avid quality time enjoyer, if i've ever seen one. he's content with lazing around with you or doing mundane tasks that don't require much physical effort. likes cuddling against you when you're just sitting engrossed in doing something with your hands and reading or watching something together.

even though he usually appears and acts lighthearted, deep down, he's genuinely happy with you and the relationship you share. he cherishes every moment you can spend together and wishes it could go on for as long as he lives. you're the person he refers to as family when on one of his much-dreaded doctor appointments.

alongside the nightmares he already has regarding his sickness, he'd have times when he'd wake up in a cold sweat from dreams of losing or leaving you and the people he cares for. thankfully, on the days you sleep over, he has you; he's comforted by the sight of your sleeping figure and clings to you for the rest of the night.

on a lighter note, sharing a bed with this man is probably a chaotic experience on a dreamless night; initially, you'd both fall into slumber comfortably cuddled against each other, but the following morning, one of you would be seconds away from suffocating in a vice grip.

billy kid

loves playing games with you. he's usually competitive when playing against you but when you're both on a team together, he's suddenly the biggest cheerleader there is. if both of you lose, that's totally fine! you'll get it next time. what matters to him is that you had fun together.

deeply appreciates it and enjoys when you match him nerd-for-nerd, even if you don't share a lot of similar interests. you take turns randomly info-dumping about any piece of media or activity you're into and both of you pay genuine attention to whatever the other is talking about. he loves listening to you passionately talk or share anything about any topic because you do the same for him.

adding on to the previous point: both of you make jokes about liking your favorite fictional characters or celebrities more, just to be playfully petty.

["if you had to choose between me or monica, who would you pick?" "...well, yes!" "..." "alright, then. between me and /insert favorite character/--" "that's unimportant."]

after spending so much time with him, you already know which maintenance products he likes for himself or his guns. kind of like how other people know what shampoo or body wash their partner prefers. when you see he's running out and you buy them without telling him, he'll notice and be weeping tears of joy.

if you take a while to open up to him about certain things, he's alright with that and will tell you to take your time or give you the space you need. he's been the same when it comes to sharing his past with other people and understands that some things do take courage to tell.

seth lowell

despite having been in a relationship for a while, he most likely still gets easily flustered from any vaguely flirty quip and intimate gesture that comes from you. you could use this knowledge to your advantage but do have mercy on the poor guy.

[there was one instance where you gave him a quick peck on the lips without giving much thought to it before leaving and all he could do was stay where he was with his brain buffering for a whole minute.]

even though he's somewhat shy about expressing his admiration or appreciation for you and sometimes stumbles through his words when doing so, he's sincere in everything he says and does for you.

you're one of the very few people he trusts with touching his tail and ears. it's come to the point where when you're both just laying together, he wouldn't mind the feeling of your fingers gently rubbing on a certain spot on his ears while you run your fingers through his hair.

he appreciates that you see him for who he is and acknowledge his efforts to get where he is now. your affirmations, whether spoken or unspoken, mean much to him and he feels like he can truly be comfortable when he's around you.

sometimes, he unknowingly acts or does very attractive things and it just blows your mind. he'd steer you by the waist from bumping into things or, if you're shorter, accidentally pin you against a wall/surface when trying to reach for something from a high place because he just wants to help! you should be more careful, you know. but you've already mentally imploded while your sweet, sweet boyfriend remains clueless.

[felassan]

David Gaider on Kieran, under a cut for length:

"CHARACTERS - DAY TWO: Kieran (Technically this is an addendum to yesterday, but I make the rules here so nyah!) Heading into DAI, I had a bite-sized problem on my hands. I knew Morrigan would feature. I also knew we were importing previous choices. So now I had to contend with: the Old God Baby. Here's the thing about honouring previous game choices, from a design perspective: it's a sucker's game. What many fans picture, when you mention it, is divergent *plot* -- the story changes path based on those major choices. How exciting! But you will never be able to deliver divergent plot. You can deliver flavour differences (usually in the form of divergent dialogue), character swaps (character X appears instead of Y), and extra content (such as a side quest) -- but plot branching, particularly the critical path? It's a question of resources, and there's never enough to go around. "Here Lies the Abyss" in DAI was about as good as it gets, and even that was a far cry from how I originally pictured it (hello last-minute insert of Stroud when a DAO Warden import got cut). The Old God Baby was one of the main choices from DAO -- Morrigan has a baby? With the Archdemon's soul?! Most DAO players who flagged that choice surely expected *monumental* consequences. World-shaking consequences! And we talked about it. We did. There were, like, three different designs of the DAI ending where OGB Kieran could cause complete divergence: new path, cutscenes, the whole nine yards. But it wasn't going to happen. It was a decision from *two games ago* that only a small minority (hello telemetry) would even choose. To the rest, they probably neither knew about it nor cared... so how many resources could you invest? To do what? Set up an even bigger divergence for the NEXT game? The other writers acknowledged my anxiety with a grim nod every time it came up, but they had no solutions. Finally, I realized there WAS a solution, and that was changing how I thought about the choice: don't make it about Kieran. The players don't know him, never have. Make it about Morrigan. Thus began a feverish three days where I wrote probably the most complicated scene of my career: Morrigan's reckoning with Flemeth in DAI and the fallout after. Three different versions (OGB Kieran, non-OGB Kieran, and no Kieran), each with branching for other choices (like the Well of Sorrows). I did it all at once. There was no other way to wrap my head around the complexity of it. It was also a tough sell to the team, considering the amount of cinematics work, but they agreed we had to do *something*. And still it felt... underwhelming, insofar as divergence goes. But it was also good. I remember when I first spoke with Claudia, about how this was Morrigan's story. This was about how motherhood had changed her, how she'd grown up. Claudia got a bit teary-eyed. It was a journey she was familiar with, she said. Her first son, Odin, had been born in 2005 not long after DAO came out. And, man, she killed with that performance! Kate, too, but I'll get to her later. Claudia dug down, and that scene where Morrigan tells Flemeth she'll never be the mother Flemeth was to her? That came from someplace very raw. It was devastating to witness in the booth. There were tears all around. Not long after, Claudia called and asked if maybe - just maybe - Odin could play Kieran? He was a bit young (not yet 5, then), but it felt... right? We agreed. Claudia was in the booth, gently coaching him through his lines, and I think that was the first moment I felt I'd done the right thing."

[source thread]

User: "Do you find it an odd choice that Kieran hasn’t been mentioned at all in Veilguard?" David Gaider: "If there’s less reactivity in DATV, I’m unsurprised. Continuing choice from up to 3 games earlier is… unsupportable. Yet DA established the expectation they would so… damned if you do, damned if you don’t?" [source]

User: "EA is one of the biggest game companies ever. I don't think more complex diverging plots are impossible." David Gaider: "Well, if only more writing was all it took. Sadly, it's also cinematics. Art time for all those reappearing characters you probably want to look *just* right. And let's not forget we have to test all those permutations! So I don't disagree with you in spirit, but I don't think it's the answer here." [source]

User: "is there a possibility of future kieran appearances in a book or something similar outside of the games?" David Gaider: "I'd have no way of knowing that." [source]

User: "I’m actually shocked so little people chose the dark ritual. That was basically the main reason Flemeth sent Morrigan with the wardens, no?" David Gaider: "The impression you get of what "most" players do - in almost any game, not just DA - is very different if you're online a lot. Consider here that it's not just the % of DAO players who chose the Dark Ritual, it's the % of DAI players WHO PLAYED DAO and cared to import that choice 5 years later." [source]

User: "Is there anything you wish you had done differently, in hindsight?" David Gaider: "Probably just to not ever do importing choices between games in the first place." [source]

User: "Kieran only existed in my DAI state b/c Morrigan as a mother really appealed to me. I wasn't expecting to be devastated by those scenes 😭 I guess when we complain about lack of consequences from prev choices in DAV we must also ask how MUCH are we willing to pay for those branches to exist?" David Gaider: "That's indeed it. Content directed towards reactivity would have to come from somewhere else. So essentially a shorter game overall for the sake of those hardcore fans who'd import - who would, I imagine, REALLY enjoy that... but it's a tough cost/benefit analysis to make." [source]

User: "mr gaider im gonna keep it real with you if i had to choose between my hof and hawke i would've simply passed away" David Gaider: "Right? That was the ENTIRE idea! I was very excited, and for a while it seemed possible." [source]

User: "This has been a very interesting read but I have to ask why they decided to use Stroud instead of the HoF" David Gaider: "1) Complexity of providing means for a player to build a Warden (which they did in DATV for the Inquisitor). Also spoiled the surprise. 2) We’d have needed to give the Warden a voice. Add these to the cost and it was deemed not worth it." [source]

User: "Genuine question, not a critique - but what made the OGB decision one that couldn't be handwaved as canon no matter what was or wasn't chosen? Leliana and Flemeth being around no matter what come to mind. Was OGB simultaneously too major and too minor of a decision?" David Gaider: "Flemeth and Leliana being alive were easily explainable, and we knew we were doing it even back then. Circumventing the Dark Ritual… that would be too cheap. We did talk about it, but it just felt too dishonest. Too high a price for what we’d get in return." [source]

David Gaider: "If I’d known the Well of Sorrows would only see reactivity in the confrontation with Flemeth, I’d probably have made a much bigger deal of it." [source]

David Gaider: "We could maybe have gotten past the need to "reconstruct" the Warden, much like the Inquisitor was reconstructed in DATV (so I understand), but the need to give the Warden a voice was the final nail. Too potentially disappointing for the very people who'd be excited about it, aside from the cost." [source]

[lady-murderess]

HOLD UP

How I’m feeling right now 💀😒

[jayden-killer]

Greediest man in the Stone World.

summary: you've just being awaken by your old friend and classmate, Senku, in a whole new human era. But, who's this young guy claiming you as his? a/n: waahh, i sincerly apologise if i disappeared...again. i literally forgot my tumblr writing page, and life took a.. strange turn of events(?) kinda. i hope this first ryusui one shot will make me forgive!!!

☆

Dark. And then... a golden beam of light passed through my eyes, blinding me. My muscles began to melt. I felt them sore, as if I had slept in an uncomfortable position all night. Or maybe, for three thousand and fifty years. This was what was brought back to me when I woke up from that sleep I thought was eternal. The first thing my eyes noticed when they hatched was a blinding sun. There was so much green. So much vegetation was not seen even in the well-preserved jungles. Then, a group of boys with familiar and unfamiliar faces. My eyes met his.

"Senku..?"

I uttered that name in a subtle tone of voice, and the boy did nothing but address to me that mischievous grin of his own.

"Yoh, Y/N...we need your help".

[ Time skip...(*ゝω・)ﾉ ]

"So... you need my dexterity in putting these little pieces together so you can build, um... Repeat it, thank you".

"An oxygen tank" Senku rest, without even thinking of getting that smirk off his face.

His attitude hadn’t disappeared after 3,700 years. Not even when he claimed in front of a professor that their speeches were meaningless.

Here we go again...

Between a sigh and the other I immediately set to work, while in the distance I heard Senku arguing with what seemed to be his colleague.

Just in the middle of my work I felt someone touching my shoulder gently. A delicate touch, like that of a…

"Child?"

The girl in question wore a watermelon helmet on her head, with lenses inserted in the two holes that created a space for the eyes. She made a sound of wonder, her hands to her mouth.

"So, you are new here!"

With a confused look I lowered myself to her level, able to have a face-to-face conversation with the little creature. " I suppose so..? And you are...?" That little girl who didn’t immediately show her intentions and courage was pretty to say the least.

"Suika wanted to welcome you to the Science Team!" she said clearly, now showing me her hand to shake her. I took her, and with a kind smile, I accepted her request. "How kind of you! Since I am now a new addition to your team, can I have the honor to meet my future colleagues and companions?"

Little Suika nodded happily, running in the opposite direction where I was working. Heck. Maybe it was me who was no longer a child like her, but Suika seemed really fast in the race, not giving me a chance to keep up. I didn’t know where she was taking me; we passed through several huts, erected on wooden structures, running as if someone was after us.

