#Document Locker

[todayisafridaynight]

Mine writing about Daigo in his diary laying on his stomach on a bed wiggling his legs like a teenage girl

only for the pages to somehow end up all over kamurocho for kiryu to collect how embarrassing

need mine's diary entries to be on USBs organized by month so you find one from like march 2007 gushing about daigo and how happy he is and how complete his life feels and then there's one from like last week talking about how hes really going to do it this time

[coochiequeens]

A fully intact male walked into a shower with girls and then exposed himself. But that never happens.

The Department of Education (DOE) has opened an investigation into an incident at a Wisconsin school involving a transgender woman student in a locker room with female students.

The Wisconsin Institute for Law and Liberty, a conservative law firm, announced this week that it received a letter from the DOE saying that the department's Office of Civil Rights (OCR) was opening an investigation into a complaint it filed earlier this year involving a transgender student who undressed in front of female students in the Sun Prairie Area School District (SPASD). Newsweek reached out to the DOE via email for comment.

"Following the school's failure to sufficiently address the incident, disregard for parents' concerns, and their stonewalling of an open records request, WILL worked alongside parents of the school district to seek an investigation and remedies from the Department of Education under the Biden Administration," the Wisconsin Institute for Law and Liberty [WILL] said in a press release on Thursday. "The federal government notified WILL that in response to our complaint they are opening an investigation of SPASD."

WILL Deputy Counsel Daniel Lennington told Newsweek on Thursday: "This opening of a formal civil rights investigation is tremendously significant, not only for this case, but as a warning to other schools nationwide that embrace new and untested transgender policies without considering the impact on female students."

According to the WILL, in June, it filed a complaint with the DOE after learning that an 18-year-old transgender woman student undressed in front of four female high school students in a locker room.

"As the girls began to shower, the male student approached them, entered the shower area, announced 'I'm trans, by the way,' and then fully undressed and showered next to the girls," the complaint said. "He was initially turned towards the wall but turned and fully exposed his body to the four girls. He had not transitioned medically and had the physiological appearance of an adult male. Understandably, the girls closed their eyes and tried to hurry up and leave the showers."

Conservatives have continued to slam the LGBTQ+ and transgender community this year after Bud Light partnered with transgender influencer and activist Dylan Mulvaney, with many calling for boycotts and an end to the inclusion of transgender women in female sports.

Many Democrats have shown support for the transgender community, with President Joe Biden recently calling for an end to discrimination against trans individuals and saying: "My Administration ended the ban on transgender Americans serving our country and I signed historic executive action to strengthen civil rights protections for all LGBTQI+ Americans."

In the complaint to the DOE, WILL said that the locker room incident is a violation of Title IX law involving the prohibition of discrimination based on sex.

"Under this law, sex discrimination encompasses sexual harassment, which includes unwelcome conduct so severe that it effectively denies a person equal access to the education program, like the incident that occurred at SPASD," it said.

"WILL claims in this complaint that SPASD discriminated against four freshman girls on the basis of sex. Not only did the district fail to comply with requirements under Title IX, but its policies fail to protect all female students in the district."

The law firm said it previously listened to complaints from parents following the incident, and that the female students initially informed an assistant principal, who was required to notify the Title IX coordinator but failed to do so.

"Over a month after the incident, a principal emailed our client and apologized 'for the incident that occurred' and attached a copy of a 'Restroom and Locker Room Accessibility Guidance' document [Ex. A], which by all accounts was never adopted by the school board," the complaint said. "No one at SPASD contacted the girls to offer supportive measures or an opportunity to file a formal complaint of sexual harassment until after WILL became involved."

A spokesperson for the school district confirmed to WMSN-TV in Wisconsin receipt of the letter from the DOE but didn't comment further.

The letter announcing the investigation by the DOE said the department will remain "neutral," and "will collect and analyze the evidence it needs in order to make a decision."

"We applaud the Department of Education Office of Civil Rights for investigating the allegations made in our complaint, but we all need to wait and see if they take this as seriously as they should," WILL Associate Counsel Cory Brewer said. "We hope this results in answers for parents and families at the Sun Prairie Area School District, but we won't know until we see the results of the investigation."

[leechaeryeonqs-moved]

just had THEE weirdest dream bye

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Sebastian (Pressure) fluff. I need it.

"I gotta ask, do you have personal beef with those Squiddles? Because you sure like harassing them with that light of yours."

"I don't do it on purpose! If that damn Angler stopped killing the lights in every big room, maybe I could see my own hand in front of me!" You scowled up at the sea creature while standing in his humble shop.

Why was Sebastian always taunting you whenever you died to something unexpected..only to act all friendly-like in this place?

Well, you had to be grateful he was the only thing down here that wasn't trying to kill you, and that no other monsters could barge into the shop when you least expect it.

So for once, you could breathe easy..

Until he decided to remind you of those creepy squids who were somehow always in your way.

He must get a kick out of watching you perish.

"Oh of course, blame everybody except yourself." He tsked. "You have more than enough clues on how to survive each creature you encounter...but maybe they should've spoonfed all the details to you instead-"

"I don't need this from you." You huffed. "My damn hands are cramped from holding a locker shut against Pandemonium, Eyefestation gave me a killer headache, nobody bothered to tell me about the people in the walls-"

"And don't forget about those Squiddles, hehe."

Silence.

"Okay, okay. I've had my fun. I'll shut up about them now."

"Thanks. You have any medkits available?"

"Right on my tail, buddy. Hope you got enough data."

"More than enough." As your eyes surveyed the items strapped to his tail, they eventually wandered over to the desk with batteries laying out.

But it wasn't them that caught your interest, but rather the file on the table. 'How curious..is this for a monster I'm gonna meet soon?' You went over to investigate.

"Is the document for sale?"

"Wow, you might be the first to ask me about that and be able to afford it! The others before you barely had enough for a flashlight." Sebastian chuckled, clasping his hands together. "If you're interested, give me a thousand data, and I'll have it ready for you to read when you return to the surface. And don't worry, it's all there. So I won't have to kill you to to reveal any information."

You blinked, realizing what he meant by that as you read the folder's cover and why he was asking so much for it.

Sebastian's Document

Of course, you knew he'd be recognized as a specimen, too, but to be put with Pandemonium, the Anglers, and all those other monsters that tried to eat you alive?

For some reason, it made you frown a little.

"This is your file, and they let you keep it?" You turned back to him.

"...I stole it. And I'm not gonna lie...I regret reading it." He muttered, suddenly looking a bit tense..and sad, even, although he was quick to mask any signs of vulnerability when he realized you were staring. "Anyways, it's a steep price. I'm sure you'd rather spend your assets on-"

"What if I buy it and take it off your hands right now?"

For a moment, his ear fins perked up with surprise, glowing eyes widening. But he was quick to give you a suspicious gaze. "Really? You're that nosey about my lifestory? Pretty weird if you ask m-"

"It's more of a courtesy to you."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"I mean..you look like you're carrying a heavy weight just from that folder being there. You haven't stopped looking at it since I mentioned it." You pointed out, seeing his ears twitch again. "You've always told me "out of sight, out of mind" with the Anglers. Couldn't I say the same about you and that document?"

".....using my own words against me, eh? What're you, a damn psychologist?" He teased, although his words didn't hold as much spite or sarcasm as usual. "But no, you're right. I'd rather forget about it forever. So if you want it that badly, be my guest." His third arm made a grand gesture towards the table. "Just don't get caught parading it around. And don't come crying to me when you realize you needed something else instead of-"

"I won't, trust me." You exchanged the data, taking the folder. "I'll be on my way now. I got a crystal to find."

With that, you began ducking down to renter the vent and continue your journey into the abandoned site-

"Hey."

You paused and looked back at Sebastian, tilting your head as you wondered why he seemed nervous again--wringing his hands together.

"Um..thank you, genuinely..for taking that off my hands." He cleared his throat, sweeping back his dark bangs. "I hope that whatever you find in there doesn't..get in the way of our "partnership". I'd hate to lose my number one customer."

Nodding, you gave him a reassuring smile. "You won't lose my business, Seb. That I promise."

"..now hold on we aren't THAT close to start going by nickna-" He began to snap, but you've already disappeared into the duct. "Aaaand they're gone...hmph..well..least I don't have to worry about that anymore."

Sighing, he looked around the shop, wondering what he should do now.

What you did was certainly a nice gesture.

He only hopes you'll keep your promise and not be afraid of him.

[postgamevibes]

Sleepy Boyfriend

Couch Cuddles

The evening had been long, but at least it ended with something sweet: a movie night with Luke, tucked in on your couch with a blanket thrown over you both. He’d been absolutely wiped after a tough practice, and as the opening credits rolled on your favorite rom-com, you could feel his exhaustion in the weight of his body next to you.

Luke’s head tilted slightly to the side, and you could hear his soft breathing as you snuggled into the warmth of his chest. The movie started off slow, but the sound of his gentle breaths began to lull you, too, despite your best intentions to stay awake.

A few moments passed, and you glanced over to see Luke’s eyes fluttering. “Luke,” you whispered, nudging him. “Stay awake for the movie.”

But he just muttered a soft, almost unintelligible response, and before you knew it, he was out cold. His head slid down your shoulder, and a gentle snore escaped his lips. You couldn’t help but laugh quietly, feeling his body completely relax against you.

With a smirk, you reached for your phone. This was one of those moments you had to document. You took a quick selfie of the two of you Luke, dead asleep, his hair a mess, his lips parted in that cute way he had when he dozed off. You sent the photo to Jack with the caption: “Guess what time it is.”

It only took a few seconds before Jack replied: “Lol, I knew it. He’s like a teddy bear, isn’t he?”

You couldn’t argue with that.

Sighing contentedly, you let him sleep, knowing full well that it wouldn’t be the last time tonight. The movie played on, but you barely paid attention, wrapped up in the warmth of your boyfriend and the comfortable rhythm of his breathing.

***

Locker Room Snooze

The post-game rush had settled, and you found yourself making your way to the locker room to meet Luke. The Devils had pulled off a tight win that night, and you’d been there cheering him on from the stands. Your heart still raced a little from the adrenaline of the game, but you were eager to see him.

When you opened the locker room door, you were greeted with the usual chaos: teammates laughing, shouting, and throwing towels at each other. But among all of them, there was Luke, sitting by his locker with his gear half off and his head propped against the wall.

You couldn’t help but laugh as you approached him. “Luke, you okay?” you asked gently, your voice amused.

He blinked, then gave you a sleepy smile, his eyes heavy with exhaustion. “Yeah,” he mumbled, but then his head tipped forward, and he was out again.

His body slumped forward slightly, and you caught him before he could fall face-first onto the floor. The boys around him snickered.

“Classic Hughes,” one of the guys said with a grin. “You know, you should get him a pillow for after every game.”

You shot them all a look. “I’ve been telling him that for weeks.”

One of the guys, who had a mischievous glint in his eye, took a towel and draped it over Luke like a blanket. “There, perfect. He’s good now.”

“Thanks,” you said dryly, sitting down beside Luke as you brushed his messy hair back. “I don’t know how you do this every game. You’d think after being a pro, you’d at least stay awake long enough to shower.”

But he didn’t stir. Instead, he let out a tiny snore, and you chuckled. His hand instinctively reached for yours, giving it a light squeeze even in his sleep.

“I’ll let you get away with it this time,” you whispered. “But don’t make a habit of it.”

***

Family Dinner Snooze

You’d been dreading this moment all week. Dinner with your family was always a bit chaotic, but tonight, with Luke tagging along, you couldn’t help but feel a little bit nervous. Your parents were excited to meet him of course, they were but you knew that they’d also be keeping an eye on him, checking for how well he meshed with your family dynamic.

Luke, ever the trooper, agreed to join you without complaint. Yet, by the time the main course was being served, he was already starting to show signs of fading.

At first, you didn’t notice. Your aunt was telling an exaggerated story about her gardening mishap, and you were laughing along with the rest of your family when you glanced over at Luke. To your surprise, he was sitting up straight but barely awake, his eyes blinking in slow motion, then closing entirely.

“Luke?” you whispered, nudging him under the table. “Hey, you good?”

His eyes fluttered open briefly. “I’m good…” he mumbled, but before you could stop him, his head tipped to the side and came to rest on your shoulder.

The table fell silent for a moment, all eyes on Luke. Your little cousin giggled and poked Luke’s arm. “He’s sleeping!”

Your mom, ever the understanding one, gave you a knowing smile. “I see why you like him,” she teased, then returned to her conversation as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

“Well, I guess that answers the question of whether he fits in with the family,” you muttered under your breath.

Luke didn’t even stir, and your aunt, ever the sweet one, placed a napkin over his lap like a blanket. “Aw, poor guy,” she cooed, “he’s just tired from the game, let him rest.”

By the time dessert was served, Luke was practically curled up next to you, the picture of serenity. You just shook your head, smiling.

***

Bedtime Rest

Later that night, after your family had all said their goodbyes and you were finally back in your apartment, you sat together in your room. Luke had somehow stayed awake through most of the car ride home, but now that you were both in bed, he was starting to fade again.

He tossed and turned for a few moments, his body slowly relaxing against you. You laughed softly as his head came to rest on your pillow, and he mumbled in his sleep.

“Don’t let me fall asleep on you,” he whispered hoarsely.

You smiled and leaned in to kiss his forehead gently. “No promises, Sleepy.”

He hummed contentedly in response, his body finally giving in to the exhaustion of the day. You lay there beside him, listening to his steady breathing, your heart full.

It was just another night with your sleepy boyfriend, and honestly? You wouldn’t have it any other way.

[lesb0]

A problem inherent to Artemisia scholarship (and to most scholarship of renaissance female painters) is the problem of attribution. So many beautifully well made paintings of many different styles came from her workshop assistants who learned by copying alongside her. she was thankfully very controlling and heavy handed with corrections.

For a long time, the left Mary Magdalene was considered to be the original master copy. But the right was discovered by an Artemisia expert during the pandemic, when professor Jesse Locker saw this version in a private collection. after examining the details like the superior anatomy, the luminousity on marys earrings and perfume jar, and the physically indented notches on the chair air marking how the model was supposed to sit, it was obvious that this is the true original and the Spanish version is a copy!

Artemisia HATED female models. they were too expensive and usually bad at posing. but Virginia de Vezzo, a painter and her friend Simon Vouet's wife, sat for this painting multiple times. So we have documented proof that she was on speaking terms with at least ONE other woman who existed, which makes me really happy!

[haikyu-mp4]

Inexperienced loverboy – Kita x reader wc 749 – f!reader, brother!Suna

Kita should have known Suna would find out at some point. The boy was observant, had sharp eyes and documented everything. So no, the picture Kita was sent of himself talking to you, rolling on his heels and blushing, should not have surprised him.

He stared at the picture, leaning on the door to his locker, heart beating loudly at the simple message from his underclassman under the photo: I see u, loverboy.

Suddenly, your voice cut through the silence. “Kita?”

Kita gasped loudly and clutched his pearls, as they say, not minding the way his phone slipped from his hands and landed on his foot before sliding on the floor. You were sneaky as a fox, just like your brother.

He squatted awkwardly to pick up the phone just as you did the same, making you lightly bump heads. Kita clutched the impact area and snatched up his phone, locking it so you wouldn’t see the incriminating photo.

“My apologies, y/n. My mind was elsewhere.”

You giggled, fixing your hair as you stood up straight. “That’s okay! Your phone didn’t break, did it?”

Kita waved his hand dismissively. “It’s fine. Were you just passing by?”

