#these eyebrows will literally exit the top of my forehead

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Who was writing all them songs? In your room.

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Suffocation: Gojo Satoru x Reader

Suffocation MLIST Summary: Breakfast with Gojo leaves you with more questions than answers, but just maybe, you do have some room in your life for the white-haired sorcerer. Only if he plays his cards right. And damn, is he already doing a fantastic job. Wc: 5, 112 Warnings: none!

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A gentle touch on your arm stirred you awake. 

Contently, you were mid-yawn before your instincts took over, and you lurched forward, smacking your forehead against another. 

"Jeez!" A low, husky voice complained as your vision and comprehension focused. It was Gojo, and he was rubbing his forehead mid-laugh. 

You winced, bringing your own hands to cover your face. "I'm sorry," you groaned. And when you finally felt the pain on your eyebrow fading, you peeked through your fingers and realized you were only wearing underwear and a baggy shirt. And he was only wearing boxers. 

Your head shot up, instantly forming a glare. "What happened to knocking?" You scolded, throwing the comforter over your exposed lower half. 

"You're literally in my room!" Gojo raised his eyebrows, mouth agape. "In my bed?" 

Glancing around and finally taking it all in, you huffed in defeat. You flopped back against the pillows, hiding your face to avoid staring at his toned chest. There was no way you were going to apologize again. Judging by the sun's position peaking through the windows, it was too early for that. "Get out and let me change," you replied with embarrassment, sighing loudly. 

"Kicking me out of my own room?" Gojo teased. "What if I wanted to watch?" 

"Oh?" You taunted with tiredness, refusing to lift your head, finding comfort in your smug response. 

"What if I kick you in the nuts?" 

"Fiesty…" he raised his hands in surrender, backtracking out of the room. You opened your eyes again and watched him pretend he was writing down notes on an imaginary list. "Not a morning person." Check. "Got it!" 

Once the door shut, you hurried out of bed and zipped open your backpack. You winced when you realized all you had was a tank top and hoodie. It was better than nothing, better than giving him the satisfaction of wearing his shirt. 

You couldn't help but want to at least look presentable with what you had. You applied some chapstick and brushed through your hair before exiting the room and meeting a now fully clothed Gojo in the kitchen. 

The smell of coffee greeted you, and you sighed with relief. There was no reason for you to be so groggy, but you were, and your muscles ached. Not from the bed, but from the strain your muscles had gone through the night before. God, you could still hear the sound of your car imploding on itself. Your elbow still ached from smashing against the cracked glass to crawl out of the window. 

Still hazy, you slumped into the breakfast bar chair, elbows propping against the granite countertop. "You like coffee?" You asked, watching as he started to pour you a cup. 

"Cream and sugar?" That was all he said in return. You nodded. 

His cup was next, and the second the steaming liquid was finished pouring, he took it to his lips. 

Sneering at the thought of a burning tongue, your hands cradled the mug before you. But before you could say anything else, the tempting aroma of frying food filled your nose. You tilted your head past Gojo's towering frame and found bacon and eggs frying on the stovetop. There was more than enough for two. 

You glanced back at him in disbelief. He had already shown you enough kindness, and this was the last thing you expected. It felt domestic and didn't make you cringe or shy away. Instead, it made you start blushing, and you hated it. 

"You need energy." Gojo shrugged. 

"I could have-" 

"None of that," Gojo interjected. "You've been through enough." 

Contemplating your response, you brought the coffee to your lips and took an apprehensive sip. It was the perfect temperature. Your eyelids twitched as you relished in the flavor. 

With satisfied, upturned lips, Gojo turned around and separated a portion for you. "So, Y/N, tell me what you want," he asked, needing to know the answer before he let himself fall harder, to do things to and for you that he had never dreamed of doing for a woman. 

"Meaning?" You questioned, taking another sip. 

"Do you want me to find a reason for you to leave or to stay?" 

It was blunt. But you appreciated it. There were many reasons for you to do either. Following your heart had brought you to Jujutsu High, and you felt it wanted you to stay—at least for the remainder of your paid time off. Two weeks was enough time to know, grow, and figure it all out. 

If Gojo was willing to be blunt, you would grant him the same. 

"I want to stay," you replied. "At least, for now." 

"You want—"

"Yes." Your throat felt tight. Perhaps it was from sleeping in a new atmosphere and climate, but you suspected it was from his presence and what he was doing for you. What he had promised before, what you wanted to explore. "I want you to teach me." 

Jujustu sorcery wasn't foreign to you, but the possibilities were. What he had already shown you in 24 hours was enough to crave a greater understanding. 

Gojo placed the food in front of you, handing you a pair of chopsticks. 

Taking them, you hesitated, poking at the eggs as if they would reveal the answer you were looking for. 

Was it wise to be honest with Gojo? You contemplated. He had been watching over your brother, but that wasn't enough conviction to relent, to bow down and follow his lead. Even if he had given you his bed for the night and made you breakfast, even if he made you feel butterflies—you had gotten this far on your own. The power you already had, was all because of you, what you suffered through. 

You had been alone your entire life. That was true, but that didn't mean you had to be forever. 

You glanced up at him, softening as you realized he'd been waiting for your truthful answer the whole time. If you could read him, it was naive to think he couldn't also understand you. 

"I want to protect Yuji…" you started, speaking before critically thinking. "This wasn't what I was expecting but that's because I have never met anyone like me. I assumed he wouldn't share the same gift. But I'm happy we do." 

"It's dangerous," Gojo said softly but with a hint of warning. 

"Clearly," you laughed through your nose, finally being able to stomach a bite of food. Once you swallowed, you continued. "But I've lived long enough to understand the repercussions. I've spent my entire life wondering what my true purpose was, feeling out of place, seeing things nobody else could. I've understood what I could on my own, but I want more." 

You paused to take another bite, wondering if Gojo would interrupt you again. But he didn't. 

Swallowing, you continued, "I'm not oblivious either. I know you're powerful, I can sense it without knowing everything. But this time I want to understand it all and not turn away. "Another bite of food. "I don't want to go back to the office and see my patients suffering." Your eyes darkened. "The curses constricting around them and not being able to help." 

For your own twisted relief, you laughed. "I thought I was crazy, that's why I studied psychology…tried all the medications I could." You began to poke your breakfast again, not even noticing that Gojo had sat beside you. "But it had been something else all along. All those notebooks I filled with what I thought was gibberish are turning out to be for a reason." 

All those nights you spent sobbing, crying out to God for an explanation. From all the loss you'd suffered, the loneliness, the pain, the bad decisions that only confused you more. 

The cure was right before you, and you were still hesitating, on edge, and cautious. 

You turned your gaze to him. "You called it a gift." 

Did you even deserve that compliment? 

"I wasn't lying." Gojo stuffed his mouth with food, finding it hard to look at you even with a blindfold on. The conviction in your eyes was enough, the way they threatened to tear over. The color of your irises was beautiful—you were perfect, everything he hadn't ever thought to ask for presented to him in a moment he'd never expected. "Y/N, you captivate me." 

He didn't even realize what he'd said until he watched your eyes widen, and your entire expression shift into meekness. "How sweet of you," You replied lowly, your cheeks clearly dusting with pink. 

Sweet? Maybe. Gojo tried to remember a moment when someone had complimented him that way. It didn't matter if someone had. It meant the world coming from you. The time you'd already taken to get to know him and deal with his company. He tried to think of something witty, but your openness beckoned his own to come forth. "I want you to stay…as selfish as that is." Selfish because he was attracted to you, and selfish because you were useful. Were those reasons all that bad? 

No, they were not. But knowingly inviting you into this realm of uncertainty would be. Even if you expressed that the standard alternative was just as hard. Life hadn't been easy on you. 

The plate before you was empty, and you pushed it away. "Maybe we can both find out what it means to be selfish for once." 

"Would it be selfish if I was still putting you first?" Gojo asked, almost without sarcasm, before it instinctively took over. "I never indulge in my cravings." 

His eyes were all over you. Your ability confirmed as much, even if you couldn't physically see his gaze. 

"I'm being selfish enough as it is," you replied quickly. "Disregarding the responsibilities of what I have back home, the people that rely on me, the life I thought I wanted to live. My friends…" you trailed off. You almost said family. But your family was no more. Your family was Itadori. And you had gone over a decade without thinking of that name, your given name, your birthright. 

The explanation of your predisposed insanity. 

Gojo's hand covered yours. Not insanity. No, it was a gift. Letting his fingers glide through and intertwine with yours, you felt relief and safety. 

"Can I trust you?" You whispered, still unable to look over at him, staring at the empty plate and trying to calm yourself down by counting the crumbs left behind. 

"Yes." His shoulders relaxed, and so did his hold on your hand. He didn't want to let it go, so he turned your palm up and nudged his thumb along the softness of your skin. "I'll make the arrangments as soon as I can." 

"What does that mean?" 

"Whatever you want it to mean," he replied from his heart. He meant it even if it sounded otherwise. Gojo was confused by his submission to your questions and your wants. But he would be damned to refuse your needs. 

That's how you took it. You knew he hadn't forgotten his promises last night, what was supposedly going to happen later that evening. A tour, some drinks. Whatever you requested from the strip mall that you'd taken notice of your way through the suburbs of Tokyo. 

You snickered. Possibly the first genuine one you could've mustered since meeting him, since confirming all of your suspicions. Gojo was satisfied to know it was because of him. 

"Do I get my own room?" 

The sorcerer laughed, too. "Of course." 

"A kitchen?" You raised your eyebrows. "Something like you have here?" You gestured around, insinuating that the remaining vacant rooms down the hall were only bedrooms, bare necessity dorms that couldn't suit an adult woman like you.

"If you want it." He smiled. What he wanted to reply might have been considered inappropriate. You deserved what you requested, even if he knew you would be content residing in his space with him. But that would take time. Gojo was still battling to not flirt excessively and outwardly with you. 

Tongue gliding over your lips, you bit down anxiously, squeezing his hand simultaneously. "For now." 

He squeezed your hand back before pulling it away. He had to distract himself and retreat, feeling his breath catch at how plump and kissable your lips were. The craving to just lean down and kiss you had happened too many times already, and the urge grew stronger each time it crossed his mind.

All Gojo could seem to think about was how peaceful you had looked sprawled across his bed, ass poking half out from underneath the comforter, hardly covered by your pink lace panties. 

"What?" You questioned with raised eyebrows, noticing the smirk threatening to grow on his lips, the flush of his cheeks that weren't covered. 

"Nothing!" He replied right after your question sounded, the stool screeching against the hardwood with how fast he jumped from his seat. He quickly recovered, reaching for your empty plate and setting it over his. "Just planning out the day for you." 

Watching him frantically try to clean, you sighed and pushed onto the stool with the intent to help him. It was the least you could do after the welcomed surprise. "What are you thinking should be first?" You asked, snatching the plates from his hands and nudging him away from the sink with your hips. 

Gojo's expression was dumbfounded. He was frozen, wondering why he initially wanted to reach out and grab your ass. Once the shock of it all disappeared, he glimpsed the smug yet masked look of innocence in your expression. He noted that he would punish you for it once you uttered your consent. 

Reaching under the sink beside you, he pulled out a spray and twirled the bottle around his pointer finger. "Maybe I want to get you drunk first and see what you can actually do." 

You raised an eyebrow, as if you suspected that was what his retort would be. "That's why I asked you out for drinks." 

"Clever," he spoke aloud, followed by the squeak of the disinfectant bottle. 

The faucet began to trickle with hot water once you turned it on. Comfortable silence filled the usually quaint apartment as you scrubbed the dishes, taking note of where Gojo stored items in the cupboards, how he cleaned, his preferences. 

Despicable. You cursed yourself. What the hell were you trying to do? You were no housewife. You had a degree, a business, no need for a man in your life. Yet you still finished washing the dishes and set them aside to dry. This was the last night you would spend in his space. You didn't know his intentions, whether he would be grateful for your contribution or not. But the fact was that you had done it without asking. As if it was normal. 

You knew you didn't owe him anything. The notion of repayment hadn't even crossed your mind. You weren't doing it to impress him, or to give thanks. So why? 

The hairs on the back of your neck shot up, a chilling realization zipping down your spine. 

Gojo was already making you feel safe. What he had accomplished was your security. A promise made that hadn't been broken. 

Wiping your hands dry with the dish towel, you turned to find him waiting, leaning against the kitchen island. "Thank you," he said. "You didn't have to." 

"You didn't have to make me breakfast either." You stared back intensely. 

"Is that a big deal?" 

You looked away. "Maybe." 

"It doesn't matter what I want from you, Y/N." He set his elbow against the countertop. "The choice will always be yours." 

"What do you want from me?" 

Gojo shrugged, not like he didn't know, but he wasn't willing to admit it. "I don't know." 

"Don't lie to me." Your tone was firm, a challenge.

"What you're willing to give." The sincerity in his tone was apparent. 

"I've already promised you my entire day. So what do you think we should do first?" 

"A tour of the campus of course," He chuckled. "Yuji wants some alone time with you." 

"And what after?" You raised an eyebrow. 

"I said I would take you out, didn't I?" 

"Is that a date?" 

"Oh!" He threw his head back with laughter, elongating it on purpose. "That's what you want it to be, huh Y/N?" 

You chucked the dishtowel at his face, but he caught it before it could make contact. Gojo began to fold it, delaying his retort to make you overthink and squirm. 

Then, he nodded toward his bedroom, where all your current possessions unfortunately resided. "Go make yourself feel prettier than you already are." 

Your stomach flipped. But you still refused to move without an obvious answer. 

Gojo smirked. "You have twenty minutes."  

You wouldn't find out until weeks later that Gojo had instinctively turned his infinity off to hold your hand, be close to you, and touch you—without realizing it himself. 

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It took you a bit longer than twenty minutes to feel satisfied, but Gojo hadn't commented on it. You would emerge breathtaking either way. 

Now, you were gazing at a well-kept traditional sports stadium, your purse hanging loosely off your shoulder, Gojo standing far too close on the other side. There were multiple students in uniform sparring in the middle of the field; the only one you recognized to be Yuji. Whether or not you suspected or wanted him to be fighting so intensely with his fists, he was. The other students were just as determined.

It made you nervous, but it was admirable. Attendance was small, but they were close-knit. That mattered: if they complemented each other, if they could work together, if they could make a difference. 

"Are you the only teacher?" You asked, adjusting your strap higher up on your shoulder, eyes entranced by the multiple forms of cursed energy erupting in front of you. 

"No," Gojo replied. "Others specialize in different studies, but I'm the main guardian if I'm present." 

"Where would you be?" 

"Wherever I'm needed," he chuckled. "Which is more often than I'd like."

"So you really are the strongest?" You pried, gaze still focused ahead. You had assumptions from your gut feeling, but half were based on what you had picked up from Gojo and Yuji. Excitement bubbled inside you from what you could learn from the other students and staff you still had to meet. 

"And how did you come to that conclusion?" The sorcerer tilted his head down at you, arms crossed. 

It was bold, but you pushed your finger into his chest, on the exact spot that you could hear the rhythmic beating of his heart. You didn't have to say anything, and Gojo didn't need to ask. 

A vixen you were. Gojo wondered if you realized, to a curse user or ordinary person. You used every piece of information you learned to further your knowledge. It was funny, because you had pretended to know nothing at first. Every second he spent with you disproved his initial assumptions. 

The two of you had gone unnoticed for over ten minutes. You preferred it that way and were satisfied, curiosity invading your thoughts of the places you still were yet to see. 

Then, you thought about what you'd seen before bumping into Gojo yesterday. "Show me the gardens." 

"How did you know?" 

"The map is pretty straightforward." You shrugged. All the trails were documented, even if the meaning was absent. But there was a small cemetery past the onterage of blossoms and foliage. It did not matter what part of the mystery was calling out to you. You would find it.  

"It was where we met." Your tone was delicate, not too forceful or too soft. There was a heartfelt emotion behind it, and Gojo was unsure how to analyze it. "There was a discrete trail. If you hadn't stopped me, thats where I would have gone." 

Trying to think of a reply, Gojo watched you raise your hand and enthusiastically wave. The students had noticed your presence. Yuji seemed particularly happy to see you, the call of your name echoing throughout the stadium.  

"I promise it's nothing special." Gojo seemed dumbfounded, not because you were wrong, but because he hadn't remembered the landscape of where he first saw you. The campus was blind to him. Most of his life and memories were rooted there, and nothing seemed extraordinary to him anymore. But when he saw you, it was as if he'd seen the world and all of its entirety again. Nothing else mattered more, and that's why his soul was searching for a more straightforward answer, unclouded by the distraction of your perfection. Were you part of the answer? 

For almost a decade, Gojo had walked through life believing he had figured it all out. 

"Special or not." You glanced up at him. "It's part of the tour," you teased before descending the bleacher steps. 

Itadori raced over to you before you even reached the grass. "How are you big sis?" He asked, arms reaching out like he wanted to hug you. 

"Cm'here," You giggled, pulling him into an embrace before he could retreat. You ruffled up his hair for good measure, eyes softening at the content smile he shot you before turning to his curious peers. 

“This is my sister, Y/N Itadori.” Yuji grinned, bending down with his arms like he was presenting you to an auction crowd. A boy with fluffy black hair and a cute girl with a bob stared back at you, clearly annoyed with Yuji's overreaction. 

"That's your sister?" The boy blinked in disbelief. 

"No way you're related!" The girl also seemed dumbstruck. "She's too pretty to be related to a rat!" 

"Hey!" Yuji pouted. 

Unsure of how to reply, you glanced nervously at Gojo. 

But, of course, he would only participate. That much you had learned about him. "Right? Shouldn't she be a model?" 

"And Yuji would be like… the…" The girl tapped her finger against her cheek, deep in thought. 

"Don't say, manager." The boy grumbled. "He's not smart enough for that." 

"You guys suck." Yuji deflated, etching a laugh out of the girl. It all seemed to be good fun. You later learned their names as Megumi and Nobara, the only two students in Yuji's freshmen class. 

After a passing introduction, all three of them started to bombard you with questions. 

"How long are you staying?" Yuji asked enthusiastically. 

"Is Gojo going to train you then?" 

"What can you do?" 

"A few things." You shrugged. "Nothing with crazy combat… more on the sidelines." 

"Like?" Megumi asked, his interest finally piqued. 

Nervously, you itched at your neck. You didn't know how to explain it or make it sound cool to a group of teenagers who were far more capable than you. "If it makes sense, I can see souls. Well, the color of them..." 

"She can also see the future," Gojo added lowly. 

"What color am I?" Nobara jumped up and down, Gojo's comment flying past her head. 

"She said mine was sunset orange!" Yuji boasted. "How cool is that?" 

"Megumi's is probably poop brown." Nobara pointed at him and cackled mischievously. 

Once the laughter died down, Megumi made the mistake of locking eyes with you. In turn, you gained access. He was more challenging to get through, no regular human boy, a sorcerer with enough training to fortify barriers, but weak enough for you to slip by. 

A roaring ocean at dusk, low hanging clouds that threatened to release at any moment. But there was another layer behind the grey—a yellow warmth that promised to kiss the dark ocean and reveal the blue beauty once again. 

"Midnight blue." Your eyes softened, understanding the reasonings behind his aloof and perceivingly cold demeanor. The lack of affection for those he cared about and how it would be misconstrued. 

Everyone turned their attention to you. How did that even make sense? 

But when they glanced back to Megumi, it was a precise explanation and more. He somewhat pouted from the attention but did not seem to disagree with you. 

"Me next!" Nobara pleaded, still unsure how you were doing it but staring at you with the same curiosity as the others. 

Looking into her eyes, you saw shades of reds and pinks, blending together with a spunky uniqueness you hadn't seen in anyone else before. Confidence and neon signs, a shade of mature lipstick, and high heels that clicked down obsidian tiles of luxury brand stores. But there was more than that; you saw tulips and kimonos of the same shade, dripping blood with unruly power. A sarcastic yet loyal type of love. 

It made you simper. "Rogue pink." You pointed to your cheeks and gestured at her to do the same. The makeup was light but placed delicately on her cheeks, rosy enough but feisty. 

"That's definitely you." Yuji nodded at Nobara. "You should see her room."

The young girl seemed satisfied, slightly shocked at how you guessed her favorite color. But she smirked at you, and you smiled back—both of you smitten about something the boys wouldn't understand. 

"Okay!' Gojo clapped his hands together. "Introductions are complete! Get back to work before you start boring poor Y/N." 

"It wasn't boring," you assured. "But he's right, it seems like you all have a lot to prepare for. Especially you, Yuji." 

"Noooo!" Yuji deflated. "Can't she stay and watch?" 

"Even better, she'll be training with us tomorrow!" 

"What!?" All four of you asked in unison. 

Tomorrow? Did you even want to? Hardly anything had been discussed yet or adequately planned. You still had people to meet and responsibilities to sort out. Before you could even ask another question, or fathom why you needed to begin so early, Gojo started speaking again. 

"Fine," he threw his head back in a defeated sigh. "I'll give her three days to settle in!" 

"You're ridiculous," Nobara huffed. 

Clearly, that much was obvious. But there were things you and Gojo knew that the students did not, and you would rather have him act oblivious and lighthearted around them in the meantime. Especially as you pieced your future together. 

Even if you were skeptical and fearful, you agreed to stay. The knowledge that you would come to know never promised to be easy. In fact, Gojo warned you of the dangers. It was all for Yuji in the end. And you were desperate to help him keep that innocence and happiness in his eyes. 

"I have to finish giving her a tour of campus." Gojo held his arm out for you. 

You took his arm, much to the surprise of the students. It was all to act unbothered by what lay in your uncertain future. Those scribbled prophecies could only reveal so much of the present.

"I'll catch up with you tomorrow, okay Yuji?" You smiled. "There's some things I have to sort through first." 

"Adult duties!" Gojo cheered beside you, tugging you away. "Of course Gojo sensei can help with whatever Y/N desires!" 

"I don't want to know what that means," Megumi grumbled to Yuji and Nobara as they all watched you walk away, disgustingly joyful to be so close to Gojo. 

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Shopping bags weighed you down, the plastic handles digging into your skin. Gojo was struggling with triple the weight, yet the smile on his face remained. He was able to purchase everything you needed to remain comfortable. It wasn't much, but he bought everything you gained the courage to ask for. 

And it was not even 9pm. 

"Still on for drinks?" Gojo asked as you both dumped the bags on your new bed. A chuckle left your lips as you unpacked some of the amenities you desperately needed. The apartment was reasonably spacious, equipped with a bedroom and bathroom. Nothing special, but it was enough. 

