#penny and her marble

[chlee-nougat]

Penny and Her Marble by Kevin Henkes

#illustration #childrens book #childrens book illustration #kevin henkes #penny #penny and her marble #chrysanthemum #drawing #vintage #story #storybook #library

[zebravalis]

Master Bath Bathroom in San Francisco Large transitional master white tile and subway tile porcelain tile corner shower photo with an undermount tub, an undermount sink, recessed-panel cabinets, white cabinets and marble countertops

#his and her cabinets #wall mounted mirror #tile wainscoting #penny tiles #x-bench #marble counter

[richtigezahnpflege]

Master Bath Bathroom in San Francisco Large transitional master white tile and subway tile porcelain tile corner shower photo with an undermount tub, an undermount sink, recessed-panel cabinets, white cabinets and marble countertops

#his and her cabinets #wall mounted mirror #tile wainscoting #penny tiles #x-bench #marble counter

[brailsthesmolgurl]

HOW WOULD THE LNDS BOYS REACT TO YOU FORGETTING ABOUT A DATE?

Just some mild fluff before I proceed to ravage you all with more angst writings :) Read my recent angst please : Damnation

Read my most recent fluff: LNDS Boys as Daddies

Warnings: fluffy af, sfw

Rafayel knows that you know he does not like waiting. But, he also knows the risk of your job and how it sometimes take up a lot of your time. But in this scenario, BOTH of your time. Rafayel sat at home, hands holding his phone, and his eyes would not wander off of the screen. Highly anticipating for a call, a text even. But it never came.

"Rafayel!" The door busted opened, and his burgundy-shaded eyes darted up. His eyes widened as he noticed your arrival, but narrowed again and he turned his head away from you. "Rafayel, I am so so sorry. I had totally forgotten about our date today!"

You walked in, pulling onto the hem of your dress, the one that Rafayel had got it specially tailored for you just for the dinner function you guys would be attending tonight. But, you did promised him that prior to that event, both of you would grab ice cream together. Until, you slept late the night before and you nearly forgotten about the date.

"I do not have the energy to deal with a goldfish. And, I am certainly not going to entertain you." He tossed his phone onto his couch and crossed his arms over his chest, eyes still not facing you. You sat on the marble floor, and reached your hand out to touch his thigh and you watched as the tip of his ear turned rubicund, matching the tint on the apples of his cheeks. Knowing him well enough, the pout on his lips would make him look like a puffer fish. Puff for me or puff me please.

"Rafayel, I am really sorry okay, I did not mean to forget about this date. I just fell asleep pretty late last night as I was filing reports for all of the recent areas that wanderers had appeared and the deadline is today." You sighed and rubbed your hands against his thigh. Eyes scanning his body language, hoping he would not toss a fuss. Not that you mind, but you figured that you would not want him to pull out of the event last minute as this dress of yours does cost him a pretty penny and you wanted the dress to serve its purpose.

His hand reached out to grab yours, to silently indicate you to stop and he turned around to look at you. The pout that was no longer evident on his lips silently made you wished you had teased him further. He actually looked adorable with that pout of his and sometimes it is worth the trouble just to witness it.

Taking in your features, dark circles seemed to be an accessory for your face nowadays. Sighing, he held your cheeks in his lanky hands. "I see that you have not manage to do your makeup. Would you like me to do it for you instead?"

"No no, Rafayel. I was late, I could not possibly ask you to do my makeup! I can do it myself, I brought my makeup along!" You mustered a smile on your face, hands rustling through your bagpack and you pulled out a small pouch, filled with all of the makeup necessities you need for an event. The sight of the makeup bag did not impressed Rafayel but instead made him scoffed at you in return.

"That is a small makeup bag for such a big event. My lover cannot appear looking like a hag, she has to look like a queen. And a queen I shall make her to be. I have better makeup equipment than you eventhough I am a guy." Rafayel tossed his hair back and used his hands to run through his silky purple strands.

"You mean those?" Index finger pointing towards the stacks of paints by the other side of the room. "God knows what other infection I will get this time. The last time you did my makeup with those paints, I ended up with conjunctivitis."

"Hey hey, now, you may insult the tools I have, but you never insult my skills, yeah? I would still admit I did a pretty good job with paint for makeup." He spoke proudly and he stood up, walking off to his lavish bedroom. It did not took him long before he appeared with a bucket bag in his hand. "So I made preparations this time."

He sat down on the floor, in front of you this time, and he opened the bucket bag to reveal all of the makeup tools. They all looked very new and awfully expensive. With silver handles and bristles that looked like it was made out of the finest hairs within the makeup industry you could imagine. "That is a lot of makeup." You blurted out. Can you imagine how many videos he had watched just to get the right makeup kit for you?

"It is to save you from having to bring over your makeup next time and gives me another outlet to channel my creativity. How about we both stay home for now and I take the time to do your makeup, yeah?" He nudged your nose, a smile forming on his pink lips. "I know that I do not like waiting, but for you, I will always be more than willing to wait."

Xavier stood outside of the claw machine outlet, arms crossed on the front of his chest and he was looking everywhere. For you. He glanced down at his hunter's watch. 2pm. But he has not even seen your face since the last hour. You were supposed to meet up at 1pm, but your no-show is getting him a little worried.

He took his phone out of his pocket, going through messages, sliding thoroughly across his message app to ensure he does not miss out on anything: Jeremy...work...work...Jeremy. He really has no friends I guess. Welp, less time for others, more time for you! But none from you. As he was about to give you a call, his cerulean eyes caught sight of you running past the square, before stopping to look at traffic and you continued running. By the time you arrived in front of him, you were huffing and panting. Hands on your knees as you struggled to catch your breath.

"Did your work held you back?" Xavier bent down, clearly concerned as he was analysing the way you were breathing. His eyes at the meantime, scanned your body to ensure that you did not have any wounds on you till he came to your shoes. It was rare for you to wear heels given your job and that you have to constantly be on watch for your surroundings. Xavier's eyes could not leave your pink platform heels. "You ran in those?"

The pointing towards your heels made you snapped your head up to his and his eyes widened, as if he was shocked at your sudden reaction. "Yeah, I figured I might as well dress up a little as this is a date afterall. And furthermore, these heels are only 2cm in height, it will not stop me from fighting wanderers. Stylish and practical." Your chirped, answering his question and giving him extra information that you know he would ask eventually. As you stand up straight, he finally get to take a look at your whole outfit. A white loose polyester-made sweatshirt tucked in behind a denim overall skirt, and it is clear as day that you had put on some makeup. "What are you looking at?"

"It...uhm...you look different." He said, hands coming up to rub his lips, a nature of his when he is either flabbergasted or in awe. "I think you look pretty today." His eyes caught yours again and you felt your cheeks heat up.

"Oh yeah, before i forget, I am sorry Xa---." You wanted to apologise for making him wait for an hour for you. There are times where you would be late to work or to a date, but being an hour late is definitely inexcusable and Xavier had every right to receive compensation from you.

"Don't be." He interrupted you mid way and disregarded your apology. "I can wait. I had nothing to do anyways. I even managed to take a short nap as I was waiting for you." He displayed a small smile, a comforting one. "But I would like for you to pay for my meal as you did made me wait for you for an hour." Hearing that request, you could not stop a smile from appearing onto your face. Getting complimented by him and also getting forgiven by him seemed like a huge green flag to you and well, you are his afterall as he is to you. You finally take your time to analyse his outfit for the date. There is no doubt he put some effort into this date as well.

A white shirt with black slacks, with a pale yellow cardigan for the an accent of colour to his outfit. Guess he is not that bad at dressing himself up. "You look dashing as well yourself." You complimented and his eyes caught yours once again, a smile emerging on his face. "I like the colours that you had chosen for today. It fits your aesthetic, especially with your blonde hair, the pale yellow really suits you." We all love the soft boys aesthetic, especially if Xavier is your type, squeal.

"I did took some time to research on the outfits that guys would usually wear for dates. Most of the searches showed tuxedos and blazers but I figured that would be too much for casual dates so I ended up settling for this." He gestured towards his own outfit, his tone carrying a hint proudness when he talked about his searching progress. "Anyways, what you do you plan to eat?"

"How does hotpot sound, Xavier?" You reached out to grab his hand and he took the chance to intertwine his fingers with you as both of you started walking down the street together. You noticed how some passerbys would eye Xavier, I mean, who would not? He is such an eye candy especially with the outfit he had chosen for himself.

Xavier looked up at the sky, what was once a sunny scene is now becoming gloomy, with dark clouds closing in one another. A rain is expected to be arriving. "Hotpot in rain sounds like a great date to me. And I personally think with you accompanying me to eat hotpot, I would gladly wait for you always."

The ringing of your phone blasted through the silence of your room and you were jolted awake. You hastily grabbed the device and held it to your ear. "Where are you?" Zayne's voice rang through your speaker.

You sprung up on your bed, the sudden movement made your bed creak and you hear another sentence came through your phone. "Were you asleep?" You hesitated, as you did not want his suspicion to be confirmed. But you did not even get a chance to answer before he spoke. "I am coming over now."

You hurriedly rushed to the bathroom, thinking you could tidy yourself up to give yourself a better reason to explain on why you were late for the morning coffee date you had set with Zayne since last week. But your late night movie marathon gave you such a dopamine rush that your had forgotten the dictionary word of 'sleep' and 'waking up early for a date'.

After you had brushed your teeth, you were going to take a shower next before the sound of the doorbell spooked you. IT WAS BARELY 3 minutes. How close was he to your house? The last you recalled, the coffee shop you guys were planning to visit was halfway across town and that would take around a 30 minutes drive. Another ring of the doorbell turned your fast walk into a straight up sprint, running past the corner of your house to get to the front door. But a slip on your floor mat, made you stumbled and you hit your shin against your coffee table and you squeaked. Yes, squeaked like a rat.

Once you got to the door, you unlocked the bolt and you opened your door, revealing the tall man, wearing all black, with dark features being his trademark. You adjusted your stance and stood still, eyes wandered everywhere, purposely avoiding his intense stare. "You looked like you were in your dreamland." His monotonous voice cut through the tension in between you two. "Is that the reason why you were late?"

You stood aside as he took a step into your house, taking his leather shoes off and he placed it on your shoe rack neatly. "I am sorry Zayne." You closed the door, and muttered your apology as you turned around to face the towering man. "I overslept and forgotten about our date. I am really sorry."

"You do know that if you constantly sleep late at night, it would deteriorate your health right?" He reached out his hand to the small of your back and he slowly guided you towards the couch in your living area. You nodded, eyes still refusing to meet his as you felt guilt eating into your gut. Noticing how you were slightly limping on one leg, he squatted down immediately to take a look at your leg. "It seems like the bang that I had heard just now was from you."

"I...I did not want to make you wait at the door as I was already late for our date." You muttered and mustered just enough courage to run your hands through his slick black hair. His hazel-green eyes looked up to catch yours and he seemed to relax a little. "I am sorry Zayne."

"Come, let's get you seated." Before you could say anything, he lifted you up bridal style and took a few long strides before seating you onto the couch. "Getting yourself hurt just so you can reach to me on time is not an ideal scenario to me. The last thing I would want is for you to be hurt. Wait here." He stood up and took strides towards your bathroom, probably to get your med kit.

Indeed, he comes back with the med kit and immediately started working on the small cut accompanied by a bruise on your shin, applying antiseptic on it before placing a plaster onto the wound. "I am sorry Zayne. I will not be late again. It is so careless of me to miss out on our date when today is one of the only days I get to meet you throughout the week."

"People forget, it is part of the human's nature. Eventhough I am busy, you can always stop by to visit me at Akso Hospital. I can schedule my surgeries to have short breaks in between if your concern is that we are not spending enough time together." His respond is the method he uses to accept your apology. He is not good with comfort, but he does have his ways to show you that he cares about you and about this relationship. "Does your shin still hurt?" The shake of your head indicated a no and he took in a deep breath, packing the items he had used for your wound back into the med kit and he took a small stool and sat onto it. A big man on a small stool making me gag through my laughs. Although the stool is not that tall, but with a giant like him sitting on it, his eyes are levelled against you. This allows him to see you at a better angle, to analyse your facial features better.

"How long have you been waiting for me?" You asked, eyes looking into his mesmerizing ones and he took your small hand into his. His eyes looked down towards your calloused fingers and he placed a kiss onto the back of your hand, his warm lips no longer a foreign feeling on your skin. Your cheeks flushed at the interaction.

"I figured I could fetch you there instead of having you to sit on public transports to reach there. So, I had my car parked outside of your condo since an hour ago." He said, hands reaching up to touch the side of your cheeks. "Although I was a little frustrated that you were taking a while, but I was more concerned on what had happened to you. You are weaker than what you seem."

"I am not weak." You responded, lip turning into a frown. The sight of you pouting at him calling you weak made him smile. "I was just busy watching movies that I liked yesterday night and I just happened to sleep late. But I am in no way weak or whatsoever. I can take care of myself just fine."

"I never doubted your capabilities to take care of yourself. But for some instances---" He pointed at your plastered shin and flashed you a smirk. "I am glad to identify myself as your appointed physician. But you said that you were watching movies till late night yesterday, and that you overslept?"

You nodded and he added on. "Then I suppose as your prime physician, I would advise you not to sleep late anymore. Instead, we can both watch however much movies you want whenever we are on a date so that could probably prevent you from oversleeping on our dates right?" He looked at you with comforting eyes and he pulled you to sit onto his lap. "And regardless, waiting for you will always be better than seeing you being hurt."

I may or may not have gone haywire on the wordings, so hopefully these would give you guys a good brain rot.

Drop me comments as it would brighten up my day and lemme know if you have any requests as well for any stories :)

#love and deepspace x reader #love and deepspace #zayne love and deepspace #rafayel love and deepspace #xavier love and deepspace #lnds #fluffy #fluff #lnds x reader

[mediumgayitalian]

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For a moment there is absolutely nothing. No one moves, no one blinks, no one breathes. The rain stops, sunlight pouring slowly through the dusty room, but no one so much as twitches, cemented in position. Medusa could walk in and stare at them all and no difference would be made. There is nothing but the muffled chatter of the news program, and the sound of Will fracturing.

“—end of the rainy front! Nothing now but sunny days and warm fronts from the south, John, things are looking up —”

There is no sudden break where everyone jumps into movement, hovering over Will, clicking off the TV, running for Chiron. There is only silence. Silence, except the chirping of the birds from outside, hopping around for worms, and the upbeat chatter of the news anchor, and the rustle of Will’s shirt against his shorts as his entire body trembles.

“Will,” Nico says, except his voice is so hoarse he doesn’t say anything at all except a punched out exhale from his own chest.

In his head Nico stands. In his head he is calm, hands steady, voice clear, as he says let’s get to the hospital, as he guides him gently up, as he walks him out. In his head they make their way to Savannah General ask for Naomi’s room and find her recovering. In his head he handles things.

In reality Will makes a gaping, choking sound, like his organs have slithered up his throat and splattered on the floor. Like he has been flipped inverse. It is a sound like bone snapping, like scissors slicing, like thread unravelling fiber by fiber. He bends slowly over, until his knees touch his chest, until his hand-covered face hits the floor; he looks, startlingly, like the Algea, like the Statue of the Woman Grieving, hair curtaining his face, except for the speck of lint on the back of his shirt. A single little speck, that ruins the image. The Statue of the Woman Grieving, plus a speck. A chip.

“Mama,” he chokes out, and Nico flinches, a full, bodied thing.

Mama.

Ozone. Burning; burnt marble, burnt air, burnt flesh. Taste or pennies. Stale, frigid stillness.