And as if the horrors were not persistent enough, he looked over your shoulder and found Suna’s head peeking out from the end of the hallway, making his heart rate spike again. He didn’t even catch your answer, looking back down only to find your expectant gaze.

“Sorry, what did you say?”

Your shoulders seemed to sink, a disappointed air enveloping you at his disinterest, which is what it looked like to you. Looking to the side, you cleared your throat and shook your head. “Nothing, I was just saying hi. See you around.”

And Kita watched hopelessly, whole body turning around so his eyes could follow you as you continued down the hallway but not uttering a single word that might salvage the situation.

Kita felt Suna creeping up on his side and sighed. “That’s cold, Mr Freeze.”

“Suna, would you prefer I distance myself from your sister?” he asked, happy that he still had some dignity when talking to his teammate.

“Nah,” the second year said with a noncommittal shrug. “Think she likes you back.”

Kita glanced at him, hoping he didn’t look too hopeful. He wanted to retain some sense of authority despite his obvious pining for a first-year. “That makes me glad.”

“But she’s still my little sister. I’ve got my eye on you.”

Kita watched as another Suna family member walked away from him down the hall, his heart beating the same irregular beat.

“Y/n!” you heard, followed by heavy steps as someone approached you. It would have been slightly frightening had you not recognised that soft voice.

“Kita,” you acknowledged. Your books were clutched to your chest and you tilted your head curiously. Despite his disinterest in you earlier, your crush on the volleyball captain insisted you give it a chance. “Don’t you have practice now?”

“I do, you’re right.” Kita took a moment to smile at how you knew their schedule by heart. “I just needed to ask you something first.”

You visibly perked up, blinking at him in question, hands clammy at the everlasting hope that he would give you a hint of interest. “Is there anything I can help you with?”

Kita had to take a calming breath as he felt your analytical gaze on him, hypnotising and reminding him of your family name. “Would you let me- no.” His brows furrowed in confusion at his own hesitation. “If you want to- no, that’s worse.”

Biting the inside of your lip, your gaze sharpened even further. Kita had to look away, lest his heart leap from his chest. Asking someone out was not something he practised every day, and he felt very out of his element.

Cue your brother sneaking around the corner, holding up his phone, which flashed with huge red letters: Can I take you out on a date?

“Can I take you out on a date?” Kita read, looking back at you with his lips pursed. “Please.”

You jumped slightly in place, giggles preceding your answer. “Of course!”

Kita’s lungs finally gave way to new oxygen and he nodded with a relieved grin. “Yeah? Great! Okay, I need to head to practice, but tomorrow?”

“You got it!”

Suna sent him a thumbs up before jogging away from you two, shaking his head with a smirk.

You owe him now.

masterlist

requested by @dogdolor for my event, anything for you <3

[thinkingotherwise]

Bofurin my new beloved.

Ways of loving

- five ways to show love, between you and the Wind Breaker characters.

First are the more notable first years (Sakura, Nirei, Suou, Sugishita, Kiryu, Tsugeura) and our dear Kotoha.

Second and Third years

1. Words of Affirmation

Haruka Sakura - admitting love through phone when classmates can hear

You and Haruka were talking on the phone, you just had to talk with him about the depressing mood you found yourself in following the awful morning, knowing well enough that he could motivate you and make you feel much better. After talking almost the whole break your mood got a lot better and knowing that you would meet with him later on seemed to pick you up on its own.

Sakura didn’t mind you calling him and talking about your or his problems but there was always a moment he dreaded the most. No matter how many times you were talking on the phone he tried to go as far away from his classmates as he could. He loved you, he really did and wanted to tell you that even though it took so much confidence from him, but saying so in front of others was on a whole new level, which he wasn’t yet ready for. And so the whole time you guys were talking he was crouching behind one of the buildings to keep as much privacy as he could.

“Okay then, I’ll see you after school. Love you Haru.” You said sweetly and his ears coloured pink at the nickname you always called him.

“Love you more (N/n).” He replied trying to be suave with his wavering voice but then he heard the laughing and it wasn’t coming from his phone.

Sakura quickly stood up and looked back to be face to face with his whole classroom in the windows listening in on his conversation with you.

“Oh, I love you.” Kiryu started drawing out the words in a joking matter.

“Don’t worry (N/n), we will cuddle later on.” Takanashi said and started cuddling Kakiuchi who in return patted his head.

“No, love you more.” Suou joined in and later on a few more guys jokingly mocked the conversation they heard their class captain having.

Sakura felt himself boiling up, his face got all red and he wasn’t sure if it was because he was nervous and embarrassed or because he wanted to beat the hell out of the guys.

“Is everything alright, Haruka?” You questioned worriedly hearing a lot of voices from Sakura’s side.

“I-it’s fine, the idiots from my class were just listening in, clearly they want a beating.” He said firstly nervous but then his eyes darkened at the classmates.

“We will talk later, love you bye.” Sakura added and quickly hung up placing his phone back in the pocket.

He then turned fully to the guys.

“You better run.” He run up the wall and started climbing through the window to get to them as they started running away while screaming and yelling.

2. Acts of Service

Kyotaro Sugishita - doting on you during everyday activities

Filling the documents for your school club took so much of your attention that you didn't hear the people around you gasp and murmur about the moody boy standing in front of the clubroom. Only when one of your friends nudged you with their elbow did you look up and notice that everyone stared at the long-haired boy speaking to your club president.

You smirked at how uncomfortable Kyotaro looked and started packing your things. It was endearing that even though you told him he could wait outside, knowing that he didn't like socializing, he still came inside your school and even to your clubroom just to get you and walk you home.

"Can you just tell me why you are here?" Your president asked interrogating Kyotaro and you stepped beside them first turning towards you boyfriend in acknowledgment.

"Hi there Kyotaro." Then you turned towards your president. "I'll be leaving now, I'll fill the documents home and bring it to you tomorrow." You informed before grabbing Kyotaro's hand and pulling him through the halls and to your locker.

Changing your shoes Kyotaro held out his hands towards you to make it easier for you and you gladly took it. Leaving some books behind you closed the locker and followed after your boyfriend, outside the school and on the way to your home.

While walking home you got thirsty and when you reached for the juice you had in your bag you were saddened as you saw it was empty.

"Oh, it's empty." You looked inside the bottle looking at it as if it would make it full again.

A few seconds later a freshly opened bottle of tea appeared in front of you.

"Here." Your boyfriend held it in your sight.

"Huh?" You were slightly confused but when he took the empty bottle from your hands and replaced it with the new one you smiled at him.

He put the empty bottle inside his bag while you took a few sips of the tea.

"Thanks Kyotaro." You said and kissed the underside of his jaw.

Kyotaro's breath hitched at the action you just pulled. He grabbed your bag and went a few steps in front of you so that you wouldn't notice the blush on his cheeks. Your smile grew and you ran up to him to walk beside him towards your home.

Taiga Tsugeura - piggyback rides when you're tired

You were used to spending your evening with Taiga in the Muscle Power Establishment. You frequently went out with your boyfriend and most of the time it was to go to his favourite restaurant. You usually picked up one of their drinks trying to test each flavour, while Taiga was eating some high-protein meals after his training.

This evening, you had some blackberry protein shake and you sipped it through the straw. Your boyfriend sat in front of you finishing his banana pound cake as you listened to him telling the stories of recent events happening around the town.

You had your chin propped on your hand observing your enthusiastic partner. But even though his voice was always so energetic you found yourself slowly blinking more and more often with time passing.

As you started yawning, Taiga noticed your tired expression and sleepy gaze. He finished his food and started gathering his things.

“Come on, (Y/n), let’s go home.” His voice was softer when he stood beside you and you turned to him not even noticing when he came to your side of the table.

“Hmm.. oh okay then.”

The two of you said bye to the owner of the small restaurant and started your way home. Moving slowly you bumped into Taiga's side with every other step and he eyed you worriedly hoping you wouldn't hurt yourself. It wasn't common for you to be so tired after a long day and he was concerned if you would make it home.

As another yawn left your mouth you felt Taiga grabbing your hand and stopping before you. He smiled at you before squatting down.

“Go on, I’ll take you home.”

“You sure?” You asked looking at him and he sent another smile your way from behind his shoulder.

“Don’t worry, I can see you're tired. Besides, it’s like additional training for me.” He said trying to comfort you that he'd be alright.

You nodded and moved to his back. As you tried to position yourself more comfortably for him he stood up and bounced you on his back keeping a firm grip on your legs. Your hands immediately moved around his neck and your head fell on his shoulder.

"Taiga careful." You said near his ear and he laughed at your words.

"Sorry, sorry, are you comfortable now?"

"Yes, please tell me when you get tired, okay?" You asked but you knew he wouldn't tell you, still he confirmed with a nod and started walking in the direction of your home.

You felt so comfortable and warm leaning against his back that you soon closed your eyes. Taiga only noticed you fell asleep when he felt your head weighing on his shoulder. He squeezed your legs and continued towards your house with a smile, happy that he could help you when you were so exhausted.

3. Gift-Giving

Mitsuki Kiryu - giving him hair accessories and styling each others' hair

The fact that Mitsuki easily lost his pins was obvious to you and you were always carrying some spare ones in your pockets. In addition, whenever you were shopping and caught eye of some pretty hair accessories, that would suit him, you immediately bought them. With how many times that already happened, Mitsuki was used to receiving small gifts from you.

"Oh! These hairpins would match with the new cardigan Mitsu has." You muttered to yourself as you noticed the display in the shop you passed by.

Immediately you went in and looked through their accessories picking a few that you knew your boyfriend would like. With your hands full you went to the checkout and paid for everything, getting a small gift bag and placing everything inside.

You made your way towards your boyfriend's home with the package tightly held in your hand. As soon as you were close you sent him a message and when you rung the doorbell, the doors opened to Mitsuki who sleepily welcomed you and kissed your cheek.

Your smile grew and a small laugh left your lips as your eyes met his bedhair.

"Did I wake you up?" You asked as you sat down on the couch next to him.

His head fell on your shoulder and he shook his head.

"Not really, it was time to wake up anyway." Then his eyes followed to your hand and the small package.

"What's that? Did you find some new hairpins?"

"Yes." Your voiced echoed happily and he straighten up.

He took the gift you gave him and opened it checking the contents, he took everything out and laid it on the couch between you two. His fingers followed and touched each hairpin as he hummed to himself appraising them.

"Thanks, (y/n)." His lips met yours for a quick peck and you smiled in return.

"Would you like me to do your hair? We can use the new hairpins."

"Sure, babe. I'll go get the hairbrush." He said and quickly went to his room to collect the brush and comb.

When he came back he sat between your legs on the carpet. You then grabbed the brush from his hands and started running your fingers between his tresses as the hairbrush followed after. His hair was so soft and nice to touch you loved doing his hairstyles, especially after he confirmed that it felt really nice to have you play with his hair.

You spent the next couple of minutes pampering him and running your fingers through his hair styling it the way he usually wore it and putting a little too many hairpins in wanting to use as much of the ones you bought as you could.

4. Quality Time

Akihiko Nirei - thrift shopping together

You were searching through the aisles in the thrift shop looking for something that you or your boyfriend would like. It was like a habit of yours by now, every other week you'd visit some second-hand shop trying on different things and spending time together.

Moving to the next clothes hanger you noticed two colourful shirts, similar in style and kind of toned down on the patterns.

"They are perfect." You muttered to yourself and took them not even checking the size.

You then marched towards the changing rooms and knocked on one of the doors.

"Yes?" A familiar voice replied and you slowly opened the doors.

"I found the best thing ever, Aki look." Your voice echoed in the small fitting room and you shoved the two shirts in front of you.

Nirei straightened up after rolling up his pants he already noticed the shirts in the mirror but he still turned around and took one of the shirts, which was closer to his size, in his hands.

"It has nice colours, but why two?"

Your smile grew on your face as if waiting for that question. You bounced once on your feet as Akihiko took off his button-down to try on the one you brought.

"Well, it's pretty obvious. One is for you and the other one is for me." You said and he stopped when he put his hand inside the sleeve and your eyes connected in the mirror.

You observed his frozen posture and giggled as he stood in his T-shirt and half-dressed shirt. Hearing your words and giggles his face flushed red.

"Matching outfits." He softly whispered and you heard him only because of the close proximity to him.

"Yes, wouldn't it be cool?" You said as he slowly continued trying on the cloth.

"If you don't want to it's fine." You added and moved towards him to straighten the collar of the shirt and he watched your hands move.

"You look really good in this shirt, Aki."

He smiled at your compliment and muttered a small "Thanks."

"And I wouldn't mind if you were matching clothes with me." He added turning his head away from you trying to hide the red on his face but you could see it in the mirror making your smile grow fondly.

"Here, put on your jacket as well." You add taking the jacket he came in and he quickly put it on.

"Do I look like a bad boy in these clothes?" He questioned shyly looking at the mirror inside the changing room and fidgeting with the shirt.

"My handsome vigilante." Your lips touched his cheek and his eyes never left yours in the mirror while a small smile appeared on his face.

You then quickly put on the other colourful shirt and stood next to him, how lucky that it matched you perfectly. He showed you a double thumbs up meaning he also liked it on you.

"Come on my handsome bad boy, let's go pay for the clothes and go for some melon soda." You mentioned while taking off the shirt and he followed taking the clothes he chose and making your way towards the cashier.

Kotoha Tachibana - gardening together

Knowing how much Kotoha loved plants and you having a little free time decided to start gardening which seemed like a great way to relax and spent more time with her. She taught you a lot of things about the plants, including naming each plant you found cute and wanted to buy.

Every time Kotoha visited you, she knew you'd show off one of the plants you bought with her. But she didn't mind, she found your interest in one of her hobbies as a great and sweet gesture.

"Look at the lemon we bought last week, it already started to grow little lemons, so cute." You said excitedly bringing the big pot from the ground and holding it in front of you so she had a better view and didn't need to bow down.

"It seems like you're taking good care of it." She ran her fingers up some of the leaves and smiled at you.

"Of course, you were the one who taught me that."

You put the lemon down and took her hand walking a little further and onto the balcony.

"But the tomatoes are not doing that good." Your face fell and Kotoha thought she saw the imaginary puppy ears on your head drop down.

She stepped a little closer and crouched beside you examining the seedlings.

"Nah, I think they're good."

"They are nowhere as nice as the ones Umemiya-san has on his rooftop."

"Don't worry, you're doing great. Besides, I like your plants more." Your smile immediately got bigger and your eyes glimmered in happiness.

"Maybe don't mention it to Ume, because he'd be crestfallen." She added shortly after.

"Don't worry, your secret is safe with me." You saluted her jokingly making her chuckle.

After drinking some tea and talking about your days, Kotoha proposed to help you with your Chamaedorea, which needed a bigger pot. The two of you moved towards the balcony where you already had the soil and a bigger pot ready. She crouched beside you and started instructing you on replanting the greenery that was becoming bigger and bigger with each month passing.

"Here." Kotoha took off her glove and swiped the little patch of soil from your cheek as soon as you were finishing the replanting.

"You have a little dirt on your face."

"Thank you." You smiled brightly at her and patted the ground in the pot.

"No problem, cutie." She kissed the tip of your nose and you flushed surprised.

Yes, taking gardening as a hobby was such a good idea.

5. Physical Touch

Hayato Suou - handholding anywhere and everywhere, no matter who sees it

The most surprising thing about Suou after you started dating him was his touchiness. To say that this characteristic of your seemingly stoic and calm boyfriend shocked you is an understatement.

At the beginning of your relationship you were baffled and so so flustered whenever it happened. Of course, you just weren't used to it and as time passed by you became more confident in sharing physical contact with Suou.