It was more than you needed, the equivalent of the motel room you'd been desperate to return to only a day before. But this time, you were protected. 

Biting down on your lip, you thought about your apartment back in the city. That was where you were most comfortable. Would you be comfortable here? Enough to stay? 

It was for Yuji. You told yourself, then turned to face Gojo. "Is there a place close by?" 

"I can actually take you anywhere in the world." He said with a surprisingly serious tone. There was an invitation in it, asking where you would want to go if you could. But it was also just the truth, and the innuendo excited you in both ways. "But I would prefer to stay close, traveling that far makes me sleepy sometimes." 

"And you want to stay up with me, huh?" You teased. 

"How'd you know you?" His mouth dropped open. 

You threw a new sweater at him, huffing in annoyance at his over-exaggeration. "Yes, we can go then." 

"I guess we'll see if you can outdrink me?" He smirked. 

"Once you start answering my questions I'll know that's when you had enough," you snickered. 

"Hmmm…" Gojo pursed his lips. "Not when I let you you take off my blindfold?" 

You immediately flushed. "I wouldn't do that!" 

"I believe you," he said with a chuckle. "But I don't believe you can out drink me… you're too weak." 

He lowered his face to yours to get a better look as if he were studying you. It really wasn't fair that you couldn't see his eyes. “And short… and…” 

"What?" You scoffed. 

"Beautiful," he whispered. 

Your breath hitched in your throat, and so did any attempt at a rebuttal. The teasing always quickly turned into compliments, and there was no denying that you didn't mind. How was he able to make you speechless for a second time that day? 

"Beautiful girls don't drink a lot of alcohol," he said sarcastically. "So it's looking like I'll win." 

He switched so fast, but you saw his hesitation, his preference to make the moment stretch just a little longer. The way his lips parted, the way you looked at his lips that were only inches away. 

Had you wanted him to kiss you? 

"Let me change quick!" You tittered. "Then we can be on our way." 

Satisfied to see how evidently flustered you were by his proximity, Gojo pulled his head back and stepped away from you. "Alright, go ahead," he said, but he didn't move. 

"Outside the room." You glared. 

"Maybe next time," he sighed but then started laughing. You rolled your eyes and pushed him out of your room. Under the fabric of his uniform, you could feel the hard muscles of his back. He was solid and heavy, and you knew you could only push him because he allowed it. 

Once the door closed, you leaned against the back of it and exhaled. Irritatingly enough, your face was consumed with a grin. Gojo had called you beautiful. 

The way he said it, too, caused your cheeks to remain hot. Were you that easy to impress? 

No… no man had ever caught your eye the way he had. 

Maybe you'd find some answers at the bar, where you could loosen up. Maybe with a bit of liquor in him, he could open up. 

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When Lando feels the consciousness seep through his body, he blinked a few times to realize the sun was shining brightly through the blinds on your window. Chuckling softly to himself, he looked down to see your sleeping figure that was snoring lightly. He leaned down to place a soft kiss on your forehead, which caused you to stir and stretch your legs out before looking up at him with a sleepy smile.

“Good morning, darling,” Lando smiled, rubbing your back gently, “You want to get breakfast?”

Shaking your head, you snuggled closer to your boyfriend and draped your leg over his hip, “It’s too early.”

“I doubt it is,” He mumbled, grabbing his phone to check the time and turned it back off, “It’s quarter to eight. You sure you’re not hungry?”

Before you could disagree, your grumbling stomach gave you away, which elicited a hearty laugh from Lando and you smiled sheepishly up at him, “On second thought, maybe I am.”

Lando sat up on the bed and patted your head gently before exiting the room to prepare breakfast in the kitchen, “Just follow when you’re ready getting up.”

As you laid in bed for a few more minutes, you yawned and rubbed your eyes before getting up and dragging your feet to the kitchen to inhale the smell of pancakes being cooked.

“You want some coffee, love?” You mumble, hugging him from behind and looking up at him, “Latte or cappuccino?”

Lando kissed the top of your head before flipping the pancakes and waiting for it to cook, “A latte would be lovely.”

Responding with a hum, you pulled away to make coffee for the two of you while Lando set the pancakes on a plate, “You wanna do anything today?”

“I don’t know actually,” You shrugged, setting the mug down on the kitchen island and grabbing the place mats and utensils, “I was thinking that we could just stay at home?”

Lando grinned, turning to look at you as he set the plate full of pancakes on the table, “Our minds amazing as always.”

“Plus, I think our apartment needs general cleaning,” You trailed off, grabbing a pitcher of water and sitting down on the chair, “Don’t think you’re going to lounge around.”

“Oh, c’mon,” He pouted, taking the seat across you and grabbing pancakes with the fork and knife to set some on your plate, “I wanted to watch films with you!”

“Tsk, I sense a liar when I hear one,” You clicked your tongue and placed some maple syrup over his pancakes and yours, “You don’t even like the films I like!”

“They’re too serious and dark,” Lando defended as he sliced his pancakes and took a bite, “Way too long, too!”

“Excuse me, it’s cinema at its finest,” You argued, mirroring his actions, “You have to be an individual of taste to appreciate it.”

Lando rolled his eyes and pointed the fork towards you as he chewed the pancakes in his mouth, eliciting a snicker from you, “I am a man of taste. I’m dating you.”

“Oh please, Mr. Norris,” You laughed and threw your head back, “Stop with the flatteries.”

“Takes one to know one,” He grinned, taking a sip of his coffee before leaning over the table to wipe the maple syrup from the corner of your mouth, “Such a messy eater.”

Smiling softly, you leaned back on your chair with your cup of coffee in your hands, “Second floor yours, first floor mine?”

“Under one condition though,” Lando looked at you, a teasing glint in his eyes, “I’m not tending the garden.”

“Not tending the garden, you say,” You raised an eyebrow, setting down the mug on the table and crossing your arms, “You wanna sleep on the couch?”

“It’s a lot of work,” He whined, a frown etched on his face, “I don’t wanna do it by myself.”

“Sometimes I wonder how much of an idiot you are,” You nonchalantly stated, whacking the backside of his head with your free hand as you brought the dishes to the sink, “You’re helping me!”

Lando laughed as he stood up to follow you and hug your side while you washed the dishes, “I’m kidding, of course I will!”

“You’re just saying that so you don’t sleep on the couch,” You smiled teasingly, splashing water on him, “Stop being a koala.”

“I’m your favorite koala anyways,” He grinned, hugging you tighter and kissing your temple, “I love you.”

You turned to look at him with a small smile, referencing a film franchise that you two loved the most, “I know.”

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Prompts! “Well well well, if it isn’t the feelings I’ve been trying to avoid” for RayRaggie.

The little room they put him in was blessedly silent. The chairs weren't the most comfortable thing, but well, it was an interrogation room. They weren't supposed to be comfortable.

Reggie rested his forehead on the steel table, his leg bouncing in a steady beat. He felt... fizzy, somehow. Like a soda can that had been shaken and then put back in the fridge for an unsuspecting victim.

The door opened, and an agent stepped through. "Doctor Peters."

Reggie's head shot up from the table, and he sat up straight.

Oh no. "Oh no."

Agent Molina raised an eyebrow at him, and sat down in the chair across from him.

"Am I in trouble? They wouldn't send a Level 7 agent if I weren't in trouble oh my god are they firing me aren't they? They're firing me and I'm going to have to be a barista somewhere because I can't put down Top Secret Government Lab as my former work experience."

Agent Molina smiled a comforting smile. "You're not in trouble, and you're not getting fired. They sent me because I'm experienced in truth serum. We're just trying to figure out what happened."

Oh thank god. "Oh thank god," he breathed out.

"When did you realise you'd been doused with truth serum?"

"Well, probably when I was holding a vial of truth serum to put in the centrifuge and I slipped and it spilled all over me."

"That would do it," Agent Molina said. "Were you wearing your agency issued shoes?"

"Yeah. I just tripped over my own feet because I was dancing along to music and I didn't mean to say that part."

"Truth serum will do that to you," Agent Molina nodded. "Besides the whole truth telling part, it lowers your inhibitions, so you blurt out basically everything you're thinking."

"I'm thinking about how if they fire me I can never get another one of those chocolate caramel muffins from the cafeteria." Wow, Agent Molina was right. "You were right, I am just blurting everything out. Even more so than usual. I mean I'm a dork and a blabber mouth at the best of times but I literally cannot stop talking and I hate it."

"How are you feeling?" Agent Molina asked.

"Really bad," Reggie said. "I ran into Agent Shaw and told him he couldn't pull off the man bun he was sporting and he looked really sad about it. I thought it was for an assignment but it turns out he was Trying Something New."

"I meant physically," Agent Molina clarified, looking rather amused.

Oh. "Oh. Um, fizzy."

"No trouble breathing, sweating, or increased heart rate?"

Reggie took stock of his body. "Only that last one, but that's 'cause you're so hot and I always get a little flustered when you're around and oh my god you weren't supposed to know about that."

Agent Molina looked a little startled at that.

He thunked his head on the table. "Well, well, well, if it isn't the feelings I've been trying to avoid. I'm so sorry, Agent Molina, I know you're totally not interested in a dorky scientist ten years your junior but you're just such a DILF and when you smile your eyes crinkle and if you could just kill me now that would be great thank you."

"It's alright," Agent Molina said. "We all say things we didn't mean to share when we're under truth serum. Back in the academy when we were learning to deal with being interrogated while dosed, I managed to successfully complete the assignment and then immediately after exiting the exam room tell my roommate I would have liked to have sex with him but him leaving his dirty underwear all around our room was a massive turn-off."

"How did that work out?" Reggie asked, moving his head up off the table.

"The dorm room was spotless the last six weeks of training," Agent Molina said, winking.

Reggie giggled helplessly, then whined and thunked his head back down. "Stop looking so hot it's unfair and now my crush will never go away and we have the same lunch hours and I won't be able to get the chocolate caramel muffins ever again anyway."

"I'm sorry," Agent Molina said. He did not sound particularly apologetic.

"You don't sound sorry." Reggie pouted at his shoelaces. "You got what you came for, the dumbass scientist just tripped, no foul play, no OSHA violations. Can I suffer my embarrassment in peace now?"

"I'm afraid someone has to sit with you and watch you for the next couple of hours," Agent Molina said. Reggie whined again. Maybe if he thunked his head against the table hard enough, he could make himself unconscious. "Stop that, you're going to have a headache tomorrow anyway. Now, the basic key to not saying anything you don't want to say while on truth serum is to talk about something else and keep steering the conversation to that. What can you talk about for hours on end?"

"Star Wars," Reggie blurted out. "Oh god now you know I'm a nerd."

"I like Star Wars," Agent Molina said. "What's your favourite movie?"

They talked about Star Wars for two hours, and Reggie only veered off topic to explain fanfiction and the existence of Coffee Shop AUs for like, twenty minutes. Agent Molina didn't ask anything that would make him say anything embarrassing (or well, he tried), and then when Reggie started to get sleepy, he guided him to one of the rooms on base where agents could sleep in between assignments or after stake outs.

He reassured Reggie he'd be outside the door for the next four hours, after which the serum would have worn off, but that Reggie would probably sleep for much longer. He got clearance for a few days off on medical leave afterwards, so he could lick his wounds in his own apartment (and binge read his favourite 50k coffee shop AU, of course).

When he finally did go back to work, he was very much not expecting Agent Molina to show up at his lab balancing a bag with two chocolate caramel muffins on top of two coffees, asking if maybe he'd be interested in going to drink them together.

So maybe truth serum wasn't all that bad.

[ksiondzkanexkiii]

MAYBE YOU'RE NOT A BAD PERSON

Chapter Ten

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Price thought it would be hard for Jinx to get into school mode of waking up in the morning to go to school and then returning to his apartment to do homework and then continue working. That she would complain about getting up early just as he was waking her up at five o'clock to go jogging with him even if the doctor forbade him to do it at least it distracted him from work and the pain in his leg, admittedly he was supposed to spare himself, but he overlooked that fact.

Looking at the teenage girl looking at herself in the mirror correcting her hair and looking at her body judging and trying new fashion tricks stuffing a T-shirt into her pants or tucking it up to resemble a top, but each time she frowned her face looking at Price who only shook his head when I think it looks ugly.

- What are we doing, anyway? - Asked the captain finally, smoking his cigar - Why are you experimenting like this? - he added after a moment, looking at the teenager, who was now still rearranging her hair reflexively after the last time she pulled off her loose shirt, her blue eyes rested on him and shrugged her shoulders. He crossed his arms over his chest and raised a brow

- Because I'm curious," she muttered again, maneuvering her shirt to look good in it

- Because? Curiosity doesn't come out of nowhere, literally doesn't come out of nowhere at six in the morning," he squeezed his arms tighter on his chest raising his eyebrow even higher turning his head, "Something going on at school? - He inquired while watching her back and yet focused his gaze on the reflection in the mirror so he could see her face. He knew that the teenage years were one big challenge for a parent or legal guardian as he was, but he thought Jinx was either not interested in her appearance or had long since discovered what she liked

Yet here he was surprised

- Jinx? - He called out, wanting to get the attention of the teenager, who continued to look at herself in the mirror - Are you listening to me at all? -

- He didn't. - She only shrugged her shoulders, but a mischievous smile adorned her face suggesting to him that she did. She heard him, but ignored him, wrinkling her forehead - I don't like it when you ignore me - He muttered, continuing to watch her

- Just wants to change or is that a bad thing? -

- No, that's not a bad thing. But behind every change, there is a reason that he wants to know - and he wants to know it.

- My style has worn off -

- You can lie to everyone but me Jinx. -

- I'm not lying, not everything I say is a lie - She hissed like a snake turning on her heel to look at him with reproach in her eyes that how dare he tell her she was lying when she was telling the truth. No, she wasn't telling the truth in the sense of a half-truth pronounced and yet it hurt when he stated that she was lying. She doesn't always lie, she only lies when she is forced to do so and considers it the only path of defense he was already about to chastise her when a knock sounded at the door.

A teacher would come to escort Jinx to school. Someone had to escort her to and from school like a small child, but safety issues are important, no one trusted her especially since she had tried to run away many times in previous places that were supposed to , "rehabilitate" her or as Price prefers to call it, "adapt her to society" his brow furrowed.

He watched Jinx vigorously take her backpack, the school she liked was suspicious to Price. He gets too excited or maybe it's just him being overly sensitive about everything and this is normal? He never had a child so all the more reason to raise a teenager. But she is not even his child

- Jinx! - He called out to the teenager, who was already at the exit door to run out of his apartment without even looking at Mr. Hamilton, when Jinx turned around Price threw an apple, which she caught, smiled gently and muttered a quiet , "Thank you" he watched the door close and a heavy sigh left the Captain's lips as he sank down on the couch again wiping his face with the top of his hand. It could have been an interesting ten months of school and it's only September! And yet it continues to be warm in London.

Jinx walked almost bouncing in place with excitement at every storefront she looked at in her reflection in the window judging how she looked obsessively correcting her hat or hair - Woah! Woah! - giggled Hamilton looking at the red-haired teenager who walked in front of him

- The first day of school you didn't look like that - He stated watching her with curiosity while improving his laptop bag slung over his shoulder, the brunet dressed in a warm autumn coat wrapped himself tighter to keep the heat that escaped from his body and brown eyes watched the teenager closely to rebuke her for her behavior if necessary, the beige pants were just asking to fall over in the big mud. At least that's what Jinx thought, but she preferred not to say it out loud - What made you change? - He raised a brown eyebrow and scratched his two-day-old beard

Jinx, looking over her shoulder at Mr. Hamilton, only shrugged her shoulders, "I just... I don't know," she shrugged her shoulders, calming her gait and emotions to see the paintings on the walls.

- No Jinx. These shits we ignore - He rebuked her and she only scowled silently at him - I can see that - He scolded himself

- And well. You were supposed to see," she shrugged her shoulders, smiling mischievously and sending him a look that said , "Did I hurt your ego?" a giggle left Jinx's lips as she sped up a step wanting to lose Hamilton, she wanted so badly now to be around the group of teenagers she had grown so fond of especially the Rodriguez siblings they are funny when they argue and Aria always laughs the loudest and Noah prefers to stay out of it protecting his love from the wrath of the siblings

And Isolde? She tries to calm everyone down as usual trying to control the quarrel that grows over the siblings during the day which is increasing like a dark cloud over London threatening torrential rain due to the siblings cursing in front of each other at the end of the day and so they will love each other as if nothing bad happened today.

The charms of siblings

She could only giggle thinking what would happen today. She was a week into school and she liked it, it was as if the writer who describes her wanted her to have a happy life, that after many twists and turns she finally got onto the straight path she needed to walk to be happy

Maybe she wanted to defend herself from being changed into a , "better person" maybe her mind told her to run away, steal or go back to her old habits however her body said and did something else as if it wanted to sit calmly in the car that leads her along the straight road to a happy ending.

Only had to wait until something bad happened

Even for the captain it was a surprise how the teenager did not cause trouble and supposedly was a , "heavy teenager" or , "Teenager with a bunch of problems that the officers could not handle".

Of course she didn't tell him much he didn't ask for much. She only had to follow his orders and do the routine he tried to weave into her body so that she wouldn't think about anything other than school and changing herself for the better, but he also had his classes in the rest after a few months in fact after two years he could return to the base even if he didn't return to the battlefield but only ended up in his office at the base for a few hours he was extremely happy again to smell that stench that lingered in the base from sweaty soldiers or gunpowder.

- We meet here as usual after fifteen thirty," said Hamilton looking at his watch, and Jinx didn't listen to him, she knew what to do, she had heard this formula too many times and quickly disappeared behind the school door to find her friends? I guess that's what she could call them although she didn't know them that well yet but she felt comfortable with them so she could call them friends right?

When do you call people friends?

Is this the point at which you begin to trust this person to call him a friend?

Do you just have a good conversation with her and then you can call her a friend?

Jinx didn't know the answer to this question she usually didn't trust anyone on the streets she learned that everyone was an enemy or foe less or more dangerous way they showed it by pushing or stealing food to beating and maybe even killing for supplies for winter or summer. Every food and bottle of fresh water was at a premium and continues to be in the world of the homeless, but people who have money don't think about it so much because after all they have everything in abundance they don't lack anything, and if they do lack anything they can go to the store and buy it just like that, when the homeless are thrown over the door frame when they beg for even the smallest bottle of water. Back then you had to steal even if you didn't want to, you had to survive somehow

When she felt a hard blow on her shoulder she shook off her reverie as she parted her lips and looked at the person she had bumped into. Hound. The person's belongings were lying on the ground and the girl was looking at her with such hostility in her eyes as if her family had been killed - Forgive me, I didn't see you, I was thinking," muttered Jinx quickly as she bent down to pick up the notebooks that the teenage stranger had dropped

Who looked at her like she was already her enemy number one those dirty blonde hair loose and reaching all the way to her waist long freshly done nails that were a mile long according to the redhead. A pink top that didn't cover her belly and was short-sleeved actually looked more like a sports bra than a top fortunately it was all covered up by a black leather jacket black high-waisted pants perfectly framed the teenager's legs as if she was a cheap prostitute for every boy in the neighborhood

This wouldn't even particularly surprise Jinx, she gave her things back to her hastily and wanted to get away so as not to get into any quarrel. If she had gotten into an argument she might have lost her temper and hit the poor girl the stranger opened her mouth to utter some words probably as a warning to Jinx or to vent her anger over the fact that they had bumped into each other.

However, the redhead quickly disappeared around the corner hurriedly walking to the back of the school to meet the Rodriguez siblings, Noah and Aria well she couldn't forget Isolde especially she even had cigarettes with her to give them for the past week they kept giving her this time it was she who had to repay the debt sloppy and tired of life the pack of cigarettes was in her bag waiting to be taken out.

- Hey Jinx! - Cried Aria noticing the red-haired teenager who almost jumped up walking towards them, the lowest girl in the group vigorously waved to Jinx, the rest of the group became animated seeing their new group member also waved to her.

- Hey - smiled Jinx looking at them everyone embraced each other, when they greeted each other everyone smelled of cigarette smoke except, of course, Isolde, who was the only one who did not smoke, but stood next to them effectively avoiding the cigarette smoke so as not to stink of it - I have something for you - she said and threw her backpack over her shoulder to pull out cigarettes

- What is this? - Asked curious Aria looking into Jinx's bag - Aria not nice to look into someone's backpack - Crossed her arms over her chest Ava raised her eyebrow as she spoke earning giggles from some of the group

- You gave me cigarettes so I my guardian stole," Jinx shrugged her shoulders, giving each cigarette a little crumpled apparently hard to survive transport in Jinx's bag, "And it's nothing, let him look anyway there is nothing interesting in there," she added after a while, raking herself up and raising her hand to cover the cigarette that was between her cherry lips so that the wind would not blow away her fire that came from the lighter

- Caregiver? Is that what you call your parents? - Surprised Eric, he was not used to calling his parents , "guardian" he was more likely to address them as "mom" or "dad" and not "guardian" Blue green eyes looked at the taller colleague

- He is not my father. He adopted me," Jinx explained, letting the smoke out of her mouth as she lit a cigarette and handed the lighter to Ari

- So you are adopted? - Noah's eyes lit up slightly as if he knew what it was like, the redhead only raised an eyebrow and slowly nodded. Noah's girlfriend pointed at him - His sister is also adopted," she explained in a whisper so her boyfriend wouldn't hear it, but smiled not guiltily while handing the lighter to Ava

- Oh... Not bad... I guess," shrugged Jinx's shoulders as she inhaled, the Rodriguez siblings giggled quietly, "That's good because his sister is better than he is even if she is adopted," they joked which earned the angry brown eyes of Noah who rebuked them with his eyes at which they stopped laughing

Jinx and Isolde giggled seeing the scene in front of them and Aria hugged her lover being careful, not to burn his clothes with cigarette ash - "By the way," Aria started to say with her British accent, which everyone at school has only Jinx's speech stood out, of course you could hear her British which was given to her by her mother and yet simplifying words like an American was in her blood through the genes of her father whom she hated so much her mother too, but to her she could half forgive but only twenty-five percent could forgive her the other percentages were angry with her.

-What is this guardian of yours? - Asked Noah interjecting Ari who wanted to ask something or tell a story Jinx only shrugged her shoulders not knowing how to answer

- It is good gives food is a roof over your head. We try not to get in each other's way," she shrugged her shoulders again, taking a long drag on her cigarette. It was true with Price she had a complicated relationship they both tried not to get in each other's way and not to make life difficult Come on Jinx wanted to spite him and had a ton of plans and yet her body was betraying her and doing something completely different as if her body wanted to change, but her mind was not open to change. Two conflicting views were in her mind, her thoughts didn't want to change and yet her body was entering into decisions that change her and open her to new thoughts and possibilities.

