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byuntrash101 · 2 years ago

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the drill

reader x switch!yunho ft. wooyoung and mingi smut | mdni 6.8k yunho cant seem to pick up anyone at the club. for two main reasons, two problems if you will. the first one: his rizz level is negative and the second one... well it's bigger. much, much bigger. a huge problem wooyoung has named "the drill"

nsfw tags under the cut

alcohol consumption, ons to lovers (?), yunho's kind of a loser but so are you, mingi is a fuck boy, woo is the annoyingly clairvoyant friend <3, switch dom leaning!yunho, pushing the monster cock!yunho agenda (consider this fic a peer reviewed academic study), no but seriously he's H.U.G.E., size training, oral (m & f), very difficult blowjob (because duhh), choking on cock (duh x2), a dash of spit kink, fingering, pet names (baby, good girl), praising, protected sex (good job kids), bulge kink, slight edging, slight begging (not my fic without it lol), slight cumplay

a/n: i had a blasttt writing this im pretty happy with this i hope you will enjoy reading it too. thank you @cybrsan for beta reading this. you are so kind and i learned a lot <3

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Yunho didn't even know why he stood here. He didn't know how he let Wooyoung and Mingi drag him to yet an other party. To this packed night club while he originally invited them over to play league of legends, maybe drink a couple of beers and chill. Cause that's what he wanted to do. He wanted to spend a quiet night in, hearing Mingi complain about how he didn't want to play healer anymore and having Wooyoung shatter his eardrums with that infuriating hyena laugh of his.

And that? That was the exact complete opposite of it.

There was nothing quiet and chill about this night. Only one thing was still on the order of business. His ear drums were being damaged beyond repair, not by the high pitched laugh but by the loud and bass boosted blaring noise music. He could already feel the headache coming in.

Yunho brought the lukewarm and flat beer to his lips. He finished the drink with a grimace before setting it on the edge of the bar, his eyes scanning the amalgamation of sweaty bodies grinding and pressing against each other.

"Why the long face?" Wooyoung asked as he slipped to his tall friend's side.

Yunho sighed and chose to answer the question with another one.

"Why did you bring me here again?" He asked, round eyes turning sharp as he peered at the younger man.

"Oh I don't know," Wooyoung started sarcastically. "Maybe to drag you out of your cave for once?" He replied in disbelief, he should be grateful he’s being such a good friend to him!

Yunho only rolled his eyes and grunted in annoyance at his response. Why did he care this much that he enjoyed staying in and being on his own?

"Look at Mingi," Wooyoung said over the music. Yunho followed his gaze to glance at his other friend on the other side of the club. "He knows how to have a good time!" Wooyoung said with a smirk.

Yunho quirked his eyebrow as he observed Mingi chatting up not one but two girls. Whispering something in one girl's ear while he curled his arm around the waist of the other one. Making them both giggle and look up at him while he peered at them over his sunglasses.

Mingi was Yunho’s friend. Maybe even his best friend but… he looked like a douche.

"What kind of guy wears sunglasses inside… at night?" Yunho spat.

"The kind that gets bitches," Wooyoung remarked, jabbing at Yunho.

"Fuck off Woo," Yunho barked at him.

Yeah so what? Yes it had been a hot minute since he found himself being… intimate with a girl but it wasn't his fault! It was only because of his… issue…

"Come on dude. You don't have to stay bitchless, you know?" Wooyoung nudged his tall friend. "Why don't you try your luck with one of the dozens of women here that came for the same thing as you?"

"I," Yunho emphasized. "Did not come for that." He cleared his throat. "And you know I never get very far Woo!" He barked again. Truthfully Wooyoung was getting on his nerves.

"Bro! There's no way you can't find just ONE girl here that would be willing to take on the drill?"

Yunho shushed him and looked around him frantically as if anyone could have heard him over the blaring music.

"I already told you not to call it that!!" Of course Wooyoung only laughed at his friend's concern.

"I'm sorry but it's only the truth. Like that massive thing can only be handled by a licensed professional." He laughed again.

"Fuck off!" Yunho repeated, unconsciously crossing his hands over his lower half.

“No, but seriously. You just gotta find one that matches the vibe,” Wooyoung said, his eyes narrowing into a sly frown. His gaze wiped over the crowd while Yunho only sighed, turning his back to his friends to go get another beer.

“Wait,” Wooyoung gripped on his shirt before Yunho had the time to flee his friend’s ridiculous plan. “What about this one?”

The tall man followed Wooyoung’s finger pointing at a girl sitting at the bar, seemingly alone and absentmindedly stirring the mint leaves in her mojito.

“Woo, can you please shut up for a second while I get myself another overpriced beer and try to forget about this conversation forever? Thank you!” Yunho said, exasperated and turning on his heels again.

“No, no, no! Dude,” Wooyoung called him out again, holding his friend by his side. The shorter man rolled his eyes at his tall friend’s stubbornness. “I really have a good feeling about her.” Wooyoung insisted.

“And why is that?” Yunho asked, obvious mockery underlining his tone.

“Look at her, man!” Wooyoung pointed, choosing to completely ignore his friend's sarcasm. “She’s slumping over the bar counter, she’s been stirring her mojito for the past ten minutes but hasn’t had a single sip of it. She keeps looking over at Mingi with a scornful pout and look! In a second she’s gonna check her watch again.” he paused for a second. “See!!” Wooyoung exclaimed and turned to his friend who looked rather unimpressed. “She’s like you, man! She does not want to be here and she’s at least as lonely as you.”

Yunho frowned at the younger man, that last bit was totally unnecessary.

“Plus, she’s pretty! I know she’s your style.” Yunho frowned in an attempt to deny Wooyoung but it was true. Wooyoung felt like he was gaining the upper hand in the negotiations so he continued.

“You should go talk to her. Just talk!” Wooyoung added when he saw Yunho open his mouth to protest again. “I mean just talk, see if it goes anywhere and if it doesn't, then it doesn’t and I promise I’ll kick Mingi’s ass back into the car and drive us all home right that second!” He pledged.

Yunho looked over again at his tall friend and his two targets of the night. Even though Mingi was considerably taller and bulkier than Wooyoung he knew about the latter’s determination and sheer force of will that would turn any wolf into a sheepish puppy. So he didn’t doubt one second that he would be doing just that.

But first at had to “shoot his shot” with… you.

The girl moping at the bar, as if a rain cloud was perpetually following her around. And there was a good reason for it. You recently got dumped. Your friends took you out to this club to celebrate and hopefully get you over him. Truthfully, you had felt relieved because Jongho was just a jerk to you and you have been slipping out of love for a while but still! It hurt that you had to come to the realization that it was over for real this time around.

Granted you were in fact single but you were not so ready to mingle…yet. At some point in the evening they got tired of trying to cheer you up and just left you at the bar to enjoy the company of your little rain cloud by yourself.

“You don’t look like you’re having a great time either,” Yunho said, ordering another beer for himself. The deep voice pulled you out of your day dreaming as you looked up at him with round eyes. “Can I sit here?” he asked and you nodded silently. He didn’t let it show but he’s actually kind of relieved you didn’t turn him down on the spot.

“Yeah I'm not having the time of my life that’s for sure,” you sighed, clinking the melting ice cubes against the glass with your soggy paper straw.

“Why?” Yunho asked while casually wiping his sweaty palms over his distressed jeans.

You bit your lip. Trauma dumping about your not-so-prince-charming jerkface of an ex to a total stranger wasn’t probably the best idea in the world even if the alcohol in your system said otherwise, luckily you still had far too few drinks to start this conversation. So you opted for the easy going explanation.

“My friends ditched me for Mr. Tall-Douchebag over there.”

Yunho followed your gesture to Mingi bending over to whisper something in a girl's ear as he slid his sunglasses back up the bridge of his nose while his other hand held onto the other girl’s bare waist, rubbing his thumb on her skin as she giggled, the cropped top she was wearing not concealing the patch of skin there.

Mingi was Yunho’s friend but he was also a dog. And that was just the plain truth despite the fact that their friendship went back to middle school.

“Yeah that guy looks like an asshole,” Yunho said in all sincerity.

“No shit,” you scoffed “What kind of giga chad wears sunglasses in a club… at night?” you rolled your eyes in disbelief and finally brought your straw to your lips to take a sip of the diluted mojito.

Yunho started to laugh. Maybe Wooyoung wasn't wrong after all. There was something about you that was right for Yunho, somehow your vibes matched. He even started to relax ever so slightly next to you.

“But did you say ‘either’?” you questioned. “Does that imply you too are not having a grand ol’ time?”

Yunho chuckled humorlessly.

“Well, no. Not really,” he confessed as he grabbed the beer the barman was handing out and shoved a couple of wrinkled bills in his hand in exchange.

You returned the mojito to the bar counter and turned to him, now that he was seeing you a little better you were indeed pretty, prettier than what the bar’s red and purple neons were leading on from a distance. But up close Yunho realized Wooyoung was right about that too, you were his type.

He swallowed thickly, your undivided attention brought back a sense of nervousness into him and he sipped on his beer for a small dose of liquid courage. “I invited a couple of my friends over and we were supposed to stay in and play League but instead they ganged up on me and dragged me here,” he sighed.

That was the truth! Yunho only carefully omitted all the parts where his friends made him sound like a lonely loser. So that wasn’t a lie! It was curated truth. He sipped on his beer once again to ease his nerves.

You gasped loudly and Yunho’s eyebrows arched in surprise at your reaction.

“Oh I wished I would have done that too,” you pouted, before taking another sip. “And how did they convince you to end up here then?” you asked once again, setting the glass down and looking up at the tall brunette seated next to you.

Uh oh.

That was bad. Yunho wasn’t actually the best at performing under pressure. And especially when said pressure was looking at him with beautiful shiny lips and such a wholesome and genuine smile.

“Well I-...uh,” Yunho started to stammer which seemed to entertain you as the genuine smile turned into an amused little grin. The tall man brushed his long bangs back in an attempt to regain his composure which worked to some extent. “I’ve been on my own for a while, too long if you listen to my friends and they said that maybe they could find me a nice girl to… keep me company,” he said before clearing his throat and attempting to push the lump in his throat back with two large gulps of cool beer.

Wow, that was lame. So much for not sounding like a total loser…

“And I'm the nice girl you settled for?” you asked, breaking eye contact. Yunho felt uneasy again, he couldn't make of your expression right there. Did he blow his chance by being too sincere with you? And why did he feel so bad that he just might have? Did he want to impress you that bad? When initially he only wanted to exchange a couple of sentences just to call it quits and get Wooyoung to drive him home but now was he actually trying?

“Too honest maybe?” Yunho said before pinching his lip between his teeth as you shrugged nonchalantly and took another sip.

Yes, maybe a little too honest indeed you thought as you sipped on the drink that was basically only water at this point. You were just another girl that was to be used to feel a little less lonely…

“Ughh. I suck at this,” Yunho groaned in frustration.

“At what?” you asked, his tone peaking your curiosity right when you thought you had figured him out.

“At this!” Yunho said, gesturing at the air between the both of you. “At chatting up pretty girls! At flirting!” He sighed again, feeling defeated.

Key word: pretty.

You grinned, you too felt lonely and you figured there was no harm in helping each other out. For tonight at least.

“It’s okay,” you said, suddenly wrapping your hand around his, tightly holding the beer pint. Which made him stiffen in the uncomfortable bar stool. “I don't really like the smooth talkers anyways.” You sent him a cheeky wink and Yunho felt like his stomach had somehow acquired a trampoline.

“Really?” he said, lips going round in surprise, eyes snapping to where you were rubbing small circles on the back of his hand.

“Yeah,” you chuckled, satisfied with the effet this simple touch had on him. “I’m not really into fuck boys,” you said, gesturing to the tall man in sun glasses once more.

Yunho knew you were referencing Mingi again but he didn’t have it in him to peel his eyes off you to look at him. His eyes traveled from your hand, up the curve of your arm, to the low neckline of your beautiful black dress (where he stayed longer than he intended) and finally (with much effort) to your own eyes fixated in his. Yunho was mesmerized, like a shipwrecked sailor being bewitched by the chant of a siren, like a parched pariah catching sight of an oasis on the horizon after days of wandering in the desert.

“So…” he started hesitantly, his heart beating against his ribs and resonating in his ears. “If I offered you a ride home to get out of this hell hole and get to know each other, would you maybe say yes?”

It wasn’t a coincidence that Yunho spoke in the conditional tense. He didn’t want to jinx himself, he never was the superstitious kind but as he was experiencing this streak of luck with you he found himself to be.

You chuckled again at his cuteness.

“Yes,” you said, batting your eyelashes flirtatiously. “Yes, I would.”

***

It wasn't long before you found yourselves tangled up into each other on your couch, your last drinks getting warm on the coffee table, barely even touched.

To your surprise, Yunho’s hold was gentle and patient. You felt comfortable in his arms as his warm and large palm gently pressed against your nape. His soft lips finding yours and pulling you in this delicate kiss, almost like a good morning kiss. It isn't rushed at all, like he has the whole day (or in this case night) to get to know you and to give you a thousand more. If he really was as touch deprived as he claimed to be he wasn't letting it on at all.

That raised suspicion on your side and you broke the kiss. Immediately Yunho’s eyes fluttered open and he caught his bottom lip between his teeth, worry taking over his features again.

“So,” you start, slightly shifting in his hold. “Tell me why you said you weren’t good at flirting again?” you say as you plant a soft kiss in the crook of his neck, making his Adam's apple bobble in his throat. He could feel himself getting hard and you felt his fingers lightly twitch around your nape. “Because to me it seems like you are pretty good at it.” You licked a large swipe on his blazing skin and drew back to look at him. “I mean, less than an hour ago I was moping on my own in the club…” you slipped your hand up his shirt to undo the first button. “And now I'm all over you, kissing you and about to do much more,” you whispered softly. The promise of what’s to come had Yunho’s length jumping between his thighs.

“I thought you’d be all over me, tearing my clothes off the second I got to lock the doors. But there you are taking your sweet time. It doesn't add up.” You popped off another button and slipped your hands over his collar bone.

Yunho was torn between the heat that pooled in his stomach with every single one of your touches and the actual dread he felt to move things forward. Because he knew all too well what usually happened at this point of the story.

And although it was actually fear that kept him from tearing every single article of clothing clean off your body, you mistook it for some kind of elaborate plan to get you alone.

“I’m actually pretty nervous, that's why I haven’t done… a lot more,” he said, hesitantly.

“About what, baby?” you cooed, latching your lips on his skin again, earning a cute little whimper, your fingers working their way down to the last couple of buttons still holding his shirt together.

The pet name made Yunho’s heart sing, thousands of butterflies launching in his stomach, sending waves of tingles towards his groin.

“Because this is usually where it stops.” He let out a shaky breath as you pushed the cotton off one of his shoulders and let your fingertips drag across his soft skin, going down to his collarbone to his pecs to his abs. “Because the girls usually leave at this point.”

“Why?” you said, lips still pressed to his skin, hands reaching the button of his jeans.

“Because I’m…” Yunho hissed as your other hand came in to play with his nipple while you still went down, your hand brushing over the jeans. “Because I’m too big.”

There. He said it.

This coincided with the moment your hand laid over the colossal bulge in Yunho’s pants. You couldn't help but to stop everything, you stayed there frozen upon your discovery.

Yunho could only close his eyes shut as he felt you immobile all of a sudden.

Well, it was fun while it lasted at least.

“I can go if you want me to,” he said as neutral as possible, but he couldn't help but let disappointment tint his voice. He can’t explain why but it felt different this time, he really wanted it to work with you. He wanted you.

“No!” you said as you held onto him when he shifted to get out of your hold and onto his feet. “Wait,” your fingers gliding over the bulge, moving once more. Instantly he sat down again against you. You cupped him, gauging the size and evaluating the challenge at hand, said challenge generously spilling out of your grasp as it could not be contained within your palm.

“We could at least try, right?”

“Really?” he exclaimed, before letting out a choked gasp as your grip grew a little tighter.

“Yeah,” you sighed, still gently rubbing over his hard on. “I’m determined and stubborn and my parents didn't raise no quitter,” you said, trying to throw some humor onto this to deescalate the situation and it did the trick.

“The only thing is… I don't think I have a condom that would fit you,” you say, suddenly bashful.

“Oh… hm. I brought mine” Yunho started to pat his pockets hastily. “It’s in my wallet, in my vest, in the… car,” he said, voice growing quieter as he realized he will have to go get it.

You then hopped on your feet. Yunho's hips instinctively bucking up, chasing the friction.

“How about you go get it and come back to meet me in the bedroom?”

Yunho only nodded vigorously before you turned on your feet and walked to one of the closed doors of the hall, he couldn't stop his eyes from falling down to look at your ass roll in the black dress as you walked away. You turned back before disappearing behind the door.

“Don't take too long, ok?” you teased him with a smile.

Yunho didn’t need more to snap him out of his trance and run, no, fly to his car. He barged in the hallway of the apartment complex, not even trying for the elevator, he knew with his long legs he'd be faster if he took the stairs. So he flew over the two flights of stairs and ran to his car to practically rip the wallet from the inner pocket of his coat and stuffed the condom in his back pocket before swallowing the two flights of stairs again and coming back into the apartment, short of breath.

As afraid as he was a couple of minutes ago to go faster with you, now every second where he didn't have you to himself felt like an eternity.

The apartment was completely dark except for a ray of light that was coming from under the door you disappeared behind. Yunho velvet traded across the living room to the hall and to the door, guided by the line of light, the golden thread he ought to follow to reach heaven.

He delicately pushed in. And he felt like he had opened Pandora's box. He found you completely nude, waiting cross legged on the edge of your bed for him. The dim light from the nightstand sweeping across your form and casting the otherworldly shadow of your divine outline onto the wall. You were absolutely sublime. A sight that went straight to his groin, pumping brand new and boiling blood to his half hard member.

You sat up straight putting both your feet flat on the ground as Yunho approached you. You held your palm flat to him without a word and he handed over the magnum condom in a black and gold packaging. You settled it on the nightstand before bringing your attention back to the elephant (quite fitting term) in the room.

Now that he was standing close to you and you were really at eye level with the thing you were really getting a feel for it. Yunho was indeed really big, the thick outline of his length progressed way down his pant's leg making it impossible to miss.

You gently undid the button of his jeans and pulled on his zipper, the vibrations on his length making him frown, completely entranced by your hand moving on him.

You hooked your fingers onto the waistband of the pants and his underwear and very gently pulled the fabric down, Yunho’s open shirt still floating as his sides. Gradually you had a peep at the trimmed hair of his pubic bone and then you uncovered the base of his cock. He was incredibly girthy and it only got bigger as you continued to pull on his pants. It was only when you were mid thigh that the member sprung free infront of your face and you audibly gasped at the size.

The girthy member sat heavily between Yunho’s thighs, the tip an angry shade of red and profusely leaking at the slit. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't have masked how eager he was for you. His cock has been leaking ever since you got in his car and he got to smell your flowery perfume without the parasitizing smell of smoke and alcohol from the club. But that he couldn’t possibly say out loud.

He held his breath when you wrapped both your hands around his base, his cock twitching at the minimal contact of your fingers interlaced around him. You were still measuring him, getting an idea. He was as long as your forearm and as thick as your fist.

In other words, he was ridiculously big. If he had said one hour ago when you were back at the club that he was walking around with a literal third leg you would have laughed in his face and left him there. But now that you were seeing it with your very eyes, it was different.

Yunho grew nervous as you stayed there eyeing him down with this puzzled expression.

“So what do you say?” He asked, his toes wiggling on the carpeted floor nervously.

You didn’t even say anything back, only aimed the tip at your lips and started to lick around the sensitive cock head. Yunho emitted the most beautiful sound you had ever heard, a deep sigh of relief and pleasure as he let his head roll back, his large palm instantly finding your hair to intertwine his fingers with it.

You licked around the tip thoroughly, earning more airy sighs from the brunette before you pursed your lips and sent a big wad of spit on his length. Making him moan a little clearer as you dragged your warm spit down to his base with both hands. You spat again to make sure to lubricate him thoroughly, before taking him in your mouth.

As soon as your lips wrapped around the tip, you heard Yunho softly curse from above you. Your lips stretched around the girthy tip with difficulty and slid down as far as you could manage until he hit the back of your throat, and you weren’t even halfway through.

But Yunho didn't mind, it was the first time somebody even got that far and he swore he could have cum just by the look you gave him when your eyes snapped back to him and he saw your pretty face stuffed full of his fat cock, hair slightly disheveled by his doing, eyes glazed over with unspilled tears and your beautiful lips stretched to an unbelievable extent.

You felt him twitch on your tongue before you popped him out, taking a deep breath and going down again. His free hand dipped down to play with your breasts, he cupped them and flicked your hardened nipples a couple of times making you moan on his cock.

“Fuck baby,” he breathed. “Your mouth feels so good,” he panted. The praise made you confident enough to push your head a little further down, his cock reaching down to a brand new depth inside your throat.

“Fuckkkk,” Yunho sighed his hand on your hair holding you there for a second, just long enough for him to feel your gag reflex triggering and your throat clamping down on his cock trying to reject the massive foreign object that was obstructing your air pipe. When he pulled out again long strings of thick saliva linked your red and swollen lips to the raging tip of his cock and you coughed a couple of times, choking, the air burning your sore throat.

“Need you on my tongue right now. Wanna taste you,” he whispered as he practically tore the shirt off his shoulders and slipped out of his pants. He carefully pushed you towards the bed so you would be laid on your back and very gently his big hands wrapped around your thighs to pull them apart to finally lay eyes on your center.

Yunho licked his lips in anticipation, his mouth watering at the sight of your glistening folds covered with your slick, the transparent liquid cascading from your entrance and running down your thighs, some even staining your bedding. He swiped a single finger on your slit, gathering some of your arousal.

“Fuck, baby you got this wet just by having my cock in your mouth,” Yunho smirked when he noticed you twitched at his words. So you liked a little dirty talk, that was good to know. He brought the digit covered with your essence to his mouth, moaning against his own fingers as your sweet and velvety nectar enveloped his tongue.

“Fuck, you taste so good.”

Yunho pulled on your hips so your ass would sit at the edge and he kneeled on the ground. He planted a couple soft kisses on your inner thighs and pubic bone, making you squirm, itching to be touched in the right places. Maybe next time he’ll make you beg for it but today he needed you as much as you needed him.