You took every chance you got to cuddle with him on the couch, be it studying or drinking some new tea, and you especially loved holding hands with him or just playing with his fingers.

Now, the only thing you were still trying to get used to was PDA. You were still quite hesitant to show off your relationship, especially in front of big crowds but somehow you found yourself marching through the street hand in hand with Suou.

He was talking about this new tea blend that he bought and promised to make it for you as soon as you got back and you smiled at him saying thanks.

Suddenly your talk got cut off by some strangers that came to you.

"Hello, we are doing some street interviews in English and were wondering if you'd like to answer some questions." The girl pointed at the camera as she spoke to you.

Seeing that you instantly tried to let go of Suou hand and hide in embarrassment but he just chuckled at you and tightened the grip on your hand.

"Sure, no problem." He said confidently and you hit his biceps.

"Suou, why?" You whined and he patted your head with his free hand before turning back to the girl.

"So let's start." She switched to English and you tried to hide behind Suou but you only got to partially stand behind his left side while you became flustered at the thought of people on the internet seeing you.

Answering question after question Suou tried to include you too and when you got nervous he would caress your hand with his thumb while holding it tightly.

As soon as you finished and said bye to the two strangers you pulled on his hand and continued towards his home.

"You did really good, darling." He said leaning towards you and placed a quick kiss on your cheek making you shiver at the contact and you quickly hid your smile behind your free hand.

[daisynik7]

Rub You the Right Way

Pairing: Choso x f!reader

Rating: Explicit – MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Word Count: ~4.1k

cw: female reader, 2nd-person POV, explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut – oral sex (cunnilingus, fellatio), hand job, face-riding, face-fucking, use and mention of sex toys, cum eating

Summary: You've always been cordial with your shy next-door neighbor Choso. One day, you receive the package you've been expecting, finding out a little too late that it isn't your package at all; it's his. What you find inside makes you wonder that maybe your sweet and quiet neighbor has wild side, one you’re curious to see for yourself.

Author’s Notes: First Choso fic! Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are not expected but always appreciated. Consider this my unofficial return from hiatus. Enjoy! Divider by the wonderful and super talented @/cafekitsune!

part 7 of to all the boys who live next door anthology series

The trek home from the office is especially grueling today. Your backpack is heavy with a clunky work laptop that’s been due for an upgrade along with a pile of documents that need to be reviewed ASAP. One hand carries the dinner you bought at the station while the other hoists a heavy bag of groceries you picked up during lunch, thinking it would be productive to get as much of your errands done today before hunkering down for the weekend to do a job that doesn’t pay you enough to work overtime. 

You eventually arrive to your apartment complex, making one more necessary pit stop to the mail room. Inside, you recognize the distinct pink-hair of the boy standing in front of the lockers. He’s your next-door neighbor’s younger brother who visits from time-to-time. “Hi Yuji!” you beam at him. 

He turns to face you, eyes crinkling happily as he smiles. “Hey! How’s it going?”

You drop your bags to open your own locker. “I’m alright. Got a busy weekend working. And you?”

He kneels down towards the boxes in front of him. “Same, except studying for exams.”

“Are you picking up your brother’s packages?” It’s a well-known fact by now that Choso isn’t fond of leaving his apartment or interacting with people in general. It doesn’t bother you though; he’s a great neighbor who barely makes a peep. Never has he ever rubbed you the wrong way, despite his reclusive nature. Sometimes, through his brother, he’ll give you an offering of cookies from the batch he baked that week. On the days you’re working overtime, he’ll send Yuji to check in on you, making sure you’re not too stressed or overexerted. And on the rare occasion that the two of you meet face-to-face, either entering or leaving the apartment at the same time, your heart skips just the tiniest beat at how his face softens when you greet him with a smile. From these tiny gestures alone, you’ve determined that Choso Kamo is a sweetheart. Quiet, but most importantly, a sweetheart.

Yuji slides the stack out from Choso’s locker, answering you. “Yup. I also had some stuff delivered here, so I figured I’d just grab everything.”

You stare at the small package in your own locker, evaluating how you’re going to carry it to your room in one trip. There’s no space in any of the bags and you’re almost convinced that you can balance it on top of your head as if you actually possess the proper skills to do so (you don’t). “Need help?” Yuji chuckles. Before you answer, he grabs it, placing it on top of a box similar in size on his stack.

“Thank you so much!”

As the elevator rides to the third floor, you continue to chat casually with Yuji. The two of you walk to your neighboring rooms and when he reaches for his keys, the stack topples over, the boxes now strewn across on the hallway floor. He blushes, collecting them hastily back into a neat pile. “I’m sorry, I hope there isn’t anything fragile in there.” He quickly slides you a box, avoiding your gaze to hide his embarrassment. 

It's new office supplies you ordered for your workstation at home, so you hardly care even if there is a bit of damage done. “Don’t worry about it, it’s all good,” you assure him, using your foot to push it towards your front door. “Thank you for your help, Yuji. Tell your brother I say hi.”

“Will do. Have a good night.”

Finally home, you drop all your belongings, letting out a relieved sigh. One-by-one, you put everything away: the groceries in their appropriate places, your lukewarm dinner in the microwave, and all your work junk on the dining table, where you’ll be sat at for most of this weekend starting tomorrow. You save the package for later, planning to refill your supplies tonight so you don’t have to worry about it the next morning.

You soon find out that something even better is waiting for you inside. 

~~~

Choso is sprawled on the couch, too lazy to cook dinner. He ordered delivery from Yuji’s favorite pizza joint a few blocks away, which should be arriving any minute now, according to his calculations. When he hears the door open, he sits up, watching his brother enter with a tower of boxes in his hands. “I don’t remember ordering that much stuff,” he grumbles, standing up to help him. 

“Most of these are mine. I think only this one is yours.” Yuji passes him a small box, which Choso quickly grabs to toss into his room, hoping to avoiding any questions about it. Truth be told, the contents of that box is way too embarrassing to explain to his precious baby brother. Inside is the sex toy he recently purchased online. It’s essentially a silicone cock sleeve, open on both ends for simple clean-up, made entirely of pliable material for ease and comfort. To put it simply, it’s a fleshlight. A state-of-the-art, new and improved fleshlight, he would like to emphasize. He’s been looking forward to using it all week and once Yuji leaves tonight, he’s going to give it a proper test run until he’s a puddle in the sheets. 

It’s been a while since Choso’s been intimate with someone other than himself. A few bad breakups and past betrayals have led him to distrust most people outside of his intimate circle. The unpredictable nature of people, strangers, is frightening to him, so it’s better to avoid them completely. He has the luxury of working a job that’s fully remote, and aside from his brothers and the few colleagues he is forced to converse with periodically, it’s easy for him to remain a recluse, and he’s perfectly content with that. As for his sexual needs, he’s managed to make it this far in this drought thanks to sex toys and pornography. And while he’s aware that it’s not the most glamorous lifestyle, it works for him. 

“By the way, your neighbor says hi,” Yuji mentions, opening his packages one-by-one. “She came into the mailroom.”

Choso says your name in the form of a question to clarify, though he’s certain of the answer. The only other human contact he has outside his circle is with you, his next-door neighbor. He doesn’t leave the house much, but on the occasion he does, he always hopes it’s you he runs into. He often worries that one day, you’ll realize what a pathetic loner he is and stop showing him that gorgeous smile of yours. So far, that hasn’t happened yet, so he cherishes those tiny moments every chance he gets. Something about that smile, something about you, makes him feel good. Safe.  

“Yup,” Yuji confirms. “She had her hands full, so I helped her carry a package.”

Before Choso can inquire any further, there’s a knock on the door, signaling the arrival of their pizza. After thanking the delivery man, the two gather at the dining table, ready to dig into their dinner. Choso listens intently as Yuji laments on his weekly occurring university woes with a mouth full of pepperoni and sausage. As much as he adores his younger brother, he’s eager for his departure so he can have alone time to break in his new toy.

At eleven, without a crumb left of the pizza and the recycling bin filled with flattened cardboard boxes, Yuji finally announces that he’s leaving. He stuffs his newly delivered items, which includes textbooks, notepads, and a bunch of miscellaneous items, in his bag. “I’ll see you next week, bro. Take care of yourself,” he says, squeezing his big brother into a warm embrace. There’s always the smallest hint of concern in his voice whenever he leaves like this. Does he worry about him? For living a life of seclusion, constantly in fear of the outside world? Sure, it may sound lonely. In fact, it is lonely. But it’s easier to stay safe in the comfort of his own home than risk being hurt from the unknown. It’s better this way…isn’t it?

Choso muses on his brother’s parting words in the silence of his apartment for much longer than he intends to. He decides that the best way to keep him from spiraling further is a distraction, and that means fucking himself silly into temporary bliss until he knocks out for the night. Hidden away in various drawers of his bedroom are a plethora of options to choose from: vibrators, masturbators, cock rings, even the sex doll tucked deep in his closet. Tonight, however, is all about his shiny new toy. Pristine and untouched for him to ruin as much as he wants. He picks it up from the floor, ripping the tape off quickly, too impatient to inspect the exterior for any potential damage. When a stapler drops, almost hitting his feet, he stares down at it, confused. Thinking it’s a weird bonus item the sex shop has sent him, he chuckles nervously, still searching. Each item he uncovers leaves him more and more baffled: a container of paper clips, a wad of sticky notes, bundles of red pens, another fucking stapler. Finally, he checks the shipping label ripped partially from his haste, whatever color remaining on his face draining completely. 

This isn’t his. It’s yours.

Which means…

By the way, your neighbor says hi. She came into the mailroom.

She had her hands full, so I helped her carry a package.

Oh fuck. 

~~~

It’s near midnight when you’re ready to turn in for the night. You almost forget about the box sitting idly on the floor by your shoes, exactly where you left it a few hours ago. With your computer all set up for work tomorrow, you think it’s best to organize your new supplies before you actually do forget. At your desk, you open the package with a pair of scissors, excited for the new staplers you bought, a standard one and a heavy duty one. It’s surprising how neatly it’s wrapped, covered in tissue paper like some sort of gift. After removing all the extra layers, you finally get to the reveal, which renders you speechless.  

Nestled neatly amongst more delicate tissue paper, the translucent material almost luminous against the dim glow from the lamplight, is a sex toy. Call it what you want: a penis stroker, a male masturbator, a pocket pussy. There’s absolutely no doubt in your mind what is before you. A fucking fleshlight.

Besides the obvious appearance, the dead giveaway is the user manual included with it, displaying in big, bold print “The Cock Stroker 3000 – New and Improved!”. Lifting the box up to inspect the shipping label, you notice that it says Choso’s name, not yours. If you weren’t so stunned by this unexpected discovery, you’d be giggling at the absurdity of it all. Instead, you’re gawking at the lewd gadget, unsure what to do next. 

“Fuck!” 

An intense shout from the other side of the wall snaps you out of it. That’s the loudest you’ve ever heard your neighbor, and you can only assume that he has also just realized this unfortunate mix-up. There’s no way the two of you can pretend this isn’t happening. Besides, the last thing you want is for Choso to think you have a bad impression of him after this. Because you don’t, not one bit. It’s perfectly normal for people to have sex toys. In fact, it’s healthy. Even the thought of him using it on himself intrigues you. The hungry expression on his face, tongue lolling out of his mouth, those usually pale cheeks blushing a deep red. The obscene squelch of the wet silicone surrounding his engorged cock, leaking with precum. Closer and closer to the edge, ready to burst any second with your lips near the tip, ready to swallow his load…

You almost curse out loud yourself, ashamed for having such lewd thoughts about your sweet, innocent next-door neighbor. But maybe he’s not as innocent as you think.

Ultimately, you decide the best way to move forward from this is to nip it in the bud. With the opened package in your hands, you walk over to his front door, knocking three times. You hear a faint, “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” from within, then hurried footsteps growing louder. Without removing the chain lock, he answers, peering at you through the narrow crack, not saying anything.

Nervous, you greet him with the best smile you can muster. “Hi Choso. I think there was a little mix-up.”

He clears his throat before mumbling a short, “Yeah.”

You glance away from him, staring at the floor, too embarrassed to meet his gaze for this next part. “I opened it without checking the label first. I’m so sorry.”

He shuts the door suddenly, startling you. There’s the distinct rattle of the chain being fiddled with and the door swings open fully, Choso towering over you, a serious expression on his face. He shows you a box, revealing all the office supplies you ordered earlier in the week. Without saying another word, you do the exchange, anticipating that this will be the end of it. 

It surprises you when he apologizes quietly, focused on the small space separating you. ���I’m sorry you had to see that.” He hides it behind his back, as if doing so will erase the image of it from your memory. “You must think I’m disgusting.”

You shake your head, ignoring the instinct to step closer and comfort him with a hug. The last thing you want to do is cross even more lines tonight. “I don’t, not even the slightest. It’s okay, Choso. This is totally normal and totally fine.”

“You don’t have to say that – ”

“But I mean it! I really do! There’s nothing wrong with it!” Desperate for him to believe you, you confess, “I have sex toys too, plenty of them!”

This time, he actually looks at you with a mixture of intrigue and skepticism. “You don’t have to lie for my sake.”

“I’m not lying!” you urge him. 

He retreats inside his apartment, speaking once again through the crack. “I appreciate you trying to make this better, but I think it’s best that we never speak again. Goodnight.”

With that, he shuts the door, leaving you with a lump in your throat, devastated. In your frenzied attempt to fix this, you return to your room, searching your bedside drawer for your favorite vibrator. If words aren’t enough to convince him, then maybe actual proof will. Without taking a moment to reconsider the hole you’re digging yourself deeper and deeper into, you pound on his door, the sex toy clasped in your other hand. 

When he answers, you shove it in his face, vindicated that you can prove your point with physical evidence. “See? I told you! I have toys too, so there’s nothing for you to be ashamed about.”

He squints at the vibrator squeezed in your fist as if inspecting it like a foreign object. “That’s it?”

You glare at him, offended by his response. “What do you mean?”

He tilts his head to examine it at another angle. “There’s only one button.”

“One button is all I need,” you argue, defensive about your favorite being criticized. “Sure, it’s small, but that’s what I like about it. It fits comfortably in my hand and with just a single push of the button, I can experience three different levels of intensity. What more do I need?!” 

He smirks, amused at your rambling. “I just don’t see how something this simple can be useful, that’s all.”  It’s the closest to a smile you’ve seen from him; it has your belly fluttering. 

You hold back a laugh. “I bet it packs more of a punch than that Cock Sucker 2000 or whatever.”

“3000,” he corrects, grinning, causing your heart to race. “I haven’t tried it yet, but it’s the best on the market right now.” He hesitates, his next words coming out of his mouth slowly, testing the waters. “Maybe you can show me what your little toy can do. Prove me wrong.”

