#wanting desperately to be helped but not knowing how to ask for it

[elikajinnie]

hello!! may i request a drabble or a spin off from forbidden taste!heeseung with his reaction or thoughts after taking the antidote for amortentia? and also how he’s desperate to find y/n and why she’s avoiding him for days? 🤭 thank you!! i luv a desperate man 😩

a/n: you may :3 i LOVED seeing this in my inbox when i woke up! And we do all indeed love a desperate man ;)

Warnings: ehm, a desperate man basically?

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Heeseung was angry—no, he was livid. The moment the effects of the Amortentia wore off, his mind cleared like a storm breaking apart, and the first thing he thought of was you. Where were you? Why weren’t you there? He had searched and searched, every corridor and corner he could think of, but you were nowhere to be found.

It didn’t help that Yoonhee had been trailing after him, clinging to his arm, tears streaming down her face as she apologized profusely. “I didn’t mean for it to go this far! It was stupid—I know it was stupid, Heeseung, I’m so sorry!”

But Heeseung knew better. He could see right through her feigned remorse. The look in her eyes told him she wasn’t sorry for what she did—she was sorry she got caught. His patience, already paper-thin, finally snapped. He shoved her off and hissed, “Stay away from me,” before marching straight to a professor and reporting her. He didn’t wait to see the consequences unfold; he couldn’t care less. There were far more important things to deal with.

Like finding you.

You, who had been conspicuously absent through it all. You, who he hadn’t seen since after the Amortentia’s haze vanished. A knot of worry had formed in his chest, twisting tighter with every second that passed without an answer. He stormed into the courtyard, seeking out your housemates with frantic determination.

“Where is she?” he demanded, his voice sharp enough to startle a group of first-years nearby. “Where is she?!”

One of your friends finally stepped forward, hesitant but honest. “She’s... she’s been in bed all day. Said she wasn’t feeling well.”

The words hit him like a Bludger to the chest. Guilt and heartbreak washed over him in waves, drowning out the last remnants of anger. You had been suffering alone, likely because of him—because of what had happened, because of everything Yoonhee had done.

He tried everything—everything—to get through to you. He sent letters, each one carefully written, pouring his heart onto the parchment. He sent messages through your housemates, through your friends, hoping they might convince you to talk to him. Every time he saw a friend of yours, he’d stop them, desperate for any sliver of news.

“How is she? Did she eat today?” he’d ask, his voice laced with worry. “Did she sleep? Is she feeling any better?”

It was always the small things—tiny gestures—to show he cared. That he was thinking about you. That he was sorry. He wanted you to know that it had all been the Amortentia, that none of it had been real. None of it had been his choice. And above all, he wanted you to know that he never, ever meant to hurt you.

But no matter how hard he tried, you remained locked away. Your absence stretched between you like an invisible wall, keeping him out. You weren’t just avoiding him—you were avoiding everyone. And it hurt.

It hurt because he couldn’t see you. He couldn’t talk to you. He couldn’t hold you in his arms and kiss away the pain, couldn’t wipe the tears from your cheeks or make all your worries disappear. He wanted to tell you, face-to-face, how much you meant to him, how much he hated himself for letting this happen. But he couldn’t do any of that—not while you stayed hidden away in your common room, unreachable.

So, he waited. He stayed close, always looking for a chance, a moment, a sign. But until then, he would keep trying, keep hoping, because losing you was something he couldn’t bear.

And he did keep trying. Every day, he checked the places you’d usually be—the library where you’d bury yourself in books, the quiet corner of the courtyard where you’d sit when you needed to think, even the kitchens, where you’d sometimes sneak a late-night snack.

But you weren’t there. You weren’t anywhere.

The less he saw of you, the less he heard of you, the more desperate he grew. His patience—what little he had left—was wearing thin. He couldn’t focus in class, couldn’t eat properly, couldn’t sleep without his thoughts drifting back to you. He wanted—no, needed—to see you. To hear your voice, to know that you were okay, that you didn’t hate him. The thought of you hating him gnawed at his heart like a cruel curse.

He tried to remind himself to give you time, to respect the space you clearly needed. But it was hard. Too hard. Every day that passed felt like another piece of you slipping further away, and he couldn’t let that happen. He wouldn’t let that happen.

When another one of your housemates brushed him off with a mumbled “I don’t know,” Heeseung snapped. He didn’t mean to sound so harsh, but the frustration and worry boiled over. “How can you not know? You live with her! Hasn’t anyone even seen her?”

The girl flinched but reluctantly admitted, “She’s been in the dorm. She just... doesn’t come out.”

Those words were both a relief and a torment. You were there, within reach, but still so far away from him. The knowledge burned in his chest, twisting into something unbearable. You were so close—just a few walls separating you from him—but it might as well have been an ocean. And he was drowning in it.

Heeseung's desperation grew with every passing moment. He found himself pacing the corridors near your common room, running his hands through his hair, muttering curses under his breath. He couldn’t stand this helplessness, couldn’t stand the thought of you being alone, hurting because of him. The guilt was suffocating, pressing down on him like the weight of the castle itself.

He tried to write another letter, his trembling hands scrawling messy, frantic words onto the parchment.

Baby, I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry. I know you don’t want to see me, but please, just let me explain. Please let me make this right.

He crumpled it and started again, feeling like no words could possibly convey the storm in his chest. How could he put into words how much he hated himself for what happened? How could he tell you that the worst part of it all wasn’t Yoonhee’s betrayal or the humiliation of being under the potion’s effects—it was losing you?

He sent the letter anyway, knowing it was just one of many you’d likely left unopened.

The next day, he cornered one of your closest friends in the hallway. “Please,” he begged, his voice cracking. “Please tell her I’m sorry. Tell her... tell her I’ll wait as long as it takes. I just need her to know.”

The friend hesitated, giving him a pitying look before nodding. But he didn’t trust that it would reach you. Heeseung was running out of patience, running out of hope. Every time he thought about the tears you must have shed, the pain you must have felt, it killed him a little more.

Late one night, he found himself back outside your common room again, leaning against the cold stone wall, staring blankly at the entrance. He didn’t even know what he was doing there. Maybe he hoped you’d come out? Maybe he thought you’d sense him there, that you’d realize he wasn’t going anywhere until you let him in.

His fists clenched at his sides, and before he could stop himself, he let out a shaky breath, pressing his forehead against the wall, his shoulders slumping. “I’ll wait. As long as it takes... I’ll wait for you.”

His voice cracked on the last words, but he meant it. Even if it hurt. Even if it felt like he was being torn apart. You were worth it. You were everything.

Eventually, the Christmas Ball arrived, but Heeseung didn’t want to go. The last thing he wanted was to pretend to enjoy himself, but his friends had other plans. They nagged him, teased him, and pushed him to "just have some fun for once." After a mountain of peer pressure, he reluctantly gave in, throwing on his suit and styling his hair without much care.

He still didn’t expect much. The Ball wasn’t going to fix anything—it was just a night to endure. He let his friends drag him along, had a drink or two, and resigned himself to the chatter around him. None of it mattered.

Until he saw you.

Everything else disappeared the moment his eyes found you across the room. You stood at the edge of the Grand Hall, illuminated by the soft glow of the enchanted snowflakes falling from the ceiling. Your dress shimmered, and you looked breathtaking. Stunning. Like a vision he didn’t deserve to see.

And then he realized—you were staring back at him.

His heart stopped. You weren’t avoiding him this time. You weren’t looking away. Your gaze was locked on his, full of something he couldn’t quite place—uncertainty, maybe? He didn’t care. All he knew was that you were here, and you were looking at him.

Before he could even process what he was doing, his feet started moving. His drink was left abandoned on a nearby table as he strode across the hall, weaving through the crowd until he was right in front of you.

He didn’t say a word. He didn’t need to.

He had waited for you.

But now, he was done waiting.

For weeks, Heeseung had been nothing but patient, forcing himself to hold back when every fiber of his being screamed to see you, to talk to you, to fix things. He’d stayed away when he knew you needed space. He sent letters, messages, and even flowers, trying to show you he cared without pushing too hard.

And still, he never got a response.

But Heeseung told himself he could endure it, because you were worth it. He could be patient, be understanding, because he loved you. He was good for you, wasn’t he? He cared for you in ways no one else could. No one else would wait this long, worry this much, or fight this hard.

And yet, when he saw you standing there, in your pretty dress, something inside him snapped. He had been so good. He had done everything right. He had given you all the space you asked for, all the time you needed. But seeing you now, after everything, reminded him just how much he’d missed you. How much he’d longed for you. How much it hurt to be apart.

He wasn’t going to let you slip through his fingers again. Not when he knew how good the two of you were together.

He didn’t ask for permission when he reached for your hand, didn’t even hesitate—he simply took it, his fingers curling around yours like they belonged there. Because they did. He believed that with every beat of his heart.

As he pulled you toward the corridor, he felt his resolve solidify. He had been patient, more patient than he thought he was capable of, but patience had its limits. He had waited for you to come to him, but you hadn’t. And now that he had you in front of him, he wasn’t going to let you go.

And when you didn’t fight him as he led you into the quiet hallway, it gave him hope. Hope that maybe, just maybe, you wanted this too.

a/n: i love writing his pov :) also im not sure when you put ur perm taglist... so im not adding it here xD already posted so much.

[inamindfarfaraway]

Also: it isn’t just about him.

He starts understanding that other people deserve kindness very quickly. In the visit to the past, he openly regrets not paying a young boy for carolling earlier that day, for how he’s treated Bob and for how he failed Belle. The first two didn’t hurt him at all, but he wishes he could change them anyway. Losing Belle did hurt him. But that clearly isn’t the only reason he feels such keen remorse and shame over it. He already wished he could have somehow kept her love, but now sees that she was absolutely right about his greed, fear and cynicism ruling his life.

He gets invested in the Cratchit family not long after first seeing them. He asks the Ghost of Christmas Present about Tiny Tim’s life expectancy out of sheer concern and is horrified when he’s told that it’s pretty damn low; yesterday he didn’t even consider his employee of many years a person worth caring about, let alone a disabled kid who’s never done anything for him. He suppresses how disturbed he is by Ignorance and Want - who should be in more adaptations, they’re important! - to not offend the Ghost, immediately pities the children and asks if they can be helped. When his own classist attitude is thrown back in his face, it hits so hard because he’s forced to fully process how despicably wrong it is. Oh, and he also regrets his neglect of Fred, natch.

In the dark future, Tiny Tim’s death devastates him. He knows that that child’s blood is on his hands and he cannot stand living with that. Knowing that he’s already dead and buried in this timeline, beyond ever doing better, is the final nail in the coffin, but the wood of the coffin and most of the other nails are related to intrinsically valuing human life and welfare. He wouldn’t be so desperate in that scene unless he cared about others. Yes, he’s wasted his life, because mankind should have been his business. If he can’t save himself, he can’t save anyone else. And that’s terrifying.

"Scrooge only changed because he saw how nobody mourned him after his death" NO NO NO NO. You don't get it! The last spirit only worked because of the spirits that came before softening him up! If the spirits had shown him dead and ungrieved only it would not work. As the night goes on amid the visits Scrooge is already visibly changing. He's different after the first spirit and even more so after the second. And it's because of how much he's already changed that the final spirit is able to succeed

[cowlings]

going feral thinking about izu masturbating. need me some hc’s if you’re up for it?

i’ve been a reader of yours for a while btw and wanted to say i luv ur work

warnings for nsfw, mdni! mentions of masturbation, implied mutual masturbation + phone sex(?)

izuku midoriya doesn’t like to masturbate. he’s in love with how you do it, and he prefers your hand over his.

but when he’s away on a mission or can’t spend the night with you, he’s sometimes troubled with past memories. he starts off with a text, saying “hey… so i got flashbacks from last week” and from then on he’s admitting to how his mind is plagued with the image of your plush lips delicately kissing his tip while his fingers were cowardly gripping your hair.

and you offer to send a few pictures when he’s alone, but with one condition: he has to send a few back. because if it ain’t mutual it ain’t fun. so izuku midoriya embarks on the journey of pleasuring himself to the most godly videos of you he has ever seen.

it doesn’t take long, because izuku cums fast. his hand feels awkward when it’s pumping his cock, but when he closes his eyes and visualizes your body looming over his, your delicate fingers grazing his sensitive tip with pre, his body shivers. he desperately tries to recreate your movements as he lets out the lewdest of sounds inside his hotel bathroom.

izuku treasures the videos you send so much. but he also treasures the ephemeral aspects of it. he asked for you to send videos that can only be played one time, which allowed you to send multiple. they’re followed by a single text, “i’m waitingggg”

he knows exactly what you want, because above all, you put izuku’s pleasure above your own. it takes a few minutes, but the moment you open the video he sent, it’s like there’s hearts in your eyes. it’s incredible, the way in which his cock pumps out so much cum, you can’t help but want it all over you.

[enwoso]

Lovie fic nye party and Lovie is desperate to stay up till midnight but alessia doesn’t want to let that happen so makes the whole party fake that its new years before it actually is so Lovie can celebrate with them

MIDNIGHT MAGIC | alessia russo x child!reader

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it was new year's eve and you were bursting with with excitement. you were bouncing around the living room in a sparkled dress, your hair done to perfection with sparkly bobbles and hair slides as your face was painted with enthusiasm.

since you had been told about new year's eve by beth one afternoon while you waited for your mummy, you'd non stop talking about staying up until midnight.

but with that, your mummy knew there was no way you would make it. knowing you would be flat out asleep by the time the clock even struck ten pm.

you were a ball of energy but once that energy drained and it inched closer to your bedtime, your eyelids grew heavy faster than anyone could even say 'happy new year'

but alessia had a plan. an elaborate one that would ensure you felt like you had experienced the full midnight celebration without the inevitable crash into your slumber.

"alright, lovie. are you ready for the party?" alessia asked as her voice too was full of excitement, though her heart ached a little sing how determined you were. "but you have to promise me you'll try your best to stay awake"

you nodded, your eyes wide and gleaming, "i will stay awake, mummy i promise i'll wait for the fireworks and i'll say happy new year to all the girls"

alessia smiled, pushing your little head back which had '2025' in silver sparkly letters big and proud on it "tonight will be so special and you won't believe whose made the journey!"

you gasped, "who? who?" you asked, you asked your little legs hopping up and down in excitement.