The only one chasing her was me. Looking back to see if we’d actually drifted apart, my foot tripped on a double-sized rock. The collision with the stone made me lose my balance; I was ready to crash on the dirty ground and have some bruises all over my face for a few days. Only that never happened. In the instant that I was about to feel my face against the damp soil, two arms wrapped my waists not too strong, but with determination, preventing me from slipping a second time. I didn’t even realize I closed my eyes.

"It’s not even the first day you’re back here on Earth, and you were destined to get hurt. Pff, not very convenient for our team, huh?"

A moment later my eyes sprang to meet his, and those eyes reminded me of an autumn now close to winter. " Well, lady killer, now you might as well put me down. I’m not meant to be your princess." I said authoritatively. His powerful arms let go of my body, and with a little thump my butt bounced off the ground.

What an idiot!

Not only was he now laughing at me with a fat laugh, as if I had just said the funniest joke on Earth, but he didn’t even deign to preseed himself! The blond slightly lowered his head, as I was still on the ground, and with an energetic voice he replied:

"Not yet", later going in the opposite direction, with firm step. Oh, what kind of weird I had in front…

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

"Become mine! With all my Drago you would become the luckiest woman in the world!"

Somebody kill me...

It had been two months since I had made my unexpected (better to say, unlucky) acquaintance with blondie, who had the name of Ryusui Nanami. With his egocentrism and sheer avarice, he had proved to be one of the most promising members of the Kingdom of Science so far, with great skills for navigation. Apparently he came from one of the wealthiest families in Japan, and he certainly had not lost the habit of being indulged in everything, even after 3,500 years. And since our first meeting, he hasn’t stopped trying once. On every occasion he would give me his flirtations comments (sometimes shabby), he would become handsy, or he would try to buy me with his stupid Drago.

I was not one of those women who was so easily deceived, especially if a situation was about money. He thought I would give in so easily. I was so determined to prove to him the opposite, during these months, that this would give him up. With a gesture of the hand, I pushed him away. " I’m sorry, Ryusui. As I’ve explained many times before, I’m not interested." I took a dramatic break. ".. to you."

He whined loudly like a little baby, fogetting his money behind to get close to me. "You’re making a mistake!"

"I have made many mistakes in my life," I answered sharply.

"Then add another to your long list." I nailed him down with my sharp look, sketching a tight smile. Nothing to do. That man would never wave the white flag in the sky. However, it was becoming a nuisance, and having it close to me like a fin was starting to run out. For the worse.

I had only one idea that could have saved me in that instant, from a near future in which he was no longer clinging to me like an octopus: make him believe he had a chance with me. A bold idea; nevertheless, it had to be tried. Either it will make it or break it.

"Maybe, in the future, you might have a chance…" I implied in a vague tone, already heading somewhere, any, to get him off my back. I could swear to see his eyes shining remarkably with hope, and a new fire, fueled by determination.

He snapped his fingers, his iconic gesture that everyone, by now, had learned to recognize, and if he did, it was because he decided to do something. There were no roads back.

"HA-HA!" His laughter seemed to flow throughout the Ishigami village. Even Senku and Chrome turned to us, with confused scowls, to see what was so funny at the time. But Ryusui found nothing amusing in this situation, except a challenge to complete.

"So be it! I’ll show you how much I’m willing to change your mind. Anything to get the chance to become yours!"

Though I did not turn to look at him, once again, his muscular arms clasped my waists, turning my body to meet his. Face to face. "You, damned Nanami, what do you want now?!" That gesture had taken me by surprise, because he was not used to come so near me, but with his cheeky smile, he kissed me on both the cheeks. A quick gesture that made me blush remarkably in my face, almost to feel it burn under the palms of my hands.

"What the f...?!"

"You don’t know it, but you’re already mine!"

[reallyromealone]

Seconde chapter of little god?

It just came out so you dont have to

Title: little god 2

Fandom: Jujutsu kaisen

Characters: Gojo, Geto, Megumi, itadori, nobara

Fic type: fluff

Pairings: -

Warnings: male reader, reader insert, child reader fluff, god reader

Notes:

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Every morning was the same routine, Gojo woke up his tiny son who ran around in circles in the yard before coming in for some breakfast that consisted of a variety of foods for the little gods health, (name) pleased as he ate fish and other dishes "thank you papa!" He said as his tail swished, dressed in a more casual yukata compared to his godlier look "no prob, kiddo" Gojo said as he drank his coffee and ate his own meal, smiling at the difference in their tableware.

(Name) Had a cute kid set with zoo animals and plastic cutlery and Gojo with nice china "so today, we get to meet friends of papa"

"Su?"

"No no, not Suguru but he will be there later" Gojo chuckled as the boy looked confused "they're papas students, remember how I told you that I was a teacher?"

" we go?"

"After breakfast we are going" Gojo said happily and (name) bounced excitedly and continued eating his food.

(Name) Sat on his dad's arm as he was carried into the school grounds and Gojo watched as his kid sniffed around curiously "you sniffing, bud?" Gojo teased his son who looked focused "monster" (name) said as coldly as a toddler could as he locked onto Yuji who was waiting with the others at the steps "you can smell sukuna?" Gojo asked and (name) hissed at the mention of the king of curses "you know him?"

"Smelly man"

Gojo cackled at his son who wiggled to be put down, holding his dad's hand as they walked to the student's who looked at the child curious "uh, should a child be here?" Nobara asked as the little one dead stared Yuji "(name), these are papas students" Gojo pushed the boy forward "this is (name), he's my son~ isn't that right?" He crouched to the toddler who pulled some coins and held them out to the teens "it's you!" A mouth opened from Yuji's cheek "smelly!" (Name) Yelled angrily as his horns appeared "whoa, dont go fighting" Gojo held his son back who was ready to throw down.

"Pathetic little cretin, I could rip you--""aaand that's enough!" Gojo lifted his hellion son who tried kicking his dad's student with a growl "we will train at 1130, head to class you three!" he said cheerfully and took his little one away, Yuji tripping up the stairs as if he had two left feet "did you give him misfortune?" Gojo asked the tot who looked angry and frustrated "I know you don't like sukuna, none of us do but you can't hurt my student" he scolded the boy who pouted.

(Name) Was eating salmon and broccoli with cheese while his dad trained the students, abandoning the chop sticks in favor for his dragon form, tail swishing happily as he dived in. "Alright, we will be splitting into twos, let's work with people you aren't used to being teamed with" Gojo paired them up, seeing as his son watched curiously now in human form, face messy as his chubby hands held a piece of salmon "let's do some sparing, I will be right back" Gojo walked to his son and lifted him up "let's clean you up"

"I heard you had a son, didn't believe it" a Zenin clan higher up stated while staring at the toddler, the Gojo duo walking to the rest room "I do have a son, is that a problem?" Gojo stated coldly while adjusting the boy who looked between them, seeing papas glare and decided to match it.

Is it true he's... A god?" They tried to step closer but Gojos infinity halted him from doing so "if you don't mind, we have some business to attend to" the two walked off and (name) stuck his tongue at the Zenin member who glared back.

(Name) Let his dad wash him up, babbling nonsense happily "after school, uncle Suguru is meeting us to take you shopping" Gojo spoke softly, he loved telling his son everything that was happening and their plan. He wanted his son to be included and able to make choices- something he didn't get as a child.

"Susu?" (Name) Asked curiously and Gojo chuckled "yeah, susu"

[helen-with-an-a]

hi, I hope you're doing well! would you be willing to write another obi smutty fic. reader gets retroactive jealousy and lena reminds y/n that she belongs to her!

Hiiiiiiii - so I've kinda of changed it a little - there's still jealousy dw but i think this is really hot ngl ahahaha. Anyways. I hope you enjoy

Jealousy

Lena Oberdorf x Reader

Description: R gets a little jealous on a night out

Word Count: 6.7k

TW: Smut, 18+, fingering (R receiving), semi-public sex

You adored team nights out. The laughter, the music, the energy that would pulse through you was something you had yet to experience anywhere else. When you moved to Munich last season, the nights out were a chance to fully breathe and let go of the stresses of the season.

But now, with Lena here, the nights had transformed into something even more special. Having your girlfriend wrapped in your arms turned these outings from merely fun to absolutely magical. Sharing drinks, having each other close, stealing kisses ... it made your heart happy.

But there was one thing that was souring this particular night. The perky blonde with big tits who couldn't seem to keep her eyes off Lena. You'd noticed her right away – she was attractive, you could admit that much. You weren't blind. Tall and curvy, with a smile that was perfectly crafted to draw people in. Perfectly highlighted bleach blonde hair and tanned skin that clearly came from a bottle. But there was an arrogance in the way she moved, in the way she so casually tried to insert herself into your space, as if she could simply will Lena’s attention away from you. It was an arrogance that told you everything you needed to know - she was used to getting her own way.

Every few minutes, you'd catch her glancing over, her eyes lingering on Lena in a way that made your blood simmer. Not that Lena seemed to notice. Your girlfriend was exactly where you wanted her, exactly where she wanted to be, pressed up against you. Her front was moulded perfectly to your back, her hands resting on your hips as you both swayed to the music. The warmth of her body against yours, the rhythm of her movements syncing with your own – it was intoxicating. It was grounding. Lena leaned forward, her breath hot against your ear as she whispered something that was lost in the thumping bass, but the tone of her voice, low and intimate, sent a shiver down your spine. You pressed yourself back, letting your eyes slip shut as Lena pressed a couple of teasing kisses behind your ear.

“Hallo.” The unexpected voice made you jump. Your eyes snapped open to see the blonde standing way too close for comfort.

“Um, hi?” you stammered, caught off guard by her sudden appearance. She didn’t even glance in your direction; her eyes were locked solely on Lena, as if you were nothing more than a shadow in the background.

“Hallo, ich bin Anna.” Her voice was smooth, confident, and annoyingly flirtatious. She smiled at Lena, a slow, deliberate smile that felt like a challenge. You watched in irritation as Anna's gaze swept over Lena, her eyes shamelessly taking in every curve of your girlfriend's body. Was she blind or just incredibly arrogant? Of course, you knew how gorgeous Lena was – her dark hair that framed her face perfectly, her tanned skin that seemed to glow under the club lights, and that toned, athletic body that you had admired countless times. But it wasn't for Anna to appreciate. That privilege belonged to you.

You shifted around, letting your arms slide around Lena's waist in what you hoped came off as a casual hug, though the possessiveness in the gesture was unmistakable. Lena responded immediately. Her arm draped protectively over your shoulders, pulling you closer, and she pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head. You settled against her collarbone, feeling a surge of satisfaction as you marked your territory. It was a silent but clear message: Lena was with you.

But Anna was either too cocky or too oblivious to take the hint. "Do you want a drink?" she asked, her voice sickeningly sweet, her eyes never leaving Lena’s face. It was like you weren't even there. Your annoyance flared, a hot, simmering anger that made you purse your lips in a tight line.

“She’s got one,” you interjected, nodding toward the cocktail in Lena’s hand – the same cocktail you had been stealing sips from all night. Your words, however, seemed to evaporate into thin air. Anna acted like you hadn’t spoken at all ... like you were nothing but background noise in her attempt to flirt with your girlfriend.

Lena shifted slightly, her body tensing against yours. You felt her hold you a little tighter. “Um, no, I’m okay,” Lena finally spoke up, her voice slightly strained, clearly trying to maintain politeness whilst wishing Anna would just go away. She gave Anna a tight, uncomfortable smile, her eyes briefly flicking down to you.

Anna’s smile faltered for a split second, but she quickly recovered, clearly unwilling to back down so easily.

"Are you sure?" Anna pressed on, her voice taking on a slightly pleading tone. She didn't seem to understand the concept of boundaries, or maybe she just didn't care. Her eyes flickered to Lena's nearly empty glass, a sly smile creeping onto her face as if she'd found a weak spot.

“Yeah, I'm sure” Lena replied curtly. She shifted closer to you, her body seeking the comfort and support only you could provide. You could feel the tension in her posture, the way her muscles tightened. You tightened your grip on her waist, pressing a kiss to her exposed collarbone.