Mama.

Father’s shimmering suit, quietly gaping mouth; Bianca’s wide, black eyes, blinking, blinking, blinking.

Mama.

Mama.

Mama.

Will makes the noise again, a horribly grinding groan, as a cry rips itself out of his chest, as air is yanked slowly through his vocal chords like the chain cranked around a tow truck. His eyes stay glued to the TV screen, hands fallen limp and open-palmed in front of him, turned to the heavens. His face is blank but the sounds don’t stop, they pour out of him, steady stream, rusted chain, beating heart. Nausea churns Nico’s stomach and saliva floods his mouth, like it did on the drive to the Lotus, when they passed a Nevadan slaughterhouse. Will sounds like he is being butchered.

“Mama,” he moans again, and this time there is a gag, this time someone jerks, out of the corner of his eye, darts out of the room. Retching echoes follows them, and then, quickly, clotting hooves, practiced and speedy. The doorframe creaks as someone hunches under it, walks through the threshold.

“…Children?” Children, children children; Mama, mamachildren, mothers, babies. “Will? What’s —”

The muscles in Nico’s body contract of their own accord, springing him forward. Upright. Diaphragm up, lungs in; out, inout. Quadriceps contract, release. Again.

“Will,” he tries, and this time it works. His tongue forms the word and it tumbles from his lips, bouncing off the floor, resting somewhere twisted in his hands. “Will, c’mon, I’m taking you to the hospital.”

Will doesn’t actually move. He doesn’t shift or stand. Nico doubts that he can. But he lets Nico manoeuvre him, and manages to put one foot in front of the other as Nico guides them, hand on the small of his back, across the room. Chiron moves back as they approach, and when Nico looks there is something in his eyes, something he has seen twice, now; dancing along the reflection of the pyre’s flame. A simmering kind of grief, a stilted, shut-off beg.

“Kayla,” Nico murmurs, pausing at the door, “Austin, c’mon.”

He doesn’t wait for them to move, but hears them, joints creaking along with the couch, footsteps even and robotic as a metronome following him down the hall, through the meeting room, over the porch. Across the common and to the ancient garage in the back, to the wet gleam of the van.

Will doesn’t make any more sounds.

They pile soundlessly into the van, Kayla and Austin crawling into the back seat, legs hooked at the ankle, fingers clenched until they’re bloodless. Nico settles against the threadbare driver’s seat and adjusts the rearview before he realizes that Will hasn’t moved; stands rigid, hands twitching in front of him, one shoe sliding slowly into a mud puddle.

Nico climbs nimbly across the dash, pushing the passenger door open and staring, for a moment, at Will. His mouth moves, ever so slightly, but the blankness hasn’t shifted from his face, and staring into his eyes makes Nico feel like he’s small in the dead centre of the Grand Canyon. Like there is nothing for miles ahead of him but empty air and the memory of rushing water.

“C’mon,” he says quietly.

Will does not move. His shoe slips, slightly forward, and he jerks along without, knee slamming into the dented metal of the door. Kayla flinches.

Nico pushes the door open again and stretches out as far as his arms will let him, fingertips brushing Will’s knuckles. With a tug he has him stumbling forward, barely catching himself on the seat, twisting by memory alone to situate himself properly. His head dips, low, like a wind-up toy rattling to its end, like a marionette drooping from behind the final curtain. Austin untangles himself from the back, reaching over and stretching the seatbelt around his brother, clicking it into place. He holds his hand there, waiting a beat, before shifting it to rest over Will’s.

“We’ll figure it out,” he whispers. “I brought — some salves.”

Nico chokes back a sudden and violent sob. He is reminded, right then, that Austin is eleven years old. He is also reminded that Will was eleven, the first time he lost.

He peels down the hill fast enough the whole car jerks, and speeds onto the road.

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#austin lake i love you actually #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #hoo #heroes of olympus #nico di angelo #will solace #solangelo #will solace angst #grief #pjo hoo toa #my writing #fic #longpost

[lostryu]

i love how in the pockets of my leather jacket can be weeks worth of memories. like the acorn she gave me at the farmers market. the marble we found in a parking lot during our road trip. a penny i got as change from grocery shopping, the exact color of her eyes. the bottle caps of the soda we drank when we stargazed in the park. her chapstick. i keep them there and carry them with me wherever i go, a constant reminder of her.

#lost.txt #lesbian #not quite poetry #but still something about her #idk i love her a lot #gf tag

[flying-nightwing]

If I May (pt. 1)

Fuck it, Pride & Prejudice AU

This was hastily written while I was up in my feelings after re-re-re(x5) watching the movie (2005) because I needed a Mr. Darcy-esque Jason fic or i would have died. This is therefore extremely self indulgent. I'm also very rusty so forgive me if some parts aren't smooth. Expect a part 2 soon. And as always, enjoy!

Pairing: Jason Todd x f!reader

Word count: 3705

Warnings: none

Summary: You are a merchant's daughter who's trying to live a decent life, even if it means forsaking your own happiness. However, one short meeting with a stranger on a balcony sets you on another path, and you're not sure how to feel about it.

Gold light, marble floors. 

Violin, harpsichord, laughter. 

Sapphire eyes and mahogany hair, a blur of diamonds and pearls. A hundred feet dancing and twirling to the melody, the rustle of fabrics moving along with them to create colors and shapes out of a dream.

A night that seemed to never end. 

Your corset was too tight. You curtsied your partner as the music came to an end, excusing yourself for a moment. You had to get out of that crowd, to get away from the man in front of you. You made your way toward the balcony, your pushing becoming less and less ceremonious as you went. Your breathing was shallow yet couldn't be fast enough as gloved hands rose in indignation at your less than ladylike behaviour. 

Hadn't you reached the glass door when you did, you believed you would have cried. The sudden cool air allowed you to take a deep breath as you threw yourself forward, holding your hands out on the rail to catch yourself. You closed your eyes and took a moment to gather yourself, then turned around and gently closed the door, effectively muffling the new song that started with a roaring cheer from the crowd. 

Slowly, you returned to the rail and guided your stare to the night. The sky was clear and the stars were bright, but it didn't ease your mind like it always did. 

It was all wrong. 

Everything was wrong.

Your father passing away, your step brother giving you an ultimatum to marry this season or join the Sisters, as he had no intention to keep you on his newly inherited estate, your mother who was still sickly and bed ridden. 

You weren't poor by any means, but you weren't a part of the high society either. Your status was decent, and your name was respected enough to earn a good match. But with your father's unexpected passing and your step brother's petulance, you came with a bed ridden old woman to take with you, and that displeased many of the potential marriage candidates for you. 

So when one began courting you with the full knowledge of your situation, as in, knowing your mother would move with you to his estate, you didn't resist. You reciprocated the courting, and danced with the man at every ball, and walked with him in the gardens. He wasn't particularly beautiful, he was a bit on the older side, and his interest appeared to be lying in the fact that he had resigned himself to settle, to marry the least ugly woman with the least trouble following her. 

But he was also from decent money, with a respectable name and estate, and he most likely wouldn't treat you badly, which is more than you could have hoped for in such short notice. 

“Penny for your thoughts?”

You practically jumped out of your skin at the voice coming from behind you. With a shriek of terror, you slapped a hand on your chest and spun around, your eyes stopping on the stranger that seemingly appeared out of thi  air on the balcony with you. He held up his hands in front of him while his mouth curved in a cryptical smirk.

“Easy there, forgive me for scaring you” He spoke as he slowly stepped forward. As he came closer and into the light, you took in his features. His voice had been low and smooth, perfectly fitting his strong jaw and black hair, you decided. He was quite young, around your age if you had to guess, but his ocean blue eyes reflected a wisdom well past his age. They were hypnotic, you also concluded as you forced yourself to look away before drowning in them. You cleared your throat. “Running away from the party?”

You blinked rapidly at his words as they brought you back to Earth. “Well, just–Not running away, it's a lovely ball–”

Your mouth kept going on its own. You had no idea who that man was, or what was his relation with the family who hosted the ball. You didn't want to accidentally insult him.

You felt your face heat up when you noticed the amusement dancing in his eyes, or the smile he was trying to hold back. Luckily, he spoke before you could babble anymore. 

“It's fine, I was running away from it too” He supplied as he went to stand by the rail beside you, no doubt aware of your eyes on him. “Dreadful affairs”

You let out a quiet breath, glad you wouldn’t be judged for wanting a break. “I don’t find them to be so bad… Usually”

His scoff was half hearted. “Some pretty boy broke your heart?”

You knew he was saying this as a joke, his relaxed posture and humorous tone said as much. Still, it stung a nerve you didn’t even know was sensitive. It reminded you that you’d never get to experience the regular courting, the regular game of yes-no-maybe the other girls your age would go through. You were aware it was a strange thing to wish for–drama and heartbreaks that is–but simply knowing you were robbed of it made you sad. 

He definitely noticed your shift of attitude, because his good mood dropped into concern. “Wait, some pretty boy did break your heart?”

You shook your head. “No, no not that” You hesitated before speaking, but he patiently waited for you to do so, so you went for it. After all, you had never seen this mysterious, handsome man before, and you’d probably never see him again. You took a deep breath and turned to face the stars. “My father died in the winter. My mom has been sick for a year now. And when my step brother inherited the estate, he told me that I had until the end of the season to marry and take my mother with me”

He frowned. “My condolences” He said, eyeing you carefully. “But I believe someone looking like you shouldn’t have trouble finding a good husband”

You laughed humorlessly. “You’d think that, wouldn’t you” You mumbled as you glanced up for a second. He seemed confused. “I am on the lower side of my social class. My step brother will not give a dime for the wedding. I come tied with a sick mother. I could be the most beautiful thing in the world and I would still be a prospect for desperate men and old widowers”

He waited for a moment before speaking. “And you know this because you have one, don’t you?”

You nodded slowly. 

“I’m sorry”

“What for?” You tilted your head. “You’ve had no part in it”

His eyes found you and you glanced back, looking at his partially shadowed face. For a moment you could let yourself daydream that he was the one who’d propose to you in the upcoming weeks, that he would bring you in his kingdom far away from your step brother and this miserable marriage that would await for you. But then, you had to return to reality and forget your little fantasy. This man wasn’t yours to claim. 

“I’m sorry that you won’t be able to live your life the way you desire” He said, seeming more genuine than anyone you’ve ever met. “Everybody deserves a chance at happiness. I hope you may still find it despite of everything”

You tore your eyes from him as your vision blurred, as you did not want to let the stranger see your tears. You hastily wiped them off, and when you looked to where he stood again, he was gone. You glanced around, searching for any trace that he hadn’t just in your imagination, but the stranger was nowhere to be seen. You blinked, returning your eyes to the stars for a minute. You recomposed yourself and smothered your dress, then returned to the ball. 

—

“I still can’t believe we got an invite” You said as the carriage crossed a stone bridge. The sun was going down and the countryside looked positively marvelous.

Your step brother scoffed at your words, like they were a ridiculous claim. “Of course we did. The Duke obviously recognizes the importance of my business. Now that I’m in charge, I have made much better decisions than the old man, and it’s blooming like never before. In no time, I’ll become a proper lord, a baron. Or even a viscount”

You bit your tongue not to answer that it was your father who built the business, your father who made the right decisions years ago, your father that allowed him to reap the fruit of his labour. “I’m sure he does, and I’m sure you will”

“By the way” He eyed you cryptically, ignoring your lack of enthusiasm. “Has Mr. Degras shown signs he would propose soon?”

You opted to look outside instead of meeting his eyes. “Yes. The marriage is pretty much certain, as he is not courting anyone else and neither am I. But I think he’ll wait until just past midseason to actually propose, not to suggest anything untoward about the whole affair”

He hummed, disinterested. “Yes, well, the sooner the wedding, the better. Wouldn’t you say?”

“I would” Your reply came mechanically. You did not especially look forward to your marriage, but moving far, far away from the man in front of you did sound appealing right at this moment. 

“Good” 

The scenery quickly changed and you couldn’t be bothered to listen to your brother ramble about his business. A manor greater than anything you’ve seen before appeared through the neatly trimmed trees of the property, and you gasped at the sight. There were many other carriages, all much more grand than yours. 

No sooner than later, you pulled to the entrance. A valet opened the carriage door, and your step brother all but pushed you back on the seat to get out first. With a muffled oof, you pulled yourself straight again and followed your step brother out. The valet offered a hand and an apologetic glance, helping you step down on the gravel. You returned a smile to him, following your step brother from afar.

If the outside was grandiose, then the inside of the manor was totally mind blowing. You couldn’t help but gawk in awe at the details on the structure, and the intricate decoration. YOu barely noticed the crowd chattering along the foyer. You however began questioning the reason for your invite the more you explored the manor. It didn’t take an idiot to see that the people around you were draped in visibly more expensive fabrics, and their behaviour was distinct from the ones you were used to. Your suspicions that you hardly belonged there were only confirmed when you stepped in the grand ballroom, where literally none of the other families of your status were present at all.

Then, you saw it. Or rather, you saw him.

The Duke was standing proudly at the front of the room. His black and yellow-gold coat striking out from the crowd, but not as much as his sharp features. But he wasn’t what caught your attention, probably unlike anybody else present. It was the stoic face of his tallest child beside him, head high and shoulders square, glance forward and unmoving. On his dark red coat were multiple military decorations, and on his face, multiple scars the night’s darkness did not reveal the first and last time you met. 

Your jaw involuntarily hung open at the realization. The handsome stranger you laid all your afflictions upon just a few weeks earlier was in fact the son of the most powerful individual in the country that wasn’t a King. You felt your neck and chest heat up in embarrassment at the only thought of airing out your problems to someone like him. You knew the stories of his military service, the alleged torture and the constant brushes with death, everybody in the country had heard them. Your struggles in comparison were jest, and you felt like a whiny child to have complained about them to him specifically. 

His watchful eyes then settled onto you, betraying absolutely no feeling of recognition whatsoever, and you’d believe he didn’t recognize you at all if it hadn’t been for the slight tilt of his head, acknowledging your presence. You blinked and looked anywhere but to him, then blended in the crowd. Even then, you felt like you couldn’t if you tried. You felt gazes and whispers falling upon you, wondering who you were and what you were even doing in such a ball. No matter where you went, you couldn’t escape them. 

You finally decided on joining the dancers, believing it would help shift the attention off of you. You danced one song, then another with gentlemen that didn’t stand out to you; which was preferable for you. Unfortunately, your peace didn’t last very long. Because when you looked up to your next partner for the third dance, you came face to face with a distinct black and gold who was already bowing before you could escape. Your spine went rigid as your wide eyes met his steady ones, and before you could blink, a pleasant smile wrote over his previously stern expression. You didn’t know which one terrified you the most

The music began and he bowed to you, and you hurried to return a curtsy. You felt practically everyone stare on you as you took the first steps of the dance, carefully spinning around each other. He was the first to speak.

“I must apologize for my son’s poor manners” He said, and your eyebrows raised in half panic. What did he mean by– “He was the one to insist on inviting you and grace us with your lovely presence. He should have been the one to dance with you the first moment you stepped on the floor, but unfortunately, he is rather… stubborn, I’m afraid”

You did not know how to answer this, your jaw going up and down without any sound coming out. A small frown came over his brow, but it wasn’t deep enough to cover the light amusement of his features. 

“Ah” He replied, a knowing sparkle in his eyes. “He did not tell you about it, did he?”