- Changing the subject - Again Aria began to speak wanting to say what she wanted to say behind before she was interrupted by Noah - You know almost all of us in the sense of you know our favorite activities, i.e. smoking - joked Aria and the group giggled - But we know almost nothing about you - accused her pointing to Jinx who raised her eyebrows

- Well, that's right - Ava's eyes brightened noticing this fact, she was about to say something further, but was interrupted by the bell heralding the start of classes, Jinx looked up at the sky to soak up the last rays of sunshine come on they were standing in the shade so she just looked at the blue sky put on her backpack again

- I have nothing interesting to say," Jinx shrugged her shoulders, "I have to go to class, are you coming with me or staying to play truant? - she asked although she probably knew the answer Noah will probably stay to smoke a cigarette to the end and it takes him a long time and Aria as a faithful lover will stay with him, Isolde will probably go with the redhead and siblings are more changeable than women.

- I'm staying to smoke a cigarette and go to the second lesson - Said Noah what Jinx predicted and Aria uttered without a loud , "I'll stay with him". - I'm coming with you," said Isolde putting on her backpack, which was white and black striped both teens looked at their siblings, who looked at each other waging an eye war trying to figure out what they were doing

- Let's go with you," said Ava wincing at her brother who groaned in displeasure Jinx and Izolde giggled again nodding their heads heading towards the classroom. Walking quietly through the halls - By the way," Jinx began to say wanting to keep the conversation going, "I ran into some girl today, she was strange," muttered Jinx and Izolde who was walking arm in arm with her looked at her surprisingly Jinx saw worry in her blue eyes

- What did she look like? - Asked Ava also having a worried look almost the same as Isolde, the redhead did not know what was going on - Well she had blonde hair similar she had terribly long nails although I should more say claws. She was dressed like a slut, because she was revealing a lot - shrugged her shoulders Jinx speaking without emotion as if it was nothing only Ava and Isolde survive Eric did not give a damn about all this

- Let me guess she had blue eyes? So very blue? -

- Yes a what? -

Isolde and Ava's worried gaze only deepened - It was probably Viktoria Herrera," said Ava quietly speculating, "I don't know what this Viktoria looks like so it's hard for me to tell," shrugged Jinx's shoulders, stopping in front of the room where they had lessons

- And you have a look as if I killed your parents and I have never killed anyone," muttered Jinx looking at everyone with furrowed brows

- Herrera is a very , "popular" girl," Izolde began to say while standing in front of Jinx

- It's just that she's rich," Eric interjected, interrupting his colleague's speech, earning him a deadly stare from Isolde and his sister

- Her parents are rich and have influence over the school, because they funded many things here - Isolde began to speak again - And she is mean as a rag and slutty as a whore - again interjected Eric gaining a snap in the occiput by his sister issued a silent , "Ow" rubbing the sore spot

- Yes, by the fact that she is rich she has everyone really on a leash. She can do what she likes everyone is her enemy, but she is neutral as you don't get under her skin most likely she wouldn't know you exist," Ava said this time on one exhale and Jinx crinkled her eyebrows

- Let me guess now I'm on her blacklist? - Asked Jinx knowing what she was getting at the Rodriguez siblings nodded their heads - Most likely yes," muttered Isolde and the redhead only groaned in displeasure and sighed heavily

- It's hard. I can handle worse things I've been through in my life," she shrugged her shoulders and entered the classroom. Everyone was still getting ready for class including the teacher did not even notice that the four teenagers came in late, Jinx sat in the last bench by the window and next to her Isolde and the Siblings sat in front of them - It can not be as bad as you say - She defended herself in a whisper so that the teacher did not notice

Mrs. Dorinson could be strict from what the teenagers told her and surprisingly Jinx didn't want to cause trouble maybe for the fact that every teacher knows there is a program to , "socialize" her and one mistake.

- I'm not so sure about that," Isolde muttered, pulling out her textbooks from Chemistry, which Ms. Dorinson Jinx teaches raised an eyebrow, "Don't you believe in me? - she asked skeptically

- It's not about that. Viktoria can take revenge to such an extent that her victims often change schools to leave her or end up in a mental hospital," Isolde mourned as she looked at Jinx and her blue eyes continued to express a worry that Jinx couldn't understand. Isolde's grasp of Jinx's hand was warm, so much so that Jinx felt that her hand was warm and not cold as it had always been. Jinx looked into those blue eyes trying not to get lost in them - Just promise to watch out for each other -.

The silence that emerged between the teens was a killer Jinx didn't know what to say only briefly nodded her head in agreement - Say it Jinx - Isolde sounded like she was already about to beg for Jinx to make a sound of any kind so that she knew her promise was true

- I promise," whispered Jinx, but her voice barely left her throat as if the lump that had formed in her throat was very unwilling to say anything. One last squeeze of her hand and Isolde let go of Jinx's hand which felt the cold hit her palm as Isolde's warmth escaped from her hand. A little sadly, Izolde sent her a brief smile glad that the redhead had promised her to be careful about the Herrera whom Izolde was so afraid of and her blue hair tips were going into her eyes.

Jinx was not afraid of Viktori she experienced much scarier things, more often much worse than some spoiled teenager who has nothing interesting to offer and do than to oppress the weak. Jinx despised it so much, but she had no way to change it only she could watch from the sidelines, if she trumped she could end up with the principal and he would call Price and the consequences would be that she would end up in juvie again

And that's what she didn't want so badly

She liked the outdoors, maybe she had to follow Price's rules and his scolding more or less harsh depending on what she did wrong, but it was possible to live as if it was all normal. So what could be terrible about a spoiled teenager? All you have to do is threaten her more than she can handle and she's free to go.

- Besides. Aria was right," whispered Isolde looking at the redhead next to her bored in Mrs. Dorinson's lesson who was bored as in every lesson speaking her monologue thinking everyone was listening to her, "You know almost everything about us, but we know nothing about you," she recalled what Aria had said before they went to class

- What do you want to know about me? - Jinx was surprised - I have nothing interesting to offer - she shrugged her shoulders

- What is your favorite TV series? -

- Series? -

- Well. What series do you like? How about a book or movie? -

- I don't watch something like that or read I don't have time for that -.

- So what do you do in your spare time? -

- I am fulfilling my routine -.

- Meaning? -

- You know... I clean my apartment, do my homework -.

- And don't you have a moment to yourself? -

- Well... No -.

Isolde lowered her mouth in shock, how can you have such a set schedule that you have no time for yourself and no time to rest - This guardian of yours makes you do all this? - she asked

- In part -

- What part? It sounds like you're doing everything and he's just sitting on the couch watching the games," Isolde was outraged and Jinx quietly giggled

- No it's not like that," Jinx giggled, looking at Isolde, "Price is also doing something we share responsibilities it just worked out that way," she shrugged her shoulders, Isolde only skeptically nodded her head not trusting the words of the other teenager

- I didn't even see that you had your phone on you," said Ava turning towards Jinx and Isolde who were sitting behind her. Jinx's face wilted and her smile dropped, she couldn't tell that she was a program , "changing people" to return to society again and the aspect of the phone nailed her as if it was an obvious part of life for everyone and further something new. She had to lie somehow, but no lie was coming to mind

- Oh broke down - She spit it out as fast as she could look at the teacher to see if she noticed that the three teenagers were talking Eric was lying on the bench seemed to be asleep

- It fell to me and crashed," Jinx added after a moment, wanting both girls to gulp the hook of the lie, which it seemed they did, as they nodded their heads. And all the redhead could do was press her hands to her mouth so they wouldn't see her worry it was as if the two girls sensed something, as if they sensed what Jinx was supposed to be hiding. Either Jinx had to be more believable or she would be screwed

[moominofthevalley]

Well-Timed Levity

Santa keeps taking candy from children, but unlucky for him, Emily and Trystan are all about justice.

trystan x emily

teen | wc: 1.3k | some strong language

a/n: happy holidays everyone :) hope you enjoy!

“Who steals candy from literal children?” 

Emily scoffed, a grin on her lips. 

“Santa, apparently.” 

“Perhaps Kaspar got tired of stealing royal jewels and started taking food?”

“That’s…a possibility,” Emily rubbed her eyes. 

“You think so?” 

“If there’s two kleptomaniac Santas, maybe. Read the dossier Luke made.” 

Caucasian Male. Late thirties to early forties. Often dressed up in Santa attire to avoid suspicion. Petty thefts began in early December, mostly in shopping plazas and otherwise crowded areas. Targets are typically young children or the elderly.

“Mm, I guess not then. You know, I could’ve sworn you said you were done with these common cases.”

“I’m just tired of dealing with scumbag husbands cheating on their wives. Besides, I think it’ll be fun to take this shithead down.” 

“I can think of other kinds of fun,” Trystan whispered in her ear, eyebrows waggling. Emily rolled her eyes, shoving him away. 

“Watch the flirting, partner. We’re on the clock. Go look around.” 

Two boards replaced a shattered window of a French café, the lights off and the doors shut. Across Emily and Trystan were an elderly couple, wrinkled and blanketed with thick coats. The two shared a cup of steaming apple cider, beaming with yellowed teeth. 

“Reminds me of my childhood,” Trystan pointed to two children holding caramel apples. The eldest sister swung her legs back and forth as the younger one munched on the fruit. 

“Aw. Would you and Marguerite eat dessert together after…I don’t know, voting on Drakovian laws?” 

“Yes – not after voting, though. Mags would get apples from our garden, and then I’d make the caramel!” 

“How cute. Maybe you can get me a caramel apple after we catch the guy?” 

“Consider it done.” 

Flurries of strangers in beanies and homely holiday sweaters hustled about, arms wide with shopping bags. A shriek rang in the detective’s ears, a flash of red dashing through her vision. A trail of caramel stained the ground, two weeping children standing by. 

“What happened?” Emily kneeled to the kids, her heart cracking at their cherub cheeks and doe eyes. 

“Sa–Santa took our food!” The younger sister squealed. Trystan and Emily exchanged a glance, brows furrowed. 

“Listen to me,” Trystan smiled, “We’ll do everything we can to catch Santa, but can you tell us which way he went?” 

The sisters wiped away their tears. The older sister turned around and pointed to the escalators; the mugger cursing as the caramel apples fell to the floor. 

Time to catch Santa. 

* * * * 

“Fuck you!” 

“Watch it!” 

Ignoring the chorus of insults, Emily and Trystan shoved past the crowd; their shoulders stinging. Not that it mattered, there were bigger fish to fry. 

They continued, chests heaving and legs cramping. Their mouths ran dry, ribs exasperated and tight. Beads of sweat trickled down their foreheads, cheeks flushed and breaths short. Emily’s skin cringed as she sprinted up the claustrophobic escalator, the gluttonous assailant at the very top. 

“Fuck!” Trystan hissed, “He’s – ngh – heading towards the elevator!” 

“You fucker!” Emily reached for her taser, “Don’t you dar–” 

The door shut, a smirking Santa on the other side. The detective’s fingers frantically pressed the buttons, praying to some fictitious God that it’d make the doors open faster. It was futile; she was betting on losing dogs. 

Emily had been in this position many times. Chasing some fucker through crevices and empty alleys. Tackling them and rehashing the same one-liner as if that’d undo the aching bruises and black eyes. Drinking until her face was numb. Rinse and repeat. 

There were a few general rules to follow. Watch for any exits, entrances, or holes to jump over. Listen very intently. Were those footsteps from the criminal, or your partner? Did your taser click, or was that their gun? And of course; breathe in and out, but don’t dare stop for a second, or else they’re as good as gone. 

“We’regonnafuckingcatchhim, we’re gonna – agh – fucking catch him!” She heaved, eyes glued on the floor indicator; taking its sweet time. Trystan bent over, hands stuck on his knees as he caught his breath with long-awaited gasps. 

The elevator opened with a pleasant ding! and they burst into the empty lift, Emily’s sore fingers pressing harder on the ‘close’ button. Meeting the steel door once more, lively Christmas music began playing. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” 

“It is the holidays after all.”

Reaching the bottom floor, Emily and Trystan sprang out, feet burning. He was only a fingertip away, though Emily groaned as she attempted to strangle the man in his costume. The blood in their veins ran cold; sweat continuously drizzled down their heads like mist on a mundane morning. 

“You bastards…don’t…quit!” 

“Trystan! We can cut him off…Chase him right into each other!” 

“A flanking maneuver. I like your style.” 

“I’ll cut him off!” 

“I’ll stay on him,” Trystan winked, masking his exhaustion, “See you on the other side, beautiful.” 

Emily clung to her taser, growing lightheaded as she charged through the side alley. Every inch of her body was engulfed in flames, her limbs numb and shaking.

“Where are you?” She sneered, cheeks glowing red. 

“Emily!” Trystan yelled, the man in red running just a few feet away from him. 

“Ha! I fucking did it! I’m free–”

It only took a second for Santa to flail to the ground, though not before slamming a punch right at Emily’s cheek. Her reaction was visceral; shrieking like a wounded deer before forcing herself to get back into motion.

The thief squirmed as Emily straddled him, tightening cuffs around his wrists. Standing up, she let out a taunting laugh. A red-faced Trystan ran up to them, grinning despite the burn in his thighs. 

“Now that is what I call teamwork.” 

“Alright, don’t get too excited…Though I guess it’s time to find out who this ‘Santa’ really is.” 

“Roger Dupont?!” 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah – I escaped prison! And I would’ve gotten away with it if it weren’t for you meddling-” 

“Shut the fuck up, will you?” Emily crossed her arms, “Stealing candy from children? Dressed up as Santa? Was prison food not enough for you?” 

“I hear prison hollandaise isn’t the same,” Trystan teased. 

“You–you mock my misery! You don’t understand!” 

Kneeling to him, Emily tilted her head, a mocking grin on her bloodied lips. Sweat and bruises lined Richoet’s face; skin damp and eyes fluttering. His breaths were labored and unwell, his nose bleeding and staining his costume. 

“You lost, Dupont. Twice now, in fact. Maybe this time you can just sit in your fucking cell and think about what you did.” 

“You prurient cu–” 

“Hey,” Trystan snarled, snatching his collar, “Listen to me! If you ever escape prison, steal from children, and then dare insult Emily ever again, I’ll-” 

“Trystan,” Emily caught his arm, his fist only a breath away from Ricochet. “Leave the scared little weasel alone.” 

“I can’t go back,” Ricochet whimpered, casting a comical pout, “I can’t–I can’t go back!”

“Maybe you should’ve thought about that before breaking out of prison and robbing people.” 

Succumbing to his fatigue, Ricochet slumped over, unconscious. Turning to Emily, Trystan frowned. 

“Are you okay?” 

“Pretty damn exhausted,” Emily huffed, “Those movies never fuckin’ get chase scenes right. My feet are on fire.” 

Trystan stepped closer, his hand cradling her chin. Grazing her lip, his thumb lingered as he wiped away splotches of blood. 

“Do you need anything? I can carry you to the car.” 

“God no,” Emily laughed, “But I do believe you owe me a caramel apple.” 

* * * * A/N: Happy Holidays, everyone! This is my last holiday fic for the year :) I hope you all enjoyed it. Chase scenes are SO not my forte but I did try my best haha. Thank you so much for reading, and have a happy New Year!

Also, fun fact, this WAS going to be more comedic but I ended up realizing I am not funny at all. The only comedic thing I can do is write banter lol.

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[cutecherrygirl]

4# you try to walk out durning a fight

Bang chan

A huge amount of no's left Chan's lips, as his medium legs (im sorry 💀)tried to catch up with yours, his eyebrows furrowing and his mind trying to register the quick actions. You rolled your eyes by his constant way of trying to make you stay but you didnt want to listen. Ripping the door open to your house you were met by a shower of rain but in the angry state you didnt care and neither were aware of not wearing shoes. "Stop being so goddamn stubborn!" He exclaimed angrily and stopped you from walking any further out on the porch. Scooping you easily in his arms without caring about your protest, he looked down at you with his hair all mattered and eyes serious. "You can't just leave Y/N. I won't allow that. Im sorry, okay? Stupid as I was, I am." He pressed his warm lips against your forehead, nlt caring about the rain on your angry state for the matter.

Lee know

"Y/N, stop!" He exclaimed while hurrying down the stairs, trying to avoid the sweather being thrown towards his face the second you take it off of your body, "leave me alone, Minho." You exclaimed over your shoulder as you walked through the kitchen and towards the entrance of the house. "You are Honesty so great at running my moods its crazy!" "It wasn't my attention okay!" He yelled back as you walked toward the front door but before you could open it he slide himself in between. "Move, Minho." you said through gritten teeth and stared at him with wide eyes. "No." He said simply and lowered his tone before he placed his hands on your cheeks and smashed his lips against yours. It was a mix of rage, anger and sadness overwhelming you at once but by the feeling of your lips everything was gone in one second.

Changbin

"Where are you going?" He asked with wide eyes as you stormed up from your chair and headed towards the exit of the kitchen. "Does it matter to you?" You yelled without looking over your shoulder. "What?" He exclaimed like you were ridiculous and let go of the spoon in his hands and literally threw it on top of the counter. "So you're just gonna walk out like that?" "Yes, in matter of fact I am." You yelled and your lips parted slightly in anger when he hurried to stand in front of you and blocked your way. "Changbin, don't do this now." You warned and pointed a finger at him. "I am so not in mood for this." "Well, im not in mood for you leaving right in the middle of everything." He breathed before he pressed you against the car slightly and peppered your face with kisses.

Hyunjin

"honestly, you are so unbelievable." The second he sees the tears pricking in your eyes he knows he has gone too far. Turning around on ur heel to head towards the door he doesn't hesitate to grab your hand and prevent you from going anywhere, guilt washing over his face. "Hyunjin let me go." You whined almost in an whimper, looking at him with serious eyes but he shook his head disagreeing and wrapped his arms around your shoulders. "You're not leaving. Not now, okay?" "But I want to." You whimpered against his chest, but didn't give a shot on trying to wiggle yourself out of his arms because if you were so madly angry at him it couldn't compare how madly in love you are with him. "I dont want you to leave, okay? Im sorry for being a dick and I promise that ill do better okay? Just don't leave. Not now."

[loveharlow]

LOVE SICK

PAIRING‧₊˚ JJ Maybank x Ex!Fem!Reader

SYNOPSIS‧₊˚ [3.1k] Who knew being sick could be grounds for rekindling a flame with your ex...

WARNING(S)‧₊˚ swearing, mentions of being sick/throwing up, mentions of a failed relationship, Y/n’s a little mean but it’s warranted (for the most part), hurt/comfort (?), mild angst, fluff at the end 

A/N‧₊˚ My first post got a lot more attention than I anticipated, ty all sm. I was literally smiling from ear to ear like a fucking kid but here’s something new! I’m trying to make my way through all the basic genres (like fluff to hurt/comfort to angst, etc…) to get into the hang of it so bare with me please.

˗ˏˋ jj masterlist ˎˊ˗

I FELT LIKE SHIT. Absolute shit. 

I woke up with a sore throat and decided to pour up a glass of tea, hoping it would ease the dry aching of my throat, even if only temporary. 

I didn’t have work today. In fact, I was due to hangout with the Pogues in a couple of hours. It was nothing special. We were just planning to hangout at John B’s, probably drink beers around a fire and pass out.

But now, as I sat up from my nap hours after I gulped down my mug of hot tea—throat feeling ten-times worse, a spontaneous and incessant headache pounding in my skull, and my entire body covered in a thin sheen of sweat despite feeling cold to the point where I was lightly shivering, I didn’t think going out was in my best interest.

Even swinging my legs over the edge of my bed was a struggle. They felt too heavy to maneuver. 

Just then, my bedroom door was cracking open—my mother peeking in, dressed in her waitress uniform. “Hey, hun. I’m off to work. You gonna be alright?”

“Yeah. I’ll see you later.” I insisted, voice raspy. Her eyebrows furrowed as she stepped further into my bedroom, coming to stand next to me with a hand on my shoulder.

“Are you sure- Jesus, Y/n, you’re burning up.” She hissed, quickly removing her palm from shoulder and moving it to my forehead, flipping it back and forth to assess my body temperature. “Hold on.”

Then she was stepping back out into the hall where I could hear her rifling through the hallway closet. She re-entered the room seconds later with a thermometer, prompting me to open my mouth as she turned it on and planted it underneath my tongue and I clamped my lips around it.

I felt like a child but I couldn’t care less. 

A few moments pass and the device sticking out of my mouth was beeping and I take it out. 102.4. Damn.

“Well, you’re sick alright.” My mother proclaims, taking the small device from my hands. She sighs and runs her hands down her face. “I could call in and stay here if you want? I’m sure-”

“Mom, I’ll be fine. You don’t need to call out of work just because I have a fever, or whatever.” I assured her. 

“Are you absolutely positive? I know you haven’t had the best past few weeks lately and-”

“Mom.”

I knew what she getting at. And I’d be lying if I said she was anywhere near wrong. First, JJ breaks up with me out of nowhere after being together for over 2 years—I’m talking no explanation or anything. Having to be around him and act like we were just friends, which I guess now we were, sucked. So, in truth, being sick wasn’t too bad right now.

Then, I get a rejection letter in the mail from one of the colleges I applied to—one of my top choices, at that. Now, I feel like someone ran me over then threw me into an incinerator. I appreciated her concern but I wasn’t on the verge of death, no matter how much I felt like I was. I’d be fine. We needed the money.

“Go to work. I’ll be okay. If I need something, I can call Kie or someone.” I told her with the best smile I could offer. She was still hesitant but she nodded, exiting the room with a ‘love you’. Once I heard the front door close and lock, I let out a soft sigh. Closing my eyes for a few moments to let the pounding in my head subside for a few moments before I had to face the inevitable and get out of bed. 

Standing up on shaky legs, the room spun for a moment until it steadied and I was walking—more like dragging myself—out of my bedroom and to the bathroom across the narrow hall.

I opened the mirror cabinet above the sink looking for pain medication until I found it, barely full with maybe a small handful left. Trudging my heavy frame through the hall once again, this time to the kitchen, I poured myself a generous glass of water—with ice because I hated the taste of room temperature water, sick or not. 

Taking a sip beforehand for good measure before throwing the tiny tablet back and washing it down. Now, there was nothing I could really do but wait for it to kick in.

A shower could probably help to ease some of the pain, though.