"you'll have to wait and see" alessia dragged out her last word as a small huff came from you.

all the arsenal girls had been invited by alessia and had promised to help alessia with making tonight magical for you, the living room had been transformed into a festive wonderland, fairy lights twinkling— which you had helped put up, as well as a big balloon banner which read happy new year across the wall.

as well as your favourite part a table piled high with all of your favourite treats — mini cupcakes, juice cartons and of course enough crisps to feed a small army.

the plan was simple, set up a fake countdown and let you celebrate with all of your favourite people.

the doorbell rang and your eyes grew wide as saucers, "is that them, mummy? is that them?" alessia grinned as she nodded, helping you to open the door as all the arsenal girls were here.

each and every one complimenting how cute you looked as alessia hugged each one as they walked into her home. but as each one came in, you waved to beth and then you face lit up as you spotted someone who definitely didn't play in arsenal reds anymore.

"vivvy!" you squealed rushing into her arms, giving her a big hug as viv laughed at your reaction. "you came! beth said you might not be able to come"

"i wouldn't have missed it for the world, klein"

"how come i never get that type of reaction?" beth huffed as she leaned against the banister, alessia giggling at beth's reaction.

"beth she sees you at least five days a week-"

"and?”

once you had got over the star struck of viv making the journey down settling into a rhythm with the arsenal girls being around your house, music filling your ears until.

"where's my favourite little russo?" a voice with a thick accent called out as your head shot up. there was only one person who had a favourite russo.

"mummy? is that tooney?" you gasped as you looked towards your mummy, the smile giving away everything as she nodded.

you quickly getting up and making your way to the hallway, "auntie ella!" you squealed rushing into her arms as she hugged you once she'd put her bags down.

"'ello tiny, i've missed ya!" ella smiled as she tickled your side, earning a few giggles from you as you went to inspect what she had brought for you.

"are these for me?" you asked pointing to the chocolate cakes decked with icing and cool decoration. ella nodding as you rushed to tell your mummy with such excitement as ella followed you into the living room, saying her hellos to the arsenal girls.

your body was filled with even more excitement than you thought was even possible. all surrounded by those you loved, it was a dream come true for you.

but as much fun as it was, alessia had a little secret up her sleeve to ensure you didn't realise what was going on.

as the night grew later, alessia had kept a careful eye on the time, both the real time and the fake clock. when the real time had hit just past 7:55 pm which was exactly thirty-five minutes before your bedtime — alessia was beginning to gather everyone for the 'countdown'

"lovie, cmon it's time! we are gonna do out countdown for the new year!" alessia announced with a wink as ella helped to round everyone up.

you jumped up and down, "yay! i'm ready! i'll say happy new year like big girl!" you cheered umping up and down and clapping your tiny hands.

the girls all gathered around, pretending to check their watches making dramatic faces as if they were waiting for the clock to strike twelve.

"ten... nine... eight..." alessia started, and the room filled with cheers. "seven... six... five..." everyone joined in, chanting with exaggerated excitement.

in the moment, kyra was really paying attention as she glanced down at her own phone and at the time and then up to the other, "it's literally only-" she stopped herself mid-sentence, her eyes widening as she realised now what alessia meant by an early new years, "oh.. uh happy new year tiny!"

the room erupted in laughter as your eyes sparkled, you hadn't even noticed the slip up. too focused on watching the large clock on the wall strike, twelve. as you popped your party popper. "happy new year!" you shouted as you clapped your hands like a pro.

ella leaned over to alessia and whispered with a wink, "she's going to remember this for years. the best party"

alessia couldn't help but smile, "i think we done a pretty good job!" alessia paused as ella hummed in agreement before alessia broke into small laughter, "we aren't going to hear the end of that fact she's seen the real midnight, though"

as the fake new year's celebration continued, the team showered you with love, played games and even with a small persuasion game with your mummy were allowed to kick the ball around in the living room.

even if you did have to help kyra and katie hide the fact that the three of you had broken one of your mummy's ornaments that had lived on the coffee table for ages. but alessia wouldn't notice that it wasn’t there? and you would maybe tell your mummy about that later..

but by the time the actual midnight came around, you'd been changed into your pyjamas and were already fast asleep, snuggled up on the couch. your tiny hands clutching your esme the elephant teddy.

alessia looking down at you, her little girl, her heart full. she'd given you the magic of the night and you own kind of special celebrations and you could wake up tomorrow thinking you had stayed up till the very end of the year.

as a content left your mummy's lips, she whispered, "happy new year my lovie. you're my favorite part of every year."

and as she kissed your forehead, she could already picture next years celebrations. but for now, alessia savoured this moment knowing she'd made it a memory to last forever.

[my-castles-crumbling]

first love - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 395

The air is quiet as Sirius passes Harry another tissue, squeezing his Godson's shoulders while he blows his nose and wipes at his eyes.

"First loves are difficult, Haz," Remus murmurs sagely from Harry's other side, squeezing his knee and giving him a reassuring smile. "I know it feels awful, now, but Sirius and I are here for you, and it'll get better. Promise."

"How long did it take you both to get over your first loves, then?" Harry asks a bit desperately. He's been crying for a good twenty minutes, now, and it seems he's welcoming the distraction.

Sirius frowns at the question, but Remus seems to be ready with an answer. "It was a summer thing for me," the tallest man says, shrugging. "I think I always knew it would end, so I was prepared for it. It hurt, but I was okay with it."

Harry nods in understanding. "Yeah, Ginny and I...I new we would end, but it still..." his lip quivers as he holds back tears. All Sirius can do is squeeze his shoulder harder. "And you, Sirius? How long did it take you, then?"

But Sirius still has no answer. Because, honestly, he never had to get over his first love. "I...I'm afraid you're not going to like my answer, Harry," he says sheepishly, pulling back a bit. "That is, I don't really have one to give."

"Oh, come on," Remus cuts in, looking a bit annoyed. "Don't pretend like you're made of steel. You took a bit to get over McKinnon! And MacDonald!"

But Sirius just laughs at that. "They weren't my first loves. Neither of them. It sucked a bit when we broke it off, yeah, but...It's always been you, Moons. What I felt for them...it wasn't a tenth of what I always have felt for you. You were my first love. And, hopefully, my last."

The look Remus gives him them holds so many emotions. Sirius wants to dive into the depths of his husband's adoring stare.

"That doesn't help me feel better at all, you know," Harry pipes up, rolling his eyes.

"Aww, sorry, Prongslet!" Sirius apologizes, pulling Harry into another hug. "Though with the way you look at Lucius Malfoy's son, I wouldn't be surprised of you look back and find you feel the exact same way about him that I do about Moony."

"Oi!"

[goldenchimmy]

Playing The Part

Pairings: Older!Jungkookxfem!Reader

Cw: age-gap, mentions of alcohol, Oral (fem receiving),Sex,pet names

Word count: 6.7K

🚫MINORS DNI🚫

Summary: needing money for college, you come across an ad for a female escort. You didn't expect the person posting the ad to be a rich, older man.

"Having a nice night?" Jungkook asked, his breath warm against your cheek as he leaned into you from behind. His hand gently sliding over the silk of your dress to playfully grab your hip. His fingers light as he swayed with you to the music with his drink occupying the other hand. The party that surrounded the both of you was nothing short of extravagant; The music was low and classy and the other party-goers were swaying and dancing with one another in the large ballroom.

This wasn't where you pictured yourself at all when you answered that ad.

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It was early winter and you were in your second year of college when you found out that your funds had run low. Your apartment rent piling up bill by bill and your fridge emptying faster than you intended. College here was expensive as it was and now you were about to be completely homeless. That was when you found an ad online requesting help from a 'Female Escort'. Usually you were the type to avoid situations like this. Ones that involved the words "Female" and "Escort". Most of the time that meant the person behind the ad was a lowlife man looking to exploit women. The worst kind you usually tried to avoid.

But this ad was different. It went into a little more detail than the title proposed. Your eyes scanned across the ad a few times, reading over the bold electronic words:

SEEKING FEMALE ESCORT

For safety purposes, I will be unnamed until the applicant reaches out to me.

I am seeking a female (age 20 to 27) who will accompany me to a few business outings. No sexual acts or public displays of affection are required to apply. I can assure you I'm not here for that. This will be a week long event and the applicant will be required to accompany myself to all events of the following week.

If she were to accept, I will pay a generous sum of money in return for her help. Seeking ASAP.

If interested, you can reach me at my business number: (xxx) - xxx -xxxx

You don't know how many times exactly that you read over the ad. Hell, you had even slept on it a couple times. But the deadline was soon and you were getting desperate. So, you grabbed your phone from off your nightstand, your fingers nervously typing against the screen as you entered the number from the ad into your phone. You had no idea what you were going to even say!

"Hey, this is a desperate woman needing money"

"I need money, I'm the girl. Pick me"

You huffed a laugh at that and shook your head. That sounded too needy and snobbish. And you definitely weren't either of those things. Eventually, you decided on a more simple approach. Even though you were nervous and your heart was beating hard against your rib cage, you tried to calm yourself as you sent the message:

'Hello, I'm interested in the ad you posted the other day.'

You waited. And waited. And waited...

Eventually you had fallen sound asleep in your bed, your phone laying on your slow rising chest, and it was still there in the morning when you rose. You were groggy as you sat up, your mouth tasting weird as you wiped the drool from your lips. Then your phone chimed and you were startled a bit as you looked at the open message screen.

Your eyes went wide as you read over the message reply from last night.

'Hello. Thank you for reaching out to me. Are you able to meet around noon today? I know that's forward but I'm crunched for time.'

Today? He wanted to meet you today?! That was a bit quick, but you shrugged it off. As you got ready for the day, you debated on even answering him. Maybe you were regretting this decision. But as you walked down the small hallway to your kitchen, your eyes caught the pile of envelopes on the dining table. Big red letters labeled "PAST DUE" marking the white parchment. That's when you took your phone and typed a reply back, your mind made up.

'Yes. I'm able to meet. Where?' you messaged, moving to the window overlooking the dirty, dimly-lit streets of downtown. It was still pretty early in the morning and you didn't have class today, so what else were you going to do? Nothing like meeting a perfect stranger to begin the day. You could only hope that you weren't getting kidnapped by this mystery man.

When noon rolled around, you found yourself sitting in a little street corner cafe. A small cup of tea on the table as you stared out the window. Watching as the people passed by. Inside the Cafe, you were mainly the only one sitting down. Other people taking their orders to go and rushing off to work.

You went to look at your phone then, passing the time by scrolling through posts and videos from friends. The quick chime of the bell above the corner of the door barely registered in your head as the time hit noon, and out of the corner of your eye you saw a pair of neat, slick shoes step over to you. "Hello." came a soft, smooth voice. And when your eyes met ones of brown, you could have sworn all the air left your lungs. This man standing above you was nothing short of the most handsome person you had ever seen.

"Uh-I-Hello..." you stammered, blushing faintly as you watched him take a seat across from you. He crossed his legs slowly, resting his hands together on the table as he watched you squirm a bit. "You-must be from the ad then?" You asked softly, meeting his gaze as you put your phone away. The man only nodded once, a small smile on his face. "My names Jeon Jungkook. I understand you're a bit nervous, but I promise you no harm." he smiled, flashing a row of platinum white teeth. He looked like a movie star.

"Uh, nice to meet you." you whispered, sipping your cup of tea that had grown cold. "You're right on time." you noted, the clock on the wall across the room striking noon. Faint jazz filled the air as Jungkook nodded. "I tend to keep a tight schedule. Its really thanks to my job." He chuckled, running a tattooed hand through his black locs. "Your job?" you asked quietly, biting your lip a bit as you tried making out what the ink read on his knuckles.

He moved them before you could as he grabbed the menu that was laying on the table, flipping through it quickly as a waitress came over to take his order. While you waited patiently for him, you gazed at him again. He was dressed in a finely tailored suit, a black tie resting on his broad chest. A silver watch on his left hand as he ordered what he wanted to the waitress who was busy flirting with him.

Jungkook had faint streaks of gray in his hair, suggesting that his age was older than yours by a few years. The laugh lines near his moving lips also another tell that he was well out of his twenties unlike yourself. You were only twenty-two. This man looked like he was well over 30. Maybe thirty-five or forty? You didn't ask, figuring it was a rude question to start out with as the waitress scurried away with his order. His attention turned back solely on you. His big doe eyes studying your face carefully before he cleared his throat, snapping you out of your deep thoughts.

"So, my job...", he started, smiling a bit. The ring in his lip moving as he did so. "I'm a CEO. I assume you've heard of Jeon Interprises? We are a start-up tech industry." He hummed, waiting for your reaction. The whites of your eyes showed slightly as they widened, nodding your head a few times. "Uh...yeah. I mean, I've heard of it. The buildings pretty huge." You smiled, tracing patterns on the wood of the table with your nail. You recalled a memory of one of your friends saying that whoever owned it was "Compensating for something." It made you giggle a bit, the sound not going unheard by Jungkook. "Something funny?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. He had a piercing there as well. It was...kind of attractive for a man his age.

You quickly shook your head, biting your lip. "No, no...just something a friend said earlier. But yes, I've heard of it. Very impressive." you nod slightly, before the waitress came back over to set jungkooks order down on the table. A to-go cup of coffee and a donut. When she left, you started again. "How old are you? If you don't mind me asking." Jungkook only smiled, sipping at his coffee after blowing on it before he answered, "I'm thirty-two. I became a CEO when I turned twenty-nine, so I'm fairly new at it still. It was a hand-me-down from an older brother of mine."

You nodded, considering his words before asking another question. "So...then why the ad?" you smiled a bit, before continuing: "I mean, youre a fairly successful CEO, you're smart and probably rich, and you have model good looks. I'm sure you wouldn't have trouble finding someone in your...class that would attend events with you." After taking a sip of your coldening tea, you shrugged nonchalantly. "Just saying..." you smiled.

Jungkook chuckled a bit as he leaned back in his seat, studying you for a moment. "My class? You mean starving models, idols, and other business women who all act dumb and fall at my feet?" he laughed softly again. "Lets just say that I was feeling generous. I wanted to help someone who needed the money, and I wanted something...new. Normal."