Anna, however, seemed undeterred. "It looks like you're almost out," she persisted, twirling a strand of her hair around her finger in a practiced, flirtatious gesture. "Let me buy you another." Her voice dripped with forced sweetness, and the way she looked at Lena made your stomach churn. Was she really this dense, or was she just enjoying the chase? You watched in horror as she winked at Lena.

Lena hesitated, glancing at you briefly before giving Anna a tight, forced smile. "Umm, n-no thank you," she stammered, clearly trying to remain polite even though the situation had long since crossed into uncomfortable territory. Her grip on you tightened, her nails digging into your side in a silent plea for this to end.

"C'mon," Anna whined, her persistence taking on a pathetic edge. She leaned in slightly, trying to capture Lena's attention once more, her voice dipping into a whine that grated on your nerves. She reached out, clearly angling to take the glass from Lena's hand and maybe let them linger a little longer.

That was the last straw. You felt a rush of anger surge through you, hot and undeniable. Without a second thought, you pushed yourself away from Lena, closing the distance between you and Anna until you were standing chest to chest with her. Your eyes locked onto hers, your gaze cold.

"Look, babes," you said, your voice low and dangerously calm. It was the kind of calm that preceded a storm. "She said no. So back off." You could see the surprise flicker in Anna's eyes, a momentary crack in her confident facade.

"And who are you?" she shot back, her voice laced with disdain as she squared her shoulders, trying to hold her ground. It was almost laughable, this game she was trying to play.

"Her girlfriend," you declared, letting the words hang in the air between you. "So fuck off." You punctuated your words with a sarcastic wave of your hand, dismissing her like the nuisance she was. You didn't raise your voice; you didn't need to. Your tone was sharp enough to cut through the heavy beat of the music around you.

Anna's mouth opened as if to retort, but nothing came out. She stood there, blinking, clearly taken aback by your directness. For a moment, it seemed like she might try to push back again, but then something shifted in her expression. Whether it was embarrassment or just the realisation that she wasn't going to win this one, you couldn't tell. She gave a small, annoyed huff, then turned on her heel and stalked off, her confidence visibly deflated.

You exhaled slowly, feeling the tension in your body begin to unwind. Turning back to Lena, you caught the look of relief in her eyes. Without hesitation, you wrapped your arms around her again, pulling her close. She buried her face against your neck, her breath warm against your skin as she whispered, "Danke."

You kissed her temple, feeling the adrenaline finally start to ebb away. "Always," you murmured into her hair. You tightened your embrace, holding her close as the music pounded around you, the lights painting kaleidoscopic patterns on the floor.

Lena breathed out a soft laugh against your neck, her body relaxing into yours. The tension that had stiffened her muscles melted away, leaving her pliant and safe in your embrace. You could feel her heartbeat slowing to match the rhythm of yours. You pulled back slightly, just enough to look at her face, her eyes closed, her lips curved into a small, grateful smile.

“Now I really want another drink,” you said, breaking the silence with a lightheartedness that you knew would make her smile. You felt the corners of your mouth twitch upwards as you watched her reaction. Her eyes fluttered open, meeting yours with that familiar spark that made your heart skip a beat.

"Sex on the Beach?" she asked, her smile growing as she playfully suggested your go-to cocktail. There was a teasing glint in her eyes, her expression instantly lighter now that the unwanted attention had been chased away. She knew exactly how to ease the tension, to bring you both back to the playful, sexy mood you'd been in before the interruption. It was one of the many things you loved about her – the way she could turn any situation around with just a few words and that dazzling smile.

You pretended to ponder for a moment, pursing your lips as if deep in thought. "Hmm," you mused, letting the pause linger just long enough for her to start wondering. You leaned in closer, lowering your voice so that only she could hear. “I was thinking more, sex in a nightclub,” you whispered, your words laced with a suggestiveness that made her eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

She blinked, her eyebrows furrowing as she processed what you had just said. Her lips parted, and for a split second, you could see the confusion in her eyes. Did she mishear you? Was she overthinking? You relished that brief moment of bewilderment before leaning in, closing the distance between you. You tilted your head, your lips finding hers with a sense of urgency and desire that left no room for doubt.

The kiss was electric, igniting a fire that made your skin tingle. It was a different kind of adrenaline this time, one of pure, unfiltered passion. Her body melted against yours as you kissed her, the world around you blurring into insignificance.

Lena responded immediately, her initial surprise dissolving into eagerness. Her hands moved up to cup your face, fingers threading through your hair as she pulled you even closer. You could feel her smile against your lips, a silent acknowledgement that she was very much on board with where this was going. You deepened the kiss, your hands sliding across back, pressing her body flush against yours as heat pooled in your stomach.

When you finally pulled back, breathless and grinning, her eyes were darker, filled with a mixture of amusement and desire. She looked up at you, her cheeks flushed, her lips slightly swollen. "Well," she breathed out, a laugh bubbling up in her throat. "I guess I could be persuaded."

You chuckled, feeling a rush of satisfaction at the way she was looking at you, like you were the only person in the room. In that moment, nothing else mattered. It was just you and Lena, the two of you wrapped up in a moment that felt both thrilling and absolutely right.

"Then what are we waiting for?" you murmured, your voice husky as you traced the waistline of her trousers. Her breath hitched slightly, her eyes never leaving yours. With a mischievous smile, she took your hand, lacing her fingers with yours, and led you toward the back of the club where the shadows beckoned.

The bathroom was surprisingly decent, definitely better than some of the dingy, cramped ones you'd encountered in other clubs. Here, the lighting was dim but the floors were relatively clean, and the air, while not exactly fresh, lacked that overpowering stench of sweat and spilt alcohol that often clung to nightclub toilets. Most importantly, the stalls were designed for privacy. They were floor-to-ceiling doors, more like small, private rooms than the usual flimsy partitions that left too much to the imagination. The doors even had locks that looked like they might actually work.

Lena's hand was warm and insistent in yours as she led you toward one of the stalls, her eyes flicking around the room with a mix of urgency and caution. She paused just outside one of the stalls, hesitating for a split second, her gaze sweeping over the bathroom one last time to make sure you were somewhat alone. The music from the club was muffled, just a distant thumping bass that vibrated through the walls.

Satisfied that no one else was in the bathroom, Lena pushed open the stall door and pulled you inside with a quick, fluid motion. The door clicked shut behind you, the lock sliding into place with a solidness that made you feel unexpectedly secure. It was a small space, barely enough room for the two of you to stand comfortably, but that only added to the thrill of it all. The walls were painted a dark colour, and the dim light filtering from the ceiling created an oddly intimate vibe.

Lena turned to face you, her eyes dark and intense in the half-light. There was a glimmer in her gaze, a mixture of desire and mischief that sent a shiver down your spine. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her breath coming out in short, eager bursts. You could see the slight flush on her cheeks, the way her pupils were dilated, and it sent a rush of heat straight through you. For a moment, neither of you moved, the tension crackling in the air between you like a live wire.

Lena's eyes searched yours, looking for something – reassurance, consent, the same wild hunger she knew was mirrored in her own. You felt her hand tighten around yours, a silent question that needed no words. In response, you pressed your body against hers, backing her up against the wall of the stall. Her breath hitched as her back made contact with the cool surface, and a soft, almost inaudible gasp escaped her lips. You took a moment to relish the feeling of her body against yours, the way her curves fit perfectly with the angles of your own.

You brought your free hand up to cup her cheek, your thumb brushing lightly across her skin. Lena leaned into your touch, her eyes fluttering closed for just a second, a soft sigh escaping her as the tension between you coiled tighter. When she opened her eyes again, there was no hesitation, only an intense focus on you, like you were the only thing that existed in her world at that moment.

She surged forward, closing the distance between you, her lips crashing into yours with a force that took your breath away. It was a kiss that was hungry and raw, filled with urgency. Her hands found their way to your hips, pulling you closer.

Your mind spun with the sensation of her – her taste, her scent, the warmth of her body against yours. It was intoxicating, all-consuming. You moaned as she dominated the kiss, slowly walking you backwards and spinning you around.

She pressed you back against the stall wall with a deliberate force that sent a jolt of excitement through your entire body. The cool, solid surface contrasted sharply with the heat radiating from her, every sensation magnified as her hips pinned you in place. Her thumbs dug into your sides, rubbing maddening circles on your waist. The touch was firm yet teasing, sending shivers of electricity through you, making it almost impossible to think clearly. Even through the thin fabric of your skirt, you could feel the warmth of her hands burning into your skin.

You broke the kiss, gasping for air, your chest heaving as you tried to regain control of your breathing. For a split second, the only sounds were the frantic thudding of your heart and the distant bass of the music outside. But Lena didn’t waste a moment. As soon as your lips parted, she moved lower, trailing her mouth along your jaw with a series of hot, open-mouthed kisses that made your head tilt back against the wall. You were completely at her mercy, the desire coursing through you leaving you pliant and trembling beneath her touch.

Her lips found your neck, and a strangled gasp escaped your mouth as she began to suck on the sensitive skin just below your ear. It was a perfect mixture of pleasure and pain, her teeth grazing your flesh before her tongue soothed the slight sting. Each gentle bite was followed by the soft pressure of her lips, her movements precise and intentional. Lena knew exactly how to unravel you piece by piece. She worked slowly, her mouth mapping out a trail of sensations that left your skin tingling and hot. When she finally began to suck in earnest, you could feel the blood rushing to the surface, a bruise forming as she worked.

Your hands flew to her hair instinctively, fingers threading through the soft strands as you gripped tightly, pulling her closer. You needed to feel her, to keep her pressed against you, to let her know that you were completely hers. Your nails scraped lightly against her scalp, and you felt her shudder against you, a low, satisfied hum vibrating from her lips and into your skin. She took the encouragement with a hunger that left you breathless, her teeth nipping at the tender spot where your neck met your shoulder.

Your eyes fluttered closed as you let yourself drown in the sensation of her mouth on you, each kiss, each bite sending jolts of pleasure coursing through your veins. Her hands had moved lower, fingers now tracing the hem of your dress, skimming the bare skin of your thighs. The contrast between her rough, possessive kisses and the light, teasing touch of her hands was driving you wild, a constant push and pull that left you teetering on the edge of control.

She shifted her hips slightly, pressing even closer to you, and you could feel the hard lines of her body against yours, the way she moved with a fluidity that had you melting into her. The stall around you seemed to shrink, the air growing thick with the scent of her perfume and desire. You arched against her, seeking more contact, more of the delicious friction that made your head spin. You could hear her breath hitch against your neck, the slight falter in her movements as she responded to your need with a fervour that matched your own.

Lena finally pulled back, her eyes dark and glazed with lust as she looked at you. Her breathing was ragged, her lips swollen from the kisses, and she looked at you like she was on the brink of losing herself completely. You held her gaze, your own chest rising and falling rapidly as you tried to steady yourself, but the fire in her eyes only made you want her more.

“You gonna be my good girl?” Lena whispered in your ear, her voice low and sultry, dripping with a promise that sent a wave of heat rushing through you. Her lips brushed the shell of your ear as she spoke, the sensation sending a shiver down your spine. Her breath was hot against your skin, making your legs weak. You could only nod in response, your throat too tight with desire to form coherent words. The anticipation curled inside you, coiling like a spring ready to snap, leaving you acutely aware of every inch of her pressed against you.

Lena's lips moved down to your neck again, grazing the sensitive skin there before she continued, her voice now a husky murmur. “You gonna let me have my way with you?” The question was almost a growl, laced with a dangerous edge that made your heart race. You couldn't help the needy sound that escaped your throat, a half-gasp, half-moan that only seemed to spur her on. She shifted her hips against yours, and you could feel the heat radiating off her, the way her body moved with a predatory grace that made you feel utterly and deliciously at her mercy.

Her hands trailed up your sides, her fingers leaving a trail of fire in their wake as they moved beneath the hem of your dress. She pushed the fabric higher, exposing more of your skin to the cool air, and you gasped as her fingertips skimmed along the edge of your underwear, teasing but not yet giving you what you so desperately craved. "You gonna let me fuck you?" she whispered, her voice growing darker, more possessive. Your back arched instinctively, pressing yourself closer to her, trying to chase the sensation, to force her hand.

