#yes sir this is EXACTLY where I should be putting in all my effort

[sefynarose]

Sylus fills my dash but never me😔

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Mitsuhide Akechi Sequel

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors and inaccuracies.

This is a full translation of Chapter 3, Part 2. Spoilers ahead.

Keiji: "Hey, Mai, Ranmaru!"

We bumped into Keiji, who was, for some reason, carrying a sack of rice on his shoulder.

Mai: "Keiji, perfect timing! Actually—"

Keiji: "You guys are the ones who showed up at the right time! Come with me for a bit."

Ranmaru: "Lord Keiji, we don't have time for this—hey, stop pulling me!"

Keiji: "Just come along. I'll listen to whatever you have to say while I'm making rice balls."

Masamune: "That's a hundred done. Take them."

(Rice balls?)

-----------------

Masamune's retainers: "Yes, sir!"

Ranmaru: "What's with this huge pile of rice balls!?"

Masamune: "It's for relief efforts. Even though the fire was put out, many people in the castle town lost their homes."

Masamune: "People can't do anything on an empty stomach."

Ranmaru: "I guess that's true."

Keiji: "Masamune, should I at least rinse the extra rice for now?"

Masamune: "Yeah, I’ll leave it to you."

Mai: "Keiji, you're also good at cooking?"

Keiji: "I'm just mimicking Masamune, but I don't mind doing this kind of stuff."

Keiji: "It's fun, like a festival."

His smile, like fireworks lighting up the night, lifted my spirits.

(It's amazing how he finds happiness in any situation.)

(I should follow his example. Dwelling on things will only wear me out.)

Masamune: "If you're free, you two should lend a hand."

Mai: "Sure."

Mai: "But while we're cooking, there's something I'd like to talk about."

Masamune: "What is it?"

Masamune: "Signs of rebellion in neighboring territories? Well, that's not surprising."

Even as I explained, neither Masamune nor Keiji showed any sign of alarm and continued to make rice balls.

Keiji: "That intel just came my way a little while ago."

Keiji: "I've already informed Lord Nobunaga."

Mai: "I see, that's good to hear."

Keiji: "Apparently, the rebels have no connection to Kicho or Motonari."

Masamune: "They're probably trying to take advantage of the chaos of the attack on Azuchi Castle to make a name for themselves."

Keiji: "Yeah."

Keiji: "It's not just the daimyo. Bandits and Ronin have gathered and started calling themselves rebel armies."

(The situation is more serious than I heard in town.)

Ranmaru: "If you already knew that much, we didn't have to rush back."

Keiji: "No, I'm glad you told me about the situation in town."

Keiji: "Now I know the information about the rebel armies is spreading faster than I thought."

Masamune: "This is getting fishy."

Keiji: "Yeah."

Ranmaru: "Fishy?"

Ranmaru: "You mean there's a possibility that Kicho and Motonari are involved in the rise of these rebel armies after all?"

(Huh?)

Keiji: "As expected from Lord Nobunaga's favorite page! You're not just a pretty face."

Ranmaru: "Of course! Being cute, cool, and smart is my charm, after all."

Keiji and Ranmaru spoke in their usual cheerful voices, but the eerie feeling that followed the attack began to take shape, weighing heavily on my heart.

Masamune: "Mai, open your mouth."

Mai: "Huh? Ah!"

He suddenly tossed a pickled turnip into my mouth.

When I instinctively bit into it, a sweet and sour taste spread across my tongue.

Masamune: "Is it good?"

Mai: "Yeah, it's delicious."

Masamune: "Looks like you haven't eaten much since this morning."

Mai: "Now that you mention it, I've been so busy, I forgot."

(I didn't even realize I looked pale.)

Masamune: "Let's take a break and eat."

Ranmaru: "I'm starving."

Keiji: "Alright, time to eat!"

We gathered in the corner of the kitchen and sat down around the table together.

(Eating is really important.)

As I was realizing this, Masamune suddenly peered at my face.

Masamune: "Where's Mitsuhide?"

Keiji: "Now that you mention it, we haven't seen him around these past few days."

Mai: "He's probably out gathering information. I don't know exactly where he is, though."

Ranmaru: "If you don't know where he is, then no one does."

(I haven't seen him since we returned to Azuchi.)

(Maybe he's investigating the rebel armies.)

Mai: "Thank you for the meal. I'll clean up the dishes."

As I carried the dishes and stood by the sink,

Masamune: "Huh? Mai, where are you?"

(Huh?)

Keiji: "You're right, she's not here."

Ranmaru: "Lady Mai?"

Mai: "Um, I'm right here."

Ranmaru: "Huh? You're right next to us, but why didn't we notice?"

Masamune: "Did you just vanish for a moment?"

Mai: "No, I'm not a ninja!"

Keiji: "Right. Even ninjas can't pull that off."

Keiji: "The only ones who could vanish and reappear like that are ghosts."

(Ghosts...)

His casual words stirred something uneasy in my heart.

Ranmaru: "Maybe the light outside was too bright?"

Keiji: "Yeah, probably. I should eat more and build up my strength."

Masamune: "............"

(Everyone's been so busy lately. They must be getting exhausted. It's probably nothing to worry about.)

I told myself that at the time. But...

The next time that happened was while I was standing in the hallway of Azuchi Castle, talking to Ieyasu and Mitsunari.

Mai: "We should have enough medicine to distribute tomorrow, but could I ask for more to be delivered the day after?"

Mitsunari: "Okay. Huh?"

Ieyasu: "Eh? Mai?"

Mai: "Yeah, what is it?"

Mitsunari: "Lady Mai?"

(Why are they both looking around like that?)

Mai: "Ieyasu, Mitsunari?"

Ieyasu & Mitsunari: "!"

Ieyasu: "Where were you just now?"

Mai: "What do you mean where? I've been standing here the whole time."

Mitsunari: "Really? I could have sworn I lost sight of you. I must've blacked out."

Ieyasu: "I can see Mitsunari zoning out, but I lost track of you for a second too, Mai."

Mai: "I see."

(This is like what happened in the kitchen earlier.)

Mai: "Maybe it's just eye strain? You two have been looking super busy lately."

Mitsunari: "That could be it. Sorry for worrying you."

Ieyasu: "..........."

The next time it happened was when I visited Hideyoshi's mansion.

Mai: "Excuse me, I brought the kimono you asked."

Hideyoshi: "............"

(Huh? Did he not hear me? Was my voice too quiet? It's rare to see him smoking his pipe like this.)

Mai: "Hideyoshi?"

Hideyoshi: "............"

(He seems really focused. I'll just leave the package with one of his retainers and head out so I don't disturb him.)

I was about to close the sliding door when...

(What if he really couldn't see me?)

A sense of unease crept over me, and I moved around to face him.

Mai: "Um, Hideyoshi!"

Hideyoshi: "............"

(It's like he really can't see me. He can't hear me either.)

My heart tightened.

Mai: "Hideyoshi!"

Hideyoshi: "Mai!? When did you—"

Hideyoshi, with wide eyes, quickly dropped the ash from his pipe.

Finally, our gazes met, and I felt all the tension leave my body.

(Thank goodness.)

Mai: "Sorry for interrupting while you were working. I called out to you several times."

Hideyoshi: "I'm the one who should apologize. I can't believe I didn't hear your voice."

Hideyoshi: "No, it's not that I didn't hear you."

Hideyoshi: "I really must be losing it."

Mai: "How did I look to you just now?"

Hideyoshi: "This might sound strange, but it felt like you suddenly appeared in front of me."

Hideyoshi: "Out of nowhere."

(Out of nowhere...?)

Hideyoshi: "I'm sorry, I really shouldn't have made you feel uncomfortable."

Mai: "It's not your fault, Hideyoshi."

Hideyoshi: "Huh?"

Mai: "Actually, this isn't the first time something like this has happened."

Hideyoshi: "It's not the first time?"

(I should probably tell him.)

(It's better to tell him now rather than risk causing more worry if it happens again.)

I opened up to him about everything that had happened so far.

Besides what happened in the kitchen and the castle hallway, there were several times when my fellow seamstresses couldn't find me even though I was right in front of them.

Hideyoshi: "It doesn't seem like it can be easily dismissed as a mistake."

Hideyoshi: "What does Mitsuhide say about this?"

(That's...)

Mai: "He's been so busy lately that I haven't had a chance to talk to him about it yet."

Hideyoshi: "At a time like this, I can't believe that guy is still...!"

Mai: "It's fine. I understand it's a difficult time for both Mitsuhide and the Oda army."

(Actually, it's probably better that I haven't seen him lately.)

(If I had,I wouldn't be able to stop myself from consulting him.)

I didn't want him to hold back from going on his missions for my sake.

I wanted Mitsuhide to live as he pleased.

Hideyoshi: "I'll ask Kyubei to pass the message to Mitsuhide."

Mai: "But..."

Hideyoshi: "If he's the kind of man who would leave you anxious and alone, then I'll kick him out of Azuchi for good."

Hideyoshi softened his gaze after saying that with a stern expression.

Hideyoshi: "He won't listen to me no matter how much I nag him, but if it's for you, he'll come back."

Hideyoshi: "I'll report this to Lord Nobunaga as well, so don't try to handle this on your own."

Mai: "Thank you."

Nobunaga: "So, something strange has happened to Mai?"

Hideyoshi: "Yes."

I bowed deeply before Nobunaga.

Mai: "Thank you so much for taking the time to listen."

The rumors I had heard in town turned out to be true, with small rebel factions springing up around Azuchi.

For now, they had only issued statements, but we couldn't predict when a military clash might occur.

(I don't want to worry everyone at a time like this.)

No matter how much I held back, I knew they wouldn't leave me to face it alone.

The warlords of the Oda army are kind-hearted people like that.

(I'll just honestly accept their help.)

Nobunaga: "Hideyoshi, you too witnessed Mai disappearing?"

Hideyoshi: "Yes. Yesterday, at my mansion."

Hideyoshi: "!"

Nobunaga: "..........."

Mai: "Hideyoshi? Nobunaga?"

(Don't tell me it's happening again?)

A cold shiver ran through me, draining the warmth from my fingertips.

Mai: "I'm here! Can you see me? Can you hear my voice?"

I spoke, trembling, but neither Nobunaga nor Hideyoshi responded, both wearing tense expressions as they looked around, unable to meet my gaze.

(They can't see and hear me.)

Driven by fear, I stood up and rushed toward them.

Mai: "I'm here!"

I shouted, reaching out toward Nobunaga, but in the next instant—

(!?)

My fingers slipped past his broad shoulders, and I lost my balance, collapsing onto the tatami.

Mai: "Ugh..."

Nobunaga: "Mai?"

Hideyoshi: "Are you okay!? How did you end up behind Lord Nobunaga?"

As they helped me up, the tremors wouldn't stop.

Mai: "It's not that I walked behind him. It's more like I passed right through him."

Hideyoshi: "Passed right through?"

Nobunaga: "Mai."

Mai: "Yes?"

Nobunaga: "If something like this happens again, report it immediately."

I hesitated to respond, and Nobunaga, seemingly aware of my reluctance, continued.

Nobunaga: "Your safety is the safety of the Oda army. Do you understand?"

Mai: "Yes. Thank you."

Hideyoshi: "Mai, you've got us on your side."

Their gazes warmed me, and I barely managed to nod, desperately holding back tears.

As soon as I returned to my room, I immediately grabbed the Travel Guide.

(It was after returning to Azuchi that I started becoming invisible to those around me.)

(And the strange happenings with the travel guide started around the same time. Maybe there's a connection?)

(If that's the case...)

The face of my only modern friend flashed in my mind, sending a chill down my spine.

(What if something's happening to Sasuke too? I have to tell him quickly!)

A few days after sending a letter to Echigo, I found myself lost in thought.

Suddenly, a knock came from the attic. Startled, I looked up, and the hatch swung open.

Sasuke: "Mai, good evening."

Mai: "Sasuke!?"

Sasuke landed gracefully, lowering his mask.

Sasuke: "I came."

Mai: "You came!"

Sasuke: "I wanted to talk directly instead of replying. Sorry for the sudden visit."

Mai: "It's okay, thank you for coming!"

Mai: "So, has anything strange happened? You came from the future like me, so I was really worried!"

Sasuke: "I'm fine. Nothing unusual has happened to me."

Mai: "I'm glad to hear that."

Sasuke: "About the other strange thing you mentioned in the letter..."

Sasuke: "Can I see the Travel Guide?"

Mai: "Sure, here you go."

His expression hardened as he looked down at the blank pages.

Sasuke: "............"

Mai: "Did you figure something out?"

Sasuke: "No, not exactly."

His words came out strangely hesitant.

(Is he hesitating to talk?)

Just as I sensed that, the sliding door opened.

Mitsuhide: "Let me hear that story as well."

Sasuke: "!"

(Mitsuhide!)

[worldofstoriesanddreams]

Billy (Little Red Arrow) Batson - Team Arrow vs Weather King

Here's the next chapter of my Billy Batson | Captain Marvel | Little Red Arrow. (I decided to post it in full here too)

Enjoy!

"Young man," Miss Wormwood tapped her feet as Billy Batson hurried down the corridor, two hours late. "What's your excuse this time?"

As Captain Marvel, Billy worked through the night and early morning rescuing hurricane victims and helping with relief efforts. 

But Billy couldn't tell the school principal that. 

"I'm sorry Miss Wormwood," he rubbed the back of his neck absently. "It was an emergency. But I have a note from my dad to explain."

"No more notes. I want to see you and your dad in person on Monday about your unacceptable tardiness," she demanded. "Six p.m. in my office. Both of you."

"Yes, Ma'am," he replied. Captain Marvel posed as Billy's 'dad' but how could he pull off a meeting with both Billy and his 'dad' present?

The final bell rang. 

Billy grabbed his backpack and joined the stampede out the school gates. 

Slipping through the bushes, he whispered, "Shazam."

Thunder roared, lightning struck the boy, power surging through him causing his body and mind to grow, filling him with power and wisdom. Captain Marvel knew exactly what to do. 

*

Billy's school problem settled, Cap flew from the Watchtower to Star City for Billy's lunch appointment. He powered down in an alley and ran the rest of the way to the restaurant Ollie had chosen.

As a reward for mastering the three-arrow technique, Ollie was treating him to an all-you-can eat buffet.

Boy oh boy. Billy couldn't wait.

“Grab a plate, pile on your food, then come join us, right inside,” Ollie said on the phone before hanging up.

The aroma of grilled meat, potatoes, pizza, freshly baked pastries and so much more enveloped Billy, tantalising him as he walked through the door.

“Holy Moley!” He gaped at the endless table laden with food. His stomach growled in response. 

Mouth watering, he piled pizza, potatoes, roast beef, fried chicken, lasagna, fish, lamb chops and pork chops on his overflowing plate.

“Hey!” He yelped, when someone hauled him off the ground, causing him to spill food on the pristine carpet.

“Put me down!” The boy protested, feet dangling in the air.

“No ruffians allowed,” the snobby waiter sniffed at him with disdain.

“I’m Ollie’s guest,” Billy pouted, furious.

“And I’m the King of England,” the bouncer marched him to the door.

Billy could have kicked himself. He should have known better than to wear his favourite sweater and jeans. It’s too worn and tattered for a swank place like this.

“Ahem,” Ollie, in a worn out, stained shirt and tattered jeans, blocked the exit.

“Mister Queen,” fawned the stiff necked waiter. “I was just taking out the trash.”

“Let my guest go,” Ollie clenched his fist, his smile sharp and dangerous.

“Sorry, sir,” the waiter grovelled as he put down the boy. Everyone in Star City recognised the prominent billionaire. “I didn’t know he was with you.”

“It’s okay,” Billy tugged Oliver’s sleeve, calming the man down before he could deck the bouncer. “I’m fine. Let’s eat!”

*

Dinah watched her sweetheart Ollie and itty bitty little Billy banter like kids at the playground. Who could have guessed the unlikely buddies had so much in common. 

Billy insisted on wearing his worn out red sweater and tattered jeans all the time. Oliver preferred his well worn (read raggedly torn) shirts and jeans to his business suits. They looked quite a sight in that ostentatious environment. The food was exquisite, though from the mess the boys made, it’s a wonder, the establishment hadn’t thrown them out.

“Oh this?” Ollie tugged at the shirt he was wearing with pride. “It’s from my time stranded alone on an island. It’s where I learned survival skills and mastered archery.” 

“You were stranded on a deserted island all by yourself?” Billy’s eyes widened. “For how long?”

Oliver held up his open hand. “Five years.”

“Were there dangerous animals? Was that exciting?” The tiny boy radiated excitement.

“Very,” Oliver grinned. “I hunted the predators for food. It’s where I taught myself archery.”

“Can we camp there?” The adorable munchkin looked up at Ollie with large puppy eyes no one could ever hope to resist.

“It’s too dangerous,” Dinah cut in. “Ollie was stranded with no way out.”

“I can fly us out when we’re done,” Billy piped up. 

Dinah found it hard to believe that tiny tyke— the baby boy she always longed for, was the World’s Mightiest Mortal, Captain Marvel. 

“You do have a point,” she conceded.

“If you’re good, I can take you there during your school holidays,” Oliver offered.

“It’s a deal,” Billy’s dazzling smile lit the room.

The sky turned black without warning. Multiple bolts of lightning streaked the sky. It looked unnatural.

“Not me,” Billy raised his hands as he stared out of the window. “I didn’t do that!”

“Suit up,” Oliver got up and left, with Billy tailing behind him.

Thunder roared. 

Winds howled.

A strong wind caught little Red Arrow and would have carried him off, if Green Arrow hadn’t pulled the child down.

“Over there,” Green Arrow noted, sheltering tiny Red Arrow from the wind as they pushed through the storm towards the freak lightning.

For some insane reason, itty bitty Billy refused to transform into Captain Marvel. 

“You know, you could power up,” Black Canary gripped the tot’s hand to keep him from getting blown away again.

“Nah,” the stubborn boy pouted. “Where’s the fun in that?”

The storm intensified around lightning clustered around what looked like a ring of giant beach umbrella frames each a storey tall. 

“Bow at the feet of Weather King,” a voice boomed from a tower overlooking the structures. A man wearing a gold foil paper crown held a remote which he pointed at the lightning clusters. “Know my power!”

“Holy moley!” Billy exclaimed. “Who writes his dialogue?”

“Hey, kid,” the villain looked offended. Staring at Billy, he huffed, “I paid a professional screenwriter good money for this.”

“Now fall before the might of Weather King!” Smirking, the wannabe supervillain hit a button. A cyclone emerged from the ring of frames, growing in intensity as it headed towards Capital Hill.

Thwack!

Ollie’s boxing glove arrow punched Weather King out.

“All yours, Pretty Bird,” Ollie pointed at the structures.

Her song welling up her lungs, Black Canary let loose, shattering the weather manipulating structures. While that ended the lightning show, it had no effect on the tornado.

“Billy, stop the cyclone,” Ollie yelled over the winds.

“With which arrow?” Little Red Arrow hollered.

“Which arrow?!” Ollie sputtered. “None!���

“Aw man,” the itty bitty little archer pouted. Disappointed.

“Hurry kid,” Ollie prodded the child. “Power up and go get it!”

Billy look up, yelling, “Shazam!”

Blinding lightning and a thunder crack later, Captain Marvel did a goofy salute, before chasing after the tornado.

It was quite a sight, watching a red blur flying in the opposite direction of the cyclone’s spin, untwisting the twister. Dinah smiled at the thought of the tiny boy at the heart of the mighty Captain.

The winds dissipated.

“All done,” the Captain landed before Green Arrow and Black Canary.

Cameras flashed. 

Cap looked like a deer caught in the headlights. 

Reporters thrust microphones at the Big Red Cheese’s face,  bombarding him with questions.

Beside her, she felt Ollie’s inadequacy as he watched Captain Marvel steal the thunder in his own city. 

Dinah’s a meta.

Ollie’s not. 

Though he tried not to show it, she could tell it stung. 

Knowing Billy, she guessed that’s why the kid refused to power up around them, choosing instead to adopt a new vigilante identity as Ollie’s sidekick.

“It’s okay,” he smirked, as if reading her thoughts. “I’m good.” Green Arrow grabbed her waist and pulled her close. “I’m proud of our boy.”

 *

“You might have heard about Cap stopping the tornado in Star City, but here’s the real scoop,” Billy’s sunny voice brightened the station. That child’s a gem. Mister Morris’s chest swelled with pride as he watched the boy he regarded as his son, captivate the audience with his inimitable delivery.

“The real scoop is,” Whiz kid lowered his voice conspiratorially. “Green Arrow caught a new supervillain before he could even make a name for himself,” the boy chuckled.  

“The villain, who called himself Weather King, had machines that could manipulate weather,” the boy explained. “Well, Black Canary destroyed those with her Canary Cry!” He chirped.

“Captain Marvel, a friend of Team Arrow, showed up to help clean the mess.”

The boy went on to hype Green Arrow, highlighting what a brilliant strategist the archer was. Morris would wager that the child, who just happened to be Captain Marvel’s son, was a huge fan of Green Arrow and Black Canary.

“Billy, your dad is here,” Miss Dalshaw announced when the recording ended.

To the less observant eye, the man who walked up to Billy would pass as Mister Batson. Morris saw through the guise. He was an inch taller but his shoulders an inch less broad when compared to the real Mister Batson.

“Hi Dad,” Billy skipped up to the man and took his hand. 

The big guy ruffled his hair. “Ready to meet the Principal?”

“Billy, is everything alright?” Morris scrutinised the imposter.

“All’s good,” Billy grinned, giving him a look that said ‘play along. I know what I’m doing.’

“If you say so,” Mister Morris replied as Billy left with the dead ringer for Captain Marvel.

[gamblersdoll]

cw: power play, boss on employee, blowjob, p in v. please dont say “this is not..” yes its fiction.

this had to be the busiest season of it, of all the year.

the business always boomed around june or july, production sales and having more accidents in the summer. see, when it got hot in the south, no one knew how to drive. the heat must be frying their brains.

but thats where your job came in, you making commissions exactly how you always did.

and you were the most important and wanted agent in your industry, town, and on the market. your skills were unmatched, making more commission because you were a smooth talker.

do you think that passed by your boss, Nanami? you were crazy to think that. he always saw how well you did.

“come to my office, asap.” the message said on your work phone. your bosses’ voice never sounds completely comforting or warm, sometimes stoic. and dare it be past five o’clock, because now he’s just a grump.

you knocked on his door, received a ‘come in.’ you open the door, peaking in through the small crack.

“i did say come in, close the door behind you, please.” he said, nodding in response when you do exactly that.

such a good listener.

“what did you need, sir?” you ask, fixing yourself ad you sat down with minimal effort. he turns back to you, handing a stack of papers. “whats this?”

“im offering a promotion.” he says, a small smile on his face at your excited reaction. “for what could be a small price to pay, just maybe.”

“anything, this is great!” you cheer, earning a small chuckle from him.

and you would do anything for this promotion. you were on your knees, hands on his clothed thick thighs. your scalp burned, nanami pulling your hair. he didn’t pull too hard, knowing you had an attachment to your hair.

your throat expanded when his cock plunged into the warm tunnel, eyes tearing up as you look up to him. your eyeliner became ruined, runny at that.

his groans vibrated around the room, feeling more comfortable since all the employees had basically clocked out and left around their usual end of day meetings. his hips instinctively thrusted into your throat, curling your toes so you didnt gag too much on him.

“get up.” he hushed, pulling you up and bending you over the desk. he roughly pulled your tight mini skirt. he should reprimand you, you were out of dress code. your skirt was too tight and your ass could fall out any minute.

oh well, he had his cock sunk deepen into you to even give a flying fuck about some dress code that was put in place in the fucking early two thousands.

“do you like this, lovely?” he said in your ear, hovering above you. he nodded, “yeah? you do, dont you?” when you mumbled your positive answer. he undid his tie, replacing his neck for your wrists. he tied it enough to not cut off circulation, yet to tug you back whenever he so pleased.

“how bad do you need this promotion, lovely?” he asked in your ear, forcing you to stand against him while he thrusted his cock inside your slippery walls.

“need it so bad..” you choke out, feeling nanami’s hand squeeze only a tad bit more.

“say ‘thank you, sir.’ for the promotion.” he egged on, hands going to your hips as he groaned louder, feeling himself get closer to that brink. he felt his balls tighten, rolling his eyes as his veins popped out of his neck.

“thank you sir!” you cry out, he was hitting that spot that made your legs shake and your thick thighs quiver. “take me, use me please! anything!” you moan, feeling him slam your body back down onto his desk as your cheek pressed up against it.

he breathes heavily, moaning louder as he pumps his cock into you for the last few times. he made a mental note that he had remembered to put the magnum on before he even decided to take your body for his own.

“dont move, i have some wipes that i can clean you with.” he assures, rummaging through his desks and finally wiping the sweat, spit, drool, and your own milky essence coming out of your folds.

“thank you, sir..” you mumble, looking over your shoulder and he hushes you softly.

“you deserve this, youre a hard worker. your efforts never go unnoticed.” he praises in his own way.

[fishfooddude]

Family Ties

I love that the fandom sees Carmy as a girl dad who practices gentle parenting. Gentle parenting is a great parenting style, don't get me wrong. Personally, I can see him butting heads with his teenage daughter like he wants her to express herself- but he also knows that teenage boys are weird and would want to protect her at all costs. This was just a thought I had a couple of days ago, and once I started, I couldn't stop. More Dad!Carmy content to come...

A/N: I didn't realize until I copy pasted this from my Google Drive. This was 6 freakin pages. I like longer fics, I'm sorry.

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Carmy was furious. It took a lot of effort for him to ‘gentle parent’ with you when the kids, Grace and Oliver, were little. Now that both kids are in high school, he wishes he had been harder on them. You reassure him that the two of you have great kids, both work hard in school, participate in extracurricular activities, and aren’t afraid to talk to them about anything - he insisted he should have been harder on them, especially when he gets calls from the school about Oliver getting suspended… again. 

Oliver was 15, and Carmy was convinced he was Mikey's reincarnation. Like you had, he did well in school, but he was Mikey in every other aspect of life. He just needed to get his head out of his ass before out-of-school suspension became stints in jail. 

As Carmy walked down the hall to the principal’s office, he saw Oliver sitting on a bench talking to Grace- Grace, his little girl, granted she wasn’t as little anymore. She’s 17 and looked exactly like you when you were her age- except she had gotten his eyes. “Oliver.” Carmy barked, getting his attention. 

Grace looked at her brother nervously. Carmy wasn’t the kind of Dad to ‘approve’ of her clothing, but he’d fight her on it occasionally, especially regarding crop tops and dresses. It came from a place of caring and not wanting his little girl to get hurt, but Carmy could take it too far.

 Carmy noticed Grace turning the opposite way to get away from the Berzatto boys,

“Grace? Shouldn’t you be in class or somethin’?” Carmy questioned; she stopped in her tracks, knowing Carmy wasn’t in the best mood. She turned around and hoped he was too mad, Oliver, to notice the cropped corset she’d worn to school that day. It’s not like she’d worn it to get a guy to notice her; she’d just liked the contrast of its light green color with her baggy jeans, and she was supposed to match outfits with the rest of the dance team that day so he couldn’t be mad at it- especially since he’d encouraged her to join the dance team freshman year. “Someone texted me that Oli was out here- just wanted to make sure no one beat my baby brother’s ass.” she laughed. Carmy shot her his classic ‘I’m your father, I know when you’re lying look’ but shook his head; he was not ready to deal with that. “Put on a sweater.” Grace nodded at Carmy’s casual dislike of her top, “Yes, sir.”

Initially, Carmy was going to let it slide. He knew Grace was 17, she was going to college next year, and he wouldn’t be able to encourage her to make the right decision anymore, but while she was under his roof, she’d live by his rules. You laughed when he brought it up to you that night in bed. “Carmy, she’s a good kid. Gracie has good grades. She has good friends. She works; if she wants to wear a crop top, she can wear a crop top.” Carmy sighed. He saw the point you’d been trying to make with that explanation but wasn’t happy.

Grace hoped Carmy wouldn’t bring up her wardrobe, but unfortunately, she was wrong. Carmy had hired an older brother of one of Grace’s friends at The Bear- that’s how he’d found out about Grace’s non-family Instagram account. She hadn’t posted anything too scandalous; there were some pictures from parties where she was holding a red Solo cup, a few from a dance competition after-party where she’d been wearing something Carmy wouldn’t have allowed her to leave the house in, and of course the soft launch of her relationship. He was seething; you hadn’t known about the account either- you’d heard Grace talk to her cousins about a boy she liked, but the drinking and parties also surprised you. 

“Carmy, you neeeeed to be careful with how you speak to Grace about this,” you emphasized through the phone. Of course, this would come up when you were out of town. “Baby, I’ll handle it.” “Carmen Anthony Berzatto. Do not, I repeat, do not shame our daughter. You can tell her you’re unhappy-” “I’ll handle it.” he hung up, and you knew you’d be walking into a shit storm when you returned home.

“Fuck off, Dad!” Grace screamed as she slammed her bedroom door. To say Carmy mishandled the situation would be an understatement; he stood outside Grace’s door, immediately regretting what he’d said about Grace. He questioned her character; he knew she was a good kid; he wanted to knock on her door and apologize, but Grace didn’t want to hear it.

Oliver sat in his bedroom and heard Carmy and Grace yell at each other throughout the weekend. He laughed when he realized Carmy double-downed on what he’d initially said about Grace ‘not being that kind of girl.’ and how people would ‘never take her seriously’ when he dropped the word ‘whore’ he knew there would be hell when you came home. The front door slammed, and he heard Carmy yell ‘fuck’ and slam a door. He looked out his bedroom window to see Grace running up the street. Oliver sighed and fished his phone out of his pocket; “Oli fuck off.” Grace huffed before immediately hanging up on him. He rolled his eyes and dialed your number. “Hi baby, everything okay?” “Nope.”

The house was antagonistic. Carmy was pissed at himself, you and Grace were also pissed at him, and Oliver managed to sink into the background. The family dinners you’d shared were typically full of conversation and life, but tonight was awkwardly silent. Oliver decided he’d take a crack at making it better, “Uncle Richie got to 100 Instagram followers. He’s pretty excited about it.” no one took the bait. He poked at the chicken on his plate, “Good dinner, am I right?” he grinned, looking around the table. Grace rolled her eyes and stood up from the table, “Grace?” you called after her. She ignored your question and went upstairs. “Well, I think it’s a good dinner- conversation wasn’t the best, but… we’ll get through it.” Oliver tried to lighten the tension in the room, but he inevitably failed, and Carmy told him to go to his room. Oliver obliged, taking his and Grace’s plates to the sink before shuffling upstairs. He walked past Grace’s room on the way. He paused and stood before the door; it was too quiet. He knocked softly before opening the door; she was gone.