You never expected this from him, but that’s what makes this exciting. All you can think of in this moment is showing him just how wet you can get. “Fine,” you agree, stepping towards him. “But only if you show me what your little toy can do, too.”

~~~

Never in a million years did Choso predict that this would be the outcome of your bizarre mix-up. You, his next-door neighbor, on his bed, naked from the waist down. Your t-shirt riding up your stomach with your legs split apart, the cute vibrator you love so much pressed to your clit. He kneels in front of you, too transfixed at the erotic sight before him to give attention to the erection strained in his sweatpants. 

“You’re next,” you say, glancing at his lap.

He nods, all the confidence he had just a few minutes ago when he initially proposed this idea thrown out the window. Now, he’s back to being his nervous self, afraid to be vulnerable with someone he barely knows. 

You set the vibrator beside you, closing your legs. “Are you okay?”

He’s frozen, tempted to call the whole thing off. Go back to being neighbors and nothing more. Go back to being lonely Choso and pathetic Choso, who’s scared of everyone and everything  and – 

“Hey.” It’s only now he realizes that the two of you are face-to-face, foreheads pressed, noses touching. Your voice is gentle, your palms soft on his cheeks. You smile at him, full of warmth and compassion. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

“It’s been a while since I’ve been with someone,” he admits. “I’m nervous.” A myriad of what-ifs play out in his head. What if he’s bad? What if you don’t like it? What if this ruins whatever sliver of hope the two of you have at being friends? At being anything more? 

“We’ll go slow then,” you assure him, brushing your lips to his. That genuine smile of yours is enough to convince him that it’s worth the risk. That, and how fucking good it feels to have your mouth on his. He closes his eyes, leaning into the kiss, relishing the warmth of your breath. He finds himself gradually losing control of his inhibitions, his carnal instincts taking over, hungry for more of you. He slips his tongue inside, swirling around yours, kisses growing frantic and sloppy. You tug at the collar of his shirt, pulling him towards you. His heart pounds in his chest as he roams your body, fingers grazing your perked nipples from outside your top. You whisper his name, so luscious and sweet in your voice. He’d be lying if he said he’s never imagined it before. How you’d sound whimpering from his touch. How you’d feel between his massive hands. How you’d look with his cock filling you up to the brim.

He can’t stand it anymore. He’s aching, begging for release from the confines of his pants. Quickly, he removes them, freeing his throbbing erection. You gasp, marveling at the size of it. “Oh fuck, Choso. You’re so big.”

“Yeah?” he breathes out, fumbling for the Cock Sucker 3000 beside him. He slathers a generous amount of lube on his shaft and inside the toy. Foreheads pressed together once more, you both focus on his lap, watching it sink smoothly down his dick. The coldness of the lube and rubbery flexibility of the silicone surrounding him is familiar, though having someone spectate makes this all the more titillating. 

“Fuck,” you swear, amazed at how it covers his entire length. You ogle at him as he starts slowly, eventually increasing to a steady pace. Your pussy flutters, incredibly aroused to see this man pumping his cock in front of you. For you.  

“Do it with me.” His gaze flickers to the vibrator beside you. “You should feel good too.”

You spread your legs, displaying your cunt to him, already sopping wet with arousal. His eyes follow your every move as you tease the tip slowly up and down your pussy lips. Finding the right spot on your clit, you place your finger on the button of the toy, bracing yourself for what’s to come. As soon as you press it, the vibrations from level one alone are enough to send you wild. Knees shaking, feet flexing, moans pouring out of your open mouth. He continues to watch you, restraining his grunts as he strokes himself faster. Desperate for more, you click the button twice, increasing the vibrations to the max level. Within seconds, you’re coming, back arched and head thrown into the pillows behind you. Tossing the vibrator aside, you stare up at the ceiling, dizzy and disoriented from your ecstatic high, pussy shiny with your orgasm. Choso’s voice is so faint, you don’t understand him at first. You sit up to face him, waiting for him to repeat himself. 

“Can you ride my face?” he asks meekly. 

More than willing to accept his request, you nod in response, grinning. His expression relaxes and when you lean nearer to him, palm pressed flat on his chest, he even cracks a smile as he’s lies down on the bed, eager to have you like this. You straddle him, facing away from the headboard while his head rests at the foot of the bed. Carefully, you lower yourself until his mouth is pressed to your pussy. His tongue circles your clit slowly and he releases his grip from his toy to hold onto your ass, squeezing the soft flesh firmly. You don’t take your eyes off each other as you rub yourself across his face, his mouth open, swallowing every drop of you. When you reach your second orgasm, you’re practically bouncing on him as he smothers himself deeper, humming in satisfaction as he sucks hard on your clit, flicking it with his tongue. 

You lift yourself off him, spent and completely wrecked. Still, you want to touch him, treat him as well as he treated you, make him come as hard as you did. You position yourself between his thighs, admiring the silicone sleeve hugging his dick. “Your turn.”

Sitting up on his elbows, he watches as you grab hold of the toy, stroking him with it. He moans, tongue hanging of his mouth, drool leaking from the corners of his lips, eyes half-lidded. His moans turn into whimpers when you start cradling his balls with your other hand, his body twitching from the sensation. The tip peeks out from the other end, a thick wad of precum collecting at the slit, so enticing that you’re salivating for a taste.

“Your mouth,” he stammers, barely able to speak.

“What?” you ask breathily, inching closer and closer. 

“Want your mouth.” He swallows hard, voice trembling. “Please.”

Excited, you remove the toy from him, in awe at the way his fat cock flops heavily against his abdomen. You take him in your fist, loving how hot and throbbing he is in your grip. He’s coated in lube and precum, so slippery with your fingers wrapped around his girth. Unable to resist any longer, you bow your head, licking the pearl off the tip, savoring the taste. He shudders, letting out a loud, “Fuck!” 

It’s so much better than a toy. The wet heat of your mouth surrounding him is better than any masturbator, fleshlight, pocket pussy, whatever silly contraption he uses to get by. The swirl of your tongue gliding along the shaft, the vibrations of your moans as you take him all the way to the back of your throat, the view of your pretty head bobbing up and down his lap. Nothing in his collection compares to this. This is real. You are real. 

He fucks your throat, unable to resist bucking his hips against you, timing his thrusts to meet yours. It doesn’t take much longer for him to be pushed over the edge. You pull off for a brief moment to smile at him, pumping him fast. “Come for me, Choso. Come in my mouth.”

At this, he completely loses himself, muffling his incessant moans into his forearm, too shy to watch you guzzle down his entire load until he’s milked of every last drop. You scatter delicate kisses along the entire length of him, even down to his balls. Too sensitive now, he pats you gently on the head, making you look up at him, a warm smile on your face. He smiles back, caressing your cheek, thumb grazing your soft skin. You lie beside him, nuzzling into his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow to a steady, relaxed pace. He slides his arm around you, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Thank you.”

This world is a terrifying place for Choso Kamo. But with you in his arms, he feels a bit braver. He’s safe with you. 

[hy6erion]

Absolutely desperate for more filthy horny reader content. WHERE THE PERVERT READERS AT!?

- Specifically Viktor finding out that their lil innocent lab assistant seems to not actually be so innocent and has a problem "borrowing" Viktors things and so he finally decides to confront them about it. Would be a real shame if he bent them over his knee and spanked them as punishment till they were a sobbing babbling mess and then proceed fuck them stupid…a real shame indeed -COUGH-

Stolen and Punished — Viktor x Reader

synopsis: viktor discovers his seemingly innocent lab assistant is a pervert who’s been stealing his things. after a humiliating spanking, she still doesn’t learn—so he punishes her again, this time by edging her to tears in his lap.

cw: nsfw, fem! reader, pervert! reader, d/s dynamics, mean! viktor, spanking, humiliation, degrading, edging, begging, calling him sir (😭)

a/n: please dont mind that I it changed a bit 🙏🏼 hope u can still enjoy it :P

Your thighs burn. Your face is hot and your voice is hoarse from sobbing into your arm, stretched over the desk you usually take notes on. But tonight, you’re not writing data. You’re not documenting Hextech tests. You’re bare from the waist down, stretched over Viktor’s lap, and every inch of your skin feels like it’s glowing with shame and heat.

How this happened?

Simple.

He found your drawer.

Or rather—he broke the lock on your locker after he noticed things of his kept disappearing. One shirt. Then two. His lab tie. And more. You thought you were clever, hiding them away in a zippered pouch labeled “personal items.”

But Viktor? He’s not stupid. And you’re not as sneaky as you thought.

“You really thought I wouldn’t notice” he murmurs, fingers dragging across the curve of your ass, feather-light. “My clothing slowly vanishing… and you always smelling like my cologne?”

He tsks, his touch drifting lower, to the spot just beneath your cheek, where the soft skin meets thigh.

“You’re a terrible liar.”

SMACK

The slap lands with no warning. A clean, open-palm strike that ripples through your body and rings in your ears. You jolt with a broken gasp, pressing your thighs together. But Viktor just sighs and uses his knee to shift them apart again.

“Don’t do that” he says, his voice calm but firm. “You’ll keep them open. Understood?”

You nod—choking on the breath that stutters out of you. “Y-Yes…”

“Yes what?” His voice darkens instantly.

You swallow, shame flushing high in your throat. “Y-Yes, sir.”

He hums. Pleased. His hand coasts lazily over your tender skin. “Good girl.”

SMACK.

Another one. Sharper. You can feel your skin giving under the force now, blood rushing to the surface. He doesn’t let you recover—his palm returns again, again, each slap a precise punishment meant to sting. Measured. Methodical.

You’re gasping now, tears slipping hot down your cheeks. Not just from pain—but from the way it makes your whole body hum, your stomach fluttering, your thighs trembling as the heat spreads across your skin.

“Tell me what you did” Viktor says softly, hand resting heavy on the small of your back. “I want to hear it. Every detail. Every disgusting little thing you thought I’d never find out.”

You squeeze your eyes shut. But the words come out anyway, shamefully wet, broken between breaths.

“I—I took your shirts. I slept in them. T-Touched myself in them—”

SMACK

You wail, jerking forward. The burn makes your thighs twitch.

“And?” he prompts, unhurried.

Your voice hitches. “I wore your tie under my clothes… in the lab. It smelled like you. I—I kept your stuff—used them—and I thought about you while—while—”

SMACK

It cracks against the underside of your ass—raw and flushed. You sob outright now, hiccuping with the humiliation of it all, drool wetting the crook of your arm.

“You filthy thing” Viktor breathes, the roughness in his voice betraying how much this is affecting him. “I gave you a position in my lab. I trusted you.”

You nod helplessly, whimpering.

“And this is how you repay me?” He grabs a fistful of your hair and gently tugs your head back so you’re forced to look at him over your shoulder. “With secret orgasms and ruined underwear stuffed in your locker?”

Your lips tremble. “I’m sorry—I didn’t— I just—”

“You just what?” he snaps.

“I couldn’t help it…” you whisper.

He stares at you for a long, heavy moment. Then—he lets go. Pushes your head gently down again. And with a sigh, slides his hand between your thighs.

You twitch violently. His knuckles glide over slick skin.

“Pathetic” he murmurs.

You sob, hips shivering. “I know—I’m sorry—!”

He chuckles—low and amused, but not kind. “No. You’re not. You’re enjoying this far too much.”

His hand lifts.

SMACK

You cry out, the sound shameless and high, echoing off the walls of the lab. It lands square on the most tender part of your ass, and your whole body flinches from the force of it.

“You’re not innocent at all, are you?” he murmurs. “All that shy eye contact. Helping me with my notes. Laughing like some bashful little thing at my compliments.”

You hiccup through your tears. “I-I wanted you to notice…”

Another pause.

And then, slowly, you feel him lean in, his chest pressed against your spine. His breath warms the shell of your ear.

“Well” Viktor whispers, “you got my attention now.”

His hand slides up your back again, fingertips teasing over your spine, then slipping back down to your bruised ass. He traces the lines of each handprint.

“I should make you stay like this for hours” he says. “Arched over my knee, dripping like a bitch in heat. Let you think about what you’ve done.”

You mewl softly, your thighs slick and sticky where they press together. You feel so raw. So open. Your entire body hums with tension.

SMACK

You jerk forward again, breath breaking in your throat. That one hurt. But it leaves a heat that makes your clit throb with need, your hips grinding down before you can stop yourself.

Viktor laughs. A warm, cruel sound.

“Can’t help yourself, can you? So desperate you’re rutting against my thigh like a needy little animal.”

You wail into the desk. “I-I’m sorry—I c-can’t—”

SMACK

Another strike. And another. You lose count.

By the time he slows, your skin is bright with flushed heat, handprints like painted stains across your ass and thighs. You’re sobbing, face wet, hips twitching involuntarily with every shift of his lap beneath you.

Viktor strokes your back softly, at odds with the harshness of before. “That’s better,” he murmurs. “There she is. My good little lab assistant. All flushed and well-behaved again.”

You whimper.

“Next time” he says, “if you want something of mine…” He brushes your ruined panties back up with care, fingers ghosting over your inner thigh as he tucks the fabric into place, “…you’ll ask.”

You nod, broken. “Y-Yes, sir.”

He helps you sit up, cradling your hips as you wince from the movement. His eyes trail over your tear-streaked cheeks, the wet shine on your thighs.

“Good girl” he murmurs, brushing his thumb over your cheek.

Then, with a dark smile:

“Now clean yourself up. You look like a mess.”

You thought he wouldn’t find out again.

That you’d learned to be sneakier.

Quieter. More discreet.

But when you opened your locker this morning, expecting your stash to be safe and undisturbed, there was a folded note waiting inside. Neat handwriting. Sharp pen strokes. A single line:

My office. Now.

Now you’re in his lap again—but not the way you daydream about.

Viktor doesn’t even look at you.

His jaw is set. His eyes are on the opposite wall, and his grip around your waist is firm—stern fingers pressing into the dip of your back, forcing your spine straight, your legs spread wide on either side of his.

“Third time” he says, voice low and cold, vibrating through your thighs where they sit flush to his. “Third. And I was going to be merciful.”

You open your mouth—but the look he gives you slices through any excuse before it can form.

“Don’t even try it” he mutters. “I found my handkerchief in your drawer. Ruined. My undershirt—again. And a photo of me. Where did you even get that, hm?”

You can’t speak. You just squirm. The shame sits low in your stomach, curling like a knot, especially when you feel the shape of him under you—hard beneath the fabric of his trousers. He hasn’t moved you an inch since pulling you down onto his lap, but the threat in his stillness is clear.

“You like being punished” Viktor says, almost to himself. “The spanking only got you wetter. You want me to lose patience.”

His hand slides from your back down to your hip, then between your legs—finding you wet already through your panties. He breathes in slowly, then gives a hollow, humorless laugh.

“See?” he murmurs. “Dripping.”

You whimper softly. His fingers rub in slow, maddening circles over the soaked fabric, just enough pressure to make you roll your hips without thinking—just enough to make your clit throb.

“Desperate little thief” he whispers. “You just can’t help yourself.”

Your breath hitches. “P-Please—”

But his hand stops.

He stills everything. Even his breath.

“No” he says. “No, no. Not yet. You don’t get to beg.”

You try not to squirm. But you can’t help it. Sitting on his lap like this—needy and humiliated—makes it impossible to stay still. Especially when he finally begins to move his fingers again, slow and cruel, brushing over the damp fabric without mercy.

“You’ll sit right here” he says softly. “And you’ll take everything I give you. But you will not come. Do you understand?”

You nod frantically. “Y-Yes—yes, sir—”

His hand grabs your throat. Not tight. Just a warning squeeze as he brings his lips near your ear.

“Say it properly.”

Your thighs quake. “I’ll take everything you give me, sir. I won’t come.”

A low sound vibrates in his chest—pleased. And then he does reward you: fingers pushing the soaked fabric aside, slipping into the heat between your folds. Just the pads of two fingers, circling your clit. Featherlight. Over and over and over.

You choke on a gasp, already twitching. His other hand holds your hip down to keep you from rocking forward too much.

“Look at you” he murmurs. “Soaked and shaking just from this. If I dipped my fingers in, I’d drown.”

