#just to calm down a bit and have some mindless fun

[athymhormia]

[starlitmelanin]

she tries to get over her crush on her childhood best friend jude by trying to set him up with other people. recipe for disaster, actually.🥴

no good deed | jude bellingham

pairing - jude x fem!reader

word count - 1.1k

warnings - none

it starts with lily.

lily is near perfect. she's smart, funny, doesn’t have the slightest clue about football — but, she’s sweet enough.

you figure, if you can get jude to fall for someone like lily, you can convince your heart to calm the hell down. you're not sure of the logic there, but it makes sense at 2 am when you're staring at the ceiling, wondering why you're such an idiot.

"hey jude," you say one evening, as he jumps to sit on your bathroom counter, while you do your skin care routine before bed. "what do you think about lily?"

he looks at you, eyebrows raised. "lily? she's cool, i guess. why?"

you try to sound casual. "i dunno, just thought you two might get along."

he shrugs. "maybe. but i'm not really looking for anything right now, you know?"

you nod, pretending like that doesn't make your heart do a stupid little flip. of course, he's not looking for anything. he's focused on his career, on being the best. it's one of the things you love about him. dammit.

but you're not one to give up easily. next, you try suggesting clara. clara, who's a bit of a wild card but has this infectious energy that you think might be good for jude. plus, she's been eyeing him for months.

"clara asked about you the other day," you say nonchalantly while you're at a party.

jude glances over at her, then back at you. "clara? really?"

"yeah. i think she likes you."

he laughs, shaking his head. "she's fun and all, but not really my type."

you swallow your frustration. "what is your type then?"

he looks thoughtful for a moment, then shrugs. "dunno. someone who gets me, i guess. someone i can just... be myself with."

you know he's talking about you. you know he is. but you also know he doesn't see you that way. it's like some cosmic joke.

weeks pass, and you keep trying. each time, he's polite, he's interested, but it never goes anywhere. part of you is relieved, but another part is just tired. why can't you just tell him how you feel? why are you such a coward?

one evening, you're both sitting on his couch, some mindless tv show playing in the background. you've given up on the whole setting-him-up-with-someone-else thing, and he seems to sense your frustration.

"you've been weird lately," he says, nudging you with his shoulder. "what's going on?"

you laugh, but it's hollow. "nothing. just... life."

he doesn't buy it. "come on, we've known each other forever. you can tell me."

and that's the problem, isn't it? you can't tell him. you can't tell him that every time he smiles at you, it feels like the sun is shining just for you. you can't tell him that every time he dates someone new, it feels like someone's twisting a knife in your gut. you can't tell him that you're so stupidly, hopelessly in love with him that you can't even see straight.

instead, you say, "it's just... complicated."

he looks at you for a long moment, and you wonder if maybe he knows. if maybe he's always known. but then he smiles, and it's the same smile he's given you a thousand times, and you realise he doesn't. he has no idea.

"well, whatever it is," he says, "you know i'm here for you, right?"

and that's what breaks you. because he is there for you. he's always been there for you. and you're so tired of pretending. so tired of lying to yourself.

"yeah," you whisper. "i know."

you leave early that night, making some excuse about needing to get up early. he looks disappointed, but he doesn't push. you're grateful for that.

back at home, you stare at your reflection in the mirror. you look the same as always, but everything feels different. you can't keep doing this to yourself. you can't keep tearing yourself apart for someone who will never see you the way you want him to.

so you make a decision. you're going to tell him. you're going to lay it all out, consequences be damned. you'd rather have the truth out there, even if it means losing him, than keep living this half-life.

the next day, you call him. "can we talk?"

he senses the seriousness in your tone and agrees immediately. you meet at some secluded park, the same park where you grew up together. it feels fitting, somehow.

"what's up?" he asks, concern etched on his face.

you take a deep breath. "i need to tell you something. and i need you to just... listen."

he nods, eyebrows furrowed and attentive.

"i've been in love with you," you start, your voice trembling. "for as long as i can remember. and i tried to ignore it, tried to set you up with other people, tried to do anything to stop feeling this way. but it's not working. and i can't keep pretending."

his face is unreadable, and you feel your heart pounding in your chest. you brace yourself for rejection, for the inevitable awkwardness that will follow.

but then he steps closer, his eyes never leaving yours. "you idiot," he says softly. "why didn't you tell me sooner?"

you blink, stunned. "what?"

he takes your hands in his, and you feel your breath hitch. "i've been in love with you too. but i thought you just saw me as a friend. i didn't want to mess things up."

you stare at him, unable to process his words. "you... what?"

he laughs, and it's the most beautiful sound you've ever heard. "yeah. all this time, i've been waiting for the right moment. i guess we're both idiots, huh?"

you laugh too, a mixture of relief and disbelief flooding through you. "i guess so."

he pulls you into a hug, and you feel like you're finally home. all the pain, all the frustration, it melts away in his arms.

"so," he murmurs, his breath warm against your ear. "what now?"

you smile, pulling back to look at him. "now, we stop being idiots and see where this goes."

he grins, and it's like the sun is shining just for you. "sounds like a plan."

and for the first time in a long time, you feel like everything is going to be okay. because sometimes, the person you've been searching for has been right there all along.

[the-universal-sun]

Little Lee coping with being overstimulated from Halloween/trick or treat, please and thank you!!

(Sorry this is a bit late! I’ve been really busy these last couple of days! I think I’m going to make this one an attempt at a fic Drabble instead of head canon bullet points. I’m not sure this is 100% what you’re asking for, but please let me know!)

It was so loud. Everything-everybody-was so loud. And bright. Bright and Loud was all Stan could process. The people talking to him, the itchy feeling of the warm under shirt Sixer made him wear under his werewolf costume. It was all too much. He wanted the noise to stop, for people to stop talking at him and down to him and expecting an answer. An answer he can’t give because he can’t speak, not like this, not when he’s small and his tongue feels like it can’t move in his mouth. He can feel his breathing pick up, he starts rocking on his feet to calm himself but it’s not working right now.

He looks at his big brother, hoping Sixer can pick up on his need to leave and for everything to stop, but he’s talking to someone about something he can’t bring himself to hear. He doesn’t want to bother his brother, he doesn’t want to make him mad. He never gets mad at him, but he doesn’t want to push him, not right now and not right here. He can feel the tears prick at his eyes, his lip wobbling. But he can’t cry, not now! Not here! Not in front of all these strangers who’ll know and who’ll make fun of him and ruin this good thing he has! He likes feeling little. He has to leave now, to get away. He lets go of Ford’s hand and darts off, his muscle memory moving him around the bodies surrounding him and bringing him to a quiet area of trees, the houses around it are dark, so there’s no one here to trick-r-treat, to see him and talk to him and make more noise around him.

Stan lets himself collapse against the tree, hands blocking his ears, rocking back and forth, his breath hitching and heaving and sobs wracked his body, tears fogging up his glasses and getting the taste of salt in his mouth. He cries silently, a lesson he learned a long time ago, and waits for his big brother to find him. He needs his brother to take him home and comfort him, but he ran off and what if Ford’s mad? He broke two rules! He left Ford and he didn’t tell him that he felt too much at once! But he can deal with him mad because he’s all alone now and he’s scared and alone and wants to go home now! But he can’t go home because Ford isn’t here, and he’s not supposed to go anywhere without him when he’s little, but he did! He broke the rules!

Stan’s sobs get heavier, quiet wails leaving his throat as his thoughts start spiraling and spiraling. His breathing picking up to a pant as he starts clutching and pulling at his hair.

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“It’s so nice that you’re still trick-r-treating with your brother at your age! I can barely get my kids to eat dinner with each other, and they’re not even teenagers yet-“ Ford smiles through the mindless babble of the woman in front of him. He stopped paying attention a long time ago, but experience lends him the knowledge that walking off as someone’s speaking to you tends to sour their feelings towards you, and he can’t have that while he’s with Lee. The people of Gravity Falls love him, and they don’t question them on the rare occasion that he takes Stan out around town when he’s regressed, like now. They just assume they’re doing some brotherly bonding or that Stan’s like that sometimes because of the deal with Bill or the memory gun. He doesn’t care to expound upon their theories, he doesn’t want them to know the real reason. Sure the kids, Soos, and Melody were fine with Stan’s regressing, but they’re family, he doesn’t know nor trust the rabble of Gravity Falls, all that matters is that they like Stan and he’s going to ensure they keep liking him. So he has to behave.

He takes a glance over to his brother and furrows his brow, Lee looks overwhelmed. He can feel his hand clutching his own even more, and his eyes have this far off look, one he gets when he’s overstimulated and is trying to hide it. He turns away from the woman to check on Lee more thoroughly when he rips his hand away and runs down the street.

“Stanley! Stop, what are you doing!” Ford yells as he immediately drops into a sprint after Stan, briefly losing him in the crowd of people huddled on the sidewalks. He needs to find Stan and do it quickly, he doesn’t want him to have an attack out here, all alone and vulnerable. He must’ve been so scared and overwhelmed to have run away from him like that. Why didn’t he notice the signs sooner? Why didn’t Stan give him a sign and let him know? He would’ve left in a heartbeat!

“Stanley, Buddy! Come on out, it’s Sixer, you’re safe with me!” Ford calls out as he gets to a less populated area of the neighborhood, hoping the nicknames will draw him out. He can feel himself starting to panic now, he scared for Stan. He doesn’t care if people find out about his brother's regression, but he knows Stan cares too much about it. Plus, he could be hurt, or could really be lost, or that blasted Trickster could get to him! He needs to find Stan soon.

Ford stops for a moment to catch his breath, hunching over his knees and trying to collect his thoughts. He needs to be logical and rational about this. His thoughts pause, however, when he hears a faint sound. He quiets his own panting and stopping, trying his best to hear the sound again. And he does, it sounds…it sounds…it sounds like Stan! It sounds like Stan when he gets so upset, he can’t silence himself, the muffled moaning wails that come out of his throat always breaks his heart to hear, and it still breaks his heart now, but at least he can find Stan with the sounds! He darts to his right, where he heard the wailing, and sees a cluster of tree near the darkest part of the street, the houses are all empty with their lights out, giving the tree cluster darkness and privacy away from snooping eyes.

Ford slowly approaches the trees, hearing the wailing get louder and louder the closer her gets. He spots Stan on the ground, furiously rocking back and forth, a self soothing habit he’s had since they were in elementary school. He slowly approaches him, not wanting to spook him and make him run off again.

“Hey, Lee? It’s alright, it’s just me, it’s Sixer. I’m here and everything’s going to be fine. Shhhhh, it’s okay, we are going to go home, get cleaned up, and I think an early bedtime is in order. Does that sound alright?” Ford likes the phrase every “command” he gives as a suggestion, something he learned early on in caring for Stan. Commands remind him too much of their father and of his decade of the streets, where he had no control over his life. Making anything that could come across as a demand a suggestion gives Stan the freedom to choose, to not remember those bad times.

If Stan heard him, he doesn’t give any indication. Rocking back and forth and whimpering, his hands almost tearing at his hair. Ford slowly gets down onto his knees beside Stan, reaching out with his hand and trying to set it on his brother’s shoulder. Stan whimpers and flinches away, an act that breaks Ford’s heart. He stops his hand from moving further, “shh-ing” Stan and talking in a soft and low voice, trying to calm him down.

“Lee, are you okay? Are you hurt? Or was everything just a bit too much, hmm? It’s okay, Bubs, you can tell me.” Ford questions slowly, trying to get Stan to focus on his voice rather than his thoughts. He figured Stan got overstimulated, but it wouldn’t hurt to check and make sure he wasn’t physically injured.

“…m’ so..ee” was the faint response he got from his brother. Stan was sorry? For what!? Stan had nothing to be sorry about, nothing at all!

“For what? I can’t think of a single reason for you to apologize, my Little Lee.” Ford reaches his hand out again, and Stan lets him rest it on the back of his head, hand sliding down to smooth his hair down and clutch his head.

“…I w-ran away…n’ I did’n say I was feew-feeling b-bad…” Stan’s panting as calmed down, but he’s still crying and hiccuping with each word. There’s a couple reasons his brother doesn’t speak very much when he’s little. He’s said he find it hard to move his tongue, he doesn’t feel the need to speak that often, and that when he does speak, he will flub his words, which Stan thinks makes him sounds too much like a baby. Ford disagrees of course, he thinks Stan sounds adorable when he speaks like that, but he understands the lack of need/want to speak at times, and he’d never force him. But he will revel in everytime he does speak. Except this time, of course, when his little brother is so panicked and overwhelmed he has to formulate words around a heavy tongue and heavier vocal cords.

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“Oh, Lee. I’m not mad that you ran away, or that you didn’t tell me you were feeling unwell. In fact, I’m sorry.”

Stan looked over at Ford at those words, why was he sorry? He didn’t break the rules, Stan did. Stan should be getting punished. His breathing slowed down with his thoughts, and his brother must’ve known what they were from his face.

“I’m your caregiver, Stanley. I’m supposed to look after you, to make sure you’re doing okay, especially in times like this, where you can easily get overstimulated. So yes, I’m sorry, Stanley, I’ve been remiss in my duties, my responsibility, to keep you safe. I’m so sorry.” Ford looked so sad, the look on his face made Stan’s chest ache even worse. Ford shouldn’t look like that! Ford shouldn’t be sorry! Stan should’ve let him know everything was becoming too much! It’s his fault, so why is his big brother sorry!? He doesn’t understand!

Stan leaned into Ford and vigorously shook his head, signaling his disapproval towards Ford’s apology and pointing at himself instead. Telling him that Stan should apologize.

“Oh, dear one, you can’t think this is your fault? Oh please don’t give me that look, I know you have trouble using your words, and I should’ve predicted that you’d get overwhelmed and kept a better eye on yo-!” Stan interrupts Ford by clapping his hands over his mouth and shaking his head again. Trying to Will himself to speak, but his tongue kept failing him, frustrated tears gathering in his eyes instead of scared ones.

Ford wraps his arms around Stan and pulls him into his lap, settling himself further on the ground, and rocking his back and forth as he gently pats his back. He slowly reaches up with one hand and wraps it around Stan’s wrist, removing his hand from his mouth so that he may speak.

“How about this, we both could have done better, and we’re both sorry, and we will work on our communication together so that we can avoid a situation like this again, is that good?” Stanley could continue to argue that he was wrong, but his Sixer’s rocking was better than his own, and now that he’s calmed down some, he’s feeling really sleepy.

He nods slowly as he reaches up and rubs at his eyes, feeling his brother laugh underneath him. He settles further on Ford’s lap, nuzzling his head into the crook on his brothers neck, letting out a deep sigh. Mind slowly drifting off with his brothers gentle rocking and soothing pats in his back. His mind barely picking up words as he drift further into sleep, arms clenched around Ford’s neck.

“I’ll take that as an agreement, my sleepy Little Lee. It’s alright, I can carry you to the car, you can go to sleep. Shhhhh-sh-sh-shhhh.” Stan starts to snore just a little, his eyes feeling too heavy to open, his head weighed down too much to nod. Instead, he puts two fingers down to form his favorite sign and gently taps his hand and Ford’s head in a well practiced rhythm of “tap…tap…tap…”

“And I love you too, my precious little brother.” Was Ford’s answer, Stan too deep into the throes and sleep to acknowledge it, but a small smile forming in his face anyways.

[crazylittlejester]

the fandom has felt kinda quiet to me for a few days now (which might totally be my fault i dont think im using this app correctly) and i kinda feel like im standing with a group of people where everyones done talking and no one know what to say next so im gonna do what i do then too: Yap ‼️ (its my one talent)

if you’d like to yap with me feel free to hop in my ask box and say whatever you like, headcanons, theories, whatever, but for now here are some random little headcanons I have:

(disclaimer: my apologies for weird spelling errors or oddly autocorrected words im dyslexic lmao)

- Wild loves to do fun things with his hair! He loves braiding it up in new styles or putting pretty things in it or buying fun clips to keep it out of his face. Sometimes one of the others with shorter hair who can’t do their own fun hairstyles will ask Wild if they can do his, and he almost always says yes

- Legend is the most likely to buy little gifts for the others. He’s not as likely as the others to verbally say he cares, and he can come off as a bit standoffish, but he really does love the others and gifting them little things is how he shows it. He bought Sky a beautiful new carving knife once, he loves giving Wild earrings (and Wild is not above just poking new holes in his ears so he can wear more of them at once), he gave Warriors a new journal one time, etc.