A shower definitely helped. My muscles didn’t feel as sore, either. However, I’m sure that was thanks the medication finally kicking in. I still felt chilly and my throat was definitely still struggling. There was nothing more I could think to do. 

So, walking out of the bathroom, steam curling out behind me, I made my way to the living room, grabbing the throw blanket that was slung over the edge of the small couch and plopping down. I just wanted to lay down and get comfy but staying in my room wouldn’t help at all. Plus, I was closer to the kitchen if I got hungry and fairly close to the bathroom if I felt the need to throw up.

Sifting through Netflix, I settled on some show I had passed a few times.

THE third episode of whatever I was watching was starting and so far, I had gotten up to drink some more water—the mere thought of food making my stomach cave in on itself—and took another ibuprofen when I felt my headache making a return. I was reaching for the remote to turn the volume up when the door bell rang.

I groaned, not in the mood to get up. Pausing the show and wrapping the blanket around my shoulders, I rose from the couch and drug myself to the front door.

Upon opening it my eyes went wide like a deer caught in headlights.

“What are you doing here?” I asked the boy standing in my doorway. I truly didn’t mean for it to come out so harsh but I guess the bitterness I’d been hiding since our breakup was crawling to the surface. 

I didn’t even notice how dark it had gotten outside, the sun had completely gone down.

“We-uh. You were supposed to meet us at The Chateau but you never showed so…” JJ said nervously, a hand on the back of his neck as he avoided looking me in the eyes. 

I had completely disregarded my plans with the Pogues, meaning to tell Kie that I wasn’t feeling well and hoping she’d pass the message along.

However, this was the first time JJ and I had been alone—truly alone since he broke things off. Anytime we saw each other was around the Pogues or at school. We didn’t even text each other separately anymore. 

“Guess I just wanted to make sure you were alright…” He trailed off. A gust of cool air swept through my house and it was then that I realized I had him standing outside.

Stepping to the side, I motioned my head for him to come in, an action of which took him by surprise but he accepted the invite nonetheless.

“You could’ve just texted, y’know.” I spoke, closing the door behind him and locking it. “You didn’t have to come all the way over here...” I couldn’t help the judgmental tone of my voice.

Yes, we broke up but I still couldn’t help the dissatisfied feeling in my stomach behind it. JJ never gave me a reason as to why he decided to end our relationship. We were together for a long time and we went through a lot. So for him to break things off on the simple premise of things “not working out” was off-putting for me. Even Kie said that it was kind of a dick move and didn't make sense.

I moved past him to plop back down on the couch, my legs beginning to feel weak the longer I stood. JJ stood awkwardly behind me and though I couldn’t see him, he was practically radiating nervousness. I sighed and turned on the sofa to face him.

“JJ.”

“Hm?”

“Please, sit down somewhere.”

“Oh. Sorry.” He apologized, moving across the screen in front of me to plant himself on the couch, on the other end—as far away from me as possible.

We sat in silence for a few minutes. I don’t know why I just didn’t unpause the TV or ask him why he felt the need to come all the way down here but he was the one who came here so I just let him work out whatever he was going to say, if he was going to say anything at all.

“Are you sick?” Was the first thing he said after a couple minutes of radio silence. 

“Huh?” I turned my head to the right to face him only to find him already looking at me—the first time he’s actually looked at me since we ended things. I forgot just how it felt to look in his eyes, the way my heart would speed up.

“You look sick. I-I mean, not like you look bad, you just look tired and your nose is kind of red.”

“Uh, yeah. I meant to tell you guys I wasn’t gonna show up. Just slipped my mind, I guess.” I muttered, the raspiness of my voice now accompanied by shakiness from how it felt to actually talk to JJ after weeks of not doing so. It was extremely awkward but I'd be lying if I said I wanted him to leave.

“Did you eat anything?” He inquired hesitantly, genuine concern laced in his tone. I could still feel his gaze on the side of my face since I tore my own away. I shook my head ‘no’ and within seconds he was standing from the couch and disappearing towards the kitchen.

I knitted my eyebrows at the sound of his heavy shoes hitting the floor, a sound I missed dearly when he would come over or stay the night. However, my confusion didn’t subside as I followed after him, finding him opening the cabinet where we kept the canned foods, pulling out a can of soup. “Oh, absolutely not.” I started, shaking my head and walking over to him, blanket still on my shoulders.

I stood in front of him, reaching for the can until he held it above his head and out of my reach. I huffed and leaned against the counter beside me as he raised a brow. "Do you not like this flavor or...?”

“I don’t need your help.”

“It’s just soup.”

“No, it’s not. It’s some kind of…gesture, or something.” I countered weakly.

“I don’t think it is.” He shrugged.

“Well, I do.”

“No, you don’t. You’re just mad at me.”

My jaw dropped slightly, trying to find a response. But he was right. I had no reason to stop him from heating me up a can of fucking soup. I was just pissed. I’m still in love with him and whether he knows it or not, I’m still hurt.

“I have a right to be.” I murmured under my breath, sliding down against the cabinets until I was sitting on floor, legs out in front of me. JJ pulled out a pot and poured the soup in, adding a bit of water since it was condensed and turning on the stove. Once he got it all together, he was sliding down too, except on the opposite side with his feet next my hip. 

“I know. I don’t blame you.” He faltered. He sounded sad.

“You never told me why.” I whispered, trying not to strain my voice but also slightly nervous about the conversation that was stirring. JJ sighed a placed a hand on my calf, waiting a moment to see if I’d pull away or brush him off. I didn’t.

“I got scared.” He admitted. His words sent me into a mental spiral—we were together for 2 years, I thought we were way passed the stage of being scared of commitment or whatever. “Stop thinking about it.” He said firmly, seeing the tell-tale signs of my confusion written all over my face. “Just- I know we talked about it before. Commitment, loyalty and all that stuff but when I was talking to John B a while ago, he was saying stuff that just made my head spin.”

“Like?”

“It was nothing bad. Just stuff like, he could see us getting married and having a family and that he didn’t think I had it in me until he saw how I was with you.”

“And that scared you?” I questioned. I couldn’t hide the hurt in my eyes. “The thought of a future with me…scared you?”

“No, no, God no-”

“You’re confusing me, JJ.” I hated how weak I sounded, as if the thought of him not wanting to be with me would be the death of me. But JJ was a huge part of my life whether I liked it or not. He had seen every part of me.

“I’m saying-” He took a deep breath, lifting the hat off of his head to run his fingers through his hair before putting it back down and letting his head fall against the cabinet, looking up at the ceiling. “It was me. I want all of that with you but I’m not sure if I’m cut out for it, y’know? And I know you told me you wanted all of that somewhere down the line but I never thought about it so deeply before. We’re graduating soon and I just never really took the time to think about what would happen once we actually grew up. I probably won’t leave here and lord knows I’m not cut out to be a father-

“Don’t. Don’t even go there. You’re nothing like him, you know that.”

“It’s not that.” He chuckled humorlessly under his breath, head falling back down to look at me. “I ate a moldy sandwich for fucks sake, Y/n.”

That elicited a laugh from me that I couldn’t stop. “Yeah, I was there. I still think about it sometimes. You can be so gross.” I spoke through laughs. When I came down, my eyes met his once again. “But seriously,” I started, my smile dropping slightly. “You could’ve told me. You should have. JJ, if I wasn’t sure that you were what I wanted, I wouldn’t have roped you in with me.”

“You say that I’m what you want but, am I what you deserve?” He questioned, defeated. I could see the tears brimming in his waterline, threatening to spill with one blink. 

I don’t know what confidence washed over me but I was suddenly crawling over to him to straddle his waist, making sure to take the blanket around my shoulders with me—the fleece falling over both of us as I cupped his face with both hands and looked him in the eyes. I was mad when he broke up with me and none of that bitterness had dissipated until now, as this beautiful and loving boy sat here and poured out, what I hoped was, the last of his insecurities to me.

A boy who had loved me regardless and only did what he thought would be better for me in the long run. A man who barely received love in his life but was able to give every ounce he had to me. And he was asking if he deserved me?

“JJ, I love you. If anything, I don’t deserve you. With the life you’ve had, you could’ve easily become the biggest asshole this world has ever seen.” He shook his head, a small smile tugging at his lips. “But you haven't. And so what if you don’t make it out of here? I don’t care. And who says you have to? JJ, you will do something with your life. You didn't even think you'd be graduating but you look at you. You're gonna walk across that stage with all of us. I don’t care whether it’s in the Outer Banks or thousands of miles away from here, you will be amazing. And whenever we get to that point, because we will, you will be an amazing father and husband and whatever else. You’re it for me.”

He stared into my eyes, a lone tear falling down his cheek. And I could see his full expression now, he was so vulnerable. “You mean that?”

“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t.” I spoke softly, my own eyes beginning to water.

“I still love you, Y/n. And I’m an idiot-”

“No, you’re not. You’re just a big ass softie who sucks at communicating.” I laughed, him joining. Once we quieted down, my hands dropped from his face as one of his came up to cradle my cheek, he was leaning in to kiss me and at the last second I turned so his lips met my cheek.

He pulled back with a look of puzzlement. I shrugged with a shy smile on my face, “I don’t want to get you sick.” JJ rolled his eyes and the hand cradling my cheek moved to grab my jaw, holding it in place as he placed a long and sweet kiss to my lips. God, I missed this feeling. Once, he released my face, he was smiling and his cheeks were pink. “You’re going to get sick.”

“Then I’ll have an excuse for you to take care of me.” He said as he stood up, not moving me from his lap, just holding me close so I wouldn’t fall as he rose from the floor, me wrapping my legs around his waist. He turned to the side so my frame wasn’t blocking his view as he looked at the boiling pot of soup and turned the fire off, my arms around his neck and head leaning towards him. “Who’s the big softie now, huh? You’re clinging to me like a Koala.”

I just shrugged, not bothering to pick my head up from his shoulder to look at him. “You picked me up. It's not like I wasn’t going to stop you.” Just as I said this, he sat me down on the counter to retrieve two bowls to pour the soup into. Pouring it equally and putting spoons into the bowls, he turned around, handing me my bowl with a napkin underneath as barrier between the hot porcelain and my hands and placed his on the counter as he stood next to me.

“Does this mean we’re back together? Because I missed you way too much for this to not mean anything.” I asked timidly, swishing the soup around with the spoon, still not entirely keen on the idea of eating.

JJ paused, letting his spoon fall into the bowl as he stood to his full height once more. He cradled the back of my neck and went in to place a kiss on my forehead. “Wouldn’t dream of it being any other way.”

feedback is appreciated! thanks for reading.

©loveharlow.

[zendayacs]

It’s not over

A/N: This is literally so late and I’m sorry but Hailee Steinfeld has taken over my life and I love her for it. This is set during Ep. 4 of Hawkeye. 

Pairing(s): Kate Bishop x female reader

Warnings: Kissing and slight drama (literally nothing too bad), mild violence

Word count: ~2.1K

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           Scrolling through your phone sounded like the dream way to end this absolutely horrendous day. Sadly, you would be spending the rest of the night collaborating with an avenger to come up with a plan to save your ex girlfriend. It’s not like you didn’t care, quite the opposite actually, it’s just that you thought that your days of espionage were over, put behind you after you were saved from the red room by the woman you knew as Yelena. But alas, here you sat on your couch, feet propped up on top of the dented coffee table as Kate paced the floor in front of you, trying to absorb the sudden info dump you placed onto her.

“Clint this doesn’t surprise you? At ALL?!?!” Kate exclaimed while shaking her head at you in disbelief.

“I mean it’s not impossible. It hasn’t been that long since Na- Since the red room was taken down. Makes perfect sense. Now. Can we please get back to the plan?” Clint sighs and repositions the frozen bag of margarita mix onto his forehead. “K,  just sit down. Pace anymore and you’re gonna run a hole into the floor.” You sighed as you stretched forward, your heel creating another small dent in the well worn table. “It’s no big deal. I’ll help you and then we never have to talk again. I know how much you care about being around me.” At this you sat forward to grab the computer that was teetering on the edge of the couch deciding that the S key was way more interesting than the sudden look of surprise on Kate’s face. 

Bishop on the other hand raised an eyebrow at the nickname. It’s one you haven’t called her in a long time, and if the dash of pink on her cheeks says anything, she wishes you called her that more often. Kate moves and plops down right next to you on the couch and leans far too much into your personal space before whispering in your ear with a smirk. 

“You know I still care about you right? I’m not the only reason we broke up.” At this you felt your face heat up but luckily the information you had been looking up loaded giving you the chance to change the subject before anything drastic could happen. “Found it!” you shouted before realising the volume of your voice and adjusting it before you moved on. “I found the location of the watch. It seems to be at this address. Not too far from here.” You sit up straight as Clint leaves his spot on the chair to come see the information you loaded. 

“Great! Y/N go ahead and get ready, we’ll leave in five.” You nodded and headed into your bedroom to grab weapons.

“Um aren’t you forgetting about someone.” Kate announces and you turn around and lean into the doorway, amused. 

      “Kate, you're staying here. Y/N and I can handle this.” Clint rolls his eyes as he counts his arrows. Kate goes to protest when Clint cuts her off. “Y/N and I both know what we are doing. You would just slow us down and she is decidedly less annoying.” At that you snorted before turning around and heading into your room. 

     The entire time you get dressed you can hear the two archers bickering and before you know it you, Kate, and Clint are all huddled on the rooftop staking out the apartment across the street. Something about the air seems off to you but you decide to not question it as you’ve already checked all the exits multiple times. Being paranoid seemed like a job requirement sometimes. 

        A couple of arguments later led to the situation you were in now, with Kate being the one entering the apartment and Clint being her lookout. You decided to keep looking around the smaller rooftop as something seemed to tip you off. Just as you rounded the corner something or rather someone, tripped you causing you to tumble into a roll. You quickly stand back up only to come face to face with a masked figure. The figure runs at you again, throwing their entire body at you, causing you to fall to the ground in a disgruntled manner. They quickly jump up before sprinting towards Clint. 

        You steady yourself for a brief moment before running at the masked assailant, throwing yourself onto their back and jutting your legs around their head before slamming down to the ground. You quickly adjust your position to throw a punch towards their head when they shoot something out of their wrists that stuns you and makes you fall back. You shout as you quickly try to get what you recognise to be a widow bites off of you. Meanwhile Clint had managed to shoot a line to the building to give Kate a hasty exit. The widow ran and jumped on Clint, trying to take him down. He was fast but she was better, almost getting the best of him when Kate slid down, catching the person off guard. The widow however took no time dealing with Kate and threw her off the side of the building. You ran to the edge and held onto the falling rope Kate had been attached to. You assessed the situation and gave her your best ‘I’m sorry’ look before cutting the rope and letting her fall through the strangle of Christmas lights and onto the ground. 

“What the hell Y/N?!” Kate screamed up at you, stomping her foot.

“This is too dangerous K. I love you, but go home where it’s safe!” You scream out before turning back to run at your opponent. She’s aiming a gun at Clint and you take no time running and disarming her. You continue engaging her and Clint takes that time to prepare another arrow. The widow is fast though and manages to flip herself over you and dodge the arrow. You run towards her again only to dodge another arrow, this one shot by none other than your ex. You stop for a moment before continuing on. You catch the widow off guard and swing yourself over her left shoulder, grabbing for her head and flipping you both to the ground. You roll away clutching her mask in your hand as you stand up in another attack position. You make eye contact with her and your stance goes from offensive to defensive.

     “Yelena?” You whisper in a quiet voice. She merely glances at you before turning her attention fully back to Kate who is back and now has an arrow aimed at her. Kate decidedly doesn’t take the shot and Yelena takes this as her chance to escape. She runs to the side of the roof and flings herself off. You run to the edge and look over to see if she’s really gone. She is, and you turn back to look at both Kate and Clint, who are in turn, staring at you. 

Clint is the one who breaks the silence. “So kid, do you have something you’d like to tell us?” ~~~~~~         It’s about an hour later and you are sitting in the center of the couch as both Clint and Kate stand in front of you, similar to how a misbehaving child would sit as their parents chastised them. You glance up at the duo through the bag of peas currently resting on your head. “That’s all I know. I swear.” You end your explanation leaning back into the couch with a sigh. You should've made yourself a drink before sitting down, this was not a conversation one should have while completely sober.

“So let me get this straight. That person on the roof-Yelena was it? Was the person to help you escape the Widow program and one day she just disappeared,”

“She was snapped,” you butt in only to receive an eye roll from Kate. Kate glared at you before continuing on.

“Okay so she was snapped so you decided to move to New York which is where you and I met.” “Yea basically.”You nodded.

      Kate rolled her eyes and sat on the sofa next to you and without thinking leaned into your shoulder. You, also without thinking, stretched your arm across the back of the couch wrapping around Kate as she leaned more into your side. Your bag of peas, now forgotten as you used your other hand to tuck a loose strand of hair back behind her ear. Clint looked between the two of you before sighing and gathering his gear. 

     “Sure seems like you two have more to talk about. Kate, we’ll catch up later. I have to go walk the dog.” Kate nodded, her eyes starting to close as Clint walked out of your apartment. Even if you two couldn’t see it, he could, and honestly? He was rooting for it.

     As soon as the door shut, Kate leaned into you more, pressing against you, just like old times. Except instead of talking about the future, you two were about to dive deep into the past. A past full of mistakes and memories some way more pleasant than others. 

It's Kate who decides to  break the silence with sigh as she wraps her arms around your waist. 

       “So where should we start? The part where you broke up with me for seemingly no reason, the part where you’re literally a trained assassin, or maybe we should start with you trying to sacrifice yourself to save me?” Kate huffs angrily as she holds onto you just a little tighter. At that last part you narrow your eyes at her before speaking.

        “I did not sacrifice myself. I happen to be very good at fighting and I let you go because it’s easier to fight when I know you’re safe. I had to be sure no one would hurt you.” Kate scoffs before leaning her head up to look at you. “You do realize the only person who has ever hurt me was you right? Physical pain is fine, I’m used to that but the emotional garbage? That broke my heart. You broke my heart. Didn’t even have the decency to say it to me in person. All I got was a letter that didn’t even seem sincere.” At this she tried to pull away from you, but you were faster. Instead you grabbed her arm and pulled her back into you. She immediately went back into your side, changing the position so her head was angled into your neck. 

       “I. Uh well I never meant to do that. I never meant to break up with you. I’ll admit, writing letters was never my strong suit, but I never meant for you to read it like a break up letter. I owed a favor to a friend and I had to leave to take care of it. I didn’t know how long I would be gone for which is why I left the letter in the first place. When I came back and you were mean and cold towards me, I assumed you finally found a reason to hate me so I never approached you about it. When you called me about helping, I jumped at the chance because I thought we could finally work things out.” You closed your eyes and leaned into Kate’s sudden outburst of affection. “I miss you K. I love you too, but I doubt that’s what you want to hear right n-” You stopped when you felt a soft kiss land at the base of your neck. 

  “Oh you broken girl.” She huffed as she pulled away from you to look you in the eyes. She brought her hand up to wipe the single tear that started to make its way down your face. You leaned into her touch as she moved closer, wrapping her arms around you. You immediately latched onto that and grabbed her. Pouring out everything as if this was the last time you’d see her. She let you hold onto her for a good minute or so before leaning backwards. You mistook this for her wanting to let go so you tried to remove your arms from their spot around Kate. She shook her head before readjusting again so she could press the smallest kisses across the bridge of your nose. She leaned her forehead against yours and sigh. She smiled at you before connecting her lips to yours and it took you only a second to realise what was happening before you kissed her back. Arms winding up to tangle themselves in her hair. You were the one to break the kiss, smiling way too hard to continue like you two were. 

   “For what it’s worth, I think we are both sorry, yea?” Kate tilted her head before leaning in with the intention of kissing you again.

“Yea.”

[taeyamayang]

hq boys reaction when someone flirts with you

a/n: finally, part two is up! i took a mini break from the soulmate series to post this before diving back to continue the series :D enjoy!

PAIRING: character x fem!reader

GENRE: JEALOUSY | fluff | established relationship

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karasuno ver. part 2

(yamaguchi, tsukishima, kageyama, & hinata)

yamaguchi

he sees you talking to someone after school

a senior that's known for his looks and smooth words

he sees you oddly enjoying it, cue your smiles and shy expression, he frowns

he didn't want to barge in and act like an overprotective boyfriend

so instead he leans against the wall of your classroom, hands tucked inside the pocket of his pants and his eyes down, looking at his shoes

the senior finally leaves the room and shortly after you follow suit

you jolt in surprise as you see him next to the door with his eyes dejected to the ground

"yams!" you gleefully greet him

he nods at you weakly and you immediately know something is bothering him. he walks next to you as you exit the building

"what did he tell you?" he randomly spits out, catching you off guard

"who's he?" you genuinely question him, confused with who he is referring to

his eyes met with yours but he swiftly shifts his focus somewhere else but you

"t-the, uh, i didn't mean to eavesdrop but i saw our senior talking to you alone in the room." he stutters and his cheeks begin to paint deep crimson

"he asked me out." you study his face for a reaction.

his shoulders are pulled down and his eyebrows crosses.

"i was kidding!" you nudge his side using your elbow. his eyes are back on you as he blinks at you for a few times.

"he asked me if i needed notes for finals week."

"that's equivalent to asking you out." he mutters, biting the insides of his cheeks. the creases around his forehead begins to show again. you shrug

"is that what it means?" you search for his eyes but he kept his pupils away from you

ngl you can be densed at times

"yams." you call for him

he hums in reply, still his eyes fixed to the point ahead of you

"can i have your notes?" you look at him with your anticipating eyes. he peers down at you. his face confused and surprised.

"huh?" his mouth is slightly ajar. "but, uh, yes, of course you can have my notes."

"okay." your eyes disappeares in your smile. you walk next to him for a couple minutes before he decides to break the lingering silence

"what was that about?" he pulls his eyes back to you. you tilt your head to the side. you thought he knew what you meant.