You whine, high and broken. Your clit pulses under every stroke, the pressure building too fast to make sense. You press your face into his collar, hot tears forming as your legs begin to tremble.

“Sir—I can’t—I need—”

“No” he says, and stops.

Your whole body jerks. A strangled sob escapes you—raw and pathetic. Your hips grind down helplessly against his thigh, but he doesn’t move.

“Did I tell you you could come?”

“N-No—”

“Then stop whining.”

You clamp your mouth shut. Your thighs twitch again. He starts again.

Slower. Meaner.

Two fingers now, circling your clit in tight, precise movements. Every time you start to shake—every time your breath breaks or your hips twitch—he stops. Holds you there. Lets your body flutter with the emptiness of it. Lets the orgasm sit on the edge and wither.

And again.

And again.

And again.

Your slick is coating the inside of your thighs now, soaking into his pants. You’re crying in earnest—hot, breathless sobs that leave you choking. Not just from the frustration—but the shame. You can feel how desperate you are. Feel how your cunt clenches around nothing. How your body writhes for him. How you’re being turned into a pathetic mess without even getting off.

“You’re going to remember this” Viktor whispers. “Every time you touch something of mine again. Every time you lie. You’ll remember what it felt like to be made a useless little toy.”

You sob again, your lips brushing the side of his neck. “Please—please—sir—!”

“Do you think you deserve to come?”

“I—I don’t know—”

“Wrong answer.”

He slaps your clit. Just once. One wet, sharp slap to the swollen bundle of nerves, and your body jerks like it’s been shocked. It doesn’t hurt—it burns. The frustration bubbles up your spine, tears spilling fast now.

He starts again.

Softer this time. Barely touching. But you feel everything. Every flick. Every stroke. And your thighs twitch uncontrollably, your hips bucking, your pussy fluttering around emptiness with a sobbing gasp.

“I feel you clenching” he murmurs. “You’re close again.”

You nod wildly.

“Beg.”

You whimper. “Please, sir—please, I—I need it—I need to come so bad—please—”

“Say you’ll be good.”

“I’ll be good—! I swear—I’ll never steal again—”

“You said that last time.”

“I mean it this time—! Please—I’ll do anything—”

He strokes once more. One final, devastating flick.

And stops.

Your orgasm dies on impact.

You scream, clutching at his shirt, soaking the front of his trousers with slick and tears and drool and sweat. You’re shaking like a leaf, your thighs spasming, your clit swollen and throbbing with denied pleasure.

“I—please—I c-can’t—I can’t take any more—!”

Viktor just holds you.

Silent.

Unmoving.

“You don’t get to come” he says quietly, brushing your hair from your face. “You didn’t earn it.”

Your entire body trembles in his arms.

“Maybe next time” he adds, voice like velvet and iron, “if you ask first—before stealing—you’ll be treated like something other than a needy, filthy brat.”

He kisses your temple once.

Then he lifts you, gently, and sets you down on your knees in front of him.

“Now sit” he commands. “Hands on your thighs. And be still.”

You obey. Bare, swollen and soaked—your ruined cunt twitching between your thighs. Tears dry on your cheeks. You don’t dare move.

Viktor just watches you with cold, quiet satisfaction.

“Maybe I’ll let you come tomorrow” he muses. “Maybe I won’t.”

[tacobacoyeet]

WHITE COLLAR .

Tashi Duncan, Art Donaldson, and Patrick Zweig were never meant to be criminals.

They were meant to be icons—flawless, untouchable, transcendent. The prodigies of the court. They were supposed to be the kind of legends etched into history books and Wheaties boxes, draped in gold and immortal praise. Together, they were the wings, the sandals, the laurel crown of Nike herself—divine symbols of strength, speed, and victory.

But fate, as it often does, had a different trajectory in mind.

Tashi's career ended in a single, brutal snap—an injury that never quite healed, physically or otherwise. Patrick spiraled beneath the weight of expectation, his once-electrifying talent drowned out by inconsistency and a reputation he couldn’t outrun. And Art, sweet, unshakeable Art, lost the one person who ever made the tour feel like home. When his grandmother died, something essential inside him went quiet. He didn’t walk away from tennis. He simply stopped showing up.

The three of them could’ve faded then. Could’ve let the world move on without them. Could’ve become cautionary tales whispered about in locker rooms and bar corners. But they didn’t. They wouldn’t. Being forgotten was never going to be enough.

The spark came from Patrick, as it often did. He was crashing in another woman’s bed—charming, broke, and always a little too clever for his own good—when he noticed the vase. It stood on a pedestal near the window, backlit by city lights. Porcelain. Imperial yellow. Eighteenth-century Qing dynasty. The kind of thing you see once in a lifetime, if you're lucky—or reckless.

While she was in the bathroom, he did a quick google search. Qianlong era. Estimated value: nine million dollars.

That night, Patrick did something he never did—he scheduled a second date. Then he called Art. Then he called Tashi.

The plan was stupid at first. Then brilliant. Then inevitable.

Ten years later, they were infamous.

The trio had become the most elusive white-collar criminals on the international stage. They slipped through countries and identities like water, leaving behind only splintered champagne bottles, forged documents, and the distinct scent of audacity. Their work was seamless, often beautiful, always just out of reach. They didn’t chase greatness anymore. They stole it—paintings, diamonds, tax codes, ancient artifacts, entire reputations.

And despite the dossiers, the witness statements, the surveillance photos and whispered confessions, not a single case ever stuck. No court ever held them. No handcuffs ever locked.

But there was you.

The head of the FBI’s White Collar Crime Division in New York. Unshakable, relentless, methodical. You’ve built an entire career on patterns no one else sees, on connections no one else believes in until it’s too late. You know them better than anyone else alive. You know their methods, their tells, the rare moments they falter.

They know you, too.

You’re not just a threat—you’re a problem. The kind they can’t buy, charm, or blackmail their way out of. They laugh about you sometimes, over drinks in villas under fake names. But lately, the laughter’s been thinner.

Because you’re getting closer.

And this time, they feel it.

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[fishfooddude]

No Phone Policy

Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto x Reader

I'm in an angsty mood; I'm sorry, everyone.

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“Fuck you, Carmy! Fuck you, Carmy! Fuck- where are you?” you wailed as a wave of contraction pain crashed over you. You knew where he was, that fucking restaurant. Since moving back to Chicago, you’ve learned a lot about your husband.

You knew he was an anxious ball of stressed-out nervous energy, but something changed. You suspected that the friends and family freezer incident was his breaking point. Watching him slowly lose his mind over daily menus and constant fighting with the people he loved hurt. You were convinced he wasn’t sleeping or eating, but the part that hurt the most was how he’d withdrawn from your pregnancy. Before The Beef made the change to The Bear, he would rub cocoa butter on your stomach and tell the baby about his day and how excited he’d been to meet them, but now you were lucky to have a conversation deeper than a greeting or a passive ‘love you’ before going to bed. You were unsure if he even wanted to be a dad anymore.

“How you doin’ Y/N? Need anything?” a nurse asked as she opened your chart to document your vitals. You shook your head. “I think I'm just ready to get this little girl out.” you quipped as you watched her write something down on your chart. 

After the nurse had scurried out of your room, you reached for your phone on the table beside your bed. As you unlock your phone, another wave of contractions came over you. You winced as you hit Carmy’s contact, and it went straight to voicemail. “Carmen- the baby is coming. This is like my 50th call-” you groaned as the contraction intensified, “Get your ass over here! This really hurts, and I-I can’t do it alone.” a whimper escaped your lips when the realization of what doing this alone would entail. 

Carmy was in the zone that night. Everything was going off with a hitch, and he couldn’t believe it. His head was swimming with ideas on how to recreate this energy. He was on cloud nine and couldn’t wait to get home to you. At the end of the dinner service, Carmy debriefed with Syd before heading to his locker. He turned his phone back on and saw a slue of text messages and voicemails from you, “Oh shit…” were the only words he could manage to get out before panic took over.

Part 2

[drsheperd-bartley18]

Can you write something small about Paige sleeping on the couch and all the UConn players are in Paige’s apartment as well but Paige is busy sleeping in Azzi lap. While Paige is sleeping she like puts her face more into Azzi stomach and falls asleep while her teammates make fun of her for it?

Golden Retriever

Hope you like it! The end is questionable I couldn’t figure how to end it naturally.

Fluff

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 It was finally Friday after a week of early morning practices, boring lectures, and most devastatingly no Azzi.

 Okay, that might be a little dramatic.

Technically, Paige had seen Azzi, but it was just quick glances and light touches during drills. If they timed it right, Paige could steal a few quick kisses when everyone else left the locker room and text lots of non-super important texts, mostly Paige dramatically begging for attention, and Azzi always giving it to her.

                                Monday

P💗

GOOD MORNINGGGG

I LOVE YOUUU

I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE YOU AT PRACTICE

                                                      My PRINCESS💗

                                                           Morning baby.

                                                           I love you too.

                                                           See you later.

                                Wednesday 

P💗

Baby do u still love me????????

                                                      My PRINCESS💗

                                                                Yes, Paige.

                                  Friday 

P💗

P💗 sent 20 dollars

                                                      My PRINCESS💗

                 Why are you sending me money at 4 am?

P💗

Get urself that nasty green smoothie u like for some reason 

AND u should be sleeping rn Ma

I swear one week without me and u forgot how to function smh

                                                      My PRINCESS💗

1. Thank you paigey you didn’t need to do that.

2. You are actively also awake right now and 

3. You’re only sorta right about that.

P💗

Awwwwww 

U miss meeeee

So here they were finally able to spend some quality time together and Paige was free to do what she was made to do. 

Be in Azzi’s skin.

Like a 6’0 tall basketball player trying to curl into her 5’11 girlfriend’s lap like a golden retriever. Azzi's shirt pulled up so the blonde could rest her head on her abs. Azzi's fingers lightly massaged her hairline then carding through her hair.

Truly at peace. Paige gets a little too comfortable.

She makes a sound.

A mix of a groan, a moan, or something real close to a purr.

Neither of them even realize.

“ Oh my God, You’re literally a dog” Nika.

“Girl boo a few days without her owner and she can’t control herself,” KK says.

Sarah doesn’t say anything but hysterically laughs as she pulls out her phone to document the look of sheer horror of Paige’s face.

“Yo, somebody get a leash,” Ice says.

Paige groans in embarrassment trying to pull the blanket they were sharing higher up while burying herself under Azzi’s shirt trying to hide from her so-called sisters.

Unfortunately, this movement only causes the team to tease her even more.

Finally having enough Azzi rolled her eyes “Okay, Okay, leave her alone, you guys are so annoying sometimes”, there was no real bite to the statement but when Paige gripped her waist a little tighter Azzi’s face softened. “If you guys have a problem you can turn around and finish watching the movie”. She says rubbing her hands down the blonde’s back lightly scratching.

The teasing stopped after that.

Because while they might tease and joke about it, they knew that Azzi was Paige’s safe space. They should be used to this by now anyway.

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Have a good day

[harmonyrae]

Vow - Part 4

Synopsis: Your blossoming relationship with Sylus is starting to attract the attention of those closest to you. Life had been so bland, so ordinary before Sylus. He’s offering you another first and it’s rather… interesting. Good thing you’re just as eager to please as he is.

AN: I do not claim to be knowledgeable about everything in BDSM culture. I am very interested in it and am still learning, so keep that in mind. Cover image from Pinterest, all credit to original artist!

Content Warnings: Explicit language & sexual themes, blood, medical terms, somewhat detailed surgical procedure described, guns/self-defense fighting, BDSM culture & toys/tools, Genital Piercings, Improper use of evol - do not try at home, Deepthroating, Sensory Deprivation, Intimacy Struggle & Implied Grief, 18+ MDNI

Word Count: 6.6k

New Years was exactly as chaotic as you expected. From alcohol poisoning to a slew of vehicle accidents, when you finally clocked out you immediately called Sylus. There was no way you’d be able to drive home with how tired you were. Sylus surprised you and drove you straight to the airport. After boarding the mystery flight you passed out, when you woke up you were somewhere warm, where the air smelled like citrus and spice.

Seven days in an overwater bungalow with private beach access, custom catered meals, massages, boat tours…and, of course, mind-blowing sex. It was the honeymoon you never had and honestly never expected. When you returned to the N109 Zone you were a new woman, taking the “New Year, New Me” thing seriously. Sunkissed skin, a closet full of new tropical dresses, skirts, bikinis, a shell bracelet you made yourself after a long walk along the beach. Convincing Sylus to wear the matching bracelet was easy when you were on the island, but you were sure it’d be impossible once you returned. However, you caught a glimpse of it under the sleeve of his suit when he kissed you goodbye before your shift. You couldn’t hide your smile while changing into your scrubs in the locker room. 

“So he just surprised you with a vacation to the Maldives?” Yvonne leans against the locker beside you, her eyes wide with wonder. 

“Yeah, I had no idea. Took me right to the airport from the hospital.”

“Okay, it’s official, I’m jealous of your whole life.”

You shake your head while you laugh, if she knew the dark side she might change her tune. Her phone chimes and she gives you a quick hug before racing out of the locker room. You check your phone to see who you’re working with today and nearly drop it. Zayne? Really? 

Since the board critiqued him for working with you while he should be “offering equal attention to all residents” he basically stopped adding you to cardio cases. The board literally pressured him about non-existent special treatment and it bit them in the ass. You’d been the most promising cardio hopeful when you first arrived, everyone thought you and Zayne would be running the department like a well-oiled machine in a few years. But thanks to the board’s meddling you changed your specialty to neuro. It’d been at least a year since your last cardio case, why is Zayne requesting you now?

Beep Beep

Your phone buzzes and it’s a page from Zayne requesting your presence in pre-op. Not wanting to irritate your brother, and for today your boss, you hurry to the elevator and descend to the surgical ward. 

“Good morning. I take it you haven’t had a chance to read the case notes yet?

Formal as ever… 

“Not yet, I can read them now.”

You open your tablet and open the newest document he shared with you. The notes were simple, written in Zayne’s unique short-hand. 65 year old male, moderately healthy, born with a heart defect, signs of heart failure began 6 years ago, has been on the transplant list for 4. You nearly walk into a wall as you read the pre-op notes for a full heart transplant.

“You requested me for a transplant? I’m not even specializing in cardio! What about Olivia? Or Maxwell? Wouldn’t they be better choices for such a major surgery?”

Zayne stops. His posture stiffens and you immediately regret speaking so casually. He turns and tucks his tablet under his arm, removing his glasses to rub the bridge of his nose.

“Doctor Green is on vacation and Doctor Reeves is on sick leave.”

You can think of at least 5 other cardio residents who would kill for a chance to work with him on a transplant. He shakes his head and turns to continue down the hall. You jog to catch up, glancing down at your tablet off and on to finish reading. 

“I’m sorry, I am grateful to be working with you. I was just surprised.”

“I can tell.” 

You try not to take it personally, he’s like this with every resident. But you can’t help but wonder if he’s angry with you for… well, you’re not sure what…

“I simply needed a resident I trust. I’ve worked with this patient for several years and know his family. However, if you’d prefer I select another resident, I can remove you from my service.”

“No! I’ll do it! When is the procedure?”

“20 minutes.”

You freeze in the middle of the hallway. Zayne senses your hesitation, he turns and stares at you. He waits for you to return to reality. 

“I’ll speak with the patient, you finish reading the case notes and meet me in the OR.”

