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for the bat boys (or bat boys x feyre), I really wanna see rhys just tied down, desperate, and overwhelmed with pleasure. like everybody just decides to show their high lord some love!! I wanna see rhys in tears (in a good way), and they just praise him and love on him so good!! I can def see rhys having a major praise kink. feel free to ignore tho, thank you!!💖

Our Girl (Bat Boys! x Female! Reader)

Based off this ask as well

AN: HAHAHA guys I’ve been reading The L.O.R.D.S series by Shantel Tessier and I’ve been fucking loving it. Also I wrote the second half of this in a fucking Barnes and Noble cafe, I was SWEATING, but I wanted to get it done for you because I have some cool Az stuff I’m working on for you!

Summary: When Rhysand becomes High Lord the boys find themselves too busy and too well known to visit their local pleasure house. So they hire the reader to to satisfy their needs.

Warnings: Smut (shocker),sub/dom dynamic, dirty talk, bondage, threesome, objectification, size difference??

Word count: 6,058

Things in Velaris were changing. The second the new High Lord rose to power it was like things were lighter. Shops stayed open later, the people laughed and drank at dinner more often, everything was just better. Yet in the Riverhouse at the edge of the city it seemed there were clouds stirring, in a metaphorical way of course.

No one had seen Rhysand since the night his father died, which was months ago.

The most powerful High Lord.

The most dangerous High Lord.

The most handsome High Lord

And known by the girls at the pleasure house…the most well endowed High Lord.

At least what all my coworkers were whispering around me the day I was brought to the front by the mistress who ran the place. In all honesty I thought I was in trouble, not that I had done anything wrong in the past year I had been here. But no one ever got called to her office for nothing.

I closed the door behind me to where my mistress was reading a letter, a violet wax seal stamped to the front. Her red hair and red gown complimented the scarlett of her office, of the whole pleasure house really. She claimed it was the color of passion, and demanded that we all practically bathe in it.

“You asked to see me?” I say timidly.

I couldn’t afford to lose this job, I had no family, no support system. Nothing to rely on or depend on. Sure it wasn’t the most prestigious career, but I did like it. I had always been interested in sex, fascinated with it really. The woman who lived next door to my family growing up was a sex worker. She always wore the most beautiful gowns and jewels, and lured the most handsome men to her home. My mother cursed me when I said I wanted to look like her one day but I didn’t care.

“Yes I have a letter here, from the High Lord,” she says, showing me the letter she had been reading when I walked in.

My eyes widen and the air is sucked from my lungs. What could the High Lord want with the house? Hell, what would the High Lord want with me?

“The High Lord?” I gawk, taking a step forward attempting to catch a glance at the letter.

She puts her glasses back down on her nose and reads the paper again, “yes, he asks that I send my very best girl to his townhouse at my earliest convenience.”

“And you’re picking me?” I ask, my eyes wide.

“You rake in more money than all the rest of the girls, you’re beautiful, elegant and well versed. I can think of no one better.” she explains setting the letter down on the desk.

My mind swirls, what does the High Lord want? Well sex of course, but I wasn’t one for house calls. Though I suppose he was the High Lord , he couldn’t very well walk in here with the anonymity that others could.

“Well don’t just stand there!” my mistress shouts. “Go to the townhouse before he thinks me to be a simple fool.”

I jilt from my thoughts and nod, walking briskly out the door. I bypass the other girls who are chatting about the High Lord and I wonder if any of them are aware of the letter that was sent, what his intentions might be. I guess there’s only one way to find out.

I had watched the townhouse on the hill my entire life, knew that the High Lord lived there, and constantly wondered what it might be like inside. It was like the scary house at the end of the street that children stayed away from; it had been built up to that mythical status. Except it wasn’t scary—unless you counted scarily prestigious.

As I walked up the front steps and knocked on the door a woman with dark skin and darker hair opened it and signaled for me to come in. The lush, thick, carpets gave reprieve to my aching feet. Stilettos on cobblestone was never a good idea, but what else did one wear to meet their High Lord?

She gestured to a set of double doors at the end of the hall. I took in my surroundings, for what it was worth the place was beautiful. Ornate but tasteful. Expensive but lived in. I can see why the High Lord never left. I took a deep breath but before I could even knock on the doors a deep voice, one that could only be described as Night Triumphant, beckoned me to enter.

I creaked open the door to find the High Lord busily doing paperwork at his desk. He was nothing and everything that I had expected. When the girls at the home whispered of his looks, his charm, I thought of something mythical. But the male before me? He transcended even that.

His legendary violet eyes flitted up to mine and I swore my breath caught in my throat. He sat his papers down to the side as he stood, bracing his hands on his desk. If his height didn’t make me feel small the sheer power radiating off of him did.

“My, my,” he croons, rounding the desk to lean against the front. “You are exquisite,” he says, crossing his strong arms in front of his chest.

I suddenly remember the reason I was summoned here in the first place and I put on the mask, the role I was supposed to play.

“Well my Lord, you asked for the very best.” I say smoothly taking two steps towards him. “So here I am.”

“While I love the way ‘my Lord’ rolls off that pretty tongue, feel free to call me Rhysand, you’re going to be here for a while.” he smirked, and I swore there was a star that flashed in his eye.

I nearly gulped at his words.

You’re going to be here for a while…

I had been with needy men before, made a career out of it. But this was no man, and I wondered if I could keep up with him.

“As you wish,” I say nodding my head obediently. Males like him strived for dominance, it was my job to anticipate that.

I feel a hand tilt my chin up and once again I’m met with his intense gaze. I was right about the stars, his eyes were littered with them.

“The selfish part of me wants to play with you right now, but I have a feeling my brothers would be more than angry at me for having you first,” he smirked, his breath so hot on my face I almost jumped when I realized how close he was to me.

Wait, the High Lord didn’t have brothers, he was an only child, an orphan really. “Brothers?” I ask, the question had slipped out before I could think of a better more professional way to ask.

“Well not my biological brothers, but my brothers in arms I suppose,” he smirks, releasing my chin taking a step back towards his desk again. “Cassian, the general of my armies and Azriel my spymaster.”

My breath gets caught in my throat. I had heard stories of the High Lord’s most trusted members of his court. They were large, Illyrian, and death on swift wings. My face must’ve given away my shock as Rhysand let out a low chuckle.

“Don’t worry they won’t hurt you. They are to care for you as I do, it’s all written here in your contract,” he explained, sitting down and sliding a piece of paper over the desk.

I made myself comfortable in the seat opposite of him, plucking the paper from the desk and skimming it over.

“You see,” he begins. “Becoming High Lord has been rewarding but…well…tiring. Cassian and Azriel are just as tired. We aren’t given the same anonymity we had in our youth which has made finding sexual release difficult.” he said, his cheeks blushing slightly.

“You’ll live here, I already have a room prepared for you. I’ll provide you with a salary and provide for you in any way you need. In return you provide us with your…services?” he says the last word like he can’t think of a better way to say it. How is he sexy reading my contract to me?

I set the contract on the desk, “And what are the parameters of these services?” I ask leaning forward on the desk.

Rhysand smiles leaning forward with me, “Mostly we will seek you out on our own but there will be certain times, like tonight, where we will want to share,” he grins like he can already see the scene.

I nod slowly waiting for him to add anything else and he does.

“Of course there will be safewords, though I doubt you will need them. Your mistress said you have a rather large palette,” he says and I get his meaning immediately.

I can’t help but blush, the male already knows more about me than I do him. Something that rarely ever happens in my line of work.

“She didn’t mislead you,” I say, my lips tugging into a small smile.

“Then you’ll take the job?” he asks plucking a fountain pen from its resting place.

I look at the large number with lots of zeros written under ‘Salary’, it’s more than I make in three months. I could pay off all my debts with the first two paychecks, and after that? Well the shops of Velaris wouldn’t know what hit them. I could have the life I always dreamed of, expensive silks, fancy soaps, wine aged for thousands of years. And all I had to do was sleep with the three most powerful males in the Night Court. What female could possibly say no?

“I will,” I say, plucking the pen out of the High Lord’s hands singing the marked places next to his ornate signature.

I look up to see Rhysand already staring at me, with a lust I hadn’t seen before, not in any male. How long had it been since he had sex?

He stands holding his hand out to me, “Allow me to show you to your room.”

“Are you ready to meet them?” Rhys asks with a glint in his violet eyes.

I nod.

“Good I’ll go preface in, come in when I call you,” he smiles, pressing a kiss to my brow.

Gods this man was incredible. Paycheck aside, I think I would bend over backwards just to hear him call me a good girl again. Something told me I would be doing just that for the foreseeable future.

Rhysand opened the double doors and slipped in, the moment he closed it I pressed my ear to the door so that I could hear him.

“Rhys what’s this about? I have business to attend to,” I hear a deep voice rumble.

Rhys’ signature chuckle echoes off the walls, “I assure you Cassian that this is well worth your time.” he says. “Az you look tense,” he jests.

“That’s because I am.” groans another voice. “We’ve been running all around the court righting all wrongs while you sit holed up in here doing paperwork.”

“As I am well aware,” Rhys starts again. “And I don’t want to be known as the High Lord that merely takes, especially from the two males I consider to be my brothers. So, I got you a little gift.”

A pause of anticipatory silence fills the room.

“Darling won’t you come out now?” Rhys beckons me.

I open the door to find Rhys standing before two Illyrians sitting on the couch, both of them relaxed like this was their own home, and perhaps it was.

“Huh?” asked the slightly larger one, with longer black hair.

“She’s your gift, well, our gift,” Rhys said, pulling a hand around my waist. “I just hired her from the pleasure house in town, she is the best of the best. I know we all haven’t been able to visit the establishment since I came into power and I’m sure you’re both just as…frustrated as I am.”

“How long do we have her for?” the same Illyrian asked, the one beside him seemingly more quiet.

“She will be living with us. Use her as you’d like. Dress her however you want, but keep it classy. She’s as much yours as she is mine” Rhys smiles tilting my chin to meet his gaze and I swore my knees trembled a bit. “Though I’m sure she’ll remember who pays her?” he teases.

“Yes my Lord,” I say seductively, it used to be an act, but not anymore.

“My Lord,” he repeats. “I quite like the sound of that,” he purrs, looking over to the males sitting on the couch.

The one with the red siphons smirks, throwing his arms over the back of the couch and spreading his legs. His thighs alone were the size of my head and I couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to get myself off on them alone.

“Come here princess, sit on my lap,” he purrs, patting his thigh.

I slip out of Rhysand’s grasp and pad over to perch myself on the Illyrians leg. The rippling muscles under me tensing. His hand comes up to brush a stray hair from my face as he takes in every inch of me.

“You are a pretty little thing aren’t you?” he smirks as his other hand comes to support my back.

Oh I was in for it, I was so in for it.

“She’s the best of the best, her name is y/n.” Rhysand drawls watching intently as his brother who I have deciphered is Cassian, inspects me. “We decided earlier that her safeword will be starlight,”

“Y/n, huh?” he smiles brushing a stray hair from my face as he drinks in my attire, something Rhysand had clearly purchased for me to wear tonight. A black sheer little nightgown. Revealing, yet classy like he has said. It was clear to me that the male had exquisite taste.

I feel a warm leather bump into my back as a scarred hand runs over my shoulder. I crane my neck up to find Azriel standing above me, from where he stands he can no doubt get a great view of my tits.

“How should we thank dear old Rhysand for this marvelous present?” Cassian asks Azriel and the shadow singers eyes gleam.

“Oh I can think of a few ways,” he smirks.

As if they all had one mind we were winnowed to the bedroom upstairs, my bedroom I realized. The bed had been made big enough for all of us, and I wonder how empty it would feel when the boys weren’t around.

I look around me, the positions of us all haven’t changed. I find myself gazing up at Azriel, the hungry look in his eye has me taking a step back only to bump right into Cassian earning a chuckle from the general. A glace to my bed has me seeing Rhysand sitting on it’s edge.

“Az,” Cassian mumbles, sharing a knowing look at the shadow singer.

Before I can put together the pieces of Cassian and Azriel’s interaction, bands of shadows shoot from all over the room wrapping themselves around the hands and wrists of the High Lord. Rhys struggles for a moment, like it's second nature before he gives in, his face stern.

“Az that’s enough,” he scowls.

Azriel brushes off the command and turns my chin to meet his gaze. His finger brushes over my bottom lip and I close my top lip over his thumb, giving it a gentle experimental suck. His eyes darken and the next thing I know I’m sucking on his thumb and looking at him like a doe eyed fool.

“What a good girl she is,” he croons before dragging my face to him, replacing his thumb with his lips.

His kiss and deep and searing, like nothing I’ve ever tasted before. His hands come to cup my face, keeping me there as he kisses me like a starved male. Gods, how long had it been since any of them had sex?

My hair is pushed to the side as I feel the general begin to leave sloppy kisses on my neck. He pulls my hips toward him, and I’m met with his hard on pressed to my back and his bare chest warming my skin. Azriel steps back with love drunk eyes and Cassian takes his opportunity to turn my hips so I’m facing him.

Somehow he’s even more hulking and intimidating when bare. My eyes glance over the expanse of well built muscles to where his cock is already hard and leaking, and by the size of it I could tell I would be sore tomorrow.

From behind me I can hear the faint unclasping of buckles signaling that Azriel is mimicking Cassian’s movements.

“Let’s see you now, little one,” the general smirks before sliding both straps of the see through the gown off my shoulders. The black mesh falls to a pool of fabric on the floor and I’m laid bare for him, for all of them.

A snap reverberates through the room pulling my attention to Rhysand, his sophisticated garb now long gone. The plains of his toned muscles and swirling tattoos that resemble his brothers on full display along with his aching cock. He’s even more marvelous nude than he is clothed. His lips tug up at the corner as he sees me eye fucking him.

Cassian’s hand goes under my bare breast bringing my attention back to him, it seems that while I was ogling Rhys, he was studying me.

“Rhys you’ve outdone yourself,” Cassian smirks and I’ve never felt so exposed. “Her tits are perfect,” he smiles before bending down to suckle an aching nipple into his mouth.

I moan and lean back ever so slightly into a muscled chest, when I open my eyes Azriel stares down at me. A scarred hand drifts over my shoulder, down my side, and across my bum until it cups my sex and I gasp.

Cassian’s lips smile against my breast before he moves on to the next one, my breath catching in my throat once again.

“So small,” Azriel teases, referring to my cunt. “I’m not sure she can take us.” The glint in his eye tells me that this is a challenge, a test.

“I can,” I say confidently and the shadowsinger laughs.

“I think I’ll test that out,” Cassian grumbles, taking me in his arms.

I’m pulled from Azriel’s fiery touch as the warmth of Cassian seeps into me. For the first time in a while my eyes snap to Rhysand. His brow was laced with sweat, as well as the skin on his chest.

“Oh poor Rhys, did you want to touch her?” Azriel taunted, I was honestly surprised that they would dare to put their High Lord in this position.

“Please,” Rhysand whimpered, making my heart lurch.

Did the most powerful High Lord, the most dangerous High Lord. the most handsome High Lord, the most well endowed High Lord… just beg?

A sudden boost of confidence fills my chest.

“Az pull him back on the bed, I’m going to be needing some room,” Cassian boasts massaging circles on my hips.

Rhysand is pulled to the headboard, the shadows on his wrists pulling his arms out to either side as well as the ones on his ankles, preventing him from getting any sort of friction. The High Lord cursed, as if the brief fiction on his balls from being dragged across the sheets might’ve been enough to get him off. The logical part of me knew that he could break free of these restraints at any given moment, hells the power practically radiated off of him. But he was here to play the game and I was too.

“Why don’t you go play with your High Lord a little bit sweetheart,” Cassian croons, clearly loving the power trip he’s on. I take two steps forward before the general grabs me by the throat hauling me to his chest again. I look up at him like a love sick fool. “But stay clear of his cock. He’ll be the last to cum tonight. Doesn’t that seem fair Az?”

“Seems more than fair to me, seeing as we’ve been doing all the flying around these past few weeks,” Azriel chuckles.

Cassian releases my throat and I make my way over to the breathless High Lord. It takes everything in me not to straddle him and take him right there. His cock was red, angry, practically begging for it.

I sit on the edge of the bed to his right giving him my best bedroom eyes. Gone was the cocky male from earlier who made all sorts of promises of bedding me the best. Instead a male stripped to his most vulnerable sat before me, chest heaving, eyes wild. The muscles of his arms and legs flexing and bulging from trying to break free of the shadows that bound him, the bindings that made him this way.

“They aren’t being very fair to you are they?” I say seductively trailing a hand down his shoulders, over the plains of his chest and to his abs.

He shudders under my touch, “no they aren’t,” he breathes.

“Mmm,” I hum, placing a kiss on his neck, even the thin sheen of sweat on him tasted divine. “And you were so nice, sharing your little fuck toy with them and now they won’t let me play with you,” I say donning a fake sadness.

My hand brushes over his hip bone and down his thigh, carefully avoiding the hard erection begging to be brushed.

“Please,” he whimpers his lips hot on my cheek, and I swear I hear Cassian and Azriel chuckle behind me.

My hand swoops to his inner thigh, teasing the muscles there. His whimper has me caving, and I feel as though I’m suddenly not acting of my own accord as my hand wanders towards his cock.

“Ah, ah, ah!” I hear Cassian tut before scooping me into his arms and pulling me away from Rhys. Causing the latter to groan in frustration.

“Using daemati to get a female to jerk you off? That’s a new low for you, Rhys.” Azriel chuckles

Daemati. That would explain why I didn’t feel like I was in control for that one moment. I had heard that the High Lord possessed such powers, but I thought they were simply myths.

I feel myself being bent over the storage bench at the end of the bed, the cloth covered fluff cushioning my knees and hands as I feel a harsh slap to my bum.

“Fuck this is going to be so good,” Cassian murmurs from behind me.

Azriel stands at the other end of the bench fisting his cock but before he can speak Cassian enters me.

“Oh Gods!” I scream as I feel myself being pushed forward on my hands.

The stretch of the general filling me so completely had me wondering if Azriel was right about my ability to take them all earlier. Cassian’s hands come to pull me down onto him, as if he needed the help to fully sheathe himself. One hand on my lower back, one on my hip.

“Shit she’s so fuckin’ tight,” Cassian groans as he begins to rock into me.

“Please, please,” Rhysand begs from his spot on the bed.

I don’t even bother to see the new beads of sweat dripping from his brow, the drops of precum leaking out of his painfully hard cock. Hell, I can’t even think about anything other than the feeling of Cassian picking up the pace behind me.

“Shh Rhys, I’m enjoying this tight little pus,” Cassian groans, tightening his hold on my hips.

My arms are starting to go limp when Azriel’s hand tilts my chin up so he can see my fucked out face.

“Open your mouth little one,” he says, fisting his cock and I obey like a puppet on a string. “What a good girl,” he smirks before tapping his cock on my outstretched tongue.

“Fuck her mouth Az,” Cassian groans doubling down on his thrusts behind me.

“You’re such an obedient little thing, I think I’m going to have a lot of fun with you.” he croons before thrusting his cock inside my mouth.

The general’s relentless hammering shoves Azriel’s cock down my throat in perfect tandem and I start to wonder if there are other females who have found themselves in my position. With the way they fuck both ends of me so efficiently I wouldn’t doubt it.

It isn’t until my drool is falling down my face mixing with my tears that Azriel grips my hair forcing me down on his cock more. The male became more needy than he had been all night as his soft grunts filled the room. My eyes flitted to his hazel ones and a self satisfied smirk crossed his face.

“You like this don’t you? You like being fucked in both your little holes?” He teases me, pulling my hair harder.

His words have me whimpering around him and curling my toes. The spymaster was right, I loved this. That I could make these males, the most powerful in the Night Court, so feral, so unhinged.

Cassain chuckles behind me slapping my ass again, “Too bad we don’t have someone to fuck this third hole back here,” he says taunting Rhys as I feel him trace a finger over that said third hole.

“Fuck,” Rhys hisses from where Azriel has him restrained, watching the show they’re giving him.

I feel my legs starting to tremble beneath me and as they start to give out Cassian swipes both hands under my hips to keep me upright. So upright my knees don't even touch the bench anymore allowing him to fuck me harder, deeper, and faster.

“You going to cum little one?” Cassian taunts me, picking up the pace a bit.

My whine is enough to have Azriel slamming his hips into my face, spilling himself down my throat as my nose brushes the hair at the base of his cock. For a moment I can’t breathe at all, as I feel his seed spill over my tongue. When he pulls out I finally take in a deep breath, which is short lived as he grabs my chin forcing me to meet his gaze again.

“Swallow,” he orders.

I do as I’m told, feeling the thick white ropes slide down my throat, warming my stomach.

His thumb tugs my jaw down forcing my mouth open as he makes sure every last drop is gone. When he’s satisfied he closes my mouth and gives my cheek a light slap, “good girl.” he mutters.

“Finally,” Cassian breathes and I feel my front being shoved into the cushions on the bench before me, allowing Cassian to drive deeper. It seems his brother's use of my mouth was quite the inconvenience for him.

I make eye contact with Rhys who's painting and sweating. Moans and curses fall from his lips as he watches Cassian take me hard. It’s not long until I’m cumming around his cock.

“Oh gods!” I scream feeling my legs shake and the knot in my stomach unwind as I cum all over the general’s cock.

Cassian growls, deep and primal, before delivering one last thrust, spilling himself into me, “That’s a good girl. Take it, take all of it.” he groans, forcing my body down.

As the Illyrian pulls out of me I can feel my heart beating in my throat and in my head. My chest rises and falls in time with my shaking legs. But I know I’m not done, not while Rhysand looks at me like I’m water and he’s been wandering the deserts of summer for too long.

“You were so good, Rhys,” Cassian taunts, running his hand down the High Lord’s leg making his chest rise faster. “We just wanted to thank you for your wonderful gift, didn’t we Az?”

Azriel nodded next to me, his scarred hands pulling me up by my shoulders and then hoisting me up by my thighs so my back was to his front. The position was more than awkward, but as he placed me on his High Lord’s shaking lap I understood why.

“Make him feel real good princess, we love our Rhysie,” Azriel laughs upon seeing Rhys breath picking up. Despite his words he kept his restraints on the Lord, one last test.

I place my hands on his chest, the skin there cold and clammy, and I can’t help but want to feel more. His eyes are blown out, and I feel as though he’s looking right through me. He’s a vision like this, maybe even more so than when he was sitting behind his desk looking like sheer power. He was vulnerable here.

I run a hand down his face like I’m unable to help it and his eyes widen, “So handsome my Lord,” I breathe. “What do you want from me?” I ask as I press my lips to his.

He can hardly kiss back, can hardly even think besides anything but the need. Beside him his brothers run a hand through his hair and whisper praises to him, trying to bring him back.

“Anything p-please, t-touch me,” he whimpers and I swear I see a tear roll down his face. From not being touched at all, to being touched everywhere but where he needs most, the High Lord was being pushed to his limits.

“Yes my Lord,” I whisper before sinking myself on his cock.

Where Cassian was thicker, Rhysand was long, digging so deep into me that I felt a pinch as he brushed my cervix. The pain bringing me back from the fuck out haze the spymaster and the general left me in.

Rhysand hissed low, “Oh fuck yes,” he groans pushing his head back on the headboard.

Cassian’s hand comes up to brush the fallen hair and sweat from his High Lord’s head, “She’s a tight little thing isn’t she?” he asks, pressing a kiss to his temple.

I splay my hands across Rhys’ chest, trying to give myself the leverage needed to bounce myself up and down on his cock. The slow drag of him inside of me has me scrunching my eyes shut trying to savor every sensation. My shaking legs make it hard to move myself up and down.

