#will leave it to her friends to make it special

[simpjaes]

SWEET LITTLE MONEY MAKER. ― S.JY

When your best friend quite literally gifts you an entire man, you realize that you’re in no place to pretend that you don’t love it.  or the one where you’re very much an “i don’t need a man” type of person, and Jake shows you that you do, in fact, need a man….him, you specifically need him. Only because he needs you. 

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CONTENT―  he’s a switch and desperately wants to be ur sugar baby, you’re a boring rich bitch who has no interest at first, masturbation, reader is kind of power-hungry, jake chokes her NOTE ― if you’ve read this before, specifically for jeno, hi. that was written by me back in 2022 except now it’s way better and not an absolute trash-fire. enjoy! not proof read kind of.

nsfw tags under cut::

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NSFW TAGS― jake is a stripper so obv dancing and stripping, HE’S VERY SWITCH BUT MOSTLY SUBBY HERE, hand job, masturbation, choking without permission, finger fucking, making out, protected sex omg GASP, slight nipple play, riding, lil bit of stomach bulge, sensitive cock continues to get fucked lmfao

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It was a gift, or rather, he was the gift.

A downpayment of six hundred dollars told you enough about the man. It’s obvious he offers his services to lonely, sad, rich women who have no one else to spend their money on. A parasite, a leech, is what he is. Yet, still, your best friend has been taunting you with the idea for months in an attempt to have you give the guy a try.

She had apparently heard of the infamous Jake through various means. All rich women, all lonely and unsatisfied women. Which, to you only seems like a fucking insult to be taunted with the very idea of hiring this man. What is she implying? That you’re lonely and unsatisfied? Please.

Some best friend. Then again, she has since experienced Jake herself, and now her taunting feels more like…promises. 

“He’s so clean, toned, and oh god–” She had paused with a flush across her cheeks as she thought back to the heated night. “The way he moves, shit, he teases so much. I could have died right then and there if he were to–” 

The expression of disinterest on your face did not halt her doting, nor did the blatant grimace you eventually shot at her. Genuinely, you cannot take her seriously. Already you know too much about her, which is nice and all, but you could do without the details of her little stripper friend and how “wet” he left her. 

“I even heard that sometimes he even gives special treatments with his services…” She had rolled her eyes after she said that, almost looking offended. “Not that I'd know or anything, he took my cash and left when our session was up.” 

You recall knowing exactly what that “treatment” probably entailed, and the reason your best friend didn’t get it was likely due to the fact that she’s, well, not that rich. You’d assume such an expensive man wouldn’t give special treatments to women who wouldn’t end up being repeat customers anyway. Or, maybe, he just wasn’t trying to drain her dry. 

And even with all of the information being dangled in front of your face, practically force fed to you, the image should be more delicious than the century-old wine you have every night at dinner– for the entire duration of her doting compliments of Jake, you are simply not fucking interested. There’s other things to do in life, more to worry about than getting your body excited for someone who will never finish the job. 

Last week was when your bestie told you all about her single night with him. In fact, her entire visit was just her speaking of him, of how great he is, of how alluring he is. Arguably, you see that she’s a bit obsessed. Does it make you curious? Maybe a little bit, but not enough to actually give him a go yourself. And so, after that visit, you watched her leave with a menacing, evil little glint in her eye. You ignored it, as per usual considering she’s always up to something, unaware that the visit she lends to you today is not a complimentary marketing campaign of a male stripper, no, it’s a fucking ambush. 

When she appeared at your doorstep, she said nothing. She didn’t even look you in the eye, actually. Weird.  She did, however, have an envelope in her hand and you were almost offended at how she threw it at you and trotted away without a single greeting or goodbye. No afternoon lunch over champagne, no gossip, no advertising. Just an envelope. 

Suspicious.

Upon opening said envelope, you find that your bitch of a best friend dropped that six hundred dollar down payment, likely in an attempt to force you out of being the stick in the mud that you always are. There’s a note. Your name in bold letters, a date, a time, and a signature of none other than “Jake Sim” with a fucking website on the back. 

Shortly after huffing and rolling your eyes, about two seconds from tossing her six hundred dollars in the trash, you feel your phone ping to show your best friend texting you. 

Best Friend: I paid for it, you just have to tip him. a lot. tip him a lot. You: why the fuck would you buy a stripper for me?

Best Friend: you need it, trust me. 

So, now here you are waiting for that knock on your door and wondering why you even tried to look nice for some dude that’s about to swing his meat in your face. Appearance, reputation, whatever. Fucking unbelievable, you think, that there’s a stripper out there that only does private parties and your own best friend thinks you need it? You could have any dick you want, why the fuck should you have to pay just to look? 

He’s going to be expecting more than just you here, alone in your house. Surely, he won’t be expecting to waltz into someone’s home all oiled up only to find one very disinterested woman. 

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To your dismay, Jake has apparently already been warned of you. Your best friend probably told him that you’re a nightmare, too difficult to fluster or gain an interest from. The first words out of his mouth when you opened your door was “She said you’d give me that look.”

Still, even so, your best friend wasn’t lying to him. You played the part of yourself all too well as you watched him saunter into your home as if he owned the place. You’re impressed actually, with the way he doesn’t seem to feel out of place in such a lavish room. He looks…comfortable here as he scopes out his stage for the night, like he belongs. 

“Big place, looked smaller on the outside.” He says casually, filling the silence in the room since you make no attempt yourself to greet him. 

You watch as he tosses his bag beside your living room couch and eyes the spacious area just in front of the large fireplace. His eyes flick to the windows, to the walls, counting the outlets and looking for shelves with space. 

“The smaller the better, sometimes it feels too big in here for just me.” You finally speak, admitting a small weakness of yours almost immediately. You are lonely, despite never wanting to admit it. And you watch as he shrugs, now crouching to grab wires from his bag. 

“Oh yeah?” He glances at you. “Must get lonely. What a good friend to purchase me to help you with that.”

You bite the inside of your cheek at that, noting his calm and cool tone as he talks his business. The little smirk at the corner of his lips is charming, but it’s all for show. He’s just a pretty man, that’s all he’s got going for him and you guess you can respect the hustle. 

“This was not my doing.” You cross your arms, pretending to be unimpressed. 

“Yeah, yeah–” He waves you off as he begins to set up, making space for small lights to set the mood, looking to see if you have a sound system he can use. “I already know that you’re new to this.” He’s still calm, still collected.

“Lucky for you, first-timers are my favorite to entertain.” He smirks again, now looking directly at you as he, now, fluffs some of your couch pillows. 

Your curiosity spikes again only for a moment. You really did think that the initial meeting would be different, less casual. You half expected him to waltz in cock swinging. Wasn’t he, like, supposed to pretend to be a cop or something? You know, show up and press play on a magical stereo that didn’t exist beforehand and start vibrating on you? 

Instead, he’s just setting up…fully clothed in a ratty sweater with jeans that hug his thighs. He doesn’t appear at all to be a man that gets paid to take his clothes off. It makes you wonder. Makes you want to ask questions. Then again, you still have no interest in learning about him considering you already know exactly what he will be doing soon enough. 

“You’re good with the mood lighting, yeah? Or do you prefer the morgue lighting?” His eyes shoot up to the bright white lights on your ceiling as he goes for his laptop now, presumably to connect it to your very obvious sound system.

You only take slight offense to his comment on your living room lighting, considering you have a control panel that can make them way less blinding, but– he’s right. And now you’re a little insecure that you prefer such a drab color in your home. You make your way to the wall, clicking the buttons on the panel just to prove you have warm lighting too, and that you can adjust the brightness. 

“Ah, perfect.” Jake hums from across the room, eyes focused on his laptop screen before glancing to you and your extravagant light switch. “A little lower.” He guides you, knowing exactly which lighting accentuates his toned body the best when paired with his own little LED colored lights. 

You turn the knob slightly, wondering just how good he must be at dancing in houses like this one. 

“Little more.” He smiles

You dim the lighting more, looking at him and his relaxed posture. 

“Right there.” He finishes in a more gentle tone, eyes focusing back on his laptop as he prepares not only the playlist but the mood lighting from his end too. Red. Lots of red.

And you just watch, his voice ringing in your ears as you try to pretend that your best friend wasn’t right. Even with just this casual set up…he’s…goddamn, he’s alluring. In that ratty old sweater, with his messy hair and pretty smile. 

Stunning. 

This motherfucker is stunning. 

“Go and sit–” Jake says now, nodding to your couch as he places his laptop down, presumably done with the set up. “Just tell me where I can get myself ready and I’ll be back out shortly.” 

You point towards the guest bathroom as you take your seat on the couch, unsure as to why your hands feel so clammy. And by the time he rounds the corner and you can hear the bathroom door shut, you attempt to make yourself comfortable. 

And goddammit, no matter how many times you’ve napped here on this plush and soft surface, you can’t find the comfort here right now. The curiosity of why you’re okay with this burns in your gut despite knowing exactly why. Despite the fact that your best friend can always see straight through you and know exactly what you are. 

At the end of the day though, why the curiosity exists isn’t what matters. It’s the curiosity itself. You want to know how much money Jake makes doing this, if he likes doing it, how he got started, what he does to advertise himself in a way to only find women like you, and many other things. Countless things. He’s hot as hell, actually, and how he’s come to do this kind of work is either one of two things. One being that he’s using what the Gods gave him to the fullest. Two, being that he had no other choice. 

If he’s going to be paid to give you attention, the least you can hope is that he does it because he enjoys it, not because he has to do it. And if it does end up being because he has to do it, then perhaps his tip would be even larger than what you’d give for the ladder. 

You’re uncomfortable. 

The fact looming that you genuinely could go out and find a man at any given moment, yet here you are with a man forced upon you because you simply won’t do it. The implications of this man being here, why he’s here, how he ended up in this situation. 

You’ve never been one to care, so why start now? 

“You overthink too much.” Your best friend had said to you once, twice, hundreds of times during your friendship.  Maybe she’s right, maybe you should just enjoy the show without feeling entitled to a slutty man’s life story.

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Jake remains in the bathroom for a good thirty or so minutes, each of them passing like a nightmare in your head. Back and forth your brain goes, from not wanting to be in this situation to fighting yourself for being such a fucking bore. A very, very attractive man is primping himself for you to look at, he’s going to come out and do his best to turn you on, the least you can do is let yourself enjoy something for once. Enjoy him. Gawk and fawn over him. After all, at least you know there’s no promise to be had after he leaves. 

No missed calls, no blocked numbers. This is business. 

Fucking thankfully, the moment he comes out of your bathroom your mind has adjusted itself into the correct state of mind for this. A torturous adventure of thoughts, but you made it nonetheless. You actually can’t even look away from him now that he’s revealed himself, even when you tried. He isn’t dressed in anything that looks tacky or cheap. Hell, he doesn’t even look sexual. He just looks…

Expensive. 

Jake genuinely looks like this is a place where he belongs. He smells like he belongs here, walks and murmurs like it too. 

You feel yourself physically react to him in his blazer and dress pants. Business is what got you to where you are today, but never have you found the attire sexy in any way until now. The suit looks much like what your team would wear day to day in the office. Always all those shy men coming into your office, stuttering through their questions and need for approvals. Jake isn’t stuttering in his suit though, he’s standing confidently at his laptop as if he hasn’t even noticed you staring yet. 

One look from him though is all he needed. Choosing this attire for someone like you is sure to mix both business and pleasure. It was a gamble of course, to bring your work home for you, but he does have the slight hope that you’ll never look at a man in a suit the same way again after this. 

And goddamn the way his abs were glistening in the dim lighting before he had turned away from you. His blazer was partially open revealing nothing but skin when he walked into the room, and you honestly wonder if he even needed to do that. He could be fully clothed at this point and you think the room would still feel hotter than usual given your mind-state. 

The way his belt held his pants on his hips was enough to have you thinking, looking as if it’s begging to be unbuckled just so the sound of it could fill your ears. The way the blazer widens his shoulders much more than the sweater from before. He looks bigger right now, both physically and in aura. 

The scent of him wafted off of him in an even prettier way when paired with his image. He smells like a sweet type of musk, something you’d be interested in drinking alongside your dinner on special occasions. And under the assumption that the scent is why his abs are fucking glistening– fucking body oil. He uses body oil for this.

His hair rustles about when he turns to face you again, this time with the bass of whatever song he’s playing accentuating each step towards you. So…the talking is done then? Your cheeks heat up at how quickly he starts his session with you, even without a single roll of his body. Already, you could eat him alive, the smirk on his face leading your eyes straight to him. 

Trailing down, down down. To his neck, that small glimpse of exposed chest, to the even more exposed lower abdomen section. His belt.

“Good?” He asks, leaning over you and placing his hands on either side of your head as he grips the couch.

You can’t look up at him, eyes training on his chest that you can now fully see through his single buttoned blazer. That same sweet musk assaulting your lungs. 

Watching you from up here, Jake can tell you’re going to be fun to play with. A woman with such a harsh exterior now melting at the mere image of him when he’s got the right lights on him. To be fair, he really was warned and prepared by your friend, which didn’t seem the type to afford him on more than one occasion.

He thought it was nice that she paid for another session, shocking him to learn that it wasn’t for herself at all. What a wonderful friend, and what a bitch you’d be to have turned him away. 

Finally, you nod to him, still eyeing his body in a shameful show of how much you genuinely did need this. What’s so bad about paying to look? Especially when the man is Jake, and he’s presenting himself like this.

“Rule number one.” Jake smiles, swaying in front of you as his grip tightens against the couch, wanting you to feel trapped and hopefully mesmerized by him, “I only accept bills of twenty, fifty, and one hundred. If you toss a fucking dollar, I’m leaving.” 

That’s clearly not an issue you could fathom having, despite your internal protests. You only carry bigger bills anyway so you nod to him, quickly forgetting he even shared that ridiculous rule that would never apply to you by means of watching his hips swirl rather than sway. You see the heaviness in his pants, and you wonder if he gets himself hard for these little shows. 

You fear looking up at his face now too, because you know he’s staring down at you, watching your every breath, every move. 

“Rule number two,” He lends down now, lowering his voice and blowing against your ear in a short breath. “Don’t touch me without being invited, or without asking.”

Now, that’s a rule that applies to you only because you immediately want to defy it. There’s a knee jerk reaction almost that makes you want to reach out, to grip his flexing body and pull it closer. You wanted to feel how slick his skin is with that wonderfully scented oil. You wanted the scent on your fingers for later, you wanted to feel how warm he must be. 

He doesn’t wait for your nod this time though, already noticing a familiar look on your face that he gets from most, if not all, of his clients. This is why he’s so in demand, after all. If he plays hard to get, sometimes he gets more out of his sessions. Sometimes he even gets a repeat client. 

“And rule number three–” He continues, this time pulling back and positioning his face in front of yours. This rule appears to be an important one, the rule where you need to look at his face rather than his body. As if it needs to be heard. “I won’t touch you unless you ask– or beg.” 

What you’re not realizing at this moment is that rule number three isn’t something he often speaks of. Sometimes, very rarely, Jake is in a mood when he goes out on a job. Condoms are always with him, just in case, but he never intends to use them or utter rule number three until meeting said client. They pay to look at him, not to touch him, however…if they pique his interest he surely offers the third rule. 

And if a client never hears of it, they know that even if they ask to touch, he would never. Even if they want him to touch, he wouldn’t touch anywhere too pleasurable. 

Meaning, you were right to assume what he was doing in your bathroom for so long. His hand felt better than usual against his length for the split second he had of tucking it into the most attractive position. He knew instantly that tonight was one of those nights, and you were to be a point of his own desire too. He played with himself for a bit, allowing himself to get half hard before coming out of the bathroom.

The way you looked at him finished the job, allowing his cock to grow to full attention at the mere sight of you fawning over him in silent discomfort. So– yeah, the third rule being for you was a given. 

And when you swallow around a lump in your throat and look dead into his eyes, he thinks you know exactly what he means too. You’re lucky his cock is acting up, hell, he’s lucky it’s acting up. Look at you, fuck. Those tired eyes look ignited, and what luck the two of you have to have ever known your best friend. 

“Deal?” He finally says, tilting his head cutely and waiting for you to nod. And you do nod, just as he suspected you would. Slowly, before glancing down at his body again. 

He knows now that it’s time to start moving. Really moving.

“Is the song okay?” He asks, now pulling back and bracing himself against the back of your couch with all of his strength. “It was picked specifically for you.”

You’re not entirely what he means by that, but you assume your friend must have told him what she thinks you’d like. 

“It’s fine.” You say, glancing away from his direct eye contact and suddenly feeling like a love-struck puppy in the way you feel so incredibly fucking shy because of him.

Jake notes that you didn’t ask what he meant by the song, but he doesn’t push. He’s better at talking with his body anyway. So, he begins to focus. Opting to start slowly and work his way up, specifically to work you up. 

He steps back and away from the couch, centering himself in your living room as he closes his eyes and stretches his arms up to loosen his body a little more. Most of his clients love to see the way his muscles move as he stretches, and he suspects you’re of the same mind. 

This entire playlist is chosen for clients like you. The ones he intends to let see all of him if they so wish to. The music is slow, the bass is strong, and each beat runs through the body in a way that makes him shiver. He can move as if he’s fucking you even from across the room without so much as a touch, and he knows you’ll realize it.

He’s at his best too, when this sort of thing happens to him. The eye contact is more intense, his hips are more pointed for a reason other than payment, and arguably he feels he’s most attractive like this too. Considering the countless times he’s been paid to dance and expose himself to women he’d never even look at twice, it always hits differently when a client is just his type. 

And when he looks at you through the start of his dance, you appear to be painfully stiff against that soft couch. He smirks, a small chuckle rumbling from his chest. If only you knew how lucky you are, knowing his clients would be on their knees for a chance to experience him like this. 

The fact that it’s your first time doing this…he’d be smart to not pull this shit on you. He’s never tried this with a new client, after all but–fuck, just look at you.

Jake’s hips move on their own for the most part, he doesn’t have to think much when he’s getting into it. He easily dances along to the music for you, as if it’s second nature to him despite not yet removing any clothing. It’s the build-up for him now, and he thinks it may be that for you too. Of course, if he leaves your house tonight with a large tip in his pocket and a hard, untouched cock, that’s fine too, though not preferable. 

You watch him the same way he watches you, after all, the electricity for this to play out is there. It’s rare that he can feel goosebumps raise on his skin by a mere look from a woman that looks far too powerful despite sitting there helpless. He’s making you helpless, the dim lighting of this room accentuating his body is making you helpless. 

And truly, you find yourself understanding with each shadow on his stomach as to why he’s so favored in the groups of lonely women. Arguably, you’re shocked your best friend decided to share him.

As the song begins to fade, Jake readjusts himself. He watches you during the brief silence, a sort of fondness in his eyes making you wonder if he’s looking at you or if he does this for everyone. It feels intimate with the way his eyes slowly scan your body in the quiet room. As if the silence doesn’t need to be filled with anything other than eye contact.

For him though, a woman has never met his eye between songs. Typically, their eyes are glued to his chest, cock, hands, and neck– never his eyes. They’re muttering, moaning, or shouting for him to hurry up, that the clock is ticking and they want to see more. But not you. Even as the next song plays, your eyes stay focused on his until he looks away and starts closing the distance. He skews his body now, allowing you to see him in profile. 

In some ways, you have him feeling a bit flustered in the way you keep meeting his eye despite his body making a show for you. He’s never had to act with his face more than he has with you, even as he drops to his knees during a particular part in the song, thrusting his hips forward in an attempt to make you imagine yourself bent over on the floor in front of him. 

He glances to his side, and still you’re searching his face.

He, now, looks back down for a moment, finding himself trying to guide yours somewhere else. He knows his job is to be looked at, to be seen, but this is far too seen for his liking. Thankfully, your eyes do follow his, and you gasp at the way he moves. 

Your mouth falls open, gripping the hem of your dress as you imagine exactly what he intended.

The fact that this is your first time, Jake realizes this is new ground for him too. Typically, he speaks with his body and it appears now, he needs to portray some form of sexuality to you with his eyes. Like the roles are switched, he has to do to you what you’re supposed to be doing to him.

This is new, but warranted. Easy, even, for him to do it because he does want you.

You watch him intently, not fully realizing that you’re barely watching him fuck the air in front of him. Yeah, you see that too, but your eyes always go back to his and now, his own gaze is meeting yours. His gaze is searching your body, watching you move in reaction. From the way your fingers grip at the clothes he’d like to see on the floor later, to the way you slightly rub your legs together in a way that is almost too easy to miss. This alone is enough for him as his eyes burn their gaze into you. Much like you’re supposed to be doing to him.

He’s supposed to be able to look at you and know exactly what you’re thinking. So be it, the least he can do is let you know what he’s thinking. 

Jake’s dance is more intentional now when he leans back on his arms, throwing his head back but keeping his head turned towards you. He tries to show you specifically what he would do to you. That bulge in his pants is large and blatant as he thrusts forward and back to the music. You glance to it, offering the same jittery reactions of arousal. 

And this is when he allows his blazer to slide off of his shoulders, reaching to unbutton that single clasp for it to go sliding to the floor. He continues his movements through it, watching your eyes move to his arms and the strength used to hold himself up, his skin more and more visible to you. You do try to keep eye contact but…well, the way his abs flex when he presses forward, going concave with each inhale of those sensual lips that constantly smirk at you. 

It’s a shame, really, to know that the bulge in his pants will remain there, unseen. 

With his blazer now pooled at his wrists, he regains his focus. He wants you so badly by this point that it’s driving him crazy how hard he’s having to work for it. You’re supposed to be feeling this way, not him. Even if he can see that his routine is causing a reaction from you, he’s practically masturbating himself against the inseam of his pants just to get you to say something to him. 

Meaning, he needs to work harder. The current song is soon to be replaced with another, his favorite to dance to, his favorite to fuck to. And to be fair, by the time this playlist gets to this song on this specific playlist, usually his clients are already shaking under him. Not you though, you’re holding yourself back and he can fucking see it.

He ignores the fact that it’s technically not time for him to move on to his next set of dancing, mostly because he almost never has to get to this part, he leaves his blazer on your floor as he positions himself back on his knees, turning towards you this time and looking you straight in the eyes. The fact that he’s hard and horny is enough to amplify the way he’s looking at you, confidence so high that he’s fine with being seen in any way you want.

He’s slow when he does it, crawling a few steps closer to you. You watch the way his shoulders move in the light, his eyes rounded and cheeky, his hair falling in front of them with a charming movement. It’s not intentional when you rub your legs together at the image yet again, very much wanting to spread them the closer he gets to you. 

You can’t help but think he looks smaller on his hands and knees, eyes looking up at you as if he could eat you whole. You do wonder if your face reads the same for him, with the nervousness hitting you off and on. 

“You’re hot when you look down at me like that.” Jake mutters out of nowhere under the veil of his music, stopping in place in front of you, planting himself right at your feet. “I’d like to touch you, is that okay?”

Nevermind the fact that Jake has never actually had to ask to touch a client before, he really can’t help it at this point. His cock is aching in his pants and he isn’t quite ready to wait an entire playlist worth of songs just to put his clothes back on and leave the door with pain between his legs. He very much wants to fuck something right now, preferably someone.

You.

On the other hand, he’s pleased to see how fucking fast you accept his request. Yes, he can touch you. Fuck, you want him to touch you.

And the whole idea that this is just him doing his job is so far in the back of your mind right now that you almost forget that he probably does this to most of the women he’s paid to entertain. Quite frankly, you don’t give a fuck. You can pretend that he only does this for you, you can live in a fantasy just for a night. 

Jake lends you a smile as the current song finally fades out, the silence back except this time, you’re not looking into his eyes when you nod. 

He’s slow when he places his hand on your knees, rubbing up, up, up until he’s able to lift himself and hover over you. He intentionally pushes your dress up your thighs, solely because he wanted to see you rub them together in full, shameless view for him. He wants to know what his body does for you. What it does to you. 

And he stands, hovering over you for a moment with his hands glued to your thighs before he stares down at them. You just do as he expected, you rub your legs together, you look anywhere but at his eyes now, your hands grip the couch beneath you.

“I’m going to get on top of you,” Jake says now, dipping his head into your line of sight and forcing eye contact again, now gripping the back of the couch rather than your thighs, Just as he did when all of this started. “Would you like that?”

“Do you do this for all of your clients?” You suddenly ask with a smaller voice than you gave him upon opening your door. You breathe in sharply when he moves instead of answering your question immediately. 

He spreads his legs, propping himself right on your lap, facing towards you, letting you feel the warmth of his chest radiating near your face. 

“What kind of answer are you looking for?” He laughs fondly, grabbing your hands and placing them on his chest. “You should touch me, by the way.” He foregoes his own rule with that one, not wanting to wait any longer for you to maybe ask him yourself. “Just pull away if you don’t want to.” He adds, guiding your hands over his chest and down his abdomen.

“You didn’t answer my question–” You interrupt him, feeling the warmth pool and drip into your panties. “It’s a yes or no question.”

He chuckles sweetly, stopping your hands at his abs and holding them there. 

“No,” he admits, moving his focus to the music now that he’s got your hands on him. “I don’t do this for all  of my clients.” 

Jake isn’t sure why he does it, but now he can’t bring himself to look at you. The eye contact feels more intimate than it should with you asking him such a question and demanding an answer. Even as he swirls his hips, feeling his clothed cock rub up and against you every few seconds, it feels almost too intimate. 

“Oh, yeah?” You nervously chuckle back, feeling his muscles move beneath your hand as he thrusts his hips forward. 

“You know,” He mutters, guiding your hands a bit lower despite his own confusion at how much he’s enjoying this moment with you. You feel the cold metal of his belt buckle against your palm and you think he’s going to stop there, like maybe this is just something he does to amp up the show or something, but no. He drags your hand down further until you feel the warmth of his cock under his pants..  

Your pulse quickens as your ears start to ring. Your eyes avoid where your hand is right now, taking in a deep breath and looking up at him with question. He’s not looking back though, instead, his head is dropped and he’s staring at his pathetic bulge against your hand. He’s dancing into it, against it.

“I’ve never gotten this hard over a client that doesn’t want me.” He admits shamefully in a pathetic little laugh, bucking against your palm again to the beat of the song. “I can’t tell if I’m doing my job well enough.”

You feel shocked at that. A client that doesn’t want him? Is he fucking insane?! Then again, you need to be honest with yourself sometimes. You’ve tried to appear as uninterested as possible until he started crawling to you. There is clear attraction, obvious needs swirling in the air right now. You force yourself now to look at your hand with the hefty bulge rubbing desperately against it. The sheer size of him is something entirely different from what you were expecting out of him. This feels forbidden.

Wrong, even, But goddamn. The man is masquerading his dance solely so he can fuck against your right now. Maybe you should show some interest. 

“You’re doing well, Jake,” You finally mutter to him, the first compliment you’ve given since he got here. 

“Yeah?’ He sighs out, relieved as his hips press harder into your palm. Arguably, he’s not even dancing at this point, just trying to get off. “How well?”

Yeah, he’s a little desperate at this point for you to do something on your own. It’s so out of character for him to do all of this just to…well, get off.

“Show me,” He raises his brows, now removing his hands from yours and running them up his chest. His hips continue to move on you, and he watches you as you hold your hand in place. “Come on, the buckle is right there–” he nearly pleads. “You don’t have to be shy.”

Like a book, the two of you read the other at this moment. You’re not a woman of many words and he seems to understand that now, taking your single compliment and running with it. You do as he says, unbuckling his belt and now, sliding your hands up his body to meet his. 

“There you go,” He stresses through another relieved sigh. Leaving your hands where they are against his chest and sliding the belt from his loops on his own. He tosses the belt behind him, relishing in that lost look in your eye.

You clearly have no fucking idea what you’re doing, but you seem to like it. And god, does he fucking love it. Especially when he motions his head back down, forcing your hands back to where they belong and helping you unbutton his pants. 

“Take it out, go on.” He says in a rush, “I’m asking you to do it.”

To be fair, you’re going to do it despite the nervousness in your gut. It’s been so long since you’ve touched a man, and even longer since you wanted to. You could half argue that you feel like you’re about to lose your virginity right now despite all those hook-ups in college. Still, you don’t even nod at him when you do it. Carefully tugging his pants down and watching the weight of his cock do the rest of the work for you. 

His legs spread wider as he points it up at you, a lewd scene, one that feels both disgustingly sexy and very, very, straight forward. You’ve never been like this with any other person. Or rather, no one has ever blatantly shown themselves like this to you. 

And still, Jake just looks at you. So much eye contact becoming more and more comfortable as he learns what you seem to like. He can feel the air in your apartment against the head of his cock, the cool air rushing past his shaft and causing him to shiver with a very quiet moan. He still only looks at you during this moment, wondering why you’ve let your hands fall to his thighs. Then he sees a new look in your eyes.

Are you…waiting to be told what to do? 

For some reason, he keeps forgetting that you’ve never had a stripper in your home before, let alone been seduced by one. Honestly though, he assumed you’d catch on by the point his cock was out. This isn’t for show anymore, he wants you. 

“Touch me?” He asks gently, reaching back down to your hands and urging you to grab his cock. “You don’t even have to move, I can do the rest–” He chokes out a groan mid-sentence as he feels you grasp him in your fist.

Such a silent woman beneath him. He can only read you in specific moments, this one not at all being one of them. You’re hesitant but willing, perhaps? You leave him questioning himself and his own motives, still wondering if that compliment you gave him was genuine or just part of your own little show. 

Yet still, you’re gripping him tightly and allow him to focus his hopes. Dancing beautifully into that little circle your hand creates for him. The best part is that when or if he ever actually dances to this song, it’s when he’s blatantly fucking someone. So the movements come naturally, just as they would if your legs were buckling and your pussy was spread open on him. So, basically, this dance is nothing short of fucking your fist, pretending to keep up an act that he so wishes you’d see through. 

He keeps his face intense, moving his shoulders and arms as if it’s easy for him to turn the tables and position you to where your legs are on his shoulders and he’s rubbing his cock against your, hopefully, soaked panties.  

It’s a struggle though, to not moan out in desperation when you tighten your grip on him. He watches your pupils blow out, and can see the way you’d now probably ask him to do just that. To put it on you, to shove it in you. And so, he slows his hips a bit and catches his breath, staring down at you in wait. 

“You’re really expecting me to get off all on my own?” He finally says in an exasperated breath to your stillness and silence. He really is, trying to act as though he can’t see the look in your eyes and how it’s changed since he started dancing. “Baby, don’t you want it?” He adds, now waiting to see if you’ll move your hand away from him.

You don’t though, to his surprise, you actually start moving your hand on him. You’re jerking him off, staring up at him like you want it, squeezing the head of his cock before dragging those pretty fingers back down. 

Instantly his eyes roll back. “Fuck, that’s good,” He compliments your hand, shaking a bit and shivering at the fact that you really just did that. “Can I stop pretending that I’m still dancing for you now?”  

You find it in yourself to chuckle now, nodding with a confident sort of smile. It hit you fairly quickly, actually, as you watched him chase his pleasure all by himself. He’s so hard, and so incredibly thick in your hand, you’d be stupid to say it didn’t turn you on. It’s that fact that you’ve barely said anything to him and he’s begging you to look at him, to watch him, to touch him. All of your nervousness slowly disappeared because it was being replaced with power. 

Now, that, you’re used to. You know what power feels like in all aspects of the working world, but never at home. Never when sex is involved. You’re always expected to play the part of a desperate woman in need of love, and that’s just not you. No, you’re a powerful woman with nerves that could kill you. And the way Jake parallels your working world, it’s almost too perfect. You’re used to men being beneath you, begging for your money, giving you all of their attention, apologizing for normal human errors. 

Jake isn’t exactly begging you for money, but he’s still begging for your hands. 

“No.” You finally say, relishing in the shock on Jake’s face. “Keep dancing, it’s what you’re being paid to do.”

His eyes fall a bit now as he nods his head. You almost feel his cock falter at the same time at your response, but you move your hand a bit faster. You grip a bit tighter, urging him to do whatever it is that’s on his mind. You want to see if he will actually do as he’s told now, considering you’re the one with the money to bring him back here. 

It’s endearing how he does his best, and honestly, his best probably far surpasses some of the most notable dancers on the market if you had any idea of how they were. It’s just a bit hard to continue this act for him when you’re gripping his cock in such a beautiful way. 

“You’re–” He pauses to hold in a moan, feeling the way you drag your hand in time with his dance. “You’re not going to ask me to touch you?” He finally adds, meeker than before, far less confidence. 

In fact, he’s hiding his face.

You smile in response, looking up at him with dark and wide pupils as you swallow each movement his body makes for you. Your ears are still ringing, unable to comprehend the music blasting in your sound system. Your focus is solely on him, your hands are on him, your confidence is because of him. 

The answer to that question should be a given, after all, shouldn’t he be well aware considering this little stunt he pulled that actions truly speak louder than words?

“No wonder she liked you so much.” You start, now loosening your grip on him just to see the way his hips frantically chase the warmth of your palm.

“Wait–” He asks slightly out of breath, cheeks flushed and bashful. “You really thought, I let her get me off like this?” 

It almost pisses him off that you’d say that to him, then again, it’s not like you knew that this specific instance is rare and reserved for very few clients. 

“You couldn’t even look at me properly thirty minutes ago, now you think you can make assumptions?” He argues, pushing away from you.

Your response is skewing an eyebrow at him, watching him fight for control as he pulls his hips back and shuffles off of you and onto his feet. You glance down at his cock and the way it stands painfully erect, twitching at the sudden lack of friction. 

“Is it wrong to assume when you very clearly want me to make you cum?” 

He stills himself, a blank expression turning to that of a devilish smile, eyes narrowing at you as he leans over you. 

“Are you suggesting that you’ll get me off?”

You smile, spreading your legs a bit and feeling the stickiness drip through your panties now. 

“She did tell me that some clients have gotten special treatment from you,” You mock him slightly, watching his eyes glue themselves to your thighs. You make a show to spread your legs a bit for him. “I also know that she was no such client.”

A small moment of silence as he devours you with his eyes, seemingly interested in the attitude you have towards him now.

“I also didn’t imagine your clients would be the ones getting you off.” 

Honestly, it’s like he hit the fucking jackpot with you. Challenging him, mocking him with his cock out in front of you. If you so much as wiggled your cunt in front of him, he would instantly be back on his knees, letting you soak his face in whatever way you please. 

“Normally they’d be jumping at the chance, you though–” Jake very nearly growls at you with a deepened voice. “You look like you’re the one who needs to get off, if anything to get that snarky grin off your face.”

“Go on then, dance.”

It’s almost like a game now, he feels. You know he’s trying to seduce you and it seems you’re enjoying the fact that you haven’t let him yet. He knows that you intend to let him, so yeah, fuck yeah, he’s going to play along. 

He raises a brow at you as he steps back once more, trying to ignore the fact that his cock is aching to be touched again. You still want your show? Good. He’ll fucking give you a show.