"i just asked you out. that's what it means, right?" you link your arms around his and he jolts in surprise. his cheeks already in deep red. "now, you're stuck with me until finals week. and we can eat takoyaki too as we study!" you flash him a teeth showing smile

he fights a smile as your hand creep inside his pockets to intertwine with his'.

he looks at you in pure endearement before kissing the top of your head

"i love you."

tsukishima

he immediately sees you with him or rather sees him trying to hit on you

emphasis on the word trying

bold of him to try to charm you in when he's literally inside tsukishima's lair

tsukki taps his foot into his volleyball shoes as he places one hand on the door frame of the entrance to steady his stance

"can i get your number?" the stranger says

tsukki's eyebrows cruve upward and the right corner of his lips pulls up into a sneering smile

"stu-pid." he says as he pronounced every syllable with conviction and his tone glazed with ridicule

everyone, including hinata who's already shaking by the time he figured what was going on and suga who's basically thrilled with the drama unraveling before his eyes, turn their heads to the blonde boy

"you really think it's that easy to get y/n number?" he mocks him as his taunting smile grows wider

the stranger tilts his head to him. you gulp in nervousness

"so who do you think meets her standards, huh?" the stranger retorts. heaven knows how much you wanted to be swallowed by the ground right now. the man continues. "you?" he scoffs.

tsukki closes the gap between the three of you

he keeps his eyes on you as his feet takes him next to you

he anchors his arms over your shoulder and he speaks

"why don't you ask you my girlfriend?" he says poking the sides of his cheeks with his tongue

his smirk widens when he sees the man startle in surprise with his revelation

he stared at the man until the latter cower down, knowing exactly that tsukki won this unplayful chaff

kageyama

it's been ages and this stranger has been talking to you for so long that you lost track of time

you made sure to give them subtle hints that you're not interested in them

but the adamant suitor chooses not to read between the lines

then you finally see it

your hope, the only person who will snatch you out of this dreadful conversation

but tobio kept his feet intact to the ground

you shoot him a questioning look but he's determined to keep his distance and stare at the man instead

you turn your head back to the stranger when he asked "right?" as if a cue for you to bring your attention back at him

you nod although you have no idea what he was talking about

you feel an intensed aura next to you so you shift your eyes to the source

tobio is nearer this time but still not enough for him to join the conversation

soon enough, his steps lead to you and he stands next to you...

he just.. stands

the man notices his peculiar tactic and begins asking

"what do you need?" he asks

tho he's the one who needed to be questioned lmao

"she's mine." his tone is flat. he narrows his eyes at him and his lips pouted as his forefinger points at you

you can't help but burst out a chuckle. you purse your lips as you try to stifle it in.

"yeah, and he's mine too." you copy his gesture at the same time biting your bottom lip as you try to hide your smile

he's so stupid yet you find yourself falling harder for him every single day

hinata

hinata can't keep his focus on the match at hand when he's well aware of the situation you are in

"oy, deal with it later." even kageyama sensed his distress

he doesn't get easily riled up over small things like dudes trying to hit on you

but when he sees something in the pursuant that he is lacking at

*cough* his height

he gets overly sensitive and agitated

"kageyama, toss me the next ball." he says through his teeth, keeping his eyes glued to you

"i won't toss to you if you won't do it properly." kageyama squints his eyes at hinata

"ill do it." he says as he turns his head to the raven boy. hinata's eyes burn with emotions kageyama isn't familiar of.

this is a new side of him but might as well trust him on this one, he thoughts

the toss is finally made for his hand to make contact with in the air

hinata pushed himself against gravity. his calves touching the back of his thighs. his right shoulder makes a full swing before his palm slammed against the ball

it falls into an intensed straight spike. a loud thud resonates within the four corners the gym, shaking the opponents by surprise.

when his feet touches the ground he immediately pulls his left arm upward. his point finger laid on you and he shouts

"y/n, that's for you." his eyes held passion and aggravation all at once

a/n: this is so much fun to write ♡(｡- ω -) as always thanks for reading! likes and rbs are very much welcome and appreciated~

Masterlist | accepting reqs for headcannons

[scarofthewind]

Let me just say, I feel like Freddy Krueger when he was burned alive. MY SUNBURN IS ABSOLUTELY KILLING ME 😭 the one day I forget to put on some sunscreen this happens, but it’s just so hot where I am I needed to swim, buuuuut it got me thinking ...

Thomas Hewitt with his s/o taking a walk and on the Hewitt land and going to the swimming hole/pond etc. and then boom ! Skinny dipping with our sexy chainsaw man 😳🥵with some cute playfulness and nsfw omg that would literally make my body feel so heated and I ain’t talking about this sunburn lol

A/N: I hope this was enough to quench your thirst lol. Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: NSFW, sweet as candy

word count: 1.2k Tip Jar (every bit helps!)

It was another record breaking hot day and you thought of something that would cool you down more than the fans scattered around the house that included some relaxation. Bounding down the steps to the basement, you catch Thomas' attention just as he lands another blow to the unknown arm he has chopped up on his work table. "Take a break," you tell him, watching him set the meat cleaver down and wipe his hands on his not-so white apron before following you back up to the main level of the house.

"Where are we going?" Thomas asked gruffly as you hand him a cooler full of food and a blanket you planned to use to sit on. "What's all this for?"

"I think we both need a good soak in the river. The water's always nice and cold and it'll feel good especially with this heat." You tell him, holding the screen door open as you exit the house, the burly man following you close behind. He's quiet as he walks beside you through the knee high fields of grass he reminded himself to mow later. The shade is nice once you hit the tree line of the woods and it doesn't take you long before you come upon the river, clear and beautiful as little sparkles of light dance on the rippling water.

You quietly moved to a spot with deeper water and a flatter land surface near it to lay the blanket out. "It's too hot to eat right now," you sigh, wiping the sweat from your forehead and taking your shoes, shorts and shirt off, dipping your toes into the water and making a noise at how cold it was. With a sigh, you slowly stepped into the water, letting it soak through your undergarments and cool off your skin.

Thomas set down the cooler and watched you for a moment, his eyes darkening as he watched your nipples harden through your bra. The man tried to bury the shame and embarrassment he felt as his pants grew a little too tight while eyeing you, but with a few movements, he was left in his boxers as was stepping into the cold water as well. Goosebumps rose on his tan, leathered skin as the water moved around him; it was very cold but soothing. "Nice isn't it?" You say with a happy sigh, leaning back and letting the water soak through your hair, a view Thomas nearly groaned at.

"Very," he grumbled, busying himself with trying to catch a small family of fish that kept circling him. You on the other hand were staring at your lover, loving the way the spots of sun peeking through the tree tops were dancing on his skin. His hair was curling even more now that it was wet and his eyebrows were furrowed in concentration as he quickly reached in the water and snagged one of the fish.

He immediatley moved over towards you, opening his hands to a small fish that made one flap in the man's hands and jumped back into the water. Your laugh made the male narrow his eyes at you, "It's okay Thomas, there are plenty of other fish in the river." The man before you didn't miss the way your eyes drank in his broad shoulders and large frame, a hint of lust filling them as you looked back into his eyes. "What? Why are you giving me that look?" You asked, all jokes aside as he stared down at you with an all-knowing smirk.

Without saying a word, Thomas reached towards you and took you by the hips, pulling you against him; one hand left your side to cup your face and press your lips against his. It was times like these that you thanked the land owners for owning as much as they did so that no one could stumble across the way Thomas' hands were roaming your body.

It was sinful the way his rough, calloused palms drug across your skin, causing goosebumps in their wake. One large hand gripped the flesh of your ass and the other moved to push under your bra, fingertips pinching at your pert nipple. A soft moan left your lips and Thomas' chest rumbled with a chuckle as he pulled back. For a man with no nose, you were sure he could still smell the arousal pooling in your panties; not that he couldn't smell anyways.

"Why'd you stop?" You panted from the heat of the kiss, your hands pulling at his shoulders to get him to come back.

"Take them off for me," he says lowly, pulling at your bra straps and before he can blink, you're throwing the undergarments over by the blanket and cooler. The water was just covering your breasts, giving Thomas the perfect view of the tops of them.

"Don't worry about prepping me," you say, watching Thomas rid himself of his boxers. He gives you a worried look before you continue, "I'm still stretched out from this morning." Your words made the male flush with red as he pulls you close and groans in your neck. Reaching down, he grabs the meaty flesh of your thighs and hoists you up, your legs wrapping around his waist and your arms hanging around his shoulders, fingers playing in his hair.

"You're going to be the death of me," Thomas grunts, pushing his cockhead into your soft pussy, sucking his teeth at the feeling of your walls sinking down around his member. He doesn't move for a moment, letting your thighs stop trembling first and gently rubbing your back; he swears the shape of his cock is permanently molded inside you, especially with how your walls feel so familiar around the base of him.

"More like the other way around, big guy," you moan, pulling away from his neck to press your forehead to his. "But I'd die a very happy woman." You watch as a grin stretches across his face before he begins moving you on his cock.

***

"I think you scared away all the fish," Thomas says from the water as you lay on the blanket, sore and worn out. You were sure you scared off half the wildlife with how loud you were moaning. Sitting up a bit, you whine at the feeling of his cum dribbling out of your cunt and you grab a napkin from cooler to wipe it out. "Don't do that," Thomas' voice makes you freeze and you look over at him. He had one arm propping up his head as he leaned up on the river bank.

"I'm not leaving it in there-"

"You are, unless you want me to fuck it back into you." His words are playful but his eyes are dead serious and you groan, throwing the napkin at him and laying back once again. The rest of the time is spent talking, eating and watching Thomas try to catch more fish. By the time the sun starts to go down, you two are finally walking home, your legs had quit shaking a while ago and Thomas helped by carrying everything back. He made the effort to put everything away while you went upstairs and showered before climbing in bed. He came up a few moments later and followed your actions, flopping down beside you on the mattress and pulling you in for a deep kiss.

"Love you," he hummed with his eyes closed and his hair tickling your nose.

"I love you too, Thomas," you replied, a soft smile on your face as you brushed some of his curls out of his face. Even though the heat was the worst thing you had to endure, being with Thomas made even the hottest days ten times more fun.

[myszumizu]

I saw you want us to give requests so I offer my request! How would Luxiem bois react to you having a bad academic day. Like, not really good scores, you can't absorb anything new, and stuff. How would they react to you trying to keep it together (and visibly failing) while on your study desk?

oh milord. IM SO SORRY IF THIS ISNT WHAT YOU ASKED FOR ISHDJFHFHF PLS LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT A REWRITE 🙏🙏

gn!reader, fluff

LUXIEM REACTING TO YOU HAVING A BAD ACADEMIC DAY / OVERWORKING YOURSELF

MYSTA

. oh he is very concerned

. he knows what it’s like to get overwhelmed with work

. will bring you some water and food and maybe try to get you away from your work

. it probably doesn’t work at first

. but mysta can be very persuasive

. “[nameeeee], please rest a bit. i see that you’re struggling and you’re so overstimulated by all these academic stuff.”

. “i’m sorry mysta but this is very important.”

. “then what about me?” cue puppy dog eyes

. god you hated it when he pulled that trick because he can convince to do anything with those damn eyes

. you grumble before you eventually agree

. after that, mysta will make sure you don’t go back to that table for AT LEAST 12 hours

. during your rest time, you will receive lots of forehead kisses and reassurance

LUCA

. he probably doesn’t notice that you were overworking yourself at first but after realising that he has yet to see you exit your shared bedroom, he began to question things

. “[name], are you working on something?” luca said as he barged into the room

. when he sees you at the table flipping through your notes frantically, he didn’t find anything weird

. that is until he saw your bloodshot eyes

. “hey, you wanna take a break?”

. you shook your head, eyebrows furrowed as you tried (and failed) to absorb the new topic your professor told you

. luca would take your hands into his and give it a firm squeeze

. “babe, please rest for a bit. i’ll let you get back to work after a nice cuddle.”

. literally wont stop bugging you until you give in

. which you do

. luca will kiss you all over your face and whisper words of affirmations

. such a lovely boy <3

VOX

. he senses this a mile away

. right when he saw you, he could see your exhausted expression

. vox would study you for a bit before concluding that you looked like shit

. you probably feel like shit too, judging from how you were sighing heavily

. “love, do you wanna rest?”

. despite your exhaustion, you shook your head

. vox would look at your for a bit longer before nodding his head and getting up to leave

. he tells you that his going somewhere before giving you a chaste kiss on your lips

. when he gets back home, he returns with you favourite foods

. “[name], i got your favourite food. let’s eat first then you can go back to study alright? you don’t want the food to get cold.”

. btw, vox is not gonna let you go back

. NOPE, he’s gonna hug you and pull you onto the bed with him

. he’s not letting you go just yet

SHU

. man’s would be hella concerned

. when i say concerned, i mean he is checking up on you every minute

. he doesn’t actually step into the room but he just looks at you from the door

. at first, he decided to just let you do your own thing because he believes that you know your own limit

. but after a few more hours of you not leaving the table, he had to take matters into his own hand

. “yo, do you wanna play valorant and chill for a bit?”

. you shake you head as you copy down notes on your already very filled piece of paper

. shu shakes his head, personally peeling you away from the table

. despite your protests, shu would not let you down

. he would carry you to the couch and lay down on top of you, giving you soft kisses here and there

. “shu, please stop. i need to study.”

. “mmm no. you need to rest and i’ll make sure you do, okay?”

. then the both of you had an anime marathon to recharge your energy

IKE

. you overworking yourself around ike?

. impossible man

. this guy is so freaking concerned about you that the moment he senses that you’re tired, he’s not letting you do anything for the next few hours

. but let’s say this is a rare moment

. ike has been out for the whole day and you used the time to study

. you knew you needed more practice in maths so you decided to spend all your time on it

. you’ve been stuck at the table for god knows how long, attempting to revise on your own

. when ike returns and sees this sight, oh he is FUMING

. “[name], look at yourself. you look dead. go get rest. right now. gooooo!”

. if you are really adamant to study, he would try his best to help you in the subject

. ike will go through every suffering either for you or with you

. such a nice and caring boy isn’t he?

[solarwonux]

10. I still remember the way you taste.

yoongi x f!reader

w.c: 3.8k (YES I GOT CARRIED AWAY SUE ME)

warnings: smut, semi unprotected sex, make up sex, some angst. Briefly edited.

note: lol i think I forgot how to write smut but anyway, hi, um, yes I got carried away lmao. But yeah let me know your thoughts. Send me a drabble prompt hehe. Thank you for reading I hope you enjoy.

drabble game

“I still remember the way you taste.”  Yoongi’s  knee is wedged in between your thighs as he attacks your neck in desperate open-mouthed kisses. “Yoongi, f-fuck, s-stop.” You say in between pants, placing your hands against his chest in an attempt to create some sort of space between the two of you. 

Yoongi smirks against your skin and lifts his head, eyeing you down, pushing his hips further into yours, showing you how much he needed you. “I’ve been holding back from you all weekend. The guys even have a bet going on to see how long I can keep my distance from you.” His hand travels down the side of your body, bunching your silk dress up to your thighs. “Safe to say Jungkook, Hoseok, and Seokjin have lost.” 

You roll your eyes. “God, don’t talk about them right now.” You run a finger down his clothed chest, stopping above the first button of his vest. “At least not when you’re about to fuck me in the bathroom of your best friend’s wedding reception” You pop the first button, earning an enticing low groan from your ex-boyfriend. 

“Hey!” He exclaims flicking your forehead lightly, “he’s your best friend too.” 

“Yoongi, I’m serious I hear their names come out of your lips one more time and I’ll leave you to take care of yourself.” You say as he apologizes with a nod of his head. You unbutton the next two buttons of his vest, stopping before pushing it off his body finally taking in the situation and your surroundings. The bathroom wasn’t dirty, nor was it clean. It had a musty smell making you wonder if someone had already done the deed before the two of you walked in.  “Maybe we shouldn’t do this here.” You quirk a questioning eyebrow. 

He shakes his head in disbelief, “I’m not walking through the reception and the hotel lobby with a boner.” He grinds his hips against yours, proving his point. You let out a moan throwing your head back, hitting the wall behind you lightly. He felt so good, and if it wasn’t for the fact that the hand dryer was painfully digging into your back. You would’ve agreed with his statement. 

“Just stay behind me, I’ll cover you. Who’s room is closer?” You push him away, finally creating the distance you needed. You turn to face the mirror, fixing your smudged lipstick. Yoongi was shocked, staring at you. God, you were so sexy, the product of his late-night escapades by himself. Especially after the two of you had mutually called it quits. 

All throughout the weekend you were driving him crazy, reeling him in to then push him away. He suspects that was your revenge for breaking up with you. One you only agreed to because you knew that once his mind was set on something, there was no way to talk him out of it. 

He had almost survived. Almost. That small buzzword was thrown out the window the second you entered the green room where he and all the rest of the groomsmen were waiting in to let them know the ceremony was going to start in five minutes. The long silk lilac dress you were wearing left little to his imagination, one he didn’t have to use much because he had spent years memorizing every single part of your body. 

You giggle at his dazed look, sending him a wink through the mirror before turning to face him again, planting a slow sensual kiss against his lips, pulling away before he could respond. “Hurry up or I might change my mind.” You pat his chest and walk past him. “I’ll wait outside.” You say in a sing-song voice and Yoongi was now fully convinced you were messing with him. Exuding your revenge and he had foolishly fallen into your trap. 

The walk through the reception was a nightmare. 

Yoongi felt like he couldn’t breathe, his hand sweating in between yours. He sent glares into your back and they only got worse every time you stopped to talk about your new start-up business, with someone he barely recognized. He was proud of you for finally leaving your job. He had witnessed many of your angry breakdowns, his heart shattering every time you cried into his chest because of how unhappy you were working for your dream company. That when he finally got word that you had left and started your own company, boldly rivaling your old one. The sigh of relief he let out was monumental. He was proud of you and would’ve told you, praised you, as you happily explained your ideas. That’s if he was thinking with his head and heart not his dick, which was straining painfully against the waistband of his slacks. If it wasn’t for his suit jacket doing most of the work in hiding it he would’ve died out of pure agony and embarrassment.  

“We finally found an office and we’re moving in when Jimin gets back from his honeymoon. Sadly, he says I’m not allowed to start decorating without him, scared I’ll put an outside fountain in the middle of the whole place.” You say, prompting a booming laugh from Jimin’s dad. 

Jimin’s mom shakes her head, “he gets his perfectionism from my side of the family, I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t worry, honestly, I don’t have an ounce of interior design in my body, so I’d rather he be there to supervise before he yells at me saying that I’ve ruined everything.” 

Yoongi could feel the sweat start to pool above his brow, tuning you and Jimin’s parents out. He had never felt this needy in his entire life. He supposes it's the adrenaline rush of seeing you in such a revealing dress or the fact that he missed you. The last year and a half without you had been awful. Everything reminded him of you and he had to fight the urge to just call you. He never did. Afraid you had found it in yourself to finally hate him for breaking your heart. 

“Yoongi, sweetheart, are you okay?” Jimin’s mom asked, placing the back of her hand against his forehead, making him flinch. “Oh dear, you’re burning up, maybe you should go lay down.” The worry in her voice was evident, melting his heart. Jimin’s parents always treated him like he was one of their own, welcoming him with open arms when Jimin had first invited him and the guys over for lunch after school almost ten years ago. When Yoongi’s parents had kicked him out for choosing to study music production instead of something ‘meaningful’ they had taken him and even offered to pay for his school expenses. He owed them a lot, and if circumstances were different he would’ve thanked them profusely, just like he always did.  

“I think he has a fever so I’m going to walk him back to his room.” You nod your head, letting go of his hand and looping your arm with his. “It must’ve been the shrimp appetizer, he’s never been good with seafood, right baby?” The evil glint in your eye was too much. You’re teasing was getting too much for him to handle. He’s never seen this side of you. It excited him. 

“Right!” 

“Oh please, hurry, we’ll let Jimin know you had to leave early I’m sure he’ll understand.” Jimin’s mom said, pushing the two of you towards the exit. 

Once the two of you were away, closer to the double doors of the reception hall you leaned in, “How are you holding up?” 

“Get me out of here before I drag you to the nearest bathroom again.” 

“Wait, wait, wait.” You hold your hand out before Yoongi can step any closer to your body. A sound of annoyance erupting from his chest. Once upon a time, Yoongi had prided himself in being patient. Tonight was not one of those times. 

The second the two of you were alone in the elevator, his hands and mouth were all over you. Painting beautiful flowers with his mouth against your skin. The noises he had elicited from you made his chest swell with pride and his cock throb painfully against his pants. Every ounce of self control he once harbored was long gone. He didn’t want to miss another second where he wasn’t touching you. 

Yoongi had almost lost his mind while you were fumbling to get the door to your hotel room open. Though, that was mainly his fault, he literally couldn’t keep his hands off of you. 

Yet, now that you were finally in the safety of your hotel room, Yoongi didn’t understand why you were still resisting him and it made him even more frustrated both sexually and emotionally. “What, what do I have to wait for now, I’m so close to coming in my pants please just let me fuck you.” He all but begged, even considered getting down on his knees and kissing the ground you walked on. Though, when he saw you smirk, he knew he had done exactly what you had hoped he would do. 

“Fuck you.” He closed the distance, sighing when you innocently took a step back. 

“I’m trying to but I need to take my shoes off.” You pouted, pointing to your heel cladded feet in front of you, arms behind your back as you swayed from side to side. Yoongi shook his head before taking you into your arms and walking you backwards until the back of your knees hit the bed. You fell back sitting down as Yoongi got down on his knees in front of you. 

“Are you punishing me?” He asked with a pout on his lips. 

You giggled placing both of your hands against his cheeks and squishing them. “Yes.” You affirmed kissing his lips, “I think you deserve it for leaving me.” You gave his cheeks a light tap. “Now get to work or I’ll kick you out.” 

Yoongi scoffed, placing your left foot on top of his knees. His fingers unbuckling the buckle around your ankle slowly, his eyes burning holes into your soul. You swallowed nervously as he slipped it off, his lips connecting with the skin of your ankle, kissing the tiny stick n poke tattoo he had given you after a particularly stressful week of finals, almost three years ago.

 It was crooked. The points of the star weren’t as perfect as he would’ve liked them to be. But it had been entirely your fault. You kept moving, yelping out in dramatized agony every time he poked the needle into your skin, tears welling up in the corner of your eyes. He knew you were just doing it to scare him. Your pain tolerance was higher than any normal human being, which is why he continued his masterpiece, ignoring your pleas to stop. Nevertheless, with a childish pout you had expressed your love for it in more ways than one and vowed to never cover it up no matter what. 

You had kept true to your word. 

“I didn’t mean to.” He sighed, kissing your inner thigh, then moving to the other one. He had long removed your other heel and was now showering you with all the kisses he hadn’t been able to give you in the last year and a half.  “I didn’t want to break up with you.”

His hands traveled up the side of your legs, pushing your dress up further until the white lace of your panties were visible to his soft eyes. He bit his lip, taking in how much of an effect he still had on you. In all honesty, it made him feel on top of the world that your body was still so responsive to his touch. 