“More, p-please,” Rhysand groans, his voice dropping deeper and starting to resemble the tone I heard this afternoon.

“Az give her a hand,” Cassian instructs from where he sits by Rhys.

I feel Azriel settle in behind me, his warm chest bumping against the clammy skin of my back. His hands lift my hips helping me to bounce up and down like I’m nothing but a cocksleeve. The motion makes me gasp and writhe as I’m able to settle to a faster and more stable pace.

“Oh fuck Az,” Rhysand bites out. “I can’t,” he groans and I watch the muscles of his chest and arms go taut as he pulls on the shadowy bindings that keep him from touching me.

The strain in his arms and chest is so great that I can see each individual muscle the Lord had built through the years. I couldn’t help but run my hands over him feeling each one.

“Let him go Az,” Cassian instructs the shadowsinger and within seconds the bindings are gone, like even Az wanted to see what his High Lord would do next.

Rhysand’s hands fall from the headboard and find their way to my hips. Turns out him not being able to touch me was a punishment for both of us. He shifts his hips so I fall forward, and he connects his lips to mine as he thrusts up into me, putting me at his mercy.

He consumes my mouth fully, running his hands up and down my sides greedily before squeezing my breast making me moan into his mouth. The way he kisses me tells me that I’m no longer in charge and neither is anyone else in this room for that matter.

His lips detach from mine and fall to my neck leaving opened mouthed kisses there. His hands leave bruises in the skin of my hips as he slams up into me, his cock hitting my cervix with each stroke, those initial stings of pain becoming pleasure.

“Oh fuck Rhys,” I moan completely forgetting his title.

“Say it again,” he growls, his voice dangerously low. “Let them know who owns you!”

I had completely forgotten about the other Illyrians in the room with us. I glance to the side to find Azriel fisting his cock beside me. When I don’t moan the Lord name again a swift slap comes across my ass.

“Rhysand!” I cry out, feeling the euphoria of him.

“Fuck it,” he seethes and before I register what he means by it, my back hits the mattress.

The new position gives him a new range of motion to piston into me. Somehow he’s able to hit me even deeper this way. Causing me to let out wanton cries and moans as he fucks me, my polished nails scraping down his back trying to find purchase.

“Yeah Rhys get it!” Cassian cheers from the edge of the bed.

The taunt makes the High Lord feral, slamming his hips into me. He’s more animal than man at this point having been teased all night. The near primal growl he lets out has me cumming on his cock, my back arching off the back, my moan guttural.

My cunt squeezes his cock as pleasure lights up my body like lightning, and it isn’t long until I feel his hips stutter as he cums inside of me with a groan.

“Oh fuck yes,” his voice is like gravel as I feel him spilling inside of me endlessly, his seed joining Cassian’s.

Faintly, through the roaring in my ears I can hear Cassian and Azriel’s grunts as well as they finish. The idea of them getting off to their High Lord cumming inside of me is almost enough to make me beg him to do it again. But as he collapses beside me I feel how spent I truly am.

Rhys hand comes to brush back my hair from my face as he places a kiss to my temple, “Such a good girl for us,” he says to me before turning to Cassian again, “Go get her a towel and a glass of water.” he orders, clearly re-assuming his role as the High Lord.

He spends the next minute or so running a hand over my hair as he cradles me to his chest soothing me. My breath starts to slow and I feel a warm towel beneath my legs as Cassian wipes away the mess they both made. Glass touches my lips as Rhys helps me to drink the water brought to me. Whatever I don’t finish he downs in one go.

“Leave us,” he orders pulling the covers over our cold and clammy bodies.

“What no post sex cuddles for me?” Cassian laughs, throwing up his hands. I laugh before placing a kiss on Rhys chest, as much as I wouldn’t mind all three of them holding me right now I know who pays my bills now.

“Fine,” Rhys huffs, throwing back the covers behind me so Cass can slip in.

I wonder where Azriel will lie, but when my eyes search for him he’s already out the door walking to his own room undoubtedly. Something tells me he’s different from his two brothers, he’s quiet, but the words he told me earlier have me wondering what’s up his sleeve.

Cassian’s arms curl around me, and eventually the three of us fall asleep. But the voice that swims through my head as sleep takes me is Azriel’s.

I think I’m going to have a lot of fun with you…

(This is going to be a series! I think I'll do one for each bat boy! If you want to be tagged let me know and if there's any kinky shit you wanna see let me know in the comments or drop it in my inbox!)

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ew-selfish-art · 10 months

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Dpxdc (sounds like a bad joke) AU: A Cat, an Amazon and an underage Dead kid walk into a bar...

Selina Kyle was on official Catwoman business on the Coast of Greece, though of course she told her currently on (off again on again) boyfriend Bruce that it was just a girls weekend away. A particular jewel came to mind and it needed to be hers, ancient Obsidian carved with symbols of power (and yes, one of the symbols happened to be a cat.)

Selina knew she was getting close to the artifact when Diana Prince showed up. The no-good goody-two-shoes museum curator seemed to have a will of iron, and each time they crossed paths, the tall beauty had some passing remark about Bruce (which was really starting to get under Selina's skin) and the fact that they were just friends. Who does this chick even think she is? Just because she can speak fluent Greek, knows Selina's boyfriend's favorite bedtime story to read his kids, and has an ass that just won't quit doesn't mean she's better than her!

Selina is going to (remind herself frequently that women in competition is just a factor of the misogynistic capitalistic society they live in) do her best to keep under the radar, steal the artifact fast, and then make Bruce propose to her.

But then this weird scrawny kid shows up and asks if she's seen something of his. Selina is on the street, sitting at a table outside the local cafe conveniently located across the street from the auction house holding the artifact, when he approaches. He looks like he could be one of Bruce's kids, made distinct by his very nervous demeanor and shrunken shoulder's attempting to make him look smaller. Briefly, he tells her about a piece of black glass that has a few drawings of his on it, about the size of his palm, and may or may not have some lingering ability to... he doesn't finish his sentence.

Diana was walking across the street to go into the auction house... but to Selina's chagrin, the tall could-be-a-model crosses and approaches them instead. Her eyes are settled on the young man, and he's nervously asking her something in Greek. (How did a kid with a midwestern accent speak fluent greek?) Diana explains that he must have gotten a replica of the item showing in the Auction house somehow, and the kid looks like he's eaten a sour lemon all of a sudden.

A projectile comes hurdling at them a mere moment after the kid's cold breath becomes visible in the hot greek sun- Diana braces the impact for them both, her golden bracers revealed from under her sensible work blouse sleeves.

"Oh! You're Wonder Woman!" The kid gleefully exclaims, which makes Diana and Selina both die a little inside, before adding: "Hey, no worries about this guy, I got 'em. But could you grab that chunk of obsidian for me? It's mine and I'm seriously in hot water for having broken my cro- er- for losing it in the first place. Thanks!"

He suddenly bloomed into white hair and green eyes, a dark suit appearing from nowhere, and flew towards the threat. Wonder Woman didn't spare a single word on Selina and chased after him into combat.

Selina sipped on her coffee and, upon finishing it- casually got up, went to the auction house, and stole the Obsidian. Finders Keepers.

It was the late afternoon when Diana walked into the Bar right behind Selina with the teen at her side. He looked nervous but was eye-ing the bottles on the wall as much as he was trying to look intimidating to her. Diana looked annoyed at best, and not just with Selina.

"I think we should have a little chat, sound good to you Kitten? Princess, did you want to stay to talk too?" Selina's famous cat like grin on full display.

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc #dc x dp #dc crossover #dp crossover #catwoman #wonderwoman #selina kyle #danny phantom #diana prince #my only goal is for one person tag 'foaming at the mouth 4 this' cause thats how i feel and i want to be seen #please someone continue this with the batkids + young justice getting involved #looking at you cassie and tim drake

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lab1rynth · 1 year

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YAN!FEMBOY

Yan!Femboy who you met working at a cafe, you were honestly confused when you first saw him, you thought he was a woman before he spoke, asking you for your order. His body was quite feminine, it was not helping that he was wearing a dress, but his voice was low.

Yan!Femboy who likes chatting with you when taking your order, being quite friendly as he worked, when bidding you goodbye he hoped you would come back. He always hoped costumers would come back, he absolutely enjoyed having 'regular's.

Yan!Femboy who gets absolutely giddy when he sees you sat in the same place you were the day before, strutting up to you happily and taking your order, taking note that you ordered the same thing that you had ordered yesterday.

Yan!Femboy who you continue this cycle with almost every day for the next few months. One day you see him off work, dressed in a short pink skirt and a beige turtleneck, his hair done up in a messy bun and tied with a ribbon. His small height was boosted by the two-inch platforms he wore. He was quite giddy to see you it public, giving you a friendly hug before engaging in conversation. He tells you that you both should definitely meet outside of the cafe more!

Yan!Femboy who gives you his number and sends you good night and good morning messages, sending you random cat gifs throughout the day, as well as random fit checks. He had grown to love talking to you, staring at your messages for hours on end until you texted him, where he would respond almost immediately.

Yan!Femboy who finds himself trying to find clothes that would catch your eye, staring at himself in the mirror and imagining you loving up on him, praising him and your hands on him, giving him a little shiver at the thought.

Yan!Femboy who texts you one day, asking to go out and eat together, which you agree to! He gets dressed in some of his best clothing, feeling himself up and hyping himself up until you text him and tell him your waiting outside. His smile widens at the text and he would immediately rush outside and greet you before closing the door behind him and starting to walk with you to the restaurant.

Yan!Femboy who is just interested in your life, asking you about personal things like where you work, your birthday, your favorite color, are you single? Yan!Femboy who genuinely gets sad when you told him you're dating someone, his eyes moving to look out the window of the restaurant as you kept talking, oblivious to his silence. You tell him more about your partner, and send him a link to their Instagram so you both could get to know each other. When he went home that night, he tossed off his shoes, jumped on his bed and shoved his face into his pillow, screaming and crying, his eyeliner running down his face as his legs kicked in the air.

Yan!Femboy who ran out of tears a few hours later, staring up at the ceiling, his face still damp with tears and his phone resting on his chest. He hadn't responded to any of your texts you sent him yet, he couldn't without remembering he wasn't able to have you.

Yan!Femboy who gets an idea, he clicks on the link to your partners Instagram and scrolls around a bit. Okay, he could work with this. He friended them, and sent the first message, his plan was finally set in motion and he was willing to wait as long as he could to finally have you.

Yan!Femboy who became your partners bestest friend after a few months, you were quite happy to see your two favorite people enjoying each other's company. They told each other everything, he even went out to do stuff with them multiple times a week. Little did they know that every time the thought of them come up in his mind, he seethed with hatred.

Yan!Femboy who, after a year, told your best friend that you had been cheating on them, sending photoshopped evidence to them and asked them to keep quiet about where they got the information. They were obviously distraught and broke up as soon as they could with you in a screaming fit before kicking you out of their house, your stuff getting thrown out onto the sidewalk. You had gone to the only person you could think of, him.

Yan!Femboy who happily took you in and comforted you, telling you how bad of a partner they were for trusting an anonymous tip over you. How horrible of a person they were for throwing you out like that without listening to you. He gave you a tight squeeze and comforted you for the rest of that day.

Yan!Femboy who took advantage of your sad state of mind, getting closer and closer to you that you feel as if you start to fall in love with him. His cute little giggle, his scrunched up face when he's focused, the way he's always there and seems to know exactly what you need, he's perfect for you and you finally see that. Oh god, but what if he doesn't like you? What if he's just being friendly? You wished you had the courage to tell him how you feel, poor you.

#x fem!reader #male reader #x female reader #x gn reader #x male reader #x male y/n #x masc reader #male yandere #x female y/n #fem reader #gn reader #x gender neutral reader #yandere x you #yandere writing #WhiteBall

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froggoon · 11 months

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˚✧₊MEGUMI'S GIRLFRIEND⁺˳✧༚

A short one-shot where you are Megumi’s Secret Girlfriend

★ pairing: Megumi x f!reader ( slight Yuta )

★ wc: 1.38k

No one expected Megumi to have a girlfriend. The guy had no rizz as Yuji would say. He had about as much personality as a block of stone. “Yah Megumi, tonight me and Nobara are headed out to Roppongi to go clubbing want to join?” Yuji asked his friend. They had just finished all their missions and would have off the next few days

“No, go on without me.”

It wasn’t unusual for Megumi to say no, so Yuji, Nobara, and the 2nd years went without him.

The next time the trio went on a mission they noticed Megumi couldn’t stay off his phone. It’s like he was glued to it.

“Who are you texting? You don’t have any friends besides us.” Nobara was just as nosey as Yuji when it came to Megumi’s personal life. And as usual, the response was “None of your business”.

The Jujutsu Sorcerer life was a tough one. If you found a partner that was great. Staying alive, working , and keeping your partner happy and safe was another challenge. But Megumi somehow did it. He loved you with all his heart. Made time for you. Took you on dates. He showed you a soft side that he had never shown anyone before. You and Megumi had been together for over a year and you had never met his friends and still didn’t know too much about his school life.

It was Friday and every Friday Megumi took you out on a date. It didn’t matter where, how long it was, or if he had a mission, he would always do something with you on Friday nights.

Last week he took you to the aquarium to look at the sharks, your favorite animal. You split a sandwich in the cafe ( cuz ur boi poor like his dad) and he bought you the cutest fluffiest shark plushie that currently sits on your bed.

However, this Friday was tough, he has just gotten back from a mission and was covered in bruises. After a short trip to Shoko, he made his way to your place to relax and watch on of your favorite movies, Legally Blonde. However this time, his absence did not go unnoticed by Yuji whose room was right next door.

The next morning Nobara and Yuji were walking to the training field to meet with Gojo and Yuji thought it was the perfect time to have a little gossip sesh. “Hey, Megumi snuck out last night.”

“What ? No way that guy definitely has no where to go. What do you think he doing?”

“I don’t know he’s been acting sort of weird”

“How so?”

“Well, For the last few months, he’s been going out on his own, staring at his phone a lot and sneaking out… MAYBE HE'S DEALING DRUGS”

After a quick wack in the head from Nobara “No freaking way he’s dealing, he’s probably reading new ways to train or something”

For the next weeks, the duo would stalk Megumi. They began noticing things. The slight blushes on the check after a sly phone call, the hint of lavender on his clothes when he came back to the school, a necklace in the shape of a heart he wore that was way too girly for him to buy himself.

It wasn’t until the next Friday that Yuji and Nobara decided to follow Megumi when he left. Dressed up in horrid disguises, they followed Megumi to the train station where he bought a small bouquet of daisies at the flower shop.

One… two… three…four… they counted four stops before the train arrived to shibuya.

“He went all the way to Shibuya? For what … the flowers? No way this guy is on a date…”

“Nobara! Hey he definitely is on a date! He got all dressed up and brought gifts!” Yuji replied as they both scurried after Megumi to avoid losing him in the crowd.

“No … way.” Yuji and Nobara’s jaws dropped as they saw a gorgeous woman run into Megumi’s arms before he swung her around, landing a small kiss on her head. The look in Megumi’s eyes and the expression on his face was something they hadn’t seen before. It was a look of pure love and adoration for this woman dressed in another Tokyo school uniform. The couple chatted a bit, you thanked Megumi for the flowers and gave him a swift kiss on his lips. Kissing Megumi was a treat, he was soft and gentle, but his arms around you were strong and protective. Almost as if he was afraid you’d disappear if he let go.

Yuji and Nobara were shell-shocked. Firstly Megumi had a girlfriend and DIDN’T TELL ANYONE and secondly, you were hot as fuck. No way a guy like Megumi could land you. But to you, it felt like it was the other way around. Megumi was perfect for you. He was a gentleman who showed you what love was and treated you with respect and kindness. It didn't help the fact that he adored everything about you.

After Yuji and Nobara got over their shock and gorged on food in Shibuya. They went back to Jujutsu High and gossiped more about you and Megumi.

Four months had passed and neither Megumi nor Yuji and Nobara brought you up. Yuji was waiting for Megumi to tell him on his own, and Nobara wanted to see how long Megumi could keep the secret for.

“Hello first years! We have a new student joining us today. Treat her well!” Gojo was never really good at intros. Stepping around Gojo there you stood in your own Jujutsu high uniform looking just as cute as when Yuji and Nobara first saw you. The duo almost broke their necks to look at Megumi but he showed no reaction, you didn’t either.

It wasn’t until you four headed to the training field to meet up with the 2nd years till Yuji and Nobara started whispering.

“How are they going to pretend they don’t even notice each other!?”

“They didn’t even look at each other!”

Dumbfounded, they watched as Yuta approach you with a friendly smile on his face. Standing a little too close he introduced himself. “Hi (y/n) I’m Yuta Okkotsu, 2nd year and special grade sorcerer.” Yuji and Nobara watched Megumi as a large tick appeared on his forehead. Seems as if Megumi was the jealous type. As you and Yuta conversed a little more the duo swore they saw steam rising from Megumi’s spikey hair. After 3 minutes and you laughing at Yuta's stuttering, Megumi stalked forward and grabbed you by the waist. His grip was firm, not too much to hurt you but enough to show Yuta that he was serious.

“Oi, (y/n) I see you’ve met Okkotsu-senpai.”

“Yes, Gumi I have! We were just taking about our abilities”

“Oh yeah, you’ve showed me them all the time. I know you abilities in and out. “

Panda , Maki, Inumaki, Yuji, and Nobara watched the interaction unfold and Megumi practically hovered over you.

“Megumi… or… Gumi he he… YOU DIDN’T TELL US YOU HAD A GIRLFRIEND.” Panda shouted.

“Oh yeah… I guess I didn’t. Well, everyone this is my girlfriend (y/n) we’ve been together a little over a year now.” Megumi confessed as he looked at you.

Yuji and Nobara sweated before shouting “We’ve been WAITING for you to finally admit that. It was eating us ALIVE.” This is definitely the longest secret the pair had kept.

Megumi chuckled “I know. I saw you guys following us on our date to Shibuya. You guys are shit whisperers and dressed like Sherlock Holmes…”

“YOU KNEW???!” At this point, Yuji and Nobara were shocked and accepted defeat. They needed to work on their spy skills.

“Yep, I knew I just wanted to see how long you guys could hold out for. But thank you. I just wanted to keep my girlfriend to myself but now that she’s here we’ll all my seeing more of each other” Megumi said as he grabbed your hand.

“I like your friends Gumi, they’re funny. I hope Yuji doesn’t mind me coming over to your room too often though. Don’t worry Yuji I’ll buy you some earplugs.” You said as you kissed Megumi on the cheek, effectively leaving everyone speechless.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk megumi #megumi #megumi fushiguro #megumi x reader #jujutsu megumi #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu yuji #yuji itadori #jjk nobara #nobara kugisaki #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #megumi x y/n #megumi x you

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miinatozakiii · 10 months

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moonlight serenade

kindergarden teacher!sana x fem!reader. (pt. 3)

summary: sana finds you even cuter after seeing you in shark pj's, you two are hopeless lesbians, you drive sana home and it's more romantic than it should be – oh my god you're not a mother?

wc: 5.3k

warnings: mentions of food, i think that's it ; reader has tattoos ; u two are hopeless romantics ; lesbians being lesbians

pt 1. pt2. pt4.

a/n: I love jazz. I've been listening to jazz in a bakery/cafe while writing each part actually. pls listen to moonlight serenade by ella fitzgerald, it's a work of art and one of my all time favorites :-D

(are lyrics in fics corny? I have no idea. I just love jazz and thought this song was perfect for this part.)

trying to write as much before I move! enjoy ;-]

“Are you actually serious?” Jihyo says, placing her cup of coffee down. Sana pinches the bridge of her nose and lets out a small breath,

“Jihyo, I don’t know what to do,” Sana says defeatedly.

Two months have passed by and that means two months of seeing you every now and then. Johnny, your brother, has returned from his business trip, so he ended up being the one to take Hana to school in the morning and the one to pick her up in the afternoon. You, however, were not going to miss the chance to see this lovely woman named Sana. 5'4 inches of pure beauty and charm. So, you convinced him to let you take Hana to school once or twice a week just to see who you think is the woman blessed by Aphrodite.

I mean, the temperature is dropping, and the warmth that spreads through your body when you see Sana is definitely something you need for this weather.

Every week Sana would see you in the morning once or twice. You two would exchange your friendly greetings before Hana goes off to chat with her new best friend Jiyeong, you’d stare at each other all lovingly (you two are oblivious, it’s sick), and then part ways. Rinse and repeat, reuse, reduce, recycle, etc, this went on for two damn months.

Sana would never say anything more, she wouldn’t flirt, she wouldn’t ask you out, and she wouldn’t do anything but be friendly. She still believed that you were literally her student’s mother, and there was a guilt that got heavier every time her heart did a flip from seeing you.

Each interaction sparked a small flame in your hearts, and just before it grew bigger, you’d wave goodbye; the flame would die again, never growing large enough to really warm you two the way you both needed.

“Sana… I honestly have no clue what to say,” Jihyo starts, and she looks at the young teacher in front of her, practically losing her mind, “I mean, you’re sure she’s her mom?”

“Yes, I mean, the girl’s dad and her take turns dropping her off and whatnot. I'm not going to be more delusional than I already am trying to find anything that makes her seem less like a mother, I mean, it's clear that she is the mother of that girl.” Sana explains, and her heart sinks a little, “I guess her dad is nice, though, and tall, I don’t know.” Sana groans.

Jihyo watches Sana stick out her signature little pout and swirl the coffee in her cup,

“Well… There are always others, no?”

“I don’t know, it’s just something about her Jihyo,” and Jihyo listens with interest, “I just, ever since we met, I feel like, there was some kind of… god this is so embarrassing…” Sana trails off, putting a hand on her forehead and pinching her eyes shut from slight embarrassment. Sana reminisces the way you’d joke about Hana making your wrinkles appear if she kept it up with her little antics, how you’d make her laugh at your little comments, and the way your eyes scan the room for her in the mornings and -

“You’ve been a hopeless romantic since we were roommates, I’ve probably heard worse.” Jihyo sighs, and she reminisces about the days when Sana and she had to share a small single-bedroom dorm, and how she would gush about anything and romanticize everything.

“Look, she’s just so pretty… Maybe we could just be friends? She’s sweet.” Sana suggests, and Jihyo laughs in disbelief.

“You want to be friends with someone’s mother that you also, or, might have a crush on?”

“Maybe.”

You let yourself in through the front door with your spare keys, hanging your jacket on the coat hanger and sliding your shoes off, setting them on the shoe rack.

There’s a faint melody of a slow, soft song playing, and there’s a low voice that hums along to the old tune. It fits the atmosphere of the quiet house on a Thursday night.

You creep through the hall quietly to see your brother in the dimmed kitchen washing a few plates. He’s in a navy long-sleeved shirt with its sleeves rolled up so water doesn't temporarily shade his apparel, and loose shorts that go down to just above his knees. His hair is a bit messy, and he looks nerdy with his circular black glasses on. You laugh at the sight of him in his pajamas and slides, he jumps a little and turns his head in surprise after hearing you.

“My god, at least text me.” He sighs, and you chuckle at him. You make your way over to the area where he is and sit across from him at the kitchen island, he directs his attention back to the dirty plate in his hand, “Did you need something?”

“Kinda.”

“You know where everything is, just grab it if you need it. Also, be quiet, Hana just fell asleep.” Johnny responds, turning off the sink and placing the white dish in the dishwasher.

“It’s not a physical thing, I just… maybe some advice, or at least your thoughts.”