Jake does as he’s told, finally kicking his pants off in full and keeping his eyes on you the entire time. He watches the way your legs spread when he rubs his hands down his naked chest, straight down to his cock where he only briefly tugs at himself. He can almost see under your dress as you continue to spread your legs more and more, but the lighting is far too dim to see what his act is doing to you just yet.

When he saunters behind you, dipping his head by your neck and whispering the dirtiest part of the song into your ear, he can see your sharp intake of air, and he watches the way your breasts move with each breath he forces out of you, and the way your nipples perk through the fabric.

So, he stays here behind you with his hips pressed to the back of your couch, ghosting his hands over your neck, moving down your arms, and then to your chest. He doesn’t touch, because you still haven't asked yet, but he knows hovering alone is enough. It’s like he can feel the electricity beneath his fingers somehow reaching your skin. 

  And he continues to sing against your ear, leaning further forward to plant his hands on your thighs again, mostly because he’s already been given permission to touch you there. 

“More,” He gently demands between lyrics. “Spread them all the way.”

Jake watches for a moment from behind you, pressing his cock against the back of the couch the moment he sees your legs stretch open, your dress hiking up past your waist, enough now that he can at least see a glimpse of the skin closest to your pussy. 

“Ask me to touch you.” He pleads against your ear, trailing his fingers up your thighs enough to where he would need you to tell him to stop otherwise. “Just tell me you want it.” 

It’s silent save for the music playing, and his cock is aching so badly by this point that each time he rubs against the couch he’s almost breaking down to fucking beg you to let him touch you. That alone could make him cum, but god, you’re so good at playing hard to get even if it’s blatantly obvious that he’s already got you. 

You’re fucking playing with him, and he can’t decide if he loves it or hates it. 

Your silence is so damning to his dripping cock, and his skin feels so hot right now that he’s almost forgotten that he was paid to be doing anything that’s not this. 

“No.” You playfully respond, dangling yourself just out of reach. You breathe in deep though, knowing you can’t keep denying him for much longer with the way his hands are rubbing at you. “I like it better when you’re the one asking for it.” You lean your head back and rest it against the cushions of the couch, and he instantly moves from your neck to look down at you. 

Oh. 

“Cute.” He says, having no issue at all to be the one to ask, beg, plead, or cry. Whatever it takes to get a feel of you at this point. It’s just…new to him.

Another long moment of eye contact has him trailing his hands higher than before, almost to the point that there’s no skin on your thighs to touch that doesn’t involve your panty line. 

“May I?” He asks, leaning down a bit closer so that his face is mere inches from yours. “Will you take my fingers?” 

You could mistake this distance as something that should not be crossed between the two of you. Barely hearing his question at this moment, the only thing you want to do is to kiss him, and it hit you so fucking fast that you almost forgot he’s doing anything you ask of him. 

“Come again?” You smile, blinking up at him. 

He breathes in, seemingly frustrated.

“My fingers. Take them.” He says rather than asking this time, already moving his hands to trace up your panties and feeling the wetness seep through onto his fingertips. “You’re already dripping–baby,” He stops to moan at it, amazed by how fucking soaked you are. “I can imagine they’d slide right in.” 

Typically, you wouldn’t allow anyone to call you that. “Baby.” but coming from his mouth, it sounds fitting. It sounds seductive, sexy. It has your stomach in knots, actually, your hips bouncing up just slightly at his words with the pet name attached. Finally, you let him. Finally, you grind yourself against his fingers. 

“I’ll make you feel so good–” He groans at your movements, loving how desperate you suddenly appear despite pretending you weren’t going to work for your own pleasure. He continues to trace his fingers up and down just to feel the mess of you, the one that he created, and the one that he intends to make messier. 

“Moving your hips isn’t the answer though, baby.”

You swear he can read your mind, there’s no fucking way he would say it like that without knowing how you just internally admitted to liking it. 

“Yes,” You let out shortly, darting your eyes away from him. “I’ll take them.”

That breathy laugh he releases sounds sweet, almost dripping like syrup when he lays his head beside your neck. His soft singing picks back up as he listens to you now more than the music, his fingers continuously ghosting where he promised to put them, not yet moving your panties. 

Paired with it, his abdomen stays tense as he humps against your couch, his muscles locking up at the pleasure running through him in this position. Your hips lightly chase his fingers, up when his fingers move down, and he can’t help the shy smile that spreads across his lips. It’s one you don’t see, but the constant shift in your personality is something that keeps him on edge. Keeps him wanting more, to know more, to see and feel more of you. 

And when he finally reaches around you with his other hand, pulling your panties to the side and exposing your pussy, he watches you take over for him and push them down instead, offering far more than he anticipated. He watches as you kick them off your ankles almost elegantly, as if you could do this job of dancing better than he can.

“Eager?” He teases, knowing you won’t respond to that. And you don’t. It pleases him to know that at least by now, he can kind of read you. Yet, still, there’s nothing more at this moment that would please him more than getting to see you in full. To wander back around this couch and get a real good, close up look at what he’s doing to you. 

“You’re so wet right now.” He groans, knowing that you were soaked before and only hoping you’re dripping more and more for him now. His cock is weeping as much as he’d like for you to be, chasing any amount of friction he could have. And he can see his fingers slip and slide through your slick into places he wasn’t even attempting to touch just yet solely because of how wet you are. 

“You held out for so long,” He coos now with a soft breath against your neck, feeling your cheek nuzzle against his flexing arm. “Look at that,” Two of his fingers tease at your hole before– “they slipped right in.”

Your breathing is labored by this point, feeling him play with you as if he has all the time in the world to fuck with your head. Which is…nice. No rushing despite the time limit on his session, proving time and time again that you’re getting more than others get from him. Lucky you, that you can moan out without shame for him. 

And you do, grabbing his hand and practically fucking yourself with his fingers. That takes him by surprise as the warmth and sheer tightness envelopes his digits. You are excruciatingly sexy to him, he doesn’t even attempt to stop you.

In fact, he doesn’t even hold back now, meeting each chase of your hips with the force of his fingers plunging into you deeply, with full intention. He scissors them open, feeling your hole stretch around them beautifully enough to fit in a third. And god, you’re so fucking wet. He can hear the slapping of his soaked fingers inside of you pushing more and more of that arousal out. 

He moans blatantly against your ear now, easing you into talking back to you. 

“Bet you could take cock so well–” He murmurs, feeling you shiver against his grasp. “How long has it been? Hm?”

He’s talking to you, yes, but hyping himself up at the same time. The scent of your hair forcing a slight obsession with you in his mind. The way you feel, look, smell, move when you’re just inches from him like this. He knows you won’t respond to a goddamn thing he says too, but it doesn’t matter too much to him at this point. Because now, you’re whimpering.

Such a confident, well respected woman…fucking whimpering.

“What was that?” He asks playfully, running his other hand up your body until he gets to your neck. “Has it been that long?”

And for the first time, you were going to answer. For the first time, he doesn’t leave room for you to answer. Instead, you feel his palm resting flush against your neck, now pressing in and practically holding you down by the neck as he fucks his fingers into you faster. 

Painfully faster.

“Cry for me again,” He encourages you, wincing as his own hips frantically chase the back of your couch. “You’re allowed, come on, do it again.”

And because he’s working for it, because he’s doing so fucking well, you let out another choked moan. His hand straining your neck so tightly that any sound coming out sounds strained and desperate, even the sound of yourself right now ignites a fire inside of you. You can feel that grasp tighten each time his fingers fuck into you with a painful jab, his palm placed so perfectly that you can feel your clit being rubbed each time he pulls his hand back.

It’s…overwhelming.

“Yes, fuck- again.” He groans, bucking his hips forward and frantically lifting his head from your shoulder, all so he can look down at you. He’s heard you, now he wants to fucking see how desperate you are when you cry out. 

When you open your eyes again, wincing every few seconds at both the pleasure and pain of his desperate hands, all you can see is his face. All you can feel are those same long fingers threatening more and more cries from your chest. He’s hitting spots inside of you that haven't been touched in a long time. Feeling it now almost burns, even with the cold metal of that single ring on his finger against your neck. 

And when he tightens that hand on your neck once more, not only do you cry out, but he matches you with his own stuttered gasp. You strain to keep your eyes on him through this moment, watching the way his teeth appear to scrape at his bottom lip when the sound of you envelopes his ears. So, you do it again, and again, and again. 

His fingers only continue their aggressive assault inside of you, his palms still hitting your clit, and that other hand around your throat…honestly? You could fucking sing songs to him at this moment if he so wished it. 

“You’re shaking.” He comments, eyes flicking to your body. “Can you even breathe right now?”

His smile looks so fucking mean, knowing full well that you can’t breathe and only tightening his hand harder against your throat. Nevermind the fact that you never discussed this type of thing with him, fucking wasn’t even in the agenda. But now? Fuck it. You do like it. Maybe you even love it. The way you’re moaning for him is all either of you need to know. 

This time though, when you moan out and it’s sounding particularly raspy, he releases his hand from your throat and instantly leans down to your lips. He’s a bit shocked that you immediately strain your neck to kiss him. What he was going to do was degrade you. Now though, he’s just tasting the way you’re so desperate to kiss him. As if you’re wanting this to be real, to be intimate. 

Arguably, your idea was better than his own because now he can’t bring himself to degrade you. In fact, he was stupid to even consider such a fucking thing. Despite never kissing his clients, things with you have already lasted far longer than he’d normally allow. Things have already surpassed the intimacy level he allows too, even with the very few lucky women who get to touch him. He’s never asked for it, and he’s never gotten this much of his own pleasure out of finger fucking them. Not once has he ever fucked himself against a couch to hold himself back for a woman either. 

Maybe just this once, he can want it to be real too. Even if he leaves with a pocket full of cash, the fantasy right now is enough for him to accept it as is. If you want him to kiss you, he will fucking kiss you.

His pupils grow as his eyes close, slowing his fingers unintentionally as he focuses on your lips and tongue. Even his body against your couch relaxes and his hips slow to that of a sensual thrust forward, one that offers a long and painful drag against his already raw and reddened cock. You kiss him back better than he’s even been kissed before, and falling into it was terrifyingly easy. 

His brain nearly short circuits at the softness of it, allowing his hands to move on their own accord, cupping your jaw with one hand and emptying your pussy to rub your clit with the other. He’s intentionally deepening the kiss far past his own comfort level.

But he is comfortable, and that’s precisely what’s uncomfortable about it. 

“You can take it–” Jake mutters between kisses, more focused on your lips than the words he spilling to you. “You want more, right?” He continues, only now pulling back in a breath and waiting for you to adjust your eyes on his. 

Immediately, when you open your eyes they widen at him. Goddamn, was he this sexy before? Did he even look this into you when he was on your lap fucking your fist? Out of all of his begging, this…this right here. Are you really about to fuck a stripper? The man you were so against meeting just this morning? The man who has $600 in his bank account from your lovely, fucking adored and beautiful best friend? 

The man that you’re probably going to give the entirety of the contents in your purse to the moment he packs up and moves on as if this never happened?

Yes.

“I want more–” You say to him, blinking at his pretty eyes and intentionally rubbing your clit against his fingers, mostly because it appears as if he’s stopped functioning all together.

And before you can even blink, his fingers are pulled away and his presence is gone. You lift your head to watch him, cock still erect and heavy against his thigh as he goes directly to his bag. As if he knew it was going to happen, as if this was his plan before he even met you, he pulls out a condom and slips it on without so much as a sigh of relief.

After all, he does have to take precautions to be fucking an absolute stranger like this.

“Oh.” You huff in disappointment, not entirely meaning for him to hear it. 

He raises his eyes to you as he pulls at the end of the condom, offering plenty of space for whatever release he intends to have soon, but his eyes don’t seem concerned nor bothered. 

“What? You want it raw?” He asks playfully, wiggling his eyebrows briefly before making his way back to you. “That’ll require a bit more discussion, you know.”

Discussion that neither of you are willing to have solely because your pussy is throbbing and his cock appears to be more pathetic than it already was being strangled in that thin layer of latex. And without another word, allowing both of you to put that to rest for now, he’s right back over you, lifting your dress up and off of you. 

“Fuck.” He breathes out as your tits falls from their perfect place within the dress. The sopping wet couch beneath you only soaking up more of your slick as his words force more out of you. God, you feel so wanted. 

You keep your arms lifted to help him ease the dress entirely off of you, leaving you bare beneath him as he instantly goes to grab both tits, pressing them together before flicking both nipples with the tips of his fingers. 

Your body jolts at the sensation, feeling it run through you and swell your clit more than it already was. The ache is worse, your hole is pulsing, yearning, wanting to be filled. Still though, he takes his precious expensive time, leaning down and sucking one erect nub into his mouth and flicking it all the same with his tongue. 

“Right here?” He mouths from around your tit, eyes closed and tongue still focused elsewhere. “You want to be fucked here?” He mumbles again, realizing that his question will likely go unanswered. It’s very likely that he is going to fuck you right here, on your living room couch. Asking you such a thing was stupid, borderline cringe-worthy. 

To his surprise though, you lend him a small “no.” as you lace your fingers in his hair, pushing his lips to your other nipple just to feel the warmth of his tongue.

“No?” He questions, blinking up at you from your chest before biting gently around the sensitive bud against his mouth. “Where then?” 

To his dismay, your smile is still beautiful but the way you close your legs and sit yourself up from the slouched, relaxed position you were in disappoints him. Mostly because he’s now forced to stand up too, and even more so because he has to keep his head dipped in order to keep his mouth on that perfect nipple of yours. 

His disappointment fades as you hold his head there, feeling your legs almost buckle against him when he moans around it, sending vibrations through your chest. You remain gentle though, wobbling on your legs and shuffling forward, allowing him to continue his antics. Slowly but surely, you turn him around and back him up against the couch.

Only now, when you push him back and his teeth graze your sensitive nub do you realize that he’s so, so much needier than you expected. Even with his begging, his little disappointed sound didn’t go unnoticed. His brows are still furrowed now, not even paying attention to the fact that you’ve just shoved him down so that you can be the one straddling him. It’s cute, actually. Noticing how he was so intimidating when he came into your house, walking with confidence, dancing with intention, finger fucking you and choking you as if he had a right to do it…only to now look at him and the way he’s melting.

The way he’s needy, borderline puppy-like to be near you.

His eyebrows shoot up from that little face of disappointment though, when you pull yourself from his mouth and instead plant yourself right on his lap, letting your pussy lips envelope the underside of his cock as you grind up immediately.

It’s the first slippery touch his cock has felt all night and honestly? He’s been on edge this entire time. You grind so fucking beautifully, and it’s a first for him to realize that he’s entirely speechless.

You’ve rendered him incapable of speaking. 

“You’re cute, I don’t think you realize that.” You comment, gliding against his cock and watching his hands reach out to grip your waist, “Really cute.”

He doesn’t falter at your compliments, instead he just melts into it even more. His cheeks are permanently blushed as he leans forward to try and get your tits in his face again, and all you can do is grip his hair and let him. It’s been a long time since you’ve felt the head of a cock bumping your clit, and you’d never forgive yourself for not letting yourself have this kind of fun more often. 

And Jake just gets whinier. His cock pulses and twitches to be inside of you all the while despite the discomfort of that latex layer likely needing to be replaced already. Still, his hands keep moving your waist, pushing and pulling you faster against him until– ah.

You angle yourself perfectly when he slides your upwards again. All you had to do was perk your ass out and wait for him to push you back down. Finally, he slides in without fully realizing that’s what was going to happen, and goddamn the sound he makes, fuck.

“Mmfuck,” He winces, digging his nails into your hips at the speed of which he bottomed out. The breath is knocked out of him and all you can do is stare down. Look at him now, so docile and sweet like he wasn’t fucking your livingroom floor prior to this. 

And the grip of you on him, so strong. The slide was so easy, so fast, that he genuinely is seeing stars at how good you feel wrapped around him. The velvet walls inside of you pulsing, pushing and squeezing his cock all over. He can’t help the sounds he makes, grunting and feeling that grip you have in his hair intensify his pleasure. 

Both of you now let out a long winded breathy groan at the sensation of your body adjusting to his, in all fairness, you had to grip onto something and his hair just so happened to be the best thing at the moment. He seems to love it though, so when you finally regain your senses of being absolutely fucking full, you pull at it again, tilting his head back so that you can see the expanse of his neck and the way it moves when he swallows. 

“Bounce.” He croaks out at you, eyes glistening with pure fucking hope that you will. 

And, well…when you feel his length pulse in place inside of you, you do exactly as he asked. You bounce, taking his full, thick cock each and every time. Not allowing a single inch of it to be neglected. All he can do in response is squint, trying to keep his eyes open through each breathy groan of praise and encouragement. He does lose himself entirely to the feeling of euphoria and the pain of how harshly you keep his head tilted back. 

He really didn’t think you could get any sexier, honestly, and as far as he’s concerned…if he moves right now he’s going to cum. So, he doesn’t. Instead, he just lazily smiles at you and lets his eyes finally close so that he can fall right back into the state of seeing nothing but stars.

Frustrated, yet incredibly turned on by the way you’ve just completely lost him, you bounce harder, then you sit flush against him, twisting and swirling your hips. Grinding forward back, counting how he moans each time you do something that feels particularly sensitive for him. And you hang onto that, repeating those actions, lifting your ass and sliding back down. Again and again, until your legs shake and your fingers threaten to pull his hair too hard.

“Look at you now,” You half-chuckle out of breath, hearing the wet slaps of skin on skin paired with his blatant and sensual moans drowning out the playlist that has been long forgotten. “You can’t even move.”

All he does is nod his head, that same lazy and cocky smile appears as if to insinuate that you’re damn fucking right he can’t. Like he’s proud of it. And you’re not going to ignore the fact that his hands are still on your waist either, gripping onto you so tightly that you fear he could draw blood if you move the wrong way.

“Keep going, baby–” He somehow manages to say to you. “Don’t stop.”

There it is. This entire time he’s been begging to fuck you, and now he’s finally begging you to fuck him. His voice still sounds like honey, with that impressively hard cock inside of you pulsing so constantly that you could probably feel him in your stomach if you were to press against it. 

“Mhm,” You answer him, promising that you won’t stop through just a half-moan and a long winded intake of air. Honestly? At this very moment, you feel like you’re sitting on a throne. Jake, obviously, being said throne but whatever. The fucking power he’s making you feel is nothing short of alluring. 

And now, as that power goes to your head, you opt to grind rather than bounce for him now. Your hips aren’t as erratic, yet still he tenses up for you, forcing his cock to somehow feel even harder as you fuck it into yourself through lazy drags of your clit against his pelvis. 

If you keep going like this, you could cum in an instant. But before you can even finish that thought, you look down at him on instinct due to his sudden silence. 

His eyes are squeezed shut tightly, and his mouth is open in a silent moan. You can see that he’s not breathing, seemingly holding his breath even after you release his hair. His head lolls back with that same expression, and that’s when you feel his fingernails dig.

“Oh,” You moan, now resuming your grinding much harder now, making a point to bump your clit repeatedly against him. “Fuck, are you cumming right now?”

Still he doesn’t respond, you can only feel his hips stutter under you despite trying to remain entirely still and stiff for you. You know that now is when you need to be chasing, because you’ll be damned if you’re not going to cum with him inside of you. 

You want to be full like this, you want to squeeze him, to play with his sensitive cock even if it starts to soften. He’s too pretty, too fucking pretty when he whimpers. And so, you continue grinding, up until you’re on the brink of your orgasm but not quite there yet. To the point his cock is only half in you with the way you’re angling your clit against him, chasing your own high so aggressively that you barely feel his fingers tightening on you again. 

Jake shoots his head back up, eyes opening as the sensitivity hits him quicker than he would have liked, but you don’t relent. The pain is intense from how hard you’re riding him, but he can see how close you are, the image alone compliments that sensitivity he’s feeling right now. 

He seethes out painful praises to you as your desperate cunt finally reaches orgasm, squeezing against his softening length so tightly that he can’t help but whimper with you. Still, he studies your face through his own winces, shuddering at the way you close your legs around him despite them being forced to stay open in this position. You try to curl into the pleasure, as if you wish you could disappear completely alongside it. 

And god, the way you grip at his arms for leverage as you shake through it. Dare he say…he’s fond of you. It still hurts, but it kind of hurts more when he knows it’s over. Mostly because it feels like he’s been in this room with you for days, knowing that’s not true. Surely he’s stayed longer than your allotted time with him, but you seemed to have given him something worth staying for at least.

When you slump over him, he almost wants to cry from how fucking sensitive he is right now. Thankfully, you seem sensitive too as you wince before he does, remaining as gentle as you can when you reach down to the base of his cock and hold the condom, allowing him to slide out of you at his own pace. 

And then, the playlist comes to an abrupt end at just the wrong moment, because it forces Jake to realize that he hadn’t stayed at all over his paid time frame. Now, all he can hear is the way his breath is entirely too uneven compared to any of his sessions with prior clients like this. He’s breathing much too fondly for you, or rather, not breathing well because of you. He can’t just…go home can he?

“You okay?” You ask to the slight panicked look on his face, seeing how he stares straight up at the ceiling, not blinking, no readable expression. “Jake?”

He shakes himself out of it, eyes slowly moving and blinking to look at you.

“That–” He tries to talk, genuinely, he does. “Um…”

The change in atmosphere almost freaks you out. Isn’t this what he wanted? You saw the way he lost himself there briefly though, you can admit. None of this was even that rough or kinky, so you’re a bit confused as to why he’s acting like this.

Maybe you even feel a bit guilty. Like you’re the problem. So, you silence yourself and lift onto weak legs to stumble and find your dress. You throw it on quickly, hiding your shame that he so wanted to see just fifteen minutes ago. Then, you head for your purse and grab every single bill you have folded neatly inside. 

Just like that, you place the money in his shaking hand and can’t bare to look at him.

“Wha-” He starts, licking his dried lips and sitting up a bit too quickly. “Why are you giving me so much?”

“It’s your tip.” You try to say casually as you clear your throat. “You can shower too, if you’d like.” 

Jake holds his breath, hoping you don’t genuinely think he did all of that for the money. He was already paid to be here, the whole…you know, fucking thing, was his doing. What happened was because he wanted it, and…he still does. Are you truly just strictly back to business like this? You literally just handed him his rent for the month and then some, it kind of amazes him. The audacity. As if he’s never been handed handsome sums of cash from drunken lonely women. You aren’t a woman who needs him, and yet you pay like you did. 

“Shower with me?” He forces himself to ask, because he knows he’ll regret it if he doesn’t. After all, this tip feels like a rejection of what just happened. Hush money, even. 

He doesn’t know what just crept into this room through the fucking silence, but he doesn’t like it. And it seems you don’t either, because you instantly comfort him with a smile and a step forward. 

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

He didn’t intend to spend the night, free of charge no less, but he did. All of that including some embarrassing talk involving the seriousness of how this is not normal for him. 

Surprisingly, you believe him. 

After the shower, the mood had shifted into something that felt natural and less rehearsed. He wasn’t just some stripper you could call over with a downpayment of $600, he was Jake, a man trying to make ends meet in a city far too expensive even for you if you’re being honest. 

Jake, a man wanted by several women. You, on the other hand, feel the need to mend your lonely and stone-cold heart with him, however much that may cost. Not to fall in love, or to fill any type of voice. If anything, you want to be taken care of in specific ways, and you’d like to take care of him in turn. 

So, when he grimaced at your joke, saying that he would practically be your sugar baby and that you’d run off all of his other business out of need to continuously be fucked by him and him alone, you almost stopped pressing the matter.

Because you would run off all his clients solely for keeping him too busy with you to go to them. You would be paying him every time, making damn sure he’s well taken care of and financially stable. 

Jake did notice how you looked disappointed, quickly backtracking his grimace.

“Wait, you’re serious?” 

You nod shyly, blinking at him.

“It’s not like we have to sleep together every time, you won’t even have to dance for me anymore.” You argue, knowing that’s at least a half-lie. “All I ask is that you don’t fuck your other clients if you’re still seeing me, and intending to..you know–”

Jake nods happily, without question even.

“So, what happens if I’m horny and you’re not available then?”

You narrow your eyes at him. 

“Jerk off like a normal person?”

Fair enough.

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man, i forgot how lame this fic is but yknow what? good for me. jake is so fuckin’ fine fr I DON’T EVEN CAREEEEEEEEEEE. pls reblog and leave feedback on my work :D

[lisasmuts]

BIRTHDAY PRESENT

Rosie x male reader

5.9k words

( What can be the best birthday present one can give to someone?? )

y/n has been invited from Rosie and her boyfriend, to their house to celebrate y/n’s birthday.

After a quick lunch full of laughter and gossip between the 3 of you, you and your friend move to the living room…

Your friend, Rosie’s boyfriend, smiles at you and speak

“y/n I’ve prepared a special gift for you, on your birthday…”

Then, Rosie slowly walks into the living room, with a cunty walk, like she’s doing a fashion runway, while wearing a big coat.

Your friend smiles at Rosie and tell her

“Rosie please give my bro his birthday gift…”

Rosie slowly approaches you, till her face is close to yours. She then opens her mouth and sensually lick her lips, giving you a sexy show. Then Rosie says,

“Your friend, my lovely boyfriend, gifted my body to you…”

You look at your friend with a surprised expression, processing his words. A mischievous grin slowly spreads across your face as you realize the nature of his ‘gift’. Turning my attention back to Rosie, You take in her alluring appearance, your eyes drinking in the sight of her luscious curves barely contained by the coat.

“Well, well, this is quite the birthday surprise you two have cooked up for me. I’m honored that you’re both willing to share Rosie’s lovely company with me today.”

You reach out and gently caress Rosie’s cheek, your thumb tracing the outline of her soft, plump lips.

“I’ll be sure to enjoy every second of this… special gift.”

Rosie shivers at your touch, her eyes darkening with desire. She leans in closer, her breath tickling your ear as she whispers,

“I’m all yours for the taking, birthday boy.”

Rosie’s eyes sparkle with mischief as she notices the effect of her bold display has on you. Without hesitation, she closes the distance between you, her soft lips capturing yours in a deep, passionate kiss. You can feel the warmth of her body radiating through the thin fabric of her coat as she presses against me. Her tongue dances with yours, eagerly exploring your mouth and savoring the taste of your saliva.

Rosie’s nimble fingers trace the outline of your straining cock off your trouser, eliciting a groan of pleasure from your lips. She breaks the kiss, gazing at you with hooded eyes full of desires.

“Mmm, someone’s eager for their birthday present,”

She purrs, her voice dripping with seduction.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you get every inch of what you want.”

Rosie’s hand slips beneath the waistband of your pants, her delicate fingers wrapping around your throbbing shaft. She begins to stroke you slowly, her touch sending jolts of pleasure through your body. Her lips return to yours, swallowing your moans of ecstasy as she pleasures you.

Rosie’s eyes sparkle with wicked delight as she breaks the kiss.

Maintaining intense eye contact, she slowly lowers her head, her soft lips parting to engulf the throbbing length of your cock. A shudder of pleasure courses through you as her warm, wet mouth envelops you. Her tongue swirls and dances along your sensitive flesh, savoring the salty taste of your pre-cum.

Rosie hums in appreciation, the vibrations sending delicious sensations radiating through your groin. She bobs her head up and down, taking you deeper with each pass, her skilled tongue caressing every inch. Her gaze never wavers, silently daring you to look away as she pleasures you with her mouth.

Just when you think you can’t take any more of her teasing, wicked ministrations, Rosie pulls back, leaving only the tip of your cock between her lips. She flicks her tongue against your sensitive slit, eliciting a strangled groan from your throat. Then, with a final, lingering lick, she releases me, a triumphant smile playing on her lips.

“Mmm, delicious. I can’t wait to taste more of you, birthday boy.”

Rosie’s eyes sparkle with wicked delight as she engulfs your throbbing cock once more. Her mouth is hot and wet, her tongue swirling and caressing your sensitive flesh with expert precision. She bobs her head up and down, taking you deeper with each pass, her saliva coating your shaft and dripping down her chin.

You can’t help but cry out in pleasure, your hips bucking slightly as Rosie works you over. She maintains intense eye contact, her gaze filled with unbridled lust. Between sloppy, slurping sucks, she pauses to ask.

“Are you enjoying this, birthday boy? Does my mouth feel good on your big, hard cock?”

Rosie’s voice is thick with desire, her words sending shivers of pleasure through your body. She resumes her ministrations, her pace quickening as she chases your release. You can feel the familiar tension building, your orgasm rapidly approaching. But just as you were about to tumble over the edge, Rosie pulls back, denying you your climax.

“Ah ah ah, not yet,”

She tuts, a wicked grin spreading across her face.

“We’re just getting started. I want to savor every last drop of you.”

Rosie’s eyes light up with unbridled desire when my friend playfully gave you permission to ravage her. Without hesitation, she hungrily latches onto your throbbing cock, a low, guttural moan escaping her lips. Her pussy is dripping wet, the evidence of her arousal glistening on her inner thighs.

Rosie begins to bob her head up and down, her mouth enveloping you in a sloppy, wet embrace. Her tongue swirls and caresses, coaxing more of your pre-cum to the surface. The vibrations of her hums of pleasure send delicious sensations radiating through your body.

Glancing over at your friend, you see him watching you intently, a smug grin on his face. He gives you a subtle nod, silently urging you to take full advantage of his generous gift. Emboldened, you grip the back of Rosie’s head, guiding her movements as she devours your cock.

Rosie’s eyes flutter closed, her focus solely on pleasuring you. She picks up the pace, her mouth sliding up and down your shaft with increasing fervor. The sound of her slurping and gagging fills the room, only adding to the lewd, carnal atmosphere.

Just as you feel your orgasm rapidly approaching, Rosie suddenly pulls back, a thin trail of saliva connecting her lips to your glistening cock. She looks up at you, her eyes wild with lust.

“Fuck! Birthday boy, you are aching to cum, aren’t you? I need you to cum inside my throat, now!”

Your friend’s gruff encouragement spurs you on, and you roughly yank Rosie’s head, fucking her throat with abandon. Her eyes widen in surprise, but she gamely struggles to accommodate your thrusting cock. The lewd sounds of your shaft plunging into her mouth echo through the room, mingling with Rosie’s muffled moans.

Suddenly, you feel the familiar tightening in your groin, and with a guttural groan, you unleash your pent-up release directly into Rosie’s waiting mouth.

Her eyes roll back in her head as she savors the taste of your seed, keeping it pooled on her tongue for you to admire.

After the last spurt, you withdraw, leaving Rosie’s lips glistening with your cum. She opens her mouth wide, proudly displaying the impressive load you’ve left her with. A satisfied moan rumbles in her throat as she slowly, sensually swallows it all down, her Adam’s apple bobbing with each gulp.

Rosie appreciates the taste of your cum, her eyes sparkle with mischief as she licks the last traces of your seed from her lips, she gazes up at you, her expression coy yet eager.

“Mmm, you taste delicious, y/n. But I’m not done with you yet.”

and then using her mouth yet again to clean your cock.

Whilst she cleaned your cock with her mouth you asked your friend, presenting him the idea of public gangbang of her.

Removing your cock, she turns to your friend, she pouts playfully.

“So, you cheeky birthday boy y/n, you want to take me to a public washroom for a gangbang, huh? I suppose I can’t argue with that.”

Her voice drops to a sultry purr.

“After all, I am just a needy little slut who craves being used and filled with cock.”

Rosie stands, grabbing her coat and covering her body with it. She saunters over to your friend, pressing her body against his as she whispers something in his ear. Your friend’s eyes widen, then a wicked grin spreads across his face. He nods, and Rosie turns back to you, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.

“Well, y/n, it looks like we’re going on a little field trip. I hope you’re ready to share me with anyone who wants a taste.”

She reaches down, giving your semi-hard cost a teasing squeeze.

“Because I’m about to become the world’s biggest cum dumpster.”

As you make your way to the public washroom with hands in hands, Rosie’s curiosity gets the better of her. She eyes the bowl in your hand and pouts playfully.

“Aw, come on y/n, what’s the surprise? Tell me, tell me!!”

She tugs at your sleeve, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

You can’t help but chuckle at her childlike excitement.

“Patience, my dear slut. All will be revealed soon enough.”

You wink at her, enjoying the way her impatience bubbles to the surface.

“After all, you’re already given me the greatest gift I could ever ask for – your beautiful, willing body.”

Rosie huffs in feigned annoyance, but the growing flush on her cheeks betrays her true feelings. She leans in close, her breath tickling your ear.

“Well, in that case, I can’t wait to see what other surprises you have in store for me.”

Her hand trails down your chest, coming to rest teasingly close to your groin.

“I’m sure I’ll find a way to show my appreciation…”

With that, you arrive at the public washroom, the anticipation building as you step inside, ready to indulge in your wicked plans.

As we enter the public washroom, the eyes of the men inside immediately zero in on Rosie’s alluring form. Their gazes roam hungrily over her body, clearly surprised and intrigued by the presence of a woman in their domain. Rosie revels in the attention, a coy smile playing on her lips as she slowly removes her coat, revealing her nude, sexy body to the captivated onlookers.

You tug Rosie close to your side, claiming your stake. Pulling her into a passionate kiss, you let your free hand roam over the gentle curves of her figure. Breaking the kiss, you address the men, your voice thick with authority.

“Gentlemen, today’s my birthday, and I plan on giving you all a party. So, here’s my insatiable slut Rosie for all of you to use however you wish. But there’s one condition – you all need to cum in this bowl.”

You hold up the bowl, a wicked grin spreading across your face. The men’s eyes light up with excitement, their gazes filled with lust as they eagerly crowd around Rosie. She stands there, basking in their hungry stares, her body trembling with anticipation.

Rosie’s eyes sparkle with wicked delight as she sinks to her knees without any hesitation, her gaze fixed hungrily on the growing bulges in the men’s trousers. Without hesitation, she begins to rub her face against the hardening cocks, eliciting groans of pleasure from the eager crowd. The men express their gratitude to you, thrilled at the opportunity to indulge in your generous birthday gift.

Rosie’s movements are sensual and deliberate, her soft skin caressing the fabric-covered shafts. She lets out little hums of satisfaction, savoring the feel and scent of their arousal. The men watch, transfixed, as she lavishes attention on their crotches, her tongue occasionally darting out to tease the sensitive areas.

As the men’s excitement builds, Rosie glances up at you, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She knows exactly what she’s doing, driving the men wild with her shameless display of wanton need. The room is filled with the sounds of their groans and the rustling of fabric as they struggle to contain their urges.

The men’s demands ring out in unison, their voices thick with lust.

“Spread your legs, slut! Let us see that pretty pink pussy!”

Rosie glances up at you, her eyes sparkling with wicked delight. At your nod of approval, she immediately complies, shamelessly spreading her legs wide. The men cheer and jeer, their gazes hungrily devouring the sight of her glistening, exposed pink pussy.