“I knew nothing of the sort” You confirmed in a small voice. “4I am truly sorry to intrude, I know I am not part of the nobility–”

“Please, do not apologize” He gently cut you off. “You were invited, were you not? Therefore no intrusion whatsoever was committed. And between you and I,” He paused, leaning a bit forward as the dance steps brought you respectfully close. “I would be willing to bet your specific presence is much more wanted than anyone else's here tonight”

There you went, speechless once again. The dance finished, and with a respectful bow, the Duke parted ways with you to return to the front of the room, where a figure in red was definitely missing. You looked around the room, but didn't find your stranger anywhere. That until, you went to step away from the floor and collided with a strong, red coated chest. Your eyes followed the buttons up to find his jaw clenched hard and his eyes still fixated on a point beyond your shoulder. 

Mechanically, his hand lifted up. “May I have the next dance?”

You looked around you as a hush fell over the room, and you deducted it was a rare occurrence for the young lord to dance if everybody was staring at you in disbelief. Not wanting to cause more of a scene, you managed to find your voice. “You may”

Carefully, you placed your hand in his and let him guide you back to the middle of the room. His bow to you was stiff and uncomfortable, but his steps were light and precise, practiced and repeated until it became a second nature. Yet, his expression was displaying something far from ease. 

“For someone who thinks balls are dreadful, I must point out that twice i’ve met you, and twice it was at a ball”

A tiny scoff shook his shoulders, but not his stoic expression. “Both times out of absolute obligation, I assure you”

“You were more chatty last time” 

“Merely an effect of a glass too many of red wine”

That was no way to speak to someone of his status, but he didn’t seem to have any intention to correct you.

“I didn’t know it was you”

He knew well what you meant. I didn’t know it was you that night. “That’s because I chose not to tell you”

“You must think this is hilarious” You muttered against your will, but it just had to come out. There was a rage suddenly boiling inside of you and it came up too quickly for you to effectively rein it back. “Having a merchant’s daughter spill her insignificant secrets to you, then invite her to a ball she very clearly doesn’t belong to, showing her everything she’ll be missing, then making sure everyone notices it too. Poor deluded girl gets a pity dance with the Duke and his son. Are you entertained enough, my lord? Or should I trip and humiliate myself just a little bit more?”

His eyes widened a little bit more with every word, leaving him with a frightened and wounded expression one would find on a scolded child. In this precise moment, neither the smooth, mysterious stranger on the balcony nor the stoic soldier was staring back at you. You almost didn’t notice when the song ended, but you didn’t miss your opportunity to storm away, pushing past the crowd and trying your best to ignore their whispers on your way out. 

After a few flights of stairs, you finally found a way out in the gardens. The fresh air was like a breath of relief, and the soothing cool of the air was welcomed on your skin. You walked until you found a pond and sat on the bench, glaring at the reflection of the moonlight in the water. You spiralled deep in your thoughts, until you heard your name being called in an unfamiliar voice.

You jumped onto your feet and spun around, coming face to face with an elegantly dressed woman, her blonde hair beautifully cascading down her shoulders. You recognized her as one of the figures standing beside the Duke at the front of the room, but she didn’t have the air of arrogance you’d have expected her to bear. Instead, she seemed kind and confident, the type of person one wouldn’t mind sitting down with for tea and a good conversation. She smiled at your apparent wariness.

“May I sit with you?”

You nodded, then remembered she was probably also outranking you. “Yes, of course you may” 

You waited until she rounded the bench and sat down to sit back. For a few minutes, she didn’t talk, she just observed you. 

“You’re sure as pretty as I believed you’d be”

You blinked in surprise. Out of everything you believed she’d say, this was definitely not it. “... Thank you?”

Her smile widened, but she didn’t add anything on the matter. Instead, she jumped into the topic she was probably here for in the first place. “He upset you, didn’t he?”

Your eyes snapped forward and your back straightened. “Did he tell you to come and make it worse?”

Instead of being insulted at your dry rebuttal, she simply laughed and brushed her hand. “Not at all, the poor fool’s probably still standing frozen where you left him. Listen, I came after you to check up on you. He’ll be fine, but I wanted to see if you were”

Your eyes reluctantly found hers again. “Why?”

She sighed. “With all his lack of tact, Jason meant well. All he said to us is that you told him you enjoyed balls, and that you deserved a night for yourself. Neither I or the Duke knows anything beyond that. He might have been clumsy in handling it, but rest assured, mocking you was the last of his intention”

You heard all of what she said, but somehow, your brain got caught on one specific word. One specific name. “So, his name is Jason”

She tilted her head to the side. “You didn’t know?”

You shook your head. “We heard the stories, but nobody could agree on the right name” 

“Oh well, he is going to be pissed that I robbed him of his grand introduction, that’s certain” 

You couldn’t help but chuckle along with her at the absolute ridiculousness of your situation. You liked her, you decided, but just as your handsome stranger–no, Jason–you didn’t hope to get attached. Then, something came up in your head, making you frown.

“How do you know my name?” You asked. “In fact, how did anyone know my name? I never told him”

She smiled at you again, the glint in her eyes telling you there was a secret you definitely didn’t know about dangling about your head. Come to think of it, it was the same as the one you had observed in both the Duke and his son’s eyes. “The Duke has his way”

“Okay?”

She shook her head and changed the subject. “Do you want to know a secret?”

Your eyes narrowed. “... Sure”

She leaned forward. “You were the only person who received an invite for tonight” She revealed, and before you could call out her lie, she beat you to it. “I swear it’s true. Everybody you saw tonight just assumed they were invited, because of their own vanity and self-importance. You, on the other hand, are the only person that was actually wanted here. Do with that information as you may, but please, don’t be too harsh on Jason. He really did mean well”

You nodded slowly, watching as she stood up. “Well, this has been a pleasure”

“Likewise” You mumbled back, staring at her expectantly. 

“Stephanie” She filled in. “Stephanie Brown”

“Have a nice evening, miss Brown”

“Oh, I will” She grinned wolfishly. “Good night”

“You… too…” You watched as she walked away, leaving you to ponder this last conversation alone in the gardens.

#jason todd x reader #jason todd #batfam #pride & prejudice au #regency au #jason todd fic #jason todd imagine

[aloysiavirgata]

little fic: Scully 60th birthday with Mulder and their three offsprings (Emily, Will, Baby)

pretty please :) :)

Emily has been practicing for almost two years now, at a good dermatology office northwest of Baltimore. Emily is 5’10 and freckled, with hair like a Nebraska wheat field and her mother’s remarkable eyes. Emily, extroverted and charming and the life of every party, was the captain of three varsity teams in high school. Emily left soccer cleats and lacrosse sticks all over the house; Emily wore her father out with endless games of catch and tag and chase-the-frisbee. She has a quiet boyfriend named Sebastian who makes heavenly rugelach. He and Mulder swap notes on sourdough starters.

“Happy birthday, Scully!” she says, bending over to kiss her pixie mother. “You don’t look a day over 40, and I should know.”

Scully laughs, clutches at the human Golden Retriever that is her daughter. “I’m so glad to see you,” she says. “Where’s Baz?”

“Got a cake in the car. Hi, Dad!” She hurls herself into her father’s arms, laughing when he staggers backwards a bit.

“Jesus, kid,” Mulder says, squeezing her close. “Cut an old man some slack.”

Emily, laughing, is bright as the sun.

William, rangy and pale from too many hours in the chemical engineering lab, tosses grapes into his mouth while Vera, newly five, applauds.

“That’s forty-two, Will,” she says, adoringly, marking in her notebook. She huffs a new-penny corkscrew of hair from her line of sight. Vera alone inherited their mother’s hair. Their father’s changeable eyes.

“What up, nerd?” William says to his older sister. He throws her a grape, which she catches and eats.

Vera applauds again, records further data with the tip of her pink tongue poking between her lips.

“Price of gas,” Emily replies, walking over to drop kisses on her siblings. “Helicopters.”

Vera flings her arms around her sister’s neck. “Where is Baz, please?”

Emily scowls. “Everyone loves him more than me, even my own family. What gives?” She scoops her sister onto her hip.

“Baz makes patisserie,” Vera says, carefully enunciating. “Baz c’est magnifique.”

“Where’d you learn French?” Emily asks.

Vera beams but does not answer.

“We don’t know,” Scully says. She scolds Daggoo from the couch.

“Enigmatic little thing,” Mulder says proudly. “Like the rest of you.”

William pinches Vera’s bare toes, making her squeal. Like his father, he doesn’t openly acknowledge that Emily can see ghosts and learn from them. That he’s telekinetic, that sweet little Vera is, at least partially, psychic. He knows that Vera can speak a little French because Mulder can speak a little French.

Vera does a lot of things, does them quietly.

Their family is so boisterous, they talk so much and say so little.

Baz comes in, carrying a robin’s-egg-blue cake draped in garlands of pale yellow Lambeth frosting.

Vera gasps. “Oh, c'est beau ! Scully, regarde ce qu'il t'a fait! N’es-tu pas fière, Emily?”

William lolls on the sofa. On the table, a Rubik’s cube silently solves itself.

Emily looks at her extraordinary baby sister. Her beautiful, strange little brother. She looks at her mother, who isn’t aging quite right. At her father, whose ghosts she holds in her scarred heart. She returns her sister to the couch.

She kisses Baz on his perfect, regular, amazing, ordinary face.

“English please,” she says to Vera. “Just remember that all the people in this world haven't had the advantages that you've had.”

Emily attended medical school at Hopkins.

“Fitzgerald,” Vera murmurs as she draws a diplodocus. “The Great Gatsby.”

Mulder and Scully exchange a glance.

Baz, beaming and sweetly, beautifully, oblivious, sets his artwork on the table. “Vanilla chiffon and raspberry,” he says, a kiss on Scully’s marble cheekbone. “Swiss buttercream.”

Emily preens.

“My favorite!” Vera cries.

William lights the candle without touching it, to make a point to Emily.

Emily, as expected, glares.

Vera gazes at the adults, enraptured. She sings Happy Birthday to her mother with the tone-deaf verve of kindergarten. She snuggles against her father with the trust of the utterly adored.

Scully grins, blows out the candles.

Watch little Vera, say Melissa and Samantha to Emily. She’s more.

Emily pretends to ignore her aunts, sees her brother adjust a deck of cards across the room. Sees her mother’s extraordinary beauty, sees her father’s extraordinary love.

She hugs her mother and cries, just a little, for reasons that are unclear. “I love you,” Emily says, throaty.

William rises, embraces them both. “Happy birthday, Mom,” he says. He kisses the top of her shining head.

Vera looks up from her drawing. “Ich habe keine Unruhe,” she says in her sweet, fluting voice.

Scully’s wine glass hits the floor in a sudden, piercing cry.

#xf fic #xfiles fanfic #my fic #inbox #prompt #60th birthday

[kazuwhora]

— LIGHT MY LOVE

⨳ WARNINGS. fem!reader, sex!worker reader, virgin!kazutora, creampie, handjob, kazutora finally loses his virginity on his birthday

⨳ WORD COUNT. 3.3k

⨳ NOTE. in celebration of kazutora’s birthday, here’s the final fic of kazutember hehe <3

DISTANT HUMS of music through the walls and thick clouds of perfume invade kazutora’s senses as steps in from the darkness of the street, to the dim aura of the lobby. it’s inconspicuous— passing for any other hotel on the higher end of business with bright marble floors that lead to a lone receptionist hidden behind her desk at the end of the room. a chandelier dangles above his head, sprinkling shards of light across the streaks of blonde in his hair that’s already beaded with a nervous sweat the more he thinks about his decision.

kazutora glances to the staircase beside him, wondering just how many people have ventured up them— what kind of people. who frequents establishments like this, he thinks. people like him? people desperate to be touched— desperate to feel the gravity of another person? is it people like him— virgins— that trudge their bodies up those same stairs with the shame and guilt of their inexperience? or worse, pigs. men who view these girls as objects— items at their fingertips ready to be used just to fulfill their desire for power.

kazutora shudders at the thought— he’s all too familiar with the type, and the stacking tension of his doubt weighs heavy on his conscience the more time he dwells in his decision until the receptionist clears her throat from behind the counter to get his attention.

“is there anything I can do for you tonight, sir?” she asks, as her voice forces him to approach the desk with hidden eyes.

“I—” kazutora stumbles on his words, desperately reaching for a proper sentence from somewhere in his throat. “I want t-to—”

“to book a room?” she finishes his sentence with impatience as kazutora’s fingers tremble in his pockets.

“y-yeah.. please…”

the receptionist's fingers click against the keyboard at a pace that nearly overwhelms him, and he can’t help but struggle to swallow as he watches the screen light up her face until she turns to look at him again.

“did you have anyone in particular you would like to book? we have limited availability this evening for walk ins, but I can see what I can do for you for an extra fee, and I will need to see your ID so I can enter it into the system.”

“I—” he stops, unsure of how exactly to respond. he’s never done this before— never even thought of it, and all he wants is for it all to be over and done with so he can get out of there. “— no”

“very well, I can reserve the next available spot for you for an extra $200, otherwise our waitlist carries over to the weekend for our highest tier of girls. is that okay?”

his head feels fuzzy the more he sits in the thickness of the air, and the click of heels in the loft above only ignites his nerves until his skin is hot and glossy with sweat.

“yeah, wh-whatever. that’s fine” he stutters, as he digs in his pocket for the wad of cash he had just taken from an atm down the street.

every single penny of his savings, all thrown into one night. one hour, if he was lucky. in all honesty, he had wished that there was a shorter reservation as the anxiety in his chest bubbles into his throat and chokes his words from slipping past his lips.

“h-here” he whispers, sliding the cash across the desk for the receptionist to take.

her nails filter through the bills, counting quietly under her breath before dropping the stack in a bill counter and returning to her computer as the machine sorts and confirms her counting.

“very well” she repeats the phrase again, and kazutora feels like he could be in a movie. “your escort should be ready for you shortly.”

minutes pass like hours as he stares at the floor, knee bouncing with the anxiety that comes every time he hears the click of heels against the floors. people come and go— some with reservations, some loud and obnoxious that are turned away the second they pass by the security at the doors.

the more kazutora waits and observes his surroundings, the more he starts to question himself, and wonder what kind of a person he’s reducing himself to as he waits with an anxious desperation for a girl he’s never met.

was this really the way he wanted to lose it? was this the right time? years spent in reform school and jail had put him so far behind his peers— so desperate and needy to feel the relief and the satisfaction of finally being on their level, with nothing left to tease. but was this the way it was going to go for him? was this what he’s become? his thoughts swirl in his brain and push the anxiety further to the front of his conscience until a soft and sultry voice pulls him from his delusions.

“kazutora?” you hum, leaning down to get a better look at his hunched over figure ridden with nerves.

you hold back a smile as you watch him scramble to stand. he’s taller than you, like most, but his stature feels small at that. his arms cling to his sides and his hair falls in front of his face to hide the worried expression that furrows his brows. there’s no denying he’s a virgin, and part of you feels a sense of relief seeing the sense of intimidation in his body as he bows.

“this way” you whisper, grabbing his wrist and pulling him behind you up the staircase to your room.

a knot forms in kazutora’s throat as he follows you up the stairs, and you let his arm drop to his side as you approach the numbered room you’d been assigned for the evening. a key card in your hand unlocks the door, and you motion for him to go first as you close the door behind you.

the room is dark, lit only by a faint flicker of candles and ambient lamps placed strategically around the room. the bed is perfectly made, and various toys and products line the walls around you.

excited isn’t the word to describe the feelings that course through kazutora’s mind. he’s overwhelmed the more he looks, and yet he still refuses to glance your way even as you sit on the end of the bed and smooth out the creases in your black satin robe.