- Four is a HUGE fan of rain at night. He loves the sound it makes on roofs, it’s calming to him. It’s less fun when he’s sleeping outside, but he just loves the sounds and smells of rain. Warriors does too, and the two of them have sat out in the rain together silently, just enjoying each other’s company

- Twilight loves the occasional pet as Wolfie, as long as the others still hold the same respect for his physical space they do when he’s a hylian. He loves hugs, he loves the occasional pet, and he loves bonking the top of his head into the backs of Warriors’s legs to trip him before he innocently runs off to Time and acts like he’s done nothing wrong in his life ever

- Sky wakes up every day and chooses peace. He chooses kindness and love, and he seems so very calm and sweet on the outside, but if someone dares to lay a finger on someone he cares about he will explode and there will be serious consequences. He’s genuinely a very loving person, but he does have a side of him that’s just full of rage that he occasionally unleashes on monsters that deserve it. He one time let a sliver of that anger loose at a monster that knocked Wild unconscious and the others stood their with their jaws open, and then of course Sky turned back around after he calmed himself down and looked at them all like “:3”

- Hyrule cuts his own hair and because it has a good amount of curl to it, it ends up looking fluffy and it’s hard to see exactly how uneven it is. When Legend found him just trimming his hair in the dark with a knife he was like “what the fuck” and ever since he’s at least tried to help Hyrule make his hair a LITTLE more even (its still an absolute mess, but it looks fine on him)

- Wind gets under stimulated a LOT, it’s hard for him to just stay in one place or walk super slow or not be doing something with his hands, so Warriors taught him how to finger knit so he can do that while he walks as a sort of mindless activity. He doesn’t really make anything in particular, and he ends up unraveling it at the end of the day so he can keep reusing the same ball of yarn, but it helps him stay with the group and it gives him something to do as they walk

- Time is the biggest prankster of the group and he gets away with it every single time, and Wind, Wild, and Hyrule often end up taking the blame for it. The only ones who know it’s really him are Warriors (though he never actually catches him in the act, he just knows) and Twilight, who’s seen him do it several times and had to swear his silence. He’s too scared that Time will be disappointed in him if he reveals who the true prankster is, but he does feel genuinely bad every time someone else gets yelled at for one of Time’s dumbass pranks. On their last day together Time does reveal it was him all along, and then he literally leaves and disappears before the others have a chance to yell at him for it. When he arrives at the ranch alone with tears in his eyes, laughing his ass off, Malon somehow knows EXACTLY what just happened

- Warriors is usually the one who helps mend the other heroes’s clothes. They all have SOME ability to sew (some of them are better than others, like Wild and Legend, and some of them refuse to fix the holes in their clothes until it gets so bad there’s no fixing it and they literally just have to buy another tunic, *cough* Wind), but more often than not Warriors gets asked to do it, and he does it gladly. He does a wonderful job every time, and sometimes he gets to embroider little patterns, which is a lot of fun for him. When he gets bored he’ll just do that on his own spare tunics

again feel free to come talk to me in my asks or add ur own headcanons to this post :) i like to yap and i’ll gladly yap with you if you send me things

[sosappyjoos]

Ooooh, well since you love Yunho.

I'll guess I'll request a yunho smut please?

Yunho+praise+possessiveness

Thank you 🙏

Good Kisser-Jeong Yunho

↳Pairing : Jeong Yunho x f!reader

↳Warnings: MDNI! Seriously, dont! Smut, making out, brief mention of vomit (reader pukes on Yunho, but it's not mentioned too much), fingering (f. receiving), dick bulge, dom!Yunho, public sex, f!orgasm boss yunho, office romance, jealous and possessive Yunho, pet names (Sweatheart and baby), praise kink, Wooyoung and Yeosang are in the story but Y/N's friends and co-workers, mention of San. (pls let me know if there's anything else I should add)

Word count: 5,519

Summary: Reader gets drunk one night and talks bad about her boss Jeong Yunho, who ends up taking care of your drunk mistakes that night, including making out with him. But instead of being fired, you find that he's become rather possessive and a bit jealous about your interactions with some of your male co-workers.

Genre: enemies to lovers(?), office romance.

A/N: Aghhh this is my first ever fanfiction and actually my first time ever writing smut. This is unedited, so I'm sorry if there's any mistakes. But this was so much fun to write, and thank you @whatudowhennooneseesyou for the request. I hope you enjoy it. And maybe part 2?👀 Let me know if you want it. Also if people could please reblog this, that would be so helpful to help it get more attention and help me to continue writing amazing requests like this for everyone to enjoy. Anyways, enjoy!!

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“Fuck you, Wooyoung,” you cried out drunkenly. “Why did you introduce me to this damn job?”

“uh-huh I got it, I’m sorry,” Wooyoung tried calming you, looking around the busy restaurant apologetically.

“I work… I work over time every night, and I don’t even get to have a lunch break,” you raised your arms clumsily in exasperation, standing up from the frustration building in you. “And everyone,” you started waving your arms, at the indication, slightly stumbling. “Piles their work on me since I’m the "newbie." Their work isn’t even my job, I’m a secretary. What am I? Some kind of intern? I'm not even that new! I've been working here for 8 months!" You pointed too yourself, eyes wide. "But you know what?!”

Wooyoung cringed, looking behind you, quickly tugging on your arms trying to get you to sit down. “I get it, I know. Now sit down before you fall.”

You thankfully cooperated. “The worst of them all is Jeong Yunho,” You attempted to say in a hushed tone, but it was still loud. “That bastard really gets on my nerves." You sighed, your bottom lip sticking out in a pathetic pout. "Yea, he’s my boss. But does he have to give me so much work to do?! I can’t even go on any dates because I don’t have time! It's his fault that I'm still single!” You cried. Wooyoung tried covering your mouth, but you quickly shoved his hand away, glaring at him. “He’s always so abrupt, and strict.”

“I understand. Just quiet down, huh?” Wooyoung continued trying to calm you, looking anxiously from you, to something over your shoulder. But you were so wasted you hardly even noticed how nervous he seemed.

“He hardly even talks to me, too! He just tells me what he needs with a few short words and then ignores my existence!" "Does he not realize I'm human? I'm a human being! It's so lonely sitting at my desk where no one but him is around," you whined. "He’s just a mindless working jerk!”

“Y/N, be quiet, huh?” Wooyoung now hissed through clenched teeth. 

“Ugh,” You quickly stood up again. “And stop looking behind me, it’s so annoying!” Standing up that quickly wasn't the wisest move you made that evening, as you quickly lost your balance and began to stumble backwards. Wooyoung’s face distorted to a face of shock as he stood up reaching for you. Your eyes widened and you let out a small yelp before feeling an arm wrap around your waist, stopping your descent to the ground. The realization was a bit slow for your drunken state, but you finally looked up at who had miraculously caught you. Your eyes narrowed and you quickly stood up as straight as you could, your feet still fumbling a bit, your heels clacking loudly against the floor. 

“Jeong Yunho!” You yelled at the man himself as he continued holding onto your arm, stabilizing you. He watched you carefully as you pointed your finger to his face. “You’re a fuckhead!” you giggled at the made up insult. Yunho’s eyes widened with shock at the nickname before chuckling to himself with a smirk on his lips. You slumped a little bit against him, suddenly tired. Yunho looked at Wooyoung, who was watching the scenario you had gotten yourself into with a cringe on his face.

“How much did she drink?” Yunho asked him.

“More than usual,” Wooyoung told him shrugging. “I guess the stress really got to her. What brings you here, Yunho?” Wooyoung asked, a slight smirk on his face. “Did you come because of my text?”

Yunho was silent for a moment. “Why did you both decide to drink on a week-day?”

“We weren’t here originally to drink. We were just eating,” Wooyoung sighed, leaning back in his seat. “But Y/N just kept drinking more and more. I’m sure you can guess why from overhearing her earlier?” He raised any eyebrow at Yunho, scanning his expression. Yunho pressed his lips together, swallowing. He avoided Wooyoung's eyes for a moment. Wooyoung stood up with a grunt before clapping his hand on Yunho's shoulder. “I have to get going now. The guys are wanting to go clubbing.”

“On a week-day?" Yunho asked. Wooyoung simply shrugged, giving a lazy salute with his two fingers. "Aren’t you going to take her home?" Yunho called after.

“That’s your problem now! See you later lover boy,” Wooyoung waved at Yunho and walked out of the restaurant. 

Yunho sighed, annoyed. He held you close to him, as he bent down grabbing your bag and jacket from your chair. He started to make his way to the exit when he was stopped by one of the staff. “Excuse me sir, but the meal over there still hasn’t been paid for.”

Yunho scoffed, and shook his head, knowing Wooyoung left the bill to him. “That little shit.” He mumbled, before quickly paying and walking out of the restaurant. The cold air bit at your exposed face and arms, making you whine. The sound was oddly rather sexual, making Yunho's cheeks warm in the cold weather. He cursed his mind for thinking such thoughts, looking up at the sky, trying his best to ignore any such thoughts. He pressed his lips together, before wrapping your jacket over your shoulders. You suddenly stood up straight, stumbling like an uneven bowling ball, singing a tune that Yunho didn't have a chance at recognizing with your offkey singing. He huffed a small laugh, holding your wrist to keep you out of the way of others and the street.

With some difficulty he guided you to his car, and you didn't make it any easier for him to help you inside. And once you were inside, of course that was when you fell asleep. Yunho let out an exhasperated sigh sitting in the drivers seat. He rested his hands on the steering wheel, looking over at you peacefully sleeping next to him. You had a small pout when you slept, and Yunho found himself smiling at how adorable he found it. He straightened up and stopped smiling as soon as he noticed though. He now debated on where to drive. He'd tried to get your address from you earlier, however that conversation wasn't exactly productive. He'd tried calling Wooyoung, but was sent straight to voicemail. He debated his options, before shifting the gear in his car. “My house it is, I guess,” Yunho mumbled. The drive was quiet, and thankfully, getting you out of his car was not nearly as difficult as getting you in. You had simply flopped over his back, making it easy for him to carry you into his apartment.

But when he was almost to his bedroom door, he horrifyingly heard a gag from you! He hurriedly opened his door, but before he could reach the bathroom, he felt an uncomfortable warm wetness over his shoulder, and a very unsatisfying "Bleugh" from you. You had vomited over his white button up, and he felt unbelievably uncomfortable, his shoulders slumping in defeat with a heavy sigh. This wasn't the kind of thing he'd been expecting on a Wednesday night.

He carried you into his bathroom, leaving you seated on his sink counter. You kicked your feet playfully as he got out a spare toothbrush he'd gotten from a dentist visit. He put some toothpaste on it, and coaxed you into opening your mouth. You cooperated giggling drunkenly. As he began to brush your teeth, you looked up at him with doe eyes. He was once again cursing his dirty mind, and tried his best to not imagine something very different from a toothbrush in your mouth. He closed his eyes a moment trying to reset his mind before he resumed helping you brush your teeth, quite thoroughly.

"This is ridiculous," he mumbled to himself. And he really felt that way, it was a simple task that you could probably do yourself, but here he was helping you brush your teeth, while you smiled obliviously. After your teeth were sufficiently cleaned, Yunho helped you down from the counter top, and guided you to his bed. You sat down, passively looking around at his room.

Yunho took the opportunity to gingerly take off his shirt, grabbing an oversized gray t-shirt. But before he could put it on, a pair of arms swiftly wrapped around his waist, pulling him back harshly. He fell back on his bed, a startled yelp managing to escape him. And there you were, hovering over him, your eyes seductive. You ran a hand through your hair, out of your face, letting it fall gently to the side of you.

“Y/N?”

You smiled, leaning down close to his face, your lips a breath away. His eyes widened, and he swiftly grabbed your arms sitting up, avoiding the impending kiss. You groaned at the sudden separation.

“Y/N calm down."

“I'm calm,” You smiled, your hands cupping his face. You leaned in to kiss him, this time too swift for him to stop you. His eyes remained wide for a moment, before easing into the kiss. The kiss was slow at first, your heart was beating quickly, and your cheeks felt even more flushed than usual because of the alcohol. Yunho gently held the back of your head as you wrapped your arms around his neck. His other hand held your waist and began to slowly trail up through your shirt, both of you pulling to deepen the kiss. You began to descend your hand down his chest, before reaching the bulge in his pants. You firmly palmed it, making him moan. However, the action brought Yunho back to reality as he realized the situation. 

Yunho pulled away from the kiss abruptly, shocked. You were also shocked but from the abrupt pause. He held your shoulders back as both of you breathed heavily from the make out session. His eyes sparkled as you looked at them, and seemed to hesitate before he avoided yours, distancing himself with you. You reached out for him again, but he caught your arms holding them away from him. “Y/N, you’re drunk.” He shut you down. Your eyebrows furrowed, a protest on the tip of your lips. But he stood up with a deep breath, still avoiding eye contact with you. “You can sleep here on my bed tonight. You have work tomorrow, so rest well.”

He swiftly left the room, and you simply stared at the door. Your head was fuzzy, and your eyelids felt heavy. After waiting a moment in case he returned, you finally laid back on the bed, hardly anything running through your drunk mind as you drifted off to sleep.

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You woke up the next morning to your alarm ringing which also triggered an excruciating headache. You groaned, reaching for your phone on your dresser, only there was no dresser as you reached. Your head popped up from your pillow, confused. You squinted around the room you were in, only to see it was not your room at all. You quickly sat up a gasp escaping you, your phone still ringing as flashbacks from the night before came into your mind full swing. Not only had you totally bad-mouthed your boss and he potentially heard it, but you also called him a childish insult right to his face. And to top it all off, you had made out with your “Fuckface” boss after puking on his shirt. You groaned mortified at yourself as you quickly stood to look for your phone, seeing it surprisingly neatly charging on the dresser, with a green sticky note on it. You shut off the blaring alarm, slightly relieving the mind splitting headache you were suffering from. Then you looked at the sticky note. 

“I set an alarm for you on your phone so you'd wake up in time. There’s some new clothes for you in the bag on the dining table along with some food to help with your hangover. You can take a shower if needed. and the toothbrush you used last night is still there, it's the purple one. I sent you where the closest subway station is too. Don’t be late -Fuckface”

You once again groaned seeing the horrid nickname you’d given him written at the bottom of the sticky note, crouching down. “I’m done for,” you chuckled in disbelief, letting yourself simply fall to the floor. “My career is over, my life is over-” you let yourself just whine, absolutely mortified. But remembering the warning against being late to work, you checked your phone, relieved to see that you had time to get in the shower as Yunho had said. You tried pushing your embarrassing night out of your head, so all that remained was your terrible hangover. You got up and walked into the kitchen to see some porridge and a glass of water on the table, along with the bag of clothes Yunho had left. You stared at the bowl of porridge for a moment before slumping down in the seat, eating it quickly. It was tasty, and you couldn't help but think about how thorough Yunho was even outside of work. After showering and getting dressed, and applying what little make-up you had in your purse, you hurriedly left the house. 

The subway station was really close which made things even less stressful for this morning. And even though you still had a bone to pick with Yunho, you were thankful for how easy he had made it for you this morning. It wasn’t like he was the worst boss out there of course. He was just… very very particular about his work, so much so that it didn’t seem like you could hardly do anything “right” according to him the first 3 months of working for him. You were shocked you hadn’t been fired before during that time as it truly seemed nothing was up to his standard. But finally you had gotten the hang of things a bit, and were able to do some things right. It was even more difficult when your co-workers kept giving you tasks that weren’t even for secretaries, let alone a personal one. They all treated you like an intern, and it felt insulting. But you clenched your teeth and did the work anyway, overworking yourself to the bone. 

You took a deep breath in front of your work building, mentally preparing yourself to go inside and face your boss. The same boss you'd most definitely offended, and most definitely kissed last night.

“Good morning,” a bright voice said behind you, and a skipping wooyoung stopped at your side, a giant grin on his face. 

“Good morning, my ass!” You scowled, glaring at Wooyoung. He inched away from you, a . “Why the hell did you leave me to Mr. Jeong, you asshole!”

“I had to leave!”

“But that’s my boss you left me with, drunk! Who I bad mouthed too!”

“Well someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed,” he pouted. 

You pressed your lips into a thin line, nodding a bit. “Well, I guess you could say something like that,” you mumbled. 

“Ladies first,” Wooyoung indicated for you to enter the building first. 

"Then I insist you be the one to go first,” you smiled sarcastically.

Wooyoung squinted at you, before walking inside, you following close behind, your shoulders sagging in reluctance.

“So, what ended up happening last night?” You both stepped into the elevator

“I’d really rather not talk about it.”

“That bad huh?”

“No, it was worse than bad Wooyoung. All I’m going to say is don’t be surprised if I never come to work again after today,” you sighed, walking out of the elevator together. 

“You’re exaggerating,” Wooyoung squinted at you. 

“I wish I was! I really fucking wish I was.”

You approached your desk which was just outside of Yunho’s office. The lights seemed to still be off inside his office, meaning he still wasn’t there. You let out the hundredth sigh already today as you slumped down in your chair.

“It’s over,” you once again mumbled to yourself, remembering last night's events. The way Yunho's lips were so soft but strong against yours, and the way he held you so close to him. The way his fingers brushed against your skin.

You sat up abruptly though, shutting down those thoughts before your face turned bright red. "All I can do now is try to convince him to let me stay," you mumbled, straightening some papers you had on your desk.