“...On?”

“There’s this girl,”

"Oh," He mumbles quietly, “You’re ready to date again?”

“I think so,” You begin, “She’s different you know. Not like that girl in high school. She’s actually the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and she’s sweet and nice and caring and-”

“How long have you known her?”

“Two months...”

“So it is Ms. Minatozaki.” Johnny scoffs, though, not in an insulting way, more of an ‘I fucking knew it’ way. He picks up a rag and starts to wipe it on the countertop.

You look at your taller brother in surprise, “How did you know?”

“Hana tells me all about you two y’know? Why else would you willingly wake up earlier than you should to drop off my daughter at school? And, she tells me that you ask about her teacher?” He laughs, “You’re not good at hiding things, never have been.”

“Hey!” You say defensively, and a little too loud as it makes him put a finger to his lips,

“Lower your voice.”

“Sorry.” You mumble, laying your head on your palm. Johnny turns his body to face you instead of the counter connected to the sink that he had previously been wiping,

“Soooo, what are you going to do?”

“I don’t know Johnny.”

“You think she likes you?” He asks, genuinely curious about your new interest. Johnny grabs two glasses of water and places them on the counter, then sits down to the right of you, making sure to give his full attention to you.

Johnny has always been a good brother, and you two had your necessary brother-sister moments where you were at each other's throats; in fact, you’d bicker all the damn time and it even went on into high school. However, you two always had each other’s backs. Even when you hated each other there would be moments where you two were the only ones who understood each other, and sometimes time seemed to stop when you’d talk about the deeper topics and anything bothering you two.

And so, time slows down as Johnny listens to your rant.

“We’re friendly, I mean, what am I thinking? I feel slightly delusional I won’t even lie,” You sigh, “She’s so pretty and sweet and I just, I really want to get to know her. Like ever since I met her I felt like… It’s so corny but I swear the world literally paused for a moment.” You add, shifting your look away from your older brother.

How are you supposed to tell your brother that this woman that you’ve known for two months is making you lose some sleep, and, by the way, you haven’t even had a full conversation with her either. You think of the woman that you go out of your way to run into and see for ten minutes a day total, twice a week. You think of her radiant smile that rivals the sun's rays, the voice that’s more soothing than any song on your playlist, and the way her eyes light up when she sees you, and -

“You’re head over heels, huh,” Johnny says, amused.

“Don’t be ridiculous, I barely know her.” you lie,

“Well, you could.”

“And how am I supposed to do that? ‘Oh hey I think of you day and night just because I think you’re cute and nice and I think I almost overfilled a cup of cold brew while daydreaming about you, uh maybe we could go out sometime?’”

“Maybe don’t say that much, dumbass.” Your older brother says playfully, “Just start with a compliment or something, you seriously suck at this romance stuff.”

“Thanks,” You mutter, rolling your eyes, “But what if she thinks that’s weird? I’m literally her student’s aunt.”

“Maybe,” Johnny sighs and finishes the water in his cup, “Maybe you should get some rest, y/n. If you lose sleep over this woman who you’ve never had a full conversation with, imagine how much sleep you’ll lose when you finally do.” He stands up and makes his way over back to the sink to rinse the glass cup you had gotten him for his last birthday, “So, maybe you should catch up on rest now and rant to me when you finally have the balls to actually make a conversation with her, then I could actually give you some decent advice."

“You suck.”

“I want to give you my feedback and advice, but this is literally all I can say right now: ask her out and come back to me.”

“This is too much.”

“You’re a loser, y/n.” Johnny jokes, and he takes the cup that you hadn’t touched away and then rinses it.

You don’t even get to plan anything or prepare yourself for your next interaction with Sana, and you look stupid when you run into her too.

You’re at the nearest convenience store in an oversized t-shirt that was your brothers’, the gray shirt with a shark graphic on it that was too comfy to not steal. Paired with that tee were plaid shorts and white socks with more sharks on them that you had gotten from Hana last Christmas, along with grayish-green clogs on your feet.

You were dressed like a college student that was on a budget, and of course, you had to run into the woman of your dreams at a convenience store at 12:24 am on a Friday night while looking stupid.

Sana had run into you while you scanned the drinks section. You didn’t notice her calling out your name while there was pop music playing in your earbuds, and when you turned to see who had tapped on your shoulder your eyes widened.

Sana held a small basket in her hand, and she wore a purple sweatshirt along with gray sweatpants, much more presentable than what you were wearing. Your face goes red as you realize that she’s caught you looking ridiculous, all while she looks perfect.

Her hair is clipped up and some strands fall over her face, and she looks so unbelievably adorable just standing there smiling at you.

“Hi.” She says, looking you up and down.

She scans your whole look and gets a little flustered by how precious you look. Your hair is messed up and disheveled at the roots, as if you’d just gotten out of bed and ran a hand through it. The oversized t-shirt drowned your figure in comfort, and your inked, toned forearms were revealed. The t-shirt you wore had a cute shark graphic on it, Sana had guessed that your daughter had something to do with why you had that shirt. She smiles at the sight of you in such comfy clothing, looking lovely as ever while you stare back at her.

“Hey.” You respond, taking out an earbud,

“It’s surprising to see you here y/n,” Sana giggles, “Thirsty?” She questions, and she’s peeking at the vitamin water in one of your hands.

“I guess so.” You mumble, biting the inside of your cheek and putting a hand in your pocket, “It’s pretty surprising to see you here too.” You add. Surprising, but wow, definitely lucky. When would you ever see her looking so comfy and out of her workplace looking so cute?

Sana giggles and you feel like a huge gust of wind has hit you so suddenly, about to hit you off your feet. You smile brightly.

“I couldn’t sleep, I wanted something to snack on,” Sana shrugs. You glance at her basket and see some spicy turtle chips in the basket,

“Eating something spicy at this time is new to me, most people would have something warm, no?”

“Maybe.” Sana mutters, “I like your outfit, by the way.”

Your ears turn red again and you look down at your clothing, “Yeah… It’s a shirt from Hana’s dad, haha, that’s why it’s so big.”

Sana’s heart sinks a bit at the mention of Hana’s dad.

Sana and Johnny had met other times, and Sana thought he was nice, sweet, and she can't lie he does has a nice smile, but not as nice as yours. He treated Hana with care; Sana could tell he loved her dearly, as much as you did.

“I see, I like it. The two of them must love sharks, she always draws them during class.”

“She and her dad are very similar, lots of shark things in the house. I prefer koalas.” You reply. You wonder why the hell you’re mentioning koalas at this time, at this moment in this place, but it doesn’t matter because it seems to spark some kind of conversation with the woman in front of you, and Sana thinks it’s cute, actually.

“Koalas?” She questions amusingly, "They’re cute. I think hamsters are cuter, though.”

“hamsters?”

“Mhm.”

You chuckle at her response and wonder, how does she get cuter every time? Sana turns her head to eye at the drinks, then makes her way to the refrigerator door to grab one for herself, she grabs a canned iced americano and turns her body to face you again,

“Do you live near? I feel like I would’ve run into you sooner if you did.” Sana says, looking at the can in her right hand.

“Uh - no. The nearest convenience store closes at 12, so I just drove around until I found one open.” You answer, “Do you live near?” You ask. You wonder if the question is too weird or creepy to ask, I mean, this is a woman you don’t know too well, and would it be weird to ask a person you find so attractive where they live?

“Kind of. It’s a fifteen-minute walk, maybe less, give or take. The one right next to my place is closed too.”

“You walked? At this time?” You question her. Worry takes over your whole body because she walked alone? In the dark? At this hour?

Sana just hums in response, “Yeah, the neighborhood is really quiet and not too bad.”

“Still, you should’ve driven or something.”

“I don’t drive.” She simply states. You furrow your brows. She just stares back at you with those big brown eyes, it almost makes you forget about worrying.

She walks past you and heads to the self-checkout, you follow. There's a sudden idea that pops up in your mind, and you usually wouldn't be so bold to suggest or ask anything so direct, but it's twelve in the morning and your mind is too scrambled to make or think of any decent decisions.

“Sana,” You murmur, voice just barely above a whisper as you find the confidence for what you’re about to say, “Uh- this might be a little weird to ask, but, um…” You stutter, why the hell are you stuttering? She’s staring at you with those large espresso-colored eyes that remind you of your job at the moment, and the longer she stares back at you the more your mind races. This woman has your heart doing flips and pounding through your chest, you can barely manage your thoughts and words,

“Yes?”

“Uh, could I take you home?” You finally say, barely managing to make eye contact with her and it’s a humbling experience as your usually leveled (at least you think) demeanor crumbles under the presence of this woman.

“You don’t have to. It’s late and I don’t want to cause you too much trouble, y/n.”

“I’d be much more troubled if I knew you were walking home alone at this time, I insist.”

“Alright then. Let me pay first.”

You pause for a moment and Sana just turns back around, scanning the chips and canned coffee she had in her basket. It’s almost 12:30 now, and a pretty girl is letting you take her home. This wonder of the world is letting your disheveled self take her home.

“You have a nice car,” Sana says. She's never had a thing for cars or really knew too much about them. She's only paid attention to Jihyo’s five-seat white Lexus and the black, modified BMW that belonged to her childhood friend Momo. Other cars don't really matter or stand out to her, but Sana’s interest in you grows when she first sees the green Mercedes. Five-seated car looks nice and neat from the outside, for some reason, it really catches her attention. When she sits in the passenger seat she’s hit with the smell of coconut and vanilla. There are two things hung from the internal rearview mirror: One, a small keychain of a koala, and two, a picture of you and Johnny.

Sana can’t help but smile at the picture of you two, you two look happy.

You start the engine and put on your seatbelt before putting the drink you bought in the cup holder. You press on the screen in your car and a slow jazz melody plays. Of course, it had to be a love song.

“I’ve never seen your tattoos up close, they’re really pretty.” Sana suddenly says as you start to move out of where you were parked. Her eyes scan from your upper forearm, where the tattoo started, and down to where it ended just below your wrist, “I only saw a bit of them when you had dropped Hana off the first day.” Sana added.

She wanted to add on about how she also noticed the tattoo just under your knuckles too, and how she found the ink on your skin so endearing. She wanted to tell you all about the things she found attractive about you. From the noticeable things like your bold features to the little things she’s noted in her mind from every meeting. The way you’d always run a hand through your beautiful hair once or twice, the eye contact you couldn’t hold with her, the way you bit the inside of your cheek when you were quiet, the way your fingers often tugged at the beaded bracelet on your hand, how cute it was to watch you say bye to your daughter, and various other little details. Sana wanted to tell you all about those things, but that would be incredibly weird, right?

“Oh, yeah, thank you. I got the tattoo on my forearm a couple of years ago. Hana picked out the butterfly on my hand last year, actually.” You say, looking at the screen of your car as you back up a bit, making sure you don’t hit anything.

“Oh, also, you can type the address on my phone. Here.” You add, handing her the device. Sana types in her address quickly and it pops up on the screen. It’s a quick 4-minute drive, and you both wished it were a bit longer.

The music continues to play softly while you two sit in silence, and it somehow makes the mood a bit more intimate whilst the faint sound of Ella Fitzgerald's voice echoes,

I stand and I wait

For the touch of your hand in the June night

The roses are sighing

A moonlight serenade

Your breath hitches, “Um, you can change the song if you want…” You say embarrassed. Sana shakes her head and mumbles,

“It’s alright. I like it, It’s cute.” She admits, making you blush a bit. You grip the wheel a little tighter as you stop at the red light. The heartfelt lyrics fill the air with a romantic hum, and only the tender melody is heard as you sit together in silence.

The stars are aglow

And tonight how their light sets me dreaming

My love, do you know

That your eyes are like stars brightly beaming?

Sana’s heartbeat skips a little knowing that you listen to such romantic melodies, and she wonders if you love as romantically as such songs. Her mind wanders to the thought of you serenading her in the moonlight, or serenading her in a more domestic setting. The sudden thought of you humming along to these tunes while you cooked or cleaned allowed made her cheeks flush a bit. Jihyo was right: Sana is a hopeless romantic. She’s too far in to get out of the hole of these feelings, and her heart aches a little, the guilt piles up.

You on the other hand are freaking out.

Sana likes your lovey-dovey taste in music, and she seems content (Sana's having a crisis). Maybe you do have a chance with this woman, I mean, she’s already in your car and letting you take her home. Maybe you can do this again, maybe you can listen to songs like this together in a more intimate setting rather than your car, and maybe you can do more than just listen to Ella Fitzgerald together. All the maybe’s in your head are cut short as you reach her place and park in front of her apartment complex.

“We’re here.” You mutter, and you wish you weren’t.

Sana nods and reaches for the eco-friendly bag she had set down, unbuckles her seatbelt, then turns so that her eyes stare into yours with a new intensity. She puts her left hand on your right hand that had been gripping the gear shift ever so gently, your jaw tenses a bit and your left hand that had been on the wheel tightens its hold once more. She looks from your eyes to your lips, then back to your eyes again. Your heart is suddenly an acrobat the way it's doing so many flips.

“Thank you again, I appreciate it.” She says, and her other hand is on the handle of the door, ready to get out, but she doesn’t.

“Anytime, I didn’t want you to be out alone at this time.” you wonder how that sentence leaves your mouth so calmly because your heart is beating at least two hundred times per minute.

Sana’s lips curve into a smile again and you relax a bit,

“Well,” Sana starts, and she opens the door, “I’ll see you soon?”

“I’m picking up Hana on Monday.”

“Great. See you then, y/n.” She finally says, turning away and getting out of the car. You two look at each other again and your eye contact lingers a bit before she finally closes the door, waves, and turns to head inside the apartment complex.

The music continues to play, and your heart longs for her once again.

I stand at your gate

And I sing you a song in the moonlight

A love song, my darling

A moonlight serenade

A week passes after this encounter, and Sana is currently giving the kids an announcement that might have them jumping off the walls.

“Alright everyone in your seats please.” She says kindly. The students listen to her and shuffle to their seats, some chatter being shared as they do so. Sana claps her hands in a pattern to bring the students’ attention to her, and they clap their hands the same way that she had, quieting down in the process.

“Alright everyone, before I make this announcement, I need everyone to behave and not get too rowdy, okay?”

“Yes Ms. Minatozaki!” The class answers enthusiastically. Sana nods and smiles at them,

“Alright. So, there’s a special trip that is planned for you all next week.” She begins. The kids' faces start to light up after hearing the words “special trip” and almost all of them are itching to get more details on it. Sana’s face seems to light up with theirs from just looking at the excitement on their faces, so she continues,

“Next Wednesday we will be spending the day at the art museum downtown. There are going to be multiple people guiding you throughout the museum, and you’ll be able to learn about the art.” Sana explains, “And, at the end of the trip we’ll all meet back at a special room where you can paint along with an instructor.”

The kids’ smiles grow even wider, some are whispering to each other while others continue to keep their attention on the young teacher.

“Now, I also wanted to add that we will be needing some chaperones to help look after the class. I have some papers that I’ll give to you, make sure you show them to your mom, dad, or guardian. If they’d like to tag along to help out that would be great, and highly encouraged.” Sana says, pulling out a pile of papers from her desk, she begins to pass around said forms.

An hour passes and it’s free choice time. Hana walks up to the young teacher with the form that Sana had previously handed out. Sana smiles at the young girl and tilts her head,

“What is it, Hana? Is everything okay?” The young teacher questions,

“Um, Ms… What does guardian mean? You said mom, dad, and guardian earlier. Does that mean grown up?” Hana asks, and she looks at the paper as if her five-year-old self can read the whole thing with ease,

“I guess so. It’s an adult who takes care of you.” Sana explains to the girl. The girl hums to herself and furrows her brows,

“Does that mean y/n can come?”

“Of course, she’s your mom isn’t she?” Sana asks, and she’s confused as to why the girl looks up at her in surprise,

“My mom?”

“Yes… She’s your mom, no?”

“Ms. Minatozaki, Y/n is my aunt.”

Sana’s whole world stops for a moment. Y/n is her aunt?

“So your dad and her are…?”

“Y/n is my papa’s younger sister, she always jokes about him being so old,” Hana says, laughing to herself.

Sana genuinely stops functioning as she processes this new information: You’re not taken. Fireworks set off in her heart and confetti seems to pop: you’re not her mom. All the guilt that had been on her shoulders from thinking she was infatuated with a taken mother is gone, and it all makes sense now. Sana wonders how stupid she could’ve been, I mean, you and Hana’s dad had similar features, face shape, hair texture, and color. The young teacher had also realized that Hana only called you by your name, and not “mommy” or “mom” or anything like that; how could she have been so stupid?

“Ms. Minatozaki?”

“Oh, yeah, yes Hana. Y/n can come, of course, she can.” Sana says, and she really hopes you do come. Hana smiles and looks back at her paper before talking to her teacher again,

“You know, my aunt, she asks about you a lot.”

“She does?” Sana says, her heart skips a beat. Hana nods and looks back up at the teacher,

“She always asks about how school was, but she always ends up asking more about you and how you were during the day.” Sana’s eyes widen and she looks at the young girl in front of her, exposing you for being so interested in her.

The flame in her heart grows bigger, and it seems that the flame has no intention of dying down now that she knows you’re not Hana’s mother. Hana turns around and makes her way back to her desk to color after seeing that Sana wasn’t capable of responding again, and Sana doesn't even notice. Hana sits down unbothered, not knowing that she just turned Sana’s whole mood around, not knowing that this new piece of information will have her daydreaming the rest of the day – no, the rest of the week – maybe the rest of the month.

The school day comes to an end and the usual routine occurs: bell rings, kids scream, talk, and practically leap out of their seats to get in line to go to the entrance of the building. Sana waits with her usual group of eight, which includes Hana, and she hopes that today would be the day that you decided to pick her up. You had already picked Hana up on Monday, but now it’s Wednesday and those are the days that Hana’s dad would usually pick the little girl up, great.

Forty minutes pass and Sana sits down at the main office with Hana, no one had come to pick her up yet. Hana seems to be unbothered by this as she colors and draws on the sheet of paper that Sana had given her to cure her boredom, but she worries slightly since Jihyo still waits for her in the front.

Sana texts Jihyo a string of apologies and explanations and before she reads the instant reply, the sound of heavy breaths are heard as a familiar face enters the room, looking around all worried until her body relaxes when she sees her niece.

Y/n lets out a sigh of relief seeing Hana sitting down, coloring as if there wasn’t a single problem in the world. Her look shifts over to Sana, who is already looking at her. Their eyes meet and it makes the two women smile at one another.

“Hana,” your voice makes the little girl turn her head. She smiles and runs up to hug you, leaving her art on the desk,

“Aunt y/n!” And this is the first time Sana hears the little girl actually call you her aunt, she wishes that she would’ve called you aunt earlier (it would've saved her sleepless nights of wondering what the hell to do with her feelings, but at least she knows now).

You hug the little girl back and swipe away the strands of hair on her face, “Hi little one. Your dad had something come up at work, I rushed over as soon as my shift ended.” You explain. You turn back to share eye contact with the young teacher, eyes narrowing and lips curving upwards as you smile at her, “Thank you for watching her, I’m sorry for being so late.”

“It’s all right, really.” It’s more than all right, Sana thinks.

You grin again and turn your attention back to your niece, “Ready to go?”

“Yup!”

“Okay little one, come on.” and you crouch down to let her wrap around your shoulders, letting her piggyback ride you. You grab the art that your niece had made on the table and finally stand in front of Sana, thanking her.

“I’m sorry again, thank you so much.”

“It’s no problem, it’s nice to see you again,” Sana admits, a bit shyly too. The grin that’s already present on your lips grows and you wave to the shorter woman,

“I’ll see you.” You finally say, waving with your free hand and turning your head to the little one, “Let’s get going, your dad will be back by dinner.” You mutter, and Hana hums tiredly in response before you head out the main office doors, taking a quick glance at Sana, smiling again.

…

Jihyo’s going to lose her mind when I tell her all of this, Sana thinks to herself.

#sana imagines #kpop x reader #sana x reader #twice sana #twice x reader #gay gay gay #twice imagines #minatozaki sana #sana fluff

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cypherthesuccubus · 1 month

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Rekindle Our Spark~

Alastor x reader -Part 2- (NSFW) (MDNI)!!!!!

Warnings: smut, 18+, predator/prey, murder, S&M, bondage, knife play, blood kink, marking, cock worship, pussy worship, body worship, dom/sub, breath play, she/her pronouns, vaginal sex, breeding, creampie, rutting

Other tags: Fluff and Angst

Aftercare always!!!~✨

Part 2 is here, my darlings~ Let’s see what entertainment is in store for you~ 😈✨(Sorry for the slow updates. Mom life has me busy lol 😂)

(Alastor’s P.O.V)

Humming a tune, I make my way down the streets of Cannibal Town; occasionally being greeted by the friendly folks that reside there. Quite a lovely place. I find myself visiting here quite often than most. Most of my errands I run take place here, since it’s literally not far from the hotel. I soon arrive at Roise’s estate, which has a severely long line out her door everytime I pay her a visit. She really has done a number here; keeping every cannibal citizen in line. One must admire her stunning work she has put into this town. Without it, well…..let’s just say there will be more than angels to worry about. I make my way through the doors; maneuvering through the crowd as I make my way towards to the front of the line. Rosie was chatting up to….ugh……Susan. As a gentleman, it’s difficult to keep one self restrained when having a conversation with that woman. It’s almost as if her mission is to make your life more of a living hell than it already is. Other than Lucifer, she’s the second person I can’t stand to be in the same room with. Finally that wretched woman left; right before giving me a glare as she passes me. Someone should really put her in a box and throw her down the fucking river. (lol sorry I couldn’t resist putting a reference 😂)

“Good morning Miss Rosie! How are we doing on this lovely hellish day?” I gesture a slight bow as she makes her way to me; pulling me in for a tight hug. “Oh it’s going wonderfully! It’s been a minute since you swung by to visit me, since extermination day.” She looks at me disappointed as I straighten my bow tie “Yes, I do apologize for not gracing my presence, since then. But, I have a good reason as to why and is also the reason I’m here now.” She smiles as she gestures me to sit down in one of her velvet chairs that’s paired with a darling little cafe table. “Please! Do tell what has brought you by this time Alastor.” She takes her seat across from me as she snaps her fingers; signaling one of her servants to hurry over with some tea and snacks. “Well, my dear, I have been…finding some trouble to have a full nights rest due to some….pesky flashbacks that seem to be on repeat every night I try to sleep.” She nods “So is this like nightmares or reliving terrible memories?” She looks towards her servant bringing the tray; decorated with a beautiful Victorian tea set with a small frilly box of pinky fingers. The servant gently places the tray onto the table; taking a step back “Thank you dearie! You may go now.” The servant bows “Thank you ma’am.” My ears instantly perk up. That voice…..sounded familiar.

I turn to face the servant as they got up mid bow. My eyes widened when the servants face was in full view. Despite the demon form, I instantly knew who was standing in front of me. The one who has been haunting me…..(Y/N). She takes her leave from the table; returning to the chaos of the room to serve any other guests she needed to. “Alastor?…your spacing out there.” Rosie breaks me from my thoughts as I try to compose myself “Oh it’s nothing to worry about, my dear. But yes; these dreams are definitely memories that I keep reliving every night.” She hums; placing her finger against her chin to think of my predicament. “And you can’t think of any reason why this has been happening?” I shake my head “Not a clue! But I feel like a good herbal tea might smooth things down enough for me to sleep properly.” She looks at me with confusion “I do have some special herbs to help with sleep….but you sure you want to suppress this rather than to figure it out naturally?” I chuckle at her undermining me “Of course, my dear! I know how to handle things on my end perfectly fine naturally! I just need a little sleep aid is all.” She hums; snapping her fingers again signaling (Y/N) over once again. She brings a small intricate box; handing it to Rosie “Sleep aid herbs for you, Miss Rosie.” She bows one more time as Rosie takes the box from her hands “Thank you again, dearie! You can go back to your daily chores for the day.”