"Normal, as in myself?" you asked, making the man chuckle again. "Mhm, like you. You're not swooning everytime I smile at you. You don't seem to care about my money, even though you answered the ad." He sipped his coffee again, "Which leads me to my next question, why did you answer the ad?" The question took you by surprise, although you should have expected it with something like this.

"Well, I'm a broke college student and I'm severely in debt. Theres not much else to it." You shrugged simply, watching his facial expressions. You didn't fail to notice the slight clench of his jaw. How sharp and defined it was. This man was definitely fine as fuck. and here you were, sitting across from him. In the oddest of situations.

"I see." he nodded. "well, then I'm happy you answered the ad. Not just because you need the money, but because you weren't playing with me and that you seem surprisingly honest." He chuckled. "That and you are extremely beautiful." He hummed. The compliment caught you offguard as you blushed heavily, nearly choking on your drink as you wiped your mouth with a napkin. "I- Thank you..." you breathed, laughing a bit.

Jungkook just smiled at you, drinking his coffee quietly as he stared out the window. The clocks hands slowly ticking as it neard half past noon. You needed to go soon, one of your classes was coming up. "So." Jungkook started again, looking back at you easily, drumming his fingers against his cup. "I suppose we should go over the events of the week before I have to go." He chuckled, pulling out a folded piece of paper and sliding it towards you. You unfolded it gently, reading over the written out itinerary. It was fairly simple:

*Monday - Dinner with friends

*Tuesday - Photoshoot for magazine

*Wednesday - Business meeting followed by dinner

*Thursday - Visiting sister companies

*Friday - Office Gala

Your head nodded at the words printed out on the sheet, before you looked back up at him. "So we're doing this?" You ask softly, making the businessman chuckle. "Of course we are. You're a very bright woman. You'll do well." He hummed approvingly, sitting up straight now. "And ofcourse I'll pay you every night for your company. A glorified escort if you will, although I hope we can become more like friends."

You nodded, smiling as you tucked the paper away into your purse before you stood up. "Alright. Then I guess I'll see you tomorrow Jungkook." You breathed, holding out your hand for him to take. The mans hand sliding into your gently, the rough calluses on his palm scraping against yours slightly. "Tomorrow. Oh, and don't worry about paying. I'll cover it." he grinned, winking playfully before he leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to the back of your hand, letting go of it after a few moments. You could have sworn your heart stopped and your face turned bright red as you nodded faintly.

"Mhm..yeah. Tomorrow." you agreed, before you grabbed the rest of your things and headed for the door, casting one long glance back at the older gentleman before leaving the quaint cafe and heading back onto the busy city streets. Were you even prepared for this? It sounded like a lot in the end, even as day shifted into night and you were comfortably in bed. Your mind racing. You sighed heavily, letting out a breath as you turned on your side. The upstairs neighbors noises slowly lulling you to sleep, mixed with the faint traffic sounds outside and the A/C blasting into your small room.

Tomorrow would definitely be an interesting one...

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The week seemed to go by in a big blur. Dinner with Jungkooks friends had went surprisingly well even though you weren't used to the upscale dinners and fancy restaurants. Jungkook had prepped you before hand on everyone's names and had even took you out shopping for a few new clothing items. He had told you that the dress you wore to dinner looked flattering on you. You could have sworn you had caught his eyes wandering over your bare legs a few times during dinner that night.

But in the end, the older man had drove you home in his Mercedes and walked you to your apartment door, kissing your hand again before he left. Everytime he did that, sparks seemed to ignite under your skin.

Tuesday was calmer. You didn't know why Jungkook had wanted your company at a simple photoshoot but it seemed to calm his nerves whenever he'd get a break from the bright flashes of the camera, finding you seated in the same chair all afternoon. You were glad to help him, even though he should be used to this type of publicity. 

Later, as the two of you were walking the city sidewalks, he had said that photoshoots always made him nervous. "What if I had a stain on my tie or my zipper was down?" He had muttered to you, a light pink blush appearing on his aged face. It made you laugh louder than intended, the man shushing you quickly as he fought a chuckle. "Shh...you'll ruin me!" he had whispered, soon joining in your laughter. When he had taken you home that night, he kissed your hand again. "Goodnight sweetheart." He had mumbled softly, before handing you an envelope. 

In the silence and solitude of your apartment, you opened the seal on the envelope, your eyes widening at the cash nestled inside. "Shit..." you had breathed. This man wasn't playing around. This money alone would cover half your bills. Before you went to bed that night, you stuck the payment in a safe place to save it. Maybe by the end of the week you could be living a little easier...

The meeting on Wednesday ran long. Longer than Jungkook intended as you sat in the lobby of his building. The black dress you wore hugging your curves as you sat neatly in a leather chair. You found things to busy yourself though. Like paying your past due bills and talking to a nice security guard. The old man giving you some insight to Jungkooks life.  Apparently the man used to be a famous idol. You didn't really care about that part, but he had mentioned to you in passing that he was very good at karaoke. It made sense now. 

Jungkook had six older "brothers" too, who were also apart of the band. 

"Sorry I'm late." Jungkook breathed as he joined you, his dark eyes looking at the security guard and then you. "What did Jun tell you?" He asked playfully, clearly he knew the man well enough to not get mad at him. The conversation flowed in the car as well, you questioning him endlessly about him being a successful idol and him just laughing and explaining his tattooed arm now. Especially the ones tattooed on his knuckles and hand. 

When he had finished, he smiled at you and finally took in your appearance for tonights dinner. You watched as his eyes darkened slightly, his tongue flicking against the metal of his lip ring. "I like this one more than the last." He nodded, his veined hand moving to rest on the dark fabric covering your thigh. His breathing seemed a bit heavier as he parked his car. "I like it too." you mumbled, blushing a bit as you felt the heat from his palm through your dress. It never went farther than that though. Even through the dinner, Jungkook was nothing short of a gentleman. 

Everything seemed to shift slightly on Thursday though. 

Jungkook had paid you that morning, before he told you that you actually couldn't join him today. For what reason, you didn't know. But when he had shown up at your door that morning to tell you, his eyes were dark and tired looking. Like he had stayed up all night after he dropped you off. He also looked...angry underneath the smile lines. But no matter how much you wanted to comfort him, you remained quiet and just nodded at his words.

You had decided to clean your apartment when he left you. The two of you exchanging quick little messages here and there about the day and how you were doing. To be honest, it was weird being alone now. You were so used to Jungkook being there with you all week and now you felt...alone. You liked having someone there to talk to all the time and to laugh with. You had even told Jungkook this, messaging him more than he had replied back. Sure, you felt bad. What if you were interrupting his meeting? 

But the other side of you missed him a lot. And when your phone chimed an hour later, you didn't hesitate to check. It was Jungkook, but instead of replying to your desperate "I miss you" text, he had simply told you that dinner was canceled tonight. So was he even coming over at all? The question ran through your head more times than you'd care to admit. Instead of sulking like you had been doing though, you replied with a picture of yourself in the dress you were going to wear to tonights dinner. The red velvet garment hugging your thighs and breasts. The neckline dipping down between your cleavage slightly. Sure, it was revealing, and Jungkook hadn't seen it yet, but you liked it a lot. You quickly added a text after the picture was sent: 

"Too bad about dinner. I wanted to wear this for you."

You watched your screen after sending it. 

You watched it deliver.

You watched Jungkook look at it and leave you on read. 

He never answered, even as the hours passed and you had eventually took the dress off and showered for the night. Putting on a pair of sweats and a tank top as you grabbed your phone and flopped down on your old couch. It was about nine at night when frantic knocking sounded at your door. You weren't asleep yet, but now you were hyper aware of the sound as you stalked to your living room. 

When you answered it, you were taken aback by the disarrayed Jungkook at your door. His hair was messy and his tie was loose around his neck. He smelled faintly like whiskey as his eyes met yours. His pupils blown wide enough to cover the color of his irises. Before you could even ask what had happened today, he was on you. The older man moving inside the apartment with you before he closed the door and locked it. His large hands on your hips as he found the nearest wall to back you up against. His breath was heavy as he breathed in the scent of your slightly damp hair, his fingers digging into the gray fabric of your sweats gently. 

"Jungkook- what are you-..." You went to ask softly, your own heart racing as you watched him, his hand coming up to press a slender finger to your lips. "Now, what makes you think...you can just send me a photo like that when I'm in a meeting..." he whispered faintly, pulling away to look down at you. He wasn't drunk, that was evident on how clear his words were. So this...whatever this was, he had planned all the way here.

"I thought you'd like it..." You answered calmly, your eyes meeting his softly. "D-did you like it?" you asked, smiling a bit at him. The man chuckled and moved to press his lips against your cheek, his hands squeezing your hips as he tugged you closer to him. "Fuck yes." he growled lowly. "It made me want to leave my meeting so I could drive over here and rip it off with my teeth..." 

The suggestion in his tone almost made your knees buckle as a slight whimper left your lips. How long had it been since someone had talked to you like that? It felt like forever. But this...coming from an older man? It made your stomach do flips as you bit your lip. "O-oh yeah?" you asked shakily, your hand resting against his chest. Jungkook only nodded as his lips moved to kiss and suck lightly against your neck and jaw. His hands sliding to cup your backside and pull you closer against him. It was evident that he was hard in his slacks. But this...wasn't something that had been mentioned before. Sure, there had been light touches and flirting...but never this extreme. 

"Jungkook..." you started, your breaths heavier than they were before as you pushed against him slightly. The older man paused in his onslaught of kisses, pulling away at your pushes to look down at you. "I-i'm sorry. I know that the ad said no sexual favors. That's not what I intended..." he blushed slightly. He looked so boyish as he apologized, but you just shook your head slightly. "I-its okay...I just didn't expect it." you answered, "I just missed you." 

At those words, a cute bunny grin appeared on his face. "Missed me, hm?" he teased, his hands still on your ass as he studied your face. He was quiet for a long moment as he studied your lightly flushed cheeks and your dilated pupils. One of Jungkooks hands left your ass to come up and cup your cheek, his thumb brushing against the rosy flesh. The two of you were practically sharing every breath now. "Do you want me to leave?" he whispered. "Just say the words and I'll go." He mumbled against your lips. Your head swam as you were overwhelmed by the full force of him. The smell of an old cologne wafting off of his disheveled suit coat. The look was definitely affecting you, that and his hands on your body. 

Jungkook opened his mouth to speak but he didn't get a chance as your lips met his. The two of you working in a tandem as his tongue slid past your lips. Eliciting soft groans from you as your arms reached up to wrap around the mans neck, your fingers twining in the strands of hair at the nape of Jungkooks neck. When he pulled away, he smirked down at you and your slightly swollen lips. His tongue darting out to lick his own lips. "I've been thinking about doing that all week." he chuckled. "but...I should go now. Let you sleep...hm? Prepare for that party tomorrow night."

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And that's how you ended up at this glamorous party, Jungkooks hand secured on your hip as he leaned into you. His breath tickling your ear as he hummed. "Did you hear me?" he asked, a soft laugh leaving the man. It snapped you out of your thoughts, your eyes meeting his as you smiled. "I'm sorry. What did you say?" It made him laugh again as his hands moved to turn you around. Your eyes meeting his dark ones.  "I asked if you were having a nice night?" He smirked playfully, the gray in his hair catching the light from the overhead chandeliers. 

"Oh.", you started, looking around a bit more. To be honest, it was a little overwhelming. All the people and the music. You had gotten to meet some of Jungkooks "brothers". Jimin and tae. That was a definite upside, as the two men were as nice and as teasing as Jungkook. "I guess? This is my first Gala. I have nothing to compare it to." You shrugged, smiling faintly up at the man. His hands tightened on your silk-clad hips then, his mouth meeting your ear as his lips brushed against it. "Maybe not..." He whispered, "maybe we can keep doing this...together." 

His words made you pause. Your eyes widening as you pulled away to look at him. "Keep doing this...Jungkook, what are you talking about? I'm a twenty-two year old college student. I'm not rich or used to all this! I would never fit in here or with your crowd." you whispered frantically, trying to get free from the mans gentle grip on you. He wouldn't budge, his doe eyes staring at you. His lips slightly parted. His tongue played with the piercing in his lip as you waited for a response with baited breath. 

"Come with me." He said suddenly, sliding his hand into your and heading up a grand staircase. It lead to the second floor, people watching from the railings at the party down below. A party that soon grew quiet as the man in front of you led you down halls and walkways. He was eerily quiet as you let him, before he pushed open a door that led to a lavish bedroom. A large bed against the far wall, draped with curtains. Modern furniture everywhere and a view that put any you'd seen to shame. 

"Where are we Jungkook? Why'd you bring me here?" you asked, closing the door behind you. You took a few steps into the room, your hands slack at your sides as you watched the man go over to a liquor cabinet and pour himself a small glass of whiskey. He downed it in one go, before he leaned against the counter he was behind. His dark eyes staring right into your soul. "This is my private room. I pay for it. I come here when I'm stressed or when I want away from my lonely apartment. Jimin owns this entire building." He smirked slightly as he watched your mouth part in surprise. 

"Oh." you muttered, before taking another slow look around. But you could feel the mans eyes on you. Like a predator watching it's prey. " I want to keep doing this." He started then, making you turn around to look at him. "And before you complain...let me say this," He held up a hand, smiling playfully at you. "I like you. A lot. You're different. You're beautiful." he blushed, the man still slightly bashful as he admitted this to you. A hint of the teenager underneath it all showing through. 

"And I know you're not rich. I didn't fail to notice your mail yesterday when I came over. You needed to be my escort for the money and I understand that. You wanted nothing more than the job and the cash that I offered." He shrugged. "I was prepared to pay you your final earning tonight actually, but I wanted to say this first," He paused, gauging your reaction. When you just watched him, listening intently, he continued.

"I want more than this. I want to take you to more than just galas and photoshoots." 'He smiled, taking slow steps towards you now. "I want to take you on dates and to clothing stores." he hummed, before he was in front of you, his hands taking yours gently and holding them. His dark doe eyes meeting your wide ones. "I want to travel the world with you..." he breathed, his thumbs rubbing the back of your hands. 

"I want...you."

The words came crashing down on you. Your heart racing as you stared at him in shock and disbelief. This man...wanted you? A rich, successful, older CEO wanted a normal girl from some no name town? You almost couldn't believe it. And you weren't surprised when you found yourself nodding at his words. With shaking hands you reached up and cupped his face between them. You had denied yourself since that night at dinner when he had kept looking at you. Had denied what happened between the two of you yesterday. You were done not giving in to what your heart and body clearly wanted. 