“Look at that, boys! Bet it tastes as sweet as it looks,”

One man growls, eliciting a chorus of lewd agreements. Another man steps forward, running a finger along Rosie’s slit, causing her to shiver with pleasure.

“Mmm, bet this little whore is soaking wet and ready to be used.”

The filthy comments continue to flow as the men crowd around Rosie, their hands reaching out to touch and explore her willing body. She revels in their attention, her chest heaving with excitement as she prepares to service them all.

You join the eager crowd, scolding Rosie playfully.

“Come now, my dear slut, you know these trousers won’t just remove themselves.”

Rosie’s eyes light up with wicked delight, and without hesitation, she sets to work. Her nimble fingers swiftly unbuckle belts and unzip flies, freeing the men’s throbbing cocks from their confines.

As each shaft is exposed, the men waste no time in hurling a barrage of degrading, slut-shaming insults at Rosie.

“Look at this greedy whore, can’t get enough cock!”

One man sneers.

“You’re nothing but a cum dumpster, aren’t you, you filthy slut?”

Another jeers.

Rosie revels in the humiliation, her cheeks flushing with arousal as she bares her body to the jeering crowd. She meets their hateful gazed with a coy smile, her tongue darting out to wet her lips in anticipation.

“That’s right, I’m just a dirty little slut who needs to be used and filled with your cum. Please, don’t hold back – degrade me however you want!”

Rosie rises to her feet, a wicked grin spreading across her face. She begins to strike a series of provocative, slutty poses, her body undulating with feline grace. Leaning back slightly, she runs her hands over her curves, accentuating the swell of her hips and the fullness of her breasts.

“Look at me, you animals,”

Rosie purrs, her voice dripping with shameless desire.

“I’m nothing but a dirty whore you craves your cocks.”

She turns around, bending at the waist to give the men a tantalizing view of her round, firm ass and glistening pussy.

The men groan in approval, their eyes drinking in every inch of Rosie’s shameless display. She glances back over her shoulder, her eyes hooded with lust.

“Come on, use me however you want. I’m just a pathetic slut who needs to be filled.”

As you come forward on her bent form, you gently slide your throbbing cock into Rosie’s waiting pussy, she lets out a pleasured scream that echoes through the washroom. The other men erupt in cheers, three of them stepping forward eagerly. One slides his shaft into Rosie’s eager mouth, while the other two receive her skilled handjobs.

The men shower Rosie with a barrage of filthy, lustful words, praising her insatiable hunger for their cocks. You tease her playfully, your voice dripping with amusement.

“Well, my dear, are you enjoying yourself? You certainly seem to be reveling in all this attention, you stupid whore!”

Rosie’s eyes are alight with wanton desire as she services the men. Her hips rock back against your thrusts, her mouth and hands working tirelessly to please the others. The room is filled with the sounds of their collective moans and the slick, wet noises of your carnal activities.

Rosie is in her element, basking in the degradation and humiliation as she fulfills her role as the group’s eager cum dumpster. Her body trembles with unbridled lust, every inch of her skin flushed with arousal. She is the epitome of a shameless, insatiable whore – and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

The men shower Rosie with barrage of filthy, lustful words, praising her insatiable hunger for their cocks. One of them grips her hair tightly, growling into her ear.

“That’s right, you greedy slut, take my cock deep down your throat. Show us how much you love being used as a cum dump!”

Rosie moans around the shaft filling her mouth, her eyes rolling back in her head as she swallows him to the hilt. The man’s hips snap forward ruthlessly, chasing his own release. With a guttural groan, he empties himself directly into Rosie’s throat, refusing to pull out.

Rosie’s eyes widen briefly, but she quickly recovers, gulping down every last drop of his seed. As he withdraws, leaving her lips glistening, another man surged forward, ready to take his place. But Rosie raises a hand, stopping him.

She turns to you, her expression coy yet questioning.

“Are you enjoying the show, birthday boy? I hope this is everything you dreamed of and more.”

Her voice is thick with arousal, yet there’s a hint of genuine curiosity in her tone.

You growl with pleasure, your hips snapping forward as you fuck Rosie’s pussy senselessly.

“You’re damn right I’m enjoying this, you insatiable slut. This is exactly what you were made for – to be used and filled with cock.”

Rosie turns her head forward, her expression coy yet desperate.

“Oh, I’m so glad you’re enjoying it, birthday boy. Please, I need more!”

She seductively begs, her voice dripping with wanton need.

The waiting man steps forward, a predatory growl rumbling in his chest.

“That’s it, you shameless whore, beg for it. You look so goddamn perfect when you’re begging to be used.”

He grabs a handful of Rosie’s hairs, yanking her head back as he positions his throbbing cock at her lips.

Rosie’s eyes light up with delight, her tongue darting out to tease the tip of his shaft. She whimpers softly, her body trembling with anticipation.

“Please, sir, I need your cock in my mouth. I’ll be such a good little slut for you, I promise!”

The men continue to shower Rosie with a barrage of lustful praise and degrading slut-shaming as you fuck her pussy senselessly. Her body trembles with wanton need, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around your throbbing shaft.

On her mouth, the cocks keep changing, the men taking turns plunging their shafts between her eager lips. They groan with pleasure, praising her skilled tongue and throat as they deposit their loads directly down her gullet. Rosie swallows it all hungrily, her eyes alight with depraved delight.

“That’s it, you filthy whore, drink it all down!”

One man growls, his hips snapping forward as he empties himself. As he withdraws, another immediately takes his place, sliding his cock into Rosie’s well-used mouth without hesitation.

The room is filled with the sounds of their collective moans and the wet, sloppy noises of Rosie servicing them all. She is the epitome of a shameless, insatiable cum dumpster, and she revels in every moment of her degradation.

As man after man takes their turn, they greedily pump their seed down Rosie’s waiting throat. She gulps it all down hungrily, her eyes alight with depraved delight. But suddenly, she recalls your earlier instruction – that they were all to cum into the bowl.

Pulling the latest cock from her mouth, Rosie turns to the group, her voice dripping with need.

“Wait, wait! I almost forgot – master said you all need to cum in the bowl.”

She casts a pleading look, her body still rocking back against your relentless thrusts.

The men pause, grunting in frustration, but quickly comply. One by one, they begin to stroke themselves, aiming their twitching shafts towards the bowl. Rosie watches, licking her lips in anticipation, as the first thick ropes of cum begin to splatter against the sides of the bowl.

As the men continue to fill the bowl, Rosie clenches her inner muscles around your cock, her expression one of pure, unadulterated bliss.

As the men continue to take turns using Rosie’s mouth, they replace their own hands with Rosie’s mouth to jerk their cock, guiding her mouth to stroke their throbbing shafts. When each man feels his release approaching, he quickly pulls out, aiming his cock towards the waiting bowl to deposit his load.

In the midst of this, you gently whisper into Rosie’s ear that you’re close to climaxing. Rosie, her mouth currently stuffed with another man’s cock, lets out a muffled moan of delight. As the latest man withdraws to add his seed to the bowl, Rosie stops the next in line.

Turning her head over her shoulder, Rosie looks at you with lust-filled eyes.

“Please, birthday boy, I want you to cum inside me. Don’t hold back!”

Without hesitation, she turns her head back around, eagerly swallowing down the waiting cock as you thrust into her welcoming pussy.

As you reach your climax, you unleash a torrent of seed deep into Rosie’s welcoming pussy. She moans rapturously around the cock currently filling her mouth, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through the man. Suddenly, Rosie’s body is wracked by a powerful orgasm, her pussy clenching and squeezing your shaft as she shamelessly squirts, coating your groin with her arousal.

The other men erupt in cheers, their voices dripping with lust and admiration.

“Look at that, the slut’s cumming like a bitch in heat!”

One man growls.

“Fuck, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen!”

Another exclaims, his hips snapping forward as he empties himself into the waiting bowl.

Rosie is the picture of debauched ecstasy, her mind lost in the throes of her climax. She continues to suck and stroke the cock in her mouth, determined to milk every last drop from its owner. The washroom is filled with the sounds of their collective moans and the wet, sloppy noises of their carnal activities.

As the waves of her intense orgasm subside, Rosie exclaims breathlessly.

“OH MY GOD, that was the best climax I’ve ever had in my life!”

The men erupt in laughter, hurling a barrage of filthy, degrading comments her way.

“Look at this shameless slut, loving every second of her gangbang!”

One man jeers.

“You’re nothing but a greedy little cum dumpster, aren’t you?”

Another sneers.

Suddenly without warning, you align your cock with Rosie’s tight asshole and push inside, immediately setting a rough, punishing pace. Rosie cried out, the sudden intrusion overwhelming her senses. She stumbles, falling to the dirty floor of the washroom.

A man lying in wait quickly slides beneath her, aligning his shaft with Rosie’s dripping pussy. With a predatory growl, he rams his cock into her, stretching her to the limit. The dual penetration causes Rosie scream out in a unadulterated pleasure.

Seizing the opportunity, another man surges forward, shoving his throbbing member into Rosie’s open mouth. She gags briefly, but quickly finds her rhythm, her tongue swirling and her throat constricting around the intrusion.

Rosie is utterly overwhelmed, her body a conduit for the men’s carnal desires. Yet, her expressions is one of pure, unbridled ecstasy – she is in her element, reveling in the degradation and humiliation, her every need and fantasy being fulfilled.

As you slam into Rosie’s tight ass, you slap her cheeks roughly, growling in her ear.

“Take it, you filthy slut! You love getting used like the whore you are, don’t you?”

The man pounding her pussy grunts in pleasure.

“Fuck, she’s still so tight, even after being passed around like this. What greedy little cunt!”

Rosie moans around the cock filling her mouth, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through the man. As he withdraws to add his load to the waiting bowl, Rosie turns to both of you, her expression coy and seductive.

“Mmm, you boys feel so good inside me, especially you birthday boy y/n, seems you can’t get enough of me. I’m your dirty little cum dump, aren’t I? Please, don’t stop using me – I need more of your delicious cum!”

For the next half hour, you continue to fuck Rosie’s tight ass senselessly, your hips snapping forward with ruthless abandon. The other men take turns using her other holes, their cocks pounding into her relentlessly.

Rosie moans and screams in pleasure, her body wracked by wave after wave of ecstasy. The men shower her with a barrage of degrading insults, praising her as a filthy, insatiable cum dumpster.

“That’s it, you greedy slut, take our cocks! You were born to be used like this,”

One man growls, slamming into her pussy with bruising force.

As each man nears his climax, he withdraws to add his load to the steadily-filling bowl. Rosie’s eyes are wild with lust, her entire being focused on servicing the group to the best of her abilities.

After hours of relentless use, Rosie lies sprawled on the floor, her body utterly spent from the relentless gangbang. Her pussy is extremely overstimulated, and swollen, each twitch sending shockwaves of pleasure-pain through her frame. The constant climaxes she’s experienced from the endless pleasure of being fucked by so many cocks leaving her in a daze.

The bowl beside her is filled to the brim with the collective seed of the men who have used her. As the other men finally begin to tire, they withdraw from Rosie’s well-used holes. Despite her exhaustion, you continue to switch between her well-used pussy and her tight, clenching asshole, driving into her with unrelenting fervor. Rosie moans weakly, her voice hoarse from all the screaming.

“Did you… did you like it, birthday boy?”

She manages to ask, her expression a mix of blissful satisfaction and genuine curiosity.

“I’ve never felt so alive, so… so completely used. It was everything I ever dreamed of and more.”

She gazes up at you, her eyes shining with adoration.

“And you? Did you enjoy watching me get passed around like the filthy slut I am? Seeing me reduced to nothing more than a receptacle for your pleasure?”

As the hours drag on, Rosie’s body becomes the epicenter of a seemingly endless gangbang. One man after another enters the washroom to fresh themselves but eventually use Rosie’s well-worn holes. Despite the constant barrage of penetration, Rosie’s pussy and ass remain tight and responsive, clenching down greedily on your cock as you continue to fill her again and again.

Her expression is one of pure, unadulterated bliss – the very picture of a shameless, insatiable whore. Rosie’s moans and cries of pleasure echo off the tiled walls, spurring on the men to be ever rougher and more relentless in their use of her body.

Despite the countless cocks that have plundered her holes, Rosie’s pussy and ass still grip you with a vice-like intensity. She whimpers and moans with each thrust, her mind lost in a haze of pleasure and depraved fulfillment.

“Please, y/n, don’t stop!”

She begs, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I need your cum, I need it so badly. Fill me up again and again!”

Rosie’s shameless words only serve to stoke the flames of your lust. With a primal growl, you resume your relentless pounding, determined to give the insatiable slut exactly what she craves.

For the next half hour you fucked her relentlessly cumming inside her countless time.

As you finally withdraw from Rosie’s well-used pussy, she lets out a soft whimper of disappointment and satisfaction. However, your words quickly catch her attention.

“Wear your coat, pet. It’s time to head back.”

Rosie nods obediently, quickly slipping back into her coat, though her eyes remain filled with curiosity.

“But what the bowl, y/n?”

She asks, glancing over at the receptacle filled to the brim with the collective seed of the men who have used her.

“What are you going to do with all that?”

You offer her an enigmatic smile.

“You’ll just have to wait and see, my dear. Now come along, we mustn’t keep my friend waiting any longer.”

Rosie falls into step beside you, her mind racing with possibilities. Whatever you have planned, she knows it will be deliciously decadent. With a barely contained shiver of anticipation, she follows you out of the washroom, eager to discover what delights await her back home.

As you reach back home, your friend, Rosie, and you settle on the couch. your friend gently removes Rosie’s coat, taking in her disheveled state with amusement.

“My, my, Rosie. Look at you baby, all destroyed and used.”

He exclaims.

“Fuck babes, how many men had their way with you today? Hmm?”

He asks, his voice tinged with playful curiosity.

Rosie and you both giggle at his question.

“Oh, we lost count, darling.”

She coos, leaning in to plant a kiss on his cheek.

After a few moments of laughter, your friend’s gaze falls upon the bowl you’ve brought back. His brow furrows slightly.

“And what’s this?”

He inquired, gesturing towards the receptacle.

You grin, your voice laced with amusement.

“These are the seeds of the men who so thoroughly enjoyed your girlfriend today, my friend. A little momento, if you will.”

Your friend looks at you with a raised eyebrow when you asked him to get undressed, but the amusement in his expression is clear.

“And what exactly did you have in mind?”

He asks, his voice tinged with curiosity.

You lean in, a dark chuckle escaping your lips.

“I though we might have a little fun with our dear Rosie. You see, I have a plan to put that bowl of seed to good use.”

You gesture towards the receptacle, your eyes gleaming with mischief. Your friend’s eyes widen in understanding, and a grin spreads across his face.

“I see. Well then, let’s not keep the lady waiting then.”

With that, he begins to undress, his movements confident and sure. Rosie’s eyes light up as she watches the two of you disrobe. She sinks to her knees, her gaze locked on your growing erections. Her lips part, a silent plea for you to use her.

“Go on, pet,”

You murmur, your voice low and commanding.

“Beg for it.”

Rosie doesn’t hesitate, her words tumbling out in a desperate rush.

“Please, use me! Let me pleasure you both. I need your cocks, your cum – I’ll drink it all down, I promise!”

Rosie eagerly takes turns sucking on our throbbing cocks for the next half hour, her mouth moving with a hungry, desperate rhythm. She moans around the thick shafts, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through you both.

As she switches between our members, Rosie’s body trembles with wave after wave of climax. Yet she never falters, her dedication to pleasing you unwavering.

“Mmm, your cocks taste soo good,”

She purrs, her eyes hooded with lust.

“I’m going to drink every last drop of your delicious cums.”

Rosie’s filthy words only spur you both on, both of your hips bucking as you draw closer to the edge. She redoubles her efforts, her tongue swirling and her throat constricting around your aching members.

The room is filled with the sounds of your collective moans and the wet, sloppy noises of Rosie’s ministrations.

Rosie’s eyes widen in surprise as you and your friend announce that you’re about to climax. She watches intently as you both aim your throbbing cock at the bowl, depositing your seed into the already full bowl.

Your friend told Rosie

“Here Rosie, here’s your reward.”

You added

“Now come and drink it Rosie.”

“What? You want me to drink all of that?”

Rosie exclaims, her voice laced with a mix of shock and playful disbelief.

“There’s no way I can do that!”

She teases, a coy smile playing on her lips.

“Well, since you both want it so badly then how can I refuse, and afterall, you birthday boy y/n this is your wish and your birthday so I got to do it.”

With a playful wink, Rosie crawls to you and your friend near the couch.

Rosie gazes up at you and your friend, her eyes sparkling with wanton desire. Without a moment’s hesitation, she dips her head into the bowl, her pink tongue eagerly lapping up the mingled seed within.

A guttural moan of pure ecstasy escapes her lips as salty, viscous fluid coats her tongue and slides down her throat. She drinks greedily.

Pulling her face from the bowl, Rosie grins brightly, her features smeared with the collective cum.

“Mmm, it all tastes so good! I just can’t get enough.”

With that, she plunges her face back into the bowl, her whole head disappearing beneath the surface of cum.

Your friend and you watch the debauched display, passing filthy comments ass Rosie revels in her depravity.

“Look at the greedy slut, drowning herself in the mixed seed. She’s insatiable!”

Rosie’s muffled moans of ecstasy only spur you on, your words growing increasingly vulgar and degrading.

Your friend and you continue to shower Rosie with a barrage of degrading insults, mocking her as a filthy, greedy dog as she hungrily laps up the mingled seed from the bowl. The girl revels in the humiliation, her eyes wild with lust.

“That’s it, you shameless bitch, drink it all down!”

Your friend growls, his voice dripping with contempt.

“You’re nothing but a cum-drunk whore, aren’t you?”

Rosie moans in ecstasy, her tongue darting out to lap up the cum. The excess fluid coats her face, dripping down her chin and nose as she hungrily inhales the cum through her nose as well. Her body starts trembling with intense climax, her pussy clenching around nothing as she descends further into depravity.

Rosie’s body trembles with one intense climax after another as she greedily laps up the mingled seed from the bowl. Your friend and you watch in awe, marvelling at how the insatiable Rosie is orgasming so desperately, simply from drinking down the collective cum of her numerous users.

“Look at the filthy slut, cumming like a bitch in heat,”

Your friend sneers, his voice dripping with contempt.

“She can’t get enough, can she?”

Rosie moans in response, her darting out to lick every last drop of cum.

After several minutes, Rosie finally finishes, gazing up at you with her mouth open and eyes rolled back in a perfect aegyo. Her tongue darts out, showcasing that she has indeed gulped down every last drop of the mingled seed. The sight is utterly debauched, yet undeniably captivating.

Rosie gazes up at me, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“So, birthday boy y/n, did you enjoy your little present?”

She purrs, her voice dripping with seduction.

You can’t help but grin, utterly captivated by the depraved display you’ve witnessed.

“Enjoyed it? Darling, this has been the best birthday surprise I could have every asked for.”

You reach down, gently caressing her cum-stained cheek.

“You’ve been an absolute dream.”

Rosie leans into your touch, a soft sigh of contentment escaping her lips.

“I’m so glad you feel that way y/n.”

Her tongue darts out, licking a stray droplet of cum from the corner of her mouth.

With a coy smile, Rosie rises to her feet, her movements graceful despite her thoroughly used state. She saunted over to the couch, hips swaying with each step, before straddling your laps on the couch. Her lips brush against yours in a featherlight kiss, teasing and tantalizing.

“The night is still young, birthday boy.”

“And I’m not done with you just yet….”

( Happiest birthday to my dearest friend @s-shirooo, many many returns of the day bro, i'm really glad we both are friends. It's been 1 year since we both are friends and I'm thoroughly grateful 🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾. I hope we continue to enjoy Lisa and Rosie together 🫶🏾. once again happy birthday. 🫶🏾)

[4ranghaes]

not a christmas request but i saw ur post about threesomes… begging on my knees for sungho and taesan hard dom and soft dom

park sungho x han taesan x reader [smut, fem!reader, taesan and reader are in established relationship, threesome]

warnings - SMUT!!! MDNI!!!!!! hard dom!taesan, soft dom!sungho, sub!reader, kind of brat!reader, sungho just walks right in but lets say now there’s established consent, cunnilingus, overstimulation, boys kissing, degradation, use of many varying nicknames (slut, bitch, princess, darling, baby), they talk about reader as though she’s not there, blowjob, penetration, once again no mention of protection but i’m saying here they used it because ALWAYS USE PROTECTION, mentions of edging & spanking, very shittily written aftercare

22:05 - “y/n, i’m warning you,” taesan spoke, grabbing your waist and pulling you close, muttering just beside your ear, “if you try and touch me again you’re not gonna cum for the rest of this fucking year, let alone this month.”

you looked up at your boyfriend, stern eyes looking back at you as you giggled. he rolled his eyes, kissing his teeth in frustration. taesan grabbed your arm, beginning to drag you in the direction of his room.

“ah, let go of me! taesan, i didn’t do anything! i said let—”

the two of you stopped in your tracks, greeted with the sight of sungho exiting the bathroom.

“oh, sorry!” he smiled, the smile fading as he looked at your hurt expression, “wh– are you okay, y/n?”

you smirked at taesan before turning to his friend with a teasingly whiny voice, “no! he’s dragging me around, sungho! help me, please…”

sungho rolled his eyes, used to your antics. he turned to taesan, though, and stopped when he saw the angry look in his eye.

“taesan?” he said, trying to get his attention off wherever his friend’s mind was now (you), “what’s happening here?”

“nothing,” your boyfriend grumbled, “just leave us, okay?” he opened his bedroom door, pushing you into the room before turning back to sungho, “and, uh, you might want to go out for a while.”

sungho scoffed, rolling his eyes, “don’t tell me you’re one of those.”

“one of what?!”

“those jealous, riled up boyfriends. the ones who think it’s sexy to punish and punch their girl about,” sungho teased. you giggled, watching from the bedroom, taesan’s head whipping round to glare at you. sungho smiled, “look at how lovely she is. how pretty.”

your smile grew as sungho entered the room, cupping your face in his hands. he hummed, “so, what was your plan for her, taesan?”

your boyfriend sighed heavily, walking in the room and pulling the door shut behind him, locking it too. he approached you with a mean glint in his eye, not even sparing a glance to sungho.

“i was gonna tease her. make her think she was special, that i was gonna let her cum, when in reality i’d edge her. over, and over, and over until she’s crying and whining and begging me in that beautiful little slutty way that she does,” taesan smirked, “and then, if she could handle it, i’d make her cum. over, and over, and over. not before ‘punching her about’, of course,” he used air quotes, jeering at sungho’s earlier words. “i’d say 10 hits would do it.”

you were biting your lip, stood cowering under the gaze of both men. taesan smiled, gripping your chin with his thumb and first finger, “and you’d love it, wouldn’t you? since you’ve been teasing me all day like a little slut. i know you must be horny.”

he moved your head for you in an up and down motion. sungho pouted towards you, your eyeline being stolen by him. he brushed taesan’s hand off your face, cupping your cheek instead.

“but look at her, taesan! i’m sure she’s been a tease, but isn’t that just because she’s lonely? maybe you’ve been neglecting her, have you ever thought about that?!” sungho exclaimed, an overdramatic pout staying on his lips, “if she was mine to play with, i’d treat her just right. kissing her softly, making her cum over and over again, sure, but making sure she’s alright in between. i’m sure you’d be so good for me, darling, wouldn’t you?”

you nodded quickly, taesan scoffing. you glared at him. “oh? what’s that look for?!” he scolded, “on the bed, now.”

you sighed, doing as he said as sungho bit his lip, watching as you stripped down to your underwear - as you knew taesan wanted - and climbing on his bed, getting on your knees.

sungho laughed, “what have you done to her?! trained her like a dog!”

taesan scoffed, “as if. she never listens. she’s just showing off since you’re here. isn’t that right, princess? eh?”

you stayed silent, taesan shaking his head at your lack of an answer. he looked to sungho, jeering, “you think you know how to treat her so right? you go ahead. i’ll watch, maybe learn a couple things. or maybe, you’ll learn a couple things from me, hmm?”

sungho chuckled, nodding, “alright. is that okay, y/n, sweetie?” you looked at him, nodding wordlessly. “don’t be shy, darling. use your words whenever you want.”

you smiled, sparing taesan a quick look before staring back into sungho’s eyes. he was stood beside the bed now, fingers gently caressing your jaw as you stared up at him, “of course, sungho.”

the older man smiled, leaning down and kissing your lips gently, “good.” you stared up at him with big eyes, sungho chuckling as he started kissing down your neck, his hand was gripping your waist tightly, pulling you to straddle his lap. you started grinding down - no matter if it was teasing or not, taesan was right, you were horny and had been all day.

sungho chuckled into your neck, pulling away to admire your body, “does that feel good, darling?”

you nodded, whimpering slightly as your hands found purchase on his wide shoulders, continuing to grind down. he smiled, moving his hands to your back and undoing your bra. he let it drop to the floor, hands preoccupied with coming to massage your breasts, groaning in delight as he did so.

“you’re so responsive,” he hummed, as your body moved to his, trying to get as close as humanly possible. you were practically climbing his body, moving your knees and thighs, arms and head trying to mount him, “i know, i know, baby. it’s okay. come on, lie down.”

he placed his hands on your waist, moving you to lay against the bed as he kneeled between your legs, wrapping them around his body. you whined, tugging at his t-shirt as he crawled over you.

he chuckled, sitting up and tugging it off in one motion, “happy?”

you moaned as you nodded, his hand rubbing circles up your thigh, edging closer to your heat. taesan scoffed from the corner of the room, making you glance at him; sungho didn’t take his eyes off of you.

“she’s never been spoiled like this before,” taesan hummed, “i’m gonna have to put her in line again.”

“don’t mind him, baby,” sungho cooed, “come on, use your words, what do you want from me?” you bit your lip, sungho smiling slightly as his fingers lightly brushed over your folds, “you want my fingers? or… my mouth?”

his face was hovering over your cunt now, hot breath hitting the thin barrier of your panties.

“your mouth, sungho! oh fuck please– i need it.”

he smiled, pulling your panties down quickly, “you’re such a good girl. using your words like a big girl. well done, princess.”

taesan tutted, making you send him a glare. your boyfriend scoffed from across the room, “you wanna give me that fucking look, princess?!”

you bit your lip, ready to say something in return when sungho’s mouth closed in around your clit, sucking on the bud before flicking over it with his tongue. you moaned loudly, thighs moving to crush his head, your back arching off the bed.

he didn’t move your thighs as they wrapped around him, surely harming his air supply. his hands were just too busy gripping at the fat of your hips. instead, he just moved his head with the movement of your body, and you were free to move as you felt necessary. suddenly, taesan’s hands were on your thighs, as he knelt on the bed beside you, pinning them to the mattress. you recognised the soft feel of your boyfriend’s hands, but you couldn’t see him, eyes screwed shut in pleasure as you moaned and whined.

sungho’s tongue was now working on your hole, two of his fingers moving on your clit. you looked down finally, his long hair framing his face as he looked positively drunk off your pussy. you threw you head back, looking up to taesan in the process. his eyes were trained on sungho’s mouth, a slightly pissed off look on his face. he heard his hyung moaning, his expression morphing into a cocky smile.

“she tastes good, doesn’t she?” he smirked, leaning down and kissing your lips gently, you whimpered at the contact, your hand moving to to thread itself in his dark hair, the other doing the same with sungho’s long locks. “my beautiful girl. best pussy in the world.”

you gasped, maintaining eye contact with your boyfriend as sungho’s mouth and fingers brought you over the edge, “sung– sungho! gonna cum, oh! f– god! fuck…”

his mouth remained on you after you’d cum, your hands tugging on both boys’ hair as you whined in overstimulation.

“alright man, enough,” taesan scolded, pulling his friend away, sungho smirking wildly at the both of you - his lower face covered with your juices.

taesan felt a pang of what, jealousy? no… something else, deep in his stomach as he looked at the sight.

“you’re right,” sungho panted, “she’s delicious.”

taesan swallowed his pride, finally locating the feeling as he grabbed sungho by the back of the head, pulling him – and his lips, towards him. taesan groaned, getting a taste of all of you from his friends’ lips.

sungho pulled away first, having been shocked into silence while taesan continued smirking. he’d always admired the eldest member, you knew, you could see it from glances he sent across the room along with how he spoke about him in private. it was true you also found sungho attractive, but you knew that taesan had been secretly wanting this for as long, if not longer, than you.

“come on darling, since you’ve already been so spoiled and cum yourself, get me off,” taesan panted, standing in front of the bed, his hips practically thrust into your face as you sat up, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them down while maintaining eye contact.

taesan’s cock was rock hard, his self-control wearing thin as you licked over his boxers. he grabbed your hair, pulling your head back and leaning down to hiss in your face.

“don’t play any fucking games with me, bitch,” he hissed, some spit landing on your face as he spoke, “you know what you’re meant to do. be good. he won’t always be around to protect you.”

you shivered, whimpering as you nodded quickly, making taesan smile. he let go of your hair, standing back up and allowing you to pull down his boxers, licking a stripe up his bare cock before spitting on the tip, letting it, along with his slick, drip down the length, lubing him up.

“if you want to overwhelm her that badly,” sungho interrupted, taesan rolling his eyes at the sound of his voice, “why don’t we have a go at the same time?”

your boyfriend smirked down at you, as you looked with big, daunted eyes between the two men. “you think you can fuck her the way she deserves?”

“that depends what you term ‘deserves’,” sungho pushed back, “but she’s just cum, pretty hard too, if i say so, so either way she’ll be overstimulated.”

your head was moving back and forth as the men spoke about you like you weren’t even in the room, though neither of them took their eyes off of you.

“well i know you couldn’t fuck her throat like she deserves,” taesan spat, “so go ahead. show me what you got.”

sungho finally looked away from you, head moving to smirk at his friend, “haven’t i already?”

the older man pulled down his pyjama bottoms, hand trailing down your body as he took his position behind you. taesan glared at his friend, but moved in front of your face, his hand holding your jaw lazily.

“take it, princess, you know how,” he said, eyebrows raised as he watched you start to take his cock in your mouth. not having your hands as an option, you quickly took it to the base. taesan’s hands playing with your hair as he watched with a proud smile. he started thrusting his hips gently as you relaxed your throat. “that’s it– fuck, you’re such a slut taking two dicks at once. bet you’ve been dreaming about this.”

sungho bit his lip at taesan’s words, leaning down and kissing along your spine as he murmured comforting words, “i’m gonna put it in now, okay baby? i’ll go slow since i know it’s your first time taking two. you’re doing so well.”

he pushed his cock in your dripping hole slowly, leaving you whining around taesan’s cock as he did so. he wasn’t as long as taesan, you supposed their height represented them there, but he was a little thicker, and he was confident in his movements, moving slowly and surely as he finally bottomed out inside you. he waited for a moment, panting to try and calm himself down, his hands stroking your hips gently.

“so good, darling, so good for me,” sungho breathed, voice shaking with restraint, “i’m gonna move now.”

taesan stopped thrusting for a minute, he may have been mean but he certainly didn’t want to hurt you. he watched your entire body move as sungho began to thrust in and out, his strong arms holding your hips and moving your body with him. there was basically no need for taesan to move anymore, your mouth already being dragged up and down his cock. but he smirked with an idea, eyes flitting to sungho’s worried face.

“good girl,” sungho cooed, leaning down and kissing your spine again.

“so fucking good,” taesan grunted, beginning to move out of sync with his hyung’s thrusts. you were being stuffed full, whichever direction you moved. “ff-fuck. such a slut taking us so well. you love taking two at once don’t you? my dirty fucking girl.”

“that’s right, baby, so good,” sungho cooed.

your arms were beginning to give out as you moved to grip at taesan’s thighs instead, your boyfriend sporting an evil smirk and stroking your hair.

“so desperate for me, aren’t you, princess?” taesan cooed back, staring up at sungho with a daring glint in his eye.

“what, gonna kiss me again?” sungho tested.

“bet you’d fucking love that,” taesan hissed, “fuck you, telling me how to fuck my girlfriend.”

“hmm, cause she hated it so much, hey?”

taesan groaned as you swallowed around his cock, sungho grabbing his face while he was vulnerable and smashing their lips together again. both men groaned into the kiss. your pussy clenched around sungho’s cock as you realised what was happening, the man pulling away to let out a moan, stopping to catch his breath. taesan smirked at his reaction.

“best pussy in the world, right?” he goaded, “and it’s all mine.”

“yeah?” sungho hissed, “you say that but this pussy’s clenching around me so good right now, so tight.”

“awfully objectifying way for you to talk,” taesan panted, a moan punctuating the end of his sentence, “i thought that wasn’t your style.”

“it’s not.”

“spank her.”

“taesan, no,” sungho disagreed, shaking his head in a slight disgust.

“go on,” he prompted, an evil smile on his face, “look how good her ass looks, all on display for you right there. jiggling with every thrust. go on. smack it.”

sungho bit his lip, looking down at your ass and how it moved every time his hips slammed into yours. he raised his hand up, smacking once. he immediately used his large palm to rub the area soothingly. he felt shame washing over him, until he heard your loud moans around taesan’s cock, practically choking just to display your pleasure.

taesan smirked, watching sungho’s hand move to smack your ass one more time before moving down to rub your clit.

you started moaning loudly again, taesan groaning and gasping, cumming down your throat without warning.

“take it, take it,” he grunted, pulling out at the end so the last spurts washed over your lips and chin. he grasped at your hair, pulling your head up so you were looking at him, fucked out eyes and cum dripping onto your neck, “there’s my princess. you enjoy taking two cocks, my girl?”

you whined, as taesan frowned. knowing he expected words you tried to put anything your brain could manage together, your body still being thrust forward with every snap of sungho’s hips, sounds of your wetness and skin slapping echoing through the room, “s–so… fuck. sungho so– ah! p-please… god! oh my god…”

taesan smirked, keeping his grip on your hair so he could see your fucked out face, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as sungho’s pace increased.

“i– i’m gonna cum,” he muttered, voice tight, “fuck, y/n, so good for me. your pussy’s so good– so tight. fuck! such a good girl– are you cumming?”

his hand worked desperately on your clit as you whined loudly. taesan smiled at your reaction, “yeah, she’s cumming.”

“m-me too. let’s cum together, princess,” sungho panted, hips moving faster than his brain as he spilled his load into the condom, a loud groan escaping his lips.

his body flopped against yours as he stopped, both of you panting to catch your breath. taesan let go of your hair, watching as you collapsed onto the bed.

he quickly got up and left the room, sungho furrowing his eyebrows as he watched. he moved to your upper body, massaging your back gently as he cooed, “you did so well, princess. can i get you anything? do you need water?”

“she needs to be cleaned up first,” taesan said, arriving back in the room with a wet cloth and a towel, “she doesn’t like the dirty feeling of it on her body.”

he rolled you onto your back, tapping your face gently. “hey princess,” he murmured, kissing your cheek before starting to wipe the cum off your face with the cloth, then moving down to wetness dripping down your inner thighs, “you with us?”

you hummed in response, your eyes heavy as you opened them, able to feel the soft towel being rubbed over your body.