I watch as (Y/N) walks back to the crowd. It’s definitely her judging by the look of her face; especially the sound of her voice. I wonder how long she’s been in hell for. How did she get to be an assistant to Rosie? So many questions that need to be answered. “Alastor, dear? You’ve been staring at my assistant a lot. Are you sure you’re doing alright?” I shake my thoughts once again; turning to Rosie with wide smile “Oh never better, my dear! Thank you for the herbs! I will definitely put it to good use.” She stares at me curiously; slowly sliding the box into my hand “Ok then….just know if you need to talk about anything. My door is always open.” I stand up from my chair; dusting my coat as I give a slight bow to her “I appreciate it, my dear! It was lovely chatting with you. Please do have a pleasant rest of your day.” She smiles as she waves goodbye; turning on my heels as I make my way through the crowd once again. In the corner of my eye, I catch a glimpse of (Y/N) again. She was in the supply closet; looking through the variant cleaning supplies with a frustrated look on her face. It looks as if she needs help in which I grin wildly as an idea pops into my head. She didn’t seem to recognize me over at the table. Maybe if I…..jog her memory a bit….she might remember who I am~

(Y/N’s P.O.V)

Come on!! Where is that damn duster?!?! I’ve looked high and low in this closet and I can’t find it anywhere!! Maybe it’s in a different closet? It couldn’t have gotten that far. I feel a sudden chill up my spine; feeling as if someone was watching me, which oddly felt familiar. I slowly turn around to see if anyone was looking into the closet, but everyone was minding their own business. I start to panic a little when that chill grew more intense as if whatever was staring at me has gotten even closer……a lot more closer. As I was about to step out the closet, the door quickly shuts in front of my face; causing me to yelp as I step back into something warm.

I froze in place; not wanting to move as I felt slow breathing on my neck. I squeezed my eyes shut as I feel a sharp claw; slowly graze against my neck as it moves a strand of hair behind my shoulder. “Well well well…..it’s been a long time hasn’t it, little doe.~” That voice. I knew it sounded familiar when I first heard it. Though I can’t be sure. “Please….let me go. I’ll do anything.” The man chuckles darkly as he whispers in my ear “But you don’t have anything of value to me…unless you can convince me otherwise.~” I turn my face to the man; giving a sultry smirk as I look into his glowing red eyes. “It’s nice to see you again….Alastor~”

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neoarchipelago · 1 year

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Madripoor High (Part 1)

A/N: ok so hum... First part of something new... I have no idea for a title so please throw some ideas in the comments... Yes i have added a little hint of marvel but it is not in the marvel universe! I just love Madripoor. I kinda have the tittle 'Madripoor High' in mind but I'm not sure... Don't even know if I'll keep this going just... Let me know in the comments. Also edited this on my phone... Kinda sucky, I'll put it back correctly if I do keep it going.

Warnings: sexual talk, weapons etc.

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Cars passing by and people walking to their destinations. The busy city boomed around you, muffled by the headphones on your head. Your music blocked the chaos of London. You enjoyed London. You found it beautiful. Amongst all the countries you've been to… and that list was quite long, you enjoyed the weather. Exactly. The gloomy, rainy weather. The black umbrella shielding you from the crystal droplets as you walked to a small cafe. You were greeted as you entered, dropping your shield at the entrance before taking place at a table in a corner far from others.

Your coat was removed, your backpack opened to free your laptop. The nice waitress walked to you after several minutes, asking for your order.

"I'd like a hazelnut cappuccino and… the crumble please" you answered with a smile.

As she walked away you looked around, the almost empty cafe was quiet, the few people chatting or working. You smirked, turning to your laptop you went to check for your payment. You smiled as you watched the enormous figure in your credit account. Yes. Credit. Because in the underground, money is important, but credits… Those are so much more valuable. The Madripoor currency.

Sighing, you let yourself lean back on the sofa chair, crossing your arms. You were proud. After everything you've gone through, you have managed to become one of the most prized citizens of Madripoor. The hard work you've put in has paid off, the contracts have piled up, the price tag always climbing up. Your speciality? Tracking. To get into details, it was hacking. Now you mostly used it to track down targets for big mean people who always have something against another big mean one. You were good. You were the fucking best. So yes. You were proud, even if you had no one to be proud of you.

Cup placed in front of you, you were taken out of your daydream. You smiled up, thanking the waitress, closing your laptop and pushing it to the side to bring your little treats closer to you. Contract over, now you were free until you accepted the next one. It would fall quite fast, yes, but you thought you might get some rest. Go back to Madripoor, to Hightown, and rest.

You took a bite of the crumble, feeling the sweetness of it making you relax. You thought you might go shopping once you'd got back. Maybe you'd stay in and play, watch some movies. Maybe you'd go to Downtown…

A soft buzz captured your attention. You grabbed your phone, looking at the screen. Someone was calling. No one called. Very few… barely anyone had this number. It was used for emergencies only and it had been a year and half since it rang. You frowned. It foreshadowed something entirely different than a break. You sighed. Curiosity eating at you. Before it was too late you answered.

"Hello?"

"Tracker."

You frowned. A woman's voice. A woman who knew your screen name. Only people from Madripoor knew it. Or people extremely close to Madripoor.

"Be quick." You said.

"You were never patient muñeca."

Muñeca. Doll. In Spanish. You sighed, closing your eyes.

"Valeria, you fucking bitch, I thought you were in jail."

"I was. I got out. Then that cabron de Alejandro trapped me."

You smirked. Alejandro. You haven't met the man, but by the amount of times she had complained about him, it's like you knew him already. A little voice was heard behind her, notifying you that she wasn't alone in that call.

"Where are you calling me from?"

"A military base. I need your help."

"No."

"You didn't listen."

"Go on I'm listening."

"We need help to find-"

"No."

She sighed. Helping her? It was already risky. You could. You could get her out and free her but she'd get herself into trouble again. Helping the military? You? Tangled in the deepest roots of criminality? It was the stupidest thing to ask of you.

"Come on. You love a challenge. And I have one just for you."

"It doesn't matter if I love a challenge. You're on high speaker aren't you?"

"Well-"

"Of course you are. They wouldn't let you call anyone without supervision. They know who I am? They know what I do?"

"They do." She said, a hint of amusement in her voice.

"So what's going to happen? I help and then what? They got pretty little pink handcuffs for me?"

"Well you can ask the skull face to put them on. Or the ADHD Scot." She answered even more amusedly.

"Valeria… what?" You asked confused.

"Come on. It'll be very interesting. I know you're curious. And this… is like tracking a sin cara."

"A no face?"

Damn. She might succeed to make you interested. But she might be bluffing as well.

"Yes. We need to find Echo."

"Echo? The scientist working for various cartel's and Mafia bosses? The man that no one has ever met or even seen?" You asked, irony dripping from your tongue.

"Are you skeptical?"

"Echo doesn't exist. It's a stupid invention from some idiots to sell products at a higher price. You're wasting my time. Goodbye and good luck Valeria" You rolled your eyes.

"I have proof."

You froze. Proof? Now curiosity prickled your skin. What kind of proof? How did they get it?

"Hello?"

"Shut up. I'm thinking."

She chuckled on the other side.

"We've heard that your work is based on contracts. We'd like to offer you a contract." A voice rang.

The raspy voice was soft but commanding. A man, probably in his 40's. He sounded calm, determined.

"And who might you be?" You asked, taking a sip of your cappuccino who was growing cold.

"I'm Captain John Price."

A captain. Fair enough.

"What kind of contract?"

"You help us, we find Echo, we neutralize him and get Intel. You get immunity on this mission and after your part is done, you have 24 hours to vanish."

You thought about the question. Finding Echo. Might be the golden contract for you. Not that you needed it. But this… this was a challenge. Not the boring easy tracks that you had to do. You knew how even the high table of Madripoor was starting to get annoyed about this intriguing character. Countering rules in Hightown and Downtown. This might be an opportunity to kill two birds with one stone. You looked around you, at the calm cafe. Fuck… you might not get that break after all. You closed your eyes, preparing yourself to accept a deal you might regret.

"48 hours. Full immunity from the moment I step into your base until the end of the contract. I do things my way. You get your guy, your Intel. That's it. I'm not getting in the middle of the cartel's and other big brainless gorillas." You stated.

"Fine." You heard after a few pending seconds.

"Alright. I'll think about it." You finished.

"Didn't you just agree?" Another voice rang.

This time it was more… alive. The Scottish accent meant it was one of the men Valeria had mentioned.

"I'll agree when you'll receive the contract. I have to check something before I agree. I'll contact you and travel to you. Don't worry, you'll get an answer in the next few hours." You explained, opening your laptop.

"Should we send you a location? An email?" Another voice again. British accent but cute voice.

"No. I know where you are. I know how to contact you. I'll do so when the time's come."

"How?" The Scottish voice echoed in your ear.

"Oh… she'll have no problem with it." Valeria answered.

"See you soon." You concluded, hanging up.

Entering the base was easy. The new recruits keeping the gates were easily distracted. You infiltrated the base, making sure to deviate the cameras and stealing a 'visitor' badge.

You walked around, white wool shirt, black shorts with tights. Thigh high socks over your tights and comfy running shoes. Your black backpack and phone in hand. Sometimes, the best way to hide is to get attention… especially from men. You'd feel the looks, the way they were directed to your thick thighs, or neck, in plain view as you had pulled your hair back.

You were chubby, not exactly thin, tummy showing and chubby cheeks. At least, that was what was usually romanticized, the thighs, ass and boobs being overly sexualized. You wanted to roll your eyes. But eventually sometimes, men or women easily fall for it.

You took your time to walk around, discovering the grounds, the badge often being watched by what seemed to be higher ups. You'd fain innocence and bat your lashes when getting caught in places you shouldn't be, before letting them turn their backs and walking straight to where you wanted to. You weren't exactly wanting to be hidden right now. You were good at it. Hiding. But right now you wanted to explore.

The contract had been sent, signed and sent. You had gotten a chance to engage with the high table who agreed to such a contract. You didn't really need their approval. But you didn't want your place in Madripoor to be compromised by working with 'the good guys'. Not only did the high table saw no problem in it but they greatly appreciated you going after Echo. You were right, the character was definitely getting on their nerves, the echoes of him creating some ruckus in downtown.

You walked around a huge warehouse, military gear sprawled around. Most were used for training. You heard some noise not too far, deciding to hide behind big wooden shipping boxes. Voices echoed through the big place. You tried not to look too much. If you can see them, they can see you. You'd rather use your other senses to localize them. You only took one glance at two men standing back to you near a table full of items. One was overly talking while the other one rummaged through what seemed to be his gear bag. The man talking had a mohawk. It made you smile. The other one… was obviously wearing something over his head, but with their backs turned to you, you couldn't make out any more details.

The light reflected into the shinny blade of a combat knife. You blinked, almost hypnotized by it. You wanted it. The two men walked away, still babbling. You waited a few minutes before stepping out of your hiding place, going straight for the bag. You opened it, looking through the different things, looking for the pretty black mat combat knife. You almost jumped in place when you found it, taking the thingy with you before skipping back to your little exploration. This time, in a much more concealed way.

You watched, you spied. You wanted to understand how the base worked before letting yourself meet your contractors. Above the training ground, higher up in some kind of level that was used to put away all the training mats and other training things. It was the perfect spot to look over the training grounds, inside of the warehouse. You watched the men fight each other. It was almost entertaining. Your eyes caught the mohawk boy again, teasing another man. The boy with a cap seemed to joyfully indulge in whatever he was saying.

They looked next to them, a big figure stepping into view. You frowned. The man's face was veiled with a mask, a skull… it wasn't printed. Was it a real skull? You put two and two together, now realizing this was the owner of the combat knife. You chuckled to yourself. As he stopped into the training ring, young recruits palling, your interest peaked.

Thirsty minutes passed by in a flash. You watched in amusement and almost in awe how the mountain of a man threw around the soldiers. He was strong. Fast. You could hear him scold every wrong move of the poor soldiers who faced him. He seemed to look around swiftly every time he had a break.

You stretched, feeling your limbs getting sore from sitting here watching the show. You blinked, watching down again, telling yourself that you should get going.

Eyes. Dark eyes. Looking straight at you. Your breath caught in your throat, a cold wave running through you. His gaze was cold looking up through the mask. You immediately rushed back behind something to hide. How? How?! You wore nothing shiny. You made sure that nothing could reflect light. You were hiding perfectly. How?!

You wanted to take another glance but it was too dangerous. You decided to get moving, your position now compromised. You hopped around to reach ground level. You skipped your way into an empty part of the warehouse. You remained as silent as possible, making sure that even your steps were inaudible. After twenty long minutes you allowed yourself to breathe. Maybe he hadn't seen you in the darkness and you were fine. It had been three hours that you were on base, and you were getting slightly hungry. Perhaps you'd get a snack before finally meeting the contractors.

You looked around, trying to figure which way out could lead you to a building where there was food. The empty warehouse only seemed to echo the voices of soldiers outside, barely audible and muffled. You grabbed your phone, walking towards a back door. Maybe you'd get off base to eat and then come back. You were craving pizza, perhaps-

You slammed against a wall. Not exactly a wall. A wall of a man. You looked up. Eyes falling into a skull mask. Shit. Something told you. That playing innocent. Batting your lashes, won't help with this one. You took a step back, his brows furrowing. You both froze for a split second, tension giving you goosebumps before you reacted the only way your brain could at the moment. You ran.

Throughout the warehouse, jumping over gear, boxes and other stuff that you didn't mind to look at. Why were you running? You were supposed to have immunity. But he didn't know who you were. Not yet. The sound of his heavy boots was the only thing you could hear. Shit the man was swift. He was fast and nimble. You parkoured your way to the back door, almost reaching it until you were tackled against a wall. The shock made you wince, cursing out. You were stuck. Stuck in between a wall, and a strong body. Unfortunately you had both run to a dark corner of the warehouse. You could barely see his eyes in the darkness. You were panting.

He shared your gaze. Eyes never leaving yours. The darkness of them made you shiver. It was odd. That tingly feeling all over you. You barely realized how your wrists were pinned above your head, in his large hand. Didn't even notice his other hand… around your throat. He wasn't applying pressure. He was securing you in place, warning you. You were trapped. You have been trapped very often at the beginning of your… career. However, it had never made you feel like this. Small. Hunted. Like a prey under the claws of a predator. There was no ego, no dumb boy trying to prove something. He had chased you down on instinct, caught you in a primal way. Honestly. It was hot. Thrilling.

"Who are you?" His deep voice said.

Shit… even his voice was hot. Putting your new kink aside, you frowned, gaining back some composure.

"Santa Claus." You let out ironically.

The hand around your throat squeezed menacingly. You gasped. He remained silent awaiting your new answer.

"I.. I'm a visitor." You tried, maybe the innocent act would work.

He pulled on your wrists, having you on your toes now. A last warning.

"T..tracker…" you mumbled.

He seemed in thought for a few seconds before releasing the pressure on your neck and wrists, but keeping them in his hold.

"How did you get in?" He questioned.

Ah yes… the usual interrogation.

"The young boys at the entrance are easily distracted…" you mumbled again.

You weren't pissed. You weren't exactly pouting… maybe a bit. You weren't expecting to be caught, or to be put in your place. You weren't expecting to be under someone's hold like this. You looked away.

"You armed?" He asked.

"I have my phone. It's the only weapon I need." You said, keeping the combat knife a little secret. Mostly because you wanted to keep it and he won't let you. He straightened himself, towering over you.

"I'm going to let you go. You better behave." He warned.

God.. you wanted to brat. You wanted to anger him and test him. You rolled your eyes at him, as the hand holding your wrists released. However the other remained on your throat. You frowned looking up at him, as your hands wrapped around his wrist. He stepped closer to you, eyes never leaving yours. Now what was he doing? He said he was letting you go…

Eyes widening, you felt the other hand roam your waist. You tried to push him away but he squeezed at your throat keeping you in place, your hands flying to his chest to fist in shirt. The hand traveled to your sides, down your back, then back to your side to finally reach your thighs.

"S..stop!" You let out, blushing.

"Breathe… I'm checking for weapons." He said in a chuckle.

He frowned, his hand meeting the handle of… shit. The combat knife was tucked into the back of your shorts, hidden by your shirt. You closed your eyes as he pulled it out.

"No weapons huh? You're already-" he stopped looking at the handle. "That's my fucking knife. You stole it?"

"I borrowed it. Sharing is caring right? We're on the same team…" you answered with a smile.

He put away his knife before spinning you around, bringing your back to his chest. How the hell did he move so fast?! How did he manage to pin your wrists behind you… and HANDCUFF YOU?

"Hey! Where's my immunity?" You complained.

"I'm not arresting you."

"You're handcuffing me to satisfy a kink?" You teased him in a bitter tone.

"I'm keeping you from stealing again. And I'm taking you to Price."

"Who?"

No answer, he simply pulled you forward, holding your wrists behind your back. Well. Wasn't this the perfect start to a contract?

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yandere-writer-momo · 10 months

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Imagine that Katsumi is in love with the reader, but she has a favorite partner whom she loves dearly and with whom she wants a family (Katsumi is a good friend to her, but that doesn't stop him from acting from afar)

The reader possibly has trouble conceiving (or the partner has sperm problems??) and they go for IVF or take sperm donation?

I DON'T KNOW HOW THIS SHIT WORKS.

I'm just offering the idea that Katsumi infiltrates the sperm donation building and replaces it with hers

I kind of do and don’t. I really, really liked this idea so I made a short story.

Warning: this story is kind of messed up

Yandere Baki Short Stories: Family

Yandere Katsumi Orochi x Afab Reader x Jack Hanma

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A young woman sat across from her best friend, Orochi Katsumi, at a cafe. The two enjoyed a hot cup of coffee together while they chatted. As of late, there had been trouble in paradise for (your name).

“I’m sorry to hear that you and Jack can’t have kids…” Katsumi whispered while his leg bounced anxiously under the table. Despite the sympathetic expression he had on his face, Katsumi was actually thrilled to hear this. He was happy that she wouldn’t be able to have kids with Jack because he was practically infertile from his excessive steroid usage. It made him happy that Jack couldn’t give her what she wanted… not like Katsumi could.

(Your name) was oblivious of Katsumi’s feelings for her. She had no idea her best friend was madly in love with her. That Katsumi was willing to do anything to ensure her happiness.

“I know… it really sucks…” (Your name) frowned while she played with her thumbs. “Do you think I should try IVF? It’s sort of a last resort but… I really want a baby.” (Your name) blushed in embarrassment to her admittance to her desire to be a mother.

“Well I actually know a doctor who specializes with that. I could hook you up.” Katsumi’s eyes sparkled. He did have a connection through Shinshinkai and if she accepted… both of their dreams could come true…

“You’d do that for me?” (Your name) smiled warmly at Katsumi. Her heart fluttered at his thoughtfulness.

“Of course I would.” Katsumi chuckled when (your name) ran around the table to wrap her arms around him in joy. Katsumi hugged her tightly and softly whispered to himself. “I’d do anything for you.”

“You want to… father her child?” The doctor asked Katsumi who gave him a sheepish grin. “But you’re not her husband…”

“You said yourself that her husband is completely infertile. I’d hate to see my best friend pay all this money and not be able to have a child come from it.” Katsumi tried to play the role of a concerned friend. Although what he said was partially the truth, Katsumi was doing this out of his own selfish desire to father (your name)’s children… Katsumi has been in love with her for years and this could bring them closer… maybe she’d realize what was right in front of her if he gave this small piece of himself to her.

“You have a point… she did seem to really want that baby… I’d hate to crush her dreams of being a mother. The birth rates are already so low...” The doctor sighed and set his clipboard down. “Alright. If you’re willing to do this for your friend.”

“I’d do anything for (Your name).” Katsumi smiled, his body trembled in excitement. Soon… soon he’d begin his perfect family with (your name).

Katsumi’s heart soared when he saw (your name) again after a month. Katsumi always texted and called her but to see her in person was even more magical…

Her belly had started to become round and cute and she had a bright smile on her face while she placed a hand lovingly over her stomach.

“Katsumi! The doctor was able to make it work for this little miracle.” (Your name) did a spin and beamed at him. “We don’t know the gender yet but I think it’s a little boy…”

Katsumi blushed at how happy she was. Katsumi reached his hand out to touch her stomach, his eyes sparkled in awe. His baby was inside of her. No… their baby.

(Your name) smiled at Katsumi’s awestruck expression. Katsumi seemed starstruck to see her pregnant which was funny since she never knew he liked babies.

“Two and a half more months and they’ll start kicking… I’ll also find out the gender then.” (Your name) smiled warmly at Katsumi whose hand rubbed her stomach in a daze.

(Your name) noticed how Katsumi seemed a bit off. His cheeks were flushed and he shook like a leaf. Was he okay?

“Katsumi?”

“They’re going to be so beautiful…” Katsumi whispered which made (your name) smile.

If only she knew what he meant by that…

Jack stood with (your name) at the baby shower, the giant felt out of place amongst their happy peers. Jack’s brown eyes softened at his wife while she accepted various gifts from people.

Jack couldn’t believe all the people that showed up… even Baki and Kozue came. Kozue cooed over (your name)’s baby bump while she nudged at Baki to hint that she wanted a baby as well.

“Look how cute she is! They’re going to have a little boy!” Kozue hissed while (your name) laughed.

“Hey, get off my case. We’re too young for all that yet.”

“But Baki, look at these little shoes!” Kozue held up a pair of baby shoes up to Baki which caused (your name) and Jack to laugh. “Little baby feet are so cute… please?”

The group laughed together until Katsumi came over with a gift. The karateka smiled warmly at (your name).

“I got you a gift as well, (your name).” Katsumi had a red blush on his cheeks, his hands stared her round stomach in awe.

(Your name) smiled and accepted the gift. She opened the gift to see it was an omamori charm with a little tiger on it along with a tiger plush.

“This is so cute. Thank you, Katsumi.”

“I just can’t wait for the little tiger to be born.” Katsumi chuckled. (Your name) smiled warmly at her best friend. “He’s going to have such a wonderful family…”

She had no idea that this baby was actually Katsumi’s.

Jack noticed a strangeness in Katsumi’s behavior. The karateka hovered over Jack’s wife like a surveillance drone. His hands constantly reached for her stomach to touch and Jack could tell (your name) had started to become a little afraid of him.

Jack started to tag along when (your name) would meet up with Katsumi. She has reached the eighth month mark and she was constantly being kicked by the baby inside of her. Jack could see little bumps on her stomach frequently, that kid was going to be a fighter… Jack felt horrible for (your name).

Katsumi’s eyes sparkled when he felt the many kicks on his hand. (Your name) nervously chuckled at his thrilled expression. Katsumi’s touchiness had started to make her extremely uncomfortable… but Katsumi was her best friend. She trusted him.

“He’s going to be a fighter… how about I teach him karate once he can walk?” Katsumi offered, he pressed his ear against her stomach. It was when he attempted to kiss it that caused Jack to get up.

Jack couldn’t take it anymore. The blonde grabbed the scruff of Katsumi’s shirt and dragged him out of their house. (Your name) sat in her rocking chair in confusion but she knew better than to interfere. Jack would get it sorted out..