He gently wrapped his mouth around your clit, taking the swollen bud into his mouth and sucking on it gently. Your reaction was immediate, it has been quite a long time since you have felt the touch of somebody else and Yunho was good at what he was doing.

He went down to dip his tongue inside of you, parting your folds with his tongue and tasting the deepest parts of you, you arched your back and let his name fall off your lips.

“Aaah, hmph… Yun-ho,” you struggled to say as you unconsciously started to roll your hips against his face, smearing your juices over his cheeks and chin.

The way you called out his name and fucked yourself back on his face, shamelessly using his mouth to chase after your high had him leaking on the floor, as his aching cock sat heavily between his thighs.

That’s when he chose to stick two long fingers inside your tight heat, making you moan louder and stop dead in your tracks. You don't know how he managed that but he somehow found the perfect angle right away, curling the two digits right into your sweet spot, so you stayed put, exactly where you were while he pumped his fingers in and out of you.

He alternated between fast strokes then slower ones when he rolled his fingertips inside you teasing your g spot, to then go back to the quicker pace. Taking you on this rollercoaster of pleasure where he made you go up and down but never to your peak.

Yunho had no intent on making you cum, at least not right now, now he only wanted to prep you to take him inside you. He was stretching you out as much as possible to make sure he could fit his huge cock inside your tiny little pussy.

You had figured out that much but that didn’t keep you from slowly growing frustrated and therefore hungry for more. Much more.

So he slipped a fourth finger in.

At this point your body was covered with a light sheen of sweat making you beautifully glisten as the dim night stand lamp shone on you.

You gasped at how full you felt, arching your back, your hands fisting the sheets as you called his name again.

“You’re doing so good.” He pressed a soft kiss on your sensitive bundle of nerves. “My good girl,” he cooed before he started to swirl his tongue around your clit, making your cunt clamp harder around his fingers.

You felt yourself throb at the possessive pronouns. You both knew you weren’t his. But for the both of you it was what felt good. You’ll have plenty of time to feel lonely again in the morning. Just for tonight you belonged to each other.

Your hands flew between your thighs where your fingers untangled with the long strands of brown hair, tugging at it, your frustration getting the best of you.

Yunho enjoyed the dull burn on his scalp as he kept on abusing your swollen bud, sucking, licking and flicking it. Until he felt you throb on his tongue. But before he could finish you he felt you pull on his hair hard enough for him to look up at you.

You were panting, your chest heaving up and down, disheveled from thrashing your head around and pushing it back into the mattress.

“Wanna cum on your cock,” you urged, panting, as plainly as that. After all of this teasing, you wanted to save your appetite for the main course.

Yunho could have bursted and cum all over the carpet with just those words. But instead he got back up and grabbed the rubber from your night stand, tearing the wrapper away and rolling the condom down his huge cock.

When he came back between your thighs he laid his cock on your stomach, and that's when you fully understood what you got yourself into. The sheer weight of the thing was in itself impressive but that was nothing compared to the size of it. It reached all the way to your midriff, the massive thing laying menacingly on your bare, sweaty skin.

Yunho then took the thick base in his hand and rubbed his tip at your entrance, coating it with your slick.

“You ready?” he asked, cheeks taking a pink hue, flashing you the most adorable of coy smile as if he wasn’t tongue fucking you a second ago. You only nodded, bracing yourself. Scared but foremost eager to be filled up again.

“Try to breathe, okay?” he advised right before he started to push himself inside you. Instinctively you let out a whine at the way your walls stretched around him as he gradually, very gently pushed his huge cock inside. You caught your lip between your teeth as your brows met on your forehead. Yunho was very attentive and didn't blink once to make sure he could read your micro expressions, so he could adapt the pace. He knew when to let you take a breather and when to keep pushing in. So when you let out a small cry and your hips jerked upwards slightly, he stopped.

“Am I hurting you?” he asked, soft voice laced with concern.

“Well the obvious answer is yes.” You chuckled softly at his adorable worried expression. “But at the same time… It feels so good,” you said, half whispering, half moaning. And you felt his cock twitch inside you.

That was the very first time somebody has ever said that to him. He would lie if he said he didn't like that.

“Please keep going,” you said, whiny tone bordering on begging.

“Fuck baby,” Yunho breathed out. “Say that again.” His voice was somewhat urgent.

“Please Yunho, fill me up, I wanna feel you all inside of me.”

Yunho cursed under his breath again. He didn't need more to push the last couple of centimeters inside you. And just like that you’re full of him. He flipped both of your legs on his sturdy shoulders and leaned forward to kiss you. The softness is masked by the state of extreme urgency in which you both find yourselves in, the kiss is messy, sloppy, heated. Your teeth grazing against each other before you stuck your tongue out to let Yunho suck on it, you taste yourself on his tongue making you light headed before you bit on Yunho’s bottom lip to let it snap back against his teeth.

“Please fuck me,” you whispered against his teeth.

“Anything for you, baby.”

He started to pull out gently and pushed in again, with each thrust he went faster, his large frame still laid over you as he fucked you in the mating press. The position was just perfect, with both his feet firmly on the ground, Yunho had great control over his movements and could easily adjust the pace as a plus the angle was absolutely divine.

You whined and whimpered and cried with each stroke, his big cock perfectly brushing and poking at your soft spot, deep, deep inside you. A spot nobody had ever been able to reach, not even yourself. The new found source of pleasure made you cry out in bliss, your cunt taking a vice grip around Yunho’s huge cock.

“Fuck,” you yelped. “You’re so…aaah… big,” you moaned. “Feel so good inside me. Please keep going. Fuck me please,” your words were slurred, you barely made any sense but it didn’t matter. Yunho knew exactly what you meant.

“You’re so good, baby. So good to me.”

He moaned against your mouth, prying your jaw open with his thumb and letting his tongue slip into your mouth, his warm spit running down your tongue. You swallowed his saliva, along with each of his pants and grunts. The way you felt around him was surreal, your wet sopping cunt coating him with your slick making it so easy to slip in and out of you, so much so that at some point he found himself absolutely drilling into your cunt completely losing himself inside you. The lewd wet noises bouncing off the small dark room as he rearranged your guts.

“I won't last for long,” he whined, eyes closing shut as he tried his best not to burst.

“I’m almost there,” you said, your legs tensing up and wrapping around Yunho’s hips.

He stood back up straight and put one hand on your waist firmly gripping your side to pull you back on his cock every time he thrusted in. Admiring the outline of his cock poking inside of your stomach creating a visible bulge with every snap of his hips. He laid his large hand over your stomach, lightly pressing, making you yelp and feeling every come and go as his thumb found your swollen and throbbing clit.

The sudden pleasure made you cry out a sob. Yunho started to play with your clit as he was deep inside your guts. Drawing tight circles on it, teasing it so perfectly that you grew even tighter around him.

“Please be my good girl and cum for me,” he said in a strangled moan, knowing he could only last for a few more seconds. Snapping his hips into yours, making your tits jump with each powerful thrust. “God please, please cum,” he begged in a desperate little whimper, as he wanted nothing than to make you cum but he also knew he could only keep up for a few more agonizingly long (at least to him) seconds.

That's when you crossed the edge, your walls fluttered around his big cock as you reached your peak, white heat radiating from your core to each of your limbs, making your body shake uncontrollably and your cunt grip into Yunho’s length like its life depended on it. You were completely delirious with pleasure, the earth shattering orgasm washing over you and convincing you the monstrous cock plowing into you had definitively ruined you for anyone else. You didn’t see how you could ever be satisfied again with any other cock.

The twitch of your cunt is Yunho’s queue to finally let go as well. He pulled out of you and ripped the condom away. He only had to give it a couple of strokes before cumming all over you. Thick white ropes of burning hot cum spurting out of his slit and crashing on your heated skin. Yunho had never cum so hard, his cock is like an open tap. Squirting cum all over your stomach, your tits and some powerful spurts even reaching your pretty face, which you hurriedly lick off your lips and chin. Making Yunho’s huge cock twitch in his balled fist.

He nearly collapsed when he’s done, his legs suddenly turning into jelly. But he still managed to haphazardly wander into the bathroom to give you a clean washcloth he found and even goes back to the kitchen to get you a glass of water.

After that he blacked out next to you, completely drained (in more ways than one). You chuckled next to him when you heard him snort softly as you set your still half full drink on the nightstand and switch off the light. Naturally finding your place snuggled up against him.

***

The incessant vibrations of his phone abandoned in the pocket of his jeans was what woke up Yunho the next morning. He got off the bed half asleep and picked the device to answer the call. Because he was still in a daze he didn’t check the caller but he definitely should have when he heard Wooyoung yell at the end of the line.

“SO DID YOU GO BACK TO HER PLACE??? DID SHE SURVIVE THE DRILL?????” he shot out question after question, not taking the time to breathe between each one. Yunho shushed him right away, looking back over his shoulder at your sleeping figure.

“Shut up! she’s sleeping!” Yunho said as he struggled to turn down the volume on his phone.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” the speaker resonated even louder. “Come by to my place we’re going to brunch, you’ll tell me all about it and then I promise I’ll play all the League you want for the rest of eternity!” Wooyoung pledged as Yunho chuckled. That's exactly why he loved him.

“Brunch and then League?” Yunho heard your groggy voice from behind. “That sounds fun…”

“I’ll call you back,” Yunho briefly said before hanging on a screaming Wooyoung. He beamed at you.

“Wanna come with?”

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a/n: oooffff omg that was something. i had so much fun writing this and omg i loved yunho in this he was so cute but hot ughhhhh. tell me if you liked it. that would make me so happy and i will def kiss u if do <3333

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msschemmenti · 5 months ago

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country living

request: there needs to be more love for jemily x reader tho!! so im thinking like jj taking her partners back to pennsylvania to show them what it’s all about

jemily x reader

summary: jj’s high school reunion is happening and she convinces both her girlfriends to come to her small rural town in pennsylvania.

a/n: hey hottie!! thanks for the request— country girls shake it for me jj edit stans rise!! idk how rural east allegheny is but im making it very small town rural 🤠 hope you enjoy <3 if anyone wants the actual reunion part of this just let me know 🫡

“good evening lovers!” y/n smiled over her shoulder at the sound of her front door opening.

“lovers? that’s new.” emily mumbled as she rounded the kitchen island to the younger woman.

“you got a problem being one of my lovers?” y/n asked teasingly as she turned the heat down on the stove.

“not at all, just curious.” emily replied holding her hands up in surrender before placing a kiss on y/n’s cheek.

“i kinda like it.” jj mused slipping out of her shoes.

“you like anything that alludes to bedroom activities.” y/n rolled her eyes at the blonde.

“guilty!” jj sing-songed, coming to pinch y/n’s side affectionately. the younger woman turned the stove off completely and turned to face her girlfriends.

“dinner will be done in a little bit if you want any. oh and before i forget, i picked up your mail, it’s in the mail holder in the entryway.”

“thanks baby.” jj smiled, stepping back in the entryway to retrieve their mail. she shuffled the envelopes, scanning the senders as she walked back into the kitchen. she plopped down on a stool and passed emily a few bills before pausing at an invitation addressed to her. she slid her finger through the sealed envelope and pulled the invite out curiously.

“god, has it really been 25 years since i graduated high school?” jj mumbled as she flipped the card over.

“25 years?” y/n echoed. “i’m not even going to say what i was going to say.”

“oh god, don’t do that thing you do when you say how old you were during that year. it always makes me feel old.” emily grumbled.

“hey! i stopped myself. i can’t help it, it’s the only way i can track time.” y/n whined as she started plating dinner. “anyways, is there a reunion or something?”

“yeah, it’s in pennsylvania next month.”

“oo, are you gonna go?”

“maybe. i haven’t been home in a pretty long time. i’m sure my mother would enjoy that.” jj mused.

“if we don’t have a case, i think you should go.” emily added.

“i second that. you gotta show everybody how hot you still are.” y/n nodded, as they all settled around her small dinner table.

“well if i go, you two have to go too. what better way to show everyone how hot i am, than to bring my super sexy lovers.” jj pointed with a cheeky wink.

“to pennsylvania?” emily grimaced.

“yes? don’t look so happy about it.” jj rolled her eyes.

“i don’t know, didn’t you grow up on a farm or something?” emily continued.

“not on the farm, near yes. you’re acting like im gonna make you milk a cow and churn your own butter.”

“didn’t reid say you were corn fed once? is that not what that means?” emily questioned.

“can i wear cowgirl boots? i don’t have any but i wanna buy some.” y/n asked turning to jj.

“obviously neither of you have ever been to pennsylvania.” jj shook her head.

“right, but cowgirl boots. yay or nay?”

“i vote yes. i think you’d look hot.” emily voted.

jj sighed with a smile and shook her head, “god, i hope we get to go to this reunion.”

luck was surprisingly on jj’s side and she and her girlfriends were pulling up to her childhood home in East Allegheny early thursday morning.

jj put the car in park and slid out first and sighed as she gazed over her childhood home. y/n hopped out of the backseat, feet covered by the red leather cowgirl boots she just bought. emily slid out last, sunglasses blocking the sun and a soft flush from the morning heat.

“welcome to east allegheny.” jj smiled turning to face both women.

“how exciting! pennsylvania.” emily teasingly cheered, causing jj to roll her eyes.

“it is giving corn fed.” y/n spoke quietly as emily leaned into her side.

“oh shut up! you two are the worst.” jj pouted.

“we’re kidding we’re kidding!” y/n protested moving to wrap her arms around jj’s neck and pull her close. “we’re so excited to learn more about country living babe.” y/n grinned before puckering her lips in a silent request.

“mmhmm, you’re definitely dressed for country living.” jj teased, meeting y/n’s lips sweetly.

“just be glad, em wouldn’t let me wear my hat. i think it looked adorable.”

“adorable yes. i agree. but i think it was a little too on the nose.maybe save that for texas or something.”

“hater.” y/n rolled her eyes before hissing as emily pinched her bum in retaliation.

“alright you two, behave. my mom’s waiting inside and i’ve got a whole day of east allegheny things i wanna show you.” jj scolded.

“yes ma’am.” emily and y/n said in unison with giggles on their tongue. emily grabbed their weekend bags and followed behind jj and y/n as they headed for the house. as soon as the first stair creaked— the door flew open and revealed sandy jareau.

“hey mom.” jj smiled softly at her mother through the screen door. their relationship had definitely been strained in the past but sandy seemed to finally be accepting her daughter for who she was and who she loved.

“morning jenny. come on in girls. i just finished breakfast.” sandy corralled leaning to kiss jj’s cheek as she pasted through the door. both y/n and emily followed suit and smiled politely at their host. jj leads the way through the hall of her childhood, breezing past the soccer pictures and family portraits on the wall. but unfortunately for her— her girlfriends were not breezing past anything.

“oh my god, is that jj?” y/n asked on an excited gasp. jj groaned and turned to see where the younger woman had stopped in the hall. she shook her head solemnly when she realized she had stopped at the top of the hallway.

“oh yeah, little jenny.” sandy smiled over the younger woman’s shoulder. “i’ve got the pictures situated chronologically as you go further up the hallway. she’d just lost her first tooth.”

“oh i just wanna pinch those cheeks!” y/n grinned pulling her phone out to snap a picture to keep.

“i’ll have to get the album out before y’all head back.” sandy smiled heading toward the kitchen.

“oh god, don’t enable her. there’s no telling what she’ll do with those pictures.” jj whined.

“no no, don’t listen to her. mrs. jareau, i need to see every baby picture of jj you have in this house.” y/n called as she stuck her tongue out at jj teasingly.

emily hid her laughter behind her hand and placed her hands on y/n’s waist to guide her toward the kitchen of the small home. jj followed behind rolling her eyes at the giddy look on all the women’s faces.

“are we taking the truck? please say we’re taking the truck.” y/n bounced at the bottom of the steps looking up at jj. they’d all cleaned their plates and thanked sandy and now jj had a day of ‘country living’ planned for her two girlfriends.

“i kinda wanna see you drive a truck as well. is there a hat you’ll wear as well?” emily joined y/n at the bottom of the stares.

“oh it’d be so hot.” y/n mused bringing her hands up to pull on jj’s arm impatiently.

jj’s eyes moved from emily’s teasing smirk and y/n’s pleading pout and couldn’t help but grin under their attention. allowing the younger woman to pull her into her side, she placed a chaste kiss on her pouting lips. “fine fine, we’ll take the truck. since it’s in such popular demand.”

y/n cheered happily and made a beeline for the old red truck parked under the tree leaving emily and jj to watch her go. emily slung her arm over jj’s shoulder with a laugh, “she’s loving this way more than i thought she would.”

“wouldn’t be surprised if she’s got a thing for cowgirls.” jj said bumping her hip against emily’s.

“oh for sure.” emily agreed with a laugh. they watched as y/n climbed into the bed of the truck and turned to face them.

“can i ride in the back? i wanna feel the country wind in my hair.”

“no.” both emily and jj vetoed in unison.

“aww you guys are no fun.” y/n pouted but knew they weren’t changing their minds.

“emily!” jj called with her hands held out in warning.

“what?!” emily paused in her step.

“your foot is hovering over a huge pile of shit. and i know how many you’re going to be if you step in that.” jj pointed.

“oh yeah that’d be so gross. we’d make you ride in the bed of the truck.” y/n nodded turning to look at the poop in question. “oh my god— what kinda animal did that?”

jj laughed with a shake of a head and turned y/n back toward the way they were walking. “the horses.”

“have i been that obvious about my cowgirl thing?” y/n asked eyeing both emily and jj.

“we assumed but the look in your eyes confirmed everything we were thinking.” emily shrugged with a knowing smirk.

y/n nodded in acceptance before turning to face jj, “in that case, i need to see you up on that steed, now.”

“i can’t believe you just said steed.” emily deadpanned.

after spending the day on her grandfathers farm, jj pulled the truck into the only small parking lot lit up. it was about 9pm and east allegheny had fully transitioned into night life mode. which in a small town means going to ‘the hidey hole’ for darts, beers, line dancing, and fried onion blossoms.

jj slid out of the truck first and emily followed from the passenger door. after refusing to let y/n ride in the bed of the truck, she insisted on being squished between them in the front. with both women out of the truck, she scooted her way to the edge of the driver’s side and hopped into jj’s waiting arms.

“i think we should get a truck.” she smiled dreamily as jj placed her on the ground.

“you’re only saying that because you’ve been wedged between us all day.” jj shook her head in amusement.

“well yes, but think of the easy access a truck allows.” y/n grinned mischievously.

emily blew a huff through her nose as she rounded the truck and stepped behind jj, caging the blonde between them. “now she makes a very good point. i think we should hear her out.”

jj’s cheeks reddened and her eyes rolled, “you two are trouble. i’m starting to regret bringing you both here.” y/n and emily laughed joyously before both kissing one of jj’s cheeks affectionately and releasing her.

they all filed into the bar and nabbed a tall table in the corner. with both y/n and emily seated, jj nodded her head toward the bar. “i’m gonna go get us some drinks and an onion blossom.”

“an onion what?” emily asked as jj walked away.

“i have no idea. i can’t lie though, i’m kinda excited.” y/n clapped happily. jj returned shortly with three beers wedged between her fingers and a plate of fried deliciousness.

“oh it’s definitely giving corn fed.” y/n grinned, pulling the onion blossom toward her side of the table eagerly.

“baby, why’s your face on the wall?” y/n asked as she and jj set up for a darts game.

“oh no reason—“ jj started to deflect but was quickly interrupted by a bumbling gruff guy leaning against the wall near them. “she’s the only person who’s ever gotten a single treble 20 in this town.”

y/n looked between the man and jj incredulously, “so you’re basically famous?”

jj shook her head with a smitten grin and the guy nodded his head in agreement. “she’s hidey hole royalty.”

“oh my god, em! jj’s royalty! come take my picture with her picture.” y/n called across the bar— much to jj’s dismay. she was positive those beers were finally hitting her girlfriend and she couldn’t help but to laugh as she watched her pose with the framed photo on the wall.

full of cheap beer and love, jj stopped the rusty truck in the backyard of her house. with the car in park she turned to her girlfriends with a smile. “wait here, i’ll be right back.” she darted up the back porch and quietly opened the screen door to enter. y/n and emily watched her go, but stayed put as they’d been told. when jj reemerged she was carrying piles of pillows and dragging blankets behind her. she threw them into the bed of the truck and pulled herself over the edge to situate everything comfortably. once the blankets were placed to her liking, she knocked on the back window and motioned for both women to join her.

“i can’t believe i ate something called an onion blossom.” emily groaned as she shuffled closer to y/n’s side.

“i can’t believe you wouldn’t line dance with us. that was a once in a lifetime experience.” y/n grumbled.

“you get so much more dramatic when you drink.” emily spoke into the younger woman’s hairline.

“you got a problem with that?” y/n asked feigning aggression.

“quiet you two, or i’ll ground you both.” jj reprimanded teasingly, eyes trained on the star filled sky. they all dissolved into giggles, feeling so light and so full of love that they couldn’t contain it. when they quieted down jj spoke softly. “when i was younger my grandfather would set up the truck like this for ros and i every weekend. it was my favorite part of the week.” y/n pulled jj closer as they quietly listened to her story. “it’s probably one of the things i miss the most about her. it was like our special time together. we didn’t argue, she wasn’t completely annoyed by my presence and it was our sister time.”

emily reached across y/n to twine her and jj’s fingers in support. “you know that reminds me of my summers in paris with my grandfather in his isolated cabin. we’d spend the day hiking and fishing. and end the night in a hammock identifying constellations.” emily recalled.

“i know you’ve both been together for so long, but i don’t think i’ll ever get tired of getting to know you both.” y/n smiled up at the stars squeezing both emily and jj affectionately. they hummed happily and enjoyed the clear night sky. a true perk of country living.

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torasplanet · 1 year ago

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❝𝙈𝙀𝙂𝙐𝙈𝙄𝙎 𝙈𝘼𝙈𝘼.ᐟ❞

S. GOJO + F. READER

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 ; satoru finally meets this girl megumi called his mama when toji was alive and he wants you to be his gf instead of toji's.

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 ; smut, fluffy lowkey, porn w plot, table sex lowkey, drunk sex?, oral (m receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, petnames (sweetheart, beautiful, etc), dad!satoru, creampie, reader is toji's ex, and skin color not mentioned

The streets of Sendai looked dim and boring behind the tinted windows of Satoru’s car as he leaned against the window looking out of it through his sunglasses. No one told him being an adult would be so boring. Sure, they said it was stressful but it wasn’t, mainly just…boring.