And there he was right down the hall, Yunho's steady foot prints approaching your desk. You quickly stood up, ready to greet him. You bowed to him with a polite “Good morning Mr. Jeong,” as he passed by, opening the door to his office. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, thankful he passed by so quickly.

“Ms. Y/N,” Yunho called, and your head snapped up to him. He was holding his door open. 

“Yes?”

“Come inside,” he simply said, walking into his office. 

“Yes…” you groaned, your shoulders slumped as you walked through his office door.

“Mr. Park wants to reschedule our upcoming meeting to the 27th, adjust my schedule to fit him in,” Yunho said nonchalantly, taking off his suit coat and resting it on his chair. 

“Ah, yes. I’ll quickly do that for you…” You said slowly. You furrowed your brows. 

“Oh, and be sure to remind team 1 we have a meeting today to talk about the upcoming project.”

“Of course,” you affirmed. You couldn’t help but feel a little bit confused. He’s acting the same as always. You stared in a bit of disbelief at him. He settled into his seat, opening a manila folder. He looked up at you, puzzled.

“You can leave now.”

“Ah, right.”

You quickly rushed out of his office and into your own space, looking at his calendar for the 27th. You shifted a few things around, but thankfully there wasn’t much scheduled that day yet. You also sent out a reminder to Team 1 about the meeting that would be held in an hour. After that you scanned your emails, thankful for the distraction. 45 minutes passed of productive work before you stood up, and began getting the meeting room ready, setting out water bottles, folders and snacks on the table for everyone.

“Y/N,” you heard Wooyoung call. You turned around to see him at the door, smiling as always. 

“What do you need this time?”

“I’m just setting up the presentation,” he shrugged, bringing his laptop in, and setting it up to the big screen at the front of the room. Wooyoung was the team leader of Team 1. You already knew by now that Yunho and Wooyoung were actually pretty close, but you didn’t mind. You’d known Wooyoung since high school, and you’d gone your separate ways after during college, and a few years after that you'd gotten back in contact. You were thankful he’d introduced you to such a big job, but Yunho’s constant corrections of every little thing, and abrupt demands and assumption that you knew what he was thinking 24/7 was still exhausting. The powerpoint was open at the ready. Wooyoung walked over to you, as you were restocking one of the snack baskets. He reached over to pick up one of the mini packages of almonds. “Can’t you bring better snacks than these?” You rolled your eyes, attempting to snatch it out of his hands, but he quickly lifted his arm so the snack was out of reach.

“These are fine. Besides, Mr. Jeong likes them right now,” you sighed, once again trying to reach for them. 

“Ah, your prince charming last night?”

You grunted, huffing the hair out of your face as you continued to reach for the snack. Wooyoung let out an annoying giggle which was only getting more and more on your nerves. 

“Ahem,” someone behind you interrupted. You stopped, spinning around to see Yunho, leaning against the glass door frame. He had an eyebrow lifted, and his jaw was slacked. He stared at us, unamused. 

“Oh Yunho!” Wooyoung greeted finally lowering his arm. You quickly snatched the snack out of his hands and bowed to Yunho. You then started filling the snack basket again, but you could feel Yunho’s eyes still on you.

“Is everything set up?” Yunho finally asked Wooyoung. 

“Yes, everyone should be here in just a minute.”

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The meeting had started out fine, but Yunho quickly began analyzing the imperfections and holes in Team 1's product plan, seemingly extra irritable. Poor Wooyoung was a mess trying to reason with Yunho and keep up with his frequent “attacks.”

“Apparently he also woke up on the wrong side of the bed,” Wooyoung mumbled to you, packing up his laptop. 

Well, once again, it was something like that. You patted Wooyoung's shoulder encouragingly. “Come on, it wasn’t that bad,” you tried. “And it’s good he’s bringing attention to these things early on so it runs more smoothly when we finally start on the project,” you reasoned. 

“Y/N,” Yunho said sternly. He walked up to you and Wooyoung. “I need you to copy 70 of these and distribute them to all team members personally. After that I need you to plan and schedule the Breakfast Banquet in June. I expect it to be half-way finished by today. Oh, and I also need you to contact Mrs. Lim about the advertisement set-up, and have her change the place to somewhere more… exotic.” Yunho piled. You had gotten out your tablet halfway, frantically typing down everything he had told you, precisely. “Oh, and bring me some coffee and some lunch. Make sure it’s something refreshing.”

“Yes, I’ll start on everything right away,” you said, as he began walking away. 

“Ah, and if this is too abrupt and strict for you, then… so very sorry,” he gave you a sarcastic smile, before walking away

Your jaw dropped as you watched him leave. So this is about last night. You closed your mouth, letting out a scoff.

“You regretting what you said last night yet?” Wooyoung teased. You slammed the papers Yunho had handed you onto the table, and gave Wooyoung a scathing glare. Wooyoung took the hint and quickly left you seething.

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The next day you came to work with very prominent dark circles under your eyes. The additional work Yunho had piled on you had proven to be very difficult and you left work way later than usual, absolutely drained. You were thankful it was now Friday, impatient for the weekend. 

“Woah! What happened to you?” Were Wooyoung's first words seeing your face at your desk. You glared at him. "You look like shit."

"Thanks for boasting my confidence there," you said in a monotone voice. “I worked overtime last night.”

Wooyoung pursed his lips. “Couldn’t be me. I went clubbing with some girls. Yeosang and San came with me,” he bragged. This only made you more annoyed. 

“Clubbing. On a weekday?” you let out an annoyed chuckle. “Wooyoung, you better get out of here in 3 seconds or I strangle you.”

Wooyoung gave another smile and quickly walked away from your desk. You sighed holding your temples. You heard Yunho step out of his office, and you quickly stood, bowing to him. He pursed his lips gradually approaching your desk. 

“The Breakfast Banquet planning looks good so far. You can slow down on the project now over the next few months. And Mrs. Lim called with the new location for the ad. It fits well,” Yunho told you awkwardly.

You gave your best smile. “Glad to hear it.”

He nodded, walking away slowly. 

“Glad to hear it,” You mocked yourself. “More like that’s what I better hear, you-!” Your phone pinged and you glanced down at the message. It was an announcement of a team dinner with team 1 that you were invited to. You smiled, excited for ending the evening the right way.

“Y/N!” You looked up and spotted one of the members of Team 2, Han Yoonjung approaching your desk, with a big smile. Your own smile faltered. Yoonjung was one of the main perpetrators of passing off her work to you. And she always made it practically impossible to say no to.

“Hi, Ms. Han,” you greeted politely. 

“Oh come on. Call me Yoonjung, I don’t mind,” she smiled. “Hey, so tonight my boyfriend made some plans to go out to dinner that I totally forgot about. Problem is I have a bit of a project that I need to finish before tomorrow. Would you be able to finish it for me?” she asked. 

You paused for a moment, already annoyed. “But I actually have a bit of plans tonight. There’s a team dinner.”

“Oh those are lame anyways. Always so stuffy and boring. I'd actually be doing you a favor helping you get out of it,” she dismissed. “Please?”

You hesitated on what to say, wanting to refuse more firmly while still being polite. You opened your mouth to speak, but someone spoke before you could. “She said she had plans tonight.” You looked at Yunho as he approached the both of you. 

“Oh, well I was just asking for a bit of a hand to help,” Yoonjung tried to excuse herself. 

“Doing a full project for another worker is hardly a bit of a helping hand. That's quite literally doing their job for them," Yunho explained. Yoonjung was about to speak again, but Yunho beat her to it. "I can’t say I’m impressed that you keep handing off your work to my personal secretary,” Yunho raised an eyebrow. Your stomach jumped. Yes! Help me out of this for once, please! I stayed here way too late last night for you not to stand up for me!

Yoonjung shrank down. “I was just asking since I wanted to go to dinner with my boyfriend and-”

“And I don’t see why Y/N would need to take responsibility for that,” Yunho interrupted, sternly. Yoonjung swallowed, her cheeks red. “I also know this isn’t the first time you or others have asked. Y/N is a personal assistant, not a crew member on one of your teams. Her job is very different, and important for me." Yunho said. His defense was giving you butterflies, which in a way felt pathetic, but you couldn't help but feel a little giddy. "Y/N doesn’t accept work from anyone else, unless it’s been pre-approved by me. I hope you spread this to your co-workers as well,” he told her in a firm yet gentle manner, making sure to stay professional. You looked down at the ground, swallowing a victorious smile. 

“Yes sir,” Yoonjung affirmed. Yunho gave her a short polite smile before she walked away. 

“Thank you, Mr. Jeong.”

“Of course. And it's true, you shouldn't be accepting work from others unless I approve, so don’t hesitate to call for me,” Yunho smiled. He then lifted his hand which held a coffee. “You seemed tired so I got you some coffee.”

You blinked in shock, and then finally grabbed the coffee. “Oh. Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it,” he dismissed, walking away into his office. You held the back of your hand to your cheek, trying to cool it. You couldn’t help but smile as you sipped on the beverage, and sat back down at your desk.

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The restaurant was loud with all your co-workers from Team 1 talking and laughing. You were also thankful to be participating in the fun.

“You seem more energetic since Yunho’s additional tasks yesterday,” Yeosang said. He was sitting across from you taking a sip of the water in front of him.

“Oh. It wasn’t so bad,” you dismissed, taking a bite of food. 

“Yea right,” Wooyoung chuckled. “Your dark circles were practically sagging to our feet this morning.”

“Stop exaggerating,” You shoved him. It was true that it was a lot of work, however your mood about it had significantly improved after talking with Yunho. You felt a bit pathetic for feeling so happy over such simple things like him praising you, or defending you against co-workers shrugging their responsibilities on you. But it did make you happy, and you took the optimism gladly. Suddenly there was a rush of shocked conversation around you. You looked up and saw Yunho’s tall and lithe figure walking into the restaurant. Wooyoung and Yeosang waved him over and he approached the three of you. He sat down next to you smiling. He looks so cute. You thought. You may have not always been a fan of Yunho, but you weren’t a liar. He was obviously a very attractive man. So attractive it was sometimes hard to be mad at him. You made eye contact with him and your stares lingered for a moment, before you both looked away. You chewed the inside of your cheek, unsure what to do with yourself now. 

“You made time to come. We’re glad to see you,” Yeosang clapped Yunho’s shoulder.

“I thought it wouldn’t hurt if I came,” Yunho shrugged, taking a drink.

Everyone was enjoying their time eating, drinking and talking. As Yunho, Wooyoung and Yeosang talked and goofed off, you couldn't help but smile along. You were getting a bit tipsy, and decided to dismiss yourself to the bathroom real quickly. You stared at yourself in the mirror, pinching your cheeks a bit trying to remain as sober as you possibly could. Your cheeks were already a bit flushed, and the pinching didn’t help at all, but you couldn't get drunk tonight. Not after that fiasco a few days ago.

You walked out of the bathroom, and there Yunho was leaning against the opposite wall. He walked up to you, a shy look on his face.

  “Listen,” he starts, chewing the inside of his cheek. “I’m sorry for piling all that work on you. I understand it was a lot, and it was petty of me to get back at you.”

You sucked at your teeth taking in his apology. “Don’t worry about it. I’d have to work on all of it eventually, so it was a good head start. Besides, I said some pretty terrible things about you.”

“Guess we’re even now,” Yunho said. 

“Well actually, about that other night-” You started, but Yunho shifted uncomfortably and interrupted you.

“I think we should get back to everyone, don’t you think? Wooyoung and Yeosang will definitely eat all of the meat if we're not there.”

“Oh. I guess so.”

You both started walking back to the group, but before you could be in view of the others Yunho leaned down trapping your head behind a busy booth, whispering in your ear. “You’re a good kisser though.”

Your cheeks flushed and your heart was throbbing as you both sat down. Yunho hid a smile as he sipped on his drink.

“Y/N, were you able to get that guy's number last weekend? I left before seeing you actually do it,” Yeosang asked. You sank down in your seat, embarrassed for some reason.

“No… He left before I could ask,” I said shyly. 

“Come on, you hardly go clubbing with us and you missed this one opportunity to get a guy's number,” Wooyoung whined. “Why don’t you come clubbing with us again this weekend?”

You glanced over at Yunho, his tongue was in his cheek, and nose slightly flared. “I think I’ll actually pass,” you said.

“Then should I be the one to get your number and show you a fun time?” Wooyoung teased.

You fake gagged. “Wooyoung that’s just not right,” you said. 

“You’re right,” he shivered at the idea. 

Yunho quickly stood up now, swinging his suit jacket over his shoulder. “I have to get going now. Wooyoung, make sure to use the business card.” He quickly walked out of the restaurant. You frowned at his abrupt departure, you'd slightly been hoping to talk more.

“What was that about?m He looked pissed.” Yeosang mumbled. Wooyoung and Yeosang dove back into conversation, while you were lost in thought. What did Yunho mean exactly, by being a good kisser? Why would he say that to you? Was he wanting to forget that night, or remember? You couldn't tell what he was hoping to achieve by complimenting your kissing skills, and it was killing you.

Your phone pinged, dragging you out of your thoughts. The message was from Yunho.

I’m down the street by the bus station. Meet me there in 5 minutes. 

Your heart leaped and you quickly exited the message so Wooyoung’s nosy ass wouldn’t see. You waited for a moment, before standing up with your bag and pulling your long coat on. “Hey I have to get going now. I’ll talk to you guys laterm though.”

Both Wooyoung and Yeosang protested as you left, but you simply waved and walked out the door. You pulled your jacket closer around you, your hairs rising from the bitter cold. You walked at a quick pace to the bus station Yunho had mentioned. You didn’t understand exactly why you felt so giddy. He probably forgot to give you some business file, but for some reason the thought of seeing him in private made your stomach feel jumbled, especially after he had suddenly complimented your kissing skills earlier.

 You arrived at the bus station and looked around. There was an older man, drunkenly sleeping on the bench, but Yunho was nowhere in sight. You felt the giddiness start to dissipate and your shoulders started to slump when you suddenly felt a hand grab your wrist. You turned and saw Yunho quickly pulling you to a dark small alleyway making the giddy feeling come back full swing.

He pushed you against the brick wall, arms holding the wall on both sides of your head. He stared at you for a moment. His eyes sparkling from what little light there was around, but his eyebrows were still raised with an air of sternness. You were breathing heavily, your heart beating quickly from the unexpected turn of events. Finally he leaned down to you, kissing your lips with vigor. You kissed him back matching his intensity. He held your head, and tilted into the kiss, deepening it, now holding your waist with his other hand, pulling you closer to him. The wetness in your panties was inevitable at this point, especially as he placed his leg between yours. He broke away from the kiss, and you briefly worried he would stop like he had last time you’d made out. Instead he spoke in a hushed tone.

“I thought I gave you so much work you didn’t have time to date? You were going to give your number to some guy at the club?” He then started to kiss down your neck, the hand at your head now traveling down your leg. 

“I thought of it, but decided not to after remembering how much I wouldn’t have time for him,” you breathed out.

“Ah, is that why you decided to flirt with Wooyoung instead?” Yunho nibbled at your collar bone.

“Wooyoung and I don’t flirt. He’s basically a brother to me,” You sighed, biting your lip. Yunho moved his hand to the inside of your thigh, traveling up your skirt. You got a run of shivers from his touch along with the cold. 

“And?” Yunho asked, his lips once again at your neck. His long fingers were now brushing the hem of your panties. 

“And I’d never date him,” you told him.

“Good girl,” Yunho said, finally placing his hand over your clothed pussy. He could feel how wet you were, soaking through your panties. He stopped kissing your neck and looked at you now, smirking. “You’re so wet for me, sweetheart,” he hummed. You let out a shaky breath, trying your best not to moan. You gripped onto his arm as his two fingers pushed aside your panties, smoothing over your slickness. “Were you wet like this the last time we made out?” he asked.

You couldn’t even respond, just desperate for his deeper touch. Your eyebrows were furrowed and you closed your eyes, trying to enhance what you were feeling from his fingers. “Your little pout is so pretty, baby. Do you want more?” he asked. You only nodded. You could hear him breathe out a chuckle as he slipped his two fingers inside you. He let them slowly reach up, and slowly pulled them out once more, making you almost moan, but you quickly covered your mouth, choking back the demonstration of pleasure. 

Finally he began to slowly pump his fingers inside you, trying to subtly find your g-spot. Finally, his fingers reached it, and you trembled a little bit, letting out a small whimper. Yunho gave a sly smile. “Found it.” Now that he found it, he was intent on using it as much as he could. As he massaged your g-spot he used his thumb to rub your clit. You were trying so hard not to moan with every pump now, and could only let out small quiet whimpers now. “You’re staying so quiet for me baby, you’re doing so well,” Yunho now whispered in your ear.

“It feels so good,” you whispered back. 