“sit” you motion, patting the bed beside you.

kazutora moves hesitantly and sits on the very end of the bed with distance between you. his head stays down, eyes averted to the floor as you watch his body language and analyze his movements. you’d dealt with nerves before— but nothing quite like this. you almost wondered if he even wanted to be there, or if he was being forced to.

as you open your mouth to speak again, kazutora’s quiet voice stops you before a word comes out.

“I— I’m sorry I—” he stutters, clasping his clammy hands together as you watch him with a sense of pity.

“I’m getting paid regardless— no need to be sorry” you giggle, trying to lighten the mood to no avail. “you wanna do this?” you ask, delicately trying your best to pry into his motives. “you don’t have to do anything, y’know”

“no I—” he stops, letting out a sigh before fixing his posture just enough for you to see his eyes that glow under the dim lights of the room. “I want to.. it’s just..”

“you’ve never done this before? is that it?”

kazutora’s eyes widen at your accusation— was it that obvious? was he making that much of a fool of himself in front of you that you could tell that easily?

“h-how could you tell..” he asks with a hint of shame in his voice.

“been doin’ this for long enough to know— not that long, but long enough.” you laugh, and watch as his shoulders ease. “besides, you’re sittin’ there nearly drenched in sweat and can’t even get a proper sentence out, so it’s pretty obvious”

he doesn’t know how to respond— the knot returns to his throat and his brain stumbles to find the words to reply, but no matter how hard he tries, he just can’t do it. instead, his fingers clasp together in his lap and his knee starts to bounce with nerves once again. is he supposed to do something? is he supposed to initiate it? is he allowed to touch you? all his doubts flood his mind as he sits under your gaze, sure that his anxiety will make him explode at any second.

you almost feel bad for him, watching him struggle like this. it’s pitiful to say the least, but for once in your lifetime, there’s a sense of attraction you feel towards him.

he’s not like your other clients— he’s not drunk on power, or desperte to use you as his toy. he doesn’t force his hand on you, or look at you with a dirty objectifying gaze. and sure, he might be buying your time, but kazutora feels different than the rest, and it’s the kind of different you’ve been craving since you entered this line of work.

“listen” you hum with a voice now filled with a genuine care towards him. “just sit back against the bed and relax, m’kay?”

you wait for him to respond, and he nods as he shifts himself back to the headboard of the bed.

“I’ll do all the work for you— all you gotta do is tell me if you want me to stop, ‘n if it feels good. can you do that for me?” you ask, watching his eyes that glisten and stare back at you with innocence.

kazutora only nods as he gulps and tries his very best to relax for you, though his idea of relaxation doesn’t exactly fit the standard definition. instead, his head presses against the headboard and his eyes squeeze shut as he grips the sheets— waiting with anticipation for your touch.

part of you wants to tease him— to edge his nerves and withhold the fun solely for your entertainment. but kazutora is a virgin, and something about him drives your desire to make his first time better than anything he’ll ever get again.

your lips catch the small talk that comes like second nature— nights and nights of mindless conversations as you work have dug a routine in your brain, but your body senses the nature of your client and the nerves that rest beneath his skin, and you know well enough that this isn’t the time for distractions.

“you’re pretty” you whisper, tucking a strand of blonde hair behind his ears as he nearly shivers from your touch alone.

kazutora isn’t sure what to make of it— is he supposed to be pretty? is that a good thing? part of him feels emasculated and embarrassed, almost pitiful— and yet part of him feels a warmth in his chest that courses through his body and leaves a hint of blush on his cheeks the more your praise hits his ears.

“I—” he stutters, letting fluster fill his voice as your fingers trace a line down his neck and down to his chest. he can feel the surges of energy that drag with your fingertips, lighting tiny fires across his skin and raising the hairs on his arms just enough for you to giggle with satisfaction.

the clients that frequent your room have always been pushy— they demand what they want from you, treat you like their personal toy to have their fun with and leave behind in the dust until the next time a big win at the casino drives their arousal. kazutora is a breath of fresh air— a change of pace, and a change of control no less.

something about the way he submits to his fluster so easily brings a sense of genuine excitement for once in your life, and you find yourself craving the electricity of his excitement the more your hands wander across his body.

your legs straddle his waist now as your hands travel and explore. what was once heavy breaths ridden with a tremble are now quick and shallow as you skim across his belt and slowly undo the latch. kazutora’s hands grip the sheets beneath him as a smirk crosses your face, and he can’t help but whimper when you finally give him what he wants.

“f—” he starts, dropping his chin to his chest as your hand wraps around his cock while the other tugs at the waistband of his pants just enough to let your hand pump his length in gentle slow strokes. “I—”

you quiet him with a kiss— one that’s filled with sparks of adrenaline that transfer between you light tiny strikes of lightning. the sense of desire you’ve been chasing your whole life— the whirlpool of excitement and desperation as you indulge yourself in his lips and the taste of his nerves on yours makes it hard for you to control yourself, forgetting that kazutora is no more than a virgin as you stroke his cock faster and faster.

kazutora can’t contain his moans much longer— he’s a whimpering mess as you keep him pressed against your chest, but it only drives your desire further over the edge of your composure.

“feels good, huh?” you coo, slowing your hand just enough to let him catch his breath and nod. “gonna give you what you really want, m’kay?”

with wide eyes, he stares back at you and swallows the knot in his throat as you wait for his approval. it all feels so real— he feels like he knows you, and kazutora doesn’t need to convince himself that he wants you more than anything in this moment.

“y-yes please…” he stutters, averting his gaze with embarrassment as a sort of shyness takes control of his thoughts as he watches you toy with the hem of the silky slip that sits just above your knees.

his gaze is unwavering— focused completely on the way your body moves against his, and for the first time in a while you feel heat begin to rise on your cheeks. watching the way he’s so enamored with you, as if you’re a butterfly mounted in a cage, brings a wave of embarrassment before the rush hits. but emotions have never been your strong suit— nevermind embarrassment, and you brush it away the only way you know how.

fluttering your eyes shut, you pull the hem of your slip to you hips, and shift your body until his cock teases your folds and his breaths quicken as a sense of panic falls on his features. his eyes are even wider than before, and you guide his hands to your hips where he grips onto you and tries his very best to ignore the desperation he feels towards you.

he wants to feel you so badly— he wants to please you. to make you feel the way you make him feel. he knows it's unrealistic— that he’s just another stack of money to you. but he can pretend, can’t he? he can pretend you want him as much as he doesn. he can pretend you crave him the way he craves you. he can pretend, until the warmth of your walls wraps around his cock and takes his breath away.

“that’s it, pretty boy” you hum, feeling the familiar tingle that spreads across your skin. he’s just a client, and yet the way his brow furrows as you sink down his length makes your heart race, and you can’t help but pull him flush against your chest with a desire-driven kiss.

your body moves on its own, bouncing up and down as you dig your fingers into his shoulders the deeper his cock hits, and your whimpers roll off your tongue far too easily than you ever thought they could.

he brushes you off at first, too overwhelmed by the sweetness of you cunt that sucks him in and makes his cock ache with pleasure. he brushes away your moans and the grip of your nails in his skin until his eyes regain their focus, and he sees the way your eyes roll back with every roll of your hips. that’s when his head begins to blur and his vision spins as his hands travel up your back and hold you close against his chest.

“I want—” he stops, burying his face in the crook of your neck as his grip on your body is tight enough that you can’t move. “I wanna… make you cum”

the tail of his words are spoken in a whisper, but it’s enough to ignite a fire in your chest as your clit throbs and tingles with the vibrations of his voice against your skin.

it’s been too long since you’ve heard those words, and the way his eyes flicker and glow with a pure sense of desire that makes you believe him, even when you know you shouldn’t.

but having him hold you down on his cock, desperate for him to fuck you even without realizing his effect, nearly makes you beg and your fingers tangle themselves in his hair as you try your hardest to shift in his lap.

“I just—” he stutters again, hiding his embarrassment against your skin as he continues. “I don’t… know wha—”

you stop him before he can finish, too wrapped up in the moment to let his nerves get the best of him and you push away from his hold just enough to press your lips against his in another frantic kiss.

words aren’t needed as his eyes flutter shut, and kazutora presses his forehead to yours as his hips move slow at first, then faster and faster until the drag of his cock hits every sweet spot within your walls.

he feels too good— like a wave of euphoria that crashes over your mind and you can’t keep your moans from slipping and catching between his lips the more he thrusts. his hands keep you steady as his cock forces itself deeper and deeper until his high is too close for his own composure.

with knit brows, kazutora searches for your lips to ground him as he tries his best to hold on just for you. but the more he waits the more frantic he gets, and his calculated thrusts grow sloppy and desperate and his body starts to tremble.

you can feel the anticipation bubbling in his chest— you can feel it drive his cock against your sweet spot, dragging in and out until your words are a jumbled mess and you can barely even see straight. your moans drown each other out, and you beg to be closer to him— to have more and more of him even when there’s nothing left to take. your bodies are pressed against one another chest to chest, foreheads the same and your lips only part from each other long enough to whimper to the other for more.

you’ve never felt this kind of desperation— this sense of fulfillment and desire from every drag of his cock down your velvet walls. you’ve never felt yourself ache for more when he stops, or beg for him to keep going when he slows his pace and catches his breath. you’ve always been so focused on the client— so focused on their pleasure, that you forgot what it felt like to be cared about. to feel that satisfaction of control.

but even still, you want more. you need more, and kazutora’s desperation bleeds through your auras and taints your mind the longer his thrusts take and the deeper he fucks you. your head is already spinning— already filled with euphoria waiting to be released as your hips stutter and grind against him.

kazutora whimpers— letting the sweetness of his moans push you to the edge until he’s begging you to let him cum.

“p-please I—” he stutters, eyes welling with tears as he pulls you closer. “w-wanna c-cum inside you” he whines, though his words barely phase you anymore. you can only nod— desperate for him to fill you up with the pleasure you’ve been craving since you first felt his cock in your hands.

kazutora whimpers with your approval, letting instinct take over as his hips snap against you, forcing his cock even deeper than before until your own composure begins to unravel. you barely notice the way kazutora can barely keep himself together, letting his hips move beyond his control. your fingers tremble for the first time, and his cock kisses your sweet spot over and over as he fills you up with his cum that oozes and drips down his length inside you.

warmth spreads across your body— it makes your head spin as kazutora whimpers against your neck and your walls tighten around him.

“fuck—” he curses, throwing his head back as your body stutters and clenches around him harder than before. “so— so—” he stutters, struggling to keep himself together.

bliss coats your mind and fogs your vision— you can barely see the way kazutora watches you with awe as you gasp for breath and teeter over the edge of your pleasure, but you can feel it in the way his hands explore your body as he keeps you stable against him.

“y-you—” you struggle to find the words through your heavy breaths. “you feel so— so fucking good”

a blush tints his cheeks as he looks away, now embarrassed at the sight of his cum pooling on the satin sheets below you. but despite his shame, he can’t help but notice the way your body glistens under the light, and glows with the satisfaction of your high.

“what” you start, raising a brow as you come back to your centre and keep your body relaxed, still keeping his cock warm inside you. “you got a problem?”

kazutora’s blush deepens as he looks away, struggling to find the words to answer.

“I— no I— it’s— it’s just—”

“well? spit it out pretty boy” you tease, giggling as he looks away with indignity.

“did I make you….you know….”

something about the way his voice shakes makes your cheeks hot, and you look away with the same expression of shame that sits on kazutora’s face— a feeling you’ve never felt like this at work before.

“I…” you pause, smiling as you look down to hide your embarrassment. “yeah, you did”

kazutora’s eyes light up almost immediately, and they widen as he stares at your shaky body on top of him with shock.

“well then…” you hum, carefully lifting yourself off his lap and trying your best to keep your professionalism as you shift yourself to the bed beside him. “if you ever need anything, come to me. m’kay?”

a shy smile pins his heart on his sleeve as he nods and looks to the opposite wall, waiting as you wrap yourself in the silky robe stuck to the sheets.

“oh, and happy birthday, kazutora”

#kazutora x reader #kazutora smut #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers smut #hanemiya kazutora #kazutora x reader smut #tokyo revengers x reader smut #kazutora x you #kazutora x you smut #kazutora x y/n #kazutora x y/n smut #tokyorev x reader #tokyorev smut #tokrev smut

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Hi! I hope you’re well!

Only if you are in the mood- can we get anything you can cook up for assistant verse? Anything you want! I love your writing! 💗

"Mr. Wayne, your 3 o'clock is here," you announce.

"Thank you Miss Y/N, please send them in."

"Yes, Mr. Wayne."

You show them in and Lex looked around, "You make your girlfriend address you as-"

"Work is work," Bruce said shrugging, smiling. "She's good at her job. It would be stupid to replace her just because I'm dating her."

"Will that be all, Mr. Wayne?" you ask.

"Coffee Lex?" Bruce asked. "Something else?"

"Coffee would be fine, thank you," he said.

"Coffee, please, Miss Y/N. And quickly."

"Yes, Mr. Wayne."

Bruce watched your face and the tiny twitch in your eyebrow. Telling you quickly was probably a bit much. You understood and respected a good powerplay.

But. That didn't mean he wouldn't be paying for it later. And it was probably going to be expensive. It was worth every penny though to watch Lex's eyebrows shoot up. What Lex thought he would find was known only to Lex. Probably Bruce off his game and acting cutesy.

Clark's identity was on the line though. And he had ground work to lay. Whatever Pricey mani-pedi or make up you bought on your company card was well worth it.

Especially when you brought back coffee, clacking along the marble floor efficiently. Lex's eyes tracked you everywhere you went. Bruce was willing to bet you'd have a job offer in your inbox by 9am tomorrow.

#bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne #ask answered #jason todd #minors dni #thirst trap thursday #assistant!reader

[siriuslysirius05]

Top Gun as Quotes in my Quote Book, Vol 4

Bonafide shit my friends have said

Maverick: “I need to be drunk, fucked, or killed. All at the same time. I wouldn’t mind being a praying mantis.”

Iceman: “This isn’t fucking working and I’m going to blow my fucking brains out. Questions? Concerns?”

Goose: “I’m just going to start on cocaine again.”

Slider: “Aldi? More like Aldeez nuts!”

Rooster: “If I don’t find my charger, I’m going to lose it. And by it…I mean my marbles.”

Hangman: “Sorry, I’m a little bit of a cunt.”

Phoenix: “What if I beat you to death with a hammer?”

Bob: “I’m getting to the point where I don’t know if I want to kill myself or someone else.”

Coyote: “What if option D was for dick and you just shot your teacher?”

Fanboy: “Matthew Damon.”

Payback: “Did you just full name Matt Damon…?”

Carole: “Slow down there buddy, you’re gonna get a tummy ache!”

Penny: “Awww the ginger has a soul!”

Cyclone: “Rosie (Maverick) is my thirteenth reason.”

Warlock: “Bitch, I’m (he’s) also the other twelve!”

Hondo: “This is very heterosexual of you guys.”

Hollywood: “Get a load of this pisser. They just pissed.”

Wolfman: “Guys I’m so crinked right now!”

Merlin: “Jesus has risen and so has…something else.”

Sundown: “Just watch what you say, it’s embarrassing.”

Chipper: “Yaaas! You’re serving hot cheese realness!”

Harvard: “You give me the vibe of an alien born here.”

Yale: “You’re just calling her ugly?!”

Halo: “There’s something kinda fun about taking a pregnancy test.”

Fritz: “My brain’s a little despacito”

Omaha: (Playing FNAF for the first time, started on night six) “I’m so fucking cooked.”