“I just don’t know what to say to him. I’m pissed.” Grace vented as she lay beside Eva in the park by her apartment, “My dad was the same way, except he threw my clothes away. My mom ripped him a new one over it.” “Should I accept his apology and move out as soon as possible?” Eva shook her head and laughed at the suggestion. “Gracie, you know what you need to do.” Grace sighed, knowing her cousin was right. She sat up and pushed her hair back. “I’m gonna hide out at Danny’s house. Cover for me?” “Of course. Don’t get pregnant.” 

“Gracie girl? Can I come in, honey?” you asked outside her door, but there was no response. “Baby, please?” you asked again. “She’s not home,” Oliver said, walking past you to the bathroom. “What do you mean she’s not home?” he shrugged. “I guess she snuck out after dinner.”. You pinched the bridge of your nose in frustration before walking into your and Carmy’s bedroom, “You have to fix this, Carmen.” you scolded in your best mom voice he’d heard a thousand times, granted it was typically directed at one of the kids. “Baby, how can-” “Carmen. If you ever want to be inside me again, you’ll fix this.” Carmy leaned back against the headboard; he didn’t think something like this could be fixed. 

“Oh, hi, Grace.” Danny’s mom greeted her when she realized she was sitting on the couch with Danny. “Hi, Mrs. De Luca.” she smiled back, “How are you, sweetheart?” Grace shrugged at the question, “Been better.” “Oh, I’m sorry, Grace,” she frowned before turning her attention to her son “Danny. I need you to take Annie to school tomorrow morning, okay? I’m doin’ an overnight.” Danny nodded in acknowledgment. She smiled again and quickly ran out of the house, leaving Danny and Grace in the living room and Danny’s sister Annie upstairs, tucked into bed. 

“So. What’s goin on with you?” Danny finally asked. He wasn’t mad that she’d come over unannounced, but it was obvious that Grace had been crying. Grace shrugged at the question, “Guess I just wanted to see you.” Danny scoffed. “Grace. Com’ on. You only come over on weeknights when you’re upset.” “Do not.” Grace challenged, leaning into his side. “I will tickle it out of you, baby. You should just tell me what’s up.” he insisted, sitting up slightly. Grace groaned and sat up, bringing her knees to her chest. She told him that she and Carmy were fighting about her ‘secret online life that everyone can see’ and how ‘she’s not that kind of girl,’ so why was she pretending to be? She was hesitant to include the part where Carmy had called her a whore, but as she looked at Danny’s sympathetic face, she couldn’t hold back. “The house is awkward- Oli tried to make a joke out of it, but it was just so fuckin’ annoying. I’m just disappointed in myself… he’s never mad at me, Danny.” Danny nodded. “I get that. What me to beat him up for callin’ you a whore? You know I will.” Grace rolled her eyes. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

Carmy sat outside on the porch smoking when he saw headlights coming in his direction; it was almost 2 in the morning. He sighed and took a final puff before ashing his cigarette. He assumed it was Grace, and he was correct. He heard her say her goodbyes to whoever dropped her off and waited for her to come up the driveway. “Hi, Grace.” he greeted, his lips pulling into a tight line due to their growing awkwardness. “Dad,” she responded, crossing her arms over her stomach. “Where were you?” “With Eva.” Carmy nodded. “Can I talk to you?” Grace shrugged and moved closer to Carmy. “I want to apologize, Gracie. I shouldn’t have said that about you. You have a good head on those shoulders- but I don’t want you to get hurt. Girls who posted stuff like that online when I was 17… you know what happened. Rumors and shit- I just don’t want people doin' that to you.” he explained, scratching at the back of his neck. Grace nodded, taking in what he’d said. “I understand, but I’m not a little girl anymore, Dad. I can handle myself; if I can’t, Danny has my back.” Carmy nodded, “We good?” he asked, looking down at Grace. He smiled when he saw her pulling her sleeves over her hands like when she was a little girl and felt uneasy. “We’re good.” Grace agreed. Carmy brought her into a lazy hug and kissed the top of her head. “I love you, always.” Grace smiled and hugged Carmy back, “I love you too, Dad.”

As the two went inside, Carmy remembered something she’d said, “Who’s Danny?” Grace stopped and looked up at Carmy cautiously. “Uh… he’s my- my boyfriend…”

[deestorytime]

I got prom coming up and what if you wrote something about levi and reader doing a prom send off for their kid (or like some fancy ball their kid is goin to) and like it’s fluffy n cute and tooth rottingly sweetly and romantic 😭

Ok I tried to make it as cute as possible, ngl I was kicking my feet the entire time I was writing it. I hope you like it!

Levi stood at the doorway of your child's bedroom, admiring the sight before him. Your daughter was dressed in a stunning, elegant outfit, ready for her first grand ball. You both had spent weeks planning every detail. She nervously adjusted her attire in front of the mirror as you dabbed sweet, scented perfume behind her ears. Levi stepped forward to straighten the fabric of her outfit.

"You look just like your mother," Levi remarked.

 "And you’ve got your father’s eyes," you added, opening a tiny box to reveal a gold necklace with carnelian gemstones and placing it around your child’s neck. Your family heirloom, passed down through generations, now adorns your daughter.

"You're going to have the most wonderful time," you tried to assure her.

 Levi cleared his throat, attempting to ease her nervousness and lighten the mood. "You know," he began, "…let's just say that dancing was never really my forte." His eyes met yours, and you knew exactly what he was thinking about.

You chimed in, eager to paint the picture for your child. "Oh, you should have seen your father at our first ball. He was all dressed up but absolutely mortified at the thought of dancing. He was humanity’s strongest soldier but put the man on a dance floor…….!?"

Your child's laughter joined yours. "I can't imagine Dad dancing!"

"Alright, let's not exaggerate," he retorted, smiling, and it was a sight that warmed your heart every time. "Let's just say I've had my... challenges. But, in my defense, your mother was incredibly patient with me. She taught me a few steps right there on the dance floor."

 You nodded, “Just let yourself enjoy the moment, regardless of how clumsy you might feel. Your father and I danced most of the night away, those moments we spent stepping on each other's feet are some of my most cherished memories."

Levi's gaze shifted from your daughter to a small music box resting on a nearby shelf. With a slight smile he walked over and picked it up. Holding the music box in one hand and with a flick of his wrist, he opened it.

 A soft melody filled the room. "Come," he said, extending his other hand towards your child. Momentarily taken aback, she smiled and stepped forward, placing her hand in his. Levi guided her gently, showing her where to place her feet, how to move in time with the music. The initial awkwardness quickly faded, replaced by laughter. You watched, your heart full, as Levi and your child began to move more fluidly, her initial awkwardness replaced with confidence. Levi, despite claiming he had two left feet, was an amazing teacher. Just as the last notes of the music box's melody began to fade, a sharp knock came at the front door.

Levi motioned for her to stay put. "I'll get it," he said. Opening the door, he found her date, visibly nervous, standing on the doorstep. The young man was well-dressed, clearly having made an effort for the evening, and held a small bouquet of flowers in his hands.

"Good evening, sir, I'm Matteo," he managed, extending a hand towards Levi.

 Levi assessed him from head to toe before accepting the handshake, his grip firm but not hostile. "Evening," he finally said. "Come in." He stepped inside, his eyes darting between Levi and the staircase where you and your child were standing. The air was charged with silent tension.

“Sir, I—" Matteo started, but Levi quickly cut him off.

 "I trust you understand the importance of tonight. My daughter means the world to us. I expect you to treat her with the respect and care she deserves. Am I clear?"

 Matteo nodded vigorously. "Yes, sir. I— I really like her. I promise to take good care of her tonight." Levi studied him for a moment longer before nodding. "Have her home by midnight," he added. As Matteo agreed, your child descended the rest of the stairs, her nervousness replaced with excitement.

"You look amazing," Matteo said, his eyes lighting up as they took in your child's appearance.

"Thanks," your child replied, a blush creeping up her cheeks. "You look great, too."

As Matteo and your daughter made their way to the door, you called out, "Wait, just a moment." You rushed to grab your camera. "Stand together, just there," you instructed, pointing to a spot where the soft light from the hallway fell. "Okay, ready? Smile," you said, your finger poised over the button.

"Thank you, Mom,"

 "Just one more thing," you announced, a mischievous twinkle in your eye that both Levi and your child knew all too well. Before she could protest, you pulled her into a warm, enveloping hug, planting a loud, smacking kiss right on her cheek. Levi's chuckle filled the room; however, your child's reaction was instant and dramatic.

 "Mom! Dad!" she protested.

 "Have a wonderful time," you replied.

"Alright, alright, see you later, guys," she conceded, a laugh escaping her as she waved goodbye and walked away. As he closed the door, Levi pulled you into his embrace, his lips finding yours in a kiss.

 "she grow up too fast," you said. "We did good, didn't we?"

He nodded, your head resting against his shoulder. "We did great."

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How Junie Met S.W.O.R.D.

Genre: mostly crack if I'm being honest

Warnings: typical H&L violence, mentions of kidn@pping, Junie jokes about getting sold, cuss words here and there (let me know if I'm missing anything so I can update this)

These are written in the order Junie met each leader/group. Since Junie is Cobra's little sister, I am writing with female pronouns, attributes, etc.

There's incorrect depiction about Junie going to a performing arts school, I don't actually know how those schools work lol I went to public school my whole life.

How Junie met each S.W.O.R.D. leader, Amamiya Kyodai, and Mighty Warriors

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Mugen dominated the Chikuni City area. No one challenged them except for the Amamiya Brothers. For what exactly? Junie didn't know. At age 11, Junie didn't fully understand the concept of Mugen or the gang world. She just knew that her brother was friends with a bunch of other guys who also liked riding motorcycles. Junie didn't quite understand the impact of Mugen within the area, only that other kids would stop playing with her once their parents found out who her older brother was. Sure her brothers rode motorcycles and got into fights but they weren't bad people... This often left Junie lonely during recess, this is where this story begins.

It was recess time, and Junie had two options. 1) be lonely and sad that the other kids didn't want to play with her or 2) go exploring to keep herself busy and remember to come back before the next class started. Around this time, Junie had gone from arguing with Cobra a lot to finally putting in more effort in school. She could've chosen to follow the rules... but she was too bored today and didn't want to tell Cobra that she hated school because no one wanted to play with her. She didn't need to add more to his plate. Besides, she would only be gone for a little bit anyway; she'll come right back before the bell rings. No one will even know she was gone.

Junie made her way to the back of the school, piling a few boxes and old desks on top of each other so she could jump over the back gate. Junie slowly made her way down to the other side and checked her watch. 20 minutes left of recess. I should be able to walk around and come back in no time; she thought to herself.

Junie began walking away from the school, finding herself in front of a random drink vending machine. Junie pulled out her coin pouch from her uniform pocket and began counting the correct amount of change she needed to buy herself a bottle of juice. As Junie continued counting her change, she felt a much taller presence behind her. She turned around and looked up, meeting the eyes of a tall stranger with black spikey hair and a leather jacket.

"Hello," she said nonchalantly as she went back to buying herself a drink.

"Can you hurry up kid?"

"Can you be patient and wait your turn Mr. adult?"

"What the hell are you doing here instead of being at school kid?"

"None of your business sir."

"I-"

Just then, another tall guy in a leather jacket appeared. "Hiroto! That's no way to talk to a little kid." He knelt down so he could be at a closer eye level to Junie. "Hi. My name is Masaki, and that is my little brother Hiroto. What are you doing here? Don't you have school?"

Junie looked over at him. He was friendlier looking than the other one. He sounded nicer too. "Hello, I'm Hino. I do have school, but it's recess time."

"So shouldn't you be playing with your friends inside the school?"

"I don't have friends, but I didn't want to be bored, so I snuck out. Bye bye. Have a good day," she said as she took her drink and began walking away.

Masaki looked at Hiroto who closed his eyes in frustration. "No, Masaki, Absolutely not."

"But she's all alone. And she's so cute."

"I don't care! I didn't sign up to babysit!"

"Let's go!"

"NO!"

"YES!"

"NO!"

"YES! I'M OLDER! YOU HAVE TO LISTEN TO ME!"

"OH MY GOD! FINE!"

"Hey! Hino! Wait up!"

Junie turned around to look at the two guys she just met, the nicer one had ran to catch up to her. He again bent down to be closer to her eye level. "We'll hang out with you during recess so you aren't lonely."

"That's okay, I don't want to bother you guys."

"We insist."

"He insists."

"NO! We insist."

"Well, recess is about to be over anyways so I am just walking back. Bye."

"We can drop you off on our motorcycles. It'll be faster than walking."

"Sorry, I don't trust anyone on a motorcycle besides my brother. Even then, I don't really trust him either."

"Who is your brother?"

"He says I can't say his name for safety purposes but to tell people who ask that he is a part of Mugen and can fight."

Masaki and Hiroto both froze and looked at each other like 😧

"Masaki dude no. She's a Mugen kid! We can not be seen in this region with a Mugen kid!"

"But she's all alone and so cuuute."

"I'm gonna punch you."

"You guys act like a puppy and a kitten, always arguing." Now the two turned and looked at Junie like 🤨and😑 (guess which brother is which expression lol). "Now that I've stood here instead of walking back to the school I won't make it in time for class before they call my brother. Can I still get that ride?"

"Of course!" said Masaki. So Junie hopped onto the back of his motorcycle and the two brothers drove her to the back side of the school and helped her over the gate.

"Bye Hino. Do us a favor and don't tell anyone you were with us okay?"

"Okay! Bye bye Masaki. Bye Hiroto!"

"Bye kid. Stay behind those gates next time."

"No."

Masaki laughed at how Junie said no to Hiroto. The two waved back to her and drove off. As Junie was going to walk back to the playground, one of the staff came running to her.

"JUNIE! It's class time! You're 10 minutes late!"

"Sorry, I was playing with a puppy and a kitten."

"A puppy and a kitten? Where?"

"On the other side of the gate."

"That's nice but remember to listen next time when we say it's time to go inside okay?"

"Okay." Junie walked with the teacher back to class.

Later that day...

Cobra and Yamato were at the gates of Junie's school to pick her up. As usual, the other children's guardians who were also there to pick them up were talking about them. The two boys rolled their eyes. Neither boy was doing anything besides standing next to their bike and waiting for their sister, so they didn't understand why these other adults couldn't just mind their business.

Right as Yamato was getting ready to lose his cool, Junie came running out to give them both a hug. "Hi guys!"

"Hi Junie," they said back.

"Happy to see us?" (Yamato)

"Of course! Going home is the best part of the day."

The two teens laughed as Junie hopped onto the back of Cobra's bike, the three making their way over to the Mugen garage. The other Mugen members greeted them.

Junie sat on top of Cobra's bike, playing a game on his phone as he worked on his bike's wheels. "How was school Baby?"

"It was the same."

"What about lunch and recess?"

"The same also."

"Are you sure?"

"Mhmm."

"So then why did one of the teachers call me to tell me that you were late to class after lunch?"

"Oh... that..."

"Yeah, that. Where were you?"

"At the back of the school."

"Doing what?"

"Playing with a puppy and a kitten I found..."

"Why weren't you playing with the other kids like you should've been?"

"I thought you knew by now but clearly not... I don't have friends at school."

"Why?"

"Because everyone says their parents tell them to stay away from me. But that's okay! I get to walk around in peace and quiet. And the puppy and kitten I found were funny."

Cobra didn't know what to say to her, it always seemed like whenever his sister was having problems they directly tied back to him and his lifestyle.

"It's not your fault you know. I like my life outside of school. School is just a few hours out of my day, being with you and Yamato and all of Mugen is way more fun than having friends at school."

"You always know exactly what to say huh Baby?"

"I try."

Kohaku listened in on the siblings' conversation, he was always worried for the two because they were each other's only support system considering their parents weren't around often. Watching Junie's change from being super stubborn and constantly fighting with Cobra to her always reassuring him that she was fine, was reassuring to Kohaku. He knew that as time went on the two would figure things out.

The two siblings went back to what they were doing. As everyone continued doing their own thing, the sound of two more motorcycles entered the garage.

"Here they are."

"They've herded together quite nicely."

Junie turned at the sound of their voices, she knew those voices! Junie hopped off her brothers bike to get a closer look at the newcomers, to be met with the two men she just met earlier that day.

"Hino! What are you doing here?!" (Masaki)

"What the fuck do you mean what am I doing here? I'm a part of Mugen." (Cobra)

"Not you, the kid." (Hiroto)

"Junie? You know them?" (Cobra)

"Maybe?" she said as she looked at her brother. "I told you guys my brother is in Mugen earlier!" she shouted back at Masaki and Hiroto.

"And lied about your name!" (Masaki)

"Hey! No I didn't! Hino is my last name bro. You asked for my name you weren't specific about which one you wanted."

"Earlier?! Junie," said Cobra in a stern voice.

"They're the puppy and the kitten I met during lunch..."

"HUH?!" shouted quite literally everyone in the garage.

"Oh my- Yamato take her to the back." (Cobra)

"Yes sir!" So Yamato threw you over his shoulder, taking you to the back tool room and setting you down in there. "We'll come back for you when we're done okay?"

"Yeah yeah whatever you say. Just hurry, it gets stuffy back here."

Yamato ruffled your hair and locked the door. You sat in the tool room for what felt like forever while Mugen and the Amamiya brothers fought.

Before Daruma Ikka, Hyuga wasn’t involved in the gang world. Even though his brothers were a sector within Kuryu, they kept him far away from it. His older brothers made money to send him to school, to chase a better life away from danger. Things took a turn though when Hyuga Kai rumbled with Mugen.

Wanting to impress the higher ups, the leaders of Hyuga Kai gathered around and talked about what their next steps were. As the 3 older brothers were talking, Hyuga had just gotten home from school.

“Hi guys!”

“Welcome home Norihisa. How was school?”

“It was fine. What are you guys talking about?”

"Just a new task. Go wash up and do your homework. We'll call you when dinner is ready."

Hyuga took a quick glance at all the documents his brothers had scattered across the dining table, catching a glimpse of a picture of a little girl entering a school. He looked around and realized that there were multiple shots of this little girl doing various things in various places.

"Why do you guys have a bunch of pictures of this little girl?"

"She's the younger sister of a prominent Mugen member. Our plan is to kidnap her and use her as a bargaining chip against Mugen. Once they give up their claim to the area to us, we'll use that to appeal to Kuryu."

Hyuga's brothers saw the way his facial expression changed, his eyebrows furrowing in a disapproving manner.

"You do what you have to do sometimes Norihisa."

"I know... but... she's just a kid. She doesn't need to be involved in any of this. Kuryu and Mugen's business is its own matter. You guys don't need to drag a literal child into it do you?"

"It's a foolproof plan."

"But-"

"Go wash up Norihisa, we'll call you down when dinner is ready," said his eldest brother.

Hyuga walked away, slightly disappointed in his brothers for stooping low to get something done.

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Hyuga laid in bed that night, staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep. The thought of a bunch of adults putting a child in harms way to get what they want not sitting right with him. Don't get him wrong, Hyuga loved his brothers and respected that they worked their tails off to give him everything, but even the people we love can have faults and be criticized.

Hyuga slowly sat up from his bed, tip toeing around the house to his eldest brother's office. His eldest brother was usually the one to keep all their plans in his office. Hyuga quietly flipped through all the pictures and papers, looking for what exactly his brothers were planning. After what felt like forever, he found what he was looking for. Junie's name, her relation to Mugen, where she went to school, her school schedule, and what day and time they would be taking her from her school. Hyuga made a mental note of all this information, then returning to his room.

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Hyuga didn't usually ditch his classes unless it was a day he knew nothing important was happening so he could just to the library to study or maybe take a nap; and yet here he was, standing behind this elementary school at the back gates waiting for the little girl that was supposed to show up and pray he could get to her before his brothers' workers do.

Just as Hyuga was contemplating switching up his plans at the last second, Junie showed up. "Hey, hey kid. Junie."

Junie looked around and saw a guy who looked to be around her brother's age standing at the school's back gate. She walked to the gate, standing a good amount away so that she could run if need be. "Um... who are you? How do you know me?"

"My name is Norihisa, but you can just call me Hyuga. You need to come with me for your safety, I'll return you before you have to go back to class."

"I don't even know you. I'm not going anywhere with you!"

"Some people want to kidnap you to make a deal with your brother and his friends. I'll hide you for a bit and return you later. I promise."

"Why would I trust you?"

"I'll take you to whatever food stall you want and buy you lunch?"

"Okay I guess," she said as she began stacking old chairs, desks, and boxes in a formation to jump over the gate.

"Wait really?!"

"Yeah. Who doesn't like free food? Plus, if you're working with the bad guys then my brother will just find you and them later," she said nonchalantly.

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Junie was nagging Hyuga on the way to the ramen shop, asking him about who was coming for her and why. He eventually caved and told her what was supposed to happen had he not ditched class to come find her.

The two sat together at a table, eating their food. Junie put down her utensils and looked at Hyuga, him doing the same.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Can I ask why are you doing this? Why are you helping me? Wouldn't you want to help your brothers?"

"Because I don't agree with what they're doing. I agree with them on a lot of things but not this. I don't think there's any good reason to get you involved between them. After all, you're not a part of Mugen, your brother is, and you're just a kid."

"Oh. That makes sense. Sometimes I don't agree with my brother on stuff too. Thanks for helping me then Hyuga."

"You're welcome Junie."

After lunch, Hyuga had returned Junie back to her school, his brothers' workers should be back to tell them she wasn't there, stopping their plans of kidnapping her.

Hyuga Kai's downfall from Kuryu after unsuccessfully trying to gain power over Mugen took a toll on all the Hyuga Brothers. The three eldest were removed from Kuryu, Hyuga Kai having to disband. The youngest Hyuga swore revenge on Mugen and Kuryu, hellbent on making them pay for what happened to his brothers.

Hyuga sat in his jail cell, knowing that this was all a consequence of his own actions. As angry as he was, a small part of him knew that he did the right thing. Junie had no business being used as Kuryu or his brothers' pawn in a game she didn't willingly choose to play.

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Bonus

This is after Road to High&Low but before High&Low the Movie

Junie madę her way through Daruma Ikka territory. There was a festival happening, a usual in this part of Chikuni City. She came upon the Daruma house, knocking on the wood of the front door. After a few moments, the door opened, Junie being met by Shu Kato. He was confused seeing Junie at the door. "Uhhh what are you doing here kid?"

"I wanted to talk to Hyuga."

"Why?"

"Why do I have to explain myself to you?"

"Oh I don't know. Maybe because we just got done with a brawl against Sannoh like 2 days ago so it's weird that a Sannoh kid would show up in this part of town afterwards."

"Who's at the door?" said someone from behind Shu Kato, Junie had a guess it was one of the Daruma babies because it didn't sound like Hyuga.

"Cobra's sister. She wants to talk to Hyuga," shouted Shu Kato over his shoulder.

"I'll go tell him!" said the Daruma baby.

Shu Kato looked back at Junie, "What do you want to talk to him about?"

"Personal stuff?"

"Personal stuff?"

"Yeah. It happened before you guys met anyways."

Before Shu Kato could respond to Junie, the Daruma baby was back. "Hyuga says to send her back." The two moved out of the way, letting Junie into the Daruma house. Junie followed as the Daruma baby led the way to Hyuga. He opened the door, closing it after Junie stepped in.

Hyuga, in all his maniacal glory sat on his bamboo mat. Candles lit up the room, smoke from incense and whatever Hyuga was smoking filled the room. A sense of attempted comfort and an unsettling eeriness filling the space. "You can sit down," said Hyuga as he motioned to the mat that sat directly in front of him. June sat down on the mat, criss crossing her legs and studying Hyuga.

"What do you want to talk about Junie. I know you didn't come all the way to Daruma to stare at me," he slurred as he looked at her.

"I haven't seen you since the day you took me out to get lunch all that time ago."

"No one has seen much of me since that day. I did go to jail after that remember?"

"I know. I just can't help feeling like that was partially my fault," Junie said quietly as she looked down at her hands that were in her lap.

"I made the decisions that landed me there kid. You had nothing to do with that, don't give yourself too much credit," he said in a joking manner. He waited for her to respond, but she didn't, so he continued. "I'm being serious Junie. I made the decisions that landed me in jail, not you."

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why didn't you just come for me if you really wanted to fight against Cobra?"

"Because I still stand by my statement from all those years ago. You're a child. You aren't apart of whatever fight I have against Sannoh and Mugen. I don't put innocents in harms way, especially children."

"And I still think you're a very noble man for that mindset like I did then."

Although Junie wasn't allowed to participate in the fights of S.W.O.R.D, she had a tendency to meddle with everything and everyone anyways. When her brothers were busy and she had no one to bother, she snuck out and entered the other S.W.O.R.D districts.

The first time Junie ended up in Rascals territory Rocky was STRESSED because wtf was a kid (the girl was 12) doing in a place popular for night-life?!

Junie was small so Rocky threw her over his shoulder and took her back to club heaven, locking her in his office. Koo was stuck babysitting Junie while Rocky took care of some work before he came back. Koo's head was getting ready to explode because 12 year old Junie asked so many questions.

"Why call yourselves White Rascals? Why wear white if you're gonna fight other people? Doesn't blood get on the clothes? Is your cleaning fee expensive? How did you join? How do you fight? I like your outfit. Are you guys gonna drive me home?"

Thank god Rocky came back to his office so Koo could leave. He thought she was cute, but his head hurt because Junie spoke at the speed of light.

Rocky sat down on the other side of the couch in his office, putting space in between himself and the kid as to not scare her. "Kid. What are you doing in an area full of clubs? Don't you have a bed-time? Are you even from here?"

"Nope. Not from around here. Definitely snuck out because I was bored."

"Where is home?"

"Sannoh."

"Sannoh?!"

"Yeahhhh."

"What's your name again?"

"Junie. My brothers call me Baby because I'm the baby of the family."

"How old are you?"

"12."

"And you're by yourself?! Where are your parents?"

"This is sounding awfully a lot like an interrogation. Are you making sure I don't have a family before you sell me on the black market?"

"No kid. I protect women, I don't harm them. People aren't allowed to do that in my district."

"Oh. Sounds nice. The rest of the world should do what you're doing."

"Thanks kid. Where are your parents?"

"Never met my dad, don't know who he is. My mom is never around either. It's just my brothers."

"Who are your brothers? You got a lot of them?"

"Only one of them is my brother, you know him. Everyone else are my honorary brothers."

"I know him?"

"Mm-hmm. Hino Junpei. Cobra."

Rocky was even more stressed now. Of all kids to stumble into their turf it had to be another S.W.O.R.D leader's sister. "Where are they?"

"Out fighting. I didn't want to bother Naomi either so I went for a walk but clearly, I walked a little too far cause here I am!" said Junie with little jazz hands.

"You got a phone?"

"Yeah. Here," Junie pulled out the old phone she was given to keep in contact with everyone. Before Rocky could say anything more the phone lit up with a call from Cobra. "Ohhh I'm screwed. Hello?"

"HINO JUNIE! WHERE ARE YOU?!"

Junie looked up at Rocky and then back at her phone. "Um... At Club Heaven in White Rascal district?"

"WHAT?!"

"Yo Cobra. Come get your kid and don't let her walk around by herself at night." Junie heard Cobra let out a big ass sigh before hanging up.

"Well... that went well. What's it like running a club?"

Rocky was happy to answer all of Junie's questions. He led her outside so that Sannoh wouldn't come into the club and cause a ruckus. Rocky thought Junie looked cute with his big white coat wrapped around her. The poor girl being much shorter than Rocky is, was struggling to hold the coat in her arms while talking to him, trying not to let the bottom touch the ground.

Cobra, Yamato, and Naomi arrived to take Junie home. Naomi hopped off the back of Yamato's bike, definitely not happy. "HINO JUNIE! I SWEAR I'M GONNA DIE EARLY BECAUSE OF YOU AND YOUR BROTHER! Why didn't you just come to Itokan?!"

"The diner was packed and I didn't want to bother you, so I went on a walk.... and then walked too far..."

Naomi put a hand on her head, calming herself down. "Next time just come to Itokan okay? Don't scare us like that."

"Yeah Baby! You had all of Sannoh running around looking for you!" said Yamato.

Junie looked at Cobra who was just staring at everyone. "You're mad at me... aren't you?"

"Not mad Baby. Just stressed. You scared us you know?" One thing about Cobra is that he never raised his voice unless needed, so hearing him say these words in such a calm voice always felt worse. Junie would've preferred if he would just yell at her so that it didn't sound like he was disappointed.

"I'll remember to tell someone next time I go on a walk."

"Thank you for watching her Rocky. Let's go home Baby."

Junie returned the coat to Rocky. "Thanks for the coat and hanging out with me Rocky!" He smiled at her (which left the other 3 young adults completely bamboozled because Rocky doesn't just smile genuinely at people).

"If you ever need somewhere to go when you're bored, you're welcome at Club Heaven Junie."

"I'll remember that! Bye!"

After that, Junie would occasionally turn up at club Heaven to bother Rocky and White Rascals. Rocky enjoyed having the little girl around even if he didn't say it. Having her around felt nice, like he got a second chance at protecting his sister. (cries)

At first the others had no idea why a random ass Sannoh kid was always found sitting in Rocky's office but they grew to like her company. Junie became the honorary little White Rascal.

Guess who loves Junie the most? Kizzy.

Kizzy thought Junie was cute and even bought her a white leather jacket to match with White Rascals. She would always replace the ones Junie grew out of as time went on also. Junie and Kizzy's first actual time meeting was what made her like Junie a lot.

It was about a month after Junie's first initial stop at Club Heaven. Junie was back from school for the weekend so she decided it was a good night to go bother Rocky because she hadn't been there in a while and Sannoh were gone for a fight again.

Junie remembered to text the Sannoh group-chat (that was made after her first time going on a walk because now Junie was obligated to tell them where she was going) to tell them she was running off to Club Heaven for a while. Junie ignored the chat after that when a few of the Sannoh members told her to just stay still at Itokan lol.

Junie showed up right before Club Heaven was opening for the night. "Hiiiii," she exclaimed as she walked into the building. Koo was the first to see Junie come in. Rocky had told him to just take the girl to his office if she ever showed up again so that's what he did.

So, Junie was locked in Rocky's office again. Koo accompanied her, and just like the first time, Junie talked his ears off. Koo thought Junie's sense of humor was actually great once she stopped asking questions and just held a conversation with him. As much as he thought this was fun, he had to go check on something happening downstairs so he pulled Kizzy into the room and told her to sit with Junie until Rocky got back.

Kizzy just sat on the couch and watched Junie as she drew on a notepad that was on Rocky's desk. Kizzy wasn't sure if she should talk to Junie so the two just kind of just sat in awkward silence. Junie continued to draw, and when she looked up to stretch her neck, saw Kizzy fixing her lip gloss.

"That's a really pretty shade of lip gloss. It matches your skin tone," Junie said to Kizzy and then went back to drawing.

This caught Kizzy off-guard. Kizzy wasn't exactly fem-presenting so when she would pull out makeup, people looked at her and judged her, but Junie didn't do that.

"Awww. Thank you, why are you at Club Heaven kid?" Kizzy took this opportunity to strike up a conversation with Junie, she seemed like a nice kid after all.