Once they were outside, Jack picked Katsumi off the ground to glare at him. His fist balled up the front of Katsumi’s shirt.

“What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you all over her like that-“

“Can’t I be happy about my son being born soon.” Jack felt his blood run cold at Katsumi’s words, the blonde dropped Katsumi in pure shock. The baby wasn’t his… it wasn’t Jack’s…

“But we did IVF-“

“You don’t have any sperm Jack.” Katsumi clicked his tongue and glanced at the house’s window. Katsumi spotted (your name) bouncing on her exercise ball with one hand on her stomach. “How could I not allow her to have the chance to be a mother-“

Jack slammed his fist into Katsumi’s face, the Japanese man tumbled to the ground with a broken nose. Blood splattered all over the grass.

“You fucker!” Jack hissed. The blonde stood over Katsumi with a heated glare. “You did this on purpose! I always thought you felt something towards her but to do this… I’m going to fucking kill you-“

A loud squeal was heard from the house. Jack rushed over to (your name) to see that her water had broke.

“They’re coming early, I guess.” (Your name) tried to joke while her body was wracked with contractions. “They just can’t wait to meet us…”

Jack called an ambulance while Katsumi sat on their front lawn. The karateka smiled while he held his bloody nose.

His baby was finally going to be here…

(Your name) was shocked at the mess of dark hair on top of her little bundle. Why was the baby’s hair so dark? It should have been blonde like Jack’s… and that’s when she noticed how similar this baby looked to a certain karateka… and then it all clicked. This wasn’t Jack’s baby. It was Katsumi’s.

Jack held her hand while the two of them cried together. She finally had her baby but Katsumi finally had his family.

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emojellyace08 · 4 months

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Found you're writing really good 😈😈 and now you're my next target 😂😂 How do you think gun would react finding someone 100x times beautiful from crystal with great body anddddddd 👀👀👀 is strong like ui daniel but is not quite rich and lives a normal life working at a part time cafe ??? 😮😮😮 lordddd 🤌🤌 the reaction would be priceless, please do it 🥲

Gun Park (Park Jonggun x Female Reader!) short story

A/N: Hello fellow human! Sorry if I ever replied back REALLY LATE. I'll still make Lookism x reader content, but I'm really busy rn so sorry if this felt rushed (and I have a periodical exams to take in Wedensday oof). Genre: fluff? Warnings: mild cursing and mentions of mafia activities (unedited)

Gun isn't exactly the type to easily fall in love, even impressing him alone without trying hard is challenging by itself as many successors, enemies, and other people tried to show their all to the Shiro Oni. But every blood, sweat, and tears were wasted just trying to lay a finger by the unstoppable man, if they would even call him one.

And it is also just a normal day for everyone, people in the city are either spending their money off by their personal plans or continue on with their daily lives. Other women were having their shopping galore either with their friends or alone with quite noticeable make-up plastered on their face yet making their face sparkle up with the cosmetics. Ulzzangs posting their new selfies getting tons, if not millions of likes and social media users having a debate who's prettier or more attractive. Students were stressing out with their school activities or gossip drama with the adults wanting to slack off and get a chug of beer after a long day of their shifts or just take a long nap like a lazy cat with their eyebags being dark and hollow like a panda.

And to most people, you're just an ordinary woman living her life in the crowded city of Seoul. You wouldn't exactly call it the best life ever, but you were somehow thankful to make it this far after long days of shifts and even sometimes working on Holidays even if you want to have a sip of your own coffee at your own place. You're already a functional and working adult yet you sometimes miss your home despite you and your family having your own personal problems. Yet you continue to strive not only for them but mostly for yourself. If it weren't for some men forcing you to have a chat with you by offering their numbers quite rudely, you might even have better days without them putting you into situations you don't even want to experience just because you were considered beautiful.

It was already five in the afternoon, yet you're still there at the cafe doing your duties as a barista and a waitress. The place will be quite silent, almost weird with the sound of silence if it weren't for the chatty customers with some chilling with their drink and pastries of choice. College students doing their research in groups, office-workers updating their marketing plans, and angsty teenagers listening to their melancholic music with their Airpods on. With the stress that you are feeling right now, you felt the need to listen to your own playlist while you watched the sun sank in the sky with a splash of pink, yellow, and blue creating a splash of colors that felt nostalgic yet different at the same time.

Hours passed with people coming in and out, the sky already turning night time with white stars sparkling at night. The yellow lights of the place illuminating at the dark to not only make the place more atmospheric, but to also make the customers feel comfortable with the chill yet warm vibe.

"Miss Y/N, are you already getting the order done for customer five?" your manager with a dark perfect bun for her hairstyle with pale foundation, reddish blush and lip tint, and sunken eye bags (reminding you of a porcelain doll) asked with a raised eyebrows and strict tone as you responded with a hum for agreement while you're mixing and preparing the drink condiments. "Yes Sajangnim (boss) I'm already done with the coffee macchiato and I already have the egg sandwich." you replied while hurrying to prepare the Americano. "Good, more tickets are coming you better hurry up." she replied while she scolds your co-worker that you are deeply annoyed at when she's slumping on the side clicking on her phone instead of helping you out. "She's probably texting someone to date huh?" a voice on your side whispered while you yelped in surprise. "Fucking, geez stop spawning randomly on the side like that." you hissed as he chuckles silently trying to minimize his voice while you also tried not to laugh hysterically. "Okay fine. You're working too much. I'll do the coffee latte and get the mango graham and the croissant." he suggested while your eyes widened in confusion and a bit of surprise. "You sure Jace?" you asked the young man with big ears as he raises a thumbs up "It's fine Eonni (older sister ; metaphorically). Now you go." "You just want your fees to go higher." you teased as he manners to go shooing you away. "I need it since I got to repair Vasco's phone." "Whatever, just do the job right and smooth." you smiled while he finger guns with a tongue-click sound.

You took the orders in your hand and approached the table before you quickly noticed the two familiar guys. You sighed before going closer to the very annoying customers just then the blonde with dark shades greeted you with a dramatic enthusiasm.

"Yo Y/N! It's nice to see you where have you been?!" Goo stood up while waving his hand making the other customers look in confusion. You not wanting to create a scene, you placed the tray in the table and planned to go away. But a hand held your own in a soft but not rather affectionate touch before you swat it away.

"What the hell are you doing in here?" you asked while you felt your blood boiling in frustration. "But we're here to-" "Shut the fuck up Walmart Ken." you scolded Goo while he created a insulting gasp while the ebony-haired man smirked in amusement. "We're here for Charles orders. We're going to take you back in the place where you truly belong for unfinished business." he commented in a calm yet teasing manner making you even more agitated. "This is my business, Gun." If it weren't for the other customers if they ever got frightened and with your manager firing you, you might created a miserable scene that you don't want to happen in the first place. But these people haunts down your biggest fears like a black hole swallowing your entire existence.

"And how did you even find me here? And don't you see the no smoking sign?" you rolled your eyes making Goo and Gun grin more while Gun huffs his smoke, "We have our own ways." "And c'mon Y/N, we know you miss doing tough missions with us!" Goo again interfered while you stood their in cold feet not knowing what to do with this situation. "And besides Charles is offering you a billion won with making the four major crews stronger for him to pay you, even make it thrice the price if you did the job well." Gun offered while taking a sip of his coffee and the other man looking at the menu sheet to order more of the sweets. "Well don't you contact me when either the Workers tried to interfere or your goons stabbing all of your backs." you replied with a sass while Gun just replies. "If that ever happens, I'm not going to hesitate to beat their-" "Yo Y/N, can I get a latte with a chocolate doughnut?" the childish guy ordered interrupting Gun's long speech. Though his eye accessory hides his orbs, you can imagine (almost see) Goo flickering his eyelashes like a puppy begging to play with it's owner. "Whatever, I'm leaving." you rolled your eyes in frustration before going to the employee room and aggressively slamming the door. "Wait what? Y/N We still have lots to talk about and my order-" Goo was about to chase you before Gun kicked him in the legs under the table, successfully earning a hiss of pain from the other guy. "Let her be, she'll change her mind." Gun interrupted while Goo raised his eyebrows. "Hah?! For fuck's sake we're just going to let her run away? Again? You'll be in fault if Charles scolded our scrawny asses again." Goo ranted as the people in the cafe started to weirdly glare at them for being to noisy. "I know where she's going, besides she would get scolded, even probably fired since she left during her shift. So just stay calm." Gun replied while stealing the sweet and umami food that Goo just offered that's been sitting for a minute now. "Hey! that's my sandwich!" "Just buy another one you got twenty thousand won on your wallet." Gun replied while he wipes off the extra mayo on his mouth with a tissue. "Says the one who's chomping off my toast right now, idiot." "Stop making Gordon Ramsey references or I'll kill you."

"Y/N where the hell have you been! Don't you see that there's lots of tickets flooding in here?! Oi you brat answer me!" your manager who's been flickering your guts scolded you while your co-worker from earlier smirks at your downfall, you not only fixing your bag in your locker but also trying to make yourself composed as you don't want to lash out your anger to the people who have done nothing wrong to you (they do, a lot but you just don't complain about it). "If you won't answer my question-" "Shut up." you murmured interrupting her speech in a lifeless manner. "I'll leave. You can fire my ass." "Hey Y/N what is going on in here?" Jace asked before you again slammed the exit door, leaving the poor guy confused and lots of responsibility in his hands...

You ran, as fast as you could. You kept running and running. You ran past the tall buildings filled with city lights creating a beautiful atmosphere, yet the familiar feeling of sorrow began to linger on your mind and heart reminding you of the memories of the past that you tried to bury deep down to start a completely fresh start of the first chapter of your life. But it looks like even books can have it's pages ripped and burned.

After a long mile, you stopped your movement as you breathe deeply trying to catch air like you're being suffocated by your feeling of dread. You didn't want to go in this place, but it is the only place that you called home.

This is the place where you met them, where you grew up, and where you were turned into a monster.

It is an old and abandoned park, the fake wood texture of the metal benches started to rust with the colorful paint with vulgar words and drawings adding to the stain. Trash were everywhere, even a scary place like this looks like it's been a hang out for runaway teenagers or addicts. The trees and plants look completely dry and lifeless since it's not been watered and just not being cared of, making the crunchy leaves fall down into the ground. Newspaper with the dirty and used ashtrays and used beverage bottles were also scattered in the area. It is a complete mess like what you are right now, but the smell of toxins and beer makes your mind hazy and in peace as you try to think of the good memories that you have in here (if you ever had one).

You thought that you can finally have your moment of peace and solitude. But it looks like you have to deal with these fuckers you kept whistling and cooing at your existence. Looks like they're drunk men who's been wasting their life, completely indulged in alcohol and other things that are addicting even though they mostly look formal, decent, and clean. The police were doing a bad job for shooing away people who don't have a home but doesn't arrest people like this. People who were supposed to act normal and responsible now that they have everything, not chugging on alcohol.

"Who is this chick over here?" a skinny man with a white polo asked as his friend's arms snaked into your shoulder, making you uncomfortable. "What are you doing here alone? Is your boyfriend supposed to take-" "Shut the fuck up and leave me alone retards." you swatted his hand away and getting distance from them, but this doesn't alarm the men keeping their annoying behavior in touch. They started making laughs and mocking faces making your blood boil. "Feisty huh? Don't worry, We will take care of yo-"

Everything went fast as you slammed him into the ground. His friends were caught off guard but the other goon decided to take you down. "You bitch!-"

It looks like a bad idea huh? Since you were so fast, you managed to capture and block his punch. You put pressure on his hand as you then twisted it making it dislocate and elbowing him on his armpit impacting pain on his shoulder and upper limb. He is now crying on the ground, coughing and crying like a little toddler who scratched his elbow as the other men decided to attack you besides the leader of the group who cowers in fear. Kicks, punches, and attacks are made by you causing them to get knocked out by your bare strength. You clicked your tongue in dismay when a familiar figure approached the scene. "I knew that you would be here." he muttered while you huffed in pure disgust as Gun smirked at the damage you have inflicted. "If you asked again for me to be a slave of your shitty management I'm not going with you." cutting him off with a unsatisfied tone, you started walking away from the place but then he tapped your shoulder. But you're not in the mood to interact with anybody. You didn't even thought twice that you punched him in the face yet he didn't even budged. A flow of blood starting to drool down on his chin. The masochistic Shiro Oni starting to get excited about your sudden aggression as he let himself get hit in the first place. "Will you stop following me around like a dog?! GET LOST YOU MOTHERFUCKER!"

"Punching me on the face would not end great for you, but this is why I like you Y/N. Now show me what you got can you?~" his demonic grin appearing on his scarred face.

#lookism x reader #lookism x y/n #lookism x you #gun park x reader #park jonggun x reader

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ratatouillewastakendammit · 1 year

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Maid To Be Yours

Pairing: Dabi x Reader

Summary: Maid-Sama meets Touya Todoroki because that fucker would die to see you in a maid outfit. (Part 2)

Warnings: Smut, slight public-sex, language, vaginal fingering, the title tbh, Dabi too he gets his own warning

Word Count: 2.7k

“Behind,” you muttered, slipping past the chef and into the main seating area.

The room was abuzz with soft music and the smell of nostalgia. Girls in a similar uniform to yours were presenting some steaming dish or cheerfully chatting with their customers.

Your own, a pair of teenage boys who were probably just here for a cheap look at the servers, were laughing heartily about something unimportant as you walked over.

As long as they tipped well, you didn’t really care.

With a polite smile, you passed them their checks. “Thank you so much for dining with us. Please come again!”

And with a small bow, you were gone, weaving around the tables toward the quiet sanctuary that the locker room provided.

It was fairly busy for a Wednesday night, which meant more money, but also meant more people to deal with.

The constant activity of a full house made it difficult to not become overwhelmed. And while you dealt with an overload of alarming tasks on a daily basis, it did become tiring after a while.

Your mind felt drained from the constant employment of a likable persona, your limbs heavy under the weight of fatigue from hours of carrying over-sized drinks.

Thankfully, the flow of customers had finally begun to trickle to a slow, allowing you the sweet relief of a well deserved break. The charming guise cracked as you slumped over a bench, allowing a weary sigh to slip through the fracture.

“You okay?”

“Hm?” You looked up, meeting eyes with your manager. “Oh, yeah, sorry. Just a bit tired, I guess.”

It had been quite the night, keeping you out well over two in the morning. Unfortunately, your last minute decision to take some overtime had you waking up a mere six hours later.

In hindsight, a horrible choice.

Flashing a grin, she shot you a thumbs up. “Well, you’re doing great! Thanks again for picking up all these extra shifts.”

Your manager was a kind woman, although you silently wondered whether or not the enjoyment she found in this line of work was exactly warranted. Regardless, she was lenient and in no way condescending, a trait you had seen in many of the other bosses you’d had the pleasure of working under.

She took a step into her office, pausing for a moment in thought before turning back in your direction. "Actually, I know you're about to go on break in a few minutes. Would you mind tossing the trash out real quick?"

"Sure, no problem."

"Ugh, you're amazing," She gushed. "Remind me to tell you about the new hire tomorrow, yeah?"

Another thing about your manager was that she was, for want of a better term, very communicative.

Seeing as you and the other waitresses were relatively close in age to her, she seemed to show great interest in your personal lives, which resulted in a good amount of friendly gossip among your coworkers.

This also produced some unwanted questions and comments. She thoroughly enjoyed the standard 'you're too pretty to be single,' or a good old petition to set you up with a friend or neighbor.

Thankfully, you were quick to come up with excuses or some other lie that would quell her curiosity until it was placed upon some other unsuspecting victim.

However, you wondered what she would say if she caught wind of those hidden aspects of your life.

Of course, it wasn’t as if she would actually come close to finding out about any of them.

No one would ever guess a member of the infamous League of Villains would be working as a waitress in a maid cafe.

Being a criminal didn’t pay the bills. It gave you a place to stay, even when if that place was a small room a few floors above a musty bar, but it didn’t give much leeway financially. There were still other utilities and items that required money, hence your need to find another job.

Obviously, this hasn’t been your first choice.

Public service was not for the faint of heart, even for someone who associated with killers and other psychotic individuals on the regular. Not to mention the dress code, which had you rethinking your life choices upon inspection.

Regardless, the pay was a lot better than many deserving workers in the restaurant industry received and the hours were flexible, a necessary benefit for someone like you.

The cafe was also fairly far away from both the League’s hideout and your own living area, giving you peace of mind that no one would ever find out about your embarrassing side-gig.

Another thing you had come to find about workers as a criminal was that a lot of your colleagues were assholes. This wasn't surprising, seeing as they killed people on the regular, but it definitely gave you ample reason to keep your personal life private, even if a particular blonde teenager vehemently voiced her disapproval of your attempted reservedness.

That was a can of beans you had no intentions of opening.

You tied the top of the trash bag, hauling it over your shoulder and nudging the back door open with your knee. It opened into an alleyway, secluded from the busy streets and surprisingly clean.

The dumpster lifted open with a creak. It threatened to fall closed, but you propped it up with the bottom of your palm, slipping the bag through and taking a quiet exhale of victory.

"No fucking way."

Tensing at the unforeseen voice, you spun around with your hands up and ready for any trouble. Your heart slowed slightly upon recognizing the familiar face, only to pick up a moment later in panic.

Out of everyone in the League, Dabi was most definitely the last person you wanted finding out about this. His cocky attitude and overall lack of empathy for those around him had you extra weary about what you let slide concerning your personal life.

The fact that you had taken a slight attraction to the man also might have been of influence.

Exactly why, you weren't sure, especially since he had seemed to have recently found entertainment in the pastime of getting under your skin.

Maybe you were just a masochist.

You fumbled in a feeble attempt to cover yourself up, but the damage had already been done.

His surprised expression brightened considerably as he watched a plethora of emotions wash over you in sick glee. "So, this is your other job?"

"What are you doing here?" You avoided his question, tugging on the ruffles of your skirt and internally cringing when the fabric barely covered the highest part of your thigh.

Crossing his arms, Dabi leaned back on the brick. "There was a situation on fifth. The police should be here in twenty minutes, so I would watch out for that."

You sighed in annoyance, but the cops were honestly the least of your worries right now. "Shouldn't you... ya know, get out of here then?"

"Eh, later. I'm enjoying this." He shrugged, almost like an arrest paled in comparison to his new discovery.

Dabi pushed off the wall and began walking over to you. With every step forward, you took one back, avoiding his advance until your own shoulders hit the building behind you.

Turquoise eyes unabashedly scanned your frame and you unintentionally shifted under the strength of his gaze. He must have noticed, a tip of smirk pulling at the corners of his lips. "Who knew you were so cute?"

Blinking back in surprise, you shot him a glare that only made him laugh. "Don't call me that."

"Aww, is someone getting shy?"

"Pissed off, maybe," you muttered, trying to push past him and back inside the cafe, any place where you could sit and steep in your embarrassment alone.

Unfortunately, Dabi wasn't having it. He slipped an arm around yours, pulling you back around to face him.

"Oh, come on, doll." He tapped your nose with his finger, having it smacked away a moment later. "I think flustered is a great look on you. Do a little twirl for me, yeah?"

"I will kick your teeth out."

He gasped, the sound brimming in false hurt. "So harsh. Didn't you take this job for a chance to be nice to people? But if it was for the dress, I wouldn't judge either."

You rolled your eyes. "Obviously not, asshole. Shigaraki doesn't pay my bills."

"You know I have money, right?"

"And you'd be so generous to share?" You scoffed.

"In that little number," he cocked his head, a wicked grin flashing over his expression. "I'm sure we could work something out."

Heat bloomed up your neck at his insinuation, another insult getting caught in your throat.

Raising a hand to your temple, you let out an exasperated sigh in a meager attempt to regain your verbal footing. You had just about calmed down when you heard the shutter of a camera.

Your eyes shot up, heart dropping when you saw the phone in his hand pointing in your direction. "What are you doing?"

"Insurance policy." He inspected the photo for a moment. "There's no way anyone's gonna believe this without something some sort of proof."

"Dabi."

"Yeah, sweetheart?" His eyes flashed up to yours, faux innocence washing over his features at the anger evident in yours. "Oh, did you want this?"

Your fingernails bit into the palms of your hands, leaving tiny crescents behind that were evident of your vexation.

He loomed over you, eyes gleaming in sinful amusement. "You're gonna have to ask nicely then."

"Fuck you."

"Darn. Ya know, that's not the answer I was looking for." He swiveled on his heels, giving you an unbothered wave with his free arm. "See you later, doll."

You lunged forward, but he was quicker, not to mention taller.

With a surprising reaction time, he dodged your advance, lifting the phone until it was suspended just a few feet above your head. Every time you made a grab for it, he would straighten up just a few inches, making sure that the device was always centimeters from your grasp.

"Just give it!"

Dabi took hold of your elbow and pulled. You fell forward with a yelp, surprised at how easily he maneuvered your body against the wall. With your back pushing into the brick and his arms caging you in on both sides, there was nothing to do but succumb to his hold.

"You're telling me what to do?" The laugh he let out shot heat straight between your legs. "Sorry, doll, but I don't think you're not the one supposed to be giving orders here."

It was almost alarming how easily he was able to over power you, even more so how you barely even minded. Every suggestive sentence permeated your train of thought, thwarting any attempts you might have once had at preserving your pride.

His hands snaked down to your waist as he leaned forward, breath tickling the tip of your ear. "Now, I wanna hear it in that pretty, little customer service voice how much you want to keep this between us."

The movement sent a shiver down your spine. It was obvious that Dabi was an intimidating individual, but never like this. His presence was overpowering, the mocking tone of his voice a mere whisper of the intensity within his sharp features.

"Please keep this between us," you muttered, trying to push as much audible annoyance into the sentence as possible.

With a satisfied hum, he drew back and turned his phone off before slipping it in his pocket. "See how easy that was?"

"But you didn't delete it," you protested.

"Relax, sweetheart, I'm not gonna show anyone." His gaze raked over your form, a smug grin pulling at the corners of his lips. "I'm the only one who gets to see you looking like that."

The hand still holding your hips began to trail lower, gently grasping the top of your thighs.

Your eyes widened at the feeling. "What are you doing?"

Cerulean irises flashed up to yours as his movements came to an abrupt halt. "Do you want me to stop?"

"No," you breathed, far too quickly for your liking.

A smirk cracked over his features. "That's what I thought."

And his lips crashed against yours, hands moving to cup your face in a gentle ardor you didn't know he possessed.

He lifted his knee, nudging it between your thighs and drawing a sigh from you. He took advantage of your surprise, slipping his tongue forward to meet yours.

The kiss turned desperate. It trailed down toward your jaw and right above your neckline, creating marks that you could only hope to be able to hide.

Lust began to cloud your senses, fogging over your mind until rational thought became unnoticed. You unconsciously began to roll your hips over his thigh, desperate for friction in whatever form possible.

With squeeze he gave your ass, and the way he grinned into your neck, it was evident that he noticed.

"Do you know how long I've thought about you like this?" His voice was coarse against your neck.

"In a maid outfit?" You breathed, earning a short laugh.

"Desperate for me to fuck you stupid, but that's good too."

Dabi sneaked a hand under your skirt, nudging the fabric of your underwear to the side. He ran a finger across your slit, examining the wetness that followed it with pure satisfaction. "Shit, I've barely even done anything yet."

Your body stiffened as his thumb brushed over your clit, slowing rolling over the nub until your hips followed each rotation.

Satisfaction flashed in his features at the way your body reacted to his touch. “That's right. Show me how needy you are for me."

“Plea-” the rest of the word fizzled into a sigh as he pushed a finger into you.