"I want you too Jungkook." You whispered, your lips meeting his in a rush of courage and passion. Only a second passed before you felt him kissing you back, his tongue asking for entrance as it slid across your lower lip. Jungkooks hands moved and wrapped around you then, his veiny hands grasping your ass and giving a playful squeeze as you opened up for him. The sound of your kissing and shared breaths the only noise in the room. 

When you moaned against his lips is when both your resolves snapped. The man easily lifting you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you over to the large bed. He set you down easily before he pulled away, his eyes on you as he stepped back and pulled his tie free. Jungkook taking his time as he slowly untucked his shirt, unbuttoning it and letting it fall to the floor. A low chuckle left him at your awed expression. This man was so fine, it had to be criminal. His tattoo ended at his shoulder, and his body was toned. Like desire incarnate. 

"Fuck." you whispered, feeling your core clench and ache slightly. Maybe it had been awhile since you've done anything with a man. Your body felt like it was on fire. Jungkook just chuckled at the heat behind your single word, the outline of his erection pressed against his black slacks. He was big, and you wondered what it would feel like when he was inside you. Stretching you open so you could take all of him. Just the thought made you shiver, your legs pressing together under your dress. He took note of that, his pupils dark as he smirked. The man lowering to the ground in front of you, resting on his knees. "What's wrong babygirl?" He breathed, one of his larger hands sliding under your dress and up the bare flesh of your leg. 

The name alone caused you to whimper with desperation. Fuck, hearing that from an older man had definitely awoken something within you. Jungkook smirked at your silence as his hand only slid higher. He stopped when his fingers brushed your inner thigh. "Do you want me to?" he breathed heavily, waiting for your response. You looked down at him then, biting your lip as your legs parted on pure instinct. "Want you to what?" you asked playfully, your chest rising and falling quickly. 

Jungkook raised an eyebrow as he looked at you, licking his lips again as his hand only inched higher. You both clearly wanted this. "Do you want me to show you how a real man pleasures a cunt like yours?" he grinned, his fingers skimming the lace of your underwear. A gasp left you as you shivered, nodding quickly at his devilish words. At this point you let him do anything he wanted. 

That was all Jungkook needed as he slid your dress up your legs, bunching the material at your waist as his eyes ate up the image before him. Your black lace panties already ruined with an obvious wetness. He chuckled slightly as he ran a skilled finger over your covered slit, his eyes flicking up to meet yours. "See? Already ruined for me,hm?" he licked his lips. He gently moved to pull your underwear to the side, his other hand grasping your hip gently as you leaned back on your arms to watch him. Jungkook nearly groaned at the sight of your aching clit, begging for attentipn as he leaned up and kissed along your thighs. You were already trembling with need, and you were afraid that you would come just from this alone. 

The older man kissed and sucked along your smooth skin, before he slowly slid his skilled tongue up your slit and though your folds. His lips sealing around your pulsing clit. The moan that left you was loud and sudden, your hips bucking up against his wanting mouth. His hand gently held you down as he feasted on you like a man starved. His lips and tongue pleasuring you until you were a mess of cries and moans. Your hands grasping at the salt and pepper strands of his hair. "J...Jungkook-" you whined. "I'm going to cum if you keep doing that- please" 

Jungkook pulled away then, letting you catch your breath as he stared at you. His lips and chin drenched with your arousal. His tongue flicking his lip ring as he stared at you. "I know baby...I could tell." he smiled, before he stood up and unbuckled his belt. His slacks sliding down his waist, revealing black Calvin Klein boxers. His hardened erection straining against the material as he climbed onto the bed, hovering over your disheveled form. "I want to finish together." He whispered, leaning down to nip at your earlobe. His skilled mouth moving to capture your lips. The taste of yourself on his lips was enough to send you reeling, your back arching up into him so he could reach under you and unzip the dress you wore. 

Once that was done, he helped you shimmy out of it, the man throwing the pile of red silk onto the floor. Aside from your underwear being halfway down your full thighs, you were naked under him. Nipples perfectly peaked against the slight chill in the air. Jungkook stared down at you then, one of his hands coming up to roll and pinch one of them, causing you to moan and whine for him. "Please-" you begged quietly. Jungkook looked at you, smirking playfully as his other hand left you and tugged down his boxers. His considerable length slapping against his toned stomach. Precum beading at the tip already. It made you hungry. It made your pussy even wetter than it already was. 

"Please what, baby?" he whispered,pecking your lips. A hand leaving your breast and moving to cup your cheek. His other hand slowly stroking his cock. You watched him, stomach clenching as your legs parted for him to ease between. "Please fuck me." you begged quietly, blushing faintly as you stared at him. 

Jungkook nodded, smiling slightly before he kissed you. His hand around his cock slowly guiding him against you. His tip spreading your folds apart before he was slowly inching inside of you. His lips cut off the garbled moan that left you, your hands tangling in his hair tightly after you wrapped your legs around him. Once he had given you time to get a feel of him, he started pushing more. Until he completely bottomed out, filling you to the brim with himself as he slowly started thrusting. 

The moans that left the both of you were long and loud when he started moving against you. Sweat beading at his temple as he leaned down to kiss you again. His kiss gentle as his hips picked up a steady rythym. Your legs only tightened further around him as he did, pulling away to cry out in ecstacy. He felt so good against you. The warmth, the shared breaths, the absolute heavenly feel of him inside you made your toes curl as you felt that long overdue lick of pleasure slide down your spine and pool in your stomach. 

Jungkook knew it too. Could feel the way your walls clenched and tightened around him the fatser and harder his thrusts became. He was also chasing his own release, but he wanted to watch as the pleasure crossed your face. Wanted to see you turn to mush underneath him as he contimued to use you to reach his own orgasm. "Thats it baby...just a little more for me.." he whispered against your cheek, his nose skimming the rosy pink skin. "You're being so good...you feel so perfect around me." The praise went straight to your head as you turned his face towards you, lips meeting his in a sloppy kiss as you crumbled around him. Your hips met his slowing thrusts, riding out your orgasm. Moans and whined falling from your reddened lips as you looked up at him with hooded eyes. 

Jungkooks thrusts were getting slopppier by the second as he guided you through your climax, his cock aching for its own release. The mans hands propping him up above you slightly, tattooed hand dug into the blanket under you as his eyes raked over your sweaty, pleasure-stricken features. Soft moans still left your lips at his weakening thrusts, your poor cunt sensitive after the onslaught he was currently trying to end. Your hands tangling back in his hair as you kissed him. 

It wasn't long before Jungkooks hips pushed for the final time, making sure he was securely all the way inside you before he let his orgasm take him. His cock spurting out rope after rope of cum inside you. Painting your insides in white as he slowed, eventually stopping. Your thighs were sticky with sweat and release as it trickled out of you around him. A satisfied smile plastered your face as Jungkook fell on top of you, burying his face in your neck as he peppered your heated skin with kisses. 

The two of you layed there for what seemed like forever, until the older man rolled off of you, sliding out of you gently before he pulled you against his chest. Jungkook smoothed your hair back as he reached down and pulled a blanket over the both of you, a smile on his face as he kissed your forehead. You were both too tired to clean up. But you had all the time in the world with him now. Jungkook sighed in contentment. "Thank you." he whispered softly as the two of you lay there. 

You turned on your side slowly, already feeling the ache between your legs. You would worry about that tomorrow. " For what?" you asked sleepily, playing with a strand of his hair. Jungkook hummed and wrapped an arm around you, tugging you even closer to him. "For playing the part." He breathed against your hair, making you blush and laugh slightly. You only nodded, pressing a kiss against his cheek. "Starting tomorrow...I don't think I want to play a part anymore." Jungkook just smiled at your words, his heart felt full as he nodded, letting you doze off against him. 

What would the next few weeks entail? The next few years? 

But he wouldn't worry about that now. All he wanted now was to be close to you. To never let you go. So he wouldn't.

Not until you ordered him away.

[palmerzy]

Hi, I loved your recent Spencer Reid blurb, I was wondering if you would do another nsfw blurb with sub Spence and maybe some Somno?? Like he can’t help himself when he’s so tired and he barely realises what he’s doing? 🫶🫶

hey anon, thanks for requesting! i wasn’t totally sure if you meant reader to spencer or spencer to reader, so i went for the latter - i hope that’s okay! if that’s not what you meant, feel free to send another ask and i’ll appease that <3 for now, please enjoy!

NSFW! - explicit sexual themes, incl. somnophilia. read at your own discretion.

spencer would be coming home late from a case, and he’s just desperate to spend some time with you - to spend some time inside of you.

his face falls when he pushes open the door to his bedroom, seeing your sleeping form already knocked out on his bed, and he internally chides himself for staying behind at the bau longer than he should have. now, his girlfriend is passed out, and he’s sporting a hard on - the taunting punishment for daydreaming on his journey home.

as a responsible man, somewhat, he grumbles to himself but gets ready for bed nonetheless, pouting at the thought of having to go to sleep without being able to share the night with you, knowing it’s his own fault.

he’d climb into bed beside you, narrowing his eyes at the sight of you in just your panties and one of his button ups, like you’re literally messing with him in your sleep. a defeated sigh passes his lips, and he snuggles up against you, his chest against your back as he wills sleep to take him before his thoughts wander too far.

of course, sleep doesn’t take him. not when he can feel you shifting in your unconscious state, your ass pressing just perfectly against his hard-on, something you’re blissfully unaware of. he tells himself he can’t wake you up, not for an issue as small as his petulant neediness.

and yet, spencer recalls a conversation in which you’d told him you wouldn’t mind being woken up with his head between your thighs, or with the tip of his cock nudging against your entrance. well - you’d said it a lot more innocent than that, but he knew the implications. he knows what you’d meant, and he finds himself questioning his morals with how he’s considering it.

in his mind, he draws it up to him simply being tired and needy. he’s been at work all day, barely able to talk to you, and then he comes home to find you asleep. he can’t help feeling a little down, a little pouty, and a little bit guilty as he reaches down between your bodies to pull your panties aside.

he waits for a reaction, and even when he gets none, he perseveres. a finger dips beneath your folds, testing the waters, and his slightly drowsy mind is elated to find you just about wet enough for him. you’ve been wetter, sure, but he knows you’re sleeping, your body isn’t anticipating him. that’s what you wanted, right? to be woken up by him? he’s just providing his partner with what they’d wanted. he’s a good boyfriend.

his mind is a blur when he tugs his pyjama pants down and pushes forward, eyes rolling back when he sinks into your warmth, your body involuntarily clenching around him.

with furrowed brows, he studies your body, waiting for you to stir awake. he’s silently begging for you to wake up so he can continue, so he can have his fill of you and then the both of you can get some sleep.

when you don’t, he stills, keeping himself sheathed within you. he’s at war with his mind, debating on whether or not to keep going. he knows he’s not in his right mind, not with how tired he is after a long days work. he should pull out and just go take care of himself.

but he doesn’t, and it’s not long before he’s slowly thrusting up into you, biting down on his bottom lip to muffle his whines. he’s not a massive fan of taking you from behind, he likes to see your face, but he has no choice here - spooning you as he gently grasps your hip, his cock half submerged into your unknowing body.

he continues like that for at least a minute, muffled gasps and whimpers passing his pursed lips as he shallowly dips into you over and over, refusing to come from his invasion. he wants you to wake up, he really does, yet he can’t deny how good it feels to be able to satisfy himself with your body like this, and he finds his guilt rising more with each second.

when you finally awaken, his face lights up, his cock stilling and feeling your pussy clench around him, as if pulling him further in. “spence?” you’d mumble ever so quietly, and he swears he could’ve come just from the sound. he’d nod slowly, pressing a light kiss to your shoulder, whispering sweet apologies. “‘m so sorry,” “couldn’t help myself, i tried- mmph, i really tried,” “is this okay? please tell me it’s okay,” he’d whimper over and over, until you were nodding, telling him you were going back to sleep and allowing you to find his own pleasure, finally pressing his cock as deep as he’d originally wanted to, guilt washed away.

requests open! 🌶️ or come talk to me about spence <3

[quarterlifekitty]

Okay listen I know I said I would stop but you adding onto könig gave me IDEAS.

Him fucking you while you play on your switch once you two get to his, frankly abysmally plain and sad, apartment in Austria only for him to whine about the switch taking too much of your attention and yoinks it from your hands.

Don't ask how he gets you papers, all that matters is now you're his wife and you're in his home country. Oh, you don't like where he lives? That's okay, he'll pick out a much better place. Oh, you only speak English/your native language? Good. He'll be the only one you need to talk to and he can translate anything you need to read and he'll fill out any silly forms needed.

Hope to god that if you don't want kids that your birth control is a fuckin implant. Though, it will only delay it. Not stop it. He wonders after a month of you living in Austria on top of however fucking long he was deployed near you, and not seeing you take or mention any type of birth control, why you aren't pregnant? Sure, hes.....older.....but that shouldn't be an issue, he read an article about a 68 year old man fathering a new baby a week ago. He's healthy, especially for his size. So just what could it possibly be? He decides to dig into your medical history, just to be sure, you can never be too careful, and there he spots the reason his little maus has yet to take. No worries, he knows a doctor.

Well. This got progressively out of hand. Would you believe me if I said I'm not even a könig main girlie?

I would believe you bc that man takes hold like a virus in your system man

The apartment is just a stepping stone— a family needs a house, he knows that, so he has you help him pick one. And I’m gonna say something. The ones he chooses to take you to and view… he picked based on how you build Minecraft houses. And maybe I’m a weenie, but I don’t think he takes your switch! You can’t really go out because you don’t know the language, and he’s gone for long periods on deployment— it’s good for you to have something to do. If he’s trying to spend time with you, he can just loom over you (you’re getting distracted by his cleavage tbh) and gently pull it away, putting it on sleep mode and on a side table.

And you know what. Perhaps a controversial opinion. He gets hard watching you play animal crossing. The way you decorate your little house and do all of the gardening, cooking, crafting. Taking care of the happiness and needs of all of the cute little animals. You’re already perfect at playing house! You’ve got free rein to use his cards to decorate however you want. Make the house a home, you know? And I don’t know about you, but I always have stuffed animals and cute toys all over my animal crossing house. So, to him, you’re basically already subconsciously ready for a baby.