You moaned at her words, your mind reeling. Lena's lips curved into a wicked smile against your skin, her teeth grazing your collarbone as she took your reaction as the permission she needed to push you further. "Right here?" she continued, her voice a seductive purr. "In this nightclub bathroom?" Her teeth nipped at the delicate skin of your shoulder, and you felt your knees threaten to give way.

Her hand slipped beneath the waistband of your underwear, and you bit down on your lip to stifle the cry that rose in your throat. The bathroom stall suddenly felt even smaller, the walls pressing in around you, intensifying the heat and the scent of your arousal hung in the air. "Where anyone could walk in?" she went on, her voice dropping to a near-growl as her fingers dipped lower, hovering right where you needed her most.

"Where our team could hear us?" she pressed, her voice filled with a dark glee that sent a fresh wave of arousal crashing over you. Her fingers teased at your entrance, slick with your desire, and you choked on a moan, your hands flying to her shoulders, clutching at her for support as your body shuddered. You could barely think, your mind fogged with the intoxicating mix of excitement and raw lust. You were on the edge, teetering in that space between pleasure and the thrill of getting caught. The thought of someone hearing you, knowing exactly what was happening, made you burn hotter.

"Where Anna could hear us?" Lena's voice was a whisper now, her lips brushing against the tender skin just below your ear as she spoke. The mention of Anna sent a surge of possessiveness through you, mingling with the desire already flooding your system. The idea of the blonde hearing you, knowing that Lena was yours and only yours, made something primal flare up inside you. Your breath came in ragged gasps, your body trembling against hers as you nodded frantically, unable to find your voice to answer.

Lena didn't need to hear your words; she could feel your answer in the way your body responded to her. In the way you clung to her, the way your hips moved involuntarily, seeking the friction that would drive you over the edge. She chuckled softly, a low, dangerous sound that sent another wave of heat crashing through you. Her fingers finally slid inside you, and you cried out, your head falling back against the stall wall with a thud. Your body arched against her, your nails digging into her shoulders as you lost yourself in the sensation of her touch.

"That's it," Lena murmured, her voice a dark caress against your skin. "Be my good girl. Let them hear you." Her pace quickened, her thumb circling where you needed it most, and you felt your control slipping, the world around you blurring into a haze of pleasure. The risk, the thrill of being caught, only heightened everything. You were hers ... you would give her everything she asked for.

You let your eyes flutter closed, surrendering to the waves of pleasure crashing through you. Your mouth hung open in a silent gasp, your breath hitching with every skilful movement of Lena’s fingers. She knew your body so well, every spot that made you quiver, every place that made you lose control. Each stroke sent jolts of ecstasy surging through your veins, building an almost unbearable tension within you. "Lift your leg, baby. Open up for me." She nudged one of your legs with her knee, knocking it out to the side. You did as she asked, propping your foot up on the edge of the toilet as you moaned loudly.

The new position granted her deeper access, and you felt a fresh surge of heat as she pushed inside you with a relentless rhythm. You could feel yourself clenching around her fingers, your body reacting to every movement, every twist of her wrist. Your breath came out in ragged pants, mixing with the soft, wet sounds of her fingers working you over. You could hear yourself moaning, loud and uninhibited, the sound echoing off the stall walls. But you were far beyond embarrassment now; the pleasure was are too good for you to concentrate on anything else.

Lena's free hand moved to your mouth, her fingers pressing against your lips, demanding entrance. You parted your lips without hesitation, your mouth opening for her. She pushed her fingers inside, rough and insistent, pressing down on your tongue. You sucked on them instinctively, tasting the spilt drink from earlier, feeling the pressure of her fingers against the roof of your mouth. Her eyes bore into yours, watching every reaction, every shudder that coursed through your body. You barely keep your eyes open, everything feeling far too much yet not enough all at the same time.

Her thumb found your clit, brushing it with a firm, circular motion that had you screaming around her fingers. Your back arched, your body straining against the pleasure that was quickly becoming too much to bear. You could feel yourself teetering on the edge, the world around you narrowing down to the points of contact where her skin met yours. She leaned in close, her breath hot against your ear as she whispered, "That's it, baby. Tell them who makes you feel this good." Her voice was low and commanding, each word sinking into your mind and taking root.

You moaned her name, the sound muffled and garbled around the fingers in your mouth. It didn’t matter that it came out unintelligible, slurred and desperate – anyone who heard you would know exactly who was making you come undone. "Lena," you whimpered again, the word falling from your lips like a prayer, an invocation of the woman who was pushing you past the limits of control. The combination of her fingers inside you, the thumb on your clit, and the ones pressing down on your tongue was overwhelming, your head spinning as bolts of electricity soared through your body.

Her thumb moved faster, circling in time with the thrusts of her fingers, and you felt the tension in your core tighten almost unbearably. Your eyes rolled back, your body beginning to tremble as you edged closer and closer to release. Lena's fingers pressed deeper into your mouth, her palm cupping your chin, holding you in place as you writhed against her. You could feel her watching you, her eyes dark with lust, her expression one of pure dominance. She wanted you to fall apart, to let go completely, and you knew you were about to give her exactly what she wanted.

You screamed around Lena’s fingers, your entire body seizing up as the orgasm ripped through you with a force that left you gasping for air. Your muscles tightened, your hips bucking against her hand as the pleasure surged through every nerve ending, leaving you shaking and crying out her name. The world around you blurred, dissolving into nothing but the sensation of Lena's touch and the sounds of your own pleasure filling the small stall.

She didn’t stop, riding you through it, drawing every last bit of sensation from your body until you were a trembling, boneless mess against the wall. You could barely think, barely breathe, as the aftershocks rippled through you. She slowly withdrew her fingers from your mouth, your lips releasing them with a soft, wet pop. She cupped your cheek, her thumb brushing gently across your bottom lip as she watched you come down, her eyes filled with a mixture of satisfaction and possessive pride.

"That's my good girl," she murmured, her voice tender now, a stark contrast to the raw dominance she’d wielded moments before. You melted into her touch, your body still quivering as you leaned into her, craving the comfort and safety of her embrace after the intensity of what had just transpired.

She withdrew her fingers slowly, deliberately, her eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that made your breath hitch. There was something undeniably sexy about the way she maintained that eye contact, a silent communication that spoke of ownership and desire. She brought her glistening fingers to her lips, her gaze never wavering as she slipped them into her mouth, her tongue swirling around them sensuously. "Mmmm," she hummed with obvious satisfaction, her eyes darkening as she tasted you. "Taste so good, baby." Her voice was a husky murmur, the sound of it sending another shiver down your spine.

Her hands moved to your waist, her fingers drawing soothing, lazy patterns across your skin. You felt the warmth of her palms seeping through the thin fabric of your dress. Your legs were still trembling, your body spent from the sheer force of your orgasm, but her touch, as always, had the power to both calm and ignite you at the same time.

You looked up at her, your eyes wide and hazy with lingering desire. She leaned down, closing the small distance between you, her lips finding yours in a kiss that was gentle yet insistent. Her lips were soft against yours, moving with a tenderness that made your heart swell. You melted into her kiss, your arms wrapping around her neck to pull her closer, craving something only she could give you.

She pulled back slightly, her forehead resting against yours as she spoke, her breath warm on your lips. "What do you think about ditching the night out and just heading home?"

You raised an eyebrow at her, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of your mouth. "And what would we do at home?" you teased, your voice light despite the way your heart pounded.

Lena pretended to consider her options, her lips pursed. "Hmmm," she mused, drawing the sound out as she traced her fingers idly along your waist. "Well," she began slowly, her eyes glinting with mischief, "we could go home, have a nice, warm shower, get into bed, and have a relatively early night." She paused, letting the words hang in the air.

"Or..." She let the word trail off, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper as she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against your ear. "We could go home, and I could absolutely rail you with the strap." Her voice was husky, each word dripping with promise. "I could make you feel so good," she continued, her hand sliding down to squeeze your ass, pulling you flush against her. "I could stretch you out," she whispered, her breath hot against your skin, "make you forget all about Anna." You felt a fresh wave of arousal pooling low in your belly. "Make you forget your own name." You swallowed. "I could fuck you so good that you can't walk tomorrow, that the only thing you know is who is making you feel so, so god."

You stood there, utterly stunned by her confidence, your mind reeling at the vivid images her words conjured. You blinked at her, your mouth opening and closing like a goldfish as you struggled to form a coherent response. The idea of her taking you home, of the things she was promising to do to you, left you dizzy with desire. You could feel your cheeks flush, heat spreading through your body as you absorbed the full impact of what she was offering.

"T-two," you stammered, your voice barely a whisper. You swallowed hard, your mouth dry as you tried again. "Two. I pick option two."

Lena chuckled softly, the sound rich and sultry as it reverberated through the small stall. She pulled back slightly, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she took in your flustered state. "Gute Wahl," she purred, her lips quirking into a wicked smile. She placed a lingering kiss on your lips, her teeth nipping at your bottom lip before she pulled away. "Let's get out of here, then," she said, her voice carrying a note of authority that made you shiver in excitement.

She opened the stall door, peeking out to make sure the coast was clear before taking your hand and leading you out. She guided you through the crowd, her grip on your hand firm and possessive. You felt a rush of adrenaline as you moved toward the exit, barely waving at the girls as you walked past.

Your heart raced with a mixture of nerves and excitement as you followed her outside, the cool night air hitting your flushed skin as you stepped onto the street. Lena flagged down a cab with a quick wave, opening the door and ushering you inside. She slid in beside you, her hand immediately finding its place on your thigh, squeezing lightly. She leaned in, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispered, "You have no idea what you're in for tonight."

[w2soneshots]

could you do something like the 24hr karting race and shes a driver for senor frogs, she finishes her stint and then like the new video they couldnt find the bed in the rv or whatever so they go into quadrants and theres only one bed and both her and harry need sleep si they have to share?? sorry im so bad at explaining

We’ll have to share -W2S

words: 1.5k+

warnings: unestablished relationship, spooning.

summary: while filming the annual señor frogs 24 hour go cart race you and Harry end up having to share a bed, but nether of you mind since your both majorly crushing on the other.

notes: hello love!🤗 I decided to write this asap even though I have so many requests but I wanted to get this out before everyone gets over the señor frogs high (If you get what I’m saying?). Anyways, enjoy!!💓🏎️

Today I'm driving for señor frogs in the annual twenty four hour go cart race. I woke up early this morning, took a quick shower, got ready, packed a small bag and then set off. It took almost two hours to get to Buckmoore Park and I arrived just after ten, ready for the practice that starts at ten thirty.

I've know the boys for years and are good friends with them all. After they dropped Callux from the team they asked if I would participate this year and after seeing how fun it looked last year I couldn't say no. I've done lots of practice in the last few weeks and I'm actually pretty good. I used to race with my friends for fun when I was younger but that's about all the experience I've had.

When I arrived I parked my car then signed in at the front desk. "Hey! You're here!" Chip's voice echoed through the reception. A smile spread across my face. We shared a quick hug then he walked me to our green room.

Harry, Chris, Will and Freezy stood talking. They turned to me as we entered. "Hi guys!" I set my bag down. I glanced at Harry, he smiled softly at me. They all said their "hello's" then we started talking about the plan for the twenty four hours.

Unfortunately the weather forecast wasn't ideal since it was supposed to rain for almost the entire time but that made it more interesting and fun to watch.

We sent Chip and Plum out for the practice and once that was done it was time for the race to begin. We were starting off with Chris. After getting into our suits all of us walked out onto the track. I pulled mine down so that it rested at my waist and I wore a comfortable black tank top underneath.

Once we'd finished doing some interviews the group headed back upstairs onto the balcony to watch as the race began. As soon as the flag was waved Chris raced over to the cart, accidentally kicking another racer on the way. Harry pushed the cart to give him a boost then he drove swiftly off, along with everyone else.