“Come on, sweetheart. You can do better than that.” The encouraging statement reeked of mocking amusement. His hand curled into you, eyes brightening with every gasp and whine he pulled from you.

You grabbed onto his shoulder, legs weakening into jelly. "Fuck, Dabi, please!"

"There you go, doll." He slipped another finger inside and a moan slipped past your lips. The pace of each push increased steadily, following the wordless pleas that you gave.

Pleasure coursed through you with each one, his thumb still trained over your oversensitive clit. Your surroundings faded away into a mindless afterthought in the midst of euphoria.

It was only a few minutes before you were melting in his arms, falling apart in a mess of ecstasy.

“So pretty.” He muttered, brushing a strand of hair that had fallen askew behind your ear.

The world was quiet, bathed in a gentle glow that the setting sun provided. Shadows grew within the corners, a physical hint to the ever passing time.

Still, you could've stayed there forever, resting in the bright cerulean that admired your shaking form like it was a work of art.

Of course, it would have been surprising if you were granted that luxury.

Sirens sounded in the distance, a sound that you were more than familiar with, but one that had never been as unwanted as it was now.

Dabi seemed to share a similar sentiment.

“You've got to be kidding,” he groaned, drawing back and taking a look down the alleyway. Annoyance flashed over his expression, taking the place of worry that any rationally thinking individual would experience.

You cleared your throat. "Uh, you should probably get going then."

His gaze turned back to meet yours, softening a bit under the fading sun. Regardless, that shit-eating had returned, much to your dismay.

"How sweet of you to worry," He teased, earning an eye roll. Coming forward once more, he brought his lips to yours again before moving to leave. “See you later, doll. I'll make sure to fuck you properly then.”

You could only imagine what a mess you looked like, breathless and slumped against a wall behind your cafe. The brick supported your body as you saw Dabi's come to a pause, like a passing train of thought had overtaken his path.

Face still warm from his lewd comment, you watched him turn slightly, voice echoing off your surroundings in one final statement.

“Make sure to bring the outfit.”

#dabi x reader #dabi x you #touya todoroki x reader #touya todoroki x you #dabi #touya todoroki #dabi smut #touya x reader #bhna smut #bhna #mha #mha smut #mha x reader #mha x you #bhna imagine #mha imagines #bhna x reader

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darknesseddiem · 4 months

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Small(Big) Problems

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: "Can you do one for some of the small boob giries please? Where reader is insecure of their small chest but Eddie reassures them xx."

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Self-deprecation, derogatory jokes, low self-esteem, Eddie being a sweetheart and comforting Reader.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 0.830k.

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @birdysaturne @wdsara48 @ali-r3n

You like my work? Support me with a small 𝐊𝐨-𝐟𝐢.

To all the girls who have ever felt insufficient or worthless, know that you are amazing and that you deserve the world, and don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

The Hawkins High cafeteria resounded with the clinking of cutlery and trays carrying the students' lunches, the tables entirely occupied by friends chatting animatedly about the frivolities of their unspecial lives.

Each person's place was designated according to a social “hierarchy”, just like in the animal kingdom where the lion was the king of the jungle.

The lions would be the basketball team, the ‘Tigers’. Ironic, isn't it? Logically, the cheerleaders would be the lionesses, responsible for maintaining balance among the pack, or not.

And so followed the hierarchy imposed at Hawkins High: Basketball team and cheerleaders, popular people, party lovers, intellectuals, readers, scientists, musicians, theater kids, alternative people, the shy and reclusive, the dregs of society and… The weird nerds, better known as 'the Hellfire Club'.

At the last table, far from everyone else, was your people, Eddie Munson's pupils who were arguing vehemently about something that you hadn't been able to decipher yet.

“Dude, you don't understand!” Gareth exclaimed frantically, running his hand over his face, “Please, someone kill me…” Jeff replied in a whisper with his head thrown back.

You looked between the two in confusion as you went to your reserved seat- on Eddie's left side, and carefully placed your tray with the food. "What is happening?" Curiosity got the best of you and you whispered, leaning into the boy next to you. “I have no idea, they’ve been at it for almost half an hour.” The curly-haired boy whispered back.

“How come you can’t decide which one is prettier between the two?” Jeff rolled his eyes at his friend, “I can’t because they’re both practically the same!” He countered loudly.

Gareth made a sound as if he had heard the greatest atrocity a human being could utter. “Man…” He said with his jaw dropped, “You are truly blind, without a doubt.” The blonde shook his head. “Oh yeah? Tell me something that’s different about the two.” Everyone at the table was enjoying the two's discussion.

A mischievous smile began to appear on Emerson's face. “That's easy,” He crossed his arms over his chest, “Pamela Anderson's titties are much bigger than Heather Locklear's.” And with that, a commotion was generated at the table.

“Eww!”

“Jesus, we have a lady sitting here Gareth!” Dustin pointed and everyone at the table stared at you.

"And…?" He shrugged. “How do you think she’ll feel hearing you talk about… Um, another woman’s parts like you’re a pervert?” The smaller boy scolded.

"Hey!" The blonde haired boy fumed, "It's not my fault she's flat as a door and feels insecure around other girls' breasts." He slapped his hand over his mouth when he realized what he had just said.

Your face fell in shock and embarrassment, hot tears threatening to form as everyone at the table looked equally shocked at Gareth.

Feeling humiliated enough, you got up from your chair and headed towards the cafe's exit without looking back.

“Man, you really are an asshole.” Grant said disappointed in his friend.

Eddie, who was watching the discussion unfold, now looked at Gareth with a dark look, getting up from his place at the head of the table, Emerson barely had time to react when he was hit with a tray of food and something wet. "What the-"

“Be thankful it’s just food and not a chair,” The older boy said seriously and followed you.

Eddie found you in the drama room where they were playing D&D, “Princess?” The chair next to you was occupied by him. “Hey, I hope you’re not like this because of that scumbag.” He caressed your damp cheek.

“He’s not wrong, Eds… I-” You were silenced by a finger on your lips.

“Ah, ah, I won’t even listen.” His dark curls shook as he shook his head. “Gareth is an idiot who hasn’t left puberty yet.” You both laughed, “But you… You are more than a body, you know that right?” You denied, overwhelmed by the emotions that his sentence brought you.

“You know now, you are an incredible girl with so many qualities… It’s almost ridiculous that you reduce yourself to a body, when you have so much to offer.” His brown eyes looked at you with intensity and sincerity, “I think you’re beautiful, and I’m not just talking about physical beauty.” The smile on your face was huge.

“What I want to say, Princess, is that you are much more than this standard imposed by the patriarchy, you are worth more than that…” He looked down with flushed cheeks.

You jumped into his arms and hugged him like there was no tomorrow, “Thank you, Eds.” You thanked him with a trembling voice and felt him tighten his arms around your waist, returning the hug.

People can be mean, and sometimes you have to remember: You are more than a body.

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lolitakirstein · 3 months

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Hey Neighbor Pt 9

Part 8

WC: ~1.5k

AN: I'm so worried about writing longer chapters in case they are too boring. but I hate splitting things up when I'm on a roll. ha

You watched as the man you had run into exited Toji’s house 30 minutes later. Unable to hear what the two were discussing you relied on their body language to give you some hint as to who he was. The men seemed formal towards each other yet relaxed; Toji with his hands in his pocket or across his chest, the other guy casually lighting a cigarette while showing his back to toji. There must be some level of trust between them, then. Before the man leaves, you notice him gesture towards your house. You draw back further from the window, afraid of being seen.

Once the car is out of sight and Toji returns to his house, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Should you ask Toji who he was or was that being too nosy? Not like i’ll get a straight answer, he refuses to tell me anything, you think, settling on being nonchalant about it.

Fortunately, you had work to keep you focused. And most fortunately, your hangover was minimal. Nothing more than a slight throb thanks to the pain meds Toji had offered you. You become robotic as you scan, sort, and shelve books and answer the same boring questions from customers.

Before you can notice, it’s your lunch break. You sit in the small cafe that the bookstore offers, downing a hot chai latte and checking your phone. One message from the work group chat and one from Toji that was sent a few hours ago

Toji: You ok?

You fight back the urge to send, “I can’t tell you right now, it’s not the right time,” instead, pocketing your phone and playing hard to get. You clock back into work, ready to start the second half of your shift.

Wait, am I wanting him to chase me or something? This guy who knows things but won't tell me? Why am I trying to act like this is a dude i’ve swiped on Tindr? This guy has secrets, deep ones. Ones I probably don’t wanna know—

“Excuse me,” a soft voice snaps you out of your internal monologue. You spin around and are met with a man. His dark auburn hair is close-cropped at the sides while the top fashionably brushes just above his deep brown eyes. A soft shadow of stubble peppers his strong jaw.

“Oh, hello. Can I help you?” you quickly revert to the robotic motions of a customer service provider.

“Yeah, I was looking for your classical section.”

“Are you looking for anything in particular,” you ask after leading him to the designated section of the store.

“What would you recommend?”

A question every worker hates. “Well, can never go wrong with Doestrevsky.”

“Ah, yes, I read Crime and Punishment in school. Incredible prose,” he responds.

Your heart lifts at finally being able to discuss books with someone. “Indeed, if you like that, you might like The Idiot. Same themes of human nature and society.” You grab a copy off the shelf and hand it to me.

“Well I’d be an idiot if I didn’t take the advice of such a beautiful, well-read woman,” he says coyly as you walk to the counter. You internally groan but also can’t help but blush at the compliment, though the joke was indeed awful.

“Let me know how you like it?” you say after ringing him up and bagging his purchase.

“How about we discuss it over dinner sometime,” he cocks an auburn brown.

“Oh,” you stammer, thrown off by the sudden offer. It’d been so long since you’d been on a date you forgot what it was like to be asked out. “Sure!”

“Great I’ll keep you posted on my progress,” the man who you now know as Connor pockets his phone after you exchange numbers. “I look forward to discussing it with you and hearing your beautiful thoughts.”

Ok, he was laying it on a little thick but you don't mind. The only interaction you had had with a man for the past few months had been with Toji. And those interactions were hardly civil, much less flirty. Though Toji tended to tease, it was mostly to throw you off the topic of his secrets.

The rest of your shift goes by quickly and you arrive home before the sun goes down. As you get out of your car, you notice Toji sitting on his porch steps. You try to ignore him but ignoring him is like trying to ignore a bear about to devour you. You give a wave, walking fast to your house.

“You ok?” Toji asks, still sitting on the steps. Damn, he either can’t take a hint or is just stubborn.

“Yeah, thanks,” you respond fumbling your keys out of your pocket. You drop them. Cursing yourself for being so easily intimidated by him you stoop to pick them up. Toji’s feet appear in your line of vision. You look up at the giant man standing over you. You want to feel afraid, but you can’t deny the absolute feral part of your brain at the sight of him standing over you.

“Why didn’t you text me back?” the possessive tone didn’t help dampen the submissive part of your psyche. Damn, why do I have to be such a whore for crazy men?

“I was working,” you squeak out, picking your keys up and walking to your front steps.

“I wanna talk,” Toji says behind you as you march up the steps and unlock your door.

“It’s fine Toji. Nothing to talk about,” you turn around, Toji is standing at the bottom of your porch steps.

“There is,” Toji huffs a breath. “A lot, actually.”

You were not in the mood for this. Your day ended on a good note and you intend for it to stay that way. “Look, whatever it is. I don’t care.”

“Yes you do,” Toji takes one step up.

You shake your head, even though you were screaming yes in your head. You will not let him win. “Nah, I’m good. I really couldn't care less what your little secrets are. I don’t even know you.”

“It’s not that, it’s just—”

The notification on your phone interrupts the moment. You reach into your pocket for it and notice a text from Connor.

Connor: I hope you had a good rest of your day. I must say, you made mine :)

Oh, the cringe was off the charts with this guy. But you can’t keep the stupid smile from appearing on your face. Followed by a giggle. Shit I’m giggling over a guy. I need laid

“Who’s that?” Toji asks sharply.

“No one,” you shake your head.

“No one huh,” Toji takes another step up, finally standing in front of you. “‘No one’ got you smiling like a goof?”

“You have your secrets, I have mine,” you shrug.

“You don't blush like that for just no one,” Toji teases, he steps so close you can feel the heat off of him. “Now who could possibly be making sweet little y/n blush so much besides me?”

You crane your neck up to look at him, refusing to show he’s affecting you. “I can’t tell you. It’s not the right time.”

Finally, you manage to knock him off his game by throwing his words back at him. He steps back, putting some distance between you. A scowl wrinkles his brow and his jaw ticks as he clenches his teeth. You smirk, pleased with yourself. “Good night toji.”

Toji

Toji stares at the door you slammed in his face, stricken dumb by the sass you dished out. He had expected this to be a moment of confession, finally getting it all out in the open. Now standing at your closed door, Toji has no choice but to retreat back home.

After dinner and tucking Megumi into bed, Toji collapses onto his king-size bed. He turns his head to the window, towards your house. The lamp on your bedside table creates a soft glow from your window. He watches as you enter the bedroom. Your eyes on your phone, smiling.

Toji clenches his jaw. Here he was ready to start having an honest conversation with you, and you were too busy with this mysterious ‘no one.’ He hated being this way, but he couldn’t deny that he felt a sense of protectiveness over you.

He watches you throw your phone on the bed, the giddy smile still on your lips—perfect lips, soft delicate lips he’s thought about kissing on multiple occasions. With your back to the window, you remove your shirt and toss it to the chair before you begin sliding your pants down. As much as Toji would love nothing more than to watch, he has enough decency to look away, he’s not THAT much of a pervert.

He reaches into his back pocket, depositing the contents beside him.

First is his cellphone which he text Shiu–I need to borrow a few of your tech geeks.

The second, is a sealed envelope. No address, no street names or numbers. Just 3 words written in delicate script:

il mio agnellino

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vxnuslogy · 3 months

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🍿lights, camera, action .ᐟ

chapter 2 — hang on for deer life!

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“and cut! good job everyone.” the staff clapped and cheered. some were huddled around the director while the others were running around handing the actors towels and bottles of cold water.

“good job, libra.” snapping out of your daze, you look back to see azrail smiling at you while holding up a bottle of water. you return his smile with one of your own and chug the entire thing down in one go. “thanks, you as well!” the white haired man just grinned at you, throwing his arms over your shoulder and pressing you to his sweaty side in a side hug. you only laugh and shake your head as you allow the taller male to chat your ear off and lead you to the dressing rooms.

by the time you reached your respective rooms, azrail bid you goodbye and entered his own. sighing the moment you fell face first into the small couch that could barely fit you, a familiar chuckle echoed in the room making you lift your head.

“sera.”

“[name].”

and then there was silence. not that you minded, in fact, sera’s quiet ambience was a breath of fresh air compared to that of azrail’s and adam’s chaotic and loud one.

“how was filming?” sera asked, peeking at you from her vanity mirror.

you stayed quiet for a while before answering her. “it was alright. i think i could’ve done better.” and you meant it, but you didn’t feel the need to elaborate further when sera hummed. the two of you stayed in comfortable silence for a while more before you heard her shuffle out of her seat and tap on your shoulder. “it would be for the best if you got out of your costume and into something more comfortable.” you only nod and pull yourself up from your position to change.

by the time you finished changing into something more comfortable – a black turtleneck layered by a grayish polo, some black slacks and a pair of shoes – you sling your work bag over your shoulder and jog up to everyone who greeted you with happy and teasing smiles. you raise a curious brow but decide to shrug it off.

“you did amazing today [name]!” emily said excitedly. even without her costume, you could imagine the three pair of wings behind her back fluttering with her enthusiasm. you chuckle and pat her on the head, “thank you emily. i’m looking forward to working with you on next week’s episode.” you try your best to match her fervor but fall a bit short, she didn’t seem to notice so you let it be.

“why the frown?” a voice from behind you asked. your lips twitched upwards before letting out a sigh as a heavy arm came to rest on your shoulders again. “i’m not frowning.” you say which was met with a click of a tongue from beside you. “yeah, not now.”

you and azrail walked to the cafe your little crew had planned to go to in silence. his arm still slung over your shoulders – not that you mind, it had become a trademark of his that you ended up being fond of.

“remember,” sera said, stopping in front of your crew and looking rather sternly at azrail and adam who only looked away – the former scratching his cheek while the latter tried to whistle. the older woman only shakes her head with a sigh, “try to keep your… loudness, to a minimum. we’re in a public place and we don’t want to disturb the other customers.”

everyone let out a yes before stating all their orders. sera would have a simple hot coffee, lute wanted the opposite and ordered a cup of iced coffee, adam and emily ordered a chocolate frappuccino, azrail ordered a vanilla latte while you ordered an iced caramel brew.

after noting everyone’s drinks, you and the others started walking around the building to try and find an empty table that could fit all of you. all the while, azrail never left your side. you were about to ask him what his deal was but emily and lute waved you over to an empty table. you sat down by the window, propping one hand on the table and using it to lean your head.

“so,” you sighed again, not turning to look at azrail but instead his reflection on the window. “finally gonna tell me what’s wrong?” it seemed like everyone noticed the tension between you and your childhood friend so they got up from their seats and decided to bother sera. “az, i’m fine. there’s nothing wrong.”

“bullshit.”

azrail’s colorful language had decided to show making you snicker under your breath. you stopped yourself from laughing when you turned to him and he looked dead serious. the smile that wanted to spread across your face had dropped before it had the chance show. suddenly the early autumn air got chillier. like the person from middle school, you turned away first and hid in your turtleneck.

azrail sighed. a hand coming to mess up his white hair that lute had graciously tied up for him. “sorry. that was, a bit out of line of me.” you shook your head, still holding the fabric of your shirt over your mouth so your reply came out a bit muffled. “it’s ok. i know you’re just worried. its just–” you sew your mouth shut before another word tumbled out by accident. you didn’t trust yourself enough to not get emotional in a public space.

“i could’ve done so much better today…”

but sometimes the stitches you sew across your mouth came loose in his presence.

when sera came over and set everyone’s drinks on the table, azrail got up from his seat, took your drink and his in his hands and gestured to you to get up. taking the cup of coffee from his hands, you gave everyone a polite smile, “we’re going out for a little walk, we’ll be back.” emily looked a little disappointed that you’ll be leaving but she gave you a thumbs up and waved at the two of you as you exit the building.

letting out the breath that you were holding, you follow azrail in his steps, leading to nowhere in particular.

“i have a feeling we’ll be in the studio for a while in the next episode.” you chuckle, when azrail remained quiet you took it as a cue to continue. “i’m really glad i landed this role, i really do! it’s just… libra is such a hard character to play.” taking a sip from your drink, you slightly regret not ordering a hot drink. “you saw how i struggled today with the meeting scene and the one where we had a confrontation. i couldn’t mirror the frustration libra had in the script, god, don’t even get me started when they start to get angry. just imagining myself trying to play that scene in my head makes me want to wilt away.”

“their character is… amazing.” you say wistfully, remembering the first day you held your script and read over your lines. “a cool-headed and logical person who also has a childish side. they obviously know something about the angels but always abides by their rules. oh! and don’t get me started on what they're hiding in that little office of theirs.” you chuckle, anticipation starting to bubble in your stomach for the next episode. “libra is amazing, and i don’t want to ruin their character.”

“you know you’re really stupid.”

“thanks for pointing out the obvious jackass.”

“well, at least you’re aware of your stupidity.”

“the temperatures are dropping, don’t make me spill my drink on you.”

the two of you playfully glare at each other before laughing.

“you’re amazing too, [name].” he says with a bright smile on his face. “they casted you for a reason. you know i suck at comforting people but,” he planted his hand over your head and ruffled your hair making you let out a loud protest. “i know you’ll make it big in this industry. try to have a little more faith in yourself.”

after escaping from his hold, you hit him on the shoulder with a chuckle. “thanks asshole.” he only grinned and started walking back to the cafe. “don’t mention it bozo.”

the two of you had walked a fair distance so it will take a few minutes before you can enjoy the cafe’s heater again. pulling out your phone, you start scrolling through social media – switching between twitter and instagram – and smiling whenever you see a post about the theories surrounding your character. though, along the way, you came across a trending tag.

“what in the seraphim’s names is radioscales?” you ask genuinely, eyes filled with confusion as azrail just laughed at your side. he’s been telling you how much you’ve been embracing your role as ‘libra’ that you’ve adopted their way of speech. rolling your eyes in mild-annoyance, you elbow the man beside you, nearly making him lose his hold on the coffee cup in his hand.

“that’s your ship name with alastor, dear. ” az replied while you rolled your eyes for the second time at his emphasis on the nickname. he slung his free arm over your shoulders as he peeked over your phone. each time you scrolled, a picture of you and alastor laughing whilst sitting beside each other on that interview invaded your entire feed.

“drop the sweet pet names, they don’t suit you.”

“oh but you wouldn't mind if alastor said it?”

“it fits his character.” you say with a shrug. actively ignoring the grin making its ways on his lips.

“you two look cute.”

“thanks, i know.”

“why thank you!”

the two of you stop in your tracks and slowly turn around. there standing in all his glory was alastor himself. he wore a gray shirt with beige pants and his black shoes; a dark brown trench coat hang around his frame giving him a more taller and intimidating image. he still wore the same smile he always has and his glasses sat snuggly on the bridge of his nose. he’s what you’d call, in your books, a pretty boy in autumn clothing.

in the blink of an eye, he was now peeking over your and azrail’s shoulders and onto your phone. “i’m glad i’m not the only one who was shocked by such a tag!” he pointed his finger on your screen and clicked on the trending tag on twitter that was “#RADIOSCALES”. you chuckle lightly, “well, your fans are pretty delusional.” azrail nearly spat out his drink while you recoiled away from him.

“gross.”

“oh shut up. you caught me off guard.”

you tilt your head to the side, “with what? the alastor’s fans are delusional? am i wrong though?” you ask with a smirk while azrail only nods. you turn to look at alastor for confirmation. when he only gave you a close-eyed smile while fixing his glasses, you got your answer.

you snort rather ungraciously but you didn’t dwell on it too much and started walking.

“so, my dear.” alastor said at your side, his arms folded behind his back. “will you finally take me up on my offer last week?” you catch a glimpse of azrail speed walking away from you and the radio host so taking a hold of his jacket you tug at him. you give alastor an apologetic smile, “i’m sorry alastor, but i’m with sera and the others today.”

“well that’s no problem for me my dear!” he exclaimed, “i’m quite the people person you know? i’ll worm my way into your little crew’s hearts in no time, yes indeed!”

“i don’t doubt you on that alastor, but…”

───── ✦ ─────

“WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS EDGE LORD DOING HERE?!”

this was what you were afraid of.

tugging alastor by his coat away from adam, you try to put some distance between the two but alastor wouldn’t be the character everyone fell in love with if he didn’t add fuel to the fire.

“i’m here to ask our dear judge on a date of course!”

“huh?”

the sounds of gasps, adam's cursing, and emily and azrail's giddy giggles filled your ears.

your world started to spin when alastor suddenly held your wrist, twirled you away from adam’s lunging attack and tugged you at his side – using your head as an armrest as well.

“a date?” you look up curiously at the brown haired man, tugging his arm down from your head. “why of course! my little rag-tag team had given me the gracious idea, so props to them.”

you had a feeling that you’re schedule for this week will be very hectic.

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mivyts · 11 months

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Flight of the Navigator

Nagi Seishiro/Reader

fem reader!!

wc: 8k

meet-cute, (a little bit of) miscommunication, fluff, hurt/comfort

The cute guy who stole your coffee turns out to be a famous football player and you...turn out to need a lot of help with communicating.

It wasn't always this quiet.