He gently pulled at the collar of his white button-up with his fingers feeling as though he was suffocating under the tightness, he unbuttoned one of the buttons and loosened the black tie a bit before sighing and leaning his head back against the seat closing his eyes just wishing for this car ride to end. Going into a primary school would be a little more exciting than this, maybe he’d see some hot moms picking their kids up.

Maybe he’d finally managed to snag a date with one of them. No one told Satoru how hard it’d be to get a girlfriend or at least a date when you have two kids and all the moms he saw when it was time for pick up always had husbands or something and unfortunately weren’t willing to risk it all. Ah, it didn’t matter anyway. He wouldn’t see any women here besides the secretaries because he was picking up Megumi and Tsumiki earlier than usual.

He was going to pass by their school on the way home so why not just pick them up now? It’d be less of a hassle for him but that’s if Megumi even wanted to leave school. Satoru had a habit of picking him up during his favorite class, art and he always apologized but Megumi would just stand there with his arms crossed until Satoru said he’d come back later to pick him up after class.

His blue eyes flickered to the driver before back out the window seeing that they were already here, great. The faster he gets in here, the faster he can go home and go to sleep. “I’ll be back soon.” The words were low and more as though they were a whisper as he opened the door hoping out of the backseat.

He closed the door with a slam before walking toward the front of the school shoving his hands in the pockets of his pants and dragging his feet as he went. A loud groan escaped his soft lips as he yanked open the front door before stomping inside and to the front office “C’mon Ruka! You know me, I used to pick Megumi and Tsumiki up all the time!” A loud voice caught him off guard as he stood still staring through the glass watching as you leaned against the counter talking to the secretary that Satoru had talked to probably a thousand times.

You were probably the one who was yelling “I’m sorry miss. It’s the new rules for the two.” Ruka said sweat-dropping as she waved her hands, Satoru opened the glass door and stepped inside allowing it to shut loudly behind him announcing his presence. You turned your head and faced him with a curious look on his face and Satoru swore he felt his heart almost jump out of his chest.

Who the hell were you and why were you so damn pretty? Your plump lips which perfected your expression of confusion, long eyelashes that fluttered as you blinked, beautiful skin, and your ass which was perfect and round. It might’ve just been because you were leaning onto the counter but fuck he still couldn’t help but stare “Oh sorry, did you need to come here?” You asked turning your entire body around to face him with a slightly apologetic look on your pretty face.

Satoru looked away as your eyes met his through his sunglasses that had lowered on his face making his bright blue eyes visible to you, he pushed them back up in an attempt to hide his staring “You’re fine.” He said walking up to the counter next to you feeling your stare on him, at least he wasn’t the only one staring. Not only did you look good, but fuck you smelled good too.

Satoru then remembered what you had said before he walked into the office, how did you know Megumi and Tsumiki? He had never seen you a day in his life. He couldn’t exactly say he never heard your name because he doesn’t even know your name but he wanted to know it…it might’ve been bad that he didn’t want to know it to know how you know his adopted children and were trying to pick them up and instead so he could at least attempt to flirt with you.

He turned to you leaning his cheek on the palm of his hand “How do you know Megumi and Tsumiki?” You seemed to be taken aback by his words probably wondering how he knew those two, probably just as confused as he was asking the same questions he was in his head. But probably not the one about him wanting to see how you would look in shorts.

He wasn’t just thinking about that, he was just thinking about you. Nothing too specific, whatever came to his mind about you. It’s like the moment you turned around to face him, you put him in some type of trance where he was fascinated with you and everything that related to you. Your eyes trailed from his face, down and then back up at his face and he looked away from you glad that his glasses were concealing that slightest bit of flusteredness in his eyes.

Was it getting hotter in here or was it just him? Or was it you?

“It’s hard to explain, I’m sorta like their step-mom but me and their dad were never like married or anything.” You explained leaning back against the counter. Satoru felt himself get even more hot from nervousness, fuck were you talking about Toji? The man he killed? Shit.

Making a move on the girlfriend of the guy he killed was not…morally right. But when has Satoru ever done anything considered morally right by anyone other than himself? Toji was a dick anyway. “I came back looking for Toji but I can’t find him anywhere so I came to check on them to see if they were okay.” Satoru almost felt bad for killing that piece of shit by the way you were talking. Your tone was laced with concern and he couldn’t make out whether it was for Toji or the kids, probably both but he didn’t want it to be for Toji.

He wondered how a guy like him could score a girl like you. Such a pretty girl deserves so much better than some trash like that, if Satoru had met you earlier maybe even when you were with Toji, he would’ve swept you right off your feet and taken you away but it wasn’t too late to do that.

Satoru hummed turning his head away from you, were you that girlfriend Megumi and Tsumiki told them about? The one that broke up with Toji but they loved? You might’ve been.

He remembers the two of them telling them all about this girl, how nice she was, how they thought of her as their mama sometimes, and how much they missed her and wished Toji didn’t break up with her. She would stay by their side in their beds until they went to sleep, and she’d cook them meals instead of just ordering takeout, she was practically their mother and they missed her so dearly. That woman was definitely you. He could just tell off the vibes he got from you.

Satoru nodded toward Rika as she already knew what he was here for and she started typing on her computer “So, how do you know them?” Satoru glanced at you. How was he going to explain this to you? It was hard enough explaining to Megumi and Tsumiki a lie about their dad so he didn’t have to tell them what he did, what would he tell a grown adult who wouldn’t fall for a lie unless it was a convincable one?

You were Toji’s ex-girlfriend too so you’d probably be looking for answers to where he went too “Uh, I’m their guardian. I adopted them ‘cause Toji isn’t here.” Your mouth opened wider and so did your eyes.

“Really? You look so young! Young people never want to adopt kids…I can’t really see anyone adopting Megumi either, he’s not really easy to get close with.” Hell yeah, you were right about that. Megumi was a little shit and a pain in Satoru’s ass but to be fair, he was probably just as much as a pain.

Satoru let out a small chuckle as he lowered his head to peer up at you without the tint of his sunglasses “Same with you. I’d never imagine a girl like you coming back to take care of kids.” He said not thinking about what he said but when he did, he mentally cursed himself for being so careless with his flirting. You probably thought he was insulting you with that ‘girl like you’ comment.

He gets close to a pretty girl and for once in his life, he chokes and doesn’t think about what the hell he’s saying when he’s attempting to flirt “What do you mean girls like me?” He was waiting for that question. Satoru chuckled nervously as he pulled at the collar of his button-up again, it was really hot in here now. He felt like he was being burned at the stake like he had been accused of witchcraft.

“I mean a young and pretty girl.” He saw a smile form on your lips he had been staring at for probably the whole time you guys have been talking and it made him smile, fuck he needed you. Not just fucking you, well that too but he needed to get to know you, he needed to take you out on a date and maybe another one after that.

Megumi was not kidding when he said that you were the best woman he’d ever met other than his own mother because Satoru was really close to saying that himself “You can talk to Megumi and his sister when they come down here.” Satoru said walking over to the chairs before plopping down in one leaning back against the back of the small chair and placing his arms behind his head for some type of comfort. Man, he fucking hated waiting in these chairs only to get glared at by Megumi for interrupting him in the middle of his finger-painting.

“For real? Thanks.” Your words triggered silence between the two of you and the rest of the room except for the phones ringing and the clacking of the keyboards coming from the many secretaries in the room.

In complete honesty, if someone asked Satoru why he was doing this and letting you speak to the two children, he wouldn’t know what to say. He knows why, he has two reasons but one of them he can’t exactly say because it’d make him seem like a bad person, and sadly; if someone asked him that question, that reason would be the first thing he’d think of responding with because it was the main reason.

He mainly did it because he wanted another reason to talk to you again. Maybe after talking to Megumi and Tsumiki, you’d ask for his number so you could keep conversing with the children and maybe, just maybe if he played his cards right, that could end up with you agreeing to go on a date with him. Sure, he felt bad that you didn’t know where Toji was and what happened to him and wanted to check on if the kids were okay and that’s another reason why he told you that but anyone who saw how cute you looked would’ve had that idea of a date in their head too!

Satoru failed to realize that you were staring at him from his gaze being focused on the ceiling lights lost in his thoughts. You were just as lost in your thoughts as he was.

You wondered what happened to Toji that made Megumi and Tsumiki need a guardian to take care of them. Why didn’t he call you? You would’ve gladly taken them in. You didn’t know what happened but you had a few ideas that didn’t make you panic immediately.

You knew how Toji was with money and the jobs he’d do. Whenever you two were together, he’d leave for a job that was probably in another city or something and leave you with Megumi and Tsumiki so maybe that’s what was going on right now except it was a different country or something? But that wouldn’t make sense, he would’ve come back and at least still asked you to look after the kids.

But maybe he just left. Maybe he left because he just wanted to? “Hey, if you don’t mind…can I ask how you became their new dad?” You asked blinking at Satoru admiring his long eyelashes that matched his snow-white hair, he was a pretty guy. Especially his eyes. You wished you had them.

“It’s kind of a long story…Toji left shortly after I met him, I don’t know why. He never said anything to anyone and just left.” Satoru said making up a lie quickly as he continued to talk, he had no idea what this Toji guy was like even after taking in his kids and he didn’t know if he was the type to just disappear but he sure fucking hoped so because this was the best he could come up with on short notice.

When he glanced at you, you didn’t look suspicious of his words or anything. You looked like you were waiting for him to continue not a clue in the world that he was spewing lies into your ear “One day I just ran into Megumi and thought he looked like Toji and knew he was that fucker’s kid so…now we’re here.” Satoru hoped you wouldn’t prod for any more questions about the story because he didn’t think he’d be able to continue to lie to your face when you were looking at him like that.

You let out a groan closing your eyes and leaning back in your seat “Ugh. He could’ve at least said something to me before leaving! I would’ve come and gotten them.” You grumbled turning your head to look back at Satoru with tired eyes clearly annoyed. He almost let out a sigh of relief that you believed his fib but he stopped himself quickly covering it up with an agreeing laugh.

His nervousness then came right back when your annoyed look dropped and you just stared at him looking him up and down once more taking in his stature and his outfit “Where did you come from? You look like a business guy.” You asked with a laugh sitting up in your chair and bringing a finger up to tap on his tie. He wished you used it to grab his chin for a kiss.

“Just a dinner with a friend.”

“She a cute girl?”

“He’s a guy.”

With that, he saw your smile turn into not only a friendly smile but a smile that showed interest in him. That wasn’t even supposed to be a part of his flirting but hell it was working so he couldn’t even complain. Maybe he should start wearing suits more often when going to places he knows hot girls would be at because clearly, it was working for him.

Satoru wished you’d say something else, maybe how he was hot? Maybe how he was the finest guy you’d ever seen? Just something, anything related to him that’d make the possibility of a date higher than it was and it seemed as though you were going to “Dad!” Oh lord, fuck off Megumi. He just ruined Satoru’s chance of hearing what’d you think about, honestly anything relating to him.

You were definitely a witch. He had just met you and was getting excited over the mere idea of you saying anything relating to him.

Megumi threw open the office door with a glare in his eyes and Tsumiki behind him “I was in the middle of arts and crafts again you jerk!” The child yelled stomping in front of Satoru not even noticing you yet but Tsumiki had and she had the brightest smile on her face.

The girl let out a loud squeal and ran toward you crashing into you and giving you the biggest hug she ever had “(Y/n)! I missed you so much!” Ah…so (Y/n) was your name…a pretty name for a pretty girl, checks out.

Megumi’s gaze turned to yours and he no longer looked so angry “Hey, I miss her too!” He said attempting to hug you too but it didn’t do much as you were sitting and Tsumiki might as well climb on your lap from how she was hugging you “(Y/n)...tell Tsumiki to let me hug you, she’s not being fair!” The black-haired boy shouted as Satoru stood to his feet chuckling under his breath watching as you struggled to stand up and calm Megumi down at the same time.

They must really have loved you. Satoru was starting to understand why too.

You opened your arms wider so that Megumi could hug you too and he wasted no time getting close to your body “Hey guys, how have you been?” You asked leaning down to kiss the foreheads of the two children and Tsumiki was quick to respond with good news but of course, Megumi had to be dramatic. “Good but Gojo is super annoying.” The black-haired boy said rolling his eyes and snuggling his cheek further into your body as Tsumiki let go of you.

He always wanted to be the closest to you. “I’m sure he’s not that bad, I mean you’re living with him and eating right?” Megumi sighed and nodded a bit. “Speaking of, I think you need to go.” You said awkwardly looking up at Satoru from the little boy who seemed just as shocked at your words as the younger two were.

“No! Stay for dinner please!” Tsumiki shouted throwing her hands in the air and squeezing her eyes shut. Megumi’s hold on your shirt tightened at your words clearly with no intent of letting you go “Oh…well, if Gojo wouldn’t mind?” You said with a light chuckle looking at the albino-haired male who merely pushed his glasses up on his face with a smile growing on his face.

“Of course, I don’t mind. And just call me Satoru.” He said as a smile grew on your lips at his agreement while Tsumiki yelped for joy as she jumped up and down. You leaned down a bit and forced Megumi away from your body despite his noises of complaint and grabbed his hand “So shall we go now?” Satoru smiled at you as he grabbed Tsumiki’s small hand nodding.

Wow, you were really cute. Motherly, hot and nice? You were practically the perfect woman and he wanted you and all that perfection. Good thing you were Tsumiki and Megumi’s mama huh?

Satoru stood in the kitchen texting Nanami about some mission that he had to go on tomorrow whilst he waited for you to get back from convincing Tsumiki and Megumi to take a nap. Satoru had listened to them complain all afternoon about how they didn’t want to go to sleep and wanted to stay up and talk with you but he and you both knew that they needed to take a nap. They’d be tired all day otherwise.

Once he heard footsteps leading to where he was, he shut his phone and shoved it in his pocket wanting to give you his undivided attention “That took forever.” You muttered dragging your feet as you walked into the kitchen leaning against the dining room table that was centered in the room. Satoru chuckled lightly crossing his arms against his chest his eyes locked on you “What? They try and drag you into the bed?” He asked his glasses moving lower on his face allowing you to his blue irises again.

“Yeah…Megumi thought I’d be gone when he woke up.” You said running your hand up to the nape of your neck rubbing at it awkwardly feeling bad about leaving him and Tsumiki in the first place but it’s not like it was your fault. Toji was the one that always created problems to argue about and you just couldn’t take it anymore after so many times being off and on with him.

Satoru raised an eyebrow at that “He actually told you that?” In all the time he had known Megumi, he had never been open with his feelings not even to Tsumiki. It’s not like he wouldn’t show when he’s upset or tell someone but he wouldn’t actually say what’s wrong and would just kinda dance around it hinting at what was wrong. “No. He told me not to leave when he’s sleeping.” You said with a laugh.

Satoru loved your laugh. Since all four of you walked out of the school, you had been smiling and laughing with not only the kids but with him too and it never failed to make him do the same just because he heard it.

Satoru watched as you looked him up and down as silence filled the room for just a second before you opened your mouth “You got any wine?” Satoru’s grin widened at this. Oh, he knew having an unreasonably large collection of wine would NOT go to waste no matter what Geto or Nanami said.

“Oh, do I? I got a whole collection.” He said a little more excited than you expected which made you laugh again “Oh really? Got any white wine then?” Satoru smacked his teeth rolling his neck with the same smile on his face planting a hand on his hip.

He looked at you again with lidded eyes as if he was challenging you “Come on, give me something hard.” Satoru said teasingly making you raise an eyebrow at him.

“Hm…J.S. Terrantez?”

“Sweetheart.” You perked up at the nickname your face getting a bit hot “I told you to give me something hard.” Satoru finished as you stared at him shocked at the name he gave you and the fact that he was hinting at his collection being extremely pricey. You had an idea that Satoru was a bit wealthy from his house, his car, a designated driver, and the way he dressed but this was a surprise to you.

“Okay then. What about Domaine Leroy?” You questioned pushing away your flustered feelings but they quickly returned with the look he gave you “Got the whole collection. Is that what you want?” Butterflies appeared in your stomach at his words and the tone he used and you got stiff staring at him your feeling unable to be hidden.

“No…Haha. I can’t drink something expensive like that, champagne is fine.” You answered nervously laughing watching as Satoru pushed his shades up shoving his hands in his pockets afterward “Great. I’ll get it, the glasses are in that cabinet.” He said pointing at one of the cabinets behind you before wandering to the pantry turning his back to you allowing you to let out the breath you were holding.

Satoru had made you feel some type of way from the moment you saw him because of his attractiveness but him talking to you like that, looking at you like that made butterflies fly around in your stomach as if they were trapped and a heat grow in between your legs wanting to be relieved with a bit of friction.

But you couldn’t just start rubbing your thighs or dive your hand in your panties to relieve it right now, you were talking with Satoru and if he caught sight of your thighs rubbing against each other nearly causing a fire with the friction it was causing would embarrass you to death and you’d actually run out of the house if that happened.

He was so cute and you didn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of him. You wanted to at least get maybe one date with him.

Your hands grabbed at two champagne glasses before walking back over to the counter setting one down on the surface of the wood table and waiting for the blue-eyed man to return and he did in no time holding a large bottle of Champagne the cork already in his hand “You think Megumi and Tsumiki will be upset when you leave?” Satoru asked beginning to pour the sparkling wine into your cup and then his.

The champagne tickled your throat fizzing as you took a sip from the cup a small snort came from your throat “I think Megumi will try and come with me and Tsumiki will weigh me down by holding my leg.” You replied as if it was common knowledge and it was. Satoru just asked to make more small talk.

He shrugged his shoulders placing the bottle on the table and grabbing his glass “You could always spend the night.” Satoru offered placing his lips at the rim of the glass and you grinned at him. You both clearly liked that idea.

You now took notice of the position you were in right now. Your lower back was pressed against the edge of the table and Satoru was right in front of you just one step closer to his body pressing against yours “You can take my bed.” Satoru said taking off his shades and putting them on the table.

“I couldn’t do that. I’ll just sleep on the couch.” You said shrugging. It was highly unlikely you’d sleep on the couch, Tsumiki and Megumi would probably ask you to sleep in their room in either of their beds that you definitely could not fit in. If you did end up on the couch, they’d be cuddled up next to you. Maybe Satoru would be there too.

“I can’t have a pretty lady sleeping anywhere but the bed, can I?” The albino-haired man said making you quirk an eyebrow staring at him “You tell every girl they’re pretty just to get them in your sheets?” You questioned taking another sip from your cup but this one was long. Practically downing the entire cup only leaving a little sip left.

Satoru shook his head as he set his glass on the table “Girls don’t approach me as often. Megumi and Tsumiki are always with me.” You faked a pout pushing your bottom lip out far peering at him with fake innocence through your eyelashes “Aw, so sad.” You teased making Satoru look at you questioningly tongue poking out to like his bottom lip.

“What about you? I bet hundreds of guys swarm you like bees so why you back looking for their dad?” The man asked. It wasn’t a question to throw you off, it wasn’t a question to tease you, it was an honest question that he wanted an answer to. There were so many guys in Japan that were hot, cute, and nice but you settled for Toji and you’re still coming back? Maybe if Satoru had met you a little earlier, when Toji was still alive, you would’ve left that sack of shit and stayed with him. Satoru wouldn’t have you leaving constantly and coming back, you wouldn’t have to leave not once with him.

Satoru would treat you like a princess–no, like a goddess.

Another shrug from your shoulders confused Satoru more “I don’t like trying new things. Toji isn’t new.” It wasn’t a lie. Nice guys were so hard to find nowadays…Toji wasn’t even a nice guy, to be frank. Well sometimes he was but not all the time and sometimes was better than never…Satoru seemed like a nice guy though.

Taking care of kids that weren’t his, letting you come over, letting you drink. He was kind. You liked that. “New things aren’t that bad, you just gotta try the right ones,” Satoru said. His voice dropped an octave as his volume lowered as if he was keeping it a secret and you liked that a lot too. A shiver ran down your spine as you grinned at him “Are you the right one, Satoru?” Fuck, you were doing things to him just from that sentence alone.

The way you said his name, how you looked at him when you said it after throwing back what was left in that cup. Everything about you drove him crazy. You were like Aphrodite’s daughter. Such a beautiful woman, so nice, so amazing, he needed all of that now. Right fucking now.

“You want me to be?” He asked growing closer to you, his lips close to yours. His strong cologne filling your nostrils was hypnotizing you. You nodded remaining eye contact with him “Yeah.” You didn’t give Satoru a chance to speak after that and connected your lips placing your palm on the nape of his neck.

Satoru’s hand went to your thigh rubbing up and down getting so close to your core but he didn’t touch your crotch. His fingers remained on your thigh only to tease you. The kiss grew deeper and more bedraggled turning into a makeout very quickly making the heat between your legs grow larger like a house fire.

As your lips moved together like swans in a dance, you felt Satoru buck his hips slightly and you grinned into the kiss knowing what he wanted. The kiss had barely been going on for five minutes and he was already rock hard wanting more, he had wanted you from the start. All day and was just aching for your touch.

Your lips journeyed to his jawline after a while marking your territory with sloppy pecks but instead of going to his neck, you went toward his ear to whisper a request. A simple request to relieve the ache between your thighs and the raging boner in his pants.

“Wanna fuck me?” Your fingers were fast and found their way to his belt tugging at it lightly. You backed away from his ear to make eye contact with him and he looked delighted with your request “Wow, I expected you to last a little longer without it.” Satoru spoke teasingly with that stupid fucking grin on his face that you just rolled your eyes at. Your hand went down and you grabbed his boner through his pants making him gasp into your ear “You want to or not? Seems like you do.” You teased as he bucked his hips into your hand making you grin widely.

Satoru nodded “Fuck yes.” He muttered pushing you back into the table with his hands resting on your hips. He then slid you easily on top of the table running his hands up and down your thighs “Will you let me, beautiful?” He questioned as his hands grew closer to your core spreading your legs very slowly and subtly. Nodding your head in agreement, you put your hands on his shoulders with a lustful look on your face.

Your fingers trailed up to his belt and you began to unbuckle it before sliding his slacks down with his Calvin Klein boxers following. You almost got surprised by how fast it sprung out and slapped against his clothed abdomen with pre-cum leaking from the slit on his bright pink tip showing how horny he was. This wasn’t just from barely five minutes of kissing, he had wanted you from the start. Since you met him.

So needy.