“hiya,” taesan smiled, leaning over and kissing your lips, helping you sit up before laying the towel down on the bed. he couldn’t be bothered to change the sheets, but didn’t want to leave the wet patches completely, “you okay?”

you nodded, collapsing onto his body as he smiled affectionately, kissing your shoulder.

“here,” sungho whispered, having collected some clean pants and pyjamas, handing them over to taesan. your boyfriend smiled at the suddenly shy man.

“you need to go and pee,” taesan said, tapping your arm, “can you walk?”

“in a minute,” you whined.

“can you walk?” taesan repeated, looking sternly in your eyes as you sat up from his shoulder.

you nodded, taesan nodded back in reply. he handed you your pants and pyjama top so you were at least decent before you stumbled out the room to the bathroom.

“i’m not an asshole, you know,” taesan said to sungho who was getting dressed back into his pyjamas. the boys then left the room, heading to the kitchen for snacks and drinks, “…just horny.”

sungho laughed, gathering his own juice and snacks. he shook his head, “i didn’t think you were. it was all teasing.”

“we always watch a film, afterwards,” taesan said, slightly shy, “you’re welcome to join us, if you want. i know you like films.”

sungho nodded, smiling.

“and, for that, again… if you want,” taesan said, the men heading back to the bedroom, “turns out, maybe… both our ways are good.”

[burningembers91]

Birthday Girl - Cho Sang-Woo x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

Follow up piece to:

Biggest Regret

What Makes You Happy

Not Like You

Synopsis: it’s your birthday, but everything about the day reminds you of the man who left you. When he shows up to your party, emotions reach boiling point.

It was your birthday today. You’d always loved your special day, and Cho Sang-Woo had always enjoyed spoiling you when it came around. He remembered your last birthday together; he was up to his neck in debt but he still wanted you to have the best day. He bought you a bouquet of flowers and a necklace from a boutique that you liked. He cooked for you because he couldn’t afford to take you out, and then he made love to you in the bed you’d shared, his tongue tracing circles over your clit as you fell apart for him again and again.

He thought about that day a lot. Thought about how beautiful you’d looked, how sweet you’d sounded as he drew your pleasure from you in shuddering moans. He wondered what you’d be doing today, whether Jason would be taking you out. He hadn’t seen you since you’d kissed him, since he’d rejected you yet again and walked away. It had broken his heart to do it, and for a while he’d seriously wondered what the point was in continuing life. He couldn’t face this world without you; he’d been nothing but a shell for the last two years. You had been everything to him, you still were, and he’d walked away from you.

He’d overheard his mum saying you were planning on going out tonight. She’d seen you around a few times, and couldn’t resist meddling. You were both so unhappy, the light faded from your eyes, and it broke her heart. You and her son were meant to be together, but you were both too stubborn to realise it.

“I heard she’s headed to that bar she likes. What’s it called again? Glow, or something like that?”

Sang-Woo had spent many a night in there with you, drinking cocktails and dancing. He hated dancing, hated it with a fiery burning passion but you made it seem more bearable. When money had been good, he’d buy your friends the most expensive champagne, toasting to you. He’d give anything to be back on that dance floor with you, just one more time.

You weren’t looking forward to your birthday this year. Your meeting with Sang-Woo had broken you, and you’d spent the last few weeks being an absolute bitch. You were a bitch to Jason, a bitch to your friends, and a bitch to your colleagues. He’d rejected you again and it had hurt more than the first time had. You and Jason were constantly fighting, screaming matches that lasted into the early hours of the morning. You weren’t happy with him, but you couldn’t bring yourself to let him go. It was selfish of you, but you were scared to be on your own.

Despite your less than stellar attitude, your friends were determined to take you out. You hadn’t told them about Sang-Woo because you knew exactly what they’d say, but not being able to tell anyone was killing you. They were taking you to Glow, the place you’d used to love so much. But now it held nothing but heartache for you, full of memories of you and Sang-Woo.

But you forced yourself to get ready, applying your makeup while you downed half a bottle of wine. Jason was coming too, persuaded by your friends. He knew the relationship was ending, but like you, he didn’t want to be alone.

You drank more than you should have that night, you and Jason getting into yet another screaming match. Your friends didn’t know what to do, didn’t know how to help. They hadn’t seen you like this since you’d been left at the altar and they didn’t know how to help you.

Sang-Woo was sitting outside the club, a cigarette perched between his lips. He didn’t know why he was here, but it was like his feet automatically guided him to you. He was trying to get up the courage to go in, to see if he could find you. He didn’t know exactly what he’d say, but he couldn’t seem to leave you alone. It was torture, the self-inflicted kind that ripped at his soul, tearing him in two. He’d left you twice, and yet he was unable to stay away.

You stormed out of the front doors, tears streaming down your face. You were so angry, so upset and the fact you couldn’t tell anyone was killing you. You felt like you were about to implode, the weight of your emotions suffocating you. You’d left your friends and you boyfriend staring dumbstruck after you, watching you stagger off the dance floor. The song you always danced to with Sang-Woo had started playing, and that had been the final straw.

He saw you exit the club, saw you tumble down the stone steps. He ran forward, hoisting you to your feet, his eyes full of concern.

“What are you doing here?” You cried, “can’t you just leave me alone?”

“I’m sorry,” he said, holding his hands up in surrender. “I just… my mum told me where you were and I… I couldn’t help myself.” He took in your tear streaked face, your makeup smudged and your hair out of place. Had he done this to you?

“What do you want from me?” You sighed, sitting down on the pavement and reaching up for a drag of his cigarette. You hated smoking, but tonight you just needed something to take the edge off and alcohol alone wasn’t cutting it.

“I want you,” he whispered, “but I’m so scared. I can’t give you what you need. I’ll never be able to own a house, or have nice cars, or even go on vacation. That’s not the kind of person you want to be with.”

“How many times do I have to tell you?” You cried, throwing your hands up in the air. “I don’t care about money, or nice cars, or having a big home. All I ever wanted was you. But you always assumed you had to provide me with this life of luxury. I never wanted that.”

You sat staring at each other, the base from the club reverberating through your chest. Even when you cried, you looked so beautiful, and Sang-Woo couldn’t resist.

His lips were on yours in an instant, his teeth grazing your bottom lip as you clung to each other. You tasted like tequila, your tears soaking his cheeks as your fingers gripped his hair.

“Come home with me,” you whispered. “Please.”

Jason didn’t live with you, and after tonight you were pretty sure your relationship was done. But in that moment, you didn’t care; you only wanted Sang-Woo, and in the safety of your apartment, you didn’t need to hide the desperation you felt for him. You didn’t need to worry about being caught.

You hailed a taxi, your lips on each other as soon as you were seated. You tore his jacket from his shoulders, his hands snaking over your thighs and under your mini dress. He could feel the lace of your underwear against the tips of his fingers, could hear you moaning in his ear as he teased you through the delicate fabric.

It took you an age to open the front door, your fingers fumbling with the codes as Sang-Woo kissed your lips, jawline and neck. You were seeing stars, so overwhelmed by the feel of his skin on yours that you couldn’t concentrate.

Stumbling into your apartment, you began removing his shirt, your fingers shaky as you undid the buttons. You gave up three buttons in, ripping his shirt open instead. He was still toned, his muscles still as taut you remembered. You ran your fingers tips over his skin, tracing each line of toned muscle.

“I’ve missed you,” you whispered, pulling his shirt down over him arms before discarding it in a heap on the floor.

“I’ve missed you too,” his whispered, his arms snaking round your waist, his fingers searching for the zip of your dress. “I’ve missed you so much.”

He removed the chiffon fabric from your body, admiring your curves with awe. You’d somehow become even more beautiful since he’d last seen you naked, your delicate skin so soft to the touch. Your black lace underwear was all that remained, and he could see you tremble as he hooked his forefingers over the top of the fabric, pulling them down.

He sank to his knees before you, his tongue tracing patters through your slick folds. Your hands clung to his hair for support, hooking one knee over his shoulder to grant him better access to your tight, wet core. You were shaking, your moans falling in breathy gasps as he slid his fingers inside of you.

“I need more,” you begged, desperate to feel himself inside of you. His tongue, his fingers weren’t enough. You needed all of him.

Sang-Woo picked you up, making his way to your bed before placing you gently down on the mattress.

“I know you need more.” He soothed, trailing his fingers up the soft skin of your inner thighs. “But I need to show you how much I missed you.”

He buried himself between your thighs, his tongue pressing powerful strokes against your clit. You could hear him moan as he tasted you, could feel his urgency in the way his fingers slid in and out of your tight core. He’d always been able to make you feel pleasure beyond anything you’d ever known. You could feel the fire in your belly burn, could feel the wave of ecstasy building. Your legs shook, your hands grasping your silk sheets as you fell apart for him.

Your moans were fucking heavenly, so loud and unabashed as you shook with the intensity of your orgasm.

“Now you can have all of me,” he growled, pulling his pants off before lining himself up against you.

“I need you to fuck me hard,” you whispered. “Don’t hold back.”

The force with which he entered you was on the precipice of pleasure and pain. He stretched you out so deliciously, your moans swallowed as his mouth met yours. He thrust into you hard and fast, the mattress squeaking as you moved together.

It was like you’d never been apart, your bodies so in sync. His teeth grazed your lower lip, his hands braced against your pillow and headboard as he fucked into you again and again.

He could feel himself about to lose control, the edges of his vision blurring as he neared the edge.

“Fuck,” he groaned, pulling you into him as he spilled himself inside of you. You could feel him tremble through the sheer force of his release, could hear his whimpers of pleasure as he made sure you took every last drop of him.

You stay entwined together on your sheets, your lips against his as you waited for your heart rates to return to normal. Sang-Woo couldn’t believe he’d ever left you, couldn’t believe he’d walked away from the woman who brought him so much pleasure.

“Stay with me,” you whispered, pushing yourself further into his body, your head nestled on his chest.

“Always,” he promised you. “I’ll never leave you again, I swear.”

This thing between was you was messy and imperfect. Sang-Woo had a lot of making up to do, a lot of atoning for his sins that had to be done. The road wouldn’t be easy, but you were worth fighting for.

You were made for each other. He only regretted it had taken him so long to realise that nothing could keep you apart.

[bedouinpoet]

Leader, lover, sir, and broken dream Part 2

Part two of the three. Hope you enjoy my lovelies. Part three coming soon.

warning: 18+ only, smuuuut 🫣dom Hotch, mentions of drug and alcohol use, cheating.

Chapter 2, High on Hotchner

1 year later…

You and Hotch never spoke of that kiss after that, you secretly hoped he was more willing to fight for you. But the case went by easy enough. You found the supposed “short white dude” however despite his insecurities he didn’t match your profile especially when you realized the unsub was a woman. You and Reid figured out it was Victoria Baird’s friend Lindsey who had been doing the kidnapping and murdering, jealous of the attention the girls had, feeling she had deserved it more, you found Victoria alive, and the case was a classic profile. After that case you and Reid got closer, he’d invite you to movies in the park every Sunday, and your friendship grow and you were so glad to have an uncomplicated love, a friendship, and even though you two were just friends, when around Hotch, you made sure to hug him more, lean your head on his shoulder, tease him. Maybe you wanted to punish Hotch, or maybe you were just a glutton for punishment, but you wanted Hotch to be jealous, you wanted him to fight for you, to want you, maybe that was toxic but you felt like he deserved it. However even that didn’t last, because one year after that Kiss Aaron Hotchner moved on, and got a girlfriend, Beth. And you couldn’t even deny it, she was great, great with Jack, great for Hotch, clearly made Hotch happy but it seemed everyone else already knew about Beth except you, you were the last to find out after supporting him during his triathlon. At first you were gonna ignore it, brush it off but it simply kept biting at you, finally Pen made a good point that you couldn’t argue.

“if you and Hotch are actually gonna at least be friends then BE friends, that means TALKING! My lovely lovely iron heart girl. Actually talking, even about the icky uncomfortable talks about feelings-“ she had a point so here you are waiting, waiting for Hotch to be alone and once Garcia leaves she gives you a thumbs up and whispered “good luck” and you make your way to his office. You tap gently on his door, but it’s enough to get his attention. He looks up at you in momentary surprise but quickly reverting back to his usual serious disposition. “Y/n? What’s up?” You stand awkwardly in front of his desk, trying desperately to not remember all the things you two did on that desk, and his chair, and the sofa, and the floor. You sit down so he doesn’t see your legs shake as you get hornier, closing your legs and you clear your throat. “I just wanted to talk to you about something if that’s okay?” “of course” he puts his hands on his desk casually and you refuse to look at those stupid sexy big hairy hands. “Hotch….why didn’t you tell me about Beth? I mean….it just seemed like everyone else knew about her? Specially Dave BUT me, and I thought we agreed we were gonna try to be friends-friends mention that sort of thing Hotch-“

”do they?” His tone seemed accusatory and you didn’t get why but his face remained the same furrowed eyebrow way “what?”

“Well you said friends say these kind of things but when I asked you on repeated occasion what’s going on between you and Spencer Reid, you tell me its none of my business or accuse me of only asking because I am jealous.”

you feel your cheeks flush with shame but that heat then turns to anger and defence “that’s different Hotch and you know it-“

“how so?”

you feel your attitude showing up even though you told yourself not to make this an argument, every time you two have spoken you end up bickering “because I’m not accusing you of boning a co worker AGAIN first Morgan then Reid, Jeeze it’s like you think heaven forbid someone could just be friends with me without me wanting to fuck em!? And for your information no. Me and Reid are just friends. Close friends sure, but friends….and if that’s seriously why you didn’t tell me about Beth that’s pathetic and petty as hell!”

You feel in your gut you crossed the line by calling him pathetic and petty as he clenches his fists almost shaking. His eyes became an absolute storm. For a moment you want to push that storm further, you want him to punish you for such ‘insubordination’ but you feel yourself stop, he’s with someone you remind yourself, this isn’t a game. But that look, that dark foreboding, domineering look that drives you crazy and it gives you the courage to not back down. As he continues

“you really expect me to believe that? I see how you two are together, always hugging, hands on each other-“

”yes because we’re FRIENDS! I hug my friends, I’m like that with Morgan too and with Pen, my love language is touch you know that.” He scoffs “well that’s pretty unprofessional in the work space-“ you raise your eyebrows in absolute shock you can’t help but laugh, that feeling of Deja vu again becoming overwhelming but this time you aren’t backing down, you wont give him the satisfaction of submitting. “Are you fucking serious right now? I think we both know that argument is null in void Hotchner or are you forgetting the last time we had this talk, as I recall THAT time it was jealousy and you speak of professionalism here when you didn’t give much of a shit about professionalism when you bent me over that desk and fucked me to next Tuesday!? And you know what I think that’s what this is about…I think you ARE Jealous still!” You spot a blush on Hotch’s cheeks, as his eyes darken at the mention of what he did to you but then he averts his eyes for split second. Then he re builds his composure, his confidence resurfaces when he scoffs and rolls his eyes “Don’t be ridiculous y/n….i am your boss, no one else speaks to me the way you do and yet maybe that’s my fault I let it happen too long and you think this behaviours is ok-“

“Don’t scold me like a child and your diverting-“ your blood begins to boil over.

“Then stop acting like one! And I’m not jealous of anything, I have nothing to be jealous of” his face falls in guilt as he sees the pain in your eyes. That struck you far harder than expected with absolute burning venom to your veins. It takes the breath out of you and the fight out of you too. You feel you really may have been stretching it thinking he still cared for you in that way. You stand up, your body moves as your mind shuts down. “Y/n where are you going?”

“I didn’t come to argue Aaron….I mean Hotch….I just want to be friends” your feel tears in your eyes yet you can’t seem to cry. You finally look at him as his voice turns gentle “y/n I-“

“its fine Hotch….I’m sorry for overstepping, I thought we were friends I guess I was wrong….see you Monday Boss”

with that you left. The idea of staying in any proximity to Hotch was something you couldn’t bear right now…

…

You spent the first two hours at home crying and drinking, then drinking and reading, then putting on your tv flipping through channels, passing every romance movie with venom and hurt. Until you finally land on one your favourites “Ha! Halloween movie marathon perrrrfect Fuck romance” you slightly slur to the empty room, you order a pizza and some wings and start to watch, after having some wings you feel yourself slightly sober up. That’s when you remember you have a few joints somewhere hidden in the kitchen, you rummage through, desperate for a new distraction. What were you thinking, acting so cocky with Hotch!? Thinking he was jealous when he has…Beth. You finally find the pack you hid for a rainy day and dam it was storming in your mind. You sit down and light up the first joint, after the fifth puff you’re already glad you remembered these little delights when ‘knock knock knock’

“fuckl!” You whisper blowing out your puff waving the smoke away like that will get rid of the smell,

knock knock knock

“yes yes yes alright I’m coming!”

You open your door roughly only to stop dead almost losing your breath as you see Aaron Hotchner, disheveled, tired eyes, standing at your door ‘fuck…I am too damn drunk and high for this’ you think as anxiety fills you that Hotch, a unit chief of the FBI, Aaron Hotchner a fricken Profiler will definitely spot the dilated pupils, the smell, your change in character….have you been standing here too long?

“um y/n? M-may I come in?” You move aside still scared to talk like you’ll shout “I’m stoned as fuck right now dude” so you stay quite as he steps inside, his faint smell of cologne makes you want to swoon into his arms. You notice even his clothes are disheveled, his tie loose around his neck, no suite jacket, shirt wrinkled, now your scared

“Urrrmm….Hotch? What’s wrong?”

those joints are really starting to kick in and all you could think is how thirsty you were and not just for water, hoping this will be quick visit so you can help yourself. You also really need to sit down.

“Nothing….i just- y/n I hate the way we ended things today, can we please just talk? Please?” You feel your breath quicken but you can’t say no to his pleading. But you did way too much weed for a serious conversation “are you okay?” You just nod “water want some?” Is all you Can say. He smiles thankfully“sure thanks”

“cool…sit down I’ll bring us”

you fill your cup and chug it down for dear life then fill it again and a cup for Hotch.

You start to whisper to yourself “don’t trip don’t trip don’t trip” you slowly give him the cup as your eyes widen as you realize how fucked you are, you see all the bottles on the table in front of Hotch….and the joints. You notice a slight knowing smirk pulling at his lips

“thaaaat….is….medicinal” the smirk becomes a full blown laugh like honey “did you ever really believe that when someone told you the same lie?”

“Nah, I usually look the other way when it comes to weed, what are you gonna do cuff me?” You wink and his eyes turn from light laughter to darkness, your mouth is dry but your panties become wet.

“You know you shouldn’t admit that to me, I’m your boss”

you shrug sitting down next to Hotch and lift one of the fresh joints “we’re off the clock and this is my home, right now you’re just some dude who knows where I live” he merely laughs and shakes his head “ok fair point” he starts to watch you intently as you lift the joint to your lips, in your mouth as you light it up. Being the brat you are you take a deep inhale. You look back at Hotch and smirk “want some?” You offer it to him and he seems clearly hesitant.

“Oh sorry you probably have to go to Jack I wont keep you-“

“actually Jack is having a sleep over at a friends house and….well Beth lives in New York now”

“Oh….im sorry that must be tough with your schedules”

He looks away from you and you fear you said something.

“Yes I suppose but I go when I can and vice versa”

“that’s good at least…so….since you don’t have to drive I repeat the offer….want some? You can crash on my couch if you want….unless your scared, goody two shoes” low blow but thankfully his laugh shows he knows your teasing and he takes the joint and inhales like a pro. Your shock evident as he laughs and inhales again.

“Aaron-I don’t know your middle name- Hotchner….have you smoked weed before?” You puff twice before handing it back to him….He tries to not cough as he laughs

“goody two shoes? What are you twelve? Who says that now?” You find yourself laughing uncontrollably, a proper laugh, that rolls off you effortlessly. You haven’t felt this in a long time “maybe, now answer the question doody head” you take the joint from him. He laughs and shakes his head

“Well I wasn’t always the ‘goody two shoes’…I used to actually be the problem child when I was young, I was always getting into stupid trouble…” he paused like deep in thought, you shuffle closer beside him and nudge his knee “so? What happened to make the Hotch we all know and love today?” You hope he didn’t notice you saying love and he clearly doesn’t as he takes two rather large puffs and passes it back “I grow up…I figured I had two choices, keep making the same bad choices or be the person my family needed me to be after my dad died. I had to be there for Sean and mom and I wanted….I wanted to be good enough for Haley” he trails off again and you allow the moment of silence for her… and for him. Finally you clear your throat passing it back “well…sounds like little Aaron was pretty smart and I’m glad he made the choices he did or else we wouldn’t have you” you kiss his cheek like it was the most natural thing to do…Fuck your stoned, why did you do that? Hotch blushes and smiles flustered, his smile allows you to breath a little…”thanks y/n”

“Any time hun”

you look into those velvety chocolate eyes, his eyes are blood shot but his pupils become so dilated you wonder if that’s all the weed or if, like you, he’s horny as hell, your eyes dart between his eyes and mouth and you notice him doing the same, staying on your lips long enough to make you lightly lick them. You feel as if times stopped and the air is heavy, the room closing in. Hotch opens his mouth to speak a few times still flustered “I should-“

“yea”

and without a thought you grab his shirt and kiss him like there’s no tomorrow, you stop only for a moment to make sure he is ok but as you looked at those eyes, that handsome, painfully loving and brave face, without thinking you say. “I shouldn’t have turned you away….i was in so much pain that day and I was scared, even though I wanted you….want you…so bad…I need you right now Aaron” his eyes darkened looking at your pleading horny filled eyes, you were so wet it was uncomfortable sitting so still.

“y/n-“ he searches for what to say, so you stop him “please ….Aaron”

Hotche’s breathing hitches at the sound of his name, you can tell he’s holding back, like an animal in a cage, but that cage is wavering. You start to squirm needing to feel his touch so bad. You damn near pout lightly caressing his leg. “Fuck it” he growls as he grabs you by the neck and pulls you in for a kiss that feels like it can consume you. His touches rough, needy, possessive he grabs your jaw holding it tight as he growls “open your mouth baby” you obey without question and he puts two fingers in, you suck them desperately, he quickly hisses as you start to palm the hard-on that’s fighting against his pants. He stares at you sucking his fingers like it’s the hottest thing in the world “fuck sweetheart the things I want to do to you”

“do it…do all of it…punish me sir please I need you” he shoves his fingers back in your mouth this time rougher, like he’s angry.

“want me to punish you for being the pretty little tease you are hmm? Want me to punish you for all your insubordination, looking at me with those eyes, wearing those dresses, showing off what I can’t touch, you know how much that killed me? Trying to make me jealous huh?” All you can do is gag just wishing he’ll use his cock soon, he takes his fingers from your mouth grabbing you by the neck “answer me baby…I wanna hear what you want” you stutter, trying to think of words as you feel his touch like a drug under your shirt moving up to your breasts (thank gosh you decided not to wear a bra right now) he pinches your nipple “answer me y/n” he pinches harder and you shout “fuck! Yes….yes sir I want-fuck- I- need you to punish me, fuck me, let me taste please sir” if this was anyone else you’d feel pathetic but with Aaron….it felt right, you wanted it and more so right now with how high you both were, every touch felt like an orgasm you just needed more. “p-pl-please…Daddy”

It was the first time trying that nickname but it had the effect you hoped for. Aaron growled and gave a gutteral moan and his lips was on yours, this time biting your bottom lip so hard it bled, he stood up and his every action just got you wetter as he looked down at you, slowly taking off his belt “be a good girl, take off your shirt now” you feel yourself shake at his gaze as you take your shirt off slowly, anything for more. He unzips and lowers his pants and boxers just low enough for his cock to spring out. You forgot how big his cock was you swallow at the idea of having it down your throat, excited as you see the pre cum glisten his tip. Hotch grabs your jaw tight forcing you to look up at him. “Open wide sweetheart….wider” you open as wide as you can, your tongue sticking out to finally get a taste. He smiles down at you like a sight to behold “mmm good girl, you’re gonna take my cock like my good slut and you don’t stop till I say so….nod that you understand and agree babe” you nod repeatedly just needing to feel it. Without warning he shoves his cock deep down your throat, you gag and choke but you just want more as you put your hand at his base, he doesn’t let up, he pulls your hair thrusting hard….you wanted punishment, he’s going to give it to you

“fuuuuuck y/n your mouth feels so damn good! Fuck that’s right take it baby…you wanted to get me jealous huh? Knew it would drive me crazy seeing Reid and Morgan’s hands on you- fuck!” His legs almost buckle when he thrusts so deep your nose touches the little hairs at his base and you gag

“fucking take my cock and remember who you belong too”

hearing his possessiveness through his guttural moans as he grunts and thrusts deep down your throat drove you crazy, you had to touch yourself or you’d explode. You put your hand down your shorts and you rub your clit, moaning and gagging on his cock, his hands tight gripped on your hair. You hear Hotch’s laugh, a dark, horny laugh “you just can’t wait huh sweetheart? Your pussy needs it huh….what does your pussy need baby tell Daddy?” He finally lets you breath, the tip of his cock playing on your lips, slapping your face

“you sir, please, my pussy needs you Aaron please”

he cups your face the first moment of gentleness and for a moment you think he will give in. He rubs his thumb on your bottom lip, smirking with dark eyes like he has plans. “You really thought I was gonna make it so easy? Tsk tsk tsk you’re gonna suck my cock a little longer and no touching that clit unless I say-“ you start to whimper “but-“

“no buts, give me your hands” you obey reluctantly, confused and excited for whatever he has planned. He grabs your wrists with one hand, grabbing his belt with the other. You watch in excitement, heated, needy awe as he ties your hands together. He keeps a hold of your tied hands while he uses his other to continue pulling your hair. Full control of your body. His breathing staggering as he orders

“open”

you obey taking every inch until you gag, the moment he hears those sounds he thrusts harder and harder. Your throat burns but you don’t want it to stop, even for water, you feel tears start to roll down your cheeks, your spit down your chin, all of it just makes Aaron rougher, his breathing ragged as his thrusts become more sporadic. You know he’s close you suck his cock like your life depends on it. “fuck y/n!” with that final thrust you feel his cum down your throat and coat your mouth. He thrusts a few more times just to make sure every drop is down your throat. As he gets out he closes your mouth “swallow babe” you do “again” you do and open your mouth just to prove you swallowed it sticking your tounge out. Hotch takes his opportunity putting your tongue in his mouth kissing you as he takes off your shorts. Caressing every part of you then pinching your nipples hard enough to make you shout “Aaron!” He pinches again as he kisses down your neck biting hard at your pulse point….you know he’s gonna leave a million marks and it only turns you on more.

“A-Aaron please I need you I-i can’t wait please” your pleading evident in your entire body as he looks at you with those caramel eyes and you know he’s given in. He kisses you gently “let’s go to your room it’s time your pussy got some attention sweetheart”

his boxers and and pants already off the only thing standing between you and Aaron Hotchner’s naked body is his dress shirt and loosened tie…you take his hand leading him to your bedroom, as you smile back at him you see Hotch taking off his tie, and unbuttoning his shirt with one hand….fuck what those hands could do. The second you close the bedroom door after you, Hotch pins you to the door hard enough to knock the wind out of you and no time to take a breath with his lips on yours again, you start to pump his already hardening cock as you feel his fingers tease your clit at an excruciating pace, you can’t remember the last time you felt so good and remember that it was always like this with Aaron, like he knows your body and every weak spot you have. You grasp his hair for support as he sticks two fingers in you relentlessly and you grab his hair harder as he groans. “sir..please no more teasing I need you so bad”

with your final plea he lifts you and takes you to the bed, putting you down and in that moment he’s on top of you, you feel an overwhelming sense of warmth, this feeling like everything is right, he looks in your eyes and you can see he feels the same way “y/n- I-i love you”

your heart pounds at the unexpected confession and you feel speechless all you can do is kiss him over and over as he adjusts himself to your entrance and thrusts home. First at a slow pace allowing you to adjust to his size, but then he stays at that pace to tease you until you wrap your legs around his waist, just wanting to feel every inch of him stretch you, with that his pace turns relentlessly harder, and harder and harder as he pulls your hair and bites your neck, your shoulder, cupping and squeezing your breasts as you moan his name over and over as he groans and grunts, and praises “you feel so good honey so fucking good” it’s like candy to your ears and you can’t get enough as you feel that coil inside you about to snap, you scratch down Hotch’s back and you clench his cock, moaning in unison as you orgasm on him and he fucks you through it. Your entire body shakes and you feel Aaron’s pace go harder and faster as he chases his own high. Until he’s about to pull out but you keep your legs wrapped around him

“y/n I’m about to cu-“

“in me please I wanna feel it” with that permission he lets go thrusting hard and deep making sure his seed is deep inside. For a few minutes you both just stay there. His head nuzzles in your neck as you play with his hair, his cock softening inside you. “I think you should sleep in my bed tonight….couch is too far away and I’m cold”

he laughs in your neck “oh I see, I’m supposed to be just your heated blanket?” You nod excitedly

“yup…no other reason Mr Heated blanket you run hot I need heat it’s like free heating”

he laughs again and you could listen to that sound for eternity as he stands up and you feel his warmth missing and it makes you whimper he leans in to kiss your forheard “I’m just getting us some water sweetheart….that was a lot of marijuana you need to stay hydrated, do you need anything else honey?”

You try to think but all you do is stare at that man’s body so you smile and shake your head “just hurrry I’m cold” he takes a moment to look at you and leaves. You start to really get cold so you snuggle under the blanket making sure to keep the space for Hotch as he comes back in. He hands you a cup “drink” you take the cup “thanks” you’re about to put it down when “nun uh uh drink, that pretty mouth and throat worked hard today. Need to hydrate baby…” you smile, your heart..you feel cracks in that wall you built up. He takes care of you, he understands you, like no one has ever understood you and your after care is a piece of heaven. You drink some of the water and lay down as he does the same, taking you in his arms and holding you as close to him as possible. you both doze off in bliss….until the next morning when everything hits and everything falls apart…

to be continued

[sweetiesicheng]

jeonghan - troubles

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"alright, let's take a break. we'll move onto the songs for the concert afterwards," your teacher says to all of you.

you sit down in your chair and grab your water from beneath your chair. everyone in the room scatters around.

"alright, let's talk."

you look around and find seungkwan coming over to sit down in the seat next to yours. you move your folder that has your sheet music in it to lean against a leg of your chair.

"why haven't i seen the two of you together today?" seungkwan asks. he's talking about you and your boyfriend, jeonghan.

you shrug, "we're both busy."

he scoffs, "there's no way. you two are always together. what's the real reason you're like this?" he asks.

"it's got nothing to do with jeonghan. i swear," you reply.

"alright...i'll say i believe you for now because you’re my friend. oh, are you going to do the audition tomorrow?" he asks, changing topics. "you would sound really good for the solo," he adds.

you shake your head, "not anymore."

"huh? why?" seungkwan asks. he's clearly worried for you because you usually audition for special parts in songs. "this is the third one you've passed on, y/n," he reminds you.

"i— it's just—"

"hey, have you been okay?" seungkwan asks you.

you shake your head and seungkwan immediately hugs you.

"you're so weird, y/n," he says to you. "whoever did this to my y/n, i'll smack the shit out of them." his words make you chuckle. when he stops hugging you, he pokes your cheeks to make you smile. "i'll get joshua to say something to jeonghan."

you grab seungkwan's arm. "please don't. i'll just deal with it myself. i don't want him to know."

you look over at a group of guys who sit on the higher stands. in the midst of the group are some of the juniors and seniors, including jeonghan.

you look away and sigh. "i think i'm gonna go home," you say to him and get up, grabbing your water bottle and folder in the process.

"we still have rehearsal," seungkwan immediately responds. "y/n, i have to stay with my section today. you should wait so you don't walk home alone," he says to you as you start walking to grab your backpack off of the floor by a wall.

"i'll be fine. just tell teach, alright?" you say and put your folder in your backpack.

seungkwan sighs, "you're being stupid."

"not the first time," you say before opening one of the doors and leaving. you head down the hall and leave through a set of doors at the end of the hall.

—

"are you two fighting?" joshua asks jeonghan.

"huh? why would you ask that?" jeonghan replies while scrolling through his phone.

"you two haven't been with each other all day," joshua replies. "you guys have been attached to the hip since our second year."

"we're fine. we're both just busy cause of exams and work," jeonghan says, turning his phone screen off and putting it in his pocket. "y/n, come over...here?" he looks down but doesn't see you in your usual spot on the bottom riser. "seungkwan, did y/n go to the bathroom?" he asks his friend.

seungkwan looks up at jeonghan, who is walking up towards them. "she went home," seungkwan says to him. "what'd you do to her?”

"what did i do? i haven't done anything," jeonghan immediately replies. "really, i haven't."

joshua joins in, "has she been okay?" he asks jeonghan.

"something's definitely wrong if she hasn't auditioned for any of the soloes or duets," seungkwan says to them.

jeonghan becomes confused. "what? she said she was going to audition for two of them. we were gonna audition for the one tomorrow," he replies. "i'm gonna go."

"now? we still have rehearsal," joshua says to jeonghan.

"i don't care," jeonghan replies before walking down the risers. he grabs his backpack and quickly leaves the room.

he takes his phone out and calls you, but the call goes straight to voicemail. then, he opens the location app to see if your contact pops up but it doesn't. instead, he sees some of his friends and his family member's contacts.

she really turned her phone off...

jeonghan starts walking towards the neighborhood you both live in.

once he makes it to your house, he goes into the backyard to use your patio door. he knocks on the door, and your mom appears at the door. she slides the door open.

"oh, jeonghan. shouldn't you be at rehearsal today?" your mom asks him.

"i'm looking for y/n. seungkwan said she left rehearsal early," jeonghan answers.

your mom shakes her head while speaking, "she hasn't come home yet," she says to him. "i'll call her."

"i think she turned her phone off," jeonghan says to her before your mom has the chance to grab her phone off of the counter. "i think i know where she is. i'll bring her home," he says to her.

"call or text me when you find her or if you need me to come out," your mom says to him.

"yes ma'am," jeonghan replies and starts walking away. he walks around to the front of your house and starts walking out of the neighborhood.

after a bit, he reaches a lake in your town. he walks along the path for one of the resting spots, but he doesn't see you at the first one he walks to.

jeonghan continues walking and reaches the second resting spot, where he finds you sitting on a bench.

he walks up to you and sits down next to you. you don't acknowledge him with a greeting but glance over at him for a second.

"i love you, but i can't read your mind, so you're gonna need to talk to me, pretty," jeonghan says to you.

you look over at him and lightly hit his arm.

"is it me?" you shake your head. "someone at school?" he asks.

you sigh, "can you stop it?"

"not until you tell me what's going on."

you contemplate for a second before reaching into your pocket and taking your phone out. you turn it back on, watching the screen light up and showing your lock screen.

you unlock your phone and open one of your messaging apps. then, you hand jeonghan your phone.