Your old apartment used to be full of noise and excitement. The new one is empty and dead and dark and you're not sure how to fix it. You just need people to fill the space, you think. That's how it was before, three friends renting an apartment, full of youth and excitement for college. Until it became tedious hours just working and studying. Until one friend left to move in with their partner and the other relocated due to work.

Left to pay rent that was previously split by three people, you decided it might be time to move on as well. And the prospect excited you. A new place meant new people, a fresh start, a way to let go of everything.

But you forgot how much you hated change.

Meeting new people, finding a new job, navigating a new supermarket. (Why is their cereal kept at the very back?) God, you despised it all. The only familiar thing would be going to the same university.

You miss your old friends and you hate that they've adapted so quickly. You text the group chat only to get a reply hours later, almost always saying they're too busy to call. On the rare occasion you do speak to them over a call, the question 'How are things going?' manages to make your good mood fade away. Your bland answers of "Oh, fine! School is normal as always and the new job is paying the bills." always seem so boring compared to Inara telling you about her new cat and her weekend road trips or Malia telling you both that she thinks her boyfriend is gonna propose to her because "he's been acting too suspicious and there's like…no way he's cheating on me."

Moping around in your dead apartment did, of course, nothing to help. But today was different. Today, you were bursting with energy and just itching for something to do. So, you grab a jacket and head out.

You head over to a cafe that's now familiar to you, even though the old one you used to frequent hasn't quite left your mind. The streets are more crowded than you're used to and you should've expected it, coming out on a Sunday evening.

You order a coffee and grab a seat. You have your little outing planned out in your head; get something to fill your stomach and take a short walk in the park. Being outside has already lifted your spirits and you're mad at yourself for being so stubborn about leaving your house until now.

When your order is called out you look up from your phone and make your way to the counter, where the barista looks out expectantly. Just when you're within arms distance of the counter, a big hand engulfs what is obviously your cup.

You pause, figuring that this guy probably just ordered the same thing as you. Even though you did have energy, it wasn't the talking to people type. So, you decide you'll just wait for the barista to call out your order again. Unfortunately, your body follows your thoughts a little slower and the guy with your coffee notices you standing awkwardly to the side, half-turned and hand jutted out.

He looks at the cup in his hand that he's just finished paying for and then back at you. He opens his mouth to say something and you're half expecting him to give you the coffee.

"My bad."

You stand there dumbfounded as he walks out, coffee in hand.

You walk back to your seat, cheeks warm with embarrassment though you're not sure why. You're stuck in the cafe until you hear your order being called out once more and this time you're able to collect it mishap free.

The woman working at the counter gives you a small smile as she hands you your items, as if to acknowledge the previous interaction. You smile back amicably.

Later, when you're tossing in bed with your eyes unable to close you inevitably think about your interaction with the strange but insanely attractive guy from earlier. His white hair had looked so fluffy and his soft eyes were filled with a kind of luring haziness.

And you start thinking with naive hope that maybe if you visit the cafe more often, you might get to see his face again.

His oddly familiar face.

–

A week later, there's still no sign of the (probably famous) guy. You can't come up with any other logical explanation for why he would seem so familiar otherwise.

Every morning on your way to university you stop by the cafe, sometimes trying out something new on the menu. (You'd never thought a carrot cake could taste this good.) It gives you a sort of purpose, making you feel better about yourself for not rotting in your room, even if the reason might be silly.

You've mostly lost hope of seeing this white haired guy again but you're not that sad about it. You're more happy about the fact that you sometimes get to feed the stray dogs and cats you see on your way to the park where you lay down your blanket to work on an essay for uni.

And the fact that you've discovered new friends, all by yourself. A girl named Mika who'd befriended you at work and who you later discovered attended the same university as you. And the two friends who often sat next to you in one of your classes, Manha and Haru.

You feel independent, and it's new and refreshing and the feeling is welcome. It's a feeling you never got while living with your parents or even your old roommates. For the first time in a while you feel good about yourself.

And it's (mostly) all thanks to some random hot guy who said no more than two words to you.

So, once again on a Sunday evening you stand third in line at the cafe, hoping that they haven't run out of carrot cake. The line grows behind you as you text Haru confirmation that you'd be able to make it to a movie night tonight.

When you're finally in front of the counter you're glad to see three slices of carrot cake left in the display and you ask the employee to pack all three of them for you.

When she comes back, a filled paper bag in hand, you have your cash ready to give to her but an arm reaches over your shoulder, placing a card on the counter.

"I'll pay for it."

Your back straightens immediately, personal space breached and eyes widened as you step away from the person behind you. Nervously, you turn around, ready to confront whoever it is but those words die on your tongue.

"Oh. It's you." You end up blurting.

The guy with white hair who's been plaguing your mind stands right here, in front of you, reaching over you a bit to type into the keypad of the card swiping machine after he gets a muffin for himself.

"It's me. Consider this an apology for stealing your coffee last time."

"Ah. It's okay, it happens." You give him a smile.

He nods, and you're not sure what else to say.

"And…thank you." You give him a nod before taking a seat at one of the booths. You have your laptop opened up soon enough and your headphones are over your head, blasting a playlist. The daunting face of the google doc of one of your half completed essays stares back at you from the laptop. You take a sip of your coffee and then with a deep breath, your hands are poised over the keyboard and you begin to type.

You're only a sentence in when something disturbs your vision. You look up, quickly lowering your headphones to look back at the same white haired guy.

"...sitting here?" You only hear the end half of his sentence.

"Sorry?"

"Is someone sitting here?" He speaks again, with an expression so blank it betrays nothing. He's gesturing to the seat across from you in the booth.

"Oh, no! You can go ahead."

He sits down across from you, turning on his phone. You can just barely see his screen to notice he's playing some kind of game. You faintly hear the sound effects of it.

You decide to pause your music and keep your headphones around your neck, in case he speaks again.

He doesn't, but you relax enough to spend the next 45 minutes or so working on your essay. You're too focused on your work for the background noise to even bother you. You've made a good amount of progress by the time you decide to pack up and head home to get ready for Haru's movie night.

The mystery white haired guy still sits across from you, tapping away at his phone. When you put your laptop back in your bag and take the last bite of a muffin you had ordered, the guy sighs lightly.

"Ah. I died." His eyebrows raise just slightly and you can't even tell if he's mad about it.

"What are you playing?" You ask, tentative.

He looks up and tells you the name of the game and you can't help but gasp.

"Holy shit. I used to play that in high school."

"Who'd you main?" He scoots over to make place for you and you sit down next to him, peeking at his phone.

You scroll through his characters, a finger on his screen while he still holds it, until you come across your favorite character.

"This guy! I loved him so much." A smile catches onto your face and you feel so nostalgic.

"That is such a beginner character."

"Shut up. Who do you main?"

He scrolls back up to the top of the characters to click on a character you recognize. She has long brightly colored hair and a cool design.

"You are so basic, everybody uses her."

"You use the character level 10 players use."

"He's good!" You exclaim defensively and he simply raises an unimpressed eyebrow.

"You should play again." He suggests.

"I don't have the time, man." You lean back and away from him, no longer looking at his phone.

He moves on quickly, instead opening up the game folder on his phone and asking you if you'd played any of them before.

Memories tug on your brain again and you tell him about the time you'd stayed up till three the night before an exam, just defeating bosses on one of the games.

He laughs, and conversation flows easily with a common topic of interest. You talk along with him and time passes so quickly you're not even aware of it until your phone lights up with a notification and you catch sight of the time.

"Oh, fuck. I have to go." You blurt out, interrupting him.

He stares at you, lips parted and big eyes as you gather your things as quickly as you can. It's only half an hour before you're supposed to be at Haru's house and you shove all your things inside your bag before slinging it over your shoulder.

Facing the guy you say, "I'm so sorry! I have to be somewhere. I'll see you around, though!"

He barely gets time to utter the words 'see you' before you're rushing off.

And when you go, you take with you something he wants to keep. A fulfilling feeling he never wants to let go of. He needs to speak to you again to have it back.

You speed walk home and rush yourself getting ready but you manage to make it to Haru's for the movie night. (26 minutes later than the time you'd told him)

Haru drops both you and Manha home after your night. Your house comes first and Manha loudly bids farewell to you after you exit the car, smiling widely. Haru simply waves with a smile.

When you crawl into bed, slightly tipsy from a couple glasses of wine, you think about the guy from the cafe and you can't help but feel like he's given you something. A feeling of happiness to keep for yourself.

–

You meet him twice more the next week. You forgo going to the park to work on stuff, instead choosing to sit in the cafe, hoping to run into the same guy again.

You figure you've become a sort of a regular because the baristas who work in the evenings always greet you with a smile.

You meet him on Wednesday and then on Friday, and you wonder about what kind of schedule he's got. He always walks in after 6pm, walking to the counter to order and then to your booth, asking if he could sit.

(You say yes both times of course.)

You tell him about the new game you downloaded on your laptop and his eyes light up with recognition. He tells you he knows it but he's never played it.

"Oh my god, I've been obsessed. You have to get it, it's so good." You gush.

"Okay, I'll get it."

You laugh triumphantly.

You're typing on your computer, working on uni work when you suddenly remember.

"Oh my god."

Across from you, he looks up.

"What's your name?" You ask.

His eyebrows raise in surprise, like he was just remembering the same thing.

"Nagi Seishiro." He says.

You tell him your own name before it hits you.

Nagi Seishiro…

"That's why you look familiar!" You blurt out.

"You know me?" He looks at you, eyebrows raised again.

"Who doesn't?" You smile.

But truthfully the only reason you know of him is because of your younger brother, i.e arguably the biggest fan of Manshine City. He's probably the only person you're in contact with from your family and you'd rather die than stop talking to him. He's also the only person who'd bothered to stay in touch after you moved out of your parents house.

You always click through his close friends story with a fondness, seeing him and his friends celebrate or sit in misery when their teams win or lose. It never fails to make you laugh.

You and Nagi sit and talk until he has to leave for something or the other and you pack up as well, heading home.

On the way home you text your brother,

you will not BELIEVE who im friends with!!!

–

The next time you meet him, he's at the cafe before you.

When you walk in you spot him immediately, having taken residence over the booth you two normally sit in.

You get your coffee and a snack and seat yourself opposite him, without having to ask. He looks up for a second before his eyes go back to his game.

"Wow, early today?" You ask, opening up your laptop. You haven't got any work to do today so you open your current favorite game, leeching off of the cafe's wifi.

"Yeah. No practice today."

"Lucky. I had a class till three today." You pretend to gag.

He huffs in amusement. "Why would you voluntarily still attend school? I would rather die, it's so much of a hassle."

"Because! I like what I'm learning." You say defensively before continuing, "It's just…annoying to have to do work."

You smile guiltily at him and he says, "You're so right. Sleeping is better."

"Don't you wake up at like six for your practice or whatever?" You raise an eyebrow.

"Doesn't mean I want to though." He shoots back and sighs before continuing, "Football is such a hassle."

You smile amusedly. "Everything's a hassle to you."

"That's true."

With his eyes cast downwards at his phone, he doesn't see the way you smile fondly.

–

After a week, he finally gets your number.

Haru was supposed to pick you up and take you to a concert but he'd texted you suddenly, saying he'd gotten sick and that it had to be cancelled.

You weren't too sad about it considering Manha was supposed to go with him originally, they were both big fans of the band playing. The only reason she cancelled was because she caught the flu (which probably spread to Haru). You'd only offered to go in her stead because they didn't want the ticket to go to waste and after giving a couple listens to their songs, you decided you wouldn't mind listening to them live.

So, you stare at the texts Haru has just sent you, dampered. You hoped walking home this late wouldn't be as scary as it sounds.

"What happened?"

You look up to meet Nagi's concerned eyes.

"It's nothing, don't worry. My friend just can't take me to that concert I was telling you about. So I'll probably have to walk home now." You groan. "I don't think buses run this late."

It only just hit 8:30 but walking to the bus stop would take more time and you would probably miss the last bus.

"What are you talking about? I can just drop you home." He says, and looks genuinely confused.

"Are you sure? I don't wanna inconvenience you." You nibble on your lower lip.

He nods. "You're fine, don't worry. I don't have anything going on tonight. Tell me when you're ready to leave."

It's already late enough so you leave right away, packing your bag and exiting alongside Nagi.

"Wow." He hears from you when you enter his car. He raises an eyebrow.

"It's so clean." Your expression shows surprise and awe. His car isn't too fancy but it still…looks like a rich person owns it.

"Why do you always expect the worst from me?" It's a rhetorical question and you respond by laughing.

"Isn't it obvious?" You smile.

He gives you a dirty look but you can tell there's no real heat behind it.

"Which way are we heading?" He inquires.

When you tell him the name of your apartment complex he just stares blankly at you and you sigh. You rack your brain for some sort of landmark near your place.

"Do you know the park with that crazy lion fountain?"

He hums, thinking about it before saying, "Wait near that one gym?"

"Yes!"

"Oh! I know that place." His eyes light up.

"Okay just go there and then I can guide you."

He gives you the aux, albeit hesitatingly. The first song you play is horrible just to spite him. You laugh so hard when he visibly flinches at the sound of it. But when you do play the music you actually enjoy, you catch him slightly bopping his head to it.

"Do you mind if we stop here?" He questions, leaning his head towards a convenience store and slowing down.

You shake your head, too focused on the song playing to formulate a verbal response. He takes the turn to the store and soon enough you find yourself trailing Nagi as he browses the fridges.

"You want anything?" He spares you a glance while he rifles through a fridge. You hum before taking a round through the small store and you find what you're looking for in the small shelf that houses various cookies. You see the packet you want behind a couple of others so you reach your hand in, fingers catching on your choice of cookies and you pull it out, unfortunately pulling three other packets along with it. They clatter to the floor and the crinkle of plastic is relatively loud.

A fourth packet sits on the edge of the shelf, just about to tilt over and when it does, your hands rush to catch it. But it just makes more noise when you fail to catch it in midair, hitting the shelf before the floor.

You look around to make sure no one saw the commotion before bending down and picking up the packets of cookies.

A choked sound makes you look up to see Nagi covering his mouth as he laughs. He's also got his phone out and you suspect he's already taken a couple of photos.

Heat rises to your face. "What are you doing! Stop, it's not even- stop!"

He continues to giggle and you finish clearing up the fallen packets before collecting the one you'd wanted from the beginning.

"Let's go!" You tell him, turning him around and patting his shoulder. He still has a small smile on his face.

"That's all?" He asks, and you nod

He walks over to the counter, a plethora of snacks in his arms and you follow with your packet of cookies. He pays for everything and he carries his small bag of snacks to the car.

"I can pay you back for-"

"No. It's literally just some cookies, it's fine."

You don't ask about it anymore even with the nagging feeling in your gut that it isn't right, but you're somehow glad you didn't have to spend more money.

In the car, he already has a newly bought lollipop sitting in his mouth as he giggles at his phone.

"What are you laughing at?"

His amused eyes meet yours as he twists the phone so you can see the photo of you looking embarrassed after you dropped the cookies. You swipe and the photos show the events as they progress, you bending down and picking up the packets, your mouth open as you say something to Nagi.

Most of the photos are bad, consisting of you with an unflattering expression covering your face but the last one makes you gasp.

"Wait, Nagi send me this. I actually look good here." You zoom in on the photo, examining this and that.

It's another photo of you standing with a packet of cookies in hand, but this time a smile graces your features as you face Nagi (and the camera) and you look really good.

"Okay, but how?" He starts up the car and reverses, doing the thing where he places his arm behind your headrest and looks behind. You do your best not to stare.

It distracts you for a second and you say, "Ah- sorry?"

"I don't have your number." He clarifies.

"Oh my god, you're right. Give me your phone, I'll save it." You keep a hand out.

He juts his hip out just a little and says, "Take it."

You look at him, but he's got his eyes on the road and you realise he can't afford to let go of the wheel right now.

Your hand reaches into the pocket of his pants where you can see the outline of his phone and you flush at the proximity. You pull out his phone, unfortunately ridding yourself of his warmth.

"The passwords 3333."

"That is actually so stupid."

"You're stupid."

You ignore him, tapping onto the contacts icon and you save your number, typing out your first name. You send a text to yourself so that you can save his number on your own phone.

"Okay, done." You smile at him.

"Thanks."

He pulls up in front of your complex soon enough and you smile at him as you exit his car.

"Thank you for the ride, Nagi."

"You're welcome." He's got a barely noticeable smile on his face.

When you slip into bed, you open the text you sent yourself from Nagi's phone.

youre better than me at gaming

wow

im glad you can finally admit it

He replies quickly.

u r so annoying

You grin, knowing he's not serious. He remembers to send you the photo of yourself and you send him a text saying thank you.

You turn your phone off soon after that and clutch your pillow, squealing into it before you fall asleep.

–

The next time you meet him, it's at the theatre.

Haru, Manha and even Mika had declined your offer to go and see your favorite film that you'd heard was being screened again.

You'd texted Nagi about it and when you'd discovered he'd never even seen the movie, you convinced him to come see it with you.

"Why couldn't we just watch this at your place or something?" He says as the two of you get situated in your seats.

"It's all about the atmosphere, man."

After the movie, he drives the two of you to your now favorite cafe, where you force him to give you his detailed opinion about the movie. You banter back and forth and in the moment you're just so aware of how comfortable you are with him.

There have been…moments during the movie and even now, where you sit beside him in the booth instead of opposite to him. During the movie, you'd clutched his hand and squealed excitedly (and softly) when your favorite scene was playing. He'd clutched back and continued to hold your hand for the rest of the movie. Every time you wanted to tell him something, you had to lean forward and speak into his ear because the volume of the movie was so loud. When he'd done the same to you, you were just glad he couldn't hear how fast your heart was beating.

He drops you back home, now (mostly) familiar with the way to your house.

"You just took the wrong turn, you fucker!"

When you finally reach your place, you disconnect your phone from the aux and that's when he speaks up,

"Was this a date?"

You pause, but you know better than to stutter and gape like an idiot.

"...did you want it to be a date?"

He meets your eyes, unwavering and without hesitating says, "Yes."

You smile, somewhat shy and unbelieving.

"Then it was a date."

He smiles back at you and it's so, so pretty.

When he asks if he can kiss you, you don't trust yourself to speak coherently so you nod demurely.

You lean in and when he does too, you shut your eyes and your lips find his through darkness. The kiss itself is not something magical but the way something is fulfilled inside you feels like it. He holds you then, and you feel so safe.

You kiss him in his car more times than you can count, and you can't fight off the smile you have on your face until it falls away in your sleep.

–

The second date is his idea.

He ends up taking you out to dinner. It's a fancy restaurant, in a part of the city you haven't explored fully yet.

You're relieved you'd thought to ask him where he'd planned on taking you ahead of time so you were able to dress for the occasion. You're wearing a simple black dress but it's not so casual that you look like you don't belong among the rest of the diners.

He tells you about his longtime friend and teammate Mikage Reo and you tell him about how your little brother is a big fan of his team. After you let Nagi know that you're not really in contact with the rest of your family he knows not to pry but he tells you about his own parents.

His sleepy eyes and lazy smile and his soft hair that shakes every time he moves with laughter make you feel like someone new.

After dinner he drops you home and the tips of his ears turn red when you kiss him goodnight. You give him one last smile before leaving his car.

–

You fall into a routine. It's comfortable and you're able to flex around it.

You attend classes, work, complete assignments and meet Nagi whenever the opportunity arises.

You've been happy with him and he says the same about you but some bitter, small part of your mind gives in to insecurity sometimes.

You don't voice these insecurities out to him, of course not, especially given the fact that you guys aren't…actually dating. Neither of you have labeled your relationship and admittedly, you're too scared to.

Despite the fact you've spent so many days over at his house, and him at yours, and the two of you have gone out multiple times, and despite the amount of times you've made out, you'd never actually asked him the big question.

Are we dating?

To be fair, he hadn't asked you either but you really couldn't tell what he was thinking.

But it didn't affect you so badly that you couldn't stop thinking about it. Sure, maybe with how close the two of you have been during the last two months you should put a definite status to your relationship but you could suffice without one. He made you happy and that was enough for you.

And yeah, some days were still worse than others, when you were stuck in bed with no motivation to even get up and brush your teeth but you pushed through it. Nagi came over once when this happened, hoodie pulled over his head and a takeout bag in hand.

That day, he sent you a text offering to bring some food for you after you told him you weren't feeling well. You'd honestly thought that he meant he would drop it off and move on with his night but he'd come over with the intention to stay for a while.

You'd been so afraid that you'd scare him away with your disheveled appearance and no energy to talk, but he had almost wordlessly opened the takeout containers and loaded a show you liked on your laptop.

After he left that night, you'd cried so hard. Not out of sadness but some kind of fear. Fear of the realisation that you might be in love with him. Fear of the fact that he had so much power over you, just because of your feelings. And fear that you might mess up whatever the two of you had going on.

But you also felt so loved. Loved when you opened the door for him and he gave you a kiss on the temple and a light embrace. Loved when he didn't seem to mind that you didn't feel like talking. Loved when he did this for you without you even asking.

He had texted you the next morning, asking if you wanted him to come over that night as well. The smiley face he sends in response to your affirmation has you smiling just like it.

So, you were fine with the fact that you and Nagi were the way you were without a label. That is, until you get a text from him.

hey

you remember Reo?

he's having a get together this Friday and said I could invite you if I wanted

you wanna come?

It leaves you thinking. (Spiralling)

Why would he invite you to hang out with just his friends? Do they know about you? Do they think you guys are an item? Does Nagi think you guys are an item?

You voice none of these concerns, which isn't right on your part but you're more concerned about getting ridiculed for your worries. Despite the rational side of your brain saying, Seishiro wouldn't do that, the fear still plagues you.

But you ignore all of it, and text him,

yeah!

sounds fun:)

The only thing you can think about now is not to mess this up.

–

This is definitely not a get together.

Mikage Reo's house is filled with people. Way too many people to call it a get together. It was definitely a party.

Nagi is by your side, the way he has been since he picked you up in his car and drove you both all the way to Reo's penthouse. He holds your hand in his as he navigates through the crowd, making sure you don't get lost while he searches for his friend.

You haven't been to a party like this in ages. You remember the last time, you and your friends had drank till you'd puked and when you woke up you were laying in the bathtub with a raging headache. (You were supposed to be designated driver.)

You pass people standing around and chatting, some on their phones. A group of friends doing shots by the kitchen counter while a couple makes out against a wall not too far from them. Several people call out to Nagi in greeting, coming over to say something or the other to him. Some of them offer you a handshake and introduce themselves with a smile and some barely pay you a glance.

You're not too bothered by it. It just kind of…reminds you that you're not really from Nagi's world. You're not sure if you belong in it. But for the time being, his hand in yours placates you.

The flashing lights are just starting to get to your eyes when Nagi finally finds Reo. He's sitting on the couch in a group of people, some of them you vaguely recognize.

"Nagi!"

When you get close enough, someone from the group spots Nagi and waves energetically.

Nagi lets go of your hand to get closer and give a half hug to the guy, who you now recognize.

His striking blue eyes make a light bulb go off in your head and you remember the time you'd told your brother, "This Isagi guys' eyes are too bright." But with him being as famous as he is, you'd be able to recognize him without your brother's sporadic information about footballers.

When he's finally done greeting Isagi he comes back to you twiddling your thumbs and claps his hands over your shoulders.

"Guys, this is my friend."

You won't lie, it stings. To consider Nagi the closest person to you right now and just be called a friend, it pinches your gut. You hope it doesn't show on your face.

He tells them your name and then points at them from left to right and tells you their names.

You really can't remember any of them after five seconds other than Mikage, Isagi and an energetic guy named Bachira.