A small chuckle came from your lips “So big, y’know what to do with all that?” You asked with a flirty smile and of course, Satoru had to mirror it except his look was different. His blue eyes held an insane amount of need but that’s all you could read, there was more that you couldn’t figure out what lay behind those bright blue irises that hypnotized you. “Of course I do, you know how to take it?” His voice triggered a shake in your legs that you were sure he felt because of how his smile grew.

You didn’t respond verbally and only meekly nodded at his question while spreading your legs further for him. Satoru was quick to undress your lower half and stare at your pussy that was clenching around nothing as if he was calculating how that tight little hole would fit all of him. He held onto your hips as he angled himself with your pussy before pushing in slowly while making eye contact with you and it was that look in his eyes again that got you. As you breathed heavily at his girthy cock stretching your walls out, you couldn’t look away from his eyes.

The feeling of his veins sliding against your walls made small moans leave your mouth and you put your face into his shoulder grabbing at his tie with one of your hands tightly “Thought you said you could take it?” Satoru hummed in amusement at your actions but you huffed in response before lifting your face just a bit so he could hear you loud and clear “Start moving.” You didn’t want to defend yourself by arguing, you just wanted him to start fucking you.

Satoru chuckled a bit “I’m at your command, sweetheart.” He spoke before beginning to thrust in and out of you at a slow and gentle pace. He knew you weren’t adjusted to him yet, you weren’t as secretive as you thought. Satoru would love to say that he could see right through you but he couldn’t. He could only see that pretty pussy of yours and he knew exactly what it wanted and what it needed.

You removed your face from his shoulder and kissed him sloppily to block the moans that were going to leave your mouth. You didn’t want to wake up the entire city with your whorish moans especially not the kids. Your hold on his tie was still tight dragging him down to hover above you as you two swapped spit.

“Fuck me like you want to.” You whispered into the messy and needy kiss you shared with Satoru. You felt him smile into the kiss but he didn’t reply; not like he needed to because his rhythm immediately got faster and his mushroom tip hit your cervix harshly. Your eyes squeezed shut at the rough fucking and your toes curled. You felt like you were going to fucking explode already.

Satoru broke the kiss and began to spread pecks all over your jaw, chin, and neck making sure to mark his property with teeth marks by nipping at your flesh like he was ready to devour you on the spot and he wanted to. That’s how much Satoru wanted you all day. He had you now and was getting ready to eat you whole.

The table creaked with the movement of your connected bodies and it echoed throughout the silent house, well as silent as it was with the small yelps that escaped your mouth quicker than your sweaty palm could slap across your swollen lips “Mhm! Fuck…” You moaned behind your hand barely able to keep your eyes open from how fast his body was moving against yours. If the table broke in half right here, you’d probably still ask him to keep going. It was the only thing you could mutter out.

“Feel good beautiful?” Satoru asked lowly into your ear as your walls fluttered around him with your legs wrapping themselves around his waist tightly just wanting to shut your thighs from the overload of pleasure you felt. “Fucking amazing.” Your words came out more of a whine that was more like blabber.

“Good…fuck. So damn tight.” Satoru mewled into your skin as he continued to kiss and bite the sensitive skin of your neck. Satoru could barely move from you tight you were getting around him because of how close you were to cumming all over his dick and his pelvis, you were dangling right over the edge.

One hit to your g-spot and you were sent over that edge. Way over.

You bit into his shoulder harshly as you squirted all over him. Dampening his pelvis and getting a bit on his pants didn’t bother him and neither did your orgasm because he kept fucking going. He went faster actually “Loosen up. Can barely fucking move.” Satoru delivered a harsh slap to your bare thigh that was louder and more intense than he thought it would be. You whined in response and let yourself fall back against the rough material of the table.

Lying there coming down from your high as Satoru continued to fuck into you with no remorse. You were like a doll lying there just for his use except for the occasional whimper of his name “Satoru…feels so fucking good.” The man grinned as sweat bullets ran down his forehead. He was deadset on blowing the biggest load ever into your pussy. “Toji ever put a baby in you?” You shook your head negatively at his question and he immediately perked up as if he had gotten an energy boost. He was fucking glowing at your response. “I’m gonna fuck a baby into you sweetheart.” The albino-haired man said out of breath as his nails continued to dig deeper into your flesh nearly drawing blood as he twitched inside of you.

Satoru bit into your neck as you did with his shoulder moaning loudly as he blew his thick ropes of white into you. Painting your walls all white and making your body shake rapidly at the feeling of being filled with such a warm liquid. Your eyes fluttered open and you hazily peered up at the sweaty male who was pulling out of you watching as his cum immediately began to flood out and drip onto the table and kitchen floor.

You sat up with a groan wincing slightly, still breathing deeply “We shouldn’t eat on this table.” You said filling the silence and his piercing blue gaze flickered up to meet yours as he nodded.

“Definitely not.”

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BOILING POINT p3

7 Feb 2024

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x fem!reader

Word Count: 3.8K (dayum)

Warnings: Swearing, sexual themes, crude language, description of blood and violence, angst

Setting: Prison (between s3 and 4)

Summary: It’s the next day at the prison, and you’re feeling good. However, something is said which is way over the boundary of acceptable. Is this truly it?

Author Note: Final part! And obviously who wants to read a fic of two people fighting for like 72 years? I know most readers probably wouldn’t act this way. But too bad >:) I’m thinking this might be a bit out of character for Daryl…but it amuses me so why not? I hope the carrot joke makes sense. I also hope the 'pay off' isn't rushed. (This gif is funny) -Sol

Part 1 / Part 2

Surprisingly, the next morning you were much more chipper. The sun was shining brightly through your cell curtain, and you could hear the chatter and laughter of people in the prison. Today’s gonna be a good day you smiled to yourself.

You tried to forget yesterday. You guessed crying it all out and venting to Rick must’ve allowed your brain to finally come to the beginnings of peace, and to let go of this whole thing with Daryl. He didn’t want a relationship with you anymore. And, who cares if he wanted one anyway? It’s hurting you too much. It’s hurting you both.

You were done.

So, no matter what happened, today was going to be good. You could feel it.

Normally you hated doing stuff in the garden, but today it was quite therapeutic. Bound to have some mighty tan lines with the sun beating down on your singlet-bearing skin, you fixed up your gloves. Wiping a bead of sweat from your hairline, you adjusted your sunglasses and pushed yourself up from your crouched position. Sighing contentedly, you observed the hustle and bustle of the mid-morning prison activity.

There were plenty of people in the courtyard sitting together in groups talking and laughing, sharing in the day’s glow. You could see Carol and some other women conversing and preparing some stuff in the outdoor kitchenette. Across the other side of the grounds, Glenn was teaching a group of people some combat skills. Turning around, you looked up to the watchtowers and saw Maggie and Sasha. You reciprocated Sasha’s wave and Maggie’s smirk and turned around when you felt a presence behind you.

“Hey Beth!” you greeted with a pat on her shoulder.

“Hey Y/N. Bringin’ round some water to everyone.”

“Thanks,” you said, eagerly grabbing a glass and chugging it within a couple of seconds. Handing it back to Beth with a grin, you added, “What? It’s hot out.”

Giggling, she agreed and placed the tray on the ground. “I can already see the burn on your shoulders…don’t be turnin’ into a lobster now!”

Nudging her with your elbow, you feigned offence. “I tan beautifully, thank you very much.”

Your banter was interrupted by a group of people from Woodbury. A few hey’s and friendly exchanges were made, mainly between Beth and them. They were a bunch of younger teens, some of which you recognised. The one with glasses was Patrick, who you liked because he was fond of Carl. And another was Zach. He was the one giving Beth rather flirtatious glances. Cute.

You waited until they left before speaking. “You get along pretty well with that Zach guy…”

“Hmm?”

You smiled. “Zach. The guy who was giving you flirty eyes.”

“What?! No he wasn’t…” Beth looked down shyly.

“Uh, yeah he was. The dude was flirting with you big time. For the record, I think it’s cute.”

“Do you think so?” Beth asked. Oh, to be a teenager with a crush again.

“YES. FYI, we’re living in the apocalypse. So if I were you, I’d go for it. Time is truly of the essence these days…” you mused.

“I’ll make you a deal…if I make a move, you have to too.”

A huff of air escaped your nostrils. “With whom exactly?” You humoured. You realised what she was hinting at until it was too late.

“Daryl of course. And for your information,” Beth paused, a cheeky expression taking over her face. “I saw the two of you that one time…behind the stables…”

“Uhhh…”

“My window was open…” she said sheepishly. You didn’t say anything. “He likes you, I can tell — ”

“That was a mistake. What…happened…meant nothing.” You tried to divert.

“As you said, time is of the essence. You should talk to him.” You could see her deliberating something in her mind. The next second, she brought you in for a tight hug which caught you off guard. “I…heard yesterday…it ain't very nice what he said. I’m sorry…”

Slowly returning the embrace, you took a long breath. “Well, I’m over it.”

Looking up at you, she sighed and gave you the best puppy dog eyes she could muster. “Well," she began, in an attempt to lift the mood, "As long as you know that I love you Y/N, and I’ll never let you go!” She squeezed tighter around your waist.

“Get out of here!” You laughed, trying to push her off and away from you. “Go hand out some more drinks!” Beth released a hearty laugh as she picked up the tray and headed to the other workers.

You looked down at your half-full bucket of harvested veggies. You sighed deeply. You just couldn’t escape him.

Fuck.

It was much closer to lunchtime when you approached the main courtyard. It was as if the people could sense that it was going to be served soon. However, as you approached, the delicious smell emanating from the kitchen space would’ve had you all antsy too if you’d been around.

“Howdy ladies,” You drawled. “Stew smells ab-so-lutely divine. Delicious. Delectable.” Placing your yield in front of an amused Carol, you pinched a carrot and munched on it slightly obnoxiously. Receiving a look of feigned disgust from her, you were satisfied.

“You like the letter D I see” she quipped. You hadn’t noticed someone standing by your side when you pointed your carrot to her and tried to keep a straight face.

“I certainly do like the D. But the kind exactly like this carrot. Thick…real girthy…”

A beat of silence before Carol burst out laughing. Your laughter was getting difficult to hold. You could feel the air being held captive in your lungs as you attempted to hold your breath. Eyes still sparkling, she looked a little to your right, pointing with the utensil in her hand.

“Like his D, I’m sure…”

You turned to see none other than Daryl, who seemed to be waiting with a pained expression. Based on his odd-looking grimace, you awkwardly assumed he’d heard everything.

Carol…you bastard.

You looked back to Carol, whose mischievous smirk turned slightly perplexed at his demeanour. Unbeknownst to you, Carol was thinking about her and Daryl’s conversation yesterday, and how she’d seemingly gotten through to him. She thought that you two had talked and ‘made up’. Guess not…

“Real classy, ain’t ya?” he spoke under his breath.

You got it wrong. Today was not going to be a good day.

As Daryl nearly threw a cut of raw meat down on the bench for its use in the stew, you attempted to keep it nonchalant.

“Lighten up Daryl,” you smirked, pausing for a couple of seconds. He looked up at you. You couldn’t help but stir the pot. Just a little. If not for yourself, but for the reaction of your friend next to you, you told yourself. “It’s not like I’m missing out on anything,” you said sarcastically, giving Daryl’s body a once over. You were about to ignore him and continue with Carol until you heard his voice, more of a growl than an actual utterance.

“Don’t seem like ya missin’ out on any dick lately.”

You could sense a silence overtake the people in the kitchenette. You don’t think you’ve ever heard Daryl be that vulgar before. But, you were incensed at his insinuation. Did you hear what you thought you did?

“......What?”

Daryl went to stalk off, but you moved forward, gripped his forearm, and turned him back around harshly.

“WHAT?”

“Ya heard me.” He spat. You were completely baffled. You had no idea what he was talking about. You did what you could to try and remain calm.

“What. Are you fucking on about?” you said slowly. You attempted to clench your fists at your sides to subdue the growing feeling. Your heart rate was beginning to rise. This was not good. And you still hadn’t even finished your carrot.

Staring you up and down, he seemed to consider you. But just as the softness in his eyes was there, it quickly vanished, and in its place was something sad and bitter.

Daryl aggressively chewed his bottom lip. “How bout’ ya just go find some desperate dick to warm ya bed.”

“Daryl!” Carol chastised. You glanced at her, at a complete loss for words.

You were barely aware of the growing crowd of people who were wondering what the commotion was about. However, that was your last straw. You’d had it with him and his emotional back and forth. Daryl’s face was looking punchable as fuck.

Holding back tears, it was like something possessed you. “You FUCK —”

"Y/N!" Carol yelled. Before she could stop you, you landed a beautiful left hook to Daryl’s nose. Immediately a rivulet of red poured from his nostrils. Daryl was stunned, to say the least.

“Uugghh!” Holding his face, he removed his hands to look at them. Daryl immediately moved forward to push you. “What tha' hell Y/N?!”

Luckily for you, your adrenaline had given you ultra instincts. You didn’t even register the pain in your hand as you deflected his own. Out of pure anger, you managed to shove both of you to the ground.

Half straddling him, you managed to lay a few good punches into his face, before Daryl realised his strength. Kneeing you in the guts, momentarily winding you, he flipped you over, and mid-flip his right hook made contact with your left eye. You could feel your eyebrow split open and felt something warm gush down your face.

You could vaguely hear children screaming and yelling in the distance. You thought you could see a crowd of people running towards you, but you were too blinded by your hurt (and blood). The both of you got another few good hits in until it became what could only be described as a cartoonish scuffle on the ground. It would’ve been comical if not for the blood and damage you’d inflicted upon the other.

“Fuck you, Daryl!!” You screamed. “Ooof!” Daryl had managed to pin you to the ground, holding both of your arms in place. Wiggling and squirming, you used all of your might to attempt to get out of his grip.

Daryl, just as fuelled, looked down at you from above. Time seemed to stop. You looked pained. There was blood pooling over and into your whole left eye. He was sure he looked just as bad, if not, worse. But what made him pause was seeing tears escape and roll down the sides of your face as you cursed and screamed and writhed like a maniac. He barely registered the “fucking get off me!” you hurled at him.

Just as he was about to loosen his grip, two sets of hands pulled him roughly away, two other people doing the same to you.

“That’s ENOUGH!” Rick bellowed. Sasha and Maggie rushed to wave off the circle that had surrounded you.

“The hell’s wrong with you?” Carol scolded, shocked. She tried to tend to you, but you pushed her away.

Trying to wipe your face of the blood there, you pointed your finger at him. “You’re such a prick!”

Daryl stayed silent with his signature steely expression, breathing heavily.

“I’m done with your shit! Whatever is fucking bothering you, you better talk, or…or you’re fucking dead to me…” He watched as a lone tear made its way down your cheek. It moved, tracing the underside of your jaw, before trickling off into the depths below.

One second. Two seconds. Ten seconds passed.

You sucked in a sharp breath. He thought he saw disappointment in your expression. Rick, Carol, and Glenn were glancing at each other exasperatedly. They dared not move in case you both started up again.

“Say something for god's sake.”

Daryl’s expression softened, however, his gaze was as piercing as ever. He wiped his nose and winced in pain as his fingers came back bloodied. He didn’t know where to start.

You scoffed. You began to walk back towards the prison.

“I remember tha’ night on tha' farm.” Daryl suddenly declared. Rick glanced over at Daryl with an understanding gaze, and subtly motioned with his head to Carol and Glenn to leave the two of you alone. You however stopped dead in your tracks, your back to him. “I think bout’ it all tha' time.”

You slowly turned to look at him. He was met with your inquisitive, yet fiery gaze.

“What’s your fucking problem then?”

Daryl saw so many pictures flash through his mind. He saw his childhood home burning to ashes, his mother inside. He saw his dad and that leather belt buckle shining in the light of the window. He was reminded of Merle, who left him all alone to bear it all on his own back, literally and figuratively. Suddenly, Merle morphed into his older form, and his insults echoed in his mind. Daryl replayed Merle dying and leaving him for good. He replayed you leaving him.

Daryl’s shoulders sagged a bit. The more he thought about the bad things in his life, the more he was reminded of the good in it. Daryl discovered that in his redemption, Merle had truly loved him. Right now at the prison, he had a found family who cared for him, and would probably die for him. He had you. He was so lucky to have you. He never dared entertain the thought, but you’d probably die for him too. He’s the one who pushed it all away. Daryl didn’t want you to hurt him, and leave him like everyone else did.

So, to answer your question: he was the problem.

After a couple of seconds of contemplation, Daryl spoke quietly, but resolutely.

“Me. Ma’ problem is me.”

“What does that even mean, Daryl? Because I’ve been trying to fix things this whole time, and you keep pushing me away!”

Daryl raised his voice. “We ain't’ ever gon’ be good anyway!”

You observed him for a long moment. You’d had deep conversations with him before. You knew of his past and he knew of yours. You knew he had it rough before the end of the world. But Daryl was a fighter. He kept on, even in hard times. Deep down, he was a shy, compassionate, and in your opinion, mistakenly self-conscious man, the latter of which you attributed to his upbringing. Knowing that you’d gotten so close, just for him to reject everything the two of you went through together made you even more frustrated.

“So you think everything we’ve been through was for nothing then? The way that we were means nothing to you?” With slightly less fire, you added, “The things we’ve done and what you’ve said to me…you never meant any of it?”

You could see Daryl struggling to bare himself completely. But when he looked up and into your pleading eyes, you saw the last of his defences crumble away. His next words were almost whispered in the wind.

“I meant it. And I still mean it.”

“Then why have you been so unfair?”

“‘Cause ya just gon’ end up leavin’ me!” He admitted. Daryl abruptly moved so he was in front of you. In your periphery, you saw him raise his hand, but he moved it back down to his side again, seemingly thinking against whatever he was going to do.

It was all so real now. Daryl pushed through his combativeness. This time, he did reach a hand up to your face, and ever so tenderly wiped the blood out of your eye from under your brow. You held back a flinch. Daryl caught it. However, he spoke his words so gently you would have never guessed that the two of you were involved in something so violent mere minutes before.

Looking at the damage he’d caused, he felt an overwhelming sense of guilt and shame. It only spurred on his thoughts of the previous night. “I won’ ever deserve ya’ anyways with how I’ve treated ya’. You’ll be better off with Rick or some other guy —”

You shook your head in disagreement.

“How could you have ever thought that I wanted to be around someone else? Has it not been clear this whole time how much I...like you?”

Daryl began biting his lip anxiously. It was clear to him, but deep down he refused to believe the extent to which you did.

“I appreciate you so much, Daryl! That’s why this whole thing’s been killing me! To have someone hurt me so much when things were so good…” He felt your head slowly shake against his hand. You inhaled deeply. “I’ve never hit anyone like that before. You just...you made me so fucking angry!” You abruptly grabbed his wrist and shoved his hand away from your face, taking a step back. He saw a hurt flash in your eyes again. “How dare you just insinuate that I’m what? A slut? That I’m sleeping around?” You were pacing now. “What business is it of yours anyway?” You sassed. “You’ve been so dismissive and rude that you shouldn’t even —”

“Goddamnit woman!” Daryl exclaimed. Surprisingly, he managed to stop you in your tracks, your mouth shutting with a clink of your teeth. “I’m scared alrigh’! I’m scared that I’m gon’ mess you up! That I’ll never be good enough fer ya’...I’m…I’m scared that somehow, somethin’s gon’ happen to ya’, or somehow, ya’ gon’ be taken from ma’ life like everyone else...”

For once, you were the one with nothing to say.

All Daryl wanted to do at that moment was give in to his desire for closeness. His desire for your touch once again. But he was still in the grips of insecurity. “And cause’ I’ve been such an asshole, ya’ve moved on and I don’ blame ya’. A-And seeing ya’ with other people…I ain't ever gonna be worth your time…”

“Are you seriously telling me that you’re not good enough for me? Daryl, if anything…never in my wildest dreams could I have conjured up a man as good as you in my own life.”

Etched into his face was still disbelief in your words. How many times did you need to tell him?

“No matter how much you infuriate me and piss me off,” you started, “No matter how things are between us, I’m never going to leave you. Ever.”

Daryl’s breath caught in his throat as he listened. He struggled to process the weight of your words.

“Nah, nah...I don’ think ya’ —”

“I'm fuckin' in love with you Daryl!” You yelled. “Is that blatant enough? Do you get it now?”

All he could do was look at you. Even all bruised and bloodied, even with your dishevelled hair and stressed demeanour, you were the most beautiful thing to him at that moment. Your eyes began to well up with tears. Your voice broke when you spoke next.

“So just please tell me if you want this to end, because I can’t do this back and forth anymore —”

Daryl purposefully strode over to you, and cut you off by grabbing your face, giving your lips a very chaste kiss. It took a couple of seconds for you to realise what was happening. When you did, your body moved into his, and you placed your hands on his sides, slowly snaking them around his back.

This kiss became more intense. More desperate. So much more emotion and feeling was expressed in this melding of your mouths. You both had been away from each other for so long, that once you touched again, it was like you became addicted.

“Mmmm…” you moaned against his lips.

Before it could get too hot and heavy, Daryl breathlessly pulled away. Still cupping your face, he looked directly into your eyes.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry that I didn’t sort ma’ shit out. That I caused ya’ so much pain.”

“I’m sorry too…”

“Nah…it’s ma’ fault. And ya’ still stuck around. This whole time...ya stuck around...”

You both caught your breath, staring into each other’s eyes. You missed looking into those circles of blue. You missed this feeling.

“I love ya’ Y/N. I always will.”

You ducked your head and placed a delicate kiss on his lips. He chased yours until both of your mouths were granting the other entry. This time, the kiss wasn’t as rough, but it was just as intense, if not even more passionate. All you could hear were the wet sounds of your tongues tasting each other. Your hand moved from his back to his shoulders, feeling the rippling muscle there.

One of Daryl’s hands moved from your cheek to the back of your neck, deepening the kiss still. His other made its way across your shoulder to your waist, which he gave a loving squeeze. It was like now that you’d come together again, you just couldn’t stop.

Your little bubble of heated desire was interrupted by the sounds of…squealing?

Roughly breaking apart from each other, you looked to Daryl who seemingly thought the same thing you did. Still gripping onto each other's bodies, you both turned your heads towards the commotion and immediately flushed with embarrassment.

Your main family stood not too far away, hollering like idiots. There were a bunch of kids screaming, but excitedly. You were certain that you’d scared them with your brawl earlier. Now they seemed joyous. Most of the people from Woodbury just stood around and stared in shock.

You looked down shyly and softly pushed Daryl’s body away from yours. “Asshole…” He was back to chewing his thumbnail. Some of the two things you both had in common was your stubbornness and your hate of being the centre of attention. Especially like this.