He veers off and enters the prep area while you continue to the scrub-up room to finish reading. When Zayne joins you, he immediately shrugs off his coat and hangs it up. He turns to the sink and steps on the bar to turn on the water. He looks over his shoulder as he grabs the soap. 

“Any questions?”

You follow his lead and hang up your own coat to begin to scrub up. 

“Nope, I’m ready.”

He nods and you finish scrubbing up in silence. The surgery is straightforward and you witnessed a few transplants in your time at Akso. While it was never a heart, you knew the basics and knew your primary task was assisting Zayne and following orders. 

Mr Dylan is prepped and under anesthesia by the time you and Zayne enter the operating room. Zayne always operates with a small nursing staff and one resident, which today is you. He nods to a nurse and she holds up a remote. The lights dim and focus in on the patient and soft classical music begins playing over the speakers. The steady beeps of the machines sound off in time with the music. You sigh, you’ve missed operating with Zayne. He always creates a peaceful atmosphere, which makes the surgery less intimidating. It’s no wonder why residents basically fight over him as their teacher. 

The nurse administers blood thinners per Zayne’s instruction and you prepare the bypass machine. It’s more advanced than bypass machines of the past, but it still shocks you that Zayne prefers to use them. With newer techniques and procedures available, you expected him to be at the forefront of testing their efficiency. As you watch him carefully make the incision and expose the patient’s heart, you realize he’s sticking to tried and true methods for the sake of the patient. He mentioned Mr Dylan has been his patient for a long time, he won’t risk a newer method failing a patient he cares deeply for.  “What?”

You look up to see Zayne staring at you. 

“Huh?”

“You’re smiling.”

“I’m wearing a mask, how can you tell?”

He gives you a pointed look over the rim of his glasses and you chuckle. He extends his hand and you pass the cannulas to him. His steady hands attach them to the patient’s superior and inferior vena cava’s. 

“Your eyes. They get all… squinty and your blink rate increases.”

He motions for you to attach the next tube to the patient’s aorta and you shake your head to focus. Once all the tubes are attached and the medication to stop the heart is given, the bypass machine whirs to life. Zayne is quick to clear the field and clamp and sever the vessels, you let the comment about your “squinty eyes” slide and watch in awe of his handiwork. He operates like he's conducting an orchestra, bold but flowing effortlessly. 

“How was your vacation?”

He’s elbow deep in a chest cavity and he’s starting this conversation now? 

“It was… relaxing. Haven’t gotten that much sun in years.”

As he removes the heart you hold the basin to retrieve it. You hold your breath as you carry it to the nearby table and cover it with a surgical cloth. The nurse retrieves the new heart and you both carefully bring it to Zayne. He inspects the organ and gently lifts it from its container, placing it into Mr Dylan’s chest. 

“Good. You were looking a little worse for wear.”

You scoff and pass him the forceps with the prepared sutures. You hold the graft material in place and provide suction while he slowly reconnects the vessels. Each suture placed with such precision you’re completely mesmerized. Not so far gone to let his cheeky comment slide.

“Rather bold of you, Dr Zayne, to judge me for how I appear. When was your last haircut?”

He huffs and pauses his movements to glare at you. You flash a smile and he rolls his eyes. He returns to his previous state of godlike stillness and you try not to breathe too loudly. 

The rest of the surgery goes by rather quickly, no complications, no need to use electro stimulation for the new heart. Mr Dylan was wheeled to recovery in record time and you were scrubbing out with Zayne before noon. 

“Would you like me to write up the surgical report?” 

“No, we can work on it together. I’m going to get a coffee and I will meet you in my office.”

“Get me one?” You call out to him as he turns to leave. 

“I should tell you to get your own, but you impressed me today.”

“I impressed you! Wait! How–”

“My office, 10 minutes.”

He leaves without another word and you shake the water from your hands excitedly, droplets pelt your face, but you’re too delighted to care. You dry your hands and rush to grab a hoodie from your locker before settling into Zayne’s office for a lengthy report writing session. 

Zayne arrives with two cups of coffee and you eagerly take what’s offered to you. The warmth from the first sip spreads through you, seeping into your very soul. Notes of chocolate and hazelnut cut through the bitterness, you want to down the whole cup in one go. Forcing yourself to slow down and set it aside, you look up at Zayne, who settled at his desk instead of sitting next to you on the couch. Reluctantly, you trudge over to his desk and sit in the chair across from him, opening your tablet. 

“I can cover opening if you’d like to cover closing?” He asks and you nod. 

The soft taps of your fingers on your screen and his fingers on his keyboard fill the room. You glance over at him occasionally, waiting for him to ask you a question or make another comment. When he doesn’t, you take advantage of this alone time to ask the question you’ve held onto for months. 

“Zayne, are you ever going to tell me how you know Sylus? Like how you met?”

He stops typing and closes his eyes. Uh oh. 

“This is hardly the time or place to discuss that.”

You place the tablet on his desk and lean back, holding your coffee with both hands in your lap.

“There’s never going to be an opportune time to discuss this. And this is the first time in weeks we’ve been alone. I’m not asking for the dramatized version, I just… want to understand why you, you know, volunteer…”

You may be alone, but blurting out “perform unauthorized medical treatments in an illegal medical facility with equipment of unknown origin” in a hospital is just… awkward. 

“He helped me. It’s as simple as that.”

“No. Nope. Calling bullshit.” 

He turns his chair away from his desk and reclines. He watches you out of the corner of his eye. 

“Zayne…”

He sighs, removing his glasses and rubbing his eyes roughly. 

“A few years ago, some information about the hospital was uncovered and it put me in a bad spot. Without Sylus getting involved myself and a… colleague may have been killed.”

You don’t miss the way he struggled to say “colleague” - his eyes glazing over, his hands turning restless, his expression grave. There’s more to the story and he’s being evasive on purpose. 

“What happened to your colleague?”

He shifts in his seat and stares at the computer screen. A chill runs up your spine as you notice the drop in temperature. You’re used to the cold, with your evol you usually prefer it, but this… There’s a difference between using your evol to cool off and freezing because you lost control. Zayne taught you how to control your evol when you were young, but as you got older you realized he never could quite control it himself. He never explained why. Thankfully you’re one of the few people who can calm him down before it turns dangerous. 

“Zayne! Hey! Look at me.”

He blinks slowly, crystals begin forming and inch up the side of his neck. You stand and circle around his desk quickly to grab his face. You turn him to look at you, focusing your evol to absorb some of the frigid energy. His eyes clear just enough to reflect your panicked expression. Once the crystals recede, you sit on the edge of his desk and hand him his coffee to warm up.

“Why didn’t you tell me? How long have you been dealing with this?”

He finishes his coffee and tosses his glasses on his desk. 

“Because I didn’t want you to be in danger. And… I was ashamed.”

“Why?”

“I didn’t earn this position based on my skills alone. I am confident in my abilities, but I know it was a political move.”

You rub your temples as you try to read between the lines.

“Wait, so you’re saying the board promoted you to chief of cardio to what? Keep you quiet?”

“That is what I believe, yes.”

“Zayne, what the fuck is the board hiding?”

He stands abruptly and places his hands on your shoulders. You can feel how cold his skin is through your hoodie.

“This is why I kept it from you. Do not ask questions like that. Not even to Sylus. Do not go looking. Promise me. Please.”

There’s an urgency in his voice that frightens you. His hands tremble as he holds you tightly. 

“I won’t, I promise. Just tell me you’re safe?”

He releases you, straightens his jacket and retrieves his tablet and glasses from his desk. 

“I am.”

You nod, nowhere near satisfied, but you won’t push. At least not now. He steps past you towards the door. 

“I’ll finish the surgical report if you can write up the post-op review and recovery guidelines.”

“Yeah, I will.”

You phone chimes and you gasp, you’d forgotten Sylus changed his own alert to Careless Whisper… Zayne looks over his shoulder with a brow raised. 

“I’ve been meaning to ask, when did you and Sylus start sleeping together?”

You almost drop your phone and scream bloody murder. Your BROTHER did not just ask that question. He chuckles and looks at you over the rim of his glasses.

“You know you look like dad when you do that.” 

You try to deflect… unsuccessfully. His smile grows wider and he leans against the door, effectively blocking your way out. 

“You do realize how weird it is to ask me that right? Like, I don’t ask you about your sex life!”

He remains silent, which only irritates you further. Your phone chimes again, another message from Sylus and another sexy saxophone solo. You cover your face with your hands. You’re not embarrassed, just… you wanted to keep it private for a while longer. 

“Fine! Before New Years…”

He nods, his smile remains.

“I don’t love the idea, but he is a good man. You know, if you overlook the fact he’s the leader of the largest criminal organization in the N109 Zone. And all of Linkon, if we’re being honest. But, he’s… he’s a good man. Just, promise me you’ll be careful.”

“Two promises in one day? Zayne, you’re asking a lot of me.” You smirk, making sure he detects your sarcasm. 

“It’s one thing to be in a fake marriage to protect yourself from a psychotic gangster, but trying to have a real relationship with someone like Sylus…”

You stand to gather your things before standing beside him. 

“I’m happy, Zayne.”

He surprises you with a hug. Usually, you’re the one to initiate something like this, but you’re not complaining. Look at your big brother becoming more sentimental. You’re so proud. He lets you go and opens the door, looking back for another moment. 

“We’ll review the reports tomorrow.”

He leaves you in the doorway to his office. You watch him walk down the hall and disappear into an elevator. Digging your phone out of your pocket you see Sylus’s messages. He brought you lunch and is waiting at the entrance. You bite your lip and skip down the hall to the stairwell, if you’re lucky he’ll provide dessert first. If an on-call room is available that is…

“Is that really the best you can do angel?” 

Oh you just want to slap that smug grin off his dumb sexy face. You wiggle to try and free your limbs, but with how Sylus has you pinned to the mat you’re not going anywhere. Sweat coats your back, making the mat beneath you slick. You try to use that to your advantage and slide away, but he brings his knee down on your hip and stops you. 

“Sylus!”

“Say the magic word sweetie.”

You try to thrust your head forward, as if knocking him in the head wouldn’t leave a massive bruise on your forehead and have your colleagues asking many awkward questions… He doesn’t even need to pull back, with your wrists pinned to the mat your range of motion is too limited. 

“Fine! Kitten. Kitten!”

He smiles and releases your wrists, sitting back on his heels to stand up. You stay where you are, utterly defeated and embarrassed you have yet to make any progress in overpowering him. He crouches down next to you and pokes your cheek. Ignoring your glare, he offers his hand and helps you stand before turning to grab his water bottle.

“You’re doing well, all things considered.”

You dry your forehead with a towel and toss it over your shoulder. As you turn around you tense, he’s tugging his shirt off over his head… His body glistens with sweat, his shorts tight enough to show the curve of his ass. He probably wore them to distract you. How dare he.

Two can play that game. 

You pretend to dry your face some more, dipping the towel into the front of your tank top. He sips his water, keeping his eyes trained on you. Lifting your tank top over your head, you drop it to the floor next to your towel and approach him, bringing your hands up into the sparing position he showed you. As if you didn’t just perform a cute little strip tease a moment before. 

He stands opposite you, hands by his side. In one swift motion, he conjures a gun as his arm swings wide, black and red smoke vanishing as quickly as it came. You follow the steps he taught you. Once the gun is pointed, you reach out and grab the barrel with your left hand and slam your right hand down on the inside of his wrist, turning the gun away from you and around towards him. He takes hold of your wrist and yanks it away, bringing the gun back to its original position. Diving under the line of fire, you kick his leg hard, making him stumble.

“Impressive, you’re improving.”

Without missing a beat, he lunges forward and knocks you back. Your back hits the mat once again and you gasp when you feel the tip of the barrel under your chin. You open your hands and drop them beside your head in surrender. 

“Kitten…” You whisper.

He chuckles under his breath and stands up, tucking the gun in the back of his shorts. Again, you don’t move, you’re not sure how long you’ve been trying to disarm Sylus, but it’s starting to feel pointless.

“Come on, we try again.”

You sit up and pull your knees to your chest, resting your chin on your knee. 

“No. I’m done…”

Sylus crosses his arms and stands in front of you. His sneaker taps the mat like an impatient coach waiting for his moody trainee to stop being a big baby. 

“You’re quitting on me? I thought you said you wanted to learn to shoot?”

“I do!”

“And before I teach you how to shoot you have to…”

“Disarm you. I know. But clearly I can’t and I feel worse about my chances of survival than when I walked in here.”

Sylus sits in front of you, but you avoid meeting his gaze.

“Tell me what you would do. If this was real. Someone pointed a gun at you and your life was on the line. What would you do?”

“I’d turn them into a popsicle.” 

“Perfect, your chances of survival are better than most.”

You huff and tuck your chin to your chest, lowering your forehead to your knee. 

“Do you remember what you told me when I asked you why you started racing?”

“Yeah…” You mumble from your fetal position. 

“We’re training your brain. If you can disarm me without your evol, you’ll feel more confident and less fearful. And I meant it, you’re improving.”

Throwing your head back to cast a pitiful glare. 

“When we started, you’d flinch when the gun appeared. Now, you act, you don’t hesitate.”

He pulls the gun from his waistband and holds it out.

“I know you want to learn to shoot, but if I know you like I think I know you… non-lethal methods might be best.”

He’s not wrong. Once the anger clears, you’d regret shooting someone. But you still want to know how, in case it ever comes to that point. You know if a life is on the line, yours or someone you care about, you’d pull the trigger. 

“Baby, I will teach you, but I want to make sure you know your options and feel free to choose on your own.”

You cross your legs and settle your hands on your knees. The gun disintegrates into swirling mist and Sylus shifts closer to you and takes your hands in his.

“Might be a good idea to stop for the night.”

He brings your hands to his mouth and kisses your swollen knuckles. You nod and giggle as he drags you over onto his lap, he kisses your neck as his hands travel up your back to toy with the clasp of your bra. You press on his chest and struggle against his grasp.

“Sylus, we’re all sweaty…”

“We’d end up like this anyways, wouldn’t we?”

You groan as his mouth moves over your collarbone, sucking on your skin, The sounds he’s making are lewd, shameless. 

“How about we continue to train in a different way?”

Looking down at him, unsure what he’s implying. He lifts you and guides your legs to straddle his lap. His hands massage your ass, pressing your core closer to his hardening cock. You whimper as he continues to kiss your neck, pausing to whisper his filthy plans in your ear.

“We can train your adrenaline and satisfy our… more carnal needs.” 

“What are you suggesting, Sy?”

“Would you like a few more firsts?”

With how he’s staring at you, whatever he has planned is bound to be… intense. 

“Yes…”

He helps you stand and instructs you to take off your shoes and socks, leaving you in just your bra and shorts. He takes your hand and leads you out of the gym. You follow him through the house, passing his bedroom, your bedroom, the kitchen, the living room… When he stops in front of the door to his armory you freeze. He places his thumb on the scanner and the door clicks open. When he feels you hesitate, he squeezes your hand and nods reassuringly. You step closer and he swings the door open, ushering you inside the one room you’ve never seen.

The sheer amount of weapons - of all types from guns and katanas to crossbows and ancient battle axes - you can’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. You’re a doctor, an upstanding citizen - besides the illegal racing - and you live in a house with a fucking arsenal. Some of the guns look advanced, their hazy glow hinting at their protocore capabilities. A long sofa, a shelving unit with cleaning supplies, a bar cart with wine and whiskey. 

“So this is your man cave, huh?”

He lets go of your hand to hook his arm around your waist instead. 

“I take pride in my collection, no shame in that is there?”

You shake your head and lean closer to him as he continues through the room. It’s much larger than you anticipated. Showcases, wall mounts, shelving units - it’s like a vault or a treasure room. When you spot the pair of doors in the corner you just laugh, how on earth is there more?