"Last time I was here Rocky said I could come back here whenever I wanted because I would always be welcomed at Club Heaven. It's been a month since then and my brothers weren't home so I thought I would come bother Rocky but he's not here today."

"Ohhh. You're Junie, the little girl from Sannoh right?"

"Yes si- wait! How do I address you?" Kizzy laughed, thankful that Juunie had the thought to ask. Kizzy thought that whoever was raising Junie was definitely doing good.

"Ma'am. I'm a woman."

"Ohhh. Are you like Naomi where you just patch up the guys or do you fight with them?"

"Both."

"Woooow that's cool."

Junie continued asking questions and Kizzy was happy to answer. It eventually lead to Junie asking Kizzy to tell her more about herself. Kizzy talked about how Rocky found her and Kaito, how she found out she identified as a woman, how her and Kaito went to the US to get married, etc.

Junie was so understanding and accepting of Kizzy that she decided from this day onwards Junie was her adoptive child😂🤍

Kizzy and Kaito were basically Junie's parents away from home and Rocky was her bougie, rich uncle. Whenever Junie popped in to see them at the club they always made time for her.

Even when she got older and had to go farther away for school, they kept in contact via text and were always excited to see Junie when she came back from school to visit.

If anyone touches Junie or harms her White Rascals will definitely be after their asses.

Junie's first run in with Oya was chaotic to say the least.

Junie's performing arts academy gave students a few days off as a reward for hard work. Some students took this time to go on vacation, and some took the time to stay at school and to continue practicing their craft. Junie however took the day to go back home. She hadn't been home in about three weeks at this point, preparing for a big performance so she was excited to be home.

Junie went out to run an errand for Naomi while she took care of Itokan, only to run into Oya while they were looking for Chiharu.

Junie had met Chiharu the night before when she arrived home, he was nice, so she couldn't understand why anyone was after him. This prompted Junie to think that the Oya high guys were kind of weird.

Junie was carrying the groceries Naomi needed when the Oya High hoard of students came storming into Sannoh looking for Chiharu. They stopped in the middle of the road, debating on which way to go to get to Yamato's shop. In turn, they were also blocking Junie's way to get back to Itokan.

She really needed to run this errand so that she could catch up with everyone then run to White Rascals territory, so it was not helping that these dudes were blocking her way.

"Hey! Can you guys like move out of the way, please?! At least stand to the side if you have to think about where you're going!"

"HUH?! STAY OUT OF OUR WAY KID!" (Seki)

"YOU ARE LITERALLY STANDING IN MY WAY BRO! MOVE! I GOT SOMEWHERE TO BE!"

Seki moved closer to intimidate her but Murayama stopped him, coming forward instead to look at her. Around this time Junie reached maybe around his chest so he bent down to her eye-level to talk to you.

"Hey kid, do you know where we can find Yamato?" (Murayama)

"Why are you looking for Yamato?"

"We need to.... talk." (Murayama)

"Head to his car repair shop."

"DO YOU THINK WE WOULD BE TALKING TO YOU IF WE KNEW WHERE IT WAS?" (Furuya)

"It's not my fault you guys stumbled onto Sannoh territory without knowing your directions."

"WHY YOU-" (Furuya)

"OI! Let the kid talk. Go ahead kid, which way do we go?" (Murayama)

"Walk straight down, turn to the left, go straight again, turn right and you'll see it. Who are you guys anyway? You guys aren't from around here."

"Murayama. Leader of Oya High. Nice to meet you, kid."

"Junie. Have fun dealing with Yamato."

"You know him?"

"Well yeah, he's friends with my older brother Cobra so he's basically my older brother. Bye! I gotta go." Junie calmly walked past the hoard of stunned Oya students like she didn't just tell them she's Sannoh's little sister. Junie continued walking in the direction of Itokan until she heard Murayama shout for her again.

"HEY KID! KID WAIT! YOU'RE RELATED TO COBRA?!"

"YEP! HAVE FUN DEALING WITH SANNOH!" she shouted back as she kept walking towards Itokan.

Junie dropped off Naomi's stuff and told her about making a quick trip to Club Heaven and that se would be back before dinner, to which Naomi said okay.

Junie ran off to see Kizzy and Kaito who made her try a new cake they added to the menu. Junie also remembered to bother Rocky and Koo. Koo drove Junie back to Sannoh and dropped her off at the entrance of Sannoh, needing to head back to tend to something going on at the club.

As Junie walked back to Itokan since Naomi said she would make Junie dinner while she was home. Before making it to Itokan, Junie ran into Murayama who was still lurking around Sannoh.

"Hey kid!"

"Hi? What are you still doing in Sannoh?"

"Tell me where Chiharu is."

"Yeahhhh no."

"No?!"

"No. It's getting late you should probably go back to Oya. I have to go home."

"Tell me where Chiharu is."

"Nooooo."

"Whyyyyyy?"

"Cobra and Yamato and Dan and Tettsu and Ken and Hikaru and Naomi said I'm not allowed to get involved with Sannoh business. That's between Sannoh and Oya. You figure it out."

Murayama moved to grab Junie's arm and her reflexes kicked in so she ended up putting him in a headlock.

"WHAT THE HELL YOU'RE STRONG FOR A KID! LET GO!" he shouted at her.

"You gonna leave me alone?"

"Okay, okay. I'll leave you alone."

Junie laughed and let go of him. He was stretching out his neck and then looked back at her.

"You know what? I think kids are annoying, but you're cool. See you around kid."

"Bye Murayama!"

"Murayama - san."

"Huh?"

"Murayama - san. I'm older than you."

"You act like we're the same age though."

"HEY!"

"Go home bro it's late."

Junie walked away afterwards leaving Murayama a little baffled but he let out a small laugh at what she had said and started walking back to Oya.

He thought she was funny, not being scared of him or the other Oya guys; and how nonchalant she was. Murayama also respected your loyalty for not giving up Chiharu.

Afterwards he just casually popped in to check on her because he saw her like a little sister. As time passed by, Murayama just grew to be protective over Junie as well.

Junie popped into Oya whenever she felt like visiting him to check up on him. The other Oya guys knew not to mess with Junie when she came around or Murayama would kill them, then Cobra would kill them, and then Murayama again.

Murayama ranted to Junie about his problems as well. How he didn't know what he wanted to do in life, how he wasn't sure who he was without the title of Oya High's leader, etc.

Junie's first encounter with Rude Boys was..... very random to say the least. (This happens during the show/RTH&L right after Yamato, Dan, and Tettsu find Chiharu working at the Red Rum factory and shut it down.)

Junie was on the way back to the gas station from Dan's store. She went to buy some snacks and a cupcake for Cobra because she was gonna stay with him at the gas station tonight. She walked past an alley while walking back home but saw movement from behind a large dumpster.

Being a curious cat, Junie walked into the alley way (not safe don't do this kids) to see what or who was there. Junie found two little girls and a boy all around the same age maybe 5 or 6 years old huddled together. Her sudden appearance had scared them, causing them to huddle closer together and farther into the corner.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to scare you guys. What are you guys doing here?"

"We need to go home." (Boy)

"But we don't know where home is." (Girl 1)

"You don't know where you live?"

"No, no. We know where we live, but we don't know how to get home." (Girl 1)

"Where do you live?"

"Nameless City." (Boy)

"Nameless City?! Then why are you all the way in Sannoh?!"

"We need to go home. Can you help us?" (Boy)

"I, well, I think so? Do you want to come with me to drop off some stuff and then I can have someone help take you home?"

The one girl who hadn't spoken the whole time grabbed onto the other two kids and shook her head. She signed something to the other two with her hands and they looked back at Junie.

"Our sister says she doesn't know if she can trust the other people." (Boy)

"The other people would be my older brothers. They have motorcycles so they can drive you guys back to Nameless City."

They looked at their sister who again shook her head and signed to them.

"She says that she doesn't trust the adults, but you seem nice. Can you help us?" (Girl 1)

Junie thought about it for a few seconds. Does she know her way to Nameless City? Not exactly.... but she knew the general direction. She could get them there... right?

"Please? We need to go home." (Girl 1)

Cobra is gonna kill me. Then Yamato and Naomi and Dan and Tettsu and Chiharu... oh well.

"Here's what I'll do. I'm gonna go home and drop off some stuff for my older brother, make sure my directions are correct, and then I'll come back and take you guys home okay?"

The second girl signed to Junie. Junie looked at the other two kids for help.

"She says you have to promise not to tell any of the adults and promise to come back."

Junie crouched down and smiled at the three, "I promise I'll come back. It might take me a little long but I will come back."

With that, she quickly ran back to the gas station and dropped off the snacks and cupcake for Cobra.

"Baby! Where are you going? I thought you were hanging out with me for the rest of the day?"

"I just remembered I have to ask Naomi for something real quick and I'll be right back!" she shouted to him as she ran off towards Itokan. Outside of Itokan, DTC were sitting on their bikes. It looked like the trio were getting ready to go somewhere. Junie ran up to them, stopping them.

"Chiharu! I have a question."

"Oh. Are you finally gonna admit that I am older and wiser than you and you do absolutely need my help with stuff like how you ask Cobra and Yamato?"

"Absolutely not. You act like we're the same age bro. Anyways, how far is Nameless City from here? Walking wise and motorcycle wise."

"Why are you asking how far Nameless City is?" (Dan)

"Because I want to know how far you idiots went the other day to get there. Yamato texted me to tell me what happened but didn't tell me all the details."

"Oh. Well, Dan and I didn't ride our motorcycles in case we would get spotted by Rude Boys. Nameless City shares a border with Sannoh, it's to our left. We walked through Sannoh, and once you get to the border, just walk straight following the dirt road path and you eventually make it to Nameless City. That thing is huge you won't miss it." (Tettsu)

"Ohhh. Did you guys like go through the structures or anything to stay hidden?"

"Yeah we were tucking and rolling as if we were the Rude Boys." (Dan)

"What about you Chiharu?"

"I didn't have a motorcycle at the time, but I did the same walk through Sannoh. But I had to hide and enter Nameless City from the far side to get into the Red Rum factory. It usually took me around a 30-45 minute walk depending on how much I had to hide from Rude Boys that day getting to the factory."

"Oh.... you three are always doing something dumb.... sounds about right."

"HEY!" all three of them shouted.

"I'M JUST SAYING! Still love you guys though," she said as she made a heart with her hands. "Thanks for telling me the details. Where are you guys off to?"

"Just a quick night drive to patrol the area and relieve stress from everything going on. Noboru joining Iemura is really stressing everyone out."

"I bet. Well, see you guys later! I have to talk to Naomi."

"Bye Baby!" they all shouted as they drove away.

Junie walked into Itokan to find Naomi. She was tending to a few customers when she heard the bell above the door ring, turning to see who came in.

"Hi Baby."

"Hi Naomi!"

"What do you need love?"

"Do you by any chance have extra ingredients for onigiri? I'm hanging out with Cobra tonight at the gas station since it's Friday and figured we might need extra snacks. AKA I need more snacks."

"Of course, in the back where they always are."

"Also, Naomi?"

"Yes?"

"The other day I dropped off some stuff here because you said you were throwing your old clothes out and asked if I had anything to throw out also, did you take those to the donation yet?"

"Not yet, I'm going tomorrow morning before I open up the diner. Why?"

"I realized I accidentally threw a sweater I still want in the pile and was just looking for it."

"Yeah the clothes are in my car you can open the trunk and grab what you need."

"Okay thank you!"

Junie felt bad for lying to everyone today, but she needed to take those kids home. They can be mad at her later, none of them give her harsh punishments anyways.

Baby went to the back, washing her hands and started making onigiri. She ended up making 12 of them and separately wrapping each one. She put 6 in a bag, taking it with her and leaving the other 6 on a plate tucked into the corner with the other onigiri making materials and a note that read "I know you're gonna be mad at me once you find out but I made these for you guys :)"

"Naomi! I'm headed out the back!"

"Okay Baby! See you tomorrow!" she shouted back.

Junie went out to the trunk and grabbed 3 of the sweaters she was going to throw out from Naomi's trunk and went back to the alleyway.

About 3 hours had passed since she met the three kids. It was now 5 o'clock, the sun was beginning to set. Junie walked into the alleyway, looking for the kids and find them still in the same position she had found them earlier.

"Kids? I'm back."

"We thought you wouldn't come back." (Boy)

"I wouldn't break my promise like that," she said as she sat down next to them, hidden from the view if anyone walked past. "Here, I made you guys these in case you were hungry. You guys have been sitting here for a while I assume."

"We've been sitting here since last night when we jumped out of the van." (Girl 1)

"Why were you guys put in a van?" she asked as she handed them each an onigiri.

"There are bad people who always come into Nameless City. They kidnap the kids and the girls there. Our brothers usually stop them, but sometimes if they are successful we never see them again." (Girl 1)

"Oh, I'm sorry that happens. Will you guys tell me your names?"

The three of them looked at each other and then back at Junie. The second girl signed and the boy told her what she was saying. "Our sister says you've been really nice but we can't tell you. Our older brothers tell us not to tell anyone for safety reasons."

"That makes sense. My older brother doesn't like it when I tell strangers stuff also. I'll be quiet now so you guys can finish eating and then I'll take you guys home. Here is a second one if you guys want to eat it," Junie said, handing them each a second onigiri.

"We get two?" (Girl 1)

"Of course. I would've made more for all of your brothers and sisters but I didn't want it to take all night and you guys think I didn't come back. If we see each other again I promise to make you guys more."

"Okay!" they said.

The kids finished eating and got up. Junie handed them each a sweater. "Here, put these on. The walk might be a little long and it will get cold."

"Oh no, we can't take those. They'll get dirty." (Girl 1)

"Yeah, we don't want to give it back to you dirty." (Boy)

"You see the fun thing about this is that I'm giving them to you, like a present, so you get to keep them."

"You'll really do that?" (girl 1)

"Yes, you guys can keep them. A small gift from me to you guys." The three kids gave her a tight hug, grateful that she was helping them. "Okay, let's walk this way. Let's make it a game. We have to stay close together, stay quiet, and stay hidden so I can get you guys home. Okay?"

They all nodded as they held hands and followed her. Junie was walking towards the entrance of Sannoh on the left side, having to duck and hide a few times to hide from the shop owners who were closing up and residents who were out and about before retiring to their homes; scared they would contact Cobra if they saw her lurking around late at night by herself. Eventually, the group reached the border between Nameless City and Sannoh, where the paved road became dirt. Junie turned to look at the kids, "This is the end of Sannoh and start of Nameless City. Do you see how the dirt road is different from the pavement?" The kids nodded. "Remember that the bad people will always drive this way towards Sannoh to go back to their house. So if you ever find yourself stuck in a van again, when you feel the road change from dirt to pavement, try to get out and you will be in Sannoh. Then you can walk this way, and when you see this dirt road, you keep walking straight and you'll reach Nameless City. Okay?" The kids nodded at her.

"Will you be leaving us here?" (Boy)

"No. I'll walk with you home so that you guys aren't alone in the dark. Let's keep going." They all continued to walk on the dirt road.

"Our sister asked what about you? Won't you be alone in the dark when you come back?" (Girl 1)

"Yes but I have a light I can use when I walk back. I know my way home. I want to make sure you guys arrive home safely before I go back."

"Oh thank you. People usually aren't very nice to people from Nameless City. Thank you for helping us." (Girl 1)

"You're welcome. Thank you for trusting me to get you home."

The four kids continued to walk as the sun was almost completely gone. Junie saw Nameless City come into sight. Just as she was about to turn and ask the kids if they knew where to go from here, she heard a sound; like clothes brushing against each other above her head. Junie heard that same sound around them.

Well shit, Rude Boys found us faster than I expected. This is the part where I'm gonna have to plead my case about them letting me live and leave in peace.

The Rude Boys landed around them, circling around Junie and the kids.

"Who are you? And what are you doing here?" (Smoky)

"Smoky!" The kids shouted and ran up to him, giving him a hug.

"Are you guys alright?" (Smoky)

"Where were you guys? How did you escape?!" (Takeshi)

"We jumped out of the car when they stopped and started running. We hid behind a big dumpster for the night to sleep yesterday." (Boy)

"She found us today. She helped us come home." (Girl 1)

The Rude Boys members looked away from the kids to look at Junie, studying her. "P, take the kids back, get them to bed."

"Yes sir!"

"Wait!" the little girl ran back to Junie, giving her a hug, then looking up at hey. "My name is Eri. What's yours?"

"My name is Junie. It was nice to meet you today Eri. Remember to tell everyone what I said about the road and how to get back home okay? If you ever find yourself at Sannoh again, know that you have a friend there."

"I will. Thank you," she said as she let go of Junie to follow P.

"What the hell is someone from Sannoh doing here?" (Yu)

"Back to fight us?" (Takeshi)

"Okay woaaaahhhh hold up! Pump your breaks! I am quite literally risking my life to bring your kids back and you're accusing me of coming here to fight you guys? Do I look dumb to you? Why would I come alone?"

"Yamato came alone. Dan and Tettsu as well." (Takeshi)

"Okay, well yeah, because they're dumb that's why. I just came to return your kids. Now I'm gonna leave because I don't want any trouble with you guys."

"Junie? I've heard that name somewhere before. Who are you?" (Smoky)

"Hino Junie. My older brother is Cobra. Now I'm gonna leave, bye."

"You're not going anywhere!" Shouted Yu as he and a few other Rude Boys charged at her.

"ARE YOU FUCKIN KIDDING ME?!" she shouted as she dodged the members. Junie fought defense, not wanting to actually swing or hurt anybody because an actual fight meant that she would be in more trouble and could potentially cause a turf war when she didn't mean to. Junie continued holding them off but eventually lost energy going against 4 other people by herself. Takeshi knocked Junie off her feet and Yu threw her over his shoulder.

"HEY! LET ME GO! PUT ME DOWN! AAAAHHHH!"

"You're so loud can you shut up?" (Yu)

"PUT ME DOWN!"

Rude Boys carried Junie deeper into Nameless City as she continued hitting Yu (lightly) on the back and telling him to release her. Everyone eventually came to an area in the center of Nameless City where there were fires to keep the residents warm. Many were gone, already asleep but others were still awake and watching the commotion.

"Smoky, where do I put her?" (Yu)

"Just set her down, she can't run anywhere anyways. I know she's smarter than that." (Smoky)

Yu put Junie down, as her feet touched the floor she shoved him away. "You guys are lucky I don't feel like starting a turf war with all of you. I'm being serious! I need to go home."

"Who are you? Why are you here?" (Smoky)

"I already answered these questions! My name is Hino Junie. My older brother is Cobra. I found some of your kids hiding in Sannoh and am risking my life bringing them all the way back here. I need to get home, kindly tell your members to scoot out of my way and I'll leave."

"Why did Sannoh send you?" (Smoky)

"Smoky. I get it, you found five of my older brothers in your territory without permission and a drug farm being run out of one of your buildings without your knowledge, but I had nothing to do with that. I was at school outside of SWORD. Cobra doesn't let me get involved in Sannoh business anyways so I don't know why you think I was sent here. I was seriously just bringing the kids home, they can't hide in a Sannoh alley for the rest of their lives."

"You didn't fight us, why? If you're Cobra's sister you're just as strong as he is I'm sure." (Smoky)

"There is so much happening outside that could harm all of S.W.O.R.D, I don't need to add a turf war to it. Sannoh doesn't need that right now. My brother doesn't need that right now."

"What do you know about what's happening outside?" (Takeshi)

"That Iemura and Kuryu plan on making S.W.O.R.D crumble to take over so fighting amongst ourselves is something stupid to be doing right now."

Smoky walked closer to Junie, bending down so he was eye-level with her. "You don't look much older than some of the kids here. You're well spoken for a kid."

"Sometimes I don't have any other choice than to be well spoken." Before either of them could continue Junie's phone began ringing. She pulled it out of her pocket, Cobra's name with a picture they took together on her screen.

This is the part where I hope the ground opens up and swallows me whole.

"Shit he's gonna kill me," Junie whispered to herself as she picked it up and put it on speaker. "Hello?"

"HINO JUNIE! I SWEAR TO GOD I'M GONNA GROUND YOU FOR THE REST OF YOUR DAMN LIFE! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!" (Cobra)

"Um... I may or may not be held hostage by Rude Boys in Nameless City?"

"HEY!" shouted P as he regrouped with the Rude Boys members.

"CAN Y'ALL TAKE A JOKE?! GOOD LORD WHY ARE ALL OF YOU SO DAMN UPTIGHT?!" she shouted back at him. "I'm in Nameless City Cobra."

"WHAT?!" Yamato shouted from behind Cobra.

"FOR WHAT?! HINO JUNIE WHY DO YOU KEEP RUNNING OFF TO DIFFERENT TERRITORIES?!" shouted Naomi right after him.

"I-"

"DON'T TELL ME YOU WERE BORED AND WENT FOR A WALK MISSY!" (Naomi)

"Okay, funny story. While I went out for snacks to buy a cupcake for Cobra and a cheesecake for myself right? Then I found three kids who are from Nameless City hiding behind a dumpster in the alleyway by the store. They asked if I could help them get home but I had to promise not to tell any of the adults because they don't trust the adults. So I dropped off the cupcake and snacks with Cobra-"

"AND LIED TO HIM AND ME?!" (Naomi)

"Technically I lied to Cobra, then Chiharu, Tettsu, and Dan, and then you..."

"YOU THINK THAT HELPS YOUR CASE?!" (Naomi)

"No.... BUT AT LEAST I'M TELLING YOU THE TRUTH! So I left the cupcake and snacks with Cobra, lied to him about coming to talk to you, ran into Dan, Tettsu, and Chiharu, lied to them and got them to tell me the directions to Nameless City, then lied to them again and came inside to talk to you. Then I went to the back, made onigiri for the kids and made you guys some also so that you wouldn't be as mad at me, and then grabbed three of my sweaters from your trunk and lied to you again saying I was going home but I went back to the alleyway to pick up the kids and bring them to Nameless City. We arrived, the kids went home, but then Rude Boys wouldn't let me leave because they thought I was sent here to fight with them, thank you so much Yamato, Dan, Tettsu, Chiharu, and fuckin Noboru for making Rude Boys not trust anyone. Then, I got manhandled and brought to the center of Nameless City and now here we are with me on the phone with you guys. Please don't be mad at me. I'll even report my misbehavior to Rocky, Kizzy and Kaito so they don't buy me anything or allow me to eat cheesecake."

The phone was silent for a few seconds before anyone talked again.

"Baby. Where are you right now?" (Cobra)

"I told you, being held hostage by Rude Boys at the center of Nameless City."

"WE'RE NOT HOLDING YOU HOSTAGE!" (Yu)

"YOU LITERALLY ARE!"

"BABY!" (Cobra)

"WHAT?!"

"Stay there, don't move, we're coming. Is your phone on speaker?" (Cobra)

"Yes."

"Smoky if something bad happens to my sister I will rain hell on you guys," said Cobra before he hung up.

"Well... that went well. Dan, Tettsu, and Chiharu said it takes about 30 minutes on foot so it should take less on bikes. Can I go back to the edge of Nameless City so my brothers can pick me up?"

The Rude Boys members just stared at Junie because what the hell did they just witness? Smoky dismissed the others but kept P and Takeshi with him because he believed she wouldn't be much work considering she wanted to go home and wasn't trying to actively harm anyone.

The three walked behind Junie as they all walked back out to the edge of Nameless City.

"You're so weird." (Takeshi)

"Excuse me? I should be judging you guys, not the other way around."

"You're not scared of us." (Takeshi)

"Why would I be scared of you guys?"

"Because we're mysterious and have cool fighting skills." (P)

"You guys are literally just the same as Sannoh so if I'm not scared of them, I'm definitely not scared of you guys."

"That's insulting." (P)

"That I'm not scared of you?"

"That you didn't acknowledge our cool fighting skills and said we're the same as Sannoh," said P with a sad pout.

Junie turned around and started walking backwards as she talked to him. "I'm not saying it in a bad way. I acknowledge the cool fighting skills, I'm sorry. You guys do have cool techniques I know that the other S.W.O.R.D gangs don't fight that way. And I'm saying you guys are like Sannoh because you're just trying to protect your own, I respect that. It's what my brothers are always doing even if it gets them roped into trouble. I'm really sorry my brothers barged in like that, they have a tendency to make rash, in-the-moment decisions before thinking about it. And I'm sorry for barging in like I did, I would've had the Sannoh members just bring the kids back on their bikes so it would be faster but the kids were extra persistent on me not telling anyone else they were there."

"Thank you for doing that." (Takeshi)

"Yay. You acknowledged that we're cool."(P)

"Dude seriously?"(Takeshi)

"You guys even act like certain Sannoh members it's so funny. I think you guys are really cool. And you guys are very welcome, glad I could help."

"Will you always bring the kids back if you find them?" (Takeshi)

"If I'm there I definitely will but I'm not always in Sannoh. I'm usually in a neighboring city for school, but I'll force the Sannoh members to keep an eye out for any sketchy vans carrying Nameless City residents while I'm gone."

Smoky had been silently observing Junie and his brothers up until now. "You would do that?" (Smoky)

"Of course. Why wouldn't I?"

"Most people don't care much about Nameless City residents and what happens to us." (Smoky)

"Cobra taught me better than to ignore people in need."

"Cobra did?" (Smoky)

"Yeah, it's been just us, Yamato, and Naomi for as long as I could remember. They raised me, not my parents."

"Sounds like all of us." (P)

"You said five brothers earlier, we only saw four Sannoh members the other day." (Smoky)

"One of my brothers... isn't hanging out with the right people at the moment."

"Iemura?" (Smoky)

"Yeah.... Sannoh is still trying to take care of it. I guess some people just lose their way sometimes."

"I can understand that." (Smoky)

"Hopefully we get him back on track."

The four made it to the edge of Nameless City, waiting for the Sannoh members to arrive.

"Why is your brother working with Iemura?" (P)

"I guess he wants a better life than the one he had, I don't really know."

"We had someone like that." (Takeshi)

"You did?"

"Yeah. Our brother left to work for Iemura also. We couldn't get him back... I guess you could say he lost his way and we couldn't get him back on track." (Smoky)

Before Junie could answer, the sound of multiple motorcycles filled the air. Cobra, Yamato, DTC, and Naomi were here to pick her up.

"HINO JUNIE! I GOT A FEW WRODS FOR YOU YOUNG LADY!" shouted Naomi.

"Oh I am so dead," she whispered to the 3 Rude Boys.

"HOW. DARE. YOU. LIE. TO. ME?!" (Naomi)

"Well-"

"AND COBRA?!" (Naomi)

"But Naomi-"

"AND DAN, AND TETTSU, AND CHIHARU?!" (Naomi)

"Okay but like-"

"Naomi! Let the girl explain herself first." (Yamato)

"YOU'RE ON HER SIDE?!" (Naomi)

"NO! I'M JUST SAYING LET HER EXPLAIN HERSELF! She's trying to talk to you." (Yamato)

"Start talking Junie." (Naomi)

"I didn't mean to lie... but the kids said they didn't trust the adults! So I had to promise not to say anything and then I brought them home."

"What kids?" (Naomi)

"The Nameless City kids! They got kidnapped by Doubt but then they escaped and hid behind the Dan store dumpster so after I bought a cheesecake for myself and a cupcake for Cobra I found them. They didn't want me to tell any adults so I went on a little expedition to bring them food and sweaters and then take them home. I knew you would be mad so I made extra rice balls for you guys once you found out. This is like 100th time saying this at this point! So technically you can get mad at me if you want but I wasn't out being bad or intentionally causing trouble. That should lower my punishment level in my opinion."

Naomi smacked the side of Junie's head. "You're in trouble and you're still cracking jokes."

"I'm just trying to lower the tension!"

"WHAT ABOUT US?!" DTC all shouted together.

"What about you guys?"

"DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH TROUBLE WE GOT IN WHEN THEY FOUND OUT?!" (Tettsu)

"It's not my fault you guys are daft so I tricked you guys into giving me directions!"

"WHAT?!" (Dan)

"OH YOU DID NOT!" (Tettsu)

"WHO ARE YOU CALLING DAFT?!" (Chiharu)

"OI!" shouted Cobra, the 4 quieting down. Cobra walked past Junie to stand in front of Smoky. "I'm sorry if my sister caused you guys any trouble. Thanks for taking care of her while she was here."

"Don't mention it, she brought our siblings back after all." Smoky looked past Cobra and at Junie. "Like you told Eri, if you're ever in the area, know that you have friends here. Be safe Junie," said Smoky as he and the Rude Boys members retreated back into Nameless City.

Cobra turned around and looked Junie, "Let's go home Baby. We can talk when we get home."

"Okay," she said quietly as she mounted his bike behind him. The Sannoh members drove back to Sannoh. DTC going home, Yamato dropping off Naomi at her home and then heading towards his. Cobra and Junie went to the gas station, continuing their all-nighter plan. The two silently entered the office, sitting in their designated seats.

Junie awkwardly sat there, the silence killing her before she looked over at Cobra and started the conversation. "You have got to stop letting me sit in silence to contemplate what I did wrong before you start talking to me Cobra. I would rather get yelled at than drown in the tension of disappointment in the air."

"At least you know what you did was wrong I guess."

"I'm sorry! I really am. But the kids didn't want me to say anything to anyone."

"I'm not upset at you Junie."

"You're not?"

"I don't really know how to feel about it. I'm glad you took initiative to help those kids out, I really am, but the running off needs to stop kid. You know that it's not safe for you to be doing that so you need to quit running off to different territories like that. I'm trying to keep you safe and out of SWORD business, so you need to quit running into it head first."

"Okay... can I use one of your ice packs?"

"For what?"

"I may or may not have fought a little with the Rude Boys and feel a few bruises forming?"

"YOU WHAT?!"

"I fought defense I swear! They were surrounding me and not letting me leave! And then one boy charged at me and then it just kinda happened," Junie said with a shrug. "Them bitches be strong though. I held my ground for a while but then got tired out because I was fighting four of them. Then one of them threw me over his shoulder and he carried me away before you called."

Cora just looked at her, closed his eyes, looked away, and let out the biggest sigh known to man. "I'm not even gonna say anything. Eat your cheesecake and don't run off anymore," he said as he took a bite out of his cupcake.

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Bonus

It's been a few hours since Junie left Cobra to go talk to Naomi. They must've gotten carried away talking, he thought to himself. That tends to happen when they're together, but Cobra got a little sulky because tonight was supposed to be for him and Junie before she had to leave for school again. I'm sure she'll be back in a bit, he thought as he went back to scrolling on his phone. Just then, Naomi and Yamato hurriedly threw open the door to his office.

"WELL DAMN! AT LEAST BE GENTLE WITH MY DOOR! THAT SHIT IS EXPENSIVE TO REPAIR!" shouted Cobra at the other two. They were a bit stunned because his voice volume is never high. (Truth is they startled him so he started shouting.)

Naomi snapped out of it first. "Cobra, where is Junie?!"

"She said she was going to Itokan to talk to you."

"She did. And then she said she was coming back to hang out with you."

"Well, she's not here obviously."