“Better than wooyoung, or that guy could ever make you feel, right?” He asked. You only nodded now, unable to speak. There was tension building up in your stomach, and you held tight onto Yunho’s wrist, feeling your orgasm on its way. “You got it sweetheart. Cum nice and sweet for me.” he encouraged, feeling you start to clench around his fingers. Your relief was hanging on by a string as he fingered you even more rigorously, and he rubbed your clit even harder and faster. Finally your breath hitched as that string finally snapped, and your body shook a moment from the intense orgasm. You barely stifled your moan, but your legs started to lose strength. Thankfully Yunho held you up with strong arms. “You did so well,” he whispered, kissing your forehead. 

“Hey, we should all go for a second round!” You heard Wooyoung's voice approaching from down the street. You quickly looked at Yunho, frightened to be seen in this state. Thankfully he understood your look. The sad part was his fingers leaving your insides, as he used his other hand to spin you away from the outside view of the alleyway. His tall figure blocked you completely from outside view. 

“Haven’t you had enough to drink?” You heard Yeosang reason, very nearby now. Yunho’s head tilted, listening intently. You could see the group's shadow begin passing by in random conversation. 

Yunho gave you a seductive glance, sticking his two fingers which were inside you inside his mouth, sucking. You stared at him, turned on once again. He took the fingers out of his mouth leaning down to you. “You really did cum nice and sweet for me,” he whispered after the group had passed. 

You rolled your eyes, an inevitable smile on your lips. You stood on your tippy toes, giving him a kiss, which he gladly accepted. You broke the kiss, and he looked at you curious. “Am I really that good of a kisser though?”

[jamphibiann]

in a hyperthetical modern au, what tv shows or music you think your characters would like?

ooooh fun question!

Tbh think Bruin would be really into really long drama shows. Like they’ve watched Grey’s anatomy in its entirety at least half a dozen times. Really long mindless shows they can just zone out and fly though. Not to be cliche but nature documentaries would also work if they needed background noise. Headcanon that Bruin listens exclusively to classical music or else audiobooks/podcasts.

I think Pietro would be a YouTube deep dive type of bird. Their YouTube recommendations are a menagerie of random informative or educational videos and they’ll hit one randomly when it catches their attention and then watch 20 other videos on the topic and then rinse and repeat the next day. Ironically I think Pietro would love pop music, some really mindless upbeat tunes they can hum and dance along to. It would calm them down and get them to relax a bit!

Ok speedrun

Alice (limb by limb): I believe in my soul that she was a silent fan of all the 2000s emo bands. In her feels gazing out the bus window listening to my chemical romance. Also I’m projecting SuperWhoLock onto her. She was there, in the trenches, writing johnlock and destiel fan-fiction with the rest of us.

Amanda (goode’s ((Cantripped)): only cadence knows this about her but she LOVES cheesy rom coms and hallmark movies but with anyone else she pretends to hate them. “Uh my last case was better than this! *continues watching*”

Corinthia (mythos) she would totally end up watching entirely like. The older Disney channel shows with her little sister and unironically enjoy them. She would sing along to the liv and Maddie theme song I just know it.

Sterling (umber ((also Cantripped)) (MY CURRENT EXTREME HYPERFIXATION) Sterling would have the most obscure indie rock music taste. They’re frequenting concerts in the tiniest venues you can dream of and they ARE moshing.

[koolades-world]

Spellbound Secrets

chapter three: wishes unspoken

synopsis: The House of Lamentation caught fire one night, and you were the only one they recovered from the wreckage. The brothers were in the house as well when you went to bed that night, but they were nowhere to be found. The pact marks are faded, and seem to be getting more and more indefinite by the day. You and Solomon get to investigating but oddly enough, nobody can seem to remember the missing brothers. It’s up to you, with the help of Solomon, to find your beloved demons, lest you never see them again.

navigation: playlist | prologue | chapter one | chapter two | chapter three (you are here!) | chapter four (coming next saturday)

authors note: sorry this was a little late! i procrastinated again lol. but! i did have some great fried chicken lol. tags list is still open for anyone who'd like to be added :) and yes, i do know the ending is a little cheap but i was running out of ideas haha

You awoke the next morning with a start, unsure as to where you were or why you were there. Despite the confusion, you were calm and felt the most well rested you'd been in months. The lights were still off but a little bit seeped in from under the door. In the time you were laying awake, a few shadows past the door, going in opposite directions. After hearing the familiar footsteps outside the door, you recalled you were at Purgatory Hall. You were safe and sound, surrounded by those who cared about you.

After that revelation, you sat there for a while. You weren't sure how long since the clock in Solomon's room was most definitely slow, but it was peaceful. You knew you couldn't lay there forever, but you took the moment while you could. With a stretch, you got up and found your D.D.D. charging on a nearby table. You only had notifications from games, most notably Ruri Tunes. It was bittersweet, and was no longer mindless fun as it once was. You took the device with you to the bathroom to freshen up a little.

Thankfully, the bathroom was open. Just like the House of Lamentation, there was one main bathroom. Since there was only four of you in this household, it was much more manageable and it was endearing to see everyone's things intermingling. It was easy to pick out what belonged to who. A pink, worn toothbrush for Solomon, a pristine yellow one for Luke, and a still wet blue one for Simeon. Meaning, the remaining purple one had to be yours. Just like yesterday, it was spine-chilling to see how it was identical to your toothbrush from back home. That just wasn't possible though. The fire took it, just like everything else in the house that night, including the brothers. You reached out to it and turned it over in your hand to search for the smiley face Belphie had drawn on it to distinguish yours from his. He thought it was cute that you unintentionally matched but didn't want to get them mixed up. Sure enough, it was there.

You put the brush down. You'd ask someone to head to the shop with you later to get a new one. Brushing your teeth could wait until after eating today. You went through the rest of your routine and in place of brushing, you rinsed your mouth out with some mouthwash that belonged to Solomon. You made your way downstairs after you were finished in the bathroom.

"Good morning, Mc!" Simeon was downstairs, leaning over the stove. He greeted you enthusiastically with a smile on his face.

"Good morning. What're you making?" You joined him beside the stove.

"Luke requested omelets. We had lots of leftover veggies from dinner yesterday, so I figured we could put them to use. Do you want one?" He made it look easy when he flipped the omelet perfectly without the use of a spatula.

"Yes please. No bell pepper in mine." You moved to the cabinet beside him to get a glass to fill with water.

"Of course. I'll let you know when it's finished. If you're looking for Solomon, he's in the library." Simeon answered your question before you could ask it.

"How'd you know?" You sipped from the glass. Instead of responding, he merely chuckled and didn't turn back to look at you once. "Thanks." You left the water on the counter, and left for the library. You remembered that library well. It was nothing compared to the House of Lamentation library, but you often remembered finding Solomon and Satan huddled together there, pouring over a spell book. Sometimes, Luke could be seen with them, watching in awestruck. Today though, Solomon was alone, reading a book on the floor. He was surrounded by stacks of other books. Some were on the table, but most were piled on the floor beside him due to the sheer number.

"Isn't sitting on the floor a little taxing for your old bones?" You sat crouched beside him.

"Not even a hello or a good morning?" He turned to you and placed a bookmark between the pages before shutting the book.

"How are you on this fine morning, good sire Solomon?" You elbowed him with a smile.

"It's so kind of you to ask. I'm well." He fully turned his attention to you.

"Really though, what are you doing on the floor? The sofa is right there." You picked up one of the many books and read the title. "A Complete History of The Devildom?"

"I sat on the couch at first, but it's much easier to sort through them on the floor." He gestured to the stack to his right. It wasn't nearly as tall as any of the others surrounding it, but it was decent enough.

"How long have you been awake? Are you really planning on reading all of these?" You set the book back down where it came from after you realized he had a system going.

"I promised to help you, didn't I?" He dodged the questions, but looked at you. You swept your gaze over all the books again. There were easily over one-hundred of them.

"Thank you." You tried to convey all of your feelings with a smile. It was returned with a similar intensity from the sorcerer.

"It's my pleasure." He stood up, and offered you a hand. He pulled you up alongside him. Before you could respond, the two of you heard Simeon yelling off in the distance.

"That must be breakfast. Have you eaten yet?" You asked him, patting down a stray hair on his head.

"No. I got up and came straight here with a plan." He said back.

"That you came up with when?" You raised an eyebrow.

"Yesterday evening." Solomon told you. The door to the library was shoved open by the young angel who'd seemingly come looking for you.

"Breakfast is ready! Come eat. Simeon worked hard." Luke grabbed the both of you by the hand and marched you back to the kitchen where he'd presumably come from. You and Solomon exchanged glances as he tugged you behind him that you'd continue the conversation you'd been having later. He sat the two of you down in your spots at the table, then sat himself. The table was already set, including the glass of water you'd gotten yourself earlier. Simeon walked into the room shortly after with a large plate with all of the omelets on it. He told you all which had what ingredients in it, and you began to eat.

It was like yesterday. The conversation flowed naturally and never seemed to hit any lulls. It was a nice way to start the morning. The four of you discussed plans for the rest of the day. Simeon and Luke had some errands to run, leaving you and Solomon to do whatever you pleased. In the evening, Simeon wanted to watch a new movie that'd come out recently, and wanted to invite over the residents of the Demons Lord's Castle as well. Apparently, part of their errand running included headed there, so they just planned to invite them in person. After you'd eaten, you tried to offer to do the dishes, but as you thought he might, Luke protested and did them instead.

Solomon retreated back to the library, so after bidding farewell to the angels, you followed him. He was already back in the center of his bookstack when you reentered the library. However, this time there was a spot for you, right next to him. "So, about earlier." You sat down next to him with a slight wince.

"What about it?" He had already resumed reading the book you'd found him with before breakfast.

"How'd you sleep last night?" You put a hand in front of the book in an attempt to get him to look at you.

"Not well." He finally stopped attempting to read the book, and turned his attention to you.

"That's ironic. I think last night was the most well rested I've been in forever." You let out a sharp exhale.

"Really?" Solomon asked.

"Yeah. Lately, I've been tossing and turning. Just thinking. But I don't think I was up too long yesterday." You tried to recall last night, but you couldn't remember much.

"I'm glad." He said in barely a whisper. The room went quiet. He didn't go back to reading, but he didn't look at you either.

"How can I help you?" You finally spoke up.

"With sleeping or what I'm doing here?" He looked at you, wide-eyed.

"Both, silly." You leant into his side, lightly swatting at his arm. For a moment, you could tell he didn't know how to respond. His face was covered in a light dusting of pink, and as much as you searched his face, he wouldn't look back.

"Well, I've been searching these books in hopes for clues. Right now, I'm looking for traces of the brothers, but the books on the table are possible useful spell books." Solomon took a deep breath and continued like nothing had happened.

"Then I'll read with you. We can get through them quicker together." The two of you spent the rest of your day reading. You stopped around noon for a lunch break, but then you were right back at it. Occasionally, you'd look up and observe him nose deep in a book. He was focused and didn't even realize you were looking at him. The way he furrowed his eyebrows and pursed his lips was adorable. It proved a little hard to handle the books with your dominate hand still out of commission, but you were determined to make it work. You'd have to get used to life as a leftie from now on.

"Nothing from this book either." You set it aside on the growing pile of booked you'd already checked.

"How about we take a break?" Solomon set down the book he was midway through.

"Sure." You got up and stretched.

"I know we haven't found much yet, but we can't give up." Solomon stood up and began to reorganize the books you'd yet to read.

"I really still can't believe nobody but me remembers the brothers." You let out a heavy sigh.

"It's alright. We aren't giving up. This is just the first day of searching. We'd have to be incredibly lucky to have struck gold on day one." He reassred you.

"You're right. I know I shouldn't give up, but, it's sad, you know. I miss them." You rubbed at your face, exhausted. Solomon got closer to you, and placed a hand on your head. "It's only been a few months, but it feels like torture. And, nobody else even understands. Nobody remembers them, and I think that hurts more than my lonliness."

"No tears, alright? I made you a promise. It isn't often I do that. Save those for when we make a breakthrough." You could hear the subtle panic in his voice at the thought of you crying, which made you move your hands away from your face. You looked up, gently smiling. "You have me, anyways. I will not give up, no matter how long it takes. My ears are always yours to borrow if you need." He told you.

"I'll try my best." The grin he gave you back was worth dying for. You wished he genuinely smiled more.

"Didn't you say earlier that you needed to do some shopping? Let's go do that. It'll help us mentally relax from all the reading." Solomon offered.

"Actually, that's a great idea. I haven't brushed my teeth today." Solomon faked being disgusted and recoiled. "Don't worry, I used your mouthwash so I didn't stink up every room I entered." He continued to banter with you, but you couldn't ignore the way his ears flushed. The two of you set off to the store, laughing and talking the whole way there. You weren't really sure what color toothbrush to pick, because most of them just reminded you of the brothers. In the end, you settled on a deep blue that reminded you of the night sky, and the color of Solomon's cape. The only thing it was missing was a handful of silver sparkles for the stars.

As you added it to the little basket Solomon had on his arm, you heard a familiar voice behind you that made your heart drop. "The last thing I expected was to see the two of you here."

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[kaybeearts]

Is playing ObeyMe! or NB even worth it anymore?

I randomly started playing OM during COVID (2021 or 2022, can't remember). Important thing to note that I was always a F2P player, so that's the perspective I'm writing in.

I actually enjoyed the humor, characters, art, gameplay, and overall aesthetic. (Minus the icky parts about Lilith/MC's backstory, but let's pretend it doesn't exist.) It was this fun little game, but I eventually grew busy over the years and slowly stopped playing it.

I gained some renewed interest and came back to it late last year, and I even downloaded NB for the heck of it to see what it's all about.

I then saw an announcement from Solmare saying that they weren't going to create new updates and events for either game starting January 2025. That did shock me a bit, especially regarding NB since it was a much newer game. However, I didn't think it would affect my gaming experience that much. I was wrong.

What I enjoyed about all the story events was that it gave me the opportunity to earn items (glowsticks, energy drinks, presents, etc) as prizes instead of buying them with Devil points. Over the years, I really stocked up on all these items just from playing the events, and I was also able to save up a ton of DP and energy points. (Since I could also win those as prizes)

With the announcement, I just assumed that Solmare would recycle and re-release old events maybe twice a month. I didn't realize that when they said they'd "re-release events" they were referring to Nightmare events and not the actual story events.

If you want to access old story events, you need a LD ticket or pay with DP. Well, what happens if you used up all your LD tickets and DP? You can slowly build up DP if you're a F2P player, but as far as I've seen, there's no way to gain LD tickets without purchasing them. Absolute bogus.

I've also been having more and more issues with the ridiculous level spikes. Even before the announcement, it was impossible to level the cards up naturally, so I ended up using Grimm (which eats up quickly the higher the level) to level them up. That's pretty much the same issue I've had with leveling in NB.

Speaking of NB; I don't know about you, but I personally wasn't keen on the whole Rhythm game aspect of NB. I understand the devs wanted to make NB a totally different game (otherwise it'd just be a direct copy and paste of OM) but I'm just not a fan of rhythm games. The levels (aside from the Extreme ones) are not that difficult, but I just find them annoying. But that's more of a personal complaint because I just don't like rhythm games to begin with.

I liked OM because its gameplay seem very casual and a bit mindless. I'm not using that as an insult; I just prefer games that unwind me or calm me down. Not games that give me anxiety.

You're telling me I have to work on my reflex and hand-eye coordination skills just for a damn phone game? Come on.

OM was definitely not the best or even the most interesting game I've ever played, but it was fun. I could actually enjoy it as a F2P player, but that was before the announcement. These days, I am struggling to find enjoyment from the games.

As a side note, I'm really curious what happened with Solmare, internally, that caused them to come to this decision. I've read other posts online talking about how they're just money hungry these days, which seems to match up. They claim they're working on something new with the OM characters/story, which is fine, but then why stop creating updates for the og games? At least create more updates for NB; that game was only out for like a year before they decided to make that announcement, lmao.

[remyfire]

29 (a kiss to the back of the hand) or 18 (a kiss while laughing) for hawkeye/bj?

This was more fun than it had any right to be :D Thank you for the prompt, anon!! You get both kisses~ It's 2k, oops. I'm still very bad at making these short. Kiss Roulette [AO3 crosspost]

When Hawkeye comes back from taking a leak, practically swimming through the smokiness of the bar, BJ's still there, sipping his beer, staring right where he was when Hawk left. Hawkeye huffs with a crooked smile and shakes his head. Come to California, he said. Get some fresh air, he said. We'll have mindless wild hot sex every night and twice on Sundays with a matinee, he said—well, maybe not quite that, but close enough—and yet even after a year out here with him, BJ's goat is still just as easy to get.

Hawk almost bumps into a couple of college kids with their hands in each other's back pockets. "'Scuse me, fellas." Has to turn sideways to squeeze between two broad, muscular guys who are both somehow half a foot taller than him. "Pardon me..." And by the time he's back at BJ's side, he still hasn't looked away.