#top gun maverick #icemav #top gun #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #bradley rooster bradshaw #nick goose bradshaw #incorrect quotes #quote book #quotes

[bakubunny]

let me hear you

pairing: bakugou katsuki x uraraka ochako

wc: 7.73k

tags: aged-up characters, dildos, dom/sub undertones, embarrassment, hair-pulling, masturbation, mutual pining, oneshot, praise kink, fluff and smut, texting, banter, vaginal fingering, orgasm delay, ochako is lowkey a size queen, bakugou is an asshole but also kind of soft, (slight) crackfic treated seriously, mina is sweet but has no filter and no chill

summary: Ochako moves back in with Mina after a busy five year contract abroad with a new hobby of collecting 'personal items,' i.e. fantasy sex toys. One day, Bakugou overhears her having some personal time on her day off. Stupidly, she invites him over to help when he won't leave her alone about it....

So Katsuki, the opportunist that he is, seizes an unconventional moment to try and show Ochako he’s changed since the last she knew him, at least a little… sort of.

preview:

“I can do that,” he said. “Sweet talk for a sweet girl….” Ochako snorted, finally freeing her face from his grasp. “You, sweet? Since when?” “I’m an asshole, not fuckin' stupid, Ochako. I can talk sweet for a pretty girl who wants to come,” he bristled as the intensity of his red eyes returned.  “Could’ve fooled me,” she said playfully. “I’m not convinced.” “I think you are. You just want more of it,” he replied.

a/n: if you like this fic, i'm already working on a follow up, release date tbd. keep an eye out for it here or on my ao3, and thanks for reading!

“I don’t know if this is impressive or concerning,” Mina said. 

Ochako turned around to see her friend and now roommate in front of an open box on her bed that was labeled DO NOT OPEN in multiple places while holding something very large, brightly colored, and phallic shaped. 

“Mina, get out of there! What are you doing?” she said quietly. Red from her neck to her hairline, Ochako pulled the sex toy out of her friend’s hand and swiftly put it back where she’d found it. “I wrote ‘DO NOT OPEN’ in big letters all over the box for a reason.”

“Yeah, and that means it’s obviously the first box I’m gonna open when I see it,” Mina said. 

“Or you could just, I don’t know, not open it,” Ochako said with exasperation. 

Ochako loved Mina dearly. In fact, she was one of the few from UA she’d kept in contact with during her entire five year contract in the United States. But this was one of the moments she desperately wished Mina would utilize a little self control….

During her time overseas, Ochako had started a collection of ‘personal items,’ partly because she didn’t want a relationship or a hookup, and partly because they were all so pretty and enticing. Sure, fantasy sex toys from independent companies were pricey, but they were infinitely better than most of the generic, cheap ones she’d tried, and they looked beautiful. She didn’t really care as much for the ‘fantasy’ aspect as she did the feel of soft, smooth silicone and a wide variety of shapes, sizes, and textures, all custom poured into any color combination she could wish for. Beautiful marbles of pastels and fades of vibrant colors, ones that sparkled and others that glowed in the dark. Ochako knew from experience that they were worth every penny she paid, hence why she was unwilling to part with any of them when she moved back home. 

“When the heck did you get so many dildos? And that one was massive! Is it even usable?” Mina asked way too loudly. 

Ochako went red further. 

“Shush, will you? Yes, they’re all usable. I started collecting when I went overseas,” Ochako replied. 

“Why? There’s nothing wrong with it, and they’re pretty. But was it really that hard to get laid over there?” Mina said.

“No, I just… it’s easier. And I like them. That’s all there is to it,” she said. 

Mina looked at her like she’d grown another head for indirectly suggesting her private ‘hobby’ was better than a hookup. (And truth be told, most of the time it was.)

“Where do you want the dresser, cheeks?” Bakugou said. He and Kirishima were carrying her dresser into her bedroom without drawers. 

Ochako’s eyes shot wide open and she scrambled to close the box in front of her. She still hated when he called her that, and he knew it, too. After asking him to stop twice earlier that day, she gave up on it.

“Uh, the far wall should be fine!” she squeaked out as she shoved the box into her closet when the guys came in. She quickly closed the mirror doors behind her as Mina held back a snicker from the look on Ochako’s red face. 

“To the far wall it goes,” Kirishima replied. 

As they carried the dresser to the far side of the room, Ochako was silently cursing Mina for even suggesting she needed help moving to Kirishima, let alone insisting on it. She was Uravity. A bed frame, a dresser, and a few heavy boxes were nothing for her. It was just a thinly veiled excuse made by Mina to see her boyfriend in a cutoff shirt carrying heavy things. Kirishima, kindhearted and clueless as ever, agreed without a second thought about it, and he’d somehow roped Bakugou into helping, too. 

Not that Ochako was complaining; he was still a hot tempered asshole that she wanted nothing to do with, but she wasn’t blind. Time had only gone in his favor, and he looked hotter than she’d ever remembered. He was slightly taller now and his muscular frame had filled out. Soft, baby faced features had started to fade, unlike hers. At twenty five, she still looked like a child, at least in her own eyes, with her mousy brown hair and round cheeks.

“Thanks again, I think that’s everything that goes in the bedroom. I should be able to take it from here,” she said with a bubbly smile when they’d set the dresser down. 

“Drawers?” Bakugou said. 

“Huh?”

“Don’t you want the drawers for your dresser, Ochako?” he replied with a cocked brow that only seemed to deepen when he saw the flush on her face. 

Ochako.

It felt weird hearing her name come out of his mouth. Uncomfortable. 

“Right. Of course,” she said. “Drawers in here, and then I think the last few boxes can go down the hall.”

With that, she nearly shoed everyone out of the room to get the drawers, making sure she was the last person out. 

**** “I just can’t believe you genuinely think all of that would be better than the real thing,” Mina said as she took books out of a box and put them on the bookshelf near Ochako’s dresser. “I can hardly go two days without Eijiro.”

Ochako was unpacking her toy collection into proper closet storage; against the wall on the inside, she’d put a narrow, white bookcase where she could keep things easily accessible and visible but still tucked away from prying eyes. It was the only box left, and at this point Mina already knew about it and kept asking questions, so she had no reason to hide it. The most used ones were on a shelf at eye level; a variety of moderate to small sizes with different shapes. Smallest ones took up a portion of the top shelf, and larger toys were neatly arranged on the shelves below. Her collection wasn’t as massive as some she’d heard of and seen online, but it certainly wasn’t anything to scoff at either. 

“I never said it was better. I said it was easier and I enjoy it,” Ochako replied. 

“Okay but like. When was the last time you had a good fuck? You know I’ll happily be your wingwoman and we can solve that problem real quick,” she said. 

Warmth bloomed in Ochako’s cheeks. 

“I-It’s been a while. But you definitely don’t have to do that. I don’t want a hookup. Or a date,” she said with a laugh. 

“How long, Ochako?”

“I told you, a while,” she replied. 

“Weeks?…  Months?…” Mina pressed. 

Ochako was silent as the last item was set on the shelf. She started to pick at the tape on the cardboard box. 

“Years?”

“…yeah,” Ochako admitted. She peeled off the tape and threw it away. 

“Seriously, girl? Did you get laid at all while you were gone?” Mina said incredulously. 

“I mean I tried at first. I just never found the time,” she said. 

“In five years?” 

“First it was the language barrier. Then after that, I was busy and tired from work. And when I did, it was so bad, Mina,” she said. Ochako flopped onto her bed.

“Yep, that’s what we’re doing. We’re fixing this like tomorrow,” Mina replied. 

“Please, I don’t need anything fixed. And before you get so dramatic about it, it’s not like I haven’t done anything. I just haven’t…” she trailed off. 

“Gotten dicked down?” Mina asked. 

“Yeah…. The few times I tried, I somehow wound up with guys who couldn’t find my clit let alone get me off with a little guidance, and that just kinda ruined it for me. Either it didn’t go any further or I faked it before sex started. Then one year alone turned into two, and….” Ochako sighed.

The other part she didn’t say was that Mina had always been infinitely more comfortable talking about - and seeking out - sex than her. With her little hobby, every thought and desire stayed in her head. She didn’t have to tell a damn soul. And Ochako was more than okay with that. 

“It’s okay, really. I’m satisfied now, so why mess it up? Plus, now that I’m home for good I’ll eventually start dating again…. Probably,” she said. 

Ochako had longed for that for some time. Someone to be close to. Someone to care for who cared for her in return. But that was far more complicated than a simple hookup. 

Mina stopped unpacking books and gave her a look between pity and horror. 

“My god you’re worse than I thought,” Mina replied. 

Ochako let out a laugh. “There’s nothing wrong with me. I just know what I want. So I’m not itching to hook up with anyone.” 

She could practically see the wheels of scheming and mischief turning in Mina’s head. 

“Don’t go getting any wild ideas,” she said. 

“It’s not a wild idea. Just one you’re not gonna like,” Mina replied. 

Ochako raised an eyebrow in question. 

“Didn’t you see the way Bakugou looked at you the other day?” 

Heat flooded her cheeks. She shifted uncomfortably. 

“Ohhh no. No. Absolutely not. You’re right, I hate that idea,” she replied. 

“But he was practically eye fucking you any time you weren’t looking! And even when you were looking he still did half the time,” Mina said. 

She snorted as her body grew hot. “Was that the weird look on his face? I just thought he was being moody.”

Okay, so maybe she’d noticed. He wasn’t exactly subtle. But Mina didn’t need to know. 

“Chako. Really?”

“What? Yes, really,” she laughed. She was blushing so hard that she felt it creeping down her neck. 

Mina shook her head. 

“Okay, fine…. But just like you, he’s changed at least a little bit. Just think about it, okay?” she said.

“Sure, but my answer isn’t going to change,” Ochako said. 

“Not if I have anything to do with it…” Mina mumbled. 

“Mina!”

**** Three weeks later

Ochako held her breath as her hips rose and fell, hands pressed into the wood floor. She had to hold herself back from slamming down onto the soft, warm, deliciously full feeling sliding in and out of her cunt as she took it all the way to the base with each slow thrust. Try as she might, every now and then a whimper or moan would escape her throat. 

Her phone buzzed, a text. She checked to make sure it wasn’t an emergency text from her agency. It was a number she didn’t recognize. 

Unknown Number: what are you doing 9:33 PM

She put her phone down nearby assuming it was spam and went back to sating the desires of her body. Two texts came in shortly after. 

Unknown Number: dont ignore me cheeks 9:35 PM

Unknown Number: i can hear you 9:35 PM

Ochako’s heart stopped when she saw the notifications. How was that even possible? Were the floors made of paper?

UO: Bakugou? I'm working on a project. 9:36 PM

UO: Put earbuds in or something. I'll be done soon. 9:36 PM

A stream of texts came back. 

BK: thats me 9:36 PM

BK: must be some damn project 9:36 PM

BK: no if youre not gonna stop i wanna hear you finish 9:37 PM

BK: and dont be shy about it 9:37 PM

The blood drained from Ochako’s face as the text came in. She swallowed thickly trying to come up with a response, but ended up erasing every one as he watched her type. 

BK: come on i know you want to 9:40 PM

BK: let me hear you angel face 9:41 PM

UO: I don’t know what you’re talking about. 9:41 PM 

BK: you gonna keep going for me? 9:42 PM

BK: gonna be a sweet girl and make yourself cum? 9:42 PM

UO: Gross. When did you become such a perv? Get lost. 9:42 PM

Ochako could hear the teasing tone of voice he had through text. Palms sweating, she peeled the suction cup base off the floor with shaky hands and climbed onto her bed. She laid there for a minute undecided on whether to continue or not, heart racing with embarrassment and shame. 

BK: thats ok i know youre gonna think of me anyways 9:43 PM

BK: have fun roundface 9:43 PM

UO: Ew. I’ll pass. 9:44 PM

She tried to ignore the thoughts swimming in her head as she started again, this time more to find release from what she’d started than because she really wanted it. But it wouldn’t leave her head. Thoughts of Bakugou listening to her through the floor. Of him blowing up her phone with those stupid texts. Of…. She pushed the thought away. Unfortunately, the thought of him was exactly what made her come, and hard. Miraculously she managed to do so in silence. 

Ochako felt gross inside and out as she took a shower and went to bed.  

**** Ochako had just started lunch when her phone buzzed. It was Bakugou. She sighed. Hesitantly, she opened the message. It was a photo of her bathroom. Specifically, it was a picture of one of her toys drying on the counter: a thick, smooth, gently curved S-shape that tapered into a slightly wider base, much bigger than any average person could logically be but not absurdly large, at least to her. It was a pretty color, too; a light lavender shade with glittering gold streaks and shimmering teal-blue marbled through it. Her newest one. She hadn’t even tried it yet.

BK: holy shit you need to get out more 12:02 PM

She nearly spit out her tea. 

UO: What the hell are you doing in my bathroom?? 12:04 PM 

BK: mina let me in 12:05 PM

BK: our waters turned off downstairs and i need a shower 12:05 PM

UO: I don’t care. There are two bathrooms. Use the other one. 12:06 PM 

BK: no can do cheeks 12:07 PM

BK: kiri is in minas and i dont wanna wait 12:07 PM

BK: your toy is cute tho 12:08 PM

UO: GET OUT BAKUGOU. 12:08 PM

BK: makes me wonder where you keep the rest 12:09 PM

BK: is that the one you fucked on the floor last week? 12:11 PM

UO: OUT. NOW. 12:11 PM

BK: bet it fills you up good doesnt it 12:13 PM

UO: CREEP. 12:13 PM 

She wished to melt into the floor or float herself all the way to space when a second picture came through. It was a quick, low effort selfie but it was enough to make Ochako nearly pass out in embarrassment. Bakugou was clearly naked in front of the mirror, the bottom edge of it stopping just above any improper places. Her sex toy was still openly visible in the corner. 

BK: too late its shower time 12:19 PM

Ochako sent Mina a text. There’s no way she was innocent in this. 

UO: Mina, what the fuck is Bakugou doing in my shower? 12:19 PM 

UO: Did you look in the bathroom before letting him in? 12:20 PM

AM: Woah, calm down. Its okay, it'll only take a few minutes. 12:22 PM

UO: No, I will not calm down 12:22 PM

UO: Because it’s not okay 12:22 PM

UO: Okay is the last word I would use to describe anything right now 12:22 PM 

AM: ??? 12:23 PM

After carefully deleting the text referencing last week, Ochako sent screenshots of the conversation she’d just had with Bakugou. 

UO: I’m leaving Japan and never coming back 12:26 PM

UO: My life is over 12:26 PM

UO: Back to the land of the Free of Bakugou 12:26 PM

AM: OMG IM SO SORRY 12:26 PM

AM: RUNNING TO BR NOW 12:27 PM

AM: PLS DONT RUN AWAY ILYSM 12:27 PM

AM: WHERE DO I HIDE IT 12:28 PM

UO: I don’t care just get it out of the bathroom please 12:28 PM 

UO: And for the love of all that is good make sure my closet is shut 12:29 PM 

UO: And maybe just ask next time? 12:29 PM 

She sighed and looked at the food in front of her, now having lost all appetite. This was not how she anticipated her return to Japan. Staring out the cafe window and onto the street, she observed the many passers by through the lens of Ochako instead of the vigilant eye of Uravity. It hit her just how much she’d missed home even though she suddenly had another anxious longing to leave. 

Ochako had turned down a second lucrative five year contract in the US because she missed her family and friends back home. Luckily enough, all of her hard work was paying off. She was able to land a contract near home at almost the same salary with none of the extra living expenses or general barriers of life overseas on a working visa; now that she was home, she was being recognized for the hero she was. More than that, though, she was able to take care of her parents the way they had taken care of her for so long, especially now that her living costs were so much lower. 