When twelve am hit it was finally my turn. I suited up and grabbed my helmet. I stepped outside onto the deck, Harry just behind me (who'd already done his first stint, just before Plum went out). "Jesus Christ it's hammering it down." I looked out at the soaked and slippery track. He placed his hands on my shoulder, squeezing. "You'll be fine," he reassured me.

I quickly walked down the stairs, taking a deep breath when I got to the bottom. I looked back up at Harry. He put his two thumbs up. I smiled softly, nodding. "I can do this. Let's hope I don't completely embarrass myself." I thought.

"Nervous?" The camera man asked as I waited. "To be honest I'm shitting myself," I replied with a shaky laugh. Plum pulled in and immediately jumped out, he gave me a quick wave as I passed him. I adjusted the seat insert, got in and then drove off.

As soon as I set off I heard Freezy in the earpiece. He was talking about what place I was and how carful I needed to be on the turns. I could barely concentrate since I was focusing on not spinning out and it didn't help that I couldn't really see out of my visor.

Around an hour in I'd gotten used to it and was now much calmer. I hadn't heard anything through the communications for a while then I suddenly heard Harry's voice. He told me that Freezy had gone for a snooze and that he was replacing him.

"That was really good, one minute nine seconds. Try and keep up that time," he said as I finished another lap. The rain was starting to pick up. "It's so fucking slippy!" I felt as though I wasn't in control, the wheels were spinning everywhere. I just desperately didn't want to spin out and let the boys down.

When I was finally told to come in I felt so relieved. I had no idea what place we were or how I'd done. I practically stumbled out, my legs and bum asleep from sitting in the same position for two hours. I pulled my helmet off as I passed Chip.

When I got to the boys I was met with what seemed to be happy faces. "We're fucking second place in class!" Freezy patted my back excitedly. Harry smiled wildly at me. "I told you you'd be fine." I smiled back at him, relieved that I hadn't fucked everything up.

I was completely soaked so I went to get changed into some comfy clothes that I could sleep in. Plum, Will and Chris had already gone to bed and me and Harry were going to do the same as it was now around two in the morning.

We walked together to quadrants bus, since there wasn't a proper bed in the one Chip had rented and they'd kindly said we could sleep in there's. When we got inside, out of the rain we quietly walked down the hall. I turned to look at him, my eyes slightly wider than a minute ago. "Is there only one bed left?"

"Shit. I think so," he replied before looking around to check again. "What are we gonna do?" I whispered. "Uh- you can have it." My brows knitted together. "No, don't be daft. They're pretty big... we could share?" I was really hoping I hadn't just embarrassed myself.

Harry's face turned red, though I couldn't really tell due to the dim lights. "Uh- uhm- yeah. Okay," he stuttered. I smiled slightly. "Come on then. I'm exhausted."

He got in first. It was slightly awkward since the last bed was at the bottom and practically on the floor. I slid in after, both now on our sides, my back facing his front. Turns out they were smaller than they looked.

Evidently Harry didn't know what to do with his hands, they were sort of hovering over my side. I smirked to myself then grabbed his hand, placing it around me my waist. I shuffled into him comfortably. I felt him physically relax. "You sure this is okay?" He asked quietly. "I'm sure."

I've had a massive crush on Harry since a few months ago when we spent the entire night together at a party nether of us wanted to be at. I laughed more than I had in a while that night and I really enjoyed spending time with him.

I was woken up a few hours later by Chip giggling. My eyes fluttered open and a small tired groan escaped from my lips. "You alright there love? Comfy?" He chuckled quietly, as people were still asleep. I was confused then I realised I was still pressed up against Harry.

Harry shuffled behind me, mumbling something and then shooting up. A loud bang was heard as he whacked his head on the roof of the bed. "Ow." He fell back onto the pillow and brought his hand up to rub his head. Chip laughed even more.

We got out and stood up. I sighed before glancing at Harry. His hand rubbed at the back of his neck, he looked slightly uncomfortable. Chip continued to tease us as we walked back to the green room and he immediately told Freezy and Chris that he'd found us asleep together.

"I knew it! You like each other!" Freezy exclaimed, standing up. My eyes widened. "Uh-" "you guessed it," Harry replied, interrupting me. My head snapped over to him. "You like me?" I blurted out. The room fell silent. "Uhm- yeah- yeah I think I do." My face softened. Freezy chuckled with a smirk.

It turns out they wanted Harry to get back in the cart once again, which he wasn't very happy about. But he ended up agreeing and he got back into his suit. I stood next to him on the balcony, both of us leaning our forearms on the barrier as we waited for the signal that it was his turn to go out.

"I like you too. Just so you know." I said, not taking my eyes off the track. "You do?" He turned to me, surprise evident on his face. I looked at him sincerely. "Mhm, ever since that party last month." A smile graced his lips. "So... did you wanna go for lunch or something after this?" He asked. "Are you asking me on a date Mr Lewis?" I teased. He chuckled. I gently nudged his side with my elbow. "I'd really like that."

"Harry! Time to go!" Chip shouted. I glanced at Chip then looked up at Harry, pushing onto my tiptoes and placing a quick kiss on his cheek. "Good luck!" I whispered. He smirked. "I'll see you in a bit." I nodded before patting his chest.

I watched as he quickly walked down the stairs then I turned to go back inside. I stopped as I noticed Freezy through the window. He raised his eyebrows with a mischievous look on his face. I groaned but I didn't really mind that he'd seen mine and Harry's encounter, all I could think about was the date I was going on in a few hours.

[b14augrana]

Kiss of Strife

Football has always been your safe haven, but your home life gradually starts to manifest in different ways away from home, which doesn’t go unnoticed by your captain

Alexia Putellas x teen!reader

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Warnings: this story contains depictions of family issues associated with emotional unavailability and forms of abuse. read at your own discretion

A/N: an alexia x teen!reader angst fic was requested so here it is!! i decided this maaayyyy be multiple parts as well so i hope you enjoy this chapter and the rest of the series (if it’s ever published)

(i wrote this pretty late at night and it isnt proofread so please excuse any mistakes regarding the tense, grammar etcetc)

Everything is perfect.

You’re scoring goals for your club and bagging assists. Your name is no longer a strange string of consonants and vowels but a recognisable word within the community of Cataluña, and it is only because of an ambition you dedicated the rest of your life to pursuing.

That’s just in the face of football though.

At home, there is a drought. The four walls of a family house are meant to behave like a dam which stores love and affection in the place of water, but your house is devoid of that.

Your house fosters a bitterness that doesn’t go hand in hand with anything along the lines of love and affection. The drawings on the fridge, created by a 5-year-old you, have faded over time, the ink being nothing more than splotches in some areas — a testament to the lack of care and attention your efforts received.

Relationships are barely surviving on simple greetings and empty ‘I love yous’. You crave something that is dangerous to want, but in your heart burns a desire to get the hell out.

Your lullaby is the faint yelling from the living room as you shut your eyes and focus on the gradually increasing volume of both voices, contradicting each other and trying to stab each other with no blade.

Your little sister crawls into your bed, her body flush against yours, another little arm wrapped around hers. Beneath your covers, there is warmth. Beneath your grip, there is safety.

During the school holidays, a child is supposed to savour every waking moment they spend at home and appreciate every day of it. You find yourself asking God why that isn’t the case, as you walk to practise with your sister’s hand in yours.

She sits on the sidelines picking grass as you train with your teammates, dreading the inevitable passing of minutes as you practise skill after skill. When you retreat to the bench for a quick water break, she runs up to you, bunches of chamomiles clutched in her hands that she begs to insert between the weaving of your braid.

From the day of your first training with the team, Alexia was drawn to you. She blamed it on her captain instincts, seeing as you’re the youngest on the team and therefore has the most potential, but now it’s gone beyond her captaincy. She’s known you for months, almost a full year now. She isn’t just your captain anymore.

She isn’t aware of the reality of your home life beyond the telltale signs such as the slightly sunken skin below your eyes or the bruises that taint your skin and are allegedly caused by your ‘clumsiness’. She knows there is something more to the extra effort you constantly put into training and games — she doesn’t know yet that it’s the pent up anger, sadness and fear manifesting in more productive forms.

You pour your heart and soul into the movement of the ball, in hopes that you can pursue your dreams of running away from what is restricting you from pursuing even greater dreams, an actual dream.

School starts back up for your sister. Things have been looking up for you, a huge burden off your shoulders. The house hasn’t shaken with another argument for a while and for once you get to know what silence is while you sleep, really sleep.

With every passing day, you find your memories with your father to resemble a garden; you can’t have a garden without flowers, just like how you can’t have memories of him without doing anything with him. When you were young, your garden was comparable to a rainforest, a new species in every corner, a kaleidoscope of beauty..

Until there was no more new species to plant and nurture, and the ones that already existed were getting neglected because all that you receive when you look at them are sour memories of what once was — the gardener you used to be, how rich the soil was, how steadily the flowers grew and how proud you were of your garden.

Your garden is dead now. It has gotten to the point where he doesn’t care about planting new flowers or watering the plants that already exist, leaving them to die of thirst. He’s absent and his emotional unavailability killed your flowers.

The little girl in you that wanted nothing else but love from her parents, loved that garden with her whole heart. She would’ve done anything she could to plant one more flower, she would’ve used the last drop of water in a drought to water her plants.

Alexia noticed something different about you today. The way you bounced around rather than the usual trudge… you had actual, sleep-induced energy.

Your sister also isn't with you. Alexia later asks you about it while you two are getting water and she learns that your sister is at school, and there is a smile on your face that she didn’t even realise had been absent for days until she saw it again.

Alexia has always been nice to you. The others treat you like a teammate, but she treats you like a friend. It feels like a special privilege, knowing ‘La Reina’ personally. She’s obviously a pillar in women’s football but to you, she’s much more.

She harbours a soft spot for you in her heart that becomes evident when she asks you if you need a ride home, and who are you to turn down such an offer when the ache in your legs is close to becoming unbearable?

“You’re talented, chica,” the woman says as you slink into the passenger seat of her car. “I haven’t had the chance to say it, but there hasn’t been a player like you for quite a bit.”

Her praise is so much more than just a couple of words from your captain. Though you smile and say a shy thank you, your heart races because you’ve just been called talented by one of the best players in the world, and there is no feeling greater than that. It gives you a tiny sliver of hope for a brighter future than what you’re already living, and for a moment, escaping your four walls seems possible.

The joy you experienced during the whole car ride is short lived once her car pulls into your driveway. Perhaps she can see the way your expression drops and your demeanour falls, because her hand finds your shoulder and squeezes it in a way that comforts you. “Do you want me to walk you to the door?” she asks, and though you really wish she could, you shake your head for the better.

There’s a slight frown on her face before she nods and drops her hand. You think about the possibility of her knowing that there’s something going on behind the closed doors of your home, and a big part of you hopes so, but no words besides a ‘gracías’ and ‘adios’ manage to find their way out of your mouth despite the pleas for help and support bubbling in your throat as you shut the door of her car.

When you reach the patio, the door opens to bombard you with the raucous of an argument happening around the corner of the hallway.

Your limbs are barely functioning and your eyes are struggling to stay open which is an obvious sign of the exhaustion soaring through your body, hence why you skip right past seeing your parents and beeline towards your sister’s room.

For as long as you can remember, arguments have been a consistent part of evenings spent in your household. Sometimes violence finds itself becoming the last resort, leaving you stuck to bear the brunt of a heavy hand. It’s what happens when two sides of the same coin try to work out — two negatives can’t make a positive, it’s impossible for them to get along and there is never a last word. That’s the unfortunate reality of your parents’ relationship.

You sink into the soft mattress of your sister’s bed and beckon her from the desk to lay beside you. She flips her paper over and abandons the seat to run over to you, her little body falling into your embrace. When she asks you what they’re talking about this time, you tell your sister that they’re just having a little disagreement, and if she sleeps it off, it’ll go away. It’s a promise, you say, before you proceed to tell her all about your training and your teammates. It’s her favourite thing, and she says it’s better than a bedtime story.