"the second group chat and the first few people," you say to him.

jeonghan clicks on the mentioned group chat and starts reading through text messages that were sent. most of the recent texts, if not all, are about you and jeonghan.

messages that seem supportive at first but later messages prove otherwise. messages questioning your reasoning of being together and if your relationship will actually last. messages asking if you paid jeonghan to date you. there’s many more with negative connotations, and jeonghan realizes what has been going on.

"who are these people?" he asks you after reading for awhile.

"most of them are underclassmen. i don't even know most of them. i think the group chat was for a school event, but most times it just girls trashing other people. i guess we're just their latest gossip," you end with a sigh and lean your head against jeonghan's shoulder.

"how long has this been going on?" he asks. he starts to delete the text messages from your phone, knowing you'd look at it again if they weren't deleted.

you shrug, "i think a week. i don't know." you huff out a sigh of relief. "i'm sorry for not telling you."

"i know," jeonghan replies and turns your phone screen off. "don't worry about it, okay? they don't know who they messed with."

"hannie, don't do anything about it," you say to him.

"yah, if people mess with people i care about, then i'm going to do something about it," he says to you. "come on, let's go to your place. i told your mom i'd bring you home."

"you told my mom?" you ask before groaning.

jeonghan pokes your forehead, "doofus. of course i did. i didn’t know where you went.”

both of you walk back into town. jeonghan lets you call your mom on your phone, and you reassure her that you're safe. after the call, the two of you grab a quick snack at the convenience store before continuing to walk back to your neighborhood.

"oh, that audition for the duet is tomorrow," jeonghan reminds you, "still interested?”

"do you want to audition?" you ask him and try to poke a straw through the top of your drink.

jeonghan holds his hand out. you hand him the drink and the straw, and he effortlessly pokes the straw through the top of your yogurt drink.

"i'm only auditioning if you want to audition," jeonghan replies to your question before taking a sip of your drink.

you shrug, "if you want to, then i'll do it."

"only if you want to," he replies, "i'm not doing a duet unless if it's with you," he adds.

"you're so down bad for me," you say to him and take your drink back.

"i've been down bad for you since we met," jeonghan says and kisses your cheek.

[justastargirlbabe]

Assurance | R. Cameron

insecure!reader x bf!rafe

Warnings: oral (fem.receiving), reader is insecure of her body, aftercare, i think thats it...

summary: You can always count on your boyfriend to show you how beautiful you are.

Friday night, you and rafe ALWAYS go out on friday night… but instead you're sitting on the floor doom scrolling. Your mind is racing seeing all these gorgeous girls online. Oh how you wanted to be those girls so bad.You've always hated your body, constantly getting those weird subtle comments on it from peers and family, and it didn’t get any better once you started dating rafe. You never missed any of the stares you get at the club pool, or the whispers from kook bitches, or surprised looks from adults when they find out about your relationship with rafe. Of Course you love Rafe with all of your heart but everything has just been getting too much and you hate your body more than ever. 

You've been rejecting invites from your friends, completely avoiding going out, and ignoring rafe. *19 unread notifications from: Rafey <3*, your phone read. Turning down the music you throw your phone on the floor,Bringing your knees up to your chest as you start whimpering, and then it all comes out and you're completely sobbing on the floor.

in the middle of your breakdown you miss the sound of your door opening and suddenly here Rafe yelling " Babe where are you?? why are you ignoring me, is everything okay”. he worryingly pushes the door open, you don't move. " baby what's going on, are you okay why are you crying, talk to me mamas” Rafe pleads to you worryingly. " Go away, don't look at me, please just leave I'm fine”  you say, wiping your tears, putting on a fake smile. Rafe pulls you into his arms despite your protests, “babe please just talk to me, whatever it is I'll make it better I promise let me help you” Finally you give in. “it's just- it's just why do you even love me when I look like this? all these other girls with their skinny bodies and Rich families and you want me?”  you say whilst sobbing, tears starting to cover his shirt . "Oh honey, you're beautiful and I don't care about money or these Other girls, I love you, only you, all right Mama”. he wipes off a few tears and kisses your burning cheeks you cling to him wrapping your arms and legs around his muscular body. he lifts you up and sits you on the bed kneeling in front of you. “Is this why you've been hiding from me all week? dodging my calls and texts because you don't think you're beautiful?” He questions, looking for an answer.You nod your head, “it's all just becoming too much for me, all the people at the club with their opinions and Nasty looks, I guess it just made me realize I'm not good enough for you” you say scared of Rafe’s response. “I'm sorry baby, if there's anyone specifically who's been upsetting you please let me know so I can deal with it. I always want you to be comfortable when you’re with me,ok?” You nod your head again too overwhelmed to respond. Rafe senses your tense body. "you know what baby, let me just show you how beautiful I think you are.”  Rafe smirks, your eyes go wide. He slowly lifts off your, his, oversized shirt. you're holding your breath as he kisses your stomach whispering.“ my girl is so beautiful”. Your bra goes next, and suddenly Rafe is sucking your nipple, swirling his tongue around the bud. you push his face into you and throw your head back. “you like that don't you Mama, going to make you feel so good baby”. you moan in response. he kisses his way to the band of your pajama pants, he lifts your hips and pulls down the pants, your panties along with them. he looks up at your speechless face. “fuck honey, your soaking, is that all for me?” he patiently waits for your response. “Yes daddy, please I need you to touch” you blabber. “ ‘m need your special kisses so bad”. “don't worry your sexy little head mama, ima take good care of you bub”. He moves up and kisses you passionately on the lips, taking time to suck on your tongue, pulling away with a ‘pop’. He moves in between your legs and drags his finger through your folds. Muttering under his breath. He places a delicate kiss on your clit, and moves down to your dripping hole. He sticks his tongue in, swirling it around and licks a stripe up back to your clit sucking it into his mouth. making you yell out in pleasure. Hearing how much you're enjoying it, he sucks harder, bringing up two digits to finger your pussy. “Fuck daddy, i dont think i can take it much longer.” you plead. “Shh Mama you'll take what I give you, my gorgeous little slut”. His words make you clench around his fingers. “fuck you're so close. I can feel you squeezing honey”. He pumps his fingers at a tiring pace, only replacing them with his tongue and slapping your clit when he hears your screams.

He comes to hold you, trying to calm your restless body, as you come down from an overwhelming high. Once you’ve relaxed, you grab at his pants to return the favor, your mind still fuzzy. “Uh-uh sweet girl” he tuts, pushing your hand a way pulling you closer. “But”, you protest but you're silenced by his endearing voice. “no baby,let me take care of you ‘kay?”. You allow him to place you on the bed, your body craving his touch when he left to fetch a towel from the bathroom. “Spread your legs baby”. He says sweetly. gently wiping your sensitive pussy, covered in liquids, and gives one quick kiss to your clit, causing you to jolt. He takes his shirt off, knowing you'll need skin-to-skin contact, and lays your head on his chest. You lay there listening to him muttering sweet nothings and giving gentle kisses to your temple and neck. Finally feeling some sort of assurance that you were missing.   

I think this is kinda bad, because it is my first time writing...But please let me know if there's any ways i can improve, and feel free to send requests!!

[pinkhearteye]

hello! I'm not sure if you take requests, but could you do a story about a yandere!Sugar Mommy and a Sugar Baby reader?

thank you!!!

Of course! Always taking requests!!

Sugar Mommy x Sugar!baby reader The café hummed with quiet chatter, the smell of roasted coffee beans mingling with the faint sweetness of pastries. You sat by the window, stirring your latte absentmindedly, pretending not to notice the sharp eyes that had been following you for weeks. She was here again, just like every time you visited this place, in her usual corner with a cup of tea she barely touched.

Her name was Selene, though you weren’t supposed to know that. She introduced herself as "a friend of fortune," casually slipping her card into your bag one day when you weren’t paying attention. You found it later, a sleek, expensive-looking thing with her number embossed in gold.

You hadn’t planned to call her. But rent was due, and the job market wasn’t kind. That’s how it started: a single phone call that led to a series of quiet dinners, expensive gifts, and the kind of attention that felt like being trapped under a spotlight.

“Sugar mommy” wasn’t a term you’d ever thought you’d apply to your life, but Selene wore the role like a second skin. She’d drape designer coats over your shoulders, her fingers lingering just a moment too long, and smile in that way that made you feel both special and suffocated.

Today was no different. She approached your table with a grace that drew every eye in the room, her heels clicking softly against the tiled floor.

“Hello, sweetheart,” she purred, sliding into the seat across from you. Her gaze pinned you down, a mixture of adoration and something darker that made your stomach twist. “I’ve missed you.”

You forced a smile. “Hi, Selene. I wasn’t expecting you.”

“Oh, I know,” she said lightly, her red-painted nails tracing the rim of her teacup. “But I couldn’t resist. You’ve been... preoccupied lately. I was worried you’d forgotten about me.”

The implication hung heavy in the air. You hadn’t forgotten, how could you? She was everywhere. The flowers that arrived at your doorstep, the texts that piled up when you didn’t respond fast enough, the way she always seemed to know exactly where you were.

“I’ve just been busy,” you said, trying to keep your tone steady. “Work and all.”

Selene tilted her head, her smile never wavering. “You don’t need to worry about work, darling. I told you, I can take care of everything. All you need to do is let me.”

Her hand reached across the table, warm and soft as it settled over yours. You wanted to pull away, but her grip tightened, a gentle vice. Her deep, unrelenting eyes bore into yours.

“You don’t have to struggle,” she murmured, her voice dropping to a whisper. “I can give you everything you’ve ever wanted. Just stay with me.”

Your heart raced, a mix of fear and something you didn’t want to name. She was offering you the world, but it felt like a cage.

“Selene, I—”

“Shh,” she said, her thumb brushing over your knuckles. “Don’t say anything. Just think about it. About us.”

She leaned closer, her lips curving into a smile that made your pulse quicken for all the wrong reasons. “You’ll see, sweetheart. You’re mine, whether you realize it yet or not.”

The weight of Selene’s words clung to you like a second skin. You managed a shaky nod, murmuring something that resembled agreement, though your mind screamed for an escape. Selene seemed satisfied, her smile softening into something almost tender as she released your hand.

“Good,” she said, standing with that same effortless grace that seemed to command the room. She adjusted her coat, the rich fabric glinting faintly in the café’s warm light. “I’ll see you soon, sweetheart. Don’t make me wait too long.”

She left without another word, leaving behind the faint trace of her perfume—rich, intoxicating, and suffocating all at once. You exhaled, realizing you’d been holding your breath.

This wasn’t normal. None of this was.

You gathered your things, your hands trembling as you stuffed your notebook into your bag. You needed to leave. To think. To figure out how you’d let things spiral so far out of control.

The walk back to your apartment felt longer than usual. You couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched, every shadow and passing glance setting your nerves on edge. You checked over your shoulder more times than you could count, but the streets were empty, save for the occasional passerby.

Finally, you reached your door, fumbling with your keys as you hurried inside. The familiar scent of your tiny apartment did little to calm your nerves. You locked the door behind you, sliding the chain into place for good measure. Safe. For now.

You collapsed onto the couch, your head in your hands. What were you supposed to do? Selene wasn’t just persistent—she was everywhere. Her gifts, her texts, her unspoken promises to make your life easier. And the way she looked at you... it was like you were the only thing that mattered to her.

Your phone buzzed, and you flinched, the sound slicing through the silence like a knife. You pulled it from your pocket, dread pooling in your stomach as Selene’s name flashed across the screen.

Selene: I hope you made it home safely, sweetheart. Let me know if you need anything. Remember, I’m always here for you. 💋

You stared at the message, the casual warmth of her words doing little to mask the underlying edge. She always knew. Somehow, she always knew.

As if on cue, a soft knock echoed from your door. You froze, your heart hammering in your chest. No one ever came to visit, and you hadn’t ordered anything.

Another knock, firmer this time. “Sweetheart,” a familiar voice cooed, muffled by the door. “It’s me.”

Your blood turned to ice. She couldn’t be here. Not already.

“I noticed you seemed a bit shaken earlier,” Selene continued, her tone light but dripping with something you couldn’t quite place. “I couldn’t bear the thought of you being alone tonight. Let me in, won’t you?”

You stepped back, your breath coming in shallow gasps. How had she found you so quickly? You hadn’t given her your address—had you?

The knocks turned to gentle taps, almost playful. “Don’t make me wait, sweetheart,” Selene sang softly. “You know I don’t like being ignored.”

Your mind raced, the walls of your apartment suddenly feeling far too small. You couldn’t let her in, but you couldn’t hide forever, either.

Then her voice dropped, low and velvet. “You belong to me, remember? No matter where you go, I’ll always find you.”

[quxyivs]

helloo! i was wondering if u could write a ot8 thats like absolutely ABSOLUTELY heart twisting i kinda have like an idea in my mind its like

they become friends with someone right? at the start its like all good then they slowly start leaving reader out she feels sad they yell at her for doing small things wrong then she ends up js accepting it she becomes closer to her other friends they get mad ar her for ignoring them then the reader js like lets everything out yk??

💚💚

OT8! Skz x Fem! Reader (special guest Mingi and Wooyoung)

Trigger warning!! Angst, Reader is depressed, crying, name calling, Reader is called clingy, annoying, etc, reader takes anti-depressants, Wooyoung thinks reader is trying to off herself

A/N → Tysm for the req!! I love this SM.

You don’t know why you even tried anymore. Every outing was the exact same. You spoke, you were ignored. You try to speak up, you were talked over. You would text in the gc but nope. Nothing. Not even a fucking thumbs. That’s because they were always talking to her. Her, her, her. You weren’t jealous but god you felt left out. Like you didn’t even fucking exist. You were tired, but yet.. you still reached out.

Tonight was the worst night ever. You had been extremely depressed and tonight you were so close to losing it. You needed someone to talk to. You sigh before grabbing your phone and opening up the gc.

—

Is anyone up..? I need someone to talk to-… -9:30pm

—

Almost instant you were met with a bunch of angry texts. “y/n no cares!!”, “Talk to someone else we don’t care.”, “Do you ever leave us alone? God you’re so clingy”, “wish you could be quiet like jio for once..”, “you should be more like jio. Not clingy and not annoying.” As you read their messages you began to cry. You threw up phone across the room causing it to shatter. You pulled your knees into your chest and cried. Your thoughts began to take over your body. You wanted to just disappear. You hated this. What did you do wrong?? You eventually cried to yourself to sleep on the couch.

The next morning you woke up feeling like shit. You stood up slowly, your eyes puffy from crying. You go to the bathroom and washed your face. As you walked out the bathroom to the living room you hear a knock on the door. You decided that instead of ignoring it you should just answer. At the door you see Mingi and Wooyoung. You looked up at them and before you could even speak you were being interrogated.

“What the hell happened to you y/n!?” “Oh my god your eyes!!” They pushed their way into your house and dragged you over to the couch and sat you down. Mingi went to make you tea while Wooyoung made soup. “I’m fine guys…” “No you’re not y/n. Don’t lie to us.” Wooyoung said as he added the carrots into the soup. Mingi walked over and sat the tea cup down before his eyes spotted your shattered phone on the floor by the tv stand across the room.

He got up and grabbed your phone. “Jesus y/n..what’s gotten into you? What happened..?” Mingi said as he faced you, his face covered with concern. “Nothing….just realized the people I thought were my everything ignoring me and ditching me like I’m nothing.” You mumble the last part like you didn’t want them to hear, but they did. They looked at you with a saddened expression.

“You don’t need them y/n..how about we take you out okay..? Take your mind off them?” Wooyoung offered as he finished making the soup and putting it in a black bowl, the smell of hot soup filling the room as he walked over to you and sat the bowl down on the table. “Thank you..” You say to Wooyoung as you inhale and take a small bite. Wooyoung and Mingi let you eat as they clean your house.

They go into the bathroom after cleaning the rest of house when Wooyoung sees an open bottle of anti-depressants on the floor..but the bottle is empty. His heart drops and he pushed Mingi out his way and stormed towards you. “Hand them over y/n! Right fucking now!!” “Woah! What are you talking about!?” “The pills! I saw them! The whole bottle is empty!! Don’t you dare even think of overdosing!! Hand them to me now damnit!!” Mingi by now had rushed downstairs and was standing by the staircase in shock.

“What!? No-!! That bottle had been empty!! I was looking for some last night but couldn’t find any-!!” The room had fallen silent afterwards before Wooyoung grabbed you and pulled you into a hug crying into your shoulder. “Let’s leave okay? You don’t need to be here..” He mumbled into your shoulder and you nodded softly. “Okay.. let’s leave..” You three left the house after you freshened up and cleaned the bathroom.

You were at a park eating ice cream and having fun. For the first time in weeks you didn’t want to cry. You felt happy, cared for, loved. You laughed loudly at Wooyoung’s stupid jokes.You had accepted that everyone in skz moved on and you didn’t care. You were finally happy away from them. Right as you three kept joking you see a group of people walking up to you.

“So this is what you do y/n? Just ditch us for other friends like we don’t exist? We’ve been calling you all day!!” You look up and see a very unhappy Seungmin and the rest of skz. “What?” “Oh don’t play dumb. Check your phone y/n! I mean cmon!” Minho snapped slightly. You were done at this point. NOW they care?! They care about you!? Not when you on the verge of losing it?! You threw your ice cream down and stood up and pushed Minho away from you.

“FUCK YOU! FUCK ALL OF YOU!! IM THE BAD FRIEND YET YOU ALL TREATED ME LIKE SHIT AND IGNORED ME!! I WAS GOING THROUGH A MANIC STATE LAST NIGHT!! ON THE VERGE OF ENDING IT AND YOU ALL DIDNT EVEN FUCKING CARE!! EAT SHIT ASSHOLES!!” You stormed off completely ignoring Wooyoung and Mingi who were calling out to you.

Eventually they caught up with you crying at a bus stop. They sat beside and hugged you.

“It’s okay..fuck them, we’re here y/n.” Mingi said softly. You nodded and hugged them back completely forgetting about skz.

A/N → kind of an unhappy ending but happy ending!! Lmk if you like it!

[yanderecrazysie]

Thank you so much for commissioning me! I’ve almost finished them all and am so honored to be chosen by you guys. Feel free to email me if you want the one shot to be changed in any way.

Title: Jealousy Looks Hot on You

Pairings: Dabi x Reader

WARNINGS: yandere themes, NSFW, DUB-CON, adult characters as always, bullying, quirkless AU

Many have said that a boy who pulls on a girl’s pigtails and pushes her down into the dirt actually has a crush on the girl. When they grow up, they grow out of it and start showing their affection in healthier ways.

Maybe, you thought, maybe Dabi just never outgrew that childhood crush. Or, maybe, he hated your guts for no reason. As far as you knew, you were the only one he bullied, but that didn’t exactly make you feel special.

Maybe he just thought you were easy to pick on. You were quiet and shy- an easy target. But over time, you began to doubt that Dabi’s focus was random. His electric blue eyes followed you everywhere, like he was trying to memorize every detail about you.

“Hey, cupcake,” Dabi was blocking the hallway. His grin down at you was smug and mocking and it sent shivers down your spine.

“Leave me alone, Dabi,” you said softly, clenching your fists, I don’t have time for your stupid games.”

He grinned, “What a shame. See, I have plenty of time for you, sweetheart.” He reached out to brush his fingers across your cheek and snickered, “You look so cute when you’re mad.”

You shuddered and backed away. Before you could say anything more, you heard a voice say, “Hey! Leave her alone!”

Your eyes went wide in surprise- no one had ever stood up for you before. Dabi’s eyes narrowed dangerously as he turned around to face whoever dared to shorten his time with you.

It was the new kid, who had transferred only a week ago. Your eyes practically sparkled as you looked at him, so overwhelmed with happiness that someone actually cared. Dabi’s eyes, on the other hand, danced with deadly fire.

“Go away loverboy,” Dabi sneered, “This ain’t any of your business.”

Instead, the newbie held out his hand to you. You took advantage of Dabi’s surprise and rushed forward, taking his hand into yours and allowing him to pull you away. 

You didn’t look back, but if you had, you’d see Dabi looking downright murderous.

—------------

The newbie and you grew closer over the next few days. You saw him as your friend and, when Dabi was around, your savior. He was so protective, so caring… how could you not want to spend your time with him?

The only problem was that you could tell he was developing a crush on you, when you did not feel the same. You crossed your fingers that he wouldn’t bring it up and ruin your budding friendship.

“Go on, I’ll catch up!” you reassured your new friend. You had been chosen to stay behind and clean the classroom for the day. He had become a little clingy, so you welcomed the silence.

The door to the classroom opened again, and you sighed in annoyance, “I said to go on!”

“Funny,” came a rough, deep voice, “I don’t think you’ve said anything to me in a while.”

You froze in place from where you’d been wiping down the desks and slowly, slowly turned to face Dabi. He didn’t look particularly angry, but you knew he could play calm when he wanted to.

He was in front of you with just a few strides of his long legs. A hand came down and squeezed your hip.

“You know, it really is a shame you made this desk so clean.”

“Why’s that?” your voice came out in a near-whisper. You’d forgotten how terrifying it was to be alone with Dabi.

“Because I plan to make it very dirty,” Dabi chuckled, swiping his tongue over his lips.

You tried to back up, but the desk stopped you from retreating. Dabi grabbed both of your hips and lifted you onto the freshly-wet desk. You squealed in surprise as you were laid out on your back, uncomfortably aware of how exposed this position made you feel.

Dabi grinned down at you like the cat who caught the mouse. You trembled under his hungry gaze and gasped when he flipped your skirt up. “Hey!” you cried out in shock.

“Don’t worry, darling,” Dabi laughed, “I’ll be gentle.”

Were you strong enough to fight him off? Probably not… Did you want to fight him off? A part of you said no, but another part was getting wetter and wetter at the possibility of getting fucked like this. Was that messed up of you? Probably.

Dabi traced his fingers over the waistband of your panties before hooking them into the elastic and pulled them down. You whimpered as your cunt met the cold air of the classroom, feeling humiliated as Dabi swiped one finger down your slit, gathering the wetness that accumulated there.

“You’re getting off on this,” Dabi said, looking half-smug, half-stunned.

“N-no, I’m not!” you stammered in embarrassment.

Dabi stuck his finger in your open mouth, forcing you to taste your own sweetness, “Taste that, sweetheart? That’s alllll you, baby.”

He pulled his finger out with a pop and crashed his lips into yours. You could hear his hands hurrying to unbuckle his belt and the zip of his pants unzipping. 

Before you could even see what you were working with, he pressed into you. You were wet, sure, but he was huge and the stretch brought tears to your eyes.

Dabi groaned and went still. The feeling of being torn open faded away, leaving you needing more. Dabi looked at you with hooded eyes, “Beg me for it.”

“Huh?” you shook your head frantically, “Don’t make me!”

“You want it, ask for it,” he reiterated, grinding his crotch against yours, catching your clit a little and making you whine.

“F-fine,” you whimpered, “Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please… f-fuck me.”

“You can do better than that,” he snapped.

You closed your eyes and wailed out, “Please, fuck me, Dabi! I want you to fuck me, please, please, please!”

You heard something go crashing to the ground and your eyes darted to the door to the classroom. Your new friend was staring in horror, his backpack laying on the classroom floor where he’d dropped it.

You opened your mouth to say something, anything to him, but instead, all that came out was a moan, because Dabi’s hands had sneaked under your shirt and bra and pinched both nipples at one time.

The hurt in your friend’s eyes was too much to bear, so you looked away. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Dabi grinning maniacally. Victoriously.

He pulled out then slammed into you until you were seeing stars. You convulsed as your orgasm sneaked up on you, crashing over you like ocean waves. You heard the door shut as your friend left.

“Good riddance,” Dabi said breathlessly, “You didn’t need that little pussy. I’m better for you. And if you ever go back…”

He leaned in close to your ear so you could hear every word.

“I’ll make you fuck me in front of his corpse.”

[thebunnednun]

Toast 6.

Pairing: Aged up!ProHero!Katsuki Bakugou x Ex!Pro hero!Reader x Best friend!Pro Hero!Hitoshi Shinsou

Katsuki has competition for you and his daughter.

Chapter 6: Park Party

You meet with Katsuki for your grandmothers will, He and bestie Hitoshi get into a fight, and your daughter Asuna almost dies. Plus, you get arrested! :D   Good day huh?

Music:

1.Like Him 2.Me and your Mama 3.Fight night 4.Nightmare

Special shout out's to @rosaline756 who is sick AND @elarakive who is the inspo behind our manager. Also to @1chaerry for being lovely.

Her head whipped around to see Rumi and Eri approaching from behind. Katsuki glanced up at the sound, his face flushed as he quickly diverted his gaze. Eri, looking slightly apologetic, gave her a reassuring smile. 

“See, she’s fine!” Rumi called out, her voice carrying over the park's bustle.

Rumi’s expression softened as her gaze flicked to the pair Asuna was with. Once she spotted Katsuki, her eyes narrowed, then widened in recognition, and a brief but friendly exchange passed between him and Rumi. 

“Where have you been?” Rumi asked, her tone tinged with concern.

Asuna shrugged, passing Eri the soda. Eri took it from her with a grateful smile. “I had to use the bathroom and got caught up talking to Crybaby,” Asuna explained casually, brushing off the awkwardness of the situation.

Rumi squinted at her suspiciously, raising an eyebrow. “You took that long to use the bathroom?” she asked, though she agreed after a moment. “Guess we got worried when you disappeared like that.”

Just then, Katsuki’s eyes scanned the park, and he noticed you chatting with some of the other mothers. He straightened up, preparing to leave. "See you," he said to everyone, his gaze locking on Asuna again as he spoke. 

“Bye, Asuna,” he added, his voice softer now.

Asuna smiled and nodded. “Thanks for the almonds,” she replied, watching as he turned and made his way toward the exit. After Katsuki disappeared into the crowd, Asuna’s face lit up with a sudden, unexpected energy. 

“I want to play hide and seek,” she announced enthusiastically.

Rumi blinked, clearly caught off guard by the sudden change of subject. 

“Hide and seek?” she asked, tilting her head in confusion.

Asuna nodded, grinning. “It’ll only be fun if we get to hide from a real pro hero,” she added, her eyes glinting with excitement.

Rumi chuckled, a smile tugging at her lips. “You’re right, that does sound fun.” She paused, glancing at Eri, and then gave Asuna a stern look. “But don’t go too far. Same goes for you, Eri.” The two girls nodded eagerly in agreement, and Rumi, after a deep breath, began to count aloud, her voice booming over the sound of the bustling park.

Asuna and Eri darted off as quietly as they could, weaving through the crowds before slipping behind a nearby tree. Asuna, finally feeling like she had a moment of peace, turned to Eri, her expression serious now. “I’ve been thinking,” she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. “I want to get closer to mom and hear what they talk about—especially you know who.”

Eri raised an eyebrow but nodded slowly. “If that’s what you need, I’m down to help. We just can’t get caught,” she whispered back, a mischievous spark in her eye.

Asuna grinned, teasing her. “Oh, so now you’ve got a cheeky streak in you, huh?”

Eri smirked back. “I’m always down for helping you out,” she said, sounding more confident than she usually did. 

"Let's just make sure Rumi doesn’t catch us."

The girls scrambled out of the tree and each popped an earbud in their ears, calling each other on their phones to stay in touch while they split up. Asuna glanced over her shoulder at Eri, offering a low warning. 

“Stay sharp, Rumi can be unpredictable.”

“And she hears everything!”

It was nearing 12:30 when you prepared to leave, the weight of the conversation with the other mothers lingering in the air. You were just about to turn to gather your things when you heard your name being called. 

You froze. 

‘Oh, God.’ 

You know that voice—

You turned, your heart sinking. Of all the times for him to show up.

The other mothers in the group instantly went quiet, eyes widening as they saw him—a towering figure, blonde hair tousled, his muscular build making his presence undeniable. He was easily 6’4, with broad shoulders and intense red eyes that seemed to cut through the crowd as he walked straight toward you.

“Oh!” one of the mothers exclaimed, her voice full of awe. “Wow, he’s a looker, isn’t he?” The comment sent a flutter through your stomach, something unfamiliar pulling at your chest. You quickly shook off the feeling, mentally snapping back into reality. ‘ Calm down,’ you told yourself. He was just here to drop off pictures. That’s it. Just business. ‘ Rita’s will.’ Nothing else.

‘Are those new piercings?’

You kept your posture composed, the slight upward curve of your lips revealing none of the inner chaos sparked by Katsuki’s sudden appearance. As he approached, the wind caught his hair, making it tousle just slightly, and the taut fit of his winter uniform even with the jacket thrown on highlighted every curve of his muscular frame. His presence alone had a gravitational pull, drawing attention effortlessly.

One of the mothers beside you let out a surprised gasp, her voice tinged with curiosity and excitement. 

“I didn’t know he was your husband!” she exclaimed, her eyes wide with awe.

The word “ husband ” stopped your brain in its tracks. 

For a moment, all thought ceased as you stared blankly ahead. Your mouth opened, a correction poised on your tongue, but no sound came out. The group had gone silent, and their gazes had shifted upward. Slowly, you turned, catching sight of him.

Katsuki. 

He nodded in greeting, his sharp eyes meeting yours briefly before sweeping over you. He seemed to drink in every detail, his expression unreadable but his gaze unwavering.

He stood just a few feet away, watching you intently. The way your coat wrapped around you, snug but stylish, gave you a sleek silhouette that made him take a second glance. Your braids were freshly redone, each one pristine and framing your face in a way that made his heart beat a little faster. The boots on your feet looked both practical and chic, hugging your calves in a way that he found annoyingly captivating.

Then there was your lip gloss—wine-colored, glistening even under the cold, grey sky. It seemed to defy the dreary weather, standing out against the neutral tones of the park. He found himself fixated, his eyes lingering longer than they should. The rest of your makeup was light, subtle, but it enhanced the natural warmth of your features. Or maybe it was just your eyes. 

There was something about the way they flickered, soft and warm, that made him feel strangely entranced.

He couldn’t help but notice a faint pink tinge on your cheeks and nose, likely from the chill in the air, though part of him liked to imagine it was something else—something his presence might have caused. He knew it wasn’t possible; your quirk didn’t allow for it. Still, the idea of it made his chest tighten in a way that was both irritating and exhilarating.

You always had this effect on him, though he’d never admit it. 

The way you held yourself, so calm and collected on the outside, made him want to know what was beneath that surface. And today, in this cold park, with the lingering scent of roasted almonds in the air and the subtle hum of Christmas lights flickering in the distance, he found himself drawn to you once again.

Katsuki isn’t speaking, but his eyes are busy. They flicker between the photos, you, and the distant spot where he last saw Asuna. His gaze lingers on you, absorbing every detail—the way your sweats hug you perfectly, the subtle glow of your eyes, the delicate beauty of your lips. Time hasn't stopped for you, and he can see it in every nuance of your appearance, every quiet moment captured in the pictures between you.

Katsuki isn’t speaking, but his eyes tell you the truth. 

They drift between the photo album resting on your lap, the way you sit beside him, and the direction where he last saw Asuna. His gaze settles on you, lingering on the curve of your cheek, the gloss of your lips, the freshness of your braids. There’s a quiet intensity in his eyes, as though he’s trying to memorize every detail, to capture this moment and hold it close. 

Time hasn’t stopped for you, and Katsuki can feel its passage in every quiet glance, every unspoken word between you.

You glance up and catch him looking. 

Something flickers across your face—hesitation, maybe, or the weight of something you’re not sure how to share. Katsuki knows you too well to miss it. He sees the slight furrow of your brow, the way your fingers trace the edges of the album, and he knows something’s on your mind. You can feel his gaze, heavy with concern and curiosity, and the silence between you stretches, taut and trembling.

“ Uh ,”

“ I –,”

Both of you move to speak at once, your words tangling in the air. You stop, laugh softly at the awkwardness of it, and gesture for him to go first. He shakes his head, lips pressing into a thin line. 

"No, you go," he says, voice low, rough around the edges. You meet his eyes, a silent conversation passing between you, and in the end, you both pause, hesitant.

Katsuki breaks the stalemate with a frustrated growl, running his hands through his hair before slouching down to meet you at eye level. His expression softens, the tension in his shoulders easing as he tries to find the right words. 

"I didn’t mean to push your boundaries last night," he says, his tone sincere, even if a little rough. 

"But everything else I said...it still stands."

You nod, taking a steadying breath. "It’s been too many years to keep going like this," you reply, your voice soft but firm. Your thumb brushes over the edge of the next page in the album, the decision to tell him about Asuna weighing heavily on your mind. Not yet, you think. You need to talk to her first, to make sure she’s ready before you share this with him. The thought brings a pang of anxiety, but you push it down for now.

You flip the page, and the sight that greets you steals your breath. 

The photograph captures a candid moment of you and Katsuki seated on the front steps of Rita's house. 

The sun bathes the scene in a warm, golden glow, casting soft shadows that add depth to the image. Both of you are mid-laugh, the kind of laughter that comes from a shared joke or a funny mishap, your faces illuminated with unguarded joy. Katsuki's usual sharp features soften, his smile wide and genuine, while your eyes sparkle with happiness, the two of you caught in a moment that feels untouched by the world’s worries.

The series of pictures that follow tells a story of your shared journey. In one, Rita stands in the kitchen, her hands guiding Katsuki as he attempts to recreate your favorite meal. His brows are furrowed in concentration, a stark contrast to the satisfied grin he flashes once Rita pats his shoulder in approval. You can almost hear the cursing and smell the familiar scents wafting from the stovetop.

Another photo shows the two of you back-to-back before a school dance, dressed in your finest. Katsuki’s suit fits him perfectly, his usual scowl replaced with a slight smile. Your dress flows elegantly, his accessories made to match your attire. Both of you are looking over your shoulders, the excitement and anticipation of the night ahead captured perfectly in your matching grins.

You flick your eyes and the next photo is perhaps the most heartwarming of all. It's from a Christmas spent together, surrounded by the warmth of family. The two of you are sprawled out on the floor, amidst a sea of wrapping paper and ribbons. 

The TV is tuned to an American Christmas movie about burglary, the fireplace is well lit and devoid of stockings. Rita has a cup of coffee steaming on the side table, her glasses hanging from her neck while she takes a shot with Mitsuki, who is on the couch wrapped up in Masura’s favorite blanket, while he handles the camera.

You are nestled inside a large box, a playful smile on your sleeping face, as if the box is the coziest bed in the world. Katsuki sits nearby, his gaze fixed on you, a softness in his eyes that rarely surfaces. It’s a look of contentment, of quiet admiration. Unbeknownst to him, the camera captures the moment he leans in slightly, his expression one of pure adornment before he’s caught in the act.

That Christmas. 