"You're not really thinking about it, are you?" Hawkeye asks by way of greeting.

Immediately BJ wraps his arm around Hawk's waist and pulls him flush to his side, then keeps a claiming hand on his hip. "About what?" He casually takes another sip.

"About Blondie over there in the red flannel." When he gets no response, he grabs BJ by the chin and rotates him so they're nose to nose. "Hey."

They lock eyes. BJ's face is perfectly calm but there's a tiny blue flame flickering in his gaze. "He's a dick."

Hawkeye's brows spring upward. "Beej, he hit on me, that's all. What's the big deal? Have you noticed where we are?"

"Yeah, he hit on you even after I kissed you right in front of him." BJ's voice tightens.

Hawkeye stares at him for a moment in silence before he sweeps his arm to the three men currently occupying a table in the back corner, two with their tongues down each other's throats, the other holding one of their hands over the table. "Again, have you noticed? Where we are?"

"Forget it."

Before Beej can turn his head, Hawk catches him again, resting their foreheads together. "Beej, the only thing I'd ever do with that guy is tie him to a chair and make him watch how good you give it to me with your giant horse cock. I could not be less interested in anybody but you. What're you worried about?"

BJ still seems a bit distracted by the chair-tying idea. Well, it wouldn't be the first time Hawkeye awoke something within him. Finally BJ takes a deep breath and bumps their noses together affectionately before pulling back, and this time Hawk lets him. "You wanna know what I've really been thinking about while you were gone?"

"Absolutely." Hawk leans his head against BJ's while finding Blondie near the back of the bar.

"I'm thinking about taking him up on that bet," BJ murmurs.

"You serious? Betting on a pool game?"

BJ shrugs. His fingers wander up and down Hawk's spine in the way they often do when he's plotting, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

Focus, Hawk, you can fuck him at home. "What're you gonna do that for? You could be sitting right here with me in your lap, but you wanna go over there and show off your machismo for cash we don't need?" It's a perfect excuse for him to grope BJ's ass. God, he looks good in these fucking pants. "Unless you're trying to tell me you left your wallet at home or something, and if so, I'm very interested in hearing all the dirty details of how you were planning on paying our tab."

"Spending money." He says it so casually that Hawkeye blinks at him. Beej glances his way for only a second. "For when we go to New York next week."

Amusement bursts in Hawk's chest like endless soda bubbles. "You wanna put our vacation money on the table on the slim chance that this guy isn't getting you steamed up so he can hustle you?"

"I could beat him," BJ mutters, voice stung.

Ah, his pride. It's not as easily bruised as it used to be but in moments like this when BJ can fully relax, put his hands all over Hawk if he wants, dance with him at the jukebox in front of everyone, it can open the door to his old hypercompetitive nature. Hawkeye keeps waiting for BJ to figure out that the best way to work all that tension off is simply bending him over the kitchen table and railing him until Hawk loses his voice from moaning like a bitch in heat, but they don't appear to be quite there yet. One day.

"I know you can." Hawk catches Beej's earlobe between his teeth and waits for the rough hum to bubble out of his lover's throat before he puts his arms around his neck and slowly rotates BJ to face him. "You are the cleverest, strongest, sexiest, brilliantest person I know. You've got a great eye." He waggles his eyebrows, smirking. "Amazingly talented hands." And though he can see BJ's still trying to pout, his cheeks are a lovely pink and his gaze has softened. "Okay, you know what? Do it, babe. Go kick his ass. We're gonna treat Sidney to a hell of a meal while we're up there."

BJ's lips twitch. He tries to hide it with that mustache of his, but unfortunately for him, Hawkeye knows his face better than his own now. "Well, if you're gonna insist like that..."

"However..." Hawkeye slides his fingers into Beej's silky hair, giving his scalp a tiny and affectionate scratch. "Just keep in mind that if you lose...I'm not blowing you for a week."

BJ whips his head up, brows rising. He flicks his gaze back and forth between Hawk's eyes like trying to guarantee his sincerity, but Hawk simply watches him with a coy smile, batting his lashes. "And what do I get if I win?"

Tingles ripple through Hawkeye. "I'll take you up to Lovers' Lane...and I'll ride you in the back seat."

Instantly BJ is more alert. "In my—"

"In your varsity jacket," Hawk agrees, nodding.

Beej opens his mouth, closes it, then speaks through what sounds like a strangled throat. "You said you thought you were gonna hit your head on the ceiling."

And he probably still will. He considers a helmet. Maybe just a little one. Something flat like a cushioned trash can lid. But for now, he shrugs, innocently wide-eyed. "What, you don't think your girl's flexible enough for you, Mr. Jock?"

In this moment, Hawkeye knows that he has guaranteed one of two options. The first is that BJ is fueled by passion and takes the win with ease. The second is that he'll be too hard to so much as focus.

It'll probably be fine.

"C'mon, Sir Beej," Hawk teases. "Do it for my honor or something, huh?"

BJ purses his lips and narrows his eyes in thought. Then he downs the rest of his beer and starts to step away. But at the last moment before he's out of reach, he catches Hawkeye's hand behind him. He sweeps into a low bow, then lifts Hawk's fingers to his lips and leaves a warm kiss on his knuckles that sears Hawk straight through like it's their first. "As you command, Princess."

Because he's a bastard, BJ saunters away with a certain spring in his step that has Hawk staring at his legs and chewing on his bottom lip, trying not to groan. Okay, well, he probably deserves the pain in the front of his trousers now too, that's completely fair. He keeps BJ in his sights at first, how he's smiling and laughing with Blondie—but Blondie's not familiar with how Beej's eyes glimmer in a very specific way when he's biting at the bit. That too is impossibly hot.

Hawkeye tells himself that he stays at the counter because if he goes anywhere near that pool table, BJ's gonna clock how hard he is and get too distracted to play well. But really if he's being honest, Hawk can admit it's because the view of BJ potentially leaning to take a difficult shot is way easier to see from here. Every time a couple or more block his view, Hawk's attention floats from the game to people watching to idly chatting with the bartender when he comes over to pour Hawkeye another beer. With the constant visual interruptions, it's hard to track how everything's going just from the placement of the balls on the felt, especially when both men are grinning, joking around with one another, just a little too steely-eyed—reading them isn't gonna help a bit.

He's in the middle of a full plot synopsis for My Fair Lady—Cockney demonstrations included—when a hand slaps down so hard on the bar next to him that he jumps away. "What the hell're you—" But then the hand lifts, revealing a truly impressive fat stack of cash, and Hawk gapes at it for a second before looking up at Beej.

There is a certain kind of smugness that BJ will wear where he's practically whistling everywhere he walks. It's in him now, the upturned lips, the way he cocks out his hip to an overdramatic degree as he leans into the counter, how fluidly his hands move when he folds up the money and puts it in his wallet for safe keeping, leaving a few more bills than he usually might on the bar.

Hawkeye glances over his shoulder but Blondie's nowhere to be seen. He elbows Beej and leans in close. "How'd it go? How bad was it? Did you have a hard time?"

BJ puts his arm around Hawk's waist. "He sunk two whole balls."

"You're kidding," Hawk breathes. BJ shakes his head. "How'd that happen? What the hell was he doing betting in the first place if he knew he was shit?"

"Oh, he wasn't shit. I told him that if he won, you were gonna suck him off in the alley after."

Hawkeye gasps, jaw dropping. "You did not," he breathes in delight.

"Sure did."

"What were you gonna do if you lost, then?"

The smugness floats to the surface once more as BJ cuts a glance toward Hawkeye, then rests his warm finger on his trachea. "I wasn't gonna lose. I told him aaaaall about how well you've trained your throat. He almost broke the cue in half from squeezing it so hard."

For a long moment Hawkeye simply gapes at him, trying to figure out where that fresh-faced, bright-eyed kid he met at an air base in Kimpo went if this naughty little jackass is left in his place. Fuck, why is it so hot when Beej struts his stuff like this? When the cockiness rolls off of him in waves? Suddenly Hawk starts chuckling, thick and low, and he cups the back of BJ's head and pulls him in to kiss him languidly, then hums out another laugh against his lips when he feels BJ digging his hands into Hawk's hips and ass like he's about to rip his pants off and fuck him right here. "You know what I've got in the car?"

BJ shakes his head, trying to catch his mouth again.

Hawk bobs around so he can put his lips to BJ's ear. "I'm gonna sit in the back seat while you drive us home. And I'm gonna take my pants off. And I'm gonna get myself ready for you. And you're gonna keep your eyes on the road and not get distracted because you know the sooner you get us there, the sooner you get to fuck me on the goddamn living room floor."

There are three seconds of silence while BJ processes this. And then he all but drags a cackling Hawkeye out of the bar.

[pappydaddy]

it's one night, what could happen? (j.m.)

tv show/movie: outer banks | pairing: jj maybank x fem!reader

requested by a lovely anon as part of my 800 follower celebration

synopsis: y/n thinks her and her boyfriend need one night of mindless fun after last summer. after all, it's just one night, what could happen?

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- not my gif -

 When the hunt for the Merchant first enticed the group, they thought it would be a fun little treasure hunt where they would find some gold bars. They thought they might gain fame for being the rag-tag team of misfit teens who managed to find an illusive treasure that managed to stump grown adults who dedicated their lives to this treasure. Y/N thought it would be a chance to have fun with her oldest friends, to rub it in the Kook’s faces that Pogues of all people found the treasure and gained their own money and fame. That was not what happened at all. At least, once Ward Cameron got involved with it.

  They weren’t supposed to have been held at gunpoint as someone searched for the little gold nugget they had found. JJ wasn’t supposed to become reckless in his loss of control over the situation - but Y/N was there and he needed to protect her. Maybe, he was too reckless with stealing Barry’s money from his trailer, but he needed to feel like he had control over something. And perhaps he shouldn’t have forgotten about stealing the money and spending it on his restitution and an extravagant hot tub. But in his defence, he was a bit consumed by the loss of his best friend. 

  That’s why he let his guard down when Y/N (his girlfriend for a little over a year now) wanted him to take her to the school’s Halloween Movie night. Y/N could see how much JJ was struggling. Not knowing when Barry would come for his revenge and feeling utterly useless as the world kept spinning out of his control. “Come on, J,” Y/N pleaded, trying to pull him off his bike. She had lured him out by telling him she forgot something in her locker, but once he remembered what night it was, he refused to get off the bike. “What is the worst that could happen? You need a night of mindless fun where we sit cuddled under a blanket watching a movie on a giant screen!” She gestured to the giant screen hanging from the rusted Football uprights.

  “Why would you want to go to a school function? They are boring.” JJ made his own point. Y/N nodded, giving him that, but she wanted her boyfriend back. He had been paranoid, compulsive, and drunk lately. And she knew he just needed that little push to get out of his funk. 

  “Please, J. If you do this for me I will do whatever you want this weekend. Even if that means drinking and smoking weed in the hammock freezing my ass off.” She pressed again, shaking his arm as he watched her, eyes softening. They had been doing nothing but going to the parties he wanted and doing what he wanted to do. He could see how unfair it was now that he looked back at it. 

  “But-“

  “One night, JJ. We can have one night of fun. Since that whole treasure hunt, we haven’t just had a calm night. It’s just been paranoia and getting drunk. One night of cuddling and not paying attention to the movie can’t hurt.” She cut him off, tugging on his arm again. Sighing, he stopped resisting her, rising from the bike and pulling his leg over to stand in front of her. 

  “One tiny sign of danger, and we’re out.” JJ was serious, his blue eyes staring into hers as she started to bounce excitedly. 

  “But don’t be too paranoid. Just one night, what could happen?” She held her pinky out to him. It stayed extended, hooked slightly as she waited for him to hook his with it. Instead, his hands reached out, unclipping the helmet she still wore. Pulling it off her head, he leaned in to press a kiss to her lips. 

  She hummed, leaning into him, fingers fiddling with the hoodie strings before she let them slip around his back, slipping under his tan carhartt jacket - a present she had saved up for just because she thought he deserved it. And he did. He just doesn’t see how he deserves anything good - he barely was able to convince himself he deserved Y/N, but she wouldn’t let him say that. “Just one night.” He mumbled against her lips as they pulled apart, the helmet still in JJ’s hands. 

  Humming again, she loosened her arms and shifted to be tucked into his side, still clinging to his torso. Pressing a kiss to the top of her head, he opened the seat of his bike, putting the helmet in before closing it. “It’s gonna be fine, J. Just enjoy the night, we deserve it. You deserve it.” She poked his abs as he started to walk them towards the football field, his arm that was wrapped around her shoulders pushing her closer to him. 

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 The movie playing loudly on the big screen was long forgotten as JJ and Y/N laid there together. The blanket under them was plush, so soft that Y/N was almost ready to fall asleep. And the soothing feeling of JJ’s finger drawing circles absentmindedly on her hip was not helping. Her eyelids were heavy, but she wanted to keep looking at JJ. Nestled into his side, clinging to him, her head was resting on his shoulder as he watched the movie, his head propped up with his bag, creating a comfortable incline. 

  The colours of the protector near them lit him up, almost as if it was a spotlight and Y/N knew she wasn’t planning on taking her eyes off him anytime soon. Well, she hoped. But the slight discomfort in her lower stomach was begging for her to relieve it. Maybe she shouldn’t have finished off that second bottle of water and then had that can of soda (but it was free, was she going to turn down a free drink?). 

  Shifting, she poked JJ’s side just enough to get his attention. Humming, JJ’s eyes quickly flicked from the screen to her face, brows furrowed and blue eyes dancing with concern. “I have to go to the bathroom, come with me?” She asked, her eyes widening and her bottom lip jutting out. She knew he would go with her even if she didn’t ask, but she needed to keep her puppy face practised for when she wants something he would be more reluctant to do. Like going to another movie night. 

  “Of course, Sweets.” He nodded, starting to push himself up as she also started to stand. His hand found hers instantly, even before they were steady on their feet and before he snatched his bag from the ground. The last thing he wanted was someone digging through his bookbag and stealing shit - starting a fight. With Y/N, he actually needed to start thinking about his future for her. 

  “Are you having fun?” She asked, shivering. Without the warmth of JJ’s arm around her and herself being pressed against him, the cold air was seeping into her skin, making the dire need to use the bathroom worse. 

  JJ felt the violent shivers against his arm, making him let go of her hand to wrap around her shoulders, pulling her into him. Even with her long sleeved shirt and thick hoodie, the fall air was still getting her. He made a mental note to give her his jacket after she used the bathroom. “If I say yes, will you hold it over my head?” He jokingly asked, smiling down at her as they neared the school. 

  “I don’t know, will you admit I was right?” She hummed, making it seem like she was contemplating. 

  “Right about which part?” JJ questioned, opening the door labelled as unlocked so people can use the bathroom, letting go of her, but letting his hand fall to the small of her back as he guided her into the door. It remained there as they turned the corner to come out of the little intent that holds the doors. 

  “I’ll tell you once I get out of the bathroom, I think it’s gonna be a long list.” She rolled onto the balls of her feet as she pressed a kiss to his lips before running into the bathroom quickly. Sighing, JJ looked around the empty hall as he sauntered over to the wall across from the bathroom Y/N just went into. Shrugging his bag off, he sat it on the ground beside his feet as he leaned against the brick wall.   

  Pulling out his phone, he opened some snaps from the other Pogues, sending back a quick picture of his forehead and hair except adding the word ‘nerd’ to the one going to Pope since he had sent a picture of the pile of homework he was working on. ‘hows the movie night’ a text from Pope was sitting unread in his messages. ‘bored out of your mind yet’ another dark bubble asked under the first one. 

  Quickly moving his thumbs against the screen, he typed back a response. ‘shut up man’ He replied. ‘my girl wanted a movie night, shes getting a movie night.’ He added afterwards. The sound of the door opening made him pocket his phone and look up, seeing Y/N coming out as she dried her hands on the cheap ass paper towel the school supplies. “Ready to head back out?” He asked, pushing himself off of the wall, hands coming up to grab his jacket, ready to pull it off and drape it over Y/N’s shoulders. 

  But he was stopped by a new voice joining their group. “Not so fast, Maybank,” From the darkened indent leading to the doors, Barry stepped out to reveal himself. Y/N’s nervous gulp was audible in the silent hallway, the only other sounds being Barry’s slow steps towards the pair. JJ’s blood stilled in his body, his heart stopping as his body froze. “Before you run back to your little movie, you took something from me and I want to take something in return.” 

  As Barry stepped closer, the distance between them decreasing rapidly, JJ’s heart kick started again, making him jump into action. He stepped forward, stopping Barry’s advancement and making sure he gets to JJ first before he gets to Y/N. Squaring his shoulders, JJ pulled to his full height, raising an inch or two over Barry’s short statute - nearly reaching six feet. “What do you want, Barry? I don’t have your money.” JJ’s voice dropped threateningly. 