You smile at them, full of nerves and say, "Hi!"

As the night goes on you find yourself proven wrong. You hadn't expected meeting Nagi's friends to go anything better than just fine but it's going unexpectedly great.

You're seated with Reo on your right and Nagi on your left. Reo says nothing but, "It's great to finally meet you." with a smile. You smile back genuinely saying, "Likewise."

You open up eventually, not feeling afraid to butt into the conversation the longer you spend time with them.

Isagi has his arm around a girl who's friendly enough to have a good, genuine conversation with. She exasperatedly tells you, "It's nice not to be the only girl here!"

It only becomes slightly awkward when she asks you, "So…you and Nagi?"

Your eyes go wide and you reflexively think of denying whatever she's implying but you don't want to lie so you're not exactly sure what to say. You shut your mouth and laugh curiously, and with a raised eyebrow you say, "Me and Nagi…?"

She simply smiles knowingly. You know your initial reaction was too obvious to hide.

You learn that Isagi and Bachira are just big dorks and that the closest the guy who's blonde hair is dyed pink at the ends (and whose name you just can't remember) will get to smiling is a crazy looking smirk.

You tell Mikage that your brother's favorite player is probably him (if it's the same as it was a few months ago) and he laughs loudly, saying it gave him an ego boost. Nagi tells him his ego is already sky high.

Eventually, you guys have a couple rounds of drinks and it helps you loosen up further. When everyone goes ahead to dance, you're fine with staying alongside Nagi who says "dancing is such a hassle" and watching him play a game on his phone. Until a song you really like comes on and you get jealous of the people already dancing to it so you tug on his sleeve.

"Seishiro, pleaseee."

He spares you a glance, fingers still tapping away on his phone. "Just go without me."

"No way! I barely know these people. Please?" You try again. You're trying to get on the dance floor before the song gets over.

He sighs and gives in, muttering about how this is taking too much effort. You pull him to the dance floor with a grin. When the others spot you two, they cheer. Bachira comes over to clap you on the back and congratulate you for getting Nagi to dance before disappearing again.

A few dance breaks are taken where Nagi's friends convince him to do a couple rounds of shots with them. You prefer a cup of water. By the time the alcohol sets in he's clinging to you and pulling you back to the dance floor.

"C'mon, I thought you wanted to dance."

You laugh, "Oh how the turned tables."

You enjoy yourself, mentally reminding yourself to thank Nagi for inviting you to this later. You forget about everything you're worrying about while you dance.

Drunk Nagi still clings to you by the time you two are leaving. You hold his arm around your shoulder and keep your arm around his waist, trying your best to support his weight as you both wait for the lift to arrive.

You turn your head around when you hear your name called out. Nagi continues to hum the tune of a song you can't recognize as his head rests on top of yours.

Reo stands in his doorway, holding out a phone that when you squint, you recognize as your white haired friend's.

"Sei, wait for me okay? I'll be right back." You tell him, and leave him to lean against the wall as you make your way to Reo.

"Shit, thank you Reo." You pocket Nagi's phone.

"Yeah, no problem. See you around." He nods at you.

You smile back and say the same before turning to walk back to Nagi.

"Hey wait."

You swivel back around, eyebrows raised questioningly. "Yeah?"

He meets your eyes and speaks, not hesitating, "Whatever you two are doing…don't mess it up. Be worth his time."

You swallow and the only thing you can recall are the words you said to yourself before. Because you're so scared of messing it up. Mikage is probably speaking out of care for his friend but it feels so personal to you.

You meet Reo's fierce eyes again. "Yeah. Yeah- I'll treat him well. Bye, Reo."

He goes back to his party without saying bye. A good amount of the crowd is still present considering that it's not too late and the only reason you and Nagi are leaving is because Nagi kept whining about being sleepy. Not that you're complaining.

You get back to Nagi, guiding him into the lift.

"Hi. What did Reo want?" His hair drapes over his eyes as he looks at you.

"You forgot your phone, silly. He was just returning it" You smile and show him his phone, pushing it into his pants pocket for him.

"Thank you, Reo."

You laugh and ruffle Nagi's hair. He hums in content.

When you finally manage to get him in the car, you buckle him in and ask, "Your place or mine?"

"Hm?"

"You wanna go to your place or sleep over at mine?"

He turns to you, "You sleep over at my house."

"I don't think I have any clothes there though."

"Wear mine."

You can't smile, not when you're still thinking about what you two are. "Okay."

When you reach, you drag Nagi to the lift, go up and enter his apartment. You pull him all the way to his bed and lay him down, taking his shoes and socks off afterwards. He babbles nonsense as you do this although sometimes you can understand him whining about being sleepy.

"Then sleep, Seishiro." You murmur, pulling off your own outfit.

"But you're not here." He groans, flopping over to your side of the bed dramatically.

"Give me five minutes, Sei."

You change into his clothes like he suggested, and the graphic t-shirt looks comically big on you. You gulp down a glass of water from the kitchen and bring one to Nagi, helping him to sit up straight and drink. He only drinks about half the glass before saying, "I'm done."

He sinks back down, burrowing himself beneath the duvet. You go back to the kitchen to leave the glass in the sink to join Nagi on the bed.

He cuddles into you immediately, arm going over your body and one leg slung over yours. It's natural with how often you've slept beside him.. You shift around till you're comfy and not long after, Nagi falls asleep. His mouth hangs open slightly and you kiss him on the forehead, because he's just right there.

You don't fall asleep that quick though, eyes stuck to the ceiling as you replay Reo's words.

Don't mess it up.

–

Before you know what you're doing, you pull away.

When you notice that you've been getting avoidant of him, you try to justify it to yourself. Thinking things like: if his best friend doesn't like you, it's probably for the better this way.

You're scared of messing it up so you just…don't do anything at all.

You've been replying to his texts like normal but you decline his invitations to meet up. And when you'd normally call him to make up for that, you say no to those offers as well.

After almost two weeks of this, he texts you, asking what's wrong. You send back an innocent question mark. And no matter how much you keep trying to push against his insistence and concern, he doesn't stop questioning you.

And it gets to the point where you're close to tears, overwhelmed and afraid but it's no one's fault but your own, you think. You let Reo's words (and your own thoughts) get to you and you still can't face Nagi.

You just leave him on delivered for the time being, so scared that he hates you but more scared of making it worse by unintentionally saying something wrong.

The day goes by so slowly and you let out a big sigh when you finally get out of the lift and onto your floor in your apartment building. Work went badly today but it was only because you just weren't in the right frame of mind.

With your head down as you walk to the apartment you decide you'll text Nagi to meet up tomorrow and finally just talk about it. You're not exactly sure about what you're gonna say but you just can't take it anymore.

"Excuse me." You mutter, when you almost bump into someone outside your door.

They move but still linger, and you don't have the energy to even pay them a glance so you just shove your key into the door with a sigh.

You jolt upright when you hear your name. You twist around.

"Seishiro…"

He says your name again and you take his appearance in, and the bouquet of flowers he holds.

"I'm sorry…I don't know what I did but…" He begins, but doesn't get very far.

He sounds so in pain, like he really believes he's in the wrong and you cannot stop yourself from bursting into tears.

You think of wiping away your tears as discreetly as possible but a loud, choked sob escapes you before you can get away with it.

Nagi looks up, alarmed.

"Hey- what- why-? What's going on?" He comes forward and his hands land on your shoulder, trying to get a good look at you as you cover your face with your hand, pulling away.

You shake your head, unable to get comprehensible words out yet.

You try your best to stop but the tears just won't stop flowing and you try to tell him this.

"I'm sorr- I'm sorry, I don't know- why-" You interrupt yourself with another round of sobs and it just makes you feel more pathetic.

Nagi simply pulls you into him, rubbing soothing circles into your back as you let it all out. You feel the bouquet dig into your back but it grounds you almost more than Nagi's arms around you.

He guides you into your apartment, and sits you down on the couch, kissing your forehead before leaving to get you a glass of water. He comes back to you still on the couch, more calmed down, but still hiccupping. The ends of your sleeves are wet with snot and tears, like the front of his shirt. He helps you drink the water, a reassuring hand on your back as you gulp.

And he sits there, not pushing you until you're ready to speak. He waits and he waits.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Seishiro. It was never- nothing was your fault, I'm sorry you felt that way. I'm so, I just-" You shake your head as tears fill your eyes once more and you can't find the words to explain your predicament.

"Take your time. Start from the beginning, what happened?"

He's nothing but patient and his concerned filled eyes just make you feel worse about everything.

You take a deep breath, shuddering. "I- I was- Wait- I'm just, I'm sorry if this sounds ridiculous but I…I felt like I didn't deserve you.

"And then Mikage said don't mess this up and it just- it made me feel like I already did that. And- and I, I thought you didn't like me anymore because of everything and then you called me your <em>friend</em> and I just kind of- I didn't want to make it worse. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

Your voice is all teary and you laugh at the end to try and play it off but you just sound like you're going insane.

Nagi's eyebrows are furrowed as they stare ahead.

"If I didn't like you, I would've never…paid for your drink that day. Or kept talking to you. Or any of the things that I did with you."

You don't reply, eyes on the ground and embarrassed at crying so much.

"What did Reo say to you?"

"Nothing! It was just something like, 'Don't mess it up and be worth Seishiro's time.'" You say, as if you don't replay what he said every other day. It seems so small to you now that Nagi's beside you and you're afraid he won't understand why you're this way.

"That asshole." He swears, brows still furrowed.

"No- Nagi, it's fine! It just took me off guard. He was just…looking out for you." You don't want to somehow come between the two of them.

"Bullshit. He could've been nicer about it." He shakes his head, frustrated.

When you don't say anything he speaks again, "And…I called you my friend that night because, well, Reo said I actually had to ask you to be my girlfriend, instead of just assuming it."

You laugh softly at the irony and Nagi's lips tug into a small smile as well.

"Mikage always seems to be at the scene of the crime.

"But Seishiro- he's right. You do have to ask me for it to be true."

"Was I supposed to ask you right there?"

"No! You could've asked me like, way before. I've been at your place making out with you like, everyday. Why would I say no?" You raise an eyebrow.

"And why couldn't you ask me?" He presses.

"Because! …Shut up." You turn your head away from him, flustered.

He laughs and fingers come to pinch at your jaw so he can turn you back to look at him. The love so clearly visible on his face makes you even more flustered.

"Will you be my girlfriend?" It's soft and lazy like all his words are but you like it.

"Yes." You whisper. He's so close, right in front of you.

You meet him halfway when he leans forward and you feel the smile against your lips.

–

It's about a month until the next time you meet Mikage Reo. He doesn't meet your eyes when he says sorry.

You smile, amused and say, "Don't worry about it."

You've lost the need to be scared of not living up to his standards.

He warms up to you eventually though and a month later, he says sorry again, not meeting your eyes still but meaning it this time. After that, you feel like a weight has been lifted off of your shoulders and you smile genuinely at him saying, "Don't worry about it. Reo."

Nagi never changes, his lazy words and soft eyes and white hair stay the same. You've told him you love him.

It's safe to say you're happy. You're happy as Nagi lays down on you, fast asleep after watching a movie. His head lays on your chest and your legs encircle his waist. Your fingers rake through his hair and you lean down to press a kiss on his scalp because he's just right there. And he always will be.

You lift your phone and take a photo of Nagi's head on your chest, his eyes shut and mouth half open. You make your hand into a peace sign above his head and in the photo you can just barely see the bottom of your face.

You send it to your brother, adding the text:

you'll never BELIEVE who im dating!!

#blue lock #nagi seishiro #nagi seishiro x reader #nagi seishiro x you #reo mikage #bachira meguru #isagi yoichi #shidou ryuusei #the title is from a childish gambino song 🤗#mivyts

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❥𓂃𓏧Fuck The Girls

𖦹Warnings: Cheater!Ichigo x Fem!Reader, Mentions of bullying, Brief Spit Play, Pet Names (ex. Baby, Honey), Switch!Ichigo, Switch!Reader, Modern College!AU, P in V Sex, Sex Videos are made consensually

𖦹Word Count: 2.4K I regret nothing

🫧: Sorry for the late post🥲I had to start everything over. 🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾

ᐕSummary: In your defense the storm came earlier than expected and your bully’s boyfriend was too hot to not fuck..

You’re an adult. Everything you do has consequences. That means hitting them will get you put behind bars. They aren’t worth the risk. You told yourself to sooth the seething anger. Tears of pure fury ran down your cheeks as your fingers massaged your temples. Coffee stained your white shirt and jeans. The hot drink had seeped through the rips leaving first degree burns on your thighs. You composed yourself enough to walk out the local cafes bathroom with your head held high. Leaving all signs of weakness in the stall.

You walked back to your table attempting to ignore the four sorry excuses of humans behind you, plus the bystander. College is better than high school my fucking ass. Just professors that overwork me and more mean bitches to put up with.

“Why do you always antagonize people?” the man with them asked severely unamused, “go apologize.”

“What? I literally didn’t do anything,” the tall brunette, his girlfriend, smiled to stop a laugh, “you should be saying that to Angie I wouldn’t have spilled my drink if she didn’t bump into me.”

“Not true,” the dark skinned woman grinned, “I just happened to trip over my own two feet.”

The four burst out in laughter.

“Go. Apologize. Now.” He said through gritted teeth.

“For what? We didn’t do it on purpose,” she flipped her long hair over a shoulder.

You closed your MacBook turning it sideways so the coffee could drain before you struck it back in your tote bag. Anger was starting to resurface and the urge to strangle every last one of them swelled. He nearly leapt from his seat, “hey! Wait a minute-” You raised a single finger as you walked out that left him in a stunned silence.

ෆ

“Who messed with the ice queen today?”

“Remember the girl I told you got caught fucking the Dean?”

He hummed.

“Her sister Angie, Lina the short haired girl, the one that’s more like their pet, that bitch Regina and her boyfriend.” You said giving him a quick rundown.

“I don’t understand..just transfer or leave if they keep picking on you why stay?” your best friend who was currently studying across the country said.

A white towel wrapped around your head and a hot pink one on your body, “and let them win? Let them think they got the better of me and be another girl they got to leave? You must’ve forgot who I am, and they got me all the way fucked up if they think they can bully me into leaving. I chose to come here and that’s where I’ll remain for my last two years.”

His head fell back, “prideful ass. It’s only two years transfer your credits and come study with me.”

“You're right,” you removed your head towel, “it’s only two more years..so I’ll finish here.”

You flashed a smile and he rolled his eyes. I applaud you for your efforts but I’m not leaving.

“Stubborn as a mule, I’d expect nothing less. What are you gonna do about your laptop?”

You sighed and squeezed the towel into your wet hair, “well luckily for me I sat at the table that has the security camera pointed directly at it anddd if all goes well they’ll hand over the footage I’ll ask her to replace the Mac and if she says no I’ll take her to court.”

“And if they don’t have it?” he switched out of his shirt and into his work uniform.

“…then I’ll resort to old habits.”

“I thought you left beating people up in the past.”

“Desperate times call for desperate measures…she’ll pay one way or another.”

“Good god,” he exhaled heavily, “text me when you get home so I know you didn’t kill anyone please”

“Eh we’ll see.”

ෆ

The bell atop the door chimed as you stepped in. Few patrons sat sipping and chatting to each other. Made sense being that the place closed in a little under an hour. Aiming for the cashier you asked for the manager and explained the situation. You let out a sigh of relief you didn’t realize you held as he went to the back. That bell chimed again and you glared at the man who entered. Ichigo.

“____? That’s your name right?” Ichigo stood next to you. So casually as if two friends were just meeting up. Your only reply was an eye roll. “I’m sorry for what ‘Gina did, I'll replace your shirt and pants.” He dug in his pocket searching for his wallet, “I’m Ichi-”

“kurosaki I know. We're in the same major class and I don’t want your money or that half ass apology especially if it’s on behalf of her.” malice laced your words.

“I feel bad for what she-”

“If you came here to,” you furrowed your brows, “how the hell did you know I was gonna be here?”

“I’m sorry it seems that camera hasn’t been working for a while. I can check the others if you like.” It was more of a question than a statement.

You faced your classmate, “no need. You can tell your girlfriend she can either replace my property or she’s gonna be in for a painful awakening.” You smirked already out the door before he could speak.

“____,” he trailed behind you like an abandoned puppy, “I’m not your enemy okay. For fucksake ____.” His hands gently grabbed your waist, guiding you to the wall of your apartment building. Arms on either side of your shoulders. Goodness he was a sight to behold. He wasn’t your usual type but with a voice that husky and low many exceptions could be made. Too many.

“Listen to me..please,” he huffed, “I’m sorry my rude clumsy girlfriend damaged your shit. Okay, I really am, and I’ll make her apologize too if it’s the last thing I do but let me replace the laptop.”

“Rude? Clumsy? Your girlfriend..that bitch is a fucking bully. Nothing but a pretty face with a nasty spirit.” you shoved him but he didn’t move, “how could you even be interested in someone like that? Don’t you want better for yourself?” You looked into those amber eyes and your blood all but bubbled. Fierceness and honesty scorched through him. A strong wind whipped across your heated skin and then it came. A loud crack of thunder accompanied with a strike of lightning. Shit. The hurricane. How could you forget about the weather warning.

You grabbed his arm dragging him into your high rise apartment. Better safe than sorry. He looked out the window watching the rain slice in every direction. “Barely made it,” your shoulders dropped. He approached you forcing his credit card in your hand. “I’m not taking your money,” you snarled, eyes falling from his..then lowered to those enchanting lips. A second too long did you let your gaze linger. A second was all he needed to notice. To follow your line of sight.

“Is it something else you..something else I can offer?” Ichigo raised a brow, a mild blush on his cheeks.

You looked his body up and down as spite pricked at your emotions and thoughts of what he looks like under you rippled through your mind. Your face was undoubtedly straight, easily mistaken to be uninterested. He took a step back for every inch you moved forward until his legs hit the couch and he sat, “Regina’s not gonna appreciate this.” You straddled his hips and he welcomed you with open arms and a cock that throbbed between your clothed bodies.

“Regina’s not here,” his hands trailed under your shirt massaging your breast. Ichigo nearly tore your top to shreds trying to remove it. Unclamping your bra in the process. His face settled between your tits before taking a hard nipple in his mouth. Tongue graciously sucking and licking the buds.

“So eager to fuck a woman who isn’t your partner,” your fingers gripped his soft locks as you released a breathless sigh at the sensation.

He pulled back, letting go of your bud with a pop sound, “I am when she brings me to her crib and throws herself at me.” His fingers dug into the sides of your ass grinding your cunt on him. A soft groan left the both of you and you kissed him. Sloppy, lustful and full of so much spite. Slick collected in your panties and partially your pajama pants. Eyes shifted down his body landing on what lay next to him. Fell out his pocket and right into the wrong hands. “Fuck I needa feel that pretty pussy on me” he sucked your bottom lip allowing his teeth to graze over it before releasing. Hands fumbled at the button on his pants. Just as needy, you removed your pajamas, sliding your panties to the side.

Fuck,” he pulled your hips down bottoming out inside of you forcing a mix of a moan and a yelp, “so tight.”

“Not so fucking rough,” your cunt fluttered around him and he stilled. Watching. Impatiently waiting for those words. A sign. His hands slid up your waist rubbing your breast more gently and attentively than any other guy you’ve been with. Something close to infatuation filled his gorgeous features.

“God your so fuckin pretty,” he whispered, “can I move?”

You nod. He lifted you up much slower this time. Carefully as if you were made of glass. Dropping you down on his cock that was already pumping precum. His raw length sent shivers down your body from the size alone. The stutter and hesitation in his hips revealed his fear of hurting you. Breaking you in half on his dick.

“Ichigo,” you demanded, “don’t make me regret bringing you here.” Your pussy clenched as tight as it could around him and his back straightened. Nails making indents in your ass. It took every fucking bone in his body not to lose control and pump into you until his cock was soft again. “Fuck me like you mean it.” You nipped at his cheek.

Confidence had him hitting every golden spot he could down there. Only being affirmed by the sweet noises you made. His favorite fucking sound that he could listen to for hours. Wanted to listen to for hours. You left kisses in a path down his neck glaring at his phone. Matching his rhythm you grinded into his thrust sending his head back, eyes shut. You snaked your hand to his chin and twisted it opposite to yours. Baring the exposed sensitive skin on his throat you risked it.

Snatching his phone you slid your tongue on his soft flesh. Not daring to slow down in the slightest or release your grip. “r’fuckin me so good honey. Feel amazing inside me,” you moan in his ear not removing your eyes. He grunts to pussy whipped to scramble the words together. No lock. You pondered if he was bold or just stupid. You wince at the half finished message on screen.

Bit of a dickhead move to dump a girl over text even if she was a piece of shit human

You open the camera staying in the messages with Regina and move to the video option. Ichigo’s head falls back as you take a handful of his silky hair..and press record. Arm outstretched so she can see that you're riding him and he’s under your complete control. Exaggerated moans fall from your throat and he responds with his own to match

“Fuck. So wet.” Is all he managed bringing a big pale hand down on your ass more than once. Your back arches and your chest presses into his.

“Love this pussy? I fuck better than your bitch don’t I?” You made sure to say loud enough for the mic to pick up.

“Fuck yes,” he mumbles, “wanna put a baby in you.” You drop down and on his cock and still yourself. Releasing a guttural moan.

“Open your mouth and I’ll let you fuck me from the back.” Hand still tangled in his hair, he obeys. You lean over spitting on his tongue and shoved yours in his mouth after it. He tasted as good as he felt. Your orgasm wasn’t too far behind. “Gonna nut in me?”

“Yes,” he chanted, “love this pussy, god I love you.” He didn’t. It was the lust speaking for him. That you couldn’t deny. Point taken, you ended the video and made sure it was delivered alongside the half finished breakup text.

“Ohhh shit,” you both said, for two different reasons. You were unfolding in each other's arms. Yes. But that video. It was too late to see the other contact icons at the top.

A group chat. This asshole was gonna dump her in a group chat. Not that I have any room to talk. His problem to deal with when I kick him out.

The apple logo flashed before the device shut down. You let go of his hair and his thrust became uncontrollable. Smashing every sweet spot he could find until he couldn’t hold back anymore. His cum coated your walls and in the blink of an eye he had you face down. Ass in the air on full display. His thumb rubbed against your hole pushing deeper and he slid two fingers from his other hand in your cunt. Not caring his cum gushed out with every pump. You winced hard as you clawed at the couch. Allowing your release to overcome you. “Good baby get it all out.” His voice an unfamiliar gentle sound.

His cock head patted your core before he relentlessly drilled into you. Mildly painful from the sudden penetration but overwhelming pleasure coursed through you. Waves of overstimulation washed over your body. The coin was flipped. He held the control over you. One of ichigo’s hands held onto the fat in your ass and the other rubbed overbearing circles on your clit. “Kurosaki,” you whined. Eyes in the back of your head.

“What is it baby? Wanna make another video?” He chuckled at the brief halt in your moans. He placed one dirty sneaker on your ebony cushion. Following his second orgasm. Increasing his pace he pummeled your poor pretty pussy until more of his semen was overflowing. He pulled out collapsing on the couch, lifting you in his arms.

“How did you know?” Embarrassment barreled it’s way to your chest and face. Avoiding looking in his direction.

“Peripheral vision is a thing baby.”

Not your baby.

“Are you not mad?” You fingered his necklace.

He shook his head, “I knew it wasn’t gonna last to begin with but…we’re not talking about that. I could have stopped you at any time but honestly I wanna see her react..their reaction just as much as you do.”

You smirked.

Asshole.

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