The warmth of the fire, the laughter that filled the room, the sense of belonging that felt so fragile and yet so real. The memories are vivid, each image stirring a mix of nostalgia and longing. The next page shows a group photo of the whole family, including you and Rita, all smiles and togetherness. The happiness in that picture feels like a world away from where you are now, and the weight of it hits you hard. 

Tears well up, unbidden, and you blink rapidly, trying to keep them at bay. But the memories, the emotions—

They’re too much to hold back.

Katsuki notices. 

His hand reaches out, hesitating for a moment before resting gently on yours. The warmth of his touch grounds you, and when you look up, you see that same weight mirrored in his eyes. He’s thinking about it too—the time that’s passed, the things left unsaid, the moments you can’t get back. He’s thinking about Asuna, about you, about the family you once dreamed of having.

You can feel the unspoken question hanging in the air, the one you’re both too afraid to voice. 

Where did the time go? 

And can you ever find your way back?

Katsuki's heart is pounding like a war drum as he stares at you, watching the tears roll down your cheeks. His mind races, every instinct screaming at him to do something—anything—to take away your pain. He clenches his fists, digging his nails into his palms before muttering a soft, 

" Fuck it ."

He drops to his knees in the grass in front of you, his hands reaching out tentatively before cupping your face. His warm thumbs, surprisingly soft and gentle despite the callouses from years of training, begin to wipe away your tears. His touch is hesitant but tender, as if he's afraid of breaking you.

"Stop," you whisper, trying to pull back, your voice trembling. 

"I don't want to cry here... not in front of—"

But before you can finish, you're enveloped in a solid warmth, Katsuki's strong, muscular arms wrapping around you. He pulls you close, his grip firm yet comforting, like he's afraid you'll slip away if he lets go. You feel the wetness of his tears falling onto your scalp, and the slight tremor in his body tells you that he’s crying too.

The realization hits you like a wave—

Katsuki Bakugo, the man who rarely showed vulnerability, is breaking down with you. 

Again.

You hesitate, your body stiffening for a moment as you wrestle with the propriety of this public display, with the weight of everything that’s happened: The villain attacks, the memory of holding Rita’s hand as she passed, the countless hours spent as a hero, and the challenge of raising Asuna. 

It’s been so much, too much, and you’ve held it together for so long.

But your heart, your exhausted, battered heart, has had enough. 

It craves the comfort of this moment, the safety in Katsuki’s arms. 

With a shaky breath, you let go of the restraint you’ve clung to for so long. Your arms wrap around his broad back, fingers gripping the fabric of his jacket as you press yourself closer to him. The dam breaks, and you allow yourself to sob, the sound muffled against his chest.

Katsuki holds you tighter, his own tears mixing with yours as the weight of years spent apart, the missed chances, the unspoken words—all of it—comes crashing down. His hand cradles the back of your head, the other resting on your back, his fingers splayed out as if anchoring you to him.

You both cry, your tears mingling with the chill in the air, but for once, the cold doesn’t matter. The world fades away, leaving just the two of you, connected in this raw, unfiltered moment of shared grief and long-buried affection.

He never did stop loving you. How could he? Even through all the years apart, that love lingered, simmering beneath the surface, unspoken but always present. And in a way, you never stopped loving him either. How could you? Katsuki helped give you the most precious part of your life—your best friend for life. The thought sends a pang through your heart, a reminder of something important.

“Oh, shit ,” you whisper, your mind racing. 

"Asuna ."

You sniff and turn your face up toward Katsuki, who’s looking at you with a mixture of concern and something softer—the fucking face that makes your heart ache. 

Before you can react, he reaches for the hem of his shirt and uses it to gently wipe your nose.

The unexpected gesture makes you blink, your cheeks heating as you catch a glimpse of his well-defined abs. The sight is brief, but it lingers in your mind, reminding you how long it’s been since you’ve really noticed someone like that.

Sure, Mina dragg’s you out to clubs, and you’d gone to Class 1-A’s get-togethers to keep up appearances. But it wasn’t the same. The casual flings and fleeting attractions never filled the void.

Even the times you’d helped Hitoshi with his laundry brought a sense of familiarity, but not the spark you felt now.

You blink hard, trying to shake off the thoughts of Hitoshi.

This moment was about you and Katsuki, not the tangled mess of your other best friend asking weird questions.

Wind picks up, rustling the trees around the park, sending leaves spiraling through the air. Both of you react instinctively, grabbing the binders and photo albums before they can scatter. You stuff them back into Katsuki’s bag with hurried hands, both of you laughing softly at the urgency.

"Here," Katsuki says, offering you the bag. His voice is firm but gentle, his eyes locked on yours.

You start to protest, shaking your head. “I can’t—”

“Yeah you can,” he cuts you off, his tone leaving no room for argument. His hands linger on the bag for a moment longer before letting go, and you feel the weight of it, not just physically but emotionally.

You accept it with a small nod, glancing down at the bag. A flicker of curiosity prompts you to unzip the pocket and pull out a binder, the one with the freeze-lock. 

It really is Rita’s will, intact and pristine. 

A wave of emotion washes over you as you thumb through the pages, the reality of it crashing on you.

You close the binder and slip it back into the bag, zipping it closed with a sigh. For a moment, the two of you sit in silence, the distant chatter of children playing blending with the rustle of leaves and the hum of traffic in the background.

"I need to return your jacket from last night," you say, breaking the quiet.

Katsuki blinks, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion for a moment before realization dawns. He’d forgotten you still had his jacket.

“ ’S fine,” he replies, his voice low and soft. “Keep it, long as you need.”

The simple offer carries more weight than you expected, and you find yourself considering again, a small, grateful feeling tugging at your heart. You glance around, noticing the park beginning to clear as parents gather their children, the chill in the air growing sharper with the time going on.

You look back at Katsuki, his gaze steady on you, and he knows you have to say something more. 

You glance up at Katsuki, your thoughts swirling with everything you want to say but can’t quite find the words for. 

"Can we walk?" you ask softly. "It helps me think. There's... stuff I want to say."

Katsuki’s eyebrows rise in surprise, but he quickly nods. Without hesitation, he stands up and holds his hands out to you. For a brief second, you think about getting up on your own, but before you can act, he effortlessly lifts you to your feet. 

It’s so easy for him, like you weigh nothing at all.

The sensation floods you with memories

Training sessions where he’d lift you without breaking a sweat, missions where he’d toss you into the air with perfect precision, the times he carried you on his shoulder and ran headlong into the ocean just for fun.

You even remember that chaotic night when Denki got everyone in trouble with the cops, and Katsuki hoisted you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes to make a quick escape.

Or that one ill-advised mission to break into Aizawa’s apartment for a surprise birthday party, which, unsurprisingly, did not go over well with the man himself.

Each memory rushes through you in a dizzying wave, grounding you in the present as you find yourself standing on your own two feet. Katsuki slings the bag over his shoulder, his crimson eyes locking onto yours with a quiet intensity.

"Where to?" he asks, his voice steady, a soft contrast to the tumultuous thoughts in your mind.

You glance around, taking in the park around you—the way the golden light filters through the trees, casting long shadows across the grass. The air is cool, the distant sound of traffic mingling with the rustle of leaves. It’s peaceful in a way that makes the weight in your chest a little lighter.

"Just... around," you say finally, motioning toward the winding path that leads out of the park. 

"Let’s just walk for a bit."

Katsuki gives a slight nod and falls into step beside you, his presence comforting in its familiarity. The two of you walk in silence for a while, the only sounds are the crunch of gravel beneath your feet and the soft rustling of leaves.

Every so often, you catch him glancing at you, his expression unreadable, yet there’s something in his eyes that makes your heart ache in a way that’s both painful and soothing.

As you walk, the words you’ve been struggling to find begin to form, the weight of what you want to say pressing more heavily with each step. 

The afternoon sun filters through the trees, casting dappled patterns across the path. The silence between you is easy, comfortable, filled with the lingering echoes of shared history. 

Katsuki breaks the quiet first, his voice low but warm. "Did you get home safe last night?"

"Yeah," you reply, glancing over at him. "Thanks for asking. What about you?"

He shrugs, his usual nonchalant air tempered by the softness in his tone. "Crashed at Kirishima's condo."

You nod, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "I miss the big guy. He’s always been the best. So respectful and such a positive influence. I’m glad he's around for the younger generation."

Katsuki’s lips quirk into a faint grin at the mention of his closest friend. "Yeah, he’s a good guy."

As you walk past a cluster of trees, you remain blissfully unaware of the two little spies hiding just out of sight. Eri, twenty but still petite enough to blend in as a teen, peers out from behind a thick trunk.

Her long hair is tucked into a knitted beanie lined with a soft, slinky fabric, effectively disguising her. She watches you both with wide, curious eyes, biting her lip to suppress a noise. From her vantage point, she can barely contain her excitement.

Above, Asuna moves through the branches with practiced ease, her movements silent and precise thanks to her training with Shinsou.

She perches on a sturdy limb, her sharp eyes focused on you and Katsuki as you stroll along the path. The rustling leaves mask her presence as she keeps a close watch. Her heart pounds with anticipation, the thrill of sneaking around amplified by the mission at hand.

She flicks away a message from Shinsou asking why she dropped her location without context. His apartment is on the other side of the city, but her focus is here, on you.

"Do you hear anything? " Eri whispers, her gaze darting between the couple below and the large bunny-eared woman who’s scanning the park with a determined expression.

"Not yet ," Asuna responds, her voice barely a breath as she inches closer, her eyes narrowing in concentration. " I’m getting closer. "

Below, Rumi strides through the park, her sharp gaze sweeping across the playground. She peers into the playhouses, her presence immediately drawing the attention of a group of children. They swarm her, giggling and shouting excitedly as they try to climb her, their small hands grasping at her arms and legs.

"Can I have your autograph!?" one child squeals.

"Can you jump really high?" another asks, eyes wide with admiration.

Rumi chuckles, her usual fierce demeanor softened by the enthusiasm of the kids. She ruffles a few heads and signs autographs with a smirk, though her eyes never stop scanning the area, looking for any sign of the two mischief-makers she knows are hiding somewhere.

As you and Katsuki continue your walk, the sounds of laughter and playful screams fill the air, blending with the rustling leaves and distant hum of the city. The warmth of the sun contrasts with the cool breeze, creating a perfect harmony that seems to settle over the park. 

Despite the serene surroundings, there’s a sense of anticipation in the air, a silent countdown ticking toward an inevitable reunion that neither you nor Katsuki are quite prepared for.

Katsuki's voice cuts through the tranquil park air, his words laced with curiosity. "Asuna's an interesting kid," he comments, his tone thoughtful.

You glance at him, the hint of a smile playing on your lips. "What makes you say that?"

He shifts the bag on his shoulder, his gaze fixed ahead.

"Had a conversation with her. She’s got a sharp mind. Quick wit. Reminds me of someone."

Your brows furrow, piecing together the timeline. You think back to yesterday. She mentioned running into some of your friends at the convenience store.

Katsuki continues, his face softening. "Yeah, nosey as all shit. She’s got this energy about her. Like she’s always thinking, always a step ahead."

Your heart warms at the mention of Asuna, a silent guilt swelling within you. You wonder how she’s faring with Rumi right now, considering texting the rabbit hero to check in. But before you can pull out your phone, Katsuki’s next question freezes you mid-step.

"So... how’d firefly get her eyes that color?"

The question is simple, but it hits you like a punch to the gut from All Might. Your foot catches on an uneven part of the path, and for a split second, gravity takes over. 

Before you can hit the ground, Katsuki’s hands are on you, steady and sure, pulling you upright with ease.

" Watch where you're going ," he chides, his voice gruff but concerned. "City hasn't been listening to me about evening out this damn park."

You huff, brushing off the moment as best you can. "Thanks for the save."

"Don’t thank me," he mutters, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than necessary.

Above you, hidden among the branches, Asuna watches the exchange with bated breath. She almost called out, her heart leaping into her throat, but the scarf over her mouth muffles any sound. Eri nudges her from the earbuds, silently urging her to stay quiet, their mission far from over.

You clear your throat, steadying yourself. "Her eyes are from her father. It’s hereditary."

Katsuki, in the midst of adjusting his boots, nearly trips at your words. His eyes widen as he stumbles, and you’re quick to grab his arm, pulling him back before he can fall.

"Careful," you say, the irony of the situation not lost on you. "You good?"

His expression shifts, concern etched into his features. "I wanted to ask if—" He hesitates, searching for the right words. "If her father... did he hurt you? Is that why you don’t wanna talk about it?"

The air grows heavy between you, the weight of unspoken truths pressing down. You take a breath, the familiar mix of dread and other emotions swirling into a potent cocktail in your chest. "Not exactly," you begin, but he’s already leaning closer, his eyes sharp and intense.

"It’s black and white," he insists. "Either yes or no."

You wave him off, walking a few steps ahead, the distance between you feeling like an insurmountable chasm. "It’s not that simple when you’re in love."

His footsteps falter, and when you turn, his face is a storm of emotions, his hands clenched in his pockets. 

"You were in love with him?"

The wind picks up, rustling the leaves and carrying the sounds of the park around you. 

Children’s laughter, the chatter of passing couples, the distant hum of traffic—all of it fades into the background as you lock eyes with Katsuki. His spiky hair is pushed back by his mask, and your braids snap upwards in the gust, creating a tableau of tension and unresolved feelings.

For a moment, the space between you feels like an entire universe, the weight of eight Jupiters pressing down. You see it in his eyes—the belief that he had been your only. The realization hits you like a tidal wave, threatening to pull you under. 

Both of you could stand a million miles apart and it would still be closer. 

Anger flickers at the edges of your thoughts, but it’s quickly doused by you acknowledging the hope that he hasn’t been creeping around town either. This conversation is harder than you ever imagined, the words caught in your throat, the memories threatening to overwhelm.

"You need love to make a baby, not just sex," you snap, the words leaving your mouth before you can filter them.

"I think other people would beg to differ," Katsuki retorts, his voice laced with frustration.

You both stand there, the tension crackling like static in the air. Katsuki sighs, his brows furrowed as he takes a step after you. 

"Wait!" he calls out, his tone softer but no less insistent.

You pause, looking back at him, your expression guarded. His hand reaches out, catching the sleeve of your jacket, tugging lightly to keep you in place. His crimson eyes meet yours, filled with something you can’t quite name—earnestness, perhaps. 

"I honestly just want to know," he admits, his voice low, almost pleading.

"Why?" you ask, the question hanging in the air between you, heavy with unspoken thoughts.

Katsuki’s throat tightens, that familiar, uncomfortable feeling rising within him. It’s the same sensation he gets when he wants to say something important but fears hurting you. 

"I get it," he begins, his gaze falling to the ground. "I understand that you and me—we’re over. I shouldn’t linger on it. But..." He looks up, his expression raw and open in a way you rarely see. 

"You were the only person I’ve ever been with. The only woman I’ve known. So, from the bottom of my heart, I want to know... Is Asuna—"

"Long time no see, huh?"

Both of you whip around at the sound of the familiar sultry voice, eyes widening in surprise. 

There, striding towards you with the casual ease of a cat, is Hitoshi Shinsou.

"Hitoshi!" you call out, your voice filled with genuine surprise and a touch of relief.

Shinsou approaches, a slight smirk playing on his lips as he takes in the scene. His cool, collected demeanor is accentuated by his laid-back outfit—a dark purple tee peeking out from under a long, white thermal shirt, an oversized black coat draped over his frame.

His baggy blue jeans hang loose, a chain glinting in the sunlight with every step he takes. His usual five piercings catch the light, the small silver hoops and studs adding a subtle edge to his appearance.

A knitted cat ear beanie, deep violet and snug on his head, is the most telling feature, Eri’s handiwork, a gift she had made with care. His nails are still painted black, remnants of the day Asuna had experimented with new colors on him. Around his neck is a thick flannel scarf, a mismatch against his typically coordinated outfits.

You recognize it instantly—it’s the one you gave him, a rare splash of warmth in his otherwise dark wardrobe.

Katsuki’s gaze shifts from Shinsou’s nonchalant figure to his hands, his grip on your sleeve tightening slightly. 

"What’s behind yer back?" Katsuki asks, his tone guarded, suspicious.

Shinsou’s smirk widens as he pulls his arms from behind him, revealing a bouquet of flowers.

The assortment of blooms is vibrant, the colors rich and varied, a stark contrast to the muted tones of his attire. He holds them out to you with a small flourish, his eyes meeting yours with a twinkle of amusement.

"For you," he says simply, the words carrying an unexpected weight.

You stare at the bouquet, momentarily taken aback. 

The tension that had been suffocating moments before dissipates slightly, replaced by a confusing mix of emotions. Around you, the park continues in its lively rhythm—children’s laughter echoes from the playground, joggers pass by with the rhythmic thud of their feet against the path, and the rustling of leaves provides a soothing backdrop.

You take the bouquet, fingers brushing against Shinsou’s as you do. 

"Thank you," you say softly, the gesture both surprising and comforting.

Katsuki’s eyes narrow slightly, watching the exchange with a mixture of curiosity and judgement, something he can’t quite place or doesn’t want to acknowledge.

Asuna, still hidden above in the branches, watches the scene unfold with wide eyes, her breath caught in her throat. Eri urges her again, a silent reminder to stay still, though her own curiosity is piqued by the unexpected appearance of Shinsou and the bouquet.

The wind picks up again, carrying the scent of the flowers between you, a brief pause in the whirlwind of emotions swirling around. And in that moment, with Shinsou standing cool and confident, Katsuki bristling with unspoken questions, and you holding the bouquet in your hands, the delicate balance between the past and present teeters, waiting to tip one way or the other.

Katsuki's jaw tightened, his grip on your sleeve loosening only to clench his fists at his sides. His voice, usually controlled despite its rough edges, began to rise.

"So, what? You just happen to be around, playing delivery boy? You always this much of a pain in the ass, or is today special?"

Shinsou’s smirk widened, his expression one of pure amusement. 

"Relax, Bakugou. Not everything's about you," he said smoothly, his eyes flicking lazily over to you and back to Katsuki. 

"But hey, if you want to make it about you, by all means, be my guest."

Katsuki’s face reddened, the vein in his temple visibly pulsing.

"Ya think this shit is funny?" His voice was low, dangerous, every word a growl. "You don’t know when to shut yer fucking mouth, do ya?"

Shinsou shrugged, nonchalant. "Only when it’s worth shutting up for. And right now? Not really seeing the point." He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a mocking whisper. 

"Still the same, huh? Sixteen-year-old with anger issues cosplaying as a hero."

Katsuki’s teeth ground together audibly, and before you could intervene, his body tensed, his stance shifting forward. 

"You wanna do this right here? Or ya wanna take this somewhere else?" he snapped, eyes blazing with the intensity of an imminent explosion.

"Stop it!" you shouted, stepping between them, but neither seemed to hear you, their gazes locked in a deadly stand-off.

Just as you prepared to use your quirk to separate them, your phone buzzed in your pocket, the vibration jolting you slightly. You stepped back, pulling it out and glancing at the screen—Rumi’s contact flashing in bold letters. With a frustrated sigh, you answered, retreating a few more steps to hear her over the escalating tension.

"Hey," Rumi’s voice came through, sharp but concerned. "Everything okay?"

You opened your mouth to respond, but above you, Asuna leaned in closer, trying to catch every word of the brewing argument below. Eri’s panicked voice buzzed through the comm in Asuna’s ear. 

"Rumi already caught me! I can’t stall anymore! Dad’s calling!" Eri’s whisper was frantic, almost shaking with nerves.

"Asuna?" you muttered under your breath, your heart sinking further. Meanwhile, Rumi’s voice grew more insistent. "What’s going on? Is Asuna with you?"

"No, she’s—" your words cut off as you saw Katsuki finally snap.

"Go fuck yourself, Shinsou."

Katsuki spat, stepping forward, fists ready to fly. Hitsohi, for his part, only raised an eyebrow, the smirk on his face never faltering. 

"Touched a nerve, did I?" he drawled, eyes gleaming with something dangerous. "You’ve got a lot of sensitivity left for someone who’s supposed to be a pro, Bakugou."

Before the situation could spiral any further, two figures sprinted into view—

Kirishima, his broad frame instantly recognizable, and Mina, her pink hair flying wildly as she ran.

"Whoa, whoa! Cool it, guys!" Kirishima shouted, inserting himself between Katsuki and Shinsou, his hands up in a placating gesture. 

"What’s going on here?"

Mina grabbed Shinsou by the arm, pulling him back with surprising strength. "Seriously, chill out! What are you, five?" she chided, though her voice was more concerned than scolding.

Katsuki did NOT want to fucking see Mina right now.

As the tension began to wane under their intervention, another figure appeared—

Rumi. 

Sprinting toward you all, her expression set in grim determination. Slung over her shoulder, Eri clung tightly, her wide eyes darting between the adults in panic. Rumi skidded to a halt, setting Eri down gently before straightening. 

"Glad everyone’s here," she panted, though her tone was far from relieved.

"Why?" Katsuki asked, his brows knitting together in confusion.

"Asuna’s missing." 

The words hit like a bomb, the weight of them sinking into the air around you all.

You felt your legs weaken as the color drained from your face. Tears welled up in your eyes, streaming down your cheeks before you could even register or stop the motion. Frantically, your fingers fumbled with the phone in your hand, the one linked to Asuna’s tracker. But as you accessed the interface, a cold realization hit you—it wasn’t responding. 

The tracker wasn’t on her. 

It was on you.

"No... no , no , no ," you whispered, panic clawing at your chest.

Katsuki and Shinsou froze, the gravity of Rumi’s words pulling them out of their animosity. Both of their faces paled, their expressions shifting from anger to pure, unadulterated fear.

"Asuna’s missing?" Katsuki’s voice was strained, his eyes wide with horror.

Shinsou’s usually calm demeanor cracked, a flicker of panic crossing his features. 

"What do you mean, missing?" he demanded, stepping forward.

“I mean I haven’t seen the kid in over two hours and she isn’t picking up her damn phone!”

Everyone else seemed to fade into the background as the realization hit home. 

The park, once bustling with life, now felt eerily quiet, the distant sounds of city life drowned out by the pounding of your heart. For a moment, time stood still, the weight of Asuna’s absence pressing down on all of you like a suffocating blanket.

Your chest tightened, each breath shallower than the last as your mind raced, thoughts spiraling into a storm of fear and self-recrimination. 

The hug —The way Asuna had clung to you before you left. 

Her smile —So carefree as she sprinted past the gates and into the building. 

The unfinished conversation about her father lingered in your mind like a haunting echo. 

Was that the last time you would see her?  

The thought sent a fresh wave of nausea surging through you.

‘Is this happening because of me? ’

The question tore at your heart. Your failures as a mother loomed large, every small misstep now magnified into catastrophic proportions. Her asthma. She hadn’t had an attack in months, but that didn’t mean she was safe. You knew how suddenly it could strike, how it could rob her of air when she needed it most. 

What if she was alone?

Your fingers moved on autopilot, logging into the location app on your phone and inputting her information with trembling hands. The voices around you blurred into a cacophony of panic—Rumi's sharp questions directed at Eri, whose face turned a deep crimson as she stammered under the pressure.

"I-I don't know where she is! She was here, and then she—"

Aizawa’s voice, usually so composed, crackled through the phone with uncharacteristic urgency. 

"Eri, stay calm. Where was the last place you saw her?"

Shinsou pulled out his phone, flipping through it rapidly. "She dropped her location to me, but..." He cursed under his breath. 

"It’s expired."

Kirishima waved down a local officer, trying to explain the situation with gestures that grew increasingly frantic. Mina, tears brimming in her eyes, kept trying Asuna’s phone, her voice cracking as she spoke into the receiver. 

"Pick up... please, just pick up!"

This was all too much.  

The noise, the panic, the memories. The time a villain had followed Asuna home, how her quirk malfunctioning had inadvertently saved her life.

‘Could that have happened again?’ 

The idea wrapped around your heart like a vice, squeezing until the world around you began to blur.

Would you ever see her safe and sound again? 

Or was this the beginning of a nightmare that would end with another funeral?

Yesterday, you buried the woman that raised you.

Would you have to bury your daughter now too?

"Fuck no."

You couldn’t hear anyone, couldn’t focus on anything except the paralyzing fear in your chest. Your vision tunneled, the edges fading to black, until Katsuki’s voice cut through the haze, rough and commanding.

“Hey! Look at me!” His hands gripped your shoulders firmly but not harshly. “Breathe. In... and out.” His voice softened slightly, the anger in it replaced by something steadier, almost gentle. “You’ve got this. Come on, do the shitty exercises.”

Mechanically, you followed his lead, your breaths syncing with his as he guided you through the familiar routine. Your mind was still a blur, but you clung to the rhythm, your fingers continuing to work on bypassing the security on Asuna’s phone.

“I promise you,” Katsuki said, his voice low, steady.

“We’re going to find her. I swear it.”

You felt his hands—warm but not burning—gently holding your wrists, pulling them up in front of you. “Look at me. We’re gonna do this together, alright?” His voice was calm yet firm, cutting through the fog in your mind, pulling you back just a little.

His red eyes locked onto yours, and for a moment, you were transfixed. You could see the determination there, the desperation beneath it all. He was trying. He was really trying.

For you.

“Come on,” he said, his voice softer now, more controlled. “I know it’s shit right now, but you’ve gotta breathe through it. You’re not alone, got it?” His thumbs rubbed light circles against your palms, grounding you. “You’re pissed, you’re hurt, and that’s fine. You get to feel that way. Just don’t hurt yourself because of this.”

The validation in his words hit you like a wave. Your chest tightened, your breaths still coming too fast, too shallow. The fire inside you flickered more violently, and you pulled your burning hands away from him, almost like they’d scalded you.

“I can’t—” you gasped, your voice cracking.

“I can’t stop it, Katsuki. It’s… I need to find her.”

You stumbled back a few steps, the air rushing into your lungs in desperate, greedy gulps. It felt like you couldn’t get enough, like no matter how hard you tried to breathe, it’d never be enough. The world around you was spinning, and you were crumbling.

Katsuki didn’t say anything at first.

He just watched you for a moment, his jaw tightening as he saw you fall apart in front of him. His fingers twitched at his sides, wanting to grab you, to pull you close, but he held back. He knew you didn’t want to be touched right now.

So instead, he lowered himself to better see you, hands sitting on his knees just two steps away.

Fuck anyone who thought he looked silly.

He was close enough that you could feel the warmth of his presence, but he gave you space. His breathing remained steady, deep and calm, like he was trying to show you that you were okay.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he said softly, his voice low, almost a whisper.

“You hear me? I’m not leaving you to figure this shit out on your own.”

You didn’t respond, your body still tensed up, shaking. You could feel the cold of the winter air seeping into your skin, but it was like your quirk was fighting back against it, flames sparking and sputtering under the surface. You were torn between the cold and the heat, between your need to feel control and your fear that you’d lose your daughter again.

“I know it feels like everything’s closing in on you,” Katsuki continued, his voice steady and unwavering, “but you’ve gotta fight it. And I know you can.” There was a pause, the wind howling around the two of you as the park buzzed faintly in the distance.

“You’re going to find her. I’m not letting you hurt yourself because of some stupid voice in yer head. Not again.”

His words hung in the air, heavy with meaning, with commitment. He wasn’t going to let you spiral, wasn’t going to let you fall into that darkness again. You could hear the unspoken worry in his voice, the fear that you might break yourself trying to fight through this.

You swallowed hard, your dry throat burning with the effort. The cold air felt sharp as it scraped through your lungs, and for a second, it felt like you might shatter. You wanted to scream, to cry, to let it all out, but instead, you just stood up taller, pressing one hand to your chest as you punched commands to the phone.

Katsuki shifted beside you, and you could feel him there, like a steady presence keeping you tethered. He wasn’t leaving. He wasn’t running from the mess, from the fire.

Your fire.

“I don’t know what the hell I’m doing,” he admitted quietly, his voice soft but firm. “But I’m here. And you’re gonna be okay.”

He didn’t touch you, didn’t force you to move. He just squats there with you, his presence solid and unyielding, waiting for you to breathe, to come back to yourself.

Mechanically, you begin to follow his lead, your breaths syncing with his as he guides you through the familiar routine. Your mind was still a blur, but you clung to the rhythm, your fingers continuing to work on bypassing the security on Asuna’s phone.

"I promise you," Katsuki said, his voice low, steady. 

"We’re going to find her. I swear it."

He takes Hitoshi's flowers from your hands, carefully tucking them into his bookbag before stepping back. Your phone dinged, and your heart lurched as you read the notification: 

Her coordinates.

No sooner than the location hit your phone did Aizawa arrived, running up as Kirishima waved him over. Shinsou was showing pictures of Asuna to the officer, flipping between his wallet and phone, his normally stoic face etched with worry.

"She’s... right here?" you whispered, your voice shaking as you stared at the screen. 

"Her phone is here!"

Everyone looked around, scanning the area with wide, desperate eyes. But there was nothing. 

No sign of Asuna. 

The realization hit you like a physical blow, and the scream that tore from your throat was raw, born of fear and frustration. Stomping forward you looked out into the field of flowers and the ice skating rink before your eyes confirmed it, she isn't here.

You kick a nearby tree, the impact sends a shock through your leg, but it doesn't matter. The pain was a welcome distraction from the chaos in your soul. 

Katsuki makes the others stand back from you, as remnants of your quirk kicked up and your lava began to burn away the base of the tree, socks and boots also melting away with your right foot now exposed and smoking with a foul order entering the air that reflected how nasty you felt inside. 

What you felt fall onto your scalp, however, made you freeze. Your breath hitched as you looked down and let it all into your hand. 

A sugar-coated almond?

Your heart thudded in your chest as your mind raced. 

Asuna’s favorite snack.

Before you could fully process it, a blur of movement in the tree above caught your eye.

Something, or someone, came crashing down, colliding directly with Katsuki.

He stumbled back, hands instinctively going up to catch the figure that had fallen from the branches. Relief and panic warred within you as you watched Katsuki grip her shoulders, holding her steady. Her face was flushed, her breath coming in short gasps, but she was there—

Alive . 

"Asuna!"

Everyone surged forward, voices overlapping in a chaotic symphony of concern and relief. Asuna hunches in the center, a mix of confusion and exhaustion etched into her face. Leaves and twigs stick out of her braids, tangled with the soft fabric of her scarf. Her wide, shell-shocked eyes darted from one person to the next, unable to process the barrage of questions.

"Asuna, what happened?" Hitoshi's voice was the first to cut through the din, calm but edged with urgency. His hand hovered near her shoulder, hesitant yet ready to steady her if she faltered.

Before she could respond, Katsuki stepped in, wrapping an arm around both you and Asuna, his protective instincts kicking in. 

"Back off!" he barked, voice sharp as he sensed her growing distress. But even as he spoke, the groaning sound of the tree behind you reached a breaking point.

The tree, unable to withstand the force of your kick and the intense heat from your quirk’s sudden activation, began to give way. Smoke curled from the blackened bark, the air heavy with the scent of scorched wood.

"Move!" Katsuki’s arm tightened around you both, and with a swift, practiced motion, he propelled all three of you backwards as the tree collapsed with a deafening crash. Sparks flew as the ground trembled beneath the impact, sending people scrambling back with screams of terror, the scene descending into chaos as onlookers assumed the worst—

A villain attack.

Your breathing hitched, panic threatening to overwhelm you again. The crowd’s shouts blurred into a haze, their thoughts spiraling into worst-case scenarios. 

Just as the panic reached its peak, Asuna wobbled up onto her knees, hands trembling as she raised them. A shimmering barrier of energy flickered to life around the smoldering remains of the tree.

The glowing shield expanded, encasing the flames and heat, creating a makeshift box around the burning debris. Her face contorted in concentration, her body visibly trembling as she compressed the energy, the barrier shrinking tighter and tighter until the tree was reduced to nothing but a smoldering patch of grass, too hot to touch or even approach.

The tension in your chest eased just a fraction as Katsuki helped you both to your feet. His eyes, usually filled with a spark of defiance, were softened now, filled with a mixture of worry and relief as he steadied Asuna. Hitoshi appeared beside you, his brows knitted together as he reached out to offer support, his hand briefly brushing yours in reassurance.

"Asuna, what happened?" you asked, voice shaky but determined. You had to understand  what had led to this moment.

She opened her mouth, but the words caught in her throat. The crowd pressed closer again, their concerned faces creating a wall of noise and questions that threatened to suffocate her. Her breathing quickened, her hands clenching at her sides as she struggled to form a coherent sentence.

"Give her some space!" Katsuki's voice boomed, his towering presence helping to create a barrier between Asuna and the pressing throng. His arms spread wide as he urged the others to step back, his own face set in a mask of calm determination despite the chaos around him. 

Asuna tries to exhale, her chest rising and falling rapidly, but the smoke from the burning tree had already infiltrated her lungs. Her breaths become shallow, wheezing gasps, each one a struggle. She presses a hand to her chest, panic evident in her eyes.

"Asuna!" you called, your voice cracking. "Your inhaler—"

Eri, wide-eyed but quick to react, fumbled in her coat pockets before pulling out the small device. She threw it to Katsuki, who caught it in a swift motion and handed it to you. You knelt in front of Asuna, your hands steady despite the turmoil in your heart, pressing the inhaler to her lips.

"Two pumps," you whispered, your voice soothing. "Breathe out."

Asuna obeyed, taking two short bursts before inhaling deeply. She coughed, the harsh sound reverberating through the clearing, her body wracked with the effort. But slowly, her breathing began to even out, the color returning to her cheeks as the medicine worked its way through her system.

Inside, though, Asuna was still spiraling. 

The sheer number of people surrounding her, the guilt of what she had put you through—it all pressed down on her, threatening to consume her. Her hands trembled as she reached out, clutching your arm as if anchoring herself to reality.

"I’m sorry," she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper. 

"I didn’t mean to... I didn’t know..."

Your heart ached at the sight of her struggling, the weight of her panic and guilt mirrored in her tear-filled eyes. You pulled her into a tight embrace, whispering soothing words as you rubbed circles on her back.

"Why are you sorry?" you murmured, voice steady despite the turmoil in your heart. "You’re safe now. That’s all that matters."

Around you, the others stood in a protective semi-circle, their expressions a mix of relief and lingering concern. 

Shinsou’s gaze remained on Asuna, his usual stoicism tempered with a softness that hinted at his own worry. Rumi and Kirishima kept the crowd at bay, his reassuring smile doing its best to calm the onlookers.

Mina, tears still glistening in her eyes, hovered nearby, her phone in hand, ready to call for help if needed. Asuna’s breathing continued to slow, her grip on you loosening as the tension in her body began to ease. She was still shaken, the adrenaline crash leaving her drained, but the worst was over.

For now.

The air around you felt suffocating, thick with the weight of the moment as everything seemed to slow to a crawl. 

Asuna’s trembling hand reached out, seeking comfort, and Hitoshi was quick to respond, his own hand steady as he took hers. His voice, quiet and steady, began to hum—a familiar melody meant to soothe her in the way he had done so many times before. The hum reverberated through her, and she tried, desperately, to breathe deeply like the doctors had taught her all those years ago.