I doubt reader has an implant in this, because she was terminally celibate before he showed up lol. But I do find the concept soooo funny. That he’s trying to get you pregnant so desperately, but of course he hasn’t told you that at all. He just tells you he’s coming inside and you go okay 💖 yay 💖. So like he could ask if you’re on contraceptives and you’d probably tell him but then he might have to admit to what he’s doing and he’d rather just read your entire medical history lmao. And he totally lies to you about why it has to be taken out. Saying there isn’t really medical care to maintain it in Austria, so you should really just have it taken out now.

And then you ask if it’s ok for him to keep giving you creampies even though your implant is gone. As usual, he says it’s fine— that you can let him worry about that!

[writingwisterias]

Whiskey Sipping

Vendetta!Leon Kennedy x AFAB!Reader Warnings: NSFW, SMUT, MDNI, Age-Gap, Drinking, Fingering, Light Degradation kink, Soft Dom Leon, Sub Reader, Oral (M-receiving) 🪑 Anon this is for you my love, I hope you enjoy <3

You just couldn't leave him alone, could you? Couldn't just give him 5 minutes to finish the drink clutched tightly in his hand before you sauntered your greedy cunt over to him. Leon's eyes darkened as they watched your naked form approach to where he was sitting. The corner of the L-shaped sofa was always left empty for you but no you weren't heading in that direction. Not today. He didn't miss how your arousal coated your thighs, and your head hung low in shame. You had broken one of his rules.

He didn't think he would be the type of dom to lay out rules for you until the texts began to flood his phone when you suddenly decided to torture yourself until he came home. You gave him one too many awkward timed boners that he banned the idea of your own playtime entirely. To you, he only thought of you as some dumb college chick that warmed his bed and sed the apartment while he wasn't there. Yet to him, you were more than that; you paid your bills in pussy, your sweet taste leaving an aftertaste on his tongue better than any drink he's had before. Leon would never admit how he liked your scent on his pillows, your stupid little trinkets littering the space but that was always his favourite part of having you in his life.

But the closer the two of you got, the bigger the power imbalance. Anything he asked you would do without question. He's even made you study whilst eating you out - stopping when you got the question wrong. Leon didn't care for the age gap, you made him feel younger. Reminded him of the horny 20-year-old he buried deep inside of him somewhere. The poor guy needed a chance to escape that shroud of darkness, even if it was for 2 rounds of sex almost every day.

You nudged yourself on his lap getting cosy against his chest. "There's a perfectly good spot there you know" Leon teased, pointing towards your normal spot whilst raising his glass to his lips. You watched the amber liquid slide down his throat, his Adams apple bobbing as he swallowed. "This is better" you stated simply completely unbothered by his apparent attitude this evening. Leon's sigh brushed against your ear causing you to flinch away with a giggle. "I thought you were studying"

"got bored"

Leon's hum vibrated through your back, despite not giving you what you wanted he could still feel the wet patch on his leg grow because of you. His fingers inched down to your needy cunt. Swiping away at the slick that coated your folds. He didn't say anything, didn't nip at your neck like he normally does. He just simply raised the glass to his lips again as he inserted two fingers into your warmth. You waited for him to move them, to begin his usual assault to warm you up. Yet, it never came; they were sat there inside. Pruning from the amount of arousal that spilt from you.

To your credit you waited, you sat there patiently for him to curl them. To force the orgasm you desperately needed but he didn't - he never moved his fingers. He didn't even look at you, his attention firmly on the TV or refilling his glass. It was like you weren't even there. Leon admitted to himself that your needy whines were cute, like some dumb puppy begging for his attention to play. He almost caved but this was too amusing to him. His point entertained you as you began to move on your own, angling his fingers into the perfect toy as you squirmed against his lap. Your fingers folded his own into the right place making sure they were hitting the correct angle.

Leon's cock twitched as you used him, as he felt the impending orgasm you were working yourself towards with or without his help. It was hot seeing you so needy like this. Watching you saunter in the room with your needs evident on your legs, your fingers shining in the dim light. He has forgiven you for breaking the rules, he never really cared for them in the first place. Just enjoyed watching you crawl to him like this, so needy and desperate for any part of him. He had already planned what he was going to do once you reached this orgasm. You weren't going to leave him unaccounted for, not on his watch at least.

Your walls clenched around his digits, your hips halting their movements as the orgasm crashed through you. Your moans were loud against his ear as you leaned back. Your chest heaved as you calmed down. Leon smirked at your state with how he barely did anything as you still managed to orgasm with him. "Got what you needed?" He finally questioned. His fingers slipped out of you and he wiped the remnants of your orgasm on his jeans like it was nothing. The damp streaks turned a cloudy white against the black fabric. "It was exactly what I needed thank you" You whispered. Leon smiled at you, his hand bringing his glass to your lips. You took a small sip, enjoying the burn of the neat whiskey as it made its way down. Your chest felt lighter as you smiled at him. Leon smirked at the lip balm mark on your lips. He could almost taste the cherry as he brought the glass to his lips again in the same spot.

A comfortable silence fell amongst the both of you like it always did. Your features are highlighted by the dim glow of the TV. "What about me?" Leon asked, breaking the silence. His eyes flickered down to his erection where it twitched and throbbed against his tight jeans. Your fingers ghosted over the shape as you watched it. You could feel yourself get worked up again but he let you orgasm it was only your turn to repay the favour.

You dropped to your knees in front of him. The fabric of the rug biting into your skin. He watched as you freed him from his clothed prison. The tip beading with pre cum and flushed red. Just the way you liked it. You sucked against the tip smiling as a hiss left his lips and his fingers wove themselves into your soft strands. He felt your throat relax as you took more of him in, your drool dribbling around his balls - you were lucky he didn't mind it messy. Perhaps it was because he was drunk or maybe the fact he was already horny from your own needy display but he felt his orgasm incoming quicker. Each time you hollered out your cheeks or pulled his cock further back into your throat he groaned. You loved how vocal he was when he was being pleasured, his mouth releasing the most beautiful sounds; it was the only way you knew you were doing something right.

You welcomed the salty taste of him as he pushed you further down to the base of his cock. His load mixed with the warmth of the whiskey as you swallowed. Despite your needy behaviour he would have to admit you looked fucking cute when you looked up at him displaying your tongue like a good girl. His hand stroked your head lovingly, a small smile plastered on his features. He could never stay mad at you. Even if you did interrupt his drinking time.

[1425fivefive]

If you’re still doing the kink prompts, the idea of landoscar selfcest/clones has me like 🫠😵‍💫🥵

this accidentally turned into something romantic and tender and maybe not even kinky. but i like it so i'm posting it (for the kink prompt asks)

“He wants you,” Oscar—other Oscar—murmurs in Lando’s ear. “Just can’t admit it to himself yet.”

Other Oscar slides a hand up Lando’s shirt, tweaking one of Lando’s nipples, and Lando fucking shivers, eyes sliding shut, letting out this breathless little moan. Lando tips his head back against other Oscar’s shoulder, nosing at other Oscar’s cheek.

Oscar’s cheeks heat, cock stiffening in his shorts. He feels absurdly, achingly jealous of the older version of himself drawing needy noises out of Lando.

It’s surreal feeling jealous of himself, doesn’t make any sense. But Oscar can’t help it as he watches the older version of himself press a line of kisses down Lando’s neck, staring right at Oscar over Lando’s shoulder, an amused glint in his eye.

Oscar realizes with a jolt that he sort of fucking hates his older self.

But he can’t look away as his older self tugs at the hem of Lando’s shirt and murmurs, “This okay, sweetheart?” Lando nods and whispers, “Please, Osc,” voice high and breathy.

Oscar’s still not sure how he ended up here, in this odd future version of his life, watching his older self calling an older version of Lando sweetheart. 

One minute Oscar had been sitting in the living room of his shitty flat in London, and the next he was in a kitchen in a sprawling flat with older versions of himself and Lando. When he’d appeared in the corner of the room, older Oscar had barely seemed surprised, had just given him a lazy grin and said, “I was wondering when you’d turn up.”

Oscar realizes that this same thing must’ve happened to the older version of himself when he was Oscar’s age. And the same thing will happen to Oscar once he’s the same age as the older version of himself. Oscar’s read enough sci-fi books about time travel to know time’s, like, a flat circle or something. Everything that’s happened before will happen again.

What Oscar can’t work out fully is why it’s happening. He thinks he knows, but—it’s something he’s spent a long time trying not to acknowledge.

But it’s hard to ignore when his older self slides a pale hand down the tan skin of Lando’s stomach, drifting closer to the waistband of Lando’s jeans. 

Oscar sucks in a sharp breath when he realizes Lando’s already hard, the thick outline of Lando’s cock pressing against the fabric. Oscar’s heart kicks as he realizes he wants to see it, wants other Oscar to unbuckle Lando’s belt, tug the button open, pull the zipper down. He’s staring openly at Lando’s crotch, can feel spit pooling in his mouth, imagining getting on his knees, sucking Lando down—

“I told you he wants you,” other Oscar breathes, lips pressed against Lando’s ear. “He wants to see your pretty cock so fucking bad, it’s all he can think about.”

Oscar’s about to snap at his older self, tell him to shut his filthy fucking mouth, tell him he doesn’t know what the fuck he’s talking about.

But Lando whimpers, eyes fluttering open to look right at Oscar. Oscar feels all the fight go out of him when he sees the desperate look on Lando’s face. 

“I can show him, yeah?” Oscar’s older self asks, reaching a hand down to trace over the line of Lando’s cock through the fabric. “Show him your gorgeous fucking cock?”

Lando gasps, nods, and Oscar’s older self is already undoing his belt, his hands smooth and practiced, like he’s done it a hundred times before. He probably has, Oscar thinks, and the flare of jealousy the realization inspires feels white hot, scalding.

But his older self is pushing Lando’s jeans and underwear down his thighs, his cock springing free, thick and dusky and hard. His older self was right, Oscar thinks. It’s really fucking pretty.

“Look at you,” his older self breathes, chin hooked over Lando’s shoulder, hands roaming over Lando’s stomach and chest and thighs, cupping Lando’s pec, digging into the soft skin of Lando’s hip. Almost like he’s showing Lando off to Oscar.

When his older self drags a thumb over Lando’s nipple and Lando’s cock throbs, a bead of wetness slipping from the tip, Oscar lets out a breathless, “Fuck.”

Lando moans at that, cheeks flushing, and it makes Oscar feel insane, seeing how reactive Lando is.

“It’s a nice cock, isn’t it?” Oscar’s older self asks, looking right at Oscar.

Oscar thinks about telling his older self to fuck off. But he can’t, not when Lando’s looking at Oscar with wide, uncertain eyes, like he thinks there’s any world in which Oscar doesn’t think Lando’s cock is the prettiest cock he’s ever seen in his life.

“Yeah,” Oscar says, meeting Lando’s eyes. “So fucking nice.”

Lando’s mouth drops open at Oscar’s words, a shudder running through him. Oscar can’t hold back a moan at the sight, delirious to see how much his words seem to affect Lando.

“You can suck it if you want,” Oscar’s older self says idly. “You should hear the sounds he makes.”

Oscar feels like he might black out at the idea of sucking Lando’s cock, but he’s never sucked anyone’s dick before, never even let himself want it in any real sort of way. He can’t imagine doing it for the first time with his older self watching on, critiquing his technique, telling him how to make it better.

“But maybe you’d like him to suck you instead?”

For a moment, Oscar’s not sure if he’s heard his older self correctly. If his older self’s actually suggesting that Lando suck him off.

But his older self’s bringing two fingers up to Lando’s mouth, dragging them over the wet seam of Lando’s mouth, slipping them inside when Lando’s lips part. Lando sucks them down greedily, cheeks hollowing, bright eyes still fixed on Oscar. Watching it, Oscar can imagine exactly how good Lando must look on his knees.

“Jesus,” Oscar mutters, looking back and forth between his older self and Lando. “You two are fucking insane.”

His older self snorts. “I’m you, mate. If we’re insane, you’re right here with us.”

Oscar groans, because his older self’s right. It’s annoying how his older self keeps fucking doing that. Being right about shit that Oscar would really prefer not to think about.

“Come on,” his older self says, nodding at the sofa. “Sit.”

“I’m not a dog,” Oscar says, but he goes anyway, perching on the edge of the sofa.

“Good,” his older self says, still fucking Lando’s mouth with his fingers. Almost like he’s trying to remind Oscar of where this is all leading. Keep him focused. Oscar hates that it’s working. “Now take off your clothes.”

Oscar feels abruptly self-conscious at the thought of being naked in front of his older self, but he remembers that they’re the same person. Nothing his older self hasn’t seen before.

When he’s fully naked, he catches his older self staring at him with a breathless expression, cheeks slightly pink. It’s the first time Oscar’s seen his older self look remotely affected.

“What’re you staring at?” Oscar asks, hand twitching to cover his dick.

His older self shakes his head, laughs. “Sorry, just—forgot how fit I was back then.” He presses a kiss to Lando’s neck, even as he’s still staring at Oscar, eyes roving appreciatively over Oscar’s body. “You look good, Oscar.”

Oscar flushes, cock hardening at his older self’s words. He wonders if it’s, like, fucked up to be getting turned on by himself, but he reasons it’s sort of the same as masturbation. Just—an extremely fucking surreal version of it.

His older self pulls his fingers out of Lando���s mouth and tugs his own clothes off. Oscar’s surprised to see exactly how broad his older self is, all the softness, the lingering baby fat, long gone from his body. He has, like, a fucking six-pack or something.

“Christ,” Oscar says. “How are you so—” He trails off and waves a hand at his older self as if to say, all of that.

His older self barks out a laugh. “Are you trying to say I look good?”

Oscar thinks about lying, but he realizes he doesn’t want to. “Yeah,” Oscar says, embarrassed when he sounds sort of out of breath. “Like, really good.”

Oscar’s older self’s eyes go dark at that, cheeks flushing, dick firming up. He looks off-balance for the first time and Oscar can’t help but enjoy it, seeing his older self look as overwhelmed as Oscar feels.

“This is fucking weird,” Lando says.