"Okay, so what the hell is this?" asked Naomi as she handed the little sticky note Junie wrote on to Cobra.

"I know you're gonna be mad at me once you find out but I made these for you guys, with a smiley face at the end."

Before Cobra could answer, DTC showed up at the gas station to fill up their bikes' gas tanks. The 3 popped in to say hi to the other trio.

"Hey guys!" (Tettsu)

"Just stopping by to grab some gas for our bikes." (Dan)

"What are you guys doing?" (Chiharu)

"Have you guys seen Junie?" (Naomi)

"Yeah. We saw her earlier." (Tettsu)

"Earlier when?" (Naomi)

"Right before she went into Itokan to talk to you." (Chiharu)

"What did she say to you guys?" (Yamato)

"She asked us what happened when Yamato and us went to Nameless City because you guys wouldn't tell her anything. Why?" (Dan)

"Junie is missing. She was supposed to be with me but then she said she was gonna go to Itokan and now Naomi can't find her either. Did she say anything else to you guys?" (Cobra)

"She asked us how to get to Nameless City then how long it took us to get there. Then she asked Chiharu how long it took him to get to Nameless City... without... a bike..." Tettsu's words started to slow down as he realized what he, Dan, and Chiharu had done.

"You are all gonna be the death of me." (Naomi)

Cobra pulled out his phone to call his sister, having a good idea on where she is now.

The Mighty Warriors pulled up in the Kuryu provided van to Junie’s performing arts academy. “Yo Bernie, this the place?” asked Ice through the back window.

“Yep. Just gotta wait for the girl to come out now.”

“Preferably, can we just take the girl and not have anything pop off around here? There are other kids here,” said Pearl.

“I didn’t take you for someone that cared about kids bro.” (9)

“I don’t, but these kids are a bunch of rich people’s kids and I personally don’t want to get involved with any other people in power. Dealing with Kuryu is enough for me, I don’t know about the rest of you.” (Pearl)

“He’s right. We don’t want to get involved with anyone we don’t need to. Get the Sannoh Girl and we’re out of here.” (Ice)

The group went back to their own things as they waited for Junie.

Class had ended for the day for Junie and her friends. The group of girls were walking out of the building and still talking about the dance routine they had just learned, and the homework they had left to finish.

“Junie are you crashing at one of our dorms tonight or are you going home?”

“I’m gonna-”

“Junie!” Junie turned at the call of her name and looked at the group of people standing by the van they were driving.

“What are the Mighty Warriors doing in front of my school?”

“Cobra sent us to pick you up.” (Bernie)

“Did he now?”

Junie’s friend Kaya grabbed her arm and whispered, “Junie, do you know them?”

Junie turned around to look at her friends and said loudly, “Sorry guys! I guess I can’t crash at the dorms tonight, my brother probably wants me home for something. I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

“Oh, that was easier than I thought,” said Bernie to the other Mighty Warriors.

“A little too easy.” (Sarah)

Junie gave all her friends a hug, as Junie went in to give Kaya a hug she whispered, “Call Cobra and tell him what happened when you’re safe back at your dorm okay?”

“What about you?” Kaya whispered back.

“Don’t worry about me, I’m a big girl, I’ll keep myself safe,” Junie whispered back.

Junie let go and watched the other girls walk away, waving to them. She waited for them to be a safe distance away before descending down the stairs to stand in front of the Mighty Warriors. “Let me make one thing clear. My friends have nothing to do with S.W.O.R.D. business, so whoever you just saw erase them out of your memory right now unless you want me to rain hell on your crew. I can assure you that I don’t need my brother or his gang to cause problems for you.”

“And here I thought that you were going to be easy to deal with.” (Bernie)

“Your braincells must suck ass then, why would anyone in our world be easy to deal with?”

"Girl-" (Bernie)

“We won’t touch your friends, you have my word. We’re criminals but we’re not evil, those girls are kids who aren’t tied to our business, we’ll leave them be.” (Ice)

"Thanks I guess."

“Get in the van kid, you’re gonna be our bargaining chip.” (9)

“One, you're already failing as kidnappers. You're not giving me any good bribes or threats to get into the van. You didn’t even offer to give me candy as a starter. Two, Cobra won’t be worried, he knows you’ll return me because you’re gonna get sick of my shit real quick. Three, whatever money you’re getting from this job of kidnapping me, do everyone a favor and take some of that money and fix those fuck ass braids. And I thought Tettsu’s dreads were ugly… how the fuck did you out-ugly Tettsu?” Junie pulled herself up into the back of the sketchy white van 9 told her to get into and sat down on the floor, taking off her backpack to hold at her front and setting her duffle bag down at her side. She looked out at the Mighty Warriors who all had a look of disbelief on their faces. (Something like this lol😧)

“Well? Are you guys getting in or should I run and you guys chase me?”

Ice and Sarah went to the front of the van to drive while Pearl, 9, and Bernie got in the back with Junie.

"Give me your phone kid." (9)

"No."

"Give me your phone." (9)

"No. Who are you? My dad?"

9 and Junie wrestled for her phone. 9 was able to get it from her and turn off her location tracking before giving it back.

"Now your brother can't track you." (9)

"Obviously. I wasn't born yesterday."

"Don't call or text anyone for help either." (9)

"Puh-lease it's you guys that are gonna need help being stuck with me, not the other way around, the fuck."

"We're literally kidnapping you, that doesn't scare you?" (Pearl)

"Now that I think about it, I guess I can't use the 'who are you my dad?' approach because my real dad doesn't even tell me what to do huh? And no I'm not scared."

"Why?" (Pearl)

"Dude, I got kidnapped by Noboru a few months ago and gangs are running around my home town left and right. This? This is nothing. Usually the other gangs don't touch me though because it's Cobra's rules that I'm off limits but clearly y'all didn't get the memo."

"That's cause we're not other gangs kid, we're Mighty Warriors!" (Bernie)

"You keep telling yourself that you're special. Whatever helps you sleep at night."

"Are you ever nice?" (9)

"BITCH! I am literally sitting in the back of a sketchy white van with some dudes who just kidnapped me from my performing arts academy! WHY THE FUCK WOULD I BE NICE TO YOU GUYS?!"

"She's got a point. How do you know who we are? You knew us right when you saw us back there." (Pearl)

"I run a tight circle with the other S.W.O.R.D gangs, they let me know what's happening and who is new in the area. Anyways.... what are your names? Don't give me stupid code names or fake names, I have a feeling we're gonna be seeing each other a lot from here on out so it would be nice to put names to faces."

"Bernie. I'm the designated Mighty Warriors' DJ."

"Pearl."

"9."

"You said you're at a performing arts academy. What do you study at school?" (Pearl)

"Piano, contemporary dance, and I dabble in ballet because it's a requirement to graduate."

"Sounds boring to me. You should check out Mighty's stuff." (Bernie)

"Does Ice also pay you to be Mighty Warriors' marketing manager? Just because my art is different from yours doesn't make it boring."

"But everything you're doing is so slooow. That's boring." (Bernie)

"And obnoxiously loud beats with strobe lights give me a headache. Your point is?"

"We can agree to disagree. Music is music and art is art right?" (Pearl)

“Yeah.”

“You not scared we gonna kill you or something kid?” (9)

“Why do I get the feeling you’re really itching to get a punch in at me or something braids?”

“BRAIDS?! I LITERALLY TOLD YOU MY NAME AND YOU’RE GONNA CALL ME BRAIDS?!” (9)

"DID I NOT TELL YOU TO TAKE THE MONEY FROM THIS JOB AND FIX YOUR FUCK ASS HAIR EARLIER?!"

“Don’t let 9’s questions bother you,” said Bernie. “He’s a lil softy at heart,” he whispered to you. 9 reached over and smacked Bernie on the arm. “Ow bro what the hell!”

“Don’t tell the kid that shit! I’m supposed to look scary! Be intimidating!” (9)

“If you want my opinion you’re all doing a shit job at being scary. The only remotely intimidating Mighty Warrior member is the lady up front.”

“That’s Sarah.” (Bernie)

“The guy driving is Ice, he’s our leader.” (Pearl)

“Ohhh. She's very intimidating but seems like a cool person actually. And to answer your question, no, I’m not worried you’re gonna kill me. Something tells me you guys don’t do that kinda shit.”

“What if we do?” (9)

“Then I’ll fuckin haunt your asses forever until you all go clinically insane and can’t even think properly to make music. You’ll spend the rest of your life locked up in a 4 by 4 white room whispering to yourself while I creep around your mind and materialize out of thin air. Try me bitch. If you go low I will go lower.”

9 just looked at you, speechless and kinda terrified. Bernie and Pearl both laughed hysterically at the way you responded to 9 on top of his reaction.

“I like this kid!” (Pearl)

“Yo, can we just keep her? She's funny!" (Bernie)

"No, sorry. You're gonna have to return me to my brother eventually."

"Damn. We got you for now though so that's fine." (Bernie)

The van continued on driving as Junie bickered with the 3 Mighty Warriors she was stuck with in the back. As funny as these guys were, she knew that the people they answered to for this job probably weren't as chill as they are, and could only hope that Kaya called her brother and that Sannoh would be on their way to help her soon.

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Kaya quickly made her way back to her dorm. After checking her surroundings to make sure no one followed her or if anyone was hiding nearby, she pulled out her phone and clicked on Cobra's contact.

When Junie first came to the academy, Kaya was the first girl to become friends with her, not minding what Junie's older brother and his friends did for a living. Kaya was interested in how Junie lived her life outside of school, eventually convincing her parents to allow her to go visit Junie in Sannoh. Once she learned the nature of Junie's life outside of the academy, she was given Cobra, Yamato, and Naomi's contact information in case situations like these occurred outside of Sannoh where they couldn't get to her immediately.

The phone rang twice before Cobra picked up the phone.

"Cobra?"

"Hey Kaya, Junie staying with you tonight right?"

"Um, no. She was, but then some people were parked at the front of our school and said that you sent them to pick Junie up. Junie played along and made sure we all safely left the area first before going with them. She told me to call you when I got to my dorm. I asked her what about her and she said she would manage. Cobra I'm so sorry I didn't know what to do and-" Kaya began to cry and panic.

"Hey, hey it's okay. You did good, you did what Junie told you to do. I don't want you getting roped into our business neither does Junie. You did good it's okay."

"Okay..."

"Kaya do you know who was there? What did they look like?"

"Um, there were 5 people. 4 men and 1 woman. They were wearing street clothes. They were, um, standing in front of a white van. They knew Junie because when we got outside they called out to her and were super casual when they said that you told them to pick her up. I, um, I don't think I can remember anything else."

"Okay, that's okay. Thank you-"

"WAIT! Cobra I remember something else!"

"What do you remember Kaya?"

"When they called out to Junie, her back was turned because she was talking to us, but when she turned around she asked what Mighty Warriors were doing here."

Cobra let out a big sigh, screwing his eyes shut in annoyance. "Okay, thank you Kaya. Stay safe okay?"

"Okay... can you bring Junie back safe?"

"Bring her back I can do, I always will, but safe? Safe isn't a common word in our world Kaya."

"I know but... just bring my best friend home please?"

"I will Kaya. Go to sleep."

"Okay."

The line went dead after that. Kaya was worried but knew that Junie was tough, she could hold her own until Cobra came for her. Kaya went to bed trying not to worry too much about her best friend.

Cobra on the other hand was getting ready to blow up all of Chikuni City. It's been a long time thing that Junie is off limits when attacking Sannoh especially because all of S.W.O.R.D protects her, but clearly not everyone honors unspoken rules. Cobra got up from the couch and started to pace Yamato's garage.

"Who was that?" (Yamato)

"That was Kaya." (Cobra)

"Kaya? As in Junie's friend from school?" (Yamato)

"Yeah." (Cobra)

"What did she call for?" asked Naomi as she entered the garage.

Cobra let out an exasperated sigh and looked at the two of them. "Mighty Warriors just took Junie."

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN?!" (Yamato)

"What happened?!" (Naomi)

"Junie already told me this morning she was gonna crash at the dorms, but Kaya says that after class when they left the academy, Mighty Warriors were waiting for Junie outside. She was calm and played along until her friends were safe and out of the area before following them. Now she's with them. I just checked her location and her tracking is turned off." (Cobra)

"Idiots. Always getting a kid involved when she's got nothing to do with them." (Naomi)

"How do we find her now? We need to tell the others." (Yamato)

"We will, I think-" Cobra's phone started to buzz. He lifted the phone to check who was calling and was met with a picture of him and Junie. He hurriedly answered the call and put it on speaker. "JUNIE! ARE YOU OKAY?!"

"WHERE ARE YOU?!" (Yamato)

"JUNIE ARE YOU HURT?!" (Naomi)

"So caring. Junie must be so thankful to have so many people taking care of her."

"Kohaku?! WHERE THE HELL IS MY SISTER?!" (Cobra)

"No need to worry, she's safe, right Junie?" (Kohaku)

"I'm fine guys! Just gonna die because Kohaku and Lee's egos are so fucking inflated that it takes up all the oxygen in the room!"

"HEY!" (Lee)

"COME NEAR ME AND I SWEAR I'LL BEAT YOUR ASS! YOU CAN'T EVEN FIGHT DIP SHIT!"

"You can see her after." (Kohaku)

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN AF-" the phone line went dead. "HELLO?! KOHAKU?! KOHAKU! DAMN IT!" shouted Cobra as he threw his phone onto the couch.

"What does he mean by after?" (Naomi)

"The fight," said Tsukumo as he got off of his bike and walked towards the trio, stopping in front of them in the garage.

"Tsukumo." (Cobra)

"I can't believe this." (Yamato)

"Yo." (Tsukumo)

"Where have you been?" (Cobra)

"What are you doing here?" (Naomi)

"Why didn't you contact us after getting out of the hospital?" (Yamato)

"You guys look rough... Kohaku right?" (Tsukumo)

"What fight are you talking about?" (Cobra)

"Two days from now, Kohaku and 500 members of Mighty and Doubt will come here to crush S.W.O.R.D. Kuryu had Mighty kidnap Junie to use as a bargaining chip against you. All of you. They know that all of S.W.O.R.D loves Junie, and that you'll all show up for not only the fight but for her." (Tsukumo)

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WOOHOO WE ARE AT THE END! Sorry if there are any spelling or grammatical errors, I did read through and edit this multiple times but I'm quite prone to making little mistakes here and there that I don't catch.

Did you enjoy the backstory on how Junie met everyone in S.W.O.R.D? These are all just some small blurbs and context to how Junie met everyone and why she has a certain relationship with certain groups and their members. For example, she's very close to Kizzy and Kaito from White Rascals because they act like her parents and she's close with Murayama like he's another brother to her. Whereas with Rude Boys and Daruma they are more of respectful acquaintances.

I will be writing more about Junie and Murayama's sibling like bond in future stories. This story doesn't make it seem like Hyuga and Junie are close because they definitely aren't like how she's close with Kizzy+Kaito or Murayama, but I plan to have Hyuga be like a mentor in a way to Junie in further stories because I wanted to add some depth to Hyuga's character and not just write him as a crazy fighter.

The story for how Junie met Mighty will also be included and continued in the "Junie in High&Low the Movie" post! I didn't want to post all of it here since this is just a how Junie met everyone post so please look forward to that!

© This work is copyrighted by enhashoutout. I only post my work on this Tumblr account. I do not allow people to repost or translate my work. If you do see anyone doing so, please let me know. Writers work hard on their stories, please don't be a crappy human and take our work. ♡

[mr-voorhees-husband]

Hello! Could u please make a second part from the P!Jonathan Crane x Student!Reader (the one where he tells the reader abt them having feelings for him)

Imma be honest, I wasn’t thinking about Jon lately, so I put on BTAS and remembered why I liked him,,, ty for this request.

Yall just spam requests, force me to write again, PLEASE!!!

Also if any of y’all like Sabretooth, Wolverine, Hellboy, Or Lobo, throw some requests my way PLEASE

Anyway..

Warnings: Professor x Student, power dynamic, Jonathan is kind of ooc, reader is called Star Student, dear, and various other nicknames,

Info: (General) Jonathan Crane x GN!Reader, Reader is Jon’s student

“I’m a bit disappointed, dear.” Jonathan sighed, sitting at his desk while twirling a pen in his hand. It was one that you had actually got him during national teachers week, one of pens made to look like a syringe. It was his favorite to use for grading, partially because he liked to use what you got him, but also because the red ink was particularly darker than most pens he had. “A C on your report. That’s the lowest grade you’ve gotten this entire semester.”

You nodded quietly, knowing good and well there was no reason for you to get such a bad grade. This was your best class, and even if you were mediocre in your other ones, you prided yourself on how well you understood Jonathan’s teaching methods. The report in question was done perfectly, and anyone with half a brain could tell that.

This was just Jonathan’s way of getting you to himself for a few hours.

“Really, I’m disappointed.” He sighed, shaking his head as he stood up, walking around his desk to stand directly in front of you. “After our last… one-on-one meeting, I really expected you to put more effort in your work.”

“I—“ you began, before being cut off by Jonathan’s finger on your lips.

“Ah. I’m talking.” He tutted, shaking his head in mock disappointment. “Now, I’d be willing to raise your grade, after all— I know my star student would never willingly get such a bad grade. That is, if you’re willing to work for some extra credit…”

Swallowing nervously, you nodded, knowing exactly what he meant. “Yes, sir. I’ll do anything.”

“Anything, hm?” Jonathan leaned in closer— so closer your noses were almost touching and you could smell the coffee he had been drinking. “How about a private study session? A little extra help should straighten your grades right up.”

“That— that sounds good.” You couldn’t stop yourself from stuttering, and that just made Jonathan smile wider. “Should I stop by after your office hours..?”

“No, I was thinking we have dinner first, at my place.” It was obvious what was going on. This wasn’t just a ploy to get you in his bed, it was a ploy to get you on a date— a proper date. Which was more intimate than you expected, but you didn’t plan to argue. “Says… 7 o’clock Tuesday night? If I remember correctly you don’t have any classes that day.”

You tried to ignore that he definitely shouldn’t have known that fact. “O— okay. Yeah.”

“Good, I’ll pick you up outside your dorm.” He smiled, grabbing your hand and gently leading you to the door, “see you Tuesday, darling.”

Jonathan’s lips tasted like coffee and he smelt like autumn, just like last time; and you knew you’d never get sick of the taste or the scent.

[88y53]

Maybe I just don't like Zack Snyder movies?

So I'm pretty far into Rebel Moon, and, at the moment, it has failed to really wow me with anything it has to offer.

Is it just me? Am I the problem here?

It's not like I wasn't giving this movie a chance–I was very excited to see a film he had complete and total creative control over... that wasn't Army of the Dead.

I understand that Zack Snyder movies have a lot of themes and metatextual messages. I know this mainly because he very openly talks about it, like a comedian explaining a joke when the audience remains silent after the punchline. And if that fails, he has a veritable army of people–most of whom I'm fairly certain are not astroturf accounts–who will sing from the highest rooftops that yes, indeed, this thing means a thing.

How clever.

This is an issue that I've been noticing with every single one of his movies post 300; they're all saying something meaningful, but in a way that makes it totally meaningless.

300 was a lot like that (to the point that people as still debating whether it can be interpreted as propaganda or not), but it had this raw, over-the-top machismo that gave it a crucial campy edge that made it seem like it was more self-aware than it probably was intended to be.

Pretty much every movie after that–this one included–is trying so hard to be multi-layered that it handicaps itself, turning everything into thematic white noise.

To it's credit, this film does have a surface-level story–The Seven Samurai with the cast of Star Wars–but it's completely smothered under the weight of the subtext. Can this even be called subtext? Having a long horizontal spaceship come out of wormhole in the shape of a vagina doesn't exactly scream "subtle" to me. Maybe we should make up a new term for this–what's the opposite of subtext that isn't just text? Astrotext? Supertext?

I know that Netflix has dreams of this becoming a lucrative franchise, and to that I say three things: "Good. Fucking. Luck."

It's not awful, it's just... not very interesting. There are these flash-in-the-pan moments that work and seriously threaten keep my attention, but they don't gel together into anything that keeps the crucial flow going.

And every character expressing themselves in these awkward, lengthy exposition-dumps also doesn't help. Maybe it's trying to keep within the style of Akira Kurosawa–I wouldn't know, I've never seen The Seven Samurai, and I most likely never will.

Rebel Moon, like most of Snyder's filmography–is either going to really fucking speak to you, or completely leave you cold; it'll all depend on whether you personally relate to the characters or world he's building like an over-excited dungeon master who spent 4 whole days hyper-focusing on this project and just wants one person to say they liked it to make it seem like all the effort was worth it.

"Bitch, we're here to fucking role-play! Not be your fantasy sounding-board!"

The movie didn't start out well for me either. We get a lengthy backstory narrated by Sir Anthony Hopkins (who seems to be willing to be in any movie, these days), and then it shifts to a woman plowing a field with an alien horse before having to dig a large rock out of the ground. And that was precisely the moment where the film lost me: I just couldn't believe that this girl would need to dig that rock out of clearly loose and freshly turned earth.

This is an an edited version, so maybe the director's cut is better. And on that subject I have to ask "did we learn nothing from Batman v Superman or Justice League?" You either let Zack Snyder make the movie exactly how he wants to make it or you get a shit movie. I mean you'd probably still get a shit movie, but at least it would have integrity.

Maybe this wouldn't be so bad if the film didn't have this subtle off-putting feeling of indulgence that permeates every single fucking frame. I understand you're making the movie you want to make, Mr. Snyder, but if this movie were to be even 1% more self-gratifying there would've been a 40-foot statue of your dick that pisses fire while Rock Me Like A Hurricane plays in the background and F-16s do barrel-rolls overhead.

Maybe 300 was just the one good movie he had in him? It happens. One day you're directing The Sixth Sense, next you're directing The Lady In Water.

According to a recent post in his safespace blog he's sworn off making movies for the "main stream," which is for the best, I suppose. The mainstream has not been particularly kind to him.

I'm certainly not wishing he'd stop making movies–you make all the weird films you possibly got in you, you mad bastard, but I think you're done surprising me.

And, in case you're wondering, no, I probably wouldn't say all of this to his face.

[shorkbrian]

I swear I ain’t in it for the money, but I can’t stop thinking about sugar daddy shoto. Maybe he sweeps a cute little college kid or barista of their feet, just something fun and casual. But this man starts falling harder, needing a way to lock them down to him. Money isn’t quite cutting it anymore, so he decides fucking a baby into her would do the trick. Shoto would push her down into the mattress, large frame twisting her into a sweet mating press. This way they could stay together forever and Shoto would have absolutely no problem providing for his sweet family <3

but fr tho I feel like Shouto is NOT the type for kids.

Mans will tolerate them when they babble or wave at him, but he very actively Does Not Want them.

Always uses condoms, and even though he’ll threaten not to, it’s never a legit thought in his mind to cum inside. Shouto doesn’t want to be a dad.

-----

You’ll be sittin on a park bench, fading sunset dark and pretty in front of you yet all you can do is cry. There’s not really any people around so it’s not like you’re bothering anyone - you hadn’t wanted to cry in your shabby apartment (half the cause of your worries) just in case you received a noise complaint.

“Are you alright?”

A somber, smooth voice is heard. You’re swiping at your tears quickly as you look up, trying to laugh off your state of distress. “Oh, haha, yeah I’m fine. Thanks for asking.” It’s hard to smile with your puffy cheeks and red-rimmed eyes.

The man in front of you frowns, hands in his coat pockets, scarf draped around his neck. “You don’t look fine. Mind if I sit?”

He’s already claiming the spot next to you on the bench before you can say a word, turning to you with a passive expression. “Why are you crying?”

And that’s all it takes to have you breaking down all over again, tears streaming down your face. Just one person offering to listen to the heavy burden you have to bear.

‘’M sor-sorry...” You sob, wiping at your eyes with frigid fingers, successful in doing nothing more but smearing tears around your face.

“Here.” The man’s taking off his scarf, gloved hands offering it you.

“I ca-can’t use your sc-scarf sir.” But he’s insistent, pressing it into your hands up by your face.

“I’ll just get another one. Keep it, you’re in need of it more than I am.”

The kindness makes another fresh bout of tears roll down your cheeks, but this time you're able to dab them away with soft fabric as you sniffle.

It takes a moment for you to calm yourself. When you do, you can finally engage in conversation with the man.

You tell him about your job hours getting cut, how you’ve been turned down or ignored by every single place you’ve applied at for a second job. How you’re barely affording to wash your clothes - you have to hang them or drape them across things in your apartment because you don’t have the money to pay for a dryer cycle.

And to top it all off, you’re still short on rent, despite how you scrimped and saved and even forced yourself not to buy groceries this week - you’ve gone hungry for the past three days.

“You haven’t eaten?”

You glance up at the man and his incredulous expression, shaking your head. “I’ve been trying to save money, I thought I could afford my rent if-”

“What kind of food do you like?” The man is pulling out his phone, swiping and tapping immediately. 

“Thank you, but I’m not-” looking for charity is what you want to say. Plus, you shouldn’t accept favors from strange men.

But the handsome man is waving you silent. “I’m cold, plus I’d like to grab a bite to eat before I head home. I don’t like eating alone though, you’d honestly be doing me a favor.”

You take a moment to process. Is he telling the truth? He sounds like an honest guy.

“Seems like the only place open around here is “Joe’s 24 hour Diner”.... You mind burgers?”

So that's how you end up in a booth opposite the man (”Shouto” he had told you as you both headed to the diner), munching away at warm food. It tastes so good, you hardly have time to worry about the man watching you as he eats.

You’d been shocked at his looks the moment you’d seen him in the light of the diner. Pretty two-toned hair, different colored eyes, perfect skin, expensive clothes. Why was he even talking to you? It’s obvious the two of you led very different lives.

“How does everything taste?”

“Delicious.” Is your response, and Shouto seems pleased, nodding before taking another bite of his meal.

Maybe it’s stupid... but you feel weirdly safe with this man. He doesn’t seem to bear any ill-intent towards you, nor has he made any comments about your body or let his hands or eyes stray. He seems like a gentleman.

Conversation flows easily between the two of you, even sharing a few chuckles at times. He’s some fancy rich businessman, you learn, and you share about your own life, laughing at the comparisons. Shouto can’t fathom growing up in a house with less than five bedrooms and a personal servant.

He asks for your number, and you’re hesitant in giving it - he surely can’t be interested in you? But he seems so sincere, it’s hard to say no.

When the two of you part ways, Shouto gives you a wave, “Hope to see you again soon, and under better circumstances.”

“You too! And sorry for being such a mess and stopping your walk-”

Shouto shrugs, cheeks beginning to pink from the cold air as you two stand outside the diner. “You needed help. I like to assist.”

-----

The next morning you wake to find an atrociously large sum deposited in your Venmo account by none other than a Shouto Todoroki.

Immediately, you’re calling him. “It’s too much, we just met. How can you give away that much money to some low-life?”

You hear him sigh on the other end of the phone. “You’re obviously struggling. I was wondering what your hours are this week, perhaps we could talk about this over dinner? Or lunch, if that fits better with your schedule. I’m flexible.”

It’s a few days later, days spent questioning yourself, questioning his intentions, before you see him again, both of you deciding to meet for lunch to further discuss... whatever had just happened.

“Was what I gave you adequate to cover your rent?” Are the first words out of Shouto’s mouth after you greet each other.

“Yeah, more than enough-” You squirm. “But I need to ask.... why?”

“Why?”

“Why me.” 

“Oh.” Shouto’s expression clears. “That’s easy. I told you a few days ago - I like to assist. I’m quite lonely, and it feels nice to use my money on someone other than myself. I think providing for someone brings me... I wouldn’t quite say joy, but... contentment.”

You contemplate his answer for a moment. 

“Well... you saved me with my rent, I don’t really know how to thank you.”

The man leans forward. “Well.... I know it might be a bit sudden, but how would you feel accepting me as a.... benefactor of sorts?”

“You mean like a sugar daddy?” Is your immediate, blurted response. You want to slap yourself for speaking before you have the chance to think about your words, but luckily Shouto just lets out a light laugh.

“If you’d like to call it that. I’m willing to provide financial assistance for you, in exchange for companionship, if you’re willing to give it.”

Your face heats up as you drop your eyes, fidgeting nervously in your seat. “I don’t feel comfortable with a... a sexual relationshi-”

“That’s perfectly acceptable.” Shouto cuts you off before you can continue. “I wasn’t trying to insinuate a contract of that nature. I’m thinking more along the lines of accompanying me at meals, sharing experiences with me, providing company and friendship to a lonely man. If it seems that we’d like to progress further than that after we get to know each other, well, that will be addressed then. For now-” Shouto meets your eye, dipping his head a smidgeon so he can look at you directly. “All I ask for is a simple, non-intimate bond between two people.”

This is crazy.

And yet you accept.

The situation may be wild, and completely absurd, but you’d be a fool not to say yes.

Shouto is charming and handsome, respectful, courteous - you could go on and on about his positive qualities. He just seems like a sad, lonesome man swallowed by work and responsibilities, too stressed and busy to put the effort into making friends the conventional way. 

-----

Months pass by.

You’re eating at every meal, sated and never going hungry. You’re able to move into a new place, one that doesn’t smell like cigarettes and sits right next to a railroad.

Clothes aren’t a worry anymore, you have your own washer and dryer in your new apartment (Shouto offered to buy you a house, or a penthouse at the least, but you couldn’t justify it to yourself). You’re able to afford new things, and pretty dresses, shoes that are comfortable and fashionable and that fit.

You no longer have to wear clothes down until they have holes in them. You’re able to go to the doctor’s when you feel sick, able to pay for health insurance.

Life is good.

Shouto is a personable man, serious, but he can be rather funny and even crude at times.

The doubt and thoughts of “Why is he doing this for me?” and “I’m not good enough for this.” plague you, but Shouto always seems to catch on, reassuring you that you’re exactly what he needs - a friend.

And you’re more than happy to be that.

You think sometimes, that even if he wasn’t paying you, you’d still like to be friends with Shouto Todoroki.

Until he starts acting weird.

“You should just stay at my place. I have more than enough room,, it’d be easier for both our schedules. We’d get to see each other more often.”

“Uhm...” You don’t really know what to say. You like your freedom, and having your own place where you can walk around in your (expensive) underwear without being bothered.

“I think it’d be nice, don’t you? We could have breakfast every morning, you wouldn’t have to worry about traveling to and fro, we could spend more time together. We don’t see each other nearly enough.”

He’s pushing, insistent. How are you supposed to tell him no? He’s paying for your entire life. Plus, it wouldn’t be that bad to actually live with him. Shouto’s an amicable man.

So you move in.

“I bought you a few things, they’re on your bed.” 

Shouto’s striding into the kitchen where you’re making coffee, buttoning up his shirt as he comes closer. You’ve found that the man likes to sleep in nothing but boxers, shrieking and flushing an embarrassing shade the first time he’d come to wake you up with a sweet “welcome” breakfast in bed.

It’s taken a while to adjust, but you finally feel that you’re fully settled in.