But despite her best efforts, the panic didn't subside.

Her chest constricted with each breath, a reminder of how her quirk had taken control of the situation, spiraling out of her grasp. And under the surface, guilt gnawed at her. 'I  should have just trusted you ,' she thought. Should’ve waited to have this conversation with you. But it was too late now, and the reality of the moment crashed into her. 

She had put you through this— again .

Tears fell silently from her eyes as she thought of how badly she had fucked up, the emotional dam that had been holding back the tears finally breaking under the weight of everything. You were there, kneeling in front of her, picking out twigs and leaves from her hair, your fingers trembling as they gently brushed through the strands. 

You don't notice the tears falling from your own eyes, the guilt of what had just happened rushing in like a tide. Your heart twist's with the thought that your quirk had been the catalyst for all this, had triggered Asuna’s asthma and sent her into a panic. And you couldn’t help but think that maybe if you’d just controlled it better, if you had been more careful with your emotions, none of this would have happened.

'If you had done things ‘right’ this wouldn’t have happened.'

Asuna’s tears flowed harder as she caught sight of you crying. 

Her mother, the woman who had always been the strong one, the one who kept everything together—

Was breaking down in front of her. 

It only made her cry harder. Her chest tightened, her panic deepening. The guilt, the feeling of failure, overwhelmed her, and the tears wouldn’t stop.

Katsuki, who had been squatting a little to the side, looking like he was ready to pop off at any moment, felt the shift in the air. He turned to Asuna, who was gripping your arm tightly, and her desperate, tear-filled gaze caught his. 

It was a look he couldn’t ignore. 

One that made his hatred and jealousy falter.

Katsuki knelt down beside you both, and without a word, he reached for Asuna’s hand. His warmth wrapped around both you and her, pulling you closer together. He wouldn’t leave—not now, not when she needed him, not when you both needed him. He wasn't about to abandon anyone, especially not Asuna.

“Don’t worry,” he murmured under his breath, his words directed at both of you. “Your mama’s gotcha.”

Asuna’s breath hitched at his words. It was the warmth of his touch , his presence, that helped her hold it together, even as the world seemed to be falling apart around her. 

She didn’t want him to leave, didn’t want anyone to leave. Her hands squeezed his, grounding her in the moment. The last thing she needed was to be left alone.

Asuna felt herself losing control again, tears blurring her vision as she caught sight of you crying. It made her heart break all over again. You were always so strong for her, always taking the weight of the world onto your shoulders. 

Now, to see you so vulnerable—so fragile—was a reminder of just how much pressure she had been putting on you.

And then it all came crashing down

The complete realization that she had just put you through all of this—put everyone through this.

Her chest tightened again, and she could barely breathe. Her impulse, usually something she could control, had spiraled out of control, and in that moment, she felt more alone than ever. 

Just then, you felt a gentle squeeze on your wrist, and you turned to find Hitoshi looking at you, his eyes wet with concern. He had seen this before, the aftermath of asthma-related incidents, the fear in Asuna’s eyes, the way it caused her body to tremble.

But this time felt different. The fear was heavier. He hummed again, his voice quieter this time, almost a whisper meant for Asuna’s broken heart.

And then Katsuki’s phone buzzed in his pocket. His face hardened, and he stood, shaking his head as he pulled it out. “I'm calling for help,” he said, his voice strained but still determined. But as he moved to go, Asuna’s hand shot out, gripping his wrist with more strength than she thought she had left. Katsuki hesitated, and then, without a word, he dropped to his knees again, staying by her side. 

She needed him.

And Katsuki knew there was no place he’d rather be.

The chaos of the moment didn’t relent. 

Rumi’s voice could be heard, arguing with an officer in the background. Aizawa, his usually calm demeanor turning more intense, joined in, his voice sharp as he tried to de-escalate the situation. The officer was insistent, asking if you had a heat-related quirk.

When you nodded, your heart skipped a beat. Before you could react, the officer’s voice shot out, demanding you turn around and place your hands behind your back. Your eyes widened, and the pit in your stomach dropped. 

You didn’t understand.

This was a mistake, wasn’t it? 

A quirk accident—nothing more, nothing less. You hadn’t meant for any of this to happen.

But the officer’s words cut through you. 

“Heroes are not above the law,” he said, his voice firm. “You’ve endangered innocent civilians. Damaged city property. Caused a public stir. And as for that little stunt with the tree? It’s technically theft— not including using a quirk without a license to do so.”

Your breath caught in your throat, and you stepped in front of Asuna, your body instinctively moving to protect her. Your quirk flared, heat radiating off you, but it wasn’t enough to stop the officer’s advance. 

Your heart pounded as you glared at him, standing firm between him and your daughter.

Rumi stepped forward, her usual playful attitude long gone, replaced by a fire in her eyes. “You’re gonna arrest her for this? Go catch real criminals, you piece of shit!” she shouted, her voice cold with anger, but her stance firm, ready to defend you. Aizawa sighed and ran a hand through his hair, his eyes narrowing in disbelief. “This isn’t the time,” he muttered.

But you were frozen. 

The realization hit you like a ton of bricks—this wasn’t just about a quirk accident anymore.

This was about the fact that you were a foreigner.

A top hero in Japan, yes, but still an outsider in many’s eyes.

You had heard the whispers recently, stories of non-Japanese heroes being falsely arrested on fabricated charges.  It had been a constant topic on the news before your nation wide blackout shifted the focus elsewhere. 

You understood, to an extent, how foreigners could stand out in a different country. But you were still a dual citizen. You had a right to be here, and there was a proper, legal way to handle situations like this. The thought that something as simple as your nationality could be twisted into a weapon was a bitter pill to swallow.

And the worst part? 

Asuna was caught right in the middle of it.

Your daughter. 

You heard Asuna’s soft gasp behind you, and when you turned, her eyes were wide, clear—but terrified . She wasn’t breathing. Not from the asthma attack this time. But from the crushing weight of fear that had settled into her chest.

Her voice, barely a whisper, shattered the air. “ Mom… don’t… please… ”

Her words, heavy with panic and guilt, hit you harder than any blow ever could. Her quirk had solved this, but she didn’t deserve to be the one paying for it.  Anger wells up inside as you turn back to face the officer. You could feel your quirk itching at the edge of your control, threatening to ignite again, but you pushed it down.

For Asuna.

For your family.

You couldn’t afford to lose yourself now. But as the officer’s hand reached out, you knew one thing with absolute certainty- 

No matter what happens, you won’t let anything happen to Asuna.

The tension in the air was palpable, as though everyone was holding their breath, waiting for something to shift. Aizawa stepped forward, his usually calm and collected demeanor now tinged with the unmistakable edge of danger. 

He positioned himself firmly between you and the officer, his body language saying everything that words couldn’t quite convey. He wasn’t going to let this go any further.

Not while you were in the line of fire, not while Asuna was still struggling to breathe, and not while his daughter and students were gathered around, watching in various states of tension and concern.

His voice, when it came, was low and dangerous, but underneath it, there was the unmistakable undertone of diplomacy.

“Back off, officer,” he said. “This isn’t your protocol and you know it.”

The words were smooth, yet there was an edge. A promise of consequences should this situation escalate any further.

Just then, you felt a warm, heavy presence behind you, and without having to turn around, you knew Katsuki was there. His energy, always a little soothing, became an anchor for you in that chaotic moment.

You look back to Asuna and Hitoshi, and you could hear him mumbling under his breath, words flowing together too quickly to catch. His quirk, always a little more covert and subtle, worked its magic on the officer in an instant.

The officer’s gaze went blank, his stance shifting from firm to oddly compliant, as if his mind had been wiped clean. 

He blinked rapidly, as though trying to shake off a sudden fog. The change was subtle, but it didn’t take long for Hitoshi’s effect to take hold fully. The officer, now under his control, was completely unaware of what was happening around him.

Rumi, ever quick on her feet, didn’t hesitate for a second. 

She moved swiftly to the officer’s body camera, and with a practiced flick, she ripped it off his uniform. In a blink, the camera was open, and she was extracting the chip with a smooth motion, sliding it into her pocket before anyone could react. 

Then, she handed it over to Katsuki, who didn’t waste a second. With a barely contained smirk, he took the chip from her, and in a single motion, he detonated it, causing a small but satisfying explosion that sent the device into smithereens.

Your heart skipped a beat as you watched the officer’s confusion grow. 

His eyes, now vacant of any understanding, drifted over the scene before him, as though he was seeing everything for the first time, trying to piece it all together. And in that moment, Hitoshi continued to work, murmuring low, steady words into the officer’s mind, keeping him in a state of compliance.

It wasn’t long before the officer’s eyes flickered with a mild disorientation, as if he was waking up from a trance. And then, with a quiet groan, he blinked a few more times, trying to orient himself. 

“Where... where am I?” His voice was thick, as though he had just woken from a deep sleep.

Everyone else seemed to simultaneously shift into action, a sort of tactical calm falling over the group as they began to speak with unsettling sweetness. Aizawa’s voice was the first to cut through the silence, his tone almost tender, though there was still an underlying firmness. 

“It’s just that time of year, officer. You know how it is,” he said, offering a calm smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Pro Hero Obsidian here accidentally sneezed so hard that her quirk activated, and well... let’s just say the tree didn’t stand a chance.”

The officer’s confused gaze traveled to you, as though trying to decipher the explanation.

His brow furrowed, but the words seemed to sink in, albeit slowly. He looked around at the remnants of the tree, the scorched earth, and the oddness of it all, still trying to piece together what had just occurred. His hand wandered to his vest, patting himself down as if looking for answers.

But they were gone. His body camera, his grasp on the situation—everything had slipped from his mind in the haze of confusion Hitoshi had woven around him. 

You took a deep breath, careful not to let your quirk flare up again as you approached him, offering the most sincere smile you could manage under the circumstances.

“I really do appreciate your quick response, officer. Honestly, it’s amazing how fast you were able to rip the body cam off when it caught fire.” You let out a short, apologetic chuckle, trying to ease the tension.

“Quirk’s are a bit unpredictable this time of the year, you know?”

The officer looked at you, his expression shifting from confusion to something resembling disgust. He nodded stiffly, clearly uncomfortable, though he was no longer quite as combative as he had been moments ago. 

“Glad to help ,” he muttered, still patting himself down, though he couldn’t seem to find a clear explanation for what had just occurred.

“Well, I’m sorry again about the allergies,” you continued, trying to keep the situation light. 

The officer gave a curt nod, though it didn’t reach his eyes, and then he asked, almost absently, 

“Can I see your license for the incident report?”

Katsuki, who had been watching everything unfold with his usual intensity, stepped forward and reached into his jacket pocket. Without hesitation, he pulled out his business card, slapping it into the palm of the officer. 

“Here. Should clear everything up.” His voice was cool, nonchalant, as if this was just another day for him. 

“Good rest of your day, officer.”

The officer took the card, his hand shaking slightly, though he didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he gave a nod and shuffled off, still visibly bewildered, as though everything he had just experienced didn’t make sense, and he wasn’t sure how to process it.

As soon as he was out of sight, you let out a long, shaky breath, feeling the tension in your body finally begin to ease. But just as you were about to relax, Aizawa and Mina closed in on you, both of them wrapping you in a hug.

The warmth of their embrace grounded you, and for a moment, everything felt safe again. You rested your head against Aizawa’s shoulder, letting the stress of the situation melt away, at least for now.

Katsuki, still standing nearby, caught Kirishima’s eye, who was now nudging him lightly. “What just happened?” Kirishima asked, his voice laced with curiosity and concern. He was mostly oblivious to understanding what had just gone down. Katsuki’s gaze flickered toward the retreating officer and then back to his friend. “You don’t wanna know,” he said with a sharp look.

“But it’s all good now.”

Meanwhile, Eri had knelt down next to Asuna, who was still visibly shaken, but she had stopped crying. Hitoshi’s humming continued, soft and soothing, the rhythm lulling Asuna into a more stable state of mind. Eri reached out, her hand gently resting on Asuna’s shoulder, offering her support as her wide, empathetic eyes softened.

And in the background, Rumi, having finished trailing the officer at a distance, was about to take off after him when Aizawa pulled her back with a tug of his scarf, bringing her back into the fold of the hug with a force that was almost comforting. Rumi didn’t resist, leaning into the embrace and sharing a brief, unspoken moment of relief with the group.

The scene quieted, and everything seemed to settle into place. 

Even though the tension had been so thick just moments ago, there was a peace that now lingered. No one had been badly hurt, and the crisis had been averted, even if the situation had gotten far too close to the edge for comfort.

You couldn’t help but feel immense gratitude for the team of people who had circled around you, protecting you and Asuna, keeping you both safe.

For a moment, it felt like nothing else mattered.

Until the distant sound of sirens grew louder, and you felt a sudden jolt of panic hit your chest.

The calm of the moment was quickly overtaken by the flashing lights of an approaching ambulance. 

You barely had time to react before you heard your name being called—sharp, urgent, and cutting through the chaos. You turned to see Elle, your manager, rushing towards you with her usual grace replaced by frantic energy.

She moved with a wild sort of urgency, her high heels tapping sharply against the pavement as she approached. Her face was a mix of concern and confusion, and you couldn’t help but notice how completely disheveled she looked.

Her perfectly put-together business attire, which always screamed efficiency, was now a far cry from its usual polished perfection. Her white blouse was stained with something—coffee or maybe even chocolate, you couldn’t tell—and her black suit was wrinkled and creased from the chaos that had unfolded. 

The flats she wore, which were stylish yet surprisingly comfortable, looked more like slippers than anything suited for a high-stress moment like this. But her hair, once so neatly styled, was now messy, strands of it falling out of its usual neat bun, giving her a wild appearance.

She dropped her briefcase with a loud thud at her feet, and without skipping a beat, she reached for your hands, her fingers shaking slightly. “Is Asuna okay?” Elle’s voice was sharp, but there was a hint of something more at hand. She had clearly been thrown off balance by whatever news had reached her inbox, and now she was here, trying to make sense of the madness that surrounded you both. 

"She, wait, what are you doing here?!"

“I traced your location after something popped up in my inbox,” she explained, her words spilling out in a rush as she tried to catch her breath.

“Also... about Asuna. And the judge ruling over Rita’s estate. But I need to know what’s happening.”

You barely had time to process the words when you felt your pulse quicken. 

You squeezed her hands and gave her a brief, reassuring nod, though the anxiety was building in your chest. “We’ll talk about it in the waiting room,” you said quickly, though your eyes were still darting over to Asuna, who was now being carefully helped onto the gurney by Hitoshi and Katsuki.

Eri stood next to them, holding Asuna’s hand, her face filled with a mixture of worry and determination as she tried to keep her composure for the younger girl.

You were moving before you realized it, rushing toward Asuna and the EMTs, your heart pounding as you made your way through the crowd. But before you could reach them, one of the paramedics stopped you. His hand shot out, trying to block your path.

“You can’t get in the ambulance,” he said sternly, his tone firm but not unkind.

Your chest tightened, and before you even had time to think, the words rushed out of your mouth. 

“I am her mother!” you snapped, the instinct to protect Asuna overwhelming your thoughts. The paramedic froze for a moment, his eyes flickering with a brief moment of hesitation before he took a step back.

Without saying another word, he allowed you to slip past him, Elle following closely behind, her heels clicking against the pavement with an urgency that matched your own.

You jumped into the back of the ambulance, quickly moving to stand next to Asuna on the gurney, your hand gently brushing against hers as you leaned in. Elle settled beside you, her presence comforting you as the doors slammed shut.

The EMTs were already beginning to prepare for transport, and you could hear them talking quietly to each other, their voices a mix of professional calm and worry as you all drove off.

At the park, the scene was slowly beginning to calm down. 

“I’m clocking out for the rest of the day!” Mina declared, her voice cutting through the lingering bustle. The park was mostly empty now, the earlier crowd having dispersed after the commotion. The once vibrant green space now felt eerily quiet, the faint rustle of leaves and the distant hum of traffic the only sounds filling the void.

Katsuki shot her a hard side-eye but remained silent.

His gaze shifted back to the patch of melted grass, his expression unreadable. Without a word, he scooped up your forgotten backpack, slinging it over his shoulder with practiced ease.

“I got it,” he muttered to Kirishima, his voice low but resolute. “Cover for me.” The words came without hesitation, his focus already shifting toward the next task. Mina, who had been mid-step, paused, her brow furrowing as she processed his abruptness. She opened her mouth to speak but stopped when Hitoshi’s voice broke through, tinged with mild irritation.

“I drove here,” Hitoshi offered, his eyes on Katsuki. “You can ride with me if you want. But I’m leaving now.” His tone was calm, but the underlying urgency was clear.

He wasn’t waiting.

Katsuki was about to respond when Aizawa’s voice cut through the stillness, calm yet authoritative.

“Everyone needs to get back to work,” he said, his eyes softening slightly as they landed on Mina. “I know it’s a lot to take in, but you need to clock back in.” His tone was gentle, offering a quiet reassurance amid the residual chaos.

Rumi, ever the dependable presence, stepped forward with a warm smile. “I’ll finish the rest of her shift with you, Pinky,” she said with confidence, her upbeat nature shining through despite the tension. Mina nodded, her expression softening as she quickly made the necessary call to your agency, ensuring everything was handled.

Aizawa’s calm voice continued, directing the group with steady authority. “Go home and get some rest before tonight’s shift.” Hitoshi nodded silently, his gaze lingering on Katsuki for a moment before he turned and walked away, his hands buried in his jacket pockets. Aizawa shifted his attention to Kirishima. “Finish patrol, yeah?”

“You got it, Teach!” Kirishima responded with his usual enthusiasm, giving a hearty thumbs up. With that, the group began to settle into their new routines. The park, once filled with chaos, was now quiet, the paramedics long gone, leaving behind only the weight of what had transpired.

“Bakugou, you can ride with me,” Aizawa said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Katsuki glanced at him, the tension still palpable in his stance. “When did you become my old hag?” he muttered, his annoyance evident. But he didn’t protest. He knew better. Aizawa, unfazed by the comment, remained neutral. “Come on,” he said, already walking away.

Katsuki sighed, his irritation clear, but he followed. He was sick of the park anyway. As they approached a minivan parked nearby, Katsuki’s face twisted in confusion, then disbelief. The vehicle, adorned with a rearview mirror stick of a black and white cat and about twenty smaller cat stickers on the other side, was a far cry from what he expected.

“This is your ride?” Katsuki asked, his voice laced with sarcasm.

Aizawa, ever unbothered, shrugged. “You’ll get used to it.” He slid the door open, and with a resigned huff, Katsuki climbed in after him, the door shutting behind them, leaving the park and its now quiet solitude behind.

They drove in silence, the hum of the engine the only sound accompanying them as the city center gradually faded into the distance. Katsuki stared out the window, watching the buildings blur together, the vibrant heart of the city giving way to quieter, more subdued streets. The sky above mirrored his mood, a blanket of grey stretching endlessly, heavy with unspoken thoughts.

Still no snow.

Aizawa, his eyes fixed on the road ahead, finally broke the silence. His voice was calm, steady, yet it carried a weight that Katsuki couldn't ignore.

“Do you know what you’re doing?”

Katsuki’s gaze shifted from the window to the dimming cityscape, the question hanging in the air between them. For a while, he didn’t respond, his eyes following the endless stretch of the grey sky before turning back to his old teacher.

“No.”

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Part 2 of the "Max meeting the gang in the cabin" fic!

It comes before the fics with Luke/Vince I just posted, so Max is actually patient zero of that flu. As per usual, it'll be in the correct order in the masterlist.

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Max was sore all over as they made their way back inside, after nearly three hours of hanging out by the lake. Luke and Bell had vanished inside thirty minutes before anyone else and while the others had been making fun of them for not even attempting to hide they were going inside to get laid, Max had the sneaking suspicion that was not the case.

He collapsed on one of the chairs by the dining room, planting his elbows on the table and running his fingers through his humid hair. They had sat in the last minutes of the sun in order to be at least a little dry before going back inside and drawn straws to figure out who'd get the shower first. Max, of course, had gotten it last, because fuck his luck that's why.

Vince had gotten it first, but he had given his spot to Wendy, instead taking the third place that she had gotten, and he pulled the wooden chair next to Max, sitting down with a pleased noise, "so? Still wanna leave?"

"Don't sound so smug," Max rolled his eyes, rubbing the back of his neck. He had a tension headache and his stomach was still bubbling and rolling uncomfortably, "your friends are nice."

"We are lovely," Leo corrected him, draping himself on Vince's back, not even pretending he wasn't listening in. He was slightly tipsy, so were most of them, and it showed on how flushed his face was, "are you hungry? Vince can cook," he pressed his chin to the top of Vin's curls and the dark haired man let out a scoff.

"You're offering for me?" he rolled his eyes, "Jonah, come collect your husband, he's sloshed."

"Am not!" Leo cried out and Max couldn't help but smile as the other guy hiccuped and squeezed his eyes shut, definitely a little over tipsy.

"He's not," Jonah grinned, wrapping his arms around Leo and planting a kiss on his cheek, "c'mon, baby, let's sit down for a bit, while Vince cooks us lunch... Well, dinner by now."

That caused Max to laugh and Vince to let out a huff, "fine, since you guys asked oh so nicely. What are you laughing at? Come help me chop stuff," Vince wrinkled his nose, mamma Monacelli written all over his face as he got up from his spot.

The cabin's kitchen was cramped, specially with Vince inside of it, but Max didn't particularly mind all the times they stumbled on each other. He pressed his stomach against the sink, staring at the chopping board, as Vince grabbed an assortment of veggies in the fridge and then circled Max, sneaking an arm under his in order to drop the items on the board, "little cubs, capisce?"

Max rolled his eyes at the little italian slip, nodding and starting to glide the knife over the bell peppers. Next to him, Vince grabbed a bunch of frozen chicken breasts and started cutting it into long slices, humming under his breath.

It was pleasant and Max would've been all but beaming at having Vince's attention all to himself, wasn't it for the very uncomfortable knot in his belly and the smell of the food starting to make him nauseous.

There was a knock on the open door and both men lifted up their heads. Bella's hair was lying limply next to her face and she had already changed into a new set of clothes, oversized sweatpants and a silky tanktop, "hey, do you guys need help?"

"Nah, go hang out with the rest of them, beautiful," Vince shooed her away and Bella made a little pout, instead of leaving walking further in. Vin chuckled, "I said we got it, Bell."

"I know," she took Vince's knife forcibly, "so what do I do?"

If his stomach wasn't bothering him so much, Max would've appreciated Vince teaching Bella how to cook all the more. He was a good teacher, patient and funny, but the blonde knew that already. The most surprising part of it was how incompetent Bella seemed to be, but she was eager to learn, so at least there was that.

They grabbed all chopped vegetables and the now grilled chicken stripes, throwing it inside a pot with tomato sauce and Max's stomach let out a whine, churning at the smell, right as Wendy knocked on the open door.

"Vin, shower's yours, hon- Are you alright?" Wendy raised her eyebrows, zeroing Max in and both Vince and Bella whipped their heads to look at him, quick as snakes.

Max nodded, white-knuckling the sink's edge, "I'm fine."

"Sit down," Bella bossed and Vince promptly jumped to the side, grabbing a wooden chair and Max by his shoulder, shoving him on it unceremoniously.

"God, stop looking at me like that, I'm fine," Max groaned, planting his elbows on his knees and hiding his face in his hands. A burp rolled up, but he stubbornly swallowed it up, "I'm fine, I'm just a little woozy..."

"It's the cramped kitchen?" Bella asked, "do you have claustro- is he claustrophobic?" she interrupted herself, clearly deciding Max was not a trustworthy source about his own well being.

"Not that I know of," Vince's voice was too close and Max dared to move his hands a smidge, only to see the man crouched down in front of him, a hand hovering over Max's shoulder as if he wanted to clasp it, but didn't think he should.

His stomach rolled again and Max moved his hand back up to hide his grimace, swallowing convulsively as the pain tightened the knot inside his belly.

"Oh darling," Wendy's voice was gentle and knowing, "let's get you out of the kitchen, the smell probably isn't helping," she didn't move forward, but Bella did and Max could tell just by their footsteps. Bell's were heavy and sure footed, Wendy's were almost silent, like a ballerina's.

"C'mon," Bella grabbed his arm, while Vince did the same and they pulled Max up in one swift motion. He stumbled slightly, nausea washing over him and covering his skin with goosebumps, making him pale.

"What is happening...?" Leo's voice interrupted them, but before they could answer, Max let out a groan and pulled his arm from Bell's hold, only to promptly stumble back and Vince catch him with one good yank.

"Where are you going?" Vince teased him lightly, keeping Max from faceplanting.

"He's not feeling well, let's take him to the couch," Wendy suggested and Vince hummed in agreement, guiding Max forward. He clearly didn't need the blonde to participate in the walk and only wasn't carrying him out of a sliver of respect.

Max collapsed on the soft surface and promptly wrapped an arm around his stomach, ducking his head to avoid everyone's gaze. God, he wanted to go home.

"Hey," Vince's voice was gentle, the couch sinking as he sat next to him, "what's wrong? You didn't eat anything to upset your stomach..."

Max's cheeks burned with embarrassment and he glanced around the room. Bella was perched on the couch's arm, watching him like a hawk, but Wendy, Leo and Jonah all had the decency to pretend they weren't eavesdropping every word.

"I don't know," Max's voice was raspy and he cleared his throat, "just hurts."

"As in you're going to throw up or shit your pants or like someone is cutting you with a knife?" Bella asked unceremoniously and Vince glared at her.

"Bell, give him some room, would you?"

Max stomach churned and he couldn't help a groan as his mouth got that sticky sensation that preceded puking. Vince's hand was suddenly on his back, rubbing up and down, "hey, do you want a bin? Or maybe go outside or the bathroom?"

"Out-outside," the blonde groaned, although it was the hardest choice. He could barely get up with how shaky he felt, but he wanted out of these people's curious stare. He really wanted to go home.

Vince wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling Max up easily and proving he hadn't need the blonde's aid before, much less Bell's, "alright, hang on-" his voice was strained, but it still seemed effortless how he dragged Max across the small living room and outside the cabin.

As soon as they were out, though, Max braced against the lumber wall, letting out a whimper.

"Aw man," Vince sighed sympathetically, "you're not well."

"I think it's a bug, I-" Max forced a deep breath, trying to ignore the way his knees were threatening to give up under him, "I'm sorry..."

"You've been feeling lousy for how long?" Vince didn't sound accusatory at all, but still a wave of embarrassment washed over Max. He shouldn't be there, making a scene about himself, "Max?"

"Not-not long..." he tried to lie, but Vince squinted at him, dark eyes scanning his face.

"Bullshit," he declared, letting out an annoyed sigh, "since morning, eh?"

"I thought it was nerves..." Max let out a wet burp and cringed, spitting the little bit of reflux that came up with it, "didn't want to ruin the weekend... And I wanted to come."

Vince seemed disappointed, which only caused the churning in Max's belly to get worse. He squeezed his hand against it, bringing up another sickly burp and gagging, but not bringing up anything.

He really didn't have much, only breakfast, from hours before.

Vin moved closer, smoothing the hair on his nape and squeezing his shoulder in a friendly manner. It was the soft touch, after feeling like such a burden and so overwhelmed for the past hours, that did Max in and his eyes burned, a whimper escaped him, and his belly squeezed tightly enough that he retched and a stream of bile and liquified breakfast splattered on the grass.

He coughed, pressing his forehead against the lumber wall so much that it hurt, and wrapped both arms around his stomach, urging up another stream.

Since he had almost nothing to bring up, he soon was only dry heaving, whole body jerking with the effort. Vince's hand had slipped between his forehead and the wall, noticing the way he was pressing in.

Max coughed, trying to clear his throat from the slimy feeling and then squeezed his eyes shut as the golden light from inside the cabin suddenly bathed the dark garden. They had been out there for so long that it was just night now, not the sunset anymore.

"Thanks," Max heard Vin say, softly, and then a new set of hands touch him. Delicate and tiny, Wendy.

"Sweetheart, I brought you some water," her voice was very careful and slow and Max clammed his mouth shut to stop himself from interrupting her with an empty heave, "I want you to drink it."

He shook his head, letting out a groan, "No-orUurp-" a half burp, half heave hit him and Max spat the acidic saliva, "not gonna stay down..."

"I know," Wendy's fingers ran up and down his arm, rhythmically. Her hand was very cold, like Vince's, so Max assumed he was the one too warm, "but you need to drink anyway, you've been throwing up for too long."

And Vin had just been there with him all that time? Jesus.

Max shook his head, "I wanna go home," he decided, whined really. If he was a little less feverish he might've realized that his request made him more of a hassle than not, but he was feeling too lousy to make sense of it. He wanted his bed, his bathroom, his privacy and to just curl up and not get out of the house for the next ten days, until he forgot all about this humiliation.

"We're going home," Vince promised him, wrapping a hand around his bicep and slowly steering Max away from the puddle of sick he had created, "can you sit down for a minute? I want Wen to check on you first."

He could do that yeah- Max stumbled back, aimlessly, and he fell, rather than sat down on the porch of the cabin. He could vaguely hear the noise coming from inside, Leo saying his name and Lucas answering. Whatever.

"Hey," Wendy's face appeared in front of his eyes, seeming a little dreamy thanks to the golden light and the dark shadows, "hi-" she smiled at him, "Max, I know you want to go home, this will be quick, alright?"

He nodded, not wanting to speak when she was so close and his breath probably was just acid. If Wendy puzzled that together, she didn't show.

Her hands came up to cup his neck, fingers pressing around and tickling him. Without thinking he lowered his forehead to her shoulder and she let out a sigh, rubbing his back, "I know, it sucks..."

She pinched his hand and then shuffled slightly, mumbling, "thanks, hon-" before grabbing Max's chin, "open up, under your tongue-"

He obeyed, still with his head resting on her shoulder, feeling like the ground was swaying under him...

Where the hell had she produced a thermometer from?

As if to answer him, Vince's voice came right by his side, startling Max as he said, "how high is it?"

"Could be lower," Wendy's fingers continued to comb through his hair, "I'm more worried about how unresponsive he is."

"I'm responsive," Max grumbled, voice muffled against her collarbone. She smelled like jasmines, was she aware of that?

"Thanks, it's my perfume," Wendy answered him, causing Max to groan. Great, he had said it out loud. He forcefully pulled back, cheeks burning with embarrassment, and the movement made his head swim.

The only thing keeping him from falling flat on his back was Vince holding him up, a big wrinkle between his eyebrows as they met in a frown, "Max?"

"Uhm?" His stomach wasn't happy at the movement, but there was no way he had anything to bring up. Max grimaced, trying to be responsive, "can you drop me home, please?"

He had known sharing a ride with Vince was a horrible idea.

Vince let out a scoff, "drop you home? Are you crazy?" he rolled his eyes, looking at Wendy in disbelief and she shrugged, as if to say she didn't understand it either, "c'mon, lets get you to the car."

"I'm- I'm really sorry about the whole-" Max meant to gesture around, to the mess, but his arm was too heavy and in the end it seemed he was gesturing to himself. Close enough.

Wendy didn't seem one bit amused, following them to the car, "quit apologizing for existing, thanks," she said sharply, then her thumb was on his forehead, smoothing the frown there, pushing his hair back, "be a good patient and drink water, okay?"

"Yes, doc," Max nodded, although just the mere thought of water made him shudder and get covered in goosebumps. He let his head lean back, closing his eyes. Oh yeah, definitely a fever, the car was swaying under him as if he was in a boat.

Outside, he heard Vince and Wendy whispering. Her voice was too low, but Vince's too deep to not be heard, "No, stay. I got him, he's probably just gonna sleep through the worst of it — yeah, I know. I'll talk with Luke later, he'll live — I promise I'll call if his fever goes up. Pinky swear — Alright, love you too."

Max turned his head, opening his eyes in time to see Wendy tiptoe to kiss Vince and then he got inside the car, in the driver's seat. She crouched down, waving at them.

He let out a sigh, "I'm really sorry, Vin..."

Vince scoffed at that, patting his cheek in an amicable way, pushing his hair back as he backed out of the property and into the dark road, "nah, that was on me. Too much, too soon. Maybe next time we should just aim for a double date, eh? Instead of a whole weekend in the middle of nowhere."

Max snorted, head lolling and cheek pressing against Vin's knuckles, "sure, maybe," he mumbled, feeling a little fuzzy inside that somehow, despite the scene he had caused, Vince clearly still wanted to hang out with him.

[whinlatter]

Hello 👋

I've been re-reading the last 4 chapters of Beasts (as a Xmas treat I guess 🤭) and here's some details I've picked and loved :

- Cho entering Sirius' room at Grimmauld to get a change of clothes from Ginny and stepping into Harry and Ginny's intimacy - I'm picturing clothes on the floor and those eggcups on the mantelpiece

- Neville sending his friend some bulbs to plant in Hagrid's garden 🥹🤧🤧🤧

- Ron helping Mrs Granger unpacking and keeping an eye on her, whithout telling anyone he's doing so, just because he's a generous and caring man 🙏- those little labels he put on the photo !

I hope you still have some time to write and I can't wait to read more from you. You've got a very special gift, making us dive into the world you've created with such complex and endearing characters.

Do you have any future plan for Ginny and her inquiry?

Cheers ✨

mate! i really hope you are well and 2025 is being good to you, even in the dark global days... i am obsessed with you re-reading and pulling these out, pleased as punch about it (these are all the little moments and details that are most fun to add into chapters - plot, blegh, eggcups, slay - so makes my day to have them noticed. your kind words mean the world, honestly, as do the very very kind words other people have left the old inbox in the past few weeks, all of which are very much appreciated.

please be assured i have many plans for ginny and her inquiry. i'm in a weird position rn where i'm writing more than ever (o lawd she writin), churning out stuff i think is some of my best shit (fr) and thinking about beasts constantly as i try to rework these next few chapters about ginny's war (am having to write chunks of them together for complicated reasons - mostly to keep track of plot threads, but also because the next chapters are all in the past, so it requires me to write with the canon narrative/timeline, which takes ages if you are as forgetful as me and have to keep going and checking canon/calendars constantly). i am very aware that i am quiet on socials/not posting chapters yet and causing annoyance and frustration, which i feel very badly about. it will always be weird to have people ask if you have abandoned a fic you work on a little bit every day (life would be easier if the ideas for the fic would leave me alone, believe me). candidly, i have found guilt for taking more time with writing to be a real demotivator: equally i have tried not to be on tumblr too much (as people tend to get mad when i am posting on tumblr but not posting chapters), but then feeling less connected to the source material when i'm not having regularly engagement with fandom. so am trying to remember this is my hobby too and it's supposed to be fun and a source of joy, because that approach is a much deeper font of motivation and inspiration than guilt (who knew). the main thing is no-one need worry about official hiatus or abandonment - i am just taking my time and enjoying doing so, especially as i turn a corner and feel i'm writing my way out of a sticky patch. and unusually for me, i think i will be proud of the stuff i put out when i do put it out, and hope people will get a lot out of it when i do. loads of love!