  “If you don’t have my shit, then I leave here with something of yours,” Barry shrugged. “Tit-for-tat and all that crap,” He waved his hand carelessly. JJ’s nostrils flared, a warning sign for Barry to not get any closer as he did just that. Eight feet stood between the pair and the threat now. “Luckily, I will give you a choice because I am feeling so giving tonight,” He continued, not heeding the warnings JJ was giving out. “Either you give me your nice little bag and that spiffy coat or you give me the girl.” Barry nodded at Y/N who was slightly hidden behind JJ’s broad shoulders. 

  Her mouth dropped open as those words left his mouth, her skin crawling in disgust as she felt bile swirl within her stomach, threatening to come up. JJ let out a protective noise. “Fuck off, Barry. Go sell overpriced drugs to the freshman outside like you came here to do.” JJ’s voice was dark and threatening, a warning alarm giving Barry a chance to leave. 

  “I would, but now I have another reason to be here,” Barry smirked, eyes shifting between JJ and Y/N. “You have about ten seconds to choose what I leave here with before I choose for you, Maybank.” He threatened. 

  “JJ-” Y/N’s voice shook as she went to grab his arm, searching for the sense of safety he brought her, but it all happened so fast. JJ taking his eyes off Barry to look down at her, giving Barry the window to strike. In a blink of an eye, Barry’s grimy hands wrapped around her wrist. With a sharp pull, she let out a pained yelp at the tug of her shoulder. But just as quick as that happened, JJ’s fist flew through the air, connecting with Barry’s face with a sickening sound. As Barry’s grip loosened on Y/N’s wrist, JJ shoved his shoulders sending him backwards onto his ass. 

  “Get behind me. Now.” JJ’s voice was stern as he ordered her back. With a shaking body, she slipped behind him, moving back as he walked backwards. Eyes staying on Barry, he tried to put as much distance between them and him as he could. His arms reached around, caging her behind him as her hands came up to grip the back of his jacket, still shaking as if she was standing in sub-zero temperatures.

  Barry, with his hand cradling his face, stood up. His eyes were dark in anger and locked on JJ, but the blonde boy didn’t seem scared. Actually, Y/N knew he wasn’t scared. Maybe seconds before this he was, but now he was mad. Just as Barry stepped forward, the school’s police officer stepped around the corner. “Maybank! What the hell are you up to now?” 

  “Nothin’, Officer Davids,” JJ spoke the words with a slight undertone of warning, eyes staring Barry down, “Barry just startled us and got hurt in the process. We were just leaving.” 

  “Hopefully you plan on leaving school property, Barry. You’re no longer a student and are not allowed on the grounds during school events after your last incident.” Officer Davids spoke, hands gripping the straps of his vest, gesturing towards the doors leading to the outside. With one last warning look towards the couple, Barry followed the officer’s warnings. 

  JJ watched, tense, as Officer Davids walked Barry out the door. It wasn’t until the door slammed behind the two that JJ took his focus off the darkened area. Whirling around, he startled Y/N slightly only for her to calm down once his hands cupped her cheeks, inspecting her face frantically. “Are you okay,” JJ’s voice was a broken whisper, eyes fearful and threatening to fill with tears. Y/N blinked up into his tearful blue eyes, taking the second to steady her breathing and heartbeat. “Please tell me you’re okay.” He pleaded, resting his forehead against hers when she took a second too long to respond. It was only two seconds since he asked the question.

  “I’m okay, J,” She reassured, hands slipping under his coat to grip the back of his hoodie. “Startled and shaken, but okay,” She whispered back, almost as if they spoke any louder, they would startle themselves. “Can we just go home? I’m not in the mood to watch the movie now.” She sniffed a little as she wiggled her face free of JJ’s loose grip, instantly nuzzling herself into his chest. 

  “Of course, Sweets. Let’s get you to my bike and I’ll go get our blanket-”

  “No,” She whimpered, squeezing him against her tighter when he tried to pull them apart so they could move. “I don’t want to be alone.” She clarified, her voice muffled. 

  JJ’s hands rubbed along her back soothingly as she shook from fear. “Okay, but we need to get your blanket, it’s your favourite and you’ll be upset if we lose it, Sweets.” He spoke softly, knowing she was overwhelmed and everything that just happened was just now registering in her head. 

  She slowly pulled back from where she was clinging to him, allowing them both to move. Stepping back, her hands slid to his sides. “We can go get the blanket, but I’m going with you.” She informed him, her hands leaving him. Before her hand could nab his arm, he quickly shrugged out of his jacket and draped it over her shoulders, guiding her arms into it. 

  “You’re shaking like a leaf, Sweets,” He cleared her confusion up. “Let’s get the blanket and get you home so we can crawl into bed and watch whatever show you want,” He told her, holding his arm out for her to wrap her arms around, clinging to him again as he started walking them to the door. “Is it gonna be New Girl or Greys Anatomy?” He asked.    “I don’t know, I’ve been on a Greys binge lately, but New Girl always makes me laugh-” Her tension and fear melted slightly as they stepped into the cold fall air. Their voices were low as they talked about which show they should watch tonight, but JJ’s mind was on high alert. They couldn’t even have one night.

[painted-skye]

Lucifer Morningstar NSFW story

* Nsfw* 18+ only. All characters are 18+ and it is all consensual as always~ MC is afab and identifies as female in this

* Original art and story by me @sadspacecat please do not repost without referencing!

* Warnings: some touching/annoyance in a club (at the start, nothing extreme), smut etc... Nothing extreme

* Another slightly long one, hope you enjoy my mindless ramblings~ please note this has not been fully proof read.

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You hated it here. The loud music, the mass of people, not being able to hear yourself think. It definitely wasn't your idea of fun, but your friends wanted to come to the club to celebrate your team winning an award. You had got yourself a drink and clung to the sides of the dance floor, trying your best to bob along to the music that certainly wasn't to your tastes. Your friends had tried to encourage you to come with them to the dance floor but once you refused they had gone off. You could see them having fun and we're happy they were enjoying themselves, but you really wished you could go home. 'just make it through an hour, show them you are part of the team, and then you can leave' you thought to yourself. Suddenly you felt a pair of arms circle around your waist from behind and a mass grinding against you. Shocked and offended you turn round and shove the person away. It was a young man who you definitely did not know. "Woah calm down love, just having some fun" he said, moving forward to grab your waist again. You tried to pry his arms off you "get off, leave me alone!" You shouted at him, Making a desperate attempt to make some space between you and the pervert. None of your efforts worked and you began to panic, eyes darting around the room looking for help, but no one seemed to notice or care. "Please just leave me alone" you say in a stern voice, and you turn away to leave, but the man grabs your arm and pulls you in towards him. As you close your eyes in fear suddenly a different set of arms grab you by the shoulders. Slowly opening your eyes you realise that the arms belong to a tall, slender and handsome man with dark slicked back hair and deep red eyes. He smirks at you and then looks towards the man behind you "there you are my princess, I have been looking everywhere for you" the tall man shouts boldly. You can hear the man behind you whimper a bit and stutter an apology before running off.

The tall man let's go of your shoulders and grabs your hands softly. Relief washes over you, and you suddenly feel safe to be in this man's presence. He slowly leans in by your ear and speaks in a groveled tone "you're safe now princess, are you ok?" His voice made your heart flutter, and the heat of his breath so close to your neck gave you a lump in your throat. He was so handsome. "Yes...yes ...T-thank you" you manage to stutter. Looking him up and down he certainly wasn't dressed for a club, in fact, it looked as though he had just escaped a very important business meeting, with a full suit and dark gloves on his hands. The dark haired man let go of your hands and stood up straight, still smirking he bowed and turned to walk away. "Wait!" You shouted. Something in you made you want to stop him. The man stopped abruptly and spun around, his eyes felt like they were piercing your very soul. "What is it?" He said sharply. "Please let me buy you a drink to thank you, it is the least I can do" you said. His presence made you nervous but something in you wanted to know him. "I hardly think that is necessary" he waved you off, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He liked this woman, she was so awkward and nervous. "Please" you said, and you grabbed his hand and led him to the bar.

"Oh Mr. Morningstar, I'm surprised to see you here" the bartender smiled. You looked up and him confused 'he must be a regular here' you thought to yourself. He chuckled "I was just heading off for the evening, but it seems a lovely young lady is treating me to a drink".

"At your own bar? How peculiar" the bartender said. 'his own bar?!' you thought. "Wait, what do you mean your own bar?" You turned and practically shouted at him.

"This is Lucifer Morningstar miss, he owns most of the bars and restaurants along this strip" replied the bartender.

'Crap' you thought to yourself feeling flushed with embarrassment. That would explain why he was dressed so formally. "Oh I am so sorry Mr. Morningstar, I didn't realise" you bowed deeply to apologise "I will leave you alone, I am sure you have much more important things to do" you muttered as you turned to leave.

"Now where do you think you're going princess? You owe me a drink" he said as he grabbed your shoulders from behind "unless you would rather pay me back another way" he bent down whispered in your ear. A spark of heat flushed through you, and suddenly his hands on your shoulders felt electric. The small contact made you feel excited, but you shook it off 'he is probably teasing me, no man that wealthy would have any interest in you' "ah yes-sir" you timidly turn around and go to order. He stood back observing you. The way you called him 'sir' stirred a wanting in him.

You nervously ordered two drinks, the bartender knowing exactly what drink Lucifer wanted, you chose a lemonade. You turn to Lucifer and hand him his drink. He puts a hand against the small of your back "let's go somewhere a bit quieter" he ushered and began leading you towards a VIP room at the back of the club. You found your mind wandering as you felt his hand press against your back. You caught yourself wishing that he would move his hand a bit lower, that he would lean in close again and brush his lips against your ear and tell you that he wanted you.

You sat down in the room, the music fading away as Lucifer shut the doors behind you. The room was as dark as the club, but had some dim yellow lights. You sat down in the small booth and Lucifer sat down close to you. You tightened up, feeling nervous at how close he was. There was a centimetre of electricity between you. You felt your cheeks blush and a small tingling in the pit of your stomach. There was a brief silence where you felt your mind wander to images of his hands over you. "So, do I get the honour of knowing your name sweet thing?" Lucifer asked as he sat back into the chair. He took a slow sip of his drink and put an arm around the back of the sofa just above your head. You felt a lump in your throat. God he was so close. "Oh yes sir I am sorry. My name is y/n". You looked briefly into his eyes that were devouring your beauty. The intense gaze made you look down at your drink. "Beautiful" he murmured, as he placed his hand under your chin and raised your face to look you in the eyes "do not hide your pretty face from me sweetheart"

"Yes sir" you said.

"Please, you may call me Lucifer princess. Such formalities are strictly for the bedroom don't you think" a smirk crossed his face as he raised one eyebrow, trying to gauge your reaction.

You giggle to yourself, enjoying the attention. "Does it have to be a bedroom....sir" you smirked back, trying to let him know you were interested in what he was offering.

He leaned back slightly, almost surprised at how forward you were. He finished his drink in one quick shot and then turned to face you again "does my princess want a taste of the devil?" He spoke in a smooth velvety voice. His eyes looked you up an down, desperate to see more of your skin.

You could see a bulge growing in his pants, and he didn't even try to hide it. The thought of him wanting you, made your pussy ache.

"Well that depends. Can the devil give the princess what she wants?" You reply slyly.

Lucifer sits up and reaches over you, placing his hands either side of your head, and slides his waist between your open legs, forcing the hem of your dress to ride up to your hips. The sudden movement makes you gasp, and you feel butterflies rush through your core. He presses his forehead to yours, you can feel his hard dick pressing against the heat between your legs. "Darling I will fuck you so good that you will never want any other man's dick again". You melt at those words and push your pussy firmly against the hard-on firmly pressed against his pants, wishing to feel some pressure to soothe the burning desire. "Please Lucifer" you whisper pathetically.

"Where have your manners gone princess? I am in control here, you will obey me" he breathed as he moved one hand down to caress the outside of your thong. It took everything in him to not rip all your clothes off and take you then and there. But he desperately wanted to please you. He began rubbing along the fold of your slip, and at the same time hungrily pressed his lips against yours. You moan into his mouth, which makes him smile lightly. Pushing his tounge into your mouth you fall into a heavy rhythm, youngest dancing between eachother. Every now and then Lucifer would pull away to bite your lip or neck. At the same time his pace quickened around your thong, and you could feel yourself practically dripping at his touch.

"Are you ready my darling? You can say no whenever you don't feel comfortable and I will stop" he murmured gently.

"Yes please" you moan.

Without hesitation at your agreement, Lucifer slowly takes his gloves off, before ripping off your thong. He takes a second to admire your beauty "you're so wet for me" he teased, placing a thumb over your clit "now be a good girl and cum for me" he snapped as he began to slowly rub his thumb in circles. You feel yourself melt into the chair, moving your legs up onto the sofa either side of your hips to give him a show of all of you. As your clit hardens at his movement he stops for a second to lick the glistening juices coating his thumb before he roughly shoves two fingers into your tight hole. The unexpected movement makes you moan in pleasure. His thumb goes back to your clit as he begins to pump his fingers back and forth into your wet pussy, massaging the walls in a way that makes your body arch in pleasure. He leans down and lovingly bites and sucks at your neck, leaving small purple marks. Something in him wanted to make sure everyone knew he had been here. That he owned you. His pace quickened and you could feel heat swelling in your cunt. "That's it princess, you can cum for me can't you?" He growled through his tightly clenched jaw as he pressed hard on your g-spot. "O-oh L-lucifer yes-" you moan as the pleasure bubbled over and you felt your muscles tighten around his fingers. Your body rocked with pleasure as Lucifer continued to slowly massage his fingers in your dripping pussy, bringing you down from your high. "That's a good girl" he cooed. "But I am not done with you yet my darling".

He pulled his fingers out from you and slowly undoes his trousers. You eagerly reach to help but he pushes your hands above your head. "So eager" he smirks, as he continues to undress himself. His dick pops out as he pulls down his underwear, and you gasp at the size, biting your lip as you lust at the need for it inside you. His large hands grip the base of his dick as he begins to slowly massage it up and down. "Do you want me?" He says as he looks down at you lying with your legs spread open. "Please fuck me" you practically beg. With your consent, he dips down and rubs the tip of his dick up and down your cunt, picking up the beautiful beads of cum that you had produced. Every time he got near your opening he would teasingly poke the tip of his dick in, before pulling out and going back to rubbing up and down the outside of your pussy. The movements made you moan, your head only thinking about how bad you wanted him to fill you up. Speaking through his deep breaths he mutters "you're mine now" and you lovingly agree as he pushes himself deep inside you, your mouth opening in a silent moan as you feel the walls of your pussy devour his hard shaft. Lucifer pressed you down into the sofa with his firm arms resting on your hips as he began fucking you hard. Every thrust made you moan in pleasure, hitting all the right spots. "That's it take all of me princess" he grunted between thrusts. You couldn't think let alone speak. You had never felt so full and so fucked before. His pace quickened as you felt the burning desire build within your heat. You moaned loudly, arching your back as you came hard. Legs shaking and your mind going blank. All you could think about was his dick. How good he was fucking you. Lucifer pushed through your orgasm "that's it my love, enjoy every inch of this dick" he said, pulling out. He grabbed your hips and spun you around so you had your ass in the air and your chest pressed against the back of the couch. Before you could catch your breath Lucifer pressed back into you. "My turn" he said, as he began to pound your pussy at speed, using you to pleasure himself. You have never felt someone go so deep and no one had ever hit the spots that he was hitting. It was like his dick was made for you. The room was filled with your moans and his balls hitting your pussy as he slammed into you. Despite his formal composure, you could hear him moaning slightly "fuck you're so good" he whispered.

"Lucifer" you moan, as you felt another wave of pleasure begin to build. His rolling hips lulling you to another orgasm. Just as you felt the wave of ecstacy flow through your body he pushed hard into you, and let out a deep moan. You could feel his dick pulse inside you, against the rhythm of your orgasm. "Fuck. You're gorgeous" he said as he slowly pulled out. Slowly turning around with your weak legs, Lucifer pulls up his pants and straightens himself out. You could see small beads of sweat glistening on his chest which was peaking through the gap in his unbuttoned shirt. You took a moment to compose yourself before sitting up yourself. Lucifer hands you a napkin and he pushes your hair back behind your ears. "Thank you princess" he said as he nestled his face into your neck. "Do you want to continue this back at my place?" He mutters.

[somebodiesspecificstories]

Mindlessly Obedient

Manju stepped out of the machine. She looked a little confused, but not disorientated "So, how do you feel now?"

"Well, I've calmed down since you put me in there, but otherwise exactly the same, I'm afraid. Not mindless at all, sorry." Manju replied calmly and looked apologetic, they couldn't help but laugh at her for that.

"The device has worked, Manju. Wasn't it merely an hour ago you was screaming that you'd kill me when you were loose?"

"Well, yeah, but you said you wanted me to be mindless, I'm still very aware of how I feel and what you've done."