“Oh, you really don’t ha-”

“I wanted to. I went through your closet - your clothes are nice, but your underwear seemed to be lacking.” He’s so matter-of-fact.

All you can do is stare at the back of his head.

“Could you pass me a spoon please?”

-----

Shouto had splurged on expensive, fancy lingerie. 

At least eight different sets were laid out on your bed. It was overwhelming. It also felt.... a bit intrusive? They were all in your size, in a complementary color for your skin tone. 

Weird.

Not as weird as the onset of Shouto’s casual touches.

You’d be reading, or drinking tea and watching cars race by on the street so far below, and Shouto would come up behind you, caress your sides before intertwining his fingers with yours on one hand. He did it as if it was a normal thing, but it felt anything but normal.

Or you’d be on the couch together, and Shouto would shuffle closer until his large body was pressed to yours, almost curled around you. The faux-cuddling was a bit more off putting. How do you tell him no?

The touches became more and more intimate, Shouto’s gifts more and more frequent until you weren’t even spending a penny, the man taking care of everything.

The arrangement was beginning to make you uncomfortable.

Shouto’s bi-colored eyes seemed to always be on you, tracing the shape of your body, watching you move, or breath, or sit. It was distracting, and you felt bad for feeling this way towards the man who’d pulled you out of poverty, but it was so unnerving.

He seemed to notice.

“You’ve been so stressed these past few days. Is something wrong?” Shouto’s rubbing a hand into your shoulder, hovering over you at the dinner table.

“No?” Is all you can manage, wiping your hands on your napkin as you finish your food.

Shouto frowns. With a sigh, his hand drops from your shoulder and the man leaves your side, heads toward the kitchen.

You clear your plate from the table, following after him so you can wash it and put it in the dishwasher before you head off to get ready for bed. 

But Shouto is rummaging in a cupboard, pulling down two wine glasses to accompany the bottle of wine that’s standing proud on the island.  It’s your favorite, a sweet wine that Shouto knows you like, always brings it out when he decides to drink whisky or bourbon after dinner.

He pops the cork and pours you a glass while you finish with your dishes, handing you the glass when you turn away from the sink, pressing it into your hands. “Let’s relax a little bit, it’ll be good for both of us.”

You’re fine with that, knowing that a little wine won’t hurt you, especially when it’s of such fine quality. You’d never dreamed that you’d be able to taste such richness in your lifetime, spend frivolous amounts of money on wine and fine eateries. Yet here you are.

Shouto pours himself a glass, barely a sip filling the bottom. The man raises it to his lips and takes a swig, grimacing a bit in his flat, unexpressive way. You giggle a little.

“Too sweet?’

The man nods, setting the glass back down. “I’m not entirely sure how you can stand to stomach it. But if it makes you happy-” He shrugs, before pulling on of the bar-stools out from under the island so he can sit facing you, long legs stretching out before him.

You look at him, and he looks at you, and then you take another sip of wine to avoid the awkwardness.

“You’re distancing yourself from me.”

The accusation is quiet, Shouto’s eyes focused on your fingers wrapped around the stem of the glass.

He’s always been straightforward with his words. “Is there a reason you keep drawing away?”

The wine disappears from your glass, sliding down your throat and settling in your stomach. You fill your glass again before speaking, struggling to find the right words without upsetting your... benefactor.

“Well, Shouto... I don’t really know how to...” You trail off, hoping Shouto will say something, change the subject, say it’s alright and move on to something else.

But the man stays silent, eyes appraising you.

Taking a deep breath, and another gulp of sweetness, you try again.

“Sometimes the closeness... like, physical closeness? Makes me, well, uncomfortable.”

Hopefully, that would satisfy his curiosity for now. That wasn’t the only reason you’d been avoiding Shouto seeming distant, but you didn’t think sharing the others would result in anything good.

Said man accepted your response, dropping his eyes to his lap as he mulled it over. More wine was consumed, glass re-filled. You felt nervous.

“You’re saying that my touch isn’t something you’d prefer.”

Biting your lip, you soften at his confused expression, at the hint of sadness swimming behind his eyes. “Kind of. I don’t mind you Shouto, you’re really kind, and you’re good company, and a wonderful friend. I just don’t think the.... the intimacy is for me.”

Shouto raises his head, stares at you with those pretty eyes, lips parted as he comes to terms with your words. 

“It sounds like you don’t trust me. I would never hurt you, you know this.”

You scramble to assure him. “I do! I do trust you, and I know you wouldn’t.” (at least you hoped) “But I guess I just... Coming into this agreement I wasn’t ready for that type of... thing. I don’t know if I ever will be.”

The man rises, shakes his head as he steps closer to you. “Don’t worry, I remember our first conversation about that aspect. I see that for you, that type of relationship would only begin after you really cared for the other person, trusted and wanted to see them happy, am I correct?”

“Oh, Shouto-” You rush. “No, I care for you, and I trust you, and of course I want to see you happy. I think it’s just, y’know, my last relationship like that went really bad, and it sucked. I don’t want to go through that again.”

Shouto nods, understanding. “I see. You don’t have to worry about any of that with me then.”

A smile crosses your face, and you feel relived that he accepted your rejection with grace and understanding instead of violence or anger. “Thank you, it means a lot to me.”

The mood of the room shifted, from tense and uncomfortable, to easy and light, and you poured another glass of wine, laughing a little at how worried you were about the conversation with Shouto, only for it all to turn out fine.

“I’m going to go drink some of the liquor that’s kept in my room. I could mix a few drinks for you to try, you might like how sweet they are. I know hard alcohol isn’t quite your thing.”

You beam a smile, nodding your head eagerly. Before, you’d feel apprehensive about going into his room with him to drink alcohol. But with the conversation the two of you just had, you knew - things would be fine.

-----

The room was spinning and you felt giddy and light. You were definitely tipsy.

“You can lay down on my bed, you’re getting wobbly on your feet.” Shouto had offered, and you’d gladly accepted, flopping down onto his comfy bedspread with a laugh at how the motion made butterflies rise in your tummy.

Shouto leaned against his dresser, swirling whiskey in his glass as he watched you, a half-smile across his face. You smiled back, before closing your eyes, a little bit tired as you realized that you might be a bit more than just tipsy.

Shouto had mixed quite a few drinks for you, and you’d drank each one eagerly, impressed with how little alcohol you could taste in each one. You don’t remember how many you had, but it didn’t really matter.

The next thing you know, hands are on your waist, scooting you further up the bed so your legs no longer hang off the edge. Cracking open an eye, you’re met with the visage of red-and-white, eyes soft and warm as they regard you, Shouto’s face tinged a bit pink from the few drinks he had consumed. The man had never been too good at holding his alcohol.

When those hands started to slip beneath your shirt, you wiggled like a little worm, not really comprehending the situation. Maybe it was a dream.

Your shirt was discarded, then your pants. It felt much more comfortable now, and you mumbled a “thanks” to the man helping you settle for bed. He was so nice, Shouto took such good care of you. You still kind of couldn’t believe the turn your life had taken with him, the good luck pushed into your path.

Someone was kissing you.

With a grunt of surprise, you kissed them back, meeting their feverish pace and trying to keep up, soft lips puckering and pushing against your own with intent. Kissing felt good. You liked kissing.

Then a hand was cupping your face, stroking tenderly over your cheek before it began sliding down, down your neck, into the valley between your breasts, trailing over your bra. It felt funny.

Pushing back for air, you gasped when the hand on your chest started squeezing at you, eyes flying open with the startling, sudden sensation.

Shouto was hovering over you, lips puffy, panting as he stared at you with lusty eyes, an uncharacteristic look on his face. This... this wasn’t supposed to be like this. You knew. Hadn’t the two of you just talked about something... important? Was it important?

You didn’t feel panic until a hand cupped your sex, feeling your skin through your panties.

This wasn’t right.

Alarm bells were ringing, dull and far away, but you didn’t think that Shouto should be touching you in such a way. you should be going to bed.

“Mm, Sho, can you stop?” But your words felt funny on your tongue, and Shouto didn’t stop. Maybe he didn’t hear you.

His hair tickled your chin as the man bent to mouth at your tits, pulling the cups of your bra underneath them so he could feel your hot skin, let his saliva drag slick and wet against your chest. 

Your hands instinctively rooted themselves in his hair as you gasped again, not expecting such a move, tugging lightly at his head to pull him up. Shouto just groaned, teething gently at your breasts and not moving an inch. His hips were grinding against the bed though, as he stood between your spread legs.

Before you knew it, your panties were gone, bra clumsily unclasped and discarded, and you were completely bare. Shouto was undressing before you, struggling with the buttons on his shirt before giving up, easily ripping the fabric of his body with one tug, grumbling.

You didn’t feel so tipsy anymore.

“Shouto, what’re we doing? We shouldn’t be doing this, we need to stop-”

“Stay down.” Was his firm command, a hand splayed across your naked chest and pushing you back into the mattress as you tried to sit up. It made you breathless, the growl in his voice, the dominance emanating from the man. You stayed still.

“This’s gonna make us a stronger couple.” The man slurred, eyes dark and hands wandering, effortlessly keeping you pinned against the bed as he ground his hips forward against the edge. You were getting scared.

“Wait-”

You fell silent as one hand pushed down his pants, his underwear going with them, pink cock bobbing free. He was so pretty down there, and it made sense, all of him was pretty, but you suddenly realized the weight of the situation, what was happening.

“Shouto, no, oh my god. We gotta stop right now, we’re drunk, we’re-we’re-”

“Don’t care. Not gonna let you hide away from me this time.” Shouto shook his head, taking his cock in one hand and giving it a long, slow pump, flushed tip weeping precum and wetting his hand.

“No, no, this is wrong. I don’t want this, I could get pregnant!” You cried, beginning to panic for real, pushing against the one strong hand anchoring you to the bed.

Shouto just chuckled, letting go of his cock to crowd against you, getting up in your face to press a wet finger to your lips, the salty taste of his precum threatening to slip into your mouth unless you kept it shut. “Shhh, shh. If you stay nice and still, if you do what I say, I’ll use a condom.”

You couldn’t believe your ears.

“You’re gonna listen to me, you always do.” The man nodded to himself, once again dragging his cock against the bed between your legs, as if he couldn’t stop himself. “Or else I’ll fuck you raw.” The finger was pulled from your lips, only to be wagged teasingly in your face. 

You couldn’t believe how he was acting.

“Be nice.”

Shouto tapped your nose with a neatly manicured finger, before groaning as he heaved himself upright, red cock bobbing against his stomach, desperate for attention. The man gave you a look, as if to say “don’t move” before he took his hands off you, heading for his dresser.

Once you saw him pulling out a strip of condoms, you were on your feet, stumbling toward the door.

Although panic had sobered you somewhat, you were still struggling with the effects of the alcohol, so your reaction time was maddeningly slow. Slow enough that you weren’t able to truly fight against Shouto when he grabbed you from behind toned arms wrapping around your middle and heaving you into the air, only to throw you back on his bed.

You were almost sick on the bedspread, world spinning and stomach protesting, but you were able to calm yourself.

But then Shouto was on you, flipping you onto your back, a soft hand pressing against your throat threateningly. 

“You want to have a baby? Want me to cum in you so you’ll get all fat with kids? Hm?” He was so intense, almost choking you, straddling your waist and keeping you pinned. It was too much

You were able to manage a tearful, desperate “No!” despite the hand around your throat, and Shouto backed off, releasing the pressure to instead stroke his hand against the sides of your neck.

“Stop acting like this, it’s the next logical step for us. You said you cared for me, wanna make me happy. This’ll make me happy. I won’t be like the last guy.”

His cock was pressed against your stomach, and you could feel it twitching. Shouto clambered off of you, letting go of your neck so he could grab the condoms he’d tossed on the bed before snatching you up.

“Do what I say and I use these.” He waved them in your face before tearing one off, beginning to open it. 

You stayed still, gazing at him blearily, limbs feeling fuzzy, mind feeling the same.

The condom was rolled onto Shouto’s cock, the man spitting into his palm and giving the latex a few rubs to make it slick before reaching for you.

He dragged you to the edge of the bed - the perfect height for him to fuck you - and you didn’t fight, terrified of his threat. You couldn’t stand the thought of a baby.

(You didn’t know, but neither could he)

“Wanted to do this since I met you.” Shouto mumbled, pushing your panties to the side with a few fingers so he could guide his tip to your hole. “Want you so bad.”

You didn’t know what to think of this side of Shouto. This unreserved, uncareful, slurring mess of a man that loomed before you, gaze dark and wild, limbs everywhere as he groped and squeezed and appreciate the shape of your body.

But he must’ve gotten impatient, because then he was pushing inside.

It hurt, stinging pain rippling up your back and you keened, causing Shouto to pause. One of his hands darted down to wrap around your calf, hauling it up on the bed so he could lean forward and press it to you chest, sinking his cock a few inches deeper.

“You’re gonna take it.” He hissed before messily kissing you, pressed so close together that it was hard to breathe. “I’ll make it feel good after you do.”

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Endeavor's and Katsuki's way of atoning

Smth that has been going on in my mind for a while now and I know I'm late to the party since the manga is way past the Endeavor agency- and the Izuku-left-UA-arc but I gotta get if off my chest.

I've read a lot of analysis about similarities but especially differences between Endeavor and Katsuki, so I won’t point them out here. I'd rather continue with smth I don't think anyone else has pointed out yet (?).

In Episode 18 of Season 5 or in the manga chapter 252 Natsuo was kidnapped by that arrow-quirk-villain and while trying to rescue his own damn son Endeavor just stopped in his ways, later explaining he was afraid that if he saved him, Natsuo wouldn't be able to speak his mind freely anymore. Like??? Okay then?? Just let him die, seems to be the better option for you, Todoroki Enji AKA No. 1 Hero. And I know some will say he had faith in the three musketeers to save the day but let me remind you that Endeavor was surprised by their improvement!! So I don't think he hesitated in a strategic or calculated way but rather in a self-centered, egoistic one. And I cannot even begin to explain how much this makes me despise Endeavor, risking Natsuo's life like that.

Whereas, remembering chapter 285, Katsuki's "body just moved on its own" when Izuku was about to get stabbed. “There were no thoughts" like – yes! Exactly! I mean, Katsuki also could have had a thought process like "If I risk my life for the nerd, he will have no choice but to forgive me for my bullying, even if I don't deserve it" or something like that. But he didn't! Because all of that doesn't matter if the person in question might be freaking dead at the end of the day!

Man, Endeavor’s behavior in that episode/chapter pisses me off for so many other reasons like telling Natsuo he doesn't want his forgiveness. Yeah well, you sure don't deserve it but it may be a start to freaking apologize, like truly apologizing – which Katsuki did btw. Katsuki too, said that he doesn't expect things to change between him and Izuku but he apologized nonetheless because that's what you do if you screwed up.

And at the end of the episode when Endeavor decides to separate himself from the rest of the household, saying this is his way of atoning and guys, I can't keep up with his bs! He's turning away from them without even properly facing them!!! When he damn well knows that Fuyumi e.g. wishes for them to be a family again. Yes, sir, your kids and one son in particular are hard on you, calling you out for your abuse – as they should! – so you just give up after only two shitty dinners??? Of course there won’t be any forgiveness after such a short period of time. And this pisses me off so much because Shoto told him that he’d like to see how he would perform as a father and yet? Endeavor runs away after a few ugly confrontations with Natsuo.

And again, smth Katsuki managed to do – he stayed close to Izuku, really trying to help him out. And yes, I know, Izuku never pushed him away, in fact, ever but still, Katsuki is really putting effort into their relationship, not needing other people pushing him into doing so. He is in fact atoning.

Endeavor is just running away, not really thinking about his family or taking them into account, not truly trying to change. He's not making it about making it up to them but rather making it about how he can punish himself. Self-centered as usual.

Sometimes I wonder if Hori did the Natsuo-Endeavor-scene exactly that way, with Katsuki listening, so that Katsuki would be inspired to be nothing like him. Especially with the parallel of both of them talking about their former behavior in front of others but with the HUGE difference of Katsuki putting Izuku first.

Well. Where was I going with this? Originally this was supposed to be a Katsuki-redemption-appreciation-post, showing in comparison to Endeavor how many things Katsuki has gotten right but it kinda ended up pointing out how Endeavor just keeps fucking shit up.

Hope you're fine with that and sorry for not including any screenshots.

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Trophy Husband

Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairings: Aaron Hotchner/Female Reader Word Count: 2,188 Tags: 18+, NSFW, Dad bod Hotch, Insecure Hotch, Dry humping, Unprotected sex, a lil Daddy kink Summary: Requested by anon: “maybe some dad bod hotch smut? like where he’s newly retired and hasn’t been working out as much and the reader worships his body bc he’s been feeling a little insecure” I love some dad bod Hotch, so happy to fill this request! Link to A03 or read below!

“No, we’re not doing forced overtime again. If you want my team to put out more consults, then we need to hire more profilers.” You walk through your front door and into the kitchen, smiling when you see Aaron standing over the stove, holding a wooden spoon and stirring something that smells amazing. “With all due respect, I’m not concerned about the budget, sir; if my people are as valuable as you stated, then I expect them to be taken care of.”

Aaron looks back at you, wrinkles his nose, and you make a motion with your hands—blah, blah, blah—which makes him chuckle.

“I agree completely, sir. That’s a great idea. If you send down the requisitions tomorrow, I’ll start interviewing on Monday. No, thank you. Good night.” You lock your phone, set your bag on the stool closest to you, and sigh. “Was it this hard to get stuff done when you were the unit chief?”

“No, it’s definitely harder now, but you make it look easy. And sexy,” he says with a smirk, and you walk over to him; he offers a taste of what he’s making—it looks like paella, and your stomach rumbles—and you lean in to take a bite off of the spoon, looking up at him and flicking your tongue over your lips. His eyes get dark.

Even after ten years of marriage, he’s so easy to get going, it’s almost unfair.

“Delicious, daddy, thank you.” You stand up fully, and he turns back to the stove; your arms wrap easily around his waist, cheek pressed to the soft, worn t-shirt that covers his back. “How was your day? Are you still enjoying the life of a trophy husband?” He snorts, muscles tensing enough that you can feel it where you rest.

“Hardly.” He was in such a good mood a moment ago that this feels like a complete 180; profiler or not, you know your husband, and something’s on his mind. You tighten your embrace, and he shrugs you off a little, and that is practically unheard of. You stand, take a step back to look at him.

“What’s wrong? You aren’t getting bored of retirement already, are you? It’s only been six months.” He sighs, shakes his head. You’re sure you look confused.

“No, retirement is fine; it’s great, actually, it’s not that.” Typical Aaron, always making you drag this shit out of him. For being so sweet and kind, he’s still not that great at being open, even though you make every effort to encourage it.

“What is it, sweetheart? Something is obviously bothering you; we should talk about it.” Another deep exhale, and he turns off the burner, moves the pan of food off of the heat, and turns to face you fully.

“I imagine you already know.” You shake your head, shrug, and he gestures to himself, to his body. You feel stupid, like there’s something you’re missing.

“Aaron, love of my life, I don’t have any idea what this means.” You mimic his previous motion, and he rolls his eyes, which you can’t stand, and he’s well aware of that. “You’ve got to give me more than that, or I can’t help.”

“You can’t help, it just… is.” He sighs, and his shoulders deflate. You move closer, to touch him, comfort him, but he takes a step back. “I know I’m not the ‘trophy husband’ you probably expected me to be. I know this isn’t what you signed up for.”

You do your best to put together these cryptic sentences, the hand gesture, and when realization finally dawns on you, you can’t help it: you laugh.

Aaron turns away, and you know that was shitty, feel instantly terrible, so you reach out to put a gentle hand on his arm.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t laughing at you, it’s just… you don’t think you’re hot anymore?” He turns to face you, looking at you like he’s tired of your shenanigans, which… after this long, he should be plenty used to them, so the look does nothing for you.

“I’ve gotten… soft, I think that’s obvious.” At that, you smirk a little, move your hands to the button on his jeans.

“Oh, I don’t think there’s anything soft about you, Aaron. Why don’t you let me put your cock in my mouth, and we’ll check again.”

“You wanted me to talk, I’m talking.” His tone is a little admonishing, and you kind of deserve it, so you stop being horny for a second and take a deep breath.

“You’re right. Sorry. So… you’re exercising less, because obviously you don’t need to be as fit anymore, since you’re not working. Am I following?” He nods his head. “Okay, and you’re feeling… insecure about the way your body looks now, because of it.”

“Yes. Especially when you, Unit Chief Hotchner, are kicking ass and looking fucking delicious doing it, and then you have to come home to me.”

It’s like a switch is flipped in you, at those words. Oh hell no.

“Hold on here. I don’t have to come home to you, I get to come home to you; every night I do, it’s like a dream come true, and on the nights I don’t get to come home to you, I dream about it. I dream about being in your arms—strong arms, always, even if they’re less defined—and I dream about making love to you and fucking you and everything in between. You: not the Aaron of two months ago or six months ago or five years ago. You.”

He looks your face over—you’re getting fired up and you know it, and it turns him on and you also know that—and then the two of you come together for a deep, desperate kiss. Your hands fist in his hair, his roughly grab your ass, and when you pull back for air he turns you so you’re bent over the counter, searches for the zipper of your skirt.

“No!” He freezes, then steps back, and you stand up, flushed. “I’m sorry, not no—just, not here.” He blows out a breath, and you kiss him softly, sorry you scared him. “It’s just that… I want to lay you back on our bed, completely naked, and I want to put my mouth and my hands on you, everywhere. I want you to see what your body does to me, exactly as it is right now. I get that that might make you feel a little vulnerable, but will you let me?” You press your lips to his again, put your hands gently on his face. “Let me, baby.”

He nods, and you take his hand, take him to your bedroom. He’s visibly nervous, so you move his hands to your body, let him strip you naked first. He always takes pleasure in this, whether he is ripping the buttons off your favorite blouse or softly mouthing at your thighs while he drags your panties down your legs, and tonight is no exception.

“So beautiful, baby,” he murmurs as he finds that zip and drags it down, helping you step out of the skirt. You kick off your heels, and he unbuttons your top—carefully, tonight—then unhooks your bra, pulls you close and kisses your neck and chest so deliciously you almost forget what brought you here.

You lick your lips, shake yourself from the haze of submission you always feel when his mouth is at your throat, and your hands flick open the button of his jeans, tug down the zipper, guide his pants to the floor. He steps out of them, and you kiss his mouth.

Your hands move up, to the hem of his t-shirt, but you do nothing. He smirks, pulls it over his head, because he knows you love that hot guy way of pulling a t-shirt off with one hand, and he happens to be a master of it. You do your best not to drool.

“Mmm. You know exactly what I like, Aaron. There’s nobody in this world who could turn me on like you, who could get me off like you.” He licks his lips, and you get on your knees, running your hands down his body as you go. “Toes to nose, you are exactly who and what I want. Don’t ever forget that.”

You start low, press your lips to the tops of his feet, then his ankles, his calves, his knees. He takes a deep, shuddering breath, but you keep moving up, slowly, until your hands find the waistband of his underwear and you pull them down. His cock springs up—this in particular is never a problem, no matter his age—and you kiss up his thighs and then rise to stand.

“Baby,” he breathes, and you lean up for a kiss, drop your panties. He grabs a fistful of your hair, takes another, rougher kiss, then releases you; you’re panting hard, and your teeth sink into your bottom lip. God, he’s good. How could he ever doubt his sex appeal when he makes you this much of a horny, eager mess with just a kiss?

You guide him back to the bed because he’s too tall for you to reach everywhere standing up; you start at his right wrist, kiss your way to the crook of his elbow, over his biceps, to his shoulder. You trail your lips over his collarbone, his throat, pausing to nibble on his earlobes, to peck him on the tip of his nose.

“I love you so much, Aaron. You are and always will be perfect in my eyes. I barely even notice when you’re being a dick anymore,” you joke, and he laughs; steamy and sexy is really good, but it’s your favorite when he laughs.

You kiss down the other side of his neck, down his arm, but this time you bring his hand up and suck on his middle and ring fingers, taking them so deeply you can flick your tongue over his wedding ring. He groans, you groan, it’s really hot. Your pussy throbs.

“Fuck, baby.” You pull them out of your mouth with an innocent smile, and then straddle his legs, leaning forward to suck and bite kisses all over his stomach and hips, avoiding his cock altogether. “Oh, god, that feels so good,” he breathes, reaching for your hair, and you slide your arms up his chest, squeeze the muscles there that are softer, but still present, while you kiss wetly along his belly.

“Mmm,” you moan while you kiss, because you’re kind of… lined up tight against his thigh, and it feels really good.

You keep kissing, all over, sloppy, eager kisses, rubbing his chest and grinding against his thigh, and it’s a surprise to you both when you come, looking up at him with your mouth open and your nails digging into his skin.

“Holy fuck,” you sigh when you’re done—there’s no sugarcoating this—humping his leg, and he licks his lips, wraps his hands around your arms, and maneuvers you on onto your back, slides his cock easily inside you where you’re wet and warm. “Yes, Aaron.”

“Oh, baby. Fuck, I love you,” he groans, and he laces your fingers with his and tucks his face against your neck. You love when he gets like this, so desperate to come but so soft, so loving, and you squeeze him with your legs, push your body into his thrusts.

“Like that, honey, just like that,” you breathe, mouthing at his shoulder, your free hand clutching at his back. “Come inside me, daddy; pin me with your big body like you always do and come inside me. Love it, want it, need it.”

He moans into your throat, works his hips harder, faster, and you hold him when he comes, smoothing your palm over his skin. He looks down at you, and love shines in his eyes just like always; your heart melts a little. That’s something you’ll never get tired of seeing as long as you live.

He pulls out, replaces his cock with his fingers and brings you to orgasm again, still looking into your eyes, and he catches your last gasping moan with his lips.

You’re both tired after that, not as young as you used to be, and you pull him on top of your body again, a warm, reassuring weight; underneath him is your favorite place to be, always has been, always will be.

“Trophy husband,” you coo in his ear, scraping fingers through his hair. He chuckles softly, brushes his thumb over your lips.

“Badass wife.”

“Mm hmm, and don’t you forget it.” After a couple minutes, your stomach rumbles, and Aaron climbs off of you, returns with the whole pan of paella, two spoons, and a bottle of white wine. “No glasses?” you ask, teasing, sitting up against the pillows, and he shakes his head, wrinkles his nose.

“Nah, I like it better this way. My lips where your lips have been.” He leans in for a soft, slow, sultry kiss, and you sigh when it’s over, lean your head against his shoulder, and smile.

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[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝐷𝑖𝑙𝑓!𝐴𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑧: 𝑆𝑒𝑥 𝑇𝑎𝑝𝑒 𝐺𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝐿𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑑 (𝑅𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑)

Warnings: NSFW content. Aged up/Older Ateez but age differences are still within legal boundaries. Allusions to infidelity. Also contains major spoiler for the dilf!Yeosang fic.

❥𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰

"Hongjoong? Hongjoong baby?"

You lightly tapped his cheek in an effort to wake him up from his nap on the couch. Fluttering his eyes open, he yawned softly, almost an exact replica of how your son often would.

"What? Is it dinnertime already?" He asked while sitting up.

"Almost, but I noticed your phone was going crazy with notifications so I thought it must be something important."

Kissing his sleepy face, you chuckled and returned to the kitchen before anything accidentally burned. Fixing his hair, Hongjoong picked up his phone to see about 10 missed calls, 20 unread messages and a dozen emails all from different people, most of them from his fellow teachers at the university. Scanning through the first few, Hongjoong became wide awake and immediately began looking back to see the email he had sent right before going to sleep.

"Ok food is- what's going on?" You noticed how agitated he looked.

"Um...well.... funny story. You know how I was supposed to send in my report to the administration? I might have accidentally attached the wrong file on there.." He sheepishly admitted to you.

By his tone, you knew it was probably something serious.

"Ok and what was the file?"

Hongjoong grabbed your arm and placed you next to him.

"You're gonna want to be seated for this."

Hongjoong opened the file and held the phone out for you to see. You widened your eyes as you saw it was the old video he had taken of you sucking him off for the first time when you were at the university. You couldn't help the tiny grin tugging your lips as your loud slurping sounds blasted through the speakers.

"Fuck! Miss Y/N, do you really enjoy sucking cock so much?" Hongjoong's raspy voice was heard on the background, one of his hands holding the back of your head to plunge your mouth further down onto his length. You were seen moaning dramatically as you pulled away slightly, drool falling down your chin.

"I used to, but now I think I'll only love sucking cocks that are as big as yours." You winked as your hand pumped along his shaft, your tongue coming out to swirl around his head.

"Still think a pretty young thing like me can't take a cock like yours Mr. Kim?"

Getting so flustered, Hongjoong stopped the video and ran a hand through his hair as he waited for your outburst. When you were silent for a while, he looked over and was confused to see you smiling.

"I can't believe you kept that after all this time." You giggled as your hands cupped his cheeks.

"Well I.... I just like reminiscing about the old times when you used to give me the best suck of my life."

You raised an eyebrow at him. "What do you mean used to Kim Hongjoong?"

Hongjoong flushed even more when you came down and sat in front of him as you began pulling his pants down.

"I can still give a blowjob that'll leave you breathless."

❥𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪

"Well it seems your wife and her lawyer have decided to stoop low in methods to stop the divorce from happening."

Seonghwa's lawyer seemed uneasy about telling you guys about it.

"What did that witch do now?" Seonghwa could already feel a headache coming.

"She submitted a video for the judge and other attorneys to view and hopefully use against you.. but the nature of it...... well it's not exactly something we can show in the courtroom but most of us lawyers have unfortunately seen it."

Leaving the laptop open and sliding it forward to you both, the lawyer stood up and cleared his throat.

"I thought perhaps you two would want to take a look and decide what you'll want to do after this." The poor man left the room, feeling embarrased for you.

You were the one who leaned forward to press play. Seonghwa and you stiffened in your seats when you saw it was an old video you had taken during one of the nights he often went over to your place after one of the many fights he'd have with his wife.

"How did she even get a hold of this?" You asked but you weren't really paying attention to your question and neither was Seonghwa, both of you just watched the screen in front of you, seeing the erotic action unfold.

"Shit! Look at you, all stuffed to the brim with my cum, it's leaking out of you."

Your body jolted underneath Seonghwa as his hips once again slammed into yours, your body aching from the overstimulation he had already been giving you for the past hour but you didn't want him to stop, even after he had cum inside you three times already.

"Keep my cum inside your body my little slut. Don't drop any of it out." His voice was raspy and hoarse as he continued his merciless pounding into you.

You looked like a mess by then, your face was buried on the pillow, nails nearly tearing the sides of it and even though it was muffled, your screams of pleasure could still be distinguished through it.

"I'm gonna breed you my little bunny. Stuff your little hole until you're carrying my babies."

Yanking your hair, Seonghwa pulled you so your back was pressed against his chest.

"Cause that's what you promised me right? You promised you'd let fuck my babies in you right?" He cooed as he nipped at your neck.

You whimpered loudly and nodded at him, tears falling out of your eyes.

"Yes! Please! Breed me Mr. Park. I wanna get fucked with your babies." You begged him, your face scrunching up as another orgasm was being pulled out of you.