[longshotlois]

Baby Boone - Tyler Owens x Reader

Boone's Sister!Reader X Tyler Owens Summary: College drop-out and lost in life, you’re not sure what’s next. That is until your older brother Boone invites you to join his storm-chasing crew for the summer. You'd expected to see storms, of course, but what you didn't count on was crushing on his infuriatingly attractive, definitely out-of-bounds best friend, Tyler Owens. A/N: Hey everyone! This is one of the first creative pieces I've written for my enjoyment in a long while, and it has made me fall back in love with writing. I am so so so excited to share it with you all. I’d love to hear your thoughts, so feel free to leave a like, comment, or send a message—your feedback means a lot. Thanks for reading! W.C: 5.4k

Baby Boone - Part One

You sat quietly in the back seat of Tyler's truck, watching crop fields and weathered barns flicker past the window, blurring together like a box of crayons left out in the sun too long. It was early April, and the air was becoming humid as Tornado season rapidly approached, leaving your skin glistening with a thin sheen of sweat that made everything feel sticky and hot.

You exhaled deeply, the cool metal of your laptop rested across your exposed knees running a weather program Lily had downloaded for you that tracked wind shear anomalies across America. Their whole operation was very technical you'd come to discover, despite their hillbilly cowboy personas they ever so slightly leaned into for the camera’s.

Just a week and a half ago, you’d been sitting with the very same laptop open on your dorm room bed, staring blankly at a withdrawal form that confirmed you were no longer enrolled in your classes. Not an easy decision to make three years deep into a degree. Nevertheless, chasing dangerous tornados with your brother seemed more appealing than facing the disappointment etched into your parent's faces. And so now you were spending your days staring at synoptic charts, and your nights drinking lukewarm beers and crashing in rundown motels.

“And we’re live!” Boone, your brother, announced enthusiastically. Lifting up the camera to capture Tyler as he drove. “Say hi to the stream, T!” Your brother really was his biggest fan and best friend rolled into one. More than once you’d joked that Boone could give Tyler’s fangirls a run for their money.

You tried to focus on the data, scanning for anything unusual like Lily had shown you when she'd first downloaded the program for you. A little overwhelmed, you fixated on the wind speed, noting how quickly it had spiked as you approached the cell they'd been tracking the majority of the afternoon.

You swallowed, grappling with the sharp turn your life had taken —swapping frat parties and 9 a.m. lectures for storm chasing and pre-dawn wake-up calls. You had no idea what you were doing, or what was next. But maybe that was the exciting part. Restlessly, your fingers tapped on the edge of the laptop, fidgeting to try and calm your nerves.

"And today, we're joined by the gorgeous Lily," Boone's voice caught your attention as he angled the camera between the seats to catch her wave, "And our special guest. A first-time chaser, and my baby sister-"

"Baby Boone!" Lily interjected with a laugh, using the silly nickname she'd christened you with a few days ago when you first met. Leaning into the frame and smiling wildly, her face inches from yours.

Lily was probably the most easy-going person you'd ever met, both unbelievably friendly and fiercely loyal, exactly the kind of person you'd want to have in your corner. Unless you were on the receiving end of her teasing.

Your cheeks warmed as you looked up, wiping the back of your hand across your forehead, and meeting her gaze with a raised brow, as if to say really?

She'd taken to calling you that the second she met you, gushing over your small frame and your dark, unruly hair, which was almost identical to Boone's, only longer. There was no denying you were siblings. And so 'Baby Boone' had been born.

As expected, protesting her remark only made Lily's grin impossibly wider, "Oh, come on. It suits you!" she jested, lightly slapping your arm and staring back at you with a smirk.

Boone snorted at her retort, shifting the camera to focus more on you, "Say hi to the stream, Baby Boone." He teased putting emphasis on the nickname, the light from his phone reflecting his amused expression. You'd spent enough time with your brother to know he was relishing every second of teasing you on camera.

Offering up a sheepish wave to the audience, you eyed Boone with a facetious scowl on your face and extended your middle finger to him sarcastically. The livestream’s chat exploded with messages, and though you couldn't see them, Boones' laughter made it clear they were loving the sibling rivalry.

"What, she the team mascot now?" Tyler smirked from the front seat, eyes still focused on the road but not missing an opportunity to join in on the teasing. “Maybe Baby Boone can get her face on a t-shirt if she's lucky.” He winked playfully as your cheeks warmed once more.

His teasing made your stomach somersault, something about his ruggedness paired with his dazzling smile had the hairs on your neck pricking up, unconsciously praying for his attention. Though you'd never admit that aloud, to yourself or to anyone. Especially not Boone.

“Can we not make this a thing?” you protested, half-laughing, half-groaning.

“Too late,” Boone retorted, sticking his tongue out for effect. “The chat loves it. Look, someone just said, ‘We stan Baby Boone.’” He nodded towards his phone screen, which displayed all the incoming messages from viewers.

“That’s not even—” you stopped mid-sentence, catching Tyler’s smirk in the rearview mirror. “Wait, are you all in on this?” You glanced between the three of them urgently, trust Boone to put them up to this.

“Define ‘in,’” Tyler replied, his tone casual. Holding your gaze for a second in the rearview mirror.

“You’re all the worst,” you huffed, but your tone lacked heat. Lily’s laugh was contagious, and even Boone’s teasing couldn’t ruin the laughter escaping you. For now, the approaching storm outside seemed a little less intimidating than before, the tension broken by everyone’s laughter.

"Baby Boone. Hilarious." you muttered shaking your head, your smile tight as you glanced down at the laptop, hoping to steer the focus away from the nickname. It wasn’t that you minded the teasing—it was just… well, you were trying to distance yourself from being just Boone’s little sister. A subtle sigh escaped as you silently hoped they’d let you slip back into the background for a bit.

When Boone twisted away from you, your shoulders slumped slightly, and you let your gaze return to the screen, the numbers blurring together as you tried to focus. Your brother might thrive on chaos, but you were still figuring out how to stay calm in it. This adrenaline rush was new and exciting—but also terrifying, especially for a first-time chaser.

As the laughter faded and the camera shifted back to Tyler and the chase, something in the air seemed to change—like the calm before the storm. The wind speeds were dropping, and you felt very out of your depth, a sense of unease crept up your spine and settled in your tensed muscles.

Through narrowed eyes, you watched your laptop, mentally taking note of the way the colours danced across the screen, a deep red shape forming right where you were headed. The data at the side was going crazy, flickering between the windspeed and the rotational motion in the atmosphere. All factors that Lily had explained in far less academic terms to you last week.

"Uh, Lily?" you said, nudging her. "The wind speeds are dropping. Like, a lot." Even you knew that wasn’t right.

She leaned over, frowning as she scanned the data. "That's... strange." Her voice trailed off, eyes flicking between the screen and the horizon.

You followed her gaze, searching for signs of trouble as if you had the first clue of what to look out for. The clouds gathered together quickly, but nothing seemed to scream danger yet - maybe a light drizzle of rain if you squinted hard enough. Still, the unease in Lily's expression made your pulse quicken.

Lily’s fingers flew across her tablet, brows furrowed and frown deepening. “The data isn’t lining up.”

Your head swivelled in her direction, eyes squinting at her screen, trying to see what she was seeing. “What does that mean?” you asked apprehensively. As much as you had no clue about storms or the technical stuff your brother got up to, even you could work out that didn't sound good. Just typical this would happen the first time you chase with them, maybe you were just a bad luck charm.

“Means the storm’s shifting course,” she muttered, not looking away from the tablet. Her voice was calm and focused as if this was just another day at the office. But then again, it probably was for her. “And we’re headed right towards it.”

Boone leaned forward and thumped his hand against the dash, "Hell yeah!" His grin widened in a way that made you want to scream, like being in the path of a fucking tornado was the best thing he'd heard all week. Then again, knowing Boone it probably was.

Timidly, you dared to ask what you'd been wondering, "How far away is it?" You wanted to be prepared for things getting chaotic, you'd watched enough of their streams to know how quickly things could ramp up. It was quite literally a matter of life and death sometimes.

“Eh, five minutes,” Tyler said thoughtfully his tone matter-of-fact and cool as always. Unbothered by Lily's updates, as if he already knew what was happening based on sheer experience. You noted how his knuckles tightened their grip on the steering wheel. “Give or take a few minutes.”

You looked up at his face, noticing the subtle shift in his demeanour, but he still seemed unbothered and focused. You, on the other hand, felt your chest tighten, the anxiety creeping in despite your trust in their judgment. The numbers on your screen climbed higher and higher, and your stomach churned in response. From the scale you had to compare the data to, you were only looking at an EF1, which was nothing compared to the storms you knew they'd chased before. That and Tyler's warm calmness stilled your nerves.

“Shouldn’t we turn around?” you asked, your voice betraying the unease you were trying to hide. You hated how scared you sounded, especially in front of Boone, Tyler, and the hundreds of viewers watching. "I mean... If we're in its path?" You looked to Tyler for guidance, something about him settled any and all fears just with one look.

Tyler hesitated, glancing at Boone before answering, “Well. If we turn now, we'll miss it completely Baby B.”

“And if we don’t?” you pressed, carried away with the thoughts that were plaguing your mind. Though Tyler never answered, too focused on driving them as close as possible. You could feel your heart beginning to thump in your chest, looking between the three of them for an answer.

Lily shot you a look, her jaw tightening “We’re not missing it." she said, eyes soft with sympathy at your tone, "We’re in its path.”

As if to punctuate her words, the sky darkened, and a sudden roar of wind engulfed the truck. The first drops of rain splattered against the windshield, quickly turning into a torrential downpour. Your hands instinctively went to your seatbelt, pulling it tighter as if it would do anything to protect you against the worst.

"In its path?" you repeated, looking at Lily like a deer caught in headlights. "You're joking, right? This is some kind of initiation thing?" you pushed yourself back into your seat, hoping it would somehow make you less on edge. Any rationalities about it being an EF1 were out the window now you learned you were going to drive into this thing.

"Relax," Boone reassured, "We're equipped to deal with this remember?" His hand pulled lazily at the harnesses built into the seats, jangling it a little to jog your memory.

Despite your brother's reassurance and Tyler and Lily's supportive nods, you couldn't help but assume the worst, perhaps you were being dramatic by picturing the windows shattering and one of you being sucked from the vehicle, but you were inexperienced and nervous as hell so you couldn't control it. As if the forming storm could read your thoughts, the hail kicked in, battering the truck with heavy pelts that echoed in your ears.

You clung to your seatbelt, wide-eyed and watching in horror as Tyler manoeuvred closer to what you could now see was a thin dark funnel forming in the sky. You swallowed hoarsely, nervously waiting for the worst to happen, for the winds to snatch the truck up and send you all spiralling into oblivion. That would be just your luck right there.

"Boone," You said voice tight and apprehensive. Though he was too absorbed in filming to offer you full reassurance, he glanced back over his shoulder a grin tugging at the corner of his lips, as if to silently tell you everything would be fine. You knew it would be, but you couldn't stop that worst-case scenario thinking that was bouncing around your skull like a pingpong ball.

The truck rocked as wind and hail lashed against it. The laptop highlighted the rising wind speed, which had now climbed past 100mph setting off a tight wave of unease in your chest. You were preparing for the worst, feeling the adrenaline which rushed through your veins. Some life experience this was - Boone getting you killed before your parents could for agreeing to tag along with your wayward brother in the first place.

The truck shuddered again, the wind rattling against its frame like it was a tin can, threatening to overturn the vehicle at any moment. Your hand clutched into a fist, nails digging into your palm leaving little crescent moon-shaped indents in your skin. Trying anything to take your mind off the unsavoury thoughts that rattled around it.

You could see Boone twisting round every few moments, eyes gazing back at you just to check you were still breathing - he knew what you could be like under stress. Though you didn't dare meet his eyes. You didn't want to appear frightened, even if you were, because you knew how over-protective he could be when it came to you. And you certainly didn't want Lily or Tyler to see that side of him, you'd never hear the end of it.

"Harnesses on people," Tyler instructed calmly, the truck coming to a stop. The rain and hail was still pounding down but Tyler didn't seem worried, which eased the knot in your stomach - he was a professional tornado wrangler after all.

Reaching over your shoulder you grasped the fabric of the straps, fumbling slightly to pull your arms through, just how Boone had shown you earlier. Stealing a glance at your brother, you watched as he adjusted his own like it was second nature to him. Lily too had pulled her's on with ease, returning to her tablet a second later. You felt your heart racing as you fought to untwist it.

Your hands trembled slightly as you struggled to snap the harness into place, acutely aware of the way Boone was staring. "I got it." you muttered, more to yourself than to your brother. Despite failing the first time to get it to click together, you repositioned to try again. But before you could, Boone had already reached over to connect the straps together, a resounding click echoing through the truck as he did.

"You're good." he said, shooting you a quick wink and turning back around.

You could feel your cheeks flush with a mix of irritation and embarrassment. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust Boone—it was just that you didn’t want him to do it at all. Your heart thudded harder in your chest, but it wasn’t from the storm. It was the way he always stepped in to protect you, like you were still a kid. His hands were steady, but you couldn’t decide if it was comforting or patronizing. You knew he wasn’t trying to undermine you, but sometimes it felt like he still saw you as the little girl who used to sneak into his room at night after a bad dream.

Despite the heat rising in your cheeks, your attention was pulled back to the storm. The sharp scent of rain hit your senses, a reminder of where you were—right in the path of a tornado. You felt like a sitting duck, watching as the dark funnel began to form more clearly ahead.

"Hang on tight ladies and gentlemen," Tyler called eagerly as he pressed a button on the console of the truck. A low whirring sound vibrated throughout the truck as the anchors penetrated the dirt underneath you, grounding you all in place. You prayed they would hold. "She's getting close!"

You almost forgot about the livestream, glancing up at the camera mounted on the dashboard filming the approaching storm, too busy fearing for your life. But now you were beginning to understand why they did this, the adrenaline rush was like nothing you'd felt before. No wonder Boone never looked back after first chasing with Tyler nearly four years ago.

"Goddamn..." Your mouth fell open, staring through the windscreen at the sight in front of you, forgetting any frustration or embarrassment you'd felt two minutes prior. You felt yourself beginning to smile leaning forward as much as you could to get a better view between the headrests, encouraged by Boone and Tyler who glanced back at you, both laden with excitement as they watched your reaction.

"Hell yeah, baby!" Boone whooped, encouraging Tyler and Lily to cheer as the tornado began to head in the truck's direction. You took a deep breath, watching in amazement as it began to twist closer to the truck.

The dirt in its path began to sweep up into the air, scattering across the trucks windshield and frame with tiny pitter patters that could barely be heard over the winds howling. It was mesmerising, unlike anything you'd ever seen before. The debris acting like tiny puppets on a string orchestrated by the tornado, guiding them up into the air and swirling like dancers fluttering through the sky.

"Holy fuckin' shit." You murmured in awe, barely aware of the laughter bubbling up from the rest of them. It was unlike anything you’d ever seen, and as the tornado began to engulf the truck, the thrill of it shot through your veins. The deafening roar of the winds rattled the truck, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the glass, from the dance.

You stared through the window, the swirling grey mist swallowing everything just meters away. Every instinct screamed to get out and start running but you knew better than that, and so you stayed firmly pressed to your seat observing in awe. Your harness was tight against your chest, and you were grateful you still wore your seatbelt as you were certain without them you would've collapsed then and there from the excitement.

The silence that followed the first roar was almost deafening. You could make out the others' voices but they faded into background noise as you scanned the ground outside. The truck was shaking violently, the winds roaring like a freight train. Every gust rocked the truck testing its limits, and you could feel your heart pounding - but this time it wasn't out of fear.

The gusts of winds got stronger and stronger as the tornado fully enclosed the truck, blocking out all views of the outside world. You were painfully aware of your hammering heartbeat that throbbed against your chest, pounding in your ears as Boone whooped and began pointing his POV camera at Tyler for the stream.

“Hold on!” Tyler yelled over the chaos, using the steering wheel as a brace to pull himself forward, looking up at the sky through the windshield, staring up the large funnel trying to see the inner workings of the tornado. The ground was still vibrating beneath you, jostling the truck even with the anchors drilled deep into the earth. Every second felt like an eternity.

The adrenaline coursing through your veins kept you rooted in the moment, but a part of you couldn’t shake the nagging thought that this was actually real. Not many people could claim they’d been inside of a tornado, especially not that they'd escaped both unharmed and unscathed.

Suddenly, there was a loud crack from above, and a surge of pressure hit the truck. You instinctively pulled tighter on your seatbelt, bracing for impact, but nothing came. The roar of the wind lessened, the truck’s shaking started to subside, and the storm’s intensity began to fade. You dared to glance out the window again, your chest tight as you processed the change.

Maybe the tornado was passing, you thought. It was moving off to the side, leaving only small bits of swirling debris in its wake. A stark contrast to the howling winds that had engulfed you a few minutes before, covering the trucks windshield in dirt and grass and god knows what else.

Tyler let out a breath, relaxing his grip on the wheel as the truck settled, though the storm still raged around you as it died out. He turned back to face you, a grin breaking across his face. “Well, that was somethin',” he said, his voice light, but you could tell he was still buzzing from the experience.

You nodded timidly, and glanced outside again. It was silent for a moment, with only the sounds of your pounding heart in your ears for comfort. You'd never felt so alive.

Eventually, the pounding in your ears let up, beginning to slow until you weren’t aware of it anymore. You looked to Tyler, who was preparing to lift the anchor’s, his jaw set in a way that made your chest tighten.

"You okay?" he asked, watching you in the rearview mirror. His voice was low and sincere. For a moment, the rest of the world seemed to blur out, and all that mattered was the weight of his gaze on you.

Nodding quickly, you felt a flutter in your stomach. “Yeah... its just, wow." You sounded both impressed and relieved, still coming to terms with the adrenaline rush that came with chasing.

Tyler smiled knowing exactly how you were feeling, his eyes not leaving yours. “You did good." he said, voice soft and filled with praise, "Could tell you were a little nervous, but you pulled through.”

You caught a grin of your own forming, the heat on your cheeks now more from his compliment than the storm. “Thanks. I didn’t expect it to feel... like that. It’s different when you’re in it.”

He nodded, his expression understanding. "Yeah, s’crazy isn’t it?" His tone dropped to a thoughtful hum, and you couldn’t help but feel a pang of disappointment when his focus shifted away from you.

Boone's voice broke the quiet, pulling you out of your thoughts. Turning to the camera that was still rolling. “What a rush, huh, guys?” he laughed shaking his head in disbelief, scanning the comments for anything noteworthy. “We just survived the beast!”

You chuckled at his words while he and Tyler spoke to the camera, his enthusiasm for his job evident both in his voice and on his face. Your smile only getting bigger as Dexter and Dani’s voices came through on the radio checking everyone was safe.

Beside you, Lily was typing frantically into her tablet, checking the storm’s trajectory, and scanning over the data with a laser focus. “I think we’re in the clear… for today,” she said, though her words were cautious.

You exhaled deeply, still unable to fully grasp what had just happened. It was hardly something just anyone got to experience, and especially not at close range. Any other tornado you'd seen had been from the safety of a storm shelter, watching news reports and videos all over social media. But this was different. This was up close and personal with Mother Nature, basking in the wonderful and deadly conjuring of her fury and temper. Even when you closed your eyes, you could still see the dark funnel twisting and billowing towards the truck effortlessly, a testimony to one of the many magical things humanity still couldn't answer.

Boone was practically bouncing in his seat, grinning ear to ear. His excitement vibrated against the truck walls, so overwhelming it could make up for your own exhaustion. “That was the thrill of a lifetime!” he said, reaching around to punch your shoulder, enticing you to indulge him even for a moment. “And you were in the heart of it, Baby Boone! You didn’t just survive a storm—you chased it!”

You felt a smile tug at the corner of your lips despite the overwhelming anxiety that still clung to you. It felt pretty special to be able to share an experience like that with your brother, with no school or work really to tie you down, the freedom of it all was addicting. Spreading warmth through your chest all the way to your fingertips, like you were floating on cloud nine.

“Yeah… and I think I’m done for the day,” you sighed, laughing a little as the adrenaline seeped out of you. Chest decompressing like a large weight had just been lifted from it.

Lily chuckled softly, glancing over. “Fair enough. The first one's always a lot, you get used to it,” she offered with a shrug, her fingers still moving over her tablet. “Let’s head back to the motel. I think we’ve all earned a break.”

With that, Tyler started easing the truck away, heading back onto the same road you had driven down earlier. The rain continued to pour, and the air still felt heavy, but it was nothing like it had been before. The tension that had been bustling in the air had dissipated, leaving behind an eerie calmness that settled into the evening sky. Just as the light had begun to diminish, your energy had too, sucked away by all the excitement of the day. Yet, you couldn't help but keep your eyes trained on the rearview mirror, hoping Tyler would meet your gaze again.

"The chat loves you," Boone chuckled while scrolling through comments. "Baby Boone has her own fan base already." His proud smile earned a laugh from Tyler. You only chewed your lip shyly, a little unsure of how to react. You knew how popular they were, with over a million subscribers on YouTube and just as many - if not more - on their social media.

You'd long ago learned to private your own accounts, as often fans would flood to relatives to sniff out private photos, your parents had to restrict their Facebook accounts as so many people had worked out their relation to Boone and, by extension, Tyler. And Tyler was a big deal to the fans, even if he was humble enough not to flaunt it so obviously. You understood it to a degree. Tyler was attractive, kind, and looked fucking amazing in a cowboy hat - what wasn't there to like?

"Maybe next time you can ride shotgun?" Tyler smirked, as if he could read your thoughts, catching your gaze briefly in the mirror, his emerald ones bore into yours for no longer than a tantalising second before he looked away. "It'd be rude to deny the people," he added, and your heart skipped a beat.

The thought of sitting up front with Tyler terrified you, being in the backseat was nerve-wracking enough never mind being sat next to someone who made you a flustered mess with just one look. But the way his eyes had lingered on you made you wonder if he was just teasing, or if he really meant it. You couldn't say you weren't debating it now, sitting up front with him, watching him completely in his element - it made you shiver.

Boone, oblivious to your thoughts, pouted down into the camera. "You guys would miss ol' Boone in shotgun, right?" he asked the stream, doing his best impression of puppy dog eyes as he scanned the comments. Clearly, he was taken aback by Tyler's words, perhaps even as much as you were.

Lily sucked air in through her teeth, tilting her phone towards Boone "Not so sure about that one, Boonie."

You ignored the nickname with all the strength you could muster, though you made a mental note to tease him about it later. It had always been clear to you Boone had fancied Lily, and the little deviation from his usual name was definitely coming from a place of endearment.

Watching Boone glance down at her phone you noticed the wry smile that tugged on his lips, the way his eyes shone with reluctant acceptance. Curious about what the fans were saying, you craned your neck to try and see her screen, eyes narrowing as you tried to make out the messages which were beginning to flood the screen, the majority of them repeating: 'We need a Baby Boone cam'.

"Looks like you're putting me outta job, sis," Boone sighed playfully, shaking his head dramatically as if he had suffered some tragic fate, "Must run in the family. You're a natural, just like your big bro."

You knew he was only joking, but you couldn't help but feel guilty. You been chasing with them once and already were imposing far more than you'd ever intended to, but you knew if you said that to him, he would've only told you to shut up and take the camera. So you laughed instead, rolling your eyes at the way he stared off into the distance as if mourning his imaginary demotion from being Tyler's right-hand man.

A sly grin spread across your face, the tension from earlier melted away entirely. “It’s okay, Boone,” you teased, patting his arm with mock sympathy, doing your best to turn it into a joke because he would at least appreciate that. “Maybe you can run my fan club.”

“All hail Boone. President of the Baby Boone Fan Club.” Lily quipped, instantly latching on to your teasing, her grin just as mischievous as yours. Oh yeah, she was in deep for him too, you just knew it.

Tyler snorted as he clapped Boone on the shoulder, adding fuel to the fire. “Don’t worry, Boone. You’ll always be my buddy, but I say Baby Boone's upfront with me tomorrow" He grinned

Boone groaned theatrically, but his exaggerated reaction only made everyone else laugh harder. You tried to hide the smile creeping onto your face at Tyler’s comment, but the flutter in your chest betrayed you.

"That's if you want to be?" Tyler asked after a beat, turning around to look at you hopefully. You felt yourself crumbling the second his gaze met yours, the smirk playing on his lips doing things to you that couldn't even be worded. That look would be the death of you one day, you were sure of it.

"I mean.." You bit your lip thoughtfully, trying not to get lost in Tyler's gaze. "If it's what the fans want. Who am I to say no?" you finished with a shrug. Trying to play it off as coolly as you could, as if your inner voice wasn't screaming at you to agree.

Tyler's smirk turned into one of his signature grins, his white teeth flashing as he nodded enthusiastically. You smiled back at him, letting the chuckle fall from your lips a nervous one at first, that spread into laughter as you agreed again, "Baby Boone in shotgun it is."

Your brother shot you a playful glare as he climbed out of the truck. “You’re lucky you’re family,” he muttered, though the grin tugging at his lips revealed a lack of any real annoyance.

"Love you Boonie" you murmured so that Lily didn't hear, catching his gaze mischievously when his eyes widened and his cheeks turned pink. You chucked when he stuck a finger up at you through the window of the truck, pulling the passenger door open for you to climb out.

You climbed out and stepped forward a few paces, lingering beside the truck and glancing back in the direction of the dissipated storm. The tornado's roar had long faded, but you would remember that first chase for the rest of your life, the adrenaline coursing through you, the nerves, the excitement. You were so lost in thought that when Tyler appeared at your side carrying some of the data collection equipment you didn't even notice him till he spoke.

"You planning on helping me here or just standing there lookin' pretty Baby B?"

You spluttered a little at his words, choking on nothing but air as your hand came to rub the back of your neck awkwardly.

"Oh, right. Sorry," you stammered, "Coming..."

As you hurried to grab some equipment, you couldn't help but glance at Tyler again, his easy smile lighting up the quiet, post-storm evening. It felt like the calm after the chaos in more ways than one. Tomorrow, another storm would come—but for now, you let yourself enjoy the warmth of the moment, preparing for tomorrow.

. ゜⋆゜⚕️ ⋆゜ ゜⋆゜⚕️ ⋆゜ ゜⋆゜⚕️ ⋆゜ ゜⋆゜⚕️ ⋆゜ ゜⋆゜⚕️ ⋆゜゜.

Part Two coming soon👀

[vesseloflukola]

Privacy and Misdirection

So, the last few days have been interesting. As you know, we have not received much of substance from our main characters (Luke and Nicola) for some time now. Nic used to give us a lot more crumbs. We even got some crumbs from Luke (IMO those crumbs were mainly because of the influence of Nic).

I believe Nic and Luke have been together for a very long time, and have been using the adjacent’s as cover for their relationship. The crumbs were for those of us who have always seen their connection and refuse to leave the ship.

However, I think some Lukola shippers may be too close to the detailed truth of their relationship for their liking. I think that is why the misdirection by them and their friends started. I think they first used misdirection to confuse fans (and possibly paparazzi) as to where they actually were, so they could get some privacy. I think they have further used some misdirection by friends and family to confuse fans about their relationship.

Over the weekend, we had someone post a screenshot from a public Facebook page of a distant relative of Luke’s, where she asked about going to Cyprus in October and asked if the weather would be good and Luke’s mother answered that Luke’s girlfriend is from there and she said it’s the perfect time to go.

This is such a red herring to me. It’s odd to me that someone is stalking Luke’s extended family member’s so closely. It’s interesting that a family member, who just happens to have a public profile, also just happens to ask about Cyprus. Then, his mom happens to comment four days later and mention something on social media that Luke has never claimed? If Luke WAS dating Antonia, his mother would know his stance about not putting his relationship on SM and I don’t think she would casually do so herself. I think she would privately message this family member through messenger or text. I personally think the initial ask and the answer four days later by Luke’s mom was planned. Then, I think they made sure that someone knew how to find it, so that it would make it’s way to the fandom. I think Luke’s mom then going back to remove her comment just added fire to the flames.

Now on to today’s picture “leak” from Deuxmoi. I have alway’s believed that Jake is Nicola’s gay bestie. My opinion on that has never changed. They share much love…as friends. I believe he has also helped Nic and Luke a lot as cover for their relationship when needed. These pictures of the two of them look SO joyful. They look like pictures of two best friends up to no good. I definitely get that way with my best friend when we are being mischievous. We become giddy and giggly.

I have always believed what Nic has told us…that she likes to keep her romantic relationships private. I don’t believe for a minute that she decided on a whim to change her mind about that, especially since she has been more in the lime light over the last year. I believe that would cause her to cherish her privacy even more.

I think part of keeping her privacy IS the misdirection right now. I don’t know if the pictures that came out today were planned or if she saw someone taking pics and they decided to play things up, but regardless, they were having fun, being goofy, and telling the story they wanted to tell.

I believe there are probably some big changes coming for Nic and Luke. I think they might be more private in the near future. I hope they do decide to launch soon and in the best way for them when they are ready. I, like many others, think it would be such a sweet reveal if they were to do a Shondaland Friend’s to Lover’s special where they tell us they are together, but I will take what they decide to give us. For now, I will celebrate their past and future projects, be happy with all the interview’s and pictures we have received of them, and wish them both happiness and success.

Mischievous Besties:

The cutest couple:

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Hello, my name is Mustafa Moein, I am 29 years old. I lost my father when I was 14 years old. I left my studies forever to support my family and because of my young age, I had to provide them with everything they needed, but I endured this life.

was able to gather my daily sustenance with difficulty without everything to feed my mother and sisters after living day and night working to meet some of their necessities. Life has been harsh with me since I was affected. I used to work by the day. Here in Gaza, the number of working hours is not less than 12 hours a day.

Sometimes it is more than that and is equivalent to $10, and sometimes it is less, and this is due to the nature of the work, and it is not enough for more than one meal per person per day, given the number of members in my family, which consists of 7 people.

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I lived my childhood in misery. I tried a lot to make us a special source, but without any benefit. Here in the city of Gaza, the conflict every year. There is bombing, destruction, and collapse of the economy and loyalty to prices. In short, there is no future for us. We are always threatened by everything that responds.

But after a long performance and my life was wasted without space I reached the age of 23 and I did not live the comfortable and happy life that most young people live at the beginning of this age, but in this year of my life I became famous to see life from a glimmer of hope because I had a friend who was able to open a used clothing showroom and he asked me to work with him for a daily wage

There are working hours of not less than 14 hours for a wage of between 15 dollars and sometimes more than that and I may bear with the clothing of my little ones from every beginning of the summer or winter season and what I bought to provide more for my basic family I was happy with something despite the little

I did not see my mother or sisters except in the morning when I went to work, and at that time they were always in need of me because my sisters were epileptic, and my work began at (9 in the morning until 11 at night), until I took up this work and began to pick grapes when I was 25 years old.

They were selected by supporters of those who are about to get married. He also worked for a daily wage. He left us a house that he owned before his death in a residential building. It was a 3-bedroom apartment, a bedroom for my mother and sisters, and a staircase that was mine. This house was completely destroyed during the collective memory war.

In the second year of my marriage, my sister passed away. She was a special needs patient who had epilepsy. A month after her death, my sister gave birth to my first child. I had been dreaming of seeing my first child. I had prepared many clothes for him, and he had many toys and a special section in the “for children” department. In fact, my first child became everything I owned, but my joy was not complete, as the house was completely destroyed.

But after the second month of my child’s birth, something unexpected happened. October 7th came, the first day of the genocide. Since October 7th, they started leaving completely and in a new, cruel way. I was afraid for my child and the rest of the partners from the sounds of the vehicles and the flying dust left by the missiles. I was afraid that something bad would happen to them, but I had no choice at that time but to surrender to the reality.

The next day, October 7, we were forced to leave the house while planes were bombing the residential towers next to us with tons of explosives. It was a barbaric bombing, a genocide. I saw the houses being destroyed and the people inside them. I saw the roads being destroyed, death in all its forms. I saw the bodies flying and I saw bodies being burned.We sat in the streets, we slept on the sidewalks, and the smell of blood was everywhere. We did not know what to do. We did not find shelter. We were forced to spend the night in the streets. My family and I spent days carrying my two-month-old baby, and my heart was breaking and I was worried about them all.

After a short period of suffering in everything, I remember in the second month of the genocide the bombing stopped for several days to check on my house, perhaps it had not been bombed, despite the destruction and genocide that I saw on my way home. I was hoping to see it safe, and after a long effort walking, my heart was broken, I reached my house, which had been held together and had become a pile of rubble.

Our lives continued to be displaced, fighting hunger, thirst, diseases, and the loss of relatives, friends, loved ones, and neighbors. We lost those who used to extend a helping hand to us when needed. This genocide made us lose everything we used to see. It is beautiful that this genocide made us lose everything we love. It made us lose the simplest ways of life, unfortunately.

Three months after the genocide, my wife and child were deported to the south of the Gaza Strip. During this period, I was unable to reach news about them, as communication with Gaza City was cut off for several months throughout the north. After a period of time, I learned that they were alive, but not well, as they could not be found. There was no food or shelter, and they did not find anyone to help them, and I could not do anything for them because of the lack of what I had and because of the genocide that occurred.

And here again, life became more harsh with me due to the lack of food and the abundance of hunger and thirst. I did not find shelter, clothes, or covers for my mother and my sisters, here and there, my wife and my child. Everything became expensive due to the genocide and the prevention of the entry of basic resources, food, and public and private needs.

Every day, I face life with difficulty since before the 7th of October, and it has increased due to this genocide, but I try to be the support in everything for my mother (56 years old) and my sister (Asmaa 26 years old), who is deaf and also suffers from epilepsy and has seizures, and I cannot find a medicine for her, and if it exists, it is expensive. And my sister (Amani 18 A.D.) and (Aya 15 A.D.), my wife (Tasnim 19 A.D.), and my child (Taym 1 year and 4 months).

I try to get them even one meal to share, even if it is small. I try to get them clean, disease-free water, and to get them blankets and clothes that protect them from the harsh winter cold. Now the cold has begun to kill us again, and I am extremely worried and afraid of them from the winter cold.

Since the seventh of October, we have been displaced more than 20 times after our house and the homes of our relatives, whom we sought refuge in at the beginning of the genocide, were bombed. We are now in an unorganized displacement center. We suffer from skin diseases, and we suffer from a lack of healthy water and a lack of potable water. We have no place other than this crowded place. I am displaced and there is no support for my mother, my sisters, my wife and my child except me and I am now unable to do the slightest thing.

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Our goal is to get donations for my sister’s treatment and to try to get a house rent for me, my sisters, and my wife Please provide for their necessary needs. Please do not ignore me. I need you. A few dollars will make a difference.

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