Being away from Japan had helped her grow tremendously; she was out of Deku’s shadow and able to come into her own, proving herself to be a strong and competent hero in both rescue and combat. No longer was she being offered sidekick roles for her peers. She was the one who could hire a sidekick now, if she wanted to, but it didn’t interest her. 

Mina’s text tore her out of her thoughts. Ochako had fifteen minutes left before her lunch was over and she was back on patrol. 

AM: Also like. This only confirms my theory that you basically have a good fuck staring you in the face and you’re gonna try to ignore it 12:45 PM

UO: I told you, being attractive doesn't mean anything. 12:46 PM

UO: He’s probably shit in bed like the rest of them. I think I’ll take solitude. 12:46 PM

AM: Oh come on Ochako he HAS changed some 12:47 PM

AM: He’s basically like my brother but I’m not above admitting he’s hot and a little less asshole-y than when we were younger 12:47PM

AM: And do you remember nothing about UA or the last time you lived with me?? 12:48 PM

Ochako remembered a lot about UA and the two years she’d lived with Mina before going to the US. She’d tried to simply forget that Bakugou even lived next door, the experience was so scarring. She ignored Mina’s question. 

UO: You did this on purpose, didn’t you? 12:49 PM

AM: Okay maybe I did 12:53 PM

AM: But I’m only trying to helppp 12:53 PM

UO: Well stop. I don’t want help. 12:55 PM 

AM: THATS ONLY WHAT LONELY PEOPLE SAY 12:56 PM

Ochako let out a sigh as she put her face in her hands. 

**** This time, Ochako had a plan. It was her day off. She’d double and even triple checked for over a week that the apartment below her would be empty today with Mina and Kiri…. Mostly because she thought Mina might ‘conveniently’ not tell the truth. After preparing throughout the morning to make sure it wouldn’t hurt too much going in, she took her new lavender dildo and stuck it to the floor, checking to see that the suction cup base was secure. 

Ochako felt a little more heat pooling between her legs as she generously applied lubricant. She hovered over it, slowly guiding it to her hot, wet core. Her eyes went wide as the head slid in easily, still much thicker than expected with a stinging feeling. She let out a moan that was louder and more lewd than she’d ever want to admit to herself or anyone else as she sank down about a quarter of the way and stopped to give her body time to adjust. 

Leaning forward, she made herself comfortable realizing that even if this wasn’t the biggest one she had, this one was going to take work if she wanted a chance to use it at all. After several minutes of playing with her clit and gently moving her hips, she sunk down half way. Goosebumps ran across her skin when sparks of heat and electricity slid from her core to the rest of her body as she did. Her cunt clenched tightly in near protest as it wept with desire. It felt so unbelievably perfect. The sound it elicited from her lips almost felt wrong, how vulgar it was. The process of waiting and adjusting started again… and again… until her hips finally came close to reaching the base. 

Ochako could have sobbed from the overwhelming fullness inside her once she’d taken the whole thing, and she all but did. Her breath was heavy and panting even as her hips remained still. Little groans left her mouth as she waited until she couldn’t take it any longer. Her hips slowly moved up to the head, then down slowly, slowly. She clamped a hand over her mouth to muffle a cry as she sank down a second time before a desperate sob bubbled up out of her chest. 

She may not have gotten fucked in a long time, but even if the ‘real thing’ was better, there was no dick in existence that could give her this. 

Ochako jumped when her phone buzzed with a text notification. 

BK: fucking hell ochako keep it down 11:13 AM

BK: i know youre horny but have some decency 11:13 AM

Her stomach dropped as hot tears pricked the corners of her eyes. Of course. Of course. She was instantly mortified. Now her day was fucking ruined. 

UO: ?????? 11:15 AM

UO: I thought you weren’t home?? 11:15 AM 

BK: change of plans its my day off 11:16 AM

Tears spilled down her cheeks, quite possibly just from the overwhelming embarrassment and the growing heated need in her stomach she so badly wanted to relieve. She just wanted one day in solitude without having to worry about being overheard and promptly shamed for it. Ochako sat back and wiped her burning, flushed face, trying to shake it off.

UO: Well I planned today long in advance. 11:23 AM

UO: How about you be the one to have some decency for once and give me the privacy I planned on for an hour or two? 11:25 AM

BK: takes you that long to get off? 11:26 AM

BK: can you even find your fucking clit? 11:26 AM

UO: No. I’m going to edge myself and come until I can’t think if you really need to fucking know. 11:30 AM

UO: Now fuck off and let me have one day to myself. 11:31 AM

Ochako almost slammed her phone down onto the rug nearby and as she quietly sank back down, hips burying the achingly sweet fullness and let it sit inside her. Tears threatened to fall down her face again. She had to block it out. But he wouldn’t leave her alone and she was stupid enough (or horny enough) to entertain him. 

BK: no wonder mina practically begged me to fuck you 11:32 AM

UO: I already told her I’m not interested. I said you were probably shit in bed anyways. 11:33 AM

BK: only one way to find out huh 11:33 AM

BK: let me hear you cheeks 11:35 AM

UO: No. I’m not here to fuel your wank session. 11:35 AM 

UO: I’m sure you’re already stroking your dick. You have zero self control or decency. 11:36 AM

BK: quit being such a brat 11:36 AM

BK: youre the one that cant keep your fucking mouth shut for five seconds and im the one who has no self control? 11:37 AM

UO: I’m not a brat. You’re a presumptuous asshole. 11:37 AM

BK: get the hell over yourself and keep going 11:39 AM

BK: i know you dont wanna stop 11:40 AM

BK: let me fucking hear you damn it 11:44 AM

BK: or do i need to come up there and watch? 11:47 AM

Heat radiated out of her chest and down her spine as she stared at the blinking cursor. Ochako wasn’t sure if she was turned on or angry or nervous. He wasn’t even near her but she could hear the words in his voice. It might have been playful, but it wasn’t a question. It was a threat. 

BK: come on stop staring at the screen and fuck yourself 11:53 AM

Heart pounding hard, desperation won and Ochako gave in. Just a little, that’s all she needed. Just enough to sate the ache of desire…. She gasped at the initial movement. Ochako slowly let her hips rise and fall once more. Her moans were soft and whining at the start, but they quickly devolved into something that was low and needy and impossible to hold back as she gradually increased her pace. 

Ochako's phone was going off periodically. It went ignored until a call came through. She stopped and answered. 

“What?” she said. 

“I’m gonna help you, cheeks. I wanna fuckin' hear you for the slut you are.” Bakugou’s voice was heated and rough.

Ochako went weak and she started riding again. 

“Then why did you call? And don’t call me that,” she said breathlessly. She moaned as another wave of pleasure hit her body. “Use the spare key before I change my mind.”

Ochako hung up. 

**** Katsuki walked down the hall to her room and as he got close, he could hear her. Moans that were needy and lustful. The sound of her ass kissing the floor. Shit, he needed this so much. Don’t fuck this up, Katsuki. 

The heady scent of her arousal hit his nose as the door opened and he swallowed a groan. Fear struck her eyes as he looked down at her. Bare from the waist down, Katsuki noticed her soft thighs twitching slightly as she sat back. Her cheeks were flushed, both with what looked to be nervousness and lust. Fucking adorable, that’s what she was.

Ochako froze when she heard the doorknob turn and click. The door swung open. Bakugou’s crimson eyes were dark and ravenous the moment he saw her. Now that he was here, she was panicking, kicking her stupid, horny brain for picking up the phone at all. She hadn’t had a guy in her room for years and Bakugou was her choice? This was possibly the worst decision she’s made in a long time. 

“Hey,” he said. 

“Hi,” she said quietly. Ochako smiled but swallowed hard. “You can come in I guess.”

Bakugou shut the door behind him as he walked in. She looked down and started playing with the hem of her t-shirt He knelt down in front of her but she didn’t look up. The warmth of his breath hit her face and the hair on her neck raised, a little shiver running down. Ochako was staring at his distressed black jeans where one knee met the floor in an attempt to find a focus point. Something about it, him kneeling to meet her gaze, filled her belly with warmth and made her blush. Even if she could pinpoint it, she wasn’t sure if she’d want to. Say something, Ochako, anything….

“I don’t know why I asked you over and I’m kind of regretting it,” she blurted awkwardly. 

“’S okay. I won’t bite… unless you ask nicely,” he teased. 

The heat and fullness between her legs was throbbing as he spoke. Ochako gripped the fabric in her hands so tightly her knuckles went white. 

“And I don’t want to have sex or do anything like that. I… I just wanted you here, so don’t expect anything from me,” she said defensively. 

“Never did. Just wanted to watch.” Bakugou lifted her chin, his face inches away from hers. 

Ochako kept her eyes shut tight. 

Oh god oh god this was absolutely a horrible idea, you dumb girl, she thought. The warmth of his fingers, his breath, the look she knew he likely had on his face, it made her ache for more of his touch and he hadn’t even done anything. 

“Look at me, Ochako,” he demanded. 

Fuck, her name sounded so good on his lips. She opened her eyes to find his full of heat, ready to devour her whole. He stared her down with crimson eyes in a cocky, hungry way that melted her fears into wanting. 

“Gonna let me do that?” he said softly. 

Ochako’s heart raced. She nodded. 

Bakugou sat down with his back against her bed with his legs spread wide, one knee up. He patted the empty spot in front of him. She wasn’t sure how he made black jeans and a gray t-shirt look so damn good, but he only seemed to look better sitting that way with his eyes watching her intently, blond hair askew as always.

“Put that thing in front of the mirror and face me. I wanna see all of you,” he said.

With clammy hands and a wet sshhlick as she got up, Ochako did as he asked. Her cheeks burned hot. Now she was somehow more anxious, feeling so exposed as Bakugou intently watched her core meet the soft silicone as she slowly slid back down onto the brightly colored dildo stuck to the floor between her legs. The fullness of the head and then the shaft as it gently slipped in was dizzying, pulling another groan out of her body. Ochako gripped the hem of her shirt in one hand. Bakugou grabbed her hand and moved it to his leg, the fabric of his jeans smooth under her fingers. 

“What the hell happened to you, cheeks? You’d fuckin think we were still in high school with how nervous you are. Relax,” he said. 

That got a little laugh out of her. 

“Get out of your damn head for once.”

“I don’t know how sometimes,” Ochako replied.

He scoffed and grabbed her face; his voice got darker. 

“Yes you do. Don’t be shy. Do it,” Bakugou goaded.

Ochako flushed hard; the way he provoked her was so stupidly hot. Slowly, she lifted her hips and let them sink back down with a gasp and a quiet moan.   “That’s it, keep going. Just like that…. So if you don’t wanna be a slut, what do you wanna be?” 

Fresh heat crashed over Ochako’s face at the question. Little waves of tingling pleasure shot through her core and up her spine, drawing out a whine. She tried to pull away from his grip, but he didn’t let her.

“I-I don’t know,” she whispered, trying to escape his intense gaze. She did know; she had plenty of ideas. But all of it was going to stay in her head. 

“Gonna have to find out together then, huh?” he said as he stroked her cheek. 

“Y-yeah.” 

“You’re doing a good job, angel. You look so pretty…. But I think you can do better for me, can’t you?” he said. 

Ochako’s eyes got a little wider. She stopped. A shudder rolled down her spine. His voice was soft and low, almost sweet; it jumbled up her insides and scrambled her brain. This was not the Bakugou she remembered. 

He grinned slightly. “You like that, huh? Want me to keep being a little sweet, princess?”

Ochako’s reply was instant. 

“Y-yes, please,” she said sheepishly.

“I can do that,” he said. “Sweet talk for a sweet girl….”

…sweet girl….  Something in her mind went a little fuzzier when he said that…. 

Ochako snorted, finally freeing her face from his grasp. “You, sweet? Since when?”

“I’m an asshole, not fuckin' stupid, Ochako. I can talk sweet for a pretty girl who wants to come,” he bristled as the intensity of his red eyes returned. 

“Could’ve fooled me,” she said playfully. “I’m not convinced.”

“I think you are. You just want more of it,” he replied.

The Bakugou she had in her head was grumpy and loud and aggressive. He was simultaneously full of himself and anxiously insecure. He was impatient and did what he wanted. And in the few weeks she’d been home, she’d seen that in many ways he still was all of those things… just less so than before. But this Bakugou almost had patience and a hint of softness and it made her thoughts sputter. 

“Come on, angel face. Fuck yourself for me. Show me what you really want,” he said quietly. 

Goosebumps washed over Ochako’s skin as he spoke and she whined, pushing herself down just a little harder and faster with each thrust. The thick and gentle curves of her toy teased every little tender spot in her cunt just right; shudders rippled down her back as the tension in her body grew. The needy moan that ripped out of her chest from the overwhelming sensation felt embarrassing as he stared at her face. She wanted to hide, but Bakugou only encouraged it; the look he had as his eyes went from her face to the mirror behind her and back was almost reverent. 

“Fuck, you look so good, Ochako. You take that toy so well for me. I love the way it fills your pretty cunt and makes you so damn wet. Makes me wish I could be the one making you feel good. You’re perfect. Don’t stop sweet girl, I wanna watch you all fuckin' day,” Bakugou said. 

Ochako moaned under his praise as heat slid over her body, causing her cunt to tighten and flutter. Every sensation was dialed up to ten with how achingly, wonderfully full she felt. Pleasure licked her back and legs with every movement she made. 

“That’s it… just like that. Make yourself feel good for me. Your voice is so pretty when you moan, angel…. So damn cute,” he said. 

The look of lust and flushed cheeks on Bakugou’s face only made her want him more. She broke her gaze from his and chanced a look down to his lap, gripping the fabric of his jeans tighter with wide eyes when she did. His cock was hard and it was big, but in that perfect way where it was thick and just long enough to make her ache for it. Ochako groaned with want and cursed at the sight. 

“Katsuki…” she whimpered. 

Bakugou smirked.

“Like seeing what you do to me, cheeks?”

“Yes,” she said. 

“Good. ’S been that way for a long fuckin time,” he said. 

Before she could process what he’d said, he took her face in both hands and kissed her hard and fast. 

**** Katsuki was already really fucking impatient. He wanted to rip Ochako’s shirt off and run his hands and mouth over every part of her body, kiss her until she couldn’t breathe, make her look up at him with that little bit of fear mixed with desire, make her ride his face until she couldn’t fucking string words together, hold her down and fuck her until her mind went numb. But he could see that patience was what she needed, and that was the one thing he never fucking had. All of that would have to wait for another day, no matter how bad he wanted it. If there even was another day. 

Somehow, watching Ochako gave him the patience he needed if it meant he got to see her like this…. The way her bottom lip quivered and her breath went shallow and quick before letting out a whining moan. The way she pushed her face into his hand when he stroked her cheek, yearning for his touch. How she flushed and got a little closer to coming when he said something she really liked. How she sobbed when his hand slid back, gathered a large fistful of hair, and gently pulled, and she begged, “harder, please Katsuki,” with her brown doe eyes staring back at him, full of want and desperate need. The sight of her thighs quivering a little every time the pleasure seemed to be overwhelming, and the feeling of her gripping tighter onto his thigh when it happened…. Hell, just the sight of her ass moving in the mirror, the lips of her dripping cunt gripping and swallowing her dildo whole with every thrust, getting filled and stretched so good would be enough to make him bust if his cock was out. 

But not today. Today was for her, he’d decided, not just some girl who could get him off.

Maybe proving that he’d grown some amount of self restraint over the years would be enough. 

Maybe then she would finally fucking get it. 