Seonghwa and you sat there silently after watching all that, taking it all in. It was him who broke the ice by spinning his chair to you and looking all too smug.

"Well I did knock you up didn't I?"

❥𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

Yunho calmly scrolled over the messages in the group chat he had with his friends, all of them bragging or retelling about what they had done over the course of their vacation.

"What'd you do Yunho?" "Something boring probably."

He rolled his eyes at Jongho's sense of humor.

"I actually had a lot of fun at the waterpark with Y/N and my son. I even have a cute video of it."

Scrolling through his gallery, he didn't realize he accidentally clicked on the wrong video thinking it was the one you took as your son was learning to swim. Confidently pressing send, Yunho waited for them to coo over his boy as they always did when anyone shared pictures of their kids.

"Um.... Yunho? What exactly am I watching?" Seonghwa asked while Hongjoong just replied with a shocked faced emoji.

"Damn, did you have fun turning that bed of yours into a waterpark?" Wooyoung added with a winky face emoji.

Wondering what the hell they were talking about, Yunho opened the video he sent and his face fell when he realized what it actually was that he had sent.

"Yu-Yunho.... too big. I can't." You whimpered pathetically on his screen, your hands rubbing along where his bulge poked out on your abdomen.

"Yes you can baby, you've taken all of me before." He reminded you as he slowly stuffed more of his cock inside you until he bottomed out and his cock was enveloped in your walls.

"There? You see. Your tight pussy can fit me just fine."

Feeling so full yet not having him move inside you, you began whining and clenched around him.

"Yunho, please fuck my tight pussy. I wanna get destroyed by your cock. Please." You begged him.

"Awww do you want me to fuck you dumb with my huge cock? Is that what you want?" His mocking tone was unmistakable even if his face wasn't shown.

"I'm gonna fuck you til you're crying baby, don't say you didn't ask for this."

The rest of the video transpired with his grunts and your whimpering. Yunho's cock disappeared in and out of you at a brutal pace, one of his large hands holding you down so you couldn't move away from him. He ripped orgasm after orgasm out of you until your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you began squirting all over the sheets.

"Fuckfuckfuck! Yunho!" You cried out, unable to stop shaking as he just continued his pace and made you squirt all over again.

"That's it. Be a good girl and squirt more for me. By the time I'm done, all you're gonna remember is this feeling of me breaking you."

Yunho was giggling out of embarrassment now that he knew what his friends saw.

"All of you delete this right now and pretend it never happened."

❥𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰

Yeosang looked down beyond the railing on top of the staircase. Although he should have been horrified, disgusted or the slightest bit sad, his face showed absolutely no emotion whatsoever. He just looked at the scene with no remorse, no emotion and nothing at all.

"Sir?" His trusted butler immediately came up, hands behind his back as he awaited for any instructions

"Take care of this Damian. And make sure no one knows about this. If anyone else knows.... take care of them too." He ordered.

The proper English butler let out a chilling smile as he adjusted his cuff links, happy to be able to put his hidden talents to use.

"Rest assured Sir, no one will suspect a thing." He walked away with chest up and shoulders back.

Meanwhile Yeosang turned his attention back to you, who was sitting with back pressed against the wall, eyes shot wide open as your body couldn't stop trembling and shaking from what had just happened. Kneeling in front of you, Yeosang cupped your face, trying to get you to calm down he began hushing you close to your ear.

"It's ok baby. You're ok, you're going to be ok. And our baby is ok." He cooed at you as he stroked your hair.

"She's..she's..." You couldn't form a proper sentence as your mind replayed everything what just happened.

You had just returned from a small trip to the store and went to your room, only to find Mrs. Kang in there, back turned to you.

"Madame? Is there something I can help you with?" You offered.

When the lady turned to look at you, her face was tear strung and red from all the crying she had done, not from heartbreak, but from rage. In her hand, she had your phone and your heart dropped as you heard what it was that she had been looking at.

"I knew you were probably nothing more than a low, poor common whore, but to actually know you slept with my husband!"

You gasped when she came up and slapped you harshly across the face before yanking your hair and throwing you on the ground. Your hands immediately clasped around your belly protectively and the lady's face fell in shock.

"Don't tell me that the bastard you're carrying is actually..." She clasped a hand over her mouth as it all made sense to her now.

You couldn't help the tears that sprung out from your eyes. This was not what you wanted to happen

"I'm sorry, I-"

You began screaming when she suddenly pulled you up and began dragging you out of the room and into the hallway. When she pressed you up against the railing, you began to fearfully fight back for your and your baby's life, desperately trying to get out of the mad woman's grip.

"I'm going to fucking kill you! You and your child! How dare you do this to me?!"

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷

"How was I supposed to know there would be a camera right in the middle of the beach placed on a totally secluded place? I mean come on! Hardly anyone ever goes to that spot, why install security cameras on a place hardly anyone goes to?!" San tried to justify himself as you both looked at the computer screen in front of you.

"Maybe precisely because people prefer going to secluded places to do illegal activities?" You glared at him.

"In my defense, it's not like we were hiding a dead body." San wanted to lighten up the mood.

You groaned as you covered your face.

"Why did I even agree to letting you fuck me in public at a beach?"

San rolled his eyes at you.

"Oh stop. You could have said no many times but instead you actually begged me to go harder on you. Don't believe me? I got evidence to back me up."

Pressing play once again, San nudged you so you could look at the video playing again. The good thing about it was that it happened during the night so your faces weren't that visible. But it was clear enough for anyone to see what was going on.

It happened during the vacation you two took to the beach. While talking a midnight stroll through a lonely part of the beach, San had gotten a little too wild and began groping you.

"San! Right now?" You squeaked when he cupped your breasts from behind, pulling your biking top to the side so he could squeeze them better.

"I'm feeling a little romantic babygirl. Wanna have my way with you right here." He whispered in your ear as a hand dipped inside your bikini bottoms, rubbing along your clit.

Your legs were turning to jelly the more you felt his caresses and the steamy kisses he pressed along your shoulder blades.

"If you'd rather go back to the hotel room, I'll carry you there right now." He offered as he began his pull his hands away.

"No! Fuck me right here." You told him.

"I knew you'd open up to the idea." He chuckled as he layed down on the sand, pulling you on top of him.

Both of your swimwear was soon discarded and you were bouncing on top of your husband's cock as the moonlight illuminated your sweaty and dewy bodies. Even after you had both came, you were begging San to keep going, which prompted him to grip your hips and start ramming up into you as he sputtered out words about making another baby with you.

Your lips were still pursed tightly even after the video was over. San stroked your hair and kissed the top of your head in an effort to calm your worries.

"If it makes you feel better....... the camera really captured your gorgeous figure." He snickered and held his hands up protectively when you started smacking him.

❥𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲

"You like that my little slut? Like being treated like this?" Mingi's deep voice asked as he tugged on the leash that was wrapped around your neck.

You grunted when he pulled you forward, the tip of his cock pressing against your lips and nose. Your mouth instantly parted, tongue licking the underside of his shaft.

"Such a dirty little cockslut." He teased you.

"Only for you daddy." You winked up at him but were met with a harsh slap on your face.

"Did I say you could talk slut? I don't remember giving you permission to talk." He harshly said.

"Why don't you shut me up then?" You challenged him.

Mingi plunged his cock deep inside your mouth, stuffing himself down your throat, making you gag around his long length. Using the leash, he kept pulling your face to and fro so he could fuck your face. You were moaning and choking all over his cock, spit running down your chin and onto the floor as his tip hit the back of your throat.

"Oh fuck!" Mingi cried out as he pulled out to cum on your face, splattering his hot liquid all over your forehead, cheeks and your tongue as you had it stuck out to eat up some of his cum. Mingi's thumb grazed over your swollen and red lower lip, pinching it slightly.

"You look so pretty like this." He said as he began tightening the leash around you.

"Well you did look pretty." You laughed when Mingi spoke up behind you.

"Shut up!" You pushed his face away when he began nuzzling his face against your cheek as he tried to keep you from freaking out over the fact one of your private videos had accidentally ended up online.

Mingi just chuckled and pulled you onto his lap.

"What are we going to do?" You sighed.

"Look on the bright side, your face was covered by the mask and no one really saw me so as far as anyone is concerned, it's an anonymous couple." He assured you. Wanting to get a little funny, he joked:

"Maybe we could even start an OnlyFans account."

You slapped his chest.

"Song Mingi!"

❥𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰

Although Wooyoung should have been furious over the fact the CCTV footage of you two in the strip club you used to work in got uploaded without your permission onto an adult site, he was surprisingly calm.

"I could have sworn I payed them to turn the cameras off?" He questioned as he knew fully well that customers weren't allowed to touch the strippers, hence why he paid an expensive amount just to be able to get alone time with you.

"Clearly that didn't happen." You stated as you just watched the video play out in front of you. You weren't going to lie, besides the slight arousal it was giving you to watch the sex tape, it also made you feel fuzzy to remember how your relationship with Wooyoung started in the first place.

"One thousand dollars if you hop your pretty ass over here and bounce yourself on my cock."

Your naked figure wasted no time in going over to take him out of his confinement before fucking yourself on top of him. Wooyoung was spilling out a clutter of curses as he watched your ass bounce on his lap. Soon enough he was landing slaps on your skin until it became red, his hips fucking up into you.

"Your own place, monthly allowance and anything else you want if you leave this place and become my own personal fuck toy."

You nearly came at his words when he made his final offer.

"Fuck! Yes! I accept!" You exclaimed.

Shifting positions, Wooyoung got you on all fours on the couch as he began to relentlessly thrust into you from behind, his cock hitting deep inside you.

"You're my little fuck toy now beautiful. No one else gets to fuck this cunt of yours but me."

You let out a loud yelp that was probably heard outside the door when you felt his hand slap your clit.

"No one, got it?" He snarled at you.

Your thighs clenched together as he remembered how possessive he was, and still was, towards you.

"Did the video affect you so much?" You heard Wooyoung ask as his hands came up to rub your shoulders. You shivered when his teeth grazed at your earlobe.

"Cause I know it affected me."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸

"Which one of those fuckers hacked into my personal computer and leaked this?"

Jongho single handedly split an apple which terrified the person in front of him.

"We don't know s-sir...." He trembled.

"Well find out who they were and report back to me, I want you to work fast too. Now get on it!" He ordered harshly.

You came into the office and were confused when a poor intern sped out of there looking like he saw a ghost. Closing the door behind you, you handed Jongho a folder.

"The vein on your forehead is sticking out, what happened?" You knew he was majorly stressing over something and it was probably no small thing.

Huffing, he turned the computer so it could face you.

"One of those fuckers out there got a hold of the systems and managed to hack into my computer. Not only that, they decided to spread a certain video around." He explained, fists clenching and unclenching.

"What video?" You asked.

"Press play and find out."

Doing as he said, you blushed when you saw it was an old video of a time when you and Jongho were still a secret couple. He had stayed over at your house and during the night, he had snuck into your room and crawled his way into your bed, which you allowed him to.

"Shhh. You gotta be quiet princess. Don't want to get caught by your dad right?"

You shook your head and bit down onto one of the plushies laying around you in an effort to muffle the sounds coming out of your mouth as Jongho's thick dick kept sliding in and out of you.

"This is so fucking dirty. I'm ruining you even more by fucking you in the bed you grew up in. Tell me how does it make you feel? To have me shove my cock deep in your pussy in your childhood bedroom while your parents are asleep? Are you enjoying it?"

You whined loudly and clenched more around him as your breathing became more labored and you panted like crazy.

"You enjoyed it so much, you ended up pregnant by me."

You lifted your head to see Jongho wink at you which made you giggle.

"You enjoyed it too, don't even lie."

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Hot & Cold

LOOΠΔ Kim Lip x Male Reader

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The stars shined bright as you wandered through the downtown streets aimlessly, taking in the cool crisp air of the nighttime sky. Music filled the streets and your ears as you passed through a variety of stores, each one with its best wares on display to tempt you.

You were searching for a gift for Choi Yerim’s upcoming birthday, clueless on where to even start looking for ideas. It had been several weeks since you had been introduced to her, and while you knew a little about what her likes and dislikes were, buying the perfect gift that would make her special day seemed a daunting challenge.

The three of you were inseparable lately, spending most of your time outside of work at your favorite lunar themed cafe and the cutest barista that worked there who always threw in free drinks. Lately though, Hyejoo had spent more time than usual preoccupied with her new job until the late hours of the night, leaving you without her help and on your own for your quest.

There were the obvious choices of flowers and candy, and while you had to start somewhere those were boring choices. You wanted your gift to be special and worthy of the girl who you had spent so much time with lately, a girl who brought nothing but happiness and positivity into your life.

Walking past dozens of places, you waited for a store to catch your attention as most failed to offer anything substantial. One in particular caught your eye. Maybe it was the mannequins in the window wearing cute dresses that you easily pictured Yerim wearing, but this place spoke to you.

There wasn’t anything special or out of the ordinary as you walked in, a small looking boutique with high ceilings and bright lights, shelves filled with meticulously folded shirts and pants in diverse sets of colors, while plentiful dresses and accessories lined the walls.

You carefully looked around, not wanting to knock anything out of place as you browsed, unsure where to even begin. There didn’t seem to be anyone else in the store, which wasn’t surprising given it was rather late in the evening, approaching nearer to closing time than you expected.

“Oh, hello, sir! Welcome to Lippington’s Exquisite Clothing,” you heard a soft husky voice call out in the distance, breaking the silence as you craned your head to see a slim blonde heading in your direction.

The clack of high heels on the wooden floor grew louder with each step as she approached, her hips swaying as she sauntered through the clothing store to close the distance, forming a small smile on her lips.

When the blonde woman stepped into frame you were met with her beauty at point-blank range. It was fairly unmistakable that her golden locks weren’t natural, not that it made her any less beautiful, not a hair out of place and there must have been a lot of effort put into maintaining such a wondrous shade. You didn’t know a thing about fashion, but the black sequin dress she had on sparkled in the light, doing her small body wonders and fitting perfectly.

It seemed a little risque for a place of employment, showing off bare shoulders and barely covering up her upper chest, but you weren’t one to judge, especially when she pulled it off flawlessly. It wasn’t too tight nor was it or too short, leaving part of her body to the imagination and above else it looked expensive. You’re pretty sure it wasn’t something that could have been picked up off one of the many racks.

Her fingernails were painted dark black, something you always loved on a woman as the color matched her dress, topping it all off with a light shade of red lipstick that made her small lips pop out.

You had to snap out of your haze as you caught yourself staring, frantically darting your eyes around the store in an attempt to not appear rude.

“My name is Jungeun, can I help you find anything?”

“Ah, actually, yes. I’m looking for a present for a woman. She’s young, about your age.”

“Of course, I’d be happy to help. Is she your girlfriend?”

“Uh, not exactly. She’s a good friend of mine,” you said, stumbling over your words as true as they were. You still hadn’t formed any type of relationship with Yerim, and hearing those words out loud brought out several feelings.

The beautiful woman sensed your hesitation in answering her simple question but was eagerly happy to help anyways.

“We have several sections for women to choose from. Is there a style that you think she would be interested in?”

You found yourself caught unprepared by all her questions, even though they were just to help out. Now, whereas Hyejoo was often a sweatpants and t-shirt type of girl, Yerim loved to put in effort into her outfits, even if it was a simple trip to a convenience store.

“She wears dresses a lot. Mostly cute ones.”

“I see. Let me show you some dresses that I can help you pick out that you think she would like.”

The woman led the way as you followed, trying not to focus your attention on her backside as much as you would have liked, stopping at the front of the store in a section with several racks of dresses surrounding a giant mirror.

“Do you know what size your...friend is?” she asked, and you’re pretty sure she was teasing you. You definitely didn’t know Yerim’s size. Hell, you didn’t even know how dress sizes worked.

“No, I don’t,” you said, having a brief moment of panic. You could have asked Hyejoo, but calling her at work was an option if you could have gotten ahold of her.

“I could show you a picture of her, would that help?”

“It’s a start,” she coldly said. You grabbed your phone and looked through several pictures trying to find a suitable one that showed her body off the best, making sure to not accidentally click on the folder of private pictures Yerim had sent for your eyes only.

You came across one of your favorite pictures of Yerim, wearing a cute white flowery dress standing in front of the mirror, looking adorable as usual. You handed Jungeun your phone who stared at it intently for several moments as if she had just seen a ghost.

“Yerim…” she muttered under her breath.

“Oh, do you know her?”

“Yes,” she simply stated, handing you back her phone. “We met at Girl Front Academy and studied together for three years until we went our separate ways. I haven’t talked to her since then, but it seems she’s still sickeningly cute,” Jungeun said, and you couldn’t tell if her reaction was of annoyance or not.

“Her body isn’t too far from mine, but she’s much curvier than I am. She always had better thighs than me,” she said, and this time you could definitely tell she was annoyed as if she were lacking in the body department.

“I’ll show you a few things that should fit her.”

The smile faded from her lips as she went through several clothing racks, picking out a dress from each one that stood out in a completely different look.

“Some of these may not be her style. This one is a little frilly, and this one is maybe a little too revealing,” Jungeun said, letting you see them all. They all had their appeal, and while you could have just gone overboard and bought them all, you didn’t want to seem desperate. You needed to find the perfect dress and had confidence that this woman would help you do just that.

“I like these two,” you said, choosing one that was casual and one that was formal. Jungeun was right, one was too skimpy, too gaudy, and one was too...you couldn’t find the words but there were much better choices. They all looked nice, but the dresses left behind didn't really didn’t match Yerim’s style.

“Both excellent choices,” Jungeun said, holding them up side by side. To her left was a simple purple cocktail dress with a wide neckline and thin straps, which seemed to be about knee-length, ruffled and slightly see-thru at the base. You selfishly wanted it to be much shorter, knowing her luscious thighs being covered up was a crime but remembered this was a gift for her and not you.

The other dress Jungeun held was colorful to say the least. Lace with black at the top, dark red at the end and woven colorful fabric in the middle, equipped with a multitude of gemstones. The dress was much longer than the previous one, given Yerim’s height it would practically be touching the floor, but also had a more elegant touch to it.

To say you had trouble deciding between the two would be an understatement. Given your ignorance, you would have picked the dress on your left based on color alone.

It was a good thing you had someone who seemed to be rather informed on the subject of clothing given that it was her job as she sensed your indecisiveness as your eyes wandered back and forth.

“This one would be good for any occasion, it's thin and comfortable without being too skimpy,” Jungeun said as she held it up higher than the other.

“Now, this one is better suited to dinner parties, weddings, ceremonies, that type of thing. It’ll flatter her body more but she’ll look out of place at a cafe obviously.”

“You have a knack for this, Jungeun.”

“Ah, well, thank you,” she shyly said. “You don’t own your own store for several years without knowing a little something about fashion.”

“You own this place?”

“I do. This’ll be the third year running this place. It’s been a little dead lately, but it’ll kick back up when spring comes.”

Jungeun let out another small smile, and you’re pretty sure her arms were getting tired from holding both dresses up.

“They’re both really nice dresses, but if you still can’t decide I could help out and try them on. I may not have the body that Yerim does, but it’ll look better on me than on a mannequin.”

“You’d do that? That seems like a lot of trouble, you really don’t have to, I’m sure you have plenty of other things to do.”

“It’s not that much trouble, there’s not much else to do as you can see. Might just close up early tonight if nobody else shows up.”

“Thank you, that would be appreciated.”

“It’s no problem. I’ll be back in a bit,” she said, heading towards the fitting room in the corner, taking both dresses with her. You waited just outside the door, taking a seat on the bench not unlike the same way you had for both Hyejoo and Yerim the dozens of times you were dragged away shopping with them.

She didn’t take that long to change into the first dress, walking out of the dressing room looking ready to take the runaway.

“What do you think?” she asked, as she spun around, letting you see every aspect of her in the casual dress.

“It’ll hug her body better, but it fits me nicely. It’ll look nicer with heels of course,” she said, taking note of the fact that she was barefoot. She did look rather nice in it, the dark color offset the brightness of her blonde hair, giving a glimpse at her luscious long legs as she modeled it for you.

“I like it.”

“Don’t choose until you see the other one. I’ll be right back.”

You gave a gentle nod as she disappeared back into the dressing room, and you eagerly waited for her return wanting to see a more close up look of the other dress. You had all but chosen this dress already, the formal dress had its work cut out for it and had some stiff competition.

More time passed than was expected while you waited for her to try on the other dress, not that you felt the need to complain. Maybe she was doing something different with the second dress that required more time as you sat there patiently, wasting time on your phone.

“Hey, uh. I could use some help,” you heard her call through the dressing room stall. You got out of your seat and headed over to her direction to check it out.

“What do you need?” you asked through the other side of the door.

The woman took a second of hesitation to respond. “I think the zipper’s stuck. It won’t budge. It’s unlocked, you can come in. I won’t bite.”

You’re not sure why she added that last part, but you opened the door and stepped inside to see her back to you, the zipper caught at the top of the dress. You grabbed it carefully and inspected it, pulling it down several times to no avail as it refused to work with you, unable to move like when you woke up in the mornings. Nothing worked, and you didn’t want to be too forceful with it.

“It’s not moving.”

Jungeun sighed loudly. “I should have designed this one better.”

“You designed this dress?”

“Yes, most of the clothing in this store is my own design. Anything that’s not is from other designers I know or collaborations.”

“That’s impressive.”

“It’s nothing really, I’ve been doing this my whole life,” she said nonchalantly. “Now, if it’s not going to unstuck itself you’re just going to rip it open.”

“You want me to rip it? There has to be something here we can fix it with.”

“It’ll take too long. Just be suck it up and rip it, I can fix it later.”

“If you insist,” you said, holding on to both sides of the dress you tugged hard on it, tearing the zipper down the middle as the sounds of fabric being torn filled the room as the dress became collateral damage.

“Impressive,” Jungeun said as your attention was on the now ruined dress, the zipper all the way down and dangling off to expose her back.

“Thanks, now let’s hope this other dress doesn’t give us the same type of trouble.”

“I’ll step out,” you said, heading towards the door when Jungeun’s eyes stopped you.

”What, have you’ve never seen a woman undress before?”

“Of course I have, but-”

“But what? It’s not a big deal, but if you’d prefer to wait outside, be my guest. I won’t be long.”

Well, you couldn’t let this opportunity pass you by now.

“I’ll stay then.”

“Good. Enjoy the show.”

With your back flat against the wall Jungeun began undressing, pulling the purple thin straps down her shoulders and hesitating, teasing you for a moment as your eyes met. Taking her time, she slipped her arms out of the purple cocktail dress and slowly peeling it down her body just past her waist, exposing her tight toned midriff.

Jungeun never kept her eyes off you, inching the rest of the dress off her body and wiggling her hips until gravity did the rest. The discarded garment draped around her ankles, leaving her in an alluring pair of simple white underwear, sheer in enough places that still let your imagination run wild. It was quite an unexpected sight.

“Fuck,” you muttered under your breath, trying your best to keep your mouth closed as you let out an audible deep exhale at such a gorgeous woman. Her complexion was beautiful, her skin fair and immaculate and you desperately wanted to reach out and touch her body.

“Judging by the way you can’t stop drooling over me, I’m going to guess you like what you see?”

If seeing her tight body on display wasn’t enough, she had positioned herself (perhaps even strategically so), in front of the mirror, giving you the perfect view of the white thong nestled in between her firm buttcheeks.

“Your turn,” Jungeun said, snapping you out of your trance as she placed her hands on her hips.

“What?”

“It’s not very fair for me to be the only one who’s undressed is it? Come on, I wanna see what you’re packing,” she said, her lips curling into a smirk as she crossed her arms.

Things had certainly escalated. When you walked into this store you hadn’t expected to be seeing the owner in her bra and panties, and you certainly didn’t expect you were about to match her level of nudity.

If you needed any further encouragement, her round dark eyes let you know that she wasn’t joking, and when a woman in her underwear tells you to do something you didn’t dare disappoint.

Taking a deep breath you began unbuttoning your shirt, removing each button until you had stripped it off and tossed it on the ground. Jungeun eyed your bare chest like you were a piece of meat, not unlike the way you had gawked over her earlier.

“Keep going,” she urged, and bit her lip deeply, showing her approval as you unbuckled your belt and unzipped your pants, not wasting time in yanking them off and kicked them away. It was difficult to process. There you were, standing across from a beautiful woman that owned the clothing store you had spontaneously picked, obviously ogling your mostly naked body while you were doing the same in return.

The whole series of events had gotten you so aroused that you hadn’t realized that your shaft had become full mast, sporting an unavoidable bulge through your boxers.

“Do you usually get this hard just by seeing a woman in her underwear?” she teased, as you looked down in embarrassment as your package dying to poke through, your cheeks instantly reddening.

“There’s no need to be embarrassed, it’s perfectly natural,” Jungeun said as she approached your side of the small changing room, closing the distance and cupped your crotch, causing your body to tense up.

“I’d be a little disappointed if you weren’t getting excited,” she said, continuing to squeeze your crotch through your boxers.

"How would you like it if I took everything off?" Jungeun asked, using her free hand to run her hands through her golden locks, ruffling her perfectly styled hair seductively.

“I’m not that easy, you’ll have to at least buy me a drink to get my panties off. But I’ll give you a little something to hold you over,” she said as she slowly dropped to her knees on the stack of clothes that had piled up in the middle of the floor.

Jungeun wanted one thing as she grabbed your boxers and swiftly yanked them down to your ankles, your hard cock throbbing as it was released from its frustrating restraints. Her eyes lit up in excitement as she grabbed your cock and squeezed it with a gentle pressure, delivering slow pleasurable strokes as her thumb rubbed your sensitive swollen tip, making you leak over her slim fingers.

“It’s been so long since I’ve had some good cock. Too long,” Jungeun said as she flattened her tongue against the base of your shaft, slowly drawing upward and taking her time. You let out a soft moan as her pink tongue reached your swollen cockhead, swirling around and planting a wet kiss on your tip that made you shiver in delight.

“You’re so fucking hard,” she said as her wet tongue explored every inch, lapping up every drop that escaped from your leaking slit. Her lips pressed deeply against your throbbing shaft, moving from base to tip and not letting a spot go without a wet kiss that sent tingles up your spine.

“You did this to me,” you replied, and Jungeun answered not with words but with actions as her pouty lips parted with your shaft as it entered her warm mouth, her soft lips squeezing tight around your throbbing flesh as her cheeks hollowed.

“F-fuck, that’s good,” you moaned, leaning back into the dressing room’s wooden wall, as you watched Jungeun work your cock, bobbing her head up and down as her tongue followed, playing with your sensitive underside.

Jungeun’s mouth felt heavenly, her soft cherry lips wrapped tightly around your cock as she pleasured you, focusing on the first few inches of your flesh as she enveloped it with warm and wet sensations that overwhelmed you.

“That feels amazing, d-don’t stop,” you said, as the blonde woman who was practically still a stranger never ceased her oral assault on your cock. Her warm lips left a trail of warm saliva as you felt more of her throat, watching the deep lust in her eyes as she slowly sucked you off.

Shortly after you felt Jungeun’s mouth pushing deeper, her full lips sliding down your wet shaft with ease, distracting you and making you forget everything else. Jungeun wasn’t kidding as she seemed to be deprived of the taste of cock as she hungrily slurped on your shaft, voicing her satisfaction in giving you such a wonderful blowjob.

You couldn’t just stand there and watch the action unfold as you ran your fingers through Jungeun’s pretty blonde hair, guiding her movements as you placed a hand on the back of her head. She took the hint in stride, taking more of you down her throat as she gave your shaft deep satisfying strokes from base to tip, sticking her tongue out to please every inch of you she could.

“Jungeun…fuck,” you moaned, unable to control yourself any longer and grabbed a handful of hair, forming a tight fist around a makeshift ponytail as you used it to assist her into a faster rhythm that she didn’t seem to mind.

You kept Jungeun’s mouth busy, using her ponytail as your personal set of reins to force her mouth to the very end of your base repeatedly, using her mouth without mercy. She gave no sounds of discomfort, if anything she voiced the opposite as she slobbered all over your needy shaft, covering it with her messy drool as her throat was kept filled.

You kept this up for as long as you could, savoring Jungeun’s wet and hot mouth and occasionally gave glances towards the mirror to distract you with her delicious backside as the sounds of her slurping on your cock filled the room that caused you to moan even louder.

“F-fuck, Jungeun, I’m about to cum,” you said, releasing the tight grip you held on her hair as it fell back onto her beautiful shoulders.

“I wonder what you’ll taste like,” Jungeun said as she withdrew your cock from her wet mouth with a loud pop, using her tongue to frantically trace around your swollen tip, pushing you even more over the edge.

Jungeun could sense your climax wasn’t backing down as she took control of your cock, furiously stroking it as she opened her mouth and stuck her pink tongue out as she prepared to finish what she started.

You were almost there as your breathing shallowed, every long stroke from base to tip Jungeun gave your shaft made your balls tighten even more, her tongue flicking against your dripping slit to expedite your impending orgasm.

“J-Jungeun, I’m cumming!” you cried out as her grip tightened, her eyes laser-focused onto you as your throbbing cock shot cum directly onto her wet tongue and into the back of her mouth as she emptied you.

Multiple thick spurts of cum fired from your tip that caused you to moan with need, each feeling better than the last as a milky white pool collected on Jungeun's wet tongue as she worked your shaft, making sure to drain your balls thoroughly.

Jungeun made sure she squeezed out every drop as she kept her mouth open, making a show of swirling your fresh load, sloshing it around before she closed her mouth. You watched the beautiful sight of Jungeun's throat gulping as she swallowed it all.

“Not bad, I guess,” she said, displaying her now empty pink tongue and licked her lips, sucking the sensitive tip of your depleted shaft to make sure there were no more remnants left, forcing a reaction that made your entire body shake.

Jungeun stood back up and gave your cock a few final strokes, making sure she kept a tight grip with every twist that drove you crazy.

"Okay, get out,” she abruptly said, as you leaned back against the wall in exhaustion.

“W-what?” you replied, trying to catch your breath as you picked out which clothes were yours from the discarded pile.

“I have to close this place up, it’s late and there are a lot of things that have to get done. You can leave after you get dressed.”

“What about the dress? I still need to buy Yerim something.”

“You can pick it up tomorrow, I'll hold it for you. You wanted this one didn’t you?”

“Y-yes, it’ll look good on her.”

“No, it’ll look great on her. We close at ten, show up anytime before that.”

“Can I at least get your number?”

“Ugh, fine I guess,” she said as you dug your phone out of your pants that you hadn’t bothered to put back on.

“Hope you enjoyed that. I don’t do that often, I just felt bad,” she said as she keyed in her number into your phone.

“You felt bad? That must be why I can see that wet spot on the front of your panties, Jungeun,” you said, and she quickly broke eye contact, embarrassed by her obvious enjoyment.

“You can let yourself out.”

Jungeun grabbed her clothes and left without another word, giving you one last glance at her perfect rear as she left the dressing room. You got dressed in a rush, not wanting to stay any longer and excited the clothing store, still feeling the fatigue setting in.