In no time, little exhales slip past her mouth as her eyes flutter shut, and you roll her off your body, tucking her into the butterfly printed duvet. With tentative steps across the hardwood, you find yourself at her desk and your fingers ghost over the piece of paper as you squint to read it in the dimness of her nightlight.

‘Mi papá hermana guapa

My sister is strong. She plays fútbol and she is good at it. My sister takes care of me and takes me to her pracktise, I like going with my sister. She helps me sleep and when I am with my sister, I am not scared. I am proud of m–…’

And the rest trails off. The body remains incomplete, but there’s one last sentence at the bottom of the page.

‘Amo a mi hermana.’

You place it back on her desk as you fail to combat the tears flooding your waterline. ‘She must’ve been instructed to write a poem by her teacher… for Father’s Day’, you think to yourself. Turning away so you don’t ruin her writing with your tears, you wiped them with the back of your Barça jacket sleeve and flipped the page around before making a dead silent exit. The house was completely still beside the low noise of talking from the TV and light snoring.

Your tears are not because of happiness. No, they stream down your face because it’s then that you realise something, and it opens up a whole new portal of questions.

As the streak of silence is broken and you’re forced to fall asleep to the low humming noise from the living room and a restless mind, you wonder what twisted realm of anger and bitterness your father lives in that forbids him from showing the smallest signs of love to his kids.

But, you already know the answer to that question, deep down. Instead, you wonder if you’ll see Alexia tomorrow, stretching in her usual spot, and you wonder if she’ll look up and smile at you again and invite you over.

You hope that’s what will happen. You pray for it.

[supercap2319]

"Bucky, let me explain." Y/N began.

Bucky crossed his arms over his chest, his brow furrowing as he looked at Y/N with a stern expression. "Explain what, exactly? You inserting yourself into a mission without my knowledge or approval? You putting yourself in danger without even discussing it with the team first?"

"I'm sorry, but you needed help."

"And you thought the best way to help was to go behind my back? This isn't about doing what's right, is it? It's about you trying to prove yourself." Bucky's eyes narrowed. "You're just as reckless as..."

"As who?"

Bucky paused, his jaw clenching visibly. "As Steve." He saw the shock register on Y/N's face, knowing he'd hit a nerve. "You always try to do the heroic thing without thinking it through, just like him." He uncrossed his arms. Y/N looks down in guilt. He knew Steve was a sensitive topic for Bucky. "Look, Bucky. I didn't mean to play the selfless hero, but how can you expect me to wait around while you, Yelena, Ghost, hell, even John Walker risk for your lives on these suicide missions and not want to help."

Bucky's expression softened a bit at your guilt. "I know you mean well - hell, that's what makes you dangerous." He moved closer to Y/N, his voice dropping even lower. "But you still don't get it, do you?" His hand gently caught his arm.

"Maybe I don't." Y/N said. "Tell me."

"You think this is about being selfless or heroic?" Bucky released his arm and stepped back, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "It's not, okay? It's about survival."

"And I get that." Y/N said.

"Do you? Because sometimes..." Bucky's voice gets lower, more intense."Sometimes I think you just want to prove you're as capable as Steve."

"Is that such a bad thing? Everyone wants to believe they're good enough for the big leagues. To believe they're worth something."

The former Winter Soldier's expression shifts, becoming unexpectedly vulnerable for a moment. "Worth something?" He steps closer, his other hand coming to rest gently on Y/N's waist."You really don't see it, do you? How..." His voice becomes a whisper. "How dangerous you are just being here."

"I will always be in danger, Bucky. As long as I have powers. As long as the world knows I used to work with the Avengers, my life will always be in danger. Better start getting used to it." Y/N said.

Bucky's eyes search his, a mix of concern and something deeper. "You're not just talking about physical danger, are you?" His hand squeezes his waist gently, as if trying to anchor you to the present. "You're talking about emotional danger, too."

He nods. "That's right."

"Emotional danger is the worst kind, Y/N." Bucky's voice is a soft murmur, his face inches from his. "Because it's the kind that can break you without anyone even laying a hand on you."

"I know. Which is why I'm trying to protect you."

Bucky's smile is small, almost sad. "And who's protecting you?" His hand moves from his waist to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing against his skin. "Who's making sure you don't break under the weight of all this?"

"You."

Bucky's expression softens, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Me?" He repeats, his thumb still gently stroking Y/N's cheek. "And what happens when I'm not around, huh?"

"Then whoever's near me better pray you come back to me." Y/N said.

A low chuckle escapes Bucky's lips as he moves even closer, his free hand finding its way to Y/N's lower back. "That's... terrifyingly possessive of you." His voice carries a hint of amusement and something warmer. "And here I thought I was the dangerous one." Y/N smiled at Bucky. Bucky's breath catches at Y/N's smile, and for a moment, everything else falls away - the war, the missions, the constant threat. Just you and him in this quiet moment. "You know..." His voice drops lower, more intimate."Sometimes I think..."

"Yeah?"

"Sometimes I think I'd rather face a room full of armed enemies than have to spend a single day without you." Bucky's words are soft, almost a whisper, but they pack a powerful punch. "Is that crazy?"

"It's not. Because I feel the same way."

Bucky's heart skips a beat at his words, and he feels a warmth spread through his chest. "Damn it, Y/N..." He murmurs, his voice cracking slightly. "You're going to make me say some really stupid shit, aren't you?"

"Oh? Like what?"

Bucky's eyes darken, pupils dilating slightly as he leans in even closer, nearly pressing his forehead against Y/N's. "Like I think I'm falling for you, sweetheart. Hard and fast, and there's not a damn thing I can do to stop it."

"Me too." Y/N gulps.

The Soldier's breathing hitches, and he closes the remaining distance between them, pressing his lips firmly against Y/N's in a kiss that's both desperate and tender. "Fuck." he mutters against Y/N's mouth, his hands tightening on his back. "I'm so fucked."

Y/N laughed and touched Bucky's stubble with his fingers. "You certainly are, James Buchanan Barnes."

[bouncybongfairy]

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Simon (Ghost) Riley x Fem Reader Smut

Summary: Ghost and you have established a 'friends with benefits' situationship. During your few days off, the two of you fuck in the laundry room in the middle of the night.

Word Count: 1.0k+

Ref Account: @kaionyx

TW: Rough Smut, Cum in Panties, Biting Kink, Semi Public Sex.

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Being in a friends with benefits relationship was great until the people around you started to catch on. Ghost and you have been roommates since you joined the task force. There isn’t any romantic or complicated story behind the situation. One drunken night you crawled into his bed and the rest is history. The two of you haven’t even verbally talked about it. It was more like a mutual understanding that it’s better to keep it casual and quiet. There were certain times when either him or you would slip up. Like you making Ghost his plate at dinner and him cleaning your guns when he did his. Soap was the first person to notice this, and was relentless with the prying. Both of you denied it, even though it made your heart sad when you did.

Right now, the team is back at the barracks and resting for a few days after completing a mission. Giving everyone down time; an opportunity to run errands and get rest. You were in the laundry room, it was pretty late and cold. The small building was made entirely of concrete so when it dropped below freezing it became an ice box. You were lazy and went out in your pajamas, a decision you now regret. Teeth chattering and most of the muscles in your body were contracting. Everything about the atmosphere was creepy. The only light was a red buzzing bulb, protected by a small metal grate. It was adjacent to the main housing unit so you had to go outside to get back to your room. Which wasn’t ideal due to heavy rain and thunder. 

Ghost was out on patrol, watching you from outside. A surge of adrenaline rushed through his body, it was like you were purposely teasing him. Bending over in perfect view of him to pick up a shirt or sucking your finger after burning yourself on a jean button fresh out the dryer.. Not being able to reach the bottom of the washer or the coin slot and having to lift your feet off the ground . Using your hips and lower stomach to balance yourself on the edge. Simultaneously pulling your shorts up and your tank top down. His dick was throbbing, breathing heavily and his mind becoming hazy. 

Thinking about you on your knees, tears running down your face but still begging for more. Remembering how your eyes go dark when you cum around his length, biting and moaning into his neck even though he kept his mask on. Running through all the filthy memories only riles him further. He starts walking towards the facility, enjoying seeing you unaware of how fucked out you’d be once he had his way. The door squeaked loudly as he entered, making you jump. A loud gasp coming out of your mouth, dropping the basket in your hands. He locked the door behind him and slowly turned to face you. 

Soaked in water from the rain, streams flowing off him and on to the floor. He was already bruting but when he was in full gear, he doubled in size. Hooking his hands on top of his vest and tilting his head while looking you up and down. Your heart was racing and your core was beginning to ache. A burning feeling in your stomach and sex mixed with being physically cold was making you shaky and dazed. After what felt like an eternity, he finally came closer. Water dripped onto you as he hovered over your body. Setting his gun down on the counter top. You looked down, becoming overwhelmed by his gaze. 

“What if someone walks in?” you spoke softly. 

“Turn around,” he said.

You tried to protest but he only let you get one or two words out before he lunged. Grabbing your hips, spinning you around and bending you over the washer. He rips your cotton shorts down so hard, his nails leave scratches on your ass. Gripping himself by the base and spreading the slick around your folds. Impulsive smacking himself against your lips once feeling how wet you were. Pushing his tip into you as you moaned. He was huge and it always took you a couple minutes to get used to him stretching you. He loved that, watching you squirm, whine and clench around him once he pressed full in. Fully burying his member inside your heat after a long and stressful day. Feeling how hard your heart was beating against your chest. Everything you did was so intoxicating to him and he couldn’t get enough of it. He bit down on your shoulder as he sped up the thrusts. You were moaning loudly, he was so overwhelmed with pleasure he almost didn’t realize. His hand flies over your mouth to hide the sounds. Your eyes rolled back as you started to lick at his palm, leg shaking slightly. A mix of both your juices falling to the ground onto his boots. Suddenly there was a loud knock at the door. Ghost immediately stopped, keeping his member deep inside you and tightened his grip on your mouth. You were panicking, squirming around and trying to get free from him. 

“Shhhh, you’re doing such a good job being my cocksleeve. Shhhh, be a good girl and just shhhh,” he whispered quietly into your ear. 

“Fuck who has the keys? I have a meeting tomorrow morning and need my shit done,” Keegan grumbled from outside. 

“Ghost has the master key right now,” Soap said. 

“Well if you see him, please let him know I need it,” Keegan said.

Ghost was struggling to hold himself together. Your pussy was spasming around him and your legs were shaking so bad he could hear it against the mental washer. Once he felt they were out of ear shot he continued pounding away. Becoming more erratic, letting out groans and growls as he nears his climax. The washer is now banging up against the cement wall it’s attached to. You bit down onto his hand as you came, he winced and tried to pull it away but your jaw was locked. A combination of the pain from your mouth and the pleasure from your dripping hole sent him over the edge. Pulling out and cumming on your panties. Biting down on your shoulder to contain his moaning, drooling dripping down your arm. He pulled away, your feet were now on the ground but you were still using the washer to support your weight. Ghost stepped back, put his dick away and pulled your shorts and soaked panties up. You gasped feeling his warm cum pressing against your sex. His mask pressing against your ear as he spoke,

“My shift ends in 20 minutes, i’ll see you soon,” he said, walking out leaving you dazed and fucked out.

[shotmrmiller]

since i'm rambling about self inserts? (is that it?) now you're miserably turning over on the bed, pulling the comforter over your head because you wasted a whole whopping 70$ for MW3 only to get an unfinished game and a piss-poor half-assed shock value main character death.

You fall asleep thinking about what you'd do differently- how johnny wouldn't die so needlessly, maybe even convince Captain Price to let Johnny put a bullet in Makarov's head in that helo.

And when you wake, your surroundings are different. The bed is too small when yours is a king, the innerspring mattress creaks when you sit up, even though you explicitly bought a memory foam.

The walls are spartan instead of the personalized decor you had. Looking over the edge of the bed, the floor isn't carpet. It's an ugly, white vinyl tile.

Where the fuck are you?

Your hands are callused but the only time you even got one was when you tried your hand at gardening, only to eventually realize you could kill a cactus with your brown thumb.