“Finally…ain’t that a sight for sore eyes…” Rick mused.

Carol was still a bit dazed at her two best friends beating each other up. “Leave it to them to sort it out with their fists…”

“They did more than sort it out! ” Beth laughed.

Daryl removed his thumb from his mouth. “You might wanna get ya’ eye checked out...” he grunted, nodding to the bruising around it.

“You might want to get your nose set back into place.” You retorted.

For the first time in a long time, you heard one of your favourite sounds. A deep rumble escaped from Daryl’s chest. His laughter was the most beautiful music to your ears.

You beamed at him, unable to hide your admiration.

Today may have been shitty. You may have been bruised, battered and sore. Daryl equally so. But this moment right now wasn’t just good.

It was brilliant.

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The Odyssey | Prologue | Bradley Bradshaw (18+)

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Bradley wakes up in a foul mood, your ego takes a hit. A deal is struck to ensure that you’ll be able to graduate.

warnings: enemies to lovers, power imbalance (professor / student relationship), age gap (22 / 33), will be smut, virgin reader, swearing, infidelity. warnings to be added on a chapter by chapter basis. 18+ minors dni, wc: 3.1k

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Nine weeks into Spring semester, six to go. Six more weeks of having scalding coffee, missing tastebuds and a fucking freshman girl ranting into his ear all before the clock even hits 8am. Bradley’s sunglasses sit perfectly across the bridge of his nose, gold-framed Ray-Ban caravans that hide how late he was up last night. This means that sweet, little freshman Bettie O’Riley can’t see the look that he’s giving her as she jogs along to keep up with him.

Hallowed halls, filled with young adults that either reek of cheap beer or Daddy’s money, all signs would suggest that Bradley isn’t supposed to be here. Only thirty-three, sitting at that awkward age that makes him neither a frat boy nor a balding tenured ex-businessman turned lecturer. And yet, his brown leather shoes hit these aged floors every morning on the way to his first class of the day.

Beige, almost cream-coloured, wide pleated dress pants and an untucked blue shirt, rolled up at his forearms and missing the top button. His messenger bag draped from his shoulder, his tie balled into the hand holding the to-go double shot espresso.

Six more weeks until he’s in Italy for two months, teaching during the mornings, free as a bird in the evenings. Sun on his face, limoncello on his tongue; good books, women who don’t just giggle and twirl a strand of their hair at him. History. All funded by the Cornell school of Arts and Sciences. He damn near sighs at how badly he wants to be there now.

“Bettie, I already told you,” He sighs, adjusting the gold-framed sunglasses and shooting a look down at her and her wispish black, curled bob. “I can’t curve your grade, it was a C minus.”

She speeds up and steps in front of him, walking backwards now. “Please, Professor Bradshaw. I’ll do anything.”

Professor Bradshaw rarely draws a reaction from him these days. Only his bosses and parents call him that. He makes a point of scrawling it across the chalkboard at the beginning of each semester, but he’s usually still reminding kids a couple of weeks in to just call him Bradley.

Still, both he and Bettie O’Reilly know that it isn’t her method of address that makes him scoff at her. He stops walking and pushes his sunglasses up into the feathery brown curls that adorn his face, staring down at her like she’s even younger than she is. She swallows, regret flooding her. The other professors usually lean into the kind of virginal, good-girl, bad student thing that she’s got going on.

“Bettie,” Bradley speaks slowly for her, pink lips against tanned skin. Warm eyes against a cold stare. The hallways are full around them, standing stationary in the steady stream of students. “Don’t come onto me like that again. Study.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Alright, come to my office tomorrow morning, I’ll give you an extra credit assignment,” It’s more lenient than he should be with a girl who just propositioned him before he has even finished his morning coffee, but Bradley knows not to blame little Bettie. With those thick, rounded glasses and dark freckles, he knows that she gets a lot of attention from her other professors. The culture they’ve created in this school isn’t her fault. Neither is the fact that Bradley’s class is notoriously hard to pass. “We’ll talk through what an A grade paper should be looking like. Do me a favour and don’t talk to me until then.”

He steps around her and continues; she’s swallowed instantly by the sea of bustling students. In the run up to the end of the semester, people start showing up to class again as it hits them that their professors might actually fail them. There aren’t too many F’s floating around in a school like Cornell. Its stats are exceptionally high, especially these past few years. It would seem that, in a school like Cornell, a passing grade quite simply has a price tag on it.

Three minutes before his morning class is due to start, and having woken up on the wrong side of his bed, Bradley drops his sunglasses back down over his eyes as he strolls into the lecture hall. It’s surprisingly full for a Monday morning. The gossiping never stops when he walks in — he’s not that kind of teacher. He allows the whispering to continue while he sets up his supplies.

There are six people in this room that Bradley has not seen since the first week of class. Every single one of them has a parent that is a benefactor to the university. Front and centre, surrounded by a group of excitedly whispering, well-dressed young women, there’s you. He knows you vaguely, knows that you’re coasting on high B’s. He hasn’t seen you since January, you won’t be passing this class.

“God, look at that rock!” The blonde to your side fawns, grabbing at your hand and lifting it up towards the light to get a better look. Setting his sunglasses down on the desk, Bradley looks too. There’s a silver band with a big diamond on it around your ring finger. You’re beaming. Dressed in a white turtleneck and fitted blue jeans, Bradley’s got his assumptions about the family you come from, and the family you’ll be marrying in to.

You’ve been taking his classes for the full three years that he has been teaching here. He knows your boyfriend. Malcolm something something the third. Maybe fourth. His Daddy paid for the science wing refurbishment last year. Bradley remembers the night that your Prince Charming ditched you out in the snow, drunk out of your mind. You probably don’t remember that night.

“Good morning.” His booming voice obliterates the pleasant chatter coming from your friend group. You cross one leg over the other and look downwards at the glimmering rock on your finger.

Six more weeks until you’re out of this hellhole. An apartment in Manhattan all lined up and Mac’s place with his father’s firm long confirmed by now, it’s all coming into place. You’ll have a summer wedding at the end of August, and then you’ll truly begin your life.

“Tell me all about it! Did he get down on one knee?” Veronica nudges her white tennis shoe into yours and leans across to you, tapping her pen against the white-lined page of her notebook. Between the two of you, Catherine readies herself to take down notes that you’ll copy later.

A decent string of A to B grades and a diploma, that was the agreement, and then your life is all yours. That was all your father had held you to. You hadn’t ever promised to do something with the degree he had paid for.

Why would you? — Your mother hadn’t. She had studied literature, made friends for life, and met her husband. Then, she began her life. Having her children, shopping in the afternoon, tennis on the weekends. Bliss.

“Of course he did!” You confirm eagerly, leaning over Catherine to continue the conversation.

The first five minutes of a lecture determines everything. If he loses their focus now, then he might as well leave now and take an especially early lunch. He starts off with a quick reminder of their upcoming exam, and a nod towards last week’s discussion of Roman literature.

His attention is quickly diverted to the excited whispering happening six feet from him, right in the front row. Your friends aren’t bad students. You weren’t ever a bad student. It has just become clear that you were in college to find a husband, and now you’ve found one. Bradley’s eyes narrow in on you and your preppy, little friends, giggling at the front of his class.

Exhausted, overworked and underappreciated, Bradley stares at you calmly. You conversation comes to a slow stop as an awkward air of silence fills the lecture hall. He’s just standing at the front, staring right at you, waiting for you to shut up.

“Sorry, Bradley, somebody just had some exciting news.” Catherine smiles shyly at him. He knows her the best out of the three of you. She TA’d for him last year. Great girl, really bright future — to generous when it comes to grading. It’s because of his respect for her that he doesn’t jump to humiliating you right away.

“I can see that, congratulations,” His tone is dry, broad shoulders squared, his face unamused as he looks to you. You stare back at him calmly, giving a curt nod — less than polite in your mannerisms. “Now, if those of you that still have a chance of passing this class could please turn your attention back to me, we’ll give the blushing bride her moment afterwards.”

He opens the little brown, leather bound book in his hands and clears his throat, assuming that your rude interruptions are done for the day. Somehow, the awkward silence that sits heavy in the room grows to an even deeper low after you retort.

“Excuse me?”

“You’re excused.” Bradley deadpans, bored. You squint at him, six feet between the two of you and a lifetime of differences. Unimpressed by his joke, you roll your eyes right away.

Sitting there, you cross one leg over the other and sit forwards, frowning at him. He doesn’t fit in around here and you do, perhaps that’s where his problem with you stems from. Perhaps it’s the lack of ring on his own finger. “Why would you assume that I wouldn’t pass your class?”

As much as he knows of you, you know of him too — he’s supposedly a jackass. “Because you missed half of the semester. That includes two quizzes and a term paper. There’s no way for you to achieve a salvageable grade in this class.”

When you’re around Malcolm, sometimes he says things that are just so entitled that you’re wincing before he’s even done talking. He can’t help it. He means well. With the amount of time you’ve spent at his family home in the past few weeks, it’s no wonder that words you would normally wince at are spilling from your own lips, “I was planning a wedding, what do you expect from me?”

“Attendance.” Bradley snips. He raises his eyebrows slowly, waiting for you to pack up your pretty, coordinated stationary and walk yourself out of his class.

“But—“

“Goodbye, Mrs. Ashworth. Congratulations again.” Bradley speaks harshly, calling you by a name that isn’t even yours yet like it’s an insult. Like he’s better than you, somehow.

Your pencil slams down onto the half desk in front of you, eyes ablaze. Perhaps the first time you’ve ever been told no. “If you fail me, there will be consequences.”

The silence that fills the classroom this time isn’t awkward. It’s just anticipation, baited breaths, waiting for Bradley to lose his temper. He walks a few paces closer, close enough to smell the cherry scented perfume on each of your pulse points.

His eyes darken as he dips his head just slightly, meeting your gaze. “You’ve got me shaking in my boots, honey. Now, stop wasting my time and get the fuck out of my class.”

There are certain lines that a professor does not cross when working at an Ivy League. Swearing at the daughter of someone with more lawyers than Bradley has living family members, was not his brightest idea. Still, your father is an amicable man — he keeps on saying that — and he wants to work this out. Bradley gets to keep his job, you get to graduate. Everybody wins.

“Classics majors work closely with individual professors in their areas of expertise, often in small classes, and have many opportunities for independent research and travel,” Doctor Kazansky’s voice is calm, teetering on the edge of cold. It’s growing increasingly difficult these days to put up with snotty parents and their snottier children. “I’m sure you understand why attendance would play such a strong part in succeeding in such a major.”

Bradley braces himself against the radiator, glancing down at the watch on his wrist. Real Italian leather that a girl’s grandfather had made for him a few years back. He’s missing happy hour for this circus.

“Of course I understand, Doctor Kazansky,” Your father might as well be a parrot for how well he has learned to mimic tone. You cross your legs at his side and sit up a little straighter. The way you tense up at his voice is so routine, it’s almost Pavlovian. Bradley watches wordlessly. “Just like I’m sure that you understand that in this university’s hundred year history, it has never failed a member of my family and my daughter will not be the one to tarnish our impeccable reputation here.”

You glance up quickly, catching the look on Bradley’s face. He squints disapprovingly at your Charles Dickens villain of a father.

“What can she do to bring her grade up?”

Now that, admittedly, does come as a surprise. This isn’t the first meeting that Bradley has been called into where someone’s parent demands a better grade. It is the first where he hasn’t seen them resort to bribery before they finally blame their kid.

“She missed over half the semester,” Bradley answers perhaps too quickly, still hot from the way you had spoken to him earlier. He gives a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders and looks at your father rather than you. “Two quizzes and a term paper. Even if I gave her extra credit, she couldn’t pull her average above a D.”

Your father’s face doesn’t react at all to this information. Instead, he turns his attention back to the Dean and rests his hands on the armrests of the chair, slowly raising his eyebrows.

“What about the Italy trip?” Doctor Kazansky looks to Bradley, sitting back in his chair. Bradley stares blankly back at him. “There were two empty spaces from what I remember. Is that correct?”

“For research assistants,” Bradley’s tongue drips venom, his brown eyes dark and his arms folded across his chest. You narrow your eyes at him, knowing that an insult is coming next. “She can’t research what she doesn’t even understand.”

“But, if she were to complete extra credit for the rest of the semester and then accompany you for your research, she would have enough credits to pass your class and then graduate.” Doctor Kazansky explains, more for your father’s benefit than Bradley’s. Bradley already knows this.

He grits his teeth, eyes darting across to you. His only solace is that you look just as dismayed about the proposal as he does.

“I’d graduate late.” You point out.

“Better than not at all,” Your father intercepts, pushing his chair back and standing. He carries himself like a man much taller than he really is. “Thank you, Doctor Kazansky. We’ll be in touch about this research opportunity.”

“You can’t just choose to do it, there’s an application process.” Bradley’s tone is far from professional, it’s downright snarky by this point. He doesn’t care. He can’t imagine anything worse than lugging a brat like you around Italy with him for two months, just for you to fail anyway.

You stand to follow your father, ditsy white loafers on the dark oak of Doctor Kazansky’s office floor. Bradley remains where he is, leaning back against that wall with his arms crossed.

Your father smiles across at Bradley and then shoots a look back towards the Dean. It’s smug, knowing. That process doesn’t apply to him. “We’ll be in touch.”

There’s a final look shared between you and the oaf that just cost you your summer in Manhattan — the first time that the two of you have agreed on anything, a silent exchange. Neither one of you wants you to join him on that trip.

He watches you leave, following blindly after your father like a child, then whips his head around to his boss.

“It’ll be good for her, maybe you can actually teach her something.”

“My expertise unfortunately lacks when it comes to setting the table by seven sharp and getting the kids to bed before her husband makes it home.” Bradley scoffs, pushing himself away from the wall and shaking his head as he straightens up.

“Is there something offensive to you about a woman being a homemaker, Professor Bradshaw?” Thomas Kazansky has two daughters. One, is a wife with two beautiful children of her own. The other, is a doctor. Bradley’s been over to their house a few times and he knows that Tom makes a point of it to be equally proud of them both.

“Oh, give me a break,” Bradley rolls his eyes at the notion, despite the subtle truth it holds. He shakes his head. “She deserves to fail and you know it.”

“Well, we’ll see how she does at the end of summer. I’ll be the first to admit my defeat, if she fails.” Tom gives a small smile and a shrug of his shoulders, always too calm for his own hood these days. Apparently he has mellowed with time, Bradley hears that he used to have quite an attitude in his early career.

Pressing his tongue to the inside of his cheek, the younger professor tries to stare his boss down. Tom knows how much these trips mean to Bradley, he takes his work so seriously. Still, Tom just stares back at him, calm.

Squinting, it takes a few moments for Bradley to give up. He turns and growls in frustration, letting the door to Doctor Kazansky’s office slam behind him. His shoes echo through the halls as he storms out of the building and across the quad. Not even Bettie O’Reilly would dare to interrupt his when his face looks as stormy as it does now.

He shrugs his bag off of his shoulder and throws it into the back of the bronco, then shoves his hands into his pockets in search of his keys.

“Do you even understand how hard I have worked for you to have the opportunities that you have had?”

Bradley glances up. He isn’t surprised to find that you’re the one being yelled at. He almost snorts — good, it’s about time someone reigned in that attitude of yours.

You stand, tearful, at the side of your father’s expensive Porsche, your head bowed in shame. Bradley unlocks his truck and pulls himself into the driver’s seat. He figures you probably cry a lot when someone’s telling you no.

“I mean it! — If you ruin this opportunity, don’t even think about coming back. Hopefully Malcolm’s family like you, because they’ll be all that you’ve got, I swear.”

Bradley turns his head slowly. Swallowing to keep from sobbing in the parking lot, shame burns through you as you meet his gaze. Your father towers over you, demanding to know if you’re even listening to him.

Bradley turns the engine on, his brown eyes looking decidedly less scary when he isn’t glaring at you. There’s something else. Maybe it’s pity — you aren’t used to that. He turns his head away and reverses out of the spot.

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heartpiratedrabbles · 1 year ago

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Who He Is

Prompt: You walk in on Doflamingo with another woman, and when you try to leave you realize you didn't really know him.

Requested by Anonymous

~ Part 2

Doflamingo X Fem Reader

Warning: Noncon

You were pacing the floor, angry. You couldn’t believe what you just witnessed. You walked into the bedroom you shared with Doflamingo to see him already there with another women. His stupid face just stared at you as if you had ruined the moment while the women hid her face. You slammed the door shut and stormed off to the living room where a couple other of his family was.

“What got your panties in a twist,” Bellamy bellowed, amused at your anger. You shot him a glare, though it did nothing to stop his snickering. You went over to an empty seat, flopping into it while crossing your arms.

“Who does he think he is?!” You yelled, “Bringing someone else to our bed like its nothing.” Bellamy continued his laughter much to your annoyance but everyone else remained quiet. You noticed a few glances being shared but no words said, “What is it?” You snap at all of them.

It’s Baby 5 who finally breaks the silence, “Maybe he’s bored?” You suck in your breath, “-not useful to him anymore.” You didn’t catch the first half of her sentence but she didn’t seem all to surprised at how this was all playing out.

You look around and everyone else refused to meet your eyes, everyone except the flamboyant boy who refused to quiet down. “Well then I’ll just leave. If he doesn’t like me anymore it doesn’t matter.” You say defiantly, you’d never expect this relationship to last long anyway, you just never expected it to end like this.

“He won’t like that,” Bellamy laughed while watching you storm out of the room.

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You’d barely made it downtown when you noticed someone following you. You weren’t in the mood to deal with creeps at the moment. You rounded the corner onto a busier street, to try and shake the person off. The sun was starting to set so it’d be better to be somewhere before it gets dark.

Before you could make it to any building you felt a stingy tug on your wrists. There was no one around you but you knew who was pulling you towards the alley. Despite your tugs for freedom, there was nothing that you could do. The familiar laugh making your blood boil as you got closer, “Darling where do you think you’re going?”

“What do you want Doffy? What happened to your new plaything?” You spit out as your arms are raised into the air, feet dangling until you’re eye level with Doflamingo.

“Oh doll, I may get another toy, but your still mine.” His voice drips with something else you haven’t heard before and your heart sinks slightly. The anger boiling more than the slight fear that’s rising up. He grabs your wrists himself, pushing you against a wall, caressing your face with his other hand. “Now then, should I punish you here? Or back home?”

You feel your heart sink when his hand starts to venture down, fingers looping around the collar of your shirt, pulling enough to start a tear. Your eyes flash up at him, his face unrecognizable from who you thought you knew, before twisting your head around to look around the alley way. You feel the tug on your shirt and hear it rip more before you swallow the lump in your throat, “H-home.”

Doflamingo lets out a small chuckle before leaning down, licking your neck up to your ear, “And why should I do that darling? Just so you can run away again? How will you learn?” The dangerous tone danced in your head as you wracked your brain for any way to get out of this situation. Tears brimming your eyes as one final tug left you exposed.

“I-I’m sorry.” You whisper, looking up into his sunglasses, “I do-n’t know what I was t-thinking.” The whimpers of a false apology leaving you as you feel his hand trail down your stomach, fingers brushing against your waist band.

His face close as he still stares down at you, expectingly as you start to shake slightly. His amused chuckles waiting for more while he slips his hand underneath the fabric of your shorts.

The sound of people walking down the streets just a hundred feet away made you start to sweat as you feel him inching closer to your core. “D-Doffy, baby. Please I’m sorry,” You whimper out before leaning up into him, kissing him gently in hopes that he would change his mind, looking up with puppy eyes before continuing, “Let’s go home. Please baby?” Another kiss, that this time he accepts, deepening it as he puts his hand on your hip, pushing himself against you and loosening the grip on your wrists. “I played this joke too far, I’m sorry” You murmur under your breath, wrapping you arms around his neck when they were finally released from his grasp.

“Well if you’re truly sorry Darling,” His dark voice still there as he smiled down at you mockingly, “I guess I can go easy this time as it was your first transgression.” He sets you down entirely, letting you stand on your own two feet. His hand goes to your shoulder, the grip a warning tight grasp as you stare back up at him, “You’d better get back home before dark then.”

You look at him quizzically as he steps back, your hands slowly going to the edges of your ripped shirt, crossing them over in an attempt to cover yourself, “I’ll even forget about the punishment if you get home before the sun sets.” His mocking tone as he starts walking away from you, “Oh and darling? Don’t try to run.” You felt a shiver run down your spine, processing his words. The shreds of a shirt barely covering you as you looked at the horizon, realizing you had at most a couple of minutes of light left before the city would be plunged into darkness. It had taken you at least half an hour to get here. The cool sweat forming as you started to make your way back, it’d be best not to anger him more, you didn’t want to test the waters of his anger.

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two-white-butterflies · 2 years ago

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therese | d. targaryen

Description: You are famous for acting in films that gain critical acclaim, but much of your life remains secret. In where, your private life becomes public. Pairing: millionaire!daemon targaryen/lowkey-actress!reader Tags: established relationship.

Daemon wasn't the kind of person who'd stay secret about something he was proud about. He wanted to scream your name into the crowds - without any fear of their judgement. He was proud, and you were the opposite of that.

"Which one do you want, baby?" he asked while pointing at the two bags held by the sales associate. One was black, and the other one was white. They were the same brand - the same hardware and everything, but in your eyes they were different from each other.

"You don't have to do this babe," you lean your head on his shoulder. He presses a kiss on your forehead, smiling proudly as you continued inspecting the items in the shop. "It's not everyday that my girlfriend is nominated for an Oscar," he boasted while placing a pair of sunglasses on the sales associate's hands. "- you've been ranting about this bag for weeks. I'm buying it for you, princess." he asserted.

"I'll take the black one," you smiled, entwining your hands together as you continued strolling down the store.

He was extra when it came to everything. You'd tell him that you wanted a smoothie and he'll bring you all the flavors - you'd tell him that you were nominated for an academy award and he'd rent out the entire mall. It was impressive to see the lengths of what his money could provide, but it was more impressive to see his efforts.

"I'm so proud of you," he whispered, keeping his arms around your waist. "Thank you for doing this, babe." your smile deepened. He spots another store in his periphery - and he wastes no time in leading you inside.

"- and the winner is therese!" the hosts announce your stage name, and the tears began flowing out of your eyes.

You finally made it!

Your manager presses a kiss to your cheek, before helping you gather your gowns and walk to the stage. The hosts give you the award - muttering a few words of congratulations.