“Door on the left is a bathroom, the storage is exclusively for my cologne collection. But it does have a nice skylight over the tub.”

“You collect cologne too?” He nods. “So I’m guessing the other room is for another collection?”

“You could say that.”

His vague answer leaves you more curious than ever. He approaches the door and pauses, his hand on the knob. He holds you close and you instinctively loop your arms around his waist. 

“Do you remember the magic word?”

“Kitten? Why?”

His tender smile morphs into a wicked grin. Your heartbeat quickens as you watch him open the door, letting it swing open to reveal his other collection.

“Holy shit…” You whisper before letting him go and stepping inside.

You’re not sure what kind of kinky dream you’ve entered, but you’re too engrossed in examining every detail to even think about leaving. At the center of the room sits a round bed with silky red sheets and plush pillows enclosed in a huge cage. There’s a padded wall with rings fixed above. A display case filled with… tools? Toys? You recognize some of them, a dildo is a dildo but some of the other “items” are a mystery to you. A rack on the wall holds various handcuffs, blindfolds, harnesses, paddles, gags, collars… Your heart races as you continue to scan the room, you’d expect harsh neon lighting in a room like this, but the red and blue accent lights cast a soft glow on the black marble floors. 

Sylus rests his hands on your hips as he stands behind you. His chin on the top of your head. You melt into the warmth of his chest against your back. 

“We don’t have to do anything you’re uncomfortable with. I’m showing you this in case you ever want to… indulge your curiosity.”

You take hold of his hands and bring them around your waist. He holds you, swaying side to side, letting you decide the next move. You realize your life has been so… boring. Sheltered. Careful. You didn’t even think about the consequences of racing until after your first race. The rush was addicting and you knew the moment the countdown began you’d be hooked. Being with Sylus these past few months has made your inexperience extremely obvious. You’re not embarrassed, you have goals and dreams to achieve, but god do you want to live a little.

You can’t ignore how seeing a room like this makes you feel. Your heart pounding against your ribcage, palms sweaty, nipples pebbled, pussy throbbing. The room itself, while enticing, is not what sets your skin on fire and your nerves into a frenzy. Who you’re with and what they want to do to you… You want this. So much…

Leaning back, you rest your head on Sylus’s chest. You rub the backs of his hands before lifting one of them and placing his palm over your breast. His breath catches and he squeezes, making you moan. He lowers his head to whisper in your ear, his hand dipping under the fabric of your bra to continue working your breast. 

“I need to hear you say it angel.”

Turning your head towards him, he brushes his lips over the shell of your ear. 

“I don’t have to call you any weird names, right?”

He chuckles, his breath warm tickling your ear.

“I prefer it when you call me by my name actually.” 

“The bed does look comfy…”

“I wouldn’t know.”

You lean further to the side so you can fully see his face above you. He’s dead serious.

“You’ve never…”

“I’ve never brought anyone here, no.”

You turn and set your hands on his hips while his fingertips dance along your arms. 

“So… It’s a first for both of us…” You purr.

Without wasting another second, he picks you up, tossing you over his shoulder. You squeal and slap his back, which only makes him laugh louder as he kicks the door closed. He stalks over to the caged bed and opens the hinged door. He ducks to step through and up onto the bed where he drops you amongst the dozen or so throw pillows. He drops to his knees, straddling you, his hands gliding over your stomach and over your ribcage. You close your eyes and arch your back, eager to please.

“Remember the magic word. If you want me to stop, I will.”

You open your eyes and nod, your mouth falling open as he tugs the cups of your bra down exposing your breasts. He pitches forward to take one of your nipples in his mouth. The pace of his tongue flicking and swirling around the sensitive flesh drives you mad. You fist his hair and grind his face against your chest, which prompts him to bite down. You jolt and then your hands are yanked upwards and slammed down on the bed above you. The fabric of your bra that was bunched under your exposed tits vanishes and your eyes fly open. 

“Sy… what…?”

Sylus doesn’t stop his relentless attack, your back arches to the point of pain as he switches between your heaving breasts. What his mouth can’t touch, his hands take care of. Pinching, tugging, rolling, flicking. You scream, the mixture of pain and pleasure completely unravels you. When he finally leans back, his cheeks are flushed and he’s gasping for breath. 

“I’ve wanted to show you the extent of my evol… tonight, I’ll give you a preview.”

You look down at him as he slips your shorts and panties over your hips and down your legs. Your brain reels as you realize both of his hands are visible to you, but whatever is holding your wrists doesn’t feel metallic or plastic, it feels… You struggle against whatever is holding you and hear Sylus snicker. Suddenly you’re lifted off the bed by your wrists, your arms brought down and around Sylus’s shoulders. As he dives into the crook of your neck you see the red and black smoke wrapped around your wrists like rope. 

“Is there anything your evol can’t do?”

He lifts your hips and lays you back on the bed, pressing you down into the mattress under him. 

“I don’t know, I guess I’ll have to put it to the test.”

“My bra! Did you–?” His breathy laugh becomes a sigh as he kisses you.

“I’ll buy you as many pretty bras as you like, if you let me destroy them to get to these perfect tits. Deal?”

You whimper as he seals his mouth over yours again. 

“Take that as a yes…” He breaths. 

When he turns his attention back to your neck, you look around the room once more. Wondering what each tool does and what it would feel like. As Sylus grinds his hips down you gasp. Your brows knit together as you try to work up the courage to –

“What are you thinking about, angel?” 

Sylus hovers over you, his nose tracing your jaw to get you to turn your attention back to him. 

“I want to do something.”

He tilts his head, a brow raised, amused yet curious.

“But… I’ve tried before and you stopped me.”

You tried many times before actually. During your vacation you’d tried almost every night, almost begging at one point, but he always diverted your attention. You want nothing more than to make him happy, to make him feel good, to please him like he pleases you. 

“Is there a reason you don’t want me to go down on you?”

His brows shoot up and he stutters. He’s the one who wanted you to be more direct and now he’s the one who is speechless. If you weren’t so desperate to understand you’d find it funny. 

“My intimate life has been… more about giving, not receiving.”

“Do you not like it or…” Puzzle pieces start to slide into place. “Do you not allow yourself…”

His head falls forward to rest against your shoulder. The energy around your wrists dissipates and you thread your fingers through his hair. 

“I want to make you feel good. You deserve to feel good, Sy.”

He groans softly, lifting his head to stare down at you. 

“It’s been a long time since… I haven't felt like I could…”

“I want you, in every way. I crave you. When you’re ready, I want to take you… all of you.”

His body trembles, his cock straining against his shorts. He sits back on his heels, lifting your effortlessly onto his lap. He stands and grabs hold of a bar running along the top of the cage. You squeal as you begin to float, his evol wrapping around your body like a cool breeze on a hot day. You hold onto his shoulders and giggle as the feeling of weightlessness becomes less foreign. He smirks and he doesn’t have to say a word, you know whatever comes next will be unlike anything you’ve experienced before. 

Sure enough, you gasp as he flips you upside down. Sylus holds onto your waist and guides your legs to bend at the knee. Once you’re steady, he backs up and you watch him drop his shorts, kicking them out of the cage. His cock bobs, heavy and flushed, leaking already. He steps forward, you can sense his hesitation. Your hands rest on his thighs.

“Are you sure?” 

“Only if you are.” He whispers.

You smile up at him, even though it probably looked like some demonic frown from this angle. Taking a page out of his book, you don’t waste any time, stretching your neck to close your mouth around his tip. His thighs twitch and he groans, his hands finding your hips. You wrap your hands around the backs of his thighs and pull yourself closer, his evol carries you where you want to go. His cock is long and you’re somewhat inexperienced with this, but you’re also insanely stubborn. And a quick learner. You want all of him. Now.

“Squeeze your thighs if it’s too much, angel.”

Your hands are torn away from his legs and secured behind your back. He parts your knees and rests your thighs on his shoulders. His fingers immediately stroke through your weeping cunt and you whimper. It’s exactly like you thought it’d be. His cock in your mouth, his fingers in you pussy… being upside down was not part of your little imaginary scenario, but fuck is it hot. 

Trying your best to relax your throat, you focus on rolling your tongue over each of his piercings. You hollow your cheeks and suck hard, making Sylus hiss and thrust involuntarily. His tip hits the back of your throat and you gag. Sylus swears loudly and his hand on your hip spasms, his nails digging into your skin. Oh he likes that. You bob your head, breathing deeply through your nose so you can keep him as deep as possible. Every gag becomes less scary and more arousing. 

As soon as you hear a strangled whimper break free from him your entire body breaks out in chills. Sylus can’t even pleasure you anymore, his hands hold onto your thighs and he growls, trying his best not to thrust. As his grip tightens you feel his resolve slipping away, his hips twitching, the veins in his cock pulse. You close your eyes as you summon your strength to stretch your neck forward one last time, his tip sliding down your throat as you tip your head back and swallow around him. He’s cumming before he can give you any warning. Your mouth forms a smile as you take what he gives you, swallowing every last drop. A guttural groan rips free from deep in his chest. He moans your name over and over, his voice raw and broken. His cum leaks out the sides of your mouth and you close your eyes as it drips up your cheeks. He pulls you away, his cock slipping from your mouth. He lowers you to the bed and as his evol fizzles out you drop onto the mattress. 

Sylus nearly collapses onto the bed beside you, still unable to catch his breath. You roll onto your side and caress his cheek, moving your body closer until he grabs you and your bodies collide. He frantically kisses your face, your hands, your neck, any skin he has access to while holding you close. He licks his release off of your face between kisses and you can’t stop yourself from giggling as his tongue tickles your cheek.

“Baby… breath.” You manage to whisper.

He grunts as you cover his mouth to stop him. You kiss his forehead and his breathing slowly steadies. He reaches up to remove your hand from over his mouth. 

“I was supposed to give you a first.”

“You did. Deepthroating while upside down is definitely a first for me.”

He glares at you and cradles your head in his hand. 

“So, what would you like to try next?”

Your eyes widen, you swallow a few times in an attempt to soothe your sore throat. Looking over his shoulder you spot a set of clamps that look exactly like office supplies. Oh god, what if some CEO somewhere has them on their desk… There’s too many things to choose from…

“Angel, use your words.”

“I don’t know… You choose.” 

His smile should make you worry. You have work tomorrow and you need to be able to walk… He uses his evol once again to bring a blindfold, thick headphones and a pair of handcuffs over to the bed. 

“You might regret that decision, angel.”

“God I hope so…” 

You slot your mouth over his and let your body go limp. Handcuffs are placed around your wrists, a blindfold covers your eyes and the world goes silent as the headphones settle over your ears. Every touch feels brand new. He takes his time ruining you and you’re fairly certain you blacked out for a minute or two. 

When you wake up in Sylus’s bed the next morning, you watch him sleep. His arm draped over your waist, his eyes shifting as he dreams, his lashes fluttering, his hair stuck to his forehead from last night’s… activities… You don’t know why he denied himself for so long, your best guess involves whoever he lost. Whoever he thinks about whenever he plays that song. You’re thankful he let his wall down, let you in, let you pleasure him and make him feel half as good as he makes you feel. 

This man, who’s feared by so many, has opened his heart to you and shown you his vulnerability. You’ve come a long way from the girl who only cared about her career. And you’re thankful. Now, you only want to bring him happiness.

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Part One | Part Two | Part Three

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Rub You the Right Way - Part 1

Part 2 | Part 3

Pairing: Choso x f!reader

Rating: Explicit – MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Word Count: ~4.1k

cw: female reader, 2nd-person POV, explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut – oral sex (cunnilingus, fellatio), hand job, face-riding, face-fucking, use and mention of sex toys, cum eating

Summary: You've always been cordial with your shy next-door neighbor Choso. One day, you receive the package you've been expecting, finding out a little too late that it isn't your package at all; it's his. What you find inside makes you wonder that maybe your sweet and quiet neighbor has wild side, one you’re curious to see for yourself.

Author’s Notes: This is a repost from my old account! It's the first Choso fic I've ever written and I enjoyed it so much that I wrote a Part 2 and a Part 3 (coming soon)! Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are not expected but always appreciated. Thanks for reading! Divider credit to @/fic-dumpster.

The trek home from the office is especially grueling today. Your backpack is heavy with a clunky work laptop that’s been due for an upgrade along with a pile of documents that need to be reviewed ASAP. One hand carries the dinner you bought at the station while the other hoists a heavy bag of groceries you picked up during lunch, thinking it would be productive to get as much of your errands done today before hunkering down for the weekend to do a job that doesn’t pay you enough to work overtime.

You eventually arrive to your apartment complex, making one more necessary pit stop to the mail room. Inside, you recognize the distinct pink-hair of the boy standing in front of the lockers. He’s your next-door neighbor’s younger brother who visits from time-to-time. “Hi Yuji!” you beam at him.

He turns to face you, eyes crinkling happily as he smiles. “Hey! How’s it going?”

You drop your bags to open your own locker. “I’m alright. Got a busy weekend working. And you?”

He kneels down towards the boxes in front of him. “Same, except studying for exams.”

“Are you picking up your brother’s packages?” It’s a well-known fact by now that Choso isn’t fond of leaving his apartment or interacting with people in general. It doesn’t bother you though; he’s a great neighbor who barely makes a peep. Never has he ever rubbed you the wrong way, despite his reclusive nature. Sometimes, through his brother, he’ll give you an offering of cookies from the batch he baked that week. On the days you’re working overtime, he’ll send Yuji to check in on you, making sure you’re not too stressed or overexerted. And on the rare occasion that the two of you meet face-to-face, either entering or leaving the apartment at the same time, your heart skips just the tiniest beat at how his face softens when you greet him with a smile. From these tiny gestures alone, you’ve determined that Choso Kamo is a sweetheart. Quiet, but most importantly, a sweetheart.

Yuji slides the stack out from Choso’s locker, answering you. “Yup. I also had some stuff delivered here, so I figured I’d just grab everything.”

You stare at the small package in your own locker, evaluating how you’re going to carry it to your room in one trip. There’s no space in any of the bags and you’re almost convinced that you can balance it on top of your head as if you actually possess the proper skills to do so (you don’t). “Need help?” Yuji chuckles. Before you answer, he grabs it, placing it on top of a box similar in size on his stack.

“Thank you so much!”

As the elevator rides to the third floor, you continue to chat casually with Yuji. The two of you walk to your neighboring rooms and when he reaches for his keys, the stack topples over, the boxes now strewn across on the hallway floor. He blushes, collecting them hastily back into a neat pile. “I’m sorry, I hope there isn’t anything fragile in there.” He quickly slides you a box, avoiding your gaze to hide his embarrassment.

It's new office supplies you ordered for your workstation at home, so you hardly care even if there is a bit of damage done. “Don’t worry about it, it’s all good,” you assure him, using your foot to push it towards your front door. “Thank you for your help, Yuji. Tell your brother I say hi.”

“Will do. Have a good night.”

Finally home, you drop all your belongings, letting out a relieved sigh. One-by-one, you put everything away: the groceries in their appropriate places, your lukewarm dinner in the microwave, and all your work junk on the dining table, where you’ll be sat at for most of this weekend starting tomorrow. You save the package for later, planning to refill your supplies tonight so you don’t have to worry about it the next morning.

You soon find out that something even better is waiting for you inside.