**** If Ochako thought she needed to come before, it felt nothing like the need she had now. Every time she got close, he told her to stop. Whenever she tried to reach between her legs for that last little push, he grabbed her hand and pulled it away. And stupidly enough, she listened. 

The look on Bakugou’s face grew more sadistic the more restless she got. 

Ochako whined as he snatched her hand for the fourth time. 

“You told me you were gonna edge yourself. Just trying to help, princess,” he said with a grin. “Can’t have you thinking I’d keep such a sweet girl from getting what she wants.”

“Katsuki, please,” she begged, “I need it.”

A thin film of sweat was on her back. She couldn’t think as she continued to thrust; everything inside her was so mixed up and horny and achy and needy. Her breath was heavy. Her clit throbbed. The down hairs on her skin raised as shudders and shivers danced across her skin only reminding her of what she wanted. 

“But you’re doing so well, angel. You’re being such a good girl, making me so proud…” he purred. 

Ochako groaned. He’s getting too good at that, and way too quickly… she thought, as a shiver slipped down her spine. 

She took his hand and guided it to her wet cunt where her hips moved, eyes glossy and desperate as she looked back at him. 

“Please, Katsuki,” she said softly. 

Katsuki caved. Either he was some kind of weak little shit, or a fucking goner. It was her damn eyes that made him too soft; he would give her anything if she asked, at least right now. 

“You want me to make you come, pretty girl?” he said. 

“Yes, please,” she replied.

The heat of his rough, calloused hand met with her hot, slick skin where he rubbed firmly. Ochako cried out and grasped his wrist tightly.

“G-gently,” she stuttered.

His touch lightened and she felt her body relax a little. A wave of relief washed over her skin. 

“Slower…”

“Like this?” he asked.

Bakugou’s movement slowed and Ochako moaned, her body beginning to tremble as he stroked her clit softly with the pads of his fingers. She leaned more of her weight into her hands to support herself as the tension in her body unraveled at his fingers; her legs quivered with weakness. 

“Shit, yes, fuck,” she babbled. “That’s perfect, please don’t stop.”

“Good girl, you asked so nicely. That's exactly what I want,” he said. 

Ochako’s climax built as her body unwound and she groaned. She looked at Bakugou to take in the lust on his face; his breathing was ragged, his eyes dark with want, his face and neck flushed. Seeing his desire for her drew a whine from her throat, her breath heavy and panting. 

“You’re so damn gorgeous, you know that, Ochako? You’ve been so fucking good for me, listening so well. I love how wet and desperate you are,” he said, voice wrecked with desire. 

Bakugou’s words made her moan as he stared back at her. The muscles in her core fluttered erratically as chills ran down her spine. Ochako clamped a hand over her mouth in an attempt to quiet herself, her moans increasingly wanton and unhindered as her mind slowed down to feel every little thread of pleasure radiating from her cunt, weaving itself across her skin. 

Bakugou took his free hand and pulled hers away. 

“No. Let me hear you.”

“There are other neighbors, Katsuki,” she said with a hint of anxiety. 

“So? Who gives a fuck?” he replied. “You want me to make you come, and I wanna hear it. You gonna let me do that?”

Ochako went back and forth in her head for a moment before she gave in. “You better make it fucking worth it.”

“You’re damn right, I will,” he growled as his eyes flared. 

Bakugou slid his fingers across her scalp through sweat-dampened hair to the back of her skull, gathering as much as he could and pulled her head back with a firm grip. Ochako’s mouth fell open and her eyes rolled, a deep, heated groan bubbling up out of her chest. His tone was low and rough as he spoke, the heat of his breath on her ear making her tremble as shivering goosebumps raced across her skin. 

“You’ve been so fuckin' good, Ochako. I’m gonna make you come so hard you see stars. I can’t wait to see how perfect you look when you come. You’re gonna sound so pretty for me and I fuckin' love it,” he said. 

The steady pace of his fingers on her clit pulled her deeper into ecstasy as each thrust of her hips sent toe curling pleasure radiating down her legs to the soles of her feet. Ochako moved harder and faster, chasing her impending release. 

“Just like that, keep going. You’re so beautiful like this. Given in, let yourself feel good…. You’re doing so well,” he said. 

The number of different pleasant sensations firing in her body was dizzying as she lost herself in it. 

“Katsuki, I….” Her thoughts trailed off into a moan when another wave of mind numbing pleasure hit and her legs began to shake. 

Bakugou gave her the final push she desperately craved. “That’s it, babygirl. You’re so fuckin' close, aren’t you? Don’t hold back, give it all to me. Come for me, angel….”

Ochako came with a loud cry, orgasm crashing down on her body as she shook. Her eyes went white and her mind blank; pleasure hit again with intensity that made her legs give out.

“Good fucking girl, fuck…. That’s it, princess. Don’t stop. Don’t stop coming for me. I want it all. You’re so pretty when you come.” Bakugou wrapped an arm around her and she braced herself against the support as his hand between her thighs carried her through the rest of her climax.

She reached down to grasp his hand when it became too intense and he stopped. 

“Good girl…. That was perfect. I’m so fuckin proud of you, angel face,” he said. 

Ochako whimpered in his arms, little shivers still coursing through her veins. As she came to, the weight of what had transpired hit her. Her eyes went wide. She froze, trying to think of what to say. 

Bakugou interrupted her thoughts. 

“Don’t overthink it, cheeks,” he said. “I sure as hell don’t regret it and neither should you.”

Her ears grew hot. 

“Right. You’re right,” she said stiffly. “Um. I - have to shower and clean up. But you’re welcome to stay for a little while… i-if you want.”

He scoffed. “You think I’d just leave?” 

“I don’t know,” she admitted. “We’ve never been that close. I don’t know what kind of person you are outside of what I remember.”

He crossed his arms with a grumpy look. “Give me some credit, I’m… not like that,” he grumbled. 

Ochako couldn’t help but grin a little at his attempt to display some modicum of kindness. Wincing slightly as she pulled off of the toy between her legs, her body quickly started to feel the aftermath of it all. She fumbled trying to peel the slippery dildo off the floor. 

“Leave it. I’ll take care of it,” he said. 

“You don’t have to-”

“I know,” Bakugou replied. 

He was met with silence as Ochako processed her next thought. 

“Okay. Um. There’s mild soap in the top right drawer in my bathroom. Wash with that and leave it to dry,” she said. 

“Got it. Now go,” he said. 

Ochako didn’t have to be told twice; her mind was reeling with a million thoughts after a decidedly strange day, unsure if she wanted it to happen again. With clean clothes in hand, she closed the bathroom door and turned on the shower. 

**** Katsuki ruminated on the day while he laid in Ochako’s bed with her nodding off in his arms. The sweet, floral scent of her shampoo filled his nose as his fingers ran through her hair. 

“This isn’t going to happen again,” she’d insisted when she got out of the shower. 

“Didn’t plan on it,” he’d replied as he laid back on her duvet. 

“You don’t have to stay to be polite,” she’d said. 

“I’m not,” he’d said as he got under the covers. “Relax, cheeks. I’ll leave soon.”

He’d locked the bedroom door to keep out a nosey Mina, though with luck, he’d planned to be home before she or Kiri ever found out. 

After several minutes, faint little snores filled the quiet space. Katsuki didn’t want to go, but he did want a chance of Ochako not being pissy with him later because he got caught in her room. Slowly and carefully, he got out of her bed and pulled up the covers. 

Katsuki grabbed the spare key he’d left on her nightstand, slipped his sneakers on at the front door, and locked it behind him. 

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Undrunk [hangman PT. 7/12]

PART OF MY “WHATEVER THIS IS” SERIES WHICH CAN BE FOUND HERE

PAIRING: JAKE ‘HANGMAN’ SERESIN x Female Plus Size Bartender!Reader

NICKNAME: Sunshine

Warning: 18+ Smut ahead!

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PLOT: Penny Benjamin's niece works at The Hard Deck, saving the money she earns to get out of the west coast and put herself through Graduate School. What happens when a pretty boy pilot ends up as her fake boyfriend?

PART ONE / PART TWO / PART THREE / PART FOUR / PART FIVE / PART SIX / PART SEVEN / PART EIGHT / PART NINE / PART TEN / PART ELEVEN / FINAL PART

A growl rasps through the man in front of you and the delicious pinch of the flesh on your hips tightens. Jake punctuates his words with nips along your jaw, his perfect teeth grazing the shell of your ear. “I won’t be able to stop myself. I won’t be able to come back from this,” he admits heavily, his voice dripping with desire in your ear.

“Fuck me,” you breath, rutting against his hips under the glow of the streetlamp. And just like that, the crumbling dam breaks. Jake’s hands are gone from your waist, now a vice grip on your wrists as he all but drags you down the streets of North Island until you can see his truck parked in front of your home. As you slide through the gate with a rapid haste, you can’t help but yank the broad man against your front. Your back slams against the metal of the truck door, handle digging into your shoulder blade as you kiss passionately.

Making out for a moment, Jake’s fingertips slip passed the lacy material of your skirt until he’s skimming along your warmth. A loud, high pitched whine bubbles out of your glossy, swollen lips as he begins rubbing slow circles over your clothed bundle of nerves. Your skin is on fire, thighs cramping as you try to spread further to allow his touch. You moan against his mouth, oblivious to the notion that here you are – being nearly finger fucked in your driveway for your neighbors’ viewing.

The thought finally breaks your dazed mind, shattering your reality as you pull back from him. Your chest is rising hazardously as you press against him for some distance. His motions stop immediately, blazing green eyes searching your face for signs of mistrust or horror. “Inside,” you breath out, “We need to go.” You swallow down a shaky breath when the crease between his brows dissipates.

Jake follows you up the path, up the stairs to your porch and you can feel his heat against your back as he waits as patiently as possible for you to key the door open. It takes seconds but feels like forever until you finally turn the doorknob and shove the door open. You spin quickly, wrapping yourself around the pilot as he pushes you against the door. The weight of your bodies slamming it shut as you again kiss each other with a fervor, mouths moving rapidly as your fingertips begin to unbutton his shirt.

The material is ripped from his waistline and dragged off his perfect body as he shoves the pure white from your hips to expose your supple thighs. His nails scrap gently along the skin as he rubs up and down, mouth devouring yours as you shove the cotton down his bulging arms. His torso is toned, his abs marbled perfection as you begin to press your lips along each section of his skin in admiration.

“Lift your arms,” he groans against your collarbone, and you follow Jake’s command, raising your arms to allow for him to tug your dress from your body. When he gets the material over your hair, he can’t help but let his jaw go slack. You’d forgone a bra tonight, the tight sculpting of the dress you wore enough of a support to not need a dreaded extra piece of material.

His eyes are trailing along the exposed skin of your breasts and the world stands still. “You’re fuckin’ perfect,” Jake murmurs before he goes to work, suckling one plush nipple between his lips. Your fingertips comb through his short and fluffy blond locks, nails scratching along his scalp aggressively as pleasure washes over you.

You press your knee forward, connecting between his legs to graze his growing length trapped beneath his black jeans. Against your naked thigh, you can feel the stretch and tightening fabric against his bulge as you begin to press further and further into him until he can’t take it. His mouth pops as he pulls away from your swollen bud, hand coming up to twist and tug your other nipple.

At his straightened height, you can pop the button on his jeans and snake your hand beneath the fabric to graze along his thick length. Another groan escapes his mouth as his forehead nuzzles into the column of your neck. Jake begins sucking on the skin there, distracting himself as your hand squeezes him and begins to nudge his tight jeans down passed his ass.

“Fuck Sunshine,” his voice is deeper than you’d ever heard it and you feel the wetness between your thighs, beneath the silky fabric of your panties. You shove against his chest again and he cups the back of your neck, heaving you along with him until the back of his knees touch the soft fabric of the couch. He falls back, quickly tugging his jeans and briefs down to his ankles to reveal the entirety of him.

Your mouth runs dry, the length of him delectable and throbbing. His head is a swollen red, begging to be touched; to be relieved as he is wound too tight. “See something you like?” his teasing tone pulls you from your daze and you lean down to take him in your mouth. “Uh uh,” Jake’s voice stops you, fingers twining in your curly locks as you climb on his lap.

“Not interested in head?” you crack, a wide grin washing over you as you settle onto his thighs. His length is at the perfect angle against your clothed core, and you can feel the dripping of your wetness. “Didn’t take you as the type.”

“There’s nothing more I’d love to do than fuck your pretty little mouth,” Jake seethes against your bottom lip, tongue grazing. “But I need to feel your wet cunt before I nut like a teenager on their first date.”

“I’m honored I can bring you to your knees so easily,” you kiss him fiercely, hips grinding against him for more friction. He bucks up against you without control, grunting at the contact. He kisses you back with an aggression that caused shivers to run up your spine. His strong hands clench the sides of your flimsy underwear, giving it one strong pull as the ripping sound fills your living room.

You didn’t think that the feeling of him rubbing against your bare cunt could cause stars to appear in your eyes, but you’d never fucked Jake Seresin before. You whimper at the feeling, rising up slightly so that Jake can pump himself a few times, his cock sliding between your soaked lips with ease. “Who goes easily on their knees?” he taunts, as his head swirls along your entrance.

“Please,” you beg, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you gaze down into his eyes. He looks so soft and yet so devious in the same breath, and you’ve never been more turned on in your life. It’s like all your nerves are on fire as you beg again. “Please fuck me, Jake.” And it’s the vulnerability in your voice, the quiver of your lip that should’ve pulled Jake away. Should’ve been the indication that he should stop this, that he shouldn’t take this step and ruin all you both had worked toward.

This eating guilt rang one final alarm in the back of his mind before taking out the batteries and laying silent. The eating guilt that told him he wasn’t enough for you, that he wasn’t the man you deserved.

But Jake Seresin was weak. And so, he pushed his cock up into your entrance with the ease of greeting an old lover, up against your g spot as you meet his hips. You sink down on him with a light moan, your mouth opening as he stretched you out. You pause momentarily as you hit hilt, letting the feeling of fullness wash over you as your hot breath mixes together with his. It feels like heaven.

“You alright,” he peppers kisses along your collarbone as you adjust to the feeling of him, the sweet pressure between your legs soothing as you begin to rock slowly.

“Uh huh,” the noise the only thing falling off your lips as you begin to move against each other deeply, chasing a blooming pleasure within your stomach. You ride him with intention, hands gripping the back of the couch to set a rapid pace.

“God, you feel like heaven,” Jake grunts, pushing up to meet your intensifying movements as waves of pleasure continue to roll straight to your core. “Fuck, you’re so wet.” He cups your cheek as he stares up at you, the goddess you are. His green eyes are sparkling, hooded as he nears completion too early in the night as his thumb pulls at your bottom lip.

You don’t think about it, sucking his digit into your mouth slowly and swirling your tongue around it while you fuck him. When he feels satisfied with your work, he pulls away and his hand comes between your legs to rub along your clit to help you finish. Loud moans and slapping skin fill the space as the coil in your tummy finally snaps and you’re falling over the edge.

He picks up the pace for you, rolling you both so that his left foot grazes along the floor. Jake begins to drill into you with tension, his hips whispering a magic unknown as he works you through your orgasm and driving deeper into your cunt. “Fuck, you feel so good Sunshine,” he grunts as he pulls on of your legs over his shoulder, pumping himself in and out of your wetness as your eyes fall shut in an afterglow of pleasure.

You look beautiful, taking him so well and it doesn’t take long for him to finish, pulling out just in time to finish on your thigh as his hand takes over. His forearm is flexing when you open your eyes, and your fingertips wrap around his cock to drain him. A stream of cum paints your skin as he moans and grunts, until your hand slows and his fingertips cease your movements.