You walk up the podium, staring at the faces of your peers. A decade ago, you were the one watching them on the screen - and now you were one of them.

You stare at the camera, with tears still flowing down your eyes. "Daemon, baby we did it!" was the first thing you said, and the crowd erupts into a second round of cheers.

"I want to thank everyone especially the academy, my co-workers, the directors, the writers and the producers. I couldn't have done it without you." you thanked, wiping the tears away from your eyes using a small handkerchief.

"I want to thank all of my fans for supporting me. I'm so sorry, I didn't prepare a speech because I thought Meryl Streep would win. I'm just really glad to be among these women today." you smiled, knowing that he was watching you from the screen.

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Daemon settles down beside you with a pout on his face. "What's wrong?" you ask while editing his face on the body of a Pokemon. "Everyone thinks that you're dating Matt Damon," he huffs while browsing through his Ipad Air.

A loud laugh escapes your mouth.

"#DamonandTherese, #ThereseDamon," he continued reading the trending hashtags on Twitter. "- you should've said my full name." he pouted, and you pressed a soft kiss on his cheek. "Daemon Targaryen, I love you." you hum, placing your phone on the table and wrapping both of your arms around him.

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m-jelly · 1 year ago

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Chapter 2

Thank you @ladycheesington for the perfect banner

Vampire Levi x fem!reader

Victorian era like world, vampires, secrets, romance, falling in love, vampire lore, sexual tension, possessive Levi, protective Levi.

This chapter: Levi steals you away before Lord Demont can turn up to take you on a date. Levi seeps you off your feet and shows you a perfectly romantic time. You share a kiss, reveal your feelings for each other and then Levi tells you the secrets of the city and that he is a vampire. Fully accepting the truth, Levi whisks you away and tells you how important it is for you to stay close because now you know the secret world, things will be dangerous.

Part 3

The dress hugged your form in a flattering manner. Your aim today was not to woo Lord Demont, but simply amuse him enough that he was satisfied and would leave you alone for some time. Your heart was beating for only one man and it longed to be close to him. Lord Levi was a divine being to you. The way he talked, moved, cared and most of all, gazed at you was electrifying. To kiss his lips would be pure bliss.

A biting autumn breeze rushed by you as you stood in the park. Your gloved hands clutched at your cloak to hold it closer to you. A crimson leaf drifted by your gaze causing you to move your attention to the tree shielding you. The mixing colours of the leaves looked as if the tree was on fire. Though the tree was coming to the end of being full of life, it was so beautiful.

Lord Demont watched you closely as you marvelled at nature changing. Entranced by your beauty, he simply stood there unmoving. To woo you was his goal. He had to think about how to approach you so you would fall for him. He wanted to possess you.

“You look lonely.” A smile spread across Levi’s lips when you shivered at his deep voice right against your ear. He pulled back from you and stepped into view. “Are you waiting for someone?”

You hummed as you tried to remember, but Levi was so captivating. “Umm…oh, Lord Demont said he would take me for lunch.”

Levi pulled out his pocket watch and checked the time before quickly glancing over at a hidden Demont spying on you. “It appears he is delayed by a woman?”

Confusion was etched over your face. “What do you mean?”

“Lucius is well known for sleeping around with many women. He is creating a collection. He’s seeing how many he can be with.”

You released a long sigh. “I figured as much.”

Guilt prickled and stung Levi. He was being truthful, but he knew deep down in his core that he only said it so you would not want to go near Lucius again and only want him. Levi wanted you as his. “I see him not showing up as a good thing.”

You gazed at Levi as he looked over his small round black sunglasses at you. “Oh? Are you proposing we go on a date?”

Levi offered his arm to you. “Indeed I am.”

You took his arm as you softly smiled. “Good. I was hoping so.” The scent rolling off Levi was so inviting and intoxicating to you as you walked together. “We seem to always be meeting each other.”

“You’re right.”

You blushed as he gazed down at you. “Almost makes me think it is either fate or this is being arranged by you.”

He purred a little. “It is up to you to decide.”

“I would like to believe in both. That would mean fate and you want it also.”

He placed his hand on yours that clutched his arm. “You are correct.”

Your cheeks burned. “I umm…”

“You don’t need to return my feelings.” He reached the door of the restaurant he owned. “All I need is your attention and company.” A bell rang when he dragged open the door. The mixture of delicious scents of warm food drifted past the both of you. Levi could smell the hint of blood within them. “I do hope you like this place.” He leaned closer and whispered against your ear. “I own it.”

You entered the clean restaurant with varnished food everywhere, along with soft lighting and stained glass windows. “Well, I will make sure to review this place truthfully and brutally.”

Levi ushered you to a private room as he held back a smile, he was rather enjoying your spark. This feistiness was fun. “I expect nothing less.” He pulled your cloak off. “I will make sure you are treated like a Queen.”

You tugged your gloves off and felt a bit flustered at Levi seeing you in such a tight dress. “You’re too kind.”

Levi stopped and stared a moment. The way your dress gripped your upper body was arousing to him. You were such a stunning being to him. The corset was firmly pressed against your breasts. Your bosom moved with each breath you took. “You look…”

You turned your head to hide your embarrassment. “If I had known you were my date, I would have worn something better. Forgive my attire.”

He softly caressed your cheek with deep affection. “You are stunning. However, you now have me curious as to what you would wear for me.”

You moved closer to Levi. “Request another date and you shall find out.”

“I would love to have another date, but first I must ensure this one goes well.” He pulled a chair out for you. “If I fail you might run and do not want that.”

You sat down and gently smiled. “Thank you.”

He took his seat and gazed at you as his heart fluttered in his chest. “What would you like to eat?”

You picked up the paper menu and admired the careful and delicate writing. You lowered the menu and tapped when you wanted. “These. They sound delicious.”

“A pot of tea also?”

“Please.”

Levi rang a bell and waited for an attendant to come in. He softly spoke to them, it was difficult to hear what he was saying and it was intentional. Being a vampire around someone who did not know about them was hard. Every fibre of Levi’s being wanted to tell you the truth, but he was scared you would run. He wanted to gain some of your heart before he told you what he really was.

Levi hummed in thought. “Do you hold affections towards Lord Demont?”

You thought about the white-haired man who wanted to take you on a date. “No.”

“Do you find him…attractive?”

It was hard to hold back a smile, but you did your best. “Would it upset you if I did?”

A delicate blush consumed Levi’s cheeks. “N-No.”

“I desire the truth, Levi.”

He waited for the attendant to place the drinks down and leave. “Very well. Yes. It would greatly upset me if you found him attractive and wanted him.”

You made your tea and sipped it slowly. Normally you weren’t so confident, but seeing an attractive, kind, smart and caring man like Levi on the edge of his seat was exciting. You smiled at Levi. “No. To most he is, but he isn’t the type of man I would fall for.”

Levi downed his tea mixed with blood. “Tch, you did that on purpose.”

You lightly laughed. “Forgive me.”

He took your hand in his before bringing it to his lips and kissing it. “Forgiven. You’re lucky you’re so cute and sweet.”

You stared at Levi’s two slightly sharp teeth. “Your teeth.”

Levi moved his hand over his mouth. “What about them?”

“They’re cute.”

He lowered his hand. “Really?”

You cupped the side of his face and ran your thumb over his bottom lip. “I adore them.”

Temptation got the better of him. Levi playfully nipped your thumb making you squeak in such an adorable way. He released your thumb and smiled at you. “That makes me happy.”

You pulled back when the food was placed down. You noticed Levi’s food was red, which was rather cute and fun. You ate in comfortable silence with smiles on your faces. Levi finished first and made your heart race as he watched you closely. You pulled your gaze away as your body became very aware of him. He moved around you in the room and hummed along to the live music played in the other room.

You moved your plate away before sitting back. “I must say, Levi, your restaurant is incredible. I have never had such a delightful meal before.”

Levi offered his hand to you. “I am glad you enjoyed it.”

You took his hand and stood up before him. “When I heard that you owned many places here, I assumed you would be rather…”

“Egotistical? Understandable seeing as Lucius is.” He pulled you close against him and began dancing with you. “I care not for money and riches. I use most of my money to care for my mother and others.” He twirled you around on the spot. “I would like to spend some on you.” He yanked you close and dipped you. “If you would allow it.”

You gulped hard. “I…well…I am not used to being spoiled.”

Levi held you close as he slowly swayed with you. “Then I shall help you.”

You hummed a laugh. “How sweet.”

“I must ask.” His lips inched closer to yours. “May I take you on another date?”

“Please do. I find you captivating.”

He looked down at your lips. “I find your lips captivating.”

You mewled in delight as you clutched his shirt. “Levi, you set my heart ablaze with your words.”

He tilted his head a little. “I am glad.”

A little gasp escaped you. “Levi.”

“May I kiss you?”

You hummed a little in agreement. “You may.”

There was a slight hesitation, only for a moment as if both were making sure it was okay. When the moment was over your lips connected. A passionate fire burned through the two of you and engulfed you with love and passion. You clung to each other tightly as something inside you both connected and seemed so right. Soft lips moved together as tongues shyly touched. As confidence and love filled your hearts your tongues moved together in a delicate dance. The kiss was like nothing you’d ever experienced before. Though this kiss was not yours or Levi’s first, it was certainly the best and most mesmerising kiss you’d ever experienced. It seemed as if the two of you were meant to be together.

Levi released your lips as his fangs tingled. His forehead tapped against yours as you panted together. A deep and lustful growl escaped Levi’s lips. “Forgive me. I got rather heated.”

You shivered under his touch. “I too became heated.”

“I…I have been lying to you.” He pulled back a little. “I must confess before we continue what is between us.”

You held Levi’s hands. “No matter what you tell me, I will still care for you.”

“I…I’m not what I seem.” His eyes darkened as his fangs grew, his voice deepening. “I am a vampire and the man you met in that alleyway who followed you to save you in the park was me. I was feeding on my blood donor and you found me.”

You clutched your chest as you stared at his fangs. The red remains on his plate grabbed your attention for a moment. Everything began falling into place. The coldness of his skin, the dark clothes, the lack of eating and drinking, the knowing where you always were and that he appeared out of nowhere at work seemed to make sense. The man you had fallen for was a blood-drinking being. You had heard the rumours that this city was for the vampires and other beasts at night. It all made sense.

Levi pulled away from you as his heart began to sting. “I frighten you…” Pain filled him as he began to break. The Queen’s wicked and cruel grip on Levi slowly returned. He was beginning to believe her words that he was unlovable. “I disgust you…”

You hurried over to Levi. “No, no that’s not true.” You cradled Levi’s face in your hands. “I am not afraid. I am not disgusted. You have shown me such kindness and care whenever we are together. You had many opportunities to hurt me and yet you never once did. I feel safe with him.”

Levi closed his eyes as we felt tears roll down his cheeks. Never had he met someone so caring and accepting before. His heart was calmed by your touch and words. It was clear to Levi that he should never let you go. Someone like you was rare in his world. Vampires were either met with fear or intense lust and arousal. You were different. You presented love. All wicked words from the Queen vanished and her terrible hold on him went.

He opened his eyes and smiled softly. “You’re too kind.”

“I care for you, Levi. I care for you deeply and romantically. I want to be yours.” You lightly kissed his lips. “To care for you would mean to care for all of you, everything you are.”

He moaned a little. “You are too sweet for your own good.”

“Perhaps.” The tense atmosphere was softened by your sweet giggle. “Is that not one of the reasons you care for me?”

He nuzzled his nose against yours. “You are correct.”

“Levi?”

“Mm?”

Curiosity buzzed inside you. “May I look at your fangs?”

He parted his lips. “Dangerous thing to ask a vampire.” He licked your thumb and delighted in the sound of your racing heart. “You may get more than you bargained for.” He nipped your thumb. “Look away.”

You pushed his top lip up just a little as Levi opened his mouth. You admired his fangs and how sharp and big they seemed. “Does it hurt?” You removed your hands allowing him to speak. “Getting bitten that is.”

He held your hand and grazed his fangs against your skin. “For a moment, but then it’ll feel good. We have a coating on our fangs. The coating makes those we feed on feel incredibly good and slightly aroused.”

“How exciting.” You placed your hands on Levi’s chest as he pulled you closer. “I look forward to the day you feed from me.”

“You are just extraordinary. You show no fear towards me or about knowing the truth of this city.”

You hugged Levi. “Do all vampires come out at night?”

“Yes.” He kissed the side of your head. “Along with other beings. There are pure-blood vampires and some are made vampires. You can tell who are the pure-blooded, as they have power like I do.”

You looked up at Levi. “You’re a pure-blood?”

“I am.” He tilted his head slightly as he observed you. “Your acceptance of this all…”

You hummed in thought. “Well, I suspected that something like that was going on when I first met Lucius. I was warned a lot about the night here. The police would disappear at night. Plus, Mr Callahan tried to get me to work late on purpose.” You lowered your head. “I can’t forget the night I met you also. My fright was seen that night. However, a part of me was calmed by you.”

“Calmed?”

You nodded as your heart fluttered. “Yes. I don’t know what it is about you, but I feel so calm and at peace with you. I hold no fear or worries. I just want to be in your arms, always.”

Levi closed his eyes and held you against his body. He had lived for many long years and he had the kindness of his parents, his wonderful friends and met a few people along the way. However, he had never experienced such love and care as you were giving to him. Anxiety filled him as he thought about the possible dangers you could be in now he’d opened your life to his world. The seedy dark side of the city now had its eyes on you and he had to protect you.

He cupped the side of your face and raised your head. “My darling, I must ask something of you.”

You gazed at him with such a cute sparkle in your eyes. “Yes?”

“This is to keep you safe, not because of other reasons.” He sighed. “I need to give you a bit of my blood so I am connected to you.”

You tilted your head. “May I give you some of mine in return?”

Levi’s cheeks burned. “I uh…well…if…if you want to. I don’t want to pressure you.”

You reached up and touched the collar of your dress. “Well, we would need to go somewhere more private so I can remove some of my dress.”

Levi looked away and groaned. “You…”

You held his hands. “Levi?”

He locked eyes with you. “I shall take you to my manor. It’ll be safe for you. You have never had vampire blood before, so you need to be in a safe place to experience it.”

You nodded. “Yes. I’ll go with you.”

Levi grabbed your cloak and put it around you. “I will get a carriage for us.”

It was all so exciting to be going home with Levi. Life before the city was so simple and boring. Every day was studying or reading a book by the window so you could admire the weather now and then. Since coming to the city you have gained an interesting job, learned about a secret world and found the man of your dreams who could love you for all eternity. You had never been with anyone before, no other man had interested you and yet Let walked into your life and entranced you. He had your heart.

You hugged his arm as you walked with him through the restaurant and outside into the streets to see the sun was beginning to set, meaning you and Levi had been so enamoured with each other that you had talked for hours.

The carriage rattled to a stop and looked rather beautiful compared to the ones you had ridden in before. Inside the carriage, the seats were soft under you when you sat. It was spacious as well, so you weren’t so cramped when you were with someone. However, Levi sat right next to you and that’s exactly what you wanted. The carriage swayed so nicely and lulled you into a sweet comfort.

Levi placed a loving kiss on your forehead. “Are you tired?”

“Mm, no I just feel comfortable and safe around you.”

Levi smiled a little. “I’m glad.” He wrapped his arms around you and squeezed you tightly. “Mm. I wish I could hold you forever.”

“Me too.”

He closed his eyes for a while as the carriage took you both to the edge of the city. Thoughts of biting you filled his mind. The thought of feeding from you was arousing to Levi. Levi had fed from women and men before and felt no attraction or arousal, but there was something just so magnetic about you. Levi gulped hard as his mouth watered at the thought. He tried to still his heart and not let his desires for you get the best of him.

Levi opened the carriage door and assisted you out of it. “This is my home.”

You gasped in delight as you saw the dark grand gothic home before you with a stunning garden behind it. “This is a dream home.”

“Thank you.” He led you up to his grand door and opened it to reveal the stunning dark wood inside, the simple chandelier, the beautiful paintings, the wooden floors and the soft-looking carpets. “I will notify my butler and maid of your presence. They’ll get a room ready for you.” He kissed your cheek. “Allow me to take you to the sitting room.”

You couldn’t stop looking around the place, it was just so stunning, welcoming, warm, comforting and homely. You bumped into Levi and blushed a little. “Excuse me.”

He sat you on the sofa and kissed your forehead. “Wait here, my darling.”

You shifted on the sofa as you heard his staff talk about you and stare. You gave them a sweet smile making them giggle and get excited. They weren’t mocking you at all, they were actually excited that their master had finally brought a woman home. It seemed that you were the only woman in Levi’s life.

Levi returned to you and sat at your side. “A room will be prepared for you unless you want to be with me?”

You fiddled with your dress. “I uh…I have never been with a man before.”

Levi’s eyes widened. “Really? Someone as sweet and as beautiful as you?”

You giggled. “Levi, you’re too sweet.”

He placed his hand on your thigh and gently squeezed. “I’ll take great care of you, I swear. We’ll take our time as well. Whenever you want me to stop, you tell me and I will.”

You moved closer to him. “I will.”

He reached up to your high collar. “May I?”

“You may.”

He slowly undid the buttons. “I’ve lived for many years and I must say that this time period is odd. I came from a time when women and men wore soft fabrics and silks, but now they cover everything up.”

You hummed a laugh. “It must be exciting to see the world change and develop.”

“It is.” He pushed the top part of your dress open and paused a moment. “All I know now is that I want to watch the world change with you. I don’t want to lose you.”

“I don’t ever want to lose you either.”

Levi leaned closer and ran his lips up your neck causing you to softly moan. “I’ll bite you first and then I will heal you with my blood.”

You shivered at his words against your neck. “Mm, yes.”

Levi opened his mouth a little as his fangs grew. He placed delicate and loving kisses on your neck and enjoyed the sweet hum that came from you. He dragged his tongue over where he was going to bite. With a gentle blow of cool air against your neck to arouse you, he parted his lips and bit down on your neck. Blood burst from the wound and flooded into Levi’s mouth. He tangled his fingers into your hair as his other gripped your waist. He pulled you against him and moaned in delight at how sweet you tasted. Levi had drank from others before, but there was something so divine about yours.

Just as Levi had said, the first part of the bite had hurt you but then it became incredibly pleasurable. You clung tightly to Levi as you felt such blissful euphoria from him feeding on you. You moaned and mewled under his touch as you felt lightheaded. You gasped when Levi pulled back from your neck with blood all over his lips and tongue. You shivered when he licked his lips and purred at you.

Levi moaned before cutting his tongue on his fang. “Open your mouth, darling.” As soon as you opened your mouth and crashed his lips against yours and pushed his blood into your mouth. His tongue moved with yours making you shiver in delight. Levi’s heart throbbed in his chest when he felt the two of you connect through the exchange of blood. He pulled back and panted. He smiled as he said your name. “You are something special.”

Your heart fluttered. “Levi.” A tingle went through your body, you felt alive and excited all wrapped into one. Compelled by Levi’s wonderful aura and his blood, you climbed onto his lap and pushed him down on his back on the sofa. “Levi.”

He gazed up at you and began chuckling. He dragged you onto him and tangled his fingers in your hair. “Look at you. You have taken to my blood rather well.” He hugged you tightly. “I am sorry for the strong arousal, but vampire blood is a bit like a drug if you are not used to it.”

You pawed at his body and lightly rolled your body against his. “Levi, please.”

He rolled onto his side with you. “In time, my darling.”

You panted as you felt electrified. You hid your face in the crook of his neck as you felt slight shame at how aroused and needy you were. “Mm.”

“Don’t be saddened.”

You released a sigh. “I am not saddened but slightly ashamed and embarrassed.”

“Tell me why.”

You looked Levi in the eyes. “I have never felt this way before. I want you so badly. I crave you.” You leaned up and panted a little with your chest heaving in your corset. “I want to give you everything. I want to give you all my firsts.”

Levi growled at you. “Do not be ashamed and embarrassed with how you are feeling. I’m feeling the same, but as I said we will take our time.”

You shook a little. “Mm…don’t leave me.”

He held your chin. “Never. I will never leave you.”

You panted a little. “Hot. I’m hot.”

Levi sat up before scooping you up into his arms. “I will help you cool off.” He carried you upstairs and to his room. He sat you on his grand dark brown bed.

The bed was beautiful beyond words. The headboard was a dark brown wood with intricate carvings and decorations with a central piece. The main part of the bed was large for two people to snuggle on and more. Candles were lit up making a soft glow to show the dark walls with delicate paintings of roses in key parts. A chandelier hung above was lit up by gas lighting, meaning Levi had the latest additions and inventions in his home. Thick curtains were pulled open to show the tall windows that curved at the top. The view outside was the vast gardens that Levi owned.

Levi cupped the side of your face and kissed you. “I will let the maid in to dress you.”

You grabbed Levi’s hand just as he started to leave. “Mm…stay…”

Levi showered your hand in kisses. “My darling, I will be gone for a moment. I will return to you.”

You whimpered once he released your hand. You clutched your chest and felt a yearning inside you for you to be with Levi again. You gently smiled at the maid as she removed your clothes and dressed you in a light and soft nightdress. She let your hair down to show how soft and long it was. You forgot about the need within you for Levi when she started combing your hair and instantly relaxed.

The maid let you go and softly smiled. “My lady, I have never known my Lord to be so happy before. You are the first woman he has ever brought here. It makes us all so happy.”

You felt your cheeks heat up. “I’m glad I make him happy. He makes me happy as well. I understand we have just started our love, but I cannot wait for it to continue for eternity.”

“I am sure you both will be together forever.” She bowed to you. “Excuse me. I will get my Lord.”

You clutched your dress as you felt excited again. “Thank you.”

She moved to the door and opened it to reveal Levi had been waiting outside this whole time. “My Lord, she is ready. I will leave you both be.”

Levi entered the room and closed the large door after the maid. He turned to you and blushed hard. “You…you’re…” He moaned your name as he moved closer. He reached over and caressed your cheek making you weak instantly. “So divine.”

You leaned into his touch. “Thank you.” You wobbled on your legs. “Levi.”

He caught you in his arms as you became weak for him. “I have you.” He scooped you up and said your name sweetly. “I have you.” He kissed you and moaned in delight. “You need to rest.”

You clung to Levi as he lay you on his bed under the covers. “Will you be joining me?”

“Indeed I will, but I must change.”

You clung to the sheets tightly as Levi moved behind a screen to change in his night things. You perked up once he walked out. You were in shock at first because most men wore a night dress like you, but Levi was only in trousers. “Levi.”