When Oscar looks over at him, Lando’s looking back and forth between the pair of them like he can’t process what he’s seeing. Oscar’s stunned to realize he forgot about Lando for a moment, too caught up in the sight of himself.

Oscar’s older self runs a hand over Lando’s back and murmurs, “Sorry for getting distracted, baby.”

Lando shakes his head. “No, it was—” He trails off, gaze still flicking back and forth between Oscar and his older self. Finally, he says, “What if you two, like, kissed?”

Oscar flushes but his older self smiles indulgently, pulling Lando in for a languid kiss. Lando melts into it, pressing tight against other Oscar, draping his arms around other Oscar’s neck, sliding them into his hair. Oscar has to reach a hand down to palm his dick at the sight of it, unbearably turned on by Lando’s small noises, the press of his older self’s palm against the small of Lando’s back.

“Yeah, baby?” Oscar’s older self murmurs, pulling back just a bit. “Want to see the two of us together?”

Lando nods eagerly and whispers, “Please.”

Oscar’s older self glances over at Oscar, a soft smile on his lips. “What do you say, Oscar? Should we give him a show?”

Oscar thinks about saying no. It’s fucking weird, the idea of kissing himself. But Lando looks outrageously turned on by the idea and Oscar finds himself saying, “Yeah, uh, sure.”

His older self’s smile grows and he comes over to the sofa, settling next to Oscar, thick thigh pressed against Oscar’s own. Oscar can’t help but notice the identical moles, identical scar from when they fell off their bikes as a kid. They’re the same, Oscar thinks. They’ve lived the same lives, have the same scars, think the same thoughts.

Want the same things, Oscar realizes when he looks over at Lando. Lando, with his curls and bright eyes and cheeky smiles. Lando, who’s just as beautiful as he is in Oscar’s time. Lando, who Oscar’s wanted since he first saw him, even if he couldn’t admit it to himself until this moment.

Lando’s looking right at Oscar as he says, “Kiss him, Osc. Please.”

Oscar takes a shaky breath and turns his head to the side, finding himself right there, the same hunger reflected in his other self’s eyes. Oscar wants to kiss him, he realizes. Wants to kiss this version of himself who touches Lando like he knows his body better than his own, who seems comfortable and at ease in his own skin, who seems to know exactly what he wants and admits it all without shame or fear or embarrassment.

“He’s perfect, isn’t he?” his older self asks.

“Yeah,” Oscar breathes, bringing a tentative hand up to tangle in his older self's hair, watching his older self's eyes go dark. “He is.”

His older self moans, and lets Oscar pull him into a slow, deep kiss.

[boohorns1136439]

Learning to belong ~ poly!MHA x fem!Reader (09)

Alright, merry Christmas everyone ! A bit late but still. I don’t have anything to offer to you guys. I can activate my anonymous ask if you guys want to ask me questions about the fic, I won’t say anything that’ll spoil the story but if any of you have a question. Why not ?

Warning: cursing (?)

Tags: Pack! Izuku Midoriya X Bakugo Katsuki X Shoto Todoroki X Kirishima Eijirou ; Pack! X fem!Reader ; Omega!Izuku Midoriya ; Omega!Bakugo Katsuki ; Omega!Shoto Todoroki ; Omega!Kirishima Eijirou ; technically Beta!Reader ; modern Au ; post-UA ; Reader has a quirk ; non hero!Reader ; smut eventually ; fem!Reader ; afab!Reader

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Izuku left his appartement troubled the day Todoroki’s "confessed" to them what really happened at the hospital. He’d spent the morning buried in his work at the agency he shared with Katsuki, hoping patrols and incident reports would quiet the uneasiness settling inside him. But it lingered, clouding his thoughts.

It wasn’t anger, not exactly. Or at least, not just anger. Frustration, maybe. A weight of uncertainty pressing on his chest, mixed with a bitter taste of jealousy he wasn’t proud to admit. He understood. He did. He knew how overwhelming a bad heat could be for an omega, how it could strip away all logic, leaving them at the mercy of your instincts. He’d been there himself, and he’d rather break every bones in his body than revisiting some of those awkward, clumsy high school’s memories. Though that knowledge didn’t make it easier to imagine Todoroki in that vulnerable, desperate state, reaching out for a stranger. The thought twisted in his chest. It wasn’t that Izuku doubted Todoroki’s love or loyalty. Absolutely not, years of shared struggles, laughters, near-death battles, and quiet mornings filled with kisses and affection had since long dispelled his old fears of being abandoned and not being enough for his pack. But imagining Todoroki like that, with someone else, left him haunted by the question: What if Kirishima hadn’t come in time? It had clung to him all morning, feeding his uneasiness. Again, It wasn’t about mistrust, he trusted Todoroki with his own life, it was about the helplessness of it all. He hated that his mate had gone through something so overwhelming and difficult, and he hadn’t been there to help.

By the time lunch rolled around, the weight of his thoughts was too much to bear. Izuku found Katsuki in the breakroom, halfway through his usual homemade lunch.

“Kacchan,” Izuku began hesitantly, sliding into the seat across from him and opening his own lunch box.

Katsuki paused mid-chew, his sharp crimson eyes narrowing recognizing the worried look in his mate green eyes . “What?”

Izuku poked at his food, his appetite nowhere to be found. “It’s about Shoto.”

That got Katsuki’s attention. He set his chopsticks down with a deliberate clink, leaning back in his chair with a sigh.

“What about him? You still hung up on the hospital thing?”

“I’m not ‘hung up,’” Izuku said quickly, though the defensiveness in his voice betrayed him. “I just… I don’t know how to feel about it. I can’t stop thinking about it.”

“You’re overthinking. As usual.”

“Kacchan, I’m serious. Please.”

Katsuki studied him for a moment, his sharp gaze softening just slightly. “Are you mad at him? You know he wouldn’t have done that if his brain wasn’t heat-fried, right?”

“No, I’m not mad at him. Maybe a little,” Izuku admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “But I’m more mad at myself. This whole thing is just so… weird. And maybe if I’d noticed he was going into an early heat, none of this would’ve happened.”

Katsuki clicked his tongue, leaning forward. “You’re not a damn mind reader. The half-and-half bastard didn’t even know what was going on with himself. Yeah, it sucks, and I don’t like it too, but you can’t stop every little thing from going wrong before it happens.”

Izuku frowned, concern flickering across his face. “I know, but I’m still really worried about him. Didn’t he still look… off this morning? I can’t shake the feeling that he’s not okay.”

“Of course, he’s not okay,” Katsuki snapped, though there was no real bite in his voice. “But that’s why we, you’ve gotta talk to him instead of sitting here stewing in your own damn head like a dumbass. You wanna fix this? Go home and deal with it. No point in worrying all day about it, focus on what you can do now and do it.”

Izuku nodded in response.

“You’re right. I just—thank you, Kacchan. Really.”

Katsuki rolled his eyes but didn’t pull his hand away when Izuku reached out to give it a quick squeeze. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t get all sappy on me.”

He held Izuku’s hand for a moment before pulling free, grabbing his chopsticks again.

“Now shut up and eat,” Katsuki added. “I didn’t bust my ass making lunch just for you to waste it.”

Izuku smiled, the tension in his chest easing just a little.

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By the time Izuku got home that evening, the weight in his chest had eased, thanks to Katsuki’s words lingering in his mind. Tonight, it would just be him and Todoroki—Kirishima and Bakugo were out on night patrol so they wouldn’t be back before later in the night.

The apartment was quiet, save for the soft hum of the heater. As Izuku stepped into the living room, he spotted Todoroki on the couch, sitting cross-legged with a bowl of peach slices perched on the armrest beside him. He looked up briefly when Izuku entered, his lips twitching into a faint smile. But it didn’t reach his eyes—just polite, and anything but genuine.

“Hey,” Izuku greeted gently, as he studied Todoroki’s face. The jealousy and frustration that had gnawed at him earlier felt distant now, the only thing left from his emotional turmoil was concern for his mate.

“Long day?” he asked, moving closer.

Todoroki shrugged, picking up a peach slice from the bowl.

“Not really. Just tired.”

“Tired how?” Izuku pressed, sitting beside him. “Post-heat tired, or… something else?”

There was a pause, just long enough for Izuku to notice the way Todoroki’s fingers tightened around the edge of the bowl.

“Post-heat tired,” he replied, but his voice was clipped and dismissive.

“You went to the hospital to apologize, right? Did you see her?”

Todoroki stilled at the mention of the hospital. His whole body froze, and his gaze dropped to the floor. The air between them grew heavy, and the silence that followed was thick and uncomfortable, making Izuku regret his words almost instantly.

“I went,” Todoroki murmured eventually, his voice so low Izuku almost didn’t catch it. “But she wasn’t there.”

“Well… that’s okay,” Izuku said carefully. “You can try another time. Or maybe write her a letter to the director’s hospital directly so he can arrange a meeting?”

Todoroki didn’t respond, his posture unusually stiff. Normally, Todoroki’s silences were comfortable, but this one made Izuku worry even more as his green eyes flicked to the bowl of peaches, then back to his mate.

“Peaches ?” he said, trying poorly to lighten the mood.

“I bought them after going to the hospital,” Todoroki replied flatly, popping another slice into his mouth without meeting Izuku’s gaze.

Everything felt off. Even Todoroki’s scent was wrong. The usual freshness and sweetness of frozen berries and honey was tainted with something sharp and sour, a bitterness that made his nose itchy and worried his omega. His omega instincts screamed at him to do something, to reach out, to comfort his mate.

“Shoto,” Izuku said softly. “If something’s bothering you, you can tell me. You don’t have to deal with it alone.”

Todoroki’s gaze flickered toward the window, his expression unreadable.

“I’m fine,” he said, but the words lacked conviction.

“You’re not fine,” Izuku said, his voice steady but gentle. He gave Todoroki’s knee a light squeeze. “But I’m here, we are all here so whatever it is, we’ll figure it out.”

Todoroki’s breath hitched, his shoulders stiffening. But for the first time tonight, his blue and grey eyes met Izuku’s.

“I just… what I did was wrong. It wasn’t just the heat. I couldn’t think straight and someone got hurt because of me.”

“Shoto…” Izuku’s chest tightened.

“It doesn’t matter if I wasn’t myself,” Todoroki said bitterly, his voice barely above a whisper. “I still did it. I should’ve been stronger. I don’t even understand how I could just lose control like that. It’s never happened before.”

“You’re not immune to your instincts, no matter how much control over them you think you have.”

Todoroki’s jaw tightened, his gaze shifting to the floor.

”I hurt someone, Izuku. That’s not something I can just excuse because I was in heat.”

As he faced Todoroki, Izuku remembered Katsuki’s words from earlier that day, and found himself offering a similar piece of advice to his mate. The green and orange pair unknowingly working together to support their mate.

“I’m not saying it excuses anything. What you did was wrong, and you know that. But beating yourself up over it won’t fix anything. What will make a difference is taking action—doing what you're already trying to do: owning up to it and making it right. ”

Slowly, Todoroki leaned forward, letting his forehead rest against Izuku’s shoulder, as if the weight of it all had finally pushed him down. Izuku didn’t hesitate, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him even closer. Todoroki felt tense under his touch, and something told Izuku there was more than just guilt. Something deeper, but for now, he didn’t push. He held him tighter, letting his mate feel the steady warmth of his presence.

“Can I have some peaches?” Izuku murmured after a moment, his second attempt at lightening the mood that night, but, as always, he never gave up.

Todoroki huffed softly, the sound almost like a laugh. “No.”

Izuku smiled at the sound and tried to grab a slice of peach anyway, but Todoroki moved the bowl out of reach.

“Wait, seriously?”

“I’m eating them all,” he said matter-of-factly, though the corners of his lips twitched upward, hinting at a playful smile.

“I didn’t know you liked it so much.”

Todoroki shrugged. “I never cared for peach, but I’ve been craving them lately.”

Hey guys, I didn’t update on Sunday like I planned, and I don’t think I’ll manage a second update today either (sorry about that 😭). In my defense, I did try, but I can be lazy sometimes and I didn’t like the first version of this chapter. This chapter ended up shorter than I wanted, and I struggled writing it. I’d love your thoughts on it, in fact I need it for this chapter (Izuku, the dialogue, characterization...). I am not happy about it but I don’t think I can improve it anymore. I won’t make any promises I can’t keep, but let’s hope the next chapter is longer. After the holidays, I should be free, so Chapter 10 will be out next week!

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[ourzeui]

please don't be a snitch!

PAIRING caitlyn kiramman x f!reader

TYPE oneshot

NOTE this is in modern setting! reader has a twin, and they have opposite personalities (reader = a lil' shy; twin = brazen)

CW mature themes, alcohol use, suggestive content, strong language (cursing!!), anxiety/stress

11:59 PM — Friday night.

This was definitely a bad fucking idea.

You repeatedly glance at your wrist watch, legs fidgeting as you try so hard to not leave your twin sister alone. Heart ramming against your chest, you desperately hope your sister will soon get tired from dancing around the room and decide that both of you will just go home and rest. Because, anytime now, your strict parents would realize that both of you still aren’t home and would go berserk once they find out you’re out clubbing. In other words, you and your sister would be killed. Both metaphorically and literally.

This wasn’t your idea in the first place. The thought of random people just eating each other’s faces out, touching each other’s bodies where one thing leads to another… it, uh, just rubs you off in the wrong way. You just can't shake off the feeling that there's a big possibility that something bad might happen, with the alcohol driving people mad crazy. If your twin sister didn’t force you to go with her, you’d probably never step foot in a club. Ever.

You can’t help but cringe as you see your sister flirt with another guy for what seems like the twentieth time today. Both of them giggle on the corner of the room, shamelessly checking each other out. A minute later, the guy drags your flushed twin to one of the random rooms, no doubt going to do…whatever it is that they’re going to do.

Upon realizing what’s happening, your heart immediately drops to the floor. Despite having absolutely zero hook-up experience, you definitely know where that is going.

“That shithead,” you curse under your breath as you hurriedly try to follow your sister and her partner. Squeezing through the sweaty dance floor, you see your twin giggle as the guy playfully pushes her inside the room, followed by the door slamming with a loud thud despite the blasting disco music. You wonder how desperate could your sister be for deciding to follow a random man alone in a closed room knowing what could possibly happen.

Well, your sister did repeatedly say she was "dying to get laid" months prior. Maybe today was the day she was finally getting that.