“Why did you?” Your voice wavered and you blinked rapidly to keep the tears at bay. Though, you had agreed with his decision to break things off. It had hurt more than you had intended it to hurt. You were left dazed and confused wondering how he could just wake up one day and decide that you weren’t enough for him anymore. 

“You stopped chasing your dreams because of me.” The guilt he had felt every time he held you while you cried out in anger spilled out. The tears now fell down your eyes while he laid you down, taking your dress with him, bringing it over your head and throwing it to the side knocking over the glass of water you kept on your nightstand every night. 

You jumped hitting his chest, “That dress was expensive.” You sniffed and wrapped your arms around his neck, “you’re the biggest idiot I know, I hate you.” You said, burying your head into his chest, mascara staining his pristine white dress shirt, while you unbuttoned it.

 He knew you weren’t crying because of the dress, but this was also not what he meant when he wanted to have you crying tonight. You were right, he was an idiot. 

“I’m sorry,” he pleaded, grabbing your head making you look at him. His own eyes were now filled with tears as he wiped away your own. “I didn’t know what else to do. You weren’t happy.” He kissed your cheek then moved down to your neck, tonguing the spot underneath your ear that he knew would have you weak in your knees. “I-I wasn’t happy.” He confessed against your skin. 

He had never once said it out loud and now that he had, while you pushed his shirt off his shoulders, undressing him further,  he felt childish. “You could’ve just talked to me about it.” You sighed moving your hands down his chest, your manicured nails scraping his skin lightly. He shuddered, the coldness of your touch was something he had never been able to get used to. He had missed it. 

“I know.” He licked down your neck, his fingers playing with your bottom lip, taping it lightly. “I didn’t know how to approach the situation.” His eyes all but rolled back as you took his fingers into your mouth, moaning around his digits. Your mouth was so hot and wet. He wanted to be inside of it, fucking it until you were sputtering and crying tears of pleasure, his precum mixing with your saliva. But he decided he could wait to fulfill his fantasy, right now he needed to show you much he still loved and cared about you. 

Yoongi took his fingers out of your mouth, trailing his moist digits down your neck, painting a masterpiece until they wrapped around your nipples, pinching it, while his mouth kissed around your other nipple. The low sighs of pleasure you were making were astronomical. A beautiful melody he will never get tired of listening to. 

“S-So you decided to break up with me, f-fuck.” You gasped when he lightly bit down on your nipple. It was euphoric, enough to have you reaching your orgasm. You were overly sensitive, overwhelmed with the fact that he was so close to you again. 

“I thought we already agreed that I’m an idiot.” He joked and sat back on his knees, pushing your thighs apart with his hands. The only thing keeping you covered were your panties that were sticking onto you like a second skin and it was driving him insane. 

“Let me keep reminding you then.” You smirked and sat up on your elbows, lifting your hips from the bed to meet his. “Break my heart again and I’ll cut off your dick, and this time I sincerely mean it my love.” He shuddered, your menacing words filled with possibilities and hope. Hope that after tonight you and him could start over again. 

“Have I ever told you how much you actually scare me?” He tilted his head with curiosity, pushing your panties to the side. His mouth watering when he felt how truly wet you were for him. He wanted you in every single way possible. To drink you up like sweet honey dew juice. If he wasn’t so impatient he would’ve buried his face in between your legs, until you were cumming on his tongue. 

“Once or twice.” You lifted your hips as he slid your panties down your legs. He threw them to the side giving your hip a light kiss. “Maybe more than three times.” You gasped as he pushed two of his fingers inside of you. 

His eyes catching sight the other miniscule stick n poke tattoo he had given you after graduation. This time it was a beautiful cursive ‘y’ adorning the skin of your mound, the adrenaline along with the alcohol that was running through both of your veins that night, had numbed you out enough to have you lying still, giggling at his concentration instead of screaming out in pain. 

He moved his fingers, his cock aching to be freed from it’s constraints. He was so painfully hard, aching to be buried inside of you. “I think I told you more than that.” He curled his fingers, hitting the mushy spot inside of you making you gasp. 

“Yoongi, whatever, just please get inside of me before I kick you out.” You arched your back, lifting your hips as his fingers slowly teased you, opening you up for him. You hadn’t been fucked in such a long time. In fact, the last person you had sex with you was the one teasing you right now. 

He huffed rolling his eyes and took out his fingers. “Stop threatening me like that.” He said, bringing his fingers up to your mouth, painting your lips with your arousal. “It hurts my feelings.” 

“Then hurry up.” Your fingers reached over playing with the button of his pants, popping it open as you eyed him through lust filled hooded eyes, “We can play more another day, right now I need you inside of me before I die.” You pleaded. His eyes got wide, his mind ran faster than usual, making sure he had heard you right. 

Another time, you had said. He had heard you right. His hearing wasn’t as bad as he claims it to be, especially when it came to you and anything that leaves your mouth. He nodded and helped you push his pants along with his boxers down his legs. He kicked them away. A low moan escaped his lips when he felt your delicate hand wrap around his hard cock. Your thumb running over his red tip, spreading around the precum. 

“Do you have a condom?” He asked in a choked whisper as he tried his hardest not to cum in your hand. 

You shook your head no, a pout forming on your lips, “I don’t, I thought you would have one.” You kissed his chest lightly as you kept moving your hand around him. “I’m still on the pill though.” You pulled away and looked up at him giving him a knowing wink. 

He swallowed and pushed you softly, laying you down. “Honestly, I didn’t think this would ever happen again so I didn’t bring anything.” 

Your hand around him fell to your side as he climbed over you slowly. “Tell me if it hurts okay, I’ll stop.” He reassured before aligning himself up at your entrance. He ran the tip of his cock over your pussy gathering your essence before pushing himself in. 

“Y-Yoongi, oh my g-god, f-fuck.” You arched your back, digging your nails into the skin of his shoulders. You felt so deliciously good around him, your name falling out of his lips like a silent prayer. 

He buried his face into your neck, planting open mouthed down your neck, biting down lightly when he felt you clench around him. “Can I keep going?” He mumbled. “I need to feel all of you.” 

“Yes, please Yoongi please.” You gasped when you felt him bottoming out inside of you. The pleasure was mind numbing. Your pussy stretching over his cock after such a long time was otherworldly. 

His hands found yours and he intertwined your fingers with his, placing your arms above your head as he started thrusting into you slowly. His eyes burning into yours, refusing to let your gaze go.

Nothing was heard, except for skin slapping against skin. His low grunts combining with your loud moans as he fucked into you faster. The sound of your wet pussy motivating him to continue his ministries. Neither of you were sure how much time had passed, the only thing that mattered was the desperate chase of your highs. 

“Make me cum please.” You pleaded over and over again, as he pistoned his hips into you faster and harder. The knot forming against the pit of your stomach. You kept clenching around him and he knew you were close to the edge. He was too, he could feel the tightness of his balls as his thrusts became sloppy. 

“B-Baby, I’m close.” He bit down on your neck as you arched your back, your nipples brushing against his lightly. 

You dug your nails into his knuckles, raising your hips to meet his desperate thrusts. “Me too, I’m so close.” You gasped as he rolled his hips into yours. The change of rhythm had you screaming out in pleasure. 

He let go of one of your hands, not wasting a second in finding your swollen clit, rubbing fast circles against it with his thumb, “Gonna cum around me my angel, gonna let me paint your walls white.” He panted, his sweaty bangs falling over his eyes. He looked like a greek God, Adonis himself. 

“F-Fuck yes Yoongi, fuck I-I’m coming.” You choked out, the pressure at the pit of your stomach finally breaking. Your pussy fluttering around him, your orgasm taking over your body in pleasure filled spasms. 

Yoongi pushes into you harder, his thumb working against your clit as you ride out your high beneath him. Seeing you so fucked out was enough to tether over the edge, in a silent moan, his own orgasm taking over his body, painting your walls with his sticky substance, filling you up to the brink. “G-God, I love you.” He said after he had somewhat composed himself. 

You wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him into your body. You didn’t want him to move yet, “I love you too Yoongi.” You whispered leaving innocent pecks against his jawline. He chuckled laying his head against your chest. You brushed his hair away from his face. Both of your chests heaving at the same time, as you tried to catch your breaths. 

“Was that okay?” He spoke after a long moment of silence. He rested his chin against your chest looking at you through worrisome eyes. “You don’t hate me anymore right?” 

“I never did.” You smiled, making his heart sore, “It was perfect, I missed you...a lot” You added kissing his nose. 

“I missed you too, maybe a little too much if I’m being honest. I really am sorry angel.” He cuddled into you further, feeling himself grow soft inside of you. You felt his arousal along with yours slide down your legs and you had to hold back from begging him to take you again and again. 

“I know just don’t do it again.” 

“I’d be actually crazy if I did.”

[mae-gi-writes]

Yūgen | Sunwoo (The Boyz)

Yugen (n.) a profound, mysterious sense of the beauty of the universe that triggers a deep, emotional response. 

Requested by anon! In which Sunwoo, the ace of the volleyball team, is curious about what you’re drawing all the time. Until one day, he stumbles upon a drawing of himself made from yours truly. 

Genre: fluff, volleyball player! Sunwoo and art student reader, shy love, softness, and inspired by haikyuu because I have been obssessed with the anime lately TT__TT  A/N: It feels like it’s been ages since I’ve posted here! Slowly but surely, I’m going through my inbox and replying to your requests. Thank you for your patience, stay safe loves, ily all xx 

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Sunwoo wasn't artistically inclined.

But that never stopped him from admiring those that were. He was always so curious as to how just a flick of fingers managed to create a shadow, or how just one glance at a subject made it through onto paper without so much as an effort to remember the details. It was like it was automatically recorded into one's brain, hands already registered to mimic the curves and the folds and the shadows that turned into nothing short of a miraculous piece. So when he caught sight of someone drawing, it always piqued his interest. He stumbled upon you one late afternoon after his volleyball practice, with sweat dotting his forehead and his training bag slung casually over his shoulder. He was about to direct his way to the parking lot upon exiting the gymnasium, only to spot a lone figure huddled upon the bleachers and curled into a ball that caused Sunwoo to frown. Slowly sidling up to the stranger in question and peeking over the railing to catch a glimpse of your face, his eyes are instantly driven to the sketchpad in your hands.

You didn't notice him though, so absorbed in your own world with earphones blocking out reality that a tsunami could've gone unnoticed. So Sunwoo took advantage to climb over onto the opposite bleacher and, after ensuring that your back wouldn't turn to greet him, leaned over the separation to catch sight of a lone figure cartwheeling freely over the page. Woah. You were talented alright. There was nothing else to describe the fluidity of movement you caught with your pencil. It made Sunwoo's breath catch in his throat. He had the sudden urge to know exactly what kind of face hid behind the visual mastery manifesting before his very eyes. After all, there must be other things for them to see rather than the boring literal reality that most people settled for. What kind of imageries were they creating in their heads? What beautiful stories were they crafting? Worlds they got lost in? You moved then, causing Sunwoo to jolt back and scurry away with his heart beating out of his chest, deciding that it was enough spying for the day. After that day, he made sure to seek you out every time after practice although he noticed you never strayed too long in the same place, always moving about like a shadow lingering in the corner, invisible yet omniscient. Sometimes you would find a quiet spot in a patch of sunlight by the tennis courts. Sometimes you'd be found on the bleachers, alert eyes observing every pass, every move, every twist of a body like  camera taking everything in. Sunwoo never approached you. Not that he didn't want to, but he found it awkward to just come up to you and present himself as the guy who'd been stalking your drawings. So he admired you from afar instead, relished in the passion of your dark coffee coloured eyes and in the attentive focus dipping your eyebrows in a soft frown, lips paeted slightly in concentration. "Do you know her?" He'd asked one of his friends from the volleyball team once, during their lunch break as he saw you line up at the cafeteria. Changmin took a peek at your face before he shook his head, "she might be in one of my electives." "Which one?" "I think it's art." Sunwoo forced his face to remain in a mask of calmness as he grabbed a steak sandwich, no fries, "do you know her name?" "Nah. I don't think she's ever spoken in class," Changmin's eyebrows quirk up then, "why'd you ask?" "No reason." Changmin's pointed look defined anything but that.  Although he did have the decency to drop the subject as soon as the rest of the volleyball team joined the table. Sunwoo got his answer a few days later when he practically toppled over you and your drawing crayons. It was his mistake. He'd been leaning too far out from the top of the basketball bleachers, struggling to get even the smidgest glimpse of what amazing piece of art hiding under your jacket sleeve, only for his foot to slip. Down he went with a curse, crashing straight into your body and quickly scrabbling to wrap his arms around your head, a pathetic attempt to cushion your fall as you fell into a heap in front of the bleachers. "You--you okay?" He huffed out, breathless and heart beating like a time bomb. Pulling his arms away slowly, gently, he finally met your gaze straight on and --oh my, your eyes were not coffee coloured at all.  But more of a honey-brown, wide open and framed by soft lashes. Currently dilated in panic. "I'm fine! What--What about you? Oh gosh, I'm so sorry--" "No it was my fault," he made a grab for your sketchbook and scattered pens only for his orbs to register the face messily etched onto the paper. His breath caught. For a minute, he could do nothing but stare at the replica of his face made in charcoal. Those were his eyes, his slightly crooked nose. The scowl he wore during his soccer matches. That was him. The resemblance was akin to that of perfection. That was before your hands snatched away the sketchbook before you quickly slammed it closed, cheeks blazing red, "that's-- I swear I"m not a creep, I-- I just do that for practice--" "It's amazing." Your head-- which had been bowed this entire time for fear that anger would be his response -- shot up in surprise, "what?" "It's amazing," Sunwoo repeated. He wouldn't mind repeating it forever, he realized, if that meant he got to see that aforable blush of yours. He reached out with his hand, "can I look at it again?" So you allowed him after some slight hesitation, and if he noticed, he didn't comment. Fingers brushing against yours slightly, he handled the sketchbook with utmost care as he flipped through the pages with child-like awe. He'd seen your drawings, sure, but mere glimpses here and there, a sneak peek, always accompanied with the fear of being found. But now, he could take his time and actually relish in the soft tracings of your crayon, admire the gentle shadings that made up the tip of his nose. You had managed to capture that frown -- the one he used whenever he concentrated -- to perfection and for a minute he swore he'd fallen in love with himself. "You're really good," he murmured, though that definitely banalized the array of praises popping through his head, "you should keep doing them. I mean it." "So, you're not--" you paused, "mad?" "Well I think you'd have more reason to be mad if you knew I was stalking you from before." "What?" Oh Sunwoo, you idiot. Your eyes had tripled their size and you were looking at him like he'd just grown a second head. He lifted his hands as defence, "that sounded so much better in my head. I swear I'm not that creepy, or a stalker, I just--well you're always drawing and I got curious but I can't really come over and tell you to show me so I had to hide and peek and--" You burst out laughing in his face and despite the fact that he was the cause, he couldn't help joining in with a small chuckle, a grin spreading across his features at how alive you looked at this very moment. "You can ask me next time," your grin settled into a soft smile, "I don't bite." "Your words, not mine," he said, tone lighter and teasing. He helped you gather your belongings and as the pair of you started towards the school gates, he asked for your name. "Y/N," you answered, "and you?" "Sunwoo," he noticed the sky was darkening into purple, a sign that twilight was approaching. Usually, he'd be in a hurry to catch the last bus of the evening to avoid the pain of traffic after six. But it was like his body was slowing down on its own to join your pace, as if he was automatically tuning in to the rhythm of your steps. He found he didn't mind. "So why athletes? Any special reason why you like drawing them?" He asked as you reached the gates. "I just like watching the way they move. It's ...graceful," a hand went to rub the back of your neck, "and they come in handy for figure practice." "I mean, we're not that graceful when you're on the pitch ready to get blown away," he chuckled, "but thanks. At least we know we don't play like animals." "Oh god no. The volleyball team's pretty good. The rugby team on the other hand..." you sigh before you shake your head, "that team is nearly impossible to draw." His shoulders shook as he laughed, "well I don't think they aim for graceful. They look like a pack of wild dogs. Even I don't understand how they play." You had reached the said bus stop by then before you spotted your mother's car along the sidewalk, "oh, my mom's here," you turn to him, "where do you live? Maybe we can drop you--" Meeting your mom? On the first day of meeting you? Sunwoo's hands flew up, shaking them wildly in response, "oh no no, that's not necessary. I'll see you tomorrow!" Thank god for the bus that pulled up at the right time so that he didn't have to linger longer than he needed to. But he didn't miss the small wave of your hand as you watched him go, the smile on your face warming his heart even when it was one of the coldest winter days of the year. From that day onwards, Sunwoo made it a must to make his presence known whenever you were deep in your sketches, always observing, sometimes silently keeping you company and sometimes getting so wrapped up in conversation that your pens would lay forgotten by your bag as you bantered back and forth about subjects that would've made people throw you looks of concern. It became routine to have Sunwoo's head pop up from behind the bleachers or to see him walk up the path to your special hiding spot, right where your gaze would meet the tennis court. You sketched him more and more, folding your drawings into your bag so that he wouldn't see although the urge to catch his face on paper was a growing addiction you couldn't ignore. Even your friends had noticed his lingering presence, proceeding to prod you with questions reflecting their curiosity. "He's from the vòlleyball team isn't he?" Yeji asked one time during lunch, upon noticing the way the said young man's stare lingered over the back of your head before turning away just as quickly, "do you know him?" "We've spoken once or twice." "How do you know him?" Your other friend, Saeron, nudged you with a wriggle of her brows. You brushed her teasing away, "we bumped into each other and then he saw my drawings." "Oh right, you do sketch athletes," Yeji leaned forward, mouth full of bread, "did you sketch him?" "I did, actually." "Oh awkward," Saeron giggled, "he's handsome though, can't deny that. You gotta introduce us sometime." You mumbled out an agreement even though you sat with them just for the sake of having people around. It wasn't that you didn't appreciate them. You did. But they seemed to speak a language you couldn't quite grasp. You would rather sit in your own silence, enjoy your own company if that made sense. Maybe that was why it was so surprising, that you allowed Sunwoo to linger as long as he wanted to. There was something authentic about the way he reacted to your words, an unguarded expression that made you comfortable enough to speak up without fear of judgment. Spending time with Sunwoo was listening to water trickle down the river. Smooth and free. Peaceful. But Sunwoo seldom knew of your high regards, was not aware of the tiny sketch of his figure in mid-spike that was hidden in the pocket of your school skirt so that you could take a peek whenever you felt out of place or nervous. It calmed you down to admire his composure, even if his expression was a mere mimic that could not replace reality. "Do you have any material in particular that you like to use?" Sunwoo asked one cloudy afternoon, breaking the silence while huddling a little closer to peek at your newest sketch of Lee Juyeon; a basketball star player known for his quick reflexes and adept playing style. Not only was his skill on par with that of a Nationals team, but his looks had garnered him quite a fanbase from the get-go. Sunwoo would've liked to say that he wasn't jealous of the way your thumb gently applied shade to Juyeon's lower lip. But the spike in the middle of his chest proved him otherwise. "I like charcoal the most, it's the easiest to work with," pausing to admire your work, your eyes glanced over at him, "do you draw?" He scoffed, "like a five year old." "Wanna try?" "No way. I'll ruin it. I'm okay with admiring it from afar." You hummed an unknown tune as you pulled back your sketchbook, "how is practice?" "Alright. Could be better. We won a practice match last week so we're kind of taking it easy." "That's good though isn't it?" Your gaze met his. His eyes were various gradients of warm maroon and you wished-- at this very moment -- to paint his features into memory. That was when you realized how close you were. You shuffled slightly back and didn't notice the frown Sunwoo threw you in response, "it is. And I'm happy we get to rest. The team deserves it." "You're pursuing it in College?" Your eyes tried not to linger too much over his lips, "volleyball, I mean." "Depends," he smiled, though it didn't reach his eyes, "if we make it to the Nationals." "You will." "Someone's confident," he chuckled. "Well I'm no pro but even I can tell you're talented, Sunwoo," you peeked at him from behind your fringe, glad that you could blame the cold for your red cheeks when just the intensity and closeness of his entity made you want to squirm, "so if there's anyone who can do it, it's you." It was impossible to keep eye contact after such a confession. You lowered your gaze, glad for your sketchbook that acted as a distraction. It was at that very moment that the paper tucked so neatly in your pocket slipped out, causing Sunwoo to quickly make a grab for it. You made a noise of protest before trying to snatch it back, but the boy only chuckled before unfolding the creased page so that there he was, depicted in all his glory. "Is that--" his voice was hoarse and you took this as your chance to steal it from his grasp, reddened cheeks burning and fingers shaking as you folded it back to its tiny square shape, "is that me?" "Y--yes." "You--you keep that with you?" "I--I do," you lifted your chin up defiantly, though you felt your limbs trembling. His eyes, they pierced your own, piecing together a coherence that caused your stomach to fill with butterflies. When he spoke next, his words were a mere murmur. "Why?" "I--I don't know," eyes darting towards the ground, you mumbled, "I just like watching you...play." A pause. Then, Sunwoo shifted a little bit closer. "You like watching me play? Or do you like," he cocked his head, "watching me?" If you were red before then you were probably the colour of a fire engine truck by now. Averting your eyes and turning your head away were instinctive responses due to the blood rushing through your face. "Stop flirting with me," came your mumble. Laughing softly in response, he scooted himself a little closer, so close that his shoulder brushed your back. He leaned over, head tilted to catch your expression. "Cute," his lips broke out in a crooked grin and you swore you felt your heart explode. Flustered, you shoved him away out of instinct but he wasn't having any of that. His hand grabbed your wrists and with a yelp, you were dragged even closer to his chest. "You like looking at me that much huh?" His tone was teasing while his eyes glimmered with playful mischief, "why is that,Y/N?" "You ask as if you don't know," you mumbled out through jumbled words and you were glad he actually understood you. But instead of laughing some more, his features softened into a smile instead as he proceeded to gaze down at you with an expression you couldn't quite place. It was in your normal behaviour to admire people. Not the other way around. And at this very moment, you felt way out of your comfort zone. "I don't know." Your orbs flew up to his in surprise and what you found in those coffee-coloured pupils made your breath stutter, heat coiling through your abdomen. "It...it calms me down," your whisper was barely louder than a breath but by the way Sunwoo's smile widens to reach his eyes, you could tell he heard you just fine. "I like watching you too," he replied. A strand of your hair caught in the wind and he raised his hand to curl it around the back of your ear, his touch ghosting with sparks wherever flesh bumped into flesh. You felt warm. He didn't pull away. Didn't bother hiding the slight dust of pink in his cheeks either, as he slowly allowed his palm to cradle the side of your face. Gently. As if he feared you might run away, recoil back. But you didn't. Even with your breaths going staccato, even if your heart felt like a wild animal. You calmed yourself down with the knowledge that he seemed just as nervous as you were and suddenly, out of a stroke of boldness, your hand went up to hold on to his, pressing it close to your cheek. His breath hitched. You shivered. The wind blew against your figures, a gentle reminder that the day was coming to an end. You weren't exactly sure what changed that day. There were no verbal agreements, nothing that suggested your relationship had changed. Yet, the subtle touches of his hand against your back, your shoulders, moving your hair from one shoulder to another, complemented by his gentle doe-eyed stare that made your toes curl, these changes were small, but significant. And you couldn't find it in your heart to say that you disliked it. What are we? The words lingered at the tip of your tongue, as bitter as the aftertaste of coffee as you stole small glances in his direction. You were sitting comfortably under a tree that overlooked the tennis court where Sunwoo had decided to join you. He'd fallen asleep halfway through your beginning sketch and was now leaning against the tree trunk, face relaxed and body leaned towards yours, close enough that you could admire his face. Countless hours you had spent tracing Sunwoo's features on paper. Countless times you had imagined tracing his lips with your thumb, wondered whether they were as soft as they looked. Maybe it was just curiosity or maybe you had let him walk into your heart so easily that you hadn't realized it yourself. But if there was one thing you could swear your heart upon it would be that you could no longer imagine every day without Sunwoo's presence at your side. As if on instinct, your fingers took a life of their own as they reached up to push a few strands away from his face. They gently carved a path down his cheek, landing at the corner of his jaw. Dangerously close to his open mouth. There was no denying it. Sunwoo was beautiful. Handsome. Had those features on par to that of a model's. You were so focused on edging your way to touch his lower lip that you didn't realize you had been staring, until you glanced up to see his brown orbs fixated on yours. You froze. Shit. "Like what you see?" He murmured. Then, before you could scramble back and probably run with your tail between your legs, his own hand grasped your own and he pushed himself off the trunk before his head angled towards yours, finding your lips. Soft. Sunwoo's lips were soft. You panicked. Not used to the closeness. The fire that sparked between your lids. But his other hand went to clasp your jaw, holding you close as he kissed your next protest away and unconsciously brushing his thumb against your cheek. Shivering in his touch, there was no running away from the way his mouth molded against yours so snugly, and you didn’t want to. You found yourself addicted to the sweet pressure of his upper lip meeting your lower ones and soon enough -- without realizing -- you melted into his touch. 