Hopping out of bed, you beeline to your bathroom and look at yourself in the mirror. Almost everything is the same. Eyes, hair, body, height.

Only difference is your flesh. It's littered with scars- both old and new. A thick, pink jagged line across your clavicle (a blade?), a puckered star shaped keloid above your hip bone (A gunshot wound?)

Stepping back out into the room, you carefully survey the space around you. A tac vest you swear you've seen before hangs on the back rest of your small chair.

Two black glock-19's sit on the desk. How do you know that? You don't know lick about weapons.

There's a large sheathed blade by your nightstand table. Didn't Rambo have one of those?

Suddenly, it hits you like a ton of bricks. You're dreaming. Jesus. Maybe you should start reading some smut fanfiction before bed to get Simon in your-

A knock at your door pulls you out of your degenerate thoughts.

oooookay.

Padding quietly to the door, the metal of the handle feels shockingly cold. How wildly vivid.

"Ye- what the fuck?"

What the actual fuck?

"Language."

...

Your mouth gapes in utter disbelief. "Simon?"

His dark eyes narrow behind his skull mask. "Chummy, are we?" He steps forward, forcing your neck back at an uncomfortable angle to keep your eyes fixed on his. "You and I, Sergeant, ain't friends. It's Ghost to you. Clear?" he snarls.

You swallow thickly. "C-Crystal, sir."

He tips his chin forward. "Get decent, I'm to take ya to the debriefin' room."

what?

"Now."

Spinning on the balls of your feet, you hastily dress, and grab the vest on the chair. UK flag on it. Tactical. Heavy as hell.

Your hands move on their own, and fingers smartly clip buckles, pull up zippers and close the pockets- as if you've been doing this your whole life.

What is happening?

When you get to wherever it was you were going, you're met with more recognizable faces.

Captain Price stands in front of Laswell, bulky arms crossed as he speaks to her in a hushed tone.

Gaz sits on a chair with his head hanging back as he blankly stares at the ceiling, trademark cap in place.

And then there's- "Bonnie!"

Johnny.

"Good to see Simon dinnae eat ye on the way here."

Simon Ghost doesn't react to the jibe at all.

Why are you sitting in the middle of the 141 listening to Laswell debrief about Hassan? Why aren't you waking up yet? You're lucid. The sharp sting of your nails digging into the palms of your clenched hands isn't dulled.

"Good hunting."

This can't be happening.

This isn't real. The heavy helmet strapped to your head. The weight of the bulky tac vest full of equipment. The painfully tight straps around your thighs. The way the rifle feels in your hands, solid and dense.

Not real.

Until you're offloading with Bravo Team in Al-Mazrah on the search for Major Hassan. The tall grass grazing your pants, the NVG's over your eyes to help you see in the dark. The harsh recoil of a weapon you've only ever used in a video game. The gurgling sounds of the enemies as they choke on their blood by your feet. The bullet whizzing past you, clipping your cheekbone. The burning sting of it, white-hot pain.

Real.

It feels fucking real.

[binniesbooks]

• OFFICE WORKS

TXT 019 .F05 2024

wc 0.5k

pairings workmate!TXT x officeworker!reader

warnings smut

faye's note hard thoughts for our boys, while you guys are waiting for my upcoming fics! Hehe. Sorry for being super busyyy :<

CHOI YEONJUN

- His aura screams team leader-- who fucks every girl from your department. Totally the manwhore type of guy. He would force you to do overtime, only to have you bended on your desk, balls deep inside you.

"I know and I can see you how you look at me, baby."

"The rumors? Hmm, what do you think?"

"Fuck, I really love untouched women like you."

"Shit, you're so tight."

"Haven't felt such a good pussy for a long time."

"Damn, your pussy feels better than (insert co-workers name)."

"Should've done this a lot earlier, shit you're so fucking good!"

CHOI SOOBIN

- The pervert desk mate. Yes. He loves peeking when your skirt hikes up a little. Gets hard whenever he sees you walking towards your desk. Often fantasizes about groping your ass and fucking your breast. Carefully and silently palms himself whenever you're too immersed on your work. Would masturbate imagining you after arriving home, still on his office attire. Offers you a "water" to sober up one time after volunteering to take you home after a team dinner. A total pussy drunk once he got his dick wet.

"Ah, fuck, I really wanted to feel you."

"Please, one chance Y/n."

"Fuck, you're so hot."

"My hand perfectly fits on your breast, I think they're made for me."

"Can i fuck your tits, pretty please?"

"You're so good, pussy so good."

"Please let me cum inside you."

"I'll take full responsibility, please."

CHOI BEOMGYU

- Another workmate, your rival for your aimed position. He loves teasing you and getting into your nerves. Would purposely knock your coffee over your paper works. Often makes a bet with you.

"I didn't mean it, it's just an accident."

"If you make me cum, I'll withdraw, if you cum first, you need to withdraw from the position."

"Fuck, wait fuck!"

"Shit! Shit! M-move! Fuck!"

"Ahh! Fuck you."

KANG TAEHYUN

- The boss. Bossy. Bitch. Whatever it is. He loves commanding you. Loves to use you when he's stressed out. Fucks you like there's no tomorrow whenever he is angry. Please scratch his back with your nails, he loves it.

"Fuck them! Fuck them all!"

"God, they don't have any single idea about what's going on and they judge as if they know everything--- you're so fucking tight!"

"Get on your knees, I'm stressed."

"Do they even know how I made it up here?"

"Stop moving and complaining! I don't fucking care if it hurts already! I'm not yet done!"

HEUNING KAI

- He is just a cute intern. The one who loves to get your attention by asking work related questions which he clearly knows already. Would blush and get hard from the slightest touch, like when you tap his shoulder to try and cheer him up or when you intertwined your arms on his while happily telling him a story. And one day, he just traps you inside the rest room and practically begs you to jack him off.

"Please? I just need you."

"I promise, I'll behave."

"Please, please please."

"Mmpph! N-no I'm not noisy."

"Oh, fuck m-more."

"S-stop now, s-stop."

@binniesbooks 2024

[janeyseymour]

Hi, I feel like there’s not enough jealous Melissa fics, so I wanted to request one where reader is a new librarian, and because she dresses really nice Ava immediately takes a liking to her, and Melissa gets jealous because she takes a liking to her too. But obviously at the end Melissa x reader end up together. Can have smut or not, your choice. Thank you!

ask and you shall receive! i hope you enjoy!

Love In the Library

WC: ~3.9k

Your interview at Abbott had gone well- perfect, even. The principal of the school was full of life, and you could tell that you were going to absolutely love it here as librarian. She seemed just as thrilled that you were joining their team- apparently they haven’t had a librarian for a good chunk of time.

You walk into the school on the first day of professional development dressed well- you figured it would be a good idea since Ava dressed so nicely, and you were aware that the students wore their light blue uniforms.

As you enter, you’re greeted by the principal, who tells you that the first meeting of the year will indeed be held in your space, which is entirely fine with you. Hopefully, you’ll be able to meet a few of your coworkers and find the group that you’ll find yourself a part of- that would be nice. First days, even first weeks and months can be daunting, and it’s always a bit easier when you find people who might be in your corner.

You’re seated at your desk and looking over the catalogue of books you have- seeing how you can begin to organize everything (most things weren’t very organized) when the rest of the faculty starts to trickle in. You smile at the few who walk in first, but it immediately becomes a bit overwhelming when more and more people start to make their way in. You find yourself to be grateful that you have your own assigned spot at your desk. They all converse and catch up on what they had done over their summers, and you don’t really know how to insert yourself into any of those conversations, so you just look around and try to find anybody who might be kind to you.

As you’re people watching, a small group of teachers come in. In that group is a short younger woman, a taller black man conversing with a slightly shorter white man, and two teachers who are clearly veterans. The one is absolutely captivating with her pleather pants, heeled doc martens, and the way that her hair is curled softly and falls over her shoulders beautifully. The light pink shirt that she wears compliments her hair beautifully. You catch her take a glance over at you, and you feel a shiver run through your body as her emerald green eyes sparkle in your direction. She’s absolutely gorgeous.

It looks as though she’s going to make her way over to you, but Ava cuts her off by entering the room in what you can always assume is true Ava fashion, what with the mixed groans from the rest of the staff. You stay seated at your desk and watch as the redhead takes a seat at the front table with her friends. Her eyes linger on you though throughout most of the meeting- you can feel her staring at you. 

You snap out of your trance when you hear your name come out of the principal’s mouth. You blush bright red, but you give a gentle wave of your hand.

Ava really hypes you up, explaining that you’re the best thing that’s come around to Abbott in quite a long time- that you’re a bad bitch with good fashion, fashion that almost competes with hers.

You see the way that the redhead rolls her eyes at that comment before looking you up and down.

The meeting drones on for a while longer before the staff is able to participate in a few different seminars or set up their classrooms.

You have your head down as everyone mills around, mingling and heading out. That is until you see a hand on your desk. When you glance up, there are those striking green eyes that were staring at you through the entirety of the meeting.

“Hi?” you squeak out.

“You the new librarian?” the redhead asks.

You nod and swallow before introducing yourself, although you know she already knows your name. “And you?” you ask politely.

“Melissa Schemmenti, second grade teacher,” she tells you, and you shake her hand firmly. “I’m gonna need one of the copies of the book, The Name Jar.”

You nod and smile. “I can definitely find that for you. It’s for a beginning of the year lesson, I assume?”

“It is,” she says shortly.

“I’ll have it for you by the end of the day.”

“Thank you,” the second grade teacher smiles at you.

You’re able to locate the book relatively easily, and with a bit of exploring the school, you’re able to find the classroom that has her name on it. She’s in the process of writing out name tags for her students and putting them at the desks when you knock on the door gently.

She glances up at you before pushing her glasses up and off her face, resting them on the top of her head.

“Just dropping off the book you requested,” you say softly. “Is there anywhere specific you want me to put it?”

She stands up straight, rights her shirt, and gives you a genuine smile. You love to see that smile of hers. 

“I can take it,” she says softly, and she makes her way over to you. Her hand brushes yours for about half of a second before she actually takes the book from out of your hands, and you swear you feel a rush of electricity between the two of you. “Thank you.”

“Of course,” you smile right back, and she immediately wants to always see that beaming look on your face. “If you need any other books, let me know. I’m going to try to have the library organized by the end of September.”

When you go to get your lunch, the redhead is there, and so is your boss.

“There’s our sexy new librarian,” Ava winks at you. You turn bright red. You know you’re… not the ugliest women in the world, but this is a lot. “Girl, don’t act like you don’t know you look like a Philly eleven in that sexy dress of yours.”

You chuckle nervously as you glance down at the dress you were done up in. You look at the other teachers, and maybe you were a bit overdressed. “Have a nice lunch, guys,” you say as you go to head back to your room.

“I ain’t stayin’ in here to listen to your boring teacher talk,” Ava sighs dramatically. “But I’ll see you all later, losers!” She winks at you again, and you can feel the blush that had begun to diminish come back in full force.

“Oi,” you hear Melissa call out as you’re at the threshold of the door. “Come eat lunch with us.”

You don’t notice the strange looks that your coworkers give the second grade teacher, but you smile softly. 

“Really?” Janine asks, jaw dropped.

“Oh, it’s… okay,” you say softly. “I wouldn’t want to intrude.”

“You ain’t intruding,” the second grade teacher is adamant, so you sit down next to her.

Barbara looks confused, but she doesn’t say anything at all. The teachers take their time getting to know you, and Melissa’s eyes find yours quite a few times, giving you reassuring looks and smiles.

You head out a few minutes before everyone else, and once you’re gone, Melissa’s friends look at her like she’s got three heads.

“What?” the redhead asks as she sips her iced tea.

“When did you get all friendly to newbies?” Barbara asks.

“Seriously,” Gregory puts in. “When I first started, you refused to learn my name for the first month I was here.”

The second grade teacher rolls her eyes. “And look where we are now… might as well give it a shot being nice to the newcomers.”

Barbara eyes her warily, but she doesn’t say anything in front of the full group. When the two of them are walking out though, they see you.