"Ah, you misunderstood, I didn't want you mindless, like some sort of robot. I wanted you mindlessly obedient to me."

"Oh. Well, I guess that may be true? I don't know."

"Get naked." Manju started the second she heard the order and was nude within moments "Slap your ass. Harder." she yelped slightly in pain "OK, now play with your tits, jiggle them."

"Huh. Maybe it did work." Manju said as she jiggled "But I feel so... like myself. I... I'm not quite convinced I'm not just doing this due to the expectation."

"Well, I have an idea for a way to make sure. You can stop jiggling. I order you to call Rita, get her to come here and when she arrives, trick her into my mind control machine for me." Manju's eyes widened for a second. The thought of betraying her wife was clearly horrific to her, but it wasn't resistance she was feeling.

"Wow... I guess it did work." she said happily looking around the room "So, where's my phone?"

"I have it on me." Manju approached, smiling "You know that when you're both under my control I'll be able to do whatever I want with the two of you? I could make you two divorce, empty your bank accounts, give me the money, send you to Australia and her to Canada with orders to never speak to each other again."

"Yes, I now understand the full implications of this change, but as horrible as all of that sounds." she put out her hand "I must call Rita like you asked and, when she gets here I will get her into the machine as ordered. I don't want any of what you just said to happen, but doing what you tell me is my top priority."

"You have no idea how sexy it is to hear that." her Controller says as they hand her the phone. Manju called Rita as fast as she could.

"Hey, Rita. Yeah, sorry I misplaced my phone for a bit. Hey, do you have time. I found something I think you'd like. Good, the address is..." as Manju lured her wife in so casually and with a smile on her face, her new Controller did their best to stay calm. When Rita was in they could enjoy playing with Manju until her wife was finished. Then the real fun would start.

Of course, they wasn't going to split the couple up. The two would stay as close as ever. It was simply that the couple would serve their Controller first, no matter what. And, of course, Manju and Rita were just the start of the Controller's collection of mindlessly obedient playthings.

[wishingtoflylikeabirdinthesky]

It's not as exciting as it sounds, working at the pearly gates.

Sure, it's satisfying to send the hypocrites and the assholes to hell. And it's nice to see the ones who thought they were beyond redemption walk through into paradise.

So yeah, it has its perks. But not exciting. I mean, after the first million souls or so they all blur together, you know? You never get anything new. Animals all get sent right on through automatically and there's nothing other then humans in our jurisdiction. Oh sure, there's life other then humans. But that's no my department.

I keep tads on humans on my lunch breaks. You're a damn fascinating species, better then anything your "television" puts out. Although The Good Place was a little too relatable, I'll give you guys that.

Anyway, one of my favorite things you guys came up with was the Space Race. I mean, what a nail biter! And it was so tense up until the end. Pity about those Apollo one guys, though. But I heard they got a kick out of watching the moon landing when it did happen.

Course, that sorta died down after a decade or so. Don't know why you guys quit going to the moon.

And then you decided Mars was the place to be and started sending out all those rovers of yours. Not nearly as exiting as going yourselves, but as you all like to say, baby steps.

The rovers were surprisingly fun to watch. For mindless robots, they've got a lot of spunk. So I'd check in every once in while, but mostly I watched Earth. You guys had figured out how to work memes and it was a very amusing thing.

I was half way through a shift when it go here. I have no idea why none of the others I processed mentioned the thing, but death is confusing enough I guess.

It shouldn't have been there. I want to make that clear, by no law of the universe should that thing have had a soul. You humans are where closer to making actual AI then you are sprouting wings. And you never even tried with this! Its job was to collect rocks!

And yet there is was, beeping up at me.

It didn't look like a human soul. Or any other form of life that I had ever seen. It wasn't damaged at all, or even afraid. That was the weirdest thing. You humans are always scared shitless by the time I see you. But this thing wasn't. Even a little. It was just... curious. Like that's all I could feel from it. Pure wonder.

I blinked a bit before flipping through my files, seeing if it was a new species or something. I found nothing, of course. Those idiots over in records never give us anything useful.

So I did the only thing I could do. I asked its name.

Now, you humans have come up with so many ways to say the same thing that I've had to learn a lot of languages to keep up. The newest was binary, which I never expected to actually need.

It came in handy, since that's what the thing answered back in.

01001111 01110000 01110000 01101111 01110010 01110100 01110101 01101110 01101001 01110100 01111001

Opportunity.

I remembered that name. It had popped up in new reports regarding a Mars rover that went out of commission, sending the final message "my battery is low and its getting dark." before dying.

Humanity had cried over it for a solid couple of days. You guys really like personifying objects.

But I had dismissed it as just that. But here it was. Waiting patiently for me to send it On.

I could just opened the gates and sent it through and put from my mind. Make the thing some else's problem.

I didn't.

I stood, crossed in front of my desk, and put out my hand to touch the strange soul.

Opportunity didn't feel human. Nor animal. It felt.... simple. Calm.

I could feel an awearness of the love its chief engineer had felt for it. The pang of missing the workshop back on Earth where it had been built, during long nights on Mars.

It had dreamed. Dreamed of humans making it to Mars and finding it. Of it's engineer taking it home and repairing it. Dreamed of exploring Earth as it had Mars.

I could purpose, and curiosity in its mission. Lonely as it was, it never doubted its purpose or resented its lot in life. It got to learn, and to see what had never been seen. What more could it ask for?

I could feel one tiny spec of fear. Near the end of its life, it realized it would never go home. Never see Earth or its engineer again. That it would die alone on Mars.

And like all things with a soul it did not want to die. It cried and mourned and begged to live. It was alive! It had a home and it wanted to go home! So badly did it want to go home.

But there was nothing to do, of course. Even its engineer, whom it loved so dearly, couldn't reach Mars and bring Opportunity home.

It had watched one last sunset, and sent one last message.

A goodbye. And a plea to be mourned, if it could not be saved.

I withdrew my hand and looked over the soul. It looked up at me.

For the ones that I send upstairs, I take the form of whoever loved them most in life. I guess in that moment, I was in the form of an engineer at NASA. Opportunity seemed delighted to see me.

"Welcome home," I gestured to the gates that swung slowly open behind me. "I missed you."

It beeped out a single phase, 01001001 00100000 01101101 01101001 01110011 01110011 01100101 01100100 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 00100000 01110100 01101111 01101111

I missed you too.

Before going forth, to explore the next life.

You are working the gate in the afterlife and for the first time ever, something the humans built has shown up to be processed. You’re not sure what to do, this… entity shouldn’t have a soul, but here it is in front of you, freshly dead and awaiting the next life.

[eunoiathewriter]

ELLIOT X F!READER

Sypnosis: She worries but doesn't know he's actually been sober as he's now high of something else, a feeling drugs can't give him.

Word count: 1.1k

A soft tune played through the room as Elliot randomly played on different strings to create something only for the time being. He sat leaned back against the headboard of his bed, guitar in hand, a pair of arms was wrapped around his waist loosely and holding on to him.

There was nothing he would want to have more than this, there was no drug that could compare to this, and no drug that could leave him with this feeling of euphoria that seemd stronger than any drug ever left him with.  And even better, he wasn't even on any kind of drugs as of now, he hadn't touched them in weeks.

Somehow, this girl that was his friend, close friend, was able to keep him from that. She was able to get his mind off of the drugs he'd once cherished. Elliot knew that he however couldn't depend on her to stay sober, she didn't even knew he was sober. He didn't wanna put that onto her, as he'd seen the way it went for Rue and Jules.

Talking about Rue, she had even complained about the fact that Elliot hadn't asked her to get high lately or she had just simply pointed ut out to him with questions.  He wasn't even clean to her about being sober for such long time.

It was the sudden pull by the air of arms around his waist that he snapped out from his mindless playing, her head that laid just below his ribcage seeming ti move a bit for comfort.

y/n was the kind of girl that didn't do drugs nor alcohol, she didn't judge however, many times before Elliot got sober, she'd been over and he would do some drug. She never said anything about it and just simply let him do what he wanted with his life, same with Rue. Though, y/n had been harsher on Rue and told her to not do drugs every five minutes, to which Rue actually listened.

Elliot put away his guitar, making sure not to move too much, not wanting to wake the girl. He leaned forward a bit to see her more clearly, her face was relaxed as she breathed steadily. His fingers gently graced her skin, causing y/n's eye twitch a bit.

"So you are awake, huh?" Elliot said in a playful tone as he poked y/n's back lightly, the girl grumbled as her brows furrowed.

"Leave me alone," She mumbled into the fabric of his shirt. The boy let out a snort before weaving his fingers though her hair.

"Oh so that's how it's gonna be?" Elliot raised a brow before his fingers found her side and he started ro slowly tickle her, causing y/n to start laughing and rolling off of him.

"Stop! Stop! I can't" y/n was cut off by herself laughing and then letting out a high pitched screm of laughter as Elliot continued the torture.

"Quiet," He stopped and put a hand over the girls mouth to quiet her from screaming out if laughter. He smiled widely as y/n now laid beside him on her back and holding her sides.

"You gonna calm down?" She nodded under his hand and he slowly retracted his hand from covering her mouth.

The silence was comfortable as non of the two had anything against being in ecah other presence with just silence all around them. Elliot slowly let his hand come to reach for her cheek as she'd turned over on her stomach, facing him.

His hand laid gently on her cheek, thumb gently rubbing up and down her cheekbone. The action was comforting as y/n let herself lean into his hand. But was this really how bestfriends should act?

"I love when we hang out, you're the best company," y/n told with a sigh as she couldn't remember ever having this much fun with any of the girls, thay had all start to become all too serious  and always wanted to just talk guys, never just joke around.

"Well, I'll always keep you company," The words were supposed to be happy, but y/n's face fell slightly, face holding a somber expression. Elliot furrowed his brows and tried ro find her eyes again as she was looking away.

"Hey.. you okey?"

"What if you're not here to keep me company?" She asked vaguely, the question weighing down the jolly mood that once was, Elliot's face drop slightly as he lean back against the headboard once more. Hand still holding her cheek gently.

"I worry... and I know that I always said it's your choice and all, but I just don't, I just-.." y/n trailed off leaning up a bit to look at him better.

"I don't think you have to worry about that," Elliot sat up straight and placed both hands on her cheeks. "'Cuase I haven't touched drugs in almost three weeks."

The statement made her eyes light up, mouth falling slightly agape. The smile on his face showed he was telling the truth, he leaned closer and his rumbs rubbed her cheeks slowly.

"What? H-how?.." y/n let her hands place ontop of his and she held onto his wrists gently.

"I don't know, they just didn't seem to give me this feeling, none of them could."

Her eyes scanned his for what he was referring to, but suddenly one of his hands moved from resting at her cheek to holding her chin. His thumb now brushing the softness of her lower lip, causing her breath to hitch. Elliot let his thumb slowly trace where y/n's lips parted before tracing her upper lip.

Even thought how stunned she was by his atction, y/n was quick, quicker than she thought. Before Elliot knew it she had leaned up and pressed a kiss swiftly to his lips, then leaning back down and bringing her lower lip between her teeth. The kiss was the kind that many see as the ones you maybe share with someone in kindergarten, quick and just a simple peck on the lips.

Elliot's lips turn into a grin as he leans in, but not closing the gap between them. His lips hover just above hers as he let's his hand slide down to the side of her neck. y/n let's out a sigh and leans forwards, placing her lips on his but this time not pulling away.  It's soft on y/n's side, but on Elliot's it's needy. She's intoxicating for him finally tasting her makes him want more.

He pulled away from a second and slowly help the girl onto her back, her eyes questioning, almost as if she's too pure. One of his hands land on her hip and he slowly let it run up her side.

"Just relax," He coos, straddling her waist and making sure not to put all his bodyweight on her. Under him he can feel her body relax with breath of air leaving her lips.

"Since no drug can give me this, maybe you can?"

[kierewrites]

What Would Karma Do... during your first assembly?

navi - masterlist

Karma Akabane x Reader

Mood Song: are we still friends?

Summary: Remember the beloved Assasination Classroom anime? This is pretty much that, except you enter the picture of Karma's chaotic school year. Let's see just how compatible the two of you are.

Warnings: None really this a pretty tame chapter, some floof of course

Once you accepted the fact that you would be placed in the lowest ranking class of your grade, you also accepted with a bit of relief that your classes would be much easier too.

Little did you know just a month ago that this would not be the case. Beyond the fact that you were actively training to kill your monster of a teacher, he also was teaching you all like his legitimate students. Even with such a large class, his speed alone allowed him to give attention to each and every one of you.

Technically it was a blessing, especially since you got more attention with the subjects you struggled on, but in reality it was exhausting. You typically left class stumbling out like a mindless zombie, your brain hurting from the learning overload and the constant stress of weapons being thrown around at your strange teacher.

Today was no different as you slugged out of the building with your classmates, not even realizing where you were leaving at midday or why. It wasn’t until one of your fellow students spoke up that you realized what was happening.

“Going from one monster to another,” Nakamura spoke with a huff as you all stood before the steep hill, “I hate assemblies.” 

Once you processed his words you tilted your head a bit in confusion. Before you could ask, Kayano seemed to notice your curious expression as she giggled to you.

"Every month we have to attend a school wide assembly that informs the classes on what events are going on and about mid finals."

Your head nodded in understanding, the assembly reminding you of what your old school used to do as well. Now your only concern was on why everyone seemed to dread it so much.

"That doesn't sound so bad, boring at most." You said while scratching the back of your head, "What's so bad about it?"

"T’ch yeah, it's not bad for the other classes." Terasaka growled, everyone seeming to share the same annoyed expression.

"The assembly for us is really every other class getting to gang up on Class E for fun," Maehara grumbled, Okajima letting out a pout as he glared down the hill, "Plus we have to walk through hell to get there and they only give us ten minutes!"

Your mouth was in an O shape at all of the complaints, not realizing how bad this event truly was, nor how much your classmates despised it.

"I know it's a bit of a drag but we need to make our way down. It’ll be best to arrive on time." Karasuma said sternly, everyone glowering at his comment before making their way down the hill.

Frowning at your classmates' solemn mood, you began to follow behind them until you felt a firm hand on your shoulder, causing you to stumble back a bit. Lifting your head up noticed Karma watching your class leave with a calm smile.

"You don't think we're actually going to that crap show, right?"

Blinking in surprise you turned around to fully look at him, "Skip assembly? Karma we would get in so much trouble, you're not serious right?"

Karma simply clicked his tongue, his golden eyes landing on your own with mild annoyance.

"Please, nobody really cares about that thing anyway. We both got the grades to skip it so why even bother."

Letting out a sigh you thought about it; very few people probably would notice your absence, especially being in the lowest class. And you did have pretty good grades, what could they possibly do? But then again, you knew your parents were hoping you would move up to the higher ranking classes. Would this ruin your chances?

The redhead seemed to notice your uncertainty, a sly smirk spreading across his face as he hugged you from behind and placed his chin on your shoulder, a warm blush spreading across your cheeks from the action.

"Plus if we skip we can have some alone time together.”

The feeling of his warm breath tickling your ear made you shiver, even in the harsh fall sun. You knew the devilish redhead was smart, pushing all the right buttons to make you want to stay, but the more your rational thoughts swarmed around your brain you just knew you couldn’t skip.

"Karma…" You whined, the sound making him smirk until you snaked out of his hold, “You just got back from a suspension, and I just got accepted into this school.”

Karma’s eyes narrowed into annoyed slits at your bullet proof resolve, his eyes already rolling as you continued.

“I don't want to taint my record, and you shouldn't taint your record any further,” You spoke with a stubborn glare of your own before snatching his hand, “So let’s go.”

Your sudden wave of defiance had Karma’s eyes widen a bit, forgetting that you were actively forcing him down the hill not too far behind your classmates. While part of him felt a surge of pride seeing you so determined, he also felt frustrated that you were bossing him around.

"Oh I'll taint that stupid little record, just you wait." Karma grumbled under his breath as he shoved his free hand in his pocket. You simply giggled, flashing him one of your stupid breath taking smiles as you dragged him along with your friends down the death trap of a hill.

Somehow, and you really weren't sure how, going down that hill was much worse than going up.

After nearly breaking your ankle five different times, your class finally made it to the official campus grounds, the building shining in all its glory.

"That... sincerely sucked." Okajima groaned, his body still covered in dirt and marks from the snakes that tried to attack him.

You were sprawled out on the concrete not too far away from him, your arm covering your eyes as you gasped for air.

"I ran t..track for... for three years..." You spoke in between drawn out pants, "And I've never been more exhausted... i..in my life."

The sound of Karma sneering caused you to temporarily move your arm and glare at him, to which you only received a smirk from him before you covered your face once more from the blinding sun.

"Well at least we're not late," Isogai said, he was one of the few people that wasn’t collapsed on the ground, "Hurry up people, we gotta get in line before they start!"