But maybe today was also the day she’s going to die because she’s about to do something she might regret for the rest of her life (+ your parents will, again, definitely k-word both of you if she’s caught).

Before you could even approach the door, you spot a familiar blue-haired woman, sitting down cross-legged near the bar counter.

Caitlyn.

Upon seeing her, your heart drops the second time, beads of sweat forming on your temples. Both you and your sister should get out now, because if Caitlyn sees you and asks where your sister is, both of you should be prepared to never see the light of day again.

Here's the thing: Caitlyn's parents are close friends of your parents, so it's inevitable that you'd often meet each other. Both of you had never shared a proper conversation before though, just a few hello's and a "Can you please pass me the sauce?" over the table during family dinners.

One thing you know about Caitlyn though is that she always does what she thinks is right.

…She will be a snitch if she wants to.

The reason why her presence right now is so unnerving is because you can't forget the day how your mother made her promise that she should tell her immediately if "one of her daughters are caught doing crazy things", and Caitlyn always keeps her promises.

And just your luck, Caitlyn looks up at the perfect time, her piercing blue eyes locking on yours.

You freeze.

She tilts her head slightly, the corner of her mouth curling in what looks suspiciously like amusement. You can already feel the lecture forming, not from her but from your parents, the second she makes that phone call.

She picks up a glass, takes a sip, and then—oh no—stands up, walking through the crowd until she’s standing right in front of you, effortlessly poised despite the chaos around you both.

“Funny seeing you here,” she says, her voice smooth but carrying a note of dry humor.

“This—this isn’t what it looks like,” you stammer, hating how defensive you sound.

She raises a brow. “Isn’t it? Because from where I’m standing, it looks like your sister just disappeared into a room with a guy who probably doesn’t know her name, and you’re about to have a heart attack trying to figure out what to do about it.”

You wince. “Okay, maybe it is what it looks like. But—”

"But you didn’t want to be here in the first place,” Caitlyn finishes for you, crossing her arms. “And now you’re stuck cleaning up the mess.”

You nod, a little surprised she understands so easily.

“Let me guess,” she says, her smirk growing. “You’re worried I’m going to tell your parents.”

“Uh, yeah. Pretty much,” you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. The rate of your heartbeat increases each second, and you fidget your fingers.

Caitlyn sighs, shaking her head. “Relax. I’m not going to snitch.”

“You’re not?”

“No,” she says simply. Then she leans in slightly, her voice quieter but firm. “But I am going to help you.”

“Help me?” You blink, confused.

“Yes,” she says, rolling her eyes slightly like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Because if you go barging into that room on your own, you’ll probably make things worse. So, let’s handle this together before your sister does something she regrets.”

You hesitate, unsure if you can trust her, but something about her calm, confident attitude is reassuring.

“Why would you help me?” you ask.

She shrugs, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Because I’ve been in your shoes before. And honestly? It’s better than having your mom yell at me for not stepping in.”

You groan, rubbing your temples. “Fine. What’s the plan?”

Caitlyn’s smile widens, just slightly, and for the first time, it feels genuine. “Follow my lead.”

Instead of heading toward the room, Caitlyn gestures toward the bar.

“What are you doing?” you hiss, looking between her and the door where your sister disappeared.

“Relax,” she says, grabbing two stools. “We’ll give it a minute. If we charge in too quickly, your sister’s just going to get defensive and make things worse. Trust me on this.”

You hesitantly sit beside her, tapping your fingers against the counter. Caitlyn orders herself a soda, which surprises you. “Not drinking?” you ask.

She shakes her head. “I like to keep a clear head in places like this. Too many people lose theirs.”

You nod slowly, watching her as she takes a sip. For someone who’s in a club, surrounded by chaos, she seems so calm, like none of this fazes her.

“So… do you come here often?” you ask awkwardly, desperate to fill the silence.

She laughs softly. “Not really. A friend dragged me out tonight, but she ditched me for some guy about an hour ago.”

You wince. “Sounds familiar.”

Caitlyn smiles, her eyes meeting yours. “Yeah, but at least I ended up with better company.”

You blink, heat rising to your cheeks. “Oh.”

There’s a beat of silence before she speaks again, her voice softer. “You’re a good sibling, you know that?”

You scoff. “I’m just trying to keep her out of trouble.”

“Exactly.” She tilts her head, studying you. “Not everyone would go through this kind of mess for someone else. It says a lot about you.”

Her words catch you off guard, and you find yourself fidgeting under her gaze. “It’s not a big deal.”

“It is,” she insists, her tone warm but firm. “And I think it’s admirable.”

Before you can respond, Caitlyn glances toward the door where your sister disappeared. She sighs and stands. “Alright, I think we’ve waited long enough. Ready to be the hero?”

You nod, your heart racing as you follow her. But as you walk beside her, you notice the way her shoulder brushes against yours, the way her presence somehow makes you feel less panicked and more… safe.

Your heart flutters again, and you stare intently on Caitlyn's back. BUT, your heart drops for the third time today as your phone rings.

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© ourzeui, 2025

[heartsriki]

MORE THAN CHEMISTRY ⌇화학

pairing ᝰ jake x fem!reader — featuring.. jay, sunghoon & riki | word count: 1.3k

⌇ … warnings & genre ↺ fluff, college au, a lil bit of crack, misunderstandings, jake is a loser, y/n is cold and reserved, cussing.

synopsis — after meeting you by chance, Jake wants nothing more than to take you out on a date but... he just needs a little push.

lee's ₊˚⊹ ᰔ comment ┊I find this concept so cute :( I 100% believe jake would be a loser bf.. enjoy!

“Jake, I swear, if you keep talking about this—oh, so help me God—”

“You don’t get it, Jay! It’s been a week, and my phone has been completely silent! Didn’t she say she was going to call me?” Jake snapped, sliding deeper into the couch.

Riki walked up from behind him, laughing, and smacked him on the head. “You’re still talking about this? Just call her, loser.”

Jake glared at him with narrowed eyes. “It’s not that simple. I’ll look desperate as fuck.”

“You are desperate as fuck, Jake,” Jay said, sighing while scrolling on his phone.

“How did this even happen, man?”

This whole situation started during the group study session last week. Jay had brought you along because he wanted you to meet more people, and, well… let’s just say Jake fell head over heels for your attitude.

Jake had been sitting across from you, stealing glances at you the entire time. The guy next to you was making advances, but you kept shutting him down with sarcastic and cold remarks. Jake found it funny—after all, the guy was handsome.

The only person you seemed to feel comfortable with was Jay.

“Y/N, how did you solve question 23 so fast? You’re such a nerd,” Jay teased, smiling at you.

You laughed and gave a shy smile. “Well, you’re gonna need this nerd to help you pass chemistry, so you better play nice.”

Jake stared at you in awe. Who was Jay to receive such a pretty smile from you? Yeah, that was it. He needed your number and a date immediately.

At the end of the study session, Jake walked up to you and couldn’t seem to get himself together.

“So, I was wondering, if at some point maybe—”

You sighed. “If you’re going to ask me to go on a date, I’ll have to dec—”

“NO!” Jake blinked, his hands flying up in panic. Seeing your shocked expression, he scrambled to explain himself. “I mean, would you be willing… to help me with chemistry? Yeah, chemistry.” He cleared his throat and smoothed his hair.

“Oh—I’m sorry for assuming. Yeah, sure, let’s swap numbers, and I’ll call you sometime soon.”

“Sweet.” Jake gave you a charming smile, pulling his phone out of his pocket.

Riki laughed at Jake while munching on snacks. “So let me get this straight. A pretty girl smiled in your vicinity, and you fell head over heels. But because she was about to reject you, you lied and said you needed help with… chemistry? I literally paid you to do my chemistry work last week.”

“She needs to get to know me at least before rejecting me,” Jake grumbled.

Jay sighed, finally looking up from his phone. “Listen, man, I just set up a group hangout at the club. Have a beer, show up, and man up.” Jay stood up and patted Jake on the shoulder.

Jake sat up quickly, a wide smile spreading across his face. “Really!? You’re the best!”

In all honesty, you had meant to call Jake. You were about to the other day but got too nervous. You didn’t really talk to many people due to your cold demeanor. The only person you let in was Jay because he was so easygoing.

Overthinking got the better of you, and instead of calling Jake, you ended up scrolling through his social media profile. He was cute, and you found yourself laughing at his highlights with his friends.

When you realized what you were doing, you turned off your phone, freaked out and decided not to call him. He could surely find another tutor, right?

On the day of the group hangout, you walked into the club and scanned the area for Jay. Eventually, you locked eyes with him as he waved you over.

When you reached the group, you nodded as everyone said hi and looked around for a spot to sit. Of course, the only open spot was next to Jake. Jake gave you a blank expression, impossible to read.

On Jake’s side, he was freaking out. You looked so good. That outfit—wow, that outfit was hot. It hugged you in all the right ways.

Jake gulped, scooting over slightly to make space for you while keeping his focus on the conversation around him.

Little did Jake know, the guys had a plan. They were tired of his whining about you.

Sunghoon, another one of Jay’s friends, looked you up and down. “Well, don’t you look pretty?”

Jake’s head snapped toward him, glaring. What was he playing at?

You felt flustered at Sunghoon’s words. “Mm, thanks, I guess.”

Sunghoon nodded, continuing his conversation with his friend.

The night went smoothly. You spent most of the time talking to Jay and the other girls, the alcohol loosening you up.

Occasionally Jake would start a conversation with you but something would always get in the way. The tension grew overtime as your legs would skim over the others and his stares would be more prominent and unhidden. Not that you minded, you just didn’t know how to go about it.

Everything was fine—until Sunghoon suddenly perked up at the song playing. Smiling, he stood up and extended his hand to you. “Wanna dance?”

You hesitated, feeling everyone’s eyes on you. Jay grinned and gave you a thumbs-up. Remembering his advice to open up more, you nodded. “Yeah, sure.”

You and Sunghoon walked hand in hand to the dance floor.

Jake? Jake was absolutely in shock—and equally pissed.

Everyone was murmuring. “Wow, I didn’t expect her to say yes.” “Sunghoon can woo anyone, huh?”

Jake turned to Jay, wide-eyed, then back to Sunghoon, who was now whispering in your ear. “What… the fuck?! Jay, did you know about this? Is he into her? Since when?”

Jay tried to ignore him but eventually gave in. “Listen, I don’t know, and I don’t care. I told you to call her. Your loss.”

Jake scoffed, running a hand through his hair to calm himself.

On the dance floor, Sunghoon matched your rhythm, humming to the music. You found yourself smiling despite Jake’s glare burning holes into your back.

When the song transitioned into a slow dance, Sunghoon looked at you for permission. You nodded, and he slid his hands onto your waist.

Not even a second later, Jake pushed the two of you apart and dragged you away, interlocking your fingers with his.

“Jake?! What are you doing?” you yelped, struggling to keep up.

“I can’t believe that guy. Seriously, does bro code mean nothing anymore?” Jake muttered under his breath.

When he finally stopped, he turned to face you. “Why didn’t you call?” he asked, exasperated.

“I—”

“And Sunghoon? Seriously? You were about to reject my idea for a date, but he’s fine?”

You blinked in confusion. Date? He never mentioned a date.

“Look, if you’re not into me, fine, but you didn’t even give me a chance! Wait. Is he your type?” Jake gasped, hands on his hips.

“Wait, Jake, slow down—”

“Well, before you and Sunghoon ‘date’ or whatever, I’ll have you know that I liked you first. And he’s a total asshole for doing this to me.”

Your face felt warm. He liked you? You thought back to the day you met. Jake was good-looking, funny, and kind. You’d been interested in him, but the idea of dating scared you.

Lost in thought, you didn’t notice Jake rambling until you smiled and stepped closer.

Grabbing his face, you kissed him, Jake froze for a moment, then closed his eyes, wrapping his arms around your waist bringing you closer.

The kiss was slow and shy at first until Jake deepened it, groaning softly as you ran your fingers through his hair.

When you finally pulled away, you pressed your forehead against his. Laughing, you smoothed his now-messy hair.

“I thought you liked Sunghoon,” he whispered.

“And I thought you needed help with chemistry. Guess not.”

— BONUS 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Jay smirked as he watched you kiss Jake. Sliding fifty dollars into Sunghoon’s hand, he muttered, “Worth every penny.”

Sunghoon laughed. “Can’t believe you paid me to flirt with your best friend.”

“I’d pay a limitless amount if it meant Jake would shut up,” Jay replied.

[roseyodditea]

You Are (Not) Under Arrests - Asaba Harumasa x gn!Reader

Summary -> ~800 words. Harumasa interrupts your commission.

Warnings -> None

A/N -> I wrote this little meet cute in 20 minutes laying in bed instead of getting up to pack to go home. It was originally just a little something to get me back into the swing of writing again. Enjoy :)

What’s the worst thing you can see as a hollow raider? An ethereal too big for you to take on? Dangerous, but you’re clever so they were never an issue. A PubSec officer? You didn’t dress like the criminal you were, so all you had to do was cry like you were lost and prayed they didn’t notice you had an awfully big hunting knife for a civilian. No, what you looked up to see was the worst possible thing you could see. 

“Um,” your brain worked overtime, desperate for an excuse, a reason, something witty to say to the golden eyed man who was now watching you with an amused expression. You tried, but nothing rolled off your tongue, leaving you crouched over the safe you were in the process of breaking into.

“Need help finding an excuse?” Section Six’s Asaba Harumasa said, finding pleasure in the flustered hollow raider in front of him. They didn’t wear the typical gang gear, the goofy looking helmets that had annoyed him to no end. That most likely meant this hollow raider was independent, his absolute favorite type of people to mess with. “It’s actually your safe, you just lost the key when this hollow expanded? Or you’re just testing the lock for a client? Or you’ve been trapped in this hollow for weeks and this safe holds the key to your survival?”

“Something like that…” You sighed and stood up, looking at the man in front of you. You had seen him in the streets of Lumina Square once or twice, and you had learned a bit about him from the group of fangirls that clung to his shadow desperately. You knew Section Six was the best of the best, so for him to be standing in this honestly boring companion hollow outside of Port Elpis had thrown you completely off your game. “Isn’t this a bit below your pay grade?”