Sunwoo made a noise that sounded like a soft grunt, his other hand lacing around your waist to pull you closer so that you tumbled halfway into his lap. With embarrassment suddenly flooding through you, you let out a squeak that he answered with a chuckle of his own before distracting you once more with a series of kisses that left you gasping.

Your hands, initially balled into fists in your lap, went to rest against his chest and you didn’t realize that you were gripping onto his school shirt until you parted for air. Only were you aware of your compromising position, of the hard ridges of the young man’s thighs, of the firmness of his chest against your palms, of the way he seemed to be so much bigger than you even though he was a lean athlete, meant to be light and as speedy as the wind. 

Breaths coming out ragged, you tried to slow the beating of your heart. Though it seemed to be quite the challenge, given how lovingly, how intense, Sunwoo seemed to be in making love to your neck, nibbling on your pulse point and causing a soft whimper to fall from your lips. 

A whistle blew in the distance.

The soccer team. They’d be crawling up the hill any minute now.

“Sunwoo,” you breathed out, eyes hazy with mixed feelings of desire and embarrassment. You feebly tried pushing against his chest, to no avail. He merely groaned, head tilting upwards to catch your mouth into another kiss. 

“Sunwoo,” you groaned against his lips. But he held on for dear life, one hand clasping the back of your neck, tangled into your locks. The other around your waist, pressing you as close as he could possibly get you to be. 

“Just one more,” he mumbled in-between kisses, hooded eyes fluttering closed and head slanting to kiss you a little deeper, a little harder.

Your body was on fire. You weren’t used to this intimacy, nor all of the affection he was raining down upon you. 

But it felt good. It felt amazing. Eye-opening.

He finally relented after what seemed like an eternity and you quickly made a move to scramble out of his lap. Though he wasn’t having any of that, grip made of iron as he held on. You looked up to snap at him to let go before everyone saw but was faced with his pout instead, which was enough to bring down your defences. 

“Please,” his pout deepened and your heart practically vaulted through your chest. Cute. Cute. Cute. Stop. Burying his face into your neck, he whispered, “I just wanna hold you.” 

So he did. And thank god the team had decided to take a different route so that you would avoid their imploring, questioning gazes. Though Sunwoo admitted that he’d already known they would go up from the other side of the gymnasium, considering they did that every other week to train their stamina in the process. 

That earned him a light smack on the side of his head, making him whine, “What did I do to deserve this Y/N?” 

“You knew!” You wanted to throw him a glare, but it was impossible when you were busy fighting the grin spreading across your face. 

He grinned back at you, that crooked smile that always resulted in a burst of butterflies roaring through your abdomen. Just like now. 

“So, since you have a drawing of me that you keep staring at every day--” his words died into laughter when you tried smacking his arm, proceeding to cage your wrist with his hand before kissing your knuckles. You squirmed as he continued, “does that mean I can get a picture of you?”

You let out a noise of protest, “that depends,” you mumbled, unconsciously finding refuge in his neck.

Chuckling, Sunwoo grasped your chin lightly to pull you back so that his brown orbs gazed right into yours with a gentleness that had you weak at the knees, “on what?” 

“On what I get in return.” 

“What if I say I’ll take you on a date?” he said wickedly. 

You couldn’t help your smile. 

“I guess that could work.” 

[joonie-beanie]

The OM! Boys + their reaction to you walking into the room naked

My HC for this may be slightly different than the tiktok challenge (I assume that’s what you’re referring to), but hopefully you still enjoy!

(MC/Reader is GN)

Lucifer:

He doesn’t bother looking up when you step into his study--too absorbed in his current work. He needs to read through the proposal on his desk and have the signed papers to Diavolo by morning, and it’s already nearing midnight.

“Lucifer.”

“Hmm?” He doesn’t give you his attention, at first. He’s used to you coming to check on him when it gets late, pestering him about coming to bed and getting some much needed shut-eye. “I’ll join you shortly. I need to finish up here.”

“Lucifer,” you try again, tone a little annoyed. He pauses at that, not used to hearing you upset. He sets his pen down with a sigh--gloved hand combing through his dark hair.

“Yes, Y/N, what--,” his voice cuts off as his gaze finally finds you. You’re leaning against the doorframe to the room, arms hugged in front of you, and a playful look in your eyes.

There’s not a shred of clothing on your body.

Seeing that you have his attention, you don’t bother saying anything. Simply watch his reaction--loving the way his crimson eyes widen in shock.

However, it doesn’t take him long to recover. He presses to his feet, and steps around the wooden desk, a handsome grin on his lips.

As he approaches you, his demon form materializes without warning.

“You’re lucky that I could use a break,” he tells you, hooking a finger beneath your chin and forcing you to face him. There’s a sadistic glint in his gaze, one that has you swallowing the saliva pooling in your mouth. 

“But don’t think I’ll be kind. As much as I’m thrilled to see you present yourself to me like this, next time, you need to be patient. Now--,” his wings flutter, and you gasp as he cages you against the door. His fingers curl around your throat.

“Prepare yourself.”

Mammon:

He’s in the middle of looking up “get rich quick” schemes on his DDD when you enter his room without knocking.

“Oh~” he greets lazily, not bothering to turn away from his current task. He knows it’s you, because you’d messaged him earlier, asking if he was free, and alone.

He had assumed that you just wanted to spend some one-on-one time with The Great Mammon, and who could blame you? 

“Mammon,” you call, a purr to your voice that makes the Avatar of Greed pause. Turning away from his DDD, he looks over and sees you leaning over his pool table, with your palms pressed against the edge of the wooden surface. 

You’re...stark naked.

He can’t see your ahem nether region thanks to the height of the table, but he can see the tops of your hips, and there’s a very clear lack of underwear.

“Wh--!” his hand flies to cover his mouth, a brilliant blush blooming on his face. “Where are your clothes?!”

You blink innocently. “I figured you might like this type of surprise. But if I’m wrong~”

You fake a disappointed sigh, turning and acting like you’re going to exit his room. 

Immediately Mammon is on his feet and vaulting over the pool table (quite literally). His arms wrap around your torso, hugging you protectively back against his chest. You can already feel that he’s semi-hard as his pelvis rubs against your ass.

“I...of course I like it,” he mumbles, pressing a soft kiss to your neck. “Ya just surprised me, is all…”

You giggle, lifting a hand to pet through his hair. “Would you like me to stay, then?”

His arms wrap tighter around you, teeth nipping at the skin of your throat. “As if I would let ya go anywhere looking like this, silly human...you’re staying here tonight.”

Levi:

When you excuse yourself in the middle of the game the two of you are playing, saying something about needing the bathroom, Levi doesn’t think much of it.

His attention is solely on the screen of his computer, concentration through the roof as he completes the boss battle without your help (he really hadn’t needed your aid, anyway. He just loved spending time with you in person, and in game.)

Levi is in the middle of picking up all the rewards the boss had dropped following its defeat, so he doesn’t notice you return to the room.

“Levi.”

Blinking, the Avatar of Envy glances over his shoulder, hearing your voice behind him. The moment he catches sight of naked body, his brain short circuits. 

With a surprised yelp, he instinctively swivels in his chair to face you, but his headphones catch--yanking his head back, and effectively making a mess of everything as the taut cord shoves an army of gingerly placed figurines from atop his desk.

Perhaps you should have waited for him to get his new wireless headphones from Akuzon before attempting this trend with him…

“Oh dear,” you sigh, an embarrassed blush spreading on your face as you survey the damage you’ve done. Levi is the same color as a tomato, his wide orange gaze shifting between your naked body, and the ceiling. Like if he stares at you too long, he’ll self-destruct.

“I’m sorry,” you say after a moment, sighing. “I thought surprising you might have been fun, but…”

Your voice trails off, a shiver raking up your spine as you feel something slick curl around your ankle. When you look down, you note it’s Levi’s tail. His demon form has materialized without you realizing. 

“No, i-it’s fine…,” you see him swallow harshly, his tail continuing to wind up your leg. He tugs you forward, closer to him. His hands hover near your waist, his eyes soaking in the sight of you. You can see a tent beginning to form in his pants. “Can I touch you?”

You nod, and in the next beat, he’s all over you.

Satan:

Per usual, he’s engrossed in a novel, so he doesn’t notice your disappearance behind a particularly large stack of books. Nor does he hear the sound of you shedding your clothes. 

Thankfully, he can’t miss the sound of his name falling from your lips.

“Satan.”

He turns his gaze away from the book, pausing when he sees you standing a few feet in front of him, completely nude. 

His eyebrows raise high on his forehead, grin tugging at his lips. Silently, he moves to place the book face-down on the arm of the chair.

His obvious satisfaction at your surprise has you unable to stop yourself from smiling.

“Like what you see?”

“You could say that.”

He presses to his feet and makes his way towards you--emerald eyes soaking in every inch of your revealed skin. When he finally reaches your side, his hands immediately reach out to grip your waist. His fingers give you a gentle squeeze.

“Is there some special occasion I should know about?” he asks, chuckling. You shake your head, reaching up to cup his face. His smile widens at the action, gaze falling to your lips.

“No occasion. I just wanted to see how you would react.”

“And is my reaction what you were hoping for?”

You lean in, connecting your lips with his. “Mhm~”

The two of you share a few kisses, before Satan is backing you into one of the many bookshelves, his knee slotting between your legs. 

He leans in, mouth hot against your ear.

“Getting the full experience of my reaction may take a few hours, just so you know.”

Asmo:

The Avatar of Lust has never heard of the human world challenge, same as his brothers, but he’s always more than open to seeing you naked, that’s for sure!

So, when you excuse yourself in the middle of your study-session--returning a minute later, and calling out his name so playfully--he’s thrilled at what he finds.

“Ooo~! Look at you!” He starts fanning himself, leaning back in his chair as he regards you with rapt attention. His honey colored eyes drag from the top of your head, all the way down to your feet, and back again.

“Will you turn for me?” He asks, biting his lip. You’re tempted to roll your eyes, but do as he asks--slowly rotating yourself so he’s able to see every inch of your nude skin. 

“Gosh, you should absolutely do this more often.” There’s a slight groan to his voice, a show of his satisfaction at your bold present.

“If I did, I have the feeling I’d never leave your room,” you respond with a laugh. Asmo jumps to his feet, making his way to your side. His fingertips roam over the skin of your arms, and he leans in to kiss you.

“Did you want to continue our study-session like this, or should I clear the bed?”

You smile against him. “I’ll leave that up to you.”

Asmo giggles, and before you know it, he has detached himself from you. He works quickly to clear his mattress of any notebooks, and loose papers.

“Shame on you for tempting me like this, when I’ve got a test coming up soon,” he scolds you, but there’s no real anger in his voice. Once the bed has been cleared, Asmo crawls atop the plush sheets and settles on his side, staring at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. 

He beckons you with a roll of his finger. “Come here, darling.”

And you’d be a fool to disobey the Avatar of Lust’s command.

Beel:

He has invited you over to watch his favorite cooking show, but you’d left during the commercial break to go and grab some snacks (the ones he had already prepared long gone--filling his stomach).

It only takes you a few minutes to return, but since the program has started up again on the TV screen, Beel doesn’t bother looking up at the sound of the door opening.

“Y/N, hurry, they’re finishing up the dish,” he says, mouth practically watering. You silently make your way to his bed, dropping the snacks beside him. He mindlessly reaches for a bag of chips, attention still on the TV.

“Beel,” you finally speak. For the first time since your return, his purple eyes shift to look at you.

What he finds has the chip between his lips falling onto the sheets--his newly opened snack forgotten about. His adam’s apple bobs against his throat as he swallows, and you squeal in surprise as he suddenly reaches out--dragging you into him. 

You end up straddling his lap, one of his large hands gripping your waist, while the other moves to cradle the back of your head.

Just like that, his favorite program is forgotten about. 

“Itadakimasu,” he grumbles, mouth connecting with your shoulder.

He doesn’t question your lack of clothing--doesn’t need to know the reasoning for your current actions.

All he knows is that you taste better than his snacks, and are more entertaining than the cooking program.

Besides, he can catch the rerun later.

Belphie:

You decide to surprise him while attempting to wake him up from a nap.

After entering his room, you carefully shed your clothes, and then approach the side of his bed. He’s thoroughly snuggled beneath the covers, just his eyes, and messy hair peeking out from beneath the piles of blankets.

“Belphie,” you call out quietly, shaking his shoulder.

He groans, pulling away from your hand. His eyes don’t open, his groggy brain not ready to be awake yet.

“5 more minutes.”

You breathe a laugh, posing a hand on your hip. “Belphie, look at me.”

Despite not wanting to be awake, the Avatar of Sloth begrudgingly cracks his eyes open. His gaze falls on you, and you can see his eyes widen ever so slightly--the cogs in his brain beginning to move.

He stares at you for a few long seconds, eyes trailing the length of your naked body.

“Hehe~,” he extends his arms, the covers folding down as he reaches out and makes a grabbing motion at you, revealing the grin on his face.

You laugh, but nonetheless step forward into his waiting hands. Immediately he’s tugging you onto the bed beside him.

“Can you start waking me up like this from now on?” he asks, folding your head beneath his chin. His fingertips roam across back, settling near your waist.

“I have a feeling that if I do, we won’t ever actually get out of bed.”

He chuckles at your words, mouth moving to your ear. His teeth tug at your earlobe, and you can’t help but shiver.

“Hopefully that’s not an issue, because I don’t plan on letting you go now that you’re here.”

Solomon:

Despite being a magically inclined human, Solomon is a human nonetheless, so he’s aware of the tiktok challenge.

However, he never actually expects anyone to do it to him.

You’re chilling in his room at Purgatory Hall when he excuses himself to go and fetch a beverage. When he returns, he finds you right where you had been when he’d left--lounging atop his bed, on your stomach--but all of your clothes have disappeared.

For a half second, he wonders if he’d forgotten about a spell he’d cast on you as a prank. However, judging by the teasing grin on your face, and the glint in your eyes, your clothes have disappeared of your own volition.

Then, he remembers the tiktok trend.

“My apologies for not rushing to jump your bones like many of the men do in those videos.”

He walks over and calmly places the coffee mug in his hand on the nightstand. The bed dips a moment later as he moves to join you on the mattress.

However, rather than settle down beside you, he grips your shoulder and rolls you onto your back. Solomon then leans over you, caging you in as he lowers himself just inches from your face.

“While I may not have reacted like you expected, I’m more than happy to give you the same outcome.”

You grin up at him. “Which is?”

He smiles mischievously, his fingertips moving to dance across your ribs. You can feel magic buzzing on his skin.

“I think you know.”

Simeon:

Nothing can prepare Simeon for the moment he swivels around at his desk--his name falling from your lips, and beckoning his attention.

You’re over for a study date, and had excused yourself to the restroom for a moment. 

“Yes, Y/N--?” his voice catches when he spots you there--standing in the doorway to his bathroom in all of your glory. 

The Angel’s heart feels like it may beat straight out of his chest, his mind momentarily blue-screening as he stares at you.

“Wow,” he eventually breathes, raising a gloved hand to cover his blushing face. Despite obviously being flustered, his gaze still roams across you--only his mouth and cheeks hidden from view.

“Despite being a celestial, you’re truly the angel among the two of us.”

That gets you blushing, your arms hugging at your sides. Seeing you turn pink at his words has Simeon feeling a bit bolder, and he presses to his feet, moving to join you.

His arms wrap around you, pulling you into a tight hug, and he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“You’re so beautiful.”

“No you,” you mumble in response, pouting up at him, and wondering how he’d managed to turn the tables on you so easily. Simeon only laughs, leaning in to connect your lips. 

“Thank you...shall we move to the bed?”

Oh. 

“Yes, please.”

Diavolo:

Diavolo had been informed by Barbatos at the end of the student council meeting that you were waiting in his office for him.

Without a second thought, he had left to find you--assuming you wanted to talk about sometime in private with him. Which, honestly, he didn’t mind in the least, considering you were always good company.

However, the last thing he expects to find when he steps into his office is you, sitting behind his desk, in his oversized leather chair...completely nude.

You fold your hands onto the wood, smiling at him. 

“Good evening.”

There’s a playful glint in your eye, one that has Diavolo’s initial shock wearing off quickly--replaced with amused interest instead.

Closing the door behind him, the Demon Prince slowly makes his way around the desk.

“Is there something you need to tell me about?”

“Oh, no, I just wanted to surprise you,” you giggle, gasping when Diavolo suddenly reaches out and secures your waist.

He lifts you out of the black chair, seating you on his desk, and stepping between your spread legs. A blush dusts your cheeks, eyes widening as his grip slides down to your hips--his handsome face just inches from yours.

“Well, I certainly enjoy this type of surprise.” Diavolo grips your chin with his fingers, and guides you into a soft kiss.

“Perhaps you should surprise me like this after school hours more often.”

Barbatos:

While staying the weekend at the Demon Lord’s Castle, you volunteer to get up early and help the royal butler prepare breakfast. It’s a large job, considering the brothers, and other exchange students are staying over as well.

“Good morning, Barbatos,” you greet, stepping into the spacious kitchen. The butler, standing in front of the stove, takes a moment before turning to address you.

“Good morn--,” he begins, but pauses when he sees your state of dress. Or, rather, undress, considering you’re wearing absolutely nothing.

A light blush dusts his cheeks, and he coughs to clear his throat. 

“Have you misplaced your clothing? It’s not wise to cook in such a state.”

“I just wanted to see your reaction,” you respond with a laugh, stepping further into the room. He notices that your clothes are bundled in your arms. 

“Well, perhaps it is a good way to start the day off,” he comments, smiling as his eyes roam over your figure. 

Then, he’s moving away, walking to the edge of the kitchen to retrieve something you can’t quite see. When he returns to your side, you note that he’s holding a plain, white apron.

“I hardly mind such a sight to accompany the breakfast preparation, but I’d prefer if you not injure yourself.”

He slides the neck of the apron over your head, and then moves to your back--tightly securing the ties. You shiver when his gloved hand traces the length of your spine.

He smiles charmingly at the reaction.

“Shall we get to work?”

[burnedbyshoto]

my hero

— Walking alone in the middle of the night isn’t the best of ideas, but that’s okay, you had a hero waiting to save you.

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pairing: kirishima eijirou x fem!reader

warnings: 18+, smut, pwp, exhibitionism, strangers fucking, dirty talk, praise, belly bulge, attempted kidnapping

word count: 5,197

a/n: and we’re back! sorry for the super late uploads, I hope you can forgive me. pls enjoy, I had fun writing it :D

kinktober day 18 main kink: exhibitionism | kinktober masterlist

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You really needed to stop walking the streets so late at night.

It was a bad habit you’ve grown in the past few months. Your building anxiety and untouched, restless energy made you bounce around your apartment. But you didn’t go anywhere, couldn’t do anything but pace from corner to corner. 

The wood of your apartment floor must have been streaked with the dye of your socks, and you swore you could see the small indents from where you drag your feet to and fro your wall. The restless energy you had was untouchable, and your friends soon became worried about you. Eventually, after one night of taking a new 5,000 steps in the small living room of your apartment, your friend said to go for a run.

Sure, it was six in the evening, and yeah, maybe the spring night was cold, but Jesus fuck please, your pacing made them anxious. So, that’s how you began your journey of running at night because your once six pm runs evolved into eleven pm jogs. You had always been one to carry your pepper spray in your pocket and had a concealed sharp key in your fist as you ran. You were still prepared, even if you never ran into a situation that caused you to need either item.

But tonight was different as it always was.

You were dressed in your black joggers and a dark grey sweatshirt.

The slight chill of the fall night barely seeping into your skin that was hot with your exhaustion. It was late out, and as you went from a jogging pace and slowed into a stroll as you entered the park approximately two blocks away from your home, you stopped. 

Stretching your arms over your head, you stretched out your slightly sore limbs and took in the tranquility of the park at night.

The park was a beautiful one, in your opinion.