You along with your classmates groaned at the sound, some started to get up but you just physically couldn't. Honestly you probably would have laid there all night if it weren’t for the annoying shoe poking at your side.

"C'mon miss perfect record, it's assembly time," Karma hummed in a heavily sarcastic tone which earned his shoe a smack as you sat up with a groan.

You half expected him to be smirking at your pathetic whines, but when you moved your arm from your eyes you saw him genuinely smiling at you. As if he admired seeing you in such a state.

Lazily you lifted your hand into his own that he offered out to you, smacking your dry lips together as you looked into his smug golden eyes, “I think if I get up Karma… I’m going to pass out.”

Karma simply rolled his eyes at your theatrics, gripping tightly around your hand before yanking up causing you to fly up into the air with a yelp before crashing slightly into his chest. You still had no idea where his brutish strength came from.

“Your strength is as impressive as it is scary.” You whispered to him with amazed eyes, his smile growing into a grin as he chuckled down to you before leading you towards the back of your class’ line.

All seemed to be going fine until more students from the other levels began to file into the gym. Your classmates weren’t talking lightly when they said the other classes despised you, the amount of glares and whispers thrown in the direction of your class had you speechless.

A few girls in particular made sure to sneer in your direction, the sight making you tense up as you furrowed your brows. Karma took note of your sudden change in body language, his eyes following where you were staring. 

He immediately recognized the girls from his previous class, sure they were only sneering at you out of jealousy or self-consciousness. Regardless, your clenched fists showed you weren’t comfortable with it, resulting in Karma sending them a sharp glare causing them to quickly whip their heads away.

“They’re just a bunch of snobby assholes,” Karma muttered to you, your head whipping back not even realizing his eyes were on you until he moved you gently over to where he was standing so that you were closest to the gym walls rather than the rest of the students.

The gentle squeeze he left on your shoulder in the process made you smile softly, noticing how he avoided your gaze when his cheeks dusted a soft pink. Though he was still borderline sadistic, his softer side always shined through with you.

"Heyyy, Nagisa." A voice shouted, the sound catching most of your class' attention as you looked to see two males looking at your classmate, "Wow look at you guys, I'm surprised you made it! Must have been a heck of a trek rolling down the mountain."

As the two walked away in a fit of laughter you felt your fists clench at your side, your lips pinching together as your glare followed the two snobs away.

Karma could already see the gears in your head spinning as your face grew red, most likely from anger. As much as he loved to see you all flustered and fired up, he also knew whatever was going to haphazardly come out of your mouth wasn’t going to be good.

“Y/n.” Karma growled lowly, your frustrated eyes flicking to his own only to freeze in shock upon seeing his stern expression. You knew the anger wasn’t directed towards you, but you also knew it was a warning.

Letting out a sigh you nodded, folding your arms to yourself and deciding to glance out the windows of the gym before you got any angrier.

After a few words from a bunch of the school's authoritative figures, you felt yourself starting to get a bit more comfortable. At least the professors held themselves to higher standards.

That is, until the dean came out.

"I am proud to be your dean! But... don't get too comfortable," The dean spoke, his eyes falling on your class, "Let E Class remind us of the perils of that."

Soon the entire gym was in an uproar of laughter, it made you genuinely sick to your stomach. How could this possibly be allowed? No wonder your classmates were so uncomfortable around the other classes, no wonder those girls glared at you. It was nothing personal, it was just the status quo.

For the remaining time of the assembly the other classes pretty much found more ways to make fun of your class, until Korosensei showed up in his version of a disguise. You weren't complaining though, as he helped your class gain a bit more confidence and properly explained the schedules to your class unlike the actual leaders of your academy.

Though it all ended fairly well, you still couldn’t shake that terrible pit in your stomach.

"Korosensei really swooped in and saved us, huh?" Nagisa said as you and Karma followed him to the beverage machine, deciding to grab a quick drink before catching up with your classmates.

Walking in between the two boys you nodded your head in agreement, but your brows were furrowed in deep thought.

“I knew the E Class was looked down upon, but that was just sad,” You said with a frown as you clenched your fists, “And we can’t even retaliate, or we get in trouble!”

Nagisa and Karma seemed to be amused the more you got fired up, your sudden realization of the corrupt school not being anything new to them unfortunately.

“Told you we should’ve skipped, but somebody cared too much about their record.”

Karma’s smug tone had your eye twitch as you whipped your head to his already smirking face. Puffing your cheeks out in annoyance you pointed an accusing finger at him as he stuck his tongue out at you, “If you mention my record one more time Akabane…”

Nagisa simply listened to both of your bickering with a half-hearted smile, you two were made for each other in the most opposite way possible.

All he could really do is laugh and dare not to step in between you two as he placed his coins in the machine to get his drink. While cautiously listening in on your argument, he hadn’t even noticed the two boys that walked up to Nagisa until they called out his name, aggression evident in their tone.

"You proud of yourselves? Acting like you're having the time of your lives?" One boy spoke, you and Karma moving behind Nagisa with confused expressions, "You bums ever heard of respect? If I was in E Class I would keep my head down and mouth shut."

"Yeah and I sure as hell wouldn't have a reason to laugh!"

Your fists clenched at your side, you have had enough of the verbal abuse of these people. At this point they were just attacking you unprovoked.

Just as you were about to move forward and speak up, you felt Karma's hand hold your wrist in a vice grip. You quickly looked up to him in confusion but stopped when you saw a menacing snarl biting at his lips.

"Hey, watch it with that look. I'm warning ya."

Suddenly your tightened fists stiffened in Karma's grasp, realization washing over you.

Were these guys really about to attack Nagisa? You knew they were verbally abusive, but physically? Based on their words, you assumed they were all talk with no bite, but with the way they defensively stood you were nervous that wouldn’t be the case.

Karma felt your tense body loosen, relief washing over him until he felt you shift behind him, hand holding his side in a vice grip. He never really thought about the fact that you’ve probably never experienced a real fight before.

Though he didn’t know what your life was like prior to moving here, he could pick up enough from the first day that you were no skilled fighter. Maybe a bit stubborn, but your tongue did all the fighting.

The last thing the redhead wanted was for any attention to fall on you, but he also knew you needed to escape the situation somehow. Nudging Nagisa, the blue haired boy spared a quick glance to Karma, not wanting to look away from the two boys before them. Karma’s eyes pointed to your nervous form behind him, Nagisa nodding in understanding as he stepped forward to distract the two brutes.

You seemed oblivious to the interaction, which is exactly what Karma was going for. Turning towards you Karma held both your hands in his own before lifting your chin up to face him.

“Why don’t you go wait for us by the pillar over there angel face, we’ll handle this.”

Glancing into Karma’s eyes you looked for any hesitancy in them before attempting to spare another glance at the two brutes, worried with what the outcome of “handling it” could be.

Karma was quick to redirect your gaze to him so you didn’t accidentally make eye contact with the two boys, “We’ll handle it Y/n, now go.”

Biting your lip nervously you nodded your head, not sure whether to feel relieved or worried when he flashed you a genuine smile before turning back to his new little friends once he confirmed you were walking away.

That pit that you felt in your stomach earlier only grew as you shuffled into the shade of the pillar, your back leaning against it with a sigh as you forced yourself not to look in their direction again.

In some aspects you felt weak for not being able to stand up to a fight, but at the same time you knew it was most likely because you’ve never had to fight. Maybe it was just the privilege of the schools you had attended years prior, but bullying just seemed like something corny people would add to movies to make them exciting.

You rarely ever had to see your classmates bicker, let alone physically fight one another.

Regardless, you were clearly going to have to learn one way or another. It was still your first few weeks here and you were made painfully clear that your class was not welcomed. On top of that, part of your grades was to murder a large yellow creature. 

You just needed to suck it up, and start learning now.

Gritting your teeth you clenched your fists once again, the fire swarming back up in your chest ready to defend your friends no matter the cost until a large force stopped your path, your face slamming right into what felt like a wall.

Whipping your head up, your eyes widened when you saw the familiar violet eyes pierce into your own. Initially they were filled with disgust, but soon after they explored your face they softened into a look of curiosity.

“You’re Y/n L/n, am I correct?”

The sound of your name off his lips sent chills down your spine, your mind self destructing as you broke down the sight of him further in your head.

The boy had a sort of coralish orange hair with intense purple eyes. You weren't sure what about him creeped you out most: the fact that he looked strikingly like Karma, or the fact that you knew without question that this was the principal's son.

"Well?"

The sound of his impatient voice broke you from your deep thoughts, your flashes fluttering in embarrassment before you nodded quickly, a smile forcing itself along your lips.

“Yes, sorry! That’s me, I’m Y/n.” You spoke as smoothly as possible, your eyes giving him one last rundown before raising a brow, “Do I.. know you from somewhere?”

The boy slowly looked your body up and down, the unabashed way he checked you out made you want to hide behind the stone pillar. This guy seemed to be as blunt as they came, his aura reminding you of his father's unwelcoming personality.

"If it wasn't clear I'm the chairman's son, you may refer to me as Asano," The boy spoke calmly, he made an effort to bow before you before looking back to you with an unimpressed expression, "I heard about you from my father, you just transferred from out of the country, yes?”

Swallowing thickly you nodded your head, glancing back to see if your friends were still behind you and sure enough Karma was already looking back at you, his eyes in narrow slits as he seemed to be glaring at the boy before you.

"Yes I just moved a few weeks ago! I am starting to feel much more welcome around here though."

It wasn't long before Nagisa and Karma were at your side, the two boys who were bothering Nagisa immediately moved behind Asano, their faces bright red of what looked to be embarrassment. What did Karma and Nagisa say to them?

Asano acknowledged the two boys beside you, his violet eyes narrowing specifically to the redhead beside you before he glanced back down to your own figure.

"Well based on your previous and current academic achievements, perhaps I may see you in the A Class soon enough Miss Y/n," Asano spoke, your eyes widening at this. 

The A Class, so soon? Your parents would be ecstatic, sure, but were you ready for that? Honestly, the sound of it almost made you queasy. 

You couldn't ponder over the idea too much as you felt Karma's warm hand enlace with your own, your head whipping to his own only to see his golden eyes still intensely focused on Asano’s.

The orange haired boy seemed shocked by the sudden movement of Karma’s hand, but the moment he saw your fingers enlace back with his own his lips formed into a scowl.

"I look forward to seeing your performance for the midterms. Hopefully I will see a new seat added to my room after the holidays," Asano said, motioning his head for his friends to start moving towards the building, "I'm sure you're eager to get out of that dump of a classroom you're currently in."

Both you and Karma gripped each other's hands tighter at this, your teeth gritting slightly at his comment while you watched them saunter back into their castle of a building.

All you could do was stand there in shock. Who was this Asano guy? Why did he have such an effect on Karma, or let alone you? And how come you went from maybe moving up a level to the very top in just a few months? After seeing the other classes today, you wanted nothing to do with those other classes. Class E is where you belong, no questions asked. All you had to do was convince your parents that this would be best for you as well.

"So that's what assembly is like... wow." You spoke softly, breaking the silence as the three of you made your way back up the hill.

You weren't quite sure what had happened with those two boys but Nagisa and Karma didn't seem too bothered until Asano showed up, for now you figured you would question that in the future.

"Unfortunately, you get used to it after a while."

A small hum came from your lips, your hair whipping behind you in the fall breeze as you continued to trudge up the mountain.

More silence came amongst the three of you, the elephant in the room refusing to be addressed until Karma finally couldn't take it anymore. He hated when things ate at him, he would rather just let it out.

"Are you going to move to A Class?"

Pausing in your steps you glanced over to Karma, his eyes trained on the ground as his teeth seemed to be grit together.

"H..Huh?"

"I asked, are you going to move to A Class?" Karma hissed, his golden eyes flicking up to your own.

For the first time in the past few days you've been with Karma, you saw a new emotion in his eyes...

Jealousy.

You didn't know the boy was even capable of feeling jealous or insecure, but here he was being vulnerable because he couldn't hold in his own feelings.

But how could he help it? You were unlike anyone he had ever met.

You were cheeky and easy going, while also tenacious and determined. For some reason you weren't intimidated by his abrasive personality or many other people, but at the same time you had a certain innocence about you that he wanted to protect. The urge to claim you as his own and protect you at all costs had grown stronger and stronger in him recently, and after seeing Asano confront you today it had only confirmed his feelings for you.

"Honestly, no." You replied simply, both boys looking back to you with shocked expressions. Your response was so blunt and simple, especially on something that was so important, "Admittedly my plan was to move up, after all that's what my parent's goal was for me... but after spending time with this class and meeting all my new friends, and..."

Biting at your lip you felt a soft blush dust across your cheeks before looking up to Karma with a warm smile, "And meeting you..."

Karma's eyes widened at this before his expression softened, a smile reaching his lips as you played with your delicate fingers.

"There's no way I could leave you guys behind. I've already learned so much this year and I've only been here for a few weeks. I don't know how I'll convince my parents, but I know without question that I belong in Class E. Nothing will change that."

Nagisa smiled down to you, both boys sharing a proud smile. Before you could speak up again Karma had already swooped you into his arms, swinging you around gently which caused you to laugh softly before he lowered you back down and kept you in his embrace.

You inhaled his strong scent before letting out a relieved sigh, pulling away slightly before looking to Nagisa with a grin, "Besides, I would never want to be classified as one of those Grade A snobs. I have much cooler friends up here."

"We think you're pretty cool too, Y/n." Nagisa said with a smile, turning back to walk up the hill as you and Karma followed beside him, his arm around your shoulder and your arm around his torso.

"The coolest." Karma said softly, placing a soft kiss on your forehead which caused your face to swell with red, except this time you didn't feel embarrassed.

You felt like you were home.

next chapter

[dollalterer]

How they are with kids

No warnings for this!

Prompt: How well can they handle children?

Characters: Chishiya Shuntaro, Arisu Ryōhei, Ann, Kuina hikari

WC: 745

What I was listening to while writing:

If I have made any personality or spelling mistakes please tell me!! Requests are open and welcomed! (Scenarios and characters)

Chishiya Shuntarō

He thinks he's alright with kids skill wise, since he works with kids often his kid skills are a lot higher than expected. Chishiya doesn't particularly want kids but if you want kids he wouldn't deny you.

You two are out walking to a shop you like to visit holding hands and chatting when a toddler catches your attention. The kid appears to of lost her parents, crying to the point her words can barely be heard.

You walk up to her kneeling down trying to ask her what's wrong but she doesn't respond still bawling.

Chishiya kneels down next to you and calms the girl down with random noises and a game of peekaboo, he let's you speak to her, soon her parents come find her and leave after thanking you both. As you look at Chishiya you see him in a new light, a much softer one than before.

Arisu Ryōhei

He's not good with kids and he knows it. Even if you wanted a kid he'd treat it as a friend more than a son or daughter.

Arisu was strung along with you to a family event, all your cousins would be there even the ones under age 10. Arisu is visibly nervous yet still he manages to have kids near him whenever you look over. You look over once again and notice one of your cousins are crying next to him, Arisu is trying to shush him (bribing him) you have to walk over and drag your cousin back to your aunt before asking Arisu what happened.

You were just as confused as him so you decided to keep Arisu close to you from now on.

"He started crying when he heard my name apparently it was girly and he didn't like it??"

Ann

Ann doesn't mind kids but she definently isn't some prodigy with them. If you wanted kids she would give a stern no.

You and Ann are sitting on your lounge watching movies for Halloween, your cuddled up together paying all attention to the movie.

You say as you leave to the kitchen upstairs. A knock is heard, you being upstairs Ann gets up to answer the door to a teen. Honestly if it wasn't Halloween Ann would've thought it was a poorly planned robbery with the teens clothes.

"I'm going to get some more snacks"

Ann smiles at the teen and closes the door while she runs upstairs to grab a candy apple for her. Your confused about what she needs it for but figure that it's important with the way she's running. When she get back to the door she can see the kid walking to the next house already so she waddles to her and gives her the apple apologising.

"Trick or treat!"

"What happened?"

Your back on the lounge when Ann walks back and when she finishes explaining you laugh at the story then go back to cuddling.

Kuina Hikari

Kuina is good with kids, but that's only if you ask the kid. They like her so much because she's so relaxed about what they do.

Kuina is sitting at a bar when she gets a text from her friend asking her to babysit with her so of course she joins her friend. When she gets there the kid is having organised fun like colouring and drinking apple juice.

"Really? You called me here for this? I thought it'd be some hard to care for kid"

Kuina is a little sad that she isn't at the bar anymore but she gets to spend time with her friend, and some sticky kid, plus her friend needed a break after the continuous 3 hours of kid sitting.

"I called you over so I could shower, it was a hot day at work today so watch over him for me?"

Kuina nods watching her friend leave her with the kid. She decides to not speak for a bit while the kid is busy.

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She steps outside the house to call you over, her friend can take 2 hours in a shower. When you arrive you sit together watching TV and playing board games with the kid until her friend is back.

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