You wave quietly as you stack your things into your car to continue working on your organization, and the gorgeous teacher waves back with a smile.

You climb into your car, pull on your sunglasses, and head out. 

“Girl, you like her,” Barbara nudges hr best friend.

Melissa rolls those green eyes of her. “Yeah. I’m the queen of England too.”

The kindergarten teacher hums, and while she doesn’t say anything, she knows that her work wife has a thing for you. It’s clear in her eyes and the way that she invited you in so sweetly.

“Well, maybe this will be good,” Barb states. “We have a new librarian, she seems like a sweet girl, and Ava isn’t making fun of her.”

“No,” the redhead frowns. “She’s flirting with her instead.”

“That a problem for you?”

“Shut up. I’ll see you tomorrow,” the redhead rolls her eyes as she climbs into her car. 

The next few days of development go the same for you, organizing the many books, going through the catalogue to see what books you might be able to add to the collection 

(whether that be from home or you can try to scrounge up the money to buy them at a thrift store). Melissa often appears in the library, claiming to look for a book, but most of the time she just ends up chatting with you- you don’t mind one bit. You sit with them at lunch, and you quite enjoy getting to hear Melissa laugh and listen to her talk.

Ava still flirts with you everyday, and while her compliments are appreciated, you never fail to turn as red as a tomato.

When the kids start to come into the school the following week, a few of the older ones are shocked to actually have a librarian. Furthermore, they can’t believe that they’ll actually have library as a special.

You begin to learn the children, and they absolutely adore you. You have quickly become one of the kids’ favorite teachers. In the first month alone, you’ve been given a ream of papers’ worth of drawings- it melts your heart. The older ones come and talk to you in the mornings before they actually have to head to class, and the little ones flock to you for hugs whenever they can. It’s safe to say you love being here at Abbott with these kids.

It’s also safe to say that you like most of the staff that you’re with, although you’ve found yourself a part of a certain group; one with the most attractive teacher in the school: Melissa Schemmenti.

You find yourself being drawn to her presence, and she’s drawn to you too. You spend your time with her and Barbara as often as possible, more than happy to listen to whatever the two of them are up to. 

But with being friends with them also brings Ava around quite a bit. She is constantly looking for the two of them for advice on how to discipline and run the school. It also gives her an excuse to come flirt with you. Her comments are starting to get more and more scandalous, and she’s practically taking off your clothes with her eyes any time she’s talking to the three of you. You notice the way that the redhead seated next to you almost always scowls.

You almost wonder if you should go to HR for her looks and words.

“Melissa,” Barbara singsongs as the two of them are leaving lunch that day. Ava had come in and shamelessly flirted with you. “Turn that frown upside down!”

“I ain’t in a mood, Barb,” the second grade teacher grumbles.

“That face says otherwise,” the kindergarten teacher clicks her tongue. “When are you just going to admit the fact that you hate that Ava flirts with Y/N because you like her?!”

“I do not,” Melissa rolls her eyes. “I just think Ava needs to stop eye-fucking her anytime she sees her.”

“While I agree with that,” Barb sighs. “No one gets nearly as upset with that as you do, and I think it’s because you genuinely do have feelings for her.”

Melissa bites her lip. “So what if I do? It don’t matter. She’s young, I’m me. And we’re coworkers.”

“Being her boss isn’t stopping Ava from flirting with her,” Barbara points out. “C’mon. Just give it some thought.’

The redhead groans. She knows her best friend knows about her little crush on you now.

The next day, Barbara waltzes into Ava’s office.

“Girl, I wouldn’t usually condone this, but you need to continue to flirt with Y/N as much as possible.”

“That won’t be hard,” the principal laughs. “She’s a fine piece of ass. But why?”

“Melissa has a huge thing for Y/N, and I can just tell that our little librarian has a thing for Melissa too. You know the best way to get her to confess her feelings is to make her so jealous she can’t bite her tongue any longer.”

“Damn, you don’t think I got a shot?”

“Ava,” Barbara rubs her temples. “Might I remind you that you are in a relationship.”

“And?”

“Ava!”

“What?” Ava raises her brows. “You think I don’t want to-”

“You know what? Nevermind,” the kindergarten teacher goes to turn on her heels.

“Wait!” Ava calls. “But you really don’t think I have a chance?”

“What I think is that Y/N is a respectful, young woman who would not want to… partake in the activities that you are alluding to.”

“You never know,” the principal shrugs. “What’s in it for me?”

“A nice bottle of wine, and I’ll go out to the club with you the next time you tell us we’re all getting together for dinner but inevitably end up going somewhere else.”

“Oh, hell yeah. But I get to pick the bottle.”

“Only if my plan works, and Melissa and Y/N get their heads out of their asses and date.”

“You have yourself a deal, Barb,” the principal grins before going back to scrolling through Instagram.

Ava’s flirting only gets worse from here, and she purposely does it in front of Melissa whenever she gets the chance. While Barb is naturally appalled at the things that the principal is saying to you, she knows its worth it when she can practically see the steam pouring out of her work wife’s ears.

It’s picture day at school, and you know you’re going to be forced to get your picture taken as much as you don’t want to. So, you apply some light makeup and dress yourself in a white body suit and a flowered skirt that has a rather high slit up the side. It shows off some skin, but you know that you can always adjust the skirt if necessary so it’s not too revealing.

That was a mistake though- or at least you think it is when Ava starts commenting about you having a body that ‘challenges Beyoncé’. Her eyes linger on your still sun kissed thighs as you make your way into the building. You thank her for her compliment, but you don’t play into it any further than that. You make your way to the break room to drop off your lunch and make yourself another cup of coffee when you run into the redhead.

She looks absolutely stunning. Melissa really hasn’t done anything special for picture day- she just always looks gorgeous to you. 

“Hey, good morning,” you say as you fall into step with her. Her eyes rake you up and down, and you feel a blush creep into your cheeks when she subconsciously licks her lips.

The two of you walk into the break room together and are sipping your coffees when the principal comes in again.

She makes an absolutely obscene comment about you and the way that your chest is comparable to that of the redhead’s, despite the fact that you hardly have any cleavage showing. That makes Melissa almost as red as her hair, but she puffs out her own chest. But then… she says something about the slit in your skirt and something about it looks stunning on you, but it would look better on her bedroom floor with her boyfriend.

At that comment, you suck a deep breath in and try to cover how embarrassed your feeling.

“Ava!” Barbara nearly shouts.

“Well,” the principal shrugs at the deafening silence in the room. “I have to go do principal things, y’all.”

As Ava leaves the room, the kindergarten teacher gives Ava a look, but it’s almost a mildly impressed look.

You can’t look at anyone, so you practically rush out of the room with your coffee.

At your sudden exit, Melissa looks furious. “I have to go do some work.” She storms off, and out of the room in order to go yell at her boss for embarrassing you in front of everyone.

“I should check on Y/N,” Barbara says softly before following your direction. She knows that those comments made you more uncomfortable than any of her others, and she knows she has to stop you from making a complaint to the HR department about the conversation that just took place. 

“Hey, sweetheart,” Barb says softly as she enters the library.

Your hands are in your head, and the red in your cheeks hasn’t disappeared in the slightest.

“H-hey,” you mumble.

“Don’t mind Ava,” she tells you softly. “She used to say stuff like that to Gregory all the time, and eventually she’ll move on to someone else.”

“Does she always do this? Shouldn’t she get into trouble for that?” you ask quietly.

The kindergarten teacher waves a hand. “Our HR department never does anything but bounce the emails back to the principal of the person who sent them… the last time someone did that, we had a ‘bonding session’ because Janine emailed them. It’s not even worth your time.”

“But… that was…”

“A lot,” Barbara sets a gentle hand on your shoulder. “I know. But trust me on this one: it isn’t worth it. And she likes you, so she’ll be willing to help you out when you need it. If you report her, she’ll only make your life that much harder. Just let her flirting die out, honey.”

You frown. “I guess… I need this job.”

“I know.”

“And I love this job.”

“We love having you here,” the older teacher squeezes your shoulder gently. “And the kids- they absolutely adore you. We hope you’ll decide to stay with us for a long time.”

“Y-yeah.”

“Are you okay other than all of that?”

“Yeah,” you say softly. “Thanks for checking on me.”

“Of course, sweetheart,” Barbara smiles at you charmingly. 

She exits, and you sigh. You should probably talk to your boss about the things that she  says to and about you… how it makes you uncomfortable. So, with your head down and cheeks still burning, you make your way down to the office. You stop just short of the principal’s when you hear a familiar voice shouting at the woman you were going to talk to.

“Ava!” the redhead storms into the office. “What the fuck?!”

The principal laughs. “What, girl?”

“What the hell was that? The shit you were sayin’ to Y/N in the break room? I know you usually say stuff you shouldn’t, but God dammit, that was over the line!”

“And? Why do you care so much?” Ava asks nonchalantly. “You jealous?”

“Jealous?” Melissa glares, looking utterly confused. “Why the hell would I be jealous of saying absolutely deplorable things to the sweet girl? Why on God’s green Earth would I be jealous of saying the absolute truth that she’s hot as hell?”

Ava smirks. “You think she’s hot?”

Fuck. Melissa’s been caught.

“You think Y/N’s hot?” Ava grins.

“No!” the redhead rolls her eyes. “I just don’t think you should be sayin’ shit like that to her!”

“You think she’s hot!” the principal singsongs. “Girl, just admit it!”

“Okay,” the redhead sighs. “If I admit that I think she’s hot, you can’t keep saying stuff about her like this.”

“Say it,” Ava teases.

“Ava,” Melissa groans.

“Say it!”

“Okay,” the second grade teacher huffs. “I think she’s hot. I like her, and not just for her looks. Now stop talking to her and about her the way that you have been.”

“Girl,” Ava grins. “You want me to flirt with her for you?”

“No,” Melissa rolls her eyes. “If and when I decide to make a move on her, I can do it on my own terms. Remember, I am a Philly eleven.”

With that, she turns on her heel and exits the office… only to bump into you.

Your eyes are wide, your cheeks and ears are burning, and… did she just admit she thinks you’re hot? The woman that you’ve developed a small crush on actually has a thing for you too?

“Shit.”

“Uh…” you nervously tuck a loose hair behind your ear.

“How much of that did you hear?” she asks you quietly.

“I uh, have to talk to Ava,” you evade her question.

You don’t give Melissa a chance to say anything else before you knock on the door and enter before closing it behind you.

By the time you’re finished with your conversation with Ava, you barely have time to run down to the library before you know the kiddos will start trickling in… and you’re not entirely sure you even know how to approach the situation you’ve found yourself in with the redheaded teacher.

That’ll have to wait.

But when you get to the library doors, Melissa is standing there waiting for you. She looks incredibly nervous as she taps her foot.

“Melissa,” you say softly.

She just takes your hand and pulls you into the library before taking you to your desk- which remains just out of sight from the door.

“Shouldn’t you be in your classroom to wait for your kids?”

“I got Janine to watch them for arrival,” she tells you. “How much did you hear?”

“Enough,” you say softly. “You are a Philly eleven, you know.” 

And then you press your lips gently to hers. She kisses you back just as softly, and you can’t help but pull her in a bit closer.

But then you have to pull away. You know the older kids that come to your room will be there far too quickly, and you really don’t want them to catch you kissing their old second grade teacher.

“Y/N,” Melissa whispers.

“Go back to your classroom,” you say softly. “The kids that come to me in the morning will be here soon, and I don’t need rumors about the two of us going around.”

“Yeah,” the redhead agrees. “That probably wouldn’t be too great.”

You hum.

“So…” she says quietly though. “I’ll see you at my house tonight for dinner?”

You nod.

“It’s a date,” she promises as she squeezes your hand gently. With those words, she leaves your room just as one of your kiddos is coming in.

“Hey, Serena,” you smile softly. You immediately turn on your warm teacher voice, and Melissa can’t help but turn around and watch as the student comes over and embraces you.

The sunlight through the window hits you perfectly, and you look angelic.

While Melissa had initially taken a liking to you because of your looks (you might just be a Philly twelve), the heart of gold that you have is what made her really fall for you.