“Oh I’m here for personal reasons.” Asaba dismissed. “I’m actually for what’s here in that safe. Do you know what’s in there?”

“Not really. I don’t tend to ask my clients too many questions when I get commissioned.” You shrugged only to see Asaba look… pleased over your lack of knowledge. Bit rude, but you have bigger things to worry about. 

“Whatever your client wants I’ll pay double if you let me have what’s in the safe.”

You stared at him blankly, at the H.A.N.D engraving on his metal chest piece adorning the uniform he was wearing. “Not to give you ideas, but why not just slap some cuffs on me and take it for yourself?”

It was his turn to shrug. “Whatever civilians do isn’t really my business.”

“Yeah, good enough for me.” You crouch back over the safe, scanning it for any alarm systems, hyper aware of your audience.

“What if instead of paying double, I pay the regular price and take you out to dinner?”

“Broke or flirting?”

Asaba dramatically gasps, placing a hand on his chest. “A scrappy hollow raider? Insulting me by calling me broke? How dare you!”

You can’t help but let out a laugh. “Oh okay so both.”

“Yeah, both.” Asaba laughs as well.

“And here I thought section six paid well.” You press your ear to the front of the safe, turning the dial until you hear the telltale click, moving to repeat the process five more times. 

“They do.” He smirks, entertained by himself. “I just don’t want to spend that money on you.”

You don’t give him the satisfaction of a response, instead focusing on the safe in front of you, opening it shortly after to see… a stuffed animal and a stack of paperwork. “Well that’s the biggest disappointment of my career.” You step back to let Asaba see it. 

“Oh you just don’t know the value of it.” He picked up the stuffed animal and gave it a look before he sighed and pocketed it. He grabbed the paperwork and flipped through a bit of it. “You got a lighter?”

Confused, you reach into your pocket to hand it over. “Smoking in a hollow only attracts ethereals, it’s not-“

Asaba lights the paperwork, dropping it to the ground and watching it burn away. You didn’t understand why there was an emotional weight here, but you let the silence linger, stepping close to him and placing a hand on his shoulder in an awkward comfort as his intense eyes willed the paperwork to burn. You both watched until the paper was nothing but a pile of ash, and Asaba watched for a few minutes longer before letting out a relieved breath. 

“Right, now about that dinner date,” he slung an arm around your shoulder and guided you out of the building, leaving behind the negative emotions that clouded the room. 

“Oh so it’s a date now?” 

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This is the first time I've written in five months please be nice <3

[nickgurl4life]

✦PAGES✦ chapter four

CW: fluff, comfort, smut, comfort sex, soft!dom Matt, kissing, clit rubbing, nipple sucking, fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), soft dirty talk, pulling out, aftercare. (If I missed some, let me know!)

Summary: nerd!matt did some research about how to help popular!reader with stress, and the result shows sex works, so he tries~

Announcement: I really hope you guys love this. I tried to write this during a car trip, so it's a bit rushed 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️

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Matthew had been worried about you for days. He noticed how your usual spark seemed dimmer, how your shoulders stayed tense no matter how much he tried to distract you with jokes or your favorite shows. Determined to help, he buried himself in research late into the night. He sifted through articles and studies, desperate to find something—anything—that might ease your stress. Then, one article caught his attention, its suggestion, making his cheeks turn bright red. The next evening, after a quiet dinner, he finally worked up the courage to talk to you. Sitting beside you on the couch, his fingers fidgeted with the hem of his sweater. “So, uh… I’ve been looking into ways to help with stress,” he started, his voice unusually soft. “And I read something… interesting.” His blush deepened as he glanced at you, clearly nervous but also determined. “Apparently, um… being, uh, intimate can really help with stress relief.” Your eyebrows shot up, and for a moment, you just stared at him, caught between surprise and amusement. “You mean…?” you asked, trying to suppress a smile. Matt nodded quickly, his words tumbling out in a rush.

“Yeah, I mean—only if you’re comfortable! I just thought… if it might help, we could… you know… try.” He avoided your gaze, rubbing the back of his neck. “But no pressure! If it’s too much, we can just… cuddle or something. I just want to help.” His earnestness melted away any awkwardness, leaving only the sweet, selfless boy who would do anything to make you feel better. He gently cupped your face, his thumbs brushing against your cheeks as he studied you with quiet concern. “You’ve been carrying so much lately,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. “I just want to help you let some of it go, even if it’s just for a little while.” His words carried no pressure, only a deep sincerity that made your chest ache in the best way. He leaned forward and pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, lingering there as if to silently remind you that he was there, and he wasn’t going anywhere. He shifted slightly, pulling you into his lap so you could curl into his embrace. His hands moved to rub soothing circles along your back, his touch firm yet comforting.

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to,” he murmured, his lips brushing lightly against your hair. ���Just… let me take care of you for a bit.” The way his fingers trailed softly along your skin and the warmth of his voice felt like a blanket wrapping you in safety and care. You let yourself relax into him, allowing the tension to ebb away bit by bit. When you glanced up at him, his eyes met yours with a mix of shyness and quiet resolve. Slowly, he leaned down to kiss you—soft and slow, as if asking for permission with every movement. His hands slid to rest on your hips, his touch steady and grounding. “We’ll take it as slow as you need,” he said against your lips, his voice husky but still filled with that same gentle care. “This is just about you feeling good. Nothing else matters right now.” His words made your heart swell, and as you kissed him back, you felt a warmth begin to spread—both from his touch and from the certainty that, with him, you were safe.

Matt’s lips brushed against yours, his movements slow and intentional as he deepened the kiss ever so slightly. His hands rested securely on your waist, their warmth grounding you in the moment. With gentle care, he eased you back onto the couch, his body leaning over yours while maintaining a respectful distance. “If this isn’t okay, just say the word,” he whispered, his voice calm and reassuring, the sincerity in his tone making your chest tighten with emotion. His touch was delicate, his fingers tracing soft, comforting patterns along your side. As he leaned closer, his forehead rested against yours for a brief moment, his eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation. Finding none, he pressed another gentle kiss to your lips before moving to trail them along your jawline. His hand slid up to cradle your face, his thumb brushing against your cheek as he kissed you with an unhurried tenderness. “It’s just you and me,” he whispered, his voice filled with quiet affection. “No expectations, no rush—just us.” His words carried a warmth that made you feel safe, cherished, and completely at ease in his presence.

"Mmm..." You hum softly against the soft plush of his lips, your hands gently moving to rub his back, gripping the fabric of his shirt between your fingers in a sweet way. You gasp into his mouth at the buldge, rubbing against the soft flesh of your inner thigh. "Mmatt....are you...hard?" You ask gently, and he flushes red. "Yeah...I mean your fucking hhot why wouldn't i?" Your eyes widen at his words, the way his hips roll on yours is already soaking your panties but the small praise? God, you're gushing. "Just let me know if you're uncomfortable, okay?" Matt says in a gentle tone as his hand moves to rub over your clothes cunt, pulling a gasp out of you. Matt's fingers press harder against your clothed sex, feeling the damp warmth emanating from beneath the fabric. "Fuck, you're so wet already," Your hips roll softly against his hand, desperation and lust starting to take over you. "Hey, shhh, I got you. Just relax, baby," he coos as he starts to pepper kisses along your collarbone. "That's it...good girl" he sucks on your sweet spot gently, the feeling alone making your pussy gush.

"Let's get these off..." he whispers, pecking your forehead before gently slipping off your pants, along with your panties. You gasp softly as the cold air whisps over your wet arousal. "Holy f-fuck..all this for me?" he tilts his head as he scoots close to lay next to you. Pulling your legs open gently and locking them open with his own. He uses his middle finger and ring finger, gathering up your juices at your entrance before trailing it up to your sensitive bud. He starts to rub the nub in soft, tight circles. "Mmm, that feel good?" He coos as he starts to rub a bit faster. You never expected to be writhing under the nerd. Has he done this before? You ask in your head as he leans down. Using his free hand to push your shirt up to realize you're not wearing a bra. "Wow...." he murmurs as he dives in, suckling on your sensitive nipple as his fingers don't stop the consistent pace. "S-so good..." you moan as he smirks, moving his free hand to rub the other bud between his fingertips. "Yeah? You gonna cum soon pretty..." he coos in a teasing way as he lets go of your nipple with a pop sound. "Can I have your f-finger...please baby I need them..." you beg, eyes wide and just so desperate filled.

He chuckles as I gently slips 2 fingers in, the stretch surprising but heavenly. "Oh....f-fu..." you whimper, barely audible as he starts to gently thrust his digits in and our, gently curling them each time he goes in. "I'm gonna cum...." you whisper about 5 times back to back as he starts speeding up, the knot in your stomach tightening more and more as the pads of his finger tips hit your g-spot. "Oh yeah baby come on, cum for me thats it, atta girl" he praises as he slows his movements, not fully stopping as to help you ride your high. He slows pulls his fingers out, his fingers covered in your release. He brings his fingers to his lips and licks your cum off of them. Moaning at your taste, "mmmph-" he pulls them out then chuckles. "He walks over to his drawer, he pulls a condom out and is about to open it but you chime in. "Can we uh, do it raw....please?" You ask in a soft pleading tone as you fix your position on your back. "Uh- Yeah but I can't promise I'll last long..." he admits with a chuckle as he strips naked, climbing onto the bed and lining up with your entrance.

"3....2...1..." he counts down then slowly enters, moaning as your walks suck him in desperately. "Fuck- s-so tight..." he trys to chuckle but it's comes out as a whimper. "Your so big..." you whisper as he bottoms out. You both moan softly before he starts to gently rock his hips, his cock stretching your cunt as he slams into your g-spot with more force than he thinks. "Fuck im gonna cum..." he moans before locking eyes with you. "Where do you want it..." he asks shakily as his pace quickens. "Stomach....fuck im cumming!" You cry out as the heavenly feeling of your orgasm crashes over you, Matt tries to hold back as long as he can to help you ride it out. As soon as he feels his orgasm hit he pulls out, quickly stroking his length and spurting his white sticky hot seed all over your stomach. His body collapses onto you as he sighs deeply. "God that was amazing..." he whispers and you nod, both of you chuckling softly.

"Lemme go start a bath and then I'll get you some water" he smiles and pecks your forehead. He walks out the room and soon returns with a glass of water, the faint sound of water heard from the distance. "Here, drink this..." he hands you the cup, watching as you drink half then hand it back. "Uh, the water should be warm enough so let's go!" He says with a laugh as he picks you up, carrying you to the bathroom. He places you into the warm tub, climbing in after you. After a bit of soaking he starts to wash your hair and body then you do the same for him. When you are all washed you guys get out, he takes a towel and runs it down your body to dry you off. He then drys his body off and then hangs it back up on the rack. "Nap naked or nap with clothes?" He questions and when he sees you jump onto the bed and curl up naked. He gets his answer, God he loves you so much.

This was rushed loves but I really hope you like it!

Dividers by: @bernardsbendystraws

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rafe involuntarily regresses and doesn't know it ‧₊˚ ┊

You are just about to finish your skincare routine when you see your phone light up, wiping your hands on a towel before picking it up, smiling at seeing that its a message from Rafe.

A frown spreads on your face, reading that you both couldn't meet up today because something came up.

Weird. It's unlike him to abruptly cancel your plans since he always looks forward to every second he gets to spend with you, so you're a little concerned that something might be wrong.

He has been under a lot of stress lately, to which he just replied that it's just because of Sarah acting up or some shit, but you know better.

That's how you're now making your short way to Tannyhill, luckily living a few houses away from your boyfriend.

As you round the corner you stop when you hear a familiar voice shouting.

"Please! Sarah, please don't leave, okay?" Rafe calls out desperately, continuing when Sarah stops her bicycle. "Dad's gone. And now it's just...it's you, me, and Wheezie."

"What's the point, Rafe?" Sarah sniffles, trying to keep up a tough facade.

You watch as he approaches to stand in front of her, not being able to make out what they're saying and shocked by what you just heard, Ward is gone?

After a while Sarah simply drives past him and he lifts his hands to fist his hair in frustration, turning to watch his sister leave he catches you standing a few feet away, his hands falling back to his sides.

Walking over to him you see a single tear rolling down his face, picking up your pace you embrace him just in time for him to break down.

He loosely wraps his arms around you, burying his face in your neck and his body trembling slightly as he cries, finally letting out all the pent up emotions he kept sealed for the past weeks.

"He's gone...he-" He chokes on his own words and you shush him softly.

"I'm here, I got you..." You assure him, rubbing a hand up and down his back. "C'mon, let's go inside. Tell me what happened."

Soon you're both cuddled up on his bed. Rafe laying on top of you, using your chest as a pillow while you run a hand through his hair to soothe him as he sniffles, his hands holding onto you for dear life.

"If I wouldn't have...I could have saved him I-" He keeps on rambling over and over again, blaming himself for his father's death.

You sigh heavily, on one side you obviously feel bad for him, not wanting to see the person you love so much pain.

On the other side you can't help but feel a tinge of frustration at how much Rafe cares for his father who didn't even wanted to acknowledge the fact that his son needed help even after he himself told him that he's not well.

He doesn't need to be all big and independent in your eyes. He should get to have someone that listens to him and help him fight his demons, not push him away and tell him to 'man up'.

"You're not alone, baby...I'm here for you, always." You hum, your nails softly scratching the back of his head to the nape of his neck, pressing a kiss to his hair.

He adjusts his position to be able to look up at you with glassy eyes, the tiniest pout on his face as he blinks at you. "M'scared..."

"Scared? Of what?" You ask, your voice soft and like balm to his soul.

"This- This feelin'." He mumbles, his grip on your shirt tightening momentarily. "I jus'...feel so small? I dunno, you make me feel safe and- and taken care of."

Your eyes widen a tad, your hands not stopping their comforting gestures. You've noticed for a while that Rafe seems to slip into some kind of subspace? But not exactly what you would expect.

His speech slurs and he won't let go of you, not even for longer than a minute, almost whimpering when you would pull away.

He reminds you of this sweet little boy he was when you both were younger and playing or fooling around in figure eight.

"It's okay, don't worry about anything right now. Just relax." You smile at him, cupping his cheek with your hand, caressing his cheek with your thumb as he nuzzles more against you, craving your comfort.

Whatever this is he seems to slip into, you're there for him, always. You love Rafe with your whole heart and would do anything to make him feel cared for.

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