He closed his curtains before climbing into bed with you. “Now we have exchanged blood, you are mine. Now and forever.”

You snuggled against Levi. “It is hard to believe this all sometimes. I don’t think I want to leave.” You whimpered. “I do not want to go back to work for Mr. Callahan. I want to stay with you.”

Levi kissed your forehead. “That is only the blood talking. After resting a while you’ll think differently.”

“No.”

Levi hummed a laugh as he played with your hair. “No?”

“Mm. I want to stay with you.”

Levi released a long sigh. “I hope you feel and say the same when we wake up.”

“I will.”

He held you tightly. “Well, that sounds wonderful. Now, sleep.”

You gazed up at him. “I desire a kiss.”

Levi pressed his lips against yours and moaned in delight as he enjoyed the spark between the two of you. He nipped your lip before pushing his tongue into your mouth and moaning in pleasure as you both shared a passionate kiss together. He tugged on your lip a little at the end and chuckled. “Sleep.”

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serotonins-stuff · 2 years ago

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Bnha boys at the beach°•.•°•.•°•.•°•..

(Part 1)

Including: Bakugo Katsuki, Izuku Midoriya, Hawks, Shoto Todoroki and kirishima.

Sypnosis: You go to the beach with your boyfriend.

Warnings : fluff, a bit segestive on Kiris

(Oneshot+ scenario!!!!)

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Bakugo

Always finds a way to surprise you, which makes the day even better.

Makes sure to drench you in sunscreen before you set foot on the beach.

He's very prepared, like a full on beach bag and picnic basket prepared

If he's not in the mood to swim he'll sit on a beach towel and guard you from afar, with sunglasses just to make sure a creepy dude doesn't get a bright idea. He's blowin their ass up if anyone tries to mess with his girl.

Will only swim if he's in the mood to.

When he is in a mood to swim he's the type to try racing you to the furthest part of the ocean net.

Will purposefully slow down when racing you, so you can at least have 1 win. But Obviously won't let you get more points than him

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"I won!" You panted when you reached the ocean net.

You had to challenge Katsuki to a race. Well.... races considering you've had a total of 10 and won none of them until now. Even if Katsuki won the other 9, flexing your little victory was very much necessary.

"Take that loser!" You cackled, making him huff a breath of amusement.

"Loser?"

"Yeah," you lifted your head with confidence. "I must be a real badass if I beat the King explosion murder at swimming."

"Are you challenging me to another round?" He sneered, already knowing your answer. You don't even know how but by some miracle you won. Maybe he was out of breath or his arms got tired, either way, a win is a win.

"Not a chance" you turned the offer down. Already making your way back to shore, but slowed down because Bakugo decided to swim backward right in front of you. He was facing you with a smug expression on his face.

"I think you're just scared I'll get 10points"

You rolled your eyes at his statement, a smile making its way onto your lips when you suddenly came up with an idea. As soon as he opened his mouth to say another word, you splashed a whole wad of water onto his face. Temporarily blinding him while you made your escape.

"The hell?!" He shouted as you swam away, giggling at how easy it was to escape his wrath. Just as you reached a part when your feet finally touched the ground, your boyfriend's voice could be heard along with violent splashing. He was coming your way, and fast.

You stopped when he finally went silent, Confused.

"Giving up already Kaccha-" you were cut off when strong hands lifted you from underwater, hoisting your thighs on either side of his hips.

He kept your legs on his lap and laughed victoriously.

"You thought you were going to win that easily babe?" He smirked while you tried to pull away from him.

"You're a pain you know that?" You joked, landing a soft kiss to his grinning lips

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Kirishima

Keeps you entertained, whether it be with food, affection or his nonstop rambling.

Takes a lot of selfies with you.

Isn't aware of the fact that he follows you everywhere in a cute way ofc. Are you going to the bathroom? He's going too. Are you throwing away your trash? He's going too.

He'll be so deep in conversation with you that he once almost walked into the women's bathroom with you

There is a lot of food involved with this man, wouldn't mind spoiling you to every food truck in sight.

Wants to try swimming to the deep side so he can see a shark.

This man is really just happy to be there with you, he'll stand in the shallow water with you to just admire the view.

Literally can't stop looking at you, and emphasizing how beautiful you are in your bathing suit.

A tease >>

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"You should try this one" Kiri muffled while handing out the snack for you to taste "It's better than the other one we had"

He reached the food over to your lips, and you took a generous bite. The flavors instantly melt in your mouth

"Woahh" you hummed in delight.

"I know right?!" He cheered, going on about the different seasonings and textures, till he spotted some food on your top lip "Wait babe you got a little something on your lip"

You were about to reach over to wipe it off but the sudden pressure of Kirishima's lips on yours kept you paralyzed. It was quick, and he went back to talking about the different flavors again. Acting like nothing happened just now.

You were so flustered from the unexpected movement, but the needy side of you needed to see that again. So while he wasn't looking, you put some of the sweet treats he was eating all over your top lip. Hoping he would give you another one of those kisses.

When he looked up again he chuckled at the sight before him.

How were you so damn cute?

"If you wanted a kiss you could have just said so babe" he leaned towards you teasingly. Instead of a kiss being planted on your lips, it was a hand instead. You were visibly disappointed he wiped the dessert off of your lips with his hand

He sucked the remaining food off his fingers and continued eating, chuckling at your reaction.

You were tired of how normal he was acting. He was amused because he just wanted to hear you ask him for a kiss.

You weren't going to boost his cute little ego by doing that so instead you pulled him roughly by the shoulders and gave him an abrupt yet intense kiss.

He was breathless by the time you pulled away and confused at why you didn't carry on. He waited for a bigger kiss but it never came. Your eyes were glued to the ocean and you acted as if nothing happened.

"That's not fair" the redhead whined, leaning into you but you dodged his advance.

"If you wanted a kiss you could just said-" you didn't even get to finish your sentence she his plan gripped either side of your cheeks and kissed you.

"Since when do I need permission to kiss my girlfriend?"

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Todoroki Shoto

Going to the beach with him is calm and relaxing.

Honestly just like to stare at the ocean with you and take a walk on the sand where the waves tickle your feet

Gives the BEST massages

Prinses treatment? .yes

You guys go looking for seashells to add to your collection.

Can't stop looking at you like you're the most beautiful person on the Planet

You guys could literally talk about ANYTHING and it wouldn't be weird.

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"Hey sho?"

"Yes love?"

"Look how pretty this seashell is!" You said excitedly, handing it to him so he could examine it. He held it up to the sky, letting the sunlight pass through it while tilting it side to side. The seashell was very small yet had a nice brown marble pattern.

"It's beautiful" he said in awe.

"I know right?" You joined him, observing the seashell on a deeper level. "We should add it to our collecti-"

You were cut off when he suddenly put the shell to your chest. "It would look beautiful on you."

A grin made its way onto your face when he said that. His sweet words warmed your chest. So was he admiring it this time because he was thinking of how it would look on you?

At some point throughout your beach date, Shoto told you he was going to the bathroom but instead came back with a necklace of the seashell you picked up earlier.

"For you my love" he said coming up behind you to tie it behind your neck.

"Shoto you didn't have to!" you turned around to hug him quickly, which he gladly returned. "How did you even do this?"

The seashell was now encased in reasin, and it had never looked so beautiful before.

"I got someone from one of the stalls to make it for me

"Thank you Shoto" you said looking straight into his eyes, giving him a peck on tge lips "This really means a lot"

"Anything for you"

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Hawks

Flies you around until he find the perfect place to watch the most beautiful sunset.

Knows all the beautiful places to go.

Uses his wings to make big sand castles for some of the little kids on the beach.

Makes himself a sand mermaid tail and asks you if he looks cute.

Absolutely refuses to get his wings wet in the water.

I feel like he would be warrry of the ocean, not terrified of it or anything but just comes up with excuses not to get in.

If you tease him while he's flying you he'll have what I like to call "engine faliure"

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"It's beautiful" you gawked in awe, staring into the ocean as various dolphins dove around. Keigo had given you a piggyback ride while flying to show you the wonders of nature. Wonders that nobody else has the chance to see. Currently, he was flying you over the ocean where all the marine creatures came into view.

"I know right?" He said lowering you both a bit so you could stick your hand into the golden ocean. Just then, a dolphin glided on your palm. Making you yelp in surprise and your boyfriend laughed.

Eventually, the air around you both dissolved into a comfortable silence.

The sun was setting into a beautiful deep orange. Its light cascades so gently onto the shimmering sea.

"How many time do you come here?"

"I've only been here once, and I knew I just had to bring you." he rubbed your legs soothingly. "Just to see that smile"

"Thank you Keigo" you thanked attacking the back of his head with kisses. Causing him to wobble in the air.

"Distracting your pilot isn't a good idea baby"

"Well why not?"

"Because then there will be an engine failure"

"What's an-"you were cut off with sudden power if wind hitting your face. Keigo diving downwards rapidly.

"KEIGO!" you yelled at him, clutching tightly onto his clothes for support, and closed your eyes to brace for impact. All you heard was his chuckles of amusement as he stretched out his wings last minute. His wings cause the water around you to splash. You knew he wouldn't dive in, not when he wouldn't want to get his wings wet anyway.

"Now that" he started going hightmer up into the air "Is what we call engine failure""

"You're so silly"

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End

A/n

Who would you like to see in part 2??? 👀

Likes, reblogs and comments are appreciated!!

#fypage #oneshot #my hero acedamia #imagine #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou katsuki #shoto todoroki x reader #shoto todoroki #kirishima eijiro x reader #eijiro kirishima #pro hero hawks #hawks x reader #mha takami keigo #mha fluff #drabble #mha imagines

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zomvom · 4 months ago

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Zom’s ososan headcanons! :3

Just kinda stream of consciousness style, any may be subject to change, feel free to talk to me about your own hcs! :3c

This is a repost of my twt thread, I’ll list what I have down already, any new hcs or changes to previous ones I’ll just put in reblogs

These are all my personal headcanons! I kin ichimatsu so many of hcs for him are based off myself! This is just for fun but if you don’t agree with or like them that’s perfectly fine! Feel free to block or ignore me!

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First things first I hc all 6 of the matsus as autistic and trans in some kind of way!

I think oso, kara, choro, ichi, and jyushi are all transmasc and todo is transfem! Transfem choro is also cute tho

Either way tho, none of them are neurotypical or cis!

Oso: He/Him trans man. Is currently on T. Prefers a binder over transtape cuz it’s less work but only wears it like half the time cuz he’ll often forget to put it on when getting dressed and it’s too much work to take his shirt off, put on his binder n put his shirt back on lol also he’s bi with a preference for women!

Kara: He/They trans man. Pansexual. Currently on T. Has gotten top surgery! Wants to get cool tattoos over his scars but is a wuss lol he also still gets a lil nervous bout shot day after all this time but puts on a brave face

Choro: He/She transmasc bigender. Omnisexual. Low dose T. Doesn’t bind all the time but prefers transtape over a binder when she does cuz it’s not as hot since he’s often wearing an undershirt anyway

Ichi: He/Him transmasc agender. Gay oriented aroace. Has gotten top surgery! Was on T for a good while but stopped for various reasons. Also prob has some kinda cat themed neopronouns just for funsies haha

Jyushi: He/Him trans man. Is on T. Who needs to bind or get top surgery when you can just hella work out? lol I don’t think he cares about labels but he’s def some kind of multisexual, maybe bi? Maybe pan?

Todo: She/Her and Fae/Faer trans woman. Is on estrogen. Bi with a preference for women

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Eyesight from worst to best!

Choro: very nearsighted! usually wears contacts nowadays but will occasionally wear his square/rectangle glasses to give her eyes a break. Still has his old round glasses from hs as back up tho

Kara: his vision isn’t as bad as choromatsus but it’s still not great! Farsighted. He refuses to wear normal glasses cuz he thinks it’ll make him look lame so his sunglasses are prescription instead, nobody knows that tho! Also has some form of strabismus, one of his eyes tend to move slightly inward.

Oso and Ichi: they’re both nearsighted and are at about the same level of vision. Neither of them are nearly as bad as choro and kara tho! Still, they would probably both benefit from glasses but choose to just live their lives a bit blurry lol Also ichi has visual snow! And while ichi is aware his vision isn’t the best, oso is oblivious and thinks it’s completely normal

Jyushi: also has strabismus! His is more noticeable and tends to move outward! but aside from that his vision is actually relatively good!

Todo: is the only one with 20/20 vision lol I feel like she would sometimes wear glasses just for fashion and choro hates it haha

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Ichi has chronic fatigue, chronic pain, and pnes! (Psychogenic Non Epileptic Seizures)

I’m not sure if I want him to have exactly what I have in regards to his chronic pain condition, which for me is fibromyalgia, but I’ll prob end up going in that direction anyway since I project onto him so much anyway ya know?

His conditions affect p much his whole life as is the thing with being disabled haha but in particular it affects his sleep. He’s usually a p light sleeper and has a hard time falling and staying asleep unless he’s feeling completely exhausted from either his pain, or the aftermath of a seizure or whatever else, in which case he’ll knock the fuck out, and will sometimes sleep for so long and deeply he’ll scare his family into thinking his dead haha

His condition also often affects his ability to walk, so when he’s struggling he will use a cane

Unlike me tho, he doesn’t need it like all day everyday, only sometimes

Choro also uses a cane sometimes! He has a bad knee and poor balance which causes her to trip and fall a lot! His cane is his same color of green and while he does prefer the clean and sleek look, she does have a couple of little idol charms on the handle!

Ichi’s cane is either black or purple and is covered in various cat themed stickers with a couple lil things attached to the handle that he will use to play with neighborhood kitties!

Oso and jyushi will sometimes steal choro and ichis canes when not in use and sword fight with them lol

I can imagine when either ichi or choro first got their canes, oso in particular would playfully tease them and would use their cane to pretend to be an old man. The other matsus would also join in on the heckling such as todo calling either choro or ichi old men haha

Kinda going back,, when ichi had his first seizure, the others definitely freaked the fuck out. I imagine some of them prob would still panic when it happens at times but not as much. When it happens while they’re all trying to sleep, Kara will quietly help ichi n look over him till it stops, making sure he’s on his side n all that. I also imagine Kara would the most consistently remind ichi to breathe during a seizure and since ichi doesn’t like to make a big deal out of his seizures, Kara wouldn’t mention it to the others unless ichi brought it up first. (Ichi is thankful but doesn’t really verbally thank him often). Same goes for most of the other matsus if they’re alone with ichi during a seizure except for maybe jyushi who would blurt it out and sometimes oso unless explicitly told not to mention it. And prob right after the first seizure, todo researched what to do during a seizure and taught the others what to do so everyone was better prepared for next time.

Going back to ichis chronic fatigue/ poor sleep,

He either sleeps like 2 hours or 15, no in between lol

Oso doesn’t have chronic fatigue but he is really bad at maintaining a consistent sleep schedule so he and ichi (and sometimes the others) will often hang out and go on late night adventures, resulting in them both sleeping in way too late n getting scolded by either choro or matsuyo

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More general sleep based stuff:

Ichi is a side sleeper n likes to be super curled up, he is shrimply kitty, he cannot change this. Kara is a back sleeper mostly, cant stand being too warm and prefers cooler or thinner blankets. Todo flip flops between back and side, is a pretty quiet, peaceful sleeper. Oso is kinda all over the place, flip flops between back, side, and belly a lot and likes to either be spread out or cuddling smth. Choro also flip flops between back and side, doesn’t take up a lot of space. Jyushi is a back sleeper and always very spread out

I can see them all snoring at least a lil bit except for maybe choro. I think it’d be cute if todo had like a baby snore and ichi had that classic cat snore. I can def see oso being loud tho

Poor choro being sandwiched between the two that take up the most space, move the most, and prob the loudest lol

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Jyushi is usually very intense when he stims, lots of physical/moving stims! Definitely hand flapping, rocking, sometimes spinning, etc. I think he does his bat swinging, and mimicking of baseball terms n such as special interest centric stims. Plus his “HUSTLE HUSTLE MUSCLE MUSCLE!”

I think he also really likes deep pressure! Likes to be wrapped up n buried with blankets, and clothes n such (+ the warmth is nice since he doesn’t have great temperature regulation)

He would love a weighted blanket haha, and I think, while he’s not really a huge hugger most the time, he would sometimes ask for tight hugs from his family, or just have them like lean or straight up just lay on top of him haha

Also likes to chew! Seeing as how he’s often chewing on his brothers heads lol he would prefer a really hard/tough toy to chew on. Any thing softer, he chews straight through em

Kara loves anything shiny/sparkly and colorful! He also likes the texture sparkly things/ things with sequins often have,

I also think he would like space and ocean themed things cuz blue and pretty haha

I think he would have jewelry he would play with like rings or necklaces, such as running his fingers along his necklace chains or maybe a spinner ring or something small with intricate details/ rougher textures he could stim with

I imagine something metal/ silver maybe in the shape of a skull! Not sure what tho.. maybe a keychain? A necklace? Just something he keeps in his pocket?

Choro loves like cool lights/glowy stuff esp if it’s related to his special interest(s) ie idols! I think she also really likes clicky noises like a keyboard or switches! I think he would def carry around at least one fidget to help with anxiety but I feel like she would maybe be torn between his toys being colorful/related to her interests or being like subtle and “adult” looking ya know? I also think he’d get kinda self conscious about doing raptor arms or just feel like “what do I do with my hands” n developed a habit of putting her hands on his hips instead haha, I also think choro has a picking habit and uses picky pads to try to avoid picking at his skin and while it’s not as bad, Kara also still feels the urge to pick sometimes from when he had bad acne so choro turned him on to picky pads n she will use the beads to make kandi! But also sometimes she’ll get so caught up in just wanting to pick out and organize all the beads, hell get too focused on a pad and won’t have one for when she actually has the urge to skin pick. Also choro would love a busy board with all the flashing lights n clicky switches haha

Todo is a big visual stimmer! A bit too self conscious most the time to more openly stim in front of most ppl so she watches a lot of like stim boards and “satisfying” videos on her phone and maybe like very specific asmr videos. Her physical stims are a bit more “subtle” like very light rocking, kicking her feet, tapping her foot, using her face roller, playing with her hair, etc. I think she also chews but she doesn’t think it’s cute enough so she tries not to do it and will kinda gently chew on the inside of her lip or tongue or use gum or smth. Definitely prefers much softer chews than jyushi! Also think she likes to do the pop sound with her mouth sometimes

Ichi loves soft fuzzy textures and likes to pet and rub them whether it’s a cat or an inanimate object! He also really likes somewhat squishy things, think like paw pads, that he can squish in his hands! If it’s something bigger like a soft blanket or pillow or smth he likes to kinda knead it. He also likes pain seeking stims esp when hes having sh thoughts and will use things that are sharp and pokey but can’t do any actual harm like acupuncture rings or smth n he will keep like a mini squishy or acupuncture ring in his hoodie pocket to mess with. He also likes bubble wrap n pop fidgets! He likes the sound and the feel of em. I also think he has a bit of a picking issue too and will steal Kara’s like half done picky pads and then leave the beads for choro in places he knows he will find them like a cat leaving “presents” haha, sometimes choro will literally wake up with a lil baggie of beads on her and he’s very confused by it, she has no idea where these lil baggies keep coming from lol. I also think ichi uses his finger as like a worry stone of sorts and will rub his thumb on the side of his finger between the knuckles sometimes just cuz, sometimes to calm himself! Also purring! He likes to purr! He’s so kitty brained haha

Also also he likes to mess with lil bits a trash like paper clips, straw wrappers, bread ties, etc. with like straw wrappers he’ll turn them into like lil stick figures n stuff

Oso doesn’t really notice for himself when he stims! At least when it comes to his physical stims. His lil nose rub thing for example! N Unless hes like actively doing something, if he’s still for like 5 seconds, he’ll just start swaying or rocking back n forth whether he’s sitting or standing. He also likes to be upside down sometimes, just doing that weird upside down sit he does n will like sit on the couch upside down. Also he finds anything that goes really fast or spinny or like colorful flashing lights really captivating, reminds him of pachinko n the races haha

I think when has the urge to like fidget he will steal his siblings stuff instead of just getting his own. I can see todo or somebody buying one of those pop it games n oso stealing it n playing it way more than whoever bought it in the first place haha ichi would also use it sometimes but would prefer the sound effects off

Also I think oso is a big vocal stimmer! Lots of weird lil noises, mimicking of words/phrases, humming, etc. when somebody points it out or asks him to stop he likes to fuck with them n act dumb like “huh? What? What noise? I didn’t say anything. Are you hearing things? ……………… *does it again*” lol I also think when todo does her lil pop sound oso will do it back and things like that will sometimes spread to the others and even matsuyo and matsuzo occasionally n then they’re all just mimicking the same thing, flock of seagulls from Nemo typa behavior lol. Oso also sometimes mimics peoples hand gestures n body posture while they’re talking, sometimes on purpose, sometimes he doesn’t even realize till they point it out, either way it annoys the fuck outta ppl n he finds that funny haha. Oh I forgot but oso also has an oral fixation but uses food instead of toys or gum, bro is snackin all the time haha

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Couple quick lil ichi hcs: ichi wasn’t really a fan of bugs for a long time (didn’t hate them but was still grossed out by them) but then he started noticing how cute and cat like some can be and now he’s a big bug lover! Moths and spiders are his favs! Cuz “fluffy” and cute mostly lol and when I say spiders I’m mostly thinking jumping spiders but I think he’d also like bigger and “scarier” spiders too) also also! 2nd quick ichi hc! He’s very light on his feet and will often scare ppl (usually by accident) by just kinda appearing by them and his family gets mad at him for “sneaking up on them” and will yell at him to wear a bell in like a half joking way but then eventually ichi does start actually wearing a lil bell (maybe a bracelet?) either of his own volition or bc his siblings made him lol Either way, it doesn’t bother him much to wear it cuz it makes him more kitty like and if he wants to be quiet he could just take it off lol

#zombiigroans #ososan #osomatsu san #mr osomatsu #headcanon #osomatsu #karamatsu #choromatsu #ichimatsu #jyushimatsu #todomatsu

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Happy Fandom Love Day @lilyoffandoms! This picks up where your little kidnapping of my girl took off earlier this week! lol I hope you enjoy it. Thanks for being you, Lily! 💜

Book: Open Heart Pairings: Ethan x Merida, Bryce x Olivia, Tobias x Casey Rating: Teen Words: 1,600 Summary: It took a lot to get Casey away from Tobias for a Girl's Weekend Away, but Merida and Olivia had it all under control. Now, let's see what they got into while they were gone and how the guys coped back in Boston. A/N: Merida and Ethan belong to @lilyoffandoms and Bryce and Olivia belong to @storyofmychoices.

Eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses, Casey raised the frosty beverage to her lips and let the sweet liquor coat her tongue. She let out a wickedly slow, delightful groan as the cool drink washed over her, directly contrasting with the hot sun pulsating off her skin. She had surrendered. Falling back into her lounge chair with a sigh of satisfaction, everything felt right with the world. Perhaps that’s because she was unaware of two sets of eyes fixed on her from either side as this spectacle unfolded.

Olivia fought back a giggle as her eyes met Merida’s over their satiated friend. Olivia might be willing to let this slide, but that wasn’t Merida’s style.

“Jesus! No wonder Tobias didn’t want to let you go. If that’s your reaction to a frozen margarita... in public... I can only imagine when you’re reacting to... other things... privately.”

Remaining in her reclined state of ecstasy, a grin crossed Casey’s lips. “Now you understand why it was so difficult for him to part with me.”

She reached for her drink and took another long sip with an equally salacious reaction. As Merida laughed, a blushing Olivia gazed around to ensure no one else was watching.

“It’s good to know that you have a future in adult film voiceovers if medicine doesn’t work out for you, MacTavish,” Merida grinned.

“Wait!” Olivia exclaimed, placing her drink on the table by her side. “That’s a thing?”

Casey tilted her head in her friend’s direction, laying a hand on her thigh.

“Dear, sweet, Olivia... sometimes I almost feel guilty for how much we’re corrupting you.”

“Yeah, I don’t,” Merida snorted.

“It’s not a thing,” Casey smiled. “So if medicine doesn’t work out for me... I guess I’ll have to go all the way.”

“We need to come up with a porn name for you,” Merida insisted after emptying her own drink. “Not that I don’t expect your medical career to work out... just for fun.”

“This is fun,” Casey agreed, flagging down the poolside waiter for another round.

Merida flashed a snide glance Casey’s way. “And to think, we nearly had to kidnap you to get you out of Boston,” she teased. “Tobias can be quite greedy and selfish.”

“Oh, go easy on him, Mer... you can’t blame him for being a little insecure. He knows damn well if I met you before meeting him or before you met Ethan, he would have some serious competition on his hands.”

“Competition?” Merida barked. “As if. I would have wiped the floor with that cocky bastard.”

As Casey and Merida happily downed their fresh drinks, they noticed Olivia was a s little more reserved.

“Liv, everything OK?” Merida asked.

“Yeah... I’m just wondering... would Bryce have had competition, too?”

“Of course!” Casey insisted. “Liv, you’re stunning! I would have fought the man off with a stick!”

“Mmm,” Merida nodded. “Of course, you’re our token straight friend, which may have given him a bit of an advantage.”

“Meh,” Casey waved dismissively. “I think everyone is a little bit bi. They just haven’t all admitted it yet.”

“It’s OK,” Merida assured. “Oliva, you would have been invited to the party even if you didn’t want to attend.”

The three women fell into a fit of giggles that only worsened as the afternoon progressed and the drinks kept coming. When evening approached, the tipsy trio made their way to their hotel room. Casey dove face-first into her bed, while Olivia collapsed into a chair beside the balcony. Marida poured glasses of water for herself and her friends.

“What do you think the guys are doing right now?” Olivia asked.

“Downing their sorrows,” Casey mumbled with closed eyes. “They can’t stand being away from us.”

“She’s probably right,” Merida smiled. “They’re probably as inebriated as we are... but not having as much fun doing it.”

~~~~~

Back in Boston.

A forlorn Tobias sat hunched over the bar at Donahues, his usual chipper bravado missing in action. Ethan sat at his side looking... well... the same way he always looks. Nodding toward Reggie, he summoned two more drinks.

“What do you think they’re doing now?” Tobias asked.

“I can’t speak for everyone. But I’m sure Casey’s being approached by a ridiculously tan and toned specimen. They’re bright, attractive, personable, and she’s finally coming to her senses and realizing she could do so much better than you.”

“You know, you’re an asshole,” Tobias smirked before sipping his Scotch. “I wouldn’t be so confident if I were you, buddy. Everyone knows Mer is so far out of your league. Maybe this is where she has her wake-up call, too.”

Ethan raised his glass with a shrug. “Here’s to our women,” he began. “May they never realize how pathetic we are.”

“Hear, hear,” Tobias laughed as their glasses clinked and they downed their drinks, quickly summonsing Reggie for refills.

Sometime later, Bryce got off shift and headed directly to meet the guys. He was still in his scrubs, but with his bright smile and not a single hair out of place, he looked like he stepped off the cover of a magazine.

“Hey, Guys!” He said enthusiastically as he slipped onto a stool. “Looks like you’re a little ahead of me.”

“Yep! You have to keep up, young man,” Tobias grinned. “What’s your poison?”

“I need a minute to decide. Have either of you heard from the girls? I hope they’re having a good time.”

“We have not,” Ethan deadpanned. “And I hope they’re having an... adequate... time.”

“Adequate?” Bryce questioned. “Why?”

Tobias wobbly turned toward his friend, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Bryce, just hope they don’t realize they could do much better than us.”

“What? Don’t be ridiculous,” Bryce laughed. “You’re not really worried, are you?”

Ethan and Tobias exchanged a devious look. “I don’t know,” Ethan sighed. “Our ladies are pretty damn special.”

“Sure as hell are,” Tobias agreed. “Brilliant, beautiful, kindhearted...”

“Witty!” Ethan interjected. “They can strike up a conversation with anyone and leave them spellbound. Merida did it to me.”

“Absolutely!” Tobias nodded. “And their flirtation game... damn, it rivals mine.”

Ethan turned to him with disgust. “Are you kidding me? Theirs is so much better than yours.”

“Yeah,” Bryce laughed nervously, “But they love us. Besides, Olivia is the shy one... she wouldn’t be flirting or anything like that.”

His friends' heads spun his way with incredulous grins on their faces. “Maybe once,” Tobias chuckled. “But she’s friends with our girls now.”

“Yep,” Ethan agreed. “She’s learning at the feet of the masters.”

“Right, right,” Bryce chuckled as images of his sweet Olivia filled his mind... his sweet Olivia, who had become so much more outgoing since... “But they’re not there to party or anything. Right? By now, they’re probably back in the room, watching a movie or having tea.”

“Tea?” Tobias spat as his phone rang. “Oh, shit, it’s them now. Case is facetiming.” He quickly hit accept, and his face lit up as she appeared. “Hey, baby! Having fun?”

“Hey, T! Sure am, we’re at the pool party... I feel like I’m back in college again!”

“Oh really,” he joked. “Just remember, you’re an old married lady now.”

“What?” Casey giggled, “I don’t see a ring on this finger, bub!” Her giggles broke into full-blown laughter, and her head tilted forward. Unable to control giggling, Tobias unsuccessfully attempted to get her attention.

“Babe... Babe... Casey... you there, hon?”

Merida picked up the phone instead. “Hey, T. She’s fine. Maybe one Mai Tai too many, but she’s fine. I’m supervising.”

“Oh, Jesus Christ,” Ethan groaned. “Now I feel better.”

“Is that my grump? Let me see him.”

Ethan took the phone from Tobias’s hands. “You know I’m teasing, darling. Don’t you?”

“Of course I do. But I am cutting these girls off for the rest of the night.”

“Girls?” Bryce asked. “Where is Olivia?”

“Olivia?” Mer laughed, turning the phone toward Olivia. Downing the large mug of beer in her hand, Olivia was eating up the attention of her adoring crowd, yelling, “CHUG CHUG CHUG CHUG!” She dropped her empty mug to the table, jumped on her chair, and yelled, “Woooooo!”.

Bryce’s eyes went wide. “Olivia?”

“You’re right,” Ethan replied without emotion. “She’s the demure one of the group.”

“Yeah, I better go,” Merida sighed. “I’ve got my hands full here. Remember, guys, we love you.”

Bryce grabbed the phone from Ethan’s hands.

“Merida, can I talk to....” but it went dead.

Ethan and Tobias fought back smirks as Tobias consoled their friend. “Hey, you OK there, pal?”

“Yeah... I’m,” he faltered. “You’re not really worried .... are you?”

“No!” Tobias chuckled. “We’re just busting balls. I mean, look at the three of us. We’re freaking amazing!” When he turned to Ethan, he backtracked. “Well, two of us are amazing. If I were Ramsey, I would be worried.”

Ignoring him, Ethan turned to Bryce. “It’s fine, they’re just having fun.”

“I know,” Bryce fretted, “but... what have your girls done to Olivia?”

“I don’t know, buddy,” Tobias sneered. “But if Casey teaches her any other tricks while they’re gone... I assure you... you’ll be a very happy man when they return.”

“Hey,” Reggie grinned as he approached the men. “Looks like Lahela has joined the party. What can I get you, man?”

Lost in thought, he didn’t reply.

“Bryce?” Reggie asked as Tobias jumped in.

“You know what... bring him a Blue Hawaiian,” he said, throwing his arm over Bryce’s shoulder.

“Well, that’s fitting,” Ethan laughed.

“Just for the next ten minutes or so,” Tobias grinned. “We’ll get him back on track.”

@choicesficwriterscreations @openheartfanfics

#choices fanfic #open heart #open heart choices #choices open heart #open heart fanfic #ethan ramsey #ethan ramsey x mc #bryce lahela #bryce lahela x f!mc #tobias carrick #tobias carrick x f!mc #playchoices #playchoices fanfic #ethan x merida #bryce x olivia #tobias x casey

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Hi, hello, I decided to be stupidly self-indulgent and write my Courier/Cooper Howard. I guess it's an AU in the sense that I'm writing this under the No Gods, No Masters ending of FNV? Mr. House whomst.

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All these years on, Cooper still hates Vegas.

He did some work in there—movie scenes, photo ops, theater releases. Casinos used to pay people like him just to show up, to draw in big crowds eager to gamble alongside the stars. He'd throw down a couple dollars on a blackjack table or at the roulette wheel, then make a beeline for the buffet when his time was up. He never had time to go sightseeing in the Mojave, to gaze down the long concrete throat of Hoover Dam, to catch all the sunset colors at Red Rock Canyon.

He flew in and out, and felt dirty all the while.

Knowing what he does about fellas like Robert House, he feels a particular kind of dirty again as New Vegas wavers like a mirage on the horizon. He's passed through before, following bounties through NCR checkpoints and around Legion patrols back when those bastards still crawled like red mites through the canyons and gullies.

This time is no different. A bounty on a would-be gunslinger who put a bullet into a brahmin baron's son during a bar fight. His trail's easy to follow, as all Cooper has to do is the world's longest bar crawl and ask after a shaken-up little shit in a mouse-colored duster. Same color as his coward hide, Cooper says.

His route takes him to a little outpost called Goodsprings. It's quaint in the way that Wasteland towns usually are—just people trying to keep their heads down and still attached to their necks. They must see ghouls aplenty, as everyone from the bighorner rancher to the bartender doesn't so much as bat an eye at the sight of him.

The bartender in particular is his favorite kind of person. The only question she asks is what he'll be drinking, and then she slides him a shot of whiskey and the rest of the bottle.

"Good for the caps?" she asks.

He nods, knuckles the brim of his hat as extra confirmation. "Much obliged, ma'am."

She scoffs with a smile. "Heavens to betsy, but you're polite. Oughta teach some of our other menfolk 'round here to mind their manners."

"It's a dyin' art," he agrees.

She goes back to wiping out chipped glasses with a rag that probably gets them dirtier than not. As she does, the saloon door opens with a low, throaty creak, getting both of their attentions.

The bartender coughs out a laugh. "Been a minute since you darkened our doorway, honey," she says.

Cooper glances over his shoulder to the visitor, burned-up brows rising in surprise. On one hand, she's a Wasteland special—.308 rifle slung over her shoulder, tan face windburnt on the cheeks, aged brahmin leather rucksack over her shoulder practically busting at the seams with supplies. At a glance, he can't tell if she's a scavver, caravaneer, or mercenary—maybe all three.

But on the other hand, he doesn't see women like her all that often. She's probably in her late 30s or so, although he's absolutely shit at guessing ages these days. A pair of aviator sunglasses rest on top of her head—hair blue-black and tied back—like she's a movie star at poolside. And, hell, the rest of her looks that way, too. If it weren't for all the hallmarks of a life lived out in the wastes, she'd fit right in to his best Hollywood memories. Boxed at the edges, sure, but pretty as all get out.

He doesn't often bitch about being a ghoul, but seeing girls like her out in the wastes really makes him kick himself over getting irradiated.

"Trudy," she greets, sliding onto the stool beside him easy as pie. Like the rest of the town, she doesn't so much as blink at him. "How're things?"

"Just dandy," the bartender replies, sliding a bottle of Sunset Sarsaparilla, of all things, across the bar top. "How's Vegas?"

The woman snorts as she opens the bottle, sliding the cap into one of her many pockets. "Same as always. Loud. Full of people with more money than brains. I needed a vacation."

"Well, you know you're always welcome," Trudy says, reaching across the bar to pat the woman on the arm. "Now, Sunny'd kill me right dead if I didn't tell her you were in town. I'm gonna hop out back an' let her know, if that's alright."

"Sure," the woman replies. She grins, a little pinch appearing at the bridge of her nose. "Me an' tall, dark, and ghoulish'll keep an eye out for any ruffians."

And just like they've been friends for decades, the woman gently elbows him in the bicep. If it were anyone else, or anywhere else, he might take a little offense. But it's not often that any gal quite like her even touches him, and this town is nice. So he just smiles and nods, good as anything.

"Of course, ma'am," he says, touching the brim of his hat again. "Do what you gotta do."

"Much obliged," she says, echoing him. She looks back to the woman. "Lizzie, you be nice to this fella."

"Always!"

Trudy heads out from behind the bar, leaving Cooper with her—Lizzie. He watches her take a long drink of her sarsaparilla, following the line of her throat, the faint bob as she swallows. She's still got sweat clinging to her skin from the desert heat, but he can also see freckles on her bare shoulders and her cheeks. If he still had the network of blood vessels to get warm in the face, he thinks he might just.

Lizzie sets her drink down and turns to look right back at him. Not at all put off by his stares. She's all smiles, eyes crinkling with crow's feet at the corners. "See somethin' you like, cowboy?" she asks.

Flirting right out the goddamn gate. It doesn't sound like a joke coming from her, which takes him by surprise.

But it's just as easy to fall into a role.

"Suppose'n I do," he replies. "If you're into irradiated fellas, that is."

She breaks into a laugh, which he almost thinks is at his expense until she follows it up. "Cariño, I'm mostly into people who click the Geiger counter," she says, all matter of fact.

Color him surprised again. "S' that so?"

Lizzie leans over the top of the bar, elbow on the top, chin resting in her palm. Her grin's as wide and content as a cat. "I got a track record, won't lie," she says. "Y'know there's a dominatrix ghoul in Freeside?"

He didn't, but that's a fact he's going to be rolling around in the ol' decrepit gray matter for a while. "Huh," is all he says before taking a shot.

"If you tell her Lizzie Holliday sent you, she might give you a discount."

"I'll keep that in mind, sweetheart."

The nickname seems to make her preen, and she takes another drink like she's fortifying herself. She sets it back down, then gives him a long once-over that almost makes him self-conscious.

Almost.

"Wanna get out of here?" she asks.

"Ain't you got a friend wantin' to visit?"

This time, her smile shows some teeth. One of her top incisors is chipped, and some deep-set part of Cooper that still wants supplies the thought that he ought to test how that tooth feels on his own tongue.

"She knows my priorities," Lizzie says.

And that's all the invitation Cooper needs.

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Holy-good-goddamn, but he missed this.

Lizzie's riding him like he's the last train out of Yuma, rolling her hips over his, hands braced on his shoulders with a grip that would hurt someone with more nerve endings. Her hair's out of its ponytail, messed up one one side where he raked his hand through it while she was sucking his cock earlier.

And holy shit did she have some technique. He doesn't have a reason to doubt that she's fucked ghouls before, since she put just enough pressure on all the right parts so that he could feel it. And not once did she shy away from him once his clothes were on the floor and he was sprawled out on her bed.

Her bed, in a converted ranch home that she's made positively cozy. He feels like a teenager sneaking in through the window, out of place amongst the artwork and Christmas lights and tchotchkes. He could almost put himself two centuries back, in some college girl's over-decorated dorm room.

But sorority girls don't have deathclaw skulls mounted over their dressers.

Lizzie suddenly catches him on an upward thrust that makes both of them hiss. Then she seats herself flush against him, and it's the closest to heaven he's probably going to get for the kind of bastard he is. She's warm, slick-wet around him and for him. Hazel eyes blown wide and cheeks dark with arousal. It's the first time in years he's felt wanted like this; like he's something worth wanting rather than the irradiated husk of a man.

Another thrust and she shudders, muttering in Spanish and squeezing her eyes shut.

He doesn't catch what she says, but he can't help a little self-deprecation for the road. "If you gotta pretend I'm someone else, by all means."

She swears—and that doesn't need a translation—before her eyes are open and fixed on him. "Give me a name to start moanin' and there won't be any confusion," she says, rolling her hips to punctuate it.

"Jesus Christ," he says through his teeth.

"I'm not callin' you that."

He wouldn't normally offer up his name to anyone not worth knowing he was a human once, but she's something different. He knows that the way the wind blows, he'll likely never see her again, but he'll keep the memory of her tucked nice and close for those lonely, long nights.

"Cooper," he says at last.

She smiles, eyes reflecting those ridiculous rainbow lights strung up around her bedroom. Something about her feels otherworldly, powerful. Either he's already in some weird endorphin-induced haze, or he's more into her than he thought.

"Cooper," she repeats. It's easy and warm as sunshine in her mouth, and he wants to hear it again. He bucks his hips for her, driving up into that heat, eager to get a gasp, a whisper—anything.

And she delivers. Leaning over, tits pressed to his chest, mouth by one of his scarred-up ears, she says his name over and over. Follows the rhythm of his thrusts, loses the syllables as he pushes her over the edge. His name is unstrung, a thread caught in her moans and keens. Then she's pushed to open-mouthed silence, riding it out in desperate asyncopation.

When she finally comes down, he's on the way up. She's clinging to his shoulders still, their chests pressed together, her heartbeat a riot of rhythm rushing through his chest.

Then her mouth goes back to his ear.

"It's Adelita," she says, sighs. "Lizzie to everyone else. Adelita to you."

It's a hell of a trade—a name for a name, a release for a god-fucking-blessed release. He comes harder than he has in years, her name warm on his tongue. He fucks into her, pulsing, filling her, earning another gasp and moan wrapped around his name.

When it's all done, she rolls off him onto her back, chest heaving for breath. He's wheezing for his through rotten lungs. But he watches her, the colors of the lights on her freckled skin and in her eyes, the tresses of her hair falling across her sweat-damp forehead, the scar—

His eyes catch on it. Two interlinked starbursts of scar tissue on the right side of her forehead.

Bullet wounds.

He reaches up to push her hair away from it, pads of his fingers brushing over her skin so that he can almost fool himself into thinking he can feel it. "Looks like there's a story up here," he says. Maybe jokes.

She's still smiling. A little weary, a little amused. "That's my hard reset," she says.

"Oh?"

His hand's still on the scar, and she reaches up to tap the back of his hand twice. Tap-tap, in hard sequence. "Two little 9mm bites," she explains. "Sent me into an early grave."

Cooper frowns, looks at her hand now resting on his, both pressed to her forehead. Now that he's looking, he can also see a faint, hair-thin scar that follows her scalp line all the way across. This girl's got some history.

"I gather that it didn't take," he replies.

Lizzie—Adelita—hums to herself, then sings, "There ain't no grave can hold my body down," before looking up at him. "I did get better."

"I see that. So, either you're the prettiest ghoul that done walked the wastes, or the Mojave's got better doctors than I thought."

"The latter," she confirms. "Myself included."

"No shit?"

Her dark brows rise, grin plain on her face. "Doc Holliday. Get it?"

The joke catches him by surprise, again. A lot of shit about this girl is a surprise. It pries a laugh out of him, then earns a few strokes through her hair. "That's good," he says. "That's real good."

"Gracias."

They lay there in a shockingly comfortable silence. His hand in her hair, combing the strands back and away from that scar. She leans up against him, eyes half-lidded, a dreamy expression on her face.

Then, she sighs, "This is already a damn good vacation."

"Glad I could contribute," Cooper says. "High-stress job?"

She sighs, blinks slow, then reaches up and rests an arm across his waist. "You have no idea," she says.

Curiosity gets the best of him. He's a man who appreciates people keeping their noses—or lack thereof—out of his business. However, he's also a bounty hunter, a man making his too-long living on asking the right questions and using those answers to his benefit down the road. It might be good to know something about her, to make connections, to network as some assholes in his past life might say.

"Merc work? Or somethin' worse?"

"Jack of all trades," she says. She raises up her gaze to him, and for one brief, strange moment, her eyes catch that unearthly light again that he can't entirely blame on the Christmas lights. "Mostly courier. An' mostly ruler of New Vegas."

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Years down the line, Cooper Howard goes back to Vegas.

It's with company now—a vault girl he's tolerating a little more by the day, and a dog. They cross the Mojave, following the silhouette of Vegas by day and its glow by night, drawing in closer and closer like irradiated moths to Vegas' big ol' flame.

Just shy of Goodsprings, as the foothills lean forward like they're drawn in by the city, too, Lucy asks, "What kind of place is New Vegas, anyhow?"

Cooper shrugs and adjusts his pack as Dogmeat trots alongside him, tongue lolling out of her mouth. "Sleazy, dirty, bright," he says. Then, his eyes catch the tallest building in the row of casinos—the top a massive roulette wheel with its spire pointing to heaven. He has to amend his opinion, for the first time since he stepped foot in Vegas as a healthy human. "Ain't the worst watering hole, though."

"We're not going to get shot at right through the gate?"

Despite himself, Cooper smiles. He draws down the brim of his hat as low as he can without losing vision.

"Nah," he says. "All we gotta say is that Lizzie Holliday put in a good word for us."

#fallout #fallout show #fallout new vegas #courier/the ghoul #what would i even call this pairing like?????#ghoulier? mailghoul? coopzie????????

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