✦✦

Work kept you at the office longer than you had planned to be, which always seemed to always be the case, something that couldn’t be helped. After finishing tedious paperwork and last minute preparations for the next day you didn’t step out of the building until roughly after nine p.m and headed straight towards Jungeun’s clothing store, not bothering to change your clothes.

You made your entrance as quiet as possible, which wasn’t that difficult given she was finishing ringing up a customer as patiently waited for their transaction to finish up, casually browsing the clothing selection in the meantime.

“Didn’t think you were going to show up,” you heard, the unmistakable husky voice of Jungeun as she approached your area of the store. Her outfit was a little less flashy today, wearing a tight white top that showed off the outline of her breasts and very short jean shorts that showed off her amazingly long legs.

“Had a lot of work to finish before I could come here.”

“I know that feeling,” she said as she grabbed the purple dress you had decided on from behind the register.

“Don’t worry, this isn’t the same dress from yesterday, that one has been repurposed. This size should fit her, but if it doesn’t feel free to return it.”

“I’m sure it’ll fit her just fine. You know what you’re doing,” you said.

“I’d like to think so. You can go ahead and swipe your card now.”

“It’s cheaper than the price tag was yesterday,” you said as you inserted your card back into your wallet, putting in your pin number and completing the transaction.

“I threw in a discount. Think of it as a present from me to Yerim,” she said, batting her eyelashes as her lips formed a sweet smile.

“Thank you, Jungeun. That was very generous of you.”

“It’s not what you think. I’m just doing this as a favor, I don’t like you or anything,” Jungeun said as she bagged your gift for Yerim and handed it to you.

“I’m sure she’ll love it. Have a good night, Jungeun.”

You took your next step but before you could even finish placing your foot down Jungeun grabbed your wrist, keeping you in place.

“Aren’t you going to buy me that drink?” she asked, gently squeezing your arm with her small hand as you looked down at her pretty fingernails.

You didn’t typically drink on a Thursday night, but you also didn’t typically get a blowjob in a dressing room from a beautiful woman. It’s not like you couldn’t use it either, work continued to pile up and you hadn’t even had a chance to depressurize from it all.

“Okay, I’d like to buy you a drink, Jungeun.”

“Good, because I could certainly use one. Maybe even two.”

“I know the perfect place.”

“I’ll need to finish up here, looks like nobody else is showing up so I can get started on closing. Send me the address, I’ll meet you there in an hour.”

✦✦

Just a little over an hour later you pulled up a chair in a familiar place, taking a seat at the counter in your favorite dive bar you had been to dozens of times - both yourself and with the company of Yerim and Hyejoo. Taking a look around there was both familiarity and a lack thereof to the place.

New paintings had been hung, the walls painted with a fresh coat paint that made the place pop, and the rickety wooden stools had been replaced with fancier black ones, adding a hint of sophistication to the joint. It still needed tons of work but it was a start.

“Hey stranger. Haven’t seen you in a while,” you heard a distinctive deep voice speak out, one that could only belong to your favorite bartender Heejin. Your eyes met as she flashed a beautiful smile as she wiped down the counter.

“Work has kept me away from this place,” you said, as Heejin’s lips formed a deep out on her features. It was difficult to see in the dim lights, but her hair had been dyed a lighter shade of brown, making her more beautiful than the last time you came here.

“You here alone? I’m used to seeing you with those two cute girls,” she said, putting up bottles of alcohol and restocking clear straws on the counter.

“I’m waiting for someone. Met her yesterday.”

“Ooh, how exciting. Tell me all about her,” Heejin said as she leaned forward, capturing your attention.

“I don’t know that much about her yet other than she’s a fashion designer. She owns her own clothing store downtown by the pier.”

“Wow, that’s impressive. I’m sure she’s lovely. Can I get you started on anything while you wait?”

“I’ll just take a beer for now.”

“Coming right up!”

No more than a few seconds later Heejin placed down an ice cold mug directly in front of you filled to the brim with just a touch of foam. You slipped a few dollars in her stuffed tip jar, earning an ear to ear grin as she excused herself.

Moments later the seat next to you became occupied, the familiar perfume wafting through your nostrils that could be one person, Jungeun.

“Sorry I’m late, I had some last minute customers I had to deal with,” she said, placing her large purse on the bar counter in front of her.

“Oh, don’t worry about it. I’m glad you could make it,” you said, taking your first sip of beer and wiping the foam from your lips.

“This place is a bit of a dump, isn’t it?” Jungeun bluntly said, not mincing her words.

“I don’t come here for the atmosphere.”

“Why do you come here then?” she asked, as Heejin came back and bent over to grab something off of the lower shelf, her tight pants doing her body justice as she flashed a smile as she rose up.

“Oh I see why,” she said, letting out a loud chuckle as she covered her mouth with her hand.

“That’s not it,” you insisted. “I like the drinks here. It’s not as bad as it used to be.”

“Well, I’d hate to see how bad it looked before,” she said, rolling her eyes as she signaled Heejin over.

“Hi there! What can I get you?”

“A glass of red wine please.”

Heejin was nothing but diligent and before you could blink Jungeun was inspecting her half-filled glass of dark red wine, determined to find something wrong with it before indulging. For some reason she didn’t seem like a wine girl to you, but to be fair you didn’t know much about her other than she gave a spectacular blowjob.

“You’ve slept with her, haven’t you?” Jungeun said out of the blue, swirling her glass around before taking her first taste.

“What?” you said, nearly choking on your malty beverage.

“The cute girl with the brown hair. The way she looks at you makes me think she’s done more than serve you a drink,” Jungeun teased, crossing her legs.

You sighed loudly. “What are you a mind reader? Yes, I may have seen her naked on an occasion...or three.”

“No, it just seemed rather obvious. Who you sleep with isn’t my business though,” Jungeun said, and you swore there was a hint of jealousy in her tone as she swirled her drink in the dim light and watched the red liquid sloshing around.

Jungeun looked around, unsatisfied at what she saw. Clearly she was used to a higher stand of establishment. Her wine glass was already half-finished, she quickly threw her head back and poured the rest down her mouth, and you can’t say you ever saw someone drink wine like that.

“I’m tired of this place. Let’s get out of here.”

“We just got here-”

“And I know a better place we can go that doesn’t have bad music. ”

“Where exactly would that be?”

“My apartment,” Jungeun replied, flashing seductive bedroom eyes.

“If you were that eager we could have just skipped this part.”

“What, and miss out on a free drink? That’s the only reason I showed up.”

“Oh, and here I was thinking it was because you enjoyed my company.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself. I-It’s not like I wanted you to fuck me,” Jungeun said, making a show out of fixing her hair as she left her chair and grabbed her purse.

“I’ll meet you outside, thanks for the drink.”

Jungeun became harder to read with every minute you knew her. One minute she was batting her eyes and flirting with you and touching your shoulder, the next she barely seemed interested in you. It didn’t matter too much as you just had a personal invitation to her place and that was your golden ticket. You had barely touched your drink but that didn’t seem as important anymore as you paid your tab and left Heejin a generous tip as always.

“Guess someones getting lucky tonight,” Heejin teased as she waved goodbye, and you weren’t quick sure what you were getting yourself into.

A short ten minute taxi ride and you were following Jungeun up a set of stairs and waiting for her to unlock her apartment door.

“It’s not much, but it’s cozy,” she said as she bent down to remove her heels as you slipped your own shoes off and gently placed them carefully on the ground.

“I’ll give you a quick tour,” she said, gesturing for you to follow her as you took a quick look around. The living room was small but decorated with various paintings and a white leather couch big enough for multiple people, with small black throw pillows on either end. Underneath the glass coffee table was a huge blue rug and a pink makeup pouch left behind.

“Here’s the kitchen. I don’t cook much,” she said as her bare feet walked through black marble tile floors that looked spotless. It wasn’t the fanciest kitchen, but you would have loved to make a meal here sometime. In the center was a small kitchen island and a few stools, the counter wiped clean and a bowl of delicious looking fruit that you couldn’t tell was fake or not.

Jungeun led you past the kitchen as you looked at the various appliances she had gathered, a high-end blender caught your eye that rivaled those you had seen at cafes.

“Here's the bathroom,” she said, a huge assortment of various types of makeup lined the counter, once again perfectly clean as if she was expecting a visitor. Her shower was quite spacious, it was definitely the first time you’d seen one large enough to have two showerheads. The wall was patterned with black tile that contrasted nicely with the rest of the white bathroom.

“Last stop,” Jungeun said as she took several steps ahead of you, giving you the chance to take in her body as her hips swayed and you watched her long legs.

“And this is where you’ll be fucking me,” Jungeun bluntly said as she stopped at her bedroom.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, Miss Jungeun.”

“And why’s that?” Jungeun asked as she took a step towards you, closing the distance as she placed her hands on your shoulder.

“Who says I’m going to fuck you here? You’ve got a nice kitchen, a living room…”

Jungeun leaned in and planted a deep kiss on your lips, the taste of her lingering as she pulled back and you could see the lust in her eyes.

“You’re convincing me.”

“Then let me convince you a little more,” she said as she spun around on her heels and walked away from you, disappearing into the bathroom and shutting the door, leaving her out of sight. She didn’t spend much time inside, dramatically opening the door and came out in a luxurious white bathrobe as she appeared back in view.

“You should have a seat for this,” Jungeun said with a mischievous smile on her features as you did as instructed, taking a seat on her bed and feeling her silk sheets as you leaned back.

Jungeun made sure she had your full attention as she slowly began to untie the cotton belt around her waist, opening up as she draped it off her broad shoulders as it fell to the carpet underneath her.

The sight displayed in front of you was nothing but breathtaking, causing your jaw to drop as Jungeun’s perfect tight body was dressed in the sexiest pair of lacy red lingerie that left very little to the imagination.

“Red looks amazing on you.”

“It happens to be my favorite color,” Jungeun said, as your eyes feasted on her stunning body, unable, nothing could lose your focus. The dark red color contrasted perfectly with her milky skin. Her breasts were pushed up nicely, showing off her wide hips and delicious legs that never seemed to end.

“Are you just going to sit there and stare, or are you going to come touch me?”

That was the only invitation as you lifted your body off the mattress as your hands were practically magnetized to her body. You started at her thighs, feeling how soft they felt against your palms as you moved to her deadly hips, nothing but satisfied at how good they felt to grip.

You couldn’t help yourself one bit as you snaked around her waist and squeezed her ass with both hands, pulling her towards you and grabbing as much as you could, thankful for the fact that Jungeun loved to wear skimpy thongs. Your palms were full of her soft flesh as you kneaded them, giving her beautiful backside a loud slap that echoed and made her gasp.

“F-fuck,” Jungeun said, her words light and airy as you moved to the front of her body, up her toned midriff and up to her chest, squeezing her perky breasts through the annoying piece of fabric keeping you from them.

“Jungeun,” you said with a lowered voice as you tempted her with the idea of kiss, tilting your head as you licked her neck and whispered in her ear.

“I’m dying to fuck you.”

“P-please. You’re making me so wet,” she whimpered desperately as you buried yourself in the crook of her neck, sucking on the soft skin there with no intention to stop. Jungeun was giving herself to you in no time, letting out soft erotic moans as you nibbled on her beautiful neck.

“God, you’re so gorgeous.”

“T-thank you,” Jungeun replied as her cheeks blushed a shade of faded red as she anticipated what was next.

“Can I take this off?” you asked as you slipped a finger underneath one of her bra straps, as it practically screamed to be let loose.

“Y-yes, please take everything off me. I want you to see every inch of me.”

Her voice was just the ticket you needed as you found the clasp of her bra and unhooked it, keeping eye contact with Jungeun as you slipped the thin straps off her shoulders and tossed it out of view.

Your pants tightened as you saw Jungeun’s exposed breasts for the first time, small yet powerfully perky, not unlike Yerim. You gave several teasing licks on her nipples, causing a series of whiny moans to leave her lips as you focused on one breast, pinching the other as your lips slurped and nibbled freely.

“G-god, just fuck me already,” Jungeun begged, and it seemed she didn’t share your patience in wanting to take your time with her.

“You need it that bad?”

“Y-yes. I want you to ruin me,” she said as she looked at you doe-eyed, lips quivering as she wanted to give herself to you fully.

“I’ll be happy to then,” you said as you tilted her chin up and gave her lips one deep tender embrace, rubbing your hand across her soft cheek.

“Hold on, one more thing,” Jungeun said as scurred into her huge walk-in closet and disappeared inside it. She emerged after a few moments with something unseen in her hands as she came back into view.

Jungeun grabbed your wrist and flipped it around, dropping a bundle of red braided rope onto your palm as she shyly smiled.

“What do you expect me to do with this?” you asked, playing dumb as you felt the soft fabric of the rope.

“I want to be tied up and fucked. What else would you do with it?” she asked, biting her lip in anticipation.

“Only if you want to of course,” she added.

“I want to,” you said. You definitely wanted to. You had Heejin to mostly blame for unlocking this side out of you.

You stared into her eyes intently for one intense moment before abruptly grabbing her hips and spinning her around, admiring her naked back and her barely covered asscheeks. Jungeun’s breath hitched as you grabbed her delicate wrists and pulled them behind her back, wrapping them both in beautiful red rope as you bound them together tightly,

“Too tight?” you asked, resting a hand against her toned back and caressing her skin.

“Not at all,” she replied as you spun her back around as your eyes met, and you couldn’t help but smile that Jungeun was now at your mercy. You took advantage of this right away and roamed her body with your hands, squeezing her breasts and moving downward as you brought two fingers against her clothed heat, confirming the wetness of her cunt that was soaking through her panties.

“Safe word?” you asked as pressed two fingers against her clothed core as her legs twitched.

“Eclipse.”

“Good, then let’s get started,” you said as you helped her lower to her knees as she pressed into the carpet as you began undressing, scattering clothes around Jungeun’s body until you were left in your boxers. Your bulge poked through the material desperate to be freed, a stark reminder of the previous day

“Look what you did, Jungeun,” you said with a smirk on your lips, admiring her half-naked body as she was at your whims. Her skin grew warmer as she knelt patiently as you removed your underwear, slick dripping down her thighs and making the only piece of clothing left on even wetter.

Jungeun admired your cock with a hunger like no other as you grabbed it and slapped her pretty face with it, letting her suck your swollen tip for several seconds before removing it, causing a cute pout to form on her features.

“Don’t be greedy,” you said, caressing the side of her cheek and watching the need in her eyes.

You couldn’t help admire how pretty Jungeun was as you rubbed her soft lips with one finger, and without asking she instinctively sucked on your fingers sensually. She had a wanton need for anything inside her mouth as her lips and tongue wrapped around your fingers with the same amount of desire she had given to your cock.

Jungeun slurped hungrily on your fingers as you pushed them in deeper, moving past both knuckles and creating a slow rhythm as she gagged but her eyes begged for more as you felt her warm messy saliva seeping everywhere, making a mess everywhere.

You waited just a little longer, letting Jungeun continuously suckle on your fingers until you felt she had enough, wiping her leftover saliva down her neck and chest as you gave her stiffened rosy nipples one more pinch.

“That’s all you get for now,” you said as you helped her stand upright and lifted her frame onto the bed. Jungeun did what she could to assist as you positioned her on her knees with her ass raised as her face plopped down on the sheets, resting her chin on the mattress.

You took your position behind Jungeun’s bent over body, the thin piece of fabric nestled between her ass being the only barrier between you and nirvana. The flimsy piece of underwear was almost as dark as blood but did little to hide the wet spot soaking through, and it was hard to focus your eyes on a single part of her tight body, or the way her hands were tied behind her back.

Your hands explored Jungeun’s backside, her skimpy thong was a poor excuse to cover up any skin as you fondled her cheeks. You almost didn’t want to remove such a daring garment from her body, it looked too good on her. The thought occurred to push it to the side, giving you the best of both worlds but your animalistic urges took over instead as you grabbed the thin piece of fabric and tore it right off her body.

Jungeun gasped loudly as you tossed the ruined pair of underwear away, every inch of her body now exposed for you and all it took was one look down at her beautiful pink pussy to make your erection even stronger than you thought was possible.

Taking one more look down, Jungeun had already spread her legs for you as you grabbed your shaft and lined it with her entrance, rubbing her pink pussy lips with your swollen tip as you felt her wetness collecting on it.

“P-please, just fuck me, already. Use me!” Jungeun begged, which only motivated you to keep up the teasing, slipping yourself dangerously close to entering her and withdrawing at the last moment just to hear her whimpering moans.

“F-fuck, please!” Jungeun continued to plead, and you felt a hint of pity for her desperation and nudged yourself against her pussy, the heat radiating off her body begging you to enter her.

Just a few more seconds of teasing was all you could take - you needed her just as bad, and in one perfectly smooth movement you popped your hips and entered her, both of you overwhelmed by a hundred different sensations.

“Oh god,” Jungeun said as you moaned simultaneously, watching your tip being swallowed up by her suffocatingly tight pussy. You took a moment to let it all sink in before moving, the initial warmth and wetness surrounding your cock taking your breath away.

You didn’t remember how long you took, it could have been just a few seconds or several minutes to get used to the intense sensations as you started thrusting inside Jungeun, her silky warm flesh clinging tight as you grabbed her hips and found a rhythm, picking up speed gradually.

“F-fuck, your cock feels so good, stretch my pussy out, p-please ruin me!” Jungeun begged, her naked body at your mercy. There wasn’t much point in taking your time when both of you wanted the opposite, Jungeun’s intoxicating warmth enticing you to not keep your sluggish pace for long.

With a bruising grip on her satisfying hips, you no longer felt the need to be gentle with her and intensified your pace with every stroke, bottoming her out every time as her delicious cunt squeezed your throbbing shaft, keeping her pussy plenty filled.

The rhythm grew and grew as did the lust and desire in the room as your hips hurled against Jungeun’s ass, leaving the harsh sounds of flesh smacking against flesh that was music to your ears.

“P-pound me, f-fucking pound my pussy,” Jungeun said, her words now muffled into her pillows as your pistoning hips gave powerful thrusts as deep as you could fit your cock.

“I need to hear you, Jungeun. You’re so wet, you like being fucked like this?” you asked, grabbing a rough handful of golden hair and tangling it around your fingers, tugging back on it harshly to free her head from the comfort of her pillows.

“F-fuck yes, please keep using me!”

Her lustful words washed away any worries you were being too rough with her as you gripped a fistful of hair tighter, keeping her head upright as her pussy clenched in approval. Jungeun moaned even louder as your vigorous thrusts continued, her juices spilling out of her cunt so freely as the arousal was heavy in the air.

Jungeun’s moans turned into loud husky screams as you kept a handful of pretty hair clenched, pounding into her hole carelessly as you glanced down at her bound wrists and releasing one of your hands from her hips and without warning slapped her tight ass.

Her flesh rippled hypnotically, encouraging another slap to her behind on the other side as her walls pulsated in response.

“Harder, make it hurt,” Jungeun said, a mixture of demanding and begging and you weren’t going to back down as you winded back your arm and swung hard against her cheeks, the delicious echo of your palm striking her cheeks until the color began to match the restraints around her tied wrist.

Jungeun let out deep satisfied moans after each smack against her now tender flesh, the clench of her cunt matching the rhythm of your forceful strikes of her backside. The color of her cheeks grew darker and tears formed in her eyes from such pleasurable pain. WIth every few slaps you gave her sensitive red flesh a squeeze, rubbing out the sting until you upped the impact of flesh on flesh.

Your only regret was you were unable to see the satisfaction in Jungeun’s gorgeous eyes, but if the way her pussy was dripping all over your cock you knew she was loving every second of it.

Giving Jungeun’s bright red cheeks a break, you used your hands to explore what skin you had access to, running your hands up and down her back, feeling the sweat dripping off it as you fucked her mercilessly, the hard smack of the headboard slamming into the wall with every thrust.

“Does that feel good, Jungeun? Do you like being fucked like a little slut?”

“Y-yes, I love when you fuck me like a toy, please don’t stop,” Jungeun said with strangled words, too lost in the pleasure to think of anything else.

You released the grip on her hair, letting strands fall to her shoulders that stuck to her sweaty back as you prepared for your next step, grabbing her hips and pushing her down until she was flat on her stomach and her knees pressed into the sheets.

Your thrusts came fast and loose as your legs were spread onto either side of Jungeun's body as you fucked her senseless in this position, able to achieve a deeper sense of penetration that drove you crazy.

It didn't take long to become unhinged, your pace wild and reckless as you held on to the sides of her ass for leverage, slamming repeatedly without any concern as the room filled up with her needy moans.

"Oh my god, you're so deep! Fuck me just like this, please fuck me just this, oh fuck, oh fuck!"

Jungeun's cries threw gasoline on the flames of passion as you used more power in your hips, and you were content to make sure she couldn't walk for a week as you railed her into the mattress.

You swore the bed was about to give out, and you didn't give a damn and only focused on the hot dripping flesh you were spearing yourself into.

"You fuck me so well, holy shit! I'm so close!"

“Good, cum for me you greedy slut. Cum all over this fucking cock,” you said, as sweat drenched your forehead, the air in the room growing harder to take in. Jungeun could barely remember where she was, her mouth constantly agape as drool spilled out of her lips, moaning breathlessly as the fire in her abdomen grew and grew.

“Ah! I-I’m cumming!” Jungeun said, barely able to form words at this point, powerless to do anything else. Her pussy pulsated uncontrollably around your shaft as you kept the same relentless pace as she creamed all over you, the warm flood of juices spilling onto your crotch as she came hard, toes curling behind you and her thighs visibly shaking.

Jungeun let out a slew of profanities as her orgasm hit her like a train, and you didn’t let up one second and fucked her through every intense second, the loss of her limbs to grab hold of anything drove her insane as her labored breathing filled your eardrums, every moment of pleasure almost causing her to black out.

“H-holy shit,” Jungeun managed to say as her high gradually faded, the aftershocks in her body firing off every so often that she could hardly catch a breath, her thighs flushed and stained with slick, overflowing on her silk sheets underneath your sweaty bodies.

Jungeun’s wonderful orgasm came to a close, and now it was your turn as you grabbed her bound wrists and held them tight, steering yourself towards your much needed bliss as you gave it your all. Her pussy was so deliciously wet after her climax, lubricating your harsh movements inside her thoroughly fucked cunt and sending spikes of pleasure everywhere throughout your body.

You gave her the final pounding she deserved, her pussy stuffed with every inch of hard flesh as you moved furiously inside her, wringing out all the pleasure out of her body that you could take until you felt that familiar and welcome tightness in your core that signaled the end.

“Jungeun, I’m about to fucking cum,” you growled, endlessly fucking into her warm hole to coerce your orgasm on a path to pleasure with no brakes.

“Cum wherever, on me or in me, please just cum for me,” Jungeun said, and you took no time to figure out just where you wanted to do that.

Savoring the final moments, you gave a few more hammering thrusts into Jungeun’s body before you withdrew from her warmth, pulling her up and helping her off to the side of the bed as she took position on her knees, her arms still tied behind her as she anxiously awaited the finale.

You had Jungeun just where you wanted her as she had the biggest grin on her features as you stroked your cock from base to tip, and she knew just where your load was going and licked her lips.

“Are you going to paint my face?” she asked, already knowing the answer as you stroked furiously in response, planning on using her as your canvas.

“Give me your cum, please cum on my face, please. Cover me in your thick load, please please please, cum all over my face, I need it so fucking bad,” Jungeun desperately begged, her needy words being the one last thing that set you off.

It took less than a few strokes for you to erupt as you unloaded all over Jungeun’s gorgeous face. You let out loud satisfied groans and fired your first thick shot of cum that landed on her forehead, ending up in her disheveled hair.

You emptied your balls all over her cheeks, her full lips, her cute nose and chin as you squeezed out every last drop, not letting anything go to waste as her face was covered in pearly white, the look of satisfaction in her eyes as you were drained.

Jungeun licked what she could, frustrated with her hands still tied up and out of commission as the mess you had just deposited on her stunning face began to drip down slowly, spilling off her chin and onto her chest as you collected yourself and tried to regain your breath.

She had never looked more beautiful.

Jungeun leaned forward as you guided your cock one more time into her mouth as she cleaned you off, gently sucking your sensitive tip dry with your load staining her face. You took one more moment to admire your handiwork before untying her wrists.

“You okay?” you asked as she regained the use of her hands, the first thing she did with them was to stroke your softening cock, giving one more wet kiss.

“I’m great now,” she said, heavily breathing as you exchanged tired smiles.

“You really covered me. I don’t think I’ve ever felt such a huge load,” Jungeun giggled as you sat on the edge of the bed, nearly collapsing on it.

“I only have you to blame for that,” you said.

“I’ll go get cleaned up. You can join me if you want, or you can rest here. Either way you better be ready for another round,” she said, slow to stand upright as she turned into her now ever familiar pose, her hands on her hips with a stern look in her eyes.

“You’re insatiable, Jungeun,” you said, still struggling to find your breath again.

“N-no, I’m not. It’s not like I enjoyed your cock inside me,” she scoffed, spinning on her heels as she disappeared into her bathroom.

You still felt the tingles of your intense climax as you looked around the room, sinking into the sheets and wondered what else she Jungeun wanted, or rather what she wanted you to do to her.

You’d just have to be patient and find out.

[finelinevogue]

We need more Bella and Megan content!!! Insta posts were so cuutee!!! Maybe a blurb abt the relationship between Megan and the family?? It could be interesting… I imagine then being a very open and close knit family u know, where they can talk freely about anything,and yes including sex, and I think it could be interesting to see how maybe bella needs some advice/want to talk to someone about being intimate w her gf and doesn’t know how to bring that up to her family bc she is embarrassed and doesn’t want to make anyone uncomfortable?? I’ve never read a doc like this, or where one of the kid is not straight (only w/ Harry or the reader being bi) and yeah it should be written abt more.

megan and belle are sooo cute yes! ok let’s see where this goes!! hope you have fun reading;

belle - 18

“Will you stop faffing, you look beautiful honey.”

You slapped Belle’s hands from playing with her outfit again. Tonight you and Harry were properly meeting Megan for the first time, by taking them out for a meal at this new Thai restaurant down the road. Belle had been worrying all evening as she was getting ready, coming downstairs multiple times to show off outfits to you so you could give them your honest opinion. It didn’t help her when you said she looked beautiful in all of them. Belle wasn’t into playing “girly” dress-up, but she thought that putting effort in for her girlfriend, tonight, might be a good idea. So she’d finally decided on some denim jeans, a basic top and then one of Harry’s old blazers. She looked amazing.

“Just so nervous.”

“Why? You like them, right?” You asked, adding on a bit of lipstick, whilst you were sat at the table of this fancy restaurant.

“Yeah. Like really like them.” Belle emphasised, shrugging off the blazer as she was becoming too hot with nerves.

“Well then we’ll really like them too. We trust you.” Harry butted in, sitting as close to you as he could whilst sat in these chairs. Before you’d managed to sit down at the table he’d moved your chair along to be closer to his, meaning he could slink his arm around the back of your chair and have his hand in your lap if he wanted to. Even after all these years he still knew how to make you feel especially loved.

Belle’s phone pinged and it made her freak. “Oh god, it’s Meg. They’re here.”

“Okay, B. Calm down and go and get them from outside, we’ll just order some wine or something.” You ordered her softly, trying to put your daughter more at ease. She was more nervous than you imagine Megan would be.

Your daughter stood up from the table, both you and Harry smiling at her. “Okay.” She pushed her chair in behind her and about to walk off, but she quickly turned back to you both, “Remember; Megan Dover, they/them pronouns and don’t mention anything about astrology otherwise we will be dead before we leave this table,okay?”

You both chuckled at her, loving how she was so aware of her girlfriend and the things that were important to them. “Okay love. Now stop fussing and go.” Harry shooed his hand and his daughter away from the table. She turned back around to flash you two thumbs up and you both smiled at her, watching your all-grown-up baby walk away.

“We’ve done well Styles.” You turned to face him, to find he was already admiring you, thinking about the wonder life you’d both created and the wonderful children that had been a product of it.

“Was just thinking the same thing, m’heart.” He smiled and leaned in to kiss you, pressing his lips onto your lipstick-stained ones. He didn’t care if his lips became painted a different colour because of it, he would never miss the opportunity to give his beautiful wife a deserving kiss. He loved you too damn much.

You cupped his chin and he tightened his arm around you, that had been slunk around the back of your chair. He squeezed your thigh three times in signal for saying ‘I love you’ without any words needing to be spoke. You tapped his chin three times in return. Everyone always hated how loved up you two were, but really you just think they’re jealous of how perfect your relationship is. Sure you have your ups and downs, but isn’t that what makes it so perfect? You pulled away and looked into his dreamy eyes, kissing him once more for good luck, before returning your attention to your glass of water for a drink.

“Thirsty?” He asked you, keeping you close.

“Mhm. All that talking I was doing this afternoon on the phone to that bloody insurance company.”

“You did give them a piece of y’mind though, love. You were a lot more civil than I would’ve been.” Harry chuckled, waving his hand to catch one of the waiters attention.

“Seriously though? Nearly charged us an extra £1,000 for a service charge. Bloody fuckers.” You sighed and put your water back on the table after taking a lengthy sip.

“£1,000 isn’t really that mu—” He didn’t finish his sentence though because he caught sight of your stern face and knew exactly what you were thinking. You hated when he talked about money as if it wasn’t a problem, because you didn’t want your kids to grow up with that ideology. “You know what? They’re bastards and i’m proud of you for handling them so well.” He kissed you again and then the waited came over, stopping you from having a go at him for being cheeky. You pinched his leg in respond and he caught your hand, holding it tightly in his as if a warning for you to stop.

“Evening Sir. How can I help?” He asked politely, his serving towel draped over his forearm.

“A bottle of y’cheapest red wine please.”

“Certainly Sir.” And the waited was gone.

“Cheapest?” You asked confused, making Harry turn back towards you.

“Well it’d be a bit hypocritical of us to ask for our favourite bottle of wine, which is £1,000 darling, now wouldn’t it?” He smirked at you, knowing he’d played you just perfectly.

“Such a git.” You scoffed in pretend offence and then kissed him again too make sure that he knew you weren’t mad.

You both sat back and looked in the direction which now you could see Belle walking back over to you from where she’s gone to fetch Megan. Belle was guiding them book, Megan following closely behind her, and they were holding hands. They looked completely adorable and you wanted to just rush your camera out and snap loads of photos of them to remember this moment. Yes, you were that mum who takes a photo of everything and anything when it came to your children. You even had an album on your phone dedicated to your children’s haircuts… You leg started to shake nervously in anticipation.

“Calm down you!” Harry laughed quietly, just incase the two girls could hear you. Harry stood up out of his chair first and held out his hand for you to follow. He made sure your chair didn’t tip back as you stood and kept ahold of your hand as they approached you both.

You caught Belle’s eye and you could how happy she was from the twinkle within.

“Mum, Dad, this is Megan,” Belle introduces you all, Megan still stood slightly behind her, “Meg, this is my mum, Y/N and my dad, Harry.”