It was thick with trees; every ten steps you took, there was a new tree. Wooden benches and picnic tables littered the floor and winding concrete everywhere, showing just how great the place could be to enjoy while the sun was out. There was a playground by the entrance you came through and a basketball court at the gate you exit from.

Altogether, it was beautiful and simple.

But as you pressed the sleeve of your sweatshirt to your forehead, wiping the beaded sweat on your skin, you froze when you heard the sound of leaves crunching behind you. 

You froze as you turned around, your eyes wide and lips falling open when you saw a man stumbling toward you. There was no reason to panic, probably, you thought as he looked occupied on his own phone, his head down, his steps quick and focused. But there was no denying the small, almost horrible feeling that pooled into your stomach as you watched him approach nearer and nearer.

You grabbed the pepper spray that was in your pocket as a premature, ready to fight movement, your feet moving to get out of the path in case he tried to do anything. Your breathing was soft, not entirely too loud, but to you, It seemed to ring loudly in your ears as he got nearer and nearer.

He passed by you, his eyes not even trying to look your way as he went one step, two steps, three steps away from you. You wanted to sigh in relief about your stupid freak out; of course, it was nothing, it was always nothing, so there was no reason for you to freak out. But then he stopped, and you were too late to see the twitch in his shoulder, the way he spun around faster than you could scream and tackled you to the floor. 

His hands were all over you, grabbing you, shoving his dirty, grimey hand into your mouth to silence you, fisting into your mouth so that even your biting, snapping closed jaw was stupid weak against him. Tears welled in your eyes as his knee buried into the center of your lungs, shortening your breaths as you struggled to get the pepper spray from your pocket.

You found that you couldn't.

You couldn't grab the canister from inside your pocket as the man's smile grew wider, terribly cunning as you struggled to do all that you could to get him off you. 

Pathetic.

Useless.

Weak.

Tears began to stream from your eyes, the fear that twisted and rotted in your stomach festering like a stench as you cried against his fisted hand. You wouldn't be heard, wouldn't be seen. You were being assaulted with no way of being saved because no one went out here this late at night. You cursed your inability to do anything on time, cried that your dumb anxiety only felt better after running for an hour, and your lungs burned with the slowly depleting oxygen coming to your veins.

But just as your eyes were beginning to close, your hope and ability to wish for the best outcome was simmering into nothing but ashes and smoke, something large, hard, and fast knocked onto the man on top of you. You gasped for air as you immediately turned onto your side, your hands and knees buried into the dirt floor as you gasped and choked for air. 

There, finally, was the sweet taste of grass and nature that filled your senses, but your watering eyes fell onto your attacker and the... the man?!

Your savior was another man.

His red hair still somehow easily discernible in the darkness of the night, and his large, strong muscled body absolutely punching and keeping your attacker down.

"What the fuck is your problem, man?!" your savior demanded, his hand grabbing the hair of your attacker and slamming his bruised and swollen face to the ground, the win most obviously won by your savior. You looked at the anger-fueled rage on your saviors’ face, the way his eyebrows were knitted together, and how his lips were pulled back into an angry snarl. The fight had been obviously won by your savior, and you couldn’t help but keep staring as the workout clothes clad savior took a few more deep, almost shaky breaths before he turned his gaze onto you. “H-Hey? Are you okay? Call the police, and I’ll keep on this bastard!”

“I-I’m fine!” your voice rasps, your hand rising shakily from the floor to softly rub your tender throat. “I’m fine, it’s okay! You can let him go!”

Your savior freezes, his eyes looking at you like you’re batshit crazy, and honestly, you probably are, but you don’t want to deal with writing up a police report or anything of that. It just wasn’t worth it since you ended up okay.

“You… do you want me to let him go?” your savior asks again, his eyebrows shot up, obviously not buying your words in the slightest.

You nod your head, you collapse down so that you’re sitting on your knees. Exhaustion is slamming into your body post the sudden demanding rush of adrenaline.

“It’s okay, I’m okay,” you smile weakly as your red-headed savior frowns. He sighs, obviously not in agreement with what you wanted to do, but he turned his attention back down to your attacker, who was still struggling against his weight and strength.

“You’re going to get the fuck out of here, or else I won’t hesitate to kick your ass and call the cops myself,” the man snapped, shoving the man further into the ground for good measure before climbing off of him. The red-headed angel walked in front of you. His considerable height incredibly intimidating to even you as the man on the floor wheezed before running off, his tail between his legs until the echo of his feet hitting the grass can no longer be heard.

“Wow, that was crazy,” he spoke softly to the wind, his hands resting on his hips before he turned his head to look at you, his eyes wide with concern. Even with the minimal light of the light post in the park and the moonlight that barely pierced through the canopy of tree leaves, you could see as clear as day that your savior was handsome. There was a scar over his right eye, and his red hair was styled and pushed back with a bandana. He had a windbreaker on and gym shorts but still looked ridiculously handsome. He turned to face you, crouching as he spoke, “Hey, are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you flush, your eyes dropping to your dirt-covered hands that rest on your lap. “I’m fine now, at least. That was pretty scary, I have to admit.”

“Fuck, I bet,” the man agreed, his head nodding as he drops onto his butt. “I’m glad I decided to come through the park to get to my car today. Typically I walk all the way around this park.”

Indeed seemed like fate, you thought, your smile spreading small and thin on your face. “I was running; it helps with my restless energy. But, this is the first time anything like that has happened.”

“I’m sorry that had to happen at all,” he frowned, his face full of genuine remorse and guilt. “That was entirely cowardly of that asshole to do; I’m glad you weren’t hurt, though.”

“Ah, I got thick skin,” you slightly joke, enjoying the way the sweet smile spread on his face. Remembering your manners, your eyes shut, your head shaking slightly at your rudeness. “Um, I’m y/l/n y/n, though. Thank you for saving me from whatever that could have become.”

“Kirishima Eijirou!” the man cheerfully introduced himself too. “And it was no problem; literally, any good person would have done what I did!”

Modesty was somehow disgustingly, hotly attractive on the large, muscular stranger, and you wet your lips as you stretched your body closer to his. “It wasn’t just ‘no problem,’ though,” you state, matter-of-factly. “You quite literally saved my life; you’re a hero. You’re my hero.”

Although you couldn’t see the color flushing against his skin, you were without a doubt that he was blushing as profoundly as his hair if the riddled embarrassment in his eyes and face had anything to say about it. 

“I-I, oh, aha, um, well, that’s very kind of you to say! I was just trying to be a manly guy, and really that was nothing?” Kirishima embarrassingly rambled, his hand rubbing the back of his neck as you found yourself drawing nearer and nearer to him. 

Your warm hand found itself pressing onto his strong knee, your upper body leaning even closer to his flustered state. His eyes were shifting everywhere, not quite looking at you, but would linger on your body as you drew nearer and nearer. For some reason, you couldn’t help the jarring sense of attraction you had for your hero before you, the way the familiar warmth in between your legs made your voice hum as you grew nearer.

You wanted to show him just how grateful you were to have had him saving your life.

“That was nothing? You saving my life was nothing?” you tease, your words slow and thick on your tongue as you find yourself by his side, mouth brushing teasingly soft against his jaw. 

“W-Well, of course not! It was a valuable life, don’t get me wrong! It’s just me doing that was nothing! I’m no hero!” Kirishima stammered, his voice in a soft whine as goosebumps flashed across his neck, where your breaths warmed his skin.

“Hm, that’s too bad,” you whisper, your tongue wetting your lips as you drew in closer. Your heart was hammering loudly in your ears, but you didn’t care, way too transfixed on the way the heat emitting from between your legs demanded Kirishima’s cock. “I like showing my gratitude to heroes in the world, ya know?”

His face finally turned to you, his wide eyes meeting your half-lidded ones in an electric gaze. No one spoke; only the softly chirping crickets and the wind brushing through the leaves made noises. 

“Y-Yeah?” he whimpered out, his voice weak and caused great pleasure to crawl down your spine. “How do ya’ suppose you show your gratitude?”

You hum, thinking about it, but as the adrenaline from your attack finally was replaced with the blatant, blistering want for the huge red-headed man before you. You find yourself straddling his lap, slowly sinking onto him. Your knees once more buried into the soft, dewy grass of the park.

Your arms wrap around his neck, his eyes wide and incredibly expressive as his large hand’s press to your waist. 

“Any way you crave me,” you speak with finality, placing the future of your actions into his hands. 

“Holy fuck,” Kirishima curses, and without a second more of hesitation, his lips and mouth are crashing against yours. 

There’s something unworldly attractive about making out with a practical stranger in the middle of a public park at nearly midnight. Your hands move possessively against his back, fingers digging into his fabric as he draws you nearer, your torso pushed tight against his. His lips move expertly against yours, the sharp points of his teeth dragging and biting into your bottom lip until he pulls away, your lip in his teeth, his eyes dark and full of lust. That lasts less than a few seconds as you’re back on him, mouth desperate against his, tongue curling into his mouth to move languidly, possessively against his. 

His body radiates heat, the warmth of his body quickly seeping past the sweaty thickness of your own sweatshirt as your hips begin to roll against his growing bulge. 

“S-Shit,” he gasps, your lips trailing down his hot neck, his throat muscles clenching as he gulps. Your smirk against his skin, sucking and nibbling on a concentrated spot as he helps you to roll your hips against his hot, thick length. “I-I don’t live nearby; it’ll be a bit of a drive.”

“I’m two blocks away,” you confess, pulling away from the dark purple and red bruise on his neck that makes you drunk with lust. “But I don’t think I can make it.”

Kirishima splutters, his hips instinctively bucking against your slowly throbbing core that sends your teeth biting into his thick skin again. “Do you wanna, fuckk… Are we gonna—?”

“Don’t tell me my hero is afraid to fuck in public?” you tease, your hands traveling down his tight, muscular torso. You admire the way you can feel his trembling abs against your hands, and you grin when his head dips backward when your fingers find their way against the waistband of his sweats, your weight shifting harshly against his cock as you tease along his upper crotch. “It’s late. No one’s around. I got a strong man to protect me. And I want him now,” you speak against his jaw, your lips pressing hot kisses between every sentence.

You notice that his eyes are red as your lips come up to brush against his, teasing the both of you as neither of you moves to seal your fates. Your position on the situation needs to be resolved, needing an answer from him.

“Whatcha gonna do, big guy?” you asked, lips ghosting against his, and at that moment, you shiver at the way his pupils expand to the edges of his iris.

His mouth is against yours in a renewed passion, lips pressing and pushing fervorously against yours, making you tremble in his arms, completely lust-taken. You kiss him back with equal force, hips rolling against his in your accepted need. 

“Fuck, you know what you’re doing, huh?” Kirishima gasps the moment you grind your increasingly wet cunt against his mountain bulge in a way that has his hips snapping up towards yours. You laugh, teeth pressing onto his lower lip and pulling away, eyes focused on his through the curtain of your lashes before you let go of his lip.

“I aim to please,” you bat your lashes, your hands working their way under the waistband of his shorts. “Now, you want me to suck your dick, or what?”

You had never seen a man’s face go through such wild, intense agreement. The blackened look in his eyes and the way a shiver so obviously tittered down his spine had you smiling like a champion.

Mouths came back together in a blazing, needing kiss; you shift up onto your knees, the kiss becoming a clash of sharp teeth and simmering tongues. Blindly, your hands come down to his shorts and assist him in getting his pants off. Shock and amusement rushing through you the second you feel the top of his cock slap the back of your ass. The heat emitting from the skin burning through your own layer of clothes.

With your lips sucking onto his tongue, your hand moves behind you, grasping and pushing the throbbing, thick cock between your ass cheeks. And for a moment, for a few painfully slow grinds, you press him to your ass as you grind against him. Kirishima moans loudly, his hands shifting all over your body, fingers rubbing your skin from the dips of your hips to your soaking wet cunt. 

The air is static, disgustingly hot that you swear with the heaving, panting breaths emitted from both of your mouths, you swear you can see the condensation.

“C’mon baby,” Kirishima rasps, his tongue finally permitted back into his mouth, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh of your throat. “I thought you were going to suck my dick?”

“What if I don’t want to anymore?” you gasp, your eyes fluttering closed, your thumb that is on his cock pressing onto the slit of his dripping cock. “What if I want you in me now?”

“Suck my dick with that pretty little mouth of yours, and I promise you — your hero promises you that I’ll fuck you better then any other fucker has,” Kirishima grunts into your skin, his biting kisses bruising your skin.

Well, you didn’t need to be told twice. 

You shift backward, the tip of his pre-cum leaking cockhead spreading his pre-cum all over your own leggings. But that doesn’t faze you, nor do you care enough as you finally get to see the near monstrosity of a cock Kirishima has.

Long, thick, veiny, and with curly soft black pubes.

“Not a natural redhead?” you tease, your body leaning down, making sure to accentuate your breasts as you begin to slowly stroke his thick length. Kirishima can only shake his head as your tongue pokes out to give his swollen head a kitten lick. “Mm, I bet you look hot with black hair too.”

There’s no room for a second opinion for your mouth sinks entirely onto his length, just enough to be the slightest bit uncomfortable, but the results were immediate. Kirishima’s head slammed to the wood of the tree, his hands gripping your head as you bobbed against his length. The musk and scent of his dick were strong yet pleasant. You found yourself sinking lower and lower onto his size, pleased with the way he was tearing into his bottom lip to keep his ringing moans from being heard, his fingers tugging at the roots of your hair as he meets your sinking mouth in sloppy, restrained thrusts.

Your tongue traced the bulging veins on his length, swirling and twisting around his girth, a desperate attempt to show that his size didn’t scare you, that you were taking him all in. But his lust clouded gaze on you thrilled you. The pure, unadulterated passion that settled on his eyes and gaze made you shiver; he was so responsive, moaning, and gasping for you in every right action you made. But you want to get bigger, bolder reactions out of him, and closing your jaw just the slightest bit, you let your lower teeth scrape just gently against his sensitive skin.

The result was immediate, and much wanted.

Despite the immediate relaxation of your jaw and throat, Kirishima burying his entire length down your throat made you choke, gagging as your nose buried into his pubes. He was entirely large, uncomfortably thick in your throat as your muscles flexed and fluttered around him.

“Take it, take me all in,” Kirishima gasps, his hips shifting into small, tiny thrusts to ram his cock further and further into your awaiting mouth. “That’s i-it, holy fuck, that’s it! You are so good at this shit, baby. F-Fuck… you’re amazing! So fucking perfect!”

The praise makes you whine, the drool that seeps from your mouth helpless and joined with the tears of discomfort from your eyes. But you continue to impress him, continue to let him fuck your mouth and throat wholeheartedly without restraint or worry.

Soon, the wet gagging noises fill the air, your throat feeling raw as Kirishima is unashamedly fucking into you with more significant, more powerful intent. He praises you without hesitation, the words curling warmly into your gut, making your cunt throb and demand attention as you hollow your cheeks. Kirishima nearly howls at the vacuum sensation, the lustful, long noise growing in his lust as you raise up to his cockhead, your tongue lashing around the salty pre-cum that is weeping from his swollen tip.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, wait!” Kirishima gasps, his hips bucking wildly, trying to go further into your mouth again. But your grip and commanding are more robust than he could ever be, and he can’t sink his cock further into the wet heat he so craves. “Wait, wait, wait! I want to cum in you, baby! Please let me cum in you!”

You’re off him immediately with a sharp, loud pop.

His eyes are unashamed in his request, and you think about the issues of an absolute stranger busting a nut inside of you. Your tongue dips out of your mouth to lick the pre-cum that’s dribbled onto your lower lip, and you whine at the back of your throat.

“O-Okay.”

His response to your approval is immediate.

You shriek in slight fear when he tugs you up onto your feet, twisting you and shoving your back against the cold hardness of the tree he was resting upon. Your breathing is unsteady, heart absolutely pounding in your throat as his lips consume yours again. Just as you did before, you melt into his kiss, his touch as his hot, calloused fingers shove your shorts down your legs, exposing your throbbing, wet cunt to the cold air.

Hissing at the contact, you feel your voice being smothered by a wet moan that escapes your mouth. Kirishima has his cock rutting between your wet folds, his fingers leaving lasting bruises on your waist.

“Want you so badly, baby,” he grunts, his mouth swallowing your moans and pitched whines as you grind against him, shaking against his hold. “Want to see you take me all the way in.”

“Put it in,” you keen, hips bucking and thrusting faster and faster against his waiting cock, your actions pathetic and needy. “Put it in Kiri, I want you in me, fuck me already, please fuck me.”

In what you could only describe as being the strength of god, Kirishima lifts you up, hands shifting from your soft waist to the mounds of the flesh of your ass and pressing you into the tree. You squeak, embarrassed, and entirely self-conscious of your weight despite the lust haze clouding your mind. Your struggle in his arms is fruitless, his broad, thick chest pressing up against yours as you find your mind absolutely melting when his thick cockhead pushes against the clenching wet cavern of your cunt.

“P-Put me down,” you gasp, squirming despite the fire that burns in your core and cheeks. “I-I’m too—”

“I’m your hero,” Kirishima speaks calmly, his forehead pressing against yours, eyes locking on yours in such a way that was too intimate for strangers, too world-shifting for two unknowns. “I can carry you just easy, ya know. These muscles aren’t just for showing off.”

The grin on his face is childish, almost too boyish if it wasn’t for the fact that his eyes held that profound, pristine promise and want for you. So, in an action that has your back arching against the wood, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your legs tightened firmly around his waist as he buried his cock into you.

Melodious moans echo between your mouths, horribly silenced by your crashing mouths because, dear god, you’re fucking in a public park. 

He kisses you with a passion and a soul that strips you bare, and his hips begin to fuck up and into you without hesitation, the full feeling in your core stretching and fluttering with every driving intent from him. In and out, his cock goes into you, up and down your hips grind against him.

It’s a synchronized dance, a coming of your bodies that sends your toes curling as he begins to fuck into you just a bit harder, just a tad faster. It makes you shiver, makes your fingernails bury into his skin as you moan and beg for his name.

Kirishima curses as you clench around him, his hand grabbing your wrist and slamming it onto the tree, holding it there as he fucks you with growing strength and speed. Every snap of his hips sends a burst of colors to the back of your eyelids, and every squelch of your meeting, sloppy wet sexes sends a blabbering, incoherent sentence from your lips.

“More, more, more,” you beg, the tree trunk absolutely uncomfortable against your skin, but you can’t feel it anymore; you don’t care about the pain. You crave it, you want it. “Give me more.”

The curve of his cock, the girth, and the veins that drag up and down your puffy velvet walls are driving you insane. He holds insane power with every admittance of his cock in your clenching cunt, and he buries his nose into the crook of your neck and nods his sweaty head.

“Can you take it? You gonna be able to take my cock fucking you entirely?” Kirishima gasps, almost as if he was afraid of hurting you, and for some reason, that makes your brain shut down.

Fingers buried into the dyed red hair at the nape of his neck, you tug his head back, your legs tightening around his waist so much that he can’t fuck you anymore. The both of you are there, staring at one another as you hold him, bottomed out in you, your stomach stretching just a bit from having him entirely within you.

“If you don’t fuck me with everything you have,” you breath, your nose brushing against his, lips avoiding his that seek yours out for contact. “I’ll scream.”

“You seem like a brat,” Kirishima teases, his hold shifting on your ass, pressing you even more uncomfortably onto the tree.

“I’m just a girl who knows what she wants,” you bite back, allowing him to shift your arms so that you were supporting part of your weight onto the tree, allowing for a better balance.

“Brat,” Kirishima enunciates, his lips spreading into a teasing, seductive smirk. 

But before you could fight back, before you could argue that you were, in fact, not a brat, Kirishima begins to fuck into you yet again. Your jaw drops immediately, the burning nearly exquisite pain-filled pleasure of his untapped strength fucking into you.

Your voice begins to scream out, the feeling of his vicious, thick cock snapping into you, shoving your shoulders further and further into the tree was sending your head spinning. Your body is convulsing as he fucks you with new vulgar need and strength. But before you could scream your praises, Kirishima’s fingers shove into your mouth, silencing your words and noises as he fucks you again and again and again.

“You’re so fucking loud, baby,” Kirishima chuckles, his voice strained with his exertion of energy, his hips slamming so powerfully into your clenching core that his balls were slapping against your soring ass with no restriction. “So fucking loud, but we’re not in the place for you to be wailing my name unless you want to be caught. Do you wanna be caught, is that what it is?”

You shake your head pathetically against his fingers, your tongue lazily swirling and inserting itself between his parting fingers as you moan. Your head is spinning, the overstimulation of his conquesting cock, the rising orgasm in you, and the thought of someone walking through the park and seeing the two of you fucking under the yellow light of the park light making your walls flutter. His cock twitches with the flutter, and the both of you moan inexplicably loud. 

“Such a good wet cunt,” Kirishima gasps, his fingers beginning to reciprocate the length and rhythm of his pounding cock in your throat, something you take without a second of hesitation or doubt. “I’m so glad I got to be your hero today, aren’t you so glad?”

“Mm-mhmm,” you gag around his fingers, your hips bucking with near madness as your vision swims with lust and need. You were so happy that he found you, so delighted he saved you, that he was your hero. 

But the building tightness and demanding need in your cunt was growing louder, hotter, completely undeniable. Your teeth sinking against his skin as you whimpered loudly, absolutely pathetically as you shifted faster, fucking against him harder.

“C-Close,” you manage to gag out, and a sharp escape of air comes from his nose.

Kirishima nods, removing his fingers from your mouth, the string of cold saliva dangerously cold against your blazing hot chin. “I want you to look at the way your belly bulges when I fuck you, I want you to watch it bulge as you cum, baby.”

You whimper, the strain in your neck almost insufferable as you peer down at your hastily exposed stomach, and you nearly faint at the pornographic, near-insane image of your stomach bulging with his hammering cock. And just like that, you come tumbling down from the heights of your building orgasm. White heat and light spread through your body, your jaw slacking as you moan loudly, screaming his name as you convulse against him, body entirely limp. Kirishima, who was barely hanging by a strand, completely loses it when your core clenches like a vice against him. 

Hot, thick ropes of cum spurt from his cock, his heavy, shaking gasps the only thing you can hear as he fucks into you once, twice more for good measure before the both of you sink to the grass. It’s hot, almost too hot as he lays on top of you, the sticky fluid of his cum radiating against your already blazing walls, and for a bit, there’s silence.

“So um,” you rasp after a moment, the silence warm and comfortable. “You gonna walk me home?”

“Depends,” Kirishima mutters into your sweaty neck.

“On?”

“Will you give your hero your number?”