Jake’s breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling as he calms his heartrate. You take a few deep breaths too, sweaty body shivering from the AC air blowing on your sweaty skin. “Well, that was hot,” you say slowly, leaning up on your elbows to stare up at him. Jake grins, a naughty gaze still present as he pumps himself, leaning down to tug off his briefs and wiping his seed from your skin.

He tosses the material across the room slightly and wraps his hand around the base of his cock, squeezing a few times. He’s already half hard again and his other hand is beginning to tickle up your thigh. You jump when his fingertips slide through your soaking wet folds, nerves ablaze as he lays himself between your thighs. “Think you could cum again Sunshine?” he laps at your juices, humming against you. “Want to watch you fall apart on my tongue.”

You eventually make your way to your bedroom and between the sheets, wrapped up in one another so deeply that you were unsure you were on Earth anymore. You fall asleep in a naked heap, glowing and sweaty in the early hours of the morning.

When you wake up, hours later to the blinding sun seeping in through the curtains, you moan in delight. Stretching slightly, your hand skims across the mattress looking for the warmth of your lover but your fingertips come up empty. “Morning,” you groan, eyes peeling open to see an empty spot beside you. A pang of pain runs through your chest but you hold it down, wrapping the sheet along your torso as you sit up in the quiet of your bedroom.

Jake must be in the bathroom, you think to yourself, calming your nerves as you groggily rise from the bed and make your way down the hall. Only to notice the bathroom door open, empty. The same with the kitchen. It isn’t until you peer out your window that a sob racks through your body, your empty driveway staring back at you.

You wheeze, your breath leaving your body as insecurity rolls in waves down on top of you. He’d left. Jake had done the deed and ditched, not even bothering to leave a note – something you would spend all day looking for. He wouldn’t send a text, wouldn’t give you a call. He’d taken all you had and left you broken in his wake, sobbing against your front door in the quick aftermath of the Halloween night.

A/N: My deepest apologies for the trauma of this ending! We needed to ruffle some feathers and cause some pain...Jake's not the best partner yet!

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Mrs. Shelby - Chapter One- Escape (part 1)

This chapter is quite long, it’s going to be in two parts. Hope you enjoy.

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In October 1914, I found myself in Birmingham. The train came to a halt on the platform, and as it did, a person in brown hastily disembarked from the car. I scanned my surroundings cautiously. The platform lay in dimly lit solitude, the air was chilly, so I draped my half-worn cashmere coat around me and hastened forward, my gaze fixed ahead. My hope was to secure a job in Birmingham that would sustain me, putting an end to my northward travels. My intention was to find a place to rest and recuperate for a while before seeking employment. With all the men away at war, the factories surely lacked labor. Ideally, it would be an office job, but upon arriving at a hotel, I discovered a hole had been cut into my wallet, and the coins inside had vanished. The gaping gash, created by a blade, danced in Birmingham's cold breeze, taunting me. The innkeeper's eyes spoke volumes; he clearly regarded me with suspicion, assuming I had ulterior motives. Over the past two weeks of fleeing, I had endured much hardship.

The injustices I'd encountered, unlike any I'd known in the past 15 years, left the Baroness in a melancholic state. I had wanted to unleash my anger, to scold the innkeeper, but considering my current predicament, discretion was the better part of valor. I couldn't risk leaving a lasting impression that might lead to my being taken back to London. So, I swallowed the sharp retort on the tip of my tongue, turned on my heel, and exited with my head held high. It wasn't until I was out of the innkeeper's view that I crouched down on the street, wrapped my arms around my knees, and wept. If my father were still alive, this would never have happened! He had aspired to marry his little princess into No. 10 Downing Street. The memory of Nurse Claire and Sister Mary helping me pack on that night remained vivid. The wet nurse had packed my luggage with nearly all the jewelry and coins I could carry. My pregnant sister Mary had suffered at the hands of her child's father, my illegitimate brother, for concealing my whereabouts. I'll never forget how Nurse Claire clung to me in tears inside the dark closet, preventing me from rushing out. We had held each other in silence while Sister Mary's voice faded into the distance. I would never forget the sight of the bloodstains on the marble floor of Turner House as we hastily departed. Shards of shattered glass glistened under the crystal lamp's glow. We had left in a hurry amid my sister's screams, and Nurse Claire had personally escorted me onto the northbound train. Despite my pleading, she had refused to accompany me, choosing to stay in London. Her brown eyes had been brimming with tears as she'd said, "Live well, miss, live well..." The gnawing hunger in my stomach pulled me from my reverie. I needed to survive, for the honor of Baroness Turner, for Nurse Claire and Sister Mary. Only through survival could I have a future. I wiped away my tears and, after patting myself down, retrieved three chocolate pieces wrapped in gold foil. It was a humble brand available at malls. In the past, we had imported Swiss and Belgian confections, and I wouldn't have touched this variety. But now, with not a penny to my name, I welcomed it gladly. As I unwrapped the chocolate, ready to take my first bite, I noticed a young boy sitting across the street, about the age of my brother, his blue eyes locked onto me and the chocolate coin in my hand. We shared a prolonged gaze from across the street. He was a child, and I, in my desperation, was acting rather childishly myself. Eventually, I made my way over, suitcase in tow, and sat beside him, offering him the unopened chocolates. My intuition told me he was a runaway. To run away at a time like this, he must have been loved and cared for at home. Perhaps he was the little angel I needed to escape my troubles. He accepted the chocolates but seemed in no hurry to open them. I paid him no mind as my hunger overtook me, devouring the chocolate in my hand. "What's this?" he asked softly, eyeing me as I ate. "Chocolate," I replied honestly. "You're lying. The chocolate here doesn't look like that," he retorted, still fixated on the chocolate in his hand. True, even though it was a cheap brand, the glittering wrapping paper had an irresistible allure to children, not to mention the delicious chocolate within. "But this is how they make chocolate in London," I shrugged. "I've tasted better ones, from Switzerland and Belgium. The French are skilled in making chocolate desserts too. We used to have a French chef at home, and his desserts were exquisite." The boy's interest grew with each word I spoke. It was a promising start. "So, can I come to your house?" I feigned regret, "I'm afraid not. We had to let that chef go." The boy's bright blue eyes dimmed at my response, but I quickly added, "But I did learn a few dessert recipes from him. If there's a kitchen, I can make some for you." After some internal struggle, the boy finally stood up, took my hand, and led me to a busier street.

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saw someone do something similar and got motivated lol

I present to you…Albert rates F1!!! ( but they know nothing )

(parentheses is my input)

Oscar Piastri: He’s so me! He kind of looks like a side character in a Disney movie, he looks like the best friend of a Disney original movie whose there for like the first 10 minutes of the movie and then you never see him again. He’s silly.

Lando Norris: He has very strange unexplainable vibes. If he was next to me on a bus I’d scoot away. If he was my Uber driver I would play those “play this if you feel unsafe” audios. He also looks like he’s gonna have a mental breakdown. One curly fry in his normal fries away from ending it all. Probably be really good at the uncanny valley trend ( for some reason ).

George Russell: He looks like a middle school boy. Like an elementary school boy. He looks like when you open Facebook and there’s just a random kid. Looks like he’s the little brother of someone at a pta meeting. He made everyone play airplanes with him at recess. Looks like he’d help an old lady across the street but the wrong way.

Lewis Hamilton: Looks like a Dhar Mann actor. Would go on strike. “So you see…” If you stared at him for too long his eye would start twitching. Would flip if you ask him if he’s okay after that. Would be bandit in that one obstacle course bluey episode where he cheats and throws bluey to win.

Charles Leclerc: If he sneezed too hard his hair would jump off and crawl away. A creature. Polite, but a creature nonetheless. Really nice and great but if he stubbed his toe he’d start speaking in tongues. ( When showed a picture of a younger Charles ): he looks like that kid who cried cause his cat was gonna get sold.

Carlos Sainz: gives off the vibe of the guy who green screens himself onto the TikTok thirst traps. If I was in a coffee shop and he was behind me in line I’d get out of line to get away from him.

Max Verstappen: If there was a Minecraft movie he’d play Steve. Really square ( not sure if that’s a compliment ). Would give up his bus seat to a pregnant mother. Delightful. Would be scared of snap bracelets.

Sergio Perez: ( There was silence for a good minute ). Looks like the male version of “A single mom who works two jobs, who loves her kids and never stops.” Tucks phantom hair behind his ear and bats his eyelashes.

Logan Sergeant: Looks like Preston plays. Looks like he gets called a meow meow on tumblr. Would insist on watching horror movies but then scream and hide behind the couch when anything remotely scary happens. If he smiled really wide all of his molars would be gold teeth.

Alex Albon: He looks like if Mikey from tmnt was a person. Would partake in the trend where people do the spin and their boyfriends run in and grab them. Would have eaten glue as a kid. Gives off square marble vibes. Spoon in the fork drawer. Would also give up his seat to a pregnant mother.

Fernando Alonso: He has the human eyes that dogs have. Wouldn’t scoot away, I would just get nervous everytime he moves. At least once in his life has held out a hat for a penny.

Lance Stroll: Looks like he posts TikTok thirst traps but all the comments are making fun of him. Would turn around and say “so erm…that just happened.” Give the waiter a stink eye if they took too long to get his water. The villain in the Dhar Mann universe. Would be given a shitty redemption arc that doesn’t redeem him.

Esteban Ocon: ( Would have said toxic masculinity but saw the photo of him with the face mask things on ). Looks like he glued his hair back on. Looks like nat the rat from Barbie island princess. Why does he have an eagle? Looks like he was born in 2017 and never left. Also gives off “erm…so that just happened.”

Pierre Gasly: Is he ugly on purpose?

Yuki Tsunoda: I like him! Looks like he’d be mischaracterized by an entire fandom. Would be called “a little bean” and never be able to escape it. Guides an old lady across the street but the right way. Tried an ouija board and got cursed. Would say he’s a pro gamer but only plays fortnite and is kinda bad.

Daniel Ricciardo: Coquette. Looks like he sings the song that goes “Baby lock them doors and turns them lights down low.” Gives off the vibes of the “ROOTBEER” guy. ( when shown one specific picture ) LOOKS LIKE THE THUMB PEOPLE FROM SPY KIDS.

Nico Hulkenberg: Looks like a street interviewer. “Reminds me of Johnny Bravo as well” If Johnny Test was raised in a normal family with good values. Looks like a very distant cousin twice removed of Gordon Ramsey. Unironically listens to Ed Sheeran and plays it REALLY loud. You’d catch him humming “Shape of You” Looks like he’d go to a library solely for picture books. The uncle that only shows up to weddings and gets absolutely wasted. He probably ate his twin in the womb.

Kevin Magnussen: Thought his name was Kevin Magnussy. Is always in pain, even just a little bit. Turned 9 and went “augh my knees…” Eats garnishes off dishes ( forced to specify: grabs them full force with closed fist, gripping it, shoves it into his mouth and then goes back to normal ). If you tried to tell him about your interests he’d go “haha yeah” and walk away. Looks like he’d say “Don’t kill yourself…You’re so sexy haha”

Zhou Guanyu: ( When learning about his cat ) Sweetcorn? That’s cute! Would hear about controversial topics but does not research. He definitely posts fake paparazzi videos. Reminds me of the baby in the sardines commercial in cloudy with a chance of meatballs.

Valterri Bottas: Looks like Bertram. Drinks the ink out of pens ( force to specify: would drink the ink out of pens, you’d come back and ask him where it went, deny involvement but all of the ink would pour out of his mouth ). Looks like he purposefully goes into target and scratches the bottoms of Stanley cups off to give everyone lead poisoning.

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White Collar and Top Gun Fusion

Special Agent for the FBI in the white-collar crimes division Bradley Bradshaw once arrested white-collar criminal Jake Seresin, alias the Hangman.

The Hangman is a charming and sophisticated con artist known as such because he cockily leaves a hangman game on each crime scene (leading to his next theft). However, Agent Bradshaw cracks his hangman code which has allowed him to finally capture the elusive criminal.

(Un)fortunately, his criminal talents in counterfeiting are coveted by the white-collar crimes division. The FBI IceBoss Tom Kazansky strikes a deal with him: serving his remaining four-year sentence as an anklet-wearing consultant to the FBI. Seresin accepts the deal as long as he gets Agent Bradshaw as his handler. (What? The guy has brains and is sweet on the eye –his moustache notwithstanding–, and he likes ‘hem smart and pretty.)

Agent Bradshaw has no choice but to obey his bossdad. He’s thus now working with the infuriating, cunning, and not at all appealing criminal alongside his newly formed white-collar team –Agents Natasha Trace and Bob Floyd. The team has a particularly high solved-cases rate, mainly due to the duo très spécial working together.

FBI consultant Jake Seresin has the time of his life: he lives in a beautiful and richly decorated house with Penny Benjamin, the charming landlady; he wears her late husband’s styled suits and hats; he finds his criminal and genius best friend Javy Machado again and often asks him for help in various FBI cases…

About that…He is surprised how much he likes using his devilishly almost-too-good-to-be-true talents (‘ugh’, says Bradley, every single time) for the other side of the law. His colleagues Trace and Floyd are really nice too: he banters with Phoenix like he would his own sister, and fondly annoys Bob like he would a little brother.

He expects even less to fall for Agent Bradshaw. Bradley. The Hawaiian-shirt-wearing and by-the-book special agent appears to be a little grumpy on the outside, especially with him, but Jake is trying to shatter Bradley’s walls, and he will succeed eventually. They have numerous evening talks during which they share personal details, and pretty much bicker about every possible subject.

Jake also meets the IceBoss’ trophy wife and Bradley’s godfather, Pete (‘Call me Maverick’) Mitchell. Maverick is a mechanic and an engineer, and he does some consultant work when the FBI needs his expertise. These two become thick as thieves, as they have similar minds, and Maverick often invites Jake for dinner (Bradley whines ‘Mav, whyyyyyyyyy?!’ meanwhile Ice is questioning his husband’s –matchmaking–motives…‘Trust me IceBaby, I know what I’m doing.’)

It is Mav who convinces Jake to go for it, because his oblivious godson would never act on his feelings, he’s too cautious (‘Ah. The snug-on-his-perch type’…..‘Well, yeah, but he has his reasons.’). However, Mav is sure he likes Jake because Ice has told him Bradley often comes in his office to rant about Hangman (‘Ice, he’s yet again charming such and such, he’s unprofessional!’… Also Ice has the patience of a saint).

Thus Jake begins wooing Bradley à la Hangman: he leaves him complimentary notes disguised as hangman games on his desk, he delivers perfect art forgeries in Bradley’s effigy (paintings, sculptures, drawings,…) at his home –Bradley’s both scandalised and reluctantly charmed– and, on one memorable occasion, Bradley’s gifted a Carrara-marbled, life-sized and very much naked statue of Jake. He stays speechless for an abnormal amount of time and can’t look Jake in the eye (héhé) for some time. He’ll deny it, but Bradley keeps the statue. Of course, he keeps the statue! Finally, Jake’s last and most romantic move is to offer Bradley a piano he's personally restored! It’s the final straw for Bradley: he jumps him so hard his neighbours call the police to report *suspicious* noise.

[After their “strenuous” activities, Jake asks Bradley if he has succeeded in accomplishing his most spectacular heist.

Bradley: And what would that be?

Jake: Have I finally succeeded in stealing your heart?

Bradley: For a seductive bastard, you are ridiculously corny sometimes…but if you must know. Yeah, you did.]

Once they get their act together, Bradley feels comfortable enough to do some wooing of his own: he serenades Jake with skillful renditions of 'Smooth Criminal' on the piano as well as old romantic ballads.

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