Harry was the first one to cross his hand over the table. “Lovely to meet you Megan.”

“And you Mr Styles, but please just call me Meg.” They shook hands together and Harry smiled at them warmly, wanting to make her feel as part of the family as possible. He was good at that.

“Well then then you, please, call me Harry. Makes me feel old otherwise.” His joke made the table laugh and ease any nervousness that had been there before.

“That’s because you are old, dad.” Belle added cheekily.

“Oi watch it you. Don’t think I won’t embarrass you in front of your girlfriend.” He raised his eyebrows teasingly and pointed sternly at his daughter, who did pack quite the punch with her snarky responses sometimes.

“I’m counting on it Harry.” Megan laughed, which made everyone chuckle again. Megan was such an easy girl to get along with and it was clear that they made Belle a very happy person, for that you indebted to them.

“And nice to see you Meg.” You shook your hands with Megan as Harry and Belle continued to banter over the table. You were sat opposite Megan, Harry next to you and Belle diagonally opposite you. You and Megan both sat down before Harry and Belle did.

“Likewise Mrs Styles,” you gave them a look which had them chuckling as they corrected themselves, “Y/N, sorry! Are they usually like this?” They asked you, watching Belle and Harry talk about some absolute rubbish.

“Oh don’t even start! They wind each other up all the time. Drive me up the bloody wall they do!” You laughed and you felt calmer when Megan laughed too. “Wine?” You offered them, having had the bottle delivered whilst you were all being introduced to each other.

“Yes please.” They smiled and held out the glass to help you pour. You poured them a generous glass and then followed by pouring yourself one too.

You weren’t blinded by the beauty of Megan. They had strong-loving brown eyes and blonde hair that seemed to be toned down with brunette roots. They had a simple face with perfectly plucked eyebrows and a fiercely sharp jawline. They were just very naturally pretty, that you could tell. They were wearing similar to Belle actually, which made you think they’d coordinated their outfits - your inner mum was freaking out over the soft thought. You and Harry often liked to coordinate outfits too, like tonight - both of you were wearing navy blue.

“You want wine B?” Meg asked Belle, breaking her away from the pointless conversation with her dad.

“What? Oh, yes, yes please.” Belle responded, shifting closer towards Meg and holding their hand again. They kept their public displays of affection to themselves, a bit like you and Harry had originally been. You filled up your daughters glass, but passed on filling up Harrys glass because he was driving home tonight.

“So what do you plan on studying at university Meg?” You started the conversation with the easiest question you could.

“Marine Biology.” They answered and you could tell they were clearly excited by the tone of happiness in their voice. You didn’t miss the squeeze of pride that Belle gave them either.

“That sounds good! Where abouts are you going to study?”

“Newcastle, actually.” Meg went quiet and you understood why, because Belle was going to the exact same university to study Engineering.

“Oh really?” Harry asked, pretending to be surprised but it definitely came through sarcastically - this earned him a kick under the table from his daughter.

“Oh shut up!” Belle rolled her eyes and Meg smiled at her playfulness with her family, it made them really happy that their girlfriend had such a loving and special family.

You were so not ready to send off your daughter to university, because she was your final baby to leave the safe nest of the Styles home and it was just going to be you and Harry left. You were excited for the time you’d have with him, but you were sad to see you final child leave you. You were even more excited for Belle to be going out and adventuring the world as she wanted to. She was going to do great things and you couldn’t be prouder of her. It eased you to know that at least Meg would be their with her - almost like a home away from home.

“You have any brothers or sisters Meg?” You asked.

“I have a younger sister, but she’s evil.” Meg laughed, before taking a sip of their wine.

“Evil how? ‘Cause my children are the exact same.” Harry spoke sincerely as if one of his children weren’t sat directly in front of him. It earned him another kick to his legs from his daughter. “See? Evil.” Everyone laughed, Belle just sulked.

“Well Ivy just terrorises everyone and anyone. She’s just evil.”

“Belle ain’t much better i’m afraid.”

“Dad! Meg is going to leave me if you keep painting me out to be an arsehole.” Belle rolled her eyes, but was brought out of her strop by Megan who brought her hand up to press their lips on her skin.

“Can’t chase me away that easily Belle.”

And it was that moment that you knew that Belle had found a forever partner in Megan, just as you had found in Harry.

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Featuring: Avengers

Word count: 5k

Warning: some swearing, alcohol, mention of sex, a bit of teasing.

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Masterlist

A few months ago, you and nine other recruits received a phone call saying to be at the training facilities first time in the morning. Once you got there, you were told that you would be receiving extra training, long hours and double effort. Whenever you asked why, they just said it was classified.

After two months of training ten hours per day, seven days a week, being put through several trials and tests, you were called to the office of Maria Hill –the head of all the recruitment process-. To your surprise, she wasn’t alone when you got there: Nick Fury was there.

You had never met him in person, although you had heard many stories about him. And his presence was as intimidating as you imagined. Or even more. He had a deep voice that shook to your core, a way of talking that let you know he was someone not to mess with, he owned S.H.I.E.L.D and he knew it.

“Agent (Y/L/N)”, Hill started as soon as you took a seat after recovering from the surprise of finding Nick Fury in the room. “Let me introduce you to Nicholas Fury, Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.”

“Yeah, I know who… he is”, you said with a small smile. There was no one around the facility who didn’t know who this man was. Maria Hill smiled too.

“Nice to meet you, Agent (Y/L/N)”, Fury said. “I have been following your training for the last two months quite closely.”

Your felt your mouth go dry. He had been following your training?

“And I have to say it is quite impressive”, he added. He took a tablet from Hill’s desk and swiped the screen a couple of times. “When it comes to strategy there’s no one who can beat you, you’re strong, fast, your combat skills could be a match for Black Widow’s… definitely impressive.”

“Thank you, sir”, was all you could say. You knew you were good, but you never thought you would be good enough to hear it from Nick Fury himself. He was a legend.

“As you know, these last two months we have been testing you on a daily basis”, Hill said and you nodded. Of course you knew. You could feel it in every bone and muscle in your body. “What you don’t know is why.”

“And I guess you’re going to tell me?” You asked, looking at the two of them.

Fury put the tablet back on the desk without taking his eye off you. You would be lying if you said he didn’t make you nervous, but you had the feeling that looking away wouldn’t help you there, so you were determined to hold his eye. After a few minutes, you thought you could see a hint of smile on Fury’s lips, but you probably just imagined it.

“The Avengers have requested a new member for their team”, he simply said.

If you had been drinking something, you would have choked on it or spitted out for sure. Out of all the things you thought this meeting was about, the last thing you expected was something like this.

“The Avengers?” You asked. “As in… Captain America, Black Widow and Iron Man?”

“Are there any other Avengers that we don’t know of?” Fury asked with a teasing tone.

“Fair enough”, you mumbled.

“We chose 10 candidates and we have been putting you through tests and trials without telling you why”, Hill said now taking the tablet and showing you some graphics. “All of you started off with enthusiasm, showing the best results you had got since you got recruited. However, as the weeks passed, most of your colleagues’ performance started to deteriorate.”

“We had meetings with them”, Fury said. “We asked if there was something wrong, why this change when they had proven to be among the best of their class. They said that they were tired. That they didn’t know what was going on, what was the point of all this suffering.”

“I never got any meeting”, you said.

“Because your performance only got better”, Hill said, showing you a graphic with your name on it. “You have been the only one who, despite not having a purpose, a goal, not knowing what was going on, kept on working as hard as you did on the first day.”

“And that, Agent (Y/L/N)”, Fury said, “is exactly what we need. Someone who won’t fail, who won’t slow down, who will be there every day no matter what, with the same spirit as the first day. However, as much as we thought you are the perfect candidate, we are not the ones who have the final say.”

“Then?” You asked confused.

“We sent all of your files to The Avengers, with all the progress of the last two months. And they have made a decision. They want you, Agent (Y/L/N).”

A week later you packed all of your belongings in a suitcase and left the S.H.I.E.L.D HQ in a black SUV to move into The Avengers Headquarters in Upstate New York. Their welcome had been incredible. Since the very first moment you walked in the residential quarters of the huge compound, you were warmly welcomed by the team.

It took you a time to get used to your new life. You still had to train every day and soon you found out that it was a harder training than the one you did as a simple recruit. Obviously, they didn’t hold their punches. At first, you ended up at the infirmary most of the days, but eventually you started getting stronger and getting used to this new way of fighting. There was less theory and more instinct. And, soon enough, you started going on missions.

At first, they would be recon missions, nothing major. However, in a few months you proved yourself to be able to do more. You would never forget your first mission with Steve, Tony, Bucky and Natasha. It was the most exciting, exhausting and hard day of your life and, despite coming back injured, everyone kept on telling you how amazed they were by you, your work and your skills.

They took care of you, visited you every day until you got better, helped with your recovery and to get back on your feet in no time. You had found a family in them and it looked like they saw you as one of them now.

“You know what day is it tomorrow?” You asked when you walked into the kitchen.

You had just finished your training and had walked into the kitchen to have a smoothie. As usual, since you had the same training hours scheduled, Bucky was there as well.

Since the beginning, you had started training with Bucky as your mentor. You didn’t really fight against him, since he could knock you out without even trying, but he was there to observe and correct, give you advice, put more weight on your weights and push your limits.

When you first started training with him, he wouldn’t talk much. But, eventually, he started opening up and you gladly discovered that underneath all that sulking attitude was a really funny, easy going, teasing and loving kind of guy.

You spent so much time together that soon you found yourself looking around for him every time you walked into a room, sitting in front of him in every meal, next to him every time you would watch a movie, spending hours in his room just talking or playing videogames. You just couldn’t picture your life without him in it anymore.

“Saturday?” He said, throwing a bottle of water at you, which you caught without problem.

“Something else?” You asked, unscrewing the cap. Bucky thought for a moment and shook his head. “Really? I should be offended. A year ago, your life changed.”

“Did it?” He asked, a smirk forming on his lips. You narrowed your eyes and threw the cap of the bottle at him. He laughed and dodged it. “I know, I know. It will be a year since the most annoying person in the world walked through those doors with that lost puppy look on her face.”

“I wasn’t lost!” You exclaimed.

“So you’re annoying?” He teased.

“Not as much as you are”, you said and stuck your tongue out. “Maybe we should celebrate.”

“Why?”

“When was the last time someone put up with you for so long?” This time, he was the one narrowing his eyes at you, which made you laugh. “But seriously, it doesn’t have to be a party. But we could have a drink all together or something.”

“Ask Tony”, Bucky said. “He will organise anything in the next 45 minutes.”

“Good point”, you said nodding your head. “I’ll talk to him.”

You were about to walk out of the kitchen, fully intending to talk to Tony as soon as possible, when Bucky called your name. You turned around to find him walking over you.

“Yes?” You asked.

Once he was standing in front of you, he sighed and moved some hair that had flown out of your ponytail and put it behind your ear. He caressed your cheek and looked into your eyes, making your heart beat louder and faster. You took a deep breath, trying not to look down at his lips.

“A year ago, I met the most important person in my life”, he said. “She’s strong, funny, annoying as hell and incredibly oblivious. But I wouldn’t change her for anything.”

He leaned in and kissed your cheek softly before winking an eye at you and walking out of the kitchen, leaving you flustered, confused and on the edge of fainting.

***

Just like Bucky had said, as soon as you said to Tony that you would like to have a little celebration, he took out his phone and started organising a little party. You made it clear that you didn’t want or need anything big, but once Tony started organising a party there was no way of knowing the size of it until you were in it.

“I thought you didn’t want anything big”, Bucky said when you stepped into the main living room of the residential quarters the following evening.

Looking around, you barely knew anyone. You had no idea how Tony had managed to pull this out in such short notice. There was people everywhere, food, alcohol music and banners everywhere saying ‘Happy Avengesary (Y/N)’. It was incredible.

“This is what happens when you leave Tony in charge”, Steve, who walked in after you two, said.

“I’m not complaining”, Natasha said with a huge smile as she looked around. “See you later guys.”

“Where is she going?” You asked, looking at her as she got lost in the crowd.

“She has seen that IT guy she likes”, Steve said with a chuckle.

“I say we make the best out of this and get a drink”, Sam said.

“And that’s the most intelligent idea I have heard so far”, you said and took Sam’s hand to follow him through the crowd.

The bartenders that Tony had hired knew exactly who you were and the reason you were having this celebration. So the moment they saw you, they made sure you had a drink in your hand without even asking for it. It looked like Tony had told them what you liked.

The next couple of hours went by in a blur. Despite not knowing most of the people in the party, it was obvious that they knew who you were and many kept on stopping you to congratulate you on the work you had been doing the past year or just to take a photo with you. Definitely, that was something you would never get used to: being a public figure.

When you finally managed to sit down on the couch, next to Bucky, you didn’t even know how many hands you had shaken, how many photos you had taken and how many hugs you had given. But your mind was buzzing.

“How you doing, superstar?” Bucky smiled when you let yourself fall on the couch.

“Exhausted”, you admitted.

“It will wear off, don’t worry”, Sam said, patting your shoulder. “Once they get used to you, they won’t pay much attention.”

“Unless you’re Captain America or Thor, of course”, Clint winked.

“Shut up”, Steve rolled his eyes.

“It took us an hour to get some milk from the grocery store”, Clint said. “An hour because people kept on asking Steve for photos and autographs.”

“One would think that after a century, no one would be impressed by Captain America right?” Sam laughed.

“It’s not Captain America”, you said. “It’s… you.”

“What?” Steve asked confused, which made you laugh.

“Are you really that oblivious?” Wanda laughed as well.

“You’re a specimen, man”, Sam winked playfully, making you all laugh.

“Oh, c’mon, it’s not that”, Steve said as you could all see him blushing.

“Oh, trust me. It is”, you said. “Everyone has a crush on Captain America”, you added.

“Do you?” Bucky asked, his arm casually over the back of the couch and your shoulders.

“Don’t you?” You asked back with a laugh.

“I saw him putting newspaper in his shoes to look taller”, Bucky shrugged. “It’s kind of a turn off.”

“So that means that there is a turn on?” Clint asked wiggling his eyebrows.

“There’s always at least one turn on”, you smirked.

“Oh really?” Bucky smirked. “What turns you on, (Y/L/N)?”

“Right back at you, Barnes”, you said, looking at him with a playful smile.

“Okay, this just gave me an idea!” Sam said.

You forced yourself to look away from Bucky, whose eyes were burning through yours. You had felt that electricity running between you two many times before, but you had never felt the heat you felt at the moment. So you needed to focus on something else beside the warmth of his body next to yours.

“Please, enlighten us”, Natasha said.

“What about an old good game of Truth or Dare?” He suggested. You laughed out loud, just like Wanda and Natasha.

“Are we 16 now?” Steve said, although he didn’t look like he rejected the idea completely.

“Afraid of airing your dirty laundry, Rogers?” Clint asked.

“I have no dirty laundry to air”, the alluded said with an innocent smile.

“Yeah right”, Natasha laughed. “Okay, let’s do this”, she said.

“Seriously?” You asked.

“Why not?” Natasha shrugged. “It’s always fun to get to know each other in different ways”, she winked.

You sighed and shrugged. It looked like you didn’t have a choice. As soon as you all agreed, Sam asked a waiter to bring a couple of bottles of tequila, shot glasses for everyone and an empty bottle. In addition, Bucky he asked for a bottle of the Asgardian liquor Steve and Bucky used to drink in these situations.

“It’s no fun if two of us can’t get drunk”, he explained once they brought the small bottle and everything was settled.

“Fair enough”, you laughed. “Okay, who goes first?” You asked.

“You’re the honouree, so…” Sam said.

“Okay”, you laughed and spun the bottle that stopped pointing at Sam, who smiled widely at you. “Truth or dare?”

“Let’s start with a truth”, Sam said.

“Have you ever practised kissing in a mirror?” You smiled.

“First, that’s a lame question. Second… yes”, he admitted, making you all laugh. “I was 10, okay? And I was nervous about a potential first kiss”, he shrugged.

“That’s cute”, you admitted still laughing.

“Okay, here we go”, Sam spun the bottle and this time it landed on Bucky.

“Truth”, Bucky quickly said.

“Mmm…” Sam smirked after looking at you for a brief second. “Would you make out with someone in this group?”

Bucky looked at Sam like he wanted to kill him and you felt him tense up beside you. You looked up to him although his eyes were fixed on Sam, whose smiled only grew bigger.

“You can always drink. Although that will give us half an answer”, Sam shrugged.

“I would”, Bucky finally said. You raised both eyebrows and looked up again, surprised.

“With who?” You asked.

“That’s not part of the question, doll”, Bucky winked before spinning the bottle, which landed on Natasha. Yet, you didn’t stop thinking about it.

“Dare, of course”, she shrugged.

“I dare you to go to that IT guy and ask him out”, Bucky smiled.

“You know I don’t ask out”, Natasha said.

“Is Black Widow backing off a dare?” Clint smiled.

Natasha narrowed her eyes, her pride obviously taken the best of her. Immediately, she got up and you all looked at her while she walked up to the IT guy. It was a quick conversation and, by the end of it, the guy looked like was about to marry her while she came back with her face as red as her hair.

“I’ll get back at you, Barnes”, she said, spinning the bottle.

There were all kind of dares and questions. The more you drank, the juicier they got without even realising it. At some point, Steve was playing without his shirt –to the delight of many of the guests-, Clint was speaking only with the vowel E, Wanda was wearing Natasha’s clothes and viceversa and you were on your pyjamas.

“Okay, let’s go”, Natasha said when it was her turn to spin the bottle after reading out loud the last text she had sent –Rated X-. “Finally!” She said when it landed on Bucky. “Barnes?”

All along, every time it was Bucky’s turn, there had been numerous hints of him liking someone, someone he would sleep with, his crush, but no name had come out of his mouth. You didn’t even know Bucky liked someone, which was strange since you spent so much time together, and to say you were curious was a misunderstanding.

“Truth”, he said.

“Playing it safe, huh?” Natasha smiled.

“You’re a dangerous woman, Romanoff”, Bucky said, his fingers brushing your shoulder absently.

“Fine. Have it your way”, she said. “Is (Y/N) the one you’ve been talking about all along? The one you would make out with, sleep with, have a crush on?”

Bucky’s whole body tensed up, just like yours, with that question. It was obvious she had been saving it for quite a long time and it looked like everyone was waiting for someone to drop the bomb. They all looked at Bucky smiling a little, as if they knew something you ignored, waiting.

“Damn you, Natasha”, Bucky finally chuckled.

“Would you prefer a dare?” She smiled widely.

“I don’t trust your dares”, Bucky said.

“Then… answer or drink. Although… drinking would be an answer itself”, she innocently shrugged and winked an eye at him.

You saw Bucky biting his lower lip without looking at you, his eyes fixed on Nat, as he was deliberately trying not to look at you. Your heart was pounding in your ears and you swore you would explode if he didn’t say something soon.

“Yes”, he finally said, taking your breath away. “She is”

And he spun the bottle.

***

The game was finished in no time after that moment. Although you didn’t pay any attention to it anymore. All you could do was look at Bucky, waiting for him to look at you and explain what he had just said. However, all he did was smirking whenever he felt his eyes on you.

“Okay, come here”, he said once everyone had scattered around.

He took your hand and took you through the crowd. You didn’t know where he would take you until he scanned his finger print on the door that lead to Tony’s office. He let you walked in first and looked around to make sure no one was looking before closing the door.

“What was that?” You finally asked after a few moments.

“Do I really need to explain?” He smiled, getting closer to you which only made you nervous.

“I think? Why didn’t you say anything sooner?” You asked.

“When would I say anything? When I was kicking your ass during training?” He asked.

“You don’t kick my ass”, you said. “We never even fight against each other because you’re too afraid of me kicking your ass”, you added, crossing your arms.

“You’re so damn blind”, he laughed shaking his head. “I don’t fight you because I would never forgive myself if I ever hurt you. Even if it happened during training.”

You blinked a few times and looked away, trying so hard not to blush and failing completely. He was now so close that you could even feel his breath on you. It wasn’t the first time he was this close, but it was the first time it made you so nervous.

“That’s just another way of saying it”, you mumbled.

Bucky placed his index finger on your chin to make you look up at him and to his eyes before rubbing your cheek softly. His eyes moved down to your lips, just like yours to his, just in time to see him biting his bottom lip. Your breath got caught in your throat and an urgent need to kiss him overcame you.

“You drive me insane in every possible way, (Y/L/N)”, he said leaning in. You closed your eyes instinctively but his kiss never came. “But you’re not ready for it yet.”

You opened your eyes to see him slowly walking backwards, with a smirk on his face.

“What…? What are you doing?” You asked breathless.

“I could kiss you right now and make you realise that you feel the same way about me”, he said, a hand on the doorknob. “But I have decided that, if I have waited a year, I can wait a few more days and make you want it, drive you crazy just like you do with me.”

“Don’t walk away, James. Don’t you dare”, you said.

“See you later, doll”, he said.

Before you could even take a step forward, he opened the door and walked out the office, leaving you with your mouth open and your brain completely melted.

What the hell had just happened?

You had to take some time before you went back out to the party. Your heart had never beat like this. It felt like it would jump out of your chest at any given time and getting it back to ‘normal’ wasn’t easy.

When you finally made your way back out, you spotted Bucky at the bar, talking to Steve. When he saw you, his eyes were on you for a moment, while his lips formed a smug smirk, and then looked back at his friend to continue the conversation. All you wanted to do was go and punch him in that perfect face to kiss him afterwards. Or maybe kiss him first and punch later. You were confused.

The rest of the night you were completely unfocused. It felt like you couldn’t hold a single conversation, like you were zooming in and out all the time, looking around for Bucky and imagining his lips, hands, body on yours. In the end, you decided to leave the party earlier than expected. It wasn’t like anyone would notice, since most of the guests were too drunk to pay any more attention to you.

Once in your room and in your pyjamas –an oversize t-shirt and your underwear-, you laid on your bed and looked at the ceiling, thinking about what the hell had happened and trying to process how you felt about it.

It would be a huge lie to say that you didn’t have feelings for Bucky. You knew they had always been there, but you had always considered them platonic. He was one of the most attractive men you ever met and he was also kind, funny, witty, smart and incredibly thoughtful. You would have never thought he felt the same way about you. You thought all those times he flirted with you, it was just a game to him. Maybe you had been wrong.

You didn’t even know when you had fallen asleep, but when you opened your eyes, you heard the rain against the huge window of your room. You sighed and rubbed your eyes, your mind immediately racing as memories from last night flooded your head. Damn James Buchanan Barnes.

When you heard the buzzing of your phone, you sighed and picked it up from the bedside table to find a text message from the man himself.

“Training in 10 minutes”, the text said. He had to be kidding you. It was Sunday.

And did he really think he could just act like nothing?

“Sorry. As someone said to me last night: I’m not ready yet”, you texted back.

He read the text immediately, but it took him a little while to reply.

“If you’re not in the training room in 10 minutes, I’ll drag you there myself”, you shivered, knowing he fully intended to act on his threat. But you weren’t going to just do as he told you.

“Didn’t you say I drive you insane? Then good luck, babe”, you texted, smirking to yourself as you pictured the look on his face.

You knew what was going to happen. Maybe you were pushing him a bit, but you weren’t going to let him dictate what to do or when to get up. Especially after how flustered and frustrated he had left you the previous night.

Yes, you were dying to kiss him. That was all you could think about since last night. But, unless you were mistaken, he wanted that kiss as much as you did and you were going to get it, even if you had to drive him insane.

At first, you thought he would go to your room immediately, but it looked like he really waited those 10 minutes in case you showed up. Or maybe he was just waiting outside of your room, because exactly 11 minutes later, there was a knock on your room. You smiled to yourself and stretched out still in bed, but didn’t move.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y, can you please tell him that I am not training today?” You said to the A.I.

“You know I can hear you, right?” You heard Bucky’s voice on the other side of the room.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y, can you please ask Tony to make the rooms soundproof? That would be extremely useful for certain people”, you said.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y, open (Y/N)’s door, please”, Bucky said.

“I’m sorry. I can’t. Each room has its own personal protocols and can only be lifted with the permission of said owner”, the A.I said, which made you smile.

“Too bad, soldier”, you said.

“You know I can just kick him in, right?”

You narrowed your eyes, looking at the ceiling. You knew he could, but did you want to push him until that point? It could be fun, but you didn’t want to deal with Tony afterwards. You knew how much he hated when doors got kicked in –something that happened surprisingly often in the compound-.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y, unlock the door, please”, you finally said.

The A.I. obeyed and unlocked the door. In a second, Bucky walked in and closed behind him. You looked at him from the bed, still not moving, and smiled. He was wearing his usual training gear –black sweatpants and a black t-shirt- and was looking at you with an eyebrow raised, waiting.

“Do you need anything?” You asked.

“You were supposed to be in the gym 5 minutes ago”, he said with his arms crossed.

“Yeah, well…” you stretched out again, making sure your t-shirt went up a few inches, enough to let him see your underwear and belly. “I’m kind of having a lazy day”, you said with a smile as you saw his eyes on your exposed skin.

“I know what you’re doing”, he said. You raised both eyebrows.

“And what is it?” You asked innocently.

“Pushing me”, he said.

“Don’t be so egocentric, Barnes”, you said. “Not everything is around you.”

“Oh really?” He said.

Slowly, he walked around the bed, taking a seat just next to you. You got nervous when he leaned in, placing one hand around you to support himself as he got closer. You looked at his lips and then his eyes, which hide the smile he forced himself not to show.

“Tell me you haven’t been thinking about kissing me since last night”, he said in a low voice.

“I…” you mumbled, your eyes moving down to his lips, which finally curved up into a small smile. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Are you going to tell me that if I kissed you right now…” he said, almost brushing your lips with his, “you wouldn’t melt against me?”

You took a deep breath through your nose, trying to control your heart rate, which felt close to impossible. All about him was overwhelming and you had no idea how to manage his closeness. You just wanted to grab him by the neck and kiss him. However, it looked as if he was reading your mind. Just when you were about to move your hands, he moved his and pinned your wrists against the bed.

“Gym. 5 minutes”, he whispered so close that you thought you would die if he didn’t kiss you.

Then, he just let go, got up and walked to the door. You couldn’t believe this was the second time in less than twelve hours that he was going to leave you like this. You looked at the door to see him smirking before walking out of the room, closing the door behind him.

“Fuck!” You exclaimed, punching the mattress.

Five minutes later, you walked through the doors of the gym, still sulking and flustered. You had been quickly to put some leggings and a training top. If Bucky wasn’t going to give in or let you kiss him, you needed some other way to let your frustration out. Fighting.

“Maybe today we can try something different”, you said to Bucky, acting as if nothing had happened, as if your mind wasn’t full of imaged of him kissing your whole body.

“Oh yeah? What is it?” Bucky asked while he adjusted the punching bag.

“Why don’t we fight?” You asked. Bucky laughed quietly and shook his head. “What?”

“Have you warmed up?” He asked.

“I’m warm enough, thank you” you said making him smile. Anyway, you started stretching since you didn’t want to pull any muscle or cause any injury. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“You know I’m not going to fight you, doll”, he said, taking the bandages from the floor. “I could hurt you.”

Your eyes went to his hand as he started wrapping the bandages around it, wrapping it tightly. You had always loved watching that routine. There was something about the way he moved his hands, how he wrapped the bandages around them that was hypnotizing.

“You won’t”, you said, coming out of your little trance.

“How do you know it?” He asked.

“Because I trust you”, you shrugged. He looked at you for a moment and smiled.

“You just want an excuse to hit me because you’re frustrated”, he said.

“That’s just a bonus”, you shrugged and took the other pair of bandages from the floor when you finished stretching. “I really think it would be helpful to fight against an actual person and not just a bag.”

“You have fought against Natasha, Wanda, Peter, Scott and Clint many times”, he said.

You sighed while you wrapped the bandage around your left hand. You knew him well enough to know he wasn’t going to change his mind. It wasn’t the first time you had this conversation and you understood his fear of hurting you, but you really wanted to punch him. Maybe if you caught him by surprise?

When you finished wrapping your hands, you looked at him. He was checking his own bandages and looked kind of focused on it. Without even taking a minute to consider your next move, you quickly took a step forward and threw your leg up to his stomach. To your surprise, your kick caught him completely off guard. Unfortunately, you weren’t strong enough to make him fall, but he took a few steps back with a hand against his stomach.

“What was that?” He asked with an amused smile.

“If you don’t want to fight me, okay”, you shrugged. “I’ll fight you.”

“Stop before you get hurt”, he said.

“Stop patronising me”, you said through gritted teeth.

Quickly, you launched against him, but he just took your arm before it came in contact with him and pushed you aside as if you were a mundane annoying fly. You groaned to yourself and turned to look at him. He looked at you smiling, which only infuriated you even more.

“It’s just facts, doll”, he shrugged.

You narrowed your eyes but decided to launch again. This time, you went for his face, but he grabbed your arm and twisted so your back was against his chest. You took a deep breath at the contact when his lips were on your cheek.

“Stop”, he whispered and nibbled your neck.

With a grunt, you stomped your heel against his feet. He hissed, which was enough for you to drive your elbow against his ribs and your fist against his nose when he leaned down breathless. You hooked your arms around his neck and used your weight to bring him down, straddling his waist and pinning his arms to the ground.

You knew how easily he could just turn the situation around, but maybe he didn’t expect to find himself like this so easily and all he did was looking at you with a smile playing on his lips.

“What are you going to do now, (Y/L/N)?” He asked.

If you were honest to yourself, you just wanted to tease him like he had teased you. But you also knew you weren’t strong enough, not after last night and that morning. You bite your lip and leaned down, wondering if this time he would finally give in. He didn’t move, but his eyes turned a bit darker as his eyes moved down to your lips.

“I should just leave you wanting it”, you whispered against his lips. He chuckled a little.

“You wouldn’t make it to the door”, he warned you. You knew it was true.

You let go of one of his hands, which quickly moved to your hair, moving it out of the way. You took a deep breath, enjoying the moment, before finally closing the distance between your lips.

The moment your lips touched, you let go of his other hand. Immediately, Bucky flipped you around to have you pinned under him and kiss you deeply. You wrapped your legs around his waist in an attempt to bring him impossibly close to you. A moan escaped his throat, making you smirk against his lips while your hands sneaked under his t-shirt and brushed his warm skin.

You wanted him. Badly. But, of course, he wasn’t going to give you everything in just a moment, let alone on the gym floor. Instead, he pulled away after a few minutes and looked at you.

“You always get your way, huh?” He whispered, gently brushing your nose with his, a gesture you never saw coming from the big and fiery Winter Soldier.

“I have my skills”, you smiled.

With a smile, Bucky got up and helped you up as well, although he didn’t move away from you. He caressed your cheek and kissed your forehead.

“What now?” You asked a bit nervous.

“Maybe we should start with breakfast?” He suggested.

You laughed nervously and nodded, letting him take your hand and lead you out of the gym while all you could think about was kissing him all over again. Maybe over breakfast.