~~~

Choso is sprawled on the couch, too lazy to cook dinner. He ordered delivery from Yuji’s favorite pizza joint a few blocks away, which should be arriving any minute now, according to his calculations. When he hears the door open, he sits up, watching his brother enter with a tower of boxes in his hands. “I don’t remember ordering that much stuff,” he grumbles, standing up to help him.

“Most of these are mine. I think only this one is yours.” Yuji passes him a small box, which Choso quickly grabs to toss into his room, hoping to avoiding any questions about it. Truth be told, the contents of that box is way too embarrassing to explain to his precious baby brother. Inside is the sex toy he recently purchased online. It’s essentially a silicone cock sleeve, open on both ends for simple clean-up, made entirely of pliable material for ease and comfort. To put it simply, it’s a fleshlight. A state-of-the-art, new and improved fleshlight, he would like to emphasize. He’s been looking forward to using it all week and once Yuji leaves tonight, he’s going to give it a proper test run until he’s a puddle in the sheets.

It’s been a while since Choso’s been intimate with someone other than himself. A few bad breakups and past betrayals have led him to distrust most people outside of his intimate circle. The unpredictable nature of people, strangers, is frightening to him, so it’s better to avoid them completely. He has the luxury of working a job that’s fully remote, and aside from his brothers and the few colleagues he is forced to converse with periodically, it’s easy for him to remain a recluse, and he’s perfectly content with that. As for his sexual needs, he’s managed to make it this far in this drought thanks to sex toys and pornography. And while he’s aware that it’s not the most glamorous lifestyle, it works for him.

“By the way, your neighbor says hi,” Yuji mentions, opening his packages one-by-one. “She came into the mailroom.”

Choso says your name in the form of a question to clarify, though he’s certain of the answer. The only other human contact he has outside his circle is with you, his next-door neighbor. He doesn’t leave the house much, but on the occasion he does, he always hopes it’s you he runs into. He often worries that one day, you’ll realize what a pathetic loner he is and stop showing him that gorgeous smile of yours. So far, that hasn’t happened yet, so he cherishes those tiny moments every chance he gets. Something about that smile, something about you, makes him feel good. Safe. 

“Yup,” Yuji confirms. “She had her hands full, so I helped her carry a package.”

Before Choso can inquire any further, there’s a knock on the door, signaling the arrival of their pizza. After thanking the delivery man, the two gather at the dining table, ready to dig into their dinner. Choso listens intently as Yuji laments on his weekly occurring university woes with a mouth full of pepperoni and sausage. As much as he adores his younger brother, he’s eager for his departure so he can have alone time to break in his new toy.

At eleven, without a crumb left of the pizza and the recycling bin filled with flattened cardboard boxes, Yuji finally announces that he’s leaving. He stuffs his newly delivered items, which includes textbooks, notepads, and a bunch of miscellaneous items, in his bag. “I’ll see you next week, bro. Take care of yourself,” he says, squeezing his big brother into a warm embrace. There’s always the smallest hint of concern in his voice whenever he leaves like this. Does he worry about him? For living a life of seclusion, constantly in fear of the outside world? Sure, it may sound lonely. In fact, it is lonely. But it’s easier to stay safe in the comfort of his own home than risk being hurt from the unknown. It’s better this way…isn’t it?

Choso muses on his brother’s parting words in the silence of his apartment for much longer than he intends to. He decides that the best way to keep him from spiraling further is a distraction, and that means fucking himself silly into temporary bliss until he knocks out for the night. Hidden away in various drawers of his bedroom are a plethora of options to choose from: vibrators, masturbators, cock rings, even the sex doll tucked deep in his closet. Tonight, however, is all about his shiny new toy. Pristine and untouched for him to ruin as much as he wants. He picks it up from the floor, ripping the tape off quickly, too impatient to inspect the exterior for any potential damage. When a stapler drops, almost hitting his feet, he stares down at it, confused. Thinking it’s a weird bonus item the sex shop has sent him, he chuckles nervously, still searching. Each item he uncovers leaves him more and more baffled: a container of paper clips, a wad of sticky notes, bundles of red pens, another fucking stapler. Finally, he checks the shipping label ripped partially from his haste, whatever color remaining on his face draining completely.

This isn’t his. It’s yours.

Which means…

By the way, your neighbor says hi. She came into the mailroom.

She had her hands full, so I helped her carry a package.

Oh fuck.

~~~

It’s near midnight when you’re ready to turn in for the night. You almost forget about the box sitting idly on the floor by your shoes, exactly where you left it a few hours ago. With your computer all set up for work tomorrow, you think it’s best to organize your new supplies before you actually do forget. At your desk, you open the package with a pair of scissors, excited for the new staplers you bought, a standard one and a heavy duty one. It’s surprising how neatly it’s wrapped, covered in tissue paper like some sort of gift. After removing all the extra layers, you finally get to the reveal, which renders you speechless.  

Nestled neatly amongst more delicate tissue paper, the translucent material almost luminous against the dim glow from the lamplight, is a sex toy. Call it what you want: a penis stroker, a male masturbator, a pocket pussy. There’s absolutely no doubt in your mind what is before you. A fucking fleshlight.

Besides the obvious appearance, the dead giveaway is the user manual included with it, displaying in big, bold print “The Cock Stroker 3000 – New and Improved!”. Lifting the box up to inspect the shipping label, you notice that it says Choso’s name, not yours. If you weren’t so stunned by this unexpected discovery, you’d be giggling at the absurdity of it all. Instead, you’re gawking at the lewd gadget, unsure what to do next.

“Fuck!”

An intense shout from the other side of the wall snaps you out of it. That’s the loudest you’ve ever heard your neighbor, and you can only assume that he has also just realized this unfortunate mix-up. There’s no way the two of you can pretend this isn’t happening. Besides, the last thing you want is for Choso to think you have a bad impression of him after this. Because you don’t, not one bit. It’s perfectly normal for people to have sex toys. In fact, it’s healthy. Even the thought of him using it on himself intrigues you. The hungry expression on his face, tongue lolling out of his mouth, those usually pale cheeks blushing a deep red. The obscene squelch of the wet silicone surrounding his engorged cock, leaking with precum. Closer and closer to the edge, ready to burst any second with your lips near the tip, ready to swallow his load…

You almost curse out loud yourself, ashamed for having such lewd thoughts about your sweet, innocent next-door neighbor. But maybe he’s not as innocent as you think.

Ultimately, you decide the best way to move forward from this is to nip it in the bud. With the opened package in your hands, you walk over to his front door, knocking three times. You hear a faint, “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” from within, then hurried footsteps growing louder. Without removing the chain lock, he answers, peering at you through the narrow crack, not saying anything.

Nervous, you greet him with the best smile you can muster. “Hi Choso. I think there was a little mix-up.”

He clears his throat before mumbling a short, “Yeah.”

You glance away from him, staring at the floor, too embarrassed to meet his gaze for this next part. “I opened it without checking the label first. I’m so sorry.”

He shuts the door suddenly, startling you. There’s the distinct rattle of the chain being fiddled with and the door swings open fully, Choso towering over you, a serious expression on his face. He shows you a box, revealing all the office supplies you ordered earlier in the week. Without saying another word, you do the exchange, anticipating that this will be the end of it.

It surprises you when he apologizes quietly, focused on the small space separating you. “I’m sorry you had to see that.” He hides it behind his back, as if doing so will erase the image of it from your memory. “You must think I’m disgusting.”

You shake your head, ignoring the instinct to step closer and comfort him with a hug. The last thing you want to do is cross even more lines tonight. “I don’t, not even the slightest. It’s okay, Choso. This is totally normal and totally fine.”

“You don’t have to say that – ”

“But I mean it! I really do! There’s nothing wrong with it!” Desperate for him to believe you, you confess, “I have sex toys too, plenty of them!”

This time, he actually looks at you with a mixture of intrigue and skepticism. “You don’t have to lie for my sake.”

“I’m not lying!” you urge him.

He retreats inside his apartment, speaking once again through the crack. “I appreciate you trying to make this better, but I think it’s best that we never speak again. Goodnight.”

With that, he shuts the door, leaving you with a lump in your throat, devastated. In your frenzied attempt to fix this, you return to your room, searching your bedside drawer for your favorite vibrator. If words aren’t enough to convince him, then maybe actual proof will. Without taking a moment to reconsider the hole you’re digging yourself deeper and deeper into, you pound on his door, the sex toy clasped in your other hand.

When he answers, you shove it in his face, vindicated that you can prove your point with physical evidence. “See? I told you! I have toys too, so there’s nothing for you to be ashamed about.”

He squints at the vibrator squeezed in your fist as if inspecting it like a foreign object. “That’s it?”

You glare at him, offended by his response. “What do you mean?”

He tilts his head to examine it at another angle. “There’s only one button.”

“One button is all I need,” you argue, defensive about your favorite being criticized. “Sure, it’s small, but that’s what I like about it. It fits comfortably in my hand and with just a single push of the button, I can experience three different levels of intensity. What more do I need?!��

He smirks, amused at your rambling. “I just don’t see how something this simple can be useful, that’s all.”  It’s the closest to a smile you’ve seen from him; it has your belly fluttering.

You hold back a laugh. “I bet it packs more of a punch than that Cock Sucker 2000 or whatever.”

“3000,” he corrects, grinning, causing your heart to race. “I haven’t tried it yet, but it’s the best on the market right now.” He hesitates, his next words coming out of his mouth slowly, testing the waters. “Maybe you can show me what your little toy can do. Prove me wrong.”

You never expected this from him, but that’s what makes this exciting. All you can think of in this moment is showing him just how wet you can get. “Fine,” you agree, stepping towards him. “But only if you show me what your little toy can do, too.”

~~~

Never in a million years did Choso predict that this would be the outcome of your bizarre mix-up. You, his next-door neighbor, on his bed, naked from the waist down. Your t-shirt riding up your stomach with your legs split apart, the cute vibrator you love so much pressed to your clit. He kneels in front of you, too transfixed at the erotic sight before him to give attention to the erection strained in his sweatpants.

“You’re next,” you say, glancing at his lap.

He nods, all the confidence he had just a few minutes ago when he initially proposed this idea thrown out the window. Now, he’s back to being his nervous self, afraid to be vulnerable with someone he barely knows.

You set the vibrator beside you, closing your legs. “Are you okay?”

He’s frozen, tempted to call the whole thing off. Go back to being neighbors and nothing more. Go back to being lonely Choso and pathetic Choso, who’s scared of everyone and everything  and –

“Hey.” It’s only now he realizes that the two of you are face-to-face, foreheads pressed, noses touching. Your voice is gentle, your palms soft on his cheeks. You smile at him, full of warmth and compassion. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

“It’s been a while since I’ve been with someone,” he admits. “I’m nervous.” A myriad of what-ifs play out in his head. What if he’s bad? What if you don’t like it? What if this ruins whatever sliver of hope the two of you have at being friends? At being anything more?

“We’ll go slow then,” you assure him, brushing your lips to his. That genuine smile of yours is enough to convince him that it’s worth the risk. That, and how fucking good it feels to have your mouth on his. He closes his eyes, leaning into the kiss, relishing the warmth of your breath. He finds himself gradually losing control of his inhibitions, his carnal instincts taking over, hungry for more of you. He slips his tongue inside, swirling around yours, kisses growing frantic and sloppy. You tug at the collar of his shirt, pulling him towards you. His heart pounds in his chest as he roams your body, fingers grazing your perked nipples from outside your top. You whisper his name, so luscious and sweet in your voice. He’d be lying if he said he’s never imagined it before. How you’d sound whimpering from his touch. How you’d feel between his massive hands. How you’d look with his cock filling you up to the brim.

He can’t stand it anymore. He’s aching, begging for release from the confines of his pants. Quickly, he removes them, freeing his throbbing erection. You gasp, marveling at the size of it. “Oh fuck, Choso. You’re so big.”

“Yeah?” he breathes out, fumbling for the Cock Sucker 3000 beside him. He slathers a generous amount of lube on his shaft and inside the toy. Foreheads pressed together once more, you both focus on his lap, watching it sink smoothly down his dick. The coldness of the lube and rubbery flexibility of the silicone surrounding him is familiar, though having someone spectate makes this all the more titillating.

“Fuck,” you swear, amazed at how it covers his entire length. You ogle at him as he starts slowly, eventually increasing to a steady pace. Your pussy flutters, incredibly aroused to see this man pumping his cock in front of you. For you.  

“Do it with me.” His gaze flickers to the vibrator beside you. “You should feel good too.”

You spread your legs, displaying your cunt to him, already sopping wet with arousal. His eyes follow your every move as you tease the tip slowly up and down your pussy lips. Finding the right spot on your clit, you place your finger on the button of the toy, bracing yourself for what’s to come. As soon as you press it, the vibrations from level one alone are enough to send you wild. Knees shaking, feet flexing, moans pouring out of your open mouth. He continues to watch you, restraining his grunts as he strokes himself faster. Desperate for more, you click the button twice, increasing the vibrations to the max level. Within seconds, you’re coming, back arched and head thrown into the pillows behind you. Tossing the vibrator aside, you stare up at the ceiling, dizzy and disoriented from your ecstatic high, pussy shiny with your orgasm. Choso’s voice is so faint, you don’t understand him at first. You sit up to face him, waiting for him to repeat himself.

“Can you ride my face?” he asks meekly.

More than willing to accept his request, you nod in response, grinning. His expression relaxes and when you lean nearer to him, palm pressed flat on his chest, he even cracks a smile as he’s lies down on the bed, eager to have you like this. You straddle him, facing away from the headboard while his head rests at the foot of the bed. Carefully, you lower yourself until his mouth is pressed to your pussy. His tongue circles your clit slowly and he releases his grip from his toy to hold onto your ass, squeezing the soft flesh firmly. You don’t take your eyes off each other as you rub yourself across his face, his mouth open, swallowing every drop of you. When you reach your second orgasm, you’re practically bouncing on him as he smothers himself deeper, humming in satisfaction as he sucks hard on your clit, flicking it with his tongue.

You lift yourself off him, spent and completely wrecked. Still, you want to touch him, treat him as well as he treated you, make him come as hard as you did. You position yourself between his thighs, admiring the silicone sleeve hugging his dick. “Your turn.”

Sitting up on his elbows, he watches as you grab hold of the toy, stroking him with it. He moans, tongue hanging of his mouth, drool leaking from the corners of his lips, eyes half-lidded. His moans turn into whimpers when you start cradling his balls with your other hand, his body twitching from the sensation. The tip peeks out from the other end, a thick wad of precum collecting at the slit, so enticing that you’re salivating for a taste.

“Your mouth,” he stammers, barely able to speak.

“What?” you ask breathily, inching closer and closer.

“Want your mouth.” He swallows hard, voice trembling. “Please.”

Excited, you remove the toy from him, in awe at the way his fat cock flops heavily against his abdomen. You take him in your fist, loving how hot and throbbing he is in your grip. He’s coated in lube and precum, so slippery with your fingers wrapped around his girth. Unable to resist any longer, you bow your head, licking the pearl off the tip, savoring the taste. He shudders, letting out a loud, “Fuck!”

It’s so much better than a toy. The wet heat of your mouth surrounding him is better than any masturbator, fleshlight, pocket pussy, whatever silly contraption he uses to get by. The swirl of your tongue gliding along the shaft, the vibrations of your moans as you take him all the way to the back of your throat, the view of your pretty head bobbing up and down his lap. Nothing in his collection compares to this. This is real. You are real.

He fucks your throat, unable to resist bucking his hips against you, timing his thrusts to meet yours. It doesn’t take much longer for him to be pushed over the edge. You pull off for a brief moment to smile at him, pumping him fast. “Come for me, Choso. Come in my mouth.”

At this, he completely loses himself, muffling his incessant moans into his forearm, too shy to watch you guzzle down his entire load until he’s milked of every last drop. You scatter delicate kisses along the entire length of him, even down to his balls. Too sensitive now, he pats you gently on the head, making you look up at him, a warm smile on your face. He smiles back, caressing your cheek, thumb grazing your soft skin. You lie beside him, nuzzling into his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow to a steady, relaxed pace. He slides his arm around you, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Thank you.”

This world is a terrifying place for Choso Kamo. But with you in his arms, he feels a bit braver. He’s safe with you.